---Alright kiddies I'll be raising the rating on this story now. It be 'R' now.

And now for the chapter you've all been waiting for... Marik's evil plan!

Warnings: self-mutilation, rape

Disclaimer: I still say Takahashi stole my ideas... ---

Chapter Six

Cure for the Itch

Ryou lay awake in Malik's arm that night. The bedroom was dimly lit by the street light outside the window. It had been a quiet day and neither of the two teens had done much. Ryou had told Malik a lot about how Bakura abused him. He thought it would make him feel better to get it off his chest, but it didn't.

The ivory haired teen sighed. Something felt wrong. Bakura had always told him not tell anyone what he did or he would be severely punished. Ryou was afraid of the punishment - or he had been. Right now he felt like he needed it.

Ryou looked over at Malik, who was sleeping. He had disobeyed Bakura so many times today. Ryou could feel the fear running though his veins. What was he scared of? There was no one around to punish or hurt him.

But that's what he wanted.

He felt something deep inside him that wanted that pain - he wanted to be punished - and that's what scared him. He closed his eyes when he felt Malik stir. Malik rolled over and went back to sleep.

Ryou sat up, holding his head in his hands. He was so confused; his whole world was spinning. He ran his fingers though his hair, clenching some of his white locks in his fists. What was going on? Why was everything so screwed up? A single tear fell from his chocolate eyes. He quickly wiped it away.

Ryou quietly stood up and looked back to make sure Malik was still asleep. He sighed and let his feet carry him aimlessly though the house.

As soon as the ivory haired teen left the room, Marik opened his violet eyes and grinned.

Eventually, Ryou found himself in the kitchen. The thought of punishment was still fresh in his mind as his eyes fell softly on the knife holder. He walked over to it and gazed fondly at all the black handled knives. He reached out and gripped one of the black handles, pulling it out. It was a fairly good sized blade.

"I need to be punished," Ryou whispered to himself as he stared at the sliver blade. He repeated it again as he placed the cool blade to his arm. "I disobeyed Bakura... I need to be punished."

He slowly moved the knife down his arm and jumped as he felt a twinge of pain. He moved the knife away from him and looked down at his skin. He was sure he had cut, but there was nothing there. He replaced the knife and tried again. He flinched as he pressed the blade harder into his skin.

He moved the knife away and looked down at his arm again. There were a few small drops of blood beading from the cut, but nothing much. Ryou sighed in frustration and sank down to the kitchen floor with the knife. Why was this so hard? He placed the knife over the cut again and made a few quick slashes.

"My, my, Tenshi, why are you hurting yourself?"

Ryou looked up into Marik's cold eyes then down at the cut on his arm that was slowly bleeding. Tears came to his eyes.

"I-I needed to be punished." Ryou whispered, watching the blood.

"That spirit's got you trained well, doesn't he?" Marik chuckled, walking over to Ryou, "I wonder if I can break that."

Ryou looked up at the blonde confused. Marik simpered down at the teen as a tear escaped him and fell down his cheek. Marik kneeled down in front of Ryou, brushing the tear away. He then leaned over and licked the blood off of Ryou's arm.

"Mmm..." Marik sat up, licking his lips, "So sweet."

"M-Marik?" asked Ryou timidly, starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Shhh Tenshi," Marik placed one finger on Ryou's soft lips. He ran his other hand down Ryou's shirt and it disappeared in a puff of black smoke, revealing his scarred chest. Marik moved closer to the teen, pulling him into a kiss.

Ryou went ridged and his eyes widened. After a second he regained his senses and tried to push Marik off him. Marik pulled back in a fake pout.

"You'll kiss my Omote, but you won't kiss me?" Marik growled, "That makes me angry."

Marik smirked down at the boy. He leaned over him again, trailing his tongue down Ryou's neck to his chest.

"S-stop," Ryou pleaded, trying to get away.

"I'm a naughty boy, and I like to go naughty things," Marik drawled, his dark hands playing down Ryou's chest to his pants, "So I can't stop... I won't."

Marik ran his hands over Ryou's pants and they disappeared in another puff of smoke. Ryou squeaked and curled up in a ball to cover himself. Marik merely chuckled as the Millennium Rod appeared in his hand. He waved it over the boy's body. The Rod gleamed brightly and Ryou lost control. His arms and legs fell lifelessly to the floor.

"I bet you're tight like a virgin." Marik said, lifting up one of Ryou's pale legs. Ryou tried to struggle against the blonde, but the Rod was to powerful and he couldn't move at all.

"Marik... Stop it!" Ryou pleaded, thankful he could still use his mouth. Tears poured out of his eyes. But Marik only crawled over Ryou and kissed him again, this time forcing his tongue into the boy's mouth. Ryou glared at the blond and bit his tongue. Marik just grinned and bit Ryou back.

"You don't want me to stop," Marik said running his hands over himself, his own clothes disappeared. Ryou's eyes widened when he saw Marik's erection. Insanity flashed in Marik's dark violet eyes, "You'll warm up to it."

Marik parted Ryou's legs, settling himself between his thighs.

"You're about to fulfill my pleasure," laughed Marik. Ryou closed his eyes and bit his lip hard to keep from screaming as Marik entered him.

---And we'll leave it at that...---