Mew: Sorry, no porn for you guys. I don't want this removed. That would suck donkey balls. Instead, you get a little side story of Marik "discovering" himself. It won't take long, I promise. It'll also be told in third person, because 1) Ryou can't exactly describe Marik's feelings during this, 2) it works well for describing things in your own words, and 3) I felt like it.

Draiku: BORRRRRING. I want my man-on-man buttsex.

Mew: -sighs- Then look it up on Google. Anyway, readers, enjoy. Marik's a freshie in this, so beware. –ominous music-

Draiku: -runs off-

Disclaimer: Mew Draiku, sadly, does not own Yu-Gi-Oh. She'd be rich by now if she did. For serious.

Badass Boyfriend

Chapter 36: Marik's Discover Pt. 1

General POV/Third Person Omniscient

Marik was your average high school freshman, new from one of the several middle schools in town. He wore jeans, T-shirts with some sort of print on it, and ratty sneakers. He carried a backpack, ate the school lunch, and hung out with his friends. Today, he was eating lunch across from a group of girls.

"Damn," one of his friends murmured, glancing over at the girls. "Look at Celia's ass. I'd tap that." Marik took a peek, then looked back to his tray. What was the big deal about a girl's butt? It was just like any other person's butt—well, any other guy butt, at least. Maybe a little rounder and less flat, but it was still a butt. And of course their butts were wider—they had to be, in order to properly carry babies. It was basic anatomy that you learned in seventh grade health class.

"Ew, Celia? Dude, you can do better. Amanda has the best ass out there—I would know," Fred bragged. Everyone knew that he and Amanda had had sex in eighth grade. It was old news, but Fred still made a big deal out of it, even though he wasn't dating her anymore.

"How was she, then?" Jamal asked. Fred motioned for Jamal to stick out a finger. He gripped it tightly.

"Like that," he said. "Totally virgin. It was awesome." Everyone around Marik laughed.

"Did you fuck her again?" Kevin said curiously. Fred grinned.

"Kev, you know me. I'm like a fucking jackrabbit who's been using aphrodisiac. I do it once, I do it again, and again, and again," he said. "She was a total slut anyway—no matter what was going on, if I asked for some pussy, I got it."

"So she's like this now?" Kevin said, and used both of his hands to circle Fred's finger. Everyone cracked up, and Marik chuckled a little.

"Most likely!" Fred said loudly. "She could probably fit both her fists in there!" Everyone in the lunchroom glanced at them, some disgusted, most just a bit annoyed. Marik sighed, feeling embarrassed. Whenever they talked about sex he always felt uncomfortable.

"What about you, Marik?" Jamal asked, looking to him. Marik blinked. "Who do you wanna bang?"

"Um…" he glanced around the lunchroom and picked out the girl with the biggest boobs. "Bella, probably," he said. She had a size DD bra, apparently, but she was quite skinny. Not anorexic, just at a good weight. She wasn't that bad-looking, either.

"Aw, Marik! I always knew you'd go for big tits," Fred said. "Of course, I would, too. Would you tit-fuck her?" Marik plastered a false grin on his face.

"Hell yes!" he said. "Then I'd…I'd have her suck my cock, and then do her doggy-style." Jamal high-fived him.

"You should totally ask her out."

"I should, shouldn't I?" Marik wondered aloud. He watched her walking out of the lunchroom, and got up. His friends cheered him on as he followed her.

"Hi, Bella," he said, catching up to her. "What's up?" She smiled, blushing a tiny bit.

"Nothing much. I'm just putting this textbook away," she replied.

"Here, let me get that," he said, and she handed it to him with a thanks. The truth was, Marik just wanted to see what it was like to kiss a girl, or hold one in his arms. He'd never done either thing with anyone before, and it would be nice to see how dating was.

"So how are you doing?" Bella asked.

"Pretty good, pretty good," he said, nodding. He paused a moment. "Um, this is going to sound really weird, and it's my first time asking anyone, but will you go out with me?" She looked to him, shocked. He blushed, scratching the back of his head nervously. Why am I doing this again? he thought to himself. He felt so awkward and out-of-place.

"You…like me?" she asked. He nodded, and she blushed. "Um, um, yes! I will!" Marik looked up and grinned.

"Really??" he said, surprised that she'd agreed. She nodded briskly. "G-great!" Gently, Bella moved closer to Marik and hugged him tenderly. He hugged her back with a smile, but winced a bit. Her breasts were pressing against his chest. It felt uncomfortable to Marik, like there was an obtrusion preventing him from holding her. That, and the thought of them rubbing up against him was just a turn off.

Why can't they be smaller? he thought desperately. He mentally sighed, forcing the thought away. He'd just have to get used to it.

After a few days of dating, a new kid from some other school arrived. He looked similar to Marik—he had the same tanned skin and light blond hair. His eyes, though, were truly amazing—they were a light violet color. Marik was actually quite envious of them, since his eyes were a dull blue color. He wanted those violet eyes for himself.

The new kid hung out mostly with Ryou, some girly boy with long white hair and pale skin. Well, he didn't really act girly—he just looked girly. When Marik first saw him, he was unsure of his gender. Then he saw his shorts fall during PE class, and it was decided that Ryou was definitely male.

Marik dated Bella for a few months, then they decided that they were ready to have sex. In all honesty, though, Marik was taking the advice of his friends ("Yeah, man! Go for it! I heard that she's virgin, so she'll be nice and tight for ya!"). The actual thought of having sex with her was quite…disturbing, really.

So they tried it out one night, at her place. Her parents weren't home, and they would be gone for hours. They had until midnight to get in bed, have sex, get out of bed, take a shower, and clear the evidence. It was six—there would be plenty of time.

There was just one problem.

"Oh, yes," Bella murmured softly as Marik kissed her jaw and removed her bra. He threw the undergarments aside, and gently took her breasts in his hands. She groaned quietly, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck.

Marik frowned a little. He didn't feel turned on at all. Not even tingly. Even though he was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, he wasn't getting hard. He brushed it off, dismissing it as normal. It was his first time, after all.

Now that he thought about it, he'd never really gotten hard whenever he accidentally came across a porn site on the internet. Whenever he was hanging out with his friends after school, and watching a porn movie, he'd never gotten an erection. Not once. He did have wet dreams and all, but he could never remember what they were about.

"Marik," Bella said. "Why are you stopping?"

"Oh, sorry," he quickly replied.

"Just keep going. That feels so good," she whispered. He nodded and stroked her chest all over, and finally moved his hands lower, into her pants. His stomach did several flips, one pirouette, and the splits. He cringed a bit as he stroked her "down there."

"Um," he muttered, trying his hardest to mask the disgust in his tone, "maybe we shouldn't be doing this." She frowned.

"But Marik, we've been dating for months! Of course we should," she said. "Those two juniors, Samantha and Demitri, did it after one month. We've been dating for three."

"I know, but…"

"Marik, please," she whispered. He nodded, giving in, and removed her jeans, then her panties.

Still, he wasn't hard.

"Marik," she said, "take off your clothes, too." He nodded, pulling off his shirt, then his pants and boxers. She frowned. "Shouldn't you be hard by now?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "This is my first time."

"Oh well, you probably need more physical stuff. Keep going," she said with an understanding smile. Marik nodded again, and began touching her again. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, moaning. He took a peek down at his penis. It wasn't doing a thing! Not even swelling! After a few minutes, Bella noticed as well.

"Okay, wait a minute," she said. "Doesn't this turn you on? You definitely should be all hard by now!"

"I'm sorry!" he quickly said. "Maybe I'm just not ready!"

"Marik, you're like what, fifteen years old? You're a guy—you should be ready by now!" She was clearly angry, and worried. "Dammit."

"I'm really sorry," he said softly, getting off of her and sitting on the corner of the bed. "It just…isn't working." She paused a moment, and shrugged.

"What if I did this?" she asked, taking his dick in her hands and stroking it.

"Yeah…I think that'd work," he replied. She smirked a little, touching his member all over, paying special attention to its head. And it certainly worked, but something was wrong. Marik had his eyes closed, but he wasn't picturing Bella working with his genitals. He was picturing tanned skin, blond hair, violet eyes…

"Wait, wait! Stop!" he cried, pushing away.

"What's wrong??" she quickly asked. He was shaking, his entire body quivering.

"Um…you squeezed too hard," he said, making up a lie.

"Oh—I thought I was being gentle. Sorry," she said. "Want me to try again?" He nodded once, and she got right to work. This time, Marik forced himself to picture Bella in his mind.

That was a mistake.

His stomach lurched, and he quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. There, he vomited in the toilet. Bella came in, wearing a robe.

"What was it this time?" she asked while he rinsed his mouth out in the sink.

"I guess it felt really good," he replied. She stared.

"So every time we do this, you're going to vomit?"

"No, no—it's like sugar. When you first start eating it, you'll throw up after just a bit. Then as you keep eating it, then you'll get used to its effect on your body," he said, hoping that would make sense. She nodded.

"So we should start slow," she said.

"Exactly." He smiled, glad she got the message.

"Alright, we can do that," she said, nodding again, "but I don't want to." His smile faded.

"But…!"

"If we go slow, you'll get all the pleasure! It wouldn't be fair!" she said. "Look, if we don't go all the way tonight, then you should just leave." He sighed.

"Well, alright," he said. "I'll go." She gasped, like she wasn't expecting him to actually agree.

"Fine," she said. "You leave." He nodded, took a fast shower, got dressed, and left.

-

At school the next day, Bella broke up with Marik. "It wasn't working out," she'd said. "We should see other people. But we can still be friends."

Marik was sad, but not exactly crushed. During the three months they'd dated, he'd grown close to her—just not physically. He considered her to be one of his best friends, but not his girlfriend, really. It wasn't a huge loss—they could still be friends, right? She'd even said so. Unless one of her friends told her it would be best to say that, and not ever talk to him again.

"So you tried to fuck, but you had a bad case of limp dick?" Jamal asked during class. Marik nodded with an embarrassed frown.

"Yeah. Then when she gave me a hand job, I threw up," he replied. He didn't want to mention that he had imagined the new boy giving him the hand job instead.

"You probably were moving too quickly," Jamal said. "It just ain't something you were used to yet. Try watching some porno tonight. The kind where the two people are actually in love. It's harder to find, but here's a website." Marik nodded and wrote the address down. After a moment, Jamal spoke up again. "Maybe you're gay." Marik winced.

"No way!" he objected. "I'm totally not gay. I'd never even consider having sex with a guy! It's…it's gross!" Jamal shrugged.

"Just a thought. It'd make sense, though. You wouldn't get hard, then you threw up," he said. "If I was gonna have sex with some dude, I'd probably do the same thing." Marik frowned.

"I can't be," he said. "I've never thought about doing a guy." But at the same time, he'd never really thought about having sex with a girl either.

"Maybe it's subconscious," Jamal suggested.

"I'm not gay at all! Not even part of me is gay! It's impossible, and I don't want to talk about it any more!" Marik said, glaring, and turned away. Jamal shrugged and got back to work.

Marik frowned as he opened his textbook. I'm not lying to myself. I'm not gay. I'm not, he thought, and mentally nodded to himself. It's impossible. I wouldn't ever do a guy, ever. Not once in my life. I wouldn't even consider it.

He got to work, trying his hardest to forget his conversation with Jamal.

-

That night, Marik decided to try looking at some gay porn. It would help him decide if he was gay once and for all.

Sadly, he couldn't decide if he was gay once and for all, because all the websites were blocked. He'd have to use his imagination.

"Alright, who do I think is…erm…good-looking?" he murmured to himself while he sat in bed. Well, he'd imagined that new kid, so he may as well give that a shot. But the problem was, he didn't know the new kid's name. So Marik gave him a name. "Bob" was fitting enough. Yup, Bob would do just fine.

"Okay, Bob. Let's go," Marik said, though the words sounded odd to him. He mentally got in bed with Bob, undressed Bob, had Bob suck on his dick a little, sucked on Bob's dick, and finally fucked Bob in the ass.

Surprisingly, he got hard.

"Oh, god," he whispered, touching himself while he imagined topping Bob. "Yes. Yes. Oh god." He imagined that Bob would be very tight, and very warm. In his mind, Bob came, then in real life, Marik came.

"Oh, Bob!" he cried while he ejaculated. He panted, the sticky fluid dripping on his hand, and slowly opened his eyes. "I'm not gay," he murmured, though he knew that he was totally lying to himself.

That night, he couldn't sleep at all. He was scared that he just might possibly be gay. What would his parents say? More importantly, how would the kids at school treat him?

He didn't have to come out now, though. He could wait. Plus, he wasn't sure that he was gay. There was always the possibility that he wasn't. Tonight, he decided, was just a fluke.

He most definitely wasn't gay. Right?

TBC

Mew: I like this mini-story so much that I'm going to continue it for a few more chapters (hence the title of this chapter). Don't worry, it'll be less than five. I promise. Then we can get back on track with Badass Boyfriend.

Draiku: And to : It's a flashback. Yes. A very long flashback that's highly integral to the plot.

Mew: Yes. That is what it is.

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