Draiku: Heheheh, I wrote this one. That's why it has explicit stuff in it. Mew is incapable of writing yaoi. Only fluff and shonen ai.
Mew: Well, I'm not a pervert like you, Draiku.
Draiku: Oh, shove it up your--
Yoko: And now for the disclaimer and warnings.
Warning: Contains shonen ai, yaoi, and peanuts (sorry, just had to put that there. XD).
Disclaimer: Mew, Draiku, and Yoko do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, though they wish that they did because they could add all sorts of kinky things to it.
Puppy
Chapter One
Jonouchi was sitting in his room peacefully, listening to rock music. He bopped his head to the beat, singing the lyrics softly. He then grinned once he heard the guitar solo, jumped from his seat on the bed, and began to play an air guitar.
"Yeaaaah!" he yelled upon the end of the solo. He had memorized this song perfectly, and turned up the volume causing his eardrums to pound as the headphones blasted music into his skull. He danced around like a maniac and sang at the top of his lungs.
"…Liiiives, on Holiday!" he shouted, finishing the song. (A/N: Okay, maybe Jou is more of an oldies rock kinda guy, but I don't know, like, any old rock songs with a guitar solo. –sweatdrop-)
Jou smiled to himself and threw the headphones off, running a hand through his hair. He turned off his stereo and lied back on his bed. He then looked at the time. It was pretty late, he needed to get to sleep.
He was about to turn in when suddenly, he heard his doorbell ring. He blinked and walked over to it, happy that he had won some cash from a dueling competition to fix it. When he opened the door, he gasped in horror.
"M-Marik!" The yami in front of him grinned.
"Yes, Jou, it's me. The one who sent your beloved Mai to the Shadow Realm and almost killed you. Not to happy to see me, I'm sure?" he said in an icy voice.
"You're s'possed t' be dead! Go back t' Hell where y' belong!" Jou yelled angrily. Marik glared at him, silent.
"Before I do that…let me demonstrate to you which is more powerful, human will, or darkness." He yanked out his Millennium Item, the Millennium Rod, and pointed it at Jou. Jou was immediately thrown against the wall of his apartment, his arms and legs sticking straight out on the wall.
"Let me go!" he shouted and tried to break free from Marik's grasp, but it was useless. He couldn't move any part of his body below his neck. Marik laughed softly to himself and took out the dagger part of his golden staff. Jou watched fearfully as it was brought to his neck.
"Well, well, well, so even the strong are paralyzed by a mere dagger," Marik teased with that evil grin of his.
"D-don't kill me, please," Jou begged.
"And why wouldn't I?" Marik chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you." His hand moved swiftly to cut through the center of Jou's shirt, from the neck of it to the bottom.
Jou looked down at his clothing. His shirt now looked like a button-up tee-shirt without the buttons. Marik smirked, and finally, Jou realized what was going on.
"No, please God, no," he whispered.
"There is no such thing as 'God' for you now, Jou. There is only darkness, and that darkness is me," Marik said, grinning as he jabbed his thumb at his self.
Marik tore through Jou's shirt using the knife as an aid, and soon Jou was bare from the waist up. Jou felt tears come to his eyes as Marik rubbed his chest with a hand.
"Maybe we should move someplace a bit more comfortable, and practical, eh, Jou? How does your bedroom sound? Alright, then, let's go," Marik said before Jou could answer.
He grabbed Jou around the waist, and to keep the teen from struggling he pressed the knife gently, yet threateningly, against Jou's neck. Jou shuddered and tried to push away, but Marik just pressed the knife in harder.
Before Jou knew it, he was dumped onto the bed. He yelped in surprise as Marik climbed on top of him predatorily, licking his lips. Again, Marik brushed his hand over his pert nipples and finally took one into his mouth, licking the bud.
After a few licks and a few groans of protest from Jou, Marik bit the nub lightly. Jou let out a gasp.
"Nn-no, s-stop…" Jou moaned. Marik ignored his pleas and began to straddle his waist.
"Moan for me, Jou," he said with a grin, still holding the knife to Jou's neck. The yami carefully unbuttoned Jou's jeans, then unzipped the fly. Using quick fingers, he removed the jeans and then Jou's boxers in two swift motions. He smirked when he saw what he had expected.
"It seems as if you're enjoying this, Jou," he said, taking Jou's erect member into his hand.
"G-get off! I hate it!" Jou cried. Marik chuckled and pumped Jou's cock, grinning evilly. Jou let out short gasps of air, his eyes focusing and blurring. Marik released his grip on Jou's cock before the boy could cum into his hand. He then unzipped his own jeans and let his throbbing erection free.
Grabbing Jou's hair, Marik shoved his face between his legs.
"Suck it," he commanded in a husky, gravelly voice. Jou refused to do so, but Marik forced open his mouth and thrust his erect shaft into the boy's mouth. Jou had no choice but to do as Marik said.
He sucked the flesh regrettably, causing Marik to groan in pleasure.
"Use your tongue more!" Marik said through moans. Jou, while Marik's cock was still in his mouth, licked the Egyptian's member. Marik let out a final groan and came into Jou's mouth, causing the boy to choke.
"Drink it all, boy," Marik demanded. Jou felt his cheeks burning bright red as he lapped up Marik's seed with his tongue. "Yes, that's right," Marik muttered, licking his fingers until they were slick with saliva.
He grabbed Jou forcefully and flipped him over on his hands and knees, sticking one finger into Jou's tight, reluctant entrance. Jou gasped and flinched at the sensation as Marik stuck another finger into his opening.
Marik finally stuck a third finger into Jou's entrance, and his fingers brushed over Jou's prostate. Jou let out a cry of pain as Marik placed his shaft at the boy's opening. Marik thrust into him as hard as he possibly could, bucking his hips forcefully.
Jou cried out as tears streamed down his face. It hurt so much! He felt Marik lick his neck and nip his skin.
"Jou…you're so fuckin' tight…" Marik moaned with a grin. He thrust in again, making Jou cry out in response. After only a few more thrusts, Jou came, spraying his seed onto the bed and into Marik's hand, which had been pumping his member. Marik gritted his teeth and came into Jou upon feeling Jou's fluid on his fingers.
Marik slipped his flaccid member out of Jou, leaving the blond boy to lie on the bed, panting and huffing. He tucked his shaft back into his pants, zipped up the fly, and straightened out his shirt. He looked as if nothing sensual had happened in the past few minutes.
Marik eyed Jou. He noticed the blond boy looking at him with burning hatred, yet also with an expression that clearly stated "why?"
"Get used to it. You're all mine, now, Jou. No one else's. Thus, I can do whatever I want to do with you," Marik said with a smirk. Jou shut his eyes tightly, feeling tears make their way down his face. Marik walked out of the room and shut the door, leaving Jou alone.
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Jou went through the same thing almost every single day. First, he would wake up in the morning and take a shower. Next, Marik would leave the apartment that he forcefully shared with Jou, and Jou would just stay at home. He would usually lie on the couch, wondering "why?" over and over again.
About an hour later, Marik would return with groceries and such, depending on what they needed. Usually it was stuff from the food pyramid, and he barely got any junk food. If he ever did, it would always be chips, and they would always be baked. From observation, Jou discovered that Marik was a health-wise guy, who also liked to give people nicknames. Jou's was "Puppy", or "Pup" for short.
As Marik suggested, he did kind of get used to it, but it still disturbed him. He always imagined himself sleeping with someone, preferably a girl, that he loved and cherished. But instead, he was just some plaything for some insane, psychopathic, health-maniacal guy with spiky hair and icy blue eyes.
Anyway, after Marik would get home, he would usually put it all away. In fact, thanks to Marik, Jou's apartment was much more organized and cleaner. Jou was slightly impressed at this, he had always expected Marik to drag bodies back every night and dump them in a room for "safe-keeping".
After Marik put away the groceries, he would tackle Jou to the bed and forcefully make out with him, strip him down, and do him. After they were through with that, Jou would stay in bed for a while with Marik, who usually kept his arms around the boy, until he could walk.
Marik was quite a mystery to Jou. He wondered where the "OMG. You are my one and only love" attitude came from. Heck, Marik even cuddled on the couch with him. He was very strange, especially since when Marik first visited, he raped Jou. Now, it almost seemed as if he did really love him.
That's impossible, Jou thought. If Marik really did love me in the first place, he wouldn't be such an asshole. Yeah, that makes sense. And since he was such an asshole that first night, then he just wants me for sex. Jou nodded upon reaching his conclusion like it was over and done with, but little did he know that he was wrong, very, very wrong.
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Marik walked in one day with more bags than usual. He put them in front of Jou, who was lying on the couch, staring at the TV.
"Here," he said in that familiar, rough voice of his. Jou blinked.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You're going back to school in a few days, aren't you? So I got school crap, like pencils and all that jazz. Anyway, if you don't like something, or if some clothes don't fit, then just tell me and I'll return them," he replied. Jou blinked again as Marik left, wondering why the hell Marik would do something like that for him.
He sat up and looked into one of the sacks. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't filled with skimpy, kinky clothing that Marik would probably like to see Jou in, but normal clothes, like jeans and tee-shirts. There were some sweaters for winter, a scarf, gloves, and a hat. There were even shoes that actually fit, just normal sneakers. Jou got up, taking the shoes with him.
The boy walked to the kitchen, where he found Marik putting away a rarely-seen bag of chips.
"'Ey, why didn't y' get me diff'rent shoes?" he asked.
"Why do you ask? I thought that you liked that style of shoe," Marik answered.
"Well, yeah, but wouldn't you get somethin' like, ah, hooker boots, instead?" Marik turned to him, looking appalled.
"For one thing," he started, very serious, "shoes like that are against the school dress code. They're not 'school-appropriate' or whatever. Secondly, why would you want those?"
"I'm not sayin' that I want 'em, but wouldn't y' like, like t' see me wearin' leather and hooker boots?"
"No, the idea of something that kinky doesn't really…appeal to me. Why, does it to you, Pup? 'Cause we can try something out like that if you want," Marik replied. Jou soon realized that he hadn't ever had a talk that was this long with Marik before.
"Y' actually seem as if you're considerin' m' feelings," he said suspiciously.
"And why wouldn't I?" Marik asked, putting away a jug of milk. Jou glared at him.
"Because y' only want me fer sex!" Marik dropped the yogurt he was about to put into the fridge. He looked to Jou, almost a bit…surprised, yet depressed at the same time.
"You…you really thought that?" he asked softly.
"Well, o' course! I mean, you suddenly appear at my place really late one night, break in, and rape me! Why wouldn't I!" Jou demanded angrily. Marik didn't answer. He simply picked up the yogurt, shut the fridge, and walked towards the door. He paused at it.
"Could you put away the rest of the stuff, please?" he asked quietly. Jou nodded, confused. Marik left the room, leaving Jou alone once again.
-
It was quite late, and Jou wondered why Marik hadn't tackled him to the bed today. Usually, Marik would do that every day, but today he had barely seen Marik at all, even in the small apartment.
Jou stared at the ceiling sleepily. Marik hadn't come to bed yet, even though it was past midnight. He sat up in his bed and felt concerned, for some reason. He swung his feet off the bed and stood up, looking around. He walked out of his room and into the living room, where he saw Marik, lying on the couch.
He walked over to him. Marik was still awake, looking depressed. He didn't even look up at the blond boy in front of him.
"'Ey, Marik? What's wrong?" Jou asked as kindly as he could. Marik turned over.
"Nothing," he answered stubbornly. Jou frowned.
"Y' can tell me, really. Why're you sleepin' out here instead of th' bed?" Marik stayed silent. "Please? Could ya' tell me?"
"I…" Marik started awkwardly. "I…I know that his sounds weird, especially since you thought that I was using you for sex…but, I…I really do love you, Jou. I didn't know how else to show you that." Jou gasped.
"Y-you coulda told me, y' know," he said softly.
"You wouldn't listen to me if I tried. You hated me, and probably still do, and wouldn't consider loving me. Hell, no one would listen to me, even if for a good reason. After all, I am Marik."
"I'm listenin' t' y'," Jou murmured.
"I know, but before…you wouldn't. Not even if I just gave up the duel with the pharaoh myself and let him win. Everyone would still hate me." Jou thought about this.
"Marik…" he muttered, sitting next to the yami. "I…I admit it, I don't quite hate y' anymore. I mean, y' cleaned up th' place and brought back groceries while all I did was sit on m' ass at home. Plus, since all y' buy is whole grain, veggies, an' fruits an' protein-filled stuff, I'm healthier than I ever was." Marik looked over his shoulder at him.
"You don't hate me?" he asked with bewilderment in his tone.
"Nah, I don't hate y'. In fac', I barely even know y'. We've never really talked b'fore," Jou said with a shrug. "So, um, are y' comin' t' bed?" Marik smiled slightly.
"Sure, if that's okay with you," he replied.
"'Course it is. B'sides, the bed's much more comfier." Jou and Marik walked to Jou's room and lied on the bed next to each other, a small amount of distance apart. They fell asleep peacefully.
TBC
Draiku: Mua-ha-ha! Fear me and my tendency to write rape stories! –cackles some more-
Mew: Poor Jou… I hate you, Draiku! –cries-
Draiku: Feh. Foolish mortal.
Mew: Oi! You aho! You're mortal too, bakayarou!
Draiku: Oh, that's only what you suspect… -laughs creepily-
Mew: o.O"
Yoko: R&R, please! (BTW, aho means dumbass in Japanese, while bakayarou means asshole. Yeah. Mew only curses in Japanese so she can say it to anyone since they don't know what it means, here. –nervous smile-)