A Long Long Night

This is taking so much longer than I expected. -dies- Ah well nearly finished. Here's chapter six.

Kazu: Thank you very much for the review. Hope you enjoy ^.^

Part 6:

There was a lot of food. Malik didn’t care. He felt far too hungry to care. He had raided the kitchen taking most of last night’s leftovers and quite a lot of the morning’s breakfast. In fact he felt it was justified that he have all this food since it was getting on in the day. He placed the overloaded tray down on the table in the middle of the room and went over to close the door.

Bakura observed through one open eye as breakfast was served.

-I could get bloody used to this.-

He rolled over and opened his other eye. The smell of pancakes wafted through the air. He watched as Malik carefully locked the door and crossed the room again, taking a seat.

“Aren’t you hungry yet?”

He picked up a strawberry, taking a small bite. He licked his lips and threw the berry at Bakura. It landed in his hair. The thief grunted and brushed the offending strawberry off his head. He neatly caught the next one that was thrown and swallowed it in one bite.

“If you waste anymore of my food you’ll pay, Ishtar!” Bakura got up and walked over to the table.

“Your food?” Malik raised an eyebrow. “Who went and got it then?”

“My personal slave,” grinned the other, plucking another strawberry from Malik’s fingers.

The gold haired teen scowled. Bakura smirked and popped the berry into his mouth. Or at least partway to his mouth, as Malik moved fast as a snake, causing him nearly to collide with Bakura, biting it out of the thief’s hand and swallowing.

“In your dreams, thief!”

Bakura leant over so that their noses were practically touching.

“Fucking good dream then!” He caught Malik’s chin in his hand, bringing him into a hungry kiss. Malik gave a small moan as the Bakura explored the lingering taste of strawberry.

“Mm. Tasty,” he said, releasing the Egyptian. “If you were a strawberry wrapped in a pancake I’d eat you.”

He grinned and sat down, causing Malik to budge. Malik glared at him then turned away and began piling food onto his plate.

“Somebody is hungry,” noted Bakura, grabbing the plate of pancakes.

“Mmmmmmm,” Malik swallowed. “It takes it out of you, you know. Staying up all night. Plotting.”

“I don’t remember any plotting…” frowned Bakura, massacring a pancake and pouring syrup over it.

“Fine! Rigorous fucking up the arse makes me hungry. Got it?” said Malik, irritably biting into a piece of melon.

“Oh, that. Why, is it a correlation you have observed through your previous encounters?” The spirit propped his chin on his hand, watching. Malik snorted and turned away.

“Ah. I thought you were bloody tight,” said Bakura knowingly, taking a ferocious bite out of his food.

“Look, you arsehole. I just don’t sleep around like some. And not with men!” snarled Malik.

“Have I told you, you look hot when you’re angry?” asked Bakura, laughing as Malik continued to glare.

“Alright. I have to say, I am honoured to have fucked you.” This didn’t seem to calm him down. “Look, I don’t care about your hurt little pride, Ishtar. Just because you’re hungry doesn’t mean you can take it out on me. Remember it was you who stole into my room. And it was also you who gave me back my Ring. Which I am, by the way, quite grateful for. In the end it was you who stayed and got breakfast.”

“Your point?” Malik didn’t look around.

“Stop acting like a sulking girl who’s lost it to some guy at a bar.”

Malik shoved his plate back on the table and got up. He walked over and took his Millennium Rod, sticking it through his belt at the back as he stalked over to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” asked Bakura, licking his fingers free of syrup.

“I don’t need anything here anymore so I’m leaving,” came the reply.

“Really? But I’ve only just started.” The white haired spirit cracked a grin. “We were having so much fun!”

“I didn’t come here to have fun. I’m here to destroy the Pharaoh and pay him back for all that was done to me in his name!” Malik looked over his shoulder, glaring.

“Besides,” he went back to trying to open the door, “since you are incapable of defeating him in a simple duel, I will have to do it myself.”
Suddenly he felt hot air on his neck.

“You mean taking over people’s minds so they do the dirty work for you.” Bakura placed a hand over the lock. “All your life everyone had been using you. The Pharaoh, your fate, I’m guessing whoever carved that thing into your back wasn’t a happy chap either. Me too, I had a little plan in mind for you as well. And how does poor little Malik cope?”

Malik had turned around to face his aggressor.

“You take control of everybody else because you don’t want to be in control of yourself,” continued the thief.

Malik scowled and pushed the other away. Unfortunately Bakura did not intend to be thwarted so easily, pinning the Egyptian to the door.

“Get off me!” hissed Malik. “You don’t even make sense!”

“You just don’t want to understand me, fool.”

“Your plan failed, Bakura. Without your end of the bargain being upheld I owe you nothing! Let me leave!” Malik lashed out but the other caught his wrist.

“Malik… my plans never fail!” Bakura grinned and grabbed his other wristm pinning the teen completely to the wall. “I don’t need you to tell me a broken account of what the Pharaoh’s secret is. You see, I can read ancient Egyptian.”

“Read it in a book somewhere?” spat Malik, trying to free himself.

What did this freak want from him now? If he knew the secret then why not just let him go?

–I don’t think I want to be let go.- Malik cursed himself.

Bakura suddenly shifted his grip, forcing Malik’s arms to be gripped with one hand while he snaked the other up the Egyptian’s back. He dragged a nail down the healing wound, causing it to open up. Malik winced and arched forward, trying to get away.

“Foolish…” smirked the spirit, watching Malik. “You have a book on your back so I saw all I needed. And it was a bloody good view too.” Malik’s eye’s widened in realisation.

“You sick –“ He was cut off as new pain laced through his back and another cut began to bleed. Bakura smirked.

“I prefer the term devious. I think it’s rather clever. Ah, but you haven’t heard it all. Now if our dear Pharaoh was to set his eyes on your little secret there will be no secret for him to find other than the one I put there.”

Malik let out a breath, slumping in Bakura’s grip.

“I understand now. Ha. Well you have had 5000 years more than me to prepare your big scheme.”

He went silent, not sure how to say what he wanted. Instead he tried again.

“Let me go.”

“No”

“Let me go!”

“Nope.”

“Bakura, you bastard, let me the fuck go! What the hell do you want now? You have your information.”

“There is something else I want. And I’m bloody getting it!” The thief smirked.

“If you want my Millennium Item then you should kill me now, because the only way you’re getting that is from my cold dead hands!”

“Oh” Bakura looked slightly surprised. “No ,no. I won’t be needing that yet. Plans have changed slightly since last time, see,” he gave a small laugh, “you’re still wearing my shirt. I like that shirt.”

Malik stared at him.

“…let go of my hands, you psycho. It’s all yours after that.”

Bakura released his grip. The Egyptian threw off the garment.

“This better not be ruined” said Bakura, kicking it away. “Or I will be very upset.”

“I don’t care if you mourned for the rest of your life,” replied Malik.

“You are such a cold hearted bastard aren’t you, Ishtar?” The thief hooked a finger under the other’s chin.

“If I hadn’t seen your softer side I could actually believe that.” He brought him forward into a kiss but Malik backed away.

“Fuck off!” The Egyptian scowled, twisting free of Bakura. Bakura laughed.

“Why should I?” He stepped forward, avoiding Malik’s defences and grabbed a handful of his hair.

Malik yelped at the sudden pain and grabbed the other’s wrist for support. Bakura smirked and pushed him against the door.

“It’s my room.”

Malik snarled before having his mouth covered with Bakura’s. A hand travelled to his back rubbing circles on the cut up flesh, slowly going further down. Malik whimpered into Bakura’s mouth as the thief abruptly ground into him.

“Not again,” Malik groaned as he was finally allowed to breathe. “What do you want from me?”

Bakura ignored, him nipping at his throat.

“Bakura!”

Malik tried to pull back only to wince as his hair was almost ripped from his scalp.

“What? Why do I need a reason?” The thief licked his lips. “I can so I will.”

He tightened his grip, forcing Malik’s head up and revealing more of his neck, already covered in bruises.

“Ah. That’s insane!” Malik couldn’t help but moan as his neck was again attacked.

“I don’t think so. You haven’t been confined inside a bloody ring for a few millennia! If you had you would know what it’s like. Bloody – boring!” spat Bakura. “Now I have myself a little toy to play with. Why should I stop?”

“That’s sick” whispered Malik. “Do you even know what compassion is?”

“And you do?” Bakura raised an eyebrow. “No one ever showed any compassion to me so why the fuck should I care about foolish little humans like you?”

Malik shuddered as Bakura looked at him with a truly cold gaze.

“Now either you entertain me or I entertain myself.”

-Holy Ra! What have I released?- wondered Malik as he slowly nodded as best he could in his current position.

Bakura grinned.

“Good choice.”

He let go of Malik’s hair letting the other heave a sigh of relief.

“To be honest I’m not sure what I want from you now…” He looked thoughtful.

Malik stared at him in shock, trying to move as little as possible so as to not draw attention to himself. The anticipation of what was to happen next was worse than when something happened. Bakura ran a hand through his hair.

“I mean, it was jolly fun to fuck around for a while. After all, it feels so damned good to have your own body again, no matter how pathetically feeble.”

“So your solution is to, as soon as you’re free, fuck everything in sight,” stated Malik sourly.

“You have no fucking idea, Ishtar!” scowled the thief. “You have no idea how sick it is to lack all human contact!”

Malik looked surprised then a tired grin played across his lips.

“You don’t know how wrong you are.”

“Really?” asked Bakura sarcastically looking over at him. “Do pray tell me your tale of woe and we can cry about it together because we’re such goddamn good friends.”

Malik bit his lip. After all it wouldn’t hurt to tell.

–I know, he’ll just laugh. But he’s not the only one who’s got it bad. I’ll wipe that smirk off his face-.

“I’m a tomb keeper.”

He tried to control his voice from going too venomous at the title.

“That means that for all my life I’ve had to stay underground waiting for the Pharaoh to drop in. My father even graced me with the family heirloom which I must wear on my back.”

He glanced at Bakura’s fixed gaze.

“You see, I haven’t had proper human contact for most of my life!”

Bakura shrugged.

“Did you kill him then?”

“Who?”

“Your father? Did you kill him? How come you’re here?” Bakura spoke slowly as if to a small child.

“I killed him.” Malik closed his eyes. “What about you? How come you’re even here?”

“What…” Bakura advanced, taking Malik’s wrists and pinning them against the wall above his head.

“…makes you think…”

Malik didn’t resist, so he bent down and nipped his ear.

“…that I want to talk about my past?”

Malik smirked, mind slightly turned away from his childhood.

“I assumed that you would like to share something like that with me.” He moved his hips against Bakura, making the other growl with pleasure.

“Well, when you put it like that. Nonetheless I never shared gossip with whores before, so why start now?” He smirked as Malik threw him a vicious glare.

The Egyptian snarled and threw himself against the other’s lips. Bakura gladly cooperated by taking over.

“Tell me!” Malik drew back, looking Bakura in the eye.

“No.” Bakura was loving Malik’s torment. He wondered how far he could push it.

“Actually…” he grinned evilly, “I might tell you if you can suck me off in under 3 minutes.”

Malik raised an eyebrow.

“Easy.” He began to move forward but was stopped by Bakura.

“And, I want you to address me as Pharaoh, or Lord will do.” Malik stared at him, slightly opening his beautiful mouth.

“For Ra’s sake, I only wanted to ask one question.” Bakura looked at him expectantly. Malik sighed.

“Fine. If I may, Lord Bakura?” Bakura’s lips curled up at the side and he let Malik free.

“You may begin.” He folded his arms across his chest. Malik wondered why the hell he was doing this.

–Because Bakura is forcing me to. That’s why.-

He tried repeating that comforting sentence, but realised that the other wasn’t forcing Malik into anything at the moment.

“Fuck you, Lord Bakura!” he grumbled under his breath.

“What was that, slave?” Bakura grinned.

“I’m not your slave!” The thief made a tutting sound, causing Malik to growl. “My Pharaoh.”

“Much better. Don’t let me detain you in your duties.” Malik glowered but then remembered about the time.

–This is absolutely ridiculous!- he thought. –Absolutely fucking idiotic.- In the end he might as well play along.

“If you would take your seat on the royal chair, my Lord,” he said, humbly gesturing to the chair in the room.

“Certainly I shall.” Bakura’s smile showed his teeth.

They walked over and the thief sat down, relaxing. Malik bent down and kissed him under the ear.

“May I remove your lower garments, oh great Pharaoh Bakura?”

“That is allowable.”

Malik wanted to murder him. Instead he traced his hands down the other’s lean body to unbuckle the belt and easily slide off Bakura’s trousers. Kneeling down he began to kiss the other’s flat stomach. Aware of the time he quickly moved on. Now paying all his attention to Bakura’s exposed and already quite erect member he moved his tongue, licking up the whole shaft before taking the tip in his mouth.

Bakura let out a moan and his cock was pleasured by Malik’s ingenious mouth. He shivered slightly as Malik made painfully slow progress. Suddenly he gasped as his whole cock was engulfed in Malik’s hot mouth, with a moist tongue further enhancing the experience. Liking the sensation, Bakura snaked a hand around Malik’s head and twisted a handful of hair between his fingers.

“Suck harder, bitch.”

Malik scowled inwardly since his mouth was busy. He tolerantly allowed Bakura to move his head, knowing full well that the thief wanted a faster pace. He almost learned how to not gag by now, but it still took effort not to cough up everything when Bakura shoved his dick down Malik’s throat. In response the Egyptian grazed his teeth slightly against the sensitive flesh, forcing an interesting sound out of the thief. As Bakura slightly released his grip Malik pulled back.

“Get back to it!” grinned Bakura, breathing heavily. “Not going to back out now are we?”

“Never that, my Pharaoh,” said Malik, smiling deviously.

As Bakura looked on, slightly puzzled, Malik decided to repeat his previous trick. After all, it had been successful before.

Bakura was slightly confused. Malik looked as if he was planning something, but as far as he was concerned it shouldn’t be anything all that clever. Abruptly Malik placed his cheek against Bakura’s crotch.

-That whore. Now I understand.- He gave a moan as the teen leant in, sending shocks through the thief’s spine. Bakura ran his hand through the Tomb Keeper's hair.

“Nice,” he murmured. He saw Malik’s mouth quirk up with a grin.

The Egyptian slowly licked his penis then, moving his head, he once again brought the whole thing into his mouth. Bakura bucked up into the warmth, surprising Malik a little, but he quickly adjusted, letting Bakura thrust into his mouth however much he liked.

After such ministrations Bakura couldn’t hold on much longer, and released into Malik’s awaiting mouth. Panting, he fell back on the chair and let go of the other. Malik fell back onto his arms, taking the pressure off his knees, and then checked the time.

“Under three minutes! Now will you tell me?” whined Malik.

“Gods, does shoving my cock down your throat not shut you up either?” breathed Bakura, pulling up his pants.

“Please.” Malik stood up seductively, bringing himself closer to Bakura so that they were inches away from each other.

“Stop being so impatient and shut up!” Bakura lashed out, grabbing Malik’s head and forcing him into a crushing kiss.

Malik stumbled forward, causing him to straddle Bakura and sit for purchase or otherwise resign to falling over. The thief stole into his mouth, invading the heat and tasting himself. Malik’s tongue found his, almost tentatively exploring the intrusion. As both surfaced for air Malik cocked his head.

“Tell!”

“Fine!” snarled Bakura.

Malik sat up, ready to listen.

“I’m here because I tried to get on the Pharaoh’s nerves.”

Malik continued to look expectant. Bakura sighed.

“You see, his bloody father was a heartless bastard. This,” he pointed at the Millennium Ring, “this is the work of evil. These Items are made of evil and all that possess them are poisoned by them!”

“This sounds like a bad horror story,” yawned Malik. He yelped as Bakura hit him around the face.

“Be quiet, fool. Don’t you dare mock my past.” A cold light appeared in Bakura’s eyes.
Malik stared in shock. He just wanted to lighten the mood. He bowed his head.

“I’m sorry, Bakura.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing changes,” mumbled the thief.

“In the end the old Pharaoh ordered my village burned. He called my people evil so that he could make the Millennium Items out of their souls. I saw it all. Everyone I loved. Everyone who loved me, who I cared for. All the hopes and lives were destroyed then because of the whim of some man!”

Bakura shook his head anger filling his eyes.

“He will pay with the soul of his son!”


Malik sat silently, unsure of what to do. It seemed inappropriate to be straddling someone who’s just told the tragedy of their life. He timidly touched the thief’s cheek. Bakura’s eyes immediately locked with his. It was slightly frightening.

“I’m sorry,” he said, not looking away.

He moved forward so their foreheads were touching.

“I’m sorry about what happened. I swear, although my hatred of the Pharaoh is not as justified, it is still as great and…”

He paused.

“…whatever use… you need me for…” he broke off.

A wicked grin spread across Bakura’s face.

“I’ll hold you to that, Ishtar.”