Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Taming the Devil ❯ Taming the Devil ( Chapter 1 )

AN:

Quick one, this is not solely my work, I have had a lot of help from my Beta Nell with this. Many many thanks my sweet!

 

Now for the important points - this is a side story to Redemption, and is a continuation of the encounter in Chapter 12 - The Devil's games. I have repeated the section that was used in that chapter for those who haven't read the story, though I would highly recommend you doing so or the setting will not make a lot of sense to you.

 

Okay, this is written split POV, this was started as an RP after all so

Malik's POV

Marik's POV

 

Right enough waffling, here is the tale of their wild night, enjoy!

 

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Malik was sat on his bed deep in thought. Recent events, along with Ryou being absolutely pissed with him, Joey and Yugi, really didn't seem to be making sense. Not only did Yugi and Ryou have doubles, but it seemed as though he had one as well now! Not only that, but the guy had held his chin and said he was a cute kid. Of course, it had taken a lot of calming down from Joey for Malik to get over the kid bit associated with the cute, but nevertheless, he couldn't get over how damn sexy his own double had been. Sure, Bakura was the shit for Ryou and Yami seemed to be the shit from a distance too, but his guy? He had to top all of them.

 

Hang on - his guy? The argument between Ryou before must have made his head enter the realms of Ra, which wasn't perhaps a good thing. Since when had the other…blonde become his guy? It didn't matter much anyway, but still. Malik sighed, raking a hand through his ten-times preened over locks, tugging at a few strands irritably. Sometimes, in all of his insecurity, he had considered chopping his hair off and seeing what he looked like bald. His sister would murder him, naturally, and he didn't particularly want to die young.

 

Sitting around moping wasn't going to do him any favours, and he decided that he might as well go look for Ryou, if he wasn't already too late. It had been a few hours since the argument, and he had lost count of the number of times he had tried calling him, but Malik figured that the white-haired youth needed some time to calm down. But it still didn't change the fact they had all been mollycoddling him, only because they cared, but still. Ryou was right to say what he did, but Malik, to whom friends meant everything, needed to put his mind at rest, and that meant apologizing right this instant. He was compulsive at times, and this was definitely one of those moments.

 

He was out of the door, wrapped in a jacket before anyone figured out he was leaving the house, and he was walking along the well-trodden pavement slabs towards the centre of town. Maybe Ryou had gone to get a drink or something? It was possible at any rate, though he didn't hold out much hope of finding the kid, though he was determined to at least try.

 

Marik was still seething. Despite Akeifa and Yami trying to calm him down over the whole Seto situation, he was still basically in a foul mood and when he was like this he got reckless. He knew Seto's appearance at Bakura's was a battle cry and one he intended to answer. He made his way to earth quickly, But this time he did a little more than just hide his wings. This time he went to his fully human form. He and a few others had the ability to do this, Seto and Gabriel had the power, Yami when he chose. He had the ability because of his role. It was ironic that his responsibility was not only to help souls achieve heaven, but to also tempt them from the straight and narrow.

 

He stretched out his back as it always took a few moments to get used to the feeling of being wingless and wondered how Bakura had stood it for millennia. Though the human body had its very distinct advantages. The pleasures of the flesh were an easy method for temptation, the upside for him being that it was always a good way to let off steam. It worked for humans and it sure as Hell worked for him. Though whether that was what he would do tonight he wasn't sure.

He mused about what exactly to do, going to Bakura's and pounding on the door was not a good option and would only cause more trouble. Movement in the corner of his eye made him turn. He grinned predatorily as he spotted the perfect opportunity. His little counterpart walking down the street. Oh yes, a way to piss off Seto, after all his and Yami's interactions with their counterparts were the reason for his appearance. This seemed a perfect way to state that he was not going to put up with Seto's shit. With a smirk he watched Malik pass him on the other side if the street and head into a bar. The kid was easy prey, he just didn't know it yet.

 

He crossed the street quickly heading into the crowded and smoky environment. Strangely enough he felt at home in places like this, but perhaps it was because it was the setting for many a temptation. He'd bought a few souls in places like this and it was all part of the job. He spotted Malik a little way away, seemingly looking for someone. Well he was about to find someone, even if it wasn't who he intended.

 

Malik huffed in annoyance. No hint of Ryou in the crowded place, though in all honesty, had he expected the chaste, 'innocent' Ryou to willingly enter a place like this? Perhaps not, though he was going to check everywhere before the night was up, and if that failed, he was going to march up to Ryou's front door and wait there all night until he opened the door. Well, perhaps not that long, but it depended on his mood.

 

In fact, what sort of mood was he in anyway? He felt that if he didn't fix things then they wouldn't ever get fixed - it was a bad habit of his to interfere in things that weren't going well, and most of the time he only made them worse. But not this time, no, he was determined to fix this, even if he had to spend all night looking for the particular white-haired youth. Of course, it would have been better should Joey have been with him, at least then he'd have had some company, or at most someone to blame the whole thing on should it go disastrously wrong. No, he wouldn't really blame Joey for everything; they were guilty in equal measures, though that didn't really make him feel too much better about the situation.

 

The smoke wasn't irritating to his lungs any more as it had once been, and nor did the smell of sweat churn his stomach. He was used to the pub and club scene, he enjoyed it in a way, it let him use his 'ulterior personality', the confident face he put on for the masses. Yeah, it never worked with Yugi and the rest, but it worked with everyone else. He was so preoccupied that he never noticed the figure that sidled up beside him.

 

“Lose someone kid?”

 

That voice! He turned, looking left before finally looking right to where his double stood. What the...well, talk about unexpected. The question had thrown him and he stood gaping for a few moments before he tried to dismiss the shocked expression on his face.

 

"Yeah. One of my friends. White hair, you seen him?"

 

Tonight was going to be interesting. Not only had he NOT found Ryou, but he'd found the guy he'd been thinking about, and imagining about, not so long ago for fucks sake.

 

"You mean the one a friend of mine is seeing?” He said almost bored, he didn't want to seem too interested in the pair. “Yeah I saw them earlier. He's fine if that's what you want to know, well as long as sushi doesn't disagree with him."

 

Okay so perhaps spilling the details on what was happening between Bakura and Ryou was a little underhand, but he wanted to grab the kid's attention. Once he had that then the evening really could get interesting.

 

"So for now that leaves you and me, or do you really intend to spend the whole night looking for someone who is doing just fine?" He asked harshly.

 

Okay perhaps he was being a bit mean, the anger from Seto was obviously still with him and he would need to reign that in a touch if he didn't want to scare the kid off entirely.

 

Good Ra, how the hell did this guy know all this? I mean, yeah, Bakura said that they knew each other...but this was taking the mick. Mind, his interest had been peaked, that went without saying, and the fact that he was attracted to the other blond pretty much sealed the fact he was going to pay attention to him.

 

"I was just a bit...well, you know what arguments with friends are like, but damn it to Ra if I'm going to let it fester, but if you're sure he's..."

 

Well, the guy wasn't going to lie to him about Ryou's safety, was he? Of course, Malik was always a little wary of strangers, or perhaps not seeing as how he flirted with nearly the entire population of Domino, but still. He just wanted to know that Ryou was okay, and he knew now...right?

 

"I suppose." Was his reply to the last statement, though he found himself trying to figure the other out a little too much and paying less attention to the words he was speaking than he should have been. Why the hell did they look so alike?

 

"Why do you look like me?" He turned around fully to face Marik, arms crossed over his chest, a quizzical expression on his face.

 

Marik blinked at the strange question before bursting out laughing.

 

"How the Hell should I know, I could ask you the same damn thing. One of those freak of nature things I guess. They do say everyone in this world has their double. We are just lucky to look this good." He smirked.

 

He chuckled to himself, his lavender eyes shining with mirth. Okay, he was feeling better, the kid had a knack for making him laugh, even if he didn't know him yet, he was starting to get why Bakura and Ryou got on so well, the two balanced each other out. Perhaps it was the same with him and Malik.

 

"So kid, just what do you plan to do with your night? We can stay here and shoot the shit over a few beers or you could decide on something else to do."

 

That laugh sent electricity right to the pit of his stomach and it was as though his senses were exploding. What the fuck was this shit? Okay, sexy guy had a sexy laugh, and damn right they were lucky they looked so good. Ha. He'd struck gold, hadn't he? Who knew a night out at where Bakura worked could have turned into such a goldmine?

 

"Luck has nothing to do with it; I call it good genes."

 

And with that, he attempted to pose in his jeans, winking at...the hell! What was the guy's name again? Marik? Funny how their names only differed in one letter. Well, whatever this guy was, he was certainly doing things for Malik's libido, that was pretty evident, as he was pretty much doing his flirting routine again. Hell, despite all the flirting, his bed hadn't seen any action in quite a while, which was pretty damn depressing when he thought about it.

 

"Why pay for beer when I have some at home?" A shrug. Well, it was true, why pay for alcohol when he already had supplies? And like hell he was going to pass up an opportunity like this! Ryou was playing it safe with Bakura, Malik understood that, but since when did Malik ever play things safe himself? Rarely, if at all.

 

Marik raised an eyebrow, Hell this kid was moving fast. He caught the wink and there was very little innocent about it, and that pose... He let his eyes take all of Malik in appreciatively. Okay, he had been messing when he had called the kid cute that night but now he thought about it the kid was more than a little cute. The offer of a beer at Malik's place seemed forward but Hell he was in the mood to cause trouble, and this promised to be more than a little fun, especially if Malik was willing to follow up on the signals he was putting out right now. He smiled at his prey, running through the possibilities, oh yes, this was going to be a very interesting evening. But it wouldn't do well to come across too eager.

 

"Sure, why not." He shrugged. It also saved the issue of him having to procure cash. "Your place it is then.”

 

The fact that he hadn't scared Marik off with his eagerness was a feat in itself to say the least, though he sure as hell wasn't complaining. Usually when he was this forward the people he was trying to charm took the next taxi home, or ran for the hills if it were at all possible. Yeah, he definitely liked this guy already, and damn was he good looking! And plus, its not like you ever forget how to ride a bike, is it? Mind, that was a bad way of phrasing things, though as long as his bad phrases stayed in his head, then nobody was going to be able to call him stupid now, were they? It took a while for the other blonde to answer, though he stopped himself, or more like forced himself, not to get impatient. The night was still young…ish after all right?

 

He sounded pretty casual about it, but casual would do for now; he was eager enough for the both of them it seemed, though he wasn't sure if his confidence would see the night through or not. It was pretty damn strong, his insecurities being held at bay by adrenaline, and he just hoped he'd be able to last the night without starting to wallow in the 'I hate myself' scene.

 

"Well, we'd better get going then?"

 

Marik saw the unease flicker in the human's aura, despite the confident front he was putting on he was an insecure guy. No matter, he could handle it. He stretched his arm round Malik's shoulders, allowing his aura to mingle with Malik's slightly, allowing the feeling of confidence he always felt flow to the other. That should keep the kid on an even keel. He wasn't in the mood for heart to heart kind of shit he'd done that with Bakura recently enough and once in a week was more than enough for him.

 

“Sure thing, you lead the way.”

 

He was fairly propelling Malik forward through the crowd, using his skills to make the going easier for them, and soon they were out of the smoke and sweat and into the fresh night air.

 

"So I guess since I am accompanying you home we had better do a bit of this get to know each other shit huh?"

 

The guy exuded confidence, along with a fair amount of heat as he discovered when Marik's arm went around his shoulders. It wasn't an uneasy feeling, though it did send a few more sparks and jolts up and down his spine. It was strange, that electricity, but he could test that further later on.

 

"It's not far, maybe five minutes. Everyone else should be off doing their own thing too by now" Well, hopefully, anyway, or else the loud music would have to go on, and Ishizu always got a bit pissy with him the next day. It seemed as though they were out of the place quicker than he managed to get in it in the first place, but he supposed it was because...well, he didn't know why it was, nor did he really care. "Thank Ra for people moving out of your way, hey?" He smirked a bit at his own comment.

 

"And yeah, I suppose. So. Bakura said your name's Marik, mine's Malik. Whereabouts do you come from? How old are you? The usual stuff." He could ask more interesting questions later.

 

"Hmm, lets see, nowhere you know and older than you, for now that's all you need to know. But since we are at this I don't care what star sign I was supposedly born under and I'm a workaholic"

 

Okay, lets see if that did the trick and got him out of the awkward questions, he never should have opened up that line of conversation. He didn't particularly like lying; he was still angel enough for that to stick in his craw as did blaspheming. Cursing on the other hand he would do freely and had done in his tirade against Seto earlier. Damn why did it always feel so good to badmouth the Left Hand of God so? Okay distraction tactics, time to point the kid's attention away from the awkward shit and in a direction easier to handle. He leaned in close to Malik's ear with a grin.

 

"What about you? Are you the kind for all work and no play? I'm kinda hoping you're not." He purred suppressing a snigger as he felt the youth tense slightly.

 

Well, the guy sure was a smooth talker, he'd give him that, though he was right; he perhaps didn't need to, or want to know any more than the fact he was older than him. He knew his name at least, beggars can't be choosers, right?

 

"So, you're older than I am, you're a workaholic, and you weren't born here. Neither was I. I was born in Egypt, hence the colouring, though my hair has always had my sis mystified."

 

He smirked, and looked at Marik again, his tongue playing with his own lower lip in a teasing manner. Why the hell shouldn't he tease? And by Ra that question had him weak-kneed, the innuendo so heavy that he damn near ravaged Marik then and there in the middle of the street, not two minutes away from the safe confines of his bedroom. But he didn't.

 

"I play like I live; hard." He purred right back, all tension gone, and a smirk that could rival the Devil's on his face.

 

He grinned, damn that smirk was attractive on his counterpart. Though the confidence was very up, had he gone too far? Nah, it was fucking hot on this kid. Oh and that teasing with his tongue, damn the kid seemed to be stealing his moves. He had seduced a few in his time, he was the Devil after all, but he was starting to wonder who the fuck was seducing who here. No matter, it was turning out to be a bloody excellent night. He could only hope they had the place to themselves when they got there because the things he planned to do to Malik really did require some privacy.

 

He was feeling that prickling he got at the back of his neck whenever he got excited about something, damn the perks of the job. There was the satisfaction of helping souls achieve heaven, but then there was the temptation, and seduction, and he would be doing plenty of the latter tonight. He felt shivers down his spine as Malik purred right back at him. Hmm the distraction had worked, and the results were absolutely delicious.

 

“Hmm, I bet you do kid, I bet you do” He replied. “It better not be fucking far cause you are in for a wild ride tonight. You better hold on tight.”

 

Hell, he knew he was too far gone to even think about stopping the game now; he'd follow through, more than likely, if he had it his way and if everyone was out. If not, there was a lock on his door and plenty of music to start blasting out on the stereo to drown out any...noises that would come out from the evening, though complete privacy was always best. God, was he already planning it out? Or, who was doing the planning? It had been Marik who came up to him, after all, there had to be intention on the part of the other blonde However, Malik really couldn't have cared less. He was, after all, more than game for anything the other had planned, and perhaps more. Hell, at least he was going to be able to brag to Joey about it at some point tomorrow.

 

And fuck it. He wanted a taste of that mouth before they got through the door, which was probably only a few feet away now, and his eyes darted towards the familiar house, but he still grabbed a fistful of Marik's hair and dragged his mouth to his own. It was brutal, anything but sweet, and he ended it before it led to anything else, smirking from ear to ear like the cat that got the cream.

 

"We're here. And don't worry, I'll hold on tight alright." He tested the door, realizing it was locked. That meant his sister was out, also meaning that the house was theirs. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and opened the door, stepping inside.

 

"Come in, make yourself...comfortable." Another devilish smirk.

 

He had been a little surprised by the sudden kiss, but he wasn't complaining, damn this was too easy. He felt the tension, the need rise in him and had to hold himself back for a moment as he watched Malik test the door. A good sign but he couldn't care less right now. All he cared about was getting another taste of that mouth and then so much more besides. He couldn't get through the door after Malik quick enough, slamming it behind them before grabbing him and pinning him to the wall with his body, grinding his hips against his smaller counterpart.

 

“Oh I'll make myself comfortable alright.” He growled huskily in the blonde's ear.

 

This time he was the one to grab a fistful of platinum hair, crushing his lips to the humans in a heated kiss, his tongue delving into the other's mouth with a will. He dominated the kiss, nipping hungrily at Malik's lips, only realizing now just how much he needed this. Damn he hadn't felt this hot in a very long time. He pulled away suddenly, gasping for air almost drunk on the chemistry between them. He grinned eyeing the human lustily.

 

“I plan to make myself very comfortable.”

 

Quicker than he could shout Ra's name in vain he was being pinned against a wall and ground against, and fuck it felt good. It'd been a hell of a long time since he'd had a good dose of rough and tumble, and he was going to make the most of it. He used the other as leverage to lift his legs up around Marik's hips, dragging their hips closer to each other.

 

It seemed as if they both needed this, by the amount of raw sexual tension in the air and the electricity between them, and Malik wasn't going to let it stop. He had too much adrenaline in his system to let it happen, at least. His hands delved into the wilder locks of Marik's hair, tugging and pulling and gripping at the roots, dragging him in for another kiss, this time trying to battle for control, though he was testing how far Marik would go to keep it.

 

"Walls have never proved so useful." He purred into the kiss, grinding himself full-on to the other man. "But I'm sure as hell not complaining."

 

He grinned as Malik wrapped his legs around him, damn he was eager and it was so fucking hot. As Malik grabbed his hair he joined the battle for domination with a will, but chose not to take it completely, enjoying the contest more by far. He grinned as Malik purred at him, groaning as his pelvis was ground into lasciviously.

 

“You better have a bed bloody close kid or your ass is gonna hit the floor soon.” He growled, nipping at Malik's jaw, tasting the tang of sweat beginning to form.

 

Hmm it was the taste of lust, a deadly sin, but when it came to sin he was the fucking master. He grabbed a fistful of that ass he had wanted to assess earlier, and knew he was gonna find out all he wanted to about it very shortly. He dug his fingers in, knowing that even through jeans his grip might be painful, but damn he was fast losing control and tonight there was nothing he could do to keep things gentle and sweet. He was too wound up for that.

 

He suddenly dropped Malik, while he still had a little self-control, helping him find his feet rather than letting him hit the floor ass first.

 

“Bed, now!” He growled dangerously.

 

Fucking hell this was getting out of control, the heat was escalating to the point where Malik surely thought he was going to burn up and disappear, and he craved even more of it, that heat, that fire. It was addictive, different, maddening, and he'd be damned if this was going to be a one-off. The hell he was going to let this guy get away after the sneak-peak he'd gotten! Malik was sure about one thing, and that was he'd be damn near half-dead by morning in terms of being tired and wiped out, but it was a price he was more than willing to pay. What was a day spent sleeping compared to what he was going to get tonight? Nothing.

 

Marik's hands were on his ass, gripping and grabbing so hard it was damn near painful, in fact it was painful, but strangely enough, Malik couldn't give a damn if the grip was hard enough to bruise, his ass would get over it. However, he was put on his feet rather unceremoniously, and he grumbled a little disdainfully, pouting before running helter-skelter for the stairs, pushing himself to get up to the second floor of the building and to his room, ripping the jacket off along the way, not caring where it fell. It was almost like a race, and as he yanked his bedroom door open, he had to stop for breath.

 

"Coming?"

 

He grinned at the question “Soon enough kid, soon enough”

 

With that he pulled Malik into a crushing kiss, one hand in his hair and the other wrapped firmly around Malik's back. Pulling none too gently on Malik's hair he yanked the youth's head back before biting and sucking at the taught flesh of his neck and throat. Oh the taste of adrenaline fuelled lust, it was a sweet as honey to him, and right now the human reeked of it. Oh it felt so fucking good to be the cause of that.

 

He relinquished his hold suddenly, ushering his prey into the waiting room, not wasting any time he grabbed Malik's t-shirt and pulled it off over his head. His eyes drank in the expanse of smooth tanned flesh and it only served to fuel his hunger.

 

“Damn you look good enough to eat.” He purred, licking his lips quite unconsciously.

 

It'd been too long, far too long since he'd felt anything like this...though he was asking himself if he'd ever felt anything like this before at all. Sure, there'd been sex, plenty of sex until his own insecurities began getting the better of him, but nothing like this, nothing like this fire and energy and electricity. He wanted it more than anything, and to think, if he hadn't stepped foot out of the house to go look for Ryou, then none of this would have happened. Perhaps he should act on his impulses more often, though Joey and Yugi would disagree with that, no doubt.

 

The kiss was hungry, as was the biting and sucking on his neck, but he wasn't complaining, it felt too damn good to complain, and then they were inside his bedroom and he vaguely remembered kicking the door shut with his foot before his shirt was pulled off and over his head. He smirked at the appraising looks and mock-twirled for Marik, grinning like he was in the ninth heaven.

 

"You like what you see? Except, seems one of us is overdressed..." He slinked forwards towards Marik and pulled the shirt over the top of the other blonde's head. God, that body was delicious.

 

"Not as nice as mine" He was a tease of course, but he couldn't help himself. He smirked playfully at the other, stepping back, keeping a distance as he stretched languidly.

 

He smiled as the other stretched out for his benefit. Hmm it wasn't as if he needed to be tempted. He had already decided that Malik's ass was his and the youth sure as hell didn't seem to mind. He quickly closed the gap between the two, backing Malik towards the bed, wrapping his arms around him before pitching them forward, causing Malik to fall trapped beneath him. Hmm, just where he wanted him. He looked deep into the other's eyes, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath him, as the bare flesh met, seeing his own need mirrored in those lavender eyes, no matter how Malik tried to tease.

 

He lowered his head to the juncture between Malik's neck and shoulder, kissing and tonguing the flesh there, working his way up the youth's neck until he found a sensitive spot that made the youth shiver beneath him in a way that sent chills up his own spine. Ah the pleasures of the flesh. He had not indulged in far too long, and with such a delicious specimen too. He stroked at Malik's sides with feather light touches, wanting to give the youth chills in a delicious counterpoint to the heat that rose between them.

 

“Hmm, good genes you say. I think I would have to agree.” He purred against the other's neck. “You taste as good as you look.”

 

The way Marik had been looking at him, both now and earlier, had been enough to let him know what to expect, and he was looking forward to it, but it didn't stop him from doing a little bit of harmless teasing. After all, he wouldn't be Malik if he didn't tease, right? He watched as Marik closed the gap between them, and he didn't do a thing to stop himself from being trapped against the bed he didn't want to do anything about it; he wanted it, perhaps more than he was letting on, though he figured that he was being pretty damn forward himself.

 

Marik's weight on top if him felt how it should feel - he'd never felt so comfortable, so damn hot and needy, but he had never felt so comfortable. His hands ran at a feverish pace over Marik's chest and shoulders, gripping and squeezing at the flesh as Marik tongued his neck, causing him to let out a rather unexpected cry of pleasure when he found that spot on his neck that had he been standing would have caused his knees to fail him. How the hell did he know where to find it, and how did he know which buttons to press? He revelled in it, at any rate, and wrapped his legs around Marik's waist again, pulling him closer.

 

The feather light touches on the bare skin of his sides only increased the frequency of his moans, but he wanted more, needed more, and he pressed urgently against the older male, though how much older was he? Fuck it, he didn't want to know; he could find out later. He twisted Marik's nipples sharply, and then dug his hands into the blonde's hair, pulling him in for another kiss, though this time he included teeth and all, biting, nipping, and battling for control as he tried to roll them over, though he doubted he'd succeed. "You haven't looked at the rest of me yet."

 

He moaned as Malik tried to take control, making him want to grab the youth's wrists and pin them above his head, but then, Malik wasn't being the typical submissive he was used to, a fact that he was revelling in. Having a partner as equally aggressive was a huge turn on, so smirking into the brutal kiss he decided to go with it and see where things led. He landed on his back with a thump, feeling Malik's weight settle on him, but it wasn't enough. He grabbed Malik's hips, grinding upwards into the body above him and the two continued to battle in the kiss.

 

He hissed at the glorious friction as their clothed erections met, moaning as Malik ground back, he seemed delighted at the change of position and seemed like he was about to take a full advantage. Good, no fucking excellent! When had he ever had someone as willing and hot and needy as this? In all the millennia there had not been one quite like this youth that tasted of spice and could match him so well. It was so fucking delicious, he wondered if anything would ever feel so incredible again after they were done.

 

Grabbing the preened locks in both hands he tore Malik's mouth from his own, hearing the youth suppress a whine at the loss of contact.

 

“Fuck, where the Hell have you been all my life?” He ground out, his voice thick with lust and need.

 

The change of position startled him, but a devious grin was already on his face. He could play for a little while before giving Marik what he wanted, what they both wanted, but he could wait a little while longer, or could he? He wasn't quite sure if he'd manage another five minutes before he demanded something more than grinding, it was driving him insane. They really were a match; both aggressive and eager to get what they wanted, but they worked in sync with each other, knowing exactly which buttons to push and how and when. It was perfect, too perfect that Malik wondered if he'd be spoilt afterwards, unable to find anything as good again. He'd just have to make sure he kept Marik close, wouldn't he?

 

The hair pulling was leaving his scalp sore, but the pain was delicious; pain had always reminded him that he was alive and able to breathe for another day, he was thankful for pain, not that he'd want to endure pain for the rest of his life, but still. It was a stark reminder which he appreciated more than he let on. Finally, he was pulled, or ripped, away from the kiss, panting and as needy as ever, attempting to ride Marik through their pants and yet growing flustered when it simply wouldn't work.

 

"I've been around, but where've you been?" It was his turn to grind words out as he grabbed and fumbled at the fastenings on Marik's pants. "Plenty of time to make up for it, fuck Ra there is so much time to make up for it..." He was mumbling to himself, his body slick with sweat, his skin at a feverish temperature. Fuck, he needed this.

 

“In Hell without you.” He moaned truthfully, knowing Malik wouldn't realize what he was saying.

 

He sighed in relief as Malik freed him from the confines of his pants, they had been getting way too tight. He lifted up his hips to allow him to yank them down, toeing off his boots as he did so. A quick move in synch and the offending garment was off, and he grinned as Malik suddenly realized that he had been wearing no underwear underneath the tight trousers. He lay back placing his hands behind his head and smirked teasingly as the youth appraised his naked figure.

 

“Like what you see?” He purred, narrowing his eyes at his soon to be lover.

 

Oh Hell this was too much fun watching the human react to this, having someone match him so. He was going to allow this for just a little longer before taking the control back and fucking the kid until he screamed. Something which by the way things were going wasn't going to be too difficult to achieve. He propped himself up on one elbow reaching out to the tanned chest with the other hand, dragging his nails gently down the heated flesh.

 

“Now who's a little over dressed?”

 

He didn't know how to answer what Marik said, because it made him blush, because whilst it wasn't exactly sweet, it was...quite profound in its own way, and he found himself even more determined not to let this man slip out of his life after this ended. There was no way in Ra's name that Malik was going to let Marik go without a bloody good fight, and Malik was pretty good at fighting when he has to. The pants were gone in a flash and Malik was left looking at the 'rest' of Marik, and needless to say he was not disappointed at what he saw, and he also realized that they had another thing in common; going without underwear. Malik had been chastised by Yugi and the rest of the group more than once for mooning them unintentionally.

 

"What's not to like?" He purred, biting his lip as he surveyed what would soon become his. Yes, Hell yes he liked what he saw, more than liked; loved. Marik's fingers were dragging themselves down his chest, forcing him to let out a pent-up moan as he slid back off the other male, toying with the fastenings on his belt, his head cocked to one side.

 

"Want me?"

 

“Fuck yes! Get those bastard pants off now!” He growled the order out harshly.

 

Actually he didn't trust the other not to make him wait and tease some more so in a flash he was beside Malik, tearing at the offending material and dragging the garment down his legs in a frenzy. That done he grabbed Malik firmly, twisting them round until Malik fell beneath him, back exactly where he wanted him. His eyes rolled back in his head as their naked erections found each other, sparks of electricity shooting up his spine after prolonging the wait for this contact for so long.

 

He leaned in close to Malik, the two nose to nose, his lavender eyes now having deepened in hue to violet, narrowed and feral.

 

“Your ass is mine.” He growled, his spiked mane and low tone making him look and feel every inch the lion poised over a kill.

 

Malik had him wound up so tight and yet, despite the fact they matched each other in aggressiveness, the youth gave him such a feeling of power it was addictive. Even so he had no intention of really hurting him.

 

“You got anything to make this easier on you?”

 

Malik almost came there and then when their arousals touched without clothing for the first time, and the yell that erupted from his throat damn near carried him over the edge, and he had no idea how he managed to stop himself, but the important thing was that he did. Hell, he had some mean self-control. Being underneath Marik didn't make him feel inferior, hell, he knew that he was the one who'd either give the man what he wanted or refuse to give it, and that in itself made him feel in control. Had he not wanted it as much as Marik, he might have teased some more, but he wanted Marik inside him.

 

The mere sight of Marik poised over him like a lion about to devour his prey made his heart beat faster and he actually swore out loud as he levered himself up on his elbows for a kiss, just a small, quick kiss before they got so consumed with the act again.

 

What he hadn't expected was how the other blonde asked if there was any way to make it easier on him, and although he didn't know if he wanted it easier, there was lubricant in the drawer next to the bed. All Malik knew was that he wanted to remember every inch, every centimetre, every moment of tonight, and he wanted to remember every bolt of pleasure and every spark of pain. Malik wanted it burned in his memory, and he couldn't give a flying fuck if it hurt like hell to start with, but lubricant would probably make things a lot easier, and there was less risk of injury too.

 

"In the top drawer, clear tube." He mumbled out against the blonde's lips, having tried to steal another kiss.

 

He lunged for the aforementioned tube, every moment waiting was agony. Using his knees to encourage Malik's legs apart he made short work of lubricating the fingers of one hand. He wasn't about to waste any time, he didn't know how much longer he could hold on, so as he pushed the fist finger in up to the hilt he grasped his lover's length in his hand and began to pump it slowly to ease any pain that he might be feeling. His throat tightened as he watched Malik squirm beneath him.

 

“Fuck you look so hot like that.”

 

Platinum hair bangs stuck to his face with sweat, the tanned skin coated in a sheen of it, panting and moaning at his ministrations, damn had he ever seen anything quite so fucking delicious? He slid the second finger in without any preamble, judging from the other's reaction that he was more than okay with the way things were going. It was at the third finger that he felt the other tense around him, a moment he had been waiting for. He bent down and lapped languorously at the head of Malik's erection as he pushed gently in and out, angling his fingers to find the spot that should make his new lover explode.

 

He drew back with a smirk as his fingers came agonizingly close, but not quite there, a thin trail of pre-cum connecting his bottom lip with Malik's arousal momentarily before it stretched and broke.

 

“Last chance lover, now you tell me to stop before I can't or you hang on for the ride of your life.”

 

He couldn't take it, fuck he couldn't take it. There were dancing lights in front of his eyes, explosions behind his optical nerves, and he felt as though he'd been set on fire with lust and need, rapidly building up into a frenzy. He wasn't going to come, he just needed to hold on a little longer and…

 

"FUCK."

 

One hand ripped the bedsheet and the other damn near pulled a handful of his own hair out. Marik's tongue and fingers were driving him insane, and he whimpered desperately as he looked down on Marik's face, his bottom lip swollen from where he'd bitten it in his attempts to quieten himself. God, they weren't even screwing yet and he was moaning like he was in heat.

 

"If you stop, by Ra I'll...I'll! I don't know what but....fuck it, me, even!"

 

He reached out with grasping hands and pulled Marik's face to his and tried to drink him in like a drowning man dying of thirst. God he'd never felt so alive in his entire life, so sure of himself, so...so at ease. Despite the frenzy, he was at ease, for the first time in a long time. He didn't want to think about it, not yet, for now, he just wanted Marik.

 

"If this isn't right then everything else must be so damn fucking wrong..." It was a mere whisper, but he meant it. If this wasn't right then nothing was.

 

His heart rose to his throat at the whispered declaration, feeling the same way in his heart.

 

“I know, Malik.” He whispered in response, using the youth's name for the first time. “I know precisely what you mean.”

 

With that he pressed his fingers into Malik's prostate feeling the taught body buck beneath him. Damn it he could hold on no longer, not even for his lover's pleasure. Withdrawing his fingers and releasing Malik's arousal he grabbed the youth's strong legs drawing them around him giving him better access to his goal. Closing his eyes he grit his teeth as he pushed into Malik's tight, willing heat, roaring at the sudden sensation unable to help himself. He eased himself in as slowly as he could bear to move, trying desperately not to hurt the fragile human beneath him, but it was taking all of his control not to fuck him straight through the mattress and into next week.

 

He grit his teeth as he forced himself to stop, buried to the hilt in his lover, trying his hardest to give him time to adjust, trembling with the effort to hold still.

 

“Are you alright?” He asked the youth beneath him, forcing his eyes open though it was a huge effort.

 

It was insanity, the sheer amount of pleasure running through his clouded mind, though he didn't want it to stop; never wanted to stop, even though it was torture. The sweetest breed of torture known to man, and he had it coursing through his very veins, setting him on fire.

 

"It's like...fire..." And with that he lifted his hips and wrapped his legs around Marik's waist "...burning us up." A mere whisper.

 

His fingers sought their own paths down his lover's chest, though they soon went to Marik's shoulders, gripping on tight as the real dance began. Ra…it felt amazing, albeit...painful for a few moments before he began getting used to it. It'd been far too long, though perhaps that was a blessing in disguise.

 

He could feel Marik trembling, and he pulled him in closer with his legs in answer to his question, his hands fingering their way up into the other man's hair. "Ra..." He nodded, and dropped one hand from Marik's hair to prop himself up on the bed, attacking the other's mouth with his own. "You?" The trembling was making him a little worried, and the sheer extent of self-control the other was having to use awed him. "Let go."

 

He groaned as Malik finally breathed the words that he had been longing to hear. He grabbed the hand in his hair, pinning it to the bed and entwining his fingers with his lover's. He laid his weight down on his lover moving slowly at first still determined not to lose it completely and hurt the beautiful being beneath him. He fairly shrieked as bolts of electricity shot up his spine and the pleasure engulfed him. Being buried like this within Malik made him feel whole in a way he had never felt before.

 

He gently established a rhythm, slow at first, but deep and aggressive, determined to give his lover the same pleasure he got from the tightness surrounding him. Though soon the pace picked up, both needing and wanting more. His free hand was grasping at Malik's hip, the fingers digging in for purchase and he knew that he was leaving the poor kid with bruises but he couldn't help himself. He was moaning with abandon, completely lost to the act, the body beneath him. Had anything in all his millennia ever felt this fucking good!!

 

“Hell's fucking gates!” He swore. “Malik!” He panted. “Damn soo… hn! FUCK!” He roared as a wave of pleasure crashed over him hard.

 

Malik fought against his impending orgasm, determined not to go over the edge too soon; hell, if he came now he'd be more or less useless, and he sure as hell didn't want that to happen. His hips were bucking of their own accord, meeting each thrust his lover gave, matching it in speed and rhythm. By Ra he hadn't felt anything this good before, and he realized that he was definitely going to be spoiled after this.

 

The fingers digging into his hip caused another rush of ecstasy and he damn near screamed, hips bucking violently against Marik, his legs pulling and squeezing around the other's waist. Hell, they were making a chorus louder than anything, and he wouldn't be surprised if he got a snotty phone call later from the neighbours, but fuck it was worth it.

 

"Can't stop it..!" Fuck, he really couldn't stop it this time, not with Marik swearing and panting down his ear and roaring with his own pleasure. It sent him over the edge with a hoarse scream, his fingers digging in to Marik's shoulders, his back arching off the bed.

 

"Ra...fucking..." He was incoherent, fingers still dug in to Marik's shoulders as if he was holding on for fear of losing himself. Fucking hell.

 

He struggled to ride out the wave as Malik bucked beneath him, his scream of completion being the most erotic thing he had ever heard. He heard yelling, realizing it was his own voice he was hearing as Malik's fingers dug into him, feeling that pain, along with the sudden tightness in the heat around him had him over the edge in one hard deep thrust. Throwing his head back he roared his completion out into the night, holding onto his lover for grim death.

 

Slowly but surely he began to come back down from the euphoric haze, becoming aware that he had fairly collapsed on the youth beneath him. His muscles trembled spent and exhausted from their heated overuse. Panting for breath he pushed himself up on his elbows to look down at the youth he was still joined with. He smiled softly seeing the young human flushed, panting and spent same as he. With a soft chuckle he ran a thumb tenderly over Malik's cheek.

 

“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you look right know?” He whispered, his voice hoarse from their exertions.

 

His own limbs were trembling despite his efforts to stop himself, though in the end he just let his body do what it pleased and instead focused on trying to get his breath back. Marik's weight on top of him was...well, he didn't know how to describe it apart from that it felt right being there, like he'd always been missing it until now. They seemed, to Malik, like the two parts of Yin and Yang, though he stopped himself from going too deep into thought; hell, he was too tired!

 

He could feel his hair sticking to the sheets and to his skin, and he realized just how covered in sweat he was, and he could see the perspiration on his arms, which he allowed to fall onto the bed beside him. His eyes focused on the man atop him, taking in every single detail - the way his hair was also sticking to his face and the way his face had begun to relax after the climax, and he reached out with one hand to brush hair away that had stuck stubbornly to the other's cheek. He wasn't sure what had possessed him, but it felt right to do it, so he thought about it no more.

 

The compliment caused him to blush even further, and he was pretty sure that his face was going to explode of he did any more flushing or blushing.

 

"No, but I know how beautiful you look." A small grin took over his tired features. Hell, this better not be a dream. "Pinch me?"

 

He chuckled, his laughter rumbling from deep within him.

 

“I think we are both a bit too tired to be starting again just yet.” He smirked.

 

Feeling mischievous he thrust his hips into his lover to remind him that this was no dream, but it had been one fucking hot reality from start to finish. He ran his thumb over Malik's swollen bottom lip, soothing it with a gentle touch. For a moment he regretted not having been more gentle, but it had been the best fuck of his long life. So instead, he entwined his fingers in that soft hair and captured his lover's lips in a passionate but tender kiss, his tongue entering gently, caressing his partner's softly, showing him just how gentle and tender he could be.

 

He pulled back smiling down at Malik, wiping away the hair that was stuck to his face.

 

“I hope I didn't hurt you. I didn't mean for it to get so wild, but it's just something you brought out in me. I guess I needed this more than I thought.” He admitted.

 

The startled moan from the sudden thrust turned into genuine laughter afterwards, and he grinned at Marik, and began stretching out beneath him, untangling his thighs from around his waist so that he could wiggle about for a moment or two, before returning his legs to their previous position. Why the hell not? He was comfortable!

 

The thumb ghosting over his lip caused him to sigh softly, and he playfully nipped at it. He didn't care about the fact his lip was swollen, or the fact that things had gotten a little out of hand...because he'd still had the best shag of his life at the end of the day! And thank Ra a simple excursion to find a friend had ended up with him finding a lover.

 

The kiss, however, caused him to genuinely smile, and although smiles were never far from Malik's face, ones that lit up his features didn't happen every day. "Plenty of time for being gentle later...and it was a good pain. Plus, it was the best I've had..." He smirked as he shifted underneath Marik, wondering if he could roll them over so he could stretch his back a little, as the sheets seemed to have glued themselves to his skin.

 

He chuckled sensing both Malik's discomfort, and his unwillingness to disentangle from his grip round him. No matter, his arms were starting to ache from holding him above the human anyways. With a heave he shifted their weight so they rolled, Malik ending up on top looking down at him a little shocked. He sighed in relief as the strain was taken from his tired muscles, and instead set his hands to work sliding down the tanned Egyptian's back, drinking in the feel of the soft flesh, loving the feel of sweat slicking his skin. Well they had been fucking hot!

 

He smirked as Malik's bangs fell into his face, the once preened hair now anything but since the two of them had been ravaging it throughout the course of things. He sighed as he looked up at the gorgeous sight above him completely content just to be here with Malik for now. Right now he could forget everything, forget all the pressures on him, forget Bakura and his work, forget the fucking mess that was Seto. It felt so good not to have to worry about things for a while.

 

“Better?” he asked.

 

By Ra it felt better to be able to stretch his back, and he took full advantage of his new position, raising his arms above his head and arching backwards, a few unceremonious clicking sounds coming from his shoulders as he yawned. Finally, he settled back into a sitting position atop his lover, his hands resting on Marik's chest, and he grinned cheekily.

 

"Much." He wriggled around purposely just for the sheer fun of it, though eventually he stopped and simply looked at the other, his fingers playing along the equally tanned skin. They were so alike and yet so different, and it flummoxed him. Malik didn't really like thinking about things, but he found himself thinking more and more about the man beneath him. He could think more later, but for now he just wanted to appreciate what he had; a very, very gorgeous man.

 

"Didn't expect to be getting to know you like this for a while." Another grin, accompanied by a soft chuckle. "But I'm sure as hell not complaining."

 

"Hmm, I was feeling a little reckless, you seemed to be willing. The net result has been fucking amazing; I never expected it to get quite so fucking hot between us. But likewise, I am not complaining."

 

He arched his back against the bed till he too popped some joints that had tightened up during the pleasurable events.

 

"Though getting to know you like this was quite some ride huh? One I wouldn't mind another go at." He smirked, running a finger up the inside of Malik's thigh teasingly. "Though I think we both need a shower and some rest before we even contemplate that."

 

"Well, Ra be damned if I was going to pass up an opportunity like this. Ryou's playing it safe with Bakura, I get that, respect it, but me? I get fed up of waiting." He laughed a little and stretched again, biting on his bottom lip as he looked down at him.

 

"We'll definitely have to get that shower I think, I'm soaked." He chuckled and leaned down to steal another kiss, his fingers entwining themselves into Marik's hair briefly, tugging playfully at the strands.

 

"I think our hair is going to hate us later." He mused quietly against Marik's lips, before sliding off the other male, flopping back rather disgracefully onto the bed, stretching out like a lazy cat.

 

He took the time to indulge in a full body stretch now the two were no longer entangled, though he suddenly missed the feeling of having the other's body pressed up against him.

 

“Don't go too far lover, I am getting used to the feel of you against me, and don't think you are going into that shower on your own. Speaking of which...” He smirked wickedly.

 

He was on his feet in a flash, grabbing hold of Malik and hoisting him over his shoulder.

 

“Which way then sweet thing? Its your house.”

 

Malik found himself smiling yet again at Marik's comment. Hell, he didn't know what he'd do with himself if he kept on making comments like that. Although Malik barely knew the other male, there was a feeling of great ease, of 'rightness', like he'd found the last piece of a puzzle that had been missing for far too long. It was a strange but welcome feeling, if not slightly eerie. He burst into an uproar of chuckles and laughter, albeit after a loud squeal, as Marik hoisted him over his shoulder, something he definitely hadn't expected.

 

"Shower's through there." He pointed at the en-suite that adjoined his room. His was probably the second largest in the house apart from his sister's, which also had an en-suite.

 

Grinning he marched into the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the water run, while his catch wriggled and squirmed on his shoulder. He simply turned and admired the view, noticing that the blonde's tan reached everything. He wondered how much of that was natural skin tone and how much was vanity. He slapped the youth's ass lightly in fun.

 

“Quit wriggling, I'll let you down soon enough.”

 

It was at that moment he caught sight of himself in the mirror and saw what the other had meant. His hair quite frankly was a mess, oh for the joys of indoor plumbing. Once he was happy with the temperature of the water he deposited Malik back on his feet under the hot stream of water, revelling in the feel of it against his flesh.

 

“Hmm.” He purred “Now that's good.” He chuckled before sneaking a kiss.

 

He couldn't pretend that the idea of a shower with Marik didn't sound bloody good, though he really was starting to wriggle a bit too much. He wasn't a big fan of heights, but he did feel relatively safe. Marik had pretty broad shoulders, actually, upon close inspection. Marik was broader, and taller, than he was, and it suited him, especially that wild hair of his. Malik had always been rather vain about his appearance; tended to sunbathe a lot to top up his natural tan, though the neighbours were never too pleased about him streaking in the garden. Ah well, they could get stuffed; his tan was more important than their eyes, and it wasn't like he was bad to look at either!

 

Finally, he was put down in the shower underneath the heated spray of water. Good god that felt good on his muscles, which had begun to ache a little from the physical exertion. Not that he was complaining, of course.

 

The sneaky kiss made him grin and he stole one right back, getting revenge by slapping Marik on his ass too. "You look even better all wet" He chuckled, grabbing the liquid soap from the shower shelf.

 

“Easy on the goods kid.” He chuckled. “You don't look so bad yourself.”

 

He dunked his head under the spray, running his fingers through the spiky locks sighing in contentment as he stretched under the flow. Hmm the heat felt good, even if it wasn't the burning heat he had just shared. Still he needed this simple pleasure. He wasn't sure where the night was taking him but sure as hell he didn't want to spend it sticky with sweat and Malik's release on his stomach. He chuckled to him self. He had gotten his wish, Malik had been screaming for him.

 

He watched as Malik reached for the soap a mischievous glint entering his eye.

 

“Care to share?” He growled low, pulling Malik close.

 

Malik squeezed some of the soap into the palms of his hands and grinned as Marik pulled him closer. Of course he was going to share! He opened the bottle cap again and squeezed a good load across the other blonde's chest, grinning.

 

"I'm generous like that." He chuckled and rubbed the soap into the tanned skin of Marik's chest. Why on earth had he gotten so lucky?

 

He then rubbed a good lot onto his own upper arms and chest, the soap foaming underneath the water, causing suds to wash down the length of their bodies.

 

"You know, you aren't going to be able to get rid of me after this." He chuckled softly, "I'm going to be keeping you all for myself."

 

“Really now?” He smirked. “And I suppose I don't get a say in this at all.”

 

With that he pulled Malik round so he was directly under the flow of the water. Hmm damn the kid looked good with that water running down his body. He drank in the sight feeling his heart rate begin to pick up. Damn what was it about this…Malik that got him so worked up? He'd only come to earth to try and calm down and look what had happened. He held the tanned youth close nuzzling into his neck.

 

“I can be very hard to pin down, I like to come and go as I please. I am a very busy man, and my work is my life.” He purred against the soft skin.

 

He drew back, capturing Malik's lips with his own, kissing him deeply, inviting Malik's tongue to play with his, sucking at Malik's bottom lip for a moment before coming back.

 

“Though I could be persuaded into visiting here more often.”

 

It seemed like the night had taken a radical turn from what it started out to be; he'd been looking for Ryou, and then he'd met up with his double again. He hadn't expected it, but hell, he was glad it had happened. They had both been forward in a way, perhaps Malik more so than his counterpart, but nevertheless the night had turned out well. He couldn't have planned it better even if he'd been able to. The night...well, it certainly hadn't been a let down, and although they had been burning each other up, practically, he had now relaxed somewhat underneath the hot spray and the soap, his favourite spice-scented one. He remembered when he'd mistaken his sister's shower products for his own and ended up smelling of strawberries for a week, good Ra, Joey hadn't let the subject drop.

 

He sighed as Marik nuzzled at his neck, it was a nice feeling, though again he could feel himself getting 'started', though he wasn't going to act on his libido just yet, he needed to give himself time to recover, after all!

 

"Well, just as long as that's a promise, Ra be damned if I let you slip off and never see you again." He chuckled throatily, letting his head fall back against Marik's shoulder bringing his arms up and tangling his fingers in the other's wet hair.

 

He closed his eyes and enjoyed holding the young one close to him. He felt content, at peace, though he knew that wouldn't last long when Seto found out about this. Inappropriate interaction this definitely had to be, but he didn't give a damn. What could Seto really do to him now? He ran his hands gently down Malik's back enjoying the spiced aroma of the soap mingling with the steam. He eyed the bruises forming on his lover's tight buttocks and chuckled.

 

“It seems I was a little rough with you tonight. I'll have to make that up to you next time. Perhaps you can take it out on my ass.” He purred, wondering what the other's reaction would be. He had no objection to letting someone else take him, it was just that earlier was not going to be one of those times. Hell Malik seemed able to match him for aggressiveness, it could be quite the experience to let the human take him for a ride.

 

“Hmm, I like that idea more and more, the more I think about it.” He purred into Malik's hair.

 

Malik chuckled at the comment Marik made about having to go gentler on him next time, and about the fact he could take it out on his ass instead. That idea didn't seem to bad, actually, and the more the thought about it, the more he liked the sound of it. Of course, he wasn't physically as strong as the other male, but hell, it'd still be a damn good ride.

 

"Are you sure your ass can handle it?" He purred cheekily into Marik's ear, having turned around to wrap his arms around the other's shoulders.

 

"After all, my ass is prettier than yours." He was joking, and he poked Marik in the chest playfully before toying with the taller male's hair in a lazy fashion, a curious expression on his face.

 

"Why'd I get lucky?" He made light of the question with a laugh, and stretched again, tipping his head back under the hot spray of water, soaking his hair once more. It didn't half feel good, like all of his joints were easing up having been put to so much work.

 

He scoffed at Malik's playful banter. “Of course my ass can handle it. The question is are you man enough?” He teased right back. “I have to agree, you do have a pretty ass, though I'm not sure my finger marks add to the effect.”

 

He smiled as he watched Malik tip his head back, stretching out the skin of his throat. Hmm seeing it like that made him want to start kissing and biting the expanse all over again. But not right now, there would be plenty of time for that later. He skimmed his hands over Malik's stomach, caressing the slick surface all the time watching Malik's face as he smiled. Hmm there was something so delightful about that smile, he just wanted to make the youth smile and keep smiling, it seemed to light him up with a glow somehow.

 

On that thought he took a moment to inspect Malik's aura, noting that for now all the self-confidence issues were at bay. It was settled radiating calm. He felt a touch of pride at being the one to instil that in him. But he wasn't about to just sit back, teasing was in his nature so teasing is what he would do. He leant right into his lover's ear grinning as he went.

 

“So, do you think you are man enough to give as good as you got?” He purred lasciviously, nipping at Malik's earlobe.

 

Malik grinned at Marik's teasing comment about whether he was man enough to give as good as he got. Of course he was man enough! If Marik could give his ass a pummelling then he sure as hell could give Marik's ass the same treatment, and what amazing treatment that had been!

 

"Of course I'm man enough, and damn right I can give as good as I got" He smirked and pressed Marik up against the slick shower wall, sliding down onto his knees, pressing kisses to his chest and abdomen as he went, his hands resting on Marik's hips, his fingers digging in lightly.

 

"How about I show you how good I can give?" He looked up at Marik from his kneeling position on the shower floor, a wicked smirk on his face as he began work on a love bite on the other's hip.

 

He groaned at the other's actions as he slid down his body. Seeing Malik on his knees before him, dripping wet and smirking was bloody hot! He loved the feel of those fingers digging into him and hissed though his teeth when Malik began to suck at his hip. Damn he knew this boy was a good match for him. He slid his fingers into the wet locks, looking down and grinning, more than happy with this turn of events. A little push here, a little nudge there and he really could enjoy the results. Hell that's why he had chosen him to suggest Ikona to in the first place and look how good that was turning out.

 

“Damn.” He hissed softly as Malik sucked harder.

 

Part of him was screaming at him to grab hold of Malik and take control, but he was enjoying this far too much. He wanted to see just how Malik was going to handle things.

 

“You have a wicked fucking mouth on you kid.” He growled huskily, enjoying the feel of the cool tiles on his back, helping him cool off from their burning passion earlier.

 

Malik was pretty sure about what he was going to do; he was going to give Marik the blowjob that would top all and any blowjobs. If it was one thing he could do well, it was give head. Abandoning the now vivid love bite on his lover's hip, he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around Marik's length, stroking gently for a few minutes, getting him to full hardness. There was no way in hell he was going to rush this; no, he was going to make it slow, drawn out, and utterly pleasurable. His hand moved at a quicker pace as he placed kisses along Marik's abdomen, still smirking at the compliment Marik had given him. He'd show him how wicked his mouth could be.

 

He took the tip of Marik's arousal into his mouth, using his tongue to hopefully create pleasure while he massaged the base with his fingers. Before long, he began humming, a trick he had learned quite a while ago that he knew drove him insane whenever he had the pleasure of having it performed on himself. Yeah, he'd show Marik what a wicked mouth he had, and he couldn't help but grin mentally.

 

He sucked in his breath through his teeth when Malik took hold of him gently. He'd been the one doing all the teasing earlier and it was quite something to have the tables turned on him. He rolled his head back into the cool tiled wall, letting his eyes fall closed, moving his hips gently in rhythm with Malik's ministrations. He groaned as the pace quickened loving the feel of lips pressed against his body, hmm this one had definitely played the field he knew exactly what he was doing.

 

As those lips closed around the tip of his length he felt his eyes roll back into his skull, a guttural moan escaping his throat.

 

“Fuck Malik!” He hissed.

 

When Malik started to hum he nearly lost it, his hips bucking without his permission but he couldn't help it. Hell where did he learn that particularly evil little trick? He was panting for air again, the steam filled air hardly satisfying him but this was far too good to stop for something as trivial as wanting dry air. He looked down to see an incredibly erotic sight, Malik concentrating hard on giving him all the pleasure he could, and by God he was doing bloody brilliantly. Every hum sent jolts up his spine and he knew he was moaning now, though the sounds seemed so far way from him.

 

“Let me rephrase that.” He ground out between pants and moans. “You have a positively evil mouth on you!” His breath hitched as Malik's tongue slid over him in a way that made him explode in sensation.

 

Of course, it had been a while since he'd practiced what he was performing on his new lover, but by the moans and the bucking of Marik's hips, it seemed that he was doing a damn good job, something which again caused him to smile mentally, and he began to hum in greater volume. Hell, he was definitely going to give Marik a night to remember; he wanted to return the favour after all. But, he wasn't just going to stop there. No, definitely not. He abandoned his lover's erection and stood upright again, reaching towards the shower shelf and pulling another clear tube from behind his shower gel.

 

"If you want me to, I'll fuck you, right up against that wall." Came the whisper directly into Marik's ear as he took hold of his erection with his free hand, pumping deliberately slowly. "So, lover, what do you say?" He chuckled darkly into the shell of the other male's ear, the pace of his hand quickening slightly, and then slowing down almost to a halt, before he began the whole process again.

 

"Holy fucking shit!" Malik actually managed to swear and blaspheme at the same time as Malik's teasing drove him wild.

 

Damn, he'd rarely ever blasphemed in his long, long life. He didn't like to tempt the Lord's anger like that, but what Malik was doing to him was absolutely sinful! With a snarl he turned his head to meet his lover's lips, kissing him hungrily. He wouldn't have believed that so soon after their wild romp in the bedroom he could be so fucking aroused, it seemed that he had met his match in Malik and by God it was a fucking treat to be sure. Fingers tight in Malik's wet hair he broke them apart, looking at his lover through lust filled eyes, lavender eyes meeting violet, smirk matching smirk, the two grinning at each other.

 

"Damn you remind me of me kid." He managed to chuckle, despite the continuing hand job. "And damn, if you think you can take me, then fucking do it before I change my mind." He growled huskily.

 

Malik's grin was one of pure and utter glee as he heard that gorgeous mouth swearing. He wanted to ravage him, and he just hoped that he had the bloody energy to do it. He didn't waste time after being given the 'say so', and it was with haste that he prepared his fingers with the lubricant, pushing Marik's legs apart with his knee, lavishing kisses upon his neck and collarbone as he slid one finger into his lover's entrance. He didn't want to rush this; hell, he was going to take his own sweet fucking time in making Marik come, if he didn't lose control of his own faculties that is.

 

By the Gods, he was so tight, hot...eager. Fucking hell. A second finger followed the first and eventually a third made its way in to accompany the first two, and he began to scissor his fingers. Last thing he wanted to do was hurt the other male, considering Marik hadn't hurt him. Sure, he'd have a few bruises, but he hadn't actually been hurt when he could've been fucked through the mattress instead and wound up with friction burns.

 

"Ready?"

 

His eyes snapped shut as Malik slid the first finger in, and he found himself biting at his own lip now, grunting at the sweetness and the pain. It had been a while since he had let himself be taken, immortal body or not it still took some getting used to. He knew he was panting like a bitch in heat as Malik prepared him with agonizing slowness, torn between the need for more and never wanting the sweet bloody torture to end. He forced his eyes open to look into those of his lover, pulling him close and wrapping one leg round him, giving the best possible access until his lover began to fuck him into the wall. Or at least that was the result he was hoping for. Looking into those lust filled lavender eyes was heaven in itself.

 

“I have never been more fucking ready for this.” He hissed. His arms sliding to surround Malik's shoulders, bracing himself for what was to come.

 

With a grin Malik took Marik's mouth with his own, demanding control at this point, ecstatic when for the first time that night Marik gave it up willingly. He delighted in the complex flavour that was his new lover, grinding against him, gripping the thigh wrapped round his waist demandingly. After having been taken quite so thoroughly to be surrendered to like this was so utterly intoxicating, and he hadn't even got to the best part yet. He pulled back from the hungry kiss as Marik gave a groan of frustration and utter want, the deep bass rumble sending a shiver up his spine and a bolt of pleasure to his aching groin. Fuck, he'd better get on with this before his lover lost all patience.

 

Grabbing Marik's buttocks hard, he shifted into position, loving the shudder his lover gave as he felt the pressure at his entrance. He grinned wickedly. Oh this was going to be so fucking enjoyable. With deliberate slowness he slid into Marik's waiting heat, inch by agonising inch, the feeling utterly indescribable. He usually bottomed and it had been so long, and Marik…

 

“Fuck Marik! Holy Isis sweet mother of Horus! Gods, you are so fucking tight!” He gasped hoarsely, shivering with utter delight.

 

He couldn't help the moan of relief and pleasure as he was filled. But by God Malik was so fucking slow! It was an agony of ecstasy and he knew full well that was his lover's intention. He wanted desperately to speed things up but he had decided to relinquish control and he forced himself to allow his lover to do as he wished. With anyone else he might have been ashamed at the pleasure filled sob that tore from his throat as Malik ground against his sweet spot as he was finally completely buried inside him. The burst of pleasure shattered the pain that had come with being taken like this, this body unused to this. He had only allowed himself to be taken when the stakes were high enough to warrant such behaviour. Never before had he given himself like this to a lover for the sake of his own pleasure and right now he was wondering why the fuck he had waited so long.

 

He was grateful for the pause to adjust, the two resting their foreheads against the other, eyes closed. He waited patiently, in delicious anticipation for Malik to move, though it seemed that his patience was about to be stretched to his limit.

 

“For fuck's sake move! Please!” He begged uncharacteristically.

 

Malik groaned at the plea from his lover. Damn that was so hot! Suddenly impatient he grabbed hold of Marik tightly so he could bring his other leg around his waist. Bracing one arm against the slick tile he thrust deep into his lover, loving the strangled moan he forced from the other's throat. Oh fuck this was heaven! He concentrated on deep hard thrusts, giving no thought to rhythm, he had to use what energy he had in the best way possible, and pounding hard into Marik was the best thing he could do right now.

 

“Gods.” He moaned, the tight friction around him was incredible. “So… fuck! Oh… so good!”

 

He had thought that he would never feel anything as incredible again after their earlier coupling, but despite his attempts to keep this slow, this was becoming just as intense. The heat between them was back, consuming them despite the water running over their bodies, making their skin slide against each other in the most delicious way imaginable as they moved against each other. He managed to achieve eye contact with his lover through heavy lidded orbs.

 

“Is this what you wanted?” He ground out, never stopping his hard thrusts.

 

“Fuck!”

 

It was the only vaguely coherent thing he could say right now. Oh by all that was holy the way Malik was taking him was driving him to the edge of madness. Every thrust only just brushing over his sweet spot in a heavenly motion. And this position which had him feeling so fucking helpless and so fucking turned on at the same time. The hard tiles dug into his back, the slight pain a delicious counterpoint to the incredible pleasure he was feeling. Damn if it felt this good he was going to have to give up control a lot more often.

 

The two were moaning in an increasingly loud chorus, Marik having thrown his head back against the tiles quite quickly as his lover started to move. His deep voice was being coaxed into guttural moans and expletives that matched his lover's. As he lowered his head to gaze at Malik, his lover's head came up at the same time. He couldn't help but grin at the panted question, the lust filled eyes and wanton tone along with the sharp pleasure had him close to his peak.

 

“Fuck yes!” He breathed eagerly, loving the wicked grin on his partners face.

 

But he suddenly realised what that grin meant as Malik suddenly changed his grip on his hips, dressing him deeper into the tile and changing the angle of his thrusts.

 

“Holy fucking God!” He screamed as his sweet spot was suddenly rammed against.

 

Malik groaned as Marik screamed. Oh yes, that had been exactly what he wanted to hear. Somehow that mouth was at its most gorgeous when it was wrapped around profanities and expletives. He thrust for it repeatedly, wanting to make his lover come and soon. He was so close himself, and tired, as much as he was loving fucking Marik into the wall he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep going, his muscles trembling under the effort. He dug his fingers in harder, determined to see this through to the end, burying his face in the crook of Marik's neck, sucking and biting in between gasping for air and groaning out his pleasure as he found heaven buried inside his lover.

 

Gods he was so close and there was no stopping it, he could only hope…

 

“Fuck Marik!” He groaned. “Come for me!” He growled, biting hard on his lover's shoulder.

 

Shit! He could no longer think straight as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge, giving himself up completely to Malik's attentions. Fingers bit at his flesh and he knew that for a short while he would have bruises to match those he had given his lover. Yes his lover so strong, so hot, so fucking like him. Oh fuck! The combination of having his sweet spot rammed into on every thrust along with those biting fingers and the teeth at his neck, he was so fucking close! He buried his hands in Malik's hair, turning his head to give his lover better access. But there was no way in Hell he had been ready for the growled order that shot with a bolt of electricity to the impossibly tight knot in his groin, but it was the sudden hard bite that undid him.

 

“MALIK!” He roared his release into the night as his body tensed in that incredible moment where he achieved a kind of Heaven that only could be reached through this kind of coupling. Oh yes, there was something that mankind had that could make angels jealous.

 

His eyes practically rolled back into his head as Marik came round him, the friction becoming almost impossible. With a hard shove he drove his lover into the wall as his own climax ripped through him, a hoarse yell tearing from his throat. Oh by the Gods! It had only been a couple of hours since he'd met him properly and he was the best lover he'd ever had. How could he ignore that strange pull that drew him to the enough despite barely knowing him?

 

He found he was trembling as they came back down, lost in the afterglow, the pain in his limbs settling in from holding Marik against the wall. It was with regret he separated from his lover, setting his feet back on the floor, but if he hadn't his knees would have almost certainly given out. He collapsed into the elder's chest, loving the feel of the having rise and fall as he panted for breath. Knowing he was the one that had cause that only made it sweeter.

 

“Damn!” He moaned as his legs trembled. “Look what you've done to me.”

 

He chuckled at Malik's complaint.

 

“I could day the same, I suspect I shall be wearing a tile imprint on my back for days.”

 

Okay that was a massive exaggeration, but the joke was a nice way to connect as he held Malik close, the smell of sex mingling with the spice scented soap in the steam. Hmm it was a heady mix. He nuzzled into the human's sweet neck, jugular beneath his lips, feeling the racing heartbeat that was battling to calm down. Fuck he had not expected this when he had practically stormed out of Hell in his temper earlier, but screw expectations, this was fucking amazing. He loved the feel of Malik pressed against him but it also made him chuckle.

 

“Despite the shower I think we are both a mess again.”

 

Finally able to hold his weight without danger of collapse he looked his bronzed lover in the eye.

 

“Well you did ask for it.” He teased, and if your reaction was anything to go by, I don't think that is really a complaint.” He sniggered.

 

But being the kind of guy he was he reached up for the soap and began to treat his lover to a gentle wash down, loving the feel of trembling muscles just beneath the skin, knowing his own were doing exactly the same from his exertions. Hmm and what a gorgeous body to wash, he could get used to this that was for sure. Perhaps one day he might be waking up to those astonishing eyes and that taut body beside him. But it was too much to ask, it had already been made clear that while there was scope for this to be more than a one off, that it was mutual fun only at this point. So he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

 

With a happy smile he slid his arms round Marik's strong shoulders.

 

“Was it all you'd hoped?” He purred cheekily.

 

He sniggered. Oh he loved this one's attitude, it was playful and yet with an underlying shyness. All of a sudden he wondered what it was that fuelled the human's insecurities. He had dealt with them earlier without digging deeper, after all he hadn't been out for anything lasting, but right now, with his lover flush against his body under the warm spray he found himself wondering. Okay, when the fuck had that happened?

 

“No, no complaints.” He answered Malik's tease.

 

He allowed the other to lavish the attention on him, loving the way this one touched him almost reverently, always with a subtle longing. He felt an inextricable pull towards the blonde sliding his arms around him.

 

“It was fucking incredible kid.” He said softly.

 

He captured the other's lips in a deep, lingering kiss, allowing himself to get lost in a rush of unfamiliar emotions… oh what this human form did to him.

 

Malik smiled into the kiss, loving the feel of that gorgeous, profane mouth against his, his blissful thoughts suddenly interrupted by the sound of the front door closing. He pulled back blinking before chuckling to himself. Well in all the excitement he had entirely forgotten about his sister, and thank the Gods she had come home now and not ten minutes earlier. He was aware he was getting a very quizzical look from his lover.

 

“My sister's home.” He explained. “Come on, I seriously need to dry off and sleep for a week after that.”

 

He led the way, playfully throwing a towel at the bronzed and toned figure, loving the chuckle that he got in return, before returning to the bedroom. As he entered a wave of sadness hit him. He knew he couldn't keep the other here for long though he longed to, and somehow stepping back in here made him realise that their time together was running short.

 

He had been confused at the sudden tenseness in the kid until his mind registered the click of the door and when Malik explained it all made sense. Hell this was a lot of house for one kid barely out of his teens. And he had a sneaky suspicion that the place would look like a permanent train wreck without some kind of feminine influence around the place. He sniggered at Malik's admission of tiredness.

 

“A week? That good huh?”

 

He chuckled as the towel was thrown at him, but took it with no complaints. Thou he wouldn't admit it the human body he now had ached too, particularly in his lower back. Well that would all be gone with the transformation when he left. He suddenly stopped at that thought. Normally it would not bother him, he had had his fun so leaving was the next logical step, and yet he felt that pull again. What the fuck was it? It wasn't as if he wanted the kid's soul, that wasn't what tonight was about. As he came up behind Malik he didn't have to look into his aura to know that he was thinking along the same lines.

 

“I know kid.” He even sighed.

 

He smiled softly. Well at least he wasn't alone in his thoughts. He turned to Marik to see him in just a towel, well of course their clothes were scattered round his room. But damn if he didn't look hot with his skin damp like that. Well tonight had been a lucky break, and he didn't want in to end just yet.

 

“Stay with me, just for a little while.” It was a request, one he half expected not to be granted.

 

He was surprised when with a smile Marik nodded. His heart feeling a little lighter he led them to the bed, the pair discarding their towels, well it wasn't anything they hadn't seen before, he laughed to himself. Marik lay on his back, hands behind his head while he lay on his side looking at the gorgeous figure he had somehow had the good fortune to be blessed with his company for a while. He traced lazy patterns over the firm abdomen, toned with the slightest hint of the muscles underneath. He looked the other in the eye and a questions came to mind.

 

“Where did you get those scars under your eyes, I've never seen anything like them.”

 

Marik raised his eyebrows at the odd question.

 

“It's a very long and very boring story kid, trust me, you don't want to know the details.”

 

That and he would hardly believe the truth. Hell, how would the kid react if he found out he had just fucked and been fucked by the Devil himself. He inwardly sniggered. Oh that would be one hell of revelation for his young lover. He turned so he was facing him, taking Malik's face in his hand, stroking his cheek gently.

 

“Just trust me when I say it was something I would do over again. They are just part of the consequences of my actions is all.”

 

Malik chuckled.

 

“All right, keep your secrets. After all we don't know each other, though perhaps, I would like to.”

 

He looked up at Marik hopefully, hating the slight tone of desperation in his voice. Damn his insecurities. Why did they have to kick in now? He'd had a wonderful time with this man and now he was getting too serious too soon. Okay he'd better reign that in if he didn't want to scare Marik off. He'd managed to do it enough times already, and there was something about Marik, beyond the fiery passion they had just shared that he didn't want to lose. He wanted to know so much more about him. But could he dare to hope.

 

It was something about the way Malik looked at him that tugged at his heart. He knew that he should never get involved with the human, but damn if there wasn't something about him. No, he had to stop thinking like this, it was dangerous and he knew it. But this kid elicited emotions he had never felt before, and in truth, perhaps they scared him a little. And then there was the hope in those beautiful eyes. He couldn't help but smile at him, drawing him to him for a deep and tender kiss.

 

As they lay together, their bodies flush against one another, Malik's hand holding gently at the waist, he felt content. The kiss lacked their passion, but instead it held other emotions, it deepened their connection and only seemed to increase that pull he felt towards the other. Damn what was it about this kid that was so addictive? Well, perhaps this once, maybe he might just be able to, if he was careful… perhaps… he pulled back from the kiss, smiling softly as Malik smiled back at him. Oh that smile just lit up the kid's face and made him all the more beautiful.

 

“You never know kid.” He said softly, being careful not to commit to anything, but leaving the door open.

 

Malik soon fell asleep against him, his face nuzzled into his neck, and he could feel the soft breathing against his skin as his lover slept. Hell this was going to cause trouble, but right now he couldn't care less. He lay there holding Malik, feeling the most content he had ever felt in his long life.

 

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AN:

Wow! Getting that finished was hard work. Right hopefully by putting this up parts of redemption will make a little more sense. I wanted to show so much through this, after all there was quite a lot of digging into both their characters and their emotions here, something I didn't want lost.

 

Now I must give a shout out here to my co-author in this. Yes I know I mentioned this at the beginning but my co-author deserves her due and hence I am putting this in twice. While I finished this by myself, the vast majority of this side story was done through RP with my lovely friend and Beta Nell. Therefore she deserves a great big share in the credit for this piece

 

While reviews would be nice I will iterate that this is a one shot. Done here because to put it in Redemption at that point would seriously have disrupted the flow and taken focus away from the main pairing. Though I am glad to finally have this completed. Well I hope you enjoyed and will get back to the main story now. Later peeps.