Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Deal ❯ The Deal ( Chapter 1 )

The Deal

Author: Eri-chan (Goth Koneko)

Rated: R

Warnings: LEMON, angst, language

Pairing: Marik/Malik/Bakura (ß Wha ha! Another threesome!)

Summary: Malik makes a deal with Marik that has some interesting results.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or YGO. Even if I did, do you think it would be a kids show? >XD

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Another YGO fic!

XD Another lemon to boot!

*hides* I can't help it, Malik is so lemon material!

To warn you even more, I have horrible grammar. But I try my best to get it as perfect as possible.

Well, enjoy!

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THE DEAL!

The wind whipped around Bakura. It felt as if the air was made of tiny ice pellet's, trying to embed itself into his pale skin. He swore under his breathe. His fool of a hikari forgot to pack a sweater. Bakura shrugged off the cold and made his way to the duelling platform. Everybody was asleep, to his knowledge, only he was awake, and another person .

"Marik is around here." A familiar voice echoed. An almost transparent form appeared beside Bakura. "I can sense him." Malik confirmed.

Bakura turns towards Malik. "Where?" he ask impatiently.

"Here." a deep voice announces.

Both Bakura and Malik turn towards the sound of Marik's voice.

"Did I frighten you?" Marik jests. "I'm so sorry." he chuckles.

A fear grips Malik's heart as he looks upon Marik, who has control and taken over his body. He swallows a lump that had formed in his throat. His courage that he had once was now fleeting. He closes his eyes and takes a deep mental breath to steady himself.

"I want my body back Marik." he demands in a clear voice. But inside he's scared.

Marik laughs.

Malik cringes. He can feel the insanity coming off Marik in strong waves.

"How about no." Marik responds. His ever present smirk not wavering.

Anger flares up within Malik, replacing the fear that he once had. "It's my body! I want it back!" He yells.

Marik crossed his arms loosely over his chest and looks over at Malik. "It was your body. Now it's my body."

The platinum haired boy clenches his teeth together tightly, his fists balled at his side, trying to remain calm. However, that was proving to be difficult.

Bakura watches with amusement. He could feel Malik loosing control of his emotions. He trains his eyes onto Marik. The yami was clearly playing around with the young hikari and obviously enjoying it. Such a sadist. Bakura muses. From the corner of Bakura's eye he sees Malik charging towards his yami.

Malik charged towards Marik. He tried to grip his yami's cloak but he only succeeded in going through him. Malik stumbled. He looks back at Marik and looks back at his uplifted hands. Nothing but a ghost. His mind echoes. The young Egyptian boy falls to his knee's, still looking at his hands in disbelief.

Marik laughs at the fallen boy. He walks in the direction of Malik. "Truly pathetic." he says as he walks right through Malik.

Bakura pushes himself off the sideboard he was leaning on. Well that went smooth. Scoffed the tomb robber mentally. He made his way towards the fallen boy. But stopped when the bond spoke.

"Wait." Malik exclaimed.

Marik stopped, not even bothering to turn around.

Platinum blond hair hide Malik's face. "I'll do anything." His voice trembled. "Just to have my body back for a few hours." He looked up at his yami's back. His lilac eyes were filled with desperation.

Laughter erupted from the yami's throat. He spun around still laughing. "You really are pathetic!"

He strides over to the boy. "But maybe I'll take you up on that offer."

Malik's head snapped up. Confusion written on his face.

Marik pointed that millennium rod at Malik's head. "But I won't give you back your body." The yami chuckled at the look on the young Egyptian boys face. "Better yet, I'll just make you more…opaque."

The rod began to glow. A sennen eye, similar to that on Marik's forehead, appeared on Malik's. The youth was surrounded in a pale gold aura, encasing his body like a cocoon. He felt warm. However, it was replaced by the cold of icy wind whipping at his body. The aura faded back to nothing.

Wait? Malik up lifted his hands and saw that they were solid, pecked with goose bumps from the cold. "I'm solid?" He looks up at Marik who's standing in front of him, with a smirk. "But how?" he asks bewildered.

"Now that's for me to know and for you too never find out." replied the yami with humour. "As for our little bargain…"

Malik swallowed. He rose up from his fallen position and stood in front of Marik. "I'll keep my word." He bowed his head. "What do you want from me?" Malik stance was stiff as he waited for his yami's orders.

He missed the devious grin that spread on Marik's face. "Well, let's see…" He stroked the bottom of his chin, pondering what to do.

"I could have you kill that annoying bitch Anzu, or that little twerp Yuugi…." his grin deepened and Malik swallowed. "Or I could order you to kill Isis."

A shiver of dread coursed through the blonde's body. Malik glared in hatred at the rod spirit. He was about to protest but Marik cut him off.

"But I think I'll settle for this…" The yami gripped Malik's chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting his head back. He crushed his mouth against the youth's.

Malik's eyes widen in shock. His hands came up and gripped at the cloak of the yami, attempting to shove Marik away. But to no avail. The spirit plundered his mouth viciously

Bakura watched in shock as the yami devoured the young hikari's mouth with vengeance. This is not what he was expecting. He heard a hitched cry and saw that Marik had gained entrance to Malik's mouth. And when in Ra had it gotten warm here?

Marik parted from the panting boy. He licked his lips, tasting Malik. "Like a rare and exotic spice." Murmured the spirit. He looked up and over Malik's shoulder, looking at Bakura. "Does the tomb robber feel a little left out?" he taunted.

Bakura narrowed his eyes at the psycho blond. "Now why would I feel left out? I'm perfectly content over here away from you."

Marik laughed.

"I'm hurt." he said. His hands travelled down Malik's back, making the young blond gasp as those wandering hands settled on his ass, giving them a light squeeze. "And just when I feel like sharing."

"Sh-sharing!" stuttered Malik. "I didn't agree to this!" he yelled at his yami.

"Ah, but you agreed to do whatever I say." Marik says. He bent down and placed his mouth by Malik's ear. "Anything I want."

Marik's warm breath caused Malik to shiver in anticipation or fear, he didn't know. Marik grinded his hips against his making Malik moan.

Hearing the youth moan made Bakura harder. He was reconsidering his earlier actions. He strolled up towards the two. He rested his head on Malik's shoulder and wrapped his arms around the boy's slender waist. "Well, maybe this once." He nipped the blonde's ear.

Marik's grin got impossibly bigger. "Excellent."

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TBC!

I decided to make this a teaser! >:D

I know I'm evil, but I may reconsider my decision later.

If anybody wants me too?