I wish I had an angel

Chapter 3 – Third Encounter

The school-week being over, and having nothing else to do, Malik invites Seto to have a drink at a bar. But egoistical as he is, Malik overestimates his own abilities and provokes Kaiba in an unwatched moment – which will be turning out to something he will regret deeply…

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Of course Kaiba insisted on Malik trying to cover the scratches and bruises form the fight. As he had said Malik just "had to look that way he could himself show with him in public", and received a growl from the Egyptian. After all, he couldn't help it that he looked so worn down.

The best had proven to be a short visit at his home he shared with his two siblings, Isis and Rishid. For a while Malik could cool his hurting cheek, and besides change some clothes. Luckily, Seto stated, you didn't see the bruises all too visible thanks to his dark skin-colour.

There wasn't much of getting dressed differently for the Egyptian, save that he now wore Jeans and a black T-Shirt with the "Nightwish"-Logo.

"So, where are we going to?" Kaiba smirked and awaited the youth in front of his house.

"There is one bar three streets down there," Malik smirked and started to walk off, after he had locked the door of the house. "I don't think we'll have much difficulties to get in."

"By the way.. how old are you?" Seto's cold eyes scrutinized the blonde Egyptian in front of him.

"17."

"You look older than you are," the CEO was not surprised at all.

"Same for you," he got a wolfish grin, and Malik turned to see if he was following. "Going?"

"You don't have to tell me twice," the taller one smiled and trotted after him.

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"So, how come you ended up in Domino City?" Seto had taken a comfortable seat in a smug corner in said bar. It was a calm Friday evening, just a few guests and wonderfully relaxed atmosphere. Just perfect.

"Well… my sister wanted that," Malik sighed and almost emptied the glass in front of him with one gulp, visibly in need of a good drink. "If it had been for me, I would've returned to Egypt. But she said I would be better off here.."

"That is a matter of how you see it," Kaiba too took a sip from his Whisky, watching the Egyptian with an indifferent gaze. "And I would be pleased if you would pay more attention for that stuff. A good Whisky has to be enjoyed."

"Ok.. I just needed something to swallow that fucking day," Malik growled and rubbed his hurting cheek. "Now I hate Joey more and more.."

"Oh, really?" Kaiba smirked back and leant closer onto the table. "I thought you were the kindness in person, like your sister."

"Eh, you're serious?" he got snapped at cockily. "She might be nice and sweet and whatever you might call her.. but me.. well.. I'm just an egoistic asshole, demanding attention and doing what I want."

"Yep. That's how I remembered you from BC," Kaiba sipped again at his Whisky, somehow enjoying the talk they had started. In any case, Malik seemed to be one of the few persons to be worth of him talking to at all..

"You are a quarrelling lad, always trying to beat the others down by their own stupid friendship-vows to each other.."

"And?"

"I like that idea.. especially that when you used Joey to fight against Yugi.." Kaiba's cold blue eyes flickered with something you could almost call joy. "The idea was not bad at all."

"But I failed," Malik didn't want to remember the whole affair. He had screwed it, somehow. And not thinkin about was the best way to forget about it.

"Anyway.. those lads deserve the name Kindergarden, I think. They are so childish and naive, and think everything is to be solved by friendship," the taller one brooded over his thoughts. "But in reality this makes it only worse. One is better off alone in this hard and cruel world."

"You sound like somebody who has made his experiences," Malik ordered a second glass and eyed his opponent cautiously. "If I'm not mistaken, that is."

"No, you're not. I made the experience that you can only depend on own strength, especially when thinking of my stepfather.."

"Stepfather?" Malik frowned, but didn't pursue the subject further. "Well.. long family stories.. I know that.. mine is not better either," the Egyptian shrug the shoulders and took the new glass the waiter had brought. "Better not muse about now. It's past, and that's what counts."

"Right," Kaiba swallowed his memories by taking a big gulp and ordered a next glass of Whisky. "Let's speak of other things.. what about that music stuff?"

"Ah yes, I forgot," Malik smirked and looked down at his T- Shirt. "I never thought you would listen to such bands as I do. You know.. Gothic, EBM, Metal and so on.."

"Why not?" Seto arched one eyebrow. "I might look like the super educated student, but I prefer such music. I don't get it why all people think I should listen to classical pieces instead."

"Classical? The only thing I ever liked to listen to is the Devil's Trill by Tartini," Malik shrug his shoulders and took another gulp. He knew that if he continued drinking like that he hastened towards being out of money and being plastered again, but fuck it! It was a Friday evening!

"Oh? You know that piece?" Seto was impressed. "I'd never thought of you possessing something like a sense for real art."

"Really?" Malik sneered at him and put his elbows on the table, holding his chin. "Why did I expect that answer? And what drives YOU to listen to Nightwish, Seto?"

"Curiosity and a strong sympathy," Seto emptied the second glass of his schnapps and tried a new one. "And this stuff is really good, you know?"

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Having spent some hours and A LOT OF money at this bar, the questions came to a very intresting point:

"Because we're on it now.. I'd like to ask you a question:" Malik grinned and, being quite drunken due to several glasses of Whisky, eyed Kaiba suspiciously with his bright lavender eyes.

"Go on," the taller youth had carefully kept control of his drinking, suspecting he might need his self-control later on. "Tell me."

"Did you ever have a girl- or boyfriend?"

For some seconds there was silence, but Kaiba regained his self-control quite fast.

"I'm straight, just to avoid misunderstandings. And no, I didn't lead a relationship or something like that.. But yes, I've had some women in bed.. women, not girls!" he admitted honestly, leaving Malik not a glimpse of being impressed. Instead, he started to chuckle.

"I expected that," he smiled and leant back.

"And you?" Kaiba somehow got curious and shot his classmate an interested look. "I wonder if you're straight at all…"

Frowning, the Egyptian first emptied his glass, and then proceeded. "I'm bisexual, I like women as well as men. But I'm not the kind for a stable or even emotional relationship. What I mean is.." he didn't find the words.

"You want to have your fun, nothing else."

"Exactly," Malik smirked at him. "But no one seems to understand that. At least, none of the girls. They all think I love them just because I had been to bed with them one or two times.."

"I know that.." Seto sighed. "It's always the same with them.. childish, pitiless creatures, in need of someone to keep a hold on.."

For some minutes they maintained silence, but then Seto had made his mind up and again took the word:

"But tell me.. why guys too? Aren't you satisfied with girls?"

He grinned and leant closer to the Egyptian.

And that was the point at which the whole misery started..

Blinking with his bright eyes, Malik shrunk back and stammered: "Erm.. how to explain that.. you know that evil spirit from Bakura's Ring? Remember him from BC?"

"Sort of," Kaiba had to search for the white-haired guy, trying to ruin his whole tournament.

"I had made a bargain with him.." Malik explained.

"I was to give him the millennium rod, which you had in possession, and he was to help me getting rid of Yugi's friends. Well.. he WAS helping and assisting me.. but since you got the item yourself, you can imagine how I paid my debts.." the Egyptian coughed, being reminded intensively.

"Spare me the details.." Kaiba shook his head and didn't want to pursue this subject further. But curiosity was stronger.. thanks to the alcohol he had already intus. "But I can't really imagine that.. to fuck a guy or being fucked by one.. what is the trick? If I dare to ask that question?"

Malik tried to ban the thoughts from a minute ago from his mind. When Kaiba had leant close to him, he had noticed his scent.. almost felt his breath and skin..

And those thoughts, which began to form inside his head, were a DAMN BAD idea!

Nope, Malik, don't even TRY to think of it! he heard himself tell his conscience. But when did he ever listen to that?

But he nevertheless replied to Kaiba's question. "There is no trick." he heard himself answer. "It's just either you want it or not. And I would do it. But I prefer being the active one."

"Oh? Intresting," Kaiba got a bit closer to him, obviously not aware that this was just what made the Egyptian grew more uneasy. Did Seto do this on purpose? "Tell me more about it. Anyone you'd like to?"

Bad question. Very bad.

His conscience still told him to not think about that topic but.. the thought was fascinating..

"Hmm.. if you say that.." Malik pondered about it and - tongue being faster than mind - said the fatal words: "I'd like to do it with you."

After some seconds he blinked at Kaiba and added: "Man, that was a JOKE! Don't take that serious!"

But Seto did.

And remembered it.

He was not half as drunken as the Egyptian was, and that would be his doom.. he thought devilishly. For this arrogant offer he would pay.. pay with his pride and egotism.

"What about we slowly start to return home?" he suggested, smiling. He didn't want the Egyptian to suspect anything, but he had already drawn in his mind the conclusion of HOW to settle this. He wouldn't be turned into an humiliated object just because that brat made a joke about it!

"Yeah, good idea. Before I get poorer as I am already," Malik rose up, and noticed that he had difficulties to keep an erect pace. Good God.. was he really that smashed how he felt?!

But considering it.. they must've sit here for about 4-5 hours, and counting on how much glasses of schnapps he probably had swallowed.. oh my… This would turn out expensive.

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Now that they were on the streets again, the Egyptian felt the cool night air outside, and drew a deep breath. It worked at least partially to get him some clear thoughts again. By the way.. he had lost a huge amount of money, and Isis would tell him again and again how to deal properly with money..

Dammit.

Money was made to spent it on something.

"Hey, what about your going home?" Seto pointed towards the small house near them. "It's late, and your sis will be worrying about you."

"She's not there," Malik responded, and searched for the keys. Getting aware after a while, that they were lost. Did he leave them at the bar? But it must have been closed by this time.. for sure.

"Fuck."

"What is it?" Seto asked occupied, not forgetting the offer he had been made to. An offer, which was insulting in his eyes. Insulting and humiliating by someone like this little egoistical and obviously quite drunken lad.

"I lost the keys. Argh!" Malik growled to himself. "Isis will beat the hell out of me.."

"Hm.. I'm not far off from here," Kaiba suddenly suggested and had the urge to grin like a devil. It was hard, the alcohol showing effect to him too, not to smirk. "If you like, you could spent the night at my house instead."

"Hm.." Malik considered for a moment and eyed his classmate suspuciously. "Do I owe you, then?"

"No, it's all right," Seto waved aside and pointed towards another direction to make Malik follow him. If he would fall for this, he was as well as doomed..

Of course you owe me, you little bastard.. you will owe me soon enough…

"Ok," The Egyptian nodded and followed Seto to his house, just some blocks away, unaware that he had actually sealed his fate.

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„Well.. this is the bath-room, this the living- room, and this the bed-room," Kaiba showed the youth the different rooms. "I'll be a bit in the living-room, but if you want to, you can go to bed," he added. Still having a hard time to suppress his smirking face. It was just too easy..

"Thanks," Malik just headed for the door and vanished into the bath-room.

Whereas Kaiba was clearing out last doubts. He was a bit drunken, all right, but what he was going to do was far beyond drunkenness..

He had been ridiculed by someone who barely had reached adulthood.

This was more enraging than anything else anyone had ever said to him.. Oh no, he would show Malik what it meant to challenge a Seto Kaiba..

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As Malik left the bath-room, clad only in his trousers, he still felt somehow stuck in the wrong place.

He had passed a sheer incredible day, making friends with Kaiba, so to speak, and now spending the night at his house. Or with him personally?

Malik couldn't suppress a pervert grin, maybe he really had a chance to get his fun tonight. He was not deaf to his body, and it painfully remembered him of doing something to get rid of a quite familiar aching in his trousers..

But he would come to that in a minute or two.

Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on Kaiba being more alert than he had thought. Before Malik even had the chance to dodge the attack, he felt himself being pushed at the near white wall, arms being crossed vigorously on his back.

"Hey.. what-!?" the Egyptian felt the rough wall on his cheek, and a stealthy grip. "Kaiba?!"

"Don't you think I have forgotten your words," Seto's icy voice had become more biting than before. And Malik suddenly had an eerie feeling this wouldn't turn out to his personal advantage..

"What are you talking about?!" Malik hissed and tried to free himself, but didn't have the faintest chance against someone taller and more sober than him. "Let go off me!"

"Oh no.. you're mistaken deeply.." Kaiba snarled at him and pushed his feet to the outside to straddle the legs of the youth. Shoving his knee upwards, he touched the Egyptian softly between his thighs and got a subdued moan as reward.

Fuck.. this didn't turn out as expected, but Malik couldn't deny that this was somehow turning him on..

Dammit!

"Ah, I see.." he felt the knee getting higher, but still wasn't able to defend himself. "You little bastard! THINKING of doing this with me deserves severe punishment. I'll show you what it means to dare me!"

Without giving Malik time to understand, he grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the bed, furious like hell.

He still knew what he was going to do, he told himself. He was going to teach Malik a lesson which he would never forget..

"Ouwch.. let me go!" the youth tried to withstand his grip, but got now paid back for drinking too much and ignoring his limits.. For Kaiba just had to use his own strength against the Egyptian himself to make him stagger and falling down on the blanket, being immediately gyved with his nearby jacket at the metallic frame of the bed. So he had been made defenseless once again in a matter of a seconds.

"What.. what are you gonna do.." Malik was too perplexed to realize it and struggled to get free.

"You wanted to get me into bed..", Kaiba stated coolly and watched him with pure detest. "And you will get your wish granted."

And now Malik could think clearly: Here he was, drunken, lying on bottom, and being tied to a bed - that was: practically defenseless. The perfect victim for –

OH FUCK!

"No.." he stared at Kaiba with wide eyes, the bright colour in them flickering nervously.

"It's too late for excuses," the taller youth just unbuttoned his shirt and grabbed the Egyptian roughly between his thighs.

"Ouwch.." Malik bit his lip, but was unable to get free from neither Kaiba's grip nor release his tied and crossed wrists.

"This won't do for you, I fear," he got a scornful look and his oppressor didn't lose any time to undo his trousers and his own. "You had the impudence and foolishness to think of me as someone being turned into a joke. And you will pay for that.." he had unclad the Egyptian completely and let his gaze wander about the dark-skinned body beneath him.

"Not bad. Although I don't usually take a look at guys," he grinned like a wolf, showing a lustful flicker in his eyes. Funny, this morning he would never have even thought of fucking a guy, but he simply couldn't let Malik get away with this.

"Then let me go.." Malik growled at Kaiba as he felt himself being pushed against the frame, feeling the bars painfully in his back. "Let me go and I'll forget to ever have talked to you."

"In your dreams, Malik.." the taller one positioned himself at the slender youth, straddling his legs.

"No.." he tried to back off, when he felt something quite hard at his ass, but couldn't prevent being engaged in an only closer touch. "DON'T!"

Grasping the Egyptian's waist and drawing him closer to himself, the other thrust forcefully forward until there wasn't any space left in between them.

- For real! Kaiba had really done it! -

And this time Malik didn't care about his dignity anymore.

"NO!" he yelled for pain. "Take it out! Take it out!" he struggled vehemently to get free of a pain, more severe than anything else he had ever felt. Not that it was the first time that way – but

Oh God.. this was hurting like hell..!

"STOP IT!" he begged desperately, but of course met deaf ears. "I don't want that.. stop it, please!"

"Why should I?" Kaiba could barely believe what he was doing here, but knew very well that this had nothing to do with this liking-guys stuff or hormones, it just was the only way to teach this Wildcat a lesson. The only way to make him recognize how wrong he had been..

"Don't tell me you never were in this position.." he sneered at him, thrusting forward to make the slender youth shivering painfully. "I know you are a little whore.."

No, he didn't turn into a pervert.. Not at all. He just wanted to see this Wildcat humiliated.. that he never thought of something like that ever again..

"See where you are now" Seto smirked when seeing this youth helplessly twitching under him, tears of pain in his eyes... "You'll follow my command, and nothing else, just to put that clear.." he snarled at him and despite the grave situation couldn't suppress a cold smirk. "And please.. try to relax. It's much easier to move then."

"Bastard!" Malik snapped at him, the pain driving him furious. „Try that with 20 cm in your ass!"

"Your humor is priceless," Seto grinned at the Egyptian and moved stronger, with each movement pushing the youth at the bars and dragging him back at his own body. And he had to admit, maybe because of the alcohol, that it was getting to be really funny..

„Giving in already?" Seto looked at the furious sparkling eyes, but frowned surprised when he heard a quiet moan.

What was that?!

Malik couldn't believe what was going on. He had acted on sheer reflex, being touched at an invisible spot inside his body.

"Let me hear that again," Kaiba smirked and thrust again into the slowly relaxing body. If the Egyptian didn't want to give in, his body at least did.

He moaned a second time, his cheeks getting darker tinted.

"Oh.. how intresting.. you start to make that game really fascinating," Seto couldn't suppress a chuckle, keenly observing the drunken and obviously quite turned on youth beneath him.

"Don't look at me like that!" Malik growled, but felt himself getting aroused despite his will. "I don't want that! Uh.." he bit his lip as the obviously sensitive spot got hit again.

"Really?" the taller youth grabbed his best piece firmly, causing him to twitch for pain. "THIS tells me something totally different.."

Was that really him? Did he really do that? Actually.. raping a guy?

Yes, he was. And he had the right to do it.

Malik had mocked him by this careless joke, he just took his rightful revenge. First reason.

Yeah.. he was the stronger one, maintaining the power and control over him. Second reason. And Malik, being practically defenseless, took the part of a victim – The more deserving punishment. Third reason.

And three reasons were sufficient, Seto grinned.

"You are a bastard.." Malik growled menacingly, being humiliated like never before and betrayed by his own body. "I'll kill you when this is over!"

"Oh really? I would delight in that," he heard Seto snicker, who still had complete control over his own body, and not showing any other sign than a broad grin and sadistic sparkling blue eyes..

It made Malik creep - and become excited at the same time..

And this time, he became painfully aware, he had lost completely.

He was at the mercy of somebody who had turned tables to his own advantage – And whom he actually started to hate with all his heart..

"You'll regret that..!" he managed to hiss between a feeling of pain and lust, being dragged back and forth by the vigorous moves. "Don't you think I'll ever forget that!"

Thrusting deep inside his body, he felt Seto's cold and chilling voice whispering in his ear:

"Damn right, Malik.. That's exactly what I want.."