Smoke Rings | By : sakata Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Smoke Rings
*part one
by Sakata Ri Houjun
Rating: R
Pairing: Ryuuji/Malik
Spoilers: End of Battle City
Disclaimer:YugiYugioh full of orgies?
No? Then I don’t own it.
AN: Short delay on my Seto/Jou
fics due to problems with depression, so I fished out an old idea I’ve been
kicking around for about 8 months now.
This was the true start of my Mal/Togi obsession [though there are few
who seem to share it]. I’m
attempting to keep true to the characters and express why I thought this pairing
might actually work, because much like Seto and Jounouchi share much in common
I thought these two did as well.
Feedback would be much appreciated since this is a new area I’m venturing into
and I’d like to know if my idea is well-received.
I’m not trying to bribe for reviews, but I’d like to know if this is something
that people want to read about.
Warning: Yaoi and angst. Sexual situations and suicidal
thoughts.
~***~
The night was always bitter and cold, unforgiving in its wrath, stealing twarmwarmth of Ra and leaving only an emparknarkness in its wake. To the lone
Egyptian wandering the dimly lit streets of Domino, the world seemed more
desolate now more than ever, a perfect physical reminder of what was left
within his soul. Malik shivered, hands rng fng fruitlessly at his bare arms,
finding no comfort in the slight heat the friction caused.
He knew he should be heading back to the embassy, that his sister would be
worrying herself into a frenzy at his prolonged absence, but he cared not.
Though he had been freed from the dass oss of his own heart, in turn he had
brought something darker upon himself. An intense shame hung like a heavy
shroud, burdening his soul and preventing the bronzed youth from facing his
only family. For years he had been blind in his arrogance to liberate his clan
from their destiny, only to bind himself to a fate that was darker than any of
the catacombs could ever be.
He had failed in his purposed role, failed his sister, and ultimately himself.
There was no recourse but to return to Egypt, alone, and erase everything.
Lost to his own contempt, his shuffling feet caught tripped over a prominent
crack in the pavement, sending the poor Egyptian teen sprawling to the ground.
On hands and knees, he cursed everything, a stream of his native tongue dancing
through the shadows, certain that the fates were laughing at him, kicking him
while he was down.
"Car,&qu," drawled a lazy voice, halting Malik mid-curse.
"Wouldn't want to fall and hurt that pretty face, now would you?"
The Egyptian turned, seeing the slender silhouette of the speaker haloed in the
flickering glare of a street lamp. One hand lifted gracefully to his lips, the
orange glow of a cigarette burning brightly, illuminating the shadowed contours
of a vividly familiar face. A plume of smoke was exhaled into the still air
before the still lit cigarette was tossed to the street and the figure
approached Malik, the gait smooth and sensuous. A bitter hatred filled the
other teen's heart at the appearance of one the Pharaoh’s companions, but he
could not bring himself to turn his face away as the light erased the remainder
of shadows from the dice master's features, those sparkling jade eyes drawing
his attention.
Graceful hands slid under Malik's arm, gently tugging him up to his feet.
"Not hurt are you?" he asked smoothly, his voice nothing more than
low flirtatious purr in the night that rubbed against the Egyptian’s skin like
liquid velvet.
Malik shivered before jerking away, fixing the slightly taller teen with a
contemptuous glare that always made his underlings bow before him. "What
are you doing here?" he snapped back, ignoring the warmth that crept
through his cheeks and the tingle that lingered at the places where Ryuuji had
touched him.
One slim black brow lifted, taken aback by the outburst, but the raven-haired
teen stood his ground. "Just getting some fresh air," he returned,
his arms crossed casually across his chest, one hand gesturing lightly.
"What about you? Shouldn't naughty little boys be at home with their
sisters?"
Malik stiffened at the comment, his amethyst eyes narrowing dangerously.
"It's none of your business," he growled before turning. He knew he
was acting no better than a child, as Ryuuji had indicated, but didn't care.
His life was falling apart at the seams and those Ra-dammed eyes were sending
all comprehensibloughoughts fleeting.
An amused chuckle moved like a hand across his skin, sending a prickling of
gooseflesh along his bare arms a few heartbeats before hands descended upon
bronzed shoulders, causing Malik to stiffen yet again. "Sounds like I've
found a lost kitten that needs a home for the night," Ryuuji murmured, his
mouth tantalizingly close to the delicate shell of the Egyptian's ear, shifting
errant strands of platinum.
Malik had half a mind to jerk away again, to spin and slap the raven-haired
teen for this invasion of personal space. But even that thought was vaporized
the moment those lips claimed his ear, suckling gently on that bit of captured
flesh. The Egyptian youth's legs all but buckled at the sensation, a moan
escaping unwillingly from his throat. The hands on his shoulders tightened
before teeth laid claim as well, sending a jolt of pleasure unlike anything the
once grave keeper ever felt.
"What do you say?" Ryuuji pressed from around his mouthful. "I
promise to take good care of you."
"Yes..." came the breathless reply, a single syllable that floated
out on the evening air before Malik had time or will to stop it. His eyes
closed as Ryuuji released his ear, pulling away, but not entirely. He didn't
want to face those enchanting eyes again, though aware of the effect the dice
duelist was having on him justm a m a few simple touches and suggestive words.
A hand caressed his face and he found himself leaning into the touch, the
warmth from the dice worn palm permeating his being. "You're shivering,"
Ryuuji mused aloud, his fingers moving to thread through coarse hair slowly.
"I don't...like the night," Malik admitted reluctantly, his brow
furrowing. "It's cold..."
"And you're a creature of the sun," he conti for for him, his voice
forever soft and gentle like his touch. A heartbeat later, the dice master drew
Malik into an embrace, hands rubbing at his cold arms. The Egyptian's eyes
sprang open at the motion, looking up in astonishment that someone he had
considered an enemy once was doing this, and even more so at the fact that
Ryuuji's ministrations were more successful than his own attempts.
The taller teen met that wide amethyst stare with a smile before leaning down,
pressing soft, dry lips to his temple in a chaste kiss that lingered, sending
another thrill of delight through the bronzed teen's form. "I'll warm you
up," he murmured softly before all but pulling away, one arm draped
loosely around the slender waist, holding the Egyptian captive against his
body.
Mutely, Malik nodded, following the dice duelist as he was led through the dark
streets, his mind a whirl of confusingughtughts, each one centered not on the
consuming hate he had felt moments before but on the havoc Ryuuji was creating
upon his body with his flirting, knowing with an almost certainty that he was
to be the target of a one night stand. But the more the thought about it, the
more he found he didn't mind. Perhaps this sort of thing was his last chance to
feel alive before he succumbed to his ultimate failure.
~***~
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