Kimi ga Iru
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
7,688
Reviews:
73
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chime
Kimi ga Iru
Summary: Marik’s joy ride!
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: Implied, Kura-chan and Slut Malik
Chime
Marik howled with delight as panicked people dove out of his way, trying to avoid the tired of his chopper. He had nearly lost control when a woman had snatched her child out of his way, but now he had everything under hand.
The demented yami was enjoying one of his favorite modern day past times: Driving on the sidewalk.
He roared down more pedestrian walk way before he decided to give it up. Mostly he quit because he noticed more than one police officer gathering out of the corner of his eye. He popped a wheelie, scared the daylights out of some elderly women, and hit the black pavement, cackling darkly.
It was nearly sundown and soon the Egyptian noticed that his motorcycle wasn’t the only thing growling. He weighed his options.
That bitch Ryou is probably still crying…and the last time Bakura tried to cook we all got food poisoning on purpose… He continued to drive the streets until the sun was completely gone then took a sharp left at a stop light, nearly causing a three car accident.
He looked up at the neon street lights and cursed as he couldn’t recognize any of the symbols. He knew he should have tried to pay attention to the “kanji” lesson the slut had tried to give. It wasn’t his fault; he’d been hung over and more irritable than usual.
Marik grinned, remembering how he’d forced the paler blond to drink the calligraphy ink and beaten him with the wooden brushes.
That’ll teach him to teach me…
However, he soon grew frustrated and realized what he could do, although it was about as appealing to him as making nice to the Pharaoh. He cursed and ran another stop light, heading north.
Ishizu sighed as she watched Marik gobble up her food. She had definitely seen him coming, but she hadn’t counted on the yami eating like he’d suffered through a famine. And what was worse, he’d shown up with alcohol on his breath. That was never a good sign.
“Really Marik, does Malik not feed you? I have no problem feeding you, as I see you as my brother as well, however, the amount you eat –”
The yami swallowed hard and glared at the psychic. “If it’s a problem sister, I can go elsewhere! If I wanted to be bitched at, I’d go and talk to Ryou!”
The bronze skinned woman sighed again and refilled the youth’s plate, stroking his golden spikes. “And please…stop driving on the sidewalk. If you get caught…”
Marik shrugged off the caress and downed a glass of soda. Ishizu wouldn’t allow him to have alcohol in her residence, so this was the next best thing. It fizzed without leaving him with a headache. He dug into the new plate of food, secretly loving the care he received when he was with the woman. He’d lost his true family centuries ago and being with Ishizu –
He belched suddenly and wiped his mouth, backing up from the table.
“I’m leaving!” he announced.
“You’re always welcome Marik.”
“Whatever woman.” He watched her leave the room and snorted. I hate psychics…
He left, slamming the door, but very grateful for the food. Having sobered up since his visit he climbed on his bike, trying to think of what he could do in the hours ahead.
As he sped down the road, the Domino night lay ahead of him. He’d have to find some entertainment if he didn’t want to find himself back at home among Ryou’s crying and his hikari’s fucking.
**
Malik laid against Bakura, his face still flushed with passion, but the energy drained from his limbs. He could barely move and he knew when he did, it would hurt like hell.
He giggled as he felt the thief’s tongue trace up his neck. “’Kura-chan!” He felt his legs spread apart and he gasped in anticipation. “Ra, aren’t you tired?”
Bakura grinned down at him, a wickedly curved knife in one hand. “You haven’t lost enough blood yet.”
Malik giggled and pretended to fight the tight leather straps that held him to the head board. He weakly kicked his legs and pouted as he noticed the thigh high pink leggings were stained with blood.
Shit! Now I’ll have to throw them out so Ryou won’t ask -- He mewled in pleasure as the knife cut into the skin of his thigh.
“’Kura!”
Bakura smiled and lapped up the blood, trailing kisses lower and lower until he was teasing the bronze Egyptian’s member with his tongue.
Suddenly, Malik tensed and his eyes went blank. Bakura sat up and leaned over his willing victim. “Malik?”
In a few moments, the boy came back to reality and let out an amused chuckle. “You aren’t going to believe what my Yami has done Bakura…”
The thief smiled, leaning down as he laid the blade against Malik’s throat. “Tell me…” he purred.
**
Marik cursed when he realized the police were still trailing him. Why did it have to go down like this?
I’ll bet Bakura never has this problem!
The Egyptian was roaring down the street, full speed, his mind working a thousand miles an hour. How the hell was he going to get out of this?!
It started out simply enough. Just some random vandalism, a few random beatings, hell, he’d even peed in a fountain. He’d never meant for the brick to actually go through the window; it just sort of flew from his hands and right through the etched lettering of “Diamond Jack’s Jewelry”. After that, he’d figured why not? SO he’d taken a few pieces of gold. Then some silver. The pearls would fetch a nice price if Bakura could find a buyer and all those jewels would just be the icing on the cake.
So he’d robbed the jewelry store, not realizing the place had a silent alarm.
Silent alarm my ass! This stinks of magic! How can the guards come if there is no sound? He muttered to himself darkly. Bet the Pharaoh’s behind this too!
He turned sharply down a few alleys and stopped his bike, calling out to his hikari.
//Malik! Are you done fucking?! I’m near the school! I need a way outta this! //
An amused purr came through the link and Marik rolled his eyes. //Hikari are you getting your dick sucked?! Answer me! //
He received no answer but perceived a bit of annoyance. Damn you Bakura and your Ra-damned skills! If I get caught I am ratting him out!
Marik cursed a bit under his breath and forced himself to calm down. Think Marik…there has to be a place nearby where you can hide…or at least force someone to hide you –
A ding went off in his mind, just like the kind he’d heard on those elevator beasts Malik had taken him on when they’d gone to the “mall”. He knew where he could go.
Chuckling darkly, Marik got back on his motorcycle and sped off into the night with a plan.
****
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Summary: Marik’s joy ride!
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: Implied, Kura-chan and Slut Malik
Chime
Marik howled with delight as panicked people dove out of his way, trying to avoid the tired of his chopper. He had nearly lost control when a woman had snatched her child out of his way, but now he had everything under hand.
The demented yami was enjoying one of his favorite modern day past times: Driving on the sidewalk.
He roared down more pedestrian walk way before he decided to give it up. Mostly he quit because he noticed more than one police officer gathering out of the corner of his eye. He popped a wheelie, scared the daylights out of some elderly women, and hit the black pavement, cackling darkly.
It was nearly sundown and soon the Egyptian noticed that his motorcycle wasn’t the only thing growling. He weighed his options.
That bitch Ryou is probably still crying…and the last time Bakura tried to cook we all got food poisoning on purpose… He continued to drive the streets until the sun was completely gone then took a sharp left at a stop light, nearly causing a three car accident.
He looked up at the neon street lights and cursed as he couldn’t recognize any of the symbols. He knew he should have tried to pay attention to the “kanji” lesson the slut had tried to give. It wasn’t his fault; he’d been hung over and more irritable than usual.
Marik grinned, remembering how he’d forced the paler blond to drink the calligraphy ink and beaten him with the wooden brushes.
That’ll teach him to teach me…
However, he soon grew frustrated and realized what he could do, although it was about as appealing to him as making nice to the Pharaoh. He cursed and ran another stop light, heading north.
Ishizu sighed as she watched Marik gobble up her food. She had definitely seen him coming, but she hadn’t counted on the yami eating like he’d suffered through a famine. And what was worse, he’d shown up with alcohol on his breath. That was never a good sign.
“Really Marik, does Malik not feed you? I have no problem feeding you, as I see you as my brother as well, however, the amount you eat –”
The yami swallowed hard and glared at the psychic. “If it’s a problem sister, I can go elsewhere! If I wanted to be bitched at, I’d go and talk to Ryou!”
The bronze skinned woman sighed again and refilled the youth’s plate, stroking his golden spikes. “And please…stop driving on the sidewalk. If you get caught…”
Marik shrugged off the caress and downed a glass of soda. Ishizu wouldn’t allow him to have alcohol in her residence, so this was the next best thing. It fizzed without leaving him with a headache. He dug into the new plate of food, secretly loving the care he received when he was with the woman. He’d lost his true family centuries ago and being with Ishizu –
He belched suddenly and wiped his mouth, backing up from the table.
“I’m leaving!” he announced.
“You’re always welcome Marik.”
“Whatever woman.” He watched her leave the room and snorted. I hate psychics…
He left, slamming the door, but very grateful for the food. Having sobered up since his visit he climbed on his bike, trying to think of what he could do in the hours ahead.
As he sped down the road, the Domino night lay ahead of him. He’d have to find some entertainment if he didn’t want to find himself back at home among Ryou’s crying and his hikari’s fucking.
**
Malik laid against Bakura, his face still flushed with passion, but the energy drained from his limbs. He could barely move and he knew when he did, it would hurt like hell.
He giggled as he felt the thief’s tongue trace up his neck. “’Kura-chan!” He felt his legs spread apart and he gasped in anticipation. “Ra, aren’t you tired?”
Bakura grinned down at him, a wickedly curved knife in one hand. “You haven’t lost enough blood yet.”
Malik giggled and pretended to fight the tight leather straps that held him to the head board. He weakly kicked his legs and pouted as he noticed the thigh high pink leggings were stained with blood.
Shit! Now I’ll have to throw them out so Ryou won’t ask -- He mewled in pleasure as the knife cut into the skin of his thigh.
“’Kura!”
Bakura smiled and lapped up the blood, trailing kisses lower and lower until he was teasing the bronze Egyptian’s member with his tongue.
Suddenly, Malik tensed and his eyes went blank. Bakura sat up and leaned over his willing victim. “Malik?”
In a few moments, the boy came back to reality and let out an amused chuckle. “You aren’t going to believe what my Yami has done Bakura…”
The thief smiled, leaning down as he laid the blade against Malik’s throat. “Tell me…” he purred.
**
Marik cursed when he realized the police were still trailing him. Why did it have to go down like this?
I’ll bet Bakura never has this problem!
The Egyptian was roaring down the street, full speed, his mind working a thousand miles an hour. How the hell was he going to get out of this?!
It started out simply enough. Just some random vandalism, a few random beatings, hell, he’d even peed in a fountain. He’d never meant for the brick to actually go through the window; it just sort of flew from his hands and right through the etched lettering of “Diamond Jack’s Jewelry”. After that, he’d figured why not? SO he’d taken a few pieces of gold. Then some silver. The pearls would fetch a nice price if Bakura could find a buyer and all those jewels would just be the icing on the cake.
So he’d robbed the jewelry store, not realizing the place had a silent alarm.
Silent alarm my ass! This stinks of magic! How can the guards come if there is no sound? He muttered to himself darkly. Bet the Pharaoh’s behind this too!
He turned sharply down a few alleys and stopped his bike, calling out to his hikari.
//Malik! Are you done fucking?! I’m near the school! I need a way outta this! //
An amused purr came through the link and Marik rolled his eyes. //Hikari are you getting your dick sucked?! Answer me! //
He received no answer but perceived a bit of annoyance. Damn you Bakura and your Ra-damned skills! If I get caught I am ratting him out!
Marik cursed a bit under his breath and forced himself to calm down. Think Marik…there has to be a place nearby where you can hide…or at least force someone to hide you –
A ding went off in his mind, just like the kind he’d heard on those elevator beasts Malik had taken him on when they’d gone to the “mall”. He knew where he could go.
Chuckling darkly, Marik got back on his motorcycle and sped off into the night with a plan.
****
*MUCH THANX TO: Lady Laran, yukiko, Camille, Reyn, ShadowofLight, and ecristy85!
*REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
*Hey, ShadowofLight, please, calm down! *gives you lollipop* It’ll be okay! You watch.