Teenage Jail

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.

You know, this really was supposed to be a one-shot....
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"Same dances in the same old shoes;
Same habits that you just can't lose....
You're not quite lovers and you're not quite friends
After the thrill is gone.
What can you do when your dreams come true,
And it's not quite like you planned?"

-- The Eagles, "After the Thrill is Gone"

Bakura had just lifted his hand to knock again when Rishid answered the door. Bakura smiled at him. "Hello. Is Malik-kun here?"

Rishid nodded a greeting and held the door open. "Yes. Please, come in, Bakura-san."

Bakura stepped inside and toed off his shoes, hands fidgeting slightly around the video cassette in his hand. He was still a little uncomfortable in the older man's presence, but he relaxed when saw Isis going over some papers on the kitchen counter. "Hello, Isis-san!"

She blinked and looked up. "Oh, hello! How are you?"

Bakura smiled. "I'm fine. I came to see Malik-kun?"

Isis pointed to a door. "He's in there. It's nice to see you again," she added.

Bakura smiled and nodded, then walked over to Malik's bedroom. He knocked on the door and opened it. "Hi."

Malik started badly when he glimpsed Bakura's face, hands clenching around the book he'd been reading. Bakura's smile faded slightly at that, and he reached up and pulled the collar of his shirt down. "I promised, remember?" he said quietly.

Malik shook his head for a moment, and Bakura moved inside and glanced around. The room was similar to the rest of the apartment--nearly bare. There was a small bookshelf and a set of drawers on the same wall as the door, and the bedding Malik was sitting on in one corner, asidaside from that the room was empty.

Malik noticed his action. "Like I said, a lot of moving in a short amount of time." Malik smirked slightly. "It's funny--we had stone walls and gold in Egypt, and here we've got open air and rent worries."

Bakura gave him a concerned look. "I'm sorry."

"I'll take the air any day." Malik put the book down and stood up. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought that movie I told you about," Bakura answered, holding up the tape. "I tried to call, but the phone was always busy."

"Yeah, Isis is talking with a couple museum curators," Malik said. "She's been tied up all day." He stretched slightly. "So, is it really that good?"

Bakura grinned. "Yes. It's a little old, but it's still really scary."

Malik shook his head again, this time with his darker version of a smile. "You're weird." He headed back into the main room, and Bakura followed. Malik walked over to the small television set he had persuaded his sister against her better judgment to buy and turned it on, then held out his hand. Bakura gave him the video.

Isis looked up. "What are you watching?"

"Horror movie Bakura's been telling me about," Malik answered.

"Ringu," Bakura added. "Want to watch it with us?"

Isis shuddered. "No, thank you. I don't like scary things."

Malik laughed under his breath at that, but said only, "We'll keep the sound down, okay?"

"Thank you," Isis said be tur turning back to her paperwork. She lifted one sheet and showed it to Rishid, who was standing at the side of the counter perpendicular to her. "This place is very eager to have the exhibit, and they'll even pay for the shipping. But they aren't offering as much as here," she pointed at another sheet, "though if we'll have to pay for the move ourselves. What would the difference in profit be?"

Rishid took the two sheets and looked at them, before picking up a pencil and working the math out on another sheet.

Malik pressed the play button, his face expressionless. Then he sprawled out on the couch next to Bakura. The paler teen decided not to say anything.

Partly through the funeral scene, the phone rang again. Bakura hit pause in order not to interrupt Isis' conversation, and Malik looked over at him. "So, what killed her?"

Bakura gave him an admonishing look. "If I told you, it would ruin the ending!"

Malik raised an eyebrow and stared at the screen. "You mean it's supposed to be this confusing?"

Bakura shook his head. "It's not confusing; you should just pay more attention." Malik gave him a look.

"That's wonderful!" Isis exclaimed. Bakura turned around slightly and Malik leaned his head over the back of the couch to watch her. "So soon? Well, yes, I can be there in an about an hour. Could you give me the address again?" She wrote something on a slip of paper. "Thank you. I'll be there as soon as I can. Have a good day." Isis hung up the phone, a smile on her face.

Rishid looked over. "We received the bid you were hoping for?"

Isis nodded, leaving the kitchen and walking over to the closet. She looked over at Malik and Bakura. "We're going to meet with a curator--there are leftovers in the refrigerator, if I'm not back before dinner." She smiled at them as Rishid helped her into her coat. "Have a good time!"

"Goodbye!" Bakura called as the two walked out. Malik hit the play button and stared at the screen.

Bakura watched his face out of the corner of his eye for several minutes, then finally decided to speak. "It could be worse."

Malik blinked once, slowly, but didn't look at him. "And how's that?"

"Well...she could be interested in Kaiba-kun."

Malik jolted and gave him a disbelieving look. "That guy? He's a jerk! He's my age!"

Bakura nodded, but raised an eyebrow. "It's not too hard to forget that sometimes. But, see? It could be worse."

Malik snorted at that and threw his arms over the back of the couch, watching the television again.

Bakura waited for a minute, then spoke again. "Maybe it's for the best this way. I mean...well, who else is there?"

Malik frowned and looked him. "What are you talking about?"

Bakura indicated the door. "Well, your sister has so much that she could have in this world, but Rishid-san....He would have a hard time explaining those scars to anyone new. So maybe it's better like this, you know? Who else could he have if not Isis-san?"

Malik didn't respond and instead turned back to the television. Bakura did the same, but watched him carefully from the side. A moment later, Malik's shoulders hunched slightly and he pulled a leg up closer to his chest, resting his heel on the cushion.

Bakura, who had picked up some of the thief's ability to read body language, saw that his words had hit the right mark. It had taken him a long time to figure out Malik's comment that first night.

Several minutes later, Bakura felt Malik's hand slide down the sofa back and begin to twist around his hair. He bent his head forward slightly, but the hand didn't move. "Malik...."

The Egyptian tugged on a strand of his hair until Bakura turned to face him. Malik leaned forward and kissed him, and a moment later Bakura sighed and parted his lips. Malik smirked and pushed on his shoulders, and the paler teen twisted around and leaned back against the couch, pulling Malik on top of him.

Malik reached up and buried his hands in Bakura's hair, using his tongue to pry the other teenager's mouth open wider. Bakura made a muffled noise at that and tilted his head back slightly. Malik laughed at that, then moved one of his hands down Bakura's throat and over his chest, before reaching the hem of his shirt and pushing underneath it. He slid his hand back up Bakura's chest, bringing the shirt with him, and the paler teen arched his back slightly so that the fabric wouldn't bunch up.

Malik wrapped his hand around Bakura's shoulder, then abruptly pulled the two of them up into a sitting position, making Bakura blink and move back. The blond leaned over and bit his earlobe lightly, then removed his hand and climbed off of Bakura. Malik gripped his arm and pulled. "Come on."

Pushing his shirt back down out of habit, Bakura stood up and didn't blink when Malik pulled him into another kiss. Malik ran his tongue along the other teen's lower lip, and the corner of his mouth twisted up when Bakura obediently opened his mouth once more. Malik let go of his waist and slipped his fingers through the loops of Bakura's jeans, then tugged him forward.

The two of them managed to get into Malik's room without crashing into any walls or tripping each other up, and Malik let go of Bakura long enough to kick the door shut behind him. Then he frowned, realized he didn't have a definite idea how long his family would be gone, and locked it as well.

He turned around in time to see Bakura shift nervously at the sound. Malik lifted a corner of his mouth at that, and walked forward. He lifted a hand to the other teen's face, brushing his palm against Bakura's cheek before sliding back to tangle it in his hair and pull him into another kiss.

Bakura shifted, then took a step forward until he was pressed up against Malik again and wrapped his arms around the blond's waist, making sure to stay low enough that he didn't rub against the tattoos. When Malik ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth, Bakura started, and the other teenager snickered at that and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Bakura let go for a moment so that Malik could push the shirt off his shoulders, shaking his arms slightly to slide all the way off. He reached over and removed Malik's own shirt, absently making sure not to catch it on the earrings. Bakura twisted to the side to toss the shirt at the dresser, but he missed because Malik had reached out and gripped his waist, turning him around.

Malik reached down and undid Bakura's jeans, then slid his hands teasingly under the band, making the other teen murmur and instinctively arch his hips. Malik began stepping forward, and Bakura wound up stumbling across the room until he was standing in front of the wall. He blinked in confusion, but Malik was still holding his waist and pushing him, and Bakura found himself up against the plaster.

Malik let go and gripped his wrists instead, lifting them over his head and pressing them against the wall. Then the blond leaned forward and placed his moun onn one of Bakura's arms, trailing small bites along the flesh as he rocked his hips against Bakura.

Bakura leaned his forehead against the wall, trying to keep his breathing from speeding into hyperventilation. He bit down a protest at being pinned, and instead tried awkwardly to rock back.

Malik smirked predatorily at that. He let go of Bakura's wrists, and when the other teen didn't move, he slid his hands down his arms, brushing over his sides before moving to press his palms againskurakura's stomach. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the shell of Bakura's ear, then whispered, "Roll over." He sneered. "Show me your weakness again. Like you always do. You're just asking for it, if you want to have the both of us."

Bakura shuddered and closed his eyes tightly, pressing his forehead against the wall, trapped and hesitating. Then he pushed back against Malik, and the other teen stepped away just far enough for him to move. Bakura turned around, then stretched his arms up further over his head. He slid his legs slightly apart, and stood still. He wasn't able to force himself to open his eyes--knowing what he was doing was bad enough, he didn't want to see it as well.

There was a long pause, and then Malik said quietly, "You...." A hand cupped his face. "You can be so stupid. How can you trust me like that? Do you really think if you put yourself at people's mercy, they'll give it?"

You just did, Bakura thought, but he only rubbed his cheek against Malik's hand, eyes still shut.

A second later Malik grabbed one of his arms and pulled it down, and Bakura let the other one fall as well, resting his hand on the Egyptian's waist. When Malik kissed him again, Bakura slipped his tongue out and ran it over Malik's lower lip. Malik opened his mouth and Bakura slid in, echoing the way Malik had kissed him before. He moved his hand over and undid Malik's pants, slipping inside and rubbing his palm against the blond's boxers. Malik groaned and thrust against him, and Bakura coaxed Malik's tongue into hismouth, urging the other teen to take over again.

Malik shifted back, causing Bakura's hand to fall partly out of his pants, and then used his grip on the paler teen's wrist to pull him away from the wall. Malik turned the two of them around slightly, then walked over to the bedding. He tugged downward on Bakura's wrist, and the other teen stopped kissing him and sat down.

Malik followed, pushing on one of Bakura's shoulders so that the paler teen twisted around and leaned back against the bedspread. Malik threw a leg over his waist and slid down to straddle his hips, rocking harshly against him even as he kissed Bakura again and forced his mouth open.

Bakura moaned at the action and pushed up against him, trying to get more pressure in the right area. He reached down and tugged at the first pair of pants he could reach. Malik planted his hands on Bakura's abdomen and sat back at that, then ground down against the other teen, drawing a hiss from himself and making Bakura cry out.

Malik pushed himself up onto his knees, and then stood. Bakura gave him a confused look, but the darker teen moved over to the dresser, wrenching one of the drawers open and shifting things around in it. He accidentally knocked a pair of socks to the floor before finding what he was looking for and turning back to the bedding, where he shoved off his pants and socks, tossed the small tube onto the blanket, and proceeded to drape himself over Bakura again.

Bakura moaned in the back of his throat when he felt Malik's hands peel his jeans away. Malik pressed his lips to Bakura's neck, licking the hollow of his throat as he pushed the jeans down and trailed his fingers over the paler teen's skin. Panting, Bakura lifted his hips to make it easier for Malik to the remove the fabric. He bit down on his lip when Malik, having pushed the remaining clothing to the side, began brushing his mouth back up the inside of Bakura's leg.

Malik flicked his gaze up with a smirk, then pressed his tongue to the base of Bakura's erection and licked up to the tip, laughing when the other teen cried out and bucked upwards. Malik crawled back up to kiss Bakura again, rubbing their erections together and grinning as Bakura made an insistent noise and caught his arm.

Malik groped for the tube, found it, and pushed it into the hand that wasn't currently in a death-grip around his arm. He pulled back enough to say against Bakura's lips, "Put it on for me."

Bakura glanced at him for a second, and Malik gave him an encouraging look through half-lidded eyes. Then he pushed himself up enough that there was room for the paler teen to unscrew the cap.

Bakura squeezeme ome of the lube into his palm, then put the tube on the floor and rubbed his hands together. Then he reached out and wrapped his hands around Malik, making the darker teen hiss and jerk in his palms. Bakura continued to stroke him until he felt Malik shift and grip his legs, pushing them up. Then Bakura dropped his hands, unconsciously tightening them around the blanket.

Malik caught the action out of the corner of his eye, and looked up at him. "Do you want me to...." He made a little hand motion.

Bakura swallowed and nodded, hands still clenched in the bed spread.

Malik paused, then leaned forward and kissed the corner of Bakura's mouth, prying his hands away from the blanket as he did so. "Don't worry. I....I'm sorry. It's not supposed to hurt."

Bakura bit down on his lip with a still slightly apprehensive look, and Malik reached over and picked up the tube again. He smeared more lube on his fingers, then moved down a little and rubbed the ring of muscles, making Bakura twist against the blanket. Malik slipped one finger in carefully, listening to Bakura's smothered whimper. The darker teen leaned down and pressed open-mouthed kisses along Bakura's abdomen, feeling the muscles clenching under his touch.

Bakura tensed up when he slid another finger in, and so Malik sat back up and wrapped a hand around the other teen's erection, stroking him. "It's okay," he said. "I won't hurt you."

Bakura opened his eyes a moment later and looked up at him. "Okay."

Malik shifted around so that he was between Bakura's legs again, and guided himself to the right spot. "Relax, okay?" he said, and when Bakura did Malik pressed inside.

Bakura's breath hitched, and one of his hands wrapped around Malik's forearm. The darker teen glanced up at him, but seeing no problem, kept moving forward.

He was about halfway in when the hand on his arm tightened almost painfully. Malik shifted his angle downward slightly, remembering that that had been all he needed, and pushed the rest of the way in.

The hand was still gripping him though, so Malik shifted his free arm and leaned on his elbow, reaching up to rub Bakura's face. "Is it really not as easy for you?" he asked.

Bakura shook his head briefly. "I--it....I'm sorry, I'll be okay in a minute, but please just wait a little. Please, I'll be fine th--"

Malik cut him off with a soft kiss. "It's okay." He shifted his hips and clenched one hand in the blanket, pushing down the urge to keep moving. He wasn't like the Ring spirit, and he wouldn't hurt Bakura this time. "Just tell me when. And don't push yourself too soon. It's supposed to feel good, remember?"

Bakura swallowed again and nodded, then tilted his head up slightly to kiss Malik again.

A little while later, Malik rocked his hips again, and Bakura pushed back against him. Malik pulled back and pushed carefully into him again, watching Bakura's face. When the other teenager only gave him an encouraging murmur, Malik looked harder to make sure he wasn't acting again, and then began moving in a slow rhythm.

Bakura shifted bed began rocking back against him, one of his hands gripping Malik's waist. It was close enough to the tattoos that the darker teen tensed, but he didn't push the hand away. Instead, Malik let his head fall to Bakura's shoulder, nipping at the skin there and causing Bakura to thrust up against him in an attempt to get more friction on his erection.

Malik began speeding up, reaching a hand down and lifting Bakura's hip slightly. Bakura curled his back up to give Malik a deeper angle, and then pushed back suddenly, causing Malik to bite down hard on his shoulder. Bakura yelped, and Malik licked the damaged skin in apology.

Feeling Malik's pace start to get more awkward, Bakura clenched his muscles down the next time Malik pressed into him, drawing a ragged groan from the other teen's throat. Bakura reached down and started rubbing himself, trying to keep enough focus on doing the things that made Malik move against him more enthusiastically.

The darker teen jerked and stilled a second later, and Bakura arched his back slightly at the feeling of warmth that suddenly spread through him. He hissed a moment later when Malik sank on top of him, trapping his erection awkwardly. Bakura pushed up against him, and a moment later Malik rolled to the side and wrapped a hand around him, stroking lazily.

Bakura let his own hand fall down to the blanket, but thrust up against Malik, trying to get more force behind the blond's movements. "Malik, harder! Please, that isn't...."

Malik laughed under his breath at that, but shifted over to kiss him and began moving with quicker strokes. A few moments later, he caught Bakura's wordless cry in his mouth as fluid spilled over his hand. Malik wiped it off on the blanket and made a vague mental note to throw everything in the wash before Isis came home.

Beside him, Bakura twisted his head slightly until he'd made the pillow more comfortable, and then closed his eyes and relaxed. He reached up and started playing with a strand of Malik's hair.

Bakura wondered if he should have mentioned the other reason that Isis and Rishid were turning to each other, and then decided against it. He'd been playing on Malik's fear of being left alone, and to tell him that his sister and adopted brother had no choice but to love each other because there was no way they could remain close to Malik otherwise would have gone against his efforts.

He was surprised that the Egyptian hadn't realized the same thing on his own. After all, Malik had an ability to draw people to him, even without and apparently before the Sennen Rod, and he did not easily let them go. What else were Rishid and Isis to do? They didn't have the practice at it like he did.

It was okay, though, Bakura thought to himself as he settled back into the pillow and waited for Malik to fall asleep. He was used to it. Amane had chosen him to be her best friend no matter what, and the Ring had chosen him to be a host and a front, and Malik had chosen him to be his escape. And they all wanted Bakura to be that for always.

Which he could do. So he only needed to give himself out to a few more people, and then he would finally have pushed himself too far--and then that would be it, and he wouldn't have to be anything to anyone ever again.

Malik had finally fallen asleep, so Bakura carefully slid away from him and crawled off of the bedding. He turned around and gently shifted Malik's arms so that the tattoos on his back were stretched as smooth as skin could be. Then he moved over to the spot on the floor where his jeans lay and reached in the pocket.

Bakura pulled out a pencil and piece of paper, then reached over and picked up the book from the floor. He moved back over to the bed and sat down in a spot where he could see Malik's back clearly, then began copying the marks. The thief had told him that the decorative amun symbol and ankh didn't matter and to just sketch the areas they were in, and that he could just draw the god cards as squares and label which one was which, but every hieroglyph had to be perfect.

It took him over an hour to copy all of the marks, and Bakura spent each minute afraid that Malik would wake up. He almost sighed out loud in relief when he finished, but caught himself and instead folded the paper carefully. He moved over to his jeans again and put it and the pencil back, then set the book down quietly where it had been.

Then Bakura smiled slightly and slid back carefully into the place he had been laying earlier, remembering to reach up and twist his fingers around a strand of Malik's hair again.

If he had looked over, he would have seen that the Egyptian's eyes were open.


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