Kimi ga Iru

Kimi ga Iru

Summary: a week later with our new couple!
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: the finale


Boyfriend Part II

“Aw god why!?”

“Marik!”

The Egyptian yami sighed and settled into the couch. He knew by now that when Yugi used that voice he was serious. He crossed his arms and did his best to look disgruntled even as he kept imagining the boy naked and sweating under him.

“Just think, if you come to school more often you can see me more! Won’t that be great?”

Marik shrugged. “I don’t have the grades, I don’t know what’s going on, Who cares. I’ll see you after school like I do now!”

Yugi climbed into his lap and ran his fingers in his hair. He loved it when the hikari did that. He let out a purr and leaned forward to kiss the boy when he was stopped by a finger.

“Promise.”

Marik nodded and Yugi kissed him, grinding their bodies together. Marik growled and kissed Yugi’s ear.

“You know you don’t mean that.”

Yugi giggled. “I know, I just like to see you get all bothered.”

They made out on the couch until they heard someone on the stairs giggling.

“Damn it Ryou!” Yugi looked around. “You’re lucky I don’t have a clock! Go away!”

Marik leaned back on the couch and rubbed Yugi’s flat stomach. “What was that about?”

“He’s spying on us for Atemu. God, this is why I never want to come to my house after school.”

Yugi got up and fixed his clothes, looking pissed. “I’m sick of it! Why the hell is over here all the time anyway!” The spike haired boy let Marik kiss his neck, but it didn’t cheer him up any. “I hate Ryou. He’s so…British!”

Marik cracked up and picked Yugi up off the floor. “Wanna go to my place?”

“Yeah! We can bother Bakura!”

Yugi ran off upstairs and Marik stretched, patting his stomach. At Yugi’s request, he’d started wearing “whole” shirts in the daytime just so he could give the appearance of “normalcy” and in return...he smiled as Yugi came down the stairs.

Dressed in tight leather pants and a shirt that didn’t quite make it to his navel, Yugi stopped a moment to put the spiked collar around his neck. He went over to Marik and wrapped his fingerless gloved arms around his neck. They came up past his elbows and had interesting holes in them. The outfit was completed with a gromitted belt and the eight ball belly ring shining from his navel.

“Ready?”

Marik kissed him and backed him against the wall. “Been ready since last week.” He ran his tongue in Yugi’s ear. “Can’t we just go in your bedroom and fuck? A week’s good enough. I took you to the movies.”

The hikari giggled and pressed his body closer to his boyfriend’s. “No, we snuck in and had to leave when Malik gave Bakura a blow job…” He sighed lustfully as Marik began to grind into him.

Suddenly, he froze as a flash went off in his eyes. He pushed Marik away.

“Ryou! You fucker! –”

Marik dragged him away, shaking his head.

****

Bakura walked the streets feeling slightly depressed. Since last Sunday, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He’d been all ready to accept Ryou’s declaration of love and make his own right back until he’d heard the words that damned him.

“You’re like the brother I’ve never had! ”

He put out his cigarette along a wall and just zoned out. He didn’t want to think about Ryou. He especially didn’t want to think about Ryou hanging out with the Pharaoh all the time. That bothered him more than anything. He’d even started going to school more just so he could observe him and that had led him to actually do the homework if only to keep the teachers off his back. Consequences were good, he was turning into a B student and gaining the respect of the faculty, but it irked him to see Ryou at the Friendship Cult table, laughing with all those assholes while he sat in the back and chilled with Yugi and Malik.

Malik. The hikari had been all over him like a cheap suit lately and he hadn’t been taking the bait, much to the boy’s chagrin. Every night he listened to Malik crying to Ryou or Marik before bed. He was sick of that shit too. He’d never fuck the Egyptian again if he could help it, but sometimes he couldn’t. Malik was hot. He had a twenty point body on a ten scale and could get it up for him no matter what he was wearing.

He didn’t get it, but he chalked it up to manly needs and availability.

Bakura was being so introspective he failed to notice the one person in his path and ran into him point blank.

Cursing loudly, Bakura flipped out his knife. “Motherfucker! That’s it, give me your fucking cash!”

He’d been doing that a lot lately too. Petty muggings weren’t his style, but he needed to do something to get rid of his anger.

“Hmph. How the low have fallen lower.”

“What?” Bakura then recognized who he was dealing with. It was Seto Kaiba. The thief looked around then smacked himself in the forehead. He’d been in the rich part of town casing shops, so no wonder. He shrugged. Oh well. A mark was a mark.

“Hand over the cash money bags or you might get to see that you’re in fact not full of shit, but blood.”

Seto laughed again, bitterly. He’d been having a shitty week as well. Seeing Yugi cavort around campus with that lowlife scum hadn’t been the best thing to back to school to, even if had only been for two days.

“You’re such a loser. Couldn’t take over the world, couldn’t help take over the world, so now, you mug people.”

He got out his wallet and threw the bundles of thousand yen bills at Bakura. “Take the money. I’m so rich I don’t even need it.”

He walked away and Bakura stood there, rage building. He picked up the money and threw it at Kaiba’s back. The CEO turned and smirked at the thief.

“My fault. Did you want it handed to you?”

“I don’t need your fucking pity you wealthy prick!” He rushed Kaiba and slammed him against the wall. “I don’t need anyone’s pity!”

All Bakura could hear was Malik’s mocking tone.

“He doesn’t love you does he? Poor baby! Have a beer, Malik will make it better! ”

“I don’t need it!”

Kaiba was stunned. Was Bakura actually crying? More importantly, was he crying on him?

He took out his handkerchief and wiped his suit. “I knew I should have taken my limo. It’s raining!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Bakura pressed the knife to Seto’s neck and then turned away. “Whatever, whatever! Fuck it whatever!”

The CEO crossed his arms. “So what? You wanted Yugi too? Is that why you’re pissed?”

Bakura froze then turned. “What? No fuckin’ way I want that midget.”

Seto seethed. “He just hasn’t had his growth yet!”

Realization dawned on the thief. “Is that why you’ve been stomping around school looking like a horse? You’re in love with Tiny Tim?”

“Shut up! What the hell’s you’re problem then?”

“Oh ho ho. This is too good!” Bakura grinned like it was Christmas. “This is too sweet! Wait till this gets out!’

At that moment, Kaiba’s limo pulled around. Before the thief could blink, it was his back against the wall. Seto’s ice blue eyes burned into Bakura’s.

“I want you to understand something Thief,” the CEO spoke low and deadly. “You fuck with me and I will ruin your life. You’ll wish you were still a bodiless spirit. Understand?”

Bakura stared right back at the brunette and didn’t even flinch. Kaiba smiled as he saw Bakura’s cheeks redden ever so slightly and a pressure raise against his leg.

“It looks like someone likes the prospect of being punished.”

Bakura realized what was going on and pushed Kaiba away, his face erupting into a full blown blush. “Fuck you!”

He ran off down the street, desperate to escape for the first time in his life.

Seto watched him a grin floating on his lips. Fuck me indeed…

****

Yugi sat on Malik’s lap and put on his eyeliner, trying to be careful not to poke the hikari in the eye. Marik watched from the kitchen counter, feeling a little left out.

“Now why can’t we have sex like that Yugi? It’d be hot!”

“Be quiet Marik…” He leaned back and looked at Malik’s face, smiling. “There!” He got up and got a mirror, showing the boy how he looked. Malik swore out loud and took the mirror.

Heavy eyeliner and just enough eye shadow had given him the effect he’d been looking for. He looked at Marik.

“Hot or not?”

“Hot.”

He smiled at Yugi. “Thanks Chibi-chan!” He hugged the boy and skipped away upstairs to get dressed. Marik hopped off the counter and into the seat Malik was just in. He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned.

“Now do me!”

Yugi smiled and sat on his lap, but not facing Marik. He let his legs dangle and kicked his legs giggling as Marik attacked his neck, growling.

“Where are we going to night?”

“Clubbing!”

Yugi’s expression grew clouded. “Marik…”

“Don’t worry Chibi, I’ve got you. No one’s going to touch you.” He kissed Yugi again, trying to move him around. The boy got the idea and sat on his lap facing him, where Marik promptly began to grind their hips together.

Yugi let it happen, moaning encouragingly while Marik made sure his mouth was full with his tongue.

In a few moments, Yugi was shirtless and being groped like he’d disappear. He ran his hands through Marik’s golden spikes again and again, realizing he could feel more and more of his boyfriend’s hardness against his own.

Marik licked and bit his neck, beginning to get serious about what they were doing. He gripped Yugi’s hips and forced the smaller boy against his erection, knowing that if they couldn’t have sex, they could at least have this. He spread Yugi’s legs and pulled him closer, forcing his hardness as Yugi’s back side, enjoying the boy’s constant moans. He leaned his head down and took Yugi’s nipple between his teeth, tugging, while Yugi whimpered.

“Marik –Marik please –”

The yami grinned and licked the boy’s ear. “Oh, you wanna finish it do you?”

Yugi nodded. He needed Marik so badly right now. “Marik!” he whined insistently.
He got out of the chair, taking Yugi with him and sat the boy on the counter, kissing down his body fast while he unzipped his pants. Yugi leaned back, stroking Marik’s hair.

“Marik what are you gonna do?”

“Shhh.” The Egyptian laid him down and yanked down his pants, pleased to see Yugi hadn’t worn underwear, like he’d asked. As he took the boy’s weeping manhood in his mouth, he listened to Yugi’s begging increase tenfold.

“Marik please, Marik!”

The yami held Yugi’s hips down while he downed his stiffness, eager to please his lover, but even more eager to see if the boy would consent to do something in return.

Yugi tried to trust into Marik’s mouth but couldn’t and so moaned and called as loudly as he could.

“MARIK! Please!”

He panted for breath and as he felt his body tense, Yugi closed his eyes and let it go. He gave an animalistic scream and bucked into Marik’s mouth, the eager yami taking it all.

When Yugi was finished, he lay against the counter, his whole body flushed and sweating. Marik jerked him up and kissed him desperately. He pulled Yugi off the counter and ground into him mercilessly until he too screamed his satisfaction.

Even as dazed as he was, Yugi realized the kindness the yami had just paid him. He knew Yugi wasn’t ready for what he wanted, but he’d satisfied himself anyway.

They both heard clapping and Marik snatched Yugi’s pants up. Malik grinned from the kitchen doorway, clad in shiny black boy shorts and something akin to a tank top of the same material. His shirt also failed to reach his belly button by a considerable measure.

“That, was so hot!”

“Malik!” Yugi whined, hiding his face in Marik’s chest, causing the yami to growl.

“You fucker! How long were you there?!”

“For all of it! I –”

Suddenly, Bakura came home and assessed the situation. He narrowed his eyes at Marik. “Get a fuckin’ room!” Gazing at Malik he grabbed the hikari’s arm and dragged him back upstairs, where screams of pleasure were promptly heard.

Marik stroked Yugi’s hair and looked him in the eyes. “Malik’s a son of a bitch! I’ll straighten him out later!” He frowned. “Nobody spies on me and my boyfriend. The fucker!”

Yugi blushed and leaned against Marik, feeling content.

“What? What’d I say?”

“That I was your boyfriend.”

“Oh great, now the bitch wants to get all mushy on me!”

SMACK!

“I ain’t takin’ that shit back!”

SMACK!

Yugi crossed his arms and Marik crossed his. “I’m serious. You can’t order me around, stupid midget!”

Yugi grabbed the kitchen timer and barely missed Marik’s head who was now laughing.

“Ryou’s gonna be pissed!”

Yugi grinned. “That fucker.”

OWARI!
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*Courtesy of Crystal Kay
*Don’t worry, there’s gonna be a sequel don’t ya’ll worry! Four chapters one day just for ya’ll!
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