Marik x Malik
Summary: Malik (the good one) is feeling sexually frustrated. And there's only one way to relieve the pressure…a songfic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh or the song "poison" by Alice cooper, but I do own the plot
Warning: this fanfic contains A LOT of sexual references, major yaoi-ish. And a bit of swearing, and also Marik (the yami) is in solid form, somehow and Malik knows his sexuality, and that he (sorta) likes his yami. But his yami doesn't know this.
"Grrrrr." A blonde haired, violet eyed, dark skinned Egyptian moaned to himself. In the darkness of his curtain-drawn room; that blocked out the afternoon sunlight.
"What is it they call it here? Sexual Tension?" he placed his head in his hands, moaning again. Maybe it was the afternoon sun, or the lack of. But for some reason, Malik Ishtar couldn't stop the niggling, throbbing sensation in his pants.
It had been there nearly all afternoon. Wanting to will the feelings away, as his yami was in the next room; Odeon quietly painting in his bedroom and Isis was down stairs with an important call. He didn't want to make much noise, especially considering he knew that he screamed when he orgasmed. Which he would achieve if he succumbed to the pleasurable feeling.
He moaned in frustration again, folding his body in half, trying to "squash" the feeling. It only made it worse.
"Ra damn it!" he gasped, his eyes rolled, and he felt like he was going to faint. "Oh fuck it!" he grunted, not caring if his sister, brother or yami heard him. He just wanted to get rid of the feeling!
He slipped one slender, brown hand into his pants; starting to tease and stroke his member slowly.
"Mmmmmm." Malik moaned, his lavender eyes, half-lidded. He tried to conger up an image that would help him, he got nothing. Well, until a certain memory of battle city popped into his head.
It was of when his yami was dueling against the pharaoh, using his pain and suffering to use as leverage against Yami.
Your cruel deep eyes
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
He frowned. He wondered why he'd be thinking about his yami, especially at a time like this! Before he could ponder this further, another memory flashed by in his head.
This time his yami was walking around with his shirt off, and in tight leather clad pants. When Isis wouldn't wash his favourite shirt because she had too much stuff to do. So he walked around like that all day. Showing him off in all his glory, Malik had wanted to touch him then, but he knew that he couldn't, so didn't.
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Another memory. This time him, his yami and Bakura (the spirt of the ring) were out hardcore clubbing. His yami had opted for all black leather, except his shirt that was made of black lacey stuff. Only it was soaked from all his sweat from dancing.
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
"Oh…aye….aye…." Malik moaned and groaned. His fingers on the throbbing member stroked faster. He leaned back in his chair and stiffened his body out.
An image of his Yami's psychotic face appeared. A sadistic smirk on his face with his long tongue poking out; eyes narrowed, slightly.
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison
Malik threw his head back, and bucked his hips. Moaning uncontrollably through tightly pressed lips. He ran a hand over his side. Feeling the small bruise that Marik had put there.
Marik had wanted the TV remote, and Malik wouldn't give it to him. So he'd poked Malik hard, just to get it. Malik had sat there sulking and swearing, Marik watched him a morbid fascination.
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
"Oh…oh…great fucking Ra….oh." he groaned biting his bottom lip to keep from screaming. He opened his pants, making it easier for him.
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison
"OH…aye…aye…OH RA!" His toes curled and his panting became more ragged and shallow. He was about ready to come.
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains
Poison, oh no
"AYE…AYE…OH RA…MARIK!" he gave one final scream before spurting his speed all over his desk and body.
Runnin' deep inside my veins,
Burnin' deep inside my veins
It's poison
I don't wanna break these chains
Poison
He sat back down properly in his chair, breathing heavily; grabbing a handful of tissues and started to clean up the mess he'd made.
"Feel better hikari?" a low voice purred from the doorway.
Malik froze, too frightened to do anything.
The voice chuckled from the doorway and then came right up to him; whispering in his ear, " For I certainly enjoyed the show."
Malik whipped his head around the looked at his yami, a look of horror on his face.
Marik smirked at him, before leaning in and placing his lips over his Hikari's.
"It's nice to know that you were thinking of me during a time like that." He cocked his head to the side and smirked again. He enjoyed watching his Hikari's embarrassment and "fish" impersonation he was doing.
Malik ducked his head and blushed violently.
Marik grabbed his chin, making the boy look at him. Looking straight into his eyes, boring into his very soul.
"So…" he began slowly. " Do you want me, as bad as I do you?" no emotion was on his face.
Malik blinked a couple of times, before jumping on his yami; sticking his tongue down his throat; with his pants around his ankles.
They both landed on the floor in a heap. Making a loud "thump" that could be heard all the way down stairs.
DOWNSTAIRS
Odeon looked at his sister and shook his head. "At least we'll save money on condoms and pregnancy tests." He offered looking at the disgruntled Isis, who was less than impressed with all the new grunts and groans coming from Malik's room.
"Yes. Well." She tapped her fingernails on the bench. "If I don't get enough sleep tonight, because of them…doing that…there'll be hell to pay!" She gritted her teeth, and narrowed her eyes.
Odeon just threw his head back and laughed
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O.O…………..falls on the floor laughing hysterically