This chapter has a lot of BDSM terms in it, so be sure to check the glossary if you don't know what something is. As always, thanks to Peggy for proofreading! If you're enjoying this story, make sure to drop me a review! ;D

Seto smirked for what felt like the twentieth time that night. "Alright, then we'll go to your place."

Malik grinned in return, resting his chin on the palm of his hand. "Glad you see it my way."

After that, lunch went smoothly and passed fairly quickly. Their food arrived and a bit of comfortable small talk bubbled up as they ate; talk of their jobs and hobbies, family and friends, and other quote-unquote neutral topics. They joked and made references to their old Skype conversations and, of course, flirted over dessert.

Malik had initiated a game of footsie several minutes ago, and it didn't stop even once they'd finished dessert. Seto didn't mind, and that half smirk of his returned as he pressed the toe of his shoe to the toe of Malik's boot. It was such a simple thing, but he found it very cute and endearing, especially since Malik acted so casual about it.

"Well," Malik began, licking a bit of stray chocolate from his lips and fingers. Seto had been less messy with his sundae but then again, Malik had probably been messy on purpose. "That was delicious. I can see why you like this place."

Seto nodded, stacking his dishes and pushing them away. "Indeed. The food is quite enjoyable."

Malik hummed an agreement, pushing his dishes aside as well. "I wouldn't mind coming back here sometime."

"Are you suggesting a second date?"

"Of course. Wouldn't dream of coming here alone."

They shared a sensual glance before Malik took out his wallet. Seto's expression turned to a frown. "I'll pay."

"No, no, you probably pay for all your dates. Besides, I was the one who wanted to meet up."

"Yes, but I was the one who suggested this place. Besides, a bill this small is nothing for me."

They argued like this back and forth for several minutes, finally deciding to split the bill in the end. Seto still left a generous tip, as per his personal norm, and collected Malik's portion of the bill before taking it to the register to pay. Malik collected their things and met him at the door.

"Ready to go?" he asked, handing Seto his briefcase with a small smile. Seto took it with a nod, pulling out his car keys as they left the building. It was barely half past three, but the seasons were changing and the sun was already beginning to dip low on the horizon. The wind had a certain chill to it that made them both shiver.

"We can take my car," Seto stated, turning it on with the button on his keychain. Malik raised an eyebrow at this, somehow not surprised this fancy thing was Seto's.

"I'm not leaving my bike here," Malik replied evenly, throwing a leg over the seat and settling into it. He cocked an eyebrow at Seto, almost a challenge, daring him to get on.

Seto didn't budge. "And I'm not riding on a loud, greasy, death machine."

"Watch it- another insult like that I'll tie you to this death machine and flog* you."

The air in Seto's lungs left him at that, a spark of lust running straight to his groin at the images that statement produced. He shifted slightly, not wanting his desire to be obvious, and hid the pink tint to his cheeks by turning his face away.

"Is that a threat, Malik?" he shot back, not wanting to let Malik know those words had gotten to him –yet.

"Take it as you will," Malik returned simply, shoving his keys in the ignition and starting his motorcycle up. "Either way, I'm taking my bike home. You do whatever you want, so long as you come with me." He eyed Seto again, another silent challenge. The engine rumbled and the bike vibrated beneath him, a persuasive, reverberating tune.

Seto raised an eyebrow, looking both Malik and the bike up and down. "I'll follow behind you in my car," he said, and that was the end of it. Even if he did want to ride on some loud, smelly, greasy motorcycle –not that he did- he wouldn't now. Not with Malik as the driver, and images of Malik's threat still lingering in his head. He needed to be alone for a while to compose himself.

With the ride situation out of the way, Malik backed out of his parking space. Seto did the same, following Malik as he drove off out of the parking lot and into the street. As he drove he tried to think of something, anything, that wasn't related to motorcycles and Malik tying him up and whipping him. He didn't want to have to fill those checklists out while horny, but it seemed like the more he tried not to think about it, the more he thought about it. The more he thought about it, the hornier he got. By the time they arrived at Malik's house he was reluctant to even get out of his car, let alone sit down with Malik and talk about what was on that checklist. Damn it.

Seeing Malik get off his motorcycle and look back at him gave him enough strength to turn the ignition off, at least. With gritted teeth and baited breath he opened the door and put one leg out, now cursing his brother for picking out pants that were far too tight. At least his slacks had room for a boner.

Seto was apparently taking so long to get out of the car Malik decided to come see if he needed any help. He said nothing to Seto, but the smug smile on his face told the man everything he needed to know. This damn minx knew what he was doing, and he had already dragged Seto into a game he hadn't even been aware of.

Malik wordlessly took Seto's arm, the gentle grip making an involuntary shiver go through him. He gave Seto a slight tug and, as if that action had been an order and not a suggestion, he stepped out of the car and shut the door behind him. He'd barely remembered to grab his briefcase on the way out. Malik didn't even give him a second to explain.

"You're been thinking about it, haven't you," Malik said in a hushed, sultry tone. It wasn't a question, nor a guess; he knew what he'd said had gotten under Seto's skin the second he'd said it. Even now Seto's mind seemed to wander from the moment, to a possible future where ropes and floggers where involved. He chuckled deeply, leaning closer to Seto, drawing the other man's attention back to him. "Answer me."

Seto's mouth went dry, and when he opened it to speak nothing came out. He wasn't a virgin by any means, nor had he ever been put so on edge by a potential lover. It was equal parts the power Malik had already imposed over him just by being suggestive, and Seto's desire to submit to him, as well as their months and months of sexting. The lust was already there, but being with him in person, where those suggestions could very easily become a reality was almost too much. He had never met anyone like Malik before, never been involved with someone like Malik before… He wasn't as prepared for this as he'd thought.

Malik's hand was still on his arm, and he used his grip on him to gently push Seto backwards against the car. Gently, of course, so Seto could move away if he wanted to.

He let himself be pinned between Malik and his car.

"I'm waiting," Malik whispered, his other hand resting on Seto's hip now. His hands were warm compared to the chill of the wind and the cold metal on his back, and Seto felt like he was going to burst into flames from that alone. He swallowed discreetly, trying to shake off the lustful haze that had enveloped him, but with each second that passed Malik seemed to be getting closer, and his grip tighter, and the desire was becoming stifling.

"Y-yes…" His voice was hoarse, but he had managed to get his answer out nonetheless. Malik hummed, obviously pleased that he had gotten Seto so worked up. He moved even closer, pressing their bodies together and tilting his head like he was coming in for a kiss. Seto moved without thinking, tilting his own head to meet Malik halfway. And then, without warning, he released Seto and stepped away.

"That's all I wanted to know," Malik grinned, tone back to normal. Seto stared at where he'd been for several long moments, shocked and confused and still so horny it took him a second to process what had happened. When he had he groaned and covered his face, embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

"You fucking tease," he hissed, stepping away from the car and dropping his hand so he could glare at Malik. His face had turned quite a flattering shade of pink, and Malik's grin just spread wider.

"Hey, if you think that was bad, just wait until you see some of the other things I have planned for you."

Seto's eyes narrowed at him, but said nothing as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He supposed he couldn't fault Malik too much; being teased was one of his biggest turn ons. So, of course, he was just harder than before. He wasn't even sure he could walk properly.

"Now, come on." He grabbed Seto's arm again and began pulling him towards his house. "I want to get these limit things filled out so we can get to the really fun stuff."

The house Malik shared with Ryou wasn't large or impressive by any stretch of the imagination. It was a small two story thing with barely enough room for two adults, let alone an actual family, which is what it had been built for. The paint on the outside was peeling, both tenants being far too lazy to touch up, but it was a pleasant enough color that it didn't look horrible. There were small gardens that Ryou took care of on either side of the stairs, one with flowers and one with vegetables. The bushes that surrounded the porch were lush and untrimmed, as neither man who lived here had anyone to impress.

"It's not much but rent is cheap," Malik explained when he saw Seto looking at the house with a critical eye. "I know it probably doesn't suit your fancy-shamcy millionaire tastes, but with the money I save on rent I've been able to furnish a sizeable playspace*."

Seto only shrugged in response, his mind elsewhere. Like what these curious hooks on the roof of the porch were used for. Malik didn't seem to mind the lack of reply, just unlocking the door and stepping inside. It was nearing four now, and just as he'd hoped, Ryou was out of sight. His car was gone, and he'd even cleaned up the living room a little. Malik made a note to thank him for that later as he hung up his coat and breathed in the lemony scent that Ryou's cleaning supplies had left behind.

"Just make yourself at home," he told Seto, hanging up his bag as well and pulling a small black box and his copies of the checklist from inside it. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Tea, if you have any." He debated whether or not he should take off his blazer. He hated how he looked in the t-shirt, but he knew he'd just overheat in the blazer with how hot and bothered he was. After a moment he hung it beside Malik's coat.

He settled down onto the couch, trying to subtly find a position that was both classy and didn't make his jeans strain against his cock. He couldn't find one, and he cursed softly.

After a few minutes Malik returned with a mug of hot tea and a can of soda. He sat down on the opposite side of the couch so they had just enough room between them to breathe. He cracked open his soda, watching Seto sip at his tea. "Your dick still bothering you?" he asked out of nowhere, and Seto almost choked on his drink.

"What?"

Malik just shrugged. "I felt your boner earlier when I had you against your car. I was just wondering if it had gone away yet."

Seto frowned indignantly. "If you must know, no, it has not. And I blame you for it entirely."

"Of course. I accept full responsibility for it."

Seto was silent for a moment. "Does that mean you'll help me with it?"

Looking up at him, Malik just smirked and took a long drink from his soda can to stall, licking and smacking his lips once he'd swallowed his fill. "Hmm…" He tapped his chin in thought, pursing his lips and scrunching his nose a little. "Hmm… Nope. Don't think so."

Seto groaned under his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. Malik just snickered mischievously.

"Now that we're comfy," Malik said with obvious humor, "let's get these checklists out of the way."

Seto, still exasperated from the teasing, sighed and grabbed his briefcase. "It'll be faster is we just fill out each other's for now," he said, assuming Malik had plans for once they were through. The man's earlier words returned to him, confirming that thought. "We can see where things go from there," something to that effect. Malik definitely had a plan, but what it was, he wasn't saying.

Malik picked up his own papers and a pen. "Alrighty then, let's see…" He studied the checklist more thoroughly now; each page was separated into two boxed in columns, the one on the left with the activity in question in alphabetical order and the box on the right for indicating willingness on a scale of 0 to 5. He quickly read over the directions, even though he understood it well enough. One was to rank their willingness to perform the activities on a scale of 0 to 5, 0 being the hardest of hard limits, 3 being a soft limit, and 5 being a huge turn on.

"Abrasion*?" Malik read off the first one, glancing up at Seto to see his reaction. The other man bit his lip.

"A three, I suppose. Depends on the material used. You?"

"Four if I'm doing it to someone else, two if it's done to me."

Seto looked up at him with a curiously raised eyebrow. "Oh? And who'd be doing it to you?"

"I started this all as a sub, remember?" He was sure he had shared this with Seto when they'd talked about how they had gotten into BDSM in the first place, and by the nod Seto gave him, he had.

"Hard to imagine you as someone else's plaything," Seto muttered, almost to himself. They marked each other's numbers and moved on.

"Age play*?" Seto read off, his expression revealing his own disgust.

"Ew. Zero."

"Same for me."

Once more they marked the number down. They continued going through them, taking turns reading off each activity and ranking it on the scale given. If they ran into something they didn't know of, they looked it up on their phones and continued. After half an hour, they had only reached the F's. Somewhere between abrasion and flame play*, Malik had stretched out on the couch, sitting up against some pillows with his feet in Seto's lap and his papers on his thighs. Seto didn't mind, and had even taken to dragging the tip of his own pen along Malik's sole when he took too long to answer.

"Alright, next one is flogging." Malik smirked up at Seto when he said this, though by Seto's frown he'd already seen it. "Do I even have to ask what this one is?"

Seto averted his eyes. His erection was at least half gone now, so all of his blood was free to rush to his face. "…Five."

Malik chuckled and marked it down. "Thought so. Five for me, too."

Seto just got redder at that, and he hurriedly read off the next activity so Malik didn't have a chance to talk about it more. "Flogging horse*?"

"I have one," Malik grinned proudly at this, sticking out his tongue. Seto just barely caught the glint of a silver tongue ring before it disappeared back into Malik's mouth. "If that's any indication."

Seto smirked and wrote down a 5. "I've never been on one, so put down a three."

Malik pouted and did so. "What would it take to get you on one?"

Seto hummed in thought. What indeed? "Perhaps a demonstration as to how they work?"

This made Malik chuckle. "I'll think about it. Food play*?"

"Zero."

Malik hummed in thought. "Eh, maybe a one for me. Never tried it before, honestly." Seto eyed him for a moment before writing the rank down.

It took them almost two more hours to complete the list, and by then Malik's thoughts were racing with all of the things Seto had rated as 5. He could work so many of those into scenes, and many of them were things he himself enjoyed immensely. He had so many ideas, and he wished he had a notebook so he could write them all down.

Seto groaned and laid the papers down, stretching out and rubbing his neck. He checked the time and groaned again. He was supposed to have called Mokuba an hour ago. "If you'll excuse me, I need to make a phone call," Seto said, tickling Malik's soles to make him move his feet. "If you have any more plans for tonight, tell me now so I can let my brother know I won't be home tonight."

Malik had so many plans. It was hard to decide on just one for tonight. "I do have some…" he said vaguely, not wanting Seto to know just how many he had. He really needed that notebook right about now.

Seto nodded to acknowledge he'd heard Malik, and then stepped out of the room so he could call his brother in private. Malik was up off the couch immediately, rummaging in his drawers until he found one of his old sketchbooks from college. Good enough.

Sitting back down, he flipped through the pages until he found some that were empty, and he quickly began jotting down all the ideas he had to various scenes and activities. He'd have a few issues deciphering the hurried handwriting and abbreviations he was using later, but he'd worry about that when the time came.

Several minutes passed before Seto returned to the room, and Malik was still writing. Seto raised an eyebrow and sat beside him, looking at the chicken scratch covering the page. "What are you doing?" he asked, hardly impressed.

"Nothing. Just jotting some ideas down." Malik gave him a coy smile and shut the sketch book, tossing it aside without a care. He turned to Seto then, grabbing his hair and tugging him closer. Seto's eyes narrowed slightly, but aside from that he showed no reaction to the pain.

"Now my dear…" That husky tone was back, but it was more commanding than before, and Seto's skin erupted with goosebumps. Malik leaned close so his lips brushed against Seto's cheek as he spoke. "I intend to fuck you tonight, but I'll give you two options. Option one, you call me 'Malik' and we spend our time doing non-sexual things until you feel like leaving; or, option two; you call me 'Master' and you are at my mercy to do with as I please. Understood?"

Seto nodded, his breath faltering once more as he tried to speak. "Y-yes…" Malik's lips trailed to his neck, and he clenched his jaw to keep from moaning as Malik bit his skin.

"Yes, what?"

Seto swallowed thickly, his eyes closing. It was all on him, he had the power to shut this whole thing down right now. All he had to do was call Malik by his name, and this would stop right here. But Malik was here, they were finally together and they finally had the chance to relive all their digital desires, and he was so ready to be dominated, so fucking ready to give in and let Malik take control…

And yet… Was he truly ready? Emotionally, mentally, could he handle submitting? Could he put aside his pride and dignity and allow someone else take the lead?

"Well?" Malik was growing impatient, and he gave Seto's hair a small tug. Seto grit his teeth, opening his eyes enough to see Malik was staring at him. His eyes were hard and commanding, but his lips curled in a smug smile. Seto felt like his insides had turned to jelly.

"Yes…Master."

*Flog/Flogging: Whipping or lashing, in this case while using something called a flogger, which is a type of whip with many thin "tails", usually made of strips of leather.

*Playspace: An area or room where BDSM equipment and toys are kept and where BDSM activity usually happens. Also called "dungeons" by some people, though playspace is far less dramatic than dungeon.

*Abrasion: Using various, usually rough, materials such as sand paper, brushes, or leather to stimulate the body.

*Age play: Pretending you're either younger or older than you actually are.

*Flame play: A type of play which involves fire. Is considered dangerous and if not done correctly, can lead to burns and even scarring.

*Flogging horse: A padded bench-like sawhorse on which submissives are mounted and secured by use of tethers. Sometimes also called spanking bench or spanking horse.

*Food play: Play where the Dom controls the sub's food intake, including what type of food and how much they eat.