Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ecstasy ❯ Natural ( Chapter 2 )

Ecstasy

The Panasonic Princess

Chapter two:

Natural

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You take me to ecstasy

Without taking Ecstasy

It's exactly like ecstasy

When you laying right next to me (yeah)

I'm sexing you, sexing you (uh-huh…)

And you sexing me, sexing me

It feels so damn natural

What we doing so naturally (I know…)

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Yugi paled as he looked into the furious eyes of his yami, and he backed up a step, fully prepared to be screamed at. How much had Yami seen? How much had he heard? Gods, if he'd heard Yugi's promise to come back here tonight…

But Yami said nothing.

He simply sighed deeply and turned away, returning to his place in the living room. Yugi stared after him, frowning. Yami had looked so angry… what had that been about? Had he even seen anything?

He took his seat on the couch again, folding his hands in his lap, not really watching the movie. Yami had resumed making out with his lover. No one seemed to notice that he'd returned (not that he expected them to notice that he'd left…). He sighed. Maybe being with Marik wasn't such a bad thing. It could actually be good for him…

And you want to have someone to make out with along with everyone else…

He couldn't deny it. He just wanted someone. And Marik was very, very hot. How the Egyptian found him at all alluring, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't about to tempt fate. The point was that there was someone who wanted him, someone who was attracted to him. If Yami didn't agree with it, the hell with him.

He smiled as he settled in to watch the movie. His days of loneliness were over.

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It was quarter to eight when Yami and Bakura finally left to go wherever they went at night. Yugi watched them leave, and turned to grab his jacket. They had left late for some reason or another, but Yugi didn't care. He'd still be on time.

It had been tense between him and Yami for the rest of the afternoon, but Yugi couldn't decide if Yami had seen or heard anything or not. Yami hadn't said anything about it.

He pulled on his shoes at the door, and opened the door. The night breeze hit him in the face softly. It was a nice night. He walked down the street briskly, humming to himself. It was warm, and he liked the good feeling it gave him. Warm weather always meant good things, right?

It took him ten minutes to walk to the Ishtar's (only because he'd taken his time). Marik was at the door already, and Yugi smiled at him as he reached the house.

"Waiting for me?" Yugi asked as he stepped inside.

"I was making sure you got here alright," the blonde replied, "It's dark outside."

"I only live a few blocks away from here."

"That's ample space for something to happen," Marik said, "I should have picked you up."

"And if Yami had been there?" Yugi asked sensibly. Marik grinned.

"You really want to know my answer to that?"

"Uh… no."

They laughed together as they collapsed on the living room couch.

"Anyway," Marik continued, "There's something I want to know."

"Yeah?" Yugi replied. He entwined his fingers with Marik's discreetly, hoping that the yami wouldn't mind.

"Well… I need to know if… you're still afraid of me."

Yugi blinked. Of all the things he was expecting to hear, this wasn't it. Why would Marik think Yugi was afraid of him, especially considering what happened that afternoon?

"Of course I'm not, Marik," he whispered, moving closer to the Egyptian, "It's been a long time since I was. Why do you ask that?"

Marik sighed.

"I needed to know if you were here just because you were intimidated. I don't want to scare you, Yugi, and I don't want you to be with me just because you're afraid of what I may do to you if you don't do what I want," he paused for a moment, then continued, "I don't want us to be together if you aren't completely comfortable with it. I need to be sure that this is what you want."

"It is what I want," Yugi answered without hesitation, "I'm not afraid of you, Marik. I think you're a nice person if you try. You are a person that I can see myself even… falling in love with."

There was a very pregnant pause as Marik took this in, and Yugi enjoyed seeing all the different emotions cross his face. It let him know that the yami was really human, and that eased him greatly. Marik reached over and pulled Yugi closer, running his fingers through his tri-colored hair. He felt Marik kiss him softly on the forehead, and he sighed. This was nice, but for some reason, it wasn't enough…

Pulling slightly away from the large, warm body, he buried his hand in the mane of blonde hair and pulled Marik's head toward his. The kiss was unlike the sweet ones from earlier; this one was desperate, needy. Marik groaned, pulling him closer, and the kiss became increasingly sloppy. It broke, however, as quickly as it had begun, and Marik moved his mouth down to devour Yugi's neck greedily. The smaller teen's grip on the thin shirt beneath his free hand tightened. He loved this-he needed this.

But when he began to pull at the buttons of Marik's shirt, the blonde moved away.

"Yugi…" he whispered, "Are you sure you want to go this far? I-it's a bit early…"

Yugi smiled.

"I'm sure," he replied, "Marik, I've never been so sure about anything. I don't know what's happening to me, but I've never wanted to give myself so freely to someone like I want to give myself to you. I want this. I want you to have me."

"It's just… I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret whatever happens…"

"How could I? I want this," Yugi persisted. Marik reached over a brushed a lock of hair away from his face.

"Well… only if you're completely sure… I would never deny you if that's what you want."

"It is what I want," Yugi whispered, "Just promise me one thing."

"Yes?"

"Promise me that you won't just leave me… that you'll be there when it's over."

"I promise," Marik replied, kissing him, "I won't leave you until you want me to. I'll be here for you."

"That's all I wanted to know," Yugi said as he was lifted up into strong, powerful arms, and carried to the stairs. They kissed sweetly, and Yugi laid his head on the tanned shoulder.

Never had anything felt so right.

(Here's the lemon. It isn't posted anywhere else. I personally think it sucks, and I know that I'll probably lose readers because of it, but... well, yeah. I just don't have the energy to rewrite it, not with Toxic and various other projects still waiting to be finished. I promise the next lemon (which won't be Marik/Yugi) will be much, much better. Really.

Heh... sorry again.)

Yugi giggled breathlessly as he was deposited on the bed, his soon-to-be lover climbing on top of him. The blonde attacked his neck, eliciting a moan from him, and his shirt was lifted up over his head. Marik quickly bent his head and kissed his way down the teen's chest and torso. He paused for a moment to remove his own shirt.

He was beautiful. A finely assembled body leaned over him lustily, and Yugi's breath caught in his throat. Suddenly, he felt so inadequate. As if sensing his thoughts, Marik leaned down and captured his lips softly, his hands darting down for his jeans.

"Beautiful…" the blonde moaned into his mouth, his hands dipping beneath the waistband of Yugi's jeans.

He cried aloud as Marik began to stroke him harshly. He threw his head back and gripped the sheets beneath him. He began to pant and sweat.

"Please," he gasped, unable to say much more, "More…"

Marik, grinning, was all too happy to reply. Taking his jeans and boxers off wit hone sweep, he dipped his head and took Yugi's arousal into his mouth, sucking hard. Stars exploded in front of his eyes as a wave of pleasure shuddered through him. It was intense… so much so that he could barely cry out. Marik continued to suck and bob his head, Yugi squirming madly. He needed completion… release…

It all rushed to him quickly, and he climaxed, collapsing onto the bed with another shudder, riding the waves of his orgasm. He felt Marik slid up beside him, brushing a sweaty lock of hair out of his face. Yugi, half spent, closed his eyes, ready to sleep.

"Oh, no you don't," Marik warned, "I'm far from done with you, kitten…"

"… kitten?"

"Yeah, `kitten.' It suits you. You're so soft and cuddly and warm…"

"Whatever… what was it you were saying about not being done with me?"

"Oh, yeah…"

Marik climbed on top of him again, grabbing his softening erection.

"You're not finished yet. I'm still having fun…"

He reached over and opened a drawer. Out of it, he took what Yugi recognized as lube. He had always been finding it all over the Bakura household when he had been with Ryou.

Marik slipped a slick finger into his entrance, and he moaned. The first finger was followed by a second, and a third, stretching him. The yami thrust the fingers in and out of him, making him cry out. The fingers were removed, and Yugi felt the tip of Marik's erection enter him.

He wasn't naïve. He knew this was going to hurt, and he was prepared for it. He gripped the blankets as Marik pushed in. As he predicted, it hurt, but not a lot. In fact… it felt like he was being completed. As Marik filled him, he could help but feel that this was right, and that it would always be right.

Then, Marik stopped moving. He was fully sheathed in Yugi's body, and they were both panting. Marik leaned down to kiss him, and they both moaned at the movement. They kissed sweetly.

"Are you okay?" Marik whispered. Yugi nodded frantically.

"Please… don't stop…"

The blonde growled, and began to thrust into him. Yugi moaned as that little cluster of nerves was hit, and he thrashed from side to side. Marik thrust harder and faster as the smaller teen begged out to him.

"Come for me, kitten…" the blonde was growling in his ear, "Give in to it… come for me…"

He pounded into the small body, and thought began to disappear from Yugi's head. His vision was turning blurry from the passion.

A scream was torn from his throat as he climaxed for the second time that night. Like a domino effect, Marik's own release exploded inside Yugi soon after. They stilled, Marik laying somewhat next to him. He slid out of him slowly, and wrapped his arms around Yugi's waist, pulling him onto his chest.

They fell asleep to the sound of each other's heartbeats.

As quietly as possible, Malik Ishtar opened the front door of his home, tiptoeing inside. It was three in the morning, and he'd just brought Ryou home. Bakura, thankfully hadn't been there. He and Yami probably got a room somewhere, as not to disturb their hikaris. Malik wasn't sure why they wasted their money-they could do it just about anywhere (including the linen closet over at Ryou's house; Malik had seen them at it).

He hoped that Marik was asleep. The yami would go ballistic if he saw his hikari come home at three o'clock in the morning. Marik had become very protective of the things he loved in the past few months, and that included Malik.

He quietly peeked into Marik's room to make sure the darkness was asleep. What he saw made him gasp and bring his hand up to his mouth in shock.

Marik wasn't alone in bed. Slumbering peacefully in his arms was Yugi Mutou.

Malik unintentionally slammed the door shut in surprise, waking its occupants. Marik came stumbling out a few moments later, his eyes red and angry. He calmed down at the sight of his light.

"Malik… are you just getting in now?" he hissed, "You scared the fuck out of me. What the hell were you doing out so late?"

"What the hell was I doing?" Malik repeated, "What were you doing in bed with Yugi? Are you-are you sleeping with him?"

"It's no business of yours if I am," Marik growled, "You saw nothing."

"What, are you suicidal?" Malik gasped, "Yami's going to kill you when he finds out you're sleeping with his hikari. You know how he is with Yugi. He'll murder you first and ask questions later."

"I am very capable of taking care of myself, hikari," the yami replied, "Besides, if I have my way, he'll never find out. And you won't tell him."

"But-Yugi deserves someone who's going to love him," Malik shot back, "He needs someone to support him. I don't think you understand the kind of attention he needs."

"You think I can't love him?"

"Not the way he needs to be loved. He needs someone to be there for him when he's had a bad day. He needs a shoulder to cry on. I don't think you can give him that. "

"Well, you obviously don't know Yugi very well," Marik snapped, "The person who begged me to take him last night isn't the person you just described to me. Yugi's changed. I've changed. What we could have is perfect. Don't you dare try to take that away from me."

Malik stepped back, confused. Yugi had begged him? He'd wanted to sleep with Marik?

That just doesn't sound like Yugi…

"You won't tell Yami, will you, Malik?"

Yugi appeared behind Marik, wrapping his arms around the yami's waist. Malik sighed. He looked happy. It was against his better judgement, but…

"No, Yugi. I won't tell him. I promise."

Yugi smiled, and thanked him, but as the two went back into the bedroom, Malik couldn't help but feel just a little uncertain about the whole thing.

This is not good.

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Ta da! I don't really like how this chapter came out, but I don't feel like writing the whole thing over again. It makes sense, and that's all that matters right now. I promise, the third chapter will be much better.

Next time: Yami thinks about the possibility of Yugi and Marik getting together … how far will he let his jealousy take him?