Black Rose
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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13
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Black Rose
YRE: Originally posted elsewhere w/o the lemon...hope you enjoy ^______^
Marik: Mmmm...she doesn't own anything...
Malik: O.o;; Marik...stop doing...o.O;;...^_^...nevermind...
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“You taste like red.”
A purr, so soft, so quiet, so tender.
“Pretty hikari.”
Lids heavy with sleep and exhaustion, stir. Lavender slits pierce the dusky air of the morn.
“Pretty hikari mine.”
Sluggishly, he awakes, a mew of a yawn as he stretches and twists; black, satin sheets wrapping around slender legs.
“You look like sunshine.”
The faintest twitch of lips, more smirk than smile, less sneer than grin.
“Feel like rain.”
He sat up, strong hand clutching his wrist, lovely, violet bruises flowering from the need and want restraining him.
“Smell like sand.”
Blond strands danced across his sun-kissed flesh, cupping the boy’s dark face, caressing his neck, and spilling over shoulders, gentle folds of strung gold.
“Sound like smiles.”
Malik lazily gazed at his dark, petting the shadow’s untamable spikes, and musing over the yami’s prattle.
“Sound like smiles?” he grinned, a lovely flash of white against his caramel features.
“Mmhmm…” Marik lazily let the throated sound ooze as he pulled the boy’s wrist and brought his light closer, gently nipping at the pretty’s jaw.
“Silly dark.” The smaller chuckled, allowing the warm and deadly embrace of his other to overtake him, chests pressed together, one heart beating for two.
Sound like smiles? Well, he supposed that if one was capable of hearing death, that cold and empty echo, then one must be capable of hearing…smiles?
“Stupid dark.”
No sooner had the words escaped, than the icy sound of an angry growl drowned him. Thick and hard to swallow, the virulent coil of bloodshed twisted and writhed in the shadow’s mind, fingers flexed and violet slit as the da tem temptations split and tore at his mind.
“What?” Malik grinned, feigning innocence as he leaned in, tracing his yami’s ear, tongue flicking around the rim.
The dark’s lip trembled with deadly intentions as he suppressed his rage, snarling while snapping his head away from the youth’s teasing lips.
“You’re horribly sexy when you’re angry.” the blond hikari purred, smirking and draping himself across the dark’s body, full weight pinning the other to the bed, and allowing a black slash of a grin to rip across the yami’s face.
“Shadow.”
His shadow, his yami, his dark, his, his, his.
Marik’s head rolled brokenly to one side, violet watching and drinking and gorging on the smaller, gobbling up the innocence, licking his chops, and starving for more. Painted on the walkway, splashed across the wall, flickering over the carpet, and slinking down the hall…he was just that, a shadow, everywhere and anywhere there was a sliver of light, a glimpse of hope, a need for sanity, he was Marik, a nightmare, a thought, a translucent existence of nothing, the embodiment of hell and fury, wrapped in violet cloaks and embroidered with gold.
“I have a present for you, Pet.” Marik’s voice, like summer thunder with frozen screams, tickled the hikari’s ear, the smaller wriggling and peering with childish curiosity at his ebony reflection.
A present? From Marik?
The blond trailed idle paths across the dark’s chest, feigning indifference as he watched Marik through gold lashes. “Really?” he smiled impishly and leaned forward “What is it?” a hiss, sharp and strung with disgust, a mocking tone and chastising smirk, for how could Marik, dealer of death, break and be kind? Not to say that the boy didn’t like the idea, a day without blood and bruises, no screams and scars, or tears and torture, it would be a welcome change, hopefully not permanent, he did, after all, enjoy the taste of masochism his exotic other stank of.
Marik’s lips curled into that masterfully crafted sneer, belittling the other for hoping and wanting and believing; believing that Marik could care, that Marik could love, that Marik could think of someone other than himself. Foolish little light, the yami pet the mussed mop of sandy strands, chuckling deeply and tangling his slender fingers in the gold hair, tugging roughly and giggling manically when his precious hikari yelped.
Lavender widened as Malik felt the familiar hunger course through his dark’s mind, the screech of power and hatred and lust tearing through the light’s mind, blinding him numb with need and despair. His eyes watered, the glassy mist of pale, pale purple enthralling Marik, the dark leaned toward what was his and darted his tongue at the salty trails marring his pretty. The icy blade of the Rod left red, red paths as it scratched and tasted the boy’s scars, splitting, bursting, engulfing Malik with anguish. Marik allowed the Item to slip from his grasp, landing with a sharp clink on the floor, and spread his fingers across the sticky warmth, slicking the boy’s back with his own essence.
Malik whimpered, eyes fluttering, lips trembling, body lax and limp and Marik’s to take. “Pretty hikari mine.” the dark murmured, sinking his fingers into the nape of the boy’s neck and dragging his nails down the smaller’s back, ruining the lovely scripture of his birth by riddling it with streaks and scratches of angry red.
The dark slid out from under Malik and pressed the hikari’s chest to the bed, both hands on the boy’s back, pinning him down. Marik smirked and grazed the scarlet streaked flesh with his tongue, irritating the cuts and reveling in the sharp taste. Malik hissed, arching his back and keening lightly from the pain. “You taste like red…” The Egyptian yami lightly wondered if it were possible to drain his hikari of that damn ink, just cut and spill the black writing, pour it into a cup and sip at it, make the hurt go away…
A sharp slash of gold marred their bed; Marik growled at the sun, snarl melting into a look of awe as he noticed the way his hikari seemed to glow, hair and flesh and soul ablaze in gold. “Look like sunshine…” the dark slowly trailed the black wings on his light’s back with a slender finger, purring softly and turning the boy over. Marik smiled cruelly, parting the other’s legs and dancing heated fingertips on his inner thigh, giggling madly as Malik mewled. Gently lifting the boy’s hips, the yami snickered and feather-touched the boy’s flesh with his tongue, leaving a slick trail as he made his way to the smaller’s entrance, flicking in and probing Malik, teasing the bud and making the light squirm.
Lifting his head, the hunger in Marik’s eyes startled the boy, heavy and laden with lust; the violet alone spoke to Malik. The dark grinned and wrapped his tongue around three digits, making quite an erotic display as he bathed them with saliva, eyes half lidded and seeping with want and need. He kissed the boy tenderly; sliding two fingers in him at once and slipping his tongue into the smaller’s mouth when he gasped. Marik slowly stretched his other; massaging the boy’s inner walls and making quick scissor motions, pulling in and out a few times before adding the third finger, all the while keeping their lips locked in a frenzied battle, winning when the blond hikari groaned and thrust himself against Marik’s inquisitive fingers, wanting his dark to brush against that spot again.
Marik nodded to himself, pulling his fingers out and licking the boy’s lips as a promise of better things to come. He straddled the light and roughly ground himself against the smaller, the electric surges coursing through their bodies as already aroused members crashed against one another, sharp gasps and strangled moans filling the air. Malik panted heavily, chest swelling and head swimming in fogged pleasure, bucking toward his yami for more of the cock tormenting games. The dark’s length pulsed thick and hot against the hikari’s leg as Marik leaned forward and snatched the boy’s mouth in a violent kiss, growling and nicking the parted lips with an unconscious bite, he lapped at the salty, sweet flavor while positioning himself at the light’s entrance.
Malik screamed into the dark’s mouth when in one swift motion Marik had penetrated the smaller. Whimpering lightly, the hikari clenched his eyes closed while trying to relax his muscles, the rings quivering and stinging around the large intrusion, quickly recognizing the command and easing so the boy’s other half could pull out and plunge back in without difficulty. The dark chuckled; a deep throated sound of tamed thunder, and rocked his hips, hearing Malik moan and quietly pleaded for more.
Pulling out so only the tip of his penis remained within the starving body before him; Marik cocked his head in mock thought, smiling when his light glared and wrapped his legs around the yami’s waist, effectively shoving his dark back into place. Marik groaned in satisfaction as the tight heat willingly enveloped him, feeling when his other leaned forward, coming to sit up, impaled with the dark’s length and beginning to lift himself up only to come crashing down again, the erratic rhythm hitching both their breaths and making their hearts race.
Malik’s member pulsed between their chests, swollen and slick with precum. The dark snaked one arm around the boy’s waist, the other hand scratching the stiff length before gently caressing the throbbing flesh, squeezing in time to the heated thrusts. Their bodies beaded with sweat, Malik shimmering before his yami’s eyes as he ran his fingers over the damp flesh “Feel like rain…”
Marik attacked his light’s neck, tongue and teeth and lips assaulting the taut, dark flesh, the boy shivering against him and moaning loudly when the grasp on his member tightened considerably. The shadow buried his face in the waves of strung gold, nuzzling the smaller’s hair and inhaling the intoxicating essence of his light “Smell like sand…”
The Egyptian dark grunted, his other’s movements becoming frantic, raspy breath beating heavily in his ear when Malik bit the yami’s shoulder in an effort to muffle his cries. Deciding to take mattintointo his own hands, Marik placed the boy back on the bed and began to violently pound into the squirming form, slamming repeatedly into the boy’s prostrate and feeling the hikari’s muscles ripple as his body tensed. Malik threw his head back, crying out Marik’s name as the light’s orgasm splatteacroacross their chests, the brilliant light of millions of s bls blinding him as he rode wave after wave of dark pleasure. Malik became a few sizes too small for Marik as his muscles clamped around the dark’s length, the yami spilling within his light with a growl, the world silent and still as they tumbled from their high. The Egyptian dark grinned, wiped his brow, and cooed into his hikari’s ear “Sound like smiles…”
Marik ran his fingers over the boy’s chest, tongue lapped greedily, cleaning the pretty mess Malik had made, and smiled seductively at his light. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Pet.” Malik keened as his dark gently cradled him, the dusky arms that held him tenderly soothing the stinging slits, the dangerous security more than a comfort. Marik gingerly reached to the table, pulled open the drawer, and carefully took out his gift, so what if he had broken, given in, cared, needed, loved his Malik, he was a shattered boy with a shard as a yami, they couldn’t break. The boy snuggled against the wider chest, reveling in the familiar, sand-etched scent, sighing in twisted satisfaction…gasping as he reached for the gift.
A rose, so deep and dark a shade of violet, it appeared black, poed wed with venomous beauty and mocking them with velvet petals and satin leaves. Long, thin stalk strewn with red-tipped thorns, and bubbling with the intoxicating perfume of sweet, blood smudged kisses. Malik smiled, softly kissing his dark and nipping at Marik’s lips “Happy Valentine’s Day, Love.”
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YRE: Yum...^_^ dumb, yeah, I know...
Marik: XD
Malik: -_-;;
~YamiRynEnjeru
Marik: Mmmm...she doesn't own anything...
Malik: O.o;; Marik...stop doing...o.O;;...^_^...nevermind...
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“You taste like red.”
A purr, so soft, so quiet, so tender.
“Pretty hikari.”
Lids heavy with sleep and exhaustion, stir. Lavender slits pierce the dusky air of the morn.
“Pretty hikari mine.”
Sluggishly, he awakes, a mew of a yawn as he stretches and twists; black, satin sheets wrapping around slender legs.
“You look like sunshine.”
The faintest twitch of lips, more smirk than smile, less sneer than grin.
“Feel like rain.”
He sat up, strong hand clutching his wrist, lovely, violet bruises flowering from the need and want restraining him.
“Smell like sand.”
Blond strands danced across his sun-kissed flesh, cupping the boy’s dark face, caressing his neck, and spilling over shoulders, gentle folds of strung gold.
“Sound like smiles.”
Malik lazily gazed at his dark, petting the shadow’s untamable spikes, and musing over the yami’s prattle.
“Sound like smiles?” he grinned, a lovely flash of white against his caramel features.
“Mmhmm…” Marik lazily let the throated sound ooze as he pulled the boy’s wrist and brought his light closer, gently nipping at the pretty’s jaw.
“Silly dark.” The smaller chuckled, allowing the warm and deadly embrace of his other to overtake him, chests pressed together, one heart beating for two.
Sound like smiles? Well, he supposed that if one was capable of hearing death, that cold and empty echo, then one must be capable of hearing…smiles?
“Stupid dark.”
No sooner had the words escaped, than the icy sound of an angry growl drowned him. Thick and hard to swallow, the virulent coil of bloodshed twisted and writhed in the shadow’s mind, fingers flexed and violet slit as the da tem temptations split and tore at his mind.
“What?” Malik grinned, feigning innocence as he leaned in, tracing his yami’s ear, tongue flicking around the rim.
The dark’s lip trembled with deadly intentions as he suppressed his rage, snarling while snapping his head away from the youth’s teasing lips.
“You’re horribly sexy when you’re angry.” the blond hikari purred, smirking and draping himself across the dark’s body, full weight pinning the other to the bed, and allowing a black slash of a grin to rip across the yami’s face.
“Shadow.”
His shadow, his yami, his dark, his, his, his.
Marik’s head rolled brokenly to one side, violet watching and drinking and gorging on the smaller, gobbling up the innocence, licking his chops, and starving for more. Painted on the walkway, splashed across the wall, flickering over the carpet, and slinking down the hall…he was just that, a shadow, everywhere and anywhere there was a sliver of light, a glimpse of hope, a need for sanity, he was Marik, a nightmare, a thought, a translucent existence of nothing, the embodiment of hell and fury, wrapped in violet cloaks and embroidered with gold.
“I have a present for you, Pet.” Marik’s voice, like summer thunder with frozen screams, tickled the hikari’s ear, the smaller wriggling and peering with childish curiosity at his ebony reflection.
A present? From Marik?
The blond trailed idle paths across the dark’s chest, feigning indifference as he watched Marik through gold lashes. “Really?” he smiled impishly and leaned forward “What is it?” a hiss, sharp and strung with disgust, a mocking tone and chastising smirk, for how could Marik, dealer of death, break and be kind? Not to say that the boy didn’t like the idea, a day without blood and bruises, no screams and scars, or tears and torture, it would be a welcome change, hopefully not permanent, he did, after all, enjoy the taste of masochism his exotic other stank of.
Marik’s lips curled into that masterfully crafted sneer, belittling the other for hoping and wanting and believing; believing that Marik could care, that Marik could love, that Marik could think of someone other than himself. Foolish little light, the yami pet the mussed mop of sandy strands, chuckling deeply and tangling his slender fingers in the gold hair, tugging roughly and giggling manically when his precious hikari yelped.
Lavender widened as Malik felt the familiar hunger course through his dark’s mind, the screech of power and hatred and lust tearing through the light’s mind, blinding him numb with need and despair. His eyes watered, the glassy mist of pale, pale purple enthralling Marik, the dark leaned toward what was his and darted his tongue at the salty trails marring his pretty. The icy blade of the Rod left red, red paths as it scratched and tasted the boy’s scars, splitting, bursting, engulfing Malik with anguish. Marik allowed the Item to slip from his grasp, landing with a sharp clink on the floor, and spread his fingers across the sticky warmth, slicking the boy’s back with his own essence.
Malik whimpered, eyes fluttering, lips trembling, body lax and limp and Marik’s to take. “Pretty hikari mine.” the dark murmured, sinking his fingers into the nape of the boy’s neck and dragging his nails down the smaller’s back, ruining the lovely scripture of his birth by riddling it with streaks and scratches of angry red.
The dark slid out from under Malik and pressed the hikari’s chest to the bed, both hands on the boy’s back, pinning him down. Marik smirked and grazed the scarlet streaked flesh with his tongue, irritating the cuts and reveling in the sharp taste. Malik hissed, arching his back and keening lightly from the pain. “You taste like red…” The Egyptian yami lightly wondered if it were possible to drain his hikari of that damn ink, just cut and spill the black writing, pour it into a cup and sip at it, make the hurt go away…
A sharp slash of gold marred their bed; Marik growled at the sun, snarl melting into a look of awe as he noticed the way his hikari seemed to glow, hair and flesh and soul ablaze in gold. “Look like sunshine…” the dark slowly trailed the black wings on his light’s back with a slender finger, purring softly and turning the boy over. Marik smiled cruelly, parting the other’s legs and dancing heated fingertips on his inner thigh, giggling madly as Malik mewled. Gently lifting the boy’s hips, the yami snickered and feather-touched the boy’s flesh with his tongue, leaving a slick trail as he made his way to the smaller’s entrance, flicking in and probing Malik, teasing the bud and making the light squirm.
Lifting his head, the hunger in Marik’s eyes startled the boy, heavy and laden with lust; the violet alone spoke to Malik. The dark grinned and wrapped his tongue around three digits, making quite an erotic display as he bathed them with saliva, eyes half lidded and seeping with want and need. He kissed the boy tenderly; sliding two fingers in him at once and slipping his tongue into the smaller’s mouth when he gasped. Marik slowly stretched his other; massaging the boy’s inner walls and making quick scissor motions, pulling in and out a few times before adding the third finger, all the while keeping their lips locked in a frenzied battle, winning when the blond hikari groaned and thrust himself against Marik’s inquisitive fingers, wanting his dark to brush against that spot again.
Marik nodded to himself, pulling his fingers out and licking the boy’s lips as a promise of better things to come. He straddled the light and roughly ground himself against the smaller, the electric surges coursing through their bodies as already aroused members crashed against one another, sharp gasps and strangled moans filling the air. Malik panted heavily, chest swelling and head swimming in fogged pleasure, bucking toward his yami for more of the cock tormenting games. The dark’s length pulsed thick and hot against the hikari’s leg as Marik leaned forward and snatched the boy’s mouth in a violent kiss, growling and nicking the parted lips with an unconscious bite, he lapped at the salty, sweet flavor while positioning himself at the light’s entrance.
Malik screamed into the dark’s mouth when in one swift motion Marik had penetrated the smaller. Whimpering lightly, the hikari clenched his eyes closed while trying to relax his muscles, the rings quivering and stinging around the large intrusion, quickly recognizing the command and easing so the boy’s other half could pull out and plunge back in without difficulty. The dark chuckled; a deep throated sound of tamed thunder, and rocked his hips, hearing Malik moan and quietly pleaded for more.
Pulling out so only the tip of his penis remained within the starving body before him; Marik cocked his head in mock thought, smiling when his light glared and wrapped his legs around the yami’s waist, effectively shoving his dark back into place. Marik groaned in satisfaction as the tight heat willingly enveloped him, feeling when his other leaned forward, coming to sit up, impaled with the dark’s length and beginning to lift himself up only to come crashing down again, the erratic rhythm hitching both their breaths and making their hearts race.
Malik’s member pulsed between their chests, swollen and slick with precum. The dark snaked one arm around the boy’s waist, the other hand scratching the stiff length before gently caressing the throbbing flesh, squeezing in time to the heated thrusts. Their bodies beaded with sweat, Malik shimmering before his yami’s eyes as he ran his fingers over the damp flesh “Feel like rain…”
Marik attacked his light’s neck, tongue and teeth and lips assaulting the taut, dark flesh, the boy shivering against him and moaning loudly when the grasp on his member tightened considerably. The shadow buried his face in the waves of strung gold, nuzzling the smaller’s hair and inhaling the intoxicating essence of his light “Smell like sand…”
The Egyptian dark grunted, his other’s movements becoming frantic, raspy breath beating heavily in his ear when Malik bit the yami’s shoulder in an effort to muffle his cries. Deciding to take mattintointo his own hands, Marik placed the boy back on the bed and began to violently pound into the squirming form, slamming repeatedly into the boy’s prostrate and feeling the hikari’s muscles ripple as his body tensed. Malik threw his head back, crying out Marik’s name as the light’s orgasm splatteacroacross their chests, the brilliant light of millions of s bls blinding him as he rode wave after wave of dark pleasure. Malik became a few sizes too small for Marik as his muscles clamped around the dark’s length, the yami spilling within his light with a growl, the world silent and still as they tumbled from their high. The Egyptian dark grinned, wiped his brow, and cooed into his hikari’s ear “Sound like smiles…”
Marik ran his fingers over the boy’s chest, tongue lapped greedily, cleaning the pretty mess Malik had made, and smiled seductively at his light. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Pet.” Malik keened as his dark gently cradled him, the dusky arms that held him tenderly soothing the stinging slits, the dangerous security more than a comfort. Marik gingerly reached to the table, pulled open the drawer, and carefully took out his gift, so what if he had broken, given in, cared, needed, loved his Malik, he was a shattered boy with a shard as a yami, they couldn’t break. The boy snuggled against the wider chest, reveling in the familiar, sand-etched scent, sighing in twisted satisfaction…gasping as he reached for the gift.
A rose, so deep and dark a shade of violet, it appeared black, poed wed with venomous beauty and mocking them with velvet petals and satin leaves. Long, thin stalk strewn with red-tipped thorns, and bubbling with the intoxicating perfume of sweet, blood smudged kisses. Malik smiled, softly kissing his dark and nipping at Marik’s lips “Happy Valentine’s Day, Love.”
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YRE: Yum...^_^ dumb, yeah, I know...
Marik: XD
Malik: -_-;;
~YamiRynEnjeru