Blackwater Indiscretions

Come on, do you really think I own it?? Not a chance. heh

For Naria. Thanks for all of your kind words :).

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Yami drove through the streets of Domino with mounting hesitation. Truthfully he was about ten minutes from backing out of the challenge entirely. Just knowing that his little Yugi was at this moment with a beast like Bakura was almost enough to make him turn the car around and drive right to his friend’s house to claim his boyfriend.

Instead he pressed on, deciding to worry instead about himself for once. Sure he’d told Ryou that he didn’t care whether or not he won the competition and this much was true. Still, no one wants to be made a fool of. And that was exactly what he expected to happen when Malik and he slept together.

There was no way he could keep up with someone like Malik. With Ryou it was different. There was another side to the white haired teen that Bakura had just suppressed. With Malik there was no other side. What was visible is what there was. A very experienced teen whose bedroom finesse likely outdid his own.

What resolve he had left nearly crumbled when he pulled into his parking space to see the teen in question leaning against a fire hydrant in front of his spot, an overnight bag tossed haphazardly at his feet. It was all Yami could do to shut off the engine and get out of the car.

“Hey, Yami,” Malik said casually, bending over to pick up his bag.

“Hello, Malik. How are you?”

Malik smiled. “Pretty damn good. You?”

“Fine,” Yami replied. “Let’s go inside. Are you hungry?”

“Not really,” the blonde shrugged. “Bakura and I ate before he dropped me…what?”

Yami blinked. “Malik, what happened to your face?” he asked.

Malik’s hand instinctively went to his cheek. Bakura had wanted to bandage it after he’d cleaned it but the blonde had shrugged him off, not wanting to draw attention. “It’s no big deal,” he said casually. “I’ve already cleaned it and it stopped bleeding last night.”

Yami continued walking toward his apartment. “Bakura?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah,” Malik replied. “But it’s okay. We had a good time.”

Yami shook his head. He’d never understand his pale friend’s peculiar tastes. Finally they reached the door and Yami unlocked it, stepping aside so Malik could enter. He then entered and followed Malik’s lead in taking off his shoes. “Do you want to sit down?”

The blonde flopped down on the loveseat. “So how are you holding up?” he asked knowingly.

“I’m out of it,” Yami said, much to even his own surprise. He sat down on the sofa.

“Out?” Malik repeated. “What are you talking about?”

There was no going back now. “This just isn’t me, Malik,” the older teen tried to explain. “Maybe in another life I could have been the type of man who would enjoy swapping partners, pain, domination…bloodletting. But not now.”

Malik raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t aware that Yami had been against the idea. “Why the fuck did you agree to it then?”

Now was the time to come clean. “Mostly for Yugi,” he said. “But also I wanted to talk to Ryou.”

“Ryou? What for?”

“Let’s just say that he and I had a good night and leave it at that.”

Malik wrinkled his brow in thought. Suddenly the light bulb went off. “You have it for Ryou!” he accused.

“No, I don’t,” Yami stated. “But I respect him. A lot more than Bakura does.”

“So you had a good time with him. Why do you want out then? Is it me?”

Yami scoffed. “I’m sorry, Malik but I can’t be the kind of lover that you obviously require. I’m not going to call you names or scar you permanently.”

The blonde began laughing. “I couldn’t picture you doing that even if I tried!” he exclaimed.

“I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“The whole point of this weekend, in my opinion anyway, is to try new things. If you were just like Marik or Bakura there really wouldn’t be any point would there?”

Yami shrugged. “I guess not.”

Malik nodded. “There,” he said matter-of-factly. “That’s settled. You’re still in the race. Let’s fuck.”

The older teen opened his mouth. Then closed it. “Wha-what?”

Malik chuckled, rolling off of the love seat and crawling over to the sofa, coming to rest on his knees between Yami’s legs. “Relax, Yami. I won’t bite you.”

Yami looked at the teen in his lap. Malik’s chest was pressed to his own and his tanned arms were sliding between him and the back of the couch. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Let me ask you something,” the blonde interrupted.

“What?”

“Since you’ve already written me into some kind of masochistic stereotype in your head why don’t you tell me what kind of lover YOU require?”

Yami blinked. He’d never thought of that before. “Someone who needs me I suppose. Someone whom I can trust.”

“Damn, Yami, could you be any more boring?”

The older teen took offense to that. “Look you arrogant little fuck. My sex life was just fine until your bastard of a boyfriend came up with this stupid idea in the first place.”

“Hey it’s not my fault if your libido can’t handle some healthy competition.”

“I can handle it fine, thank you very much. But I won’t lower myself to the ranks of you freaks just to get myself off. I don’t require the added stimulation. I can perform without props.”

Malik’s eyebrows shot up. “Freaks? What the hell does that mean?”

“You probably can’t perform without the threat of violence looming over you,” Yami answered with a roll of his eyes.

The blonde shook his head. “You just think you’ve got all the answers, don’t you? You think you’re so high above everyone else. Well let me tell YOU something, Yami. Your ‘innocent’ little boyfriend is right now likely getting the shit fucked out of him by one of us ‘freaks’! And if what Yugi has told me in the past holds true he’s probably loving every minute of it!”

Yami couldn’t speak. Anger like nothing he’d ever experienced clouded his mind. He glared down at the bronzed teen with the look of a possessed serial killer. “Malik,” he managed. “Shut the fuck up.”

A hint of surprise danced within Malik’s lilac eyes though he kept it to himself. He’d never seen Yami like this. He liked it. “Kiss me,” he whispered huskily.

Yami’s rage gave way to shock. “What?”

“Kiss me,” Malik said again, pulling Yami impossibly closer. He leaned up and claimed the older boy’s lips as one hand crept from its place on Yami’s back to rest between his legs.

Yami inhaled sharply when Malik gave his groin a little squeeze. He didn’t understand it. One minute they were fighting and now…

Without breaking contact with Yami’s lips Malik managed to straddle the older teen’s lap and began a slow rocking rhythm with his hips, grinding his crotch against Yami’s.

Malik’s mouth was hypnotic. The part of Yami that thought he should step back and look at this situation objectively was drowned out by the wanton act being played out on his lap.

Which is exactly what Malik was aiming for. The competition could rot in hell for all he cared. Now there was something else on the line. Showing the older teen what a ‘freak’ was capable of. “Fuck, Yami, you’re making my dick so hard,” he purred, breaking away from the older teen’s lips. The statement wasn’t an embellishment. His prick was steadily swelling and straining against his pants.

A low moan found its way past Yami’s lips and his head fell back onto the sofa. He knew there was something he should be angry about damned if he could remember what it was.

Malik wasn’t about to give it time to resurface. He rose onto his knees, effectively pressing his groin into Yami’s chest, and practically touched noses with the older teen. “Let me take off your pants,” he whispered huskily. “I want to suck you off.”

Crimson eyes widened. Sure he’d heard similar phrases uttered by men in the pornographic profession but never in real life and certainly never directed at him. Instead of embarrassing himself with an inadequate reply he simply nodded.

Malik growled low in his throat and brought his lips down hard on Yami’s, plundering the older boy’s mouth with his tongue and leaving them both gasping for air at its conclusion.

Yami’s breath hitched in his throat as Malik climbed off of his lap and again knelt between his legs. The look of playfulness that his face held before however was gone, replaced by eyes clouded with need and lips swollen and moist from the savage kiss.

“Lift up, Yami,” Malik instructed, tugging down the zipper of the teen’s pants. He released the button from its confinement and carefully pulled them off, along with the white cotton underwear that caused him to smile. He dropped the bundle on the floor behind him and stared openly at his prize. “How do you like it?” he asked, eyes twinkling.

Yami cleared his throat. “…I don’t know…”

“Aw, come on,” Malik purred, gripping the hardened member at its base. “How does Yugi do it?”

Surprisingly the statement didn’t bother the older teen as he thought it would. “Slow,” he revealed. “He’s very…careful.”

Malik raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to be…careful? Or do you want me to swallow it all so that my chin is resting on your balls?” He felt the organ grow impossibly harder under his fingers. “You like that thought, Yami?”

Ignoring the pull of his habitual inhibitions the teen nodded. “Yeah…”

Prolonging the anticipation, Malik leaned down and licked tentatively, almost unsurely, at the head of Yami’s cock. He was rewarded with a low hiss that trailed into a sigh. “Shit, Yami, who knew you were sporting such a monster under your jeans,” he said wonderingly.

Yami didn’t know how to reply to such a compliment. He hated to admit it, but he was flying blind in this entire encounter. Malik held the reigns, he was calling all the shots…and they both knew it.

When no reply came Malik grinned. “I guess you don’t feel much like talking,” he said. He judiciously placed his forearms on the tops of his partner’s thighs and let his head drop, taking in Yami’s entire length.

“Fucking Ra, Malik,” the teen yelped, his hips fighting to thrust upward. He’d forgotten how good it felt to be with someone experienced. While Yugi always got the job done, it was something else entirely to feel like he was about to blow after just ten seconds of contact.

Malik fought the urge to smile, instead focusing his attention on the task at hand. He pulled back and slowly sank down again, working the muscles in his throat the way Marik had taught him. After a few moments he became confident that Yami wasn’t going to grasp his hair and start fucking his mouth and so was able to remove one of his arms and reach down to stroke the older teen’s balls, rolling them through his fingers.

Guilt bit at the edges of Yami’s euphoria as he had, in the last few minutes, labeled Malik as the best blow job of his life to date. The guy knew what he was doing and wasn’t shy about expressing it. “Malik…” he gasped. “You need to stop…now.”

The tanned beauty slowly drew his mouth back until he was free of Yami’s cock. “What’s the matter?” he asked with faux innocence.

Yami fought to keep his shaking hands on the couch at his sides instead of grasping his erection and pumping it to completion. “I was…going to…come…”

A knowing smile formed on Malik’s lips. “Is that so bad?” he asked.

“It is if you are expecting me to perform otherwise,” Yami replied.

An idea took root within the blonde’s mind and he chuckled inwardly. “It’s alright, Yami,” he said soothingly. Moving carefully, he stood up and slowly stripped down to nothing. “You won’t have to wait much longer.”

Yami’s gaze traveled over the bronze expanse of skin as nonchalantly as possible and he tactfully ignored the glaring white bandage on the teen's chest. As much as he hated himself for it he couldn’t help but compare the exotic beauty before him with Yugi. The small teen would never stand before him wearing only a look of undisguised desire. Malik was confident in himself and his abilities. And Yami couldn’t get enough of it.

Malik never broke eye contact as he reached down and took hold of his cock, pumping it slowly and with purpose. “See how hard you made me, Yami?” he asked in a low voice.

The teen nodded, his tongue sneaking out to run over lips that suddenly felt very dry.

“Come here?” Malik asked, his lilac eyes pleading.

Yami stood up and approached on shaking legs. “Malik,” he whispered. “What are you doing to me?”

The blonde reached out and took Yami’s hand, pulling him closer. “I want you,” he revealed, his voice relaying the strain his body was under. “Touch me, Yami. I can’t wait anymore.”

Yami ran two fingers down Malik’s cheek, his breath hitching in his throat when the teen turned his head and caught the digits in his mouth, suckling on them with as much enthusiasm as he had shown earlier. “You could tempt a saint with that tongue,” he said.

Malik nodded, taking them deeper into his mouth before pulling back and taking Yami’s hands in his. He lowered them both to the ground and pushed the older boy onto his back before climbing on top and claming his lips once again.

Almost involuntarily Yami began thrusting his hips upward, creating friction between their pulsing cocks. His arms slid around Malik’s waist, pulling him closer.

With the pressure building in his groin Malik broke off the kiss. “Yami,” he breathed. “I want to fuck you.”

The older boy froze. “What?”

“I want to fuck you, Yami,” Malik said again, a soothing tone in his voice.

A full minute passed. “Alright,” Yami replied softly.

The blonde blinked in surprise. “Really?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Another jolt of pleasure shot to his groin and Malik growled. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

Yami nodded. “Please do.”

Malik rolled to the side and onto his knees. He crawled to his overnight bag and opened the side pocket, pulling out the small bottle of raspberry lubricant that he always kept there.

The older teen watched his partner with only mild trepidation. For a reason unknown to him he trusted the blonde and his intentions. That’s not to say he wasn’t nervous however.

Malik settled himself between Yami’s legs and leaned over the lithe body, bringing their lips together again. “You are so fucking hot,” he breathed.

After a moment he pulled himself back onto his knees and opened the bottle. “If I hurt you, please tell me.”

“I will,” Yami said quickly.

Malik coated his fingers and drizzled Yami’s erection with the clear slickness before grasping the organ and working in the lubricant, his hand sliding easily over the taut flesh.

“Gods, Malik…” Yami gasped. “That feels good.”

Malik bit his lower lip and gently eased his index finger into Yami’s tightness, taking care to ensure that his action was met with only a pleasure filled moan. A seed of doubt had entered his consciousness though he tried to keep it under wraps. He’d never taken anyone before though he’d always wanted at least to try it once. Marik had flat refused him the privilege and he hadn’t felt comfortable looking elsewhere. But now it was about to become a reality.

The last person to take Yami had been Bakura. Judging by his fractured memories the experience wasn’t a pleasant one. So why had he agreed to Malik’s request? Perhaps it was his desire to please his partner. Or maybe he wanted to erase the memory of his night with the albino. Either way he was glad he’d made the choice. The sensations Malik was causing in his nether regions were like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Malik cautiously added another finger, pleased when his action was met with barely audible words of encouragement. “Yami, fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

“I’m not surprised,” the older teen managed, his hands curled into fists at his sides. “Fuck, slow down, Malik or I’m going to come.”

The blonde nodded and released Yami’s erection. “Ready for another one?”

“Uh huh,” Yami ground out, trying to keep still.

Malik pressed a third finger into the teen’s slickened channel, wriggling them around, effectively stretching him. After a few moments he spoke again. “Yami, I’m sorry. I can’t wait anymore,” he said matter-of-factly.

“It’s alright,” Yami replied. To be honest he didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to hold off either.

Malik removed his fingers and picked up the bottle once again, this time lubricating his own member before setting it aside. “I’ll try to be careful.” He rose onto his knees and lined himself up with Yami’s entrance. Mustering what was left of his self-control, he pressed forward, sinking in inch by yielding inch.

Yami bit down hard on his lower lip to keep from crying out. He could feel every one of Malik’s movements vastly amplified. Determined to take the experience for all it was worth, he wrapped his legs loosely around Malik’s hips, granting the blonde easier access.

Malik took the invitation and thrust forward, burying himself within his lover to the hilt. “Oh gods, Yami,” he breathed. He’d never felt anything like it. He held still as long as he could, offering his lover the time to adjust to his girth, before he pulled out and pushed back in, gently testing the waters so to speak.

The older teen moaned loudly, a very uncharacteristic gesture on his part. “Don’t tease me,” he pleaded.

Malik nodded and picked up the pace, setting a blinding rhythm that his partner was only too happy to keep up with. Suddenly it became clear to him why Marik took him so often and so hard. The sensations emanating from his cock were matched by nothing he’d felt to date.

“Harder,” Yami said, a blush creeping over his face. When Malik complied he reached down and grasped his member, pumping swiftly in time with his lover. “Malik…fuck it, I’m going to come...” He cried out his lover’s name as his cock twitched in his hand. Ropes of white cream spilled forth, pooling on his chest and abdomen. “GODS…MALIK…”

Just seeing Yami shoot his load was enough to send Malik over the edge. He rested his knuckles on the ground on either side of Yami’s hips, using the added leverage to piston his dick in and out impossibly faster. In seconds his balls contracted and he shot his semen deep within his lover, the added lubrication causing him to slip in even further. Low feral growls sounded from his throat as Yami’s muscles milked him dry. Finally he collapsed on his lover.

For the next several minutes they lay in a sweaty heap just listening to each other breathe. Finally, and with quite a bit of reluctance, Malik sat up and pulled himself out before coming to rest next to Yami on the floor. “That was fucking cool,” he said.

Yami couldn’t help but smile. “It was, yes.”

“Are you okay?”

The older teen nodded, extending his arm so that Malik could settle his head in the crook of his shoulder. “I’m fine. Although I think that perhaps we should include your name in the poll on Tuesday.”

Malik smiled. “Would you vote for me?”

“In an instant.”

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And this marks the end of Day Two. Thanks to ALL of my reviewers. You guys are being so generous with your praise :). I love each and every one of them. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!