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Aurora

By Neon Tiger and
Yuki Ryu

Chapter Nine

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�� Consciousness
came unusually slow that morning for Bakura. Normally he would awaken almost
instantly and was a very light sleeper, as both traits were absolutely essential
for a thief, however even he could sleep like the dead after staying awake for
two days straight and using a good deal of his energy.
�� The first
thing the silver haired boy became aware of after opening his eyes was that he
had forgotten to douse the torches last night. After a moment he wondered if
the light interfered with Malik's sleep. It was then that his sleep-fogged
brain noticed something else, something crucial.
�� Malik was not
there.
�� With a start
Bakura sat up almost instantly and looked around. "Malik?" he called,
wondering where his slave had disappeared. The blond's absence was rather
unnerving, as he would always be the first to wake up to find the other boy in
his arms. He had grown used to the feeling of Malik lying on top of him and
enjoyed watching the tanned boy sleep innocently, so obviously comfortable and
at ease in his presence.
�� It was then
that Bakura realized that the faint but terrible smell of something burning
wasn't just the lingering remnants of the bad dream he just had. He stared
towards the doorway for a moment as the obvious solution to both the smell and
where his overly eager slave must have gone. "He better not be burning
himself along with whatever he's trying to cook," the thief muttered aloud
to himself as he quickly got out of bed, got dressed, and then strode off
swiftly towards the kitchen.
�� Malik hummed
to himself as he stood at the oven, trying his best to cook the dried meat
without realizing that it was already cooked. He looked quite filthy, with dirt
smudging his skin and wisps of smoke coiling around his head. The smoke clung
heavily to his entire person, making him smell like he needed a bath most
desperately. Of course, he didn't notice it as he was dead set in cooking a
wonderful meal for Bakura. He had already roasted a sliced apple for the thief
and burnt some bread, so all he needed was to cook some meat and it'd be a
balanced breakfast.
�� "Do you
even have any idea what you're doing?"
�� Malik jumped slightly,
startled, then glanced over his shoulder. "Eh? Bakura-?"
�� Bakura leaned
against the nearby table as he gave the other boy a droll gaze. He should have
expected the blond to try and cook for him eventually, but he didn't expect it
to happen so soon after they had just made up. He doubted that the tanned boy
even had the first clue about what he was doing. "You're burning the
meat," the thief commented as he pointed at the smoking oven.
�� "Ah!
Oh!" Malik quickly turned back to the oven and lifted the meat off of the
oven with a fork before putting it on a plate. It was definitely charred,
looking more like charcoal than any kind of edible substance. Not that the
crispy apple or the singed bread looked any more appetizing. "I made
breakfast!"
�� "More like
fertilizer for the garden," Bakura muttered as he eyed the charred fare.
"It's too burnt to eat."
�� Malik blinked
at that, staring at Bakura for a moment before he turned to look at the food.
After a moment, even he had to admit it looked pretty inedible. He had screwed
up again. "..."
�� Bakura paused
for a moment as he realized a little too late just how callous his statement
had been. Mentally he kicked himself before he walked over to Malik and slipped
his arms around the blond's waist as he pulled the other boy close, ignoring
the grime and the pungent smell of smoke that clung to Malik's body. "But
that's understandable," he said in a soothing voice, hoping to undo the
damage he had just done. "You had to steal scraps all your life and I bet
no one even allowed you to look at good food, much less showed you how to make
it, right?"
�� Malik nodded
weakly as he leaned back against Bakura, his shoulders slumping slightly. He
felt awful; he thought he'd have a nice breakfast for Bakura but all he did was
waste food and his time. He must have looked like such a fool.
�� Bakura
couldn't help but sigh. Once again he had crushed Malik's fragile spirit. He
had to learn how to be more tactful about the other boy's lack of knowledge.
"It was really nice of you to let me sleep and try to make breakfast for
me though," he murmured in the tanned boy's ear. It had been a very long
time since someone had done something for him for no other reason than to make
him happy before Malik came along. It didn't matter if his companion's attempt
failed; the fact that Malik wanted to do such things for him gave the
silver-eyed boy a warm and pleasant, almost tingling feeling inside.
"Thank you." With that Bakura moved to kiss the blond softly on the
lips to express his appreciation.
�� Malik made a 'mwerf' noise into the kiss. He blinked at Bakura, his
cheeks tinting, then smiled weakly. His master was thankful? Maybe it wasn't a
total fiasco...
�� Bakura lightly
pressed his forehead against Malik's so that he could gaze into the other boy's
lavender eyes. "Don't feel bad about messing up, all right?" he
asked, hoping to lift Malik's spirits. "It happens to everyone. I mess up
a lot too." The first thing that came to mind in that regard, of course,
was how easily he was able to hurt the other boy with a few thoughtless words
or actions.
�� Malik blushed
a little brighter and nodded, his smile strengthening. He was relieved Bakura
wasn't angry with him and even seemed to be happy about his burned surprise. It
couldn't be eaten but at least the thief appreciated the attempt. He knew his
father would've been outraged, but he wouldn't have cooked for his father in
the first place. For Bakura, he was willing to try.
�� "I don't
know much about cooking either," Bakura continued, pleased to note that
the blond was starting to cheer up. "But I can teach you what I do know if
you want me to."
�� "Okay!"
Malik nodded eagerly. If he knew how to cook, he could whip up some wonderful
meals for Bakura!
�� "Great,"
Bakura said with a grin. Even if this likely meant they were going to ruin more
food and make a big mess, at least it would be worth it to see Malik's smile.

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�� "You
know, you really surprised me, Malik."
�� Malik tossed
his clothes aside, and then sneezed. He could practically taste the smoke,
leaving a bitter tang in his mouth as his entire body felt absolutely
disgusting. Normally, he wouldn't have minded feeling of dirt; he had been
covered with more disgusting things in his life, after all. But he had slowly
gotten used to being clean, so his skin was taking a lot of offense to being
dirty again.
�� Noticing
Bakura had spoken to him, the tanned boy looked up and tilted his head.
"Surprised you?"
�� Bakura dropped
his soot-covered robe and sarong aside haphazardly before glancing at the other
boy. "After the mess you made before, I thought it would take you a lot
longer to learn how to cook," he commented as he removed the last of his
clothes. He genuinely had been surprised at how quickly Malik had caught on to
the basics of cooking, and they had barely added on to the mess that the tanned
boy had made earlier. However, this didn't prevent both of them from needing a
bath after they had their breakfast, particularly since the thief couldn't help
but press up against and occasionally cuddle his already very messy slave.
Malik was just too cute to resist getting close to. "You're a very fast
learner."
�� "Oh!"
Malik practically beamed at the compliment, his face lighting up with joy. He
couldn't accurately express how happy he was to have made Bakura pleased with
him - it was a feeling he had never gotten before and now actively cherished.
�� Bakura paused
after he finished removing his clothes and eyed the other boy. Unable to help
himself he suddenly moved to steal a kiss from his slave's lips.
�� Malik squeaked
in surprise, and then gawked at Bakura in confusion. No matter how many times
the thief stole a kiss; he doubted he would ever get used to it.
"Bakura?"
�� "Did you
know how cute you look when you're happy?" Bakura asked, though he already
knew the answer. He then quickly stole another kiss from the blond before the
tanned boy could respond to his rhetorical question.
�� Malik 'mwerfed' into the kiss then giggled. He smiled impishly at
Bakura and shrugged. "Apparently!"
�� Bakura grinned
widely, showing off his teeth, before he poked the blond's nose.
"Hey."
�� "Eeeep-!?" Malik jumped in surprise, instinctively
covering his nose.
�� "You
didn't argue with me about you being cute," Bakura pointed out as he
grinned even wider.
�� Malik paused, his
eyes widening as he thought that over a moment, and then made a face. He was
torn between denying his cuteness and simply agreeing, a conflict clearly
present in his expression.
�� Bakura noticed
the blond's desire to argue with him, and quickly decided to prevent that as
well as make good use of the other boy's distraction by stealing yet another
kiss.
�� Malik jumped
again and blinked at Bakura, momentarily startled out of the debate. He tilted
his head, then wrinkled his nose and grinned wryly. "You taste like
smoke."
�� "So do
you," Bakura retorted as he poked the other boy's wrinkled up nose,
causing another squeak to escape Malik. "That's why we're taking a bath,
remember?" With that he turned to step over the stone rim of the bath and
into the warmed water, inadvertently giving his companion an excellent view of
his bare backside.
�� Malik's eyes
trailed down Bakura's back to the thief's exposed rear, more against his will
than anything else. He couldn't help it; he also couldn't help staring a bit
too intently as it wiggled with each step Bakura took.
�� Bakura paused
as he felt Malik's intense gaze at his back and glanced over his shoulder at
the blond. "Hmm?"
�� Malik slowly
and regretfully pried his eyes way from Bakura's backside, then nearly leapt
out of his skin when he realized the thief had seen him ogling. His face turned
apple red as he fidgeted, nervously. "Ah-! Um...!"
�� Bakura's lips
slowly curled into a wicked smile as he realized exactly what his companion had
been looking at. "Are you getting in or not?" he asked as he shifted
his stance, jutting his hip slightly out to one side so he could place his hand
on it. His new stance did quite interesting and alluring things to his rear
end, as well as gave a tantalizing glimpse of something more because of how his
legs were positioned.
�� Malik's eyes
widened, his eyes trailing down Bakura's body of their own accord. He stood
immobilized, staring as his mind locked up and could only comprehend one thing:
Bakura's backside was very perky.
�� The thief was
well aware of where his slave gaze was intently focused on. Part of him felt
more than a little self-conscious at the gaze, as he wasn't quite used to being
naked around someone else yet, but for some reason it didn't seem to bother him
much when it came to Malik looking at him. Maybe it was because of how often he
had stripped the blond for one reason or another. Privately he couldn't help
but feel a little thrill that he could attract as much attention from his
companion as Malik could from him. "Well? Are you going to stand there
staring all day?"
�� "Uh..."
Malik shook his head quickly, trying to dispel the image of Bakura's bare rump
regardless of how pleasant it was. He
swallowed hard, then nodded sharply and strode quickly towards the tub.
"I'm c-coming!"
�� "Good,"
Bakura said as he then moved to sit down in the water, which unfortunately hid
is rear from Malik's gaze. "I was starting to wonder if you wanted to
watch me do this by myself."
�� Malik grunted,
trying to ignore his disappointment that his view was covered, and moved to sit
in the water by the thief. "I, ah... I just... um... I was
distracted."
�� "By
what?" Bakura asked, as if he didn't know.
�� "Um...
something," Malik replied, guiltily. He wasn't about to admit he had been
staring at Bakura's backside.
�� "Oh?"
Bakura cocked his head to the side coyly before he reached over to grab the
bath supplies from the side of the bath where he had placed them earlier.
"Is there something on my butt?" he asked casually as he observed the
blond's reaction out of the corner of his eye discreetly.
�� Malik looked
absolutely mortified, as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar
so to speak. "Ah... um... I... n-no, it's... it's fine..."
�� "Oh
really?" Bakura turned to grin at the blond mischievously. "So you like
it?"
�� "Uhmmm... well, ah..." Malik's face couldn't possibly
get any darker. He paused, and then fidgeted. "Do you like mine?"
�� Bakura
blinked, caught off-guard by the blond's counter to his question. He thought
for a moment about whether or not about how to answer that. "I'll answer
that question if you answer mine first," he retorted.
�� Malik eyed
Bakura and huffed, crossing his arms. "But what if my answer causes you to
change your answer?"
�� Bakura gave
his companion an odd look. "Why would it do that?"
�� "...I
don't know," Malik admitted, fidgeting. "...Maybe I worry too
much."
�� Bakura's eyes
widened at the slave's admission as he let out an almost overly dramatic gasp
of surprise.
�� Malik looked
up sharply, startled by Bakura's surprise. "Huh?"
�� "First
you admitted that you're cute, and now you admitted you worry too much!"
Bakura gasped in incredulous amazement akin to seeing gold rain from the sky or
the gods having a dance party. "It's a miracle!"
�� "...Are
you making fun of me?" Malik muttered, eying Bakura. He wasn't sure if he
should be upset or amused by Bakura's reaction.
�� "Just a
little," Bakura admitted coyly before he poked the tanned boy's tummy.
"But that's only because I think it's about time you got some
self-confidence."
�� Malik giggled,
unable to help himself, as he was rather ticklish, and rubbed his stomach. It
felt so strange to hear someone tell him he needed more confidence; he never
had any before and that suited his father just fine. In fact, if his father had
even suspected he was getting a bit too cocky, it'd have it beaten out of him.
It was a bizarre experience to hear someone encourage
it. "...I guess so."
�� Bakura tilted
his head slightly as he looked at the other boy with a surprisingly gentle
smile on his face. "It's good to see you getting better," he
commented quietly.
�� Malik went
quiet at that before smiling slightly. He moved to lean up against Bakura,
seeking his warmth. He had to admit; there was something wonderful about being
with someone who actually cared.
�� The thief
couldn't help but widen his smile as he slipped an arm around the tanned boy's
waist to pull the blond closer and leaned back against Malik. He opened his
mouth to say something then closed it again, as he found he couldn't think of
anything to say, serious or joking. Instead of trying to rack his brain for
something or force something else to break the silence, he decided to enjoy the
moment as it was.
�� Malik rested
his cheek against Bakura's shoulder and closed his eyes, content to simply sit
in silence and enjoy their closeness. It was moments like these that made him
feel truly alive.
�� Bakura let out
a soft sigh as he rested his cheek against his companion's head. He paused to
take in the scent of the blond's hair then began to cough as he inhaled the smell
of smoke that still clung to it, accidentally breaking the magical moment
between them.
�� Malik blinked
before peering up at Bakura, smiling wryly. "Smoke there too?"
�� Bakura nodded
as he covered his mouth to try and stifle his coughing. "We should get
cleaned up," he said once he managed to calm his body down.
�� Malik nodded
before he paused to eye Bakura oddly.
�� The thief
blinked as he noticed the other boy's look. "What?"
�� Malik paused
before he suddenly lunged and dunked Bakura under the water.
�� Bakura barely
had a chance to cry out in surprise before he was gurgling water. He sputtered,
flailing to get out of the tanned boy's grip, before he finally surfaced with a
gasp and coughed up the water he had accidentally inhaled.
�� "Er, ooops! Sorry!" Malik squeaked,
moving to Bakura's side as he saw the thief choking on the water. "I
don't... I don't know what came over me!"
�� Once Bakura
was able to breathe normally again he gazed at the blond through narrowed eyes.
"I'll just bet you don't," he muttered as he gazed at the other boy
with obvious suspicion.
�� Malik
hesitated, and then fidgeted. "...Are you mad?"
�� Bakura eyed
his companion for a few moments longer before suddenly he pounced Malik into
the water with a playful roar.
�� Malik squealed
as he fell over, eyes widening, before he slipped under the water and gargled.
�� Bakura
surfaced with a gasp then began to laugh as he helped the blond sit up.
"Does that answer your question?" he asked coyly, leaning in close to
his slave.
�� Malik coughed
up water, brushing his bangs back as he sputtered, before he eyed Bakura.
"...No, but I bet this does!" the slave quipped before lunging to
pounce Bakura into the water.
�� The silver
haired boy let out a yelp, not expecting the attack, before he tumbled back
into the water with a splash.
�� Malik let out
his own yelp as he also went tumbling with a splash, having misjudged the force
of his pounce.
�� Once again
Bakura surfaced from the water coughing and pulled up the blond with him so
that they could both catch their breath.
�� "G-gyuh," Malik sputtered. "T-that didn't...
w-work!"
�� "I'm more
used to tackling people than you are," Bakura commented once he could
breathe normally again.
�� Malik huffed
as he brushed back his hair, looking thoroughly soaked. "I got me more
than I did you!"
�� Bakura
couldn't help but laugh at that. "Maybe I should let you soak yourself for
me."
�� Malik pouted
as he eyed Bakura, some of his hair slipping back to dangle over his eyes.
�� Chuckling,
Bakura reached out to brush back the soaked bangs from the blond's face.
"You know, you're also cute when you pout," he commented before
stealing a kiss from his companion.
�� "Y-you
say I'm cute when I do anything!" Malik accused the thief, huffing.
�� "Ever
think that it's because you are just plain cute?" Bakura retorted
mischievously and then kissed the blond once again.
�� Malik blushed
and shrugged helplessly, feeling at a loss as his lips kept being stolen.
"Do I... at least smell better?"
�� Bakura smiled
mischievously before grabbing the soap and a washcloth from the side of the
tub. "Yes, but we need to use some of this anyway."
�� Malik simply
nodded before looking around for his own washcloth. He was wet enough, so he
didn't think he needed much soaking.
�� However,
Bakura had different ideas in mind as he lathered up the washcloth he held with
soap and then started to scrub Malik's skin for the other boy, starting with
his slave's back.
�� Malik was
startled at first but quickly relaxed, turning slightly so that the thief had
plenty of access to his back. He shivered, arching his shoulders as he felt the
washcloth brush against his skin slowly. It felt rather good, like a slow back
rub. "Mmm..."
�� Slowly Bakura
rubbed the washcloth in circles on the tanned boy's back, going progressively
lower at each rotation. "Feels good?" he asked with an impish smile
on his face even though he already knew the answer.
�� Malik nodded
slowly as he slumped his head forward, his muscles relaxed. He rather liked
being tended to; it was almost as if he were the master... That thought
startled Malik, as well as made him feel a gush of guilt. He really shouldn't
think such things like that!
�� "Something
wrong?" Bakura asked as he noticed the other boy flinch.
�� "...I...
I was thinking a bit too... arrogantly," came Malik's quiet response.
�� "Eh?"
Bakura blinked as he paused in his work then moved to catch a glimpse of the
other boy's face. "What do you mean?"
�� "...It's
embarrassing," Malik muttered, shyly. "I just... thought... it felt
nice being tended to... and... I..."
�� "And it
made you feel like you were royalty and I was your slave, right?" Bakura
guessed as he quirked an eyebrow.
�� Malik nodded
slightly, looking very guilty. He supposed he might as well admit to it; it was
better than worrying about it.
�� "I have
been pampering you quite a bit, haven't I?" Bakura mused thoughtfully as
he resumed scrubbing the tanned boy's back. He hadn't really considered much
about his treatment of Malik save for the fact that he was trying to take care
of the other boy, who desperately needed it. "But the difference there is
I did it because I wanted to. Not because I had to, like a slave would."
�� Malik furrowed
his eyebrows at that before glancing over at the thief. It began to make him
wonder about his relationship with Bakura. He was a slave, and yet he wanted to
make Bakura happy; likewise, Bakura wanted to make him happy. "...Bakura?"
�� "Does
that bother you?" the silver haired boy asked as he paused in his work
once more. It would make sense if Malik couldn't stand being waited on and felt
that he had to serve someone in order to feel at ease, considering the blond's
horrible father.
�� "No,
no!" Malik shook his head vigorously. "I just... I was
wondering..."
�� Bakura blinked
at that and tilted his head slightly. "About what?"
�� "What...
am I?" Malik murmured. He realized that wasn't much to go on, so he
cleared his throat. "I mean, what am I to you? Am I a slave...? I mean...
I know that's what I chose back then at the village, but... it hasn't been
anything like what a slave should be."
�� The question startled
Bakura, causing him to stare at the other boy, at a loss. He honestly had
forgotten about the promise Malik had made to become his slave after everything
they had gone through together. He hadn't truly given their relationship much
thought aside from the fact that he took care of Malik and the other boy kept
him company, so he had no idea how to really answer the blond's question.
�� After about a
minute of silence, Bakura realized that Malik was still waiting for an answer
and tried to think of something to say to simply explain their situation.
"Well... you're... you and I are..." The thief made a face as he
allowed his voice to trail off. Instead of giving his companion an answer he
was just making himself look and sound foolish, which aggravated him to no end.
�� Malik looked
at Bakura intently before swallowing hard. "...I just... I just want to
know if I'm really a slave and you're my master or... or if... if..." He
didn't dare say it, as it was too inconceivable.
�� "If...?"
Bakura pressed, wondering what the blond was thinking.
�� "...If
you're... you're my..." Malik's voice, a bare whisper, trailed off.
�� "...Friend...?"
Bakura supplied very quietly, as if the word was sacred.
�� Malik nodded
slowly, the action barely noticeable, as he watched Bakura for his reaction. It
was a bit presumptuous of him to think such a thing, but he couldn't help it.
�� Bakura was
silent as he considered the emotional minefield that they had both just
entered. It was one thing to act as if they were together innocently without
really thinking about it or trying to label their relationship, and another
thing to stop and identify it. Calling someone friend, when both of them had so
very few close to them in their lives, was a very important label.
�� For some
reason the term "friend" didn't seem to quite fit, at least not to
Bakura, who hadn't wanted to trust anyone to get close to him like he had with
Malik. His relationship with the blond seemed a bit closer than friendship,
since they enjoyed kissing and touching one another often, but he had no idea
what to call it. It wasn't as if they were lovers...
�� Oddly enough
the very thought brought an uncomfortable heat to the thief's face and at the
same time made him feel distinctly uncomfortable. Just the fact that they were
so close that the line blurred created a great conflict inside of him. Everyone
he had ever cared about, friend or loved one, had been taken away from him in
the most terrible ways possible. Despite how he refused to believe that the
gods cursed him like Malik so readily did, a part of him quietly feared that if
he did admit to how much Malik meant to him out loud, it was just giving the
gods, or more than likely the gods' "messengers" an open invitation
to steal the only person who meant anything to Bakura anymore, and particularly
one who was starting to mean so very much.
�� Bakura didn't
know what to say, really, but knew that Malik needed an answer, even if it
wasn't a very good one. "I... guess so..." he admitted in a quiet
voice. "I mean... I never really
thought of you as my slave... or thought of myself as your master."
�� "...I
guess I just wanted to... know if we're... equal..." Malik murmured,
feeling increasingly bold the longer the thief didn't seem to get angry. He
felt arrogant and rude, acting so presumptuous as to think they might be equal.
His father would've beaten him senseless - however, Bakura wasn't and would
never be his father. He looked up at Bakura and smiled weakly. "Just,
beyond that... I don't know..."
�� The
silver-eyed boy nodded hesitantly as he returned the weak smile with one of his
own. "Yes, I do think of us as equals..." he mumbled, feeling a
little bit better at the fact that he wasn't the only one who was uncertain.
�� "Would
it... be okay if I... I didn't worry about being a slave or you being
my...?" Malik ventured, feeling quite the rush. He couldn't explain how he
was feeling - it was as if he were stepping foot into the Promised Land while
looking around for a guardian to bite his foot off.
�� "I would
prefer that actually," Bakura answered as he smiled a little more, feeling
some relief. Maybe this meant that Malik wouldn't get so easily hurt every time
he said the wrong thing or acted a bit too rough. "I would rather you
think of me as Bakura instead of 'master'."
�� "I
won't... get in trouble?" came the timid, almost child-like response.
�� Bakura gave
the other boy an odd look. "With who?"
�� "With
you," Malik murmured as he looked at Bakura. "You won't get
mad?" He didn't want to remind the thief of what had happened the last
time he got a bit too uppity.
�� Bakura quirked
an eyebrow upwards. "Didn't I just tell you that I would like you to think
of me as an equal?"
�� Malik made a
face at that and nodded. "...Yeah... so I guess... it's okay..."
�� "Right."
Bakura grinned crookedly as he moved to lean against the tanned boy slightly.
"You're Malik and I'm Bakura... and that's all we need to think of each
other as... right?"
�� Malik nodded
as he grinned weakly at the thief. He leaned back against Bakura, drawing
closer to him so that he could feel the other boy's heartbeat. He was a bit
surprised at how timid the thief was being, but he supposed it had to do with
such a strange topic. Perhaps the thief was no better at people than he was?
"Yeah..."
�� "Good..."
Bakura murmured as he rested his cheek against the top of the other boy's head
and slipped his arms around the blond's waist. He tried to ignore the lingering
scent of smoke that clung to both of them, as he didn't want to interrupt the
moment again like last time.
�� However, it
was Malik's turn to sneeze, some of Bakura's hair tickling his nose.
�� Bakura blinked
in surprise at the sudden sneeze then chuckled quietly as he brushed some of
his damp hair back over his shoulder. "Cute," he observed.
�� "There
you go again," Malik murmured as he rubbed his nose, but couldn't help but
grin.
�� "You have
a problem with me pointing out that you're cute?" Bakura asked
rhetorically as he gave his companion a crooked grin.
�� "Hmph," Malik sniffed disdainfully, though he couldn't
help grinning, before he took the washcloth and lathered it up.
�� "Oh,
right, we still have to finish taking our bath," Bakura commented as he
noticed what the other boy was doing.
�� "Hmph," Malik repeated, smiling wryly before he moved
to rub the cloth at Bakura's chest.
�� "Ah!"
Bakura gasped, not expecting the action. He couldn't help a light pink flush
that appeared across his cheeks as the tanned boy caressed his chest through
the somewhat rough washcloth; the action felt far better than it had any right
to. "A-ah... um..."
�� "Hush,
it's my turn to clean you!" Malik replied, feeling an excited rush at
being able to say that. He grinned as he rubbed at Bakura's chest slowly,
gently running the washcloth in small circles across the thief's skin.
�� "A-ahh... I..." Bakura tried not to squirm as the pink
hue on his cheeks darkened until it was almost red. While he did understand the
blond was returning the favor of cleaning him, it didn't change the fact that
Malik's fingers kept rubbing his chest almost teasingly through the washcloth,
enticing his senses. He couldn't help an occasional sharp gasp as the blond
grazed across the more sensitive areas, creating an incredible tingling
sensation that somehow magically traveled through every nerve in his body.
�� Malik hummed,
not noticing Bakura's face as he trailed the washcloth downwards. "I'll
wash you, and then you can wash me!" He hesitated when he realized how
demanding that sounded and continued in a quiet voice. "If that's
okay?"
�� "R-right,"
Bakura said as he nodded shakily. His body grew warmer with each passing moment
as Malik touched his body in such innocently wonderful ways. He bit his lower
lip as the other boy began to scrub his stomach, causing it to tremble due to
the sensations. The thief tried to not to think of how good it felt to be touched
in such a way by his companion, or it how it caused certain stirrings in his
body. While it what Malik was doing felt pleasant, something that felt this good, this intimate was too new to
him, causing his uncertainties to be aroused along with his body.
�� Malik noticed
Bakura's trembling and blinked, then peered up at Bakura. "What's
wrong...?"
�� "N-nothing!"
Bakura automatically responded, trying to stop his shivering. "I-I'm
fine..." He couldn't tell Malik how he was feeling; otherwise the blond
would get upset again. It was better just to try and ignore these new feelings
until he got more used to them.
�� Malik quirked
an eyebrow at that but dismissed it. If something were wrong, Bakura would tell
him. With that, the washcloth trailed lower still along Bakura's body. "Okayyyy..."
�� An
uncharacteristic squeak escaped Bakura as the blond's wrist lightly bumped into
a very personal and obviously aroused
part of his body. He couldn't help but jerk his hips back at the touch and move
his hands to cover himself automatically as the flush on his cheeks darkened
even more.
�� Malik paused
and blinked at Bakura's hands, then eyed the thief. "What's wrong? I can't
clean you if you cover yourself."
�� "I..."
Bakura had to think quickly about how to gracefully evade the question with as
little embarrassment as possible. "My back needs to be cleaned
first!" he blurted out, saying the first thought that popped to his head.
He then attempted to carefully turn around while keeping his hands protectively
shielding his most private area.
�� Malik blinked,
at a loss, before nodding. "Alright..." With that, he moved to scrub
at Bakura's back gently.
�� Bakura tried
to be quiet as he sighed in relief and started to relax as he enjoyed the
feeling of Malik rubbing his back. He felt grateful that the other boy didn't
press the issue. Now all he had to worry about was calming his body down.
�� Malik silently
mused over Bakura's behavior as he rubbed at Bakura's back, slowly moving the
washcloth in circles as he trailed it down the thief's body. Why was Bakura
acting so nervous and jumpy all of a sudden? And why was he denying anything
was wrong?
�� "Feels
good," Bakura muttered quietly as he enjoyed the tanned boy touching him.
However, as the blond was working his way lower along the thief's back, he was
starting to near more dangerously sensitive areas once again.
�� "I'm
glad," Malik beamed as he slipped the washcloth lower, brushing it against
Bakura's rump. "I'll get you all cleaned up!"
�� A loud yip
escaped Bakura as his bottom was touched and he couldn't help but jump slightly
against his will.
�� "Eh!?"
Malik jumped as well, squeaking. "Bakura-!? What's wrong!?"
�� "Nothing-!"
Bakura protested immediately as his hands went to cover his rear protectively.
Was there no place on his body that Malik wasn't able to make feel far too good
for his own good?
�� Malik made a
face as he looked at Bakura, holding the washcloth tightly. He was pretty
certain something was wrong now; no
one jumped like that over nothing.
�� "It's...
time to clean my hair," Bakura said quickly, thinking fast to avoid the
situation. He then reached out quickly to grab the bottle that contained a
fragrant mixture of bath oil and soap.
�� Malik took
that moment to strike, moving to touch the washcloth to Bakura's personal area.
He watched the bandit intently, seeing if that was the source of his reaction.
�� Instantly
Bakura's eyes widened as he jerked his hips and failed to bite back a cry at
the sudden assault of sensation, unable to help himself due to the unexpected
attack on such an extremely sensitive part of his body. He didn't even notice
that he had dropped the bottle he held in his hand, as he barely kept from
falling over into the water.
�� Malik jerked
back with a cry, startled by Bakura's reaction. He slipped and went tumbling
under the water with a squeal, splashing noisily.
�� "M-Malik?"
Bakura panted as he glanced over his shoulder to see the tanned boy flailing in
the water. Quickly he lunged to grab one of his companion's wrists and yanked
the other boy upwards before the blond hurt himself.
�� Malik choked
as he wrapped his arms around Bakura, clinging to him desperately as he
coughed. His hair clung to his face like a mop, making him look quite hilarious
- not that he found it funny, personally.
�� "Are you
okay?" Bakura asked, concerned as he held the tanned boy close. He tried
to resist the shiver that wanted to run up his spine, as his sensitized body
was pressed so closely against Malik's that the other boy's warm and soft skin
only served to spark his hormones even more; one area in particular enjoyed the
feeling far too much, despite the thief's attempts to ignore it.
�� Malik
sputtered and brushed back his hair with one hand, pressing closer with the
other. He grimaced as he felt something hard and uncomfortable against his
stomach and peered down, wondering if that's where the soap had gone. He was
rather surprised to see that it wasn't the soap, to say the very least.
�� Bakura froze
as he realized that Malik had noticed the very thing he did not want the blond
to notice. He stared at the other boy unable to think of what to do or say now
that he had been caught with his pants down so to speak.
�� Malik blinked
slowly before lifting his gaze to meet Bakura's, his cheeks rather red. He was
rather speechless, uncertain of what to say or if he should say anything.
"...Um..."
�� Once Malik had
spoken, Bakura was finally able to react. "Sorry!" the thief yelped
as he quickly backed up and turned around in an attempt to hide his arousal,
even though it was already too late. He couldn't help but feel horribly
embarrassed even if he couldn't explain exactly why.
�� "For
what..?"
�� "I..."
Bakura faltered, unable to figure out how to respond to that. Hesitantly he
glanced over his shoulder at the blond, noticing that the other boy was picking
the washcloth back up. "You... didn't mean..."
�� "...Is
it... bad?" Malik glanced at Bakura, his expression surprisingly neutral
as he held the washcloth. "...For that to happen?"
�� "Ah..."
Bakura stared at Malik, his cheeks still flushed. He had no idea how to answer
that question. No one had ever told him anything about this aspect of life, not
that he had anyone to ask or wanted to ask, but something so new and strange
had made him intensely nervous none the less. How could he explain to the other
boy why he felt so unnerved by his body's reaction when he couldn't understand
it completely himself?
�� Malik looked
at Bakura intently before moving closer, holding the washcloth. "Does it
hurt?"
�� "Well...
no..." Bakura started to flush darker again as his voice dropped down
lower. "I-in fact... it actually felt... really good..." It might
have made his stomach twist in embarrassment to admit, but Malik deserved to
know the truth behind how he was acting; he didn't want to upset the person who
meant so much to him again, and the blond's neutral demeanor made him worry
that he had already.
�� "So,
what's the problem?" Malik tilted his head, clearly confused. "It
doesn't hurt... in fact, it feels good. So why are you upset?"
�� "I..."
Bakura faltered as he made a face. He still had no idea how to properly explain
how he was feeling so instead he just shrugged awkwardly. "I've never...
felt this way before..."
�� "I've
never felt a lot of ways before," Malik replied, matter-of-factly.
"I've never felt happy before. I was afraid of being happy before because
I thought it made me a bad slave, but... well, you said it was okay. So why
isn't this okay?"
�� Bakura stared
at his companion, at a loss. Was this really how Malik felt whenever he kissed,
touched, and teased other boy? Did the other boy's feel as self-conscious from
his every touch in the way that he did; not just because of the scars the
blond's cruel father created?
�� "...I've
been experiencing a lot of new things," Malik muttered as he looked at the
washcloth. "...Like eating until I'm full... or simply eating whenever I
want! Sleeping in late... bathing and staying clean for longer than an hour...
having someone who cares... it's all new. New things keep happening. And if
I... freak out every time something new happens..." he trailed off, unsure
if he lost his point or if he ever had one.
�� Bakura was
silent as he considered Malik's words. The blond had a very valid point and, as
the thief thought about it more, the tanned boy had been taking the changes
better than he had. While he would always seem calm and controlled, really he
didn't think much of taking care of another person's physical well being, as he
treated the other boy similarly to himself. It was experiences that brought
intense and unfamiliar emotions that caused him to react badly: when Malik had
gotten sick and then later resisted him so strongly at being tied down were
just a couple of them, and he hadn't taken either of those incidents well at
all. Even when he wanted to kiss Malik for the first time, he had initially
became panicked and backed away from the blond immediately. It suddenly struck
him that as much as he was trying to get close to Malik whenever his friend
retreated due to anxiety; the other boy was doing the exact same thing to him.
�� The thief
couldn't help but crack a crooked smile at the irony. "I guess you're
taking all these changes better than I thought," he commented wryly as he
moved to slip his arms around Malik's waist and pull the other boy close once
again, in spite of what sensations such an action might bring.
�� Malik squeaked
in surprise, and then blinked at Bakura. He tilted his head, and then smiled
slightly. "I don't know about that..."
�� Bakura smiled
a little at the other boy before he buried his face in the tanned Egyptian's
neck. "It's been a long time since I've had anyone care about me
either," he confessed in a quiet murmur against Malik's skin. "I'm
still getting used to it... just like you are."
�� "...Oh..."
Malik blushed at that, shivering at the feeling of Bakura's breath against his
skin. "...Okay... We can get used to it together..."
�� "Mmm hmm..." Bakura nodded a little and noticed the
shiver that ran through the other boy's body. A wicked smile slowly appeared on
the thief's lips as an idea occurred to him about how to help them both get
used to it, which he eagerly put into action.
�� Malik gasped
in surprise as he felt Bakura's lips brush against his shoulder, then made a
soft noise as his shivers increased. He felt as if he had butterflies in his
stomach, his legs growing slightly weak. What was Bakura doing? Or rather, why?
"Ah... ah...?"
�� The thief
paused in his actions so that he could glance up at the other boy's face.
"Is this too much for you?" he asked, wondering if Malik wanted him
to stop. He was determined now more than ever to try and get closer to his
companion without either of them retreating again, but to do that he had to
make sure that he wouldn't push too hard.
�� Malik shook
his head, blushing. He glanced at Bakura, smiling hesitantly. "N-no,
just... different."
�� "I
see..." Bakura wondered if that meant the blond wanted to stop, but after
their earlier conversation, that possibility wasn't very likely. With that
thought in mind he moved to brush his lips against the blond's shoulder once
again, slowly trailing hot kisses along Malik's smooth chocolate colored skin
to his companion's neck.
�� Malik gasped
again, his pulse starting to race. His body was growing interestingly warm,
particularly in certain areas. Was this what Bakura had been feeling that made
him so nervous?
�� Bakura
couldn't help but thoroughly enjoy the quiet sounds Malik was making with each
hot kiss he lavished upon the other boy's body. Not only did he enjoy pleasing
the blond, but he also felt the guilty pleasure that he was paying Malik back
for driving his body so crazy earlier.
�� Malik arched
his back as he drew closer to Bakura, unable to help it, as his breathing grew
ragged. He wasn't sure what was coming over him, but he had to admit he rather
liked it.
�� Caught on an
impulse, Bakura experimentally grazed his teeth along Malik's throat, lightly
tickling the other boy's sensitive flesh with his unusually pronounced fangs,
as he took care not to puncture the skin.
�� The former
slave let out a soft giggle and squirmed, tilting his head back slightly.
"B-Bakura... tickles..."
�� "Mmnh..." Bakura tried to suppress a shiver as Malik's
squirming caused the other boy's body to brush against his in a delightful
manner. "Should I stop?" he murmured huskily against Malik's throat
before he gently and purposefully tickled the blond's Adam's apple with his
fangs.
�� "Ah...
I... I don't know..." Malik murmured, his voice surprisingly husky.
"Do you... want... to stop?"
�� "Not when
it makes your voice sound like that," Bakura teased before he flicked his
tongue across his companion's tender flesh.
�� "E-eeeee..." Malik arched upward, gasping. "B-Bakurrrraaaa..." he moaned, shifting his hips slightly
so that they inadvertently brushed against Bakura's.
�� Bakura let out
a sharp gasp against Malik's throat as their hips brushed, which sent
shockwaves of pleasure rippling through his body with surprising intensity. He
couldn't help but moan as he pulled Malik closer and his hips moved against his
will to brush against the other boy's so that he could feel that pleasure
again.
�� Malik cried
out as he grasped Bakura's shoulders tightly, his hips trembling. He could
barely restrain himself from bucking back, his senses screaming eagerly for
more.
�� Bakura
couldn't help but answer Malik's cry with one of his own as his hips eagerly
bucked against the tanned boy's. Vaguely he noticed that his hard arousal was
brushing up against something equally hard and wonderfully hot, but it was too
difficult for him to think too much of it, as his body demanded more of the
intimate contact he and Malik were sharing.
�� Malik
whimpered as he tightened his grip, finally allowing his hips to return the
favor. He murmured Bakura's name breathlessly, his body burning with each
motion - it was beyond anything he had ever felt before!
�� Bakura shifted
slightly so that they could more easily rock together. He moaned Malik's name
throatily into the other boy's ear, tickling it with his breath, before running
his tongue along it, occasionally nibbling along the edge gently.
�� "Bakura...
ahn..." Malik mewled softly, rocking with the
thief as he wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck. He bucked slightly, crying
out at the sharp spike of pleasure. "Feels... good...!"
�� Bakura was
unable to answer as he made a loud array of incoherent pleasured noises, the
thrusts of his hips now moving franticly to an irregular pace against the
tanned boy's. All at once the muscles in his body tensed up and he threw his
head back to scream Malik's name as he lost all control of himself.
�� Malik didn't
even notice Bakura's screams as he frantically moved his hips against Bakura.
He grew vaguely aware that the thief wasn't cooperating anymore and let out a
low growl before grabbing Bakura's hips and bucking against them. Before he
could be startled by such uncharacteristic behavior, his attention was
immediately diverted as he felt something explode inside of him. He cried out
in surprise, his body tensing, before blinking blurrily.
�� Shaking his
head to clear his vision, the boy fumbled back and peered down at Bakura. He
nearly jumped when he saw the mess on their bodies. "W-what the-?!"
�� Bakura blinked
blurrily as he recovered from the intense pleasure that had assaulted his body.
Panting, he glanced downwards at the white cloudy water surrounding them, as
well as the white spots that adorned the front of their bodies.
"Ah...?"
�� "Um,
um..." Malik glanced at his body before looking at Bakura, a bit
bewildered. "...Ooops?"
�� After a few
moments of quietly taking in what had happened and retaining his senses, Bakura
couldn't help but chuckle softly. "So that's
what happens..."
�� "What?"
Malik blinked before pointing at his stomach, particularly at the mess upon it.
"This?"
�� "Yes,
that," Bakura snickered as he used a finger to wipe off some of the white
substance from his companion's stomach. Curiously he rubbed it between its
fingers, noting its gooey consistency, and then brought it close to his face so
that he could see what it smelled like.
�� Malik's cheeks
tinted at the sight. "O-oi, should you really do
that?"
�� "Do
what?" Bakura asked, his voice teasing, before he licked the cream from
his fingers, noting the unusual salty, yet somehow extremely intriguing flavor.
�� Malik stared
at Bakura, looking absolutely mortified, as the thief tasted the ex-slave's
'mess'. He had no idea why it seemed so kinky and perverted, but he supposed it
had to do with what they had been doing to create it - not to mention where it
came from.
�� "Tasty,"
Bakura said with a mischievous smile before licking his lips. He could see how
embarrassed the other boy was, which was likely just as much as he had been
before, but for some reason he just couldn't help himself.
�� Malik
fidgeted, still looking mortified, before he coughed. "W-we should... get
cleaned up..."
�� Bakura nodded
before pausing and then eyed the blond. "Are you sure you can behave
yourself?" he teased, smiling wickedly.
�� "I could
ask you the same..." Malik murmured, embarrassed. "You were
misbehaving too!"
�� "Well,
you could still ask, but I think we both know the answer," Bakura said
with a mischievous grin before he suddenly stole a kiss from his companion's
lips.
�� Malik
squeaked, then made a face and licked his lips. He could taste the lingering
hint of himself on Bakura's lips. It was a strange and exotic taste, one he
wasn't sure if he liked or disliked. "Hn..."
�� "Hmm?"
Bakura blinked and tilted his head slightly as he looked at Malik with
curiosity, wondering what was on the blond's mind.
�� "Er, nothing, I just... well, I tasted..." Malik
hesitated, and then shrugged. "Never mind."
�� Bakura had a
pretty good idea what Malik had intended to say and wasn't sure what to think
of it. After a moment of indecision, he decided to not let embarrassment
prevent him from teasing the other boy some more. "Well... if you don't
like the taste of yourself..." He purposefully tried to make his voice low
and husky to cover up any lingering embarrassment he may still have had.
"You could always taste me."
�� Malik paused
at that before looking at Bakura. "...You wouldn't mind...?"
�� Barely
resisting the urge to blush, Bakura nodded, and gave the blond a crooked grin.
"I tasted you, so it's only fair."
�� Malik had to
agree that made sense. He also had to admit he was rather curious what Bakura
tasted like. With that in mind, the ex-slave moved closer to the thief and ran
a finger along his former master's stomach.
�� Bakura
couldn't help but shiver a little at the other boy's touch because of how
ticklish it felt, and barely held back the urge to let a giggle escape him. He
then watched Malik intently, wondering if the blond would like how he tasted.
The thought made him blush lightly in spite of himself.
�� Malik looked
at his finger before leaning close to gingerly lick at it. He felt highly
embarrassed for doing such a thing, but he couldn't help it - curiosity had won
over shyness. He noted it tasted rather unique, though somehow enticing. He
suspected the fact that it belonged to Bakura helped.
�� Bakura
resisted the urge to fidget as he waited for the blond to render his verdict.
Unfortunately, he couldn't help but grow impatient. "So... what do you
think?"
�� "...Interesting,"
Malik replied before giving Bakura a wicked grin once he realized he was making
the thief nervous. "Very... interesting."
�� "I...
see..." Bakura said slowly as he stared at Malik, completely stunned by
the almost evil look on the normally incredibly innocent former slave's face.
�� Malik blinked
as he noticed Bakura's expression and tilted his head. "Something
wrong?"
�� "The way
you looked just now..."
�� "The way
I looked just now...?"
�� "You
looked... just like me!"
�� "Eeeeh-!?"
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