Stuck In The Middle With You
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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1,311
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14
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I do not own Yu Gi Oh nor do I gain profit from this story.
Chapter Three
AN: I actually don't have the next chapter written yet, but I bet you can imagine what it will entail. -wink wink-
Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter. I really appreciate it!
CHAPTER THREE
Duke lost count how many times he had rolled his eyes that day. It was a common occurrence to say the least when he was forced into the company of Marik and Malik whose faces were rarely separated nor hands to themselves since the ‘alley incident’ as he liked to call it.
This particular instance was at lunch. Duke quietly ate his food, looking everywhere around the cafeteria except at Marik and Malik making out—so convenitenly sitting right across from him.
Of course Bakura had made the move to their lunch table with Mairk but Duke didn’t plan on striking up conversation with him anytime soon.
Even if he wanted to Bakura seemed pretty engrossed in his 1001 Deaths, Mutilations, and Torture Ideas.
If lunch wasn’t bad enough—class certainly made up for it. Duke tried blocking Bakura and Marik’s conversations out but that tended to be difficult for the conversation it was.
“So then he sat on my face and had me rimming him forever. Damn that fucker can moan. Took me all night getting all the cum out of my hair.” Marik laughed, Bakura joining in.
Duke’s face was bright red, sinking lower and lower in his seat as the dialogue changed from ‘Malik the slut’ to ‘Malik the sucks like a hoover’.
“So when are you making your move on you-know-who?” Bakura chuckled darkly.
It grabbed Duke’s intention, listening in intently to the conversation stealthily.
“I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet.”
Bakura chuckled darkly, “Think he’s gonna be tight?”
Marik smirked, nodding, “Oh I have no doubt. Wanna take bets if he’s a screamer?”
Duke couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Marik and Malik had only been together a few weeks and he was already cheating on him? There was no doubt that’s what they were talking about.
But now that he thought about it, could he really expect much out of a selfish bastard like Marik? And here he was—talking about it like it was nothing when he was sitting right there! Malik was going to devastated.
Why was he always in these situations? And if getting them together wasn’t bad enough now he had to break them up too?
The next few weeks were sure to be filled with tears, screaming and suicide threats. Malik would probably even make him find out who it is so he could kill them. Why did he have to over hear that? Why couldn’t he pretend like it’d never happened and not have it eat away at him day by day?
He groaned, Malik was waiting for Marik—waving to him as he sluggishly stepped out of the class.
“What’s wrong?” Malik asked.
“Um…I really need to talk to you.” he nervously replied, shirking back as Marik approached them.
“I’ll see you at lunch.” Marik interrupted, Malik smiled, waving goodbye before turning his attention back to the other.
“Bastard.” Duke mumbled under his breath.
“Huh?”
“Nothing….um…Malik…” Duke sighed. “I think…I think you should break up with Marik.”
“Why?”
“Um…because…he’s—he’s not good for you!”
“Duke—what are you talking about? Did something happen?”
“I…I don’t want to tell you.” He mumbled
“Duke.” Malik chastised.
“I…I overheard Marik…”
“What?”
“He was talking about…” Duke groaned, trying to prepare himself for the explosion of tears.
“He was talking about-finding-out-if-someone-was-tight-and-if-they-were-gonna-be-a-moaner-and-he’s-going-to-cheat-on-you-and-I’m-really-really-sorry!” He spluttered, squeezing his eyes shut.
He waited for it…and waited…and waited. Slowly he opened his eyes, looking at Malik.
But Malik was just standing there, grinning like an idiot—giggling under his breath.
“It’s you.”
Duke’s eyes widened, “WHAT?” He screeched.
“Are you busy tonight?”
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CHAPTER THREE
Duke lost count how many times he had rolled his eyes that day. It was a common occurrence to say the least when he was forced into the company of Marik and Malik whose faces were rarely separated nor hands to themselves since the ‘alley incident’ as he liked to call it.
This particular instance was at lunch. Duke quietly ate his food, looking everywhere around the cafeteria except at Marik and Malik making out—so convenitenly sitting right across from him.
Of course Bakura had made the move to their lunch table with Mairk but Duke didn’t plan on striking up conversation with him anytime soon.
Even if he wanted to Bakura seemed pretty engrossed in his 1001 Deaths, Mutilations, and Torture Ideas.
If lunch wasn’t bad enough—class certainly made up for it. Duke tried blocking Bakura and Marik’s conversations out but that tended to be difficult for the conversation it was.
“So then he sat on my face and had me rimming him forever. Damn that fucker can moan. Took me all night getting all the cum out of my hair.” Marik laughed, Bakura joining in.
Duke’s face was bright red, sinking lower and lower in his seat as the dialogue changed from ‘Malik the slut’ to ‘Malik the sucks like a hoover’.
“So when are you making your move on you-know-who?” Bakura chuckled darkly.
It grabbed Duke’s intention, listening in intently to the conversation stealthily.
“I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet.”
Bakura chuckled darkly, “Think he’s gonna be tight?”
Marik smirked, nodding, “Oh I have no doubt. Wanna take bets if he’s a screamer?”
Duke couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Marik and Malik had only been together a few weeks and he was already cheating on him? There was no doubt that’s what they were talking about.
But now that he thought about it, could he really expect much out of a selfish bastard like Marik? And here he was—talking about it like it was nothing when he was sitting right there! Malik was going to devastated.
Why was he always in these situations? And if getting them together wasn’t bad enough now he had to break them up too?
The next few weeks were sure to be filled with tears, screaming and suicide threats. Malik would probably even make him find out who it is so he could kill them. Why did he have to over hear that? Why couldn’t he pretend like it’d never happened and not have it eat away at him day by day?
He groaned, Malik was waiting for Marik—waving to him as he sluggishly stepped out of the class.
“What’s wrong?” Malik asked.
“Um…I really need to talk to you.” he nervously replied, shirking back as Marik approached them.
“I’ll see you at lunch.” Marik interrupted, Malik smiled, waving goodbye before turning his attention back to the other.
“Bastard.” Duke mumbled under his breath.
“Huh?”
“Nothing….um…Malik…” Duke sighed. “I think…I think you should break up with Marik.”
“Why?”
“Um…because…he’s—he’s not good for you!”
“Duke—what are you talking about? Did something happen?”
“I…I don’t want to tell you.” He mumbled
“Duke.” Malik chastised.
“I…I overheard Marik…”
“What?”
“He was talking about…” Duke groaned, trying to prepare himself for the explosion of tears.
“He was talking about-finding-out-if-someone-was-tight-and-if-they-were-gonna-be-a-moaner-and-he’s-going-to-cheat-on-you-and-I’m-really-really-sorry!” He spluttered, squeezing his eyes shut.
He waited for it…and waited…and waited. Slowly he opened his eyes, looking at Malik.
But Malik was just standing there, grinning like an idiot—giggling under his breath.
“It’s you.”
Duke’s eyes widened, “WHAT?” He screeched.
“Are you busy tonight?”