"Leave me alone," Malik hissed. His voice trembled and he could barely think straight. Mariku had to leave, until it was over, but that was a foolish thought, because it wouldn't just "be over". He couldn't ignore it and wait for it to disappear. It didn't work that way.
Even the clothes scratched on his sensitive skin. Malik closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He fought against it; against himself; against his body. He drove his claws into the mattress and ripped it open. He felt like crying. He would not yield. He must not. He was not allowed.
Mariku raised his hands. "I'll leave." He didn't want to fight with Malik again, and certainly not in his current condition. He also suspected that Malik would rip him open like he did with the mattress. And he had enough wounds already.
But when he turned around, Malik suddenly grabbed him by the wrist. His grip was firm and painful.
"Stay."
Mariku looked down at him, but Malik stared at the floor. His hands were trembling.
"Can you make up your mind?" Malik didn't answer, but also didn't let go of Mariku. Mariku sighed. "What's going on?"
Malik's eyes wandered restlessly around the room and avoided to look at Mariku. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't speak. He simply couldn't.
It was repulsive.
It was humiliating.
But he had no other choice. His body wouldn't cool down and neither would his mind. He had no one but Mariku.
Malik let go of Mariku and straightened up. He put a hand at the back of Mariku's neck and pulled him close. "Don't think I enjoy this," he whispered with a hiss. "It disgusts me. You disgust me." His grip tightened, but Mariku didn't flinch. He was looking forward to what Malik had to say. He felt Malik's breath on his lips. "Fuck me."
Marikus eyes widened in surprise and he raised an eyebrow. He had expected all kind of things, but certainly not this. What should he do now?
"Why should I?"
Malik's claws punctured the back of his neck, but he let go of him shortly afterwards and sat back on the bed. "You have to."
"I have to?" Repeated Mariku. He looked down at Malik, who ran his restless hands over his thighs. He saw the bulge in his pants. Malik was serious.
Malik hesitated with his answer. "You're the only one," he said slowly, "I can ask."
"You're crazy." Mariku turned to leave, but Malik stopped him again.
"Mariku..."
Mariku stopped. It was the first time Malik was calling him by his name. He was serious.
"Can't you just masturbate?" Mariku was torn. A part of him wanted to press Malik on the bed and fuck him until he screamed his name, but another part was thinking about the scars and his reaction to the sex of Bakura and Ryou. And another part simply enjoyed seeing Malik in this situation.
"That's not enough!" Malik's voice sounded as if he was suffering from severe pain. A shiver crept over Mariku's body. He enjoyed it too much to see Malik suffer. To see this arrogant, arrogant asshole on his knees filled him with satisfaction.
"Is it because of the heat?"
"Yes."
"You knew this would happen?"
"Yes."
"And yet you were lying in the sun all day."
Malik hissed. He sat up, grabbed Mariku again and pulled him close. Their lips almost touched. They were only separated by millimeters.
"You'll never understand," hissed Malik.
Mariku stuck out his tongue and licked Malik's lips. Surprised and scared Malik released him and touched his lips. "Why did you do that?"
"You asked for it." Mariku undid his belt, while Malik was watching him.
"Wait!" Mariku stopped. Had Malik changed his mind again? Maybe it was better that way. "Get a rope."
"What?" Mariku looked at him blankly.
"If you want to survive it, then get a fucking rope!"
Malik fell back on the mattress, as Mariku left the room. He stroked between his legs and gasped. It was humiliating that he had to do it with Mariku. Scum like him shouldn't even have the right to touch him.
He would rather be at home with...
Malik put his hands on the mattress.
No, if he was honest... he didn't finish his thought.
Malik looked up, as Mariku came back. Even though he didn't like to admit it, he preferred staying here. His inner voice screamed at him how wrong and repulsive it was. This went against everything he had ever learned, against any of his convictions, against his nature. He should tear Mariku to bloody shreds.
Mariku held the rope loosely in his hands. "Now what?"
Malik held his hands over his head and clutched the bed frame. "Tie me up."
"What?"
Malik sat up and looked at Mariku almost annoyed. He was impatient. Did he have to explain everything to this stupid human? "If you want to live in the end, then tie me up. You'll be sorry if I can break free, because then you're dead!" He sank back again.
Mariku had never seen Malik with such a serious expression. Malik really wanted that he survived. Mariku knelt over him and tied his hands to the bed frame.
"Tighter!" Demanded Malik and tugged at the rope.
Mariku pulled harder on the rope, so that it cut into Malik's wrists. Again Malik tugged and seemed satisfied this time.
"No kissing, you hear?"
Mariku leaned down, and pressed a kiss on Malik's lips. "Of course."
"You fucking..." hissed Malik and braced himself against the bonds.
Mariku chuckled. He enjoyed the situation. His gaze moved over Malik's still dressed body. He had never slept with an alien, and he certainly had not thought that it would happen with Malik. He was a bit excited. When he grabbed Malik between the legs, Malik gasped and closed his eyes.
"Revolting," he murmured.
"If you don't shut up I'll leave you like this for the whole journey."
Malik glared at him. "I'll kill you!"
"Yeah, sure." Mariku pushed Malik's shirt up.
"And if you tell anybody thereof..."
"Yeah, you'll slash me up and eat my guts." Mariku gaze wandered over Malik's upper body. He had never looked at it really closely. He had no nipples and his body was partially covered with scales. They followed no particular pattern, but Mariku suspected they covered all the vital organs. He put his hand on Malik's chest. The scales felt like warm stones. He felt Malik's rapid heartbeat beneath.
"Hurry up," demanded Malik and shifted uneasily back and forth.
"Relax." Mariku leaned down and kissed over Malik's chest. He felt Malik shivering and grinned. Right now the side effect of Bakura's medicine wasn't so bad. He had better control over his emotions again, and it strengthened his self-confidence.
Mariku opened Malik's pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. Malik was built like a human, apart from the scales that covered the inside of his thigh and partially his cock. Mariku touched the hard member. It felt almost hot. Slowly he let his hand slide up and down, eliciting a groan from Malik. Not a single hair, except on his head, covered Malik's body.
Mariku's own member pressed against the fabric of his pants.
"It's not so bad, right?"
"Shut up," snapped Malik and moaned briefly. "Scum like you…" He couldn't finish the sentence, because Mariku pressed the tip of his member gently and Malik could not suppress the moan.
Mariku paused in his movement. "You would prefer someone from your own race."
A face appeared in Malik's mind, but he repressed it. "Of course," he hissed. "This is ... degrading."
Mariku began to move his hand and watched Malik while he gave him a hand job. Perhaps he had been wrong and Malik hadn't had any bad experiences. He seemed not afraid of his touch. The movements of his hips told him, he wanted it. It only bothered Malik that he wasn't a Notechis.
Mariku leaned down and put his lips around Malik's erection. The sound that Malik made ran a shiver down Mariku's back.
"What are you doing?" Malik sounded confused and tugged at his bonds. "Is this how humans have sex?"
Mariku raised his head and licked his lips. "Doesn't your race have blowjobs?" Malik shook his head and Mariku raised an eyebrow. "How boring."
He leaned over Malik, so he could look him in the eyes. He kissed Malik briefly, but when he withdrew Malik followed him as far as he could. Mariku stroked his cheek. He kissed him again, this time longer and Malik returned it immediately. Mariku let his tongue slide in Malik's mouth. He felt the sharp teeth. Malik could bite off his tongue without difficulty. Malik's long flexible tongue curled around his. It was a strange, but exciting feeling. He imagined what it would be like if Malik's tongue wrapped around his cock as he was doing it with his tongue. On the other hand, he wanted the pointed teeth so far away from his manhood as possible. Mariku clawed his fingers into Malik's hair as their kiss became more passionate.
His free hand caressed Malik's cock and he rubbed his groin against Malik's leg.
But Malik suddenly turned his head to the side. "Stop."
Mariku kissed his cheek. "Come on," he whispered.
"No," snarled Malik. Venom was dripping from his fangs and Mariku sat up. He let his gaze wander over Malik's body and licked his lips.
"I wanted to do something different anyway." He grinned. "Enjoy it."
For a moment he remained in Malik. He had closed his eyes and heard his blood rushing through his ears. He sank exhausted forward, but caught himself at the last moment. His arms trembled as they had to bear Mariku's weight.
With a satisfied sigh, he plopped down on the mattress next to Malik and enjoyed the aftermath of his orgasm. Feelings of happiness flowed through his body. But he hadn't enough of Malik yet. He was looking for a place he could kiss without poisoning himself.
He found it at Malik's thigh. Mariku kissed the scales on the inside of Malik's legs and ran his tongue over them.
"Stop it," grumbled Malik, but Mariku didn't. He kissed and licked Malik's leg all the way up to his balls. As he began to kiss them as well, a shudder went through Malik's body and for a moment he raised his hips slightly. "Stop it," repeated Malik.
"Is your sperm toxic?" Mariku ignored his words.
"No," Malik replied, panting suppressed as Mariku's tongue licked along his penis. "That's enough now!" But his tone betrayed him. He enjoyed the licking and kissing and he wanted more of it.
Mariku swallowed and licked his lips. Malik's eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell rapidly. His lips were bitten bloody. Mariku lay down next to Malik. "Shall I untie you?"
"Not yet," Malik replied in a weak voice.
Mariku turned on his belly. In spite of his happiness, he felt an uncomfortable prickle in his back. Not a good sign, but he didn't want to think about it. He preferred watching Malik's face. Despite the blood, Mariku had never seen such a gentle expression on his face.
"Do you feel better now?" Malik opened his eyes; he hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. "Good." Mariku smiled at him. "I'm gonna cut you lose." He sat up and pain shot through his arm. He touched his shoulder, but carried it off well.
Mariku got out of bed and looked for his pocket knife. He emptied his trouser and jacket pockets, but his knife didn't show up. Mariku sighed and put his hand to his head as he remembered where his knife was. It was somewhere in the forest on the planet of the spider women.
Mariku slipped into his shorts. "I'll be right back," he informed Malik, who had again closed his eyes. Malik didn't respond.
Mariku rubbed his neck as he walked into the kitchen. His shoulder and his back itched. He touched his cheek and ran his fingers along the scratch Ryou gave him. The skin was tense.
He took a knife from the drawer and tried to make his way back, but Bakura stood at the door and grinned at him. He looked sickly. His cheeks were sunken and his skin stretched tight across his bones.
"I will say nothing," he leaned against the door frame, "especially not while you have this thing in your hand." He nodded to the knife in Mariku's hand.
Mariku looked down and then back at Bakura. "I'm feeling better." He didn't mention that the pain came back slowly.
"That's good." The grin didn't disappear from Bakura's lips and Mariku knew the reason for it all too well. Malik and he hadn't been exactly quiet. "So..."
"It's none of your business" Mariku cut him off.
"Oh come on, Mariku, tell me about it." Bakura stepped aside as Mariku approached him. Mariku shot him an angry glance while passing him. "Mariku! Tell me, at least, who topped!" Mariku ignored him.
Mariku sighed as he entered his room. Malik had his eyes still closed and breathed evenly. "Sorry, I got held up a bit." He cut the rope and Malik opened his eyes.
Malik lowered his arms and sat up, rubbing his wrists. He looked at his bloody palms. He wasn't worried about them. In a few hours the worst would be healed. He straightened is shoulders and wiped the venom from his mouth. He avoided looking at it Mariku.
Mariku sat down on the bed and watched as Malik put on underwear. His gaze wandered over the body of Notechis and he licked his lips. Suddenly he looked at him with different eyes, and he wouldn't mind repeating what they just did.
"You got those scars during sex, right?"
Malik turned and seemed like he wanted to snap at Mariku, but he limited it to an angry look. He turned his back on Mariku again and stomped, wearing only shorts, from the room.
Unexpectedly, it had felt good to sleep with Mariku, but asking about his scars had awakened unpleasant memories again. He hated the scars on his back; every single one of them. They were a sign of his weakness. Malik entered the bathroom. A sign of his powerlessness. He hit the wall and pain shot from his palm through his body. He left a bloody stain.
Malik didn't want to think of the past; never again. No one would ever leave a scar on his back again. He would rather face his execution.
Malik took off his shorts and turned on the water. He now knew it worked without pain just as well. He looked down at his claws. But not with someone of his race. Malik stepped into the shower, closed his eyes and raised his head. He let the hot water raining down on his face. He couldn't remember that he had ever been touched so gently before. His race consisted of merciless, cold-blooded warriors; there was no time for tenderness. Malik lowered his head and opened his eyes. To date, he hadn't even known how much he had longed for this kind of touches.
Malik was washing the sperm of his upper body and his mind went reluctantly to Mariku. It shamed him to admit that he had enjoyed every second. Especially those blowjobs as Mariku had called them. Malik stroked his hair back. His heartbeat had speeded up and he didn't like that. He turned off the water, but remained standing in the shower. Malik put a hand on his stomach. It was tingling. He didn't know what it was; he only knew the feeling from the war. The racing heart and the tingling in the stomach just before he shed the blood of his victim. Malik grinned and clenched his hands into fists. He missed it. But why did he feel that way now? There was no reason.
Malik toweled himself and put on the shorts, Mariku had lent him. It was time he finally got away from this scum.
When he came back into the room, Mariku lay on his stomach. One arm was hanging on the floor and he had closed his eyes. The blanket was neatly folded at the foot of the bed and their clothes folded on the table. Malik went to the bed. Mariku seemed to be asleep. He had his mouth slightly open and his breathing was regular, his body temperature had decreased slightly. Malik looked at him. He had never met anyone like Mariku. His body was so fragile, but incredibly strong at the same time. Unconsciously he brushed a strand of Mariku's hair aside and jerked back when he opened his eyes.
Mariku yawned. "I'm done," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Shall I give you something fresh to wear?" Malik nodded, and Mariku lifted himself up. Pain shot through his arm, and for a moment he grimaced. He touched his shoulder after he had risen.
"Does it hurt again?"
Mariku raised his eyebrows. He was surprised Malik asked. "Not that bad." He took his bag out of the closet and searched a few summer clothes for them. "Take that." Malik took the clothes and pressed them to his chest. "Maybe you should stay out of the sun." It wasn't that he didn't want any more sex with Malik, he was eager to do it again, but the pain came back and soon he would again have difficulties to move.
Malik frowned. "You can't tell me what to do," he grumbled and pulled a T-shirt over his head.
"I was just saying." Mariku grinned. "I don't think you want me to humiliate you again." Before Malik could reply, Mariku leaned forward and kissed him. Their kiss lasted only for a few seconds before Malik pulled back and wiped his lips.
"Don't do that again," hissed Malik and threw his pants at Mariku. Mariku caught them. He was still grinning. "And stop that stupid grinning!"
Mariku raised his hands apologetically. "It's all right." He put his pants on the table and sat down onto the mattress. "Do you want something for your hands?"
Malik shrugged. "It will heal."
Yawning Mariku stroked his neck. "Your call." He yawned again. "I'm bushed." He pulled the blanket over him and lay back on his stomach.
A few minutes passed, until Malik settled down on the mattress as well. Mariku smiled slightly and turned his head in Malik's direction. He lifted the blanket. Undecided Malik stared at him. Finally, he sighed and lay down beside Mariku beneath the blanket.
"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
Mariku chuckled. "I know." He slipped a little closer to Malik and this time Malik didn't withdraw. "I know."