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Aurora

By Neon Tiger and
Yuki Ryu

Chapter Eleven

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�� "Oooough,
I'm stuffed!" Malik flopped down on the bed, groaning as he rubbed his
stomach.
�� "I told
you not to eat so much," Bakura chided, though he also was guilty of eating
a little more than he should have.
�� "But it
smelled so goooood-!" Malik squirmed on the bed. "I couldn't help
it!"
�� "Yes, I
know," Bakura couldn't help but grin as he sat down beside the writhing
blond before patting the other boy's stomach gently. "I told you this inn
had the best food."
�� "But the
bed's awful!" Malik huffed, stretching out across the mattress leisurely.
"It's... so lumpy compared to ours!"
�� "Believe
it or not this is the best they have around here," Bakura said as he made
a sweeping gesture in the air with his hand. "Except for the palace, but
you have to expect the Pharaoh to have the best bed to fit all his whores
on."
�� Malik sat up
and sighed. "...I guess I shouldn't complain. I never would've thought to
complain BEFORE... I would've felt honored just to sleep in a bed."
�� "That's
because I'm spoiling you," Bakura chuckled as he slipped his arm around
the blond and pulled the other boy close.
�� "Is that
a bad thing?" the former slave tilted his head as he leaned against the
thief.
�� "Not at
all!" Bakura grinned widely before he stole a kiss from his companion.
�� Malik squeaked
in surprise before snickering, moving to lie on top of Bakura. "Hee, hee,
guess so."
�� The thief let
out a small uncharacteristic yelp as the blond surprised him by pinning him
down on the bed. "What-?" He blinked repeatedly at the unexpected
action then eyed the other boy.
�� Malik grinned
impishly, sticking his tongue out slightly. "Since the mattress is so
hard, I'll sleep on you instead!"
�� Bakura quirked
an eyebrow upwards as he regarded the blond. "But I'm even lumpier than
the mattress."
�� Malik grinned
wickedly, the expression adorable on his face. "You're softer and warmer
and snugglier!"
�� A light pink
hue appeared across Bakura's cheeks against his will, as he narrowed his eyes
at the other boy. "You're just saying that to pay me back for all the
teasing I do to you."
�� "Nooo,"
Malik squirmed on top of Bakura to emphasize his point. "I sleep on you
all the time, so why not now?"
�� Bakura let out
a soft gasp as the squirming of the blond's body atop his own teased his
senses, sparking up his hormones. "I meant what you said," he huffed,
trying not to pout and failing.
�� "But it's
truuuuue!" Malik giggled.
�� "Is
not," Bakura retorted in a childish tone as he poked the other boy's nose
for emphasis.
�� Malik
squeaked, and then licked at Bakura's finger on an impulse. His cheeks tinted
once he realized what he had done and shifted nervously.
�� The blush on
Bakura's cheeks darkened slightly as he stared at Malik, surprised at the
blond's boldness. "Ah..."
�� "...You
didn't like that...?" Malik asked, his voice rather quiet.
�� Rather than
say anything, Bakura leaned upward to flick his tongue across Malik's lips as
his response.
�� Malik squeaked
as he took his turn to blush darkly. Blinking slowly, the blond hesitated
before he moved forward to flick his tongue along Bakura's cheek.
�� Bakura
couldn't help but shiver and let out a soft gasp as he felt Malik's warm moist
tongue run slowly along his skin enticingly. "Malik..." he murmured
as his hands moved to touch the other boy's shoulders, rubbing them.
�� Malik moaned
Bakura's name then moved to lick at the thief's other cheek, watching his
reactions carefully. He wasn't sure what he was doing or way, save that it felt
good to see Bakura react in such a way.
�� A low moan
escaped Bakura's lips as he tilted his head slightly, enjoying the attention.
While part of him wanted to return the favor and do even more, it would likely
make Malik stop acting so delightfully bold, and that was something he
certainly didn't want. "Mmh... Feels good..."
�� "...I'm
glad..." Malik murmured against Bakura's skin, his face flushed. His heart
was beating faster and faster, making him feel incredibly warm all over despite
the fact that he was wearing his new, lighter clothing.
�� Bakura
resisted the urge to shiver at the ticklish vibration of the other boy's voice
against his body. "Malik..." he mumbled as his fingers slipped down
along Malik's back to massage the blond's shoulder blades lightly.
�� Malik gasped
as he arched his back, his breathing quickening. He trembled as he felt
Bakura's warm fingers against his shoulder blades, kneading the muscles through
his tunic. He shifted, causing his tunic to expose his shoulders slightly.
"Ah...!"
�� Bakura
couldn't help but smile naughtily as the displaced tunic gave him certain
ideas. "You would probably be more comfortable with that off..." he
observed as he started to tug at the blond's clothes. While he might have gone
through all the trouble to get Malik a good amount of new clothes, right now he
wanted them gone.
�� Malik blinked,
and then snickered as he leaned back slightly to help remove his clothes.
"And after all the trouble of buying them for me... for shame..."
�� Bakura smiled
mischievously as he tossed the newly bought clothes onto the floor. "Hey,
I bought them, so I say when you can wear them."
�� Malik burst
out laughing at that, covering his mouth with one hand. "You're
awful~!"
�� "Well, I am a thief." Bakura smiled
roguishly before he suddenly grabbed his companion's bottom and gave it a
playful squeeze.
�� Malik jumped
slightly, squeaking as his face turned dark red. "A-ahn...!
Bakura...!" He shivered before moving to lie down on top of the other boy
once more, draping his arms over Bakura's shoulders. "You may be a
thief... but you're a great bed, too!"
�� Bakura didn't
know whether to be indignant or laugh at that remark, so instead he chose to
smile crookedly.� "Oh really?"
�� "Yes,
really!" Malik replied, poking at Bakura's side.
�� The thief
couldn't help but yip rather loudly at the poke, due to how it was in a
ticklish area, as he jumped slightly.�
"Oi!"
�� Malik took his
turn to smile impishly, moving his fingers in a ticklish manner along Bakura's
sides as he sat on the silver haired boy's stomach. "Something
wrong~?"
�� Bakura was
unable to answer, as he was too busy trying not to laugh from being tickled,
though he couldn't help letting out a giggle or two.� He also couldn't help but squirm, almost
violently, as he tried to get away from the other boy's wiggling fingers.� "O-O-OI-!"
�� Malik
straddled Bakura's stomach, keeping his friend pinned to the bed as he traced
the thief's ribs with his fingers. "Oi? Oi what?"
�� "S-st-stoooooooooooop-!"
Bakura barely managed to exclaim amidst his laughter.� Desperately he tried to snatch the blond's
hands with his own after realizing that he couldn't escape the lavender-eyed
boy's tickling.
�� Malik
snickered as he allowed Bakura to grab his hands, lacing his fingers with the
thief's. "Okay, fine! I'll be good~!"
�� Bakura slumped
with relief back onto the bed as he held the other boy's hands firmly, and
paused to catch his breath.� Privately he
cursed having such a childish weakness.�
It was humiliating for a thief, especially one of his skill, to be so
easily defeated by being tickled of
all things!
�� However, his
pouting was cut short as Malik moved forward to kiss those sulky lips.
�� Bakura blinked
at the sudden kiss and stared at the other boy with wide eyes, caught completely
off-guard by the fact that Malik was actually initiating a kiss for the first time.� Inwardly he warred between being remaining
irritated or not, but after a moment he decided to just let out a huff before
he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sweet taste of his companion's lips.
�� Malik broke
the kiss with a giggle as he leaned back, his fingers still laced with
Bakura's. "Muuuuch better. You're cute when you're pouty but you're cuter
when you're happy."
�� A light pink
hue appeared across Bakura's cheeks, though he tried to ignore the distinct
warmth there.� "Now where have I
heard that before?" he asked rhetorically as he eyed the blond.
�� "I don't
know~!" Malik replied in a singsong manner, snickering as he shifted
slightly. "Your imagination?"
�� "Mnnnh..."� Bakura let out a huff as he tried to ignore
the blond's naked body as it moved on top of his, though the blush staining his
cheeks grew slightly darker.� "Well you're
wrong about one thing."
�� "Hm?
What's that?" Malik leaned close so that he was nose-to-nose with Bakura.
�� Bakura blinked
repeatedly at their closeness, feeling his face grow warmer against his
will.� "I am not cute," he said
after a moment before letting out another huff.�
Suddenly an idea came to him and he quickly moved to gently nip the
blond's nose before the other boy could respond.
�� Malik yipped
in surprise, blinking. He paused, and then grinned as he leaned in to lick at
Bakura's nose. "Are too."
�� Bakura barely
resisted the urge to yip himself or flinch back from the action out of
reflex.� Blinking, he wrinkled his nose,
before letting out yet another huff.�
"Am not," he
insisted in a childish tone.� "I am
a thief and thieves are not cute."
�� "Maybe
not," Malik agreed as he looked at Bakura, 'seriously'. "But you're a
bed, so that doesn't count."
�� Bakura blinked
at the unexpected response before he regarded the blond flatly.� "What if I decide not to be a bed any
more?"
�� "Then
you're a cute bed in denial!" Malik replied, struggling hard to keep a
straight face. However, he couldn't help a slight grin breaking free of his
solemn expression.
�� Bakura quirked
an eyebrow upwards at that as he eyed the other boy.� "Oh really?"
he drawled as he considered something.
�� Malik nodded,
unable to help but smile at the thief. "Mmmmhmmm!"
�� Without warning
Bakura suddenly removed his hands from the blond's, grabbed Malik by the waist,
and flipped the two of them over so that he was now pinning the other boy down
to the bed, though he took care not to hurt Malik as he did so.
�� Malik cried
out in surprise and instinctively tensed as he found himself hitting the bed
underneath Bakura. "Ah-!?" He paused and stared up at the thief
before a nervous half-smile crossed his face. "...Uh oh?"
�� "Who's
the bed now?" Bakura taunted as
he leaned in close so that he was nose-to-nose with Malik again, smiling
smugly.
�� "Still
you!" Malik giggled, moving slightly into a better position. "You're
just upside down!"
�� Bakura made a
face at that before he poked his friend's ribs.�
"Is that so?"
�� Malik squeaked
and shifted, covering his sides with his arms as best he could. "Eeek! No
fair!"
�� "What's
no fair?" Bakura teased, grinning wickedly, as he poked the blond's
bellybutton.
�� Malik curled
up slightly as he struggled to shield his vulnerable underside. "Beds
aren't allowed to tickle!"
�� "But you are the bed now, Malik," Bakura
pointed out with a smug grin.� He then
snatched the other boy's hands and held them away from the former slave's body
before laying his body completely down on top of Malik's.� "See?"
�� Malik's face
turned right red as he felt Bakura's body against his own. He wasn't sure if it
was good or bad that Bakura was still wearing his clothes while he was not - it
saved him from direct skin contact, but did he really want to be saved from it?
�� They normally
slept naked together, but that really wasn't it. Ever since the incident at the
bath, things had felt different. It was as if there was electricity between
them, where a simple brush or accidental touch generated intense feelings that
they couldn't explain.
�� It was as if
something were lurking under the surface, begging to be released but unable to
be discussed. It was embarrassing, but enjoyable.
�� ...And
completely confusing.
�� At noticing
the thoughtful look on Malik's face, Bakura paused before teasing the other boy
further.� Malik looked to be so deeply in
thought with his face blushing so darkly that the thief couldn't help but be
curious about it.� "What is
it?"
�� Malik blinked
at that as his eyes went back in to focus, snapped out of his thoughts.
"Hm? What?"
�� "You seem
distracted," Bakura observed before poking the other boy's nose for
emphasis.
�� "Eeep!"
Malik wrinkled his nose, and then smiled weakly. "I was... thinking about
something."
�� Bakura raised
an eyebrow at that.� "What was
it?"
�� Malik's cheeks
tinted as he looked at Bakura before averting his eyes. "...About how you
make me feel."
�� That comment
certainly piqued Bakura's interest.�
"Oh?"� He leaned in
closer to the blond, eager to hear more.
�� The former
slave's cheeks tinted at the thief's sudden interest, then shrugged.
"Well... how do I make you
feel?"
�� Bakura blinked
at the question then quirked a crooked grin before he poked Malik's cheek.� "I asked you first."
�� Malik
squeaked, his face turning bright red, then sighed and turned to look levelly
at Bakura. "...Just... very warm and... Um..." He trailed off,
uncertain of how to continue. He hadn't been joking when he said it wasn't easy
to discuss.
�� Bakura blinked
slowly and all traces of amusement left him as he noticed Malik's mood and the
seriousness of their conversation.� He
was silent for a few moments as he looked into the other boy's amethyst eyes
before he spoke in a quiet, serious voice.�
"You get a strange feeling inside that you can't describe... but
you still like it anyway... right?"
�� Malik
hesitated before nodding, moving to touch his fingers against Bakura's stomach.
"...Yes. I can't explain it... but it makes me... feel good. Ever since that bath..."
�� A soft gasp
escaped Bakura as the other boy's calloused yet still soft fingers caressed his
skin, causing it to tingle as well as tickle at the same time; he had to try
and not laugh or shiver due to the feeling.�
"I... I've felt... the same way..."
�� "Mmm,"
Malik didn't know how to reply to that, so he instead leaned close to press his
forehead to Bakura's chest. "...You smell good."
�� Bakura started
to blush slightly as he looked at the other boy, uncertain of how to take the
complement or how to respond. After a couple moments of thinking about it he
decided to give up, and rolled over onto the bed beside Malik before he pulled
his friend close once more.��
�� Malik took the
opportunity to cuddle up against Bakura, sighing. He didn't know what to make
of anything; it was all over his head and beyond his general knowledge. He
didn't think even the thief knew - and he was too embarrassed to ask.
�� Bakura shifted
slightly to rest his chin atop the other boy's head and paused to breathe in
the scent of Malik's beautiful golden hair.�
A spicy musk that was distinctly Malik filled his senses, urging him to
breathe it in deeply.� The scent was
tinged with sweat that came from all the walking they did earlier, but that
didn't take away from his enjoyment.� He
could understand why Malik wanted to breathe him in, if his own enjoyment of
his companion's musk was any indication.
�� Malik shivered
as he felt Bakura breathe in his scent, sending delightful chills down his
spine. His heart began to flutter inside of him, as it always did when he was
so close to Bakura. "I... wish I knew... what this meant..." he
murmured softly.
�� "It means
we're attracted to each other," Bakura breathed, his voice muffled, as his
lips were pressed against the top of the blond's head.� Even though he had lived alone for over half
his life and had poor social skills because of it, he had seen enough from
observing other people to pick up a thing or two. He couldn't help but
privately enjoy the irony of the fact that he used to be disgusted at people
who he saw openly expressing their affection for one another, yet that was mostly
how he learned what little he knew about such things.
�� "But what
does that mean?" Malik glanced
up at Bakura. "...And what are we supposed to do about it?"
�� "Pretty
much what we've been doing," Bakura answered as he reached out to touch
the blond's cheek.� "Here and in the
bath."
�� "But...
that just doesn't... seem enough..." Malik trailed off.
�� Bakura was
silent at that, as he had been thinking the same thing.� "What would you like to do?" he
asked in a quiet, curious tone of voice.
�� "I don't
know," Malik replied honestly. "What do other people who are
attracted to each other do?"
�� "Mostly
they kiss and touch each other."� A
crooked smile appeared on Bakura's face.�
"Like this..." He then leaned in to steal a kiss from the
other boy's lips.
�� Malik made a noise
before moving to return the favor, stealing a chaste kiss from the thief's
lips. "And that's it?"
�� "Well...
there is a bit more..." Bakura
said slowly as he looked at Malik through half-lidded eyes.� He then demonstrated what else there was by
running his tongue slowly up along the other boy's cheek, enjoying the unique
flavor of his companion's skin.
�� Malik's
breathing quickened at the action; his blush returning as he felt goose bumps
form across his skin. "...A-ah, I see..."
�� "And
sometimes a little of this..." Bakura murmured in an almost ticklish
manner against the other boy's chocolate colored flesh before he moved to
nibble gently on the blond's chin.
�� Malik gasped
softly as he moved to grasp Bakura's shoulders, lifting his chin slightly.
"S-some of that... is good..."
�� "Some?" Bakura repeated as he
quirked an eyebrow and gazed at the other boy peculiarly.
�� "Well..."
Malik looked at Bakura through half-lidded eyes, grinning slightly. "Some
of this... some of that... a little of everything..."
�� Bakura
regarded the other boy with a bland look.�
"Are you trying to be vague on purpose?"
�� Malik
snickered before nipping at Bakura's chin. "Maybe~!"
�� A soft yip
escaped Bakura before he could stop it, as he was startled by the blond's
action.� He snickered softly after he
quickly recovered, and watched Malik through half closed eyes as he enjoyed the
exotic feelings, tilting his chin upwards to make it easier for the blond to
nibble on before he realized it. "I see..."
�� Malik reached
up to gently cup Bakura's cheeks, drawing him closer into a kiss. He never got
enough of the thief's taste, craving it more and more every time he sampled a
bit.
�� Bakura made a
soft rumbling sound of please within his throat, almost a moan, as he returned
the kiss and slipped his arms around the blond's waist.� The flavor and petal soft texture of Malik's
sweet lips seemed to beckon to him, enticing his desires of sampling more of
his friend's flavor.� Unable to help
himself, he parted his lips so that he could experimentally briefly flick his
tongue across the other boy's lips.
�� Malik moaned
softly as his own lips parted unthinkingly. His tongue slipped out to shyly
greet Bakura's own. His own arms slipped up to wrap around Bakura's neck,
pulling the other boy even closer.
�� A moan escaped
Bakura's mouth, though it was muffled due to their kiss, as their tongues
timidly and somewhat clumsily slid along one another, tasting each other
deeply.� The sensations sent shivers of
delight up the thief's spine and caused his pulse to race.
�� Malik murmured
incoherently as his tongue explored Bakura's in an exotic kiss. Growing
increasingly bolder by the second, the blond slipped his tongue along Bakura's
before venturing in to the thief's mouth, diving for the source of the
sweetness rather than the sample.
�� Bakura made a
muffled noise of surprise due to how bold the other boy was being.� He refused to remain startled for long,
however, as his tongue eagerly dueled with Malik's, getting better by the
moment, as he attempted to move even closer to the other boy so that he could
invade his companion's mouth as well, despite his lack of skill.
�� Malik mumbled
Bakura's name as he arched upwards, using his tongue to explore the thief's
mouth thoroughly. He devoured the tastes he found within, even as he felt the
thief do the same to him. It was addicting, beyond anything he had ever tasted
before. He wanted more.
�� Unfortunately
the exact opposite of what Malik desired occurred, as Bakura pulled back,
breaking the kiss, so that he could gasp for air as if he were drowning.� While he hated disengaging from the intensely
passionate kiss so soon, he just couldn't hold his breath any longer.
�� It was only
then that Malik realized how badly his lungs were burning. The boy gasped, his
face flushed and eyes glazed, and proceeded to gulp down air. He was both
frustrated at the kiss being cut short and the inefficient breathing - imagine
such a thing as air getting in the way of what he wanted!
�� "There's got to be a better way of doing
this..." Malik grumbled.
�� Once Bakura
had mostly recovered his breath, he noticed that his mouth and chin were wet
with saliva.� The obvious result of the
kiss caused his cheeks to flush against his will, and he was quick to wipe the
wetness away.� Even though the kiss was
messier that he would have liked, the thief had to silently admit that it was
amazing. He could still taste Malik...
�� Malik noticed
Bakura's action, and then felt his own mouth. He grimaced as he realized he
wasn't in any better shape and proceeded to wipe away the mess. "Ooogh,
was that supposed to happen?!"
�� "I have
no idea," Bakura huffed, and wiped his hands off on his sleeves before
checking to make sure that his face was dry now.� "I don't usually like to watch other
people kiss or ask them about it."
�� "...I should
hope not..." Malik muttered unthinkingly as a surge of jealousy seemed to
appear within him. He blinked, startled by his tone, and then blushed darkly.
�� Bakura stared
at Malik in surprise at hearing the quiet irritated comment from his
companion.� After a moment a mischievous
smile appeared on his face.� "Of
course... I did learn some things
from first-hand experience," he practically purred.
�� "W-what!?"
Malik looked up quickly as his eyes widened. "Who!? WHEN!?"
�� Bakura
blinked, startled, before he burst out laughing at the other boy's surprisingly
strong reaction.
�� Malik blinked
at that, then huffed and pouted. "What's so funny?!"
�� Bakura laughed
for a little while longer before he managed to tone down his mirth.� "You," he answered, still chuckling
quietly.
�� "...Why
am I funny?" Malik asked,
pouting.
�� "Because
you're jealous of yourself!" Bakura explained, his eyes twinkling merrily
with amusement.
�� Malik blinked
at that, clearly taken back. He hesitated before blushing darkly, his face a
lovely shade of red. "...Oh."
�� It was a
struggle for Bakura not to burst out laughing again, although he did grin wide
enough to expose his fangs.�
"Remember?� I even told you
after we first kissed on the cliff that I never kissed anyone before you."
�� "...I
remember..." Malik's face was incredibly red, showing how embarrassed he
felt. Bakura had set him up nicely.
�� A quiet
chuckle escaped Bakura before he reached out to touch the blond's flushed
cheeks.� "Good.� I would hope my kisses would be something to
remember."
�� Malik felt
goose bumps form on his skin, a tremor running up his spine as he felt the
thief's soft hands against his skin. "It was... Bakura..."
�� "Good..."
Bakura murmured as he slipped in closer to the other boy, his eyes closing
halfway.� "Your cheeks are so red...
and so hot..." He used his thumbs to gently stroke the other boy's burning
cheeks for emphasis.
�� "Ah..."
Malik reached up to touch Bakura's hands, his heart racing. "Because
you're making them hot..."
�� "Oh
really?" Bakura smiled teasingly as he moved even closer to his
companion.� "And how am I doing
that?� By touching them?"
�� "Something
like that..." Malik murmured as he instinctively moved closer to meet
Bakura, gasping softly when their stomachs touched.
�� Bakura made a
soft murmur of please before he closed the distance between them so that he
could kiss Malik once more.
�� Malik leaned
in to meet the kiss, mumbling Bakura's name as their lips met once more. He
slipped his arms around Bakura's neck, his heart beating faster still.
�� Bakura's heart
sped up while they kissed until it matched Malik's rapid rhythm beat for beat,
which he could feel due to how closely their chests were pressed together.� The exotic sensation served to create
wonderful warmth in his stomach all over again.
�� Malik drew
back just enough that he could speak. "Do you... want to try...
again...?" he asked breathlessly, a hint of amusement in his voice.
�� Bakura smiled
mischievously as he leaned in closer so that he was nose to nose with
Malik.� "Is that... a challenge?"
he asked, his voice somewhat husky.
�� "Maybe...
maybe not..." Malik replied, unable to help the grin that appeared on his
face.
�� Bakura hummed
softly, as if taking the time to consider that statement, before he suddenly
licked one of the blond's still flushed cheeks.
�� Malik
squeaked, then giggled before moving forward to lick at Bakura's cheek to
return the favor.
�� The thief made
an odd noise that sounded like a gasp mixed with a choked off giggle.� "Hey... you copied me!" he mock
protested, though he was smiling as he said it.
�� "And I'll
do it again!" Malik replied as he leaned to lick Bakura's other cheek.
�� Bakura let out
a quiet squeak surprisingly before he started to laugh.� "Oh, hoh!� So it's a duel of tongues, is it?" He
grinned mischievously before quickly moving to swipe his tongue along the other
boy's jawbone, trailing downwards along the blond's delicious tan flesh.
�� Malik shivered
as he giggled again, leaning back as if to escape from Bakura. "Eee, oh
no! Not that!" he laughed, unable to keep a straight face.
�� "You can
not escape the king of thieves!" Bakura growled playfully, pretending to
be intimidating.� Without warning he
suddenly pounced his friend onto the bed, causing it to bounce and make rather
loud noises of protest.
�� Malik squealed
in surprise before he burst out laughing. He squirmed slightly under Bakura,
though he clearly had no interest in escaping. "Oh no! Someone save
me!"
�� Bakura
laughed, trying to sound sinister and failing.�
"No one can save you now!"�
With that he leaned in to lick one of Malik's ears experimentally.
�� Malik hunched
his shoulders as he giggled, his face flushed. He grasped Bakura's robe with
both hands, pulling the thief closer. "Ah... help! Help~!"
�� "Mmm...
No one will hear your cries..." Bakura growled playfully in the other
boy's ear, tickling it.� He then slowly
ran his tongue along the outer edge of it, tracing every contour
thoroughly.� The flavor there was
slightly different, but still unmistakably delicious, simply because it was
distinctly Malik.
�� "Ahhhn..."
Malik shivered as he tilted his head to give Bakura more room, his breathing
quickening ever faster. "B-Bakura..."
�� "Like
that?" Bakura practically purred in the blond's ear before licking it
again, pleased that he found another way to make Malik feel good.
�� Malik murmured
quietly, nodding as he gripped the thief's robe ever tighter. He could feel his
heart pounding in his throat as he curled up against the silver-haired boy.
�� After a few
more licks Bakura decided to experimentally nip gently on Malik's ear, curious
about how the other boy would react to such an action.� Just in case Malik didn't like it, however,
he moved his hands to rub the lavender-eyed boy's sides.
�� Malik squeaked
at the nip, then squirmed against Bakura. The bed creaked at the movement,
protesting slightly. "H-hah...!"
�� Bakura took
that reaction as a positive sign while he paused to enjoy the feeling of Malik
writhing up against him.� The sensation
it gave him was so wonderfully enticing; it made him want to feel even more of
his companion's bare body brushing up against his.� With that thought in mind he leaned back so
that he could remove his clothes, the only remaining barrier between complete
flesh against flesh contact.
�� Malik blinked
as he noticed Bakura's movements, then sat up slightly and tugged at the
thief's clothing in an effort to help remove them. He wanted them gone just as
badly as Bakura did!
�� Within a
matter of moments Bakura's clothes were removed and discarded carelessly onto the
floor, followed swiftly thereafter by his jewelry.� Without so much as a pause, the silver haired
boy practically lunged at Malik so that he could passionately kiss the blond's
warm and moist lips with a playful mock growl.
�� Malik gasped
at the rather ferocious response, then giggled in to the kiss as he wrapped his
arms around Bakura's neck. "Mmm..."
�� Bakura smiled
roguishly once the kiss ended as he gave the other boy a rather predatory
gaze.� "You're all mine," he
said lowly, his voice husky with desire.
�� "All
yours," Malik agreed as he arched upwards to brush against Bakura,
shivering at the skin-to-skin contact.
�� Bakura moaned blissfully as he felt his
senses burn wonderfully due to how Malik brushed against him.� Vaguely he remembered what they had done in
the bath not too long ago, but he didn't want this to end as quickly as that
had.� He was determined to make the
pleasure he and the other boy shared last as long as possible.� With that thought in mind he moved to
practically attack Malik's collarbone with hot kisses.
�� Malik whimpered as he slumped his
shoulders, tilting back his head. His heartbeat quickened, his body temperature
rising as Bakura's attention caused an interesting reaction within him. Slowly,
the boy slipped his fingers along the thief's arms before gripping his
companion's shoulders, whimpering. "Baku...
ra..."
�� Bakura answered Malik by murmuring the
other boy's name against his friend's tanned skin before he paused to flick his
tongue lower along Malik's chest, noting the salty tinge of sweat that mingled
with the blond's already delicious flavor.�
The way Malik's voice would grow husky whenever he teased his companion
with his mouth was always so enticing to him, spurring him onto doing more to
make the lavender-eyed boy make more noise like it.
�� Malik shifted slightly underneath Bakura,
gasping for breath. He gently kneaded his fingers into Bakura's skin, moaning
his appreciation for the thief's efforts to please him.
�� Bakura let out a soft moan of his own due
to the massage; even a simple touch from Malik made him feel so fantastic, so
alive.� There was nothing else in the
world that he would rather do at that moment than share such incredible
pleasures with Malik.
�� Malik leaned up to kiss at Bakura's chin,
murmuring encouragement softly. Bakura made him feel things he never had
before, never thought possible. These tender moments together, they made his
life worth living.
�� Bakura couldn't help but smile at Malik
before he moved to brush his lips against his companion's in a tender
kiss.� Rather than neglect pleasuring
Malik while they kissed (and risk the blond asserting control) he ran his hands
up and down along his companion's chest, privately noting every bump and dip he
felt brush against his palms.
�� Malik moaned softly in to the tender kiss,
his arms slipping up and around Bakura's neck. He wanted to be touched all over
by his thief - he wanted to feel his friend's gentle touch on every crevice of
his body.
�� Bakura was more than eager to fulfill
Malik's desires as his hands, skilled and dexterous thanks to being a thief,
quickly moved to focus on a pair of tiny bumps on the blond's chest.� First he experimentally brushed his thumbs
against the somewhat firm nipples before playfully squeezing them between his
fingers.
�� Malik squeaked in surprise, his eyes
snapping open as he arched his back. "AH-!"
�� Immediately Bakura halted his actions as he
heard the cry, and leaned back slightly to get a better look at Malik.� While he was fairly certain that his
companion's cry had been one of pleasure, he had to make sure regardless.� "Malik?"
�� Malik cried out again, but for another
reason. He made a frustrated noise and gripped Bakura's shoulders tightly.
"Bakuraaaaa!"
�� Bakura couldn't help but laugh a little in
amusement.� "Okay, okay, I
understand," he said with a grin.�
As he returned his hands to their previous locations he decided to make
Malik feel even better by moving suddenly to kiss one of the sensitized nubs.
�� Malik mewled again, arching up in to
Bakura's lips as he tightened his grip. "N-nnn... nnn... Bakura..."
�� "Like it?" Bakura asked in a low
throaty tone, already knowing the answer; he just wanted to see how Malik would
react.
�� Malik nodded vigorously, his eyes snapping
shut as he trembled against the thief. "Y-yes... yes... yes..."
�� Bakura smiled mischievously before he
flicked his tongue across the chocolate colored nipple teasingly as he brushed
his thumb across the other firm peak.
�� Malik yipped and bucked slightly, moving
unthinkingly as he pulled Bakura close. He leaned upwards to kiss at the
thief's neck, murmuring affectionately against the hot skin.
�� A husky moan escaped Bakura before he
tilted his head back to make more room for the other boy.� However, he wasn't about to become passive
and just allow Malik to assert control so easily, so he moved one hand
downwards to rub the lavender-eyed boy's stomach as the other hand teasingly
began to trace one of his companion's nipples.
�� Malik made a soft noise of pleasure before
nipping gently at Bakura's neck, rocking his hips so that they brushed against
the thief's intimately. He desired more, faster; he didn't know how long he
could wait.
�� Another moan passed from Bakura's lips and
he couldn't help but rock his own hips to meet Malik's.� It was so hard to concentrate on pleasuring
his companion when the other boy was driving his body wild with pleasure.
�� Malik purred huskily, pleased that the
thief was responding. He hooked a leg around Bakura's waist, using it to pull
the other boy closer for better contact as he ground their hips together.
�� Bakura couldn't help but cry out as his
hard manhood rubbed up against Malik's, causing very strong sensations to
explode throughout his body.� Thoughts of
teasing his companion further were lost as he grabbed the blond's hips and
eagerly rubbed their most intimate areas together with intense vigor.
�� Malik cried
out, half triumphant as he rocked up against Bakura to meet his hips. He
wrapped his other leg around the thief's hips, using both to tug his former
master as close as he possibly could.
�� Bakura called out Malik's name as they
moved together somewhat awkwardly, without any real sense of rhythm to their
movements.� They were both practically
helpless but to obey their bodies' need to rock together so closely and
intimately.
�� Malik leaned forward to nip at Bakura's ear
as he rocked purposely, growing more aggressive and enthused with each moment.
He wanted more, his body demanding greater contact from the thief. He needed it
more than anything he could ever think of ever needing, at least until the
friction began to grow. Blurrily, Malik blinked before peering down between
them. He grimaced before huffing, irritated at the conspiracy his body seemed
to have against enjoying itself.
�� As the friction grew to be unbearable,
Bakura let out an irritated growl as he slowed to a stop.� "This was a lot easier in the
bath," he muttered, his voice so rough with lust that it was practically a
growl. He couldn't help but feel intensely frustrated because of how close he
had been to reaching that peak of pleasure that they had reached last time.
�� "T-that's because we had water to
m-make it slippery," Malik replied, his voice husky. "Just when we
were so close...!"
�� Bakura grunted in agitation, silently
cursing the gods for their misfortune.�
They had been so close and now it seemed that they had to end it: there
was no way that they could get a bath while in the Pharaoh's city, and there
wasn't anything readily available to provide them lubrication so that they
could continue.
�� "We don't have anything we can
use..." Malik whined, his breathing ragged. "And if we don't do
something quick, it'll go away!"
�� "Not if I have anything to say about
it," Bakura growled before he suddenly grasped Malik's manhood firmly but
gently in his hand.
�� Malik squeaked in surprise, then stared at
Bakura. "W-what are you... doing...?"
�� "Making do with what we have,"
Bakura said simply, his voice slightly ragged.�
He then moved lower despite the hindrance of Malik's legs wrapped firmly
around his body, so that he could brush his lips against the very tip of the
blond's aching need.
�� Malik squeaked as he moved his hands to
grip the bed, tangling his fingers in the blankets as his hips quivered.
"B-Baku... Bakura!"
�� Bakura made a low noise, pleased by the
other boy's reaction, before he used his tongue to taste his companion's
hardness.
�� Malik cried out as he curled his toes,
arching up in to Bakura's mouth. "AHN-! AAAAAAAAAAAH-!" he cried out,
clenching the bed so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.
�� "Much better," Bakura practically
purred as he watched Malik go nearly crazy due to his actions.� Slowly he swirled his tongue around the very
tip of the blond's penis, noting the familiar salty flavor he had tasted while
they were in the bath after he lapped up a small bead of moisture that had
already formed atop his companion's erection.
�� Malik whimpered, unable to articulate much
else as his hips rocked slightly. Part of him blushed at the idea of Bakura
using his tongue in such a sensitive area, but he had to admit it felt
unbelievably good.
�� Bakura grunted as the movement of Malik's
body was disrupting his work at pleasuring the other boy, and quickly took a
hold of the blond's hips to try and immobilize them.� Once that was done he teasingly ran his
tongue down from the tip of Malik's erection to the very base and then ran it
back up to the top once again, intending on tasting every inch of his
companion's manhood.
�� Malik whined as his hips became
immobilized, squirming slightly as he trembled. He wanted to squirm, to buck,
or to thrash against the bed in the throws of passion, but Bakura was holding
him still. The fact that the thief was now teasing him only made it worse - and
yet so much better.
�� Bakura practically purred in pleasure as he
lapped at the blond's member thoroughly.�
While his body might have been still screaming for release, watching
Malik go crazy from pleasure was just as good emotionally.� The rush of power he had at being in complete
control over his companion added a delightful spice to his actions as well.
�� Malik continued to whine as he rocked his
hips against Bakura's grip, trying to encourage him to go faster or release
him. He needed the attention so badly, feeling his release so close he could
practically taste it.
�� At noticing
how desperate his companion's thrashing had become, Bakura could easily guess
that Malik wanted more.� For a moment he
pondered how to go even further when an idea suddenly came to him.� He took the tip of Malik's erection into his
hot moist mouth and began to suck gently.
�� Malik's eyes
snapped open as he let out a thin gasp, going slightly tense, as his breathing
grew ragged. "BAKU-!"
�� Bakura made a
slight noise as he continued to suck the blond's length and gently stroked what
he had yet to take into his mouth. His hips twitched as that same area between
his own legs protested loudly at being neglected, but he forced himself to
ignore it so that he could continue, despite how difficult it was.
�� Malik shivered
as he hunched his shoulders, gasping for breath as he snapped his eyes shut
again. He could feel his senses being assaulted by the thief in the most
wonderful way imaginable. He could feel himself begin to tense, just as he had
in the bath with Bakura the first time.
�� Idly Bakura wondered as he worked when the
other boy would find his release as he tried to be ready for the explosion he
knew was coming.� Just how much of that
white cream would Malik make for him?
�� Bakura was about to find out as, at that
moment, Malik arched upwards and let out a scream
for the whole inn to hear. His hands trembled as they violently clutched the
sheets, his entire body going as tight as a drawn bow.
�� Unfortunately Bakura wasn't as prepared as
he had thought, and almost immediately choked on the hot semen that gushed into
his mouth.� He was forced to pull back
and cough the seed up into his hand.� He
had to keep his eyes closed as he did so, as more of it was being splattered
all over his face and chest.
�� Malik slumped against the bed, all of his
energy leaving him and being replaced with an incredible lethargic feeling. He
felt warm all over, yet without the energy to even move an inch.
�� Bakura stuck out his tongue slightly due to
how messy he felt being covered in the other boy's seed.� He knew that he had to try and get better at
swallowing it next time if he wanted to avoid getting sticky again.� As he started to wipe the cream off he
shifted slightly, unable to help it due to how much his own need desperately
needed release.� In spite of the thief's
discomfort, however, he couldn't help but smile at the blissful expression on
Malik's face.
�� Malik panted heavily, his face flushed,
before he peered up lazily at Bakura. He blinked slowly; his eyes dazed, and then
grinned weakly. "Bakura..."
�� "I take it you enjoyed yourself?"
Bakura asked rhetorically with a roguish grin on his face, his voice somewhat
ragged with need.
�� "Ah... ah... huh..." Malik's grin
widened, before it immediately fell again. "B-But... what about
you...?"
�� "Well..."
Bakura began as he paused to look downwards at himself.� After a moment he glanced back upwards at
Malik, giving the blond a lusty, mischievous look as he wiped off a little bit of
the other boy's semen from his face and rubbed it between his fingers.� "Do you think that this will be enough
lubrication?"
�� Malik's cheeks
tinted brilliantly at that, looking adorably embarrassed. "I... don't
know... um... maybe?" he squeaked, his voice breaking.
�� Bakura
couldn't help but burst out laughing at how comedic yet adorable his companion
was at that moment.� It even managed to
distract him from the powerful need that desperately wanted to be fulfilled,
even if for just a moment or two.
�� "W-what's
so funny?" Malik pouted. He tried to ignore how embarrassed he sounded;
even in his own ears, he sounded rather pathetic.
�� "Oh...
just your reaction," Bakura explained as his laughter died down to quiet
chuckles.� He then moved in close to lick
the blond's nose, as he couldn't very well poke it when his hands were all
sticky.
�� "M-mwrf,"
Malik grunted in response, then moved to lick at Bakura's nose in retaliation.
"Hmph!"
�� Bakura let out
a soft muffled noise at the lick, blinking, before he smiled wickedly and
started to rub his sticky hands between the other boy's legs.
�� "A-aaah..."
Malik arched upwards slightly, grasping Bakura's shoulders tightly as he spread
his legs. He could feel himself growing excited all over again, energized by
Bakura's gentle touch.
�� The thief
couldn't help but smile even wider as he grasped his friend's once again firm
manhood.� "You recover
quickly," he teased, though his voice was ragged, and his hips twitched
with need to rock against Malik's.
�� "Y-you do
things to me..." Malik murmured; his voice ragged. "I can't help
it..."
�� "I know
what you mean..." Bakura mumbled into the other boy's ear before taking a
hold of his friend's hips.� He
practically trembled in anticipation before he brushed his neglected member
against Malik's with a cry of delight.
�� Malik echoed
that cry as he arched upwards to meet Bakura's hips, hooking one leg around the
other boy to pull him closer. His senses were alive again, the flames within
him rekindled.
�� Now that
Bakura could allow himself to lose himself in the pleasures of the flesh he was
only too eager to oblige by rocking with his friend rather swiftly, only
pausing to grind their hips together at the apex of each intimate thrust.� With each and every movement he would moan
rather loudly, as the intense sensations assaulted his body wonderfully.
�� Malik
whimpered and leaned upwards to kiss at Bakura's neck, allowing the other boy
to guide their hips as he paid more attention to his former master's skin. He
wanted to taste every inch of him, but he'd settle for what wouldn't interfere
at the moment.
�� Eagerly Bakura
tilted his head to the side to allow the blond to taste him and add to the
pleasure.� Idly noted how awkward the
position was to move them together in, as concentrating on moving them both
together properly distracted him from the pleasure enough to be able to
think.� Unfortunately he couldn't think
of how to better alter their position at the moment, so instead he tried to rub
their hips and erections together even faster so that they could lose
themselves in ecstasy and forget anything else.
�� Malik
whimpered against Bakura's skin as he quivered against the thief, his heart
racing. He bucked against Bakura before moving his hips to match the rhythm. It
was growing more and more difficult to concentrate...
�� Suddenly
Bakura tensed up completely, as his virgin body had quickly reached his limit,
and threw his head back to scream Malik's name at the top of his lungs, unable
to care if anyone else in the inn might hear him.
�� Malik cried
out as he felt the explosion before he too arched up and added to the mess with
an eruption of his own. "B-BAKURA-!"
�� Bakura
screamed until he ran out of air, gazing blindly into space as the pleasure
ravaged his body.� Finally the pleasure
died down and the tension was released, allowing him to collapse tiredly atop
of the other boy's sweaty body.
�� Malik slumped
underneath Bakura, panting heavily as he stared at the ceiling. Stars danced in
his vision as the room slowly spun about, hinting at how disoriented the poor
boy was.
�� "Malik..."
Bakura murmured breathlessly in the other boy's ear between ragged breaths,
just as dazed as his friend.
�� "Bakuraaaa..."
Malik purred as he nuzzled the thief, closing his eyes. He felt so content, so
warm and safe in the other boy's arms.
�� Bakura let out
a quiet pleased rumbling noise deep inside his throat before he returned the
nuzzling lazily.� They were both
thoroughly spent after the excitement of the day and especially after the
excitement they shared with one another.�
At that moment everything seemed just perfect.
�� Unfortunately
that feeling was not to last for very long.
�� BAM! BAM! BAM!
The door jerked violently, as if a heavy fist were pounding on it mercilessly.
�� "KEEP IT
DOWN IN THERE!" an irritated voice growled through the door. "We're
trying to SLEEP!"
�� Malik's eyes
bugged out as all the color drained from his face, looking as if someone had
kicked him in the stomach.
�� Instantly
Bakura's body went tense, though for a completely different reason than he had
before, and he jerked upwards into a sitting position as he cast a sharp gaze
at the door, half expecting someone to barge through it.
�� "You hear
me!?" the voice continued to snarl. "Keep it DOWN!"
�� Malik curled up
slightly, hiding his face in his hands, as he looked absolutely mortified.
Someone had heard them!
�� "Shut
UP!" Bakura snarled as he quickly grabbed his sarong from the floor and
put it back on, despite how messy he currently was.� "We were
TRYING to SLEEP!"
�� "Sounded
like you were screwing something in there!" came the very vulgar and rude
reply.
�� Malik wanted
to curl up and die.
�� "Who and
what I do are none of your business!"
Bakura shouted, angry at both the tone and at being interrupted when he and Malik
were having a beautiful moment together.�
It didn't take long for him to quickly wipe himself off with the bed
sheet, get dressed, and toss his companion's clothes at his embarrassed friend,
just in case.
�� Malik reached
for his clothes, looking even more humiliated. He really wished he were back at
the cave with Bakura, without any loud and angry men screaming at them.
�� "Then do
it QUIETLY!" the voice behind the door snapped.
�� "You're
one to talk!" Bakura retorted as he held his knife behind his back, ready
to lash it out should whoever the booming voice belonged to decide to barge in
and try and make them quiet physically.�
"All of your shouting has probably woken everyone else up by now!� Just shut up and go away!"
�� "Fine,
but if I hear ONE MORE THING, so HELP ME-!" the voice grew muffled,
signaling the man was moving away.
�� "Feh,"
Bakura spat as he glared at the door, only slightly relaxing his stance by
holding his knife at his side.� Silently
he cursed the rude man for the interruption.�
Undoubtedly he wouldn't be able to relax now until they were back at the
cave again.
�� Malik whined
quietly as he buried his face in the pillow. What a horrifying end to such a
wonderful experience.
�� Bakura glanced
over at his friend then let out a weary sigh.�
After setting down his knife on the table beside the bed he slipped back
into bed to gently cuddle Malik close.�
"Are you okay?" he whispered gently into the other boy's ear.
�� "...That
was embarrassing," Malik mumbled, rolling over so that he was pressed up
against the thief.
�� "Mmm..."
Bakura nodded in agreement as he nuzzled the blond affectionately.� "Well, it's not going to happen next
time."� He then kissed the other
boy's cheek softly.
�� "Mrf...
Good..." Malik nuzzled back, then sighed and closed his eyes again. He
listened to Bakura's heartbeat, attempting to forget the rude disturbance.
�� "We'll be
back home by tomorrow," Bakura continued quietly as he started to run his
fingers through his companion's golden hair soothingly.� A crooked mischievous grin appeared on his
face.� "We'll be able to make all
the noise we want there and there will be no one to stop us."
�� Malik blushed
brightly at that, nodding. However, he couldn't help but get the strange
feeling he had that Bakura might have just jinxed them.
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