Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Half Full or Half Empty? ❯ Kiss and Make Up ( Chapter 27 )

JG: Kay this chapter is slightly different to what I said in the last one---Sevilin isn't in this, but will be in the next. Thanks for your reviews by the way! ^_^ Also I'm going to put my rating up to NC17 so my story doesn't get deleted >_>

Disclaimer: Don't own, never will, don't sue. However I do own Shika Haadimaal, Afet Haadimaal and any other original characters you might read about.

Warning: BAKURA X MARIK LEMON!!!!!!!!!! HOT SEXY LEMON!!! HAVE YOUR PAPER TOWELS HANDY, PEOPLE!!! Don't like male-on-male sex? Then get the hell outa here! We don't need your bitching!

Kiss and Make Up
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"Hello?" Afet asked as she picked up the phone.

[Hello, I would like to speak with my son, Ryou Bakura, please.]

"Oh, just a moment Mr. Bakura." Afet replied. "Ryou dear! Phone for you!"

Ryou came downstairs with a blanket around his frail body, shivering. He sniffled and wiped his nose, sat down, and took the phone. "Hello?"

[Ryou my boy, how are you?]

"Father?"

[That's me. How are you, Ryou?]

"Uh, I'm fine Dad. What's up?"

[Well, I thought I'd just let you know that I'm off on another expedition to Egypt next week. I was thinking of stopping by in Japan to see you on the way there.]

"Really?" Ryou asked, perking up. "That's great Dad!"

[I thought you would be pleased.] Mr. Bakura laughed. [That pest of a counterpart of yours isn't causing any trouble I hope.]

"Not at all Dad, he's fine. We really love it here… I can't wait to see you again! I've got so much to tell you!" Ryou chirped.

[As do I, son. But I had better go. I'll ring you when I get to Domino. I should be arriving on Tuesday next week.]

"Alright father, aishiteru!"

[Aishiteru, my son. Send my love to Bakura, won't you?]

"Hai, father. Sayonara!" With that, Ryou hung up and made his way back upstairs to tell Bakura.

"Bakura?" Ryou asked, searching the room. "…Bakura?" A muffled sort of sound came from the small bathroom that ran off Ryou's room.

"Oh Gods…!" Bakura cried out.

Ryou's eyes widened. What WAS he doing?! "Bakura?!" Throwing open the bathroom door, Ryou found his darker half kneeling over the toilet bowl, violently wrenching up vomit.*

"Ryou… leave me." Bakura managed to splutter out.

"But Bakura… is that blood?!" Ryou paled as he noticed blood in Bakura's vomit.

"Go away, hikari, I'm alright!" Bakura roared as tears spilt out of his eyes. He always cried when he was throwing up. He never knew why.

Feeling feverish and lightheaded, Ryou gave up. "Well… alright then." He went back to bed and lay down. His Scarlet Fever was still present in his body, and it was making him feel wretched. The only thing cheering him up was the phone call from his father. With Shika at school, Ryou cleared his mind about everything and dissolved into a light sleep.

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Malik got home from school later in the afternoon and literally glomped the fridge, causing Marik to look at him a little strangely.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Marik grumbled.

"I'm hungry." Malik replied. "Want anything?"

"No." Marik retorted.

Ignoring his disgruntled yami, Malik took off his blue school jacket and unbuttoned his white school shirt a little. He sat down at the table and began to eat his vegetarian pie while going over his math homework. By doing this, he knew Marik would eventually get peeved and say something. He hated being disregarded, especially by his hikari.

Marik snorted and went and sat up at the table with Malik. "Don't ignore me."

"Well what else am I supposed to do? I've got homework!"

"I want you to go over to Bakura's."

Malik looked up with a baffled look. "WHAT?"

"I need to see Bakura… I don't want to talk to him on the phone. I want to see him in person."

"And what do you expect me to do about that? He's your boyfriend, not mine." Malik replied, rolling his eyes.

Marik stared hard at his hikari. "I don't know how to get there. Can't you at least take me?"

"There is absolutely no way I am going to Shika's house. One, Shika will be home, that's bad enough, and two, Bakura will try to skin me alive!" Malik shrieked. "I'm not going."

"Fine I'll just go and get myself lost then." Marik said, getting up from the table to reach for his coat.

Malik nearly blew a blood vessel. "Don't be ridiculous you baka! You'll never find your way there! Not to mention back home again!"

"…So does that mean you'll take me?" Marik asked, his eyes glittering with hope.

Rolling his eyes and letting out a frustrated groan, Malik put down his math book and pen. "Fine… just let me get changed."

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After having checked on Ryou upstairs, seeing that Bakura had taken refuge in Shika's luxurious double bed being very hung-over, Shika took her afternoon medication and settled down on the couch with Harry in her lap, and turned on the TV, only to find that Spongebob Squarepants was currently on. Watching the little square sponge brought to life dancing around with the brainless starfish named Patrick, she began to laugh furiously. Some of the simplest things never ceased to amuse her, even if it were children's TV programs.

An abrupt knock at the door startled Shika out of her trance, and Harry scurried up onto her shoulders behind her neck underneath her hair. Wiping the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, Shika got up and answered the door, not looking too impressed at the people standing before her.

"Hi." Malik said.

"…Hi." Shika replied. "What brings you here?"

"I need to see Bakura." Marik said. "Is he here?"

"Yeah," Shika said. "But I'm afraid he's pretty crook. He drowned himself in whiskey and bourbon last night."

Marik suddenly felt extremely guilty. "Well, could I still see him please?"

"Yeah sure…"

"Call me when you want to be picked up, yami." Malik muttered before heading back to his motorbike and roaring off.

Shika closed the door after Marik walked inside. "I'm sorry about him." Marik said.

"What for?" Shika asked.

"He's still got grudge against Bakura and Ryou… I don't think he'll ever get over it. He's so jealous of them."

Shika laughed. "Yeah well, I think all Ryou wants to do is be friends, but Malik seems to think otherwise."

"I'll tell him that."

Shika led the wild-haired yami through to her room where Bakura was currently residing. "Bakura… you have a visitor." Shika mentioned before leaving the two conflicting yamis to talk.

Bakura cracked open his hazy chocolate eyes to look up into dark amethyst ones staring down at him. Slowly, he pushed his weak body up so he was sitting against the wall. "What are you doing here, Marik?"

"I wanted to see you. Is that such a crime?" The blonde yami replied as he sat down on the bed at Bakura's side. "You look like shit."

"Cheers for the reminder." Bakura replied blankly. "I'm hung-over."

"No shit. How do you feel?" Marik asked, putting a hand underneath Bakura's bangs to feel his forehead.

"A little better now that I've had a sleep." Bakura said in the middle of a yawn and a stretch. He sat up a little further and looked at Marik questioningly.

Marik bit his lip. "I… I came over to apologize to you Bakura. I shouldn't have said what I did yesterday."

Bakura shook his head and sighed. "Don't apologize to my sorry ass, Marik. I'm the one that got myself into this mess. I should be the one that gets myself out of it."

"I should have just left you… I mean-" Marik was quickly interrupted.

"Marik, shut up." Bakura snapped.

"Sorry."

"And stop apologizing!"

"Sorry." Now Marik was deliberately getting on the ex-thief's nerves.

Snarling, Bakura leapt up from the bed and pounced on Marik, sending them tumbling to the floor. "You want to dance, slut?" He growled.

"I'm no slut, you bitch!" Marik snapped back playfully and flipped Bakura over so he was on top, and sunk his teeth into Bakura's neck. Bakura quickly discarded Marik's shirt and moaned in pained pleasure as he raked his fingernails down Marik's broad, tattooed back.

The untamed-haired Egyptian tensed in pain as Bakura raped his sensitive tattooed back with his fingers. "Fuck you," he hissed as he fisted Bakura's hair and pulled him into a vigorous kiss.

Bakura responded, feral and passionate as their tongues brushed over one another, each one battling for domination. Carnal urges kicking in, Marik lowered his head and bit down gently on Bakura's fleshy lips, causing a sudden outburst of blood to extract from the small wound. Marik looked up at him with a sadistic smile.

"Don't think you're going to fuck me anytime soon slut-puppy." Bakura growled, pressing down on his bleeding lip with his finger.

"Who are you calling a slut?" Marik asked as he picked up the equally sized boy, threw him onto the bed, and then pounced on him. "Don't be a hypocrite." Marik purred as he rid Bakura of his shirt swiftly and expertly.

"I'm no slut. Just horny." Bakura replied as he thrust his hips upwards, grinding against Marik's arousal, causing him to topple over. With sharpened skills, Bakura was soon between Marik's legs, facing the boy's groin. Roughly he unzipped Marik's pants and ripped them off of his legs, causing Marik to sigh with relief of the cool air around his swollen length.

Marik drew in a jagged breath as his entire penis was engulfed in Bakura's mouth. "Oh…" Marik rolled and shifted his hips to the rhythmic movement as Bakura worked his mouth up and down his shaft, while his fingers fondled the soft sacs at the base.

He could feel Bakura smirk as the boy pulled away and blew on his saliva coated erection. "I know you like it." Bakura purred as he nibbled on the tip.

"Of course I fucking do, I didn't ask you to stop!" Marik's sentence was cut short as Bakura resumed his actions.

"Why don't you just give up and blow your load like the pussy you are?" He then took the whole length into his mouth again, his teeth grating along the sides of his shaft as he pumped Marik up and down with his mouth. Bakura finally ended his torture when Marik let out a strangled whimper as he emptied himself inside the ivory-haired fiend's tempting mouth.

Bakura looked up, and with an infernally cocky smirk, said, "My turn."

Marik whimpered, feeling helpless against the white-haired yami's reign. Bakura completely stripped himself of any clothing and pressed down against the rich golden body lying beneath him, "I didn't make you scream, which is something I will accomplish shortly." The pastel-haired thief then parted Marik's legs and inserted a finger into his passage.

Marik gasped and writhed as Bakura added a second finger and thrust in and out, causing Marik's softened penis to enlarge once more. Bakura brushed over it softly with his fingers, fascinated with the reaction Marik's swollen flesh had to such a light sensation.

"Are you ready?" Bakura asked.

"Just get on with it," Marik replied huskily, gripping onto Bakura's pale shoulders. He stared up with half-lidded eyes filled with lust as his hair glistened in the dusk light streaming through the window, giving him a golden radiance. "You are one damned sexy bitch." Bakura rubbed himself against Marik's crotch, feeling himself harden even further again at the contact, "Time for you to scream for me." Reaching over to Shika's bedside cabinet he grabbed some unscented lotion and coated his length with it. Giving one last cocky smirk, Bakura plunged into Marik's tight cavern in one smooth, effortless motion.

Marik did scream, he screamed until his own voice was ringing in his head and his throat was dry. "HOLY FUCKING RA!" Five millennia worth of waiting for this moment passed before both the Egyptian's eyes.

"Fuck me like you used, to you bitch! Fuck me!" Marik hissed out between gasps as he arched his entire body to the rhythm.

"I AM fucking you, you whining slut!" Bakura shrieked as he grasped Marik's slender brown legs and held them in the crook of his elbows. Getting onto his knees, he sped up his thrusts even faster and pounded mercilessly into his former lover's body; the sounds of moans and pants escaping Marik's throat like music to his ears.

Marik's hand moved down between his legs and he began to masturbate himself in attempt to intensify the ecstasy even further, "Gods don't stop," he panted as his eyes rolled to the back of his head with every thrust.

Speeding up the action, Bakura's eyes glowed scarlet and his hair seemed to rise toward the ceiling. Seizing Marik's legs up over his shoulders, he dragged the frenzied body towards him further as he pounded himself against Marik until he burst out with a full release.

His vision flashing white, Marik climaxed for the second time, sticky clear liquid sliding over his hands as he ejaculated. Bakura crashed down on top of the muscled blonde boy, panting and whining. Both boys' heartbeats thundered inside each other's ribcages as Bakura lay on top of Marik gently.

"Now who's the whining slut?" Marik asked haughtily as he stroked Bakura's now-limp hair.

"Shut up."

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*= Bakura was hung-over, that's why he was throwing up XD

Next chapter: Ryou's Dad comes to Domino and Sevilin gets the death penalty (finally). I WILL GRANT ANY REQUESTS OR IDEAS!!!

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