Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly Wings ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

DISCLAIMER: (agitated look.) Do you really need this is order to come to the conclusion that I'm not Takahashi-sensei? If so... [EDIT]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I still really don't have much to say. Most authoresses would probably use the notes section to have a conversation with their muses, or to comment on reviews. I, however, have neither. ...Well, I do have muses, but one's dead, and the other is in a coma. ...I swear I had nothing to do with that.

WARNINGS: Now I have a reason to have a warning label! Yaoi, smut, a little violence (not much), Bakura/Malik, Yami Malik/Malik, and that feeling that you just missed something really important.

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The bed, as pathetic as it looked, did serve its purpose and was quite comfortable at that. Malik easily fell asleep, obviously finding this more comfortable than sleeping on a bench, especially when Mother Nature decided she wanted Domino City to have some rain. Eventually, dreams overtook him, making up for what he had been lacking.

He felt the tendrils of the shadows wrapping around his body, and for some strange reason, it didn't bother him. Under the normal circumstances of his life, who would not be so carefree in the darkness. The day he finally saw the sun, he never wanted to be left in the dark again... even if the shadows did eventually overwhelm him. Ironic that one of the things he disliked most overpowered him and tossed out his soul from his own body.

"Living on the streets isn't very becoming of you, Malik," such a rich voice purred, thick with a bittersweetness that could strike contradictory emotions in someone. For Malik, the voice drew up a few unpleasant flashbacks: his father dead and bloodied, Ra unleashing his One Turn Kill against the Egyptian and Bakura...

"Yami..." The voice was tinged with a fear that Yami Malik probably found delectable and fed on. The sounds that the hikari made when frightened were simply delicious, like the coppery, warm taste of fresh blood flowing from an innocent and scared person. "I-I..."

The yami clamped his hand over his counterpart's mouth. "Shut up," he growled, coming across as harsher than he intended. He heard Malik taking a few deep breaths, but besides that there were no other sounds. "You probably think I'm gone, thanks to that damn pharaoh, but little hikari..." The sentence was stopped by soft, wicked chuckling. "I never left."

The hand moved away from Malik's mouth, allowing the adolescent to say, "You had to have left. The pharaoh defeated you."

"Idiot hikari," Yami Malik chided, "defeat isn't always the end. In most cases, it can be the beginning." Even though he had called the light idiotic, he sounded like the one lacking intelligence.

"What the hell are you... Yami?" The light froze, violet eyes wide in more surprise than fear. The darkness leaned closer to him, warm breath tickling the adolescent's face until the small distance was closed and... whoa, hold on! Yami Malik was kissing his counterpart?

The yami pulled back, grinning madly. "Face it, I'm here to stay." Powerful, tanned hands gripped Malik's equally tan shoulders. Darkness pushing the light against a shadowy wall, reaching down Malik's hands and pinning them above his head. Yami Malik pressed his lips against the hikari again, forcing his way into the Egyptian's mouth. For a moment, Malik found himself unsure of what to think, but soon more lustful feelings flowing into his body. His tongue met his darker's shyly, breaking the kiss for air.

"Hikari..." Yami Malik purred, keeping one hand pinning Malik's wrists, the other reaching beneath the cropped shirt. "You're lovely like this, but you know... red suits you better." He dug his nails into the tanned chest, enjoying the cry of pain it caused. Broken skin began to bleed, followed by angry red scratches and more cries. The psychotic enjoyed it all, licking the blood on his fingertips. "Beautiful," he remarked in his sadistic way.

Malik refused to look at him, tears leaving glittering trails from his eyes down his cheeks. Even if crying defeated the whole purpose of keeping up a tough exterior, those scratches and marks fucking hurt. It wasn't until his hands were released and his yami forced him to face the darkness did he realize that things were definitely heading downhill.

"Aw... poor hikari..." Yami Malik lapped a stray tear off of Malik's face, then grabbing the hikari's chin, forcing eye contact. "Did it really hurt that much?" He cocked his head, almost has though he was enjoying some sort of inside joke. "I'm not even trying to hurt you."

"Don't fucking lie!" Malik snapped, then mentally kicked himself. His yami narrowed his startling violet eyes, making a noise deep in his throat similar to growling.

When Yami Malik backhanded his hikari across the face, he didn't give much warning beforehand. "I could kill you right now if I wanted to!" he shouted, Malik prefering nothing better than wanting to get away from the lunatic. "You wouldn't be able to do shit if I decided to beat you to death! I'm in control of your life, you dumbass! How dare you act as though we're equals!" Silence stretched on after the storm, Malik choking back a couple sounds. Then, finally, Yami Malik smirked again, feeding off of some sort of victory. "Behave, hikari, and I won't be as hard on you. Rebellion seldom has its rewards."

Looking away, perhaps a little submissvely, Malik said nothing; Yami Malik took that as a sign in his favor. The yami took no time in starting to trail sloppy kisses down his hikari's chest, obviously trailing down to Malik's length. After all, it was no time to be subtle about things. Malik gasped, hands instinctively trying to reach down, but too no avail were kept immobile by shadowy tendrils, as the darkness ran his pink tongue over the hardening cock's slit. "Yami..." he breathed out, closing his eyes. He gave a startled cry when Yami Malik took him into his mouth, sucking on the length like he did it before. ...Interesting thought.

"Gods... Yami, please!" The Egyptian tensed up, feeling something that could to symbolized as a tidal wave, crashing through him and washing away whatever control he had. H e released into Yami Malik's mouth, the shadowy being swallowing it all as opposed to just spitting out the substance.

"You're quick," Yami Malik commented, amused at that thought. "I suppose I should give you credit though. It's not like you could've done much better." The hikari glared at him, looking as though he was about to get all pissy again, but the darkness brushed it aside, grinning like some sort of child that set up for a naughty prank. "Well, I took care of you, so how about something for me?" He tugged at Malik, causing the tendrils to release his light, only to roughly shove him to the ground and kiss him in the same fashion. One of his hands starting to undo his pants because really, wearing pants with a hard-on wasn't exactly comfortable. His shirt and cape soon followed, leaving him as nude as his hikari.

The next thing Malik knew was he was entering pain as his yami pushed into him without another thought. He cried out, clenching his eyes shut, but even with his eyes closed, he could still see the little demons of pain. "It hurts... dammit, it hurts!" The shout fell on deaf ears, though, as Yami Malik thrusted into him again, starting the pick up the pace. For awhile the pained cries continued on, but then something of Malik was brushed, causing him to make a pleased noise.

"See? It's not that bad."

Malik's mental alarms went off at that comment. That didn't sound like his yami at all, but then if it wasn't Yami Malik, then who the hell was it? His eyes snapped open, only to see someone with snowy-white hair and pale skin. Bakura smirked, then groaned. "Gods, Ishtar..." He pounded into Malik, leaving the Egyptian in a mixture of pain, pleasure, and confusion. Bakura growled, reaching down, and stroking the hikari's returning erection, wanting to see him cry out with his pained and pleased expressions.

"Dammit... Bakura!" Malik came for the second time, spurting his seed onto the spirit's abdomen.

"Malik... I'm going... I'm going..." Bakura cried out moments later, spilling into Malik before collapsing on the hikari. "Malik..."

"Malik...?"

"Malik!"

The Egyptian opened his eyes, seeing Bakura leaning against the door, a lit cigarette in one of his pale hands. "Sleep well?" he asked mockingly, dark eyes amused, and for awhile, Malik found that he was at a loss for words.