Kimi ga Iru

Kimi ga Iru

Summary: Bakura Ryou time!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh…If I did, Anzu would have never existed and it’d be so smutty and innuendo filled it wouldn’t even be fit for European television.
Warnings: *giggles* dirty dirty!


Realize

Marik pulled over and let his chopper’s rumbles cease, He grinned as he watched a giggling Yugi wobble over to a nearby stop sign and cling to it while he caught his breath. He’d decided to bring the short teen with him while he engaged in some general debauchery and had been rewarded with Yugi’s enthusiasm.

He’d found the boy walking home from school looking like a frog sucking a rock and decided that wasn’t good for him, considering he’d just had a whirlwind day of telling teachers off and standing up to the Pharaoh so he’d nearly run him down then invited him for a ride after listening to the boy’s half assed excuse as to why he wasn’t in fifth period. It’s not like he cared, but it was nice to think Yugi thought he did.

Yugi was still laughing even though he had fallen to his knees. His cheek was pressed to the stop sign’s metal pole and a grin was plastered on his face.

“Ma-marik! That woman nearly jumped through that store window when you –” A fresh set of giggles hit the hikari and Yugi never finished, but Marik knew what he was talking about.

They’d gone window shopping at Yugi’s request, but he’d done it his way. Failing to alert pedestrians of his intentions, he’d jumped onto the sidewalk and let fly. He’d enjoyed Yugi’s squeals of delight as they forced lovesick couples to dodge apart and mothers to rescue their children.

Marik took the keys out and put up the kick stand. It would probably be awhile before the boy calmed down, after all, he had made the mistake of giving the chibi Moutou a 20 ounce soda. Initially, he’d gaped when he watched Yugi down the syrupy orange mix but that soon passed as he witnessed him put away four hotdogs.

Yugi got the last of his giggles out finally and regained his composure. He stood up and rearranged his wind blown spikes. He smiled cheerfully at the yami and hopped back over to the bike.

“God Marik! Is this what you do everyday? It’s more fun than gym!”

The Egyptian nodded. “I don’t ‘do’ school. Malik taught me enough. Besides, I’m not some damn spirit anymore. I can do whatever the fuck I please!”

Yugi nodded. “I know! It must be great to feel so free!” He stretched, his school tee riding up. Marik leaned forward and smirked as he caught the glint of gold in Yugi’s navel.

“You’ve put a ring in your birth scar?”

The teen blushed and rubbed the back of his head. “I did it on my birthday. No one knows. They were too busy showing Atemu the time of his life.” He blushed again as Marik continued to stare. It’s just a ring!” He pulled his shirt down. “You have your ears pierced after all.”

“Yes. True.” The Yami relaxed in his seat and took his hands off the handle bars. Yugi put his hands behind his back and stared at the sky, moving back and forth on his feet.

“Are you with the Pharaoh?”

“I told you no the other night Marik.”

Marik continued, unconvinced. “He tells everyone you two are together. Dating. Apparently he’s your first.”

Yugi snorted and crossed his arms, looking at Marik. “He wishes!”

Marik smiled at this, pleased. “It’s nearly four thirty Chibi. Shall we go?”

The spike haired teen got back on the bike without hesitation and leaned against Marik’s back.

“I don’t want to go yet…”

“So what the hell are we doing?” Marik turned slightly and rolled his eyes as Yugi leaned against his back.

“…let’s…rest here awhile.”

“Chibi, we’re in front of a fucking bus stop!”

“Shhh…” came the quiet command. Yugi wrapped his arms around Marik and the bronze boy smiled.

“Imagine the wind…”

Marik shook his head, but didn’t move.

****

Bakura stared at the toned, bronze torso swaying seductively in front of his with mild interest, not even reacting as eager hands coursed through his hair.

Malik pouted and put his knee up on the arm of the chair Bakura sat in, giving him a good view of the powder blue panties he was wearing.

“‘Kura!” he whined. “I put on this waitress outfit for you!”

It wasn’t just any waitress outfit, but one of Malik’s own design. Sure it was still pink and white and equipped with an apron, but everything had been shortened and tightened.

The Egyptian hikari ran his hand down a hip and pulled up the already ass short cupcake pink mini skirt, leaning forward to give Bakura a peek inside his white button up shirt. Not that there was much to see. It clung to Malik like a second skin and had two buttons undone at the top and bottom.

“Come on!” Malik stepped back and motioned to the functionless apron. “Isn’t this just the greatest? I put the lace on there myself!”

Bakura rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. “Just wonderful! You’re so skilled.

“Hmph!” Malik ripped the ribbon from his hair, releasing it from its pony tail and stomped on it with his black pumps. “If this is how you’re going to be then I can dress up for someone else!”

The thief’s lip curled and he shot up out of his chair, startling the blond. He backed Malik into a corner and the Egyptian giggled nervously.

“Would you like to order now –ah!” he cried out as he felt Bakura’s knife running up his thigh, slicing the skirt. He smiled seductively and wrapped his arms around Bakura’s neck.

“You stupid bitch…” He stared Malik in the eyes. “Do you really think I want you?”

The slightly disturbed hikari watched blood run down his leg and stain the pristine white hose he’d put on. “Oh yes…” he breathed, his skirt tenting.

Bakura cut the buttons off the blonde’s shirt and took a nipple between his teeth even as the sliced the rest of the skirt, tearing it off and smearing blood down Marik’s bare skin. The Egyptian moaned and nuzzled Bakura’s hair.

“’Kura! More!”

The yami obliged him, dancing his blade up Malik’s torso and over his pecs, licking away the rivulets of blood like a thirsty hound. Malik was in absolute heaven and showed his appreciation by moaning like a dying man.

Pulling at his own underwear, he mouthed Bakura’s neck, mumbling. “Fuck me now, please now!”

Malik gasped excitedly as he was forced up and against the wall. He couldn’t wait.

“’Kura-chan! Please hard?” He kissed the thief, tasting his own blood. “Make it hurt for me?”

Bakura fumbled with is pants and didn’t waste anytime in sheathing himself in Malik, temporarily enjoying the boy’s scream of pain. He pistoned into the hikari, grunting with effort as Malik begged and moaned.

The boy tossed his head back and held on, biting his lip as he felt his body tense. He leaned forward to take Bakura’s mouth and was avoided. Instead, as he came, Bakura called him a whore over and over in his ear until his own release came.

When Bakura was spent, he withdrew and dropped Malik to the floor, grabbing a paper towel and wiping himself clean. He watched the blood and cum flow from the boy and looked away in disgust. He didn’t understand why he even bothered anymore.

Malik gazed up at him, his face flushed and smiling. “So, he wouldn’t give it up huh?”

“Shut up Ishtar!” Bakura buttoned his jeans and pulled out a cigarette. Malik frowned.

“He doesn’t love you Bakura! Okay!” He got up and licked blood off his hand where it smeared. “Just give it up!” He took Bakura’s cigarette and took a puff. “We’re meant to be ‘Kura-chan. Stop fighting it.”

“You’re a two-bit whore Ishtar. Stop fighting it.” With that, the yami walked away.

Malik listened to the room door slam and bit back a sob. I hate you ‘Kura-chan…

****

Yugi got off Marik’s motorcycle and turned to face him. It was nearly sundown and the sun was catching every golden strand of the yami’s hair, making him look angelic.

“So…where are you going now Marik?”

“Home. I’m hungry.”

The teen nodded and shouldered his book bag. The two watched each other for a short while.

“And after?”

Marik grinned, turning off his bike. “Maybe sleep. You got something to say Midget?”

“I’m not a midget you –you sand nigger!” As soon as he said it, Yugi clapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide, his face red.

Marik’s eyes widened as well and he chuckled. “Whoa Chibi! Language! I am not the enemy!”

Yugi put his hands behind his back. “God Marik I’m sorry! I don’t think of you that way! Or any Egyptian! It just slipped! I –”

“Chill Yugi.” Marik grinned. “I know you didn’t mean it and before you say anything, I know that’s what Honda and Jou call me and Malik behind our backs.”

They stared at each other and a plastic bag blew by. Marik watched the horizon. The sun was bleeding into the ground, taking all the light with it.

“So, you got anything else to say Midget?”

Yugi playfully punched Marik in the arm. “stop it! We were having a moment Marik and you totally ruined it with your asshole complex –”

“Shut it Bitch! I didn’t ask –”

“Yes you did!” Yugi spit at the Egyptian’s feet. “I’m never going out with you again!”

“This wasn’t a date pencil dick –”

“Oh go eat scarabs you Lawrence of Arabia reject!” Yugi stomped inside the game shop and came charging back out. He crossed his arms and glared at Marik.

“Apologize!”

“Never you freak!”

Yugi growled. “Fine! I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone –”

“Fat chance cocksucker!”

“Save it for Bakura you Bitch!”

“Cunt!”

Yugi’s eyes widened, but Marik saw the laughter there and smirked.

“You…” Yugi was about to say something when Yami came wandering out, drawn by the yelling.

“Aibou? Is the tomb keeper bothering you?”

The teen spun. “His name is Marik Pharaoh! Mind your own business!” He turned and glared at Marik. “I mean it Blondie!”

The bronze boy started his motorcycle and grinned. “Yes ‘Aibou’!”

He sped away, Yugi yelling after him.

Yami watched Yugi yell down the street and felt the distance growing between them. He watched Yugi come back toward the game shop and held his ground as he saw angry eyes flashed in his direction.

“Yugi, I’ve informed your Grandfather of what happened today.”

“Look Pharaoh, stay out of my business! You’ve lost all your rights do you understand?”

Yami crossed his arms and frowned. “Until we talk about this civilly –”

“STOP!” Yugi screamed, startling the spirit. He got right in the taller boy’s face.

“Let me spell it out for you! YOU FUCKED UP ATEMU! You invaded my privacy and probably not for the first time! Why haven’t you acknowledged that? You’re at fault!”

“You aren’t giving me a chance to explain!”

Sugoroku came out and looked at them both. “Yugi! Yugi! Stop yelling! Come inside, both of you!”

“So you can grovel at Atemu’s feet? No!” Yugi felt more and more rage build in him. Suddenly, the dam broke and before he could stop himself, he was on Atemu, punching and kicking him.

“You betrayed me! You betrayed me!” He started crying as he was dragged off by his grandfather. “You Egyptian whore!”

“Yugi!”

The teen got out of the man’s hold and ran off. Yami watched him go, his heart breaking. Though he was no worse for wear, Yugi had hurt him more than he knew.

Aibou…


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*NOTE* Before you freak out and think I’m some racist, I’m not. This term was told to me by some friends after some “good hearted” racial joking. Note, racial joking is never good…unless it’s steeped in truth, you’re a bunch of minorities, or your minority friends have deemed it safe for you (possibly a white person) to join in the fun! Personally, I’m black. Does it give me a right? Hell no, but, I did like introducing the angle that Jou and Honda are bigots. *grin grin* LE GASP? WILL THIS BE A YAOI FIC THAT DOES HAVE A JOU/KAIBA PAIRING? You damn straight.
*Courtesy of Nami Tamaki
*This is the end of the pre-written chapters but I am sooo inspired that I will write more! Now that I know how I want my story to go, it will be even better!
*Where will Yugi turn now? Will he go to Marik or will he go find advice from an unlikely source?
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