WARNING: MARIK X
Loan
Ryou brushed his hair as he sat in front of the mirror. His hand gripped the handle of the brush as
he looked at himself. His yami was
forcing him to have sex with Marik.
There was no choice. Deep in his
heart, he worried about Malik’s safety. Those large, bulky dangerous men would be no
match for Malik. Just one good grip by
one of them could easily snap Malik’s neck.
There was no saying ‘No’ to Bakura either.
All that could be done, was lay on
his back and make it as comfortable for himself as he possibly could.
‘At least it’s not my mother’s bed,’ Ryou thought. ‘Bakura’s already raped me there half a dozen
times.’
Ryou sighed as he put on his shirt and buttoned it
slowly. ‘If only Bakura could see the
light. When will Bakura stop this? When…..when will he leave me alone?’
Bakura stood in the doorway.
“Don’t even bother putting a shirt on, Ryou. Marik’s
gonna rip it off anyway.”
Ryou buried his face in his hands. “I can’t do this, Bakura.”
The yami growled. He grabbed Ryou by the hair and pulled back
violently. “You WILL do this, Ryou, or I
swear to Ra I will fuck you raw on that horrid bed on which you were
conceived!”
Bakura slapped Ryou across the face. “Now, get your pants on and let’s get going!”
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Malik opened the door slowly.
“Oh. Hello, Ryou. Hi, Bakura.”
Bakura pushed open the door, knocking Malik back. “Where is Marik?”
Marik stood at the top of the steps, the Millennium Rod in
his hand. “You’re late.”
Bakura shoved Ryou into the home. “If this prissy little wuss hadn’t used so much time on his hair, we’d have been
here an hour ago!”
The blond yami walked down the steps and handed Bakura a ten
dollar bill. “I get a refund if he isn’t
eminently fuckable.”
Bakura grinned, his canines revealed. “Fine. Ryou, you behave while I go out for a night
on the town!”
Marik grabbed Ryou’s shirt and torn
it in half. The buttons flew everywhere,
hitting Malik in the eye.
Bakura grabbed Ryou. “You will be polite. You will do whatever Ishtar
tells you. If I hear about one word of
rebellion, I will not be happy.”
Ryou nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Marik grabbed Ryou and pulled him against his body. He licked his lips seductively. “Well, Ryou, you feel nice and soft on the
outside. I wonder how warm and soft you
are on the inside.”
Malik bit his lip as he watched Marik run his hands up and
down Ryou’s back.
Bakura grabbed Marik by the arm. “Fuck him. Tease him. I don’t give a
damn. But, Ishtar,
you will not make him bleed. That is my
job!”
Ryou shuddered and Marik growled.
“I rented Ryou to do whatever I wanted, Itemri!”
The white-haired yami crossed his arms. “I will gladly give
you your money back, Ishtar, and I will take Ryou
back home. Then you will only have your hikari to bang tonight. How does that sound?” the yami
bluffed.
Marik growled. “Fine. I will not
make him bleed.”
“I will know if you do, Ishtar!”
Ryou watched Bakura leave, his heart leaping into his throat.
‘Bakura sold me for ten bucks? Is that
all I am worth to him?’
Marik grabbed Ryou’s wrist. “Clean the kitchen, hikari,
and make sure you clean up that mess from this afternoon when I took you
against the countertop!”
Marik threw Ryou into the room. “Strip.”
Ryou removed the remnants of his shirt and unbuttoned his
pants.
“Oh for the love of Ra! I’ll be here all fucking day if you
strip that slow!”
Marik grabbed Ryou by the neck and pinned him to the
wall. He harshly tore at the clothing,
pulling the material down quickly.
“Marik….can’t…breathe!”
“Kick off your shoes and I will let you breathe!”
Ryou struggled to kick off his shoes. When he kicked them off with a struggle,
Marik threw him on the bed. Marik
grabbed Ryou’s ankle and tore the jeans away from Ryou’s body. Marik
spread Ryou’s legs and grabbed the hem of the
underwear and tugged at it.
“Marik! Please! I can do it!”
The yami grabbed Ryou and backhanded him. “No! I undress
you! That is my right! I bought you like
the filthy whore you are!”
Ryou closed his eyes tightly, fighting back the tears. Marik
pulled down Ryou’s underwear and pulled back,
removing his own clothing with haste.
The hikari looked up and crawled
into a ball.
Marik grabbed his bottle of oil from the side table. The blond yami grabbed Ryou’s
legs, prying them open. “Fighting back, hmm?
I like it when they fight back,” the yami said with an evil glare.
Ryou gave out a whimper as Marik grabbed both ankles and
forced his legs apart. Marik settled
himself between Ryou’s legs.
“I enjoy it more when they struggle!” Marik grinned, sinking
his teeth into the side of Ryou’s neck.
The boy let out a sob as the pain from Marik’s
teeth radiated through the thin flesh. The yami growled into Ryou’s neck as he fumbled with the bottle of oil.
Ryou gripped onto Marik’s side
tightly, torn between fighting back and resigned defeat. There was no way he could fight the yami who
was taller and stronger than himself.
Marik had muscle and weight on him.
Ryou knew he was skinny and resistance was pointless.
He pushed against Marik, trying to push the yami off, when he
felt something slippery plunge into his channel.
“AHH!” Ryou cried, tears falling down his
face. “GODS!”
Marik grinned into the neck. “Don’t you like this, Ryou? Just you wait until we get to the good part!”
Ryou felt another finger enter him and move in and out of his
body, burying, forcing, plunging deeper into his
body. The yami grinned in anticipation.
“You’re tight, Ryou. This is gonna
be fun!”
Marik spread his fingers wide, forcing the tormented channel
to open wider. Ryou arched his back as
Marik slammed his fingers in and out, slamming against his prostate, hitting it
with deliberate force.
The white-haired boy let out a loud sob as he weakly pushed
against Marik.
‘He’s worse than Bakura!’
Marik removed himself from Ryou. He laid beside Ryou
and grinned devilishly.
“Show me that great tongue that Bakura brags so much
about. Is it as good as Itemri claims it is?”
Ryou wiped his eyes. “I…I..”
Marik grabbed Ryou’s arms and pulled
him on top of me. “You WILL pleasure
me!”
Ryou closed his eyes tightly and placed a kiss on Marik’s lips. The yami’s eager tongue slipped through Ryou’s
lips. His busy hands wrapped around Ryou’s erection and stroked him as they kissed. Marik’s stealthy finger traced around the head, already weeping from Marik’s rough preparation.
Ryou kissed down Marik’s neck, each
second hating himself more than he thought possible. He licked the bud of Marik’s
right nipple, teasing it, and blowing on it.
Marik grabbed himself and started stroking himself to Ryou’s tongue. He
let out a moan as his body was relishing in the feelings he was producing on
himself. The hikari’s
kisses traveled lower as his tongue dipped into the yami’s
belly button.
Marik groaned. “You’re taking too long!”
Ryou looked up. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted me to go
slow.”
Marik growled. “I like nothing slow! Hard and fast, Ryou! Now get down there!”
The hikari shifted lower and took Marik’s length between his lips. Ryou swallowed around him,
closing his eyes tightly. The yami
thrust up into the warm heat above him. His body trembling from desire.
“Harder, Ryou!” Marik ordered.
Ryou drew on Marik’s length harder.
The yami moaned loudly, his own fingers twisting his nipples,
causing himself delightful pain.
“Harder!”
Ryou whimpered as he obeyed Marik’s
command.
The yami’s hands reached down and
buried themselves in Ryou’s hair. He thrust up into the heat, gripping the
white hair.
“Ryou!” Marik cried as he sent his release
into the hikari’s mouth. Ryou tried to pull his head
away. “No, Ryou….come on…taste it all.” Marik held Ryou until Ryou swallowed
the salty release. Marik released Ryou
and the hikari leaned over the bed, coughing and
hacking.
The yami chuckled. “Damn, Ryou….you do have a skilled little
tongue on you!”
Tears came out of Ryou’s eyes.
‘This is wrong….’
“Do it again.”
Ryou trembled. “W—What?”
Marik’s eyes narrowed. “Do it again! I can’t take you if I’m not hard!”
The white-haired hikari shuddered
at the thought of doing this again. But,
he had little choice….or face the wrath of Bakura.
With self-disdain, he swallowed around Marik’s
arousal again, bringing the yami to hardness quickly. The blond smiled as tears fell down Ryou’s eyes.
When the yami had once again became
stiff, he gripped the white hair in his hands and pulled up.
“Lay on your back!” the yami snarled as he pulled Ryou over
on the empty side of the bed….
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Bakura slammed his fist on the table. “You are not listening
to me! Tomorrow night, we will attack the Ishtar
home! You will help me attain the
Millennium Rod for my own!”
The men in leather jackets and dirty clothing nodded as they
listened to Bakura’s instructions.
One of the men licked his lips. “You mentioned a teenager.
When do we get our grubby little hands on his sweet….succulent….young body?”
Bakura shrugged. “Ishtar’s hikari is a teenager. Do whatever you want to him, I don’t
give a flying shit. But we will not
leave the home until I have what should be rightfully mine! I need all of the Items to defeat Yami, that
pharaoh who locked me away in his dungeon!”
The yami snarled. “I spent two
years in a cold, damp room…no food…no water….I was beaten, raped, and tortured
by that obnoxious pharaoh. I WILL NOT SIT AROUND
The men were quiet.
“Yes, sir,” said the leader finally.
“We will help you.”
“Good. Be here at
The men quickly left the house. The yami wore his leather jacket as he walked
to Ishtar’s house near by.
He still loved Marik.
He needed the Item.
He wanted to be with Marik alone.
But he needed, and was stuck with, his hikari.
‘Miserable afterlife,’ he thought as he kicked a stone. ‘I was so happy to get Marik back! Now I’m going to betray him.’
Bakura sighed. ‘But he has what I need….in more ways than
one. I need him. I need his Rod.’
Bakura looked up at the starry sky. “What if I hurt him? How could I live with myself? I’ve spent five thousand years searching
endlessly for him. I prayed at night. I
cried in the morning when he was not there sleeping beside me.”
The yami clenched his fists. “Yami must pay for what he’s
done to me! I’m not letting that bastard
pharaoh dominate me again! I’ll wipe him
off of the face of the planet with all of the Millennium Items! I will crush him! Then my revenge will be
complete and I can rest well tonight knowing that Yami paid for his crimes!”
Bakura stopped and looked up at the Ishtar’s
door. “Is revenge worth the life of someone you love?”
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Ryou bit his finger as the comforter pressed against his
forehead. He was bent forward in an
uncomfortable manner as the yami pounded into him from behind. The comforter material dug into his knees as
he kneeled on the bed, Marik’s hand keeping the upper
part of his body pressed to the mattress.
Marik’s satisfied grunts of pleasure and Ryou’s whimpers of pain sounded through the house. The yami grabbed Ryou’s
hips with a tight grip and released into the trembling, crying hikari.
Marik kneeled behind Ryou, his body and his head swimming in
unsurpassable pleasure. A last sigh of
contentment let Ryou know the yami was finally done.
Marik pulled out of Ryou as the hikari
buried his face in his hands. “You weren’t bad, Ryou.
All nice and tight…..”
Ryou sobbed harder.
“But, Malik’s ass belongs to me.
He’s so easily fuckable!”
Downstairs someone knocked on the door.
“That’s gotta be Itemri coming to get you.
Get dressed….and stop your fucking crying!”
Marik shut the door behind Ryou and pulled his shirt over his
head. “Itemri, your hikari
is a fucking crybaby in bed.”
Bakura rolled his eyes.
“I know. He can’t even take a little rape now and then. What a waste of skin!”
Malik narrowed his eyes, furious that Bakura was talking
about Ryou like he was a common slut!
Ryou staggered down the steps, hunched forward. His eyes were half closed and his body
trembled with pain. Malik pushed between
the two yamis and ran up the steps.
“Here, Ryou, let me help you,” Malik said, taking Ryou’s arm and supporting him.
Malik helped Ryou over to the seat and helped him sit down.
Bakura crossed his arms.
“Ryou, you are pathetic! You
cried like a wuss again?”
Ryou wrapped his arms around himself and lowered his head. “Yes, sir.”
Malik put his arm around Ryou and looked up at the two yamis glaring down at them.
“Bakura, Ryou is a good person.
Why do you treat him like garbage?”
Bakura growled. “Because he is garbage,
Malik!”
Ryou buried his face in his hands.
Bakura groaned. “I have no time for this, Ryou!”
“You see, Itemri? If it was just us, we wouldn’t have this
problem! But, no! We had to have hikaris! Mortals!
How soon can you two just fall off the face of
the Earth?”
Malik looked down and hugged Ryou quietly, both of them
hearing their yami’s insults.
Bakura grabbed Ryou’s wrist. “I’m
taking this home. It stinks of sex and
it needs a bath.”
Ryou shifted his eyes over to Malik. “Goodbye, Malik,” Ryou
said quietly.
“Goodbye, Ryou,” Malik said as he watched Bakura pull Ryou
out of the house. Malik stood up and
watched Ryou and Bakura walk down the street.
Malik rested his head against the doorway. “I’m sorry, Ryou.”
The yami grabbed Malik and pulled him inside. He shut the door and pinned Malik against it.
“Forget it, hikari. Tomorrow night, our men will come and I will
get Bakura’s Ring. It will be mine!”
Malik’s bottom lip trembled. “What about Ryou? Are you going to hurt him?”
Marik shrugged. “I don’t care about Ryou. Ryou could die and I wouldn’t flinch! I want that Ring! If killing Ryou is the only way to get it…..” Marik stopped.
Could he really ordered Ryou
killed? Bakura could also
disappear. Marik lowered his head.
‘I spent so long trying to get to Itemri. Now, I am willing to see him destroyed for my
own ambition.’
He loved Bakura.
Bakura showed him that lovemaking was not limited to women
only. Bakura helped him after his wife’s
death.
Bakura helped him recover from her loss.
Marik looked into Malik’s eyes with
a mask of anger. “If killing Ryou is the
only way to get Bakura’s Millennium Ring……then so be it.”
Marik stepped back and headed up the stairs.
Malik sighed. ‘You don’t mean that, Marik. You still love Bakura. Anybody can see that. That is anybody……but yourself.’