Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Transmutation ❯ Part 1: Transaction ( Chapter 1 )
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By: tsutsuji 
Yami Bakura decides Malik needs a little distraction.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.14.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Yami Bakura decides Malik needs a little distraction.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.14.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Title: Transmutation, or, The Education of Malik Ishtar!
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yugioh!
Type: PWP, sexual adventure. Hentai & yaoi: m/f, m/m.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: het and yaoi, m/f and m/m sex. PRO-ANZU! Bashers begone!
Pairings: let's see... Bakura/Anzu/Malik/Ryou, sort of.
Original characters: no
Status: Work in progress.
Spoilers: none. Takes place during Battle Ship story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Bakura and Malik pass the time before going to confront Yami Malik on the Battle Ship. Two bodies, four spirits... one whacked lemon scene!
Notes: I just had to do this.
***
Part One
Ryou woke up first and immediately wished he hadn't. Every part of his body hurt, and even the dim light in the unfamiliar bedroom hurt his eyes. His arm was particularly sore, and he was particularly annoyed about that. He still could not for the life of him understand what had inspired his yami to stab him(self) in the arm. It was supposedly done to impress Malik, or to seal their deal, or something... or maybe it was just to prove which one of them was more insane. All it had accomplished, as far as he could tell, was getting him two long rests in bed.
He stared at the ceiling for a moment, listening to the hum of the Battle Ship's engines as he tried to piece together his fractured memories of recent events. He wondered what time it was. And what had woken him up, anyway? Where was Bakura? The spirit's voice in his head was unusually quiet.
Suddenly Anzu's face appeared above him.
"It's about time you woke up," she said. But her voice sounded odd.
/That's not Anzu,/ Yami Bakura thought in surprise, with a touch of amusement thrown in. /It's Malik. He must have used that Millennium Rod on her. I wonder why?/
Ryou did not feel friendly toward Malik, who had yanked him and his yami around several times already. He was quite used to Bakura's manipulation, but he'd started to feel like he'd acquired a second yami. However, it seemed that Malik no longer had the foothold in his mind and body that Bakura had given him earlier, so that was a good thing.
/You're not going to let him take over my body again, are you?/ he asked anxiously.
He thought Yami Bakura frowned mentally at the question.
/I think not,/he said. /But I do want to know what's driven him to take refuge in Anzu's body. It seems we've missed something important while we were unconscious. I'll speak to him. Don't worry, my host, I'm fully in control again. I won't let him gain such control of us again, Rod or no Rod!/
Ryou agreed reluctantly, not that he could have fought Bakura off in his present weary state if he'd wanted to. Although, as he slipped backward into semi-consciousness, he had the feeling that Bakura was nearly as weary as he was.
As he sat up, Bakura realized the Ring was on his pillow by his head, not on its cord around his neck as it should be. He snatched it up and put it on quickly.
"What are you doing with my Millennium Ring?" he snapped. "And why the sex change?"
Through Anzu's eyes, Malik glared at him. "I had no choice. My evil, darker side has completely taken over my body. Only Rishid's presence kept him at bay, as I now realize, and Rishid was knocked out in his duel with Jonouchi. I had a mental link with Anzu that I established much earlier, shortly after I made my arrangement with you. I also had a similar link with Jonouchi, but little Yugi was able to destroy that. Now, my connection to Anzu's mind is my only way to act in the real world. That, and my remaining connection to you, even though you have all but destroyed that as well."
Bakura glared back at him. "You took too much advantage of that connection. I'm still very displeased with you for that trick you pulled, putting my host and myself at risk."
"And I'm still not pleased that you lost the duel in spite of my help. But I'm willing to set that aside for now. We have to work together to defeat my darker self."
Bakura snorted. "Why should I help you any longer?"
"Because he also controls the Millennium Rod, as well as my body. You are still interested in collecting the seven Items, aren't you? If you help me get my body back, I promise you'll have the Rod as your reward. Besides, you may not realize it, but if it weren't for me, you would have been separated from your host after you lost that duel. Fortunately they entrusted Anzu with the Ring, which meant I was able to return it to you."
Bakura felt Ryou's squeak of alarm at the news that he'd almost lost the Ring again. He looked down and fingered the Ring, noting the subtle changes in its energy; Malik wasn't lying; he could tell it had indeed been handled by others, and he now realized there was a blank space of time when he had not been connected to Ryou.
"Without the Ring, your host is cut off from you, isn't he? So you would have had a difficult time continuing your quest for the other Items if I hadn't returned it. A gesture of good faith, if you will."
"Not entirely cut off," he muttered. The bond between himself and his host went beyond Ryou's mere possession of the Ring, but Malik didn't need to know the details of that. Bakura frowned at him. It was difficult to read Malik's expression on Anzu's face, but "good faith" didn't exactly seem to describe it. He'd learned to be much more wary of the Egyptian's schemes.
"Very well, what is your plan?" Bakura said. He decided to help Malik not so much because of anything Malik had said as out of curiosity. He wanted to see what Malik's darker side was like, for one thing. The regular one was irritating enough, after all.
The plan was simple: use the Millennium Ring to force Malik's spirit back into his own body, and force the darker side out - trapping him in some other inanimate object, if necessary, or merely sending him to the Shadow Realm. Bakura smiled at this idea.
"I should have realized you'd be aware of the particular powers of the Ring," he said. He was, of course, completely confident that he could send Malik's spirit from Anzu's body into his own with no trouble.
"Don't underestimate the strength of my darker half's will," Malik warned. "He sent Mai's mind to the Shadow Realm already."
This didn't bother Bakura, although Ryou, overhearing it, was quite distressed. As much as his host disliked Malik, he now urged Bakura to help him get rid of this even worse version, before any more of his friends got sent to the Shadow Realm.
Ryou's nagging, along with his desire for the Millennium Items and plain old curiosity, combined with the realization that he had nothing better to do anyway. So Bakura got up out of bed and got ready to go in search of Yami no Malik, accompanied by Malik in Anzu's body.
But they didn't get far. Bakura opened the door a crack and peered out. The corridor was fully lit and it wasn't empty. It was still only a short time after "light's out" had been called, and Kaiba's underlings were keeping watch on the corridors to make sure the contestants and guests didn't go snooping around the ship in the night. Besides that, as he listened carefully, he could hear voices from the other rooms; Jonouchi and Honda and Otogi were talking loudly. Worst of all, he could sense Yugi's other self not far away. If he used the Ring, it was possible the former Pharaoh would know what they were up to and, naturally, would interfere.
"We'll have to wait until they've all settled down a bit," he said as he ducked back inside and closed the door. Anzu's face showed Malik's frustration.
"We don't have all night! My darker self grows stronger for every minute he spends in my body. And I fear he may attack Rishid as well."
Bakura understood his concern but his thieving instincts wouldn't allow him to take any chances. Malik admitted that Anzu had been allowed through the corridor only because Malik had her say she was going to keep watch over her injured friend. Kaiba's guards would never allow them to go out wandering around the ship together, no matter what excuse they gave. And it was probably better that they sneak up on Yami no Malik before he had a chance to put up a defense with the Rod.
"We'll just have to wait until the guards think everyone is asleep; hopefully, there will be fewer of them then, and we can sneak past them."
Malik's scowl on Anzu's normally cheerful face was amusing. And looking at her gave him an idea.
"We'll have to do something to pass the time and keep your mind off your problems," he said with a smile.
Malik scowled at him. "What are you talking about?" he said.
Bakura took Anzu's hand. Malik flinched but was too surprised to pull away as Bakura led her back to the bed. He sat down, pulling her down with him.
"Anzu has a nice body," Bakura said. "Even if my host is oblivious to attractive females, I am not," he added. "I've never had a female host. What does it feel like to be inside a woman's body, Malik?"
Malik gaped at him. For a brief moment, he thought he saw the control waver, and a little bit of Anzu's own consciousness peek out at him from her eyes, but he couldn't be sure.
"I must say," he continued, placing a finger to her chin, "the combination of her physical form and your personality is quite intriguing."
"What?" Malik sputtered, not sure whether to be indignant, alarmed -- or interested. Bakura knew well enough how attractive Ryou's body was to many people, and he had an inkling that Malik was one of those people, although so far he'd been much too preoccupied with his own mission to act on that attraction.
Ryou also squawked /what?/ in Bakura's mind as he caught Bakura's thoughts.
Bakura just smiled. He leaned in closer to Malik, who was starting to glare at him again. Anzu's body made a motion toward jumping up from the bed, but Bakura pushed it back. She sprawled backward, raised up on her elbows, glaring at him. But Malik didn't move away as he leaned in to place his finger under her chin and lift it. Her eyes gleamed strangely with Malik's confusion. Malik brought one hand up to grab Bakura's wrist, but had no leverage to pull it away.
"She's a dancer, I believe? Ryou has heard them talk of this. Can you feel that in her? She has more strength in her limbs than one might think to look at her, isn't that true?" he asked Malik. "And a bit of grace, I think. It might not feel so strange for you in her body as in some others, except of course for the obvious differences, such as the generous curves... Tell me, Malik, how does her body feel from the inside?"
Malik's eyes widened in Anzu's face as Bakura's finger dropped her chin to trail down her neck and chest. Malik glanced down for a second but then kept his gaze on Bakura's face as the finger trailed over her blouse, across the peak of a breast. It dipped lower, ran sideways across her torso, as Bakura felt the taught muscles there, and then flowed up again, onto the other mound, and began to circle a nipple.
Malik scowled, watching Bakura's roving finger. Anzu's strength didn't' seem to be enough to stop it, at least not in this awkward position, halfway onto her back. And the sensation was surprisingly pleasant, as the trailing fingertip seemed to set up a ripple in her skin, though it was only a light touch through fabric. He knew Bakura was watching Anzu's face, looking for Malik's reaction, but he tried not to let any reaction show, especially when the fingertip started to flick back and forth over her nipple.
But Anzu's body was not so completely under Malik's control that it could be prevented from its natural responses. Bakura's glanced down, and the corners of his mouth quirked up as the hardening nipple poked against the fabric of Anzu's blouse.
From his angle, Malik watched it as well, fascinated. What was even more interesting was the answering response lower in her body. He recognized the tingle, the slight pulsing, as arousal, even though it was not arousal in quite the way he was used to feeling it. Normally that feeling meant that something else would be swelling, not just a mere nipple. But instead of that familiar feeling of increasing fullness and heaviness, he felt a sort of melting sensation, diffuse but definite.
"You have a rare opportunity, Malik," Bakura continued, his voice gone low and sultry. "The chance to learn exactly what gives a woman's body pleasure. Of course, perhaps you already know all you need to know from your own experience of women?" he asked mockingly.
Malik glared at him. Of course he didn't. His experience of women was severely limited. He'd hardly given himself the opportunity to think about them, and his sheltered life had not exactly put many of them in his path. An arranged marriage was one of the many perks of being a Tombkeeper after all, and his father had never quite gotten around to arranging his.
Bakura laughed softly at his expression. "I thought so. Have you even learned the pleasure of your own body, I wonder?"
"I learned of that long ago," Malik snapped, for some reason eager to prove that he was not completely backward in the ways of the world, in Bakura's eyes.
"Then tell me, does this feel very different? Or is it much the same?"
"I... it's..." Malik stuttered, distracted as Bakura's fingers began to tweak the hardened nipple. Anzu's body was surprisingly sensitive to Bakura's touches. And now that Bakura had managed to bring to mind his few past sexual experiences he couldn't help but compare sensations, thinking of things he'd hardly bothered to notice in his own body on those solo occasions - the little shocks traveling through his skin, the rising heat, the change in his breathing. Anzu's body was responding in much the same way, to his surprise.
Bakura's hand toyed with her nipple for a moment longer, as Malik's breath quickened. Then Bakura slipped his hand up to her bare neck again, and Malik barely managed not to gasp a little as his deft fingers undid the top two buttons of her blouse and slipped inside. But he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through her body when the touch slipped under her bra to the sheltered flesh of her breast.
Once, Malik remembered, when he'd come half awake from a forgotten dream to find himself already fully erect, he'd reached down to stroke himself with one hand while the other roamed over his chest, palming each nipple in turn. He'd still been half asleep and he wasn't sure what had inspired him to touch himself in this way, but it felt good enough and seemed to help him reach his quick orgasm. But that was almost nothing compared to the way Anzu's breasts felt with Bakura's bare hand touching them like this.
But it was all very confusing. Malik still held her body propped up on one elbow, reluctant to fall back any further, but her body was sending his brain other signals, and he had to fight the urge to lie back, wide open to Bakura's touch. His own familiar feelings of arousal were simple and focused in his erection, while in her body, the sensations were more diffuse, the tingling and heat and liquid feeling growing between her legs and spreading outward.
"I don't think I like this," he managed to say through clenched teeth, making a feeble effort to sit up. Bakura held him there with a small push.
"Don't bother to lie, Malik," he said. "It's been a very long time since I had sex with a woman, I'll admit, but I remember the signs of pleasure well enough, and you're showing all of them, despite your best efforts at control. Why don't you just enjoy yourself? Besides, if this makes you a little uncomfortable, consider it my payback for the way you tried to control me and my host. And you caused my host's body a lot of unnecessary pain, so I think you own him some pleasure as well."
Bakura leaned back and shifted position. With one hand still cupping her breast under her bra and blouse, he reached down with his other to adjust jeans which seemed to have grown a little tighter than they already were. He left his hand there, running his thumb up and down the clearly visible ridge that was swelling beneath the denim.
Watching this, Malik felt a strange sensation pass through him - a double wave of arousal, as his own memory called up the familiar sensation of a swelling erection, of the pressure growing inside clothing - a surprisingly pleasant sensation to a point, as he'd found. But at the same time, he felt something else in response to Bakura's action, a flash of warmth in Anzu's lower body, and a surge of mixed emotions that were not entirely his own.
Anzu, meanwhile, was in a dream...
***
To be continued!
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yugioh!
Type: PWP, sexual adventure. Hentai & yaoi: m/f, m/m.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: het and yaoi, m/f and m/m sex. PRO-ANZU! Bashers begone!
Pairings: let's see... Bakura/Anzu/Malik/Ryou, sort of.
Original characters: no
Status: Work in progress.
Spoilers: none. Takes place during Battle Ship story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Bakura and Malik pass the time before going to confront Yami Malik on the Battle Ship. Two bodies, four spirits... one whacked lemon scene!
Notes: I just had to do this.
***
Part One
Ryou woke up first and immediately wished he hadn't. Every part of his body hurt, and even the dim light in the unfamiliar bedroom hurt his eyes. His arm was particularly sore, and he was particularly annoyed about that. He still could not for the life of him understand what had inspired his yami to stab him(self) in the arm. It was supposedly done to impress Malik, or to seal their deal, or something... or maybe it was just to prove which one of them was more insane. All it had accomplished, as far as he could tell, was getting him two long rests in bed.
He stared at the ceiling for a moment, listening to the hum of the Battle Ship's engines as he tried to piece together his fractured memories of recent events. He wondered what time it was. And what had woken him up, anyway? Where was Bakura? The spirit's voice in his head was unusually quiet.
Suddenly Anzu's face appeared above him.
"It's about time you woke up," she said. But her voice sounded odd.
/That's not Anzu,/ Yami Bakura thought in surprise, with a touch of amusement thrown in. /It's Malik. He must have used that Millennium Rod on her. I wonder why?/
Ryou did not feel friendly toward Malik, who had yanked him and his yami around several times already. He was quite used to Bakura's manipulation, but he'd started to feel like he'd acquired a second yami. However, it seemed that Malik no longer had the foothold in his mind and body that Bakura had given him earlier, so that was a good thing.
/You're not going to let him take over my body again, are you?/ he asked anxiously.
He thought Yami Bakura frowned mentally at the question.
/I think not,/he said. /But I do want to know what's driven him to take refuge in Anzu's body. It seems we've missed something important while we were unconscious. I'll speak to him. Don't worry, my host, I'm fully in control again. I won't let him gain such control of us again, Rod or no Rod!/
Ryou agreed reluctantly, not that he could have fought Bakura off in his present weary state if he'd wanted to. Although, as he slipped backward into semi-consciousness, he had the feeling that Bakura was nearly as weary as he was.
As he sat up, Bakura realized the Ring was on his pillow by his head, not on its cord around his neck as it should be. He snatched it up and put it on quickly.
"What are you doing with my Millennium Ring?" he snapped. "And why the sex change?"
Through Anzu's eyes, Malik glared at him. "I had no choice. My evil, darker side has completely taken over my body. Only Rishid's presence kept him at bay, as I now realize, and Rishid was knocked out in his duel with Jonouchi. I had a mental link with Anzu that I established much earlier, shortly after I made my arrangement with you. I also had a similar link with Jonouchi, but little Yugi was able to destroy that. Now, my connection to Anzu's mind is my only way to act in the real world. That, and my remaining connection to you, even though you have all but destroyed that as well."
Bakura glared back at him. "You took too much advantage of that connection. I'm still very displeased with you for that trick you pulled, putting my host and myself at risk."
"And I'm still not pleased that you lost the duel in spite of my help. But I'm willing to set that aside for now. We have to work together to defeat my darker self."
Bakura snorted. "Why should I help you any longer?"
"Because he also controls the Millennium Rod, as well as my body. You are still interested in collecting the seven Items, aren't you? If you help me get my body back, I promise you'll have the Rod as your reward. Besides, you may not realize it, but if it weren't for me, you would have been separated from your host after you lost that duel. Fortunately they entrusted Anzu with the Ring, which meant I was able to return it to you."
Bakura felt Ryou's squeak of alarm at the news that he'd almost lost the Ring again. He looked down and fingered the Ring, noting the subtle changes in its energy; Malik wasn't lying; he could tell it had indeed been handled by others, and he now realized there was a blank space of time when he had not been connected to Ryou.
"Without the Ring, your host is cut off from you, isn't he? So you would have had a difficult time continuing your quest for the other Items if I hadn't returned it. A gesture of good faith, if you will."
"Not entirely cut off," he muttered. The bond between himself and his host went beyond Ryou's mere possession of the Ring, but Malik didn't need to know the details of that. Bakura frowned at him. It was difficult to read Malik's expression on Anzu's face, but "good faith" didn't exactly seem to describe it. He'd learned to be much more wary of the Egyptian's schemes.
"Very well, what is your plan?" Bakura said. He decided to help Malik not so much because of anything Malik had said as out of curiosity. He wanted to see what Malik's darker side was like, for one thing. The regular one was irritating enough, after all.
The plan was simple: use the Millennium Ring to force Malik's spirit back into his own body, and force the darker side out - trapping him in some other inanimate object, if necessary, or merely sending him to the Shadow Realm. Bakura smiled at this idea.
"I should have realized you'd be aware of the particular powers of the Ring," he said. He was, of course, completely confident that he could send Malik's spirit from Anzu's body into his own with no trouble.
"Don't underestimate the strength of my darker half's will," Malik warned. "He sent Mai's mind to the Shadow Realm already."
This didn't bother Bakura, although Ryou, overhearing it, was quite distressed. As much as his host disliked Malik, he now urged Bakura to help him get rid of this even worse version, before any more of his friends got sent to the Shadow Realm.
Ryou's nagging, along with his desire for the Millennium Items and plain old curiosity, combined with the realization that he had nothing better to do anyway. So Bakura got up out of bed and got ready to go in search of Yami no Malik, accompanied by Malik in Anzu's body.
But they didn't get far. Bakura opened the door a crack and peered out. The corridor was fully lit and it wasn't empty. It was still only a short time after "light's out" had been called, and Kaiba's underlings were keeping watch on the corridors to make sure the contestants and guests didn't go snooping around the ship in the night. Besides that, as he listened carefully, he could hear voices from the other rooms; Jonouchi and Honda and Otogi were talking loudly. Worst of all, he could sense Yugi's other self not far away. If he used the Ring, it was possible the former Pharaoh would know what they were up to and, naturally, would interfere.
"We'll have to wait until they've all settled down a bit," he said as he ducked back inside and closed the door. Anzu's face showed Malik's frustration.
"We don't have all night! My darker self grows stronger for every minute he spends in my body. And I fear he may attack Rishid as well."
Bakura understood his concern but his thieving instincts wouldn't allow him to take any chances. Malik admitted that Anzu had been allowed through the corridor only because Malik had her say she was going to keep watch over her injured friend. Kaiba's guards would never allow them to go out wandering around the ship together, no matter what excuse they gave. And it was probably better that they sneak up on Yami no Malik before he had a chance to put up a defense with the Rod.
"We'll just have to wait until the guards think everyone is asleep; hopefully, there will be fewer of them then, and we can sneak past them."
Malik's scowl on Anzu's normally cheerful face was amusing. And looking at her gave him an idea.
"We'll have to do something to pass the time and keep your mind off your problems," he said with a smile.
Malik scowled at him. "What are you talking about?" he said.
Bakura took Anzu's hand. Malik flinched but was too surprised to pull away as Bakura led her back to the bed. He sat down, pulling her down with him.
"Anzu has a nice body," Bakura said. "Even if my host is oblivious to attractive females, I am not," he added. "I've never had a female host. What does it feel like to be inside a woman's body, Malik?"
Malik gaped at him. For a brief moment, he thought he saw the control waver, and a little bit of Anzu's own consciousness peek out at him from her eyes, but he couldn't be sure.
"I must say," he continued, placing a finger to her chin, "the combination of her physical form and your personality is quite intriguing."
"What?" Malik sputtered, not sure whether to be indignant, alarmed -- or interested. Bakura knew well enough how attractive Ryou's body was to many people, and he had an inkling that Malik was one of those people, although so far he'd been much too preoccupied with his own mission to act on that attraction.
Ryou also squawked /what?/ in Bakura's mind as he caught Bakura's thoughts.
Bakura just smiled. He leaned in closer to Malik, who was starting to glare at him again. Anzu's body made a motion toward jumping up from the bed, but Bakura pushed it back. She sprawled backward, raised up on her elbows, glaring at him. But Malik didn't move away as he leaned in to place his finger under her chin and lift it. Her eyes gleamed strangely with Malik's confusion. Malik brought one hand up to grab Bakura's wrist, but had no leverage to pull it away.
"She's a dancer, I believe? Ryou has heard them talk of this. Can you feel that in her? She has more strength in her limbs than one might think to look at her, isn't that true?" he asked Malik. "And a bit of grace, I think. It might not feel so strange for you in her body as in some others, except of course for the obvious differences, such as the generous curves... Tell me, Malik, how does her body feel from the inside?"
Malik's eyes widened in Anzu's face as Bakura's finger dropped her chin to trail down her neck and chest. Malik glanced down for a second but then kept his gaze on Bakura's face as the finger trailed over her blouse, across the peak of a breast. It dipped lower, ran sideways across her torso, as Bakura felt the taught muscles there, and then flowed up again, onto the other mound, and began to circle a nipple.
Malik scowled, watching Bakura's roving finger. Anzu's strength didn't' seem to be enough to stop it, at least not in this awkward position, halfway onto her back. And the sensation was surprisingly pleasant, as the trailing fingertip seemed to set up a ripple in her skin, though it was only a light touch through fabric. He knew Bakura was watching Anzu's face, looking for Malik's reaction, but he tried not to let any reaction show, especially when the fingertip started to flick back and forth over her nipple.
But Anzu's body was not so completely under Malik's control that it could be prevented from its natural responses. Bakura's glanced down, and the corners of his mouth quirked up as the hardening nipple poked against the fabric of Anzu's blouse.
From his angle, Malik watched it as well, fascinated. What was even more interesting was the answering response lower in her body. He recognized the tingle, the slight pulsing, as arousal, even though it was not arousal in quite the way he was used to feeling it. Normally that feeling meant that something else would be swelling, not just a mere nipple. But instead of that familiar feeling of increasing fullness and heaviness, he felt a sort of melting sensation, diffuse but definite.
"You have a rare opportunity, Malik," Bakura continued, his voice gone low and sultry. "The chance to learn exactly what gives a woman's body pleasure. Of course, perhaps you already know all you need to know from your own experience of women?" he asked mockingly.
Malik glared at him. Of course he didn't. His experience of women was severely limited. He'd hardly given himself the opportunity to think about them, and his sheltered life had not exactly put many of them in his path. An arranged marriage was one of the many perks of being a Tombkeeper after all, and his father had never quite gotten around to arranging his.
Bakura laughed softly at his expression. "I thought so. Have you even learned the pleasure of your own body, I wonder?"
"I learned of that long ago," Malik snapped, for some reason eager to prove that he was not completely backward in the ways of the world, in Bakura's eyes.
"Then tell me, does this feel very different? Or is it much the same?"
"I... it's..." Malik stuttered, distracted as Bakura's fingers began to tweak the hardened nipple. Anzu's body was surprisingly sensitive to Bakura's touches. And now that Bakura had managed to bring to mind his few past sexual experiences he couldn't help but compare sensations, thinking of things he'd hardly bothered to notice in his own body on those solo occasions - the little shocks traveling through his skin, the rising heat, the change in his breathing. Anzu's body was responding in much the same way, to his surprise.
Bakura's hand toyed with her nipple for a moment longer, as Malik's breath quickened. Then Bakura slipped his hand up to her bare neck again, and Malik barely managed not to gasp a little as his deft fingers undid the top two buttons of her blouse and slipped inside. But he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through her body when the touch slipped under her bra to the sheltered flesh of her breast.
Once, Malik remembered, when he'd come half awake from a forgotten dream to find himself already fully erect, he'd reached down to stroke himself with one hand while the other roamed over his chest, palming each nipple in turn. He'd still been half asleep and he wasn't sure what had inspired him to touch himself in this way, but it felt good enough and seemed to help him reach his quick orgasm. But that was almost nothing compared to the way Anzu's breasts felt with Bakura's bare hand touching them like this.
But it was all very confusing. Malik still held her body propped up on one elbow, reluctant to fall back any further, but her body was sending his brain other signals, and he had to fight the urge to lie back, wide open to Bakura's touch. His own familiar feelings of arousal were simple and focused in his erection, while in her body, the sensations were more diffuse, the tingling and heat and liquid feeling growing between her legs and spreading outward.
"I don't think I like this," he managed to say through clenched teeth, making a feeble effort to sit up. Bakura held him there with a small push.
"Don't bother to lie, Malik," he said. "It's been a very long time since I had sex with a woman, I'll admit, but I remember the signs of pleasure well enough, and you're showing all of them, despite your best efforts at control. Why don't you just enjoy yourself? Besides, if this makes you a little uncomfortable, consider it my payback for the way you tried to control me and my host. And you caused my host's body a lot of unnecessary pain, so I think you own him some pleasure as well."
Bakura leaned back and shifted position. With one hand still cupping her breast under her bra and blouse, he reached down with his other to adjust jeans which seemed to have grown a little tighter than they already were. He left his hand there, running his thumb up and down the clearly visible ridge that was swelling beneath the denim.
Watching this, Malik felt a strange sensation pass through him - a double wave of arousal, as his own memory called up the familiar sensation of a swelling erection, of the pressure growing inside clothing - a surprisingly pleasant sensation to a point, as he'd found. But at the same time, he felt something else in response to Bakura's action, a flash of warmth in Anzu's lower body, and a surge of mixed emotions that were not entirely his own.
Anzu, meanwhile, was in a dream...
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To be continued!