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Malik doesn't see himself as someone who would serve others.
He is used being the one in control. Manipulating others to do what he wants from them.
A puppeteer, who pulls the strings. A leader who calls the shots. An honorable and respectable man.
He gives the commands, and others follow them.
It has never been otherwise.
And Malik is sure that it would never be different.
At least not until-
"Damn, you look hot, Malik."
Bakura chuckles and leans against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, eyeing him with that arrogant and typical grin that Malik has all too often wanted to slap off his face.
"That dress looks good on you. I'm extremely glad you lost that bet. And how appropriate, on this particular day."
...Asshole.
Bakura's grin widens, and Malik has no doubt how much he enjoys this sight.
The black maid dress with a white lace apron is short. Very short. It was outrageous short, but when Malik thinks about it, he doesn't expect anything else from Bakura. This is the kind of outfit he wants Malik to wear.
And, of course, Bakura hasn't forgotten the stockings and heels.
But as Malik thinks about it, it's something else that surprises him the most. It's how well the dress fits him. Too well. As if it were made only for him.
When Bakura leaned against the doorframe half an hour earlier, a big grin on his face and holding out a small pink shopping bag with a white bow, Malik knew it couldn't mean anything good for him.
...And he should be right.
"Turn around in a circle. Come on, be a good boy."
Bakura's voice snaps Malik out of his thoughts. The dark eyes rest on him, and the amused tone in his voice is hard to miss.
Malik's nose wrinkles before he unwillingly obeys. He can feel the hungry gaze on him. Like a prey that a predator has spotted. Ready to tear and devour.
"I like it..." hums Bakura, and something flashed in his eyes, "we're going to have a lot of fun today, my maid."
And Malik doesn't miss how there's suddenly something dangerous in the way Bakura says " my "
"Your first task for today..." he taps his finger against his chin, pretending to think. "Ah, I know," the grin grows bigger while Malik's eyes narrow to slits.
"Take the plate of strawberries out of the fridge."
Malik keeps his expression unmoved. A snarky answer is already on the tip of his tongue. But he stays silent and nods. However, it is anything but easy for him.
"...Of course." Malik manages to sound calm, but his heart beats faster against his chest.
Heels click on the floor as he steps past Bakura and opens the fridge. As soon as he has the plate of fresh strawberries in his hand, he feels Bakura's hand on his small waist and warm breath on his neck.
"Of course… what ?"
Malik's grip on the plate tightens. Bakura's low voice makes him tremble in just the right way. Bakura has always had that effect on him.
"Of course... Master ."
Again, he hears Bakura's chuckle before he feels the hand move lower. "...Good boy."
Malik bites his lips and suppresses a gasp as he feels Bakura's hand resting on his butt, squeezing his soft flesh. He knows Bakura is smirking, even though he can't see it. He can feel it.
"Come with me."
"Yes... Master."
Malik is gently pushed forward, down the hall, into the living room. And all the time, Bakura's hand rests on Malik's butt.
Bakura slumps on the couch with his legs spread and stretches his arms along with the backrest.
Malik meets Bakura's gaze, and it's obvious how much he's enjoying the current situation.
"Kneel on the floor."
...How much he enjoys seeing Malik so submissive.
Bakura gestures to him with a smooth motion of his hand while his smirk grows dirtier. And after a brief hesitation, Malik drops to his knees between his legs.
Purple eyes meet dark ones.
It's a completely new experience for him to obey someone in this way.
Bakura is a completely new experience.
"Okay pretty boy… I want you to feed me."
"Yes... Master," Malik growls back as he reaches for one of the strawberries. He leans forward and props himself up on Bakura's knee with one hand.
Bakura enjoys this game of power with every fiber of his body.
"Uhh, are we a little bitchy today?" asks Bakura as he moves one hand to Malik's cheek and brushes it with his thumb, smudging the neatly applied Kohl as he bites into the strawberry.
Malik glares at him. He hates it when Bakura talks to him like that. Usually, he would cut him off in an instant.
…But today isn't usual.
"Of course not, Master. Everything is fine."
"Good. I expect nothing less from you" Bakura's eyes flash as his fingers gently run along Malik's jaw. "You will obey me and do what I tell you, right?"
Malik holds his breath for a moment, trying to keep his composure. "...Yes," he confirms, not even bothering to suppress the growl in his voice. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."
He's going to make him pay for this. Bakura will regret this bitterly.
Malik wants to turn away to reach for another strawberry, but Bakura grabs his chin. The grip isn't gentle.
"Come here," Bakura whispers. "Sit on my lap. Be a good boy."
Malik looks at him. He says nothing but slowly puts the strawberry back on the plate before he stands up and straddles Bakura's lap. He knows how much Bakura loves it when he does it.
Bakura hums in satisfaction, and before Malik can react, Bakura puts one hand on his waist and the other on his neck. He pulls him closer to him.
"Do you feel it?" whispers Bakura against his lips. His eyes darken with desire, and he gently thrusts his hips upward.
...Oh, he can feel it.
"This is all your fault... shit, you look so fucking hot in that dress... any man would wish for that. You’re every man’s fantasy."
His voice is thick with desire, and Malik would be lying if he said it doesn't turn him on. A tremble runs through his body, making him bite his lips. But he doesn't want to give Bakura that satisfaction. Not yet.
"Today, you are mine… And you'll do anything to please your master, won't you, my maid?"
And as if to clarify his statement, he grabs Malik's bum roughly, squeezing the soft skin through the dress, causing him to inhale sharply. Bakura's eyes darken with lust before he slides a hand up his back and grabs Malik's hair firmly.
"Say you're mine."
Malik closes his eyes as more heat enters his body.
It's like back during the Battle City tournament. Soon after they made their agreement, their passionate affair began. Or whatever you want to call it, when Bakura pushed Malik against the cold wall during an argument. Their eyes met, and it felt like time had stopped. At least until Malik felt Bakura's demanding lips on his.
The nights on Kaiba's blimp were intense, bonding, and showed Malik sides of himself he didn't know.
For Bakura instead, it has always been a game. Maybe more, but Malik doesn't know, and doesn't ask.
A game for power, control, and dominance.
...A game to bring the raw emotions and feelings hidden deep inside Malik to the surface.
"Say it!"
"I'm yours! I'm all yours Master!" Malik gasps, a mix of pain and pleasure as his head is pulled back, and a soft whimper slips from him as Bakura places his palm on his crotch.
"Oh? Look at that," Bakura snickers. He starts massaging his palm against the dress's fabric to rub against Malik's dick. "We're already pretty turned on, huh?" He grins up at him, and before Malik can say anything back, Bakura seals their lips. And Malik can't help but moan in the vicious kiss Bakura gives him.
...And it's a game that Bakura wins every time.
The way he touches him and pulls him closer is doing things to his head. He feels more turned on the rougher Bakura gets with him, and he just can't help it, he loves it when he gets all crazy. He moans again, his eyes closing, totally giving away how much he likes it.
Once the kiss ends, he gasps and pants way too erotically, feeling like his breath has been taken away, and looks at Bakura with dark eyes. "F-Fuck you… fuck you… fuck you…"
Bakura chuckles darkly, lust visible in his features. He lifts Malik by his waist while one hand disappears under the dress.
"What a naughty boy... that's not how you should talk to your master... you'll behave," he murmurs huskily against Malik's lips as he pulls down his black lace panties.
"And we don't need this."
In embarrassment, Malik bites his lip, knowing that his body language can't hide anything anymore, no matter what he says. He can't keep the tremor out of his voice.
"...N-No, Master," Malik gasps, wrapping his arms around Bakura's neck to keep his balance.
Again their eyes meet, and Bakura's grin is as dark as his eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you now, princess... and you're going to keep this dress on while I do it."
After that, everything happens very quickly.
Bakura locks their lips, and Malik doesn't hesitate to open his mouth for him. The kiss is intense, passionate, and promises him so much more than he asks for.
Suddenly Malik is flipped onto his stomach and feels his hips being pulled upward. And he can't help but bite his lips to hold back a moan as hands that are used to take what they want slowly push the dress over his hips, exposing him down below.
"You're a good boy, aren't you? You'll do anything I want, right?"
Malik needs a moment to process the phrase in his mind, but his response would die instantly in his throat as Bakura begins teasingly circling a finger around his entrance. He can hardly catch a clear thought.
"S-Shit, Bakura..." Malik's voice is strained, demanding.
Control slips further from him, running through his hands like rain, he can't stop it. His lips are parted as he gasps.
Bakura licks his lips as he moves his hand under Malik. " What did you say? I couldn't hear you..."
The back of his fingers brushed Malik's balls. Malik takes a breath, then lets out a sharp, involuntary gasp as Bakura grips his cock.
"Y-Yes, Master!"
"How do we feel?" he asks, and feeling how hard Malik already is, he growls in approval. "You're pretty turned on, baby..."
Malik clenches his jaw. He can feel his face heating up.
...And Bakura knows he's won this game.
Bakura strokes his entire length feather-light, and the feeling almost drives him crazy. He feels Bakura reach for the lube, which is already waiting on the table before he leans down to him.
His lips are close to his ear.
"Malik... you have no idea how turned on I am to see you like this in front of me," he whispers.
Bakura leans back and grips his own member with a low growl, slicking it until it slides easily through his hand due to the lube. Then he grabs Malik's hips to position him closer. He can't wait any longer.
Bakura enters Malik in a single fluid motion with a deep sound that shakes his chest.
Malik groans, eyes squinting shut as his fingers dig into the fabric of the couch. Bakura grabs Malik's hips and pants heavily for a moment before he begins to thrust.
Bakura is big. He fills him completely, and damn, Bakura knows what he's doing.
He increases the pace, finds a rhythm, and Malik is out of this world.
Malik moans and gasps, so loud and willing that it makes him uncomfortable even to hear his own voice. So cheap and craving for more. He wants to pull a pillow toward him and bury his head in the pillow to muffle his sounds, but as soon as he tries to do so, he feels Bakura's hand on his wrist.
"Don't hold back, I want to hear you, baby..." he pants slightly while talking, but still, he sounds so rough and dark that it drives Malik crazy.
...And it makes Malik obey the command.
"Fuck, fuck, Bakura!"
Bakura responds by thrusting even harder, one hand propped up on the couch, the other holding tight at Malik's waist.
And with each of his thrusts, Malik feels like he's only moaning louder.
"H-How can you always be so tight... f-fuck Malik...!" Bakura trembles, and his grip on Malik's waist tightens. Malik wouldn't notice the bruises until evening, right now, he doesn't have that thought.
Bakura fucks him fast, and at that moment, the pleasure of Malik's body is overwhelming, better than any dream he could have imagined for himself. He digs harder into the fabric of the couch, searching in vain for a hold as Bakura pounds into him mercilessly, and it's just incredible. His back arches.
Eventually, Malik hears the fabric ripping, but when Bakura thrusts against his sweet spot for the first time, he can't hold back a yelp, and the thought is gone as quickly as it came.
"M-more...!" demands Malik breathlessly. His skin is hot in contrast to the cool air of the room.
Bakura grants him his wish.
"You like that, huh?" snickers Bakura smugly.
"Yes, M-Master..." moans Malik.
Bakura grabs him by his hair and pulls his head back. "Tell me how much you like my cock in your ass."
"I love it, master. I... ah... I like it when... oh, no... oh, yes..." Malik's thoughts don't string together properly.
Again, Bakura hits that damn spot, and Malik feels like a dying star about to glow out.
How long Bakura thrusts into him, Malik doesn't know. It could be minutes or even hours. He loses his sense of time.
"Oh... that's good... yeah..." Malik wants to moan, to scream, but he can't form words or thoughts anymore because Bakura is fucking his brains out. He doesn't want to think anymore.
...He just wants to feel.
Endorphins, dopamine, hormones, it doesn't matter where he is as he closes his eyes.
He feels Bakura's hand grip his chin, and his head is turned to the side. Bakura kisses him, and he kisses him with a desire, a longing, that Malik thinks he's going to pass out for a moment.
The kiss becomes more passionate. And Malik eagerly returns the kiss, opening his mouth to Bakura as his tongue slides over his tongue. It's dirty and hot, but that doesn't bother either of them.
And when Bakura's hand goes around his leaking cock and starts to stroke it gently, the heat, the sound of Bakura's gasping, everything is too much.
Malik comes. And he comes hard. His whole body tenses and then trembles out of control as Bakura's hand still moves over his cock, and fucks him through his climax.
He feels his thighs tremble, and just as his legs give way, Bakura grips him by his hip to hold his ass up.
"F-Fuck Malik…!"
Malik whimpers as Bakura thrusts into him even faster and rougher.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" he hisses and bites Malik's shoulder as he reaches his own high. He senses Malik trembling beneath him but thrusts and prolongs his release until he's sure he has reached his limit.
For a few seconds, nothing is heard except their heavy panting, both trying to regain themselves.
Bakura slowly pulls out of him and slumps back against the couch. He runs a hand through his bangs before smiling slightly at him.
"Fuck, that was good…" Bakura rasps out.
Malik nods and looks at him over his shoulders, smiling as well. He feels dizzy, but at the same time so blissful and satisfied.
Only Bakura is capable of this. And he knows it.
"Ah..." Suddenly Bakura laughs softly, "looks like you'll have to keep that dress..."
"What-"
Malik looks down at himself. He sees the hole at the side of the dress below his ribcage. The seam is torn. "Were you going to return it to the store?"
Bakura chuckles again before leaning in and kissing Malik's cheek. "Are you insane? You're a very pretty maid. You can wear that more often."
Malik feels his face heat up. "Shut up!"
"Don't act like that, I know you enjoyed it."
Malik clicks his tongue instead of answering him and averts his gaze.
Of course, he liked it. Bakura is right. And he knows it.
He loves being desired. Loves being the center of attention. But he likes it most when it's Bakura who desires him.
Because he desires him as well.
As much as he's never desired anything before.
Bakura's snicker draws his attention back to him. He grins at him, baring his pointed teeth.
"How am I supposed to return it? Nobody knows that I have it."
Malik can't help but smile slightly. If he's honest, he didn't expect anything else. Once a thief, always a thief.
Then Malik leans forward and kisses him, and his chest blooms with so much warmth that he feels overwhelmed.
Bakura returns the kiss, leaning forward, and Malik doesn't resist as he gently pushes him onto his back.
Bakura is the only one who lets Malik give up control. The only one who will enable him to forget all the dark years.
...The only one who makes him feel real freedom.
He slowly opens his eyes as he feels Bakura's lips against his ear.
"And besides… we're not done yet. Will you continue to fulfill all my wishes, my maid?"
"Yes, Master..."