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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
5
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1,567
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4
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Awkward Darkness
Chapter 5: Awkward Darkness
“What do you mean what?” Bakura asked, his temper rising already. Did Malik think this was some sort of joke!?
“You know exactly what I mean!” the blonde exclaimed, “We’re both guys; how can you say so easily that you love me?”
Bakura was silent for a moment. Malik thought he was going to get an answer, but it was quite the opposite. “Then what the hell did you think that was earlier?” he hissed, blood boiling at this point.
At that point, the two simple stared at each other for a long time. Malik knew the answer to that question, but as to what it was-
He was suddenly cut off by a loud clap of thunder. Malik jumped at least a few inches off the ground, maybe even a foot. Bakura himself was startled a bit.
The thief steadily walked over to the window, staring out it. “Looks like a pretty bad thunder storm. I wouldn’t try going home in this,” he said. Inside, he was secretly thrilled.
Malik mentally groaned. In some ways, he wanted to remain here with Bakura and hopefully continue where they had left off. He had finally figured out the breathing through your nose thing too! (a/n And, you’ll see why he’s so naïve later!)
“Shouldn’t be much of a problem, there’s a guest bedroom you can sleep in,” Bakura said, turning back toward the blonde. Malik could no longer tell if what had just been said was still affecting Bakura, the white haired teen had long since mastered hiding expression; something Malik was never good at.
Nodding slowly, Malik said, “I guess. We should probably head to bed though, it’s really late and-“
This time, the tomb keeper was not cut off by thunder; but of the lights going out.
“Wonderful, just wonderful,” Malik muttered angrily under his breath. He hear footsteps, panicking slightly until he saw that Bakura had gone in the kitchen and returned with a flashlight.
“School night or not, it’s dark and there’s really nothing to do,” Bakura answered him, leading the way upstairs.
When they arrived, Bakura handed Malik a pair of pajamas that he had, and both males went off to change. Bakura emerged, bidding goodnight to Malik before shutting the door and sliding under his bed covers.
Malik bid the thief good night as well, the kiss and everything that had happened running through his mind over and over again. He was sure that his face was a nice shade of crimson, and for once, was thankful for the darkness. He went over to the bed, curling up in it as another thunder struck. Malik shook physically, mentally cursing at himself. Always afraid of thunderstorms, the darkness didn’t help in the least bit.
Several hours past, and with no sleep and his eyes bloodshot, he steadily took hold of the blanket on top of him, opening the door and blindly making his way toward Bakura’s room. He opened the door softly, tiptoeing in…
“What are you doing still up?” Bakura’s voice said from within the darkness. The millennium ring around his neck glowed, giving the two light.
Malik felt his heart skip a beat at the sudden voice, but answered softly, “I couldn’t sleep,” he muttered.
“Afraid of thunderstorms?” Bakura teased lightly, sitting up so that he was against the corner of the room.
Bakura’s room was set up as follows; walking in from the door, the room was rectangle shape, with you entering from one of the longer sides. On the small side to your right was a window, and against the opposite long side against the corner of the room was Bakura’s bed. Various other furniture decorated the room, along with posters and a computer in the opposite corner from the bed.
Malik walked over willingly, crawling up on the bed and sitting at the end, looking at the thief.
An awkward silence passed in the darkness, the millennium rings’ light a simple glow so it wasn’t pitch black. “You know, my mother used to play a game when I was little when I was afraid of thunderstorms,” Bakura said, breaking the silence.
Malik looked up from that, “Really? What was it?”
Bakura paused a moment before answering, “Basically, you tell something about yourself, and then the other person does the same thing. It passes time and gets your mind away from the thunderstorms. The only rule is that each thing that is said has to be partially related to the fact shared before it. Make sense?”
A nod.
“Up to playing it? It may calm down your nerves.”
Malik nodded, “Sure, you start.”
“Alright,” Bakura said, thinking for a moment, “When I was a kid, I used to like to dress up in various costumes, some of which were rather girly.”
Malik laughed lightly, “Really?” he asked, already beginning to feel better. Thinking, he came up with, “When I was a kid, my parents used to mistake me for my sister, since I looked like her when I was little.”
“Dang, that must’ve sucked,” Bakura laughed, “I think my sister is the reason I’m gay. She used to tease me about staring at guys as a kid.”
“Really? That’s kind of weird. Bakura…” Malik spoke softly now, but completely seriously, “Did… did you really mean what you said earlier?”
Bakura was silent for a long time after that. He nodded, “I was completely serious Malik.”
Malik looked straight into Bakura’s eyes, the scene playing itself over in his head again. If he wasn’t mistaken, his pants felt a bit tighter just at the thought. “I… I’m sorry for my reaction, it’s just… it’s weird to hear, you know? Even with my family, love was never something I understood, whether with them or with someone else. I guess… I was just kind of shocked…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Bakura lied, but inside, he was still incredibly upset about what had happened after their blissful kiss.
“Bakura… can I tell you something?”
Bakura glanced up from his thoughts, looking at Malik, staring into purple orbs, “Sure, shoot.”
“Say if… I really did enjoy that kiss… does that make me… well, does that mean I love you back?”
A pause.
“It could be. But love is something you have to figure out on your ow-“ He never got to finish his sentence. Because at that exact moment, Malik’s lips were pressed against his, in an inexperienced, but gentle, kiss.
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“What do you mean what?” Bakura asked, his temper rising already. Did Malik think this was some sort of joke!?
“You know exactly what I mean!” the blonde exclaimed, “We’re both guys; how can you say so easily that you love me?”
Bakura was silent for a moment. Malik thought he was going to get an answer, but it was quite the opposite. “Then what the hell did you think that was earlier?” he hissed, blood boiling at this point.
At that point, the two simple stared at each other for a long time. Malik knew the answer to that question, but as to what it was-
He was suddenly cut off by a loud clap of thunder. Malik jumped at least a few inches off the ground, maybe even a foot. Bakura himself was startled a bit.
The thief steadily walked over to the window, staring out it. “Looks like a pretty bad thunder storm. I wouldn’t try going home in this,” he said. Inside, he was secretly thrilled.
Malik mentally groaned. In some ways, he wanted to remain here with Bakura and hopefully continue where they had left off. He had finally figured out the breathing through your nose thing too! (a/n And, you’ll see why he’s so naïve later!)
“Shouldn’t be much of a problem, there’s a guest bedroom you can sleep in,” Bakura said, turning back toward the blonde. Malik could no longer tell if what had just been said was still affecting Bakura, the white haired teen had long since mastered hiding expression; something Malik was never good at.
Nodding slowly, Malik said, “I guess. We should probably head to bed though, it’s really late and-“
This time, the tomb keeper was not cut off by thunder; but of the lights going out.
“Wonderful, just wonderful,” Malik muttered angrily under his breath. He hear footsteps, panicking slightly until he saw that Bakura had gone in the kitchen and returned with a flashlight.
“School night or not, it’s dark and there’s really nothing to do,” Bakura answered him, leading the way upstairs.
When they arrived, Bakura handed Malik a pair of pajamas that he had, and both males went off to change. Bakura emerged, bidding goodnight to Malik before shutting the door and sliding under his bed covers.
Malik bid the thief good night as well, the kiss and everything that had happened running through his mind over and over again. He was sure that his face was a nice shade of crimson, and for once, was thankful for the darkness. He went over to the bed, curling up in it as another thunder struck. Malik shook physically, mentally cursing at himself. Always afraid of thunderstorms, the darkness didn’t help in the least bit.
Several hours past, and with no sleep and his eyes bloodshot, he steadily took hold of the blanket on top of him, opening the door and blindly making his way toward Bakura’s room. He opened the door softly, tiptoeing in…
“What are you doing still up?” Bakura’s voice said from within the darkness. The millennium ring around his neck glowed, giving the two light.
Malik felt his heart skip a beat at the sudden voice, but answered softly, “I couldn’t sleep,” he muttered.
“Afraid of thunderstorms?” Bakura teased lightly, sitting up so that he was against the corner of the room.
Bakura’s room was set up as follows; walking in from the door, the room was rectangle shape, with you entering from one of the longer sides. On the small side to your right was a window, and against the opposite long side against the corner of the room was Bakura’s bed. Various other furniture decorated the room, along with posters and a computer in the opposite corner from the bed.
Malik walked over willingly, crawling up on the bed and sitting at the end, looking at the thief.
An awkward silence passed in the darkness, the millennium rings’ light a simple glow so it wasn’t pitch black. “You know, my mother used to play a game when I was little when I was afraid of thunderstorms,” Bakura said, breaking the silence.
Malik looked up from that, “Really? What was it?”
Bakura paused a moment before answering, “Basically, you tell something about yourself, and then the other person does the same thing. It passes time and gets your mind away from the thunderstorms. The only rule is that each thing that is said has to be partially related to the fact shared before it. Make sense?”
A nod.
“Up to playing it? It may calm down your nerves.”
Malik nodded, “Sure, you start.”
“Alright,” Bakura said, thinking for a moment, “When I was a kid, I used to like to dress up in various costumes, some of which were rather girly.”
Malik laughed lightly, “Really?” he asked, already beginning to feel better. Thinking, he came up with, “When I was a kid, my parents used to mistake me for my sister, since I looked like her when I was little.”
“Dang, that must’ve sucked,” Bakura laughed, “I think my sister is the reason I’m gay. She used to tease me about staring at guys as a kid.”
“Really? That’s kind of weird. Bakura…” Malik spoke softly now, but completely seriously, “Did… did you really mean what you said earlier?”
Bakura was silent for a long time after that. He nodded, “I was completely serious Malik.”
Malik looked straight into Bakura’s eyes, the scene playing itself over in his head again. If he wasn’t mistaken, his pants felt a bit tighter just at the thought. “I… I’m sorry for my reaction, it’s just… it’s weird to hear, you know? Even with my family, love was never something I understood, whether with them or with someone else. I guess… I was just kind of shocked…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Bakura lied, but inside, he was still incredibly upset about what had happened after their blissful kiss.
“Bakura… can I tell you something?”
Bakura glanced up from his thoughts, looking at Malik, staring into purple orbs, “Sure, shoot.”
“Say if… I really did enjoy that kiss… does that make me… well, does that mean I love you back?”
A pause.
“It could be. But love is something you have to figure out on your ow-“ He never got to finish his sentence. Because at that exact moment, Malik’s lips were pressed against his, in an inexperienced, but gentle, kiss.
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