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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yu-Gi-Oh!
  Relationship:
      Malik_Ishtar/Yami_Malik
  Character:
      Malik_Ishtar, Yami_Malik
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-14 Completed: 2014-05-30 Chapters: 30/30 Words: 19266
****** 30 Days with my Boyfriend ******
by Acetonperoxid
Summary
     A collection of short stories based on the 30 Day OTP Challenge.
***** Holding Hands *****
Mariku buried his hands in his pockets. “Stop that,” he muttered and sped up
his steps, as if he tried to shake off Malik. Malik stopped and pressed his
lips together. “Idiot,” he cat-called at Mariku, then turned on his heel and
went back home. The desire to spend the day with Mariku was gone. If Mariku
wasn’t willing to show that they belonged together, he would make it easy for
him and stay away from him.
He banged the door behind himself. Malik took a deep breath. He calmed himself
and felt the disappointment taking over. He had known, it would be difficult
with Mariku, but he could at least try to show some affection. After all, he
did everything for Mariku. Malik looked at his hands and clenched them into
fists. He hadn’t demanded anything impossible from Mariku, had he?
Mariku gazed after Malik and sighed. He had known immediately, it was a bad
idea. No matter what he did, in the end he would make Malik unhappy. He had
this doubtful talent of doing everything wrong related to Malik. Even if he
meant well, in the end it was just wrong. They argued often and Mariku felt
like he became more and more a burden to Malik. Why was he still here? He
couldn’t understand what Malik saw in him and why he hadn’t chased him to hell
already. Mariku looked at his hands and clenched them into fists. It was just a
little thing, he had asked of him.
Later, as Mariku came home, Malik gave him the go-by. Malik cleaned, it was one
of his quirks. When he was angry, he cleaned the whole flat. Their home had
never been messy lately. “That was really childish,” Mariku said, as he watched
Malik scrubbing the bathroom floor. Malik said nothing, but Mariku noticed how
he tensed his jaw. Mariku left him alone and went to the kitchen. Shards of
broken plates lay in the trash. Why did he have to twist the knife in the
wound? He sat down at the table. Despite his feelings for Malik, he was too
proud to truly admit them. He should be happy, but all he did was to destroy
his own happiness.
Malik didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day. He just gave him bitter
glances. Mariku was used to them. They had already been in this situation too
often, and again, he thought of leaving. Malik deserved better, but in the end
he stayed by his side. He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him.
Malik turned off the TV, without regard for Mariku, and went to bed. Mariku
followed him. He never knew how he should act in this kind of situation. He
switched off the lights and lay himself down next to Malik. Mariku stared at
his back. In the dark, he couldn’t make out any details, but he still saw the
scars, standing out white from the dark skin. He owed them his existence. He
was alive, thanks to something Malik hated. Their relationship had always been
ill-fated.
He gently stroked Malik’s back. Malik winced and turned around. “Stop it!” He
hated it, when someone touched his scars.
“Malik…” But Malik turned his head to the side. “Malik.” Suddenly he grabbed
Malik’s wrist and pressed his arm between them on the mattress. Surprised Malik
looked at him. Mariku interlaced their fingers together. His heart raced with
excitement. Silently they starred at their hands.
“It’s okay for me, as long as we are alone,” Mariku whispered, “for the
beginning at least.”
“You’re such an idiot,” said Malik, but Mariku saw the smile on his face. He
closed his eyes and squeezed Malik‘s hand. Small steps to happiness.
***** Cuddling somewhere *****
"I hate it here!" Malik crossed his arms. "That was the stupidest, dumbest,
stupidest, dumbest idea you've ever had."
"You were really thrilled when I suggested it," objected Mariku and
straightened his cap.
"I didn’t know it would be so damn cold here!"
"Snow is cold.”
"I hate snow!" Mariku sighed. Perhaps it would have been better if they would
have gone to the beach instead. He had really thought a couple of days just for
them, alone in a mountain cabin, surrounded by nothing but snow, would be
romantic. At least Malik had the same opinion until recently.
"Come on, Malik." He wanted to hug him, but Malik pushed him away.
"Don’t touch me! I want to go home!"
"We won’t be picked up until Sunday."
Malik stomped his foot angrily and stirred up some fresh snow. "Then I'll go
home by myself!" He turned around and started walking.
"Malik, this is madness," Mariku called after him.
Malik just showed him the middle finger and went the path downhill unperturbed.
Mariku glanced at their bags, standing in front of the door, rolled his eyes
and then followed Malik. He couldn’t leave him alone.
Suddenly Malik gave a surprised yelp and the next thing Mariku saw was his
friend, losing his balance and tumbling a few feet down the path. Mariku began
to run, and almost slipped himself, but he could keep his balance. When he
reached Malik, he got on his knees beside him. Malik had his arms stretched to
the side, his face was partly covered with snow, and he didn’t look very happy.
"I hate it here!" Mariku helped him to his feet and gently wiped the snow off.
Supported by Mariku, Malik limped back to the hut.
Mariku pushed the door open. The heat inside was burning on his cold skin. He
sat Malik on the sofa, took their bags into the cabin and closed the door.
"I'll make you some tea," he told Malik and pulled his cap from his head. "You
should get out of your wet clothes." He hung his jacket on the hook and looked
up at Malik, who had again crossed his arms in front of his chest and pouted.
 
As Mariku returned with the tea, Malik was still sulking, but at least he had
taken off his jacket and gloves. He handed the cup to Malik and then picked up
his clothes. "I'm cold," complained Malik.
"I'll see if I can find some blankets." Mariku put up the blankets from the bed
and found two more in the closet. He wrapped up Malik in blankets like a
cocoon. "Alright," Mariku smiled, "that should keep you warm. Are you hungry?"
Malik shook his head. "Okay," he leaned over and kissed him on the forehead,
"I’m going to put our stuff in the closet now.”
He hadn’t even begun when Malik called for him again. "I'm cold."
"I don’t have any more blankets. Do you want to sit next to the heater?"
"I'm cold," repeated Malik. He had his head turned to the side slightly.
"I ..." But then it dawned on him what Malik truly wanted. With a small smile
on his lips, he sat down next to Malik, who raised his blankets to let Mariku
slip into his "cocoon". Mariku put his arms around Malik, who clung to him.
"Better?" Malik nodded in response and closed his eyes.
***** Gaming *****
"I can’t watch any longer," wailed Mariku.
"Then stop looking," Malik hissed back.
"What you are doing is hurting me physically."
"Oh please, you don’t even know what that means."
Mariku took a deep breath. "Give me the controller."
"No!"
"This is abuse!"
"Fuck you!"
"I'll do it if you give me the controller in exchange." Mariku stood up from
the couch and sat next to Malik on the floor. "Give it to me."
"Fuck you."
"If you give me the controller." Malik grabbed the second controller, which was
on the floor and slammed it powerfully in Mariku’s lap. Mairku’s face contorted
with pain. "Oh fuck, I won’t fuck anyone today. Damn, that hurts."
"Shut up!"
"What am I supposed to do with it anyway?" He held up the controller. "Are you
challenging me?"
"If you’ll shut up then, yes."
Skeptical Mariku looked at his friend as if he had lost his mind. "You’re going
to lose."
"You're just scared."
Mariku straightened himself. "Okay, but let's make this a bit more interesting.
Who loses, has to take off his clothes. One piece after another."
"And then?"
"Then you have to run around naked for the rest of the day."
"We will see? Bring it on!"
"You should stop watching these American shows." Grinning Mariku shook his
head. "Now give me your controller."
"Why?"
"I'm Player 1."
Annoyed Malik looked at Mariku. "You can’t be serious!"
"I am, now come on."
Malik rolled his eyes. "You're such a freak." He swapped controller with
Mariku.
"Time to beat you up.”
The first fight was over quickly. Mariku beat Malik's character almost without
resistance into the ground. "Don’t think I have regards for you, just because I
fuck you," he said with a smile while Malik took off a sock. He could hardly
wait to see Malik walking around naked for the rest of the day. The smile
turned into a grin. They would have a lot of fun today.
In the second battle, he defeated Malik again and the next sock left his foot.
In the next fight Malik showed an amazing defense and won by a nose. "Every dog
has his day." Mariku grinned at Malik, who just stared grimly at the screen.
And in the next fight he defeated Mariku again. "You are quite lucky
sometimes." Malik only made a snarky sound. His fingers clenched around the
controller. He shot a glance at Mariku and started grinning. He'd knock him off
his perch.
 
Shirt, pants, and then he slammed the controller on the floor.
"You’re breaking it," chuckled Malik, and Mariku gave him a dirty look.
"How did you do that?"
"Maybe it was just luck." Malik's grin broadened and he put his controller
aside.
"You were just mucking around with me the whole time, admit it." Malik began to
laugh. He leaned forward and pressed Mariku on the floor.
"Yes," Malik replied, letting his finger slide along the waistband of Mariku’s
shorts. He grinned at Mariku. "Now get undressed, Sweetheart."
***** On A Date *****
Malik linked arms with Mariku and snuggled up to him. "Okay, what do you want
to do first? Roller coaster? Or roller coaster? Or maybe the roller coaster?"
Mariku asked.
"First of all, I want ice cream."
"It’s eight o’clock in the morning."
"So what? It's never too early for ice cream." They had driven two hours to get
to the amusement park and even if Mariku had grumbled, because he had to get up
so early, he could never deny any of Malik’s requests. He wasn’t mad enough to
even try it.
"But then it’s time for the roller coaster!"
"Why are you so eager?"
"I need something to wake me up. It’s eight o’clock in the morning!"
"I thought the quickie would have been enough." Malik grinned.
"The drive was tiring." Mariku replied, also grinning.
Malik leaned close to Mariku’s ear. "Do you want again?"
"Are you asking me this for real?"
"But first buy me ice cream."
"Anything you want, honey." They strolled through the park, which was still
quite empty. It was during the week, and so they were almost spared of
children. Some families were already in the park though.
"What do you want?"
"Strawberry and vanilla."
"The strawberry and vanilla mix, please, and vanilla."
"Oh cotton candy. It is blue!"
"And cotton candy." He handed Malik his ice cream cone and carried his own
together with the cotton candy.
Malik licked his ice cream gleefully while he admired the attractions with wide
eyes. He had never been to an amusement park before and felt like a kid again.
Malik snacked on cotton candy and grabbed Mariku’s hand as he had finished his
ice cream.
"Alight, which roller coaster first?" asked Mariku. His fingers were sticky and
he tried to wipe them on his clothes.
"I think I'm sick," wailed Malik.
"I told you; too much sugar in the morning isn’t good." Malik let go of
Marikus's hand and sat down on a bench.
"Will you fetch me a drink?"
Mariku leaned down and kissed Malik. His lips were sticky. "I'll be right
back."
He came back with a bottle of water, handed it to Malik and sat down next to
him. Malik drank the bottle half empty and leaned back. "Are you feeling
better?"
"A little, yes." Malik stretched himself and took another sip.
"Fine, what do you want to do? Before the queues get longer..."
"That one!" He pointed to the other side of the road.
"That one?" Mariku asked with a critical look.
"Are you afraid?" Malik grinned.
"Definitely not." Mariku pulled Malik to his feet and took the bottle from him.
He drank it and threw it in the trash. Mariku straightened himself and stared
at the building in front of him: a ghost train.
"Come on, Mariku." Malik grabbed his hand and pulled him to the entrance.
"Aren’t you usually sitting in a car, or something?"
"No, you have to walk through for yourself.” Joyful, he pushed open the door to
the house of horrors. Only Mariku didn’t look happy at all.
It was dark and Mariku's heart was thumping like mad. He was glad, he held
Malik's hand. Malik screamed and then laughed while Mariku was only a step away
from a panic attack. He regretted having eaten the ice cream. When was this
finally over?
The dim light flickered and then went out completely. Mariku felt a cold breath
on his cheek. Malik suddenly let go of his hand. "Malik?" hissed Mariku.
"Malik, damn it." But Malik said nothing. Mariku tried to locate him in the
darkness. He didn’t dare to move or reach out for Malik. "Malik! Malik!" He
wiped the sweat from his forehead. As something touched him on the shoulder he
yelled in panic. Then he heard Malik's laughter in front of him. "You bastard!"
Something touched him again, but if Malik was in front of him, whose hand was
on his shoulder? The light flickered again and in the mirror on the wall,
Mariku could see who was touching him. She was pale and too skinny for her
dress. Her long black hair hung in her face and her fingernails were more like
claws. Screaming Mariku broke free and clung to Malik, who shook with laughter.
Again, the light went out and the woman was gone when it came back on.
 
Malik blinked against the sun as they left the house of horrors and wiped the
tears from his cheeks. Mariku clung to his arm so hard that it hurt, but it
didn’t bother him. It was worth the pain. "I didn’t know, you can be so cute,"
he chuckled.
"Shut up," Mariku hissed at him.
"Oh come on, that was funny!"
"Fuck you."
Malik paused and touched Mariku on the cheek. He stretched a little and kissed
him. "I’ll protect you."
"I hate you."
Malik kissed his friend again. "I love you too. And now I want a lollipop."
"Go buy one yourself." grumbled Mariku. He was still angry because Malik made
fun of him. He hated horror. He hated, hated, HATED it!
Malik grinned. "But not that kind of lollipop…”
***** Kissing *****
His lips were soft. They tasted like vanilla, at least kind of, but maybe that
was just his imagination. His heart raced with excitement and he felt this
pleasant tingling sensation in his stomach. But it was not only in his stomach;
it ran through his whole body. He put his arms around Malik and pressed his
body against his own. He would never let him go. Malik's mouth opened willingly
for his tongue. He rubbed his tongue against Malik’s and felt a shiver going
through his body. His whole body was going crazy since they started kissing.
His hand brushed underneath Malik's shirt and he gently stroked over his skin.
Was this how love felt? It was wonderful. He was already addicted to Malik,
just after one kiss.
 
Mariku’s lips were rough and dry, but that didn’t bother Malik. He had waited
so long. He had assumed, it would never happen, but now here he was, in
Mariku’s arms and his lips on his own. He was nervous; he could feel the
nervousness down to his fingertips. As Mariku hugged him, he got goose bumps.
Their tongues caressed each other. He fondled Mariku’s hair. His whole body was
overflowing with emotions. It felt like his heart would jump out of his chest
any moment, just because Mariku kissed him.
When they broke the kiss, they looked at each other silently. Mariku stroked
Malik’s cheek. His lips glistened wet. Malik wanted to say something, but no
sound left his throat. His throat felt constricted. He leaned forward and
kissed Mariku again. He never wanted to stop.
***** Wearing each other's clothes *****
Malik frowned. Something about Mariku seemed odd to him. He looked like he
always did, but something was bothering Malik. "What?" asked Mariku and put the
milk back in the fridge.
"Is that my shirt...?"
Mariku looked at his shirt and dragged on the fabric. "Could be, I was in a
hurry this morning. I just grabbed something that was lying there." He noticed
Malik's slightly disapproving look. "What? You've always wear my clothes."
"But I'm always careful! You damage it."
Mariku raised his eyebrows. "I? May I remind you of my really nice white
sweater I had to throw away because someone had poured tomato sauce over it? Or
two of my best jeans, which now have holes?"
"Accidents, not my fault." Malik defended himself.
"And I damage your stuff on purpose?" Mariku asked with a grin. Malik pressed
his lips together and seemed to search for an answer. The ringing of the phone
redeemed Malik from his unpleasant situation. Mariku gazed after him, shaking
his head. This boy...
 
"Well, do you feel comfortable in my sweater?" Mariku asked when he came home
and saw Malik sitting on the couch.
"Its mine." said Malik angrily.
"Just because you constantly wear it, doesn’t make it yours." He sat down on
the couch next to Malik. "But that's okay, because you're my friend. I love you
and I share my stuff with you." Malik put his head in Mariku’s lap and Mariku
stroked his hair. "Even my underwear. And I won’t blame you, when you damage
it."
Malik raised an eyebrow. "Your underwear?"
"Yes, even my underwear."
"Good."
"Good?"
"I wear it.”
***** Cosplaying *****
"So, why do I have to come with you again?" asked Mariku and shoved a grape
into his mouth.
"I don’t want to go alone."
"And why do I have to dress up, too?"
"I don’t have the guts to do it alone."
"There are a bunch of freaks," Mariku ate more grapes, "you're not alone."
"But I want you to come with me. Please Mariku." Malik took Mariku’s hand and
looked at him pleadingly. "Without you, I’m afraid."
Mariku sighed. "I hope I get a cool costume at least."
"Well," Malik sat down at the table next to Mariku and flipped open his laptop,
"I don’t know what we could do, yet. I want something that fits together."
Mariku moved closer. "What do you think about superheroes? Avengers are quite
popular at the moment."
"Oh, I want to be Iron Man!" Mariku said immediately. "That is exactly my
style."
"And how do you think we get his suit? That won’t be easy. And who should I be
then?"
"Well, his chick." Mariku replied, shrugging.
"I was more thinking of Thor and Loki." Mariku stroked his hair back to copy
Loki's hairstyle. Malik began to laugh. "Well, perhaps something else would be
better."
"Why?"
"You look really stupid with this hairstyle." Malik grinned, stroked Mariku’s
hair and ruffled it. "We need someone who has a similar hairstyle." Malik
looked at his boyfriend musing. "Chewbacca! And I do Han Solo."
"Are you crazy? If anything, I do Han Solo," he grinned at Malik, "and you are
Princess Leia."
"Why do you want me to dress as a girl all the time?"
Mariku looked at his boyfriend. "Why not? How about a maid dress?"
Malik punched Mariku in the shoulder. "Certainly not!"
"But Jedi would be cool." Mariku stood up and swung an invisible sword.
"But that’s simple." Malik didn’t look happy. "Random Jedi are boring."
"They have light sabers, that's not boring at all!" said Mariku indignant and
sat back in his chair.
"Okay, let's rather look at anime. Evangelion is also pretty popular."
"What?"
"Neon Genesis Evangelion," said Malik and searched the Internet for pictures.
He turned the laptop to Mariku. "This."
"Suits?"
"Suits."
This put a wide grin on Mariku’s lips. "You, in such a skin-tight, really,
really skin-tight, suit?"
Malik turned the laptop back. "No Suits. Definitely no suits."
"Oh come on," begged Mariku still grinning. "It would be really hot."
"No," said Malik and darted an angry glance at Mariku. "Let's find something
else."
 
"I'll stay at home." Malik sighed and closed the laptop. "We didn’t find
anything." He crossed his arms over his chest. They spent the whole evening
trying to find matching costumes, but they couldn’t agree on anything.
Mariku flipped through the TV guide. "I know what we're doing." he said
suddenly.
"What?"
Mariku looked at Malik and smiled. "Secret."
"But nothing skin-tight."
"Promise."
 
Mariku looked at himself. "Orange isn’t my color."
"Nonsense." Malik beamed with joy. "You look fantastic!" He embraced him
enthusiastically. "That was such a great idea! Sakuma and Genda are perfect!
And they fit together so well."
"I have orange stripes on my cheeks," muttered Mariku. As he flicked through
the TV guide, he had read about Inazuma Eleven and remembered how they had both
followed the anime. Malik had wanted something matching and Sakuma and Genda
were just right for them.
"You look great and it suits you so well."
"You look a bit scary with only one eye, though."
Malik grinned. "I think it's cool. I've got an eye patch."
"But these gloves," Mariku put the football on the ground and looked at his
hands. He wore goalkeeper gloves. "I can’t feel anything. How am I supposed to
touch you like this?"
Malik kissed him comfortingly. "Poor boy, but you look really hot in this
shirt." He kissed Mariku again. "And now help me go down those stairs. My field
of vision is a bit limited." Mariku picked up the football and took Malik by
the hand.
***** Shopping *****
"I want to go home," muttered Mariku and Malik gave him an angry look.
"We haven’t even started yet," objected Malik and took his boyfriend by the
hand.
"I don’t even want to!" Mariku let himself be pulled along the street by Malik.
"I see you running around in the same clothes for weeks, you need new clothes."
"They still fit.”
"But they are old, and ugly, and damaged."
"May I remind you, that most of my shirts are ripped mainly because you're so
keen on me... umpf." Malik pressed his hand on Mariku’s mouth.
"Not on the street," he hissed, eyes narrowed. Mariku grinned as Malik took
away his hand. "Now, stop making a fuss. You're not a child anymore!" Mariku
sighed in defeat. He had no choice anyway.
While Malik moved from hanger to hanger, Mariku was bored and glanced around
the store. He hated to go shopping, especially clothes. There was such a large
range of clothes; he always felt a little lost. Malik was on top of things, so
Mariku let him choose his clothes. Two girls stood near and their glanced were
a bit too obtrusive. Mariku gave them a sly smile and they began to giggle.
"Here!" With a frown Malik pressed two pairs of pants against Mariku’s chest.
Guiltily Mariku dropped his gaze. "Hold this!" They walked from clothes rack to
clothes rack and the mountain of clothes in Mariku’s arm grew.
"You know, I can only take three things into the changing room?" Mariku noted.
"Yes." Malik said coolly and Mariku sighed. It was nice when Malik was jealous,
but also exhausting.
"So," Malik turned to his boyfriend and sorted the clothes in his hands, “those
pants first." He relieved Mariku from the clothes and put everything on a small
stool. Mariku changed his clothes reluctantly. He would rather be at home,
wearing nothing but Malik's weight while he pressed him against a wall. Malik
looked at him as he stepped out of the changing room. "Turn around." Mariku did
as he was told. "No, no, no." Mariku felt like a dress-up-doll. "Hm," Malik
looked at his boyfriend thoughtful, "I don’t know." He tilted his head
slightly. "No, better not." Mariku rolled his eyes. He wanted to get out of
here. The third pants were finally after Malik's taste. "Perfect!" Mariku
couldn’t see the difference to the previous ones.
"What makes them better than the others?" He asked.
"Your ass looks really hot in them."
Mariku raised his eyebrows. "Are you serious? You were pissed off because I
smiled at the girls earlier and now you want them staring at my ass?"
Malik grabbed Mariku’s shirt and pulled him close for a kiss. "Well, your ass
is my property." He said with a small grin.
"I’ll never understand you." Mariku muttered, shaking his head.
"Here," Malik gave him the next pieces of clothes, "and keep on the trousers. I
want to know how it looks together."
Two of the shirts made it through Malik's control. "Try on the button-down
shirts next."
"I hate them, they have too many buttons." Mariku complained.
"Put them on!" ordered Malik and Mariku resigned to his fate.
"Oooh!" Malik's eyes widened as Mariku came out of the changing room again. He
brushed Mariku’s shirt smooth and let his hands rest on his chest. "That's
hot." Malik whispered and slowly opened two buttons. Gently his fingers brushed
over the exposed skin.
"If you keep this up, I drag you into this changing room and fuck you until
they kick us out." Malik withdrew his hands and refrained from Mariku. His
cheeks were slightly flushed.
"Try on the next one." he muttered embarrassed. Mariku grinned. It happened
rarely, that Malik would make a move on him in public.
Two pairs of pants, five shirts, a belt, and two sweatshirts later Malik was
almost satisfied. "You still need a jacket." he said and began to search for
one. Mariku sank onto the stool. Hopefully he was finally free now.
Malik came back with a very nice leather jacket and gave it to Mariku with
delight on his face. Mariku put it on at once. He looked at himself in the
mirror and nodded satisfied. Even Malik didn’t complain. "It suits you really
well." He touched the leather and Mariku saw him swallow hard. Malik shook his
head slightly and took the clothes, he had chosen. "That would be everything."
Mariku took off the jacket and followed Malik to the checkout.
Mariku sighed in relief as he came out of the story with a bag in his hand.
Finally he could go home. He turned to go, but Malik stopped him. "Where are
you going?"
"Home?" Mariku replied slightly irritated.
"We are not done yet."
"What?"
"That was just the first store." Malik grabbed his hand. "Come!" He let Malik
drag him along the street. What had he done to deserve this?
***** Hanging out with friends *****
“You can’t be serious.” Mariku looked at Malik in disbelief.
“I am.”
“You do remember what happened last time?”
“I do.”
“You want me to have two broken rips again?”
“No, I want you to behave like a normal human being.”
“I can’t stand him!”
“Yeah, I know, but Ryou is my friend, so you have to deal with Bakura, if you
like it or not.”
“I’ll break his nose again.”
“No, you won’t! Don’t let him provoke you.”
“He provokes me by just breathing.” Malik rolled his eyes. “Why can’t I stay at
home?”
“Well fine, stay at home. I’ll have a nice day with Ryou and Bakura.”
“No, I don’t trust him.”
“What do you think he will do?” Mariku shrugged his shoulders. “You’re such a
child.” Malik said and put on his jacket.
Grumbling Mariku followed Malik down the street. He wasn’t happy about seeing
Bakura. Every time they met it ended in a fight. Last time, he broke Bakura’s
nose, while Bakura broke two of his rips. Malik was so mad at him, Mariku was
afraid. Mariku didn’t want that to happen again, but seeing Bakura’s face was
enough to make him angry.
“You know, if you would stop starting a fight with everyone, we could hang out
with Yuugi and his friends.”
“That’s even worse.”
“So, you’re admitting Bakura isn’t as worse as Yuugi?”
“I’m admitting Bakura is only one idiot, while Yuugi and his friends are five
idiots. Also, I don’t like the way Jonouchi looks at you.”
“Oh, there they are!” Malik said and waved. Mariku rolled his eyes at the sight
of Bakura. If looks could kill both of them would have dropped dead already.
“Malik, Mariku, nice to see you. How’s it going?” Malik and Ryou immediately
started chit-chatting while Mariku and Bakura were just staring at each other.
Their bodies were tensed and ready for a fight.
“Are you going to Yuugi’s party?” Ryou asked, and Mariku’s and Bakura’s gazes
turned to their lovers at the same time.
“I’m not sure yet.”
“What party?” Asked Mariku
“We’re not going,” said Bakura at the same time.
“Yuugi’s having a party next weekend and he invited us.” Malik explained and
took his boyfriend by the hand.
“We’re not going.” Mariku repeated Bakura’s words.
“Oh come on, it would be nice.”
“No!” Bakura and Mariku said at the same time. Ryou rolled his eyes and Malik
look at Mariku disappointed.
“I’m not allowing Jonouchi around you.” Mariku said angrily.
“Honda wants to fuck you. I’m not letting him anywhere close to you.” Bakura
insisted.
Mariku and Bakura looked at each other. “So, you think one of Yuugi’s friends
wants to fuck your boyfriend too?” Mariku asked.
“I not only think he wants to, I know it, but Ryou thinks I’m just imagining
it.”
“I know what you mean. Malik’s the same. I’m pretty sure Jonouchi would hit on
him as soon as I’m not looking.”
“I really wish Honda would give me a reason to break every bone in his body.”
“Yeah, same goes for Jonouchi. I just want to beat the living daylight out of
him.”
Malik and Ryou looked at their boyfriends in disbelief. “Are they just becoming
friends?”
“It… looks like it.”
***** With animal ears *****
"Hello." Malik greeted his boyfriend, yawning as he got home. He gave him a
quick look and then continued towards the kitchen. Suddenly he stopped, blinked
and went back again. "What’s that?"
Mariku grinned. "Cool, isn’t it?" The white cat ears on his head wiggled.
"What-is-that?" repeated Malik.
"They move, depending on what you think."
"You don’t really believe that, do you?" Mariku looked at Malik with a
mischievous grin and the cat ears began to twitch wildly. "Okay, okay, maybe it
works like that." He sat down on the couch. "Why did you buy that?"
"Because I think it’s cool." Mariku said, shrugging.
"You have cat ears!"
"So what?"
Malik looked at his boyfriend in disbelief. "You always surprise me.”
"I don’t want you to get bored," said Mariku. "Do you want to put them on,
too?" Without waiting for an answer, he took the ears off and tried to put them
on Malik’s head.
"I would rather not."
"Come on, Malik. Just for a second." He pushed aside Malik's arms and put the
ears on his head. Malik sighed in defeat. The plastic pressed against his
temple and he heard the ears moving. "They just need time to adjust," said
Mariku. What was it with Mariku and his crazy ideas? He definitely needed a
decent hobby.
Mariku leaned back. He looked pleased. "Prick up your ears." he joked. Malik
laughed dryly.
"And now? What am I supposed to do with these things on my head?”
"Now," Mariku grinned and enfolded Malik in his arms, "I’m gonna ruffle your
fur, my sweet kitten."
"You're so sick," Malik muttered, but he closed his eyes as Mariku’s fingers
slid over his head and massaged his neck gently. Malik stretched out on the
couch and put his head in Mariku’s lap. The ears on his head moved. Malik
sighed contentedly while Mariku’s fingers caressed him. Maybe wearing these
ears wasn’t so bad at all.
***** Wearing Kigurumis *****
Mariku slammed the door behind him. "It’s too damn cold outside," he swore and
rubbed his hands. "And it’s not warmer in here." He took off his shoes and
hesitated for a moment. Maybe it was better if he kept his jacket on. He
shrugged and took it off. "I will shove a heating pipe up this bastard’s ass,
if he doesn’t fix the heater soon."
"Already working on it," Malik replied quietly and took a sip of his tea. "The
water is still hot. You can also make you some tea."
Mariku stroked his neck. "Good idea." Only now he saw what Malik was wearing
and frowned. "Why are you wearing a panda costume?"
Malik rolled his eyes. "It’s not a costume. This is a Kigurumi. It is soft,
fluffy and warm above all things."
"Where did you get that thing?"
"I bought it."
Mariku shook his head. That’s how Malik spent their money. Great.
 
Sighing Mariku sat himself next to Malik on the couch and pressed his cheek
against the teacup. "Ah! I hate winter." He wrapped a blanket around himself
and tried to get comfortable, but the blanket kept slipping from his shoulders.
Mariku tried to pull it up, but then his toes weren’t covered anymore. "This
blanket is too damn small," he grumbled. Malik watched him amused.
"Do you want a Kigurumi as well? There's another one in the closet."
"Are you crazy? I’ll never wear something like that in my life."
"Are you afraid that you're not manly enough in it?" Malik teased.
"Well, yeah!" replied Mariku and continued his struggle with the blanket. Malik
laughed softly. Mariku was so stubborn.
With an angry outcry Mariku tossed the blanket on the floor and stood up.
"Where in the closet?" He snarled.
"Second shelf on the right," Malik replied with a grin.
Mariku trudged into the bedroom and Malik heard how he opened the closet doors.
"A penguin?" Mariku asked incredulously. "Are you serious?"
"I think it’s cute," Malik called out to him. He couldn’t hear Mariku’s answer.
Grumbling Mariku looked at the Kigurumi in his hands. Should he really put it
on? He felt the inside. Fluffy. Suddenly, a cold shiver ran through him. He
quickly slipped into the Penguin Kigurumi. Frowning, he looked at himself in
the mirror. No one was allowed to see him like that.
"You look cute."
"Shut up," Mariku hissed at his boyfriend and sat back on the couch. At least
it wasn’t so cold anymore. "If you tell anyone, then you will be really sorry."
Malik snuggled up to Mariku. "That's our little secret, my strong, manly
penguin."
***** Making Out *****
There was an awkward silence between them as they stood in front of Malik's
door. It was time to say goodbye, but none of them really wanted to. "So...
um..." Mariku cleared his throat.
Malik's heart was pounding like mad. "Want to come in?” he said quickly before
his courage failed him.
Mariku looked at his watch. "I don’t have much time," he replied sadly and
Malik lowered his eyes. "But a few minutes should be okay, I think." Malik
smiled. "Is it really okay, I mean, because of your sister?"
"She’s certainly already asleep," said Malik and unlocked the door. It was dark
in the apartment. Malik turned on the lights in the hallway and put a finger to
his lips. "We have to be quiet," he whispered, and slipped out of his shoes.
They tiptoed to Malik’s room. There was this awkward silence again. Malik sat
down on his bed and stared at his feet. "I thought it was very nice today."
"Yeah, me too," Mariku agreed and sat down next to Malik. He leaned over and
kissed him softly on the lips. Malik closed his eyes and sank on the mattress,
dragging Mariku with him. His heart was racing. In the last few days he wasn’t
able to keep his mind off Mariku. He wanted to do it with him so bad, but they
had only a few opportunities to be alone. Malik's hands ran over Mariku’s
shirt. He hesitated. Should he really...? He wanted to, but did Mariku too?
They had never really talked about it.
Malik felt Mariku’s hand on his butt. He grabbed it and Malik smiled. Their
kiss broke for a moment. Panting slightly, they looked at each other before
their lips met again. Malik pulled up Mariku’s shirt and felt the muscles
underneath his skin. It felt great to touch Mariku’s chest, but what he really
wanted was in the opposite direction.
He undid the button of Mariku’s jeans and pulled the zipper down. Malik felt
the hardness beneath the fabric and got goose bumps. Mariku had begun to open
his pants as well. Malik's hand slipped into Mariku’s shorts and stroked slowly
along his hard manhood. He wanted him even more.
Again they broke their kiss and Mariku pulled his pants down a bit, then he did
the same with Malik’s. Mariku’s fingers wrapped around Malik's manhood and he
gasped. His stomach tingled like crazy. He put his fingers around Mariku’s
erection. Slowly he let his hand stroke up and down and moaned softly as Mariku
did the same to him. Malik looked down and watched as her hands caressed each
other. He was hot. His face was burning. Mariku claimed his lips and Malik’s
head was spinning. He wanted more! He wanted to fuck Mariku or get fucked by
him; he didn’t care, he just wanted to have sex!
"Mariku, more," he pleaded, groaning. Mariku pushed his shirt up and leaned
over Malik's chest. Playfully he bit down on one of the nipples and Malik
groaned.
Suddenly Mariku grabbed Malik’s wrists and held his arms above his head. Malik
gasped in surprise. Mariku knelt over him with an eager look on his face. Malik
shivered.
The ringing of Mariku’s mobile phone ruined the mood. Mariku closed his eyes
and bit his lower lip. He sank back on his heels and pulled the phone out of
his pocket.
"Yes? Yeah... right... I'll be home in a few minutes." Sighing, he glanced at
Malik’s body one last time, then he pulled his pants back up and put the phone
back into his pocket. "Sorry, I have to get home, or else I'll be in trouble."
"It's okay," muttered Malik and also pulling his pants back up. No, nothing was
okay! Damn, they were so close!
Malik accompanied Mariku the door. Malik kissed him goodbye. "We will continue
that," whispered Mariku, "without interruption." Malik nodded. He didn’t want
Mariku to go. He wanted to fuck with him and wake up next to him in the
morning. Malik leaned against the door after it had closed behind Mariku and
put his head back. Life wasn’t fair!
***** Eating ice-cream *****
“It’s so hot." Malik lamented not for the first time that day. He lay on the
floor and almost pressed his face against the bars of the fan.
"You don’t say," replied Mariku sullenly and fanned himself. His shirt stuck to
his body.
"Why don’t we have air conditioning?"
"Because we can’t afford it."
"Mariku", Malik drew out the U sound, "Do something!"
"What should I do? Turn off the sun?"
Malik turned on his back. The sweat glistened on his bare chest. Mariku
swallowed. If only it weren’t too hot to move…
"That would be a start."
"We could go eat some ice-cream."
Malik grimaced. "There are people; smelly, sweaty people. And everywhere will
be full of them. Yuck! But I still want ice-cream. Mariku, go buy me ice-
cream."
"Why should I?"
"Because you love me."
"That's no reason."
"So you do not love me?"
"I do."
"If you would really love me, then you would buy me ice-cream."
Mariku sighed. It wasn’t possible to discuss with Malik. Lumbering, Mariku got
to his feet. He took his wallet from the table and shoved it into one of the
pockets of his shorts. He briefly considered changing his clothes, because the
fabric of his white muscle shirt was translucent with sweat. Mariku shrugged.
It didn’t matter. Even if he put on something else, he would look the same just
two minutes later.
When he stepped on the street, the heat hit him like a blow. For a moment, his
breath was gone. The air shimmered. Mariku put on his sunglasses and strolled
to the nearest supermarket. The heat was oppressive, and even such a small
thing like walking or standing made him sweat.
Mariku sighed with pleasure as he entered the supermarket. It was air
conditioned and it felt wonderful. He went straight to the freezer cabinet,
just to find them almost empty, but he was lucky. Mariku took two ice packs.
Reluctantly he left the supermarket to face the heat again. He hurried to avoid
the melting of the ice-cream.
Malik was still lying on his back with his legs spread. It was hard for Mariku
to not fuck him right away. Mariku put one ice-cream pack in the freezer, took
two spoons from the drawer and went with the other pack back to the living
room.
"Finally." Malik sat up and leaned against the couch. Mariku sat down cross-
legged next to him and held out a spoon. "I'm too weak. Feed me."
"Oh come on, Malik."
"Please." With big eyes, he looked at Mariku and Mariku sighed. He was
hopelessly addicted to him. He opened the package and let the spoon slide
through the ice-cream.
Malik opened his mouth, but before the ice-cream reached his mouth, some of it
dripped on his chest. He winced. Mariku watched as the ice slowly trickled down
Malik's upper body. He licked his lips and while Malik relished the ice cream
from the spoon, Mariku leaned forward and ran his tongue over the ice track on
Malik’s chest. It tasted sweet and salty at the same time. Seductive.
"You don’t eat ice-cream like that," Malik said smiling, after taking the spoon
out of his mouth.
"I think it's the best way to eat ice-cream," objected Mariku and took the
second spoon. He spread ice-cream on Malik's upper body, before licking it off
with relish. "Besides, that's a nice cool down for you."
"I'm not sure if that really cools me down," replied Malik and shoved a spoon
full of ice-cream in his mouth. Undeterred Mariku licked over Malik’s chest and
went slowly deeper. Of course, it didn’t slip his attention that Malik's
breathing was getting heavier and the bulge in his shorts spoke for itself.
Mariku lifted the waistband and grabbed Malik’s hard member. This was one of
Malik’s good features; it was easy to turn him on. "If you put ice-cream on it,
I’ll hate you forever,” gasped Malik. Mariku grinned.
He kissed the tip and licked it slowly. Malik groaned suppressed. Mariku’s lips
closed around the hard flesh. This was better than any ice-cream in the world.
He let Malik's erection slide into his mouth and deep down his throat until his
nose almost touched the pubic hair.
"Ah, Mariku," Malik moaned.
Mariku pressed his tongue against Malik's cock. Carefully, he let his teeth
scrape along the sensitive skin. Malik writhed beneath him.
Mariku pulled his head back. He covered the lower part of Malik's cock with his
hand, took the tip in his mouth and moved his head and hands in a rhythm. Malik
groaned uninhibited Mariku’s name, at least that’s what Mariku thought.
Actually, it was only fragments of words, which passed Malik's lips.
Malik's body tensed, as always when he was near his peak and Mariku didn’t have
to look at him to know that he just rolled his eyes upward with pleasure and
put his head back.
Eagerly Mariku swallowed the slightly salty liquid and sat back up, licking his
lips. Panting and with closed eyes Malik leaned against the couch. "Now the
ice-cream has melted," he muttered.
Smiling Mariku leaned forward and kissed him. "I've got more."
***** Genderswapped *****
"What are you doing?" Asked Malik shocked when she saw Mariku stand in front of
the mirror, her breasts weighing with her hands.
"You know, after I have consulted my pillow, I think it’s not so bad anymore.
I'm pretty hot." She stroked her breasts and abdomen.
"You completely freaked out yesterday, you almost ate Isis alive, because she
turned us into women with her Egyptian curse stuff and now you’re saying you’re
hot?"
"Hey, you also bitched and now you’re wearing a skirt." Malik blushed. "And you
look really hot in it."
"Stop that," Malik muttered and looked embarrassed to the side.
"What is it? Huh?" Mariku came closer. "Are you ashamed?" Malik crossed her
arms protectively over her chest. "Hey," Mariku’s voice was soft, "you're
beautiful."
"But I'm a woman," Malik muttered.
"Me too, so what? You’re still the most attractive person on this planet."
"Really?"
"Malik, you're wearing a skirt that is so short, I can almost see your panties
and your bra is showing; how could I not think, you’re sexy and hot? I just
want to fuck you."
"You have no cock."
"If I still had one, then we would have done it yesterday already, but I've got
a tongue and fingers and if that isn’t enough, then I'll go and buy toys."
"You're an idiot," Malik murmured, grinning and leaned herself against Mariku.
It was a strange feeling not to feel the muscular chest, but a soft one, almost
like a pillow. "I thought you’re not into woman?
"That's true," Mariku said, nodding slightly. "But I'm not into men either. I’m
only into you." Malik's heart was racing. It was rare that Mariku said
something like that.
Their lips met and Mariku guided Malik to the bed. "I don’t know if that's such
a good idea," Malik whispered as she sank onto the mattress.
"It would be a waste not to do it. Tomorrow we could be men again and I would
be really pissed if I had not even tasted your pussy."
Malik blushed. “Don’t say that, please."
"What? Pussy? Should I call it something different?"
"How about not mentioning it at all?"
"Oh, don’t be ashamed. Normally it makes you quite horny when I whisper dirty
things in your ear."
"Can you please stop talking and-" The rest of the sentence was lost in a kiss.
Malik ran her fingers through Mariku’s hair and let it slide down to her neck
and over her shoulders. They were narrow, but still muscular.
Mariku stroked her shoulders, brushing off the straps of her top. Gently her
fingers slid over her chest. "Feels good," murmured Mariku against Malik's lips
as she touched her breasts and massaged them tenderly. Malik wasn’t sure what
she should do. It felt so new to her. They had done it countless times, but at
the moment it felt like the first time again.
Mariku placed kisses on Malik's belly. Malik's heart clenched pleasantly. She
knew the butterflies when Mariku kissed her stomach, but this time it felt
different. The feeling between her legs was different. It was weird but also
exciting. Mariku pulled Malik’s top off and looked at her body. Malik looked
embarrassed aside. "Really nice," whispered Mariku and ran her finger along the
edge of the bra.
Her hands went behind Malik's back and tried to open the fastener. Tried...
"Damn, how does this work?" Mariku was angry and Malik couldn’t help but laugh.
"Turn around." Malik did as she was told. "Why are you even wearing this?"
Malik shrugged. She didn’t know why she bought the bra or even the whole
outfit, but a part of her wanted to look good for Mariku.
Malik covered her nakedness with her arms. "Show me what you have to offer,"
purred Mariku and wanted to shove aside Malik’s arms, but Malik slipped away
from her.
"Show me yours first." Mariku just shrugged her shoulders and pulled off the
oversized shirt. Malik swallowed. It was a strange sight. It was Mariku, but
somehow it wasn’t. "Doesn’t it feel weird for you?"
Mariku frowned and looked questioningly at Malik. "Why?"
"Well, the body feels so strange."
"But you're still you, no matter the body."
Malik smiled and dropped her arms. Mariku kissed Malik gently and pressed her
onto the mattress again. Their breasts were pressed against each other. Another
unusual feeling, but Malik couldn’t deny that it felt good. Mariku touched
Malik’s breasts again. She let her thumbs slide over the hard nipples and Malik
felt a pleasant tingling between her legs.
Mariku broke the kiss, only to continue it elsewhere. Her lips closed around
the right nipple and she bit gently into it. Malik gasped. She rubbed her feet
together.
Chuckling Mariku straightened. “As I said, you're still you. You're still doing
that thing with your feet, when you get turned on."
"Shut up and keep going," Malik grumbled, trying to keep her feet still as
Mariku took care of the other nipple.
She sucked it with pleasure and kept changing from one to the other, while her
hand moved lower, over her thigh and under her skirt. Her fingers brushed over
Malik's panties. It felt so soft, very different from his hard cock. Her
fingers slid under the fabric and she pulled them back surprised soon after.
She rubbed her thumb and forefinger together. "Wow, you're really wet."
Malik covered her face with her hands. "Can you please stop saying such
things?" But Mariku did no longer care. Her curiosity was aroused. She pulled
off Malik’s skirt and underwear. "I hope a meteorite hits the house," Malik
murmured, pressing her thighs together.
Sighing Mariku pushed them apart. "Not until I'm done." Again Malik pressed her
thighs together. “You don’t want to?" Mariku asked quietly. Malik took her
hands from her face. Mariku looked at her seriously. "If you don’t want, I
won’t do anything."
Malik bit her lower lip. She was ashamed, but it was Mariku who knelt over her.
She trusted her. Slowly she spread her legs a bit. "No, it's okay."
"Really?" Malik nodded. Mariku kissed the spot just above her labia and Malik
let out a surprised, but also aroused sound.
"Do you even know what you have to do?”
"Theoretically," Mariku replied, stroking slowly along Malik's lower lips. It
felt so soft. Amused, she noticed the tremor that went through Malik's body.
She spread her labia a bit. Wow...
Malik was restless. “Don’t stare aaaah!" Mariku had penetrated her with one
finger. "Are you crazy?"
"Did that hurt?"
"Yes!"
“Oh." She pulled her finger back. "Sorry. It was so soft and warm and wet, so I
thought..." She shrugged her shoulders apologetically.
"Slow down, okay?"
"Promise." Mariku hesitated and then approached Malik's pubic area with her
mouth. She licked her lips and let her tongue slip between them. Malik closed
her eyes, panting. She couldn’t compare it with a blow job, but it felt
definitely interesting. "Better?" asked Mariku and Malik felt her hot breath on
her skin.
"Much better."
Mariku’s tongue was joined by a finger and this time it didn’t hurt when it
gently entered her. Malik groaned softly. It felt good and it only got better
as Mariku added a second finger. Malik moved her hips against Mariku’s finger.
"Damn," whispered Mariku and placed a kiss on the labia, "I wish, I could fuck
you with my dick."
Malik closed her eyes and imagined it weren’t Mariku’s fingers and tongue who
penetrated her, but his big cock. Malik groaned. The thrust would be deeper and
harder. She clutched the sheets.
Mariku had again started to lick her without stopping the movement of her hand.
Her tongue caressed the clitoris and Malik moaned loudly. It had felt like an
electric shock. She rubbed her feet on the mattress as Mariku paid further
attention to this spot.
"Ah Mariku, yes." She moaned uninhibited. "Right there!" Malik couldn’t
describe the feelings that flooded her body. It was so much more intense than a
blow job. She moaned Mariku’s name. Her body tensed and her legs twitched.
Malik almost sat upright as she had her orgasm and then fell back on the bed,
panting.
Mariku sat up. "Well, no one can say, I’m not good." She licked her fingers and
then wiped her mouth. "How are you feeling?" Malik smiled blissfully. Mariku
lay down beside her and wrapped her arms around Malik. She kissed her temple.
"Don’t you dare to fall asleep now," she whispered into Malik’s ear. “I want to
feel your tongue, too.”
***** Going Swimming *****
Mariku adjusted his sunglasses. Malik sighed. "So many people," he grumbled.
"What did you expect? It’s freaking hot." He looked up at the blue sky; not a
cloud was to be seen. He could feel the heat even through the soles of his
shoes. Malik made a disgruntled sound. They walked along the path looking for a
free, shady spot. They had to dodge screaming children, someone bumped into
Malik and Mariku felt the mood of his boyfriend getting worse. It had been
Malik's idea to go to the pool. Mariku had warned him, but Malik had, as
always, got his way.
Malik threw his bag on the grass. They had found a shady spot at least. There
wasn’t much space and Mariku left Malik the shady spot. The sun burned a hole
in the fabric of his shirt; at least it felt like that. To take it off did not
help.
They sat down on the blanket and Malik threw the sunscreen to Mariku. Without
saying anything, he turned his back to him and stroked his hair to the side.
Mariku gave Malik a slight massage, while he put on the lotion. "We need a
pool," mumbled Malik.
"And we put in the living room?" Mariku asked with a grin.
"We need a house with a garden."
Mariku smiled. "One day we will have one." Lost in thought, he caressed Malik’s
sides.
"Mariku," Malik whispered.
"Huh?"
"Stop it." Surprised stopped Mariku his touches. He had begun to caress Malik
sensitive areas by accident. "Your turn."
Mariku put him off. "I don’t need that."
Malik looked at him sternly. "Yes, you do! I don’t want to listen to the
whining when you get sunburn." Grumbling Mariku turned around. Despite
everything, he enjoyed the feeling of Malik's fingers on his skin. Malik
returned the favor of the little massage and Mariku sighed contentedly.
"Ow," he exclaimed as Malik hit him with the flat of his hand on the back.
"Finished!"
"Little Rat." Mariku pulled Malik into his arms and nibbled at his earlobe.
Malik pushed him away.
"We are not alone," he muttered embarrassed and stood up. "Let’s go to the
water."
They walked across the meadow, because the path was too heated for bare feet.
Malik shivered as he stepped into the cool water. He stayed on the first stair
while Mariku plunged into the cool water. "What’s wrong?" asked Mariku after
his friend made no move to go deeper into the water.
"It's cold."
"That's why we're here." He splashed some water in Malik's direction and Malik
turned to the side. "Come on, it's great." But Malik didn’t move. Mariku came
closer and held out his hand. "Come on." After a moment of hesitation Malik
grabbed Mariku’s hand and Mariku let himself fall back into the water, dragging
Malik with him.
Malik shivered and trembled. He pressed himself against Mariku. Mariku kissed
his forehead. "See? It wasn’t so bad.”
"It's still cold," Malik grumbled.
"Then get moving," said Mariku grinning and dipped Malik under.
"You bastard," hissed Malik as he came back up and tried to grab Mariku, but he
wrenched his grasp, dived and brought distance between himself and Malik, with
fast swimming strokes. "I'll get you!" He hurried after Mariku, but he wasn’t
nearly as agile as his boyfriend.
Mariku laughed and provoked Malik with words even more. He made sure that there
was always enough distance between the two of them. Suddenly, however, he lost
sight of Malik in the crowd. He spun around. "Malik? Malik?" Mariku felt
Malik’s hands on his shoulders as he tried to push him under water, but Mariku
grabbed Malik's arms and threw him over his head right into the water. Snorting
Malik appeared again. "And that's why you’re bottom."
Malik hung on his boyfriend with an annoyed expression. "I'm tired. I want ice-
cream." He let himself pull through the water by Mariku.
"Which kind?"
"One with chocolate, I don’t care which kind." They went back to their place
and Malik wrapped himself in his towel. Mariku dried himself only casually and
searched in his pocket for his wallet. Malik leaned against the tree trunk and
closed his eyes.
"Hey." Malik woke up. "Are you asleep?" Malik wiped his eyes and took the ice-
cream from Mariku.
"A little bit." He yawned.
Isn’t the tree uncomfortable?" Malik nodded. "Move.” Mariku stood up and Malik
slid to the side with a questioning expression. Mariku took Malik’s seat,
leaning against the tree. Malik sat in the spot between Mariku’s legs and
leaned himself against the chest of his boyfriend. It felt much better than the
trunk. "Better?"
Malik nodded again. "Thank you."
***** During their morning rituals *****
Malik slowly opened his eyes. He yawned and tried to stretch, but this was
prevented by Mariku who had him in a tight grip. One arm was placed
possessively around him and pressed him against Mariku’s bare chest. His left
leg lay over Malik and also prevented any movement. Malik felt the steady
breathing of his boyfriend in his neck. This was how he woke up almost every
morning. He enjoyed it, but was pretty annoyed about it at the same time. He
tried to push Mariku’s arm of himself, but without success. "Mariku," he said
aloud, but he got no answer. Again, he braced himself against Mariku’s arm. He
heard a grunt and the arm closed more tightly around him. "Mariku!" A grunt.
Malik sighed. Every morning was the same. He squirmed and kicked until he had
at least his legs free, then he slid down from Mariku’s hug. As a substitute
Mariku grabbed Malik's pillow and pressed it to himself.
Malik shuffled into the bathroom. He pulled faces in the mirror before he
grabbed his toothbrush. While he brushed his teeth, he went into the kitchen to
begin with the breakfast preparations. Should he make waffles? Malik paused in
motion; he shrugged his shoulders and continued brushing his teeth. No, too
much work. He set up the toaster and put dishes on the table, then went back to
the bathroom.
His path led from the bathroom to the bedroom. Mariku was still in an intimate
embrace with the pillow and didn’t move. "Mariku get up!" No response. "Mariku
it’s breakfast time." He shook his shoulder.
"Leave me," muttered Mariku and turned away from Malik.
Malik sighed and put his hands on his hips. "Within the next ten minutes you
get up or you can take care of your food on your own." Malik went back into the
kitchen and set the breakfast table completely. He poured himself a glass of
orange juice and threw a glance at the clock again. Mariku had three minutes
left.
Exactly ten minutes after Malik's warning words Mariku showed up at the kitchen
door and entered with sagging shoulders. His hair was a disaster and his face
cried out, "Why the hell am I not in bed?" His shorts were hanging loosely on
his hips and looked more like they were about to slip to the ground any minute.
Malik looked away with slightly flushed cheeks. Mariku was sexy even when he
was really sleepy and wasn’t even aware of it.
"Good morning," Malik said, giving his boyfriend a glass of orange juice.
Mariku only made a grunting sound. He sat crooked in his chair and supported
himself with his elbows on the table. His head rested in his palm and he looked
like he was about to fall asleep again. Mariku wasn’t a morning person. He
would sleep until noon if Malik would let him. But he could stay awake all
night while Malik preferred going to bed early. Their daily rhythms didn’t fit
together, but they had still managed to co-ordinate themselves. "Hey,
sleepyhead." Malik gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Don’t look so grim."
A small smile crossed Mariku’s face. Surprisingly Mariku pulled Malik on his
lap and buried his face in Malik's hair. "I'd rather have you for breakfast,"
he muttered.
***** Spooning *****
They argued a lot. And often. You could almost call it a hobby. They always
found a reason to complain about each other, but the biggest point of
contention in their relationship was the cuddling. Malik loved to cuddle with
Mariku after sex and before going to sleep; to pet him and just enjoy his
proximity. Mariku hated it. Although every morning he was clutching Malik so
tightly, Malik could scarcely move, he wanted his peace and just sleep after
sex.
Therefore, there was extra trouble every night because they simply didn’t find
a compromise.
"Mariku," Malik purred as his fingers danced down Mariku’s spine. Mariku was
resting on his stomach; his head turned away from Malik. "Just a little bit."
"I said no," muttered Mariku.
"Only for a few minutes.”
"No!"
"Please."
"Bite me!"
"I just did. I don’t demand anything impossible from you."
"You do."
"I wake up every morning in your stranglehold; so why not now?"
"I want to sleep."
"And I want to cuddle."
"Not my problem."
"It is!"
"Let me get some sleep. I'm tired!"
"I’ll let you sleep, when you take me in your arms."
"No."
"Mariku!"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Maybe because I've had enough of you," he hissed at him.
Malik mouth dropped open in surprise. He hadn’t expected such harsh words.
Furious, he pursed his lips and stared at Mariku. "Good," he spat and turned
his back on Mariku. They often said the meanest things to each other, but this
time Malik really felt hurt. He put his arms protectively around himself and
curled up.
Mariku chewed on his lower lip. He didn’t need to see Malik to know that he had
gone too far. He simply wanted to be left alone. Why ended each day with a
fight? Mariku sighed. He hated it when there was this awkward tension between
them.
He turned to the side and slid close to Malik. He put his arms around him and
pressed Malik against himself. "I didn’t mean it," he whispered.
"Hmph.”
"I'm sorry. I can never get enough of you, you know that."
"Then why won’t you cuddle?"
Mariku sighed. "Because every time I’m so close to you, I get a hard-on and
therefore can’t fall asleep anymore."
Malik laughed softly, then he reached down and gently stroked Mariku’s
currently flaccid member. "Next time," he turned a little and kissed Mariku,
"do something about it, no matter how late it is."
***** Doing something together *****
"This is such a shame," bleated Mariku for the umpteenth time. Malik rolled his
eyes annoyed. Couldn’t he just shut the fuck up? He was going on his nerves
since an hour already. "This is pure waste!"
"Be quiet already!” Malik hissed.
"Then drive faster damnit. Such a car and you crawl. This is embarrassing!"
"We have no hurry," Malik disagreed with gritted teeth.
"Driving fast isn’t about being in a hurry or not. It's about speed." Mariku
seemed totally gobsmacked that Malik didn’t understand. "Drive into the parking
lot there. I’ll drive."
"Forget it! I'm not tired of life." Angry Mariku crossed his arms over his
chest. He stared ahead at the road. His jaw was tense. He couldn’t believe that
Malik only drove 120 km/h. The car managed to go at least 250! "Are you pouting
now?"
"Bite me." He slid deeper into his seat and looked out the side window.
"What are you doing?"
"Sleeping," muttered Mariku.
"You promised to entertain me!"
"Not when you’re driving like a retiree."
"Mariku! It’s a five hours drive!"
"Wake me up when we get there."
"Mariku!"
But Mariku answered nothing. Malik pressed his lips together angrily. He was
like a little kid! Could he not once act like an adult? Malik didn’t want to
drive fast. He didn’t want to place Mariku and himself in danger just because
he raced like a madman. He gave nothing to the thrill of speed, which Mariku
loved so much. Malik sighed. But Mariku loved all that stuff. For Malik it was
important that a car drove smoothly, nothing more, but Mariku needed all the
bells and whistles which was simply unnecessary and only cost money.
Malik would have preferred it that Mariku drove anyway, but he drove too fast
and that made him nervous. He yawned and turned the music louder. Oh great,
hopefully Mariku calmed himself soon. He needed entertainment. Driving bored
him already.
"You can drive on our way home, okay?" suggested Malik.
Mariku turned to him. He had raised his eyebrows skeptical. "As fast as I
want?"
"Can we agree on no faster than 180?"
"Hmph." Mariku looked out of the window again.
"Okay, okay, let's say 200?" He panicked already. Mariku sat up. 200 seemed to
be acceptable for him. "But please don’t do anything risky."
Surprised Mariku looked at Malik. "I would never do something that places you
in danger." Malik sighed with relief. "Can we take a break and eat something?"
"Already? We had breakfast not so long ago."
"It's been 2 hours!"
"Oh well. The next rest stop is ten kilometers ahead." He turned down the
volume of the music.
Malik parked the car on a nearly empty parking lot. They got out and got
themselves a cup of coffee. Malik sat yawning in the back seat with his legs
hanging out of the car. Mariku abutted next to him on the car. Silently they
drank their coffee and Mariku ate a candy bar.
"If you're too tired to continue driving, let me know," Mariku said casually
after Malik yawned again.
"No chance," Malik said with a smile and stood up. He slammed the door and
wadded the paper cup in his hand. Mariku followed him to the dustbin.
Just as Malik turned back to the car Mariku grabbed him and pushed him kissing
on the hood. Surprised Malik sank down on the metal. "What are you doing?" He
asked quietly after he had slightly pushed Mariku away.
"I've always wanted to see you naked on a car hood." Malik blushed. "And then
fuck you."
"Are you crazy? This is a public parking lot," Malik muttered.
"So what?" Mariku grinned and pressed his lips on Malik’s.
"You can’t!" Again he pushed Mariku away.
"Nobody’s here." Just at that moment a car parked nearby and a family got out.
Malik stood up, straightened his shoulders and stroked his shirt smooth. Mariku
grumbled.
"Another time," Malik whispered apologetically and gave Mariku a bottom smack.
With a disappointed expression Mariku dropped into the passenger seat. "But
then I also take some photos," he said defiantly.
"Are you kidding me? Definitely not."
Mariku grinned. They would see about that.
***** In Formal Wear *****
Skeptically Mariku looked in the mirror and wrinkled his nose. He played around
with the tie. Malik sighed. "Stop it." He straightened his tie and buttoned up
his jacket. He brushed a piece of lint from the black fabric.
"I feel totally overdressed," muttered Mariku.
Malik laughed. "We are going to a wedding. You are definitely not overdressed."
"You look much better."
"You look fantastic," Malik said, smiling. He looked at his friend: Mariku wore
a black suit, a classic white shirt and a dark purple tie. Malik looked the
same, except his lavender tie. Mariku took a deep breath. "Would you rather
wear a bow tie?"
"No," replied Mariku quickly. "Certainly not."
"Just imagine you're James Bond."
Mariku grinned. The idea appealed to him. "Are you my Bond girl?"
"Sure." Malik pinched Mariku in the butt. His grin widened. "You look hot and
come on now; I don’t want to be late."
 
"Why couldn’t we only come for dinner? I'm hungry," grumbled Mariku.
"Please, pull yourself together," Malik whispered. "You promised."
"Yeah, yeah." They waited for the bride to arrive. Malik was curious how his
sister would look like.
It was a strange sight to see Seto Kaiba in a traditional kimono and Jonouchi
was grinning in his direction the whole time. Kaiba gave him a "Who even
invited you”-look.
The bell rang and all eyes turned to the door of the shrine. The priest came in
and behind him followed Isis accompanied by Rishid who led her down the aisle.
She wore a traditional wedding kimono. Her long black hair was elaborately
fitted up and she wore two white flowers in her hair. Malik made a pleased
sound, while Mariku rolled his eyes.
It was hard for him to keep his eyes open during the whole ceremony. Why were
weddings just so boring? Malik, however, followed every word with beaming eyes.
Mariku stifled a yawn. Malik suddenly grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly.
Surprised, Mariku looked at him. As he saw his smile, his heart began to race.
He looked away as he felt that he was blushing. His stomach tingled. Damn, he
loved this boy.
 
"Finally something to eat," muttered Mariku after the ceremony.
"Not yet," objected Malik and Mariku sighed. Why did he skip breakfast?
The way to the ballroom was not far, and because the weather was fine, they had
placed the tables and chairs outside. "You look as if you want to get married
yourself," said Mariku as Malik admired the decoration.
Malik turned around; a mischievous grin on his lips. He stroked over Mariku’s
jacket. "Maybe I want that." Mariku opened his mouth, but then closed it again,
because he didn’t know how to respond. Malik looked around quickly if someone
was watching them, then he gave Mariku a quick kiss.
Suddenly, there was applause and Malik spun around. His sister had changed her
clothes. She wore an elegant champagne-colored dress with fine golden
embroidery. Her hands were painted with red henna color. Even her hair had
changed. Wavy tresses were hanging out of her up-do. Seto had also changed into
a suit, which was champagne colored as well.
Malik was the first to congratulate. He hugged his sister dearly. "You're
beautiful," he said enthusiastically.
"Thank you, Malik." She kissed her brother on the cheek.
Mariku shifted from one leg to the other. "Congratulations, I think."
"Thanks Mariku." She smiled at him and hugged him; Mariku’s eyes widened in
surprise. Isis and he never had a particularly good relationship. Slowly, he
also put his arms around her. When she kissed him on the cheek, Mariku was
speechless. Amused Malik pulled him aside so that the other guests were able to
congratulate.
Mariku touched his cheek. He seemed to be seriously shocked. "I'm kind of
jealous that someone else has made you speechless," Malik sighed theatrically.
"But at least it remains in the family."
Mariku broke away from his scared stiffness. "I would never, never ever with
Isis..." But Malik laughed. He linked arms with Mariku and they watched as the
other guests congratulated the newlyweds.
"Were you serious when you said you want to get married too?"
"Maybe."
“That's no answer.”
"Why? Are you proposing to me?"
"Maybe."
***** Dancing *****
Mariku sipped his glass with slouched shoulders. Since the meal was over, he
was bored. Malik next to him tapped his foot and that annoyed him. He tried to
distract himself by observing the dancing crowd. He was out of patience for
this damn wedding. He was glad, Malik had only one sister. He rested his head
onto his palm and closed his eyes.
"Mariku. Mariku." Malik touched him on the shoulder and Mariku startled.
"What," he yawned.
"I want to dance."
"And?"
"With you."
Mariku sighed. "I don’t dance," he explained briefly and rested his head back
on the palm.
"Please, it's the last dance."
"Can we go home then?" Malik nodded. "Can I fuck you the rest of the evening?"
Another nod. "Okay." Mariku stood up and held out his hand. Smiling Malik took
his hand and let him usher to the dance floor. "But don’t complain if I step on
your feet."
"No," Malik said softly and snuggled up to his boyfriend.
“You have to lead, because I don’t know how this works."
Malik laughed. "I also have no idea."
"What are we doing here then?"
"I just wanted to dance with you."
Mariku put his arms around Malik and gave him a kiss on his temple. "You're a
little crazy."
"Yes, for you."
"Don’t get cheesy."
"We are at a wedding; this is the best place to be cheesy."
Slowly they moved to the beat of the music. Malik's head rested on Mariku’s
shoulder and his eyes were closed. He enjoyed being so close to his loved one.
To his surprise Mariku had now taken the lead, and even showed some sense of
tact. Malik was pleasantly surprised. But dancers were good in bed as the
saying goes. He chuckled.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," Malik replied and looked up. He kissed Mariku. "You're just
wonderful as always."
"Oho, is that really you?" replied Mariku laughing. "I’ll remind you of these
words, when you're mad at me the next time." Smiling Malik placed his head
again on Mariku’s shoulder and let him get swayed away from the beat. He was
close to falling asleep.
The music faded away and there was one last round of applause. Malik stepped
one step back from Mariku, but still held his hand.
"Can we go home now?"
"Yes," Malik said, and yawned. He leaned against Mariku.
"Good, because being this close really turned me on."
Malik laughed. "You're incorrigible."
***** Baking *****
"What are you doing?" Asked Mariku and leaned against the door frame.
"Oh Mariku, you’re already awake?" Malik bit his lower lip. Why was he awake?
Normally he slept until noon so why had he to get up early today of all days?
"Yes, is there a problem?" He pushed himself away from the door frame and came
closer. With raised eyebrows he looked at the ingredients that Malik had laid
on the table. "What are you doing?" He repeated his question.
"Baking."
"Baking?" Mariku asked.
"Yes, I want cake."
"Why don’t you just buy some?"
"Because I want to make one myself?"
Mariku sank into a chair. "Can you even bake?"
"Yes," Malik said, annoyed. "And if you mind, then go into the living room
until I'm done."
But Mariku made no effort to move. "I can help you."
"YOU?" Malik said incredulously. He doubted the Mariku was a big help. "This is
probably not a good idea."
"You always complain that I never help you and now I want to and you won’t let
me. Make up your mind."
Malik sighed. How should he argue against that? "Okay." He put two small bowls
before Mariku. "Separate the yolk from the egg white, can you do that?"
"Sure," Mariku replied confidently. He reached into the pack with the eggs,
took one out and looked at it. "How do I do it?" Malik got a bad feeling. He
took an egg himself and showed Mariku how to crack it. "Easy."
Malik turned his back on Mariku to weigh the sugar. The next moment he heard
the breaking of the egg shell and an "Oh". Slowly, he turned around, only to
see how Mariku had half the egg running down his arm, the broken shell still in
his hand. The yolk swirled in his lap. Malik touched his forehead. He didn’t
even know what to say. "Pretty unstable," muttered Mariku. He let the shell
fall into one of the bowls and tried to remove the yolk from his lap. It
slipped through his fingers and it just got worse. Malik looked at him
speechless.
"Don’t worry, I'll do the clean up." Mariku washed his hands and held a
dishtowel beneath the water jet.
He mopped the floor and chair. When getting up he rammed his shoulder against
the table. The flour pack wiggled dangerously. Malik wanted to grab it, but he
was too slow. Flour scattered over the floor. "Oh," Mariku said again. "I'll
take care of it."
"No Mariku, don’t-"
"I'll do it."
"No, really, I’ll-" Malik closed his eyes as the milk soaked his socks. With a
rampant arm movement Mariku had also knocked off the milk from the table. "Get
out!"
"Malik..."
"OUT!”
***** In battle, side-by-side *****
"Who would have thought it would ever come to this," gasped Mariku and wiped
the sweat from his forehead.
"Are you already out of breath?" Malik said, grinning mischievously. He managed
to hide his exhaustion. He looked up the rock wall behind them. They had been
pushed into a corner and the only way that remained to them was forward,
through the ranks of their former allies. Malik pulled an arrow from his
quiver. That would be bloody.
"Can you do it? Slaughter your own people?"
Malik nodded hesitantly. "And you?"
"I've been waiting decades for this moment." Mariku’s grin contorted as his
body began to change. Malik was watching the transformation process fascinated.
Mariku’s clothes ripped, fur was growing on his skin. His fingers became claws.
Mariku fell forward onto all fours. He groaned painfully.
Panting, he lay on the ground for a moment, and then straightened himself.
Malik looked up at him and swallowed. He felt tiny next to Mariku’s werewolf
form. Mariku straightened his back and howled. Not too far away from them his
howling was returned. Mariku growled. His eyes flashed. He was ready to fight.
Malik stroked Mariku through the fur on his arm. A large paw lay down on his
head. Mariku could crush him with ease. Malik clung to him. He didn’t know if
he would see Mariku again at the end of the day. He heard the beating of great
wings and the horses' hooves on the rocks. They whinnied nervously.
Malik bent his bow. "Don’t die."
Mariku made a growling sound, which sounded almost amused.
It was as if all hell broke over them. Mariku wiped aside the first volley of
arrows with one movement of his arm.
They wasted no more time talking. They had already talked enough. Malik saw the
hatred in the eyes of those with whom he had once fought side by side. He was a
traitor because he had chosen Mariku. Malik felt the anger rising in him. They
knew nothing! Blind obedience was all that they knew. He killed without
hesitation, ignoring the arrow in his shoulder.
He drew his short sword and whirled around to catch the blow, which came from
behind, but Mariku was faster. Blood spurted Malik's face as Mariku ripped of
the head of their opponent. Mariku was in his element. His fur was soaked with
blood. It stuck to his mouth and nose. The two arrows in his back, he did not
seem to notice. Only the deep scratch wound on Mariku’s arm disturbed Malik,
but he had no time to worry, because their fight still wasn’t over.
His sword pierced in the heart of another werewolf and when he tried to pull it
out, he was thrown to the ground. Malik screamed. The arrow in his shoulder
came out on the other side. Unarmed he was below his opponent. He saw teeth
flashing, ready to bite, but the next moment his opponent was torn from him.
Mariku’s claws dug into the upper body.
Malik had difficulties, coming to his feet. He had barely any strength left.
Mariku stood in front of him like a protective wall and let out a fearsome
roar. The survivors ran and Malik and Mariku were left alone on the
battlefield. Malik broke the arrow, threw the shaft to the side and put his
hand over his shoulder. He took a deep breath, and dragged at the arrowhead. He
cried out and went back to his knees. Mariku plopped down next to him.
"Mariku." He carefully removed the arrows from his back. Mariku growled, but
did not move. The wounds on his arm were worse. Malik didn’t know where to
begin. He knew that only the werewolf form ensured that Mariku stayed
conscious. Would he turn back now, he would most likely bleed to death. "We
have to clean the wounds," said Malik. "Can you move?" Mariku stood up and
Malik sighed in relief. They had been lucky. Just a little longer and they
would not have survived this battle. He let his gaze wander over the
battlefield. They had won. They had survived, but they had no time to rest.
Mariku put his paw again on Malik's head and Malik looked up to him. Mariku
leaned down and licked Malik over his face. "Ugh! Mariku! This is really
disgusting!" But he smiled. Whatever would approach them, they would get
through it together.
***** Arguing *****
"Mariku, could you please help me?" Malik was in the kitchen, preparing dinner,
while his boyfriend lazed around on the couch and watched TV.
"With what?"
"Cutting the onions."
"Don’t feel like it."
"You want something to eat or not?"
"I could order a pizza." Mariku shrugged. Malik angrily slammed the knife into
the countertop. It fell clattering to the ground. He went to the living room.
"You know, every now and then you could help me. It won’t hurt you," he
snapped.
Mariku rolled his eyes. "I've worked all day, now I want my peace."
"Oh, and I don’t?"
"You have enough time, Mister part-time job." Malik pressed his lips together.
"Now make me something to eat."
"Mariku, I'm really fed up! Who do you think I am? Your slave? I wash, clean,
tidy up after you. Every evening I cook you something for dinner, set breakfast
every morning and make sure that you have something to eat for lunch when
you're at work. Have you ever helped me? No! Have I ever heard a word of
thanks? No! Everything you do when you get home is bum around on the couch or
you're going to the gym. And when we’re fucking, it’s over in ten minutes."
Mariku had now risen. "It’s more than ten minutes."
Malik made a derogatory sound. "In past times maybe. Today it’s not more than
in-out and good night. We no longer do stuff together. On the weekends you go
out with your friends rather than to do something with me, and then you come
home dead drunk and sleep all Sunday!"
"Be glad that I do come home," hissed Mariku and crossed his arms over his
chest.
Malik took a moment to handle this sentence. "What do you mean?" His voice
trembled, and a knot formed in his chest. Suddenly, he had the creeping
horrors. Had Mariku cheated on him? He didn’t know what happened when he was
out with his friends. He had always trusted him, but this trust just crumbled.
Mariku gave him a cocky grin. "Answer me!"
"I don’t feel like talking to you any longer." Mariku grabbed his jacket.
"You're acting like a hysterical woman, I can do without that.”
“Mariku, you answer me right now!" Malik obstructed Mariku, but Mariku simply
shove him aside. "If you walk through that door..."
"What?" Mariku asked provocative.
"Then I never ever want to see you again." The door closed behind Mariku, and
Malik was left alone.
***** Making up afterwards *****
Malik curled up on Mariku’s side of the bed and put his arms around himself.
For over a week, he had heard nothing from Mariku. He couldn’t remember ever
having been separated from Mariku such a long time without having at least
heard his voice. He felt terrible about their fight and wanted to make it
undone. Why had he only said that Mariku should never come back again? What if
he really never came back? Was it over? Did Mariku still think about him? Or
had he already found another guy? Malik couldn’t bare the pain in his chest.
Mariku has always been popular, but Malik had never worried because all the
time Mariku only had eyes for him. But now? Did he cheat on him? For how long?
Malik sat up and wiped the tears from his eyes. He could no longer sit here.
Should he look for Mariku? And then what? Apologize? So everything stayed the
same? He didn’t want that, but he also wanted Mariku. He loved him.
Maybe he could find him in his favorite bar. But what if he wasn’t alone? Malik
pressed his lips together. He didn’t know what he would do then. Malik grabbed
his jacket, put on his shoes and opened the door.
Mariku stood before him. He looked just as surprised as Malik. The jacket fell
to the floor. "Mariku." His voice failed him.
"Hey." They stared at each other. Malik's heart raced with anxiety. Why was he
here? Did he want to get his stuff? "Can I come in? Or bad timing?"
With one foot Malik dragged his jacket back inside and opened the door a little
further.
"No, it's okay." He let Mariku enter and closed the door behind him. He picked
up his jacket and took off his shoes. Mariku stood in the living room and did
not move. He avoided eye contact. Malik couldn’t stand it, "Are you here to
fetch your stuff?"
"Do you want me to get my stuff?" Mariku sounded unusually sad. Malik stared
wordlessly at Mariku. He had never seen him so depressed.
Malik was on the verge of tears. He loved Mariku. He loved him so much. He
couldn’t allow him to leave. He needed him. The tears flowed freely. Mariku put
his arms around Malik and hugged him. Malik wrapped his arms around Mariku’s
neck.
"Don’t leave me," he sobbed. He clung to his shirt.
"I'm so sorry," whispered Mariku. "I was such an asshole." He kissed Malik's
temple. He held Malik tight until Malik had calmed down. Mariku wiped the tears
from his cheeks. "I love you." He kissed Malik. "I've never cheated on you. I
wouldn’t even think about it. Please believe me."
Malik smiled weakly. "I know." He put his head against Mariku’s chest. How
could he have ever doubted him?
"I’ll change. I want it to be like in the past." He placed a kiss on Malik's
hair. "But it was more than ten minutes."
Malik laughed. "Please don’t tell me this was the only thing you worried
about."
"No, but since you’re not going to throw me out I wanted to raise the subject
again."
Malik pulled Mariku close for a kiss. "How about if you prove it to me?"
"With pleasure."
Kissing they settled down on the bed. Mariku’s hand stroked Malik’s sides
gently. Malik rubbed his knee against his crotch. Mariku gasped. "You're
already hard?" Malik asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I haven’t had sex in a week. I’m dried out," said Mariku. He pushed Malik's
shirt up and kissed his belly. "Are those my clothes?"
"Yes," Malik admitted, blushing. He had Mariku missed so much that he was even
running around in his clothes.
"Cute," Mariku murmured against his skin. He kissed his way up. His tongue
circled Malik’s nipples, then he closed his lips around the right one and bit
gently into it. Malik gasped. He put his arm over his eyes and enjoyed the
feelings that went through him. It was so long ago since Mariku had really
taken care of him.
As Mariku bit into Malik’s neck, Malik groaned. Mariku sucked on the sensitive
skin and left a dark mark. Malik touched the wet spot. "How old are you? 14?"
"I didn’t fuck you with 14."
"No, but you made super embarrassing hickeys."
Mariku grinned. "I had to show everyone that you’re mine."
"Who would have ever dared to compete with you?"
Mariku made a thoughtful expression and started to count something on his
fingers. At three, he stopped. "Right off the bat I can think of three guys."
"Three?" Malik asked in disbelief.
"You were quite popular." Mariku shrugged. "But you've decided for the right
one."
"Who else was interested?" Malik asked, but Mariku just kissed him.
"I'll tell you another time." He took off the shirt and threw it aside.
"But I want to know now!"
Sighing Mariku dropped himself on Malik. "Please Malik," he said in a whining
tone. "I want to fuck you. I can’t take it anymore." Malik laughed softly and
rubbed his knee again against Mariku’s cock. "Oh Malik, yes..." Malik used his
weight to turn Mariku on his back, and sat on his lap. Mariku looked up to his
boyfriend with lust-soaked eyes. Malik pushed Mariku’s shirt up and stroked the
strong muscles. Maybe he shouldn’t have complained about the gym, after all, it
was indeed for the good.
Satisfied, he realized how Mariku trembled under his touch. He opened the
button of his pants and slowly pulled the zipper down. Mariku’s hard-on pressed
against the fabric of his shorts. With his forefinger Malik stroked along it,
Mariku groaned softly. Malik straightened himself and Mariku lifted his hips so
Malik could pull his pants down. He did it just a little bit, only enough so
that Mariku’s cock was exposed. Mariku closed his eyes as Malik began to rub
his arousal. He did it painfully slow, it made him almost mad. When he felt the
wet tongue on the tip he opened his eyes again to watch Malik. He caressed only
the tip and Mariku rolled his eyes in pleasure. If Malik continued with this,
Mariku would come faster than he liked. But Malik knew that as well, and pulled
his head back. He got rid of his remaining clothes and sat back down on
Mariku’s lap.
They kissed eagerly. Malik rubbed his butt against Mariku’s cock. With relish
he let himself sink down on Mariku’s dick. He was so used to it that it no
longer hurt. Panting, he remained still. He loved the feeling when he was
inside him. He began to move his hips. They both moaned.
Malik leaned forward. Their lips were almost touching, but not kissing. Gasping
and groaning they looked at each other. Mariku put his hands on Malik's hips.
"I don’t think I can keep this up much longer," gasped Mariku. He was still
sensitive because of Malik’s foreplay.
“Don’t you dare to come before I do." Malik straightened himself again and
moved faster. He touched himself. Mariku couldn’t take his eyes off. How could
he ever even make a suggestion that he would cheat on Malik? No one was as hot
as Malik and no one would ever be as hot as him.
Malik came all over Mariku’s upper body and Mariku sighed relieved. He couldn’t
stand it a second longer. Groaning, he came shortly after Malik.
“So, now back to the question: who?" Malik said as he snuggled up against
Mariku.
"Who what?" Asked Mariku and yawned.
"Who else was keen on me?"
"Is that important?"
"Yes! I always thought everyone would like you and I was just lucky."
Mariku kissed him. "I'm the one who’s lucky."
"Don’t try to distract me."
Mariku buried Malik beneath him and kissed him. "Another time; I'd rather fuck
you again."
***** Gazing into each others’ eyes *****
They stared at each other for a while already. They looked deep into their eyes
with a straight face. Malik had always loved Mariku’s eyes: unfathomable and a
bit cold; except, when he was looking at him. One look was enough to give him
goose bumps. His eyes trapped him like a spell. Just like hypnosis. Malik could
still remember the amused look Mariku had given him when they met for the first
time. He fell for his eyes immediately, even though he was really mad at him at
that time. Mariku licked his lips and Malik was tempted to avert his eyes. He
wanted to kiss him.
Mariku had supported his head with his palm. He wondered what Malik was
thinking. Surely no such nice things like he thought of. He suppressed a grin.
Ordinarily he could read everything in Malik's eyes. They showed any emotion he
felt. At the moment, he looked amused. He loved to look into Malik's eyes. Even
if Malik was angry with him, he enjoyed it. He loved the passion in his eyes.
It was even better when they had sex. He literally forced Malik to look at him
while they were having sex. The lust in his eyes kind of stimulated him more
than his body.
Malik saw how Mariku’s mouth twitched, trying to keep up his straight face. He
rubbed his earlobe. How long would they sit here? Silently and looking into
each others’ eyes?
The minutes passed. Mariku’s mouth twitched again, and then he began to laugh.
"Shit!" He covered his eyes with his hand and Malik leaned back with a
satisfied grin.
"You lose."
"Fuck you."
"Loser," Malik repeated with a singsong voice.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Sighing Mariku stood up and walked to the sink. He
turned on the faucet.
"You simply can’t stay serious.”
"Fuck you, Malik."
"Maybe later. First you’re washing-up, because you lost, and I won."
Mariku only showed him his middle finger.
***** Getting married *****
Chapter Notes
     Sequel to Day 19
Once again Mariku straightened his tie and smoothed his jacket. Sighing, he
looked in the mirror. He pulled at his hair and grimaced. "It won’t get better
no matter what you do," Bakura said in a bored voice. He also wore a suit and
sat sideways in a chair. His legs dangled over the armrest.
"I've never understood why people still wear an additional vest beneath the
suit," muttered Mariku without paying Bakura attention. Bakura just shrugged
his shoulders.
Mariku paced up and down restlessly. He wiped his face several times and took a
deep breath. "Stop being so nervous." Bakura sounded annoyed.
"Who actually invited you?"
"You."
"Was I drunk?"
"Of course."
"That explains your presence."
Ryou came in. "It's time," he said to Mariku, smiling, but his eyes darkened as
he looked at Bakura. "Sit decent," he snapped. "The suit will wrinkle up!"
Mariku left the two white-haired men arguing. He swallowed as he entered the
room. The registrar looked up from his papers. Mariku took a glance around the
room and the few present people: Isis, Seto and Rishid. That was everyone. He
was glad about that. It made him even more nervous that the three were staring
at him. Bakura and Ryou came after him through the door, and while Ryou
disappeared into a side room, Bakura stood next to him. How drunk must he have
been to make him his best man? Mariku resisted the urge to straighten his tie
again. He was sweating.
The side door opened again and Mariku had his heart in his mouth. Smiling and
stroking back a strand Malik came in. He wore a white suit with a lilac shirt
underneath and a purple handkerchief in a breast pocket. Mariku returned his
smile nervously. "I was hoping you would wear a dress," whispered Mariku. Malik
smiled and turned his gaze to the registrar.
"I’m wearing a garter," he said with a glance at Mariku. "I expect you to
undress me with your teeth." Mariku suppressed the grin.
"That is more than I ever wanted to know," Bakura grumbled and Ryou shot him an
angry look.
The ceremony began and the registrar made a little speech. The words washed
across Mariku. He was too nervous to focus on it. The blood roared in his ears.
In his whole life he had never been so excited.
"Mariku Nijad," as the registrar spoke to him, he swallowed, "do you want to
take the here present Malik Ishtar to your rightful husband, love and honor him
in good times and bad? Answer now: Yes, I will."
"Yes, I will." Despite his nervousness, the words came clear and without
hesitation from his mouth. He had never been so sure about something in his
life.
"And you Malik Ishtar, do want to take the here present Mariku Nijad for your
rightful husband, love and honor him in good times and bad? Answer now: Yes, I
will."
"Yes, I will," Malik said with a smile.
"Ex officio, I declare you a lawful married couple. The rings, please."
Ryou stepped forward; in his hand he held a small, purple cushion on which the
rings lay. Gently, Mariku placed the ring on Malik’s finger. As soon as Malik
had placed the ring on Mariku’s finger, they kissed. It was official: They
belonged together.
The registrar read out the marriage entry and then asked for the signatures.
Mariku’s hand trembled as he put his name on the entry. Malik paused briefly.
He made a pleased sound. "What is it?" Mariku asked quietly, but Malik just
shrugged his shoulders and then signed with his new surname. An unusual
gesture, but one he liked.
They stepped back, so Ryou and Bakura could sign as their witnesses. Isis gave
her brother a hug. "Congratulations." She kissed him.
"Thank you."
Addressing Mariku she said, "Take good care of him."
Mariku looked at her and then to Malik. A gentle smile appeared on his lips.
"That’s what I was born to do."
***** On one of their birthdays *****
Having your birthday on the same day as your boyfriend could be a blessing and
a curse. They had agreed on not giving each other presents, but to spend the
whole day together. And that’s where the problems started: while Malik liked to
invite his siblings for cake and a cup of coffee, Mariku wanted peace. He and
Malik's siblings hadn’t a very good relationship, so the atmosphere was always
very tense when they were together. Malik and Mariku had agreed on a
compromise: they took turns on planning their birthdays. This year it was
Mariku’s day.
Malik woke up early as usual. He freed himself from Mariku’s hug and got
dressed. In the fridge were two halves of cake, one with strawberries for Malik
and one with extra chocolate for Mariku. Malik didn’t hurry as he prepared
breakfast, Mariku would still spend a few hours in bed. Malik cut off a small
piece of his cake and while he ate, he flipped through the cookbooks. He
pondered for days already about what to cook. Mariku had expressed no wish,
just shrugged his shoulders, which wasn’t much of a help. Malik sighed.
"Malik," he suddenly heard Mariku’s voice from the bedroom. Malik closed the
cookbook and joined his beloved.
"Good morning," he said with a smile.
"Morning," muttered Mariku, "Happy Birthday." He kissed him.
"Happy Birthday too." Malik stroked Mariku’s cheek. He was cute when he was
sleepy.
"You have too much clothes on." Mariku said disappointed and put his hand
underneath Malik’s shirt. "You should run around naked all day." He placed
kisses on Malik's neck as he undid his pants.
"Mariku, not before breakfast!"
"You are my breakfast," replied Mariku and pushed his hand into Malik's shorts.
"And lunch." He stroked Malik's member and put his fingers around it. "And
dinner." Slowly, he began to rub it.
"What about dessert?" Malik closed his eyes. His blood got pumped into his
abdomen.
Mariku stopped. "That’s chocolate cake," he said with a tone like it was the
most logical thing in the world. Malik laughed and sat up. "Come on, let's have
breakfast." Mariku wrapped his arms around Malik's hip to prevent him from
getting up.
"But I want you."
"I’m going to eat your cake."
"You wouldn’t dare."
"You bet!"
"But Malik," whined Mariku. "It's my birthday."
"Mine too." Mariku made a disgruntled sound. He pressed his face into Malik's
lap. Malik's pants were still open.
"I want this," he murmured, kissing Malik member through the fabric.
"You want to spoil me on your birthday?" Malik said with a grin.
Mariku looked at him. "You’re right." He sat up. The blanket slipped from his
shoulders, baring his muscular torso. "You should treat me."
"I’ve probably done that enough already yesterday."
"But you are better than me in this stuff," purred Mariku and let his fingers
trail the contours of Malik’s face.
"That's true." Malik grinned.
"So, you are doing it?"
"No." With a pained sound Mariku let him fall back into Malik’s lap. Malik
stroked his hair.
"Do you want cake?"
"If you feed me..."
"Okay." Mariku dismissed Malik and he hastened to the kitchen. He cut off a
large piece of chocolate cake and returned to the bedroom.
"Do it naked!" Malik put the plate on the bedside table and undressed himself
slowly. Mariku watched every movement. As Malik was naked, he whistled. Malik
slipped beneath the blankets, took the plate from the bedside table and began
to feed his boyfriend. In the meantime Mariku put his hand in Malik’s lap and
began to caress him.
"Mariku," gasped Malik. He got a boner because of this touches. "Don’t..."
"I’m not stopping." Mariku said, grinning. He brushed past Malik's testicles
and pressed his fingers against Malik's entrance. Malik’s grasp on the plate
tightened, he gasped and almost dropped the fork. Satisfied Mariku noticed that
Malik changed his seating position to give him better access to his body. He
let his fingers slide into him and Malik shivered excited. "Don’t forget the
cake," whispered Mariku. It wasn’t much of it left, and Malik shivered as he
continued feeding Mariku.
Mariku penetrated him with a second finger and Malik moaned softly. Mariku took
the plate from him before it fell from his hands. He placed it on the side and
Malik pulled him into a greedy kiss. Mariku grinned into the kiss. In the end
he got what he wanted anyway.
***** Babysitting *****
"Hello Uncle Mariku!”
Mariku stared at the little girl on his couch. Her large blue eyes sparkled and
a big smile was on her lips. "MALIK!" Roared Mariku and his boyfriend came out
of the kitchen.
"Ah Mariku, you're already home." He kissed him on the cheek. "I expected you
later." Without saying a word, Mariku pointed at the little girl. "Oh Isis
asked me if I could take care of Amirah for a few hours." He crouched down
before Amirah and smiled at her. "And we wanted to go to the park just now,
right?"
"Yes!" The girl raised her arms joyfully.
“We wanted to go out," Mariku noted.
"But not until tonight, until then Isis has already picked up Amirah." He
stroked his niece. "Are you coming with us to the park?"
"No way," replied Mariku. "Just tell me, what’s for lunch."
"Oh." Malik frowned. "I hadn’t time to cook something and I didn’t know you
were coming home so early. I prepared sandwiches, but you have to come with us
if you want one."
Mariku sighed. He looked between Malik and Amirah. "Alright, I’m coming," he
sighed, and the girl jumped up and hugged him joyfully.
"I'm so excited that you're coming, Uncle Mariku." she squealed and Mariku
looked for help, but Malik only smiled.
"Yeah, it's all right," muttered Mariku and pushed her away gently. He could
not deal with small children and didn’t know how he should behave towards them.
They didn’t see Amirah often, but the little girl really doted on him.
 
Together they walked towards the park. Malik took Amirah by the hand while
Mariku carried the picnic basket. That wasn’t how he had imagined his
afternoon. Actually, he had thought he could have some sexy times with Malik
before they went out for their date. He sighed.
"Look a little happier," muttered Malik and Mariku smiled at him over
exaggeratedly. "Idiot!"
"Don’t fight." Amirah said, looking up at them. "Arguing is stupid."
"We don’t argue, dear." Malik said, smiling.
"You have to love each other thaaaaaaaat much." She made an extravagant
movement with her arms as if she wanted to embrace the whole world.
"We love each other very much."
"Very, very, very much?"
"Very, very, very much," confirmed Malik. Her blue eyes turned to Mariku. She
looked at him expectantly as if she would only believe it if Mariku confirmed
it as well.
Mariku sighed. "Very, very, very much," he said with a slight nod. His words
made her smile. She seemed satisfied. Mariku was relieved that he was spared
children. They had a cat. That was perfectly adequate.
They sat down beneath a tree and Mariku was glad when he finally got his
sandwich. While he ate, Malik played with Amirah.
But when he had just munched his second sandwich, Amirah was suddenly in front
of him and looked at him with big eyes. "Do you push me on the swing, please?"
she asked.
"Why me?"
"Please, please, please, Uncle Mariku."
Mariku looked at Malik, who nodded encouragingly. For the umpteenth time that
day, Mariku sighed. "Alright." He got to his feet while Amirah already ran to
the swing. "I'm glad we don’t have children," he muttered as he walked past
Malik. Malik laughed.
Mariku looked at the swing skeptically. He didn’t quite know what was expected
from him. "Push me." Amirah said happily and wiggled her legs. Mariku gave the
swing a hesitant push. "More, Uncle Mariku." The girl laughed and squealed as
Mariku pushed with more force. "Higher! Higher!" she cried.
"You would be such a good father." Grinning Malik leaned against the frame.
"You're crazy." Mariku muttered while his eyes followed the movements of the
swing.
Malik came to him and gave him a kiss. He stroked over his shirt. "I’m pretty
sure."
"Don’t get any strange ideas."
Malik laughed. Again he kissed Mariku. "On the other hand, I don’t want to
share you."
 
On the way home Malik took Amirah by the hand again, but the girl wasn’t quite
satisfied with the situation. "Uncle Mariku."
"Hm?" She stretched out her hand and looked at him hopefully. Mariku looked at
Malik, who watched the scene interested. Resigning Mariku took his niece by the
hand too. It was a strange feeling holding such a small hand. Amirah hummed
happily to herself and Mariku shot Malik a side glance. Their eyes met and
Mariku felt himself blush. He quickly looked away and squeezed the little hand
he held slightly.
***** Doing something sweet *****
Malik sighed and looked outside. It was raining heavily and of course he hadn’t
an umbrella. He would be completely soaked until he was home. He averted his
eyes and looked at the clock. Just a few minutes left. Lightning flashed and
growling thunder followed. The strong wind beat the rain mercilessly against
the windows. Great! Could it get even worse?
When class was over, his classmates rushed towards the doors. Malik didn’t
hurry. Leisurely he changed his shoes. Today of all days Ryou had to be sick.
Ryou would have had an umbrella for sure. He sighed. Outside, he leaned against
the wall and looked up into the almost black sky. Another lightning flash and
more thunder. It felt as if the thunder made the earth tremble. He wondered if
he should wait until the rain subsided, but it didn’t look as if that would
happen in the next few minutes.
The student flow dried up and Malik was alone. He knew that he couldn’t stand
on the porch forever and had to go out in the rain sometime, but he wanted to
wait a bit.
"Hey!"
Malik rolled his eyes. That’s all he needed. "What do you want Mariku?"
"Are you waiting for someone?"
"I’m waiting for you to disappear."
"Don’t you have an umbrella?" Asked Mariku, ignoring Malik’s teasing.
"That’s none of your business." Malik grumbled. He really didn’t want to deal
with Mariku right now. There was probably no other person on this planet who
annoyed him more than Mariku. Their encounters always ended in dispute. Well,
to be honest, it ended with him being all furious and Mariku grinning like a
mad man. Malik couldn’t deal with Mariku’s narcissistic, arrogant behavior.
Mariku held his umbrella over Malik. "Come on."
Malik looked at him surprised. "Is this a trick?"
"No." Mariku replied with a shrug. "We have almost the same route home. I can’t
take the responsibility that you stand here all night." He smiled slightly.
Malik pushed away from the wall. Silently they walked side by side. Malik had
his heart in his mouth. He had never walked this peacefully next to Mariku,
therefore he expected a stupid remark every moment, but Mariku stayed silent.
Malik peeked at Mariku. Their eyes met and Malik looked away quickly. Thunder
crashed deafening above them. The earth seemed to tremble and Malik came
unconsciously closer to Mariku. "Are you afraid?" Mariku asked with a slight
smile.
"No," said Malik, but held fast onto Mariku’s jacket.
Their paths separated. "Thank you." Malik muttered without looking at Mariku.
"Take it." Surprised Malik took the umbrella as Mariku gave it to him. "Give it
back to me on occasion."
"But you will get wet!" But Mariku had already stepped in the rain. He raised
his hand in farewell and ran. Malik looked after him. He blushed. "Idiot." He
whispered, his grip tightening.
***** Doing Something Hot *****
Chapter Notes
     Last story. Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed my little
     Bronzeshipping stories.
     Thanks for the kudos!
     Sequel to Day 26
They kissed, scarcely when the door had closed behind them. Mariku guided Malik
to the bedroom while he loosened his tie. Mariku slipped the jacket from
Malik’s shoulders and Malik started to unbutton the vest and the shirt.
They fell on the bed and Mariku straightened. He took off his jacket and vest
and leaned back down to Malik to kiss him.
"Mariku." Malik gasped and shoved his friend slightly away. "I have to confess
something." He opened the remaining buttons on Mariku’s shirt as he spoke. "I'm
not a virgin anymore." The shirt fell on the floor.
"Shocking." Mariku replied with a grin and made his turn to unbutton Malik’s
shirt. "I have to confess something as well," he leaned close to Malik's ear,
"I'm to blame for it," he whispered, letting his tongue slide along Malik’s
ear. They laughed and kissed again. Malik buried his hands in Mariku’s hair and
lifted his abdomen. He could barely wait. Even though they had sex almost every
day, it was special today. It was their wedding night. Malik had to smile and
Mariku broke the kiss surprised. "What is it?" Mariku wanted to know and
straightened slightly.
"It's just..." Malik reached out and stroked Mariku over his bare chest. The
sight of the golden ring on his finger made his stomach tingle. "We are married
now."
Mariku took Malik’s hand and kissed the back of his fingers. Finally, he placed
a kiss on the ring. "Now you belong to me." he murmured, kissing the palm.
"And you to me," Malik said with a grin.
"Sounds fair." Mariku undid the button of Malik's pants. He felt Malik’s hard
cock through the fabric. He pulled off Malik’s pants and his eyes widened as he
saw the garter on Malik’s leg. Mariku grinned. "You’re really wearing one."
"I told you." Malik said, grinning. Mariku touched the garter, but Malik
grabbed his hand. "With your teeth!" Mariku raised Malik's leg and kissed his
foot. Malik laughed restrained. "That tickles." Mariku didn’t stop. He kissed
his way up and took all the time in the world. He licked and kissed as much
skin as he could catch and noticed happily Malik’s slight shudder. Gently he
bit into the skin just above the garter. His hand came to rest in Malik’s lap
and he rubbed his crotch, still hidden underneath his shorts. Malik groaned
softly.
With his teeth Mariku grabbed the garter and pulled it slowly down Malik's leg.
Using only his fingertips, he stroked along the leg and caused Malik goose
bumps. He wrapped the garter around his wrist. "I’ll keep that now."
"Then you have to wear it someday."
"Maybe I will." Mariku replied with a slight grin. This time he kissed along
Malik’s other leg, bit in his thighs and licked his skin.
"You really enjoy torturing me, don’t you?" gasped Malik.
"Yes, you should know that." He shoved his fingers under the waistband of
Malik’s shorts and pulled them down. The only thing that Malik still wore was
his shirt. Tenderly Mariku touched Malik's erection and Malik groaned. As he
did with Malik's legs before Mariku kissed along Malik’s hard member and made
him moan even louder.
His lips closed around the tip and slowly he moved his head up and down. His
tongue pressed Malik's cock against his palate and gently he buried his teeth
into the sensitive skin. While Malik writhed beneath him and moaned his name,
Mariku opened his own pants and pulled them down a bit. With his free hand he
stroked his arousal.
He let go of Malik, who made a disappointed sound. "Mariku please," he pleaded
with a lust-soaked voice, "I'm so close."
"You'll have to wait." He pulled his pants off as he spoke. But Malik couldn’t
wait. Quickly his hand moved over his own dick, but Mariku grabbed his hands
and pressed them on the mattress above his head. "Well, well, well, who's being
all impatient here?"
"Mariku, finish me off." He sounded almost pained. "I want to cum!"
"Any moment, sweetheart." At one go he thrust into Malik, who put his back head
moaning. With his eyes closed Mariku remained quiet in his boyfriend and
enjoyed the tightness.
But Malik was impatient. "Mariku!" He moved his hips. "Fuck me, damn it!"
"Since when are you so impatient?" Mariku asked with a grin. He loved it when
Malik was so horny that he got a bad mood when Mariku took his time.
"Since such an idiot hasn’t finished sucking my dick!" And he loved it when he
got vulgar.
Malik's angry expression disappeared as Mariku began to thrust. He wasted no
time and thrust hard and relentless in Malik's body. Moaning loudly Malik put
his arms around Mariku’s neck. "Harder, harder!" He pleaded. "I want you deeper
inside me." It turned Mariku on even more, when Malik was talking like that.
"Ah yes, Mariku! More! Harder!" Malik's nails dug into his back. It wasn’t the
first traces of marks he left. Mariku reached down to stimulate Malik’s dick.
Malik rolled his eyes in pleasure. His nails dug deeper and Mariku gasped in
pain.
As Malik reached his orgasm he relinquished his grip. Shortly after Malik,
Mariku came as well, and lay down next to Malik.
"You should cut your nails," was the first thing he said after his body had
cooled down a bit.
"Sorry." Malik laughed sheepishly.
"Is it bleeding?"
Malik looked at Mariku’s back and swallowed. He had several long bloody
scratches. "A little bit."
Mariku made a rumbling sound. He turned on his side and pulled Malik closer to
him. "More scars thanks to you."
"Sorry," muttered Malik.
"Just kidding." Mariku said with a gentle smile on his face. "I carry each one
with pride."
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