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FOUR ROUNDS

FOURTH ROUND GONE WRONG: PROVOCATION

By Yami Yugi's RPG Group

Ryuno said nothing, just lay there and enjoyed the feel of the water running down his skin, the warmth of Malik's body, the dull background sensation of being aroused for the third time that day. He wondered about things - what did Malik think of him? The boy certainly had changed his attitude. What did he think of Malik? Was either of them going to want to see each other in the long run? ...Well, it didn't really matter, none of it did. Ryuno generally just went with the flow of things, until said flow pissed him off - and then he beat the crap out of it.

"Mmmm... Malik?" the redhead asked, shifting to rub his cheek against the smaller boy's chest. "Let me know when you're ready to get out. We're using up all the hot water."

Malik sighed, not too crazy about being snapped out of this magic moment and having to deal with reality. "I'm ready," he answered, not too happily. Slowly disentangling himself from Ryuno he stood up and grabbed a towel, drying himself. He didn't want to bother with any clothes for now, since it was past his bedtime. He turned to Ryuno. "I'm hungry," he said, "I mean really hungry. How about you?"

"I just ate," Ryuno reminded him, resigning himself to the idea that his lingering erection would have to give up its cause. "But yeah. I could go for something solid." Following the blond's lead, Ryuno got out of the shower and took a towel from the rack - after all that sex, he figured he was entitled to use one. "You got anything in mind?" he asked, his voice muffled as he scrubbed his messy hair dry.

Malik made his way to the fridge and took an eight-inch sausage. Holding it up, his eyes started to challenge Ryuno again. "How about this?"

Ryuno raised an eyebrow as he stopped to lean in the kitchen doorway, his towel draped loosely over one arm. "What about it?" he asked, grinning. "If you'd like some phallic meat, why settle for that when you've got me?" He extended both arms, baring everything with a smirk, then shrugged. "But if you're actually hungry, that sounds good. I like big, hot, juicy sausages... in case you hadn't noticed."

"I am hungry and I love sausages," Malik answered, his eyes this time extending an invitation to Ryuno. He just popped the sausage in the microwave and set the cooking time for the meat to cook thoroughly. He then approached Ryuno, rubbing himself tantalizingly against the other, taking his hands and guiding them to his bare buttocks. When he heard the beep of the microwave, he turned to get the cooked sausage, closing his hand around it. He wouldn't need any fork or knife for this one as he started planning his move. Turning to face Ryuno, he started by biting the skin off one end, a little bit of the meaty juice getting into his lips. He ran his tongue along the upper lip, trying to lick the juices off, his eyes never leaving Ryuno's. Then, taking one end of the sausage between his teeth, he approached Ryuno and brought the other end next to his lips, inviting him to partake of the treat.

Ryuno purred, accepting the sausage as he pulled Malik closer, clasping his hands in the small of the boy's back. He sucked on his end of the meat, tearing the skin as Malik had done and letting the warm juice leak over his tongue. "Mmmmm..." he sighed, batting his eyelashes at Malik. He wondered what the other boy would think of bondage - he'd look incredible in leather, though it might be a shame to gag him. With a smirk, the redhead took a large bite of the sausage and wiggled his eyebrows naughtily.

Malik's lips closed around the sausage, his head moving forward to take a major part of it in and as his head moved back to withdraw, he bit his portion off, holding the sausage again with his hand as he chewed on the meat, his tongue running once again along his lips to lick any remaining juices off. As soon as he swallowed his portion, he opened his mouth and gave the sausage a squeeze, the juices spurting out and into their target. Squeezing it again, more juice came out, but landed on the sides of his mouth. "Well?" he asked Ryuno, "aren't you going to help me clean this mess up?"

"Maybe." Ryuno pulled Malik close, claiming the boy's lips in a fierce kiss. Then his lips and tongue began the work of washing the other's face, sometimes licking, sometimes inflicting light, painless nips. Some of the juice had dribbled down Malik's chin, and Ryuno followed its trail onto the boy's chest, where he once again proceeded to amuse himself with one of the nipples. His hands took hold of Malik's smooth-skinned hips, preventing his escape.

Matching Ryuno in ferocity, Malik returned the kiss, his hunger turning twofold into a hunger for food and another kind of hunger, one that was being satisfied by Ryuno's tongue lapping up any of the remaining juices around his mouth and chin. When Ryuno's tongue went to his nipples, Malik threw his head back, his own upper body bending back in response. The action brought his reawakened flesh against Ryuno's own aroused one, his leg bending up to hook itself around Ryuno's. Continuing to work on the sausage, he brought it once again to his mouth, his lips closing around it and his hand bringing almost all of it inside his mouth, his tongue moving around it, before he pulled it slowly out, once again biting into a portion as he withdrew it. His hips started to move, his leg that was hooked around Ryuno's now making small movements up and down like a pump, working together with his hips, his back and Ryuno's hands, which prevented him from getting away.

Ryuno chuckled breathily, grinning around Malik's firm nipple as his fingers applied gentle pressure to the boy's rear. "Like it?" he asked teasingly, worrying the little nub of flesh between his teeth, circling it with his tongue before moving to the other. "If I bit you again... I wonder, would you get violent with me?" he murmured contemplatively, pulling at the nipple carefully with his teeth and lips. "I think I might like that..." His eyes sparkled up at Malik, full of mischief and playful challenge.

"Just try it if you dare," Malik challenged, eyes flashing a warning once again. A hand went to Ryuno's hair, giving it a vicious pull. "I don't like people hurting me," he hissed, giving Ryuno a little sample of what would happen if he tried to inflict pain on him.

Ryuno's own hand snapped up, locking around Malik's wrist, his thumb pressing firmly against the tendons - a move which, though simple, effectively broke almost any grip. "And I don't like people who can't take a joke," he returned, his voice flat and suddenly very cold. It looked as if circumstances might repeat themselves - Malik had, it seemed, great difficulty in giving a simple verbal refusal. "I wouldn't do that again if I were you," the redhead said simply, bringing Malik's hand down to chest level.

Malik let go of the sausage and swung his hand, connecting with Ryuno's cheek in a hard slap. "Don't you ever hurt me again!" he said vehemently, not too happy with the grip on his wrist.

Ryuno's eyes watered with the force of the slap - his cheek felt like it was on fire. He caught Malik's other hand the same way, pushing the smaller boy up against a wall with a low growl. "Dammit," he spat, the faint salt taste of blood from his lip not improving his temper. "What's your problem?! You think you can just slap me around whenever you want?" Ryuno stared hard at Malik for a moment, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. Then he roughly released the boy, spinning on his heel and heading for the bedroom to get his clothes. "I'm leaving - otherwise one of us is going to really be hurt."

"So you're just leaving like that? What do you think I am, your slut for the night?" Malik raised his voice, making his way towards the bedroom. "You come here and start forcing yourself on me, then once I submit, you leave just like that? I am not your whore!" He pounced on Ryuno, bringing both of them on the bed once again, with Malik on top. "I am not your whore!" he continued, raising his voice as he tried to keep Ryuno down.

Ryuno's eyes flashed as he thrashed, attempting to dislodge Malik - although the boy was smaller, he was determined and persistent. "Get off me!" he snarled, fighting to keep from striking out with his full strength - he knew he could hurt Malik if he wasn't careful, he'd seen too many brawls not to have developed a fighting instinct. "Do you want me to force you again? Do you?! Because you either get off me now, or I won't play nice next time!"

"I'd like to see you try, you bastard!" Malik countered, challenging Ryuno with his anger.

With a burst of strength, Ryuno pushed himself violently up from the bed, bucking Malik off himself in the same movement; as he turned there was a loud crunch, and the redhead swore - he'd stepped on his sunglasses. "That's just one more thing you'll pay for," he hissed, spinning to catch Malik's arm in his left hand.

"I didn't step on them, whoreson!" Malik hissed back, trying to wrench his hand free from Ryuno's grip. He brought a leg up, trying to kick the other between the legs, but never completed the move as he felt his arm pulled down and his body moving towards the bed.

Ryuno knew how to fight, and he knew how to fight dirty. He didn't even have to think to feel Malik's balance offset slightly as he pulled the boy's arm downward, twisting to prevent retaliation. He gave the smaller blond a rough shove, slamming him to the bed and pressing his knee cruelly into the boy's lower back.

Malik cried out in pain as he felt his arm being twisted behind him. The next thing he felt was his face hitting the bed and something heavy pushing into his lower back. "NO!" he screamed as continued to struggle against the weight that was holding him down. "Get away from me!"

"This time, I'm not giving you a chance to slap me," Ryuno sneered, reaching down to twist the sheets into a strong cord, one suitable for tying wrists together.

"GO TO HELL, BASTARD!" Malik screamed, trying to push himself up with one hand, but unable to from the pain any movement caused his other arm that was twisted behind him. His free hand clenched upon realizing that his efforts were futile. Frustration turned to terror, however, as he felt a hand clamp on the wrist of his free arm, bringing it behind him. He could hear the rustle of fabric and could only speculate as to what was going to happen next.

Ryuno bound Malik's hands tightly, holding them extended past the boy's head to tie his wrists to the nearest bedpost. He could see that the cloth would likely be cutting into Malik's skin, but he was too angry to care - he'd tried to be decent, tried to walk away and let things cool down. If Malik preferred things like this, fine.

Once the younger boy was secured, Ryuno - still pinning his unwilling victim to the bed, in case he tried another kick - quickly reached down and retrieved the belt he'd dropped at the foot of the bed earlier. Snapping it tight, feeling the smooth leather and the cool curves of the buckle, he smirked. "You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into, Malik," the redheaded boy whispered, stepping back.

"How's this for pain?" He smiled, bringing the buckle end of the belt down hard across Malik's defenseless behind.

Malik screamed, his fists clenching and unclenching as they struggled against the restraints when he felt the pain of the metal buckle hitting his flesh. He knew that Ryuno had drawn blood in this situation as he felt the sting of the metal dragging and tearing into his skin, followed by a cool trickle along his glutes. "NOOOOOOO!!!! Ryuno, please don't do this!" he cried out, the pain unbearable as he continued to resist. Had it been the leather part of the belt, he would have withstood it. Biting his lower lip, he waited for the next blow, wondering if he would be able to take even more than one hit.

"Let this be a lesson to you - my warnings are NOT to be taken lightly." Ryuno swung the belt a second time,
aiming a bit lower now - the buckle left a fresh mark across Malik's thighs.

"NOOOOO!!!!" Malik continued to scream from the excruciating pain that followed as he felt the buckle drag and tear the skin of his thighs. He pulled against the restraints, trying desperately to get away, but to no avail. "Please..." his voice was faint now, "Stop..."

"You should have let me leave - I might have come back. But now I don't think you'll want me to." A third blow, higher this time.

Though Malik tried to keep himself from screaming, he did, as he felt the third blow and felt his skin tearing again. His wrists were starting to hurt from being bound too tightly, and his own body was starting to weaken from the trauma of the blows, the stress and the pain.

Ryuno paused for a moment, running his forefinger along the curves of Malik's body. "Does it hurt?" he asked coldly, tracing the bloody path of destruction with no kindness in his touch. "Good."

Malik could not even answer Ryuno's question. He felt the trickle of blood from the side of his mouth where he bit his lower lip to stop himself from screaming. His breathing was labored, and he no longer wanted to fight. His body started to go limp as he gave in, letting everything go black as he finally passed out.