Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter Six (w/ Lemon) ( Chapter 6 )

Stuck On You

byTat Claire Kokoro and Rhapsody Moonschild

Marik'sPOV

I slowly awaken with my face towards the bookcase. Warm breath falls against my neck, giving me shivers. I flinch and notice that someone is spooning me.

<Yami…?> I ask myself the obvious question: of COURSE it is Yami! He is after all the only one other than me inside the room.

Reluctantly, I turn my head to see the pharaoh. And there he is, AWAKE. So he knows he is holding me THIS CLOSE.

He stares at me and I at him. A blush graces my cheeks and I quickly turn my head. Damn it! I am blushing! At the worthless good-for-nothing pharaoh!

The pharaoh must be as confused as I am. I feel his grip on me loosen…

<No! Please don't let me go… Yami…>

Without a thought, I grasp his arm. "Please, don't let go…"

Scared, I lift my eyes up to see his face. He's wide-eyed at this odd request but he does what I say and regains his hold on me…

I kiss his shoulder in thanks-wait… me saying thanks and being SINCERE?! I knew I am somewhat sane but not THIS sane.

What's worse, I can feel his hands traveling up my silky belly shirt and then running downwards… to my pants.

I want to say, "What the fuck are you doing?!" However, I also want him to continue downwards… to unbutton my leather pants, pull the zipper down, and run his fingers along my inner thigh.

Suddenly, he starts doing these very things, and his hands are moving down my VERY inner thigh.

I react like any other person… I moan. Can't believe this! I shouldn't be moaning in that pharaoh's arms. I SHOULD be planning his murder.

But I do moan, and I become aroused. With gentle hands he runs his fingers against my erection. And I grow limp in his arms as his prisoner, as his toy, paying attention only to the ways he pleases me, and responding with satisfied moans and sighs.

Before I know it, I release in his palm. His hand pulls back and towards his mouth, licking at my dripping seed.

I pull away from his body abruptly to look at him. Yami has a satisfied look on that regal face of his, and yet… he's as confused, as surprised, as frightened as I am.

"Marik…" he softly says. He sounds almost like a mewing kitten. A scared, mewing kitten on the street. Literally.

"I… I'm…" My voice cracks. Okay… that isn't evil. That is pathetic. That is weak.

How can I let myself be vulnerable like this? I can't possibly be… attracted…? I shake my head from the thoughts.

Once again, I looked at him. He's so full of longing that it seems like he could break. Just looking at him through my violet orbs like this strikes a match. I could break the pharaoh.

That's it! I'll have sex with him and afterwards I'll break that weak, defenseless heart of his.

Such a perfect, perfect plan.

With this thought in mind I awkwardly kiss him. Surprised as he is, he responds. I lay back on the mattress, giving myself up.

<Just this time…> I tell myself, <after this, no more… besides, it'll be worth it. I'll get to crush him.>

At first we're cautious about the kiss, then as it moves deeper it becomes wild and we're almost attached to each other, except for the breathing and taking-the-rest-of-my-clothes-off part. Yami is the first to bring the kiss to a halt.

I think perhaps he regained his senses, or figured out my plan. No, he lowers himself to my chest, nipping and brushing his tongue against my nipples.

I grin, running a hand through his spiky hair. Surprisingly, it's not as hard and clunky like I thought it would be, it's actually soft and inviting. I'm almost tempted to pull him back up to eye level and kiss his golden bangs.

But I don't have to. He moves upward for me 'til our noses touch and for once we gaze at each other without modesty, without hatred…

If you would have saw us then, you'd think we were completely immersed in the feeling of love. Yep! You'd see a sparkle in our eyes, that you would. However, my eyes were gleaming at the very thought of my plan to crush Yami.

So while I thread my fingers though his bangs…

While I graze them with my lips…

And while I lift his chin to kiss his lips also…

It is all for a purpose. It is so that after all this sex, I could, I would put him down. Yes, I could see it all now…

Whispering sweet promises in his ear, all of them ones I don't want to keep. Then, telling him the grim truth.

"Do you have any lotion by any chance?" the pharaoh timidly asks. I can't help but smile. He's SO kawaii like this. Hold it! Kawaii?! How dare I use such a girly, la-la-land word, and on the pharaoh?!

I pause before pointing to a nearby chest of drawers. Yami leans over, opens the drawer, and takes the lotion out. I watch him put a small glob on his fingers and rub the mixture in for more lubrication.

Then, I feel one finger forced into me, inching itself inside slowly. I take in the pain, telling myself this is nothing compared to what I've done.

Now two… three… ahhh! I gasp when he puts in the third finger and starts making 'sample' in and out movements.

Yami pulls his fingers out, thinking I've loosened up decently now. He chuckles. "Already enjoying yourself that much? And we haven't even got down to it."

At first I don't get what he means, but then my grip on the covers loosen. I start to understand. Damn…

He levels himself over me and thrusts. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust to this. And then the ACTUAL thing begins…

He moves deeper, then pulls back a bit and strives to go deeper again, attempting to go farther than last time, while I respond each and every time with moans, whimpers, and sometimes a piece of dirty talk. But it's mostly whimpers. Whimpers of pain and the tingly-mess.

I take both feelings in, and soon enough, my throat erupts from a whimper to a moan.

Yami brings his mouth close to my ear. His breath runs down my neck quickly. He sounds almost like he was glomped by a fangirl.

I nuzzle myself into his chest, feeling blood run along my legs and now his released seed. I ALMOST want to murmur, "I love you." I restrain myself, hating the fact I want to say such a thing. And since when has 'love' made its way in my vocab?

Creak!

I hear the door open and from the corner of my eye I see a pale, silvery-haired tomb-robber in the doorway. Eyes pop out and jaw drops to the floor…