"Pharaoh..." it wasn't a title, but a nameless spite. He didn't know the man's real name, nor did he bother to find it out. The hatred he felt towards the ruler far eclipsed the need for such pleasentries. Crimson eyes glanced at him with condescension, the twin swords of Ra were held in steady hands, the Pharaoh was no weakling.
"Who the hell are you?" The Pharaoh asked, not really caring, but asking your opponent's name was customary in the beginning of a fight.
"Malik Ishtal!" he cried, his own violet eyes narrowed in anger, a small dagger held in his tan hands. The Pharaoh raised an eyebrow, as if contemplating the signifigance of the name. Malik's hands were shaking now, the Pharaoh obviously didn't recognize the name.
"If you leave now, I'll spare your life," The Pharaoh said, swirling the swords lazily.
"Does the name Ishtal mean nothing to you?" Malik cried out.
"It means nothing," the Pharaoh confirmed.
"You killed my father and paraded his head around the town for your own enjoyment!" A slow smile made it's way across the Pharaoh's face. His wild spikey hair made him look even more like a satisfied demon.
"Oh... him..." came the dull response.
"Burn in Hell!" Malik's voice reached the Pharaoh's ears only a split second before the boy's dagger met with one of the swords of Ra. The Pharaoh swung the other sword in a lazy half circle, making the blond dodge to the side. Immediately after dodging though, Malik sprung off the ground, dagger held point down. With a twist of his body, helped out by his momentum, the tip of the dagger was soon pointed at the Pharaoh's face. Instead of impaling the boy, the Pharaoh caught him in the crooke of his elbow and flung Malik across the ground.
"Its reckless to fight two swords with a dagger," came the bored sounding comment.
"Shut up!" Malik snarled, and lunged again, his dagger coming down, the Pharaoh caught the smaller blade against one of the twin swords and slide it down until the two were body-to-body, hilts locked.
"Want to know what your father's blood tasted like?" the Pharaoh asked, purring.
"!?" Malik didn't have time to answer, the Pharaoh shifted all of his weight, knocking both of them to the ground, the crimson eyed one on top of the violet eyed. Soon the Pharaoh was ravaging Malik's mouth, biting and sucking with a vicious passion.
"You taste much better," the Pharaoh murmured, pushing himself up. Malik lay there for a second, completely shocked. The Pharaoh sunk one of the swords into the ground and pointed the other at the blond.
"Give up," the Pharaoh was so cocky, grinning openly now like a cat that has caught a mouse. Malik seemed to be debating something, before he too pushed himself up, onto the sword. It pierced his left shoulder, but the blond kept going, sweeping the Pharaoh's feet out from under him as the crimson eyes widened in shock. Soon Malik was straddeling the Pharaoh, dagger at his throat.
"Don't... don't be so sure!" Malik panted out, blood soaking through his shirt and running down his skin. The Pharaoh didn't even flinch, just kept smiling. Quick as lightning the Pharaoh hit Malik's injured shoulder, causing the boy to drop his dagger, soon their places were reversed.
"Oh, I always get what I want," The Pharaoh announced, grabbing both of Malik's wrists with one hand and holding them above the blond's head. For such a short peron, the Pharaoh had awesome strength, the blood of the Gods flowed through his veins.
"Let go! LET GO!" Malik screamed, the Pharaoh kissed him again, interupting the tirade. Malik bit down hard on the soft lips, tasting the copper as it flowed into his mouth. The Pharaoh bit back, pulling his head back as he did, ripping part of the delicate tissue.
"not yet," With that the Pharaoh hit the side of Malik's head with the pommel of the dagger, "Not ever..." the crimson eyed one whispered...

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ok, so far in my head this is a noncon Yami/Malik Yami/Seto and a con Malik/Seto cuz...
Nyako-chan! This is for you!!!!!!!
Please R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~Nightmare