Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Promiscuous Love ❯ To Kaiba Corp ( Chapter 2 )

Author's Notes: I am afraid that some people don't understand what the word `promiscuous' means or at least that is what I am seeing from the reviews people send me. >.> Promiscuous: Shameless, immoral, loose—in other words, Promiscuous Love is shameless and loose love. Malik is going to be sleeping around and he has no definite partner. But, yes, in the beginning he will be with Atemu/Yugi a lot. >.> Thanks for the reviews thus far.

 

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Atemu and Malik had to be quiet due to Yugi's grandpa and mother being within the house and the last thing they needed were those two walking in on them being interment with one another. Malik bit his lower lip and tried to keep himself from crying out in any form as the Egyptian Pharaoh spirit rocked within his entrance at a medium pace so the bed movements wouldn't alert anybody. Ivory fingers squeezing the peach skin of the shoulders of the man inside of him, Malik's pants were mellifluous and caressed the lips of Atemu once they inched closer to his own. The bed creaked slightly under their rocking motions as their beating hearts pounded together against their chest cavities once their lips touched one another. The way Atemu's hands were working all over the side of his head and by the depth of the kiss, Malik could tell the spirit was trying to distract him from the climax they were both about to reach or at least muffle his cry. Parting from his lips, Atemu's lavender narrow orbs gradually opened to look at Malik's for a moment. Kissing the corner of former tomb keeper's mouth, he eventually asked, “Are you ready?”

 

Malik nodded, arching his back whimpering a bit, getting annoyed that Atemu always had to ask permission before he did anything. That was the main reason he hated going over to Yugi Motoh's house. The two were always limited to the things Malik wanted to do with the two. Panting starting to get a bit louder as he could feel Atemu digging deep within his body to try and nail that bundle of nerves that would drive him over. Fingers tensing up and digging back into the soft flesh of the spirit, he threatened to release a cry of pleasure forcing Atemu to cover Malik's mouth with his own once more to muffle the cry. Feeling the milky white discharged into his body, the former tomb keeper flinched in pleasure as he released his muffled cry before his own member reacted and released his seed upon their abdomens. “MMM!!” He whimpered yet again, closing his eyes tightly as soft tears spilled from the corners of his eyes.

 

Atemu's muscles tensed from the release from the both of them before releasing Malik's tightly pressed lips. Seeing the crystalline tears escaping down the soft skin of his current partner, the Pharaoh cupped the teary cheeks with his palms trying to get rid of the sadness that was being expressed by massaging away the tears with his thumbs. “Shhh,” He whispered as Malik worked on collecting his breath and a bit of his stamina, “you will be alright, Malik. I promise everything will be alright.” Seeing the weary expression starting to settle in upon Malik's features, Atemu recalled that he locked the door from the inside so nobody would walk in while the two were out on top of the other. Moving some of the slightly dampened dusty blond hair from the depressed teen's face, Atemu rested beside him in case he wanted to get up anytime during the night. “You should rest for now.” Reaching beyond Malik's head, he took the alarm clock and set it for the time he felt he should awaken. “I know you are supposed to be at Kaiba Corp by 7 but I feel it would be best you were a little late. You cannot function properly after something such as this.”

 

Indigo eyes watching as Atemu's hands pressed away at the buttons on the alarm clock so the alarm would be set to go off at 7:30 or so since it was a little after 6:20. Malik opened his mouth to protest in soft whispers through his weary panting, “Atemu, I cannot do that! Seto will—.”

 

“Quiet now,” Atemu ordered almost taking on his Pharaoh role he was born with. Keeping the covers about their united bodies, he embraced Malik wearily. “Just sleep now. Kaiba will understand that you are unable to make it in on time.”

 

Sighing internally, Malik shook his head a bit but was too exhausted to argue any further. Laying his head close to Atemu's, he closed his eyes and worked on sleeping for the evening praying that his punishment from Seto wouldn't be too bad.

 

 

 

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Malik awoke as soon as the alarm set off and started making that horrible beeping sound that always drove him insane. Alarm clocks were never his friend due to what they indicated—time for work. After taking a quick shower, Malik walked out in just his jeans halfway buttoned up as he worked on drying his hair with the towel. Eyes wondering about the room, they eventually landed upon the still sleeping Atemu. He was always around Yugi and or Atemu so it came as no surprise that a lot of people insinuated that they were lovers. But in Malik's eyes, the two were just his fuck buddies and possibly his own personal counselor if anything. Maybe in the naive little Yugi's eyes they were dating but Malik wasn't so delusional. Due to what he went through that caused his depression, he felt nothing towards the situation or at least he wasn't willing to admit it.

 

Seeing his shirt upon the floor near the bed, Malik walked over and picked it up so he could finish getting ready for Seto Kaiba. Seeing the clock and the time, Malik inhaled sharply seeing it was nearing close to eight. Oh no! Seto will have my head for sure! Not having the time to say a decent goodbye to Atemu and figuring it was best he slept, Malik rushed out the door of little Yugi's room before bolting out of the card shop to get to Kaiba Corp hoping the Kaiba brothers would still be there when he arrived.

 

Much to Malik's dismay, he was informed that the Kaiba duo had retired to the Kaiba mansion for the night. “I'm sorry, Malik Ishtar,” one of the women replied as he made his way to the first floor of Kaiba Corp, “but Mr. Kaiba went home early tonight. You will have to catch him there. He did say he wanted to have a word with you at the Kaiba Mansion when you arrived.”

 

Embracing himself and sighing aloud, the dusty blond hair of Malik covered part of his face once he lowered it only able to wonder what Seto was going to say and or do with him. “Thank you, ma'am.” Stepping out of the sliding doors of the Kaiba Corp building, the young teen looked left and then right down the busy streets before passing a glace at his watch. It was now a little after eight and by the time he got to the Kaiba Mansion it would be close to nine. Well, he sighed before heading in the direction of the mansion, I might as well get there and get my punishment over with…

 

The sun soon disappeared as Malik made his way to the mansion hidden within a thick wooded area. Crickets expressing their nightly song as he worked his way down the dirt road and came upon the large metal gates that kept him outside. Looking to the com that was nearby, he pressed one of the buttons so he could contact Seto and let him know he was there. “Mr. Kaiba?” Malik said in a nervous whisper.

 

There was silence in the beginning making Malik's stomach twist in knots. The quieter Seto was, the worst his outburst. Eventually the com clicked and Seto's voice came from the other side. “You are late!” He growled angrily putting emphasizes on each word he used showing his anger.

 

“Mr. Kaiba,” Malik sighed heavily, “I am truly sorry…”

 

“What's your excuse this time, you slacker? I hired you to do the things I ask and I ask you to arrive at a decent time!” His anger was rising each time he spoke and Malik was starting to fear going through those doors once he opened them for him. The creaking of the gates slowly opening before him, Malik clutched onto his hands tightly as his teeth rolled over his lower lip. “Get in here. This is not over.”

 

“…Yes, sir…” Malik didn't like the silent anger that was hidden within the billionaire's voice. Walking slowly towards the mansion doors, Mokuba was the one to open them and see who stood before him. The youngest Kaiba brother stepped to the side, pointing down the hall letting Malik know where to go though it was all routine to him by now. Nodding to the coal black haired Kaiba, he walked slowly to the office of Seto knocking on the door with the back of his hand. “Mr. Kaiba…it's me…”

 

“Come in,” he ordered in that same hateful sounding tone. The servant of Seto Kaiba walked within the room, shutting the door behind him since he knew that was how he preferred it. Looking at the desk where that busy body normally was, he saw Seto searching through his files before shifting his sight upon the computer yet again. With a few more harsh strikes to the keys on his keyboard, he removed his reading glasses from his face before overlapping his hands under his chin to stare hard upon the late worker. “So? What is your excuse this time?”

 

Malik didn't know what to tell him. If he said that he was spending time with Atemu and Yugi, Seto would really let him have it since he could stand the two as much as an unwanted root canal. Obviously his silence was saying everything for he could see the anger glowing brighter in his navy eyes. “Well—I was—.”

 

“Just shut up,” Seto ordered before pushing himself up and out from behind his desk. Malik's lips tightly pressed against one another as the corporate coldhearted man was heading towards him. Slipping his hands into the pockets of his white suit, the elder Kaiba brother circled about Malik making the hired help quite nervous and forcing his palms to sweat. Slipping his left hand from his pocket, he teased the dusty blond tresses and swirled a strand about his index finger. “You showered—trying to hide something from me?” Normally Malik was lazy and never really showered as often as he should even for the job he attended. If anything, Seto noticed that he tried to throw on a lot of cologne when he came to work. It never bothered him in the least so long as he smelled decent. “And what's the occasion this time? You got a sudden burst of energy, you finally felt as disgusting as you look?” Seto always loved to downgrade him so he was used to it. It wasn't until the next question that made him shift uncomfortably, “You were out fucking Yugi Motoh?”

 

“Kaiba, I—.”

 

Grabbing onto the neck of the white shirt Malik was wearing, Seto pulled him closer to his face as his eyes narrowed once more angrily, “Be honest with me, you worthless excuse for a servant!” His tone was bitter and full of resentment whether he wanted to admit it or not when it came to the jealousy swelling within his heart. Sure, Malik was hired to fetch food for the Kaiba brothers or make their bed and clean up after them, but Malik was something else to the eldest brother that was kept secret from everyone and it was a time Seto enjoyed and cherished greedily.

 

Flinching at Seto's words, Malik began to tremble as he shut his eyes tightly not wanting to look into them when he was this mad at him. “Kaiba, I am sorry!” He apologized which was good enough for the answer Seto was hunting for. “I was—desperate!”

 

“You're always desperate, you son of a bitch,” Seto swore acrimoniously before releasing his shirt collar allowing Malik to stumble backward a bit from the added push he gave before doing so. Standing there with the same cold hard stare beaming down upon the Egyptian teen that soon landed upon his rear, Seto watched as Malik started crying into his knees wishing Atemu hadn't let him be late for work. Hissing with amusement at what he was witnessing, he turned his head to the side, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to observe what was displaying there before him. “You are truly pathetic. Clean yourself up for God's sake and clean up my brother's and my bedroom when you're at it.”

 

Malik watched through his shaky eyes that shined with tears as Seto turned his back to him so he could go back to more pressing matters than the bumbling hired help. Getting to his feet, Malik brushed off the wrinkles in his jeans before bowing slightly before Seto. “Y-Yes, sir…” Keeping his head lowered, he walked out of the office room and headed further down the hall to where the staircase was. Ascending them and going to the second floor, Malik went to the far end of the hallway to find Mokuba's room on the left, deciding to clean it first. Sighing heavily as he entered and headed over to the bed that had obviously been used as an afternoon nap for the small boy, Malik used the back of his sleeve to wipe his tears away as he sniffed softly. “And to think this is only the beginning of my punishment…”

 

 

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Malik made it to Seto's bedroom and fixed all of the papers he had scattered about after dusting the desk he found them on. As he was doing so, the door swung open and hit the wall with a horrible thud thanks to Seto making his appearance into his bedroom. Looking over at the clock that sat upon the same desk he was fixing up, he sighed internally seeing it was nearing close to 11 o'clock, the time that Seto normally was ready for bed or at least retired to his chambers. Turning around after wiping off his hands on the same rag he had used, Malik bowed to him once more. “I finished up both bedrooms as you asked, Kaiba. Is there anything else you need of me to do?”

 

Seto crossed his arms over his chest looking at all that had been done as he worked away downstairs in his office. Walking further within his own chambers, he passed a glance over at the neatly made up bed. Grinning at it, he looked over at Malik who was getting ready to leave and go home. “What is this, pray tell?”

 

Malik was confused at Seto's distaste at the bed that seemed just fine when he came in and didn't need any working on. Coming closer to it, he looked at it for a moment before his confused filled mauve eyes made their way back at Seto. “What do you mean?”

 

“You will need to do this one over,” Seto said as calm as possible. Whenever he said anything like that it always meant trouble for whoever was on the receiving end. He had done something wrong and that started with coming in late and so Malik assumed the verbal beating was going to continue. Before he could question Seto again, the man grabbed onto the back of his neck and pushed him down upon the covers causing Malik to land face first onto the soft linins. Feeling the tyrant grab onto his wrists and keep him there by lying upon his body with his own, he whispered in his earlobe before biting upon it softly, “You heard me—it will need to be done over…” Malik flinched yet again feeling him snapping at his ear and pulling on it with his teeth. He figured this would be next for him on Seto's secret `To Do' list. It was the main reason Malik was always late to getting home to Ryou but he repudiated to tell Ryou that for some reason.

 

Malik could hear Seto taking off his belt which he in turn used to tie his ivory wrists together and keep him from struggling. In the beginning, Malik was quite resistant since he wasn't up for taking in another male he more or less saw as an arrogant bastard but later on, Malik surrendered and gave up. Nevertheless, Seto still took this step just in case Malik felt like trying to be bold and fight the man that gave him an income. Once the belt had the boy's wrists bound, Malik looked over his shoulder to the best of his ability so he could look into Seto's expression for the time being before shifting it back to look at the wall. This was just another way for him to degrade me, Malik thought as he tried his hardest not to cry yet again. It always ways or so it seemed with everything Seto made him do when he threatened to take Malik for himself sexually. He always tied him up and did twisted things to the depressed stricken Egyptian but, in an odd way, what he received in the end always made Malik feel better though he hated how Seto Kaiba got aroused.

 

“Come on,” Seto ordered in his business tone. Grabbing onto Malik's hair on top of his head, he pulled him up off of the bedcovers forcing him to stand. As the helper got to his feet, Malik turned around to look at Seto since he knew that was what he wanted; Seto wanted to see how horrible Malik was feeling. Cupping the chin of the former tomb keeper, Seto's thumb rocked across the moistened lips of the anxious Malik. “You are so apprehensive as always. Why don't you loosen up for once? I promise I am not going to bite your head off.”

 

Malik opened his mouth for the prying finger to suck on it for a moment before Seto pulled it back shortly after it got coated in his servant's saliva. Swallowing hard, Malik looked over at the clock noticing the time forcing him to sigh through his nostrils before turning back to his current `master'. “What—What do you want me to do…sir?”

 

 

 

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Ryou looked at his watch that rested on his left wrist sighing at the time. Normally Malik was finished with his work at 11:00 and he was home at least by 11:30 depending on his mode of transportation. Looking at the dinner he had made for the both of them, only one side was finished as the other was left sitting on the table. Creasing his brow in internal pain from having Malik not be there again, Ryou supported himself on his palms so he could lean over the table and blow out the candle he had lit. Taking the plates that still had food on them, Ryou stored them in their rightful containers and stashed them away inside of the refrigerator for Malik to have for tomorrow. Turning his attention back to the plates that he managed to eat or pick away at from worry, the pure-hearted boy gathered them up and washed off all the food particles before just leaving them to sit in the sink. “I'll put them up tomorrow,” He whispered to himself before heading out of the kitchen.

 

Walking down the hallway back to his room, Ryou closed the door behind him. Covering his face in his hands, he shook his head from side to side wondering why things had to be this way. It was rare he ever saw Malik and it really tore himself up inside for reasons he didn't want to voice to anyone—not even himself. Finding it was pointless to mope about it, he walked over to his bed and pulled back the covers so he could sleep for the night knowing tomorrow would be the same routine.