0.0 So. Many. Scene. Changes. *twitch*

Fair warning, I do have some minor rape in this chapter, but I hope it isn't anything too bad.

\Marik to Malik\

/Malik to Marik/

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Marik stood in front of a white door decorated with a dark purple eye. He laughed, thinking he had completed the labyrinth. "That wasn't hard at all! Marik didn't even have to turn!" Just as he wrapped his hand around the door knob, the metal turned scorching hot and the yami yanked his hand away, waving it in the air. "What the hell?"

While he blew against his hurt hand, trying to cool the burned skin, Marik glared at the door. Why didn't it open? Reaching out his other hand, he gripped the knob and twisted. The man yelped as his hand sizzled and pulled away, looking down at his two burnt hands before going back to glaring at the door.

"Honestly…" Marik growled as Eboni's voice came from somewhere overhead. "If you haven't figured it out by now, I might as well tell you. You aren't getting into that room, it isn't Malik's! It's Yugi's!"

"Marik is going to find Malik-pretty! And then Eboni is going to die!"

There was a small cluck of a tongue, before Sheut started talking. "Then you had better quicken your pace, Marik. We can see the effect the shadows are having, and believe us, it does not bode well."

The man huffed, and turned to storm back down the hall. His hands were hurting like a bitch, this maze was giving him a headache, and to top it all off his mind link was still being blocked and he couldn't break through it. He clenched his teeth and glared at nothing. "Don't worry, Marik won't let anyone hurt hikari-pretty ever again."

Marik broke out into a run, not even noticing when he reached a fork, but just continuing down the path to the right. Just as he realized he had no idea where he was going, someone appeared out of nowhere and Marik slammed straight into them, sending him to the floor. The yami looked up, meeting the eyes of a familiar, scowling albino.

He cackled, standing up slowly before smiling at Bakura. "Marik didn't mean to run into Bakura."

The other rolled his eyes, though he looked Marik up and down first. He narrowed his eyes and his frown deepened, but instead of mentioning the obviously off-kilter yami, Bakura pointed a thumb over his shoulder. "Malik's hallway is down there." There was a small wince when he lowered his arms, and Marik noticed the cuts that ran up and down them.

Marik was about to mention them, but the albino just shoved his hands in pockets and continued walking. The man blinked before turning back around to face the direction of his hikari's room. His grin returning, Marik started running again, only to fall face first as he tripped over a wire strung between the walls.

He frowned and stood up, narrowing his eyes at the cord that had caught on his foot. Stiffening as he realized what it was, Marik looked up and down the hallway, ready to sprint at the first sign of danger. Nothing happened for a few minutes and the man gradually relaxed. He took a step forward and that's when the walls began to close in.

The walls inched together, it wouldn't be long until Marik couldn't move. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing an open area a few feet behind him. But if he went for that safety, Marik doubted that the walls would open up again. He'd be separated from Malik. Facing front again, the yami jerked into a run. Marik couldn't see the end of the hallway, but he kept going, not willing to give up. The walls brushed his shoulders and he turned to the side, shuffling along and ignoring the small ball of panic that was filling his stomach like a dead weight.

Just as the sides squeezed his chest and back together, he burst through to an open hallway, falling forward into the sudden open space. The man turned around to watch the walls close together, leaving him no way to return.

Marik huffed, confident he'd find another path, and stood up, brushing himself off. He turned around, ready to move forward again, and blinked at the sight of a giant bull standing in front of him.

Enraged Battle Ox grunted and lowered its head, scraping a hoof against the floor. Smirking lightly, Marik looked up to the ceiling as he crossed his arms. "This is all Eboni has? Marik is not impressed."

The ox roared, before charging straight toward his opponent. The yami watched it approach with a bored expression before taking a single step to the side as the duel monster ran past him, ramming into the newly formed wall before it could stop. Marik cackled as it flailed, watching as the ox pressed its hands against the wall to try and pull its horns from the wall.e MMaMMaaeikrw f

He turned and started down the hall, thinking that he wouldn't have a problem with Enraged Battle Ox any longer. There was a loud tearing sound and Marik looked over his shoulder to see the ox stampeding towards him, a jagged piece of wall clinging to each horn. The yami waved a hand through the air, summoning the shadows. "Viser Des!"

As the morbid torture device appeared, Marik fell to his knees, staring at the floor with wide eyes at the searing pain running through his body. Struggling to stand, and allowing himself to lean against the wall for support, the yami narrowed his eyes at his monster. Viser Des was a weird assortment of bolts and screws, and electricity jumped and cracked around the metal, but that wasn't what set Marik off. No, what was wrong was that the edges of his monster were blurred, like he hadn't been able to fully summon it.

Another shot of pain had him ignoring this fact, and he groaned in his fight to stay upright. "Attack Enraged Battle Ox." His eyes flickered with shadows, and the man smirked.

Viser Des latched onto the enemy monster's head, securing itself tightly before sending jolt after jolt of voltage through the Battle Ox. The monster shattered with a roar and Marik dismissed the shadows, panting lightly.

He swallowed against the bile he could feel rising in his throat, shaking his head to clear. The man moved away from the wall and turned around, once again walking towards his hikari. "Marik is coming Malik-pretty."

Suddenly, his mind link opened and he jerked to a halt, a speck of hope bubbling up inside him. \Malik-pretty?\

A rush of pleasure came across the link, and Marik smirked, straightening at the fact that his hikari was happy enough to hear from him that he shared such an emotion. But the desire kept coming and increasing, and the man groaned. He felt hot, too hot, and the yami frowned as he tried to separate his feelings from Malik's.

/Ma-Marik!/

The pleasure exploded in a final wave and Marik blinked at the realization of what had just happened. \Malik-pretty? Did you just-\

/Marik!/ Overwhelming guilt and shame had quickly replaced the burst of passion, unhindered even though Malik hated their mind link. /Please! I swear…/

The link was cut off before Malik could finish and Eboni's voice took his place, echoing through the hallway. "Well, that was very enjoyable, wouldn't you agree?"Eboni cackled, taunting the yami even as he set off down the hallway again. "What do you think, Marik? I was even kind enough to give you a few moments of connected time with your hikari!" Marik growled, his mind already rushing through the different torture methods he would have to use against Eboni for touching his Malik. "Oh, so impolite! Not even a thank you! Better hurry then, wouldn't want you missing out on the fun!"The man fisted his hands, determined not to reply. "We're waiting for you, Marik…"

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Malik blinked his eyes open, calm in a moment of fuzzy numbness before he fully awakened. Sucking in a sharp breath, he sat up with a jerk, quickly figuring out that his right hand was chained to the top of the bed he sat on. He examined his other wrist, scowling at the seeping cuts that had come from the rope. Both hands were throbbing in time with his pulse, but that was quickly ignored in the face of a slightly more worrying fact.

He was half naked.

His shirt, shoes, and pants had all disappeared, leaving behind just his boxers. Malik shivered, whipping his head around to stare at the empty, dimly lit room. There were no windows, no doors and the hikari felt his breath catch in his throat, his lack of clothing suddenly kicked to a corner of his mind.

The blonde's chest tightened even further and he pulled at his bound wrist, trying to get away, to find some way out of the room. There was no air. The walls were closing in on him. They were-

There's a popping sound and Eboni appeared, a smirk on his face. "Sheut said I should leave you alone in here a little longer to teach you who's in charge, but neither of us want that, right?" Malik flinched, grinding his teeth together in an effort to not show the new arrival just how much he was panicking. He gave his wrist another yank, turning away from Eboni to look at it, trying to how that he wasn't scared. "Oh, please. You won't be able to get free, those chains are reinforced with shadow magic. A hikari like yourself could never break them."

He paused in his struggle against the metal, focusing a glare on the part where the chains joined the frame of the bed. There was no way that Malik would respond to Eboni, but the other did have a point. A cold hand pressed against his leg and he jerked away from it, turning to stare at his captor with wide eyes, realization dawning on him on why he had woken up with practically no clothes on.

Eboni smiled, though it was on the edge of a sneer. "There we go, you know you have beautiful eyes, Malik." The hand was back, sliding up to his mid-thigh and Malik's chest seized. "Such a pretty shade of purple."

His mouth went dry, and he scrambled away, his back slamming against the headboard. Eboni climbed up unto the bed, the smile still on his face. The blonde narrowed his eyes, a spark of anger giving him the guts to lift his leg and slam it into his attacker's chest, sending him tumbling off the bed.

Malik snickered at the surprised grunt that followed, relishing in the thud Eboni had made when he hit the ground. The other's head popped up from the side off the bed, the dangerous smirk on his face stopping Malik's laughter. "Oh, come now. We don't really want to play like that, do we?" He moved to brush back Malik's hair, but his hand was slapped away before it got close enough. The hikari grimaced, his throat closed to tight for him to say anything.

The smirk widened as if Malik was just a challenge and Eboni knew how to complete it. Malik's shackle tightened suddenly and he cried out, looking away from the other to stare down at his right hand, the tips of his fingers turning a frightening shade of purple as his circulation was cut off. And just as quickly, his boxers were ripped off and something pressed up against him. His body froze and he feared the worst as he looked down to see a black vibrator spreading apart his legs. Eboni hummed, before violently forcing it inside Malik.

Pain. Malik screamed against the burning knife in his back, trying to pull away only to find that the headboard would give him no room. "I'm not going to hurt you…" The quiet voice was accompanied with a hand pressing on his chest, and Malik gave a short sob. "You're a virgin, so I will wait until you realize that I can and will provide for you much better than that Marik."

The vibrator was shoved in further and Malik cried out again, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. He took a shaky breath, glaring through the pain as he met Eboni's eyes. "I will never choose you over Marik."

But Eboni just smirked, turning the vibrator on and relishing in the following scream, this one mixed slightly with pleasure. "But you will, my beautiful Malik. And while we wait for you to make the right choice, why don't we have a little fun?"

He pulled out slowly, and Malik grit his teeth to hold back a moan. The pain was still a harsh sting, but it seemed that his body didn't care. His unbound hand reached up to push Eboni away, but a second chain appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around it, tightening until it was next to his right hand.

Malik gasped, stiffening at the shock of pleasure stroking through him. He laid his head fall back against the headboard, breathing heavily through his nose. The vibrator brushed against the same spot and the blonde moaned, unable to hold it back.

"That's it, my Malik. Let me hear you." The pace quickened, and Malik groaned lightly a pool of warmth building inside him and making him curl his toes.

\Malik-pretty?\

He jerked against the vibrator at the sound of Marik's voice, crying out as that made it go even deeper. /Ma-Marik!/ Gods, he had never imagined that his yami's voice would be such a turn-on. If he just focused on the newly opened link, it was like it was Marik that was over him-

And that sealed it. Malik shuddered as his orgasm ripped through him, a choked, pained whimper coming out as Eboni removed the vibrator. He could feel blood dripped down his leg, and a tongue was slowly licking it clean, but that was hardly what he was worried about.

\Malik-pretty! Did you just-\

/Marik!/ Malik closed his eyes in mortification, fighting against the desperation he felt to explain to Marik. /Please! I swear…/ What was he going to say? How could he tell him about what Eboni had done?

The person in question clapped, laughing at the panic he saw on Malik's face when the mind link closed again. "I think Marik took that quite well, I can imagine he'll be here any minute."

Suddenly, his chains were yanked forward and were pulling Malik with them, and he was on his hands and knees. Eboni had removed his pants, and his hips were hovering right at Malik's eye level. Unable to stop the sudden blush on his face, he turned his head away with a scowl, determined that he wasn't going to be forced to this.

"I've pleased you, now it's time for you to please me."

Malik squeezed his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the wall to the right. A hand grabbed at his hair, jerking it hard to the left, and he cried out at the sting. Before he could shut his mouth again, something shoved itself inside and he let out a garbled sob when he heard the following moan from above him.

Hands fisting into the sheets on the bed, Malik started to pull away, but a hand gripped the hair in the back of his head, forcing him forward instead. He gagged, before taking a breath through his nose. He closed his eyes and bit down, hard.

Eboni hissed and swore, tightening his grip in Malik's hair before summoning the shadows and allowing them to graze against the blonde's skin. He watched the delicious shivers running through his Malik, before thrusting forward again. "I'll have none of that now. We'll have time for rougher play later."

The hikari choked against the further intrusion, tempted once more to bite down. But the shadows were curling around his arms and legs, daring him to give them a reason to punish. He shuddered, anger and fright and humiliation coursing through him.

"Let Malik-pretty go!" And Eboni was gone and Malik was retching over the side of the bed, the contents of his stomach ending up on the floor.

He numbly registered the sound of fighting, his vision blurry and his hearing fuzzy. His head was pounding and his back was throbbing, but that was nothing compared to the shame he felt when a hand was placed on his shoulder. Malik flinched away, moving back to the headboard and curling up into a ball.

"Malik-pretty, Eboni is gone."

The hikari could have almost pretended that Marik was back to normal, but he knew that wasn't really the case. The chains around his hands shatter, reacting to the new shadow magic that was swirling around the room. He flexed his fingers as the blood returned to them, and reluctantly lifted his head to look at Marik.

His eyes were completely black, and even though his voice had been calm, his face was twisted in rage. He was taking in the blood and…other liquids on the bed and for a moment it looked like the shadows were fading, Marik's face softening at the sight of his hikari. But then the shadows crackled and it was gone. The yami moved over to the side of the bed, his eyes running up and down Malik's body. The man snapped his fingers and suddenly Malik was covered in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Marik…Please, let me-let me explain-"

The man snorted and crossed his arms, spotting the discarded vibrator on the floor. "Malik-pretty does not have to. Marik understands."

Malik bit his lip and uncurled from his protective ball slowly. "I am so sorry, Marik. Please tell me you aren't angry."

"Marik cannot say that. Hikari-pretty doesn't like it when Marik lies. Marik is furious." Malik sucked in a breath, his heart stopping. Marik was angry with him. Probably hated him for what he had just done. Ra, now he could imagine how Ryou felt.

The yami opened his mouth as if to say more, but Sheut's voice filled the room. "I believe your hikari has been through enough, Marik, correct?"

"By Eboni's hands!" The man growled, shocking Malik by reaching out and hesitantly placing a hand on Malik's leg, like he was trying to comfort him but didn't know how. "Let Marik talk with Eboni again. Marik had not finished when he ran."

"Malik, will you leave with Marik?" Marik huffed as he was ignored, before looking down at his hikari, something boiling inside him when he saw Malik hesitating.

Maybe…Malik shook his head to clear it. Marik was obviously succumbing to the spell that had been placed on him, the man was hardly stable. But maybe it wasn't him Marik was angry with. He looked at his yami, wanting to ask the other if that's what he meant when he said he was furious. Not with Malik, but with Eboni. He frowned. Besides, there was no way he was staying here. "Yes. Get me out of this hellhole."

"Very well. Then you have brought this upon yourselves."

The room was sent spinning and if Malik hadn't already emptied his stomach, he was sure he would've thrown up again. He reached forward to grab Marik, crying out when there was nothing there. Gold flashed in front of his eyes before everything went black.

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Oh my Ra, how was this one so short? Why did I do this to myself? Review to make me feel better?