Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Warmth in Winter ❯ Cold ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

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Note:
Yami Marik= Mariku
Hikari Marik= Malik
(I think everyone should be able to tell them apart... I hope.)

Chapter 1- Cold

Malik shivered, curling up into a ball and clutching the thin sheet tighter around his body.

"Just my luck." he muttered to himself. "Isis and Rishid leave, the heater breaks, and I'm stuck here with /him/. Worst of all, it's winter!"

Malik shivered again.

Under normal circumstances, he'd simply go to either Isis' or Rishid's room and bunk with one of them, sleeping next to one of his siblings like he had done on cold Egyptian nights. Since they had left for the night, that wasn't an option.

And like hell he'd go to his dark side and ask to sleep next to /him/. He'd rather freeze.
Mariku had been looking at him oddly lately- Malik didn't quite know what that look meant, but it made his stomach do flips.

With nervousness of course. Just because he didn't know what that look meant. He was nervous about what his yami planned. That was all. Of course.

Mariku had also taken to touching him a lot more lately- or so Malik thought. He had talked to Isis, but she had said she didn't notice.

Thing was, Malik was sure he was right. Mariku would brush past him in the hallways, arms lightly touching. When Malik cooked dinner, Mariku would be standing right by and 'helping' his hikari. Everytime Mariku's skin touched his own, Malik could feel a shiver go through him, and sometimes his face would start burning.

Malik had no clue why he was reacting so oddly to his dark, but it bothered him. Even his emotions seemed out of whack, his anger acting up whenever he spotted Mariku talking to someone else without threatening them at least twice.

In any case, it was obviously his dark half's fault that he was reacting like this, and therefore his dark half had to be avoided until either these reactions went away or Malik found what was causing them.

He shivered again, trying to curl up into a tight ball to preserve heat and realizing he couldn't get much smaller than he already was.

'This is awful. I'll never get any sleep at this rate.' Malik turned his head to look at his bedroom door.

'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to sleep with him for one night?' Malik's thoughts paused, realizing how he sounded. His face burned.

'I meant, it might not be so bad to sleep next to that psycho- not with! Definately not with!' Frustrated with the turn his thoughts had taken, he forcefully pushed them out of his mind.

It may have been easy to say he'd rather freeze than lie next to Mariku, but it was a lot harder to actually freeze when a solution was so easily availible.

Malik carefully sat up, his decision made.

'Isis and Rishid will be disappointed and sad if I freeze to death.' he reasoned to himself, mind grasping for an excuse. He kept his blanket wrapped around his body and slid out of his bed, grabbing a pillow as he walked towards his door.

The floor was almost unbearably cold under his feet, and moving just helped what little heat his body had escape quicker.

By the time he had reached Mariku's room- three doors down the hall- he was shivering uncontrollably and could hear his teeth chattering.

He didn't bother knocking, instead reaching out with his free hand to turn the cold metal doorknob and push the door gently open.

"Mariku?" he called into the dark room, eyes not able to penetrate the darkness.

"Malik? And what are you doing here, hikari?" the deep voice of his dark replied.

'Apparently he couldn't sleep either.' Malik thought. 'At least I don't have to wake him up.'

"I'm kind of c-cold. Can I sleep here?" he asked, teeth chattering loudly.

There was a few seconds silence, then what sounded like a triumphant chuckle.

"Of course you can. Come here, Malik." Malik could hear the smirk in Mariku's voice.

'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...' he thought, starting to have second thoughts.

"I'm waiting." Mariku said. The smaller blonde moved forward and closed the door behind him, deciding that being warm was more important.

He climbed slowly into the bed, feeling Mariku's heat radiate out from the other side of the bed. He put his pillow down on his side- making sure to stay far enough away from his yami that he couldn't touch him. He climbed underneath the warm blanket and pulled the blanket he had brought with him over his body as well.

Suddenly, Mariku's weight shifted. Malik could feel himself being pulled towards the other, two strong, warm arms wrapping around him.

"You won't get warm all the way over there, hikari." Mariku told him, smirk still evident in his voice.

Malik involuntarily shivered- from the cold, or so he told himself.

"Let go of me. I just need to warm up so I can sleep- that's all. I don't want you to touch me at all- do you understand?" he asked, tone as frigid as the air. He shoved away from his dark, Mariku making a small noise of surprise as Malik made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, as far away from Mariku as he could get while leeching off the heat Mariku provided.

"Fine." Mariku didn't sound too happy, and Malik could tell that the other now had his back to him when the blankets shifted.

'Anyone else would probably question the sanity of anyone who willingly shared a bed with an angry psycho.' Malik mused, curling up a bit so he could preserve heat. He closed his eyes, hoping to finally fall asleep.

His eyes snapped open a second later, images he didn't want clouding his mind the second he closed his violet orbs.

'I didn't like it when he held me.' he snarled at the images- mostly pictures of himself wrapped in that comforting embrace just moments ago. He hadn't liked it- nope, not one bit. The only reason he still thought if it was... because he didn't like the fact that his dark took such a liberty as holding him. That had to be it.

Malik nodded to himself, satisfied with his explanation. He firmly banished the images from his mind and closed his eyes again, intent on getting some sleep now that he was slightly warmer.

The blankets shifted again.

A minute later, Malik's eyes shot open.

"Mariku!" he hissed angrily, turning around in the loose embrace his yami held him in. "What did I say abou-"

He stopped, steam abruptly lost when he registered what he was seeing.

Mariku had his eyes closed serenely, face soft and slack in what appeared to be sleep. His breathing was even and deep, warm breath blowing gently against Malik's neck.

'Asleep already?' Malik wondered, then tensed when Mariku's arms tightened around him, Mariku's face nuzzling closer to his neck.

'He looks almost... innocent when he's asleep.' Malik thought, eyes softening. He moved one of his arms gently to run his hand through his dark's spikey hair.

'It's so soft...' he thought.

"Malik..." Mariku murmured quietly, apparently talking in his sleep.

Abruptly, Malik's hand came to a halt.

'What am I doing!?' he demanded, quickly removing his hand and trying to shove his dark back onto the other side of the bed.

"Move!" he commanded out loud, but Mariku didn't react. Panic and disbelief began flooding through his veins.

He was /not/ being held by his dark and enjoying it- he was /not/!

Malik began shoving at Mariku in earnest, but his actions had the opposite effect.

Mariku pulled him tighter, one of the yami's long legs worming in between the hikari's legs and wrapping around him.

They were now pressed quiet firmly against each others bodies, Mariku's face buried in Malik's neck and their hips pressing together. Malik shoving his dark and his dark's subsequent reaction had also caused the smaller Egyptian's nightshirt to ride up slightly, and Mariku's hand had found that small opening with his hand, his palm resting against Malik's bare side.
Malik could feel his face burning again.

'I am /not/ enjoying this.' he told himself, though not very convincingly.

It was rather comfortable. And warm...

"Mariku? Wake up. Get off of me now, or I'll have Isis ground you when she gets back." Malik said. Okay- it didn't have quite the flair of 'get off of me or I'll send you to the Shadow Realm', but it was usually just as effective...

"Mariku?" Malik's voice trailed off, uncertainly. His dark half really seemed to be asleep.

And this really wasn't that bad... in fact, it was kind of good...

'He's crazy. He's evil- he tried to kill me and everyone else I know. I don't like this at all, right?' Deciding he would get no sleep in the same bed as Mariku while being held by said other, Malik tried to untangle their bodies so he could move them back to their respective sides.

'Tried' being the operative word.

Mariku just pulled him closer, rolling partially so now he was on top of his light.

Malik's face started burning again. He tilted his head away from Mariku's face, uncomfortable with how his yami's breath brushed gently against his cheek.

He was also uncomfortable with how his yami's body pressed down on his own, not comfortable at all with feeling each plane and muscle of his dark's chest through the material of their clothes. He didn't like it at all. Really. Extremely uncomfortable.

Malik tensed as his dark shifted again, bringing their mouths too close for comfort.

It was only natural for his eyes to be drawn to Mariku's lips, right? Since they were so close... and seemed so soft...

'No!' Malik berated himself, shutting his eyes to block out that sight. It wasn't tempting him at all. Not a bit. Nope, he was not being tempted by his yami's soft, kissable lips...

'I do not like him at all.' Malik thought, trying to convince himself again. It really wasn't working.
He was drawn from his thoughts a moment later when something soft pressed against his lips.

His eyes opened wide in shock.

Mariku was kissing him!

'That bastard...' Malik thought, his eyes narrowing as he saw slanted purple eyes open, not one trace of sleep clinging to them. 'He was never asleep at all!'

Malik tried to shove his dark half away, but Mariku just smirked into their kiss and grabbed each of Malik's hands, pinning them to the bed on either side of Malik's head.

Malik jumped when something wet pressed against his lips. He kept his mouth shut tightly, glaring up at his darker half with all the anger and hate he could muster.

Surprisingly, there wasn't very much.

"Open up, hikari." Mariku said against his lights lips. Malik shook his head vehemently, moving his head to keep his lips away from his dark's.

'I hate you.' Malik thought, staring at his dark out of the corner of his eye. 'I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate youIhateyouIhateyou!' Even in his own head, the words rang false.

Mariku kept smirking, transferring Malik's wrists to one hand and holding them above said light's head. With his now free hand, Mariku forcefully turned Malik's face back to him and kissed him again.
Malik struggled harder against his dark when he realized something new.

He was enjoying this. His body was even starting to show how much he was enjoying it.

He shouldn't be, but he was.

'I don't even like him!' Malik thought. Mariku pressed him down harder into the mattress, and with that movement came yet another realization.

Since one of Mariku's legs was in-between Malik's, that meant that Malik also had one leg in between Mariku's, and if he just moved that leg forcefully enough...

Using as much force as he could (which wasn't much, given his position) he pulled his knee back to his body, hitting a very sensitive spot on his yami.

Mariku gasped in pain, grip loosening on Malik's wrists. Taking adavantage of his yami's moment of weakness, Malik broke his hold and quickly scrambled out of the bed.

He ran to the door and seized the handle, trying to twist it so he could escape to the relative safety of his room. The door wouldn't budge.

"That was a low blow, Malik." Malik could hear his yami slide out of the bed, and then the footsteps as Mariku walked towards him. Desperately, he kept trying the door, but it still would not move.

'Come on, come o-' His thoughts were interrupted as he was grabbed from behind and pinned against the door. Mariku had gotten smart- this time, his legs were both on the inside of Malik's.

The eye of Horus glowed on Mariku's forehead.

'Shadow Magic.' Malik thought, glaring at his yami and making sure to keep his lips tightly closed in case his dark tried to kiss him again. 'He used Shadow Magic to seal the door.'

"Since you can't behave..." Mariku said, smirk back in place. "I guess it's time to play rough." Malik had no time to wonder what his dark meant before he felt the pull of Shadow Magic.

He jerked his head from side to side, seeing dark bindings latch onto his wrists and pull his arms to the side.
His legs were next. He looked down as the binding spell latched onto his ankles as well, anchoring them firmly to the wall.

"Let me go, you bas-" Malik never got a chance to finish. His dark half had taken advantage of his open mouth and claimed it again.

Mariku's inhumanly long tongue roughly swept inside of Malik's mouth, tasting his light. The fingers and thumb of one hand kept Malik's mouth open, pushing down on the outside of the hikari's cheeks so Malik couldn't bite down. The other hand ran down Malik's side to the hem of his T-shirt, then slid deftly under the material to feel the skin beneath.

Malik's eyes closed involuntarily, body leaning into the touch and the rough but hungry kiss before his mind reminded him that he 'didn't like' Mariku.

'I have to get out of here. It's starting to mess with my mind.' Malik thought. He thrust his body forward as far as he could, knowing his dark wouldn't expect that.

Malik was right. His dark was taken aback, allowing Malik to break the painful hold Mariku had on his face.

"Why are you doing this?" Malik demanded.

"Our bodies want this, Malik." Mariku responded persuasively.

"I don't. I don't like you." Malik said bluntly, even though something inside of him rebelled at the words. Mariku's face fell slightly, though the look only remained in place for a moment before being replaced by a carefully neutral expression.

"This doesn't have to have anything to do with 'love', hikari." Mariku said after a moment. Malik scoffed, ignoring the feeling that something had shattered inside of him.

"I hate you!" he yelled at his dark. Mariku- perhaps surprised by the vehemence of Malik's response- stumbled back.

He had such an empty expression on his face...

Malik ignored that and concentrated on the bindings. Mariku's concentration had slipped- with just a little effort on his part, they could break.

In seconds, Malik was free. In less than a quarter of a minute, he had the door open and was running down the hallway to his room.

Once inside, he slammed his door shut and locked it. He leaned back against the door and slid down to a sitting position.

'I never should have gone to him.' Malik thought, drawing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around his body. 'I hate him.'

'"This doesn't have to have anything to do with 'love', hikari."'

Mariku's voice was haunting his mind.

'I really hate him.'

After a few minutes, Malik climbed to his feet. He went over to his dresser and pulled on a few more layers of clothes, then grabbed a few more sweaters so he had a pillow.

He had left his blanket and pillow in Mariku's room, but he wasn't about to go and get them.

He crawled into his bed, making himself as comfortable as possible with his makeshift pillow.

Malik tossed and turned for a few minutes, unable to sleep and unwilling to think about what was keeping him awake.

After a half-hour of tossing and turning, he caved. One hand went shakily to his swollen lips.

'Why did Mariku kiss me?' he wondered. He didn't want to think it was just simple physical attraction.

No! He did! He did want to believe that- he did believe that. It was simple- they'd be able to put it behind them and move on, back to the way it had been yesterday...

... when Mariku looked at him intently, and had eyes for only him. When Malik blushed whenever Mariku would get too close. When they would 'accidently' touch each other whenever close enough.

'Is this what he had been thinking of?' Malik wondered, shocked at the realization. Suddenly a whole lot of the pieces fell into place.

Mariku had been watching him with lust in his eyes.

Mariku touched him because he wanted to sleep with him.

He, Malik, had reacted like he had because he-

His stopped his train of thought there.

'So he only wants my body.' Malik thought, thinking he should be relieved.

If Mariku just wanted someone attractive to sleep with, there were other alternatives. It didn't have to be Malik, it was just that the smaller Egyptian was most availible and always there.

Mariku would move on and pick someone else, now that Malik had completely rejected him.

If he was supposed to be relieved, then why did he feel so depressed suddenly?

Malik was still thinking about his last question when he fell asleep.

A/n: Okay- this is my first try writing Mariku/Malik. Hopefully I didn't have them too OOC! Sorry if I did! (I'm trying to show a slightly more sane kind of Mariku since I can't seem to write him being as psycho as I see him in most fics...)
There will be two more chapters in this fic, assuming we liked it and would like to see where they end up...?