Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ ride ❯ ¬.¬ Uh, chapter two ( Chapter 2 )

ride

by trivia-game

disclaimer: nope, still don't own it since last chapter…who'd have thunk…

"You ought to know…" he whispers, getting off the bike. He backs me up off the road and onto the paved sidewalk. He keeps stalking, subtly licking his lips until the cool metal of a streetlight is pressed against my back. He points a finger at my chest, pinning me to the pole with that single digit. His eyes gleam.

"…Not to tease me."

In a second, my shirt is crumpled on the sidewalk, and Malik is quickly disposing of his own shirt. Sweat gleams on the bronzed flesh beneath the glare of the light. Satisfied that his the clothing would no longer be in the way, he presses himself against my body, whispering wicked words that leave me panting. He crushes his lips to mine, and while I'm distracted by the delicious spice of a simply Malik taste, slides a hand beneath my pants.

I gasp and curve into his hand as he wraps a hand around my arousal. His hands are still icy from the biting wind against the bike, and the burning pleasure combined with the sharp spike of chill is mind numbing.

I can feel his hardness grinding into my hip as he wraps a leg around my hips, and I know this has got to advance, quickly. The feeling of his body pressed against mine and Malik's touches across my length alone would drive me over the edge. Quickly, I slide the pants down his hips, revealing more nicely toned muscles and undeniable evidence that maybe business sex wasn't so bad after all.

He pulls down my own pants and moves against me again. Our lengths are pressed together, sending shocks through my body with every subtle movement of our hips. He moans into me and tangles a pair of nimble hands in my hair. Fuck, he's beautiful.

I move my lips down his body, tasting a rich, exotic flavor on the flesh of his chest. And, of course, this only makes me curious about how he tastes elsewhere.

I take him into my mouth, feeling him stiffen against me. His fingers still twined in my hair tighten, and he lets out a sound I can't compare to anything but a mewl. The thought makes me chuckle against his arousal, the vibrations obviously coursing through him. He gasps and clenches his eyes shut.

"Ra…Bakura…"

He becomes more and more tense as I run my tongue over the stiff flesh. He's growing closer to a blissful explosion-but we can't have that. I slide my mouth off of him, giving him nothing but a teasing lick before glancing up to meet his irritated gaze.

"Why," he grinds out hoarsely, "did you stop?"

I brush my lips against the sensitive flesh at his base, and smirk. "Because there are better things to come," I whisper, letting my breath trail against the tender skin.

The eyes that had drifted shut at my teasing snapped open as I slid a finger into his entrance. He squirmed and glanced down at me. Resolving the distrust that had clouded his eyes for a moment, he spread his legs open, and reached out a hand to lean on the street-lamp behind me.

I wiggled the finger inside him, and let him adjust as it was slipped in to the knuckle. As he moans, I pull out the digit and add another, spreading him farther than his body would have let him go without the slowness.

Almost delicately, I run my tongue over Malik's ignored member. He lets out a tiny groan and glances down to glare at me. "You don't have to be quite so gentle," he rasps. "Hurry up, or I'll do it without you."

And with that encouragement, I grin. "If you say so." I fill him with a third finger, a pained gasp. Tsk-tsk, him and his cockiness. I take him into my mouth as I move the fingers around in his body.

He gasps at the combined sensations, and I quickly pull off and out, getting up. His eyes widen.

"Bakura, I swear if you stop one more time-"

I cut off his threats with a kiss that softens his scowl, at least to a point where there's little threat of homicide. With that distraction firmly in place, I press him to the street light, lifting a mocha-colored leg out of his pants around my waist. Without letting him reconsider, I press into the tightness of his body.

Those violent lavender eyes burst open, and he arches towards me.

"Fuck…" he hisses. His leg tightens around me, and, leaning back against the pole, he twines the other one around my back, firmly keeping us pressed together.

"With pleasure," I reply.

I hold the gentle curve of his ass to me as I withdraw from the luscious warmth of his body. Fuelled by the delicious moans and gasps from Malik's gorgeous mouth, I thrust back in to the hilt, finding a spot in his body that made the tanned boy wrap his arms around my torso and press his mouth to my shoulder.

I set up a quick rhythm that left Malik, only partially prepared, panting in a mixture of agony and bliss. He met my hips with his own, thrusting back as much as he could from his position. Each time I made contact with that special spot inside of him, Malik's teeth would sink into the flesh of my shoulder to muffle the cries.

I groan as a pressure inside Malik builds and tenses around my length. His nails dig into the skin of my back, and I'm sure that I'm bleeding.

"Malik," I moan, "…so close…"

I thrust into him again, deep as I could. His legs tighten around my waist, and he moves so that his own stiffness rubs against my stomach with each thrust. His nails dig deeper into my shoulders, tearing the delicate skin. He screams sensuously, the sound rich with lust.

He writhes against me and I feel his warmth splatter against my stomach with a final cry. As the slick warmth around me clenches, I feel myself tense up. My vision blurs as I delve into him in a harsh movement, tearing climax from me. I grind out his name and press my own nails into his hips. I hiss out his name and words that have lost all meaning as I fall over the edge. I spill into him, gasping.

Malik relaxes around me, and I feel the bursts of pain from his fingernails get slapped by the icy night air. I'm still panting when he moves a hand from my back to brush the hair from my face in a tiny gesture of peculiar tenderness. A grin is playing across those misleading angelic lips. He presses his mouth to mine, sweat-slicked and finally warmed.

"I'd say," he whispers, pulling away from my dazed mouth, "that was…quite a ride."

hey pretty

don't you wanna take a ride with me-

through my world?

and no sense anymore, and suddenly no more curves either,

just the straightaway

::coughs:: Well…that was interesting…that was the first lemon I've ever let see the light of day…^^;; Please review and tell me what you think? I'd appreciate it. But, er, ye gods, no commenting on the corny ending…

^.^ Much hugs and love!