Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ In Your Eyes ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )
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By: cassie_k 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.05.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 324 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.05.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 324 | Status: Completed
Summary: Ryou and Marik’s one-year anniversery has arrived! What ever could this naughty little spirit have in plan for our favorite white-haired hikari? But is it Ryou that we should be worried about?
*Unexpected (and strange) lemon in this chapter, but I highly doubt that any of you will mind. . .*laughs* Anyway, I’ve somehow become comfortable with writing these scenes in Ryou’s point of view, so there won’t be an annoying interlude to bother you. Sorry about that, but I’m gonna shut up and allow you to read this in peace!
(Actually, I’d like to thank my reviewers before you start reading. I know that, as of this moment, I only have five reviews, which isn’t much while compared to other stories, but you guys have truly inspired me to keep writing. I wish that all of the readers on this site were as considerate as those of you that have reviewed and the ones that will review in the future. Thank you.)
In Your Eyes
By: cassie_k
Chapter Six
“Marik. . .I have to go to school. . .” My pathetic, half-hearted attempts to stop the wandering lips of my lover fail, obviously, and he intoxicates me into closing my eyes and lying completely still as he continues to smother me with kisses. “Marik,” I purr, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Come on. Stay home. You’ve been going to that damn place every day this year. One absence isn’t going to kill you,” he says, sitting up.
“No, but it *will* ruin my untainted record for this year. Now, get off of me.” I laugh at Marik’s pouting face as I leave our bed. Fixing my clothing, I fling my backpack over my shoulder and exit the room with the spirit right behind me.
“You like torturing me, don’t you?” he asks, crossing his arms.
“I do, it’s great fun!” We enter the living room of our apartment, which we’d just purchased with the help of Malik and Yugi. It isn’t exactly Burmingham Palace, but it’s a lovely start for the two of us. As soon as Marik gets a job, we might even be able to talk on the phone for more than a minute at a time. Shrugging, I find that I don’t really mind living in a place like this, though, as long as he’s with me. I unlock the door, absent-mindedly kissing his cheek before running down the stairs, on my way to another boring day of totally useless classes. Malik meets me at the corner of the street, and I am still amazed that he’s decided to start attending school. He’s explained that he did go in Egypt, but ever since Battle City and Marik’s psychotic outburst on the blimp. . .he’s been slightly distracted. And he’s pretty smart, too, which initially scared me.
“Hey, how’s Marik?” he asks as we walk together.
“Just fine. And Bakura?”
“Same. All he does is eat, sleep, and beg me for sex.” I feel like I should say something to comfort him because of the easy prediction of his relationship’s downfall. He’s been taking it very hard. “But I don’t feel like getting into that right now.” He turns to me and smiles. “I see that, uh, you and Marik are still doing very well, I guess.”
“Yes, but if you’d like to discuss something else, then I have no problem with it.” I absolutely hate it when anyone is so upset like this.
“Nah, it’s all right.” A short time of wordless company passes before he asks, “How long have you guys been together? A year or so?”
“Yes. It will be an exact year next Friday.” Although I feel awful for Malik, I can’t help but smile at the fortunate outcome of mine. I couldn’t have asked for more, honestly. “And the frightening part is, Marik remembered, too!” He chuckles, surprised by that bit of information just as I had been. *Marik* was actually the one to bring our anniversery into one of our conversations. I hadn’t forgotten, but I felt no need to talk about it at the time, and that was why it struck me as odd when he bluntly came out and said it.
“I’m really happy for you guys,” Malik says, ruffling my hair. I can easily pick up on the sound of dismay troubling his voice, but he most likely won’t talk of it. “Tell him I said hello, ‘kay?”
“Promise.” We approach the school in silence, and I admit that I’m much too afraid of causing further emotional damage upon my best friend. I know realize that I should have warned him about Bakura before he became so attatched to my yami. Maybe, in a way, this could be my fault, but Malik has the ability walk out on my other self at any time he wishes, so I’m not going to blame it all on my behalf.
Six hours of high school drama and back-stabbing rumors pass. I don’t understand some of the things that these people say about one another. Thankfully, I’m not like that, and I hope that I never will be. Now, however, I sit on the couch with Marik, my head resting upon his shoulder as we tiredly watch the last half hour of a soap opera. He jokingly says, “I cannot *believe* that she did that to him! What a bitch!”
“Yes, well, after finding out that he’s not exactly faithful, I’d take our son and move to California, too,” I go along, yawning.
“But if I ever cheated on you, would you take our only kid--whom I love dearly--and move miles away from me?” Marik asks, strangely sounding sincere.
“Of course. . .” I weakly laugh. Midnight has finally come around, and I can hardly keep my eyes open any longer after such a long day.
“I see how it is!” He suddenly stands, causing me to unexpectedly fall onto the couch. But I’m too exhausted to snap at him, like I normally would, so I relax as he takes me into his arms and carries me away. The next thing I know, I’m lying in the comfortable bed of ours, snuggled against his bare chest and listening to his heartbeat. Such a soothing sound, I might add. And the warmth of his skin pressed against mine is enough to get *anyone’s* blood flowing, no matter who you may be. “I love you, Ryou,” he whispers, his hand lovingly caressing my cheek.
“I love you, too, Marik.”
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All right, so I wasn’t exactly prepared for the amount of nervousness that would emit from the up-and-coming celebration of our one-year union. I feel like I have to prove myself tonight, if I haven’t already done so, and the last thing I want is Marik to think that I’m not as estatic as I could be. He seems to be a bit anxious, too, but he’s shown plenty of hidden emotions as time progressed, so minor things like this don’t surprise me anymore.
I stand behind the cash register of the gas station where I’ve been working for a few weeks now. I know it isn’t much of a job, but it’s certainly better than nothing. Besides, I’m barely seventeen. Who else will hire me? Anyway, since no one else is around as of the moment, I decide that it’s safe to plan tonight’s events. I only have a day, though, and I suppose that I should have started thinking about this beforehand, but. . .Oh well.
Upon arriving home late at night, I walk into a world of roses and soft music. With a dry mouth and sweaty palms, I dare to proceed forward, timidly pushing the door to our bedroom aside. My eyes grow even wider at the sight of Marik, who lies on the mattress, dressed in nothing. That’s it: nothing.
“Hey, look who’s home,” he snickers, stretching.
I blush so terribly! “W-well then. . .this is a nice surprise. How did you do all of this?” I ask, picking up a stray rose from the dresser.
“I had a little help from Malik and Bakura. I thought you’d like it.”
“I do. . .I like it very much.” I suddenly feel over-dressed, and he agrees, so he stands and shamelessly flaunts his *impressive* size as he heads in my direction, greeting me with a kind kiss. Our lips don’t separate as he unbuttons and removes my shirt. His mouth reaches my collar bone, and I moan as his teeth mar the skin, breaking it. Needless to say, after spending a year with someone like Marik, one will develop a tolerance for pain. And as uncharacteristic as I may appear, I enjoy it as the touch of his tongue devours the small stain of blood from my pale complexion.
“Are you ready, Ryou?” he asks. I nearly go mad after witnessing his perfect lips transforming themselves into that devellish grin which I love so much.
“You know I am, dummy,” I say, falling into him. We intimately wrestle for a moment or two before I take my usual place beneath him, lying completely still to give him access to every part of my eager body. He smirks and discards my pants before moving downward. His blonde hair tickles my abdomen as he nips at the head of my member, sending shivers of passion-driven excitement down my spine and aiding in my arousal. The skill of his mouth is unbelievable! “M-Marik,” I pant.
“Yes? Do you want something, Ryou?” he mocks, planting kisses along my inner thigh.
“I want you. . .Don’t you dare stop,” I harshly say. I know how much I turn him on when I’m all demanding and such.
“As you wish.” He teases the sensitive sacs behind my manhood as his tongue dances across it, painfully stiffening it by the second. It isn’t much longer before I am fully hardened. Wincing at my own need, I grasp the sheets beneath the two of us, non-verbally begging for more.
“Now, Marik! Now!” I plead.
“Very well, then!” he announces before completely taking me into his mouth, pushing forward as far as he can go before choking. My moaning easily surpasses the romantic music he’d played for me, and I continue to grunt and groan, expressing my pleasure.
“Mar-Marik. . .! Ah, ah!” I can’t contain it any longer. Spilling into his mouth, my poor mate tries to swallow and keep me under his control at the same time. But I’m afraid that I’ve been dominated too many times, and tonight, I’m going to show him how much of a hassle I can truly be. . .
The second that I regain my energy, I slide myself from beneath him. I give him enough time to turn onto his back, where he questioningly stares at me. “What--” he begins, but I cut him off with a sharp kiss. Pulling away, I amuse myself with his smiling face and willing eyes. “Take me, Ryou, just do it, then.”
“I *will* do just that!” I chirp before dragging my tongue from his neck to his own manhood and toying with it, just as he always does to me. The sound of his groaning is much more appealing than I would have thought, and after many experiences of allowing Marik to do whatever he wishes with me, I’ve finally taken some of that aggression to use for situations such as these. I lean forward and kiss him while fondling myself, taking several seconds to once again arouse my semi-limp erection. After that is successfully taken care of, I dismiss my doubting with the thought that I won’t let him down. We’ve been through this so many times before. . .I can be just as dominative as he can.
“Ryou, what the hell are you waiting for?”
“Hush,” I say, carefully positioning my excitement at his otherwise useless opening. Of course, I’ve already lubricated my member to the point where it should slide right in without any problem at all. But I suppose it’s time to test that theory, so with a mighty shove, I push right into him, amazed at how tightly his muscles clamp onto me. Without further ado, I begin thrusting, gently and slowly, just the way I should. But with Marik’s encouragment and my increasing need for release, I speed up a bit, rythymatically searching for his weak spot. His newly formed erection startles me at first, but once I become more comfortable with it, I take it into my hand and pump the very life out of it.
“Ry-Ryou!” he calls, taking a hold of each side of the mattress.
“Ah. . .” Finally, I find the one area inside of him and, without mercy, I collide with it over and over again, lustfully striking it until neither one of us can stand it anymore. With a final thrust, I climax, my essence filling him in a hurry. He comes as well, further tainting our already-contaminated skin. I sit still for a second, catching my breath before pulling away from him and collapsing beside his sweaty form.
“I will never underestimate you again, kid,” he says, closing his eyes. “That was far better than I could have imagined.”
“Who said that a hikari had to be innocent at *all* times, hm?”
“I didn’t, let me tell you that.” And we hold each other, needing one another’s embrace. “Happy anniversery, Ryou.”
“Happy anniversery.”
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Marik and I have a strange bond, one that most likely wasn’t meant to form. But it’s just too perfect to give full responsibility to coincidence, for Fate had to have *some* kind of a role. In my eyes, every second we spend together has been written in the stars, and in his eyes, well, I simply don’t know what he sees. All I know is that it’s the most beautiful thing, and it’ll be there to guide the both of us throughout whatever may lay ahead. And I will never let him forget that I’m right beside him and until my last breath, he’ll be right beside me.
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THE END
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A/N: *cries* I’ve finished it! AHHH! I know it was an abrupt ending, but I could possibly do a sequel. Maybe I can do that in Marik’s point of view. . .That would be interesting. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through this whole thing and I hope you review, I mean, it’s the last chapter! Until next time, bye!
*Unexpected (and strange) lemon in this chapter, but I highly doubt that any of you will mind. . .*laughs* Anyway, I’ve somehow become comfortable with writing these scenes in Ryou’s point of view, so there won’t be an annoying interlude to bother you. Sorry about that, but I’m gonna shut up and allow you to read this in peace!
(Actually, I’d like to thank my reviewers before you start reading. I know that, as of this moment, I only have five reviews, which isn’t much while compared to other stories, but you guys have truly inspired me to keep writing. I wish that all of the readers on this site were as considerate as those of you that have reviewed and the ones that will review in the future. Thank you.)
In Your Eyes
By: cassie_k
Chapter Six
“Marik. . .I have to go to school. . .” My pathetic, half-hearted attempts to stop the wandering lips of my lover fail, obviously, and he intoxicates me into closing my eyes and lying completely still as he continues to smother me with kisses. “Marik,” I purr, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Come on. Stay home. You’ve been going to that damn place every day this year. One absence isn’t going to kill you,” he says, sitting up.
“No, but it *will* ruin my untainted record for this year. Now, get off of me.” I laugh at Marik’s pouting face as I leave our bed. Fixing my clothing, I fling my backpack over my shoulder and exit the room with the spirit right behind me.
“You like torturing me, don’t you?” he asks, crossing his arms.
“I do, it’s great fun!” We enter the living room of our apartment, which we’d just purchased with the help of Malik and Yugi. It isn’t exactly Burmingham Palace, but it’s a lovely start for the two of us. As soon as Marik gets a job, we might even be able to talk on the phone for more than a minute at a time. Shrugging, I find that I don’t really mind living in a place like this, though, as long as he’s with me. I unlock the door, absent-mindedly kissing his cheek before running down the stairs, on my way to another boring day of totally useless classes. Malik meets me at the corner of the street, and I am still amazed that he’s decided to start attending school. He’s explained that he did go in Egypt, but ever since Battle City and Marik’s psychotic outburst on the blimp. . .he’s been slightly distracted. And he’s pretty smart, too, which initially scared me.
“Hey, how’s Marik?” he asks as we walk together.
“Just fine. And Bakura?”
“Same. All he does is eat, sleep, and beg me for sex.” I feel like I should say something to comfort him because of the easy prediction of his relationship’s downfall. He’s been taking it very hard. “But I don’t feel like getting into that right now.” He turns to me and smiles. “I see that, uh, you and Marik are still doing very well, I guess.”
“Yes, but if you’d like to discuss something else, then I have no problem with it.” I absolutely hate it when anyone is so upset like this.
“Nah, it’s all right.” A short time of wordless company passes before he asks, “How long have you guys been together? A year or so?”
“Yes. It will be an exact year next Friday.” Although I feel awful for Malik, I can’t help but smile at the fortunate outcome of mine. I couldn’t have asked for more, honestly. “And the frightening part is, Marik remembered, too!” He chuckles, surprised by that bit of information just as I had been. *Marik* was actually the one to bring our anniversery into one of our conversations. I hadn’t forgotten, but I felt no need to talk about it at the time, and that was why it struck me as odd when he bluntly came out and said it.
“I’m really happy for you guys,” Malik says, ruffling my hair. I can easily pick up on the sound of dismay troubling his voice, but he most likely won’t talk of it. “Tell him I said hello, ‘kay?”
“Promise.” We approach the school in silence, and I admit that I’m much too afraid of causing further emotional damage upon my best friend. I know realize that I should have warned him about Bakura before he became so attatched to my yami. Maybe, in a way, this could be my fault, but Malik has the ability walk out on my other self at any time he wishes, so I’m not going to blame it all on my behalf.
Six hours of high school drama and back-stabbing rumors pass. I don’t understand some of the things that these people say about one another. Thankfully, I’m not like that, and I hope that I never will be. Now, however, I sit on the couch with Marik, my head resting upon his shoulder as we tiredly watch the last half hour of a soap opera. He jokingly says, “I cannot *believe* that she did that to him! What a bitch!”
“Yes, well, after finding out that he’s not exactly faithful, I’d take our son and move to California, too,” I go along, yawning.
“But if I ever cheated on you, would you take our only kid--whom I love dearly--and move miles away from me?” Marik asks, strangely sounding sincere.
“Of course. . .” I weakly laugh. Midnight has finally come around, and I can hardly keep my eyes open any longer after such a long day.
“I see how it is!” He suddenly stands, causing me to unexpectedly fall onto the couch. But I’m too exhausted to snap at him, like I normally would, so I relax as he takes me into his arms and carries me away. The next thing I know, I’m lying in the comfortable bed of ours, snuggled against his bare chest and listening to his heartbeat. Such a soothing sound, I might add. And the warmth of his skin pressed against mine is enough to get *anyone’s* blood flowing, no matter who you may be. “I love you, Ryou,” he whispers, his hand lovingly caressing my cheek.
“I love you, too, Marik.”
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All right, so I wasn’t exactly prepared for the amount of nervousness that would emit from the up-and-coming celebration of our one-year union. I feel like I have to prove myself tonight, if I haven’t already done so, and the last thing I want is Marik to think that I’m not as estatic as I could be. He seems to be a bit anxious, too, but he’s shown plenty of hidden emotions as time progressed, so minor things like this don’t surprise me anymore.
I stand behind the cash register of the gas station where I’ve been working for a few weeks now. I know it isn’t much of a job, but it’s certainly better than nothing. Besides, I’m barely seventeen. Who else will hire me? Anyway, since no one else is around as of the moment, I decide that it’s safe to plan tonight’s events. I only have a day, though, and I suppose that I should have started thinking about this beforehand, but. . .Oh well.
Upon arriving home late at night, I walk into a world of roses and soft music. With a dry mouth and sweaty palms, I dare to proceed forward, timidly pushing the door to our bedroom aside. My eyes grow even wider at the sight of Marik, who lies on the mattress, dressed in nothing. That’s it: nothing.
“Hey, look who’s home,” he snickers, stretching.
I blush so terribly! “W-well then. . .this is a nice surprise. How did you do all of this?” I ask, picking up a stray rose from the dresser.
“I had a little help from Malik and Bakura. I thought you’d like it.”
“I do. . .I like it very much.” I suddenly feel over-dressed, and he agrees, so he stands and shamelessly flaunts his *impressive* size as he heads in my direction, greeting me with a kind kiss. Our lips don’t separate as he unbuttons and removes my shirt. His mouth reaches my collar bone, and I moan as his teeth mar the skin, breaking it. Needless to say, after spending a year with someone like Marik, one will develop a tolerance for pain. And as uncharacteristic as I may appear, I enjoy it as the touch of his tongue devours the small stain of blood from my pale complexion.
“Are you ready, Ryou?” he asks. I nearly go mad after witnessing his perfect lips transforming themselves into that devellish grin which I love so much.
“You know I am, dummy,” I say, falling into him. We intimately wrestle for a moment or two before I take my usual place beneath him, lying completely still to give him access to every part of my eager body. He smirks and discards my pants before moving downward. His blonde hair tickles my abdomen as he nips at the head of my member, sending shivers of passion-driven excitement down my spine and aiding in my arousal. The skill of his mouth is unbelievable! “M-Marik,” I pant.
“Yes? Do you want something, Ryou?” he mocks, planting kisses along my inner thigh.
“I want you. . .Don’t you dare stop,” I harshly say. I know how much I turn him on when I’m all demanding and such.
“As you wish.” He teases the sensitive sacs behind my manhood as his tongue dances across it, painfully stiffening it by the second. It isn’t much longer before I am fully hardened. Wincing at my own need, I grasp the sheets beneath the two of us, non-verbally begging for more.
“Now, Marik! Now!” I plead.
“Very well, then!” he announces before completely taking me into his mouth, pushing forward as far as he can go before choking. My moaning easily surpasses the romantic music he’d played for me, and I continue to grunt and groan, expressing my pleasure.
“Mar-Marik. . .! Ah, ah!” I can’t contain it any longer. Spilling into his mouth, my poor mate tries to swallow and keep me under his control at the same time. But I’m afraid that I’ve been dominated too many times, and tonight, I’m going to show him how much of a hassle I can truly be. . .
The second that I regain my energy, I slide myself from beneath him. I give him enough time to turn onto his back, where he questioningly stares at me. “What--” he begins, but I cut him off with a sharp kiss. Pulling away, I amuse myself with his smiling face and willing eyes. “Take me, Ryou, just do it, then.”
“I *will* do just that!” I chirp before dragging my tongue from his neck to his own manhood and toying with it, just as he always does to me. The sound of his groaning is much more appealing than I would have thought, and after many experiences of allowing Marik to do whatever he wishes with me, I’ve finally taken some of that aggression to use for situations such as these. I lean forward and kiss him while fondling myself, taking several seconds to once again arouse my semi-limp erection. After that is successfully taken care of, I dismiss my doubting with the thought that I won’t let him down. We’ve been through this so many times before. . .I can be just as dominative as he can.
“Ryou, what the hell are you waiting for?”
“Hush,” I say, carefully positioning my excitement at his otherwise useless opening. Of course, I’ve already lubricated my member to the point where it should slide right in without any problem at all. But I suppose it’s time to test that theory, so with a mighty shove, I push right into him, amazed at how tightly his muscles clamp onto me. Without further ado, I begin thrusting, gently and slowly, just the way I should. But with Marik’s encouragment and my increasing need for release, I speed up a bit, rythymatically searching for his weak spot. His newly formed erection startles me at first, but once I become more comfortable with it, I take it into my hand and pump the very life out of it.
“Ry-Ryou!” he calls, taking a hold of each side of the mattress.
“Ah. . .” Finally, I find the one area inside of him and, without mercy, I collide with it over and over again, lustfully striking it until neither one of us can stand it anymore. With a final thrust, I climax, my essence filling him in a hurry. He comes as well, further tainting our already-contaminated skin. I sit still for a second, catching my breath before pulling away from him and collapsing beside his sweaty form.
“I will never underestimate you again, kid,” he says, closing his eyes. “That was far better than I could have imagined.”
“Who said that a hikari had to be innocent at *all* times, hm?”
“I didn’t, let me tell you that.” And we hold each other, needing one another’s embrace. “Happy anniversery, Ryou.”
“Happy anniversery.”
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Marik and I have a strange bond, one that most likely wasn’t meant to form. But it’s just too perfect to give full responsibility to coincidence, for Fate had to have *some* kind of a role. In my eyes, every second we spend together has been written in the stars, and in his eyes, well, I simply don’t know what he sees. All I know is that it’s the most beautiful thing, and it’ll be there to guide the both of us throughout whatever may lay ahead. And I will never let him forget that I’m right beside him and until my last breath, he’ll be right beside me.
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THE END
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A/N: *cries* I’ve finished it! AHHH! I know it was an abrupt ending, but I could possibly do a sequel. Maybe I can do that in Marik’s point of view. . .That would be interesting. Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through this whole thing and I hope you review, I mean, it’s the last chapter! Until next time, bye!