Smutalicious

Pairing: Malik X Keith (can be read as Malik X Whiskey)
Rating: R
Requested by: Anon. Requester on lj.

Malik liked whiskey and not much else. Yes he loved dueling, though never for the sake of dueling. He liked running the rare hunters. He liked fucking with people’s heads. But above all of these things he liked whiskey. And even fewer things did he like more, among those were Rishid and Ishizu (despite their disagreements). Of course, he could never bring himself to see either as more than a sibling, so when he needed to do what a teenage boy needed to do, he was pretty much screwed...though without the actually fucking.

Malik liked whiskey. He drank it with class, bottle held on ice and drink poured into a glass. He never drank like a drunkard straight from the bottle or without ice. He liked his drinks cold as a contrary statement to his life before his father’s murder. But Malik was still a teenage boy, and no matter how much he tried not to think about it, sex was always on his mind.

Malik’s needs, though, were answered with the arrival of one former Duel Monster’s champ. Bandit Keith Howard, castaway from Duelist Kingdom, fished out of the ocean and pulled aboard his yacht by his other rare hunters, liked whiskey, too. However, Keith did drink like a drunkard; he smelled like the drink and tasted like the drink. Oh the Millennium Rod was one of the few things he liked more than whiskey. Keith was so under his spell that he could make his mind slave dance a tango by himself naked on the deck of the ship in the middle of winter in the tundra without any protests if he was so inclined, though, lucky for Keith’s extremities, Malik was not. Malik was interested in the same thing all teenage boys are interested in, in one form or another.

Malik wanted, no NEEDED, to get laid, and that is why the Millennium Rod was one of the things he liked more than whiskey. Keith wasn’t the most handsome of men, he had a five o’clock shadow before noon, a beer gut, and something against regular bathing, but he tasted of whiskey, and that was all that Malik needed. Malik liked whiskey, after all.

Rishid had tried to talk Malik out of it, knowing that he should have never allowed that horrible drink anywhere near his young master, but Malik was a teenager. And being a teenager, Malik was under the impression that he was always right and anyone older than himself was always wrong unless they agreed with him. So Malik drank whiskey and decided he was going to fuck Bandit Keith through the mattress.

Having a willing, even it was through the use of the Rod, partner was so much better than his own hand. Malik ran his tongue over Keith’s back tasting the whiskey that the man seemed to perspire with. There was no objection from the man below him, but that may have been more do to the fact that Malik forced him not to make objection, than to actual enjoyment. The teen smacked his lips and pushed hard. The taste excited him, pushing him closer to that pinnacle that all men try to reach. The sensory overload, the sweet release, the sudden plummeting sensation, all part of the wondrous climax.

Malik liked whiskey, and he decided he would have to keep this particular variety warm for the best flavor.