Love is bitter sweet!

Disclaimer – I don’t own Yu-gi-oh




Disclaimer
– I don’t own Yu-gi-oh or the song “Don’t let go” by Bryan Adams and Sarah
McLachlan I do own the “Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron” soundtrack.

 

Blueraydragon@yahoo.co.uk

 

Genre:
Romance/angst/humour

 

Notes:
When there is a mental link say between Ryou and Bakura or Yugi and Yami, yeah
they in it to / / hikari to yami //
// yami to hikari.

 

Warning:
If you are not a major fan of Yaoi then do not read this chapter *points to her
insanity that is standing in a corner* Its all my insanity’s fault anyway!
Don’t blame me I can’t help it !

 

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Bakura also rose from the carpet
and headed for the door to let out the blonde Egyptian, “See you soon then and
hurry back”. Grinning Malik left leaving Bakura with a last parting kiss before
heading home, sighing the dark shut the door and ran a hand through his
snow-white hair. “Humph guess I got to sort myself out, 5000 yrs and the first
chance for sex runs out the door”, grumbling loudly he stomped upstairs and
slammed the bathroom door behind himself.

 

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Love
is bitter sweet!

 

Chapter Four – I want to be one with you

 

“You
are late little brother just as I knew you would be”, Isis said as Malik
entered their house.

 

He
growled back, “I know, you know everything” He headed upstairs to his room.
“I’m going to my room but there’s no point in telling you cos you already knew
that”.

 

“And
I see there is also no point in scolding you”, she answered to his comment.

 

“Humph”

 

In
his room Malik flopped down on to his bed sighing loudly, he lay there for a
moment thinking about Bakura. He shook his head and got up walked over to a
mirror hanging on a wall, Malik looked at his reflection for an Egyptian he was
pretty abnormal. Brown skin, lavender eyes, platinum blonde hair defiantly the
odd one out even among his own clan or the rest of the Egyptian people, but
even Bakura was strange when he was alive his skin is pale and his hair white
still looks the same now. A thought passed through his mind why couldn’t he be
normal and have led an ordinary life? Why was he Malik Ishtar born in to the
grave-keeper clan why? Destiny sucked. Malik balled up a fist and smashed the
mirror cracking the reflection in to a thousand pieces, making deep gashes in
his hand he grimaced at the pain.

 

“Seven
years bad luck Malik”, Isis called from downstairs.

 

“FUCK
YOU ISIS”!

 

She
made him mad he swore she did it on purpose, pulling out the millennium rod it
glowed golden and slowly healed the wounded hand. Laying back on the bed he
then used the rod to banish all the glass to the shadow realm, easier than
cleaning it all up by hand. He sighed his train of thought returning back to
Bakura, Malik smiled thinking about him always made him slightly happier and
horny. “Think ugly things, think ugly things”, his mind screamed at him. “Gah
Anzu in a bikini”! He shuddered finally got those hormones under control, Malik
stripped off his garments and threw them to the floor then slipped in to bed for
some sleep. Egyptians sleep naked? (one can only dream).

 

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Drinking
a hot cup of coffee Isis sat in their living room, a very modern room to be
exact done to Malik’s liking. Sipping the beverage she sighed for the visions
of the next few months had been showed to her, and she didn’t like what she had
been shown.

 

“Sometimes
I feel like tossing this necklace away”, Isis sighs. “Urgh I really didn’t need
to see those thank you very much, nightmares for a lifetime due to a necklace”.
She shook her head trying to clear it of those awful thoughts. “He will look
funny when he waddles home afterwards though”, she grinned to herself. “My
little brother”.

 

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Over the next several months
Bakura and Malik spent a lot of time together much to Isis’ annoyance, she felt
Bakura was a bad influence on her brother. Obviously forgot Malik could get in
to trouble on his own with out help from anyone else, he enjoyed chaos like a
certain other along with him. The terrible two now fondly named caused a lot of
grief especially for Yami one of their favourite targets, they gave hell to
poor ole Joey as well for added amusement. One night when Bakura and Malik were
alone at the spirit’s house…….

 

I
t bet believe this moment’s come

It’s
so incredible that we’re alone

There’s
so much to be said and done

It’s
impossible not be overcome

Will
you forgive me if I feel this way

Cuz
we just meet – tell me that’s OK

So
take this feeling make it grow

Never
let it go – never let it go

 

“Bakura
do you love me”? Malik asked while he was snuggled in the dark’s arms.

 

He
looked at the blonde and gave him an odd kind of smile, “Of course I do”! He
squeezed the boy in his arms a little. “Such a silly question to ask”.

 

(Don’t
let go of the things you believe in)

You
give me something that I can believe in

(Don’t
let go of this moment in time)

Go
of this moment in time

(Don’t
let go of things that you’re feeling)

I
can’t explain the things that I’m feeling

(Don’t
let go)

No,
I won’t let go

 

Malik
frowned, “No it’s not a silly question to ask, it’s perfectly reasonable”. He
snuggled in to the warm body of Bakura enjoying the feeling of being held by
loving arms. “I love you”.

 

Now
would you mind if I bared my soul

If
I came right out and said you’re beautiful

Cuz
there’s something here I can’t explain

I
feel I’m diving in to driving rain

You
get my senses running wild

I
can’t resist your sweet, sweet smile

So
take this feeling ‘n make it grow

Never
let it go – never let it go

 

Bakura
let Malik go and faced him so he could look at his face, “I have never in my
life admitted that feeling to anyone
before, but Malik you are beautiful and special to me”. He paused for a while.
“I love you and I want to spend what I have left in this world with you”.

 

“Oh
Bakura”, Malik flung his arms back round Bakura’s waist hugging tightly. Acting
like a complete girl. “Don’t ever leave me”.

 

(Don’t
let go of the things you believe in)

You
give me something that I can believe in

(Don’t
let go of this moment in time)

Go
of this moment in time

(Don’t
let go of things that you’re feeling)

I
can’t explain the things that I’m feeling

(Don’t
let go)

No,
I won’t let go

 

Pulling
away the yami eyed his lover with a hungry look, “Do you want to, you know”?

 

The
Egyptian blonde suddenly turned away a downcast expression on his face, “I’m a
virgin”.

 

“Ok
I’ll break you in easy, I’m kinda happy to be your first”, he smiled
gently. (strange I know but he’s in
love ah)

 

Bakura
gently brushed away the bangs from Malik’s features and stroked his cheek,
smiling he kissed the teen long and hard shoving his tongue in to his mouth and
once again exploring it fully. Malik gasped his eyes closed and returned the
favour trying to taste Bakura, and discovered that he was sweet like honey dew.
The dark broke off and made the other go on his hands and knees on the carpet,
confused Malik stayed there then felt Bakura behind him kneeling close pushing
his groin on to the teen’s butt. They stayed like that for a moment for the
yami groaned as he rested himself in this position, the curves of Malik’s arse
made him aroused and he stiffened in an instant. It had been so long.

 

I’ve
been waiting all my life

To
make this moment feel so right

The
feel of you just fills the night

So
c’mon – just hold on tight

 

“Take
off your pants”, commanded Bakura straightening back up. “Then get back in that
same position, I gotta get something”.

 

“Erm
ok”, Malik replied looking even more puzzled as he did as he’d been told, and
watched the tomb robber white hair streaming as he ran to the kitchen.

 

He
came back holding a bottle of cooking oil, “Lubrication”.

 

“NANI”?

 

Smirking
Bakura stripped while he spoke, “It’s your first time baka you’ll be tight,
lubrication will help dull the pain and I don’t want to hurt you that much”.

 

“Oh”.
He shuddered.

 

Kneeling
back down Bakura put a tiny amount of oil on two of his fingers, chuckling he
shoved them straight up the boy’s anus. Yelling in pain Malik saw bright lights
and colours go off in his head exploding in an instant as an odd sense of
pleasure ran through his being along with the pain, he cried out lustfully as
he came full blast releasing ecstasy. Malik slumped to the floor a wide smile
of satisfaction on his lips. Better than what he did himself.

 

Again
the spirit chuckled, “Enjoyed that didn’t you”?. A moan was all he got in
answer, Bakura grinned pleased.

 

More
oil but he didn’t shove his fingers up there, instead one finger gently rubbed
around the entrance for easy entry. Crying out again as more pain shot to
Malik’s brain, Bakura had entered his member and it hurt badly. Hushing his
cries by stroking his back Bakura waited allowing the blonde to adjust to the
width of something wider than a finger, when the whimpering had stopped he
began a slhrushrusting movement.

 

“Please
no more I can’t take it”, gasped out Malik.

 

“Yes
you can bare with it, it gets better”, Bakura purred close to his ear. “I know
it hurts it did for me my first time, but trust me it gets better”.

 

Continuing
the slow thrusting in and out the dark hoped to give a gradual rise of pleasure
along with the pain, combination of both can be very exhilarating. Malik still
cried out in agony he felt he was being torn from the inside out, but he bared
it enduring it as Bakura thrusted. The blonde began to feel something else he
let a groan escape from him, causing his lover to respond by going a bit
faster. Another moan as the pain eased and shivers ran their way over Malik’s
body, each lustful sound made Bakura speed up bit by bit. Just what he hoped
for a gradual climax increases the time of enjoyment unlike a sudden one when
its done its all over, Malik felt warm, soft yet tight the way he liked them
makes it better for him that way they both get something out of it. Closing his
eyes and grunting Bakura went even faster prodding inside tempting stimulation
he could sense the climax for both of them very near, Malik screamed out his
whole frame shuddering and tensing up coming yet again as he yelled for more it
felt good real good. Screaming himself Bakura came shortly after all his pent
up frustration ebbing away, panting he pulled out. He had forgotten how a
proper orgasm felt like. The teens slumped in a heap breathing heavily from
exertion and the joy they had experienced, no other feeling in the world can
compare to sexual ecstasy. Death of course can come joint second it has been
said death is the ultimate sexual experience, and Bakura knew this for he had
died. Still he preferred it when he made love.

 

“Bakura
that was amazing”, panted Malik.

 

Eyeing
the carpet the yami responded, “Aw fucking hell you made the carpet dirty”.

 

An
inward groan as the blonde spoke, “I’ll clean it up later”.

 

Later
through the night the pair made love in various places around the house,
eventually ending up in bed together.

 

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Waking because of a strange dream
Ryou sat up quickly in bed, sweating and gasping he turned to see Yugi by his
side. He stirred a little but at least he wasn’t awake, he smiled fondly of his
nights events with the short teen. Ryou laid back down and wrapped himself
around the naked, sleeping Yugi, he closed his eyes and drifted away in to
blissful sleep.

 

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Yay
I got reviews! If you are wondering yes Yugi and Ryou slept with each other
only I couldn’t be bothered to write it, maybe later in another chapter not thought
that far ahead yehankhanks I glad all you reviewers liked it, I try to update
as often as I can I got 2 fics on the go! I’m not used to posting stuff on here
yet still adjusting @_@ Ha Bakura is lazy ne?

 

To
be continued…….