Heatwave

We were having a bit of a heatwave here so this decided to write itself.

Big thanks to my friend who spell checked and grammer checked this. It was too hot to write acceptably decently for me.

Enjoy!

-lotsa words- means a character is thinking.


----------------HEATWAVE----------------------


Gods, it was hot. So effing hot.

Malik tried not to move and keep each limb as far away from his body as possible. This vaguely spread-eagle position was not achieving much in the way of cooling him down, but he did feel like an idiot.

“Fucking heat waves!” he breathed, taking a gulp of some already lukewarm water.

Gods, he only got it from the fridge a few minutes ago! It’s not that he minded the heat - he was Egyptian after all - but after trying to take over the world in Japan he could definitely tell the difference. In addition, he could swear today was going too far. Too damn hot.

-Fuck, I think I’m gonna go insane!-

He rolled over on to his front. There wasn’t really much left to do. He had already got rid of his shirt and trousers, wearing only a pair of shorts for decency’s sake. It was better than Bakura who, after following Malik to Egypt (the country of the spirit’s origin), decided to be traditional and wear no clothing at all, apart from a towel wrapped around his waist; sort of like a kilt.

–Bastard.-

Isis let him get away with it too. She’d never let Malik do that. Malik sulked.


This morning he had decided to go find the spare fridge and install it in his room, only to find it wasn’t there. Isis must have thrown it out. Or perhaps he was going insane and they never had a fridge, and it was just the heat causing him to have delusions of cold.

He closed his eyes. He could swear one of the old tubs was gone too. Suddenly something slapped him across the arse.

“Rise and shine. Time to face the evil sun!” drawled Bakura, gleefully launching himself on top of the Egyptian and straddling his back.

“Gah! Get off me. You’re still wearing that damned towel. Where have you been?” growled Malik, trying to get up.

“I could take it off if you want?” offered Bakura, grinning.

Malik groaned. It was too hot to outwit the thief.

“I was out. Looking around, you know…”

“In that kilt thing?!” Malik looked round, horrified. “Tell me no one saw you.”

Bakura smirked. “I’m too much of a bloody amazing thief to be seen. Anyway, how can you be inside on a sunny day like this?”

“Go to hell Bakura.” Malik threw the water in his face. Suddenly a hand grabbed his hair.

“Well that wasn’t very nice!” murmured Bakura, twisting the other to face him. “I’m really rather upset.” He took a nip out of Malik’s neck. The other shivered, despite the heat.

“Look, fine. I’m sorry; it’s the heat,” said Malik, sitting up and catching Bakura’s lips with his own. “It’s too fucking hot…” he breathed.

“Too damn hot,” agreed the thief.

It was really far too hot here. Bakura’s light skin was not making it easy for him, but he figured it was worth it. After all, chasing after the Millennium Items could wait, especially with his new found information. In the end, Yugi and his little crew completely forgot about Ryou. Bakura, on the other hand, never forgot about useful little Ryou. And now he was rewarded with a fun toy to play with until he felt up to his previous endeavour.

“Come on. I want to show you something.” He placed a finger over Malik’s lips.

The other looked at him with interest. “What is it?”

“It’s outside,” replied the thief. Malik’s face instantly fell.

“I effing hate the outside!”

“Stop being a wimp.” Bakura grabbed his waist and slung the slim teen over his shoulder. “Let’s go on a little adventure.”

Malik pouted but didn’t resist. Bakura was not easy to fight with. Besides, he did want to know what the thief had planned.


Bakura headed for the door.

“Hey!” yelped Malik, “I’m not going outside with you looking like that! You’re hardly wearing anything. What will everyone think?”

“They can go fuck themselves,” grinned Bakura and opened the door.

Malik couldn’t see where he was being taken due to his slightly compromising position over the thief’s shoulder. Nevertheless, he did notice the looks on a few people’s faces as Bakura walked past them. Malik blushed. -Well this is a little fucking awkward. Isis is gonna kill me!-

Bakura playfully patted Malik’s butt. “Don’t worry. Nearly there!”

Malik growled and didn’t reply. He didn’t know how long they walked for. He was surprised Bakura hadn’t dropped him yet. He wasn’t exactly very light. Suddenly he felt coolness settle around him and the scenery changed to the entrance of a cave. “Where the hell is this?”

Bakura smirked. “Very near your house actually. And no one knows about it, which is perfect for my plan.”

“Plan?” Malik groaned, then scowled as Bakura hurled him to the cold sandy floor. Cold. –COLD!- The feeling barely registered at first, but slowly began to sink in with a sense of pure bliss. “Bakura, this is amazing. So cool!” Malik’s face lit up. “Was this your plan?”

The thief cocked a grin. “Partly.”

Malik shook his head at the other’s secrecy. Suddenly his gaze fixed on his surroundings. The cavern was full of buckets of water and ice. There was the tub from the house, also filled to the brim. Finally Malik’s gaze settled on the refrigerator and the long wire extension lead leading out of the cave. “Holy Ra, Bakura. How long have you planned this?”

“One night,” grinned the other, happily pouring a bucket of water over his head. “It’s a damn shame how fast you dry off. The air’s too dry still.”

“Still, this is fucking amazing!” said Malik, dipping his hand in the welcome coolness of icy water.

“Oh, so little Malik likes my plan?” asked Bakura.

Malik nodded, taking a piece of ice in his hand and marvelling at its slow melting.

“Perhaps then you’ll like the rest of it too…” pondered Bakura, advancing slowly across the room.

Malik looked up. There was an evil glint in the other’s eye. “Depends what it is,” he said cautiously.

“Hmm. It would be no fun to give it away,” grinned Bakura.

Suddenly he pounced, grabbing Malik’s arms and knocking him to the floor, his body pinning the Egyptian to the cold ground. Malik gave a contented whimper as he felt the coolness beneath him and the water dripping from the other’s wet hair was definitely an added bonus.

It soon turned into a yelp as Bakura began to drag him toward the tub. Once there, Malik felt his hands forced to one of the tub’s handles. There was piece of rope tied to it, probably there from the time Bakura must have dragged it out of the house. Now, of course, it was a perfect way to stop Malik from getting away. It was pretty hard to move a whole massive tub of water.

“You bastard. What kind of plan is this?” shouted Malik, but was stopped by Bakura’s mouth on his. He moaned as the other’s tongue stole past his defences and began to explore his mouth. It tasted of sweetness and Bakura, and Malik relaxed.

“This is a bloody brilliant plan!” replied Bakura, letting Malik breath. He looked sceptically at the teen, his eyes travelling down the lithe body. “I think you would feel cooler without those.”

His hand slowly travelled down Malik’s skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake until it reached the other’s shorts. “Too much clothing.”


Malik moaned as Bakura’s hand slid under the fabric, brushing against his sensitive skin. Nimble fingers undid his shorts, tugging them off.

“Going commando,” commented Bakura, biting Malik’s neck.

“There was no fucking way I was wearing anything as well as those shorts,” replied Malik, gasping as Bakura bit down hard, nearly breaking the skin.

“Please don’t do anything to me that shows,” he pleaded, arching his back as the other moved down to his nipple, taking another bite.

“Don’t worry,” said Bakura, smirking, “if anything shows you can wear a shirt.”

“Bakuraaaah!”

Malik nearly screamed as Bakura bit his collar bone, scraping his teeth over the opened flesh. He leant over, running his tongue over the wound, his hair tickling Malik.

“Bastard,” breathed Malik.

Bakura produced a knife.

-I swear he didn’t have one,- Malik groaned inwardly, his body shying away from the object.

“Who’s a bastard, pray?” asked Bakura, running his tongue across the metal. “Not me, surely?” He placed the flat of the knife on Malik’s belly. “Go on. Who’s a bastard?” He tilted it slightly, causing Malik to suck in his stomach.

“You, Bakura, are a bastard.”

Malik winced as the blade dug in further.

“Final answer?” asked the thief, leaning in.

“Final answer, you fool, now get off of me!” snarled Malik, struggling against his bonds.

“WRONG!” sang Bakura gleefully.

Malik cried out as the blade danced up his chest, leaving behind a thin line of blood. Suddenly Bakura grabbed his jaw, forcing it open, and shoved the knife, handle first, into his mouth.

“If you don’t stop insulting me,” he said, pushing it further and making Malik nearly gag, “I’ll stick it in sharp end first. Be thankful that I appreciate the talented things that mouth can do. I’m waiting for an answer!”

Malik nodded as much as he could, taking a shaky breath as the hand was removed. Bakura’s insane quirks; you either loved them or he made you love them.

“What a good Ishtar,” smiled Bakura. “I know. How about a present? Isn’t that bloody exciting?”

Malik looked on in bewilderment as the thief walked over to a bucket and fished around. When he came back there was an ice cube in his hand.

“Surprise!” he hissed in his ear, leaning over. Malik gasped as cold hit his flesh. He could feel icy water drip down his skin.


Bakura laughed as the Egyptian squirmed under him. He let the ice move down to Malik’s nipple, watching in interest as it hardened.

“Feeling cooler yet, Ishtar?” He bent down, biting the hardened nub. Malik cried out. Bakura took that as a yes. The ice was almost melted. Bakura threw it out and grabbed the nearest bucket, producing another cube. He let this one travel further, taking great pleasure at the shivers of anticipation he was getting out of his subject. He let it touch the sensitive skin around Malik’s cock, grinning as the teen arched slightly from the sensation, hands twisting against the rope.

“Too cold?” he asked. Malik only whimpered. “Thought so.”


Malik yelped as suddenly heat engulfed his member.

The sudden change from cold ice to Bakura’s hot mouth was delicious. He could see the thief grinning as he licked around the shaft.

Abruptly Bakura moved up, biting and sucking at Malik’s neck, his hand taking over on Malik’s cock. Malik rested his cheek on the cold tub, giving Bakura more of his neck.

Another wave of cold hit him as Bakura slid a couple of ice cubes down his body, letting them linger on each nipple. The sensations were bringing him so close.

“Feels good. Bakura...”


The thief smirked and stopped. The sounds Malik was making were adorable, but this way was more entertaining. “Really?” he asked.

“Please don’t stop.” Malik gave him the kicked puppy look.

“Beg,” grinned Bakura. Malik scowled.

-Awww, hot angry Malik.-

Bakura gazed at him levelly.

“Fuck you!” whined the Egyptian. “Fine. Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Brilliant!” laughed Bakura, getting up. “Why don’t you return the favour? Suck my cock, Ishtar!”

Malik rolled his eyes but got up anyway. Fuck, it was uncomfortable being tied to something and standing on your knees. He winced as all the muscles in his body protested. He watched as Bakura took off his towel with a brazen look. The thief walked over and stood before the Egyptian.

“Persuade me.”

Malik shook his head. “You won’t need persuading after this.”

Bakura raised an eyebrow but stayed silent. He groaned as Malik took his cock in his mouth, running a skilled tongue over the shaft. He methodically worked along the length, slightly grazing his teeth against the sensitive flesh and receiving a hiss from Bakura.

Pulling against his restraints, Malik took more of Bakura into his mouth, half swallowing so that the muscles tightened around Bakura’s member. He smiled inwardly as the thief moaned in satisfaction. He knew soon the other would lose control. Sure enough, a hand twisted itself in his hair and suddenly Bakura was doing all the work.

Malik felt his head pushed further down on the shaft. He tried to resist as his wrists were screaming at him to stop pulling against the rope. Unfortunately Bakura’s strength won out.

Malik decided to ignore that pain and focus on a greater problem such as breathing. He took a quick breath before Bakura thrust again into his mouth. Malik slid his tongue around it, receiving another moan.

“How did you get to be such a, ah, good cock sucker, Ishtar?” asked Bakura, breathlessly forcing himself deeper into Malik’s mouth.

In answer Malik grazed his teeth against Bakura’s cock again and felt the other tense.

“Drink up, it’s a hot day!” said Bakura, coming into Malik’s awaiting mouth.

The teen gulped it down easily.

“Mm. Dinner was nice.” said Malik, licking his lips and gratefully falling back against the tub.

He loved the cold touching his back. It was cool here. He had a horny Bakura and a lot shade. What could be better?

“Your turn.”

-This.-


Bakura grabbed his legs, making Malik stretch out a bit more.

“I think you’re definitely lacking attention.” Bakura’s hand travelled down between Malik’s legs and began stroking his shaft.

Malik sucked in a breath, biting his lip.

“May I be untied now?” he asked.

Bakura shook his head.

“Please?”

Again a no.

“What the hell do you want me to do to get me, ah.”

Bakura took him in his mouth.

“Bakura?”

Bakura let go.

“Can’t you see I can’t talk?”

He bit down slightly, causing Malik to whimper.

“Now shut up. I’ll let you go after I’ve tried something…”

Malik was about to retort but instead nearly bucked into Bakura’s mouth as the other ran his tongue around his cock.

“Hmm,” said Bakura, Malik’s shaft still in his mouth.

He drew back.

“I think I’ll try it out now. Spread your legs, Ishtar.”

Malik decided to opt for the safer route.

“Fuck no.”

“Do you want to be untied? I can leave you here for as long as I like.”

“Go on then!” retorted Malik. “I am not being some guinea pig.”

“Fine.”

Malik gawked. He hadn’t expected Bakura to actually go. Bakura hid his knife under a bucket and grabbed his towel.

“Oh yeah. I forgot. I can’t possibly wear this in polite company. Ah well.”

He smirked and picked up Malik’s shorts.

“These’ll do!”

“Give those back, you fool. I’m not wearing those after you, you bastard! I’ll send you to the Shadow Realm!” shouted Malik as Bakura nimbly got into his pants.

“I don’t care.” And the thief was gone.

----Half an hour later----

The rope was beginning to seriously chafe. His wrists hurt, and so did his back from sitting the same position for Ra knows how long. Malik cursed Bakura over and over.

-That arse fucking bitch better come back.-

As if on queue Malik heard footsteps and Bakura’s unmistakably malignant voice.

“Darling, I’m hooooome! And I have presents!”

Malik groaned. “Fuck.”

“I know you want to, but you’ll just have to wait.”

Malik jumped as the voice was right next to his ear, Bakura’s breath hot on his neck. “H-how the fuck did you get there? Where have you been?”

Malik turned around to be greeted with Bakura’s wild grin. “Oh I bought a few… things! Poor Malik. The heat has gone right to your mind!” Bakura caught his chin, forcing Malik to twist his head to a painful angle. “Do you want to play yet?”

“Fuck off, Bakura.” hissed Malik, twisting free of his grasp.

“As you wish, Mr Grumpy Socks.” Bakura grinned and waltzed away.

Malik cursed.

----Another half an hour----

Malik wanted to kill everything in sight. He had tried tipping over the tub and ended up with extremely bruised wrists. Suddenly he noticed a bag on the floor - Bakura’s shopping. He poked at it with his foot but couldn’t quite get it closer.

“Are you ready to play yet, Malik.”

Malik screamed and was drowned out by Bakura’s mad laughter.

“You missed tea. It was jolly good tea too!”

“What?” Malik felt slightly dazed.

“Isis was wondering where you were. I told her you got a little tied up.”

Bakura’s manic laughter was getting on Malik’s nerves. “And what, she didn’t ask why you were wearing my shorts?”

“I told her you gave them to me because you didn’t need them anymore.” Bakura shoved the bucket out of the way and grabbed his knife. “I’m bored now. Are you going to play? Otherwise I’ll play with you!”

Malik had had enough. “Go on then.” He gave Bakura a daring look. “Play.”

Bakura grinned and straddled him. “This is going to be so damn fun!”

He pulled Malik into a painful hug, running his fingers over the Egyptian’s back. Suddenly Malik cried out, leaning into Bakura. The other smirked again, cutting into the tanned flesh. The thief got off and caught Malik in a hungry kiss.

“Fuck you, Ishtar, for making me leave for a whole fucking hour!”

He grabbed his bag and drew something out. Malik’s eyes widened.

“No fucking way! Get the hell away from me, you fool!”

He nearly yelped as Bakura forced apart his legs, keeping them out of the way as he coated the thing with lube; the other “present” in the bag.

“Stop denying how much you love things being up your arse, you whore. Liars burn in hell, you know.”

He placed the vibrator against Malik’s entrance.

“Ready?”

Malik shook his head, eyeing the thing fearfully. It wasn’t large, but he was not prepared for anything to go up anywhere. He bit his lip as Bakura painfully forced the item in. Malik whimpered as it lodged against his prostate.

“Going to play with me?” asked Bakura.

“What the hell is this then? School work?” snarled Malik, instantly regretting it as Bakura turned on the vibrator.

“An experiment,” replied Bakura calmly, searching through his bag. “Ah. Ready for the next present?”

Malik didn’t reply, instead biting his lip. Bakura was surprised it hadn’t begun to bleed yet. He quickly flicked the object in his hand in front of Malik, who gave a whine.

“Please… no…”

“Will you cooperate?” asked the thief.

“I don’t… want to be… guinea pig…”

“Too bad,” whispered Bakura, leaning into his ear and slipping on the cock ring.

Malik whimpered.

“You evil… fuck!”

He was so close now it was painful. Damn he wished his hands were free so he could strangle that bastard. Bakura watched Malik moan in agony. It was turning him on quite a lot. In fact it was bloody amazing. Tiny droplets of sweat were appearing on his forehead.

“All you have to do is do what I say. Come on, Ishtar. It’s not that hard. Even you can follow instructions.” drawled Bakura.

“Please… stop,” whimpered Malik, throwing back his head. “Bakura… Damn… I’ll do it… just make it… st-".

Bakura grinned and moved forward.

“Are you sure?”

“Gods, Bakura… For fuck’s sake… whatever… you fucking want, just…”

Bakura smirked and slowly pulled off the ring. Malik’s cock was going impressively red. Within seconds the teen exploded, crying out in relief and ecstasy. Bakura decided to switch off the vibrator, and pulled out the toy from Malik’s unresisting form.

“How about I cool you down?” he asked, grabbing some ice cubes from a nearby bucket.

Malik groaned and opened one eye.

“Whatever you want, you fuck.” He eyed Bakura suspiciously.

“I know.”

Bakura smiled and trickled some cold water down Malik’s overheating body. The boy breathed out at the coolness touching his skin, arching slightly at the contact. Bakura quickly took this distraction and slid a finger into Malik’s entrance.

The teen whimpered at the intrusion but didn’t budge, either out of tiredness or not wanting to get Bakura going again. The thief took out his finger and grabbed some ice. He stealthily placed it in position and slid it in. Malik’s eyes shot open as he yelped from the sudden experience.

“Did you just? You didn’t just? BAKURA?”

Malik tried to get up but another shot of freezing cold rattled through his body. Bakura inserted a finger pushing the cube up further and adding in another one.

Malik moaned from the unusual sensation. Bakura, already hard, could feel shots of electricity going straight to his cock. He added in another, slightly bigger cube. Malik cried out.

“So cold… ah.”

Bakura wriggled a finger around. The ice was beginning to melt, trickling past the digit and down Malik’s upper leg. Bakura withdrew, getting out of Malik’s shorts and again revealing his naked form.

He saw Malik watching him with undisguised lust in his eyes. Even if he did look a little pissed off as well.

-He’ll never learn that he just looks hot when he’s angry.-


“Bakura. Get down here and fuck me already!”

The thief needed no more invitation. He quickly coated his shaft with a bit of lube and got down between Malik’s legs. He lifted the Egyptian so that his legs were over his shoulders and placed himself at Malik’s tight entrance.

“Ready?”

“Get going, thief.”

Malik thrust up, almost impaling himself on Bakura. The other eagerly entered, thrusting in to the hilt. Malik gave a small cry from having to accommodate such a large object. Bakura moaned. Malik’s insides were cool. The ice had really worked a treat. Bakura began to move and soon Malik was moving with him.

“Gah. Too slow. Can’t you even make me regret insulting you, you fool?” taunted Malik.

He nearly screamed in ecstasy as Bakura pulled out and rammed in, hitting his prostate and probably ripping his insides. The knife appeared in Bakura’s hand again. He dragged it through the ropes tying Malik, cutting him loose.

As soon as his hands were free, Malik raked his nails down Bakura’s back. The other grinned, leaning into the pain and returned the favour by biting Malik’s shoulder, piercing the flesh.

“Ah, Bakura I’m… close!” panted Malik, burying his head in the hollow of the thief’s neck, the loose, white hair tickling his face.

"Good. ‘Cause I’m not fucking holding on any longer!” Bakura could feel Malik tense and climax, screaming Bakura’s name.

The tightening muscles forced Bakura over the edge, coming into Malik’s arse. The Egyptian collapsed with Bakura on top of him.

“Gods, Bakura…” he breathed, nuzzling the other’s neck and taking in his scent.

“You got cum all over us, Ishtar,” replied Bakura, running a hand through the teen’s golden hair.

“I lied about dinner. Isis told me to get you so we could eat.”

“Oh.” Malik turned his head slightly. “You fool! She’s going to kill us!” He tried to get up, but Bakura was still on top. “Come on! I like life!”

Malik crawled out from under the thief and winced. Pain laced itself from his arse up his back. He grabbed a bucket and poured it over himself, rubbing off the cum and blood from his back and belly.

“Come on, you filthy thief!” He splashed another bucket, ice cubes and all, over Bakura.

“You are so going to pay for that, Ishtar!”

Bakura got up, grabbing Malik by the wrists and throwing him off balance. Laughing, he picked him up bridal style and dumped him in the ice cold tub.

“Ah!” Malik screamed as the ice cold water hit him. “Bakura, you bastard!”

He splashed some water at the other, who was cleaning himself off. Malik got out and grabbed Bakura’s towel. Not really caring anymore, he dried himself off and grabbed his discarded shorts.

“No way, Malik. You’re bleeding from your arse. It’ll show too much” grinned Bakura, grabbing them out of Malik’s hand and dragging them on. “I can sacrifice my towel for you because I’m that bloody nice!”

Malik scowled but didn’t argue. It would show up. Fuck Bakura and his plans.

“How the hell do you do this up?” he whined, fidgetting with the cloth.

Bakura gave a sigh and took it from him. He placed his hands behind Malik pulling the towel around his backside and wrapped it round, firmly securing it around his hips.

“Oh,” said Malik, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss. “Thanks.”

He grabbed Bakura’s hand and dragged him out.

“Now you’re going to show me a way into the house that won’t get me seen!”

Malik had to wear arm bands, wristbands, and a neckpiece, along with a shoulder-covering top for a week after that.