***LadyKaiba27 wanted a tied-up and gagged Seto with one of the villains. Here's the first of two, Yami Marik x Seto. This isn't as hardcore as she wanted, but hopefully it's a fun read all the same. Edited? Gracious no. Feel free to point out typos and I'll fix them ASAP.***
No one would have guessed that the man walking down the apartment hallway in ripped jeans and a hoodie was Seto Kaiba. Even if someone he knew saw him, they wouldn't recognize him in casual clothing and mussed, unbrushed hair, and that was exactly the point. The press didn't need to know about his personal life, and Seto intended to ensure that they never learned about it.
The apartment complex wasn't in the worse part of town, nor was it in a good part of town, but that worked to their favor. On one knew who lived here except Ryou - who'd helped the dark soul get the apartment in the first place.
Seto stopped in front of a door that looked like all the others, only the number differentiating it from its counterparts, and knocked. The door opened and Seto saw eyes so vibrant that the looked like shards of lavender stained glass. The hair also looked like broken shards - only gold instead of lavender. He nodded and stepped aside so Seto could enter the apartment building.
He'd been there once before, two weeks ago for introductions and to plan the scene. Ryou had been insisting, for quite awhile, that they both expand their social horizons, and they finally submitted to his wishes. They always submitted to Ryou's wishes. That's why Ryou was so good at what he did. Seto was a little reserved about trying a new Dom, but Ryou had trained Mariku himself, and there was a certain . . . appeal to trying a scene with someone so potentially dangerous.
Mariku handed Seto a glass of brandy. Seto accepted it with a nod and sat on the red, suede couch in the living room, crossing his legs and sipping the liquor. He had until he set the empty glass down on the coffee table - that was Mariku's cue to begin. Once class of brandy to fully commit or chicken out, but Seto Kaiba wasn't one to back away. He relaxed into the furniture and looked around. The apartment was smothered with ferns and ivy, plants that thrived in the shade. He wonder if they'd been Mariku's choice, or an ironic joke of Ryou's choosing. Nonetheless, the dim apartment and myriad plants gave the place a calming effect, which was probably the point, to keep the dragon sleeping. Seto smiled at the metaphor; he was rather fond of dragons.
"Nervous?" The former darkness smirked, but it only made him look attractive.
"No," Seto replied, and it was true, he wasn't nervous although perhaps excited was a proper word. He downed the last taste of brandy and toyed with the cup. Seto could see a slight ripple in Mariku's shoulder muscles as he tensed, watching Seto's hand and the glass. Seto ran his fingertip along the glass's lip, drawing out the moment and keeping his soon-to-be-tormentor in suspense.
Then he set down the glass and Mariku was on him like a beast, tearing the clothes away from Seto's body before Seto could so much as catch a breath. Seto had planned to struggle, but he'd never gotten the opportunity because Mariku was so quick. After stripping him, Mariku stood above Seto and leered. "Now, what to do with the little bird I've caught?"
That was Seto's que to bolt. He lept over the back of the sofa and ran down the hallway towards the back room. Mariku followed him straight over the sofa, slamming Seto against the hallway wall.
He leaned against Seto's naked back, clucking disapprovingly into Seto's ear. "No escaping now." Mariku grabbed both of Seto's wrists and lifted them up.
Seto saw that Mariku managed to trap him exactly where the manacles had been installed. After securing his wrists, Mariku spread Seto's legs wide, and fastening similar restrictions on his ankles. The wrist cuffs were directly attached to the wall; however, the ankle shackles has a short chain to give Seto some, but limited, movement. Mariku grabbed the back of Seto's hair, tugging it sideways to expose Seto's neck. Mariku placed several soft, endearing kisses on Seto's skin. "You be good and stay here. I'll be back when I feel like it."
He left Seto alone. Seto pressed his forehead against the wall, trying to suppress the giddy eager feeling trembling inside of him. After a few minutes later, Mariku returned. He had a small jar filled with ointment, and proceeded in applying dabs around Seto's wrists and ankles. He grinned as he worked the ointment into Seto's skin. "Won't do to have ugly red welts on my pretty new pet."
Seto resisted the urge to laugh.
Mariku seemed to sense Seto's amusement. He grabbed Seto's hair again, turning him so that their noses almost brushed together. "Did you have something to say, little bird?"
Seto shook his head no as best he could in Mariku's grip.
"Oh good, I'd hate to have to punish you." He closed his eyes and leaned closer to Seto's mouth. Mariku's teeth gently bit Seto's bottom lip. He pulled with care, not breaking the skin of Seto's lip, but always keep enough pressure for the threat of it. His tongue replaced his teeth, running along the crescents his teeth left inside Seto's inner lip.
His toying turned into proper - and amazing - french kissing. This surprised Seto, and he found himself submitting to Mariku on a much deeper level than he'd planned, cursing Ryou as it happened for teaching Mariku to be so thorough in his role of dominate.
By the time Mariku pulled away they were both flushed and panting. Mariku smirked, slapping Seto's ass with a loud clap. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. You stay here."
Seto groaned. They'd planned it all out, but Seto hadn't expected himself to be so ready so quickly, or he would have never suggested they drag things out to add to the suspense. All he could do was wait, strapped to the wall, and listen the the shower run in the bathroom right behind him. It was a quick shower. The door opened and steam caressed Seto's back.
"You're still there. What a good caged bird you are," Mariku said in a mocking voice, as if Seto had a way to escape. "You deserve a reward for staying put." He disappeared into his bedroom and reappeared half a minute later with a ball gag in his hands. He inserted the gag into Seto's mouth and tied it back, whispering with a menacing voice, "we don't want you screaming too much, do we? It'd be a shame if the police interrupted."
Yes, Seto thought, a damn shame. Seto's erection pulsed against the cool wall in front of him. He wanted stimulation; he wanted it that moment. It wouldn't do to have anyone knock on the door during their game.
Seto exhaled through his nose when lube-cold fingers shoved inside him. He tried slamming his ass backwards to deepen the touch, but that only earned a hand pressed against his back to hold him in place.
"Not until you deserve it," Mariku purred, and Seto didn't need to look back to see that he grinned.
The torture only lasted a minute and then Mariku held Seto's waist, guiding Seto's feet back a few centimeters. He crammed his full length into Seto without warning and Seto screamed, closing his eyes and breathing hard through his nose. Each slam of Mariku's hips sent jolts from Seto's back to his groin, and the sensation made Seto's toes curl.
Only one thing bothered Seto, he couldn't swallow with the ball gag in his mouth and it was making spit dribble down his chin. It annoyed him, enough so that he tapped the heel of his foot against Mariku's shin - twice, it meant Seto needed to talk for a moment.
With a small grunt, Mariku pulled out, sucking in a few quick breaths before undoing the gag. Seto swallowed and wiped his mouth against his own shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Mariku asked.
"Drop the gag. I don't like it."
Mariku tossed the ball gag down the hall towards his room. "Done. Anything else, my pet?"
Seto shook his head no. He was impatient to have Mariku back inside of him, but knew better than to give an order to his current master.
"Then, where were we?" Mariku sang in a teasing voice, ramming back into Seto. "Ah yes." He slammed into him once again. "Right. Here."
Seto gasped, trying not to scream now that he no longer had the gag, but it was hard not to shout when Mariku's every thrust seemed to strike Seto's prostate.
Mariku wrapped his arms around Seto's middle, purring against Seto's neck. "Does my little bird want to sing?"
He shoved into Seto again, and Seto did give out a little cry, though straggled and repressed.
Mariku slid his hands down lower, grabbing Seto's erection with both his hands. "Sing for me, little caged bird."
A minute latter Seto was calling out, indifferent to who may hear him through the walls. He would have collapsed if Marik hadn't help his waist again, pumping faster and reaching his own climax. Afterward, Mariku nuzzled the back of Seto's neck. Like the kissing, it was unexpected, but not unwelcomed.
Mariku spoke into the back of Seto's neck, sounding awkward and bashful, the scene was over and with it, the commanding, slightly dangerous presence Mariku always projected seemed to peel back, revealing something sharp, but fragile, like the edge of a sheet of glass. "There's chevre and figs if you're hungry. You can help yourself to the brandy, or you can shower and leave if that suits you better." There was a pause, crisp and wonderfully drawn out before Mariku spoke again. "I'm going to take a nap. You're free to join me - if you're into that sort of thing."
He slipped a chain off of his neck with a key and unlocked the manacles and ankle cuffs. He inspected Seto's wrists and ankles for signs of chaffing, rubbing each to ease the stiffness from being bound. Once satisfied that nothing had left a mark - Seto couldn't afford to have signs of his favorite hobby show when he was at work - Mariku nodded and turned to go back to his bedroom, and Seto followed him.
