Living With An Ishtar

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Chapter Two: Reunited
Warnings: A lemon is up, folks. I couldn’t wait.
Summary: Bakura is moving in with Malik and they realize how much they’ve missed each other and do some reuniting. Of course, Malik can be seductive, and Bakura is starting to realize that he can’t hold back. He’s got feelings. For Malik.

CHAPTER TWO: REUNITED

Bakura fiddled with his thumbs in the taxi. He wondered if Malik was the same person he knew in Battle City. Unsure of this, he tried to stop thinking about it. Why was he thinking so much of Malik? Maybe it was just that he was moving in with him. Maybe not. Either way, he was done thinking about it.

As the bright yellow car approached the home that appeared to be Malik’s, Bakura stared out the window in awe. The house was pretty big, but he knew Malik wasn’t rich. What was going on?

The car edged to a stop in the driveway. He grabbed his luggage and paid the cab, but the man in front said it was already paid for. He shrugged and got out of the car, walking up to the door to knock.

He heard footsteps and after a few seconds the door creaked open, where Malik, bright eyed, invited him in.

He had a smirk from cheek to cheek, putting his hand on Bakura’s shoulder as the silver haired tomb robber walked in and set his things down. “So...surprised?”

He shrugged and turned to the blonde Egyptian, “Of what? Your house?”

He nodded and advanced the couch, pointing for Bakura to sit down.

He obeyed and relaxed his legs on the coffee table in front of it, folding his arms behind his head. “How’d you get all this money?”

He smirked and sat right next to Bakura, “I picked up a fewalinaling tricks from you.”

Surprised, he turned to the purple eyes right in front of him.

He chuckled, “I’m only joking. I revisited Egypt to take my father’s will. It was a surprising amount of gold, to be honest. I didn’t know my clan had that much. Probably borrowed some from the pharaoh.”

Bakura laughed a little and put his arms behind his head. “If so, that damn pharaoh deserved it. After all, he killed my entire family...”

“...And let mine live a life of isolation in the dark of his fucking tomb.” He got up and went to the kitchen, bringing back two glasses and some good wine and fruit. “I’m sure you’re hungry. Want some?” He sat back down and set the glasses on the coffee table, looking into Bakura’s deep, dark eyes intensely.

Bakura nodded and Malik poured the glasses half full and handed one to his guest. “You know, I’m glad you came to me. It’s going to be like old times having you live here.”

Malik had fallen in love with Bakura at the finals of Battle City. “I never got the chance to tell him I love him then...now that he’s living with me, I have to. This is a perfect opportunity to find out if he loves me back.” Malik thought. He touched his own leg, Bakura looked even finer than before, he thought.

Bakura took a sip of the wine and glanced over. “I wonder if he’s coming on to me? He’s acting like we’re boyfriends or something.” he wondered; but as he looked back into those mysterious, purple eyes, he knew he wanted Malik. They got along so well anyway, but Bakura was too cold to admit it.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, why did Ryou kick you out?” he asked, crossing his legs.

He sighed. “Well, it’s rather stupid, actually...”

Malik quickly cupped Bakura’s thigh. “Come on, tell me!” he said, smirking playfully.

Bakura gulped, looking at Malik’s grip on his leg. “P-please...I’d rather not talk about it.” he said, turning his head away.

Malik gave a funny look, thinking to himself, “Is he playing hard to get or is he really this cold? Guess I’ll have to try harder...” Malik took a strawberry, and after he was sure Bakura was watching, took most of it into his mouth, letting the clear juice drip down his chin. He licked his lips gratefully.

Bakura bit his lip. Now he was sure Malik was trying to be seductive. His hand twitched.

Malik knew he was making Bakura want him, and he laughed a little. “You want one, Tomb Robber?”

The brown eyes lowered as Malik picked up another strawberry and twirled it between his fingers. Slowly, he brought it to Bakura’s mouth, toying with it across his lips. His voice was deep with desire, “Come on, Bakura. Admit it; you’ve wanted to do it since the finals.”

His eyes widened. What did he want? He backed down a little, so that Malik was on his hands and knees, his waist hovering above him. He bit his lip. “I...I’m n---” His voice was quivering. He was not acting as he normally did.

“Say it.” Malik commanded, pressing the strawberry into his mouth and watg hig his mouth be drenched with the sweet juices.

A smirk fell across the tomb robber’s face as he sucked the strawberry dry. He sent an intense look of desire at his new lover. He was sure. Malik had always been close to him...the only friend he’d ever known. It was only common sense that they had fallen in love. “I’ve fallen in love with you.” he choked. It was still hard to say.

Malik grinned. He could tell it was true by the tone in his voice. He smoothed back the silver hair that blocked his face. “Good.”

“And what about you?” he asked, feeling his body becoming hotter.

Malik twirled his hair between his fingers and straddled Bakura’s hips. “I’ve had feelings for you since I met you.”

Bakura sat up and tackled his way on top of Malik. He pressed their lips together, sliding his hand into Malik’s pants and rubbing his hip. His skin was soft; like his lips. Bakura couldn’t wait to taste more of the only person he’d ever felt this close to.

Malik nearly fainted with Bakura’s subtle touches, he grabbed the tomb robber’s chin and pulled him closer, shoving his entire tongue into his lover’s mouth. He closed his eyes; this was heaven.

He dug his knees against Malik’s inner thigh, pushing them farther apart. Malik put his arms around Bakura’s neck, digging his fingernails into the pale skin as the tomb robber unbuttoned his pants. Sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Malik let a soft moan escape his lips as he was made naked. “No fair!” he exclaimed, scooting up a little, “You still have all your clothes on.” he whispered, unbuttoning Bakura’s shirt and lowering his head as he unzipped his pants.

Bakura quickly jumped up, slightly tripping over his leather pants. Malik followed him up and gave him a hungry stare. Bakura wasn’t going to get away.

Malik lowered his body and put his hands on Bakura’s hips, making him a little still as he gulped again, watching Malik envelope his entire erection into his warm, wet mouth and pressing his teeth gently against the head.

Caught in shock, Bakura began heaving, using one hand to wipe sweat from his forehead and one to press the back of Malik’s head harder onto his arousal.

Choking for a moment, he pulled back, laughing a little and looking up at his partner. “Stop, it Bakura, I’ll do it for you!” he said, slapping Bakura’s hand with a playful grin on his face. He then went back to his job, sucking harder on the pulsing skin.

Bakura closed his eyes and jerked his head, putting his hand against the wall. He moaned, almost drooling, his knees locked in overwhelming pleasure. The feeling was unimaginable.

Malik grazed his tongue against it, harder, swallowing more than be probably should have. He touched Bakura’s legs, rolling his fingers across his stomach. His erection was painful, he wanted his turn.

Bakura moaned and felt himself lose control. “A-ahhh...M-Malik...” He exclaimed, cumming into Malik’s throat, a rush of heat and pleasure running up and down his length.

Malik licked his lips as Bakura fell to his knees, leaning his head against Malik’s shoulder for a moment. Malik petted his silver hair and waited for Bakura to recover. He soon lifted his head with a dark smile on his face, “Your turn.”

He grabbed Malik’s shoulders and knocked him to the carpet, getting on top and pressing their naked chests together, running his hands along the smooth, tan skin as he kissed his neck, sucking the golden brown skin.

Malik groaned, his erection was pulsating with desire and pain. Bakura leaned over and pressed his tongue into his mouth, feeling himself begin to harden again.

Malik reached down and grabbed the tomb robber in the ass, dirty smile and laughing a little as Bakura’s eyes widened and his member thickened. “Come, Bakura, fuck me!” He leaned his back against the floor and looked at his lover provocatively.

Bakura took a hand and wrapped it around Malik’s back. The Egyptian spread his legs, he couldn’t wait any longer. Bakura used his other hand to wind his finger down Malik’s glistening, pink arousal, and teased around his entrance before swiftly shoving two fingers in.

Malik cringed. Bakura was his first, as well. lenclenched his teeth and tried to adjust, but Bakura pressed a hand against his sun kissed stomach and pushed another finger in.

Malik twisted his head quickly, arching his back as Bakura pulled his hips down and took out his fingers, engulfing one in his mouth before wrapping his hand around his new erection and placing it close to Malik’s entrance.

He shivered. “Ra, just do it, ‘Kura!” he whined, moaning and curving his back upward when he felt Bakura enter. His eyes watered a little and he tried to find something to hold on to as Bakura’s thrusts were pressing his naked back against the carpet. “Ugh...UH! Oh Ra, Bakura! Harder!” he grunted, lifting his body against Bakura’s deepening pushes.

He started to twist his hips, making Bakura’s pushes even more pleasurable. Bakura moved in circular motion with his twists, pressing hard against Malik’s insides. “F-fuck...Malik...”

Deep moans filled the room until eventually they were banging so hard they had made it halfway across the room. Rubbing each others skin together and thrusting against each others’ crotches, Malik was the first to cum, spilling on Bakura’s open skin.

Bakura came soon after Malik’s final scream, tingting into Malik and collapsing on top of him, both breathing heavily and touching each other gently.

“UHN...Bakura...” he whispered faintly. “Why...didn’t you say anything before...?”

He moaned a last time and breathed heavily, sighing and looking away from the blonde as he admitted, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I didn’t know what to say to you. I’m...sorry.”

He pet his lover’s pale back and stared with eyes that screamed passion. “No, it’s okay. I know your past has made you a cold person. I hope that I can show you what a great experience love can be.”

Bakura nodded and lay his head against Malik’s chest. “Since I met you, you’ve shown me that. All I want to do is be with you. You, Malik.” he whispered.

Malik knew he would cry if he could, but he was too tired. They each fell asleep right there, on the floor, only to dream of each other.

END OF CHAPTER TWO

>>> So...you like? I know this took me a long time to right but it was good, right? Read and review or I’ll delete it, damn you! *Dreams of Bakura and Malik...*