A/N – Just would like to thank the authors who reviewed my work. Also, I decided to write the rape scene myself so pardon me if it sucks 'k?

Disclaimer – I DO NOT OWN SHAMAN KING, -sighs- 'tho I wish I did.

Recap

Marco smirked and advanced on HoroHoro, who by this time was quite frankly scared witless. Marco chuckled and said, "Don't look so afraid it won't be that bad if you cooperate."

At this HoroHoro seemed to snap out of it and spat out "Me? Cooperate? Never!"

"Hmmm…we'll see about that."

"No way in hell, you fuckin' bastard!" spat out HoroHoro as he saw Marco advance.

Marco ignored him as he grabbed a cow whip that was lying on the table next to HoroHoro. He walked back a little ways and started to hit HoroHoro.

"You will do as I say without protest if you want to survive this month, understand!" Marco said as he hit HoroHoro across the chest twice and thrice on each leg.

HoroHoro didn't respond, just gritted his teeth to stop from crying out because of the pain.

"Do you understand?" Marco asked, once again, as he whipped HoroHoro in the lower regions.

HoroHoro went wide-eyed and let out one quiet whimper and then went limp.

'Hmmm…guess he couldn't take the pain' were Marco's thoughts as he moved HoroHoro to a guest room and tied his arms and legs to the bedposts.

Hours Later

As HoroHoro came to he felt an excruciating pain in his lower regions and remembered what had occurred.

'That fuckin' bastard, I can't wait to get free and kill him in the most painful way,' HoroHoro tried to test the ropes, but couldn't move. A few minutes later he heard footsteps coming down the hall to the door. The door opened and Marco stepped in.

"I see you're awake, took you long enough."

HoroHoro didn't answer, just glared, and renewed his attempts at freeing himself.

"That's not going to do you any good, those ropes were especially designed for shamans to drain their mana and leave them weak," Marco smirked and started to advance, "I see you've decided to be good and cooperate, that's good I wouldn't want to hurt your pretty little face when I'm taking you, now would I?"

As he heard those words HoroHoro stopped all movement and stared wide-eyed at Marco.

Marco just sneered and kept advancing until he hovered right over HoroHoro. Marco grabbed HoroHoro's chin and forced him to look at him. Marco pressed their lips together, forced HoroHoro to open his mouth and slipped his tongue into HoroHoro's mouth exploiting every part of it. At this HoroHoro started to struggle and scream, but immediately stilled when Marco slapped him.

Marco coldly said, "If you want this to be as painless as possible you better listen to what I say, understand?"

HoroHoro just whimpered, but then bit his lip.

"Don't struggle again or I'll do something worse than slap you" was his only warning before Marco kissed him. HoroHoro grudgingly resigned to Marco's ministrations in fear of what would happen if he retaliated.

Marco broke the kiss and moved on to his neck, where he harshly bit down on the juncture between his head and neck making HoroHoro cry out in pain.

"Did that hurt? I'm sorry" was Marco's sarcastic remark before he continued down to his abdomen and biting harshly down on his navel, causing HoroHoro to hiss at the painful sensation.

Marco smirked and said, "If you think that hurt, just wait until the main event." Marco moved off HoroHoro and removed his shirt and pants, then untied HoroHoro's legs. He moved over and covered HoroHoro's body with his own, before putting HoroHoro's legs over his shoulders and thrusting in deeply.

HoroHoro wasn't able to hold back his scream of pain and the tears that started.

Marco trembled; HoroHoro's body was tight and obviously unused. He pulled out only to thrust back in harder than before, the heat and friction around his cock increasing. He continued his fast pace, thrusting in hard and deep.

HoroHoro, who'd been trying to hold back the tears and screams couldn't and screamed every time Marco slammed back in to HoroHoro's tight, hot, bloody passage. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to HoroHoro, Marco thrust in as far in and as deeply as he could and released his seed.

Marco slumped over HoroHoro's body as he waited for the aftershock of his orgasm to subside. When he regained his strength he moved off HoroHoro and untied his wrists, which had started bleeding. Then dressed himself and left HoroHoro crying and curled up under the bloody sheets.