By: Enkidu

Warnings: Yaoi. Fluff. Lime. Weirdness. Some OOC.

Rating: R

Summary: Malik muses over his favourite part of Ryou's body. Interesting results.

Pairings: Malik/Ryou, Mariku (Yami Malik)/Bakura.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Pepita-chan!!!!!! Here's your present ficcie!!!!!! Enjoy!!! I tried to make it extra yummy and kawaii for you!! ^_^

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"Malik, I have a question for you."

"Are you going to ask me about the white belly shirt, again?"

"No, no, no. It's not about that this time. It's something more personal."

"Oh?"

"Yeah...um...I know you and Ryou have been going out for quite some time-"

"Three months, 6 days, 17 hours, 32 minutes, and 7.8 seconds."

"You kept track!?!"

"No. I made that up. Go on."

"Well... what's your favourite part of Ryou's body?"

"...That's an odd question. I'd have to think about it..."

***

"Mmm...Ryou....lower."

Thin, pale hands obediently followed the moaned command, caressing him lower and rubbing sinewy patterns over scarred skin. Normally Malik hated anyone touching his back, having long since been self-conscious about it, but the way Ryou touched him...Gods, it made him melt into a puddle of nerves, moaning, gasping, and panting even with the most innocent of caresses.

Ryou had these hands that seemed to defy age and retain their softness. There were no blisters, warts, moles, or scars on his hands. They were simply pale and beautiful. Armed with long, slim fingers, covered with branching, sinuous veins, and having such velvety palms, his hands were a marvel to behold. It was like silk scarves moving over his skin or feathers running along the many planes of his body.

When applied to the most sensitive areas, the results proved very orgasmic, and at that moment, Ryou was massaging a particularly sensitive area. Malik was rewarding the pale boy with long, passionate moans that would be dragged out of his body every time Ryou's touch would graze just about any place on his back.

"Ryou...," the Egyptian gasped out suddenly, the pads of Ryou's fingers tracing up and down his spine, making him shiver in delight, goose bumps flooding his body.

"Yes, dear?" Ryou whispered against his ear, only increasing Malik's excitement.

"..Going to come if you keep this up," he managed to get out, his head dropping back, eyes closed in bliss, letting the other touch him as he pleased.

Ryou grinned in a decidedly wicked manner, applying less pressure with his touches, resorting to teasing him with simple brushes of skin-on-skin. "I know."

Within seconds, Malik was clutching onto the bed sheets, his face flushed and his knuckles turning white, throaty moans falling free from parted lips. He knew it wouldn't be long. He was so close, he could see the edges of his vision start to turn white. Before he was even aware of what was happening, he was panting out the other's name, the pressure easing from his groin as he released onto the mattress.

***

"Malik, are you blushing?"

"...No."

"Well, what is your answer. ?"

"Hold on. I'm still thinking about it."

***

Ryou scowled in annoyance, cursing out his Yami as he glared at his favourite pen. He had merely been sitting on the bed, doing his homework when Bakura just decided to snatch his pen and play with it. This led to a ridiculous chase around the house, which ended with the former tomb robber tossing the pen in that little wedge between the bed and the wall.

Not being very physically strong, Ryou was unable to move the bed, so he resorted to sticking his hand in the little wedge and stretching it as far as he could go, his fingertips just barely brushing over the pen. Unbeknownst to the poor boy, he had left himself open in a very interesting position. His vision was obscured, only keeping his eyes locked on the pen, and his legs were bent at the knees, leaving his ass up in the air for everyone to see. The farther he reached for the pen, the higher his ass would go, seemingly taunting anyone whose gaze happened to fall on it.

Lucky for Ryou, though, the only viewer of said position happened to be Malik, who had walked into Ryou's room and completely shut down, simply gaping at his boyfriend's perfect ass. Oh, and how perfect Ryou's ass was. It was not too firm and not too squishy, just the right consistency. It had this roundness about it that completely filled out all his jeans, and there was a little perky aspect to it that just seemed to wave at people whenever Ryou walked in the lead.

Right now, it was up in the air, calling out to the hormonal Egyptian, begging him to fuck its owner. Of course, Malik was never one to turn down a request from his boyfriend...or his ass. Especially his ass. So, recovering his wits, Malik made his way to the pale boy, climbing onto the bed and settling behind Ryou.

At the angle they were in, his crotch was neatly pressed up against the seductive ass and slowly rubbing against it, making its presence known. With a startled gasp, Ryou froze, completely forgetting about the pen for the time being.

"Hm...I like you like this," Malik whispered huskily into his boyfriend's ear. "Promise you'll never get out of this position?"

"Mmm...give me a reason to stay down."

"Very well."

With a grin, the Egyptian boy proceeded to do just that.

***

"Malik!! MALIK!!"

"...What?"

"You spaced out again."

"...Sorry. I was just thinking about... trees."

"Trees?...Riiight. So what about my question."

"Give me a few minutes."

***

Malik sat on the couch, looking down at the ridiculous costume he was forced to wear. Why did Ryou think he would make a good-looking biker, anyways? He hated leather. It made him itch, and it was too tight and uncomfortable around the crotch area.

Something about this 'Halloween' really confused him. He just didn't understand the purpose of dressing up in weird outfits and going around neighbourhoods, demanding candy. The whole thing seemed highly unusual.

Wincing suddenly, he glanced up the stairs, hearing the vague sounds of his boyfriend and his boyfriend's Yami fighting in the next room, an occasional thump accompanying the ceaseless bickering.

"I am NOT wearing this!!"

"Aw, come on, Ryou!! It looks hot on you!!"

"No! Absolutely not. This is embarassing!"

"No, it's not. You look very fuckable. How much you want to bet Malik will drag you off to your bedroom withing five seconds after seeing you in this?"

"I'm right here!" The tanned Egyptian called out to them in annoyance.

Then silence followed except for the shuffling of feet. Malik turned his eyes to the stairs, watching as Bakura came down first, dressed in Egyptian- styled clothing from his time, followed by an irate Ryou who was dressed to kill in a dainty little school girl outfit, complete with a skirt that left very little to the imagination.

Malik's jaw hung down limply, his eyes wide as they slowly raked up two very nice, shapely legs that were usually hidden under jeans or pants. Now they were out in the open, framed with bobby socks and black shoes, begging the onlookers to think naughty thoughts of wanting to taint the image of innocence. Malik was no exception, and true to prediction, he leapt from the couch and hoisted Ryou over one shoulder, carrying him all the way upstairs while one hand ran over the back of his thighs, marvelling at how soft and utterly smooth the skin felt.

Bakura simply shrugged and turned to Mariku who was clutching a rather sharp knife in his hands, still hunting for Ryou's kitten. "Here, kitty, kitty..."

"Gods help me. I'm fucking a moron," the former tomb robber muttered under his breath.

***

"Mm..Ryou...yummy school girl outfit..."

"Excuse me?"

"Wha..huh...um...just daydreaming again."

"About trees?"

"...Yeah, trees..."

***

His lungs were starting to ache, his face flushed, and his eyes closed and relaxed as a pair of lips kissed him back just as hungrily as he was. The need to breathe was so great, but the need to keep their lips locked in their passionate embrace was even greater. However, his chest was really starting to burn, and he was sure he looked blue as a smurf, so Malik decided it was a good moment to catch his breath.

He was panting heavily, watching his snowy-haired boyfriend who was just as red as he was, though it was more prominent on his delicate features. Ryou's lips were parted seductively, warm breath flowing out of his mouth, brushing up against Malik's bottom lip, sending an array of shivers down his spine.

Oh, how he loved those lips. They were as soft as rose petals and just as red, and they always had this warmth about them that seemed to send heat straight to the Egyptian's groin at just a mere brush. Now, said heat was beginning to grow confining against his too tight pants, and he didn't know how much more kissing he could take before he pinned the other boy down on the couch.

However, he just couldn't bring himself to part from those lips. He liked them even better after Ryou ate popsicles. They would be coloured in this dark cherry hue that increased their allure and just made him taste all the better. Malik would kiss him until his lips were pouty and swollen. Sometimes he would bruise those lips with a hungry, devouring kiss, and sometimes he would cut, nip, bite, and suckle on the heated flesh, eliciting the most adorable of noises from his pale boyfriend.

Oh, but it wasn't just his lips that drove Malik wild. It was the entire mouth. That boy had such a talented mouth that would do the most amazing things. Malik barely had anytime to register when exactly it was Ryou had moved, immediately snapping into awareness the moment said mouth closed around his arousal sucking and worshipping his hardened flesh.

"Aaah! Ryou!!"

The Egyptian boy was crying out incessantly, his voice hoarse and laden with desire. His hands were deeply imbedded into the scruffy, silvery white hair, tugging and yanking while his head was thrown back, eyes shut tight, experiencing wave after wave of mind-numbing euphoria. Within seconds of having that pretty mouth around him, he knew an orgasm was imminent, and he knew it would be immense, shaking him to the very core. Too bad he never expected it.

His entire body seemed to spasm at once, the mouth engulfing all of him and letting the rhythmic swallowing motions bring him past the edge. He let out a choked cry, his body tensing up completely, spilling into the warm, welcoming mouth until he lay limply on the couch.

Come to think of it, Ryou gave blowjobs very much like he ate popsicles. What an interesting concept.

***

"I have to buy Ryou more popsicles..."

"...Erm...okay. Are you still thinking?"

"Yes. Now, quiet you."

***

"Is there something on my face?" Ryou asked, shifting around uncomfortably as a little blush filled his cheeks.

Malik shook his head, a little embarrassed himself at having been caught staring at his best friend. He couldn't help it. The boy was just too beautiful. Everything about him beckoned to be touched, kissed, licked, and screwed brainless. However, that was a forbidden path he could never walk. Ryou was his closest friend, and he could never ruin their friendship like that.

Besides, what were the chances that the kind, sweet, innocent boy would even go for him, anyways? He was the poster boy for disturbing childhood and the embodiment of sin. There was no way Ryou would ever return the feelings...or maybe obsession. He shook his head out of those thoughts. At least he still had his fantasies...{Mmm...Ryou in a school girl outfit...}

"Are you hungry?" A soft voice asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Malik turned to Ryou, offering the boy a slight smile before nodding. "What do you have to eat?"

"Hm...I have some fruits."

"Okay," the Egyptian said quietly, following Ryou into the kitchen.

He watched the younger boy bustle around the kitchen, chopping up fruits, washing them properly, and preparing them in cute little arrangements in two bowls.

"Here you go," Ryou said with a smile, handing the bowl to Malik.

For a while, Malik simply watched Ryou eat his own fruit, observing as the boy lightly suckled on the tips of the strawberries before putting them in his mouth. When he'd finish chewing, his mouth would wrap around coated, wet fingers, sucking the juices off with a tiny noise. Malik dearly wished he could be one of those pieces of fruit. How badly he wanted to be reincarnated into that one strawberry.

Setting aside sexual thoughts for the time being, he started eating his own fruit, his eyes absently drifting to Ryou's eyes. There was something endless in those brown pools. It was welcoming and friendly, much like everything else Ryou's body seemed to exude. They were not just plain. They were enchanting, and Malik couldn't help but gaze deep inside them, staring at the way the little reflections of light made them twinkle.

He had read once somewhere that brown eyes meant that their owner was mysterious yet loyal. That seemed to describe Ryou perfectly enough. Despite how friendly he seemed, their was still an underlying mysteriousness about the boy that just made Malik want to strip off the layers and find out just what lay underneath the amiable personality. He was definitely hoping to find a naughty, sex fiend, much like himself, under there, though he dared not hope too much. As for the loyal part, Ryou was quite loyal. The boy stuck by his Yami no matter what, well...not counting that one duel in Duelist Kingdom, but anyways, he was also very supportive and kind to Malik. They had been close friends since Battle City, and their bond only seemed to grow stronger, actually turning into something more. Well, for Malik it turned into something more. He was clearly infatuated with the snowy-haired teen, wanting nothing more than to be with him. {Is it too much to ask...}

"Malik...?...You're doing it again.."

The Egyptian boy blinked out of his reverie, a light flush touching his cheeks. "Sorry, I went off into a little day dream."

"Oh? What about?" Ryou inquired, an eyebrow quirked in interest.

"Um...trees..."

"Trees?"

"Yes, trees," Malik conceded, turning his eyes away from Ryou's.

"Oh, okay." Ryou went back to eating his fruit with his unknowingly sexual methods.

"Ryou, you have beautiful eyes," Malik blurted out, unsure of why he had said that, only aware that he really couldn't take watching Ryou suck on fruit anymore, lest he do something stupid like jump the boy.

Ryou blinked once...then blinked again. "I-I do?" he said with a light blush.

Malik's only answer was a nod.

"Oh, but they're nothing like yours. I mean, they're just plain brown. Yours are really pretty," the pale boy said quietly, bowing his head in a humble fashion.

Lavender eyes widened, and Malik lurched forward, tipping Ryou's head up to look into his eyes. "Never say that again. I don't care what anyone says, you're anything but plain. You're beautiful...all of you. Everything about you is special, unique, and just...beautiful. Please don't ever say that about yourself again."

Ryou stared in shock at his best friend, unable to comprehend that Malik, the closest thing to a human sex god on earth, was telling him that he was beautiful. Malik didn't even give him time to recover from that statement, covering those juicy parted lips with his own, kissing him with so much gentleness and warmth, trying to convey everything he felt for Ryou in that one kiss.

***

"Malik, you still haven't answered my question."

"I have to go."

"Where are you going!?"

"I'm off to have sex!"

***

Malik burst in through the front door of Ryou's house, immediately spotting the boy quietly reading on the couch. Not wasting any time, he hauled the boy to his feet, making him drop his book, and quickly dragged him up the stairs to his room.

"Ack! Malik!"

He threw the pale boy onto the bed, climbing on top of his body and kissing him with the most passionate, mind-blowing, toe-curling, heart-pounding, make-all-your-blood-rush-to-your-groin type kiss. When they finally parted for air, Ryou was flushed cutely, his eyes dazed, and his breath coming in heavy pants. "What was that for?" he asked weakly, surprised he still had a voice.

"You know...," Malik started lazily, his hands slowly working open the buttons of Ryou's shirt, "I never pay enough attention to your body."

"What? Of course you-" Ryou was cut off by heated lips, kissing him in the same manner as before, letting those be the last words he said before he was calling out Malik's name and begging breathlessly to be touched and screwed senseless

-The End-

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How do you like? Review please!!! I tried to make it short and sweet! ..I hope I didn't fail -_-;; I dare you to guess who Malik is talking to. Winner gets mentioned in my next chapter/story I post!...Okay, that's a sucky prize, but I have no money, so...

Special thanks to Soli and Xpyne for Beta-ing this for me ^_^