Another Love Story

Tra la la!
The long awaited.....
Much anticipated......
Chapter 17!
Woo hoo!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu Gi Oh

In this chapter I made up my
own version of Malik's horriffic
childhood so please don't
flame me for exercising my
creative license!

//=Character thoughts
**=Flashback
()=Authoress Notes
=Ryou mindlink
_Bakura mindlink.

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Cha 17 17 - Lord Abortion - Bakura POV

“All right. I’ve got it. I’ve got my song.” I stated,
grabbing the microphone.
Malik nodded absently, still scanning the lis list for
a song he wanted to sing. I bounded up onto the stage,
grinning evilly. I took the spotlight and gazed out upon
my captivated audience. The watched my every move
intently, waiting to hear my voice, to see if I was the
next Bon Jovi, or Brian Molko or Robbie Williams. I
laughed sinisterly. They were in for a shock. I keyed
in the song and turned back to face the crowd.

“I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stab wounds in Her

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bone saw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through

Aah! Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurion ion
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll...

I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed their own fate
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave

Counting My years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone” I sang.

I looked to Malik who was grinning wickedly.

“Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bone saw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on My come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

Horror scopes Moramorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
In brute vermilion parts...

Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back

Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack

My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray

it git guts and free the moistest faeces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within

"My heart was a war drum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in My lap
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in My mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came fretiretirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has ONE been able TO best separate the THREE?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."

The suspect shadow sheer they least
Expect My burning grasp to reach

The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred

Rainbows that Mzorszors wrung
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, blood loss, despair
I weep, they merely stare...
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.” I finished.

Everyone was silent.
Well, except for Malik who leapt up on stage and hugged me,
laughing all the while.
=You are such a dickhead=
_Love you too kitten_
I looked to the upper level and waved to Ryou who was
hanging over the railing.
I lowered my gaze back to Malik.
“Your turn.” I stated.
He shook his head.
“Let’s go sacrifice a few virgins to the devil.” He replied into
the microphone.
“Yeah. Little blonde girls. Pity they have to be sacrificed
as virgins.” I said.
“As long as you don’t carve them up too badly you can still
fuck them.” Malik countered.
“I think that's quite enough you two.” A big muscled man
stated, confiscating our microphones “get off these premises.
I’ll not have you traumatising the patrons.”
Malik took my hand, giggling like a schoolgirl and pulled me
outside. Once outside I dissolved into a hysterical laughing fit.
I stopped, bent over and clutched my stomach.

Eventually my amusement subsided and I straightened up.
“So. Now that you got us kicked out...” I began.
“Excuse me? It is not MY fault.” Malik interrupted.
“Oh, yeah, right MR. If-you-don’t-carve-them-up-too-badly-you
-can-still-fuck-them.” I laughed.
Malik smiled. The streetlights giving his hair a golden glow. He
stood to my right with his arms crossed over his chest. He was
so beautiful.

“We could go to the cemetery and freak out the goths lurking
around there.” Malik said, interrupting my thoughts.
“Uh... sure.” I replied.
/Strange guy.../

We set off down the street to the cemetery. Once there we had
to climb the high stone fence. No easy task in leather pants. I
tumbled headfirst over onto the ground. Malik landed beside me
on his feet, like he did this everyday.
The cemetery washed hed in moonlight and wreathed in eerie
mist. I got to my feet and looked around.
Malik set off, randomly choosing a direction. I followed him
through the graves, which getting more and more decayed and
eroded the deeper we went into the cemetery.
I watched him walk in front of me, wishing he wasn’t wearing the
trenchcoat that covered his ass and thighs. The confidence in
his step was a turn on. He acted as though he owned the place.
He did look right at home, striding through the oldest part of the
cemetery.
It was surprisingly light in the cemetery; the moonlight was
bright and illuminated a decent amount of our surroundings.
The ground u the the gnarled, twisted trees was cast in shadow.
Malik thankfully avoided those places. He appeared to be leading
me into the heart of the cemetery, where crumbling stone angels
towered above me and we had to climb over shattered stone slabs
that lay in our path.
Finally Malik stopped in front of an intact grave of unsurpassed beauty.
The stone base was as tall as my mid thighs. It was flat and
smooth on top. At the head of the grave was an angel on her knees,
praying. At her feet was the headstone. The angel was covered in ivy,
as were the sides of the base, but the top was clear. A short wrought
iron fence surrounded the grave. Malik stepped over it like it wasn’t
even there. I hovered on the outside, not wanting to intrude on the
tranquil final resting-place.
Malik shrugged his jacket off and tossed it onto the grave. Then he
turned to me.
/What on earth.../

Malik turned back to the grave. He seemed to be reading the
headstone intently.
Curiosity out;out; I stepped over the little fence, then BANG! A
tonne of sensations hit me at once. I was falling toward the ground,
my skin was on fire, and my skull felt like it was going to explode.
I sunk to my knees clutching my head. Malik suffered the same as
I. He was curled up on the ground whimpering. Then abruptly, it all
stopped.
I shakily got to my feet and stretched as if awakening from a long
sleep. I looked down at Malik who was on his knees looking up at
me. I knew I had to have him. My desire for him was overwhelming,
and so sudden.
Malik slowly stood up, a predatory glint in his eyes.

I grabbed Malik and kissed him passionately. He returned my kiss
with equal force and pushed me back onto the grave. The stone was
surprisingly warm against my back.
Malik tried to get my top undone by fumbling with the many buckles.
I undid a little zip on the side and took it off. Undeterred, Malik ran
his hands over my bare chest and kissed me again. He moved down
to bite my neck, breaking the skin and drawing blood. I moaned in
pleasure, not feeling the pain. Malik pulled away from my neck and
kissed me, my blood running down his chin. It was all I could taste.

Unsatisfied with Malik’s incessant foreplay I pushed him off me and
took my pants off. Malik put a hand on my chest and lay me back
down on the grave. He stripped his own clothing off and sat astride
me. He kissed me again with immense force while he ran his hands
down my bare sides.
I thrust up against him, aroused to the point of pain and needing
quick release. Sensing my desperation Malik spun around and toyed
with my swollen shaft. I traced the tattoos on his back lightly with
my fingers, running my hands down over his ass.
/Such perfection.../
I cried out when Malik took my erection ints mos mouth, licking and
sucking on the head, then running his tongue down the pulsing
veins. He then devoured my entire shaft, sucking so hard it almost
hurt. The feeling was so intense. I knew I was going to cum really
quickly. My breath came in short gasps; I threw my head back,
moaning wildly.
As my orgasm hit me like a tonne of bricks I raked my fingernails
down Malik’s back, blood seeping from the slashes I left. Malik
ed oed on my cum and leapt off me. He spun around, still choking
with tears pouring down his cheeks.
I lay on my back, oblivious. I was on the verge of passing out. My
whole body still tingled from such an incredible climax. Malik collapsed
on the ground, sobbing loudly. He hugged his knees to his chest,
and rocked back and forthy hey head was slowly clearing.
/Who’s crying? /
I pushed my sweat soaked hair out of my eyes.
/Where's Malik? /
Very slowly I sat up. I gaped stupidly at Malik’s wailing form on
the ground.
“Malik?” I said softly, kneeling down beside him.
Malik threw himself at me, burying his face in my neck. I bundled
his thin frame up into my lap and held him tightly.
“Sshhh... It’s all right.” I mumbled, trying to soothe him.
Problem was, I didn’t even know why he was crying.

Malik suddenly stopped crying and pushed me away. He turned his
face away, ashamed. He stood up and got dressed then walked
away from the grave. He stepped over the fence and swayed
unsteadily, reaching out for a headstone to steady him. After a few
moments he visibly shook himself and turned back to me. I got
dressed and walked over to him. As I stepped over the fence a wave
of dizziness hit me. Malik pulled me to him so I wouldn’t fall, or faint.
Eventually it passed.
/What the...what was that? /
“What... happened...?” I asked.
Malik bit his lip.
“I don’t know. I feel weird.” He replied.
“It’s like I was possessed” I continued “I was in so much pain....
And then I wanted you so badly.... And then you... why were you
crying?”
Malik looked away.
“I. don’t remember...” he mumbled.
I turned back to the grave.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Uh... I don’t know.... could have been possession... I felt the pain
too and then the need to have you. Then I felt that dizziness as we
stepped back over here. Now what happened in there feels like a
dream.” Malik replied, chewing on his lip.
I looked at him again, then felt my neck for the wound he’d inflicted.
There was nothing, though he was still covered in my blood.
“It’s gone...” I said, astounded.
Malik felt his back. He pulled his hand away; it was covered in blood.
He whimpered.
“Come home with me.” I said.
Malik nodded, then continued to stare at his hand.
I set off through the cemetery, back the way we had come; checking
every so often to make sure Malik was following me. I made it over the
fence a little for gracefully this time and walked back past the club toward
my house. Or mine and Ryou’s house.
_Ryou?_
=What?=
_Are you going home tonight?_
=Maybe. Hang on=
He was silent for a little while.
=Yep, I will be.=
_Don’t you have anywhere else to go._
=Don’t be a dick! It’s my house too.=
_I know but Malik..._
=Oh... I get it.=
He was silent again.
=Alright. I’m going with Duke.=
_Thanks Kitten. I owe you._
=You sure do!=

I turned around to make sure Malik was still following me. He
had fallen behind and was very, very pale. I waited for him to
catch up and I took his hand, gently leading him along. We
reached the house a surprisingly short time later. I retrieved
the key from under the mat and unlocked the door. I led Malik
inside and sat him down on the couch. I went into the kitchen
to put the kettle on then went back into the lounge.
Malik was asleep. He’d pulled his legs up on the couch beside
him. He was resting against the corner, his arms were crossed
over his chest, his head tipped back. His lips were slightly parted
and they were sleeping softly. (Kawaii!)
I leant against the doorframe and smiled. He was adorable. I
picked up a blanket from the laundry basket and tucked it around
the sleeping blonde.
“.... No.....” He mumbled.
I raised a hand to gently wake him.
“No! Get away from me!” Malik said.
Then he screamed. I grasped his shoulder.
“Malik. Wake up.” I stated.
Malik’s eyes flew open and in a burst of light I was thrown back
against the wall.
I slid to the ground, dazed.
“Oh god! I’m so sorry!” Malik cried, sitting up.
I blinked at him.
“Uh... It’s fine. Are you ok?” I replied.
Malik nodded, hugging himself.
I stood up and rubbed my arm that had hit the wall pretty hard.
“Coffee?” I d.
d.
Malik shook his head.
“Hungry?” I continued.
“No.” Malik replied.
“Do you want anything?” I finished.
Malik thought about it.
“Can I have a shower?” He asked softly.
“Uh... sure. Follow me.” I said, walking upstairs.
I showed him into the bathroom and then left him to it. I went to
find clothes that he could change into. I got a pair of black silk
pyjamas of mine and took them back to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure
whether to just walk in or not so I quietly opened the door and
peeked in.
Malik stood with his back to me in the shower. He had his arms
crossed over his chest and his head tipped forward so the water
could run on the back of his neck.
He had the most amazing body, and an incredible tan. I could
have watched him all night.
After realising I was staring at Malik, and remembering what I was
there for I cleared my throat noisily. Malik turned around.
“Here.” I said, unceremoniously dumping the pyjamas on the sink.
Then I left quickly, slamming the door. I went back into the kitchen
to have a well-deserved coffee and a cigarette. I stood at the bench
sipping my hot black coffee when Malik walked into the kitchen.
He had the black silk pyjama pants on and no shirt. His hair was wet
and tousled. It seemed that no matter what he wore, the boy was
truly breathtaking.
“Feel better?” I asked.
Malik nodded timidly, biting his lip. He walked over and stood in
front of me. I raised and eyebrow quizzically at him. He kissed me
hard on the lips. I put my hand on his back to pull him closer. I
frowned. His back was wet and sticky. I pulled my hand away; it
was covered in blood.
“Gods Malik you’re bleeding!” I said.
Malik rubbed himself up against me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pushing him away.
Malik shrugged and looked at the ground.
“You were being so nice to me.... I thought....” He began.
“You thought what? That you had to repay me?” I asked angrily.
Malik visibly flinched.
“Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” He whispered, still
looking at the ground.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I hissed.
Malik dropped to his knees and started chanting ‘This was never my
world... you took the angel away... I'll kill myself to make everybody pay’
/What the hell is wrong with him?/
“Malik stop it.” I said.
He kept going, now rocking back and forth. I hauled him to his feet,
he was chanting faster.
“Stop it!” I hissed, and I slapped him.
He stopped and looked at me, shocked. He raised a hand and covered
his cheek where I'd hit him.
/What have I done./
“Malik... I'm so sorry....” I began.
“It’s fine. I’m going to go.” He replied coldly, turning away.
“No Malik wait! Stay!” I cried.
/Why am I begging? Why do I care?/
Malik looked at me.
“Please just let me fix your back.” I continued.
“You can’t fix 17 years of physical and mental abuse!” He hissed in reply.
I looked at him, stunned.
“My father raped me. That what you wanted to hear? He raped
me all the time. I had to fuck him just so he’d let me eat. He
kept me locked up underground and I was never allowed out.
All that before my tenth birthday.” Malik yelled, he was crying now.
“My tenth birthday! Ha! ‘I’ve got a surprise for you Malik’ the
bastard told mhe che cunt mutilated my back with images of the
damned god cards and cursed pharaoh’s power. He told me it was
a fucking honour. Then he raped me for the privilege. I was ten
years old for fuck sake!” He continued.
/Fuck.../
“Fuck is right. I’ve had my fair share. He kept it up until my 17th
birthday when I killed the fucker. Fuck my Ra damned rotting corpse
of a father and fuck you for thinking you can make all the difference!”
He finished, tears pouring down his cheeks.
“I had no idea.” I began.
“I don’t want your fucking pity tomb robber.” He snarled.
“You won’t fucking get it either. I’m just trying to help....” I said.
“You can’t help me!” Malik stated.
“I know. Because you won’t let me. So stop acting like a child and let me
treat your wounds or get the fuck out of my house!” I snapped, then
stormed upstairs to my room.
I paced around angrily.
/Who the fuck does he think he is? Stupid bastard! It’s not very often I
fucking care about people... fucking waste of time.... /
“I’m sorry Bakura.” Malik said softly from the doorway. I stopped pacing
and looked at him.
“I’m done licking my wounds (Not literally!); you’re welcome to them.” He
said, smiling awkwardly.
“That wasn’t funny. But as long as you’re you've finished feeling sorry for
yourself, come here and lay down.” I replied, grinning.
Malik sauntered over to my double bed and lay down on his stomach on
the red silk sheets. Every move he made just oozed sexuality.
I went to the bathroom to get all the things I needed to treat his back. I
took it all back to my bedroom and climbed onto my bed beside Malik.
“This will probably hurt.” I said to him as I soaked cotton wool in tea tree oil
(great disinfectant that stuff!).
Malik nodded. As soon as I touched the cotton wool to his back he yelped
and sought out my free hand. I cleaned and disinfected the cuts as best I
could while Malik had a death grip on my left hand.
I put gauze strips on the cuts and reached for the bandage.
“Co-operation?” I said, grinning.
Malik growled at me, but got up onto all fours so I could wind the bandage
around his back and chest, securing the gauze.
“There done. Does it still hurt?” I asked, putting all the stuff I'd used on
the bedside table.
“Like the fires of hell.”ik rik replied, collapsing onto his stomach.
“You want something for the pain?” I continued.
“What have you got?” He said.
“Aspirin, Panadol, panadeine forte, Valium... and then I've got speed,
dope, ecstasy.” I answered.
Malik laughed.
‘But I wouldn’t recommend you take speed, weed or ecstasy.” I continued.
“Valium will be fine. Once I'm asleep I'll be all right.” Malik replied.
I nodded and leapt off the bed. I took all the stuff I'd used to treat his
back to the bathroom and got the Valium out of the cabinet. I took it
back to him with a glass of water. Malik took the Valium and lay on his
stomach again.
I rummaged around in my wardrobe and extracted a joint, then walked
out of my room.
“Where are you going?” Malik asked.
“I’m going to get stoned.” I replied.
I continued down into the kitchen and got another coffee, then sat at
the table and lit the joint.
I inhaled the sweet smelling smoke and held it in for as long as I could
before exhaling. Once I finished the joint and was feeling kinda fuzzy I
went back upstairs, got undressed and crawled into bed. I always slept
naked. Malik snuggled up to my side and started snoring quietly. I kissed
him on the forehead and then quickly fell asleep.


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*sigh* Poor Malik.
Well, got to go to bed.
Read and review my little ones!
Goodnight.