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Interchangeable	By : TMD Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3 - Angry Sex is Always the Best

Bakura and Marik burst out laughing once they knew the cops were far past them. The two were too fucked up to be angry, so they couldn’t do anything but laugh at the moment. The rush they had just experienced had wiped them nearly clean of energy.

Marik caught his breath first, making his voice be heard, “And you call yourself the King of Thieves! My ass!”

They stared at each other, then started laughing again.

“Hey, fucker, all I was doing was tearing shit up,” Bakura replied when he gained enough breath to speak, “Not thieving. Originally. I can’t pass up a good opportunity when it presents itself.”

“Uh-huh,” Marik rolled his eyes, “I know. I saw the look in your eyes when you saw all that money.”

Bakura shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and emptied them, laughing, “Damn it, I can’t help it!” He threw wads of money on the floor next to him, then started to straighten it all into a stack, “It’s what I do.”

Marik stared at the money, then cackled, “I so fucking knew it! ....So, how much did you get?”

Bakura smirked as he counted through the money, “A little more than a grand.”

Marik snickered as he lit a cigarette, tossing the pack to Bakura so he could do the same. The Egyptian watched as Bakura lit a cigarette, blowing out smoke through his nostrils.

“Do you think all the shit we do will catch up with us and we’ll end up spending an eternity in prison?” he asked, knowing the randomness of his question.

Without pausing to think about what had just been asked, Bakura replied with, “Why? Losing faith in your ability to commit crime without getting caught?”

“Of course not,” Marik snorted, placing the cigarette he held between his lips, “It was just a random thought. Now, what else do you want to do tonight?”

Bakura pulled out his cell phone and looked at the time, “It’s 11:30, I have to go home.”

“Why?” Marik cocked an eyebrow.

Bakura got up, brushing himself off, “So I can get laid.”

“Oh, well then,” Marik got up also and headed to the door.

Bakura pulled out the motorcycle keys from his jacket and stopped next to Marik by the door of the abandoned warehouse they were in. The former tomb-raider cracked the door open, peering out into the darkness. He saw no movement and no light, so he pushed the door farther open and stepped outside into the night air, looking around.

Marik followed behind him as they walked to the bike, Bakura hopping on first, then Marik. The engine was started and the other spirit revved up the bike, taking off down the alleyway, grinning insanely as he made a dangerously sharp turn to exit the alley.

Bakura didn’t fuck around on the way back to his place, he just sped down the roads, swerving through out traffic so he could be home with a few minutes to spare until midnight. Marik tried to cause destruction on the way over to the other’s house, but at the speed they were going, he couldn’t hit anything.

“You wanted to tear shit up, but you’re going too fast to do that!” Marik shouted at Bakura, agitated that he couldn’t cause any destruction.

“We did!” Bakura shouted back over his shoulder, “Now, I wanna get laid, so shut the fuck up!”

“All you think about is sex!” Marik rolled his eyes as he smacked Bakura on the back of the head, “It distracts you!”

“Look who’s fucking talking!” Bakura brought his elbow back and caught Marik right in between the eyes, making him see stars.

The thief’s house was right up the road and it was a good thing because Marik fell off of the back of the bike, dizzy. Bakura stopped and turned around, laughing at Marik sprawled out on the ground. He kicked the kickstand down and got up, grabbing onto the other’s hand and yanking him to his feet.

“Come on, you idiot, you can sleep on my couch,” the tomb-raider said, helping the other onto the bike and hopping on himself, only to be leaned all over by Marik, “Fucking moron.”

They pulled into the driveway a few minutes later and Bakura shoved the other spirit off of him onto the pavement. Marik landed with a thud, yet managed to stay passed out. Bakura shook his head and stepped over him, heading to the house. He fumbled through his pockets and pulled out his keys, squinting his eyes to try to see which was the correct key.

He pushed the key into the door and turned it, shoving the door open to a dark house. Stepping inside, he took a look around. Ryou wasn’t here. He hadn’t been here for some time.

“RYOU!” Bakura shouted, frustrated, through their mind link.

/Yes, yami?/ was the reply in a sweet, innocent voice.

//You said midnight! Where the fuck are you?//

/Yami’s, we’re hanging out./

The dark spirit’s eyes glowed red, //Why the fuck are you with him when you said you were going to be here at a certain fucking time?! You had plans with me, damn it!//

/You don’t own me, I can hang out with my friend if I want,/ the man huffed, becoming angry as well, /At least I’m not out running the streets with the laws chasing after me!/

Bakura stopped and laughed before he could reply. So his little light had seen him. How funny. “You mean you’re not turned on by that?” he asked, snickering.

/I’m not Marik!/ came the angry reply which made Bakura laugh even harder.

“Okay, okay,” Bakura threw his hands up and slammed the front door behind him, leaving Marik passed out in the middle of the driveway, “Actually that motherfucker is with me.”

/Why am I not surprised?/

//Well, he’s in the driveway....//

/Should I even ask?/

“Maybe later,” Bakura replied, running a hand through his silver locks, as he headed up the stairs, “So when the fuck are you coming home?”

/Oh, I don’t know,/ Ryou replied, shrugging, seemingly unconcerned with Bakura’s need, /When I feel like it./

//Dear, God, my influence is really starting to kick in,// Bakura paused for a moment and thought about that. That wasn’t a good thing, //Oh, shit.//

Ryou laughed, /I’ll be home in less than an hour, yami. Don’t worry. Bye now./ At that, the link was blocked. Bakura stood there for a moment. He was the one who was supposed to block the link, not Ryou. Things had really changed between them as of late.

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Ryou shook his head as he pulled into his driveway and saw Marik passed out next to the motorcycle. He wasn’t surprised, just annoyed. He turned the car off and stepped out, walking around it to poke at Marik with his foot.

The yami groaned and rolled over to his other side, but still didn’t wake up. Not seeing the point in trying to wake up the idiot, Ryou turned and headed to the house. There was a faint golden glow in Bakura’s bedroom window he noticed as he walked up on the house.

“Probably some candles,” Ryou muttered aloud to himself as he reached in his pocket to pull out his house keys.

“Or shadow magic,” a deep whisper sounded in Ryou’s ear, making him nearly jump out of his skin.

He twisted around, ready to smack whoever was behind him, but his arm was caught by a pale hand. Bakura had a wicked grin on his face as he stared at his freaked out counterpart.

“You fucking basshole!” Ryou yelled into Bakura’s face, trying to pull away from his firm grasp, “You scared the shit out of me!”

“That was the point,” Bakura smirked at him, pulling him closer to himself, “And now that you’re finally home....”

“Fuck you! You’re not getting any sex tonight!” Ryou shouted at him, trying to pull away from the spirit in vain, “At least, not from me anyway! Let me go, damn it!”

“Don’t make this difficult, boy,” Bakura growled, pulling the smaller man flush against him and grinding onto him, “I could just humiliate you and fuck you right here in the front yard for all the neighbors to see. And you know how loud I can be.”

“What makes you think I would give a shit, Bakura?” Ryou glared at him, letting just enough time to pass for Bakura to start to ponder on the question, then he brought one knee up in between the spirit’s legs hard.

Bakura’s grasp on the man became loose and Ryou took the opportunity to pull back and head to the house quickly. He was relieved to find the front door unlocked as he shoved it open and scrambled inside, slamming it behind him, then locking it. He leaned against the door for a moment, letting his breathing even out. He knew Bakura would get in, but he really didn’t want to fuck in the front yard.

Ryou looked at his watch and pushed off of the door, heading into the living room. He looked around for a moment, trying to remember where Bakura had come in the last time a situation similar to this one happened. He knew the spirit wouldn’t use the same entrance twice in a row, but all he remembered from the last time they had done this was that he was totally wasted and couldn’t remember shit.

“Damn, damn, damn!” Ryou cursed, then looked up, “Oh, fuck.”

Bakura jumped down from a ceiling beam, shoving Ryou to the floor under him. He pinned the man down by the shoulders and hips. He wasn’t going anywhere this time.

“Hello, my little bitch,” Bakura practically seethed, leaning down to where his lips were barely touching Ryou’s, “Do you enjoy torturing my balls? Because you seem to do that a lot more lately, you little fucker.”

Ryou smiled innocently, “And what if I do?”

Ryou watched as the red returned to the former tomb-raider’s eyes and smirked. They had been with each other for so long now, they knew how to push all of each other’s buttons. It took Ryou a little while to figure out Bakura for the spirit was always insane, but he did it. His sanity may have slipped in order to gain the understanding, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

“Then do it in a more pleasurable way, damn you!” Bakura exclaimed, sitting up, glaring at the man under him, “Shit, I didn’t do anything to deserve to be racked. Again!”

“Ha!” Ryou shoved the spirit off of him and shoved him back, this time, jumping on top of him, “You threatened to rape me in my own front yard! I think that’s reason enough!”

“Oh, come on, Ryou,” Bakura rolled his eyes, then he grabbed the man’s shirt and pulled him down to him, capturing his lips and finishing his statement in their mind link, //You know, I would never do that..... At least, when I’m sober.//

Ryou pulled back and huffed, “I never know when you’re sober! You’re always fucked up!”

“I am not!” Bakura huffed back, then let his head fall back onto the floor, sighing, “Now, can we stop arguing and fuck already?”

Ryou stared at him for a minute, then slapped the spirit across the face and crawled off of him, letting out a grunt of disgust. He sent another glare Bakura’s way before he got up and went into the kitchen. He stopped in front of the pantry and looked inside of it. He knew Bakura kept some kind of drugs in there somewhere.

The man had to stifle a laugh when he finally heard the scream of frustration come from the living room that he had been expecting. He loved to fuck with his counterpart. That was what it was all about for him. His only means of entertainment.

“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING DIFFICULT, YOU LITTLE SON OF A WHORE?!?!?!?!”

This time Ryou couldn’t hold it in and leaned against the wall, laughing. The next time he could manage to take in a breath and open his eyes, Bakura was directly in front of him, glaring at him with fire in his eyes. That only made the man laugh more.

Bakura stared at his light for a moment, then something finally clicked. Ryou wasn’t sober. In fact, he was far from it and on several different things.

“How could I have missed that?” he stood back and muttered to himself, then he realized who Ryou had been hanging out all night and growled, “I’ll kill that little bastard.”

“Talking to yourself, yami?” Ryou peered up into the spirit’s eyes.

“Should I kill the little prick, then fuck Ryou? Or should I fuck Ryou, then kill that fuckeri?” Bakura thought, debating with himself for a moment, then came to a pretty quick decision, “I’ll just fuck Ryou now. I’m too horny to kick that dumb shit’s ass right now.”

“Maybe,” Bakura smirked at the other, gripping his hips and pushing him into the wall, “They say I am insane, after all.”

“But for someone to do that, wouldn’t they have to have a specific definition for insane?” Ryou blinked, seemingly confusing himself at the moment, “Wait…”

Bakura chuckled, “They have a vague definition and it’s what’s not normal. How normal can be defined, I’m still not sure, but who gives a shit? Seems like whatever you took is kicking in.”

Ryou smiled. Somehow, no matter what the light was talking about, Bakura always made the answers to his impossible questions make sense. Ryou supposed that was one of the reasons they could stand to be with each other for so long, yet have absolutely nothing in common.

“So,” Bakura put a hand on either side of Ryou on the wall, pinning him, “What did that little shit give to you? I smell liquor and weed. Anything else you care to fill me in on?”

“Um…” Ryou put a finger to his mouth, biting his nail, “I don’t exactly.....” he trailed off.

The dark spirit cocked an eyebrow at him, “You don’t exactly..... what?”

“I don’t remember,” came from the man’s mouth, then burst into a fit of giggles.

“Fuck it. You’re easier to subdue when you’re fucked up anyway,” Bakura rolled his eyes, then pulled his light from the wall roughly and shoved him onto the kitchen table.

Ryou went willingly, mainly because he could not stop himself from going down. Bakura was right about that; Ryou was especially easy to subdue when not sober. The spirit jumped on top of the other, straddling him and grinding their hips together. He leaned down and caught Ryou’s lips in a bruising kiss, ending it off with Bakura’s teeth clutching the other’s bottom lip and sucking on it.

Ryou stared up at his dark when he finally pulled back and could not help the smartass remark from making its way out of his throat, “You know, some people would consider this rape.”

Bakura snorted a laugh out, “You can’t rape the willing, moron.”

Ryou’s head cocked to the side in thought. Bakura laughed and could not believe that the person under him ran a company pretty much single-handedly. When he was sober, he was sharp and impressive. When he was not sober, God help him.

The dark spirit moved his hand under Ryou’s shirt, feeling the soft skin and the quivering body under him. He sat up and looked down at his counterpart with lust-filled eyes. He gripped either side of Royu’s shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying across the kitchen. He wasted no time in attacking the pale flesh with his mouth.

“Ah... You ruin more of my fucking shirts!” Ryou snorted, then gasped as Bakura’s hand made it down into his pants to grip his hardening shaft.

“I’ll steal you some more,” Bakura whispered into his ear as he ran his tongue around the sensitive lobe, eliciting a moan from the man under him.

“O...kay…” Ryou practically purred as his yami fondled him.

“Okay, these have to go,” Bakura sat back up, tugging on Ryou’s pants, “You and your fucking slacks!” he growled as he fumbled with the pants.

Ryou giggled at his counterpart.

His pants were removed and so were Bakura’s. The pants flew off, one pair landing in the sink and the other in the doorway. Bakura got off of Ryou and pulled him up and turned him over. He positioned himself between Ryou’s legs and paused, putting the head of his dick at Ryou’s entrance. The thought of preparation ran through his mind, but he ignored it, knowing Ryou was fucked up enough not to complain.

He leaned into the table, slowly pushing himself into the velvet heat. His dark eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost himself in the moment. The spirit pulled back and slammed back in, smirking at the sounds of the man under him.

“Oh, God,” Ryou moaned out, pushing back against Bakura, staying in sync with his thrusts, “Oh... oh…”

Bakura was now ruthlessly pounding into the man, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Sweat dripped down his form, making his pale body glisten. He grinned at how vocal his little light was being. He loved it when Ryou screamed.

The former tomb-raider felt his release nearing and he doubled his speed again. The kitchen table was squeaking against the floor under the force of the two were going at it on top of it.

Bakura came first, crying out and leaning over Ryou to penetrate him even deeper. Ryou came right after his counterpart with Bakura’s name on his lips. They both collapsed in a sweaty pile atop the table, both trying to catch their breath.

“Damn!” Bakura chuckled once he had regained his breath, “I need to get you fucked up more often. You’re more fun.”

“If I wasn’t so tired, I’d take that as an insult,” Ryou muttered, propping himself up on his elbows, trying to shove Bakura off of him, “Now get offa me!”

“Oh, come on, hikari,” Bakura nipped at his earlobe, “You don’t wanna do it again?”

“Not on the kitchen table, I think this thing’s going to break if we keep fucking on it,” Ryou replied, pulling his head away from Bakura’s mouth as he cocked his head to look at the other.

Bakura looked as if he were in thought for a moment, then looked at Ryou again, “You’re probably right.”

“Uh-huh,” Ryou nodded, then growled, “Now, get off!”

“Fine, fuck,” Bakura pushed himself up and pulled out of Ryou, stepping back so Ryou could get up, “Whiny little bitch.”

“Oh, shut the hell up,” Ryou pushed himself up and turned around, scanning the kitchen for his pants, “Where’d you throw my pants?”

“You don’t need pants,” Bakura said, inching back to the sink and grabbing the pair of pants out of it behind him, trying to hide them, “Pants just get in the way. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh?” Ryou cocked his head to the side as he moved closer to his yami and leaned against him so that their bodies were flush against each other.

“Oh, hell yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” Bakura grinned as he leaned forward to capture Ryou’s lips in his own.

“Yeah, you wish,” Ryou pulled back and grabbed his pants out of Bakura’s hands behind him. The man stepped back and stepped into his pants, pulling them up.

“Oh, that was fucked up, Ryou,” Bakura whined, his face in a pout. A very rare moment. No one but Ryou saw the former tomb-raider like this.

Ryou snickered at his dark and turned away to head for the doorway. He stopped and started at the Egyptian leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face. Pale cheeks went red instantly.

Marik looked over at Bakura and started laughing, “Oh, Ra, I have blackmail! Hee hee hee. You’re so fucked, Bakura.”

“Blackmail?” Bakura looked over at him, narrowing his eyes, “How do you have blackmail? I couldn’t care less if everyone knew I fucked Ryou’s brains out every night. You already knew that anyway.”

“Nevermind. I’ll just head home and let you two continue,” Marik turned around and walked out of the kitchen and out of the house. The two in the kitchen heard the motorcycle start and take off in the driveway.

“See what you did!” Ryou twisted around to face Bakura.

“What the hell did I do?” Bakura demanded, “I didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, if you had fucking patience, we wouldn’t have just given Marik a nice little show,” Ryou growled, his cheeks still flushed red.

“Oh, Ryou, babe, if I had known Marik was watching, I really would have put on a show,” Bakura smirked at the shorter man, “That was nothing just now. That was a warm-up.”

“Oh, my God,” Ryou huffed and stalked out of the kitchen.

Bakura’s gaze followed his tight little ass out of the kitchen, then he turned around and started digging through the cabinets in search of liquor. The spirit did not understand what Ryou’s problem was. He could sense the man was still fucked up, so why did he care so much? He shrugged it off and smiled when he found a bottle of vodka in one of the cabinets.

“There you are,” he said as he grabbed the bottle, then made his way out of the kitchen.

Bakura stopped in mid-stride as he remembered earlier in the day Marik had gotten his bag of tabs. The former tomb-raider knew that was the perfect thing to get Ryou back into the mood for sex. He turned around and went back into the kitchen, grabbing his pants off of the floor and reaching in the pockets. He pulled out the bag, then looked at the bottle of vodka he held and came up with the perfect plan to get Ryou to take a couple tabs without even knowing it.

He chuckled evilly as he exited the kitchen and jogged up the stairs, “Oh, Ryyyyyyyou!”
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