Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Heat of the Night ❯ Heat of the Night ( One-Shot )

WARNING: This is yaoi. This means male/male sex and relationships. If this isn't your cup of fine-brewed English tea and plate of crumpets, please leave now.

DISCLAIMER:

Angel: We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or anything related. All I own is this little plot (hehe...). The song belongs to Bryan Adams. So there. You sue, and you'll get nothing `cept... well.... umm.... StarFire?

StarFire: WHAT!? I'm NOT up for grabbs!

Angel: No! I meant, why don't you tell them what they'll get if they sue! *sighs in exasperation*

StarFire: ^^; Oh. Ok. A BRAND NEW CAR!!!! Oh, wait a sec, nevermind. ^^; we don't own a car.... we don't own anything... except our muses, of course... *sends a nasty, evil grin in the general direction of her muses*

Muses: EEP! NO! WE'LL BE NICE!!!

StarFire: Fine. ^_^ Then that means only one thing: you will get diddly squat if you sue. So it's no use trying. ^_^

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Heat of the night

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"You lost."

Bakura growled, not bothering to look up at his opponant. "So I did." They were in Bakura's house, sitting on the floor playing Duel Monsters in front of a blazing fireplace. Marik grinned. "We made a bet, Bakura. You're not gonna back out now, are you?" Mocking sarcasm saturated every word. Bakura refused to speak, his eyes still glued to the Duel Monster's cards in front of him. Marik's patiance was almost up. "We Made A Bet." Ice laced his words now, the chill in them causing Bakura to look up at his tormentor. Bakura sneered.

"I'm not gonna back out, even though I'm quite sure you cheated." Marik simply grinned. "Doesn't matter now. Come here." Bakura swallowed, he wasn't used to being ordered around. Chocolate eyes stared hard into violet. "Make me."

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**I was caught in the crossfire**

**of the silence grave,**

**a one man's nightmare**

**is another man's dream.**

**Threw the colors up high, and prey for the morning's light.**

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At First, Marik didn't know how to respond. His eyes narrowed. "I won. Come Here." Bakura winced, but his scowl held. "I don't think so. You may have won, but that doesn't mean I have to go willingly into the lion's jaws." Marik smirked. "Indeed..." Tanned arms and leggs propelled him forward, around the board to his waiting prize.

Bakura's eyes narrowed; Marik was moving towards him in an almost... preditory manner. The look Marik was giving him sent shivers down the yami's back. ~Oh Ra.... what have I done???~

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**`cause you live it alone in the heat of the night. **

**Met a man with a message from the other side**

**couldn't take the pressure, had to leave it behind. **

**Said "It's up to you, you can run or you can fight.**

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Marik hesitated for a moment upon reaching Bakura's side... was he doing the right thing? It wasn't unheard of in ancient Egypt... but had Bakura.....? Marik shook his head: it didn't matter now. He roughly grabbed a handful of Bakura's hair, yanking the other boy forward. His eyes bored into those of the other yami. "You belong to me, tomb robber, don't you ever forget that." With that said, he claimed a shocked Bakura's lips.

Bakura almost melted upon contact. Though it was less than gentle, the feel of Marik's lips on his own sent his mind reeling. Soft and pliant, Bakura found Marik's lips quite tantalizing. The sweet smell of Marik's cologne filled his nostrils, intoxicating the yami further.

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**Better leave it alone, in the heat of the night.**

**In the heat of the night, they'll be comin' around.**

**They'll be lookin' for answers, they'll be chasing you down.**

**In the heat of the night,**

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Marik felt the other yami's shock, and smiled as he felt Bakura relaxing against him. Marik slid his tongue past Bakura's lips, a burst of fire shooting through his blood as the other moaned in response to the intrusion. "Mine..." He muttered.

Bakura wasn't going to let him off that easily. Their tongues battled in a violent war for dominance, neither giving an inch. Marik pulled away a few moments later, his breath coming in short gasps. Bakura let out a soft growl of irritation from deep in his throat at the interruption, causing Marik to let out a small chuckle. "Ever the impatient one, aren't we Bakura?" Bakura simply glared, his chocolate eyes clouded with passion.

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**Where you gonna hide when it all comes down?**

**Don't look back, don't ever turn around.**

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Bakura leaned forward, crushing his lips to Marik's once again, suprising the other into motionlessness. Smiling to himself, Bakura began moving his hands down the other's body, fingers grazing the bulge in Marik's pants, eliciting something between a gasp and a whine. His lips moved along Marik's jaw, stopping to suckle gently and nibble his earlobe.

He had lost control somewhere along the way, Marik thought numbly. His hands were locked in place, twisted in the silver strands of Bakura's wild mane. His lips parted to let out another groan as Bakura bit into the skin over his collarbone, marking him.

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**Have to pay the piper**

**to call the tune**

**said he'd be back someday**

**said he'd be back real soon. **

**Pull the sheets down low, you'll know when the time is right. **

**Will you play it alone in the heat of the night?**

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Bakura could feel his erection rubbing almost painfully against his jeans, but ignored it: he wanted Marik to scream his name as he came, to know that Bakura wasn't going to be dominated so easily. His hands roamed down the other yami's body again, removing clothing as he went. Marik had been wearing nothing except a vest and a pair of loose pants, under which Bakura was quite sure he wore nothing else. Bakura's clothing came next, the T-shirt and jeans falling by the wayside between kisses he was littering across Marik's chest.

Marik was numb with sensations. He realized with dulled shock that both his and Bakura's clothing had been removed, and that Bakura was laying him down on the braided rug in front of the fireplace. His thoughts were abruptly cut off as the other yami took a stiffened nipple into his mouth.

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**In the heat of the night, they'll be comin' around.****

**They'll be lookin' for answers, they'll be chasing you down.**

**In the heat of the night, **

**where you gonna hide when it all comes down?**

**Don't look back, don't ever turn around.**

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Bakura suckled the stiffened peak, swirling his tongue around the hard little nub, enjoying the soft mews and incoherent requests for more uttering from Marik's lips. He trailed more kisses down the other's body, taking a moment to caress Marik's slightly muscled, and beatuifully tanned stomach before reaching his goal.

Marik arched off the floor as soon as he felt the hot slickness of Bakura's mouth surrounding his member. "Bakura....!" His eyes squeezed shut as Bakura's tongue slid up and down the length of his stiffened manhood, suckling and teasing until Marik was sure he was going to go mad.

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**In the heat of the night, they'll be comin' around.**

**They'll be lookin' for answers, they'll be chasing you down.**

**In the heat of the night.**

**where you gonna hide when it all comes down?**

**Don't look back, don't ever turn around.**

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Bakura smiled to himself. The domineer had become the dominee. Marik's hands had since left his hair to cling to the edges of the carpet, his grip tightening as he came. Bakura swallowed every drop, his blood boiling with lust as Marik cried his name. Marik collapsed, his breath coming in slow and raggid. Bakura savored the tast of Marik's seed, musky, but not unpleasently so, and moved up his lover's body to claim his lips, to give him a taste of his own delicious essence.

Marik opened his eyes only to shut them again as Bakura placed a rough kiss on his lips. It was then that Marik felt the pressure of Bakura's own need rubbing insistantly against his thigh. Violet eyes opened again, half-lidded, to stare at Bakura.

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**In the heat of the night, they'll be comin' around.**

**They'll be lookin' for answers, they'll be chasing you down.**

**In the heat of the night.**

**where you gonna hide when it all comes down?**

**Don't look back, don't ever turn around.**

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Bakura tried to ignore his throbbing member, but need overcame him. He gathered an all-too willing Marik to him, sliding between the yami's thighs. Bakura pulled something from under the couch... a container of lube he always kept there. Marik said nothing as bakura applied some to his fighers and inserted them into Marik's body. Bakura winced, the other yami was so tight!

Marik felt his body resisting the intrusion, but he forced himself to releax. Slowly, his body begain to respond to his demands. Bakura slowly inserted another finger, scissoring and loosening until he was sure Marik was ready. By now his member was hot and throbbing with need. "Damnit..." Bakura hissed as he slammed himself without warning into the other yami's body.

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**In the heat of the night, **

**Don't ever look back, don't ever turn around.**

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Marik screamed. His body shuddered, stiff as a rod at the sudden intrusion. Still, it kept coming. Bakura slammed himself into Marik's body, time and time again, aiming for and hitting that special bundle of nerves inside Marik's body every time. He reached a hand over and grabbed Marik's again-hardened member, pumping it in time to his thrusts.

Marik couldn't move. His vision was nothing but white light as shockwave after shockwave of pure, undiluted pleasure shot through his body. He heard someone scream, a second later realizing it was himself as he came. A second later, Bakura screamed as well, releasing his warmth into Marik's body. When Marik opened his eyes, Bakura was slumped over on top of him, Marik's cum covering both his and Bakura's chests. Bakura grinned weakly at Marik, his entire body lax. "Who was it that won again?" Marik tried to shrugg, but couldn't manage it. "I don't remember... doesn't really matter though...." Marik grinned, his eyes closing, "... I cheated anyway."

Bakura chuckled, sending shockwaves through the other's body, "Baka." The silver-haired tomb robber let out a satisfied sigh, and pulled a blanket over the both of them before they both fell promptly asleep.

*~Owari~*

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Author's note:

StarFire: In case you people couldn't figure it out, I wrote this one. And, uh, I know this is kinda AU, but I couldn't help it. I wanted this to be more of a violent meeting, but it turned out to be more tender than I had figured it to be. It should be noted that I KNOW this would never happen... these two are too dominating, and too violent to do anything this gentle.... but I suppose what will be, will be. *shruggs*

Angel: Awww... you wrote a sweet fic.... but... what was that whole bet thing about???

StarFire: *shruggs* I had to have a basis for the, erm... well, Lemon. Didn't I?

Angel: No, I mean what was the.... what did they.... Oh! Forget it! I give up! *stalks off*

StarFire: O.O *shruggs* whaddid I do??? Oh well.... our muses have been cruel, so... the next thing you see will probably be a Riku/Sephiroth, or a Cloud/Sephiroth, or something like that... something involving Sephy. *huggles her Sephy muse*

Sephy-Muse: *shakes off StarFire, though being the Sephiroth-Muse's chibi form, it isn't easy* gerrof me! Gah! *Disappears in a flash of purple smoke*

StarFire: ^_^; Ok, nevermind.... anyways, comments? Questions??? Oh, for the love of Ra, just review!!! *stomps off*

A: Um, FYI, we used this song more for the lyrics than for the whole thing. K? K. ^_^