Eep! I am so sorry about the lateness! To make up, it's long! Hehehehe
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"MALIK!"
Ryou's eyes widened as he stared around the street. Malik was gone, and his motorcycle was missing from the garage. He drew in a quick, frightened breath, before dashing inside. The whitenette was almost hyperventilating as he ran into the bedroom, his hands shaking. He jumped over the bed, and yanked open the drawer to Bakura's bedside table. He sorted through the papers, his heart skipping a beat when his fingers brushed Bakura's journal. Ryou bit his lip, and pushed the leather bound book aside, finding the keys. He seized them with a jangle, and practically flew out of the house. He slammed the front door behind him, without bothering to lock it.
"Oh no." He gasped, running into the garage. He gulped as he stared at Mercedes, his hands trembling. I can't drive... If I crash the car, Bakura will kill me. Ryou closed his eyes as the harmless mental comment slipped from his mind. No he won't...
Don't dwell on that! Find Malik! He ran off almost half an hour ago, he could be anywhere by now. Ryou bit his lip, unlocking the car door with the remote. He slid into the black interior, blinking back tears. He hadn't been in this car ever since Bakura slipped into his coma… Stop it! Malik! You have to find him before he does something stupid. Ryou licked his lips nervously, starting the car. He knew the basics of driving- He wasn't completely dumb. Bakura had taken him out for lessons several times, although Ryou was still baffled as to where he got his driving skills from.
"Okay." Ryou gulped, adjusting the rear vision mirror. "Okay… But the car in reverse… Seatbelt on… Alright." Ryou screeched the car as he reversed into the road, and winced. "Why can't I just run?" He moaned. "I know it's much slower but…" Ryou sighed, turning the steering wheel, and placing his foot on the accelerator. He yelped as the car screeched off, making a face. He released his hold on the pedal a little, and the car slowed.
It was a minute or two of driving before Ryou managed to get used to the car, but finally, he felt confident enough to turn the corner, and get onto the road into downtown. Ryou licked his lips, shaking from nerves.
I'm going to find you Malik.
Malik's eyes were closed as the wind whistled through his hair, playing slightly on his face. Huh. Funny how you appreciate the random things in life when it's almost over. He took a deep breath, his left foot hanging over the edge of the building, staring down at the concrete-
"Malik Ishtar!" The Egyptian froze, and his eyes snapped wide open. His heart thudded in his chest, and his mouth went dry. No...
"Ryou." He whispered, closing his eyes. Ryou's heart stopped when he saw Malik standing on the edge of the building, one foot over the edge. He gasped, and started running towards the blonde. He had looked all over, for Malik. Isis and Rishid hadn't seen Malik at all, so Ryou was left to anxiously check all of his favourite haunts, and failing that, combed the streets. It was pure chance that Ryou found Malik's bike in a car park, and looked up.
"Don't!" Ryou screamed, holding two hands over his mouth. "Don't you dare!" Malik placed his foot back on the wall, and slowly turned around.
"Ryou…"
"How could you?" Ryou was tearful, his shoulders shaking. Malik was completely stationary, staring at Ryou with shock written on his face. "You… You promised… You said that you wouldn't leave me, Malik. You promised!" Ryou screamed the last few words, and broke down into sobs. The Egyptian was in shock, his eyes wide. He was silent for a long moment before his brow creased in anger.
"Me, me, me… Listen to yourself, Ryou! You're so damned selfish! Why the hell should I live my life for someone who screamed at me and told me to leave? I've given my entire life for you, Ryou! I tried my hardest to put aside my feelings and look after you! Yes, I tried to kill Bakura, but I had the best thoughts for you! That was all I thought about, Ryou! That's all I ever do think about!" Malik was crying, his heels hanging over the edge. "I love you, Ryou! I love you so much, and it hurts that you don't feel the same way. It's all I want, Ryou!" The whitenette sniffed, and wiped at his eyes.
"Malik…" He whispered softly. "Come down from there." He stretched out his arms, chocolate eyes wide and imploring. "Please." Malik looked down, his hands shaking. "Malik…" Ryou tried again. "I don't want you to die. I… I was just angry. Please. I care about you so much. You… You can't go. You can't leave me…"
Malik was sobbing as he jumped down from the low wall, and into Ryou's arms. The whitenette gasped as he was knocked breathlessly into the ground. Malik perched on his chest. The Egyptian looked into Ryou's wide chocolate eyes for a long time. Both of the teenagers were crying, Malik silently, while Ryou sobbed weakly. Malik buried his head in Ryou's shoulder while his shoulders shook with sobs, and Ryou wrapped his arms around Malik's chest, his chin on Malik's head. He lay on the concrete, Malik stretched out on top of him.
"How could you?" Ryou gasped as he slapped Malik hard across the face. The Egyptian gasped, his head turned to one side. Malik was silent for a long time, his head lifted away from Ryou's chest.
"So… you're mad, then?" He whispered meekly, still not looking Ryou in the eye.
"Mad?" Ryou spluttered. "I'm furious! How could you even think about killing yourself Malik? How could you? I-I thought you really loved me…" He was crying softly, tears leaking frown large brown eyes.
"I'm sorry." Malik sighed, his shoulders slumped. "I…" The Egyptian broke down sobbing, and buried his head in Ryou's shoulder. The whitenette was in tears himself, tightly embracing the blonde.
"I'm sorry, Malik." Ryou finally managed to regain his composure enough to talk. "I do love you. And I… I was shocked. Why would you do that? Why would you want to kill Bakura? I thought you loved him." Malik lifted his head, blinking away his tears.
"I do." The Egyptian whispered. "But… I love you more, Ryou. So much more. I hated seeing you the way you were. You weren't letting go, and I thought that if Bakura was gone… Then maybe you would…" Ryou closed his eyes as Malik cupped a hand over his jaw.
"I love him so much." Ryou said tearfully. "I-I don't want to let him go… I-I don't want to ever let him go." Malik sighed, resting his forehead against Ryou's. He placed his other hand on Ryou's jaw, so he was supping his smooth, rounded face. "Don't leave me." Ryou begged, his eyes wide and imploring. "Please don't leave me. I-I'll do whatever you want, just don't leave…"
Malik closed his eyes as he kissed Ryou. He placed a soft peck on the lips, before tilting his head slightly, and deepening the kiss. Ryou gasped, tightening his hold on Malik. The Egyptian ran his tongue over Ryou's lower lip, coaxing him to open his mouth. Ryou closed his eyes, and obeyed, parting his soft rose lips and accepting Malik's intrusion. The pair kissed for almost a full minute, before Ryou broke apart for air, resting the back of his head against the concrete, gasping for air.
"I only want your love, Ryou." Malik whispered in Ryou's ear. The sky was dark, the only light coming from amber streetlights far below, and a single yellow bulb on the roof. "Please… That's all I want." Ryou opened his eyes, feeling sick with conflict.
"I…" Ryou started, trying to phrase just how he felt into words. He couldn't. Instead, he took Malik's collar, and pulled him down for another kiss, threading his fingers through soft golden locks.
"The suns' rising."
Malik mused softly, staring up at the lightening sky. He was leaning against the concrete wall, shivering slightly in the cold. Ryou was pressed into his side, staring up at the sky.
"It's really pretty," Ryou murmured, exhausted. Both of them had been up on that wall all night, just talking. Well, talking, and kissing. They talked about their feelings, about their situation, and especially about Bakura. Gradually, Malik managed to start to convince Ryou that shutting off the life support was the only thing that could be done.
"It is." Malik sighed, looking at the small teenager. "Almost as pretty as you." Ryou giggled as Malik placed a kiss on his fluffy white head. The pale teen sighed, nuzzling Malik's shoulder.
"We should get down." Ryou whispered, taking Malik's hand, and standing up. He yawned, and shivered in the cold. "Ugh… I have school in three hours… Not fun." Malik chuckled. "Hey! Don't laugh!" Ryou pouted cutely, but that only earned another giggle from the Egyptian. "I mean it!"
"Okay." Malik sighed, looping his arms around Ryou's slim waist, and burying his nose in the teens hair. "Forgive me?" Ryou blinked, and lifted his head. He looked into Malik's wide lavender eyes, which were so full of emotion, Ryou thought he might cry.
"I forgive you, Malik." Ryou whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. "For everything."
"It's the right thing to do, Ryou." Malik whispered, gently rubbing small circles in Ryou's back. The whitenette was sobbing weakly, his head in his hands.
"You would say that…" He whispered softly. Malik sighed, wrapping an arm around Ryou's shoulders. "I… I know he's not going to wake up, but…" He leaved a very long sigh, his shoulders slumping. "I-I should go in." Malik nodded.
"I'll stay out here." The Egyptian whispered. Ryou sniffed, and nodded, walking over to the door, and grasping the handle.
Ryou was sobbing quietly as he entered the dim room. Bakura lay unmoving on the bed, as he always did. The whitenette's hands trembled as he sat down beside the bed, placing a hand on Bakura's forehead. Ryou was almost in a state of shock, as he cleared his throat.
"I… I think Malik's right." He sniffed, murmuring into the silence. "I… It's been seven months, Bakura. Seven months and not one day, not one hour has passed since I haven't thought about you. I swear. I…" Ryou wiped at his eyes, threatening to burst into tears. "I… I ne-never stopped loving you…" The whitenette completely broke down with a low moan, burying his head in Bakura's chest. He sobbed, salty tears slowly starting to soak Bakura's hospital gown. He sat there for a long time, crying and crying into Bakura's chest.
Ryou was so wrapped up in his own grief, that he didn't hear the nurse enter the room. The blonde sighed softly, setting down her clipboard, before rushing to Ryou's side.
"Hey." She said softly, touching Ryou's shoulder. The whitenette gasped at the recognition and contact, and lifted his head. "You okay?" Ryou shook his head, his breath coming out in long, shuddering gasps. "What's wrong?"
"Turn it off." Ryou whispered softly, closing his eyes. His heart felt like it was ripping in two underneath his shirt, and sinking like a rock. The only noise coming from Ryou was the dull, monotonous tone of the machines that kept Bakura alive.
"What?" The blonde blinked, looking down at Ryou, puzzled. The whitenette buried his head in his hands, trying to hard not to cry anymore, but failing.
"The… The l-life support." He finally managed to whisper, keeping his eyes fixed on Bakura's form. "Turn it off…" The nurse gasped.
"Ryou…"
"Turn it off!" Ryou sobbed, clenching his hands into fists. He stared down at Bakura still, sobbing weakly. "I… I can't anymore… I c-can't…" The nurses' eyes were wide in shock.
"Ryou… I… I'm not sure you've thought this through-"
"I have!" Ryou glared up at the nurse. "I've thought about it for seven months! I can't wait anymore… All of this stupid hope… I-I love him so much, but I just can't… I can't anymore." He wiped at his eyes.
"Well…" The nurse sat in the other plastic chair. "Ryou… There's a lot of paperwork to fill out, because technically, Bakura isn't brain-dead. And I think there's a waiting period before we can switch it off, because he's only in a deep coma, not actually on ventilation per say…" Ryou sniffed.
"How long?" He whispered. "H-How long before it can be switched off?" Deep, deep down, though, Ryou knew that he never, ever wanted to switch off the life support and let Bakura go.
"About a month… Three weeks, maybe." The nurse said softly. Ryou burst into tears.
The pair were getting ready for bed when it started.
Ryou hadn't even started to undress, when Malik, who was as fully clothed as he was, pounced, capturing Ryou's soft mouth in a kiss. The whitenette gasped, as the force of the tackle pushed him onto the bed, Malik crawling over him on all fours.
"Malik." Ryou gasped for air as the Egyptian released his lips. He opened his chocolate eyes, staring into the wide orbs of lavender an inch from his. The whitenette blinked, his fingers entwined in Malik's shaggy hair. He felt Malik's hands on his lower back, under his shirt, supporting him, keeping him upright.
"Hm?" Malik only kissed Ryou on the jaw, softly, starting to work his way down Ryou's throat. The whitenette arched his neck and moaned, closing his eyes. His fingers curled tighter in Malik's hair, and he was panting softly. Malik chuckled, and bit Ryou softly in the juncture of his neck. Ryou yelped, his eyes flying open. Lavender eyes were in front of his face, glittering teasingly.
"M-Malik, I-" The teenager gasped as Malik gently pushed him onto his back, his head resting against the soft pillows. "Oh…" He sighed as Malik's hands moved to his stomach, the Egyptian kissing his neck. "I…"
"Shhh…" Malik whispered, lifting his head to look Ryou in the eye. He gently brushed a silver lock of hair out of Ryou's eyes, before kissing the younger teenager again. Ryou moaned gently as Malik slid his tongue between his lips, gently cupping his soft jawbone. Ryou sank, lax into the mattress. He still felt that this was wrong- Bakura wasn't dead! He was still alive, there was still a chance… No there's not... Get over it, Ryou, and take what you can get.
But... I'm still not ready. Ryou moaned, his head spinning. He didn't feel ready to love again, not after Bakura. He didn't think he would ever love again, and here Malik was, sticking his tongue down his throat. But it felt so good… Ryou arched his back slightly, Malik straddling his waist as he deepened the kiss. Ryou responded, curling his tongue around Maliks'. His hands slid through the Egyptians sandy locks, and linked his arms around his neck. The pair continued to kiss, breaking apart every few moments to gasp for air.
Ryou's breath hitched in his throat as Malik grabbed the top button of his shirt, and slid the small piece of plastic through the button hole. He raised his eyes up to the Egyptian, unsure. Malik broke away from the kiss, and started on the second button of Ryou's shirt.
"Malik…" Ryou breathed lightly. "I-I don't think I'm…" The whitenette gasped as Malik crushed lips with him again, moaning into the blonde's mouth. Malik continued to fiddle with the buttons on Ryou's shirt, gently caressing the younger teens' mouth with his tongue. Ryou's heart was thudding in his chest from pure nerves, but he returned the kiss. He'd completely forgotten what it had felt like to be touched and kissed the way Malik was kissing him right now. The Egyptian undid the last button on Ryou's shirt, and the whitenette obediently lowered his arms, shrugging out of the shirt. The whitenette gasped as Malik deepened the kiss even further, running his hands over Ryou's chest and stomach. Ryou gasped, and moaned softly, arching his neck. Malik continued to run his hands over Ryou's skin, inwardly overjoyed with himself. He was making out with a half-naked Ryou, who showed no intentions of slowing down just yet. Malik gulped, and grabbed at the hem of his shirt. He started to pull it off, breaking lips with Ryou to yank the shirt over his head.
Ryou leaned into the pillows, his hands resting on Malik's hips. The Egyptian tossed the black shirt over the side of the bed, and leaned over, staring down at Ryou's eyes. The whitenette sighed softly as Malik palmed the side of his face, closing his eyes. Malik leaned down, kissing Ryou on the lips once more. Ryou returned the kiss, sliding his hands up Malik's back. The Egyptian closed his eyes, sliding his hands down Ryou's sides, until they were at the top of his jeans. The whitenette's breath hitched, and he bit down on Malik's lip in surprise. The blonde hissed, but held his ground, his fingers fumbling at the button of Ryou's jeans.
"M-Malik…" Ryou whispered softly as he ducked his head, breaking away from the kiss. "P-Please, I-I'm not ready for this just yet-"
"Ryou." Malik released one of his hands from Ryou's pants, and grabbed his chin. "You're not going to get anymore ready than this. It's been seven months." Ryou opened his mouth to respond, but Malik seized his mouth in a kiss before he could reply. Ryou gasped, and closed his eyes.
"Malik…" He whispered gently, feeling his jeans slide down his thighs. "Please, I-I really don't think I'm ready…" His words were lost as Malik pulled down his own pants, lying fully on top of the teenager. Ryou was… Scared, as the Egyptian hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Ryou's jeans. He did want it… Partly. The guilt ripped through him, but Ryou lay motionless, afraid to retaliate against Malik, afraid to make him angry.
"You're so beautiful." Malik purred, lying on Ryou's stomach. His legs were on both sides of Ryou, his hands on the whitenette's chest. Both were naked, and Ryou gritted his teeth, feeling the Egyptians arousal between his legs.
"Malik…" Ryou whispered, placing his hands on Malik's face. "I… I don't think I can… Bakura…" Malik groaned, and rested his forehead on Ryou's.
"Look." He sighed. "You've accepted Bakura is going to die… You agreed to switch off the life support and everything." Ryou sighed. "Are you scared? I swear I'll be gentle." Ryou shook his head. "No?"
"It's not that, Malik." Ryou sighed softly. "It's Bakura… I-It just doesn't feel right…" Malik groaned in exasperation.
"Ryou." He muttered. "Please. I know you're upset, but you're going to be so happy, don't you realize? I only want to make you happy. A-And this is going to make you happy, I swear." He leaned down, kissing Ryou again. The whitenette gasped, and bit on his lower lip as Malik broke apart. The Egyptian looked down at Ryou silently for a moment, before getting up on all fours, and crawling over to Bakura's bedside table. The only light in the room came from a table lamp, filling the room with a soft, sensual glow. Malik rifled through the drawer, despite a soft squeak of protest from Ryou, until he found the bottle of lubricant. It's probably expired by now... Oh well, it'll still do the job.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Ryou sat up, and stared at Malik, wide-eyed. The Egyptian shut the drawer, and dropped the bottle of lubricant onto the bed. Ryou licked his lips nervously, and gasped when Malik grabbed his forearms, pushing him onto the bed.
"Shhh…" Malik whispered, straddling Ryou's waist once more. Ryou opened his mouth to protest, but Malik shut him out by kissing him firmly on the lips. Ryou gasped, his slender form shaking. Malik's hands were running across his chest, and down his stomach, his thighs…
Ryou's eyes shot open, and he yelped as Malik's fingers brushed his length. He swallowed deeply, his mouth still being ravaged by Malik's tongue and lips. The blonde chuckled, starting to massage the erogenous area. Ryou moaned softly, allowing a shudder to pass through his thin frame. It felt so good… Malik smiled, and shifted his hand to Ryou's hip before the whitenette exploded too soon. Ryou whined softly, gently pulling himself free from Malik's lips and looking into those wide lavender eyes. Both of the teens had been thrown haphazardly across the large bed, nearly every inch of their skin touching.
"M-Malik…" Ryou gasped. He tried to think rationally, but his mind felt as though it had been wrapped in a thick, fuzzy blanket. "I-I d-don't think-"
"Shh…" Malik silenced Ryou with a kiss before he could protest. "Just lie back and relax, Ryou." He murmured, their noses touching. Ryou swallowed, and closed his eyes. Malik reached for the bottle of lubricant above Ryou's head, the movement shifting his hips a little. Ryou arched his neck and moaned as their arousals were crushed together, panting softly. Malik's fingers closed around the small white bottle, and he sat up a little. Ryou's eyes were wide as Malik unscrewed the cap on the bottle, pouring a goodly amount of liquid on three of his fingers. Ryou's heart was thudding painfully in his chest as the Egyptian evenly spread the liquid over those three fingers, and he squeaked as Malik grabbed his ankles.
"M-Malik…." He stuttered, shaking as the blonde placed Ryou's ankles on his shoulders, leaning forward slightly. Ryou closed his eyes, biting hard on his lower lip.
"It's okay…" Malik whispered, his free hand brushing a lock of hair out of Ryou's eyes. Slowly, keeping his lavender orbs' locked with Ryou's, Malik started to slide a lubricated finger inside Ryou's tight passage.
"OW!" Ryou yelped, arching his back. "N-No, M-Malik, stop, that hurts…" He winced as Malik pressed his finger deeper inside of Ryou's sexy ass, blinking back tears.
"Hey…" Malik murmured. "It's okay, Ryou. You haven't slept with anyone in a long time, is all." He continued, a second finger probing Ryou's entrance. Ryou hissed, his hands digging into the blankets. "Just, relax, it's gonna be okay." Ryou moaned, shaking his head slightly. Malik bit his lip, but buried his fingers further inside Ryou's tight passage. He started searching for the sensitive bundle of nerves, gently scissoring his fingers.
"No!" Ryou protested, tears welling in his eyes. "Please, Malik, it hurts too much…" The whitenette looked up at Malik, but the blonde kept his calm expression.
"It's okay, Ryou." He said softly, trying to distract the teenager. He slowly inserted the third finger, Ryou crying out in pain. "Hey, hey…" He whispered, smoothing Ryou's hair with his free hand. "It's okay. It's okay. It's not gonna hurt for too much longer, I swear." Ryou whimpered. He wanted nothing more than Malik to stop his intrusion. Malik dug his three fingers even deeper into Ryou's tight passage, pressing his lips together. Where was it…
Ryou arched his back and moaned as Malik finally managed to find the sweet spot he had been searching for. He shivered, sweat starting to break out on his forehead. Malik smirked softly, starting to gently massage the bundle of nerves. Ryou moaned again, going lax into the mattress. He melted, his arms stretched out above his head, fisting the blankets. Ryou drew his knees up a little, bending his legs. Malik finally withdrew his now-dry fingers from Ryou's tight ass, placing his hands on the mattress on either side of Ryou's head. The whitenette looked up into Malik's eyes, his brown orbs hazy and unfocused.
Malik kissed Ryou again, roughly, and laced with passion. He grabbed the bottle of lubricant again, tipping out the remainder onto his palm. The blonde bit forced back a moan as he started to rub the lubricant onto his arousal, kissing Ryou harder. The whitenette moaned into the choking kiss, closing his eyes. Malik sighed deeply, cupping Ryou's soft, rounded jawbone with his hands and grinding his hips into the pale teenagers'.
All coherent thoughts of Ryou's flew right out the window as Malik kissed him. He'd completely forgotten how good sex had felt. In fact, he'd even forgotten what those feelings racing through him were like. Malik felt Ryou shiver beneath him, and gasped for air as he broke away from the kiss. Malik slid his hands down from Ryou's face, caressing his shoulders, his chest, his stomach and hips. Ryou gasped, and tightened his legs, which at this point were around Malik's waist. The Egyptian raised himself a little, placing his hands on Ryou's rear so he could spread those soft round cheeks a little. Malik positioned himself at Ryou's entrance, and the whitenette gasped as he felt the tip of Malik's length press just inside him, twisting his fingers in the duvet. Malik gasped, shifting his hands to Ryou's hips. Ryou arched his back and moaned, the old, familiar pain crackling up his spine. Malik bit his lip as he pushed himself deeper inside of Ryou, the whitenette writhing and panting beneath him.
Ryou moaned, his fingers tangling in Malik's hair as he continued to bury himself painfully in Ryou's tight heat. It hurt, but at the same time, it felt so good… Ryou arched his neck, unwittingly inviting Malik to nibble on the soft, sensitive skin. The Egyptian did so, biting his lip on the juncture of his throat. Ryou cried out, a sound which turned into a fresh moan as Malik pushed himself further inside of Ryou, until he was finally buried to the hilt. Malik kissed along Ryou's throat until he found the pale teens lips. He roughly pushed his tongue past those soft, rose lips, and withdrew himself a little from Ryou's tight heat. The whitenette screamed as Malik thrust himself inside him, arching his neck. The caramel-coloured teen bit his lip, but repeated the motion, his hands pressing down on Ryou's hips, pinning him to the bed.
He was gentler this time, pressing his throbbing member inside of Ryou, but it still hurt. The teenager yelped inside Malik's mouth, their tongues entwined. Ryou was unused to this physical contact, after months of no sex, and he felt awkward, slightly. His nails dug into the tattooed skin on Malik's back, and he yelped as Malik thrust inside him again, moaning into Ryou's mouth. The blonde kept the pace slow, and soft, adjusting himself to Ryou's tight, sensitive passage. Ryou panted, detaching his lips from Maliks to take huge, heaving gulps of air. He stared into Maliks lavender eyes, which were clouded in lust. Ryou's lips were parted, and his breath hitched as Malik slammed into again, harder this time. His eyes were clenched shut, and he opened them a moment later, tightening his legs around Malik's lean waist. The blonde groaned as Ryou dragged his nails across his back, blood clinging to his pale, but sharp, nails.
"F-Fuck." Malik swore, working himself into a rhythm, thrusting inside Ryou. His hands tightened on Ryou's bony hips, gritting his teeth as his chest rubbed against Ryou's with each push. Ryou's back was arched, his arms and legs tight around Malik. The blonde ground himself into Ryou's arousal with each thrust, and each time he did, Ryou was pushed closer, and closer to the edge. Malik roughly kissed Ryou again and again, breaking apart every few seconds for air. Ryou moaned every time Malik drove his shaft inside of him, pleasuring that sweet spot hidden deep inside his tight heat.
Malik moaned, and started to speed his motions, thrusting inside Ryou faster. He so needed to take Ryou fast and hard… Ryou yelped, panting and writhing as Malik drove himself inside the whitenette harder with each thrust. His fingers were woven into Malik's hair, and he arched his neck further. Malik kissed and bit on the skin without hesitation, groaning every time he crushed himself against Ryou. The pale teenager whined, dangerously close to going over the edge. He bit his lip, drawing a little blood, tightening his hands in Maliks hair so hard, his scalp was yanked. Malik hissed, and realizing how close Ryou was, he grabbed Ryou's hips, his breathing harsh and ragged as he slammed into Ryou, over and over with a rough, animalistic rate.
Ryou actually ripped out a few strands of Malik's hair as he came. He screamed, every muscle in his body going rigid as he exploded in pleasure. The wave of ecstasy swept up his torso and arms, and down his toes, but was strongest at his middle. Ryou felt dizzy as he experienced his orgasm, coating his and Malik's stomach with semen. Ryou moaned, his voice hoarse as he slumped into the mattress, lax. Malik was still thrusting inside of Ryou as hard as he could, and hearing Ryou scream, and feeling his already hot, tight passage become even hotter and tighter around his arousal was too much. Malik slumped into Ryou as he orgasmed, burying his head in whitenette's shoulder, slick with sweat. Ryou's arms and legs slid from Malik, and onto the mattress, his chest heaving as he panted. Malik's hands were still on Ryou's hips, and they clenched even tighter on the bones as he exploded, filling Ryou's abused passage with his fluids. Ryou moaned as the sensation started to fade, and the unpleasant burning sensation in his rear flared up. Malik bit his lip, withdrawing himself from Ryou, and weakly wrapping his arms around Ryou's neck.
"F-Fuck." He repeated in a soft mumble, his head spinning. "Th-That was…" Amazing. Everything I thought it would be, and better. I am so lucky… Ryou sighed, his entire form trembling beneath Malik.
"Mmmm…" He moaned, closing his eyes. He felt so exhausted… Ryou nuzzled the mattress softly, already drifting off into sleep.
"Do you always go straight to sleep after sex?" Malik murmured, perched on Ryou's chest. He looked into those soft brown eyes, which were only half open, and the teenager groaned.
"Tired." Ryou mumbled, sniffing gently. Malik smiled slightly, and rolled off of Ryou. He lay lax in the mattress for a moment, before he was able gain enough strength to sit up. He crawled over to the head of the bed, and pulled back the blankets, although he was still flushed and sweaty.
"Come on, Ryou…" He sighed, looking over at the teen. Ryou moaned, burying his head into the mattress. Malik sighed again, and crawled back over to the whitenette. He practically dragged Ryou back up to the head of the bed, the teenager almost asleep. Malik chuckled as he tucked Ryou under the blankets. He slid between the sheets himself, holding the slender body close to him. A tanned arm reached out, and snapped off the lamp on the bedside table, bathing the room in darkness.
"I love you, Ryou." Malik whispered softly, his chin on top of Ryou's head. Ryou moaned softly, snuggling into the warm body clutching him close. The whitenette was already in a slumber, blissfully unaware of what he had just done.
He had no idea how guilty he would feel when he woke up.
Hehehehehehe... Lemon! Been a while since I wrote one of those muahaha.
R&R!