Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Transmutation ❯ part 2: Transcendance ( Chapter 2 )
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By: tsutsuji 
Malik gets lessons in lovemaking from Bakura - and Anzu!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.30.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Malik gets lessons in lovemaking from Bakura - and Anzu!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.30.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Transmutation part 2: Transcendance
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Bakura/Anzu/Malik/Ryou, sort of
Original characters: no
Type: hentai, yaoi/slash & het
Warnings: het content. (Imagine having to warn for that!)
Status: in progress
Spoilers: none. Takes place during Battle Ship arc.
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: Malik, in Anzu's body, gets lessons in lovemaking from Bakura - and from Anzu.
Archive: the usual (wherever slash and het are both allowed!)
Date written: drafted 8/27/04, edited1/28/05
Notes: Why isn't there more Malik/Anzu fic?
***
part two
***
Anzu was in a dream...
It was a familiar dream, one that her waking mind would hardly allow her to acknowledge. A warm hand on her breast, the heat between her thighs, the desire to touch another person with more than just affection, all were things she'd dreamed of before. She'd tried not to think of such things when she was awake, but she couldn't deny the dreams.
But in this dream, if it was a dream, it seemed that something else was holding her in place to be touched this way. A will stronger than her own compelled her body to submit to these pleasures that were normally forbidden. *She* had not sought that hand that rubbed her sensitive nipple; *she* had not allowed herself to be undressed, and *she* had not finally admitted to desires she was not yet supposed to have. And since it wasn't her choice, what else could she do but give in to those desires?
She saw or imagined the lover whose hand touched her, his hard, slim body, and the signs of his arousal. She watched him lazily stroke himself through tight-stretched denim, and since it seemed a dream, she was allowed to look at what she wasn't supposed to notice. She knew that hand was an invitation. She wanted to follow it, but the other will resisted her. At the same time, strangely, she knew what it would feel like to touch that hardness, to be touched that way, as if it was a memory. Certainly she had never touched a man's erection in waking life, so how could she know how it felt?
Mixed with the dreamlike urges and the memories that weren't her own, desire surged - but was it her own desire or the other's? She didn't care. It was a dream, so it didn't matter. She wanted to give in. She wanted to reach out and take the invitation that was being offered. But the will that held her body in place to be touched in this intimate way, also held her hand still. The other will was reluctant to admit its own desire to touch the man who was caressing her, and she didn't have the strength to overcome it. Not yet.
---
Malik was torn with indecision. He knew Anzu's spirit was nearly awake, he could sense her thoughts and her own desire, however conflicted and confused it might be. The sensations in her body threatened his control over her. He would not give up his control to Bakura's manipulation, he thought angrily. But he couldn't tear Anzu's eyes away from the sight of Bakura's hand teasing himself.
Suddenly he realized how those hands and slim body, and the mind and will that moved them, had held this attraction for him all along, ever since they'd first met. But was that his thought or Anzu's? Had she been hiding this attraction to her classmate all along? Or was it a deception of the moment, the stimulation of her body making it seem that way? He couldn't tell.
He managed to look away from that long, slim hand caressing the hard ridge under denim, but that turned out to be a fatal mistake. He looked up at Bakura's face. The ancient spirit's eyes were dark with lust and expectation and he smiled knowingly with lips parted. And next thing Malik knew, that mouth was on his, firm lips pressing open Anzu's soft ones to let loose a sigh. Malik fell back onto the bed, allowing Bakura's hard, slim body to press Anzu's down onto the mattress.
Her body squirmed under his, not trying to get away as Malik's own instinct demanded but seeking more contact. Bakura's hand squeezed her breast, almost painfully, but Anzu rebelled against Malik's control enough to press upward into his hand.
Bakura's other hand pushed her short skirt up, and then his jean-clad knee pressed in between her legs.
"Oh!" Malik said, an exclamation of discovery, and then he was pressing her pelvis up against Bakura's leg, flexing and rubbing her body against his.
Bakura left off kissing her gasping mouth and began to trail lips, tongue, and teeth down the soft flesh of her throat and shoulder. He pushed her blouse aside to bare more skin. When his hot tongue found an already sensitive nipple, Malik nearly lost all control. Anzu's will surged forward, arching her back up into Bakura's touch.
---
Bakura chuckled. He was fully aware of the struggle of wills going on in the body beneath him. Anzu's responsiveness surprised him a little, but not much, not as much as it confused Malik. The poor sheltered Egyptian obviously knew little of women, and probably had some traditional idea that they were too pure to feel lust. He was learning a different story.
Bakura indulged in the wonderful taste of Anzu's soft-firm breast, the nipple as hard as a pebble as he flicked it and grazed it with his teeth. It was as sweet as the feel of her warm body pressing up against his. He heard the stifled moans in her throat as he worked her nipple with his tongue, and wondered which one of them was making the sound.
He briefly tried to coax Ryou's consciousness to the surface, to share this pleasure, but his host resisted him firmly. He knew perfectly well that under normal conditions, Anzu's body held little attraction for Ryou. So he thought of Malik instead, knowing just as well that they had both been drawn to his exotic looks from the first moment they'd seen him. But Ryou would have none of it and retreated beyond Bakura's reach, at least for the moment. He gave up on trying to convince his host to join in, and returned his attention to Malik.
He pushed himself up on one elbow, amused when Anzu's face glared at him with Malik's venomous eyes.
"What are you doing?" Malik snapped. "Why have you stopped?"
"So anxious all of a sudden?" Bakura teased.
"We don't have much time for this," Malik insisted. "Either stop this now or finish quickly..."
"Oh, we're not stopping. I still have several points to make before we're through."
Bakura quickly unbuttoned Anzu's blouse and pushed it off her shoulders, pushing the straps of her bra down as well to fully expose her breasts. But when Malik impatiently tried to help, he moved her hands away.
"Allow me," he said, not politely. "As I said, you're going to learn a few things you probably didn't know about a woman's body."
"I don't need lessons from you..." Malik tried to protest. He also struggled to rise, and Bakura realized that the respite from the assault on his senses had allowed him to regain most of his control over Anzu.
That would soon change, he thought with a smile. He plunged down to take her other nipple in his mouth, picking up where he'd left off.
Malik squirmed, at first trying to push him back, but then suddenly shifting his grasp to pull Bakura's head down and hold him there. Did that mean Anzu had regained some control, or was Malik merely succumbing to the pleasure on his own? Bakura didn't know, but it didn't matter.
He shifted a little to bring his hand up between them, and slid it up the inside of her thigh. Malik seemed so distracted by what he was doing with his mouth that he didn't notice at first when Bakura's fingers slipped between her legs and inside her brief panties, to search between her moist lower lips.
Malik was completely unprepared for the touch of Bakura's finger as he found the most sensitive place on Anzu's body. He cried out, eyes flying open in surprise. Anzu's fingers curled on Bakura's shoulder, clutching at his hair.
"I wonder if Anzu knows the secret of this treasure, even if you don't," Bakura murmured, lifting his mouth from her breast. He looked down at the face below him and drank in the wonderful expression on it - pleading, hoping, confused, almost frightened, her mouth opened in a silent gasp. His fingertip found the hard pearl among her soft flesh, swollen and slick with her juices. Malik cried out again.
"Does it feel like you're melting?" Bakura asked, watching as the eyes fluttered closed, the mouth gaped in pleasure. "It must, you're so hot and wet there."
He played with her clit, rubbing, circling, flicking, and pressing down on it, taking note of which movement caused the greater response. He would have continued his instructional lecture as well, but he doubted Malik would hear a word of it, and clearly, Anzu didn't need an explanation.
As he lowered his mouth for another kiss, he wondered whose will it was that so hungrily kissed him back.
---
Malik could no longer deny the pure and utter enjoyment of the sensations Bakura's touch was causing. His confusion became part of the pleasure. He no longer struggled against Anzu's will but let her direct her body's responses. For the first time, he truly appreciated her dancer's skill and strength, and the flexibility it gave her. She moved with muscles he didn't know existed, twisting and thrusting herself onto Bakura's hand.
Still, he was shocked almost out of his haze of lust and back into full control when Bakura slid two very wet, slippery fingers *inside* -- the sensation was so strange he couldn't fully comprehend it. But it felt so good! Anzu's sudden twinge of fear and his own resistance to the sense of invasion only fed the desire of her body rather than cooling it.
Bakura's thumb still pressed against that single, focused point of pleasure, while waves of liquid heat rolled through her lower body as his fingers probed within her. To Malik, it seemed that the waves rolled out and up from the place where Bakura's fingers filled her and then back again, increasing in intensity with every thrust of her hips.
Suddenly he realized Bakura was once again above him, looking down on him, smiling. His hand moved faster. Malik recognized this moment, this familiar precipice, with surprise -- already? he thought. So soon? In the next moment the waves crashed, and thought was lost as the sweet contractions pulsed through Anzu's body, sharp and warm and deep inside her.
Malik barely managed to cling to a shred of his consciousness. He became more aware of himself again as the waves subsided, aware of himself in Anzu's body. Her heart pounded, her panting breaths slowed to a shuddering sigh. Her sex still clenched around Bakura's fingers, then finally relaxed.
For the next several seconds, he felt only the fine, familiar, relaxed satisfaction of the aftermath of orgasm. This, at least, was not so different. But then he felt a flicker of something else - frustration, or incompleteness. It came from Anzu. She seemed to feel as if something was missing.
Malik was confused by this. What more could she expect? Despite the odd quality of flowing and pulsing inside himself in waves rather than bursting outward, it was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had. Surely it had exhausted her. His own release always left him pleasantly drained, semi-alert and wonderfully relaxed.
But as he saw Bakura smiling down at him he felt the tingling warmth of arousal already growing again in her body. He suddenly realized that Bakura was not done yet, either, and remembered something he'd made the mistake of forgetting: Bakura's own unfulfilled need.
Bakura sat up, leaving Malik lying there to catch the breath that had been drained from Anzu's body. Malik glanced at his borrowed body. Anzu's clothing was half removed, her legs were spread wide, and her breasts were pushed up to rounded peaks. To his further surprise and confusion, the sight of her - his? - exposed and wanton state was stimulating. Was this his reaction to seeing her body, or was it her reaction to being seen this way? He couldn't tell.
He slowly realized that Bakura was only now pulling off his own clothes, revealing his own state of arousal. As his eyes were drawn again to Bakura's hand, this time caressing his naked erection as it curved upward, Malik was distressed to feel the throb of need between Anzu's legs.
He stared up at Bakura with the sudden realization that this was far from over.
---
(to be continued!)
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Bakura/Anzu/Malik/Ryou, sort of
Original characters: no
Type: hentai, yaoi/slash & het
Warnings: het content. (Imagine having to warn for that!)
Status: in progress
Spoilers: none. Takes place during Battle Ship arc.
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: Malik, in Anzu's body, gets lessons in lovemaking from Bakura - and from Anzu.
Archive: the usual (wherever slash and het are both allowed!)
Date written: drafted 8/27/04, edited1/28/05
Notes: Why isn't there more Malik/Anzu fic?
***
part two
***
Anzu was in a dream...
It was a familiar dream, one that her waking mind would hardly allow her to acknowledge. A warm hand on her breast, the heat between her thighs, the desire to touch another person with more than just affection, all were things she'd dreamed of before. She'd tried not to think of such things when she was awake, but she couldn't deny the dreams.
But in this dream, if it was a dream, it seemed that something else was holding her in place to be touched this way. A will stronger than her own compelled her body to submit to these pleasures that were normally forbidden. *She* had not sought that hand that rubbed her sensitive nipple; *she* had not allowed herself to be undressed, and *she* had not finally admitted to desires she was not yet supposed to have. And since it wasn't her choice, what else could she do but give in to those desires?
She saw or imagined the lover whose hand touched her, his hard, slim body, and the signs of his arousal. She watched him lazily stroke himself through tight-stretched denim, and since it seemed a dream, she was allowed to look at what she wasn't supposed to notice. She knew that hand was an invitation. She wanted to follow it, but the other will resisted her. At the same time, strangely, she knew what it would feel like to touch that hardness, to be touched that way, as if it was a memory. Certainly she had never touched a man's erection in waking life, so how could she know how it felt?
Mixed with the dreamlike urges and the memories that weren't her own, desire surged - but was it her own desire or the other's? She didn't care. It was a dream, so it didn't matter. She wanted to give in. She wanted to reach out and take the invitation that was being offered. But the will that held her body in place to be touched in this intimate way, also held her hand still. The other will was reluctant to admit its own desire to touch the man who was caressing her, and she didn't have the strength to overcome it. Not yet.
---
Malik was torn with indecision. He knew Anzu's spirit was nearly awake, he could sense her thoughts and her own desire, however conflicted and confused it might be. The sensations in her body threatened his control over her. He would not give up his control to Bakura's manipulation, he thought angrily. But he couldn't tear Anzu's eyes away from the sight of Bakura's hand teasing himself.
Suddenly he realized how those hands and slim body, and the mind and will that moved them, had held this attraction for him all along, ever since they'd first met. But was that his thought or Anzu's? Had she been hiding this attraction to her classmate all along? Or was it a deception of the moment, the stimulation of her body making it seem that way? He couldn't tell.
He managed to look away from that long, slim hand caressing the hard ridge under denim, but that turned out to be a fatal mistake. He looked up at Bakura's face. The ancient spirit's eyes were dark with lust and expectation and he smiled knowingly with lips parted. And next thing Malik knew, that mouth was on his, firm lips pressing open Anzu's soft ones to let loose a sigh. Malik fell back onto the bed, allowing Bakura's hard, slim body to press Anzu's down onto the mattress.
Her body squirmed under his, not trying to get away as Malik's own instinct demanded but seeking more contact. Bakura's hand squeezed her breast, almost painfully, but Anzu rebelled against Malik's control enough to press upward into his hand.
Bakura's other hand pushed her short skirt up, and then his jean-clad knee pressed in between her legs.
"Oh!" Malik said, an exclamation of discovery, and then he was pressing her pelvis up against Bakura's leg, flexing and rubbing her body against his.
Bakura left off kissing her gasping mouth and began to trail lips, tongue, and teeth down the soft flesh of her throat and shoulder. He pushed her blouse aside to bare more skin. When his hot tongue found an already sensitive nipple, Malik nearly lost all control. Anzu's will surged forward, arching her back up into Bakura's touch.
---
Bakura chuckled. He was fully aware of the struggle of wills going on in the body beneath him. Anzu's responsiveness surprised him a little, but not much, not as much as it confused Malik. The poor sheltered Egyptian obviously knew little of women, and probably had some traditional idea that they were too pure to feel lust. He was learning a different story.
Bakura indulged in the wonderful taste of Anzu's soft-firm breast, the nipple as hard as a pebble as he flicked it and grazed it with his teeth. It was as sweet as the feel of her warm body pressing up against his. He heard the stifled moans in her throat as he worked her nipple with his tongue, and wondered which one of them was making the sound.
He briefly tried to coax Ryou's consciousness to the surface, to share this pleasure, but his host resisted him firmly. He knew perfectly well that under normal conditions, Anzu's body held little attraction for Ryou. So he thought of Malik instead, knowing just as well that they had both been drawn to his exotic looks from the first moment they'd seen him. But Ryou would have none of it and retreated beyond Bakura's reach, at least for the moment. He gave up on trying to convince his host to join in, and returned his attention to Malik.
He pushed himself up on one elbow, amused when Anzu's face glared at him with Malik's venomous eyes.
"What are you doing?" Malik snapped. "Why have you stopped?"
"So anxious all of a sudden?" Bakura teased.
"We don't have much time for this," Malik insisted. "Either stop this now or finish quickly..."
"Oh, we're not stopping. I still have several points to make before we're through."
Bakura quickly unbuttoned Anzu's blouse and pushed it off her shoulders, pushing the straps of her bra down as well to fully expose her breasts. But when Malik impatiently tried to help, he moved her hands away.
"Allow me," he said, not politely. "As I said, you're going to learn a few things you probably didn't know about a woman's body."
"I don't need lessons from you..." Malik tried to protest. He also struggled to rise, and Bakura realized that the respite from the assault on his senses had allowed him to regain most of his control over Anzu.
That would soon change, he thought with a smile. He plunged down to take her other nipple in his mouth, picking up where he'd left off.
Malik squirmed, at first trying to push him back, but then suddenly shifting his grasp to pull Bakura's head down and hold him there. Did that mean Anzu had regained some control, or was Malik merely succumbing to the pleasure on his own? Bakura didn't know, but it didn't matter.
He shifted a little to bring his hand up between them, and slid it up the inside of her thigh. Malik seemed so distracted by what he was doing with his mouth that he didn't notice at first when Bakura's fingers slipped between her legs and inside her brief panties, to search between her moist lower lips.
Malik was completely unprepared for the touch of Bakura's finger as he found the most sensitive place on Anzu's body. He cried out, eyes flying open in surprise. Anzu's fingers curled on Bakura's shoulder, clutching at his hair.
"I wonder if Anzu knows the secret of this treasure, even if you don't," Bakura murmured, lifting his mouth from her breast. He looked down at the face below him and drank in the wonderful expression on it - pleading, hoping, confused, almost frightened, her mouth opened in a silent gasp. His fingertip found the hard pearl among her soft flesh, swollen and slick with her juices. Malik cried out again.
"Does it feel like you're melting?" Bakura asked, watching as the eyes fluttered closed, the mouth gaped in pleasure. "It must, you're so hot and wet there."
He played with her clit, rubbing, circling, flicking, and pressing down on it, taking note of which movement caused the greater response. He would have continued his instructional lecture as well, but he doubted Malik would hear a word of it, and clearly, Anzu didn't need an explanation.
As he lowered his mouth for another kiss, he wondered whose will it was that so hungrily kissed him back.
---
Malik could no longer deny the pure and utter enjoyment of the sensations Bakura's touch was causing. His confusion became part of the pleasure. He no longer struggled against Anzu's will but let her direct her body's responses. For the first time, he truly appreciated her dancer's skill and strength, and the flexibility it gave her. She moved with muscles he didn't know existed, twisting and thrusting herself onto Bakura's hand.
Still, he was shocked almost out of his haze of lust and back into full control when Bakura slid two very wet, slippery fingers *inside* -- the sensation was so strange he couldn't fully comprehend it. But it felt so good! Anzu's sudden twinge of fear and his own resistance to the sense of invasion only fed the desire of her body rather than cooling it.
Bakura's thumb still pressed against that single, focused point of pleasure, while waves of liquid heat rolled through her lower body as his fingers probed within her. To Malik, it seemed that the waves rolled out and up from the place where Bakura's fingers filled her and then back again, increasing in intensity with every thrust of her hips.
Suddenly he realized Bakura was once again above him, looking down on him, smiling. His hand moved faster. Malik recognized this moment, this familiar precipice, with surprise -- already? he thought. So soon? In the next moment the waves crashed, and thought was lost as the sweet contractions pulsed through Anzu's body, sharp and warm and deep inside her.
Malik barely managed to cling to a shred of his consciousness. He became more aware of himself again as the waves subsided, aware of himself in Anzu's body. Her heart pounded, her panting breaths slowed to a shuddering sigh. Her sex still clenched around Bakura's fingers, then finally relaxed.
For the next several seconds, he felt only the fine, familiar, relaxed satisfaction of the aftermath of orgasm. This, at least, was not so different. But then he felt a flicker of something else - frustration, or incompleteness. It came from Anzu. She seemed to feel as if something was missing.
Malik was confused by this. What more could she expect? Despite the odd quality of flowing and pulsing inside himself in waves rather than bursting outward, it was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had. Surely it had exhausted her. His own release always left him pleasantly drained, semi-alert and wonderfully relaxed.
But as he saw Bakura smiling down at him he felt the tingling warmth of arousal already growing again in her body. He suddenly realized that Bakura was not done yet, either, and remembered something he'd made the mistake of forgetting: Bakura's own unfulfilled need.
Bakura sat up, leaving Malik lying there to catch the breath that had been drained from Anzu's body. Malik glanced at his borrowed body. Anzu's clothing was half removed, her legs were spread wide, and her breasts were pushed up to rounded peaks. To his further surprise and confusion, the sight of her - his? - exposed and wanton state was stimulating. Was this his reaction to seeing her body, or was it her reaction to being seen this way? He couldn't tell.
He slowly realized that Bakura was only now pulling off his own clothes, revealing his own state of arousal. As his eyes were drawn again to Bakura's hand, this time caressing his naked erection as it curved upward, Malik was distressed to feel the throb of need between Anzu's legs.
He stared up at Bakura with the sudden realization that this was far from over.
---
(to be continued!)