Well, I guess I finally decided to upload these little one-shots...er two-shots in this case.

Pairing: Clashshipping (Yami Yugi/Yami Marik)

Warnings: Smut and lemon (first chapter) OOCness and attempted fluff

Of course, Yami and Marik are not mine. If they were, I would not be writing fanfiction about sexy times with them hehe :)


When did this madness start?

The anger, the hatred….the pain. It was just a release, that's all. Probably not the one he was looking for but a release no less.

The spirit of the Millennium Puzzle, Yami, was not unfamiliar with pain. Whether it was mental scars or physical wounds, it was not surprising. As time went on, he accepted the pain and embraced the good that came from it, if there was any. The pain of not remembering, the pain of being trapped for 5,000 years, the pain of being an outcast in the world, all of that.

This, however, was different.

"I hate you."

"The feeling is neutral."

Yami moaned as his mouth was roughly plundered by the other dark's. This was normal, a little too normal for his liking to be perfectly honest. However, he cherished it. Even if Marik's insane other half probably hated him more than anyone could hate a person, he gave the former pharaoh more attention than anyone else, Yugi included.

Battle City, that's where they first met. Yami had been so preoccupied he hadn't even really noticed the look in Yami Marik's dark lavender eyes when his own amethyst eyes met them. Sure there was anger, hatred and pain all wrapped up in undeniable madness but there was something else.

Curiosity, wonder. The yami would never lose his interest, if you would call it that, in the spirit of the puzzle.

That scared Yami, at first.

However, he came to realize that that was the first time someone looked at him like that. The first time someone saw him as Yami, the former pharaoh of Egypt, rather than the spirit that lived within Yugi. Yami Marik saw him as what he truly was, something that had been lost for 5,000 years.

He was cut off from his thought when the other yami pulled back, his eyes unreadable. In his own way, the insane essence was beautiful.

Yami blinked when he realized Yami Marik had cocked his head to one side, his wild blonde hair shifting as he did. "Are you thinking about me pharaoh?"

The amethyst-eyed yami blushed lightly before narrowing his eyes. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

The insane yami chuckled darkly before nuzzling Yami's neck softly, making the former pharaoh stiffen. "That's perfect, I don't want you to think of anyone else."

Yami sighed softly as he clutched the soft bed-spread beneath him. When Yami Marik spoke in that tone, he meant it. There was no excuse to why Yami wouldn't obey.

The former pharaoh yelped in surprise when the other dark bit the tender junction that connected the neck and the shoulder, sucking and kissing the irritated area. Yami squirmed. He knew the other was teasing but he didn't think he could take it tonight.

Yami Marik snorted. "You sound like a girl."

Yami glared at him. "You took me by surprise, that's all." The other yami raised an eyebrow before he quickly latched his mouth onto Yami's collarbone, one of his sensitive spots. He nipped it with his teeth before swirling his tongue slowly along the heated flesh. Just as he predicted, the former pharaoh let out another delightful yelp.

"Were you surprised that time?"

"Shut up."

The darker yami snickered before he met Yami's lips again in a passionate kiss. However, this one was a little gentler and softer, almost like an apology. Yami met the kiss full-on, eyes closed with pleasure as the two tongues danced together, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

When Yami Marik pulled away, he sat up a minute to observe his prey. The pharaoh seemed to trust him enough to see him vulnerable and helpless like this, something the insane yami would never understand. They both had every right in the world to hate each other, yet here they were, passionately kissing and giving each other pleasure.

Yami blinked open his amethyst eyes. "What's wrong?"

Yami Marik stared at him for another moment before roughly shaking his head. He would NOT develop feeling for this fool. Never.

Yami blinked again before placing a strong had on the other yami's chest. "Marik?" The other yami stared at the hand touching him for a moment before turning back to look at the former pharaoh. A familiar smirk worked its way across his lips before developing into a dark chuckle.

"Aww, is the great pharaoh worried?"

Yami stared for a moment before he narrowed his eyes again. Marik could have sworn he had seen a flash of hurt pass through those beautiful eyes and that unnerved him. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, seeing Yami in pain was not as wonderful as it used to be. It almost hurt him to, something he avoided at all cost.

"Don't be that way, my dear. You know I'm only teasing."

Yami shivered as chills ran down his spine. He loved the change in the other yami's voice when he put emphasis on his words. The tone got darker and foreboding, promising things to come.

"Just shut up and fuck me."

That got another laugh. "Anxious tonight are we?"

Yami glared at him once again and Yami Marik made a sign of retreat with his hand, mockingly of course.

The insane yami then un-buttoned the rest of Yami's shirt, making sure the buttons scratched against the former pharaoh's already sensitive skin. Once he was finished, he removed the jacket with care, the black tank-top joining it. Then, Yami's upper body was bare underneath him, bare and helpless.

Yami Marik didn't give the puzzle spirit time to think for he attacked Yami's chest quickly and without mercy. He started at the area between the neck and shoulder again, mentally grinning when Yami made that same delicious squeak, before trailing down to the two dusky buds on either side of Yami's chest. Taking the right one in his mouth, he gently nipped in, swirling his tongue around in and sucking mercilessly. He used his other hand to tweak and pinch the left, making sure he manipulated it in the right way.

Yami arched his back, panting and moaning. The psycho yami knew just the right way to stimulate his pleasure spots and it drove him wild. He gripped he bed sheets tightly and cried out when Yami Marik switched between the two nipples, engulfing the left in his hot mouth and teasing the right with a skilled hand.

After sometime, both the pink buds were hard and erect, pleasing the dark spirit immensely. He then trailed his tongue down the middle of Yami's chest, down his pale stomach all the way to his naval. Feeling mischievous, he swirled his tongue around the former pharaoh's bellybutton before dipping his tongue deep inside.

Yami was giggling and Yami Marik smirked. The pharaoh's naval was his major ticklish spot and the insane yami took full advantage of it. It was the only way to make Yami laugh after all.

Lifting his head up, he swiped his tongue across his lips, moaning softly as he tasted the puzzle spirit's sweet essence along his lips. Gently wiggling his finger inside Yami's naval, he chuckled as he watched the spirit wiggling around, giggles erupting from his throat.

"S-Stop it! N-No more teasing!" Yami managed to get out before he collapse into a giggle fit again.

Finally deciding to end the pharaoh's suffering, he retreated his hand, reaching up and stroking the wild hair instead.

"Sorry love. You laughter is like a drug to me." The psycho yami chuckled as Yami blushed, hiding his face for a moment before whining.

Yami Marik rose and eyebrow. "What now pharaoh?"

Yami whined again, raising his hips so the other dark could see the bulge in his leather pants. Yami Marik quickly connected the dots and smirked. "You little slut, do you want me to touch you?"

"Yes" Yami said breathlessly, wanting the dull ache to stop.

"Beg for it then."

Yami glared at him. He hated begging. The other yami would always make him beg, making him scream and cry as he kept him dangling over the edge, never letting him fall until he begged.

Swallowing his pride, he withered around before forcing out, "Please."

"Please what?"

Yami cried out in sexual frustration as he felt Yami Marik's warn breath ghosting over the bulge. "Damn it Marik! Touch me!"

Yami Marik was grinning. He loved seeing his pharaoh like his. Gently trailing his fingers to the zipper of Yami's pants. "Touch you where?"

"Down here."

Yami Marik, knowing his little Yami could hold out for a bit longer, touched the spirit's knee. "Here?" he asked, squeezing the kneecap as he spoke. Yami squealed with laughter again and the insane yami blinked. Another ticklish spot? He made a note to explore that later.

"N-No! Right here! Please Marik" he wailed, bucking his hips up desperately. The ache in his pants was becoming painful and he needed Yami Marik…now.

"But Pharaoh, you still haven't told me where you want me to touch you." The darker yami said, feigning innocence.

Yami let out a sound that sounded like a mix between a wail and a sob. "TOUCH MY COCK! PLEASE MARIK! PLEASE!" he cried out, desperation clear in his voice.

Yami Marik nearly came at the pleading his little uke came out with. Smiling almost softly, brought Yami into a bruising kiss, mentally smirking when Yami cried in protest. Breaking apart a few moments later, he expertly un-zipped the leather pants. Pulling them down slowly, he watched as Yami's manhood sprang out instantly, weeping fluid and sporting an unhealthy shade of red.

"My pharaoh. Mine." The insane spirit growled out possessively before grabbing Yami's swollen erection harshly.

"YOURS!" the former pharaoh screamed out, back arched and hips bucking. He knew Yami Marik was possessive of his playthings but he never mentioned it during sex before.

"You're my slut." The tomb keeper said, stroking Yami's erection up and down, making sure to make as much friction as possible.

The puzzle spirit cried out. "Don't s-stop Marik! Please!"

Yami Marik chuckled darkly before leaning over and whispering into Yami's ear, "I have no intention of stopping my pharaoh."

Yami hated himself during sex. Whenever he was under Yami Marik's mercy, he would turn into a pleading, wailing whore. He hated it but accepted it. He knew his tormentor loved it.

The former pharaoh let out an ear-piercing scream when he suddenly felt Yami Marik's hot mouth engulfing his swollen erection. The psycho yami placed both hands on Yami's hips, making sure the pharaoh didn't buck up into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the tip, gently prodding the dripping slit, he chuckled at the moaning and crying and screaming his pharaoh was rewarding him with. Of course, the vibration from the laughter only sent more pleasure pooling in his groin.

However, Yami Marik being his normal torturing self, stopping his wonderful ministrations just short of Yami's release. Said yami screamed out in frustration, whimpering.

"Hush my little pharaoh." The insane yami cooed, stroking Yami's hair soothingly. He knew what Yami wanted, but he didn't want the spirit to release until he was inside of him.

"Please Marik." Yami whimpered. The insane yami smirked before he gently kissed him gently. "Shhh., in due time my uke."

Yami Marik would probably kick his little pharaoh butt if he ever told anyone the psycho had a soft side, but it made Yami feel giddy that he was probably the only one Yami Marik showed it to.

The darker yami gently stroked Yami's cheek before reached around to the dresser for a small tube. Squirting a nice amount of the cold liquid on his fingers, reached down and plunged one finger into the pharaoh's tight opening.

Yami cried out in pain. "M-Marik…" he whimpered.

"Hush my pharaoh, hush." Yami Marik whispered, slowly adding another finger to stretch the tight muscles inside. He shushed Yami's painful cries with soft kisses as he gently added the third and final finger. Soon, Yami's squirming was changed from pain to pleasure as the fingers massaged the inner walls.

A sudden but pleasurable wail escaped his throat as Yami Marik's fingers started rubbing against his prostate. The psycho yami smirked before pushing more firmly against the spot, watching Yami wither and squirm in pleasure, head tossing back and forth.

"M-Mar-rik! Take me…please." The pharaoh said breathlessly.

"As you wish."

Yami screamed out in pleasure as Yami Marik plunged into his opening, hitting his tender spot straight on. The psycho yami's eyes rolled back into his head as Yami's tight opening squeezed his erection.

"Gods pharaoh, you so tight. You haven't been with anyone else, have you?" he asked, angling a sharp thrust right at the pharaoh's prostate.

"No one!" he screeched, back arching off the bed.

"Never?"

"Never ever! Gods Marik please move!"

Yami Marik, although half because his own arousal was burning, started thrusting in and out of Yami's tight warmth, making sure to hit Yami's tender spot each time. Eyes blazing with lust, he grabbed the back of Yami's head and thrust it up to meet his own lips, thrusting his tongue inside the former pharaoh's mouth.

"Say my name." he growled.

Yami whimpered as his prostate was continuously pounded on. "M-Marik." He then screamed when the darker yami bit his neck, enough to make it bleed. The yami was then lapping up the sweet red liquid.

"Try again." He hissed, speeding up his thrusts, going faster and slamming down harder on Yami's sensitive spot.

"Y-ami Marik." He nearly whispered. Yami Marik smiled, speeding up his thrusting while stroking the puzzle spirit's erection. "Again."

Yami whined, still withering like a child, bucking his hips up to get more contact. "Yami Marik…"

Slamming even harder, the pharaoh screamed as the insane yami thrust hard against Yami's prostate and squeezed his erection at the same time. "YAMI MARIK!" he screeched, coming in ropy white fluid. The sound of his pharaoh screaming his name sent Yami Marik right over the edge. With a guttural groan, he filled Yami with his white, hot seed.

Yami finally fell back onto the bed, sweat glittering across his body. His soft panting was starting to die down, but his breath was taken from him as the psycho dark took another kiss from him, this one unusually gentle.

"I guess I'll being leaving you now but you best hurry up and dress, pharaoh. Wouldn't want anyone else to lay eyes on you."

Yami's eyes snapped open and before Yami Marik could even get off the bed, the former pharaoh grabbed his arm. The other dark looked back at him, raising an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Uhm…could you maybe…stay this time?" Yami asked a little weakly, his voice still shaky.

The darker yami looked surprised for a moment before his face broke out into a sly smirk, "So, the pharaoh wants 'after sex' cuddling does he? I never would have known you had fallen so low."

The former pharaoh blushed for a moment before he released Yami Marik's arm and turned away, burying himself in the sheets.

"Forget it. You can leave."

Yami Marik merely shook his head, chuckling at Yami's behavior before he made his way back over to the bed and slipped the covers over his nude form. The amethyst-eyed yami blinked for a moment as the lavender-eyed yami wrapped his tan arms around him before a small smile broke across his face and he snuggled into his warmth.

Yami Marik allowed one small, non-sadistic, smile to grace his lips for a moment as he looked upon the near-sleeping pharaoh in his arms. He very gently brushed some of the blonde bangs from Yami's face before resting his head in the pillow of multi-colored hair.

"Sleep well pharaoh." He could feel the smaller yami smile against his chest before a barely audible 'Goodnight tomb keeper' was heard and Yami Marik brought Yami a little closer.

He could be gentle this once. Just this once.