kokoro no jutsu

...Okay. I’ve officially gone off the deep end. I have had the sudden urge to write some pointless, mindless yaoi smut, and Ra be damned, I’m actually going to do it! So yes. All standard disclaimers apply. That is, Yu-Gi-Oh! is not mine. (But I sure wish Malik was x.x) And this is my first time writing a lemon, and a YAOI one at that, so... be gentle with me ;-; I am but a virgin~ XD

Warnings: YAOI YAOI YAOI! If you don't like the thought of two hot guys pounding each other's asses, then don't read! ^_~ After all, why would you be here if you didn't like it? >:D

Pairing: Malik x Ryou

Kokoro no Jutsu

by PikaChan

“...and for future reference, starting Tuesday of next week, I will not be here, so you have an assignment to do over the weekend...”

The majority of Domino University’s Drawing I class groaned; Tanigawa Junko’s weekend assignments were always long and boring. Some students’ heads hit the desks in front of them, some rolled their eyes in frustration, some just didn’t care, but these reactions were typical.

The person most bothered by this was one Malik Ishtar -- it wasn’t that drawing was difficult for him, he’d been doing it for years, but this weekend, he had just wanted some free time to himself. Ever since he had started going to school, it seemed that there was absolutely no time left to do anything fun. Weekends were his escape from reality, and now he had homework. Stupid homework.

“Ah, but don’t worry,” Tanigawa said, “your assignment is an easy one.” This drew the attention of a few of the students, and she continued. “Since we’ve started doing figure drawing, you will have to find somebody to model for you, and when you come back on Monday, I want to see three sketches of said model. Of these three, one must be standing, one sitting, and one laying down...”

Malik looked up at the teacher and shrugged. That didn’t sound too difficult. However, what she said next threw him (as well as most of the class) for a loop.

“...and one of these three must be nude.” When the reactions from the class died down, she said, “To get a better understanding of the shape of the human body, you must see it with no obstructions. Your subject can be either male or female, and it will be up to you to decide who it shall be. Any questions?” There were none. At that time, the bell rang, signalling the end of the class. “Alright, I will see you all on Monday then.”

Several thoughts were running through Malik’s head, and he hardly even heard the bell rang. He was fine with the assignment, but drawing someone nude was completely new to him. Who, out of the people he knew, would be willing to pose for him?

Tanigawa’s voice broke the Egyptian’s thoughts. “Malik, the bell rang.”

“Uh... sensei?” he asked, not moving from his chair.

“Yes?”

He hesitated for a moment before speaking next. “I... I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do the assignment,” he said.

“Why not?”

“It’s not that it’ll be hard or anything, but... I don’t know if any of my friends would be willing to pose nude for me.”

“Well...” Tanigawa said, taking a seat in the empty desk in front of Malik. “I’m sure several students will have that problem. I suppose, if you want to, you can draw yourself, but I really would like to see you draw someone else. Most people are pretty familiar with the shapes of their own bodies, so it would be better practice for you not to draw your own body,” she explained.

Malik looked down at his desk. “...Oh.”

Tanigawa smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll figure something out. You’re a great artist, and anything you can do will suffice. Okay?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Malik still wasn’t too sure about the whole thing, but it wouldn’t hurt to think about it for a while.

“You’d better get to your next class,” the woman said before standing up and returning to her own desk.

Malik nodded, gathering his things. He had a free period this next hour, so it would give him time to think. He nodded at the teacher before heading out the door.

He exited from sch school into the courtyard area, where several students were goofing off. He went there every day during his free period, usually to draw or do work for another class. He settled down on a bench, reaching into his bag and taking out a large sketchbook and a pencil.

Malik opened the sketchbook to a clean page, and idly tapped the eraser end of his pencil on it. He didn’t know why he did that; he guessed it helped him think -- something he really needed to do right now.

Drawing had been one of his favorite pastimes for years, even when he lived underground as a tomb keeper. There was only so much one could do underground, so he had to find something to help pass the time. Also, Malik found that he could easily express his thoughts and feelings by putting them on paper, much easier than he would be able to if he were to talk to someone about them.

He usually had no problem with deciding what to draw for his class assigts, ts, but this one had him at a loss. He had no idea who he could ask to pose for him, much less nude. He had decided to draw himself for that part, but he wasn’t sure if Tanigawa would deduct points from his grade for it or not. His older sister and adopted brother were out of town for the weekend, so he couldn’t draw them for the rest of the assignment.

Malik sighed. This was giving him a headache. Frustrated, he looked over to a nearby bench, where a couple was engaged in a heated makeout session. Malik smirked; now THIS was something he hadn’t drawn in quite a while. Not caring if they knew or not, he began sketching the two people as their lips were fusing with each other.

He hadn’t been aware of the person hovering above his shoulder until it spoke up. “I always love watching you draw, your pictures are so detailed.”

Startled, Malik jumped a bit and paused in his drawing, and turned to look up at the owner of the voice. He sighed in relief to see that it was only his snow-haired friend, Bakura Ryou. “Hey Ryou,” he said, setting his pencil down. “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough,” Ryou said, sitting down on the bench next to Malik.

The Egyptian grinned at his friend, before resuming his drawing. Of all of Mutou Yugi’s friends, Ryou had been the first to accept Malik into their group upon his return to Domino. Malik didn’t blame the others for being hesitant; he had done some pretty rotten things to them the first time he was in the city. Then again, he had only done those things because of a misunderstanding between himself and Yugi’s other. Also, a lot of what Malik has done was the fault of his other, and now that he was done, Malik was free to start over with his life.

That had been three years ago, and in that time, Malik and Ryou had grown close; they could have been considered best friends. Eventually, Yugi and the rest of his friends had begun to come around as well, and forgave Malik for what he had done in the past. However, none of the others were as close to him as Ryou was.

Malik’s eyes lit up in realization, and he turned to the boy beside him, who was looking at Malik’s sketchbook intently. This was perfect! He would ask Ryou to pose for his art project! Ryou was quite a beautiful lad, with his long white hair, deep brown eyes, and aura of innocence; he would make the perfect subject.

It took Ryou a few seconds to realize that Malik had stopped drawing, and he looked up from the sketchbook to find his platinum-haired friend gazing at him, a grin on his face. “Um... Malik?” he asked.

Malik’s grin grew wider. “Say, Ryou... would you mind doing me a favor?” he asked.

Ryou blinked his brown eyes a couple of times in curiosity. “Sure. What do you need?” he questioned.

Malik placed his pencil behind his ear and rested his elbow on the back of the bench, turning so that he was facing the other boy a bit more. “I have to do a project for art. We’ve just started figure drawing, and since sensei isn’t going to be here next week, she’s given us a weekend assignment.” The other boy nodded his head, urging Malik to continue. “Would you mind doing a couple of poses for me? I have to have three.”

He had already said this before he caught himself, realizing that the third one was going to be nude. Er, shit, he thought. Oh well... maybe he’ll forget I said three and only do two... Ryou was usually pretty smart, but at times he could be just a tad clueless.

Ryou thought about this for a few moments. Malik wanted to draw him...? He had always admired the Egyptian for his artistic abilities, and now he was going to see himself in his friend’s work. This would be interesting. He looked up at hisend end and nodded, smiling gently. “Okay.”

Malik grinned. “Alright, thanks. This helps me out a lot,” he said. “When will you be able to?”

“I can make it tomorrow,” Ryou said. “I’ve got some homework I need to get done tonight. Is that okay?”

“Sure, tomorrow it is. My apartment, around... six-ish?”

“Can do.”

“Great. It’s a date, then.” Malik winked playfully at his friend, who in turn flushed a light pink colour.

“M-Malik...”

“Relax, Ryou. I’m just messing with you a bit!” He nudged the white-haired boy with his elbow, and then the two friends erupted into laughter, gaining a few odd stares from the other students around them.

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The next evening, Saturday, at exactly 6:00, the doorbell to Malik’s apartment rang. The Egyptian had to rush a little bit to get to the door, because he had been setting some things up in his bedroom. He was a tad out-of-breath as he answered the door, and found his friend standing there.

“Yo,” Malik greeted, running a hand through his white-gold hair.

“Are you okay, Malik? You seem a little out-of-breath,” Ryou said as he stepped into the apartment. He had chosen to wear a dark blue button-down shirt and plain blue jeans. He figured if he was going to be drawn, then he should be comfortable while posing.

“Yeah, I was just rushing a bit,” Malik said. “Um, we’ll be working in my room,” he said, motioning for Ryou to follow him.

Ryou was taken a bit by surprise as he entered the Egyptian’s room. It was actually clean! Malik wasn’t exactly the tidest person around, most of the time his room looked like a typhoon had hit it. Typhoon Malik, that is. Ryou was a little shocked that his friend had managed to clean up his room for him, and he smiled lightly.

“Okay, uh...” Malik started, cracking his knuckles. He had no idea why, but he was a bit nervous. As far as he knew, he had no reason to be. Ryou was his best friend, he was just going to pose for a couple of sketches. Keyword: couple. Malik was only planning on doing two sketches, and he hoped to Ra that Ryou hadn’t remembered him saying three. “I guess we’ll do a standing pose first,” he said, turning to look at his friend. He went and sat down in a chair, picking up his sketchbook and pencil.

Ryou nodded. “Is there anything special I should do?”

“Um...” Malik gnawed on his eraser thoughtfully for a second. “Shut the door, and lean against it.” He propped his feet up on his bed. “Put your hands in your pockets, and bend your left leg a little bit.”

Ryou did as he was instructed. “Like this?”

“Lean forward a little bit, if you can.” The white-haired boy complied. “There, that’s good. Think you can hold that pose for ten minutes?”ik aik asked.

Ryou shrugged. “Sure.”

“Alrighty then,” Malik said, and he began sketching.

The other boy watched intently as his friend glanced up at him periodically, and continued drawing. Ryou couldn’t help but smile as Malik’s lavender eyes turned up evfew few seconds and met with his own. The Egyptian grinned back, and looked back down at his picture. This cycle continued for about ten minutes, before Malik leaned back and stuck his pencil behind his ear.

“There, done,” he said, and Ryou walked over to look at the picture.

“Wow, it looks just like me,” he said, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. It was almost as if he were looking into a mirror -- a black-and-white mirror, but a mirror nonetheless.

“Well, everyone knows the real thing is usually better than a picture,” Malik said, grinning.

Ryou flushed a little at this comment. “R-Right...”

The Egyptian chuckled, then turned to a fresh page in his sketchbook. “Okay, we’ll do a sitting pose now,” he said, moving to his bed, allowing Ryou to take the chair he was just sitting in. “Sit backwards in it,” he instructed, “and cross your arms over the back.”

The pale boy nodded, and rested his chin on his crossed arms, tilting his head a little. “Like this?”

“Hmm, I like that head-tilty thing, it’s cute,” Malik said, starting to draw again.

Ryou blushed. “Th-thanks...” He wasn’t sure if Malik had seen his blush or not. Had he really called him ‘cute’? This was something new, Ryou had recieved compliments on his appearance before, but this was the first one he had gotten from his Egyptian friend.

As Ryou watched him draw, he began to notice that Malik was quite good-looking as well. He was tall and lithe, with a slender waist and slightly muscular arms. His platinum-blonde hair now reached about halfway down his back, and was pulled back into a loose ponytail to keep it out of his face, and his lavender eyes were oulined with kohl. His dress style hadn’t changed much in the last three years; he wore a black tank top and simple khaki pants, and his gold jewelry still adorned his arms. All in all, Malik was just... hot was the only word that came to Ryou’s mind.

“Earth to Ryou, come in Ryou,” Malik’s voice broke the boy’s thoughts, waving his hand in front of his face.

“O-Oh,” Ryou stammered, realizing that the other boy had been done drawing for quite some time, and he had just been staring at him. Ryou blushed again, averting his gaze from his friend’s. “Sorry...”

“Hey, it’s no problem, you were just zonked out,” Malik said, smiling. “Here, here’s this one,” he handed the sketchbook to Ryou.

The white-haired boy smiled as he looked at the second portrait. “I think I like this one better than the first,” he said.

“Yeah, me too. It captures your ‘innocence’ better,” Malik said. He stood up, stretching his arms a bit. “You hungry?” he asked, changing the subject. He still hoped Ryou didn’t remember about his ‘third’ picture he was supposed to do.

No such luck. “I thought you said you had to do three pictures?” Ryou questioned, raising a white eyebrow.

Damn... Malik thought. He took a deep breath; he guessed it wouldn’t hurt to at least tell his friend about it. “Well... yeah, I do need three. The thing is, sensei said one of our three drawings had to be nude, and I was just going to draw myself for that one...”

“Oh...” Ryou said. He thought for a moment, then spoke again. “I... I can pose for you, if you want...”

The blonde looked at his friend in surprise. Ryou had volunteered to pose nude for him? This was a shock; maybe the white-haired boy wasn’t as ‘innocent’ as Malik had originally tht. ht. “Are you sure?”

Ryou hesitated for a second, and then nodded. “Yes...”

“Uh... okay,” Malik said. “I’ll uh... leave so you can... well, you know.” The white-haired boy nodded, and watched as his friend left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Out in the hallway, the Egyptian leaned against the wall while waiting for Ryou to get situated, and pondered the current situation. He was actually going to be drawing his best friend naked. Sure, the two had seen each other without shirts before, but the white-haired boy was going to be completely nude, in Malik’s own room, no less. The thought of that... was slightly pleasuring in the blonde’s mind, and he felt his pants growing a tad tighter.

Ryovoicvoice from inside of the room, breaking Malik’s thoughts. “Okay... I’m ready.” He gripped the doorknob and took a few deep breaths, willing his erection to go down, and after a few moments, he re-entered the bedroom.

Ryou was curled up on Malik’s bed, with the sheets wrapped around him, and a light blush tinted the boy’s cheeks. “Is... there any kind of pose you want me to do?” he asked quietly, avoiding the other boy’s gaze.

Malik rubbed his chin for a second, thinking. “Lay on your stomach, cross your arms on the pillow, and rest your head in them,” he said, watching as the paler boy nodded and arranged himself in said position, the sheets still covering him. “Okay... let’s move this around a little,” Malik mumbled, more to himself than to his friend. He took hold of the sheets, pulling them back a bit, exposing Ryou’s back and a small portion of his buttock area. The younger boy blushed timidly as Malik adjusted the sheets around him, and even more so as he moved up and took some of his long white hair in his hands. He draped said hair so that some of it fell over Ryou’s crossed arms, and some over his shoulder.

Malik backed away a little, evaluating his handiwork, and he smiled to himself. “Okay, that’s good...” Ryou, in this state, was the embodiment of all that was innocent and pure, with his pale body exposed and the faint pink staining his cheeks. The blonde sat back down in his chair, and began to draw again.

Ryou tried to stifle a yawn as the other boy drew him; he was fairly tired. He had been up late the night before with his homework, and he was quite comfortable in this position, so he figured that Malik wouldn’t mind if he took a short nap while he was being drawn.

Malik had been so focused on his drawing, that he didn’t see Ryou close his eyes. He was taking considerably more time on this drawing than he had done the previous two, since he wanted to apture every single aspect of the beauty that lay before him. Ryou, in a word, was perfect. He held the kind of purity in his heart that Malik had always wanted to have; he was kind and gentle with his words and actions, and no matter what the situation, he was always willing to forgive and forget. He had always been there to listen to the blonde when he needed to vent, or needed a shoulder to cry on.

The Egyptian smiled as he drew. He still felt a little awkward around Yugi and his other friends, but Ryou was the only person that he could truly be himself around. He could open up to the younger boy without fear of rejection or criticism, and he was generally more comfortable with Ryou than he was with most other people. Even when he had confessed to Ryou about being bisexual, Ryou had accepted it as ‘just another one of Malik’s many quirks’.

Malik knew that Ryou would always be his best friend, but now... he wanted a little more out of their relationship.

About twenty-five minutes had passed before Malik had finished his drawing, and he stood back a bit to look at it. He crossed his arms, pleased with himself, and he was sure his friend would be too. “Ryou? I’m done,” he said, to get the boy’s attention.

No answer.

“Ryou?” Malik called again, walking over to where the boy lay on the bed. His eyes were shut, and his breathing had slowed. He was asleep. Malik thought about letting him sleep, but... when he had arranged Ryou’s hair around him earlier, he had marveled at how soft it was, and he was dying to touch it again.

Malik lightly ran his fingers across the boy’s hair, careful not to wake him. Indeed, the snowy strands were as soft as he had felt before, and his tanned hands moved down slightly to Ryou’s back. He had figured if the paler one’s hair was that soft, then his skin would be too; it was. Ryou’s skin felt amazingly smooth underneath Malik’s touch, and the sensation on his own skin made the tension in the Egyptian’s pants grow again. He wanted the boy now more than ever, but he wasn’t about to take advantage of Ryou in his sleep. Malik simply sat there on the bed next to him, lightly petting his hair and skin.

Ryou stirred, looking up at his friend, who had suddenly looked away from him, a light blush on his face. “Malik...?” he queried, turning over and sitting up on his elbows.

Malik looked back down at Ryou, and had to restrain himself from pouncing the other right then and there. It was now nearly seven, so the sun was in the process of setting, casting red-and-orange light through the window. Said light reflected off of Ryou’s paleness, giving him the image of an angel or some other ethereal being.

“Ryou...” Malik whispered, uncertain if he should go on. He knew he’d been caught, and he finally just decided to go along with his instincts. “C... can I touch you...?” he asked.

The Egyptian’s question caught Ryou by surprise, but he sat up fully, giving Malik easier access. “...Yes...” he said, almost inaudibly. His brown eyes turned up and locked with the lavender of the blonde in front of him, as said blonde raised a hand up to lightly stroke Ryou’s cheek. The other hand slowly made its way across the white-haired boy’s shoulder and down his arm, and Ryou closed his eyes and let the older boy pet him.

Malik’s hands strayed to Ryou’s hair, and across his flat stomach, causing the other boy to shudder lightly. The burning sensation in his groin was growing by the second, and if Malik had any hope of it stopping, he would have to pause his actions now. But Ryou looked too far gone to care if he continued or not; his eyes were closed and he was actually leaning into Malik’s feather-light touches.

Ryou let out a contented sigh as Malik continued to pet him; he felt tiny chills running up-and-down his spine, and it was one of the most wonderful feelings the white-haired boy had felt. No one had ever been this gentle with him before, and he wanted it to continue. He slowly leaned forward and rested his head on the other’s shoulder, causing Malik to jump slightly.

The older boy ran his hands up Ryou’s back, across the tiny bumps of his spine. Ryou was so much smaller than himself, at least a good five or six inches shorter than his own six-foot-one. He was also much skinnier than Malik, but not so much as to be disturbing in any way. Malik jumped again as he felt slender arms snaking their way around his waist, and he looked down at Ryou, who had his eyes closed, and a peaceful smile upon his lips. The blonde smiled, wrapping his arms around his friend’s shoulders.

They sat there for several minutes, holding each other, when Ryou lifted his head from Malik’s shoulder. “Malik...?” he whispered.

The Egyptian locked his eyes with Ryou’s again. “Hm?”

Ryou didn’t respond; he merely leaned forward and briefly pressed his lips to Malik’s, then drew backh a h a blush. He didn’t know why he had done that, perhaps he felt safe and protected around the older boy. He remembered back to when the two had first met, when he had been injured... somehow... and Malik had helped him to where his friends were. Of course, this was back when the Egyptian was trying to get his hands on the Sennen Puzzle, but... Ryou had felt protected even back then.

Malik had been so compassionate with him, even if it was just an act, though this time, he knew it was for real. Ryou loved him, and he had for quite a while now. He just wasn’t sure if the other had felt the same about him, and he had been too afraid to say so, in fear of rejection. In fact, he had been sure that Malik was straight until the blonde had confessed to being bisexual, and inside Ryou had jumped for joy. Now was his chance to let his friend be aware if his feelings.

Ryou’s eyes met Malik’s again, and at first he was afraid that he had made a mistake with his previous action. But when the taller boy draw Ryou’s pale body closer to his own and claimed his lips, that thought was dashed straight out the window.

Malik’s hands roamed through Ryou’s ivory hair again as he kissed the smaller boy, and he closed his eyes as the paler one’s arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. Malik parted his lips slightly, his tongue asking for entrance into Ryou’s mouth, and the other boy obliged, his own lips parting and meeting his tongue with his own.

The two sat there, engaging in a jousting match with their tongues, Malik’s hands running up-and-down Ryou’s back. Ryou’s hands combed through Malik’s blonde hair as he gently pulled the rubber band from his ponytail, allowing the platinum strands to run free.

Ryou felt himself being gently lowered to the bed below, the older boy straddling him, and when they finally had to part for air, he rested his hands on Malik’s broad shoulders. Malik re-attached his lips to Ryou’s neck, nipping and sucking the pale skin there. The smaller boy moaned lightly as Malik placed wet kisses al up his throat and chin.

“Ryou...” Malik breathed between kisses, “I want you.”

Ryou’s hands clutched at Malik’s white-gold hair, as he felt an intense heat building in his stomach. “I... I want you too,” he moaned as his hands traveled down to pull the Egyptian’s tank top from his pants. Malik sat up and pulled the shirt off of his body, shaking his hair free and tossing the shirt to the floor, then he leaned down and drew Ryou back into his arms for another passionate kiss.

Ryou moaned into the kiss and bucked his hips up against Malik’s, reaching down to undo his pants. He was slightly astonished as Malik’s length fell from the unzipped pants; he wasn’t surprised that the Egyptian went commando, but his size unnerved the pale boy a bit. He whimpered lightly as Malik managed to worm his way out of the pants and toss the offending garment to the floor with his shirt.

“Shh, Ryou...” Malik said softly, placing a light kiss on the boy’s forehead. “I won’t hurt you.” Ryou could only nod as the older boy moved lower, kissing down Ryou’s neck and chest until he reached a nipple, taking the hardened nub into his mouth. Malik rolled the other one between his thumb and index finger, before gently biting down. Ryou’s moan of pleasure mixed with pain only drove Malik further, and he softly kissed the pain away before moving to the other nipple and giving it the same attention.

Ryou made light whimpering sounds in his throat as the Egyptian ravished his body, shuddering softly as Malik’s tongue dipped down into his navel. The white-haired boy felt the sheets being pulled from the lower half of his body, freeing his own erection. He watched as the other boy gently spread his pale legs, settling between them, and running his hands up the fair skin of his thighs.

Malik moved down even further, ruffling the patch of milky curls that lay above his destination. A tiny bead of precum sat on the tip of Ryou’s manhood, and Malik’s tongue quickly darted out to pick that up before moving to the base of the smaller boy’s shaft. His tongue trailed up the underside of Ryou’s length, eliciting a moan from the owner of said length. Malik took Ryou’s tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head, before going down on him completely.

Ryou gasped as warmth encased him, and he thrust upward into the Egyptian’s mouth. He gripped the sheets underneath him, gasping again as a finger entered him. The feeling was a little uncomfortable at first, but Ryou was far too gone to stop now. Whiteness filled his vision as Malik his tomething inside of him, and he let out a low, throaty moan.

Malik smirked around Ryou’s length and inserted a second finger, brushing against the same bundle of nerves again. He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, in an attempt to stretch the other boy out a bit, and then he added a third finger.

The combined sensation of Malik’s mouth around his erection and the fingers hitting his prostate threw Ryou ever the edge, and his body tensed as he spilled himself into said mouth. Malik swallowed as much of it as he could, and then released the now limp length from his mouth; he removed his fingers from Ryou, causing the other boy to mewl lightly in protest. He smiled apologetically, and then moved up so that his hips met with Ryou’s own.

Ryou, still coming down from his sensual high, pulled Malik in for another kiss, tasting himself on the Egyptian’s lips. Malik ground his hips agsinst the smaller boy’s, reviving Ryou’s erection. He pulled away to see Ryou’s face stained with a dark red blush, and he couldn’t help but snicker at how adorable the boy was. He cupped Ryou’s face with his hands, placing a light kiss on his cheek. “Ready?” Ryou nodded shakily, then cried out as Malik quickly thrust into him. He kissed Ryou again, gently wiping away the few tears that seeped from his eyes ad the sudden painful entrance. “Sorry...”

Ryou took a couple of deep breaths to try and block out some of the pain, and he was glad that Malik hadn’t started moving yet; it was going to take him a few moments to get adjusted to the other boy’s size. “I-It’s okay...” he breathed, stroking Malik’s face lightly. “G... go ahead...”

Malik began a slow and steady pace, latching his mouth onto Ryou’s neck again. The younger boy wrapped his legs around Malik’s waist, as if to ‘help’ him along. “Faster...” Ryou breathed, and the other boy complied, speeding up a bit. He angled his thrusts to hit the white-haired boy’s sweet spot, and Ryou let out a low moan as stars flashed before his vision again and again. He cried out again as Malik bit down hard on the area between his neck and shoulder, and the Egyptian lightly kissed the same spot in apology.

Without warning, Malik flipped them both over so that Ryou was on top, and he grasped the other boy’s slim hips as Ryou began to ride him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Ryou rested his hands on Malik’s chest, grazing his thumbs over the darker boy’s nipples. Malik looked down to Ryou’s neglected member, and curled his fingers around it, pumping the smaller boy in time with their thrusts.

Ryou could feel his release coming on as Malik pumped him, and sweat dotted his brow more with every thrust. It only took a few more thrusts to bring Ryou to his second climax, and he scattered his seed all over Malik’s hand and their stomachs. Malik groaned as Ryou’s inner walls clamped down on him, and he too reached his peak, emptying his essence into the other boy.

Completely spent, Ryou collapsed on top of Malik, not caring about the mess he had made on their stomachs, the other boy still buried inside of him. Malik tightly wrapped his arms around Ryou, carefully pulling out, and he petted his lover’s hair softly as they bathed in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Ryou rolled off of Malik, and then cuddled up to the blonde’s side, pulling the sheets up over them. It was only a few minutes after eight, yet he was completely exhausted. He wrapped his arm around Malik’s waist, and rested his head underneath the other boy’s chin. “I love you...” he whispered, closing his eyes.

Malik kissed the top of Ryou’s head gently, putting his arm around the other boy’s shoulders. “Love you too,” he said softly, but Ryou’s soft breathing told him that he didn’t hear the other’s response. Malik smiled, knowing that Ryou knew anyway, and he followed his lover into dreamland shortly after.

Several hours later, Malik woke. At first he was convinced the events earlier that evening were just a dream, but then he looked down at the boy sleeping peacefully next to him, and smiled. He clutched Ryou’s body closer to him, and stared up at the ceiling above them, his smile griwing into a wide grin.

I should ask Ryou to pose for me more often...

~ end ~

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IT IS DONE.

Behold, I have written my first lemon. And a yaoi one at that! ^_^ I hope you all enjoyed this~ :D

By the way, this fic is dedicated to OnionRingOfDoom, because he hates YGO and yaoi, and I’m doing this just to spite him ^_~

~ PikaChan