Evil Angel
Chapter 3
LEMON ~
Bakura hissed as he felt Mariku continue his advances. He had to think of a way out of this, but how could he? He was trapped and he knew it. He felt Mariku's victorious laugh reverberate throughout his body and bounce off his core like a hornet's sting. Oh, how humiliating this was. Bakura's head still throbbed to top it off. He didn't know how to reach to Marik, it seemed he was currently …blocked.
/ Marik…come on!/
But there was no response. Bakura bit his lip as he felt Mariku's long fingers slip past his boxer's waistline again and around his member, firmly gripping it. He gasped.
"NO!"
"Oh, yes…" Mariku smirked devilishly at Bakura, enjoying Bakura's momentary shock which quickly developed into a glare.
"Don't think I don't know…" Mariku purred, sending small physically pleasant and yet nauseatingly creepy shivers up and down Bakura's spine.
"Hnn…you don't know a lot of things…" Bakura spat.
"…. I know for a fact you like my hikari…" Mariku said silkily, and Bakura glared at Mariku.
"…Like? I'd say I tolerate his prescense," Bakura snarled, stiffly.
"Tolerate? Hmmm…is that all?" Mariku said, an edge of amusement in his voice. Bakura gasped as he felt his legs being forcibly parted…His boxers were slid down his legs and Bakura swung a kick at the side of Mariku's left arm but Mariku deftly intercepted with a sharp dark grin. "Ah," he tutted, gripping Bakura's length harder and Bakura hissed in pain, trying to shy away but finding that he couldn't as he felt himself being stroked.
"L-let go! Fucking assfaced dipshi-" Bakura's string of insults was interrupted when he felt the rod's blade end pressed against his groin, and he sucked in his breath.
"hmmm? Much more tolerant when your family jewels are in danger…aren't we?" Mariku purred. Bakura's heart pounded in his ears.
"G-go ahead…I'm not afraid," Bakura grit his teeth, glaring icily at Mariku.
Mariku paused for a moment. Then, a slow dark grin spread back across his features. "Oh? Giving up already?" he moved the blade to Bakura's neck.
"Bastard…" Bakura spat, but he was weary now. He was pissed as hell but weary…and tired…and his head HURT goddammit. Mariku responded by sliding out his long tongue and licking up the side of Bakura's member with it. Bakura grit his teeth again, his breath hitching in his throat as his member twitched from the oral attention.
This was DEFINENTLY worse than any physical abuse. Mariku knew this and he knew that Bakura knew this as well. Bakura tried to close his legs, but the rod was pressed too close to his neck and he knew if he moved a hair, he'd be sliced. Cursing his helplessness, he remained silent, not wanting to give Mariku ANY satisfaction if he could help it.
"Why so quiet?" Mariku purred, and his hands found an interest in teasing both of Bakura's nipples to hardness. Bakura began to squirm a little with every small action. He was trying his best to stay disconnected from the attention his body was physically receiving from Mariku but he knew, if he opened his mouth, it'd be all over because Mariku would insult him for sure about his breathlessness. "As I said before…I wonder…how many times have you touched yourself like this?...while thinking of my dumb weak sniveling, hikari?"
Bakura glared at him vehementously. Mariku's tongue ran over his fangs as he looked down at his captive, feeling proudly and smugly dominant.
With a quick pump, he managed to wrestle out a small groan from Bakura's throat. Bakura though, was proving to be very stubborn and Mariku was getting impatient with Bakura's silence. He wanted to humiliate, to torment, to have complete control over the tomb robber. Looking down at the thief's silvery hair, splayed about his neck and shoulders loosely, his brown eyes flecked with mahagony flare, his mouth in long thin line, and fists clenched, restrained above his head by the handcuffs, indeed, Bakura looked very…sensual and Mariku found himself wanting more than to just humiliate the robber. He could almost see why his dumb obviously gay, hikari had a crush on Bakura.
Bakura was sensually pleasing to look at.
His will to fight back despite the odds was entertaining.
Dominating him would serve to be…most satisfying. Finding his own need to begin to become a small problem, Mariku tilted his head to the side. Bakura hadn't taken his eyes off of Mariku the whole time. Bakura was very unsettled. He wasn't quite sure what Mariku was up to. He eyed the gash on Marik's arm and could feel the dried blood on his stomach. It wasn't that Bakura was bothered by blood, it was just…it was Marik's…which was enough to make his stomach lurch. Yes,….YES he had a crush on Marik. He had no idea that Mariku was smart enough to even care to pay attention to all the hints he'd dropped.
He'd underestimated Mariku.
Mariku hadn't loosened up on stroking Bakura's member and Bakura hissed when he felt his package beginning to be fondled. Shuddering, Bakura wanted to kick Mariku in the face. He couldn't though. Once again he tried reaching out to Marik desperately.
/ MARIK, goddamit!/
/ eh…Bakura…I'm…sorry…/
Bakura frowned.
/ Ra, Marik! What's wrong with you! Get your ass out here!/
/….I…I can't…Mariku has …has…he's feeding off…of my…my anger…/
/….You're STILL mad?/
Bakura was broken from his reverie when he felt a pair of lips smash against his own. With a cry of surprise and annoyance, he found Mariku's tongue dart into his mouth before he could stop it. Quickly, Bakura kicked Mariku hard, in the crotch, and to his immense satisfaction, the other Psychotic Yami rolled off him, snarling a string of wheezed curses.
"Oh, you'll pay for that dearly, tomb robber," Mariku growled, and Bakura had no doubt in his mind that he was indeed, going to pay for that. He glared Mariku down.
Mariku grinned again, as psychotic as ever and Bakura narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out what it was that Mariku was up to. He saw the blade move and hover over Marik's already injured arm and Bakura watched in silent horror as Mariku made to slash much deeper this time.
"WAIT!" Bakura gasped in obvious panic.
Mariku paused. "You going to behave? Or will I have to cut up your precious boy toy to ribbons? Or..I wonder…would you be the bigger bitch in this relationship?" Mariku smirked down at Bakura once again, straddling him.
Bakura gulped, and growled in response. He tensed, but didn't kick Mariku again even as he felt his legs be parted and two impatient digits insert inside of him dry. With a hiss, Bakura turned his face away from Mariku, his eyes shut tight, as he grit his teeth, his back arching like a tightly strung bow. Mariku kept a hand on Bakura's hip, stopping Bakura from arching completely and began to scissor him, enjoying the strangled groan he managed to wrangle from Bakura. Now things were getting interesting.
"My Hikari can't come out right now…he's ah…otherwise contained," Mariku growled, as he leaned in to Bakura's chest and licked a long saliva trail up to Bakura's nipples where he paused for a moment, stroking one nipple and still fingering Bakura inside. How tight and warm he was around Mariku's fingers. Feeling Bakura squirm and bite his lip so hard it bled was very…arousing for Mariku. Why? Maybe it was because he found pleasure in the torment of others? Sadistical? Mmm, yes indeed. He leaned in and licked at Bakura's lips and all Bakura could muster was a small groan of displeasure.
"I said this before…I want to hear you moan," Mariku said silkily.
"N-never…" Bakura gasped out, his wrists clanking as he began to feel himself beginning to succuumb. Damn it…weak mortal body…
Mariku grinned nastily. Oh, he was going to enjoy this abuse. Before Bakura had a moment to react, he let out a sharp howl of pain as Mariku entered him without any preparation…without warning…all Bakura could feel was agonizing pain as he virginity was brutally ripped from inside him with each bloody thrust Mariku forced into him. Panting and feeling only pain, Bakura couldn't think any more. The tears rolled down his face before he even realized they were there and he bit Mariku has hard as he could on the hand, shivering, trembling, his breaths ragged and sharp. Mariku grinned wider, he didn't care for the pain. It was rather amusing to watch Bakura writhe and groan and cry. THIS was what he'd been waiting for. Bakura couldn't speak, his voicebox seemed to be shut down. He wanted to sleep, for it to be over, but Mariku wasn't having any of that. He growled and he re-adjusted himself, searching for that G-spot inside Bakura. Bakura had no idea what Mariku was doing…He only felt pain, excruciating pain. He howled curses at Mariku and tried to beat him, but his hands were restrained and all he could do was groan and moan and writhe. Mariku felt Bakura's inner landmark and he began to ram it and was satisfied to see Bakura throw his head back, moaning like a whore now.
Mariku narrowed his eyes. No. He was only interested in bringing him pain and humiliation…but then again…claiming him as a trophy…his sniveling hikari would be heartbroken. Mariku grinned, pleased to have taken Bakura's virginity along with pride and whatever else the thief formerly had.
Bakura on the other hand panted, knowing he'd been dominated and seething. He wanted to sleep…his head hurt, his ass was in so much pain, Bakura couldn't even speak…only breath irregularly. Mariku kissed along Bakura's inner thighs and Bakura groaned, feebly.
Mariku's smirk set Bakura on edge.
"You didn't think we were finished? Did you? That was just the appetizer…I plan on having the main course and dessert still…" Mariku purred, breathing hotly on Bakura's ear. Bakura found Mariku's tongue in his mouth a second later and shivered, moaning into it from frustration. He was numb from the pain and didn't have enough strength to try contacting Marik again. What was the point? He didn't want Marik to know this happened…
"St-stop…" Bakura croaked.
"I own you now, tomb robber," Mariku grinned nastily, licking his lips. "…I won't tell my sniveling Hikari…if you do as I say, exactly…"
Bakura knew then that it was going to be a very long, uncomfortable…hellish night.
A/N: CHAPTER 3 DONE HA. Sorry it took so long. ALSO, if ya'll is looking for a happy ending….well none RIGHT now but yeah. Mariku is learning he likes Bakura AWWW. Too bad he's a contemptious dickstick right :D ~ Poor bakura ;A; …anyhow. YES. Thiefshippin in next chapter *cough* and FUN SHIT. :D COMMEENT. I need at least 5 before I continue this. Really, xD I love your opinions. Yes I know I'm dark and angsty. HAHA I'm a teenager. DUHHH. DONE RAMBLING.