Marik stared at the new chylde. "You are stupid," he whispered
threateningly.
Ryou looked at him with wide eyes. He had awoken to the sight of the blond very near his face. "Wh-what do you want?"
"Why don't you run?"
"I don't know how to--"
"--survive. You are stupid."
"Master says that to Bakura a lot."
Marik smacked him hard across the face. "I am nothing like him."
"Why are you so angry?" Ryou asked without thinking.
"Why?!" Marik shook with anger, grabbing the boy and pushing him against the tree. "I am. That is why."
A sob erupted from Ryou's throat as Marik ran a knife down Ryou's chest. "Please stop," he begged, beginning to push Marik back.
"Beauty makes you weak, Ryou. I know it doesn't hurt. Master is going to keep you whether you're pretty or not." He pushed Ryou down on the ground and climbed on top of him. "You know why? Because he doesn't see beauty. He sees a semi-warm body to hurt. But you won't die. You will know death, but you don't get that kind of comfort. Only sleep." He took Ryou's face in his hands and stared at it. "You're like a pretty doll. Like a little white elf." He brushed the boy's white locks away to reveal his quite human ears. "Just a little boy? A concubine? You have no interesting story." He began to pull the see-through blue robe off his shoulders.
"Where--where is B-Bakura?" he trembled.
"With Master." Marik narrowed his eyes at the boy. "Why do you ask?"
"He...he sounded like he didn't want you...with me..."
Marik laughed coldly. "You won't tell him, will you?"
Ryou shook his head quickly. "N-no..."
"Good," he purred, pulling Ryou flat on the ground. He kissed the boys neck on his teeth holes. "Here, let me fix that," he whispered, licking the boy, allowing his healing saliva to scar the wound.
"How...?"
"Vampire's bring death and vampires bring life," he chanted softly into the boys ear, pulling open the robe fully. "Such a pretty body," he said, amused. Ryou felt a blush form on his cheeks and suddenly he wanted Marik to compliment him again. Staring up at the vampire, he felt a sudden flutter in his chest, wanting him badly. He threw his arms around Marik's neck, pulling him closer.
"You want me?" Marik whispered, smiling. "Good."
Ryou's hands slide down his back and stopped suddenly when it reached the imprint scars. He sucked in a strangled breath.
"Yes, I know it's there," Marik said coldly, biting into Ryou's shoulder. He sat up after taking a brief drink, loosening his pants.
Ryou jumped up, pressing his lips against Marik. "Please..." he murmured. Marik's eyes widened, surprised. He had never been kissed before. Ryou tilted his head, running his tongue over Marik's slightly parted lips. He teased him, begging him to open up more. Marik took the boy's face in his hand, bringing him closer. He moaned, pulling him close to him, urgently pressing his tongue into Ryou's mouth. Their tongues went over each other in each of their first kiss. "Please," Ryou moaned, stopping for a second.
"Please what?" Marik moaned, rolling onto his side, pulling Ryou with him. He started kissing at Ryou's neck, savoring his still young and slightly warm body.
"Protect me," he whispered. "I will give you anything. I promise."
"Protect you from *what*?" Marik stared at Ryou, having stopped kissing him.
"Take care of me. Like what Bakura does for you."
Marik grabbed a small lock of Ryou's hair and ripped it from his scalp. He wound the lock of white hair up and shoved it in a pouch. "Bakura does what he does for me because he loves me. How can you ask me to love you? You don't love me. Bakura does and I don't love him. I CAN'T love. Understand?" He pulled Ryou back to him, pulling him on his lap, pressing himself into his body. Ryou closed his eyes but didn't scream as Marik took what he wanted from the boy without agreeing to the promise. He pressed into Ryou, moaning, eyes closed.
Ryou pulled Marik's hands and placed them on his waist. He began to work a pace for Marik. "You like this, don't you, Marik? Remember, I'm a concubine. I know how to make you feel good. Really good."
Marik pushed into Ryou as deep as he could, eyes shut tight, moaning loudly.
~~~
"I want a fairy!" Yami demanded.
Kaitio kicked at the cage that contained the odd-looking slave they had acquire yesterday. "I bought you a slave. You said you wanted it."
"I want a flying elf!" Yami demanded, throwing a plate at the cage. It shattered and the man woke up, grabbing at the cage bars, ready to fight.
Kaitio stepped away from the cage and sat down in his throne. "Honestly, Yami, you're never happy, are you?" He turned a small bag of gold pieces in his hands. "I thought you hated elves."
"But a flying elf? I've been told they're beautiful. Nothing like that damn plaf Yugi has!"
"'That damn plaf,' as you so quaintly put it, is a good servant. What you are asking is for me to track down some mythical beast so you can sleep with it?"
"I don't want to sleep with it! I want a pet!"
"Get a cat," Kaitio slammed down the bag and stood up. He doubled over before he made a step, coughing. Several servants and slaves rushed to his aid, making sure he didn't fall.
"Father?!" Yami stood up, alarmed. A slave ran past Yami, grabbing his water glass. Yami grabbed it back. "Give me that!"
"He needs it!" the slave insisted.
Yami let go of it and rushed to the group. "Father, what's wrong?"
The coughing ended and several of the slaves backed off, letting Yami see his father being held up by several of his most trusted servants. He seemed pale and unsteady on his feet. "Y-Yami..." he said softly, breathing heavily. "C-come here..." he motioned for Yami to join him. He placed his arm loosely around Yami's waist. "Yami, make sure Yugi is alright. I need to lie down."
"What's going on?" Yami asked, worried.
"I'm just...tired. I need to lie down," he whispered.
Yami grabbed his father's hand. "Make sure he is well taken care of," he said the men helping him out of the room. He stood there watching them, worried.
~~~
Yugi rolled over, yawning. It was morning. He stretched and sat up. He looked around the room, hoping that Kaiba wasn't up yet. That's when he noticed the body lying next to him on top of the blankets. "Kaiba," he said delighted, climbing out of the blankets and lying down next to Kaiba. "I love you," he whispered, wrapping his arms around him and lying his head on his chest.
Kaiba moaned and rolled a bit. He glanced up Yugi. He gasped. "Yugi, I-- "
"You slept in my bed with me," Yugi said softly, stifling a yawn. "You fell asleep finishing the story."
"Yugi, did you...last night, did you...kiss me?"
"Y-yes...please don't be mad. I love you, Kaiba. I want your hand in marriage. Please." Yugi sat up, his hands lightly holding Kaiba's shoulders, gazing at him.
Kaiba looked away. "Please don't ask me that, Yugi. I don't deserve it."
"Oh, but I love you!" Yugi said, hugging himself close to Kaiba.
Kaiba petted the boy's silky hair. "I will marry you," he finally answered, hiding his feeling to cry.
Yugi stared up at Kaiba with shining eyes of joy. Suddenly, Yugi was pressing his lips against Kaiba's into a kiss. Kaiba blinked in surprise, unsure of what to do. He carefully placed his hands on Yugi's shoulders, pulling him a bit closer. He kissed the young prince back, but very carefully.
Yami walked in then, caught by a very striking sight. "What's going on?"
Yugi broke from Kaiba and looked down. "Nothing," he whispered.
"Nothing? This doesn't look like nothing!" He pulled Yugi away from the elf, his eyes narrowing at Kaiba. "Don't you DARE touch him again!"
"I didn't--" Kaiba began, backing away from Yami. He shook his head, denying trying to hurt the young prince. "I didn't--" he tried again, but Yami put his hand up to silence him.
"My father will hear about this. There is no excuse!" He picked Yugi up and held him tightly.
"Stop it, Yami!" Yugi shrieked. "You're hurting me!" He fought against Yami, begging him to stop. "Let go of me!" he screamed.
Yami dropped Yugi and pushed him out of the way. "You will pay for this, Kaiba!"
"I didn't do anything!" Kaiba screamed, backing himself completely against the far wall.
Yami started towards Kaiba, knife in hand, when Yugi grabbed his hand, and with all his might, pulled Yami back. "Stop!" he screamed, breathless.
Yami felled backwards on top of Yugi and Yugi screamed briefly then fell silent. Kaiba swallowed, unable to hear anything but their heavy breathing. From that, he heard Yugi begin to sob and he rushed over. "Yugi, are you--" he gasped, shocked by the sight. Yami laid on top of Yugi, eyes closed, but obviously conscience. Yugi laid flat on his back, eyes and mouth open, shocked. The knife, held in Yami's right hand, was stabbed into Yugi's side.
~~~
Ryou looked at him with wide eyes. He had awoken to the sight of the blond very near his face. "Wh-what do you want?"
"Why don't you run?"
"I don't know how to--"
"--survive. You are stupid."
"Master says that to Bakura a lot."
Marik smacked him hard across the face. "I am nothing like him."
"Why are you so angry?" Ryou asked without thinking.
"Why?!" Marik shook with anger, grabbing the boy and pushing him against the tree. "I am. That is why."
A sob erupted from Ryou's throat as Marik ran a knife down Ryou's chest. "Please stop," he begged, beginning to push Marik back.
"Beauty makes you weak, Ryou. I know it doesn't hurt. Master is going to keep you whether you're pretty or not." He pushed Ryou down on the ground and climbed on top of him. "You know why? Because he doesn't see beauty. He sees a semi-warm body to hurt. But you won't die. You will know death, but you don't get that kind of comfort. Only sleep." He took Ryou's face in his hands and stared at it. "You're like a pretty doll. Like a little white elf." He brushed the boy's white locks away to reveal his quite human ears. "Just a little boy? A concubine? You have no interesting story." He began to pull the see-through blue robe off his shoulders.
"Where--where is B-Bakura?" he trembled.
"With Master." Marik narrowed his eyes at the boy. "Why do you ask?"
"He...he sounded like he didn't want you...with me..."
Marik laughed coldly. "You won't tell him, will you?"
Ryou shook his head quickly. "N-no..."
"Good," he purred, pulling Ryou flat on the ground. He kissed the boys neck on his teeth holes. "Here, let me fix that," he whispered, licking the boy, allowing his healing saliva to scar the wound.
"How...?"
"Vampire's bring death and vampires bring life," he chanted softly into the boys ear, pulling open the robe fully. "Such a pretty body," he said, amused. Ryou felt a blush form on his cheeks and suddenly he wanted Marik to compliment him again. Staring up at the vampire, he felt a sudden flutter in his chest, wanting him badly. He threw his arms around Marik's neck, pulling him closer.
"You want me?" Marik whispered, smiling. "Good."
Ryou's hands slide down his back and stopped suddenly when it reached the imprint scars. He sucked in a strangled breath.
"Yes, I know it's there," Marik said coldly, biting into Ryou's shoulder. He sat up after taking a brief drink, loosening his pants.
Ryou jumped up, pressing his lips against Marik. "Please..." he murmured. Marik's eyes widened, surprised. He had never been kissed before. Ryou tilted his head, running his tongue over Marik's slightly parted lips. He teased him, begging him to open up more. Marik took the boy's face in his hand, bringing him closer. He moaned, pulling him close to him, urgently pressing his tongue into Ryou's mouth. Their tongues went over each other in each of their first kiss. "Please," Ryou moaned, stopping for a second.
"Please what?" Marik moaned, rolling onto his side, pulling Ryou with him. He started kissing at Ryou's neck, savoring his still young and slightly warm body.
"Protect me," he whispered. "I will give you anything. I promise."
"Protect you from *what*?" Marik stared at Ryou, having stopped kissing him.
"Take care of me. Like what Bakura does for you."
Marik grabbed a small lock of Ryou's hair and ripped it from his scalp. He wound the lock of white hair up and shoved it in a pouch. "Bakura does what he does for me because he loves me. How can you ask me to love you? You don't love me. Bakura does and I don't love him. I CAN'T love. Understand?" He pulled Ryou back to him, pulling him on his lap, pressing himself into his body. Ryou closed his eyes but didn't scream as Marik took what he wanted from the boy without agreeing to the promise. He pressed into Ryou, moaning, eyes closed.
Ryou pulled Marik's hands and placed them on his waist. He began to work a pace for Marik. "You like this, don't you, Marik? Remember, I'm a concubine. I know how to make you feel good. Really good."
Marik pushed into Ryou as deep as he could, eyes shut tight, moaning loudly.
~~~
"I want a fairy!" Yami demanded.
Kaitio kicked at the cage that contained the odd-looking slave they had acquire yesterday. "I bought you a slave. You said you wanted it."
"I want a flying elf!" Yami demanded, throwing a plate at the cage. It shattered and the man woke up, grabbing at the cage bars, ready to fight.
Kaitio stepped away from the cage and sat down in his throne. "Honestly, Yami, you're never happy, are you?" He turned a small bag of gold pieces in his hands. "I thought you hated elves."
"But a flying elf? I've been told they're beautiful. Nothing like that damn plaf Yugi has!"
"'That damn plaf,' as you so quaintly put it, is a good servant. What you are asking is for me to track down some mythical beast so you can sleep with it?"
"I don't want to sleep with it! I want a pet!"
"Get a cat," Kaitio slammed down the bag and stood up. He doubled over before he made a step, coughing. Several servants and slaves rushed to his aid, making sure he didn't fall.
"Father?!" Yami stood up, alarmed. A slave ran past Yami, grabbing his water glass. Yami grabbed it back. "Give me that!"
"He needs it!" the slave insisted.
Yami let go of it and rushed to the group. "Father, what's wrong?"
The coughing ended and several of the slaves backed off, letting Yami see his father being held up by several of his most trusted servants. He seemed pale and unsteady on his feet. "Y-Yami..." he said softly, breathing heavily. "C-come here..." he motioned for Yami to join him. He placed his arm loosely around Yami's waist. "Yami, make sure Yugi is alright. I need to lie down."
"What's going on?" Yami asked, worried.
"I'm just...tired. I need to lie down," he whispered.
Yami grabbed his father's hand. "Make sure he is well taken care of," he said the men helping him out of the room. He stood there watching them, worried.
~~~
Yugi rolled over, yawning. It was morning. He stretched and sat up. He looked around the room, hoping that Kaiba wasn't up yet. That's when he noticed the body lying next to him on top of the blankets. "Kaiba," he said delighted, climbing out of the blankets and lying down next to Kaiba. "I love you," he whispered, wrapping his arms around him and lying his head on his chest.
Kaiba moaned and rolled a bit. He glanced up Yugi. He gasped. "Yugi, I-- "
"You slept in my bed with me," Yugi said softly, stifling a yawn. "You fell asleep finishing the story."
"Yugi, did you...last night, did you...kiss me?"
"Y-yes...please don't be mad. I love you, Kaiba. I want your hand in marriage. Please." Yugi sat up, his hands lightly holding Kaiba's shoulders, gazing at him.
Kaiba looked away. "Please don't ask me that, Yugi. I don't deserve it."
"Oh, but I love you!" Yugi said, hugging himself close to Kaiba.
Kaiba petted the boy's silky hair. "I will marry you," he finally answered, hiding his feeling to cry.
Yugi stared up at Kaiba with shining eyes of joy. Suddenly, Yugi was pressing his lips against Kaiba's into a kiss. Kaiba blinked in surprise, unsure of what to do. He carefully placed his hands on Yugi's shoulders, pulling him a bit closer. He kissed the young prince back, but very carefully.
Yami walked in then, caught by a very striking sight. "What's going on?"
Yugi broke from Kaiba and looked down. "Nothing," he whispered.
"Nothing? This doesn't look like nothing!" He pulled Yugi away from the elf, his eyes narrowing at Kaiba. "Don't you DARE touch him again!"
"I didn't--" Kaiba began, backing away from Yami. He shook his head, denying trying to hurt the young prince. "I didn't--" he tried again, but Yami put his hand up to silence him.
"My father will hear about this. There is no excuse!" He picked Yugi up and held him tightly.
"Stop it, Yami!" Yugi shrieked. "You're hurting me!" He fought against Yami, begging him to stop. "Let go of me!" he screamed.
Yami dropped Yugi and pushed him out of the way. "You will pay for this, Kaiba!"
"I didn't do anything!" Kaiba screamed, backing himself completely against the far wall.
Yami started towards Kaiba, knife in hand, when Yugi grabbed his hand, and with all his might, pulled Yami back. "Stop!" he screamed, breathless.
Yami felled backwards on top of Yugi and Yugi screamed briefly then fell silent. Kaiba swallowed, unable to hear anything but their heavy breathing. From that, he heard Yugi begin to sob and he rushed over. "Yugi, are you--" he gasped, shocked by the sight. Yami laid on top of Yugi, eyes closed, but obviously conscience. Yugi laid flat on his back, eyes and mouth open, shocked. The knife, held in Yami's right hand, was stabbed into Yugi's side.
~~~