Elevator
Rating: T...possibly a T+ if such a thing exists...:snickers:
Warnings: umm...lime.
Summary: Yami and Bakura are in an elevator. End of Story. Darkshipping. Lime.
Author's Notes: I think that I got this idea from my friend Vamp468, and I wrote this while watching Constantine...yep, that's what I remember.
It's a great feeling to ride up an elevator…you're stomach is left behind, and the next thing you feel is exhilarating euphoria…but if you're looking for something deep…then you're in the wrong place.
Yami and Bakura were in an elevator…and did it really matter why? The ex-tomb raider had his lover backed into a corner, and was nipping harshly at his neck, his collar discarded on the carpeted floor. Pale hands traveled down a black silk shirt, unbuttoning each plastic holder as they went with a sort of harsh-care.
The ex-Pharaoh moaned as his skin broke a little and slid his own hands up the other's own dark lavender button-up. Bakura's skin was cold under his fingers as they danced along the flesh, and he let out a little sigh as Yami's slender fingers twisted the stud just below his navel.
Yami's closed crimson eyes shot open as he heard a bell, and he saw a red-headed middle-aged woman with two children standing in the center of the small space…they were all staring.
"'Kura," Yami whispered, his hands stopping their waltz and pushing lightly, "There are people staring."
Bakura paused for a moment in its licking of Yami's wounds to gaze at him with dark chocolate eyes…such alluring eyes, "So?'
Yami frowned slightly and cocked his head, but didn't say anything…yet his hands were traveling across Bakura's hips to the subtle curve of his spine…Bakura was just too damn attractive.
The albino lapped up a trickle of leaking blood from Yami's vein before facing him again. He smirked and pinched lightly at Yami's pierced nipple, "I repeat…so?"
Before he had a chance to resist, Bakura kissed him full on the mouth, and this time Yami didn't protest. He closed his eyes to the wide eyed family and resumed his plying at Bakura's hidden skin as he thrust his tongue against the other's.
The could turn away.
Author's Notes::defensive: Yes, Bakura has a belly-button ring! Come on! It fits! ...sort of...:shrugs: I liked it. So, pointless, huh? Yeah...but it was fun, and I'm sitting here at home with one hell of a sore-throat, cold, and tired. But I can't sleep, oh no! Because if I slept, I might feel better, and my body just wants me to be sick forever and die::sarcasm:
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