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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 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."

@_@ That was such a bad typo, but whatever works!

"...sure?" Marik would ask hesitantly then nuzzle against him lightly and suggest, "Can I do anything else for you then?"

I am now trying to figure out part of what I meant X_x; I know that the RP yesterday took place in Decemeber, right? But... the rest... uh... I donno ~.~;;

"Positive." Bakura would shake his head a little and lean slightly into Marik and reply, "No, it's okay."

You mean, at least they're getting on okay even after that? And you need to get arrogant.

Marik would wrap his arms just a little tighter around Bakura and sigh softly before trying again, "Please? Let me do something for you at least to make up for- to make up for it."

Something like that. Though, it's still something that'll be on their minds, and makes sense with what's going on at the moment *shrugs*. It can get better... *hopeful look* ... it can.

With his arms loosely around Marik's waist, Bakura would shake his head, "It's fine. Besides, what are you going to do?" Jokingly says, "Clean for me as a maid or something?" Then he'd laugh and sigh while, without thinking about it, slightly nuzzle into Marik.

*nods* And Malik being back probably won't help much... *sees Marik chaining Malik to Bakura's bed and then sitting down next to it and crying because he doesn't want to have to give up like that* @_@ And arrogance!

"..." Marik would shrug a little then, and try to laugh, to make light of it. "You want to fuck me while I'm in a maid's outfit? Didn't think that cross-dressing would be a kink of yours..." And laugh again, a little uneasily and start wondering where to get an outfit like that from.

X_X Well, Baku's not too happy about Malik being back, but it's more that he knows he can't help with some things and really doesn't want Marik hurt again, especially since he can't "fix it". *nods* >.< I think I'ma write out what wouldn't let me sleep, that I wrote in my lj, and rewrite it elsewhere for ... release from this sadness T_T

Arching a brow, Bakura would pull back some to look at Marik and be really unsure if the other is serious or not, so isn't sure how to respond. Then he'd snuggle back against Marik and reply, "You don't have to do *ANYTHING*."

Marik's fine actually, he doesn't need Malik back. I only did that because EKYO really wanted them to be together again. ^^; And get arrogant!

"Night's not over yet. If that's what you want, then I'd do it for you..." Marik would whisper softly, and then realize that he could just mark the hours from now to sunrise and pay Bakura back for them later.

*nods* Bakura's just cautious about it all, I suppose. And yeah, I wanted them to be okay again as well - but I don't want things to be ruined b/c of it. What I'd prefer/want doesn't always work with what can/will and cannot/won't happen.

"No, Marik. Don't you see? I am not going to do anything that you're not comfortable with. I'm not going to do anything or have you do something for the simple sake of a deal. The promise...deal, whatever, has been made. And kept. It's o-kay" His words would be muffled with his face burried against Marik, and he'd sigh and tilt his head to the side some and state, "The deal is over. It's okay."

I want you arrogant. Does that help?

"Deal isn't over until the sun comes up." Marik would point out, shivering a little at the feel of Bakura's breath against his skin. "And I'd do whatever you want without protesting, so how would you know if I am or am not comfortable with it?"

Feh. Helps that matter... but no where near that at the moment.

Bakura would look up a bit at the shiver, but still have his head against Marik, and arch a brow, "What is the purpose of the deal?" Sighing, he'd add, "Because it wouldn't be fair to you, if you weren't comfortable with it and just pretending... I don't want that."

I'll help you get arrogant!

And Marik would pause, and say that the original purpose of the deal was to get him something he wanted in exchange for what Bakura wanted. And then pause again and drop a kiss on Bakura's forehead. "I made the deal thinking it was a fair one. I still think that."

LMFAO or feed your ego doing it ^__~ Which works ;P

Bakura would blink at the kiss and then close his eyes, "One simple blowjob does not equal me fucking you repeatidly when it's something that you are not comfortable with. In which case, it wouldn't be what I want, so that's why the deal should be over... and I'm okay with that" He'd tilt his head and leave a soft kiss on Marik's cheek, "I am."

As long as you get arrogant as well!

And Marik would flinch at the mention of repeatedly, before pointing out, "You've never done that for me before though so it would be worth it to have had you do something like that..." and smile slightly at the soft kiss.

Bakura would feel the flinch, and subconciously tighten his grip on Marik and choose not to point out that -that's- part of what he's referring to. Then Bakura would shrug, "It's fine... Really." Usually he'd be a bit frustrated at repeating so much, but for some reason at the time - doesn't.

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