A/N: You know what, I know I haven't updated this in like, a year. My only explanations as to why are the fact that my family had some major issues, I stopped watching the show, and ultimately lost interest in this story. Then I got a review the other day from somebody begging me to finish this story and I was like "What the hell, why not?" so here it is. This chapter contains sort of an abstract lemon...not really too graphic, but there nevertheless. Anyway, I'm gonna shut up now. MoonbeamMarik'skoi4456, this one's for you.
"Now, pay attention because I'm only going to tell you once." Marik whispered softly into my ear.
I didn't say anything.
"Go into the next room, get under the covers, and wait for me." He cupped my chin in his hand and looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds. Then he turned and walked out the way we had come.
I walked through the other door. It led to a room filled with candles. In the middle of the room was a large bed with satin sheets. I walked over to it and lay down. I needed some time to think. What had I just agreed to do? I said I'd help him with.....something. I didn't know what. What would he make me do? I knew he would probably hurt me, but then again, what was a little pain compared to everything I'd been through?
I was going to help him get the Millennium Items, that much I knew. But how? How were we going to get them? I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to help him. But, I didn't want to leave either. Did I really love him, or not? I wasn't sure. What I was sure about was that I was extremely tired, exhausted. My head was beginning to sink into the pillow .....my eyelids were too heavy to keep open.....maybe I would just close them for a second.....
"GET UP!"
I was jerked out of my peaceful slumber by the return of Marik.
He sat down beside me on the bed "I don't believe I told you to fall asleep!" He gently stroked my cheek with one hand. Then, without warning, he grabbed my hair with both hands and yanked my head back. "You disobeyed me again!"
I screamed in pain.
"SHUT UP!"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Crying again. Why couldn't I stop crying? I tried to say something, but my throat wouldn't work. Why couldn't he understand me?
"Now listen, this is your last chance!" He twisted my head around to look at him again. "Get under the covers...and get this stuff off!" He started tugging on my shirt.
I slowly pulled it off, closing my eyes. All I had to do was pretend that it was 5,000 years ago, and everything would be okay...maybe.
He slowly traced a pattern across my chest with his fingers, over the scars and the bruises, lovingly...as though he cared. But I wasn't going to be fooled by that. Not this time.
But he kept going. He slid his hands under my head and lifted it towards him. My eyes were closed, but I could feel his breath getting closer and closer. A shock ran through my body the moment his lips touched mine...not a bad shock...not bad at all...my lips parted and he pulled me closer still, flicking his tongue in and out of my mouth. The kiss deepened more and more, until finally I pushed away, gasping for air. Not like it would have mattered, but still...his hands made their way down my body, loving every inch of me, and I was still hesitant...and a little afraid. But I didn't pull away. How could I? His arms encircled me, and he brought his lips down on my shoulder, gently nipping at my skin. I felt a chill rush through me, and I shivered. I was getting goose bumps, but it wasn't from being cold.
5,000 years ago, I would have been in ecstasy right now. 5,000 years ago, I would have been moaning in pleasure, and savoring the feel of his lips on my skin. So why should it be any different now? I brought my hands up to his head, and began running my fingers through his hair. In return, he touched me all over, touching, kissing, licking, biting...and I found myself touching him back. Touching and kissing, and feeling every inch of him, remembering. Remembering when he used to hold me like this, and want me like this, and love me like this, and when I used to love him just as much and want him just as badly. And now he was here again, and loving me just the same way. The room was humming, harder and harder. I opened my eyes and saw only blurred shapes, the ceiling, the walls, the floor, were all flying away and all that remained was me...and him. I twisted his hair with my hands, arching my back, and we were rolling together, holding onto each other, sweating and screaming, emotions overflowing...and then it was over, and he wrapped me up in his arms and lay down on the bed, pulling me with him. I kept my eyes closed and buried my face in his chest, kissing his skin gently before falling asleep.
And from that moment on, he had me.
A/N: And that, my friends, is the story of Marik and Tiera. Not a happy ending. Not a sad ending really. Not the way I had planned to end it at all, but it worked. There will be no more of this story, probably no more Yugioh fanfics too. If you're interested, go read my Lord of the Rings stories, which suck a whole lot less than this did. Happy reading!
"Now, pay attention because I'm only going to tell you once." Marik whispered softly into my ear.
I didn't say anything.
"Go into the next room, get under the covers, and wait for me." He cupped my chin in his hand and looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds. Then he turned and walked out the way we had come.
I walked through the other door. It led to a room filled with candles. In the middle of the room was a large bed with satin sheets. I walked over to it and lay down. I needed some time to think. What had I just agreed to do? I said I'd help him with.....something. I didn't know what. What would he make me do? I knew he would probably hurt me, but then again, what was a little pain compared to everything I'd been through?
I was going to help him get the Millennium Items, that much I knew. But how? How were we going to get them? I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to help him. But, I didn't want to leave either. Did I really love him, or not? I wasn't sure. What I was sure about was that I was extremely tired, exhausted. My head was beginning to sink into the pillow .....my eyelids were too heavy to keep open.....maybe I would just close them for a second.....
"GET UP!"
I was jerked out of my peaceful slumber by the return of Marik.
He sat down beside me on the bed "I don't believe I told you to fall asleep!" He gently stroked my cheek with one hand. Then, without warning, he grabbed my hair with both hands and yanked my head back. "You disobeyed me again!"
I screamed in pain.
"SHUT UP!"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Crying again. Why couldn't I stop crying? I tried to say something, but my throat wouldn't work. Why couldn't he understand me?
"Now listen, this is your last chance!" He twisted my head around to look at him again. "Get under the covers...and get this stuff off!" He started tugging on my shirt.
I slowly pulled it off, closing my eyes. All I had to do was pretend that it was 5,000 years ago, and everything would be okay...maybe.
He slowly traced a pattern across my chest with his fingers, over the scars and the bruises, lovingly...as though he cared. But I wasn't going to be fooled by that. Not this time.
But he kept going. He slid his hands under my head and lifted it towards him. My eyes were closed, but I could feel his breath getting closer and closer. A shock ran through my body the moment his lips touched mine...not a bad shock...not bad at all...my lips parted and he pulled me closer still, flicking his tongue in and out of my mouth. The kiss deepened more and more, until finally I pushed away, gasping for air. Not like it would have mattered, but still...his hands made their way down my body, loving every inch of me, and I was still hesitant...and a little afraid. But I didn't pull away. How could I? His arms encircled me, and he brought his lips down on my shoulder, gently nipping at my skin. I felt a chill rush through me, and I shivered. I was getting goose bumps, but it wasn't from being cold.
5,000 years ago, I would have been in ecstasy right now. 5,000 years ago, I would have been moaning in pleasure, and savoring the feel of his lips on my skin. So why should it be any different now? I brought my hands up to his head, and began running my fingers through his hair. In return, he touched me all over, touching, kissing, licking, biting...and I found myself touching him back. Touching and kissing, and feeling every inch of him, remembering. Remembering when he used to hold me like this, and want me like this, and love me like this, and when I used to love him just as much and want him just as badly. And now he was here again, and loving me just the same way. The room was humming, harder and harder. I opened my eyes and saw only blurred shapes, the ceiling, the walls, the floor, were all flying away and all that remained was me...and him. I twisted his hair with my hands, arching my back, and we were rolling together, holding onto each other, sweating and screaming, emotions overflowing...and then it was over, and he wrapped me up in his arms and lay down on the bed, pulling me with him. I kept my eyes closed and buried my face in his chest, kissing his skin gently before falling asleep.
And from that moment on, he had me.
A/N: And that, my friends, is the story of Marik and Tiera. Not a happy ending. Not a sad ending really. Not the way I had planned to end it at all, but it worked. There will be no more of this story, probably no more Yugioh fanfics too. If you're interested, go read my Lord of the Rings stories, which suck a whole lot less than this did. Happy reading!