Chains

A Yugioh Fanfiction

Chapter 11: Dominance

By: Legacy of Darkness

Genre: Romance/Angst

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

Disclaimer: ... I don't own this anime/manga or the song I used. I got it from and it belongs to the anime X-Japan (I think...). I edited the song to go with the story, so it is not in it's original format or length. !DON'T SUE!

Warning: Rape, torture, abuse, pain, blood, and bad spelling... If you don't like this kinda stuff-- Wait! You wouldn't be reading this far, would you? I don't think so.

THE END OF THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REVISED/POLLS ARE STILL OPEN!

I've decided to close the polls next chapter. I realized that no matter how this story ends, Malik and Anzu have to get together at one point and you guys kept nagging me (slaps away an overenthusiastic fan-fly). I would post the current results for the poll, but where's the fun in that? XP. This chapter is obviously very citrusy-- no slash that. This chapter is straight up lemon. ...Don't we all love some steam? Smirk. (This is gonna be a long chapter...)

"... Loneliness, your silent whisper

fills a river of tears.

Through the night, memory,

you never let me cry and you,

you never said good-bye... "

The huge, black dog looked up at his master with understanding eyes, as he sang a soft song. They walked along, near the edge of the crystaline lake, that lay in the center of Domino Park. This had become a habit, just as wondering around the Kurosaki Mansion had been, but it had more of a reason. Living in an apartment had limited Osoishi freedom to roam around and Sumire wasn't to fond of letting the creature go around the city on its own. The woman had never like the black creature and often refered to it as a demon. Luckly, its master cared.

"... Sometimes our tears blinded the love.

We lost our dreams along the way,

but I never thought you'd trade your soul to the fates,

never thought you'd leave me alone.

loneliness... "

Malik went on singing. He couldn't remember where he had heard the strange song, but he felt as if it had been written for him. It expressed his pain and this despear, but most of all, his desire, the desire to be with the woman he loved, to tell her how he felt. As he sang, he wished she was here, so she could hear his words.

"... your silent whisper fills a river of tears.

Time, through the rain, has set me free.

Sands of time will keep your memory.

Love everlasting fades away,

alive within you beatless heart... "

Another late practice. Anzu slowly walked through the park, distracted by how beautiful the night seemed. Her dance instructor had been keeping her late the past few days, since she always found a way to miss practice. The park was just a shortcut home. The closer she got to the lake, the louder a distant melody became. She soon found herself following the soft voice. It was a man, she realized, a voice she couldn't place.

"... For now I will try to live for you

and for... I will try to live,

try to live the love, the dreams,

And finally, the tears... "

There he was, wandering near the lakebed, humming, as the song came to its end. Anzu couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Malik looked different, but she couldn't figure out how. It was so strange... Osoishi was the first to notice the brunette staring at his master from a distance. The black dog wasn't exactly near enough to the Egyptian to be spotted by her or him, for that matter. He focused his energy and began to nag at the back of his master's mind. The problem was: Malik wasn't in the mood. He quickly rose his mind barriers, trying to block the annoying tug he felt. Anzu seemed to consume his thoughts and he all wanted to do, at this moment, was forget her. The more Malik pushed Osoishi away, the more the dog pushed back. Eventually the tombkeeper lost it. He didn't have much patience, anyway.

"Osoishi! Where are you! Get out here, now!"

Anzu couldn't believe her eyes. She had never seen Malik so angry before; he was usually so calm and collected, at least that's what she had seem before. After processing the scene before her, she only had to wait to see who 'Osoishi' was. The first thought that crossed her mind was that Sumire had a child.

'... But, who would name their ki--'

Blue eyes grew beyond their already wide state, if that's possible. From behind a large bush, came a just-as-large dog. It walked up to Malik, it's tail between it's legs and it's head down. She had no idea why the blonde had yelled at it; the creature wasn't even around when he snapped. He gave it a strong glare and the wolf-like creature whimpered. She felt for it; she knew what a look from Malik's lavender eyes could do to one's soul. He was about to turn around and leave, but Osoishi let out a strong bark. Anzu shrunk. She was looking straight into blood red eyes. It was him. The same dog from the nightmares that haunted her sleep. That meant that the man on the bed was...

"... Anzu..."

The brunette snapped out of her thought. This time she looked staight into deep amethyst. There was a certain emotion in his eyes she couldn't place. All this confusion was getting annoying. Malik turned around and began to walk away, just like that. He was not in the mood to deal with all of this. Seeing Anzu only made Muraki's words ring louder in his head.

"... I recommend you find someone you can dominate, just like Sumire dominates you. You might not see importance in it now, but, trust me, you'll feel better in the end... "

Osoishi didn't move. Instead, he barked at the girl again. Visions of her dreams flashed in her mind. She couldn't let this chance pass her by.

"Malik!"

She ran up to him, in front of him, her hands resting gently on his chest. Malik stopped. He didn't have much of a choice. Lavender looked down, emotionlessly, at bright blue. A part of him wanted to grab her, kiss her, take her, but he couldn't. It would prove Muraki right and that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to be right for once. He looked up, not wanting to hold his gaze with Anzu's. The moon was full tonight, the skies clear. To the right there was a huge cherry tree in full bloom and to the left, the shimmering lake. It was a very inviting scene. Anzu's desperation took the better of her. She wrapped her arms around Malik and pressed her body hard against his. She never wanted to let go of him again. She thought she had gotten everthing under control, that she had forgotten him. Who was she kidding? Seto was just an escape. Guilt filled her chest and tears streamed down her cheeks. The Ishtar looked down again.

'Is dominance just an excuse to be with her? Maybe I can agree with Muraki this once...'

Malik gently pushed away from Anzu, again looking into her now tear filled eyes. He brought a finger up to her face and wipped away the droplets from her light skin. The brunette took his hand into her own and pressed her cheek onto it. His touch was so warm...

"... I-I'm sorry... "

"Shhh. You didn't do anything wrong. I... I'm the one that should apologize. "

Anzu looked up at him again, with wide eyes. If she didn't do anything, then, why had he been so mad at her?

"But you--"

Soft lips pressed against her own. He was apologizing for the night in the hotel room all those months ago. She wasn't sure if the kiss was meant to help her remember or if he was planning something else, but it felt good. She enjoyed Seto's kisses, but Malik's were different altogether. They were much more passionate, more dominant. Why was it that she dreamed of Malik controling her so? He pulled away only to be pulled back down, a tongue slipping past his lips. If he wasn't going to do this, she was. It was time to pay back an old favor. It was her turn to use him, just as she had promised herself that night, after she left the hotel. Malik relaxed in her embrace. He missed this, her touch.

'... We've never been this... close before... '

Malik's lips left Anzu's, slowly making their way down her jaw to her neck. He couldn't help, but let his tongue poke out and nip at her skin. Strawberries and cream. He loved that taste, but there was something else, something he couldn't really identify. Maybe it was light, the kindness that rediated from her. He didn't care. He wanted to taste every spot of her body and thinking about it wasn't going to help things move faster. Anzu mouned loudly, as Malik pressed his body heatedly against her's. The nips and kisses he placed on her neck were sending her over the edge. Never had a man touched her like this. She gasped as she felt her back press against the trunk of the huge cherry tree. She hadn't even noticed it before, let alone the fact that her present lover had moved her to the certain location. Hands roamed her waist, eagerly sliding up her light blue shirt, to carress the soft of her back. She quickly brought her hands down to stop him, leaning closer to his ear.

"Patience."

The tombkeeper let out a small whimper, making the brunette giggle. Malik was the last person she expected that from, yet it seemed so normal. She pushed him back a bit and tugged at his dark and way-too-big t-shirt, before pulling it over his head. A small smirk came to her lips, her eyes on his chest. His pants where low on his hips, a preferance of his, as she had come to discover. Her hands found their way to his hard chest, her lips following soon after. Malik tilted his head back, Anzu's tongue teasing and nipping at the golden skin around a black collar. She would have removed it, but she had to admit, it was sexy. That moment, he knew she was planning on making him wait, prolong the pleasure. He hated waiting. Why was she torturing him like this? She moved down, sensing the shivers that ran down the Egyptian's body. The feeling of hot and cold rising in the spots on his skin Anzu's mouth had left to the wind. She back up a bit, having come to a hard stub. Her tongue poked out of her kiss swollen lips to lick it. Malik let out a loud moun from deep in his throat. Loving the reaction she was getting, she went on teasing him, nipping and suckling gently. When she was done, she moved on to the next one, applying the same torment. Malik snapped. He was beyond excited at this point. He wanted her, now. He pushed her away from his body and against the tree. Surpise and fear ran across Anzu's features, as her back hit the hard surface.

'Did... I do something wrong?'

Blue eyes looked up. Malik's own orbs were clouded, deep breaths leaving his chest, his face flushed. He needed to relax. Not even Sumire did this too him. Send him to a point where he could barely control himself, in such little time. Anzu stayed still, letting him catch his breath. Who would have known the man could react in such a way? Not soon after, Malik leaned in, close to her ear. The brunette bit her lip, an effort to hold back a moun. She could feel the heat of his body through her clothes. They seemed to be such a nusinuce all of a sudden...

"I have no patience."

Nothing above a whisper. A strong fire built up inside her.

"I-I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you... "

"And how do you plan on doing that?"

He sounded way too slick for his own good. Anzu slipped her tongue into his ear, earning a gasp from the older boy.

'Found his weak spot...'

Maybe there was still a chance for her to gain control. She effortlessly moved him, so that he was the one with his back against the cherry tree. True, she was a virgin, but that didn't mean she was completely clueless. She was a fast learner and so far she had discovered one of the blonde's weaknesses, which she had already found a use for. Next, she moved on to a spot she knew was a weakness to all men. Her hands slid down Malik's sides, as she dropped to her knees. She looked up, into his clouded, liliac orbs. He knew exactly what she was up to. The only thing was, was she really willing to go through with this. He knew she had never do anything like this before and probably had no idea what she was doing now. Anzu took a deep breath, placing her hand on the rim of his baggy jeans. To her, they seemed to be two sizes too big, but she let it slide. It wasn't as if she never wore baggy clothes when she was depressed. Good thing she was here now to lift his mood. She snapped the button open and slowly pulled the zipper down, teasing. Malik bite his tongue, still looking down at her. She knew too much for someone so pure. Anzu let her lover's pants fall to the floor, pulling his boxers down as well. Her azure eyes must have grown twice their original size when she saw the erection before her. Malik was huge, bigger then she imagined him to be. Again, she looked up at him, her eyes still wide. An ammused cuckle escaped his chest, as he saw her expression.

"Like what you see?"

Anzu just nodded, looking back down at the certain prize. Without warning, she reached out and licked the tip. Malik, more out of the surprise, then the sensation, let out a groaned gasp. She took this as a good sign and leaned in, taking the tip into her mouth. She played with it a little, flicking her tongue around it. More and more mouns came from the struggling Egyptian, who was now using the tree behind him to keep him him standing. She lacked experiance, but it didn't matter. The sensation was the same. He tangled his fingers in her chocolate hair, forcing her to throat him completely. Anzu gagged a bit and thankfully Malik got the message. His grip loosened.and she moved back. When oxygen wasn't an issue anymore, she began to suck hungrily. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to know if he tasted as dark and exotic as his skin. A loud moun announced his climax. He spilled into her mouth, dripping down her chin. She swallowed every drop she could, loving the dark, yet sweet taste of his seed. She yearned for him to be inside her. Thought of vengence had long left her mind. All she wanted now was to be in his arms. Once Anzu had let go of him, Malik slupped down to the soft dirt under him. He pulled his lover close, wipping the rest of his jucies of her face. He, then, brought his finger to his mouth. A taste. Strangly, the action turned Anzu on. The look he gave her when he licked his finger was... sexy. She wanted him so much, it hurt.

"Not fair... You've stripped me completely and I haven't even had the chance of seeing you without your shirt."

A light shade of pink came to Anzu's cheeks. Malik was right. There he was, wearing nothing but the collar that was around his neck, and there she was, every article of clothing still on her body. Malik claimed her lips, while unbuttoning her light blue shirt. She was glad she had decided on the particular shirt that morning; they didn't have to seperate from their kiss to remove it. As soon as it was out of the way, the brunette pressed her body on his, aching to feel the heat of his nude body. He mouned into their heated kiss, as she rubbed against his new arousal. Anzu didn't seem to notice. She just continued to move, rubbing him over and over. Malik pushed her away, using the fact he was trying to remove what was left of her clothes. Not long after, he was on all fours, hovering over her naked form. It was his turn to tease. After planting a few open mouth kisses along her face and neck, Malik made his way down her body, trailing feather-light kisses on her skin. She loosely wrapped her legs around his waist, begging for him to take her. His hands moved to loosen her grip even more, as he began to nibble at her hip. Anzu bulked up towards his mouth. He was going to far.

"Stop that!"

"What?"

She hated that innocent tone, as if he didn't know what he had done. She gently pushed his face away with her foot and wrapped her legs around his waist again. She was tried of waiting. Unlike him, she hadn't had a release yet; she yearned it.

"Take me. Now."

"Should I?"

He leaned in, close to her face, and licked her lips. The very action causing her to moun heatedly.

"P-Please."

Malik smirked. So far, he was winning the dominance. He had realized a while ago the little game Anzu was trying to play and he went along with it. He knew he was the one that was going to be victrious in the end and her begging was his proof. He postioned himself at her entrance, giving her a reasuring smile before slidding in. Anzu screamed, tears streaming down the side of her face. After she subsided, Malik took it upon himself to start a slow rythm. He hated it, but he didn't want to push his lover beyond her limits. When screams were replaced with mouns and thrusts, he sped up, loving the rush she gave him. He wanted to be like this with her forever, as one. This was nothing like his time with Sumire or any other woman, for that matter. This wasn't just sex. It was passion. It was... Anzu gasped as she reached her peak, catching Malik off guard. He came for a second time, as her walls tightened around him. It took all of his energy not to slump on top of her. Instead, he slowly pulled out and fell to his side next to her. This was a night neither of them would ever forget.

"Are you going to leave me again?"

The full moon was high and the stars were bright. Two lovers lay under a huge, hundred year old cherry tree, their clothes barely thrown on their bodies. Soft amethyst orbs stared at the beautiful, night sky, tired blue staring at him.

"... Never."

"Promise?"

Malik turned his head to look at his lover. He didn't care about Sumire anymore. She could burn in hell for he cared. All he wanted was his Apricot and here she was, lying next to him in the soft dirt, under a very inviting scene. He was surprised neither had fallen asleep yet. Anzu closed her eyes, as a soft hand stroked her cheek.

"I promise. I'll never leave you... Never."

Anzu let out a small sound of approval, closing her eyes. This really was an inviting scene. Malik had taken her to heaven and back and, now, this was the only place she wanted to be. By his side, under the watching stars.

"I love you."

A soft breeze passed by. All that could be heard was the shuffling of the branches on the wind. Malik didn't speak. What could he say? He knew there was something, a strong feeling that drew him to Anzu, but could he really call it love? He had thought himself to hold this feeling once before and all it had done was bring pain and hate.

"... I..."

"... You don't have to answer... I understand if you don't feel the same. I... I just need to tell you..."

He couldn't take his eyes off of his beautiful lover. It broke his heart not being able to respond with the same assureness she carried. It hurt. Amethyst stared up onto the full moon once more. Right now all he needed was her company. Maybe, in time, the chains of hate and dispear would let go of him... Maybe, in time, he could love...

Shutter. I scare myself sometimes. You think I'll get kicked off the site for this? (look for me as Yami no Isan -Legacy of Darkness- if I am.)... Anyway, I hope you guys don't forget to vote. I know I said I was going to wait a few weeks before posting the next chapter, but, like Malik, I have no patience. I'm just gonna read ma reviews and type. I'll post it whenever I finish, but it will take awhile. Spring break is almost over, after all...

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