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 yay!

Lemons and violence, so watch out!

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Arev

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Marik Ishtar

During the whole run back to the hotel, Marik had a wide grin on his face. The Thief has given up now, he wasn't sure of why and how, but there was no turning back. He was obsessed with him and he was definitely going to touch him once more, to kiss him, lick him, to explore his body, to feel him, to take him, to make him his…. Yes, Bakura was going to be his and no one else's!

He finally reached his hotel sweating heavily, he had to definitely shower and change, besides he had to put the collar on – shit! He ran towards the stairs wanting to take two or three at once, as a man in a black suit with sunglasses got in his way "Mr. Ishtar …". Marik looked at him tilting his head, furrowing his eyebrows. Was that a bodyguard of Gabriel's? He was probably in a fucking trouble "yes?". The man before him cleared his throat "Mr. Gabriel would like to see you immediately". Now Marik's wide smile appeared on his face once more "ahh, he can't wait, now can he. I would love to join your Boss, but I can't be going so filthy to him" he spread his arms tilting his hips up, to show in what condition he was in. The man in front of him just nodded "you have 10 minutes to prepare". Marik inhaled and quickly ran towards his room.

He started to undress, while unlocking the door. He entered his room annoyed, kicking the door close and his shoes off, throwing his clothes on the flour, quickly running to the bathroom. Once out of the shower, he ran his fingers through his messy, wet hair, which was falling down on his shoulders.

Before he continued with his actions, he stopped in front of the huge mirror and observed himself. His gaze looked up and down his whole naked body. It was a lean and strong body, shaped by lifting weights. His legs, arms, abdomen and chest were well defined, he curled his fingers into a fist, flexing his bicep and triceps, turning his gaze back to his body. He traced his abdomen, following the landing strip, down to his cock and let his hand fall to his side again – his body, not Marik's. He had shaped it as it is, made it strong and powerful. And he was going to share it with him, with that dizzying man, Bakura. Marik focused on his face now – back at him he saw a man with piercing lilac eyes, outlined by black tattoos, a long nose, well-shaped lips, silky, messy hair in the colour of the ripe wheat fields, caramel skin - a face that was considered as beautiful, but he couldn't see that, all he saw was a man, who was driven by lust, by desire, by the very rush of his blood… he asked himself, of how was he so attractive to everybody? What did they see in him? And finally, if Bakura found him attractive too? He couldn't answer that question, so he grabbed his fine trousers and a silk shirt, pulled the drawer of his night stand, taking the collar out.

The man from before was waiting for him outside the hotel. As he saw him, he turned and lead him to an expensive, black car. They drove for quite some time. Marik thought of his situation - he got late for their date in the restaurant, very, very late. He leaned on the seat, crossing his legs, was Gabriel mad with him? He didn't have any troubles with the foreigner; so far, he was very kind to him, they had just normal fuck dates till now, nothing too special, nothing brutal. However, the elder man seemed to not get enough of him. Every of their nights together, they had fucked the whole time through. It almost felt, as if they were a freshly in love couple - ridiculous. Marik leaned his head back, he didn't care about Gabriel, he slept with him just because he had to. The positive effect was, that he got laid, he liked sex, … His mind wondered back to Bakura … the Thief was very angry. That idiot was taking his job too seriously, or was there something more to it, but just professional dedication? He was fucking his clients and Bakura knew it, so why getting so mad about it? Was he worried about him? Marik closed his eyes, a wide smile appeared on his face, as he thought of that angry Thief, that wonderful dark voice, which could sound so pleasant once excited, of the porcelain skin, the deep-brown eyes…. Thinking of him made him hot once more, the pale man was like a drug to him, he just couldn't resist. He had never felt like this before.

Marik got pulled back to the present, as the car slowed down and eventually stopped. They had parked in front of an impressive building. Just the front was illuminated, but he could see how beautifully the walls were decorated, in typical oriental patterns and colours. Did that all belong to Gabriel? That rich bastard. "Please follow me, Mr. Ishtar". He did so, climbing the marble stairs to the front door. The bodyguard, still having his sunglasses on, even though it was completely dark now, rang the bell, a sweet melody was to hear and the door was opened immediately. A handsome butler was standing behind it giving them a sign with his arm to enter. "Mr. Ishtar, you are being awaited." He observed him from top to bottom, his face never showing even one twitch of a muscle "but first we need to take care of you." Marik looked amused at the butler, "I am not good looking enough, or what" he laughed maniacally. The young man looked at him the whole time, his face a mask "please follow me, Sir." Marik just shrugged, still amused "but of course."

He was brought in a room with a huge mirror serving as one of the walls. He looked around, there were heavy curtains covering the windows, a chandelier from the ceiling and a stool in the middle of the room. The flour was covered in expensive Persian rugs. "Mr. Ishtar, Master Gabriel ordered you to wear this, before you see him.". Marik nodded, still looking around "okay…".

Once he observed the room, he turned his eyes on the clothes in the butler's hands – when did he picked them up? He focused his attention now, there was a long skirt in lilac velvet, a golden chain with coins on it and a lace veil. He looked at the butler arching an eyebrow up "are you serious? I am not a woman!" he stated annoyed, frowning. The butler pressed his lips together, but his mimic never changed "I am sorry Mr. Ishtar, these are orders from Master Gabriel.". Marik gritted his teeth, great, not only was he fucking around like a cheap whore, now he was going to dress like one. "Fine!" he undressed, not really caring that the butler was still in the room, but it seemed like he was not bothered by it anyways. He picked up the velvet skirt, it parted on one side – it was supposed to be put around the waist and reveal just one leg. Marik inhaled and tightened the skirt around his hips, he put the coin chain on top of it and covered the half of his face by the vail.

He looked at himself in the mirror, there he was again, that man with the lean body and lilac eyes. He was sure, Gabriel was going to be very pleased by this image. The skirt was perfectly accentuating his lower hip, contrasting greatly with his caramel skin and blonde pubic hair, the coins sang, as he moved and the vail was underling his already piercing eyes. The butler cleared his throat "don't forget the collar, please…" the collar, he searched his pockets and found the smooth, black leather. He looked once more in the mirror and placed it around his neck.

"Now, please follow me, Sir." Marik's naked feet echoed around the huge corridors, it was a bit cold, he traced the walls with his fingers, feeling every little bump. Eventually they stopped in front of a huge door. The butler looked at him with his handsome, expressionless face and pushed the handle.

A huge room, illuminated by heavy chandeliers was revealed. Six men were sitting in a half circle on colourful, fluffy pillows. In the middle of them was Gabriel. Once Marik entered the room, all voices got quiet and all eyes turned on him. Mouths were dropped down, and all gazes changed into a greedy observation. Gabriel looked at him with a satisfied smile. He stood up and approached him, leaned over to kiss him on his cheek and whispered "you look stunning! I am sure, you would compensate being late, by giving pleasure to all my business partners here.". Marik looked to the side, his eyes narrowed playfully, as he whispered "so, I am dressed like a whore, because I am going to be one, tonight?". The foreigner giggled in his ear "how did you get the impression, of ever being something different, Marik?". He actually laughed, he had to admit, the damn bastard was right.

Gabriel turned, putting an arm around his waist "my dear gentlemen, this is Marik Ishtar, the play toy, everybody is talking about.". All eyes were on him. There were representatives of all ages – from mid 20s to mid-60s. "He is going to be our… little entertainment today." teeth were flashed and greedy smiles appeared on their faces.

"Now, Marik, please do join me" Gabriel patted a pillow next to his, inviting him to sit on it. He had to put his hands in his lap, in order to not completely expose his private parts. Drinks and food were brought to them, all nicely decorated on brass plates. They ate and drank.

Marik talked to everybody, he laughed and flirted with them, he made compliments and took compliments, giggling like a little girl, he touched them on their shoulders, arms, making them to almost gasp … he entertained them, he poured wine, he ate out of their hands, licked their fingers. Everybody was trying to get his attention simultaneously and he did please everybody at once. Time past and he drank and drank, till he was dizzy in the head.

"Marik, show us, how you can dance, I am sure, you are very good at it!" Marik, drunk as he was laughed playfully "for you, I would dance, till you tell me to stop.". He didn't really remember everybody's names, but did it really matter? Eventually, they were just going to fuck him and leave. He reached a hand towards the man, who asked him to dance and put his index finger under his chin, pulling it up "watch carefully, because this will be the only dance you will never forget." The man looked at him with wide eyes, he gulped loudly, only to lick his lips. Marik knew, if they were alone, he would probably had raped him till now.

He stood up, lifted his head up, his lips parted, his eyes narrowed. He listened to the music for several seconds, catching the rhythm and eventually, his body started moving. He circled with his hips and moved his arms snake like, the coins sang, he twisted and turned, he closed his eyes and let his body move on autopilot.

Gabriel

He was very angry with his play toy. Why in the world was he so late? He had arranged a very expensive dinner for them and since Marik didn't show up, he wanted to punish him. The men sitting with him were business partners. Not his closest one, but he knew, these specific guys were very into such games. They were all drunk, but him. He wanted to be sober and take in everything they had in mind to do with Marik.

The Blonde's hips jerked from side to side in elegant motions, his chest moved on the other direction, he opened his eyes, looking at each and every one of them with lust. His body twisted snake-like, his muscles tensed with every move, perfectly defining in the golden light. He was so elegant, as if he had done this his whole life. He stretched his arms and legs, flattered with his eyes, moved his waist around, bend over, threw his skirt in the air, only to pull it down quickly, giving just a glimpse of his private parts. He jumped and twisted, bending his body, artistically stretching and curling his long fingers, erotically tracing his own body, parting his sensual mouth – it was one very exciting dance.

The partner on his left leaned towards him "now, I understand, what you mean. He is damn attractive, but he is just much more than that. I would love to stuff my cock inside his ass.". Gabriel smirked "well, you know I can't let you do that. I will be the first one.". The man next to him licked his lips not taking his eyes off of Marik "you are lucky, to be the first one, to widen his pink hole, but I will be glad to fuck it nevertheless, till he screams.".

Marik Ishtar

Marik danced, till his skin was glittering with sweat. Eventually Gabriel stretched a hand as a sign for him to come to him. He took it and he was pulled into his lap. The foreigner whispered in his ear "you are amazing, you surprise me every time… " a hand creeped down his spine and ass, to find its way underneath his skirt. He arched his back baring his neck, Gabriel quickly took advantage of the situation, pulled on his hear, stretching the exposed flesh and sucked on it "uhmm…". A finger traced his but cheeks and finally found its way between them. "So, do you want me to satisfy you?" Marik swallowed and closed his eyes "yes." was all he answered. Gabriel smirked, he pushed his finger inside him, still pulling on his hair "hah… ". His moves were slow, he thrusted in and slowly got out, circled around, searched inside him, making his head even more dizzy, it felt good. "Look at me, Marik." he opened his blurry eyes, the elder man was observing him carefully. "Take the vail off." His breathing was heavy, he looked at Gabriel for some seconds and removed the fabric, revealing one wet, hot mouth.

The foreigner let go of his hair and pushed his thumb inside his mouth. He swirled it around, stretched his mouth, played with his tongue. Marik's hot breathe was coming in gasps now, his saliva was running down his chin. "Even your mouth is amazing" Gabriel pulled his finger out and kissed him, exploring every corner, sucking on his lips, biting them. Suddenly a second finger was pushed inside him "hah…", he turned his head to the side. The two digits were stretching him now, he felt how wet he was already, how he wanted it, badly.

Marik moaned and gasped and panted to every move, the cruel fingers did inside him, his chest rising quickly up and down, his nipples erected, his cock hard, pushing against the velvet fabric. He saw, how greedy everybody looked at him, some even plying with themselves already.

Gabriel grabbed him by his jaw and turned his head back to him "focus, it is just you and me now. They will have you afterwards.". Marik smiled, between his moans "then, … what are you waiting for.". The foreigner flashed his teeth and leaned towards him "for you to beg me, to fuck you!". Marik laughed and lifted his hips, his hands reached for Gabriel's belt, unbuckled it and pulled down the fabrics, to free one hard cock. Marik pushed him gently backwards, to have more space in order to position himself. He aimed the hot gender towards his hole and just as it touched it, he was pushed down the whole length forcefully, making him cry in pain and pleasure. "Move your hips, show me, how you can dance, let the coins sings." He looked down at Gabriel and started moving in circling motions, going back and forward, piercing Gabriel with his eyes. The foreigner dug his fingers in his ass and pushed his cock even further inside, making him gasp. "Yes, show me, how you much want it!". Marik arched his head up, closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. He moaned to the thrusts, he leaned his body backwards, pushing his chest up and continued moving, while squeezing his thighs around Gabriel.

Suddenly he was pushed down on the ground, his legs got lifted. Gabriel leaned over him and his trusts got merciless. He slammed his hips against his ass, going quicker, deeper. His moans, gasps, cries got louder, till his throat was parched. He felt how the man above him finally reached his climax and filled him with his hot, sticky cum. He opened his eyes only to see one of the partners tower over him already, with a greedy smile. Marik inhaled and leaned his head back and before he could prepare, he was penetrated again.

They all took turns, using every possible position, every body part - his butt, his mouth, his hands, his cock, legs. He was tossed around, sometimes being double penetrated, his mouth stuffed with someone's dick, choking him. They didn't grand him one little break, this was going for hours. At some point he couldn't tell who was inside him - he was just so tired, his knees, elbows and back were bruised, his mouth was wounded and his hole so stretched. While he lied there, still being devoured by somebody, he asked himself of why he started hating this all of a sudden? He had loved orgies back then, what happened to him? Suddenly a certain pale man appeared before his closed teary eyes. His fair skin was glowing, his dark eyes pierced him, his soft pink lips parted and a sweet sound escaped them "Marik…".

Now, he was not sure, if he was being fucked or not, but thinking of Bakura made him endure all this, he was so engulfed into his fantasies about him, that he completely forgot, where he was.

He was laid on his back once more and someone entered him. His mind sheltered him from the brutal reality and so he moaned once more, thinking of none other than the Thief. His sweet spot was bumped and he gasped "Bakura!...". Suddenly the moves inside him stopped, so he opened his eyes to see one very angry Gabriel. "What did you just say?" Marik blinked several times, thinking of what just happened. The foreigner's voice was dangerously low "answer me!", his eyes radiated hatred. He swallowed drily, his chest moving up and down quickly, he was in trouble.

Gabriel turned to the partners and shouted "everybody out, now!". Nobody objected and so they quickly left the room.

Now it was just him and the foreigner.

"How dare you think of somebody else, while you fuck with me!". Now he understood what was going on, he had probably said Bakura's name, while, thinking of him. "I didn't, I …" but his sentence was cut by a hard slap on his face. "Ugh…." His lip split and blood ran down his chin. Marik turned his head up and licked his wounded lip, while he observed the foreigner. "Explain yourself!" he demanded "why, the fuck do you think of someone else, while I fuck you!". He wasn't sure, what was going on here. Was he so mad, that he was in his fantasies with someone else, or was he mad, because there was something more in this?

"Do you like him?!" now that caught him by surprise. Well… yes, he liked him, he wanted to fuck that Thief over and over again, but what did he care. "Start talking, Marik!" he decided, he should lie "no, he is just my bodyguard". Now Gabriel's face twisted in un ugly grimace, he lifted his hand and slapped him once more "don't you lie to me!" he shouted. He unbuckled his belt and took it off. He stood up and towered over him, Marik watched in horror. "I will teach you, of whom you should think, while you are with me!" he lifted his hand and the belt cut through the air. Marik curled up to the side and the belt landed on his shoulder, he screamed in pain.

"Never, ever say anybody else's name, while you are with me!" the belt struck merciless on his skin, ripping it, blood flew through the air and Marik's heart breaking cries didn't stop Gabriel from focusing his fury completely on him. No spot on his body was spared, his legs, chest, back, belly, neck, arms … Marik was choking on his own tears and saliva, his screams were bouncing off of the walls filling the room with endless sorrow, but the belt kept on landing on his already on fire skin.

At some point the foreigner threw the belt to the side and pinned his arms above his head. "LOOK AT ME!" Marik could barely open his eyes, tears were falling down his cheeks, his body was shaking, his breath was coming out in gasps. Gabriel slapped him several times across the face, bruising his cheek, making his nose bleed. "I said, LOOK AT ME!" Marik did so. "If you ever say his name in my presence again, I will rip you apart" all he could do is nod shakily. Gabriel's angry face twisted and he spat on him.

"Now, get of my sight!" Marik tried to get up, but his strength was gone. He leaned on his shaking hands, trying to normalize his breath. He tried once more to get up, but the pain from his wounds overwhelmed him and everything went dark before his eyes.