Smitten Over You
I do not own YouGayHo! (cough YuGiOh cough) .
This is a Clashshipping fic! Hoorah! I'm not promising anything... like actually Completing it! But I will do my Very best!
Enjoy!!!
It was a quiet evening at the Game shop and Yami was finishing up with the sweeping as he emptied the dust-pan. Sighing wistfully, Yami straightened his back from his bent over position over the garbage can. Wondering what time it had gotten to be, he glanced at the clock reading it as '4:26 pm'. Walking over a small closet he turned the knob to the door with cleaning supplies in it, turning it, and seeing darkness. Hanging the dust pan and broom up on a hook, Yami backed away from the door, closing it.
"Yugi? ..." Yami hollered. No reply.. Yami was puzzled. Surely Yugi would've notified him of going out…, wouldn't he?
Exhaling a deep sigh, Yami switched off the lights before turning and heading towards the door that entered into the Motou's residence. As he started over, Yami shivered upon touching the cold, metallic doorknob. Turning away from the door, he instantaneously felt the strong and undeniable presence of a nefarious being… Feet glued to his spot, he detected the location of the presence. Eyes squinting in vain to see the who or what this sinister entity was.
Then, a slow and rich voice spoke from out of the darkness,
"Hello, my Prince."
Cerise eyes widened. It took no time at all for Yami to identify the entities voice.
"M-Marik?..." Yami enquired with awe of the other entity.
Mariku nodded indolently, lights flickering on, blinding Yami's vision momentarily. Taking a step forward, the light revealing half of his tanned face. Fervent lavender eyes stared back at him.
"Yugi had better be all right! There's a special place in hell for people who harm my aibou! ….," Yami narrowed his eyes and inquired with a hint of growing fear in his voice, "What do you want?"
"He's fine.. Honest. He's with Jounouchi. Relax.." Mariku purred. Seeing the glint of malice in his eyes terrified the petit Yami. And when Mariku advanced on him,… it was oh so hard to resist the urge to run for dear life.
"If it is a skirmish you want with me, then you're challenging the wrong person. I do not like to get involved in physical violence, I'm not much of a combatant." Yami stated, grinding his teeth when he realized that he was stammering. Noticing that the other had no intention of backing down Yami forced his weight to his feet. He would not run away like a coward.
"...I want not to fight you, Pharaoh. What I desire is something a bit more…. Pleasurable.." Mariku clarified for the other, an animalistic purr accentuated. Finally closing in on Yami, Marik held two arms open, slipping them around Yami's waist and resting them on either side of Yami.
Yami disliked the closeness and tried to nudge the taller away from him, though this proved to be ineffective whilst Mariku's hands gripped at the side of the desk so as to prevent the other from escaping his embrace.
"...Pluh..-pleasurable? I have nothing that could bring you such ecstasy...let alone pleasure." Replied Yami's shaky voice. Yami bit his tongue and scolded himself mentally for stuttering once again in front of Mariku- of all people!
"Oh, there are Many things I want from you. One being your virginity, Two: You, and Three for you to start calling me "Mariku-sama" . So you see.. there are those things that will bring me Great pleasure, my Darling." Mariku said a tone that sent shivers down the small Yami's spine, whilst twirling one of the smaller males golden bangs around his index finger.
Crimsony, violet eyes stared on in utter disbelief and horror at Marik's requests.
"Wh-what do you mean? I belong to no one!" exclaimed Yami's stammering voice to counter the taller.
Mariku smirked at how wrong the petit Yami was, emitting a deep chuckle. Yami flinched.
"It means---- I-Want-You. And,… I will have you." Mariku assured the stricken Yami who could only squirm around in the entrapment Mariku made.
"Yes, I'd like to know.. if I have a choice in the matter? Will you leave me be if I tell you the feelings are not mutual?" Yami enquired hopefully, he did not want to be in a relationship with a man he had no feelings for.
"...Hmm, let me ponder this for a moment--- No!" Mariku snapped huskily. Stooping down he thrust his tanned hands into Yami's multicolored locks, cradling Yami's head in his hands and kissing him with a forcefulness and eagerness.
Distressed, Yami scratched and clawed at the fabric covering Mariku's muscled torso.
Pulling away, Mariku yanked Yami's head back roughly and stared down into his glassy, Crimsony, violet eyes that were brimmed with tears.
"I will see you very, very soon, my Darling. If you tell anyone of my intentions.. then I'll be forced to end your Hikari's life.. and to make things more unfeasible, I will also do away with my own Hikari!" Mariku sneered as he placed a tanned hand on Yami's pale neck. Stooping down Mariku pressed his lips to Yami's collarbone. Parting his lips he bit into the soft, pale flesh and suckled it ravenously. Lingering on the spot until he had his fill. Retracting, Mariku was only inches away from the erratic breath of Yami's mouth..
Yami's eyes widened at the sight of his own blood trickling down Mariku's chin. Backing away the taller smirked, adoring the look of disgust and trauma on the quivering Yami. Blood, the color of red wine, poured from the gaping wound just below Yami's neck.
"Oh, and I assure you… that all that I have told you will occur if you so choose to go against me, love. Don't forget.. I will have you… All.To.Myself." Mariku whispered harshly in Yami's ear. The warmth from his breath sent shivers through him. Liking this reaction, Mariku cupped Yami's chin with one free hand and smirked. Reaching for his Rod he kept a stern gaze on his victim and successfully pulled it from his belt loop. Chanting in Egyptian, the Rod shown with a brilliant, golden intensity that blinded Yami for the second time that day. Crimson eyes shot open, glancing about the room for Mariku… He transported himself to another location. He was safe.. For the time being..
He could never speak of this evening to his Hikari.. Or Yugi would pay the price. And in addition to Yugi's death, Malik would also die.. He would listen to Mariku and keep quiet, for Yugi and Malik's life are the cost. Lost in his contemplations, Yami soon fell asleep on the cold, floor of the Game Shop. Dreams of the unexpected encounter replaying itself over.. and over in the petit Yami's abused mind.
"Hey, Yami! I'm home…," Yugi walked into the living room to find no Yami lounging on the couch after a hard day of running the cash register. "YAMI!?" Yugi called as he wandered the house in search of his darker half.
Jou popped his head in the kitchen to see a worried Yugi with his head in his hands.
"Oi,.. calm down, Yuge! We'll find'em. I promise ya." Jou assured him with a small smile to his seemingly distressed friend. Slinging an arm around his little friends shoulder, Jou held him and waited for Yugi to collect himself.
"I-I'm not upset, Jou.. I am trying to concentrate…" Yugi mumbled, clenching his head tighter, hoping he would soon establish a link with his Yami.
"Ahh, I gotcha. You're 'tryin ta get'ta hold of Yami, right?" Jou waited for Yugi to reply, only getting a small nod in recognition to his comprehension.
"Look, Yuge, I'm gonna go check the Game shop juss in case.. A'ight?" Another nod and Jou gave Yugi a light pat on the back before heading for the Shop.
"Mariku!?," Inquired Malik.
"Where heck have you been?… you crazed-deranged-sadistic-masochist- YIKES!" Malik yelped as his Yami had just tried attempted to bite him.
"Piss off, whelp." Mariku warned his other in a unfriendly tone.
"Fine, fine… But seriously you've been out all afternoon up 'till now! It's 12:00 am! Oh my RA! Do NOT tell me you and Bakura were watering our neighbors flower gardens again with your own urine!?" Malik exclaimed rather worriedly.
"That.. my dear, Malik was a one time thing! Bakura and I were piss-drunk! It made sense at the time.. besides those flower beds looked parched.." Marik said in a nonchalant drawl. Malik chuckled at his Yami's dry humour. Hanging around with Bakura too much.. Yeah, that has to be it.
"You, Marik are my comic-relief!"
"Go to bed and never wake up.."
"Y'know you love me!"
"You don't want to know the truth to that do you?"
"Uh, well, I'm gunna head for the shower! Laterz!" Malik stammered, slowly inching up the stairs before turning and charging up them in fear that Mariku would decide to chase after him.
"...Why am I stuck with the -trickster- Hikari?" Mariku complained to no one in particular. "Like he even represents the meaning "Hikari.." Mariku thought, whilst he headed up the flight of stairs that his Hikari had recently raced up for dear life.
Just as Isis sat down at the dinner table with a nice hot cup of sugary, milky coffee the telephone rang with annoying persistence.
Isis mumbled incoherent curses directed at the phone words before trudging over to the whining phone and holding the earpiece to her ear.
"Hello, Ishtar residence.." Isis frowned upon hearing the callers voice reply,
"Wretch! Tell Mariku to get his flabby-ass over to Ryou's! Quick! Before, Ryou catches me on the tel-eo-phone!" Bakura barked in a hushed yet commanding tone.
Rolling her eyes she replied, "One moment.. And by the way.. I am NO wretch you ignorant ass!"
Dragging herself over to the stairs she called out, "Mariku! The baka-thief wants plot with you!"
Mariku, who was sitting on the edge of his bed jumped up as soon as the word "Thief" left her mouth.
Isis blinked when the phone was grabbed from her twitching hand and glanced around to see Marik already heading up to his room with the phone in-hand.
"Fuck, she's nasty whore! How the hell do you live with... that, that witch!?" Bakura inquired grudgingly.
"Ear plugs do the trick." Mariku replied resoundingly.
"Riiight, So.. Did you spook, Yami yet? I have died to witness the look of shock on his face when you told him, 'One: I want your VIRGINITY, Two: ownership over you, and THREE: For you to start calling me, 'Mariku-sama'.' " Bakurasaid in a drawl, dreamily as though imagining the scene happening before him.
"Yes, and he was none to pleased when I invaded his "personal-space". He really believed me when I threatened kill Yugi, and in addition to that, do away with Malik, if he were to say a word about my intentions." Mariku boasted, allowing himself a half-hearted chuckle.
"Ahh, how I've dreamed of the day that the Great Pharaoh would cower away in a corner, sniveling, begging and …groveling at my feet like a little pet. Kind of a turn-on, hm?" Bakura inquired, a harsh hiss in his tone whilst he buried his mind deeper in the reverie.
"You are the only person sick enough to actually be turned-on by something like that!" Mariku stated accusingly as though the other had committed a great crime by talking about the petit Yami that way.
"Hnn, oh I see... You like the Pharaoh, do you not? How quaint! When did you decide this, Mariku? After you kissed him? Or perhaps it was when you had him pinned down and forced your mouth on hi-"
"Piss off, baka-Tomb Raider! I'm going to bed.. Good night." Mariku snapped heatedly to the Thief on the other end and jammed his thumb on the "End" button.
Flopping backwards on his bed Mariku began to question his own feelings towards the smaller male.
"Why would I have feelings for the midget Pharaoh? It was just a cruel ploy! Ra, now I know why I loathe Human emotions so much! …stupid Hikari.." Mariku cursed. He always blamed his Hikari, even if he had nothing to do with the matter.
Feeling lost and depressed with these new emotions that he felt for the petite Yami, Mariku fought to push them away as though they never existed in him. But, to his dismay, they continued to make themselves present whenever he thought of the small male.
Jou flicked on the light switch that immediately illuminated the entire room. Glancing about himself it take long for him to see Yami lying in front of the front desk, sound asleep. Not wanting to awaken the small one, Jou picked him up into his arms and carried him back to the kitchen.
Yugi glanced up at Jou when he entered and nearly squealed with joy when he saw that Yami was safe in Jou's arms. Jou put a finger to his lips to silence the smaller teen and the other nodded and they both took Yami and tucked him into bed.
Plopping himself on a cushioned seat, Jou grinned at Yugi who was smiling back at him.
"He must'a worked some hard on dem chores, Yuge! Y'outta be some proud of him.. he must'a worked till his limbs went numb!" Exclaimed the blond. Yugi nodded in agreement,
"Oh, trust me I am very proud of Yami. He's adjusted so well to the Game Shop. He goes nutty if if he's not working his butt-off doing chores! ...It's like his hobby or something." Yugi added with a slight frown.
"Maybe you should tell'em ta live a little and not be so preoccupied with Work! How Yami could stand 'doin all that is beyond me!" Jou said in astonishment to Yami's little obsession with work.
"..That's what's worrying me! He's... he's a work-a-holic!" Yugi exclaimed whilst resting his cheek on his hand.
"Like moneybags! Seto Kaiba... yeeesh, I wouldn't accept that as a compliment if I were, Yami!"
Yugi's laughter was stifled by a large yawn. Blinking wearily, Yugi smiled up at his friend tiredly.
"A'ight, pal you're 'gettin sleepy so I'll see ya later! Oh, and say hi ta, Yami for me would'ja?" Jou enquired his sleepy friend.
Yugi nodded, "Of course, Jou! See you when I see you!" Yugi hugged the blond before he walked out into the cool night air and hopped on his bike.
Revving it up he sped off, waving as he left Yugi to watch him from a distance. Yugi always did have a small crush on his, spontaneous best-friend.
Crawling into bed next to his Yami, Yugi fell asleep, unaware of his Yami's eerie encounter with a certain psychopath.