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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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LoL how can I be arrogant if I failed at something? *smirks* :P

Bakura would sigh a bit at the tense and half whisper, "Do you trust me?" While waiting an answer, he'd still be massaging Marik's arms and back.

Because you were smart enough to pick up on that :P

Cue a long, long silence, with Marik thinking about that and knowing that Bakura wasn't really trying to hurt him, and wondering how to explain that yes, he trusts Bakura in general, just not when it comes to this... He'd finally give up on that, and half-slouch, tense no longer and just answer "Yes - I trust you."

LoL oi oi. Came up with something after all - shoulda known you would ^^

While Marik was silent, Bakura probably would have stopped massaging for a few seconds and catch himself and continue while really beginning to not look foward to Marik's answer - already preparing for the worse. When Marik would finally admit it, Bakura would relax a bit and continue as he was - his hands never going lower than Marik's midback, not wanting Marik to tense up again.

*smirks* I rock like that. Now, arrogance please :P

Marik would be surprised at the lack of response from Bakura, but not push his luck, just relaxing into the massage as nothing bad is happening at the moment.

LOL of course you do. Would you like some fries with that too? :P

After a few minutes of silence passed, Bakura would half-whisper, "... what's on your mind?" and not say anything else, but still be working his hands over Marik's upper body.

Nope, just you and arrogance :P That's all I want.

And Marik would be quiet for a little, then admit quietly, "I'm wondering what'll happen next." And maybe twist slightly to look at Bakura, his own gaze downcast.

LoL That's all you want? I see... well then if there's no fries or drink or... then it can't be INCREDIBLY hard... ...I'msoweird

Sighing, Bakura would brush at Marik's hair with his hand some and softly state, "Nothing that you don't want." He'd remain there for a few moments longer. Sighing, he'd still notice the way Marik's acting and would stand up slowly and walk around him and start cleaning up a bit of the mess.

xDDD, that you are! And you'll soon be arrogant as well!

And Marik would just wait on the ground for a little, for Bakura's reaction, then walk over to him and hug him from the front, whispering into his ear, "I want you to be happy - so do whatever it takes."

LoL I saw "weird" with pride!

Bakura would blink at the sudden hug and blink at the statement and then say, "I am not going to do something that you're not going to want. Or end up regretting. That will not make me happy." Then pause and state, "Thank you," as if the thought alone meant something.

...what? That made no sense.

Marik would half-sigh then, and lick lightly at Bakura's neck. And ask why doesn't Bakura just command him to enjoy it or to want it?

>.> It was supposed to be "I say weird with pride" ~.~; not saw. Maybe typing last night was not wise... err.. this morning.

Bakura would laugh and state that telling someone to do something and them doing it is not the same. Then he'd shrug and say 'no matter'.

xDDDD, I don't care. You're still going to get arrogant.

Marik would tilt his head to a side, and think about if it's even possible to explain how confused he is, but end up just pouting. And stating that if Bakura commanded him to enjoy it, he'd do his best to do that.

LoL!! Still direct and to the point.

Bakura would pull back some to look at Marik, but not move away from him, and state, "You don't lie. Forcing you - or commanding you - to do something, would all be a lie. It'd be fake. There's no point in that. It's okay, really."

When it comes to something this important, hell yeah!

Marik would tilt his head to a side, and point out, "You're not forcing me - I'm obeying willingly." and at being told that it's okay, really, he'd bite his lower lip, feeling like he's failed somehow, then look directly at Bakura and admit, "I-I enjoyed it the second time. So I guess, you could make me enjoy it again..." And let his voice trail off at that, no longer looking at Bakura.

LOL Of course.

Sighing, Bakura would ask, "If you hadn't already said that you would, would you still want to be uke? No..." As Marik trailed off, Bakura would gently pull Marik's face to look at him and state, "I'm not going to *make* you do anything..." Also thinking that it wasn't as if nothing had happened during the night. "It's o-kay. It's fine."

So, arrogance please?

Hm... *is a little stuck* Marik would flinch slightly at that, knowing that Bakura's right that he wouldn't have chosen to be uke and when Bakura forced him to look up, Marik would bite his lip again, and tentatively wrap his arms around Bakura, as if scared that Bakura will take it back. Then he'd nuzzle lightly against Bakura's neck and try again, asking quietly, "Please?"

LoL too bad it was kicked back down today xDD Oops?

Aww *pats* ((too bad at the mention of stuck, the devil tail and "tight" came into my mind -.-)). Uhm... Bakura would.... err... Nod and state, "I know that's the truth. I know you don't lie..." He'd blink some as Marik nuzzled against him and would softly ask, "Please, what, Marik?"

Well, is it back up now? *cracked up during AU RP at Marik staring at the monsters*

LOL! Marik would sigh and lick gently at Bakura's neck, then kiss the spot to buy some time. And reply even more softly, "Please f-fuck me?" And he'd stumble slightly over the words, letting his eyes slide shut and kissing Bakura's neck again so that he won't have to look at the other.

Not so much, but that did amuse me greatly.

Bakura would be slightly relaxing against the kisses against his neck, and would then pull away enough to then briefly/gently kiss Marik. He'd then shake his head and state, "It's not what you really want - I'm not doing that again. You've already kept your side of the promise." While talking, he'd try to get Marik to look at him, without being forceful.

Well, get it further up then! And yeah, I keep seeing Marik being held upside by one foot and shaken by a monster for not cooperating while Yami's laughing. Which would hurt like hell, but is an amusing thought.

Marik would refuse to look at him, keeping his gaze on the floor and head bent, and state "That was only twice. And you're supposed to have the entire night with me. Please..."

Well if it does show it's head every now and then, perhaps it is possible. xDDD *dies* LMFAO! Poor Marik... *cuddles him* X_X;;

Bakura wouldn't want to directly point out that Marik's behaviour is exactly what he was talking about earlier and then would shrug some, "Well it was some of the night. It's fine..." Then randomly add, "At least we've got plenty of condoms and lube for other times, right?"

LOL! Yeah, poor Marik, but c'mon, focus on your arrogance here :P

And Marik would flinch slightly, not wanting to think about other times, then cuddle further into Bakura and repeatly softly, "Please fuck me..." but still not look at Bakura, arms holding Bakura gently around the waist.

Poor... poor... Marik.

"I can't," Bakura would state and would slid his arms around Marik's neck and whisper, "You've already kept your end of the promise, as did I. We're even."

*pokes hikari-toy* Focus on Marik. We need arrogance NOW! XDDDD

"...I didn't keep it fully." Marik would argue, torn between wanting to just take Bakura's word for it and between his own guilt.

^^; Am I supposed to be focus'in on him to take away his arrogance? :P Y'know... I guess... at least other things have happened since yesterday's RP since that was supposed to take place early December... *shrugs*

"The promise-deal was made for me. I say that you kept enough of it." Bakura would then repeat, "It's okay...really."

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