This has NC/17 material in it. That means Yaoi, so get lost if you're too young or don't like it! So deal with it or leave~
By the way, Yuu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me, it belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.
A Moment in Time: Chapter One
By Rian Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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"W-what are you doing?!" Ryou asked, his eyes widening. Malik smirked, slipping his violet tank-top off his slim tan shoulders.
"What's it look like," he replied, stretching his upper body in a sensuous manner. He glanced at Ryou with eyes half-closed, smiling. "I'm gonna show you what you've missed." He fiddled with his pants for a brief moment before nearly ripping them off with flourish, allowing Ryou to gape at the sheer size of his erection.
"It... it's huge...!" he whispered, staring without comprehension. And indeed, it was huge. At nearly eight inches long, Malik was the source of much envy in the male population of Domino.
"Now," Malik said seductively, creeping forward to stroke Ryou's cheek, "I'm going to show you exactly what Bakura is afraid to do." Ryou blinked, unsure he had heard correctly, along with the fact that it was rather difficult to think straight when someone was that close to your face.
"Ahh... afraid to... show me...?" He choked out, resisting the urge to lean his face into Malik's hands.
"Oh, yes," Malik purred, one hand stroking Ryou's cheek, the other slipping down to undo the buttons on Ryou's shirt, "afraid. He wants you terribly, but he is frightened of taking you. He is afraid of fucking you, Ryou." Ryou trembled under the feather-light touches, his pale chest goose-pimpling in the sudden open air.
Malik grinned, his purple eyes flashing in delight as he reached down and undid the fastenings on Ryou's pants, finally exposing Ryou's also erect manhood. His eyes widened; Ryou was nearly a good eight inches as well. Not bad.
"Very good," he whispered, leaning forward to flick his tongue over the head of Ryou's member. Ryou let out a strangled whimper, bucking his hips involuntarily at the sensation. Malik chuckled, his breath hot against Ryou's inner thigh, then raised his head to lick Ryou's lips, finally pushing past to play in Ryou's hot mouth. Ryou let out a quiet moan as Malik's fingers crept down to his nipples, flicking and pinching them gently.
"M-Malik," he groaned finally, his hands fumbling forward to intertwine in Malik's golden hair, pushing their heads closer together as he finally began to respond to the kiss, their tongues dueling, locked in a furious battle of dominance. As they kissed, Malik's hands roamed over the Ryou's body, exploring every crevice and fold of the skin; petting, stroking, rubbing... Ryou was nearly insane, going mad with need and desire; Malik was no better.
Malik finally groaned, reaching down with his left hand to grasp Ryou's erection, stroking the shaft, his right rubbing the hardened head.
Ryou gasped, his hands also going down to the Malik's erection, panting with exertion, still unsatisfied. He rubbed and touched with abandon, unable to stop, his breath coming even faster, sweat pouring off both boys in rivulets.
Finally Malik paused, leaning in to kiss Ryou as he reached one hand to the table next to the bed. Ryou was able to see the bottle Malik had in his hand before Malik leaned in again, his tongue flicking against Ryou's nipples madly.
Malik smirked as he licked Ryou's nipples, struggling with the bottle of lubricant until he finally opened the top, the musky scent filling the room. He gently got up from Ryou's body, smiling at the boy below him. "Ryou," he murmured, "relax, love." Ryou blinked, utterly surpised, as Malik carefully massaged his thighs with one hand, the other playing with the lubricant.
Seeing Ryou in such a defenseless position, Malik had a sudden urge to take the other right there, with or without preparation. He resisted, however, gently massaging the lubricant onto Ryou's inner thigh, moving his hand into the crevice below Ryou's cock, massaging with slow, sensuous movements, his lips trembling with anticipation. He knew what was about to happen.
Finally Malik gently pushed one finger inside Ryou, causing the other boy to gasp. "Shh," Malik murmured, slowly pulling his finger out, stretching the tender skin. As Ryou grew more relaxed, Malik added another digit, then another, making Ryou cry out, trembling with pain and pleasure. Finally Malik's fingers hit Ryou's sweet spot, his prostate, the one spot that made the lights go dim, and Ryou moaned, the pain receding with lightning speed. The pleasure rolled over him in waves, drowning him in ecstasy.
Suddenly Malik stopped, gently removing his hand from Ryou. He was so hard it hurt, and he could tell Ryou was hard as well, his erection glistening. Even as Ryou groaned in protest he quickly put his large member at the opening, slowly pushing in, groaning himself as the immense pleasure pulled him all the way, causing both to gasp and pant, the passion threatening to swallow them whole.
Then, slowly, Malik began to pull out, Ryou moaning in protest once more before he pushed in viciously, both gasping in delight as the sensations pushed them closer and closer to the chasm of rapturous pleasure. As they hit that one spot once more, a sudden primal force took over, making them clash together again and again, faster and faster, harder and harder. The pleasure grew steadily in height; Ryou hadn't known it could climb this high. He had heard, once, of a pleasure so wonderful it was painful. This was almost like it. Surely this wonderful feeling should hurt, but it didn't.
Then all concious thought disappeared as Malik reached over and grabbed Ryou's cock in his hand, gently rubbing the long member in long, sensuous strokes. Ryou shuddered at each touch, tension rising in him to unheard of hights.
Then, before he could think, Malik gasped, shuddering, his body bucking wildly as he came, causing an odd, wet feeling to fill Ryou as Malik's seed filled his body, making him go over the edge as well. Both boys thrashed wildly, shuddering and trembling, feeling the passion rise higher than they had thought possible before breaking, causing the pleasure to crash upon them in waves, each more powerful than the last.
As they lay there, panting in the excess of their pleasure, Malik turned to Ryou, kissing him gently on the lips. "Thank you," he whispered to the semi-conscious boy, slowly getting up and pulling his clothing back on.
As he stood to leave, he glanced down at the small form of his new lover, a wave of sorrow -- and love -- swept over him, making him smile sadly. "I'm so sorry, love," he murmured, leaning over to cover Ryou in a blanket. The smaller boy moaned slightly, curling up on his side, and a wave of affection and love swept over Malik like a wave, as well as a feeling of shock. What had he done? Bakura would surely kill him -- if he didn't kill himself first.
He eyed the pale angel in the bed regretfuly, knowing he would most likely never be able to see the boy in such a position again. Then he banished the thoughts from his mind, bent, gently kissing the object of his love, passion and obsession on the forehead, then left the room, shutting the the door behind him softly.
Then, as he walked away, the only indication that he had been doing anything crept down his cheek, in the form of a small, crystalline tear.
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By Rian
(Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com)
Nihao~ I hope you like the fic so far. First lemon! How do you like it? I hope I didn't fuck it up to much (pardon the pun). So! Tell me how you liked it! Thankies =^.^=
By the way, I did redo this one. Again. I hope you don't mind, but... whenever I read over my fics, I always find *something* wrong with them. Bleah. I wonder if that happens to anyone else...
Quick note--I'm sooooo damn sorry I wasn't able to update anything, but I was grounded. Yes, grounded. It's embarrassing, but what the hell. But! I was able continue this new arc (Or would you call it a saga? I have no clue), so I hope you aren't too mad. Bleah. Welp! See you all later~
By the way, Yuu-Gi-Oh does not belong to me, it belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.
A Moment in Time: Chapter One
By Rian Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com
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"W-what are you doing?!" Ryou asked, his eyes widening. Malik smirked, slipping his violet tank-top off his slim tan shoulders.
"What's it look like," he replied, stretching his upper body in a sensuous manner. He glanced at Ryou with eyes half-closed, smiling. "I'm gonna show you what you've missed." He fiddled with his pants for a brief moment before nearly ripping them off with flourish, allowing Ryou to gape at the sheer size of his erection.
"It... it's huge...!" he whispered, staring without comprehension. And indeed, it was huge. At nearly eight inches long, Malik was the source of much envy in the male population of Domino.
"Now," Malik said seductively, creeping forward to stroke Ryou's cheek, "I'm going to show you exactly what Bakura is afraid to do." Ryou blinked, unsure he had heard correctly, along with the fact that it was rather difficult to think straight when someone was that close to your face.
"Ahh... afraid to... show me...?" He choked out, resisting the urge to lean his face into Malik's hands.
"Oh, yes," Malik purred, one hand stroking Ryou's cheek, the other slipping down to undo the buttons on Ryou's shirt, "afraid. He wants you terribly, but he is frightened of taking you. He is afraid of fucking you, Ryou." Ryou trembled under the feather-light touches, his pale chest goose-pimpling in the sudden open air.
Malik grinned, his purple eyes flashing in delight as he reached down and undid the fastenings on Ryou's pants, finally exposing Ryou's also erect manhood. His eyes widened; Ryou was nearly a good eight inches as well. Not bad.
"Very good," he whispered, leaning forward to flick his tongue over the head of Ryou's member. Ryou let out a strangled whimper, bucking his hips involuntarily at the sensation. Malik chuckled, his breath hot against Ryou's inner thigh, then raised his head to lick Ryou's lips, finally pushing past to play in Ryou's hot mouth. Ryou let out a quiet moan as Malik's fingers crept down to his nipples, flicking and pinching them gently.
"M-Malik," he groaned finally, his hands fumbling forward to intertwine in Malik's golden hair, pushing their heads closer together as he finally began to respond to the kiss, their tongues dueling, locked in a furious battle of dominance. As they kissed, Malik's hands roamed over the Ryou's body, exploring every crevice and fold of the skin; petting, stroking, rubbing... Ryou was nearly insane, going mad with need and desire; Malik was no better.
Malik finally groaned, reaching down with his left hand to grasp Ryou's erection, stroking the shaft, his right rubbing the hardened head.
Ryou gasped, his hands also going down to the Malik's erection, panting with exertion, still unsatisfied. He rubbed and touched with abandon, unable to stop, his breath coming even faster, sweat pouring off both boys in rivulets.
Finally Malik paused, leaning in to kiss Ryou as he reached one hand to the table next to the bed. Ryou was able to see the bottle Malik had in his hand before Malik leaned in again, his tongue flicking against Ryou's nipples madly.
Malik smirked as he licked Ryou's nipples, struggling with the bottle of lubricant until he finally opened the top, the musky scent filling the room. He gently got up from Ryou's body, smiling at the boy below him. "Ryou," he murmured, "relax, love." Ryou blinked, utterly surpised, as Malik carefully massaged his thighs with one hand, the other playing with the lubricant.
Seeing Ryou in such a defenseless position, Malik had a sudden urge to take the other right there, with or without preparation. He resisted, however, gently massaging the lubricant onto Ryou's inner thigh, moving his hand into the crevice below Ryou's cock, massaging with slow, sensuous movements, his lips trembling with anticipation. He knew what was about to happen.
Finally Malik gently pushed one finger inside Ryou, causing the other boy to gasp. "Shh," Malik murmured, slowly pulling his finger out, stretching the tender skin. As Ryou grew more relaxed, Malik added another digit, then another, making Ryou cry out, trembling with pain and pleasure. Finally Malik's fingers hit Ryou's sweet spot, his prostate, the one spot that made the lights go dim, and Ryou moaned, the pain receding with lightning speed. The pleasure rolled over him in waves, drowning him in ecstasy.
Suddenly Malik stopped, gently removing his hand from Ryou. He was so hard it hurt, and he could tell Ryou was hard as well, his erection glistening. Even as Ryou groaned in protest he quickly put his large member at the opening, slowly pushing in, groaning himself as the immense pleasure pulled him all the way, causing both to gasp and pant, the passion threatening to swallow them whole.
Then, slowly, Malik began to pull out, Ryou moaning in protest once more before he pushed in viciously, both gasping in delight as the sensations pushed them closer and closer to the chasm of rapturous pleasure. As they hit that one spot once more, a sudden primal force took over, making them clash together again and again, faster and faster, harder and harder. The pleasure grew steadily in height; Ryou hadn't known it could climb this high. He had heard, once, of a pleasure so wonderful it was painful. This was almost like it. Surely this wonderful feeling should hurt, but it didn't.
Then all concious thought disappeared as Malik reached over and grabbed Ryou's cock in his hand, gently rubbing the long member in long, sensuous strokes. Ryou shuddered at each touch, tension rising in him to unheard of hights.
Then, before he could think, Malik gasped, shuddering, his body bucking wildly as he came, causing an odd, wet feeling to fill Ryou as Malik's seed filled his body, making him go over the edge as well. Both boys thrashed wildly, shuddering and trembling, feeling the passion rise higher than they had thought possible before breaking, causing the pleasure to crash upon them in waves, each more powerful than the last.
As they lay there, panting in the excess of their pleasure, Malik turned to Ryou, kissing him gently on the lips. "Thank you," he whispered to the semi-conscious boy, slowly getting up and pulling his clothing back on.
As he stood to leave, he glanced down at the small form of his new lover, a wave of sorrow -- and love -- swept over him, making him smile sadly. "I'm so sorry, love," he murmured, leaning over to cover Ryou in a blanket. The smaller boy moaned slightly, curling up on his side, and a wave of affection and love swept over Malik like a wave, as well as a feeling of shock. What had he done? Bakura would surely kill him -- if he didn't kill himself first.
He eyed the pale angel in the bed regretfuly, knowing he would most likely never be able to see the boy in such a position again. Then he banished the thoughts from his mind, bent, gently kissing the object of his love, passion and obsession on the forehead, then left the room, shutting the the door behind him softly.
Then, as he walked away, the only indication that he had been doing anything crept down his cheek, in the form of a small, crystalline tear.
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By Rian
(Kawaii_Nekochan21@yahoo.com)
Nihao~ I hope you like the fic so far. First lemon! How do you like it? I hope I didn't fuck it up to much (pardon the pun). So! Tell me how you liked it! Thankies =^.^=
By the way, I did redo this one. Again. I hope you don't mind, but... whenever I read over my fics, I always find *something* wrong with them. Bleah. I wonder if that happens to anyone else...
Quick note--I'm sooooo damn sorry I wasn't able to update anything, but I was grounded. Yes, grounded. It's embarrassing, but what the hell. But! I was able continue this new arc (Or would you call it a saga? I have no clue), so I hope you aren't too mad. Bleah. Welp! See you all later~