Passion

Passion

A/N: This would be the second part of my trilogy entitled ‘The Seekers’. It took a little while before I started writing this, eh? Hehehe... ^-^;

Warnings: Yaoi, yaoi and Malik being crazy as usual.

I don’t own Yugioh!! Not at all! This be a disclaimer!!

~*~

It’s nice outside - the breeze is gentle and the tree leaves dance. It’s warm enough that I don’t have to wear a jacket. Then again, I wouldn’t wear a jacket anyhow. I don’t like jackets, they remind me of that time when someone tried to suffocate me, and I’d rather not relive the memory. Oh, there’s Tarya with her cubs. She’s such a beautiful wolf; her fur is a copper red, making her seem like a giant fox. I can talk to her, no seriously, I can. You don’t believe me, do you? You think I’m nuts. You’re just like the rest of them. They all say and think the same things: ‘Did you hear about that freak Malik?’ ‘Dude, that Malik guy really creeps me out.’ ‘He belongs in a nuthouse.’ ‘Malik’s completely insane and utterly violent.’

“Malik, what are you doing out here?” Odd, I don’t get that one a lot...wait a minute, that’s a real voice, not me thinking. I turn around to see Yugi walking towards met’s t’s been a few weeks now since he’s joined us. I think all of us have become a little more...what’s the word...dammit, I know it, it’s on the tip of my tongue... “You look real chipper for someone who’s likely to get attacked by that wolf over there.” Chipper. Yes...what a horrible word, and yet it’s so appropriate in its ghastliness.

“That’s Tarya. She’s a good friend of mine. We talk often.”

“You...talk?” See, even Yugi, sweet, good-natured, trusting, sex kitten Yugi has trouble believing me. Sex kitten? Fuck, I need to get laid.

“Yes, we talk. Tarya, c’mere.” Slowly, with methodical steps, Tarya approaches me. She can sense the nervousness pouring out of Yugi’s small frame and growls.

“Are you s-sure she’s a friend of yours Malik?” Yugi edges away from the wolf and hides behind me, peeking over my shoulder timidly. I smirk, being that’s what I like to do and start a telepathy conversation with Tarya.

~It’s okay, he’s just a little nervous.~

~I still don’t see why I should bother. It’s bad enough I hang around you.~

~Oh, thanks a lot.~ In case you didn’t know, sarcasm usually becomes thicker when you think it rather than you speak it. She’s chuckling now, and slowly moving forward.

~All right, all right, I’ll come over. He better not want to pet me.~

~Okay.~ I smile, today is going well. “It’ll be fine Yugi, but she doesn’t want to be petted or anything.”

“I wasn’t really planning to...” Yugi slowly moves beside me, carefully sitting his pert, round behind on the ground below him. I really have to stop staring at him...I think I’ve received death glares from Joey...6? Maybe 8 times now? Nah, it’s got to be more than that. Still, it’s so hard...he wears body-hugging black leather that accentuates every aspect of his perfectly shaped body. His eyes shine with innocence and it’s so easy to get lost in those moist, pink lips that are currently parting with nervousness. It would be so nice just to press my body on top of his and kiss those lips, maybe take him to heights he’s never gone before. Just to strip that tight clothing to reveal the pale, succulent flesh that I’m sure lies there and -

~Are all males this horny? Or is it just you? Hell, even my husband isn’t as bad as you!~

~Leave me alone...~

“Are you talking to her?”

“Erm...yes...”

“What’s she saying now?” I swear, she’s smirking. She’s laughing quite jovially inside my mind at the moment too. She knows how embarrassing it would be to tell Yugi that I’m blatantly fantasizing fucking him from dusk until dawn, imagining his soft, youthful cries escaping from that wonderful mouth of his as I - “Malik? Are you there? Oh my...” Yugi looks down in amazement, so I follow his gaze. There, asleep in his lap is one of Tarya’s pups. Wilhem, I think that’s his name.

“He likes you.”

“He’s adorable.”

“Kind of like you in a way.” Oh...shit. I did not just say that, did I? No, I didn’t really say it, my demented mind just thinks I said it and...oh crap I did say it. Yugi’s looking at me like I just told him I was pregnant. Hey, that would be interesting...me pregnant.

“...Malik?” Oh, for fuck’s sake...

“Er...forget I said that.” Inwardly, I’m hitting myself over the head with large, spiky, metal objects repeatedly. I can’t believe I said that. Well, on the bright side, at least I didn’t tell him about the fantasy I had about licking melted chocolate off his manhood.

~Malik!! I swear! You are the most perverted being on Earth!~

~Thank you.~

~That wasn’t a compliment.~ I start playing with the grass nearby, not sure what to say to Yugi at this point. He looks uncomfortable with the whole situation, and he smiles sadly, kind of like when I first met him. Wilhem bounds over to his brothers and sisters, and Yugi decides to study Tarya.

“I wish I could talk to her like you can.”

“She tends to be a bitch.”

~Damn right.~ Yugi chuckles a little at this, although he can’t hear her, then looks at his watch.

“Damn. Dinner’s going to be ready over at my house and I don’t want to be late.” He abruptly gets up from the forest floor and starts walking away. “I’ll see you later tonight, Malik.”

“Sure, later.”

~Well, you might have a chance...~ I don’t even bother to respond; it seems kind of hopeless in my opinion. Why would he want me? There’s no point in trying, and odds are he’s having a perfect relationship with his overprotective best friend. Now that I think about it...I wonder if Joey’s a mind reader. Scratch that - if Joey’s a mind reader I’d be dead in my grave. It doesn’t take special powers to figure out that I want Yugi, everybody does. If not for his body or his personality, for the incredible power boost they would get by obtaining his virginity.

Pretty soon I’m back at the cabin, dragging my feet and singing. Yes, singing. “Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen...Nobody knows the sorrow...”

“Spare me.” There’s Yami, rolling his eyes with disdain and all that sort of stuff. “If you’re going to go all manic-depressive again, do it somewhere else.”

“Aww...what’s the matter? Did I ruin your mood? I’m sure Seto won’t have a problem helping you out there.” He smirks, and shakes his head.

“Maybe...but lately he’s been pining for-” Yami’s eyes widen and he automatically clamps his hand over his mouth and starts moving away. Oh no - not gonna happen. I run over and tackle him to the ground, pinning his arms behind his back.

“Pining for who?”

“Let go of me.”

“Answer my question.” Yami squirms underneath me, trying to throw me off, but it’s not working. I happen to be very good at holding people down. I’d also be damned if this isn’t turning me on an eensy-weensy bit. Yami IS a very good looking person, and being on top of him can get rather exciting.

“I invoke the power of Enryi!” A blue, sizzling aura surrounds Yami. Funny...isn’t this supposed to burn me or something? Oh wait, that’s right...I built up an immunity after Otogi accidentally fried my hair to a crisp. You wouldn’t believe how much conditioner I used that week... “Dammit, why aren’t you burning?”

“Blame Otogi. Now, who does Seto pine for, hm? C’mon, you know you wanna tell me.”

“Get off me!!” He writhes and flails his legs about him helplessly. Fuck, I love aggravating him. It’s so much fun. “AARRRRRRGGGHHH!!” Of course, it’s not so much fun NOW, since my ears are ringing and I’m lying prone on the grass with a lovely bruise in my shin. “If you ever try that again, I swear to the Creator I’ll kill you.”

“Really? How would you kill me?” Yami starts grumbling and walks away. “Hey, you didn’t answer my question yet!” I get the middle finger in response. Real mature. I hope he gets the stick out of his ass before the ceremony tonight.

~*~

It’s eleven o’clock at night; the ceremony has since passed. Usually I don’t make a point of mentioning this, but someone is rapping on the door. Can’t they just go away? I’m trying to sleep, goddammit!

Apparently, they can’t. It’s been a full ten minutes now. I really need a gun, but you need a license around this town. What’s the point of a gun if you’re going to be responsible with it? Seriously!

I throw the covers off and storm to the door. Speaking of storms, it’s pretty bad out there. Who in their right mind would knock on the door for ten minutes when it’s practically hailing golf balls out there? I open the door...and there’s Yugi, covered up in a dark green jacket, soaking and looking like the world had just ended. Then his face turns completely red, and I suddenly remember that I s nak naked.

“Come in...I’ll just go throw some clothes on.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s really late...but I...I had to see you.” His voice is cracking and his eyes are lined with red. He’s been crying. I toss on my boxers and decide that’s enough, then sit down on a chair across from where Yugi is sitting.

“What is it?”

“It’s Joey.” Isn’t it always? Forgive me if I sound rude, I happen to be rather envious of the guy.

“I thought you two were doing well together.” He looks at me and starts laughing. I guess hysteria’s starting to creep up on him. Poor guy.

“Together? You thought we were together? Yeah right. There is NOTHING I can do to get him to be with me. He says he can’t do it. I ask him why. He won’t even GIVE me a fucking answer. Dammit, I love him and he...he..” Yugi bursts into tears, pounding the table with his fist. I think I know what’s going on. Joey’s still hung up over Seto, and that’s why he won’t do anything with Yugi. I wonder if Joey’s the one that Seto’s pining for...everything is so screwed up as far as relationships go around here. Still...how do I break it to Yugi? I don’t even know if what I think is right and...I think I’m just going to sit here and drool now that Yugi’s taken off his coat and is sprawled on the chair in wet, sopping, tight leather. Every inch of him is gorgeous... “Where should I put this?”

I’m jolted out of my gawking as Yugi holds up his rain jacket with a questioning expression. “Over there on the coat rack.” I watch, eyes widening with awe at the sheer marvel of his curves as he walks and hangs his coat up. Such shapely legs, a thin torso, and a smooth, elegant backside accompanies his lithe, petite frame. I’m so busy staring at him that the next thing I know, he’s waving his hand in front of my face.

“Malik? Are you with me?” I nod, reclaiming my sense of awareness. “Do...do you think I could...well...”

“Well...? I’m going to need a question before I can give you an answer.” He gives a small smile amidst the crystal tears that frame his soft, supple cheeks and amethyst eyes.

“Could I stay here for the night?” Of COURSE you can stay for the night, provided you don’t mind me molesting your perfect body the entire night. Not a problem, dear Yugi. Is he INSANE? He obviously didn’t quite get the hint earlier on today that I’m interested, and now he wants to spend the night? It can’t happen, he’s too much of temptation.

“What, did you think I’d make you walk home in THAT weather? Hell, you have to stay here!” Thank you Malik Jr, for taking over the work that my BRAIN is supposed to do. I’m wasting my mental sarcasm on my dick now, that’s just fucking wonderful. Yugi snickers, then starts shivering. Well, no wonder, he’s soaking wet from head to toe. I’d love to REALLY make him wet, if you know what I mean.

“Er...I don’t know if I have any clothes that’ll fit you, but you’re going to get sick if you keep those wet things on.” Ooh, look at me go, I’ve just provided a reasonable excuse for him to strip down. This could be a rather good thing...or my undoing. Take your pick.

“Yeah, I guess so...”

“Here, I’ve got some towels in the bathroom.” As much as I really, really, REALLY wanted to see him naked, I know Yugi’s going to want something to cover himself up. Mentally berating myself for keeping him over for the fiftieth time, I pick up one of the smallest white, fluffy towels I can find. I enter the room to find Yugi clad in only his soaking wet boxers. My nose threatens to gush blood, he is so fucking hot. “Here’s your towel...” I don’t trust myself to say much else.

“Thank you.” He takes the towel from my outstretched hand, brushing his fingers against mine not-so-accidentally, letting them linger there for a few moments. I let him stay for the night and now he’s torturing me! If it weren’t for my masochistic and sadistic habits and my raging lust, I’d be a saint, I’m sure if it. Well, if I took some anger-management therapy, maybe. My mind is wandering again.

“You are definitely no innocent.”

“Did I ever claim to be?”

He’s standing only two centimetres away from me, his towel wrapped around him and his boxers...his wet boxers are currently on the floor. I’m getting a beautiful view of his creamy, white thighs and slender legs. I can’t take this any more, I NEED him and he doesn’t seem to be refusing me at all. I pull him against me immediately and attack his mouth with a vengeance. A startled mew from Yugi is lost within my mouth, and I moan at the sound of it. He tastes like salvation...and I know that sounds corny but he really does. Sooner than I want it to, the kiss ends, with a dazed Yugi gripping my hips and panting heavily. He seems rather drained, and he rests his head on my shoulder, still trying to catch his breath.

“Are you going to be all right?” Yes, I admit it, I care for the kid. Now fuck off, all of you.

“I...I think so. My towel’s slipping though...”

“That’s not a big deal.”

“Well, I already know YOU wouldn’t mind that.” He chuckles, and nuzzles my neck slightly. Oh, I’m in heaven...and I can hear him snickering now because I’m purring. I don’t want to have to stop this, but I have to know...

“Why?”

“Because no one else will.” I look at him questioningly.

“What do mean by that? EVERYONE else will! Well, maybe not Joey, but the others certainly don’t have any scruples about taking you.” He sighs, running his fingers along my backside, underneath my shirt. Who would have guessed that part would be so sensitive? I can’t help but groan from the contact, and I can see Yugi smirking faintly.

“I know everyone else will...but you’re the only one who’ll do it because you actually give a damn about me, and not for just a good fuck or some ‘power’ that’s supposed to be bestowed on you. Plus, you’ve been staring at me ever since we met, I figured I’d give you a bit of a break, and...I just...really want to be with you for some reason.” I smile, a real, genuine smile and scoop Yugi into my arms. He blushes a deep red, mainly because his white towel is now covering his boxers instead of him.

“I would absolutely love to be with you, if that’s what you want.” I lay him down on my bed, then run my fingers through his multicoloured hair...it’s so soft. I lower myself onto the bed, lying on top of Yugi’s glorious nude form, drinking in the splendour with my eyes.

“It’s what I need.” Oh, I can tell from the way his eyes are shining, it is. He wraps his arms around my body and pulls me down for a tender kiss. Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like it before. His petal soft lips gently move against mine and his tongue caresses the inside of my mouth. I respond eagerly, though not demandingly - that would spoil the mood. My hands busy themselves with his sides, eliciting whimpers and mewls from the sex god below me. Someone up there likes me, I’m sure of it.

I break the kiss, moving downward, worshipping the tender flesh of Yugi’s neck with my mouth. His eyes close in passion and he writhes beneath me, his breathing becoming laboured. Never have I seen someone this amazing. I don’t think I ever will again. I nibble gently, still on the neck, slowly descending and continuing to stroke Yugi’s sides and hips. His skin is so smooth, just like I imagined it would be. “Oh God...Malik...” My name from his lips makes me shudder against him, and I quickly notice him struggling to remove my boxers.

“You want those off?”

“What the hell do you think?” he growls, tugging at the cotton material with both hands. I laugh loudly, moving away from Yugi’s neck for the moment in order to discard my underwear, slowly. I can tell Yugi’s patience is wearing thin due to the growling that escapes his lush lips. “Hurry up.” Soon, the boxers are on the side of the bed and I’ve resumed my work - making Yugi squirm with desire.

My lips soon reach his collarbone, tenderly nipping and laving the skin there. A keening moan and an upward thrust tell me I’m doing well. My hands busy themselves with Yugi’s slender arms, while my mouth kisses its way down to a dusty rose nipple, peaked with desire. I hover my mouth over the bud, my hands trailing nonsensical patterns across his skin. Judging by the way I’m being glared at, I don’t think Yugi likes being teased. He looks so adorable like that...adorable? What is wrong with me? I relinquish my teasing, sucking on the pink jewel as the violet-eyed beauty gasps and writhes beneath me.

I believe I must have an addiction to innocence, a delicious problem that occurs whenever Yugi’s silky black eyelashes hover over his deep amethyst eyes. Every curve stands out in the pale lighting of the cabin, and we pay no heed to the thunder and rain outside - it doesn’t matter in the slightest. Although the hail drumming on the roof is really pissing me off right now.

I ignore the noises of nature and kiss my way over to the other nipple, grinding my hips into the soft, peach toned ones bucking upward frantically. Being practically intertwined in his naked flesh causes a heady moan to spill from my throat, muffled by the rose bud between my lips.

“Malik...I...I need...” I pause in my suckling and raise my head up to gaze into Yugi’s half-lidded eyes. Gorgeous...absolutely gorgeous...and all mine to boot.

“What do you need?” My voice comes out husky, and my soon-to-be lover draws in a sharp breath. This is definitely od sod sign, as are the pale arms clinging to me and trying to bring me nearer to him.

“I...I...” His breathing is laboured, and he struggles to find words for what he’s expressing. I know what he needs. I just want to hear him say it. I’ve never had a chance at being dominant before this, and I’m taking everything I can.

“Tell me what you want, Yugi. What you desperately need.” Something between a cry and a whimper fills the air, and Yugi tugs me closer with a force I didn’t know he had. I’m really enjoying my seduction abilities.

“...lower...please...” Well if THAT isn’t an indication for wanting a blowjob, I don’t know what is. I kiss my way down the supple skin, trailing my hands wherever my lips missed. Soon, my head is nestled beneath golden curls, and Yugi thrashes from side to side, mewling like a kitten. I run my hand along his penis, lightly, so as to give an added illusion of sensation. The mewls turn to loud cries and I firmly keep his hio tho the bed, stroking him further, more deftly each time. “Malik!!” Yugi arches upwards, his hands fisting in the bed sheets.

“Oh Yugi...” I can’t help but say his name before I run my tongue along the weeping organ presented to me. The beauty’s cries turn to incoherent moans, and his petite frame thrashes violently, making it harder tod hid him down. He smells like sandalwood and tastes like...white musk. I reach the tip and begin to suckle on it, caressing his scrotum simultaneously. The result turns out to be Yugi screaming, panting and babbling...so fucking hot when he does that.

“Aaaah! Oh, oh, oh...oh God Malik...ah...ah...please...oh...yes...more..” he gasps, his eyelids clenched shut in euphoria. I take him deeper, smiling as his pleas grow louder and more desperate, as well as lesstingtinguishable. “Nnnn...agh! Oh, ohhhh...” His hips keep trying to snap towards me, even as I clamp downward with my hands, abandoning the scrotum so I don’t choke on him.

“Ple...ah...aaaah...” He won’t last much longer. I give it a few seconds before his orgasm. “MALIK!!” Yugi’s soft peach body goes taut like a bowstring as his essence spills into my mouth. Not a very nice taste, mind you, but the look on his face is worth it. I almost lose myself right there...it’s very tempting to grind into the bed sheets like a bitch in heat.

Coming down from the euphoric high, Yugi pants tiredly, his eyes just barely able to stay open. A thin sheen of sweat covers his whole form, illuminating him in the light of the cabin. He honestly looks like angel...and frankly I’m starting to wonder if I really deserve this.

Suddenly, I hear a small sob and realize that my lover is crying. I don’t understand...did I do something wrong? Did I hurt him somehow? Worried, I run a hand over a cheek quickly becoming tear-stained. “...Yugi? What’s wrong?” Another sob, louder this time.

“I-I’m s-sorry...”

“...what?” I lay beside him and take him into my arms. His body shivers and curls against mine, the saline from his eyes collecting in the dip of my neck. I place a tender kiss to his crown in an effort to calm him down. “What on earth would you need to be sorry for?”

“I...I can’t do this Malik, I though I could, I thought I wanted to...but...but I...oh God...” His violet orbs clench tightly, ineffective in their goal to trap the tears inside their grasp. Yugi’s face burrows by my collarbone, and I lightly massage his back. “S-something just feels wrong...”

“We don’t have go any further than this.” I kiss his nose affectionately. “Just being near you is enough pleasure for a lifetime.” Wow, my brain decided to kick in at the RIGHT time fore. e. I’m becoming a corny, lovesick idiot too... .

“That’s pathetically corny, Malik.” And to think, I actually thought he wouldn’t notice that. I don’t give him nearly enough credit.

“Yeah...but if it wasn’t for you being so perfect I wouldn’t have to be. This corniness is all YOUR fault.” I nibble lightly on his jawbone, causing him to sigh in some contentment. The back rubbing’s been calming him down too.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For putting up with me and everything. I’m really sorry and-” I cover his kiss-swollen lips with my own, effectively turning his sentence into nothing but a fragment. Yugi curls in closer, his slender hands splayed out over my hips and his mouth csingsing mine gently. I swear, it’s a blissful agony, having his naked, curvy frame against my own and not being able to be inside him like I had previously hoped. Glorious torture, magnificent pain...hey, Romeo and Juliet-esque oxymorons. NOW I remember why I stole that English textbook. We slowly break the kiss and Yugi smiles, his eyes shining from past tears. I can also sense a deep trust...and the passion that, for now, I have to keep dormant inside myself.

“Don’t you EVER apologize for something you don’t want to do. That is YOUR choice and you shouldn’t feel sorry for changing your mind at any time.” I run my fingers through the silken highlights of my lover’s hair. He gives a small mewling noise that travels straight to my groin. Damn testosterone...maybe Ryou will have some estrogen pills I could take. I mean, come on. There’s no way that kid could be that effeminate NATURALLY. A loud yawn interrupts my judgement of the Bakura lookalike, and there’s Yugi, looking exhausted. “If you’re so tired, go to sleep.”

“I’m not tired....”

“Oh really?” I snicker, noting how incredibly cute he looks when he’s trying to glare but doesn’t have enough energy. Another yawn is projected into the air.

“Maybe...just a little...” Yugi smiles, trailing a silky index finger over my lips. I nibble on the pad tenderly and a minute blush stains his already rose cheeks. His violet eyes then close, and he drifts off into slumber still wrapped around me. Again, I can feel it as I too fall asleep, that presence that is purely Yugi and can only be identified by that one word...Innocenti.

~*~

Wow. That took a while. Let me know what you all think, hmkay?