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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,327
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Dark or Light?
I do not own YuGiOh, if I did I would be quite rich and you would see much more boy on boy action.
To avoid confusion, I'll give you a bit of a guide line:
Yami Malik: Marik
Yami Bakura: Bakura
Mind link: ~...~
Prologue
It was a nice Friday night at Domino city, Bakura, Malik and his yami where sitting in Ryou’s clean and neatly organized living room, as the boy always liked to keep it. Everything was quite peaceful, it was simply a quiet night at home. That of course, meant that the three were bored out of their minds and pretty much about to go on a psychotic and gory killing-spree if they didn’t find something to do soon. Very soon.
Malik was at the moment sitting upside down on the couch, next to Bakura with his legs on the head rest and his head on the floor. Bakura was just sitting between the two, his arm crossed across his chest and Marik was pretty much lounging there, his feet up on the coffee table, occupying himself by fantasying about a certain tomb robber and the many many enjoyable things he could do to him. Oh and in his dirty and psychotic mind, there was so many ways he could touch him, ravish him, make him scream out his name that his brain was always full of fresh and kinky fantasies.
That’s right, Marik wanted Bakura. He wanted him quite badly actually. Many times he had to restrain himself from pushing him against a wall and fuck him hard right there on the spot. But of course fucking him wasn’t a possibility, because he didn’t know if the tomb robber felt the same way. And so our psychotic Egyptian decided to just wait until he lost control and just let his wild hormones take over, or preferably, until the time right. ‘There’s no hurry’ he told himself ‘It’s not like I have competition’’
But little did he know that his light half was also very fond of the same tomb robber. Oh yes, our little Malik wanted Bakura just as much as Marik. Many times, he also wanted to just let his raging teenage-boy hormones take over and just rip off his clothes and do many delicious things. He didn’t of course, for the same reason as Marik, he had no clue if Bakura felt the same way. ‘Meh, I can wait, it’s not like there’s someone else who wants him anyway. Well, not someone I can’t get rid of anyway.’ he thought.
Well now that you know this very important plot twist, let’s get back to the story. Bakura yawned and stretched, shifting a bit on the couch he had been sitting on for what sd tod to be an eternity. “How long exactly do we have to stay low?”
Malik sighed a bit, reflecting on his answer a bit before speaking “I’d say for another week”
Marik looked over at the two irritably and growled before glaring down at his hikari “You know, this is all YOUR fault! The police is watching YOU, not me or Bakura.”
Malik glared right back, though it wasn’t very efficient seeing that he was standing upside down, his normally skimpy shirt showing off even more of his toned stomach as it rode up thanks to gravity and the blood was rushing to his head, making him feel a bit dizzy.
“It’s not all MY fault. Everything I did, you and Bakura did it with me. The only actual reasons the cops are watching ME, is because I’m the only one here who isn’t a 3000 year spirit so I’m the only one with an actual police file!” (1)
For some of you who may wonder what in the devils name is going on, I shall explain;
You see, the three destructive boys decided to set Wal-Mart on fire. Why would they do that? Well for one thing they are insane, and secondly because Marik didn’t find the brand of little animal crackers he liked. Thus he decided revenge should be set upon the animal cracker-less store. Malik and Bakura always liked setting things on fire, especially things that have employees that do pep cheers in the morning. (2)
But unfortunately for them, there were cops parked outside to check out a call they had about a youngster who stole a plastic bag and they saw the three running out of the store, laughing manically as the building started to burn. That raised suspicion, especially since they’ve been recently getting complaints about three psycho teenage boys and so, they started to watch them.
Bakura had stayed quiet for a moment, letting the two argue but he quirked a brow as he recalled the events and looked at Marik “Come to think of it, it was your idea to set it on fire, so it’s your fault””
Marik gaped at Bakura, realizing just how right he was and sweat dropped “Okay, lets stop blaming each other; come on it’s everyone’s fault.”
Malik rolled his eyes “Oh sure, you say that now...”
Bakura, having thought of something they could do, got up with his trade mark devious smirk on his face. “Hey guys, I took a very interesting video tape of that midget pharaoh and Kaiba.” Marik and Malik both raised a brow and smirked as well, oh how what a sneaky bastard the tomb robber was sometimes...moments like this of course made them want him even more.
He continued with a detached tone “I was going to use it for black mail but I guess I can show you two, it would be something to do while we’re stuck in here.”
“Interesting… show us!” Said Malik as he shifted from his upside down position to a normal seated one.
Bakura chuckled a bit, quite amused at the children-like look on the Egyptian’s face and walked over the television set. To retrieve the mystery tape, he bended down to look in the covert under the television set. Of course, he didn’t exactly realize that he was giving a very nice view to Malik and Marik who were gawking and drooling at him, well more at his firm behind.
‘ Hmm… nice ass ’ They both thought at the same time, then stared at each other in shock. Now you must understand that under most circumstance a yami and hikari can’t hear each other’s thoughts, unless they mean to. Although, since they both thought the exact same thing at the precise same time, the links connected and they heard each others thought.
Marik glared at his light, his fist clenching as waves of jealousy and confusion came over him. ~What was that?!~
Malik glared back, sharing the same angry emotions. ~I should be asking you that! Are you attracted to Bakura!?~
~So what if I am?!~
~Well you better back off because he’s going to be mine!~
At this point Marik, boiling with anger and caught up in the moment, jumped up and yelled out loud as he pointed menacingly to his other half. “Like hell he is!!!”
Bakura who had found the tape and was about to announce that to his friends now sheepishly stood there, blinking at Marik for his sudden outburst. Marik and Malik slowly turned their head to look at him sweat dropping and looking quite embarassed.
Marik blushed, feeling really stupid for yelling like that. He rubbed the back of his spiky-haired head as he tried to come up with an explanation but only came up with; “Hm……”
Bakura shook his head, rasing his hand in the air to stop h“I d“I don’t even want to know! I’m getting a beer…” He left, heading for the kitchen, mumbling on his way something that sounded very much like ‘fucking weirdos’
After the tomb robber left, Malik got up to his feet and whacked his yami across the head. “You idiot! You really had to yell that out loud didn’t you?! Now he thinks we’re weird.”
Marik growled at him, rubbing his head where he had been knocked “Don’t you hit me, mortal! “ He smacked him back, being the impulsive and rather childish person he was. “And news flash, he already thought we were weird.“
Malik decided to end the hitting there, knowing that if it goes on much further they’ll be rolling around on the floor, pulling each other’s hair. “Oh yeah……” He narrows his eyes at Marik “Well like I said, you better back off because Bakura will be mine!”
Marik practically hissed his answer back. “Not if I have anything to say about it! ”
Malik ,once again realising that this will most likely end up in a hair pulling fight, crossed his arms across his chest and said in a reasonable tone “ Look, this is going nowhere. We don’t even know if he likes either of us.“
Marik rubs the back of his neck, frowing slightly “Yeah, that’s true...”
“Tell you what, we have a week ahead of us where we can’t do anything illegal, lets both try to get with Bakura, and let him make the right choice”
Marik smirks and crossed his arms assuredly “Alright, I think it’s a great idea…you do realize you don’t stand a chance against me”
Malik smirks back “We’ll just see about that.“
Bakura walked back in the living room, a beer in hand, he blinked a bit at the look the two Egyptians were giving him. It was not reassuring at all, to say the least. “Hmm… just what’s going on?”
Malik and Marik grinned innocently “nothing…”
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(1) Yes, I do realise that yami Malik is not actually an ancient spirit like Bakura, but actually the result of Malik’s hate and schizophrenia. It just works out better this way, so just bear with me.
(2) They do, I swear they do. It’s quite scary actually...
The lemon will not come until the last chapter, sorry to dissapoint anyone. I won't take long to update though, promise.
Please Review! ^___^
To avoid confusion, I'll give you a bit of a guide line:
Yami Malik: Marik
Yami Bakura: Bakura
Mind link: ~...~
Prologue
It was a nice Friday night at Domino city, Bakura, Malik and his yami where sitting in Ryou’s clean and neatly organized living room, as the boy always liked to keep it. Everything was quite peaceful, it was simply a quiet night at home. That of course, meant that the three were bored out of their minds and pretty much about to go on a psychotic and gory killing-spree if they didn’t find something to do soon. Very soon.
Malik was at the moment sitting upside down on the couch, next to Bakura with his legs on the head rest and his head on the floor. Bakura was just sitting between the two, his arm crossed across his chest and Marik was pretty much lounging there, his feet up on the coffee table, occupying himself by fantasying about a certain tomb robber and the many many enjoyable things he could do to him. Oh and in his dirty and psychotic mind, there was so many ways he could touch him, ravish him, make him scream out his name that his brain was always full of fresh and kinky fantasies.
That’s right, Marik wanted Bakura. He wanted him quite badly actually. Many times he had to restrain himself from pushing him against a wall and fuck him hard right there on the spot. But of course fucking him wasn’t a possibility, because he didn’t know if the tomb robber felt the same way. And so our psychotic Egyptian decided to just wait until he lost control and just let his wild hormones take over, or preferably, until the time right. ‘There’s no hurry’ he told himself ‘It’s not like I have competition’’
But little did he know that his light half was also very fond of the same tomb robber. Oh yes, our little Malik wanted Bakura just as much as Marik. Many times, he also wanted to just let his raging teenage-boy hormones take over and just rip off his clothes and do many delicious things. He didn’t of course, for the same reason as Marik, he had no clue if Bakura felt the same way. ‘Meh, I can wait, it’s not like there’s someone else who wants him anyway. Well, not someone I can’t get rid of anyway.’ he thought.
Well now that you know this very important plot twist, let’s get back to the story. Bakura yawned and stretched, shifting a bit on the couch he had been sitting on for what sd tod to be an eternity. “How long exactly do we have to stay low?”
Malik sighed a bit, reflecting on his answer a bit before speaking “I’d say for another week”
Marik looked over at the two irritably and growled before glaring down at his hikari “You know, this is all YOUR fault! The police is watching YOU, not me or Bakura.”
Malik glared right back, though it wasn’t very efficient seeing that he was standing upside down, his normally skimpy shirt showing off even more of his toned stomach as it rode up thanks to gravity and the blood was rushing to his head, making him feel a bit dizzy.
“It’s not all MY fault. Everything I did, you and Bakura did it with me. The only actual reasons the cops are watching ME, is because I’m the only one here who isn’t a 3000 year spirit so I’m the only one with an actual police file!” (1)
For some of you who may wonder what in the devils name is going on, I shall explain;
You see, the three destructive boys decided to set Wal-Mart on fire. Why would they do that? Well for one thing they are insane, and secondly because Marik didn’t find the brand of little animal crackers he liked. Thus he decided revenge should be set upon the animal cracker-less store. Malik and Bakura always liked setting things on fire, especially things that have employees that do pep cheers in the morning. (2)
But unfortunately for them, there were cops parked outside to check out a call they had about a youngster who stole a plastic bag and they saw the three running out of the store, laughing manically as the building started to burn. That raised suspicion, especially since they’ve been recently getting complaints about three psycho teenage boys and so, they started to watch them.
Bakura had stayed quiet for a moment, letting the two argue but he quirked a brow as he recalled the events and looked at Marik “Come to think of it, it was your idea to set it on fire, so it’s your fault””
Marik gaped at Bakura, realizing just how right he was and sweat dropped “Okay, lets stop blaming each other; come on it’s everyone’s fault.”
Malik rolled his eyes “Oh sure, you say that now...”
Bakura, having thought of something they could do, got up with his trade mark devious smirk on his face. “Hey guys, I took a very interesting video tape of that midget pharaoh and Kaiba.” Marik and Malik both raised a brow and smirked as well, oh how what a sneaky bastard the tomb robber was sometimes...moments like this of course made them want him even more.
He continued with a detached tone “I was going to use it for black mail but I guess I can show you two, it would be something to do while we’re stuck in here.”
“Interesting… show us!” Said Malik as he shifted from his upside down position to a normal seated one.
Bakura chuckled a bit, quite amused at the children-like look on the Egyptian’s face and walked over the television set. To retrieve the mystery tape, he bended down to look in the covert under the television set. Of course, he didn’t exactly realize that he was giving a very nice view to Malik and Marik who were gawking and drooling at him, well more at his firm behind.
‘ Hmm… nice ass ’ They both thought at the same time, then stared at each other in shock. Now you must understand that under most circumstance a yami and hikari can’t hear each other’s thoughts, unless they mean to. Although, since they both thought the exact same thing at the precise same time, the links connected and they heard each others thought.
Marik glared at his light, his fist clenching as waves of jealousy and confusion came over him. ~What was that?!~
Malik glared back, sharing the same angry emotions. ~I should be asking you that! Are you attracted to Bakura!?~
~So what if I am?!~
~Well you better back off because he’s going to be mine!~
At this point Marik, boiling with anger and caught up in the moment, jumped up and yelled out loud as he pointed menacingly to his other half. “Like hell he is!!!”
Bakura who had found the tape and was about to announce that to his friends now sheepishly stood there, blinking at Marik for his sudden outburst. Marik and Malik slowly turned their head to look at him sweat dropping and looking quite embarassed.
Marik blushed, feeling really stupid for yelling like that. He rubbed the back of his spiky-haired head as he tried to come up with an explanation but only came up with; “Hm……”
Bakura shook his head, rasing his hand in the air to stop h“I d“I don’t even want to know! I’m getting a beer…” He left, heading for the kitchen, mumbling on his way something that sounded very much like ‘fucking weirdos’
After the tomb robber left, Malik got up to his feet and whacked his yami across the head. “You idiot! You really had to yell that out loud didn’t you?! Now he thinks we’re weird.”
Marik growled at him, rubbing his head where he had been knocked “Don’t you hit me, mortal! “ He smacked him back, being the impulsive and rather childish person he was. “And news flash, he already thought we were weird.“
Malik decided to end the hitting there, knowing that if it goes on much further they’ll be rolling around on the floor, pulling each other’s hair. “Oh yeah……” He narrows his eyes at Marik “Well like I said, you better back off because Bakura will be mine!”
Marik practically hissed his answer back. “Not if I have anything to say about it! ”
Malik ,once again realising that this will most likely end up in a hair pulling fight, crossed his arms across his chest and said in a reasonable tone “ Look, this is going nowhere. We don’t even know if he likes either of us.“
Marik rubs the back of his neck, frowing slightly “Yeah, that’s true...”
“Tell you what, we have a week ahead of us where we can’t do anything illegal, lets both try to get with Bakura, and let him make the right choice”
Marik smirks and crossed his arms assuredly “Alright, I think it’s a great idea…you do realize you don’t stand a chance against me”
Malik smirks back “We’ll just see about that.“
Bakura walked back in the living room, a beer in hand, he blinked a bit at the look the two Egyptians were giving him. It was not reassuring at all, to say the least. “Hmm… just what’s going on?”
Malik and Marik grinned innocently “nothing…”
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(1) Yes, I do realise that yami Malik is not actually an ancient spirit like Bakura, but actually the result of Malik’s hate and schizophrenia. It just works out better this way, so just bear with me.
(2) They do, I swear they do. It’s quite scary actually...
The lemon will not come until the last chapter, sorry to dissapoint anyone. I won't take long to update though, promise.
Please Review! ^___^