Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ All Request Live! ❯ Variable X ( Chapter 7 )

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh; I swear!! Honest!

 

A/N: Just as a side note so no one gets confused; this story is in Marik's POV with flashbacks in third person okay? And -------FB------- indicates flashback.

 

This one's for you carolsi13, enjoy!

 

Name: Variable X

Summ: Why does Seto and the way he works just seem like one big equation that I can never solve?

Pairing: Dangershipping (Marik x Seto)

Type: Shonen-ai

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When I first met him, Seto Kaiba, I thought the same thing that the rest of the world probably thought about him…that he was a cold-hearted bastard that had everything handed to him on a silver platter and that he knew nothing outside his own company. I thought he had no morals; he did what he pleased and that he cared for no one but his annoying little brother.

Boy was I wrong.

I can still remember the night so vividly…the night that my lover took me in under his wing; though I had no idea at the time…

 

-----FB----

 

It was black…pitch black; an unyielding field of ink that seemed to eat everything that it came across, plunging it into darkness.

And there, in the middle of a cold alley way lay an individual, a man. The alley itself was desolate; concrete walls covered with graffiti stood on both sides and the stone street was almost iced over from the cold. A powerful wind blew and the sky held not a single star; nothing would erase the darkness.

The man lay in the middle of the alley, his body mutilated and covered with bruises. Blood trickled from the numerous cuts and his ankle and wrist were turned in positions they should not have been able to achieve.

The man was beautiful; his skin held a delicious tan that complemented every toned muscle in his body. His platinum almost-white blonde hair fell over his shoulders and his closed eyes would have been of lavender. His clothes were ripped and torn; the white silk shirt covered in crimson blood and his gently faded jeans were ripped from a knife and blood spilled over them as well. The figure, though passed out, shook heavily in the dark and tried to curl into an even tighter ball; his body screaming in pain.

The man, alone and desolate, looked up, his eyes slowly opening, when headlights of a car pierced through the ink of black, cutting through all that is evil and bringing light.

The figure that exited the vehicle looked to be an angel. The light from the front of the car seemed to make him glow, his pale skin bathed in light, as were strands of sable, and a trench coat of silver. The figure knelt in front of the broken man and gently tilted his face up. The man saw his hope; the bearer of blue eyes and a cold heart…and he passed out knowing he was safe.

 

---------End FB--------

 

My lips curve into a slight smile at the memory. Seto had taken me in and given me medical care, clothes, and food. I may be evil and psychotic but I have honor as well and I knew I was in the man's debt. So, I did one thing; the most stupid thing I've ever done…and boy am I glad I did.

 

---------FB-----------

 

Marik slowly walked into the living room from the guest bedroom which he had been living in for the past week. He still limped slightly from his injuries; his ankle was carefully wrapped, though thankfully not sprained or broken. He clutched the stair railing with his good hand, the one without the fractured wrist, as he slowly walked down each royal blue carpeted step. He swore this man was obsessed with blue and silver; it seemed to be everywhere!

Once he had entered the elaborate living room; he took in the sight of the brilliant CEO reading a novel. Blue eyes scanned the printed word with unparalleled accuracy as slender fingers occasionally flipped a crisp, white page.

Marik didn't know how long he sat there and stared, watching how his bangs fell in front of his eyes and how he would occasionally brush them away like a habit that he hated to have, but secretly enjoyed. But he knew it must have been a while because Seto's closed his book and set it on the marble coffee table in front of him while sighing in exasperation.

“What do you want?”

Marik really had been surprised the whole time he was here about Seto's voice. It was not harsh and commanding as normal, but soft and kind; containing the air of someone who had spent years building up patience and tolerance for other people, though usually just for his brother and not anyone else.

“I feel like I owe you,” Marik said simply.

Seto snorted softly. “You couldn't possibly have anything that I want.”

“Name it,” Marik said, though as soon as the words left his mouth he realized it was a mistake.

Seto hadn't bothered with an explanation; he simply just walked up to him and kissed him. And it wasn't forceful and rough like he had expected. It was gentle, caring, and it left him feeling warm and yet bereft when the kiss was broken.

Holding his chin firmly in his hand, the CEO softly replied, “Let me be yours.”

And he did.

 

-------End FB------------

 

I smile softly at the fond memory. We had both waited for a month for my wounds to completely heal before we did anything. He had waited on my hand and foot and nursed me back to full health while still running a company…there is never a day that Seto doesn't fail to surprise me. Like that time he confessed his secret fetish, for instance.

 

----------FB--------

 

Marik stared at the ceiling as he lay on his back on the black leather couch, while Seto lounged peacefully on his chest. Marik absent-mindedly ran his fingers through the sable hair until Seto spoke up.

“Marik?”

“Hmm?”

“I…There's something I've always wanted to do you know…like a secret desire I suppose…but I just-” He broke off abruptly.

Marik looked down at his lover and tilted his chin up. “What is it? I won't hate you or leave you, no matter how farfetched you think it is. Speak.” Marik tried desperately to make his voice calm and soothing, like Seto had done when he woke up from nightmares every night for the first few months he was there.

Seto buried his head in Marik's chest, nuzzling it lightly. “I wanted…I'm…(sighs)… I'm a slight masochist.”

Marik blinked at his lover in surprise. “You are?”

Seto shook his head; tears streaming down his face.

Marik noticed this and his eyes uncharacteristically softened. “Baby, it's okay, I'm not upset.” Marik cupped the pale face and wiped the tears away then gave him a soft kiss to reassure him. “If that's what you like, then we'll do it some, okay?”

Seto merely nodded his head as he snuggled back into the warm body beneath him.

 

--------------End FB----------

 

I picked up the frame that contained the picture of Seto and I on our first anniversary, which was three months ago. We both look serious and anyone who doesn't really know us would probably say that we look unhappy. But they're wrong. Our eyes look happy and that is all that matters to me. All that matters is that I have my lover, my Variable X, who is always surprising me, always making me love my life every second.

I jump slightly when I feel twin arms snake around my shoulders from behind the chair.

“What're you doing, Lover?” Seto questions, looking at the picture I am holding. I sigh and lean against him.

“Thinking about us…and how much I'm glad you're here…” I trail off, knowing I sound like a hopeless romantic when I am far from it.

Seto places a kiss on my temple and softly caresses my cheeks as he cups them. He gently leans my head back and we kiss, our tongues each wanting to taste the ambrosia that is our unique taste. I wrap my arms around his neck as we continue our exploration of each other's mouths. After several minutes, we break apart and I find myself staring into pools of azure.

“Aishiteru…” I say softly.

“Aishiteru matta,” he replies with a grin as he loops his arms around my shoulders and embraces me tightly.

I really will never understand him, I swear.