Friends, Enemies, or More?

Chapter 4: Project 101

The two had remained in the same position for the next hour or so, Bakura's hands working on Malik's back, the blonde leaning against the thief's hands, lavender eyes covered by content eyelids.

Malik suddenly moved away from Bakura, who blinked a few times. Malik slowly removed his shirt, revealing the tan, smooth, faultless skin underneath the purple belly shirt. He then turned his back to Bakura, and got in the same position as before.

Bakura tried not to look utterly surprised or happy about when Malik took off his shirt, and not to raise any suspicion, he started massaging the others' back again. The tan skin under his fingers was amazingly smooth, for only one fault lay there; the scriptures of the Pharaoh. Bakura's fingers traced over the lines and symbols on the other male's back, narrowing his eyes.

Malik turned his head a bit, and through the corner of his eye, he could see the thief's eyes narrowed at the markings on his back, "Bakura?" he asked hesitantly, already missing the feeling of Bakura's hands massaging his back.

Bakura looked up from his thoughts and looked to Malik, looking the other male in the eyes, "Yes?" he breathed, mentally cursing himself for the strange tone coming from his mouth.

"-Are you okay?" Malik asked, not asking the other questions on his mind right now. He never thought that the thief would touch him, let alone massage his back. Bakura had made it very clear yesterday and today-up until now- that he didn’t have any intention of being friends. However, this went against all of that, and it made the blonde utterly confused.

Bakura nodded, letting out a sigh as he moved his hands away from the Egyptian's back, facing forward and away from Malik. 'What the hell am I doing? I'm giving him the wrong idea with all this…' he thought bitterly.

Malik tried hard not to groan in discontent as the thief's hands moved away from his back, then quickly put his shirt back on, a light blush lining his cheeks. "Sh-Should we get working on that project?" he asked Bakura, looking over at the other male once he was sure his blush was gone.

The white-haired teen turned to him, nodding without a word and went to gather the supplies they needed. Malik went to get the directions from his backpack, and sitting himself back down on the couch, setting out all the papers they needed on the large, oak coffee table that sat in front of the couch.

A moment later, Bakura came back, arms full of supplies they needed; paper, scissors (which seemed an awkward shade of red…), markers, a few books, and several sharpies. He placed all the items he had gotten on the coffee table beside the directions, and the two of them quickly got to work.
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Several hours later, Bakura and Malik had finished their project. Of course, Malik had to explain everything to the thief again, since Bakura hadn’t been listening at all during class. The final result of their project was pretty good, Bakura adding some personal touches to make it more flashy. Malik did most of the work, but Bakura made the Renaissance Art project presentable, and some of his own lingo to the words.

"Are you sure that makes sense?" Malik had asked when Bakura had changed some of the wording about Michelangelo.

"Positive. I knew the guy, Malik, keep that in mind."
"But, you're not supposed to know about him, or have met him. We have to go off the books, otherwise the teacher may get suspicious." Malik countered.

"Whatever. We're going to get a good grade on this, trust me." Bakura had said, and despite Malik's better judgment, he allowed the thief to do what he pleased with wording and information.

The project turned out far better than either male had ever produced, including several world domination plans on Bakura's half, and both smiled-smirked in Bakura's case-at the final result.

Malik looked to his watch, one that Ishizu had bought him for a birthday present last year, since she claimed he had no sense of time. The blonde gasped at the time, "My Ra! It's really late! I better get going, Bakura…" he said, looking away from the project and at his friend.

Bakura jumped out of his thoughts as Malik had said this, moving his eyes from the blonde. He mentally cursed himself again; he had been completely mesmerized by the blonde sitting next to him…the sweet smell of unknown substance emitting from him, the straight, perfect blonde hair…He shook his head, 'Get a hold of yourself, Bakura!' he thought angrily. He looked to Malik again, making sure to stay focused on the task ahead, "Okay, why don’t you pack up the directions, and I'll take the project to school tomorrow."

Malik blinked a few times, had Bakura just been staring at him? No, must be his imagination. He nodded, collecting all the paper that could be stored in his binder, and placed it in his over-stuffed binder, and then set the binder in his backpack. He collected all the stuff Bakura had brought out in his arms, and asked, "Where do these go?"

Bakura looked up from where he was rolling up their large project, and putting a rubber band around it, he said, "Just place it in the kitchen. I'll put them away later."

Malik nodded, walking into the large kitchen, and placing the supplies on the kitchen counter. He then returned to the living room, to find himself in a very awkward position…

While Malik had been putting the stuff into the kitchen, Bakura had done some quick thinking. He just couldn’t stand around and make a fool out of himself. Ever since he was a child, whatever he wanted, he would take with no questions asked and no mercy whatsoever. And thus, as the blonde had walked into the living room once again, Bakura seized his chance.

He quickly maneuvered Malik back into the walk, so the Egyptian's back was completely against the wall. He then moved forward, and pressed one hand against the wall a few inches away from Malik's head, leaning forward. A slight blush decorated Malik's cheeks, and as the blonde's mouth opened for words, Bakura quickly shut it; with his own mouth.

Taking advantage, once again, of Malik's mouth slightly parted, Bakura slipped his tongue into the other male's mouth, exploring the wet cavern for a moment before finding the other tongue in the cave. The thief's tongue slowly massaged the other's tongue with his own, hearing a moan escape Malik's mouth, causing him to smirk a bit.

Malik, on the other hand, had his eyes wide open, and was completely paralyzed at what the thief was doing right now. He had first been in a very awkward position; Bakura a little too close for comfort, although his heartbeat had sped up when the thief had done that. And then to feel warm lips on his own, and a hot tongue in his mouth, against his own as well, was more than the Egyptian could bare. His breathing soon turned into light pants, as his tongue moved slowly against Bakura's, cautiously and hesitantly.

Bakura's heartbeat raced once he felt Malik respond to what he was doing, and let a breath go that he didn’t know he had been holding. He had been so sure the blonde would end up rejecting him, seeing as it was so out of place to do this, and let alone from a thief that only moments before that day, had hated him. The thief's body moved on its own, against Malik's slightly smaller body, able to match up perfectly so their lower halves rubbed together.

Both moaned in unison, breaking the kiss, a bit of saliva still connecting their tongues, that broke as Bakura's head moved slightly farther away. The thief lay his forehead against Malik's, eyes closed in content, "Malik…" he breathed, his breathing slightly abnormal from lack of breath.

Malik was utterly surprised at his own actions, but when their lower halves had rubbed together, it had felt just so…right. That's the word, it just felt right to be like this with the thief, despite their differences, despite the hatred they had held for eachother until just recently. He moved his hips a bit, to push Bakura off, but quickly changed his mind as they rubbed together again. "Gods…" Malik moaned, his breathing hitching and becoming pants again.

Bakura's hand moved up to stroke Malik's face, the Egyptian leaning into the thief's hand, "I love you, Malik…" he said softly, breathing in the sweet scent of the male against him.

Malik's eyes widened a bit at what Bakura had said, and quickly pushed Bakura off, a very noticeable blush on his cheeks. He stayed quiet against the wall for a minute before exclaiming loudly…

"You WHAT!?"
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