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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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*tap dances instead* :P not that I can do that either ~.~;

xDDD LMFAO!! Oh jeez... I'd start laughing and tell Devlin to ask you.

After Bakura had prepared Marik and himself as much as possible, he would pause for a moment and let the Rod's power slip slightly and ask Marik one more time if he's ready and when given the okay would put Marik under full control of the Rod, but would only wait for Marik to say something.

LOL! No, get arrogant, don't tap-dance!

XDDDD and I'd say it's because we're female, then Devlin would say that's sexist and I'd tell him it's not my fault he's male.

Marik would take the chance to ask Bakura to blank out Marik's mind as well, and say that yes, he's ready, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor and resisting the temptation to look back and try to take a kiss from Bakura's lips.

9.9 Easier said then done, as I repeat until the end of time ^_^

xDDD *giggles* xDD I'd ask Devlin to just accept some things and to stop asking so many questions- some things he'll find out on his own, without asking...

Gently, Bakura would place a kiss on Marik's shoulder before pushing himself back and using the Rod to take full control over Marik's mind and body, though find it slightly strange to be doing so. Only after Marik's letting him know that he was ready would Bakura then reluctantly enter Marik and after a moment, begin to thrust into him while trying to keep in mind that while Marik doesn't feel anything now, he will later...

XD, well, start by making one positive statement about yourself every day in your livejournal.

LOL! And Devlin would say that he wants to find out now and I'd go really wide-eyed and protest quietly that I don't think it's a good idea... then look to you to back it up.

Marik wouldn't be aware of anything, his mind just floating around in a haze while Bakura's in control of it, but his body would push back against Bakura, since that would be what Bakura wanted - a responsive, happy-to-be-uke Marik.

>.> uh. "I write long entries sometimes" ;P okay, that's not positive, but I could say it every day anyways :P

xDD Hmmm... I'd offer to ask Devlin if he wants to go to the Zoo, so Bakura can have some "bakura-time" or "Bakura and Marik time" and then when we get back, they should be done (... after the __ time)

*dies* "a responsive, happy-to-be-uke MariK" x.x *ahem* I'm half laughing/giggling and shaking my head.

Bakura would continue to repeat in his mind about Marik not currently feeling anything and would later ... so that he didn't simply take full advantage of being seme... Though, he would be slightly overwhelmed with Marik pushing against him and already the sensations he would be feeling from being seme... he would keep the Rod in his hand and his hands over Marik's hips as he would continue to thrust into the other and not stop until he climaxes. After leaning against Marik and regaining some composure, he would lie down and use the Rod to get Marik to gently lie down on his back before releasing him from the Rod's control.

*grins* That's a good thing! But you need to come up with a new good thing for every day.

LOL! And I'd start laughing and say that by the time we've come back, they'll probably have started another round, then Devlin would ask why does it go in rounds, are they playing a game and can he play as well?

XDDD, not easy to imagine, is it?

Marik might shiver once as control comes back to him, then just stare at the ceiling for a little before gingerly twisting over and kissing Bakura, whispering 'thank you' as he does so for Bakura using the Rod... then he'd probably pull the used condom off Bakura, toss it in the trash (which would hopefully be near to them so that he doesn't need to move much) and start lightly toying with Bakura's length, knowing that it'll take a while before Bakura is ready for another round but wanting to help with that anyway... and he'd have his head resting on Bakura's chest and keep his eyes on what his hands are doing, not on Bakura. *nods*

LoL except it's not true lately, as I'm not saying all that much in lj *shrugs* :P

X_X oh yeah *cough* x.x I would tell Devlin that it's definetely not something he wants to be a part of... not with them at least >.> And then ask him again to not think about it and just be patient for Bakura... Bakura'd appreciate his patience >.>

LMFAO a happy-to-be-uke, Marik? xDD No, that's why I still find it amusing ;P

Bakura would have been staring at the ceiling until Marik kissed him and would give a single nod instead of saying anything... he'd probably also lift the Rod over and lie it next to Marik, instead of holding onto it any longer... yes, the trash would have had to be near them... close enough for Marik to not have to move too much. He'd probably wrap his arm around Marik if he could and rest his hand on Marik's back and remain silent, though unsure of what to think of Marik not looking at him.

Well, think of something else good to say!

XDDDD I'd tell Devlin that it hurts if you're too young, and he can try when he's older, and then he'd ask if we're old enough. And I'd just stare at him and point out you're four years older.

*smirks* Ditto. Marik = unhappy uke. Bakura = bad seme.

Marik would probably nuzzle lightly against the arm slung over him, the movements soft and unsure like he's not sure how much he can do without hurting him, then maybe lick at the skin of Bakura's arm lightly, unsure as to what Bakura wants him do - he's not used to having to be submissive after all.

~.~;; heh.

*dies* X_X My being older backfires on me again x.x Uhh... >.> I'd tell him that we need to talk about something else. Now >.>

*nods* .. hey! *takes Bakura and leaves, feeling insulted* >.>

Hmm... Bakura might shift slightly and would use his other hand to tilt Marik's head so that he would be looking at him... and then shift again so that he wouldn't have to lean foward too much and kiss Marik, while keeping his other arm still wrapped around Marik.

So come on, post stuff about yourself to get arrogant!

XDDDDDD, and Devlin would blink innocently and ask why, and I'd be snickering in the background.

*grabs them back* Don't blame me for stating the truth!

Marik would return the kiss passively, the uncertainty as evident in his eyes as his desire to please Bakura, and keep his hands busy while doing that.

LoL! y'know... Chrislea (the one who cut ties with me ~.~; ) actually was trying to get me to write out 10 things (positive) about myself >.> I have yet to do that either... *pokes you* and yours is along the same lines... that requires lots of thinking, since there are so many more bad things *nods*

X_X I'd tell Devlin to stop asking why, *please* and that he really wouldn't wanna know any of what he's asking.

If it were all the truth, I would have no problem with that *binks* >.>

Bakura would slide his hand over Marik's and reluctantly move his hand to his side. Possibly pull away from the kiss and whisper 'what's wrong' to Marik.

LOL! Well, I just want you to write out one thing per day. Forever. That'll be way more than ten! XDDD

LOL! And Devlin would want to know why he should stop asking why, and I'd be cracking up and telling you that you're lucky that I'm grown up at least.

*smirks* No comment. ~~Denial. You are so in denial.~~

Marik would blink at having his hand moved away, then debate for a little before reluctantly admitting that he doesn't know what he's supposed to do, not liking to admit to ignorance.

LMFAO forever? xDD jeez, I can't even come up with ten, you think I could come up with one for Every Day!?

x.x I'd glare at you and mumble that I bet you'd be doing the same thing.. then I'd give a sigh of relief that it's just Devlin I have to try to answer, then I'd offer to show Devlin some things on the computer

x.x I am not.

Bakura would laugh slightly at Marik saying he doesn't know what to do, and tell Marik not to think about whatever he's concentrating on, since there seems to be something Marik's thinking about. He'd laugh slightly, again, and tell Marik to not try to play a part, but not admit at how strange it almost is to have Marik looking so 'lost'...

XD, yes, or until I decide that you're finally arrogant enough.

I'd nod like crazy and keep laughing, then hug you and Devlin would kind of blink and state we're both weird.

Marik would point out that he's trying to find out what he's supposed to do and flinch a little at being laughed at, half-pouting before looking away from Bakura again and just staying completely still, waiting for an order about what to do.

LoL! Well... *ahem* not gonna happen?

Oh jeez *falls over* LMFAO!! xDD Hai... and I'd point out that he's weird too, but we're all weird in a good way - and hope that this can be a permanent change of subject ;P And then I'd grab you both so we can go to the computer and away from the kitchen *nods*

Bakura would half-smile, half-smirk at Marik saying that he's trying to find out what he's supposed to do... then frown as Marik looks away and would shake his head and say that if he wanted to simply tell Marik what to do as if he was his slave, he would have taken up the request to keep Marik under control of the Rod the entire time... and try to get Marik to look at him.

I demand that it happens, and as your Master-Yami-sama, you have to obey :P

XDDD, and I'd agree with the weird part and just tag along to the computer, then ask if you're going to show him yaoi and Devlin would want to know what yaoi is...

Marik would obediently look at Bakura (I actually half-wrote Seto there X_X) and then half-pout and point out that it's unfair like this though because that's forcing him to guess what to do and that means there's a greater chance of him not doing what Bakura wants whereas if he was being controlled by the Rod, there would be no possibility for him to make mistakes.

*blinks* But I have free-choice *pouts*

*dies* I would glare at you after Devlin asks what yaoi is, and I'd mutter something under my breath and say that I will show him yaoi ... soft... yaoi >.>

xDDD you almost wrote Seto instead of Bakura?? xDD Well I did write Bakura instead of Gokou earlier soo... >.> I suppose b/c of the drabble you wrote in your lj? ^^;

Bakura would roll his eyes and point out that he doesn't want some absent-minded slave to be with him, and repeat that if that was the case - again - he'd be using the Rod on Marik... And that Marik shouldn't worry about that and that Marik fully concerning himself with the fact that Bakura get's to be seme for the night won't make him happy - so to stop. After a moment, he would bite at his lower lip as if thinking about something and then would roll so that Marik was on his back. He'd pause again and then would lean over and press his lips against Marik's while his hand would roam over his chest.

*smirks* Not as my hikari-toy-pet, you don't :P

XDDDD and I'd innocently ask why don't you just let Devlin see Bakura and Marik then? And Devlin would ask if they're yaoi, and I'd say that you don't get much more yaoilicious than they are.

Yeah, I wrote 'Se' then hit the backspace button. Like I'd ever let Marik be uke for Seto!

Marik would want to ask what else should he do then, but instead let Bakura force him to turn over and lie on his back, then Marik would tilt his head to a side and kiss back, drawing his legs up and planting his feet on the ground so that Bakura can slide into him more easily - and remember that Bakura needs another condom since they got rid of the old one, so break the kiss to tell Bakura that. And close his eyes again, and force his body to relax and try to breathe as slowly as he can to stop himself from tensing up.

*sulks* no fair T.T

*dies* I would DEFINETELY be a mix between laughing hysterically and glaring at you for saying that ... then I'd say that I am going to show him APPROPRIATE things... and then realize what I said and rush Devlin to the computer and hope he doesn't ask anything else.

x.x Seto ... as Marik's seme... I just... cannot see it x.x :P *shakes head* for shame ^.~

Bakura would want to say something, but instead would probably decide that he won't say anything quite yet... instead, just reaching for another condom and not look at Marik while he puts it on and while Marik's eyes are closed, he would slide his hand around Marik's length and gently start stroking while leaning over and stealing another kiss from Marik.

I'm not fair. Deal with it :P

XDDD, and I'd be cracking up at you stating that yaoi is appropriate for 7-year-old boys and Devlin would be protesting a little at being rushed over, then ask to see the yaoi.

I read one fic I think where Seto rapes Marik. That was a little freaky.

Marik would be surprised at feeling Bakura's hand start to stroke him and open his eyes in time for the kiss, giving Bakura a startled look and rocking into his hand with a soft moan, trying to react in a way that'll please Bakura.

Well, you should be.

heey! I'd say that it can be -- okay, I'd point out that I'm really going to show shounen-ai, but it can be called yaoi to some fans! And say that there's nothing wrong with what I'll show - and hope that Devlin leaves it at the minor things I show... while ignoring him for a moment.

x.x how did SETO managed to do that to Marik!?

Since Bakura would want the most natural reactions from Marik, after a short time spent doing that, he would slide down Marik's chest, leaving a trail of light kisses, and then replacing his hand with his mouth without giving Marik a chance to say otherwise, if he would...

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