[fic] First Time Fireworks
※ Pairing - Malik/Ryou
※ Written - July 2, 2003 - December 1, 2003
※ Warnings - a really bad LEMON. Like REALLY BAD.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
Yugi beamed as he watched Joey danced around the group as they walked toward the Game Shop. “Tonight is gonna be so fun!” The blonde stated as he finally stopped and walked beside Yugi, though there was still a slight skip to his step.
“Of course it is Joey, you just want to pig out on the cotton candy.” Tristan rolled his eyes.
Joey glared at him, “What was that?”
Ryou blinked, realizing what was about to happen, and that he was in Joey’s path. He quickly ducked out of the way, jumping on Malik’s back as Joey grabbed Tristan in a headlock and both of them fell to the ground where Ryou had been standing. He breathed a sigh of relief, then a sigh of another kind as two strong arms supported him off the ground. “I haven’t been to a carnival for along time.” He stated into the bronzed ear, “And I haven’t seen fireworks since I was little and my mom was still alive.”
Malik grinned impishly, hefting the light body higher up on his back. “Well, I’ve never been to a carnival and I’ve never seen a fireworks show. It sounds interesting.”
Everyone except Ryou stopped and blinked at him, “You’ve never seen fireworks?” They practically chorused that together.
“Well,” Malik began as if talking to children. “Being kept underground until I was about eleven and then focusing half my attention on becoming pharaoh and the other half on a hot little reincarnated tomb robber, I never really found the time.” He grinned, knowing Ryou had blushed.
“Oh yeah!” Joey slapped the side of his head; he’d climbed off of Tristan when the Egyptian had confessed about the fireworks.
“You’ll get to see them tonight!” Tea smiled as she helped Tristan off the ground. “Who else is coming anyway?”
Yugi seemed to think, “Yami was going to meet up with us there, and Bakura’s going to be with him, and of course wherever Bakura goes Marik goes.”
“Scary thought…though it should probably be ‘whenever Bakura comes, Marik comes’, but I digress.” Malik muttered, trying to ignore the little waves of pleasurable warmth that sped through his body as Ryou moved slightly to get a better grip around his neck.
“Mai was going to come to the Game Shop with Duke after supper and Mokuba’s dragging Seto to the park sometime after seven o-clock when Seto gets off work.” Yugi remembered, “And I suspected the rest of us were going to go together, if some people can keep their hands off each other.”
Malik shot a glare at Yugi, “Hey, we’ve never done it in a janitors closet with a certain CEO in the middle of class.”
Yugi blushed at that comment, but was ready with a comeback, a sure sign a certain thief was spending too much time with a certain pharaoh around a certain little boy. “Yeah? Have you ever even done it?” His response was silence and this surprised Yugi. “Malik? Ryou?”
“No.” They both shrugged.
“What?” Joey practically shrieked, causing everyone to wince. “Battle City was a year ago! You two were together near the end of that! You haven’t fucked yet?”
Malik face faulted, “Such an endearment.” He muttered, then glared at the other blonde, “The term ‘fucked’ isn’t what I’d call something done with Ryou.” He spat. “Besides, shouldn’t you be worried about your own sex-life Joey? Or lack thereof?”
“Malik.” Ryou hissed quietly and Malik shut his mouth.
“Hey, I was just curious as to why!” Joey shrugged, realizing that he had overstepped Malik’s ‘comfortable’ boundaries and had headed directly into the Egyptian’s ‘Go-There-and-Die’ boundaries. The platinum haired boy was very protective of Ryou, and Joey, as well as the others knew neither one of them would push the other if one was not ready.
From there Yugi changed the subject and whatever the subject had been it lead to Tristan and Joey fighting again. “Hello Grandpa!” Yugi smiled at his grandfather as most of the group entered the shop; they left Joey and Tristan to fight outside.
“Hello kids.” Solomon Motou smiled as they walked to the counter he sat behind. “How was school today?” He wondered.
“Slow.” Yugi muttered.
“Boring.” Malik added.
Solomon laughed, “I see. Well, excited about the carnival?” He wondered.
“Of course!” Yugi grinned brightly; “Did Yami say anything before he left? He was supposed to tell you where he, Bakura and Marik are going to meet us.” Yugi explained.
Solomon recalled back before the spirits had left the game shop. There had been cursing in an ancient language, insane laughter and of course this was all followed up by threats of certain persons losing certain body parts by a certain Millennium Rod. “Wait, he did leave something.” Solomon remembered, handing Yugi a piece of paper that had been placed under the till.
Yugi unfolded it and looked at it, “Huh?” He muttered, staring at the two circles, one inside the other. “I don’t get it.”
Malik laughed though and Ryou giggled from atop his back. “We do.” They both said together.
Tea made a face, “It’s not one of their perverted thoughts again, is it?” She grimaced, knowing how the darker spirit’s minds worked.
Ryou chuckled lightly, “No, it’s nothing like that at all.”
“Don’t worry about it now, we’ll take you to meet the others when we go.” Malik promised and exactly two hours and thirty-seven minutes later, Malik and Ryou showed the others, along with Duke and Mai, where Yami, Bakura and Marik were going to meet them.
A Mini Donuts stand.
“Marik and Bakura have a fetish for them or something.” Ryou explained sheepishly.
“Oh, now I get the picture.” Yugi nodded, “It’s supposed to be a donut.” He rolled his eyes. “Yami really should pay attention when he’s in art class.” He shrugged as they walked over to a group of tables set a little off to the side of the Mini Donut Stand. “Hey guys!” Yugi greeted as he sat down beside his spirit.
“Hello.” Yami smiled at his light as the others all joined them.
“Stuffing your face again, Marik?” Malik raised an eyebrow; “It always seems like you have to have something in your mouth.” He teased.
Marik’s lavender eyes narrowed as he glared at his own human, “Watch it mortal before you suddenly choke on a donut that’s been shoved down your throat.” He teased back.
“Always threatening to shove something down someone’s throat, aren’t you Marik?” Malik rolled his eyes playfully as he sat down beside Ryou, who sat down beside Bakura at the table. The others gathered around as well.
“Hey, no scarring my light’s innocence and naïvativity.” Bakura grunted as he munched on his sugary goodness.
Marik blinked, “I know I’m not…um, well sane.” He began and everyone nodded, “But I don’t think naïvativity is a word Baku-kun.”
Everyone stopped and looked at the tomb robber, knowing how much the white haired fiend hated to be corrected. He just grunted, “Sounded better than naïvyness.” He shrugged.
Marik blinked his lavender eyes thinking this over, then nodded, “You’re right.” And with that the dark evil spirit went back to his donuts.
“Ryou’s not innocent!” Duke snorted, “Look at his boyfriend! How can he still be innocent?” He muttered and Mai nodded in agreement.
Ryou shot a glare at Duke; “I’m still a virgin, is that good enough for you?”
Duke blinked, then shrugged, “Sure you are.”
Ryou rolled his eyes but inwardly he was beginning to wonder if it was a big deal. He and Malik always had fun together no matter what they did and though they’d talked about it, neither of them thought that having sex was that big of a thing. Oh, they knew they both wanted to, eventually, but at the moment they were fine. At least…Ryou thought they were. Could Malik have been saying everything just for Ryou’s sake?
Ryou glanced over at his bronzed skin boyfriend. Malik was now arguing with Duke about Ryou’s chastity. The idea was a nice one, being with Malik in the most complete way, but it was a scary idea too. Ryou knew he wanted to be with Malik and he knew that Malik wanted to be with him, but Ryou also knew that Malik would never push him to do anything and he loved the boy for it. But what did Malik think about them not being truly physical?
He’d talk to Malik that night and with that thought, he was able to relax. “Duke shut up and Malik leave it alone.” He muttered, rolling his eyes as the two of them threatened to make it a physical argument.
“But Ryou!” Malik whined loudly, causing half of the group to snicker.
“Makky, you know the truth, let Duke’s perverted imagination work it’s magic.” Ryou smiled innocently before said smile turned into a smirk. “Besides, if he likes to image you and me having sex we can’t exactly stop him.” He shrugged, grinned triumphantly when Duke’s eyes widened and his face grew red.
Malik laughed as he wrapped his arms around Ryou and kissed him full on the lips. “I love you, you know that? Only you could shut Duke up!” He laughed again, this time at Duke’s expense.
Ryou only shook his head, then glanced at the dark haired boy, “Duke, just by curiosity…who do you picture on top?” He raised an eyebrow and this time Duke caught on and the boy grinned.
“You Ryou, always you.” He knew Ryou had gotten him good and he wasn’t about to get upset. That’s what Joey always did.
Malik ‘hmphed’ and crossed his arms to pout, however, he was unable to finish his pouting as Ryou grabbed his hand, “Well, now that we’ve met up, let’s have some fun!”
The day was spent on rides, fast and slow, games, candy and more mini donuts - which Bakura and Marik decided had their own food group.
As the sky grew dark and the air got cooler everyone at the carnival had began to gather around the pond in the middle of the park. The fireworks were going to be shot from a small island in the middle of the pond and everyone would be able to see them.
Malik gazed up at the sky, waiting patiently for the fireworks show to start. He wasn’t in a hurry to see them, though he’d never seen anything like it before. He was content to hold Ryou within his arms, a blanket keeping them warm. He sighed softly as he smiled to himself, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he leaned back against the large tree he’d sat in front of.
His eyes snapped open in shock and surprise a second later as he felt a hand deliberately rub against the crotch of his jeans. “R-Ryou?” He stuttered slightly, then gasped as the hand slipped inside said jeans, delicate fingers tentatively wrapping around the length of his flesh.
“I want you Malik.” Ryou whispered softly, leaning his head back against Malik’s shoulder. “I’ll stop if you don’t want to, but I wanted you to know that I’m ready whenever you are.” He promised, squeezing the column of flesh slightly.
“N-now?” Malik’s eyes widened, then fluttered shut at the slight pleasure he was receiving.
“Anytime.” Ryou whispered, gently nibbling on Malik’s ear lobe. “It would be fun to see if we can be quiet so the others don’t realize.”
“A-are you sure?” Malik whispered, wrapping his arms around Ryou’s waist and pulling the smaller boy so their bodies were pressed together, Ryou having to straddle Malik’s waist. “First…times are supposed to be…special.” He panted out as Ryou’s hand continued exploring.
Ryou only smiled, gently pressing a kiss against Malik’s chin. “Anytime with you would be special Malik.” He whispered sincerely.
Malik panted slightly, “You’re really making it hard to say no.” He muttered, chuckling lightly.
“Why say no?” Ryou asked, trailing kisses on the underside of Malik’s jaw.
“We don’t have anything to make it easier.” Malik finally reasoned, though by that time his body was more than ready to join with Ryou’s.
Ryou suddenly giggled, “Actually…”
“What?!” Malik pulled back, looking at the boy in surprise. Had he planned this?
Ryou only giggled some more and shook his head; “I was just going to say that I have hand lotion. Don’t get so excited…wait a minute, ignore that last part.” He grinned impishly and Malik had to smile at him.
“You’re horny.” Malik rubbed his nose against Ryou’s.
“So are you.” Ryou pointed out as he grabbed the jacket he had discarded when Malik had wrapped them up in the blanket. He quickly grabbed the hand lotion, then leaned back into the Egyptian’s embrace.
“Are you sure about this?” Malik whispered, gently nuzzling Ryou’s neck as the boy struggled with something under the blanket. Ryou only grabbed his hand, moving it to the front of his own jeans.
“Does that answer your question?” Ryou gasped as Malik squeezed the hardness through his pants.
Malik only grinned as he leaned back against the tree again, relaxing as Ryou continued to struggle with something. At first Malik was unsure of what he was doing, but then Ryou grabbed his hand again and this time he didn’t run into the confining jeans Ryou had been wearing. Leisurely he stroked along Ryou’s member, the silver-haired boy biting his lip to keep from moaning as he leaned completely back against Malik.
“Want you…” Ryou whispered softly as he subtly thrust into the tunnel of Malik’s hand. They’d easily gone this far - though both would admit it hadn’t been for a while, but they’d always stop before they could go all the way.
That was about to change.
Malik breathed in Ryou’s scent. “I’m going to ask one more time. Are you sure?” He asked, gently nipping at Ryou’s shoulder. He was answered with something being shoved into his hand. He realized a second later that it was the hand lotion. Chuckling lowly he moved his hands away from Ryou - much to the disappointment of the panting boy.
“How much longer do we hafta wait?” Joey muttered, a fair distance from the two.
“It’s almost time.” Yugi promised.
Malik squeezed some of the cold liquid onto his fingers. He couldn’t see because of the blanket, but he’d have to make due. Tenderly, he caressed the warm skin along Ryou’s back and the pale boy got the hint. Ryou raised himself slightly onto his knees, so he wasn’t totally pressed against Malik. Malik sat up so the blanket wasn’t pulled and nobody got a sneak peek of Ryou’s obvious arousal from the opened front.
He trailed a dry finger along the curve of Ryou’s cheek, caressing the boy lightly. He felt Ryou shutter beside him as his finger dipped between the two cheeks and gently teasing the tight entrance. Having found his treasure, Malik used one of the fingers covered with hand lotion and brought it to Ryou’s backside. He circled the puckered hole, the cold lotion causing Ryou to shiver and jerk slightly, but he quickly relaxed again.
Malik was still slightly hesitant, he didn’t want to hurt Ryou at all…but his need was beginning to bother him and the throbbing between his legs had steadily grown worse. This was a place he’d never touched before. Carefully, with a little bit of pressure, he sank his finger inside the heat of Ryou’s body.
“Oh god.” Ryou whispered as he clenched his muscles.
Worried, Malik stopped, “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” Ryou shook his head, “Feels so good. Keep going.” He encouraged, looking over his shoulder and smiling. “I’m not going to break if it hurts Malik.”
Malik nodded, though he promised himself he’d do his best to rid the chance of any pain. He moved his finger, caressing the inner walls surrounding him. After a moment, he pulled his finger out. Ignoring Ryou’s disappointed sigh, Malik used more of the lotion, then dipped his finger back in, this time his middle finger joined the first. Ryou’s breath hitched as he was slightly stretched. It didn’t really hurt, but it was slightly uncomfortable. He was just happy that it didn’t last long and he was craving more within him. He moved slightly, pushing down on Malik’s fingers, hoping the other boy would get the idea.
Luckily, Malik did and he removed his hand once again. He used more of the lotion, and replaced his two fingers with three. This time Ryou did wince, but he waited the discomfort out and soon his hips were moving in time with Malik’s caressing. He gasped suddenly and arched when Malik rubbed against something inside him. It had taken all of his willpower not to scream out right and alert everyone of what they were doing.
“Are you okay?” Malik wondered, though he knew what he’d done, he was still slightly worried about Ryou’s reaction. Some guys didn’t like having their prostate touched.
“Fine…oh god…if you do that again I can’t promise I won’t scream.” Ryou whispered, sinking back slightly as his knees grew tired from his weight.
Malik smiled and kissed Ryou’s ear, “I’ll try not to, though when we’re alone and in a bed, I’m going to make you scream until you lose your voice. Understand?”
Ryou smirked as he leaned back against Malik’s body, “Yes master. Now hurry up! I want you inside me now!”
“Impatient as always.” Malik smiled, though he wasted no time in undoing the belt to his own jeans and undoing the fly. He moaned softly into Ryou’s ear as he stroked himself, “Ooh Ryou, I’m so hard.” He murmured, “Look what you do to me.”
Ryou only grinned, “And I better be the only one.”
Malik laughed, “Always.” He promised as he took the lotion again, this time squirting a lot of it into the middle of his hand. He coated his own flesh with the cold liquid; a shiver ran up his spine and caused his skin to prickle. “Lean back slowly.” He whispered as he positioned himself against Ryou’s body.
Slowly Ryou pushed back, wincing as he felt the head of Malik’s penis pushing passed the reluctant ring of muscle. It hurt for a moment, though Ryou had expected it, and he was delighted to find that once the head was inside him, the rest easily slipped in. Ryou sank completely against Malik, having to fight the urge to moan out loud.
They were complete! It felt so right to have Malik’s heat within him like this and now he could understand why Bakura was so obsessed with sex.
“Oh Ra,” Malik panted, leaning his chin against Ryou’s shoulder, “You are so tight…I think you may crush me!” He whimpered, moving his free hands to Ryou’s front. Ryou clutched the blanket to his shoulders as Malik’s hands gently moved into his shirt, caressing and pinching him in all the right places. “Ry…” Malik breathed, “I don’t think we can do this by moving…it would be too obvious.” He whispered as the pleasure threatened to overtake him. How he wanted to move! He wanted to lay Ryou down and take him completely, but he forced himself to stay as still as he could.
Ryou was out of breath as well as he arched again, pressing even further onto Malik’s manhood. “It’s okay.” He promised, “Having you inside me, like this is enough.” He turned toward Malik’s face, both of his eyes closed. One eye suddenly opened though and the brown orb glared at the Egyptian, “But you better keep your word about making me scream later.” He teased, causing Malik to grin.
“I always keep my promises.” Malik whispered as he kissed Ryou’s mouth, pushing his tongue passed the welcoming lips and immediately searching out that oh-so-familiar and friendly tongue he’d come to love and know. They were lost within each other and Malik wasn’t certain how long they’d just sat there, but the throbbing, now surrounded by a scorching heat was demanding some attention and he knew just how to get it.
Slowly, as he plundered Ryou’s willing mouth, he moved his hands down toward Ryou’s neglected erection. Gently, he wrapped one hand around the heated flesh and pumped him slowly. Ryou broke the kiss and moaned softly into Malik’s ear as the silver-haired boy unconsciously clenched and unclenched the muscles surrounding Malik. Knowing that Ryou wouldn’t be able to hold back his moans, Malik locked their mouths together again as he used his other hand to gather the hanging sacs under Ryou’s member. Ryou’s body jerked as Malik squeezed them slightly and the Egyptian could easily feel the trembling within Ryou.
Slowly, Malik began to pick up his pace, knowing that they didn’t have much time left. He’d completely forgotten about where they were and the pops and gasps around him hardly even registered to his ears. What finally did register was Ryou’s muffled gasp and the sudden tightening of the body he was in. He continued to pump Ryou through his orgasm, and the clenching and unclenching of those heavenly muscles around him caused stars to explode before his closed eyes. That, combined with the warmth that surrounded him, not just from Ryou’s body, but from the boy’s heart, not to mention the three little words Ryou had just whispered, easily brought Malik to his completion.
All the bones in Ryou’s body seemed to melt and the boy collapsed against Malik’s form. Malik only smiled and kissed Ryou’s neck and cheek as his hands gently moved against the boy’s skin, calming him down from his high. “I love you too.” Malik whispered, planting a chaste kiss on the boy’s bruised lips. Voices suddenly registered again and Malik became aware of where they were. “We need to get cleaned up and dressed again.” He whispered into Ryou’s ear.
“I know.” Ryou sighed as he carefully pulled away from Malik, causing the other boy to slip from within him. After gently tucking Malik away safely, and doing up the zipper and studded belt, Ryou hiked up his own pants and replaced the offending garments just as the others decided that the show had been exciting enough but now it was time to go home.
“So Malik, how’d you like the fireworks?” Yugi wondered as the others joined them by the tree.
Malik blinked, still dazed from what he and Ryou had just done. “Fireworks?” He asked, confused.
Yugi giggled, “Yeah, you know, the fireworks! Don’t tell me you missed them!” The smaller boy shook his head.
“You didn’t see the fireworks?” Joey raised an eyebrow.
Malik grinned suddenly, “Oh no,” He shook his head, taking Ryou’s hand in his, “I saw fireworks alright.”
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※ Written - July 2, 2003 - December 1, 2003
※ Warnings - a really bad LEMON. Like REALLY BAD.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
Yugi beamed as he watched Joey danced around the group as they walked toward the Game Shop. “Tonight is gonna be so fun!” The blonde stated as he finally stopped and walked beside Yugi, though there was still a slight skip to his step.
“Of course it is Joey, you just want to pig out on the cotton candy.” Tristan rolled his eyes.
Joey glared at him, “What was that?”
Ryou blinked, realizing what was about to happen, and that he was in Joey’s path. He quickly ducked out of the way, jumping on Malik’s back as Joey grabbed Tristan in a headlock and both of them fell to the ground where Ryou had been standing. He breathed a sigh of relief, then a sigh of another kind as two strong arms supported him off the ground. “I haven’t been to a carnival for along time.” He stated into the bronzed ear, “And I haven’t seen fireworks since I was little and my mom was still alive.”
Malik grinned impishly, hefting the light body higher up on his back. “Well, I’ve never been to a carnival and I’ve never seen a fireworks show. It sounds interesting.”
Everyone except Ryou stopped and blinked at him, “You’ve never seen fireworks?” They practically chorused that together.
“Well,” Malik began as if talking to children. “Being kept underground until I was about eleven and then focusing half my attention on becoming pharaoh and the other half on a hot little reincarnated tomb robber, I never really found the time.” He grinned, knowing Ryou had blushed.
“Oh yeah!” Joey slapped the side of his head; he’d climbed off of Tristan when the Egyptian had confessed about the fireworks.
“You’ll get to see them tonight!” Tea smiled as she helped Tristan off the ground. “Who else is coming anyway?”
Yugi seemed to think, “Yami was going to meet up with us there, and Bakura’s going to be with him, and of course wherever Bakura goes Marik goes.”
“Scary thought…though it should probably be ‘whenever Bakura comes, Marik comes’, but I digress.” Malik muttered, trying to ignore the little waves of pleasurable warmth that sped through his body as Ryou moved slightly to get a better grip around his neck.
“Mai was going to come to the Game Shop with Duke after supper and Mokuba’s dragging Seto to the park sometime after seven o-clock when Seto gets off work.” Yugi remembered, “And I suspected the rest of us were going to go together, if some people can keep their hands off each other.”
Malik shot a glare at Yugi, “Hey, we’ve never done it in a janitors closet with a certain CEO in the middle of class.”
Yugi blushed at that comment, but was ready with a comeback, a sure sign a certain thief was spending too much time with a certain pharaoh around a certain little boy. “Yeah? Have you ever even done it?” His response was silence and this surprised Yugi. “Malik? Ryou?”
“No.” They both shrugged.
“What?” Joey practically shrieked, causing everyone to wince. “Battle City was a year ago! You two were together near the end of that! You haven’t fucked yet?”
Malik face faulted, “Such an endearment.” He muttered, then glared at the other blonde, “The term ‘fucked’ isn’t what I’d call something done with Ryou.” He spat. “Besides, shouldn’t you be worried about your own sex-life Joey? Or lack thereof?”
“Malik.” Ryou hissed quietly and Malik shut his mouth.
“Hey, I was just curious as to why!” Joey shrugged, realizing that he had overstepped Malik’s ‘comfortable’ boundaries and had headed directly into the Egyptian’s ‘Go-There-and-Die’ boundaries. The platinum haired boy was very protective of Ryou, and Joey, as well as the others knew neither one of them would push the other if one was not ready.
From there Yugi changed the subject and whatever the subject had been it lead to Tristan and Joey fighting again. “Hello Grandpa!” Yugi smiled at his grandfather as most of the group entered the shop; they left Joey and Tristan to fight outside.
“Hello kids.” Solomon Motou smiled as they walked to the counter he sat behind. “How was school today?” He wondered.
“Slow.” Yugi muttered.
“Boring.” Malik added.
Solomon laughed, “I see. Well, excited about the carnival?” He wondered.
“Of course!” Yugi grinned brightly; “Did Yami say anything before he left? He was supposed to tell you where he, Bakura and Marik are going to meet us.” Yugi explained.
Solomon recalled back before the spirits had left the game shop. There had been cursing in an ancient language, insane laughter and of course this was all followed up by threats of certain persons losing certain body parts by a certain Millennium Rod. “Wait, he did leave something.” Solomon remembered, handing Yugi a piece of paper that had been placed under the till.
Yugi unfolded it and looked at it, “Huh?” He muttered, staring at the two circles, one inside the other. “I don’t get it.”
Malik laughed though and Ryou giggled from atop his back. “We do.” They both said together.
Tea made a face, “It’s not one of their perverted thoughts again, is it?” She grimaced, knowing how the darker spirit’s minds worked.
Ryou chuckled lightly, “No, it’s nothing like that at all.”
“Don’t worry about it now, we’ll take you to meet the others when we go.” Malik promised and exactly two hours and thirty-seven minutes later, Malik and Ryou showed the others, along with Duke and Mai, where Yami, Bakura and Marik were going to meet them.
A Mini Donuts stand.
“Marik and Bakura have a fetish for them or something.” Ryou explained sheepishly.
“Oh, now I get the picture.” Yugi nodded, “It’s supposed to be a donut.” He rolled his eyes. “Yami really should pay attention when he’s in art class.” He shrugged as they walked over to a group of tables set a little off to the side of the Mini Donut Stand. “Hey guys!” Yugi greeted as he sat down beside his spirit.
“Hello.” Yami smiled at his light as the others all joined them.
“Stuffing your face again, Marik?” Malik raised an eyebrow; “It always seems like you have to have something in your mouth.” He teased.
Marik’s lavender eyes narrowed as he glared at his own human, “Watch it mortal before you suddenly choke on a donut that’s been shoved down your throat.” He teased back.
“Always threatening to shove something down someone’s throat, aren’t you Marik?” Malik rolled his eyes playfully as he sat down beside Ryou, who sat down beside Bakura at the table. The others gathered around as well.
“Hey, no scarring my light’s innocence and naïvativity.” Bakura grunted as he munched on his sugary goodness.
Marik blinked, “I know I’m not…um, well sane.” He began and everyone nodded, “But I don’t think naïvativity is a word Baku-kun.”
Everyone stopped and looked at the tomb robber, knowing how much the white haired fiend hated to be corrected. He just grunted, “Sounded better than naïvyness.” He shrugged.
Marik blinked his lavender eyes thinking this over, then nodded, “You’re right.” And with that the dark evil spirit went back to his donuts.
“Ryou’s not innocent!” Duke snorted, “Look at his boyfriend! How can he still be innocent?” He muttered and Mai nodded in agreement.
Ryou shot a glare at Duke; “I’m still a virgin, is that good enough for you?”
Duke blinked, then shrugged, “Sure you are.”
Ryou rolled his eyes but inwardly he was beginning to wonder if it was a big deal. He and Malik always had fun together no matter what they did and though they’d talked about it, neither of them thought that having sex was that big of a thing. Oh, they knew they both wanted to, eventually, but at the moment they were fine. At least…Ryou thought they were. Could Malik have been saying everything just for Ryou’s sake?
Ryou glanced over at his bronzed skin boyfriend. Malik was now arguing with Duke about Ryou’s chastity. The idea was a nice one, being with Malik in the most complete way, but it was a scary idea too. Ryou knew he wanted to be with Malik and he knew that Malik wanted to be with him, but Ryou also knew that Malik would never push him to do anything and he loved the boy for it. But what did Malik think about them not being truly physical?
He’d talk to Malik that night and with that thought, he was able to relax. “Duke shut up and Malik leave it alone.” He muttered, rolling his eyes as the two of them threatened to make it a physical argument.
“But Ryou!” Malik whined loudly, causing half of the group to snicker.
“Makky, you know the truth, let Duke’s perverted imagination work it’s magic.” Ryou smiled innocently before said smile turned into a smirk. “Besides, if he likes to image you and me having sex we can’t exactly stop him.” He shrugged, grinned triumphantly when Duke’s eyes widened and his face grew red.
Malik laughed as he wrapped his arms around Ryou and kissed him full on the lips. “I love you, you know that? Only you could shut Duke up!” He laughed again, this time at Duke’s expense.
Ryou only shook his head, then glanced at the dark haired boy, “Duke, just by curiosity…who do you picture on top?” He raised an eyebrow and this time Duke caught on and the boy grinned.
“You Ryou, always you.” He knew Ryou had gotten him good and he wasn’t about to get upset. That’s what Joey always did.
Malik ‘hmphed’ and crossed his arms to pout, however, he was unable to finish his pouting as Ryou grabbed his hand, “Well, now that we’ve met up, let’s have some fun!”
The day was spent on rides, fast and slow, games, candy and more mini donuts - which Bakura and Marik decided had their own food group.
As the sky grew dark and the air got cooler everyone at the carnival had began to gather around the pond in the middle of the park. The fireworks were going to be shot from a small island in the middle of the pond and everyone would be able to see them.
Malik gazed up at the sky, waiting patiently for the fireworks show to start. He wasn’t in a hurry to see them, though he’d never seen anything like it before. He was content to hold Ryou within his arms, a blanket keeping them warm. He sighed softly as he smiled to himself, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he leaned back against the large tree he’d sat in front of.
His eyes snapped open in shock and surprise a second later as he felt a hand deliberately rub against the crotch of his jeans. “R-Ryou?” He stuttered slightly, then gasped as the hand slipped inside said jeans, delicate fingers tentatively wrapping around the length of his flesh.
“I want you Malik.” Ryou whispered softly, leaning his head back against Malik’s shoulder. “I’ll stop if you don’t want to, but I wanted you to know that I’m ready whenever you are.” He promised, squeezing the column of flesh slightly.
“N-now?” Malik’s eyes widened, then fluttered shut at the slight pleasure he was receiving.
“Anytime.” Ryou whispered, gently nibbling on Malik’s ear lobe. “It would be fun to see if we can be quiet so the others don’t realize.”
“A-are you sure?” Malik whispered, wrapping his arms around Ryou’s waist and pulling the smaller boy so their bodies were pressed together, Ryou having to straddle Malik’s waist. “First…times are supposed to be…special.” He panted out as Ryou’s hand continued exploring.
Ryou only smiled, gently pressing a kiss against Malik’s chin. “Anytime with you would be special Malik.” He whispered sincerely.
Malik panted slightly, “You’re really making it hard to say no.” He muttered, chuckling lightly.
“Why say no?” Ryou asked, trailing kisses on the underside of Malik’s jaw.
“We don’t have anything to make it easier.” Malik finally reasoned, though by that time his body was more than ready to join with Ryou’s.
Ryou suddenly giggled, “Actually…”
“What?!” Malik pulled back, looking at the boy in surprise. Had he planned this?
Ryou only giggled some more and shook his head; “I was just going to say that I have hand lotion. Don’t get so excited…wait a minute, ignore that last part.” He grinned impishly and Malik had to smile at him.
“You’re horny.” Malik rubbed his nose against Ryou’s.
“So are you.” Ryou pointed out as he grabbed the jacket he had discarded when Malik had wrapped them up in the blanket. He quickly grabbed the hand lotion, then leaned back into the Egyptian’s embrace.
“Are you sure about this?” Malik whispered, gently nuzzling Ryou’s neck as the boy struggled with something under the blanket. Ryou only grabbed his hand, moving it to the front of his own jeans.
“Does that answer your question?” Ryou gasped as Malik squeezed the hardness through his pants.
Malik only grinned as he leaned back against the tree again, relaxing as Ryou continued to struggle with something. At first Malik was unsure of what he was doing, but then Ryou grabbed his hand again and this time he didn’t run into the confining jeans Ryou had been wearing. Leisurely he stroked along Ryou’s member, the silver-haired boy biting his lip to keep from moaning as he leaned completely back against Malik.
“Want you…” Ryou whispered softly as he subtly thrust into the tunnel of Malik’s hand. They’d easily gone this far - though both would admit it hadn’t been for a while, but they’d always stop before they could go all the way.
That was about to change.
Malik breathed in Ryou’s scent. “I’m going to ask one more time. Are you sure?” He asked, gently nipping at Ryou’s shoulder. He was answered with something being shoved into his hand. He realized a second later that it was the hand lotion. Chuckling lowly he moved his hands away from Ryou - much to the disappointment of the panting boy.
“How much longer do we hafta wait?” Joey muttered, a fair distance from the two.
“It’s almost time.” Yugi promised.
Malik squeezed some of the cold liquid onto his fingers. He couldn’t see because of the blanket, but he’d have to make due. Tenderly, he caressed the warm skin along Ryou’s back and the pale boy got the hint. Ryou raised himself slightly onto his knees, so he wasn’t totally pressed against Malik. Malik sat up so the blanket wasn’t pulled and nobody got a sneak peek of Ryou’s obvious arousal from the opened front.
He trailed a dry finger along the curve of Ryou’s cheek, caressing the boy lightly. He felt Ryou shutter beside him as his finger dipped between the two cheeks and gently teasing the tight entrance. Having found his treasure, Malik used one of the fingers covered with hand lotion and brought it to Ryou’s backside. He circled the puckered hole, the cold lotion causing Ryou to shiver and jerk slightly, but he quickly relaxed again.
Malik was still slightly hesitant, he didn’t want to hurt Ryou at all…but his need was beginning to bother him and the throbbing between his legs had steadily grown worse. This was a place he’d never touched before. Carefully, with a little bit of pressure, he sank his finger inside the heat of Ryou’s body.
“Oh god.” Ryou whispered as he clenched his muscles.
Worried, Malik stopped, “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” Ryou shook his head, “Feels so good. Keep going.” He encouraged, looking over his shoulder and smiling. “I’m not going to break if it hurts Malik.”
Malik nodded, though he promised himself he’d do his best to rid the chance of any pain. He moved his finger, caressing the inner walls surrounding him. After a moment, he pulled his finger out. Ignoring Ryou’s disappointed sigh, Malik used more of the lotion, then dipped his finger back in, this time his middle finger joined the first. Ryou’s breath hitched as he was slightly stretched. It didn’t really hurt, but it was slightly uncomfortable. He was just happy that it didn’t last long and he was craving more within him. He moved slightly, pushing down on Malik’s fingers, hoping the other boy would get the idea.
Luckily, Malik did and he removed his hand once again. He used more of the lotion, and replaced his two fingers with three. This time Ryou did wince, but he waited the discomfort out and soon his hips were moving in time with Malik’s caressing. He gasped suddenly and arched when Malik rubbed against something inside him. It had taken all of his willpower not to scream out right and alert everyone of what they were doing.
“Are you okay?” Malik wondered, though he knew what he’d done, he was still slightly worried about Ryou’s reaction. Some guys didn’t like having their prostate touched.
“Fine…oh god…if you do that again I can’t promise I won’t scream.” Ryou whispered, sinking back slightly as his knees grew tired from his weight.
Malik smiled and kissed Ryou’s ear, “I’ll try not to, though when we’re alone and in a bed, I’m going to make you scream until you lose your voice. Understand?”
Ryou smirked as he leaned back against Malik’s body, “Yes master. Now hurry up! I want you inside me now!”
“Impatient as always.” Malik smiled, though he wasted no time in undoing the belt to his own jeans and undoing the fly. He moaned softly into Ryou’s ear as he stroked himself, “Ooh Ryou, I’m so hard.” He murmured, “Look what you do to me.”
Ryou only grinned, “And I better be the only one.”
Malik laughed, “Always.” He promised as he took the lotion again, this time squirting a lot of it into the middle of his hand. He coated his own flesh with the cold liquid; a shiver ran up his spine and caused his skin to prickle. “Lean back slowly.” He whispered as he positioned himself against Ryou’s body.
Slowly Ryou pushed back, wincing as he felt the head of Malik’s penis pushing passed the reluctant ring of muscle. It hurt for a moment, though Ryou had expected it, and he was delighted to find that once the head was inside him, the rest easily slipped in. Ryou sank completely against Malik, having to fight the urge to moan out loud.
They were complete! It felt so right to have Malik’s heat within him like this and now he could understand why Bakura was so obsessed with sex.
“Oh Ra,” Malik panted, leaning his chin against Ryou’s shoulder, “You are so tight…I think you may crush me!” He whimpered, moving his free hands to Ryou’s front. Ryou clutched the blanket to his shoulders as Malik’s hands gently moved into his shirt, caressing and pinching him in all the right places. “Ry…” Malik breathed, “I don’t think we can do this by moving…it would be too obvious.” He whispered as the pleasure threatened to overtake him. How he wanted to move! He wanted to lay Ryou down and take him completely, but he forced himself to stay as still as he could.
Ryou was out of breath as well as he arched again, pressing even further onto Malik’s manhood. “It’s okay.” He promised, “Having you inside me, like this is enough.” He turned toward Malik’s face, both of his eyes closed. One eye suddenly opened though and the brown orb glared at the Egyptian, “But you better keep your word about making me scream later.” He teased, causing Malik to grin.
“I always keep my promises.” Malik whispered as he kissed Ryou’s mouth, pushing his tongue passed the welcoming lips and immediately searching out that oh-so-familiar and friendly tongue he’d come to love and know. They were lost within each other and Malik wasn’t certain how long they’d just sat there, but the throbbing, now surrounded by a scorching heat was demanding some attention and he knew just how to get it.
Slowly, as he plundered Ryou’s willing mouth, he moved his hands down toward Ryou’s neglected erection. Gently, he wrapped one hand around the heated flesh and pumped him slowly. Ryou broke the kiss and moaned softly into Malik’s ear as the silver-haired boy unconsciously clenched and unclenched the muscles surrounding Malik. Knowing that Ryou wouldn’t be able to hold back his moans, Malik locked their mouths together again as he used his other hand to gather the hanging sacs under Ryou’s member. Ryou’s body jerked as Malik squeezed them slightly and the Egyptian could easily feel the trembling within Ryou.
Slowly, Malik began to pick up his pace, knowing that they didn’t have much time left. He’d completely forgotten about where they were and the pops and gasps around him hardly even registered to his ears. What finally did register was Ryou’s muffled gasp and the sudden tightening of the body he was in. He continued to pump Ryou through his orgasm, and the clenching and unclenching of those heavenly muscles around him caused stars to explode before his closed eyes. That, combined with the warmth that surrounded him, not just from Ryou’s body, but from the boy’s heart, not to mention the three little words Ryou had just whispered, easily brought Malik to his completion.
All the bones in Ryou’s body seemed to melt and the boy collapsed against Malik’s form. Malik only smiled and kissed Ryou’s neck and cheek as his hands gently moved against the boy’s skin, calming him down from his high. “I love you too.” Malik whispered, planting a chaste kiss on the boy’s bruised lips. Voices suddenly registered again and Malik became aware of where they were. “We need to get cleaned up and dressed again.” He whispered into Ryou’s ear.
“I know.” Ryou sighed as he carefully pulled away from Malik, causing the other boy to slip from within him. After gently tucking Malik away safely, and doing up the zipper and studded belt, Ryou hiked up his own pants and replaced the offending garments just as the others decided that the show had been exciting enough but now it was time to go home.
“So Malik, how’d you like the fireworks?” Yugi wondered as the others joined them by the tree.
Malik blinked, still dazed from what he and Ryou had just done. “Fireworks?” He asked, confused.
Yugi giggled, “Yeah, you know, the fireworks! Don’t tell me you missed them!” The smaller boy shook his head.
“You didn’t see the fireworks?” Joey raised an eyebrow.
Malik grinned suddenly, “Oh no,” He shook his head, taking Ryou’s hand in his, “I saw fireworks alright.”
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