The Price to Pay

The Price to Pay


NC17


by: hollyberry

summary: A collection of random MalikRyou lemons. MR, occasional MarikRyouMalik, and BR.response to spiderweb's malikryou contest.

a/n: This fic is in response to spiderweb's MalikRyou contest. I'm new at writing but I hope I win! I'd love that fanart! A NAKED Ryou? yumm...

Ryou:(blushing bright red) What's so yummy about that???
hb: (evil grin) Ask your masters...
Ryou: uhh...
hb: yes, darling, that's Malik, Bakura, and Marik
Malik:(appearing out of nowhere) Can I rape Ryou?
Ryou: -_- eep
Marik: hikari, you perverted lech! I have a better idea! Let's hang Ryou upside down and cut off his Rod! (snickers like hell)
Ryou,Malik,Bakura: 0__0 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Malik:(hits Marik upside the head) What're you trying to do? Waste a perfectly good fucker?
Ryou:(blush) Awww..Malik...am I that good?
Malik:(looks proudly) if you promise me a fuck, then yes.
Ryou: ^_^ Okay.
Bakura: (glomps Ryou) Now that I think about it...maybe Marik's proposition wasn't a bad idea. Whaddya say, hikari?
Ryou:(very red in the face) You and Marik aren't getting any tonight, Bakura.
Bakura and Marik: Fi---WHAAAAAAT???
Malik:(snickers) Great...Ryou's ALL MINE!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Ryou: I'm traumatized
hb: No ya aren't. Now go fuck with Malik while I do the story
Malik and Ryou: (smiles happily, glomps each other, and gives everybody a free show)
Bakura and Marik: (drool) Damn...
hb: Okay, pips! Here's the story.

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Chapter 1: Counting the Seconds
Everybody except Malik and me(the narrator) will call Ryou 'Bakura' because Y. Bakura won't be in this chap. (Y.Baku:hey!)]
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"I don't know what I'm doing here..."

Ryou Bakura breathed deeply, his head aching because of the loud music playing over the house. He glanced at his watch. It was already 10 pm and his dad would kill him if he found out his favorite 17-year old son was out drinking senselessly with friends.

"What're you worrying about?" Otogi Ryuuji asked. He was sitting beside Ryou and he noticed how much the teen was fidgeting. "In 2 hours, you'll be 18. You're your own free person. Even if you don't go home, your dad can't do a damn thing about it."

Ryou pouted, practically shouting if only to be heard over the loud music mixed with defeaning shouts from people dancing at the center of the Ryuuji's living room. "That's not the point. I promised my father I'd spend the first ticking minutes of my birthday with him. Besides...I'm not exactly having fun..."

There was a commotion at the dance floor and three young boys emerged from the thick crowd. They were all laughing and one of them was holding a bottle of beer in his hand.

The smallest of the three stumbled toward the couch where Otogi and Ryou were sitting. He landed sloppily onto Ryou's lap, his laughter unrestrained.

"Malik, get off me!" Ryou scowled, getting a mouthful of Egyptian hair. He turned to Malik's companions. "A little help here?"

One of the boys, Honda grinned. "Aw, come on, Bakura. Since when have you been such a party pooper? Malik just loooves you!"

"Yeah." Jounouchi chorused. He bent down and whispered something in Malik's ear. Ryou stared at them suspiciously.

Lavender eyes lighted up. Malik turned himself around so he was facing Ryou. He wrapped his legs around the white-haired teen's slender waist.

"Malik..." Ryou began nervously, his eyes on Malik's brown hands gently running up and down his chest. "What are you doing?"

"Seducing you, you dolt." Malik smirked, grabbing Ryou's hand and pressing it against the bulge on his pants.

The poor boy nearly jumped right out of his skin. "Malik Ishtar!!!"

"Malik Ishtar!!!" the Egyptian mimicked, throwing away the bottle of beer he held. He pressed his forehead against Ryou's, lashing his long pink tongue out to lick the tip of the pretty boy's nose. "Marry me."

"It's not nice to joke like that!" Ryou snapped, turning 5000 shades of red. "I'm going home."

He tried to break free, but Malik grabbed his wrist. "No, you're not. You're dancing with me."

"But---"Ryou started to protest as Malik dragged him to the center of the room. "It's---"

"Shut up." Malik growled, slamming in rythm to lou loud music against Ryou's body, locking their lips in searing passion. Ryou closed his eyes and at once melted in the kiss. He opened his mouth slightly, and he felt Malik's slick wet tongue slide in, taking dominance and tasting every bit of his mouth. Ryou gasped softly, feeling the tongue slide deeper down his throat. It was agonizingly arousing, and he grabbed onto Malik's head forcing to even deepen the kiss, nipping at his lips. He jumped slightly at the feeling of hands crawl up and down his back and eventually grab the cheeks of his ass, stroking and squeezing them hungrily. He could feel Malik's growing erection over the thin fabric of his pants, and he pressed himself closer, eliminating whatever space there was between them. Malik rubbed his hips fast and hard against Ryou's, smirking at the rythmical moans he was receiving from the other boy. They danced that way, neither realizing time nor the droolieopleople staring at them.

Finally, Malik couldn't take it anymore. He pulled away from Ryou and looked him in the eye. "Fuck me."

Ryou bit his lip, his body aching with need he couldn't restrain. Not replying, he grasped Malik's hand and led him out the dance floor and up the stairs to where the rooms were.

Ryou pushed open the first door he saw and win, in, Malik following closely at his heels. He hurriedly took of his damn restraining clothes, and even before Malik was halfway done stripping, he pushed him onto the king-sized bed and started devouring his sweet honey-brown skin.

Malik smirked, feeling Ryou's hungry tongue lick his his body. He moaned in pleasure when Ryou's supple mouth found his hardened nipple and began sucking on it. He grabbed onto Ryou's waist and gently switched their positions. He got off the bed, and took his time in taking the rest of his clothes off. Ryou lay on the bed, staring up at him with wide chocolate-brown eyes. His white hair was disarrayed on the pillow and his naked body, illuminated by the moonlight, looked so beautiful and so fuckable to Malik.

"What time is it?" Ryou asked suddenly, an innocent look on his face.

"I think it's twelve. Why?" Malik replied, pulling himself back onto the bed, and positioning himself between Ryou's legs, where a particularly appealing sight was erecting.

Ryou blushed softly, moving his legs farther apart when he felt Malik trace a lithe finger against his entrance. "...I'm officially an adult..."

"Happy 18th birthday, then." Malik smirked, licking his finger. He bent his head low and moved his mouth to nuzzle at Ryou's balls. "You're officially mine."

Ryou gasped, feeling wetness envelope his cock. His head swirled in mind-blowing pleasure as Malik laughed softly before sucking on his dick, lightly at first, then gradually turning dirty. He moaned at Malik's professional mouth, sucking him and deep-throating him.

"Oh Ra..." Ryou muttered incoherently, his hands on Malik's hair, pushing the Egyptian boy lustfully deeper in his attack. "I think I'm going to cum---"

Malik pulled away, kissing Ryou's crotch softly. "Not yet, beautiful. I still have plans for you."

Ryou started, his eyes widening at the mischievous smirk playing on Malik's lips. "Uh oh."

"Run all you want...you can't get away." Malik muttered, pinning Ryou's struggling body down by locking his knees on either of the boy's side and gently sitting on him. He glanced around the room, once again taking his time, searching for a lubricant.

"Malik---I'm scared!!!" Ryou complained tearfully, trying to push the Egyptian boy off him. "I've never done--- whatever you're thinking of doing--- before!!! AND I'M SCARED!!!"

Malik sighed, frowning. He grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved it very lightly down Ryou's face. "Quiet. I can't think."

Ryou piped down. The darkness the pillow provided made him all the more nervous---but he realized annoying Malik further would only make it worse for him. Besides, he agreed on this...

"I can't take the anticipation..." he mumbled worriedly.

"Don't worry, I've found it." Malik announced, snapping his fingers. Ryou felt the weight get off him, but he didn't dare to move a single muscle. He felt genuinely stiff and trembling a lot wasn't really helping much.

"Malik?" he asked the darkness uncertainly. "Where are you?"

"Here." Malik replied, his voice barely audible. Almost at once, Ryou felt the weight return and he knew Malik had positioned himself between his legs again. He heard a small squeaking sound like rubbing and he nearly fainted when he felt a sudden coldness tracing the entrance to his erection.

Malik removed the pillow from Ryou's face and looked him straight in the eye. "Which part of me do you like best?"

"What?" Ryou gave him a confused expression, his head tilting to the side. He thought a moment. "I like everything. Why?"

Malik grinned seductively. "You're flattering me. Lean up and kiss my mouth and don't let go."

Ryou eyed him uncertainly, but did as he was told. He wrapped his arms around Malik's neck and pulled the boy down, locking their lips in a hot passionate kiss. He opened his mouth and once again felt Malik's tongue slide in...but this time, he also felt something long and thin slide within him...and it hurt.

Malik inserted a long brown finger inside Ryou and waited for the boy's reaction. Ryou whimpered, a pained expression on his face. His grip on Malik's neck slackened and he screamed.

"Shhh..." Malik placed his free hand over Ryou's mouth to prevent anymore sound from escaping. "It's okay...trust me."

A tear slid down the pale boy's cheek, but he nodded feebly. Malik removed his hand, and Ryou bit his lip. "It hurts."

"It always hurts the most the first time...." Malik explained with a smirk. "...and it's always most special if you make love to a virgin..."

Ryou's cheeks winteinted with pink and he turned away, but Malik held his chin and turned his face back to him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ryou's. "This time, don't let go."

Malik waited for a few seconds...then very gently...he inserted another finger inside the other hikari. Ryou whimpered yet again, but his lips remained concentrated in kissing the Egyptian. His own white fingers were tangled in the messed up sheets on the bed, and as Malik inserted a third finger, he grabbed onto them with all his strength.

Then, Malik slowly removed his fingers from Ryou's body. He kissed the top of Ryou's head and grinned. "You're going to love this."

"What---AAAAAAhhhhhh..." Ryou moaned at the sudden impact of Malik's admirably large cock enter him. He dug his fingers against the bed sheets at the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure he was experiencing. "Oh.my. Ra. AAAAAhhhhh...."

Malik chuckled above him and he pressed himself slowly down Ryou--- but not fully---if only to tease the boy. "Does that feel good, pretty?"

Ryou nodded vigorously. "Yes. Yes. Yes....ohhh....."

A light entered Malik's eyes and he pressed himself fully onto Ryou. Ryou moaned and Malik pulled himself up...then down... rythmically. He pounded repeatedly on Ryou, making the boy scream and moan in absolute delight.

"Harder Malik!!!" Ryou screamed in ecstasy, his hands holding tight onto the bed. "Faster!!! HARDER!!!!"

"Ra...Ryou..." Malik demanded, panting. "You're so tight!!! Open up!!!"

Just then, Ryou screamed, and the two reached orgasm together. Malik spilled his seed inside Ryou and simply collapsed against the hikari's body. Ryou panted, his chest going up and down, feeling Malik's own heartbeat against him.

A minute passed...then Ryou began to laugh softly. Malik pushed himself up on his elbows and stared at the body below him.

"What's so funny?" Malik asked, tugging on a few strands of Ryou's platinum-colored hair.

Ryou ceased his laughter, his eyes locked with lavender orbs. "It's quite ironic, isn't it? I spent 18 years of my life preserving my virginity...and of all people...I lost it to you."

Malik raised an eyebrow. "Your point is?"

Ryou's face turned impassive. "You were the same Malik Ishtar who tormented me in Battle City, weren't you? You and Yami Bakura used me to get near Yami Yuugi." Ryou paused, his voice slightly wavering. "...and you had been so willing to put my life in the line of death..."

Malik was silent for a moment, a sudden guilt building up inside of him. He took hold of Ryou's hands and placed gentle kissess on each finger. "You've forgiven me."

"You never asked for it." Ryou replied softly.

"Nevertheless, you've forgiven me. " Malik insisted. His eyes darkened, and he gazed shyly at Ryou. "...and I...I've fallen in love with you..."

Ryou smiled, a soft wave of emotion erupting within him. "I know."

Malik leaned forward for another kiss, but before he could do anything as to near Ryou, the door to the room opened.

"Ryou!" Otogi called, a look of approval sketchen on his face at the sight of his two friends together...naked in bed. "...err...sorry to break the party...but your dad's here to see you."

Ryou yelped and hiding Malik behind him, he grabbed the blanket and covered them both.

Yaten Bakura peeked inside the room. "Son...I thought we'd be celebrating your 18th birthday together."

"Dad..."Ryou laughed nervously as Yaten's mouth dropped open at the sight of Malik peeking behind Ryou's shoulder. "uhmm..."

Yaten sighed, massaging his temple, as things dawned on him. "Oh...great Ra...I smell sex."

"I can explain!" Ryou protested quickly. "Dad...I..."

Yaten gave his son a skeptical look. "An explanation?" Yaten crossed his arms and tapped his feet. "Alright, I'm waiting. This has to be good. Now would my son care to tell me what the hell is he doing in this---dump----having sex with a boy I don't even know?"

"Tche." Malik exclaimed suddenly, wrapping his arms tight around Ryou's thin frame. "What's there to explain? I love your son, Mr. Bakura. Is that good enough for you?"

Ryou paled and nearly fainted at the livid look his dad was giving him. He loved Malik's sweet honesty...but maybe this wasn't a very good time to...

Yaten scowled, glaring at Malik but speaking to Ryou. "I'm expecting you back home in 15 minutes, young man...alone." Then, Ryou's father turned and huffed away.

Otogi followed after Yaten, winking and closing the door.

Ryou sighed and collapsed in Malik's arms, his brows furrowed with worry. "I have to go home now."

"So I heard." Malik replied nonchalantly. He stood up and pulled Ryou off the bed. "Come on. I'm going with you."

Ryou's eyes widened. "But---but---"

"I know, I . Yo. Your dad hates me." Malik gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "But I love you...so..." he paused and winked. "I need parent's consent to be your official lover, don't I?"

Ryou blushed, closing his eyes and feeling Malik's lips once again c in in against his. "I love you too."

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a/n: Please review and tell me if I should continue guys! This was meant to be one-shot as it IS the first of the random MalikRyou lemons. If you want another MalikRyou random lemon chap, tell me. But if you want this storyline to continue(it won't be random anymore) tell me too. I'll count the votes and majority wins.