Blackwater Indiscretions

And here we have the beginning of day two. Quite a race so far, don'tcha think?
A/N : I want to give special thanks to Dabin for the grande assist on this chapter.


Chapter 5

A loud knock drew Marik’s attention. He turned off the television and sat the remote on the coffee table before standing up and unlocking and opening the door. “Hey Yami, Ryou. Come on in.”

The pair stepped inside. “Where’s Yugi?” Yami asked, looking around.

“Bakura picked him up about fifteen minutes ago. He’s going to drop Malik off at your place.”

“Shit,” Yami said. “I’d better get back.” He pulled Ryou into a hug. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Ryou smiled softly. “Bye, Yami.”

“See you Monday, Marik,” Yami called as he left the apartment.

“Yeah, see you.” Marik closed the door and turned to Ryou. “Want something to drink?”

“No thanks,” Ryou replied, toeing off his shoes and setting them next to Marik’s.

The older teen led the way to the sofa and they sat down. “So how was your night with Yami?”

Ryou blushed slightly. “It was fine,” he said. “How is Yugi? You didn’t scar him, did you?”

Marik chuckled. “Not too badly.”

The pale teen looked around at the evident cleanliness of the Egyptian’s space. “You know,” he said. “It always amazes me that this place isn’t a sloppy dump every time I come over.”

“Yugi said something very similar yesterday,” Marik laughed. “I don’t know why you guys have such a low opinion of me.”

“Oh come on, Marik,” Ryou snickered, pushing him playfully. “Remember who cleans up Bakura’s house after you and Malik spend the weekend.”

“I just do that to piss him off,” the bronzed teen retorted.

“Like he cares,” Ryou mused, “He would sleep in his own filth if it wasn’t for me.”

“How much do you charge?” Marik questioned laughing even harder.

“You couldn’t afford me,” Ryou responded, his confidence at an all-time high.

Marik leaned back, his gaze traveling quizzically over his companion. “Is there is something different about you?” he asked curiously.

“Me? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Can’t put my finger on it, you just seem different.”

“I’m just me,” the younger teen answered with an upturned eyebrow.

Marik paused for a moment, trying to place the difference. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, just me,” Ryou responded. He couldn’t figure out what Marik was getting at. The only thing different was that he’d slept with Yami. But the Egyptian already knew that.

“Earth to Ryou!?” Marik said with a smile.

“Huh?” Ryou snapped back to the present. “Earth? What are you talking about?”

“Damn that must have been one hell of a night to have you all wishy washy like this,” the older teen said with a laugh.

“It was okay. Why, are you worried?”

“Worried? Why should I worry? Was Yami THAT good?”

“He was good,” Ryou confirmed. “How was Yugi?”

Marik grinned. “Truthfully?” Ryou nodded. “He surprised me. He was a lot more open than I expected he would be.”

“Oh? How so?”

The older teen shrugged. “I just expected him to be a lot shier than he was.”

Ryou thought of his encounter with Yami. He himself hadn’t been all that reserved either. In fact he’d been downright brazen in his actions. Bakura would have had him suspended from the ceiling wearing his cock ring for two hours if he’d behaved that way in their bedroom. “I think I might have surprised Yami, too,” he admitted.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

A slow blush crept over Ryou’s cheeks. “I was sort of…bold.”

Marik raised an eyebrow. “Are you not usually?”

“Hell no,” Ryou replied quickly. “Bakura’s always in charge.”

“Heh. That’s Bakura for you,” Marik confirmed.

A questioning look made its way across Ryou’s face. “Who is in control with you and Malik?”

Marik stopped for a moment before getting up and moving through the apartment and to the refrigerator. “Are you hungry?” Marik asked.

“Don’t change the subject,” Ryou called back.

“I’m not, I’m starving,” Marik responded, inadvertently adding to the suspense.

“Yes, I’m hungry now answer the question,” Ryou pushed.

“Ginger beef with rice sound good?” Marik asked.

“Yeah that sounds good but can you cook?” the younger teen stabbed back.

“I can burn yours if you’d like.”

“Um, figured you would burn it all,” Ryou said laughing.

Ryou got up and joined the Egyptian in the kitchen, watching as Marik pulled two small vacuum sealed bags of marinated beef out of the fridge and placed them on the counter. He marveled at how organized Marik really was and how neat his living space.

Marik, continuing his preparation, looked over his shoulder at the younger teen. “Neither of us is in control,” he said.

“What?” Ryou asked confused.

“We both take charge,” Marik elaborated. “He is in charge of himself and I am in charge of me.”

“I don’t understand,” Ryou said, confused.

“I am here to get mine he is here to get his. It isn’t my responsibility to get his for him and he’s not going to get mine for me.” He peeked into the rice cooker with a trained eye.

“But how can that be?” Ryou asked. “Doesn’t someone have to be in control?”

“Why?”

“Cause that’s how it is,” the pale teen replied simply. “That’s just how it is supposed to be.”

Marik could hear distress in the younger teen’s voice as he tried to understand. Unfortunately he just didn’t have the experience to comprehend. Shaking his head, he went to the cabinet and pulled out the required dishes and quickly set the table.

Ryou raised an eyebrow as he looked over the place settings. It looked like something one would see in a gourmet restaurant. “Are you showing off for me?”

“What do you mean?” Marik asked, adjusting the temperature of the burners.

“You’re so neat and organized. It’s just weird.”

The blonde had to laugh at that one. “No, I’m not always this way.”

Ryou watched as Marik mounded the rice in a bowl making an almost perfect semicircle. He then dished out the Ginger beef on a plate and wiped down the edge where some of the sauce had drizzled. He smiled at the younger teen as he placed the plated food on the table between them.

“Okay, I have to ask,” Ryou burst forth, his eyes trained on the immaculate dish. “Have you always been like this?”

“Well in Egypt my father was in the military,” Marik explained. “He enjoyed the discipline and thought I’d benefit from it as well.”

Ryou began to eat, his attention entirely on the bronzed teen.

“We had set times on when and how to eat, how the house should look, when to get up…hell there was a time for everything except sex,” Marik finished.

“Sex?” Ryou repeated.

“Talk of sex or dates was not allowed in the house or around my father,” the older teen said. He stopped to reflect for a moment. “Had to figure that out on my own,” he added with a smile and a wink.

Ryou smiled back. “So does your sex life reflect such conformity?”

Marik’s glass paused in mid-air. “Not fucking likely. You and Malik are best friends. Hasn’t he mentioned anything?”

“Not really,” the pale teen admitted. “We usually talk about Bakura and me.”

Marik rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Malik sort of has a thing for him.”

Ryou raised his eyebrows. “He does?”

“Yep. He’s afraid to let me fuck the shit out of him but thinks Bakura could.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

The Egyptian shrugged. “Not really. It’s not what I’m into.”

Ryou grinned. “What are you into?”

“All kinds of shit,” Marik replied around a mouthful of rice.

“Like what?”

The older teen smiled. “Finish your lunch and you’ll see.”

Ryou wore a puzzled expression. “This is getting mysterious.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, it’s not that much of a mystery,” Marik laughed. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Ryou was curious but did as he was told, quieting down yet still rolling it over in his mind. As soon as he was finished eating Marik stood up and cleared their plates, rinsing them off and stacking them carefully into the dishwasher. He then went to the refrigerator and pulled out a large plastic container. “What’s that?” the pale teen asked.

Marik smiled and set the dish in front of his guest. “Cake,” he replied. “I made it on Thursday after school.”

Ryou’s eyes widened and he smiled. “You bake, too?”

The blonde chuckled. “Yes, I bake.” He pulled the lid off of the container and set it aside, kneeling in front of the surprised teen. He ran one tanned finger through the whipped topping and held it to Ryou’s lips.

Dark eyes met lavender as Ryou leaned forward, parting his lips before slowly closing them around the older teen’s offering and pulling back, frosting in tow.

A shudder ran through the older teen at the sensation of Ryou’s soft mouth drawing over his calloused flesh. He coated his finger again, this time spreading the frosting over the pale teen’s lips. Before Ryou could react he leaned in, running his tongue through the sticky substance before closing his mouth over Ryou’s and cleaning him thoroughly.

Ryou’s eyes fell closed at Marik’s gentle suction. Marik pulled back as swiftly as he’d started. Capturing more frosting on his fingers the older teen drew a slow line across the younger teens face. Ryou wasn’t sure what to think but it didn’t matter as his body was drawing its own conclusions.

As Marik slowly licked the frosting from Ryou he unbuttoned his own shirt. Leaving a little frosting where it lay he then leaned back and spread a little across his own chest. Ryou leaned in and hesitatingly started to lick the frosting from the older teen’s flesh.

Marik released a contented sigh, his clean hand coming to rest on the back of Ryou’s head, silently urging him on.

The pale teen, having methodically cleaned the older boy’s skin, sat up and took a bit of the frosting from the cake into his hand. He then slowly spread it on the older teens nipples, watching as the expression on Marik’s face went from surprise to bliss.

Marik slowly slid his hand down his stomach to the ever growing bulge in his pants. Ryou watched as he unbuttoned his pants, providing easier access to slide his bronzed hand inside, feeling himself growing more aroused as he watched the older boy shift to remove his pants, exposing an impressive erection.

Ryou blinked a few times, clearing his head before leaning down, running his tongue over one of the blonde’s nipples. He could feel Marik’s hand moving against his stomach as the blonde pleasured himself with no regard for modesty or morality.
Feeling the tightening in his own slacks, Ryou reached down with his free hand and lowered his zipper, easing some of the pressure. He felt Marik’s hands against his shoulders and sat back long enough to allow the blonde to unbutton his shirt and slide it off his pale shoulders.

Marik then relieved himself of his own shirt and smiled at the bare-chested teen between his legs. “Now this is a sight I like,” he commented.

“What do you mean?” Ryou asked, his eyes trained on the Egyptian’s straining member and the slow movement up and down of Marik’s hand on it.

“Just this. You between my legs staring at my dick as though it were a four course meal.”

Splashes of pink graced Ryou’s cheeks but he just smiled back and gestured to Marik’s erection. “Do you mind?” he asked.

Marik shook his head and released himself. “By all means.”

Ryou carefully took hold of the base of Marik’s cock and leaned down, running his tongue along the underside, drawing a low hiss from the older boy. When he reached the tip he opened his mouth and swallowed down half of its length.

“Oh fucking hell, Ryou,” Marik ground out, holding the sides of his seat in an iron grip.

Ryou pulled back and turned seemingly virtuous eyes on the blonde. “What?”

Had his body been designed for it Marik would have growled. “That feels fucking good, that’s what.”

The pale teen smiled. “Then you want me to continue?”

Marik responded the only way he knew how. He linked his fingers behind Ryou’s head and pulled the boy’s mouth back down to his cock, pleased when he was met with no resistance.

Ryou forced his throat to relax, impaling his mouth on Marik’s penis, jamming it further and further down his throat till his nose met with the soft patch of blonde curls at its base.

“Oh gods,” Marik managed to get out. He brought one foot between Ryou’s legs and rubbed gently at the bulge he knew would be there.

Ryou pulled away from Marik’s now glistening erection. “Would you like to see me touch myself?” he asked, an innocent look on his face.

“Oh hell yes,” Marik replied, coaxing Ryou’s head back into its suckling position.

The younger teen wriggled out of his pants before settling into an alternating rhythm of licking and sucking. One hand traveled easily to his own manhood and started stroking in time with the action of his mouth.

Marik could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock. “You’re gonna make me come, Ryou,” he said huskily. He felt Ryou nod and placed one hand on the boy’s forehead, drawing him off of his cock, which he grasped in one bronzed hand and began pumping furiously.

Ryou caught on immediately. “Do it, Marik,” he begged. “Come in my face.” He leaned into the Egyptian’s hand and opened his mouth, eager to claim his prize.

As if on command Marik arched his back and released a ferocious load, jet after jet of pearlescent fluid shooting forth, effectively coating Ryou’s face and dripping down his chin, onto his chest.

“Put it back in your mouth,” Marik commanded, sex dripping in his husky voice. “I want you to taste me.”

Ryou continued to stroke himself as he again accepted the older teen’s twitching member. Marik’s candid sensuality caused his cock to swell further and he pumped faster, desperate to relieve some of the ache that had been steadily building.

The remnants of the fierce orgasm still shuddered through Marik’s limbs as he watched the teen put his all into sucking him clean. He couldn’t take his eyes from the sight of his come splattered over that pale face. “You’re so fucking sexy, Ryou,” he announced suddenly.

Ryou smiled up at him, continuing with the task he’d been assigned.

Marik reached down and grasped the boy’s arm, drawing him to his feet. “Come here,” he said, pulling him onto his lap.

Ryou straddled the older teen, gasping as his erection brushed against Marik’s stomach. “Marik, shit,” he whispered breathlessly.

Marik placed his hands on either side of his lover’s pale cheeks and drew him close. His tongue slithered through parted lips to catch a pool of his own semen, kept warm by the flush of Ryou’s skin. He could feel the younger teen’s throbbing member rubbing against him. “Mmm, I taste good,” Marik said with confidence.

“Yes you do,” Ryou responded, offering his come splattered mouth while grinding himself against the older teen.

Marik didn’t hesitate, leaning in to capture his lover’s lips with his own. His hands traveled down to settle on the firm globes of Ryou’s ass, pulling him closer, eager for more contact as well as gaining leverage. After a moment he stood up, lifting the teen with him. He didn’t go far. Instead he carefully sank to his knees, leaning forward and lying Ryou down on the floor. He adjusted himself until he was facing the teen’s prominent erection.

“Marik, yes,” Ryou whispered upon seeing the blonde’s intention.

The Egyptian opened his mouth and buried the teen’s member all the way in his throat. He could feel Ryou trembling beneath him and smiled to himself. He knew it wouldn’t take long.

“Oh gods…Marik…so good.” Ryou’s head rolled back and forth over the immaculate carpet, his hands scrambling over it for purchase. “Marik, shit, I’m gonna come.”

Marik sat back and grasped the younger boy’s manhood, stroking it swiftly. “Fuck yeah, Ryou, come now.”

“Gods…Marik…” Ryou stuttered. A fraction of a second later he exploded, raining droplets of semen over his stomach and Marik’s chest. “…MARIK…”

“Shit, Ry...So fucking hot…”

When Marik had milked the last drop from him Ryou’s limbs twitched and his stomach clenched for a moment before he felt himself relax completely. “That was so…” he managed.

“Indeed,” Marik replied, his tongue lapping at Ryou’s offering. “I didn’t know you were so vocal.”

“Neither did I,” Ryou admitted. “I guess you just bring it out in me.”

Marik smiled, nuzzling the teen’s slippery cock. “I’m glad. I like to know you’re enjoying what I’m doing.”

“I do,” Ryou replied. He reached for Marik’s arm and drew the older boy up to lie next to him. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“You know how you said that Malik has a thing for Bakura?”

“Uh huh,” Marik replied, his thumb brushing over pale lips.

“Well I sort of admitted to him that I wanted to sleep with you.”

Marik raised his eyebrows. “Is that right?” Ryou nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Are you kidding? Bakura would have had my ass on a platter.”

Marik nodded. He knew his best friend wouldn’t have appreciated the news. “Well, you have me now,” he said.

Ryou nodded, his expression serious. “Marik?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we do this again sometime?”

Marik smiled. “I wouldn’t complain. Though next time I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

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There you have it! I want to take the chance here to thank all of you who have reviewed. I really do appreciate every bit of feedback I get on this story as it is not my usual style. Thank you! Next up we have Bakura/Yugi!