A Long Long Night

Part 5:

Malik was sure that showering twice in short succession was going a little too far. When they’d returned to the room, hair soaking wet and wrapped in soft white towels, Bakura snorted.

“Damn. I knew there was a reason I fucked you on the floor last time.”

Bakura was right. Malik stared at the bed. The sheets were covered in dried blood and cum. In other words, they were completely ruined.

“What a shame that it’s your bed.” The Egyptian shook his head, hiding a smirk.

“What’s so funny, Ishtar? Next time I’ll sneak into your room, then,” warned the thief, stalking over to the cupboard. “Now I swear there were spare sheets here somewhere…”

As Bakura rummaged around for new covers for the bed, Malik limped across the
room and carefully lowered himself on the sofa. With every step he cursed the thief as shots of pain raced through his lower back.

“Finally!” exclaimed Bakura, grabbing a blanket and dragging it out of the cupboard. “Malik, stop being a lazy arse and help me.”

Malik shook his head. “I’m not a lazy arse, I’m an aching arse, and all thanks to you, so you can do it yourself, Bakura.”

“Fuck you, lazy arse,” said Bakura, dragging off the ruined bed sheets and hurling them at the Egyptian. Malik yelped and jumped up, narrowly avoiding the bloody mess. Bakura laughed as the teen’s face creased up in pain as he paid for the sudden movement.

“I thought you couldn’t move, Ishtar?” drawled Bakura, redoing the bed covers.

Malik scowled one of his rather hot scowls, picked up the sheet and shoved it into the bin. He then walked over to the bed, patiently waiting for Bakura to finish, and when the thief was done climbed in under the covers, discarding his towel as he went.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? This is MY bed!” growled Bakura.

“I’m tired.”

Malik buried himself in the soft pillow, taking in Bakura’s scent on it. The clean sheets under him felt very welcome. He gave a small sound of protest as he felt the mattress shift and Bakura’s form settle next to him. Bakura bit his chin angrily, causing Malik to jerk back and give up some room on the pillow. Satisfied, the thief lay down, now also naked.

“Don’t make yourself too comfortable, Ishtar. As soon as I can be bothered you’re going to regret this.” Malik grinned and nuzzled Bakura’s neck.

“Mmm, comfortable Thief King.” He threw a hand over Bakura’s waist. The thief shifted closer to the warm body next to him and encircled him in his own arms. Malik felt good.

Malik woke up to a lack of someone to bury his head in. He rolled over, reluctant to open his eyes although he could tell through his closed lids that it was already broad daylight. Unwillingly he opened one eye and saw Bakura leaning over him. Apparently the thief hadn’t noticed that Malik had awoken as he sat gazing at the Egyptian’s naked form.

Slightly amused, Malik held still as a long white finger traced his hip. He felt goosebumps run up his skin at the touch. He quickly closed his eye as Bakura turned to look at his face. He could feel the close scrutiny he was being exposed to even though he couldn’t see Bakura. He wondered inwardly why the thief was watching him. Getting slightly bored Malik decided to pretend to snore. He gave a tiny snort and then a louder one.

Bakura grinned at Malik’s obviously fake snoring. So the little whore was watching him all along. Why didn’t he stop him? Bakura raised an eyebrow and pinched Malik’s nose, thumb and forefinger.

The Egyptian immediately opened his mouth and began to snore louder. At this Bakura leant forward and clamped his mouth over Malik’s invading the warmth and wetness causing the fake snoring to subside and be replaced by moans. A hand grabbed his and Malik freed his nose, breathing heavily. He drew back.

“Fuck you, Bakura! Were you trying to suffocate me?”

“Of course! Do I not take you breath away Malik?” asked Bakura, playfully biting the other’s lip.

“Yeah. You’re so sexy I nearly died,” replied Malik, sarcasm dripping off of every word.

He pulled Bakura’s hand up to his face and licked one long digit thoughtfully. Bakura raised an eyebrow but wasn’t about to stop him.

“Why were you watching me sleep?” asked Malik curiously. Bakura cocked his head.

“You were asleep? I thought you were awake all along. Although I did wonder why you hadn’t stopped me. Somewhat like a whorish attitude, Ishtar.”

Malik licked his lips and let go of Bakura’s hand.

“I think it’s unfair to gape at someone’s naked form while they are obviously unable to react,” he said, the Egyptian getting up onto his knees.

“Well I thought that since it was light I might as well take a look at you, since you obviously didn’t care,” smirked Bakura, eyeing Malik as he crawled forward slightly.

“Then it seems to me,” said the teen, placing a hand on Bakura’s chest, “that it’s only fair that I get to look at you too.” With that he shoved the surprised thief backwards, placing himself between the other’s legs.


Bakura gave a surprised gasp at this development. He wasn’t expecting Malik to do anything like this. Had he managed to turn the teen into this with just one night? He grinned; what would a few more nights do to him? He moaned as the other began nipping down his neck.

“Hmm. Soft white skin. Nice.”

Malik licked at the skin, eventually reaching one of Bakura’s nipples. He bit it slightly, licking around it with his tongue. He then took an educated guess of all he had learned from Bakura and, taking it between his teeth again, made a much harder bite. The thief hissed through his teeth in appreciation. Malik grinned and did the same to the other nipple.

“Sexy, sensitive body. Wow, how many things the light reveals.”

Then he slowly began to kiss down Bakura’s flat stomach, nuzzling it with his nose. Soon he reached down to his hips and beyond, careful to pass his tongue over the sensitive area but not touching the thief’s need just yet. At this Bakura almost whined in frustration.

“Malik, you fucking tease! Actually, wait.” Bakura moved himself from under the other teen. “I only just changed the sheets on this bed.” He pushed Malik off, following him to the floor.

“Damn you, Bakura, I was in the middle of something,” Malik pouted. “It’s not like as if I’m going to get your bed dirty.”

“I like to be careful. Old habits die hard you know,” smirked Bakura, pushing Malik against the bed and straddling him.

He was amazed at Malik’s very eager co-operation. It wasn’t as if they’d known each other that long. He moved his mind away from the subject, mentally shrugging. It’s not like as if it mattered, since all that was important was the present. And presently he had the Egyptian between his legs and he wasn’t going to change that.

“Ow, Bakura wait. I think I just sat on your ring,” complained Malik as he winced and got up a little to move the Millennium Item from under his arse.

He noticed his Rod still where it had been left the night before and ran a finger over it as if to make sure it was still there.

“It’s not going to run away, you know,” said Bakura, impatience in his voice. He plucked the ring from Malik’s hand. “Hmmm - warm.”

Malik glared at him, turning away from the Millennium Rod. Suddenly he grabbed the Millennium Ring from Bakura’s hand, flinging it on the bed and, hugging the thief around his neck, drew his attention into a deep kiss.

“It’s not going to run away you know,” murmured Malik into the other’s mouth, drawing back a little, “but I might.”

“Somehow I doubt it,” smirked Bakura, running his hand through Malik’s hair which, to his amusement, had again gone very fluffy.

He made a mental note to sneak into the Egyptian’s room and swap shampoos. Suddenly there was an urgent banging on the door. Malik jumped, causing Bakura to over balance and sit down on the Egyptian.

“Shit!” Malik whispered, horrified. He turned wild eyes to the thief. “I’m not supposed to be here! The door wasn’t supposed to be locked!” Bakura scowled and got off the teen.


-DAMN! Why does all I do have to be interrupted? - He stalked over and passed Malik his clothes while dragging on his own trousers.

“Quickly get changed. If they get in here and see you naked they would ask even more questions than just why are you here.”

Malik pulled on his own clothes hurriedly doing up his shirt.

“Turn around,” ordered Bakura. He winced. “It’s no use I can see a part of the cuts. Here put on my shirt.”

He threw his light blue shirt at the tomb keeper.

“Damn, where’s my t-shirt?”

Suddenly another knock sounded and an angry voice was heard.

“Get out of the way Wheeler! I know you dweeb squad have nothing better to do but I have a duel to prepare for. If your friend has locked himself in then it’s his own business!”

Bakura nearly laughed as he heard a muffled Yugi telling Kaiba how poor Ryou wasn’t feeling well and he was worried and this was unusual and he was their friend and –Fucking shut up already-

“Bakura this looks ridiculous!” whined Malik looking at himself in the mirror.

“I don’t fucking care!” hissed Bakura. “There’s not time.”

He flung himself into bed and covered himself with the blanket. Malik grabbed the Millennium Items.

“These can’t stay here. At least hide them in there with you!”

He shoved the metal under Bakura’s blanket and began to tuck him in.


Despite the situation Bakura smirked as Malik lovingly tucked in the duvet.

–I could get used to this-.

“Gah Bakura, move the millennium rod. It looks like you’re still hard!” whispered Malik urgently.

“That’s cause I still am you fool!” Replied the thief.

“Damn you Bakura!”

Malik nearly screamed as he heard the door mechanism begin to click. He grabbed a chair and sat down in front of the bed. As an afterthought he lay down as if asleep conveniently covering the thief’s indecency.



The door opened and Yugi flew in closely followed by Tea and practically everyone on the blimp. Malik tried to calm his breathing as he heard Yugi approach cautiously confused. He almost yelped when a tentative hand shook his shoulder. Instead he sleepily opened his eyes and turned his head.

“Y-Yugi?” He asked in an innocent and confused voice.

“Namu. Um. Hi.” Yugi looked flustered. “Um. Well, I mean wow. We thought Bakura was in real trouble, and the door was locked and…”

The short teen’s voice trailed off gesturing at the apparently sleeping figure of the thief.

“Oh,” Malik paused quickly trying to come up with an escape. “I’m sorry Yugi. I didn’t want to worry you guys. I just… took over from, um Tea for a while. She looked really tired.”

He prayed this would work. With his rod not too far away he could still draw on its powers, hopefully.

¬-Now mind slave. You knew about this all along. I asked you whether you wanted help last night. You said yes. You forgot to tell the others. That is all.-

Tea’s eyes misted over slightly. Malik swore, he hoped no one noticed. It was hard to see as he had his back turned and was unable to move off Bakura due to the unfortunate exposure it would cause.

“Yes guys. I’m sorry. I completely forgot!” exclaimed the girl. “Its true Yugi, Namu asked if I wanted a break and he could watch over Bakura for me.”

“Oh, right Tea. Um, thanks.” Yugi looked between her and “Namu”, “I just wish you would have told us,” he said reproachfully.

“Really, Yugi I’m sorry I forgot,” Tea went slightly red.

“Now that you morons are satisfied I have better things to do with my time then mope about here,” growled Kaiba striding out of the room.

“Jeez that guy needs to cool down,” said Joey. “Just cause he’s some rich guy in charge of some fancy company don’t mean he can just treat my friends like dirt!”

He glanced at Malik.

“Hey Namu, how come you’re wearin’ Bakura’s shirt?”

Malik groaned inwardly.

“Um… To tell the truth I was a little cold.” He replied carefully not looking at Joey.

“An’ Bakura’s not got a shirt on at all…” mused Joey.

“I uh. You know… um when people want to sleep… They should be comfortable. Back in my country we change for bed.” Finished Malik lamely, he could feel himself going red.

“Oh..” Joey shrugged. “oh well. I guess if ya’ don’t mind takin’ of a guy’s clothes then it fine. Me I’d never strip someone.”

Malik burned red.

“I didn’t strip him” he exclaimed horrified. “I just took of the top!”

“Whoops. Sorry Namu.” Now Joey was going red.

“Maybe we should go…” Said Yugi hurriedly herding Joey out.

Malik suddenly noticed the knife next to his foot.

–FUCK-

Despite all his better judgement he carefully covered it with his foot.

“Can I just quickly use the bin? This gums got no flavour.” Complained Joey as he was forced out the door.

Malik nearly screamed. Suddenly Tristan saved him.

“Joey, get the hell out. Stop insulting Namu and using his bins. You’ve got one in your room.”

“Yeah, sorry about that pal,” said Joey apologetically and sadly let himself be shoved out of the room. The other’s followed Yugi sending Namu and rueful look and closing the door.

“Thanks Namu. You’re a great friend. Bakura’s lucky to have met you.”



As the door clicked shut Malik let out a sigh.

–holy Ra. I hope this never happens again-

He crossed the room and locked the door not caring how suspicious it would look. He returned and kicked the knife under the bed angrily. Suddenly a hand reached up and grabbed him by the hair.

“Ah.” Malik was forced to bend down.

“I must agree with the pharaoh’s little Hikari. I am fucking lucky to have you Ishtar.”

Another hand travelled up his side, finger’s lightly running over his flesh. Malik felt a shiver run down his back.

“Bakura,” he said warningly. He was still angry at being shoved into such an awkward situation.

“Malik,” replied the thief his voice was teasing.

Suddenly the Bakura sat up letting go of the Egyptian.

“You’re a convincing actor Malik.” He ran a hand down Malik’s cheek.

The teen glared at him and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“It’s hard to act when you’re surrounded and have to make stuff up on the spot.” He grumbled.

“You know what’s harder?” asked Bakura smirking.

Malik thought about it a little.

“you?”

To his surprise Bakura looked taken aback.

“Well that wasn’t exactly what I was going to say.”

The thief got out from under the blanckets sitting next to Malik.

“I was going to say that it’s even harder to pretend to be asleep while a certain someone is lying on top of them, constantly shifting over a very sensitive area.”

“Oh,” Malik looked over at him grinning. “Well you fucking deserved it you bastard!”

He stood up and pushed Bakura back following him on the bed.

“Never,”

he lowered himself and Bakura’s neck.

“Do that,”

he licked the collar bone.

“To me again.”


Bakura laughed inwardly at this assertive side of the Egyptian. It was rather cute as well as entertaining. He relaxed enjoying himself as Malik proceeded to kiss his way down his body.

“Lean up,” said the teen.

“Practicing your stripping skills?” asked Bakura but complied.

“Yeah, I thought I should start someday,” replied Malik taking off the other’s trousers.

He wondered what the hell the point of getting dressed was. Bakura almost gasped as Malik suddenly took him in his mouth. He belatedly thought about the clean bed but another wave of pleasure took the thought away.

Malik smirked as he felt Bakura tense and suppress a moan. He pulled back sucking slightly on the head of Bakura’s manhood before engulfing it fully in his mouth again. That brought out a proper moan from the thief. Malik repeated the action enjoying the sounds he was causing Bakura to make. He felt his own body responding to the delicious noises.

-Why am I doing this?-

A confused part of him looked on. He didn’t want to think. It all made sense if he didn’t think about it. Instead he flexed his tongue making Bakura buck into his mouth. A hand settled in his hair stopping him.

“Wait Malik. I’m going to come,” said Bakura breathing heavily.

“Good,” replied the teen licking around the length of Bakura’s cock.

When the thief didn’t reply only giving a soft moan he resumed his work. He placed a hand on Bakura’s hip lightly tracing it with his finger. He could feel the other tense.

“Where… the hell… did you learn this Ishtar?” queried Bakura before he abruptly arched his back reaching his climax.

“Fuck, Malik!”

The Egyptian greedily swallowed Bakura’s seed careful not to let any get on the bed. He licked his lips mulling over the already familiar taste.


Bakura relaxed his grip sinking down in the bed. Malik was fucking good. He took a breath and felt a weight settle next to him. Malik passed him his pants grinning self-confidently. Bakura returned the grin with his own predatory smile and pulled on his clothes for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Enjoy yourself Thief King?” The Egyptian asked.

“What do you think?” Bakura placed a finger on Malik’s lips. “Why did you come Malik?”

The teen blinked up at him.

“Huh?” His thoughts immediately fixing on a different meaning of the word.

“I know you said you needed to talk but you already knew I wouldn’t be able to duel for you,” said Bakura levelly gazing at him.

“Oh.” Malik looked thoughtful.

He played with his hair nervously as if thinking.

“I guess, I just…” he broke of frowning slightly. “I, don’t really… know.”

Now that he really came to think of it talking to the thief was truly just an excuse but,

¬-surely I hadn’t turned up for, for THIS?-

He looked up at the horribly knowing gaze of the thief.

“Don’t worry,” Bakura decided to ease Malik’s thoughts despite his own internal turmoil, “I know I’m an irresistible sex god.”

That seemed to snap Malik out of his pondering.

“Like hell Bakura.” He placed his head on the thief’s chest before grinning. “I think that being stuck in that millennium ring has made you go out of practice.”

“Oh really? You ungrateful whore Malik!” Bakura threw him off making him land on the floor. “For that you shall bring me food!”

Malik looked up and smiled slyly.

“Yes my lord Bakura. Anything for the mighty Thief King.”

He looked at the white haired thief as Bakura smiled revealing his teeth.

-Bakura’s right. He is a sex god but I‘m not such a fool as to think that, that’s the whole of it.-