Bedroom Antics
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,787
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Bedroom Antics
Deathshipping
(Marik/Ryou) M-plus
Yaoi
Romance/Humor
Discl:Not Mine!
Warning(s):Fluff/Sex for like a line...
Mentions: Thiefshipping(Bakura/Malik)
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Ryou gasped as the Tomb-keeper ran mouth down his neck.
Marik grinned against the neck of the younger one and bit down on the sensitive skin, leaving a distictive bruise.
Ryou moaned, almost falling too his knees.
Marik's hands kept him from falling, and gently squeezed the young boy as Marik licked the small drop of blood from the cut he had made with his teeth.
-BBRRRIIINNNGG--
"RA DAMN F-IN ALARM CLOCK BANISH!"
And so Marik Ishtar sent the poor defensive alarm clock to the Shadow Realm.
It shall forever live in our memories.
Marik grumbled, sliding out of bed, sighing at the same time.
That had been such a nice dr-
"Marikoi?" A small sleepy voice from the door.
Marik broke off his thoughts and looked up to see the hottest thing in his entire immortal life.
Ryou was wearing one of his own (rare) tshirts (which was at least 3 sizes to big for him), Holding a cup, sleepily rubbing his eyes.
He was wearing nothing else.
Marik's eye twitched (along with another piece of his anatomy XD)
Ryou walked over and sat the glass down on the side table, climbing into the Ishtars lap.
Ryou snuggled against the muscular chest.
Marik flipped him onto the bed and kissed him deeply as he entered him in whole in one quick smooth thrust.
Ryou arched his back, moaning as he dug his fingers into the others tanned broad shoulders.
--
Ryou (shirt now discarded) lay pleasantly exhausted against the other's side, resting his head on his shoulders and his hands on his chest as Marik held onto him with one arm, the other behind his head.
"Marik?"
"Hmm?" Marik said, not opening his eyes.
Ryou felt the rumble in his lovers chest as he spoke.
"Why did we just do that...again? Not that i'm complaining..."
Marik smirked slightly, eyes still shut.
"There's no way to say this without sounding sappy..."
"What is it?"
"...I wanted to make sure were real." He said softly, finally opening his eyes to look down at the hikari.
He expected tears or a smile.
He instead got a smirk as the hikari leaned up to his ear.
"I'll show you i'm real..."
"What are you talking about?" Maik said with a confused look.
Ryou smirked and disappeared below the blanket.
Marik froze and arched up a second later as the hikari took matters into his own hands.
...Or mouth that is.
Right as Ryou began his 'showing of realness', a pissed-off bakura showed up in his doorway.
"Have you seen ryou? He's...not...in...his...room."
It was then Bakura fully realized what he was seeing.
Marik Ishtar was holding tightly to the corner post of the bed, biting his lip as a large lump moved about halfway own his body.
Bakura wasn't stupid.
He smirked.
"Tell him to do the laundry when he's done, alright?"
Marik nodded with a pained expression as Bakura walked off to find Malik.
What the tomb-keeper and his hikari were doin sounded pretty good right now...
(Marik/Ryou) M-plus
Yaoi
Romance/Humor
Discl:Not Mine!
Warning(s):Fluff/Sex for like a line...
Mentions: Thiefshipping(Bakura/Malik)
-------------
Ryou gasped as the Tomb-keeper ran mouth down his neck.
Marik grinned against the neck of the younger one and bit down on the sensitive skin, leaving a distictive bruise.
Ryou moaned, almost falling too his knees.
Marik's hands kept him from falling, and gently squeezed the young boy as Marik licked the small drop of blood from the cut he had made with his teeth.
-BBRRRIIINNNGG--
"RA DAMN F-IN ALARM CLOCK BANISH!"
And so Marik Ishtar sent the poor defensive alarm clock to the Shadow Realm.
It shall forever live in our memories.
Marik grumbled, sliding out of bed, sighing at the same time.
That had been such a nice dr-
"Marikoi?" A small sleepy voice from the door.
Marik broke off his thoughts and looked up to see the hottest thing in his entire immortal life.
Ryou was wearing one of his own (rare) tshirts (which was at least 3 sizes to big for him), Holding a cup, sleepily rubbing his eyes.
He was wearing nothing else.
Marik's eye twitched (along with another piece of his anatomy XD)
Ryou walked over and sat the glass down on the side table, climbing into the Ishtars lap.
Ryou snuggled against the muscular chest.
Marik flipped him onto the bed and kissed him deeply as he entered him in whole in one quick smooth thrust.
Ryou arched his back, moaning as he dug his fingers into the others tanned broad shoulders.
--
Ryou (shirt now discarded) lay pleasantly exhausted against the other's side, resting his head on his shoulders and his hands on his chest as Marik held onto him with one arm, the other behind his head.
"Marik?"
"Hmm?" Marik said, not opening his eyes.
Ryou felt the rumble in his lovers chest as he spoke.
"Why did we just do that...again? Not that i'm complaining..."
Marik smirked slightly, eyes still shut.
"There's no way to say this without sounding sappy..."
"What is it?"
"...I wanted to make sure were real." He said softly, finally opening his eyes to look down at the hikari.
He expected tears or a smile.
He instead got a smirk as the hikari leaned up to his ear.
"I'll show you i'm real..."
"What are you talking about?" Maik said with a confused look.
Ryou smirked and disappeared below the blanket.
Marik froze and arched up a second later as the hikari took matters into his own hands.
...Or mouth that is.
Right as Ryou began his 'showing of realness', a pissed-off bakura showed up in his doorway.
"Have you seen ryou? He's...not...in...his...room."
It was then Bakura fully realized what he was seeing.
Marik Ishtar was holding tightly to the corner post of the bed, biting his lip as a large lump moved about halfway own his body.
Bakura wasn't stupid.
He smirked.
"Tell him to do the laundry when he's done, alright?"
Marik nodded with a pained expression as Bakura walked off to find Malik.
What the tomb-keeper and his hikari were doin sounded pretty good right now...