• 1-Forget-Me-Not
• 2-Is this real?
• 3-It's true!!!
• 4-Solace

Domino High School was ten minutes away from Malik Ishtar’s house. He took his motorcycle to the school every day and sometimes, when he was asked, gave rides to Yugi or his friends. It was Monday, and Mondays and Fridays were Malik’s days to take Tea to dance classes.

Taking Tea to her classes wasn’t what sent shudders down Malik’s spine every other day. It was gym class. Gym required him to take off his school uniform, revealing the markings on his back to the entire locker room of boys. Ever since the first time he dressed for that class, he had to put up with the odd looks and the secretive whispers.

And the worse part came whenever he worked out enough to develop a good sweat in class. Showering. Then and only then did his classmates that were unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on one’s view) to walk in on Malik saw just how far those markings went. It was the one thing he absolutely hated about that period.

And every Monday and Friday that gym fell upon, Malik had to take his shower right when everyone else in gym class was in the locker room so that Tea could get to the recital hall on time.

"Hey good game out there Ishtar!" the coach called out after the sweaty teen as he entered the locker room. In response turned and smirked, accidentally bumping into someone, knocking him off his feet.

"Sorry!" he said turning around ready to help the boy to his feet when he froze when he saw exactly whom he bumped into. His jaw dropped as he begged his eyes to be betraying him.

Ryou Bakura rose to his feet on his own and flashed Malik a friendly smile.

"It’s okay." He told the older boy brightly. "Accidents happen."

Malik laughed nervously and quickly dashed to his locker, leaving the confused albino behind. With a shrug, Ryou went to his own locker.

The sound and smells of twenty sweaty and roughhousing boys filled the air as Malik pulled out his uniform, boots, and shampoo out of his locker, went into a unoccupied shower and pulled the curtain shut behind him. He laid his clothes on the far side of the stall so they wouldn’t get wet, then stripped off his gym clothes, shoes and socks and laid them down in the same spot. Before turning the faucet on, the teen tipped the showerhead down as an extra measure to keep his clothes dry.

The cold water striking his flesh nearly made him shriek but he kept silent and waited for it to warm before stepping fully into the spray.

Steaming hot water washed away the dirt and grime that built up on his rock hard body, rolling down his slowly relaxing muscles and down into the drain. Once he was wet enough to his satisfaction, Malik grabbed the bottle of aloe vera and honeysuckle shampoo and began putting a modest amount in his hair and began massaging it in.

"Your hair is so soft. Soft and light like corn silk. What do you use on it?" asked an insidious voice from the depths of his memory.

Malik scrubbed harder at his hair, clinching his eyes close.

"Malik, open your eyes and listen to me."

Smoky lavender eyes fluttered open to look upon the man in front of him. Once again Malik tried to kiss Bakura again but the yami stopped him.

"Shut up." He growled to himself in the shower and tried to escape his thoughts by slipping his sudsy head into the warm spray. Water sluiced over his eyes and body, replacing the male musky scents in the stall with a garden of honeysuckle.

"You are a very naughty boy." Bakura rasped in his ear.

"Such language, Malik. Wherever did you learn such improper words?"

He cried out and threw his head back as Bakura’s hands began stroking his suddenly naked flesh, moving down to his hard arousal.

Malik could feel himself harden with the memory and he quickly spun the dial to switch the warm water to icy cold. He bit his arm to prevent himself from crying out but the memories refused to stop with the shrinking of his hard on.

Beginning from his shoulders down to his waist, warm fingers gently ran over the scars on Malik’s back, tracing each one delicately. While fingers danced over his back, a hand began caressing the flesh of his chest. The hand moved to twist his nipples between soft thumb and forefinger until Malik hissed, rocking back into Bakura.

"You like that?" the yami whispered in his ear as the hand on Malik’s back moved to the front and dipped under his waistband, journeying to his aroused flesh. When Bakura’s hand met what it sought, the teen cried out only to have his head jerked back and lips captured in a demanding kiss.

Malik didn’t realize he wasn’t alone in the shower until he heard someone gasp behind him. He spun around and saw familiar chocolate orbs wide in shock attached to a blushing face.

"Um, I didn’t know the stall was taken." Ryou stuttered looking somewhere other than at Malik. He began backing out of the stall.

"Um, I can see why you’re so good in sports." The boy said conversationally now chancing a look at Malik’s surprised face. "Nice muscles!" he said cheerfully before blushing a bright red and dashing out.

He backed into the wall behind him under the shower spray before his knees went out and he slid to the floor. A sudden urge to scream came over him followed by the urge to laugh hysterically.

"Oh Ra, with your infinite power and wisdom, please tell me Ryou didn’t just say what I thought he said." He muttered.

As if to answer the plea given to one of them, the gods decided that this would be an excellent time for a fire drill.

Malik’s curses in every language he knew joined several others as half dressed teens were forced out of the locker room. He sighed again rising to get dressed to join the others when shadows slammed into him, bouncing his head off the wall.

"Malik…" a distant voice was saying as they gently patted his cheek. The teen moaned and a familiar chuckle filled the room.

"Malik, wake up." The voice said firmly and snickered. "You don’t wish to miss what I have in store, do you?"

He moaned again and cracked his eyes open. His lavender eyes went wide in shock as he tried to jerk away from the one in front of him. But he found he couldn’t.

Like in some hazy half dream he had before, Malik was hand cuffed to the shower head with his arms above him. Nude along with Bakura. An aroused Bakura.

Malik squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head aside so not to reveal the deep blush darkening his features. Bakura cupped his chin and turned his face where he could see the blush.

"Ryou was right about something." the yami murmured an inch from Malik’s lips. "You do have nice muscles."

Malik’s eyes shot open and he squeaked adorably when Bakura’s hands cupped his ass cheeks and jerked him hard against his body, grinding Malik’s growing erection with his own. Bakura chuckled and dug his fingernails into the teen, eliciting another uncontrolled squeak.

"You squeak."

"So what" Malik snapped. "You have a thing for gold shiny objects."

Bakura smiled as he released his grip on Malik and slid down his body.

"Among other things." He replied poised over the teen’s throbbing erection. Malik’s eyes went wide and he backed up a step.

"Oh no, you leave that rod alone!"

Bakura smirked up at him, "Would you give me the Millennium Rod instead?"

"No!"

&Bakura’s smirk became decisively more devious as he replied, "Then I guess I’ll have to have this one instead."

Malik’s cry of denial as Bakura jerked him towards him switched to one of mutinous pleasure as Bakura began to suck on his manhood. His tongue rasped on the tender flesh, slithering and writhing like a predatory snake.

"Amanuet save me." Malik whispered.

Why would she protect someone like you, a voice inside him asked. She suckled kings, protected worthier men than a scarred up ex-hikari, ex-Tomb Keeper, stupid boy like yourself.

Malik whimpered as Bakura’s hands began delivering feather light touches to the lower fringes of his scarred back.

You deserve this, the voice told him. You want it.

No, he denied even as he thrust himself into Bakura’s mouth. The yami hummed in delight, sending shivers of delight through Malik.

"Oh gods!" Malik cried as he felt himself come close to climaxing. Suddenly Bakura pulled back and released him then stood.

Eyes he didn’t know he closed opened and Malik looked at Bakura, who was looking back at him curiously.

The yami’s mind was awhirl. Should I? Should I give him that power? A wicked smile graced Bakura’s features. No time like the present to try new things.

He unhooked the cuffs from the showerhead, twisted them backwards so now Malik was forced to face the wall and hooked them back on the showerhead.

Bakura’s eyes caressed the designs on Malik’s back before his fingers began tracing the lines of paler flesh. He lapped at them next and slipped the handcuffs off the showerhead. Immediately Malik took over.

He took a hold of Bakura and slammed him against the wall before capturing his lips in a scorching kiss. Malik’s tongue invaded Bakura’s mouth and dueled with the tongue inside. He released the yami’s mouth, spinning him around as he slipped his bound arms over him and began tracing kisses up his jaw before nipping at Bakura’s ear.

Before Bakura was struggling to gain control of the situation again, now he froze making helpless kitten like noises as Malik began pumping his softening arousal. Soon it became hard as the one poised at Bakura’s entrance that just at that moment slammed inside of him.

It was both Malik and Bakura that cried out. Malik, in pleasure of the tight sheath of Bakura’s body and Bakura in pain of the sudden invasion, both though began crying out in pleasure soon after.

"Harder." The yami ground out ignoring the blood that was sliding down his body. Malik obliged and thrust harder into his body and pumped him faster.

Soon both were screaming out their joint climaxes and sliding down onto one another.

They stirred only after a few moments and it was Bakura who stirred first by turning around to face Malik. Freeing him from his body. He brushed back a few wisps of Malik’s hair from his face.

"Thank you for the flowers" the teen murmured with his eyes shut.

Bakura smirked, "So you figured out who bought the forget-me-nots."

Malik nodded, "I threw them against the wall and shoved them into the garbage disposal."

The yami kissed Malik on the forehead, "I’ll buy more."

"Don’t."

Bakura cocked his head, "Why not?"

"I want to forget this ever happened."

The yami kissed him on the forehead again, "If that’s what you wish."

Malik opened his eyes in time to see the Millennium Ring glow overcome him.

"Malik! Are you alright?" a familiar voice asked as his eyes fluttered open. Ryou looked around and pulled the curtain to cover the lower half of Malik’s body. The other students were coming back in from the fire drill and he felt Malik would be more embarrassed if more people saw him in the buff.

"Ryou?" the Egyptian croaked as the other boy helped him sit up. "What happened?"

"You must of slipped and hit your head while trying to get out." Ryou explained. "No one except me and Yugi realized you were missing from the fire drill so I slipped in and…" He blushed.

"Thanks." Malik replied unconsciously tugging the fallen curtain a little tighter around him. He touched his head and reassured himself the shampoo was out.

"Well guess I’m done showering." He said with a wry grin.

Ryou laughed, "Guess so. Want me to hold the curtain up so you can dress?"

"Sure."

Ryou told Tea about the accident and she made Tristan take her to dance class, so Malik was left alone to walk his bike to his house. He made sure to walk just fast enough to be home before Isis or Rashid began to worry.

Upon hearing why he was missing from roll call outside during the fire drill, the coach called his family. It took Malik ten minutes to assure Rashid that he was fine and five to assure Isis that he would be home in twenty minutes.

He would have told her ten but Malik needed time to think. Something was at the back of his mind told him something happened today. Something about Bakura.

"He’s in the Shadow Realm." Malik grumbled. "He’s been in the Shadow Realm for a month. If something happened it’s just a dream."

When he got home, the living room was filled with familiar tiny blue flowers. Isis smiled when she saw him and handed him a tiny card then walked off.

"This time, don’t stuff them in the garbage disposal. Forget-me-not…."