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Procrastination hits me again!

“The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference.”

Pick a pairing. Write three drabbles for that pairing, each with a different take on it: love, hate and indifference. In that order, because that’s the order they appear in the quotation. Post them in your journal, and pass this on.

See that meme? I meant to do it for psychoshipping. I really did. Instead, I ended up writing my first ever Dangershipping story/ficlet. Not even a drabble. Two full pages on Microsoft Word. I have no clue how that happened, but I'm blaming it on

nekocutecatchan (or in other words, sneakily dedicating it to her) and posting it here.

...I'll take the meme later.

The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get. All critiques will be gladly accepted.

Existence.

A giggle floated lazily into the office, followed moments later by a smirking Yami no Malik and a mocking call of, “Why Se-to, working again? What a shame. I’d almost think you didn’t miss me.” The dark spirit was the only one who drawled Seto’s name in that particular manner, elongating the syllables to make it sound like a snake’s hiss followed by an axe chop.

“You’re not real.” Seto informed Yami no Malik, without looking up from his laptop. A moment later, the screen was pressed down with a deceptive gentleness, the cinnamon-golden fingers of the other boy wrapping over Seto’s slender, paler hands. The same infuriatingly relaxed laughter sounded again as Yami no Malik started to thoughtlessly bend Seto’s fingers backwards, now seated on his lap. “Silly Se-to. That is what you always say.”

“It’s just as true as the first time that I said it.” Seto coldly replied, not wincing at the feeling of his fingers being pushed to the breaking point. He refused to look at the Egyptian, instead staring at the dark wooden door from which his tormentor had entered. For that, he heard a finger snap, the sharp crack sounding even over the other’s laughter. “But Se-to, if I don’t exist, then how did that finger break?”

Changing tactics as that question was unanswerable, Seto instead reasoned flatly, “You are nothing but a part of Malik Ishtar’s mind. You cannot have a body of your own separate from him meaning you cannot be here. Hence, you do not exist.” For an answer, he received a taunting giggle and dark indigo eyes peered up at him teasingly, half-hidden by lowered eyelids. Tanned fingers deftly undoing buttons, Yami no Malik asked casually, “Does that mean I’m not undressing you?”

A silence, and the sound of heavy cloth hitting the ground with a muffled thud, the metal jingle of belts clashing against each other following. Then a stubborn, single-word reply. “Yes.”

“And that you’re not scared?” Fingers ghosting over the expanse of skin revealed, pressing against the hollow of Seto’s throat and feeling his heartbeat quicken in a way that would never be shown in his words. A curt answer, anger barely-repressed, “I don’t fear what doesn’t exist.”

Laughter sounded yet again, the golden false god sliding off the other’s lap to kneel between his legs and smirk up at him. The words that dripped off his teeth were poison-sweet, the quick flash of teeth ghostly white, seeming to almost glisten under the bright light of the office. “If I don’t exist, then obviously you won’t feel it when I do this…” A hand settled on each thigh, the gold of the bracers cold against Seto’s skin, and the psychopath bent his head after flashing the taller boy another eerie smirk.

Once more, silence fell, cold blue eyes staring steadily at the wooden door, lips pressed together in a thin line to stop any sound escaping them. Any sound at all. This wasn’t happening. There was nothing for him to feel. There was no reason for to react, because there was nothing happening for him to react to.

…and the sudden, shocked gasp that left his lips was due to him seeing a scratch on the door. Nothing to do with a clever tongue curling itself in such a manner that it tangled Seto’s very thoughts.

Again, laughter rang through the room, contaminating the very air as Yami no Malik rose to his feet, now looming over the other boy as he licked his lips, pink tongue seeming to taste the air in a snake-like manner. Wild spikes of dark golden hair covered his eyes, only the perfect cruelty of his smile showing as he guided Seto from the chair to lie over the desk instead, brown head bent to stare at the carpet. Passive. Submissive. All those things that Seto wasn’t. Which made sense. This wasn't happening, so this wasn’t Seto. Or so he told himself, with every shudder that ran through his body.

This wasn’t happening, so this wasn’t him.

Afterwards, instead of laughing, Yami no Malik half-purred as he held the other boy close to him, cradling his pretty doll within gold-laden arms. Trailing his fingers languidly over the cooling skin, he licked at the shell of the other’s ear before he spoke, “Se-to, do you still maintain that I don’t exist?”

Voice empty of all emotion, Seto answered mechanically, “You do not exist. Magic does not exist. Fairy-tales do not come true.”

Laughter. Harsh and wild and free from all constraints of sanity. All traces of playfulness disappeared from Yami no Malik’s eyes, the purple of them starting to burn like the ashes of a phoenix pyre as he tightened his grip on Seto, and cooed as a reply, “Fairy-tales don’t come true. But nightmares do.”

A hard kiss pressed upon bruised skin, “Nightmares live.”

A broken finger twisted sadistically, “Nightmares kill.”

A sudden, harsh bite at a soft shoulder, “Nightmares hate.”

A shockingly-soft whisper, cruel in its deception, “Nightmares love.”

A final, low, victorious laugh.“Nightmares exist. And I am your nightmare.”

~Fin~

The theme that I had been trying for was love btw, in case anyone is interested in how off-base I managed to get, and I wrote it over the course of three hours or so, since I kept getting distracting which might account for the different styles used. All critiques will be gladly accepted.

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LMFAO Oooh, I see :P But Marik's not only arrogant... he's a lot of stuff that I am not :P

LoL! I would say that I wasn't serious and then point that since Devlin's copying you and appears to like you best, he can go help you bandage/clean up and I'll go find something to do...

In fake-innocense, Bakura would ask why would he need to buy any lube at all and smile sweetly at the glare - leaving before Marik can reply to that.

Well, arrogance is a good starting point...

And I'd glare at you, state that I think that you're a bad friend, then pout and walk off in a huff. And Devlin would just be watching us both with wide eyes, looking sad that we're fighting.

LOL! OMFG, you are so evil! Marik would yell after him that he'd better, then sigh, push himself off the table and walk around the house naked, picking up all the Vaseline or kinds of oils that he could find which could substitute for lube, just in case Bakura was serious. And then hide it in a cupboard just in case Bakura does buy proper lube.

^^; Hey now, I don't wanna end up like Marik :P

Aww... I would heavily pout and sulk as I left, muttering under my breath as I left, feeling rather guilty.

LMFAO! I'm not evil 9.9 *halo* really I'm not. LMFAO!!!! Wow... xDD That amuses me, greatly. *ahem* Bakura would have left with his trenchcoat and after some time, would return with a large paper bag and a smaller plastic bag wrapped around his wrist and set it aside before Marik can see it... then return to Marik holding the plastic bag that contains no lube in it - while smiling innocently.

X_X *stabs* Die heretic! ...but get arrogant first.

*grins* And Devlin would jump you and ask you 'what are you, nuts?! Go after her!' and I'd just be stalking off XD

You are evil. Very evil. Gods, poor Marik! ...Marik would probably narrow his eyes suspiciously at Bakura, ask in a tone of dread where the lube is and possibly take a few steps backwards, feeling very nervous about the 'innocent' smile.

*yelps* O.O ne? what I do? T.T

LoL! I would ask him why 'I have to be the one to go after her' when 'she's the one who took what I said the wrong way'? :P Then I'd sulk and probably grumble 'fine.'

LMFAO!! Nooo~~ *halo* <~ see? Not evil. xDD Putting his hands behind his back, he'd walk over slowly with his head tilted to the side and say that he didn't promise to buy any lube and that wasn't in their 'agreement'...

Get arrogant or die.

LOL! And I would be dramatically leaning against a wall and sulking, waiting for someone to come find me, and Devlin would take your hand and hop off with you after me...

XDDDDD, that is so evil! Marik would narrow his eyes at Bakura, and probably snarl something about how he usually uses lube on Bakura at least... and take a few more steps back.

... such nice choices. I choose choice c, please.

xDDD Oscar Award-Winning performance *applauds* But yeah x.X And me being slightly sulky as Devlin helps me find you >.> and in which case, when I did find you, I'd probably mutter a sorry >.> Looking guilty enough as it is.

LoL! *smiles innocently* Bakura would point out what Marik said by saying 'usually'... and continue to step closer to him with his hands behind his back. He'd then toss the bag at Marik and tell him those were the only things he was required to get.

No! Choose arrogance! Make the right choice: chose arrogance XD

*smirks* I am such a rocking actress and yeah, once you apologized, I'd give a dramatic sniff and ask in a heartbroken voice if you'd really rather have me torn to shreds by Marik than have Marik make Bakura happy.

X_X XDDD And Marik would glare at Bakura, thinking to himself that if Bakura doesn't want to use lube, he probably won't to bother with prep either, meaning that the make-shift lubes that Marik did find would be pretty useless... then he'd sigh, looking annoyed, and ask Bakura what position does he want Marik in, arms crossed over his chest and bag placed on the table.

Arrogance for president *holds up a sign* ... *ahem*

xDD *applauds more* Oh jeez xDD I would look shocked and in instant disbelief at your question and ask if you /really/ have to ask - then point out that I don't want you torn to shreds by Marik.

*ahem* Bakura would suddenly sulk at Marik's action, having seeing him not making a big deal out of it and stalk off for a moment and return with the other bag that he had and set it down beside Marik. Then point out that he bought plenty of lube and then mutter something about Marik ruining his fun.

*grins* Well, I'm arrogant and I'd make a good president...

LOL! And I'd blink at you, pretend to consider it then finally sigh and say that I suppose it'll do... then I'd pounce you. And so would Devlin.

XDDDD, Marik would look seriously relieved, but try to cover it up, not wanting to show how much he had been dreading the idea of getting taken without lube or prep, and just point out coolly that Bakura didn't state yet what position he wants Marik to assume :P

*blinks* okay, that's true... Fickle for President!! *chants*

xDDD I'd probably look at you all shocked that you have to consider it and pout at such a delay - then yelp at being double pounced *nods*

^^;; Bakura would probably continue to pout and then finally ask Marik if he /really/ thought he wasn't going to use lube and was really going to accept that... and then half-glare at Marik's repeated question and state that Marik's no fun ;P

And Neko for running mate!

And I'd smirk and poke your nose and tell you that you're damn lucky that I like you too much to hold grudges. And Devlin would probably laugh and nuzzle us both, kitten-style.

lol, um, Marik would kind of half-shrug, then look at the floor and quietly say that yeah, he did really think that Bakura was sadistic enough to want to take him without lube and without prep, and that yeah, he would have let Bakura do it, not adding that he feels a little bad about the whole issue of the baby. Then he'd look up and smirk, trying to act more arrogant and like his usual self, and add that he would have got Bakura back for it somehow though, and that the fun will start if Bakura stops just standing around and gets it over with.

*nods* Exactly ^_^ Neko and Fickle -- to rule the world!!

xD I'd stick my tongue out at that and mutter that lucky I am then :P and would hugyou both *nods*

Bakura would shrug and decide not to say anything else about that... Shocked that Marik was going to let him, but not say that he is... Bakura would then say that Marik is: stubborn, difficult, no fun and impatient ;P He'd toss his trenchcoat aside, being that that's all he had, and grab the two bags of lube and protection and start muttering quietly under his breath.

And you to get arrogant!

Hah, and I'd tell you to put that tongue away or I'll feed it to God, and Devlin would go wide-eyed and tell me that God doesn't eat meat...

Marik would shrug then, and say that he would expect Bakura to be the impatient one really, and that he doesn't care so much for the idea of having to be uke, he just doesn't want to stand around waiting... and ask what Bakura's muttering, thinking to himself that he probably doesn't want to know.

>.> And the topic is brought back up :P not that it ever really left

LoL!! I would laugh and shrug and repeat what Devlin said and slouch against the wall *nodu*

Bakura would say that while he should be impatient, it's no fun to him when Marik ruins said fun - and mutter that he would think Marik would be taking advantage of the delay. And then state that it wasn't as if he wanted to be uke the first time, but he was... and say that it doesn't matter what he's muttering and since Marik wants to get this done and over with to go to the table and sounding fairly bland while he speaks.

It's in the subject line after all, what did you expect?

Then I'd tell you that I'd eat it. Sauteed, with a side of onions and maybe a parsley dressing to make it more palatable. And I'd smirk. And Devlin would get really wide eyes like he's not sure if I'm joking or not.

Marik would blink, then point out calmly enough that he's the better seme and that he wouldn't have asked what Bakura was muttering if he didn't care. He might have continued with that, but instead, he'd be more likely to just shrug blankly, look away from Bakura and walk to the table, just standing next to it and waiting for further instructions.

err >.> *cough* 9.9

Well, I'd definetely get wide-eyed just at the very thought and make a face of... well, disgust. And then say that you're not God and as such can't eat it, since you threatened that God would be the one to eat it.

Bakura would reply that Marik's only saying he's the 'better' seme, b/c he just refuses to be uke and as such thinks he can make that claim; while feeling slightly insulted by that. Bakura would shrug and say that he more or less muttered that if Marik's trying to make this seem as less fun for him as possible so that it doesn't happen again, he's doing a good job at it, but it won't work. He'd point to the bag of lube and tell Marik to grab one of the tubes while he grabs the condoms since Marik insisted on protection due to the possible pregnancy.

Changed it back, sneaky one :P

And I'd laugh, say that I'm a goddess, and that's close enough.

Marik would snap back that at least Bakura never ended up unable to walk for a week after being uke, so yes, Marik is a better seme. Then he'd sigh, thinking there's no point arguing if it's going to happen anyway and look through the bag, probably grabbing strawberry-flavored lube just for the hell and asking Bakura if he should prepare himself or if Bakura wants to do it - then instantly regret asking because he can guess that Bakura's going to want him to put on a show.

9.9 I figured you would. But I can always do it another time 9.9

Laughing, I'd say that I figured you'd say that and then bow slightly and say 'I suppose so.'

LMFAO!! Bakura would simply glare at the better seme comment and not being able to walk comment and turn back to the bag in his hand while tilting his head up to Marik at the question. Smirk. And ask Marik what he thinks, and that there was a reason he asked Marik to get it himself. And then start muttering under his breath while he walks back over to Marik.

I'm still not going to forget, you know. Wanting you arrogant was something that I kept including and deleting from the Xmas meme.

Then I'd smirk, and ask you how does your tongue taste anyway?

XD, Marik would probably glare at the floor for a little, mutter under his breath that he thought as much, then turn to bend over the table, cock pressed against his stomach and facing away from Bakura so that Bakura can't see him scowling...

Next move would probably be to open the tube, slick a lot on his index and middle finger, and start reluctantly easing his right hand back and slowly sliding the index finger inside himself, making sure that Bakura can't see the expression on his face by pressing his face hard against the table as his finger disappears from sight. And he'd have his lips pressed tightly together to stop him from making a sound.

I'm still not going to forget, you know. Wanting you arrogant was something that I kept including and deleting from the Xmas meme.

LMFAO!! *dies* xDD That shouldn't amuse me as much as it does, should it? ^^;

I would shout 'hey' and say that no one is eating my tongue and then call you evil for asking.

Bakura would tell Marik to stop muttering under his breath and it isn't like this is going to happen all of the time, so he might as well stop acting that way and possibly ruining Bakura's enjoyment.

Bakura would be slightly smirking that Marik's going through with it and remain where he's at while watching Marik. Tilting his head to the side and decides to only teasingly say 'it's not so bad so far, now is it, Marik?' and decides not to say anything else.

*grins* It's proof of how important you becoming arrogant is to me.

*smirks* and I'd ask you how exactly do you plan on stopping me, and Devlin would be watching with wide eyes and giggling a little.

Marik would have narrowed his eyes if he wasn't already bent over the table to being told to stop muttering, and at the question, he'd be tempted to snarl back 'fuck you' or something, but instead force himself to be quiet, stretching his arm out to curl his fingers over the other edge of the table, then twisting his head to hide his face against his arm and biting down on the flesh as he starts to slip in the second finger.

LoL how... nice. >.> I think.

LoL! And I'd say you're not goint to do it anyways, so no need to tell you how I'd stop you... and then look at Devlin and ask him why he seems to find this amusing.

Bakura would tilt his head and ask if Marik has anything to say and remain there for a moment, before walking over to the side of the table to see Marik biting into his arm...

Aren't I always nice? *innocence*

*grins* Because if you don't tell me, then I'll try it to find out how you'd try to stop me. And Devlin would giggle and ask if kissing counts as a way to eat someone's tongue, and I'd just go wide-eyed and mutter something about not letting Marik or Bakura near Devlin ever again.

Marik would have his eyes closed but open them at the sound of moving footsteps and half-glare at Bakura, not biting his arm any longer though it's already bleeding, then just press his face against the table instead. His hair would fall to the sides and stop it from being seen as he starts to scissor his fingers inside him, trying to stretch himself as much as possible even though it's hurting.

... do you really want me to answer that? :P

*blinks* *dies* xDD I would say to go eat cow tongue and figure out how tongues taste like and completely ignore what Devlin said - other than going wide eyed and trying not to laugh... then ask Devlin if he'd like some ice cream.

Bakura would casually wipe his finger against the blood and put the finger in his mouth and tilt his head at Marik, wanting to mutter or say something, but decides against it, figuring he'd much rather not deal with an angry Marik.

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