Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Happy Birthday Malak ❯ One-Shot

Ooh, I did something bad!

Ryou: *shivers* I have a feeling it has something to do with me.

You are so right. . .I continued with the "Yours Completely" time line and I wrote a story for the Marik/Ryou/Malik pairing, er, or whatever you'd call a threesome.

I think I'm going to continue with this time line some more too. I totally like Yami/Bakura with Bakura being a slave and the whole Marik/Ryou/Malik, Seto/Yugi, Mai/Joey and Tristan/Tea. (More so the Yami/Bakura and Marik/Ryou/Malik though. . .)

Authors Notes: In my game boy game whoever you fight, I don't know if it's Malik or Yami Malik, but whoever they are, they are called Marik. And since Malik already has a name, I've decided that from now on, except for Chibi For A Day, I'm going to call Yami Malik, Marik. Also, I have changed Bakura's past, he was now a slave. So if you see something about a `former slave' then I am talking abut Bakura. Another thing, there will be another fic after this (eventually. . .hopefully. . .if anyone wants one) that explains the things going on with Ryou. Um, I think that's about it, except personalities have been changed to my liking. Oh, one more thing, don't let the title fool you, `Malak' is NOT `Malik'.

ChibiQuatre Muse: Spyder does not own Yu Gi Oh! And she can't tell Yami Malik what I said! Nor does she speak Egyptian and/or Arabic, so if the words are wrong, ignore it.

*italics* for Emphasis because I'm just coping from my FF.net account!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MALAK

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It was early Saturday morning and a pale silver-haired boy lay peacefully sleeping in his bed. His night had, for once, been quiet, but that was do to the fact that the other occupants in the house had gone to the Shadow Realm. The unsuspecting boy had no idea that he was no longer alone.

A dark figure crept through the house undetected by both shadow users in Bakura's bedroom. Snickering could be heard as the shadow moved about, finally reaching the closed door of his unsuspecting victim. Soundlessly the door was opened and the shade entered, grinning evilly, a pink tongue darted out, wetting dry red lips.

Suddenly, with a loud cry, the figure launched themselves into the air, landing on the bed and the sleeping boy.

Deep brown eyes opened in fright as the boy gasped and tried to flip onto his back so he could see his attacker, but he was effectively pinned to the bed. And what luck for the attacker; the pretty little one was naked. Leaning forward, the intruder nuzzled against Ryou Bakura's ear. The boy was too scared to scream as he felt fingers, sharp as daggers digging into his skin. He was paralyzed; his fear of being held down seized at his body. He felt warm breath tickle his ear and his attacker spoke, after licking his ear.

"Good morning, my little nymph." The voice growled lowly and when it registered in Ryou's head he scowled and threw the other body off of him.

"Marik Ishtar you son of a bitch!" He growled before moving so he could see the other boy. Movement by the door caught his attention and he saw Malik leaning against the doorframe. "Oh, and you just stand there and look all innocent." Ryou growled, glaring at the blonde Egyptian.

Malik only smirked and shrugged. He was used to his lover's morning behaviour. Ryou was not a morning person. Anyone who had ever tried to wake the boy up would have agreed.

Suddenly Malik was pushed forward as both Bakura and Yami rushed into the room. "What happened we heard a-you're naked, never mind." Bakura growled and grabbed Yami by the arm and pulled him out of the room.

Ryou raised an eyebrow, that had been odd.

Malik ignored the two as he looked back at the naked boy on the bed. "Is it against the law to see our boyfriend on his birthday?" He asked as he sat down on the bed beside Ryou, then he grinned, "Especially when he's already in his birthday suit." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he leaned closer to Ryou.

Ryou snorted, "When you wake him up before a time with two digits in the hour it is." He growled but let Malik kiss him anyway as he pouted.

"I'm sure you can forgive us." Marik rolled his eyes at the drama queen in the bed as he lay down beside Ryou, wrapping an arm loosely around his bare waist.

"Blow me." Ryou snorted and covered his face with a pillow to try to go back to sleep. He suddenly gasped when he felt something warm and wet engulf his length and begin to suck. Moaning at the sudden contact he slowly pulled the pillow away so he could see. "I didn't mean it literally Malik." He muttered before closing his eyes and biting his lower lip.

Malik, who had positioned himself between Ryou's legs, just grinned as he teased the younger boy. Marik moved so he could sit up, leaning his head against the backboard of the bed beside Ryou. He watched as Malik worked the pale flesh in his mouth and he watched as Ryou arched into the touch. Together, the two lights were irresistibly hot, and Marik knew for a fact that if any straight man saw them together, he'd want them. He'd seen it happen.

Marik bit his lip hard as he watched Ryou begin to clutch the sheets on the bed. Desperate whimpers escaped his mouth and each one went straight to Marik's own need. Finally, when Marik was sure he was going to throw Malik off and take the withering boy Ryou gasped as he reached his climax. Looking down, Marik stared into the glazed brown eyes as they focused and unfocused from pleasure. When Malik finally drew back and Ryou was still on the bed, the spirit wrapped an arm around the youngest of the three and moved Ryou so the boy's back was pressed against Marik's body.

Malik stretched out beside Ryou and grinned evilly as he pressed his lips against Ryou's. Marik got up and went over to the door, after closing it he went to Ryou's dresser and pulled open one of the drawers, watching as Malik reawaked Ryou's arousal with his skills. Grinning to himself he grabbed a tube of lubrication that Ryou had learned to keep. Closing the drawer again, Marik stripped himself of his clothes. Returning to the bed again he saw that Malik was half dressed now as well.

Lying across the mattress with his feet at the head of the bed, Marik opened the tube of lubrication and applied a general amount to his fingers. He gave Malik a mental signal and his hikari lifted one of Ryou's legs so it wrapped around Malik's waist, effectively spreading Ryou's thighs. As Malik kept Ryou distracted, Marik gently worked one of his fingers inside of Ryou's body, causing the boy to wince and pull away from the offending finger. But all that did was cause him to thrust against Malik, which made both boys moan.

Knowing that Ryou was particularly sensitive, and also knowing what would happen to him if there was any harm done to the former slave's light, Marik stopped for a moment. When Ryou thrust back to show the spirit that he was ready, Marik replaced his one finger with two, then after that three. By the time Ryou was stretched, both of the mortals had gotten Malik's clothes off.

The Egyptian rolled himself above Ryou and placed his knees on either side of the boy, only to start kissing him again. Malik felt Marik get off the bed and there was a hand on his hip. Ryou, sensing what was happening and knowing that Malik needed a distraction, pulled away from Malik's mouth and slid under him so he could take one of the erect nipples into his mouth. Malik moaned and leaned on one of his arms so he wouldn't fall and crush Ryou. His other hand gently ran through Ryou's soft hair, encouraging him.

Seeing that Ryou was distracting his light, Marik took the opportunity and pressed his finger passed the reluctant ring of muscle that protected Malik's entrance. Malik moaned as he shoved back as he pulled Ryou back up and attacked the other boy's mouth. Knowing what his other half could take, Marik shoved three fingers inside of the tight heat. Malik whimpered against Ryou but didn't pull away.

When Marik moved away, Malik broke the kiss between him and the other boy. "I want you inside me." Malik whispered into Ryou's ear as they moved, this time Malik was lying across the bed. The Egyptian wrapped his legs against Ryou's waist and pulled the other boy to him hard, causing Ryou's erect member to slide into him. Both boys moaned at the sudden sensation and Malik arched off the bed as he held Ryou still, knowing he was right on the edge. Small soft kisses on his chest and stomach brought him back to reality and he saw that Marik was watching them.

Beckoning to his other half, Malik moved his legs, which had hooked around Ryou's back, so he wouldn't get in Marik's way. Marik moved behind Ryou and got the boy's attention. Pulling Ryou back up, the spirit whispered something into the boy's ear. Ryou nodded before Marik pulled him into a long heated kiss, one that left even Malik hot.

Still dazed, Ryou bent over Malik and readied himself to be taken. Chocolate brown stared down into bright lavender eyes as he felt a hand gently rub his back. He felt a pressure at his entrance then felt Marik slowly enter him. Ryou bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain and discomfort. He knew it wouldn't last long, but to him it felt like forever. As Marik pushed forward a tear welled up in Ryou's eye and finally fell, right onto Malik's cheek.

Sitting up slightly, just so he could reach Ryou's face, Malik placed small kisses over Ryou's cheeks, eyes and mouth. Finally Marik was fully sheathed and he lightly ran his hand in small circles over Ryou's smooth back. Ryou's senses were reeling from being both taken and giving at the same time. His body was lit with new pleasure, as if this was his first time again, though Malik and Marik always had a way with him.

Responding to the lips against his he shoved back against Marik, telling the spirit that he was ready. Marik slowly moved out of his lovers body and gently pushed back in, he took it slow for the first few minutes, knowing that it would help Ryou get used to the feeling of being taken, but also tease his lover to no end. When he knew Ryou would be okay he stopped all together, now half way out of the boy's body.

Desperate for more contact, Ryou shoved back, causing himself to move within Malik's body. Malik broke the kiss between them and moaned, arching as Ryou thrust into him deeply. Upon opening his eyes, Malik was reminded of why he liked the bottom so much. Oh, he liked the top and middle positions too, but on the bottom he could see both of his lovers at the same time, and he would be the first to admit that Marik and Ryou looked very appealing together.

Malik bit his lip as he watched Marik push forward; causing Ryou to get shoved harder into Malik's tight entrance. Both Ryou and Malik groaned loudly, Ryou's moan ending in an annoyed growl as Marik nipped at his neck teasingly. A hand slipped down and wrapped itself around Malik's neglected member, which was weeping for attention.

Malik gasped and thrust into the warm hand, causing Ryou to be jerked and almost losing what little control he had. Marik liked to make his two lovers almost reach their climax, and then would stop them before; this torture could go on for several hours and had many times before. But the spirit was reminded of the other plans he and Malik had set for today since it was Ryou's seventeenth birthday.

Taking over the rhythm Ryou had created, Marik thrust into Ryou hard, in turn making Ryou plunge deep into Malik. With the hand around his shaft, Malik was already too far gone and with one last thrust and tug Malik came hard, spraying Ryou in the chest.

"Don't cum yet." Marik whispered into Ryou's ear and Ryou whimpered as Malik clenched around him. Having stopped all movement, except for Ryou's quivering body, Marik moved Ryou so the boy slipped from Malik's body. Sending his light a mental message, Marik watched as Malik got up and disappeared into the bathroom that was connected to Ryou's room. While Malik was gone, Marik gently soothed Ryou, knowing that the boy's body was aflame with sensations.

Ryou's eyes were tightly shut, so when something soft touched his chest he gasped and opened his eyes. Malik sat in front of him again and in his hands, the Egyptian held a towel. Malik cleaned Ryou of his mess, then wiped Ryou's straining member as well, mostly to stimulate him more. Ryou moaned and he tried to thrust into Malik's hands, but Marik was stopping him. Malik again disappeared from Ryou's sight as he went over to the white desk on the other side of the room and grabbed the Millennium Rod.

Grabbing the tub of lubrication Marik had left on the desk, Malik spread some of the gel over the item, then keeping some on his fingers he moved over to the bed where he stood behind Marik. He slipped his fingers into Marik's channel and coated his insides with the lube, and then he gently slid the Millennium Rod as far as Marik could take it.

Marik gave him a nod and Malik knew to leave it. He crawled back onto the bed and lay upside down so Ryou was practically straddling his face. Ryou spread his legs to give Malik room as he bent forward, his face right above Malik's limp member. Chocolate eyes studied the tanned skin on Malik's legs and a smile appeared on his face when he noticed the hickey displayed on Malik's inner thigh, the one Ryou had tried to tell his friends about the night before from that game, but Malik had stopped him.

Ryou's eyes went wide as he felt his throbbing shaft sucked down Malik's hot throat. At the same time Marik began to thrust into him again. With the double sensation Ryou knew he wouldn't last long and from his moans, and as well as Marik's he could see that Malik was getting aroused again. Using his tongue and mouth, Ryou sixty nined Malik as Marik drove deep inside of him.

The pleasure soon began to build and the only warning that either boy had that Ryou was about to climax was a muffled moan. Malik expertly swallowed the boy's juices, having always liked the flavour of Ryou. Marik had been caught off guard and lost his own control and drove himself as deep as he could go and let himself cum.

When Marik slipped out of his body and rested beside the two boys, Ryou did something amazing with his tongue that sent Malik over the edge again, and he came fast, causing Ryou to choke. The silver haired boy caught himself and lapped up the white liquid that had escaped his lips. With that he collapsed on the opposite side of Malik that Marik was on, half on the bed and half on Malik.

After a long moment of silence so they could all come down from their highs, Ryou spoke. "That was a birthday present I'll never forget." He puffed softly, causing Malik to laugh.

Sitting up, the Egyptian looked down at Ryou, who was currently using his leg as a pillow. "You didn't think that was all we had planned for you today, did you?" He wondered as he grinned evilly.

"You can't seriously think that I could do that again, do you?" Ryou narrowed his eyes.

The birthday boy `meeped' as Marik sat up as well and the two forced him off the bed. Marik picked Ryou up and took him into the bathroom, "You have a shower here while Malik and I use the one downstairs. If we shower together then we'll never get out of here. Be ready in fifteen minutes!" He said then left the room, dragging a naked Malik with him.

Blinking at the sudden movements Ryou suddenly heard Bakura's voice. "Damn it Ishtar! Put on some fucking clothes if you're going to walk around my house! Yami! Stop laughing!"

Grinning to himself, Ryou jumped into the shower.

***

"Where are we going?" Ryou asked from the passenger seat of Malik's mustang.

"What, are you blind and can't see?" Marik teased from the backseat as he tugged on Ryou's seat belt.

Ryou growled and crossed his arms, "You know damn well I can't see with this stupid blindfold you made me wear Marik!" He snapped, causing Malik to chuckle as he turned a corner.

"Don't fret Ibliis, we're almost there." Malik replied as he stopped at a red light, calling Ryou by his favourite nickname that he had found for the boy. It meant `Satan or devil', but for perverted reasons only Malik knew.

A sudden gasp caught his attention and he looked over at the passenger seat. Marik had his hand over Ryou's mouth and was attacking the boy's exposed neck, not to say that Ryou was minding this attack. "Please, not in my car." He glared at his yami who reluctantly backed off.

Marik pouted in the back seat. He hated being so near Ryou when he couldn't touch him. It was the same with Malik, but at the moment that mortal happened to be driving.

Ryou sighed, "Are we there yet?" He asked impatiently. He hated being tied down in any way, this included blindfolded. He always needed to have control of his own body unless he voluntarily gave up that control, like he always did with Marik and Malik, he knew that the two of them would never hurt him. Some of the fear had something to do with Bakura, probably Bakura's feelings of his past blending with Ryou's feelings. But most of the fear was Ryou's own from when he was a little younger…

"You're whining." Malik stated the obvious and Ryou rolled his eyes, at least, that's what Malik thought he did.

"I know I'm whining. I can't see and you haven't told me where we're going." Ryou pouted.

"I can't tell you where we're going because it'll ruin the surprise." Malik shook his head, then suddenly his eyes went wide.

"Malik!" Marik spat from the back seat.

Ryou grinned, "A surprise huh? For poor little me? Now, what could it be?" He wondered, always willing to play these `games' with his lovers.

"We're not going to tell you, you'll just have to wait until we get there." Malik replied as he saw their destination down the street.

"Aw, pweas?" Ryou turned his head over toward Malik, causing the Egyptian to chuckle.

"Ryou, El Awra-" Malik started but was cut off.

"What did you just call me?" Ryou growled.

"The blind one." Marik offered from the back.

"Anyway, the puppy eyes don't work when you're blindfolded." Malik rolled his eyes.

"Damn it all." Ryou went back to pouting.

***

"Watch your step!" Malik said as he led Ryou up the flight of stairs to their apartment.

Ryou raised an eyebrow. "How can I watch when I'm blindfolded?" He asked, stumbling a bit and suddenly losing his balance. He fell back and awaited the collision with the stairs, but it never came. Warm arms wrapped around him from behind as he fell against a body.

"Humor us." Marik nipped at his ear then pushed him back to a standing position. Ryou sighed in defeat then let Malik take his hands again and they continued up the, what seemed like, never ending stairs.

After finally reaching the top of the stairs and walking for a bit, Ryou heard a knocking sound. He tilted his head as he heard a woman's voice from the other side, telling them that she was coming. "Was that Isis?" He asked, but received no answer.

The door opened and Isis Ishtar stood in the doorway. "It's about time you freaks got here. I know you had to sleep with him first, but Ra!" She ranted as she moved aside to let them in.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch." Marik rolled his eyes as he pushed Ryou into the apartment. "I swear, that's all women do, its no wonder why I'm gay!" He growled.

Ryou giggled softly as he was led further into the apartment. Ryou knew the place well and by all the turns they had taken he knew that they were in Malik and Marik's room.

Isis was heard again, "Can I at least say something to him?" She glared at Malik.

"Fine, but hurry up!" Malik sighed.

Isis just rolled her eyes and went over to Ryou; he felt hands on his shoulder then a kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday sweetheart, don't let these two exhaust you, alright? You still have school tomorrow." She said.

"Yes Mom." Ryou grinned as Isis laughed then left the room. Malik closed the door behind her. "Can I take off this stupid blindfold now?" He asked, exasperated.

"Yes!" Malik mimicked him. He and Marik both knew that Ryou didn't like any kind of confinement at all, the two of them had found this out when. . .experimenting with their sex lives. Ryou hadn't reacted to handcuffs the way Malik had hoped he would.

Ryou ripped off the blindfold, blinking a little. Marik had gone over to the closet and retrieved a small box with holes cut out in the top. As Malik pushed Ryou onto the bed, so they could all sit down, Marik handed the silver-haired boy the box.

"What's this?" Ryou wondered as he looked at Marik, then Malik after taking the box.

"I do believe he's forgotten what he does with a present." Malik teased, speaking to Marik.

Marik grinned, "Open it Malak." He smiled softly as he sat down on the other side of Ryou. Malik blinked at his yami in surprise. Marik wasn't the type to use endearments. Then again, Ryou wasn't the type to understand them, at least not when spoken in Arabic.

"Did you just call me Malik?" Ryou wondered. Okay, he knew that Marik acted insane a lot, it wasn't really starting to effect him, was it?

Malik laughed, causing the confused boy to turn to him. "He called you Mal-ak. There's an `A' instead of an `I'." He explained, knowing that Ryou didn't know much Egyptian unless he was reading it from hieroglyphics. All he knew without hieroglyphics was how to swear and tell someone that their mother wore crocodile skin boots. And Malik wasn't about to tell the boy what `Malak' meant for two reasons. One, he didn't want to embarrass his other half, and two, he knew that not knowing would drive Ryou mad!

"What does it mean?" Ryou asked, as Malik knew he would.

"I'm not telling, now open the box already!" Malik insisted.

"Fine, but I still want to know." The silver haired boy opened the lid to the box and gasped, as his eyes grew wide. Inside the box, curled up on what looked to be an old baby blanket, was a tiny silver haired kitten. Ryou had wanted a cat for so long, it had at least been months. But Bakura had always said no, because he was allergic to the fur balls.

Suddenly, the meaning of `Malak' left his mind as Ryou gently scooped up the napping kitten and held it to his chest, gently petting it's head with his finger. Having been disturbed, the kitchen opened its eyes and blinked as it looked up at Ryou. "He has eyes the same colour as yours." The boy mentioned as he looked over at Malik, then Marik.

"Is he okay?" Malik asked, "We weren't sure if you wanted a male or a female, and then there was the colour to consider."

"We weren't sure until we saw this one in the pet store." Marik explained, "Nobody wanted him because his eyes creeped them out, even the other kittens stayed away from him."

"Well, I think you have beautiful eyes." Ryou held the kitten up to his nose. A small paw extended out and landed on said nose, causing Ryou to smile.

"So, what are you going to name him?" Malik asked as he lay back, leaning across the width of his bed and against the wall.

"I'm not sure yet." Ryou looked at the kitten, studying it. The kitten seemed to study him in return. "It's gotta be perfect." He explained and suddenly groaned. "Bakura's not going to let me keep him! He's allergic to cats." He sighed, causing Marik to laugh.

"Bakura isn't allergic to cats." Marik smirked, then explained, as Ryou looked confused. "That's just an excuse because he's *afraid* of cats."

Ryou blinked, then giggled. "I didn't think anything like a cat could scare Bakura. Wait, didn't all Egyptians worship cats back then?" He wondered.

Marik snorted, "That's true, but the only praying Bakura ever did was when he begged Ra to kill all cats, or at least keep them away from him. Besides, we talked him into agreeing to allow you to keep fur ball here." Marik pointed to the mass, which was so small he fit in Ryou's hand.

Piercing lavender eyes glared up at Marik. "Hey! That's my glare you stupid pest!" Marik growled as he glared back at the cat.

"I don't think they get along." Malik mumbled, stating the obvious again.

"I do believe you're right, but I don't care! I love Ishtar and I'm keeping him!" Ryou smirked as he hugged the newly dubbed `Ishtar'.

"Ishtar?" Both Malik and Marik asked at the same time.

"Yes, Ishtar." Ryou grinned, "Both of you gave him to me, he has the same eyes and he glares like Marik." He explained just as the kitten cuddled into Ryou's chest.

"And he likes you, he's definitely an Ishtar." Malik grinned as he sat up and wrapped an arm around Ryou's back, kissing his youngest partner on the cheek. "Happy Birthday."

"Yeah, yeah." Marik grumbled as he continued to glare at Ishtar. Then suddenly he perked up, "Hey, didn't Isis bake a cake?" He asked.

"I think so. . ." Malik began but stopped as Marik jumped up and ran out of the room. "I hate it when he's on a sugar high."

"No you don't." Ryou looked at the ceiling; "He lets you get the top position while he takes the middle when he's on a sugar high."

". . .oh right." Malik nodded, then grinned, "Let's go get some cake before Marik eats it all Shareek." Malik pulled Ryou to his feet then kissed him full on the lips before winking and fleeing the room.

"Wait a minute!" Ryou growled, "Now what the hell does Shareek mean? And you still haven't told me what Malak is! Malik Ishtar!" He spat and ran out of the room, taking Ishtar with him.

END

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End Notes:

Shareek = Partner. I meant it to be a meant as the `lover' type partner, but I don't think it means that, but whatever.

Malak = I'm not going to tell you!! *L* If I continue with another one, the meaning will probably slip out. . .