Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Business Hours ❯ Business hours-Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Well Here is chapter 12, sorry about the wait, college has started up for me again and I have full schedule so it's somewhat hard to update, but anyway ENJOY!!!

Malik looked at Bakura a bit worriedly, he didn't want to ruin a friendship simply because of what he did to survive. He also thought about Seto. 'Oh god please not another Seto...I don't think I could HANDLE another psychopathic love-hungry guy tormenting myself, Ryou and Yugi again...once is enough.'

Bakura looked at him concerned frowning slightly, "You don't need to worry Malik...I won't hurt you." Bakura said and he pulled away slightly. "If you are really that uncomfortable with this we don't have to do anything." Bakura said not wanting to make Malik do anything if he really didn't want to he wasn't that type of person.

"I'm fine." He said shaking his head. "I was just thinking about something that worried me." He added quickly. "You're the customer and friend...so you call the shots." Malik said looking away, not really wanting to make much eye contact. How embarrassing. This was very awkward to him...especially because Bakura resembled Ryou so much; it made him feel almost as though he should even consider doing it with him...

Bakura took Malik's face in his hands turning his face toward his. "Look at me Malik." Bakura smiled kissing Malik's lips softly as he laid him back down on the couch, pulling Malik's shirt over his head. He lavished kisses down his jaw line and neck. He noticed Malik's resistance toward all this but it wasn't exactly resistance toward him he was resisting reacting to his actions, Bakura smiled slightly.

"Why do you resist like that? Why not just let your body react?" Bakura asked running his hand his stomach.

Malik sighed and looked away once more. "Because..." he mumbled. "It's what I do...I don't want to be emotionally attached, or physically attached to someone when I have a job like this..." he paused. "I made the mistake once, of enjoying myself even slightly, and I lived to regret it. I'm not doing it twice." Malik said, in reference to Seto.

"Besides, you look so much like Ryou...it seems wrong..."

"You should realize I'm nothing like him Malik, look at me." He said as Malik slowly turned his eyes to him. "I am Bakura, not any one else, I'm sorry if you have been hurt before by someone but I am not him, nor am I Ryou besides how much we look alike." Bakura paused "You look very much like Marik but I don't draw the conclusion that you are him." Bakura said.

Malik nodded a little. "I know...it's just...strange how close you are...and I never want Ryou hurt...it's a protective instinct I suppose..." he said almost sheepishly, pushing all thoughts of Ryou and Seto aside.

"Has any one ever protected you? I wouldn't mind at all you seem like you need it most of all." Bakura whispered softly in his ear.

Malik blushed slightly at the comment and shook his head. "I don't need protecting. I have responsibilities anyway...I don't have time to be selfish." He said, blush dying almost as quickly as it came. "Besides I'm perfectly capable"

"You should let other's handle thing's sometimes, something tells me Ryou and Yugi can take care of themselves but you...you want more purpose in your life so you take it upon yourself to do so. I'm almost positive Ryou can take care of himself at the very least." Bakura said pulling away slightly but not completely. "What or who has hurt you so much that you're so afraid to get close to anyone else?" Bakura asked.

Malik sighed. "No one and nothing." He mumbled, not wanting to reveal his past to anyone...even Ryou and Yugi didn't really know exactly what had happened...just that it was bad, and Malik didn't care to talk about it. "I take care of Yugi and Ryou, because they need it...Ryou gets taken advantage of...and Yugi is too innocent to be left alone for long."

Bakura was about to say something but a startled yelp from the other room, broke his thought. He smiled slightly as Malik tried to get up but Bakura pushed him back down, curious on his actions. "What's wrong?" He asked easily holding him down curious on where he was off to in such a hurry.

"To see what that yelp was about! Didn't you hear it?!" He said, shaking his head and shoving Bakura off. "Something could be wrong." He said sitting up and getting off the couch. He was almost to the door before Bakura stopped him. "Move, I need to make sure Ryou is ok."

Bakura rolled his eyes at the boy easily picking him up as he took him to the other side of the room. "Weather or not you'll believe me Ryou is fine, Marik would never hurt him...he likes him to much to do something like that...not to mention he won't take someone unless they'll enjoy it, haven't you ever screamed in pleasure before?" Bakura asked depositing him on the couch straddling his waist so he couldn't get back up.

Malik squirmed slightly, before sighing and laying still. "Yes I have, but I don't intend to do it again...it was a bad choice on my part...I regret the whole incident, and I don't intend to repeat history." He said shaking his head and closing his eyes...remembering that night.

"History has a tendency to repeat weather or not you want it too..." Bakura said as he kissed Malik very gently on the lips. "You should allow yourself the simple pleasures of love, gentleness, and kindness...have I done one thing tonight that you didn't want? If you don't want me to continue just tell me to stop and I will." Bakura said as he began to make a trail of kisses down Malik's torso and stomach unzipping his pants and pulling Malik's member in his mouth.

Malik bit his lip and closed his eyes, remembering that night. Remembering how a drunk had hired him, when he worked corners...how he'd been so frightened and ran to Seto for protection. How he and Seto spent the night in each other's arms...getting lost in the moment. It was all coming back at that moment, as he bit back the pleasure from Bakura...he felt a couple tears well up in his eyes. Bakura was right about him...he needed protecting and love just like everyone else...he'd pushed his own needs aside to tend to Ryou's and Yugi's, and forced himself to endure more than his share of horrible experiences that neither youth knew of. Experiences like being passed around like a rag doll among a group of 7 drunk men...That night, Ryou had been sick, and Malik couldn't bring himself to even consider telling Ryou he had a job, not that he knew at the time it would be something so big. He left in Ryou's place...and suffered greatly for it, but kept it secret...like so many things.

Bakura knew he was trying to hold back but he didn't want him to do so he sucked harder and faster upon him drawing a strangled moan from the boy's lips although he quickly covered his mouth as if trying to cover it up. He pulled away from Malik taking his length into his hand as he stroked him slowly at first but faster and faster, as time progressed as he leant close to his ear.

"Please, let go for just tonight, I want you to enjoy yourself...I live right across the doorway from you, why would I ever do anything to hurt you?" Bakura whispered softly as he kissed him passionately and sped up his movements.

Malik looked at Bakura with fear in his eyes, fear that was clear as day. "I didn't think I was going to get hurt so badly last time..." he said biting his lip, blushing and forcing himself not to arch into Bakura's touches...but god did he want to. His body ached for the loving attention he'd only had one other time...one fiery passionate time before. "What is to stop it from happening twice...? I don't want to live through it again..." he murmured biting back a soft moan, wanting so badly to just give in...just this once and enjoy what was offered to him.

Bakura stopped what he was doing noticing the fear easily and looking at the boy sadly. "Please Malik...everyone has ups and down's in life but if you refuse to take chances you'll never experience the good." Bakura paused. "Loving might be a mistake but trust me when I say it's worth making." Bakura said kissing Malik softly letting his fingertips dance across Malik's erection.

Malik sighed and nodded softly. "Just this once..." he mumbled relaxing into Bakura's touch a bit, giving him a look of hope and trust intermingled. "I'll believe you...don't break my trust..." he finished smiling slightly and reaching a hand up to touch Bakura's face and feel the soft snowy mane, tucking some of it behind his ear.

Bakura smiled leaning into Malik's touch. "I won't..." he said as he once again went down on Malik pulling the boy into his mouth as he gently played with the boy's member running his tongue up and down it gently and deep throating him bringing gasps from the young boy's mouth as he felt him harden in his mouth.

Malik moaned softly, sliding his hands into Bakura's long hair and pressing him closer, wanting as much of the sweet attention as possible. His body had been starved for love for so long, that even the smallest ounce of tenderness to him, was the world...and god did it feel good. Malik almost felt alive again...as he had before, when Ryou used to paint him. He felt as though the world had more FOR him than what he did, and it was all within an instant reach of him. Groaning, he tugged Bakura's shirt a little, before wrinkling his nose and removing his own, hoping the message would get across. "More...please...god..." Malik pleaded, wanting this to last forever...wanting this feeling of newness and life with him always.

Bakura smiled stopping the attention for a short moment to remove his own shirt and pulling Malik into his lap kissing him strongly, a little roughly but Malik didn't protest so he assumed it was okay as he began to pull at Malik's pants to remove them pushing Malik back down on his back as Malik arched his back to help in removing them. Bakura pulled Malik to him once again kissing with passion running his hand's up and down Malik's caramel skin and kissing down his face sucking upon his neck leaving several small love-bites as he went relishing in the taste of the boy he held. He pulled Malik to the ground with him as Malik's hands began to fumble with Bakura's belt buckle. Bakura smiled softly a he kissed the boy again allowing him to remove any other article of clothing he had left before he pushed Malik to his back straddling him as he kissed him strongly and pressed a finger to his entrance waiting for Malik to say it was okay before he prepared him.

Malik pressed into the touch, so used to being taken roughly, or worse, that the gentle touches of Bakura were like a candy to a child. "Oh god...more Bakura...please!" he breathed, panting slightly in anticipation. He wanted nothing more than the love...the tenderness. The sweat and friction, all of it...Malik wanted all of it, no he needed all of it.

It was easy to tell how starved the boy was for such affection...gentleness was probably so foreign to him by now. He nodded his head as he gently pushed his finger inside of Malik who arched at the sensation as eh slowly drew his finger in and out of him until he knew he was ready for a second and third. their bodies were pressed firmly against each other Malik had his arms wrapped around Bakura securely as he moved his fingers in a scissor motion so that he could properly stretch him so not to hurt him.

"Do you like this?" Bakura said slowing his, movements down just to make Malik squirm slightly. "How much do you want it?" He asked seductively in Marik's ear.

Malik shivered and pulled Bakura closer. "Yes...yes oh please...don't stop...don't ever stop!" Malik begged burying his face into Bakura's shoulder and feeling a few tears trickle down his cheeks. Was he...crying? Yes...yes...Malik discovered that he had actually began crying, in such desperation for more of Bakura's loving tenderness...for the attention he craved with every pore of his being. "Please...don't stop..." he said feeling a couple more tears from this long forgotten emotion, slide down his cheeks.

Bakura kissed his closed eye's, he questioned the tears for a moment but his words were so confident that he didn't think he was in pain or just saying it because it's what he wanted to hear.

"Don't cry Malik..." Bakura whispered softly as he kissed him gently as pressed his length against Malik's entrance before slowly burying himself inside Malik's body who cried out slightly form the intrusion as his muscles constricted around Bakura's manhood making him groan in pleasure as he held his position for a moment to allow Malik to adjust although he wanted so badly to pound into the boy beneath him he didn't want to break his trust...he cared for Malik more than he realized until now at least as he lent over and kissed him gently.

Malik laid still, relishing the feeling of his pairing with Bakura...his body trembling with fulfillment, and also desire. Every inch of him begged for as much attention as Bakura would lavish on him. More tears trickled down his cheeks as he opened those tear-filled lavender orbs to see the sincerity in Bakura's eyes. Malik's expression lightened further, showing utter and total trust, hope, and even love. "Please...don't stop..." he whispered pulling Bakura's face closer once more, to kiss him tenderly, wanting to show how full of life and emotion he was. To remind not only himself, but also Bakura, what dreams and love was. Something Malik had long since buried and given up hope on. Except for the occasional chat with Yugi, about the what-ifs of life. "Bakura please...don't ever stop..."

Bakura sped up his movement's as he kissed him, he could tell that he had finally allowed himself to actually feel his kiss was so much more fulfilling than the first time there so much more emotion behind it all...he would count this kiss as their first considering he had never felt such emotion poured into such a simple act before. He found Malik utterly beautiful in the lamplight the light making his tears shine across his face as Bakura brushed them away, he wished he wouldn't cry but he knew it wasn't because of him at all...which made him want to love Malik all the more as he took Malik's length into his hand creating a steady rhythm equal to his thrusts as Malik drug his nails down Bakura's back creating small red trail's as his breathing sped up.

Malik moaned and arched into the touch slightly, meeting Bakura's thrusts and increasing the heat. It was nearly too much to bear, but at the same time Malik never wanted it to stop...he didn't want to be alone anymore...without this touch, without this love. He let out a choked sob, clutching Bakura tightly. "I love you..." he whispered moaning louder, tears trailing down his cheeks which were flushed and beautiful...his body nearly glowing from the fulfillment of the simple act of loving once again and the sudden joy that he was alive to love Bakura. "I love you..."

Bakura closed his eye's smiling to himself at Malik's words as he brought the boy into his lap and whispered in his ear.

"Aishiteru..." Bakura said wrapping an arm around Malik bringing him up and down upon his manhood. He didn't want to stop but he felt so close to the edge as Malik released in his hand his muscles constricting tightly around Bakura making him release as he fell backward with Malik still in his arms both breathing heavily the only sound Bakura was able to hear being the steady beat of Malik's heart who laid on top of him.

Malik pushed himself off Bakura, to lay on his side, breathing slowing a bit. He sniffled a bit, wiping at his eyes, but tears still seemed to flow freely from them. Something wonderful had happened to him tonight...something that he had completely given up hoping for. "Bakura...thank you..." he mumbled burying his face into Bakura's shoulder, contenting in laying next to the person who had healed his soul. Malik managed to tug a blanket over the two of them and smiled a bit. "It meant a lot...more than you know..." he added wiping the still streaming tears away.

"You don't have to thank me Malik, I'm glad you trusted me enough to allow me to have you." He kissed Malik gently. "Please stop crying..." Bakura said kissing his eye's "Your much to beautiful to have tears streaming down your face." Bakura said cupping Malik's face in his hands and smiling at him gently.

Malik smiled even though tears still seemed to roll down his cheeks. "I cant help it..." he said, eyes now as filled with youth as he was, unlike the aged and tired eyes he'd had when he'd first met Bakura. "Just....thank you...." he whispered kissing Bakura tenderly. "You've reminded me..." he said softly, closing those youthful hope-filled eyes and smiling tiredly. He never did finish telling Bakura what he'd reminded him, but deep down, they both knew what had happened, and they had BOTH been reminded of what it felt like to love, and be loved in return.

Well there was the end of another chapter! I hope you liked it!

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