Just a Bit of Catnip

Srry I was late!

Eres: there’s a thin line between love and hate ^_^

grace: sure any thing for you grace, you review so I owe it too you, I’m glad you enjoyed the plushie, I had Bakura buy (or so he says) all the plushies I hand out from yugi’s shop, there’s enough here to last a while, hehehehe^^

happy yaoi lover: how so? Oh well, I hope u like this one…^^

Elle-Fate2x1: ‘uh-oh’ is right, but are they the only pitiable ones?

SweetMisery: don’t wrry, some one will give a rod to Malik^^

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(Malik)

Jeese… he took that real hard, what’s his problem? I mean I believed him when he told me ridicules things that didn’t seen true at the time.

Sigh

Oh well, I hear the car pulling out of the garage, I crawl to the window and see Bakura and Ryou leave towards some where. I sigh again, what a life…

Pulling on my pants I walk down stairs and see Marik staring at the oven taping his foot impatiently, every so often picking at the string on his oven mitten. I walk in to the kitchen, purposefully making my steps noisy as to alert him of my entrance.

Marik turns around and smiles, “Hey there teddy bear, what’s up? You look kind of sad”

Marik walks over to the refrigerator grabbing two sodas and throwing one to me. I catch it and sigh, how was I supposed to tell him my problem when he was the problem?

“Ever feel all alone? I wish Ryou could understand…” I whisper sadly. Marik walks over taking me into his arms, his lips are smooth as they graze mine. I just rest my head against his chest.

“I know what you mean… like some thing that only you feel… no one understands…you wish they would. You wish you could scream out how you feel…but… they wouldn’t understand, the secret is so powerful, people would be afraid, and so they would block you out, they would be mad, they never will understand” Marik’s eyes glazed over with a deep sadness.

(Marik)

I took Malik in to my arms; I thought I was the only one… I guess every one has something that eats at there soul. Bakura never seemed like that, he was always so strong. Some times I wished he would put away all that cocky-ness he had, put it away and showed me he had a heart.

I remember when I first met him…

*flash back*

“I hate you! I don’t want to marry that stupid girl! All she cares about is stupid girly things” I screamed at my mother.

“Hold your tongue, she is beautiful and her family is rich. You should be happy we set you up with such a girl” my mother said glaring at me because of my disobedience.

“I hate you mother! I really hate you!” I screamed at my mom. I ran out of the house into the woods, tears streaming down my face.

I hate her! I don’t want to marry a girl… I… I don’t like girls… I some times find my self admiring the other boys in the village… there must be something wrong with me…

All creatures under the Spirits of nature, all creatures who are born of the earth, all of them are supposed to like the opposite gender.

I run to my favorite spot, a beautiful little lake, with a large boulder perfect for sitting and thinking.

I crawl on top of my boulder curling in to a little ball, sobbing. Why?! Why am I not like the other males in my village?! Why do I not hoot at the girls as they pass me sly glances and twirl their skirts in the summer breeze?

I hate this so much! I want to be normal!

“Smite me! I hate you all! Why do you taunt me! Have I not worshiped at the season festivals?! Spirits! Answer me! Why am I not normal! Why!” I scream at no one, my voice going dry, giving way to more sobs.

I cry my self to sleep.

That night I woke up under the light of mother moon, sister star sparkled brightly. I got up rubbing the leaves out of my hair.

Some thing was swimming out in the lake. I crept closer, making sure to hide myself behind the rocks.

It’s a boy…but…but he’s not from our village… he must be a rogue. The villain must have done something horrible to be kicked form his village. I crawl closer.

He emerges from the water the light of the moon catching on his faultless body. The water slides down his perfect chest, his lithe figure dripping with crystal water. His hair is silver like the moon, I watch as he rises out of the water.

He must be a great spirit, he’s so beautiful. I was warned about spirits, that they like to play tricks.

I watch as the silver haired spirit runs a hand through his silver mane, the darkness of the forest trees sway shadows over him. I creep closer to get a better view.

I think he’s a fox spirit, he has cunning sharp features. Every thing is godly about him, my eyes wander to his hips, lingering over his prominent outer organ. I lick my lips wishing I could have him.

What a man…

Wait, what am I thinking? I slide behind the rock sinking to the ground gripping my head. This isn’t right I shouldn’t be looking, I shouldn’t be coveting.

I desire him, how can that be? How can I hunger for that creature? I whimper in indecision.

Why do these things always happen to me?

“Why” I whisper softly to my self.

“I don’t know” answers a voice behind me. I fall forward and crawl away from it, turning around to see my silver haired spirit standing there. His body still exposed, still wet.

I felt my self become slick with desire.

“Please Great Spirit I mean you no trouble, please spare me your wrath” I say shielding my head with my arms.

He kneels down next to me chuckling, “what makes you so sure I’m a spirit? And why would I be wrathful towards you?” He asks me, his voice like silk.

“I am not so easily deceived; I know you are not human. You are a creature of some other substance, but please do not harm me. I didn’t mean to spy on your workings” I whimper.

I feel his supple fingers run down my arm, before coming to a strong grip. He pulls my hands away from my face.

“You’re a lovely creature, so perfect features” the silver haired spirit cooed.

I felt myself blush, his eyes working over my body.

“What is your name?” he asked me softly.

tell me

“Marik” I blurt out. I know I’m not supposed to tell my name to spirits, they will curse you if they know your name, I don’t know why I told him.

“Marik, that’s a nice name, you can call me Bakura” he says trailing his hands down my chest, pausing at my navel. I feel a shiver run up my spine, I will his hands to go lower, I know I shouldn’t, but I wish he’d move lower.

As if reading my unspoken with Bakura continues his path downward. My breath comes quick as his hands come to ret again this time at my manhood. I spread my legs a little, it felt right.

Bakura runs his hands gripping my pants; he slowly pulls my pants down below my knees, down my ankles, finally ridding me of such obstructing garments. I lay there panting, my upper body resting on my elbows as I lay back.

I felt his lips graze my shaft, “ungh…Bakura”

His tongue ran up my ths,ths, my hips bucked up into the air. He takes most of my shaft in, his mouth feels so good. He starts humming a popular tune, and almost faint from the rush of pleasure. He pulls off of me, licking his lips in mush the same fashion I did when I watched him bathe. My need twitches as it strains for more contact. I hear him chuckle, did he find toying with me amusing?

He put his fingers in to his mouth sucking on them before he slid one finger into my entrance. Fear griped my heart, what is he doing down there?

“AH!... s-stop! S-stop!” I screamed, my voice choked with panic and fright.

He hushed me, “relax, it will only hurt for a little while, then you will feel better then you did before”

I whimpered, I don’t believe him, this is unnatural! I tried to get away.

stay put and be silent

My body locks up…I…I can’t move! I try to scream but nothing comes out. Tears slide down my cheek; I’m so stupid, now he’s going to do something twisted to me.

He stuck another finger in…spirits save me, this hurts so much. His figures rub the inside of me, hitting something…ah! Fuck, fuck, fuck, ah!

It feels so good, he…he’s right. I want him to continue, my soul is probably cursed, but to the abyss with that. I want him to defile me!

speak…

“Do you want me to continue?” Bakura asks with a sly smirk.

“Defile my body you son of an ass! Fuck me! Spirits take you, don’t you dare stop!” I growl at him.

He laughs, and nods, “I hope you don’t worship Ra with that mouth”

Who in the name of the spirits is Ra? You know what, fuck it, to the abyss with him; I wish he would just hurry.

I feel pierce my entrance, I screamed out in to the night. I tried to loosen up, not enough time. He pulled out and rammed in to me again this time hitting what ever the abyss it was inside. I feel his warm member invade me; the friction between our bodies is magical. I love it, I love the heat. The blood now completely drained to my hips. I can’t think right. He pushes deeper into me, I scream again, his thrusts are fast and even.

His hands claw into my hips, the skin breaking, blood running to the ground. He gives a growl, his fangs glittering in the moon light.

My breath comes short, the pain between my legs unbearable. Bakura’s grip on my hips lesson as he shifts over, taking hold of my length. I whimper as he relives the tension. Still finding away to keep his thrusts even.

I cried out as he filled me, releasing my own essence.

sleep

I felt my eyelids sink, my body taking into it self the drowsy night. I fell into a deep slumber.

When I awoke the next day my demon was gone. I found my pants had some how ended up thrown in the bushes. I put my pants on and made my way to the village.

Something was going on, and ran to the center of town to see the people of my village welcoming a new person.

My demon smiled and waved at me…

*end flashback*

“Marik! Hello?! Marik! Earth to Marik!” Malik yelled.

I looked down at him and smelled smoke…My lamb!

I rushed to the oven to find my burnt meat.

Fuck…

“Sorry Malik, I guess I spaced out, how about we order form some restaurant tonight?” I asked him apologetically, he gave a long sigh then smiled.

“Sure, that sounds nice, I’ll call in” he said hopping off to go use that strange devise that allowed him to communicate with spirits who fulfilled his orders.

What a world…

Half an hour later Bakura and Ryou came skipping through the front door. Bakura walked over to me, taking me in his arms.

“How have you been doing, I smell burnt meat?” Bakura asked raising an eye brow.

“Forget that, did you secure the pendent?” I asked him in a low tone while the two humans packed athe the things that were bought.

“Yes love, I also cursed it, Ryou is ours” Bakura said smiling proudly.

Then our plan is almost done…

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I thought this chappy I’d fill you in on some of Bakura and Marik’s past. And what past is interesting with out moon lit ‘fun’? srry I updated late, please forgive me and review…