A/N: This chapter is my attempt at being romantic, and how I think these two couples would interpret a dilemma like 'prom night tradition'. For those of you who might still be lost as to what that is, it is the night after prom, where it is said that couples "should" have sex. Which is absolute rubbish in my opinion...but hey, what can you say? Anyways, there's quite a bit of lime, yadda-yadda-yadda...this fic is already rated T, what am I talking about, you shouldn't be reading this if that offends you!
Disclaimer: Not Mine!
*Yaoi lime scene. Skip to next bolded section if you do not like boys kissing*
"Marik, do you want" –Ryou's nervous words were cut off by a pair of lips on his, followed by a tongue that went straight down his throat. Eyes widening hugely, he dropped the can in his hand with a thunk, allowing Marik to actually pick him up, carrying him into a bedroom that Ryou vaguely recognized as his.
He kissed him back, tongue working around his aggressive boyfriend's while their lips parted in steamy fierce action, circling his legs around his slim waist. That lasted up until the door shut behind them, and Ryou suddenly felt himself being dropped, or rather thrown, down on the bed courtesy of two strong hands.
He opened his eyes woozily to see Marik pulling off his own shirt before climbing in on top of Ryou, reclaiming his lips in a more persuasively romantic way this time.
"Marik," Ryou sighed tensing a little bit as Marik ran practiced fingers down his side teasingly.
"Yes...?" He drew out between each short kiss, not allowing Ryou to get any real words in, or get his feelings straight. He knew all his weaknesses, all the things that scattered any resistance he half heartedly put up. Marik was physical and pushy but he never pushed to far –he knew when it was time to stop.
"It's not like we haven't gone this far before," he murmured against his lips, opening light purple eyes to look down at him, lips simply pressed together, not moving despite the way he lay on top of him heavily. Where his hands rested around Ryou's waist he started to tug at the shirt, slowly pulling it un-tucked. It would be much easier to take off that way he knew.
Ryou blinked the shiny sheen of lust present in his eyes and before he could stop himself his tongue flickered out, running languidly along the hot seam of his lover's lips. Marik opened for him as though to say hey, I let you make the first move, don't complain.
He closed his eyes again when Ryou gave a small moan, hands stroking Marik's bare back. He could still remembered trying to scrub off the make-up that had been slathered on Marik's dark golden skin for his second dance where he was shirtless to cover the numerous deep scars covering his back.
The scar tissue was so bad in places that you'd be able to see the bumps if he ever wore a really tight shirt. Still, at moments like this it was hard not to find it a little sexy despite how sobering the stories of how he got them must be.
Tracing one of the longer scars around to Marik's side, he felt him quiver under the touch where he ran light fingers up and down the canal the scar made, crossing his sensitive side over and over again. He could feel the tight tremble of Marik's muscles as he resisted the touch, and Ryou grinned into the kiss, continuing with his teasing touch until Marik pulled out of the kiss with a small gasp, hand shooting to his side to catch Ryou's hand.
The look on his face was priceless, a cross of hysterical laughter and pain from how he ticklish he was. Ryou took the opportunity to yank the fist closed around his hand violently, effectively switching their positions.
It was the only time he ever got to be on top. Marik was much, much bigger and stronger than him, ego-wise and muscle-wise, only cheep tricks like that when Marik was distracted allowed him to pin the bigger boy.
"Pinned," he whispered cheekily, kissing Marik's neck seductively. It was another soft spot of Marik's, but wasn't it everyone's? It was something Ryou enjoyed doing, kissing and licking at the skin of his tanned neck, able to feel him swallow and twist beneath him. How many kisses would take before he moaned for more?
Marik's hands became busy, sliding underneath Ryou's shirt, scraping blunt nails against the goose bumps of his pale skin. A low moan erupted from his lips as Ryou started sucking just to the side of his jugular.
"Ra, Ryou, I don't understand how you're still a virgin," he said an almost breathless tone that made every hair on Ryou's body stand up like he'd been electrocuted very pleasantly.
"Well...I've had four boyfriends and they all taught me different things..." He said pulling back to look down at Marik with half lidded eyes as he straddled his waist comfortably while Marik lay with his back propped up on the pillows of his bed.
"One taught me this..." He leaned forward, to hug Marik gently for a long moment. Marik softened, embracing him back as he buried his face in the familiar smell of his white locks.
"The second this..." Ryou kissed his lips, playing at his lips with his tongue for another minute before pulling away again.
"Number three..." His lips were on the burning skin of his neck again, sucking slowly in an almost punishing way, like he was sucking all the desire inside him right to the surface, forcing him to bite back another moan.
"And number four?" He muttered dazedly, blinking star spangled eyes. Nee-san was going to kill him for having hickies tomorrow, but he couldn't make himself care right now.
"Number four? That went something like this..." Ryou said with a small laugh as he trailed suddenly confident hands down Marik's toned chest all the way to his abs where they paused. Marik drew a quick breath, wondering exactly where Ryou was going with this.
Rounding out his back, he gave him the answer as his lips brushed over the rippling muscle of his chest playfully, dropping a couple kisses and carving a couple paths with his tongue before flickering it out against the delicate pink skin of his chest. Marik hissed, jerking beneath him, though he just held his body closer as though to prolong the almost agonizingly good sensation.
"Funny, that's almost the same reaction I had," Ryou said, dark eyes flicker up to where Marik's head lay as he slid down in the bed, breathing roughly to control himself.
"I'm going to kill whoever taught you that," Marik groaned loudly, chest rising and falling beneath Ryou's, his eyes shut tight.
"He's already dead," the other replied with a shrug, and Marik's eyes popped wide open.
"It was a joke," Ryou assured him, raising his hands just long enough for Marik to sit up, re-pinning him firmly to the bed so his head was where Marik's feet had just been. This time it was Ryou's head that was spinning with the sudden switch.
"Wow," he mumbled, blinking his eyes rapidly.
"You know I've killed people before, right?" Marik asked, suddenly serious as he hovered over him, hands by his shoulders.
"I know," Ryou said simply, wide eyes innocent. He hadn't actually known, since Marik had never said so explicitly, but he had guessed that much on his own.
"And you don't mind?" Ryou thought for a long moment, tilting his head so it lay against Marik's hand, then finally smiled a little sadly and said, "A little, but not much."
"Why?" Ryou stared straight into his eyes, smile growing more.
"Because I can see that you're sorry," he whispered back and Marik shuddered.
"You have no idea," he said in a tortured voice. The smaller boy beneath him propped himself up on his elbow as well as he could beneath the cavern of his arms so that he could kiss his lips warmly.
"I don't see you as a murderer," he said quietly when he pulled away. Marik stared down at him dazedly then lifted one hand to push him back down, sitting back a bit on his knees that they straddled Ryou's waist as he began unbuttoning his shirt all the way to the bottom one-handed.
He slid the now open shirt away from his bare chest, though to take it off completely he would have to let Ryou get up, which he wasn't willing to do. Leaning closer, he placed one hand on his lips then let it curve over his chin, down his throat, over the collar bone and onto his chest in one slow stroke.
Ryou held perfectly still, practically not breathing as they stared into each other's eyes.
The hand slid down to his abs and Marik had to sit back a little again so that he could slide it down the firm six-pack all the way to the bottom of his flat stomach. He felt Ryou's breathe coming quicker beneath his palm, and then he gave a small frustrated moan, letting his head fall back.
Marik started to pull his hand away but Ryou's appeared quick as a flash, pinning it back down to his lower abs.
"No, no, keep going," he said in a breathy voice to Marik's surprise.
"Are you sure" –
"Marik." The amount of desire in his voice convinced Marik. That night the ex-murderer robbed him of his innocence, and the angelic boy gave it smiling.
Back to Yami and Anzu
Yami carried her bridal style right out of the car into his apartment complex where he ran up the entire two flights of stairs to his own place, laughing the whole way as she clung to him. When he refused to put her down to get the keys she reached into his back pocket herself, pulling them out rather slowly and flirtatiously before unlocking the door.
He kicked it open, then shut again, carrying her over to the sofa where he set her down on her feet before dropping onto the couch looking exhausted in a half sitting position. She weighed almost nothing, but those were some long stairs! She looked down at him questioningly.
"So what now?" She asked with a small laugh as he grinned, holding out his arms lazily to her.
"Come here, I'm too tired to get up," he said playfully as she crawled up on the sofa into his arms to nestle down on his chest contentedly, curled there in a resting position.
"Hey, you're not supposed to go to sleep," he teased, running his hand through her hair as she shifted with a small giggle.
"I'm not, I'm not!" She promised, looking up at him with sparkling eyes. Then he grew more serious, hooking his hands around the back of her thighs and lifting her into a straddle position around his waist so he could then grab the small of her back, pulling her down on him to kiss her to his heart's desire –which was quite a lot.
There was nothing playful about his kissing now as he initiated a make out session that he no plans of ending any time soon. She shifted against him to put her arms around him, her chest now pressed to his as their lips parted again passionately making small romantic noises as they did so.
She lowered herself on him completely and he raised a knee at her side. She took advantage, rolling off the couch with a yank and made sure it was him that hit the floor with a muffled thump and slight groan.
He'd probably have a bruise there tomorrow but he stopped caring immediately as her hands curled tightly around his shoulders, shoving him down on the ground while her legs shifted around his waist.
"I'm not an expert," she said in a light voice by his ear, nibbling at it slightly, "But I'm pretty sure what I just did is called foreplay?" Her fingers went to work undoing the buttons of his shirt, and she was pretty good at it for someone who had never done it before.
Then again after seeing her with Ishtar that way...with a growl he shifted onto his side, catching her with one arm before she could hit the floor.
"Oh no, not here you don't," he said in a low tone as he jumped to his feet, lifting her up after him. She stood unsteadily for a moment before suddenly jumping, her knees hitches up around his hips firmly so that she was pretty much supporting her own weight.
He actually recognized this move straight out of her dance. He slid his hands over her skirt to support her bottom even though she clearly didn't need it as he carried her into the bedroom, lying her down gently on the bed.
Being the only one who lived here he didn't even need to pause to close the door.
He was curious to see if she'd make a break for the top again, but she seemed perfectly contented underneath him as she finished removing his shirt, hands roaming his chest and back with slow stroking motions. He liked it; it felt right and extremely provocative.
Things became heated between their lips again, providing him with the distraction to undo the ties of her dress though he didn't try to remove it yet, instead ducking down to run his tongue along the long bare stretch of skin across her entire front all the way up to her chest. He'd wanted to do that since he first saw her in it.
Her fingers slid through his belt loops, tightening as she pulled him closer. He arched his hips, sliding his hand up under her skirt and her breath hitched then fluttered but she didn't stop him. Only when his fingers were actually hooked around the elastic band of her undergarments did she finally give in, grabbing his hand in hers.
"Y-Yami," she stammered, face red from their fierce make out and shame from having to ask him to stop.
"Shh, don't be ashamed," he whispered in a rough but soothing voice as he kissed her neck and then her cheeks gently, his skin hot against hers. "It's okay not to be ready, we've never been this far before," he said, opening his eyes which were bright, his pupils dilated, but he was smiling, not patiently or kindly but like he was radiating confidence and pleasure.
She still looked nervous and he just chuckled, rolling over to lye next to her and hold her playfully against his chest now, cuddling her in his arms.
"You know, we don't have to have sex just because of some tradition. Back when I was ruler of Egypt, it was tradition for the men of the court to visit the royal harem at least once a week. You have no idea how much I regret that now," he whispered to her and shivered at the idea of her Yami with some poor prostitute girl most likely forced into the royal harem.
She couldn't seem him forcing it on anyone, but still...it comforted her hugely that he had never slept with anyone else in this body. It made her a lot more comfortable about saving hers as well.
"I'm still sorry," she murmured into his skin, and he just laughed, surprising her. He sounded...almost enthusiastic about her refusal.
"Don't be sorry, Anzu-chan. I've never been happier in my entire very long life before. All I've ever been with before are admittedly very easy girls; after all, I was pharaoh, who could refuse me? But now I'm not a pharaoh or even a teacher, I have zero responsibility and I'm also in bed with this extremely sexy woman who actually respects herself," he said the end bit with a small growl picking himself just enough to roll over and pull her up on his chest. She looked down at his smiling face uncertainly.
"Now it's your turn," he explain with a little smirk as the straps of her dress fell forward, the dress only held up by the elasticity of the fabric now. She traced his body with her eyes, coming to rest on the low slung waist band of his pants. Narrowing her eyes she raised them back to his face.
"You want me to take off your pants?" She asked to be certain and his grin only grew, folding his hands behind his head casually.
"If you want to," he said with a small shrug and the passionate challenging flame inside of her flared.
"Only if you can handle it," she responded in a teasing whisper. Her fingers found the button of his pants, quickly releasing it then sliding down the zipper. Sitting back she tugged off his pants before chucking them to the side. It would be a lie to say he didn't find that sight arousing.
"Sure you can handle it?" She breathed, sliding her hand up his chest as she stretched across him to kiss his collar bone.
"Maybe," he admitted in a tight voice. Jumping off the bed she stood there smirking down at him as he lay on the bed helplessly.
"Do you have a shirt I can wear?" She asked and he blinked, looking confused. "Yami," She said patiently, putting her hands on the bed as she leaned over him with a playful smile. "You do realize that I'm not wearing a bra right?" She was very interested to see him actually blush, obviously having realized a long time ago that she wasn't.
"Second drawer on the left," he mumbled, cheeks still burning as she chirped her thanks, walking over to open said drawer and pulled out an oversized shirt. She stepped inside the closest to remove her dress and give him a chance to cool down while she slipped into the comfortable cotton shirt.
Stepping back out, he was sitting on the edge of the bed now, staring at her appreciatively. Standing up silently he walked over to kiss her heatedly.
"Yami" –she started as he began lifting the hem of the long shirt but he just shook his head quickly.
"No, no, I can handle this, it's something I have to do," he insisted, dropping to his knees as he kissed from her ankles to her hips slowly almost reverently, before raising to her stomach, lifting the shirt as he went.
His kisses and gentle caresses slowly covered her whole body as he lifted the shirt all the way up before finally letting it drop again. He collapsed backwards on the bed, carrying her with him. She gave a muffled squeak but he just held her silently to his chest, collecting himself.
Whatever that was that he had just done, she had no doubt it was extremely erotic for both of them, but it was something more to. He had explored her body fearlessly while not taking anything from her, just looking and touching and claiming her as his own.
As they lay on the bed together in silence, her eyelids grew heavy, and eventually she fell asleep in his bed, curled in his warm protective arms that were exclusively hers.
A/N: So I'm not sure how many of you read the first part, but whether you did or not I hope you enjoyed the chapter...this is definitely the limiest thing I've ever written, so it was an interesting experience for me. How many of you were surprised by their decisions? Let me know; I'm curious to see if I surprised anyone or did what you expected!
Next chapter is the last chapter...yes that's right...the last chapter...oh my, this story has been going on for so long I don't know how I'll say goodbye to it. But I won't give my final adieu until next chapter, so make sure to tune in for it!