Malik/Bakura: 6
Duke/Malik: 2
Surprising?
WARNING: Slight lime? Okay, so it's probably not even lime. How's this: Oh wow, like be careful! Duke touches Malik! Okay, so I'm a loser, never stated otherwise.
*goes to hide*
Comments to reviews at the end of chapter.
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Tis The Season
Warnings: Christmas angst. AU. No character death.
Pairings: You'll just have to wait and see.
/ thoughts /
*italics*
// FLASH BACK //
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Chapter Ten
// Malik looked over at the little boy, who was quietly watching his brother sleep. Ryou hadn't left Bakura's side the entire time and Malik hoped someone would tear the child away for a little while, at least make him rest. He couldn't, however, as he felt he'd overstayed his welcome and the clock had just struck six when he decided it was time to go.
"Ryou?" Malik said softly, not wanting to disturb Bakura's sleep (though with all the medications the teen was on, he highly doubted it was possible.
Ryou looked over at him in question, silently waiting for whatever Malik had to say.
"I'm going to go now." Malik announced, and instantly regretted it when Ryou's eyes grew sadder, though the boy said nothing. "I mean for the night. If Bakura wakes up sometime while you're awake, you can spend time alone with him. And I promise to come back tomorrow, it's Christmas Eve after all." He smiled slightly, gently rubbing the boy's back, "Is that okay?"
Ryou blinked and was silent for a moment. He'd had promises broken many times before. The only promises he believed in where the ones from Bakura. Nonetheless, Malik had been very kind to stay with him, and though Ryou knew that this was the last he'd see of him, he was thankful. Slowly, the small boy let go of Bakura's hand and crawled into Malik's arms for a hug. The older teen accepted him with a tight squeeze. //
Now, driving home, Malik missed the little boy he'd spent the last seventy- two hours with. He knew that look in Ryou's eyes and he vowed to prove the little one wrong.
Sighing to himself, Malik stopped at a red light, trying not to think, but at the same time thoughts seem to swirl around his mind like a twister full of sand. Most of them revolved around the pair he'd just left at the hospital. He wanted to build a friendship with Bakura. Besides Duke, the two brothers' were the only ones that Malik could actually be himself around. When he was with Ryou there was no need for his stupid defensive act, and it had no place in the time he spent with the boy. He'd been able to be himself around Bakura too - at least, for a little while, but he'd never even tried for Joey or Mai. Malik liked being himself, and the more time he spent not being 'pharaoh' the more he wanted to just forget about the entire charade.
The problem was, he couldn't. He'd rebuilt his entire image from scratch for a reason and he didn't want to be hurt again. And most importantly, he just wanted to pretend that everything was like it had been before he moved away from Egypt. He wanted to be Marik's little brother again, he wanted Isis to be proud of him, and most importantly, he wanted his father to love him.
A horn honked, causing Malik to jump. Realizing the light had turned green; he stepped on the gas. Who was he trying to kid? What he'd had with his family was gone for good now and he only had himself to blame. At first, he couldn't understand what the big deal had been, but after hearing his father's words and accusations, Malik had come to understand that it didn't matter what he did now. His father wanted nothing to do with him. Even if he had gone home for the winter, he wouldn't have enjoyed himself much, not that that was something new. The only reason he liked being home was because than he could actually *see* everyone.
That was something he could never tell anyone, even Duke. The first winter he'd gone back had been kind of a shock. Everything had changed and Malik had been heartbroken because of that change. He'd kept telling himself that he wouldn't see his family for another six months and he should enjoy the time he spent with them, but even that lost its power. It had gotten to the point where the only thing that kept him going was the thought of being with Duke, and his friends once he returned to Canada.
Of course, that hadn't gone the way he had hoped either.
Sighing to himself and wishing he hadn't been born (and not for the first time), Malik pulled into the driveway and parked in one of the garages. Personally, he hated driving his car, but it was wintertime and his beloved motorcycle was practically useless. /Heh, just like me./ His mind supplied before he could even stop the thought. He knew he was growing more depressed by some of his thoughts, but it wasn't like he could just stop them.
Inside the house was warm, much to his chilled skin's delight. It wasn't a welcoming warmth though and the place seemed empty. /It is empty, Stupid./ His mind once again decided to speak up.
Shaking his head, Malik sprinted up the winding staircase to the second floor. He needed to be in his room - it was familiar and it felt like home. The rest of the 'house' was just a cold cover up, it was fake and he hated it.
Slamming his door shut, Malik leaned his forehead against the cool wood, trying to stop all thoughts that floated around in his mind. He just wanted to stop thinking for a little while; maybe he'd find some peace in sleep.
"Problems?" A voice from behind him caused Malik to gasp and turn around, startled. Lavender eyes were wide as they stared at the body lying across the bed. "What?"
"Duke!" Malik sighed with relief as he leaned his back against the door and let his body slide to the floor.
"Of course." Duke shrugged as he moved so he could sit up. "Who else would be able to find your room in this maze?"
Malik smiled slightly, then forced himself off of the floor. He stumbled to his bed and fell upon the mattress, where arms circled around his waist and pulled him to the head of the bed, across the other body. He let himself relax against Duke's broad chest as he listened to the calm beating of his friend's heart. "What are you doing here?" Malik wondered softly, his fingertips tracing a pattern across the material of Duke's shirt.
Duke only buried one of his hands in Malik's hair and played with the strands. "I said I'd call, but then I figured I'd just come. You don't mind, do you?"
"As long as you'll be here when I wake up." Malik whispered softly as he turned to stared at the ceiling, his hands clasping over Duke's.
Duke gently kissed Malik's neck as his fingers locked together with the blonde's. "I always have been."
/You won't always be./ Malik mentally sighed. /One day, you'll probably ask Mai to marry you. I don't think she'll want to continue sharing you./ Shaken by that thought, Malik moved in Duke's arms so he could see his friend. In silence, they stared at each other, studying the other. Duke smiled first before placing a kiss on Malik's lips. "What are you doing for Christmas?" He wondered softly, letting his fingers slide through the strands of Malik's hair. He could never get over how soft the blonde strands were and Malik knew how much Duke loved to play with his hair.
The blonde shrugged absently, "Probably sleep in, avoid the servants, and just be an all around Scrooge." He answered honestly as he moved again, resting his head on Duke's shoulder and letting his body collapse against the body beneath him. Duke was warm - a different warm than the house. Duke was welcoming and he was real.
Duke began the hair petting - not that Malik could ever mind that attention - and sighed softly, "Why don't you spend Christmas with me and my family?" He wondered, "You've never spent Christmas with us before and it'd be. . .nice." It would be more than nice, but Duke wasn't about to admit that. "Mai and Serenity will be with us for Christmas Eve, and I've invited Yugi and Yami to spend the holidays at my place so they won't be alone at the orphanage."
/Ryou and Bakura will be stuck in the hospital for Christmas alone./ The random thought crossed Malik's mind. "I don't want to ruin your holiday Duke. As it is, I've already ruined most of it." He muttered.
"What do you mean by that?" Duke demanded in confusion. "You haven't ruined anything."
Malik chuckled as he twisted his legs with Duke's. "I worried you when you were supposed to be with Yugi and Yami. I know you Duke, and I may not understand why you worry about me all the time, but the fact is, I know you do. You shouldn't though, I'm not really worth worrying over." He mumbled.
Duke grabbed Malik's head and forced the Egyptian to look at him, Duke glared angrily - though he was more frightened at those words coming from that mouth. "Don't ever think that!" He spat, "You are worth everything! I wish you were a stuck up rich brat because then I wouldn't have to worry so much!" Duke sighed and pressed his forehead against Malik's, "But no, you're sweet, vulnerable, alone and depressed!"
Malik smiled softly. He was glad to have someone worry about him, he just felt guilty when he caused that worry. "I don't want to be the pharaoh anymore." He whispered softly. "But I don't know how to stop."
Duke was silent for a moment as he continued to pet Malik's hair. Then, "Well, as your High Priest I should advise you to seek out someone that makes you comfortable and someone who you can be yourself around. Take everything in stride and take your time. This is your life and your feelings we're talking about, start with that one person who makes you feel comfortable, then add one more. When you're comfortable around the two of them, add another and then keep adding another until you're fine with a small group of close friends. It can only get better from there." Duke explained, sounding wise much like his title expressed.
Malik raised his head, "And what would Duke advise me to do?" He wondered.
Duke smirked, "As Duke I should advise you to grab the lube and condoms and forget about walking tomorrow morning." He snickered as Malik rolled his eyes.
"Good thing you're my High Priest than." The Egyptian mumbled as he rested his head against Duke's shoulder again. "But that does sound like a nice idea right about now."
Duke was quiet, deciding whether or not it was such a good idea. Malik obviously needed the comfort, but was Duke's heart willing to let him be the comforter? Coming to a decision, Duke gently lifted Malik's head so he could see the Egyptian's eyes. Malik blinked in confusion for a few seconds before those lavender spheres closed on their own as Duke's lips pressed against his.
The kiss was slow, as were most of their kisses when they were alone like this. They took their time and explored every nook and cranny of the other's mouth and they let their tongues lead the way. Eventually the kiss was broken and Duke, who'd flipped the two over so Malik was now stretched out across the bed, gently began to kiss a path along Malik's jaw.
Malik sighed happily as he moved to get more comfortable. He murmured softly as Duke changed the path and began kissing along the tanned neck, then up to a vulnerable ear lobe. Gasping helplessly, Malik swallowed hard as his ear was bathed with a warm tongue. "Duke. . ." He whispered softly as he found the end of Duke's shirt and slipped his hands beneath the material. "Want you." He shivered against the small sparks of pleasure that began wherever Duke's lips touched him. "Inside me." Malik tugged at Duke with urgency.
It had been so long, too long since they'd last been together and Malik felt deprived. It wasn't the sex he was deprived of either, he always felt complete when Duke was with him and he missed that.
/Let me pretend your mine alone for a little while. Let me pretend you love me in the sense that I love you./ Malik pleaded as he stared into Duke's eyes.
And unknowingly or not, any wish his pharaoh wanted that night, Duke granted.
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NOTES:
Oh, I would have loved to write a Duke/Malik lemon (And yes, Duke would be on top) but then you probably wouldn't get the rest of this fic until next Christmas.
You have no idea how hard it was to stop Malik from confessing to Duke! It fit into so many parts. Gah!
And to those wondering about my other fics that I haven't updated: I've been spending all my time on this one to get it done. (I never expected to make it this long, but ya know, these things happen.)
COMMENTS:
Kaira-chan - Obesity? A toy?
Kyrene (once Blood Roses - That's a very good point, but I'm still trying for a M/B. I too have fallen to like the Duke/Malik pairing (even though Malik belongs with Ryou or Bakura.) and I have the strongest urge to write a Duke/Malik story. I think I'll leave that for the sequel/prequel though.
Deniz reborn - *pouts* Duke/Malik isn't THAT bad. I'm pretty sure I can come up with worse pairings than that. (I can still try for that Grandpa/Malik idea you know, though I think Malik/Tea is the worst you could possible come across.)
Yami Yami Yugi - I was actually thinking of a slap, but my Malik Muse wanted a kiss, and he thinks he's pharaoh. Then I thought about it though, and how would Malik react to being slapped? (Or another such action.) I can't see anything good coming out of that situation. Malik may not really be a stuck up snob, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't take to being slapped.
Duke/Malik: 2
Surprising?
WARNING: Slight lime? Okay, so it's probably not even lime. How's this: Oh wow, like be careful! Duke touches Malik! Okay, so I'm a loser, never stated otherwise.
*goes to hide*
Comments to reviews at the end of chapter.
- - -
Tis The Season
Warnings: Christmas angst. AU. No character death.
Pairings: You'll just have to wait and see.
/ thoughts /
*italics*
// FLASH BACK //
- - -
Chapter Ten
// Malik looked over at the little boy, who was quietly watching his brother sleep. Ryou hadn't left Bakura's side the entire time and Malik hoped someone would tear the child away for a little while, at least make him rest. He couldn't, however, as he felt he'd overstayed his welcome and the clock had just struck six when he decided it was time to go.
"Ryou?" Malik said softly, not wanting to disturb Bakura's sleep (though with all the medications the teen was on, he highly doubted it was possible.
Ryou looked over at him in question, silently waiting for whatever Malik had to say.
"I'm going to go now." Malik announced, and instantly regretted it when Ryou's eyes grew sadder, though the boy said nothing. "I mean for the night. If Bakura wakes up sometime while you're awake, you can spend time alone with him. And I promise to come back tomorrow, it's Christmas Eve after all." He smiled slightly, gently rubbing the boy's back, "Is that okay?"
Ryou blinked and was silent for a moment. He'd had promises broken many times before. The only promises he believed in where the ones from Bakura. Nonetheless, Malik had been very kind to stay with him, and though Ryou knew that this was the last he'd see of him, he was thankful. Slowly, the small boy let go of Bakura's hand and crawled into Malik's arms for a hug. The older teen accepted him with a tight squeeze. //
Now, driving home, Malik missed the little boy he'd spent the last seventy- two hours with. He knew that look in Ryou's eyes and he vowed to prove the little one wrong.
Sighing to himself, Malik stopped at a red light, trying not to think, but at the same time thoughts seem to swirl around his mind like a twister full of sand. Most of them revolved around the pair he'd just left at the hospital. He wanted to build a friendship with Bakura. Besides Duke, the two brothers' were the only ones that Malik could actually be himself around. When he was with Ryou there was no need for his stupid defensive act, and it had no place in the time he spent with the boy. He'd been able to be himself around Bakura too - at least, for a little while, but he'd never even tried for Joey or Mai. Malik liked being himself, and the more time he spent not being 'pharaoh' the more he wanted to just forget about the entire charade.
The problem was, he couldn't. He'd rebuilt his entire image from scratch for a reason and he didn't want to be hurt again. And most importantly, he just wanted to pretend that everything was like it had been before he moved away from Egypt. He wanted to be Marik's little brother again, he wanted Isis to be proud of him, and most importantly, he wanted his father to love him.
A horn honked, causing Malik to jump. Realizing the light had turned green; he stepped on the gas. Who was he trying to kid? What he'd had with his family was gone for good now and he only had himself to blame. At first, he couldn't understand what the big deal had been, but after hearing his father's words and accusations, Malik had come to understand that it didn't matter what he did now. His father wanted nothing to do with him. Even if he had gone home for the winter, he wouldn't have enjoyed himself much, not that that was something new. The only reason he liked being home was because than he could actually *see* everyone.
That was something he could never tell anyone, even Duke. The first winter he'd gone back had been kind of a shock. Everything had changed and Malik had been heartbroken because of that change. He'd kept telling himself that he wouldn't see his family for another six months and he should enjoy the time he spent with them, but even that lost its power. It had gotten to the point where the only thing that kept him going was the thought of being with Duke, and his friends once he returned to Canada.
Of course, that hadn't gone the way he had hoped either.
Sighing to himself and wishing he hadn't been born (and not for the first time), Malik pulled into the driveway and parked in one of the garages. Personally, he hated driving his car, but it was wintertime and his beloved motorcycle was practically useless. /Heh, just like me./ His mind supplied before he could even stop the thought. He knew he was growing more depressed by some of his thoughts, but it wasn't like he could just stop them.
Inside the house was warm, much to his chilled skin's delight. It wasn't a welcoming warmth though and the place seemed empty. /It is empty, Stupid./ His mind once again decided to speak up.
Shaking his head, Malik sprinted up the winding staircase to the second floor. He needed to be in his room - it was familiar and it felt like home. The rest of the 'house' was just a cold cover up, it was fake and he hated it.
Slamming his door shut, Malik leaned his forehead against the cool wood, trying to stop all thoughts that floated around in his mind. He just wanted to stop thinking for a little while; maybe he'd find some peace in sleep.
"Problems?" A voice from behind him caused Malik to gasp and turn around, startled. Lavender eyes were wide as they stared at the body lying across the bed. "What?"
"Duke!" Malik sighed with relief as he leaned his back against the door and let his body slide to the floor.
"Of course." Duke shrugged as he moved so he could sit up. "Who else would be able to find your room in this maze?"
Malik smiled slightly, then forced himself off of the floor. He stumbled to his bed and fell upon the mattress, where arms circled around his waist and pulled him to the head of the bed, across the other body. He let himself relax against Duke's broad chest as he listened to the calm beating of his friend's heart. "What are you doing here?" Malik wondered softly, his fingertips tracing a pattern across the material of Duke's shirt.
Duke only buried one of his hands in Malik's hair and played with the strands. "I said I'd call, but then I figured I'd just come. You don't mind, do you?"
"As long as you'll be here when I wake up." Malik whispered softly as he turned to stared at the ceiling, his hands clasping over Duke's.
Duke gently kissed Malik's neck as his fingers locked together with the blonde's. "I always have been."
/You won't always be./ Malik mentally sighed. /One day, you'll probably ask Mai to marry you. I don't think she'll want to continue sharing you./ Shaken by that thought, Malik moved in Duke's arms so he could see his friend. In silence, they stared at each other, studying the other. Duke smiled first before placing a kiss on Malik's lips. "What are you doing for Christmas?" He wondered softly, letting his fingers slide through the strands of Malik's hair. He could never get over how soft the blonde strands were and Malik knew how much Duke loved to play with his hair.
The blonde shrugged absently, "Probably sleep in, avoid the servants, and just be an all around Scrooge." He answered honestly as he moved again, resting his head on Duke's shoulder and letting his body collapse against the body beneath him. Duke was warm - a different warm than the house. Duke was welcoming and he was real.
Duke began the hair petting - not that Malik could ever mind that attention - and sighed softly, "Why don't you spend Christmas with me and my family?" He wondered, "You've never spent Christmas with us before and it'd be. . .nice." It would be more than nice, but Duke wasn't about to admit that. "Mai and Serenity will be with us for Christmas Eve, and I've invited Yugi and Yami to spend the holidays at my place so they won't be alone at the orphanage."
/Ryou and Bakura will be stuck in the hospital for Christmas alone./ The random thought crossed Malik's mind. "I don't want to ruin your holiday Duke. As it is, I've already ruined most of it." He muttered.
"What do you mean by that?" Duke demanded in confusion. "You haven't ruined anything."
Malik chuckled as he twisted his legs with Duke's. "I worried you when you were supposed to be with Yugi and Yami. I know you Duke, and I may not understand why you worry about me all the time, but the fact is, I know you do. You shouldn't though, I'm not really worth worrying over." He mumbled.
Duke grabbed Malik's head and forced the Egyptian to look at him, Duke glared angrily - though he was more frightened at those words coming from that mouth. "Don't ever think that!" He spat, "You are worth everything! I wish you were a stuck up rich brat because then I wouldn't have to worry so much!" Duke sighed and pressed his forehead against Malik's, "But no, you're sweet, vulnerable, alone and depressed!"
Malik smiled softly. He was glad to have someone worry about him, he just felt guilty when he caused that worry. "I don't want to be the pharaoh anymore." He whispered softly. "But I don't know how to stop."
Duke was silent for a moment as he continued to pet Malik's hair. Then, "Well, as your High Priest I should advise you to seek out someone that makes you comfortable and someone who you can be yourself around. Take everything in stride and take your time. This is your life and your feelings we're talking about, start with that one person who makes you feel comfortable, then add one more. When you're comfortable around the two of them, add another and then keep adding another until you're fine with a small group of close friends. It can only get better from there." Duke explained, sounding wise much like his title expressed.
Malik raised his head, "And what would Duke advise me to do?" He wondered.
Duke smirked, "As Duke I should advise you to grab the lube and condoms and forget about walking tomorrow morning." He snickered as Malik rolled his eyes.
"Good thing you're my High Priest than." The Egyptian mumbled as he rested his head against Duke's shoulder again. "But that does sound like a nice idea right about now."
Duke was quiet, deciding whether or not it was such a good idea. Malik obviously needed the comfort, but was Duke's heart willing to let him be the comforter? Coming to a decision, Duke gently lifted Malik's head so he could see the Egyptian's eyes. Malik blinked in confusion for a few seconds before those lavender spheres closed on their own as Duke's lips pressed against his.
The kiss was slow, as were most of their kisses when they were alone like this. They took their time and explored every nook and cranny of the other's mouth and they let their tongues lead the way. Eventually the kiss was broken and Duke, who'd flipped the two over so Malik was now stretched out across the bed, gently began to kiss a path along Malik's jaw.
Malik sighed happily as he moved to get more comfortable. He murmured softly as Duke changed the path and began kissing along the tanned neck, then up to a vulnerable ear lobe. Gasping helplessly, Malik swallowed hard as his ear was bathed with a warm tongue. "Duke. . ." He whispered softly as he found the end of Duke's shirt and slipped his hands beneath the material. "Want you." He shivered against the small sparks of pleasure that began wherever Duke's lips touched him. "Inside me." Malik tugged at Duke with urgency.
It had been so long, too long since they'd last been together and Malik felt deprived. It wasn't the sex he was deprived of either, he always felt complete when Duke was with him and he missed that.
/Let me pretend your mine alone for a little while. Let me pretend you love me in the sense that I love you./ Malik pleaded as he stared into Duke's eyes.
And unknowingly or not, any wish his pharaoh wanted that night, Duke granted.
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NOTES:
Oh, I would have loved to write a Duke/Malik lemon (And yes, Duke would be on top) but then you probably wouldn't get the rest of this fic until next Christmas.
You have no idea how hard it was to stop Malik from confessing to Duke! It fit into so many parts. Gah!
And to those wondering about my other fics that I haven't updated: I've been spending all my time on this one to get it done. (I never expected to make it this long, but ya know, these things happen.)
COMMENTS:
Kaira-chan - Obesity? A toy?
Kyrene (once Blood Roses - That's a very good point, but I'm still trying for a M/B. I too have fallen to like the Duke/Malik pairing (even though Malik belongs with Ryou or Bakura.) and I have the strongest urge to write a Duke/Malik story. I think I'll leave that for the sequel/prequel though.
Deniz reborn - *pouts* Duke/Malik isn't THAT bad. I'm pretty sure I can come up with worse pairings than that. (I can still try for that Grandpa/Malik idea you know, though I think Malik/Tea is the worst you could possible come across.)
Yami Yami Yugi - I was actually thinking of a slap, but my Malik Muse wanted a kiss, and he thinks he's pharaoh. Then I thought about it though, and how would Malik react to being slapped? (Or another such action.) I can't see anything good coming out of that situation. Malik may not really be a stuck up snob, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't take to being slapped.