A/N: OMG CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? It's an update! A year later, but here it is! I have to admit, I'm not satisfied with it at all, but I don't know how to fix it. I suppose all I can say is don't get your hopes up for this chapter, I certainly don't think it's worth the wait. Oh also, this chapter IS NOT WORK SAFE! It heads STRAIGHT INTO A LEMON! Dude! Lemons are wayyy harder than I ever thought they were! This one is half done by me, half by Kharnla. All you fanfiction writers out there, kudos to you for your brilliant lemons! You make it seem so easy! Um yeah, so try not to think too badly of me after reading this...
The paragraph breaks may seem a little erratic but I was trying to space out the text a bit to make it easier to read than just big blocks.
Thanks for everyone's reviews and favourites so far, each one pushed me a little closer to updating.
Also all the videogames mentioned do not belong to me.
Marik bent over to undo his boyfriend's pants, both breathing heavily.
Taking a firm hold of Malik's manhood he began to stroke it, causing Malik to moan loudly. He watched Malik's pleasure through his facial expressions as he was left gasping at the sudden pleasurable sensations that had shockwaves tingling throughout his entire being.
Marik grinned devilishly from his position above the other. Without so much as a smirk for warning he suddenly enveloped Malik with his mouth. He alternated between swallowing him completely and pulling back to slowly glide his tongue from tip to base in long, teasing strokes. Malik's moans increased in volume as Marik continued, making him feverish and embarrassingly wanton. Malik's pleasure was so heightened that his eyes were near rolling to the back of his head yet just it was building up to a climax, Marik stopped.
Malik gazed up at him, puzzled and throbbing with need. "Why did you-"
He was silenced by Marik, mouths joined and words forgotten to the delight of each other's ministrations. Malik squirmed under Marik, creating friction to each other's members. Marik quickly ended to kiss to tear off his own pants. Malik's eyes were drawn to the action but soon widened in shock, apprehension and a little fear to Marik's large size.
Marik, feeling Malik tense, quickly drew him into another kiss to reassure him. While Malik was distracted by his kisses down his chest and stomach, he quickly rummaged through his bag for lube at the same time. Putting some on one hand, he lowered a finger to Malik's entrance whilst gazing into Malik's face. Teasing him, Marik licked the side of his manhood whilst circling his finger around the tight opening. Malik moaned, and after a while he realised that Marik was not going to go further without his consent.
"Marik," Malik moaned in both pleasure and frustration, "stop teasing, I need you." He hid his face behind his hands at this. Marik stopped altogether, causing Malik to remove his hands from his face rather immediately.
"Wha-? Mmmmph," Malik moaned as Marik drew him into a deep kiss. Marik, fingers still slicked with lube, inserted one finger. Malik hissed slightly at the odd sensation as he did so. Marik created a pace with his fingers to get him used to the sensations. Once he was ready he added another finger, this time making a scissoring motion to stretch him.
Malik dominated their kiss, desperate to distract himself from the slightly painful sensations, ones that were lessening the more his body heated up from the prolonged contact. Once Malik was used to it, and urging Marik by impaling himself on the fingers, Marik added in another finger. This time Malik did not hiss but welcomed the intrusion; he was ready.
With one final kiss, Marik removed his fingers. He poured more lubricant and began to coat his stiff erection.
Malik watched on, eyes burning with lust, causing Marik to tease him with a wink that made him blush just that little more.
After he had sufficiently lubricated himself, Marik positioned himself and lifted Malik's legs onto his shoulders. Malik tensed a little but relaxed as he was drawn into another addictive kiss.
Marik slowly slid himself to the hilt, pausing to catch his breath and for Malik to adjust. Malik sighed in satisfaction yet a little pain as he felt himself being filled.
"Are you alright?" Marik asked him worriedly when Malik had not responded for a while.
"Yeah," Malik replied, looking at him with lust-filled orbs. "Move, Marik," he said, smiling.
Marik smiled at him in kind. Hesitantly he started a slow, steady pace. Once Malik began pressing back, however, he gradually increased in speed and depth, Malik panting slightly in time. He knew he had hit the younger's prostate when Malik suddenly shuddered in pleasure. "F-fuck," Malik managed to gasp out, eyes unseeing as the pleasure threatened to cascade over him. Marik's hand found Malik's member and began to stroke him in time to his thrusts.
Malik's hands alternated between clutching at his hair and neck as they kissed and clutching at his back. Their breath echoed harshly as their pleasure escalated, losing rhythm yet still groaning in ecstasy. It wasn't long until they both started to feel themselves climbing to a climax, their breathing erratic. A thin sheen of perspiration increasingly formed on both of their tanned bodies as they neared their completion. Malik saw white, coming first and causing his body to start spasming uncontrollably, screaming Marik's name. Marik soon followed with a few thrusts, riding out both of their orgasms.
"That... was fucking amazing..." Malik murmured, once he had caught his breath.
"M-hmm," Marik smiled a cat's smile, all satisfaction and contentment. He pulled out and rolled off Malik to the side. They lay in each other's arms to watch the sunset, blissfully spent and with happiness radiating out from their still recovering bodies. Malik noticed a slight ache in his lower back but it was quickly ignored as he dozed off in Marik's arms. Marik leaned on Malik's shoulder, smiling in utter happiness and waiting for his angel to awaken.
Bakura and Ryou were watching TV, Ryou having exhausted his store of questions about Bakura, Bakura seeing no need to talk. They watched the low-grade drama's plot unfold without much interest.
"This is dull," Bakura announced.
"Who even uses the word 'dull?'" Ryou asked teasingly.
"I do, clearly. I think we should play something."
"Like what?"
"Wanna play the Play Station?" Bakura pointed towards the console.
"Whoa, a PS3!" Ryou exclaimed, impressed. "I want one!"
"Hmm, we have FIFA, Assassin's Creed, Devil May Cry..."
"Oh my god, I LOVE Devil May Cry!" Ryou practically squealed.
Bakura smiled at the other's enthusiasm. He turned the PS3 on and then grabbed a controller, handing it to Ryou. "Not exactly a multiplayer game, but whatever, seeing as you like it so much."
Ryou was already in a daydream about one of the lead characters: Dante. His absence in concentration broke as the menu screen came up, a female voice saying "Devil May Cry."
Ryou looked down at the controller and then to Bakura, a sheepish expression on his face. "Um, I don't know the controls on the Play Station; I've only ever played on PC."
"No problem," Bakura replied, leaning over. He grabbed Ryou's hand – Ryou flushing at the sudden contact – and manipulating it so that one finger was on R1 and his thumb on the X button.
Ryou was blushing furiously as Bakura's face was so close to his own, although he knew it was so Bakura could see what he was doing.
Bakura pretended not to notice Ryou's silent, tense demeanour, in favour of teaching him the controls. "So this is one of the attack buttons and –mmph" – Ryou had decided he simply couldn't handle the close proximity anymore and had silenced Bakura with his mouth. Shock had the intended affect on Bakura yet he quickly recovered. He licked Ryou's mouth with his tongue to gain access to its depths and immediately received it from Ryou's gasp. As their kiss lengthened, their bodies moved closer together and Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou, slowly pinning him in place on the floor, Ryou shivered at the pleasing sensation of being held.
They parted to breathe and then re-initiated the kiss, both hoping the moment would continue forever.
Once the sun had set, Malik and Marik had packed their stuff up and were heading home, making jokes about what Bakura and Ryou could have been doing in their absence.
"I'll be surprised if Bakura hasn't seduced him by now," Marik mused. "Although he said he wouldn't and he generally keeps his word."
"Oh, well, you never know, maybe Ryou was doing the seducing," Malik smirked.
Marik laughed in disbelief. "Yeah right."
Malik, remembering the results of a certain game of Truth or Dare, smiled but said nothing.
When they reached Marik and Bakura's shared house, Marik silently opened the door and ushered Malik through. They crept through until they heard the menu music Marik recognised as belonging to DMC. Sharing a glance they silently agreed to stay quiet and see what Bakura and Ryou could be up to without knowing they had company. Peering around the corner, they were surprised, but not shocked, to see Bakura and Ryou full on making out, half on the couch and half on the floor, oblivious to everything around them.
Malik quickly found a hiding place behind the couch, ready to sneak up on the enraptured couple and jump on them with a triumphant war cry. He figured it would only really be Bakura who would be jumped on but miscalculated as he saw the couple roll onto the floor at that moment, Ryou on top. Malik was already in mid air and landed on the couch with a thud, uttered his war cry a little softer than intended and in his haste to vacate the couch; slipped and fell on Ryou, crushing the boy further into Bakura.
Bakura growled in frustration. It seemed the moment had passed.
Ryou however, was giving Malik a lecture.
"What the hell, Malik? That was really rude of you to just barge in here like that and then interrupt us! What the fuck were thinking? And where is Marik?"
Malik and Bakura were both staring at Ryou, stunned, both never hearing him raise his voice like that before. Marik, emerging from around the corner, had the grace to look guilty.
"I'm really sorry, Ryou and Bakura too; it just seemed a perfect opportunity." Malik said, upset that he'd made his friend mad.
Ryou, recovering from his outburst, lessened the intensity of his glare but was still not pleased.
Bakura grabbed Ryou's hand and tugged it, dragging Ryou behind him into his bedroom. Ryou followed willingly and the door slammed behind them.
A locking sound clicked causing Marik and Malik to exchange glances. Without a word, they stood and went into Marik's bedroom, also shutting the door, although for different reasons.
They would be having an early night, at least, earlier than Ryou and Bakura.
The next few days were filled with passionate lovemaking as the couples grew ever closer, making the most of the short time they had left with each other.
Between these 'meetings' the quartet would lie around on the beach in the sun, just talking comfortably.
"So where do you guys live anyway?" Marik asked curiously one day.
"Domino," Malik and Ryou replied in unison.
"Domino?" Bakura exclaimed.
"That's where we're studying this year." Marik said gleefully.
"How very convenient." Malik commented, smiling.
"Well I guess we will be seeing more of each other after all," Bakura smirked at Ryou, causing him to blush.
"So does that mean you're moving there?" he asked.
"Yeah, we just need to find a house for rent."
"Why not come live with me?" Ryou offered. "My house isn't that big but I'm sure it could fit two more people in it. Plus my father won't be back for another six months or something like that.
Marik and Bakura exchanged glances. "That would actually be awesome," Marik replied.
"Of course we'll pay you rent," Bakura added.
"Thanks, but you don't really have to..."
"Yes we do."
"We'd prefer to anyway," Marik said.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want to be seen as taking advantage of you," Bakura said, his smile devilish.
Just then they saw Ishizu making her way down to the sand. "Sorry, guys," she huffed as she reached them, "but we need to get going soon. You two" she pointed at Malik and Ryou "still need to pack."
"Damnit!" Malik muttered, rising. He turned to give Marik a kiss on the cheek, only to have it intercepted by his lips instead. Marik grinned at his confusion.
Malik tried to cover it by talking; "Now you have my mobile number, right, so you'd better call me. And I gave you Ryou's number too, just in case you can't reach me, and-"
Marik enfolded him into a strong hug, effectively silencing him. "Take care of yourself."
Meanwhile Ryou had glomped Bakura, his eyes a little watery.
Bakura brushed away his tears and caressed his face. "Don't worry; you'll be seeing me again soon."
Ryou nodded, swallowing.
Ishizu was patiently letting them have their moments in peace as she looked discreetly out at the ocean.
"Ok, we're done," Malik said, reluctantly letting go of Marik's hand. Ryou also stepped forward, ready to leave.
When they got to the house, they packed slowly, feeling fairly melancholy.
Ryou soon decided they were being ridiculous, however and shook himself out of the mood. "Malik, we'll be seeing them as soon as they have finished their lifeguard duties for the year. You know full well Marik doesn't want to be separated from you anymore than you do him."
Malik, recognising the truth in these words, immediately felt better. "Yeah we'll see them in a week or so. Did you get Bakura's number?"
"Of course," Ryou replied, grinning.
Once everything was packed and loaded into the car, they took one last look at the house as they drove off. Just then, Malik got a text message from Marik.
"Call me when u get home"
Malik smiled down at his phone, texting "Ok."
"God, Malik, not an hour away from each other, and you're already sexting," Ryou teased, snatching his phone.
"I am not!" Malik snapped, blushing, snatching his phone back before Ryou had a chance to read the text.
"Well you're being very defensive for someone who isn't."
Just then, Ryou got a text.
It read "Hey ryou i wanna hear u scream my name. When im with u, u get me so hard..."
Ryou hastily closed his phone, blushing furiously, only to receive another message. "Sorry Ryou, Marik was bored and found my phone."
"oh ok" he replied.
"Im getting back at him by stealing his phone, so don't be surprised if Malik starts acting weird in a few seconds."
Just then Malik got a text that read "i wanna pound ur tight little arse, malik. I wanna cum deep inside you-" Malik, his face bright red closed his phone with a snap.
Ryou laughed at his face. "What's wrong, Malik?"
"Nothing!" Malik squeaked.
"ROFL" Bakura texted to Ryou.
"Omg sorry malik! Bakura stole my phone!" Marik texted furiously.
"Well that was weird..." Malik said once he'd recovered.
"What was?" Ryou asked innocently.
"Oh, nothing. Seems Bakura and Marik were mucking around."
A/N: This is the last chapter of the story but I will be writing an epilogue. I actually hate text language and strive to avoid it, so the texting isn't as shortened as it could be, but enough that you can tell they are texts. I hope at least. Heheh Bakura and Marik are naughty on their phones XD. Oh also... I have an idea that I'm not sure I could pull off but if I get enough support for it, I will try my best.
What do you say I try to make the epilogue a conspireshipping? That is, all four of them? It would be hard, but if a lot of you are interested then I'd try.
Thanks for reading and I hope you're not too pissed off at me right now lol.