You came, you saw, you conquered

You came, you saw, you conquered.
Jellybones


The air was cool and empty; even the breeze that blew through the open window and stirred his platinum hair did nothing to change the soulless atmosphere. Malik sighed and turned from his place by the window to the poor excuse for a room he was staying in. It was small and the only things besides a bed and a small chair, were what little possessions Malik had with him. A thick purple smoke rose from a small incense tray and spiraled to the ceiling, filling the room with a musky scent. The copper skinned boy stood from his perch on the window, feeling like taking a walk. Amethyst eyes stared at the hardwfloofloor, not wanting to look upon the lost and stolid city of Tokyo. He longed to be back in a place where the gods presence was felt and the stars could be seen clearly in the night sky, but he knew this would be impossible. Not after the shame and grief he had caused for his clan, his sister. It seemed that he would be doomed to a life of solitude, wandering from place to place in this god-forsaken city.

And for some reason, a hidden, darker, masochistic side of Malik liked that.

Seto Kaiba took one last drag on the expensive cigarette, savoring the poison for a moment, before exhaling the gray, cloudy smoke into the air and watch it dissipate. His face was painted theor oor of concentration. It had been a trying day for the sixteen year old CEO, dealing with the useless corporate suits had drove him to the point of screaming. And now, he was walking with all the other rats that inhabited this maze of a city. Kaiba smirked and felt something very ancient and wise within him long for hot sands, cold stone floors, and past glories. This feeling stayed with him as he walked down the abandoned street, the cigarette lay forgotten, ember tears spilling onto the pavement as it died.

The last place that Malik had ever expected to be was in an alley, drinking from a bottle of wine. Yet, here he was in all his brooding glory. A small shred of the former tattooed megalomaniac cursed him for sinking this low. With a little help from the cheap bottle of euphoria, he was able to squish that voice. Malik scowled and stood only to wobble slightly as he walked from the space in between reality and dreams and back onto the main street. When cold droplets of water began to pour from the sky, Malik hissed a string of curses in his native tongue as he hurried to find shelter. The half empty bottle of wine bubbled briefly, calling to him before the raind dro drowned it.

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Kaiba didn’t mind the rain, and he watched with a hint of amusement and disgust as the few people on the streets scurried to the nearest shelter. He had learned to shrug off minor annoyances such as rain long ago. He was a man of little weaknesses and was certainly not modest about it. Almost nothing fazed him and it was a sin to be caught off guard.

Yet, Kaiba found himself arching one brow in the previously mentioned sin, as he saw the last person he would expect to see in this place. A look of sadness and frustration in his amethyst eyes, his body was soaked, and his light hair stuck to the sides of his face. Kaiba approached him calmly, rain sliding off his trench coat and his boots making heavy footfalls as he walked.

He watched with interest as Malik’s eyes went from surprise to a piercing glare, “ What are you doing here?” He growled.

Kaiba now stood only a fnchenches away from the bronzed boy, “ I could ask you the same thing,” he said coolly. His stature and countence alone made him tower over the boy. Malik continued to glare at him with a stubborn childishness, his copper lips quivered slightly as he pouted, cheeks flushed pink. Kaiba looked down at him, inspecting his posture, he smirked when his nose picked up a slightly spicy scent. He leaned forward and captured the copper lips with his, kissing him deeply.

Malik’s eyes widened in shock as the other boy licked and nipped on his lower lip, to shocked to move. He let out a small moan when Kaiba’s tongue assaulted his mouth.

Kaiba explored the boy’s mouth and tasted wine; he almost chuckled when Malik moaned. Kaiba slowly pulled away, relishing the look of confusion and slight disappointment in the boy’s eyes. This time, he allowed himself a small chuckle as he whispered into Malik’s ear, lips barely brushing against the skin.

“ You’ve been drinking,” he stated, his tone almost husky.

Malik shuddered, “ So? I only had a little, not that it’s any of your business,” he was trying to regain his composure, but it was hard to think of anything when his lips still tingled and his body began to heat up from the butterfly touches of Kaiba’s lips against his ear.

“ What’s wrong? No insolent remarks? No simple minded plans of conquest?”

When Malik sucked in a hiss of breath, he knew he had struck a nerve.

“ Shut up! I don’t have to listen to fools like you,” Malik roughly shoved past him, only to have a strong hand latch onto his wrist.

“ Did I hit a nerve? Are you going to have one of your royal temper tantrums?” Even though Malik couldn’t see his face coe could hear the mocking smile.

“ Let go of me, or by Rah, I’ll make you pay,” he almost shouted, trying to wrench free of the iron hand, but to no avail.

“ I quiver,” Kaiba then pulled Malik roughly against him, still holding his wrist, his other hand rested on the copper boy’s lower back Malik’s face flushed and he felt his body react to the warm body against his.

“ W-wha-?” It was hard to form a comprehensive sentence.

“ It seems that we both have seen better days, and we both need a way to relieve our tensions,” he said simply.

It was hard to think, it was hard to do anything. He felt drowsy and warm, and a strange tickling sensation rose in his abdomen.

“ You want me to accompany you to your bed?” He might have been young and inexperienced, but he was not naïve.

Kaiba chuckled, “ Yes,” he then kissed Malik again, this time more forceful and demanding. Malik moaned and returned the kiss, pressing himself harder against him. Kaiba nipped and teased the boy’s lips while their tongues dueled, the hand that held Malik’s wrist had latched itself to the back of his head, tangling itself in his platinum locks. Malik gasped and moaned when Kaiba’s other hand found it’s to to his chest, expertly maneuvering under the boy’s white shirt to stroke his coppery chest. He let out an almost triumphant growl when his questing fingers found a small nub, hardened from the cold and his arousal. Malik gasped and tried to squirm away when the sensitive nub was pinched, making him feel vulnerable.

Kaiba pulled away from the kiss to observe the little copper nymph in his arms. His whole body trembled slightly, as if the only thing keeping him standing was Kaiba’s firm grip, and his face was deeply flushed as half-lidded amethysts filled with lust gazed up at him. He could feel the beating of the boy’s heart pound through his small body and against his own. Kaiba had to resist the urge to take the little tomb watcher right then and there.

When Kaiba pulled away, Malik was able to regain comprehensive thought. What was he doing here with one of his enemies? Had he sunk this low?

“Go away, I’m not your whore,” he tried to squirm away.

“You don’t want this?” Kaiba said inquiringly.

“ No,” Malik lied.

Kaiba chuckled, “ I’m sorry, I simply thought that the both us could benefit from a night of rigorous . . . activities. But I suppose a little creature like you isn’t up to the challenge,” he let go of Malik and began to walk away.

“ Wait,” he had said the word before he could stop himself, he silently cursed himself for sounding so desperate. But the biting cold stung his skin when the warmth was taken away. He longed for the touch of another, needed it, and the only one who would give him that was disappearing in the rain.

Kaiba stopped and casually looked over his shoulder, “ Yes?” He could hear the mocking triumph in his voice.

Malik stood firm, and summoned the image of his former confidence, “ I could handle any challenge that an arrogant worm like you could propose,” he growled.

Kaiba turned and approached him slowly,“ Well then, lead the way,” he purred into Malik’s ear.

Then, the two headed down the wet and dirty street, Malik walking proudly, but inside he was shaking.

The door to Malik’s room swung open and the two walked inside. Kaiba surveyed the small room, smiling slightly when he saw the few possessions the boy owned on the desk. He approached the desk and reached out for the burner, gray ash floated from its dish and onto the desk. A familiar musky scent invaded his senses and he looked down to the sticks of incense. He realized that Malik had this same scent in his hair and skin, and he positioned and lit one of the sandalwood smelling sticks. He turned to face Malik, who was quiet and slightly embarrassed when they had entered, now stood firm and proudly by the bed, the moonlight giving his exotic features and gold jewelry an almost ethereal glow. He was a god standing by his alter, waiting to be worshipped.

Kaiba silently approached the copper god, taking his chin in his hand and kissing him.

Malik’s jewelry sung lightly in the air as he allowed the blue-eyed incubus to worship him.

Malik sighed as he was pushed onto the bed, Kaiba standing above him, blue eyes piercing him. Kaiba removed his shirt before positioning himself between the copper boy’s small hips and trailing kisses and tongue flicks over the boy’s lips, jaw, and neck. Malik arched and gasped at the teasing touches, they burned and left him wanting more.

Kaiba licked the exposed skin of his collar as he opened the white shirt, revealing the boy’s chest. He smirked and continued his teasing kissed down his chest, staying a moment to flick a hardened nipple with his tongue eliciting a hiss from Malik, as he made his way to the flat stomach and the hem of the clothe pants. Malik closed his eyes tightly in expectation as Kaiba removed the garment, leaving him completely exposed. He had never felt so completely vulnerable to another. His breath caught in his throat when Kaiba’s tongue traced small circles on his thighs, only to cry out as Kaiba’s tongue traced the contours of his arousal, and took it into his mouth.

Kaiba moved his head up and down in slow, steady movements, he could see Malik arching into him and hear his moans and whimpers. As Malik’s movements became more desperate, Kaiba’s menstruations became more rough and swift. Sweat was glistening on the copper boy’s body and Kaiba knew that he was almost to his limit.

Malik let a small whimper escape his lips as Kaiba pulled away before he could reach climax.

“ Damn you . . .” he whispered, his breathing ragged.

Kaiba didn’t reply, he reached over to the small desk next to the bed and plucked up a jar half-filled with an almond smelling lotion. Kaiba turned to Malik, smirking.

“ Why Malik, how thoughtful of you to keep a jar of lotion handy. Of course, you probably do use it regularly.”

“ Shut up,” Malik spat, “ No more petty insults,” he knew that was Kaiba’s little revenge for what he had called him earlier.

Kaiba chuckled and began to sensuously smooth the lotion over Malik’s hips and thighs; his fingers then quested downward and teasingly spread it over his opening. Malik moaned and arched against the fingers allowing them entrance. Kaiba moved his fingers smoothly in and out, Malik’s moans driving him to the edge of control. He withdrew his fingers and dipped them into the jar, and removed a generous amount of lotion. He then reached out and placed the almond smelling stuff into Malik’s hand, the boy looked up to him, “ What am I to do with this?”

Kaiba chuckled and sat next to him on the bed, spreading his legs to reveal his length, Malik swallowed as he realized what he was supposed to do. He moved closer to Kaiba and tentatively rubbed him with his lotion-covered fingers. Kaiba sighed and urged him to go on. He stroked up and down the rosy colored length, and then grasped it in his hand, slowly pumping up and down. Kaiba made a noise between a growl and moan and never broke eye contact with Malik.spanspan>

Malik was now pleasing him with both hands, moving them up and down roughly, savoring the control he had over Kaiba.

Kaiba was breathing heavily now; his moans were short and rasping as he arched his hips into Malik’s hands. He could feel the beginnings of climax only mere moments away, the small, calloused hands continued to pump away.

Kaiba forcefully pushed Malik onto his stomach and entered him, listening in satisfaction to the boy’s cries of pain mixed with his moans of pleasure. He remained still for only a moment, letting Malik adjust as he traced the intricate tattoo on the tomb watchers’ back with his cobalt eyes. He then began to move in and out swiftly, Malik now moaning in pleasure and pushing against his hips. Kaiba reached under him and began to rub Malik’s arousal, eliciting more moans and thrusts. Malik let out one final cry as he felt himself reach climax, everything exploding in a fury of white and gold. It wasn’t long after when Kaiba thrust stiffly and emptied his hot seed into him.

The two collapsed onto the dirty sheets, bodies heaving and covered in sweat. They did not say anything; only lay close to each other in afterglow. Malik moved closer to Kaiba, enjoying his touch while he could.

He knew Kaiba wouldn’t be there when he woke up.