Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Colour Me Blood Red ❯ Beautiful the Virgin ( Chapter 3 )

Colour Me Blood Red
by Fat Cat Buyo (/Lionheart)
Chapter Three - Beautiful the Virgin

Disclaimer: Don’t own Yuugioh, I own some of the original characters whose sole purpose in this fanfic is to be killed! Fwahaha! None of them ever live to see the next chapter! Okay, well... maybe one does, but that is about it. Oh and “Beautiful the Virgin” is a song by Schwartz Stein, I no own that either....

Yay! I finally get to write a plotless chapter! Well, sorta plotless, because the rest of the story could not form without all of the mindless sex in this chapter.

And thanks for the little reviews I do get for this fanfic! They keep me going ^__^

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Reaching into a bag hanging off the side of the motorcycle, after reaching a red light, he pulled out a small bundle of letters that were written to Shizuka, Jounouchi’s younger sister.

“Might as well deliver these before I go anywhere else.” He whispered, taking a right turn. A few minutes later, he ended up at a strip club called the “Catwalk”, which was a very boring name, in Malik’s opinion.

Parking his motorcycle, he looked up at the bright, neon sign. This was a strip club where there were both male and female strippers, and Shizuka had always asked him to work there, because he was ‘perfect for the job’. Malik smiled and shook his head. Walking around to the back door, he knocked on it and a petite girl answered the door. She almost shut it in his face, but he put his hand out.

“I’m here to see Shizuka.” He said, quietly.

“What business do you have with her? Are you another stalker?” She asked, frowning. Malik laughed.

“I’m Malik Ishtar, a friend of her brother’s.” The girl must’ve recognized the name because she let him in and called out Shizuka’s name. The redheaded girl bounded through the door and practically tackled the life out of Malik.

“Malik-chan!!” She squealed. Malik patted her on the head and sat up, smiling.

“Hey, I’m just delivering a bundle of letters from Otogi and Jounouchi.” He said, fishing the letters out of his back pocket. Shizuka squealed and grabbed the notes, hugging them to her chest.

“Shizuka-chan??” A girl asked, poking her head into the room. “Have you seen Anzu?” The redheaded girl tapped her chin in thought.

“That’s right! She said she was going to take a break today since she was kind of sick and didn’t want to get any of the clients sick as well.” She nodded.

“Crap.” The younger girl said, her eyes drifting over to Malik. “Hey you, interested in doing some impromptu work?” Malik’s eyes widened and he thought about it for a bit.

“Sure. Why not?”

*~*

After Shizuka had left the stage, the crowd of men and women whistled for an encore, but sadly did not receive one. The lights on the stage dimmed and Malik walked out, blending with the semi-darkness. Wrapping his leg around a pole, the lights came back on at full force and he let his body fall backwards, using the strength of his leg to keep him from falling back.

A couple people in the crowd whistled, the rest were rather silent, having never seen the Egyptian boy in their lives. Malik had, of course, changed his apparel slightly, so he had golden bands on his arms and around his neck. His shoes were missing, leaving him barefoot. All in all, it was strangely exotic.

The music finally started up, and Malik rubbed against the pole a few times, pressing his warm cheek to the cool metal, before spinning once, at an excruciatingly slow pace. When the music decided to speed up, he let go of the pole and started moving his hips to the fast paced song. More people began joining in with the cheering as his hips moved in a way that looked physically impossible.

The layout of the strip club was like most of them, booths spread evenly, providing paths for the waiters and waitresses. Jumping off the stage, he walked to the middle of the floor, brushing his tan fingertips against some of the tables he passed. Out of the corner of his eye, Malik spotted a rather interesting character. The man sat alone in a booth, watching Malik intently. He was extremely pale, with piercing brown eyes and snow white hair, much like Ryou. But one thing stood out, and that was the look in his eyes. It was a look of lust and passion.

Calmly walking toward the strange man’s table, he began moving his hips to the music once more. The man smirked and stuffed a dollar in the hem of his pants. Holding out his hand, Malik silently urged him to take it, never ceasing the movement of his hips as the pace of the music increased.

The man took his hand, and Malik pulled him up, pulling their bodies closer together. The sounds of the crowd whistling and cheering were lost to him, as he threw his head back and brushed his hips against the albino’s, who in turn, leaned forward and brushed his lips against the base of Malik’s neck.

Pulling back, he dragged the albino back onto the stage and promptly pushed him against the pole, grinding his hips against other’s. Half of the audience was practically drooling rivers. Malik brushed his lips against the other’s and whispered, “I never did quite get your name.”

“Bakura.” He whispered back, moaning as Malik ground his hips against his. Malik yet again wrapped his leg around the pole and part of Bakura’s body, using the strength of his leg alone to hold him as he dipped back. Sliding down, he dropped to his knees and leaned back as far as he could. Bakura dropped down as well, running his hands up Malik’s thighs and chest.

“You free tonight?” He asked, grinning evilly.

“Yup.” Malik answered, biting back a groan.

“This’ll be interesting then...”

*~*

Soon after, the song ended and they found some way to wrap up the sexual foreplay disguised as erotic dancing. Bakura hopped back to his table and Malik had to go on back, much to the displeasure of the audience. Shizuka smiled and thanked him for the letters, which were all open and had been read.

“Tell Jounouchi that I love him and I don’t have work Saturday afternoon.” She said, as Malik walked out the door, without the gold bands and with his shoes. He nodded and shut the door behind him. Shizuka had been juggling two jobs lately so she and her roommate Anzu could get extra money to pay for their nice apartment, so she was a secretary by day and a stripper by night. Shaking his head, he got on his motorcycle and put his helmet on. Starting up his bike, he headed toward the entrance of the strip club, waiting for Bakura to come out. Once he finally spotted him, he gave a quick wave of his hand and the albino made a beeline toward him. “Nice bike.” Was all he said, as he mounted it and wrapped his arms around Malik’s waist.

“Where to?” The Egyptian boy asked, without turning his head around.

“My apartment. Go straight, take a left, take a right and then go straight again. I’ll point it out.” He whispered, and with that, Malik revved up the engine and they headed towards the apartment.

*~*

Once there, Malik put his keys on Bakura’s counter and looked around. For a small apartment, it didn’t look so bad. There were some messes in the kitchen, like unclean plates, but everything other than that was pretty tidy. As the Egyptian boy was looking around, Bakura wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his chin on Malik’s shoulder. Malik smiled and leaned back. “So....” Malik started, wetting his dry lips, “How old are you?”

Bakura smirked and nibbled on his earlobe. “Nineteen.”

“I’m eighteen.” Malik purred. “My name’s Malik Ishtar, I work at a shrine on the outskirts of Kyoto, surrounded, almost, by a forest.” He smiled and let his eyes drift closed. “Only hobby I have is working with computers.”

“Bakura, computer technician, and I live here.” He said, but then blinked, “So wait... you don’t work at that strip club?” Bakura raised a finely shaped eyebrow.

Malik shook his head. “One night only thing.” He whispered.

“That’s a pity.” Bakura whispered huskily. Malik eeped as the grip on his waist tightened and Bakura picked him up and carried him toward the bedroom, which Malik had no problem with whatsoever.

Laying the Egyptian boy down on the bed, Bakura straddled his waist and leaned down, softly brushing his lips against the other’s. Malik had other ideas, though, as his hands wrapped around Bakura’s neck, pulling him in for a firmer kiss. Malik nibbled playfully on Bakura’s lower lip, pulling on it from time to time. The albino gasped, putting a hand on either side of the other boy to keep himself from falling on top of him.

Finally, Malik slid his tongue inside Bakura’s mouth, unwrapping his arms to let his long, thin fingers dance over Bakura’s clothed chest. The albino, in turn, moaned and sucked lightly on the Egyptian’s tongue. Malik’s fingers darted over the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing each one until his pale chest was free from the evil known as clothing.

Bakura growled and sat up, much to Malik’s displeasure and fully removed his shirt, before pulling Malik’s hands over his head so he could do the same thing to Malik, tossing the tight tank top he was wearing on to the floor.

There was one scar that looked like a stab wound near Bakura’s shoulder, and another one near his belly button, but that was all he had. Malik had a few stab and bullet wounds on his stomach, almost ruining the perfectness of his being, but making him all the more exotic and desirable. What Bakura didn’t see were the deep scars from a whip all over his back, but he would see those soon enough.

Leaning forward again, Bakura attacked Malik’s neck, nipping and sucking every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. Malik let his head fall back on the pillow, giving Bakura more access. He moaned and panted, arching his back again, the pent up want and need in him engulfing him whole.

“Ah.. Bakura...” Malik gasped, tangling his fingers in Bakura’s soft, white hair. Bakura nuzzled into Malik’s neck and moved down, delicately lapping at the scars with his tongue. Malik gasped and his breathing grew ragged.

“I can’t hold back much longer.” Bakura whispered huskily against the Egyptian’s skin, tickling it. Malik sighed and arched his back to Bakura’s touch. The albino took this as an invitation to screw him senseless and began to remove his baggy pants and boxers. Once that task was complete, he licked Malik’s bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. Malik parted his lips and let Bakura’s tongue slide in as the albino lifted his hips and pulled off his pants.

Frankly, Bakura wasn’t surprised in the least that Malik wore no kind of undergarment. His pants were definitely too tight for anything like that. Anyway, it made his job easier. Grabbing a tube of lubrication on his bedside table, Bakura lubricated himself and without any warning, complete buried himself inside Malik, who nearly screamed and threw his head back. His hands came up to lace themselves in Bakura’s hair once more as he pushed his hips down to further impale himself on the albino, who only gasped at how unbelievably tight the Egyptian boy was.

Grabbing Malik’s hips, he began thrusting in and out of him, each time hoping to hit the other boy’s ‘pleasure spot’. Once he did manage to hit it, Malik raked his sharp nails down Bakura’s back and bit his own lip to keep from screaming.

“I don’t think... I can hold much longer.” Malik panted. Bakura growled in response and quickened his pace. Moaning, Malik wrapped his legs around Bakura’s hips in attempt to bring himself closer. After only a few more minutes, Malik actually did scream, as he ejaculated all over his and Bakura’s stomachs, but the albino didn’t seem to mind as he was too lost in the pleasure to really care. Calling out Malik’s name as well, he filled the Egyptian with his own seed and had to hold himself up to keep from squishing the boy beneath him.

Malik mumbled something that sounded a lot like “Oh god...” and closed his eyes, purring contentedly. Despite his exhaustion, he leaned forward and began to lick the mess off of Bakura’s chest, much like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. Bakura gave a quiet moan but the pleasure only lasted a little while. Deciding the repay him, Bakura did the same to Malik, who fell back onto the bed and squirmed a bit.

“Bakura...” He whispered, letting his eyes flutter closed. Bakura brushed his lips against the others and nuzzled his cheek. “Shh. Sleep.” The Egyptian only nodded and started to do so. Reaching over to his bedside table, Bakura’s hand closed around something. Looking over at the peacefully cute Malik, he just snuggled up to him and let the think drop onto the floor as his hand became limp.

*~*

The next morning, the both woke up around the same time, and were horny as hell, so the same thing practically happened only with less kissing (ew, morning breath) and more foreplay. After that, Bakura went to take a shower, leaving Malik to wander aimlessly around the apartment. Finding a Chinese silk robe with a dragon on it, he put it on and loosely tied the string thing to keep it from opening.

Spotting a toaster on the counter, he found some bread in the fridge and began to toast it. Searching the fridge, he found some jam and marmalade and grinned to himself. It wouldn’t be like Ryou’s good breakfasts, but it would haveta do.

There was a squeak as the bathroom door opened and a very wet Bakura with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist entered the kitchen and grabbed Malik’s arm, dragging him toward the shower. The Egyptian only whined in protest as he pathetically watched the toaster slowly move out of sight.

*~*

“But Bakuraaaa~, I have to leave!” Malik whined, as he tried to leave Bakura’s apartment. The albino, however, did not want his new ‘fuck buddy’ to leave, even for a minute, and would not let even set foot out of the apartment.

“Too bad!” He said, growling playfully.

“My co-workers and friends were expecting me back last night .” Malik frowned and stuck his tongue out at Bakura, who let go of Malik’s arm, causing the Egyptian to topple backwards into the hallway.

“Fine then. Leave me.” He said, before slamming the door in Malik’s face.

“Bakuraaaaaa!!!” He whined, pounding on the door. The albino smirked triumphantly and opened the door.

“Yes?” He asked, unable to wipe the smirk off his face. Malik pouted, his lower lip trembling. Bakura rolled his eyes.

“Will you come over for dinner tonight?” Malik asked, with a tilt to his head. The cuteness was rather unbearable to Bakura and it was then that he remembered why he didn’t like relationships. Especially with very sexy people who were extremely good in bed and were very manipulative.

“Fine.” He grumbled. Malik squeaked, kissed Bakura on the cheek and dashed down to the parking lot to get to his motorcycle. It was well into the afternoon and Ryou was probably worried sick. Jounouchi and Otogi probably assumed that he was out having sex, and Ryou would deny that and assume that Malik had gone and gotten himself killed.

Ryou was such a worry wart sometimes. Malik smiled and shook his head before pulling into his own driveway. Just as he was about to open the door, Ryou threw it open and tackled Malik to the ground.

“MALIK! I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!” He sobbed, proving that Malik’s assumptions were, indeed, correct.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Ryou.” Malik said, petting his worried little friend. “I was just out with this guy~” Sighing happily, Malik’s facial expression turned from a content one to a very blissful one.

Ryou shook his head and helped Malik to his feet, pushing him into the house. “Well, we’ve been workless thanks to you, which means Jou and Otogi are screwing senseless.” Ryou whined. Malik just ruffled Ryou’s white hair and dreamily wandered back to his bedroom. Ryou sighed and shook his head as he went back to working on dinner.

*~*

Malik emerged from the trap door just as dinner was being served. Sliding the rug over it, he skipped into the kitchen and sat down at the table. “Hey guys, I heard a rumour that there’s an American terrorist aboard a plane that’s heading to the airport in Tokyo. I bet if we get a head start....” He said, but was interrupted as someone knocked on the door. Squeaking, and not even wondering how Bakura knew his address (if Malik HAD wondered, he would be confused, because he has a short term memory problem and would have never remembered that he told Bakura about his job at the shrine) and threw open the door. Dragging the poor, unsuspecting albino into the entrance and then into the kitchen, he bounced up and down happily. Bakura looked... rather unhappy.

Otogi had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing and Ryou frowned, because he was the only one to notice that Bakura looked a lot like him. Jou just smiled and pulled out a seat next to him.

“Guys, this is Bakura.” He said, introducing his new (and first) lover. Everyone nodded hello and Ryou began dishing out the food. Bakura poked at it, skeptically (for they were having a homemade meal of onigiri and tempura) for the homemade-ness of the food made it look rather strange and inedible. But this was coming from Bakura, who had never eaten a home cooked meal in his life.

“Ittadakimasu!” The four said in unison and dug into their plates. Bakura continued to poke at the meal with his chopsticks, earning a glare from the normally very kind Ryou.

“If you don’t eat, I will make you eat it.” Ryou threatened. Bakura pretended to be scared and ate one of his onigiri. It was, in fact, very yummy, so he quickly stuffed the rest into his mouth. Malik giggled.

Once dinner was over, they all migrated toward the living room, and sat down on the couch (sans Malik and Bakura, for Malik was giving Bakura a tour of the house). Soon after, Malik rejoined everyone in the living room and introduced them.

“These are my friends and co-workers, Ryou, Otogi and Jounouchi.” He said, pointing to all three as he said their names. Ryou’s eyes widened but Malik gave a reassuring smile. “Ryou actually has his own business, which is with acupuncture, and Otogi doesn’t technically work at the shrine, but the girls come to see him, so we keep him mainly for that.” Jou eyed Otogi wearily, who only smirked.

Ryou smiled pleasantly (it was only half-fake) and fiddled with the hem of his shirt. Bakura wrapped his arms possessively around Malik’s waist and whispered something to him, making the Egyptian boy giggle. The other three ignored them and turned the TV on.

Bakura kissed Malik on the cheek and the two walked to the door. Once out of the eyesight of Malik’s three companions, they did a passionate make-out scene before giving an exchange of telephone numbers and parted ways.

Once Malik reached the living room again, Jou, Otogi and Ryou were tapping their feet impatiently (and at the same time, might I add) and pointing toward the television.

“Computer?” He asked, sitting in between Jou and Ryou.

“Hai. Ishtar-san, there’s a call on the line from an unknown source. Would you like me to accept and transfer?” The computer asked, through the television screen.

“Un. Transfer now.” Malik said, leaning back.

“Ryou?” A voice asked, sounding somewhat terrified and confused.

“Yuugi?!” Ryou asked, eyes widening.

*~*

Wow, that took me for-freaking-ever x.x Well, OOH CLIFFHANGER THIS TIME! XD You’ll see what happens in the next chapter~ which will get up when I get back from vacation. Muwahah >D I have finally earned my NC-17 rating. *cackles*

Oh and if you like the BakuraxMalik pairing, check out Liberi Fatali, by me, of course, which is the same pairing except not really AU. Well sorta. It’s pre-Battle City. Anyway, check it out if you feel like.

And please review T_T I love reviews ;.; I’m gonna start replying to them. Oh and I’m sorry in advanced for any typos I might make. Also, constructive criticism is very liked X3

Love, Buyo. (WHOO 9 pages XD)