Sarcasm\'s Outcome

Rimnerel: Another one of my side projects, I know everyone’s like, what the hell is up with Do You Trust Me Enough? and Emotionless Tomorrows, I’m working around the clock on material, this one just had to be done since it’s been in my possession for way too long without anyone being able to read it.

Kai: You know you can’t help but slack, you do it at school all the time.

Rimnerel: Shut up. Okay, but here’s a new story that I collaborated with my sister, Nakoruru. Hey Kai, have you seen Nao by the way?

(Kai points to the girl playing Resident Evil 4)

Rimnerel (sighs): Again? Well…I guess I’ll start this. We don’t own Beyblade (which belongs to Takao Aoki) or Yu-Gi-Oh (that belongs to Kazuki Takahashi) and only using Tala and Yami Marik for...well…you’ll find out! The two may seem a tad bit OOC, but who really cares as long as there is some action right? Now sit back and enjoy this lovely piece of work.

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It was a typical Friday night with fan fiction writers Nakoruru Ayasugi, and her fan fiction writing sister, Rimnerel Ayasugi as the two argued over the plans for their next joint project. But of course, aren’t most of the joint issues the two go over argued about? The answer to that question was of course yes. But before this story turns into a random piece about that, let’s move on.

Sitting on the long dark blue leather sofa watching the debate bounce back and forth was Marik Ishtar, Nao’s Yu-Gi-Oh muse and Tala Ivanov, Rim’s Beyblade muse. The two bishies stayed silent, knowing it would do no good to interfere in the match. Eventually the two fan fiction writers would go off on another tangent and forget what they were arguing over. Which, they probably had no idea in the first place.

“Nao! Come on, you got to be shitting me,” Rim exclaimed as she looked over at her sister who was continuing to on whatever she was doing.

The older with the darker green eyes glared at her younger sister. “What did I tell you about that mouth of yours?”

“Well excuse me, but you’re the one that just came out of nowhere saying what a perfect idea it was in the first place,” Rim stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you really think that plan would likely work?”

“What don’t you get about the plan?” Nakoruru said, crossing her arms over her chest also, meeting her sister’s moss green eyes. “I mean, what’s so hard about those two being the centralization for my plan?”

Rimnerel gave her sister another disbelieving look before shifting her eyes down at the table, her mind going over the idea. A frown appeared between her dark brows as she shook her head. It would never work both of the subjects were too stubborn to agree to it and they were better off trying to breed a cactus with a bull before that plan would ever work.

“I just can’t imagine those two agreeing to submission of their egos long enough to get it done,” Rimnerel said, shaking her head back and forth once more.

“I can understand where you’re coming from, but I’m telling you they can work it out. Their egos will be what bring the final outcome,” Nakoruru said with a grin.

“You think so?” Rim asked.

“Hey, as well as we know those two, it’s inevitable not to happen.”

“I suppose so,” Rim replied, sitting on the edge of the table looking over at the two bishies sitting on separate ends of the couch minding their own business. The whole debate was actually whether or not they could hook the two bishies together. Ever since this one Kai and Bakura incident the sisters were responsible for, both (Tala and Marik) had been all grumpy and irritated.

The idea first hit Nakoruru when she and Rim were working on another story together the previous week before, dragging Tala and Marik along with them. The two young women had been so preoccupied with things that neither noticed when the two bishies fell asleep. But when they stopped working and took noticed, they found that the two had fallen asleep on the sofa. Tala was leaning into Marik his head against the blonde’s shoulder while Marik was practically curled up against Tala.

After Rim used up a whole roll of film taking pictures, Nakoruru awoke the two who immediately jumped apart, tossing insults at each other. It could be perfect. Rim could completely see the together enjoying all sorts of lemony goodness, but there was a problem. Their huge outstanding egos, both being arrogant, sarcastic, and ego driven, along with stubborn and hotheaded did not help their hooking up factor. Not unless they became really OOC and saw each other as compatible screwing partners.

When Nao had told her to come over and bring Tala with her, Rim knew that her sister had a plan in mind. Now they were just trying to agree not to disagree this simple plan would work. If it was successful, Rim would have lots to take pictures of then. If it failed, there was always locking them in a room after giving them food and drink laced with an aphrodisiac. Hey both ways they would be screwing and getting rid of all that negative energy.

Rim ran a hand through her light plum hair streaked with slate blue. This was the best they could think of? Surely her sister had figured out some large scale plot that didn’t sound…well…as simple as this. Turning her eyes back to her sister, she found the older staring at her notebook, tapping the pencil against her head lightly.

“Tala, Marik,” Nakoruru finally said, looking up at them. “Go in the other room, you’re not helping me, and it’s distracting.”

“I’m surprised you even noticed with all the plotting you’re doing,” Marik said, getting up from the sofa.

“Plotting? Oh, don’t be silly Mari-kun. Why would I plot, and what would I be plotting exactly?” Nakoruru replied innocently. She knew he was too bright not to notice what she had been talking about, but can’t a girl hope. If he realized the plan things just may be a lot harder to do. On the other hand, Tala didn’t seem like he realized any or every thing. Lucky her, maybe it could work after all.

“Don’t give me that innocent act. I know you and I know how your mind works. You think that I’m going to fall for it, you got to be joking,” Marik said, narrowing those amethyst orbs of his.

“Think what you want, you’re still distracting,” Nakoruru shrugged. “Now you and Tala go into the other room so I can get to work with Rim.”

Marik continued to stare at the writer for a long minute their eyes clashing until Marik finally lowered his. Looking over at the red head, he growled. “Come on.”

“I’m not going to take—\" Tala started, glaring at Marik before Rim stepped in, interrupting the red head.

“Tala, be nice and go,” Rim ordered before the bishie could start. He turned his blue eyes on the fan fiction writer as if asking what she expected him to do. “And try not to get in trouble.”

“Rim, you can’t expect me to—“

“Go with Marik into the other room, Ivanov. And no more bitching,” Rim said, narrowing her eyes at him, knowing that it was practically useless to argue with the girl. Tala got up from his seat and followed Marik into the other room which was a bedroom, specifically made for that sort of occasion. The walls Nao had specifically designed to be thicker than the rest of the rooms in Nao’s huge studio apartment. Just in case anything went down, the noise would be kept at a minimum.

Nakoruru and Rim watched the two leave the room, both writers shaking their heads. “I swear those are two of the most stubborn individuals in the history of stubborn.”

“Not quite. Remember how long it took for us to get Tyson, Kane, and King to enjoy the chocolate sauce and whip cream that we provided,” Rim grinned.

“You’re right. It took nearly seven hours before they finally made a move on each other, and by then, we were almost out of tape for the eight hour video camera we installed in the room,” Nakoruru remarked. “Hopefully they will work this out before eight hours are up.”

“Hai,” Rim nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, as the two writers spoke of their plans, Tala and Marik stood in the room Nakoruru sent them in. Marik turned to Tala immediately once the door was closed, narrowing his amethyst orbs. “Make sure you stay far away from me. Don’t even think about coming close to me, Ivanov.”

Tala glared at the male before him. “What the fuck do you mean I better stay away from you? I’m the one who should be saying that, you horny bastard!” The two glared at each other, sparks flying.

“Horny? If anyone wants a piece of ass more it would be you. What was up last time trying to hump me while I was asleep? You were all over me,” Marik said hotly.

“Lying bastard,” Tala shot back. “You were the one all up on me while I was asleep.”

“I was huh. Then who was the one blushing like you were enjoying it,” Marik snapped.

“I was not!”

“Was so!”

“Was not!”

“Was so!” This childish banter went on for a good three minutes before Rim stuck her head in the door and told them both to knock it off before her foot went upside their asses. With an evil smile, she then told them to play nice, or else. Whenever she or her sister said or else, things better be kosher. Their wrath was never pleasant when enforced.

“You stay over there where I can see you,” Marik muttered as he sat on the large four post bed.

“I will as long as you stay over there where I can see you,” Tala said from his seat on the beanie chair. The males glowered at each other for a minute like two children before shifting their eyes away. Silence filled the room until Marik found a remote to the wide screen, flat plasma TV hung on the wall. Flipping it on, he began turning channels, his eyes constantly watching to make sure Tala was a reasonable distance from him.

Marik flipped through the channels until the he finally landed some late night porn. Why in the world porn was on ten o’clock at night was still a mystery yet to be solved. A smug smile rested on Marik’s lips watching Tala shift his eyes constantly from the screen to another point in the room. Marik was not about to pass up an opportunity to mock the red haired Russian for it either.

“What’s wrong little boy? Can’t handle a little bit of smut?” Marik teased viciously. “I can sit here and watch this for hours with no problem.”

“Well, I’m not a pervert like you!” Tala snapped. “I find more constructive things to do with my time, which does not mean that I haven’t watched porn before.” Despite his retorts, Marik continued to smirk, because he knew by the fact of Tala explaining himself the red head had not watched porn before.

“Oh really, that must mean I was wrong with I thought Rim had you on a leash,” Marik stated.

“She doesn’t!” Tala flushed.

“You’re pathetic, why get so angry if it’s not true?” Marik laughed, watching the male in the beanie chair flush angrily. “And you wonder why I called you a little boy.”

“Shut the fuck up you horny bastard, now turn the channel!”

“Why should I? What’s wrong, are you getting hard and you don’t want another intimate moment with your hand while I’m here? Like I would ever want to watch you spank your monkey anyway,” Marik replied as he laid down on the bed watching the screen as another moan escaped one of the actor’s lips.

“You—” Tala started.

“Cat got your tongue? You didn’t make a retort Tala? What happened to all that banter you were storing up? Not so tough now that you’re horny, are you?” Marik didn’t notice that Tala had gotten up from his seat and walked over to the bed. Grabbing the remote from out of Marik’s hands, Tala was about to turn when Marik grabbed him. “Oh no you don’t.”

Pulling Tala onto the bed, Marik wrestled with the red head for a moment until he had the younger pinned under him. Tala’s face was crimson as he glared up at the male straddling his chest. “Get the fuck off me, Marik.” Tala tried moving the male, but to no avail.

“Now, now, Ivanov, what’s wrong?” Marik pressed his thighs to the sides of Tala’s chest, continuing to watch the TV. “It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong.”

“I’m so fucking going to kill you when I get up, you bastard,” Tala said through clenched teeth. Marik looked down at the male pinned under him. He met the seething blue eyes, but smirked as he studied the uncomfortable squirming of the male under him. Placing the remote down on the table beside the bed, Marik decided that he wanted to torment the Russian more.

“Can’t lay still?” Marik grinned, leaning down until he was nose to nose with Tala. The smug smile on his lips widened as Tala shifted his eyes away from Marik. If the Egyptian didn’t know any better, he swore that the Russian under him was-- “Do I make you hot and bothered Tala?”

“You wish,” Tala retorted.

“Then why are you shifting under me then?” Marik managed to catch Tala’s eyes with his amethyst gaze. He could almost feel the Russian’s breath hitch as he leaned in closer. Tala’s cheeks brightened in a blaze of bright pink.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Tala tried to push the male away, only to have Marik pin his hands down to the bed. The red head’s eyes focused on the lips close to his, those full sensual lips pulled into such a crafty smirk. The Egyptian’s scent, close to that of jasmine, filled Tala’s nose with its intoxicating scent, drawing him deeper into a state of want and lust.

“What does it look like?” Marik whispered lightly, darting his tongue out to lick at the Russian’s lips. A slight cry escaped as Tala leaned up to capture Marik’s mouth, but the Egyptian pulled back with another smirk. The blonde was definitely amused at how easily he was able to turn the red head on, a look of want deep within Tala’s now cobalt eyes. “Look at what we have, looks like someone has changed their minds quite quickly.”

“Shut the fuck up you damn tease,” Tala growled as he pulled one hand free and pulled Marik into a hard kiss. Catching the Egyptian’s bottom lip between his teeth, Tala lightly bit down on it, receiving a moan from the male. Tala’s tongue slipped from his mouth, seeking out the other’s with lustful seeking.

Marik opened his mouth, allowing the seeking tongue to enter, but dominated it within a second’s time. When the blonde pulled back, he smirked at the male under him. “So now I’m a tease. You have absolutely no idea what that means when concerning me. You know Tala…I’m not obligated to do anything about your situation, don’t you?”

“I’m not begging you for it,” Tala stated, regaining his previous composure. “If you don’t want to fuck me, get off me and I’ll handle myself.”

“What if I don’t want to? What are you going to do then, huh?” mocked Marik. He ran his fingers across Tala’s features, slowly becoming interested in the handsome male under him. Maybe Nakoruru and Rimnerel actually had an intelligent idea going on by staging this scenario. It might be more fun than what he was expecting.

“Then I’ll make you,” Tala replied, his eyes narrowing as he freed his other hand to move Marik from his chest. The blonde on top grabbed the hands resting on his waist, moving them to his inner thighs. Tala’s eyes widened, feeling the warmth between them, his cock twitching within his pants, straining and throbbing from the contact.

“You know,” Marik started as he ran the other’s fingers the length of his inner thighs as he talked. “There’s a reason for us being in this enterprising situation, don’t you, Tala?” The red head under him was caught in the moment of lust and want as he focused in on Marik’s words.

“What?” Tala frowned.

“Didn’t you know this was plotted out?” Marik remarked.

“What do you mean?” Tala frowned more, yet was still enjoying the tight muscles his hands were being allowed to dance across.

“Honestly Ivanov,” Marik stated with a roll of his eyes, moving Tala’s hands up his thighs, pass his waist to make their way up to his chest. “Why do you think Rim and Nao told us to get out the room? Haven’t you noticed how most of their conversation tonight has included two “stubborn, ego driven” people? If you didn’t catch on the hint, they were talking about us, and trying their hardest to get us to hook up.”

“So, that’s what those two were up to,” Tala murmured, using his thumbs to stroke Marik’s covered nipples, which were budding under the gentle ministrations of the Russian male. Marik licked his lips, enjoying the shiver slipping up his spine. “I guess since we’re here, we should oblige their little conspiring, what do you say Marik?”

“I think that’s an excellent idea.” Moving Tala’s hands back to his waist, Marik took the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Tossing the item of clothing to the floor, Marik found Tala’s eyes roaming over the golden brown skin. “I hope you like what you see.”

“I don’t just like, I want,” Tala murmured, scooting Marik off his chest and into his lap in order to sit up. “I can just eat you up, like ice cream.”

“For one, that was absolute clichéd. Secondly, if you want to eat me up so bad, what are you waiting for?” Marik inquired. The Russian said nothing, leaning forward to lick a trail from his exposed neck downwards. Marik allowed his hands to rest on Tala’s shoulders feeling the hot, wet tongue lick at his skin, moving down until it reached his taut buds. A gasp slipped from Marik’s lips, enjoying the gentle suckling of each of his nipples. The mouth lightly biting, teasing the Egyptian whose head was thrown back.

“As good as any candy,” Tala murmured, moving his head back to observe the flushed skin dotted with light beads of perspiration. Marik stared down at him through half lidded eyes, lust flickering in them. “So what should I do now? Torment you more, or should I—?” Before Tala could finish his sentence, Marik gave an evil smirk before grinding his erection against Tala’s.

A short moan slipped past Tala\'s lips when Marik did it again. \"Torment?\" Marik smirked, stilling his hips to stare down into Tala\'s lust glazed eyes. \"You must be mistaken when you mentioned you were tormenting me. I\'m the one whose tormenting,\" Marik whispered hotly into Tala\'s ear as he leaned forward catching the red head\'s earlobe between his teeth, playfully nibbling on it.

\"Damn tease,\" Tala repeated. He shuddered, feeling the Egyptian\'s tongue trace the outer contour of his left ear. Before long, the wet appendage slipped into his ear, wiggling around it sensually. Tala gripped Marik\'s hips lightly, a low groan escaping cherry red lips. Marik grinned to himself, having found one of the Russian\'s sensitive spots. Using his tongue yet again, he continued to tease the spot, receiving encouragement from the red head to continue. When he finally stopped, Marik grinned, seeing just how much the Russian wanted him now.

\"Should I allow you paradise or should I continue tormenting you?\"

\"You think I\'m down and out for the count? You have another thing coming, Marik,\" Tala retorted lightly. Pushing the male back on the bed, Tala removed Marik\'s shirt, tossing it somewhere on the side of the bed, then went for Marik\'s pants. With quick fingers, Tala removed the pants Marik wore, his eyes widening with want seeing as how the blonde wore no underwear beneath his clothes. \"My, my, so you are a natural blonde after all, Marik.\"

Tala\'s fingers played with the soft curls of blonde around Marik\'s shaft, his hand gliding up across the pulsing flesh while Marik thrust against the touch. A clever smile curled the ends of Tala\'s lips as he did it again. He doubted that Marik ever allowed anyone else to play with him this long, yet he was giving in to these little maddening games that had to be driving him to the point of insanity with need.

Marik\'s hands found their way to Tala\'s pants, his fingers craftily unbuttoning the tight jeans which held that delicious rod of flesh he was eager to exploit for his pleasure. Once he managed to undo the buttons, Marik pulled at both Tala’s pants and underwear. Stopping his actions, Tala helped Marik by removing the two articles of clothing with still clothed him.

Marik immediately reached up, pulling the red head to him, their bodies touching which caused electricity to spark between their bodies. Arching up his hips, Marik rubbed his erection against Tala’s being turned on even more by the wanton moans escaping Tala’s lips. The moans were almost loud enough to draw out the noise of the television. Tala reached between them, his hand seeking out Marik’s balls and rolling them between his fingers. Marik threw his head back, shamelessly asking to be fucked.

Tala stopped his ministrations, a wolfish grin rising to his lips as he leaned down to lick at Marik’s lips, tasting sweat and desire. “Seems I won, ne?”

“This is only round one, you shouldn’t think that you’ve won the game so easily because of what I just said,” Marik replied, flipping their positions so that Tala was on the bottom. “I hope you don’t mind being uke, Ivanov.” Reaching over into the side drawer of the nightstand, Marik pulled out a small jar. “Round two will decide what happens.”

“Who said I wanted to be uke! You’re the one wanting to be fucked,” Tala protested.

“Well, someone has to be uke, just think, less work for you to do,” Marik stated, sliding back nearly all the way off of Tala while unscrewing the jar and coating three of his fingers with the white gel inside. Placing the jar on the table, Marik pushed one of his fingers into Tala who arched his back. Without waiting any length of time, Marik added his second, then third finger into Tala, scissoring and stretching the male under him.

“Fuck…Marik…” Tala grunted, pushing back against Marik’s fingers, trying to get the Egyptian’s fingers deeper into him. His back once again left the bed when those fingers pressed against that small bump which sent his nerves blazing liquid fire. Precum seeped from his tip, sliding down the side of his blood filled tip. “Fuck…me…now…”

“Now what were you saying about me wanting to be fucked?” Marik questioned, pulling his fingers from inside of Tala.

“Shut up and just fuck me,” Tala retorted, while Marik pulled Tala’s legs up so he could access Tala’s entrance. Moving in, Marik steadied himself as he pushed his tip into the orifice. Tala grunted as Marik continued, concentrating on easing his body to allow entrance.

“Just a little more,” Marik said.

“Don’t worry about me. Just…get…in,” Tala remarked. Marik pushed the rest of himself into Tala, astounded at just how tight the red head was.

“No wonder you wanted to be seme,” Marik smirked. “You should have told me you’ve never been fucked before, Ivanov.”

“And what, have you tease me more? I don’t think so, now move, I need release now,” Tala growled huskily. The blonde over him gave a wicked grin before slipping all but his tip out of Tala then snapping back in suddenly. A long moan escaped Tala’s lips, his head digging into the bed under him.

Doing it again, Marik received the same reaction out of his partner. Tala wrapped his legs around Marik’s waist, pushing back against the thrusts, trying to get the blonde deeper each time he came back in. Catching on to the idea, Marik made his thrusts shorter and harder, seeking that object his fingers brushed against earlier. Shifting his direction Marik felt Tala arch up off the bed, his body reacting to the discovery of his prostrate once more.

“Marik…do it…again,” Tala moaned, throwing his head back. Every nerve in his body was ignited with that fire unfurling from its dormant sleep. Above him, Marik thrust at that spot again, his blood running like lava through his veins as he listened to Tala’s ecstatic moans while he continued ramming into Tala’s tight little ass.

“Tala…shit…you’re tight,” Marik muttered as he went faster, a sheen of sweat starting to cover his body and that of the red head under him. As Marik went faster, he wrapped a hand around Tala’s almost completely forgotten shaft, stroking in turn to his thrusts.

“Nnnhh! Marik…fuck me…harder!” Obliging with the request, Marik cut his thrusts shorter. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh seemed to be the only thing that could be heard in the room now, accompanied by the continuously growing moans. The two sustained their maddening pace until Tala gave a long silent cry.

“Come for me, Tala.” Marik pumped Tala’s shaft faster, feeling the body under him tense up, until the blonde felt the vice like constriction around his penis as Tala came. Some of the hot cum hit Marik’s stomach, the rest streaking up Tala’s stomach and chest. Marik cursed as he thrust once more, hitting his climax; his seed filling Tala. When the two finally wound down, Marik pulled out of the male, collapsing on the bed beside him.

Neither said a word as they tried to catch their breaths. Finally Tala turned his head to stare at Marik. “You know…” Tala started. “I could get use to that.”

“Really? What are you trying to say?” Marik rose a brow.

“That maybe we can call a truce, what do you say?” Marik thought about it, and the great fuck he just finished having before pulling Tala to him, spooning the red head’s body against his.

“Fine, we’ll have a truce then.”

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Nakoruru looked up from reading her manga Golden Cain, frowning for a long minute then tilted her head to the side. Rimnerel noticed her sister’s action and looked up from her shota anthology-Kyoushoku Shounen no Susume-to stare at her sister with a slightly confused stare by the older girl’s sudden distraction. “Ane?”

“Hm?” Nakoruru looked over at her little sister.

“What’s up?”

“It’s way too quiet…even though the room is mostly sound proof. You’d expected some sounds of attempted murder still…but I don’t hear anything,” Nakoruru replied. The two writers looked at each other then hurriedly got up and ran into the room they sent the two bishies in. Nakoruru flung open the door then stopped, Rim’s broke out in a huge Cheshire Cat grin, pulling out her camera and snapping up a roll of film.

In bed, curled up against each other was Tala and Marik. By the way their clothes were strewn around on the floor, and that Tala was practically spooned against Marik with that “after-good-sex” content smile on his face, it wasn’t too hard figuring that their plan worked out in the end.

“Well, that didn’t take those two long to get that cleared out,” Nakoruru stated. “Guess we can move on to our next plan then.”

“What? I thought our plan was to get these two screwing each other to hell and back?” Rim replied.

“Remember Sanzo and Homura,” the older girl said. Her sister made an ‘o’ with her mouth before a glean flickered in her eyes. “You should know, a yaoi fan fiction writer’s work is never done when it comes to bishies.”

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Nako: Mari-chan, I’m happy you and Tala-kun finally got to freaking.

Marik: Shut up, you’re the one that decided you needed to get me in the room with that hot little ass in the first place. You should have none what the outcome was going to be.

Rim: Hm…this one is good…(shifting through pictures)

Tala: Rimnerel…what are you looking at?

Nakoruru: Pictures from her hidden camera.

Tala and Marik: WHAT?!

Rim (^ ^): This is me you’re talking about. Duh, I did help my sister execute this plan, you don’t think that I was going to do this without getting the goods, did you?

Marik and Tala (=_=): … … …

Nako: All right Rim, let’s get going. We still have to go make sure that Sanzo and Homura don’t try to kill each other.

Rim: Oh yes right! Our work really is never done sometimes.