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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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
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.”
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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*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.
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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...
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*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.
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*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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XD, and I'd make a face and tell you that I don't want to kiss a cow, and Devlin would go "YEAH!" to the ice-cream then blink when he realizes that it sounds like he's agreeing with me.
lol -_- Marik would probably just sigh at some point and give up on preparing himself, figuring that it's going to hurt anyway and might as well get it over with... and then take a few seconds to get his composure back before pulling his fingers out, applying more lube to them, and sliding them over the condom to make sure that's lubricated as well.
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... you were supposed to be too tired to notice the name change ;P... wait... did I change it again? -.-;; maybe I'm too tired.
*dies* I think I would be too shocked at what you said *and* what Devlin's response was and probably just blink a few times, blush b/c of how insane that is and tell you 'very funny' and that I hope you're proud that Devlin's never going to get his mind out of that frame of mind at this rate.
Bakura would blink at Marik's sigh and then obviously notice his applying more lube... possibly start blinking and watching Marik curiously... then would probably stand still and wait until moving behind Marik and positioning himself behind the other and asking Marik if he's ready before he does anything.
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*grins* And I'd arch an eyebrow at you and ask where else would Devlin's mind be if he shares the house with the four of us and Kat. And Devlin would realize that Kat's disappeared to RP and pout, then latch onto you and demand to see Bakura.
LOL! Why would Bakura be curious? One would expect him to know that sex tends to be easier with plenty of lubrication... Marik would probsably be surprised to have Bakura actually ask, but take advantage of that to curl both hands over the edge of the table, then tighten his grip, and answer quietly, "Ready". And curse himself for sounding scared.
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*blinks* Good point xD x.x I would tell Devlin that he can go watch Dev RP *or* that we can go find something to do until Bakura's done taking care of... his business >.> And I would look at you as if saying 'please don't say anything' about what Marik and Bakura are doing x.X ... even if he'll more than likely ask-- then you could :P
LOL! Why would Bakura be curious?
Simple. Marik's reactions sometimes entertain him, especially due to how much he holds back. And as such, things that Marik doesn't often do is reason enough to be curious ;P ... and I'm not gonna say anything about that other part, b/c it already had me laughing as I was getting the strangest images yesterday and don't remember them *halfpouts*
Bakura would probably still keep some things in mind, and thus after positioning himself, enter Marik slowly and then wait before doing anything else, possibly thinking about how impatient Marik was and silently hoping Marik doesn't think about that.
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XDDD, Devlin would probably say that he doesn't want to watch Kat RP, that it's boring and why can't Bakura just be finished now?! And I'd probably smirk and meet your gaze and tell him that it's because Marik is insatiable.
LOL! So glad to know that Marik's attempts to not sound like a scared little kid are amusing Bakura. And obviously Marik wouldn't usually need to give Bakura a handjob or apply lube to Bakura, since Bakura's usually getting sucked off and then fucked, so that Bakura doesn't need to be wearing protection or have lube...
Marik would be doing his best not to tense as Bakura slide inside him, but his knuckles around the kitchen table would most likely be going white at this point. And since Bakura is waiting, Marik would debate with himself for a little, then ask Bakura to use the Rod on him. And reluctantly add in the word 'please', staring at the table and too ashamed to look at Bakura.
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And now to try to remember what I wrote, since initial reactions are sometimes best and now *pout* it is lost. Hmm... I would tell Devlin that some times people can't finish things whenever someone else wants them to and that we can go find something to do while he waits for Bakura and... make no comment on the Marik part.
*nods* Of course. Seeing Marik in ways that are not common can very well be amusing ;P *blinks again* And I was laughing too hard to properly comment on that and now that I read it again, I am back to laughing at it xDD
Bakura would be waiting (im)patiently and at the mention of the Rod blink a few times, shocked at both the request and the 'please.' Reluctantly, he'd pull away and take a breath and ask Marik where the Rod is... shocked, among other things, so he doesn't go off teasing Marik and really wants to know where the Rod is...
*pouts* I'm still not happy that this didn't send *sulks* I was laughing so hard the first time I read some of this and /now/ the original amusement is left with frustration at stupid lj >.<
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*laughs* And Devlin would suggest that we all go and yell for Bakura to hurry up and I'd probably die laughing at that point, leaving you stuck with the job of how to convince him otherwise.
*grins* Good to know I make you laugh.
Marik would kind of catch his breath at having Bakura pull out of him, since (according to Kat) that can hurt as much as having someone slide it, then tell Bakura that it's on the floor, underneath Marik's clothes. Still keeping his face hidden.
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*blinks* Oh so mean! You'd do that too >.> Umm... I'd tell Devlin that there are some things you don't tell people to hurry up-- like you don't tell people to hurry up and eat ice cream or it'll hurt their head... so there are some things you just have to wait for >.>
*nods* you made me laugh/smile... yay? ^^
(( *nods* I've heard of that, just never actually had anyone to -ask- about it, so I ... donno :P *shuts up* )) Bakura would mutter under his breath as he quickly starts digging through Marik's clothes ((x.X I put "through Marik's Rod *dies* )) for the Rod and when he finds it, uses it on Marik's lower half of his body and asks him if that's better/what he wanted as he tries to hide his impatience.
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LOL! And Devlin would say that eating ice-cream is fast and he never gets a headache and if Kura-kura is eating ice-cream, he wants some as well! Then I'd still be laughing but say that I doubt that Bakura's eating anything, more like being eaten and wait for you to glare at me for that.
I check my gay sex facts with Kat. Boy's got to be good for something after all :P Marik would probably widen his eyes slightly, then twist around to look at Bakura and shake his head. Then meet Bakura's eyes, biting at his lower lip slightly and tell Bakura to use the Rod on Marik's mind. To make Marik do whatever Bakura wants to make it enjoyable for him. And want to add that he's putting a lot of faith in Bakura for that, but hope that it's obvious to Bakura.
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x.X *dies* I would say that Bakura is *not* eating ice cream *coughthatIknowofcough* and that Devlin can have some later... that he has to give Bakura some alone time with Marik >.> And then would definetely glare at you for that and tell Devlin to just wait for Bakura and hope he doesn't say anything about what you said :P
xDD LoL I check with... depends >.> I used to just be told random things from someone until I lost contact with them ~.~;; anywho Bakura would definetely be shocked at the request and know exactly what that means, and how much trust Marik would be putting into him to even suggest such a thing. And while Marik is actually suggesting something like that, Bakura would tell Marik that he doesn't want this to be something that Marik regrets... though, obviously still wants to be seme...
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XD, Devlin would definitely ask you why anyone would eat Bakura, and I'd be cracking up and obviously in no state to answer... and I'd probably stick my tongue at you for glaring at me as well.
Hm... Marik would probably tilt his head to a side, tell Bakura that Marik will regret it one way or another, and to please just use the Rod on him, since it'll hurt less and Marik won't have to deal with the fear - and then he'd probably bite his lip at the last word he said and just stare at the ground, hoping Bakura didn't hear or won't ask about it.
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x.x I would tell him to ask you when you're done laughing about it and hope that somehow by the time you're done laughing, Bakura/Marik will be done and there will be no need. Then I'd tell you that if I can't stick my tongue out, then nor can you.
Bakura, shocked at Marik's words and especially the 'fear' part, would probably stand there for a while. Would definetely not like hearing that Marik would regret it, even with the trust he's putting in him. Possibly mutter something about if he wanted to simply use something, he'd go buy something from the store instead of have Marik simply be used for that... Having yet another thing ruined for him, he wouldn't say anything about that to Marik seeing the look in his eyes, but would set the Rod down beside Marik and leave it there.
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And I'd smirk and innocently reply that you're free to eat my tongue anytime, obviously just to see your reaction, and Devlin would go all wide-eyed and ask whose tongue can he eat?
Marik would just stay on the table while Bakura's silent, staring at the floor and completely ashamed that he can't deal with this... then look up at seeing the Rod placed next to him, tilt his head to a side for a second but take it as Bakura wanting him there and conscious for it so force himself to bend over the table again like before and tell Bakura to continue then, eyes closed tightly.
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*dies* I would definetely be shocked and probably start laughing at the insanity of it all and tell Devlin that NO one is eating ANYONE's tongue... (( x.x Devlin mentions kissing again and Bakura and Marik are once again involved x.x ))
Bakura would mutter 'get up, you don't have to be there anymore' and move over to where the bags are and start putting things back in them that he had pulled out and not say anything else nor look over to see Marik's expression that he had seen before he walked away.
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XD, and I'd laugh as well, and then Devlin would point out that someone said that Bakura was being eaten. And I'd probably collapse on the floor with laughter at that point.
Marik would just be really shocked but glad of the chance to be able to move, then look over at Bakura... and feel guilty. So he'd end up sliding off the table, going over to Bakura and sliding his arms around him, then thanking Bakura but telling him no, that Marik wants this, he just doesn't want to have to deal with it for the first round and if Bakura uses the Rod on him for the first time, Marik will behave for the others.
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LoL!!!! *dies* I'd take Devlin's hand and tell him that we're going to go watch movies now and he can pick a movie... *completely avoiding why you're laughing and trying not to laugh myself* xDD
Bakura would blink at what Marik says and does and point out that Marik already said that he'd regret it - and choose not to say anything specifically about that and tilts his head to look at Marik as if judging if Marik's telling the truth, but still thinking about Marik mentioning regretting it.
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XDDDD I'd be rolling on the floor and manage to gasp out between laughter that you shouldn't leave me behind, and Devlin would pout and say that he wants Bakura to watch as well.
Marik would kind of give a half-impatient shrug and point out that he'll also feel bad if it doesn't happen, so to just fuck him and that at least that way he won't be breaking his word.
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x.x I'd say then we can all stay there and wait until Bakura's done so he can watch the movie as well and nudge you to stop laughing.
Bakura would tilt his head slightly at the mention of Marik breaking his word and mutter something under his breath that he can't believe he's actually arguing about this... sigh and agree.
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XDD I'd just start laughing even more and ask you how are you going to check if they're done, and Devlin would volunteer to go check.
^_^ Marik would tilt his head as well, and kiss Bakura's shoulder or neck as gently as he can before passing Bakura the Rod again and telling him to do it.
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X_X Uhhh ~ I'd tell Devlin NOT to go check >.> There are some things he shouldn't see... and... um.. say that we can wait until Bakura comes out >.>... of the kitchen... *blinks* Though I could check.
Bakura would reluctantly take the Rod back and tilt his head to kiss Marik and ask him to lie down instead of going to the table. He'd then pull over the bag that had the lube in it, and prepare to use more than what Marik had for extra prep. while he waits for Marik to lie down.
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LOL! I'd be laughing and Devlin would want to know what is it that he's not supposed to see... and if you offered to go check, I'd probably go "OY!" and glare at you.
Marik would shiver slightly at the kiss, but obediently lie down on the floor, on his stomach so that Bakura won't have to deal with how empty eyes become when people are being controlled by the Rod.
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