Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Promiscuous Love ❯ Frantic Day ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Notes: Sorry for taking so long everybody but I've been wrapped in my artwork lately and playing a few video games that involve twisted horror AKA Resident Evil and Silent Hill games. So I apologize bout that. I have also been leery about posting to this story because of someone who loves to pop up every month to irritate me and they still watch me on FF/net on their old account. I am hoping they will kindly leave me alone like I have asked of them several times or at least, if they are going to review, not bring up personal matters between us in the comment slot. Though I am sure I will be in for some harsh criticism concerning what is between us so this should be fun. =/

 

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Malik stood before Seto in just his long white t-shirt that reached the middle of his thighs. Mauve eyes gazing over at the clock within the room, he could see it was quite late. Ryou is going to chew me out again once I get home, the former tomb keeper thought nervously before deciding to place the blame on someone other than himself. Dammit, Yugi…why did you have to make me late?

 

“Stop worrying about the time,” Seto ordered calmly noticing where Malik's eyes were set from where he was sitting in his chair. Crossing his arms over his chest, the Kaiba Corp leader raised a thin brown brow at the man before him wondering what was bothering him so much. “What is it? You promise to meet Yugi somewhere?” His tone was filled with revulsion every time the name `Yugi' was mentioned and it made Malik flinch. He was beginning to hate himself for ever asking Yugi to pick him up at Kiaba Corp. That was what started this whole nasty triangle. Ever since Seto caught the two leaving together, he always held Malik a little bit after forcing Malik to tell Yugi never to come by anymore due to feeling overworked. This still didn't stop Seto from forcing the Egyptian to work beyond the agreed time frame and it left him exhausted once he would finally arrive home.

 

Sniffing slightly due to something irritating his sinuses, he shook his dusty blond hair from side to side. “No…I was planning on going straight home to Ryou,” Malik answered honestly. “He's been on my case lately about not being home on time to eat dinner with him…”

 

Seto shifted slightly within the rolling chair he was sitting in, crossing his legs a bit as his sapphire orbs continued to judge Malik and his story. “So, you wish to go home to that kid?” Seto inquired before intertwining his fingers with one another upon his knee. He didn't know much about Ryou nor did he care—Yugi was his prime concern and constant thorn in his side. Malik refused to answer his question, fearing how Seto would react. Shifting there upon his bare feet nervously, he swallowed hard wondering what to say without getting punished for his choice of words. The way he was acting said it all, causing Seto to raise his hand to the uneasy Egyptian. “Fine then—if you wish to go see him, go ahead. I am not stopping you.”

 

Malik was a bit confused and, in a way, disappointed. Though Seto's attempts on Malik sexually would be viewed as a sexual assault, Malik came to liking the abuse ever since the accident occurred. Seto obviously knew this so, either way, he would get what he desired to begin with. Sitting there like the cocky man he had grown to be, he began to twist from side to side slightly in the chair causing it to sway with his motions as he awaited the hired help's answer. Narrow eyes gracing back over at the clock within the room upon the desk, the red numbers seemed to burn within his mind and tick by too slowly as Malik wondered what the verdict would be himself. Seeing it was now 1:23 AM, he took in a deep breath before massaging his ivory, cold hands nervously. “I—don't think it would hurt…”

 

Blinking slowly it seemed Seto grinned for a moment before uncrossing his legs and spreading them apart. “Alright then,” he replied almost in a whisper waving Malik over slightly with his right hand. “Come to me.”

 

Malik stood still for a little while before bothering to take a step closer to Seto. Placing his shaking hands upon Seto's thighs, he gradually lowered himself onto his knees so he could look into the Kaiba brother's eyes. “Alright,” he remarked in a nearly inaudible tone, “what do you wish of me now…?”

 

“I'll let you figure it out,” Seto remarked, voice quite stern almost threatening.

 

Malik moistened his own lips with his tongue before grabbing onto the large belt about his waist with the letters KC carved into the buckle in attempts to get it off. Fingers working nimbly, he gets it off so he can work on his tight black jeans next getting nervous with every passing second. The Kaiba brother kept his impartial gaze upon Malik waiting for him to get to it already as his right elbow rested on the arm rest to rest his cheek upon the back of his hand. Eventually the former tomb keeper got into Seto's tight jeans and dug out the member of the well endowed businessman. Before he could think about his neck action, Seto helped him make his decision by gripping onto his hair and forcing Malik to take in the head of his organ.

 

Malik squinted from the impact and the added pull from his thin hair. Gripping onto the member gently with his hands, he started working on pleasing himself as well as the Kaiba Corp's leader. Breathing steadily through his nostrils, he started salivating upon the member as he worked it up and down causing Seto's hand to relax upon his head finally, nails massaging his scalp gently at the time being. “There….” Seto released almost in a sigh of relief. “Much better…”

 

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Once the numbers on the clock hit seven, the loud alarm caused Ryou to slightly jump and rouse from his slumber. Hitting the snooze button since it was quicker than turning it off, he rid himself of the annoying sound that rung within his ears soon after. Moaning irritably since he hated mornings, he ran his right palm over his face trying to wake up further or at least get his hair and sleep out of his face. Knowing that being able to function for school wasn't going to happen unless he got a cup of coffee the fair skinned young boy kicked off the covers and put on his slippers before dragging himself to the kitchen to make some for himself.

 

Sighing softly, Ryou's fingers dug within his scalp trying to scratch the dirty mess that was his ashen hair as he made his way to the kitchen hunting down the cabinet that would have what he needed. Shifting through the cabinets almost zombie like and quite sluggishly, he finally came upon what he needed pulling it from the shelf to fix it up. “Malik,” Ryou called loudly since he didn't feel like moving down the hall just yet, “are you going to school today or not?” The answer was always the same if anything but as he sat there waiting for his coffee to hurry up and finish, he received none. Normally he got a rather nasty `no' if anything. “Malik?” Ryou called again wondering if he was even heard.

 

After still receiving no verbal response, he glanced at his coffee for a moment which was still getting ready before crossing his arms over his chest and making his way slowly to Malik's room this round. As he was passing by his own bedroom, the alarm he set on `snooze' went back off and just as loud and obnoxious as ever. Hurrying to his bedroom to turn it off this round, Ryou headed back to the task at hand, standing before Malik's bedroom door soon enough. “Malik,” Ryou called as his knuckles racked upon the wooden door, “are you in there?” Sighing when he still didn't get an answer, he started knocking on it harder in attempts to wake up Malik if he was indeed sleeping. “Malik!” Getting irritated, Ryou decided it was best he come on into the room to see what was going on wondering what would cause him to fall into such a deep sleep. Wiggling the doorknob, he got it open since his friend didn't bother to lock his bedroom door at times.

 

Opening the door all the way, Ryou's russet eyes looked about the room quickly seeing that Malik's bed was still unmade but Malik wasn't within it. This was abnormal. Normally every morning he woke, Malik was dead asleep under his covers or above them since he would be so tired from work and would not make it to undressing. Hurrying out of his bedroom, he went to the small living room wondering if he didn't even make it to his chambers, due to being so exhausted. Not finding him there, Ryou began to wonder what to do. Grabbing the phone in the hallway, Ryou began to quickly punch away for Yugi's phone number praying he would be there. After a few rings from Yugi's line, Ryou began to shift anxiously, “Come on, come on—pick up the phone.”

 

After four rings of the phone, finally a clicking sound was heard and Yugi's groggy voice came over the other end, “Hello…?”

 

“Yugi,” Ryou began quite quickly, “is Malik there?”

 

Yugi was silent for awhile, obviously trying to register what Ryou was asking of him or more like shouting at him at the moment. Sniffling for a moment to clear his sinuses, his large innocent indigo eyes darted about the room for a moment waiting for his brain to wake up for the day. “Umm—no, Malik is not here. Why? What is wrong? Did he not come home?”

 

Ryou began to form a couple of words but each time, he stopped to attempt to create a new one, causing him to stutter a bit till he could settle himself to speak, “I—no…don't worry about—look, if Malik comes by your place, tell him to call me, please?”

 

“Sure,” Was all Yugi could feel was safe to say to the rather upset Ryou. Sensing there was nothing else to articulate, he paused for a moment before saying, “Goodbye.”

 

“Goodbye,” Ryou replied afterwards, hanging up the phone quickly hoping that Malik was okay. But that was all he could afford to do at the time…hope.

 

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Malik's hand hung down from the covers of the king size bed belonging to Seto Kaiba. He was so exhausted last night from being busy sexually that he didn't bother to go home. Ivory fingers flexing slightly, Malik began to steer from his slumber, eventually opening his eyes. Once they focused, he slowly began to backtrack what happened early that morning since he knew the current room he was in, was not his. As the thoughts came back, his eyes widen and he shot upright quickly realizing he never made it home and was still with Seto. Oh, shit! Ryou is going to kill me!

 

“Something wrong?” Seto asked with a slight moan. Hearing the voice of the business man caused Malik's head to snap to his left to find Seto resting chest down upon the bed with his head turned slightly to the right. He was obviously still sleeping which was odd of him. Normally he was up and about around this time to get ready for the day since there was so much to do and so little time.

 

“I—I lost track of time,” Malik replied almost in a panicky tone, throwing the covers off of him and onto Seto's side of the bed. “I need to get home—.”

 

Before he could make haste to at least the phone, Seto grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him back onto the bed causing Malik to spin around and land upon his chest leaving the two eye to eye once Seto shifted upon his own back. “Why in such a hurry? You act like your parents are going to scold you.”

 

“It's Ryou,” Malik began his breath caressing Seto's face, “I am sure he knows I am missing by now and he will end up scolding me just as badly as if he were my mom and dad!”

 

“Malik, it is eight thirty-four. Don't tell me you plan on going home now.” Malik stopped aiming to get to the phone as he wondered what Seto was getting at being that his working shift wouldn't be till towards night. “Oh, don't give me that look, Ishtar. Don't tell me you've never wanted to just sit back and retire for the day. Knowing you, all you do is sit at home and sleep. I never do see you attending school.”

 

As harsh as it sounded, he was right. Malik slept all day and never bothered with school. Seto's chores were his only real job. “I—can I just call Ryou? I don't want him freaking out or letting me really have it when I get home.”

 

Seto grunted as he forced himself up and to his feet. Grabbing at least some jeans and boxers to put on before walking out of his room, he waved over his shoulder at the Egyptian. “Sure, it won't bother me. Get yourself looking decent before coming down for breakfast.”

 

Malik waited until Seto was finally out of his room before grabbing the phone to call someone other than Ryou. Nervously punching in the numbers for Yugi Motoh's cell phone, he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder so he could work on getting cleaned up. I hope he is not in class and can really answer this, Malik prayed silently, grabbing his clothing that he discarded earlier that day to further please Seto.

 

The cell rang at least four times until there was an answer of some kind. “Hello?” Yugi's voice called from the other end.

 

“Yugi,” Malik shouted quickly yet quietly, “it's me, Malik.”

 

“Malik—Ryou is really worried about you since he called me and told me you were not home! Where are you?” The innocent boy asked sounding quite worried himself.

 

“Calm down,” Malik begged quietly as he nearly tripped over himself to get to the bathroom where he was sure he could find what he needed to wash up. Grabbing onto the doorknob, he wiggled it a bit to open it before shutting and locking it behind him. “I am at the Kaiba Mansion and I am just fine. I fell asleep and Seto let me stay here.”

 

“He let you stay there?” The tone of Yugi was a bit different this round and Malik assumed that the two swapped and it was Atemu again. “That's a bit awkward concerning that it's Kaiba.”

 

“I—look—Atemu is that you?” Malik grumbled wishing sometimes that the two wouldn't shift back and forth without giving him a heads up every once and awhile.

 

“Yes, it is me,” Atemu's low, strong tone answered.

 

“I swear, this is a game you two play,” Malik huffed grabbing onto the hairbrush so he could straighten out his messy, oily hair. “Just tell Ryou I am okay and I won't be home till later tonight.”

 

Atemu sighed softly as he shifted slightly causing the phone to rattle a bit while he did so, “Malik, I have been playing phone for you two and I think you should tell Ryou yourself. He sounded really upset when he called me.”

 

“Atemu please! Please?!” the former tomb keeper begged, putting a death grip upon the cellular phone, closing his eyes shut since he was feeling a little light headed. Shifting his palm over to his forehead, he breathed steadily yet heavily before stumbling over to Seto's medicine cabinet within the bathroom hoping to find something that may help him.

 

“Malik, is something wrong?” He asked, tone filled with concern as Malik's labored breaths continued to pass through the phone over to his line.

 

Biting his lower lip in attempts to stop himself from swearing at Atemu's persistent questions, he eventually released it in order to get a few words in to him, “Look, just call Ryou and tell him I won't be home till later tonight. Okay? Love you, bye!” Pulling the phone away from his ear, he quickly hung up so he wouldn't have to hear anymore from either side of Yugi since he felt like he was about to faint. Feeling beads of sweat pouring from his scalp, he knew what was causing it but needed to get rid of it before stepping before Seto. “Damn, if I knew that I was going to be over here all day long, I wouldn't have taken that love drug!” The love drug he was referring to was Ecstasy; he got off the streets thanks to a group he hung out with on occasion before going to work. “I am sure Seto has something in here—!” His body was starting to fight him and he knew what that meant causing him to really panic. Grabbing onto his head, he sat upon the toilet seat trying to keep himself from snapping. “No, no, no!!”

 

While Malik was scrambling around, Seto was dressed and waiting for Malik with his younger brother Mokuba. Breakfast was already served and there was still no sign of the Kaiba brother's hired help. Looking at his wrist where his watch rested, Seto groaned irritably before waving down one of the maids in the mansion. “Go upstairs and drag down that sorry excuse, Ishtar!”

 

“Of course, Mr. Kaiba,” The young maid replied almost through her teeth since he was gripping onto her elbow quite tightly.

 

Once he released her, the short faired haired woman made her way up to Seto's bedchambers where she was aware that the man was being shacked up so to say. Knocking on the door with the back of her hand first, she called out to Malik, “Excuse me—Mr. Ishtar? Are you in there?” When nothing came from the other side of the door, the maid got bold and opened the door just a bit. “Mr. Ishtar…?” The ivory hand of Malik slammed against the wall adjacent to the maid, causing the woman to freak out and jolt back after releasing a startled cry. Seeing it was just the man she was looking for, she placed her hand upon her rapidly beating heart. “My stars, you scared me!”

 

Leaning against the wall he slammed his hand upon to catch himself, Malik offered an apologetic glance to the maid he frightened, “I am sorry. What brings you here?”

 

“Mr. Kaiba,” she answered in attempts to settle herself, “he was requesting your presents.” Seeing the sweat that was rolling down his face made her brow crease in worry before showing verbal concern. “Are you okay?”

 

Taking in a deep breath, Malik nodded, waving the woman away for a moment. “I'll be down there in a minute. Tell him I am sorry for taking so long. I just felt a little ill.” Shutting the door slowly behind him, Malik went back to getting ready for the day hoping all would be alright concerning how he was feeling.

 

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It would be another 30 minutes before Malik finally came down to eat what was left of the breakfast he was given. Seto wasn't there but Mokuba was with a few maids that were cleaning up after the finished Kaiba brothers. Seeing that his plate was still there, Malik began to massage his hands nervously before looking to Mokuba who soon graced his presents. “Seto said to eat what's left since you took so long and to meet him at Kaiba Corp later. Though he's taking the day off with you, he still needs to get some things finished. He's willing to give you a 30 minute break at most.”

 

Managing a soft smile through the pain he was experiencing, he nodded briefly to Mokuba, “Thank you…” Looking at the meal before him, he couldn't help but suddenly feel full before gliding his hands into his jean pockets. “I think I am going to skip breakfast, Mokuba and drop by my house real fast to pick up a few things.”

 

“But—you really should eat something, Malik,” Mokuba suggested grabbing onto his plate. Every time he saw Malik, he seemed to notice that he was losing weight drastically and he rarely ate anything, even on his break. “I'll heat it up for you if you—.”

 

“Thanks but no thanks, kiddo,” Malik answered quickly heading for the door in the same manner, “If I don't hurry out now, I won't be able to get the things done I need to get done and Seto will be furious.” Not wanting Mokuba to say anything else to him, he hurried as fast as he could out the door of the Kiaba Mansion. Standing just outside of the giant doors, he looked out at the bright sunny day that seemed to be ahead from what he could see through his weary expression. Hastening towards the gates to get out, he ran as fast as he could to his next destination trying to keep that inner demon at bay.