Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Charlie's Hikaris ❯ chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything and all the other stuff.

Beware: It’s YAOI. There will be, of course, R-rated talk and the sex will be there eventually.

Couples: Y/YY, R/B, M/M, J/S- mostly hikaris/yamis (yes, we consider Jou a hikari and Seto a yami. heh.)

=====chapter 8=====

Getting bored sitting around, the platinum blonde just lean on the legs of his chair staring up at the ceiling. After finishing the test, some her answered on carelessly, he got nothing to do. He thought he’ll die of boredom.

R-Psst. You guys. Yugi, Malik, Jou. C’mon!

‘Whoo! Save by the queasy one!’ he inwardly cheer and lifted his communicator, disguised as a talking arm bracelet.

Y-Hi Ryou, Hi Ryou, Hi Ryou!

R-Yugi?

J-Hold on, Ry. I jus gotta finish dis stupid test. Dammit.

Hearing the urgent note in his friend’s voice, Malik said, “What’s wrong? Are you alone? Remember, we can’t talk to each other if someone sees us.”

R-I-I k-know, Malik, b-but I’m scared. What if I failed the interview? You know how uncomfortable I get being alone with a stranger.

Malik shook his head with a smile. ‘Poor little Ryou.’

J-Don’t worry about it, Ryou. We’re here, uh, sorta. Ok. I’m done.

Y-Yay! Jou is done! Jou is done! Yay!

Malik raise a suspicious brow.

J-Hey, Yuge? Are you alright? You sound kinda...

R-Yugi? What are you doing?

Y-Hehehe. hm? Oh, nothing. Just waiting.

Malik had a weird feeling he’s not going to like what’s coming next.

R-And?

Y-Eatting Pixie Sticks! he he he he he

“What?!” Malik yelled and fell back on his chair.

J/R-WHAT?!

Malik was still in shock on is back. ‘How is that possible?! We banned them!’

R-Yugi, how did you get them? We banned them all from you!

Scrambling up, Malik grip the side of the small table and said slowly. “Yugi, How many did you ate?” ‘Please not over two. Please not over two. Please not over two.’ he prayed.

Y-um, I dunno. Two I think. he he he.

J- Only two?

Y-Yeppers. Two.....dozens!

Malik slip off and fell to the floor again. “WHAT!”

R-Oh, god

Y-Ooh, lookie! Door open! Open sesame bun! he he he!

“No, Yu-!” But before he could finish his sentence, he heard the door opening and cursed.

Shutting off his bracelets, he put up the chair back and quickly sit on it, legs cross, hands together, looking organize. But inside he shaking like a leaf, writing his will. ‘We’re all doomed!’

Then the door opened and Malik sat straighter, prepared to fight against any big, gangy thug who’s going to interrogate him. But what came through the door wasn’t exactly what he hand in mind.

“Hiya, Shiny!” a dark preppy voice called out as he walk in.

Malik lost his posture to fall in surprise. “What?” ‘Shiny?!’

Malik look up to the face of his interrogator. Or his other self. The uh...less saner self.

There standing by the door was another mirror of himself, but there’s some parts that are different. Malik’s body is lean and fit, but his other is the same with a little more muscle. Malik knows people say his hair is wild but he think he’ll pass the title to the look-alike because his hair is much more scarier and darker. So is his fangs as he grinned toothily at Malik, his eyes shining crazed excitement.

Malik sweat dropped.

His other self, continues to grin as he walk up to the table and seated himself next to Malik, trying to get close as possible to him . Malik scooted a bit back. The twin scooted closer.

“Uh...Aren’t you gonna check test?” Malik asked, not liking the hesitation in his voice.

‘Damn! Why is this freak making me nervous? And why does he look like me? And why am I getting turned on by him?!’ Malik swallowed.

“Hm? Is that what I’m suppose to do?” his dark side blinked bemused and turn his eyes away from Malik, to his relief, on the sheet of paper on top of the table.

“I think it is.” Malik said esthetically, trying to sneak an inch farther.

His dark pouted like a boy who doesn’t want to do homework. Malik had to push down the urge to say ‘Aww!’ aloud.

“Fine.” he said haughtily and pulled out a pen. “So...you’re Malik Ishtar?”

He nodded, still scooting. “Yeah.”

Not noticing his scooting, he raised an amused brow. “Interesting.” he drawled.

Malik froze. ‘Oh shit. Does he recognize my name?’

“Um, why? It‘s interesting, I mean.” he asked cautiously.

“Because, “ he said causally. “My name was Ishtar.”

Surprised, Malik said without thinking, “Really?”

He nodded.

“Yup.” then he shock Malik when he pulled him closer to his side, till their thighs are touching each other. He grinned wickedly at the shocked Hikari. “But you can call me Marik, my cuter ME.”

Malik stared widely at him, a blush heating his cheeks at the sexy beast. “Me?”

Then Marik tossed the paper over his shoulder carelessly and press Malik closer. “I could get Kaiba to do the business crap later. Why don’t we do a little search interview?”

Malik blushed even darker and tried to push himself off Makrik, but he was surprisingly stronger than what Malik had thought.

“W-wait! Hold it!” he shouted, pulling his arm free and dash away from the crazed person, putting the small table between them. “Stop!”

“So, you wanna play Cat&Mouse, do ya?” Marik’s grin widen. ‘Ooh, I wanna be the cat!”

Malik screamed as Marik try to pounce at him from the table and moved behind the stool this time. “No! I don’t wanna play with you!”

Marik stopped from his attack and look at him with a bewilder look. “Why not?”

Malik slowed his breathing but still kept a tight grip to the stool for in case he need it to bank Marik if he attacks. “B-because. I need a job. And thins is the only place I know to get one.”

“Really?” he blink.

“Really.”

“Why?” he ask curiously.

“Because. It’s important.”

“How important?”

“Really important.”

“Alright.” Marik huffed. “Playtime later.”

‘Or never.’ Malik hoped and let his shoulder sags. “Good.”

“Hm. I wonder what you can do?” Marik thought aloud to himself, as if Malik wasn’t there. “Maybe you could be a waitress?”

'Do I look like a woman!' Malik twitched an eye.

"Nah, wouldn't want anyone to see your cute tushy anyway." Marik didn't notice him and continued.

Malik blushed at the complement.

“Hmm, DJ?”

‘Baugh. Too much techno for me.’ Malik rolled his eyes and thought of Jou’s explanation on fixing a VCR. Oh, the horror.

“I don’t think so. Kaiba wouldn’t want anyone touch his baby anyway.” he shrugged.

"A dancer?" he grinned at the thought.

'FUCK NO!'

"Nope. For me though, maybe."

'Oh, why me?'

"Oh! I got it!" Marik made a, act of hitting his fist on his palm, a light bulb flashed before blowing out. (too strong for his mind. heh.)

"Oh joy." Malik muttered softly and felt a gust of wind pass by him ."Whoa!"

Holding his hair aside, he gap at the wall full of alcohol. Really, the whole side wall was shelved with all the types of liquored that could exist and most illegal. “Uh...”

“This is a drunk’s fantasy but it’s going to be your test for today.” Marik grinned at the shock expression and take the chance to snake his arms around Malik’s expose navel. “But if you don’t want to take the test, there are other ways you can persuade me to give you the job.”

Malik shivered as he felt Marik’s hot breath by his neck. “I-it’s a-alright, I’ll do the test!”

Marik try the puppy eyes on him and he almost fell apart. “You sure?”

‘How is it possible for him to use it! And as strong as Yugi and Ryou?!’ “YES! YES, I’LL TAKE THE TEST!” he yelled and try to pull his body away again.

Marik huffed again and let him go again. “O-k.”

“So...what am I suppose to do?”

“So, you ready?” Marik ask, sitting on the stool, his arms on the counter of the bar stand.

Not trusting his voice, Malik nod his head.

“Remember what to do?” Marik ask again. “you’ll have to go on and on and on until I say stop. And you are not to drop anything.”

Malik could feel his palm sweating so he wipe his hand to the side of his pants. “Ok.”

“You sure you wanna do this? You can always to the persuading.” Marik reminded, winking at him.

Goosebumps spread to his arms and he put a leash on his hormones. “That’s ok. I think I can handle this.”

“It’s you’re sure.” Marik smirk, his eyes looking evilly sexy. “And start...NOW.”

Malik took a breath and grab the stock of two glass bottles of liquor and started to those them in the air, juggling them. Moving quick, he grab another bottle and continue the cycle.

“Good start.” Marik said professionally, clapping. Then his eyes sharpen. “Now the hard part.”

“Huh?” Malik said, too distracted with the bottles to listen, but gasp as another bottle was tossed his way and he faltered a little by was able to save it and is now juggling 4 bottles. He let out another relieved breath when he got an even juggle then said angrily, “What the fuck are you trying to do?!”

But Marik doesn’t seem fazed by the rage, he actually smiled at the angry Mailk. “Just the test, darling. You wanted it, you got.”

Then he tossed in 2 small bottles, Malik yelped, but got the them in the mix. It was difficult from the different size and weight. “Hey!”

“You should’ve just gone with the easy way but, oh well.” Marik shrugged and tossed an old-fashioned glass (2nd smallest glass) in.

“Eergh!” Malik grunted as he continue the juggle. Right now he has 3 large bottles of strong liquor, 1 medium light liquor, two pint-size alcohols, a small glass cup, and because HE thinks it’s should match the drinks, a tiny umbrella wrapped in a square napkin. But the worst is that he has to keep them up in the air until HE says to stop! “Dammit!”

“Have I told you I like your neck?” Marik said suddenly.

Mailk jumped a little and almost lost the pattern with a blush on his face. “W-w-what?!”

Marik lean on the back of his stool and stare fascinated at Malik. “You know, I want to strip you down and eat you right up?”

Malik could feel his temperature rising and it’s not helping with the test. ‘Ignore him. Don’t think sexy thoughts!’

“I’ll be licking your skin all over till you wet and shiny.” Marik continues, his voice deep and seductive. “Can’t you picture it?”

‘Too well!’ Malik struggle against the balance, the heat and the picture. But for how long?

“If you want to quit, just say ‘Uncle’.” crossed his arms and wait for Malik to crack. “Anytime.”

“Not. A. Chance.” Malik grunted with each toss.

Marik grinned again, is eyes sparkling. “I like you.”

Malik didn’t respond.

“I really like you.”

No response.

“I really really like you.”

Still nothing.

“So, do you really really like me?”

Malik’s face grimace and he looks like he he’s struggling with the answer. Marik chuckled and look at his hand. “And you can stop....right about....now.”

Malik continued a bit longer then grab the napkin and unroll the umbrella, tossing it into the air, slamming the napkin down on the counter. Next was the glass, then he snatch the different bottles, quickly slipping some of the liquids in the glass, one by one, setting them neatly aside by size and types. And he made it all a theater show spinning the bottles in midair, letting the liquor spill in the glass.

And for the finale, the tiny umbrella gentle float down on the corner of the glass.

“There.” Malik panted, his arms dropping from the sides, sore and tired.

His heart was slowing to it’s normal temple, sweat glistening his forehead, he never felt more relieved.

Marik picked up the glass and swallowed it whole. Licking his lips, he grinned. “Not bad. Though I prefer stronger ones, I think this will do.”

Malik glared lightly at him.

“Good stamina, smart mix, nice performance, handling distractions are admirable.” Marik listed them off with a praise.

Malik smirk smugly.

“But...”

Malik frown.

Then Marik reach down behind the counter and pulled out Malik’s hand. It was stained with the red liquor. “You seem to spill.”

Malik eyes widen and he gasp for being caught. ‘oh no!’

Then his eyes widen even more when Marik licked it clean off his hand.

“But we can say it never happened.” he smirked and gave him another wink. “You pass, you got the job.”

Malik was speechless.

Marik let go of his hand and turn to the door. “See you tomorrow night. Sleep on it.”

Malik was still in a daze and stared at his licked hand. “Wha?”

“Oh, and you tasted much better than the drink. I’ll be tasting more of you. Bye-bye, Malik-Me.” he waved and closed the door.

Alone, Malik stared at the door. After a while of silence, Malik grab the same glass and pour a pint of brandy and gulped it down.

“I got it. Damn I need a drink.”

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there's Malik. and next is the one everyone's been waiting for!

idiot_lord- thanx & PEACE OUT!


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