Marik, We Know

Marik and Ryou had been dating for a few months now. At first, it was mostly comfort. They talked of their grief over the death of Bakura, and later they talked to each other of their traumatic childhoods. They would hold each other close, stroke each other's hair soothingly, understanding and sympathy flowing between them. Eventually they found they had more in common than shared pain. They actually began to have fun together- they went out, they played games, and sometimes they just talked for hours.



Sometimes they also kissed for hours. Marik would have loved to simply lay Ryou down and ravish him senseless, but he was forcing himself to take things slowly. The little Hikari was an innocent, and Marik had promised himself that he wouldn't hurt him. He usually let Ryou take the lead in initiating any new physical acts, so he could be sure that he wasn't pushing him into anything he wasn't ready for.



Ryou really liked to kiss. When they were alone in his bedroom, Marik would slide his hand behind Ryou's neck, pulling their faces together. He would slowly lick Ryou's lips, until Ryou opened his mouth, granting him entry. He would explore Ryou's mouth with his tongue, and then eventually he would withdraw, giving Ryou a series of soft, sensual, closed-mouth kisses, until he felt Ryou's tongue seeking to enter his own mouth. Kissing for so long drove Marik absolutely mad, but he couldn't seem to resist partaking in the torturous pleasure. He would kiss Ryou until he was achingly hard, so much in need of release that it was actually painful, and even then he would continue to kiss him. When they finally stopped, Marik would be left panting and desperate, and yet he knew he would do it all over again the next time they were alone.



Once, after they had been kissing for a while, Ryou slid Marik's skimpy top over his head and rolled him over onto his stomach. He then began licking Marik's back, using his tongue to slowly trace the pattern of Marik's scars. Marik thought there was something sweet and oddly healing about the action- it was as if Ryou's loving licks and strokes were mending the scars of his past. But soon, Ryou's light touches and soft tongue drove Marik so wild with lust that he couldn't think anything at all anymore. Marik unconsciously began moving his hips, trying to get some friction against the bed beneath him, but Ryou reached down and gently but firmly stilled Marik's hips to stop this action. Marik groaned in frustration.




"Would you like me to stop?" asked Ryou gently.



"No," Marik panted, "Don't stop."



So Ryou didn't stop. He eventually moved his head up and began licking Marik's neck, and then biting his ear. His hands wandered over Marik's body, touching him everywhere except for the one place where he wanted it the most. Marik's entire body was trembling with need. When Ryou finally did stop, and Marik's mind had cleared enough to allow him to form a coherent thought, he decided that he was definitely going to get revenge on Ryou for this incessant teasing. When the time was right.



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One day, Marik and Ryou were sitting together in the sand underneath the night sky. It was the place of their first kiss, and they sometimes liked to come there to talk. Their fingers were intertwined, and as they talked they occasionally stole quick kisses from each other. It was a lighthearted conversation- they had those kinds of conversations more and more now- and they laughed and smiled at each other.




After Marik had lost Bakura, he hadn't really thought he'd ever fall in love again. Even falling in love with Bakura had, in itself, been quite a surprise to Marik. But Marik had been able to open up and let Ryou in, because of Ryou's close connection with Bakura. And he'd quickly discovered that he liked and cared for Ryou in his own right.



He looked over at Ryou- Ryou with his kind, brown eyes, his sweet and boyish face. The moonlight was shining off of his frosty hair, making him look ethereal and even more beautiful than usual. And Marik knew that it was more than just liking, more than just caring. He would never forget Bakura or stop loving him- neither of them would, for that matter- but this was something new and different. Marik reached over and used his fingers to tilt Ryou's face towards him.



"I love you," whispered Marik.



"I love you, too," Ryou responded without hesitation, as if he'd just been waiting for Marik to say it. Ryou then tackled Marik, knocking him onto his back on the sand, and gave him a passionate kiss.



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About a month later, Ryou and Marik were in the middle of one of their extended kissing sessions, and Marik had somehow ended up shirtless again. Ryou was kissing Marik's neck. Then he started moving lower, kissing down his chest, down his stomach, all the way down...Marik's breath hitched when he realized that Ryou was starting to remove the remainder of his clothing. "Oh, Gods, is he going to..." thought Marik.




Apparently, he was. Marik was soon completely naked and gasping at the sensation of the wet heat of Ryou's mouth surrounding his erection. It was immediately obvious that Ryou remembered some of Bakura's tricks, because he knew exactly what to do. Marik was drowning in pleasure, and he didn't want it to end too soon, but the feeling of Ryou's mouth moving over him, his tongue licking all the right places, was far too much for him. With a loud moan, he came much too quickly, and Ryou swallowed all of it with only a little difficulty.



Marik was still breathing heavily when Ryou moved to snuggle up next to him. Marik looked over and noticed that Ryou was looking shy and unsure of himself. "Thank you," whispered Marik, and Ryou smiled in relief. Marik took some time to hold Ryou close and enjoy the afterglow. Then he asked quietly, "Would you like to come?" Ryou blushed deeply and averted his eyes, but he finally managed to squeak out a 'yes.'



In response, Marik began removing Ryou's clothes. As he did, he ran his hands over every inch of Ryou's fair skin, finally able the touch all the places he'd been longing to touch for what seemed an eternity. He placed kisses here and there on Ryou's bare skin, until he looked up and noticed that Ryou was still blushing and looking very shy. "You're beautiful," Marik said softly, and Ryou seemed to relax.



Marik was definitely going to make sure Ryou enjoyed this; there was no doubt about that. But the fact was, now was the perfect time for Marik's long-planned revenge. One of the things that had appealed to him about this scenario originally was the idea of doing things to Ryou that would drive him out of his mind. And that was exactly what he planned on doing.



Marik bent his head and began licking one of Ryou's nipples. He took his time flicking and circling with his tongue, occasionally using his teeth to bite down lightly. Judging by Ryou's strangled gasps, his actions were having the desired effect. He then descended to trail teasing kisses up the inside of Ryou's thighs- first one side, then the other. Wisps of Marik's hair brushed lightly against Ryou's balls, causing him to draw in a shaky breath. Marik knew that Ryou wanted more, but he wasn't ready to give it to him just yet. Instead, he lifted his head and resumed running his hands over Ryou's body, sliding his palms along Ryou's chest and stomach and arms, drinking him in with his fingertips. With Ryou trembling beneath him, he leaned down to kiss him on the lips, and as he did, he finally brought their naked bodies into contact, causing both of them to moan softly into each others' mouths. When the kiss ended, Marik moved to suck at Ryou's neck. Ryou's quick panting affirmed to Marik that he'd succeeded in his goal of driving Ryou crazy with desire.




Finally, Marik dipped his head down to lick the tip of Ryou's erection. However, he was far from done toying with him. He lapped at the head, taking it into his mouth occasionally, but he would not go further. He continued playing with only the tip of Ryou's arousal, licking lightly along the ridge and the frenulum. After several minutes of this treatment, Ryou was writhing and making small sounds of desperation.



"Marik..." Ryou called softly.



"Yes?" said Marik, in mock innocence. Ryou was too shy to say it, but of course Marik knew what he wanted. He finally relented and took Ryou all the way into his mouth...but he did it very slowly, going all the way down and then gradually moving back up. He continued this unhurried pace for a while, wanting to prolong Ryou's torment just a little more.



Finally, Ryou called out, "Marik! Please..."



That was good enough for Marik. Ryou moaned in delight as Marik sped up his motions, using his tongue and his hand in ways that he knew would be very pleasurable for the other boy. It wasn't long before Ryou was crying out as his orgasm hit him.



Afterwards, Marik moved up to kiss Ryou, wanting him to taste himself. Ryou responded eagerly to the kiss.




"Good?" asked Marik.



"Amazing," said Ryou. He was still breathing heavily.



Marik smiled, pulling Ryou close and caressing his back lovingly. Ryou's eyes closed, and eventually his breathing slowed. Marik waited until he knew Ryou was asleep, and then he closed his own eyes and drifted off himself.