We Gonna Do This?

We Gonna Do This?

Summary: A Marik/Seto fic for one of my fans.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-gi-oh. Damn it.
Warning:
Author’s Note: For Black Ice. This has nothing to do with “Velvet” the story which at this point I am not continuing. Don’t start none, won’t be none.

This story is also a celebration of passing 1000 reviews total! I saw the number today and was amazed that many people had even ever bothered to review any of my stories ever! I want to thank you all so much! And I actually...owe it all to the YGO fandom. If I’d never started writing here I would have never experienced the pleasure of writing so much and reading so many great stories and just interacting with such a great group of authors and reviewers! You girls (and guys if you’re out there) are really some of the best and I just want to THANK YOU ALL!

Also...I swear this is about Marik and Seto. I promise!

****

It had nothing to do with logic. Or numbers. Or maximum investment potential or any of the other business bullshit he’d studied to keep himself afloat. It didn’t even have to deal with all the natural selection shit they were currently learning in biology. Everything about the situation defied logic and reason and everything...

And Seto Kaiba was going to do his damndest to ignore it.

Ignore what exactly? Nothing much except for his infantile, hormone driven attraction to his older brother’s idiotic, delinquent friend.

Otherwise known as Marik Ishtar.

The ice eyed brunette closed his locker and made sure he had everything he needed before he headed off for today. He started walking for the school entrance when he felt someone beside him.

“I saw him.”

“Shut up Yugi, I don’t care.” he paused, then gripped his bag. “What was he doing?”

“Hanging out with my big brother and Akefia and your brother. I think they were all going to go out tonight.” Yugi sighed. “I wish I could go...”

“No you don’t.” Seto kept his words clipped. He knew enough about Seth’s escapades and was loathe to repeat some of them. They’d make a nun’s ears bleed. The debauchery, the mischief, the sometimes plain thuggery...

He hated his brother for it, but when he thought about Marik and all the things he probably did as well...it just got his heart beating that much faster.

“You’re doing it again.”

Seto opened the limo door, looking at Yugi. “What?”

“Doing that blushing zombie thing. What’s so great about Marik anyway?” Yugi got in and Seto glared at him.

“We’re not talking about him. He’s an ass. I heard he stole all the freshmen girls’ underwear while they were in gym and hung them on the fence on the roof.”

Yugi shrugged. “So what.”

The driver started up the car and the young CEO opened the mini fridge to retrieve a can of soda, one of which he tossed to the smaller teen.

“...And he makes fun of me all the time.”

“Well...you are a cold hearted...calculating...computer like -I like you just fine. At least they don’t make fun of you as much as they make fun of Yami.” Yugi giggled. “Akefia-chan is so mean...” The spike haired teen bit his lip and giggled, thinking of the other boy. “He’s so much nicer than Bakura.”

“Bakura’s a copy cat. Malik is a copy cat. Terror of the sophomore class...” Seto looked at his nails. “Is Ryou meeting us later to do homework?”

“Ah, no. Bakura got him grounded some how. Again.”

They both shook their heads. Twins were troublesome.

“And Seto, I can’t stay all that long because Yami wants to ‘do’ something with me again.”

“Ah, bonding.”

Yugi rolled his eyes. “You should hear him, ‘Aibou, let’s spend some time together. Just you and me! We could put together a puzzle or watch movies!” The boy frowned. “He’s super clingy and if he weren’t my twin...I’d ditch him too...”

****

Yami Motou sneezed and Ryou looked at him, looking over the student council minutes. As secretary it was his job to sit and go over important points with the president even though the meeting was long over and Yami wasn’t talking about school business anymore.

He was talking about Yugi.

“I just don’t know Ryou...how do you and Bakura stay so close?”

“I yell at him and beat him with a pillow and he calls me a prude and cuts holes in my sheets. I don’t know. I think it’s just we make it work because Dad’s a zillion miles away.” The white haired boy closed his binder and pushed up his glasses. “Why don’t you just ...let Yugi free for a little while. He’ll come back or even better, talk to Atemu about this. He’s your brother, he’ll know.”

Yami huffed. “Yeah right...he’s too busy cuddling up with his new boyfriend. That college guy... Dartz what’s his face...”

Ryou’s eyes widened. “Peg-chan’s brother?”

Yami frowned. “Yeah, ‘Peg-chan’.”

The brown eyed boy gave a diplomatic smile. “You know Pegasus doesn’t mean all that stuff he says. You know how the seniors are.”

The spike haired teen fixed his friend with a gaze. “You don’t think I’m a geek do you?”

“No. Why would I? We’re friends Yami. I just think you should go with the flow more often. I do the same things you do and people don’t call me names.”

“Because you have Malik and Bakura ready to go psycho for you...” the boy sighed and put his head down. “Maybe I should call Yugi and tell him he can go ahead and hang out...”

Ryou stood, smoothing his uniform. “Do that. I’ll be at home putting shaving cream in my brother’s shoes.”

The boy waved good bye and Yami got out his cell phone.

****

Marik hated waiting. He hated it. Which was why he hated the school day, or just the day period. It felt like he was waiting all day long, just for the sun to go down, just so he could go hang out under the cover of darkness and hang out with his friends.

When they’d all gone to grade school and middle school, hell, even for the most of highschool, none of them had really been friends, but it was the realization of Junior year and a glaring distaste for underclassmen that had brought them together.

Well that...and the fact that Seth and Pegasus could score alcohol almost anytime they wanted.

Oh yeah, and the groupies.

Marik leaned back against the car, not caring that Otogi was doing his best to feel him up. Night’s like these the wannabes always hung around. Pathetic followers who wanted to be bad. He looked over to where people were sitting on the grass and saw Keith arriving with his brother Raphael.

“Hey.”

The Egyptian smiled at his friend. “Akefia, what are we doing tonight?”

“Ditching these little ones and heading for something more fun.” The scarred teen looked at Otogi and jerked his thumb. The raven haired freshmen got out of there, hightailing it back over to where his other friends sat.

“Seen Atemu?”

Marik shook his head. “With Dartz?”

They gave a groan and watched Pegasus flirt his way between Raphael and Keith, handing them both beers and smiling seductively.

Akefia grinned. “I’ll bet they share him.”

“That’s nasty...interesting, but nasty.” Marik pointed to Jou who was smoking alone, surrounded by some girls and a peeved looking Varon. “That Junior, Jou. He’s interesting.”

“Hn...ten bucks says he’s just leading that freshman on.”

“Twenty says he’s playing both him and Honda and the big chested blond.”

Marik laughed and took the cigarette from his friend. “Here come the Brothers.”

The volume went up considerably in the abandoned field as Bakura and Malik came on the scene. The energetic blond said hi to everyone, catching up and hanging out all at once, eventually making his way over to where his brother was. Scowling good naturedly with him of course was Bakura, with a six pack, which Akefia took.

“Thought you’d be here earlier? Did Ryou cook?”

Bakura just growled and Malik laughed, hanging on the boy’s arm. “Ryou totally put shaving creme in every article of Bakura’s clothing he could find!” He kissed Bakura’s cheek. “Doesn’t he look hot in these clothes?”

“They’re mine.” Marik pointed out.

“So?” Malik stuck his tongue out and hugged the white haired malcontent around the neck. “My hotness.”

Akefia just grinned as Bakura just seemed to get more pissed off. “I told you not to make Ryou mad.”

“You grounded him!”

“No, I grounded you. You told Ryou I grounded him. You’re an awful liar. You’re grounded when we get back home.”

“You’re not the boss.” Bakura snarled.

Akefia’s look became dangerous. “I think we know otherwise.”

The situation got tense and Malik kicked Akefia in the shin. “Asshole! You’re just mean!”

Akefia gave a growl and Marik shook his head. “Seth’s here.”

The rich boy pulled up in his convertible and put his hands in the air. “What the fuck! Let’s go!” he called.

The all got in, Malik running his hand down both Akefia and Bakra’s thigh as he sat between them. “Mmm, double hotness...”

Marik just laughed. “Let’s go.”

****

Noa was trying to watch the movie. It was interesting and he’d brought it over because neither of them had seen it.

But it was really hard to concentrate when Mokuba was whining in your ear every five seconds.

“Noa...pay attention to me...Noa!”

“Damn it Mokuba! I’m trying to watched the movie!”


The raven haired boy’s mouth dropped open and he pulled away from Noa, untwining their arms and crossing his own. He stared at the screen and set his jaw.

“It’s not my fault if you want to be a bitch, I want to watch the god damn movie.”

“I thought you were coming over to see me!” he whined.

“I see you every day!” the mint haired boy countered. “God, ever since I said I’d be boyfriends with you you’re all clingy!” he stopped the DVD. “Ever try not calling every five seconds to see if I’m still breathing? People are talking!”

Mokuba’s face fell and tears came into his eyes. “I thought you liked me...”

“I do like you...are you going to cry again?” Noa got up and shoved his hands in his jeans. “Look, if you’re gonna be this way, I’m going. I haven’t even done my homework yet.”

Mokuba stood up. “Well sorry.” He got the DVD out and put it in its case, giving it to the other boy. “Your’re free then.”

Noa took the DVD and stared at Mokuba. He stepped close and wiped the tears out of his eyes. “We’re like thirteen, it’s not that serious -.”

“It is to me!” he whispered harshly.

Noa kissed him. “Look, I’ll call you later.”

“Don’t bother. I won’t answer -.”

“Yes you will.” He kissed Mokuba again and the other boy wrapped his arms around him. They were getting pretty into it before someone interrupted.

“Ryou! SHOTA ALERT!”

Ryou began making siren sounds and Noa turned, furious. “It’s not SHOTA! We’re the same age!”

Yugi just shook his head. “Wait till Seto hears about this one Mokuba! Why are you wearing those indecent shorts?”

The boy turned pink and pulled down his shirt, Noa rolling his eyes.

“I will never know what Dartz sees in you Motou’s.” he muttered, passing them, Mokuba in tow.

Ryou giggled as Seto arrived too late.

“What was that?”

“Kiddie porn.” Yugi winked. “I don’t have to go home with Yami.”

Ryou grinned. “And as you can see, I’m ungrounded.”

Seto rolled his eyes. “No. I have work.”

“It’s just dancing!” Yugi cried. “We’ll come back before one!”

Seto started to walk away. “I refuse. All you two ever want to do is dress me in something tight and ridiculous and then I just wind up standing inva corner all night being hit on my losers!”

Yugi grinned. “Not tonight...” He ran up behind Seto, grabbing and arm, Ryou doing the same. “We’ve got him Ryou. Run for it!”

“What?! No!” but it was too late for Seto.

Two hours later, Seto grimaced as his hair was full of something to keep it in place and his body was covered with something that passed for clothing. He closed his eyes and sighed in defeat as his elbow was taken and he was dragged into the club, his hands trying to cover the “decorative” rips in the lower half of his too tight black shirt and wondering why it was necessary to even wear an “under garment” when the straps of his thong (thanks Yugi-chan! NOT!) Could be seen by everyone thanks to these awful low rider jeans.

He felt positively near naked but appeared to be handling it well as he was turning red nearly as much as he had been when he’d first put the out fit on and he was cussing nearly as much as he had been when Yugi put the eye liner on or when Ryou got glitter happy and put some on his cheek bones.

It’ll look hot! the impish albino had chirped, his own sleeveless shirt not quite making it past his belly button.

He followed them, thinking that Yugi did look very fetching in a blood red tank top and black jeans, the gold snake arm band giving him just the right look.

They’d all gotten made up. With the right make up and hair tricks, Ryou and Yugi looked edgier, almost parallels to their older brothers, but Seto didn’t want to think of that right now as he was being pulled down to a random table by his excited friends.

“There are SO many people here!” Yugi beamed. “Isn’t this GREAT?”

Ryou nodded, his usually fluffy, cute hair a little spiky and wild, making him look feral. “We should go dance now!”

“What?” Yugi and Seto chorused.

“I SAID WE SHOULD GO DANCE!” Ryou yelled, just as the song cut off for the switch.

Everyone turned and looked at them and Ryou blew them kisses. “I like to be loud.” He said and everyone ignored them again.

Seto could have died. He wanted to die. Why wasn’t he dead? Why wasn’t he safe at home doing projections or firing people or something?

His hip was bumped and Ryou pulled him close, grinning and beginning to dance with him.

“Dance Seto!” he said in his ear, laughing.

He didn’t feel much like dancing and he looked around for Yugi to see the Chibi getting loose on the dance floor with someone...

He felt Ryou’s hands tease up his chest and he just turned red, stopping the motion. The white haired boy pouted and turned, dancing with his body against him instead.

Ryou always acted this way when they were out together. The few times he was out. And Ryou was there. Not when they were “together” because they weren’t.

An idea smacked Seto in the face.

Oh god...Ryou likes me...is that why...

Seto was smart but he could be slow and Ryou was turned back around, his hands laced around the boy’s neck, a seductive look in his eyes.

“Ryou, hey, I’m going to go sit down.”

“What? Seto, come on and dance!”

He disentangled the white haired teen from him and traced his way back to the table, which was now occupied. He decided to go with an old favorite and found a nice corner to stand in while he contemplated his obliviousness.

Yugi noticed Seto leaving and went to Ryou. “What’s up? It didn’t work?”

“It never does...I don’t think he likes me.”

Yugi took his friend’s hand and danced with him. “It’ll be alright. Yami likes you.”

Ryou made a face and they laughed, starting to dance to a new song.

****

Marik and Akefia crossed their arms as they watched Bakura and Malik make out in the back seat.

“Should we tell them we’re here?”

“Ten bucks says they do it.” Akefia grinned.

“Not in my car.” Seth leaned over the side and slapped Bakura in the back of the head. “Times up. Let’s go!”

Bakura just turned and looked at the Kaiba like he was insane, Malik blinking in confusion as to why the loving had stopped. He smacked Bakura’s cheek lightly.

“Kiss kiss!” he said, Bakura scowling and getting out of the car. Malik scrambled after him, pulling his clothes into place. Not that he was fully clothed at all anyway.

Akefia and Marik were already heading for the club and their counterparts followed, Seth setting the alarm on his car.

Once inside, Malik immediately pulled Bakura to the dance floor, forgetting to check in with his older brother as to when they’d be leaving.

**

Yugi tossed his arms into the air and danced, heedless of the person he pumped into.

“Watch -Yugi?”

The boy turned around, smiling and he suddenly pulled at his too short tank top. “Akefia. Um...hey. How are you?”

The scarred boy narrowed his eyes and leaned back to look at Yugi. “How’d you get in?”

“Um...that is a very good story. You see I was on my way to the uh...library and -.”

Ryou bumped into Yugi, about to ask him for another dance when he saw Akefia and paled. “Hi...big brother...”

Akefia crossed his arms. “And you’re all studying right? Here. At the library?”

Yugi and Ryou gave their best “we’re innocent” smiles to no avail. Akefia shook his head and took Yugi’s hand. “You wanna dance Chibi?”

“Okay?” he looked at Ryou and shrugged, Ryou smiling and dancing by himself.

The white haired boy noticed his twin standing with Malik over near the bar and shook his head. Bakura never got punished for anything.

**

Seto rubbed his chin. It wasn’t that Ryou wasn’t nice and all he just didn’t like him like that. A shadow darkened his corner a bit more and Seto frowned. This had to be the fifth guy tonight. Damn Yugi and Ryou for their sexy clothing.

“It’s the Ice Prince.”

The brunette’s head snapped up to see Marik smirking at him. “You.”

“How venomous. The Chibi’s must be here if you’re running around here. Nice shirt.”

Seto balled up his fists. “I don’t have time for this!” he walked past Marik about to leave when Marik spoke up again.

“Wonder what Seth’ll say when he sees you in that?”

Damn you Ishtar!

“Damn you Ishtar!” he said outloud. If he got caught in this his brother would never let him live it down. NEVER.

Marik turned and looked Seto over. “It is...a nice shirt...” His eyes strayed lower and lower, lips curling into a smile again as he reached forward and hooked his finger in the thong strap. “Pull cord for your parachute?”

Seto Kaiba was the darkest shade of red the Egyptian had ever seen. He didn’t mean to give him a heart attack, he was just teasing. He let him go and patted his head.

“Relax Kaiba. I ain’t gonna tell your brat of a brother...where is that asshole anyway?”

Kaiba was barely functioning but he managed. “I haven’t...seen him.”

“Hn.” Marik shrugged and disappeared again, Seto retreating to the corner again, trying to reboot.

On the dance floor, Yugi giggled and slapped Akefia’s hand off his thigh. “I said stop.”

Akefia shrugged. “Can’t help it, been drinkin’.” He leaned down and tickled under Yugi’s chin. “You should ah...come outside with me.”

Yugi blushed, still dancing with him. “I dunno...”

“It’ll be fun.”

“I dunno...did Atemu come?”

“Nah.” He trailed his fingers over Yugi’s arm. “Just wanna talk.”

“You never want to talk...I know your story.”

Akefia shrugged. “Atemu thinks it’d be nice if you had another friend. I’ll be your friend.”

Yugi blushed, looking away. “Yeah, for tonight.”

“You a virgin?”

Yugi shrugged and danced, Akefia’s curiosity peaked. “Who?”

The boy shrugged and danced away, the white haired boy following obediently.


Marik made his way back through the crowd, pissed off because he couldn’t find Seth. The bastard was holding his cell phone and -Hey...

He saw Seto doing his best to weave his way through the crowded place, smacking away stray hands and growling at people. He crossed his arms and smiled. All the Chibis were the same. Despite Seto’s cold performance, he was cute and afraid just like the other two. Malik was hyper and cute, but a Chibi all the same.

He shoved his sun glasses back in place in his golden spikes and sauntered over, his black boots making no sound in the loudness of the club. He tapped Seto’s shoulder and was almost punched in the face. The boy froze and Marik ushered him out, getting Seto outside, where he presumed the boy was trying to go before he got caught in the Grab-Ass tornado that was the club.

Once outside and into the parking lot, Marik lit up a cigarette and held his hand out to Seto.

“Gimme your cell.”

Seto just stared at him and Marik reached for him, digging his hand in the tight pocket to fish out the cell phone, Seto going beet red realizing Marik’s hand was all down his back pocket, essentially grabbing his ass, but not really.

He could have died. He should have. Instead, he remembered to brief and stood there watching Marik smoke and growl into his cell phone at Seth who apparently, had left the club entirely to go do something else.

Marik cursed and was about to smash Seto’s phone into the ground when he noticed the boy still standing there, staring.

“What the fuck are you staring at?!” he barked. “Your fuck tard of a brother can’t keep his dick in his pants and is off with some whore he met five minutes in! He’s got my fuckin’ phone! What if Malik needs me or Ishizu calls!”

Seto just blinked. “...you can have...mine?”

“We don’t even have a ride now...fuckin’ Kaiba...”

The young CEO just stood there, wondering why Marik was so upset. “We can get a cab.”

“Who’s got money Kid?”

“...I...do.”

Marik looked at him. “Oh yeah?” He flipped down his sunglasses. “Yeah.”

“Leaving now?”

“Nah, I wanna bitch more.”

Seto’s phone vibrated in Marik’s hand and the boy answered. “What?” He gave the phone to Seto. “It’s Ryou.”

Seto took it, finding it hard to look away from Marik as he barely spoke into the phone.

“Yeah...okay...okay...I don’t know...okay...” the phone hung up, Seto startled by the display light. Marik looked at him, tapping ash off his cigarette.

“Seto, you know I fuck your brother right?”

Seto’s heart thumped then died.

“Yes.” He ground out. That really hadn’t stopped the youth from lusting after -from admiring -from observing the older teen.

“I’m not into that.... ‘sharing’ shit like you crazy rich people. I don’t do that. Get me?”

Seto just stared at him then looked away, putting his cell phone back in his pocket. “I have to go find Yugi.”

He walked off but Marik grabbed his arm. “Gimme your cell phone.”

Seto handed it over and walked away.

**

Akefia pulled up his jeans, catching his breath while he listened to Yugi run water at the many sinks in the bathroom. He came out, grinning in the mirror.

“Yami know you can do that?”

Yugi gave a mischievous look over his shoulder and grabbed some paper towels. “He doesn’t need to know.”

Akefia grinned more, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You should come by tonight.”

“Should I now?” the boy leaned against the counter, frowning as more people came into the bathroom. He saw Malik.

“What?”

“We’re leaving. Seth bailed and Ryou’s calling a cab. Me and ‘kura are heading off already. Okay?” He looked at Akefia mainly.

“Whatever.”

The blond left and Akefia shrugged. “Coming over?”

“Maybe.” Yugi walked out, knowing Akefia was right at his heels.

**

Seto let Ryou hang on his arm as the boy dialed, the young CEO a little worried about the alcoholic smell coming off the boy but not caring enough to say so. He stood against the wall with Ryou pressing into him, glaring at Marik who was still in the distance on his cell phone.

He’d known so he shouldn’t be upset. But still, he was.

Ryou hung up and hiccupped, looking up at Seto. “Seto?”

“What’s wrong?”

The boy looked like he was going to cry. “I drank too much and danced with a shirtless guy.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Me too.” he whimpered, promptly leaning over away from Seto and throwing up.

Seto held his hair and shook his head when Akefia gave him a questioning look. Yugi came over and rubbed Ryou’s back.

“Seto! Why weren’t you watching! You know Ryou has a problem holding his liquor!”

The brunette just rolled his eyes. This was another reason he was loathe to come out with Yugi and Ryou. They didn’t look it, but Ryou could drink Malik under the table (and still throw up later) and Yugi could out whore him, which seemed implausible, but it was true.

“Yugi, cab.” Akefia called.

Yugi looked up and smiled, abandoning Ryou for his brother, giving a brief wave before they both left.

So Seto remained, telling Ryou to stay put while he went inside to get bottle water. He gave it to Ryou and let the boy clean his mouth, emotionless when Marik came back over and gave him his cell phone.

“When’s the other cab coming?”

“Soon.”

Ryou latched onto Marik and they all waited. When the cab came, they got inside, Marik leaning a now sleeping Ryou against the window and lighting up again. Seto made sure he put enough distance between them as he could, leaning into the window like the view was the best damn thing ever.

They reached Ryou’s and Akefia and Bakura were there to get the doe eyed Chibi, muttering thanks to Marik and disappearing. Next they got to the Ishtar’s where Marik shoved Seto out of the car.

“I’ll drive you. Pay this guy.”

Seto paid him, still very upset, but wanting the night to be over. He followed Marik and waited for him to pull out his motorcycle. He got on without a word and let the Egyptian drive him home.

When they reached the gates of the extensive Kaiba mansion Seto noticed Marik preparing to go inside and frowned, figuring he was going to talk with Seth.

He let Marik follow him in and decided he’d just go to his room, shower and go to sleep. He didn’t want to think about it anymore.

He opened his room door and was going to close it when it was pushed back open. A mouth came down on his and fingers slid under his shirt, snagging in the rips.

He pushed Marik away. “What are you doing?”

Marik ran his hands through his hair. “...I thought you wanted to?”

“You’re with my brother.”

“Nah, I just fuck him sometimes. I told him I quit though. So you wanna do this thing or not?”

Seto’s eye twitched. What the hell was this?

“No I do want to ‘do this’! I’m not a whore!”

“Good. I don’t want one. I’ll date if you want.” Marik shrugged and tried to kiss Seto again only to be rejected.

“Get out of my room!”

“Well...where am I gonna sleep Chibi?”

Seto was outraged. “I am NOT a Chibi! Do I look like Yugi?! Or Ryou!?”

Marik stepped inside and closed the door. “Where’s the bathroom? I need to take a fuckin’ shower...”

Seto just stood there, his mouth working, no sound coming out as Marik strolled into his room and made himself at home.

What the hell was going on?!


An hour and a half later, Seto was showered and changed into royal blue pajamas.

And Marik was still in his room. Lounging. In a pair of his black silk boxers. Eating out of his mini fridge.

“It’s only one thirty. Going to sleep?”

“Why are you wearing my -.” Seto stopped himself. “Alright. We have spare bedrooms on every floor, please go find one.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve been here before. You ever done it on the pool table? That’s good shit...” Marik finished his snack and put out his cigarette, sauntering over to the bed. “You’ll come around.”

He got on the bed and leaned against the multitude of pillows, tossing away those he didn’t need. He patted his lap and grinned. “Come ride the beast!”

“You...” Seto growled.

“You fuckin’ love me. I know you do.” He looked at Seto a little longer, his expression softening. “I didn’t hurt you earlier when I said that stuff at the club did I? I just wanted to see how much you liked me.”

The brunette savagely batted extra pillows away then made a barrier of them so he could lay down. “If you stay in here you stay on your fucking side and if you touch me you’re going to jail!”

“Right...” Marik drawled, crossing his legs and settling in. “Can I watch your tv?”

Seto got under the covers and was suddenly very tired and still mad. “Fuck you...” he mumbled, thinking it ridiculous that Ryou drank so much and quickly fell to sleep.

Marik watched him and turned out the lights. He tossed away the barrier pillows and got under the covers hovering close.

“Ne, Chibi?”

He didn’t get an answer and grinned in the dark. “Ne Chibi...” he whispered again, drawing closer.

He kissed Seto’s cheek. “You’re fuckin’ cute...I know that...I can wait to get in your pants...”

The brunette stirred, turning over in his sleep, waking a bit when he found impediment.

Marik could see the blush in the darkness and grinned. “Yeah...you’re a Chibi.”

Seto sat up and kissed Marik hard, forcing him away and heaping pillows between them.

“Now go away! Go to sleep!”

Marik chuckled and settle down. “Can we fuck in the morning then?”

He was hit in the face with a pillow and decided to quit.

His chibi was cute.

****

*Wow...that felt long and meandering...and it took hours to write because I kept getting distracted...I’ll have to do a better Marik/Seto only fic later.
*Thanks for reading this long as peice.
*Schwarzwald is tired.