Selective Indie RP blog for Seto Kaiba from Yu-gi-oh! DM. Please read rules before interacting. 18+ NSFW content, Multiship, Multiverse, Canon & Post-Canon Mobile Header by pharaohed & Image from 羚. Dash Icon by iilahalzili
Just gonna pop out of the shadows and cuddle up next to his husband~
@iilahalzili
He hadn't had much luck with finding the other the last few days. Of course, he knew better than to worry when he knew Marik would eventually show up. Even so, concern would still gnaw at the back of his mind, a voice pestering him with 'what ifs' about his husband.
Such worries slipped away the moment he felt a dip in the couch, glancing up from his tablet just in time to watch Marik's familiar form slip out of the wall. Blinking in surprise, he didn't say anything at first, scanning the other as if to search for any injuries that would need his attention.
When none were noticed, he let out a quiet, relieved sigh, his features relaxing minutely. There's little hesitation as he leans against Marik, pressing his side closely to his husband's. Instant warmth welcomes him, once more feeling relief wash over him as he's further reassured the other was truly back.
"...Where have you been?," he finally asks, giving the other a squint that holds no true heat behind it. That was to be expected though; he couldn't feel any true anger towards the other. Even his question was a flimsy cover to hide what he truly thought. I missed you~
Marik simply slips into the room when Seto is getting up to move somewhere else, timing it just right to be able to walk up behind him, "Hello my darling 'eni~" He purrs before reaching from behind and running his hands across Seto's inner leg, "You're looking absolutely ravishingly this evening." In another moment, Marik leans in and gives a rough bite to his neck.
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He swears Marik was hiding somewhere in the shadows to spy on him. He had to be to know exactly when to come find Seto at the most opportune of times. It wasn't like he was complaining though, only freezing for a moment before relaxing once Marik's sultry voice catches his attention. He'd yet to get tired of feeling Marik's body against him, his warmth and scent giving him a sense of comfort and thrill that only the other could ever achieve.
His hands hold him steady as he remains half bent over his desk, a slight smile tugging at his lips when he feels his husband's wandering hand between his legs. It makes it all the more challenging for him to focus on the other's words, quite aware what his husband was craving. "Do I?~," he manages, his legs subtly parting as if to offer the other more space to touch.
He meant to say more, though his train of thought is cut short the minute sharp teeth sink into pale skin, a sudden gasp torn from his lips. "Albi," he breathes, reaching back to reach for Marik's shirt and pull him closer. He manages to hold back a moan, a breathy laugh escaping him instead, "Here?" It certainly wouldn't be the first (or last) time they'd done this in his office, but it's a shame his latest report would get ruined so soon.
Still, he wasn't in the habit of telling Marik no. Not when his husband was so hard to resist~
He’s never rolled his eyes so hard. “That’s different. But I was able to make a perfect hologram of you~” Just like that, a hologram of Marik appeared just behind Seto, reflecting his husband’s cocky smirk and confident pose.
@onewiththeblueeyes ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ 6'1" ft for the character height comparison (your biggest boy please uwu)
⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ☼ Height Comparison with the Shadow
Reporter claims to see Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp, being followed by a large nightmarish creature late at night. Claims it is the CEO's husband, but nobody believes the claims
@onewiththeblueeyes ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ *sits next to him to see if he will in fact sit quietly with him* 🤨
It was one of the rare days Marik would be relaxed, hanging around the Kaiba mansion rather than lurking around Domino's streets. Equally rare is the shadow not sprawling across the couch like a cat bathing in the sunlight or legs propped up to where the back of the couch settles at the back of his knees. Instead, he sits with back fully pressed against the plush surface and head angled up to stare a hole through the tall ceiling.
Only the sound of footsteps pulls him from the wandering through his own thoughts--or more accurately being lost in an absence of thoughts, just enjoying the calmness that is so fleeting with a being such as himself.
His head lifts from the position as Seto sits down beside him, attention turning to focus solely on his husband. There is a bit of surprise, expecting the other to be gone a bit longer, usually mid-days were spent for the shadow alone or the occasion with Mokuba and the girls.
A pause, curious why no hello or anything at all is spoken. Marik remains this way for a few moments further, blinking as his head tilts at an angle. Was something wrong? . . . but that usual look is not there--that worried look Seto gets when Marik is injured after a hunt gone wrong or when he accidently dirties the carpet with blood ( apparently it's awkward to call the staff to clean up blood ). No, there is a lack of that urgency.
Softly a huff escapes from Marik, shifting his spot on the couch to face Seto a bit more. Time spent to simply gaze into the eyes of his lover--the eyes he could get lost in forever ( the very meaning of his affectionate nickname for Seto ), that remind him of the beautiful waters in Egypt's oases or the clear sky after a thunderstorm.
A smile tugs at the corners of tanned lips, his mind pulling up old thoughts: he has a family, somebody who holds his heart as he holds theirs. Another who does not care he is an unholy creature, a monster in the eyes of many; one who accepts this fact and loves him no less for it.
If he believed in luck, Marik would say he hit the jackpot. Although, he will rarely ever speak this aloud--only manifesting as a warm smile only Seto could ever see.
He scoots a bit closer, shifting to rest his head against Seto's. Eyes close to take in the moment, to enjoy every bit of contact between them. His favorite place to be, beside his husband without having to worry about those whispers or the pain. Only them.
Perhaps he cannot be completely quiet, considering the involuntary purr that rumbles out of him. Still, in this moment--perhaps as fleeting as any other stillness in the shadow creature--he will remain next to his husband, soaking up the sensation of pressing so close to his dearest.
“You are. It’s why I married you~” He’s handled Marik in some of his worse states after all. It was why he could hold his gaze and stand his ground even as the other drew closer.
@onewiththeblueeyes ♛ Don’t mind him, he’s just admiring from afar his handsome nightmare husband. A little chaos never hurt anyone right?~ 💙
Almost immediately Marik’s head pops up, the sensation of being watched reaching its senses. Bright eyes glance around, glad that the sun is setting enough that its vision is starting to return–shapes can be made out with some detail, but what mostly gets attention is the scents. One is far too familiar to mistake.
The air is sniffed as Marik looks around, finally able to pinpoint where the scent and feeling of being watched comes from. And once that is located, the tails start to flick–little warning before the creature is already upon Seto. He is the only one Marik will know no matter how foggy the mind can get.
“'Eni…~” The word is purred in the deep voice, nuzzling its head against Seto’s chest–giving the other a face-full of floofy, dark hair. Even with the issues speaking, the nickname is easy for Marik to vocalize. Effort is put into being as gentle as possible, giving light and quick licks to Seto’s neck and a bit of his cheek. A friendly, affectionate bite will be omitted for the moment since that is much more difficult to be gentle with.
There is no simply admiring from afar when it comes to its husband–there is up close or very up close and personal. The purrs grow deeper and louder, wrapping arms around Seto and pulling him in close to its chest. This is its husband, and nobody may touch >:c
Just casually going to bother his husband while at work, straddling him in the chair before giving multiple nibbles to the neck. . . And one rough bite to the shoulder and more kisses, "I made sure nobody will be bothering you for a few hours~ no corpses this time."
@iilahalzili
He didn't resist as his chair was swiveled back to make space for his husband, Seto only managing to toss the folder he'd been reviewing onto his desk before hands found their way to Marik's waist. The other's warm weight was impossible to ignore, much less when Marik already knew the right ways to disarm him with a few simple nips and kisses.
"You're so needy," he mumbled close to the other's ear as lips traveled down his neck, a half-hearted complaint that was easily lost in a shaky groan as teeth bore down against his skin. His hold on Marik moved up to push under the other's tight shirt, shoving the fabric up and out of the way as he traced firm muscle. By now, each scar littering Marik's back had been committed to memory, Seto careful not to let his touch linger on them too long.
"...So there's no corpses?~," he countered teasingly, feigning skepticism at Marik's promise of no bloodshed. Though to Marik's credit, he had no blood on him to reveal he was lying, so he'd believe him... for now. Besides, how could he say no when his husband had been so considerate as to clear up his calendar for him~
A hand found its way to messy blond hair, fingers playing with the strands as he leaned further back against his chair. It bumped against his desk, stopping him from leaning back any further to give Marik space to work. It was enough to make him huff, glancing down at the chair briefly as if it was somehow its fault for not accommodating the two of them.
"We-.... we need more room," he suggested between soft pants, even if he felt unwilling to have Marik pull away from him so soon. He felt good like this; with the other over him, encasing him with his body heat, distracting him with deft hands and lips. "Akthar, albi"
Marik’s disappearances weren’t rare, something that Seto had needed to grow used to from the beginning of their relationship. The man could go days or weeks gone, likely hiding in shadows. Seto had seen the reason before and understood after one particular demonstration why the other would stay away; Marik’s mangled form and pained look reminding him of himself from once upon a time when he’d rather hide and lick his wounds than seek help.
The voice is a hushed whisper, easily lost if anyone wasn’t paying attention. It’s a far cry from the boisterous tone that Marik usually spoke in, this one speaking volumes of how broken and tired the other was. And still, it’s clear as day to Seto what is said. ‘Eni. A nickname he never thought he’d hear again after so long. And again, he wonders if this is all real. If Marik is truly standing before him or a mirage that will fade away the moment he tries to walk towards him.
Perhaps it’s why his body won’t listen and move towards the other, a visceral fear that Marik would disappear if he moves too hastily. No, he can only watch in muted suspense as the figure moves towards him, his mind only truly processing the man’s presence when a solid weight presses against his head. All at once, old memories reemerge of his life with his husband. His scent, his warmth, all those precious times together that came to a screeching halt all too abruptly as their family had been split.
His arms instinctively come up to wrap around the other’s neck, giving him a firm squeeze before loosening when he feels a warm fluid stain his shirt sleeves. His heart beat hastens as he gets a closer look at Marik’s current state, the deep open wounds making his chest ache for his albi. Millions of questions rush through his mind. Where had the other been? Did the same happen to Mizuki? Who had done this to Marik?
He asks none of these, giving a quiet shush to Marik as the shadow tries to remain on his feet. “Lay down,” he urges, trying to support the other as best he can even if he knows it’s futile when Marik is in this form. Already he knows, his options are limited, human medicine useless when it came to this form. Still, it didn’t mean he couldn’t clean the other’s wounds and make him comfortable, already paging some employees to bring him some supplies (and leave them at a safe distance).
“I’m here,” he murmurs close to the other’s ear, cupping the side of his face gently as he examines the other’s wounds. There would be time later for questions. For now, he could only focus on helping his husband.
He's just going to come into Seto's office ( once again ignoring any security personnel who tries to stop him ) with determination to interrupt whatever work he is working on. He has missed his 'eni, so he's going to push Seto's chair away from the desk, trap him by putting his hands on the chair's arms, "Hello~" Marik purrs before pressing a deep kiss to Seto's lips, then moving to cover his neck in kisses and nips.
@iilahalzili
By now, most of security knew not to try and stop Marik, lest they get cast aside as if they were nothing. A lecture from Seto was less punishing than an annoyed shadow husband. In turn, Seto could tell when it was Marik who'd come visit him, the man being the only one who'd dare to interrupt him without announcing themselves beforehand.
He glances up at the other briefly when Marik walks in, tilting his head slightly in acknowledgment. Foolish of him to think that would be enough attention for the other. He doesn't even get to finish the next sentence before his chair is being pushed back to make room for the other, blue eyes snapping up to his husband.
"Mar-," he starts to scold, only to get cut off as warm lips claim his own. It's hard to feel annoyed at the other when he kisses him so insistently and intensely, a shudder running down his spine as their tongues glide against each other. Slowly, his hands trace up along Marik's arms, feeling every inch of toned muscle as the kiss became more heated.
A soft gasp escapes him as the kiss breaks, fingers tangling in the other's tank top to steady himself. "I... need to work," he mumbles, but makes no true attempt to slow Marik's advances as his husband's lips find their way down to his neck. The other had won before Seto had even had a chance to chase him off, his neck easily one of the most sensitive parts that Marik knew all too well how to exploit.
The reports on his desk are quickly abandoned, his attention completely on his albi with each kiss and nip that has him yearning for more of Marik's touch and heat.
If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning
If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME they are already married >:3c
If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life
If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply
If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!
My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together even if he hates baths lol
If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life
Steps are taken, slow movements as his body aches. It feels like an eternity since he had walked the waking world, a dark liquid dripping from open wounds as he moves through Kaiba Corp’s hallways. How familiar they feel, his mind working to remember where Seto’s office is. It has to be somewhere…
A low growl escapes darkened lips, frustrated he cannot figure it out. His mind clings to memories, piecing them together–clinging to the feeling of holding his ‘eni. It is what drove him through the darkness, what drives him to move through the bright hallways. He huffs, sneering at every door that does not spark a memory. It take effort to not simply destroy the doors–even fi that may give the result he desire quicker.
Marik’s disappearances weren’t rare, something that Seto had needed to grow used to from the beginning of their relationship. The man could go days or weeks gone, likely hiding in shadows. Seto had seen the reason before and understood after one particular demonstration why the other would stay away; Marik’s mangled form and pained look reminding him of himself from once upon a time when he’d rather hide and lick his wounds than seek help.
Still... Marik had been gone for years.
Seto had felt annoyed the first few days, miffed his husband hadn’t even left a sign of where he’d gone. As days dragged on and turned into weeks and then months though, Marik’s absence became more jarring. Worry began to gnaw at Seto, his heart sinking every time he thought the other had come back, only for it to be a random visitor or stray animal.
Halfway through the first year, his desperation had gotten the better of him, using every resource within his reach to search the world for his albi. Every man, every satellite, every CCTV used and searched to find any semblance of the blond. Months of searching and nothing to show, almost as if the ground had opened and swallowed Marik whole. The only time he’d see the other would be in feverish dreams or hallucinations from his sleep deprived mind...
His frustrations only grew, barely focusing on anything or anyone else, until a particular thought came to mind. What if Marik was gone for good? Such a thought at first made him scoff, doubting anyone or anything could kill his husband permanently. The man had gone toe to toe with death and still come back wearing that same smirk mere days later. No, he couldn’t be gone.
And yet, that seed of doubt only grew as it festered over the years. Maybe he really had lost him...
By the time a motion alert went off in his building, Marik doesn’t come to mind, but rather a new janitor that’s gotten lost in the maze of hallways. He doesn’t pay it any mind at first, continuing to type away. It isn’t until the motion comes closer to his office that he rolls his eyes and pops open the surveillance camera of the hallway, ready to call security to boot the idiot trying to interrupt his work at this hour.
The annoyance quickly abandons him as a giant shadowy mass comes into view, obscuring his view completely. Eyes narrow suspiciously before growing wide as he changes from camera to get a better look at the intruder. The visitor’s shape is one he hadn’t seen in years, long lost hope reemerging as he abruptly stood and bolted over his work station.
As he ran out the door and down the halls, he only hoped this wasn’t another cruel hallucination of his. It couldn’t be though. Not when Marik’s darkened form stood before him as he turned the corner. Not when he was in this battered state, a shadow of the prideful man from his delusions.
He stood frozen before the other, shock and confusion breaking his usually stoic composure. “...Albi?,” was all he could manage, uncertain still if this was reality. Had Marik finally come back to him?
