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Deathshipping. It’s part of my AU where Ryou and Yami Marik work for Kaiba.

~000~

The hum of the vacuum shut off.

“You going to pick that up?”

Ryou halted mid-step and snapped his head back to Yami Marik, who was gesturing to a candy wrapper on the floor.

“Oh,” Ryou patted his pockets and gave Marik a sheepish look. “It must have fallen from my pocket.”

He received a withering look.

Ryou approached again, getting a bit closer to the Yami than he would have liked. Marik didn’t even bother stepping back but his dead eyes followed Ryou’s every move with the same bored curiosity of a scheming cat. Ryou bent and snatched the wrapper off the floor, pocketing it. He was uncomfortably aware of his proximity to Marik and he smiled apologetically, but it was not returned.

As soon as he stepped away again, Marik flipped a switch and continued vacuuming the floor.

This happened three more times. Once when Marik pointed to a used tissue. Then again with a piece of gum. And lastly with a balled up receipt. When Ryou picked up the receipt, Marik was smiling at him with a feral sort of grin.

It wasn’t until the receipt that Ryou realized there was something fishy going on. He waited until he was in his own office to withdraw it. He un-balled it, scanned the contents, only to find it was for a quart of motor oil, and Ryou didn’t own a vehicle. His eyes narrowed at the little paper and he wondered if perhaps this was Marik’s pocket garbage.

But within an hour, he’d completely forgotten about it.

It was a couple days later when Marik addressed him again. This time stopping his vacuuming to poke his wildly maned head into Ryou’s office.

“Make sure to take out your trash before you leave,” he grumbled.

“Yes. Of course!” Ryou bobbed his head to the Yami, half distracted. He was pouring over a huge web of battle schematics and Duel Monsters strategies on the computer screen. Trying to find and fix the bugs in the simulated Ring Spirit’s card plays.

Marik waited for several minutes staring at Ryou. When he looked up to see what else the Yami wanted, he simply nodded and stepped away to continue vacuuming.

Just as he promised, Ryou took his trash out before he left the office for the night. He fumbled around for awhile attempting puzzle out where he was supposed take it, before locating the Janitor’s closet and dumping his trash bin in the much larger receptacle that Marik always kept on his cart.

Ryou continued doing this for a week straight before Seto Kaiba caught him.

“What are you doing?”

The white-haired male jumped. Spinning away from the janitor’s closet and clutching his trash bin to his chest. He stared up, and up, at his towering boss.

“Taking out my trash?”

Kaiba narrowed steel blue eyes. It made Ryou feel small, and like a child caught doing something bad. “I have janitors to do that. Marik specifically covers this floor and the four above us.”

Dumb realization struck Ryou and he flushed in embarrassment. “Oh…yeah.”

“Do I need to have a word with Marik?”

Ryou shook his head furiously. “No, no. It’s fine. Just a bit of confusion.” He vowed to have a word with the Yami himself.

He nodded to Kaiba, and scurried back to his office to return his trash bin.

The next time Marik stepped into his office to grumble about the trash—which turned out to be the two days later—Ryou snatched up the bin, marched across the room, and shoved it into Yami Marik’s arms.

“I don’t think so.”

Marik fumbled with the bin, and stared down at Ryou with a stunned expression.

“You take it out,” Ryou said sternly, giving the bin a nudge and returning the Yami’s stare with his own harsh glare.

Marik’s expression became dark, lavender turning stormy, and lips curling into a cruel snarl. “I’ll take you out!” he threatened dangerously.

“Good!” Ryou mouthed back, crossing his arms over his chest, the corners of his mouth tugging up despite himself. “It’s your job to take the trash out.” A shiver rolled down his spine.

Lavender eyes blinked owlishly.

Chocolate brown eyes held his stare. Challenging.

A long moment passed, neither male spoke a word. Then Marik turned on his heel and stalked out of the office.

Ryou was left staring after him. Deflating a bit with a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. Now that he was alone, he could feel a furious blush stain his cheeks. Ryou stepped back to sit on the edge of his desk sure that his legs would give out.

“Fucking knob,” he cursed at himself.

It was an hour later that found Ryou at his desk, looking at Duel Monsters strategies on his computer, but not really comprehending the schematics. He pushed the mouse around, watching the cursor highlight various things.

His mind was swamped with embarrassment, and shame, and he kept replaying the moment from before over and over. Which made it all worse. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to flirt so outright with Marik. And all he managed to do was fluster the Yami into bolting.

He was about ready to call it quits for the day when a wild-looking figure stepped into the threshold of his office.

“What time?”

~000~

You can read the other drabbles for this AU on AO3.

archiveofourown.org/works/2835…

Description
Deathshipping. It’s part of my AU where Ryou and Yami Marik work for Kaiba.

~000~

The hum of the vacuum shut off.

“You going to pick that up?”

Ryou halted mid-step and snapped his head back to Yami Marik, who was gesturing to a candy wrapper on the floor.

“Oh,” Ryou patted his pockets and gave Marik a sheepish look. “It must have fallen from my pocket.”

He received a withering look.

Ryou approached again, getting a bit closer to the Yami than he would have liked. Marik didn’t even bother stepping back but his dead eyes followed Ryou’s every move with the same bored curiosity of a scheming cat. Ryou bent and snatched the wrapper off the floor, pocketing it. He was uncomfortably aware of his proximity to Marik and he smiled apologetically, but it was not returned.

As soon as he stepped away again, Marik flipped a switch and continued vacuuming the floor.

This happened three more times. Once when Marik pointed to a used tissue. Then again with a piece of gum. And lastly with a balled up receipt. When Ryou picked up the receipt, Marik was smiling at him with a feral sort of grin.

It wasn’t until the receipt that Ryou realized there was something fishy going on. He waited until he was in his own office to withdraw it. He un-balled it, scanned the contents, only to find it was for a quart of motor oil, and Ryou didn’t own a vehicle. His eyes narrowed at the little paper and he wondered if perhaps this was Marik’s pocket garbage.

But within an hour, he’d completely forgotten about it.

It was a couple days later when Marik addressed him again. This time stopping his vacuuming to poke his wildly maned head into Ryou’s office.

“Make sure to take out your trash before you leave,” he grumbled.

“Yes. Of course!” Ryou bobbed his head to the Yami, half distracted. He was pouring over a huge web of battle schematics and Duel Monsters strategies on the computer screen. Trying to find and fix the bugs in the simulated Ring Spirit’s card plays.

Marik waited for several minutes staring at Ryou. When he looked up to see what else the Yami wanted, he simply nodded and stepped away to continue vacuuming.

Just as he promised, Ryou took his trash out before he left the office for the night. He fumbled around for awhile attempting puzzle out where he was supposed take it, before locating the Janitor’s closet and dumping his trash bin in the much larger receptacle that Marik always kept on his cart.

Ryou continued doing this for a week straight before Seto Kaiba caught him.

“What are you doing?”

The white-haired male jumped. Spinning away from the janitor’s closet and clutching his trash bin to his chest. He stared up, and up, at his towering boss.

“Taking out my trash?”

Kaiba narrowed steel blue eyes. It made Ryou feel small, and like a child caught doing something bad. “I have janitors to do that. Marik specifically covers this floor and the four above us.”

Dumb realization struck Ryou and he flushed in embarrassment. “Oh…yeah.”

“Do I need to have a word with Marik?”

Ryou shook his head furiously. “No, no. It’s fine. Just a bit of confusion.” He vowed to have a word with the Yami himself.

He nodded to Kaiba, and scurried back to his office to return his trash bin.

The next time Marik stepped into his office to grumble about the trash—which turned out to be the two days later—Ryou snatched up the bin, marched across the room, and shoved it into Yami Marik’s arms.

“I don’t think so.”

Marik fumbled with the bin, and stared down at Ryou with a stunned expression.

“You take it out,” Ryou said sternly, giving the bin a nudge and returning the Yami’s stare with his own harsh glare.

Marik’s expression became dark, lavender turning stormy, and lips curling into a cruel snarl. “I’ll take you out!” he threatened dangerously.

“Good!” Ryou mouthed back, crossing his arms over his chest, the corners of his mouth tugging up despite himself. “It’s your job to take the trash out.” A shiver rolled down his spine.

Lavender eyes blinked owlishly.

Chocolate brown eyes held his stare. Challenging.

A long moment passed, neither male spoke a word. Then Marik turned on his heel and stalked out of the office.

Ryou was left staring after him. Deflating a bit with a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. Now that he was alone, he could feel a furious blush stain his cheeks. Ryou stepped back to sit on the edge of his desk sure that his legs would give out.

“Fucking knob,” he cursed at himself.

It was an hour later that found Ryou at his desk, looking at Duel Monsters strategies on his computer, but not really comprehending the schematics. He pushed the mouse around, watching the cursor highlight various things.

His mind was swamped with embarrassment, and shame, and he kept replaying the moment from before over and over. Which made it all worse. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to flirt so outright with Marik. And all he managed to do was fluster the Yami into bolting.

He was about ready to call it quits for the day when a wild-looking figure stepped into the threshold of his office.

“What time?”

~000~

You can read the other drabbles for this AU on AO3.

archiveofourown.org/works/2835…