"I told you not to make him mad," Seto commented, still eating the same fruit from this morning. Malik glared daggers at the brunette who was half perched on the balconey railing. Sapphires gleamed in the afternoon light.

"He started it," Malik mentally sighed, he sounded like a child, and was tense and jittery.

"He always does. But you gave into it, I expect better from Ishtal's son," Seto said offhandedly, sucking on a piece of fleshy fruit, uncaring of the tiny trickles of juice which ran down his chin. Malik stared, swallowing. A grin met his stare and the brunette slowly licked each of his fingers clean.

"How come you're still here?" Malik asked, distracted. Seto blinked, and sat all the way on the rail, so it looked as if one tiny push would knock him off.

"I've got a debt to pay. Pay the piper," He said with a small sad smile, "Yami is...most persuasive... when he wants," A hand gesture accompanied the statement and it reminded Malik of a dying horse who was carrying too much. A horse that would lay down in the hot sand and die, because that was better than going on.

"You should just leave," Malik snorted.

"Why don't you?"

"...I have to get revenge," Seto laughed then, eyes dancing.

"You're going all this for revenge? Revenge for an old corpse which you will forget in a handful of days? Fool," Malik growled, and his hands were around Seto's throat.

"You don't understand!"

"Of course I don't, that's why you're going to tell me," Violet clashed with blue, and Malik could feel the sweat underneath his palms, and Seto's pulse. In one quick movement Seto overbalanced them, knowing Malik backwards, the brunette on top. The floor jarred his skull, and Malik stared upward, something felt like Yami, but also much... softer.

"...what...?"

"First kiss is mine," Seto whispered, and kissed him softly.

"....kiss me again?" malik asked, not because it had been a good kiss... but because it was warm, and because he was alone... and Seto was his solid base in this storm.

"Gladly..."