Hi everyone. Rogue back again with new stuff. I'm really gettig into writing again, so the ideas keep flowing, but I still sometimes get held up. Forexample, I've written quite a bit of 'Helpless', but only later events and getting from the last chapter I uploaded here to that next bit it annoying me. I'm hoping for ispiration soon. Also, my stupid laptop 'n' key isn't working propertly, so it's taking ages to type because I have to keep going back and filling in all the n's!!

Anyway, this fic was inspired by another fic I read, not fanfiction, but rather an original fiction. I've only used the idea. I have not plagarised any of the story at all.

Warnings! This fic is rate M for a reason. There is non-con sex between two men. YAOI!! If you don't like, don't read. I feel like I'm taking a risk putting this one up, although this first chapter is tame. PLEASE! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE YAOI OR THE IDEA OF NON-CON.

Marik x Yami. This is only a two shot.

I don't own YUGIOH.

Onwards!

Part 1

Yami had been coerced into going with his brother Yugi and their friends to the night club. They said he needed to get out more. He was a fourth year college student who spent too much time with his studies, although his straight A's were a good indication of this. Yami insisted it was because he studied so hard all the time that he obtained these grades, but Yugi, a first year student, knew otherwise. His brother was simply a genius.

So, dressed in simple black leather trousers, a black vest and several accessories including his favoured black leather neck belt, he stoically followed the directions given to him in his beaten up old Ford Focus. He was not going to drink. Yami didn't drink. And it meant he was the designated driver if when he decided he would leave the others wanted to come with. But, he had a feeling, not being used to all this, that he would be outlasted in no time.

The club was already in full swing by the time he got there. His brother and friends had elected to go at opening time due to the cheaper drinks tariff. Yami had declined saying he would get there later as he still had some things to do before going out. He paid the cashier at the door the money to enter, an exorbitant amount of money he thought for what would probably be a very boring few hours for him, but he had promised Yugi he would come out and he never broke a promise to his brother.

He found Yugi and the others with relative ease. Yugi and Yami's unique spiky hair gave them both away in a crowd, even in a light strobing atmosphere such as this. The gang cheered him when he got there making him smile with embarrassment. Thy evidently didn't think he'd pitch up. They clinked their respective glasses together and shoved a cola in his hands. They toasted his freedom from his books for the night, then, someone close by dropped their bottle of beer and they toasted that too.

As the night wore on, the gang and Yugi decided they'd had enough alcohol to not care what they all looked like dancing and dragged Yami to go with them. Yami protested profusely and decided to watch their antics from the safety of the wall.

What Yami didn't realise was that he was being watched. From the moment he'd walked into the club and looked for his friends to that very moment, lavender eyes watched him under wild blonde locks, instant lust growing for the small but fiery looking sex object. The predator was biding his time, waiting for the opportune time to approach such an exquisite creature, and when he broke away from the bunch, the blonde knew his time had come.

Yami watched with some amusement as his friends danced madly on the floor grabbing other people to get them to join them, when he felt like he was being watched. No sooner had he broken his gaze from the small group to survey the larger crowd than he noticed a tall man walking towards him with purpose. He shifted uncomfortably when the man stopped next to him and leaned on the same wall casually.

'Hi. Can I get you a drink?' the man asked.

Yami looked the man over. With the lights of the club constantly changing colours, it was almost impossible to tell what colour the man's hair was, but the overall look was impressive. He stood almost head and shoulders above Yami and his eyes and skin were foreign. He looked no older than Yami, possibly just by a year.

'No thank you, I'm fine with this one.' He was still on his first and only cola.

The other smiled down at him. 'That's okay. Have to begin the conversation somehow.' He laughed. 'At least I didn't resort to some sleazy pick up line like 'what's a hot thing like you doing in a dump like this?'.'

Yami wasn't surprised that he was being chat up. He'd had many a man approach him, many women too. He didn't have a preference when it came to sex, in fact, he'd never had sex. He was too busy and he always politely declined any advances. It was a surprise when even his younger brother announced to him he was no longer a virgin. He had been relieved when he was told it was with his best friend Anzu and not just some random person.

Yami acknowledged the comment with a sip of his drink. No doubt the man was good looking, but Yami just wasn't interested in starting a relationship, and he certainly wasn't looking for a one night stand. They both stood in silence watching the dancing crowd.

'Is that a relative of yours?' the man asked pointing towards Yugi.

Yami nodded. 'My brother. He convinced me to come out tonight. It's not my thing, but I haven't seen him in a few months and wanted to spend some time with him.' He waved at Yugi who waved back enthusiastically and winked at him, obviously approving that Yami was getting some 'action'.

'So why are you standing here while they're dancing over there?'

Yami laughed. He took another gulp of his drink not answering.

'Are you sure I can't get you another?'

'No thank you, really.'

'Do you want to dance?' the man persisted.

'Look,' Yami began, preparing to nip this guy's actions in the butt. He turned to look up at the taller male. 'I'm really not looking for anything with anyone at the moment. I don't want a drink, I don't want to dance, and you don't even know my name.'

The man grinned, not at all fazed by the rebuke. 'Ok then.' There was another silence between the two of them for a few moments, then: 'So what is your name?'

Yami sighed. 'It's Yami. My name is Yami.' The man was looking at him with expectant silence. 'And yours would be…?'

As the other answered, an even louder thumping song began and everyone on the dance floor cheered and began jumping up and down to the beat. The man shouted his name again, but Yami simply couldn't hear him. He mimed this to him and to his surprise, the man took a hold of his shoulders and leaned in close enough for Yami to feel his breath on his face. He thought the taller man intended to kiss him, and he was just about to retaliate when the face veered off to his right ear.

'My name is Marik,' the blonde said in his ear, but something about the way he said it and the feel of his teasing breath made a chill run up and down Yami's spine. He did not have a good feeling about the man at all and over the years, Yami had learned to trust his first instinct.

When Marik leaned back and let go of his shoulders, Yami took the last gulp of his drink and set it down on an empty surface. 'It's nice to meet you,' he shouted. 'Now, if you don't mind, this cola has gone straight through me.'

Yami turned away from Marik searching out Yugi. He managed to catch his brother's eye and motioned that he was going off to the toilet. With a knowing nod, Yugi acknowledged this and carried on dancing.

Ignoring Marik, Yami walked past him and made his way through the crowd to the men's room closest to where he had been standing. Once inside, the music died away to a dull thumping and Yami felt like his ears were about to burst. But, shaking it off, he went into one of the cubicles to do what he intended to do. He had never been comfortable with using the urinals and always chose to do this privately even though curretly, there was no one in the bathroom.

After flushing the toilet, he opened the door to the cubicle and nearly had a heart attack when he saw Marik standing right in front of the door. 'Marik? Why are you standing there?'

The blonde grinned, and now Yami could see he had sandy blonde hair. 'I was waiting for you.'

'Why?' Yami enquired stepping sideways to get round the larger man so he could wash his hands.

Marik came up right behind him while his hands were under the tap. 'I wanted to talk to you some more.'

Yami switched off the taps and turned round to dry his hands, slightly disturbed that this man would not take even the most obvious hint, but Marik was in the way again. 'Marik, please move,' Yami whined. 'I hate having wet hands.'

Marik nodded once and stepped aside allowing Yami to head over to the air dryer. Yami rubbed his hands under the hot blowing air to dry them off and stiffened when he felt Marik's arms wind around his waist and was nuzzled. He quickly spun round out of Marik's grip. 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' he snapped. 'I told you I'm not interested. Leave me alone.'

Marik chuckled. 'I think you're feisty and sexy and I love it when they play hard to get.' He stepped forwards and herded Yami into a corner against a wall and a locked 'out of service' cubicle door.

Yami's back hit the wall and he felt trapped. 'Marik, I am asking you to stop harassing me. I do not want to cuddle you or anything of that nature.'

Marik leaned forwards again. 'Mmm, go on.'

Yami was flabbergasted by this behaviour. 'I…uh…don't…'

Marik leaned forward some more, their lips mere hairs breaths away. 'Yes…?'

Yami found his composure and put his hands on Marik's chest and shoved him away. 'I said leave me alone!' he said harshly.

Marik evidently didn't like the way Yami had pushed him and his face contorted into one of annoyance. He reached out and grabbed Yami's shoulders and shoved him hard into the tiled wall. Yami's breath was knocked out of him. 'I don't like it when I get turned down!' he growled and quickly used Yami's dazed state to press his lips hard against the other's.

Just then, the bathroom door opened and several men walked in causing Marik to jump away from Yami like he was scorching hot. He glared at the smaller man and stalked out of the now crowded bathroom leaving Yami to catch his breath.

When Marik had left, Yami stood upright from where he had been scrunching away and straightened his vest and ran his fingers through his unruly hair. A few of the other men asked him if he was okay. He nodded and smiled pleasantly before hastily exiting the bathroom, the thumping music filling his ears once more.

He half expected Marik to be waiting for him outside, but when he couldn't immediately see him, he headed back over to where he had last seen Yugi and the others. They were still there, and so was his space against the wall. Breathing a sigh of relief, he realised he'd had a close call in the bathroom and hoped the ordeal was over.

Yugi bounded over to him briefly. 'So, that guy was cute.'

'I'm not interested, Yugi, you know that. There'll be plenty of time when I get my degree. I told him to take a hike, but he kept on bugging me.' He decided not to tell Yugi about the bathroom incident. 'But he's gone now.'

Yugi tutted. 'Okay, as you please. I'm going back to dance.'

Yami nodded and watched his brother squirm through the crowd again. He was suddenly thirsty and decided to get himself another cola, which he did, and returned to his spot again. He was half way through it when he saw Marik heading his way again and his heart dropped. A quick look at his friends and he thankfully saw Yugi looking at him again. Yugi could read his eyes and he knew his brother got his anxious look. Yugi frowned and whispered something in his friend's ear.

Marik reached Yami and slammed his palms against the wall either side of the smaller male's head causing him to jump slightly. 'We have some unfinished business, runt!'

'Hey man,' a voice behind him said. Marik turned to see a yellow blonde man looking at him with a frown on his face. 'Whatcha think you're doin'?'

The boy was as tall and as built as he was, maybe even more so, and no doubt he would give him a good fight. 'None of your business,' Marik growled.

'I think it is my business, you talkin' to my pal here, who clearly don't wanna be spoken to in that manner. That most definitely is my business. I believe he told ya to get lost.'

Marik snarled deep in his throat. The other blonde had back up in the form of another tall guy with weird shaped brown hair. The other was currently prepping his fists for a punch up. He turned to Yami. 'This isn't over, Yami.' He smirked evilly. 'I guarantee, by the end of the night, I will have you.'

Yami frowned as he watched the clearly outnumbered Marik walk off and head towards the exit. He breathed a sign of relief and smiled warmly at the other blonde. 'Thanks, Joey. Tristan.'

The blonde winked. 'Ah, no problem, Yami.'

The brunette rubbed the back of his neck. 'Anything for a friend.'

Yugi, who had been keeping clear in case the impending fight began, he would get Yami out of there, grabbed his brother. 'See, the guys can't keep their mitts off you!' he laughed.

Yami laughed with him, quickly forgetting the danger he'd been in and let his brother and friends drag him to the dance floor. He quickly got into the swing of things and for a further two hours, he remained at the club laughing and joking.

By midnight, however, the dancing and warmth within the club began to get to him. 'Does anyone want a ride?' he asked the group.

'Nah,' Tristan said. 'We're going to get a cab back.'

'Do you have to go so soon?' Yugi asked, clearly disappointed.

'Yes, but don't worry. I had fun, really I did, well, except for that jerk, whathisname, but I'd like to definitely come out again!'

Yugi beamed. 'Cool! Well, drive safe and see you at the dorm later.'

Bidding the rest of the group farewell, he left the club and headed back to his car. He'd had to park in a car park complex and as he paid for his exit, a figure loomed behind him. He took his ticket and turned, once again bumping into the hard body that was Marik. He gasped just as Marik slammed a fist into his stomach and he doubled over in pain. Marik's knee came up to meet his descending face and then there was nothing but blackness.

I have to say I really think this is some of my better writing. Thoughts? Comments? Second part to follow soon.