Living With An Ishtar

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Chapter Three: W On On Top?
Warnings: Another lemon. You must be so happy.
Summary: Bakura has discovered his deep feelings for Malik. They decide to go to the beach, which Bakura has never seen before. After arriving, something’s going on with Malik. What’s going on?!

CHAPTER THREE: WHO’S ON TOP?

Bakura woke up the next morning in Malik’s deep purple, velvet bed.

His face was still slightly flushed from yesterday, he noticed, when he looked in the mirror.

His luggage was still downstairs so he got up, still naked; and walked downstairs.

Malik, who was making breakfast in the rather large kitchen before the living room, gasped when Bakura walked through naked. He laughed and grinned lovingly. “Morning, ‘Kura.” he whispered.

His eyes widened. He hadn’t even seen Malik there. He used his fingers to brush through his hair coolly. “Good morning, Malik.” Then he continued wal tow towards his bags where he grabbed some clothes the the bottom of his pack. He put them on there before returning to the kitchen and warmly hugging Malik from behind

The Egyptian jumped and burst into a fit of chuckles. “Bakura, you scared me!” He shoved the silver-haired thief playfully.

He nuzzled the blonde’s cheek. “What’s for breakfast?”

Malik nudged him. “Go sit down at the table and I’ll bring you some.”

He folded his arms behind his head and yawned, walking to the table. “...Reminds me of Ryou. He was such a good cook.”

A frown of jealousy cracroacross Malik’s face. “If he’s so nice, why did he throw you out? Alone.” Malik grumbled, cooking hastily.

Bakura turned and grinned. “You envy him, don’t you?”

Malik blushed and frowned again. “I’m concerned for you; that’s all.”

He nodded, not believing his lover’s excuse. “Ah...I see.” He sat at the table and waited until Malik brought him a plate filled with assorted breakfast foods.

Bakura’s heart melted at his partner’s still upset face. “Well, if you want my honest opinion; this looks much better than Ryou’s shitty breakfasts. And I’d gladly take you over that damn fool...because I love you.” he said boldly, taking a bite of his waffle.

He smiled and rested his head on the palm of his hand and sent his lover a pleasing glare. Malik took an elegant bite, his lips succulent as the fork left his mouth.

They just sat and ate, staring into each other’s eyes with passion.

When they were finished, they shared a kiss; tasting a little syrup left over their lips, and decided to go out for some quality bonding.

They eventually decided to go to the beach. This exited Bakura because he’d never seen the ocean.

He opened the garage. There was no car; just Malik’s prized motorcycle. Bakura had ridden it before, but it seemed all the better now that he would be holding on to Malik with purpose.

The Egyptian grabbed a map and ordered Bakura to get on; and he obeyed, squeezing Malik’s hips and letting his fingers drift across his stomach, caressing his perfect skin passionately.

He let his foot hit the gas pedal, the wheels skidding before the motorcycle started moving across the driveway into the road at good speed.

After a few minutes of smooth riding down the road; Bakura let his hands inch slowly down into Malik’s pants, touching him gently.

The blonde’s eyes widened as he let go of one of the handles to gently slap Bakura’s hand. “Stop it, Bakura! Not while I’m driving! You’re going to get us killed.” He turned around and chuckled.

Bakura rested his head on the Egyptian’s back, half asleep until they arrived.

The parking lot was fairly empty as the motorcycle edged to a stop. Malik got up, off the bike, sending the sleeping tomb robber to the pavement.

He turned around and yelped with concern. “Bakura, wake up! Are you all right?”

Bakura crawled off the pavement with a red indent on his cheek where he’d fallen. “Oh, we’re here already?” he said with a slightly angry tone in his voice.

Malik grinned and helped him up. “Now, ‘Kura, don’t let this ruin your first experience at the beach. Come, get up and let’s go.”

Bakura growled harshly before he got up; taking Malik’s hand and walking up over a sand dune before the waves could be seen.

He stood in awe for a moment when he could see the sea; before his Egyptian dragged him into the wet sand close to the water. His feet squished in the sand, water splashing against his toes.

Malik had a dirty grin on his face. “What?” Bakura asked; before getting violently pushed into the water, Malik tackling himself on top of him playfully.

After some wrestling to get on top, Malik asked, “Tomb Robber, do you really love me?” He took one of Bakura’s fingers and put it in his mouth, giggling as Bakura caressed his thighs.

Bakura rolled his eyes slightly, looking back at his lover softly before replying. “Of course, Malik. Don’t you ever doubt it.” He touched his cheek with the palm of his hand.

Malik smiled gently and rubbed his hands on Bakura’s wet stomach, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He licked his lips, eyeing the thief’s perfect body. “Well good...because I really, really love you.” he said very seriously, letting a groan escape his throat.

Bakura looked as his pants were halfway off. “It’s good that I love you: because these pants were dryclean only.”

Malik laughed and took off his shirt, bending down and pressing his chest against Bakura’s; nipple to nipple.

Bakura slid his fingers into Malik’s tight pants, guiding them off so that they were both naked.

Malik grinned and eyes his lover suspiciously. “What are you up to?” Bakura said, suddenly struck by extreme curiosity.

Malik sat up and straddled the thief, placing his erection close to Bakura’s opening. He gave Bakura a pleading smile, waiting for his reaction.

“Oh no you donI’m I’m not going to be the one getting fucked!” he tried as hard as he could to get up, but Malik pinned him down.

“Bakura, darling...let me love you.” Malik whimpered, massaging his partner’s chest coyly.

“No. No no no! I won’t let you do this!” He struggled babyishly.

Malik put a finger to Bakura’s mouth, hushing him. He took his length into his golden brown hand and dragged it along Bakura’s inner thigh. “I’m going to make you want it.”

Bakura growled and d hid his teeth, jerking his head side to side in sheer anger.

Malik sneered as he slowly pushed a finger in, stroking Bakura where it mattered.

Bakura was starting to sweat. It hurt a little, but Malik’s skills were helping. He knew he couldn’t take much more before he’d give up; this was too good toist.ist.

Malik twisted another finger inside Bakura, shoving harder against a deeply pleasurable ins inside him. He knew tom tomb robber would give in. He had learned from Bakura himself.

His body was shaking in anticipation. He wanted it. “Fine, Malik, just do it!” Bakura finally yelped, using most of his strength to release Malik’s grip on his shoulders.

He took a hold on his aching member and pressed it into his lover, moaning when Bakura gave him a grin of approval.

Malik started to slide his length in and out, pounding against Bakura’s heat, their bodies on fire with ecstasy.

“O-oh Malik...” Bakura whispered, almost cursing as the words left his mouth.

Malik spread Bakura’s legs farther, slamming into him, his length pulsing in desire.

Bakura lost control of his breath for a moment, pressing against Malik’s full bottom to push him farther inside him.

Their chests and legs slathered with a mix of sweat and ocean water, rubbing against each other in intense ache. They locked their mouths together in a kiss and their tongues dueled openly, moaning into each others’ throats.

Malik lifted Bakura’s legs and dug deeper into him. His legs were numb, his throat was dry.

Bakura leaned his head as as his eyes began to tear a little. His thighs were burning with pleasure as he brought himself back with Malik’s thrusting, making Malik cry out, his blonde hair limp and wet.

They each rocked back and forth as tingles moved throughout their entire bodies. Bakura rolled his head back and arched upward, his toes spread as he squeezed against Malik’s length.

“A-a-aaah...Bakura!” Malik groaned, his cheeks flushed pink. He dug his fingernails into the thief’s back and started to twist clockwise, switching back and forth until Bakura was on the verge of screaming.

His hands shook as he grabbed onto Malik and licked his neck. “Ughn, Malik, oh God! More!”

Malik was throwing himself against Bakura’s inside with all his strength, his breath flustered as he moaned and sighed, his voice breaking with rasps between his words; “Ba...ku...ra...o-OH GOD!”

Bakura let out a scream, something you rarely, if never heard from him, and spilled his load into the waves of the sea. Malik came not long after, bursting his seed into Bakura’s body.

They lay there, looking at each other with eyes of gratitude, petting each others’ hair and open skin.

Malik pulled out, causing Bakura to make an ‘ach!’ sound. He leaned up and pulled Bakura up with him. “My, Bakura, love, youw whw what you’re doing on bottom. Sure you don’t want to let me dominate from now on?”

Bakura chuckled, leaning in to press their lips together once again, “Not a chance, Malik. At least, not for a long while.” He kissed his forehead.

They really...truly loved each other...

END OF CHAPTER THREE

>>>Who’s better dominating? Malik or Bakura? My votes for Bakura but who gives a shit...sorry, I’m in a really upset mood right now. Maybe I’ll add some angst. I’m in pain so why shouldn’t they be? Excuse me for my actions...I will probably regret them. Read and review. *Tear.*