Insane
This is a Yu-Gi-Oh FanFiction. It will be a drama, hurt, angst and there will be YAOI and SMUT! So please if you don't like it, do not read it!
The story takes place after the end of Season 5.
Author's note:
New chapter, I am back in the game guys :D
Yu-Gi-Oh just rocks O_o
Spazzy Jazzy Kat: thank you so much for your support! I can't believe someone could enjoy this story and my child's writing
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Bakura
Bakura couldn't really relax the whole time. He had ordered himself a drink and something to eat, although he was not hungry and ended just picking around his food. Nothing on his phone managed to distract him, not even the people sitting around. All he could think was, what was going on inside the room. Even as engulfed as he was in his own thoughts, he noticed the curios looks around him. Bakura was a rare sight here, pale skin, snow-white hair – he was probably seen as something precious, with magic powers, or a charm kind of. It was ironic, considering in his past, he used to have a caramel skin, a still very pale hair and magic skills. But none of this mattered now, they could rubberneck as much as they liked. Every two to five minutes he checked his phone, looking at the time, wishing it could past quicker. He remembered just how these bastards surrounded Marik, like scavengers waiting to feat on a rotting corpse. Shit!
He looked at his phone once more, for the hundredth time maybe – three minutes before the 'dinner' was over. He stood up and approached the room, but before he could lean on the wall, waiting to enter and just throw the bastards out, the door opened. His eyes narrowed, this time Marik didn't appear, Yalmaz and his friends stood at the frame, cleaning their hands in handkerchiefs "you should call somebody to help you." a dark smile appeared on the fat guy's face.
Bakura didn't wait for them to clear the door and pushed through "get off of my way!" he spat. His heart stopped, once he saw the ugly picture inside the room. Marik was lying on the flour on his side, almost curled in foetus position. He was unconscious, completely naked, and the scariest of all, covered in blood, everywhere. Bakura's breath came in gasps, he was frozen in his tracks, what the fuck did they do here?! "Fuck! WAITER!" he shouted from his lungs, a guy appeared "bring me some warm water and cloth, NOW!" he hissed, allowing no objection. Marik … he turned to look at the Blonde.
He finally dared to take a step forward, the bastards behind him long forgotten, his hands started to shake, while he kneeled next to the Egyptian. His blonde hair was laying across the bruised face, his lips were parted and eyes closed. There were traces of tears on his covered in blood and something more, he didn't want to even think of, cheeks. It seemed like Marik had cried - was that even possible? Bakura brushed the blonde strands out of his face – he looked so exhausted. The waiter came back and put a bowl with water next to him, his face got pale as he looked down at the Egyptian. "Get OUT! And close the fucking door!" the guy nodded and quickly exited the room.
Bakura tried to calm down his hands and dipped the cloth inside the warm water. He started with the face, gently washing the filth Marik was covered with. There was not a single sign, he would wake up from the act. He closed his eyes, his heart ached, he was going to fucking kill these bastards! There was no way, they could get away with this! He gritted his teeth and looked down on the Egyptian once more, he was so peaceful like that, no trace of the maniacal smile and the playful lilac orbs. Bakura brushed against Marik's bruised check, why he felt so bad for him. He was about to do anything for him now, why? He shook his head and continued cleaning the Blonde.
Once he was finished, he asked the waiter for a blanket. Bakura wrapped Marik like a baby and picked him up. The Egyptian was heavy for his slim body, but still no problem for Bakura. He took the first taxi in sight and they drove to the hotel. Marik's head was resting on his shoulder, his breath coming in and out regularly.
Marik Ishtar
"Uhmm … " he opened his eyes slowly, his mouth was dry and it felt like he was beaten up pretty brutally some moments ago. As he tried to find out, where he was, all came back to him – he did get beaten up! Marik took a deep breath and swallowed drily, his hand shot to his head, to massage his blinding headache – shit! Where was he? He turned his head to the right, a room, it looked like his hotel room. Then, he turned to the left. Sleeping next to him, was the Thief, his hair was falling on his pale skin, his lips were parted, but his eyes moved quickly underneath his eyelids. Marik tried to turn to the side, but a sharp pain ripped through his body "ughh…" he looked down on himself, bandages? Did the spirit do this? He smiled gently and brushed the snow-white hair off of the porcelain skin. "Uhm…" dark brown eyes opened slowly "Marik …". "What would I do without you, Bakura" the Thief focused on him, his dark orbs softened "Marik, I… " he leaned over, despite the pain, and kissed the pale man, softly at first, than deepening the kiss with passion. Their tongues quickly reunited and fought for dominance once more. Bakura rolled over him, shortly breaking the kiss, before he demanded more, sealing their lips. "Mmnnn… " his body heated, the scent of spring flowers entered his nose, Bakura radiated warmth, despite his cool appearance and drove him just crazy. The kiss deepened even more, if that was any more possible. The Thief leaned over him, pressing their bodies together, making Marik to shiver from pain and desire "hah…". They moaned, both captured in extasy, their lower parts were rubbing against each other. He put his hands on Bakura's butt and squeezed it gently, making the Spirit to shudder on top of him. They continued crushing their bodies together, kissing and nibbling on each other, moaning and gasping.
At some point, Marik's fingers found their way underneath Bakura's shorts and between his butt cheeks. The pale man gasped and arched his back, as the middle finger entered him "hah… ahh..". Marik's eyes narrowed with desire, the very being of Bakura drove him crazy and he was about to just fuck him hard and deep! It was a feeling he didn't have in a long time, till now he was the one 'getting it', but now, he felt the rising lust of entering the Spirit and making him moan beyond extasy. "Marik… stop, stop… st…" the plead came between pants, while Bakura's agile body shuddered and arched above him. Marik smiled gently and thrusted a second finger inside him, making the Thief to gasp, his mouth parted, letting an erotic moan escape his lips, eyes full of lust looked down on him. He continued penetrating the sweet hole of his flower, who leaned over him to burry his head on his bandaged chest. "Hah… hah.. hah, Marik, I am going …". Marik placed his free hand on his back and gently caressed it "just relax, Bakura". The pale man couldn't and several seconds later he came, his body tensed under the climax.
Bakura
He fell back exhausted on Marik's strong chest, trying to relax his breathing. The sensation was beyond his imagination, he had never experienced something so intense, so erotic, so sensual, so … deep. Marik's hands were relaxing on his back now "you truly make me crazy." the deep voice entered his ears, as he turned to look at the lilac orbs and of course that remarkable smile. He didn't know what to say, he was caught at his weakness, again, and now thinking back, he hated himself for that. "You should sleep." he muttered, his face was still flushed and he was sweating from the act. The Egyptian's smile widened, flashing his white teeth "I still have a little problem… " with that his hips bumped against Bakura's and he noticed how hard the Blonde was, still.
His body tensed "Marik, you should not be thinking of …" he didn't know how to finish that sentence. "Why, don't you just give me hand, I don't need much, I am still quite 'sensitive' from the night.". What, did he say? Was he doing this, because he was still hot from his earlier activities, that sick sun of a bitch! He quickly stood up "fuck you!" the Egyptian looked a bit confused, but finally replaying "yes, please!". "Shut, the, fuck, up!" he was about to hit him, if he kept on speaking. "Bakura, what ..?" the Blonde arched an eyebrow, his eyes narrowed with irritation.
Bakura glared daggers at him, was he kidding "you made me do all this, because you are still 'sensitive' from earlier …" his body tensed with anger now. The Phsycho elevated on his elbows, he seemed to be very weak "no, of course not! I got hot, because of …". Bakura didn't let him finish, he was beyond mad now "don't you dare to lie to me, you sick bastard! If you like so much masochistic shit, just go to your fucking Yakuza boss and …". the Egyptian tried to stand up now, but growled at the pain from his wounds, so he just slowly turned to the side with an "ughhh..". "Fuck, Yamaguchi and his clients!" his voice rose and bounced around the room, his eyes full with hatred. "I give a damn about them!". Bakura shook with anger "than, why do you give them yourself so easily?!". The Egyptian laughed darkly "do I have to tell you again, why we are in this situation?!" it was more a statement then a question. "I don't need your sick explanations about our destiny and shit!" he gritted his teeth with fury. "Look at you, you sound like that rich fuck, now!" the Egyptian tilted his head his lips curled up in that oh so familiar smile.
Bakura closed his eyes and shook his head, this was leading to nowhere "we need to get out of this mess, Marik!". The Egyptian smirked at him "you should learn to except the situations you are in. I try to benefit from it.". How could he say that? Benefit from it, he was just tortured and played with like a worthless toy and he still thought this was his 'destiny'? Bakura lowered his voice a bit "Marik, they will kill you some day in these dangerous games.". Now the tanned man channelled all his energy to stand up, he was unsteady on his feet and he wobbled a bit even, but he straitened up and looked at him with uncontrolled fury. His muscles twitched underneath the blood-stained bandages, his eyes dangerously narrowed, his lips pressed together "tell me now, Thief, if I die, who would care?". Bakura blinked several times "don't tell me, you want to …" the Egyptian approached him, his eyes piercing through him, making him to step back further and further, till he found himself trapped between the Blonde and the wall behind him. "Who, would, care, if, I, die?" the words were spat out, as if they were venom bittering the insides of Marik's mouth. "Marik, this is …" a tanned hand was slammed right next to his ear, making it ring "Ishizu, Odion, Kaiba … you?" Bakura's own heart was beating way too fast, the Maniac was really intimidating him, he was radiating murder from his whole being. His next words had to be very well chosen. Unfortunately, he knew Marik was stronger than him, but he didn't know how agile or quick he was, but judging by his body, probably very good at both. "ANSWER ME!" Marik's deep voice drove through him as a massive wave, he focused on the blazing lilac orbs and opened his mouth, but he didn't really know what to answer. He couldn't speak of Ishizu, or Odin, or Kaiba, or anybody else, he could speak of only… himself. And what did he feel, if Marik was dead? His body clearly gave him a signal, but that couldn't be it! They were just standing there staring at each other, while the Egyptian's eyes searched in his for something. Bakura felt, how droplets of sweat were rolling down his forehead.
Time passed and nobody said anything. Marik growled annoyed and backed off, only to lose balance and drop painfully on his knees. "Shit!" he huffed, he was clearly exhausted and definitely in pain. "You should think about, why you keep on helping me, Thief". Bakura glared down on him, he didn't know and at the moment, all he wanted was to get out of here. "Go to hell!" he grabbed his clothes and left the room.
Fuck that bastard! Was he thinking, he was going to save him every time and most importantly give his body to cool him down?! Shit! There it was again… this sting in his chest. Bakura entered his room, slammed the door close and leaned on it. What was going on with him? He was the fucking King Thief, the fucking Evil Spirit a Manipulator a Sorcerer and there were never feelings in his way, besides anger and hunger for revenge. He smashed his fists against the door, he needed to get it together, this fucking Egyptian was messing up with his head.
Seto Kaiba
He was again the first one to arrive at the tomb. There was so much to do and he wanted to finish it as soon as possible. The quicker they opened the sarcophagus, the quicker he could finally laugh at Atem's mummy and go on with his life. This whole Pharaoh shit was making him very uneasy inside, he couldn't get to sleep, without fearing to dream about that bastard. In fact, he couldn't concentrate on anything, it felt like someone was calling him all the time, a voice deep inside his skull – was he going mad at last? He brought the new laptops, which were the latest and fastest on the market, and actually the ones used in his own hologram devices, so they should do a great job.
He opened one of them in order to synchronize the data from Monday and Tuesday. The Pharaoh was murdered, by the Priest Seth at the age of 24. The reason written on the walls was – betrayal and hunger for power. He couldn't really believe this story, from all the magic, Egyptian shit, Seth was somehow connected to him and if that was really true, nobody slightest similar to him would ever do something like that. He would have challenged the Pharaoh in a fair battle, in order to crush him under his fingers, to see him break and whimper in front of his feet! So, this made no sense! They needed to find the real truth! Seto leaned on the table, staring at the texts – how did Atem even allow this to happen? This bastard was aware of everything. How was it possible that the closest to him, his High Priest, murdered him? He bit his lip, the Pharaoh was painted almost on every wall, he felt as if his eyes were watching him all the time, narrowed with amusement, as if they were saying – try to find out, what Seth did! Shit! Where is everybody?! They needed to finish this!
He heard a sound behind him and turned around quickly, to see one dark smile "you should watch out.". The stupid pale man was standing right next to him, how did he manage to get that close, without making any noise? Seto was aware of his surroundings all the time, it was merely impossible to sneak on him. He snarled annoyed "where is Marik" with the mention of the name, the white-haired flinched and his nose wrinkled. "The fuck, should I know?!" he spat. "Well, call him the fuck up!" I have no time for their stupid fights, this was more important than their silly differences.
Bakura licked his lips and took out his phone. He waited impatiently, his eyes piercing Seto's. "he is not answering." he hung up. He had to massage his temples in order not to burst in rage and hit the shorter man in the face "than go and get him! We can't work without him here!". At that moment Ishizu and Odion came in as well "good morning" they were met by two very angry glares.
Bakura just growled and turned on his heel. He better be more obedient, otherwise he will be standing on the employment line! The fucking nerve!
