Ok...dun dun dun dun! Here it is, the chapter you've all waited so patiently for. And as promised...here's another warning so that ff doesn't have to get all bitchy:
WARNING: This chapter is entirely lemon (male+male SEX) so if you are a homophobe (altho, if you are I have no idea why you've even made it this far) or if you just plain don't like sex (you're crazy...*cough cough*) DO NOT READ! I would say no one under 17 should read it...but then...I wouldn't have been able to write it...So...I don't care how old you are...but if you don't want to read it then just wait until I post the next chapter and skip this one (you will not miss anything important to the plot). No flames! And no snitches! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
And now...on with the good stuff! (Heh heh...this is the loooongest chapter I've written in a looong while.) ^_~
~The Long Awaited Gift~
Malik had walked to his room later that evening in high spirits. Nothing could dampen them, not even the painful memories of his past. It all seemed to float away whenever he thought about that delicate pale haired boy and his horribly smooth skin, with those equally soft lips. His imagination seemed to run wild when he thought of the many things he could to that boy...all of which were unbelievably tempting.
Such lewd thoughts distracted him so much, that before he knew it, he was standing right in front of his chamber doors. He had to take in a deep breath before he went in to keep himself from pouncing on the boy like a hungry wild animal.
But as he pushed the doors open and his eyes rested on his perfect little slave, all of his efforts seemed to have been in vain. For in that moment, as he glanced at Ryou; who was sitting up slightly in the bed, still wearing nothing but his little white kilt; all of the carnal lust and utter desire washed over him like a wave.
He could feel his heart beating madly against his chest, as his fingers inadvertently wrapped themselves around his silk sash. He couldn't wait any longer. To hell with what Ryou wanted. He wanted Ryou, and that was all that mattered.
Ryou glanced over at the Pharaoh who was just standing in the doorway.
"What's wrong with you? Have the Gods restricted your movement?" He asked in an amused, but slightly sensual tone. Ryou couldn't help but feel somewhat aroused by this god of a Pharaoh. His eyes trailed their way from Malik's sculpted chest, to his strong, well defined arms...that could hold him down...and hold him close...
Ryou licked his lips slightly at his own lustful thoughts, he hadn't really realized until now, how badly he wanted Malik...and he surely never had these thoughts before. By the phallus of Amun! He wouldn't dare let anyone go that far! But...Malik was so tempting...
When Malik gazed upon Ryou's perfect face, his eyes automatically wandered to his lips, and he thought he was seeing things, but he could have sworn that he saw Ryou bring his tongue out and trace it across those supple lips. Malik could have whined. But instead he maintained what little self control he had left and walked closer to the bed, never taking his eyes off his prey. Ryou looked simply edible.
"Why did the gods make you so perfect Ryou?" Malik asked his slave as he slowly crawled onto the bed, still eyeing Ryou seductively. "It's a dangerous thing to look so good you know." He added, moving ever so slowly up to Ryou, who was still sitting up a little in the bed, with his back leaning up against the headboard.
Ryou closed his eyes as the Pharaoh climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. He took in a deep breath when he felt Malik's lips press against his chest.
"Why is it so dangerous?" Ryou asked, trying not to moan when he felt Malik sucking gently on his hardened nipple.
"Because men like me will never let you get away." He purred seductively before he bit down, causing Ryou to cry out.
'Ra that sounds amazing.' He moaned mentally. He wanted to hear plenty more of that angelic sound. Yet at the same time, it made him want to skip all the niceness, and just pound into the small boy, to have him screaming and crying out. The mental picture was almost too much for the young Pharaoh to handle.
That was how it was supposed to be done. He wasn't supposed to worry about how Ryou felt. Ryou was there for his pleasure, not visa versa. And being with a man as demanding as Bakura, Malik was certain that Ryou had to be a god in bed...
Malik shook his head a little, not wanting to be distracted from what was underneath him. He trailed his tongue up Ryou's chest and to his neck biting the tender skin roughly, triggering a small hiss from the younger boy.
He smiled wickedly. As much as he wanted to be nicer to Ryou, he still couldn't help but enjoy that sound. He loved being overpowering. He wanted to mark what was his. His domineering mouth began to suck gently on the spot where jawbone met neck.
Ryou closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the older boy, pulling him in closer until their bodies brushed up against each other. This overbearing Pharaoh took over his meekness, he controlled him; owned him. At this point, Ryou felt as if he would do anything for the one who was bringing him so much pleasure. 'Wait...no, I...can't go that far.' He told himself this, but he knew that he wasn't sticking by that a hundred percent.
Malik however, had different ideas. He had wasted enough time giving his slave pleasure. And he almost hated himself for even being this easy on him. With any other of his sex slaves he would have stripped them down and been taking what he wanted from them by now. There was no denying that he wanted this boy, desperately. And there was no way he could wait a moment longer. But there was something different about Ryou, exactly what, he couldn't say, it, it was a certain innocence almost, like he had never...ah but that's impossible! When you're as attractive as Ryou, well...how could he not?
Ryou watched nervously as the Pharaoh began to move his hands down. He could feel Malik beginning to undo his sash that held his white kilt to his body. Ryou wasn't sure if he was ready to go this far with the Pharaoh. After all, it had only been this time a night ago that he was in this position with Bakura and was able to say no. But then again, he couldn't really tell the Pharaoh "no". Not that he really wanted to...
Within moments Malik had untied the sash. Ryou raised his body slightly allowing the dark boy to easily slip off his kilt.
Malik discarded the garment on the floor, and slowly lowered himself back down onto Ryou. He cupped Ryou's chin in his hand and pulled his face up, bringing their lips together yet again. Malik couldn't stand the softness any longer. He wanted to be forceful; he wanted to show Ryou that he meant business, so he subtly bit down on the tender lower lip, emitting a low whine from the other boy as Ryou opened his mouth in response.
He seized the opportunity and slipped his tongue into Ryou's mouth, savoring the ambrosial tang that he loved so much. His hands absentmindedly moved up and down Ryou's sides, and one of Malik's hands crept its way to Ryou's inner thigh, slowly moving upwards.
Ryou kissed Malik back, slowly and tenderly, but he could tell that the boy was in no tender mood. So he too decided to rough it up a bit, although, he didn't really know how. Most of this was new to him anyway. So he just decided to go with the flow, and follow Malik's lead. But unexpectedly, he felt the Pharaoh's warm hand moving up his inner thigh. With his one hand, that was moving around Malik's back, he dug his nails into the soft tan flesh as he pressed himself up tighter against Malik. This was certainly a new sensation for him.
A low growl formed in Malik's throat. That was the breaking point. When he felt Ryou grind himself up against him...Ra...
He moved away briefly causing Ryou to reach for him. He didn't want that good feeling to end.
Malik pulled the sash from around his waist and threw it to the floor. Then he slipped out of his kilt, and let it fall to the floor as well.
Ryou's heart jumped from his chest into his throat. He knew it would come to this, but why was he so scared?
'You love Bakura! How can you do this to him?' His subconscious screamed at him, tormenting him. But he wanted to be with Malik, he was taking him over.
He shut his eyes, trying to drown out the words that his subconscious was yelling at him. Ryou felt Malik climb back on top of him. He could feel the weight of the Pharaoh against him as their bodies pressed tightly together. It felt so good, and he could feel his arousal growing.
Malik smiled, as he too felt Ryou's arousal against his leg. This was it, he had waited all this time for this one boy that he wanted so bad. And now he had him exactly where he wanted him. He couldn't believe that Ryou would make him feel so completely helpless. This feeling was new to him; he loved it, yet at the same time he hated it. It rendered him unable to hide his emotion, which is something that he credited himself of being good at. Ryou put him in such a place that he no longer knew right from left; night and day, and it most certainly didn't allow him to hide anything that he was feeling towards this boy.
'What are you doing you ass?!' Malik took in a deep breath. It couldn't go on much longer like this. He couldn't keep showing Ryou this much compassion while at the same time, telling himself that he didn't mean any of it, when he damn well knew he did.
Soft hands made their way up his trim arms, thrusting him back into the moment, to see a flushed Ryou lying beneath him.
Ryou had made up his mind, he was ready, and he wanted Malik, desperately. He wasn't quite sure why, but of course the Pharaoh didn't want him like that. After all Ryou was only good for one thing, and that was why he was brought to the palace in the first place. A gift, a mere object of possession. And that hurt. It hurt to think that that was all Malik thought of him...but oh how little he knew.
Again he felt Malik's warm hands sliding in between his legs. He took in a deep breath, awaiting what would come.
Malik, slowly and gently slid his hands down Ryou's inner thigh, spreading his legs open.
Ryou closed his eyes and gripped the sheets as he felt Malik push into him. A low moan emitted from his throat as he tried to adjust himself to become more comfortable. By the gods did it hurt! He had no idea that Malik was this well endowed. Nor did he realize that sex would hurt this much! He turned his head to one side, resting his cheek on the soft pillow while his hands tangled tighter into the sheets. There was absolutely no way that he would be able to take this for too long. But yet, he wanted to please Malik, he wanted to give him all he had. At that moment however, there wasn't much else he could think about besides how discomforting it was. Why? Why did it have to hurt so badly? And why couldn't he tell Malik that he was a virgin? Maybe it was the fear of rejection. Or maybe Malik would think him to be incapable. After all, what good is an inexperienced sex slave?
But to Malik...Ryou was so much more than that.
As Malik pushed himself into the little white haired boy, he could feel the little one's body tense up. Ra, he had no idea that he was so tight. He thought that by this point Bakura would have loosened him up somewhat. Wait...maybe they...was Ryou a...oh Gods. Malik took a moment to study the boy's expression. He could tell that Ryou was hurting, and scared...why didn't he say anything? Oh well, there was nothing Malik could about it now, he would just have to be as gentle as possible. After all, there was no way in hell that he was stopping here. Not when he was this far with Ryou. Virgin or not, Ryou was going to be his. But still, he couldn't help but think about he being Ryou's first, and why Ryou had never been with Bakura? That was quite a shocker.
Malik again ran his hands along Ryou's thin waist, trying his best to do what he could to comfort the boy. He felt a shudder rack the boy's small frame. Was he really hurting him that bad?
While his one hand gently caressed Ryou's side, his other hand pulled his face around.
Ryou slowly open his eyes half way, as a small tear trickled down his face. He saw Malik gazing at him, with a look of concern on his face.
"Ryou...I wont hurt you." He vaguely heard him whisper before his mouth was conquered again. Ryou felt Malik's one hand grab onto his arm as he pushed in deeper, grinding his hips against his own. This caused a moan to escape from Ryou's lips, only to be muffled by Malik's mouth on his. That was quite a new sensation, and it felt...surprisingly good, although, Malik inside of him was still rather thwarting.
Malik couldn't help but smile as he felt Ryou shudder against him. He felt Ryou bring one of his hands up and grip his upper arm tightly.
He could tell that it was Ryou's first time...but why would Ryou keep that from him? What made Ryou so afraid to tell him? Ryou's small body shook slightly again, after a particularly violent thrust of Malik's hips. Malik could also tell that this was quite painful for Ryou. Hell...with how tight he was, it was almost painful for him!
"Ryou...we don't have to continue." He whispered into the boy's ear. 'What!? Why did you say that you fool?! You can't stop now! He's yours!' Malik tried his best not to let his eviler side take control...if it did, Ryou would most certainly be injured.
"No..." Ryou panted against the weight of the other. He didn't want to stop now...he...couldn't. "No, don't stop." Again he wrapped his free arm around the older boy, pulling their bodies together even closer.
'Holy Amun...' Ryou looked simply perfect. Malik almost couldn't believe that he was finally doing this. That, after all this time, Ryou was finally his...completely, mind, body...and soul, the way he had wanted it since so long ago.
A low growl formed in Malik's throat. 'Damn he is tight.' Had Malik known that Ryou was still a virgin, he wouldn't have rushed to this so fast...well, not without preparing the boy first... The growl turned into a moan when Malik felt Ryou shift under him, causing their bodies to press tighter together.
'Amazing.' He thought to himself while running a finger along Ryou's smooth pail cheek, eventually brushing his thumb across Ryou's lush pink lips.
Ryou closed his eyes and leaned into the soothing gentle touch. Even with something so rough and harsh, Ryou was shocked, but pleased that Malik could be so gentle.
He grabbed the Pharaoh's hand, only to receive a questionable look from the boy on top of him. He moved Malik's fingers to his mouth and slowly began to plant tender kisses on each one, giving Malik even more reason to want to moan with pleasure. This was beyond anything that he thought sex could ever be. It had always been for him, a game. A mere show of strength. How long could his partner last? How much could he do to them before they screamed out begging for him to stop?
Not this time. No, he wanted Ryou to stay with him forever...he didn't want to hurt this perfect jewel that the Gods so graciously bestowed upon him...no, he wanted to protect Ryou, with his life.
Again he brought his lips down and placed them on the other's, slowly running his tongue across them while marinating a steady rocking motion of his hips, grinding into the boy under him and escalating their pleasure tenfold.
Ryou parted his lips, granting the questing Pharaoh entrance to what lie beyond.
Malik kissed him passionately while running his hands along Ryou's trim waist, feeling his way up and down every inch of the boy's creamy skin.
Once more Ryou felt the intense pressure as Malik started to speed up, pushing himself in even deeper.
"M-Malik..." He moaned, shooting his head back, and exposing more of his swanlike neck, while his hands squeezed around Malik's arms, slightly digging his nails into the Pharaoh's tanned skin.
Malik took full advantage of this and brought his lips to that spot behind Ryou's ear that he knew would give him the most pleasure, and possibly take his mind off of the pain. He nipped playfully at the skin, and he felt Ryou arc up into him, pressing their slightly slick bodies tightly together again, and omitting a moan from Malik.
He placed his hand behind Ryou's back and lifted him up slightly, pulling them together even closer.
Ryou brought his head back and stared into Malik's hazy amethyst eyes. It was as if Malik had done something magical, because he no longer felt intense pain, although, the dull aching of being pounded into had not quite vanished. Now it felt, quite good...good enough in fact for him to wrap his legs around Malik's waist, trying to receive more of that wonderful feeling.
Malik was at a loss for words when he felt the boy's slender legs wrap around him, involuntarily pushing him in even deeper. This was it, climax was upon him and it was all the will power in the world that kept him from mercilessly thrusting into the helpless teen that was under him. He did however, speed up slightly, pushing his hand against Ryou's back and bringing him in even closer. Oh Ra...this was almost intolerable...this feeling.
Ryou cried out again when Malik started to push into him harder and faster. That dull pain was starting to pulse through his legs and his back...but still, there was that never ceasing pleasure that came from Malik's weight rubbing and grinding against him.
His breathing became heavier and more difficult, as if he had forgotten how. He gulped in air like it was water and his throat was parched. Malik wore him out to the extent that every muscle in his body ached, every nerve screamed out for a cease in the harsh activity. Yet he couldn't stop, he didn't want to...
It wasn't until both boys were utterly exhausted and absolutely unable to go on for a moment longer that Malik pulled out. It must have been hours later...but it still felt as if they were only at it for minutes. The wonderful feeling not lasting long enough for either boy. Malik collapsed on the bed, his chest rising and falling heavily. Ryou took in a deep gulp of air as he felt the Pharaoh's arms snake around him, pulling him in closer.
He rested his head on Malik's chest, the dull pain still rolling throughout his body. He didn't care...that was purely amazing. He couldn't believe what he was missing out on all of those years...not to mention that he...a peasant boy, had just experienced what it was like to have sex with the most powerful man in the world...
Smiling lightly at that wonderful thought, he closed his eyes and drifted off to a most pleasant and most assuredly deserved sleep, while Malik's hands moved along his back soothingly.
Malik watched as Ryou's eyes drooped slowly. He couldn't help but smile at the look on his face. It was like Ryou was satisfied, and extremely content.
That was good...that was how Malik wanted it, and he too, closed his eyes and was asleep almost instantly, of sheer exhaustion.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I hope and pray that I didn't disappoint you. After all, you all have waited soo long for this. But I worked hard on it and I hope you liked it!
And BTW...I was thinking about making all of my chapters longer...but that would mean it would take longer for me to update, this is only because there are so many chapters in this story already...please let me know what you think when you REVIEW and tell me how you liked the lemon! Arigato
~Kohaku
HA HA! OnlyHAUNTED! I fixed it! I fixed it! Neener neener!
Malik: You know...you really should stop picking on her...
WHAT!?? You pick on her all_the_time!
Malik: Yea...well...I'm mean remember?
*Rolls eyes* Oh yea...
Oh and on a side note...I'm in a pissy mood because the Ravens are out of the playoffs! Sorry...but now I am reduced to rooting for the Cowboys (no offence to anyone from Texas)
