Tight

Tight
by Sakata Ri Houjun

Pairing: Malik/Otogi (Duke)
Rating: R

Warning: Don’t assume anything.

AN: That time of month again for me when my yaoi fanfic writer’s guild asks for ficlet offerings. The criteria this time: three particular phrases. Originally it was supposed to be Seto/Jou, but I wanted a change of pace.
And good news, I now have spell checker! No excuses for me!

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Staring at the alluring figure that hovered over him, Malik Ishtar laid upon the tangled covers of the bed they shared, half-naked and panting. Fully bewitched by the jade eyes that held him captive, forever tumbling down into those gleaming depths until he all but forgot the situation at hand. A situation that he was fully reminded of a moment later when he wriggled his hips, feeling that tightness which encapsulated his flesh.

“It’s stuck.”

Truly an epiphany that drew upon every ounce of his expertise in this particular field.

But that would also mean…

“I’m stuck.”

Otogi Ryuuji stopped breathing heavily long enough to cran his neck, slanted eyes glinting through the curtain of ebony. “Oh for the love of smut.* How the hell can you be stuck?”

“I am,” came the simple reply from the bed.

“We tried this yesterday and you were fine then,” the dice master argued, a frown pulling at his mouth.

The Egyptian’s amethyst eyes glared right back up, a matching scowl darkening his exotic features. “Yeah well, now I’m stuck.”

Otogi moaned a little bit. “Hurry up,” he whined impatiently. “I don’t think I can wait forever.”

“I can hardly move if I’m stuck,” Malik returned drolly, shifting so he could have a more comfortable position on the bed.

“Well, try adjusting your angle or moving your hips this way a bit,” Otogi suggested, brows furrowing as he assessed the situation carefully. “Maybe you’re just not setting yourself up properly.”

“Right.”

“Fucking move already,” the raven-haired teen moaned, his voice taking on a slightly frantic edge. “It’s not exactly rocket science.”

“You’d be surprised,” was the dry retort. Malik knitted his eyebrows and twisted a bit, all the time aiming forward, trying to get through this ordeal as quickly as humanly possible.

There came a soft purring noise from above him as hands tightened on his hips. “Oooh…”

Malik paused, blinking up at his lover. “Ok?”

Otogi sighed a little before chuckling softly. “Yeah, peachy. Now go on.”

“But are you sure it’s ok?” The Egyptian teen was obviously hesitant to continue if his lover was having problems of any kind.

“It’s fine,” Otogi assured him, rubbing gently at his hip. “Now, are you going finish it, or do I have to go somewhere else?”

“Impatient ass,” the prone youth muttered, sticking out his tongue.

“Love you too,” Otogi returned in a singsong voice, winking playfully.

With a harrumph, Malik resumed his task, desperately hoping he wouldn’t cause any lasting damage. It was only his second time to try this and he ardently hoped he could live up to the dice duelist’s seemingly high expectations. And there was no denying that when Otogi gave him that particularly flirtatious smile, there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t agree too.

After a moment of moving about in experimental patterns, the Egyptian was rewarded with a series of appreciative noises and he knew he was on the right track. After that moment, he found that he just didn’t care anymore. The center of his universe was focused on that one, tight opening, and nothing was going to stop until he achieved his intended goal.

“You’re almost there!” Otogi shouted excitedly, his voice a touch breathless. “Don’t you dare stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” the Egyptian grunted out, the bed creaking from his jerking movements.

“Almost there…almost there…” There was a heartbeat of suspended anticipation, adrenaline surging through the dice master’s dstrdstream before he called out his lover’s name in satisfaction, the sound carrying throughout the small bedroom.

And then it was all over. Malik’s muscles trembled with exhaustion, and he found himself suddenly with an armload of Otogi, the ebony-haired teen nuzzling affectionately. Malik panted for breath even as his lover extricated himself from his embrace and smiled over at him appreciatively, the love evident in his jade eyes.

“Is it…ok?” the dark-skinned youth asked, chest heaving with his labored breaths.

“Would you like the truth, or rather me lie to make you happy?*” he murmured back playfully, fingers trailing languidly over flushed bronskinskin.

Malik lifted his head, assessing the damage for himself only to gasp out when he saw what his forceful actions has done. “Oh Ra! I’m so sorry, Otogi!”

He shook his head, long hair falling into his eyes as he chuckled. “No big deal. I mean, it’s only a minor tear. You know I don’t mind it if you’re a little rough.”

“Words marked, remembered, and stored for blackmail*,” Malik returned, grinning evilly.

“Oh, hush you,” the dice duelist muttered before leaning over, pressing his lips to the Egyptian’s in a sweet tender kiss of victory.

“Otogi?” he murmured after a moment of shared silence.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t care how much you love me or how great I look. Just next time, don’t talk me into wearing your tight leather pants when we go out.”

~***~

*Three phrases in question:
“For the love of smut!”
“Would you like the truth, or rather me lie to make you happy?”
“Words marked, remembered, and stored for blackmail.”