Voice in the Dark

Title: Voice in the Dark
Pairing(s): BakuraxMalik, mentions of RashidxMalik
Rating: R
Description: What I think could've happened if Bakura had won that duel against Marik. Set in Bakura's POV.
Warnings: Yaoi, lime/lemon, a bit of swearing here and there.
Disclaimer: Do not own Yu-gi-oh or any of it's characters.

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I was in shock for a short while, unable to believe that I had just delivered the final blow to that maniac’s lifepoints. Humph, that body snatcher wasn’t that much of a challenge anyway. I smirk at him and slowly begin to laugh. Everything was falling into place. With Malik’s body free of that demon, he would give me the Sennen Rod, and the secrets of the Pharaoh. Total world domination would soon be mine.

The transparent figure of Malik beside me disappeared, I watched as Marik was chased into total darkness by his slightly less insane half.

‘You’ll never be rid of me you fool! I will be back.’

‘I’m so sure, Marik’ I said back to him, smirking like there was no tomorrow. Oh but there would a tomorrow, my future was looking bright. Very bright indeed.

Malik now opened his eyes, blinking a bit to get used to his body again I suppose. I crossed my arms and walked up to him, having no patience for him to adjust. I wanted that rod and ancient secrets now. To the right I saw what seemed to be Yuugi walking into our now finished shadow game. I looked more closely at his features to notice that is was in fact the spirit of the puzzle. That baka, always ruining everyone’s fun.

‘Marik!’ he yelled almost annoyingly. Although he stopped short before going onto his righteous rant to notice a difference in Marik.

‘M-Malik?’ Yami asked, looking quite shocked. He looked at me quickly before turning his attention back to Malik.

I watched as Malik turned to face Yami, lowering his head, out of shame no doubt. I can understand why, Malik had no power now. His rod and secrets to that Pharaoh over there were soon to be in my possession.

‘Yes, it’s me. Bakura and I defeated my darker half in a shadow game. You…you don’t need to worry about him anymore.’

Heh, yes, Yuugi doesn’t need to be too concerned about Marik. But Malik on the other hand still possesses Ra. While conversing with Malik I felt a reluctance to power. He doesn’t want to become Pharaoh anymore. I’m sure of it.

Yami seemed to stay quiet for a long moment. No doubt he was having a conversation with Yuugi in his mind about Malik. Which gave me an idea, with the power of my Sennen Ring, I spoke into Malik’s mind.

‘You know, you’re not out of the tournament yet, Malik. Are you still going to duel the Pharaoh even though your reason to no longer exists?’

He was silent for a bit before speaking to me.

‘…I guess I have to think about that. You’re right, there is no real point in dueling him anymore. But I don’t want to just surrender either.’

‘Tch’ I scoffed before turning to Yami.

‘Well isn’t this a happy little get-together. Looks like you’ve nothing to worry about now, Yuugi. Although I’d keep a tight grip on that puzzle of yours..’ I said, briefly looking down at the golden mini upside down pyramid hanging around his neck. He narrowed his deep purple eyes at me before I walked down from the dueling arena and past him. I heard footsteps, Malik was following me.

‘I’m still in the tournament, Pharaoh. If chance comes that I do duel against you…I will be dueling for all the right reasons.’

‘Gods, hurry up Malik,’ I grunt annoyingly to voice my thin patience.

‘We’ll talk more in the morning, my Pharaoh.’

‘Yes, we will’ Yami said, turning around to watch us walk out of the ever decreasing shadow magic.

Once we were out near the elevator doors, I saw that annoying friend of Ryou’s, Anzu. Why my host hangs around such obnoxious mortals is beyond me. I’ve taught him better than that! Malik and I walk past her. I take her stunned silence as she wasn’t expecting to see both Malik and I walk out alive from a shadow game.

We stepped into the glass elevator, Malik pressed a few buttons and it immediately started to lower us down to where our rooms were. We walked out and headed down the long hallway of rooms. Malik stopped in front of his and swiped his card key to open the door.

‘I suppose I’ll see you in the morning too, Bakura. And…thank you for helping me reclaim my body.’

He looked me square in the eye. He sincerely meant what he just said. But I wasn’t about to say ‘you’re welcome’ and walk off.

Just as he was about to walk through his door, I placed an arm in front of him to block his way.

‘We had a deal, or did you forget, Malik?’ I sneered at him. A look of resignation crossed over his tanned face as he looked through into his room, before looking back at me.

‘Come in’ he said to me somewhat quietly. I lowered my arm and followed him into his room. He turned on the lamp beside the bed and looked out the blimp window.

‘As promised, the Sennen Rod is now yours’ he turned around to face me with the Rod in hand, reaching his arm out to give it to me. I walked up and took it. His slightly warm fingers brushing against mine as I took it. I ignored the tingly feeling it gave me as I looked over the Sennen Rod. I was one step closer to achieving my goal. I looked up at Malik and put the Rod in my pocket.

‘Do I need to remind you of the other part of our deal?’ I said to him, eager to learn these so-called ancient secrets he had been hiding from me.

‘Since you already had a Sennen item before our paths crossed, I assume you know a bit of ancient Egyptian text?’ Malik asked me, now facing back towards the window.

‘Just keep your end of the deal, Malik. Give me the secret of the Pharaoh, now!’

I heard him gasp at my assertiveness. Well, what does he expect? I’ve been waiting far too long. It’s about time he made good on his word.

‘Fine’ he said as he bowed his head and pulled the black muscle shirt over his head. Exposing his back to me. I looked more closely to see Egyptian markings imprinted into his skin. I stepped closer and looked down at them. The three Egyptian Gods were also etched into him. The markings seemed familiar to me, I thought for a moment that I could read them. I subconsciously reached out and touched the text, thinking it would help me understand them. I found myself running my fingertips down Malik’s back, to the slight curve in it where the markings ended. I looked over Malik’s shoulder to see his reflection in the window. His lean chest moving up and down rapidly. My eyes seemed to be locked on Malik’s chest. I couldn’t move them away to save my life, or Ryou’s life, rather. What was happening to me? Why was I drawn to this mortal? What’s so different about him from the others? And why did I feel the overwhelming need to lean down and put my lips to his neck?

The want to look into Malik’s eyes broke the apparent spell on me to stare at his upper body. I was greeted with soft lavender orbs, staring almost pleadingly at me. Deciding to take that as a positive sign, I brushed Malik’s sand coloured hair back from his neck. With that gold neck brace on, I looked up just under Malik’s chin. I leaned around, cupping Malik’s face softly. I was just about to lean down before stopping short at his pierced ear.

‘Tell me what you want, Malik.’

The question was simple enough, but I wondered if Malik could answer it just as easily. The fact that I was just lingering there, breathing down his neck seemed to make it all the more difficult for Malik to answer me. It amused me to no end, to think that this human in my grasp previously went after what he wanted without caring for the well being of others. To quivering and breathing heavily, unable to answer the simple question of what he wanted. Ever since he bought the Sennen Ring back to me after I lost my duel against Yuugi, I felt a strange connection to him. Not because he was also using Ryou’s body to duel Marik, but an…emotional connection? Psh, impossible. But…he said he needed me. It struck a strange cord in my heart. No one ever needed me in the past. Maybe becoming close to him would benefit me in more ways than one.

‘You didn’t answer my question’ I reminded him. His head was now leaning back against my shoulder, I saw him straining to come up with a coherent answer.

‘I’m… not sure what I want anymore.’ He finally said to me. But I felt there was more to his answer than just that, and he proved my assumption right as he groped his hands down my thighs behind him. I had to say, his touches made me tingle inside.

‘But I’m sure that right now, all I want is you.’ He gripped my thighs tighter and subtly pushed back. His answer made my jeans feel a little tight. I couldn’t stand it anymore either. But just for my amusement, I delayed my wet assault on his neck. Watching Malik grow even more impatient.

‘Just getting even for you making me wait all this time for my rewards.’

I leant down and hungrily sucked just below his ear. A very sensitive spot on anyone’s being. Even myself. An aroused moan was heard from Malik. Such a sweet sound. My hand moved away from Malik’s face to move down his bare chest. The other came to his right hip, pulling him back to meet mine. I increased the suction on his upper neck and ground my hips into his khaki clad ass.

Another beautiful and louder moan escaped Malik’s lips. Oh this was going to be good. I could feel it. I then heard Malik laugh breathlessly.

‘Tell me, Bakura. Exactly what rod of yours can I feel right now?’

My mouth stayed on Malik’s neck a while longer before I answered.

‘I think you know which one, Malik.’ I said to him, equally as breathless now. Our eyes locked as I lifted my gaze to meet his, his eyes were swimming…no, drowning in lust. My vision seemed a little hazed, so I guessed that my eyes didn’t look all that clear either. But my vision was good enough to look down at Malik’s parted and panting lips. Every breath he took drew me in closer, until I found my mouth pressed against his. I felt my self-control weakening with every passing moment that our lips stayed in contact. I had desired many things in my existence, but Malik… he was like a new found jewel that no one in this world or the next could possibly put a price on. My previously idle hand that was resting on his chest moved down across his toned stomach. I felt his muscles move under his silken dark skin, I chanced my luck and moved it down lower still. Malik gasped against my mouth as my hand found the rim of his pants. I quickly slipped my tongue past his lips and into his warm cavern. He tasted like some kind of Egyptian spice, heh, didn’t surprise me. While I started exploring his mouth, my hand started to unfasten his pants. Undoing the button and eventually pulling down the zip, I rubbed my hand down from his navel, into his pants to his burning loins. I was surprised however as I was greeted with warm bare skin. I mentally chuckled and rubbed the palm of my hand against him. His body was now shuddering against mine, he had to break our heated kiss for air. His hands shot out to lean against the window to balance himself. He arched his back as my nimble fingers curled around his erection and slowly stroked him. The whole while my hips rubbing enticingly against his rear. I was driving him mad and he knew it. By the way his member was throbbing in my hand, I could tell that he was enjoying it thoroughly, and wouldn’t last much longer if I kept it up.

I let go of his heated flesh and pulled my hand from his pants, he continued to pant and pleadingly looked over his shoulder at me through blond strains. He took his hands off the window and turned around. The sight of Malik half-naked, sweating, breathing heavily, and his pants undone and just barely hanging onto his hips. It was enough to send me over the edge in that moment. I lunged forward and nearly crashed myself and Malik through the window as I pinned him against it. I took his lips with mine again and kissed him properly. Instead of his head hanging back over my shoulder like before. I felt him bring his hands up and thread them through my hair, settling them at the nape of my neck. He gripped my head and held me to him, my tongue entered his mouth again, this time Malik played back and rubbed his against mine. I moaned into his mouth as he unthreaded his fingers from my silvery hair and pulled my pale blue shirt off. His hands moved down to the hem of my blue and white striped T-shirt, sliding his fingers up under them to caress over my skin. I let him have his way for a while as his hands moved up over my navel to draw circles around my ever-hardening nipples. It was my turn to moan into Malik’s mouth as he squeezed harder, and his tongue thrust deeper into my mouth, almost down my throat. I could’ve eaten him alive, and if I was that hungry and without food, I probably would have. He tasted and felt so good, once again my patience was growing thin. I didn’t know how much longer I could put up with this torturous foreplay that Malik enjoyed so fucking much. Didn’t he know that no matter how much he delayed out eventual act, I would get what I wanted by the end. Malik gave me one last twist of his fingertips, one last lick of his tongue, and one last thrust of his hips, and my control snapped in two.

I grabbed Malik by the arm and hurled him around, chucking him on the bed. I immediately pounced him straight after. He smirked at me and kicked his shoes off, I followed suit and went onto tugging Malik’s still undone pants down and off completely. He grabbed my head and pulled me down for another kiss, his hands moved down to undo and pull my jeans off, throwing them to the corner of the room. I heard a faint clanging sound as the Sennen Rod that was in my pocket met the hard floor. I pulled back to look at his now fully nude form. Sparkles of gold shining under the light of the room ,on nearly every curve of his body. The golden neckband, two single bands around his upper arms, two golden bands covering his forearms, similar to that around his neck. And a single one around his left thigh. I never noticed that one before. I laughed softly and bent down low to lick around the said band on his thigh. Malik panted and closed his eyes as my tongue then explored the plains of his body. I didn’t miss an inch, well, apart from a good 7 to 8 inches that were protruding from his body that is.

I moved back up his body to look into his eyes, but there were tightly squeezed shut.

‘Open your eyes,’ I spoke to him; I had grown to like staring into his lilac depths. He slowly obeyed me and his eyelids fluttered open to look at me. I gripped his thighs and spread them slightly, moving in between them and settling down, resting on my elbows that were bent beside Malik’s side.

‘Have you ever done this before?’ I asked him, breathing into his ear, eagerly awaiting his reply.

‘Not really…’ he breathed his answer to me. I thrust my member against his to draw his honest answer out. Tearing a groan from his throat.

‘Are you sure you haven’t? What about that friend of yours, Rashid? I find it hard to believe that he hasn’t tried to get closer to you than just wanting to be your brother’. I saw a blush stain his cheeks. I smirked and laughed a little too loudly.

‘Maybe I’ve done a little…experimenting.’

Ha, yes, that was the answer I was expecting to hear. Too bad Rashid wasn’t around to see his ‘little brother’ now.

‘Well why don’t you put some of your ‘experimenting’ to use, ne?’ I whispered suggestively into his ear.

I was caught off my guard as he suddenly flipped me over so he was hovering above me. He leaned down to kiss me roughly, forcing his tongue into my mouth before pulling it out and nibbling on my lower lip. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Damn him, he’d caught me off guard and now he was in control. But it was so arousing seeing him turn the tables. I was interested to see just what Malik had in store for me. He seized my arms and pinned them to the mattress underneath us, lowering his head he took one of my nipples into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it, before pulling back slightly to blow on it, then nip it not too gently. It sent tiny shock waves through my body. Like I had just been struck by lightning and I was still conscious and going through the aftershock. Someone had taught Malik well, and whether it was Rashid or not, I didn’t care. I was the one he was giving pleasure to right now. A thought drifted in the back of my mind that I wouldn’t complain if this happened again. But my train of thought was cut short as Malik let go of my arms and moved down to lick around my navel. I watched as his tongue set on an exploration of my mid-section. Malik’s tanned skin looked darker than normal against my pale complexion. Like chocolate and cream. Hmm… Malik and I with some chocolate and cream didn’t sound like that bad of an idea. Once again, Malik distracted my kinky thoughts as he licked up my arousal. His eyes held mine as his mouth and tongue moved up and down my member, each and every time not touching the head. I felt a bead of sweat run down from my temple to stop at my chin. It departed from my face to splash on my heaving chest as Malik took my erection completely into his mouth. He left no space untouched, I didn’t quite fit all the way into his mouth, so he brought a hand up to pump the rest of me. I wasn’t one to make that much noise during sexual acts, but staring into Malik’s eyes while he was pleasuring me like no one ever had before, I had to suppress a loud moan. I couldn’t hold it in any longer as the head of my length hit the back of his throat. Malik forced his throat open and kept my arousal deep in his mouth, starting to swallow around me. I brought up a hand to his cheek and stroked it uncharacteristically softly. He closed his eyes and concentrated more on the task at hand. I let my eyes slide shut and my head hang over my shoulders, my hand moving from Malik’s cheek to run through his hair. I bucked my hips up to his mouth; I was so close, I could tell by the certain tingle I felt all over my body, especially in my groin. I ran my hand down over Malik’s shoulders and felt the Egyptian markings there; I stroked them with my fingertips, tracing the patterns. Malik lunged forward one final time and it was enough to bring me over the edge as my hand moved back up to grip in Malik’s pale blond hair. I cried out as I came down Malik’s throat, I looked down at him to see him swallow what he could of it. Some of my essence seeped out from the corner of his mouth; I pulled him forward and licked it off, smirking at him as I noticed the surprised look on his features.

‘Well someone’s taught you well’ I said, my voice rising slightly in amusement. Malik didn’t seem to hear me however. I stared down at his seated position to see that he was still very much aroused. I looked over his thighs, up his hips, to the muscles of his enticing torso. I was getting hard again just looking at him.

‘I guess I owe you a little something’ I said as I turned the tables that Malik had previously flipped. I turned him over on the bed; his hair landing in a way that made him look like he had a halo. I leaned down to suckle on the junction between his chin and neck, which was sweet to the taste because of the sheen of sweat all over his body. His breathing was laboured and shaky, I was tempted to just thrust into him right there. I tried to until he put his hands up on my shoulders to stop me.

‘What are you doing? If you don’t use some form of lubrication it’ll hurt the both of us, quite a bit’ he said to me a-matter-of-factly. I just grinned down at him with a devilish glint in my chocolate eyes.

‘And what makes you think that concerns me, Malik?’

His serious look turned into a slightly confused but more worried one. Without taking Malik’s advice I thrust into him quickly. I felt a slight tinge of regret as I saw tears form in the corners of Malik’s eyes, slowly dripping down to where the small black tattoos around his eyes were. I leaned down and licked them, then down to his mouth and pried it open with my tongue. I kissed him slowly and reassuringly, putting as much gentleness as I could into it to take his mind off the pain he was feeling on the south of his body. It didn’t help however, as I thrust into him again. Damn him, I’m tired of having to be patient with him. What is the point of delaying the inevitable?

‘Just relax, Malik. And it won’t hurt so much’ I tell him, hoping he’d take my advice and relax his fucking muscles already. I slowly thrust in again, but to no avail as I hear him whimper in pain. I’d had it; I was not going to make compromises any longer. Malik apparently noticed this, and before I got the chance to make my move, he had moved back so I was no longer in contact with him.

‘What’s wrong with you?!’ I almost yell at him. Was this some kind of game to him? He’ll learn the hard way that you never play around with a thief. That… would be the thief’s job.

‘Just give the lubricant a try and I promise it’ll feel much better. Aren’t you…’ he paused in mid sentence and I wondered what he was going to say.

‘…aren’t you tired of feeling pain, Bakura?’

The answer to that was simple.

‘Pain is pleasure to me, Malik. I thought you understood that, but apparently you don’t.’

‘Well, why don’t you try starting off with pleasure, because it will amount to even greater pleasure. Even more so than the painful kind that you enjoy so much.’

I crossed my arms and looked away from him. What was he talking about? There’s no such thing as getting greater pleasure out of pleasure itself. To go through pain first, is the only way to get to ultimate bliss. But that was my opinion. As I slowly turned my head around to face Malik again I saw him reach into the draw of the nightstand beside the bed. He pulled out a small bottle of lube.

‘Please, just try it, Bakura’ I saw those pleading amethyst eyes piercing my soul again. How could I refuse him? I grabbed the lube off him and opened it to empty some of it contents onto the tips of my fingers. I rubbed my fingertips together and threw the bottle back onto the nightstand and sat in front of Malik.

‘Spread em’ I said bluntly and watched as Malik smirked at me and did as I said. I almost smiled back at him. As gently as I thought I could, I pressed a slick digit into him. He accepted it well enough, so I pushed another finger into him. His mouth fell open as I pushed in deeper, rubbing over a small gland inside him. His cock twitched before me, so I chanced my luck and pushed a third finger into him. I stilled in hesitation as a look of discomfort clung to Malik’s features. I slowly thrust my fingers in and out of him, soon he was responding and almost wrapping his delicious thighs around me in desperation for deeper friction and penetration. Maybe Malik’s plan about pleasure amounting to more pleasure wasn’t as stupid as I first thought it was. I leaned down once again, pressing my nose against his.

‘Do you still want this?’ I asked as I thrust my fingers into him again, hitting his sweet spot more directly.

‘If I want this any more I think I’ll burst, Bakura!’ he almost yelled at me. Not out of anger, but more out of frustration that he wanted me inside him. Well, I’m not one to disappoint am I?

I withdrew my still lube-slick fingers from him and ran the same hand over my arousal. Once I made sure both of us were lubricated enough, I positioned myself near Malik’s entrance for the second time that night. In all the moving around on the bed, one of the sheets had hooked it’s way around my waist. Malik didn’t seem like he wanted to wait any longer, so he grabbed both sides of the sheet around my waist and pulled, causing me to enter Malik immediately. I gasped as my length was enveloped in deep warmth. Malik was right, it didn’t hurt at all. It felt amazing already and I had just entered him. Malik’s chest rose and fell rapidly in excitement, his hands clutched and released the sheet in his hands. I thrust forward again and the pleasure it gave us both became evident as we moaned quite loudly.

I wrapped my arms around Malik and brought him closer to me, I penetrated him deeper, and his moans became louder. By the rate we were going, he’d wake everyone on the blimp up. But frankly I didn’t care. I pushed forward over and over again, drawing the most…erotic and arousing sounds from Malik. The way his body twisted and convulsed every time I thrust my hips forward was making me fall for him a hundred times over. I was certain that this connection I had formed with Malik was an emotional one. I could see it and feel it every time he called my name out in pleasure, and squeezed his thighs around my waist as I fucked him. I lifted his thighs a little higher and we both paused momentarily at the newfound position that apparently was quite pleasant for the both of us. I held Malik’s thighs tighter and let any restrictions I had on my hips go as I thrust wildly into him. His head flew back and was almost buried into the pillow. He clutched at my ass and pulled me impossibly deeper into him, his inner walls tightening and relaxing around my erection. I could feel that Malik was close, and Ra damn it so was I. I slammed Malik down and pounded him into the bed. Shrieks of pleasure echoed off the walls as we both lost it and reached an earthshaking climax together. Stars and bright lights were flashing and spinning around my head, preventing me from knowing where I was until my hips finally stopped thrusting. I looked down to see Malik’s sticky substance all over his chest and my own. I still felt like I was floating, but gravity and fatigue soon took hold of me as I collapsed upon Malik. He didn’t seem to mind however. His warm and shaky arms snaked their way around me and held me close to himself. I was too spent to move or care though. In fact, I welcomed the embrace and returned it.

Soon the light emitting from the lamp beside us began to annoy me. I was tired beyond words and my eyes were not in the mood to have light shining almost directly in them. I mustered most of the strength I had left to reach up and turn it off, but my arm turned to jelly and it fell just short of the lamp. Causing me to knock the lamp off, sending it crashing to the floor and breaking it.

‘Well, at least the lamp’s off’ I heard Malik say. I was unmoving for a moment before I smirked and laughed. I didn’t know how long I laughed for in the darkness of the room, but at least I was no longer alone. I would have to get used to hearing another voice in the dark that wasn’t my own.