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Alterations In Everyday Life

Things change. This is an undeniable fact of life.
But change is not always bad. That just doesn’t mean it’s necessarily good, either. Some things just are.
Like Malik and Seto’s…relationship.
Neither of them talked about it at school on Monday. Malik was wondering if it was just a momentary aberration on Kaiba’s part – and why did that thought send a pang of loneliness through his heart? – and Kaiba, for all his way with words, had no clue what to say to Malik.
He liked Malik – but what the hell did that mean? He certainly had no clue.
So, for all intents and purposes, they were at a stalemate.
Luckily, they had their ‘friendship’ – or what one would call it – to fall back on. Falling back into their old, familiar ‘lunchtime taunt’ sessions was…comforting.
It was comforting to know that not everything had changed.
***

It was now month three of Malik’s high school career, two weeks since that fateful kiss he and Seto had shared in the park.
Malik was getting tired of tiptoeing around that rather volatile topic with the CEO, never mentioning it for fear of…well, for fear of something. Change? Maybe. In his experience, when things changed, it was normally for the worse.
But then again, things had changed greatly for him since Battle City, and most of it wasn’t too bad. School still mostly sucked, but Seto’s friendship more than made up for it.
Friendship… That was something new to him. As was…whatever it was that that kiss meant.
He had never been a particularly patient person – which had caused him no end of problems in the past – and he wanted answers, damnit!
Did Seto feel something for him other than just a momentary lust?
Even if it was just a not-so-momentary lust?
He was getting tired of wondering, and so conspired to get Seto into a situation where he could ask his questions.
Luck was with him on that Friday; the day presented him with a golden opportunity.
Well, actually, more of a damp, gray opportunity; it was raining. Pouring buckets, as a matter of fact; the downpour almost reminded Malik of that American saying ‘raining cats and dogs’.
He had to choke back giggles at the thought of miniature furry Joeys and Setos falling with the raindrops. Joey was a dog if he’d ever seen one; Kaiba, however, for all that he loved dragons, was like a cat.
Sleek, dangerous, only let in people he thought worthy of the honor…
And no one owned him, though he was very possessive of what he considered his.
Malik wondered if he himself was included in that category as one of Kaiba’s possessions? And why did he not mind the thought of being possessed?
Shaking off his whimsical thoughts, Malik hurried to catch up with Seto at the front of the school. The CEO was standing underneath the overhang, staring out at the falling rain.
Or, actually, glaring out at the falling rain.
“Don’t have an umbrella?” Malik asked. He smirked as the other boy whirled around. It was amazing how easy it was for him to sneak up on Seto.
Malik wondered why that was, since Seto seemed to sense anyone else coming up behind him almost before they had headed in his direction.
“No, I don’t,” Seto said gruffly. “The radio said it was going to be sunny today.”
Malik scoffed. “The weatherman says that everyday that there aren’t dark clouds hanging overhead.” Unzipping the flap on his backpack, he pulled out his collapsible umbrella, pressing the button on the handle so the purple and gray striped canopy would pop out. “You can share mine, if you want,” he offered, gesturing with the now-open umbrella.
Seto shot him a quick glance, then nodded once. “Thanks,” he said softly, and ducked underneath the vinyl awning.
“No problem,” Malik said.
They fell silent, walking in step to the student parking lot. None of the students had designated parking spaces, but most people had one spot that they almost always ended up in; Seto was no exception. When they reached the CEO’s car, Seto turned to unlock the door, before pausing.
“Did you drive in today?” Seto asked. “I don’t remember seeing your motorcycle over by the bike rack.”
Malik shook his head. “No; the brakes have been giving me trouble, so I left it at home.” That was true; while he’d forgone driving his precious bike for three days a few weeks back, that had been because one of the headlights had gone out and he’d had to look all over to find a replacement. The trouble with the brakes had shown up yesterday as he was driving home, so he’d walked to school today.
Lucky him – that is, if Seto acted as Malik thought he would…
Seto appeared to be debating with himself, but it was only a moment before he offered, “Why don’t I give you a ride home, then?”
Bingo! Malik thought, smothering the grin that wanted to leap onto his lips. “That would be great, thanks,” he said instead, voice calm.
Minutes later, they were both ensconced in the padded leather interior of Seto’s Mercedes. Malik gave Seto directions to his apartment building and then sat back, just enjoying the plush seat for a few moments.
“Nice car,” Malik said at length, for lack of any better conversation openers.
“It gets me where I need to go,” Seto said.
“Speaking of going places…” Malik started.
One brunet eyebrow rose. “Yes?”
Here goes nothing…or, rather, everything. “Where exactly is our relationship going?”
Seto’s only response was three fast blinks. “What do you mean?” he asked, and though his tone was pleasant enough, Malik could hear the telltale note of strain wrapped around the calm words.
“I mean that you kissed me two weeks ago and I’d like to know why,” Malik stated firmly.
Seto was silent for a moment, driving through the quiet streets, the sound of rain falling then being kicked up by the car’s tires the only noise. “It seemed like a good idea at the time,” Seto said finally, not once looking over at his passenger.
“And now you regret it?” Malik asked, unable to keep the note of disappointment out of his question. After having been given a taste – no pun intended – of what he was missing by not embracing – again, no pun intended – what it was like to be more than friends with someone, Malik wasn’t sure he could do without it.
Being friends with Seto was great. It was more than he’d thought possible for his life, to actually have one real friend.
But to be Seto’s…boyfriend? Significant other?
Lover?
Well, that was more than he’d ever dared hope for.
But now that it had been brought to mind…
Well, he’d told Seto that one could always hope. And that’s what he was doing right now, with all his heart. Dark, blackened, and scarred by life though the organ may have been.
“Not…exactly.”
“And what does that mean?” Malik asked testily, his never-extensive patience threatening to run out at the other teen’s reticence.
Seto sighed and flicked a glance at Malik out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t regret it,” he said, voice faltering as he ended with, “but this changes things, now.”
“All life is change, Seto,” Malik said compassionately, his heart swelling at the reassurance that Kaiba wasn’t playing with his feelings.
Not that he’d ever thought that was the CEO’s style, but no one knew better than he that despite how outwardly responsible and mature someone was, that didn’t negate the fact that they were still a teenager, still learning how to live and interact with other people.
Isis and Rishid had been taking care of him for years, after all. He found it odd that while they were the ones forced into playing parent at too early an age, he was the one who’d ended up the least normal.
“True,” Seto agreed, and that was the last word said on the subject for several minutes.
“So what do you want to do now?” Malik asked at length, unable to keep his questions bottled up a moment longer.
“What do you want to do?” Seto returned, and it was only because he knew Seto well enough to know that the brunet was uncomfortable with this situation that kept Malik from screaming in frustration.
“I want to stop playing games, and…give it a shot,” Malik replied.
“‘It’?” Seto asked archly.
“Don’t play dumb, Seto,” Malik snapped, using the other’s first name as a reminder of what had been said two weeks previous.
Seto flinched slightly and sent a look of apology to the Egyptian.
“A relationship,” Malik said, voice soft as he answered the other’s original question. “What do you think about that?”
“I think…I’d like that,” Seto revealed, twisting around in his seat to look the other boy in the eye as he answered.
It was only then that Malik noticed they’d been sitting in the parking lot of his apartment for the past several minutes.
“So would I,” Malik said on a whisper. His breath caught in his throat as Kaiba leaned closer. Meeting the brunet halfway – and cursing the seatbelt that pulled taut across his neck; he’d be sure to have a bruise there tomorrow, though right now he couldn’t care less – Malik threw himself whole-heartedly into the kiss.
Ra, he’d missed this. How was that possible when he’d only ever kissed Seto that once?
Malik normally would have been put out by these feelings of longing, but was too caught up in the moment to really care. His disconcertion at feeling a yearning for the other’s touch was soon put to rest, however, when he noticed that Seto seemed to be enjoying the kiss just as much – if not more – than he himself was.
Apparently it was normal to want this. Or, if it wasn’t, at least both he and Seto were the same kind of abnormal.
By the time they broke apart, both of them were panting for breath, and Malik’s neck was starting to send up a protest. It really hurt. No surprise, since they’d been kissing so long the windows had fogged up.
Not that he thought Seto could have missed the fact that his seatbelt was strangling him but, Malik was a bit dumfounded when the brunet just reached over and undid the belt, carefully slipping the woven band from around his throat.
That was kind of…nice. Very thoughtful. That Seto had noticed, and cared enough to try to make him more comfortable.
Other than Isis and Rishid, no one in his whole life had cared about his feelings.
“You okay?” Seto asked softly, one hand coming up to massage the red marks on Malik’s throat.
Talk about nice… Is this what romance is about? Caring about people?
I could get to like that. “Yeah, I’m…good,” Malik said, voice cracking slightly on the last word as Seto’s fingers brushed against his clavicle. Who knew his neck was an erogenous zone?
Certainly not Malik.
A small smirk settled on Seto’s lips as he realized what effect his actions were having on the other. “Good,” he said huskily, and swooped down to capture Malik’s unsuspecting lips again.
Malik moaned as Seto’s tongue tapped against his lower lip, asking for and receiving entrance. Almost shyly, Malik met Seto’s tongue with his own, slightly astonished by how good it felt to be doing this. One would think that tasting someone else’s spit wasn’t the nicest thing in the world.
But then, one would be wrong.
Leaning up into the kiss, Malik broke away only long to catch his breath, before diving back in. He knew eventually this kiss would have to end; he’d have to get out of the warm – now slightly steamy because of all the body heat being exchanged – car and try to run inside without getting too wet.
Fat chance of that.
Seto, too, would have to leave, go back to his own home.
And they wouldn’t be able to see each other until Monday.
So Malik was determined to make the most of these precious few minutes.
Not that he was actually coherent enough to think any of this, mind.
Mostly what was running through his brain was: Oh, Ra, this is good…
And it was.
Very.
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