Haven't We Done This?

Haven’t We Done This?

Summary: Sequel to “We Gonna Do This” 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.

For those of you confused last story, pairings went as follows: MalikBakura, AtemuDartz, AkefiaYugi, SetoMarik, NoaMokuba, Seth had no one, Ryou had no one, Yami had no one and I think other stuff was hinted at but meh...

NON-Meandering!

****

Seto wasn’t sure why Marik was in his bed when he woke up. He had’t been sure yesterday or the day before that or even two weeks ago when it’d all started but it still bothered him a little. After the initial night of telling Marik not to touch him and slapping him and cussing him out, the boy had stopped. Now he just lingered. He made the average pass at him, teased him to no end just so he’d turn colors, but other than that...

Marik just came home with him almost every night and hung out until they both went to bed. In his bed.

Everyone thought they were doing it.

They weren’t.

Everyone thought they were dating.

They weren’t...not really.

And Yugi kept wanting to know what Marik kissed like and Seto would have told him except...they hadn’t done that yet either.

Except for that first night. When he’d smacked him.

The brunette’s breathing increased considerably as he sat there at six a.m. watching Marik sleep by the eerie glow of his alarm clock. He swallowed hard and leaned in, wanting to, but not wanting to deal with the asshole-ness that’d come later. The teasing, the mocking, and everything else.

He liked Marik, he really did. He listened to his stories about ripping people off anf beating people up and it got him hot.

He’d never tell Marik that but he thought the other boy knew and that’s why Marik hung around. Sure, Marik still disappeared to go hang out with his brother and all those other delinquents (Seto was damn glad he inherited the company and not Seth) and sure, Marik was still threatened to get kicked out of school every other day but he had his good points. Many good points.

Like...his...ten point body...or his amazingly soft, gorgeous spiky blond hair that Seto wanted to dig his hands into right now and kiss the hell out of Marik -

The boy nearly had a heart attack as the alarm went off. He spun and smote it punishingly, clutching his chest. His heart was beating so damn fast it was criminal.

Marik muttered curses and sat up. “Shit...I gotta get home...”

Seto raked at his hair with his fingers. “Hurry up and leave already.”

Marik raised a sleepy eyebrow. “Like you don’t like me sleeping over. All you ever do is stay up all night watching. You beat off to me sleeping?”

“You’re disgusting!” Seto growled, getting up and storming into the shower. He wasn’t about to deal with this again.

Eevery morning it was insults and fighting and listening to Marik’s incredibly sex voice before he really woke up and started complaining about how he hadn’t done any homework and how the school day sucked and how it’d be better if Seto the just sucked him off and -

Seto was staring into the shower head his face red, his eyes glazed over. A smile adorned his face even as the spray hit him in the face and a giggle escaped his lips.

Marik...

****

Yugi cheered when the lunch bell rang and quickly made his way to the cafeteria. He quickly spotted his friends and squeezed his way in between Seto and Ryou, smacking down his lunch and sighing.

“I hate science! I hate it!”

Ryou smiled. “We know. Want some onigiri?”

“No...” Yugi looked at Seto and smiled. “You two do it yet?”

Seto rolled his eyes and scooted away. “You not do it yet?”

“Hey!” Yugi pouted, quickly recovering as the seniors came to sit down with them. He smiled at Akefia and the scarred teen winked at him, sitting down next to Marik who sat in front of Seto. Atemu came to sit down with Dartz in tow and they all got down to the business of eating, Pegasus coming late and spewing the latest gossip for everyone to hear.

“Where’s your brother Seto?” Akefia said between chips.

Seto shrugged. “I dunno...in a closet fucking?”

Pegasus smirked. “I doubt that. Yugi’s still here...”

“Hey!”

Atemu shook his head. “Pegasus, shut up.”

Yugi tossed his bangs out of his eyes. “I’m a social person ‘Maximillian’. But I think I’m ready to settle down!” He gave Akefia a meaningful look and the boy looked off, eating chips. “Where is Bakura anyway?”

“With Malik.” Marik watched Seto eat. “Do you hate your food Ice Chibi?”

Seto growled. “I am not a CHIBI!”

Marik laughed. “Sure you’re not.” He reached over and took the young CEO’s lunch. “Ah, this is good. Want to share?”

Seto was livid. Marik did this all the time. Why did he put up with this crap?

“Oh...I think he’s angry...” Atemu smiled. “Give his food back Marik.”

Ryou smiled. “Seto’s cute when he’s angry.” He looked at his friend. “I wouldn’t steal your lunch you know? I’d make one for you.”

The young CEO got up from the table and walked away leaving everyone puzzled.

Yugi sipped his drink. “He’s mad you guys...stop teasing him. He’s not like us.”

Pegasus shrugged. “Just say sorry later...it works with Seth...”

Ryou wasn’t convinced. “I dunno...this happened once in sixth grade and Seto didn’t talk to us till eighth grade...”

Yugi stole some of Akefia’s chips. “It’ll be okay...ne, Ake-chan?”

Akefia went pink and ducked his head, Marik clapping him on the back. “Ne, Ake-chan?”

“Shut up...” he growled, shoving the chip bag at Yugi.

****

Gym was soothing to Seto. Even though he hated it. He could run and scowl all he wanted, pound his frustrations into the track and after exhausting all his arguments come to the same conclusion:

Marik was super irritating. But hot.

He stopped on the track and decided to head inside, leaving the coach confused. He rarely participated in gym anyhow and when he did, it always shocked people.

He went to the showers and got re-dressed. He’d just go home for the day, maybe get some work done, maybe sleep without having Marik there to bother him.

Not that he minded...

He stood outside, waiting for his limo, thinking of all the near kisses and near cuddles he’d rejected even when Marik was being his nicest.

Mou...he really is nice...he’s nice to me...if he’d just stop being...If I’d stop being so...he’d kiss me...Mmmm...

Seto stood there, staring into space, his cheeks pink, his lips parted as he imagined the perfect kiss.

“So this is that zombie thing Yugi was telling me about.”

Seto snapped out of his day dream to see Marik in front of him on his motorcycle.

“Hn. I see you can’t skip school early enough!”

Marik grinned. “Heard you walked out on gym. Wanna go someplace?”

“Not with you. My limo’s coming.”

Marik just shrugged, looking at him. “...I thought you liked me Seto. What’s wrong? I’m being nice.”

Seto’s mouth worked but nothing came out. He clenched his fists and looked away with a snort. “Please. As if.”

“Malik teach you that one?”

“I don’t talk to Malik.”

“He not good enough for you either? But a drunk and a whore are?”

Seto growled. “Yugi and Ryou are my friends.”

“Yeah and Malik’s my brother.” He cut off the engine. “Maybe you’re just a tease Seto. It’d be a nice label for you.”

Golden eyes pierced into blue and Seto got uncomfortable. “Go away.”

“Come sit with me.”

The brunette gnawed at his bottom lip. He wanted to. So badly. Was he playing hard to get? What was he doing? His leg jerked and he took a step forward when he saw the limo out of the corner of his eye. Marik turned back.

“Guess the limo’s here.”

“I guess.” Seto was getting pissed off now. Stupid limo driver and his stupid on timeness. He turned and walked swiftly towards the limo, talking in the window.

Soon enough, the limo drove away and Seto just sort of went back to the curb, standing where he was. Marik looked at him, leaning on the handle bars.

“You fire that guy?”

“No.”

“Missed your limo.”

Seto just gripped the handle of his bag and pressed his lips together. Marik started his machine again and put up the kick stand. He was about to leave when Seto ran and got on behind him. Marik smiled and pulled away from the curb, speeding it down the street.

The Ishtar house was...nicer than he’d expected. Seto stood in the entryway clutching his bag, not sure what to do.

“Come on up. Watch the shoes.”

Seto slipped them off and followed Marik upstairs to his room. He didn’t cross the thresh hold of the door but instead stood outside, clutching his bag as he watched Marik toss his keys down and take off his school jacket. The Egyptian looked at him.

“What?”

“I...” his words died in his mouth.

“Come on in Seto. It’s cool.”

His room was neat. That was nice. He wondered how much time Marik spent here seeing as the boy had been crashing at his place lately. He briefly wondered what the nights were like here, if they acted like a normal family even though Malik was like a rabbit on crack. He felt Marik easing the bag out of his hand and to the floor and he just stood there looking a bit helpless.

“I said it’s cool.” He gripped Seto’s hand, threading the fingers together. “Ne?” He whispered.

Seto nodded, looking down and giving a nervous laugh. He stepped closer and tentatively put his hand on Marik’s chest, the shirt bunching under his grip. He turned red and tilted his face up, closing his eyes.

“So you just want me to kiss you? Just like that? I been trying to get in your pants for two weeks and dealing with your stubborn bullshit and now you just want me to kiss you?”

“Yes...” Seto whispered, leaning up.

“And you’re a virgin aren’t you? No ones even kissed you.”

Seto wasn’t going to keep his eyes closed much longer. “Yes.”

Marik looked him over, knowing this could go two ways, both with satisfying results. He could push Seto on his ass and throw him out and not get some...or he could forgive and forget and fuck.

The latter seemed much better.

“Tell you what...” He whispered to Seto. “You...” He whispered in his ear then, Seto’s face turning more colors, the boy gasping as Marik told him what he wanted done. Seto tried to step back, but Marik gripped his wrist.

“What? Don’t you want to kiss?”

Seto’s hand was a flash of lightning and he smacked Marik three, four, five times, yanking his wrist away and going for his bag. Marik grabbed him.

“Don’t leave, don’t leave, just kidding!”

“Yeah right! I’m not sucking you off! Not for a stupid kiss you asshole! You pervert! I can’t believe I came here -.”

Marik decided to shut him up and kissed him.

Seto stared at him, the kiss chaste and awkward, their noses bumping. He pulled back. “I don’t care, I’m still not -.”

Marik kissed him again, cupping his cheeks and pulling Seto towards the bed. They broke momentarily.

“Marik stop -Mmmm...” Seto put his knee up on the bed and followed Marik as he scooted back, cooperating when his jacket was pushed open and off. He figured he should stop this, that it wasn’t right...but it’d been two weeks.

Seto pulled away and began pulling up his shirt, Marik smirking.

“You’re easy.”

“I’m not easy!” Seto growled, face going red anyway. He pulled he shirt up and off, hugging himself when he was done. Marik smirked.

“Pants.”

Seto scooted off the bed and looked over his shoulder shyly for a moment before he got out of his pants, Marik’s pants already unbuttoned.

“Come on Seto, you can do better than that...” he purred. “I wanna see...”

The young CEO gritted his teeth. “K-kay...” he said softly, knowing by now there was no way to hide how much he wanted this. He hooked his thumbs in his boxers, laughing softly when he felt light kisses on his shoulders. Marik hugged him and nuzzled his neck.

“Go ahead...I wanna see.” Marik slid his hands in Seto’s boxers near his fingers and helped the boy take them off, swearing softly. “Hn...you’ve been holding out.”

Seto turned and got back on the bed, Marik running his tan hands up and down the expanse of Seto’s body. “You need a tan...” He whispered against his collar bone. “You’re pale baby...”

Seto nodded and moved his hands into Marik’s hair, panting as the combination of the boy’s kisses and this new experience got to him. Marik’s hair was soft and it smelled good...it was like gold...

“Ah...” he cried out, shifting his legs.

“You’re going to be a loud one too...” Marik leaned his head down and licked up Seto’s engorged manhood. “Can’t believe you Baby...”

“Marik...” he whimpered.

Marik didn’t waste anymore time and went down on him, taking him all the way in. Seto cried out, arching up and gripping the sheets like he was falling.

“MARIK!” he kicked, whining and pleading as his hips were held down. Seto’s eyes rolled back in his head and he swore he was dying it felt too good. He couldn’t think anymore, he was just moaning. His breath hitched and he felt it. He didn’t regularly relieve his needs like other teenage boys so he definitely needed this. He wanted this.

“Marik marik....” he moaned, bucking as it hit him. He gave a shout that tapered into a keening whine, thrusting up into the warmth wet of Marik’s mouth. When it was over, he could only breathe and let the last vestiges of moans escape from his mouth. He couldn’t move. He didn’t want to.

He felt lips on his and opened his mouth. Marik’s tongue flicked in and he tasted something else too, thick and salty a little and he knew it was himself. He wasn’t repulsed, he just wanted Marik more, closer. He leaned up and Marik pressed him down again.

“Heh, Seto...”

The brunette was flushed and spent from just that. He looked into Marik’s eyes and let his own slip closed, lips parted as he continued to try and catch his breath.

“Marik...” he breathed. “Want to?”

The Egyptian smirked. “Aren’t you articulate...Want to what?”

After a few moments, Seto pushed himself up on his hands, his hair falling into his eyes. He pushed it up and away with the heel of his palm, taking breaths. He glanced up at Marik and reached out to grip the t-shirt along his stomach He forced it up and leaned over, kissing the smooth tan surface.

“Uhn...fuck...”

Seto move closer and got Marik’s shirt off, kissing his shoulder and leaning against him, kissing his ear and nuzzling his face. “Marik...shitte kudasi...”

Marik felt drunk He nodded and slipped his fingers in Seto’s mouth. “Suck on these...”

Seto did as he was told, holding Marik’s wrist and drawing back to lick the digits and ease them back in his mouth, getting hard again, moaning over the appendages. Marik’s cock jumped in his pants and he realized they were impeding his progress. He forced the down near his knees and took his fingers out of Seto’s mouth, separating the boy’s knees and moving his hand below. Seto looked confused then cried out in surprise and pain as all three fingers were in him at once, no warning.

“STOP!” he cried, beginning to moan as Marik kept it up, searching for something. He found it and Seto cried out again, thrusting his hardness against Marik’s bare abdomen.

“You’ll like it...” he whispered soothingly. “Don’t cry now, it’s gonna hurt soon again.”

“Marik...” he whined.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you like it...”

He moved Seto over, told him to turn around and positioned him on his knees. Seto looked under and back, realizing that Marik was drawing close to him. “Marik?”

“Shhh...” the boy smoothed circles on his back and began to ease in.

“I want to stop!” Seto cried, panicking.

“Shhh I said...” Marik pushed his way in a little quicker, not too worried about Seto’s cries. He’d kiss away the tears later. “Relax Seto...”

“Kay...”

Marik grunted. Seto was a virgin. It almost felt like if he wasn’t careful, Seto would turn him into a eunich. He began to move slowly and Seto gripped the sheets as pain was being overcome by pleasure. He bit his lip and rocked back experimentally.

“That’s it...” Marik growled, beginning to pick up the pace. “Took too long for this...”

He smoothed his hand along Seto’s rear then smacked it, the boy crying out but pushing back again to meet him. “Never again, hear me Seto?”

“Yes!” the boy called, beginning to lose it. He whined and began pushing back harder, starting to pant.

“Marik...” he breathed.

Marik could feel the sensation building. He needed to finish but he wasn’t about to deal with Seto crying again. He was already halfway pounding into the boy and so far, no complaints. He drew out half way and slammed back in, Seto screaming.

“MARIK!”

“Yes...” he purred, doing it again.

Seto screamed again and Marik knew it was over for him. He slammed home again and let orgasm take him, thrusting wildly into the younger boy, head tossed back in bliss.

Gripping the covers, Seto was flushed again. It felt good, so good. He wanted to be with Marik like this again and again. He wanted it to last. He felt a hand wrap around him and it was Marik, jerking him. He couldn’t hold under that coaxing and let go, moaning as he shot all over the comforter and his chest, body giving out.

He felt Marik over him, kissing his shoulder.

“Uhn...”

Seto lay there, wanting to stay this way. Everytime he’d listened to Yugi talk about things he’d done, he’d thought this was all so disgusting. He didn’t think he’d ever let someone touch him this way, be with him this way...

Marik pulled away and took a couple of tissues to clean him up before himself. Seto laid on his side, trying to catch his breath. He gripped the sheets and tried to push himself up. Marik wouldn’t like it if he stayed too long, guys like him never did.

“Just go to sleep Seto. I’ll drive you home later.”

Seto thought he nodded or something, but he was already asleep.

****

Seto was waiting in his limo to take the usual suspects home. Ryou and Yugi got in and said hello, wondering where he’d been all day.

“I decided to just leave. I needed to get work done.”

Ryou laid on one of the seats. “I’m tired...I don’t feel like putting up with Bakura when I get home either...I hate sharing a room.”

“You don’t have Yami as a roommate...” Yugi stretched and dug in Seto’s mini fridge. “We going out again?”

Seto paled. “I’m never going out with you two again. Have fun by yourselves.”

Ryou giggled. “But it’s so fun seeing you get dressed up!”

“No!” he growled. “Besides, I have work to catch up on.”

“Awww...” they both chorused.

“Maybe for you...” Seto leaned back in his seat and smiled. “I have more enjoyable things to do.”

Yugi rolled his eyes. “Work is not enjoyable. You’re insane. Now, getting Akefia to be mine, that’s work.”

Ryou smiled at Seto. “Yes, getting a boyfriend is work. Ne, Seto?”

Seto rolled his eyes. Ryou was still trying. “No.”

Yugi grinned. “That’s just because you keep denying how you feel! You should stop being stubborn and just let Marik rock your world!”

The young CEO just shook his head. Yugi was ridiculous.

After dropping them off, Seto returned home and went to his office where someone was waiting.

“So, we goin’ out tonight?”

“I have work to do.” he said, trying to pass him.

“Yeah...so do I.” He looked Seto over. “You still sore or what?”

Seto blushed and looked away. “I have work to do.”

Marik pulled him close by the back of his neck. “And I said, so do I. Just depends on your priorities.”

“Marik...”

Seto looked at him and parted his lips. He got a kiss and when they separated, Marik shook his head.

“You’re doing that zombie thing again...”

****

*Okay, I lied. It was long.
*Now, to rest, take a break, take a load off...something like that.