Stalemate

Disclaimer: I don’t own crap, “Why?”… Read and you’ll find out.

********* Ok people if you are easily offended…What are you doing on this site?! And get lost I’ve had enough people complaining about my choice of work on ff.net and I’ve got enough of that godforsaken site deleting my good work! Bloody bunch of bigots…. *sighs* and begins to cry over her best and most favorite work…

This is in memory and in revolt to the deletion (on ff.net) of my Angel Sanctuary yaoi story.

R.I.P: DENIAL
--I miss you!
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Title: Fruitful?

…I don’t know what possessed me but, whatever did: “FUCK YOU TOO! I’M GONNA FUCKING HATE MYSELF FOR WRITING THIS!” but it’s in my brain and I’ve got to let it out… *sigh* …

P.S: I apologize for any mistakes…I’m bad at proof reading… * sigh* I’m such a lazy ass.
Um sorry Marik's thoughts were cut out from the first time i posted this chapter, so i've added them again...^_^

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/It’s quite surprising actually/ I think as I look up and smile into his chocolate eyes /Shoulnd’t I feel something? I’m kinda numb—no. More…at peace. How long will it last?/ . I run my free hand down my bare belly drenching it in the warm sticky liquid there. I can feel my smile widening even as it turns bittersweet./How long will this last?/ He’s smiling back at me, his expression lost somewhere between the roads of pleasure and pain…It’s a familiar expression, I know it well, we could never find ourselves on those roads. Somehow to us they were one- and yet they were not.

“I’m tiered Marik.” He states simply, /And well you should be/ I think /After such a thing, it’s only human to start--falling asleep…/ I smile and lean my body into his, our bodies slick and pasted together with the liquid and my one hand is still holding the object of his release between us .

“So am I…” I reply and he wraps his arms around me, I sigh kissing his neck lightly as he moans into my ear. I look up at him and brush sweat drenched white hair from his forehead when his eyelids begin to droop. He stumbles forward and pins me up against the wall before grabing hold of my hips to rub against me. The sensation from the friction is overwhelming and I stifle a sob.

I bury my head in his neck desperately trying to labor my breathing even as I feel his hitch up, my limbs are trembling from exhaustion. I know in seconds one of us will pass out /Please Ra…If you are there…If you are among the stars… Let this night be perfect…/ I think even as I look up to his chocolate irises -- /FUCK!/ my mind screams /I can’t find them…He’s hiding them! He’s sleeping…/ I reach my free hand forward and touch it to his face “Bakura?” my tiered body is trembling now more from my fear then it’s exhaustion “Kura Bakura…” I whisper as I let my lips flutter softly upon his. His eyes snap open and he smiles at me again “I’m here…” I exhale and sigh in relief, I close my eyes and use my free hand again to run over his face and lips. He laughs lightly… well actually it was more chuckle...and I feel his tongue lick the liquid off my fingers.

I look into his eyes now, it’s what I want to do. I want to see if the reflection of our time together would flash in them, the recollection of the two of us, and maybe even the acceptance of what is true, of what is real. The comprehension of this thing, tI haI have, just at this precise moment, right know looking into his eyes, have come to terms with. And I see something there, it’s a glimmer…Just a glimmer and nothing more. But it’s there…

I open my mouth to voice all I need to say but this effort, along with the look blossoming in his eyes is all that it takes for the events of the past few months to flash before my own glazed eyes…

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I let my eyes flutter closed and my head drop back as my grip on the bitches hips tightened. She was bending over the pub’s bar, her upper body laying flat on it, her face turned to the side as her head rested on it. Her feet were dangling about an inch off the ground as I rammed myself into her over and over, her strangled moans were filling my ears…but that wasn’t enough.

/This is getting nowhere fast/ I thought as I pounded into her harder. I felt her ass tear and she let out a startled cry, I didn’t for one-minute slowdown or stop I just ground myself into her and continued my fury of thrusts. She was screaming something that I couldn’t fully understand as my eyes drifted over the crowd in the pub, they were looking for something. I didn’t know what until I saw him.

Bakura: The King Of Thieves. I knew it was him, not that I had known him personally at the time, not at all, I knew him by description and reputation alone. Though new to the town, I was quite resourceful and knew how to find out who was the Big Bad Wolf and who was “Little Red” in town. And “The King Of Thieves” as the city’s lesser and more promiscuous population (in every variety of the way), had come to call him, was definitely the Big Bad Wolf.

I watched him silently approach the bar, his angel white hair spiked in it’s tmarkmark horns. He was grinning broadly and he looked evil, I smiled in return still thrusting hard into the woman beneath me. She squirmed but I held her fast.

/Mmmplempletely edible… You’re more fuckable then I thought you’d be…/

As he moved forward the people parted before him, quite like the sea had been said to have done for Moses. That was respect…That was the fear. That was exactly how it was for me back home. But I had to move, now I was here…and here in front of this man who was going to expect me to ‘prove’ myself or to bend back for his every whim…It wouldn’t happen. Two days I had been frequenting this bar and people aly kny knew better then to cross me, it wouldn’t take long before this “King Of Thieves” came to understand this as well.

When he reached the empty space to my side he sat down and watched as my naked hips and penis rammed mercilessly into the whore’s ass. He smiled and stroked her hair leaning forward to lick her ear before he turned his attention back to me, his eyes making contact with mine.

“You, I take it, must be Marik.” He stated

“Yes I am” I answered my voice not in the least bit affected by the on going labor my hips were undertaking, I reached out one hand and placed it at the entrance of her vagina.

“And you must be ‘Bakura, The King Of thieves’ …I’ve heard quite a bit about you” I continued, his eyes hadn’t left where my body joined the whore’s.

“Yes I’m sure you have…Just as I’ve heard a lot about you.” He looked up at my eyes then and grinned. An expression that was more then mildly tainted with malice “please, Marcallcall me Kura.” He said as he reached his hand out, I removed my hand from between her legs and entwined my moistened hand with his own in a shake. He grinned when I let sniffing his fingers, seeming to enjoy their smell, then licking the moisture of his hand.

“Mmmm, sweeter then blood.” He whispered

“Unfortunately, fucking bitch doesn’t feel as good.” I muttered as I slapped her one visible cheek.

He laughed “You, my friend, are looking in all the lesser places for a fuck to suit a king.”

“It takes time to find the higher standard fucks in a town you don’t know Kura.” I replied straining to reach my peek and failing miserably. I was beginning to get quite irritated with the woman.

“Really? I wouldn’t know…I’ve never had to leave these streets…I’ve always owned them and I own them still.” We made eye contact, I understood what he meant, the threat and mockery that underlined his words: I had to leave my streets, I had to leave my home.
“Fucking punk assed bitch!” I shot at him though my eyes were settled on the woman who I slapped again “Squeeze you stupid whore!” she did as she was told and I moaned, but that was it…no fulfillment. I had closed my eyes briefly but then I looked at him intently “ Mm? Yes I’m sure…I, on the other hand, have owned the streets in many cities…All of which were previously owned by “Kings” that quivered at the thought moving on to new lands.”

His eyes narrowed, he recognized that we both were speaking the same language and he squared his shoulders ready to lash out, just then a pretty looking girl materialized from the crowd and placed a hand on one of his broad shoulders.

“B-Bakura” she whispered, her eyes were puffy and her voice hoarse, she wasn’t older then 19. She had been crying.

“Not now Penny! I’m busy.” Her hand tightened on his shoulder and he snapped his eyes towards her and growled. She let go and backed away. He turned and faced me attempting to speak again but Penny burst into tears.

“I’m pregnant Bakura! I’m pregnant with your child!” she screeched out, tears streamed down her face and her body shook visibly. I saw Kura’s eyes widen then narrow turning towards her he placed his hands on her hips and smiled.

“ly?”ly?” he questioned, she nodded. If I did not understand his type I would have been fooled by the satin he’d laced his voice with. His words were pure evil, but Penny was not aware of this. She brightened at his voice.

“Yes?”

“You must be mistaken…” he placed his hand on her stomach and looked up in mock reflection “Yes…Yes you are wrong!”

She frowned “Yes I am pregnant! …The doctor says I am!”

“Really? Is that what he said?” I could see it coming, see it in the way he tensed. My body began to tingle in anticipation, the thoughts of what he was about to do flashed in my mind and my hips thrust farther within the whore.

/Yes! Yes… Do it you asshole…Let me see…give me my release!/

The girl nodded, and he nodded back “Well that’s only because I know something he doesn’t know.” He stated simply and the girl frowned confused.

“W-what is that?” I could tell she knew something was wrong as soon as she asked the question. She trto bto back away but he grabbed her, and threw his fist forward connecting with her stomach. The girl screamed and doubled over. I cried out loudly in pleasure and Kura’s eyes snapped towards me, and I watched as they narrowed in apprehension. He obliged me. He grabbed the girl by the hair and began punching he repeatedly in the stomach. I timed my thrusts with his punches.

“Yeah…Fuck…Fuck…fuck…FUCK!” I finally screamed as I came into the prostitute. He let go of the Penny girl and watched as I caught my breath, then I backed away and pulled up my pants that were, miraculously, still clinging to my spread thighs. He watched this and watched as the whore stood before me, I waited for her do to what I had taught her to in the two days I had fucked her. She stretched her hand as to beg for the money me and I smiled before reaching in my back pocket and pulling out her pay. She took her money and made her way on unstable feet, and with obvious difficulty to the door.

When she was gone Kura offered me a cigarette and ordered me a drink: I accepted both. The anger that had previously been in his eyes was forgotten; as he looked me over one more time he smiled.

“I think maybe I’ve misjudged you Marik…I think, perhaps, we have gotten off on the wrong foot…” I also looked him over, taking him in once again.

“Yes, I think that perhaps we have.”

“Shall we start again?”

“That might turn out to be fruitful…”

“Hopefully” he added staring at the moaning Penny on the floor “A little less fruitful then my little Penny there.”s

I laughed maliciously, “Yes…Yes--Penny? …What a fitting name.”

He chuckled.