A Long Long Night

Tangerine: Thank you ^.^ I completely agree. There is simply not enough Bakura/Malik fiction. Ah. Life is unfair. Anyway, as per request here is some more.

Heidlebergchick: Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I suppose that if Marik had been there there would have been a lot more cleaning up to do. :)

Part 4:

Malik attempted to sulk while Bakura pushed him into the shower. He crossed his arms on his chest and stood, while the thief turned on the water and started looking around for the shampoo.

“It’s too cold!” grumbled the Egyptian angrily; he was beginning to shake.

“It’ll warm up,” replied Bakura, grabbing a bottle. Malik eyed it suspiciously.

“I don’t use that shampoo,” he said stubbornly.

Bakura looked at him with a grin beginning to spread itself on his face. He grabbed Malik around the waist, pulling him out of the shower and slinging him over his shoulder.

“Hey!” The teen struggled in Bakura’s grasp. “Let go of me! What are you doing?”

“Getting your shampoo,” replied the thief matter-of-factly, opening the door. Malik yelped.

“W-what?” He grabbed the door and pulled it shut. “Bakura, you fool, you can’t just walk out naked into the corridor! You’re supposed to be out cold, for Ra’s sake!”

Bakura smirked, loving Malik’s angry outburst. “I thought you couldn’t use my shampoo?” He raised a perfect eyebrow. Malik scowled.

“Fine,” said Bakura, walking back to the bathroom. The shower was still running, sending steam out around the room. “The water will be warm now.” He dumped Malik into the shower, laughing as the Egyptian nearly fell over.

“Fuck you, Bakura,” he snarled, grabbing onto the shower for support.

“I’m afraid not,” said Bakura, stepping in the shower behind him.


Malik felt himself being encircled in strong arms. He tried to shake them off but Bakura wouldn’t let go. It was difficult maintaining his angry demeanour as the thief began to bite his neck.

“I can’t believe how fucking grumpy you are,” said Bakura in delight, between nipping at Malik’s neck.

The golden haired teen gave a moan as Bakura bit a sensitive spot just under his jaw. Sulking was definitely becoming very difficult. He felt something cool settle in his hair.

“Shut your eyes or you’ll go blind,” said Bakura, gently beginning to massage the shampoo into Malik’s hair.

“It’s going to completely defy gravity,” whined Malik.

“I don’t care,” replied Bakura. “Now shut up or I’ll pour shampoo in your mouth.”
Malik decided to keep quiet.

“Wise move,” growled Bakura. He wasn’t quite sure why he decided to wash the Egyptian, but he was not regretting a single minute of it. Malik was keeping as still as possible while Bakura could explore every part of his body, smiling at the other’s discomfort.


Malik wasn’t happy. He couldn’t open his eyes because of the shampoo, but he was not pleased about being completely blind to what Bakura was doing, especially when he felt a hand pass his hip and run down his inner thigh. He yelped jumping back into Bakura who laughed.

“What’s up, Ishtar? Is the water too hot?”

“No. You’re what’s up!” spat Malik, instantly regretting his outburst as suddenly two wet fingers slipped into his mouth, holding down his tongue.

“I already know that,” said Bakura, smirking. “What did I tell you about talking?” He wriggled his finger’s about in Malik’s mouth. At this point Malik decided to bite. To his dismay, Bakura leant over to his ear.

“Mmm. Do that again.” He forced Malik’s head around to bring him into a hungry kiss, using his fingers to open the Egyptian’s mouth.

“’A-g-u-a e-t o-g –e!” shouted Malik, his mouth full of Bakura’s tongue. To his surprise, Bakura withdrew.

“What did you say? I didn’t hear properly; your mouth was full.”

At this Malik turned around and opened his eyes despite the shampoo, although it would have probably washed out by now. He grabbed the rest of the bottle and poured the whole contents over Bakura’s head.

“That’s it, you thieving bastard. I’M washing YOU!”

His hair was standing on end. Malik sat on the bed with a towel wrapped around his naked form. His hair was beginning to dry and he could see in the far mirror that bits were standing up like kitten fluff. He watched as Bakura cleaned up the floor of all evidence of the night before and went to the fridge to look for something to eat.

“Fuck. There’s no food in this place,” complained the thief, walking over to Malik and sitting down next to him.

“Well, you are supposed to be in a coma or something,” replied the Egyptian unsympathetically. He was beginning to look like an electrocuted hamster. In addition, his back itched, he had cramp in his shoulder, and his arse still ached. Bakura had a lot to answer for.

“Stop sulking.” Bakura put on his trousers, passed Malik his clothes and fell back on the bed.

Malik glared at the thief before grabbing his clothes and angrily standing up. He immediately regretted the sudden movement and seethed at Bakura’s laughter. He discarded the towel, throwing it at Bakura, not really caring that he was completely naked. He put on his trousers, but paused when in came to his shirt. His back was still raw and even though it had been washed it was probably still bleeding. He did not want to get blood on his clothes.

-Bastard, Bakura!-

Bakura tossed the towel on the floor and, noticing Malik’s hesitation, reluctantly sat up.

“There could be a bit of a difficulty due to us using up all the bandages last night.”

Malik shot him a look.

-When’s he going to learn that it just makes him look bloody sexy?- wondered Bakura.

“Don’t look at me as if it was my fault. It was you that got them out in the first place,” he said evenly. Obviously Malik couldn’t come up with a response as he stalked over to the bed and sat down.

“This is so unfair!” he complained, running a hand through his hair.

“Mmm?” Bakura looked at him questioningly, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m in the same room as a complete nutcase,” grumbled Malik.

“Hey, watch who you call a nutcase,” growled Bakura. “At least I’m not taking over the minds of every person I come across so that I can hatch some plan to kill the pharaoh.” He gave Malik a sidelong glance. “You do want to KILL the pharaoh, right?” Malik ignored him.

“Well you’re a kleptomaniac of shiny objects!” retorted Malik.

“I bloody well am not!” Bakura grimaced. “Alright. It does look that way I suppose. But I’m still not a fucking kleptomaniac!” Malik cocked his head.

“You follow people round, duel them into submission and steal their stuff.”

“Well you stick people under suspended metal containers so their friends will duel each other in order to do fuck knows what. I think when you look at it like that, stealing something is pretty goddamn normal!” Bakura replied.

“Look, that was one time.” The Egyptian rolled his eyes. “Anyway, I came here to ask you how the hell you think you’re going to uphold your end of the deal by duelling Yugi and getting me the God Cards I require?”

Bakura closed his eyes and took a frustrated breath. “Well I think it’s bloody obvious that I’m not going to be able to uphold my end of the bargain, Malik.”

Malik leant back on his arms. This was it. He was on his own. There was no way the thief could duel Yugi again. He heard Bakura give a sigh.


“So what’s so unfair?”

“Huh?” Malik turned to look at the thief. His eyes were still closed and he suddenly looked really tired. Suddenly Malik realised they hadn’t actually had all that much sleep.

“Let me guess. It’s not going your way? Your little plan slowly falling apart?”

“You want to know why it’s unfair? I came here to have a civil discussion but instead I got cut up, bitten, tied up and fucked by a five thousand year old spirit who’s absolutely fucking insane!” replied Malik angrily.

“Strange. Because at the time I could bloody swear that you sounded like you were enjoying yourself.” Bakura opened one eye. “You know what your problem is, Malik?” Bakura sat up and grabbed a handful of Malik’s hair, forcing the teen to look at him. “You’re just angry because you messed up your pretty little hair.”

Malik’s hand came round, punching Bakura straight in the stomach. As Malik swung again a strong hand caught his arm, pushing him down on the bed.

“Don’t be so angry. It’s true, isn’t it?” smirked Bakura, straddling him. “That really hurt, you know,” he said dejectedly. “You’re going to have to bloody learn that not everything is in your… control.”

With that he took Malik’s other arm and brought both over his head, pinning him to the bed.

“For example: Now you don’t control anything,” grinned Bakura. Malik glared and tried to wriggle out form under the thief.

“Ah. That’s good,” said Bakura approvingly. Malik immediately stopped. “Let me tell you a secret.” Bakura bent down, nipping Malik’s ear. “You’re not the only one with a fucked up tragedy staring you in the back. And it happened because other people had more power and you couldn’t do a fucking thing.”

Suddenly Bakura got of and rolled onto his back. “Whining about how unfair life is for fools. You have to learn to get what you want before anyone else can.” He closed his eyes suddenly too tired. Perhaps thinking back about the past was getting to him. He grimaced.


Malik was breathing heavily. He was confused. One minute he thought Bakura was going to beat the crap out of him, then he was kissing him and now he was asleep.

–What the hell is up with that guy?- He shook his head. –What’s going on with me? Why am I getting up and straddling him?-


Bakura opened his eyes as he felt a weight descend on his stomach. Before he could say anything, Malik bent down and licked the thief’s lips as if asking for permission. Bakura obliged by parting them and letting Malik’s tongue slip inside his mouth. He waited tolerantly while the Egyptian explored his mouth but soon got impatient and bit Malik’s tongue.

The other yelped and drew back, Bakura following him and immediately stealing into Malik’s mouth. With an expert movement he rolled both himself and Malik over so that he was comfortably on top in between Malik’s legs. He quite liked this position.

“What do you think you were doing?” asked Bakura, breaking the kiss.

“Taking your advice,” replied Malik easily.

“Well don’t bloody well try it on me, Ishtar. You’re my bitch, remember?” growled Bakura.

“Really?” Malik raised an offended eyebrow.

“Really, really,” drawled Bakura in a sweet voice, and bit one of Malik’s nipples. “Aren’t you going to ask me to prove it?” he asked when Malik whimpered.

“I don’t want to give you any more excuses to fuck me,” said Malik calmly. Suddenly he cried out as Bakura’s hand snaked down his pants.

“Mmm, Malik, I don’t need an excuse,” replied the thief evilly and started to move his hand. Malik moaned.

“Bakura, ah, stop,” Malik breathed, unable to control the shivers that were going up his body.

“No,” grinned Bakura, unzipping Malik’s trousers.

“Damn you! I just got dre-aaa!” Malik cried out as Bakura took his length in his mouth. The heat around his cock nearly made Malik lose control and give in. He whimpered as the thief gave it a thoughtful lick and sat back.

“You’ll just have to get dressed twice in one day then,” he said, and pulled off the Egyptian’s clothes. His own followed them to the floor.

“Not again,” Malik complained. “Bakura, my arse still aches from last time. You’re not fucking doing that to me again!” He tried to roll away from under the thief but the other pinned him down with his whole body.

“You’ll find that I am. And like last time you’re going to be screaming out my name like it’s the only thing that matters in this world. Why resist that pleasure?” he smirked, running a hand down Malik’s face.

The Egyptian tried to turn his head away from the touch. Having Bakura practically lying on top of him was amazing, but this was not what he needed, damn it! His body, though, was thinking otherwise. Bakura’s hand slipped under his chin, making him face the thief.

“Bakura, don’t,” said Malik quietly, with hardly any conviction in his words.

The thief bit his lip, demanding entrance. Malik slightly parted his lips and the thief’s tongue easily slipped in. It was no use resisting as he fought past Malik’s tongue, tasting every bit of him. When they had run out of air Bakura reluctantly pulled back.

“Why did you sit on me while I was trying to sleep if you didn’t want this?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” Malik turned away.

“You enjoy it, don’t fucking deny it,” said the thief, turning Malik’s head back.

“I don’t know, okay?” The Egyptian shut his eyes.

“I’ll tell you then,” said Bakura, licking Malik’s jaw. “It's because you want this. Go on, admit that you want it,” he said, biting Malik’s chin.

“No.” Malik opened his eyes and glared at the thief. “I don’t want to be fucked!” His eyes widened as Bakura’s hand suddenly produced the knife from last night. He pressed the blade down on Malik’s neck so that it was biting into his flesh. The Egyptian shivered.

“Go on, Ishtar. I’m listening,” grinned Bakura.

“Fuck you-” Malik gasped as the blade bit in further. “Fine! I love every fucking bit of it. Satisfied?” He rolled his eyes.

“No.” Bakura got up so that he was sitting in his original position again, meanwhile running the knife down the Egyptian’s flesh, leaving a red line in its wake. Malik gritted his teeth and arched his back.

“Why? I said what you wanted, you bastard!” he gasped.

“Not convincing enough, Ishtar!” smirked Bakura.

“What?!” Malik suddenly screamed as the thief made a deeper cut across his belly. The thief bent down and licked off the red liquid that began to form.

“Convince me.”


Malik opened his mouth in shock. Why was this maniac doing this to him? He felt heat rise in his face as he tried to form the words which were perilously close to the truth.

“Gods help me!” he whispered. “You’re right, Bakura. I fucking love it. I love you inside of me and I want more!” he breathed, fuming in humiliation. Strangely, the words he had just said were making shivers run down his spine.


Bakura revelled in the Egyptian’s earnest confession. This was proving to be so much bloody fun.

“Good tomb keeper,” he said, smiling. “What would you like me to do then?”

-Go to hell,- thought Malik. “Fuck me,” he said through gritted teeth. It truth his body was aching for it, but he wasn’t about to admit that.

“How?” The thief was unrelenting. Malik’s nerves snapped.

“You take a cock, then you lubricate it, then you stick it in the arse, then you fuck! IS THAT CLEAR YOU ARSEHOLE!?”

“Oh yes. Very clear, Malik.” Bakura was grinning too much. “Right. Let’s see what we can do. Hmm. Take a cock. I’ll use mine,” he grinned, getting up and moving so that he was straddling Malik’s chest. “Now, lubricate it.”

“What?” Malik glared up at Bakura.

“That wasn’t a suggestion Malik. Either you do the honours or I’ll fuck you dry. And I don’t really want you to be whining about how your arse hurts, so suck my cock.”

“Do it yourself!” the Egyptian pouted.

“Fine!” Malik looked up in surprise, suddenly Bakura grabbed his jaw painfully squeezing it so that his mouth was prised open. “No biting!” With this the thief let himself into the other’s mouth.


Malik thought of biting but reconsidered. Bakura wasn’t a very stable person. Instead he let Bakura immerse himself to his contentment, promising himself that he would one day pay dearly for this. Abruptly the thief withdrew.

“Thank you very much. Now the next step… Ah yes, ‘stick it in the arse’, okay.”

Apparently working something out, Bakura got up and moved back between Malik’s legs.

“Hmm, ok. This is bloody difficult. Any hints Malik?”

The Egyptian stayed silent, reluctant to open his mouth.

“Fine. I guess I’ll have to make it up as I go along.” Swiftly Bakura grabbed Malik’s thighs and threw his legs over his shoulders. He placed himself against Malik’s entrance.

“Hey, Ishtar!”

“What?” Malik asked reluctantly.

“You’re going to fucking regret not adding any preparation into your instructions,” laughed Bakura and thrust in almost to the hilt.


Malik screamed. This was beyond painful. It was impossible to feel this much pain. Perhaps if he hadn’t been thus invaded a few hours before, and perhaps if Bakura had prepared him for it, and probably if better lube, especially better lube, was used, he would have been fine. Unfortunately, this was not so, and Bakura had just forced himself mercilessly into the Egyptian’s already sore arse. Beyond the excruciating pain, Malik could begin to feel the now familiar sensation of his own blood lubricating the passage.

“You-“ Malik breathed.


Bakura looked down at Malik. The teen was panting his face creased up in pain. He experimentally thrust in further and was rewarded with a weak cry.

–Hmm, perhaps I was a bit too harsh.-

Bakura withdrew a little, watching Malik wince. He slightly repositioned himself and moved his hips, shoving himself in, causing him to hit Malik’s prostate. The Egyptian cried out again, tears forming in his eyes, but as he was assaulted by his senses he also arched his back. The thief moved again, repeating the action. This time Malik’s expression was less pained.

“Do you want me to do that again?” Bakura asked evilly.

Malik rolled his head up to look at his tormentor. He gave sigh. “I can hardly stop you.” The Egyptian took a breath. “Goddamn it Bakura, just fuck me already!”

Bakura did so eagerly. Soon Malik’s gasps of pain were mixed in with moans of pleasure. Bakura, though, made sure that the small painful sounds escaping Malik’s lips didn’t disappear. He moved sharply, making the other cry out and tense. Bakura bent down and kissed Malik on the mouth.

“You’re so hot, Malik.”

The teen whimpered into his mouth as Bakura caused another shiver of pain and pleasure pass through his spine and into his cock. The thief felt fucking good inside him now that the sharp daggers of pain had stopped punching through his senses so much.

“Bakura- Ah- You feel good,” he moaned, encouraging the thief on as he felt himself grow closer to his climax.

Bakura, though, didn’t need encouragement as he increased his tempo so close to orgasm. He felt Malik’s muscles tense and his own body spasm.

“MINE, MALIK!” he cried as he exploded inside the Egyptian.

“Like… hell… BAKURA!” Malik followed him over the edge.


They lay silently, breathing heavily. Bakura broke the stillness.

“Told you, you loved it.” He gave a satisfied smirk.

Malik shifted himself up on his elbows and looked around. His stomach and sheets around him were covered in his own cum. He also suspected that there was going to be blood on the sheets.

“Shut up, Bakura. Be useful; pick me up and take me to the shower.”