Treasure

Title: Treasure

By: Moonbunny87

Summary: Malik, accused of a crime he didn’t commit flees to the port, leaving behind the life he knows in order to keep his freedom, unaware the ship he’s chosen to stow away on belongs to one of the most wanted pirates of the kingdom.
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh!.

Genre: Action, Adventure, Smut. Possible romance.

Couples: Mariku/Malik, possibly Bakura/Ryou in the future

Warnings: Yaoi, M/M, intimate touching between two guys, and a few clichés.

Disclaimer: I don’t own YGO. D:


Notes: Aerychan, without you this literally wouldn’t exist. Thanks babe, it was fun. (Let’s do some more)


-1-


Malik stretched out on the rough burlap bag, trying to let the ships gentle rocking sooth him, but he was unable to relax. His mind was buzzing with thought, over who had framed him, how he would continue to avoid detection on the ship he'd stolen away on, what would happen if he was caught, and where he would go next if he wasn't immediately tossed over-board. Malik shifted again, grimacing as his newly acquired dagger dug into his back. It was larger then he was used to, and more ornate, not so easily hidden in his clothes as his own had been. He cursed the need to leave before grabbing his own fitting equipment. Instead he was wearing the faded trousers and shirt of a taller bar patron with more money then sense, as attested to the pretty pig sticker he currently carried. Malik wondered how long it would take the man to notice he’d lost all the earthly possessions he’d carried to the pub. Probably as long as it would take for his lovely companion to decide she was ready to be paid.

Above in his cabin Mariku the ship’s captain sat at the desk in his room filing through papers, counting off what supplies was left and what should be brought in before the crew returned, dragging long fingers through his sun bleached mane as he did so. It annoyed him that he couldn’t go out to make sure things were done right himself, but in these parts he was more likely to be noticed by the authorities. Standing and stuffing a list into his trouser pocket, he pulled on his long, worn, dark violet jacket and exited to the deck, heading down into the storage below the sleeping quarters.

The stowaway froze when he heard the sound of steps down the steep, narrow stair leading to the storage area he now occupied. Forcing his body to relax he moved with the silence learned long on the street and ghosted his way behind a large, nearby barrel, his best cover in such short notice. He'd gotten cocky just because he'd made in onto the ship. He wouldn't make that mistake again. He quelled the urge to palm his dagger. If he was discovered by the crew, a death of one of their numbers would hardly endear him to them, so it had to be a last resort.

Strolling through the storage the Captain checked all the supplies and marking them off his list with a bit of charcoal. He stopped at a stack of burlap sacks, freezing in place when he sensed another. Turning in the stowaway’s general direction, he pocketed the list and charcoal and made his way towards the barrels.

My luck just wasn't what is used to be. Malik thought as he watched the man approach, stomach sinking as he took in the way he moved and how quickly he'd picked up on his presence, already moving in on his hiding place. This was a seasoned fighter. Perhaps a hired guard to keep pirates at bay…He thought while taking the stance and strength of his possible opponent in. While doing so another part of Malik couldn't help but take in the man's... other qualities. The long, powerful build, the fluid way he moved, the quick and precise movement... that would be far more likely to be seen stringing Malik up then put to action in his bed... No, the man was far too dangerous to let fantasy cloud his mind. Malik’s hand unconsciously reached for the dagger, his body tense and his breath stilling as he waited for the other man’s action.

Drawing closer until he was standing mere feet from the barrels, the Mariku focused on the ground before him with narrowed pale violet eyes. Suddenly he grinned and his eyes widened as he swooped down and snatched up a rat half the size of his forearm. "Well hello there..." He purred in a tongue not usually spoken in the current land as he turned the stow away this way and that, holding it by the scruff of it neck. His expression was soft, almost dreamy and dazed with his grin still in place. "Thought you'd sneak on board for shelter and free meals? Repopulate your kind and terrorize my crew?" The hand holding the animal, amazingly large for its size, twisted and gripped its neck, his thumb pressing up under its jaw. "I think not!" He snarled, snapping the rat’s neck and tossing it over his shoulder.

Malik's eyes widened in surprise at the sound of his native tongue on the man's lips. Well, that and the way the man’s low, dark voice almost slithered into his ears, sending tingles of sensation rippling through his body. It was almost enough to distract Malik from the fact that the man would probably deal with him much the same way as he did the oversized rat should he find him. Malik kept his stance. If he was to be found it most certainly would not be by this man if he had any say in it, no matter how his loins tried to convince him otherwise. There would only be death Malik told himself, the man's or his own.

The Captain dusted off his hands then turned to get back to work. Though it only seemed that way until he turned and kicked the barrels aside, revealing the second stow away.

Years of practice and instinct moved Malik's body into action faster then any conscience thought could have, causing him to lunge forward with the dagger as his cover went sailing away. He missed the man's flesh, slicing his jacket instead, but the move brought him out of the corner like it was intended to. Watching the man intently, Malik stood posed, waiting for any hint of the man's next move.

Stepped back in surprise the sea man smirked none the less. Quite the eventful day this was becoming! Chuckling to himself as he looked over the boy, admiring every muscle and curve there was to see. “And what might you be doing hiding on my ship lad?”

A small smile curved the tips of stowaway’s lips and he ducked his head shyly, but his eyes stayed cool and weary, never stopping their watch of the man's movement. “I believe I was catching a quick ride to the next port.” Malik answered demurely and not as if he was in danger of immediate and painful death. “Your ship you say?” He asked with seeming interest, his mind racing to work out the little bind he might have gotten himself into.

Mariku chuckled at the coy gesture and placed a hand on one hip, tilting his head up smugly. “Yes I am captain of this vessel. And as you've no doubt noticed I don’t give stowaways passage without a price.”

A strange gleam at odds with the tiny smile entered Malik's eyes at that. “So I have seen... Captain. What price would get me to the next port? Nothing too costly I hope.” The younger male murmured, moving to stand straight, hopefully making the other think he'd lowered his guard.

The taller man watched the other closely, not completely trusting his more relaxed pose. A single eye brow twitched upward as he looked the boy up and down. “What is it that you have to offer? ...I warn you though I'm quite choosey on what type of payment I receive.”

The man wanted to barter? The wickedness that shown in Malik's eyes fought to spread to his lips causing them to twitch. “As you can tell I'm running low on wealth or else I would have boarded normally. I suppose all I have worth offering is myself and any ability you might find of use... Have you a cook Captain?” Malik asked innocently. You never started the offer with the real prize in the beginning.

The Captain chuckled softly. “Indeed I do...but perhaps you could be of some other use. You obviously have some sort of fighting skill. Maybe I should test your strength.”

“You flatter me Captain.” Malik all but purred. “What chance have I against a seasoned fighter such as yourself?... But if you insist-“ Malik was suddenly in front of the other man, darting in with his blade, slicing a tassel free from the sea man's jacket as his blade sought the other’s chest. This was much better then pretending to barter any day. Eyes widened in delighted surprise the larger man leapt back with surprising speed, drawing his own dagger from his hip to counter the younger male's attack.

Smirking, Malik stepped forward instead of retreating and slammed his free forearm into the Captain’s armed one, and thrust in with his own dagger, aiming for the man’s side, a painful target but not a lethal one. However the Captain’s other hand latched onto Malik's wrist and used it to twist him around and crush him back against him, holding his arms crossed over his chest.
Grin falling, Malik ground his heel into the man's left foot and used it as leverage to ram his head into the man's chin. He managed to wrench free of the hold, but the Captain still held his dagger arm. Kicked his foot out, he caught the man heavily on his inner thigh. Hissed in discomfort the man gripped the boy's wrist, twisting it again and using it to swing him around, throwing him back against a row of stacked barrels.

Malik rolled to his feet, shaking his head to clear it. He quickly moved to a crouch, and circled the Captain, waiting for an opening or an attack, weighing his options on how best to proceed.

Watched him closely, Mariku stroked his slightly sore chin. “I'll admit...I haven't enjoyed myself like this for a while now…”

A smile ghosted Malik's lips. “I would be lying myself if I said I often came against opponents of your skill.” Malik feigned left and dove forward, slicing his blade downward and catching the man shallowly across the arm and leaping back before the other could grab him, grinning wickedly as he did so. However when he tried to follow up with another feign the sea man lashed out with his dagger as well, causing it to collide with Malik's and sending both soaring across the storage deck. The Captain’s stuck against a support beam and Malik’s slid under the stairs.

“You realize things are going to get messy now, right?” Malik asked before kicking the Captain’s legs out from under him and racing for the dagger in the support beam.

The Captain laughed uproariously from the floor as he rolled onto his knees and caught Malik by the ankle, yanking him down to the floor and dragging the boy under him. He straddled Malik's waist and pinned his elbows down. “Oh? Messy you say?”

Malik snarled and wrenched one arm free, nearly pulling it from the socket, and with it managed to twist under the Captains body to he faced him. ”... The messiest.” Malik panted and punched the Captain solidly across the face and scrambled backwards like a crab.

The man’s head snapped to the side and a bit of blood splattered onto the wooden boards as his teeth cut into his cheek. He stared, almost amazed at the dark red liquid spreading and seeping in between the boards....No one had made him bleed in years!...His tongue, eerily snakelike, slid out and lapped up the bit that stained his lips.

The hair on the back of Malik's neck rose and a little fear and arousal curled in his belly and loins. This attraction of his was going to get him in trouble. He'd scrambled to the dagger in the beam in his mad crawl for freedom but noticed the blade was nearly hilt deep in the wood. There was no time to try to pry it free, but at least the other couldn't easily get it either. Malik played his apprehension off and stood tall, thought kept alert. “You were toying with me.” He stated coolly, meeting the other man’s pale eyes.

The Captain tilted his head towards Malik, smirking widely. “Hmm?....How so?”

Malik's heart was pounding slightly from fear and from the adrenaline that raced through his system and an answering grin formed on his face. Provoking the man in front of him was beyond foolish, and his common sense warned him against doing so. Excitement and lust chucked his sense and caution and took the steering wheel. “Are you implying you aren't?!” Malik challenged. “Perhaps you found me on accident, and I've greatly over estimated your skill! I must have if this is the best you can do!” Brash, brash words. His loins twitched in anticipation of the Captain’s response.

The Captain’s eyes widened and sparkled a bit in excitement. “Trying to goad me into a rage are you? My you've turned out to be more entertaining than I expected young one!...What is it that you hope to accomplish by such childish tactics?”
Malik's eyes glinted and he grinned madly. “Accomplish? What more do I need to accomplish? You say you'll test my strength, and yet at the first real blow, you sit, watching your own blood dry! If this is the best this ship has to offer, forget stowing away! I should make you pay me to stay and defend your ship! Only, it looks like I'd be the only one fighting should any one try for this vessel. Perhaps a different ship would be a better choice.”

Mariku stood and sighed almost regrettably. “Well...I'd hoped not to injure a pretty one such as yourself...But if you insist.” Lunging forward and swung his leg up high, the heel of his boot connecting with the side of Malik’s head.

Staggering back, the smaller man’s vision temporarily swam. “.... And here you were trying to make me think you weren't playing around. Shame on you.” He gasped, lifting a hand gingerly to the side of his head and felt the warm flow of blood. Smirking he brought his hand back down to confirm what he felt, then tauntingly lifted his crimson fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean.

A large hand came up and gently cupped Malik's cheek, smearing the trickling blood as its tilts the boy's head to the side. The Mariku stared at the blood on the boy's skin, licking his lips eagerly before lapping it up.

Malik makes a cry of alarm at the Captain’s sudden closeness and the sensation of his tongue on his skin. He gasps almost inaudibly, his arousal stirring and desire beginning to fog his mind so turning he bit viciously into the crook of the man's neck. Foolish, but all he could think to keep the other from continuing.

The other man snarled, lust spiking at the feeling of teeth digging into his skin. One arm wrapped around Malik's torso and hand of the other dove into his hair, yanking his head back harshly. “Damn...such a tease you are....” His own mouth latched onto the front of Malik's throat, sucking hard on the flesh there.

Malik's hips jolt roughly against the other man's and he rakes his nails frantically and impulsively down the other's back, snarling. His neck had always been one of his most sensitive areas and what the Captain was doing was driving him mad with wanting. “Gah! BA-stard...! Stop!” He hissed, his voice shamefully thick with desire.

Mariku released Malik's neck and chuckled darkly, his eyes heavy and heated as when he'd held the late rat in his grasp. Your body betrays your mind lad....His mouth then found a place just under Malik's ear and continued playing there.

“Aaah!” The smaller man arched sharply into the other, digging his nails into the man’s shoulder-blades for purchase. Snarling furiously he hooked his ankle behind the Captain’s and sent them falling to the ground, Malik landing on top pressing the other down heavily. Ripping the Mariku’s shirt open and lunged forward, the smaller man caught the Captain’s collar bone in his teeth, grinding into the Captain’s stiffening shaft with his own. “You aren't any better off, Captain.”

Groaned he bucked his hips up into Malik's, still gripping his hair tightly.” Then I won't deny it...” He purred and held Malik close as he rolled them over and attacked his lips.
Hissing in pleasure the ‘prisoner’ locked his legs with the Captain’s before meeting the other's lips with equal fervor, devouring Mariku's lips almost literally, nipping and sucking at his mouth before plunging his tongue into the man's hot cavern. Mariku smirked against Malik's lips and suckled on the questing tongue, one arm cradling his lower back as the other slipped into his trousers, fondling the supple ass hidden under the fabric. He purred at the feel of the boy's smooth skin.

The smaller man’s tongue twined around its new play-mate, his fingers delving into the Captain’s thick mane before fisting themselves in it. Malik rolled them over much less gently and harshly ripped Mariku's shirt open the rest of the way, followed by yanking it down and binding the man's arms behind his own back. Gently rocking against the man's cock at first, gradually grinding down harder with each swaying motion, the land man’s hands splayed on the Captain’s chest as his eyes roamed the expanse of toned flesh. “Now that is a sight.” Malik murmured to himself, before grinning wickedly, his hands going to the hem of his own shirt and slowly lifting it. “Never say I give myself an unfair advantage.”

Mariku moaned and licked his lips as he surveyed the newly exposed flesh. This boy was obviously going to be more than a handful. “Ah but indeed you do lad.” He chuckled, tearing an arm free from his shirt and jacket and running his hand over Malik’s muscles. His skin was still soft and his abs weren't as defined as his own but they were strong none the less. His hand slid up higher, fingers stroking over his collar bone to his should before trailing back down and brushing over a caramel colored nipple. Malik sighed, his breath little more then panting caused by his desire and his steady movement against the man beneath him. He moved a hand of his own up, tweaking the other’s nipple in turn. “Perhaps. But are you complaining? Should I put my shirt back on?”

Hissed softly Mariku chuckled. “Of course not. What is there to complain about?” Propping himself up on his other elbow and leans up to catch the neglected twin between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it. Malik moaned, arching against the other, his breath speeding up. “You know... I don't believe we ever got around to introductions Captain. I'm Malik... ah.... and it’s a pleasure to meet you...” He panted out.

The larger man pulled away with a light nip, taking in Malik's flushed expression as he teased the now damp nub with his finger tips. “As much as I like the sound of you calling me Captain...You may call me Mariku.”

“Mariku....I like it...” Malik chuckled breathlessly. “I always welcome knowing the name of the one whose bed I’ll be sharing.” The smaller man darted in for a kiss before pulling back and standing up, his hands going to his sash, a smirk on his flushed face.

Sitting up, the Captain relieving himself of his torn shirt and jacket then leaned back against a pile on burlap sacks behind him, arms folded over his chest and legs crossed as he watched.
The stowaway grinned, brushing his sweat-damp hair from his face and tugged at one of the loops in the sash's knot, causing it to come apart like a bow on a present. Malik let it fall to the floor and a second later his trousers dropped like a theatre curtain, revealing Malik's nude, golden-bronze body. Closing his eyes he stretched, sighing in pleasure before turning his attention back to his audience. “I believe you are over dressed... Mariku.”

Mariku quirked a brow, somewhat distracted by the display. “...Hm?...Oh I am?...Well then...” Mariku got to his feet, arms still crossed. “Perhaps we should fix that little problem.”

“Perhaps” Malik said blandly, hands already working at Mariku's sash, ‘accidentally’ brushing the straining flesh that pressed against the front of the Captain’s trousers. Finally freeing the knot, Malik stepped back to take in the sight of his bed-partner and Captain to be. “Oh... My...” Malik murmured, his body filling in his vast approval where his voice could not.

-1-


Notes: If you want more, let me know. If you thought it could have been better please tell me how. If you were offended by the homosexual content please print out the warning and staple it to your forehead. Thank you and see you next time.