Blackwater Indiscretions

A/N: I fully expect to take some heat for this chapter. But as I have written this story so far, it is meant as a learning experience for everyone involved in the dare. At any rate, I hope you like it.

Chapter 8

Malik pushed the door of Marik’s apartment open with the sort of comfort and familiarity one gains only from years of companionship. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag on the floor next to the entertainment center before making his way into the kitchen. “Hey,” he said.

Marik looked up from his place at the stove. “Hey yourself. When’d you get here?”

Malik hoisted himself onto the counter next to his lover. “Just now.”

Marik wiped his hands on the dish cloth that hung from his front pocket before moving to stand between Malik’s legs and pressing their lips together. “Have fun this weekend?”

Malik tugged on an errant lock of his boyfriend’s hair. “Trying to size up the competition?”

The older teen laughed returning to his place in front of the burners. “No need,” he replied. “I’ve been to enough drunken parties with Bakura and Yami to know that I best them in at least one category.”

Malik laughed. “It’s true,” he said, reaching over and plucking an olive from the small dish on the counter behind him.

Marik rolled his eyes and turned off the stove, covering the pot he’d been fussing over. “So…was Bakura everything you dreamed he’d be?”

The younger teen thought a moment before replying. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Does that bother you?”

“Are you gonna fuck him again?”

Malik heard the challenge. “Maybe.”

The Egyptian chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you found what you were looking for.”

Two tanned legs reached out and pulled the taller boy back into place between them. “I’d rather find it with you.”

Marik raised an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t trust me.”

Malik shook his head. “It isn’t about me trusting you anymore,” he said softly, his arms reaching out and pulling his lover close. “I need you, Marik.”

The older boy paused, considering. “I might hurt you,” he warned.

“I want you to.”

Marik shook his head. “You don’t know what you want, baby. You think you want pain but what you really want is to give up control. This-” he tapped the bandage that Yami had insisted on placing over his cheek. “-is bullshit. I don’t need to threaten you or cut you up to make you obey me.”

Malik winced at the gesture but didn’t back down. “Then why haven’t you?”

Instead of replying, Marik posed a question of his own. “Is that what you really want? You want me to dominate you?” He pulled Malik’s arms from around his neck and held them up, pressing them against the cabinet hanging behind his trembling boyfriend. “You want me to fuck you until you bleed, Malik?”

There wasn’t enough space between them for Malik to focus his eyes on the Egyptian. He tried to pull his hands down but Marik’s strength outdid his undeniably. It was a good feeling. “Yes,” he whispered finally.

“Yes?” Marik repeated, his voice clearly stating that this was his last chance to back out.

One shaky breath passed through his lips and Malik nodded.

“Alright,” Marik replied with surprising gentleness. “Remember that I love you.” He leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend gently before releasing his hold and stepping back.

Malik watched in silent trepidation as Marik stood perfectly still, his eyes closed, his breathing even. He could almost see visibly the sheets of self-restraint falling away. A twinge of doubt crept into his mind as he recalled the words Marik had spoken to him when he had asked for this a long time ago…

”Why can’t we just try it, Marik? It’s not like I won’t ask you to stop if you hurt me.”

“You don’t understand, Malik. If I were to let go I WOULD hurt you. And I wouldn’t care. I’m not just talking about physical pain either.”

“What other kind of pain is there?”

He had the sinking feeling that he was about to find out. Marik’s eyes slowly rose to meet his own, the tanned face retaining its downward angle. Malik’s eyes widened at the empty look within them. “M-Marik?”

“Get off of the counter,” the Egyptian stated.

Malik swallowed hard and shifted forward, sliding to the floor to stand upon legs that did not want to support him. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Turn around.”

In the years since they had begun their relationship Malik had never seen the cold, vacant look that now lived in his lover’s eyes. It both aroused and frightened him to the core. He got the sinking feeling that he had gotten himself into something that he could not handle but it was too late to back out now. “…Baby?”

The older teen took a slow yet determined step forward. “What’s wrong, Malik?” he asked, his voice much deeper than was normal. “This is what you wanted. Turn around.”

Malik did as instructed, facing the polished cabinets.

“Put your hands on the counters.”

Again he obeyed, grateful that with something to rest on his hands did not appear to be shaking nearly as bad as they actually were. He only winced slightly when Marik pressed against his back, molding their bodies together. His cock, half hard already, swelled even further. Tanned fingers slid under his shirt and flicked at his nipples before grasping them and pinching hard. Malik cried out at the sudden pain, his hands rising to cover Marik’s in an attempt to unclasp them.

“I told you to put your hands on the god damned counter,” Marik growled, keeping to himself the longing that his boyfriend’s scream had stirred within him. “Can’t you follow one simple request?” He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest.

Malik cringed and lowered his hands to the smooth surface once again. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Marik pulled off his faded blue jeans with an audible sigh as the pressure disappeared from his semi-hard cock. “Take your clothes off,” he instructed.

That was a trap that Malik was not about to step into. “Can I take my hands off of the counter?” he asked.

“Yes,” the Egyptian replied, a small smile gracing his features.

Still facing the counter, Malik peeled off his t-shirt and khakis, before folding them and placing them on the floor at his feet.

“Face me.”

This was the moment he’d been dreading. He took a deep breath and slowly turned around, keeping his lilac eyes lowered.

Marik’s eyes narrowed to see the bandage on his boyfriend’s chest. Without a word he stepped forward and pulled it off in one swift motion. Silence followed. Eventually he spoke. “What the fuck is this?”

“I didn’t know he was going to do it,” Malik said quickly.

“You couldn’t feel him cutting his initial into you?” The skepticism in his voice was plain. “Maybe you wanted him to do it. You said yourself that you want him to fuck you again.”

“No, I—I knew what he was doing, I just didn’t, um, know that he was…”

Marik raised an eyebrow, obviously bored with the stammering response. “If you wanted to be Bakura’s bitch why didn’t you just say so?”

A spark of indignation rose within the younger teen. “Look, Marik, all I said was that he was a good fuck. I never said I wanted to fucking marry him.” That was a mistake. The look that slowly spread over Marik’s features caused his blood to run cold. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered. “But it’s the truth.”

Marik moved forward silently, his steps slow and determined. He reached out toward his boyfriend, noticing the flinch but not heeding to it, and grasped a handful of his blonde hair. Without a word he dragged him into the bedroom and threw him forcefully onto the bed.

Malik landed with a soft thud and quickly rolled over to keep Marik in his line of sight. He had no idea what to expect. He watched Marik advance on him, felt his boyfriend’s hands grasp his cock and begin to massage it gently. He heard the Egyptian say that if he pleasured him then he would respond with tenderness. If Malik refused, then he would receive pain. The younger teen was mulling it over, trying to choose the more favorable option, when he felt a sharp pinch on the sensitive skin of his testicles. “Shit, Marik!”

The towering blonde didn’t reply. Instead he presented his penis to his boyfriend, allowing the erect organ to stand as its own instruction. He raised an eyebrow at the still form on his bed.

Hesitating only a moment, Malik began to suck him off…hard and swift, the way Marik liked it. Again and again his head dipped down, sucking with such vigor that one would think that cock-sucking was his favorite thing in the world. He stole upward glances at his lover’s face, trying to read the thoughts behind those eyes of stone. Without at least a working knowledge of what to expect from his partner he was at a loss for what to do.

“Pay attention to your job,” Marik ground out, his hands clenching in Malik’s hair to gain leverage before jetting his hips forward and back, essentially fucking his boyfriend’s mouth as though it were just another random hole in which to stick his penis.

A flash of angry defiance coursed through the younger teen and he brought his hands into play, using them to jack off the inches of his boyfriend’s member that would not fit past his gag reflex. He increased suction with his lips and soon heard Marik groan over him, a sure sign that his release was imminent. A few seconds later his mouth was filling almost to the point of overflowing with come. He did not swallow.

“That’s a good little bitch,” Marik said once his legs stopped shaking. “Turn over.”

Malik rose onto his knees, his eyes now level with Marik’s. Anger ran fiercely within him at his lover’s apparent disinterest in his feelings and, taking a deep breath, he spat Marik’s semen out onto the Egyptian’s face. “I am not your property,” he said.

A flicker of surprise found its way onto Marik’s face but immediately fled as the look of sinister rage approached. The older teen pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe his face clean, his movements slow and very deliberate. “You will regret that,” he warned.

Malik did not doubt for a second that his lover could and would make good his threat. Hell, the cold glare he was receiving was enough to make him regret it. “Marik…I’m sorry…”

“Not yet you aren’t.”

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?”

The glare intensified. “Nothing.”

Malik blinked. “What?”

“I am not going to do anything to you. That is your punishment.” He reached down and ran a warm finger over Malik’s semi-hard member, causing it to twitch. “You are going to do everything that I say from this point on. If you don’t then you can spend the night on the sofa while I head over to Kaiba’s for a one-nighter.”

Malik knew that his boyfriend and the illustrious Seto Kaiba had occasionally shared a bed in the past. And while he did not object to Marik fooling around with other men, tonight was most definitely NOT the night for it. “Okay,” he whispered, defeated. “What do you want me to do?”

Marik stepped forward and pressed his body to Malik’s, forcing him to lie back on the bed. His large hands encircled Malik’s wrists and he pushed forward, pinning the younger teen beneath his body and kissing him hungrily. His tongue gained entry into Malik’s mouth in a brief but heated kiss before his teeth sought for purchase at the base of his throat, his shoulders, his nipples.

Malik gasped and arched his back, twisting and writhing under Marik’s weight, the movement causing his erection to grind into Marik’s crotch, drawing a moan from them both. He struggled against Marik’s iron hold on his wrists, wanting more than anything to be able to wrap his arms around the Egyptian’s waist and pull him even closer. It was a losing battle however. Marik’s grip was too strong.

The obvious desperation in his boyfriend’s frenzied movements brought a smirk to the older teen’s lips. “Hold still,” he commanded, the smirk stretching into a smile when Malik immediately complied. He stared down at the carved skin of Malik’s chest. His eyes darted up to meet the lilac gaze that bored into him before leaning down and biting the parted flesh. Hard.

A pained scream was torn from Malik’s lips and he almost came involuntarily. His hands fought against their bonds as he tried in vain to unearth Marik from atop him before it was too late.

Marik unclenched his jaw and looked up at his boyfriend. “Did you scream for Bakura?” he asked.

Malik struggled to regain his breath. “No,” he whispered.

“Did you beg him then?”

“…yes.”

Marik laughed, a very cruel sound given the circumstances. He released his hold on Malik’s wrists and reached beneath his lover, his fingers curling into the division of the teen’s ass. “Would you beg me?”

Malik’s hips rose of their own accord, Marik’s familiarity with his body playing him like a fiddle. “Please,” he acquiesced.

The Egyptian allowed one finger to slide into his lover’s body. “More.”

“Please, Marik,” Malik pleaded, his body writhing wantonly. “I need you inside me. Please.” His cock felt as though it were going to burst.

“I don’t think so,” Marik replied callously. “I’d have a better chance of coming if I sat in the corner and beat off.”

Malik’s eyes opened wide. It was the first time that Marik had EVER talked down about his sexual performance. “What?”

“I’ve spent the last two days fucking two different men,” Marik went on. “And might I say that one of them did me very well.”

Jealousy, the likes of which he had never known, flooded the younger teen’s mind, clouding his vision. “Who was it?” he snapped.

Marik chuckled. “Does it matter?”

“You fucking bet it does. I’m going to kick his ass.”

“And why would you do that?”

Malik’s hands grasped the back of his boyfriend’s head and pulled him into a very thorough and very heated kiss. He could feel Marik’s dick returning to life and ground against it. After several moments he pulled back and whispered. “You are mine, Marik. Nobody fucks you like I can.”

The Egyptian reached between his legs and gave his cock a few solidifying strokes before rising up onto his knees and forcing it into his boyfriend with no further preparation. He felt the initial resistance that Malik’s body had tried to set in place crumble under the force of his cock as it invaded the smooth channel.

“Fuck yes,” Malik cried out as a sharp tearing pain flooded through his pelvic region. He could feel a sticky warmth flowing from his body, easing Marik’s passage as his boyfriend thrust in and out with impassioned violence. “Shit yeah, baby,”

“Shut up,” Marik ground out, never breaking stride. “You wanted me to fuck you. You wanted to bleed. You got your wish. Now shut the fuck up.” It had been a very long time since he’d let go of the fragile hold he kept over his violent tendencies. He had worked very hard to maintain an even keel. Now Malik had persuaded him into the biggest backslide he’d ever made. Anger fueled his hips, continuing their brutal pace as he drove himself toward completion, to hell with Malik’s needs.

“Why don’t you fucking grow up?” Malik responded throatily, his insanely hard cock gripped firmly in his right hand. “So you’ve got issues, who doesn’t? Just fuck me.”

“Don’t push me, Malik,” the Egyptian warned. “It’s not too late for me to call Yugi back over here.”

“Yugi? You mean to tell me that Yugi was the one who got you off the best? Are you fucking stoned?”

Marik lowered his head so that their faces were a half an inch apart and thrust deeply; burying his cock to the hilt in his lover’s torn passage. “What’s wrong, Malik? Are you worried that one as inexperienced as Yugi could please me better than you?”

Malik flexed his internal muscles, milking Marik’s cock in the absence of any other movement. “That’s bullshit,” he panted, his member now painfully erect. “That little prude couldn’t do half of what I do for you.”

An evil smile formed on Marik’s lips. “Don’t be so fucking cocky,” he stated. “Yugi never asked me to take on a role that I had stated I was uncomfortable playing.”

A twinge of guilt made its way through Malik’s sexual euphoria. “So you want to bring Yugi over here to fuck?”

Marik shook his head. “No. Yugi doesn’t enjoy getting fucked. He is the type that you have to seduce. Take it slow and easy. He’s not into this freaky bullshit.”

“Fuck you, Marik!” the younger teen exploded. “If you want to be with Yugi so bad then don’t let me stop you!”

Marik grabbed his wrists before Malik could attempt an escape. “I don’t think so,” he said. “YOU wanted this, remember?” He pulled back and thrust in again, drawing a reluctant moan from his boyfriend. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “And you are going to jack off for me until you come.”

“Fuck you,” Malik said again, a single tear falling from his eyes.

Marik leaned down and drew his tongue over the salty track before resuming his mind-numbing pace. His knowledge of his boyfriend’s sexual drives combined with the mental edge that he held over him soon had Malik crying out once again.

“Marik…fucking stop…you bastard…” He was unable to stop his body’s natural reaction and soon his hand was stroking his firm erection swiftly.

“Come for me, Malik.”

“No.” the teen replied in a pained voice, ceasing his movement, trying to stave off his impending release. It was a futile attempt. The Egyptian’s engorged cock stabbed repeatedly at his prostate, sending him over the edge. “No,” he cried out again as thick ropes of come settled on his bare chest and in Bakura’s engraved initial, the burning sensation bringing even more tears to his eyes.

The pressure in his balls became too much to bear. Marik pulled out and took hold of his cock, jerking hard. His semen burst forth as though from a rifle, coating Malik’s stilled hand and deflating member. His lips were silent except for an occasional sporadic grunt or moan until eventually his hand slowed, then finally stopped. With his eyes closed he sat back, turning away from Malik and taking several shaky breaths.

Malik looked at the heartless demon who had just fucked him. Bakura’s style of rough sex had permanently scarred his body. Marik’s had scarred his mind. “What other kind of pain is there?”

How naïve he’d been.
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There is more to the Marik/Malik story that will come out before the story ends. This is not the end of them.
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