Dark Roses

Disclaimer - Nope, still don't own them.

Author's Notes - Okay . . . first off, for all of you who have this tendancey to religiously read my fics and were upset when AFF crashed and ruined alot of my old ones . . . I have a present for you!!! There is now a yahoo group, run by me, where all my YGO fics, plus some of my fav. authors, will be posted. It will also have a few odds and ends on it, but anyway, if you want to join, it is a yaoi/bishounen group called dracsvault. http:// groups.yahoo.com / group / dracsvault / is where you can find it. Remove all the spaces, and you've found my new little niche on the net. Everything but Redemption and Dark Roses is currently up, so if you want in, simply apply for a membership. I haven't turned anyone down yet!

Now then, this is the final chapter of Roses. For all those of you who have been waiting for a lemon . . . HERE YOU GO! Enjoy, and don't forget to review!

I'm already working on new fics, as well as some new chapters for old ones, so I won't be gone for long!

Drac and her muses, Sephiroth, Malik, and Bakura

Chapter 18 – Home


Malik strode into the mansion, smiling as he waved the papers he’d gotten from the court in the air.

“I’m officially emancipated!” he said, and grunted, laughing as he was buried under Ryou and Yugi.

“They awarded it!” Yugi squealed happily, grabbing the papers and dancing into the den as Ryou helped Malik back to his feet to follow.

Three weeks had passed since his father’s ‘disappearance’ and the media had gotten hold of the tapes of his confession. The circus that had followed had nearly driven him insane . . . hounded day and night about his experiences, how he felt about his father’s disappearance . . . and the questions by the police about where his father might have gone. They assumed he’d gone into hiding, and Malik didn’t bother to disprove them of that theory. He didn’t actually want to know what had happened to the man . . . that part of his life was over.

Today’s court hearing had been the last step toward putting his past away forever and stepping forward into his new life . . . and he knew just how he wanted to celebrate. But that would have to wait until later.

“Congratulations Malik,” Yami called, not looking up from the chessboard where he and Seto were currently ensconced in a game. “Everything went smoothly?” Malik nodded, flopping onto the couch next to Marik cheerfully and cuddling into the warm embrace of his love.

“As Seto said . . . considering that I turn of age in a couple of weeks, and the fact that I’m now able to support myself financially due to the liquidation of my father’s assets, they saw no reason to not grant my request for emancipation. At least, that’s what the judge said. Personally, I think it’s because they all felt sorry for me, but who cares, right? As long as I got it.”

“That’s great, Malik,” Bakura said from his position on the rug as Ryou lay down beside him. “So what do you plan to do now?”

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he murmured. It was the one thing he had avoided thinking about. What would he do now? He couldn’t very well continue to live off of Yami’s charity . . . but he would miss the warm companionship that he had acquired with them all. Besides, his sister had offered for him to join them down in Kyoto . . . but that would mean he had to leave Marik. And that was something he simply could not do.

“You’ll stay here, of course,” Yami said, the crimson eyes finally rising to look at him solemnly. “Did you honestly think we would kick you out? You’re a part of us, Malik . . . you’re family. This is your home now, as much as it is ours.” He shook his head. “I thought you knew us better than that, Malik.”

“I don’t want to impose,” he murmured, and then squeaked as Marik tightened his arms around him.

“You know damn well that I’m not letting you go anywhere,” he whispered, making Malik shiver as the warm breath caressed his skin. “So stop worrying about it. You’ll stay here, with us . . . among your family.” Malik smiled, and relaxed back against the taller blonde.

“Okay,” he said, and that was that.


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Marik walked down the hall toward Malik’s room, deep in thought.

Their relationship had progressed steadily in the past three weeks, but he could sense that Malik was holding back, waiting for something. And he couldn’t for the life of him understand what it could be. The blonde wouldn’t talk about it, and he didn’t want to push . . . but he was beginning to have doubts about whether or not Malik trusted him. It was the only thing he could think of.

Malik had made it clear that it wasn’t about what had been done to him anymore . . . that by facing his father, he’d faced his past and beaten it. So what else could it be? It hurt to consider it, but at the same time, if that was the problem, he wished Malik would tell him so he could think of a way to fix it.

Sliding into the room he and the blonde now shared, he shut the door behind him . . . and then froze as violet eyes came to rest on caramel skin . . . lots and lots of caramel skin. Malik had never been nude in front of him before, and he couldn’t keep his eyes from feasting on that beautiful flesh, taking in every inch as Malik stood there quietly, watching him.

“Malik, what . . .” he began, only to fall silent as that gorgeous body glided across the floor to stand in front of him.

“I was waiting until I was truly free of it all,” Malik murmured, gazing up into the astonished Marik’s face solemnly. “I didn’t want to give myself to you . . . until all of me was here to give. Now that I have my freedom, I’m my own person . . . and I want to give all of that to you. No more hiding, no more nightmares . . . I want to be with you, forever if you’ll have me. I’m not perfect, and I’m not going to claim it will be easy . . . but I love you, Marik, and if you really still want me, I’m yours.”

His answer came in Marik’s possessing his lips in a desperate, hungry kiss, one that he returned whole heartedly, allowing the taller blonde to plunder his mouth with abandon. He moaned slightly as his body was pressed into the lean, still clothed form, feeling the growing bulge against his lower stomach teasingly before he squeaked as Marik lifted him and he was forced to wrap his legs around the slim hips to keep from sliding back down.

Marik deposited him on the bed before standing back up, only to remove his own clothing before he crawled up beside the young Egyptian he’d come to love so much.

“How . . .” he murmured, punctuating his words with light kisses that trailed over Malik’s jaw to the pulse at his throat, “could you . . . ever think . . . I might not . . . want you . . . anymore?” Malik gasped as teeth nipped at his collar bone, a ragged moan torn from his lips as those warm, soft lips trailed over his flesh in a burning trail until they settled over one nipple teasingly.

Marik delighted in the whimper he drew from his soon to be lover as he laved that hardened pebble of flesh with his tongue, nipping slightly with his teeth before soothing away the hurt with warm licks and gentle kisses. He was determined that this would be perfect for Malik . . . his first time being taken with love, not for just sex. So what if he felt like he was going to explode with need? He wouldn’t rush this . . . he wanted Malik to experience everything he had been denied so far in his life, and his own desperate longing would simply have to wait.

Malik was lost beneath a haze of sensation, his body feeling like it was slowly being devoured by fire as Marik’s touched him, caressed him . . . loved him. Gods, it felt so good! Like nothing he’d ever felt before . . . but that was the whole point, wasn’t it? He’d never done this in love before. The problem was, he was rapidly growing impatient, wanting and needing more as Marik drifted over his flesh with lips, tongue, teeth and hands.

A ragged cry was torn from his lips as he was engulfed in wet heat, and he looked down through passion hazed eyes as blonde hair drifted over his stomach in a teasing caress as Marik took his hardened flesh into his mouth and suckled at it hungrily. Hands held his hips from moving, and he wanted so desperately to move, to buck upwards into that welcome heat, to experience more!

“Marik,” he whimpered, his head writhing against the sheets as a wet muscle circled the head of his length before running along the sensitive underside, causing a thick moan to erupt from him as he arched upwards. “Oh gods . . .”

“Does it feel good?” Marik whispered, running a hand lovingly across one bronzed thigh.

“Gods yes,” was the reply. “So damn good . . .” Marik grinned, rising from his position to straddle Malik’s writhing body.

“Do you want more, Malik?” he murmured, and Malik whimpered.

“Please . . . Marik, please . . .” he begged, arching upward. Marik growled low in his throat as Malik’s erection brushed his own throbbing need, sending sparks through his vision.

“Touch me,” he said, and then shuddered as light fingers danced over his flesh before settling upon his shaft, stroking it lovingly.

“So beautiful,” Malik whispered, gazing up into the violet eyes. “I love you, Marik . . . please, show me heaven . . .” Marik nodded, rolling off to the side of the bed, retrieving a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand before moving to cuddle next to Malik, kissing him desperately.

“You’re sure you’re ready for this?” he asked quietly, and Malik nodded.

“I trust you,” he replied, and then whimpered as one slick finger found his entrance and pressed inside. “Oh gods . . .”

“Relax, love,” Marik murmured soothingly, slowly moving his finger, mimicking the rhythm that would come later. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know. It just . . . it’s been a while . . .” Marik pressed his lips to Malik’s gently.

“This will be nothing like before, Malik,” he said softly, as his second finger slid home and Malik gasped. “This will feel so good . . . I promise . . .” He moaned as Malik pressed back in for another kiss, tongue’s battling for dominance as he stretched and soothed, preparing his lover for what was going to happen. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Malik.

“More . . .” came the whimpered plea. “Marik, please . . . I want you . . . I want to feel you . . .” He nodded, feeling that he had prepared Malik as best he could. Rising to his knees, he settled between the sleek thighs, coating his length with lubricant before lifting Malik’s hips slightly to get the angle right.

“You’re sure?” he asked one last time. “You’re absolutely sure you want to do this?” He was startled when the lavender eyes narrowed and Malik growled at him.

“If you don’t slide inside me right now, Marik, I’m going to murder you.” He chuckled at the vehemence in that husky voice before sliding home. Malik arched to meet him, a barely suppressed scream of pleasure rising from the slim throat as the blonde head tilted back, the lavender eyes rolling back until only the white’s showed.

“Malik . . . oh god, you’re so tight,” Marik moaned, feeling the velvet heat contract and caress him. “Are you okay?” He choked back his own cry as Malik bucked against him.

“Move, damn it,” the blonde snarled. “I want . . . fucking hell, Marik, I feel like I’m burning up . . .” Marik nodded before beginning to move, trying to keep his pace steady when all he wanted to do was bury himself over and over in that hot body as fast and as hard as he could. His pace became more unsteady with each stroke, as Malik’s body arched to meet each thrust, pushing back against him enticingly.

“Malik . . . fuck . . .” he grunted, just before he finally struck the spot he’d been trying to angle for. The lithe body beneath him nearly arched off the bed, a cry of pleasure echoing through the room as Malik writhed against him, begging silently for more.

“Harder . . . oh gods, yes . . . harder, Marik, please . . .” Marik complied, knowing he was on target as the lavender eyes rolled back again, spine bowing almost impossibly as he stroked Malik’s prostate with his hardened flesh. “Marik . . . oh, shit . . . Marik . . .”

“Cum for me, Malik . . . let go . . .” Marik growled. He thrust harder, his self control shattered as Malik arched against him wantonly, reaching to stroke his lover in time with his thrusts.

Malik cried out hoarsely, his legs locking around Marik’s hips to draw his love deeper into him, feeling each stroke fuel the fire burning in the pit of his stomach. It quickly grew out of proportion until it exploded with a final thrust from Marik, sending fire shooting through his veins as liquid warmth trailed over his stomach and chest as his body released his seed.

Marik’s voice joined him in crying out their combined pleasure as Malik tightened around him, massaging him almost to the point of pain until he couldn’t take it anymore. A final thrust, and he shot his essence deep within Malik’s warmth before collapsing, shuddering in the grip of his orgasm.

“I love you,” he whispered hoarsely, laying a gentle kiss on the sweat soaked forehead before rolling off of Malik and gathering the still shivering body against him. “I love you, I need you, now and forever, Malik.”

“I love you and need you too, Marik,” Malik murmured in reply, lying his head against the satin, sweaty skin of Marik’s chest. He sighed in contentment, feeling sleep beckoning him, a sleep that would finally be completely free of nightmares.

He was home. As long as he was in Marik’s arms, beside him, he was home. The two roses had finally bloomed in the light of love.


AN - Now then . . . this was all dedictated to my beloved Soul Sister, Ladywolfterri . . . and by the way, she's hinting at a sequal/prequal. Anyone else wanna see one?