Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Fear ❯ The Fear - V ( Chapter 5 )

~The Fear~

 

By: Aerys Krystie.

 

A/N: No Bakura x Yami in this one, so I'm gonna go with my next favorite pairing.

 

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Bakura looked up when the ball hit the side of his head. He looked around, seeing a group of girls giggle. His posture went rigid, his eyes darkened. How he hated Phys. Ed. Most of the time, he was forced to wear dorky shorts, and a shirt that was too big for him. He liked his tight jeans, and loose shirts.

 

Bakura made his way over to the group of girls, only to have Ryou block his path. He wasn't going to hurt those idiots much. Just kill them. There is a difference, according to Marik anyway. He looked down at the lighter half of himself, raising an eyebrow.

 

Ryou copied him, raising an eyebrow, staring into his eyes. Bakura just knew Ryou knew what he was planning to do. He couldn't afford to be suspended again. He was getting sick of this. Every time he wanted to have some fun, his common sense would get the better of him.

 

He growled at Ryou, but walked away from the girls, who were probably thinking of new rumors to send around. If they said anything about Ryou, he would kill them. They could say whatever they liked about him, but when it came to Ryou, well, Bakura tried to make his high school years as painless as possible. There was only so much he could do anyway.

 

He went over to Malik and Marik, who were looking as though they were about to start making out. They were uncomfortable, and kept shifting. Bakura stared at them like they were sane. There really was something wrong with them.

 

`Should I ask?' Bakura looked them up and down, seeing their erections.

 

`Well, you know how Malik has forced me into taking vitamins and minerals? Well, the idiot mixed up our vitamin B with Viagra. And because of that, we're forced to walk around with a fucking hard on, because he can't read.' Marik shot Malik a death glare.

 

`You were the one who crossed out the word Viagra with a marker. Don't blame me. All I saw was the V, and I couldn't find the Vitamin B bottle, so I thought that was it. You could have said something!' Malik crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.

 

`Oh, fuck me,' Bakura muttered.

 

`Okay!' Marik's eyes shone with lust and need.

 

`No.' Bakura shook his head, walking away. He caught the ball the girls threw at him again. He looked at it, and then threw it back at them, hitting one in the face. `Oh, crap! I am so sorry!'

 

The girl held her hands over her nose, blood leaking out from between the fingers. She stared at Bakura, like she couldn't believe he had done something like that.

 

`It was an accident. How was I meant to know your reflexes blow?' Bakura asked with a casual shrug of the shoulders as the teacher waited for an explanation.

 

`Bakura, we have told you time and time again that you can't be so rough with the girls. They may be like one of the boys, but their bodies just aren't as strong as ours. I'm giving you detention.' As the teacher walked away, Bakura swore he saw red.

 

`Bakura!' Ryou called, waving him over to them as they headed towards the shower/locker room.

 

With narrowed eyes, Bakura joined the rest. He showered, dressing in the lame uniform before he grabbed his bag, going back down into the gymnasium for his detention. He was going to take great pleasure in extracting each and every one of those teachers from this world.

 

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Bakura sighed. He was bored beyond all reason. He had done his homework while in detention. Except math, but that was easy. He saved that for when he got home. Algebra was one of his favorite subjects, only because he kicked everyone else's butt at it.

 

He glanced at the clock on the mantle, when the doorbell chimed. Yami wasn't to arrive for another hour. He got off the sofa, going to the door, opening it. He blinked his eyes.

 

`What the fuck are you doing here? I don't remember inviting you over.'

 

Yugi smiled. `Actually, Yami asked me to tell you he won't be able to make your date. He's been vomiting since he got home from school.'

 

Bakura raised an eyebrow. `Haven't you heard of something called a fucking phone? Honestly. If I know about them, surely you must.'

 

`Yeah, I do. I, um, also wanted to ask you something - '

 

`I don't care what you want to ask me, Yugi, I'm busy at the moment. Also, I have more important things than listen to you stutter out if I could fuck you, which I won't. Go home.' Bakura closed the door in Yugi's face, not wanting to deal with him at the moment.

 

He sighed. This night just turned boring suddenly. He glanced at the white cordless phone on the coffee table. With a sigh, he picked it up, dialing Marik's cell phone. After the eighth ring, he was about to hang up when Marik answered.

 

`You have got the worst timing ever, Bakura. What the fuck could be so important that you would disrupt my time alone with my hand, and my favorite porno?'

 

`Okay, to begin with: too much information! Secondly, when you're finished jacking off, come by. I got a better way of taking your hard on away.' Bakura smirked at the groan from Marik.

 

`I'll be over in ten.'

 

Bakura ended the call. So he wouldn't be able to do Yami, but Marik was just as good. He knew how to be rough. Actually, that's all their sex was; brutality. Marik had a habit of sexually torturing his partner, he loved hearing them beg.

 

Not that Bakura ever begged. He would refuse to do that for someone like Marik. If Marik wanted someone to beg for him, he could just use Malik or Yugi. Bakura shuddered at the fact of sleeping with Yugi. Sure, he was cute, but Bakura didn't do “cute”, he did hot, handsome, not cute.

 

This was probably also why he hadn't slept with Ryou yet. He was adorable, and most likely had all the qualities that Bakura wanted, but it was his looks that turned Bakura off him. Ryou did offer himself to him, though. Bakura had to turn him down.

 

Bakura's train of thought was cut short when the front door opened. He didn't bother to see if it were a robber; it wasn't. Marik was the only one with balls to just waltz in like he owned the house. Ryou had almost thrown several knives at him for that, much to his and Bakura's amusement.

 

Bakura glanced up when he heard Marik enter the living room. He stood from the sofa, motioning to the stairs with a toss of his head. He walked up to his room, Marik close behind, enough for Bakura to feel his body heat and the erection he was sporting.

 

No sooner had the door closed was Marik, literally, tearing Bakura's clothes off. He threw the white haired male onto the bed, crawling on top of him, tearing his jeans down, and discarding them to the side somewhere. He saw the confused look in Bakura's eyes and shrugged.

 

`I'm too horny to bother with anything else. Just let me fuck you until we're both unconscious, `kay?'

 

Bakura inclined his head, watching as Marik removed his own clothing, with a little more care than he had done to Bakura's. He spread his legs when Marik was nude. He knew that Marik was going to bother with lubricant. When it came to Marik he wasn't one to do all the pleasantries. He went after what he wanted not caring about what damage was caused.

 

Bakura closed his eyes, his head tilting into the pillow a little as Marik entered him in one swift movement. He kept his eyes closed as Marik continued to penetrate him with a force. He knew he had been torn; his blood was the only lubricant they used. On occasion Marik may use saliva.

 

Bakura's eyes opened as Marik hit his prostate again and again. His own erection twitched, wanting attention. Bakura ignored it. He had forgotten how good this felt and he was determine to make it last as long as possible.

 

`You've gotten tight, Bakura,' Marik panted, the thrusting of his hips getting more violent.

 

`You stopped fucking me, remember?'

 

`Shut up and moan, bitch.'

 

Bakura grunted. He didn't moan for anyone, except Yami, and that was only because it felt better than being completely fucked. A hand gripped the covers as the other went to his erection. He knew that if he didn't come before Marik, he wouldn't come at all.

 

Bakura stared into Marik's eyes as his hand moved in time with Marik's hips. It was a little test they had. Whoever closed their eyes during their orgasm was tortured. Though Bakura and Marik hadn't done anything for the last three months, some things just never changed.

 

Bakura's eyes twitched as he released himself onto his stomach, hand and Marik's abdomen. They continued to twitch until Bakura forced himself to relax, only to have Marik release a load into his behind. He grunted, his eyes never leaving Bakura's.

 

Bakura sighed, pushing Marik away. That wasn't as fulfilling as it use to be. Maybe Marik was losing his touch. He held his hand out when he was tapped on the shoulder. He took the offered cigarette, going to the double doors and opening them. A strong, cold wind was blowing.

 

`You didn't enjoy that, did you? You're fucking someone.' Marik watched Bakura from the bed; he seemed to be in his own world lately.

 

`Hmm? Oh, yeah. I've been doing the Pharaoh. Since you and Kaiba have been fuck-buddies, I grew bored.' Bakura smirked to himself. He had been thinking of telling Yami about Kaiba and Marik, but thought it would best if he found out on his own. Which he hoped was soon.

 

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End Chapter V.

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