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Adult ++
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Enter Marik
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Wow…I’ve actually update…it’s about bloody time to! LOL…ENJOY!
Chapter 3: Enter Marik
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Malik sighed as he watched his sister frown and glance at each of the empty dinning room chairs on either side her. Malik shifted uncomfortably on the seat, he knew what she was going to ask him to do, and he didn’t want to do it one bit. He closed and eyes, and groaned inwardly at what he knew Ishizu was going to say.
“Malik sweetie?” she said as she smiled and placed nicely fried, sunny side up eggs on his plate “Would you be an absolute angel and go wake up Marik?”
Malik snorted “…Ishizu…sister…I really, really, really don’t want to go into that guys room…Can’t…um…you go do it?” she had been placing some bacon on his plate when she paused and looked at Malik “Excuse me?” she asked making direct eye contact with him.
“Nothing, I was just saying that…maybe since letting him come here and live with us was your idea you could-” Ishizu’s glare was enough to make him swallow the rest of his words. He looked down at his plate for a few seconds, mentally preparing himself for the battle he was undoubtedly about to fight, then exhaling, he rose from the chair and went upstairs to the attic.
He climbed up the ladder, pushed the door open slightly and pocked his head upwards looking around for Marik, the youth however was nowhere in sight. Frowning he called out “M-Marik? A-Are you in here?” The attic had always given him the creeps…And now, with the asshole living in it, he liked it even less. When there was no answer, he took a deep breath and climbed up and completely entered the room. “Marik?” he tried again as he walked towards the large heap on the bed “Marik! Ishizu said-” he faltered as, when he pulled the blankets away there was nothing there put a jumble of pillows and messed up bed sheets.
Malik frowned and backed away, turning around and searching the room his eyes came to settle on a worn newspaper clipping that had been placed on the bed side table; beside it lay a picture of a man. A very good looking man with long black hair and a dangling dice earring, who was sitting on the stairs in front of an old, broken down warehouse, beside him a miniature Marik sat with a bare chest, a hand on his knee, eyes cast to the floor and a somewhat distraught expression on his childish features.
Malik frowned yet again as he picked up a newspaper clipping, he read the title:
DUKE THE DICEMASTER FOUND DEAD
Malik paused ‘Duke the Dicemaster’…that sounded familiar. Malik brushed off the thought and continued to read down the paper, quickly rushing through it. Duke had been killed, pushed down a long flight of stairs. Malik frowned and continued reading until he heard a loud slam resound from behind him. He jumped, placing the clipping back on the counter and whirling around to just in time to see Marik come into the climb up into the room. He had not yet seen Malik.
He was soaking wet, his usually unruly hair plastered to his golden skin and he was wearing nothing but a minuscule, battered towel around his hips. Malik opened his mouth to say something really rude when Marik dropped the towel making him choke back the words, half in shock and half in awe at the odd sensation that was beginning to rise in the pit of his belly.
Malik watched as the naked man before him used the newly freed towel to pat himself free of some few beads of water before placing the towel in his hair and drying it. Malik watched in awe as the muscles in Marik’s thinly built body began to ripple. He gasped a little loudly this time as a wave of that same strange sensation made it’s way down his belly and into ‘that region’ of his body. He gulped when Marik froze in his actions and turned around to face him. Malik could feel the blush that began to take over his body, Marik however didn’t seem in the slightest ashamed of his nakedness.
“What the fuck are you doing in this room?!” Was all he snapped, Malik quickly looked away and mumbled “Ishizu wants you down for breakfast; she doesn’t want you to be late for school…” With that he began to make his way out of the room, slightly dreading having to walk past the naked form of Marik. Marik stood in front of him though blocking his way to the exit “Were you looking through my fucking stuff yo-”
Malik felt his stomach sink, but he refused to let his guilt show and he refused to look up. However he interrupted Marik’s rant none-the-less “I have no time for your stupid games Marik, I wanna go eat my breakfast before it gets cold and I want to be out of here by 7 so I’m not fucking late ok? Now get out of my way!” Marik snorted “Not until you fucking look at me you fucking look at me and answer my goddamn question wimp!”
Malik tried to weasel his way passed Marik many times, only to find himself face to face with him once again. Giving up Malik snapped his head up and yelled “No, I didn’t look through your stuff you stupid git!” he lied, Marik stepped closer to him and Malik moved back until his back was place flush up the wall Marik didn’t stop moving forward until his whole body was pressed flush up the teens. “Are you sure?” he questioned quietly, his breath warm on the teen’s cheek. Malik nodded again, and took in a deep breath as he felt the whole…yes ALL…every single INCH of the other teens body press into his. He shuddered at the feeling…an odd yet pleasant feeling that was now rapidly building in his belly and spreading to every extremity of his body.
Malik placed his hands on the teens shoulders, not sure whether he wanted to push or pull, when he heard his sisters voice from below them “Hey! Guyz you in there?” she yelled from beneath the open door. Malik couldn’t answer; he’d lost his voice as soon as he began to feel a certain member slowly coming to life. Marik answered instead “Yeah…we’re in here. Malik and I were just-having a chat…We’ll be down in a second.”
“Ok…Be nice to each other boys and hurry up, you’ll be late for school” was all Ishizu said before the sound of her footsteps told them that she had left. Continuing to press his body into the teens Marik muttered, “I don’t ever want to see you in this room when I’m not here…got that?”
Malik nodded, all he wanted to do was get out of the jam he was in before things got a little to…obvious to deny. Satisfied, Marik let go and watched as Malik scrambled down the stairs.
Smiling triumphantly, he walked over to his pile of clothes (that were all battered with age). He picked out the most decent looking ones, which were a pair of old black faded jeans that clung loosely to his hips and that were torn at both the knees as well as a faded black T-shirt. Hey…it was better then a silver net tank top and leather short shorts… shrugging he pulled them on and left, not bothering to eat any breakfast, he simply made his way out the door. He knew how to get to school… Ishizu had shown it to him yesterday, and it wasn’t that far from the house.
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He arrived a few minutes before the bell went, as he stepped into the crowded hallway he played with the idea of turning around and scramming. School wasn’t his thing; learning had never really been his thing, of the two years of school he could remember he’d always been at the bottom of his class. He simply didn’t have the attention span, the patience or the motivation to- his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
“Hey! Let him go!” Turning around he saw a somewhat frightened blond being pinned up against a wall by a tall brunette with piercing bleu eyes, tight black leather pants and a long white overcoat. Behind them, Malik stood helplessly tugging at the brunettes coat trying to pry him off the blond. Marik watched on in silence as the taller brunette spoke softly “Care to say that again?” was all he muttered. The blond stated “Yes, Kaiba! I SAID YOU WERE A GOOD FOR NOTHING RICH D-” Malik interrupted his friend with a sharp “Joey!” Malik once again tried to pull Kaiba off the blond but Kaiba whirled around knocking Malik flat on his ass. Malik groaned and placed his hand on his cheek. Using the brunette’s distraction as an advantage Joey slammed his fist into the taller man’s rib cage. Kaiba silently stumbled back, his eyes narrowing as he approached Joey with renewed anger. Malik jumped up again, and gathering up his will and charged and shoved Kaiba backwards, Kaiba stumbled yet again. Anger clearly written on his features he turned around and slammed a fist into Malik’s chest, while slapping Joey on the back causing him to stumble forward. He kicked out his leg causing Joey to trip on it and fall forward.
Before Marik knew what he was doing he marched forward, grabbed Kaiba by the shoulder and pulled him back, mirroring his moves Marik kicked his own leg out causing Kaiba to trip and fall backwards; by this time a large crowd of students had formed, and a collective gasp ran through them. Before Marik knew what was happening, he was grabbed and slammed backwards; two deathly pale arms were holding him in place against a locker. His body tensed as he began to struggle against it and his foot shot out, catching whoever was holding him in the stomach. The man grunted and stumbled back before backhanding him. Marik grunted, then looking up into shockingly beautiful crimson eyes he licked at the blood that trailed down his chin. Marik saw a glimmer of arousal in flash through the stranger’s eyes before a tanned hand grabbed the albino’s shoulder and a man, whispered something in his ear. Looking around, the albino shrugged before his eyes settled back on Marik grabbing him by the throat he slammed Marik up against the wall and licked the remainder of the blood on his chin off. Pulling away the albino muttered: “I’ll deal with you later…” before turning and walking off with the tanned man, and Kaiba who glared at Marik before giving him the finger and joining his companions.
Malik scrambled off the ground and limped towards Marik “Oh my god…Marik thank yo-”
“Save it, you cock sucking wimp! I have no fucking clue why I just did that…And don’t you start fucking thinking that I give the slightest about you or your fucking friend cuz I sure as hell do not.”
With that he turned around and walked off, making his speedy escape before any school officials showed up.
Wow…I’ve actually update…it’s about bloody time to! LOL…ENJOY!
Chapter 3: Enter Marik
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Malik sighed as he watched his sister frown and glance at each of the empty dinning room chairs on either side her. Malik shifted uncomfortably on the seat, he knew what she was going to ask him to do, and he didn’t want to do it one bit. He closed and eyes, and groaned inwardly at what he knew Ishizu was going to say.
“Malik sweetie?” she said as she smiled and placed nicely fried, sunny side up eggs on his plate “Would you be an absolute angel and go wake up Marik?”
Malik snorted “…Ishizu…sister…I really, really, really don’t want to go into that guys room…Can’t…um…you go do it?” she had been placing some bacon on his plate when she paused and looked at Malik “Excuse me?” she asked making direct eye contact with him.
“Nothing, I was just saying that…maybe since letting him come here and live with us was your idea you could-” Ishizu’s glare was enough to make him swallow the rest of his words. He looked down at his plate for a few seconds, mentally preparing himself for the battle he was undoubtedly about to fight, then exhaling, he rose from the chair and went upstairs to the attic.
He climbed up the ladder, pushed the door open slightly and pocked his head upwards looking around for Marik, the youth however was nowhere in sight. Frowning he called out “M-Marik? A-Are you in here?” The attic had always given him the creeps…And now, with the asshole living in it, he liked it even less. When there was no answer, he took a deep breath and climbed up and completely entered the room. “Marik?” he tried again as he walked towards the large heap on the bed “Marik! Ishizu said-” he faltered as, when he pulled the blankets away there was nothing there put a jumble of pillows and messed up bed sheets.
Malik frowned and backed away, turning around and searching the room his eyes came to settle on a worn newspaper clipping that had been placed on the bed side table; beside it lay a picture of a man. A very good looking man with long black hair and a dangling dice earring, who was sitting on the stairs in front of an old, broken down warehouse, beside him a miniature Marik sat with a bare chest, a hand on his knee, eyes cast to the floor and a somewhat distraught expression on his childish features.
Malik frowned yet again as he picked up a newspaper clipping, he read the title:
DUKE THE DICEMASTER FOUND DEAD
Malik paused ‘Duke the Dicemaster’…that sounded familiar. Malik brushed off the thought and continued to read down the paper, quickly rushing through it. Duke had been killed, pushed down a long flight of stairs. Malik frowned and continued reading until he heard a loud slam resound from behind him. He jumped, placing the clipping back on the counter and whirling around to just in time to see Marik come into the climb up into the room. He had not yet seen Malik.
He was soaking wet, his usually unruly hair plastered to his golden skin and he was wearing nothing but a minuscule, battered towel around his hips. Malik opened his mouth to say something really rude when Marik dropped the towel making him choke back the words, half in shock and half in awe at the odd sensation that was beginning to rise in the pit of his belly.
Malik watched as the naked man before him used the newly freed towel to pat himself free of some few beads of water before placing the towel in his hair and drying it. Malik watched in awe as the muscles in Marik’s thinly built body began to ripple. He gasped a little loudly this time as a wave of that same strange sensation made it’s way down his belly and into ‘that region’ of his body. He gulped when Marik froze in his actions and turned around to face him. Malik could feel the blush that began to take over his body, Marik however didn’t seem in the slightest ashamed of his nakedness.
“What the fuck are you doing in this room?!” Was all he snapped, Malik quickly looked away and mumbled “Ishizu wants you down for breakfast; she doesn’t want you to be late for school…” With that he began to make his way out of the room, slightly dreading having to walk past the naked form of Marik. Marik stood in front of him though blocking his way to the exit “Were you looking through my fucking stuff yo-”
Malik felt his stomach sink, but he refused to let his guilt show and he refused to look up. However he interrupted Marik’s rant none-the-less “I have no time for your stupid games Marik, I wanna go eat my breakfast before it gets cold and I want to be out of here by 7 so I’m not fucking late ok? Now get out of my way!” Marik snorted “Not until you fucking look at me you fucking look at me and answer my goddamn question wimp!”
Malik tried to weasel his way passed Marik many times, only to find himself face to face with him once again. Giving up Malik snapped his head up and yelled “No, I didn’t look through your stuff you stupid git!” he lied, Marik stepped closer to him and Malik moved back until his back was place flush up the wall Marik didn’t stop moving forward until his whole body was pressed flush up the teens. “Are you sure?” he questioned quietly, his breath warm on the teen’s cheek. Malik nodded again, and took in a deep breath as he felt the whole…yes ALL…every single INCH of the other teens body press into his. He shuddered at the feeling…an odd yet pleasant feeling that was now rapidly building in his belly and spreading to every extremity of his body.
Malik placed his hands on the teens shoulders, not sure whether he wanted to push or pull, when he heard his sisters voice from below them “Hey! Guyz you in there?” she yelled from beneath the open door. Malik couldn’t answer; he’d lost his voice as soon as he began to feel a certain member slowly coming to life. Marik answered instead “Yeah…we’re in here. Malik and I were just-having a chat…We’ll be down in a second.”
“Ok…Be nice to each other boys and hurry up, you’ll be late for school” was all Ishizu said before the sound of her footsteps told them that she had left. Continuing to press his body into the teens Marik muttered, “I don’t ever want to see you in this room when I’m not here…got that?”
Malik nodded, all he wanted to do was get out of the jam he was in before things got a little to…obvious to deny. Satisfied, Marik let go and watched as Malik scrambled down the stairs.
Smiling triumphantly, he walked over to his pile of clothes (that were all battered with age). He picked out the most decent looking ones, which were a pair of old black faded jeans that clung loosely to his hips and that were torn at both the knees as well as a faded black T-shirt. Hey…it was better then a silver net tank top and leather short shorts… shrugging he pulled them on and left, not bothering to eat any breakfast, he simply made his way out the door. He knew how to get to school… Ishizu had shown it to him yesterday, and it wasn’t that far from the house.
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He arrived a few minutes before the bell went, as he stepped into the crowded hallway he played with the idea of turning around and scramming. School wasn’t his thing; learning had never really been his thing, of the two years of school he could remember he’d always been at the bottom of his class. He simply didn’t have the attention span, the patience or the motivation to- his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
“Hey! Let him go!” Turning around he saw a somewhat frightened blond being pinned up against a wall by a tall brunette with piercing bleu eyes, tight black leather pants and a long white overcoat. Behind them, Malik stood helplessly tugging at the brunettes coat trying to pry him off the blond. Marik watched on in silence as the taller brunette spoke softly “Care to say that again?” was all he muttered. The blond stated “Yes, Kaiba! I SAID YOU WERE A GOOD FOR NOTHING RICH D-” Malik interrupted his friend with a sharp “Joey!” Malik once again tried to pull Kaiba off the blond but Kaiba whirled around knocking Malik flat on his ass. Malik groaned and placed his hand on his cheek. Using the brunette’s distraction as an advantage Joey slammed his fist into the taller man’s rib cage. Kaiba silently stumbled back, his eyes narrowing as he approached Joey with renewed anger. Malik jumped up again, and gathering up his will and charged and shoved Kaiba backwards, Kaiba stumbled yet again. Anger clearly written on his features he turned around and slammed a fist into Malik’s chest, while slapping Joey on the back causing him to stumble forward. He kicked out his leg causing Joey to trip on it and fall forward.
Before Marik knew what he was doing he marched forward, grabbed Kaiba by the shoulder and pulled him back, mirroring his moves Marik kicked his own leg out causing Kaiba to trip and fall backwards; by this time a large crowd of students had formed, and a collective gasp ran through them. Before Marik knew what was happening, he was grabbed and slammed backwards; two deathly pale arms were holding him in place against a locker. His body tensed as he began to struggle against it and his foot shot out, catching whoever was holding him in the stomach. The man grunted and stumbled back before backhanding him. Marik grunted, then looking up into shockingly beautiful crimson eyes he licked at the blood that trailed down his chin. Marik saw a glimmer of arousal in flash through the stranger’s eyes before a tanned hand grabbed the albino’s shoulder and a man, whispered something in his ear. Looking around, the albino shrugged before his eyes settled back on Marik grabbing him by the throat he slammed Marik up against the wall and licked the remainder of the blood on his chin off. Pulling away the albino muttered: “I’ll deal with you later…” before turning and walking off with the tanned man, and Kaiba who glared at Marik before giving him the finger and joining his companions.
Malik scrambled off the ground and limped towards Marik “Oh my god…Marik thank yo-”
“Save it, you cock sucking wimp! I have no fucking clue why I just did that…And don’t you start fucking thinking that I give the slightest about you or your fucking friend cuz I sure as hell do not.”
With that he turned around and walked off, making his speedy escape before any school officials showed up.