Chapter 2 Evil Angel
It was cold. Not arctic cold…but it felt chilly to Bakura, like he was lying naked in cool water but it was more of a pleasant sort of cool as opposed to an icy biting feeling. His head throbbed mercilessly and he blinked slowly, shifting slightly as though trying to turn on his side. It was at that moment that he realized that he couldn't. His eyes snapped open and in a flurry of momentary confusion he let a growl escape from his throat as he took in his setting. He was back in the apartment. His heart beat against his chest, as he realized that he was in Marik's bedroom. How did he know this? …the walls were bloody purple, that's how. It wasn't an annoying shade but a rather light lavender sensual shade—not that Bakura would ever let Marik hear him ever compliment him on this choice of color-ever.
Bakura grunted as he figured out that he was handcuffed to the headboard of Marik's bed. An interesting kink Bakura had to note although it took him a moment to realize that it wasn't Marik who was out at the moment. Oh bollocks…. This must be a new form of torture…probably Melvin's way of changing the sheets…with my organs. Bakura wondered if this was a sick way of Melvin to make Marik never want to sleep in a bed ever again. Definently.
His hands couldn't touch each other but his legs were free and Bakura knew that he'd have no choice but to fight with his kicks if Yami Marik was going to cut him up. Then there was Ryou. Bakura looked around his neck and his heart skipped a beat. The millenium necklace was not around his neck!
This meant that if Bakura died, he'd go back into the ring for another couple thousand years give or take a couple more thousand because the Pharoah wasn't an Albert Einstien when it came to math formulas. Bakura swept his eyes around Marik's bedroom. He normally slept on the couch, but he would often sit by Marik's bedside without Marik knowing, in order to be able to assist Marik as soon as he started to have a nightmare. Bakura actually hadn't confessed to Marik his…"feelings" because Bakura was pretty damn sure he wasn't gay. Although for the tan Egyptian, Bakura was pretty sure he was about as straight as a coiled spring… or a lamp post. Mostly straight but with that big curve near the top giving it all away.
Bakura stared at the ceiling, trying to calm down and figure out a way to get Marik back in control. Bakura wasn't copletely naked; he wore his striped blue and white boxers at least. He thanked the heavens that Ryou wasn't wearing any…intteresting boxers with bears or kittens or something else incredibly britishly gay on them….like tea cups. Bakura scowled at the ceiling. He smelled the faint scent of copper and realized that he had dried blood on the side of his face, from his hairline. He must have gotten a nasty goose-egg… He twisted his body and twisting the cuff links on his wrists, he managed to get to his knees to get a proper look at the type of lock he was dealing with. Bakura was a very good pick-pocket.
It was at that moment that he felt his hair stand up on his arms and neck and his head turned to look over his shoulder at Yami Marik, who leaned in the door way, eyeing Bakura pateintly…and eerily lusty which disturbed Bakura on a whole new level. Biting back his fear, Bakura narrowed his eyes, letting them get that crimson gleam, as he spoke snarky, "Oh honey, you're home early…"
Yami Marik was not expecting that and he snorted. "My…are you testing my self-control with that position? Deary?" Yami Marik purred back, his dark violet gaze bearing into Bakura and causing Bakura to shiver. He realized on his knees it did leave room for suggestion and his first insttinct was to attempt to get off the bed, only momentarily forgetting that he was in fact cuff linked to it. He felt a strain on his wrists and found himself settled back on his back, the clanking from the cufflinks the only sound louder than Bakura's heart beat at the moment. He eyed Yami Marik as Yami Marik leaned against the door way, and grinned cruelly at Bakura. Bakura looked frantically for his ring but it was not in Marik's bedroom which meant it was somewhere else in the apartment.
"If you're going to torture me and decorate Marik's bed with my remains,what's keeping you…?" Bakura said finally, his teeth clenched and his body limp on the bed; retired and now only braced for the pain he knew he would feel eminently.
It irked him how Yami Marik merely kept a psycho-grin on his face, while he tapped the gold rod against his chin, licking the center sphere supporting the two axe-like ends. "…Yes…you would expect that? IN fact…when you're waiting for it, it doesn't make it fun anymore…you know what makes it fun?" Yami Marik cocked a brow at Bakura who stared back glaring, and confused.
"Oh no….humor me." Bakura said through clenched teeth.
Melvin gave him a huge psychotic smile then, showing his rather pointy canines and with a mere ripple of his cloak, he was leaning over Bakura before Bakura even had time to blink. Bakura didn't have time to stifle a gasp as he felt Yami Marik slip a knee between Bakura's unwilling legs and grind against his groin. A shiver shot through Bakura and he knew if he kicked Melvin too hard, this would affect Marik as well. Bakura's heart was throbbing in his chest, and he hoped Marik would forgive him for what he was about to do… He gazed up at Yami Marik hatefully. A normal human would quake under the pupil-less purple piercing lusty evil downright demonic gaze that Yami Marik was giving Bakura right now, but Bakura wasn't just any human. "I wonder... if pain doesn't faze you…maybe I should add a little something to the mix…"
Bakura's heart sank. " …I'm not a damn masochist!" he hissed, his eyes flashing angrily as he attempted to swing a kick at Melvin's knees again but Yami Marik was prepared for him. Yami Marik kneed Bakura harder and Bakura's legs flailed a little bit weakly. "G-get off!" Bakura hissed, and he bucked his hips in an attempt to push Melvin off. Melvin only grinned wider and he pressed his rod right under Bakura's chin, forcing Bakura to tilt his head back and stare at the ceiling or headboard, or else the sharp axe-blade would cut into Bakura's neck, and nick his jugular vein. Trying to hold back a gulp, Bakura trembled a bit, forcing himself to not snap his head forward when he felt a hand trace down his exposed chest and circle a nipple.
"Interesting…my Florence…what pink nipples you have…Rahahahaha!" Yami Marik snickered. Bakura didn't honor him with a a response and instead went rigid as a board, his heart pulsing in his ears, as he knew what it was that Yami Marik was going to do now.
"You think this scares me?" Bakura snarled coldly, "…do your worst…"
Yami Marik smirked. "So impatient Florence…" he purred, "…I expected you to be prepared for this…after all…it's not like you weren't expecting torture…but…" Yami Marik's voice trailed off and he straddled Bakura, looking down while smirking psychotically. He pinched one of Bakura's nipples mercilessly causing a small involuntary shiver and he pulled the rod back from Bakura's neck and Bakura knew that Melvin's wieight would be impossible to shift in his current position. Clenching his teeth, Bakura gazed back emotionlesssly at the demon that sat atop him, and he watched as Yami Marik raised the millenium rod over his arm and his eyes suddenly widened.
"What are you-"
Yami Marik sliced a thin gash into Marik's arm and Bakura only watched with his stomach churning as some blood trickled from the small gash and off onto Bakura's navel. The smell of copper reached Bakura's sensative nose and his body tensed even more taut than it had before.
"Rahahahahahha…Didn't expect for me to hurt your precious….friend, did you now, tomb rat?" Yami Marik purred, and he rubbed the small five centimeter gash along Bakura's stomach and Bakura bit his lip. He hadn't wanted for Marik to get harmed in this. Damn this bastard for bringing Marik into all this. He shouldv'e seen this…and yet Bakura hadn't thought Melvin was the type capable of actually thinking things out.
"This is between you and me Melvin!" Bakura snapped angrily.
Melvin paused for a moment and then he purred, "…You're absolutely right Tomb rat…so do as I say…and I won't harm my dumb little sniveling hikari's body anymore…I know how much it must pain you to see something so beautiful be mangled by me …~"
Bakura's heart caught in his throat and his blood rushed to his ears but his voice remained icy calm, "…Even if I do as you say, you'll still hurt him, so what's it matter?"
Melvin tilted his head to the side, still grinning psychotic-like and Bakura couldn't take his eyes off of him, keeping himself alert to any future harm Melvin planned on inflicting on either Marik's body…or his. He tried to ignore the warm wet feeling on his stomach from the light gash that Melvin had rubbed his stomach with only moments before he had drawn back. Melvin's knee was still dominently placed between Bakura's legs and Bakura realized it was the kneecap he'd kicked earlier. " … Well, I don't expect you to willingly give in," Yami Marik said, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in close to Bakura's face, close enough so that they were touching noses again and Bakura resisted the urge to go cross-eyed. "…So I want you to be completely honest… but… are you willing to give up your precious friend's safety in order to protect that little useless thing called pride? I can assure you, I'm fine with either decision~"
Bakura knew Melvin's game now. He wanted him to fight him, that would provoke him more. If he didn't do anything though then Melvin would do whatever the hell it was that he wanted to him. If Bakura resisted, Marik's body would get scarred more than it already was and despite Bakura's confidence in Marik's healing ability… if he was hurt too badly then not even Marik could heal himself adequately. Bakura's borrowed heart began to beat and sink as he realized that Melvin had all four corners blocked. Bakura had to fight by not fighting in order to protect Marik's body but at the same time… Melvin didn't want Bakura to just do nothing because Bakura knew if he got bored, he'd switch the rules at any time. The fact that Melvin was even this capable of actually thinking things out was a new concept to Bakura. Bakura had always thought that Melvin was even denser than Marik …and that was saying something. "…I don't…think you're capable of keeping up your end…" Bakura growled finally, clenching his fists as he tried to shift himself as far away from Melvin's face as possible but he shivered a little when he felt a long warm tongue begin to lick along the side of his neck and up to his ear. "nngh? Wha!—What?" Bakura's eyes widened taken aback.
"I will keep my end…after all…I'm smarter now. I know there is more than one way…to skin a tomb rat ~" Melvin purred before he took some of Bakura's skin of his neck between his teeth and sucked very hard and Bakura felt a strange tingling sensation and his body tensed as he heard a loud sucking noise and then a second later, Melvin pulled back and grinned psychotically at Bakura's tinted cheeks and angry conflicted glare.
"You-what did you do?" Bakura growled, glaring at Melvin feeling a sickening knot in the pit of his stomach. Damn his body for betraying him physically.
"What do you think? I marked what's mine." Yami Marik purred this and Bakura's eyes flashed angrily.
"I am no one's property!" he hissed.
"Yes well, I'm sure it'd be different if it was Marik? After all, doesn't he do all the driving in your relationship?" Yami Marik snickered.
"What the hell…I don't mind it when he's in charge. Besides, his plans don't usually involve 'kill your family' so between his hairbrained schemes and your downright idiotic simple mindedness, I'd say yes, between the two of you, he's a better dinner guest!"
Bakura felt his cheeks flush a rosy color from embarrassment as his mind froze just for a moment. He thought he saw something flicker in Yami Marik's eyes as well –a brief glimmer—of Marik. "Marik! You can push this assface back into the spirit realm!" he growled, gazing hopefully back at his friend's face.
Yami Marik's pyschotic grin wavered a bit and he narrowed his eyes, growling in contempt.
"Marik, get out already then!" Bakura growled impatiently. Yami Marik tensed and his eyes narrowed again and he leaned in and licked down the collar bone of Bakura's neck and then he used one hand to travel to Bakura's hair, and he gripped it back, entangling his fingers in Bakura's wild but soft hair. Bakura shivered, clenching his fists and he tried shifting his shoulders.
Marik wasn't aware that Bakura liked him but no way was he letting Marik's yami take advantage of him, the thief king! Either way, Bakura landed a well-placed kick to Melvin's crotch. Melvin groaned and toppled off of Bakura. Bakura panted and his crimson eyes flashed warningly. "Stay…away from me…" he panted.
He heard Melvin's pyschotic laughter as he brought his legs to his chest and he could feel the temperature in the room drop more than it already was. "My, my, my…Florence…a little antsy aren't we?... if you keep being rude…Something bad may just happen to your poor wittle hikari…" Bakura's eyes widened.
"Ryou?! What the fuck have you done with my Ring!" Bakura roared engraged so much that his body quivered. Melvin dusted himself off and then leaned on the bed, towering over Bakura. Melvin ran his long fingers down Bakura's neck and to his collarbone before he traced his fingers down Bakura's chest, and encircled a nipple.
Bakura shivered but refused to acknowledge the physical reactions he was beginning to get from the contact. "Your hikari is simply…hanging out…" Melvin crooned silkily as he breathed hotly into Bakura's ear causing Bakura to shiver again. Bakura growled but hesitated. It wasn't that he particularly cared for the safety of Ryou…he was more concerned with the fact that if Ryou died… Bakura's goals would all die with him. Damn it all.
He remained at an impasse while he felt Marik's darker half begin to lick in circular motions down his chest and then gasped as he felt his nipple being nipped and teased while Yami Marik's other hand travelled to Bakura's waistband of his boxers. Bakura let out a string of egyptian curses while Yami Marik simply snickered at the powerhold he knew he had over Bakura. "I want to hear your honest…voice Florence…moan for me…unless you want something bad to happen to that little runt, I'd suggest you wisely heed my words…" and he grinned like a sick twisted chesire cat. As he spoke he slipped his hands into Bakura's boxers and stroked him. Bakura's dark brown eyes glowed with specks of crimson as his anger was more than ready to bubble over. It took all his self control, and a helluva lot of it, to not just fucking unleash his complete fury. How humiliating. And the worst part was, he knew that this was exactly how Yami Marik wanted him to feel. He set his mouth in a thin line and gazed up at the face of an enemy that he hated more than the pharoah at the moment.
If he didn't do this… then not only was Bakura in trouble, but Ryou would be as well…as well as their lives. Bakura fumed a bit at Marik, Ra, he was such a girl for getting so worked up over their matter… but that was a different story entirely. How the hell was he supposed to consent to Yami Marik's advances? He abhorred him and there was no way in fucking hell or the afterlife, that Bakura was going to ever fucking moan for this piece of camelshit. His pride was getting in the way and he knew it. He had to protect Ryou, and he had to protect himself. Marik's body would also be harmed further Bakura could only reckon. Bakura couldn't risk any fatal casualties. Even if that meant he had to succumb to Yami Marik….his escape seemed futile at the moment…Bakura knew that his life as well as his hikari's depended on him. He had to smart, cunning… Evaluate every possible scenario and he knew that he had no choice.
And yet.
"No." Bakura growled.
Like hell he was going down that easy.
A.N: hope you liked second chapter the lemon continues into chapter 3… so yes. I will reveal why marik got so pissed at Bakura in this next chapter, and I don't' know what to call Yami marik besides Melvin so I'm just sticking with those 2 things to call him. *shrugs* if you're not an LK fan then it's chill, but please no rude comments