Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh! Waaaaa! I do have lots, and lots, and lots of sketches of Marik and Malik that I've been doing while I was sick, though.
Ohhh, and I've got another quote I'd like to put on my bio, but it would ruin the whole hyper-ness.
"Never sleep, Never Die." -Evenescence
Scaryness, ne? Well, that's me!
Rating is going up!!!! Whoop, whoop, whoop! This story will very shortly be an R fic. I am telling up this in case you do not like R fics. I really don't want to annoy anyone. In this chapter, there will be abuse, and there also will be a lime! Yep, my first lime! That means boy x boy sex. If you do not like it, why are you reading this story? I said in the summary it was Yaoi.
Oh, and sorry peoples, but it's not between Ryou and Bakura. I bet you can guess who, though!
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Marik = Malik
Marik = Marik
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Ryou woke up and experienced a feeling of disorientation as soon as he woke up. He opened his eyes to a sloping wooden roof, lit by a few candles which had burnt down to only an inch or so. One side of him felt warm, the other mildly cold. He figured the cold side was Bakura, but what was the warm side? And how did he get here? The last thing he remembered was flying over the water with Bakura. Damn, he must have fallen asleep. He must have been really tired. So, this must be another part of Bakuras castle. By that still left the question, who or what was on his other side?
Ryou turned over and almost laughed. In fact, he did let out a little giggle. Who would have thought that vampires kept cats?! There were two cats curled up beside him, one a cinnamon colored cat with a dark brown tail and face, and one a bluish white cat with grey points. As he giggled again, the cats opened their eyes and glared at his sleepily. Ryou cautiously reached out a have and stroke the cinnamon colored one, and it lay its head back down to sleep. The whitish one continued to glare at him for a while before it, too, went back to sleep.
"I see you've stolen my cats, boy." Ryou turned over again and saw that Bakura had woken up and was on his side, looking at Ryou.
"I didn't mean to! I think it's because I'm warm."
Bakura sighed. "Figures. You look after a cat for three years, and then it abandons you at day just because someone else is warmer. That's cats for you." Bakura leaned over Ryou and stoked the whitish one. "That one's name is Kali, and she's a girl. The name is an Indian name for their goddess of chaos, and I think it suits her quite well, personally." Kali opened up one eyes and flicked her tail, and then closed her eye again. "The other one is Burman, because he is. I was never very good at making up names. What are you doing awake? It's still only about three."
"Sorry. I just woke up."
"Go back to sleep. I am." Bakura turned over onto his back again and closed his eyes. Ryou lay awake, looking at the cats. He noticed he could hear someone else breathing as well as him and the cats. He turned over and looked at Bakura. Yes, his chest was defiantly rising and falling. But why? Vampires don't need to breath, everyone knows that. Ryou looked away again, after he realized that he had been staring. Not that it mattered, Bakura was asleep.
Still, the fact that he was staring... It was worrying him. Maybe it was just because Bakura was an interesting character. That had to be it, Bakura was just too, too, aggressive for him. And it was obvious that Bakura did *not* feel anything for him. He was just a toy, or a nuisance. He sat up, and Kali jumped off the bed in annoyance. Sending a glare at Ryou that all but said 'stupid humans' she walked over to a trap door in the floor that Ryou hadn't seen earlier. She sat on top of it and waited.
Ryou quietly climbed out of bed, trying to make no noise, and gently pulled open the trapdoor. Kali ran down the steps and disappeared into the gloom. But it wasn't totally dark inside, faint light was coming through a sky light. Ryou carefully started down the steps and turned around to look at Bakura. He was still asleep.
Ryou lowered the trapdoor and walked down the rest of the steps. Once down the stairs he found himself in a long corridor filled with doors. He picked one at random and looked inside. The room was filled with metal sculptures, mostly of animals. Once that caught his eye was a giant leopard that came up to his waist, made out of now dulled bronze. Its eye's were sapphires, and its claws and teeth looked like they were made out of diamond. It should have been a beautiful thing, and it was, but it scared Ryou.
He backed out of the room and closed the door. The next door he opened led to another corridor, and Ryou stepped into it. He walked all the way along the next corridor that he found, and picked doors at random to look in. In one of them there were hundreds of paintings, covered so thickly in dust that they could barely be seen underneath all of it. Using his sleeve, Ryou wiped off some of the dust. One of the pictures was of the castle they were in, and so was the next one. So was the next.
The next picture was of a family, one that must have lived there many years ago. The father was dressed in clothes from the seventeenth century, or thereabouts. This castle was older than he had thought.
He moved onto the next room, a library. He tried to read one of the books, but the first one he opened crumbled into dust as he tried to turn the frail pages. The next book he picked up was in old English, and seemed to be a book about how to run a trading business. Ryou closed the book and walked to the next room.
He wandered through the rooms for the next few hours just looking around, until he noticed the sun was setting. He found a balcony facing west in one of the rooms and walked outside. The sky was stained red and gold, and all the clouds in the sky glowed bright red. A chill wind was blowing, and Ryou wrapped his arms around himself as he watched the sun go down.
For the first time since Bakura had caught him, he thought about his family. His mother was dead, and he had no brothers or sisters. His dad might worry about him, yes, but only briefly. He probably thought Ryou had finally moved out. He was sixteen, and his father wouldn't tell anyone that he had gone.
Well, he might have thrown a party.
*****Marik / Maliks POV *****
*****Warning! Pointless Lime! Whoop, whoop, whoop! *****
Marik laughed.
"I think he's looking for us, Malik."
"Ironic really. He's just a newbie and he thinks he can find me. Or us. Ha!" Marik looked towards the vampire. He just looked so tempting when he smirked like that. Too good to waste, really. He pulled Malik towards him and kissed him deeply, running his tongue along the outside of Maliks lips, and then pulled away.
"I think we've got better things to do, don't you?"
"Do we?" Malik smirked, pulling himself closer to Marik.
"Yes." Malik jumped into the air, and very slowly arrived at their castle. Actually, it was only about five minutes, but when Marik was twining himself around Malik, kissing him on the neck, it seemed a very, very long time indeed.
"Marik, will you stop doing that? It's making it kinda hard to fly straight...."
"I think it's just making you hard." Malik could feel Marik grin again against his neck, then he bit it gently. Malik moaned and forgot to flap his wings. They half flew, half dropped towards the sea, getting splashed with spray off the sea.
"That should cool you off." Said Malik, as Marik spluttered and tried to dry himself off on Maliks cape.
"That wasn't fair!"
"You fault."
"Why?!"
"You just can't keep your hands off me until we get home."
"It's your fault! You're too sexy!"
"I'm so sorry." Said Malik sarcastically, as they landed inside the bedroom window. As soon as Maliks wings had disappeared he wrapped himself around Marik, kissing him hungrily. Marik pulled away and pushed Malik, who fell back onto the bed. In less than a second, Marik was holding down his arms and sitting on top of him, kissing him again.
"I thought I was in charge?" Malik mumbled.
"Not this time, yami tenshi (dark angel)." Kneeling over him, Marik pulled off Maliks shirt and ran his hands down Maliks front. Suddenly Malik wrapped his legs around Mariks waist and flipped them, so that he was on top.
"But you're my slave..."
"Hey!"
"And you've got to do what I say." Malik leaned forward and pushed his lips against Mariks. Malik pulled Mariks shirt off and began undoing the button on his black jeans. Unfortunately Marik was still trying to get back on top, and this was making it difficult. In the end Malik pulled the leather belt off from around his waist and belted Mariks hands to one of the top posters of the bed. Marik glared.
"How come you always get all the fun?"
"I'm the master, and you should remember that." Malik undid the button on Mariks hips and pulled down the jeans and boxers in one go. "You're still wearing your shoes...."
"Congratulations. I would take them off, but I'm a little tied up at the moment."
"Very good."
"Thanks." Malik pulled Mariks shoes off, kicking his own off as well.
"Stupid shoes..." he muttered as he straddled Marik.
"Not my fault." Malik ran his hands down Mariks thighs, effective shutting him up. He moved his hands further up until they were just touching his arousal.
"Teaser."
"You know it." Marik moaned as Malik kissed down Mariks chest and stomach and took him in his mouth. Malik gently sucked and ran his tongue along the underside of Mariks cock, with one hand gently massaging the base.
Malik continued for a while, and then pulled away. Marik gave a little mew of protest.
"Now, who's in charge?"
"You! Will you stop with the whole power thing!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes dammit!"
"That's what I like to hear." Malik pulled his own jeans and boxers off and kneeled between Mariks legs, then reached up and undid the leather belt. Marik sat up and pushed against Malik, kissing him and slipping his tongue inside Maliks mouth. Malik pushed against him, wrapping his arms around Marik and pulling the two together.
He reached to the side of the bed and opened the draw in the bedside cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. He poured it over his hands, then went back and sat in the same position. As Marik leaned in for another kiss, he gently used the fingers on one hand to stretch Marik, and with the other rubbed lubricant on his erection. He gently entered Marik, glancing at the other for approval. Marik grimaced, but nodded. Malik pulled back out again and pushed in. Soon Marik was rocking with him, until Malik came into him, followed a second afterwards by Marik. They collapsed against each other, until Malik pulled out and lay down beside Marik, pulling the cover gently over them.
"Good slave."
"Hey!"
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Pointless lime time there! I figured I just have to get over my fear of writing Lime and write one, so I wrote one. It was not easy peoples. I kept going red, giggling and falling off my chair. Gosh, I wish I would grow up. Please someone tell me if there was anything that I could remedy in future limes!
Ryou's going to get in trouble.....
Ohhh, and I've got another quote I'd like to put on my bio, but it would ruin the whole hyper-ness.
"Never sleep, Never Die." -Evenescence
Scaryness, ne? Well, that's me!
Rating is going up!!!! Whoop, whoop, whoop! This story will very shortly be an R fic. I am telling up this in case you do not like R fics. I really don't want to annoy anyone. In this chapter, there will be abuse, and there also will be a lime! Yep, my first lime! That means boy x boy sex. If you do not like it, why are you reading this story? I said in the summary it was Yaoi.
Oh, and sorry peoples, but it's not between Ryou and Bakura. I bet you can guess who, though!
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Bakura = Ryou
Yami Marik = Malik
Marik = Marik
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Ryou woke up and experienced a feeling of disorientation as soon as he woke up. He opened his eyes to a sloping wooden roof, lit by a few candles which had burnt down to only an inch or so. One side of him felt warm, the other mildly cold. He figured the cold side was Bakura, but what was the warm side? And how did he get here? The last thing he remembered was flying over the water with Bakura. Damn, he must have fallen asleep. He must have been really tired. So, this must be another part of Bakuras castle. By that still left the question, who or what was on his other side?
Ryou turned over and almost laughed. In fact, he did let out a little giggle. Who would have thought that vampires kept cats?! There were two cats curled up beside him, one a cinnamon colored cat with a dark brown tail and face, and one a bluish white cat with grey points. As he giggled again, the cats opened their eyes and glared at his sleepily. Ryou cautiously reached out a have and stroke the cinnamon colored one, and it lay its head back down to sleep. The whitish one continued to glare at him for a while before it, too, went back to sleep.
"I see you've stolen my cats, boy." Ryou turned over again and saw that Bakura had woken up and was on his side, looking at Ryou.
"I didn't mean to! I think it's because I'm warm."
Bakura sighed. "Figures. You look after a cat for three years, and then it abandons you at day just because someone else is warmer. That's cats for you." Bakura leaned over Ryou and stoked the whitish one. "That one's name is Kali, and she's a girl. The name is an Indian name for their goddess of chaos, and I think it suits her quite well, personally." Kali opened up one eyes and flicked her tail, and then closed her eye again. "The other one is Burman, because he is. I was never very good at making up names. What are you doing awake? It's still only about three."
"Sorry. I just woke up."
"Go back to sleep. I am." Bakura turned over onto his back again and closed his eyes. Ryou lay awake, looking at the cats. He noticed he could hear someone else breathing as well as him and the cats. He turned over and looked at Bakura. Yes, his chest was defiantly rising and falling. But why? Vampires don't need to breath, everyone knows that. Ryou looked away again, after he realized that he had been staring. Not that it mattered, Bakura was asleep.
Still, the fact that he was staring... It was worrying him. Maybe it was just because Bakura was an interesting character. That had to be it, Bakura was just too, too, aggressive for him. And it was obvious that Bakura did *not* feel anything for him. He was just a toy, or a nuisance. He sat up, and Kali jumped off the bed in annoyance. Sending a glare at Ryou that all but said 'stupid humans' she walked over to a trap door in the floor that Ryou hadn't seen earlier. She sat on top of it and waited.
Ryou quietly climbed out of bed, trying to make no noise, and gently pulled open the trapdoor. Kali ran down the steps and disappeared into the gloom. But it wasn't totally dark inside, faint light was coming through a sky light. Ryou carefully started down the steps and turned around to look at Bakura. He was still asleep.
Ryou lowered the trapdoor and walked down the rest of the steps. Once down the stairs he found himself in a long corridor filled with doors. He picked one at random and looked inside. The room was filled with metal sculptures, mostly of animals. Once that caught his eye was a giant leopard that came up to his waist, made out of now dulled bronze. Its eye's were sapphires, and its claws and teeth looked like they were made out of diamond. It should have been a beautiful thing, and it was, but it scared Ryou.
He backed out of the room and closed the door. The next door he opened led to another corridor, and Ryou stepped into it. He walked all the way along the next corridor that he found, and picked doors at random to look in. In one of them there were hundreds of paintings, covered so thickly in dust that they could barely be seen underneath all of it. Using his sleeve, Ryou wiped off some of the dust. One of the pictures was of the castle they were in, and so was the next one. So was the next.
The next picture was of a family, one that must have lived there many years ago. The father was dressed in clothes from the seventeenth century, or thereabouts. This castle was older than he had thought.
He moved onto the next room, a library. He tried to read one of the books, but the first one he opened crumbled into dust as he tried to turn the frail pages. The next book he picked up was in old English, and seemed to be a book about how to run a trading business. Ryou closed the book and walked to the next room.
He wandered through the rooms for the next few hours just looking around, until he noticed the sun was setting. He found a balcony facing west in one of the rooms and walked outside. The sky was stained red and gold, and all the clouds in the sky glowed bright red. A chill wind was blowing, and Ryou wrapped his arms around himself as he watched the sun go down.
For the first time since Bakura had caught him, he thought about his family. His mother was dead, and he had no brothers or sisters. His dad might worry about him, yes, but only briefly. He probably thought Ryou had finally moved out. He was sixteen, and his father wouldn't tell anyone that he had gone.
Well, he might have thrown a party.
*****Marik / Maliks POV *****
*****Warning! Pointless Lime! Whoop, whoop, whoop! *****
Marik laughed.
"I think he's looking for us, Malik."
"Ironic really. He's just a newbie and he thinks he can find me. Or us. Ha!" Marik looked towards the vampire. He just looked so tempting when he smirked like that. Too good to waste, really. He pulled Malik towards him and kissed him deeply, running his tongue along the outside of Maliks lips, and then pulled away.
"I think we've got better things to do, don't you?"
"Do we?" Malik smirked, pulling himself closer to Marik.
"Yes." Malik jumped into the air, and very slowly arrived at their castle. Actually, it was only about five minutes, but when Marik was twining himself around Malik, kissing him on the neck, it seemed a very, very long time indeed.
"Marik, will you stop doing that? It's making it kinda hard to fly straight...."
"I think it's just making you hard." Malik could feel Marik grin again against his neck, then he bit it gently. Malik moaned and forgot to flap his wings. They half flew, half dropped towards the sea, getting splashed with spray off the sea.
"That should cool you off." Said Malik, as Marik spluttered and tried to dry himself off on Maliks cape.
"That wasn't fair!"
"You fault."
"Why?!"
"You just can't keep your hands off me until we get home."
"It's your fault! You're too sexy!"
"I'm so sorry." Said Malik sarcastically, as they landed inside the bedroom window. As soon as Maliks wings had disappeared he wrapped himself around Marik, kissing him hungrily. Marik pulled away and pushed Malik, who fell back onto the bed. In less than a second, Marik was holding down his arms and sitting on top of him, kissing him again.
"I thought I was in charge?" Malik mumbled.
"Not this time, yami tenshi (dark angel)." Kneeling over him, Marik pulled off Maliks shirt and ran his hands down Maliks front. Suddenly Malik wrapped his legs around Mariks waist and flipped them, so that he was on top.
"But you're my slave..."
"Hey!"
"And you've got to do what I say." Malik leaned forward and pushed his lips against Mariks. Malik pulled Mariks shirt off and began undoing the button on his black jeans. Unfortunately Marik was still trying to get back on top, and this was making it difficult. In the end Malik pulled the leather belt off from around his waist and belted Mariks hands to one of the top posters of the bed. Marik glared.
"How come you always get all the fun?"
"I'm the master, and you should remember that." Malik undid the button on Mariks hips and pulled down the jeans and boxers in one go. "You're still wearing your shoes...."
"Congratulations. I would take them off, but I'm a little tied up at the moment."
"Very good."
"Thanks." Malik pulled Mariks shoes off, kicking his own off as well.
"Stupid shoes..." he muttered as he straddled Marik.
"Not my fault." Malik ran his hands down Mariks thighs, effective shutting him up. He moved his hands further up until they were just touching his arousal.
"Teaser."
"You know it." Marik moaned as Malik kissed down Mariks chest and stomach and took him in his mouth. Malik gently sucked and ran his tongue along the underside of Mariks cock, with one hand gently massaging the base.
Malik continued for a while, and then pulled away. Marik gave a little mew of protest.
"Now, who's in charge?"
"You! Will you stop with the whole power thing!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes dammit!"
"That's what I like to hear." Malik pulled his own jeans and boxers off and kneeled between Mariks legs, then reached up and undid the leather belt. Marik sat up and pushed against Malik, kissing him and slipping his tongue inside Maliks mouth. Malik pushed against him, wrapping his arms around Marik and pulling the two together.
He reached to the side of the bed and opened the draw in the bedside cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. He poured it over his hands, then went back and sat in the same position. As Marik leaned in for another kiss, he gently used the fingers on one hand to stretch Marik, and with the other rubbed lubricant on his erection. He gently entered Marik, glancing at the other for approval. Marik grimaced, but nodded. Malik pulled back out again and pushed in. Soon Marik was rocking with him, until Malik came into him, followed a second afterwards by Marik. They collapsed against each other, until Malik pulled out and lay down beside Marik, pulling the cover gently over them.
"Good slave."
"Hey!"
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Pointless lime time there! I figured I just have to get over my fear of writing Lime and write one, so I wrote one. It was not easy peoples. I kept going red, giggling and falling off my chair. Gosh, I wish I would grow up. Please someone tell me if there was anything that I could remedy in future limes!
Ryou's going to get in trouble.....