A Long Long Night

Part 3:


Malik sat at the table, stirring the ice in his drink with his finger.

-Damn! How could Bakura let himself lose? That egocentric fool!- He moved his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean. -Hmm. Let’s see.- Because of Bakura, the next duel was postponed until the next evening. -Yugi’s friends are all swarming Bakura’s rooms.-

He chuckled to himself, chewing his finger thoughtfully. He didn’t even need to be there to know what was happening thanks to the girl, Tea. She made such a good mind slave. Consequently, he also laughed when those fools noticed that the Ring was missing - the Ring that Tea was beautifully hiding for him. Bored, he decided to go and hang around with the others and gather information, although it was all likely to be utterly useless to him. It was beginning to get really late in the evening and everyone slowly began leaving for bed until he was left alone with Tea.

-Well done my mind slave. You may now give me the Item. Go to bed,- he ordered Tea easily, smirking as she handed over the Millennium Ring into his outstretched hands. He watched her walk away in confusion and grinned. How foolish they all were. He looked at the band of gold in his hands. Lifting a finger, he ran it across the smooth surface of the Ring. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this. The Spirit of the Ring was dangerous and bloody insane. Malik shrugged. Thanks to that freak he no longer knew why he did anything. Slipping it into his pocket, he went into the corridor leading to all the guests’ rooms.

He quickly reached Bakura’s room. The fools hadn’t even locked the door. Malik smirked. Cautiously, he took a step into the room. He shivered. The place was cold and dark, with the only light coming from the cabin window. Slightly high on nerves, Malik stole further into the room, looking around like a cat in new territory. The furnishing here, from what he could make out, was much the same as in his room; a wardrobe, small fridge, couch, door into the bathroom and a bed on which Ryou Bakura was sprawled out cold. Malik felt a small shiver run up his spine. He couldn’t explain it, but the ivory body so casually lying on the blankets made him want to place his own skin against it to see the contrast it would make.

-Gods, what am I thinking?- Malik silently crossed the room. -This is Bakura, you idiot. What are you doing?!- But he couldn’t stop himself as he placed his hand on Bakura’s cheek and, gliding it down his neck, marvelled at the pale skin against his own bronze flesh. The unconscious boy opened his mouth, making a sort of mewling noise and took a soft breath. Malik’s eyes widened in amusement.

-This is the fearsome Thief King Bakura?- The thief had very quietly but unmistakably begun to snore. -But no. This is, after all, still Ryou. I wonder if Bakura snores?- It was hard to pull himself away, but Malik stood up. He had some unsorted business with the thief. Nonetheless, he still painfully remembered how dangerous the spirit could be, so as a precaution he took out some bandages. Taking both of the other teen’s wrists he placed them together, tightly binding them so that the thief could not use his hands. Then, throwing away the remaining material, he took out the Ring. Malik took a deep breath and placed the Ring over Ryou’s head, letting it fall onto his chest.

Bakura opened his eyes. His skin tingled on his neck and he turned to see what was going on. Instead a delicious sight met his gaze. Malik was leaning over him, his gaze fantastically fearful. His hair had fallen over his face and he appeared to be fascinated by the thief. Bakura tilted his head so that Malik could get a better view of his milky neck before reaching up and grabbing the Egyptian around the neck. At least, that was what he wanted to do, but his actions were hampered by the bandages that bound his hands. He glared at them in irritation before snapping his head forward. This was enough for Malik to jump back. Bakura snarled at him.

“Get those fucking things off me. What the hell are you doing here? This is my fucking room!” he shouted, raising his hands to bite at the bandages. Malik quickly returned to his place and grabbed them, stopping Bakura from undoing the knots.

“I brought back the Millennium Ring because I had some unsorted business with you, Bakura,” said Malik, placidly holding the thief’s hands in place.

Bakura struggled against Malik’s hold, nearly throwing the Egyptian off. His efforts proving unsuccessful, Bakura reared up, biting into Malik’s bare shoulder. The Egyptian screamed, barely keeping his grip on the white haired teen’s hands. The bite had drawn blood, but he nearly let go from shock as Bakura’s tongue travelled over the pierced flesh and he started to suck at the cut.

Finally Malik pulled back, unable to maintain his grip, and Bakura followed him, slipping his still-bound wrists around the other boy’s neck and pushing him against the wall. He grabbed the Millennium Rod out of Malik’s belt and threw it next to the bed, where it hit the floor with a loud thud. Malik’s eyes followed it before returning to look at Bakura.

“Good afternoon, Malik. I am fucking thrilled to see you visit me!” grinned Bakura, pressing himself into Malik and biting the base of his neck, happy to be in control. “Or is that not why you came? Did you enjoy our last meeting? Back for more?”

He moved his bound hands up so that he could release the catch on the Egyptian’s neck piece, letting it clatter to the floor. He then chuckled as he saw the bandages on Malik’s neck. -He was so neat.- Carelessly untying them, he ripped them off, opening up the scabs in the process. Once the flesh was bare he attacked it, biting at the sensitive skin.

“Ah!” Malik tried to pull back. What the hell was going on? He could have sworn that he was in control of the transaction and suddenly the tables had turned. “Bakura,” was all he could say before a moan escaped his lips as the thief bit at a particularly sensitive spot on his neck.

“That’s right Malik,” grinned the thief, moving up to Malik’s ear and running his tongue around its edge. “Why did you tie me up Malik?” He moved to softly kissing the other on the lips. “I didn’t know…” he said, between taking a nip out of the Egyptian’s lips, “…that you were in to that. Or did you think…” He pressed himself closer to Malik, making the other gasp. “…that by tying my hands…” He playfully bit Malik’s jaw. “…you would be able to, ah, control me?”

Malik whimpered as Bakura pulled back from his assault. Partly because he was completely losing control, but mostly, he realised in horrified fascination, because he wanted more. Bakura was regarding him with a calculating look that Malik could not return.

-Why am I even here? What the hell was I thinking letting that freak out?- He was desperately trying to avoid the thought that the thief felt goddamn good against him. He tried to resort to glaring. He made his stance emanate pure hatred. This turned out to be hard, as Bakura chose that moment to grind himself against him.

Bakura nearly died laughing as the Egyptian’s scowl turned into a look of agonised pleasure. He repeated the motion, seeing Malik’s face contort once again.

-Bloody hell, he’s still trying to glare. Fuck, I just want to make him eternally angry. He’s so bloody hot when he’s angry!- He backed away from the wall, moving with his prey towards the bed. Smirking, he leant over, forcing Malik to lean back, arching his back painfully so that Bakura could reach the bed post. He fiddled around with it for a while. Malik couldn’t quite understand what he was doing. The thief was humming to himself. Suddenly the white haired spirit let him go, bringing back his hands – which were untied.

-He freed himself using the bed post! Damn.- Before Malik could think on it any further, Bakura had grabbed his hands and held them above his head.

“I know you like this.” His breath was hot on Malik’s neck as the thief whispered into his ear.

He grabbed the bandages that had held his wrists together and returned Malik the favour by binding his hands. He pushed the Egyptian back onto the bed and secured his hands to the headboard in a few expert knots.

“Do you practice this?” spat Malik, squirming under him.

Bakura smiled down at him using one of his manic grins. “Yes.” Malik shook his head, deciding it would be safer not to explore that subject.

-This is all going wrong!- This was not how he’d planned it. He needed to talk to the spirit and get him to duel again, but instead he was tied down to Bakura’s bed and he had no delusions about what the spirit could do to him. The problem was that the very thought of that sent shivers down his back.

-For Ra’s sake, I’m being tied up by a five thousand year old thief and that’s not all he’s doing to me!- Malik was feeling the heat rise in a certain part of his body. Unfortunately for him, Bakura must have been thinking along the same lines as he straddled the prone Egyptian, making sure to add some pressure to that already inflamed area.

Malik gasped and pulled against his bonds. This was Bakura, god damn it - the insane, evil Spirit of the Ring. Forget that he’s a guy. He’s fucking evil!

-And so fucking hot!- He looked up into Bakura’s beautiful face. The dark brown eyes looked at him, directly piercing his soul. Stealing him away. He didn’t even care anymore. He just wanted to lose himself in the thief.

“Bakura,” breathed Malik, arching his back a little. Bakura put a hand on Malik’s flat stomach, pushing him back down. Malik whined. “Bakura-” The thief placed a slim finger over his mouth, cracking a grin.

“Malik…” He slowly bent down over the Egyptian’s lips. Malik tensed, holding his breath, ready for the onslaught. Bakura was so near. He could feel his soft breath against his skin as the thief parted his lips.


“…You’re mine.”


Malik was ready for the kiss, parting his lips to allow Bakura to explore his mouth. As Bakura shifted, his Millennium Ring fell to rest on Malik’s bare stomach. He nearly cried out at the twin feeling of the fiery kiss and the burning sensation of heavy, cold metal resting on his flesh. The thief’s tongue navigated itself around Malik’s mouth investigating every part of this domain. Bakura’s expert explorations found their way around the Egyptian’s tongue, tasting it from every angle.

Bakura tasted so good. He must have eaten all the melon at the all-you-can-eat before the duel. Malik’s mouth began to water. Bakura pulled back a little, surfacing for air, but Malik followed him. Laughing, Bakura pushed him back.

“No.” Malik pouted and tried again. Bakura’s hand twisted and suddenly it held a knife. “I don’t like to repeat myself!” Malik eyed the knife warily. Even Bakura wasn’t insane enough to seriously harm him.

“Well I don’t like to be kept waiting!” replied Malik, glaring.

-Fuck. He’s being sexy again!- Bakura licked his lips and lazily moved back a little. Malik had to abandon his glare and whimper as his body was momentarily sensually assaulted. He wanted more. He arched his back, bucking his hips to try and manoeuvre Bakura back.

“Bad Malik.” Bakura shook his head. “I can’t believe a disobedient boy like you is a fucking tomb keeper.” He suddenly moved the knife to press it against Malik’s side. “You’re such a fucking slut, Ishtar! A fucking hot slut.”

He leant over and began kissing and licking the Egyptian’s bronze neck. It was bruising beautifully from earlier. He bit down hard on a particularly nasty looking one and was rewarded with Malik’s cry. He moved slowly around his neck, listening out to Malik’s soft whimpers and sometimes sharp cries as he bit harder into parts of his neck - just listening to him made him grow hard.

He stood up to his knees, crawling back to allow himself access to the Egyptian’s perfect body. He put the knife to one side and began teasing Malik’s flesh. Undoing the fastenings of the lavender half-shirt the other wore and pulling it back to Malik’s shoulders, he leant forward to pass the tip of his tongue around one nipple and then the other. Stopping at the pert nub, he caught it between his teeth and bit. The sound from Malik nearly made him come. He licked it and then bit again. This time Malik arched his back. Taking this as a positive sign, Bakura slowly continued to move down Malik’s body, licking down the middle of his stomach.

Malik felt himself grow hard. Bakura’s ministrations were driving him insane. He nearly cried out as Bakura took a bite out of his side. Sharp pain mixed with pleasure. Malik could still not move his arms. His muscles ached from being in the same position for so long, but Bakura did not seem to want to let him go any time soon. He gasped as the thief gently licked down below his navel until he reached his pants.

Bakura’s hair tickled his skin, adding even more amazing sensations as he worked the belt and zip of Malik’s trousers. Malik blushed slightly as Bakura removed his clothes, boxer shorts and all, throwing them down on the floor. He didn’t quite know what was expected of him at this moment.

“I expect you to be screaming my name,” smirked Bakura, as if he could read Malik’s thoughts. He bent down again, closing his teeth around a nipple. Malik gave a slight cry, which turned into a gasp as Bakura’s hand suddenly took hold of his exposed member. The thief kissed down the Egyptian’s body while slowly moving his hand up the underside of Malik’s manhood. He reached the golden hairs at the base of Malik’s cock and drew back. Malik gave a moan. Painfully slowly, Bakura lowered his head and let his tongue skirt the tip of Malik’s cock. The teen moaned again and tried to buck his hips for more contact. Bakura drew back completely.

“You’re an impatient little whore, aren’t you, Malik?” said Bakura. Malik whimpered, arching his back.

“Bakura…” The Egyptian gave him a pitiful look.

“What’s the magic word?” The thief grinned. “Ask nicely.”

Malik glared. “Please.” Bakura looked at him for a while all the time smiling like a maniac. Just as Malik was about to crack, he bent down and swallowed the whole thing in his mouth. Malik arched his back trying to push it in even deeper.

“Fuck! Bakura. So good!” Bakura lazily put a hand on Malik’s stomach and pushed him back down. He pulled back.

“Don’t you dare…” He glared at Malik. “Don’t you dare fuck my mouth. So fucking stay still or I’ll tie you down.” Malik nodded and submissively hung his head.

“I’m sorry, Bakura. I’ll stay still.” He looked up, trying his cutest face. “More? Please?”

-Damn, the cute thing really works. I can’t believe he just completely ignored his chance to get out of here.-

Bakura chuckled and lowered his head again, this time giving the sensitive underside of Malik’s member one lick and then closing his mouth around the head. He worked his tongue around the cock expertly, extracting all kinds of wonderful noises from the Egyptian.

Malik tried to keep as still as possible as Bakura again took the whole shaft into his mouth. The feeling of the thief’s hot tongue around his swelling cock was almost too much. He gave a moan as Bakura slightly grazed his teeth around the erection.

“Ah! Please, more!” Malik remembered in time to stay still. It was taking all his self control to not buck into Bakura’s mouth. He was nearing his climax, twisting his hands into fists against their bonds. He was so close and almost screamed in frustration as the thief pulled back, smiling knowingly.

“Not yet, Ishtar!” he laughed, looking at Malik’s frustrated expression. He moved forward, grabbing Malik under the armpits and pulling him into a sitting position. Malik cried out as his already impossibly cramped arms were forced into an even more awkward position as they were bent behind him, still held by the bandages.

“Bakura, you bastard. What are you doing now?” Malik eyed the thief with apprehension, wondering what the hell the thief was going to do to him now. Bakura, meanwhile, had moved up so he was kneeling over the Egyptian. He had taken off both his shirts, leaving a perfectly toned, white body. It was only slightly ruined by the bandage on his left arm, which Malik remembered painstakingly putting over the cut that he had made. The rest of the bruises and cuts that had been there had healed. Obviously the hospital staff were very good.

Bakura let Malik stare at his body, moving it back slightly so that the other boy could get a better view. Meanwhile his hands worked his trousers, undoing them. He had never liked wearing underclothes. Back in the day, undergarments were not worn and he didn’t bother with them now. Therefore his own member was no longer restricted by his clothes. Malik’s eyes shifted from Bakura’s body to the sight in front of him. What was he supposed to do now?

“Suck me off, Ishtar,” said the thief easily, looking down at the Egyptian.

Malik looked doubtfully at the already erect cock before him. -How the hell is that supposed to fit?-

He tentatively leant forward, brushing his tongue against the ivory skin. Bakura gave a small moan but stayed still. Slightly reassured that he was along the right lines Malik tried to recall what Bakura had done to him.

-Ah. Teasing. Okay.- Malik ran a tentative tongue down the thief’s long shaft, far too lightly for Bakura’s liking. He growled deep in his throat.

“Stop being a such fucking teasing whore, Malik.” Malik grinned and took the whole shaft in his mouth. He could almost feel Bakura wanting to push in further as he held it there. -Why am I not being fucked?- Malik moved his tongue so that it enveloped the other’s cock while he sucked at the object in his mouth. It tasted of Bakura, and he could hear he other’s moans as he explored it.

“Gods Malik… Have you done this before?” grinned the thief, before gasping as Malik ran his teeth along the length of his cock. Suddenly the Egyptian pulled back. He put his head to one side, looking up at the white haired teen.

“I’m surprised you haven’t taken over yet, Bakura,” he said, breathing heavily. “I expected to be thoroughly fucked.” Bakura cracked a grin.

“It’s called self restraint.” Malik gave him a look.

“Is that supposed to be saying something?”

“Well. Yes,” drawled Bakura. “It's saying I can control myself and you bloody can’t.”

“Ah.” Malik lowered his eyes thoughtfully. He leant forward and rested his cheek against the other’s cock. “I understand.” He rubbed his face against the highly sensitive skin, making Bakura nearly lose his fragile control.

Seeing Malik leaning his face against his hardened erection was almost enough to drive him over the edge. If Malik was trying to get him to lose control, he was winning. The Egyptian let his tongue skim the side of Bakura’s cock. The little sound that the thief made was very interesting. He repeated his actions, listening to that enthralling noise.

“Go on. Do it,” said Malik, looking up into the piercing brown eyes.

Bakura looked down into the violet orbs. “Do what, pray?” Malik leant back, tilting his head and slowly licking his lips.

“Fuck my mouth, Bakura.” He parted his lips in challenge, seeing Bakura’s lust fight his control. He didn’t have too wait long to see what won.

“Fine!” replied the thief, grabbing a fistful of Malik’s golden hair. “Remember, you asked for it, bitch!”

With that, he rammed his shaft into the Egyptian’s welcoming mouth, letting out a sound of pure pleasure as it passed into the hot wet dome. He could feel Malik fighting the new sensation of being so invaded, but he adapted very quickly soon matching Bakura’s vigorous rhythm. Bakura forced himself deeper into Malik’s mouth. He was going to make that whore pay for teasing him like that.

Malik nearly gagged as Bakura’s whole shaft embedded itself in his mouth. Not wanting to be outdone he engaged his tongue grinning inwardly as Bakura made an appreciating voice at this welcome addition to his experience. Problem was that he didn’t really know how long to go on for and Bakura wasn’t stopping.

“I’m going to come and you’re gonna swallow it,” ordered the thief, painfully tightening his hand on Malik’s hair as the teen tried to pull back with an angry retort at this information. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” laughed Bakura.

-Fuck,- thought Malik. In protest he disengaged his tongue, letting Bakura do all the work. It would have worked if the white haired teen hadn’t caught on and pushed himself so deep into Malik’s mouth that all that was stopping him from throwing up was that all passage out of his mouth was blocked.

“Stop being so stubborn, Ishtar. You’re mine, remember? And it was you who asked for it. So get back to work with that talented little tongue of yours.”

Malik blushed at the compliment, hating himself for it. In the end it was down to obeying Bakura or suffocating. He let his tongue move around Bakura’s member, gasping for air when he finally pulled out. The relief was short lived though, as the thief started thrusting again even harder than before.

“So fucking hot, Malik!” exclaimed Bakura, before two more thrusts brought him over the edge and into the Egyptian's mouth. Amazingly, Malik managed to swallow all of it. The taste was almost impossible to describe. Malik guessed it must be unique to each person. But it did have Bakura written all over it. Taking shaking breaths, Malik leant back against his bonds and Bakura collapsed on top of him.

“You’re a bloody good cock sucker, Malik,” grinned Bakura as he rested on the other’s chest. Malik buried his head in Bakura’s hair, breathing in the thief’s distinct scent.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” he replied slyly.

“I’m fucking amazing, you worthless slut, and you’re going to regret saying that!” growled Bakura, biting the Egyptian’s collar bone.

Malik cried out, struggling against his bonds. The thief noticed his actions and grabbed his knife. Malik tensed under him, making a shiver go down Bakura’s spine and straight to his cock. He brought the knife up past the wary teen’s head and cut him free. Malik immediately brought back his hands, entangling them in Bakura’s silken hair and bringing up the thief’s face to hotly kiss him on the mouth.

Gods, his shoulders ached, and his wrists had gone red from the sweaty bandages that had chafed his skin. But that was nothing compared to the feel of Bakura in his hands and his mouth passionately pressed to his, tongue already past his lips.

“Mmm. Malik, I could do this all fucking night,” breathed Bakura into his mouth. Malik agreed by letting the spirit completely take over. Bakura tasted himself in Malik’s mouth. He tasted fucking good, especially mixed in with Malik. He began caressing the Egyptians forgotten member, bringing it back to life and making Malik moan into him.

“Bakura, you taste good.” The boy bucked into him, brushing Bakura’s own erection. The thief moaned and pressed himself down onto the tomb keeper.

“You feel fucking awesome, Malik.” Bakura disentangled Malik’s hands from his hair and relieved the boy of his shirt. He leant back to inspect his masterpiece. Malik was beautifully naked between his legs. He now only wore his armbands and earrings. Bakura reluctantly stood up and shed his trousers. They were beginning to seriously piss him off.

Malik looked up at the tomb robber. Eyes travelled over a perfect white body. Bakura looked like a ghost standing in the dark room. A fucking sexy ghost. His Millennium Ring was now all he wore and it hung shining around his neck. Bakura noticed him looking at it and lifted it from its position. He reverently set it down next to the Millennium Rod that Malik had almost completely forgotten about. Bakura put up one perfect long white finger and twisted it around.

“Roll over,” he purred. Malik glared at him before getting off the bed and standing in front of the thief.

“Make me.” Bakura laughed and kicked the feet out from under him, making Malik land face first at the foot of the bed.

“Made you!” growled Bakura happily, grabbing the knife off the bed before straddling Malik’s back. “Good chair!” He leant down, hooking a finger under Malik’s chin and twisting his head into a slightly uncomfortable kiss. “Malik…” he said into the soft mouth.

“Yes Bakura?”

“When I hurt you, don’t scream too loud…” Bakura seemed perfectly serious. He got onto his knees, allowing Malik some space.

“When?” -Surely he’s supposed to say if?- Bakura had slipped his hand under him and started working on his cock again, taking Malik’s mind away from the thought. He obviously chose to misunderstand the boy’s question.

“Um. Around about now.” Malik couldn’t see what the thief was doing and he was far too distracted in any case to care.

“Bakurahhhh?!!!” The name turned into a scream as he felt scalding pain race through his back. He arched his back, trying to get away from whatever just happened.

“Shhhh.” Bakura pressed his lips into the back of Malik’s neck nipping at the nape. His hand still stroking Malik’s need increased its speed, making Malik gasp in pleasure.

-Fuck, what did he do to my back?- Tears formed in his eyes as the pain spread across his skin.

Suddenly it began to mix with the pleasure he was receiving from Bakura’s hand. It felt… good. The feeling of bliss spreading from his cock was amplified by the pure torment he was feeling on his back. He relaxed his back, concentrating on ignoring the pain. Maybe Bakura knew what he was doing.

Unfortunately Bakura did know what he was doing, and he knew that there was so much more to come. Malik’s scream was making him become hard all over again. The teen was panting from obvious confusion of pleasure and pain. As he began to relax, Bakura decided to continue. He took his knife and finished off the character he was carving on Malik’s back before continuing on to the next.

“Ahhhhh! Bakura!” Malik’s back arched in pain again. “Please stop!”

Bakura returned his biting of the other’s neck, twisting his head around to once again kiss Malik on the lips. He could taste salty tears on his lips. He moved his hand making Malik whimper into his mouth as his member began to swell. -It hurt and it felt…- Like as if electric shocks were being sent through his body straight to his cock.

“Something in my hand doesn’t seem to want me to stop,” replied Bakura easily, nipping Malik’s lip.

Malik didn’t reply and instead answered by going red in the face. Bakura took this chance to place another cut and another, each time having Malik whimper from a mixture of pain and ecstasy into his mouth. He didn’t even notice that Bakura had finished until the thief pressed a slightly bloody finger to his lips.

“You were cutting my back?!” Malik was horrified. The last time this happened was during his tomb keeper’s initiation. He had hated the pain. He was terrified of it. So why the fuck did it feel so good now? He opened his mouth in shock only to have Bakura slip two digits into his mouth.

Guessing what was required Malik started to suck on them, eager to stop thinking about his past and focus on the present. Once Malik had fully coated his fingers, Bakura reluctantly took them out of his mouth. The thief moved back, spreading Malik’s legs a little with his knee.

“Ready?” Malik nodded and gasped as he felt Bakura slide a finger into his entrance. “Hurts?”

Malik shook his head. “No. just feels weird.” Bakura grinned.

“It’ll get better. Promise.” -So much fucking better!-

Malik’s arse felt hot around his thin digit. He rubbed circles around Malik’s belly as he inserted another finger, marvelling at the tight heat that surrounded them. He pushed them in further, receiving a whine from Malik as he pushed himself back onto the digits. Bakura smiled and flexed the digits, making them hit Malik’s prostate and causing the Egyptian to cry out.

“Please, Bakura. Again!” he whined as Bakura slid out his finger and forced them in again, again hitting the bundle of nerves. “Ah. Feels good!” Malik nearly swore as the thief removed his fingers completely.

“Bakura!” He turned, pouting. The thief grinned at him and held up a finger. With his other hand he rubbed his own manhood until it was completely erect. He then placed himself at Malik’s entrance. Malik raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you supposed to use lube when you do that?” he asked, eyeing the thief
over his shoulder.

“Do I look like the kind of person who carries something like that around with me, just in case I want to fuck someone?” replied Bakura irritably. Malik smirked.

“Uh, yeah.”

Bakura glared at him and spat on his hand, rubbing his spit over his cock. “That’s all you’re gonna get. Now deal with it!” he said, leaning over and kissing Malik’s soft lips. Then without warning he thrust in.

Malik saw the light. In fact many lights popping in front of his eyes. He felt like as if he’d been ripped open. He couldn’t stop himself from screaming even around Bakura’s hungry mouth. The foreign object inside him was far larger than Bakura’s two fingers, and much longer. Bakura began moving inside him despite Malik’s obvious discomfort.

“Bakura!” Malik gasped for breath. “Ah. That fucking hurts!”

The thief laughed and moved his hips, sharply forcing himself further into Malik who screamed again as his flesh felt like it was torn open. Suddenly the Egyptian felt the other moving with more ease. He himself could feel himself stretching to accommodate Bakura. The thief’s hand had stopped rubbing his stomach and returned to pleasuring his cock instead.

“Relax. It will get better.” he breathed into his ear, giving it a bite.

He could feel Malik’s blood lubricating his movements as he thrust into the golden haired tomb keeper. He soon found a rhythm hitting Malik’s prostate and making him cry out. Malik tried to push back on Bakura’s cock and match his movements but every time the thief hit his spot he lost control.

Now that he had got used to the invasion and had begun to relax the pain was being overridden by pleasure. In experimentation he flexed his muscles receiving a moan of appreciation from Bakura. He was beginning to miss the sharp hurt that he was feeling before. He tried to rekindle it by tensing his muscles and pushing back onto Bakura.

“Fuck, Malik. You’re so fucking good at this. If you weren’t so tight I’d have thought you’d done this before!” drawled Bakura, stroking Malik’s perfect arse with his
spare hand.

“Shut up and fuck me!” groaned Malik, trying again to impale himself better.

“You’re such a fucking slut, Ishtar!” replied Bakura gleefully. He hit Malik’s prostate again, making him arch his back.

“Do that again, Bakura. Please! I want you inside me. I want to fucking feel you!”

“Then I’ll fuck you until you can’t even walk, Ishtar.”

Bakura slid out of Malik who whined in frustration. His cock was covered in the other’s blood. He knew what Malik really wanted was to be screwed into oblivion. And preferably with a bit more pain. Bakura knew how to give that. Being old always comes with the benefit of experience. He positioned himself against the boy’s entrance again. Malik tried to push himself onto Bakura but he moved away. The teen whimpered.

“Please, Bakura. I want you inside me. Fuck me, you fucking self-centered bastard!”

-Aww, he was being angry again.-

If it wasn’t for his own need Bakura would have loved to torment him a bit more, but his self control was going. He dug the fingers of both his hands into Malik’s hips and rammed himself, burying himself to the hilt, in the tight bliss that awaited him.

Malik gave a scream of delight at the sharp pain mixed with the ecstasy of Bakura hitting his prostate. Bakura almost pulled out again and thrust with his hips, pushing himself in, moving inside Malik. He was ready to come just from the sounds Malik was making. He increased his tempo. He took one hand and started rubbing Malik’s member. Soon both of them were moving together, breathing heavily.

“Ah. Malik. So tight, I think I’m going to come!” groaned Bakura, thrusting deep into his partner and hitting his nerves again and again.

“Do it. Come inside me!” Malik’s voice was husky with passion. He was close himself now. Bakura thrust one more time, making pleasure course through his veins before coming into him.

“MALIK!” He threw back his head as he climaxed. He could feel Malik’s muscles tense as he was pushed over the edge.

“BAKURA!” Malik screamed, arching his back and leaning into the thief, his orgasm sending his body into uncontrollable spasms as he came all over the floor and his own stomach. Malik collapsed on his side with Bakura behind him. They breathed heavily, matching breath for breath. After a while Bakura passed a finger over Malik’s stomach, bringing it back covered in his essence. He put it thoughtfully into his mouth, licking it clean.

“You taste good, Ishtar.” He slid out of Malik, making the Egyptian wince at the sudden emptiness, and placed his leg over the other’s hip, curling protectively around him. Malik pressed himself into Bakura’s chest with a contented yawn. He didn’t even want to remember why he came here in the first place.

They must have fallen asleep because when Malik opened his eyes Bakura was sprawled on top of him making small, satisfied sounds, which sounded suspiciously like snoring. Malik couldn’t help but laugh out loud, the shaking in his chest causing Bakura to shift irritably and open his eyes.

“What’s so fucking funny, Ishtar?” he growled, looking down at the Egyptian.

“You snore,” Malik said gleefully.

“Well, you’re covered in your own cum,” retorted Bakura, scowling at him. They stared at each other in silence. Malik broke first, bursting into laughter. Bakura looked at him bemused, eventually cracking his own grin. He leant over Malik, kissing him.

“I wanna fucking wash. C’mon.” He sleepily grabbed one of Malik’s hands, pulling him up into a sitting position. The boy tensed, wincing.

“Ow. Bakura you bastard! My arse hurts!” He glared at the thief who returned his look blankly.

“Look, if you want me to carry you, you just have to bloody ask,” said the thief, grinning evilly. Before Malik could protest, Bakura had scooped him up in his arms and used him to force open the bathroom door. Malik looked at the mirror. A thrill went through his spine as he saw himself in the arms of the thief king. He looked at the image marvelling at them. Then he noticed all the cuts and bruising on his own body.

“Bakura…” He turned to the thief slowly, “let me down.”

Bakura smirked and lowered him to his feet. Malik winced as the pain in his butt redoubled but ignored it, staring at himself in the mirror.

He ran a hand over his neck and side then turned around to look at his back. He ignored the dried up blood on his arse hardly surprised anymore. Instead his gaze focussed on the tattoo on his back. Despite the bloody mess he could make out where Hieroglyphs had been cut over by new ones, all thanks to Bakura.

Drawing on his slightly forgotten knowledge of Egyptian Malik look in horror as the original message he was supposed to presumably have shown the pharaoh was transformed into:

------“The mighty one that reads this will know that Malik Ishtar has been completely screwed by Thief King Bakura.”--------

“BAKURA YOU’RE-”

“Fucking awesome right!” Replied Bakura clamping his lips over Malik’s. “C’mon. I wanna wash!”