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THE SPECIALIST, PART 7
"Ahh--!!" Malik cried out sharply at the strong, wet heat of Bakura's mouth around his semi-hard, slightly sore cock. The slight scrape of teeth, the roughness of tongue, the pulsating lips. It felt like raw nerve-endings getting electrical shocks through a piece of wet velvet... and he had no idea what such a thing would really feel like, but his erection was reciting poetry despite the recent abuse it had been through. He gripped Bakura's hair more tightly, rubbing the softness against his palms greedily.
"He's good, isn't he?" Ryou whispered behind him with a silvery little giggle. "My sensei really knows what he's doing....he's a specialist." A pair of dovelike hands skittered down Bakura's bare torso until they reached the helplessly writhing hips-- the jutting hipbones a little bit bruised from Malik's hands, the long plum-colored cock bobbing heavily with every thrust into the air. Another sharp moan from Bakura. "Malik... look at this..." Pale fingers gave the tortured head of Bakura's penis a nasty pinch. A muffled shriek. "Mmmmm, he LOVES when you do this to him. Don't you, sensei?"
The shriek dissolved into a low moan of protest around Malik's cock. The vibrations made Malik roll his eyes back into his head involuntarily, and shove himself further down Bakura's throat. Every single breath or note that came from that deep voice... set him buzzing all over...."Ryou!" he panted, reaching desperately for Ryou's wrist, any form of support. "Ahh... yessss... he's too good.... I won't last very long here..."
Ryou was a warm, sweet-smelling, giggling presence behind Malik now, curling one delicate hand around his hip to hold him steady. Malik heard excited breathing and felt the shocking heat of Ryou's cock brush the crest of one buttock. He slowed his pace and stood up straight, wondering for a startled moment over Ryou's transformation.
"Keep going, Malik," Ryou said in a throaty whisper. "Just keep fucking his mouth. He likes it. Really. There's no need to stop... don't turn around... I'm right here... I won't let anything happen to you--ohhh..."
Malik heard wet sounds behind him, and Ryou's breathing grew faster. The tube of lubricant fell onto the aluminium tray again with another clank.
Slowly, gently, the slippery tip of Ryou's cock nudged its way between his buttocks. Malik held still, eyes wide and wondering. As the velvety intrusion increased, his mouth slowly opened and his eyes slowly closed. Stretching... in... in... Bakura gave another short shriek and struggled fiercely in his bonds.
"Malik!" came Ryou's harsh whisper. "I said don't stop! Yes... like that... haaaa... uhhh..." A sudden nip at the nape of Malik's neck, and surprisingly strong hand pushed against his back, forcing him to bend forward over Bakura's head. Ryou's trembling hands forced the head of a very hard cock inside Malik, slowly and slickly. "Ahhh... hold still, Malik....I'm almost in..." A whimper.
"Ryou..." Malik panted, brain slowly absorbing the simultaneous sensations of Ryou penetrating him so smoothly from behind, and Bakura's mouth sucking him so smoothly in front... "What are you..."
"I want him to watch," hissed Ryou. "I want him to SEE." And with a breathy laugh, he forced himself into Malik's body the rest of the way, slamming in to the hilt.
In one slow, smooth motion, Ryou's cock found its way back inside Malik's tightness, stretching the small passage gradually. Involuntarily, the blond slowed his pace again and closed his eyes, trying to print into his brain every passing microsecond of this moment. This time, it was true: He was no more a virgin….he was feeling it fully…the pulsating member of his lover comfortably nested in his tight passage.
"Oh, god..." Malik whispered sensually, letting his head rest on the doctor's chest. He could hear the loud moderato beat of Bakura's heart, the sound somehow distant to his ears. Everything around him was fading so deliciously-- the room, Bakura's heartbeat, the fact Bakura wasn't sucking him anymore.... What mattered to him was Ryou. Ryou INSIDE him. Only Ryou, Ryou, Ryou.
He felt his friend moving out of him, so he reached back a hand to grasp Ryou's behind and pull him back, keeping him inside. "No! Wait," he panted. He felt Ryou's hand caress his cheek delicately, small white fingers tracing the lines of his jaw... of his neck... before resting on his torso.
Fingers left Malik to rest on Bakura's chin. "Look at me, Bakura-sensei," Ryou asked softly.
Bakura slowly opened his angry eyes, revealing two painfully burning dark orbs. This sight almost filled both boys with pity...
Almost.
"Look, sensei," Ryou repeated, lightly tossing away such notions as Pity or Mercy. He stroked Malik's rear with firm palms that made his friend whimper. As slowly as he had entered him, Ryou moved out of Malik, leaving only the tip of his cock still buried in the hot passage.
"Ryou... Ryou, no..." Malik almost cried.
The other boy soothed him. "Sshhhh... I'm here... you want me back in?"
Malik nodded desperatly. "Oh... oh yes!..."
Without a word, Ryou completely plundged back into Malik, who gripped tightly on Bakura's flesh for support. "Ngghhhhahhh!" he cried out, feeling his hole being deliciously stretched again. Ohgodohgodgodohgod...this felt better than anything before. Better than the cotton swabs. Better than Jonouchi's fingers....
The technician returned his attention to his superior. "He's very tight... despite the harsh stretching you already inflicted on him..." Ryou's voice lowered into a purr as he gently pushed Malik forward. "Wouldn't you like to feel him too, Sensei?"
Mouth dry, lips parted, a fine line of blood ornamenting his cracked lips, Bakura nodded. "Give it to me," the doctor said, his voice now harsh, reaching out a shaky hand to stroke Malik's tanned flesh. "He's so beautiful..." he added in a breath.
Malik reluctantly stood still and allowed himself to be caressed, frowning warily at the gentleness of Bakura's touch. The sheen of 'You Die Now' had almost completely faded from Bakura's eyes, leaving a hungry desire, nearly desperate.
"Yes. He is. He is." Ryou smiled and nodded. "And I'm sure you'd like to feel his mouth surrounding your--" He looked down at Bakura's throbbing cock-- "ahem... painfully demanding erection... don't you?"
"Ryou!" Malik hissed, shooting Ryou a questioning glare. "What are you DOING?"
Ryou smiled and nodded slightly, tossing Malik a reassuring wink while the doctor nodded again.
Moving beside the examination table, the two boys placed themselves so the specialist could see them both clearly. With his head now alarmingly close to Bakura's reddish-purple erection, Malik wondered what Ryou's plan was now.
"Oh look sensei... out... in.. ahhhh!... out again... mmm.... in.. oohhhh...." Ryou narrated his movements with an edge of glee to his breathy little voice, enjoying Malik's presence around his cock, enjoying Bakura's wide-eyed outrage. So rare were the occasions when he could actually be inside someone else! Ohh, as soon as this was over, Bakura was going to demand the old, trembling, submissive Ryou back... he'd surely have to pay for this boldness later on... but it was worth it. To meet Malik like this, to feel his taut flesh and smell the spicy musk of his skin, to hear his own name whispered in such ecstasy, to meet someone who wanted both sides of him so hungrily, ah! Gods! It was worth any punishment from Bakura later.
Ryou's smile increased, and he slowed his thrusts, deliberately, sensuously, so that Bakura could see everything in greater detail. He let out a louder groan than was strictly necessary. "Oh sensei, he's unbelievably tight!"
"St-stop it!" Bakura growled, Malik's moaning and mewling patently exciting him to even more painful degrees. His eyes were still glued to the perfect caramel skin of Malik's ass, his fingers gently pinching and caressing his former patient.
Malik arched his back and cried out as Ryou hit his spot again. His labored breathing was music to both of the white-haired males. A delicate hand pressed on his chest made him arch himself even further.
"Suck him, now," Ryou murmured before licking his earlobe. "Trust me, JUST suck him" he responded to Malik's demanding eyes.
The blond bent back over Bakura's torso, purple eyes watching the bobbing erection, still trapped in that remarkably tight homemade cock-ring. It surely did look painful, all right, all that trapped blood, all that backed-up jism... He played with one end of the tube, asking himself why Ryou would let his superior get his release so soon. No... Ryou wasn't that dumb. He said 'JUST suck him.' It seemed his deceptively-fragile new friend had a mean streak in him.
Insistant fingers pressed on his head. "I heard him!" Bakura let out. "Remove that goddamned thing and suck me!"
Malik faced the doctor and smiled. "No...He said to just suck you." In a rapid motion, Malik plundged between the sensei's legs and engulf the screaming cock in his mouth.
"GWAAAH!!" Bakura painfully let out, instinctively sitting bolt-upright. He moved his hands to push the blond away, but another hand around his neck shoved him down on the table.
"No, no, noooo, Sensei!" Ryou giggled, swatting at Bakura's weakening hands as they sought to grab his wrist.
"Ry.. Ryou... no... stop..." Bakura whined. Stepping on his ego, he added: "It... it h-hurts...."
Ryou slowed down his own pace, cautiously removing his hand from his superior, caressing the doctor's face. "Okay... I will tell him to stop." Then, to Malik: "Malik, please stop."
Malik complied instantly, staring quizzically at Ryou.
Returning his soft face over the panting Bakura, Ryou waited, caressing the white head. After a moment of silence, he demanded: "And now, Sensei, would you like to feel how tight Mr. Ishtar is?"
No reaction but the shimmer of a pained pair of brown eyes.
"Well, of course, I'll removed this annoying tube," Ryou added with a twinkle of amusement.
A frantic nod.
"Very well."
Malik whimpered, feeling Ryou leave him. Ryou kissed him, tongue slipping heatedly into Malik's mouth. He broke the kiss and stared into the glazed violet eyes. "Feel his cock inside you," he panted. "It's nirvana!"
Malik nodded slightly, but his eyes were still clouded with doubt.
"Trust me," Ryou added, eyes deviously sparkling.
Malik smiled. So, the torture wasn't over YET. He let Ryou help him straddle Bakura's waist, enjoying Ryou's hands that lingered on him, enjoying the hard trembling of Bakura's body beneath him.
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