A/N: HEY, Y'ALL!:3 I'm back. Oh, yeeeeeahhhh. This lovely little Psychoshipping is for IAmTheTaintedAngel. I hope you enjoy it!:D It would have been done sooner... But I was lazy... So lazy... & every teacher was like 'Oh, hey. I have an idea! Let's give Cheyenne ALL THE FUCKING HOMEWORK AND TESTS IN THE WORLD.' *grumbles* anyways, this does take place in a strip club. Oh, yeah. I went there. Mariku as a stripper... *Drools*
Warnings: Obvious butt fuckery, Mariku being absurdly hot, and Bakura being a horny bastard.
Disclaimer: I no own YGO, I no own Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest Days (Also feat. Zakk Wylde! Not Ludacris! Die rap, DIE.) Seriously, though. It's a great song. You should listen to it.:3
BTW, the strip club is named... Can you guess...? EXILE. OH AND THIS IS IMPORTANT... I call Mariku Pharaoh for a bit, as it is his stripper name. Do not think I speak of Atem.
~l~l~l~
Chapter two: Psychoshipping
Kelly won't kiss my friend, Cassandra
Jessica won't play ball
Mandy won't share her friend, Miranda
Doesn't anybody live at all?
Bakura stormed into the strip club, barely noting the thing's name. Exile? Perfect place for him, he supposed. Up on stage, there were several men and women already swaying and sashaying, undulating and grinding. He scoffed and sat heavily, palming his face.
Stupid Ryou, making him feel like shit.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, welcome the one who calls himself Pharaoh!"
An announcers voice rang out, the lights dimming. Bakura lifted his head. The fuck?
A man with wild blonde hair and tight clothing strode from behind a curtain, the little amount of lighting catching his bronze skin.
Gorgeous.
Bakura smiled and leaned back in his chair. Now, that guy, Pharaoh. He was what Bakura had been looking for. An easy fuck. He wouldn't even take him home. His eyes drifted around before falling on a back door. One that probably led to an ally. Oh, yes. That'd do.
Amanda won't leave me empty handed
Got her number from a bathroom stall
Brandy just got way too much baggage
And that shit just gets old
And even if Pharaoh did reject him, he would just have one of the other whores here. Like the woman with candy red lips who kept eyeing him from the corner. He looked back to the stage where Pharaoh was bowing deeply, smiling to his adoring lusters. Obviously, this guy was a club favorite.
Bakura could see why.
Pharaoh backed up, his bum just barely against the pole. Bakura leaned forward, swallowing, and watched as the man slowly began to draw his hands up his body. He turned his head and ran palms over his neck before moving up and down slowly against the pole. Whistles rang through the clu as Pharaoh's hands grasped the pole above his head and he dropped suddenly, inches from the floor, before twisting his way back up. He turned away from the crowd, a sly grin on his face, and removed his scarlet vest, letting it drop slowly to the floor.
But I got a girl who can put on a show
The dollar decides how far you can go
Several wads of money flew at Pharaoh's form as he turned suddenly and ground against the pole. Bakura shifted in his seat, trying to make his pants a little less tight. He slowly inched his way through the mass of people until he was right next to the stage, eyes glued to the Egpytian man in front of him. Pharaoh turned to him suddenly, lilac eyes locking with crimson. He smiled.
"Well, aren't you just one fine peice of ass?" he drawled. Several looks of envy were shot at Bakura who just smiled.
"I could say the same for you... Pharaoh."
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Because that's pornstar dancin'
Pharaoh threw his head back, laughing, though his hips never stopped molesting the pole in front of him. "Tell you what, babe. My act ends in a few. Meet me outside?"
Now the looks were of plain hatred, but Bakura could care less. This couldn't have gone better if he'd planned it!
"Sure thing."
Pharaoh leaned back again and began to climb the pole, eyes scanning the crowed but always coming back to Bakura. Clothes were removed agonizingly slow, Pharaoh obviously enjoying Bakura's discomfort.
She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage for this
Pornstar dancin'
Finally, the man's pants fell away, though he never removed the red thong beneath. Bakura was glad. He didn't want others to see what he'd be dominating later.
Your body's lightin' up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
Let's throw a party just for two
You know those normal girls won't do
Bakura threw a fleeting glance at the woman in the back corner as he dragged Pharaoh threw the back door. She snarled up her lips. He smiled and flicked her off before ducking under the exit sign.
"Your name." Bakura demanded as he shoved Pharaoh into the door, not giving him time to answer before he had his lips claimed. Teeth clashed and tongues battled, eliciting groans.
"Mariku." the man panted as Bakura assaulted his neck, using his free hands to snatch Mariku's and force them above the man's head.
Stacy's gonna save herself for marriage
But that's just not my style
She's got a pair that's nice to stare at
But I want girls gone wild
Bakura knew none of the others in that club would ever satisfy him. He knew Mariku would understand the need to get this over with. Now.
"My little uke..." Bakura whispered against Mariku's neck. The Egyptian moaned and wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck. "Lay down."
Mariku obeyed, quickly falling to the dirty cement. Bakura licked his lips and looked at the half naked form in front of him.
"My gods, I'm going to fuck you so hard."
Bakura could have sworn Mariku blushed. How cute.
But I know a place where there's always a show
The dollar decides how far you can go
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Because that's pornstar dancin'
Bakura fell on top of Mariku, once again kissing at his neck before moving down to his collar bone. He bit harshly at the skin, drawing both blood and a cry. Bakura looked up, expecting to see a pained expression, only to be met with one of pure ecstacy.
He could get used to this.
She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage for this
Pornstar dancin'
Bakura moaned and ground against Mariku who tried his hardest to keep up his disinterested aura.
He failed.
"Give in, Pharaoh." Bakura hissed, yanking Mariku's pants down. The man mewled and writhed, the little bit of friction driving him mad.
"Please..."
"Bakura."
"Please, Bakura!"
Your body's lightin' up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
Let's throw a party just for two
You know those normal girls won't do
Bakura drew his fingers along the line of Mariku's abs. "You're gorgeous."
Mariku panted as Bakura palmed his member with one hand, while he removed his own jeans with the other. Slowly, Bakura ridded Mariku of that thong, revealing a rather impressive member.
"Mmmmm..." Bakura moaned and licked his lips. Mariku threw his head back, thrusting his hips up into Bakura.
"Nng.. Now, Bakura..."
Bakura smirked. "As you wish."
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Because that's pornstar dancin'
Bakura ripped his underwear away, lifting Mariku's hips. He looked up worridly, praying the man wanted no preparation. Mariku nodded and grasped Bakura's shoulders. The whitette thrusted in, hissing and biting Mariku's arm that was closest to him. Mariku cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure assaulting him. Bakura didn't even give him time to adjust before he began to move in and out, thrusting differently each time until Mariku's scream peirced the night.
"Oh, Yes! Again!"
Bakura complied, slamming in and out even harder. His knees were bleeding along with Mariku's back, but he wouldn't-no, couldn't!-stop. Mariku moaned and groaned, twisting and writhing beneath him,
"Mariku..." Bakura moaned, grasping the other man's member. "Come for me..."
Mariku's breaths came even quicker, his back arching even higher. Then, he screamed.
Bakura groaned as Mariku's walls clamped down on him, milking him of his seed.
"Fuck..." he moaned. He remained inside of Mariku, slumped over him.
"Mmmm..." Mariku agreed, wrapping his arms around the pale man. Bakura knew then, this would not be his last time with this man. He knew he'd return to dominate his Pharaoh. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day.
All he knew was that from now until forever, Mariku was his.
She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin right by the stage for this
Pornstar dancin'
A/N: Well... That happened... I hope you enjoyed. I named Mariku pharaoh due to the fact that he called himself that. I wish Mariku was really a stripper. I'd be ON THAT. I hope you enjoyed this, IAmTheTaintedAngel. Remember people, request pairings, semes, ukes, settings, violence, fluff. Etc. If you've already requested, feel free to do so again. Not all will be song fics, but I just listened to this song, and my perverted imagination took over... Review!
~Nightingale. (I just nearly spelled my own damn username wrong.)