Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ If you really knew me ❯ You can't fool me ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: LilaVicious 
Malik's friend turns out to have a temper, but even that doesn't scare him; what can?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.15.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 186 | Status: Work In Progress
Malik's friend turns out to have a temper, but even that doesn't scare him; what can?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.15.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 186 | Status: Work In Progress
Malik stepped into the car without another word and set his backpack down against the mat, closing the door behind him as he pressed the lock into place. He slid his leg underneath his body as he pressed his back against the tinted window of the car, reaching back behind the seat to find a packet of Marlboro Cigarettes. The blonde pulled one of the slim cigarettes out from the packet and put the package back to grab one more thing. He'd been in this car so many times that he knew where almost everything was but the one thing that managed to escape him? A lighter to light his cigarette.
God, this was the most irritating thing. He figured if there was a pack of cigarettes waiting for him there should've at least been a lighter somewhere in the car; the side compartment, beneath the seat, in the back window -- somewhere! Malik exhaled heavily as the cigarette rested against his lower lip; the door opposite of him opened up to show his guest and the holder of his book.
"Does he know you smoke those? It can't be good for you." Malik glanced up at the sound of the others voice, smiling to himself as he stepped inside the car. It was none other than Seto Kaiba, the owner of the Kaiba Corporation. Without even another word, the brunette reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a silver lighter, holding it out before the Egyptian to use. With a flick of his finger, the gas ignited against the little spark and Malik burned the end of his cigarette with a smile.
Malik inhaled the smoke -- immersing in the familiar flavor of his dear friend Marlboro -- as he twisted the cigarette between his fingers. He looked up towards Kaiba with another smile and couldn't help but laugh at the question, replying: "If he knew, I wouldn't be here now would I?"
Seto nodded his head in agreement as he leaned back against the window -- copying Malik's position -- as he waved off to the driver of the car, signaling him to drive off. He reached back behind the curve of the backseat, pulling out the same packet of cigarettes from before and, in a simple set of gestures, lit his own. To anyone else, they would've seemed like enemies from the way they acted around one another, from the way they spoke, to even the way they constantly fought with one another. The only ones who knew of this relationship was Seto's driver -- Cameron -- Malik and Seto himself; there was no one else who really needed to know now, was there?
"I don't think think he knows, but Ryo's becoming suspicious of me. He kept asking me questions and when I didn't answer them he -- he's going to find out somehow." Malik said, shaking his head; he couldn't take his attention off of Seto. Even when he was completely and utterly casual, he still managed to keep a sense of arrogance Malik couldn't understand. Maybe that was why he was so appealing to him.. the fact that he was completely different than Marik in every single way. There were no hard feelings, no lengthy attachments, just pure indulgence.
"Don't worry about Ryo," Seto replied, inhaling the smoke from the cigarette, "he always worries too much and sooner or later he'll forget about this entire thing."
The blonde tilted his head to the side as he watched Seto exhale the smoke, his head leaning back to press against the glass of the car. With a smile tracing the lower of his lip, Malik leaned forward and shifted his body against the seat until he was poised between the legs of Seto Kaiba. He pressed the palm of his hand against the window, cigarette in hand, as he asked: "What makes you so sure of that?" Unlike Seto, he worried constantly about being discovered by Ryo or by anyone. He both loved and hated the idea.
Seto mimicked the boy before him, tilting his head in the same manner, as he smiled to himself: "What ever made you think I wasn't?" He pressed the palm of his hand against Malik's chest and with a push, sent the Egyptian back against the seat. With his cigarette in hand, Seto leaned forward against the curve of his leg and anxiously waited for an answer he knew he wouldn't hear. Malik was far too smart to answer such a stupid question.
The blonde glanced over towards the front of the car, noticing that Cameron was still driving with the window down, and reached over to press the little button to close it up. "Excuse us Cam." No sooner had the glass divider slipped into place, Malik took hold of Seto's shirt between his fingers and pulled him down on top of him with a smile. His arm locked around the curve of his neck and lulled the business man into a kiss, biting down against his lower lip lightly. Seto, in turn, leaned down against his arm for support as his hair fell around them -- he could taste the remnants of the spearmint gum with every kiss.
Malik ran his fingertips through every inch of Seto's hair -- the man had broken the sweetened kiss and ran his tongue against the curve of his cheek, biting down against the lobe of his ear. The Egyptian inhaled sharply at the sudden bite, dropping his cigarette against the floor of the car, as Seto moved down towards his neck with a fury. If there was one thing to know about Malik it was that his ear and his neck made him cry with delight, and every sound made Seto only want more of him. More of the sound, more of the writhing, more of the body beneath him. He could feel every inch of Malik's body press up against him -- the shape of his chest, the curve of his hips, the inner of his thighs -- and every inch was worth a second glance.
Seto pressed down against the Egyptian as he writhed beneath his kiss, biting down against the flesh on his neck and slowly soothing it with the tip of his tongue. No marks, no infidelity. The brunette drew up his hand as it traced the flesh beneath him, slipping just beneath the band of Malik's jeans tauntingly -- for the second time, he wasn't wearing anything underneath them. His fingertips roamed over Malik's body with a hunger for what lay beneath it, seeking solace beneath the restricting material as each digit traced over the lower of his body.
The blonde inhaled sharply to the touch, curling underneath Seto's touch and bit down against his lower lip -- his heart was beating quicker than normal, and Seto had noticed it. The brunette slid his hand out from beneath the mesh of Malik's jeans and inhaled deeply as he pressed his forehead against his. "This isn't you."
Malik opened his eyes as he glanced down towards Seto, replying: "To be what you is, you got to be what you are." With a smile along his lower lip, Malik pulled Seto back down against him and locked his lips against his. Everything about the brunette screamed at him to take him away, take him there, take him now -- he could hardly contain himself anymore. Malik pressed the palm of his hand against Seto's chest and slowly slid it down against the curve of his chest, inching down between his legs. But Seto had other plans as he shook his head away from the kiss and pinned Malik down with his free hand, pressing down hard.
"Don't play games Malik -- you may be able to fool everyone else, but you can't fool me. You won't fool Marik for long." Seto said, his gaze remaining fixed on the boy beneath him. Malik never became this excited from just a simple touch, a kiss, and the prospect of sex; there was something more he wasn't telling him. The brunette pressed back Malik's hand from against his neck, sitting up with a sigh, as his grip against his shoulder remained. He wasn't letting go so easily and the pressure was starting to get to Malik as he tried to break free.
Malik pushed against Seto's arm to no anvil, and even resorted to pressing his body up against the brunette to give himself some leverage. Nothing. "Seto, what the fuck!" Malik finally pressed hard enough for Seto to loose his grip against his shoulder and release him -- he shifted from beneath him with a sharp exhale and brought his hand against the face of the CEO. With one quick gesture, his hand left a mark against the face of Seto Kaiba and brought out the most heinous look from the man. He didn't like that in the least, but Malik.. he rather enjoyed it.
Seto lunged forward against Malik and quickly killed his moment of enjoyment, slamming down his head against the window of the car. He raised his hand up towards him, pointing a finger: "You'll cut this shit out Malik, it was part of the arrangement. Don't think you can pull this shit and get away with it so easily; Marik may like to play this game with you, but I don't." Seto leaned away from the blonde as he inhaled deeply, calming himself down as he waited for some kind of answer from Malik. He said nothing. He had heard this speech from so many people that it was the reason this was such a big secret, such a private matter. Such things didn't need to be known by everyone and everything.
"You forget it's not just me in this arrangement; if I go do down, you come tumbling with me Seto Kaiba." Malik replied, his gaze never shifting from the man in front of him. Seto slammed his hand down against the glass behind Malik's head in anger, leaning in just enough to be inches away from his face. Why was it that he just couldn't -- he couldn't; that was the answer to his question. He couldn't. Knowing the answer before he asked the question made him even more infuriated.
"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" Seto breathed, his breath hitching in his throat as Malik barely blinked. "To go down in a blaze of glory with your dear Marik thinking no ill will of you."
"Such a hypocrite aren't you? What do you think Mokuba would think of you? You would be no better than me in his eyes." Again, Seto brought his fist down against the glass of the car. With every time he did this, the glass seemed to threaten to break within him yet every time it did nothing but remain in place. It wouldn't break under pressure. But like every other time before, and every time to come, it was Malik who brought his hand away from the glass, Malik who ran his tongue against every groove of his knuckles, and Malik who pressed a kiss against the redness of his flesh. "You and I are far too alike."
Despite what happened, it was always the same in the end wasn't it -- Seto would keep Malik's secret from everyone else, just as Malik would remain at his beck-and-call every time he needed him. The Egyptian ran his tongue over every inch of his knuckle, pulling his lip up over the flesh, as his gaze shifted up towards Seto's once more. Malik pressed a kiss against his forehead, against his temple, and against the corner of his mouth to the lower of his lip. The car a minute later.
God, this was the most irritating thing. He figured if there was a pack of cigarettes waiting for him there should've at least been a lighter somewhere in the car; the side compartment, beneath the seat, in the back window -- somewhere! Malik exhaled heavily as the cigarette rested against his lower lip; the door opposite of him opened up to show his guest and the holder of his book.
"Does he know you smoke those? It can't be good for you." Malik glanced up at the sound of the others voice, smiling to himself as he stepped inside the car. It was none other than Seto Kaiba, the owner of the Kaiba Corporation. Without even another word, the brunette reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a silver lighter, holding it out before the Egyptian to use. With a flick of his finger, the gas ignited against the little spark and Malik burned the end of his cigarette with a smile.
Malik inhaled the smoke -- immersing in the familiar flavor of his dear friend Marlboro -- as he twisted the cigarette between his fingers. He looked up towards Kaiba with another smile and couldn't help but laugh at the question, replying: "If he knew, I wouldn't be here now would I?"
Seto nodded his head in agreement as he leaned back against the window -- copying Malik's position -- as he waved off to the driver of the car, signaling him to drive off. He reached back behind the curve of the backseat, pulling out the same packet of cigarettes from before and, in a simple set of gestures, lit his own. To anyone else, they would've seemed like enemies from the way they acted around one another, from the way they spoke, to even the way they constantly fought with one another. The only ones who knew of this relationship was Seto's driver -- Cameron -- Malik and Seto himself; there was no one else who really needed to know now, was there?
"I don't think think he knows, but Ryo's becoming suspicious of me. He kept asking me questions and when I didn't answer them he -- he's going to find out somehow." Malik said, shaking his head; he couldn't take his attention off of Seto. Even when he was completely and utterly casual, he still managed to keep a sense of arrogance Malik couldn't understand. Maybe that was why he was so appealing to him.. the fact that he was completely different than Marik in every single way. There were no hard feelings, no lengthy attachments, just pure indulgence.
"Don't worry about Ryo," Seto replied, inhaling the smoke from the cigarette, "he always worries too much and sooner or later he'll forget about this entire thing."
The blonde tilted his head to the side as he watched Seto exhale the smoke, his head leaning back to press against the glass of the car. With a smile tracing the lower of his lip, Malik leaned forward and shifted his body against the seat until he was poised between the legs of Seto Kaiba. He pressed the palm of his hand against the window, cigarette in hand, as he asked: "What makes you so sure of that?" Unlike Seto, he worried constantly about being discovered by Ryo or by anyone. He both loved and hated the idea.
Seto mimicked the boy before him, tilting his head in the same manner, as he smiled to himself: "What ever made you think I wasn't?" He pressed the palm of his hand against Malik's chest and with a push, sent the Egyptian back against the seat. With his cigarette in hand, Seto leaned forward against the curve of his leg and anxiously waited for an answer he knew he wouldn't hear. Malik was far too smart to answer such a stupid question.
The blonde glanced over towards the front of the car, noticing that Cameron was still driving with the window down, and reached over to press the little button to close it up. "Excuse us Cam." No sooner had the glass divider slipped into place, Malik took hold of Seto's shirt between his fingers and pulled him down on top of him with a smile. His arm locked around the curve of his neck and lulled the business man into a kiss, biting down against his lower lip lightly. Seto, in turn, leaned down against his arm for support as his hair fell around them -- he could taste the remnants of the spearmint gum with every kiss.
Malik ran his fingertips through every inch of Seto's hair -- the man had broken the sweetened kiss and ran his tongue against the curve of his cheek, biting down against the lobe of his ear. The Egyptian inhaled sharply at the sudden bite, dropping his cigarette against the floor of the car, as Seto moved down towards his neck with a fury. If there was one thing to know about Malik it was that his ear and his neck made him cry with delight, and every sound made Seto only want more of him. More of the sound, more of the writhing, more of the body beneath him. He could feel every inch of Malik's body press up against him -- the shape of his chest, the curve of his hips, the inner of his thighs -- and every inch was worth a second glance.
Seto pressed down against the Egyptian as he writhed beneath his kiss, biting down against the flesh on his neck and slowly soothing it with the tip of his tongue. No marks, no infidelity. The brunette drew up his hand as it traced the flesh beneath him, slipping just beneath the band of Malik's jeans tauntingly -- for the second time, he wasn't wearing anything underneath them. His fingertips roamed over Malik's body with a hunger for what lay beneath it, seeking solace beneath the restricting material as each digit traced over the lower of his body.
The blonde inhaled sharply to the touch, curling underneath Seto's touch and bit down against his lower lip -- his heart was beating quicker than normal, and Seto had noticed it. The brunette slid his hand out from beneath the mesh of Malik's jeans and inhaled deeply as he pressed his forehead against his. "This isn't you."
Malik opened his eyes as he glanced down towards Seto, replying: "To be what you is, you got to be what you are." With a smile along his lower lip, Malik pulled Seto back down against him and locked his lips against his. Everything about the brunette screamed at him to take him away, take him there, take him now -- he could hardly contain himself anymore. Malik pressed the palm of his hand against Seto's chest and slowly slid it down against the curve of his chest, inching down between his legs. But Seto had other plans as he shook his head away from the kiss and pinned Malik down with his free hand, pressing down hard.
"Don't play games Malik -- you may be able to fool everyone else, but you can't fool me. You won't fool Marik for long." Seto said, his gaze remaining fixed on the boy beneath him. Malik never became this excited from just a simple touch, a kiss, and the prospect of sex; there was something more he wasn't telling him. The brunette pressed back Malik's hand from against his neck, sitting up with a sigh, as his grip against his shoulder remained. He wasn't letting go so easily and the pressure was starting to get to Malik as he tried to break free.
Malik pushed against Seto's arm to no anvil, and even resorted to pressing his body up against the brunette to give himself some leverage. Nothing. "Seto, what the fuck!" Malik finally pressed hard enough for Seto to loose his grip against his shoulder and release him -- he shifted from beneath him with a sharp exhale and brought his hand against the face of the CEO. With one quick gesture, his hand left a mark against the face of Seto Kaiba and brought out the most heinous look from the man. He didn't like that in the least, but Malik.. he rather enjoyed it.
Seto lunged forward against Malik and quickly killed his moment of enjoyment, slamming down his head against the window of the car. He raised his hand up towards him, pointing a finger: "You'll cut this shit out Malik, it was part of the arrangement. Don't think you can pull this shit and get away with it so easily; Marik may like to play this game with you, but I don't." Seto leaned away from the blonde as he inhaled deeply, calming himself down as he waited for some kind of answer from Malik. He said nothing. He had heard this speech from so many people that it was the reason this was such a big secret, such a private matter. Such things didn't need to be known by everyone and everything.
"You forget it's not just me in this arrangement; if I go do down, you come tumbling with me Seto Kaiba." Malik replied, his gaze never shifting from the man in front of him. Seto slammed his hand down against the glass behind Malik's head in anger, leaning in just enough to be inches away from his face. Why was it that he just couldn't -- he couldn't; that was the answer to his question. He couldn't. Knowing the answer before he asked the question made him even more infuriated.
"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" Seto breathed, his breath hitching in his throat as Malik barely blinked. "To go down in a blaze of glory with your dear Marik thinking no ill will of you."
"Such a hypocrite aren't you? What do you think Mokuba would think of you? You would be no better than me in his eyes." Again, Seto brought his fist down against the glass of the car. With every time he did this, the glass seemed to threaten to break within him yet every time it did nothing but remain in place. It wouldn't break under pressure. But like every other time before, and every time to come, it was Malik who brought his hand away from the glass, Malik who ran his tongue against every groove of his knuckles, and Malik who pressed a kiss against the redness of his flesh. "You and I are far too alike."
Despite what happened, it was always the same in the end wasn't it -- Seto would keep Malik's secret from everyone else, just as Malik would remain at his beck-and-call every time he needed him. The Egyptian ran his tongue over every inch of his knuckle, pulling his lip up over the flesh, as his gaze shifted up towards Seto's once more. Malik pressed a kiss against his forehead, against his temple, and against the corner of his mouth to the lower of his lip. The car a minute later.