Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ It Was Over ❯ It Was Over Part 1: The Total extradition ( Chapter 1 )

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Seto X Malik

 

WARNING!!

Explicit violence, rape, and gratuitous sex. RATED M or Z because I don't even know if there is a letter for it.

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What are you still doing here??

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It Was Over

 

Atop the Battle City float he had handed over to his enemy the last pieces of the puzzle necessary for him to unlock his memory. Now, home bound aboard the KC Copter, Malik Ishtar had a moment to reflect on all that had happened.

 

He had acted without shame, ensnaring those dear to his goals, controlling their minds, sending some to the shadows while forcing others to harm the ones they cared about. He had used whatever means to get near the pharaoh with the intent of killing.

 

Isis had said aboard the blimp that they could begin again as a family and live in the light and for all his wrongs, Rishid had not left his side. He had even threatened his sister and abused his brother. He felt like such a coward for running from his obligations, abandoning his duty, and manipulating others to fight his battles. How everyone here aboard the chopper could forgive him, he couldn't fathom, but was grateful.

 

They would be landing at Kaiba quarters soon where he would have to face the hostile CEO for the pain he had inflicted upon the man's little brother. There would be no way around it. Kaiba had tolerated his presence so far solely for the tournament and winning the Winged Dragon of Ra. Now that the tournament was over, he felt sure the older Kaiba would seek reparation.

 

An announcement over the loud speaker shook him from his thoughts. "Kaiba Central this is flight 0997 requesting permission to land, over," spoke the captain. "Roger flight 0997, runway is clear to land, approach pad 17," an unfamiliar voice finished the protocol.

 

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The chopper began to onboard it's passengers shortly afterwards. Isis and Rishid exited first as they had been seated at the front of the cab, followed by the Pharaoh and his friends. The white haired host to the spirit of the ring straggled behind the gang fronting the same smile he always wore.

 

Malik had wearily gone to the back corner of the compartment in hopes of contemplating the events. He wasn't normally one to brood but today had ended all he had schemed for in the last ten years of his life; he was overwhelmed.

 

Following a little behind his white haired companion, the sandy haired Egyptian made his way off the ship.

 

The executive's White Dragon chopper had landed a full twenty minutes before they had, relieving Malik's trepidations and anxiety over a run in with the towering Kaiba.

 

On the runway platform cresting the corporate headquarters, the only witnesses to the battle city finals were saying their goodbyes. Yugi/Pharaoh had stopped to thank Isis and set up a meeting in Egypt to finish the adventure. Joey and Mai animatedly recapped the tournament, filling Mai in on what she had missed. Tristan, Duke, Serenity, Ryou and Tea joked around with both males trying to impress the younger Wheeler. Tea and Ryou watched their friend's antics, humorously.

 

Malik stood apart from the rest of the Yugi-tachi admiring their resilience and lighthearted theatrics. Inwardly warmed by the show he remained behind to watch while his siblings and the Pharaoh made their way inside.

 

Overcome with sudden hunger, Ryou encouraged the group to move inside in search of the cafeteria. Placing a hand on his growling stomach, Joey emphatically agreed. Tea turned to their newest friend to invite him to join them but the distracted boy just smiled, shaking his head and replied he'd be along shortly.

 

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The subtle, cool breeze gently lifted golden strands, blowing them back from a daydreaming bronzed face. Malik just wanted a few minutes to himself. Standing alone, atop of the highest tower Japan had to offer, he admired the view. Folding his arms into his chest and closing his eyes, he smiled softly into the sunlight.

 

Lost in his thoughts, he never heard the approaching figure until roughly grabbed by his shoulder and turned around.

 

Looming above him, not 8 inches away was the fuming older Kaiba.

 

Malik was never run from a fight until his dark had taken over; and then he crumbled. Always a fighter, Malik was ready to defend himself but still let the righteously angered brunette get his satisfaction. This is after all the reception he had expected.

 

The stunned Egyptian stared up wide eyed steeled for the blow that never came. Instead of striking out, the executive screamed in his face. At first the blond told himself he had this coming, Kaiba was justified. He needed to stand here, suck it up, and let the brunette expel his anger; after all they're just words. 'Just words,' the thought repeated to him as the CEO tore his already frailly preserved self-esteem apart.

 

Light purple eyes looked up into the narrowed blue of the livid young man. At first just watching, then wavering as they filled up, and finally failing to hold back the burning tears now streaking the numbed face that held them. When it became harder to breathe from his stuffed nose his mouth opened a bit to accommodate the heavier breathing. Finally those orbs looked down as the owner held himself in an attempt to calm down. His slender frame began to shake as the water flow increased.

 

Relentless, Seto continued to vindicate his brother and himself with his harsh verbal assault upon the young Egyptian. His ranting no longer just encompassing the sins of the boy before him but now venturing into the entire past life, ancient magic and continuing losses to his ancient rival. The last held the man's furry alive as nothing else could do. Malik was now the victim of 3000 years of pent up frustration over loses to the pharaoh.

 

Not that he failed to notice the breaking, sobbing boy before him. No, he took it all in with a twisted satisfaction. This guy owed him and he would extract every last bit of the debt.

 

The startled blond never saw the arm reach out to grab at his tunic or the other arm swinging at his face. The punch was unexpected, leaving the boy unguarded. Had it come earlier he would have been ready, but the ruthless CEO had instead worn him down with the verbal onslaught.

 

Blue eyes blazed with uncontrolled anger as he shook the hapless form of the shocked boy and raised his arm again. 'NO! It's not enough,' he thought. All reason now overshadowed with his pent up rage, 'I need something TOTAL. Something he will walk away from but never leave behind.' The extended arm dropped to his side as he drew to blond closer with the other.

 

Malik was cognoscente enough to paw the arm supporting his frame, finally settling his hands on the offending one. He cast a pleading look to his captor in hopes he wouldn't toss him off the roof. He reasoned he probably deserved it, but he really wanted to live long enough to make up for his wrongs.

 

Barking laughter, Kaiba responded to the silent plea. "No, you're not getting off that easy Ishtar."

 

Tossing the still dazed male to the cement, the lithe CEO was quick to follow up and pin the blond face down. A surprisingly strong hand fisted the blonds' hair, pulling his head back. "This is a private roof miles above the city where no one can hear you, you should probably scream," warped humor twisted his normally sedate features into a smirk.

 

 

:p~~~:P

 

Pulling back on the boy's head to expose his slender neck, the menacing CEO nipped his way down to the left shoulder where he bit down. It wasn't enough to break the skin but enough to emit a yelp from a still dazed Malik.

 

Straddling the Egyptians waist from behind, Kaiba used his left hand roughly to push the lilac tunic up under the boy's arms and expose the markings. He knew this was a sore spot for the traumatized blond and wanted to demoralize him.

 

Malik shuddered under the taller male. It was difficult to reveal his back when performing his duty to the pharaoh but to have the source of all his pain openly mocked, hurt beyond the initiation itself. Dried tracks of tears were re-wet as a new wave traced across his face.

 

Laughing, Seto released the blonds' head to grab his arms up behind him instead. Reaching his left arm around the boy's waist he unfastened his belt, pulling it out from the pants. He then used his victims own belt to bind his hands behind his back.

 

He then unfastened his own belt and moved his seat from the blonds' waist to his buttocks. "You're a rather disobedient servant," the former high priest remarked. "Do you know what we do with rebellious slaves?" Malik only whimpered "No, don't do it."

 

The cruel reincarnated priest continued, "Ishtar, a keeper of the tomb of the unnamed pharaoh keeping company with the thief who desecrated his father's tomb and brought down all Egypt, you need to be punished" The lashes were sudden and few, only enough to break the boy down, not enough to leave evidence.

 

Sobbing, Malik lie still. He hoped the President of Kaiba Corp was done with him. He swore to himself he would never return if he could just go home and leave all this behind him.

 

As if hearing his thoughts, Seto sneered "No, not just yet Malik. You still haven't evened out your debt." Reaching under the boy one more time he unfastened the blonds' pants. Then lifting himself above the prone figure he pulled down the keeper's pants and underwear. Leaving the boys pants loose about his knees restrained the struggling blond from kicking out.

 

Seto flipped the boy onto his back and pushed his victim's legs flat under his own frame. Laying atop along the boys legs, Seto began to nip and suck around the blonds' groin.

 

His self-loathing increased when Malik found himself becoming aroused despite his efforts to fight it. He continued to struggle, wiggling under the larger mass of the CEO until one of his gonads was licked. His breath hitched as the obviously experienced CEO sucked on one and then the other ending it with a graze of his teeth. His respiration's increased when the executive traced up his length and down the other side with the tip of his tongue. He whimpered when blue eyes locked with his own as he licked around and into the head of the shaft. And he absolutely hated himself when he heard his own moaning as the brunette began to suck on the whole organ while humming.

 

Icy eyes continued to watch the wilted Egyptian under him pant and groan as he licked off the boy's pre-cum. He was sure the boy was always 'pretty' but here in the sunlight panting with lust his Egyptian was just beautiful. 'His Egyptian!?!' he paused, 'Yes, his! The boy owed him a debt that would NEVER be repaid. He was his to do with as he pleased.'

 

He smirked evilly as he watched the inexperienced reactions of the younger boy. Licking his fingers and leaving a trail of extra saliva on them he started to rub along the pucker of the boy's rear. He grazed the blonds' shaft lightly with his teeth before resuming sucking and pushing his first finger inside. He distracted the boy with nips and licks along the sensitive organ before moving the intruder around to find his prostate.

 

He knew he found what he was looking for when the boy whimpered loudly. He rubbed the spot once more knowing the blond had no idea what that was. Iced blue looked up into glazed over lavender and watched the boy writhe under him for more contact. Slipping in the second finger the brunette rubbed against that spot deliberately while he continued his ministrations on the blonds' organ. The desired effect took hold as the boy ignored the discomfort, wiggling to rub Seto's fingers against that spot.

 

Seizing the moment, Kaiba re-flipped the boy onto his knees. The right hand that formally fisted the sun kissed locks now caressed them aside as Seto nipped his neck once again. Before reaching the shoulder, that same hand reached around the boy's chest to play with the brown nipples. Using his left hand to pump the boy, the brunette kissed upwards to blonds face, licking along the ear lobe, and stopping to nip at the top. When he elicited a small whimper from the Egyptian, he knew the boy was as ready as he would ever be.

 

The hand servicing his chest slid down to his stomach as the CEO undid his own pants with the other. Bending the boy down further, Kaiba set himself at the puckered entrance. His right hand coming off the bronzed stomach to ready his member, Seto used his left to grab to boys face brutally into a searing kiss. With the distraction, Kaiba pushed himself into the boy and swallowed his pain filled cry hungrily. 'Oh, he was so tight,' warmed thoughts pleasured the CEO.

 

Releasing the boys face to watch his soft features twist in pain, the CEO continued to pump slowly. He enjoyed the Egyptian's suffering every bit as much making him squirm in pleasure. Yes, he wanted to find that spot again. He had a good idea of where it was and continued to pump slowly into the area. `One... Twoooo .. ahh there.'

 

Malik had not known something so wonderful could be wrapped with so much pain. Never having given these 'insignificant' matters any attention, he had no experience in this area. What the CEO did with his mouth was incredible. The fingers while uncomfortable brushed against something that sent him into heaven, but this was something out of a horror novel. With every thrust he felt both pain and pleasure, now giving way to mostly pleasure as Kaiba continued to stroke him in time with the thrusts.

 

He could hear the CEO grunting as well and felt a sensation building at the pit of his stomach.

 

The CEO held the boy's frame to his own with his left arm while his right grabbed the boys face for another heated kiss. Saliva strung out as the broke the kiss; Seto's attention re-focused on thrusting into the boy and pumping him. Within seconds the Malik let out a cry and came, his entrance squeezing around Seto's shaft and heightening his own orgasm. He remained inside the boy riding out the wave with a few more thrusts.

 

Once the labored breathing abated, Seto pulled out, refastened his pants and unbound the Egyptian. 'No lasting marks for anyone to see,' smirked the CEO. Rising, he tossed the boys belt down in front of him.

 

Malik rubbed his wrists, trying to regain circulation. When the belt hit the ground in front of him he looked up warily at the CEO. 'Please, let me go' he pleaded silently.

 

Enlarged light orbs framed by dried tear tracks and tussled sun washed blond hair nearly caused Japan's youngest entrepreneur to regret his abusive actions; nearly.

 

An uncharacteristic grin swept the executives face, "The way I see it Ishtar, You owe me for 24 hours of pain caused to my brother. Congratulations, you only have twenty three left to repay." Turning to walk away from the boy struggling to pull up his pants, he finished with "I'll see you in Egypt."

 

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Author's Note:

 

Yes, set was probably very OC but I wanted to see what would happen if these two got together. They may be very off, but PLEASE.. if you can do better .. DO SO. Write me and I will drop almost everything to come and read it. :P

 

THIS IS A WRITER'S CHALLENGE!! 23 more hours need to be served. That's 23 more fics. I left this story available to add on or to have a note of another author added with their name and site of the next fic.

Seto can employ the aid of any cast member, fics can take place anywhere in the world, anything goes short of death, dismembering, and remember.. Seto is smart enough not to leave behind evidence.

 

Have fun.