Of the Sun and Moon

I’ve never had such an easy time getting someone to go to the amusement park with me. It’s a bit of a drive, anyway. I figured he didn’t get to go on many rides with his busy schedule, and I myself haven’t been in forever.

We’re as small children as we drag each other on ride after ride, each one more exhilarating than the one before. The day begins to ebb into evening, and Malik’s fabled Re begins his journey into the Underworld. Exhausted, we agree that we can’t bare one more wild ride. But a Ferris wheel ride… that’s a different story.

It takes us up into the darkening sky, and I suddenly feel so very despondent. He notices and puts his hand on mine, which is holding tightly to the bar in front of me.

“Bakura…?” he asks in a gentle, soft voice. “What’s wrong…?”

“The day just went by too fast… that’s all…” I try to smile at him, but it only makes the tears swelling up in my eyes worse.

“Yes… yes, it did.” We go silent again, but his hand remains on mine.

“I wish you didn’t have to go…” My arms wrap around him on their own. I’m embaracing myself, but I don’t care. After tonight, he’ll be gone…

“Me, too,” he whispers, holding me tight in return. How strange for him to return my show of emotions. Does he feel the way I do…? Or is he just humouring me? But the question that’s really burning in my mind is how I could’ve fallen for him in only two days. Such a small amount of time… We barely know each other, really. No, there’s no way he could feel the same. In his mind he’s losing a good friend… but I’m losing my first love.

~~~~~

It’s strange. I travel all over the world, and no one really peaked my interest until I came here. Now this boy… What is it about him that makes him so different from everyone else? I can’t figure it out, and the harder I try to figure it out, the more distant any real answer seems. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to understand.

It’s the drive home, and he sits opposite me in the limo. He fell asleep some ten miles back, and his head lulls from side to side every now and then with the movement of the car. He’s going to end up with a sore neck…

There’s enough room for me to kneel between the seats, which I do, and unfasten his seat belt. Careful to not wake him, I slip one hand against the side of his neck for support and place the other against his shoulder. I guide his body to lie down on the long seat, then study his sleeping face. So innocent… So beautiful… I brush a rogue lock of white from his eyes slowly, letting my fingertips linger against the softness of his pale face.

I’m not. I’m not in love. It’s just that he’s beautiful, that’s all. And fun. And nice. And innocent. And gentle. And perfect in every way.

Why would I love someone just for that…?

~~~~~

I feel a hand on my shoulder and open my tired eyes. It’s Malik. We’re at his ship. But why…? I thought he was going to take me home?

“I have something for you,” he offers softly, backing out of the limo and holding a hand out to me. I force myself into full alert, rubbing my eyes before following him. Up the stairs we go, and he guides me to what appears to be his bedroom. I just stand in silence, watching idly as he rustles through his things for something. “Here it is,” he says, picking up some device and giving it a looking over.

“What is it?”

“There’s a security device on this ship. We carry a lot of priceless artifacts, so if it’s ever stolen… Well, this screen monitors where the ship is at all times. There’s one just like it back in Egypt, with my family. They use it to track my progress… and also because it would be stupid to put the only monitor on the ship that could very well be stolen.” He smiles at me and hands it over. “See the dot there…? That’s it.”

“I don’t understand… Why would you give me this…?” I ask, analyzing it.

“Well… I just figured… I have to visit every once in a while to check on the exhibits in the museum here… and to study new ones that others donate… And I thought if-“ He stops and looks down, searching for words he probably won’t be able to find.

“I’ll watch for your return.” His eyes dart up at me and he smiles, thankful that I saved him from whatever it was he was trying to get out. “Thank you, Malik…” I step forward and wrap my arms around his neck, giving him a grateful hug. But I can’t let him go. I try, but it makes me want to cry. This is it… This is the last time I’ll see him in who knows how long… He returns the hug, though.

“Bakura…” he whispers into my hair, then pulls me back a little. I stare into those mysterious violet eyes, letting him study me. His intense gaze makes me blush, but I force myself to stare right back. He seems to be debating something. What could be so pressing…?

~~~~~

I know he has feelings for me. But how deeply do they run? And how deeply do my own for him go? Could I love him? Do I already? I’m so confused… I just need a little more time… but it’s time I don’t have. So I stare at him, searching for answers.

As soon as that blush rises into his cheeks, I know. Still holding him to me, I close my eyes and put the side of my face to his, feeling how deceptively warm he is. With that pale skin, he should be like ice… But no, he’s warm… burning, really. I breathe in and catch the fragrance from his hair, not the scent of shampoo, but the natural scent of him. It’s still such a sweet smell…

I can practically hear his heart thudding in his chest, and I definitely feel it against mine. His shaky breath against my ear, he leans into me and sighs. Poor Bakura… And poor me… I pull back and look at him, the habit to brush the hair from his face manifesting itself again. Throwing away my last shred of doubt, I lay my hand along his jaw line and kiss him.

~~~~~

Shock. I’m in shock. No, this is a dream… yes, I’m still asleep in the car… I gasp and pull my lips from his, eyes wide with disbelief. He seems pretty shocked, too, but probably just at my jerk back. This is the part that I should wake up…

Nothing.

I’m still here, standing in his arms… so close to him… If it’s a dream, it’s a realistic one. I let my eyes soften and press against him again, showing him that I’m alright, now. He moves in slowly, making me surrender to his kiss. No, this is not a dream… I must’ve died, because this feels so much more like heaven.

~~~~~

When he jumped and abruptly ended the kiss, I thought I’d misread him… But now I see that it was only his surprise. He melts back against me and offers his lips again. How could I refuse? I tighten my hold and press my lips against his, savouring how soft and warm they are, and the subtle way they press back against mine.

We both stand here, giving each other several small, soft kisses. And of course I’m thinking about more… I lick at his lips, coercing them to part so I can taste him. It doesn’t take much effort; he’s very willing to give me this privilege. My tongue glides into his mouth and he moans.

I want him… I want him so badly…

When did this sudden shift in my life happen?

~~~~~

If there’s something better than heaven, that’s where I am. Malik tastes wonderful, and he’s so very gentle. As soon as his tongue came into my mouth, I began thinking about more intimate things. My arousal has to be obvious to him. Such a terrible little automated response to such a beautiful and soft gesture of affection… But I can already feel my lower regions pulsing with the desire to be touched, caressed, and released of need. I’ve never been this physically attracted to anyone in my entire life…

~~~~~

His responses are wonderful. I feel how hot he is, and if I’m not mistaken I feel something hard pressing against me from beneath his clothes. Our kissing deepens. As I finally pull back, his arms tighten around my neck, as if he’s afraid I’ll leave him. I let my arms release him, but slide my hands around his waist and up his chest. The blue jacket is buttoned up clear to the neck… a burden I feel obligated to relieve him of. I work the first button free, staring into his eyes. He just gasps and lets his hold relax, placing the monitor I gave him down on the dresser and letting his own hands slide down to rest on my partially nude shoulders now.

I undo the second button… the third… The white shirt underneath I don’t even touch until the jacket is open, showing the outline of his slender form and letting my imagination run wild. First button… second button… third… fourth… As my fingers continue down, I lean in and kiss him again. He’s more eager, now. And yes, what I felt earlier was definitely his arousal. My own hardening accelerates at that thought. With the last button on the shirt unfastened, I withdraw from his mouth.

The look on his face only makes me want him more. He’s drugged with need, but apparently embaraced by it from his blushing. I return my hands to the top of his shirt and jacket, pushing them down his arms to almost the elbow. The smooth, white flesh beneath is revealed, and I have to stare and be in awe of it, marveling at the contrast between his pale skin and my tan fingers as they sweep over the softness of it. No, definitely not cold… I caress his chest, coming across a pale pink nipple and rubbing it gently with my thumb. Bakura gasps, his body arching a bit in reflex.

My head bends in to his neck and my lips meet his skin. A softer gasp rises from him and he lets his head fall back. The grip on my shoulders begins to loosen, and one of his hands slips further down my bare arm. My mouth moves lower, finding his collarbone and following it to the smooth curve of his shoulder. I move my attentions to his chest, kissing randomly until I happen upon the very same nipple I teased earlier. I put a kiss there, noticing how his breath catches. My lips part around it and I breath, the heat making him gasp. I’m not sure that he’s even thinking, anymore. It could all be physical responses, his mind far away from this situation.

But he’s the one that hugged me on the ride. And he’s the one that hugged me here just a few minutes ago. And I’m beginning to think that he really was staring at me in the shower. I think he knows what he’s getting himself into…

I just hope I do.

As the tip of my tongue touches his nipple he shivers, and finally I drive a moan out of him with a slow, gentle lick. Fingers gently snake into my hair. I lick at the tender skin a few more times, then let my teeth capture the hardening nub. The moan that follows is more of a whimper, and I suckle at the sensitive bit of flesh until he yells out.

I leave the tortured nipple and raise my head, noting the tears in his eyes. I’m not sure, but it’s probably just from the pleasure. Putting my arms around him again, I kiss him and pull him towards the bed. The jacket and shirt, still hanging loosely on his arms, I tug at. They are removed and dropped with a careless shrug before I push him onto the bed. The jolt is enough to break the kiss, but I occupy my mouth with his chest and stomach, kissing and licking with a slow hunger. I caress his recently freed arms with my hands, making sure not to neglect any piece of his beauty.

As soon as I descend to his pants, I sit up between his legs on my knees. He looks up at me in wonder, but the wonder turns into a lustier expression as I remove my own shirt. My lips return to his abdomen, but my fingers find the button and zipper of his pants so that this time I can broaden my exploration.

~~~~~

I’m so dizzy… His mouth is so wonderful… I feel the tightness of my pants become looser and looser, and then finally diminish to nothing. The material slides down my legs, and I feel the removal of shoes, then the rest of my clothes. Completely naked… I’m completely naked on his bed… And those are his hands running up my legs… on my hips…

“Oh, God…!” I whimper, my eyes shutting tight. The next sensation is his hot breath along my inner thigh, his hands settling into a repetitive caress of my hips and the slight slope of my waist. His lips meet the sensitive skin, and although it tickles more than anything, it’s definitely a pleasurable tickle. He moves higher, but his lips don’t completely leave. The result is a caress of his lips between each kiss, and each kiss is placed higher and higher, until finally he lays one right beside where my intimate parts join my body. Nothing has ever felt so erotic in my entire life…

But it’s still torture. Especially as he withdraws to his knees, again. My entire face must be flame-red. Here I am, sprawled out on his bed, desperately in need… and he just stares down at me, letting his eyes wander over every part of me. His eyes linger in certain areas, and I catch a faint smile when they do so. It only makes my face grow hotter, but I still don’t move.

As he returns his gaze to my face, he gives me a smile and begins unfastening his own pants. He slides them down over his hips, taking boxers with them as he reveals himself to me. The rigid arousal, almost as dark as the rest of his skin, is nested in a slight mass of white hair. It’s only natural that I stare. Why haven’t I wondered about that…? But it doesn’t matter, now.

He flips around on the bed and pulls me onto him upside down. I’m stunned, but pull myself onto my hands and knees, looking down between my legs just in time to see his tongue give the sensitive skin covering my testicles a slow, wet lick. I yank my head back up and bite my lip, stifling a gasp before it can get loose. How can he do so little and get so much of a reaction out of me?

But his mouth isn’t finished. His lips continue to kiss and tease that sensitive skin, and then I feel a great amount of warmth… and then pleasure… I can’t stop the gasp this time. Looking back down, I see his mouth encasing one of my testicles. He sucks and runs his tongue all around it. Moaning, I let my fingers dig into the sheets on the bed, my legs feeling very numb, now. Release comes, but it’s short lived. He claims the other, giving it the same treatment. Finally I’m able to force my eyes open again and take in the impressive sight of his own nether regions. I remove one of my hands from the sheets and caress everything before me with an airy touch.

The white hair is so soft, as soft as down. I fondle him affectionately, placing kisses of my own from the soft sack, all the way to the tip of his arousal. He moans below me, sending vibrations throughout my body from where his mouth is. It feels so good… And he must obviously think the same.

I decide to take him in my mouth, parting my lips around the tip while I hold him in the right position with my hand. I let the thick organ slide into my mouth and give it a light suckle. He moans louder, withdrawing his mouth from me. Letting my lips slide up, then back down, I take more of him, so much that it cuts off my air temporarily.

He moans again, and then I feel his own mouth around my arousal. It feels beautiful… perfect… His mouth is so hot and wet, and his tongue refuses to stop licking along my tip. I honestly don’t know how much longer I can take this…

~~~~~

Never did I expect him to be so ready for all of this. His mouth encases me in warmth and I shudder. The simple thought of it is so far out of reach… but it’s happening, right now, right here, in my bed. Some kind of paradox…

I do to him as he does to me, leaning my head back to lessen the awkwardness of the position. Sucking and licking, we both pleasure each other until I think he’s too close to finishing. I remove him from my mouth and, with my hands gripping his small rear, I pull him down farther. I pull at the curves and let my tongue venture up between them, finding the tight entrance and teasing it.

He doesn’t know what to think at first, I suppose. But as I continue, he moans and grips my legs. My tongue wets the small hole, which encourages the terrible thoughts running rampant through my mind. He’s so soft, so beautiful… so everything… I just want to take him, to be inside of him…

~~~~~

So I’ve known for some time that I was attracted to men. But I’ve never really told anyone this, and I’ve never had a boyfriend. So obviously, I’ve never been intimate with a man. I never knew exactly what to expect- Well, the basics are pretty obvious… the apparent technicalities of it all… But I just couldn’t imagine how it would play out and how it would feel.

Now I know. So far, it’s wonderful. Maybe it’s just because it’s Malik.

His tongue strokes my inexperienced opening, and it’s again one of those pleasurable tickles. I think I was close to orgasm before that, anyway. I feel my flesh there becoming wetter and wetter, and just as I don’t think I can take the torment anymore, he stops. He sits up, pushing me down his body so he can do so, and then he pulls me upright on my knees. I’m straddling his legs, but he has my back pressing tightly to his chest.

I feel his breath against my shoulder and a warm hand on my hip. In such a strange position, I’m not sure what he plans on doing next.

~~~~~

He was ready for everything thus far. I just hope he’s ready for this…

I hold him still and position myself underneath him, then lift my hips towards him slowly. I feel myself slide between the soft curves, then my tip breaking through that tight little hole. His body arches and his head falls back to my shoulder, mouth open in a silent scream. He may be young and mostly flexible, but not here. Any more and I think I might tear him apart.

I tighten my arm around him, trying to keep him as still as possible to allow his body time to adjust. All the while I nuzzle his neck and shoulder, kissing where I can reach from time to time. It calms him, and his straining breaths begin to slow.

With great care I remove the hand from his hip and place it against the bed behind me. I use it to lift my hips farther, not wanting to have to yank him down on me. That just seems too rough a treatment for someone so delicate and gentle as him… I slowly bury myself inside of his snug little body, not stopping until I feel his rear against me.

I let out a low moan and let myself back down to the bed, the arm I had around his chest dropping to his waist and forcing him to stay against me. He’s shaking slightly. I wish there was something I could do to ease his pain… My hands wander his body, caressing and comforting him, my fingers running through his wild, white hair.

“Bakura…?” I whisper, pulling him tighter against me and concentrating my touches to his chest and abdomen. “Up until now… were you a virgin…?” It’s a stupid question, and I don’t think I care, either way. I know now that I love this boy, and if I find that he’s been intimate with another man, or a woman, I will love him just the same. He hesitates for a moment, and I don’t know what else to do but kiss the base of his neck and cuddle against him.

“…yes…” he finally whispers, voice quivering with the warning of tears.

“…me, too…” I reply, holding him in a warm embrace to reassure him.

~~~~~

I think just hearing that he was a virgin too soothes me. I feel him twitch inside of me, the more than snug fit making me wince. I didn’t know what to expect, but I don’t think I expected so much pain… I heard it was pleasurable. But I think he knew. I think he knew because of his gentleness and how unhurried he penetrated me. And I’m thankful for that.

It still aches, but as his hands continue to pet me the aching seems more distant. Finally I feel my rigidity returning and rest back against him.

“Malik…” I whisper and reach a hand back to wind fingers into his soft hair. His hands return to my hips. He pulls them up a little, making me slide up his hardness. The pain isn’t so bad now, but it lingers with every movement. He stops at the point that only his tip is inside of me, and here he waits. Several seconds.

It still aches, yes… but I want this so badly, and I’m tired of being afraid that it’s going to hurt even more. Without his aid, I begin lowering myself. I moan out, and he does the same. But as I feel myself completely consume him, he lays back onto the bed, bringing me down against his body. His knees come up, pushing mine farther apart.

More petting, more fondling. He puts a hand along the side of my face and makes me turn my head, whereupon he treats me to a slow and passionate kiss.

“Are you ready?” he mumbles against my lips.

“…yes…” I whisper back. His hands glide down the sides of my body, once again coming to grasp my hips. Gently he guides them up, rolling his own hips back to pull almost completely out… and then he rolls them forward, pushing me back down to take his entire length. “Oooooh!” I groan out, trying to find something to hold onto and finding nothing. Whatever it is that this particular thrust stroked inside of me, it was breathtaking.

My rogue hands still try to find something to cling to. One decides to go back to his hair, our mouths melding together again in a hungry kiss. The other I give up on and simply let it grip the sheets of the bed up near my head. From here I’ll just hold on and hope that I’m not totally swept away by all of this…

~~~~~

Oh gods… How could this be happening? Not that I should complain; it’s amasing. I wish it could last forever…

Our bodies grind together in a slow, steady rhythm. We begin to sweat from the heat, but I don’t think he minds any more than I do. Moaning against each other’s mouths, we both let the pleasure wash over us. I keep my thrusts slow, gentle.

Time is lost…

I can only guess that we continue for hours. My muscles ache from exertion, and my body is dripping with sweat.

“Wait…!” my lover gasps, causing me to halt all movement. “Malik… I have to stop…”

“Why?” I ask with a hint of worry. “Are you hurt…?”

“N-no… I- I don’t know how much longer I can… hold out…” I blink at him and he blushes deeply. I have to smile at this, though.

“It’s alright,” I whisper to him, my lips brushing against his neck. “Let go.”

~~~~~

We’ve just been doing this for so long… and it’s feeling way too good to keep a hold on my body. I feel myself slipping closer and closer to that edge, even as he slows his thrusts yet more. His moans in my ear do nothing to help my situation, and only a few minutes pass before my body gives that final warning that it’s almost to the point of no return.

“Oooh!” I cry, letting my head lull back over his shoulder. “Malik!” He must’ve been just as bad off as me, because I feel him surging inside of me… I feel the heat of his seed filling me… “Malik! Aaah!” My body is flooded with pleasure… tingling and numb at the same time until it claims me. I arch against him and scream. Warmth splashes across my stomach, reaching up to my chest. He thrusts harder from beneath me, driving every last drop from us both before he releases my hips and lets out a long groan.

I feel his hands moving up my sides, then across my midsection. He smears the salty fluids over my body, claiming yet another deep kiss. It’s all tingly, to me… I feel light-headed.

“Mmmm,” he moans against my mouth. “Oooh… Bakura…” Finally we lay there, catching our breath. I smell it in the air. Us. Sex. It’s thick, but in some really strange way it’s comforting. It’s reassuring. Yes, we did this. Yes, we enjoyed it. And yes, I’m glad it happened.

His arms wrap around me, ignoring the sticky mess.

“I love you, Malik…” I whisper, closing my eyes.

“I love you, Bakura…” he whispers back, the last thing I hear before I give into my exhaustion.

~~~~~

He was beat. So much stress on his delicate body… But I’m so worn and tired, too. I just can’t let go of this. If there was a perfect moment, a moment I could live in forever… this would be it.

It takes a while of nagging myself, but finally I place his limp body on the bed and climb from it. Staggering across the floor, I find my bathroom and bump my shoulder hard on the doorframe. I just grunt a bit and flick on the light, leaning heavily on the wall. The brightness sears my eyes and I squint away from it, relying on memory to find the toilet to take care of things.

My legs are like rubber beneath me. I place a hand flat against the wall in front of me and lean forward, feeling suddenly very sleepy. It’s been a long day… And a long night, too.

Bodily functions taken care of, I find a washcloth and wet it at the sink.

I make quick work of the drying sticky mess on my hands and arms, then journey back into the bedroom, trying not to fall over the shed clothing littering the floor –which is a sizable task, since I can barely manage to keep from falling over my own feet. Disorientation aside, I make it to the bed and crawl up onto it, taking the wet washcloth and cleaning Bakura’s seed from his body.

He’s so innocent…

Well, perhaps not quite as innocent as a few hours ago, but still pretty innocent…

This task proves itself to be an easy one. I toss the washcloth towards the bathroom, not even waiting for the confirmation ‘splat’ from a sink or tile floor before sinking down onto the bed and flipping the blanket up over us. I pull him against me and let out a long sigh, saddened by the knowledge that tomorrow I’ll have to leave my new love.