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Day Nine – Marik and Malik (This is for Slave of Darkness!)

"No."

"Come on! It'll be unique!"

A loud sigh. "No."

"I'll make it worth your while…"

"No, Marik! For the last time, we are not putting up Christmas lights on the roof to spell 'Marik's bringing sexy back,' or 'Die, Pharaoh, Die,' or 'Fuck you Bakura.'"

"Aw, no fun! How about…"

Marik never got to finish his sentence. Malik was in his arms, pressing their lips together before he got a chance. He pulled away a few seconds later, a little smile pulling at his lips. "Just shut up, okay?"

Marik raised one elegant eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, but hikari mine, if you shut me up like that every time, I'd be talked for eternity."

Lilac eyes rolled. "I'll make you a deal. If I give you something you want, you stop bothering me about Christmas decorations."

Marik smirked, and his eyes brightened ever so slightly. "Oh? What could you give me?"

Lavender locked onto lavender as the boys' eyes met. Malik sat up on his knees on the couch and crawled over to his darkness, slowly and seductively. His purple top rode up ever so slightly as he leaned up to place the smallest of kisses on Marik's lips. "I think we can work something out," he whispered, bending to graze his teeth along the underside of the other's jaw.

It didn't take long for Marik to grab his hikari by his upper arms and flip him back so that he could straddle his waist. Malik had counted on it, and gasped as he found that familiar weight atop him; he loved it, that feeling of being able to fight back if he truly wanted, but not doing so because he knew what was coming was worth being submissive.

He stifled a sigh as his neck abruptly attacked with little nips and sucks, leading from his jaw to his collarbone and back. He reached up to tentatively run fingers up and down his darkness' back and spine. He reveled in the slight shiver his light touches produced.

This was how it always was, and it amazed Malik to no end. His yami, psychotic, crazy, and occasional downright scarily malicious, was always caring at first when it came to sex. Always gentle, with growing passion and intensity until Malik thought he would lose his mind.

It was a flowing, sensual dance. They were part of one another, moving as one, faster and faster. Kisses moved from necks to mouths, tongues battling for dominance. Bodies grew more impassioned and daring, darting in and out of clothing. Clothes went flying in all directions, with complete disregard for where they landed.

Malik was panting by the time he found himself completely nude, his other half the same way above him. He could feel Marik's need digging into his thigh, and he could feel his darkness' stomach against his own length. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and passion, and Malik drank in gulp after delicious gulp of oxygen.

Marik's fingers played teasingly with one pert nub, then the other, making his light squirm and emit little purrs of satisfaction. His hikari's lean body tensed and arched and writhed with every one of his touches, running down his stomach or up his side. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Malik groaned. This was the part he loved most. This was where the Marik he loved emerged, the one who took him beyond the point of sanity. "Yes…oh Ra, Marik, yes…"

"Then tell me…tell me how much you want me…"

Malik nearly cried out as he felt Marik softly rubbing their erections together, almost so soft he couldn't feel it. "Fuck, Marik! I want you!"

Marik shook his head, a wicked smirk on his lips. His lilac eyes burned and smoldered. "Tell me exactly what you want from me."

His counterpart moaned in agitation as he felt Marik move lower, running just the tip of himself over Malik's upper thigh. The action made the light see stars. "I want you inside of me! Ra, Marik…!"

He could feel his darkness press himself barely against his entrance, and Malik threw his head back. This was torture, this was heaven. "How deep do you want me?" his dark whispered huskily, leaning in close so that his breath could skate over the shell of his over-heated hikari's ear.

"Ungh…I want you deep inside of me…please, Marik! Please!" He was desperate. He could comprehend anything but that maddeningly slight pressure on his body, refusing to give him what he wanted.

There was a little more pressure, this time letting Marik barely slip into his young light. The yami let out a strangled moan and he felt that heat barely touch him. "Tell me again what you want from me, hikari. And look at me when you say it."

Malik could barely breathe. He couldn't think or understand anything. All he knew was that this was it; what he was waiting for. His mauve eyes flew open and he gazed straight into the swirling depths that he loved so much. "In the name of Ra, Marik! Fuck me!"

He hadn't gotten the last word out when he could feel that impossible girth inside of him. His body stretched to accommodate, and a scream tore through his throat. Marik's mouth was on his in an instant, swallowing what was left of his yell. The pain was instant, but Malik didn't hesitate to jut his hips forward. The pain was all part of it, this game that he so loved.

Marik made wild, passionate love to him. They moved rapidly and yet completely in sync. Marik grunted and groaned, and Malik whimpered and moaned. The heat was unfathomable, each body covered in a sheen of perspiration.

Malik sucked in breath after breath, reveling in the passion of the moment. He could smell his yami's sweat and feel himself being filled with everything his darkness had. He could taste the sweetness of skin and saliva, and he saw stars behind his eyes every time Marik's expert thrusts brushed that bundle of nerves within him.

He could feel that familiar pressure building in the pit of his stomach and he groaned louder, hips frenzied. "Marik! I'm going to…ung…" he could finish his sentence.

Marik understood fully though, and reached down to pump Malik's long-forgotten length in time with each powerful plunge. It was only moments later that he felt that hot stickiness spill out into his hand.

The moment was the most erotic, in Marik's opinion, when he could hear his hikari cry out and tense up around him, and feel that warmth in his hand. The pure intensity of it all drove him over the edge. He bit down on Malik's shoulder to stifle his yell and filled his hikari with his own essence.

The afterglow that hazy to Malik, and he could barely move. "Mmm…Marik…" he sighed as his darkness pulled out of him and lay down beside.

"I love you."

Malik smiled. Marik barely ever said those words, and it made him feel special to know that they were directed at him and him alone. "Love you, too."

'So…about those Christmas lights…"

Malik sighed and playfully thwacked his yami on the side of the head. "No, Marik."

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Kumori: Okay! Only one more to go and I'll be all caught up! See you real soon…again!