Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Help Me Forget ❯ One-Shot

Title: Help Me Forget
Author: Kris Ice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: MalikxMarikxRashidxSeto
Original Characters: None really
Type: yaoi
Spoilers: don't think so
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or any characters associated with it.

Summary: Malik and Marik often go to a local club to spend time with their ‘brother’, Rashid, who works there. One night, Malik finds a familiar face and offers him something to forget his pain.

Deep, throbbing music rocked through the club as multicolored lights danced across the surging crowd below. It wasn’t the kind of place a person would go to dance alone. It was a place full of black leather, lots of bare skin, indiscriminant touching, and raging libidos.

In the center of the crowd, yet strangely apart from it, Malik Ishtar danced with reckless abandonment, feeling the sensual beat of the music pulsating in his veins. Somewhere close by, but hidden in the crowd, he could feel his reformed darkness’ growing arousal. He smiled, remembering how Yugi had decided to give Marik another chance at life by giving him is own body after the shorter boy had used the power of the pharaoh to do the same for the spirits that dwelled within the items held by him and his white haired friend, Ryou.

Malik shook away the sense of guilt that always accompanied the British teen’s name. Now was not the time for regrets. Now was the time to lose himself in the present. He smirked when he felt his darkness moving toward him, intent on dragging him to one of the back rooms again to satisfy the lust burning through them.

Malik slipped away from his other half, moving through the crowd with ease but not without being grabbed and groped as he went past. The blond Egyptian took it in stride. It was something guests here had to accept. As long as no one actually attempted to rape one of the guests, no one really cared. He was making steady progress away from Marik, who was getting slowed down by the masses, but he wasn’t trying to escape. Far from it, he’d let himself be caught eventually, but the chase was all a part of the game.

When he reached the edge of the dance floor, Malik wondered if they’d be able to pull Rashid away from his job behind the bar long enough to join them in one of the backrooms. As he was pushing his way through the crowd to get to the bar on the other side, he abruptly found himself in a cleared space in the center of the dance floor. Malik looked up to see what they were all looking at and felt his breath lodge in his throat. As if from a great distance, he could feel his other half’s curiosity, but his entire attention was focused on the ethereal being in front of him that made his body quake with desire.

This young god had boots that looked like they had been created for his feet, black leather pants, that seemed painted on, that seemed to absorb the dancing lights, giving the shadows on them multicolored highlights. After following the pants up long, strong, slender legs, Malik’s eyes were caught by the bulge that strained against the dark leather, making his own arousal throb in sympathy. The waistline of the pants were cut low, revealing the bottom part of his abdomen muscles and the top part of his hips, a thin silver chain was treaded through the belt loops. Just above the almost invisible button, the faint edge of chestnut hair could be seen. Above the bare expanse of his abdomen, a silver mesh tank top that seemed to be made from a filmy material that was barely there did nothing to hide the strong, almost hairless chest beneath it. Dusky nipples stood out in sharp relief from the pale skin surrounding them. To accent this erotic picture, the Adonis from on high was wearing a black leather collar around his neck with a silver ankh instead of a tag. Matching black leather bands with silver studs wrapped around thin wrists, and a pair of silver armlets that looked like coiled snakes decorated his upper arms. As he turned, Malik saw a flash of silver that resolved into another silver ankh, this one dangling from his left ear. His eyes, that Malik knew were stormy blue, were closed as he twisted and turned with the music. In short, cold, emotionless Seto Kaiba looked good enough to eat and hot enough to melt steel.

Malik glanced up as his darker half joined him. He recognized the familiar hungry gleam in his other’s eyes. He’d seen it often enough directed at him or Rashid. Marik looked down and violet eyes met. A silent question was asked and answered. As one, the pair broke the invisible circle that had formed around the young CEO. Marik slipped in behind the brunet, pulling him tightly against his body as his hands roamed. Malik stepped in front of him, fitting his body against Seto’s front, letting his hands join his darker half’s in exploring the taller boy’s body.

The lighter Egyptian reached up and pulled the other teen down for a deep kiss. He was surprised as the taste of alcohol burst onto his tongue. Malik pulled back to find a pair of surprisingly clear sapphire eyes stare back at him. Before either could say anything, Marik roughly thrust his hips into Kaiba’s which drove the taller boy’s black clad arousal into Malik’s abdomen causing both of them to moan.

Words forgotten, the trio began to explore each other, heedless of the audience watching. Malik began suckling Seto’s nipple through the filmy excuse for a shirt he was wearing. Meanwhile, Marik nipped at the back of Seto’s neck as he held the CEO’s hips just above the waistline of his pants to hold him steady as he rolled his hips against the chestnut colored haired boy’s backside.

Malik was the first to pull away, remembering where they were. Seto protested the loss of the warm lips that had been traveling steadily down his abdomen. "Not here," the former Grave Keeper managed to gasp out as a strong, slender hand began to massage his harness through his pants to encourage him to go on.

Marik growled, not wanting to be pulled away from the tempting flesh writhing before him.

Malik growled back before adding, "You know the rules, no stripping and playing on the dance floor. Do you want Rashid to lose his job and never be allowed back in?"

The darker of the blonds made a frustrated noise in his throat, but reluctantly released the brunet, who didn’t seem too happy about it himself. But before Seto could protest, Malik grabbed his hand and started dragging him toward a small side door that led to a short corridor lined with doors to rooms for the patron’s use. When the lighter blond reached the door, he paused and glanced back at his darkness. A quick silent request was sent, and the wilder boy spat out a curse before diving back into the writhing mass.

Seto looked down at Malik curiously as the shorter boy lead the way to a door on the left side at the end off the hallway. Malik caught his look and grinned. "Don’t worry, he’ll be back. He had to go get something." He grew even more curious when the boy pulled out a key and unlocked the door before pulling him inside before shutting the door behind them. "Since Rashid works here, we were able to convince the manager to let us have our own room."

Following the Egyptian’s gesture, the brunet looked around the room in surprise. He wasn’t sure what he expected out of the back rooms of a night club, but this certainly wasn’t it. There was no bed in the room, just a large pile of cushions. Silk was draped on the walls and colored veils had been placed over the lamps to give the room an otherworldly feel. He started to turn as Malik tugged on his wrist, but the blond boy jumped him as soon as he was off balance. They landed in the pile of cushions with Malik straddling the taller boy’s waist.

The Egyptian smirked and leaned down to nibble on Seto’s neck. "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice husky with desire as he pressed down enough with his weight to keep Seto from trying to wiggle away.

"Isn’t it obvious?" the taller boy asked, leaning his head back to give the other greater access.

"You never drink," Malik said, pulling back enough to look into the paler boy’s face. "I know you don’t like losing control like that. You’ve never been in here before, we would’ve seen you. And I highly doubt that things are so desperate you came down here to sell yourself." The violet eyed boy sat up, sliding back so his hardness brushed Seto’s. "So, what are you doing here?"

Seto growled, reaching up to force the Egyptian to move off of him so he could find someone else, or just force him to move.

The shorter boy lay forward suddenly, catching Seto’s hands and holding them out from his body. "Why are you here?" he asked, his breath tickling Seto’s ear. "If all you wanted was a simple fuck you could have gone anywhere and asked anyone. Why come to this place?" When Seto started to buck under the other boy and didn’t answer, Malik sighed and pressed down hard, causing the CEO to cry out as he tried to thrust up again. "I’m not going to do anything, or let Marik, if you’re just going to start screaming rape later," the Egyptian warned him.

Seto lay back gasping as he tried to make his mind function between the cloud of alcohol and lust. He’d been trying so hard not to think, not to remember what had driven him here in the first place. "I’m not drunk," he snapped, looking away. He was tired of fighting; of always having to fight himself and everyone else.

Malik watched as sapphire eyes stared at the ceiling for a long moment.

"I had a couple of shots at the bar," Seto admitted, still not looking at the boy on top of him. "It was just enough to relax, not enough to get drunk." He paused, swallowing. "I ... I had heard of this place before. I was going to … bring him here. After I screwed up, I went home and changed to this."He let out a bitter chuckle. "I had spent months trying to find the perfect outfit. I had everything planned. I was going to court him until I was sure I had him. Then I was going to wear this and take him here." He closed his eyes briefly before looking up at the ceiling again. "I thought it was as good a place as any to forget.

Malik released one of Seto’s arms and brushed a hand over his cheek, sensing as the door opened to admit the other two. "What were you trying to forget?" he asked, his voice gentle and hypnotizing low.

Hints of moisture touched the taller boy’s eyes, but tears didn’t fall. "Does it matter?" he asked, cold, composed voice now broken and tired.

Malik slowly spread out so that his body was pressed flush against Seto’s. He pressed his cheek to the brunet’s and whispered in his ear. "Tell me; tell me what you want to forget."

The paler young man shuddered at the feel of another’s body pressed so intimately against his own. The thin barrier of their clothes felt like they weren’t even there. He found he could deny the Egyptian nothing, even the baring of the deep wound in his soul. "We … I had taken him out a few times, we’d talked, really talked. I thought we were getting somewhere, but…" His voice trailed off as he closed his eyes. "I could feel that he didn’t feel the same way. So, I… I went to his apartment…" A half sob emerged from his throat and he turned away.

"Take it slow," Malik urged as he pressed a kiss against the pulse point under Seto’s jaw where he could feel the pounding of his heart. Slowly, the golden haired boy started to roll his hips and smiled at the other’s quick intake of breath.

"He was surprised to see me, I would always call first. I could tell something was wrong, so I didn’t want to stay long. I explained everything…" He swallowed. "I bared my soul to him and watched as his eyes grew wide with shock. When I was done …" the tall brunet whimpered softly, a sound so faint that if Malik had not been lying on top of him, he might not have ever heard it. "His eyes turned so sad, and he told me that I had no idea how long he had waited to hear that." Seto let out another humorless chuckle. "But I had waited too long. Just then, Yugi came to the door, to see what was taking so long. When I looked into his eyes, we suddenly knew what the other was there for. I have to give him credit; he was kind enough to worry about my pain." His chest jerked, as though he had stifled another sob. "Jou tried to get us all into the apartment so his neighbors wouldn’t hear, but I was getting ready to walk away from the situation, to save what little dignity I had left when he came out. He looked at each of us, and raised an eyebrow. Then, Yugi must have filled him in, because the bastard moved to stand behind Jou, and held him while giving me that smirk. That one that said he’s beaten me and will always beat me. And he had the nerve to ask if I wanted something." Burning sapphire turned to face cool violet. "He dared to ask me that while holding the one I’d always wanted, knowing that I could never have him." Seto shuddered, pressing his hips against Malik’s. "I walked away, went home long enough to change, and came here." He closed his eyes again, turning his face away.

The blond Egyptian reached up, and turned the brunet’s face back. When Seto’s eyes opened in question, he kissed him slowly and deeply, ignoring the taste of whisky on his breath. His hands released the taller boy’s and began roaming on pale flesh. "Is this what you want?" he asked, pulling back.

Before Seto could answer, a sly, dark voiced hissed in his ear. "We can help you forget."

The taller boy jerked his head to the side, already knowing whom he would see. The voice had been very close to the one that had been whispering to him, but the slight edge of insanity gave his identity away. As did the fact that Malik had began nibbling on his other ear. Seto gasped, shuddering as he saw the blonde’s darker half kneeling on the bed near his head without a stitch on him stroking his erection. Hungry sapphire eye roamed down the athletic form before focusing on the darker one’s shaft.

Marik chuckled. "Like what you see?" He arched his back, thrusting his hips out so that Seto could get a better look at his leaking erection.

"Yes…" the taller boy whispered, unable to stop himself. He blinked and looked up as Malik pulling away distracted him.

The saner blond smiled down at him. "Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, but I think we’re both overdressed."

The brunet blinked, looking down. He hadn’t realized that he was still fully clothed. He clumsily started to stand, but felt himself pulled up and held by a pair of strong arms. He turned to thank Marik only to find himself staring into Rashid’s golden eyes.

Marik pressed against Seto’s side and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Don’t be afraid. We’re not going to hurt you tonight. We'll save that for when you ask for it." He chuckled, biting the brunet’s ear. "Just relax, we’ll help you forget."

Seto glanced between the three of them before nodding and closing his eyes in surrender.

"Say it," Rashid murmured. "We want no misunderstandings later."

"I want this," the CEO said almost instantly. "I want you all," he added in case that wasn’t enough. Almost miraculously, he found himself naked, reclining against Rashid on the cushions as Malik was doing amazing things to his shaft with his mouth. The brunet arched his neck as the older man almost tentatively claimed his lips for a kiss. Seto opened his mouth in invitation and found himself thoroughly tasted.

Marik took advantage of his distraction to nip at one of his nipples, causing the pale boy to jerk and the other two to moan.

Rashid reached out and slipped Malik a small tube without breaking the kiss. By time he did pull away to breathe, Seto was feeling shaky and light-headed.>

Marik grinned at him, nuzzling his neck. "Relax," he murmured before he claimed his turn with Seto’s mouth. The darker blonde rubbed his erection against the paler boy’s arm until he got the idea and started fisting him.

Suddenly, Seto jerked and his hand clamped tighter as he felt a slick finger slid into him. He blinked down in surprise to find Malik giving him an impish look.

"Just relax," the lighter Egyptian reminded him.

The tall brunet gasped as Malik returned to teasing his erection as the blond started thrusting his finger in and out of his entrance. He shifted, trying to get more of the pleasurable sensations when he noticed the older man’s arousal digging into the small of his back. He threw his head back with a moan.

"Watch," Rashid’s deep voice suddenly commanded him.

Seto hadn’t realized that he’d closed his eyes or that Marik had slipped away. He opened his eyes and his breath caught as he felt his arousal throb.

The darker blond smirked at him from where he knelt behind Malik, a hand on his ass and a small tube in his hand. As soon as he was sure that Seto was watching, Marik slid a hand down his lighter half’s crack.

Malik jerked and started moaning around Seto’s shaft as Marik shoved two fingers in his entrance. He thrust back against that familiar touch and started sucking harder on the arousal in him mouth.

Seto started panting; softly moaning now and then from the sight of Marik preparing his light and from the sensations Malik was causing. He had never felt anything like this; it was far more intense than he had ever expected as he watched Malik thrust back against the controlled violence in his darker half’s touch. Just as he felt he was going to lose control, he felt someone grab the base of his shaft in a tight grip. He managed to blink his eyes open, he hadn’t realized he’d shut them again, to find both the blond Egyptians watching him. Malik was holding him while Marik continued to stretch the lighter boy.

"Not yet," Malik panted. "We have other plans." He pulled his fingers away, smiling when Seto whimpered.

The taller teen felt his body being shifted and felt something much larger than Malik’s fingers pressing into his entrance.

"Relax," the taller Egyptian reminded him as he began to push into the pale boy’s virgin body.

Malik and Marik watched hungrily as Rashid slowly pushed into the CEO, as they continued to stroke and tease Seto’s body to pull his mind away from the pain. The three rarely had Rashid go first when the one they got to play with was a virgin because it would be easier if one of the smaller boys stretched them first. And the boy was more likely to come back that way. But aside from some soft whimpering that could be pleasure or pain, or more than likely a mix of the two, Seto made no complaints.

Once Rashid was firmly seated within the pale body above him, Malik climbed up to straddle Seto’s hips again. He grinned at the dazed look of disbelief in sapphire eyes. "You wanted all of us," he reminded the Japanese teen, who nodded.

"Still do," he managed to choke out as Rashid coated his erection while Marik lay beside him, teasing his nipples. The larger man’s hands slid up to hold his hips still as Malik slid down on his arousal, shuddering as Seto’s erection brushed across his prostate. The brunet threw his head back, whimpering at the unfamiliar, but very welcome sensation of taking and being taken. A warm mouth clamped over his lips; almost frightening in the violent way it ravished his mouth. He opened his eyes as the other pulled away and found Marik crouched over him. The darker Egyptian boy’s violet eyes were almost gleaming with an insane hunger, but instead of fear, Seto felt only desire.

Finding what he wanted in lust darkened sapphire eyes; Marik leaned down to hiss in the pale boy’s ear. "You looked so hungry when you were watching me stroke my cock. Do you want to taste it?" He moved back to where he could see Seto’s face. "Do you want to suck me hard and let me fuck your face until I come so you can swallow it all?"

Seto moaned at the crude words, and the lust in the other teen’s voice. He felt them fueling the fire burning in his veins. "Yes," he gasped, almost shaking with the effort of remaining still.

After giving him another bruising kiss, Marik crawled forward until his erection was poised over Seto’s lips.

"Just relax," Rashid advised him, as Marik brushed the tip over Seto’s lips. "He’s not going to hurt you. Try to relax your throat, but he won’t choke you if you can’t."

Seto nodded, flicking out his tongue to taste the dripping head causing Marik to growl. He saw the darker half of the Egyptian teen swallow his lighter half’s shaft before his own mouth was full of Marik’s arousal. He fought with himself for a moment, but managed to relax his throat enough to allow more of the other teen in. The taste was bitter, and perhaps one of the worst things he’d tasted in a long time, but it was also very addicting. He began flexing his hips; finding the others moving as well as he tried to take as much of the darker teen as he could each time he thrust down.

Suddenly, Marik pushed down hard, forcing his erection further down into Seto’s throat. The taller teen clenched his inner muscles while he shoved up as he fought his reflex to panic. He heard Rashid moan and quiver against him while Malik threw back his head with a cry. Marik began to moan, causing Malik to move faster, shoving down harder as his darker half’s moans vibrated his arousal. The tall CEO managed to open his eyes to find Rashid hand pushed three fingers into the darker teen’s entrance and was sucking on one of his balls. Unable to contain the pressure building up in him any longer, Seto came with a cry, clamping down on Rashid, setting off a chain reaction that set everyone off. He greedily drank down all that Marik had to give then suckled him a while longer before letting him go.

Marik turned; delight shining in his eyes as he settled down beside Seto. "I think I could really come to like you," he commented before giving him a deep bruising kiss again. For several long minutes, they kissed and explored each other while shifting around on the bed. Seto’s touches were hesitant, but became more bold and sure when the others only encouraged him.

Soon, Seto was lying against Marik with Malik nibbling on his neck while Rashid’s hands explored his body. The tall brunet sighed, closing his eyes as he leaned back in contentment. His body ached, but it was a good soreness, like the kind that came from a good, hard workout. And his mind was blissfully numb at the moment.

The still moment was broken when Marik started grinding his new erection against the Seto’s back. "I get to fuck him next," the darker Egyptian said, fingers diving for Seto’s still stretched hole to see how loose it was. He grinned when the taller teen looked over his shoulder in shock.

"Then his mouth is mine," Malik murmured, violet eyes half closed.

Seto clearly saw the hungry fire still burning in amethyst when he leaned in close to claim the brunet’s swollen lips with his own.

Rashid chucked breathlessly as he stroked Seto’s hardening shaft. Malik had pulled away from the taller teen and was preparing the older man. "One thing you will have to learn if you stay, these two are insatiable." Seto blinked, surprised. "You…want me to stay?"

Marik shrugged. "You taste nice; don’t mind a bit of kink, are willing to swallow and most of all, your willing to take all three of us. Why wouldn’t we want you to stay or at least come back often?"

Malik rolled his eyes. "What my other half is trying to say, is that we like you, and we like having fun with you. If something else develops, that’d be all right. But even if nothing does, we’d like to see a lot more of you more often."

The darker blond snorted as he maneuvered Seto so he could slip into his heat. "I think we’ve seen just about all of him."

Rashid smiled as he pulled away from Malik to straddle Seto’s hips. "The outside perhaps, but I’m sure there is more to Seto Kaiba than a sexy body."

Seto laughed breathlessly. "I’ll make sure I can see you all as often as I can. If this night doesn't kill me first."

Malik snickered and kissed Seto deeply before pulling away. "No, we’re not going to kill you. Who else would we have to play with?"

Seto chuckled, not minding that he was their plaything. They still saw him as a person, and he didn’t hurt as much as he had. He could let them take control, make himself vulnerable, and know they’d never tear him apart. He eagerly opened his mouth as Malik positioned his erection over it, moaning as the blond Egyptian slid easily into his throat. As the three began moving in concert, he fell easily into their rhythm again. They may not be promising forever, but it was enough to know that they cared. And they could make him forget.