Chapter 3
Warnings: smut, sex, very much OOC, swearing, blood, bondage, rape, that kind of stuff YES THERE IS SEX IN THIS CHAP! HOLY SHIT! IT'S A MIRACLE!!! Pairings: well...duh. You can probably figure that out. But I won't say, just in case I need a little suspense here!! MAJOR WARNING: this chapter is extremely explicit!! So not for kids!!! Okies that's enough warnings! Onward with the fic!
Marik came to, his head pounding hard and his eyes blurry. /Oh gods, I don't know where I am...but my head hurts too much and I don't care. I will just ...go back to sleep...yes.../ Marik suddenly realised his head was cushioned on something very soft, and that he was naked with a silk sheet half covering him. /What the.../
"Ah...Aaaah! Pharaoh! I waited for you...I wanted – aaaaah!! You feel so good..!" Bakura's voice came from a short distance away, sounding strained and slightly higher than normal.
Marik's eyes snapped open at the sound of Bakura's pleasured gasps and cries.
"You know I would never leave you...stranded in the desert..." Atemu's voice also sounded raspy and very strained.
Marik craned his neck to look around the room. He was in, what appeared to be, the Pharaoh's bath camber. It was a huge, rectangular, marble room with pillars standing in the corners. In the centre was a massive bath filled with warm water. Exotic, potted plants and cushions scattered the edges of the bath. A few concubines tittered near the doorway. Marik noted that there were no windows and the door was barred and locked. He tilted his head back and witnessed the Pharaoh in the middle of bringing Bakura to orgasm. Bakura was on his stomach, the Pharaoh kneeling between his knees and Bakura's hips in his hands. Bakura had one hand on the floor near his head and the other on his erection. Atemu thrust hard, one more time, into the platinum blonde. "Atemu!!" Bakura screamed as they both came nearly simultaneously.
"Oh gods..." Marik choked, rolling over. He was sickened to find his own erection. And even more so to feel what was undeniable jealousy. His stomach was nearly in his mouth, and he quickly swallowed the bile, his hand clamped over his lips. He pressed his face into a cushion and tried to reason with himself that he did NOT like what he had just seen.
"Thank you..." Bakura's voice came out dry and wispy as Atemu pulled out of him. He grinned psychotically at the Pharaoh as he laid himself down beside him.
"Ooh, Bakura, it seems as if our little friend is awake." The Pharaoh said in a sing-sing, yet evil voice. "And it looks like he needs a hand." Bakura lazily raised his head to look at Marik struggling with his hard-on and giggled.
Marik sat bolt upright when he heard Atemu. He shot a death glare at the both of them. The Pharaoh laughed under his breath, then slowly stood and strode towards Marik, stark naked. Marik scrambled to stand and determinedly held his gaze to the spiky head. The darker haired one quickly closed the distance between them and Marik hastily backed away from him.
"Aww, Bakura, look! He's confused...And it seems he's become a little aroused, too." The Pharaoh placed his hands on Marik's shoulders, leaned forward and licked the shell of his ear once. Marik shuddered and pushed Atemu away from him. The Pharaoh raised his eyebrows at his daring and gave him the 'Oooh-you're-naughty'look. "I think you need to cool off!" The Pharaoh shoved him backwards and he tripped into the bath.
Marik was shocked, needless to say, to find himself suddenly under water. Floating there, he opened his eyes and squinted through the swarm of bubbles around him. He watched an elegant pair of feet, ankles and legs slide into the water. Slim thighs, an uncircumcised penis and slender hips followed them. Marik jerked and starting swimming in the opposite direction. But the Pharaoh was too fast and grabbed the blonde underneath his arms and hauled him above water. Marik let out a cry of rage and beat his limbs furiously against the dark haired man. "Let go of me!! Let go of me, you corrupt fucker!"
The Pharaoh's eyes narrowed and burned and he threw Marik back down into the water with matched fury. Then he dragged him back up again by the throat. "Don't you ever," He growled through clenched teeth. "Insult your Pharaoh, desert filth." He shoved Marik, with surprising strength, against the wall of the bath. He motioned to the concubines and they immediately rushed forward with long, linen strips in their hands. They efficiently bound Marik's wrists to metal rings in the floor that seemed to have been placed there for this sole purpose. Marik shouted curses at them and struggled against the body pinning him. Atemu leaned close to the other's ear as the concubines skittered off, and he whispered, "Insolent fool," His tongue flicked out once again. "I'll fuck you so hard ...you won't be able to walk for weeks."
The Pharaoh began to part Marik's legs. "NO! NONONO!!" Marik screamed in protest, determinedly clamping his buttocks.
"STOP THAT!" The Pharaoh roared at him, fiercely grinding his hardening erection against the blonde's. Marik involuntarily moaned in response. "See...you like it..." Atemu's tone softened and he continued to rub against Marik, panting into his mouth.
"Stop this..." Marik said feebly. "I'll kill you...I'll kill you for this...mmm oh gods!!" The king pushed Marik's knees violently apart, taking his hips and tilting them forward with a wicked sneer. Not even bothering to stretch Marik with his fingers first, Atemu suddenly thrust his cock to the very hilt inside of him ("Oh, gods...you are so fucking tight!"). Marik opened his mouth in a silent scream. The Pharaoh pound into him again and again; he could feel himself and tearing and bleeding. White explosions of what should of felt like pain were blinding him. But he could not believe how much he was getting off on being raped by his enemy. He was fully aware of his impossibly hard cock rubbing against the Pharaoh's stomach and the water rising to caress his nipples every time the he thrust deeper inside of him. The dark haired one repeatedly hit Marik's prostate gland and his head was lifted into the clouds as delicious tension built in his groin and chest, his eyes rolling back, as an orgasm was building up inside of him. Atemu pushed as hard as he could into Marik, squeezed his eyes shut and silently came inside of him. Marik cried out as he came a few seconds later, Atemu pulling out of him. The Pharaoh drifted away from him and dunked under water. Marik tried to gather what the hell had just happened to him. His entire body was numb, cum and blood mingled in the water around him. The Pharaoh resurfaced, sweeping his hair back. Marik looked away from him, his breathing still hard, and hate and sexual attraction burning in him. The Pharaoh swam towards him and placed a slow, hot kiss on Marik's mouth. The blonde rubbed hungrily against the Pharaoh, still wanting more, but Atemu broke away from him and climbed out of the bath.
Not bothering to dry off, Atemu tied his robes around his waist and flounced off towards the door. He threw it open and yelled for the attention of his royal guards. "Take them to their chamber." He gesticulated towards the bleeding and panting Marik and the snoozing Bakura. Atemu then ordered the concubines to prepare his dinner and sleeping chambers and wandered down the hall, calling for Seth.
The guards rushed forward; a pair of them urging Bakura to his feet and into his clothes and binding his wrists together. The remaining three guards untied Marik's wrists, he immediately slumped forward into the water. They pulled him roughly out of the bath and told him to put his clothes on. The bound his wrists, as well, and ushered them from the room. Marik didn't even put up a fight.
Warnings: smut, sex, very much OOC, swearing, blood, bondage, rape, that kind of stuff YES THERE IS SEX IN THIS CHAP! HOLY SHIT! IT'S A MIRACLE!!! Pairings: well...duh. You can probably figure that out. But I won't say, just in case I need a little suspense here!! MAJOR WARNING: this chapter is extremely explicit!! So not for kids!!! Okies that's enough warnings! Onward with the fic!
Marik came to, his head pounding hard and his eyes blurry. /Oh gods, I don't know where I am...but my head hurts too much and I don't care. I will just ...go back to sleep...yes.../ Marik suddenly realised his head was cushioned on something very soft, and that he was naked with a silk sheet half covering him. /What the.../
"Ah...Aaaah! Pharaoh! I waited for you...I wanted – aaaaah!! You feel so good..!" Bakura's voice came from a short distance away, sounding strained and slightly higher than normal.
Marik's eyes snapped open at the sound of Bakura's pleasured gasps and cries.
"You know I would never leave you...stranded in the desert..." Atemu's voice also sounded raspy and very strained.
Marik craned his neck to look around the room. He was in, what appeared to be, the Pharaoh's bath camber. It was a huge, rectangular, marble room with pillars standing in the corners. In the centre was a massive bath filled with warm water. Exotic, potted plants and cushions scattered the edges of the bath. A few concubines tittered near the doorway. Marik noted that there were no windows and the door was barred and locked. He tilted his head back and witnessed the Pharaoh in the middle of bringing Bakura to orgasm. Bakura was on his stomach, the Pharaoh kneeling between his knees and Bakura's hips in his hands. Bakura had one hand on the floor near his head and the other on his erection. Atemu thrust hard, one more time, into the platinum blonde. "Atemu!!" Bakura screamed as they both came nearly simultaneously.
"Oh gods..." Marik choked, rolling over. He was sickened to find his own erection. And even more so to feel what was undeniable jealousy. His stomach was nearly in his mouth, and he quickly swallowed the bile, his hand clamped over his lips. He pressed his face into a cushion and tried to reason with himself that he did NOT like what he had just seen.
"Thank you..." Bakura's voice came out dry and wispy as Atemu pulled out of him. He grinned psychotically at the Pharaoh as he laid himself down beside him.
"Ooh, Bakura, it seems as if our little friend is awake." The Pharaoh said in a sing-sing, yet evil voice. "And it looks like he needs a hand." Bakura lazily raised his head to look at Marik struggling with his hard-on and giggled.
Marik sat bolt upright when he heard Atemu. He shot a death glare at the both of them. The Pharaoh laughed under his breath, then slowly stood and strode towards Marik, stark naked. Marik scrambled to stand and determinedly held his gaze to the spiky head. The darker haired one quickly closed the distance between them and Marik hastily backed away from him.
"Aww, Bakura, look! He's confused...And it seems he's become a little aroused, too." The Pharaoh placed his hands on Marik's shoulders, leaned forward and licked the shell of his ear once. Marik shuddered and pushed Atemu away from him. The Pharaoh raised his eyebrows at his daring and gave him the 'Oooh-you're-naughty'look. "I think you need to cool off!" The Pharaoh shoved him backwards and he tripped into the bath.
Marik was shocked, needless to say, to find himself suddenly under water. Floating there, he opened his eyes and squinted through the swarm of bubbles around him. He watched an elegant pair of feet, ankles and legs slide into the water. Slim thighs, an uncircumcised penis and slender hips followed them. Marik jerked and starting swimming in the opposite direction. But the Pharaoh was too fast and grabbed the blonde underneath his arms and hauled him above water. Marik let out a cry of rage and beat his limbs furiously against the dark haired man. "Let go of me!! Let go of me, you corrupt fucker!"
The Pharaoh's eyes narrowed and burned and he threw Marik back down into the water with matched fury. Then he dragged him back up again by the throat. "Don't you ever," He growled through clenched teeth. "Insult your Pharaoh, desert filth." He shoved Marik, with surprising strength, against the wall of the bath. He motioned to the concubines and they immediately rushed forward with long, linen strips in their hands. They efficiently bound Marik's wrists to metal rings in the floor that seemed to have been placed there for this sole purpose. Marik shouted curses at them and struggled against the body pinning him. Atemu leaned close to the other's ear as the concubines skittered off, and he whispered, "Insolent fool," His tongue flicked out once again. "I'll fuck you so hard ...you won't be able to walk for weeks."
The Pharaoh began to part Marik's legs. "NO! NONONO!!" Marik screamed in protest, determinedly clamping his buttocks.
"STOP THAT!" The Pharaoh roared at him, fiercely grinding his hardening erection against the blonde's. Marik involuntarily moaned in response. "See...you like it..." Atemu's tone softened and he continued to rub against Marik, panting into his mouth.
"Stop this..." Marik said feebly. "I'll kill you...I'll kill you for this...mmm oh gods!!" The king pushed Marik's knees violently apart, taking his hips and tilting them forward with a wicked sneer. Not even bothering to stretch Marik with his fingers first, Atemu suddenly thrust his cock to the very hilt inside of him ("Oh, gods...you are so fucking tight!"). Marik opened his mouth in a silent scream. The Pharaoh pound into him again and again; he could feel himself and tearing and bleeding. White explosions of what should of felt like pain were blinding him. But he could not believe how much he was getting off on being raped by his enemy. He was fully aware of his impossibly hard cock rubbing against the Pharaoh's stomach and the water rising to caress his nipples every time the he thrust deeper inside of him. The dark haired one repeatedly hit Marik's prostate gland and his head was lifted into the clouds as delicious tension built in his groin and chest, his eyes rolling back, as an orgasm was building up inside of him. Atemu pushed as hard as he could into Marik, squeezed his eyes shut and silently came inside of him. Marik cried out as he came a few seconds later, Atemu pulling out of him. The Pharaoh drifted away from him and dunked under water. Marik tried to gather what the hell had just happened to him. His entire body was numb, cum and blood mingled in the water around him. The Pharaoh resurfaced, sweeping his hair back. Marik looked away from him, his breathing still hard, and hate and sexual attraction burning in him. The Pharaoh swam towards him and placed a slow, hot kiss on Marik's mouth. The blonde rubbed hungrily against the Pharaoh, still wanting more, but Atemu broke away from him and climbed out of the bath.
Not bothering to dry off, Atemu tied his robes around his waist and flounced off towards the door. He threw it open and yelled for the attention of his royal guards. "Take them to their chamber." He gesticulated towards the bleeding and panting Marik and the snoozing Bakura. Atemu then ordered the concubines to prepare his dinner and sleeping chambers and wandered down the hall, calling for Seth.
The guards rushed forward; a pair of them urging Bakura to his feet and into his clothes and binding his wrists together. The remaining three guards untied Marik's wrists, he immediately slumped forward into the water. They pulled him roughly out of the bath and told him to put his clothes on. The bound his wrists, as well, and ushered them from the room. Marik didn't even put up a fight.