Author: A Bit of Happiness
Part: 1/1
Pairing (s): Bakura/Kaiba and Malik/Kaiba.
Genre: Yu-gi-oh
Rating: R
Warning: swearing, slash (or yaoi or anything you want to call)
Archive: fanfiction.net and "Following Darkness".
Disclaimer: The characters are Kazuki Takahashi's properties. I make no money off of this.
Notes: Yami Malik is referred to as Malik. He is in Domino School and not blown into the Shadow Realm because I like him.

 

Hot was the only word that could describe my feelings right now. The summer heat was eating every fiber of my body, and draining of all my strength. With a portion of my tongue out and head on the table, right now I must be looking like a lapped dog, thirsting for water or anything which could possibly reduce my body's temperature. My shirt had long been pulled off my pants, a few buttons undone despite of the school's rule about uniforms. It was too fucking hot for my tolerance. I didn't really understand why school required us to wear such thick uniforms that included a coat no matter which season it was.

Oh, good heavens! I wanted ice-cream! A fan! A cold shower! A swim!

On the board, our history teacher with his eyes half-closed, continued to drone on about how beautiful Ancient Egypt was thousands year ago.

Beautiful! Beautiful, my ass!

He knew nothing, yet pretending as if he was the last living witness of the great ancient kingdom.

My fingers idly flicked a pencil around as I glanced at the rest of the class. Most of them, including Yami, were sleeping with their heads bobbing up and down as if they were answering the old man's rhetoric questions.

I turned to my right side where Malik was making a hole in his table with the Millennium Rod, and moved my eyes up one table to my object of affection who happened to be Kaiba.

He was sitting with his back so straight, scribbling down everything the old man said, and sometimes marking some lines in his textbook, his blue eyes deep and concentrated.

As if teasing me, Kaiba titled his head slightly on the right which caused a few strands fell into his eyes. Sweeping the soft locks away, he gracefully stuck them behind his ear, and then that same hand trailed to his cheek, down to his neck and left to settle down on the table.

I gave a soft groan in frustration. Kaiba was so near me now that if I reached my hand out, and leaned forward a little, I could touch and feel that pale skin under my palm. Swallowing hard at the mental images, I sighed and started day-dreaming.

How to catch Kaiba right now?

Running for all possible ideas, I paused at the most subtle and gentle way - first, getting his attention, second, seducing him with my sexy look, third, pulling him into the swimming pool, and finally, having hot and steamy sex!

Slowly, I started to tap my pencil on the table, and quickly increased the speed. Blue eyes turned towards me for a brief moment and then away. Just like that. It was so fast that I couldn't catch the emotions in his sapphire orbs but I thought it was a good beginning. Soon, after the end of this seducing period, those beautiful eyes would be clouded with passion and lust and he would call my name in that sweet voice of his.

Bringing my pencil down again, I hoped he would turn back and see my blazing desire for him.

||Turn back, my beloved. Look at me, la belle.||

"Can you stop that crap?" Malik said irritably between his drilling task; the hole's diameter was a mire larger than a pencil's. It seemed I had sung out loud without realizing it myself.

"What if I don't, bitch?"

"Who are you calling bitch, you shitty head?" The violet eyed Egyptian provoked and sneered, but somehow, I didn't feel like to insult him back today and returned my attention to Kaiba who didn't even give me a glance.

I certainly didn't like it at all but . . . I now had another plan.

"Hey, Ishtar, you don't like me to do these?" I pointed at my pencil and then my throat.

"You've just called me Ishtar?" Malik looked at me warily with his mouth slightly open, "What do you have in mind?"

"You know," I smirked inside; it was easy to bait the brunette - easier than Yami and Kaiba, at least. "I will stop if you let me borrow your Millennium Rod. How is that?"

"Fuck off, tomb robber. No way in hell."

Malik half-turned his back towards me, pretending to read his textbook as if he was really taking attention to the lecture. I didn't give up that easily.

"Ouch, I'm hurt, Ishtar. Is that your way to treat your companion? I just borrow it a little. Five minutes! I promise to give it back to you after 5 minutes or another way to say it, 360 seconds."

"Forget it."

"Ishtar," pleaded I as best as I could but it sounded deceiving even to my ears. No wonder why Malik didn't buy it.

"No!"

/Sonovabitch!/ I cursed inside but tried again.

"Well, how about a game?"

Now, that captured Malik's attention. He glanced towards me and abandoned his book, large eyes flashing interest.

"Listen, Ishtar! If I loose, I will let you alone with your digging business. (Actually, I can dig your own grave if you ask me but it's another matter.) In case I emerge victorious, you have to use that rod and send a message to someone for me."

"Just a message? Very well. I accept your challenge but I'm afraid we can't duel right here because this is not a dueling ground, and I'm certainly not one fucked up crazy asshole who can blow up the class like you."

I could see that the vicious Egyptian was taking pleasure of insulting me, but I had to swallow my pride down.

"We're not playing a dark game here. Let's see. Right now, I'm having an interesting game in my mind. I shall call it 'Inner Eye Game'. Interested?"

An eyebrow rose, which also meant the bastard was on his way to fall into my trap.

"Well, the game is very simple. I pick one person in this class, and we'll guess her underwear color. Sound good enough?"

"You sick fuck with a deranged mind, I don't know what you have in your mind but . . ."

"Don't tell me you want to back away from a challenge. You're already in."

I jeered and looked around the class, passed some black heads, a round and brown head, a messy blond head and stopped at . . . a spiky head.

"Let's start with Yami. He's wearing pink boxers! End turn!"

Malik regarded Yami for a moment, looking thoughtful, and then turned back to me.

"I believe he has black boxers because he always dresses in black!"

Then Malik kicked Yami's shin, and woke the sleeping Pharaoh who hotly glanced up with a clear intention to murder.

"Yami Malik?"

"It's not time for good morning, Yami. What color is your underwear?"

The expression on Yami's face was priceless - he was gasping, scowling, and blushing at the same time. I thought I could die because of laughing.

"Excuse me? You son of a bitch with moral safely fucked off! What's in your sick mind?"

Malik refused to listen more and looked back at me, his cheek tinted red. I now wondered why he didn't blush before he asked.

"My turn. Let's pick another one. Anzu is wearing white panties!" I declared.

"It's pink. End turn!" Malik ended his much briefer sentence, and moved his Millennium Rod. Instantly, an invisible wind swept pass Anzu and blew up her skirt.

White panties as expected.

"I won and now you will do as I say!" I declared shortly and quickly whispered into Malik's ear before he even thought of murdering me.

"Use that stick of yours to send the word 'SEX' into Kaiba's mind. That's all!"

Malik frowned at me, but being a not very decent but honorable man/boy he was, admitted his defeated.

"I lost to you this time but never expect it again, Tomb Robber! I see what you're having in your twisted mind now. Fine."

************* End Bakura's POV *************

Holding the Millennium Rod tightly in one hand, Malik brought a book up with his other to cover it in case the diffused light took anyone's attention. Bakura looked at him in expectation while Yami was in a puzzled and confused state with a lightest hint of earlier embarrassment on his cheeks.

With one swift move of his twist that connected Kaiba's mind and his, Malik mouthed the word Bakura much thought about.

/Sex./

Kaiba instantly went stiff, alerted, and looked around for the source of the voice. Again that silky voice echoed, started slowly but turned louder and clearer with time.

/Kaiba. Have you ever had sex with another man? I would like to show you right now! First, tell me how do you want it. Sweet and gentle sex or hard and bloody sex? I, of course, prefer the second one but it's all your choice./

The blue-eyed youth blushed and shook his head in a vain attempt to clear his confused mind, sweats gathering on his temples and running down in large beads.

/I must be crazy to think about these./

/Think so if you might. I'm here to show you the passion and pleasure . . ./

Malik continued to whisper silent words and completely distracted Kaiba from the lecture.

/Shhh . . . why don't you stop talking and just feel? Look at my hands. They are now entwined in your hair and rubbing softly. Doesn't it feel good?/

Kaiba shuddered as he started to feel as if his clothes were being removed. Hot and wet lips nipped his fingers gently, quickly running up his arm, following the contours to his shoulder blade and stopping at his neck where they started a series of sloppy kisses.

Malik behind him was licking his Millennium Rod in an erotic manner and delivering all to him. On his left, Bakura was in a dreaming state while Yami on his right looked vaguely disturbing. Malik suspected that the Pharaoh thought that he was having oral sex with his rod - not quite true but not wrong either.

Unconscious of the smirking Egyptian, Kaiba was trying to clutch himself and defend the invisible hands that roamed over his body. The kisses started to turn passionate with some vicious bites that made him wince but the hands on his chest remained gentle, touching, caressing and sending shivers down his spine. That husky voice now didn't just hum in his head but whispered into his ear as strange hot breaths were moving to his lips.

/See. My hands are on your waist band now and . . . sliding down and into your boxers. Are they pink, Kaiba?/ Malik spontaneously inquired.

/Iie. They're white! Ouch! Fuck you! Go away and stop this madness!/ Kaiba groaned silently with his head on the table and hands holding his pants.

"Hey, Malik. It's enough." Bakura sent Malik a hard kick under the table.

/Enough? Oh, no, my friend. The fun has just started./

/. . . And I'm touching you, rubbing against you. My other hand is on your back, trailing down, down, down, down and . . ./

"EXCUSE ME!"

Two words followed a hard slam and then the little spell was interrupted. Kaiba was standing up with his palms on the table, blushing furiously. He glanced a little behind and then up. Oh, he was feeling stupid. What was he doing in front of the class, screaming like an idiot?

"What's wrong, Kaiba?" The old teacher looked concerned at his best student who looked as if he was having a fever.

/Cute./ Malik concluded after taking a glimpse at Kaiba's half-turned face. The pale boy was blushing all over with hints of tears in his sapphire eyes.

"Excuse me!" Bakura exclaimed. "Kaiba's sick. I volunteer to bring him to the school clinic."

By the time the teacher gave a nod in agreement, Bakura had already grabbed Kaiba's hand and physically pulled him out of the room.

Snickering in amusement, Malik returned to the hole in his table. Perhaps, he would try to seduce Kaiba one day, but right now, he had his own business to attend to.

"What's wrong with three of you?"

Apparently Yami started to figure it out after putting pieces of the puzzle together. He shrugged absently and scribbled down his name on the table with the pointy tip of the Millennium Rod.

"Nothing. Basically, Bakura just wants to know Kaiba's underwear color."

************* END******************

(July 2003)