Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Reunited ❯ Desperate Lust ( Chapter 5 )

WARNING: BAKURA X MARIK LEMON! YAOI! LANGUAGE!

Desperate Lust

Bakura pulled Marik into the bedroom. The door closed and Bakura pressed himself against Marik, bringing him into a deep passionate kiss.

Marik unbuttoned Bakura's shirt quickly, and ran his hands over Bakura's bare chest.

"Itemri……"

Bakura pulled away and lifted Marik's shirt over his head. "Ishtar…..gods, baby, I've missed you so much!"

Marik grinned, his canines sharp and glistening. "Itemri, I've waited five thousand years to find you. I've searched through time and the Shadow Realm. I…" Marik closed his eyes and a tear fell. "I've tried so hard to find you, Bakura. I finally have you here."

Marik's fingertips brushed against Bakura's face.

"Ishtar….I haven't made love to you in five thousand years. Please, I need you."

Marik took Bakura and backed him into the bed. Bakura removed his own shirt and soon both yamis were tugging desperately at their clothes.

"Modern fucking clothes…..It was so much easier in ancient Egypt to undress," Bakura commented.

Marik snarled. "Damn belt," he snarled as he wrestled with the belt.

Bakura quickly unbuttoned Marik's jeans and pulled them down.

He kneeled down and took Marik's semi-erect member in his mouth.

Marik's fingers plunged into the spiky white hair, gripping it, and moaning.

It had been five thousand years since he had felt the tongue of his lover on him.

Marik's legs became weak and he laid back on the bed. Bakura quickly removed his jeans and peeled away the last of their clothing.

Bakura kneeled by the side of the bed and looked down at Marik on his back.

Five thousand years had passed since they have touched each other.

Five thousand years since they have seen each other.

Bakura's hands ran over Marik's chest and stomach. "Ishtar…..it's been so long since I've seen you like this."

Marik looked down at him. "Bakura…..I've missed you, baby. Please."

Bakura looked down at Marik's arousal and licked his lips. He slowly lowered his head around Marik's length, absorbing him into his hot cavern.

Marik moaned loudly, unable to keep from vocalizing his pleasure.

"Bakura….harder, baby," Marik begged.

The white-haired yami siphoned off of his lover's body, swallowing with greed the translucent liquid seeping from the slit.

Bakura's finger traced the globes of his former lover and lower to Marik's entrance.

Marik breathed in through clenched teeth as Bakura teased him.

"Bakura…..you're still a tease, I see."

Bakura grinned. "The past five thousand years haven't changed you, Ishtar. You're still as sexy as ever."

Marik sat up and pulled Bakura into a kiss. "You talk too much, Bakura. I need you, baby."

Bakura looked around. "I don't have anything to make it easier….hold on."

Bakura stood up and ran to the bathroom where he grabbed some conditioner.

Marik looked up. "Shampoo?"

"It's conditioner. It's the best I could do."

Bakura kneeled between his lover's legs and swallowed around his lover's arousal.

Marik moaned as the moist heat surrounded him. Tears flowed down his face as a wave of emotions flowed through him.

He missed Bakura.

He needed Bakura.

He was lost without Bakura.

After five thousand years, he finally had Bakura back.

He felt Bakura's conditioned finger stroke his tight channel, stretch his inner self to make their lovemaking more comfortable.

Marik buried his fingers in the strands of soft, white hair. Marik rose his hips into the welcoming warmth.

A growl came from Marik as he desperately moved back into the intruding digit.

"Bakura, please! I need you! Now!"

Bakura stood up and Marik moved onto the bed completely. Bakura pounced on Marik, making the bed rock and creak.

He positioned himself at Marik's entrance and plunged deeply into his lover.

Marik clutched onto Bakura's shoulders tightly with a force that threatened to make him bleed. Five thousand years without being taken had taken its toll.

Bakura growled and panted heavily as his arousal was gripped by the sudden heat of Marik's body.

"You okay, Itemri?"

Bakura nodded. "Yeah….give me a moment."

Bakura shifted and gave a moan of pleasure as he buried himself deep as he could into the other yami.

"Bakura, I've waited five thousand years to make love to you."

Bakura stroked Marik's face. "I've missed you so much, Ishtar. I was lonely in Yami's dungeon without you. But, I'm glad you didn't have to live the horrors that I was forced to live."

A tear fell down Marik's eye. "I'm sorry I had to leave you, Bakura. I didn't know that Yami and Anubis captured you and let you live."

Bakura shook his head. "What I lived was no life, Ishtar. Yami and Anubis….they…"

Marik put a finger on Bakura's lips. "It's over. Done. You are with me now, Itemri. I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Bakura hungrily kissed Marik's lips, tasting his lover.

Bakura moved in Marik's body, each time plunging deeper into the hot channel.

Both of the yamis growled and grunted as they thrust against each other with desperate lust.

Bakura buried himself deeply in Marik, pushing against his prostate with every thrust.

The blond yami gripped onto Bakura tightly, sinking his fingernails into Bakura's back. Red blood started to crawl down Bakura's body.

The scent of the blood increased the intensity of Bakura's thrusts. His hair spiked and twitched, his canines grew and a threatening growl came from him.

He snarled, sunk his teeth into the side of Marik's neck, and pounded into his body with wild abandon.

The blond yami clenched his teeth against the pleasurable pain.

The entire bed rocked with their vicious thrusts and screams of ecstasy.

"Come for me, Marik! Come for me, Ishtar! Just like you used to!"

Marik's body shuddered and he arched his back.

"That's it! Come for me or I'll pound into you all night!"

Marik snickered. "You say that as if it's a bad thing!"

Bakura growled. "Wise ass!"

Bakura continued his motions as Marik's body gave another shudder.

"Come for me, Ishtar!"

Marik let out a scream, releasing between them. Bakura growled as he released deeply into his former lover.

Bakura fell limp on Marik, both of them panting heavily.

"Holy Shit….intense…."

Marik held Bakura close. "It's never been like that before."

"I don't know. I smelled blood……..something snapped inside of me…..Did I hurt you?"

"Hurt me? HURT ME? Bakura, that was the most intense that we've ever been! I enjoyed it."

Bakura took a deep breath. "When Ryou bleeds, it doesn't affect me the same way."

Marik shrugged. "I don't know. I've never taken my Light. Not yet, anyway. I'm waiting for the right time."

Bakura grinned. "It's always the right time with Ryou. I don't care where he is or what he is doing. If I want to fuck, he has to be available if he wants it or not."

Marik chuckled. "Hmm…..well, maybe I should take my Light for a 'test drive.' It's high time I put that sniveling little weakling to good use."

Bakura grinned. "Well, Ishtar, if you ever wanted to …….'borrow' Ryou, I'll let you do so. For a price of course, though. I have to make a living."

Marik bit his lip and thought. "Doesn't sound like a bad idea. Is he good?"

Bakura laughed. "Once you get him dominated, he's all good. It doesn't take much, though."

Marik nodded. "Maybe I'll take you up on your offer."

Bakura removed himself from Marik, his entire body still slightly shaking from their vigorous lovemaking. "Think about it, won't you?"

Marik sat up. "Itemri? Do you think we could……be together like we used to be?"

Bakura put on his shirt. "I would like to, Marik. But, we have our Hikaris. We can never be really free with them near us. We are bound to them."

"But we don't really need them to be together, do we?"

Bakura growled. "Ryou is so fucking weak! If he wasn't around, I would say that we could be together like we used to. He's nothing but a chain around my neck!"

Marik growled. "Malik is so pathetic! If we were mortal we could be together, but NO! We have to be bonded to our Items!"

"That fucking bites."

Marik lowered his head. "If we were mortal, we could continue our relationship where it left off. But we can't! We're nothing but spirits!"

Bakura punched the wall angrily. "I wish Yami never brought me back from the grave and sealed me in this Ra-damned Ring! We could be together in the Underworld, but no! That Pharaoh had to ruin our lives and our afterlife!"

Marik stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. "Well, I still want to be with you, even though we are bound to our Items and our Hikaris."

Bakura pulled up his pants. "Yes. I still want to be with you, too. At least you can take a good pounding! Ryou's a pussy."

Marik pulled up his jeans and buttoned them. "We can't allow our Lights to walk all over us. It's our job to make them stronger people. That is our purpose."

Bakura narrowed his eyes. "Ryou needs a Ra-Damned spine. I'm trying to make him grow one, but he is taking forever."

"Don't worry. He'll grow it, but he needs you to help him."

"To hell with that. Do I look like his mother? I'll teach him to be strong the same way the alleys and dark streets of Cairo taught me how to be strong when I was four."

Marik smoothed back his blond spiky hair. "It's up to us to make our hikaris stronger people."

Bakura snorted in disgust. "Ryou's just my fuck-toy. Nothing more."

Marik nodded. "Malik submits to me so easily. There is no challenge. One of these days, I would like him to fight me back, but we won't."

Bakura clenched his teeth. "If Ryou ever did that, he'd regret it…and he knows it."

Marik approached Bakura and kissed him on the cheek. "There's nothing saying we can't do our thing while they are preoccupied, though."

Bakura grinned. "Sounds great to me, Ishtar."

"Love you, Itemri. Gods, how I missed you!"

"Missed you, too, Ishtar. Now we should go downstairs to see what the bitches are up to."

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Ryou sighed as he and Malik closed their textbooks. They heaved a sigh of relief.

"Well, that should do it, Malik," Ryou yawned.

Malik nodded. "That's going to be a kick-ass report!"

"Why didn't Shakespeare make this easy? Why couldn't he just say what he was thinking instead of using all of these metaphors?"

Malik shook his head. "English isn't my first language. It's really hard."

"You're doing fine, Malik. You just have to trust in yourself and take your time."

They heard banging upstairs and the grunts of passion.

"Must they be so loud? Malik, do you want a cup of tea?"

"Sure."

"I've got Chai and Orange Pekoe."

Malik bit his lip. "Orange Pekoe."

Ryou boiled some tea and sat with Malik. Above them, the creaking of the bed was heard along with angry growls and groans.

"So, Malik, where did you get your Rod?"

Malik gripped the golden object tightly. "My family has protected Pharaoh Yami's tomb for thousands of years. It was in that tomb. I started to play with it and it glowed. Marik, my yami, was summoned from the Rod as I was getting…the tombkeeper's initation."

Ryou stirred his tea. "'Tombkeeper's Initiation?' What's that?"

Malik turned and lifted the back of his shirt. "These are the ancient scriptures. My father carved them into my back when I was ten."

Ryou shook his head. "I'm so sorry!"

/Come for me, Ishtar!/ sounded from upstairs.

Ryou sighed. "I do hope that they don't break my mother's bed!"

Malik's bottom lip trembled. "I'm sorry, Ryou. Marik can be….destructive."

"So can Bakura."

Malik and Ryou stared each other in the eye for a moment as the creaking stopped upstairs.

"Where did you get your Ring?"

"My father gave it to me as a birthday present. I never wish I got this stupid Ring! It's been nothing but bad luck."

Malik and Ryou sighed. Both of them were slaves to their Items. Trying to abandon the Items never worked. Their Items always found their way back to their owners.

Marik and Bakura returned downstairs.

"Are you two bitches done yakking?" Bakura asked angrily.

Malik looked up at Marik. "I haven't even had my tea yet. Can I finish my tea first before we---."

Marik growled and slapped Malik off of the chair. "It's time to go."

Malik held his cheek as he struggled off of the floor. "Sorry, Marik!"

Ryou ran to Malik and checked the bruise on his cheek. The two boys looked up at their glaring yamis.

Bakura narrowed his eyes. "Ryou, did you incite Malik to do this?"

"No, sir! I didn't!"

Marik growled. "Now I KNOW you need to be put in your place, Malik Ishtar! Get your ass up now!"

Malik stood up slowly. "Sorry!"

Marik grabbed Malik's hair. "You don't know the meaning of sorry yet!"

Marik dragged Malik out of the house.

Bakura glared at Ryou. Before Ryou could blink, Bakura had punched him in the face. "Get your ass upstairs before I lose my temper."

Ryou walked past Bakura and the yami elbowed him in the back of the head, sending him to the floor.

Bakura kicked Ryou in the side. "Go on!"

The hikari struggled to his feet. "Sorry, Master!"

Bakura grabbed Ryou's hair and dragged him up the stairs. "Get going!"

Bakura dragged Ryou up the stairs. "If it wasn't for your worthless existence, I could be with Ishtar! If it wasn't for that pharaoh, I would be able to be with Marik!"

Ryou sobbed. "I'm sorry!"

"Not yet, Ryou, but you will be!" the yami roared angrily.