The sun was just starting to set. Frowning to himself, Akefia's lavender eyes were staring vacantly out the window open above his kitchen sink. Currently, he was sitting at his table, a mug of warm tea steaming in front of him, untouched. He wasn't even aware of his surroundings. The cheerful spritzing sound of a neighbor's sprinkler system whirring, the beautiful colours splattered across the sky like an artist's palate, the smell of apricot and peach tea wafting temptingly up to his nose, all might as well have been white noise, grey, and nothingness for all he noticed.
It was 7.00. Marik was due at any moment. And though he had promised they would just play videogames, just hang out as they always had done, Akefia was skeptical. What all happened between them wasn't something you could just grin about and get on with your life. He wondered if Marik wasn't taking Akefia's devotion to their relationship for granted.
Were it anyone else in the world, Akefia would have said 'no'. He would have not wanted to hang out, not wanted to be near him, let alone agree to spend an evening with a man who wanted to jump his bones. A man. He almost shivered thinking about it. That was not what he was.
But… It was Marik. Marik was the most important thing in his life. Thinking of his life without the eccentric blonde made his heart sink into his stomach. Without him, he would most certainly stare at the walls – like he was doing now – almost all the time. Work, walls, sex, walls. White, black, white, black, white noise, black skies. He would sit at the diner with a throbbing headache, eating by himself, glancing up whenever the doors flung open only to look away almost sadly when it was just an over-enthusiastic breakfast eater. Without the companionship and spontaneity of his friend, things would feel empty. Life a little colder.
But he was not gay.
No way did he want to – … His eyebrows pulled together as his cloudy mind once again pulled up the dreg memories he fought to drown and muddle. Images and sounds flashed in succession, a few not having anything to do with the party. His tattoos, his hair when it was wet, his dark, almost sadistic grin, stretches, his imposing figure when he wore those armbands and that cape, sun beaming down on his golden hair and bronze skin, the wind rustling his hair and cape just right –
Egh. No. This was his friend. Of course he would think of him somewhat admiringly. Though why he looked back on that (damn good) blowjob, now that was a mystery. They had looked each other in the eye during foreplay, (foreplay!) didn't they. Eye contact neither broke. He didn't even remember feeling embarrassed or anxious when they looked at each other as Marik tore open his pants. No, he remembered… grinning. He remembered liking it. He remembered––
With a flare of anger, he realized blood had started shifting south while he had been thinking. Growling, and without much thought, he swung his hand through the air, sending his still steaming mug soaring. A loud sound of breaking porcelain rang through the house, putting an abrupt pause on Akefia's seething. The tea was splattered everywhere, his favourite mug ruined.
Glowering and murmuring curses, he got up, forcefully grabbing a rag and dropping down to start mopping the mess up.
"Uh…" a voice hesitantly interjected from the doorway to the kitchen. "… Need some help, there."
Shooting him a glare – how long had he been there? – Akefia just hurled a rag at his face, returning to his work.
Blinking and pulling the once-blue rag from his face, Marik looked at the scene. He had heard the crash from outside the door he had been about to open, causing him to hurry inside with concern as opposed to the hesitant grin he had planned on. Finding Akefia in the kitchen and the mug shards on the floor, he could only assume he had hurled his drink at the wall. This boded well for the evening…
"… Why are you throwing kitchen utensils," he asked, dropping down to help him clean up the warm tea.
"Was an accident," Akefia growled, aggressively mopping.
"Doesn't look like an accident." Marik's purple eyes were quite firmly locked on the floor.
"Well you're an idiot. I tripped and it broke. End of story." Glowering, he threw the rag in the sink, picking up the delicate shards with his back to the other.
Feeling uncomfortable, Marik kept cleaning the sopping mess, clearing his throat after a few moments. "Er… Why don't I come back another time, mm? You… look like you could use some alone time."
"No," came the other's response, less curt than before. He dumped the shards in the bin, sighing and rubbing his face as he turned and leaned on the countertop. "No. I apologize for snapping."
"…" Rather than comfort him, this only served to make Marik more uncomfortable. "…Right." The mess now mostly clean, Marik set the rag in the sink and settled himself leaning on a wall as far from Akefia as he could be. He had decided to let Akefia determine how close he wanted him, if at all. He hated doing it – a lot – but he would rather be far away and talking rather than close and awkward. At the thought of this balancing act he'd got himself into, his eyes suddenly felt very tired.
Looking at the wall and seeming to be somewhere else, Akefia abruptly pushed himself to stand straight, rubbing his hands together. "So! Video games. Yes. Let's go do that. Do you want food? I'll bring pretzels. And soda. Soda too. Yes."
Marik just stared, watching him bumble around for words and excuses to do something. Biting back a sigh, Marik pushed himself up as well and wordlessly walked the familiar (though less so now) route to the other's couch, plopping down at one end and sitting cross-legged on the squishy cushions.
Two minutes of awkwardly looking at the system (that appeared not to have been touched since the last time he was over) later, Akefia came back in, setting down two sodas and a bowl of pretzels on the middle cushion. "What do you want to play," he asked, walking almost stiffly over to the set-up and opening his drawer for the games he owned.
"Eh…" He was really not feeling much like playing a game right now. But hey, maybe this would loosen them both up. "… Bioshock, I think."
Akefia snorted. "Ah, Bioshock… The game with a plot you can ignore so you can kill people with a giant drill, set them on fire, and suck the souls out of little girls. You have such charming tastes…" His lips twitched to a smirk, selecting the game.
"Hey now. You plunge your hand into little girls' stomachs and take out a slug that you eat. Not suck their souls out. That's just gross," Marik half-grinned as well, a touch of warmness in his heart at the brief flash of their usual banter he had so missed.
Sniggering, Akefia put the disc in, less tense than before.
Two and a half hours passed, in which the two switched off playing, each heckling and mocking the other. The sodas were gone and the pretzels not touched (neither really cared for them, why Akefia brought them out, he was unsure,) as they entered level four. Marik glanced at his watch.
"Shit son, it's nearly nine thirty," he hummed, eyebrows rising. "Look at that."
"Really?" Akefia's eyebrows rose slightly as well. "Doesn't feel that long."
"Nah…" Shaking his head, Marik frowned, tapping his can of soda with his finger. "You don't have work tomorrow, do you?"
"… Marik, it's Saturday." Akefia rolled his eyes, half-smirking.
"… Is it?" Blinking, Marik shrugged. "I tend to lose track, I suppose. Okay then. How much longer you want me here?"
"Long as you want," he answered, as though this was obvious.
"…" As much as Marik loved their old vibe back, the give and take and jokingly snide remarks, he still knew that just wasn't enough for him, now. Not when he'd been given a taste of something else. And he wanted another taste.
Picking up the cans and the bowl, Marik set them on the floor, scooting himself to sit in the middle seat. Akefia sat up a bit taller, but didn't flinch away. "… What are you doing."
"Sitting," he answered like a smartass, giving him an obdurate look. "Is that a crime?"
"…." Akefia gave him a pointed look.
"…" Sighing, Marik took the controller and set it on the coffee table, turning to look at him. "… Can we talk now."
Akefia groaned. "Marik, must we? We had done so well there, just being friends. Can't we just forget this whole incident and move on with our lives?"
A muscle on Marik's back twitched. "You know as well as I that we can't. Not until this is settled once and for all, anyway."
"Until what is settled." Glaring now, Akefia folded his arms across his chest. A sign he was not open to conversation.
"This. This stuff between us." Marik glared right back.
"Tch. That you not so secretly want to recreate that night? I already told you, I can't do that."
"I don't want to recreate that night," he scowled, hands in his lap. "I was allowed a glimpse at something, and I want to know what that something is. I don't even know if I'll like it."
"Oh please," Akefia rolled his eyes. "I remember bits of that night. You were into it."
"So were you. And here you are, ardently denying it just because I don't have breasts." Marik glowered. "Who's to say I wasn't drunk on the lights, music, and alien circumstances? That I'm not just imagining things?"
"That's insulting. Even if you were, sexual preference doesn't fly out the window just because of that. If you're bi or gay or whatever now, that's fine, bully for you, but I am not."
"Ugh, you're not getting this," Marik groaned in frustration, cracking his knuckles. "What is making this so difficult and confusing is that I'm not. I don't like men. I don't want to sleep with men. I want you. Not men in general, just the one. That's why I can't just cut my losses and move on from this; I want to know why, what this is."
"…It doesn't work like that," Akefia growled, looking at the wall now. That sounded all too familiar.
"Says who! Why is it so hard to believe that one can be attracted to a person, rather than a gender? I'm not gay; you are the only man I fucking want and that's why this is so confusing!"
Everything Marik was saying echoed in what Akefia had been feeling. He hadn't put words to it, hadn't figured out how to put it like Marik had, but he felt it. As he spoke, he identified with what he was saying more and more. And he hated him for it.
"…. And so what happens if I say no to this."
Marik looked at him with a hard glare, heart speeding up in his chest. "… Then we can't be friends. I can't forget this. I can't ignore it. The only way this works out where we are 100% back to normal is if we do it, and neither of us like it. Fine. Back to normal. If we do it and you don't like it, … I don't know if I could stay. I know I said I'd never bring it up again, but honestly, I don't think I could handle that. The other two options are all or nothing. Either you say no and I leave here and we never speak to each other again, or you say yes and we both like it. We can decide what to do from there if that is the case. But if you tell me 'no' right now, I'm leaving, and that's the end of us being friends." There of course was also the possibility of Akefia liking it and Marik not, but that was in no large likelihood.
Akefia's heart sank involuntarily at envisioning the scenario of him leaving, and anger flared inside of him at his heart sinking. He hated this. Hated every aspect of it. He hated the idea of losing Marik. He hated the idea of giving in to such a ludicrous request on the basis of trying to keep his friend. He hated feeling trapped, because even if he did this, Marik would expect more, or if they went back to normal, they'd both live with the knowledge that they'd done this! Arguments he'd used over and over floated in his mind, his internal hate burning inside of him, blood rushing to his face, sounding in his ears…
Marik was starting to get anxious, just watching him glare at the wall. He wasn't hearing 'yes'. Adrenaline starting to kick in at the realization that this might be the last time he saw his friend; he reluctantly started to get up after several minutes. "I'll take that silence as a 'no'…" Standing awkwardly, Marik shoved his hands in his pockets. "Well, I guess, er…"
Growling loudly and unexpectedly, Akefia rocketed up to stand, hand roughly grabbing Marik's shirt. "Did I say you could get up."
Marik blinked. "Er—"
But before he could answer, Akefia shoved him violently back onto the couch, and straddled his waist. Marik bounced as his back hit the sofa, looking up at the other with wide, almost frightened eyes at the sudden aggression. "Akef–?"
"Shut up."
Growling again with that hate and anger and confusion inside of him, his hand grabbed Marik by the chin none-too-gently. "Listen to me. You will do as I say, when I say. If I say 'stop', you will stop. It is against my better judgment that we are doing this, so count yourself well lucky."
Marik's heart all but stopped as the words were hissed at his face. Were they really–?
His unfinished question was answered as Akefia's hand let go of his chin to slip into his hair, crushing their lips together once more.
Electricity shot through his body at the sudden rough kiss, his spine arching upward against his will as though he really were electrocuted. Eyes open and fixed on the man so intently squeezing his own eyes shut, Marik was frozen.
Not moving, it took a few seconds before Akefia wrenched back away from him, glowering with all the force he could muster, leaning up a few inches above him. "What," he hissed, eyes burning.
Marik didn't answer. Hesitation clearly shone in his eyes as he darted them to the side, mind quickly rethinking what it was he had suggested. More anger flared in Akefia at these second thoughts showing through those damned purple eyes, and before he knew what he was doing, a hand lifted and slapped him hard across the face.
"–!" Hand flying to cover the blossoming red mark on his tan face, Marik glared up at him, mouth opening to demand what the fuck his problem was, but before he could Akefia cut him off.
"No. You wanted this. Me. You asked –– begged me for this. Now fucking take it." Growling, eyes narrowed in that same internal hate, Akefia's voice had a biting edge in it Marik had never heard before. It was… rather scary.
And sexy.
A similar kind of hate of his own started burning inside of Marik, his eyes continuing to narrow and stare at Akefia for just a moment. He hated the same things Akefia did. Himself, his feelings he couldn't banish, how absurd all of this was – he let that hatred fuel him. Even as his lips twitched and pulled back to reveal a dark grin, he had to repress a shiver. Hate sex. Their first real sex and it was going to be violent, rough, and probably bloody. Perfect.
Reaching up with steady hands, Marik tightly grasped Akefia's face in his hands and yanked him down for another rough kiss, this time putting his entire being into it. Growling in approval, Akefia's hands dug into the couch at either side of Marik's shoulders as he viciously kissed him back, both pairs of violet eyes screwing shut.
Marik's mind was a paradox. He felt everything and nothing all at once. Inside he was surging, euphoric happiness and anxiety, dread and joy, all swirled around inside of him, seeming to fill him completely up on the inside. At the same time, his mind was a blank slate, unable to hone in on any one of these emotions or feelings. All he was capable of doing was hold tight to Akefia's face and kissing him as intently as he could manage in his given state, his breathing already off.
Akefia was in a similar position. Much better at forcing his body to move against the thunder inside of him than Marik, he sat back against the other's thighs to allow himself the use of his hands. Free, they sprawled out across Marik's flat chest, pressing into the flesh. Accustomed to breasts and toying with them, the hands hesitated at the flatness, but pushed themselves forward to roughly explore the new terrain.
Marik's breath hitched in the kiss as the hands roamed his body through his shirt, muscles shifting beneath his fingers. He was unused to being in such a submissive position, and it would have bothered him more if Akefia weren't so inherently good at what he was doing. Somehow, he managed to find a sensitive spot on the upper part of one of his pectorals he himself didn't even know about.
Blood started pumping downward in both males, breathing becoming accelerated and drowning out the subtle sounds the menu screen made of the game they had forgotten to turn off. Akefia's nails raked Marik's chest to a cut-off groan from the latter, the kiss finally being broken as both parties gasped for air.
Looking at each other, the two exchanged identical dark grins, chests rising and falling with breath. Marik's hands fell from Akefia's face to drape over the arm of the couch his head was pressing into, squirming beneath him. "Nnn," he sighed, eyes studying his friend carefully. "I hadn't accounted for not being on top."
Akefia only flashed that grin again, hips assertively pressing themselves into Marik's thighs, which twitched (blood jolting south). Marik grinned back and shook his head. "You misunderstand," he sighed, shifting to sit upright as Akefia's grin slipped. "I'm not giving in to that willingly."
Before Akefia could retort, Marik grasped his shoulders tightly and forced him backward, shifting their legs both at once to pin him down on the couch. Immediately growling, lip curling, Akefia glared up at him, struggling against his surprisingly strong hold.
"Now, now," Marik crooned, keeping him back. "Do as you did last time. Just give in to the sensations of it. Don't concentrate too much on it, " he purred, hovering above his lips and pressing his own to his cheek almost gently.
"Ghnh, Marik, must y––"
His protest was cut off as Marik grinned widely, plunging his face into the other's neck, sharply biting him in the same pleasure spot he remembered from the last time. Unable to help himself, Akefia let out a low moan, hand going to roughly entangle itself into the wild blond hair so close to his face. Eyes shutting and head tilting backward to give the other more room, Akefia locked on to that phrase: 'just give in to the sensations of it.'
Doing so, he was more than happy to let Marik stay buried in his neck, those teeth biting in to his flesh and sucking at the marks left there perfectly. He was by no means a masochist, but the sharp sting of a bite really got his blood flowing. And Marik was content to abuse this to no end.
Although he couldn't see the other, he could picture what they were doing all too well. His hand tightly fisting his hair, nonverbally telling him 'Oh, god, do not stop,', his head tilted far back, offering it up to him, his back even squirming underneath the weight of his body. Marik shivered again.
The blonde's hands traced and danced down the sides of Akefia's body, tracing and just barely making his presence known. The other growled at this, wanting more solid touches, but Marik ignored him. Sharply nipping him playfully, Marik's hands found his hips and his legs, splaying themselves across the thick muscles through the dense denim fabric. Sliding along from hipbones to kneecap, Marik's hands pressed into the upper section and sides of the muscles, generating what he knew to be a very pleasant – albeit craving – feeling.
Sure enough, the muscles twitched underneath his hands as Akefia shifted from the unfamiliar touch. Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.
"Fuck," he managed, strained and hoarse. His hand lightly yanked on Marik's hair.
Grinning to himself, Marik stopped his hands and leaned up, opening his mouth to speak – but he was directed back down with a yank to his head.
"No," Akefia interjected, the hand in the blonde hair forcing Marik to stay where he was. "More…"
Marik would have been lying to himself if he said that he expected Akefia to actually take his 'don't concentrate too much on it' to heart. And even he wasn't so egotistical to think that ten minutes of making out and light, rounding-second-base touches was enough to completely change the other's views on homoeroticism. Still, though his motives were unclear, the meaning was completely inconsequential to him. As long as he wanted it, Marik would oblige.
Resuming his actions, Marik's hands massaged and rubbed the other's thigh muscles, mouth busy in sucking a reddening section of his neck. Soon growing bored of the repetition of this and wanting more from Akefia, his hands instead grasped his hips, fingertips slipping underneath the shirt that had started to ride up his body.
Akefia sucked in breath sharply, but otherwise did nothing. Taking this as a good sign, Marik continued, pressing his warms hands onto and further up the other's toned body, taking the shirt with him as he went.
"M-mm…" Akefia hummed, stretching his torso with the hands and more intently shoved Marik's face into his throat. "Nn- Bite me. More," he rasped. His speech seemed to decrease to the level of primal grunts and commands; was he so far gone?
Indulging him, Marik's teeth sharply bit into the warm flesh once more, his hands pressing into his lower abdomen teasingly. In reward, he was greeted with a gravelly moan, hips tilting upward into Marik's body seemingly of their own will.
Feeling a sudden thud to his groin, it was all he could do not to groan back as he pushed himself back up, leaning over Akefia on all fours.
"… Well shit," he murmured with a half-grin on his lips, breathing off.
The other just looked up at him with smouldering eyes, his hips tilting again.
Looking down at him in this new sexual light, Akefia was quite a sight. Even the scar on his face was absolutely electrifying. Marik just wanted it all more and more.
"… Are you comfortable enough with this yet to – ah, – move to a different location?" Marik hinted, as he became aware of just how much tighter his pants were now than when they were simply playing video games on the couch.
In the blink of an eye, Akefia changed from being content-looking and focused on calming himself down, to the anger that had been in his eyes earlier. Shoving Marik off of him, he stood, his shoulders tense. For one paralyzing moment he thought he was about to be thrown out of his house.
Grasping Marik by his shirt, Akefia didn't even look at him as he yanked him to his feet and started tugging. Heart sinking, Marik waited for the turn to the front door – that didn't come. Instead they turned down the cramped hallway to the left. The one that led to Akefia's bedroom.
Heart pounding in his chest again, Marik sped up in following him; once again surprised his suggestion was met with such earnestly.
Akefia all but threw him inside of his room and shut the door behind them, turning to look at him so his hair whipped about his face in the dull light from a single lamp.
"Lose the shirt. Get on the bed."
Simple commands. Mechanically, Marik stripped his shirt off over his head and threw it to the floor, immediately hopping onto the bed and sitting upright on it, looking at his friend expectantly. Face hidden by shadow, Akefia stared at him for several moments, before his t-shirt was also cast aside to the floor.
He just stood there. One looked at the other, just staring. After several moments of direct eye contact – which at first was rather nice – Marik started to grow uneasy. "Akefia…" he ventured, tilting his head slightly, frowning. "Don't over-think this…"
"Shut up."
Lip curling, the first man growled, cracking his neck. He had been thinking, yes, but not of how he was beginning to feel reluctant towards the situation, as Marik thought. No, he was simply gathering together all of his repressed attraction to stuff into his nerve, steeling himself for the foreign. He knew what he wanted to do to the other, knew what he had to do to elicit the reactions he wanted. But to do so, he would have to do things that of course threw into relief the notion that he was having homoerotic sex. He still wasn't fully comfortable with that. But as his mind cast backward for the moan he so wanted to hear, he knew he could do it.
Closing the gap between himself and the bed in two long strides, Akefia kept going in his momentum onto the bed, flying at the other and cupping his neck with one hand, lips forcefully reattaching to his, the other hand immediately descending to harshly grope the front of his pants.
"Ahn-!" Gasping from the suddenness of the attack, Marik fell back with him, back arching backward as his hips instinctively pushed upward into the hand and his face pushed up into Akefia's.
That moan he wanted to hear was granted to him as his palm furiously rubbed at the hardening bulge in the front of his dear friend's pants, the sound permeating throughout his entire body. Growling his approval, Akefia broke their bruising kiss to lean up, savagely grinning down at Marik.
Face flushed, the blonde looked every part the uke he had fought not to become in the sudden onslaught of pleasure. His hair more mussed than usual, lips parted, eyes half lidded, chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms; it was so different from how he usually looked – but a difference welcomed with open arms.
"I can make you melt from my touch so easily…" he murmured half to himself, hand slowing as his eyes raked the other's face, memorizing it.
But all at once, Marik recovered himself enough to curl his lip, the glimpse of true wanton pleasure gone as soon as it came. Lifting a hand to rub his lips with the back of his hands, Marik's eyes fixed on Akefia's, burning.
"Mnn… Anyone would at such,… intensity…" he mused, still breathless. "…. Get… Get off me."
Quirking an eyebrow, Akefia harshly groped him again, earning a clearly involuntary 'Ah!' from Marik. "And why would I do that."
It took him another moment or two to regain his breath. "…. Because…" Reaching down, his own hand squeezed the lump in Akefia's pants, his lips twitching as the other's eyes widened. "… This is a two-way street."
Shoving him off, Marik seemed to regain enough sense of himself to properly move. Switching their positions in that moment of Akefia's weakness was easy, as was raking his nails down the tan chest beneath him. Moans less inhibited than in Marik, Akefia let one free from his throat, chest arching up into the hands that ghosted down his body.
"Heheh…." Leaning down, Marik's abnormally long tongue unfurled from his mouth, tracing down the center of his chest, tracing the muscles. As he did this, his hands busied themselves with unfastening the belt, button, and zipper of Akefia's jeans, then moving on to his own as he reached the abdominal muscles.
Akefia gasped and groaned as Marik hit sensitive spots or accidentally brushed against him, his hands tightly grasping the bed beneath him, twitching around. Music to Marik's ears.
"This is something," he murmured breathily, yanking away both of their jeans and clawing at the twin sets of boxers to release the fully erect and straining cocks from the fabric, "That cannot be done with a woman. Not the same, at least…"
Once they were free, he looked Akefia in the eye and grinned a sort of hateful grin, nails digging into his pectoral muscles as his hips lowered to rub their crotches together.
Growling out another moan, Akefia's eyes slid shut as his hips did what they wanted to do, namely, rub intently up into Marik. The latter hissed and huffed out a moan disguised as a sigh, scratching his chest and leaving angry red marks behind him.
"I've… been looking at things online," Marik breathed in between rubs, his eyelids fluttering. "How… to do some stuff. Just in… case you said yes," he heh'd, tilting his head to his own shoulder.
"Nnngh…" Akefia growled in response, unable to really form words by now. Marik took that to mean 'like what'.
"You're going to have to trust me," he prefaced, slowing their movements (to Akefia's apparent displeasure by the way his hips still searched upward) to make his point clear. "Will you?"
"Of course," came the irritated, but sincere answer, eyes opening to look into Marik's.
"…" A moment Marik would explore later. But for now, he lifted one of his hands and pressed two fingers to Akefia's lips. "… I need you to suck on these. A lot of saliva," he clarified, shifting off of him to kick his pants and undergarments off.
Akefia didn't answer, but rather opened his mouth to accept the digits (though he thought the ritual odd, he didn't question it). Taking them in, his eyes shut as his tongue slowly slid around them, slicking them, his lips wrapping and rewrapping around them.
Eyes closed, Marik just let him do this for a moment, before he remembered what he was going to do. Rewarding him, he wrapped his hand around Akefia's length at the base, running up and down in a series of short, but skillful pumps.
Akefia moaned around the fingers, stalling and tilting his hips up. Deeming them good enough, Marik took back his fingers, removing his hand from him as well after another few strokes (just for the delicious way he nonverbally begged for more, he wanted to commit that to memory).
"Akefia," he crooned, now positioned above him with three of his limbs, the third lifting to show him. Lavender eyes blinked open to clarity, focusing in on him. "I had to look up how to do this for anything other than masturbation," he murmured, leaning up and spreading his legs somewhat. "Pay attention, because if we ever do this again, you're doing it…"
Before Akefia could so much as pull his eyebrows together in confusion or protest, Marik slipped his hand behind his back and bit his lip, making a small 'mnn' noise. Akefia's eyes widened, all at once realizing what was happening.
"…Fuck."
Eyes unsure whether to watch his face or crane to see his hand, Akefia was all too aware of how much he seemed to ache in his nether regions, how badly he needed – something. Reaching down, he mechanically stroked himself, needing some sort of gratification.
Marik's eyes closed as his fingers set to their invisible work, slipping inside of himself and pushing at his inner walls, stretching them, readying them for what he knew would be both overwhelmingly painful and overwhelmingly pleasurable. Rewarding himself for the effort (and the feeling of being so overtly on display that kept creeping up in the back of his mind,) his fingers found and pushed at his prostate. Mouth falling open, he groaned unrestrainedly, back arching backwards from the sudden pleasure spike.
"…. Nnngh, for god sake, hurry up," Akefia growled, hand on himself speeding up at this so unashamed and unapologetic display of ecstasy.
Ignoring him, (however hot that command was,) Marik pulled back from himself when he was sure he would be prepared. Not only would this be his first time with male on male intercourse, but it was with Akefia. Eyes straying to the monster that would soon be plunging inside of him, he hesitated and debated going back and preparing himself still yet further. This was going to hurt. But still, it was worth it. The overwhelming need for Akefia to be inside of him was all consuming – a fact. He needed this. Needed him.
Panting, Marik drew back, looking down at him with the same burning eyes as before. The two stared at each other, Akefia's hand stilling. "…."
"… Well. Are you going to fuck me or not?" Marik asked, a half-grin spreading on his features.
Grinning back, Akefia swapped them yet again, pinning Marik down and forcing his legs apart with his own. "Oh," he hummed, tilting the other's hips, "I most definitely am."
Marik shivered.
Looking down, Akefia pressed his tip to Marik's entrance, glancing up for an 'okay' before he officially started pushing forward. Marik's eyes were shut tight in concentration, as – through the racing heart, the shallow breath, the mounting anticipation and oncoming dread – he forced himself to relax. A difficult feat, but one he was trying to overcome none the less. "G…. give me a minute," he breathed, his shoulders tight.
"…" A touch of sympathy peeking through his lust, Akefia leaned down and pressed their lips together again, less demanding than the other, harsher kisses. This was a kiss of comfort, a slower, more sensual kiss. A kiss that told him 'it's okay'.
This more than anything else relaxed him, and after a few moments, he broke away to nod. "…. Nnngh, fucking get inside me already…" he groaned, his eyebrows steeping upward.
Needing no more 'okay' than that, Akefia's eyes fell to their hips, and pushed forward. It was incredible. Tighter than a female and a virgin to boot, Marik felt rapturous around him. The more of him he got, the more he wanted, and the more it took him to keep from forcefully shoving forward.
Contrary-wise, for Marik, the more of Akefia inside of him he got, the more he prayed there would be no more. It was alien, uncomfortable, painful. Back muscles tightening, Marik lifted his shaky arms and wrapped them around the other, hands digging into the powerful back above him. "Nnnnngh…"
Akefia glanced back up, mostly inside of him, and frowned. "….Are you.. okay?" he asked, breathlessly.
Marik only shakily shook his head. "Are – … is that all."
"…" Pushing forward the last little bit, he stopped. "….Yeah."
Taking a shuddering breath, Marik breathed out a near silent: '…Wait…'
It was excruciating to stop moving, but Akefia did it. As much as he seared inside from unfulfilled desire, if it would hurt Marik, there was no way he would do it until he was told he was all right. A philosophy that would bite him in the ass sometimes – like now – it was nonetheless infallible. He endured it.
It seemed like years until Marik nodded, giving him the go-ahead to start moving again. Pressing another, briefer kiss to his lips, Akefia wished him all the painlessness possible, but he was eternally thankful he could move once again.
It was slow going, pulling back and thrusting forward at a snail's pace. But every time he pushed all the way forward, Marik would let out a small noise. Whether it was in pain or pleasure, he didn't know, so he stayed slow.
"…. Ghh… Akefia- faster, more, come on," Marik's eyes opened and focused on him, letting his annoyance show through. "I'm not an egg. I'll tell you if it's too much, just –– Ahh-!"
In retribution for the overt insult, Akefia thrust forward more forcefully, growling in his throat again. Marik's head fell back and his back arched up, nails digging into his back again. "Ah- Yes, more of that—" he gasped, hips rocking slightly. There was the pleasure he wanted.
Hands tightly grasping Marik's hips, Akefia's eyes focused down on their connecting bodies, somehow even more turned on by the so very concrete image of the two of them meeting like that, so completely. Groaning, he struck up a much more forceful and intense rhythm, yanking back and slamming forth.
"Agghh…" Marik moaned, his toes curling out of sight and his hips twisting and turning in Akefia's strong grip, trying his best to direct him inside of him until BAM, Akefia struck the pleasure center head-on.
"Akeeefia-!" Marik gasped loudly, hips bucking back into him, entire body electrified by the sudden, intense feeling of pure euphoria. "Yes! More!"
Akefia in turn moaned at this absolutely irresistible reaction to an unintentional movement, and repeated himself, hitting the spot a second, third, fourth, and fifth time. Each time Marik moaned loudly and uncontrolled, sometimes swears, sometimes his name, sometimes nonsense noises. Akefia couldn't get enough.
"Nnn, Marik…" he moaned back, leaning down to press his face into Marik's warm throat, the other's hands sliding instinctively up into the tangle of white hair and holding him there.
Several minutes of the rough sex passed before Akefia had enough sense to reach around and grasp Marik's neglected member, harshly pumping him in time to the intense rhythm.
"Oh–!"
Marik yanked suddenly at Akefia's hair, needily. He was nearing the edge now, and with the extra stimulation, it wouldn't be long now. "Akefia…" he groaned, half in ecstasy, half for his attention. "…Bite me."
Only capable enough in his mindless self-indulgence to understand the command after a few moments, Akefia quite willingly acquiesced, sharp teeth digging in to the warm flesh at his lips.
And that was enough. The thrusts to his prostate, the pumps to his cock, the moans he craved, and now the bite, it was enough. With an arch nearly backbreaking and a scream loud enough to wake a neighbor, Marik let himself go, splattering both of their chests with his release.
As his orgasm overwhelmed him, his voice calling out swears and Akefia's name, the muscles inside of him clamped down on Akefia, stimulating him still yet further as well. Caught up in the wave emanating from Marik, it was all too easy to let himself get swept away in it as well, his own orgasm starting from deep inside of him, growing tenser and tenser as Marik's moans died off, and finally he snapped.
Silent as he came, Akefia buried his face still yet further into Marik's flesh, his hips bucking repeatedly into him as his own equally intense wave crashed inside of him, his body violently twitching.
Soon there after, Akefia collapsed on top of Marik, both of them breathing heavily. Akefia didn't even remember to pull out.
Minutes ticked by as they both reeled in their highs, unwilling to come back to reality. It was… so good. So worth the strange feelings and odd awkward moments between them. They both felt the warmness of contentment spread over them like melted butter, savouring the delights of realized desires.
After quite awhile, Akefia recovered himself enough to realize he needed to break away from Marik. Pulling out with a groan, he looked down at them, his eyes suddenly widening and sobering up at what he saw.
"Marik—" He interjected, the other ignoring him as he clung to his glow. "Marik, you're bleeding."
Sighing, Marik shifted, pushing himself to sit up halfway. "Wha…?"
"You're bleeding. There's blood coming out of you. Did I hurt you that badly?" Frowning, he looked at him with concern, the anger and hate completely drained out of him.
Marik just stretched, squirming his hips. "Mm…. Yes 'n no…" Yawning, he flopped back onto his back, stretching out naked on the bed. "It hurt a lot at first, but then I didn't notice."
Not convinced, Akefia eyed him anxiously. "… At least put your boxers back on, that'll stop it from spreading."
Marik chuckled. "Mnn, I'm bleeding from sex, and you're fretting. Just enjoy the warm, eh?" He nevertheless accepted the boxers tossed at his head and slipped them back on.
"Nn, I'm suddenly really tired…" Marik rolled onto his side on the Queen bed, burying his face in the soft comforter. "'s alright 'f I crash 'ere, yeah? Thanks…" he murmured, not listening to the answer, making himself comfortable and drifting off easily.
"…. Go right ahead," Akefia said for no one's benefit but his own, a smirk tugging at his lips as he too pulled on his boxers.
Was it fondness that warmed his heart as he looked at his tired friend? Whatever it was, he found himself glad. Glad they partook in such a strange activity, and glad they were friends again. In the morning he was sure to have much more conflicting and irreconcilable feelings on the issue, but for now, he was glad.
Lying beside Marik, he too rolled on his side facing away from him, and clutched a pillow to his chest. It was only as his heavy eyes drifted closed that he noticed his phone. Picking it up, he saw he had three missed messages from Bakura.
Grinning, he put the phone back down.
Another problem for another day, he mused, slipping into sleep.