the new guy

A/N: sorry it took me so fucking long to update I’ve been under a lot of stress lately. With my brother’s funeral, sl stl starting, finding a job, and having to move writing has been the last g ong on my long list of things to do.
Thanks to those who have reviewed my attempt at a good story!

Warnings & Disclaimer: same as in the first chapter

Yami got so caught up in his work and thoughts that he didn’t hear the bell ring dismissing school. Marik sat on Yami’s desk and waved a hand in front of his face. Yami looked up slightly puzzled.
“Where did every body go?” he asked.
“They all went home for the day. We’re the only one’s left in the class room.” Marik replied.
Marik slid onto Yami’s lap and tugged him closer by his collar. Yami stared at his talented lover and smiled.
“Well are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna kiss me?” Marik asked.
Yami’s hands tangled into Marik’s hair pulling him even closer. Yami pressed a hungry kiss to his lover’s lips. Marik growled and opened his lover’s mouth to deepen the kiss. His hands ghosted down Yami’s chest and pinched his nipples before continuing their journey south. Yami’s hands released Marik’s hair and slid under his shirt to play with his sensitive nipples. Marik broke the kiss to breath.
“Gotta make the short Pharaoh the clean up crew should be making their rounds very soon. I for one don’t want to get caught by them again.” He said.
Yami nodded his agreement and gasped when Marik’s warm soft fingers closed around his aching cock. He groaned and his head fell back in pleasure. Marik attacked the offered neck and stroked Yami harder while building a steady rhythm. Yami bucked and gasped when Marik’s other hand reached in and massaged his balls. He thrusted two more times stiffened and screamed his release into Marik’s mouth when he kissed him.

Rip walked home the long way in hope that his mom would drive by and pick him up. Halfway home he remembered that she wouldn’t be home until 6:20. He walked up the steps and fished around in all of his pockets for his key. He then rummaged around in his pack and still couldn’t find it. Rip sat on the front porch pulled out a notebook and started his five-page report on himself. It was 6:05 when had finished the rough draft and hid History homework. Rip had just finished his Biology homework when his mom pulled into the driveway.
“Hey hon’ what are you doing out side this late?” She asked.
“I couldn’t find my house key ma’.” He replied.
His mother smiled and pulled his key chain out of her pocket. Rip looked at his key then his mother. They both started laughing. After a few minutes they calmed down and Rip got his key. His mother went inside as he went to pick up his things. He heard a scrend rnd ran into the house only to find his mother on the floor cowering on the floor in fear. Looking around he found a large butcher knife embedded in the wall over his mother’s head and slightly to the left. There was a note taped to the handle that read ‘The Reaper Will Be PUNNISHED!!’
“RASHIM ISHTAR PATTERSON! What kind of trouble have you gotten your self into now?” his mother shouted.
“Look Ma’ this has nothing to do with where we stayed before we moved. I swear, I got into a small argument with some kid at school and embarrassed him in front of his friends. I‘ll apologize first thing tomorrow morning alright.” He said.
His mother nodded and got up not quite believing what her son told her. Rip took the knife, his pack, and the note back to his half unpacked room. He sat down on his bed and studied the note a little closer. He realized that it had been written in fresh blood. Rip laid back and thought of the white haired boy whose back he’d almost torn to shreds.