I'll Fuck You

Pairing: Bronzeshipping

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: S&M, gore, vore, guro, necrophilia

Marik sucked in a large breath, lips pursed about his tongue as he nudged his teeth, the slightest of moans bursting forth as he felt a hand slide up his back, the pads of it pressing sharply against the contours of his back, delivering feathery touches that sent delicious waves of pleasure racing up Marik's spine.

"Give me more," he commanded, eyes closed tightly. He refused to ever whimper, or beg. Marik took, and he got what he wanted, and nothing would ever change that, no matter who was delivering and or receiving.

"You really want more? Oh, you little slut," Mariku snarled into his hikari's ear, one hand reaching down to stroke at Marik's cock, teasing the flesh and working his way up it, wrist nuzzling the underside as he reached a hand out, grasping many of the threads that were spread all around them. Giving the bundle a sharp tug, Mariku watched, fascinated, as the strings binding Marik's body slid deep into skin, pearls of blood erupting between separated flesh, and muscles contracted.

Marik let out another, deep throated groan as his head dipped back, strings lightly cutting across his throat, but never at the jugular. No, no, it was much more fun to play and enjoy, and, indeed, Mariku was enjoying.

"More!" Marik shouted, voice coming out garbled and strangled as it pushed its way from his throat, slapping the air and pushing Mariku into reacting as they yami's fingers curled tightly around the bundle once more, and jerked on it, much harsher then before. He felt his own fingers being sliced through to the bone as Marik was cut as well, both shrieking from ecstasy and the blood loss.

"Come over here and kiss me," Marik panted, licking his lips and jerking his hips so the strings cut deeper, the red-dyed pieces of nylon riding along his skin, bringing forth more noises from his mouth as Mariku slid to the ground next to Marik, pressing his lips harshly to his hikari's.

Marik's tongue immediately launched into Mariku's mouth, not giving the yami a moment to dominate or think as he pressed forward, feeling the strings rub against his nipples. Snapping his teeth together, he ripped at Mariku's lips, feeling the blood that might as well have been his own pouring into his mouth. Mariku, before him, merely spread his legs, naked thighs pressing into the blood slicked floor, breath ragged as he lowered his hand down.

"Rub it in my blood first!" the hikari ordered, amethyst eyes narrowing heatedly as he glared down at the yami. Mariku snarled, ready to argue, but thought better of it. Instead, he lifted a hand up, palm pressing into the multitude of wounds spattering Marik' body. He started at the shoulders, before dragging his fingers down, leaving a gory trail behind him as he reached Marik's midriff, pausing to rub softly (And purposefully) against Marik's erection.

"Gods you damned tease," Marik hissed, glaring pointedly at the spiky haired man now pleasuring himself, psychotic face twisting from that of puzzlement to pure delight as his generous tongue lolled out, slapping at his chin as he gave his hikari a sultry look, tongue flickering about in a dangerous way.

"You order me around to much," Mariku spat, voice mildly strangled, "you never let me fuck you. All I get to do is watch you." The yami tilted his head back, baring his throat to Marik as he moaned, hips jerking faster, slipping in the blood as he gyrated.

Marik glared uncertainly at the yami, and pulled back, for once ignoring the blissful, slicing feeling of the strings snapped taught about his body. The skin about his eyes scrunched up as the lids fluttered downwards, observing the yami's next move, and watched as Mariku came, crying no one's name.

"So now," Mariku panted, gaze lowering back down to stare steadily at his hikari, "I'm going to make you let me." With that, the yami rose up, and moved about, positioning himself behind Marik. The boy let out a sharp cry, and tried to squirm away, only managing to lodge himself deeper with the strings.

Marik had made a mistake.

Marik had trusted his yami.

Mariku made no move to fuck Marik yet, however, and merely lifted a hand up, grasping the bundle of strings, and sifting through the multicolored tips, searching for the one he wanted.

"But first," the yami purred, "I will give you the pleasure of a life time."

Marik's hazy gaze slid over, resting on his yami's muscular arms, and he watched as he flexed, pulling downwards on a certain string. Marik jerked slightly as he felt a piece that resided around his groin tighten sharply, slicing into his cock and, despite himself, sending waves of pleasure through him.

Falling back to his elbows, he ignored the various other slices that he was awarded, and he felt his flesh smacking into the pool of his own blood, though he was miraculously still conscious and alive. Alive enough, certainly, to feel the wondrous feeling of that string.

Another tug by Mariku and a string sliced itself in deeper, massaging the head of Marik's penis in such a lovely way as more moans wrenched themselves free from parted lips. "GODS YES" was the only coherent syllables that were allowed to leave Marik's mouth at that moment, and Mariku merely watched it all with a warped grin.

"Do you like that?" Mariku whispered softly, fiddling the string between the pads of his fingers, teeth glistening with saliva and blood as he watched his hikari writhing, cutting his skin deeper. Marik merely moaned in response, and Mariku gave the string a soft, contemplative tug.

"Then I think I'll give you more."

With a vicious snarl, Mariku jerked harshly on the string, pulling it down ever lower and causing Marik to scream -though it wasn't ecstasy of any kind. With a shocked screech, yami and hikari watched as Marik's cock separated itself from the blood splattered boy's body, and slapped roughly to the ground.

Marik's jaw dropped, and his eyes stared straight forward, body convulsing and slipping the strings further in. Mariku, however, was done with them, and quickly strode forward, pushing Marik onto his back, and ignoring the dead boy's twitching limbs. He did watch, however, with fascination, as the strings sliced deeper, drawing up wells of blood.

Sneering down at his hikari, Mariku gather up Marik's legs, and punctured the thighs with his sharpened nail, dragging the calves up so they rested, dead weight, on Mariku's shoulders, toes limp and heels rolling outwards.

Positioning himself at Marik's entrance, he grinned eerily down at the slack face, feeling the heat disappearing from Marik's body as he rammed forward, slamming himself into Marik, and watching as the boy's head met resistance against the floor, and the skull rolled back, giving a horrifying crack and twisting the head about.

Mariku didn't stop.

He continued to thrust -hard and fast- watching as the boy's head flopped about on his still neck, smacking again and again against the floor. Mariku could already see blood pooling from the wound, coloring Marik's once golden hair a dingy, rust flake color.

Some of the strings were moving again, and Mariku watched, fascinated, as they wormed their way through skin, breaking and peeling apart the flesh. Panting, thrusting, and all together to excited for his own good, Mariku's hand shot down, grasping at one of the chunks of meet, and slid his fingers beneath the flap. Jerking upwards, he ripped the skin free from its natural place and slung it upwards, showering himself with blood and scraps of flesh.

Grunting, he paused for a moment to discard the flesh, before staring downwards, spotting the fact that the skin had been snagged open enough to reveal the intestines lying within. Giving another shudder, Mariku pushed once more inside Marik, cumming inside the dead boy.

Dipping his head down, he buried his face in the slick cords of the inner organs, teeth opening wide to take in the slick, rubbery outside of them, tongue sliding out to help him. He bit down, swallowing roughly at the organs as he slowly pulled out of his hikari.

"See," Mariku chuckled darkly, lifting up a hand to pet softly at Marik's cheeks, cold, hard flesh sliding beneath his fingers as he dipped down, kissing Marik's neck and slowly winding his way up to the boy's lips, pausing to stroke those with his tongue.

"I told you I'd get to fuck you."

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This is based off of a Skype conversation (and part of it is because Scarlettablackout on Tumblr.)

Um... yeah. :L

Now to go work on some Psycho fluff, some Thief vore, and Skull-fucking!