I'm back! Hooray! ... *cricket chirping* ...ahem.

While looking through my other fics I had an epiphany: my stuff is basically all out of character sillyness. Well, it's all in-character in that it's in-character with my RP group, but I'm not even gonna pretend that's a good excuse for you people who don't know the references. So I've started this fic to sorta explain what I imagine was really going on at night on the blimp. This is my attempt at showing you guys why I love Clashshipping in a more-canon way. We cool?

Marik = Yami Marik, Mailk = hikari. See, no YGOTAS references!

Contains serious smut. More than usual. Enjoy~

All characters (c) Kazuki Takahashi. I was reading an epic Prideshipping fic the other day where the author raised the point that seeing as this is a site for fanfiction it doesn't really make sense to do disclaimers. Well, I look at it in that they're a way of giving a bit of a nod, a bit of credit, to the cool beans who created the worlds we like to play in. Okay? :) On with the porn- I mean, fic. ^^

Chapter One

Yugi paced restlessly in his room aboard Kaiba's blimp. They were on their way to the final location of the Battle City Tournament, which Kaiba hadn't felt generous enough to reveal yet. He couldn't sleep for worry; this tournament had been the worst he'd ever been in, even worse than when Pegasus had trapped his grandfather in a card, his fate dependent on Yugi's victory. First the strange man Odion, then poor Ryou and now Mai had been consumed by the ShadowRealm and by Marik's insatiable cruelty. It had been hard enough going into this tournament with Ishizu's warnings that the fate of the world hung on winning this, but it was even worse now he knew that unless Marik was stopped he and his friends would be in danger too. Joey was still in the competition, as was Kaiba. He didn't want either of them to get hurt. And then there was the Spirit, the Pharaoh, Yami.
Yugi looked over at the spirit who sat on the edge of the bed by Yugi, watching him solemnly. If Marik won, Yami would be taken and his power used for evil.
Yami, always knowing what was on Yugi's mind, put a ghostly hand on Yugi's shoulder, though Yugi still felt the warmth of it.
"You should get some sleep," the Pharaoh said kindly. "Rest yourself for our biggest challenge yet. We must be ready to face whatever Kaiba or Marik throw at us."
Yugi nodded, absently polishing the Millennium Puzzle. "I know I should, but I can't sleep. My mind just turns to worrying about what should happen if… if we fail."
"We can't fail," Yami said with a quiet confidence, squeezing Yugi's shoulder. "Our teamwork is infallible, our deck near-unbeatable, and our cause just. There is no way we cannot prevail, even though the odds and risks are so high. You must trust in your friends, and your own abilities Yugi. And get some sleep, too."
Yugi smiled weakly and lay down under the covers. Yami remained sitting on the bed, watching Yugi's face as he slowly relaxed. He, too, was worried, but knew he could not let it show in front of Yugi, who was fragile enough at the moment. So he kept his anxiety and self-doubt to himself, locked in his mind as securely as his essence was locked in the Puzzle. He couldn't help but feel that if he could remember something, just something from his past, it could help them. If he could remember what he had done in his days as Pharaoh, surely they would have some sort of edge over Marik?
He smiled to himself as he realised that neither he or Yugi were considering Kaiba or Joey to be a threat, assuming that they would face Marik in the ultimate end. Well, it was their destiny to do so, but it still seemed almost comically arrogant to assume that Joey would roll over without a fight – though he would help as much as he could, in any event – and that they would be able to beat Kaiba. Kaiba was a tough opponent, still their toughest opponent since Duellist Kingdom. Sure, they had beaten him before, quite a few times, but with each duel Kaiba only got more cunning, his deck more powerful, his strategies harder to twist back on him. If they couldn't beat Kaiba to duel Marik, then Yami had no doubt that their cause would be lost. There was no way Kaiba could beat Marik, after all. Marik was simply too strong, and only Yami and Yugi had a chance of beating him.
Yugi tossed in his bed, drawing Yami's focus back into the room. He smoothed a translucent hand over Yugi's brow, sighing. The little one was too anxious to sleep and Yami felt it in their soul-link.
"Yugi," he said softly, and Yugi opened his eyes. "Why don't you let me take over so you can rest."
"What about you? Don't you need your rest too?"
Yami smiled at the concern in Yugi's eyes, but couldn't help but feel saddened that Yugi didn't know that he could never sleep, as just a spirit. Only when he was in control of Yugi's body was he able to do normal human things again. In the Puzzle, he just paced and tried to remember things. It was horrible.
"I'm fine, little one," he said. "You need your rest more."
Yugi sighed and relinquished control over to Yami.
Yami blinked and stretched his arms, feeling the sensations of flesh again almost shockingly sharply. Every time he and Yugi transferred places he was stunned by the sheer feeling of being human again. He walked around the room for a moment, getting used to real legs again and making sure he didn't stumble over things in the dark room. He felt Yugi's mind go to sleep, nestled in the Puzzle and safe there. He stared out the window at the clear night sky, hearing the dull thump and rattle of the blimp's engine sound sonorously through the velvety night. He opened the window and stuck his head out with difficulty, battling with the wind at this altitude. But it felt good.
It was so cold outside, and fresh, he wanted more of it, he wanted to feel the wind against his face again. So he walked briskly out and into the corridors, heading for the top deck.
He didn't know there was another sleepless passenger abroad in the hallways.
He heard a whisper of cloth against the wall and turned but there was no one there. He frowned, pausing with his hand on the door handle to outside. He thought he heard a tread on the carpet but again, it was just him. Shrugging, he turned back to face the door and was about to turn the handle when something slammed him up against the wall.
Yami felt his breath come hard and he struggled against his captor, heart racing in fear. There was a hand on the back of his neck, forcing his face against the wall and another large hand pinning his hands above his head. A tall, solidly built body crushed him against the wall and he felt hot breath ghost over his ear.
"Who is that?" He asked with as much authority and confidence as he could while helpless like this. A dark chuckle answered him and his face was pressed harder into the wall. Marik. "What do you want, you evil creature?" Yami spat.
Another chuckle. "Take a wild stab in the dark, Pharaoh."
For a moment Yami was stunned. "You… you called me Pharaoh…?" he said uncertainly.
"Of course," Marik said, sounding irritated. "That is your title."
Yami couldn't believe it. Not even Yugi really called him that. The others just called him a spirit, the keeper of the Puzzle, and other such vagaries. To them, he was just a spirit that helped Yugi. Kaiba even refused to acknowledge his existence.
Marik seemed annoyed at Yami's cool even in this position. He was trying to put the Pharaoh off-balance and he seemed to have succeeded, though not in the way he had planned. He tightened his grip on Yami's wrists so his fingertips turned purple. Yami gave a small hiss of discomfort, jolted back to the present.
"What do you want?" he asked again, trying to turn his head to look at Marik, but that strong hand wormed through his hair to the back of his head and pushed his face back against the wall.
"I will beat you, Pharaoh," he said in a low, menacing voice, lips hovering just over Yami's ear. He shivered and goose-bumps erupted all over his body at Marik's hot breath against his skin, so very uncomfortably close. "You cannot win against me." So saying, he yanked on Yami's hair.
To Yami's surprise, that touch sent a little quiver of heat down his spine. He must have made some noise because Marik did it again, and Yami was able to put a name to that jolt of heat. Pleasure. He felt himself blush and was actually thankful Marik had pressed his face into the wall. If Marik knew that in trying to hurt him, he had actually succeeded in giving him pleasure… he didn't know what the evil spirit would do. It surprised him enough that in a situation like this, at the mercy of his most hated rival, he was unexpectedly enjoying it.
Marik tugged again, harder, and Yami felt the pain transform into liquid fire in his body, and the unwanted pleasure pooled in his groin. This time a tiny little gasp escaped his lips, a rapid intake of breath that could never be mistaken for one of pain.
"What's this, Pharaoh?" Marik said, sounding like he was grinning. Yami's heart sank. "Are you having fun?"
Yami didn't answer but struggled against his captor. Marik gave a low laugh, making Yami shiver.
"Out of all the reactions I'd expected to get out of you, I didn't expect this."
Yami tried again to free himself but Marik was too strong.
"Oh dear, Pharaoh," Marik chuckled. "So lonely in that Puzzle of yours that something like this makes you happy? Are you glad of the attention, hmm?"
Yami was ashamed to think that there was an element of truth in Marik's words. It felt good to have someone, anyone, acknowledge him as a being other than that of a benevolent spirit in Yugi's mind. It felt good to be seen. Not that he would ever admit that, especially not to someone such as Marik, of all people.
Marik's body pressed closer against his own, pushing him right up against the wall. He felt the other man's hips crush into his own, pinning him more effectively than anything he had ever known.
"I wonder, if I were to do this…" Marik said musingly, and started slowly grinding his hips back and forth against Yami's. Yami gasped again and to his horror, pleasure arced through him in a heady rush with every movement.
"Stop this," he said weakly, trying to summon his usual fire but unable to due to the distracting sensation of Marik grinding against him.
"You are in no position to be making demands, Pharaoh," Marik said darkly, breath hot on Yami's ear and neck as his hips kept their slow pace. "You are completely helpless. You can't even move your head." So saying, Marik tugged again on Yami's hair. Yami bit his lip to smother the sound that begged to be made. Being helpless like this… he was deeply ashamed to think in the darkest corners of his mind that it felt good to be so liberated of responsibility. He couldn't struggle against Marik, and the consequences were all down to the other man. Yami was blameless, and not responsible. The repercussions were not his to take, for once. And by Ra it felt good.
"This wasn't what I had planned, but I'll take what I've got," Marik said, nails raking down Yami's wrist and grinding harder. Yami gave a shuddering gasp as he felt the hardness of the other man's groin against his arse, Marik's knee nudging Yami's apart.
"Stop," he said again, knowing this was wrong, he shouldn't want this as much as he did, he shouldn't want Marik, full stop! This was the man who had hurt so many of his friends, who threatened the world, who could kill him on a whim, and all he could think was of how damnably good it felt to be noticed. And Marik knew it too.
"Who'd have thought, the great and mighty Pharaoh so turned on by a little molesting," Marik laughed. "And this is nothing to what I could do to you."
Marik pushed his hips hard into Yami's suddenly, so hard Yami felt Marik's erection press between his buttocks. He groaned and immediately regretted it as Marik laughed, a note of real cruelty in his voice. But then Marik did it again, and again.
"Get off me," Yami moaned, horrified by how turned on he was.
"But Pharaoh," Marik said in mock-hurt, "Aren't you curious as to your past?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Yami forced out between gritted teeth.
"I've got your history scarred into my back, remember? Or at least into little Malik's back, and therefore mine. You should want to spend more time with me, Pharaoh. You should be begging for the chance to find out everything you've ever wondered about yourself, your reign. I have all the information you crave, just under a thin layer of material, so easily removed."
Yami had to admit, the knowledge was tempting, the feel of Marik's body crushed against his even more so. But if he agreed… it would be willing. And he shouldn't be willing. He should not want this.
"I'll make you beg, never fear," Marik said and tightened his grip on Yami before pulling him away from the wall, pushing Yami to walk in front of him, held by the wrists behind Yami's back and by his hair. Yami stumbled forward, breathing fast. There really was nothing he could do, Marik was just so much stronger than he was, so much taller, so much more in control. There was no doubt in Yami's mind that Marik could do literally anything he liked to Yami, and the former Pharaoh would be completely unable to stop him.
The thought made desire course through him in a sickeningly hot pulse.
He was marched through the dark corridors quickly, stumbling over his feet when he made a wrong turning and wad yanked by the hair in the right direction. They were headed to Marik's room and neither said a word; Yami was too embarrassed and hot to be able to say anything and Marik wanted to savour the moment of complete dominion over the Pharaoh, though he suspected the moment was going to last a long while.
Marik kicked the door closed behind them and forced Yami into his bedroom, pushing the former Pharaoh onto his front on the bed, kneeling over him.
"What are you going to do to me?" Yami asked, voice muffled by the bedclothes.
Marik didn't answer and Yami was facedown so couldn't see the evil spirit get the Millennium Rod out of a belt-loop and give it a casual wave. He saw the Shadows, though, creeping towards him, surrounding them, and binding his wrists in their cold grip to the headboard.
"That's better," Marik said with satisfaction, releasing his grip on Yami's hands. "Now I have two hands free, to do whatever I want with you… I think I'll play with you for a while, you seemed to enjoy that earlier. I know I did."
Yami didn't try to deny it, didn't deny that his body was singing with traitorous anticipation, desire hot in his blood, hotter with every touch and every beat of his heart. He closed his eyes and bit the bedclothes as Marik's hands wandered all over his body in feather-light touches that inflamed his skin and made him squirm in agonised pleasure. When Marik slipped his hands under Yami's shirt Yami's whole body shuddered at the coolness of Marik's fingers pressing against his hot skin, pressing lightly and teasingly, so teasingly, stroking his spine and ribs.
"This is so wrong," Yami moaned into the bed. "I should hate you for all you've done…"
Marik leaned over him, hips flush against Yami's again – he groaned – as he whispered directly into Yami's ear. "That's part of the charm, Pharaoh. And don't you just love it."
Yami shivered at the feel of Marik's breath, hopelessly turned on by the whole situation and not really caring to examine why. Marik's tongue darted out and licked along Yami's ear, chuckling at Yami's sounds of pleasure.
"My, my, Pharaoh, I never thought you'd be this desperate to be touched that you'd let your worst enemy do this to you."
"Me neither," Yami mumbled. It was true, after all. He literally could not remember the last time anyone had touched him like this. It was unbelievably sweet. "Wh-Why are you doing this?"
Marik stopped his hands and considered the question. "To show you that I will beat you, when the time comes. That you will not be able to stop me from taking your power in the end, just like you can't stop me from doing this."
He reached under Yami and grabbed hard at his crotch, squeezing Yami's erection harshly. Yami gasped and squirmed, feeling himself harden even more under that touch.
"And, of course," Marik continued smugly, "To have a little bit of fun with the unshakeable, incorruptible, forever-in-control Pharaoh. You love not being in control now, don't you my dear?"
"I'm not your dear," Yami said weakly, knowing he should protest about something more important like Marik's hand stroking him, but unable to summon any will to do so.
"Of course not," Marik said sarcastically, but otherwise let the matter drop. Yami wasn't completely reassured he had pressed his point but soon couldn't bring himself to care as Marik started slowly undressing him. "I'm going to have fun doing you," he murmured, admiring Yami's lean, pale body slowly revealed in the moonlight from the window. The Shadows ate at his clothes so Marik only had to sit back and enjoy the sight. Yami finally lay completely naked, face down on Marik's bed, without even his customary collar to protect his modesty from Marik's hungry gaze. Yami tried twisting his head around to look at Marik but couldn't quite do it and tugged against his Shadow-bonds. Naturally they held firm and only tightened when he pulled against them. He soon desisted.
"Completely at my mercy," Marik murmured, running his hands down Yami's back and over his arse and thighs, the former Pharaoh's moans music to his ears. "Once so proud, now sunk so low. What is it you're enjoying so much, my dear? Is it not being in control? Not having to take the blame? Sheer loneliness? The fact I have your secrets in my possession? That forbidden-fruit feeling to be touched by your enemy?"
Yami refused to answer. Marik parted his thighs with strong, cool hands and explored with his fingertips, teasing touches that made Yami's body jerk and twitch.
"Or is it all of the above, hmm?"
He ran his fingernail along the underside of Yami's erection base to tip and Yami thrashed shamelessly, trying to get more contact. Marik chuckled. "I'll take that as an absolute yes."
The next few minutes melted into a single second of delirious time for Yami as his naked body was caressed from every angle with meticulous attention; Marik hitting every tender spot with instinctive precision and reducing Yami to a groaning mess.
"That's enough of that," Marik said firmly. "Let's have a proper look at you."
Yami was flipped over, Shadows around his wrists twisting accommodatingly. He drew his legs up slightly, trying to conceal himself, but his half-hearted attempt was useless. Marik made a sound deep in his throat that could have been a purr if Yami didn't know better, and through half-lidded eyes he saw Marik lean over him, eyes drinking in his moonlit body. Then he slowly pulled his black vest over his head, tossing it to the floor carelessly.
Yami couldn't help but stare. By Ra, the man was impressive. Marik laughed at Yami's staring and unbuckled his belt, so slowly undoing his flies. Yami couldn't believe the primal need that controlled him now; it didn't matter in his mind that this was Marik, the man who had caused so much misery, the man he should despise. All that mattered was that Yami needed to be seen as separate from Yugi, needed to be relieved of control, needed to be appreciated, needed to be touched and given release. It went beyond all reason into pure lust, and he saw it reflected in Marik's eyes. Soon they were both naked and Marik forcefully yanked Yami's legs apart and around his waist, grinding again. They both cried out at the contact, hard for each other and loving the feeling of their burning skin meeting. Marik pulled Yami's hips up so they were even closer and ground hard against Yami, like before against the wall, but so much harder. It was delicious.
Yami stared up at Marik in the dim room as their bodies moved together. Fleetingly, Yami thought the look on Marik's face as their erections rubbed against each other was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, all pleasure and animalistic desire. But all thought was suspended as Marik's fingers plunged into Yami's tight entrance, stretching the muscles and teasing, flitting over that sweet spot deep inside Yami that he prayed Marik would touch just a little harder, just a bit more, for he wanted this so badly the pressure was unbearable, he felt like he was going to burst at any second.
"I'm going to have you, Pharaoh," Marik breathed, eyes filled with dark glee. "I'm going to plunge right inside you and take you harder than you've ever felt before. And you'll enjoy it, you'll beg for more, you'll learn to crave my touch. And maybe I'll let you release." His hand withdrew from Yami and clenched hard around Yami's swollen dick, making Yami whimper and buck. Marik laughed again, the sound caressing Yami's hot body, and as promised he plunged right in, brutally hard, and oh Gods but Yami loved it. He welcomed the pain knowing pleasure raced on its heels. His legs tightened convulsively, drawing Marik yet deeper, and his inner muscles clenched around Marik's dick; Marik hissed with pleasure and pulled Yami's hips up higher, impaling himself further.
Yami felt like he was going to be ripped in two from the sheer size and force of the penetration but thrust his hips up breathlessly, not caring how much it hurt because it felt so goddamn good…
Just as Marik had said, he thrust into Yami hard and fast, in and out in a harsh rhythm that Yami frantically tried to match, whole body straining with the effort of trying to swallow Marik, loving the sweet feeling of this lust more than matched by his captor. That sweet spot was hit and Yami arched his back, inner walls convulsing again and bolts of white-hot pleasure ripping through him. Marik purred and his hand clenched around Yami's dick, making Yami convulse all over again. Now whenever he thrust Marik made sure to slam into that sweet spot, his hand rubbing vigorously up and down Yami's length. Yami was in the helpless throes of lust, so close to coming, so close it was agony.
"Not yet, my dear Pharaoh," Marik grunted, yanking Yami's hips yet higher to the accompaniment of Yami's yelp. "I'm in control here, and I'll control your release."
Yami nodded frantically – anything to speed his climax – and looked up at Marik. He nearly came then and there, looking at Marik's expression of exultant ecstasy, beautiful and so sensual he wondered giddily why he hadn't seen it before.
"You're such a little slut, Pharaoh," Marik grinned, upping the pace yet again.
Usually Yami would never let anyone get away with calling him something so disrespectful, but once again he found himself hopelessly turned on by it, unable to explain his body's wild reaction to anything that had happened that night.
Marik laughed breathlessly, driving harder and deeper, plunging himself as far as he could into Yami's tight narrow passage and then some. "I've found my favourite sport," he sniggered. "Pharaoh-baiting." So saying he stroked his thumb along Yami's weeping slit and drank in the sound of Yami's tormented cries. Yami lost himself in sensation, hips rocking furiously in time with Marik's, craving a release from this hellish pleasure.
Marik breathed unsteadily, slamming monstrously hard and pumping at Yami's cock with an almost sadistic pace, jetting his hot load deep, deep into the former Pharaoh. Yami's body jerked, inner walls clamping and releasing spasmodically around Marik as he too came, his long-desired release finally granted.
They gasped for breath, dizzy.
When Yami had recovered, he looked into Marik's calm face directly above his own, feeling sickened to the core. He felt like he had betrayed all he stood for by enjoying that so thoroughly, ashamed of the satisfaction that melted his bones under Marik's gloating gaze.
"My Pharaoh," Marik said, and there was nothing affectionate in it. It was all possession and Yami sighed unevenly, the strength to argue eroded by the force of his pleasure. "You enjoyed that, I know you did." He waved a fluid-splattered hand in Yami's face and Yami blanched in mortification. "Just you wait, soon you'll want more. And more. And you won't be able to recognise yourself for the need."
"You are an evil, evil man," Yami panted, wishing his hands were free so he could push the man away, wishing his legs weren't traitorously locked around Marik's waist.
Marik leaned down so their noses just touched. "An evil, evil man who can give you more pleasure than you can dream of. Yes, Pharaoh," he smirked. "Even more."
The night dissolved into a haze of ecstasy as Marik took him every which way, Shadows at his command to torture Yami's limbs into painful contortions. Yami was lost and didn't look back to try and find the path back to light. It was too damn good.
Hours later, as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, Marik surveyed his panting toy. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was mess with people's heads. He leaned closer and slowly kissed the startled Yami, almost gentle as he massaged Yami's lips and tongue with his own. When he pulled back Yami was trembling in confusion. Marik grinned and with a wave of the Rod the Shadows melted before the sunlight, his clothes reappearing as if the Shadows had never eaten them. He withdrew from his position between Yami's legs and sat back, watching Yami carefully sit up and watch him, body tensed warily.
"You may go, Pharaoh," he murmured, not bothering to cover himself up. "But you know I'll be back for you. And you won't struggle a tiny bit, because you crave this now. You crave to surrender control to another, you crave the pleasure only I can give you. You are mine."
Yami tripped out the door, not looking back as he raced through the corridors back to Yugi's room. With the return to reality the pain and bruises Marik had inflicted on him had gone, and he was grateful for that; he didn't want to have to explain to Yugi why, when the body was given back to him, it was so damaged. He lay down in Yugi's bed and closed his eyes.
Little one, he called, and Yugi's mind stirred. It's almost morning.
Yugi took back control of the body and Yami gladly retreated into the Puzzle, not wanting to dwell on what had happened.
Not wanting to dwell on the fact he was looking forward to nightfall.

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I don't know how long this fic is going to be but I've got more planned~ See you guys soon!