This was going to blow up right back into his face. Seto Kaiba was certain of it but even so he sat on the edge of his bed in nervous anticipation. Knuckles turning white from grasping at his pant legs. How much longer would they keep him waiting?
“Calm,” he urged himself quietly. A near whistle of breath as he attempted to steady his nerves where pricey scotch should have already done.
“Ready?” rang a familiar voice. Marik himself peeked through the door.
“I hope so.” Kaiba scolded himself mentally. He hoped so? Hope was a pointless thing but even so…. It was becoming more common since he became involved with Marik.
“Good~” the door closed again and resulted in hushed talking behind it.
What were they doing in there?
The door opened wide as out stepped Marik and Siegfried. Marik wearing nothing but a smile while the man at his side looked far more nervous and was in nothing more than a loose dress shirt, Marik’s by the look of it.
“Ready for a good time?” the Egyptian purred. His hand holding onto the German’s.
Jealousy was absent this time. Seeing his love holding Siegfried’s hand sent no pings of envy like it once had and it had been nearly a lifetime since he seen Siegfried so shy.
“Are you alright?” Seto asked only to watch Marik pull the other further out of the bathroom. “We don’t have to do this of you don’t want,” Seto offered.
“I-” the rest of what the German said went on mumbled as he looked down then away like he just realized what he was wearing and had left the house and accidently locked himself outside.
“He’s nervous,” Marik replied stroking Siegfried’s covered arm gently.
It looked like more then just nerves. Siegfried had always been vain and thus proud, carrying himself with the utmost confidence but now he seemed almost ashamed.
Scars. That was it wasn’t it? Siegfried was ashamed of the damages his father had left him with.
“Look at you. You both Look incredible,” Seto managed to find his voice and a new sense of calm.
Aquas looking up in surprise before tipping thanks to Marik groping the other’s ass firmly and without warning.
“See. He thinks you are just as attractive as I do.”
“Ishtar,” Siegfried whined, a pale hand swatting the offending one away.
“Behave?” Marik snorted. “We’re about to have a threesome and you want me to behave?” The words alone making the situation feel more dream like as well as double to bring color to both CEOs faces. “Unless I read the situation all wrong?” Gods he hoped not or he was dramatically underdressed and had told Siegfried some very dirty things he should appologize for.
“I’m still for it,” Seto replied. For some reason seeing someone else in the same situation being nervous had allowed his natural calm to take over.
“I uh, I- I, yeah.” Siegfried said with a weak smile.
“Oh thank Ra,” Marik murmured before kneeling down in front of Seto who, for the most part, was still dressed. His blazer discarded somewhere and the loosened tie but everything else still in tact.
Dark hands taking place on both thighs and making warm, large, soothing circles before forsaking it all to deal with the belt.
A silver KC logo gleaming up at him but soon it was home and the belt itself tossed aside. Pants unbuttoned and he learned down rubbing his face into the clothed crotch.
Seto moaning in want while Siegfried turned nearly as red as a rose from just watching.
More. More!
Seto raised a hand and motioned for the other CEO to get closer. Timidly Siegfried stepped closer only to have his shirtfront yanked on and himself soon liplocked.
Marik unzipping the slacks slowly more so to tease himself as the others were clearly preoccupied. There he found the treasure he seaked unburried. No other fabric in his way and he decided to let the package out. Hands dipping down inside to tease around sensitve area.
Project MI had once felt self explanatory. It was surely just to throw off anyone prying by the simplicities of the naming alone as well as be a subtle reprise to ‘me’. A nod from Seto Kaiba to himself for coming up with something so revolutionary. A self made pat on the back. A scoff escaped him as Siegfried closed the tab only for the screen to become void with black and a small red tab at the bottom to reveal. His own reflection on the darkened device warning him of the frown that had carved itself upon his normally flawless face. Such an ugly look even by his own standards but as he leaned back he could see the covered form on the table just beyond. “Project MI,” Siegfried spoke placidly only to look back at his screen. The scowl now more a cruel smile. Frightening but beautiful again in appearance. “Marik Ishtar, Herr Kaiba says. Tsk,” he opened the tab and opened a folder containing several stolen video recording that Kaiba had once buried deep in humiliation for losing his own tournament. There on the screen now stood a nightmare of a man. Tall, darkened skin, with lightning for hair, and an attitude almost as proud as the chic Seto Kaiba. But that man had died. There were articles on it. The same tournament in fact. A secondary reason upon many to quickly announce the winner then bury all unsavory details with curt responses. The real burning question was still lingering in Siegfried’s frazzled mind. Why would Kaiba make a synthetic of the late Marik Ishtar and not of himself? Was it mere vanity and thinking of ‘there can only be one’ or was he-? A disgusted scoff left the pink haired CEO. “Did you love him?” he asked to his imagined Seto that remained quiet. “Enough to create this sorry excuse for a person?” He asked louder now gesturing off to the still mound hidden by a white sheet. “This is just a machine! Nothing more than metal!” he snarled. His tension still lingering but his voice that crackled with animosity dropped into a more soft spoken rage. “Wire, cooling fluid, pipes… all so cleverly adorned with synthetic flesh. Nothing about this /thing/ is real.” No one answered. Teetched now clenched together, Siegfried paused the video on a closeup of Ishtar’s face. Pearly white teeth showing in a roguishly handsome smile even by his own tastes. It was easy to see how Seto Kaiba had fallen for the fiend but to go as low as to build a replica of the dead? Now that was truly pathetic. Well, this depressive love of Kaiba’s needed to be laid to rest. Unfortunately the only way for that to go into motion was left up to him. A horrendous task but one Siegfried was willing to get on and over with in order to save his friend. A truly selfless reason assuredly. “You’ll thank me for this.” Again no one answered. Siegfried now up from his seat and forsaking his computer to tear off the sheet now revealing the nude form of Project MI. “After all… this is for your own good.”
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Based on an RP my gf and I been doing. Sadly my ability to focus crapped out before I got to the part I really wanted. The delicious forced mind reset and override Siegfried performs on the still fully conscious Marik who has just come to terms with trying to be a good person~ Oh to have all that progress just stripped away in such a painful manner! After all, there is only so much a soul can take before it becomes too damaged to heal.
It’s weekend and I have nothing better to do than drawing out of character stuff.
So, I have designed a rose/angel themed wedding dress (with lots of frills) for the effeminate flamingo and a BEWD themed suit for the stubborn rhino. I’m going to hell.
It’s so beautiful. *ugly sobbing* I love that his side fringe is growing out! Ugh- I love out ooc weddings. >///<;;
Seto likes his hair the way it is. I would say…Siegfried is the one who puts cute accessoires into Setos hair when his bangs are getting too long. (Ofc only to make sure they won’t hide his pretty blue eyes which Siegfried fangirls loves so much ahaha.)
*snort* It is beautiful but I can see why Seto would not be pleased as well XD
I am Terra 