Love Lies

A Touch too Much

*If you've got love in your sights

Watch out, love bites

Malik frantically fisted the bed sheets. He clenched them so tightly that his knuckles went white.
His nails pierced the thin material, ripping it more and more with every jerking movement he
made. His hips involuntarily began to thrust upwards, begging Ryou’s mouth for more.

“Ryou...... feels.. so fucking good! Gods!” Malik whimpered as Ryou deep throated him
hungrily.

Ryou wrapped his hand around Malik’s shaft and began to stroke it in rhythm with motion of his
mouth. He opened his eyes and looked up at his writhing new love.

Malik was losing control. Ryou could see it. He could feel it. He could almost taste it. Malik’s
manhood throbbed within the warmth of Ryou’s mouth. His body was screaming for more. Ryou
wasn’t about to deny Malik’s needs.

“Don’t stop...please Ryou.....I love this” Malik begged.

Ryou slowly kissed his way up Malik’s naked body and up to his lips.

He stared down into Malik’s lust-filled eyes.

“Please touch me?” Ryou ask softly.

Malik bit his lip. He brought his arms around Ryou’s back and held him like he was his life line.

“You make me so hot...fuck!”

Ryou scrunched up his nose devilishly and growled. He looked at Malik with the face of an
angel smiling with sin.

Marik couldn’t resist much longer. Bakura’s hikari was just too hot for him to pass up. Through
Malik’s eyes, he could almost see a little of Bakura in Ryou. There was that aura of uncertainty
in looming in the air. What was he going to do next? Go in for the kill, or become the prey
himself? Bakura played that game oh so well. Marik loved to hate that game. The thrill of not
knowing what to expect next lit his senses on fire.

Ryou carried himself in the same perplexing demeanor as Bakura. Marik just had to know what
he was like.

//Malik-Let me take over......please//

Malik closed his eyes as Ryou feathered teasing kisses down his chest.

//Not now Marik...I’m busy!// Malik growled at his yami.

//I promise I’ll behave? Will that help?// Marik ask desperately.

Malik started to chuckle.

//Go play with your rod and leave me alone//

//WELL! I NEVER..........!// Marik exclaimed, causing Malik to laugh.

Ryou stopped kissing Malik’s stomach and looked up at him curiously.

“What’s so funny?”

Malik shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“I think my yami has a crush on you.”

Ryou raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Is that so?”

//NO!// Bakura yelled through their link.

Ryou grinned mischievously as he contemplated what Malik had told him.

//No Ryou! Don’t be a fool! Marik will hurt you!// Bakura scolded him emphatically.

//Yeah? So? Your point is???// Ryou replied back casually.

//Fuck Ryou! Have you lost your mind! I can’t let you do this!// Bakura seemed frantic, like he
was protecting him from something. Ryou kept his cool though.

//If I think he’s going to far I’ll tell you. Than you can take it from there, okay? Let me try this.//

//Fucken, jeez, you Ra-damn idiot. Fine. Don’t come crying to me if he gives you worse
nightmares than I do though!//

“Ryou?”

Ryou looked up and was stunned for a moment when he came eye to eye with Marik. His eyes
were different than Malik’s, dark purple orbs smoldering with lust. He wasn’t smiling, but he
wasn’t frowning. His look was somewhere in the middle love and hate.

“Marik” Ryou replied once he regained his composure.

“Talking with..heh...Bakura?” Marik ask tauntingly.

Ryou nervously nodded his head as the yami sat up and gazed at him.

“M’hm” Ryou said with an edge in his voice.

Marik reached over and took Ryou by his shoulders. His touch was firm, but not enough to hurt
Ryou.

“I’ll take it easy on you, kid.”

Ryou chuckled nervously. There was something about the look on Marik’s face that sent chills
coursing through his body.

Marik pushed Ryou back onto the bed and pinned him to the mattress.

Ryou whimpered quietly. He closed his eyes and tried to think back to his encounter with Bakura
in his soul room. He remembered the look in Bakura’s eyes.

Pain and suffering. With a lover like Marik, it was no wonder.

Marik took Ryou’s cheek into his hand and pulled him into a strong kiss. Ryou moaned as
Marik’s tongue passed through the barrier of their lips.

“Mmm....”

Marik slowly pulled away from the kiss and looked at Ryou with amusement.

“Ryou, do you know what you’re in for?”

Ryou nodded his head.

“I think so.”

Marik lips twisted into a sadistic smile.

“Are you scared?”

The menacing look on Marik’s face unnerved Ryou. He swallowed hard.

“A little”

Marik reached up and ran his fingers through Ryou’s hair comfortingly. He nodded his head.

“I’ll try to make this quick..... for you.”

Marik licked his finger and slowly inserted into Ryou’s entrance. Ryou tensed up as he found the
intrusion more painful than he anticipated.

“Owe..fuck......” He whimpered as Marik stretched him, ripping the sensitive area.

Marik covered Ryou’s mouth with his own to try to distract him as he inserted a second finger.

Ryou’s body trembled uncontrollably. Sweat began to bead up on his forehead.

When he felt Ryou was ready, Marik removed his digits. He grinned with sadistic satisfaction as
he ran his bloody fingers down Ryou’s cheek.

“Get on all fours” he said firmly.

Ryou obediently turned around and assumed the position Marik requested.

Marik ran his fingertips down Ryou’s back.

Ryou quivered with anticipation.

Marik gripped Ryou’s hips and forced himself roughly inside of him in one swift movement.

Ryou cried out in pain. Tears came to his eyes, but he didn’t abdicate control to Bakura as Marik
slammed into him ferociously.

“Gods.. so tight......fuck yeah, Ryou!” Marik growled between clenched teeth.

Ryou bit right through his bottom lip. Tears mixed with blood soaked into the pillow below.
Marik grabbed a fist full of Ryou’s hair and jerked his head violently off of the pillow. Ryou
kept his eyes closed.

“Look at me!” Marik hissed evilly.

//Bakura.......you were right.....make it stop.......please.....// Ryou said faintly through his mind
link.

//With pleasure.......//

Bakura slowly opened his eyes. He reached up and yanked his hair free from Marik’s grasp.

“What do you think you’re doing, Ishtar?”

Marik grinned with amusement as he pulled out.

“I seem to recall fucking your hikari. Why are you here?”

Bakura linked his leg around Marik’s and flipped him over. Bakura was now on top of Marik.

He pinned Marik’s wrists to the mattress held him down.

“Did you think you could sodomize my hikari so forcefully without me taking control? You’re
more foolish than I thought!”

Marik just laughed.

Bakura leaned over and nipped at Marik’s jaw.

“Marik.....this isn’t right. We need to let Ryou and Malik get to know each other better.”

Marik tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

“But....I need.....”

Bakura placed his finger over Marik’s lips.

“Shhh.....no buts. They deserve to enjoy their first time together. We can have our fun after they
fall asleep.”

Marik whined in protest.

“Bakura! ...grrrr....oh fine.” He grunted reluctantly. Bakura smiled triumphantly. He leaned over
and pressed his lips against the Egyptian’s.

As he pulled away, he saw Malik staring up at him with wide, confused eyes.

Bakura lowered his head, and when he looked up, Ryou had control of their body.

“Ryou? Are you alright? I saw what Marik did to you.........I’m sorry.”

Ryou smirked cattishly.

“I’m fine Malik.....don’t be sorry. I’m not as weak as most people think.”

“I’m starting to see that” Malik nodded.

“Now where were we?” Ryou said thoughtfully. He reached down and squeezed Malik’s shaft.

“Oh, yes, I remember now.......”

Ryou scrunched up his nose and growled.

Malik started to laugh as Ryou buried his face in Malik’s neck and began to nip at the tan flesh.

“Gods Ryou......I love you.”

Ryou wrapped his arms around Malik and smiled.

“I love you too....Malik Ishtar.”

Tears came to Malik’s eyes as he looked up at Ryou.

“Take me Ryou.......It’s only fair.”

Ryou took a deep breath and nodded his head. He reached up and ran his fingertips along
Malik’s lips. Malik took hold of Ryou’s hand and sucked on his fingers. Ryou closed his eyes
and threw his head back. Malik reached over and began stroking Ryou’s throbbing manhood.

Ryou thrust himself into Malik’s touch.

“Mmm....Malik......so good.” he moaned.

Malik removed Ryou’s digits from his mouth slowly. He guided Ryou’s hand downward.

Ryou knew what Malik was hinting at. He moved back and kneeled between Malik’s legs.

“I’ll try not to hurt you. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

Malik closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths.

“I’m ready”

Ryou nodded and slowly pressed his finger inside of Malik.

Malik didn’t tense up.

Ryou inserted another finger.

Malik continued to keep himself calm.

Ryou gently prepared Malik before he went any further. Malik rocked his hips in rhythm with
Ryou’s motions.

Once Malik was stretched, Ryou removed his fingers and replaced them with something a bit
larger. A quite a bit larger actually. Malik finally winced. His muscles gripped around Ryou’s
shaft.

Ryou remained still a few moments to allow Malik enough time to adjust.

“Ready?”

Malik nodded his head. Ryou slowly began to thrust himself in and out of Malik. Their bodies
quickly started moving to the rhythm of their heartbeats. Ryou couldn’t hold back any longer,
and neither could Malik. They both screamed the others name into their release.

Ryou collapsed on top of Malik breathing irregularly.

“Wow” he managed to get out.

Malik nodded his head.

“You said it”

Ryou curled up against Malik’s chest and purred contentedly. Malik held Ryou close.

“Malik” Ryou asked softly.

“Yeah Ryou?”

Ryou started to chuckle.

“I hope I didn’t screw up your nap too much.”

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Isis gently dabbed peroxide onto Tristan’s cuts. Tristan cringed.

“Owe! That hurts!”

Isis pulled her hand away.

“I’m sorry......I don’t know what gets into my brother.”

Tristan rolled his eyes.

“I’m glad he’s gone. He’s caused nothing but problems for us anyway.”

Isis shrugged her shoulders as she opened up a bandage.

“I don’t think Malik’s to blame for everything. I feel bad about him leaving on such bad terms.”

Tristan flinched as Isis pressed the bandage against his forehead

“Fuck baby, not so rough!” he whined

Isis got up and started walking away.

“Fine, do it yourself than.” She snapped as she left the room. Tristan instinctively got up and
followed her.

Holding the bandage firmly against his head, he walked into the kitchen.

Isis was standing in front of the sink looking out the window.

Tristan walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Isis? Can I ask you something?”

Isis nodded her head, but continued to stare outside.

“Are you........mad at me?”

Isis took a deep breath.

“No Tristan. I’m not mad.”

Tristan sighed with relief.

“Thank you Isis, you’re the best. I love you so much.”

He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Isis bit her bottom lip.

“Tristan? There is something you should know.”

Tristan cocked his head.

“Uh-oh......this can’t be good.”

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*this epigraph is taken from the song “Love Bites” by Def Leppard. I thought it fit in to the
chapter quite well;-) I don’t own the copyrights to it though. (I’d be living in Malibu if I did)