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I have surgery dark and early at 5:15 in the morning, so I’m heading on to bed. Good night.

pharaoh-marik:

renegadeofthesands:

Oh god Bakura could barely handle that face from grown up Marik, but the little one completely melted him and he sighed, “At the museum, Marik… She’ll… She’ll be home tonight…” Maybe it was a good idea to drop the kid off with Fortune Cookie… Bakura didn’t know how to reverse the spell but maybe she would… On the other hand Ishizu was a fearsome woman when irked and no doubt she would blame Bakura for what happened to her dear misguided brother. As always.

Marik sniffed, trying not to cry. Tears already in his eyes. “Really?” Oh how he wanted to see his big sister. To play with her and have fun. And then she’d cuddle him to sleep. “Can you wait with me for her?” He tugged on thief’s hair, waiting for an answer.

Bakura sighed and shifted on his feet, “I have a better idea. How about we go see her at the museum right now? I’m sure she wants to see you.”

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does your muse ever get jealous over dumb things even if it’s in another verse they just “[ points ] THAT’S MY FUCKING PERSON

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Bakura wasn’t fairing better, the knots in his stomach curling up tighter and tighter until finally he was thrown over the edge. He threw his head back and gave a snarl of Seth’s name, hips snapping back and forth, slamming in to Seth as his body quaked with orgasm. He saw nothing but white as his seed filled Seth’s body.

Seth moaned and came as Bakura came, his nails digging into Bakura’s shoulders as they rode out their orgasms, Seth’s seed splashing onto his chest and stomach. “Gods…” he breathed as he came down from his high

Bakura panted, his heart beat erratic. He pulled out of Seth’s pliant body and fell next to him, burrowing his face in chestnut hair and closing his eyes.

Seth smiled sleepily and snuggled back against Bakura, their bodies spooning together. “That was fun,” he murmured softly, “I vote for nap, cleaning up, then that raid you mentioned..”

Bakura smirked, “If you can walk then, that is,” He settled into his position nestled up to Seth’s backside, arm flung around him carelessly as he drifted between sleep and wake.

Seth drifted off to sleep, content to be in Bakura’s arms and didnt wake until late afternoon. Sitting up, he stretched and moved to get up, making no move to cover his nakedness. He needed a bath. he had both of their seed all over himself and it needed to come off. Moving away from the bedding, Seth poked around to see if he could find a water source

Bakura stirred as well when he felt Seth move and he stood, stretching, “Mmm? If it is a bath you are wanting, follow me. There is a natural spring just beyond the caverns.”

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angelicdemonryou:

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angelicdemonryou:

Bakura smiled, closing his eyes, “Nah, it was complete to begin with. Then Marik came along and that was a bonus. And this baby will make another special little bonus.”

"You’re right…I guess our family started when we got married, hasn’t it?" he…

Bakura smiled, stroking Ryou’s cheek, “Rest love, we have much planning to do.”

pharaoh-marik:

renegadeofthesands:

Bakura sighed, “Ishizu is working, Marik..”

"Where? When she will come here?" His lower lip began to tremble again.

Oh god Bakura could barely handle that face from grown up Marik, but the little one completely melted him and he sighed, “At the museum, Marik… She’ll… She’ll be home tonight…” Maybe it was a good idea to drop the kid off with Fortune Cookie… Bakura didn’t know how to reverse the spell but maybe she would… On the other hand Ishizu was a fearsome woman when irked and no doubt she would blame Bakura for what happened to her dear misguided brother. As always.

"Daddy!" Marik stumbled quickly down the hall with the help of his crutches and looked around for him with an expression of excitement. "DADDY!"
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Bakura walked in, “What’s all the fuss Buddy?”

Marik wiggled with happiness and looked up with bright eyes. “Daddy it’s a-almost Halloween!”

Halloween? Yea I suppose it is, Marik,” he smiled, glad to see his son cheerful again.

Marik pushed himself forward and poked Bakura with his crutches. “Does that mean I get to dre-dress up like other kids daddy?”

"Sure kiddo! What do you wanna dress up as? We could go to the store later and pick out a costume." he ruffled Marik’s hair affectionately.

"Hummmm…" Marik tapped at his chin. "I dunno! W-what kinda costumes does the store have?" He wanted to be an alpaca, but never thought the store would have a costume.

"Not sure, but we’ll go and see, okay?"

"Okay daddy!" Marik beamed and went to go get his shoes on. "Dadd Imma need help!" He called from down the hallway, kicking one of his light up spiderman shoes. 

Bakura went in and carefully helped him with his  shoes, “When we get to the store, I’ll put you in the buggy okay?”

"Close your eyes."
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obeymyshinyrod:

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"Why? You aren’t going to try and cut my hair again are you?"

 

Bakura trembled at the touch and squeeze of Marik’s hands. He moaned Marik’s name loudly, one hand tangling in his blonde locks. He bucked his hips, desperate for more of the decadent feeling settling in his gut.

Hearing his name in that tone carried on Bakura’s voice made him eager to try and coax a repeat of it.  He readjusted his posture, no longer half-in Bakura’s lap but moreso pinning him to the floor as he ground his hips against the spirit’s.

He made a strangled noise as he realized just how overwhelmingly his body had responded to the attentions they had been inflicting on one another.   The barrier of Bakura’s slacks was almost unbearable friction against his swollen flesh, even with the satiny caress of his boxers providing a bit of cushion.

Clearly, they needed to go.   He pushed back, his breathing ragged as both hands went impatiently for Bakura’s fly to attack the button and zipper.   He may not have known what he was doing, but he was sure doing with gusto.

Bakura let out another rumbling, “Marik~”his hands suddenly all over Marik’s body as he was pinned down by Marik’s weight. He arched his hips, urging Marik to tug the infuriating trousers away. They weree far too tight for what they concealed.

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pharaoh-marik:

renegadeofthesands:

Bakura picked up the cape-wrapped kiddie  and spun around, “WHat do you want to do?”

"I dunno.. You know?" The kid played with white hair. "I like you Baku." He smiled and hugged his friend. "But.. where’s my big sista’?"

Bakura sighed, “Ishizu is working, Marik..”

"Close your eyes."
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"Why? You aren’t going to try and cut my hair again are you?"

 

Bakura groaned in agreement, loosening his own tie and unbuttoning his vest. He threw the garments away, before unbuttoning his shirt, and then his hands went back to Marik’s plump backside.

Marik found himself utterly unable to be bothered with buttons, presently.  While Bakura was fussing with his own, the boy had seized both sides of his black silk shirt with intentions of ripping it open in a decidedly-sexy manner.

It was a poor time to find that these things didn’t work out the way they tended to in the movies as a couple of buttons popped off and bounced away, never to be seen again,  but mostly left Marik wrestling futilely with the garment.  

He muttered something about stupid shirt companies and their friggin quality control as he hurriedly undid the remaining buttons and sloughed it off.   That done, he wasted little time in crushing himself back against Bakura to pick up where they’d left off.   

He had little idea of what he was doing, left to draw solely on what he’d seen done in his not-so-secret yaoi stash,  but a little guidance was better than none at all.    The tip of his tongue traced the curve of Bakura’s shoulder, teeth occasionally meeting his pale skin to leave a small welt.

To Bakura the whole display was equivalent to a strip tease, and his hands eagerly ran up his abs and chest, thumbs tracing his nipples. He groaned in satisfaction as  Marik marked up his body. He’d love counting those later.

While Bakura would be doing that later, Marik would probably be cringing in embarrassment as he tried to forget the needy noises coming out of him presently.  As his nipples firmed under the thumbs teasing them and tiny jolts of sensation thrilled through his chest, he had little recourse except to latch his mouth to the side of Bakura’s neck, sucking deeply at his flesh in a way that was likely to leave a shameless bruise.

His hands seemed as if they’d tried to reciprocate Bakura’s actions but had gotten lost somewhere along the way.  One was lazily exploring the white flat of his belly while the other clutched his thigh possessively.

Bakura trembled at the touch and squeeze of Marik’s hands. He moaned Marik’s name loudly, one hand tangling in his blonde locks. He bucked his hips, desperate for more of the decadent feeling settling in his gut.

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