Kleptomania [Psychoshipping] [Saphire4260/\Fish'd]
 

[This is a YAOI Psychoshipping roleplay. Feel free to stalk it, but I have a few warnings:

• Saphire is a newbie; this is her first roleplay. Which is not bad, just there will be a few pointers and "see what I did there"'s in my posts.
• This is YAOI. Man on man. Boy's love. Homosexuality. Don't like, don't read.
• I've never roleplayed- or written- Yu-Gi-Oh! anything before. So I'm also a newbie, to some extent.

And I think that's i-
Oh! Wait! One more thing:

• THIS WILL BE FULL OF COMPLETE INSANITY. 8D

Enjoy!]

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Malik yawned tiredly, running a dark-skinned hand through his sandy-blonde hair. Half asleep, he rubbed at his eyes, brushing away the sleep-sand and the remains of his makeup from the day previous.
His dark purple, far-too-loose tanktop swayed slightly as he proped himself up on his elbows. The springs in the mattress of his bed groaned in protest, a creaking noise following the gentle shuffling of satin sheets as they slid off his chest.
But Malik noticed not any of the white-noise sounds around him, as there was one thing that drew his attention- the mass of fluffy white hair on the pillow beside him.
Leaning over to his boyfriend, he ran a hand down the other's arm and nestled his face in the lovely, silky hair he had become so accustomed to. "Wakie wakie, Bakura." He muttered, just loud enough to rouse his sleeping lover, but not loud enough to disturb the peaceful air of the morning.

(( How was that? |D ))

((THAT WAS AWESOME, now lets see if I can do even close to that probably not but ill try))
Bakura growled softly in annoyance. He had been dreaming of torture, war, death, blood, and murder and was quite enjoying his dream until malik disturbed him, and as nice as the careful hand running down his arm, and the soft nuzzling of his neck felt he was still pissed for being woken up. He continued grumbling about his dream while pulling the blankets tighter around him and curling up in a ball "nooo sleep...."he half mumbles half growls and attempts to go back to his wonderful dreams of blood and gore.

"Bakura," Malik nudged his lover once again. It was quite difficult, most of the time, to wake Bakura- but he was so adoreable when he was half-asleep it almost never bothered the Tombkeeper. "You have to wake up." Pause. "I'll make you tea," Malik so knew Bakura's weakness for the dark, warm, bitter English drink and how he would do almost anything for a cup- one of the pro's of being the boyfriend.
One of the con's, however, was how nasty Bakura could be in the morning. The growl was evidence. Malik made sure to keep his fang-scarred hands at least a foot away from the Tombrobber's mouth.

Bakura bared his sharp white fangs making a low hiss in annoyance when he's nudged and he flipped over to face Malik. his eyes squinting through the crusty eye boogers "fuck Malik how early is it?"he snaps still pissed for being woken up.

(( *poke* Just a reminder- past tense... And just a reminder for me- I need to get out of the freaking fluff pool. P: I'm, like, knee-deep in diabetes-causing sweetness. ))

The second Marik saw Bakura's face- despite the fact that said face was contorted into an expression of utter hate for having to be woken, period- he couldn't resist the urge to lean in to kiss those pale, slightly parted lips.
The kiss was, for a moment, rather tame- unusal for the two- until about a second and a half in when Malik started biting Bakura's bottom lip in an attempt to get him roused at least a little. "Seven-thirty." He muttered into the Tombrobber's fangs. "Come on, Bakura..." The words game out slightly garbled, though, because his tongue was busy tracing marks on Bakura's cheek after his lips had left their original destination. (He had the habit of switching moods rather quickly; being an emotionally-scarred 9-year-old did that to some people)

((but the sweetness is sooooooooooo cute! i love fluff :3))
Bakura resisted the urge to moans softly when malik started biting his lip and when he moved away from his mouth he licked maliks cheek tiredly and mumbles almost incoherent "wake me up when its 8....at night" he snuggled up to Malik trying to get comfy again and ignore the wet toung traceing shapes into his cheek "you can get me the tea then" he smirked, he always loved tea ever since ryou had shown it to him, or rather he had seen ryou drinking it not to long after they had 'met'

Ah, right. Bakura the night owl/bat/vampire/nocturnal something or other, yet to adjust to the obvious (to normal people) fact that waking in the morning was actually necessary. Akefia's old habits died hard, aparently.
But Marik, pretty much used to this almost daily routine, was relentless. He climbed out of the bed, and headed for the door- but swiftly turned on his heel and darted for the half-asleep albino curled up under the covers. He grabbed the blankets and quickly tore them out of Bakura's hands, tossing them off the bed. Malik then grabbed Bakura behind the knees and behind his back, lifting the probably-ready-to-bite Tombrobber out of his bed and therefore ruining any chances of finding his way back to the bloody, gory battlefeild he knew as "Dreamland".

((i have always seen him as having a blood fetish, sorry maliks arm :3 *isn't sorry at all*))
Bakura yelled in alarm swearing in a mixture of Egyptian and English then he leaned over groweling and sank his sharp teeth into maliks arm. The iron flavor of his lovers freshly drawn blood filling his mouth as it flows from the newly inflicted wound, into his mouth. He drinks every last bit of it down greedily. As he did this he also digs his nails into maliks arm harsly as well drawing even more blood out of Maliks arm.

Malik winced at the pain of the bite (and the nails), and almost dropped Bakura- but realized that would only cause him more harm further down the road- so he kept his grip. After all, he had plenty of scars everywhere from the Tombrobber and his instatiable hunger (read: fetish) for blood. He was used to it.
Ignoring the shooting pain up and through his arm, he carried Bakura out into the dining room of their small apartment, he bare feet sinking into the soft, sandy-colored fibers as he walked. He set the cranky, definetley-not-a-morning-person albino into one of the rather uncomfortable wooden chairs seated around the table, and set off to making him some tea (and, once the tea is done, he reminded himself, I have to go bandage my arm. Because it hurts.).
Ah, the trials and tribulations of dating the ever-so-homocidal maniac: Bakura the (former) tombrobber.

Bakura grumbles still upset but begins to calm at the thought of getting tea soon and at the familiar taste of maliks blood, so he remained in the seat his quick pink toung shooting out licking his ever so pale lips savoring the lingering flavor of his lovers blood and as he licked those last remnants of blood off his sharp nails, he watched the door malik had just left through carefully waiting for his beloved tomb keepers return

Malik grabbed the freshly-cleaned teapot out of the dish drainer and removed the lid, then pouring less than a quarter of the contents of a gallon jug of water into it. Placing the lid back on, he set it on the burner and set the gas stove to medium. (it should be noted that this is the one domestic "chore" Malik had the know-how to complete, and only because Bakura had drilled it into his brain at the very start of their relationship)
Also knowing the phrase "a watched pot never boils", he turned away from the tea kettle and opened a nearby cabinet. He produced from it a small teacup and saucer, both imprinted with rather effeminate, flowery little designs- he thought they were incredibly stupid, and had pointed this out to Bakura several times, but the Tombrobber either ignored him or hit him. He had learned to not question the albino's taste in tableware.
He fetched a teabag from the glass bowl located near where the water jug had previously been and placed it, tassle dangling just so, in the cup.
He then set to the rather important buisness of dabbing at his arm with a damp paper towel and debating whether or not he should disinfect the two rather deep fangholes- but no. He knew exactly where Bakura's mouth had been (and where he hoped they would be that night).
Suddenly, the squeal of the teapot interrupted his train of thought. He lifted the kettle off the burner, swtiching the stove off and pouring a bit of steaming water into the small, flowery china cup. He stirred the drink gently until it was Bakura's perferred strength, and carried it out into the dining room on top of it's saucer.

((Well, that was unnecesarily long. xD))

((it was beautiful))
Bakura watched malik come in and smirked sheepishly seeing the bite mark and then he got up and kissed him apologetically nipping his noes playfully then takes the tea cup. Smiling softly he sipped his tea, then he sighed contently as the hot bitter liquid slipped down his throat and he set the saucer down carefully so he wouldn't spill the precious liquid. He looked at Malik smiling playfully "thanks for the tea Malik" he looked at the bite mark again and hugged malik, he then licked the cut then his cheek and then he proceeded to pull him down to sit next to him and the went back to being absorbed in his tea

(( Holy long posts, Batman! 8D <3 ))

The kiss was enough for Malik to forgive Bakura almost entirely (there was not a moment in the day where he wasn't irritated with Bakura for some reason or another), and the smell of the tea on his lover's breath as the Tombrobber's tongue traced up his arm sealed the deal.
Malik sat down (or, rather, Bakura pulled him down) and, careful not to disturb the Englishman's tea, pulled him in so that ever-loved mass of fluffy, white hair could rest on his collarbone. He contemplated saying something cheesy- anything between "this is nice" and "i love you", but settled instead for a hum of contentment.
(He wasn't going to say this out-loud, but this was nice and did love Bakura. It was only a matter of showing it.)

(( Seriously, we need to find something to do with these two. Fluff only gets you so far, y'know? ))

((But fluff is so cute and bloody :D lol I love that Bakura bite him!............... is that wrong?))
Bakura sighed resting against Malik while holding his tea careful as to not spill it and looks up smirking, flashing his glistening fangs. Then he yawned mouth opening wide to reveal a mouth of sharp teeth and once again his long sharp canines. He then stretched arching his back in a oddly feline like fashion then leaned back sighing to rest on Malik again

Something close to a half an hour passed, with Bakura resting on Malik's shoulder. It was almost entirely silent, save for the occasional sip or two Bakura took from his tea, or simply background noise. It was (still) nice.
But, as the day continued on, Marik felt himself growing restless. Bakura was finished with his tea, but already looked to be falling back asleep, and that was quite the problem. (Malik didn't want to be the one to wake him up)
"Bakura?" Malik looked down at the young man. "Let's go out."

Bakura tilted his head upward and looked up at malik in surprised and thought carefully "well I dont think the bars are open yet sooo what do you wanna do?" He looked at Malik earnestly while he raised a single thin white eyebrow in question

"...take a walk." Of course, 'take a walk' really meant 'let's go scare children at the park', which was one of Malik's favorite pasttimes. It probably shouldn't have been, but it was.

Bakura chuckled darkly knowing that when Malik said take a walk he meant go to the park and he only liked going to the park for a few reasons, 1. to close the curtains on the big stage at the park and fuck on the darkened stage being as vocal as they can scaring passing people, 2. to freak out homophobes, or 3. Maliks personal favorite to scare young children "sounds fun to me" Bakura says as he leaned up to kiss his lover softly in the lips still smirking because he loved doing all three of these, especially number 1, just thinking about it got him excited

Malik leaned into the kiss, gently probing Bakura's mouth with his tongue, grazing over the razor-sharp tops of filed fangs.
But the kissing could wait.
"Then I suppose I should get dressed." He slowly stood, holding Bakura up so he wouldn't fall. "Be right back," He declared, slinking off back into their shared room to riffle through his drawers untill he found something suitable to wear.
Emerging a few minutes later in a black tanktop and khakis (he wasn't going to bother bringing his RH cloak; he had no plans to play any children's card games that morning), he walked back up to Bakura and wrapped his arms around the smaller one's neck from behind, planting butterfly kisses up and down his neck. "Your turn,"

Bakura leaned back into Malik and purred contently then said slightly breathless "your not exactly encouraging me to get ready let alone get up....but please continue..." he then closed his eyes still purring

I should stop...
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, nip, lick, kiss...
Really, I should...
Bite, kiss, lick, kiss, kiss, nip, bite, lick...
Really...
Self control was not one of Malik's strongsuits, to say the least. But, despite how enticing a nice, friendly romp on the kitchen table at eight-fifty-three in the morning on a Saturday sounded, he managed to stop slobbering all over Bakura's neck and pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "More when we're at the park." Malik had absolutely no sense of modesty, and it wouldn't be the first time he and Bakura'd gotten frisky on the stage in the center of the common.

Bakura groaned when he stopped missing it immediately then smirks wickedly turning to looks at Malik as a crooked smirk graced his pale lips playfully "then what's the point of getting dressed in the first place? Would it piss my little Malik off if someone else saw me practically naked?" He snickered knowing Malik can be extremely portective

This was another circumstance when Malik was glad for his naturally tan skin, because it hit the pink of his blush rather well. Bakura tended to sleep rather lightly dressed, and was wearing only his boxers. And, albiet, he didn't think Bakura could get in trouble, as he was still wearing clothing, and he would be easier to disrobe...
But no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no way was he to accompany Bakura out in his boxers.
"Come on, Bakura, get dressed."

Bakura sighed laughing a little "fine" he gets up and kissed Malik one the cheek then walks in that silent way of his that alowed him to sneak up on almost anyone, Malik being one if the few who could acculy hear let alone regester his light tread as footsteps, into their bedroom and came out wearing his usual faded light blue jeans, a blue and white striped T-shirt that hugged his lithe form in all the right ways, his ring which jingled slightly bumping against his chest wgith each one of his graceful preditory strides and lastly his favorite pitch black duster that he always wore no matter how hot it was outside and he then proceeded to wrap his pale slim arms around Maliks waist kissing the back of the tomb keepers tanned neck and then licked and nibbled delicately at his ear-lobe "ready to leave darling?" Bakura whispered in a low sensual voice that was silkily smooth like black velvet when whispered into the tomb keepers ear the same beatiful voice that whispers words of tourture and death unto the ears of it owners many victims the same suductive voice that has called out the tanned mans name in heated passion now just as beautifuly whispers this simple question into his lovers ear as softly as a butterflys wings touch the sky
((Lol wicked bord so I drew this out as much as I could))

Malik ran a tan, calloused hand through his lover's fluffy white hair, soaking in every syllable, every letter, of the silky smooth words that came trickling out from behind his soft, pale lips. "Yes," He answered quietly, kissing Bakura behind the ear.
But that could wait.
he perferred an audience, anyhow.