Lion of Egypt

Lion of Egypt

Summary: Shadi feels awful about breaking his engagement to Ishizu and so puts the terms of their old relationship on his new one. However, Rishid has other plans and devices a way to make the young man crack.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. If I did…*begins to laugh evilly*
Warning: Woot! not for the kiddies!
Author’s Note: ^__^ *smut*


They sat at dinner, all three of them, quiet, the only sounds that of forks, knives and chewing. The still, cool air gave an eerie quality to it all but Ishizu really didn’t care. She was still a little bitter even if it was meant to be. She sipped her white wine and got back to her food, wanting to smile at the way Shadi kept stealing glances at Rishid then looking away.

It was cute. It was sick.

It was the love she’d never have.

Rishid finished his food and got up to clean his plate. He really didn’t want Ishizu there. He wanted to make a move, but he didn’t know what. He’d caught Shadi looking at him. He’d saw those blue eyes smoldering with passion, but there wasn’t anything he could do.

After Ishizu had come home earlier, he’d simply sat in his room, marveling over the way his hands had turned Shadi into the emoting paragon he’d experienced earlier. He wanted that again more than anything.

Ishizu handed him the plate and asked him to put the extra food away. She mentioned that she’d be back late and go ahead and eat some of the cake she’d brought back if he wanted.

Yes, the Egyptian had a sweet tooth, but who wouldn’t after being denied the simple pleasures of life your entire existence.

Even under Marik’s control he’d experienced very little, but he didn’t blame the yami for that. He knew both Malik and Marik to be very selfish when it came to something they liked which was why Malik had acted that way about Ishizu and Shadi.

He washed the plate and was ready to dry it when Shadi came beside him and put his own plate on the counter. He was about to leave when Rishid caught his eye.

“Would you like cake?”

Shadi looked at him and shook his head. “I’m quite fine thank you.”

Rishid looked at him and they stared at each other, Shadi’s face coloring.

“As you wish…” the taller man said, inclining his head a little.

The other man walked away in a bit of a daze, not knowing what had just happened. What had that meant? “As you wish…”

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Rishid

What was I saying just then to him? “As you wish…”

I would have no problem of course doing anything that man asked even if he asked me to kill myself or steal, I think I would be ready to do it.

He hasn’t asked me yet about my outing with my brothers. I wish he would. I want to talk. To him. I want to talk to him about many things about anything.

I can’t believe he was right here beside me and I made no move. I could have done something.

Does he notice me staring at his lips? I wonder. They are full and soft and wonderful to feel against my own, I wonder what he thinks of me.

As I put away the rest of the food, I find that I do not want cake either, even though Sister has bought my favorite. I suppose it is a peace offering.

He is in the living room again and I cut a piece anyway.

It is his favorite also so I shall bring him a piece.

When I go into the living room he is watching another program. Something about Africa. He sits up a bit more and moves the remote to a more neutral place. You’d never know it to see him, but Shadi is quite the remote hog. I remember once, not even Malik could get it from him and later, my brother told me Shadi bit him right on the hand.

I thought it was hilarious, thought Malik did not think so. He pouts any time someone gets the better of him and I’m very glad to know it was Shadi.

I place the cake near him and put the fork down, sitting next to him as close as I can without him coloring.

It doesn’t work as I noticed he flushed when I came in the room.

Is it awkward for two grown men to be so wary of each other?

I will admit, it makes my body sing to see Shadi this way. He can act shy if he wants, but I’ve seen his fury, I know he can be a danger if he wants to. He just doesn’t and I think that is why I admire him so.

He continues to watch tv, but I don’t mind as I believe his neck is the most perfect thing I have seen in ages. We are perfectly alone and where many lovers would be all over one another, her we are sitting so far apart.

I decide to close the gap and catch the corners of his lips starting to smile.

I knew it.

“I brought you cake. It is your favorite as well.”

“Yes…” he says, watching the antelope on television. “Are you watching this program it is quite interesting.”

“Watching things can be quite interesting.” I say, turning to look at the tv as I sit closer. He does not mind, but takes the remote back. He’s almost predictable and I decide to tease him.

“You are guarding that remote like a jackal. Can you no longer share in my Sister’s house?”

“You do not need the remote,” he says, starting to smile. “There’s nothing wrong with this program.”

“I do not need it, you are correct, but what if I simply want it?”

“You cannot always have what you want.” And he looks at me from the side and I offer him the plate of cake.

“And if you claim you do not want it, but actually do?”

Shadi took the plate from him and began to cut into the cake carefully. “Are you saying I am a liar?”

“No…” I sit closer. “I am merely saying that perhaps…you confuse me by saying you did not want the cake but truly do and now that you have the cake, seem to enjoy it so much and –”

He put the cake down. “Perhaps it is wrong to want the cake. Have you thought about that? Perhaps…Ishizu wanted this cake.”

I knew we were talking about the same thing then. Thank Ra for cake.

“Ishizu told me that it was fine. That I could have this cake. That you could have some as well.”

He looked at me then. We were very close and set the remote on the other side of him. “I do not want to eat cake on the couch. I’m missing my program.”

And with that, he looked away and that is what I mean. No blushing not faltering words this time. Perhaps he’s toying with me now.

“Shadi –”

“I do not wish to have anymore cake right now. I am watching tv.”

And he smiles and I know he is playing. So I watch tv with him. And we watch the lions.

Lions are very powerful beasts and they have to work together to get things done. I couldn’t help but watch Shadi’s eyes light up when the great cats took down their prey without hesitation. Perhaps I could learn.

I watch the lions roar and listened to the man talk about how Lions made a range of sounds and how the lowest roars were used to draw a mate. Shadi just kept watching and when a commercial came on, I watched him eat the cake again.

It made me wonder if I even knew what we were talking about anymore.


Shadi

I don’t know why I had said no earlier. The cake really was delicious and Rishid sitting so close to me made me feel good.

I felt like some teenager off television, I wanted him to yawn and put his arm around me. The show came back on, but I wasn’t really watching it. I wanted Rishid to do something.

I’d decided at dinner that I think I wanted to at least kiss him and he really did feel wonderful next to me. I wish he were closer so I wouldn’t be being forward by leaning on him.

I put the cake plate down and licked icing out of the corner of my mouth and I think I heard him growl. Whatever it was, I felt it up my spine and I suddenly didn’t want to look at him.

I could feel my cheeks grow hot and I just wanted him to touch me again. I reached for the remote and he spoke.

“Stop, I like watching this.”

“You will like whatever I change it to as well…” I tried to say evenly, but it just came out to softly and I couldn’t even get the remote. I think he knew this.

“Do you still want cake?”

What was he talking about? I am delirious sitting next to him so close. I shut my eyes.

“What are you talking about? I’m done eating already –”

He did some sort of growl or purr or whisper. I don’t know what it was, but it made my name sound so wonderful.

“Shadi…” he said again and I think his hand was on my thigh but I didn’t know anything at that point.

I opened my eyes and I saw those golden eyes. I’d seen them before, just seconds before on the tv when that lion closed in on his prey.

Was I an antelope?

I would not think about it because he was touching me again and I wanted to talk.

“Rishid we should not…” I was trying, but even I knew when it was hopeless.

“Whatever you wish. Do you wish me to stop?” he asked.

I can feel that voice in my soul and I was very close to him then and our lips were so close and he was staring at my eyes. I tried to answer but our lips connected instead.

Rishid

I can honestly say he’s never made that sound before. Like he was hungry and needing me but he didn’t move in anyway for or against that kiss.

I did something.

I ran my thumb against the bare column of his neck and he moaned then and when I tried to kiss him again, he put his hand over my mouth and buried his face in my shoulder.

“Shadi?”

He was breathing hard, like he’d been running, and I ran a hand down his back and he moaned again and started to tremble. He was on the brink of something I knew.

How dare he wear this flimsy shirt? I’d much rather have his skin so I ran my hand down the back of his head and neck and even when just a bit of my hand got under his shirt something broke in him.

He gripped my chest and moaned in my ear one word.

“Yes!”

And it was as if a damn broke.

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“Uhn…” the blue eyed man moaned, so vocal on as Rishid ran his hands under his shirt.

“Shadi, you do not know what you’re doing to me…” Rishid whispered, pulling at the material. “You must stop this…”

Shadi nodded and they kissed, still chaste, the smaller man giving a laugh as they parted.

“So Rishid…” he said softly. “Are you saying that you do not want cake as well?”

The tattooed man smirked and pulled down the shoulder of the man’s shirt, watching his flush. “It would do you well not to tease me.”

Shadi’s eyes became hooded, a smile on his lips as Rishid leaned to nuzzle the flesh. “You tease me.”

“Hn…”

The bald man’s body exploded in sensation as he felt the two strong tanned hands up his shirt, those fierce lips at his neck. He didn’t know they could feel this way and do nothing to breach ceremony. He dug his hands into Rishid’s shoulders as he was leaned back onto the couch.

“Rishid –Ummmm Rishid what are you –ahhh….”

His shirt was pushed up and he felt the pattern of those tattoos against his body as well as something else he’d always longed for.

The end of Rishid’s pony tail was tickling his chest as the man rubbed his face all over, sniffing and pressing his lips here and there. Shadi reached for it and marveled at its silkiness.

amazing…

Rishid climbed him again to kiss him and when he pulled away, Shadi beckoned him close and spoke into his ear.

“I do not think that type of kiss is out of line. Please.”

And so he got what he asked for in so many ways.

Rishid tasted like everything he wanted and he hadn’t meant to arch his body up like that and moan that way or dig his fingers into the man’s back like that, but it just happened. He could feel the hardness of the Egyptian’s body everywhere, especially between his own legs where their bodies met in electric heat.

He gave a growling purr of satisfaction as Rishid shoved his shirt up and mouthed his neck, licking and sucking, kissing his chest.

Why had he said no at all?

He panted and whimpered as his nipples were taken between teeth and caressed with tongue, his arms cradling Rishid’s head as he enjoyed himself.

Surely, this was not forbidden?

But he had to come back to now for Rishid was speaking.

“…beautiful and amazing how you made me wait for this…”

Rishid kissed Shadi again, teasing his tongue out into his own mouth and playing with it. He wondered it the man knew what a picture he made, shirt up under his arms, leg around his waist. There was no way this was with in courting rituals, but he didn’t care.

“Rishid!” the man cried out, whimpering as kisses went lower and lower. “We cannot do that not not!”

“I will…” he growled, beginning to unbutton the young man’s pants. “For you I will…”

“We cannot –Ohhhh…” He moaned, feeling the strong grip of Rishid’s hands on his thighs as pants came down.

Rishid whispered teasingly in his ear. “Where are your underwear?”

Shadi flushed not being able to answer as he saw Rishid gazing down at his erection.

“Perhaps you needed more room for that?”

The young man just turned his face away, feeling embarrassed. He was brought back with some kisses.

“Do not be ashamed. You are beautiful everywhere.” Rishid kissed back down his body, taking care to go around the very apparent arousal. He licked the inside of the Egyptian’s thigh, causing him to tremble.

Shadi gripped the couch and wanted to tell Rishid to stop teasing him, but he felt it wasn’t his place. He felt the lips against his shaft and cried out.

“Ummm and to think you’re so quiet…” the taller man readily took it in his mouth, smiling with his eyes and Shadi lay back nearly howling. The young man rocked his hips or tried to as Rishid held him down. It felt so good and he knew it was wrong.

He felt his legs being pushed apart and he shook his head. “Don’t don’t…” He cried, relieved he was now allowed to push into that velvet heat. “Rishid Rishid Rishid…” He called over and over then cried out in dismay when the heat left him.

He looked down and was near tears when he spoke. “Rishid?”

The man loomed over him and Shadi felt like disappearing under the golden gaze. He felt the mouth on his neck and almost felt like he was being claimed. He tried to close his legs, gasping as they were forced back open. They stayed that way as they started to kiss, Shadi slightly puzzled as to why fingers where pushed into his mouth.

He licked them and found them as sweet as his lover and sucked on them as well, imagining Rishid’s man hood and even moaning occasionally. The man took his fingers back and they kissed again hungrily, the younger never suspecting.

Rishid trailed his fingers down Shadi’s body, working him up into a frenzy as the man began to moan and whine again. He slipped in a digit and worked it around, realizing that Shadi hadn’t even felt it yet and just grouped it with all the other pleasures he was feeling. He pushed in a second digit and Shadi’s eyes came open wide.

“Rishid!”

“Shhh! My lamb it will feel good…Marik told me of this, you will enjoy it.”

Shadi struggled, pushing himself on the fingers further, discovering the pleasure for himself. He bit his lip, going crimson and closing his eyes and Rishid pressed on, pumping his fingers until Shadi was vocalizing again.

“Rishid! Rishid!” he called out, hands on the man’s shoulders. “We’ve got to –I want to –please stop it I need you…” He moaned the last part as his body began to tense.

The man realized this and pulled his fingers away just in time, leaving Shadi high strung and with no release.

He pounded his fists into the man’s chest. “Rishid!”

“Shadi we cannot, you’ve said so yourself. I just wanted you to -”

Shadi gave a pathetic moan and the man looked down as Shadi’s fingers played at his belt.

They looked at each other and the youth looked away, pulling his hands back. It appeared they would not speak of this.

Rishid undid his pants, his own erection readily springing forth. Shadi was crimson with desire and didn’t make a sound as he was pushed into.

As Rishid adjusted to the tight heat, he heard Shadi give a satisfied purr. He held the youth’s legs and leaned over, speaking in his ear.

“And tomorrow?”

“Yes…” was all the man hissed, trying to find satisfaction.

Rishid didn’t move. “Shadi.”

The man looked into golden eyes. “Once they’ve chosen, male lions mate as much as they want, up to thirty times a day…”

And so he moved, hard and Shadi shouted a curse, beginning to moan as he was laid into soundly.

Rishid could feel the couch moving and grinned down at his desert angel, happy to feel his fingers so desperate at his back and his name called in higher and higher pitches.

“Faster!” the youth cried, muttering prayers. “Fast! Oh allah…” He moaned and moaned again and again.

The man obliged him, beginning to pound him into the couch, his own need growing steadily. Pretty soon he growling Shadi’s name, gripping him impossibly as his release came and pistoned into the young man, claiming him fully.

“Ahhhh!” Shadi cried, shooting onto both of them.

They continued together till they were done, a mess between them. Rishid didn’t want to pull back, he wanted to stay this way. He kissed and nuzzled and Shadi reciprocated moaning at the feeling inside him.

He pulled out with a wet suction sound, grabbing the paper towel and wiping at them both. He hoped Shadi would forgive the roughness.

They parted and Shadi sat up, shakily, reaching for the man.

“Rishid…” he whispered.

He got hungry kisses and accepted them, pushing against the man’s chest when he tried to lay them back down.

“I cannot, it hurts…”

“Perhaps when you are rested…”

Shadi nodded tiredly, moving eager hands from between his legs. “I have forgotten prayer…”

Rishid just kissed him and picked him up, his pants still around his ankles. “You will consent to sleep in my bed tonight?”

The man was already falling asleep. “Yes…”

He knew when he was in Rishid’s bed. The man had undressed him fully and had moved against him to hold him in the dark. He felt hands at his hips and sighed into the pillows.

“You are like a lion…”

Rishid smiled and kissed his temple, deciding to let the man rest.


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