Tag: yami malik

milliekou:

lmao I forgot about finishing this piece. ^^;;

This is not what Marik thought Ryou meant when he had invited him over for tea. To be fair though, he is not used to the other’s British ways and though he says not a word while seated proper on his chair, Marik is starting to feel a warm sensation in his chest. Was it the early grey he was occasionally sipping on that warmed his insides? Or could it possibly be that he was genuinely enjoying the host of the quaint little party’s company?  
“Is the food real?”
“Of course,” Ryou said as he took a slow sip from his floral cup. The heat of the drink adding a touch of color to his typically lily white face.
The innocent answer though allowing Marik’s mind to try and picture how Ryou went about baking goods without hurting himself. A light pink apron around his middle, the rest of his clothes missing for reasons even Marik could not and would not justify despite the many times he thought of the tea host when he was alone in his room.
“My father bought them for us.” A cream puff finding it’s way onto Ryou’s plate while the marvelous illusion in Marik’s head dissipated. The scandalous hopes of his perverted mind dashed as he looked ahead still feeling warm but in another place that was so graciously covered by the table cloth. “You should try some,” Ryou encouraged about to take another sip.
“Yeah,” the blonde spoke quietly holding his delicate tea cut just over the plate. “Just… Give me a minute.”
“I, um, okay.” Ryou continued one to finish his cup while Marik stared ahead wondering why he even bothered to come over. It wasn’t like Ryou saw him as more than a friend anyway. He was just being silly and wanted someone to come over to talk to. Well, at least he was still talking to him.
Silence after that thought followed only to make Marik feel foolish for agreeing to come over in the first place. That was until he looked over to see Ryou had his mouth full with a pastry, getting cream on the sides of his face. The sight innocent but Marik’s mind allowed it to get pornographic. Would Ryou look like that should he had just finished taking a load? Happy, sweet, and making those cute little satisfied noises. The image in his head getting worse as Ryou used his right hand to wipe away the sticky mess only to lick it off his fingers. Marik nearly across the table, mesmerized by the view and his own twist on what was happening that he failed to hear the engine of a car turn off but the moment a car door slammed, he straighten up fast, spilling hot tea on himself which gave Ryou concern at the initial hiss that followed.
“Marik, are you-”
“I’m fine! Just fine me a paper towel,” he demanded, unclipping his cape so he could take off his shirt.A wall of fine, dark muscles in sight and Ryou held tighter onto the bit of napkins he had uprooted from the table. Marik’s head briefly hidden by the black shirt fabric that all Ryou could see were glorious abs and pecs. His face growing hot as he looked away, hand outstretched and holding ruffled napkins.
“Thank you.” Marik cleaning himself up and noticing the tea wasn’t enough to scald him. Good he thought bitterly though on the up side it had been enough to stifle that erection he had going on.
“I, uh… I have some shirts if you want to borrow one,” Ryou offered so Marik would not have to go home just yet. His face still stained with color as he secretly prayed Marik would stay but refuse to replace his soiled shirt just yet.
“Got anything in black?”
“Hmm… I’m sure Bakura does.” Damn. Marik was going to get a replacement. Well, at least that would allow him to stop staring at- He heard his name and squeaked, bumping into the table as he tried to stand at attention. “Yes?” he blurted out.
“…Okay then… Can I borrow one of your’s instead?” The two looking confused at one another while Marik piled napkins onto the table’s edge.
“What?” Oh god, what had he just said yes to?
Ryou had that look he tended to get when he would half doze off in class from a long night of working on one of his silly table top games. The Ishtar sighing as he shook his head. “I asked if you thought he would mind if I borrowed one. If you think he will then give me whatever baggy shirt you have. No offence but anything that fits you right might just make for a belly shirt for me.” Ryou liked that idea. Seeing more of Marik’s lower abs while wearing one of his shirts. It would almost be like they were dating!
“Right this way,” and with that, Ryou lead the way back to hid room, ignoring the idea that Bakura’s tops would have been a better fit. After all, even if Bakura would have been fine with it, it was not like Marik needed to know that…