Message in A Bottle

Title: Message in a Bottle
by: spiderweb
Rated: R
Summary: Shounen ai. Ryou/Malik. After Battle City.

A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed! SORRY I TOOK SO LONG UPDATING! FANFICTION.NET WON'T LET ME!!!

Because this is ff.net, there's no lemon. Lime only...I'll leave the rest to your imagination. *nods* yep, imagination is a good thing...

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Chapter 9: In Bed With the Sweetest Boy in the Planet
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Malik stared hard as Ryou slowly began unbuttoning his hospital clothes. "Ryou?"

Ryou hesitated, then he breathed deeply. "I want you so much, Malik. I love you."

Malik reddened a bit, then he reached out a hand and pulled Ryou to him, making the other boy stumble on top of him. "I love you too. But..."

Ryou looked at the Egyptian expectantly. "What?"

Slender brown hands made its way under Ryou's shirt, brushing gently against his chest. Ryou turned bright red when one of the hands made contact with a nipple, and he began to shake, feeling an arousal coming. Malik grinned impishly. "I want to strip you myself."

"Oh."

Ryou gasped as Malik pushed him to the floor and trapped him underneath his lithe body. "Malik?"

"What?" Malik asked, attacking Ryou's neck with hungry nips and kissess.

Ryou grinned when he felt Malik's lips travel down his body, and two warm hands get rid of his hospital clothes. "Make me scream, ok?"

Malik smirked, his tongue settling on Ryou's navel, his hands going even farther between the smaller boy's legs(squeezing and pulling ^_^), making Ryou moan and blush. "How loud?"

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"Not there, you idiot! Dammit, Marik---oooooohh---that's better!!----no, NOT THERE! THERE! Ahh, damn you!"

Marik growled in frustration, as he brushed his sweaty hair away from his face. "Bakura, would you stop cursing me while I'm doing this?"

"What?" Bakura snapped, grabbing the other yami's head again and pulling him back down. "Are you complaining? Didn't you want me to be noisy?"

"I MEANT---dammit, let go---." Marik demanded, failing miserably to free himself from being shoved down between the tomb robber's legs. "You're supposed to be screaming MY NAME and telling me not to stop! I didn't ask for your Ra-damned potty mouth!"

Bakura finally let go of Marik's head, looking pissed. "HEY, you're one to talk. Your language's just as bad as mine."

"BUT I don't curse while somebody's fucking me." Marik countered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Aren't you cursing now?"

"I'm an inch away from you, that's an exception."

"An INCH, dammit!"

"There, you're cursing again."

Bakura gaped at the other yami in shock. "Insane bastard...I'll make you pay for this."

Marik smirked. "Oh yeah? How?"

In a flash, Yami Bakura flipped the positions and he was now on top of Malik's yami, who was blinking in surprise. "What.are. you. doing?"

It was Bakura's turn to smirk as he nailed the Egyptian and rubbed his hardened length against the other's, making Yami Marik moan with pleasure. "My revenge. I'll make you like being uke so much...it'll be HUMILIATING."

"That will never work! I---AHHHHHHHHH. DO THAT AGAIN! THERE! RIGHT THERE! LOWER YOU @#%#%**#!!! Don't stop! DAMMIT. HARDER!"

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"Isis was crying when she told me about what happened to Ryou. " Yuugi explained, as he and his friends made their way to the hospital, holding flowers in their arms. "Do you think he'll be alright?"

Joey scowled. "I don't know. But if anything really bad happens to him, I swear I'm going to kill Malik with my own two hands! I mean, how could he? And to think, I actually thought he and Ryou would make the perfect couple!"

"Cool it, Joey." Tea interceded, patting the angry boy lightly on the shoulder. "Maybe Malik has a reason---"

"He can't have a reason!" Tristan interuppted, his head boiling with disgust. "That guy is a lunatic! Remember how he nearly murdered Mai before in Battle City? I don't think anything can stop him from acting that way again!"

"But Tristan." Yuugi said softly. "Somehow, I think Malik has truly changed. Maybe we should give him a chance to explain."

"Yuugi, who gave you that impossible idea?"

Yuugi blinked nervously. "My other self. Yami thinks Malik must have had good reasons."

Joey and Tristan looked at each other, before shrugging nonchalantly. "Whatever. Let's just hurry to the hospital and comfort the poor kid."

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Ryou whimpered slightly, the mixture of pain and pleasure nearly making him faint. He grabbed on to the sheets and bit his lip as he felt Malik move into him faster and rougher. He trembled yet again, as another suppressed moan escaped from his lips.

"You okay, Ryou?" Malik asked, stopping for a moment, a worried expression on his face. "If it hurts you too much, we could stop."

Ryou opened his eyes slightly, sweat glistening on his skin. He and Malik had already done it 3 times, but he couldn't seem to want the other hikari to stop. He wanted to be as close to Malik as possible, and he couldn't seem to stop his raging hormones. "No, it's okay. My head's just hurting a little, but I'm fine."

Malik laughed softly, suddenly pressing himself forward and fully into Ryou, making the other gasp in surprise. "At this rate, you won't be able to walk."

Ryou smiled, more sweat pouring down his body. "I don't care. That felt so good, Malik. Do it again."

"You sure?" Malik asked, with furrowed eyebrows. Ryou nodded eagerly. Malik smirked, as he bent down to lick the spilled cum off Ryou's stomach. "Fine."

Malik started to pull himself from Ryou's body----when the door to the hospital room opened.

Joey, Yuugi, Tristan, and Tea burst in all at once. "RYOU!!!"

"Oh Ra." Malik muttered as he harshly and very quickly fell into Ryou in alarm.

"OWWWW." Ryou hissed, trying to ignore the pain of Malik's length slamming hard inside him, as he grabbed the nearest blanket and threw it over their naked bodies.

Meanwhile, Yuugi and the gang were staring at them in shock.

"Umm---" Yuugi finally found his voice as Tea screamed and covered Yuugi's eyes, dragging the boy with the tri-colored hair out of the room.

"TEA, LET GO!" Yuugi protested, trying to break free from the girl's grasp.

"No way!" Tea scrd. "d. "You'll get corrupted!"

"But I WANNA SEE MALIK AND RYOU'S FUCKFEST!!!"

Ryou sweatdropped as he looked up at his Egyptian lover...who was smirking in amusement. "Malik, I don't see what's so amusing about this."

Joey jumped up and locked the door as soon as Yuugi and Tea were out, then he turned to Malik and grinned. "How about giving Tristan and me a free show?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Tristan nodded eagerly, his eyes on the two boys on the bed. "You could give us pointers!"

"Shut up, guys!" Ryou protested, his face red as a holly berry. "Our sex life is very private!"

Joey pouted. "Doesn't look too private to me."

"Yeah." Malik grinned, as he bent down and caught Ryou's lips on his own. "How about showing them a little---"

"Malik!"

"But Ryou---" Malik cooed seductively, nibbling on Ryou's ear. "We're far from tired...and besides...I want to brag to your two friends that I'm the ONLY one lucky enough in this world to bed the sweetest boy in the---"

"Okay, okay." Ryou finally gave in, and Malik's face twisted into a triumphant expression. "What do you want me to do?"

Malik smirked, drawing circles on Ryou's chest. "Just scream my name over and over again."

And so it was that seconds later, Joey and Tristan shared a grin....as they listened to Ryou's screams throughout the night.

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"Alright, stop it already! Break apart, you two horny idiots!" Bakura scowled, pulling Malik away from his hikari. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Aww...Bakura." Yami Marik said, smirking slightly. "Let them have a little fun..."

"Yeah, yami." Ryou whined, trying to pull Malik back to the bed. "Just a little---"

"A LITTLE fun?" Bakura raised an eyebrow at Ryou, nevertheless letting Malik go. The two hikaris began nipping at each other again. "You two have been at it the WHOLE day! And THEN, you even let your friends watch! What sort of---Malik---will you PLEASE get off Ryou? I swear I'm going to kill you if you don't."

Malik sighed, not stopping his attack on the white-haired bishie. "I'd rather DIE than be apart from my sweet Ryou."

"WTF?" Bakura popped a vein in irritation. He began trying to pull Malik away from Ryou again. "Will you stop with the mushy and disgusting words and GET OFF MY HIKARI !?!"

Malik pretended to think for a moment, then he resumed making Ryou giggle. "No."

"ARRRGHH!!! You're impossible, Malik Ishtar!" Bakura roared. Then he turned to Yami Marik. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get off your lazy ass and help me get rid of your baka hikari?"

Marik looked up innocently. "What? Ohh---okay---their mushiness IS getting sickening."

"Come on, baka aibou. Get off the pretty boy." Marik smirked, grabbing Malik around the waist and forcefully pulling him off Ryou. "It's my turn to fuck the cute kitty."

Bakura and Malik glared at Marik as Ryou hid his red face beneath the covers of the bed.

"Take that back, Marik!" Bakura growled, his eyes flashing dangerously. Before the mocha-skinned yami could reply, Malik's fist had connected itself to his face, and soon, Bakura was also beating him up.

"Stop it, guys!" Ryou protested akwardly, making a grab for one of Malik's arms and pulling him away from Yami Marik. "Malik! Stop fighting!"

Malik glanced briefly at Ryou, very red in the face. "Don't tell me you're on HIS side! Because I'm going to---"

Ryou sighed, and very quickly wrapping his arms around Malik's neck, he began kissing him all over the face. Malik tried to ignore the warm and fuzzy feeling at first...but finally, he gave in and leaned to Ryou's soft lips.

"Look! They're at it again!" Marik gasped from the floor, trying to push the rampaging Bakura off him. "Dammit, stop hitting me, tomb robber!"

Bakura sneered at the other yami, kicked him, then turned to the two hikaris and roughly dragged Malik away. "Get off Ryou and go home, Ishtar! I swear you and your bastard of a yami are nothing but headaches!" With that, he threw the tanned boy to Yami Marik and began pushing them out of roomroom.

"Yami!" Ryou called. "You can't throw Malik out! He's naked!"

Bakura stopped for a moment. Then, he picked Malik's clothes from the floor and threw it at him.

Malik scowled, but got dressed anyway. Then he looked at Ryou, smirking seductively. "See you tomorrow, beautiful."

Ryou blushed. "Will we have some fun, Malik?"

"You bet." Malik grinned, as his yami began dragging him away from the room, unmindful of Bakura's glares. "I'll teach you the art of using chains, whips, and----"

Bakura slammed the door shut before Malik could finish. "Stupid asshole...corrupting my hikari like that..."

On the bed, Ryou laughed softly, his warm brown eyes on his yami. "Don't worry too much, yami. Malik wouldn't hurt me----or maybe he would----but he'll make sure I like it."

Bakura stared at Ryou. "You are one horny and masochistic light. Are you sure you're actually sane?"

Ryou pouted. "What's that supposed to mean? It's not like YOU and Yami Marik weren't being horny behind our backs!"

"We were at it only 5 times! How many times did YOU do it?"

Ryou looked at his fingers, muttering numbers softly for a few minutes, before finally giving up with a grin. "I lost count."

"Exactly what I was saying." Bakura declared triumphantly. Then, striding across the bed, he wrapped his arms around his hikari. "You happy?"

Ryou nodded with a yawn, his head falling back against Bakura's shoulder. "Thank you, yami. You kept your promise and got Malik back for me."

"Yeah well..." Bakura smirked. "It was the LEAST I could do for someone so---special----like you. Ne, aib

There was silence, and Bakura glanced at his hikari with a genuine smile. Ryou was already asleep in his arms.

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a/n: I finally finished writing that! Now review! GO read the sequel to Message in a Bottle, entitled "Christmas Wishes". I reposted the summary so it would look more enticing. REad, ok? And review. So basically, 'Message in A Bottle''s last chappie will be next chappie. More Malik/Ryou fluff.

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