First part of a two-shot set in the 'on-set' AU created by LittleKuriboh.
Fluff, lemon and lime. Clashshipping, occasional bad language. Yami Marik = Melvin, as per usual. A Nappa cameo :)
All characters (c) Kazuki Takhashi.
Yami's Room
Yami looked down at his shiny suitcase and wondered if he'd packed everything. He ticked off the items on his fingers.
"Sun-cream, hat, sunglasses, shorts, hair-gel, change of leathers and hot-weather clothes, spare leather shoes, extra belts and bracelets—"
"Packed your lube?"
Yami turned around to see Akefia leaning against the doorframe with a smirk plastered over his face.
"Unlike you, I don't mind the friction," Yami shot back, turning to his suitcase again.
"Hey!" Akefia protested. "I'll have you know it's Bakura who's the uke, thank you very much!"
"Yeah, whatever," Yami muttered dismissively, flapping a hand at Akefia, who gaped and stormed off, his red coat trying to imitate Kaiba's white coat but failing dismally. Poor little coat.
Yami packed a few last essentials, then locked the case and proceeded to wheel it out to the coach waiting.
Melvin opened the door from within and patted the seat next to him, smiling. Yami grinned and offloaded his case on The Hair Guy to deal with before sliding in next to Melvin, who put his arm around Yami's waist companionably.
"Hello there," Melvin smiled.
"Morning," Yami replied, settling into the seat as a few others chose their seats in the coach.
"Ready?" Melvin asked quietly, squeezing Yami reassuringly.
Yami nodded and snuggled closer into Melvin. "It's been such a long time since my reign there… at first I wasn't sure about going back to see all I had known in ruins, but I know it can only be for the good. Besides, we have to go to shoot Season Five, and those pickups from Marik's childhood."
"Well you know I'm here for you whenever you need me, Pharaoh," Melvin whispered bashfully, mindful of the lack of privacy on the coach with Joey and Tristan (a.k.a. The Bigmouths) sitting behind them.
Yami smiled and rested his head on Melvin's chest, tired from having spent the night up with Yugi, who had had another one of his nightmares about Summoned Skull. "Is it okay if I just take a little nap?" he asked, eyes closing already.
Melvin smiled fondly and pulled Yami fully into his lap, the better for sleeping. "Rest," he said tenderly, stroking Yami's hair while he drifted asleep in his arms.
An hour or so later Melvin put away the Tamigotchi he had been rearing and gently shook Yami awake.
"Nng?" Yami mumbled, frowning and blinking drowsily awake.
"We're at the airport," Melvin murmured, trying to resist the urge to molest Yami while he looked so adorable and fluffy; he settled for a quick kiss and hair ruffle, bringing Yami fully awake.
They managed to get through security with relative ease, a potentially nasty incident involving an over-zealous metal-detector-guard, the Millennium Rod and an irate Melvin avoided by much placatory promises of ice when the whole mess was sorted out (incidentally, Melvin had to tape polystyrene balls on the spikes of the Rod and bag it up before they were allowed to pass, earning much sniggering from the other cast members).
After the usual faffing around waiting in Departures and changing gates a few times – a feat complicated further by the cast, who had the collective attention span and coordination of a herd of sheep that's just been electrocuted – they boarded the plane. Much to Melvin and Yami's annoyance, they were seated next to the toilets, right on the fast-lane of human traffic.
Yami gently put his hand over Melvin's mouth when he started muttering about wanting his Rod back to Steve-ify a few bitches.
"Now, don't be cranky," Yami teased him with a smile.
Melvin gave him a flat look, then licked his fingers. Yami giggled and stroked Melvin's cheek with his thumb. Melvin glanced around for any watchers and, finding none, closed his lips over Yami's fingers and sucked on them. Yami blushed and went all coy, pulling his hand back and fiddling with his seatbelt to distract himself. Melvin grinned smugly to himself and leaned back, getting comfortable.
When the plane had levelled off its altitude, Melvin looked slyly at Yami, who was engrossed in the standard copy of Vogue, which was featuring a muscly bald moustached man for this issue, and completely ignored him.
Melvin pouted and walked his fingers slowly up Yami's leg, to no avail. Then he slid his palm around to the inside of Yami's thigh, only getting a subconscious twitch. He took a bit of Yami's hair in his mouth and tugged to be again ignored.
Melvin sighed and abandoned that approach.
"Pharaoh," he murmured, tugging on Yami's sleeve to – finally – gain his attention.
"What is it, Aibou?"
"I need your help with something," Melvin said, looking around as if he was embarrassed. "It's kind of a delicate matter…"
Yami put Vogue down and gave Melvin his full attention. "Well if you think I can help of course I'll try…?"
Melvin got up and led a clueless Yami into the bathroom.
"Do you need to show me some—"
Yami's question was cut off as Melvin tugged him against himself by Yami's belt, kissing him hard on the mouth and locking the door. With epic multitasking skills.
"Not the bathroom again…" Yami gasped as Melvin lifted him to perch on the sink.
"Come on, don't you wanna join the MileHighClub?" Melvin smirked, sliding his hands under Yami's shirt.
"Uh, perhaps…" Yami breathed, resolve weakening as Melvin's hands worked their magic, as they did every time.
Melvin mouthed aggressively at Yami's neck. Yami groaned but found Melvin's hand over his mouth, cutting off the sound.
"Not too loud, Pharaoh, or we'll be found. And I know how much you'd just love to be found having kinky bathroom sex in a public place…"Melvin murmured, lips buzzing against Yami's neck. Yami shivered agreeably and stroked his leg against Melvin's side, causing Melvin to roughly shove down Yami's pants and open his legs wide. In such a tiny space, Yami could do nothing but go with it and try not to get his feet stuck anywhere. Melvin crotchgroped at Yami hard enough to warrant another hand to the mouth to keep him quiet. Yami squirmed as much as he could, being trapped in the sink, and unfastened Melvin's trousers. Melvin shook his hips impatiently, making them fall down to his feet with a smirk.
"You have such a kink fetish," Yami mumbled, clutching at Melvin's shoulders and back.
"You love it, don't even try and deny it," Melvin replied, pushing hard into Yami, who bit down on Melvin's palm to stop his noise, eyes screwed shut. Melvin gritted his teeth, undeniably enjoying the biting, and thrust hard and fast into Yami, who shuddered and clung tighter each time.
There was an ominous creaking sound from the sink, making them pause in remembrance of the Table Incident for all of two seconds before they forgot all about the imminent breaking of the sink.
Melvin licked his thumb and ran it down Yami's thigh slowly as he pushed harder. Yami let out a tight, painful-sounding noise from deep in his throat and clamped his teeth around Melvin's hand, biting harder and harder as he tried to muffle his cries. Melvin breathed hard on Yami's neck, feeling desire build and build unbearably; the urge to call out, to encourage, to praise, getting stronger and stronger with every second. And from the look on Yami's face, he was thinking much the same thing.
Melvin whined slightly as Yami's teeth broke the skin of his hand and blood started to well up, only to be licked away and sucked on by Yami. Melvin nearly lost it then.
Yami clutched hard at Melvin's hips, pulling him even faster and harder, face flushed and a fine sheen of sweat on his brow just begging to be licked up. Which it was.
"Unnf mmm nn ggng," Yami mumbled around Melvin's hand incoherently. Melvin didn't need to hear the words, though; he knew what Yami was trying to say. It was nearly time, for both of them. With a lick up Yami's neck and one final thrust, Melvin spent himself, shuddering and gasping for breath into Yami's neck. Yami surged up against him as Melvin triggered his climax, arching his back and muffling what might have been a scream into Melvin's hand.
Then the sink cracked, a line running down from the bowl to the floor.
They both looked at it for a moment before Melvin gingerly lifted Yami down to his feet, holding him close as they were both a little weak-kneed in the aftermath.
Yami unclamped his teeth and released Melvin's hand, wincing at the pain in his jaw.
"You really did a great job on my hand there, didn't you?" Melvin smirked, stroking Yami's face affectionately. Yami smiled tiredly and licked at a little blood-trail like a cat.
"MileHighClub members. Official," Yami mumbled, fumbling with his trousers.
"See? Wasn't that worth being in a bathroom?" Melvin replied, tutting and helping Yami dress himself again.
"Maybe," Yami replied uncomfortably, pulling Melvin's trousers up for him. "You didn't have a tap in your back."
Melvin lightly patted Yami's nose with a silly smile. "I've tapped that."
Yami rolled his eyes though he couldn't supress a smile. "That's a terrible joke."
"I know," Melvin sighed happily. "Though that's one fantasy I can cross off my list."
"I'm worried as to what else is on this list," Yami commented, running Melvin's hand under some cold water to clean the obvious bite-marks. "Will I ever get to see it?"
"Nope," Melvin replied smugly. "You'll find out about each one in turn, never you worry."
Yami smiled and tugged his jacket straight. "Well, I suppose there is something to be said for spontaneity; it's never boring. Though I would like some notice if you get bathroom-sex-cravings again, if you don't mind."
Melvin shrugged. "Fair enough. Now, shall we make our way out? There might be a queue by now."
When they sat back in their seats, Melvin couldn't help but smirk at Yami's wince when he sat down.
