A/N: I've always enjoyed the concept of incubus!Bakura (or any demon!Bakura really). It won't be entirely accurate because an incubus (or as much as we know about them) wouldn't behave like how Bakura will act in this fic. Don't take to whole concept too seriously.
I'm sure everybody is aware what an incubus is, but just in case, an incubus is the male equivalent of a succubus. They are demons/supernatural entities that take the form of a man order to seduce humans (normally women) (but Bakura is too gay for that) and have sexual intercourse with them. It is said that repeated sexual activity with a succubus or incubus may result in lowering of health or even death.
Pairings: Mainly Thiefshipping. There will be past Bronzeshipping and unrequited Angstshipping (cries softly because it's my otp). Side pairings include Peachshipping and... Halfshipping (this is quite literally my only YGO notp I'm so sorry)
Rated: Mature/Explicit because of copious amounts of smut. There will also be some graphic violence in the future.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh (if I did, there would be a 500 episode spin-off series dedicated to Tornshipping)
o o o - change in character POV
... - time/scene shift of same character
Chapter 1: Hypnotized
A choked sputter escaped his lips as thick, brown liquid slid its way down his throat. He slammed the glass down onto the mahogany surface of the bar, a heavy scowl taking his features as he signaled for what would be his third shot of the night. A minute later, a glass was put down in front of him, and within moments the liquid from the glass was gone down his gullet. He briefly considered a fourth shot, but decided to hold off and see how the night went. With that, he leaned heavily against the bar, his darkened lavender gaze scanning the area around him.
Presently, Marik was sulking in a less-than-favorable club, his mind beginning to buzz with the influence of alcohol. However, it did little to lift his rather unpleasant mood. As he lowered his head, his lips curled in distinct disgust. He was very far from a good mood at the moment, given the way he was arched over the bar while flexing his fingers and glowering at anybody that got too close, including the bartender, who had come to claim the now empty shot glasses. He continued to brood, glaring off into the crowd of people on the dance floor, all enjoying themselves and having fun while he fumed in his own, dark corner. His mind continued to plague him with visions of spiky golden hair and sun-kissed muscles, causing his lips to curl in disgust once more. The image danced behind his eyelids, drawing out a sigh of furious irritation.
He never wanted to see that disgustingly smug face again. His fingers curled into his palms, short nails driving into his own soft flesh. Within his mind, there was a quick flash of lilac eyes similar to his own, and that was the breaking point. He gestured for another shot and downed it in record time. The liquid burned all the way down to his throat and into his belly, where it seeded into a blooming warmth that overtook his gut. He let out a wrenching sound as the glass was slammed against the bar, and he hunched over, letting the disgusting feeling of acidic warmth settle.
Marik never could handle his alcohol well. However, he ignored the limitations of his own body in an attempt to drown out the ever-growing resentment that pooled within him.
Fuck him, he growled internally to himself for the hundredth time within that hour alone. He would never tire of thinking it. In fact, each time the angry statement fleeted across his mind, the pool of hatred grew.
He can go to hell, he added bitterly for good measure, narrowing his eyes to slits as his vision blurred for a moment. The alcohol was taking its effects, causing vague vertigo and replacing his anger with a light feeling. He let the effects take him, gladly welcoming the absence of bitterness and letting it be replaced with buzzing bliss.
He let out a drawled sigh that turned into a light giggle, before he pushed away from the bar and sauntered out onto the dance floor. This was what he came for, after all. To forget that psychotic idiot and to let himself relax. As a haze blanketed over him, he raised his arms and wedged himself into the tangle of sweating bodies.
o o o
It was a prime location for prey, really. His hips swayed in a languid manner as he sauntered into the building, being met with music that filled both his ears and chest, blasting within his very ribcage. Pink lips rose into a slight smirk as he slid down the dank hallway and out into the main part of the club he had come to. The air around him was dampened from sweat and super heated from the sheer amount of people that had come out that Saturday night.
He tipped his chin back slightly, sliding over to the bar and ordering himself a drink. Not that he really needed anything; his body had an inability to be drunk. That didn't stop him from enjoying some hard liqueur, though. A quickly consumed a few sips of the burning liquid before setting it down and allowing his eyes to sweep over the crowd. Dozens of bodies writhed around, hips rolls and shoulders swaying. It was a scene he knew all to well, and had come to appreciate.
It was a bisexual club, so anybody was up for grabs, but Bakura definitely preferred the delicious rock-hard muscles of a man as opposed to the flimsy, noodle-limbs of a woman. As his gaze grazed the rippling bodies of the dancing males, he found that none were jumping out at him. However, that was okay; he had all night, after all. It was only a matter of time before these people became drunk off of alcohol or high off of dancing and would become easier pickings for him.
He took another drink of his alcohol, leaning against the bar and letting his seductive maroon eyes connect with a random man's who happened to be passing. The man had decided to go topless to show off his impressive muscled body. His belt-less pants were falling just beneath his hips as well. Bakura tipped his head, his gaze flickering over the sweaty body before he deciding that the stark-white abdomen and thick muscled arms were just not doing it for him.
The man, who noticed Bakura's sudden disinterest, gave a haughty huff and sauntered away. Apparently he thought the scrawny white-haired male wasn't worth his time, however, in reality was the other way around. Bakura didn't give a damn about men who didn't appeal to him right away unless he was desperate or looking to get a quick blow-job in the back-alley.
No. Not tonight. Tonight, he had every intention of getting plowed.
With that thought, he downed the last of his drink and allowed his glistening eyes to slowly shift through the crowd once more. A few bodies caught his eye, but none jumped out at him. Giving a slight noise of annoyance, he figured actions would speak louder than his gaze, and he abandoned his glass, slipping towards the dance floor in a smooth amble. He allowed his hips swing to and fro as he walked, drawing a couple of stares from males and females alike. However, the ones that were looking at him were not prey-worthy. He didn't even offer them a fleeting smirk or wink as he brushed by them, moving sleekly into the crowd of dancing fools.
Arriving just in time
Who's dying to be mine?
Once he was being pressed against on all sides by writhing, sweating bodies, he allowed his languid movements to become noticed even more so. His tight, dark gray jeans outlined his well-toned bottom as he swayed it back and forth, his hips rolling to the heavy beats of the song that had started.
Let me survey the scene
Good fight, now keep it clean
He closed his eyes for a moment, only to open them with the utmost care. They remained slightly lidded, though he allowed them to be full of alluring need as he raised his arms a little, running his hands through the back of long, stark-white locks. His chest came forward, and he could feel the gazes of the other dancers switch to him as he began moving. His movements were expert and captivating as his narrow hips swung back and forth in a smooth and tantalizing manner. The subtle curves rolled sensually with each beat of the song. He allowed the music to flow through him, controlling his seductive and fluid motions with each flick of his wrist and swing of his ass.
How will this evening go
Two lips to crack the code
He caught somebody staring, and he rose his lips in a smirk and gave them a wink before turning away, allowing his hips to roll once more, the music pouring over him like a blanket of desire. His body quickly became slick with perspiration as he tipped his chin back, allowing the high of the situation to soak into him. The writhing bodies and the booming music began to sink into his skin, giving him an almost euphoric feeling. He had done this ritual many times before, and his body could sense what act it would be participating in later that night.
Then now above them all
I hear the silence call
Up until now, the bodies around him simply brushed against him, covering him in their disgusting sweat, but suddenly he felt a body from behind grind into him. The body rolled into his, flesh hot against him despite the layers of clothing. Bakura swiveled his body backwards, his hips melding against the mysterious dancer behind him. He let smirk take his face as the definitely male body rutted into his behind. He allowed the other dancer's hands to attach to his hips, ghosting over the clothed flesh in a sensual manner. It sent hungry shivers up his body.
It's a melodic, erotic, hypnotic kind of dance
The way the music controls you and the touch of your hand
Bakura found himself spinning around, blinded momentarily by a flashing light. This did little deter him as he ran his own hands keenly down his body, ignoring the blindness that quickly dissipated into a few spots in his vision.
A pair of glistening lavender eyes met his own umber gaze.
Mesmerized by your eyes and the way you move
We can dance all night to this hypnotic groove
Bakura shifted forward, being tugged by an unknown gravitational force, his body moving as smoothly as liquid as he closed the space between the owner of the unique gaze. Through the flashing lights and his own haphazard arctic bangs, Bakura made out a light brown angular face and a long yet handsomely sculpted nose. The nostrils flared as the man groped for air in the suffocating tangle of euphoric bodies.
As soon as [s]he caught my eye
Now lingers up your thighs
His lips quirked upwards in appreciation as he moved into the man of his current interest. He gave his hips a roll and boldly rutted against the other man, not bothering to hide his desires as he stared in a flirtatious manner. Lilac eyes, though lidded and blurred with the influence of alcohol, managed to concentrate enough to regard the man that had so audaciously ground against him. Tanned lips went upwards in a smirk, and he pushed his hips forward eagerly, rubbing himself against the other man.
To you I gravitate
Can't help but to delay
A pair of hands ghosted over his thighs up to his hips. It sent more needy tingles through his body despite the layers of clothes separating brown digits from his hot, pallid skin. Purposely biting his lip to add a desirable effect, he gazed longingly at this stranger, allowing his sexual charm to come off of his body in waves. The two shared heat as Bakura leaned in, rolling his hips to meet the other's yearning grinds.
Keep moving if you dare
Surviving almost there
Bakura's waist swiveled in expert movements; his hips flicked from one side to the next, moving rapidly to the beat of the song that was currently playing. The beat filled his veins, causing his blood to race at an alarming rate. The crimson satin button-up was already free from the top few buttons but he still reached up with tantalizing fingers and flicked another button from its hole, revealing more of his stark-white chest that glowed in the flashing lights. The mystery man bit his tanned bottom lip as he watched the action, his eyes raw with lust.
That cool that's on your lips
I'll break it with my hips
The paler man smirked as he watched the other; the look on his face was delicious and priceless. Bakura reveled in his reactions as he continued to draw his hands up his own body, up to his hair, where he ran his fingers through the tangled strands before he flicked his head and flipped the untamed locks. The action rid his face of annoying bangs for the time being. He allowed himself to lean in further, deep into the other man's personal space and ground his hips and his chest into his subtly toned body.
It's a melodic, erotic, hypnotic kind of dance
The way the music controls you and the touch of your hand
The other took grip of his hips again, drawing his palms down across his thighs and to his ass, which he boldly groped. The pale man licked his lips at the delicious contact, though he didn't allow himself to touch the other male yet. Instead, he let this stranger touch him all over, his fingers being controlled by the beat of the music.
Mesmerized by your eyes and the way you move
We can dance all night to this hypnotic groove
As Bakura swiveled, he allowed his gaze to drift down the other man's body. His sweaty skin was shimmering bronze in the obscure light, while his tight, black tanktop was plastered against his moistened chest, hiding nothing. The muscles underneath were subtle, causing small yet attractive curves that made the pale man lick his lips. He wanted his tongue all over this man he decided, as his gaze raked over strong arms. The stranger's hips didn't move as fluidly as his own; his hips were more square, making his movements wide and jerky. This Bakura did not mind; the sloppy motions had their own desirable charm.
It's your melodic, erotic, hypnotic hold on me
Captivated by your sexuality
He was locked in now. He allowed his body to become lost in the lovely sensation of being touched all over and to be ground into. He continued to gyrate, showing off his assets through effortless, enticing actions. The other was staring at him with hunger glistening deep within his blurred, lavender irises. He had a drunken haze about him, but he obviously had enough cognitive thought to recognize the sexual God dancing against him.
Yeah, don't back up now, feel the rhythm of two
We can go all night to this hypnotic groove
Bakura came forward even more, pressing his heaving chest against the other, his eyes glittering dangerously. They shared the same air now, hot breath washing over each other's faces as they ground close. The paler man still kept his hands to himself, touching his own body and moving them to the music, though not for long. The smirk on his lips grew as he mouthed the words to the song breathlessly, rosy flesh moving in a smooth and tantalizing manner. The way his mouth hovered over the other man's was meant to be teasing; he was not about to kiss the stranger. He never kissed a one night stand.
Entranced now by your eyes
You've got me hypnotized
Hypnotized...
Hypnotized...
Hypnotized...
Hypnotized...
He drew his pink tongue over his fleshy lips before whipping around, pressing his ass pointedly against the dancer's crouch and gazing back at him provocatively. He rolled himself backwards to rut his buttocks and back against the other, his fluid hips moving seductively against the other man's crouch. A pair of brown hands found Bakura's hips once more, and within a few motions, they were grinding in unison together, movements perfectly synced with each other.
It's a melodic, erotic, hypnotic kind of dance,
The way the music controls you and the touch of your hand
As he moved his body, he bent his knees a little and reached behind him to wrap his arms around the other dancer's neck. The action forced the other man to move closer and to grind his whole front against Bakura's backside. He shivered deliciously as he felt the hot body against his own. It was then that the other made a bold move and removed one his hands from Bakura's gyrating hips to remove Bakura's hair from the side of his neck. Then he felt hot lips.
Mesmerized by your eyes and the way you move
We can dance all night to this hypnotic groove.
His moan was drowned out by the booming music as he tipped his chin to the side, allowing the pair of supple lips more access. Several delectable trembles passed through his spine as the hot flesh sucked at the soft, sensitive surface. To coax more of these bold actions, he carefully aimed another hip-roll backwards, purposely rutting up against what Bakura knew was a hard-on. The other dancer shivered into his back, the brown digits on his waist tightening exceedingly. A husky moan brushed against Bakura's exposed ear and he shuddered at the heavenly voice of the other.
Melodic, erotic, hypnotic hold on me
Captivated by your sexuality
He became lost to the insatiable sensation of the dancer's hot mouth against his neck, the hard-on rutting against his behind, and the hands that were greedily groping at his thighs. His fingers ran through the other mane's hair, and with a quick flick of his gaze, he conformed the long locks were the color of golden hay, which made his partner even more exotic.
Yeah, don't back up now, feel the rhythm of two
We can go all night to this hypnotic groove
Hands continued to explore his body, drawing up his thighs and hips before slipping under the thin fabric of his shirt. A trill-like noise escaped his throat as strong fingers found the bare skin of his front. His body jolted with euphoric electricity at the skin on skin contact. His body eagerly responded to the delicious touches; he arched his upper back into the other dancer's and pushed his abdomen forward into the pair of searching hands. His skin twitched desperately under bronze palms and brown digits that grazed his pallid flesh
It's a melodic, erotic, hypnotic hold on me
The way the music controls you and the touch of your hand
A moan bubbled against his throat when the hands trailed down his front, growing ever closer to his groin. Fingers came down to the front of his jeans, daring to brush against his crotch. The light contact was enough for Bakura to snap his eyes open and roll his body eagerly into the awaiting palm with a wild groan that was lost in the music.
Mesmerized by your eyes and the way you move
We can dance all night to this hypnotic groove
He turned to meet his dance partner chest-to-chest once again, his chocolate eyes gazing with undisguised lust. He locked his arms around the others neck once more, allowing his hips to gyrate freely against the other man's. Using this moment, he studied the other man once again. He took in every glistening angle of his handsome face; every luscious movement of his enticing bronze body.
It's your melodic, erotic, hypnotic hold on me
Captivated by your sexuality
Bakura wanted his tongue and hands all over this insatiable body. His face was close as they breathed the same air, his mouth hanging open as he regarded the other through lidded, wanton eyes. The other dancer was staring back with blatant desire pooling in his lavender irises. His pink tongue flicked out to slowly trail across his fleshy lips, leaving a glistening path of moistness in its wake. He kept his gaze locked with Bakura's, a devilish smirk developing on his light brown features.
Yeah, don't back up now, feel the rhythm of two
We can go all night to this hypnotic groove
The action pooled arousal into Bakura's lower regions, much to his disdain. To become so turned-on in such a short while was unheard of for the white-haired man. However, he went along with it, allowing himself to rub against the other man's front again, making his lewd desires obvious. His eyes glistened dangerously as the other man shook against him, hands eagerly trailing up and down his sides.
Entranced now by your eyes
You've got me hypnotized
Hypnotized...
Hypnotized...
Hypnotized...
Hypnotized...[1]
They continued grinding as the song faded out. Their gazes remained locked, mouths inches away from one another. Bakura, after a few moments of enjoying the high they were in, finally twitched his lip upwards.
"What's your name?"
This caught the other man by surprise. He looked as if he were calculating the question – as if he had forgotten his own name – but then he responded confidently.
"Marik. Why does it matter?"
The husky voice of the other man sent shivers down Bakura's spine, adding more desire into the quickly developing pool of arousal. The pale man wrapped his arms a bit tighter around his narrow neck, drawing the other closer so he could lean forward and whisper into his partner's ear, his hot breath brushing the sensitive skin.
"Because that's the name I'm going to be screaming, Marik."
He drew back to see the reaction, and he certainly wasn't disappointed. The other stared at him with undisguised shock and lust.
"That's a bold statement," he finally growled in a slurred manner, his hands finding Bakura's clothed butt cheeks. "How do you know that's going to happen?"
Bakura gave a scoff, "Like you could fucking reject me." He rutted up against the other body, his eyes glistening dangerously.
"You're pretty fuckin' confident," Marik drawled hotly.
"It's one of my best qualities," Bakura returned, narrowing his eyes.
"Tch." The other simply replied, "I'd have to say this is actually." He gave the ass he was groping a generous squeeze while licking his lips.
Bakura gave a moan, "You haven't even seen it."
"I will."
"Oh?" A smirk came across his lips, "Does that mean I was right in my assumption that I'll be screaming your name tonight?"
"...Shit," the other grumbled, mostly to himself.
Bakura sniggered, pushing himself toward against the other, "Let's get the fuck out of here, then." His smirk grew wild, "Somewhere a bit more private? Unless you want to continue here..." his fingers slid devilishly down Marik's body, meeting the hem of his jeans.
For a split moment, the other man looked as if he was going to consider going down on him right there and then, but he suddenly backed away, much to Bakura's disappointment. He stared at Bakura with strangely clear eyes despite his obvious drunken state before responding.
"My flat is nearby."
He then turned and trailed his way through the crowd. Bakura smirked eagerly and hurried after him.
And now it's time to feast.
o o o
Marik could hardly believe he was doing this. Here he was, dragging a total stranger – whom he didn't even know the name of – into the elevator that lead up to his floor. The walk to his complex had been very quick and desperate, broken only by impatient quips and lewd retorts. He was quickly finding that this stranger was extremely cocky and feisty – it reminded Marik painfully of him. Though, with each petty quarrel, he found himself becoming more and more turned on.
By the time they were off the elevator, it took Marik all of his strength to not jump the man in the hallway. He certainly could – however, he didn't want to get bitched at by the grumpy elderly couple next door or be thrown out of the complex. So, he restrained himself as he approached the door of his apartment, groping for his keys.
...When he didn't find them, he panicked.
"Looking for these?"
Marik whipped around and saw the stranger was twirling the key ring in his finger, a brow cocked upwards and a snide grin on his lips. With a snarl, Marik ripped the keys from his partner.
"What the hell?"
The other shrugged, "You weren't paying attention. It was easy pickings. Now hurry up."
"Don't tell me what to do." He slurred with a glare before his shoved his way into the apartment. "I –"
Marik couldn't even start his sentence before the other was on him, pinning him against the wall and eagerly attacking his jeweled neck. He gasped at the assault, but quickly melted at the incredible touch of the other man, his hot mouth exploring the entirety of his throat. He groaned, just barely remembering to reach out and shut the front door before he turned his full attention to the paler man.
He wasted no time groping the other's front, ridding him of the satin button-up that made him so unbelievably attractive. Brown fingers explored the stark-white front of the other. Marik took a moment to appreciate the stranger in front of him, who was gazing at him with undisguised, intense lust. He licked his tan lips, drawing his hands up and down the scrawny chest of the other man. He didn't have much muscle about him, but his thin body gave him an entirely different appeal. His lanky limbs and thin hips looked so ravegable it made Marik's mouth water.
"Like what you see?" The other asked, his eyes glistening in the dim of his darkened flat.
"You have absolutely no meat on your bones," Marik chastised, a scowl on his face.
"That wasn't a denial," he retorted with a victorious smirk.
"Shut up." Marik hissed as he grabbed the stranger by the wrist and dragged him none-too-kindly down the hallway. He pushed his way into the bedroom, which was swathed in shadows. The only light came from the dazzling city of Domino outside the grimy window.
"Nice bed," the other snorted as he yanked his wrist away and sauntered over to it, regarding the purple satin fondly. "I'm going to enjoy getting fucked into it."
The lewd comment went straight down to his crotch, but Marik chose not to reply as he strode over to the other, whipping the other around and licking his lips. He was intent on kissing the other, but instead, the paler man tipped his chin back, giving Marik a silent invitation. He gave into the request, attacking the other man's neck with his hot mouth. The other welcomed the assault with a groan, his fingers greedily groping at Marik's tank top.
Marik growled in response to this and detached his mouth from the other man, only to give him a rough push onto the bed. The other was taken by surprise and landed unceremoniously against the messy sheets. He went with it though and laid back on the mattress, fiddling with his belt and buttons while his partner yanked off his shoes and socks. Within moments, the paler man laid in nothing but tight black briefs, the front bulging with his straining manhood.
Marik bit his lip, coming down on the man hungrily and grinding into him. The other moved his wonderful body with the same perfection he had at the club, only this time, Marik could see the way his bare, stark-white skin rippled. His unmarred skin was smooth beneath Marik's searching fingers. While the tanner man touched his partner all over the place, he was busy shoving his hands down the back of his pants, giving his bare bronze ass a fond grope.
He hummed almost dreamily in response before shoving the hands away, glaring at the other man through drunk, angry eyes. "Wait 'til I take them off first."
The other scoffed, "Hurry the fuck up then... unless you want me to do it for you." There was a devilish glint in his eye as he licked his lips, "With my mouth."
Marik swatted him on the chest, "I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself." He began fumbling with his belt while he attempted to kick off his shoes at the same time. He succeeded in making himself look like a drunken fool before he finally lost balance and ended up on the shag carpet, moaning about an aching ass.
His partner let out a boisterous laugh, clenching his stomach as Marik glared daggers at him, "Oh man, either you're a fucking idiot or you're drunk off your ass."
"Shut up!" Marik snarled, kicking off his shoes and socks before standing up, giving the other man a haughty stare, "I'm not an idiot or drunk. I meant to fall."
He blinked before letting out another cruel laugh, only fueling Marik's temper. "You're both! You're a drunk fucking idiot!" He hooted, rolling around against the sheets.
Marik hissed, pouncing on him and swatting his chest, "Shut up, God, your voice is fucking annoying! And so is your laugh!"
"Annoying...? Or sexy as hell?" The change in his voice was immense as he deliberately lowered it the tone, allowing his maroon eyes to become half lidded. He stared up at Marik, seduction glittering in his irises.
Marik growled. Now he was just annoyed because the other man's voice was as sexy as hell. He swatted him again, though not as hard. "It's still annoying," he responded venomously.
"My, my, you act similarity to a child," the other cocked a white brow. "How old are you?"
"That doesn't matter to you."
"Tch. Probably not old enough to drink – that explains why you obviously can't handle your alcohol."
"Oh my God, shut up. I dragged you here for sex, not banter!"
"Oh, I don't know about that," the other began, lifting a finger and dragging it across Marik's neck, causing him to shiver. "I'm finding all of this quite..." he rolled his hips upwards, causing the tanner man to tremble, "...arousing."
Marik bit his lip, continuing to glare down at the other man. "That only makes one of us."
"Oh? Only one?" He tipped his head to the side, disrupting the arctic pool that framed his face against the bed sheets. "That what's this?" His palm found the front of Marik's pants, and he gave a violent shudder. "I don't think that's a packer or a wad of socks in there."
Marik's glare was weak now, much to his disdain, "O-of course it isn't."
"Was that a stutter? Am I right?" He let out a cruel laugh, "Are you actually a woman?"
Marik's temper flared, "Of course I'm not a woman! Do I even look like one?!" He gestured to his entire body wildly. Obviously he was not picking up the joke.
"For all I know, you could be on hormone therapy," The other continued to mock.
Marik sat back and got off the bed, "Hormone therapy couldn't do this," he growled, ripping off both his pants and boxers in angry fistfuls.
"O-oh... no... no it can't," the other smirked as his hungry gaze raked over Marik's swollen length. It was only then that Marik realized the other had been playing him. He let out an angry sigh, coming forward and grabbing his partner's briefs, violently ripping them off. He grinned victoriously when he saw he was noticeably bigger, though the other didn't seem very ashamed about that fact.
"I can't wait to have that in my ass," the other commented shamelessly after a moment of openly staring at his ever-growing manhood. The sentence had been so bold and provocative it made heat rise to Marik's cheeks and his cock jump in a fresh wave of arousal.
Marik leaned over him, taking a moment to enjoy the fact he was about to have sex with somebody other than him. Strangely, being with the same man intimately his whole life didn't cause him to be shy, though he fumbled a little. He wasn't used to leading, but he found very quickly that he liked it. He loved the way the stranger's body wriggled beneath him as he latched his mouth to a pallid collarbone, dragging his teeth and lips down across his chest.
He sucked at a pink nipple, taking the sensitive nub in his mouth. The other man responded well, tangling his pale fingers into blond locks and giving them an eager tug. It hurt, but Marik ignored this and instead bit down on the bit of sensitive flesh in his mouth, grinning internally as the other man cried out shamelessly, pushing his chest up greedily.
Marik found as he went that the stranger certainly loved being bitten. Eventually, a majority of his beautiful chest was covered in developing bruises and hickeys. The marks trailed lower and lower, halting right near the other man's area of need. Marik pointedly avoided his area as he lifted his face and chest, his chin covered in saliva.
The other man was anything but modest in his responses. He had no qualms about letting himself be heard; with every little touch, he drawled out long chains of moans.
"God, you never shut up do you?" Marik asked as he licked his lips, tasting the stranger on his tongue.
"Nope." He responded breathlessly, "Now why don't you put that mouth where it matters."
Marik regarded him for a moment, his brows furrowed."Tell me your name first."
The stranger's eyes glinted with suspicious surprise before he scoffed, "There's no reason for you to know my name."
"Oh, and there's a reason for you to know mine?" Marik asked, sitting back on the stranger's hips and crossing his arms.
"I already told you the reason why I need to know your name..." his tone lowered, and his smirk grew, "...Marik." He finished in a sultry manner, causing Marik to shiver violently with desire.
"Just tell me your name!"
The stranger shrugged, resting the back of his head against his interlocked hands. "Nah."
Marik grumbled irritably and got off the other man, "Whatever. I'll get it out of you. Turn around." He then turned away and began digging around in his nightstand.
He raised a brow, but he followed Marik's directions. Once he was on his stomach, he shamelessly spread his legs and exposed what never saw sunlight. He arched his back, pushing his ass off the bed and sticking his cheeks in the air, staring back at Marik with a seductive glint in his maroon eyes. The tanner man put his palms to the soft cheeks, massaging the tender flesh with his fingers. He bit his lip, using one of his hand to spread the cheeks fully apart while he used the other to flip the cap off the bottle he had retrieved from his nightstand. He held the bottle above the exposed entrance and allowed the thick yet opaque goo to spill over it. The stranger shuddered as the cold goop hit such a sensitive area.
Marik kept his palm pressed against his cheek, but rubbed his thumb against the hole, massaging the ring of muscle and sliding lubrication across the flesh. His partner groaned, moving his hips against Marik's ministrations. Then Marik shoved his thumb in, digging his slick finger deep into the awaiting entrance. The paler man hissed at the sudden intrusion, the muscles tightening around Marik's finger.
"I'm sure you've done this often enough to know to relax," Marik scoffed, his glare going unseen by the man who had his face buried into the purple sheets.
"Excuse me, are you trying to tell me how to have sex?" The other cruelly laughed, casting a glare over his shoulders.
"I'm just telling you to fucking relax."
He pulled his thumb out from the heat, this time covering his fingers in the lubricant before shoving them through the tight barrier, enjoying the hiss of pain that came from the other man. A crude sneer on his face, he scissored his fingers, stretching the hole open.
The other man was shaking, but much to Marik's surprise, there was a sadistic smirk on his face. He looked back at Marik, his tongue flicking out to moisten his rosy lips, "If you're trying to hurt me to get leverage, it isn't going to work."
"God, you freak." Marik scoffed, shoving his fingers into the tight warmth down to the knuckle. Soon, the other man was properly prepared, and Marik slid his fingers out. He reached over to the nightstand, riffling through the drawer until he tugged out a little packet.
The other man rolled partially onto his side, glaring at the condom Marik was opening. "Don't bother with that. I hate those."
Marik looked at him patronizingly, "I'm not getting some sort of fucked up disease from you."
He scoffed, "I'm clean. Don't bother with that, I fucking hate them."
"Well that's too damn bad."
With a growl, the man flashed forward and snatched the packet away. Marik's eyes widened, "Hey – give that back, you ass!"
He laid back on the bed, holding it far above his head as Marik crawled over him, reaching for the rubber with a trail of angry curses leaving his lips. The other snickered cruelly, kicking him away with surprisingly strong legs. He tore at the condom with his canines, successfully ripping it in half and throwing the torn pieces to the ground.
Marik narrowed his eyes and snarled, "That was the one I had you idiot!"
The other sat up and sniggered cruelly, "The only one you had?"
He jumped to his feet, his fists clenched, "I had a steady partner up until now; there was no reason for them!"
"Tch." He rolled his eyes, fixing Marik with an irritated scowl, "Calm the fuck down. I'm clean, I swear. And it's not like I'm going to be getting pregnant, so there's no point in wearing one of those useless devices."
"Like I know you're clean," Marik scoffed in disbelief as he finally stood up from the floor.
"You wound me, Marik." He replied, tipping his head in mock offense. He laid his stomach against the bed again, spreading his legs once more. He gave Marik an almost bored look – one that made his blood boil – and raised his brow. "You gonna fuck me now or not?"
Marik bit his lip, trying to ignore the way his cock jumped in fresh arousal at the enticing sight in front of him much to his annoyance. In all honesty, he was ready to kick out this infuriating man and just forget about the whole thing, but through his drunken mind and aroused haze, he decided to grab the lube and kneel on the bed behind the stranger.
"Get on your hands and knees," he commanded none-too-kindly, reopening the bottle and applying a liberal amount to his length, shuddering at the sudden contact.
The other obeyed without qualm, crouching on his knees and elbows, spreading his legs and exposing the slick entrance. Marik took a grasp of his own erection with one hand, and spread the cheeks even wider with the other. Still fueled by all of the irritation he had been succumbed to, he wasn't gentle as he pushed his way in, barely giving the stranger a chance to adjust once he was completely sheathed. He felt the passage tighten around him as the other man quivered, letting out a long, low groan.
"F-fuck..." He growled under his breath, causing Marik to smirk in triumph.
He grabbed both of the other man's pallid hips, digging his palms into the protruding bone, and allowed himself to move out until only the head was lodged in the suffocating heat. With a quick jerk, he was completely sheathed again, and the man below him grunted, his fingers curling into the sheets. Marik let out a low moan of his own, becoming captivated by the tight heat that surrounded his aching need.
He dug his fingers into the other man's hips, feeling his stubby nails nearly pierce skin as he began setting up a rhythmic pace of movement. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, biting back the groans that threatened to erupt from his throat. He refused to be as vocal as his partner, who had yet to go even a second without letting out some sort of pleased moan.
"Fuck – fuck – fuck," he was groaning into the bed sheets, not shy about showing his pleasure whatsoever.
"God – do you ever shut up?" Marik panted irritably his skin beginning to become moist with a fresh wave of perspiration.
"I believe we established that I don't." The other man snorted, his hips rolling back to meet Marik's in a sloppy slap of flesh on flesh.
Marik groaned in a combination of exasperation and gratification, pushing forward with a wave of extra power, letting his emotions slip away, only to be replaced by instinct. All his hurt, all his hatred and all his anger that he had experienced lately washed away. It became replaced with a growing feeling exactly as he jerked into his partner, letting the overwhelming heat suck him in. Any and all irritation melted into pleasure. He pushed out a throaty groan through his lips, absolutely loving the tightness that was surrounding him. It was no wonder his previous partner enjoyed to lead.
With the fleeting thought of him, he let out a growl, throwing his hips forward with even more fervor, causing the one below him to let out an extra harsh cry.
"Yes – right there – do it again." He commanded huskily.
Marik tried to remember how he did it. He aimed again, this time sliding in a downward direction like he had prior. Like his previous thrust, his length rutted up against his partner's sensitive gland, and his whole body shuddered. Another trill escaped his lips, and his toes curled against the sheets.
The sight was truly one to behold, and Marik couldn't help but give a victorious smirk. Now that he had found the 'sweet spot', he had every intention of hitting it with every thrust of his hips. The smug grin still on his features, he threw himself forward, aiming for the spot as often as possible. The man below him did nothing to disguise his overwhelming pleasure as he mewled and writhed. His fingers groped at satin, and his back quivered.
"Faster – fuck – Marik!" The other hissed, pushing his hips back to meet Marik's.
Hearing his name shouted caused him to shiver eagerly. Attempting to gain more leverage, he put his palms to his partner's back and pushed him onto his side against the bed. His length slid out, and they both let out a disgruntled noise at the loss of intimate contact. He threw one of the other man's stark-white legs over his shoulder and thrust into him again, fucking him on his side.
The position had been shifted in a moment of desperation, and once he re-entered the suffocating heat, he let out a husky moan. The man beneath him truly knew how to move to meet his own thrusts, his body moving as fluidly as water.
When he had first spotted him on the dance floor, he had been absolutely mesmerized by the way he was moving, it had been impossible for him to ignore such a beautiful, unique looking man. When he gyrated his hips and ran his fingers through his long hair, Marik's breath had gotten caught in his throat, and his mouth had gone dry. He wanted nothing more than to touch the fabulous ass that swung in expert, fluid movements. And so he approached him, and in a bold move on his part, he rutted against him, at once becoming captivated by his movements.
And now, he was fucking him senseless into the bed. His previous discomfort and hatred he had been feeling just a couple hours ago had melted away entirely. All he knew now was his partner's glorious, insatiable heat.
"Faster," the other panted, barely managing words between his groans. He pressed the side of his face against the bed, his lips curling back in uncontrollable moans, "Ah – Marik! Fuck."
Marik bit his lips, driving his hips forward. His thrusts became shallow and quick as he aimed solely for his partner's prostate, hitting it roughly with each swift movement.
"What's – what's your name?" Marik asked breathlessly, somehow managing to form coherent words in his haze of lust.
The other groaned, "Marik."
He growled, suddenly halting, his length halfway inside his partner's passage. He fixed him with a glare – though it probably didn't look like it given how fuzzy and lidded his eyes were. "Your name isn't Marik."
"For fuck's sake," the paler man growled, looking almost deranged in his sudden anger, "It doesn't matter what my name is. Just fuck me."
Marik grunted. He was stubborn by nature, but gratification was so close... he sighed impatiently, but he began his movements again, at once picking up the rhythmic pace he had lost.
The smirk came across his partner's face again, and he let out a contented moan. He wrapped his fingers around his length and began jerking in timing with Marik's thrusts, his whole body blushing with overwhelming heat and arousal.
Release was growing close, but part of Marik wanted to hold it off as long as possible. He wanted to enjoy an explosive orgasm at its highest potential, but there was no way he had enough self-control to hold out. He threw his hips forward, groaning at the tight heat that sucked him in with each thrust. His nails dug into his partner's pallid thigh in a desperate manner as he groped for leverage to go even deeper, to move even faster.
A pool was welling within his lower regions. He could feel it grow, pressing forward, pushing him to the edge. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting himself become lost in sensation as the pool came forward in a violent orgasm. Hot semen filled his partner as he rode out his orgasm, a long, pleasured groan pushing through his lips.
His partner moaned, licking at his lips, "So hot – ah –!" He bit at his lips, jerking his palm even quicker to come to his own violent release. His semen ended up all over his stomach and Marik's sheets as he laid and quivered in the remaining moments of his high. Meanwhile. Marik pulled himself out, grunting as a thin stream of liquid followed, only adding to the mess on his bed sheets.
He rolled onto his back and struggled to catch his breath. His chest heaved with effort for a few minutes, sweat still covering his body. His partner was doing the same, but he recovered far quicker, and eventually rolled over to stare directly at Marik, who just gave him a perplexed look.
"Bakura."
"What?"
He rolled his eyes, his next words coming out almost as a growl, "I'm not repeating myself."
"Bakura?" Marik tried the name on his tongue, enjoying how powerful and attractive it felt. "Is that your name?"
"Gee, what the fuck do you think?"
Marik smirked at the quip, putting his hands behind his head as 'Bakura' shifted his position so that he was sitting on Marik's hips. He leaned down, licking his lips, "You ready?"
Marik looked confused again, "For what?"
"Round two."
[1] Song is Hypnotized by Simon Curtis.
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