Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Over ❯ OUCH! ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

a quick uninvolved chapter that has NO correlation in the main story plot line or any factors of import.
* This isn’t about the character concept, plots, or anything serious. It’s simply a short chapter to relax with and post some smut.
*The first outline paragraph is just to provide the back ground concept of THIS short chapter.
*PSS ignore the OC, she’s no one of value and wont be around long. I hate her already. Lol
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Ouch!
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Malik had only moved to Japan a few months after Battle city, a move necessitated by his family’s trade. Oddly enough it was Mr. Bakura who had hired the unusual pair of siblings, remarking of how he had never seen the like. Someone who could read and decipher such ancient hieroglyphics and texts would be an invaluable addition to his museum and research.

Isis and Rishid would never reveal the specifics of how they knew these skills or the actual cultural details of the ancient civilization along with the uses of the artifacts they brought with them. Nor would they reveal that Malik was the head of the family, in charge of keeping all these secrets.

To Mr. Bakura and all the anthropologic world, Malik was just the bright, cheerful, younger brother of the unusually knowledgeable pair who probably had no such dealings in the family business yet. That was just how Malik Ishtar wanted it.

Malik had called ahead to notify the gang they would be coming and was greeted warmly by everyone. Most of the guys who weren’t working offered to help the family move in. Of course conversation started and soon the teens were all planning outings at the local hang outs. Malik was excited. He had been cautious at first, unsure if the others really forgave him and were being sincere in their acceptance. It was the pharaoh’s own reincarnation that had soothed his trepidations with little more than the warmth of his smile.

It was all as the blond had hoped, a normal life as a carefree teen. All he had ever wanted, friends and family, freedom, and living in the light of the surface world. His siblings, who earned an ample income from the museum and bonuses from archeologists seeking help, encouraged the youngest Ishtar to go with Yugi and enjoy his childhood.

That was probably why he had accepted Joey’s invitation to meet them at the local burger joint where Tea worked. Malik had shown up, hanging out at the diner for a few hours with the gang, and returning a few times a week. Soon, he became known by the local regulars and targeted as the new hot guy by more than a few girls.

Shinza was an acquaintance of Serenity’s who attended the local high school. After a week of ogling the exotic blond, she finally decided to buy him a coffee. Malik wasn’t stupid or unobservant, but he was a stranger to the dating customs of the area and hadn’t really paid too much attention to this girl or any other, consumed by the enjoyment of meeting up with his friends. He hadn’t had this privilege growing up in a secluded lair, surrounded only by his immediate family, and wasn’t taking it for granted now.

Tea set the vanilla cinnamon frappuccino down gently in front of Malik with a sly wink. “The tall girl at table two sent this over. I’m surprised you haven’t said anything about her staring at you all week Malik,” she teased before walking away to catch another order.

“Whoo hoo, way to go there buddy,” cheered Jou, clapping him on the back. “Nice,” exclaimed Tristan, giving the thumbs up. “She’s in my art class, I thought she was a model,” he commented on her height.

Malik looked over at said girl, turning away quickly from the initial shock of meeting her eyes. It only took him a few minutes to break away, having made up his mind to talk to her. Even if it was nothing, one more friend couldn’t hurt.

Unaware of social conformity or any reason to be shy, the bold blond walked up to her table and asked to sit down. For a while her friends accompanying her giggled, and started at him as he tried to strike up conversation with her. After the better part of an hour, they left with wide grins and chortles, reasonably sure their comrade had won him over. She knew they would call her later and ask questions.

Malik didn’t care, he didn’t even attend school, why should he care about gossip among the company of strangers? He continued to smile and make her laugh, taking her phone number before running home for dinner.

Excitably at dinner he blurted out the whole thing, making his siblings laugh, happy for their brother. “do you think I could call her and ask her to a movie?” he asked, receiving confirmation from his brother who was still snickering over his dish.

Malik rushed off after clearing the table to make his call, only becoming giddier when she accepted. And so it went for a few weeks, with Malik meeting the gang, and pulling his new girlfriend along with him to their table.

It was always funny seeing the pair in public, with Shinza standing almost a good foot taller than the Egyptian, and Malik already seeming head over heels as he watched her with puppy dog eyes. Anything she wanted, she got. Malik doted on her affectionately.

Tea sighed, “It’s sweet, but you watch. She’s going to rip his heart out,” she commented to Yugi. The petite boy only hoped for the best, “you don’t know that. They could be together for a while before that happens.” Tea only shook her head, “I know the type, she wants him because he’s the new guy and he’s cute. As soon as another hot ticket item rolls into town, she’s gone.”

Tristan and Jou, ever the teen perverts, encouraged Malik to “get to know her”. They even went as far as pushing the couple into the closet a few times during the game seven minutes in heaven at the parties they held at Yugi’s whenever grandpa went away. The lights were off again at Yugi’s, with Mr. Motou out at a convention for a three day weekend. Friday night, all the Yugi-tachi were paired with their usual or temporary partners, and exploring the hidden recesses of the room. Music played at a modest volume, covering the soft moans and grunts.

Eventually the couple started to experiment with groping touches, kisses beneath the collar, sneaking touches under their clothes, and dry humping. Malik was only human, and could only take so much pressure swelling up in his lions.

Sucking on her swelling mounds, while she teased the top most part of his penis with the hand she had slipped into his pants, Malik thought he had gone too far when she wanted to stop. His mind was blown when Shinza offered to suck him. Readily accepting, he found himself on the bottom where they had been laying.

Shinza had leaned over Malik unzipping his pants a bit further from their earlier explorations. Slipping them fully open and pushing them down just a bit, her warm lips slid over the taut flesh. Pursing her lips over the head, she began to suck on it, sliding her tongue around it.

Malik thought he’d died and gone to heaven, arching his hips up and groaning. It took him a few moments to realize his partner was bent over him with her tail end within reach. His hands slid beneath her short school skirt, caressing the back of her thigh until the thin panty material stopped him. He slipped his fingers under the soft fabric, gingerly skimming across her moistened folds before inserting one finger and then two.

Shinza moaned in appreciation, lifting her bottom a bit to give Malik easier access. Her own mouth now sliding lower over the spit soaked organ, grazing it ever so gently with her teeth. Malik whined, bucking just a bit, his free hand groping the rug beside him. He lifted his other arm up to pull her bottom over him. With her open skirt over his head, he had only to slide the wet material over and experimentally lap at the entrance.

It was Shinza’s turn to gasp. Taking a small reprieve to control her breath, she returned her efforts to pleasuring Malik. Holding the fleshy staff in her wet palm, she began to lick up and down the sides, using only the tip of her tongue. Malik wriggled beneath her, going mad with heat. His own tongue working furiously now to reach all the hidden most folds, circling them before laying sucking kisses over each protrusion. His two fingers still inside her, sliding deeply in and out.

Shinza cried out, sliding her mouth back over the length of the flesh and bobbing slowly up and down. Malik had to stop himself several times from bucking his hips up and choking her. It took every bit of control he had left to continue focusing on her. Slipping one of the saturated fingers out of her entrance, he rubbed it over her anus. His thumb instead shifted into her vagina, a thicker digit to provide more stimulation while he sucked over her top moist folds. Within a few seconds, he slid that wet digit into her anus, pumping both orifices at once while sucking long the most pronounced mounds.

Shinza found herself thrusting back and forth for the contact, confirming to Malik that he was doing something right. His conscious thought slipping away as the pressure in his pelvis welled up. Now only pumping her with his fingers and continuing his sucking motions across the all too sensitive flesh, His concentration fell on that warm, wet cavern, ever so snugly sliding up and down his shaft. He was so close he thought he’d lose it.

He slid his fingers out from her twin entrances, replacing his thumb with his tongue and sucking hard over the hole. The body convulsed above him, locking up, as a tangy secretion slid into his mouth. He swallowed it, proud that he had made her cum and continued to lap at the soft folds.

More determined than ever, Shinza composed herself and continued her up and down motions with her mouth, stroking the shaft her mouth would not reach. Malik cried out, arching up and exploding into her mouth. His partner seemed to have no problems swallowing his secretions, letting him ride out his orgasm in bliss.

When they were finished, they lay side by side kissing each other, with Malik sinking further into infatuation.

The pair were nearly always together after school and on weekends, making out and groping whenever possible. Malik affectionately attending to her at every gathering, knowing they would soon be practicing their decided sexual position with him feeling that needed release. And why not? They had both decided it the safest form of sex, one that they both desired and enjoyed.

It became an almost daily event so that the teen expected it, wanted it, needed it.

That was probably why he hadn’t wanted to believe Jou when the other blond told him he had spotted her with the new guy from America in school. Malik denied it at first, walking away in a huff after she didn’t show to meet him at the diner.

He had made it two blocks, walking briskly to calm himself when he spotted her. His face fell. Her back was pressed against the movie theatre wall by a tall brunette male who seemed to have his face attached to hers. The pair seemed completely unaware of the others in line around them, not wanting to watch the display.

Slowly, he found his appendages moving again, carrying him closer to the line. “Shinza,” he said softly in his thick Egyptian accent. When the brunette stood back, it was the disgusted looking Shinza, shaking her head at him and sighing. “It’s better you know now Malik. This is Justin, he’s from California. We met in school and just hit it off. I would have told you, I just didn’t get the chance.”

Justin looked down at the smaller male, “Hey man, no hard feelings. We just kinda hooked up.” Stepping closer to lean in, he continued. “If it hadn’t been me, it’d been someone else anyway.” He spoke the last quietly as if another guy should understand this type of situation.

Malik backed off, shaking in rage. He wanted to hit him for saying that, for stepping between them as if he had been too close to her, and for implying he would have lost Shinza anyway. Looking up at her impatient face, he wanted to hit her as well. He wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t give into his rage, give in to those darker feelings that emanated from his pain and anger; never again. Turning on his heel, he walked away.

Though the gang had missed the event, the scene hadn’t gone totally unnoticed at the only local theatre. A tall brunette who kept a smaller boy by his side has watched the event, only snorting as he bypassed the assembled line to enter. “Loser. He walked away from the title at Battle City and he walked away here.”

He wasn’t the only one to witness the scene. From the shaded entrance of a receding ally, a familiar wild haired male watched the blonds retreating back with amusement. Cackling, Bakura spoke into the shadows. “Yes partner, walk away. Wouldn’t want to lose control again, would you?”

The thief, like the pharaoh, was still around. Each with his own goals and addenda’s, and neither practicing openly. The confined thief had decided it best to lie low, allowing his reincarnation to perform his expected daily routines of school, homework, and the occasional rendezvous with the pharaoh’s crew.

Yami had decided it best to allow his light to live his life, knowing that soon they would be separated anyway. It was Yugi’s life, and the former incarnation wanted only for his lighter half to be happy. He watched as always from inside the puzzle, encouraging Yugi’s decision to welcome the reformed Egyptian and hoping he would not burn them again. That was probably why the blonds’ absence at the usual hang out hadn’t sat right with the spirit who felt his hosts concern over missing comrade.

It had been over two weeks that the Egyptian hadn’t showed up, though Isis explained he was not at home either. She sounded concerned and had hoped that Yugi might find out were her brother was. “he’s not himself pharaoh,” she explained. “He’s moody, reclusive, and sneaking out every night. I don‘t know where he goes or what he‘s doing, and I‘m worried he may be falling into the wrong crowd again.”

Yami had spoken up then, asserting himself with Yugi’s permission. “I will find out and ensure his safe return home,” he assured her, before hanging up.

Malik wanted to see them, he just wasn’t ready to face anyone yet. It still stung, bad. On top of the emptiness in his heart, the sexual tension was getting the better of him as well. So much so that he found himself on the outskirts of town, loitering outside of stores where he could convince adults to buy him liquor for extra cash.

The clubs didn’t help either, all those bodies packed together on the dance floor, gyrating against him. It was in one particular club that the intoxicated blond found himself being pressed against the restroom wall by an older guy. The other male had been groping him with taunting touches, and now held his erect cock in his large hand, pumping it. It must have been the alcohol, because Malik ceased to care who was touching him, only that he was being touched.

His eyes closed with an accompanying moan. His fluffy hair was pressed against the wall and pooling over his shoulders as his head lay back. He didn’t know when it had happened or how, but the older male had somehow managed to drop his pants and open his shirt. The brutes beefy fist was still palming Malik while his free hand pinched at the Egyptian’s dusky nipples.

There were no thoughts as to how far this would go, or what Malik would have to do in return, only that he was getting closer and he really wanted the release. It took him a while to register that the hand on his chest was now lifting his left leg up to hook it in crook of his elbow, as he stroked Malik’s anus. His attention had been to far lost on the other more consistent hand, the one still pumping his penis, to notice.

This was the image greeting the pharaoh when Yami finally found the boy. Of course Seto had walked over to see what could his nemesis be doing standing in the bathroom door and gawking. “Hey ass hat”, began the CEO who’s attention was quickly drawn to the sound of grunts and moans.

The other spirit who liked to roam the streets at night had followed the pharaoh into this seedy club and grinned devilishly when he spotted him with the high priest. Making his way behind the pair, he thought only malicious thoughts until he too stopped short to observe where the sounds were coming from. Dark eyes opened a bait wider with an elegant brow raised in surprise. “So, will this replace the television in the future?” he remarked sarcastically to the two gawking onlookers.

Malik heard none of it, lost in the heat of his impending orgasm. The large man whom he simply couldn’t place was fingering him now, bringing one and then two digits slowly, in and out of him.

Yami turned sharply, “I didn’t see any sparks coming out of your ass,“ he bit back. “You could do something you know. Wasn’t he your partner once?”

Seto just started in shock and disbelief. “I always knew there was something off about that guy,” he spoke to himself.

Snorting in disgust, The spirit of the ring replied, “And if I do something pharaoh, what then? Will you concede to giving me the millennium items? Perhaps agreeably curl up and die for me? Or maybe you and your priest could subjugate a few more alter boys? Malik here looks like a willing disciple.”

“Get him out of here. Return him safely home to his family and we’ll talk terms over something.”

Bakura cackled, “Too easy.”

Pushing past the other two, he simply pounded the mans shoulder from behind with a single digit. When the behemoth turned around the demon Bakura swiftly smacked into the mans head with his elbow. An unsettling crack could be heard as the giant dropped, leaving Malik to slump onto the floor, still panting.

Long porcelain fingers lifted the disoriented blonds’ chin. “Bak.. Bakura, what the fuck are you doing?” The slurring Egyptian sneered at his former partner who didn’t seem the type to exchange simple quips.

Enraged, the demon simply curled his vessels fingers into the back of the blonds’ long mane and pulled him into a brutal kiss. The demon loved to dominate the weak, especially those who clung to that spark of defiance using bravado as the blond always had.

The other hand deftly wrapped around the Egyptian’s still hardened penis, stroking it roughly, as he growled a mere few centimeters from the boy’s face. “You are going home brat. You will not return here or anywhere else unless I tell you to. Your ass belongs to me now, understand?” The demon’s eyes glowed crimson when he had leaned in to utter his commands, reminding Malik this was indeed a ancient spirit and not some simple street punk.

Yet the hand stroking him had him on the precipice of finishing as well, causing the boy’s normally argumentative nature to be much more compliant. “Unfortunately, this is neither the time or the place to break you.,“ huffed the white haired demon with seeming regret. A languid lap along the bronzed flesh of Malik’s long neck sent the teen over the edge, as he cried out with pleading mews. He nodded just before cumming in the demons hand.

“Ok Pharaoh, my end is met. Dress him and I’ll carry his ass home,” commanded the demon scathingly, who had not mentioned to who’s home he would carry the boy.

Yami nodded and begrudgingly stooped to help pull the inebriated boy’s pants on. After all, the thief had met his end of the bargain, this seemed the least he could do to calm a loyal follower like his former high priestess.

Seto merely continued to watch on with his arms crossed before him. “Nothing like sad porn,” he grumbled, finding himself miffed that the show was over. “Don’t ask me for a ride, I’m not doing it,” he finished, walking off as usual with an attitude.

Bakura downed someone’s drink and chuckled, “Can’t fool me priest. I see what lies in the hearts of men. You enjoyed the show, but make no mistake. The price for my service was the blond. He‘s my bitch now.”

Kaiba only snorted, “we’ll see,” as he left.

Yami had managed to dress the blond, calling Bakura inside to retrieve him. “I’m no pillar of physical strength and you know it,” he remarked dryly. “But you can’t OWN him. He may be in your service, for your distorted interests because of his own folly, but he hasn’t offered you his soul.”

The cocky thief merely tsk‘ed, “Not yet pharaoh, not yet.”