Teenage Jail

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.

Set post anime/manga, however that would work. It's a PWP. I don't have to bother with these details. On that note, however, and since it's not in the story itself, remember: use condoms, practice safe sex. Especially if you're sleeping with a half-mad Egyptian who used to have the ability totroltrol minds, 'cause there's just no telling where that guy's been.

If you don't know who the Eagles are, you don't get to read this fic. Shoo.
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"They don't even know you,
Got nothing to show you,
So get something good for yourself.
You're lost in a teenage jail,
So young and so vicious and so frail,
Where something is always for sale."

-- The Eagles, "Teenage Jail"

The sound of a motorcycle roaring rapidly closer reached Bakura's ears through the walls of his apartment. He winced at the sound of breaks squealing to a stop, hoped that none of the neighbors would decide to phone the police or complain to the landlord, and slipped the letter he'd been writing to Amane in his desk drawer.

He was already halfway to the door when the knocking started. It was more restrained banging than knocking, actually, and Bakura opened it as quickly as he could. Malik stormed inside, stalking past Bakura with a muttered noise that the other teenager decided to take as "Hello" for courtesy's sake. He glanced outside, saw no irritated neighbors, and shut the door again.

Malik was pacing in the living room, glaring at whatever happened to be in his line of view. Bakura decided to stay a few feet away. "Hi, Malik-kun. What are you doing out this late?"

Malik spun on his heel, glaring at Bakura with his fists clenched. "They think I can't see it happening!" he burst out.

Bakura blinked at him. "Um...."

"And how long has it been going on?" Malik continued, pacing again. One of his hands brushed against his side, as if trying to find something hanging there and coming up with empty air. "I can't remember seeing anything when I was a kid, so it had to be lately, but when?! When did they get this idea that they could just...?" Malik trailed off and shoved his hair back from his face with a violence that made Bakura wince in sympathy.

"Who?" he asked, voice calming. "And what do you mean? Who are you talking about, Malik-kun?"

"My sister!" Malik said, spinning around to look at him for a second before pacing anew. "And Rishid! They keep pretending that everything's the same, but I can see it--their glances, the way they'll sit across from each other while we're eating, the way they'll spend hours talking quietly....I even talked her into moving us back here from Egypt, but that didn't do anything, either! Even with all Domino's bad memories, they still...." Malik trailed off, muttering in that peculiar amalgamash of Egyptian and Arabic that was the result of his family living underground for thousands of years with only trickles of the changing outside language coming in, glarglared down at the couch like he would kick it if it had happened to be his.

Bakura pushed aside his bangs, trying to make sense of Malik's statement. "I--I don't understand. Is there something wrong with..." he frowned, "with the two of them liking each other?" he finished, half asking if that was what Malik was ranting about and half asking the question itself.

"Yes!" Malik answered vehemently, jerking his head up to stare at Bakura. "They're mine, and now, now they want to leave me for each other! Where did they get the idea they could do that?!"

Bakura took a step forward. "I don't think Isis-san would ever leave you, and neither would Rishid-san," he said. "You don't need to worry."

"They will!" Malik argued, staring at him. "What have I ever done but cause hell for the two of them?! They're going to get sick of me and go away, and then what am I going to be left withot; ot; He jerked around and stared at the wall, fists clenched again.

Bakura walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Malik-kun...." He leaned forward slightly in an attempt to see the other teenager's face, but Malik looked away from him. "Your sister and Rishid-san would never leave you. They care about you."

Malik didn't reply. Bakura hesitated a second, then stepped in front of the Egyptian and put another hand on his other shoulder. "You're the most important person to them," he insisted. He tilted his head slightly in order to catch Malik's eyes. "So you're wrong," he added lightly. "I know it's hard to get used to...." Bakura gave him a half-smile.

Malik didn't smile back, but Bakura could feel the tension in his shoulders lessen slightly as he relaxed his hands out of their fists. Bakura gave him a serious look again. "Okay?"

"I don't know," Malik hissed sullenly, staring down at the floor.

Bakura stood there for a moment, debating what to do, then took another step forward and hugged Malik awkwardly. "I know," he countered. "You're important. There's no reason to think that they would walk out on you."

Bakura stood there a little longer, timing how long until he should step back before Malik pushed him away. The two of them could be friends, both having come out on the bad end of owning a Millennium Item and either secretly or openly resenting Yugi and his good fortune; but Malik had originally thought Bakura to be nothing but a host for the Ring and he could still pour out that contempt on the other teenager when angry. It was simply easier for Bakura not to provoke him, rather than deal with the inevitable argument and insults that would come otherwise. And he didn't want to imagine what Malik would do if he wound up storming out of the apartment--he took too many risks on his motorcycle even when he wasn't driving in a blind rage.

Deciding that it was time to move away before Malik's pride was offended, Bakura took a step back only to blink when the blond's arms suddenly jerked up and circled around his waist, holding him in place.

"They're my family. They're mine. They're all I've got," Malik said quietly. "And I always thought he...ot; ot;

Malik didn't finish the sentence, and after a second a confused Bakura patted his shoulder and tried to step back again. Malik's arms didn't move, and Bakura decided to stay still until the blond had worked out whatever it was that was causing him to act so strangely.

Finally, Malik looked up again. Bakura gave him another half-smile. "Okay?"
lik lik continued to stare at him, and Bakura began to feel nervous, uncertain what the other teenager was thinking. "...Malik-kun?"

Malik's eyes narrowed and he titled his head slightly, watching Bakura with an odd expression. Bakura fidgeted and lifted a hand, pushing slightly against Malik's arm.

Malik leaned forward and pressed his lips against Bakura's.

Bakura blinked and dropped his hand. He stared at Malik, who was still watching him.

After standing there like that for a few moments, Malik pulled back and studied Bakura's face. Bakura just stood there, watching him with a started look. Malik loosened his arms a little, but when Bakura stayed where he was, the blond tightened his grip suddenly.

Bakura stumbled forward and Malik kissed him again, shutting his eyes and pressing harder this time. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue out, running it along Bakura's lower lip. Bakura jerked slightly at the action.

Malik worked his tongue past the seam of Bakura's lips, and the other teenager parted them tentatively, allowing Malik to run his tongue along his upper teeth. After hesitating a moment longer, Bakura closed his eyes and let Malik kiss him.

Since Bakura had failed to run out of the apartment screaming, Malik grew more demanding, tightening his grip until Bakura was pressed up against him. The paler teen made a noise in the back of his throat at that, and lifted his hands to clutch Malik's arms.

Malik coaxed Bakura's tongue into his mouth before biting down carefully, trapping it. Bakura's eyes opened again with a startled look. Malik gave him a smirk, then let go of his tongue and turned them partially around. Still kissing Bakura, he moved the two of them forward until he felt the other teenager hit what Malik assumed was the couch. He pushed Bakura gently but insistently down onto the cushions and sprawled on top of him. As he shoved himself up on his forearms in order to let the two of them breathe, Malik shifted around and then rocked his hips against Bakura's.

Bakura drew in a sharp breath at that and stared up at the Egyptian with wide eyes. "Malik-kun...."

Malik leaned down and kissed him again, a light press of lips, and slid his hands under Bakura's shirt. Bakura tensed up at the unfamiliar sensation, and Malik continued pushing the shirt up to his chest, exposing pale, lightly muscled skin. The Sennen Ring jingled slightly as it fell to Bakura's side, and Malik frowned at the noise.

Pressing open-mouthed kisses along Bakura's torso and laughing under his breath when he felt the other teenager's stomach clench reflexively at the action, Malik tugged at the shirt to indicate what he wanted to do. Bakura sat up slightly a half second later, and thrkerrker teen pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor before leaning down to kiss him again.

"Is...your father...here?" Malik asked in-between kisses.

Bakura shook his head as much as he could. "No...."

"Good." Malik kissed Bakura long and forcefully, hooking his hand under the cord of the Sennen Ring. When he pulled back again, he tugged the Ring over Bakura's head and dropped it on the floor as well.

"Oh!" Bakura said, looking over and instinctively reaching out to pick it up. Malik caught his wrist and brought it back, kissing along the side of Bakura's face and neck to distract him. He kept his grip on the other teenager's hand and brought it to his waist, before letting go. Bakura hesitated, then worked his other hand down to Malik's side and slipped under the Egyptian's shirt, pushing it up.

Bakura's fingers slid over the carvings and Malik jerked upwards with an "Ungh," arching his body to put his back out of reach. "Sorry," Bakura said softly, moving han hands to grip Malik's shirt at the front of his waist.

Malik didn't reply, instead helping pull his own shirt off and tossing it in the same general direction of everything else.

Bakura made sure to keep his hands on the front of Malik's stomach, absently tracing the lines of the Egyptian's six-pack before Malik settled back down and kissed him again. Not really sure what to do with his hands, Bakura tried to keep them on Malik's sides as he opened hiuth uth once more.

His hands dropped down to the cushions when Malik suddenly pushed himself up on to his knees, then reached down and rubbed a palm over the crotch of Bakura's jeans. Bakura bit down on his lip and arched up at that, causing Malik to smile in that particular way he had--not a smirk, but a little too tainted to be a real smile. Bracing himself on the couch with one arm, Malik thumbed open the button of Bakura's jeans.

He blinked when the other teenager gripped his legs at that. After glancing at his face, Malik moved the hand away and ran it along Bakura's waist, just slipping two fingers beneath the band to brush the skin there. He stretched out on top of the other teen again and kissed him. Malik started rocking against Bakura, trying to get enough friction without causing his pants to chafe painfully.

"Umph," Bakura said uncomfortably, face twisted in a mild grimace.

Malik pulled back just enough to look at his eyes. "It'll feel better if you take your jeans off."

There were still traces of panic on Bakura's face, so Malik leaned down and caught the other teen's lip between his teeth. He ran his tongue along the flesh as he undid Bakura's jeans. Bakura's breath hitched at the sound of the zipper, so Malik let go and kissed the corner of his mouth softly.

Malik pressed his hand against the newest exposed skin of Bakura's abdomen, listening to the other teenager's breathing speed up. Then he slid his hand back upwards, slowly tracing th ath along Bakura's torso until he reached his throat. The blond wrapped his hand around Bakura's neck, then sat back on his heels, bringing the other teenager with him. Bakura had to grab a hold of the back of the couch in order to stay balanced, and Malik kept his hand on Bakura's neck while he leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "What do yove tve that will work as lubricant?" he asked, voice slightly strained.

"I...I, um, I don't...." Panting, Bakura didn't finish the sentence, and Malik forced himself to pull away and stand up.

"I'll go look," he said. Bakura nodded, red-faced, and propped himself up on his elbows. Malik looked at him for a second, then dropped back over the other teenager and kissed him roughly again, half laying on the couch and half kneeling on the floor. Bakura moaned slightly and fell backwardsippiipping Malik's shoulders.

A minute later, Malik shoved himself back up and took a few rapid steps away. He shoved his bangs away from his sweaty forehead, stared down at Bakura who was still trying to catch his breath, spun on his heel and almost managed to dignifiedly jog towards the bathroom.

Malik swept his gaze over the counter and glared, then started rattling through the drawers. He growled when he found nothing there and gave the toothpaste a skeptical look. He shook his head with a slight smirk a moment later, and opened the medicine cabinet. Finding a random half-empty bottle of hand lotion inside, the darker teen grabbed it quickly and strode back out into the living room.

There, Bakura was picking up the shirts that had been abandoned to the floor. When he noticed that Bakura had removed his slippers, Malik finally remembered to toe off his boots. Seeing Bakura pick up the Sennen Ring, Malik absently kicked the boots against the wall and walked up behind him, wrapping an arm around the other teenager's waist. Malik nipped at the skin of Bakura's shoulder while reaching out with his free hand and prying the teen's fingers away from the Ring's cord, dropping it to the floor. The Egyptian knocked the Ring underneath the couch with his foot while entangling his fingers in Bakura's own. He brought Bakura's hand up to his mouth, tracing the lines of the palm with his tongue.

Bakura continued to stare at the floor, still panting. Malik took a step forward, urging him in the direction of his bedroom.

"Malik-kun, I..." Bakura paused, then said, "can't walk with you draped...all over me." Malik grinned and made no effort to let go. He slipped two of Bakura's fingers into his mouth, running his tongue around them.

Bakura groaned quietly and began stumbling towards his bedroom, managing not to crash himself or Malik into anything on the way. Inside, Malik kicked the door shut with a foot and finally pulled away from Bakura, jamming the lotion into his front pocket. Before the other teen could catch his breath, Malik had turned him around and was kissing him again, hands under Bakura's pants and working them off. Bakura made an uneasy noise, and Malik paused again.

The blond removed his hands and caught Bakura's wrists in a loose grip. "Hey," he said with a wolfish grin that had made the paler teen laugh before underfereferent circumstances, "it's okay." Malik set Bakura's hands on his stomach, above the fly of his pants, and slid his hands through the other teen's hair to pull him into another, gentler kiss.

Bakura traced his fingers over the Egyptian's stomach for a moment before slowly opening his pants and slipping a hand inside. Malik arched up against his palm, pulling Bakura closer and prying opening his mouth again. Bakura's hand tightened at that, and Malik moaned against his lips and began guiding the two of them forward quickly, stopping only when Bakura ran into the edge of his bed with a quiet "Ow."

Malik muttered something resembling an apology before turning them around again and dropping his hands out of the other teenager's hair. Wrapping one arm around Bakura's waist, the blond sat down on the bed, bringing the paler teen down onto his lap while he did. Malik slid one hand underneath the jeans and rubbed him through the cloth underwear, making Bakura groan and push back against him.

Malik used the arm around Bakura's waist to pull him up straight, so that he was kneeling over his lap. Then the Egyptian worked his other hand into Bakura's jeans, gripped both the fabric and the underwear, and pushed them down to his knees. Bakura hissed at the rough sensation of cloth rubbing over his erection, then cried out when Malik brought one hand back up to touch hime due dug his fingers deeper into Malik's shoulders, panting harshly as the blond stroked him.

"Aa, no..." Bakura whimpered when Malik took his hand away. Malik tugged the lotion out of his pocket and tossed it on the bedspread, then gripped his arm and lay down, bringing Bakura with him. The other teenager braced himself on his hands above Malik as the Egyptian pushed his jeans the rest of the way off, then managed to wriggle down enough to remove his socks as well. Malik dropped the clothing on the floor by the bed, then scooted himself up until there was room for the both of them to lie on the bed. He made an approving noise when he felt Bakura's hand start tugging at his pants.

Malik lifted his hips to allow Bakura to remove the pants, and a moment later the other teenager had dropped them and the last pair of socks on the floor with the rest of the abandoned clothing. Bakura hesitated over him once more, uncertain where to look, and Malik caught his wrist and pulled him forward, draping the paler boy over himself. Malik moved his hand from Bakura's wrist to his shoulder and brought him down for another kiss. Bakura opened his mouth and Malik slipped inside with a muffled groan, trailing one hand down the other teenager's chest before reaching for the lotion.

Bakura tensed at the sound of the cap snapping open, and pulled back to watch Malik squeeze out a considerable amount of lotion before flipping the bottle over the edge of the bed and rubbing his hands together. "Malik-kun...."

Bakura jerked and gasped when Malik reached out and gripped his erection again. He thrust into the Egyptian's slippery hands, barely noticing that Malik was shifting underneath him. When Malik pulled back again, Bakura clenched in the bedspread and managed to open his eyes to look down.

Malik had brought his legs up, leaving the other teenager lying between them. Bakura blinked at that, then moaned when Malik pressed his feet into the mattress and curled his hips up slightly, causing his erection to rub against Bakura's own. Malik gripped Bakura's waist and pushed down slightly, rocking against him.

Bakura had a pretty good idea what to do. He didn't really want to put his fingers there, but he wasn't sure if that was what Malik wanted, so he forced himself to speak through his panting. "I...should I, you...do you want...." He trailed off when Malik slid a hand around him again and guided him to the right spot. When Bakura hesitated again, Malik tugged slightly until he pressed forward.

Bakura bit down on his lip as he began to slide inside Malik, still hesitant, but Malik was holding his waist and pushing him forward so he kept moving.

When he was about halfway inside, Malik hissed and began to grimace. A concerned look on his face, Bakura started to go back only to have Malik grip his hips painfully tight, keeping him from pulling away.

"Move down," Malik ordered, his hands shifting Bakura into the position he wanted. It wasn't as comfortable for the other teen as the first had been, but Malik was pulling him forward again so Bakura went along with it.

Once he was all the way inside, Malik's grip loosened, and the Egyptian rested his hands on Bakura's back. Bakura simply lay on Malik's chest, tense and panting. When Malik managed to open his eyes a few moments later, he twisted his enough to see Bakura staring wide-eyed down at the blanket. Malik slid a hand along Bakura's back and neck, tangling it in the other teen's hair and stroking the back of his head.

"I don't want to ever move," Bakura breathed.

Malik laughed shortly. "If you don't move," he replied, "it can't get better."

Bakura moaned quietly at that and pulled away a moment later. When he pushed back, the hand in his hair tightened to a fist as Malik hissed.

"Keep doing that," the blond said, twisting his hips up to meet Bakura.

Bakura nodded as much as he could with Malik's hand still clenched in his hair and began moving again, rhythm stilted and jerky.

Soon Malik pulled at Bakura's hair, and the other teenager lifted his head to look at him, eyes half-lidded. Malik pressed his mouth against Bakura's. "Faster," he said against his lips.

Bakura pulled back enough to look in his eyes. "Malik-kun..." he panted apprehensively. Malik tightened his muscles around Bakura, and the other teenager cried out and thrust blindly into him.

The hand in his hair and at his waist clenched hard enough that Bakura winced, but the sound was covered by covered by Malik's groan. "That! Like that."

Bakura began moving faster, making noises in the back of his throat as Malik continued to flex around him each time he pulled back. When Malik arched up to meet him one time, the blond cried out loudly enough that Bakura jerked and looked up.

Malik dug a hand into his side painfully, and Bakura's hands clutched the Egyptian's arms in reflex. Malik bucked up against him and tightened once more, and Bakura made a strangled, whimpering noise as he thrust hard and released.

Bakura collapsed on top of Malik, panting harshly, and the blond pushed up awkwardly against him. When Bakura managed to form coherent thoughts again, he realized that Malik's erection was pressing against his stomach. Bakura reached a hand down and began stroking the darker teen, shifting and pulling out as he did. Malik hissed at the uncomfortable sensation, but soon he was too busy bucking up against Bakura's hand to remember.

A moment after Malik called out several foreign obscenities--a few of which the other teen recognized due to extended exposure to the blonnd snd stilled, Bakura felt hot fluid spill across his hand and stomach.

When Malik relaxed beneath him, Bakura finally stopped holding himself up and lay on the Egyptian's chest, his head turned away and hidden in the crook of Malik's shoulder.

Malik gently rubbed his hand along Bakura's head and neck, and they stayed that way for a while, not speaking. Finally, Malik reached over and pulled up a corner of the bedspread. He nudged at Bakura, and the paler teen moved off of him so that the two could pull up the blanket and sheets and climb under them. Bakura curled on his side slightly, while Malik stretched out on his back and soon fell asleep.

Malik woke up later that night, half thinking that he had heard a noise before remembering whose apartment he was in. He leaned on his side slightly and reached out to run his hand up Bakura's stomach and chest. He frowned when the other teenager shuddered.

Malik propped himself up and braced a hand on the opposite side of Bakura, staring down at him. "What is it?" he asked, voice sliding towards a harsher quality.

Bakura just stared up at him for a few moments, until Malik's eyes narrowed and he began to bare his teeth in irritation. Then he said in a rush, "Are you still my friend?"

Malik blinked. "What?"

"I just...I," Bakura stuttered through his words, looking away from the Egyptian while he spoke, "I was so glad when you moved back here, because no one else...they just don't understand, and you do, and I don't want you to go away. You won't, right Malik-kun? Please? You're my friend?"

Malik stared down at him, and soon a small smile began to slide across his face. "Of course," he said. "Of course I'm your friend. I won't go anywhere."

Bakura looked up at him with a tentative smile, and then Malik dropped back down to his side and wrapped his arms around Bakura's waist. "I won't go anywhere," he repeated quietly. At that, Bakura leaned back against his chest, a slight smile still on his face.

Malik stared at the wall across the room from him for a while, before his gaze focused and he glanced back at Bakura. His arms tightened and he leaned forward, rubbing his face in the other teen's hair, behind his ear.

"Mine," Malikd und under his breath. Bakura, asleep, didn't answer him.


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