**WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M! READ ONLY IF YOU'RE MATURE ENOUGH TO HANDLE IT!**
Very important AN...PLEASE READ!: In this chapter we are introduced to Yami Marik. He is sort of like Marik's yami in a way. Basically, he is the darkness that was inside Marik that took over him and Malik in Battle City. Just think of Bakura and Zorc cause its pretty much the same thing xD Most of YM was banished but some of him still lived inside Marik since Marik is no longer sharing a body with his hikari anymore. It will be explained better by the characters in furture chapters ;) I think someone else had an idea like this and I want to thank them cause I got some ideas from it :) So thank you...whoever you are xD
~Reveiwers~
-BriAnon: You'll find out in this chapter ;)
-Kanji of love: I know! Most of the Conspireshipping fics have either been abandoned or finished or are one-shots. I really love this pairing and though 'What the heck?' and made it fit into this plot :) I'm glad you like the story too.
-RandomRockerGrl: Don't worry, 'Kura will come back...eventually xD
Warnings: Lemon, Rape
Regular Talking: Words
Yami Marik talking in Marik's head: Words
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh...:(
That's it, that's just how I want you…weak and broken…
Marik couldn't help but whimper softly as the same pale hand shot out of the darkness and woke him from his sleep and started to rub against the burnt skin of his stomach in soft and slow caresses.
"Aww, I'm sorry Marik. Is it a little sensitive there?" the dark figure asked, smirking as he realized how close he was to breaking the younger yami that was below him.
Suffering lilac eyes slowly opened and then closed as the tanned yami felt searing pain shoot through his body from his back, the burnt skin and overly sensitive scars brushing painfully against the material of the bed he was on.
"Well I hate to break it to you but…there is much more to come." The older immortal said sharply before he began to unbuckle the belt that held the kaki pants up on Marik's hips.
"W-What are you…"
"Hush my little darkness. If you stay silent, I'll be gentle…"
Marik's eyes widened as he felt the shackles that were holding down his now quivering legs un-lock and the pants that he had on were being pulled down to his ankles and then off his body completely.
**This is where the M-Rated writing starts. Read at your own risk**
"Hmmm…no underwear? You are a naughty little thing, aren't you?" the figure said in dark playfulness before he moved the younger immortal's legs back into their stretched position and chained them back up. Then, letting his hand drift up slowly, the pale hand wrapped around the tanned yami's limp member and started to stroke it very slowly.
Marik screeched and started to squirm, his strength suddenly coming back to him as the knowledge of what was going to happen started to pound in his mind. "NO! Get off me! Get off me!"
"Oooo, so my victim finally decided to fight back, eh?"
The lilac-eyed yami cried out, disgusted as he felt himself slowly began to get hard under the slow and soft stroking of his tormentor's hand. He let his head fall back and whined when he felt his hips start to buck up into the hand involuntarily. He was enjoying this…
The figure seemed to see this too and chuckled cruelly as he watched Marik's face flush slightly, small pants now coming from his mouth. "That's right Marik; savor this feeling now…"
The tanned yami's breath hitched sharply as he felt his tormentor's thumb scratch mercilessly at his sensitive, dripping slit while simultaneously letting his finger rub the tender spot right below the head of his erection. "Ngh…oh Ra…" he whimpered, his whole body arching up to get more of the delicious friction.
The older immortal smirked evilly as he watched a drop of pre-cum fall from the swollen erection. Knowing that his victim was on the edge, he squeezed the base of Marik's manhood gently and succeeded in cutting off the tanned yami's orgasm.
Marik screeched as he was denied his sweet release and squirmed frantically beneath his captor.
"Oh don't worry my little Marik; I'll give you what you're looking for." The figure said coolly before digging those sharp nails into the sensitive organ and dragging them up to the very top before scratching hard on the tender slit.
The lilac-eyed yami screamed loudly as the intense pain brought him to an agonizing release, milky fluid shooting out his shrinking member mixed with blood. The older immortal chuckled sadistically, letting one hand occupy itself with stroking the blonde hair while the other caressed his burnt stomach lightly.
"Now for the fun part…"
Marik screamed.
In truth, Bakura really had no idea where he was going to start looking for his lost friend. He had gone to the deepest and most deserted part of Domino, hoping that maybe his acute instincts could lead him somewhere…
"Marik…what did you do this time?" he murmured to himself, looking up and down the darkened streets. He continued to walk until he found himself facing a brick wall.
"Dead end…" he said in aggravation. How was he supposed to find Marik in a place like this? How did he even know that Marik was here? He could have been shipped out city by now, trapped in a place far away from here and here he was, wandering around like an idiot. He growled in annoyance and turned back, walking back towards Ryou's apartment…
…until he heard a very familiar scream.
Whipping his head around, he looked behind him. "Marik?"
Marik continued to scream and scream as he felt his tormentor thrust in and out of his hard and fast, showing now mercy or sign of stopping. He tried to squirm away but each time his body moved, it caused the figure's member to slam right into his prostate, causing him unwanted pleasure.
"Give in Marik! Give in!" the older immortal shouted, slamming down as hard and fast as he could go. Each time one of those brutal thrusts slammed into Marik's sweet spot, the tanned yami's back would arch and another orgasm would painfully course through him.
"Say it…say it…" the figure taunted, now full out abusing the lilac-eyed immortal's prostate with no mercy. Each thrust was now perfectly aimed for the sensitive spot deep within his victim, hitting it hard and fast.
Marik continued to wail and scream as he was put through orgasm after painful orgasm. Each time he was forced to release, blood mixed with seamen shot out of his member, coating his tormentor. He would cry out as his limp organ would become hard instantly and then shoot out more of his fluid, the process becoming more agonizingly painful with each orgasm.
"Hmm, I really don't think you're screaming enough…" the figure said before he stopped thrusting for a moment. That all-to-familiar scratching sound reached the tanned immortal's ears and he felt ashamed as tears started to flow from his eyes, his brain dreading what was going to happen next.
"Maybe this will get you to scream louder…" his tormentor said before the torturing energy attached itself to Marik's half-hard erecting, its electrical sparks covering the whole thing in an agonizing wave.
His screams did get louder. They got so loud that they went silent for a moment before starting up again. His head was thrashing back and forth, trying so desperately to rid the pain from his body.
"That's it…those are the screams I wanted to hear…" the older immortal said in evil glee as he once again started to thrust in and out, hitting Marik's prostate with deadly accuracy.
**You can read now if you skipped the M-Rated scene**
The pain was just too much that the youngest yami did the only thing he could think of; he fainted and retreated to his soulroom.
Bakura continued to look around him, wincing when he heard Marik's pain-filled screams echo off of the walls. He had finally found the building he thought his friend was in and was walking through it cautiously, not wanting to walk into a trap.
"Just hang on Marik; I'll get you out of here…"
Marik opened his eyes slowly. Once he saw that the room he was in was a little lighter than the one he had been in for Ra knows how long, he opened his lilac orbs fully. Sitting up slowly so he minded his wounds, he sighed in relief when he saw he was in his soulroom, safe from that horrid man.
"No one can harm me here…" he said softly.
"Oh, that's where you are wrong, my weaker self…"
The youngest yami's head shot up. He had only heard that voice once before and it was right before Battle City. It sounded awfully familiar to…
"I see you remember me; how sweet." The darker voice said mockingly, chuckling sadistically after it finished speaking.
Marik glared all around him, backing himself up against the wall. "Go away, you demon. I'm in control of you now!"
"You're so naive…you never had control. You may have been able to push me back but I've always been here, ready for the right time to pounce…I believe now is the right time."
The tanned yami tried to calm himself down, not wanting to give this creature any satisfaction of knowing he was afraid. "You won't take over me again…I won't allow it…I won't let you harm anyone again!"
"That's where you're wrong, you fool."
With those words being spoken, golden chains suddenly shot out of the ground and wrapped tightly around Marik's waist. Said yami cried out in surprise and immediately tried to break free of the restraint. However, four more chains shot up and caught his wrists and ankles in their grip, slamming him against the wall and stretching him taunt and helpless.
"There we go…all tied up and incapacitated…"
Marik quickly began to struggle, pulling at the strong chains with all his might. "Even if you do take control, you're too weak to do anything! Malik's hate and anger is gone now!" he shouted, glaring at the ceiling.
"That may be true, but I figure that if I kill that pathetic hikari of mine, I can take over his body again and then I won't need any power to survive."
Lilac eyes widened before narrowing dangerously. "I swear to Ra that if you touch one hair on Malik's head, I'll…"
"You'll do what? With you trapped here, I can do whatever I want again…just like at Battle City…"
Marik growled angrily and opened his mouth to retort against his darkness but yelped as one of the chains wrapped around his mouth, shuting him up instantly.
"That's better. Now if you'll excuse me…I have a body to take over again and a hikari to kill."
Marik could only whimper helplessly as he watched his soulroom becomes completely dark. He felt himself lose control of his body and fell back against his restraints in defeat.
He finally allowed himself to let go, blissful sleep quickly taking him over.
He had finally given up.
The dark immortal had finally stopped tormenting his victim when he saw the youngest yami had passed out. He was ready to try and wake him up again but stopped as he watched as the tanned forehead began to glow. He grinned as the Eye of Wdjat slowly formed, shining brilliantly.
"Welcome back, Yami Marik. I trust you have done away with that pathetic other side of yours."
Empty lavender eyes opened before a smirked formed on the tanned demon's face. "Don't worry about him; he won't be bothering us anymore."
The older immortal chuckled darkly. "Very good. Now, it's time to talk about our plan…"
"I'm listening…"
Bakura had begun running when he no longer heard Marik's screams. It either meant that the tanned yami had broken free or…
He shook that thought out of his head quickly. There was no possible way Marik was gone. He was too strong to let anything kill him…or so he hoped.
The thief continued to wander around the clearly abandoned building, checking every door cautiously to make sure his fellow yami wasn't there. He was about ready to turn a leave when he saw one last door at the end of the hallway. Narrowing his eyes, he swiftly made his way to it and turned the knob swiftly. He was going to make his way in to see if Marik was there but stopped himself…
He would recognize those soulless eyes anywhere.
"D-Dartz?"
The Atlantian turned to face the thief and a cruel smirk played on his lips. "Hello there, Bakura. I wasn't expecting you to come."
The tomb robber growled. "Where is Marik?"
Dartz mocked an expression of complete innocence. "Marik? There's no Marik here…"
"But I'm here."
Bakura froze as a terrifyingly familiar voice sounded behind him. Turning around, he was faced with Marik's face. He backed up slowly, only to see the green-haired immortal effectively block him off from running, a sick smile on his face. Turning back to 'Marik,' he could only stare before speaking.
"Marik?"
Yami Marik chuckled evilly. "Close, but not quite." He said before backhanding the thief across the face. Bakura was completely un-prepared for this attack and his only reaction was his eyes widening before he went flying to the side, his head slamming against the wall, effectively knocking him out.
Both the Atlantian and blonde demon stood above him, matching smirks on their faces. "Shall I torture him as well?"
Yami Marik thought for a second before answering. "No, I have a different plan for our dear thief…"
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