HAPPY BIRTHDAY MYSTRALWIND!! /even though it was a fcking week ago or so xD/

it took so long xD I hope you like it :D

The title is sappy and has basically nothing to do with the actual story, but who gives a fuck?
Pairing is citronshipping, Thief King Bakura x Malik.
I don't own Yuugiou bla bla bla, because if I did there would obviously be a lot less card games and a lot more...other..fun...things :D

One turn kill.

It was this that separated Malik from him, the last thing he ever saw from him being his shocked face as he muttered things like “how is this possible?”.

It was just another reason for him to hate his other half.

After coming back to his senses during the final duel of Battle City, he realized only he had come back; not the spirit of the ring. The host’s body now only held the original personality. Bakura was gone.

At first, it had annoyed him. Bakura had been a great acquisition to his team of ghouls.

But it wasn’t just that. He had been…quite an interesting person to be with.

When the ceremonial battle between Yugi and the pharaoh had ended and everyone had picked up their lives again, he and Rishid had lived in Egypt for a while, but Malik finally decided to move back to Japan. They went to live with Isis, who had moved back immediately after the pharaoh’s departure, since she had a museum to run after all.

Occasionally he had run into the boy his ex-partner in crime used to control, and upon recognizing him from earlier times he had tried to befriend him, but it wasn’t the same. Despite looking precisely like the image he held of his evil companion, Ryou was a completely different person.

It wasn’t Ryou he was looking for. It was that goddamned, sly thief.

“Malik-sama! I’m about to eat lunch with Isis somewhere in the city, care to join us?”

Being so rudely awakened from his daydreaming, Malik shouted back a rather irritated “no!” to Rishid, who left quickly after, without another word.

Malik sighed and buried his head in a pillow. Why the hell had he decided to move back here anyway? Things were extremely boring around this town.

If only he was still here, he could be having some fun right now, creating a bit of chaos in this ever so peaceful city…

Oh, great! There he was again, back on his mind. Couldn’t leave him alone for a single second. It annoyed him so badly.

But moreover, Malik was annoyed by himself. For acting like some silly, lovesick teenage girl, obsessing over someone whose real face he had never actually seen.

Mentally deleting the “lovesick” part from that sentence, Malik crawled out of his bed and stood up.

“Let’s just clear my mind by harassing random innocent passerby’s,” Malik said smirking, and he held out his hand and grabbed the golden item from his desk. He hadn’t left Egypt without taking back what was previously his. Stupid pharaoh wasn’t around anymore anyway, to take away the Millennium Rod from him again and rant to him about how he should live his life peacefully. The blonde had tried that for a few months, but he had soon fallen back into his old behavior.

Of course, he kept this a secret from his sister and adopted brother, for they would most likely freak out if they discovered their baby brother hadn’t lately been acting like the innocent angel he had promised them he would be. It was their fault for believing his lies anyway.

Grabbing a jacket in the hallway and putting it on, he stuffed the Rod in the big inner pocket before heading outside. This was why he loved this jacket. It was a perfect place to hide the Rod in.

It wasn’t really cold outside, but there was a chilly breeze and it seemed to be getting cloudy. He was definitely missing the weather in Egypt right now.

“Hmm…where to go to?” He softly mumbled to himself while looking around. Some old lady gave him odd looks for talking to himself, but she moved along briskly after receiving an angry glare from the Egyptian boy.

Rolling his eyes, Malik decided he was too lazy to walk anymore and took out his motorbike. He wasn’t really in the mood to run into someone familiar, so he chose to stay out of the centre and instead rode to some place not far from the Domino school. It was a Saturday anyway, so there would most likely not be anyone around here. And if there were students, he could laugh at them for being stupid enough to come to school during the fucking weekend. Either way, it was a win-win situation for him.

-- -- --

He had been right about no people being around this place right now, as it was completely deserted. Then again, that was to be expected of a random lane where nobody usually came anyway.

He was bored again. As always, actually. Lately nothing interested him anymore.

Seeing that small dog get run over by a car about ten minutes ago had been fun for a while, but when the child the animal had seemingly belonged to started crying and her mother had begun shouting at Malik to stop laughing and that he needed some serious help, the fun wore off.

Malik didn’t believe in karma, but when he drove on with his bike and got a flat tire after driving in the random lane he was now in, he almost turned into a believer.

Sitting on the ground, beside his motorcycle, he figured he should just get off his lazy ass and start walking home, but all that excessive activity he had gone through today had left him incredibly tired. And he did so not mean that in a sarcastic sense.

Suddenly, he felt a small drop of water land on his nose, making him startle slightly. He tilted his head up and saw the sky was becoming seriously overcast now.

“It’s probably gonna rain soon,” Malik muttered to no-one in particular. He should just head home already. And stop talking to himself.

He hated the rain, he hated getting wet by it.

He stood up and started pushing his motorbike forward, but just as he took a few steps, he felt more drips pouring down on his head.

“It’d better not start raining any harder,” Malik grumbled aggravated. And as if the gods had just heard him and decided to fuck a little with him, water started cascading down from the skies.

He stood still for a moment, feeling his hair slowly getting soaked.

“…great.”

Perhaps going home right now wasn’t the best of ideas. He had better take shelter somewhere and wait out the shower of rain. At least he’d remain remotely dry that way.

After locking the bike he pulled his jacket up over his head, hoping that would help a little. He ran off in the opposite direction, looking for a good place to hide.

He knew this place. He knew he had been here before.

But when?

Suddenly, after running through the alleyway and turning a few corners, he spotted a big, dark house, not far away. It looked like a fucking tornado had come by for a visit, and like it was now trying its hardest to remain standing.

“Jeez…something tells me this dump is probably abandoned,” Malik muttered sarcastically while rolling his eyes at his own comment. He put on a sprint towards the house and quickly went inside.

It was completely abandoned alright. There wasn’t a single thing in this building, save for some platform in the middle of the room.

As Malik looked around where the hell he had ended up, he saw dark, nasty looking spots all over the wall, and the windows and doors were either broken or missing.

This place looked as if a fire had been here.

Suddenly, something else caught all of his attention.

An unpleasant, gloomy feeling stabbed him in his chest, and it was as if the feeling spread throughout his body the more time passed. Yet at the same time, it had something familiar about it as well.

He had felt this way before. Like a dark presence was shiftily nearing him, but he couldn’t see him.

…maybe he should get out of this weird space. His senses were detecting danger all over the place.

As he turned around to leave and walk back through the rain with distaste, the odd feeling of familiarity stroke him again.

“Leaving so soon, are we?”

Malik’s eyes grew at least three sizes bigger as the sudden voice made him completely freeze in shock.

“Without even saying hello.”

Slowly, he turned his head around to see were the voice came from. He hadn’t seen anyone in here, he should’ve seen it if someone had been here!

“After I went through the trouble of tracking you down and coming here.”

Such a sharp voice, like a knife stabbing through his heart. But he recognized it now, and reminded himself he didn’t let anyone fuck around with him like this. Especially not him.

Slowly scanning the place with his eyes while shifting towards the wall behind him, he finally spotted a flash of platinum blond hair, hiding somewhat in the back.

“You can come out now, Bakura. I know it is you and I can see you,” Malik said in a cocky tone, having regained his composure.

And immediately, the figure answered to his call and showed himself. But as he walked closer towards the Egyptian, Malik noticed this wasn’t the person he had expected to see. Or was he?

“Surprised to see me?” The guy asked, seeing the slight astonishment in Malik’s eyes. And he was right.

“Bakura?” Malik asked a bit dumbfounded, trying to keep his voice from breaking.

He had expected to see the innocent, white-haired boy to come out, and though this guy also had the same extremely light shade of hair, that was about the only similarity they shared.

This guy had a tanned skin, much like himself, and his hair was shorter and wilder than he remembered his old partner having. And he wasn’t as puny as the pale boy had been, as the guy was much taller and definitely a lot broader. A lot broader. What kind of muscled, hot body was he hiding beneath that black coat?

…wait.

Cross out the “muscled, hot” from that sentence.

On second thought, just cross out the entire sentence.

An eye-catching scar under his right eye won over Malik’s attention after clearing his mind, and as the figure came closer, Malik noticed he didn’t have Ryou’s warm, brown eyes, but a dull shade of dark grey that made him look more frightening.

But then he noticed the fiery look in his eyes, yet at the same time he seemed so deadly calm. And when Malik saw the other’s mouth curl upwards in an overconfident smirk, he knew it was the thief he met at Battle City after all.

“As you can see, I am no longer imprisoned inside the tiny boy’s mind,” Bakura stated, as if he had heard Malik’s inner monologue.

Indeed… Malik was about to think, but he quickly slapped himself mentally and forbade himself from having any more of these thoughts about the man.

“So…you are Bakura, right?” Malik asked with a naïve voice, which he wanted to hang himself for after hearing how stupid he just sounded.

“That is the name I go by, yes,” Bakura said, not really answering the question that way but deciding it would do as an answer.

This was so weird…Malik had been thinking about the thief for weeks, no, for months, some part deep inside of him wishing they hadn’t parted. And now he was here, standing right in front of him…which provoked another question to be formed in Malik’s mind.

How the hell had the thief found him?

“Err…so…” Malik indecisively started, “how the fuck did you even know where I was?”

Bakura just started snickering as if he had asked the stupidest question there was. As if his previous question hadn’t been stupid enough.

“What’s so funny, jackass? You’re going around stalking me to this dump and I want to know why!” Malik demanded, unwilling to let the guy have his pleasure.

In response, Bakura stopped laughing, and unbuttoned the top of his coat, revealing a golden item draped around his neck. He also revealed that Malik had been right about Bakura having a very well-muscled chest, but he was obviously not looking at that right now.

“The same way I found you last time, of course.”

The Ring glowed for a second after being revealed, as if to leave a bigger impression, but went back to its original state soon after and Bakura buttoned his coat again.

A shocked feeling hit Malik for a second as he realized Bakura must know he had stolen the Rod back.

“Although last time this place looked a bit better…” He then said, his voice trailing off at the end of the sentence.

He quickly noticed the surprise that had found its way to Malik’s features, realizing he needed to clear things up.

“You were dueling Yugi via one of your mindslaves. It was me that was fucking up the connection between you and that idiot.”

At this revelation, Malik’s expression just got even more amazed, though a hint of irritation was also shown in his eyes.

“That was you?!” He spat out. A smug grin finding its way back to Bakura’s face answered Malik’s question.

“But y–”

“I didn’t come here to chatter about old memories.”

“Then why did you come here?”

The larger male took another few steps in Malik’s direction, gradually getting so close Malik was starting to feel distressed.

“The souls of Kuru Eruna are restless again, after finally been given peace after three thousand years of waiting.”

Malik gulped slowly and the feeling of uneasiness increased.

“Because somebody removed one of the Millennium Items from the place it belongs.”

The blonde averted his eyes and saw Bakura’s feet take another step, standing so close to him he could almost feel the other’s body brush against his own.

“Hand it over and nobody gets hurt…”

He whispered it with a deep, low voice, his face so close to Malik’s own.

Though threatening it may have been, Malik found himself unaffected by the thief’s attempt to scare him.

Instead, he felt…

A soft blush crept on Malik’s cheeks as he realized his feelings.

Then he noticed Bakura putting his hand against the wall, right next to Malik’s face, touching his cheeks with his thumb ever so slightly.

“So? What’s it gonna be?” He asked while leaning in on him, only a few inches now left between their faces.

“I…err…” Malik couldn’t help but stutter, all the words in his vocabulary seemingly having abandoned him. His face felt so hot.

Then he noticed Bakura moving his hand closer to his face.

“Touch me with one finger, and I’ll stab your throat with the Rod and laugh at you as you painfully bleed to death.”

Bakura chuckled in response.

“Still the feisty little bitch you used to be, then.”

This guy was so incredibly fine-looking. And why were his remarks making him feel so warm on the inside?

He felt the larger male’s finger stroke harshly along his cheek, either ignoring his threat completely or just provoking him, testing him.

Malik couldn’t just let him do as he pleased. He’d show him he wasn’t some weakling, that he wasn’t some toy others could play around with.

There!

Malik suddenly spotted an opening when Bakura moved himself slightly away from the blonde. Without hesitation, Malik grabbed the Rod from his jacket while removing the covering from the knife in his movement, lashing out at his opponent with the sharp blade. It missed Bakura’s throat by a fraction.

Leaping backwards, Bakura looked a little shocked at the unexpected attack, but the expression was quickly replaced with a smug grin.

“Don't act so high-and-mighty on me, you ass! I could kill you right here on the spot!”

“Try me,” Bakura dared him arrogantly.

Malik didn't hesitate for a moment, and ran towards him at surprisingly high speed, making Bakura realize he wasn't kidding when he said he could kill him.

But even though the blonde definitely had some skills, he was no match for the king of thieves.

Bakura quickly avoided the attack and grabbed the boy firmly by his wrists.

“Not bad.”

“Don’t think you’ve won just yet,” Malik snarled heatedly.

Suddenly, a light flashed from behind Malik, and Bakura felt himself be pulled off the tanned boy and thrown away.

Quickly getting back on his feet after the second surprise attack, he took out his Millennium Ring again. He wouldn’t let that happen another time.

Using the smaller boy’s own trick against him, Bakura threw Malik back against the wall with the Ring. When he saw Malik lash out to grab the Rod that had fallen out of his reach, he kicked it away while grinning derisively at him.

He grabbed Malik again harshly by his wrists and lifted him up like that. Pressing him closely back against the wall, he moved his face right in front of the boy's.

“Not bad at all,” Bakura said in a low voice.

“But not good enough.”

Malik reluctantly raised his head and gave Bakura his most hateful glare.

“Ooh, what an awful look!” Bakura sneered mockingly.

“You had better get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, though. I could crush your neck right now if I want to.”

“Like you can do that, you only have one hand free.”

“One hand is more than enough to crush that delicate neck of yours.”

In addition, Bakura placed his free hand around Malik’s neck, squeezing it faintly. When he added a little more pressure to his pinch, Malik let out a short gasp.

“Let go of me you sick bastard,” Malik grumbled.

“I take it you missed me terribly?” Bakura ridiculed, grinning wickedly at Malik’s attempts to free himself. The blonde’s defiant attitude amused him to no end.

It always had.

He loved playing with him like this. Fucking with his mind a little.

He had done that to so many people before, but there had only been one that caught his interest. That stole all of his attention. That could practically make him beg for more.

“I’ve certainly missed you,” he whispered smirking in the blonde’s ear.

Big, lavender eyes stared with curiosity and surprise at the revelation.

“Are you just fucking with me?” Malik asked, afraid to trust the thief’s words.

“No…not yet,” Bakura said darkly, that wicked grin never leaving his face.

Taking Malik’s dark red cheeks with his both hands, Bakura moved his face closer to Malik’s and quickly pressed his lips against the blonde’s soft ones.

Malik didn’t hesitate for a moment before deepening the kiss and wrapping his arms around the white-haired man’s neck.

This was all wrong.

He shouldn’t be doing this, not with him. This man was as much his partner as he was his enemy.

It was bad, forbidden, completely wrong.

And for some reason…that made it all the more exciting.

Slipping his tongue inside Malik’s mouth, Bakura quickly won control over the other’s tongue in their battle for dominance.

He moved his hands all over Malik’s body, stroking his soft skin the entire time. As his hands found the smaller boy’s sensitive nipples, Malik let out a longing moan, revealing his secret desires.

Pinching it slightly, Malik’s moan became one of pain, giving Bakura a sadistic satisfaction.

“You bastard…” Malik groaned panting in Bakura’s ear.

“Hurt me again and I swear I’ll kill you…”

“Ohh I love it when you talk back to me like that...makes me feel all the more powerful once I get you on your back.”

-- -- --

Putting on his sweater and his jacket, Malik looked outside to see if it was still raining. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he saw the weather had cleared and the sun was now shining.

About two meters away from him lay the Rod. Now that Bakura was distracted with putting on his own clothes, Malik could quickly grab the Rod, hide it in his jacket and sneak out.

Silently walking towards the item, he grabbed it from the floor and hid it away.

Perfect. It was back at his disposal again. Right where it belonged.

He turned around and looked at Bakura, who was finally done getting dressed.

“I…err…” Malik started, not sure what to say at this point.

What should he say anyway? That it had been great?

…well that would probably be an understatement anyway but didn’t people always tell each other that after sex in movies?

And he wanted to see Bakura again. What if the thief was going to leave just like last time? Did he have to be lonely and bored again?

“…I guess I should be going now.”

Oh sure. That sentence held every emotion he currently felt. Hurray for being a tight-lipped, insensitive dickhead.

Slowly turning around, Malik was about to head outside.

“You still have the Rod, don’t you?”

Malik froze in his movement at the sudden statement.

“I guess I’ll have to come back for it later.”

A little confused what to think of what that sentence insinuated, Malik turned his head and looked Bakura in the eyes.
Receiving a smug smirk and a quick wink, Malik couldn’t help but smile at the thief while a faint blush started covering his cheeks, and soon after he left and went home, wondering when the thief would come back to “take back the Rod”.

I CAN’T WRITE YAOI SCENES D: So you’ll have to use your imagination to fill in what happened on the little stripes xDD

Also, Sadistic!Bakura is teh secks. And Bitchy!Malik even more so xD

And if it was too vague: they were in the abandoned house-thingy where the duel between Yugi and Controlled!Bandit Keith took place, but nobody cares about that anyway.

Sorry if some of the words chosen or connections between sentences don’t make any sense…sometimes I just don’t know the exact meaning of the word, or in what context they should be used and all LOL

But I hope it was all grammatically correct :3

xD