I had to get this chapter out...because guess what?!? Today December 23, 2003 is the one and only Malik Ishtar's Birthday! Here you go! Happy birthday Malik!!! And it's fitting because this is chapter 16 and that is how old Malik is now!! (yes I know that his age varies, but it is popular opinion that he is 15, now 16 even though he looks way older) And Merry Christmas, Blessed Yule, whatever you do or are...have a good holiday from school!
~ Puzzle ~
Malik sat there, silently with Ryou still wrapped up in his arms. He was maintaining a slight rocking motion as he gently played with Ryou's incredibly soft platinum locks.
'It's like silk.' He said to himself, smiling lightly. This beautiful slave that had been given to him as a present...this angel, no, god. Ryou was all his. All his, and now that he was back, no one, absolutely no one was going to take him away...ever again. Malik took in a deep breath; Ryou's wonderful smell filled his nose. He almost couldn't believe that Ryou would cry over someone like him. However, Malik did his best to comfort the boy, and now; Ryou was contently sleeping in his arms.
Malik felt as if this was how it was meant to be. He would protect his little Ryou at all costs. No matter what...
He had never had anyone like this. No one. He felt as if he would go crazy if he couldn't protect Ryou from everything. He never imagined that his passion would run so deep. He never knew that he was even able to care so immeasurably. It hurt so much, yet at the same time, it was the best feeling in the world. To know that Ryou was his; nothing made him happier. But to think that, at any moment Ryou could be ripped away from him it made his heart break. He felt like he could kill any and all if they even so much as looked at the boy. Why was he being so over protective? This was so unlike him. He was so heartless, how could he possibly care so much? Did he even care?
That wasn't even an issue anymore.
The question now was...what wouldn't he do for the boy whom he was holding so tightly?
He knew that answer as well.
As he said before...he would give Ryou the world.
He looked up towards the sky. Dawn was approaching. Every star slowly disappeared, until only the moon was left. But soon it too lost the struggle for dominance as the red dawn overcame the dark night.
Malik sighed as he looked back down at the sleeping form of his little slave. That was exactly how he felt. He was the darkness, with evil lurking inside of him, until Ryou came. Ryou was the light, the sun that dispersed all the darkness. And for that, he was grateful.
However, it would take no time at all for the cool morning air to quickly be swallowed up by the heat of the Egyptian sun.
Malik wanted to get Ryou out of the morning light and what would soon be sweltering temperatures, so that he could sleep peacefully. It had been a long night for the both of them.
Carefully removing his arms from around Ryou, he smiled as he could faintly hear the smaller boy whimper at the absence of his warm embrace. Slowly, so as not to disturb the sleeping boy, Malik picked him up in his arms and carried the him out of the garden and back to his chambers.
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Ryou's dreams were more than pleasant. That is, if he was even dreaming at all. He consciousness lingered somewhere between the points of asleep and semi awake. He could feel the warm body of the Pharaoh holding him; he was most assured that it wasn't a dream. He could feel Malik, he could smell the pleasant scent that went along with him, and hold him right back. The cool night air nipped at his porcelain skin, but he would only fall deeper into the Pharaoh's body, becoming warmer each time.
A dim light shone through his eyelids. Was it dawn already? Oh well, he could have stayed here forever, forgetting everything and just drowning in the other.
But instantly he felt the warmth disperse from around him, plunging him into the bitter cold of the morning.
'No...' He whined mentally as a slight moan escaped his lips. 'Don't leave me.' He begged.
It was as if the Pharaoh heard his mental pleas, for almost immediately he felt the older boy snake his arms around him and pull him off the ground. Ryou kept his eyes closed as he snuggled his face into the soft yet firm chest. His lips parted slightly as he brought them to the smooth skin, kissing it lightly, and then he snuggled back into the warmth, contently falling back asleep.
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The hot dry wind moved the sheer purple drapery from its still rest against the balcony archway.
The sun god Ra, was now well on his journey across the sky, bringing about the midday heat. The sun peeked through the windows and rested on two boys, who were snuggled up close on top of a bed covered with expensive and oh so soft silk and satin sheets.
Malik clung to Ryou, pulling him in even closer, until the boy conformed to his own body. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. But unlike any other puzzle, this one only had two pieces to make it complete. And both were right there, on the Pharaoh's bed, together like it should be.
As Malik held him close, he trailed a delicate finger along the smooth vast plane of Ryou's back, causing the littler boy to stir from his pleasant slumber.
"I didn't mean to wake you." He spoke apologetically as Ryou turned around to face him with his eyes open only slightly. He had not fully conquered the grogginess left over from a good sleep.
"Morning." He whispered to the tan boy, bringing himself in closer, until his head was resting on the Pharaoh's chest. Gods Malik's bed was horribly comfortable. The smooth cool linens that were on him surrounded the boy with a comfortable softness that, as a peasant boy, he never really had the chance to experience. Even though he had been in Malik's bed before, he didn't really have the time to think about how comfortable it was. It felt to him as if he were lying on a bed of clouds.
"Try afternoon." Malik chuckled softly, placing one hand behind his head, and with the other, he continued to stroke Ryou's back, reveling in its utter softness. 'Is there anything about him that isn't like silk?' He wondered.
"Huh...time flies..." Ryou smiled, and as he felt Malik's hand going up and down his back, he placed a hand on the older boy's chest and returned the favor.
Malik closed his eyes as he basked in the tender touch that this boy had. It felt so good; almost causing him to moan slightly. It was amazing what Ryou could do to him just by touching him, just by being next to him.
Oh how he longed to kiss the boy again. To savor the wonderful flavor that came along with those godly soft lips. Ryou's mouth on his was something he felt he would never tire of. It was new and exciting all the time, every time.
Before he really realized what he was doing he found that his hands were making their way down to his delectable little slave, pulling him in closer. He didn't stop however, he just continued bringing Ryou closer to himself.
Ryou gazed up when he felt Malik's hands on his face. The soft touch made him shudder slightly. He moved up closer to Malik's face; following where the Pharaoh's hands were guiding him. It had been so long since he had kissed Malik...
Ryou's face was mere inches from his own. So close that he could feel the boy's breath. Malik tangled his fingers into the white tresses and pulled Ryou in, closing the gap between them.
Their lips met, softly at first, but Malik couldn't hold out much longer without relishing in the ambrosial flavor. He parted his lips and brought his tongue out, tracing it across Ryou's. 'Just one taste...' He told himself. Knowing all too well that just one taste would not satisfy his thirst for this boy.
When Ryou felt the other boy's tongue on his lips, he moved up into the kiss even more, until he was resting on top of Malik. His hands were on the Pharaoh's strong arms, and his legs straddled Malik's hips.
Malik wasn't minding this feeling one bit. He nearly whimpered as he felt the younger boy climb on top of him. To feel Ryou...on him... 'oh gods'. The sensation was something that he wished would never end. He was drowning in this boy; he didn't even break the kiss to take a breath. He felt as if he didn't need one.
But what he did need was to taste the boy again, and he needed to do so immediately. So, with his one hand still tangled in Ryou's hair he pushed Ryou into him, sliding his tongue through Ryou's slightly parted lips.
Ryou responded with a slight moan, which made Malik smile. He wanted to hear more of that beautiful sound, and he had plenty ways of doing that.
His free hand caressed Ryou's shoulder, and it moved down to Ryou's back yet again. Malik moved his hand lower and lower until he could hear a slight whine coming from the boy on top of him.
The kiss continued, Malik was in another world. The taste of this boy was... ethereal.
Ryou too was in a state of mind that was as far from sane as he possibly could be. Malik's demanding mouth left him gasping for air, and his wandering hands brought him into a bout of pleasure he never imagined possible from a mere touch.
Ryou pulled away momentarily, gasping for air, but the Pharaoh's prying mouth had not yet had its fill of the delicious young boy. As Ryou closed his eyes, he felt Malik's mouth biting down on his jawbone. He hissed, causing the tanner boy to smirk evilly. That sound was simply to die for. He bit down again, trailing his way along until he reached the point where Ryou's jaw met his neck, and then he started to suck tenderly on that spot.
Malik's hot mouth set Ryou's body on fire. There was no better feeling in the world...so he thought.
Without warning Malik flipped Ryou over onto the bed and climbed on top of him. His dominating character kicked in, in full force. And while his mouth caught Ryou's again in a passionate kiss, his hands roamed up and down Ryou's sides.
Ryou arched his back sensually into the boy on top of him. This made Malik growl softly. The feel of this boy's body...pressed flush against his own...
Malik wanted more...always more. This young slave wasn't really his until he had claimed him. And that is what he desperately wanted. Oh...the mere image. Malik nearly whined at the thought. Ryou...screaming out his name. He knew better than anyone how pure and flawless this boy was. Part of him wanted to keep him that way. To protect him from all evil...But there was another part...one that wanted to sate his libidinous desires by pounding into the innocence, and breaking it, soiling it, claming it and making it his and his alone.
Oh that sounded like fun. Tearing into his luscious slave...it was almost impossible for him to not want to. But...
He had to think about Ryou.
This had never happened before. He never cared whether or not he hurt his sex slave. After all, that's all they were good for...
But he knew Ryou was so much more than that...there was no denying it. His own selfish desires would have to wait...
For how long? How long could he last without having this beautiful being? His sanity was about to break, just thinking about it, when a soft hand that was placed on his cheek harshly jerked him back into the moment.
Ryou almost chuckled at the look on Malik's face. It was so cute. The way the Pharaoh would gaze at him, with that serious, almost contemplating look.
Malik brought his full concentration back to the boy, and placed his lips to Ryou's forehead before he turned and flopped back down on his side of the bed. He could wait as long as he had to.
Ryou lay his head down again on the firm chest of the Pharaoh. He was still rather tired, and he knew that he still hadn't told Malik what he had come to tell him in the first place. But that could wait. Right now, that was not on the top of his agenda. Now it was simply laying there, next to the warm body of Malik, enjoying the warmth and protection that he projected as he held Ryou close to him, again running his hand along the curve of his back, causing Ryou to relax as his eyes drooped lower and lower. He could stay in this bed forever...but something in the back of his mind told him that he couldn't....
Oh well...he was just going to ignore that something and enjoy being here...for however long it lasted.
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This is just a mere taste of what is to come. Yey!! Finally I've finished writing the lemon!!! T minus 2 chapters and you'll all get what you've waited so patiently for!! And I hope I don't disappoint you!! My friend already read it and said it was good, so I'm hoping you all will like it too. Not to mention onlyHAUNTED...you ninny...thanks for not letting the tip taunt you for too long!! It had to be extra special because well...Malik and Ryou have waited so damn long!! I put a lot of thought into it and I think it turned out ok...pish...you ninny....and you KNOW who you are *glair glair*.
