chapter 4

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And now a random plot bunny from your and my muse, Serendipity.

I had orginally wrote this at the end of chapter 3 but it didn't post.

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Ryou sat on his bed reading Crime and Punishment by: Fyodor Dostoevsky. He might as well, with Fowl in town. He had to get all his boring school work done so he could enjoy the show. Why do you care about watching? Unless you have a werid fetish I don't know about. Bakura said.

Yami, you found Fowl just as...interesting as I did.

Interesting? You just want to-

Shush, Yami. Besides we can do anything. What about Malik?

In Eygpt. Fowl is here.

So matter of convenience.
Oh hell yeah

Someone hammered on the door. Ryou stood, shaking out his hair and limbs"hello?" Malik looked up from his feet and his smile was full of sex. "Malik! What are-" Malik smashed his lips into Ryou's. Ryou pulled away back into the apartment. Malik followed. "Wh-wait, Malik, why are you here?"

"I missed you, Ryou."

"OH!" Ryou stumbled back until he was flushed against the sofa's armrest. Malik leaned his body into Ryou, folding himself between his legs. He hand slid under the albino's shirt and up the planes of his stomach.

"Sooo" Those hands slithered around Ryou's waist, up the spine causing him to shiver and grab Malik's arms "where are they?"

"Where are what?" Yay! Ryou still could speak with those hands slipping down his pants.

"The Necklace of Bast and the Crown of Ptah. Where are they?" Malik whispered into Ryou's ear as his hands glided further down Ryou's ass. He fingered his entrance.

"Ohh!" Ryou threw his head back, arcing into the Egyptian, spreading his legs.

"You little slut." Malik chuckled. Ryou's eyes rolled back in his head and nodded, grabbing handfulls of Malik's shirt. "Want more?"

"Yess, pleassse, oh Malik" Malik breathed on Ryou's nipples through his shirt, hardening them.

"Then where are the artifacts?"

"Bakura only steals magical artifacts, Malik, you know that" Ryou tried to grind into the blonde, but Malik stayed a little to far out of his reach. Malik's one hand that wasn't playing with Ryou's ass came up and stroked a nipple.

"You're lying" The Eypgtian whispered.

"Nooo." Ryou humped again, wrapping his legs around Malik's waist. Malik's groin, however, stayed a hair's breathe away from Ryou's. Malik removed his hands, and removed Ryou's legs, causing the Brit to fall on the couch. Ishtar rode him down, his hands wrapped around Ryou's throat.

"Liar" Malik's voice was no longer the audio sex toy that had been playing Ryou like a well tuned violin a moment before. Now it was harsh and angry. "You stole the Necklace and the Crown. Now where are they? I won't ask again!"

"I'm telling the truth Malik! I don't know! My father and a few friends stole the Necklace years ago, but I know nothing about the Crown. Bakura and I both went straight, at least in thieving. If I knew anything I would have told you. "

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Okay. If you hear anything contact me." Malik stood up, straightening his clothes.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"Back to Eygpt"

"But, what about the sex?"

"No, sex, not until we're eighteen, remember?"

"You spit"

"No" Malik opened the door and glanced back "I swallow" And he was gone.

Tropic