Fuzzy: I think this one actually turned out better than the other one. Please enjoy.
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Covered in sweat. Hand gliding smoothly up and down his cock. Tempting thoughts flooding through his head. Only one name going through his mind:
Mariku.
The name was like sugar to his tongue, pleasant and sweet. He moaned it breathily as he pleasured himself. His caramel skin glistening with sweat, as he thought dirty thoughts about his yami.
"M-Mariku-sama!" He gasped, his fingers collecting precum at the head and spreading it down for swifter movement. His motions beginning to quicken, blindly moving his hand along his shaft as provocative images of the one he loved spilled through his head, just like the seed that now spilled over the sheets and his sticky abdomen. He collapsed in a tired heap on his pillows, the room becoming cold as the liquids he had expelled cooled on his warm skin. He pulled the sheet up to his chin, covering the mess he'd made, leaving the comforter at the end of the bed.
The young Egyptian drifted off into sleep.
~XOXO~
Malik woke the next day to the sound of small birds and children playing outside his door. He smiled, at the familiarity of it all. When he shifted however, there was another body in the bed with him. He screamed and jumped out quickly searching for his clothes. When he saw who it was, his tan face faded into red.
"M-Mariku!" Malik squeaked. "What are you doing here?"
"I got bored… thought I'd see what you were up to… but you were sleeping… so I decided to join you." When he stood, Malik noticed that the comforter was on top of him and Mariku had been sleeping on top of the sheet that Malik had used to cover his mess. This made Malik relieved that he didn't have to worry about his yami knowing, he had managed to pull on his clothes before his yami saw he was still covered in sticky whiteness; if Mariku had seen it, he wasn't letting on.
"Y-you scared me!" Malik snapped. Mariku chuckled.
"Obviously Hikari, or you wouldn't have screamed like that wimp that only serves to please Bakura's cock." Mariku sighed, flopping back onto the bed, shirtless. Malik couldn't help but notice how different his yami's body was from his, he was bigger built, broad shoulders, subtle muscles along his chest, and a toned abdomen. He was truly beautiful.
"Well could you get out please?" Malik said timidly, hoping his yami wouldn't get mad at being ordered around by something weaker than him.
Mariku glanced at Malik and nodded; a swift gesture that didn't even serve to make the overly spiky hair twitch. Malik watched with relief as his yami left without saying a word. He sighed and went to gather new clothes; he left for the shower thinking about how he'd need to put his sheets through the wash.
~XOXO~
Mariku smirked as he left, his dear hikari thought about him when he pleasured himself. Though the yami had to admit, it did look sexy. His hikari drenched in sweat, hand rocketing up and down his need, breathing out his name in ecstasy as he came all over the contrasting red sheets. It turned him on and Mariku didn't hesitate to let some of his images of Malik spill through their link. He chuckled when he heard a soft groan coming from the bathroom.
This was something he'd have to tell Bakura.
The albino yami would get a kick out of this as well. Maybe even give him a few ideas' while that useless hikari of his continued to act as nothing more than a simple sex-slave.
With this in mind, the yami got dressed and left a note for his hikari telling him he'd be gone. Before he left he looked through the mind link again, only to find his delectable hikari repeating the actions he had done the night before, his hands slick with hot water and precum. Mariku shuddered and closed the door behind him. Leaving the boy to his activities.
~XOXO~
Bakura burst out laughing. "Are you serious? You caught him jacking off?" Bakura said, making it sound shoddier than it actually was.
Mariku frowned looking quite pissed off. "It was amusing." He admitted.
"Did you act on it?" Bakura inquired, leaning his head on his propped up hand.
They sat at the table while over in the living room, Ryou watched TV quietly, not paying attention to their conversation.
"No, why would I? I'd miss all the fun of just watching him." Mariku smirked.
"Ah, so you've become a voyeur." Bakura laughed.
"What? NO!" Mariku said overly defensive. "It amuses me that's all."
"More like it arouses you." He said. He glanced over at Ryou who was still not paying attention. His eyes staring at the back of the boys' head fondly. Sighing he looked back at Mariku. "Anyway, you can't tell me you're not dying to get a shot at him."
Mariku had to admit, he did want his hikari, and not just because his hikari was sexy. No he didn't want him for shallow reasons. Mariku loved his hikari very much. The only thing to figure out now is how he should go about collecting his prize.
~XOXO~
Malik carried a plate of food to the couch and sat down. His yami had left for Bakura's house so that meant that Mariku probably wouldn't be back until it got really late. So the young hikari sat on the black leather couch and started eating leftovers from Olive Garden.
Slowly the front door creaked open. Mariku walked in, the sunset in the background making his sandy hair light up. Malik was lost in fantasy until the door was slammed shut, knocking him from his high.
"What're you doing home so early?" Malik inquired.
"Bakura decided he'd rather fuck that pretty hikari of his than talk to me. So I came home." He explained, shrugging it off. "Why is it so hot in here?" The yami complained.
"I was getting cold." Malik said simply, turning his attention back to his food. He picked up the remote and turned the TV on, when something brown flashed out of the corner of his eye. Malik turned his head, his eyes greeted by the pleasant sight of his shirtless yami.
Mariku tossed his shirt to the side, not caring at all to pick it up. He stretched, the motion accented his chest nicely, and he swore he heard Malik let out the softest of gasps. A quick glance at his hikari told him everything. The smaller version of him had a boner, just from seeing Mariku like this. The yami smirked and walked into the kitchen pretending to look around for food, when in reality, he was watching his hikari's attempts at discretely relieving himself.
It started as a light scratch, then turned into pressing the tips of his fingers down and rubbing. Soon it became his knuckles, then the palms of his hands. He then stood up, trying to go upstairs when Mariku wrapped his arms around Malik's waist.
"Need help hikari?" Mariku purred, sticking one hand into Malik's pants, lightly stroking the erection hidden beneath the denim layer. Malik threw his head back, moaning in a mixture of surprise and pleasure.
"M-Mariku… wh-what…" Malik's eyes glazed over with want and lust
Mariku smirked and moved his hand faster. "Do you really care at this point?"
Malik swallowed; sweat already collecting at his forehead. He shook his head and Mariku lead him up to the hikari's bedroom.
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