Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ In Your Eyes ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: cassie_k 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.15.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 391 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.15.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 391 | Status: Completed
Summary: As Ryou sinks deeper into confusion, he decides to go for it with Marik. But will the wild-haired yami return those feelings?
Warnings: Yaoi, adult content, slight language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! characters or storyline.
In Your Eyes
By: hehe
Chapter Three
It was a mistake. Yes, just poor judgement in the midst of my clouded vision. I didn’t expect it, he didn’t expect it, and it never should have happened. If I could, I’d go back in time to stop myself from ever inviting him to stay in the first place. That way, I wouldn’t have been tempted. I just wonder what he thinks of me now. He’s probably amazed that the innocent Ryou he’s always known can be just as nasty as Bakura. I couldn’t even recognize myself, but the second we touched, I went insane. I don’t know what it was that I was so infatuated with, but it had me hypnotized. The only thing I can do now is sit here in my frustration, afraid to fall asleep, despite my exhaustion.
Marik hasn’t left the basement. I closed the door as I returned upstairs to take a short nap on the living room couch, and I haven’t seen him since. But there isn’t a doubt in my mind that he is disgusted with me, and I’m terrified to face him again. Hopefully, if I’m lucky, he’ll stay down there all evening, and I won’t have to come into contact with him until he leaves tomorrow morning.
I fall onto my back, still on the couch, resting my eyes. The past few days have taken their toll, and I am just about ready to give up. If you’d ask me why I’m so repelling, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I managed to push Malik away without even knowing it, and I just ruined whatever “friendship” Marik and I had. He won’t want to talk to me for a long while, and I have come to see that. So, in laymen terms, I am prepared to live a lonely life, much like the one Marik already leads. But I don’t want to go through life like this. Who would? If I keep going at this rate, I’ll be as cold and unfeeling as Marik by the time I turn twenty.
Losing interest in forcing myself to stay awake, I doze off for a while before listening to the sound of the basement door opening. It’s him. I don’t sit up and greet him, like I normally would, but I roll over to my other side so he cannot see my face. If he thinks I’m asleep, he won’t bother me, will he? Probably not, and this seems like the only way to keep a comfortable distance between us. I don’t move an inch as he wraps a blanket around me, making sure that I am perfectly warm. Then, without further ado, he opens the front door, stepping outside and shutting it. I hear the awful muffler of his bike speed away, and I sit up, watching it through the window above the couch until it is nothing but a tiny dot in the space before me. It’s still pouring outside, although the thundering and lightening have appeared to let up a bit. After several minutes, I begin to worry about Marik. Where else could he have gone? There isn’t a chance that he went home, not with Malik and Bakura doing God knows what. And as far as I know, he doesn’t have many other friends in this city. To make matters worse, he’s on a motorcycle. There isn’t any heat or windows to help him escape the freezing, sharp rain, and he’s bound to get a horrid virus by the time he reaches his destination, wherever that may be.
To my great surprise, Bakura seems to notice my uneasiness through our link.
//Hikari, what’s wrong with you?//
/Nothing, Bakura, you don’t have to interrupt your time with Malik to tend to me./
//Fine. Let me revise that last question: what the hell climbed up your ass?//
/Can you please just leave me be? Just this once?/
//All right. I’m just tryin’ to be nice. What’s Marik doing?//
/H-he left./
//In this weather? That’s crazy. Ah, well. See you later, Ryou.//
/Goodbye--/
//You’re sure nothing’s wrong?//
/Yes, I’m sure. Thank you, Bakura./ I abruptly end our conversation, closing the link. I am not in the mood to talk to my yami about anything, even if he is just trying to help me out. Staring at the ceiling, I unwittingly allow myself to wonder where Marik could have run off to. There aren’t many places that I can think of, unless he decided to spend this wretched night in a park somewhere. But he is self-proclaimed royalty, so I highly doubt that he’d choose a bench in some park over my house. I finally give up, realizing that the stress of where Marik is has done nothing but increase the stress that I have already endured.
“I wonder if there could be anything between us?” I suddenly blurt aloud, as if I’m talking to someone else in the room. And, in case you’re confused, “us” is Marik and myself. I’m pretty sure that I have the answer to that question, for the two of us are too different to find anything romantically charged within the other. I’d never be able to handle him, and he’d get bored with me sooner than I can blink. In fact, that question is so absurd that I don’t even know why I thought about it. Marik can get anyone he wants because of his looks and haunting personality--not to mention his little mind-control games--and I’m just someone to confide in, but not to love. I guess you could call me a “good friend.” Of course, this “good friend” shouldn’t fall so deep in love with someone that it hurts. No, we can’t have *that* happening, can we?
Once again, my concern for Marik returns to me. It’s my fault that he left in the first place, and I should go look for him. Well, that would be a pretty dumb thing to do, judging by the way I don’t have a car or any means of transportation. Besides, the sky is a little too dark for my taste, especially when it’s only six in the evening. It’s best that I just stay here for now. If he comes to his senses, he’ll--
The sound of that motorcycle causes me to jump. I peer out of the window to see Marik pull into the drive, parking the bike and hurrying to the front door. I race to the door myself, open it, and see him standing before me, wet and shivering. His teeth are chattering, but he doesn’t rush inside, he just stares at me. “Marik!” I exclaim, pulling him into the house. He follows me up the steps into Bakura’s bedroom, where I give him a pair of navy-blue jogging pants and a matching sweatshirt. As he changes, I face away, standing in a corner of the room. Once he finishes, he hands me his wet clothes, which I toss into the utility room.
“Th-thank you, Ryou,” he stammers, taking a seat on my yami’s bed.
“Sure,” I reply brightly. I watch as he struggles to ring out his hair, and I can’t believe how pathetic he looks. “Why did you leave?”
“I-I. . .” He doesn’t continue speaking, but a shrug of his shoulders is enough of an answer for me. Running a hand through his soaking hair, he curses. “Damn rain. . .” he mumbles, obviously trying to change the subject.
I decide to play along, so I walk forward, taking his hand in mine. “May I dry your hair for you?” He glances at our intertwined hands, then back at my eyes before slowly nodding his head. I lead him into the bathroom, where he sits upon the toilet. It’s quite funny how I’m the one helping him this time.
I can feel his reluctance as I smooth the tangles imperfecting his pale-blonde hair. He eyes the hair-dryer, as if not to trust it, and I can’t help but smile as he nearly falls to the floor once I turn it on. With this device in one hand, and a brush in the other, I get to work. I ignore all of his little comments and grunts of discomfort as I pull the comb through his hair, but it’s much too risky to leave it wet in such cold temperatures. I run my fingers through it, still bewildered that it feels so soft once it is completely dry. He looks in the mirror, styling it the way he’s used to. And as I watch him from the sidelines, I find myself concetrating on him. I simply cannot look away, nor will I even try. Frankly, to say that he is a sight for sore eyes is an understatement!
I pick up a scrunchy from the sink in front of him, and I settle myself behind him. As he turns to see what I am up to, I push his hands away from his head, pulling his hair into the scrunchy and tying it. He stands in silence for a moment before turning to me.
“What was that for?” he asks, pointing to his tamed hair.
I swallow hard as a few blonde strands fall into his face, just in the right places. He looks amazing in the light of the bathroom reflecting off of him. “I-it just makes it seem controlled,” I explain. “And I think you should tie it up more often. It looks. . .nice.” Nice? That is *all* I can say? It doesn’t look mesmorizing, sexy, tempting, but *nice*? “I don’t wear my hair like this all of the time, but you should, so people can see your face.” Oh, that’s just wonderful! Now I sound like his mother! ‘Damn it, Ryou! Can’t you get anything right!?’
“You’re right,” he agrees, looking at himself in the mirror again. Without saying much else, he leaves the bathroom. I return the hair-dryer and the brush back where I found them before leaving as well. I find Marik in Bakura’s bedroom, looking through my yami’s dresser.
“He’d kill you if he found out what you’re doing,” I warn.
“I’m not that afraid of Bakura yet, Ryou,” he laughs.
I smile. “That’s true.” This is so strange! Here we are, speaking to one another as if our relationship is still harmless, clean, without one spot of contamination. I lean against one side of the doorway, and he sits on Bakura’s bed, gaining support from his hands, which rest behind him. Then, he examines the room from where he is, making sure to see every area before turning back to me. I can feel his gaze cutting through me with ease. ‘Stop staring at me, Marik. . .look at something else, for God’s sake!’ And I can’t take this any longer. He looks so *stupid* with the way he’s just looking at me for no reason at all! I move around where I stand, doing anything in my power not to give in to his glazing eyes.
“Ryou,” he begins, standing, “why did you. . .kiss me?”
My throat suddenly runs dry. All I want to do is hide away in a darkened corner until the end of time, never seeing Marik’s gorgeous face again. “I’m sorry--”
“Don’t apologize, just tell me why.”
“I don’t know why,” I say, raising my voice in annoyance. How can he expect me to answer such an obvious question?
“Well, you should,” he remarks half-heartedly.
My brow furrows, not quite sure how to respond to this. He wants to know why, that’s all. There is no real reason for me to get so upset. I’m a quick thinker, and if I can come up with something that is actually believable, he’ll leave me alone. I just didn’t expect on being put on the spot so suddenly. “M-Marik. . .I just don’t remember.”
“What?”
“I don’t recall why I kissed you,” I say victoriously. My eyes widen as he takes a few steps forward, looking down at me. I watch those perfect lips of his part, allowing his tongue to moisten them. Is he going to do what I’m thinking? Or is it just in my head? What business does he have with me, anyway? He bites his lower lip, tossing me into a whirlpool of want and need. The way he tastes is easily remembered, and I suddenly long to experience that again, even if it isn’t the right thing to do. “If I kissed you now, would you try to stop me?” I ask, my eyes lowering.
“. . .no.”
And that is all the confirmation I need. I’ve figured it out: he’s alone, I’m alone, and together, we’re not alone! We can fix whatever problems we have, and maybe, Marik and I can become something more than just a one-night stand, hopefully. . .
I jump into him, throwing my arms around his neck. After pulling him as close as our bodies will allow, I playfully kiss those plump, sweet lips, basking in every second. I can feel him smile, and I open my eyes to see it for myself. As we walk together toward Bakura’s bed, he gently pushes me onto my back. But before we move on, I pull his hair out of the confines of the scrunchy, tossing it aside.
He smirks. “I thought you liked my hair when it was tied back?”
“On second thought. . .I prefer it this way.” I smile as Marik reaches forward to claim my lips again, the blonde, spiky locks of his hair touching my face. I relax all of the muscles in my body, ready to let him do whatever he wishes. There is no chance that I will even *try* to have things go my way.
Marik reluctantly breaks the kiss to sit up and straddle me. I watch without complaint as he removes the heavy sweatshirt and pants he had borrowed from Bakura, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxers. I strip myself, throwing the white tee and jeans that I was wearing onto the floor.
And as Marik’s hands explore my body, I can’t explain the sensations I’m feeling. For the first time in a good while, I’m not completely hopeless. There *is* someone who is willing to please me, regardless of his own thoughts and feelings. I only hope Marik realizes that I won’t leave him behind, if he works to keep up. Remember, this all began when he and I first spoke about loneliness. Until that moment, I didn’t know true loneliness, but after spending just one day with him, I felt it. I can recognize it in a person now, and most importantly, I was able to recognize it in myself.
Maybe, just maybe, I do have a bright future ahead of me.
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A/N: Okay, a few words before the lemon. 1) The lemon scene will be written in the third person because it didn’t sound natural coming from Ryou’s point of view. 2) I was terrified to post this because I wasn’t sure whether or not people would enjoy the lemon scene. I am not an experienced lemon-writer, and if you’d be so kind as to give me a few pointers, I’ll be sure to give you the credit. 3) If you do have suggestions, email me. Don’t put it in a review because it’s a bit more in-depth than that. Thanks, and keep on reading!
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The white-haired hikari wallowed in pure bliss beneath the spirit. He moaned each time Marik’s warm mouth touched his pale skin. Arching his back, he felt himself becoming more aroused by the second. One of the yami’s hands toyed with the smaller’s nipple, while the other caressed his face. Marik pushed himself lower, to the foot of the bed. Along the way, he slid Ryou’s boxers off of his lean body, trying hard not to make the teen self-conscience. The second he noticed Ryou’s sudden discomfort in the situation, he touched his face. “I’ll stop, Ryou, if you want--”
“No,” Ryou growled, closing his eyes. A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead, causing stray strands of silver hair to stick to it. Marik weakly smiled and nodded, continuing with what he had been doing.
The perked, anxious nubs on Ryou’s chest moved up and down with each heavy breath that the boy took, but Marik soon grew tired of them. He left the bed momentarily, taking his time to shed his own boxers. He began to worry, believing that he had been moving a bit fast for the hikari, and decided to take it slow and steady. As far as he knew, this wasn’t Ryou’s first time, but he was still a fragile being, and Marik couldn’t be rough with him. The spirit was going to have one hell of a time trying to control his animal-like urges.
Upon his return to sit on top of Ryou’s stomach, he smothered the boy with kisses. After leaving a trail of saliva down the hikari’s chest, Marik cupped his cheek. He soothingly whispered sweet-nothings into the boy’s ear, allowing his tongue to slip out of his mouth to greet the lobe here and there. The two engaged into a passionate kiss, heated by seductive groping. Ryou jerked his head backward as he felt one of the yami’s fingers play along the shaft of the most sacred area of his body. He groaned, tightly closing his eyes as his member gradually became fully-erect. His back arched again, and he spread his legs wildly. Marik smirked, fondling the two sacs behind Ryou’s manhood. Ryou squirmed with pleasure, the speed of his breathing increasing with each movement Marik made. The spirit’s hand completely held the other’s length, and it pumped slowly at first, but soon enough, it moved at a faster rate.
Ryou was sure that he was going to go mad. He panted, his white-knuckled fists clutching the bedsheets. His eyes fluttered, but an angered yelp of unsatisfaction escaped his mouth as Marik paused. He looked at the person above him with a questioning glare. But he didn’t mind, however, once the yami showed him what he had planned to do. He nodded in approval as Marik reached his abdomen, gently nibbling on the head of the hardened member before him. Another few seconds of teasing continued before Ryou forcefully shoved himself into Marik’s mouth, awaiting. The spirit’s tongue ran along the skin, savoring the moment.
“M-Marik. . .keep going. . .” Ryou begged, holding the backboard of the bed. He cried out, wanting more, which was exactly what he received. Marik lustfully sucked, holding the hikari’s legs far apart with his hands. “MARIK!” Ryou came, spilling into the yami’s mouth. He sighed and tried to control his breathing, the spirit moving forward to kiss him, and he tasted his essence left behind on Marik’s lips.
“Having fun yet?” Marik asked, raising an eyebrow. He forced the last bit of the sticky substance down his throat.
“St-stupid question,” Ryou replied breathlessly. “Marik, come here.” The yami complied, taking a seat on the boy’s chest. It was time that Ryou returned the favor. The younger of the two engulfed the other’s length completely, closing his eyes and concetrating on gratifying Marik. His tongue danced crazily along the shaft, and the shape of his mouth took on various positions, which only added onto the yami’s pleasure.
“Oh, Ra. . .Ryou!” Marik gasped, thrusting himself into the hikari’s mouth. An idea crossed his mind, and he suddenly knew how to make this situation a bit more interesting. One of his hands held his manhood, still in Ryou’s cavern, while the other traced a pattern to the awkward teen’s abdomen once again. He touched and tickled the skin before steadying one finger at the boy’s passage. Ryou knew exactly what was going on, but he didn’t protest. He continued sucking at the organ inside of his mouth as it pushed itself further down his throat. Nearly choking, he planned on telling Marik to stop, but he decided to prove to the yami that he wasn’t weak. So he bit the bullet as one of Marik’s fingers poked at his entrance, warning him. Then, with careful precision, that same finger pushed inside of the smaller body. Ryou cried out, Marik’s length still residing in his mouth. The yami threw his head back, deepening the finger’s place inside of Ryou. The hikari’s eyes widened, and through a muffled moan, he screamed as his prostate was discovered and mercilessly hit over and over again.
Finally, Marik climaxed. He moaned loudly as he pulled himself out of Ryou’s mouth, capturing a glimpse of his seed trickling down the boy’s chin. Pulling his finger out of the small body beneath him, he rose above the other on all fours. He stared at Ryou for the longest time, trying to make some sense of the not-so-innocent relationship they now shared. Never in a million years would he suspect the pure hikari and himself becoming closer than friends. Ryou was perfect, and Marik was far from that. Who would have guessed that they were able to find an attraction within each other?
“I don’t want it to end now,” Ryou commented, pulling the spirit into a passionate kiss.
“Your wish is my command,” Marik said mischeviously, smirking all the while. His devilish expression faded and he absently looked around the room.
“What’s wrong?” the hikari asked, curious. ‘Oh no,’ he thought, ‘he’s becoming bored with me! But what can I do--’
“Do you have. . .anything?”
Ryou cursed himself for thinking such untrue thoughts. Marik didn’t have reason enough to become bored, and the teen shook his head in slight shame. He pointed to a desk in his yami’s room, which was filled with nothing but sexual devices, naughty magazines, and whatever else he could hide from Ryou. Marik left the bed, chuckling as he thought of Bakura’s strong libido. He fished for lubrication in the top drawer and quickly returned to join Ryou. Immediately upon settling himself between the light’s legs, he applied the lube to his manhood, masaging it to reach his full excitement. It didn’t take long for this to occur, though, and the second it happened, he leaned forward for one last kiss of approval from Ryou. He then swallowed the unusual amount of saliva in his mouth, hesitant to continue.
“Ryou. . .I don’t think--”
“If you tell me that you’re afraid of hurting me again, I will slap you,” Ryou said boldly. But he meant every word of it, and Marik knew it as well. The yami smiled and nodded, then straightened himself. The head of his length rubbed the outside of the teen’s entrance, and soon enough, he was inside. His eyes widened, amazed at the extreme tightness of the boy’s hot opening. A moment of allowing Ryou to adjust passed, and Marik began thrusting back and forth. He had discovered a rhthym that played well with the hikari’s moaning. Biting his lip, he tried not to pay attention to the pain of Ryou’s nails digging into his already-scarred back. The smaller of the two wrapped his legs around Marik’s waist, binding him.
Marik glanced at Ryou’s member, surprised that it had become erect so quickly. He took a hold of it and eased it into submission, but not without pleasured screams from its owner. The white-haired boy was flooded with immense physical pleasure, and the harsh grip he had on Marik proved just that. The yami pushed himself into Ryou as far as he was able to go, where he once again found that one spot that made fireworks go off in the back of the hikari’s mind. Ryou saw nothing but white, and the outline of a beautiful Egyptian spirit.
“MARIK! D-Don’t stop, please. . .PLEASE! DON’T STOP!” Ryou pleaded. Marik wouldn’t--and couldn’t--stop, and to have the hikari beg him not to was completely worthless. He pounded into the light with relentless force, only stopping every once in a great while to catch his breath. Finally, Ryou snapped. He reached release, spilling his seed onto both of their abdomens and stomachs. Marik followed suit, his burning juice shooting into the smaller body. He remained still for a moment, relishing the final moments before pulling himself out. With a tired sigh, he let his body fall beside Ryou’s. There was an uncomfortable distance between the two, and it was nearly asking for Ryou to place one arm on Marik’s stomach. The spirit received the message and pulled the boy close to him.
And the two fell asleep in an embrace that looked as though it couldn’t be penetrated.
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A/N: So, what did you think of the lemon? Please be honest, and write me an email if you’d like to have anything change. This chapter was a bit shorter than I intended, but that means I’ll have to make up for it in chapter four! I can’t believe I’ve written so much of this fic in the past week. Oh well, thank you for reading! Love ya!
Warnings: Yaoi, adult content, slight language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! characters or storyline.
In Your Eyes
By: hehe
Chapter Three
It was a mistake. Yes, just poor judgement in the midst of my clouded vision. I didn’t expect it, he didn’t expect it, and it never should have happened. If I could, I’d go back in time to stop myself from ever inviting him to stay in the first place. That way, I wouldn’t have been tempted. I just wonder what he thinks of me now. He’s probably amazed that the innocent Ryou he’s always known can be just as nasty as Bakura. I couldn’t even recognize myself, but the second we touched, I went insane. I don’t know what it was that I was so infatuated with, but it had me hypnotized. The only thing I can do now is sit here in my frustration, afraid to fall asleep, despite my exhaustion.
Marik hasn’t left the basement. I closed the door as I returned upstairs to take a short nap on the living room couch, and I haven’t seen him since. But there isn’t a doubt in my mind that he is disgusted with me, and I’m terrified to face him again. Hopefully, if I’m lucky, he’ll stay down there all evening, and I won’t have to come into contact with him until he leaves tomorrow morning.
I fall onto my back, still on the couch, resting my eyes. The past few days have taken their toll, and I am just about ready to give up. If you’d ask me why I’m so repelling, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I managed to push Malik away without even knowing it, and I just ruined whatever “friendship” Marik and I had. He won’t want to talk to me for a long while, and I have come to see that. So, in laymen terms, I am prepared to live a lonely life, much like the one Marik already leads. But I don’t want to go through life like this. Who would? If I keep going at this rate, I’ll be as cold and unfeeling as Marik by the time I turn twenty.
Losing interest in forcing myself to stay awake, I doze off for a while before listening to the sound of the basement door opening. It’s him. I don’t sit up and greet him, like I normally would, but I roll over to my other side so he cannot see my face. If he thinks I’m asleep, he won’t bother me, will he? Probably not, and this seems like the only way to keep a comfortable distance between us. I don’t move an inch as he wraps a blanket around me, making sure that I am perfectly warm. Then, without further ado, he opens the front door, stepping outside and shutting it. I hear the awful muffler of his bike speed away, and I sit up, watching it through the window above the couch until it is nothing but a tiny dot in the space before me. It’s still pouring outside, although the thundering and lightening have appeared to let up a bit. After several minutes, I begin to worry about Marik. Where else could he have gone? There isn’t a chance that he went home, not with Malik and Bakura doing God knows what. And as far as I know, he doesn’t have many other friends in this city. To make matters worse, he’s on a motorcycle. There isn’t any heat or windows to help him escape the freezing, sharp rain, and he’s bound to get a horrid virus by the time he reaches his destination, wherever that may be.
To my great surprise, Bakura seems to notice my uneasiness through our link.
//Hikari, what’s wrong with you?//
/Nothing, Bakura, you don’t have to interrupt your time with Malik to tend to me./
//Fine. Let me revise that last question: what the hell climbed up your ass?//
/Can you please just leave me be? Just this once?/
//All right. I’m just tryin’ to be nice. What’s Marik doing?//
/H-he left./
//In this weather? That’s crazy. Ah, well. See you later, Ryou.//
/Goodbye--/
//You’re sure nothing’s wrong?//
/Yes, I’m sure. Thank you, Bakura./ I abruptly end our conversation, closing the link. I am not in the mood to talk to my yami about anything, even if he is just trying to help me out. Staring at the ceiling, I unwittingly allow myself to wonder where Marik could have run off to. There aren’t many places that I can think of, unless he decided to spend this wretched night in a park somewhere. But he is self-proclaimed royalty, so I highly doubt that he’d choose a bench in some park over my house. I finally give up, realizing that the stress of where Marik is has done nothing but increase the stress that I have already endured.
“I wonder if there could be anything between us?” I suddenly blurt aloud, as if I’m talking to someone else in the room. And, in case you’re confused, “us” is Marik and myself. I’m pretty sure that I have the answer to that question, for the two of us are too different to find anything romantically charged within the other. I’d never be able to handle him, and he’d get bored with me sooner than I can blink. In fact, that question is so absurd that I don’t even know why I thought about it. Marik can get anyone he wants because of his looks and haunting personality--not to mention his little mind-control games--and I’m just someone to confide in, but not to love. I guess you could call me a “good friend.” Of course, this “good friend” shouldn’t fall so deep in love with someone that it hurts. No, we can’t have *that* happening, can we?
Once again, my concern for Marik returns to me. It’s my fault that he left in the first place, and I should go look for him. Well, that would be a pretty dumb thing to do, judging by the way I don’t have a car or any means of transportation. Besides, the sky is a little too dark for my taste, especially when it’s only six in the evening. It’s best that I just stay here for now. If he comes to his senses, he’ll--
The sound of that motorcycle causes me to jump. I peer out of the window to see Marik pull into the drive, parking the bike and hurrying to the front door. I race to the door myself, open it, and see him standing before me, wet and shivering. His teeth are chattering, but he doesn’t rush inside, he just stares at me. “Marik!” I exclaim, pulling him into the house. He follows me up the steps into Bakura’s bedroom, where I give him a pair of navy-blue jogging pants and a matching sweatshirt. As he changes, I face away, standing in a corner of the room. Once he finishes, he hands me his wet clothes, which I toss into the utility room.
“Th-thank you, Ryou,” he stammers, taking a seat on my yami’s bed.
“Sure,” I reply brightly. I watch as he struggles to ring out his hair, and I can’t believe how pathetic he looks. “Why did you leave?”
“I-I. . .” He doesn’t continue speaking, but a shrug of his shoulders is enough of an answer for me. Running a hand through his soaking hair, he curses. “Damn rain. . .” he mumbles, obviously trying to change the subject.
I decide to play along, so I walk forward, taking his hand in mine. “May I dry your hair for you?” He glances at our intertwined hands, then back at my eyes before slowly nodding his head. I lead him into the bathroom, where he sits upon the toilet. It’s quite funny how I’m the one helping him this time.
I can feel his reluctance as I smooth the tangles imperfecting his pale-blonde hair. He eyes the hair-dryer, as if not to trust it, and I can’t help but smile as he nearly falls to the floor once I turn it on. With this device in one hand, and a brush in the other, I get to work. I ignore all of his little comments and grunts of discomfort as I pull the comb through his hair, but it’s much too risky to leave it wet in such cold temperatures. I run my fingers through it, still bewildered that it feels so soft once it is completely dry. He looks in the mirror, styling it the way he’s used to. And as I watch him from the sidelines, I find myself concetrating on him. I simply cannot look away, nor will I even try. Frankly, to say that he is a sight for sore eyes is an understatement!
I pick up a scrunchy from the sink in front of him, and I settle myself behind him. As he turns to see what I am up to, I push his hands away from his head, pulling his hair into the scrunchy and tying it. He stands in silence for a moment before turning to me.
“What was that for?” he asks, pointing to his tamed hair.
I swallow hard as a few blonde strands fall into his face, just in the right places. He looks amazing in the light of the bathroom reflecting off of him. “I-it just makes it seem controlled,” I explain. “And I think you should tie it up more often. It looks. . .nice.” Nice? That is *all* I can say? It doesn’t look mesmorizing, sexy, tempting, but *nice*? “I don’t wear my hair like this all of the time, but you should, so people can see your face.” Oh, that’s just wonderful! Now I sound like his mother! ‘Damn it, Ryou! Can’t you get anything right!?’
“You’re right,” he agrees, looking at himself in the mirror again. Without saying much else, he leaves the bathroom. I return the hair-dryer and the brush back where I found them before leaving as well. I find Marik in Bakura’s bedroom, looking through my yami’s dresser.
“He’d kill you if he found out what you’re doing,” I warn.
“I’m not that afraid of Bakura yet, Ryou,” he laughs.
I smile. “That’s true.” This is so strange! Here we are, speaking to one another as if our relationship is still harmless, clean, without one spot of contamination. I lean against one side of the doorway, and he sits on Bakura’s bed, gaining support from his hands, which rest behind him. Then, he examines the room from where he is, making sure to see every area before turning back to me. I can feel his gaze cutting through me with ease. ‘Stop staring at me, Marik. . .look at something else, for God’s sake!’ And I can’t take this any longer. He looks so *stupid* with the way he’s just looking at me for no reason at all! I move around where I stand, doing anything in my power not to give in to his glazing eyes.
“Ryou,” he begins, standing, “why did you. . .kiss me?”
My throat suddenly runs dry. All I want to do is hide away in a darkened corner until the end of time, never seeing Marik’s gorgeous face again. “I’m sorry--”
“Don’t apologize, just tell me why.”
“I don’t know why,” I say, raising my voice in annoyance. How can he expect me to answer such an obvious question?
“Well, you should,” he remarks half-heartedly.
My brow furrows, not quite sure how to respond to this. He wants to know why, that’s all. There is no real reason for me to get so upset. I’m a quick thinker, and if I can come up with something that is actually believable, he’ll leave me alone. I just didn’t expect on being put on the spot so suddenly. “M-Marik. . .I just don’t remember.”
“What?”
“I don’t recall why I kissed you,” I say victoriously. My eyes widen as he takes a few steps forward, looking down at me. I watch those perfect lips of his part, allowing his tongue to moisten them. Is he going to do what I’m thinking? Or is it just in my head? What business does he have with me, anyway? He bites his lower lip, tossing me into a whirlpool of want and need. The way he tastes is easily remembered, and I suddenly long to experience that again, even if it isn’t the right thing to do. “If I kissed you now, would you try to stop me?” I ask, my eyes lowering.
“. . .no.”
And that is all the confirmation I need. I’ve figured it out: he’s alone, I’m alone, and together, we’re not alone! We can fix whatever problems we have, and maybe, Marik and I can become something more than just a one-night stand, hopefully. . .
I jump into him, throwing my arms around his neck. After pulling him as close as our bodies will allow, I playfully kiss those plump, sweet lips, basking in every second. I can feel him smile, and I open my eyes to see it for myself. As we walk together toward Bakura’s bed, he gently pushes me onto my back. But before we move on, I pull his hair out of the confines of the scrunchy, tossing it aside.
He smirks. “I thought you liked my hair when it was tied back?”
“On second thought. . .I prefer it this way.” I smile as Marik reaches forward to claim my lips again, the blonde, spiky locks of his hair touching my face. I relax all of the muscles in my body, ready to let him do whatever he wishes. There is no chance that I will even *try* to have things go my way.
Marik reluctantly breaks the kiss to sit up and straddle me. I watch without complaint as he removes the heavy sweatshirt and pants he had borrowed from Bakura, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxers. I strip myself, throwing the white tee and jeans that I was wearing onto the floor.
And as Marik’s hands explore my body, I can’t explain the sensations I’m feeling. For the first time in a good while, I’m not completely hopeless. There *is* someone who is willing to please me, regardless of his own thoughts and feelings. I only hope Marik realizes that I won’t leave him behind, if he works to keep up. Remember, this all began when he and I first spoke about loneliness. Until that moment, I didn’t know true loneliness, but after spending just one day with him, I felt it. I can recognize it in a person now, and most importantly, I was able to recognize it in myself.
Maybe, just maybe, I do have a bright future ahead of me.
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A/N: Okay, a few words before the lemon. 1) The lemon scene will be written in the third person because it didn’t sound natural coming from Ryou’s point of view. 2) I was terrified to post this because I wasn’t sure whether or not people would enjoy the lemon scene. I am not an experienced lemon-writer, and if you’d be so kind as to give me a few pointers, I’ll be sure to give you the credit. 3) If you do have suggestions, email me. Don’t put it in a review because it’s a bit more in-depth than that. Thanks, and keep on reading!
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The white-haired hikari wallowed in pure bliss beneath the spirit. He moaned each time Marik’s warm mouth touched his pale skin. Arching his back, he felt himself becoming more aroused by the second. One of the yami’s hands toyed with the smaller’s nipple, while the other caressed his face. Marik pushed himself lower, to the foot of the bed. Along the way, he slid Ryou’s boxers off of his lean body, trying hard not to make the teen self-conscience. The second he noticed Ryou’s sudden discomfort in the situation, he touched his face. “I’ll stop, Ryou, if you want--”
“No,” Ryou growled, closing his eyes. A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead, causing stray strands of silver hair to stick to it. Marik weakly smiled and nodded, continuing with what he had been doing.
The perked, anxious nubs on Ryou’s chest moved up and down with each heavy breath that the boy took, but Marik soon grew tired of them. He left the bed momentarily, taking his time to shed his own boxers. He began to worry, believing that he had been moving a bit fast for the hikari, and decided to take it slow and steady. As far as he knew, this wasn’t Ryou’s first time, but he was still a fragile being, and Marik couldn’t be rough with him. The spirit was going to have one hell of a time trying to control his animal-like urges.
Upon his return to sit on top of Ryou’s stomach, he smothered the boy with kisses. After leaving a trail of saliva down the hikari’s chest, Marik cupped his cheek. He soothingly whispered sweet-nothings into the boy’s ear, allowing his tongue to slip out of his mouth to greet the lobe here and there. The two engaged into a passionate kiss, heated by seductive groping. Ryou jerked his head backward as he felt one of the yami’s fingers play along the shaft of the most sacred area of his body. He groaned, tightly closing his eyes as his member gradually became fully-erect. His back arched again, and he spread his legs wildly. Marik smirked, fondling the two sacs behind Ryou’s manhood. Ryou squirmed with pleasure, the speed of his breathing increasing with each movement Marik made. The spirit’s hand completely held the other’s length, and it pumped slowly at first, but soon enough, it moved at a faster rate.
Ryou was sure that he was going to go mad. He panted, his white-knuckled fists clutching the bedsheets. His eyes fluttered, but an angered yelp of unsatisfaction escaped his mouth as Marik paused. He looked at the person above him with a questioning glare. But he didn’t mind, however, once the yami showed him what he had planned to do. He nodded in approval as Marik reached his abdomen, gently nibbling on the head of the hardened member before him. Another few seconds of teasing continued before Ryou forcefully shoved himself into Marik’s mouth, awaiting. The spirit’s tongue ran along the skin, savoring the moment.
“M-Marik. . .keep going. . .” Ryou begged, holding the backboard of the bed. He cried out, wanting more, which was exactly what he received. Marik lustfully sucked, holding the hikari’s legs far apart with his hands. “MARIK!” Ryou came, spilling into the yami’s mouth. He sighed and tried to control his breathing, the spirit moving forward to kiss him, and he tasted his essence left behind on Marik’s lips.
“Having fun yet?” Marik asked, raising an eyebrow. He forced the last bit of the sticky substance down his throat.
“St-stupid question,” Ryou replied breathlessly. “Marik, come here.” The yami complied, taking a seat on the boy’s chest. It was time that Ryou returned the favor. The younger of the two engulfed the other’s length completely, closing his eyes and concetrating on gratifying Marik. His tongue danced crazily along the shaft, and the shape of his mouth took on various positions, which only added onto the yami’s pleasure.
“Oh, Ra. . .Ryou!” Marik gasped, thrusting himself into the hikari’s mouth. An idea crossed his mind, and he suddenly knew how to make this situation a bit more interesting. One of his hands held his manhood, still in Ryou’s cavern, while the other traced a pattern to the awkward teen’s abdomen once again. He touched and tickled the skin before steadying one finger at the boy’s passage. Ryou knew exactly what was going on, but he didn’t protest. He continued sucking at the organ inside of his mouth as it pushed itself further down his throat. Nearly choking, he planned on telling Marik to stop, but he decided to prove to the yami that he wasn’t weak. So he bit the bullet as one of Marik’s fingers poked at his entrance, warning him. Then, with careful precision, that same finger pushed inside of the smaller body. Ryou cried out, Marik’s length still residing in his mouth. The yami threw his head back, deepening the finger’s place inside of Ryou. The hikari’s eyes widened, and through a muffled moan, he screamed as his prostate was discovered and mercilessly hit over and over again.
Finally, Marik climaxed. He moaned loudly as he pulled himself out of Ryou’s mouth, capturing a glimpse of his seed trickling down the boy’s chin. Pulling his finger out of the small body beneath him, he rose above the other on all fours. He stared at Ryou for the longest time, trying to make some sense of the not-so-innocent relationship they now shared. Never in a million years would he suspect the pure hikari and himself becoming closer than friends. Ryou was perfect, and Marik was far from that. Who would have guessed that they were able to find an attraction within each other?
“I don’t want it to end now,” Ryou commented, pulling the spirit into a passionate kiss.
“Your wish is my command,” Marik said mischeviously, smirking all the while. His devilish expression faded and he absently looked around the room.
“What’s wrong?” the hikari asked, curious. ‘Oh no,’ he thought, ‘he’s becoming bored with me! But what can I do--’
“Do you have. . .anything?”
Ryou cursed himself for thinking such untrue thoughts. Marik didn’t have reason enough to become bored, and the teen shook his head in slight shame. He pointed to a desk in his yami’s room, which was filled with nothing but sexual devices, naughty magazines, and whatever else he could hide from Ryou. Marik left the bed, chuckling as he thought of Bakura’s strong libido. He fished for lubrication in the top drawer and quickly returned to join Ryou. Immediately upon settling himself between the light’s legs, he applied the lube to his manhood, masaging it to reach his full excitement. It didn’t take long for this to occur, though, and the second it happened, he leaned forward for one last kiss of approval from Ryou. He then swallowed the unusual amount of saliva in his mouth, hesitant to continue.
“Ryou. . .I don’t think--”
“If you tell me that you’re afraid of hurting me again, I will slap you,” Ryou said boldly. But he meant every word of it, and Marik knew it as well. The yami smiled and nodded, then straightened himself. The head of his length rubbed the outside of the teen’s entrance, and soon enough, he was inside. His eyes widened, amazed at the extreme tightness of the boy’s hot opening. A moment of allowing Ryou to adjust passed, and Marik began thrusting back and forth. He had discovered a rhthym that played well with the hikari’s moaning. Biting his lip, he tried not to pay attention to the pain of Ryou’s nails digging into his already-scarred back. The smaller of the two wrapped his legs around Marik’s waist, binding him.
Marik glanced at Ryou’s member, surprised that it had become erect so quickly. He took a hold of it and eased it into submission, but not without pleasured screams from its owner. The white-haired boy was flooded with immense physical pleasure, and the harsh grip he had on Marik proved just that. The yami pushed himself into Ryou as far as he was able to go, where he once again found that one spot that made fireworks go off in the back of the hikari’s mind. Ryou saw nothing but white, and the outline of a beautiful Egyptian spirit.
“MARIK! D-Don’t stop, please. . .PLEASE! DON’T STOP!” Ryou pleaded. Marik wouldn’t--and couldn’t--stop, and to have the hikari beg him not to was completely worthless. He pounded into the light with relentless force, only stopping every once in a great while to catch his breath. Finally, Ryou snapped. He reached release, spilling his seed onto both of their abdomens and stomachs. Marik followed suit, his burning juice shooting into the smaller body. He remained still for a moment, relishing the final moments before pulling himself out. With a tired sigh, he let his body fall beside Ryou’s. There was an uncomfortable distance between the two, and it was nearly asking for Ryou to place one arm on Marik’s stomach. The spirit received the message and pulled the boy close to him.
And the two fell asleep in an embrace that looked as though it couldn’t be penetrated.
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A/N: So, what did you think of the lemon? Please be honest, and write me an email if you’d like to have anything change. This chapter was a bit shorter than I intended, but that means I’ll have to make up for it in chapter four! I can’t believe I’ve written so much of this fic in the past week. Oh well, thank you for reading! Love ya!