Blackwater Indiscretions

I own nothing. Though if I did, my hands would be getting much more of a workout than just typing


Yugi sat in his final class of the day, his eyes glancing at the clock which seemed to be speeding up more and more the closer it got to the end of the school day. To say that he was nervous would be a big fat understatement. He was terrified. Being friends with Malik, he’d heard plenty of tales of his escapades with Marik. All he could do was hope that Malik tended to embellish the details of their encounters.

As much as he tried to concentrate on his lessons his mind kept returning to the evening’s agenda. He had known that the conversation at lunch was getting out of hand but was unable to stop it. Or perhaps unwilling. In the year that he’d been seeing Yami he had fallen madly in love with the older teen. Yami had been his first everything. First boyfriend, first serious relationship, first lover. While he was somewhat upset at the thought of Yami having relations with both of his best friends he couldn’t deny himself the experiences that would be Bakura and Marik. Maybe he’d even learn a thing or two that he could try with his boyfriend.

The bell sounded and he took his time gathering his books and cramming them into his backpack. He’d already called between classes and told his grandfather that he would be away for the weekend. All that was left was to meet his friends in the parking lot.

With strengthened resolve, he left the classroom and went to his locker. Nothing that there would be little opportunity to get any homework done over the weekend he shoved the entire bag inside, not wanting to be burdened down by it.

The sun was shining brightly as he approached his friends in the parking lot. Malik and Ryou were perched on the hood of Bakura’s blue sports car. Yami, Marik, and Bakura were leaning against Yami’s black SUV that rested in the neighboring space. “Hey guys,” he said, fighting to keep his voice steady.

Ryou jumped off of the car and gave him a hug. “You ready for this?” he whispered.

“As ready as I’m gonna get,” Yugi replied.

Ryou smiled. “Just remember: They don’t realize it but they’ve screwed themselves with this silly bet.”

“What do you mean?”

The white haired teen led him away a few yards. “Malik told me that he heard Yami talking to Seto Kaiba. He’s worried that you’re going to think he’s boring come Monday night.”

Yugi’s eyes widened. “He really said that?”

“Uh huh. So don’t worry, Yugi. They say they’re all for this switch but I guarantee you that they’ll all be kissing our asses come Monday because of their jealousy.”

“Are you okay with it?” Yugi asked.

“I’m nervous,” Ryou admitted. “But to be honest, I’m sort of curious too.”

“Me too,” the smaller teen replied.

“Come on, you two,” Malik called. “We’ve got three days off! I don’t want to spend them at school!”

Yugi followed Ryou back to the group. He nuzzled into Yami’s embrace and awaited the inevitable.

“Alright, everyone ready?” Bakura asked. He kissed Ryou and gave him a light squeeze. “Come on, Malik, let’s get this show on the road.”

“I love you,” Yugi whispered.

“Love you too,” Yami replied.

“Let’s go, Yugi,” Marik said, holding out his motorcycle helmet.

Yugi stepped forward and took it with a shaky hand. He followed Marik down several spaces and climbed behind him on the bike, holding on tightly as the blonde sped into traffic. Day one had officially begun.


After a quick stop at his house to pick up his overnight bag he found himself standing on the balcony behind Marik while the older teen unlocked the door.

“Come on in,” the blonde said, stepping aside.

“Thanks,” Yugi replied, a small quiver in his voice as he toed off his shoes. His eyes widened as he took in the setting. He’d never been to Marik’s apartment. Usually when the entire group got together they met at Bakura’s house. Truthfully he’d expected Marik’s apartment to be a huge stink pile littered with empty beer bottles and rotting pizza boxes. The sight that greeted him however was about as far from that environment as possible.

Two long, low tan leather couches rested in an “L” shape in the center of the room, facing an impressive entertainment center. The coffee and end tables were large slabs of unfinished marble with glass tops sitting on the immaculate ivory carpeting. Egyptian statues and hieroglyph paintings accented the room, bringing the entire look together. “Oh, wow,” Yugi breathed.

Marik followed him in and closed the door behind them. He removed his shoes and placed them in the closet behind the door before standing next to the smaller teen. “What’s up?” he asked, noting Yugi’s expression.

Yugi blushed. “I just didn’t expect this,” he said, looking out over the room.

Marik placed Yugi’s overnight bag on the nearest sofa and walked into the kitchen, gesturing for Yugi to follow him. “What did you expect then?” he asked, amused.

Yugi tried to hold in his awe of the kitchen. Though on the small side it was well stocked with appliances, both large and small, and accented in bronze and gold. “I’m not sure,” he lied, not wanting to offend.

The blonde chuckled. “I get it,” he said. “Don’t forget, I went through this with Ryou the first time he came over too.”

Yugi grinned. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Marik replied. He opened the refrigerator. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” Yugi nodded. In the course of ten minutes he’d learned more about the mystery that was Marik than he had in the past two years since he’d met him. He felt a pang of guilt for allowing himself to cast the older teen into a slovenly stereotype without taking the time to really get to know him. “I really like your apartment,” he said.

“Thanks,” Marik replied. He quickly made a few sandwiches and handed one to Yugi along with a can of soda. After a quick sweep on the counter with a washcloth he picked up his own food and led the way to the table in the dining area. “So, what do you want to do first?” he asked.

Yugi almost choked on his sandwich. “What?”

Marik chuckled. “Are you that eager to take a ride on my womb broom?”

The smaller teen blinked. “Your what?”

The Egyptian burst out laughing. “Never mind. What I meant was do you want to watch a movie or something?”

Mortification graced the usually smooth lines of Yugi’s face. “Oh gods,” he muttered.

Marik shook his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. He took a long drink of his soda, his mind working on a plan of action. Yugi WAY too tense. He had to help to relax him. “Tell you what,” he stated after a moment. “You like games, right?”

“Yeah,” Yugi replied, finishing his sandwich.

“Well I challenge you to a video game. Every time one of us loses we have to take a shot of liquor.”

Yugi considered the proposal. He wasn’t much of a drinker. But he wasn’t much of a loser either. “You’re on,” he said. In truth, he was grateful for the distraction.

Marik grinned. “Good.” He stood up and went back into the kitchen, pulling down an unopened bottle of vodka from atop the refrigerator before leading Yugi into the living room. The change in Yugi’s demeanor was exactly what he’d been aiming for. He opened the glass casement of the entertainment center and pulled the game console out, handing a controller to Yugi and keeping one for himself. While the game loaded he pulled the cushions from the back of the couches and made himself comfortable, indicating his guest to do the same.

Yugi propped one of the cushy pillows behind his head and reclined back, his knees bent, feet resting on the floor. “I have this game at home,” he said forebodingly. “I won’t be easy to beat.”

Marik smirked. “I’m sure there’s at least one game out there that I can beat you at,” he insisted. “There’s no way you can win at everything.”

Yugi grinned and selected his fighter. “We’ll see.”

Less than five minutes later the bottle was opened and Yugi was took a large gulp. He swallowed the harsh liquid as quick as reflex would allow. “Okay,” he said. “This time you’re dead.” He picked up his controller.

The prediction came true and Marik followed suit, though his reaction to the alcohol was a lot less obvious.

Over the next thirty minutes they fought fiercely, neither giving the other any sort of edge. The effects of the vodka hit Yugi first of course, due to his small size and even smaller tolerance. Marik knew he had to alter the stakes or else he’d be judged on how well he cleaned vomit out of a white carpet rather than his bedroom skills.

“Okay Yugi, I have a new proposal,” he said after taking another shot.

“Yeah?” the small teen said with a smile. “What’s that?”

“Instead of drinking, we each choose something that we want to play for. Like for example I would suggest that if I win you have to stand up and dance naked.”

Yugi laughed. “Okay,” he said. “If I win you have to…stand up and dance naked.”

Marik winced. “Damn,” he said. “Me and my big mouth. Alright if I win you have to do it…on my lap.”

“You’re on!” The teen chose his favorite fighter and the match got underway. He won two out of three.

Marik stared at the screen. “Oh Ra,” he muttered. This hadn’t been in his game plan. “What the hell,” he said, climbing to his feet. He raised an eyebrow at the smiling teen. “But if you tell anyone…”

“Not one word.” Hiccup.

The Egyptian shook his head and went to the stereo, pressing the play button. Melodic strains of Godsmack’s Re-Align filtered through the speakers. He took a deep breath began moving to the music, feeling every note filter through his veins.

Decisions made from desperation
No way to go
Internal instincts craving isolation
For me to grow

Yugi’s eyes widened as he watched the performance. Ever since he’d met Marik he’d known that the older boy had an insanely high opinion of himself. But now, watching his gracefully erotic motions, he began to realize that what he’d taken as egotism was in fact confidence.

My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming knowing I
I just needed to realign

Marik slowly drew his shirt over his shoulders, revealing bronzed skin stretched tightly over his well defined chest. He tossed the garment onto the sofa, his hands coming to rest at the button of his blue uniform pants.

Fell in a river of illusion
And apathy
Drowning in a self-induced confusion
I’d rather be, yeah

Yugi’s pink tongue crept out to moisten his suddenly dry lips. He watched openly as Marik released the button and tugged down the zipper of his pants. A thick patch of blonde pubic hair was easily visible beneath the fabric. The smaller teen gasped audibly when the Egyptian sudden whipped them off, standing proudly within his nudity.

My fears come alive
In this place where I once died
Demons dreaming knowing I
I just needed to realign

With more than a little satisfaction at Yugi’s reaction, Marik stepped it up a notch, his hips rocking in time with the slow, steady beat. He loved the acoustic version. The music flowed through him, using his nude body as an alternate form of expression.

Yugi was at a loss. He’d never seen a human body exude such sensuality. Perhaps it was the alcoholic persuasion but he was having the hardest time retaining his self control. It was almost a relief when the song came to an end and the blonde stepped back into his uniform.

“You okay?” Marik asked with a knowing grin. Yugi nodded dumbly. “If you say so. Alright, if I win the next one you have to answer five questions as truthfully as possible.”

“Okay,” Yugi replied, grateful for the distraction. “If I win you have to…call Tea and pretend to ask her on a date.”

Marik wrinkled his nose. “Not fucking likely,” he said, picking up his controller.

He needn’t have worried. Yugi’s mind was definitely not in the best of shape. “Looks like round two goes to me,” he said with a grin.

Yugi nodded. “What do you want to know?”

Marik stretched his legs out and crossed his arms over his chest. “How many sexual partners have you had?”

“That’s, um, personal.”

“Indeed.”

“Just Yami,” he revealed. “He was my first.”

Marik nodded. “Does he satisfy you?”

Yugi blinked. “What do you mean?”

“In bed. Is he adequate?”

“I guess so,” Yugi replied. “I really don’t have a lot to compare it to.”

Marik smirked. “Not yet.”

A slow blush crept over the teen’s cheeks. “No, not yet.”

“Have you ever fucked Yami?”

“No. I wouldn’t even know how to start.”

“What’s your favorite position?” the Egyptian asked with a smirk.

The redness deepened. “Um, I don’t know…”

“You don’t know how you like to be fucked?”

Yugi could no longer hold his head up under the weight of his embarrassment. “I’m… just not used to talking about this stuff,” he argued weakly.

“That’s fair,” Marik replied. “We can decide later. Ever masturbated in front of someone?”

“No,” came the quick reply.

Marik raised a doubtful eyebrow. “Not even to get yourself off when Yami’s fucking you?”

Yugi’s eyes widened. “Gods, Marik!”

“What?”

“Are you always so…blunt?”

Marik shrugged. “Yes.”

“Well, the answer is no. Yami always…does it.”

The older teen grinned. There was something…exciting about Yugi’s lack of confidence and experience. “I’ll tell you what,” he said. “Now you ask me five questions.”

Yugi looked up. “Really?

“Yeah, why not?”

“Uh…how many people have you slept with?”

Marik’s brow furrowed in thought. “More than twenty, less than fifty.”

Yugi’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.” He thought a moment. “Have you ever done anything like this before? You know, all of us…?”

“No,” Marik replied. “This is a first for me too.”

“Are you okay with Malik being with Yami and Bakura?”

“I don’t mind,” Marik replied honestly. “Sex is sex.”

Yugi was confused. “Well yeah, but…aren’t you supposed to keep yourself for the one you love?”

“I don’t equate sex with love. I can sleep with someone without being in love with them and love someone without fucking them.”

“Oh,” Yugi replied. “Do you sleep with other people? I mean, besides this.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” Marik replied. “But no, I haven’t. Malik keeps me well satisfied.” He returned to the game. “And that’s five.”

So much new information to process. It was making his head hurt. “Marik?” Yugi said.

Marik looked at him. “Yeah?”

A highly uncharacteristic comment rested on the tip of his tongue, but at the last second Yugi changed his mind. “Um, what are we betting for?”

“If I win you have to launch the tadpoles and let me watch.”

Yugi stared blankly. “Tadpoles? What do you mean?”

Marik chuckled. “Masturbate, Yugi. You have to let me watch you jack off.”

Realization hit. “Oh gods…”

“Too much for you?”

On any other night, yes. But the decent buzz from the alcohol boosted his confidence. “No,” he said. Was that a quiver is his voice? “But if I win you have to do it!”

“You’re on,” Marik agreed. He used the smaller teen’s discomposure against him and took an easy victory. “Well, well, well…looks like I win.”

Yugi’s eyes never left the screen. “Um, yeah. Looks that way.”

Marik raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”

“Uh huh.”

“Come on,” Marik said. “Let’s go change out of these ungodly uniforms.” He stood up and led the way into the bedroom.

Yugi picked up his backpack and followed. He couldn’t believe what he’d gotten himself into.

Marik’s bedroom was just as impressive as the rest of the house. The enormous light oak bed made an impressive focal point with its smooth tan blanket and plethora of earth-toned pillows. The dresser and night tables were of the same oak as the bed and the décor matched that of the living room.

“You can change out here,” Marik said. “I’ll use the bathroom.” He opened a drawer of the dresser and pulled out a bundle of clothing before retreating through the other door.

Yugi changed into his sleepwear quickly, not wanting Marik to suddenly return and catch him undressing. Not that it mattered. He’d see soon enough.

“You done?” came Marik’s voice from beyond the door.

Well, that was unexpected. “Yes.”

The Egyptian returned to the room in a pair of pale blue plaid pajama bottoms. His feet and chest were bare. A low chuckle resounded as he took in Yugi’s appearance. “Cute,” he noted.

Yugi looked down. Okay maybe the Celtic Guardian print pants were a bit much. “Grandpa bought them for me,” he explained.

Marik grinned and vaulted into the air, landing on the bed and bouncing two feet up before settling again. “So…pay up.”

Yugi blanched. “N-now?

Marik patted the bed next to him. “No time like the present.”

The teen climbed onto the massive bed, lying next to the older boy. “I don’t think I can do this,” he said.

Marik rolled onto his side, his head propped on one hand. “I think you can,” he said, looking down at Yugi’s crimson face. “You’ve done it in private, yes?”

“Well of course. Who hasn’t?”

“Good point.” He reached out and took Yugi’s hand in his. “Just don’t think about it as a performance,” he said. “You have no reason to be embarrassed. Hell, you’ve already seen me strutting my goods.”

Yugi smiled. “I can’t help it. Embarrassment is one of the things I excel at.”
Try as he might, Marik couldn’t hold in his amusement. “I’m not laughing at you,” he clarified quickly. “But remember, Yugi, you’re not the one getting judged on his performance here. If anyone should be nervous it should be me.”

The small teen had to laugh as well. “I guess you’re right,” he relented. “I just wish this didn’t feel so…scholastic.”

“Scholastic?” Marik repeated. “Oh gods don’t tell me you’re going to write a report on me when we’re done.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Yugi joked. “We’re supposed to grade you, aren’t we?”

“Okay, now you’re making ME nervous,” Marik replied. Yugi’s laughter was exactly what he’d been aiming for. “There see? Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Yugi nodded. His other hand began its descent, shyly pausing at the waistband of his pants. “Marik…”

Marik slid one arm under Yugi’s head, pulling him close. He let go of Yugi’s hand with the other and used it to cover the teen’s eyes. “Don’t be shy,” he soothed in a low tone. “It’s only the two of us here. Go on…touch yourself for me, Yugi.”

Yugi whimpered softly. He ran his hand over the bulge in his pants, feeling the skin react beneath his fingers. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going through with it. A part of him though, wanted to break out of the confines of humility and take the experience that was this insane idea for all it was worth.

Marik smiled as he watched the teen’s fingers running over the wrinkled fabric. The sight of such an inhibited soul embarking on so immoral a journey was definitely a turn on. “Keep going,” he breathed into Yugi’s ear. “You have no idea how hard this is making me.”

A bolt of pleasure shot through his groin and he gasped, grasping his cock through the fabric. He could feel the member further hardening at the motion. His breath quickened and his other hand clutched Marik’s tanned arm, his small fingers digging into the skin.

Marik could feel the desperation growing in the body next to him. “Keep your eyes closed,” he whispered before removing his hand from them. His fingers traveled the teen’s chest, stopping to pinch at one rosy nipple. Yugi’s hiss encouraged him and he lowered his mouth to it, drawing it in with his teeth and sucking gently.

“Gods, Marik,” Yugi gasped. His hand slipped under the material of his pants to grasp his erection, the direct contact drawing another moan from his lips.

He felt Yugi’s hand leave his arm and travel up to rest on the back of his head, persuading him to continue. Marik nipped at the raised flesh, rolling his tongue over it. After a moment he pulled back. “Yugi,” he said huskily. “If you want to back out of this whole deal the time is now.”

Yugi could hear the tension evident in the older teen’s voice. “Why would I back out?” he questioned. His face paled. “Did you change your mind? Am I not…um…”

“No,” Marik interrupted. “I haven’t changed my mind. But having you under me like you are is making it very hard for me to keep my hands to myself. If you want to call it off…or wait until a little later, then we need to stop. Now.”

“No don’t stop,” Yugi said a little too eagerly. Wow, that was smooth.

Marik smiled. His hand traced the outline of Yugi’s jaw, hip lips punctuating the feather light caress with teasing kisses.

Yugi’s initial uncertainty began to fade as the older teen took control. He leaned into the contact, his cock jumping in his hand. The unfamiliarity of their bodies touching was surprisingly arousing to the teen and he tugged on Marik’s arm, eager for more.

Marik, having received all the invitation he would need, leaned down to reach the slightly parted lips below him, pressing into them, softy at first, pressure ever increasing with each gasp that came forth. His tongue emerged slowly, seeking to pass through the scarcely challenged barrier and into the warm mouth.

Yugi melted into the kiss. It was somehow different from that of his boyfriend’s. Yami’s kisses were always passionate, but this went beyond it. Marik was an amazing kisser. And it was obvious that he knew it. The older teen’s confidence went a long way toward breaking down his inhibitions. “Marik,” he breathed, breaking away from the searing kiss in search of air.

“I’m here, Yugi,” the Egyptian replied. He reclaimed his arm and sat back, drawing Yugi’s pants from his body in one fluid movement. A trace of embarrassment graced the teen’s features before giving way to abandonment. Marik enjoyed for a moment the view of Yugi’s hand stroking his rigid cock wantonly before taking the teen’s wrists and pinning them above his head on the pillows. “Game over,” he breathed huskily.

Yugi gasped at the unexpected movement. Before he could respond, he found himself pinned to the mattress, not only by his wrists, but by the sudden weight of Marik’s body covering his own, the thin material of the older boy’s pants providing a weak but unmistakable barrier between their unbridled erections. “Marik, please…”

Marik’s hips ground forward, impatiently seeking further contact. “What do you want, Yugi? Tell me…”

Yugi’s eyes fell closed, Marik’s movement fueling an almost painful ache in his abdomen. He was so hard it hurt. “Please,” he said again, unable to voice his request.

Marik nipped at Yugi’s lower lip, eliciting another moan. “Don’t be afraid to ask,” he soothed, his voice low with anticipation and arousal.

“Please…f-fuck me,” Yugi whispered, his cheeks flushed.

The blonde moaned, his cock growing ever harder at the hushed statement. He released his hold on Yugi’s wrists and crawled down the smaller teen’s body, his teeth leaving a small trail of bites on their way.

Yugi could feel Marik’s breath hot on his erection. His eyes widened in suspense as he watched the older teen’s lips begin to descend. He’d never been this aroused before. He ignored the feelings of guilt that crept in at that thought and allowed his eyes to close again, waiting with bated breath for the inevitable.

Marik felt the slight hesitation in his companion and grasped the base of Yugi’s cock, determined to keep the teen’s mind on his movements, not on whatever it was that had popped into it. He drew his tongue over the taut skin before taking the member deep into his throat.

Yugi’s hips leapt off of the bed involuntarily and his hands reached out blindly, grasping the blanket in his small fists. An unintelligible string of words rolled off of his tongue and he struggled to hold on to any shred of composure that remained in his body.

Marik’s hands came to rest on the luscious curve of Yugi’s hips, holding him in place while he continued the pace of slow torment he’d set. The smaller teen’s moans and subdued cries for more definitely did not go unnoticed. He had to stop himself twice from grinding his own cock against the mattress in an attempt to relieve some of the delicious tension.

After only a few moments he pulled back, pleased to note that he’d been right on the money when Yugi cried out in protest, having been about ten seconds from orgasm. “Shh,” he soothed, returning back to his original position, his body flush against Yugi’s.

“Marik please, why did you stop?” Yugi gasped, savoring the feeling of Marik’s impressive member brushing against his own.

“I’m not done with you yet, Yugi,” Marik replied, bringing his lips to the creamy expanse of skin stretched over the small shoulder.

That voice held so much composure, so much knowledge. It was fast becoming Yugi’s undoing. “Marik…”

Marik nipped at the heated flesh. “Hmm?”

Yugi bit his lower lip. His body was on fire, every inch of him begging for more of the Egyptian’s attention. “Don’t…don’t stop…”

The blonde shook his head. “I won’t,” he promised. He pulled back and leaned over the side of the bed, rifling through the drawer of the nightstand, coming back with a small tube of lubricant. Shifting back to his original position, he crushed Yugi’s lips with his own, his tongue breaching the warm entrance without waiting for any sort of invitation.

Yugi moaned deep in his throat. Marik’s determination was so different from Yami’s careful exploration. Feelings and drives were running through him that he’d not experienced before. Marik’s tongue dominated the kiss, seeking out every hidden centimeter of his mouth and marking it as his own.

Marik could almost feel the last of Yugi’s hesitation drain away. He raised himself up on his elbows and looked down into the desire filled eyes below him. “Yugi, I fucking want you,” he all but growled.

Yugi nodded in agreement. “Take me,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please Marik, I can’t wait anymore.”

Marik drew up onto his knees, his eyes roaming over the willing body before him. So unlike Malik and yet so similar. He carefully removed his pants before grasping Yugi’s ankles and slowly drawing them apart, smiling softly as the pink blush graced the skin of his companion once again. “Relax, Yugi,” he whispered, sitting between the younger teen’s raised knees.

Yugi couldn’t help the redness in his cheeks as the most intimate part of his body was put on display for the blonde’s unmasked stare. His embarrassment was quickly forgotten however when Marik picked up the lubricant and squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers.

Marik tossed the tube aside and looked down at the beauty below him. “I’ll try to be careful,” he said. “If I hurt you, you need to tell me.”

Yugi nodded, his breath caught in his throat. His trepidation quickly gave way to pleasure as the first of Marik’s calloused fingers pressed into him. “Gods,” he gasped. “Marik…”

Marik gently worked another finger inside the pliant body, anticipation building to new heights. “Give me your hand,” he stated. Yugi did as bidden and he guided it to the younger teen’s weeping erection.

Yugi hadn’t forgotten their earlier “lesson”. He grasped his cock and began a slow, tentative rhythm. “Marik,” he breathed. “Gods please…just take me…”

Marik moaned, adding another finger, stretching the tight passage even further. He watched as Yugi’s hesitant movements became more desperate, stroking and pulling on his straining cock. “That’s so fucking hot,” he stated hoarsely, enjoying the blush that his words wrought upon the younger teen.

Yugi gasped as Marik suddenly extracted his fingers. “No,” he cried wantonly. “Marik, please.”

“Shh,” Marik soothed. He grasped the abandoned tube of lubricant and generously coated his cock, the sudden cool contact helping to reign in his self-control. He rose onto his knees between Yugi’s parted legs and placed one bronze hand on his lover’s stomach, silently instructing him to remain still as he lined himself up with the tight entrance.

Yugi’s breath hitched in his throat in anticipation. He felt the head of Marik’s rigid cock press firmly against him and squeezed his eyes shut, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“Too soon?” Marik asked, his voice a low rasp.

“Gods no,” Yugi replied. A fraction of a second later Marik was buried inside him to the hilt. A strangled cry was torn from his throat and his violet eyes shot open. The olden teen paused for a scant moment before slowly pulling back and slamming home again. He quickly established a smooth rhythm and Yugi matched him stroke for stroke.

“Fuck, Yugi,” Marik hissed. “How is it possible for you to be so damn tight?” It felt as though he was fucking a virgin. The narrow passage contracted around his cock and he groaned.

“Ma…rik…” Yugi cried. He could feel his insides stretching to accommodate Marik’s impossible girth. The constant burning sensation only added to his pleasure, a concept he’d never faced before. The bed had begun to shake with the force of Marik’s thrusts and Yugi increased the pace at which he was openly stroking himself.

Marik planted his fists on the bed on either side of Yugi’s hips and raised himself up, allowing for quicker and deeper penetration. He felt the small legs wrap around his waist and heard the hushed whimpers and pleas that his assault brought forth. The sensation of the smaller teen tightening around him had grasped hold of his senses, rendering conscious thought useless. His mind had no more say in his actions. Primal lust pulsed through his veins, orchestrating and choreographing every thrust, every brutal kiss.

“Oh gods…Marik…please, more…so good…”

Marik’s arms threatened to give out as his hips thrust in and back with rapidly increasing urgency. “Yugi, I can’t keep this up much longer,” he warned, his orgasm already threatening to spill forth. “I’m about his far from shooting off inside you.”

Yugi’s eyes widened at the outspoken statement. The image had no more than begun to process through his mind before he was hit with the realization that there was nothing more he wanted in the world. “Do it, Marik,” he pleaded. “Take me, claim me.”

“Oh fuck, Yugi,” Marik groaned. He pounded impossibly harder into the youth, unwilling to practice self-restraint any further. He watched Yugi pleasure himself through half-closed eyes, the view providing nearly as much stimulation as his cock.

“Marik…I can’t…I’m gonna…”

“Let go, Yugi,” Marik demanded. “Don’t hold it in.”

Yugi’s small hand tightened on his cock, his movements amazingly swift and precise. If he’d been in any shape to think about it he’d have come to realize that while Yami stroking him to a pleasant conclusion definitely added to the ambience and his own pleasure, by his own hand he was more able to match Marik’s frenzied tempo. Wasn’t it one of those age-old proverbs? Nobody does you like you do you.

“Come on Yugi,” Marik stated. “Come for me. Show me how much you like me fucking you.”

An unabashed cry of gratification sounded and Yugi’s body erupted, decorating both his and Marik’s bare chests with his pearlescent essence. “Marik, gods!” he exclaimed, his back arching high off of the bed, his hips grinding down on the older teen’s cock.

The resulting contractions vibrating over Marik’s shaft sent him barreling forward into completion. He gave one last mighty thrust, burying himself as deeply as possible into Yugi’s tightness before letting go of his restraint, shooting a load so vicious it may very well have burned the smaller teen from the inside out. As the waves subsided, he collapsed on top of his lover.

The subsequent moments were spent in relative silence, save the rapid pair of heartbeats and labored breathing. Eventually Marik summoned up the strength to roll off of the smaller teen before Yugi suffered a slow asphyxiation. “Are you alright?” he panted.

Yugi moaned a favorable response. “That was…incredible.”

Marik chuckled. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

“Oh thanks,” Yugi laughed. He rolled onto his side to face his companion. “You’d better be nice to me or I’ll give you an ‘F’.”

“I don’t think so,” Marik retaliated. “You know I’m worth more than that.”

Yugi nodded, the blush returning. “Definitely.”


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Sorry this took so long to update. Hope it was worth the wait :)

MI77 - bring it. LOL