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Wish You Were Here With Me	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Author: Well I intend to finish all my fics
so I'm gonna get onto Chapter Three!!! ^^
Malik: I'm not as angsty as you say I
am!
Author: * sigh* That's cause I'm not
there yet! Patience! If I started, BOOM, everything at once, then it would
sound cheesy and rushed!
Malik: True...but Ryou's more angsty
than me and I'm supposed to be the star!
Author: BTW, if these notes sound a bit warped, it�s because I
write them according to my reviews on mm.org, but I�ll edit them here and there
cause you guys are special and deserve to be spoken to as well!
Malik: True true�hehe
Author: People these days... ><;;;
Anyways, please R&R!

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Bakura felt sticky when he awoke, his body still pressed to
Marik's heated one. Looking up he stared at the other yami's face; his face
looked so peaceful, at rest, exposing the beautiful porcelain features that he
and his hikari shared. Pretending that the wild haired Egyptian was actually
Malik, he reached up and kissed him gently, the way he usually did every
morning.
Marik opened his eyes sleepily, "Hi bitch."
That instantly snapped Bakura from his reverie, Malik NEVER
addressed him as that... he's too sweet, "Morning," Bakura said
grumpily, angered by the last comment. Pushing Marik away he swung himself out
of bed, "I'm going to take a shower."
As Marik watched the door slam, he grew pissed. What in the right
mind did the thief have a right to do that? Was he just a sex whore to him? Was
he nothing more but a good fuck to him? Throwing the covers back he climbed out
of bed, "That son of a bitch, for a minute there I actually thought he
cared..." growling he dressed and left the room. He was planning to leave
in a fury, but Ryou's white haired head popped out from his bedroom.
"Are you alright?" his soft voice asked.
Marik froze at the stairwell, "Yes, what makes you think
that?" he snapped back.
"You seem upset...I'm sorry..."
"You'd be fucking pissed too if Bakura treated you like a
fuck toy!"
"Actually, I'm the one who was treated like a fuck toy you
asshole!"
Marik whirled to come face to face with the tomb robber, his body
wrapped only in a towel, drying his hair. He was about to make a retort when he
was socked firmly in the jaw. Stumbling back he fell down the stairs.
"Omigod!" Ryou flew from
the room after the Egyptian as he crashed down the stairs and landed with a
dull thud.
"Oh.... fuck that smarts..." Marik groaned as Ryou knelt
down beside him.
Bakura gaped from the top of the stairs; he didn't mean to hurt
him that badly.
"You good for nothing bitch," Marik struggled to stand
with the help of the pale haired hikari, "this is how you treat your
lovers huh? After a good fuck you trash them; no wonder my hikari left
you."
Trembling with renewed anger Bakura growled, threatening,
"Don't you talk about our relationship you-"
"That's right, I shouldn't," heaving on his coat Marik
turned to leave, "but I CAN wonder why I ever had feelings for an ass like
you." He left.
Those words blew Bakura away; he stood there, stunned at the top
of the stairs. Marik actually cared about him?
"Bakura..." Ryou tugged on his arm gently,
"Bakura..."
Bringing his dark side back to reality he gazed at his hikari,
"What is it?"
"Bakura...I think he means what he says..."
"Then maybe he wouldn't call me a bitch!"
Ryou cringed, "I'm sorry, I was just trying to help.
Marik's...a little more wild and dark sided than Malik is, you would expect him
to say something like that. You talk like that too..."
Now that he mentioned it...he did. Bakura rubbed his hikari
affectionately on the head, "You're really sweet Ryou, and understanding
too. Listen," he leaned in and pecked the smaller boy on the forehead,
"I'm very proud to have you as my hikari."
Blushing Ryou squeaked as he backed away, "Um."
Smiling, Bakura went back to his room to get dressed, "I'll
go see Marik later."
As he watcthe the door close Ryou spoke softly, "I'm proud to
have you as my yami as well."

Malik pressed his head onto the table, too dizzy to even sit up.
After 6 beers he felt sick, yet he kept the drinks coming. Without Bakura in
his life, he is in the deepest realms of hell. He wanted to hear the white
haired thief's voice, even if it was just a ton of bitching, even if he was
just yelling at him, he wanted to hear his love's voice.
Opening his eyes he groaned, "Shit..." everybody's face
was becoming distorted, and he from his currently twisted mind everything was
beginning to look like Bakura, even the bottle in front of him reminded the
Egyptian of a certain body part of Bakura's body.
He shook his head, moaning in pain from the wave of nausea that
overcame him. He knows it's dangerous to hallucinate like this; he could end up
following some stranger home or something... "Must...not...think...must
not..." pushing away the beer offered to him by the bartender he ordered
some water instead with the hope to dilute the alcohol in his system.
"Hey bitch."
Malik turned around, it can't be! Standing casually, leaning
against the counter, drinking beer, was none other than his lover, Bakura.
"What...the hell are you doing here?" He gazed at his surroundings,
everything else seemed to have gone back to normal despite the blurriness; this
MUST be Bakura.
"You've had too much to drink, come you bitch."
Malik was dragged roughly from the stool of where he sat,
"W-where are we going?" his words slurred.
"To fuck." The words were simple enough.
Bakura must be sex deprived from the tone of his voice.
Malik willingly followed the other out of the bar into the night.
It seemed too good to be true; is that why Bakura hasn't been calling him? To surprise him with a visit? Being tugged after the boy, he
saw a large building come into view.
"Welcome to my apartment," Bakura lead Malik up some
flights of stairs and down hallways, up to a worn, green door.
That didn't seem right, "Huh? Why would he have an-" he
cried out as he was thrown roughly into the room. Landing on the floor his
world spun, too disoriented to get up.
"I've hadn't had a good fuck in awhile, I hope you are one
good whore."

***
Malik's P.O.V.

I couldn't tell what was left or what was right. Pain shot from my
groin as Bakura grabbed it roughly, groping me painfully. "S-stop...it
hurts."
"Don't you stop me you whore," I was brought into a
bruising, punishing kiss from the tomb robber. I was then flung onto his bed.
Bakura was wild! I've never seen him so aroused before. I was afraid, but I
didn't want to stop him, what if he got mad and left me again? I let him
continue his advancements.
My body jerked as he tore my shirt away from me, "Damn, you are
one sexy slut," he bent over and sucked forcefully at my nipples, I could
feel them hardening under his tongue. I moaned in pained pleasure as he bit
down.
"You like it you bitch, tell me you like it."
Gasping, I replied, "I-I like it�I like it�I LIKE IT!!!� I
arched towards him, eager for more. If this was a dream, I didn�t want it to
end.
�Good whore,� the young man flipped me around, �what the fuck is
with the designs on your back?�
Flinching away I grew confused, Bakura knew that there were
carvings on my back, �They�re the carvings that were put on my back when I was
ten, the memory of the Pharaoh. Don�t you remember?�
�I have no fucking clue what you�re talking about, but you�re hot
so I don�t give a shit.� The hands began to rub against my back, and the
sensitive skin goose bumped with pleasure.

Normal P.O.V.

Malik was very perplexed; how could Bakura forget what was on his
back? Much less not care? Was he hallucinating still that the person in front
of him was Bakura? But everything had gone back to normal at the bar�. what the
hell was going on?
He wasn�t given much time to contemplate when a hand grabbed the
bulge in his pants. Surprised he lashed out and knocked Bakura onto the ground.
�Fuck!� he picked himself up, �Bad dog, you deserve to be punished.�
Panicking Malik backed up on the bed, but the other leaped upon
him, restraining his arms effectively against the bed poles. His hands were
tied there with rope that was just SO conveniently placed nearby. Bakura must
have planned this all along, �Let me go�please.�
�Not until you get your just desserts, slut.� Malik felt his legs
getting pushed up to meet his face. He thanked Ra that he was flexible, or else
he would have snapped a tendon by now. Bakura tied his ankles next to his
hands; it was extremely uncomfortable, his butt perked up from the position.
�Bakura�what are you��
�Shut up slut, and don�t call me a name I don�t know of.�
The young Egyptian�s eyes widened, �What do you mean?�
�SHUT UP!� a long rod rapped against his bottom painfully.
Confusion plus his drunken state left Malik completely stoned, he
must be misinterpreting words or something, it must be Bakura�what in hell is
he even thinking about? Completely lost and dazed, he didn�t notice the blow
until a second, harder one came. �Ah!� Malik cringed, �Stop it!�
�This is your punishment,� whipping him over and over again Malik
could feel tears stinging his eyes.
�Stop it�please�� the boy�s beg sounded pathetic even to his own
ears, �I�ll be good, I promise, I�ll do anything�I�m�I�m�� choking he finished,
�I�m your whore. I�ll do anything you want.�
The beating stopped almost immediately, �I see you�re learning.�
Malik�s legs sprung out col collapsed on the bed immediately once
he was untied. He didn�t have much time to rest,
however, as he was yanked up by the hair, �Blow me, you fucking whore.�
The Egyptian complied. Slowly he unbuckled Bakura�s pants, and
tugged them down with his boxers. He leaned in, but still slightly dizzy his
head fell onto the other young man�s groin, �I�m sorry�you�re
just�comfortable,� Malik said quietly, rubbing his head against Bakura�s
manhood and testicles.
There was no move to hit him, �I�ll let you go this time because
it feels good, damn�� Bakura gave a small moan, �but hurry up.�
Nodding, Malik slipped the penis seductively into his mouth,
suckling on it as a cat would for its mother�s milk, �Come for me,� he said
silently as he sucked on the erection; the only sounds in the room the sounds
of his mouth. Using his hands, wrists slightly raw from the rope, he fondled
the other�s sacs.
Bakura moaned, latching his hand in Malik�s hair, he brought the
boy up and down upon his hardness, �You are very good at this��
Encouraged, Malik sucked harder, longing for his lover�s release.
A hot liquid spurted into his mouth and he swallowed it graciously.
As he just finished licking the remains of the semen off his lips
he was hurled onto the bed again. His stomach started to churn, but he
swallowed his bile; he�ll puke later, in the morning�
Bakura was masturbating himself quickly to erect against and
advancing to the other boy he grabbed moisturizer off a shelf. He slapped some
on his erection rapidly and grabbing Malik�s ass cheeks he plunged inside the
other boy.
Malik arched, his gasp cut off by his injured choke; he couldn�t
recall Bakura being so big. All the sessions he�s had with the boy they always
fit perfectly. This time, however, was painful and uncomfortable. �Dear Ra��
The white haired yami didn�t wait for the other to adjust as he quickly
withdrew and thrust full force into him again.
�Dear Ra,� Malik whimpered again as Bakura pounded into him.
�Tell me you like it bitch,� Bakura slapped his buttocks as one
would to a horse. The young man lay down and brought Malik into a sitting position,
�Pound yourself, slut.�
�I like�it�I�ll fuck myself for you�� placing his hands on either
side of Bakura�s hips to steady himself, he brought himself up and down upon
the thief�s manhood, feeling the swollen organ jab into his body, �Oh�Ra�� his
breathing grew heavy as he bounced up and down.
�Come on bitch, tell me you like it, tell
me you want me to fuck you!�
�I WANT IT!� Malik cried out, � Dear Ra
fuck me!!! FUCK ME!!!�
Bakura placed his hands around Malik�s lean waist and took over,
bringing Malik up and down upon his erection, �Touch yourself, I want to see
you please yourself.�
The tanned boy slowly brought his hands to his own penis, stroking
it, his fingers sliding up and down as he continued to be pounded, �Oh�� he
stroked his testicles, rolling the velvety sacs between his hands, �Oh Ra�don�t
stop�. don�t stop until you�ve released into me�please��
�I�ll do as you say you whore,� the thrusting continued until
Malik felt him explode into his body. He pumped himself faster until he
released into his hands. He collapsed on top of his white haired lover, �I love
you��
The tomb robber ignored him, �feed me your cum, boy.�
Hurt by his ignorance, Malik raised his fingers for Bakura to suck
on.
�You taste great, I haven�t tasted such
great cum in a long time.�
Did that mean that Bakura was sleeping with other men? �You
mean�you�ve had others before me? Tonight?�
�Fuck yea, you�re a whore, what do you expect? Of course I�ve
fucked many others. But you�re a good one; I think I�ll keep you this time.�
Tears pricked Malik�s eyes and he tried hard to blinem aem away;
so Bakura has been with other men in the meantime. Unable to derive a reason he
concluded that it must be his fault. He made Bakura upset in their last
conversation, that�s probably why Bakura slept with other men; they HAD broke
up after all...but he wants him back now�smiling softly he closed his eyes,
drifting off to sleep, lulled by the other young man�s snores.

Malik�s P.O.V.

My eyes opened sleepily. I took in my surroundings, trying to recall
what happened last night. My head hurt like hell, I don�t even know why I binge
on alcohol so much especially when I know the side effects. I remember vaguely
getting super drunk, and then I went to the apartment of�.
Bakura!
My heart leaped. Bakura took me back; it was just too good to be
true. Twisting in the sheets, I turned to see the face of my lover.
My heart broke in despair and in fear.
The dream I wished wouldn�t end, just did.
Lying beside me was a foreign Englishman.

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