"Bakura, I swear, if あなた don't give that back right now, あなた are going to get it so bad," he threatened.
"Oh, believe me, あなた are the one who will 'get it,' my dear." A barely noticeable blush now adorned the Egyptian's tanned cheeks.
"Fuck you."
"Well, if you're so excited for it already..." With two steps, the pale man closed the distance between the two and pressed his lips roughly to the Egyptian's.
The blonde made a grab for his staff, but only succeeded in unsheathing the ナイフ that was hidden in the handle.
"Hmm...seems my lover wants to get kinky tonight. I like it..."
"Bakura, I swear-" The Egyptian let out a growl as Bakura pushed him down to the floor.
"Swear all あなた want." Bakura smirked, using the ナイフ to cut off the blond teen's shirt. "You want this as much as I do, Malik."
Malik snarled. He knew Bakura was right, of course, but it didn't always mean he would 提出する immediately. Sometimes, fighting beforehand made it all seem so much better.
Bakura leaned down and forced his lips against Malik's again, pushing his tongue into the tanned being's mouth. Malik almost immediately bit down on the muscle invading his mouth. Bakura hissed and drew back, his guard momentarily lowered. Using this to his advantage, Malik wriggled out from under the albino man and started running. Adrenaline pumped through his veins when he heard Bakura collect himself and begin the chase.
They both knew where Malik was leading them. They had done it in many places; the shower, the couch, and the coffee table, to name a few. But both males preferred it in the solitude of their bedroom, where the creaking ベッド created the perfect symphony when mixed with the noises of their lovemaking.
Just as Malik had passed the closed door that concealed the desired room, he felt two arms encircle him from behind, forcing him to a halt.
"Gotcha," a heavily accented voice purred in his ear. Malik forced himself to keep from shivering as he felt vampire-like teeth nibble his earlobe. He began thrashing as he was pulled backwards towards the bedroom. He was not going down without a fight.
Malik's struggles were to no avail as he was forced down onto the mattress. Bakura climbed on 上, ページのトップへ of him, straddling his waist.
"I win," he smirked, looking very much like a feral cat stalking a helpless mouse.
"Not yet," Malik snarled back. If he had to play as the mouse, he refused to be helpless just yet.
With a glint in his eye, Bakura raised the Millennium Rod. He unsheathed the ナイフ and dragged the tip along Malik's stomach, leaving a shallow cut. Bakura raised the ナイフ to his lips and licked off the blood, never tearing his gaze from Malik's face.
"Mmm...tasty..." he murmured. He bent down lower over Malik, their noses almost touching. "Delicious," he said, running his tongue over his lips. Definitely cat-like.
Malik entangled their legs, flipping them over. He snatched the Rod and sheathed the knife.
"That would be mine," he said, eyeing Bakura sternly. "You shouldn't have taken it. あなた should be punished," he finished with a coy smirk and a gleam in his eye.
"This seems もっと見る like a reward to me," Bakura remarked, grinning seductively. Malik refused to be drawn in によって the spirit's charm. Sitting up slightly, he reached down and slowly, painfully, antagonizingly slowly, undid Bakura's button and unzipped his fly.
"Hurry up, will you?" Bakura growled impatiently. "Before I decide to just fuck あなた right through the mattress?" Malik smirked.
"Ah, ah, ah! あなた need punishment, remember?" he 発言しました teasingly. Just as slowly, slower if at all possible, he slid Bakura's jeans down his hips, his thighs, his calves, before finally discarding them to the floor. He began absently fiddling with the rim of Bakura's boxers. As much as he would 愛 to just tear off the remainder of both of their clothes and let Bakura take over everything, he had to remember the white-haired man's "punishment."
"Hmm...should I take them off...?" he mused.
"Malik, I swear..."
"What do あなた swear, Bakura?" This was a game they loved to play, relentlessly teasing each other until they were both so hard and horny, it was actually painful.
"If あなた don't strip and get on your back this instant, あなた won't be getting out of ベッド for a week."
"Is that a threat? It sounds wonderful to me," Malik teased, sliding off Bakura's boxers with a mischievous smirk.
As soon as he was liberated from his trappings, Bakura leapt up, shoving Malik underneath him. Malik growled Egyptian curses as Bakura carelessly pulled off the blonde teen's pants and undergarments.
"So, you'd like to stay in ベッド for a week, huh?" Bakura whispered huskily, mahogany eyes dark and clouded with lust. "Let me see what I can do about that." He grabbed the bottle of lubricant that was always kept in the drawer in his night stand. But before he could open it, Malik snatched it and threw it to the floor.
"Fuck the lube," he said. "Just fuck me."
Bakura grinned, revealing his sharp canine teeth.
"As あなた wish, my dear." He spread Malik's tanned legs and settled between his thighs. He pushed himself slowly into the Egyptian's tight body, bending Malik's legs back as he began to move. He went slowly at first, but then went faster and faster.
Malik grunted and moaned as Bakura's large member hit that one spot inside him with each thrust. It hurt a little, considering there was no preparation または lube, but mostly he just felt raw, unbridled pleasure, coursing through his body with each movement and noise created によって both men.
Through his haze, he heard a small clink of metal. He glanced down and smirked. The Millennium Rod's handle had found its way through the サークル, 円 of the Millennium Ring, which was still hanging from Bakura's neck. They had never had sex with their Items on them before, and Malik found this to be rather interesting.
He threw his head back in a loud, drawn-out moan as Bakura, realizing he no longer had his lover's undivided attention, gave a particularly hard thrust into Malik's body.
"Gah...fuck, Bakura!"
"That's it, my little slut...scream my name to the gods."
"Bakura, あなた jackass! Ah- Nnnn..." Malik was cut off によって Bakura's mouth crashing upon his own, tongue seeking entrance. Malik eagerly granted him access, allowing their tongues to wrestle with each other, matching Bakura's thrusts in an all-too-familiar dance.
Both men were so engrossed in their intercourse that neither one noticed a faint golden aura appearing around their bodies. They didn't notices how the eyes on their Items began to glow, brighter and brighter as the two men neared their climax.
Malik came first, screaming out his release as his seed splashed over both of their chests. Bakura pounded into Malik's body a few もっと見る times before he released his semen deep inside his teenage lover. Malik groaned softly when he felt the warm, wet feeling inside of him.
The glow faded slowly from their bodies and Items as Bakura pulled out of Malik and laid down 次 to him. He took off the Ring and took the Rod from Malik, setting them both on his night stand. Both of their chests and stomachs were covered with small scratches from the prongs on the Ring and the wings on the Rod, but neither cared.
Bakura drew Malik close to his chest, allowing the blonde to tangle their legs together.
"I don't know about you," Bakura said, pulling the blanket around them. "But that was amazing."
"It was," Malik murmured sleepily, snuggling as close as he possibly could to Bakura's warm chest. His blond hair was sticking to his skin and the sweat and cum was beginning to dry, making him feel slightly itchy, but he didn't want to move. All he wanted to do was stay wrapped in Bakura's strong embrace forever.
