Duplicity

Title: Duplicity

Author: WhosJeebus

Rating: NC-17 (this one's pure smut, y'all!)

Pairing(s): Seto/Joey, Seto/Joey/Marik, & brief hints of Tristan/Duke & Yami/Joey

Beta: Daisey - Queen of Filth (give it up for her, yo)

Spoilers: A few mentions of the Battle City arc - no major plot points revealed

Disclaimer: I own none of this, and if I did, I'd NEVER get any sleep...

Summary: On the journey from Battle City aboard the KC-1 airship, Marik Ishtar has come up with a brilliant scheme to get exactly what he wants from Seto Kaiba and Joey Wheeler. With such genius at work, what could possibly go wrong?

A/N: This is my first ever PWP, as well as the first fic I've undertaken with a firm basis in the anime series canon to credit for its inception. Toward the end of the Battle City arc, a four way abbreviated duel is held between Yugi, Kaiba, Marik and Joey to determine who will face whom in the semi-finals of the tournament. As the duel gets underway, Tristan worries aloud to Tea that Joey is going to be 'double-teamed' by Kaiba and Marik. After I rolled off the couch from laughing so hard, I lay in the floor gasping for breath while a bunny ran right overtop of me. Here followeth the smutty results:

*** I live for feedback folks, and lately, I ain't been gettin' any! **cries** So how 'bout it peoples, give up the love? **begs** I'll make it worth your while... ***

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'Duplicity'

After everything was said and done, Marik had to admit that luring both Seto and Joey to his room had been ridiculously easy. If he were totally honest with himself, the initial inception of his brilliant scheme had been the one part that had caused him the most difficulty. Wheeler had already demonstrated a remarkable and infinitely troubling resistance to the mind control properties of the Millennium Rod in the past, and Marik had experienced serious concerns over his future ability to manipulate the boy. Apparently, so long as the blond wasn't ordered to cause anyone bodily harm, or being goaded into betraying his precious little friends, he was just as susceptible to the Rod's influence as any other weak-minded fool. As it was, Joey's surprising mental fortitude still prevented Marik from making any direct commands, but he'd simply gotten past this obstacle by grinding his teeth together and tersely 'suggesting' that Joey might want to accompany his 'friend' Namu back to his quarters. Once again, this hastily constructed ruse had served him well in furthering this particular goal, just as it had several others in the recent past, and he mentally congratulated himself for thinking quickly on his feet, as usual.

Marik had encountered only minor setbacks as he had navigated smoothly and swiftly down the narrow airship corridors with Joey trailing obediently behind, his amber eyes wide and slightly glazed. In fact, the tensest moment by far had come just outside the door to Marik's assigned lodgings, when Duke and Tristan had arrived suddenly via elevator and given 'Namu' twin suspicious glares before quickly disappearing around the nearest corner. He hadn't given it much thought at the time, as the two teenagers had appeared in a remarkable hurry to be on their way, but Marik had received the distinct impression that they were more mortified at being seen together than concerned about their friend's welfare...

Regardless, collecting Joey had been fraught with less peril than Marik had even dared to hope for, and Kaiba himself had not presented much in the way of a challenge either. The hardest part of drawing the arrogant CEO into his web had merely been finding an opportunity to corner him alone in the first place. Marik had learned long ago that using the Millennium Rod to manipulate those of above average intelligence was, in actuality, much less complicated than influencing the common, everyday dullard that populated most of the western world. Especially susceptible to the Rod's magic were people of limited imagination and suspicious natures, though Marik had no true inkling as to why this might be so. Seto Kaiba relied far too strongly on what he could see rather than intuit, and his firm grounding in the monotonous occurrences of the 'real world' had enabled the Egyptian duelist to have the other boy referring to him as 'Master Marik' with embarrassingly little effort on his part.

Now that he had both objects of his desire under his firm command, Marik took a moment out of his busy plotting to congratulate himself on a job well done, indeed. As he languorously observed the two other teens panting heavily and speculatively eyeing each others' nude forms, he idly mused that this time, he may very well have come up with his best plan yet. Granted, nothing about to happen here tonight would directly or adversely affect the hated pharaoh, or even do anything to further his own goals of revenge and world domination, but everything was falling into place so very well, that he was wholly unable to resist the urge to gloat. To Marik's astonishment and delight, the endless possibilities of the current situation had gone so far as to briefly silence that niggling voice that often dwelled in the recesses of his mind. Unfortunately, the solitude had lasted only a short period of time and, even now, the voice had returned, waspishly berating him for not thinking of something like this sooner. Really, it was all Marik could do to keep from nodding his head in agreement with the shadowy presence inside, just so it would shut up and allow him to enjoy the show without interruption.

Getting Seto and Joey to actually kiss each other had taken a bit of work on Marik's part. Not a thankless task by any means, but certainly one worthy of his level of cunning and persistence. He'd diligently moved back and forth between the two teens, a careful lick here, a nudge and a nip with sharp teeth there, his own mouth pressed up against alternating cheeks and necks until finally, Seto and Joey had found their own lips touching. All Marik had been required to do at that point was pull back, until their fevered kissing of him had morphed into the two of them tentatively exploring each other, all gentle fumblings and unmistakable enthusiasm. After that, they hadn't really required any additional encouragement from their host, and lustful instinct had taken over with deceptive ease.

Marik watched them each slowly begin to learn the other's taste and feel as he compared what he knew of them in his mind, savouring the sight of his sinful dreams at long last made blissful reality. Joey's lips were hard and dry, tempered by the stress of a difficult life and the result of being forced to scrabble for a place in a cruel world that often seemed to not want him in it. Seto's lips were softer, more pliable, indicating his privileged upbringing, but with an underlying firmness that hinted at being required to grow up far too fast. All these were merely surface observations, and Marik found himself barely able to restrain his anticipation of the pleasures that lay ahead. They had really only begun to scratch the surface of his most private fantasy...

After a few moments, the taller boy pulled back from a particularly heated kiss and languidly turned his gaze to the watchful blond reclining at the head of the massive bed. "Master Marik?" Seto asked, his lips hovering just inches over Joey's, a tiny, glistening line of spittle breaking as he spoke. "Is this alright? Is this what you wanted?" The normally stern and self possessed boy seemed so eager to please, and Marik felt his cock twitch agitatedly in reaction to Seto's complete submissiveness. That last kiss had been especially messy, but still as near to perfect as Marik had ever allowed himself to secretly wish for.

"It's exactly what I wanted," Marik soothed, running his hand along Seto's quivering thigh as Joey looked on, the blond's expression flitting back and forth rapidly between mildly confused and hopelessly aroused. "When I brought the two of you here tonight, I had great expectations in mind, and thus far, I haven't been disappointed."

The murmured words seem to reach something deep inside Joey and, for a brief moment, his features solidified into a mask of doubt and apprehension. "This isn't right," he protested, his eyes repeatedly drawn to the prominent erection between Seto's legs. He shivered, and then blinked rapidly. "Wait a minute, how did I even get here?" Seto took matters into his own hands by grinding his arousal down against Joey's own, receiving a loud moan for his efforts. The blond's expression clouded over again immediately, and Seto's lips twitched upward at the corners, unable to stave off his trademark satisfied smirk. Marik was slightly troubled at the brunet's demonstration of initiative, but was reassured of his control by the fact that Seto had never taken his shadowed azure gaze from his own impassive one.

While Joey's stubborn resistance was to be expected, it still needed to be dealt with before things got out of hand. "Could it be, perhaps, that allowing yourself to be pleasured at the hands of another is a new experience for you, little Joey?" Marik inquired curiously. Joey shifted uneasily on the sheets and turned his face toward the wall. Marik laughed softly to himself at this gesture, all of his questions answered by the other's obvious, yet unvoiced concerns. "Come here, Pet." He held out his hand to Seto, who dutifully climbed off of the smaller blond and made his way up the bed to kneel before the smirking Egyptian.

Marik gently turned the brunet to face Joey's end of the bed, silently reveling in the way Seto leaned into his touches, the normally cold, stoic demeanour of the taller boy abandoned in favour of satisfying his inner, more sensuous nature. Marik had known without a doubt that Seto would be like this, and he once again inwardly rejoiced at the fruits of his own brilliance. "Look at Seto, Joey," Marik purred, staring intently at the blond's profile, imploring the other's gaze to focus only on his master's face. "Look at how very badly he wants you to touch him."

Despite seeming initially unsure, Joey soon found his eyes drawn back to the erotic scene taking place in front of him. Marik indicated for Joey to approach, inviting the hesitant boy to sample the delectable feast laid out for him. "Go ahead and touch him, Joey. He needs you to."

The dark-haired teen didn't utter a word at this enticement, instead he merely leaned his head back against Marik's shoulder, closing his eyes and biting off a strangled groan as Joey reached out one trembling hand to stroke over the taut flesh of Seto's abdomen.

"You see?" Marik encouraged, "It makes him feel so good when you touch him." He bit down sharply on the side of the brunet's exposed neck, eliciting yet another choked out sound of ecstasy. "Doesn't it, Seto?"

"God, yes..."

Joey tentatively reached lower, trailing his fingers along the warm flesh of Seto's cock, the other boy jerking violently into the blond's light grasp as the unsure ministrations drove him slightly mad with desire. He nearly screamed out loud when the questing hand finally wrapped itself around his straining length, and Joey observed these reactions with mingled lust and awe etched plainly on his handsome features. "He -- he feels the same as I do," Joey breathed out, seemingly unable to fully comprehend the magnitude of his discovery.

Marik nodded reassuringly. "Now, let him touch you, too," he whispered. At this near silent command, Seto snapped his eyes open and drew himself away from Marik's embrace, advancing on Joey with deliberate intent.

Again, Joey appeared jolted from his light trance as he warily observed Seto reaching out for him. "I'm not so sure we should be doin' this," he mumbled, just as Seto's hand made contact with the flushed skin of his heaving chest. Seto frowned uncertainly at the blond's words, pulling his arm back and looking to Marik for instructions.

The Egyptian cursed softly under his breath as he reached beneath the pillows for his Millennium Rod. This type of behaviour just wouldn't do; not at all... Marik focused his will through the magical item as he quietly reasoned with his recalcitrant subject. "You don't really want to tell Seto 'no', do you, Joey?" He reached around with his free hand to gently caress the side of Joey's jaw line as he spoke, the hypnotic effect of his words immediately apparent as the other boy began to blink his widened eyes slowly and methodically. He appeared to be intently mulling over this perfectly sane, perfectly logical request, so Marik decided to press his advantage. "Why don't you try asking him what he'd like to do to you, hmmm...?"

Before Joey's lips could even begin to form a question, Seto growled impatiently, "I want to taste you all over, Joey." He lurched forward, dipping his head low and darting his tongue out to lick at a hardened nipple. "I want to fuck you. Want to make you scream my name." All of Joey's hesitancy immediately dissipated like smoke in the wake of Seto's determined onslaught.

Hearing such crude words out of Seto's mouth, in that deep, husky baritone, caused Marik to shiver uncontrollably with pure, unabashed delight. He settled back against the pillows once more, observing the two boys with hooded eyes. "Well then, I think I'll leave you to it. Don't mind me..."

Joey startled suddenly as he felt Seto's eager hands slide down and cup his ass, one breaking away to slip in between his legs and stroke lightly at the skin just behind his balls. It didn't take long at all for Joey to relax into the touches, and Seto soon had him squirming and panting with unrestrained enthusiasm for where this activity was leading.

A broad smirk broke over Seto's face as he began to nip and lick his way across Joey's chest. He paused to bite down firmly on each nipple, his actions greeted by a sharp intake of breath and the feel of Joey's fingers plunging into his hair and tightening there. Seto began to tongue the small nubs fervently, pulling back slightly to blow air over the spit-slicked flesh, his smirk widening even further at Joey's harsh gasps of blatant enjoyment.

After allowing this to continue on for several minutes, Marik at last sat forward and withdrew the small tube he had concealed in the pocket of his cargo pants. He reached over and removed Seto's hand from between Joey's legs, liberally coating the brunet's fingers with lubricant. He tossed the now useless tube aside, resuming his previous comfortable position nestled among the satin pillows, avidly observing the proceedings. This was shaping up to be even better than he'd secretly imagined...

Joey was clearly irrevocably lost in the sensations generated by Seto's expert ministrations, though he froze up immediately and re-opened his eyes the instant he felt a finger begin to press inside of him. He didn't attempt to pull away from the unfamiliar touch, but his hands moved swiftly from Seto's hair down to his upper arms, where they squeezed the firm biceps urgently. A second digit soon joined the first, and Joey promptly dug his heels into the mattress, preparing to scoot his body away from the source of the painful intrusion. Just as Joey opened his mouth to protest this new and uncomfortable treatment, Seto reached deep and crooked his fingers lightly, the words of denial dying a swift and unlamented death on the blond's parted lips. What came out in their stead was a loud and somewhat garbled exclamation of, "FUCK!"

Marik laughed mirthfully at this gratifying new development. "That is the idea, after all," he murmured quietly to himself before addressing the other teen. "How tight is he, Seto?"

"Extremely," the brunet replied casually as he continued to mercilessly stroke Joey's prostate, his blue eyes fixed eagerly on the lustful expression that graced the smaller boy's sweating, bliss-tortured face. He was up to three fingers inside the tight passage now, and he was starting to lose all semblance of control in his impatience to bury himself deep within Joey's willing body. "Master Marik, may I -- ?"

"No, my pet, you may not..." Marik drawled, gaining new heights of power and ecstasy as he continued to exert his will over the normally tenacious brunet.

"But he's--"

"Enough!" Marik shouted, causing both preoccupied teens to cringe in obvious fear at displeasing their master, though it wasn't quite enough to cause them to call a halt to their present activities. "From this point on, you aren't allowed to speak without permission, Seto. And I want it understood that only I may allow either of you release, are we all perfectly clear on this?" It may have been entirely his imagination, but had Seto just shot him a sullen glare? Marik shook off such a ridiculous notion. It was most likely just a shadow over his face, caused by the brunet's disheveled hair. That had to be it... Marik smiled serenly once again, his confidence restored as both boys nodded emphatically in unison, their attention already refocused on their own mounting pleasure.

Marik stood up and divested himself of his clothing, gazing down hungrily at the two passionately intertwined bodies that currently graced his bed. He was determined to draw this out as long as humanly possible, to make this night an unforgettable experience for all concerned, and he'd be damned if he allowed those two to ruin the moment for him with their inexperience and impatience. Now nude like his two charges, Marik reclined serenely on the bed once more, his darkened violet eyes devouring the exquisite sight before him. Joey's trembling, writhing body, arching and helpless against the waves of ecstasy which consumed it, Seto's pained concentration as he desperately struggled to hold his desire in check, his invading fingers working with a furious, frantic rhythm, both boys striving in tandem, wantonly attempting to achieve a goal that had thus far been denied them, yet both unable or unwilling to let go of the building rapture they were so deeply immersed in. And he, Marik Ishtar, controlled every last aspect of it. All that barely leashed power and passion, the overwhelming fire and sheer beauty of it all, was his and his alone, to command at will. He held their fates in the palm of his hand and he was heady with the realization, drunk on the fundamental knowledge that right now, right here, in this very place and for this one brief moment in time, he was their god.

Marik allowed his gaze to sweep lovingly over them, unable to get his fill of viewing the heaving, groaning delight of which he was about to partake. His thirst for such a remarkable vision could never be slaked, and he was thoroughly unable to quell his loud moan of half delirious appreciation. So many contrasts and similarities assaulted his senses, and he felt an artist's deep seated pride and arrogance in the aesthetic marvel he had created through the very force of his own will. Seto's body was thin, long limbed, tightly muscled from head to toe, flawlessly pale and smooth as silk. Joey's physique appeared astonishingly smaller in close comparison to the brunet's, more compact and muscular overall, yet easily just as graceful and athletic. Where Seto was all velvety softness, unmarred by even the faintest hint of a blemish, Joey's skin was peppered here and there with faint scars, each silently telling a tragic tale of its own, yet none detracting from the cumulative allure of his near perfect form. In the dim lighting of the room, Seto fairly glowed from within, his skin seemingly untouched by the sun's rays, as delicate to the touch as an infant's. Joey was cut from rougher cloth, his all over light tan providing a pleasing contrast to Seto's paleness and the dark navy of the silk sheets below. Marik slowly, reverently stroked both his hands over the expanse of glistening flesh before him, inordinately thrilled with the spectacle presented by the addition of his own rich caramel shade into the delightfully sinful mix.

Seto and Joey moaned in unison at Marik's firm and reassuring touch against their overheated bodies, and as the Egyptian watched them both with predatory, half lidded eyes, his desire to take a more active role in the proceedings began to overpower him. He stretched himself out alongside the pair, gently disengaging Seto's hand from Joey's opening and replacing it with his own. He stifled the brunet's loud groan of protest with his own mouth, licking furtively at Seto's bottom lip and being granted immediate and unrestricted access. He pressed their lips together harshly, bruisingly, waging a fierce battle for dominance with the taller boy's eager and responsive tongue. Back and forth Marik plied them both with ardent, hot kisses, with touches both gentle and rough, until he judged the moment perfect for escalating their fervor to the next level.

Marik sat back on his haunches and eyed Joey with calculated intent. The blond's deep brown eyes had a slightly dilated look to them, and he continued to shift restlessly on the mattress, moving unconsciously as if invisible fingers were still plundering his body with wild abandon. His golden mane of hair was in total disarray, the strands sticky with sweat and clinging enticingly to his brow and face. As Seto raked sharp teeth across the smaller boy's neck and collarbone without regard for the marks he left in his wake, Joey's fingernails dug bloody crescents into the nape of the brunet's neck, both of them locked in the throes of previously unrealized passion, oblivious to the world around them. That was all about to change.

Marik grasped the taller boy by the chin with two fingers and turned his lust-clouded sapphire gaze to meet his own steady one. "Now, Seto. Just like you've always imagined it would be to take him. I want you to show me."

Seto opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, looking hopelessly lost and excited all at the same time. Marik took pity on him at long last. "You have my permission to speak again."

Seto turned on Joey once more, a zealot's fire lighting his fathomless blue eyes. "Get on all fours," he instructed briskly. "Face the head of the bed. Master Marik wants to watch."

Rationality reared its ugly head again as Joey balked unexpectedly, perversely attempting to deny himself the release his body so obviously craved. "No," he argued weakly, "This isn't--"

Seto swooped in and interrupted him with kiss so forceful and all-consuming that it didn't leave the slightest room for argument. Joey was thoroughly dizzy by the time his lips were freed, and the momentary distraction was enough to allow Seto to arrange his body carefully over Marik's legs. Joey crouched on hands and knees, quivering uncontrollably as he stared directly into Marik's smugly satisfied face, unconsciously keening under his breath with mingled dread and anticipation. He swallowed hard and stubbornly clenched his eyes shut tight.

Kneeling gracefully behind the huddled figure and positioning his weeping erection at Joey's entrance, Seto took a moment to glance up at Marik one final time for confirmation, waiting with barely checked impatience as his master gazed speculatively down on the smaller blond. Marik addressed Seto while simultaneously regarding Joey's tightly shuttered face with wonder. "I think you're about to take his virginity, Seto," he mused. "How does that make you feel?"

Seto seemed somewhat taken aback by this realization, and a questioning expression flitted briefly across his features. "Speak freely; it's perfectly alright," Marik soothed, idly toying with Joey's damp hair.

"I think --" Seto began haltingly, then with more confidence, "I think he was saving it for me. I've seen the way he looks at me sometimes, when he thinks I don't notice..."

Joey squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and groaned aloud at the airing of this discomfiting truth, but made no move to try and deny the validity of Seto's bold statement.

Marik chuckled gleefully at this unexpected revelation. "Well, well. Little Joey's been holding out on us, it would seem. I'd be willing to wager that we can get the truth out of him if we work him over for a bit. What do you think, Pet?"

Seto ran his hands up and down Joey's hips and ass, caressing the smooth skin in awe and gazing at his prize with undisguised longing. "I think I've waited as long as I possibly can," he growled in frustration, causing Marik to chuckle once more. He finally relented, waving his hand with lazy permission in Joey's general direction.

As Seto lined up and began to press in again, Joey's eyes popped open in sheer panic. "Wait," he said, licking his lips. "I can't--" His anxious words were cut off when the brunet leaned over his back and thrust forward sharply. The push was swift and firm, and Marik instinctively reached one hand out to silence Joey's scream.

"There's no need to be so brutal, Seto. Ease up a bit," the Egyptian ordered, using his free hand to gently stroke the distressed boy's face, neck and shoulders. Joey closed his eyes again and blindly turned into the touch, nuzzling Marik's hand and relaxing minutely.

After a tense moment, Seto brusquely nodded his acquiescence, a tightly restrained expression frozen into place across his features. It had clearly taken a significant amount of time for Marik's command to reach the receptive portions of his brain. "I'm not sure if I can help it."

"I know," Marik half-heartedly admonished him. "But I'd like you to at least try to be gentle with him."

Marik's hand drifted away from Joey's mouth, and the blond released a pained moan. "Don't even think about movin' yet, Kaiba," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Don't you fuckin' dare."

Seto licked and suckled ardently on the back of Joey's neck as he reached around and lightly stroked the blond's wilting erection back to life. Puffs of warm breath blew Joey's hair away from his nape as Seto panted out, "Relax. Let me fuck you, Joey. I can make it feel so good..." He kissed his way down Joey's back, lips skimming teasingly over the heated skin, moving lower as he moaned in delight over the taste of warm flesh that was slick and salty with perspiration. Seto trailed his tongue down the center of Joey's spine and bit down at the base of it, giving an experimental thrust with his hips at the same moment. The smaller boy's strangled response told him all he needed to know, and Seto's eyes darkened visibly with heightened lust. "That's it," he rasped in a breathless voice, adjusting his angle slightly and giving another gentle push. "That's... perfect." He sat up on his knees, pulling Joey's hips back against his groin firmly and establishing a slow, steady rhythm to begin with. He threw his head back and grunted softly in tandem with his thrusts, feeling the tautly stretched muscles surrounding his cock gradually begin to loosen.

Marik watched the spectacle before him with narrowed violet eyes, his mouth slightly agape in wonder. Seto and Joey moved in unison, joined together and undulating smoothly as if the result of practice and familiarity, their sensuous and hypnotic dance like nothing he had ever witnessed before. He reached out to cup Joey's flushed cheek, inhaling a sharp breath of air when the blond opened passion filled eyes and fixed his gaze once more on Marik's face. He parted his lips slightly and allowed Marik's thumb to slip inside the moist cavern, wrapping his tongue around the invading digit and whining softly in the back of his throat as Seto fucked him even harder from behind . Marik bit his own lip past the point of pain to keep from coming instantaneously from the unbelievable sensations, combined with visuals beyond what his imagination had ever conjured for him. This was indeed heavenly. "How does it feel to be inside of him, Seto? Describe it to me."

The brunet lifted his head with a muted groan and stared down at Joey, intently focused on observing the leisurely slide of his engorged member as it disappeared inside the snug embrace of the blond's writhing body. "He's so tight. So hot and tight."

Joey whimpered and fell onto his forearms as Seto gave an especially hard push, speeding up his pace to accommodate their mounting passion. The tension in both heaving figures increased palpably as Joey rested his flushed face against Marik's thigh, gasping and pressing his own body back to meet the brunet's rougher thrusts. Marik took the opportunity to shift himself further down on the bed, reaching out to grasp Joey's chin firmly. He gave a slight tug to help focus the other blond's scattered attention and indicated his own neglected arousal. "Suck me," he ordered breathily.

Reacting somewhat predictably, Joey jerked his head away sharply, obstinancy clouding his face yet again. Marik rolled his eyes and tried not to curse in frustration. Growling from deep within his chest, Seto draped his long torso across Joey's back and murmured softly against one shoulder, "Do it." Marik nodded his encouragement and butted his cock up against the underside of Joey's chin, one hand surreptitiously slipping beneath the pillows to wrap around the handle of the Millennium Rod, just in case.

Joey darted his eyes back toward Seto uncertainly and tried to move away again, muttering a quiet but firm, "No."

As Marik prepared to employ magic in order to do away with this maddening resistance, Seto once again pre-empted his master's actions by whispering in a sultry voice, "Come on, Joey; just open your mouth. Trust me."

Joey sighed and brushed his lips gently across the head of Marik's cock as he begged, "Only if you touch me. Please, Seto..." The taller boy chuckled to himself and graciously complied with the request, wrapping one long-fingered hand around the blond's unattended erection and pumping his fist harshly to match the rapid and erratic jerking of his hips against Joey's buttocks. He tangled his free hand in mussed golden hair and insistently pressed Joey's face toward the other teen's eager groin. Marik was allowed one brief second for his mind to register the troubling fact that they were now apparently listening to each other instead of HIM, before a moist heat enveloped his aching member and all thoughts on this new and unexpected development flew out the window.

This was just too much. As Seto held the blond's head immobile, Marik thrust upward fiercely, burying his cock down Joey's throat, unmindful of the outraged coughing and sputtering he received in response. He had a single goal in mind at this point, and while he languidly watched Seto pound furiously into Joey, all he could do was give himself over to pure sensory input as a deliciously hot tongue and firm lips dragged him inexorably toward blinding fulfillment.

Marik dug his fingers into the soft mattress below him, his release building to a near painful peak as he fucked Joey's mouth ruthlessly. He was weary of prolonging this delightful scenario, and wanted his first orgasm out of the way so he could move on to further heights of pleasure and degradation. His ambition for perversion knew no bounds, and after he'd had a brief rest, perhaps he would fuck the delectable blond himself, forcing Seto to watch, denied even a simple taste or a touch. Or maybe... he'd release the arrogant brunet from the influence of the Rod and bind him to the bed, rejoicing in his struggles and curses as he ordered little Joey to torment him mercilessly, repeatedly bringing his longtime rival to the edge of bliss and back again. Or even better yet, he could take the Millennium Rod and --

Marik's lust-frenzied train of thought was broken when Joey suddently froze in the midst of his pleasure, tossing his head back forcefully as his body contorted and shuddered in ecstasy. Marik's enorged length slid wetly from between the blond's parted lips, and the baffled Egyptian could only gape in astonishment and dismayed confusion as Joey cried out loudly, "AHHHH! God, Seto!!" Breathing heavily, the exhausted teenager collapsed forward in a boneless heap across Marik's lap.

Wait just a minute. He hadn't given permission for Joey to --

"FUCK!! Joey, YESSS!!" Seto's fingers gripped the sides of the blond's hips with bruising intensity as he arched backwards, every muscle in his body spasming fiercely as he spilled his essence deep within the panting, sated form below.

This couldn't be happening. It was impossible. Biting off the variety of angry expletives that had sprung to mind, Marik scrabbled for the Millennium Rod with trembling fingers, pulling it from its hiding place and wielding it imperiously over the two weary, satisfied teens. With his free hand, he grasped a handful of sweaty blond hair and roughly tilted Joey's face up to meet his own. "Finish me," he grated out in a threatening voice as he brought his will to bear on the other boy's tired and slightly unfocused amber gaze.

Joey narrowed his eyes dangerously and swatted Marik's hand away in irritation. "Get bent, ya freak."

Seto snorted loudly and gently disengaged his spent member from Joey's body. "Couldn't have said it better myself." After pausing for a few moments to catch their respective breath, both boys climbed off the bed and began to lazily search through the scattered assortment of clothing that littered the floor around them.

"What's the meaning of this??" Marik screeched in fury and indignation, his eyes darting frantically between his two uncooperative mind slaves. He didn't understand what was going on. He'd been so close...

Wincing slightly, Joey tugged his jeans up over his hips and inclined his head toward the taller teen. "Give him the short version, Seto."

The brunet looked up from buckling a leather strap around his bicep and rolled his eyes impatiently. He spoke in a clipped, no nonsense voice, "Your little toy doesn't work on either of us, 'Namu'. I've been wondering what the hell you were up to on my ship and this seemed like a perfect opportunity to find out." Hands on his hips, Seto strode over to stand next to the bed and sneer disdainfully down at the bewildered Marik. "Apparently, I've overestimated you from the very beginning. I'd have thought you could come up with bigger and better plans for the Millennium Rod, after going to all the trouble of stealing it in the first place. Really, using it just to give yourself a cheap thrill? That's rather pathetic when you stop to think about it. Where's your ambition?" He shrugged his long coat over his shoulders and turned back to Joey. "Does that about sum it up?"

Joey pulled his shirt over his head and ran his fingers lightly through his messy hair. "Pretty much." He indicated the Rod that the Egyptian still held in a white-knuckled grip. "A word of advice though, Marik. You might wanna stash that thing someplace else besides behind your back."

Marik's jaw dropped open in shock. "You mean you knew that I was-- ?"

"Gimme some credit here," Joey said in exasperation, his eyebrows climbing his forehead in feigned consternation. "Not everybody's eyes are riveted on those duels, y'know. Especially not when the whole thing's been rigged in the first place." He sent the arrogant CEO at his side a sunny, admiring grin. "Besides, no one over the age of ten falls for shit like that."

Seto nodded his agreement. "Take care of that Rod, Marik. It's rightfully mine, and I'll be wanting it back someday very soon. Seth may have fucked up his chance for power with his insane jealousy of the pharaoh, but don't think for a second that I'm going to make the same mistake."

"But you were-- ! This whole time it was-- ! You didn't-- !"

Joey smirked as he knelt down to tie the laces on his worn sneakers. "I think we fried his brain, Seto. Totally understandable, of course." He stood up, lazily stretching his arms over his head and giving the taller boy a smoldering glance out of the corner of his eye. "YOU were amazin', just like always."

A smug look of triumph took up residence on Seto's face as reached down and grabbed a handful of Joey's t-shirt, pulling the blond tightly against his chest and pressing their mouths together in a lengthy and passionate kiss. When they at last broke apart again, Seto trailed his teeth across Joey's jaw, nipping lightly at the smaller boy's chin as he purred, "I could say the same for you, Pup. That whole 'timid virgin' act was brilliant. We simply HAVE to do that again some time." He licked his lips slowly and smiled lecherously down at his partner in deception. "I don't recall you being anywhere near that hesitant the first time around."

Shrugging nonchalantly, Joey wriggled out of Seto's grasp and smoothed his rumpled shirt. "What can I say? I know what I like. Honestly though, you coulda gone a little easier on me; it's not like you're hard up for it, or anything. I'm gonna be sore for a week and it's all your fault. How the hell am I supposed to put Yami off for that long, huh? You know he already suspects something..."

Seto barked out an incredulous laugh. "You're criticizing my performance? You realize that I'm not the one who broke character repeatedly, don't you? Besides, I'll make sure the pharaoh is kept sufficiently preoccupied with the tournament to bother with nosing around about us. He'll be far too tired to sample your... obvious delights."

Joey nodded distractedly, his mind already calculating the truth of this statement and making plans far into the future. "I just don't want you to get your panties in a wad over it, Kaiba. I wasn't criticizin' your perfromance or anything, obviously. I know all too well how you can't stand hearin' about your own fuck ups. I mean, I like a little role playin' as much as the next guy, but I ain't above 'breakin' character' to save my own ass. Heh. Literally, in this case. Not that it did any good..."

Seto's face flushed an alarming shade of red at the blond's not-so-subtle jibes. He clenched and unclenched his fists rhythmically as he advanced on the smaller boy, his teeth bared in a frightening parody of a smile. "Now look here, Mutt..." he ground out in a deathly quiet voice.

Marik dazedly tuned out the rest of their bickering as his mind scrambled desperately to catch up with recent events. He belatedly realized he was still reclining on the bed completely naked, and he jerked angrily at the dark silk sheets, draping them haphazardly over his body to conceal his nudity. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, followed by briefly observing the other two teenagers insult each other and scarcely back down from exchanging blows several times, Marik felt calm enough to comfront them with his unanswered questions. He held up one hand to interrupt the escalating argument and asked quietly, "Just answer me one thing, Kaiba. This entire ridiculous tournament, the airship, the god cards... What exactly are you after?"

The brunet shot him his most scathing glare, reserved only for the densest of fools he suffered to allow in his presence. "Please. The god cards are just a front. There's no real power to be won from a card game, Marik. Get real. As for my true goals... that's really none of your business." Seto fastened the last gauntlet around his wrist and turned swiftly, his coat flaring out behind him dramatically. He pressed a button on the blinking panel situated next to the door, and it slid open with a low, audible hum. Seto paused inside the entrance, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe. "Let's go, Joey."

Marik shook his head in defeated admiration as the brunet stepped into the corridor, Joey close at his back. Before Seto could retreat out of earshot, Marik called out, "You really have everyone fooled, don't you, Kaiba?"

Seto didn't deign to answer, his boot heels making a muffled clacking sound on the metal floor as he walked away without a backwards glance. Joey, however, halted his own steps just outside the door and turned to regard Marik with a frank, assessing stare. Tossing a sly wink over one shoulder, he murmured in a low voice, "Not quite everyone." Flashing Marik a final, blindingly bright smile, Joey jogged down the narrow hallway, hurrying to catch up with his lover.

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the end

End Notes: Portions of the plotline (what plotline?) for this story are heavily derivative of a threesome themed FMA fic I read some time ago. Unfortunately, I've managed to dig up only the text of the original from my various folders, and have thus far been unsuccessful in locating either the title or the name of the author, despite my avid searching of the great interweb. If any of the above sounds even slightly familiar to you, please contact me at WhosJeebus@aol.com, so that I can continue attempting to track down the brilliant writer, and either glomp her repeatedly, or grovel at her feet for forgiveness. Thankee.