Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Lunchroom Table ❯ Chapter 1

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Domino High was a dull place. Monotonous, tedious, a prison in all aspects, especially when you knew what a prison was like and actually wished to go back rather than stay in the hellhole they called school. Malik knew what jail was like, had a cell with his name on it, well, that was mostly because he wrote it there during his year long stay for trying to kill random animals and students, but he was better now!…or so they hoped.

 

It wasn't easy to measure the sanity of a boy who had lost it all when he was 10, claimed to have a darker half, and had the ambition of becoming Pharaoh to a nation that didn't have pharaohs anymore. Yet, he had been on good behavior from the beginning, growling at others, but never really being a threat to anyone…then again…there was that case with the missing man who had insulted Malik's lavender eyes…

 

Either way he was out, free again, or as free as one could be being thrown back in a school with horrid uniforms that didn't show his lovely, tanned stomach he so enjoyed flaunting. Ah, well, if the price for fun was restricting his sex appeal, then perhaps he needed to find fun another way.

 

Fun, yes, fun…he was addicted to pleasure. It cleared his mind, cleansed his soul, ca- who the hell was he kidding?! Sex was sex and that's all he wanted at the moment. You see, being in jail isn't completely great. Sure, everyone there is willing to have sex, especially with him, but Malik was picky about his victims. They needed to want him, fear him, and most importantly, obey him…and being hot wasn't a bad idea either.

 

All in all, Malik was starved; no one had peaked his interest enough to get him going, and the blond didn't like being denied, even if he was the one saying no.

 

So here he was, walking up the short flight of stairs, hungry smile cutting across his face, languid walk carrying him ever closer to the school's front doors. The small clumps of students he walked past would hush, forms going rigid as they hoped he wouldn't notice them staring, wide eyed and pale as certain pretty, British friends. Lavender raked over everything, distasteful looks thrown at the lockers, the classrooms, the people. The bell rang, soft and stretched as it echoed in the mostly empty hallway, the few stragglers that remained running and skidding into random rooms, various scoldings heard for tardiness, unfinished homework, poorly done tests, the same stupid shit Malik had left behind.

 

Speaking of the blond, he was currently taking all his dear time arriving to class, eventually reaching it a good ten minutes into the period. He rapped his slender fingers on the door's glass, splaying his hand there as he pressed his forehead against it, and grinned at the students within, many of which seemed ready to bolt out the window as he ran his tongue across his teeth. The teacher made his way to the door, shaky hands unlocking it as he stepped back and watched Malik saunter in, immediately going to the back corner and plopping down in his seat, untouched even by his friends, who now greeted and praised his return while the rest of the class remained silent.

 

After a few selfish moments, Malik took it upon himself to wave the teacher into the lesson, something which he was sure he should pay attention to, but found it much more amusing to lean back and prop his feet upon the desk, riding out the day on borderline sleep.

 

“M-Malik?”

 

It was a soft voice, glazed with gentleness and British accent. The blond cracked an eye open and gazed at his timid friend with lavender slits.

 

“Uh…um…it's l-lunch t-time…” Ryou stuttered and flushed from the look his friend was giving him, quickly standing and gathering his things.

 

“What?” Malik purred, slowly sliding his feet to the floor and sitting up, stretching so his shirt raised and showed off his tanned flesh. “Aren't you going to wait for me?” he grinned, running his tongue across his upper lip and leaning over his desk, Ryou turning around at that moment and squeaking when he came face to face with the slightly nutty boy.

 

“Ev-very one el-lse left already…” the white haired youth clutched his books tightly, fingers and knuckles going even paler as he scuttled back, nearly toppling over his chair, caught by slender fingers twirled in his school jacket. “Th-thank you, M-Malik…” Ryou's blush intensified as he nervously slithered from Malik's grasp, breath hitching when the blond loomed closer, arm sliding around the paler's waist.

 

“Get your bloody hands off of him you Ra damned piece of shit.”

 

Malik quickly let his arm drop from Ryou's waist as the silver tendrils spiked, eyes slanting just slightly, going darker and ringing with scarlet, body straightening so the other now stared down at the Egyptian, vicious snarl curling pallid lips.

 

“Calm down, Bakura…I wasn't going to-”

 

“Shut your yappy trap, Priestling.” The deathly pale yami snapped, strong arms locking in front of his chest as he peered down at the smaller. “I don't care what your intentions were, no one touches MY Ryou.” Bakura dipped his head so he glared right into Malik's eyes “Got it?” The blond nodded and stepped back quickly, watching as Bakura sauntered out the room, head of white snapping back and grinning at him ravenously “Oh, and by the way…” Malik stared for a moment, uneasiness rippling throughout his body as the psychotic yami licked his chops “Welcome back.”

 

The blond sighed in heavy relief when the other slipped out the door, Bakura was the only other he feared after his own yami, who had more than likely eaten himself…stupid dolt didn't know how to cook, probably starved and ate small children while Malik was away…he should check up on him…eventually.

 

The day passed rather dully, nothing too grand occurring, other than amusing himself when itsy, bitsy Yuugi all but wet himself when Malik tapped him on the shoulder and purred in his ear. Of course, Yami found that rather unamusing and quickly pinned the Egyptian to the nearby wall and threatened to disembowel him if Malik ever even blinked in Yuugi's direction. Baka Pharaoh, like Malik would even consider touching that horrid little creature in any other way than while conducting torture.

 

And so bored witless, Malik deemed it good reasoning to fabricate something, anything to get himself back in jail, or at least expelled.

 

The final bell rang, loud crash of books and lockers with the screech of chairs across floors and rise of giddy nonsense teenagers always seemed full of, hurting the Egyptian's head, lips twisting between something of torture and madness, dark hands clasped in his hair until the sounds died down enough so he could hear his ragged breathing, accompanied by murmurs of promised death.

 

Cracking a lavender slit open, Malik rolled his eyes as he spotted a fluff of white hair peeking from the door, wide, brown eyes watching him with worry.

 

“M-Malik?”

 

“Yes, Ryou?” the blond gathered his unopened backpack and slowly strolled toward the doorway, raking his fingers through his now disheveled hair, Marik would be so proud.

 

“Oh, um…I was just w-wondering what was t-taking you so long.” The petit youth smiled, lips trembling as he took a step back and left more than ample room for the other to walk past, Malik simply staring at Ryou blankly when they were only an arms length apart. “Did you f-fall asleep?” the boy laughed nervously, the notes flitting in the air like jittery birds.

 

“Basically…” the smaller looked hurt at Malik's cold tone, eyes wavering for a moment before blinking rapidly, head bowing to hide his face with thick tendrils.

 

The tanned hikari sighed, blowing loose strands of shimmery gold as he continued to walk.

 

“What the fuck did I tell you?”

 

Malik's attention snapped to the boy a few feet behind him, steel cold eyes glaring death at him from behind the sharpened curtain of white hair.

 

“I didn't touch him!” he reeled back as Bakura crept toward him, the rage in the scarlet ringed eyes unsettling as he advanced.

 

“No,” the pale yami pressed Malik against a set of lockers, hot breath filling the smaller's nostrils as Bakura's lips grazed the Egyptian's own “You did something much worse…” Lavender shut tightly as Malik awaited the angry blow, touching Ryou was a horrendous crime, making him cry a death sentence.

 

“I didn't mean too! I was just trying to stay away from him!” Malik steeled himself, jaw slackening to try and keep as many teeth as he could. “He came to m-”

 

The sick sound of flesh on flesh echoed in the hallway, the quick crack of Bakura's knuckles and pop of Malik's jaw sending shivers down the Egyptian's spine. His lip split from the mere pressure of the blow, sharp taste of copper coating his tongue as his eyes reeled around his skull and eventually settled to their proper position.

 

Bakura snickered coldly, licking off the splotch of Malik's blood from his hand, and heavily patting the boy's cheek. “Next time you'll be begging me to beat the crap out of you.” Not so much a threat as it was a promise, slick with the yami's hunger and dementia; next time, next time Bakura would tear Malik from the inside out, shred him and make him bleed red and black and rot. “Let's go, Pretty.”

 

Brown dulled and went creamy, the scarlet seeping into the pupil and disappearing, the sadistic quality of the eyes melting away to reveal whispers of tears and pain. Ryou blinked, dazed, as always, when his other just suddenly retreated, gasping at the sight of Malik, lip swollen and cut, blood silently crying to his chin. The smaller opened his mouth to speak, closing it when he heard the telltale chuckle of his darker half ring in his head. Tears welled in his eyes and clung to silver lashes as he quickly turned from his friend, the silent apology grudgingly accepted by Malik when Ryou dipped his head low and stole one last glance at the Egyptian before running out the school's doors.

 

“Fuckin' jerk…” Malik lightly massaged his tender jaw, grumbling at himself as he stood up with more difficulty that he would have liked. Stupid Marik, being turned on by beatings was all his fault, now Malik found it very uncomfortable to walk down the vacant hallway without moaning softly to himself, his skintight pants just having to rub against him with every step. “I'm going to cut that damn ring off of Ryou's neck and then screw him senseless, that'll teach Bakura.”

 

“Or just piss him off.”

 

The blond snapped his head to the side, glaring at the eavesdropper. “Go fuck off, Seto.” The brunette scowled, no one called the CEO by that name other than Mokuba, too bad Malik knew just how much it bugged him. “I think I hear your bitch, Jounouchi, whining outside. Better get there quick, lest he start humping the limo's tires rather than your leg.”

 

Cobalt narrowed, simmering hatred barely in check. “Why don't you go indulge your pedophilic, masochistic wants and find Marik?” The Egyptian growled, Kaiba tipping his head to the side and sneering at the small youth. “I'm sure your eight year old nut case is just waiting to see you again.”

 

Malik snarled and shoved the other through the double doors Kaiba had been leaning against, the brunette stumbling back and falling on the floor. “What the hell do you think you're doing!” Seto glared death at the smaller, eyes widening when Malik grinned hungrily and put the lock on the doors, the heavy snap of steel echoing in the dimly lit cafeteria. “Damn it, Ishtar!” Kaiba stood up and dusted his uniform, rattling the door as he swore.

 

“Keep trying, Seto.” Malik purred, circling his prey and eyeing the tables folded up and lined neatly against the white-bricked walls. “I'm sure someone will hear you.”

 

“Stop mocking me.” The brunette whirled around and crossed his arms, sharp frown cutting across his face. “And let me out.” Deathly calm, his words weren't a suggestion.

 

“Hm,” the Egyptian let a thoughtful expression mask his viscous humor “and pray tell, what if I don't?” He grinned psychotically, violently pulling a table out and letting it roll across the floor, Kaiba rushing out of the way as the clunky thing roared toward him and slammed against the locked doors, the harsh scream of the table's lock snapping and allowing it to fall open, shudder of metal ringing in their ears as the table slowly skimmed from the door and stopped between both youths.

 

The CEO stared at the boy across from him, watching as Malik clamored onto the table, after sliding it beneath a light, and proceeded to break the thin glass, wild grin plastered across his dark features as he shoved his hand behind the bulb and tore out a fist full of wires, some sparking and hissing as he tugged and snapped some more, long, thin strands curling at his feet.

 

“Dumb ass!” Kaiba gawked, “You could have electrocuted yourself!”

 

“Well, then you wouldn't have to worry about what I'm about to do to you then.” Malik snickered, hopping off the table and kicking it so the only light on in the cafeteria was above it. “But thanks for the concern; I'll keep it in mind.”

 

Blue eyes widened as Seto suddenly found himself being leered at in a not too friendly way, Malik's blond hair bobbing as he jerked toward the taller, lower lip chewed on in sadistic anticipation. Kaiba quickly stepped away, long strides taken backward as he kept his sight on the other. “Shit!” the CEO's knees made contact with the lone table and he stumbled onto it, sitting on the cold surface and trying to scuttle away when the Egyptian pounced and roughly shoved Kaiba to lay back, quick fingers tying the brunette's wrist to the leg of the table.

 

“Gotcha!” Malik giggled, light and airy and almost innocent, but too laced with dementia to ever really be called that. Kaiba tugged at the wires digging into his flesh, warmth from the once live current making the restraint all the more uncomfortable.

 

“Ishtar! Let m-”

 

“No.” the dark hikari straddled the brunette's waist, one elbow pressing against the taller's breastbone as he leaned forward, Kaiba wincing as his chest was tightly pressed. “You either give in and let me finish…or you can go through hell trying to get away.” The brunette carefully searched the eerily colored eyes before him, measuring the truth in the words, and inwardly shivering at the painful promises awaiting a negative answer. Kaiba leaned his head back and shut his eyes, going lax and hearing that same fluttery giggle. “Good boy…”

 

The table was round, soft gray with flecks of red and blue, eight small, black disks for seats, and several thick legs for support. Grabbing Seto's other wrist; Malik tied it to another silver bar, and then made sure the CEO's head hung off the table before securing his long legs by the ankles. The blond smirked, looking over his work and nodding in approval, Kaiba looked like a giant `X', knees and elbows bent just slightly in awkwardness.

 

Blue eyes snapped open as he heard the soft rustle of clothing, and although it was painful to lift his head far enough to see, he gawked as Malik slipped off his violet boxers and then crawled onto the cold table. “See, you won't be punished that badly, you get to see me naked too!” lavender laughed hysterically at the look of horror flashing across the deep blue of his prisoner. “Yes, you need to be stripped as well! Come now, you took Sex-Ed, you know both partners have to be naked for this to work.”

 

Malik fished about in his pants' pocket and took out a small knife, throwing the unneeded material to the ground, and quickly slashing the front of Kaiba's clothes.

 

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” the brunette tried to wriggle away to no avail as his restraints only cut into his flesh further, the youth wincing as he felt his skin rub raw. “When everyone finds out about this-”

 

“Smile for the camera, Seto.” Malik jerked his head toward a small, black bubble on the ceiling, Kaiba's features paling. “I want them to find out; need to get out of this hellhole someway, right?” The blond smirked and slashed Kaiba's sleeves, tugging on the clothes and ridding them from the taller's body. “Mm, very nice.” Malik licked his lips as he stared at the pale expanse of the CEO's chest “Now, let's see what the bottom half's like!”

 

Kaiba gasped, and for the first time since he could allow himself to remember, felt cold fear tear through his mind. “Malik!” said hikari looked up, slightly surprised the other had used his first name. “Don't…” Kaiba shut his eyes again, disgusted with himself, but far more frightened at the thought of being raped again “Please, don't…”

 

He blinked slowly, tilting his head to one side and regarding his victim thoughtfully. “You're step father?” Uncaring, unemotional, not malicious in anyway, but Kaiba's frame shook, thankful, at least, that Malik hadn't said his name. The blond saw the minute nod of the other's head and shrugged “I'm not him.” Any pity that might have been present, washed away as he took off Kaiba's buckle and placed it beside the slender body beneath him, small fingers doing away with the zipper and peeling the dark blue uniform pants down, exposing the remainder of the brunette to starved lavender.

 

Malik shoved the material down so it bunched messily below the CEO's knees, eyes memorizing the lovely flesh before him as he clamored closer, tongue flicking about the soft, silken flesh, Kaiba clenching his teeth and tossing his head about to rid himself of horrid memories. The blond ran gentle fingertips across the pale body, feeling the power high form shudder and shrink from the touch.

 

Lavender lidded, small chinks of lust and hunger trailing over silent prey, head of gold tilting, strands of summer sun framing the small, dark face beautifully as the Egyptian crawled up, forehead pressing against Kaiba's, eyes staring and staring, reading thoughts and tasting fear.

 

“Are you afraid, Seto Kaiba?”

 

Blue narrowed at such a question, momentarily forgetting the situation, and then flickering back to reality, closing and shielding from the scrutinizing gaze of pale, pale purple.

 

“So you are…”

 

The brunette growled, looking once more and daring his captor to say it again. Malik chuckled, the brilliant slash of white clashing with caramel when he smiled, dipping his head low and nuzzling the other's neck, whispering softly against the cologne wisps.

 

“No need for it, no need to fear…I'll be nice, play nice…keep you…”

 

Kaiba craned his neck as the warm breath laced around his neck, soft stir of words ghosting through his mind, soothing him, intoxicating him, tricking him, like so many others.

 

“Keep you…safe and sound, like a treasure…mine…MINE!”

 

The sudden hiss below his ear alarmed the CEO, the sharp pain where his shoulder and neck met causing him to cry out and jerk, Malik looking up and grinning like a madman, brush of blood on his lips and staining his teeth, wiped away hungrily by his tongue.

 

“I've marked you; you're mine now…no one else's…understood?”

 

“I belong to no one!” Kaiba growled, the blond smirking and dipping his tongue in the small wound, rush of air sucked through Seto's clenched teeth as the other probed deeper.

 

“We'll see…” Malik laughed, feathery sound dying away slowly as he focused once more on the matter at hand. “Now, let's play, hm?”

 

Looking about for a moment, the blond grinned broadly and hopped off the small table, half skipping to a nearby display, eyes dancing across the available condiments, and slender fingers picking out one particular bottle. Malik pounced back on the CEO, Kaiba grunting at the sudden loss of air and glowering at the smaller youth; thin line of his brow rising as the blond shook a bright red bottle.

 

“You like ketchup, Seto?” the smaller giggled, popping open the cap and squirting some of the cool substance on the other's chest. Malik grinned and greedily licked up the thick globs of red, Seto wriggling uncomfortably and gasping as more was ringed about his nipples, messy patterns drawn upon his pale chest, the blond happily cleaning it all up, abusing the dusky nubs with nips, soothed by the gentle caress of his tongue.

 

Malik left Kaiba slightly moist, slowly running his lips to the brunette's throat and softly biting the sensitive spot, body pressing tightly against the other, fingers tormenting all they could reach, small spasms of suppressed delight spreading throughout the CEO. Purring as he suckled lightly on the other's neck, the blond slithered down Kaiba's body, softly tasting the long body once he was forced to detach himself, riddling the pale form with bites and licks until Malik was kneeling between Kaiba's long, slender legs.

 

“Very nice.” The smaller grinned, tipping the ketchup bottle and letting a gracious amount dribble onto the slightly aroused member. Malik slicked Kaiba's length till it looked horribly like the brunette had been maimed, swollen red and hot. The blond gently stroked and applied pressure, Kaiba biting his lip to contain soft moans “I know you like it, Seto…and one way or another, you're going to crack.”

 

Kaiba let his head dangle over the table's edge, the muscles in his neck cramping whenever he tried to look at the other teen. This was torture, not only did he like what was happening to him, but he couldn't even watch to alleviate some of his curiosity, not knowing what Malik was doing or about to do was far more dangerous than hitting on Ryou.

 

He shivered as more of the cool, red substance was poured along his inner thigh, small fingers spreading the ketchup and purposely avoiding the brunette's `neediest' area. Seto gasped and arched his back as something small wriggled within him, muscles clamping around the unexpected intruder, body shuddering as Malik snickered and expertly massaged the rings into a lax state.

 

“Tell me you don't like this.” Malik grinned, adding a second finger and twirling it about, both slender digits pulled out then reentered, slicked with ketchup and spreading the tender flesh further with quick scissor motions. “Tell me to stop and I will.” The blond leaned forward, craning his neck, not very near to Seto's head as it wasn't his destination, and teased the other's navel, dipping his hot tongue into the small indent and swirling, warm path of saliva left as he crept lower and gently breathed on Kaiba's arousal, rigid flesh twitching beneath the thin coat of red.

 

Kaiba keened softly, head thrashing about in vain to watch and seek the heated cavern of Malik's mouth, get the deed done so he could leave and forget this ever happened. His breath hitched and the CEO saw a shower of brilliant white stars, body instinctively thrusting down on the dark fingers that had caused such a desirable effect. Malik giggled and probed the sensitive bundle of nerves again, reveling in the desperate strain racking the pale body before him. A soft mist of sweat clung to the long form, tiny beads gathering at the taller's brow, Seto glowed from the dim light of orange above them, mouth parted just slightly, eyes lidded heavily and staring at nothing.

 

“You've never been uke…” the Egyptian breathed, less ecstatic than he should have been because the lovely sight of the Kaiba brother clouded his mind more than the blond would have thought. Malik leaned down and flicked his tongue at the weeping member, the taste of ketchup and salt not in the least unpleasant, Kaiba mewling and despairingly tugging at the thin wires restraining him. Sloppy kisses were placed on the taller's hip, sprinkled along his inner thigh, and planted at the brunette's entrance.

 

Rocking back on his haunches, Malik prepared to coat himself when an interesting idea struck him. Grinning like a madman, the blond boy crawled over Kaiba, erections meeting for a split second, raspy breath struggling to escape, and sat on the taller's broad chest. “Suck.” Seto glared at the lavender-eyed youth through hazy vision, half yelping as the smaller laced his fingers through the brown strands of hair and tugged Kaiba' head up, the brunette finding his lips pressed to a precum slicked penis. “It wasn't a suggestion. Now open up.”

 

Reluctantly, Kaiba parted his lips and nearly gagged as Malik slid himself in, thick flesh throbbing as the Egyptian sought more of the breathtaking warmth. The taller ran his tongue up the pulsating vein, teething skimming the silken flesh as he swallowed, sending a violent barrage of pleasurable sensations through the blonde's system. Malik gasped, head falling back as he moaned appreciatively, thrusting into the other's mouth and all but choking the taller.

 

His impending release racked his body, darkened flesh misting with sweat as Malik groaned, one last swallow running a torrent of muscles over the hypersensitive length and breaking Malik. The Egyptian climaxed violently, form stiffening as he released within the CEO's mouth, Kaiba desperately trying to swallow it all, but some of the creamy semen dribbled out the corners of his mouth and trickled to his chin. The smaller breathed heavily and slid out, softened member trailing down Kaiba's body as Malik went once more between the taller's legs, licking half of Seto's face clean before he was too far to reach.

 

Although slightly worn, the blond slathered on a gracious amount of ketchup to his modestly coated length and shivered as his arousal reawakened. Holding on to the other's slender, pale hips, Malik sheathed himself within the brunette, Kaiba crying out and trembling as the smaller continued to penetrate the tight flesh, rings of muscles clenching tightly then retracting as their futile attempt to be rid of the violent intrusion failed. Seto arched his back as best he could; some of the pain lessening as Malik sat still and gently pressed the other back down.

 

Taking some pity, the blond waited until Kaiba had calmed somewhat to begin to move. Malik rocked against the pale form, sliding out and then reentering, soft pat of flesh on flesh muffled by ragged breaths and jagged moans, the brunette gasping when the other angled himself to hit Kaiba's prostate. Heat coiled at the pit of his stomach, the taller wriggling helplessly as pressure mounted at his groin, forgotten and ignored length wantonly quivering and weeping. Malik's fingertips grazed the member lightly and then snapped away as Kaiba instinctively bucked toward the warmth, keening as the brilliant display of stars exploded before his eyes again.

 

Just as the brink of ecstasy was within reach, blue bolted wide open as something bit into his flesh, keeping his climax in check. Malik twisted the small remainder of the wire and grinned wickedly at his distraught victim, tapping the hot arousal and reveling in the pathetic whimper. “Me first, Seto-kins.” The blond jerked and harshly began to pound into the body beneath him, gold strands sweat sleeked and clinging to his forehead, shimmering as Malik's thrusts became desperate, the growing need brimming on his flesh and clouding his mind

 

Kaiba struggled to quell his want, the prolonged denial of his release snagging a dry sob in his throat, body tightening as he tried to force his desire. The blond groaned as the other unknowingly brought him further pleasure, Kaiba's stress causing his muscles to clench and unclench Malik's length, slowly pumping the Egyptian even as he pound into the slender body. Seto was unable to bite back a loud cry as both he and Malik thrust toward each other at the same time. The violent force slamming into the bundle of nerves making the lean form shudder, the lavender eyed youth painfully digging his short nails into the taller's hips, grunting as came within the tight heat, filling his prey with waves of pleasure.

 

Malik smirked when he eventually slid out of the long body, listening to Kaiba's panting and grinning wickedly in the brunette's face. “Thanks, Seto. I needed a good fuck.” The azure depths widened as the Egyptian carelessly wiped a bead of sweat from a gold brow, breathing deeply before smiling and hopping off the table, slipping on the white, cotton shirt that clung to his flesh.

 

“Ish…Ishtar!” Kaiba flailed on the table, rage and need overwhelming him as his member screamed for release. Malik chuckled and slipped on his boxers and pants, holding them up with his hands as he looked at the brunette and sauntered over.

 

“Yes? There something you want me to do for you, Seto Kaiba?” Malik gave the other the devil's smile, dark features coiling with mischief.

 

“Damn you! Fucking damn you to hell you fucking son of a bitch! You know exactly what I want you fucking bastard!” the blue-eyed teen glared death at the other, silenced when he felt a hot lick tease him, tongue probing the minute slit, fingers untwining the small wire. Kaiba cried out and finally released, the blond greedily swallowing the taller's seed, loud pop as he pulled back, same smirk plastered across his tanned features.

 

“There now, happy?” Malik grinned; chuckling as he finished himself up by looping his belt and buckling it, slender fingers combing through his sweat soaked hair. “Nice doing business with you, Seto.” The Egyptian nodded his head politely, walking toward the door and stopping abruptly, the sadistic look across his dark face unsettling even as Kaiba could only see it through a thick haze of exhaustion. Malik pranced back to the other, peering into the brunette's eyes as he picked up the ketchup bottle and shook it “There's still some left…wouldn't want it to go to waste, now would we?”

 

Kaiba felt himself choke as the bottle disappeared and a slightly sharp, uncomfortable thing entered him, “Don't you even-”

 

Malik laughed sharply as he squeezed the bottle, its contents squirting out.

 

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