Stuck In The Middle With You

CHAPTER FOUR

Duke was nervous. No. Nervous was an understatement.

Duke felt like his head would pop off, his heart would explode and his body would melt into a pile of radioactive decay.

And somehow, all of that seemed safer than pressing his finger against that doorbell. Letting them know he was here.

He shifted his weight to each foot nervously.

Why did he come? Why in the world? Why why why did he come??

“Hey!”

Duke’s head shot up, his stomach dropping. “He-he-hello.” He stuttered, shakily stepping inside the house.

His feet were like lead—‘one foot in front of the other’ he chanted.

“Well come on in.” Malik smiled, pushing Duke inside. He slammed the door shut, reaching for Duke’s arm to pull him up the stairs.

“Hey-hey! Wait a minute!” He clutched onto the doorway of the bedroom of his doom.

“Can’t we talk?” he pleaded.

“Glad you could make it.” he heard Marik speak before two hands wrapped around his waist—effectively yanking him from the door frame.

He stumbled into the darkly lit bedroom staring in fear at the two sets of eyes—firmly locked onto him.

“I just came over to—“ he slowly backed up while the two slowly stepped forward. “To-to say, thank you for the invitation but I-I…”

Marik smirked, Duke’s eyes widening as solid wall met his back. Marik’s arm rested above Duke’s head. He ominously hung over him, eyes slowly trailed down his body.

Duke smiled weakly, chuckling nervously. “So…I’m just going…to…go.”

Marik slowly shook his head, “We want to properly thank you.”

“Even if I don’t want you kind of thank you?” Duke scoffed.

Marik shrugged, “Whether you enjoy it or not?....Yeah…” he smiled.

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Flash forward 7.56 minutes.

He sighed in anguish, looking morosely at the ropes that wound around each wrist and connected to the bed. He pulled half-heartedly, shifting uncomfortably.

He groaned as Malik plopped himself on top of Duke’s stomach, grinning wildly down at his victim.

“Ready?”

“No.”

Malik cocked his head to the side, brows furrowing in confusion. “Do uh—things not work down there?” He asked, lightly tapping on the covered crotch.

Duke’s cheeks turned bright red quickly, wiggling away from the tapping fingers, “Malik!”

“Oh you are for in a lot more than that!” Marik laughed, stepping to stand next to Duke.

Duke looked over, quickly averting his eyes as they were met with Marik’s cock dangling inches from him.

“Oh God!” Duke groaned, shaking his head.

Malik rolled his eyes, sitting next to Duke to strip him. He babbled excuses as his pants were tugged down, mumbled pleas when the underwear disappeared and whined as his shirt was pushed up until it stretched between his forearms, trapped from going farther by the rope.

“That’s better.” Malik smiled, tucking his hair behind each ear as he lowered his mouth to Duke’s crotch.

“Wh-wha-what are you doing??” Duke gasped, trying to pull away.

Malik decided he was tired of answering Duke’s questions, using his tongue to respond instead. He gave a tentative lick to the head, grinning as Duke’s entire body shot up, a startled moan escaping his lips.

Marik watched closely, coming to sit behind Malik and plant soft kisses across his shoulder, his eyes still locked on the other’s mouth as his tongue began to lap at the head.

Malik could feel it beginning to harden as he wrapped a hand at the base. He glanced up at Duke—whose eyes were squeezed tightly shut, breathing quite heavily.

“Still want to leave?” He teased, gently sucking on the tip.

Duke slowly nodded his head, gripping the bed posts.

Malik slowly sank his lips down to the base, pressing his tongue firmly against the sensitive underside. Duke’s hips shot up, groaning as a delicious heat engulfed him.

Marik’s hands drifted down Malik’s back, two running down his crack. Malik lifted up to all fours, moaning around Duke’s cock as two fingers massaged at his entrance, just waiting to push in.

Marik licked them, bringing them back to Malik as one slowly pushed in. He pressed against it, willing it to go deeper as he continued to bob in and out. Duke groaned as Malik’s tongue swirled around the pulsing shaft, lapping and sucking it in alternating patterns of gentle and rough. Marik slowly sank a second finger in, beginning to pump them in and out, they twisted around, softly pressing against his prostate enough to make him cry out before ignoring it again.

The vibrations from Malik’s moans echoed through Duke’s body as his movements became more desperate, sucking harshly that Duke’s groaning became nonstop. Thrashing as his cock throbbed, aching to explode.

“Mo-more.” Malik whimpered, pressing against Marik. The yami shook his head, slowly pulling the fingers out, licking them clean with a bemused smirk.

“Damn it, Marik. Why the hell?” Malik cursed.

“I want you to fuck him.” Marik smirked.

Duke’s eyes widened, “Hey! Don’t I get a say in this?”

But excitement and fear was already racing through Malik, looking back hesitantly at his partner.

“Me?” He gulped, eyes back on Duke’s tied up body. Marik nodded, running his hands over Malik’s hot skin.

“And I’ll take you.” He grinned.

Duke was pretty sure he was hyperventilating as Malik started to line himself up, getting a few practice thrusts in.

Marik walked around, wanting to get a good view before he joined in too. Duke struggled uselessly as Malik slowly pushed in, his face contorted in pleasure and strained control as he pressed himself in to the hilt.

“Oh god…soooo…so good.” Malik looked to his dark, who nodded, stroking himself as he watched his hikari slowly pull out and push back in. Duke was crying out in pain, trying to wiggle away from the giant tree trunk that had been shoved up him unprepared.

“Aw, crap, we didn’t prepare him did we?” Marik laughed.

“Fuck you!” Duke cried, burying his face in his shoulder.

“Sorry, Duke.” Malik sheepishly replied, thrusting in again. Duke was startled when that particular thrust seemed pleasurable…really pleasurable.

“Hit that spot again.” Marik commanded knowingly. Malik nodded, thrusting in harder , delighted when Duke let out a whimpering cry.

“Good.” Marik moaned, letting his fingers run over his cock, feeling it harden again under his touch.

Malik took slow thrusts, overwhelmed with the tight, heated sensation of being inside someone. His fingers gripped Duke’s pale flesh, spreading his legs as he felt Marik’s presence move to behind them. Marik ran his hands up Malik’s backside, grabbing his ass and letting his fingers run over its curves.

“Please Marik.” he whined, pressing against him. Marik pressed himself against the hikari’s entrance, plunging in with a quick thrust. Malik toppled onto Duke with a howl.

“Come on, don’t give in yet.”

“Its…its so hard!” Malik managed, straightening himself up as the three got a steady rhythm.

“It will get better.” Marik whispered into his ear, thrusting himself hard into the boy. Malik and Duke let out desperate cries, Duke feeling it ten-fold as his nerves were struck head on.

“Faster Marik!” Malik pleaded, ramming into Duke as fast and hard as he could—hoping to feel the same thing from his dark. Marik took up the same frantic rhythm, pummeling into Malik’s constricted heat as long as he could, making sure to hit his prostate every time. Gritting his teeth, Malik clung onto any self-control he had left, desperately trying to fight off his climax as long as he could.

“Touch Duke again.” Marik grunted. Malik reached down, taking a hold of Duke’s straining erection.

“Aw fffuck.” Duke cried.

Duke bit his lip as Malik jerked him off at a rapid pace. His body twitched as he felt it build, writhing until he finally exploded with a whimpering cry. Malik practically screamed as the muscles clamped down around him, frantically pounding into Duke until he came deep inside him.

Marik grunted as he came seconds later. Their awkward rhythm lasting only a few more bliss-filled moments before Malik collapsed on top of the dice player. Marik smirked down at the heaving pair, walking around to untie Duke.

“Thanks, Duke.” Marik cheerfully replied.

“I…hate…you…both.” Duke panted.

AN: I guess I lied about finishing this quickly. I totally lost my willpower to write. Sorry guys! But thanks for sticking around. I’ll really try to get back into it with a new chapter of Series of One Shots hopefully before Christmas.