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Affirmations	By : JadeParker Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Affirmations
- 2-Jade's decision
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh I wouldn't need a disclaimer now would I?
Inspiration: I was forced to watch The Little Mermaid the other day, and one of the lines from the
movie got stuck in my head (see if you can find it in the story, oh come on it'll be fun ) and turned
into the plot pony that led to this fic. Just goes to show how twisted my mind is; no more Disney
movies for me.
Warnings: Yaoi, as in graphic descriptions of sex between two males, children please leave the
room. Also, said sex is rather rough so there's some bondage and a bit of blood. Depressive
thoughts and angst are also running rampant in this one. There may be a bit OOC but just
consider it an AU. I know it's long, buput put a lot of time and effort into this one so just give it a
chance ok? Enjoy! p>/.p>/.../ denotes flashbacks to earlier conversations.

The mutt never did know when to back off. Once again he was up in Kaiba's face yelling at him
for being a jerk as Kaiba tried to control his own temper.
"Who the hell do you think you are moneybags? Yugi just wants to be your friend, you have no
right to treat him like that!" Jounouchi was referring to Kaiba's earlier refusal to attend Yugi's
birthday party. Of course, instead of just a simple no, Kaiba's refusal had been more along the
lines of "I have better things to do with my time than attend a pathetic little party for my rival and
his loser friends." Yugi had been a stung by the overly harsh words, and just stood there startled
and looking hurt. The insults, which were actually just Kaiba displacing his anger over all the
birthdays he had for forced to celebrate with only his brother for company, already had
Jounouchi ready to attack. However, it was what happened next that spurred the blond to action.
Annoyed at having been delayed by such a ridiculous invite, the CEO swiftly rose from his desk
with his usual arrogant grace. Not seeing Yugi, who was now under his line of sight, Kaiba with
metal briefcase in hand, had turned to leave the classroom. Unfortunately, this movement caused
his briefcase to swing out just far enough to collide with Yugi's petit frame and send him
sprawling to the ground. The small teen let out a startled cry as his head smacked a nearby desk,
before the impact of his body with the cold floor caused him to grunt in pain.
Kaiba stepped forward with every intention of helping Yugi, until he felt everyone's eyes on him.
Realizing he had almost let the facade slip, he shot his classmates an icy glare before striding out
of the room.
As Honda and Anzu raced to Yugi's side along with several other classmates concerned for the
dazed boy, Jounouchi found himself able to chase after Kaiba without anyone to restrain him. The
blond was furious, and he wasn't quite thinking straight. Still, he knew one thing for certain: he'd
had about enough of this shit from the teenage CEO.
So here he was, confronting his taller classmate in the school's east wing. The air was crackling
with tension as they stared each other down.
"I don't THINK anything," Kaiba responded. "I know who I am! I'm Kaiba Seto, and if you know
what's good for you, you'll get out of my way."
Seto wasn't about to admit that what had happened with Yugi had been an accident. He'd learned
early on that no matter what happened, you always made it seem like that was exactly what you
meant to do and never apologize. The lesson had come at a painful price, as all Gozaburo's
lessons had, but as intended the pain caused it to stick with him.
"Kaiba Seto, ha!" Jounouchi spat, not about to back down. Kaiba could insult him all he wanted,
but no way was he going to get away with attacking Yugi like that. "You say that like it's
something to be proud of."
Kaiba's fierce blue eyes narrowed dangerously as he took a step closer to Jounouchi.
"Listen mutt," he snarled. "I don't have the time to stand here while you try to make me feel
guilty. I have places to get to. So why don't you go back to Yugi and tell him you did your job as
a good little guard dog and leave me the hell alone!"
Kaiba's patience was obviously wearing thin, but Jounouchi was past caring. When Kaiba made to
walk away, Jounouchi moved in front of him, blocking his .
.
"I'm not here to make you feel guilty," Jounouchi explained. "I know a cold hearted asshole like
you is incapable of emotions."
"Don't push me," Kaiba warned.
"What?" Jounouchi scoffed. "You don't honestly expect me to believe you weren't aware that
that's all you are do you?" Jounouchi words sounded harsher than usual, and there was a sadistic
glint to his normally warm honey eyes. "You're a heartless bastard Kaiba! I know it, you know it,
everyone knows it...even Mokuba. You're completely unlovable!" Seeing the anger flare in Kaiba's
eyes, Jounouchi moved in for the kill before he could shimshimself. "That's right Kaiba, your little
brother may choose to worship the ground you walk on, but that doesn't mean he can't see what
you really are. You're nothing! You act all big and tough, but I'd bet anything it's just an act.
People see what a waste you are. You pretend that it's you who wants nothing to do with them,
but really it's the r war way around. No one wants to be around you, they can't stand you!"
Kaiba was fighting to keep his emotions under control as the vicious words poured out of the
blond. Jounouchi wasn't telling him anything new; Seto knew what people thought of him, they
were the same things he thought about himself. However, it was one thing to think them, another
to actually hear them. Hearing the hateful thoughts formed into words by Jounouchi of all people
was just too much. Seto wasn't sure if he wanted to go somewhere and cry, or break Jounouchi's
face.
Then Jounouchi made the decision for him.
"You know," he said. "You don't even deserve Mokuba. Do you even really love him, or are you
just trying to keep a promise?"
Jounouchi had no idea what made him say that, he knew Kaiba loved his little brother. He had
seen the teen risk everything for Mokuba on more than a few occasions without even hesitating.
The smaller boy was Kaiba's life, his driving force. Yet Jounouchi was accusing him of seeing his
younger brother as only another obligation, no more important than remembering to pick up the
laundry or something. It wasn't right. He'd crossed a line and he knew it, felt as though he had
done it on purpose. But why?
Before he could find a reason for his actions, Jounouchi found himself slammed up against a
locker, Kaiba's forearm across his throat cutting off his air supply.
"How DARE you!" Seto hissed, face contorted with rage. His normally fearless ewerewere filled
with hate, but his gaze wasn't directed at the boy he was suffocating. He didn't even seem to see
Jounouchi anymore. Seto appeared to be transfixed by his own faint reflection on the metallic
lockers, that look of hate and disgust directed at his own image.
They remained like that for several seconds. Seto abhorring what he saw looking back at him, and
Jounouchi wincing as his struggles drove the locker's handle harder into his spine.
Finally, Seto's steely blue eyes turned on his captive.
"I'M nothing?" He asked acidly. The normally calm voice was accusing, and Jounouchi found
himself recoiling. "What about you? You're trash, nothing but a mangey street mutt. It's not yours
or anyone else's place to judge me. So from now on, keep your useless opinions to yourself."
As his vision began to blur from lack of oxygen, Jounouchi briefly wondered where everyone else
was. His panicked brain managed to remind him it was lunch, and the art teacher, whose
classroom was the only one they were even remotely near, had already left for the day. Still, their
shouting match had reached a lethatthat was bound to attract attention.
Realizing that he would have to act soon if he wanted to remain conscious, the blond gathered his
strength and delivered a series of punches to Kaiba's ribs. This proved to be enough to cause Seto
to stumble back a few steps, and release Jounouchi. The blond coughed a few times as he tried to
gulp in several breaths of much needed air. That had been a close one.
Seto, meanwhile, stood across from him in a daze. His entire body shaking with anger as his hands
clenched and unclenched at his sides. His gaze was fixed firmly on the ground, since he found
himself unable to look at the mutt any longer.
For reasons beyond normal guilt he didn't even care to understand, Jounouchi suddenly felt
extremely remorseful about his ruthless attacks on the brunet. He knew that wether Kaiba would
admit it or not he was hurting, and that fact truly bothered Jounouchi. The fact that he was the
cause of some of that hurt only made it worse.
Concerned, he reached out to place a hand on the teen's quivering shoulder.
"Don't touch me!"
Jounouchi's hand hovered over Kaiba's rounded shoulder for a moment before being hastily
shoved into his own pocket.
"Are you alright Kaiba?" Jounouchi asked. This time his voice was filled with genuine concern.
Sapphire blue clashed with honey brown as K rai raised his head.
Jounouchi's eyes widened and his heart stopped for a beat. He knew that look. It was the same
lKaibKaiba had gotten when he realized he was about to lose to Yugi at Duelist Kingdom; right
before he threatened to jump to his death from the top of the castle. Jounouchi felt his now
rapidly beating heart tighten. The brunet looked so lost just standing there looking at him, like he
was trying to find some sort oaninaning to it all.
And then it was gone.
"Why the sudden concern Jounouchi?" Kaiba asked sardonically. "Didn't you just get done telling
me no one cared about an inhuman heartless bastard like me?"
Jounouchi was once again facing the condescendingly sarcastic Kaiba, and it was almost a
welcome sight. Almost.
"You're right Kaiba, I don't care. You're not even worth it," and with that Jounouchi turned and
walked away. Rounding the corner, he came face to fwithwith the vice principal and several
teachers. The blond let out an annoyed groan, knowing he was busted.
Kaiba, on the other hand, just stood there watching the retreating form of the blond before closing
his eyes and taking a deep breath. What had gotten into him? He never let Jounouchi words get to
him like that when the blond could see him. But Jounouchi had never been so honestly cruel
before either. He'd managed to hit upon everything the brunet hated or feared about himself in a
matter of minutes, every word leaving his yapping mouth true. Every word as sharp as a knife as
they hit him.
/No one wants to be around you, they can't stand you!/
He could hear several voices nearby questioning the mutt.
/You're not even worth it./
Seto needed to get out of here.
As several teachers rounded the corner to confirm the assumption that it was Kaiba who had been
fighting with Jounouchi, they were confronted with an empty hallway and no sign of the teenage
CEO. Puzzled, they returned to the other's just in time to see Jounouchi being led oo tho the
principal's office.

Seto dismissed the car he had called for after exiting the school earlier. He'd spent several hours
just having the driver cruise aimlessly around the city. He probably should have gone into work,
but as long as that fight with the mutt was replaying in his mind he knew he wouldn't be able to
focus on anything. So he had called his secretary and asked her to clear his afternoon. He could
hear the bewilderment in her voice as she agreed. Seto couldn't really blame her, it was very
unlike him to cancel business meetings.
He hated that he was lettiounoounouchi get to him like this. After all, what did he care what that
low class mediocrity said or thought? He didn't allow subcsubconscious to answer with the secret
he tried so hard to keep buried within it.
By two o'clock'd k'd known what he needed. Knew there was only one person he could go to...
Glancing at the driveway he now stood before, he noted that the owner's car was gone but the
motorcycle was still there. Perfect.
Before he even got a chance to knock, the front door opened to reveal Malik in blue jeans and a
black wife beater. He had decided to forego the gold jry, ry, except for the geometric earrings
that dangled amongst the golden strands of his hair. He didn't look the least bit surprised to see
THE Kaiba Seto standing on his doorstep.
Their eyes met briefly before a tanned hand shot out to grab a pale wrist.
Kaiba allowed himself to be tugged into the Ishtar residence and consequently pushed up against
the nearest wall. Malik captured his lips and kissed him hungrily, Kaiba answering him with an
intense passion of his own.
Pulling back, Malik's hot breath hit the skin of Kaiba's neck, the taller boy trembling at the
sensation. Malik's moist tongue snaked out to lick at the pale skin, and he smirked as a soft moan
escaped lips still wet from his kiss.
Seto found himself winding long fingers into silky strands of long blond hair. He purposely shut
his eyes as he felt fingers working the buttons of his uniform jacket; he didn't want to watch.
He felt the warmth of Malik's hands as they slipped beneath his shirt, caressing the skin now
available to them. The touch from the Egyptian was electric, jolts of pleasure shot through Kaiba's
lithe frame and he let himself relax. Then he heard it.
/You're nothing./
Kaiba snarled and shoved Malik away from him.
Malik's face was startled for a moment and it took him a second to regain his footing. Regarding
the source of the shove with annoyance, his lips turned up in a smirk.
"Oh I'm sorry Kaiba, did you want to make small talk first?" He asked in a voice laced with
sarcasm. His lavender eyes danced with amusement.
Seto eyed him critically. Watching as he licked his lips slowly, seductively.
"Say you want me." Seto said suddenly.
Malik took a step closer. "I want you."
"Say you love me."
Tanned hands reached out to cup the proud teen's face.
"I love you." Malik said, meaning every word.
/You're completely unlovable!/
Blue eyes sought the truth from lavender ones. "Tell me again."
Malik brushed a cinnamon bang out of his way. He looked straight into startling sapphire pools,
letting his own eyes echo the words he spoke.
"I love you Kaiba Seto."
That was all he needed to hear. The CEO pulled the Egyptian closer to him. Once again, Seto let
greedy lips bruise his own with their sheer eagerness. As the forceful kisses moved down to his
neck, he placed his hands on rounded shoulders.
"Malik..." He breathed.
Seto felt teeth grazing along his skin, searching for the perfect spot to nibble. He jerked harshly
on the teen's platinum blond locks, causing Malik to pause in his ministrations.
Kaiba's demand was simple: "No marks."
Malik silently agreed, and returned to worshiping the ivory flesh with his tongue and lips. The
CEO smelled of expensive cologne, and it intoxicated him. His head was spinning with desire.
He raised his arms above his head as he felt Kaiba tugging at his wife beater, the black material
being haphazardly flung to the floor. He desperately wanted to feel his naked flesh against Kaiba's,
but he wasn't about to take the chance of undressing the duelist just inside the front door.
"Let's go upstairs," he suggested huskily.
Seto's cinnamon locks obscured his fac he he nodded once in compliance.
Malik scampered up the stairs and down the hall, more than a little excited by his lover's steady
presence behind him. He'd first run into the taller duelist again walking the streets in the middle of
the night about two months ago. Kaiba hadn't said what he was doing in front of that apartment
building in such a bad part of Domino, and Malik hadn't asked. He had noticed the loneliness in
Kaiba's eyes though. The teen had apparently been too tired to mask it. Seeing an opportunity,
Malik had invited him home with him; Kaiba had rented them a motel room under an assumed
name instead.
The CEO had been showing up sporadically ever since.
Shutting the door once they were both inside his not so spacious bedroom, Malik turned around
to find Kaiba standing next to his bed. He was disappointed to find him already removing his
clothing. It was a task Malik wished to do himself, kissing each inch of ivory skin as it was
revealed. Yet that was an act more suited to love making, and that wasn't what this was. As much
as Malik loved the former priest, he knew that for him this was only about sex. Malik was simply
a convenient partner.
Deep down that fact hurt Malik, but he was willing to take what he could get.
With a soft sigh, the blond removed his own jeans and boxers, his growing erection twitching
slightly as the air hit it. He flopped down on the bed aeckoeckoned the brunet into his arms. Kaiba
finished stepping out of his boxers, and moved into his embrace.
They kissed deeply as their hands frantically tried to explore every inch of the other's body. One
was careful to avoid the extensive markings on his lover's back, while the other refrained from
touching the angry scar on his partner's right hip. When they finally broke apart, Seto was panting
for breath, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. This was what he had come here for, this
feeling that blocked out everything else, everyone else. This pleasurable feeling that blocked out
the rest of the world.
Malik pushed gently on Kaiba's shoulders until he was lying down on the bed, long legs falling
open suggestively as he did so. He made sure to press a kiss to swollen lips before nipping and
sucking his way down the lengthy body. The light sheen of sweat covering the flesh gave it a
lightly salty taste, and Malik found himself lapping at it in spots.
Seto fisted his hands in the sheets beneath him, and lost himself to the sensations coursing through
him. Jounouchi was wrong, he himself was wrong. Malik wanted him, Malik loved him. He wasn't
nothing, and he wasn't alone. Of course, Seto didn't return Malik's feelings, didn't know if he
knew how. How could you love someone else when you hated yourself? Still, being with Malik
made him feel a little less lost, a little less alone.
"Oh gods..." He groaned. Malik had latched onto a sensitive nipple, holding it lightly between his
teeth as his tongue assaulted it. Kaiba began squirming beneath him, finding it provided a lovely
friction between his weeping erection and Egyptians.
The moan that escaped Malik showed he felt it too. Kaiba's hands moved to grasp tan hips and
pulled them down against his. He continued moving his hips against the body above him and
Malik responded with some grinding of his own.
Just as Kaiba was finally getting some gratification out of the actions, Malik pulled away. Kaiba
growled in protest, but Malik ignored him.
"Patience Kaiba." Malik teased. It was all Malik said before parting slim legs farther and settling
between them. He took in the sight of the engorged flesh in front of his face before taking just the
tip into his mouth. Kaiba cried out and tried to trust deeper into his mouth but Malik denied him.
He looked up into the flushed face of his lover and stuck out his tongue.
Rage fought with desire for control of Seto's body as he realized Malik was toying with him.
Luckily for Malik, desire won and Seto waited for his next move. Experienced fingers moved
along his inner thighs, and he felt the heat in his lower stomach flare. He bit down on his lower lip
to keep himself from begging. Kaiba's didn't beg, they took what they wanted. At least that's what
he'd always been taught. The irony here was that what this Kaiba wanted was to be taken.
Malik watched through lidded eyes as Kaiba fought for control of his body, a battle he was
destined to lose. Finally taking pity on the proud teen and giving into his own desire to taste more
of him, Malik returned his hot mouth to the excited shaft and took him in as far as he could
manage.
"M-Malik I,...oh!" Seto wailed. With considerable effort, Malik had managed to relax his throat
muscles and take Kaiba deeper still.
Long slim fingers moved from their post on the sheets into Malik's silky locks. Seto's hands
moved with the blond's head as the boy moved up and down on him, guiding him at the pace he
wanted. He was wantonly moaning at this point and he really didn't care.
The air in the room seemed to change suddenly, becoming thicker as the shadows seemed to
increase in size. He felt teeth grip onto his shaft and drag along the heated flesh. Seto let out a
strangled cry of pain. The hair his fingers were tangled in became thicker, and his blue eyes flew
open. The hot mouth left his erection and a dark laughter left his lover's throat.
Kaiba's hands left the now spiky blond hair, and he found himself looking into deep violet eyes.
"M-Marik?"

Jounouchi hadn't said a word since they left the school, and Honda was starting to worry. The
normally boisterous teen was seemingly in his own isolated little world. Judging by the look on his
face, that world wasn't a happy one either. Jounouchi's hands were shoved deep in his pockets,
and his gaze was fixed solidly on the ground before him. Honda wondered how Jounouchi was
even able to walk, as he seemed to be dragging his feet rather than actually picking them up to
take steps.
It wasn't like Jounouchi to be this down.
As he pulled Jounouchi to the side to keep the blond from crashing into yet another lamppost,
Honda gave in to his concern and bodily dragged the blond to the park. Jounouchi didn't even
bother to resist the firm grip that dragged him along through the crowds. It was completely unlike
him to let himself be manhandled, and Honda became even more determined to get to the bottom
of this.
Seating his best friend on an empty bench in one of the more secluded areas of the park, Honda
sat beside him. He grabbed Jounouchi by the shoulders and turned him so they were face to face.
"Alright Jounouchi, what's wrong?" Honda demanded. He knew the blond had been to see the
principle earlier that day, but he didn't know what about...not that he couldn't guess.
Jounouchi's eyes slowly came back into focus, and he was greeted by the sight of Honda's
concerned face. His lips were pressed into a tight line, and he was staring at Jounouchi like the
answer to his question was suddenly going to appear on his friend's forehead in bright neon lights.
"What?" Jounouchi murmured, confused. He hadn't really heard or comprehended anything since
he had walked away from Kaiba earlier that day.
Honda frowned. "I asked you what's been bothering you. I mean you didn't even ask ugi ugi was
ok after you came back to class." Seeing the worry seep into Jounouchi's eyes he quickly
alleviated his fears. "Yugi's fine. You probably didn't notice, but he was sitting kiddy corner from
you all afternoon. He's worried about you. He kept trying to talk to you, but it was like you didn't
even hear him. You just kept nodding or throwing out one word answers. You were really scaring
him; you were really scaring all of us," Honda explained. His words had a forceful hint to them, as
though he was afraid that he still wasn't getting through whatever daze his best friend was in.
Jounouchi turned his head to the side, gazing sadly off into the distance. How was he supposed to
explain this to Honda? How could he make him understand?
Honda was seriously starting to worry now. He had never seen Jounouchi this despondent before.
"Jounouchi!" Honda called, shaking the teen by the shoulders until honey eyes were once again
focused on him. "What's going on with you? Why did you end up in the principle's office?"
Jounouchi's lips barely moved, but Honda heard the word anyway. He'd almost been expecting it.
"Kaiba."
Honda groaned and pressed a hand to his forehead. "Well, that explains why he never came back
to class. Why can't you just stay away from him?"
Biting the inside of his cheek, Jounouchi pondered the question. Why couldn't he stay away from
Kaiba? A voice in the far recesses of his mind readily supplied an answer to Honda's question,
suggesting that perhaps he didn't WANT to stay away from Kaiba; Jounouchi pointedly ignored
it.
"I couldn't let him get away with what he did to Yugi," came his response. There, at least that was
part of the truth. It was the reason he went after Kaiba today after all.
"Look Jounouchi," Honda said. "I'm gonna be honest here. For whatever twisted little reason,
Kaiba gets his kicks out of pressing your buttons. You always react, and every time he gets the
better of you."
"Not EVERY time," Jounouchi mumbled.
"EVERY time. You can't let him get to you like this, it's what he wants. He enjoys making o
pe
people feel bad," Honda declared. Jounouchi forced down a sudden urge to defend Kaiba and let
Honda continue. "I don't know what he said or did to you this time, but if he hurt you, I'll kick his
ass myself. So tell me." Honda's grip on Jounouchi tightened as his eyes pleaded with his friend to
confide in him.
"It wasn't like that," Jounouchi whispered under his breath.
"Then tell me what it was like," even Honda's voice was desperate now.
Jounouchi shifted his focus to the concrete path before the bench. He spotted an ant tottering
along under the weight of a rather large crumb. A heavy load on your shoulders, he could relate.
"It was terrible," he began suddenly, still looking at the ground. His blond hair shielded his pained
expression from view, but Honda knew it was there.
"What did he do to you?" Honda asked anxiously. He could only imagine what terrible things
Kaiba had done to make Jounouchi act like this.
"Nothing!" Jounouchi snapped. "He didn't do anything. It's what I did to him!"
Honda was taken aback. What was Jounouchi talking about?
Jounouchi had wanted to think out what he was going to say, to make sure the brunet understood
him. But now, now the words seemed to just pour out of him.
"It wasn't like me Honda. It wasn't like me at all. I said such horrible things, things that I know
aren't true. I couldn't stop myself, the damn words just kept coming out. It was like I was
watching someone else stand there and rip him apart, and that Jounouchi was enjoying it. He
wanted Kaiba to be hurt was was wasn't me. Not really. I was so angry, and I just couldn't control it!
It tried to consume me, and I let it. I let it!," Jounouchi rasped. His nails had dug so deeply into
his palms as he spoke that he drew blood. The blood seeped under his fingernails and stained his
skin.
Honda watched Jounouchi's entire body shake, and he tentatively reached out a hand to rub his
friends back. When Jounouchi didn't flinch away, Honda continued the comforting gesture.
"It's ok Jounouchi. You were just mad about what he did to Yugi. That's all. Kaiba's got thick
skin, I'm sure he can take whatever insults you fling at him and then some. He probably doesn't
even remember what you said." Honda's voice was soothing, quite different from his normal tone.
Then again, this wasn't a normal situation.
Honey eyes turned to face him. There was a thin line of tears hovering along the dark lower
lashes, ready to fall at any moment.
"You should have seen him," Jounouchi choked out. A memory of pained blue eyes flashed before
him, and he frantically shook his head to get rid of it. "He looked so...so small. Like a lost little
child. I think I really did something horrible."
Kaiba childlike? Honda highly doubted that, but he wasn't going to question Jounouchi on it. Not
when he was like this.
"I wouldn't have blamed him if he broke my neck. I know he could have done it. He probably
should have."
Honda slapped him hard across the face.
"Don't talk like that! I don't care WHAT you said to him. You two fight constantly. Just because
it got a little out of hand doesn't mean he should have killed you. Kaiba may hate you, but I don't
think he wants you dead." All the same, Honda couldn't help but remember the numerous times
Kaiba had tried to kill all of them during Death-T. No! Kaiba had gotten better since then, even
Honda could see that.
"I was ruthless. I went after all his weak spots, dealt all the low blows I could think of. Hell, I
even dragged Mokuba into it." He felt Honda flinch next to him. "I know! It's completely
unaccble,ble, but I couldn't stop."
He paused.
"I sounded just like him."
"Kaiba?" Honda asked, confused.
"No! I sounded just like my father."
Honda wasn't really sure what to say to that. He knew turning out like his father was one of the
blond's biggest fears. He was obviously too shook up right now to listen to a rational explanation
of how completely different he was from his father. So Honda just placed his arm around
Jounouchi's shoulder and sat beside him as silent sobs racked his friend's body.

"M-Marik?"
"Hello lover," the Egyptian sneered.
Kaiba tried to ignore his body's continual cry for release, and glared at Malik's dark side.
"I came here for Malik, so leave." It wasn't a suggestion or a request. It was a command.
Marik just laughed his insane laughter.
"You're so cute when you think you're in charge," he teased, using his index finger to tap the tip
of K's n's nose. The CEO answered with a growl. "I'm well aware of the fact that you wanted my
lighter half. That you want him to make you feel wanted, to prove those voices in your head
wrong."
Marik leaned up and crushed their lips together.
"If you want to cross a bridge my sweet you've got to pay the toll," Marik taunted.
Kaiba tried to sit up, but Marik used his weight to pin him down. He ran his tongue in a swift
stroke along the side of Kaiba's face, leaving a wet trail of saliva in his wake. His insane grin
widened as he felt the brunet shudder. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.
"Get. Off. Me." Kaiba ground out through clenched teeth.
"I don't think that's what you really want," Marik said, outlining the CEO's ear with his tongue.
"How would you know what I want?" Kaiba spat.
His head reeled to the side as Marik backhanded him.
"I know you want someone to put you in your place. That you think you don't deserve better than
this. I know that you would much rather have a different blond atop you right now," he pressed
his lips to Kaiba's ear and dropped his voice to a whisper. "And I'm not talking about my lighter
half."
Blue eyes widened in shock. How could he possibly know all that?
"Fuck you Marik." Not his best comeback, but directly to the point and filled with the proper
vulgarity.
That horrible laugh sounded again. "That's not exactly what I had in mind."
Seto cried out as he felt a hand enclose his erection. It gripped him firmly, but didn't move. His
hips began to rock of their own volition, moving his shaft in and out of the tunnel Marik's hand
had made for it.
"That's right Kaiba, show me what a wanton little whore you are." Marik kissed him again,
pleased to find the brunet's mouth open for him immediately. His tongue easily dominated the
CEO's, thrusting in and exploring every crevice.
Seto's cry was muffled by Marik's mouth as he released, the white liquid covering the Egyptian's
hand and his own stomach. He felt Marik's lips reluctantly release his, and the weight above him
shifted. Seto gasped for breath, and was only vaguely aware of Marik's tongue cleaning up the
mess on his stomach.
When he opened his eyes again he found violet orbs leering down at him.
"Did my little slut enjoy himself?" Marik asked, his tone playful but insulting.
Kaiba turned his head to the side, disgusted. Not with Marik, but with himself. He had almost
nodded yes.
While his lover wasn't looking, Marik took a moment to admire the beauty of the body beneath
him. Soft ivory skin stretched over lean muscles, long graceful legs lay open to reveal beautifully
dark curls and an impressive length of manhood. Kaiba's skin was mostly unmarred, except for a
large horizontal scar on his right hip and a few cuts and bruises from the last time Marik had
played with him. Long dark lashes framed his unsettling blue eyes, and the cut of his chestnut hair,
no doubt done by some absurdly expensive hairdresser, brought out the strong lines of his face.
Kaiba Seto was sexy, no doubt about it. Too bad he couldn't see that, it might save him a lot of
suffering.
Marik smirked to himself. Oh but how he loved suffering, especially when he could add to it.
Using one hand to pin Kaiba's wrists above his head, the Egyptian used the other to grab the
brunet's chin, forcing him to look at him.
"Now for my fun," he declared. He loosened his grip on Kaiba's wrists slightly. "Don't. Move," he
warned. "I'd hate to have to tie you up."
Somehow, Seto doubted that. Still, it was in his best interest to comply. He'd learned in their first
encounter that a pissed off Marik is extremely dangerous.
Marik reached into the top drawer of the night stand beside the bed, and pulled out his other half's
most prized possession since he handed over the millennium rod. The object he now held glinted
beautifully in the afternoon sunlight emanating from the bedroom's window. Marik threw the
dagger into the air, and caught it expertly by the intricately carved handle. Perfect.
He moved the pointed blade through Kaiba's line of vision before pressing the cool steel to his
ribcage.
"So Kaiba," Marik began conversationally as if he didn't have a sharp object at his disposal. "Do
you know how much blood a person can lose before they pass out?"
Seto swallowed the lump in his throat and answered the question.
"Two and a half liters on average. It varies from person to person."
Marik frowned. He forgot he was speaking to a genius.
"Ok, how deep can wounds be before they'll need stitches?"
Kaiba didn't like where this was going. "Wounds deeper than a quarter of an inch and longer than
three-fourths of an inch generally require stitches."
What was this, an afternoon tryst or a test of his medical knowledge? Anre ire importantly, why
did he have these facts stored in his brain?
Marik licked his lips. "I'll try to keep that in mind."
Making sure to keep the cut shallow, he dragged the knife from Kaiba's collarbone to his naval.
Marik felt his own erection throb as the red liquid appeared on the pale skin. He never licked at
the blood, that was more Bakura's thing, he just enjoyed the sight of it and the pain it's appearance
caused his lover.
Seto instinctively brought a hand down to wipe at the blood, but it was grabbed by Marik. He felt
his face burn as Marik backhanded him again.
"I TOLD you not to move," he growled. "Now you'll have to pay the price."
Marik looked almost giddy as he pulled a length of rope from under the bed. He quickly tied
Kaiba's wrists together and then fastened them to one of the evenly splayed bars on the
headboard.
Seto found himself growing hard again as his hands were bound above him. Marik felt it press
against his thigh, and smirked.
"If you wanted to be tied up my sweet you should have just asked," he joked. Kaiba glared darkly
at him and he erupted with laughter.
"Go to hell Marik," the bound teenager snarled.
More insane laughter. "Yes, I rather think I'd enjoy it there."
A bony fist connected with Seto's face. Apparently Marik wasn't in the mood to be sassed. Seto
tried to strike back, but the pain of the rope rubbing against his skin stopped his struggles.
/You're a heartless bastard!/
Seto blocked out Jounouchi's words, he was the last person he needed to think about now. As
Marik continuo mao make shallow cuts across the entire expanse of his chest, Kaiba just lay there
with his eyes closed. Every so often he would gasp or hiss in pain, but other than that he didn't
make a sound. He could feel a hand occasionally encircle his cock, giving it a few swift strokes as
it grew harder.
He felt a particularly painful cut open then jun just below his left nipple. This was what he
deserved. No matter how much power he collected, or how many duelists he defeated, he was
never going to be good enough. He may act like he was perfect, but in truth he was a terrible
person. He'd never deserve better than this. He was foolish to think so.
/You don't even deserve Mokuba./
"Please Marik..." he whispered.
"Please what?" Marik knew damn well what Kaiba wanted, he just wanted him to say it.
"Just d!" S!" Seto ordered. When Marik didn't move he knew he'd have to do better than that.
"You know, drill me into the sheets, shove your cock up my ass, screw my brains out. Just do it!"
Such filthy words coming from such a gorgeous mouth. Marik shivered with desire. Dropping the
knife to the floor, the Egyptian spread Kaiba's long legs farther apart.
Seto took the three fingers he shoved up at him into his mouth and quickly covered them in saliva.
He hissed as the first one entered him. The other two were quick to join it, and he lifted his lower
body to give Marik better access.
"You enjoy the pain don't you?" Marik sneered.
Again, Kaiba looked away. Why should he explain to Marik that he wanted to hurt as much
physically as he did emotionally? The Egyptian could only equate pain with his own pleasure,
never with a deeper internal suffering. So Seto remained silent.
Marik's fingers withdrew, and Seto bit back a whimper. He hadn't sunk that low.
Gripping onto his hips, Marik drove into him hard and fast. Kaiba's body instinctively clamped
down around the invading length which drew a moan out of Marik.
"Ugn! Kaiba you're so tight. If I...If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a virgin."
He began moving forcefully in and out of the CEO. Their grunts and groans filled the air around
them as their heated bodies moved together. Kaiba would occasionally shut his eyes, but every
time he did so Marik would slap or pinch him. Marik wanted him to see who it was that was
pounding him into the mattress.
Kaiba cried out loudly as Marik hit his prostate. His moans becoming a desperate chant of
"please, please, please," as the spot was hit over and over.
Marik's pace became more frantic as he approached orgasm and he took hold of Kaiba's hardened
length, pumping him in time to the movements of his hips.
A tremor racked through Kaiba's body as he released for the second time since this had all begun.
Marik managed a few more strokes into the tight body below him before he too cried out his
release.
Neither boy had called out the other's name, only generic shouts of pleasure.
"See Kaiba, at least you're good for something," the Egyptian panted as he slowly began to
recover himself. Marik's tone was cruel, and Kaiba couldn't deny that the words stung. They
drove to the heart of his negative thoughts and feelings. Seto did his damndest to hide that fact
though. Why give Marik the pleasure?
Pulling out, the Egyptian once again cleaned Kaiba off with his tongue. The mixture of blood and
semen was like strange ambrosia to him, maybe Bakura was on to something with this licking
blood thing. Marik leaned up to give the dazed boy one last deep kiss before relinquishing control
to h hal hal half.
Lavender eyes blinked twice, then flew open. When Marik had kicked him out of his body, Malik
had quickly made his way downstairs. He may have to listen to his other half be with the man he
loved, but he didn't have to watch.
Now here Kaiba was tied to his bed, and looking thoroughly fucked. His skin was flushed and his
rate of breath was still rather fast. His normally perfect brown hair was mussed, and his eyes were
clouded over. That wasn't what caught Malik's attention though.
The CEO's torso was covered in cuts, a few of which were still bleeding slightly, and he had the
beginnings of a shiner forming around his right eye. Apparently, Marik had been rougher than
usual.
"Shit Kaiba, are you ok?" Malik asked slowly.
A slight nod was all the reply he received. Malik scrambled to get his knife, which he found
discarded on the floor, and cut Kaiba free. He winced when he noticed that Kaiba's wrists had
been ed red raw from the ropes.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. He danced his fingers across the bruise by Seto's eye and frowned.
Usually Marik was very careful about leaving marks where people would be able to spot them.
Either he had stopped caring, or Kaiba had pissed him off.
Seto stood up and regarded Malik cooly.
"Don't worry about it," he said. He'd wanted this after all.
"He shouldn't have..." Malik gestured at the cuts. "I should have been able to block him or
something."
"I told you not to worry about it," Seto's voice held a finality that told Malik to just drop it. Kaiba
ped ped his boxers back on, and bega rea reach for his pants when he felt strong arms encircle his
waist from behind.
"Leaving so soon then?" Now that his dark side was sated, Malik wanted his own go at the
brunet. I mean he obviously wasn't that banged up if he was moving around. Besides Malik had
done his part by apologizing, now it was his turn.
Seto tensed for a moment before he realized it was Malik's voice addressing him and not Marik's,
Malik's very seductive voice. He stepped harshly out of the embrace, although he knew he was
only able to easily do so because Malik let him go.
"Mokuba's expecting me."
Malik shrugged. "Whatever."
Kaiba slipped his white shirt back on, disregag ang any blood that remained on his chest. The shirt
could be replaced, and he'd take care of the cuts later.
Malik watched his lover dress and prepare to leave him. He wanted to walk him to the door, to
tell him he loved him again and kiss him goodbye, but he knew Kaiba would never allow that. So
instead, he just watched him leave. Seto knew his own way out.
"See you around," he called after the retreating form, but Kaiba just kept walking.
Passing a mirror on his way to the front door, Seto fixed his hair and gently fingered the bruise
forming around his eye. He thought briefly of his slashed torso and smiled sardonically. A part of
him was glad it would show. After all, what was the point of only being hurt on the inside?

A/N: Ok, here's the deal. When I finished the first draft of this fic, I was certain it was complete.
Then I went back and started editing and reworking things, and I realized that mayt wat wasn't. I
mean I threw in all this angst and hinting with Jounouchi and Kaiba, but didn't resolve anything.
So n've 've just finished reading the final draft (unless I decide to do some editing later) and I
have come to the following conclusion: this particular fic is complete, but the story isn't. I wanted
this to just be a snapshot of self-destructive sexual behavior (I had so much fun writing Marik in
this as he is always best when he's evil I feel), and I'm satisfied that it is. I don't know about you
guys, but something about it leaves me wanting more though. So I'm making an offer. I'd be
willing to continue this in a separate fic (JouKai of course, even though I'm somewhat terrified to
write those two and make it believable) if enough of you want it.
That means if you want more, you need to let me know. Because while I am willing to admit that
I've already jotted down some notes and written out a few scenarios (I even have a title), I'm not
going to bother writing something no one is interested in reading. What would be the point right?
So I'll leave the fate of this one up to you guys (I trust you).
For anyone who cares or didn't catch it, the line I nicked from The Little Mermaid was "If you
want to cross a bridge my sweet you've got to pay the toll." It's from that song Poor Unfortunate
Souls. How I got this twisted little fic out of that line is still a mystery, a very disturbing mystery.
Anyway, I'll stop with the endless author notes now. So go ahead and review and don't forget to
vote-to continue or not to continue, that is the question. ~Jade
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