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Sexual Frustration
By : DirtyHentaiGoddess
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male
Views: 9019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Les Liasons Dangereuses
Malik sat alone. He had been sitting for quite some time, waiting for someone to come by, but alas nobody did!
He sat forlornly alone on the couch. It was a comfortable couch. It made him think of warm apple pies.
He was about to give up. He could take it no longer, but suddenly, it called!
“Malik… come to me…” It whispered seductively.
“Who is there!” He cried forthrightly!
In response, he only heard a soft cooing. It spoke to him quietly, pleasantly, and drew him forth from his comfortable couch.
Malik drew nigh upon the kitchen. He was close now, he could feel it. And yet so far!
He twitched, for there it stood before him. A mockery to what he thought he would find. “HOW DARE YOU!!!” He screamed, running up and throttling the blender with his brazen muscular Egyptian arms.
The blender snickered. “heh heh heh.”
“You profane me with your lust!” Malik cried, shaking his fist at the refrigerator. “You, however,” he said sexily to the blender, “Give me the jingles in my love kaleidoscope.”
The blender was confused, but nevertheless, it persisted, and spun its blades seductively. “Malik….” It whispered with untold promise.
Malik was about to give in, when he felt unsettled. “But wait, you are a blender.” He cocked his eyebrow.
“And you are Egyptian, but do I discriminate against you?” The blender whispered, humming its fans like a flock of geese.
“No, I don’t suppose you do.” He spoke, then began what he always began around this time of day. The blender nodded in approval.
He slowly did a strip tease, pulling off one piece of clothing at a time, flinging it to the corners of the kitchen. Hungrily, he licked his lips and the rim of the blender. After rubbing himself seductively, he ran his hardened member along the handle of the blender and let a shaky breath escape his fair lips.
“Yes… that is the way… keep doing that…” Spoke the lecherous kitchen appliance.
“You’re so fine!” He gasped in delight, unable to hold himself back any longer. Plunging himself into the blender, he gasped and moaned.
“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet…” It purred back sexily and quickly began to spin it’s blades for Malik.
Malik screamed in an exotic form of pleasure/pain. It was everything he wanted.
Pegasus walked into the suite, looking for a cup of sugar. “Oh Malik-boy, do you have…. AAAAHH!!!!” He screamed, witnessing first-hand the bloody spectacle before him. “Malik! No!”
But it was too late, for Malik had… well, done his thing.
As quickly as he could, Pegasus pulled the Egyptian boy away from the blender. “Stop that right now! I have reasons!”
But rather than listen to the reasons, Malik scoffed at him and stormed away.
The force of the scoff knocked him into the fax machine. (The one next to the stove, not the one next to the microwave.)
“Why hello there…”
“I am Les Miserables!” Malik screamed and continued to storm away, happy that the blender had taught him French.
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