Chains

A Yugioh Fanfiction

Chapter 6: Control

By: Legacy of Darkness

Genre: Romance/Angst

Rating: R (Rape, abuse, and lots of blood... )

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO or any of the characters... All I own is the plot and my collecting of graphic novels I don't have any YGO, though...

Warning: Rape, torture, abuse, pain, blood, and bad spelling... Sorry if you don't like this kinda stuff-- then again you wouldn't have been reading this far, ne?

My first lemon! A bit too graphic to post... but here it is anyway. If I'm kicked off the site, look for me as Yami No Matsuei Desendent of Darkness. I'm accepting flames for this chapter only.

Sorry it took so long to update. I was on mid-winter break and I guess I got lazy...

"This doesn't look too comfortable..."

Malik shuddered as a long, delicate finger traced a line down his burning arousal through his jeans. He bit down hard on his lower lip, holding back a moan. She had that much control over him.

"Let me help it go away."

Sumire continued to stroke him, as she slowly climbed on top of him. He didn't push her away. He was so easy to control in his condition. The brunette began to nip at the crook of the younger's neck, a place she had become quite fond of. She loved the little noises he made when she came in contact. Her hands moved up, along his body, over his shirt. She took her time unbottoning it. It gave her time to taste his golden skin. After she tossed is shirt aside, her palms went on manuvering over his hard chest, wanting, probing. A chill ran down his spine. Malik was losing himself in his heat. Her touch made him vulnareble. But why? Did she really have that much control over him? Was he that weak? Weak. Anzu's sobbing rang in his ears. He had brought her that pain, that dispear. She wasn't the weak one; he was. He was afraid of hurting her, so he pushed her away, only to accomplish want he had tried to avoid. Anzu was his weakness, not Sumire. He was weak because he let the pain of losing her consume him. He lost control. He had to regain it.

'I... I don't want this. I don't want her. I want my Apricot!'

He pushed away, unable to speak. He was stuggling against his own urges. He crawled away from her, so that his legs were spread on the bed and his head against the bedpost. He couldn't let her control him. He had made that mistake so many times. He needed to focus, on Anzu, on breaking free. His breath was heavy, heavier then when they had started. He was a lot more lost now. He knew that with one more temptation, she would have him. He closed his eyes. He need to clear his mind, to relax.

"Oh, come on, Night. You know you can't hold back. I mean, look at you. Your body is begging for release... Let me give it to you."

Malik knew she was right. He couldn't hold back, but he tried. He wasn't going to give himself to her, not again. He had something--someone to live for now. He couldn't let himself be dominated. He had to overcome his weakness. He was stronger then this. Sumire crawl up to him, positioning herself between his open legs. Her hands trailed along his hard stomach, then up to his heaving chest. He didn't move. She slid over him and pressed her hips hard against his erection, making a little noise of pleasure. Biting his lip didn't stop the moun that erupted from deep within his chest. She leaned in and nipped at his ear. A weak spot. Malik winned. He lost it. He didin't give a damn anymore. She won. Sumire tangled her hand in his dirty blonde locks and claimed his lips. She gently bit his lower lip, begging for an entrance. Malik complied and she dipped her tongue into his mouth. She licked every spot possible. She loved the way he tasted, exotic and dark. A sensation impossible to explain with concrete words. Malik pressed his hands against her back, pulling her closer. His want was uncontrolable. He tugged at her shirt and she sperated from their heated kiss, removing her shirt. She was glad she had decided not to wear a bra. He admired her breasts. He always had. They were firm and plump, tempting to anyone who saw them. She gave a small chuckle when she noticed the wanting look on his face. She rubbed his chest, her lips soon to follow. She licked and nipped, careful not to make his beautiful, golden skin. After she finished with his neck and collarbone, she moved down, meeting a stubbed nipple. He brought it to her mouth, sucking on it gently, yet hungrily. Again, he mouned, his back arched. He hated being teased. She dealt the same torture to the other stub and moved on. She licked her way down his tourso. He tasted so good. Sumire dipped her tounge in his belly button. Malik tensed. He was ticklish and she wasn't helping. A little tingle ran down his arched spine, a tingle that hit his cock. His erection had become painful in his jeans. He shifted slightly under his mistress, alerting her of his uneasiness. She carefully lifted herself off of him, looking down at the lump in front of her. She smirked. Sumire unbottoned the dark denim pants and grabbed the zipper. She pulled it down slowly, tormenting her pet beyond reason. He bit down on his lip once again. She slipped her finger into the rim of his pants and boxers and pulled them both down. She started brefly at his hard member. This was going to be fun. She lowered her head and licked his the sensitive tip. Malik screamed at the sudden contact. Sumire licked from the base to the tip, teasing him.

"M-Master... please..."

"Please, what?... This?"

He answered with a loud moun, as she throated him expertly. He threw his head back, tangling his long fingers into the soft fabric of the cotton sheets. He loved the heat of her mouth. The pleasure that came to him was overwhelming. He felt her tongue caressing his sensitive skin. His body tensed. His climax was near. Sumire let go of him and blew on the tip. He gasped at the soft burst of air. She lifted herself up, leaning over to whisper into his ear.

"Fuck me."

That was enough to push him over the edge. He pulled her close and pressed his lips hard against her's. He wasn't one to do it slow and passionate. He didn't have the patience. He grabbed her thigh and she positoned herself over him. She slid onto him, a moun escaping her parted lips. She set the pase, slow at first. It didn't last long. Malik bulked up hard, causeing her to yelp. He didn't want to wait. She increase the speed, creating an unset tempo. Malik kept up, matching every thrust and, occasionally, sped up. Again, he felt his limit near. He screamed his release. His climax caught his Mistress off guard. Her screams of pleasure followed his and her body slumped on top of him. When she recovered, not to long later, she lifted herself off of him and traced feather-light kisses on his face. Malik slowly opened his tired eyes, looking down at the woman who had so much control over him. He regreted every moment of his life at this point. When had he handed himself over like this? When had she gain so much control?

"Sleep, Night. You deserve it."

Sumire gently stroked his soft, sandy blonde hair, luring him to rest. Again he gave into her, and let his body go into a deep trance. As he fell asleep, he could sware he felt the shadows gathering around him.

"Anzu! What's wrong?"

The brunette ran past her mother, who had arrived while she was out. She ran upstairs and into her room, banging the door closed behind her. Anzu threw herself on her bed and cried. Her eyes burned so much she though they wound catch on fire, but she kept crying. She didn't care anymore. She wanted to stop suffering. She wanted nothing more then death. She had always tried her best to look happy, to make others think she had a perfect life, but he changed that. Malik looked beyond that fake smile on her face. He spoke to her in ways that made her doubt everything she believed in. He did it on purpose. He brought out the worst in her and with that 'worst' he brought out the best. She didn't have to hide who she was around him. She hated him for it. He made her so weak. The thought of death seemed so welcoming right now, now that pain and darkness was trying to consume her. She looked up, straight at the bathroom door. Death seemed so close. Anzu awoke from her daze as she heard footsteps.

'... Mom...'

She ran to the door and locked it. Ayao had obviously heared the door lock because Anzu could hear her rushing to the door. She struggled with the knob. When she relized it was pointless, she knocked on the door gently, trying not show how worried she really was.

"Anzu?... Anzu, please. Open this door. Anzu?"

Anzu hesitated for a moment, backing away from the door. Death was so close...

"Anzu?... Please, open this door. Anzu!"

Her mother was annoyed now, she could tell by the tone she used. It pushed her over the edge. She truned around and walked to the bathroom. She had to make the pain go away. Ayao heard the soft footsteps on the hardwwod floor. Relizing that her daughter wasn't going to open the door, she quickly made her way to her room to find a spare key. Anzu heard her run away. It strucker harded then it should have. Her pain had clouded her judgement to much by now.

'She doesn't care... No one cares. At least I can make the pain go away.'

Once in the bathroom, she opened the medicine cabnit and looked through it, tossing everything onto the tile floor and sink. Finally she found it, a small blade. She often used it to fix her eyebrows when she didn't have time to pluck them out. Who would have thought that she would use it to bring about her own death? Who would have thought she would bring about her own death? She dropped to her knees, the blade on her palm. To think something so small could take a life. It felt to her as if this was the only way out. Everything she had fought for, everthing she dreamed for, for nothing. For one man to come and strip it all away from her. That moment, while she sat there, the blade in her hands, she attmited to herself that she needed him, that she loved him. She grew dependent on him in a matter of days. Those two days he had gone to 'reclaim' Ishizu's apartment, as he put it, she had begun to consider the fact of being with him. He had stolen her first kiss and her sleep. She felt restless those two days he was gone and eveyday since. It was as if she knew something bad was going to happen, but she never imagined this. The thought that all he wanted was her body, didn't even cross her mind. It even occured to her that he was using her to get to Yuugi, but never this. She knew it seemed as if she was over reacting, but Malik had just pushed over the edge. Her life had always been a constant stuggle, and suicide had crossed her mind more then once, but this was the first time she was willing to follow through. Heartbreak had that effect on people. She brought the blade to wrist, ready to slice her vein, when she relized something. What would this accomplish? What if this is what he wanted? She was about to make the stupidest mistake in her life. Anzu found herself laughing. She laughed through her misery, an insane laugh. If anyone was there to see, they would have probably called her crazy, say that she lost her mind. In a way, she did. Life was strange in this way. One moment you're willing to bring end to your own life. The next, you're thristing for a life where your only purpose is to bring pain to the one that hurt you. There was a thin line between love and hate. Malik crossed it. From fear, to love, to hate. Life was truly a strange, yet fragile thing.

"Anzu... "

Ayao stopped at the bathroom door and look down at her eigteen year old daughter. Her beautiful, blue eyes must have grown the size of plates when she noticed the small blade in the brunette's hand.

'What happened? Why would she do this...?'

She walk over to Anzu and fell to her knees, bring her into a loving embrace. After a bit of hesitation, the younger cried. Her mother just held her, wondering what had occured in the past week to make her daughter consider suicide.

'Some mother I am. I couldn't even see my own daughter's suffering...'

Anzu must have sensed her mother's uneasiness; she looked up into teary blue eyes with a strange compasion and understanding.

"Don't worry, mom. I got it under control."

Short but point made. The main reason I took so long to update, besides the point that I got lazy, was that I was reading "Memoirs of a Geisha." New Record: 4 days. Yea! Cough Anyway, I got an idea for a new fic. I won't type/post it 'till I'm done with this one, so don't worry. I accually started writing it on paper, so I don't forget. I really recommend this book. I haven't seen the movie yet, but I'm sure the book is still way better.

!Review!... not a lot of flames... please...

Legacy of Darkness