Warning: Lemon Chapter

Chapter 13 Malik

It wasn't that Malik didn't enjoy the sexual games. He did, greatly. Marik was a brilliant lover and knew how to balance force and foreplay with equal skill.

But it would be nice if he didn't do it in public. Or so often. Or so loudly.

"I know you wanna come, baby," Marik teased verbally, as his fingers taunted Malik's nipples. "Just say it."

They were leaning against the bus window, Malik more or less in Marik's lap. Malik's pants were pulled down to his knees; his shirt lifted up to his armpits. Marik's hands alternated between pulling and squeezing Malik's over-sensitive nipples and softly brushing Malik's throbbing cock through his underwear.

Malik could hardly speak, much less confess his need.

"You're like a girl, you know that?" Marik chuckled. "Girls come when you play with their tits. Just tell me you wanna shoot the wad, and I'll let you. You make me keep going, I'm gonna make you scream."

Malik gasped. Marik could make him scream. He'd done it before, teasing relentlessly until Malik literally had no control of his body. The ensuing orgasm had left him shaking and unable to move for half an hour.

"Please," Malik found his voice somewhere. "Please let me come."

"Hmmm. I don't know." Marik ran one finger across the wet spot on Malik's shorts. "Will it be a lot?"

"Yes!" Malik gasped. "Please. You can do anything you want to me."

"I wanna fuck you."

"Ra!" Malik moaned. "Yes!"

"I wanna sink my cock up that tight ass of yours," Marik growled. "You gonna come when I do it?"

"Yes! Yes, please fuck me."

"I don't know." Marik tormented Malik. "I kinda wanna see you come from just your tits. But I wanna fuck you too." Marik twisted Malik's nipples again. They were diamond hard and probably red from Marik's abuse, but even the faintest touch sent bolts of pleasure to Malik's cock as if the two buds were not only wired to transmit every sensation, but also to amplify it.

Malik writhed in mixed pain and ecstasy. "By Ra, let me come! I'm at my limit!"

"Yeah, I know, but if you blow it now, you might not blow it again when I fuck you, right?"

"Marik, Ra!" Malik could not understand how Marik's fingers could cause such massive waves of pleasure. "I will, I will! Please release me! Then fuck me, my beloved, fuck me!"

"Careful. Yugi might hear you." Marik nipped Malik's ear even as his fingertips began rubbing and tweaking Malik's buds in just the right way.

Marik's voice became a warm ocean wave that lulled and yet inflamed. Malik heard himself moan again, but it seemed distant. All he could feel was his lover's hands by turns squeezing and caressing, the constant delightful tingling moving down his body, and the pressure - the ache - in his balls.

And also, under him, throbbing against his ass, his lover's hard shaft waiting. Soon it would be throbbing inside himself. Yugi would certainly hear him then.

Author's End Note:

Standard reviews welcome. Even if you don't feel comfortable commenting, I would deeply appreciate a ":-)", ":-l", or ":-(". I feel a bit alone on this one. From the stage, the lights are blinding and you don't know if anyone is watching if the audience is silent. Let me know you're out there, please. Thank You. SJ