[ AN; This is a collab between me and Saz. .net/~BurningInTheDark - That is her fanfic account. This is my first time doing a collab, so let me know how it is, ya? Anyway, this fanfic is going to be dark, depressing, horrific, perhaps funny, and perhaps perverted to some people. If you do not like this, do not read it. Pairings include MarikxRyou, and MarikxRyouxBakuraxYamiMarik. You'll understand when we get to that point. Anyway, please enjoy. ]
The sound of crying could be heard all around them, never ceasing. Ryou had deemed that place as hell, seeing as no other word fit it as well as that one did. Days went by one by one, sometimes in the blink of the eye, others it felt more like years went by.
Hearing a door open, Ryou slowly raised his head, seeing one of the wardens coming in. Groaning, he glanced over to the bed that held his one and only friend, the sole reason he didn't end his miserable life. That friend happened to be an Egyptian boy that went by the name Marik. In any other circumstances, the two would have never met, Ryou being from England, and Marik being from Egypt. . . however, the two of them had both been sold by their parents a few years back at the tender ages of eleven to some slave holders. That had been the worst day of Ryou's life.
After that, they had met, and somehow managed to keep from being split up, as well as endured the hell they went through. A few times one of them had been sold to some pervert, but due to their tendencies to be uncooperative, they were always returned.
Feeling a hand grip his arm, Ryou was shaken from his thoughts, and slowly raised his head to see the perverted man grinning down at him. "There are potential customers are coming in today, I want you and your friend to be on your best behavior, got that? I might just be gentle with you tonight if you are. "Breathing out, Ryou gave a small nod, his body shaking in disgust and fear. "Y-Yes sir..." Glancing over at Marik, he had a strange feeling in his gut that today would change their current situation. Though he wasn't sure if it was going to be for the better, or worst.
He awoke to the sound of a door opening and a familiar voice, talking to his friend, telling them to be good, the usual lecture. Marik felt like snorting, but to alert the pervert to the fact he was actually awake would've been one of the worst ideas right now. Once he heard the man leave he got rose from the bed and looked at his friend.
"Well... isn't that a lovely compromise? I don't if I'd rather be at the mercy of that pervert, or one of the ones that's going to come through the door next." Marik asked a rhetorical question.
Marik sighed and looked at Ryou; his white hair was tangled and he looked a mess. He sighed, knowing they would have to clean up before the 'potential customers' arrived, not wanting to anger their warden he stretched out his stiff body, hearing a few pops of air releasing from his joints.
"What do you think these ones will be like? Old and wanting previews again?" He asked, a shudder ripping through him and flashbacks raced through his mind. "I hope not... I guess we better get ready then eh?" He stated, actually hoping they weren't as old and perverted as the last.
Pulling himself out of bed, Ryou gave a small nod, hoping the same thing that Marik had said. "Y-Yeah... I still have nightmares from last time... those men were sick." Crawling onto Marik's bed, he nuzzled up to him. "I wish we could just run away, get away from this place... but last time we tried... it went horridly." Closing his eyes for a moment, the British boy let out a slow exhale.
"I guess we should go take a shower... I am still... dirty from last night." Staring down at his slender body, he wrapped his arms around himself. "I hate being so dirty... I still feel dirty after a hot shower." Getting tears in his eyes, he put his hands in his face. "I hate it Marik, I hate it all. I just want to die."
He wound his arms around the English boy, noticing the difference between the dark tanned skin and the pale white skin. He pet Ryou's hair, knowing this was a very common occurrence. "I wish I could run away too... but I don't want more scars on my body…" He admitted, stroking the boys back.
"Well we could stay filthy and covered in... unmentionable dirt or we can go scrub each other raw" He suggested. "I rather feel a little cleaner under scalding hot water than stay in this mess... and I believe most people here want to, it just really depends on how strong we are" He said pulling the boy closer to his chest.
"I know most people here want to die, but I promise you things will get better..." He lied, wishing that it was the truth.
Nodding, he wiped his eyes, giving a small smile. Inside, he knew that things most likely wouldn't get better, but his naive side always led him to believe Marik's words.
Letting a sigh out, he pushed himself from the bed, then helped the Egyptian boy to his feet. "At least we have each other... you know, if you weren't here, I would have taken my life ages ago. We've both been here for five years... in fact... my birthday is tomorrow." Shaking his head, he stared down. "I'll be 16... What is the term the American's use, Sweet sixteen?"
Slowly heading for the shower, he tried to ignore the pain he was in. Even if countless men had taken him, it still tended to hurt. Most of the men were rough, and enjoyed making him scream in pain.
He followed his friend to the shower, watching as the boy limped. "Well... I'll try and make sure it's somewhat okay..." He murmured.
As they entered the bathroom, Marik went behind Ryou and hugged him, trying to comfort his best friend. "I guess it wouldn't do us well to misbehave in-front of potential customers... though I am always tempted..." He stated as a smirk played across his features.
Leaning against Marik, Ryou reached over and turned on the hot water. "Yeah... sometimes I just want to scream and cry, and hit them... but I never do... I always tense up and go quiet... which never helps me out, seeing as they find me 'adorable'. I mean... am I really adorable?"
Tilting his head, he sighed when the water began to fall down upon them. It was scolding hot, but Ryou didn't seem to mind. "I just hope it is at least someone yummy to look at this time... those old men... just make me sick."
"Why you're utterly delectable... and unfortunately I am not the only one who sees that..." Marik purred. He enjoyed the feeling of his friend close to him, and the hot water feeling as if it washed the dirt away.
"Mhm... I love the feel of hot water dripping down my skin; at least I can believe I am washing the dirt away..." He sighed, thinking about all the people who had touched him recently. Marik didn't want the slideshow of men going through his mind as he had his peaceful time in the shower, but his brain refused to give him peace.
"I believe those old men make everyone sick... except for our owner... who couldn't care less what they looked and smelt like..." Marik trailed off.
Sighing, Ryou grabbed the soap that actually smelled quite good. "Mm... I know... they are all disgusting... and usually don't even want to buy sex slaves... they just... want to get a free fuck." Breathing out, he shook his head slightly.
"We best hurry with the shower, or the warden might get angry with us again... I don't want to be separated from you again..." Nuzzling his friend that he actually had feelings for, he closed his eyes. "Do you think things will ever get better?"
"Well it's not really free now is it... they pay a fair bit depending on who they want to fuck..." Marik grabbed the soap and lathered himself up, when finished gave it back to Ryou.
"Hmm... I want to hope so, but it's rather fleeting... wishful thinking on our parts to be honest..." He sighed heavily, knowing the truth in his words. Wishing he could just lie to his friend, and believe his own lie that everything gets better in the end. He smirked as a wicked idea crossed his mind, he looked to Ryou and gave him a quick bite on the neck before standing under the pressurized water, rinsing the soap and gunk off of him.
Nodding, Ryou was lost in thought up until Marik gently bit his neck. Squeaking, he jumped slightly, his face turning red as if he had a fever. "W-What was that for? Y-You've never done anything like that before."
Slightly wondering if his friend held the same feelings for him, Ryou's heart started to race slightly at the thoughts. Taking the soap, he began to wash himself off, being careful of the cuts and bruises on his body.
"Because... I felt like it... and as I said before, you look delectable... and that doesn't change when you're dripping wet..." He chuckled softly, looking at his friend's red face; wishing he could tell his friend, that he liked him more than a friend; but that could cause complications, and he didn't want that.
He looked at his friend's cuts and bruises, then looking down at his own; he noticed there were fewer donning his skin than his friends. "We probably should clean those cuts... don't want them to get infected..." He whispered the last bit.
Nodding, Ryou finished washing himself, and then grabbed the shampoo. "I'll get the first aid kit once we are out of the shower. We need to get as clean as possible, or master might get angry." Sighing, he put a good amount of shampoo in his hand, he then handed the bottle to his friend.
"I am so tired of all of this... I think I'd rather be bought along with you then stay here and be subjected to a different man each night..." Hearing the loud shouts of the warden, he tensed up. "He's getting impatient... the customers must be important this time."
"Okay... well we better be quick" He added hastily, grabbing the bottle and pouring a decent amount into his hand. Lathering up his hair, he made sure to get most of it with the sweet smelling shampoo.
"I have to agree... I wish they'd stop trying to separate us... and you know you can always come sleep in my bed if you don't want to sleep alone after that, I understand how you feel" He stated, rinsing the shampoo off of his hair and stepping out of the shower once it was all gone.
"Hurry up; I want to clean your wounds and my own…" Marik Urged.
Nodding, Ryou washed his own hair quickly, making sure to get any of the blood and other... fluids out of it. Sighing, he rinsed it out, then shut the water off. Grabbing two towels, he handed one to Marik.
"Thanks... I might take you up on that offer... It'd be nice to feel some comfort after what those men tend to do. Sometimes I wonder if my body is going to last. Isn't there nasty diseases one can get?" Frowning more, he dried himself off slowly, not wanting to make his wounds hurt anymore.
Tossing the used towel aside, he grabbed the first aid kit, and sat down on one of the cleaner beds.
He grabbed the towel gratefully, wiping his body off, before drying off his hair as best he could. He threw the used towel on top of the other before going to sit near Ryou, pulling the first aid kit closer. "Yes there's quite a few disease...s you can get, but most of them can be cured..." He trailed off, not mentioning the others.
Cupping Ryou's face gently, he turned his head to the side, cleaning the wound on his face. Then tending to Ryou's other wounds, before cleaning his. "Well... I guess it's time to face, Master..." He suppressed a shudder, he would never like his master.
He stood up and held a hand out to Ryou, offering.
