Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Belong to Me ❯ You Belong to Me 2 ( Chapter 2 )

You Belong to Me

(YamixBakuraxMalik)

(MalikxYami Marik)

(Implied YugixMalikxRyou)

Disclaimer: Not mine. Oh how i wish!!

Warnings: Yaoi. Angst. Swearing on mostly Bakura's part, a little bit on Yami's. Gratuitous wet naked Malik in the shower scenes. Gratuitous Malik and Marik make out scenes...boatloads of sexual tension, and a bit of OOCness thrown in to even it out. Lei is an actual person too, so since I love her soooo much, I decided to put her in here, but this is strictly Yaoi, so there is no love between them.

Authors Note: It was pointed out to me that Malik was, in their words, acting like a 'bit of a pussy'. I'm not yelling at that person, but I'd like to make light on the situation. Malik has been through a traumatizing time in his life, because of what Marik did to him, and the others, the stress finally caught up with Malik after Battle City and he almost mentally crashed. Malik is acting meek, and quiet because that's how he feels at the moment, he feels weak, useless, and above all, disgusted with what happened. His solution? To put a barrier between him and everyone, excluding his Yami, who he loves and trusts with his life. Marik has changed for the better, and has learned the errors of his ways, and is trying to push Malik out of his barrier so that he could take those risks in life that Malik is just too afraid of at the moment. He is being nothing but what he feels, a frightened, lonely little boy, with only the voices in his head to comfort him. I felt it best to portray him like a scared child instead of the arrogant, cocky person people show him as after Battle City, because of what he's been through, the night when his father carved those hieroglyphs into his back, when he killed his father, when he abandoned his sister, tried to kill Jounouchi and Anzu, when Marik stole his body, and his ultimate defeat. This put a lot of pressure on him, and he most likely would have cracked had Marik not tried to save him and bring him back. Now I'm done babbling, on with the story! *whoosh*

He let his eyes slide open slowly, and he stretched out upon the bed, inhaling the clean scent of his pillows. Hazy sleep filled amethyst as looked to the clock that read a glowing crimson 7:27 AM, and a small yawn left his lips... Isis wouldn't be home...she'd be with Mai, talking about her worrisome, troublesome, psychotic little brother, crying her eyes out because she didn't think she could get him enough therapy to get rid of Marik, who wasn't going to go anywhere anytime soon. Bah, therapy. He pushed up from the bed, but felt warm hands slid along his naked back...he moaned softly, as those hands slid further up his back to grip his shoulders and begin kneading...

"Nnn...Marik.." he moaned, a little, hearing his Yami's soft chuckle. His Yami's familiar comfortable weight settled upon his lower back, those strong, warm hands caressing and working his aching muscles...

"So good..." he mewled clutching his pillow to him as he relaxed into his Yami's hands, shivering as that wet tongue touched his neck and teeth nipped him, after a gentle lick was administered to his sensitive skin. Malik arched like a pleased kitten beneath his strong fingers, which slithered down his back to his sides, and under his chest, to brush his hardened nipples...

"Ah...ah.." Malik gasped arching into his hands, his eyes having fallen shut a few moments again, missed that they were not the color of caramel, but a silky white...those strong hands slid to his hips and his Yami moved his weight to his rear, sitting there now, as his hands slid under Malik's hips a little, towards his groin, causing Malik to moan and whimper...strong fingers brushed his groin, and those amethyst eyes flew open, and his tan hands wiggled beneath him and stopped them from stroking his hardening member..

"..Ma...Marik... I'm not ready to go...that...far yet..." Mahogany eyes stared at the blonde head before him...he'd hoped, that he'd be able to get away with a few touches then sneak out...but guess again...

"Marik? You're being awfully...qu...iet.." Malik trailed off as he turned himself, only to stare into a face that was most definitely -not- Marik, but Bakura. Malik gawked at the white haired Yami in disbelief, before shrieking and flinging him off his back, yanking the covers up...

"You!...You! What the -fuck- are you doing in my house?! In my -room-?!" the blonde cried, his amethyst eyes wide with shock. Bakura snorted a bit

"We-ell... I thought it was pretty obvious..." he said with a shrug...Malik scowled, keeping the blankets high against his chest...

"You're a Ra damned pervert! How -dare- you break into my house, and...and...-molest- me!!" he said, looking scandalized, Bakura smirked

"Well you seemed to enjoy yourself...eh? What can you say about that?" Malik scowled once more...

"I thought you were Marik, he's the only one who'd really only touch me that way..." Bakura rose an eyebrow and his entire demeanor changed..

"I see...I don't know what the other guy's problems are, I guess they're blind to a perfect specimen of male loveliness then, eh?" Malik blushed prettily, but then blinked

"Don't you change the subject! You broke into my house and molested me!" Bakura waved a pale hand some, leaning his hip against his bed..

"I came in through your window, which was open, mind you." he said casually, Malik looked to the window and glared at it nastily, as if it had betrayed its usefulness...

"Stupid thing, you're supposed to keep creeps like him out..." he muttered...Bakura snorted...

"Look, I'll be honest with you, Malik...I think you're pretty damn fuckin' hot, okay? That's why I don't want you to go. Ryou likes you, because you're nice to him, another reason for you not to go. And the Pharaoh an' I wanna screw that beautiful body of yours into the very carpet I'm standing on, every night, and we want you so bad that we're goin' fuckin'crazy!" Malik gaped at him, and trembled a little. It was too much for the Egyptian teen to digest... the...the -Pharaoh- wanted him too?! Not just the crazy thief, but the Pharaoh of all Egypt, the very man he tried to kill, wanted him bad.

"I know what you're thinking, but the Pharaoh isn't blind to how you look, and such. You're so exotic, and different, and beautiful, more so than the people we usually see come into this stupid town. That blonde hair, and those big amethyst eyes, and your pretty tan skin and just...fuck! Ra you're so hot, I'm amazed that those stupid cheerleaders hadn't fallen to their knees and worshipped you like the God you -are-, Malik, I seriously am. Because I was about too...and when you approached me that night, with your devious little plan, and your gleaming, cocky gaze...I had wanted to take you then and there..." Bakura ran his hand along his forehead... and into his pale hair, his eyes glittering some...

"..but what do I get out this..?" Malik whispered, "Do I just get to be yours and Yami's fuck toy for the duration of my life? Do I just get to be used, and passed around until I'm not pretty anymore, and you're already looking for your next toy, leaving your Hikari's to take care of me until I finally just waste away under the stress of losing you guys, and slit my throat open, and die in your bathroom?" Bakura stared at him, and blinked softly...Malik wasn't looking at him anymore, just staring at his blankets, biting on his lower lip..

"Nah...it won't end up like that.." was all Bakura said, before he plopped down next to Malik, "We have a lot of respect for you Malik, the others may not, but the Hikari's, the stupid Pharaoh and I all do...you're a great person, and despite the whole goin' crazy and tryin' to take over the world thing, you were a pretty decent guy, as Namu anyways..." he then laughed, "the Pharaoh was tellin' me about how Lil' Yugi was goin' on and on about "That really hot Egyptian guy- oh I can't remember his name, but he's got really great legs," and I about busted a seam laughing..." He smiled fondly from the memory, and looked to Malik, who had a tiny smile playing on his lips

"Now, ya see? I've gone and went all soft for you, because of Ryou, an' all I get is that tiny little smile?" Malik looked to him, and Bakura's hand drifted up, caressing along his lower lip, "Give me a bigger one...you always had pretty smiles, Malik.." he said softly, before moving his hand over Malik's cheek...the Egyptian's eyes fell closed, and he leaned into the hand more, his tan lips curving upwards, into a fuller smile. Bakura's heart warmed some and he leaned forward pressing his mouth gently to Malik's, who didn't pull away, but pressed lightly into it..

//That's it, Hikari...this is the only way to be accepted. You need to offer yourself up to pain and fear, so that they can see you for how you truly can be...// Malik trembled softly, at the implications Marik's words gave, as he felt Bakura's warm mouth and hand caressing along his own heated flesh, his cheeks aflame with crimson. Fear raced through his body, as the kiss itself deepened, and his heart thrummed swiftly in his chest, to offer himself up to this white haired god, to give himself over, with a naked heart and vulnerable soul? It scared him to death, thinking this was all some cruel joke made up by the others, he slowly pulled from Bakura's hungry and needy kiss...

"..I...I think its time for you to go, Bakura..." he whispered, licking his lips...Bakura frowned softly, but stroked his cheek one last time, before he moved off the bed, and stretched a little...

"Alright, Malik...I'll be back sometime later, with the Pharaoh.." he said before moving towards the door. Malik looked up confused

"W...why?" he asked softly, Bakura turned and grinned

"So we can help you unpack, of course! I toldja you weren't goin' anywhere!" Malik gave a sweet small smile, and hugged his knees to his chest...Bakura strutted from the room, shutting the door after he left... Malik looked to the door, before pulling himself out of the bed, which had become more so inviting since the kiss, he pulled himself to his closet and rifled through it...

"Black, black, black...I need something black.." he murmured to himself, before he smiled softly and pulled out his knee length black bondage shorts, looking to the chains and straps hanging off them, dug out his knee high black boots, and then a black wife beater, before darting to his dresser for a pair of underwear. He gathered up his clothes, and shoes, and wandered from his room to his bathroom, opening the door...he dropped his things down, and sighed a bit, before stripping out his pants and underwear, tossing them in his dirty clothes bin, which he noted needed to be emptied. He flipped on the shower, and adjusted the water temperature some, before stepping in, letting the water spray pelt his tan body. His arms curled around his own waist as he tipped his head up, closing his eyes, as the water caressed down his muscled skin, and his hair, losing himself within the heat of the water. He sighed a little, but jumped as he felt hands slide up his back..

"Hey...you look nice..." he smiled softly as Marik stroked his stomach softly, peering into those amethyst orbs, seeing his reflection...Malik chuckled, snuggling against his Yami's firm body...

"Well, hey, you do too, Marik.." he felt warm lips pressing soft kisses along his throat, shivering happily as Marik took his hands and entwined their fingers. Marik had become a lot kinder to him, after Battle Tower, after Marik's defeat, the Yami began to treat him nicer, and was always trying to make him comfortable and welcome in the Soul Room, which wasn't just a black void anymore. He looked into Marik's pupil less amethyst eyes, and gave off a beautiful, bright and beaming smile, of which the Yami desired to keep his own, Marik leaned forward and caught that smile in his mouth, hungrily, demanding, keeping his Hikari trapped within the circle of his arms, as Malik responded eagerly to the kiss, feeling the tendrils of the shadow realm swirling and caressing along his calves, climbing up his legs in a sensual massage, arching against his Yami a little, as his tongue battled Marik's heatedly, and the shadows churned and consumed them slowly. He turned in his Yami's arms, slipping his own about his neck pressing up close to him with a moan in his throat threatening to escape, their naked forms pressed and gently rubbing against each other causing a pleasurable friction between them made Malik mewled and press closer, Marik's hand curved over his rear ready to prepare him, his light gasping and moaning---

"MALIK!! MALIK STOP WASTING WATER ALREADY!!" Malik jerked from his Yami gasping, at the sound of Isis's voice and her pounding on the door...he shut the water off quickly and looked to his engorged erection blushing prettily..

"..I...I'm not ready for that step yet.." he whispered, grabbing his towel and hurriedly moving from the shower scooping up his clothes, and rushing out of the bathroom. Marik stood there, his form becoming transparent again, eyes hard with anger, he almost had him! He disappeared into the Millennium Rod to sulk about his loss. Malik however was flushing and laying on his bed, looking at his erection with a small whine leaving his throat, as he slowly reached down his hand.

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He trembled a little, biting his lower lip as he touched the swollen organ. It jerked in his hand, as he thumbed the head softly, and let out a shuddering breath. Jerking off wasn't new to him, he'd done it many times before to various people, but he'd never gotten the chance to be fully revved up with arousal and touch himself. The sensitized organ trembled softly, as his fingers curled around it, and he let out a small whine again, as he began to stroke himself, his back arching a bit, as pleasure shot through his back and into his brain. Holy Ra, it'd never felt like this before! His eyes slid closed and he began to envision...something. Someone. Someone else's hand curled around him, stroking him, with gentle movements, he moaned quietly, thrusting his hips up, as he 'opened' his eyes in the vision, to be met with tender mahogany eyes, filled with lust, and a curtain of silken white hair, he gasped as he realized who it was

"..Ryou!" he cried but it was swallowed up by the moan he let out, as another pair of hands caressed along his chest, pinching his nipples softly, pulling them into tight brown peaks...he turned to hazily look at the second person

"..Yugi.." he murmured softly, as he was stretched out between the two Hikari's that were pulling him closer and closer to orgasm...he cooed softly as Yugi's mouth parted and met with his, those soft lips pressing against his, his own mouth opening his tongue slipping out and up into Yugi's mouth which the smaller teen suckled upon happily. Ryou smiled at the two, and bent his head, capturing the head of Malik's shaft in his mouth, and suckling gently upon it. Malik's back tensed and he arched a little, clinging onto Yugi's soft hands, which clutched his own back. The scenery however then changed, and Yugi pulled back, but Malik was surprised to see Yami sitting in his Hikari's place licking his lips...

"I want you.." the Pharaoh purred, licking his ear some, Malik whimpered something unintelligible and bucked softly, looking to the white head between his legs, Bakura lifted his mouth up and smiled softly..

"I told you we'd have you...you're ours now.." he purred before bending his head and engulfing Malik's entire erection, the tanned boy crying out with pleasure as he was surrounded by that wet heat, that teasing tongue driving him wild, as Yami skillfully sucked his tonsils out (did he have tonsils? Malik couldn't remember). Malik felt the heat in his belly tighten into a single burning point, and then it exploded and washed over his body, white light passing over his vision, as his seed jetted into Bakura's mouth, and his scream was swallowed by Yami.

Malik jerked his eyes open panting softly, looking around his room, from the frighteningly real vision. He shuddered a little, as he looked down at his semen covered hand, and wiped it off on his bed, as well as cleaning himself off, he struggled off the bed, and sighed a bit. Malik pulled his pants on with a sigh, wondering if he needed another shower after that little ride there. He dressed quickly and pulled on his black bracers, and his sneakers, before moving into the living..

"Uh...Isis..?" he asked quietly looking to his sister as she sat reading..

"Yes, brother?" she said quietly

"..Erm... I'm gonna go to the park, is that okay..?" he asked...the skate park he meant, he looked to his skateboard by the door quietly. He adored it, just as much as he loved his motorcycle... Isis looked up at him, at his clothes, she saw Malik looking to the floor now, fidgeting a little..

"Yes, of course, Malik.." she said with a small smile...just because she didn't trust his Yami, didn't mean...didn't mean she didn't love her little brother, despite what he may think. Malik looked up happily..

"Just don't forget your helmet!" she called as he dashed for his skateboard..

"I'll get it off my motorcycle!" he said, as he bounced out of the apartment, and downstairs to where his motorcycle was, he grabbed his spare helmet, a black one like his tan one, and pulled it on, jumping onto the board and moving down the street, towards the skate park. He had a lot of friends there, male, female (the girls especially adored him because of how 'dreamy, steamy hot he was!' Malik rolled his eyes) his really only true friend was a girl named Lei, a black/Asian girl, she didn't' treat him like a piece of meat, although she did beat on him a few times, he glided down the street, swerving through the people on the street, as he went to the skate park.

WAPAH! The 2nd chapter is done!