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Baku, Ra, to Ringu: UnCut	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Mariku distracted Bakura long enough for Ryou and Malik to sneak backstage. They were at the ZeppTokyo Clubhouse and Bad Luck had just finished their set. There were lots of roadies and groupies filing around, but no ShuChan.
"Maybe he already left."
"Man, that really blows. Hey!" Malik broke into a run, dragging Ryou along by the hand. "ShuChan! ShuChan!"
They saw the pink-haired lead singer leaving out the back. They followed and bounded out into the night air just in time to see their idol driving off with a hot blonde. They watched Eiri Yuki's sports car vanish down the street in stunned silence.
"Damn. We were so close."
They tried to go back inside, and found that the door was locked.
"We'll just go around." They walked down the alley, towards the bright light of the open street.
"Damn," said Malik. "I wanted to meet him so badly... ShuChan's so hot."
Ryou regarded Malik cautiously. "You said that earlier, too."
"Yeah."
"So... You're... Are you gay?"
They stopped walking and faced each other. Malik could see how tense Ryou was-- his shoulders were squared, and his brow was creased.
"Of course I'm not gay."
Ryou's shoulders slumped, and his face flushed. He turned and took half a step--
"I'm bi."
Ryou stopped and pivoted to look at Malik once again, burning holes into the Egyptian with his feverish gaze.
"What--?"
He seized Malik's upper arm and rushed forward, crushing his lips against the startled Egyptian's mouth.
Malik sweatdropped and blinked at Ryou's closed eyelids, not sure what to do. Ryou was nice and all, but he hardly knew the guy. To be honest, Malik had had the hots for Bakura since Battle City, which was why he spent any time at all with Ryou.
Ryou ran his tongue against the seam of Malik's lips, pushing, trying to pry them apart. When Malik didn't cooperate, Ryou bit him. Malik gasped, and Ryou seized the opportunity to slide his tongue in, curling it against Malik's.
Malik squeezed his eyes shut, and Ryou's free arm pulled Malik close by the waist, brushing their bodies against each other. Malik felt Ryou's arousal through their clothes, which awoke his instincts. He raised the arm not being held and put it around Ryou's shoulders, and returned the kiss.
Ryou let go of Malik's arm and rested his hand on the small of Malik's back, his grip conveying the clear intention to never let go.
Malik's hands wandered into Ryou's hair, caressing the soft snowy locks.
Ryou began massaging Malik's back in small circles, his palms running over the ancient carvings, and Malik moaned into his mouth at the discomfort. He jerked and unintentionally rocked forward into Ryou, rubbing their pelvises together. They gasped and broke the kiss, both in desperate need of air, searching each other's eyes.
Ryou licked his lips and made a decision. Without a word, he led Malik by the hand further into the alley. Looking at the back of Ryou's head, Malik could not help but think that at that moment, Ryou seemed every bit as sexy and commanding as Bakura.
Once they were far from the main street, Ryou pushed Malik against the cold brick wall and took him in a rough embrace, bruising Malik's lips and neck with his famished kisses.
He didn't ask. He simply did as he pleased. His hands slipped under Malik's purple midi and slid over his muscular chest, rubbing the nipples, sliding down to his six pack, then further down past the waistband of his cargo pants. Malik's eyes were squeezed shut and his fists clenched handfuls of Ryou's hair. He'd had sex before, but it had never been so--
Malik gasped as Ryou ripped the fly of his cargo pants open. The silver button arced through the air and bounced across the asphalt to some unseen corner of the alley.
Breathless, Ryou knelt before Malik and wrenched his pants and boxers down enough to expose the tomb keeper's slick, throbbing erection. Without a moment's warning, Ryou took more than half of it into his mouth, tongue lapping the underside, hands cradling the testicles.
Malik's hands jumped into Ryou's hair and pulled *hard*. Ryou didn't even notice. He was too busy taking the rest of it in, deep throating it. The euphoria was so sudden and so stunningly pleasurable that Malik came right away. Ryou massaged Malik's testicles and kept his lips sealed tight around the shaft, capturing every drop of Malik's hot, salty essence and savoring it to the fullest.
Malik leaned against the wall, hot, sweaty, and spent, eyes half-lidded, legs threatening to buckle. He tilted his head back and looked at the night sky for a second, trying to gather his thoughts--
His breath caught in his throat as he felt his pants being pulled down further. He looked down at Ryou, who tugged on one of his calves. Malik took the cue and lifted his leg enough for Ryou to pull off his boot and toss it aside, then pull off the leg of his pants.
Ryou stood face to face with Malik, simply gazing at him for a few seconds before he leaned forward and kissed him again, softly this time. Malik hooked his arms around Ryou's neck and returned the kiss passionately, noting the *zzzt* of Ryou's pants being unfastened.
Ryou broke the kiss long enough to lean down and hook his arm under Malik's knee, drawing it up, opening Malik. He kissed Malik some more, feeling Malik grunt against his lips as two fingers pushed into him, stretching him out. Malik moaned and held Ryou tighter.
They broke for air and Malik looked down at Ryou's feverishly pink erection. He took hold of it and stroked it as Ryou continued stretching him. After a few long seconds, Ryou pulled out and gently urged Malik's hand away. He guided his arousal to the ring of muscle and pressed against Malik's entrance. He paused and looked up so they could gaze into each other's eyes as Ryou slid into the Egyptian.
"Anhh!"
Malik held Ryou even tighter as he pushed all the way in, slowly. He slowly pulled out until only the head was inside, then he looked at Malik's sweatsoaked face and smirked as he suddenly crushed their hips together, going all the way in.
Malik screamed and Ryou did it again, enjoying the sound of Malik's voice at such a fever pitch. It gradually broke into a rythm. Malik arched his back against the wall, tears pouring down his face, crying out Ryou's name until he lost the presence of mind to form words.
He was so rapt in the bliss of having Ryou inside him that he did not notice when he'd become hard again. He screamed and spilt cum over their abdomens in sticky white threads. Ryou buried his head in the hollow of Malik's neck, muttering under his breath: "--oh god oh fuck, oh fuck... fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
He suddenly sped up, their hips smashing into each other, making a wet slapping sound. Then Ryou tensed, and poured himself into Malik, screaming, "OH GOD, OH FUCK...! OH, FUCK!!!"
Gasping, he collapsed against Malik. Malik caressed Ryou's hair and shoulders. "That was... That was-- ah!"
Ryou pulled out and did up his pants, eyes lowered. Finally he lifted his head and met Malik's questioning gaze.
He gave Malik a deep, slow kiss. Then he drew back and whispered, "Don't ever tell anyone about this." Without another word, he spun on his heel and ran down to the bright light of the main street.
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