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WARNING This contains smut. What? It balances out the angst. Honest. And I've only just realised that I've been switching between Duke/Otogi. SORRY~ From now on, he'll be Otogi.
Umm... Contains: Aforementioned Clashshipping smut, Ushio cameo...

Passages in italics indicate flashbacks. And it's a long one. ...Don't you dare say 'that's what she said'. This is yaoi. You must say, 'that's what he said'. Joking, guys. :)

All YGO characters (c) Kazuhi Takahashi
CSI (c) Antony E Zuiker

Chapter Three

Yami was escorted out of the interrogation rooms by a silent policeman with markedly huge eyebrows and a bad attitude. He didn't seem to feel for Yami's pain and made him walk quickly, steering him by the shoulder. He didn't seem to care about the cuts under Yami's clothes that made it extremely painful for him to move; he was even more cut up that he had been over a year ago, after That Time.
The policeman's rough handling paled into insignificance when Yami saw who was waiting for him, head swishing this way and that as he scanned for a glimpse of Yami's distinctive hair. Marik spotted him and gave a relieved smile, bounding over. Yami fell into his arms, clinging tightly and burying his face in Marik's chest. Marik held him tightly but gently, knowing how badly injured he was. After all, he had tried to stop the wounds from bleeding not five minutes after they had been made. He rested his chin on the top of Yami's head and lifted a hand to brush gently at the back of Yami's neck, feeling him tremble and relax.
"Let's go home, Yami," Marik said softly. "We're attracting quite a bit of notice."
Yami flinched just a bit. "I don't want to go b-back to my rooms, not after this…"
"No, of course not," Marik said quickly, leading him by the hand out of the police station and into the early-morning air. "Back to mine, I meant. I asked the investigator and she said that, well, your house is being searched through for evidence and all that sort of thing, and you and your flatmates will have to find 'alternative accommodation'." Marik snorted, letting Yami pull his arm around his waist as they walked. "They weren't offering any suggestions. I said you could come with me, they want to keep tabs on us."
Yami walked close in to Marik, eyes downcast and manner twitchy. He didn't appear to have heard what Marik was saying, and Marik was about to ask him if there was anything he wanted to do, when Yami spoke in a quiet, doom-filled voice.
"They're going to tell the others, aren't they?"
Marik squeezed him around the waist, helping him cross the road. "Yes," he said gently.
"After keeping it secret for a year," Yami muttered. "I never wanted them to find out about That Man."
"I know, I know," Marik said. "But it'll be okay, Yami. They won't reject you or anything just because you were – ah – That Man assaulted you. They'll understand, they're good people."
Yami made a noncommittal noise in his throat and didn't reply as Marik led him through the slowly-filling streets as the city of Domino woke up and began its daily routine. Yami huddled closer into Marik, hiding his face, as people stared at the fresh cuts and bruises and the shreds of his clothes covered over by Marik's long coat, looking from the wounds to the man who held Yami so gently suspiciously. Yami hated the judgement in their eyes; either at the fact that yes they were two men walking closely together, or that he looked like some sort of bondage slave fresh from a 'session'. They didn't know what he had been through, how Marik had looked after and stood by him even when he himself had given up. Marik had saved him so many times he had honestly lost count. Marik was unfazed by the strangers' disapproving looks, he was too busy making sure Yami didn't step out into the traffic from sheer confusion.
They arrived at the modest tattoo parlour. It was quiet, usually busiest at midday and in the evening. Yami could see Otogi pottering about inside, cleaning the floor and bopping to his music player. Yami shrank back into Marik apprehensively. He didn't want to deal with someone he knew well, who would have to ask about his tattered and bloody state. Marik kissed his temple and led him inside. Otogi looked up and unhooked an earphone, smothering the look of surprise that leapt to his features.
"Hey Otogi," Yami said quietly, avoiding his eyes and clutching Marik's coat around himself, trying to cover up the fact he was wearing clothes given by the hospital. Marik gently stroked the back of his neck, giving Otogi a dejected look that said it all.
"Oh, er hey, Yami," Duke said uncertainly, leaning on the broom handle. "Didn't expect to see you around."
Yami held Marik's hand tightly and shrugged. Marik squeezed back and said softly, "Yami'll be staying for a little while, Otogi. He's nowhere else to go."
Duke was obviously curious but didn't ask. "Sure. Marik, are you going to take your shift tonight, or…?"
Marik shook his head and Yami looked down at the floor, blinking rapidly. "I'll stay with Yami tonight, if that's alright."
"S'cool," Otogi said, waving them to the door at the back of the shop that concealed the stairs up to the apartment on the second floor, where Duke and Marik lived. Yami looked around, half-interested to notice the few small changes since he had last been there. Marik got him some of his own old clothes to wear, smiling bitterly at the parallelism.
"Is there anything I can do, Yami?" Marik asked softly, putting his hands on Yami's arms. Yami laced his arms around Marik's waist and rested his cheek against his chest, tears threatening to spill. Marik gently lifted him and carried him bridal-style into his bedroom, sitting down with his damaged lover on the bed. Yami wept silently, taking comfort in the steady warmth of Marik's arms. "Just say if there's anything you need, okay?" Marik murmured, stoking Yami's fringe out of his eyes. "I'm here."
"I'm alright," Yami said hollowly, curling up into Marik's hold. "It seems we're back at this point again."
Marik nuzzled his neck comfortingly, making Yami smile a little; Marik knew all his little sensitive spots. "It wasn't all bad back then," Marik murmured into Yami's ear. "And he's definitely out of our lives now."
Yami frowned and falteringly asked the question he had been too afraid to ask before. "Marik, wh-who killed him?"
"You can't remember?" Marik asked gently, twining his fingers in Yami's hair. Yami shook his head slightly. Marik sighed. "I can't either. One of the paramedics said it was shock, or something. Short term memory loss."
Yami didn't want to remember. If he were the killer, he didn't want to remember it. He didn't want to think that That Man was dead because of him; but he also didn't want to think about the little thrill of relief he had felt when Marik had said that he wouldn't be troubling them anymore. It hadn't really sank in before that That Man was dead, out of their way for ever. Equally, if Marik were the killer… he didn't know how he should feel about that. If Marik had killed That Man, he had done it to protect Yami. But that also made him a killer. All he knew was that he was glad – yes, glad – that That Man was dead, whoever had killed him.
"Don't think about it," Marik murmured, nuzzling his neck again. "Think of the good times, the good times he couldn't touch and never will."
"I can't," Yami mumbled shamefully. "I try and the memories get blocked out by – by—"
"It's okay," Marik said, gently laying Yami down on his side, curled up in Marik's arms. Marik slowly moved his hand under Yami's shirt and stroked his stomach, careful not to touch the occasional dressing or scab. He rested his head behind Yami's on the pillow, so his nose was just under Yami's ear. Yami closed his eyes and snuggled back into Marik's chest, feeling very safe. "Remember when we met those first few times?" He murmured.
Yami sighed happily as the memory came back fresh and unclouded.

Their third date. They had met through a dating service and had decided to give it a try, approximately a year and a half ago before That Night. They had gone to see a movie together, some sort of comedy; neither had been paying too much attention as Marik's hand had wandered slightly over Yami's leg for most of the movie. Yami hadn't minded at all. It was getting late, and although Yami didn't have any classes the following day, Marik had to get up early the next day to mind the tattoo parlour as Otogi, Marik's roommate, was on holiday. It was time to call it a night.
They walked the streets, meandering in the general direction of Marik's flat (Yami's house with his flatmates was a bit further on in the same direction). They were wrapped up against the cold and Marik had, with a shy look, taken Yami's cold hand into his pocket, holding it in his own warm hand. They reached Marik's flat and dithered about, chatting in the cold.
"I guess I'll be off," Yami said awkwardly, not wanting to leave. They'd had such fun. He started to pull his hand out of Marik's pocket.
Marik smiled and said nervously, "May I ask you for something, Yami?"
Yami looked up at the much-taller man, a shining figure in the moon and lamplight. He stopped moving his hand. "What is it?"
"May I kiss you?"
Yami immediately blushed, pleased. He looked up into Marik's eyes briefly and away again, blushing harder at the hopeful look on Marik's face. He grinned and nodded. Marik's hand trembled slightly with nerves as he tilted Yami's chin up and leaned down. Yami closed his eyes and pushed his lips up to meet Marik's. They were tentative at first; it was their first kiss and both were anxious. But then, as they forgot to be nervous, and relaxed into the kiss… Yami felt Marik's hands at his cheek and hip, and he laced his arms around Marik's neck, his hands tangling in Marik's wonderfully excessive hair. Marik's tongue touched Yami's lips with an almost electric shock and Yami gladly parted his lips, opened his mouth, and leaned up higher into Marik. They kissed with abandon, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, uncaring that they were in public.

Marik smiled, remembering as well.

Marik had been surprised at how relaxed Yami had been about the kiss; it was only their third date, after all. But he couldn't deny he was enjoying it, and how obviously Yami was enjoying it as well. They kissed until they couldn't breathe and broke apart, eyes slowly opening as they gasped for breath, lips a bare inch apart and hot breath mingling and clouding between them. Yami's eyes were bright and he grinned at Marik as if to say, Did you like that? Marik felt a suggestion bubbling on his lips, something he wouldn't normally ask this soon, but it slipped out despite himself.
"Would you like to come in for a drink?"
Yami's eyes shone brighter and he nodded quickly, surprised but unable to deny that after that all-too-brief contact he wanted more. Marik took his hand and gleefully pulled him into the tattoo parlour, moving quickly to the door at the back that concealed the stairs going up to the flat above the shop, where he and Otogi lived. Yami hadn't met Otogi before but it was okay, seeing as Otogi was on holiday. Marik had the flat all to himself, they wouldn't be interrupted.
He took Yami's coat, attention wandering slightly as Yami's shirt untucked itself from the waistband of his trousers to reveal a pale back. Yami automatically tucked it back in, blushing again as he met Marik's appreciative gaze. Marik decided at that point that Yami looked even hotter with a little colour in his cheeks. It made him look like he'd been discovered doing something… a little bit naughty.
Marik poured a bit of wine into two glasses and handed one to Yami. He watched Yami delicately sip, hungering for his lips. They had had a little to drink earlier, but it didn't really matter. Yami complemented him on the wine and they chatted for a little, making small talk to disguise the fact they were both wanting more contact. Yami, certainly, felt a little shy. It was Marik's flat, after all, and although they had talked through the dating site for a good few months before meeting face to face a week or so ago, he couldn't pretend that he knew the man inside out. But he was here, in Marik's flat, and loving being there, and what he knew was going to happen very, very soon. There was only one reason you invited someone in for drinks after that sort of a kiss, and they both knew it.
Marik slipped to the toilet and Yami wandered around, looking at the comfy rooms, checking his reflection absently in the mirror. He felt just a bit giddy. He texted Joey, one of his flatmates, saying that he wouldn't be back tonight so they didn't have to wait up for him, and grinned at the congratulatory text he got back. He firmly turned the phone off and slid it into his pocket as he heard Marik emerging from the bathroom.
Marik's arms slid slowly around his waist and his chin rested on Yami's shoulder, breath warm on his neck. Yami felt his hands tremble slightly at the intoxicating intimacy of that hold and set the glass down so he didn't spill the wine everywhere. He lifted his arms and ran his hands back through Marik's hair, grinning. He could see their reflection in the window and the dark, sexy look in Marik's eyes made him feel so hot he almost couldn't stand it. He felt so desired it took his breath away. None of his other boyfriends had ever looked at him like that.
Marik pressed his lips to the crook of Yami's jaw, just under his ear. Yami closed his eyes, lips parting in bliss. Marik chuckled and mouthed slowly at the area, making Yami blush again at how sensitive he was to that touch. His hands played with Marik's hair as Marik's hands slowly slid down to his hips. One hand slipped just a little under Yami's waistband, palm resting on his abdomen. When Marik sucked on his neck a little noise escaped his throat and his knees trembled, sagging back against Marik.
"Shall we…?" Marik whispered, gesturing towards a closed door that Yami presumed to be Marik's bedroom.
"Yes," Yami breathed, following Marik closely inside. He stood by the bed as Marik closed the door and came over, smiling with that sexy look that made Yami's breath come short. Shorter, even. Marik slowly started unbuttoning Yami's shirt and Yami returned the favour, almost shyly. Marik spread the open shirt and grinned lazily, hands wandering over Yami's thin chest and stomach.
"Gods, you're a hot little thing," he muttered, bending to taste Yami's chest.
"I don't usually…" Yami stuttered, distracted by the touch of Marik's tongue. "On the third date, I don't usually… I don't put out this early, I'm not some sort of…"
"No, me neither," Marik mumbled, pulling Yami closer. "I don't think anything like that."
Yami smiled and spread Marik's shirt too, appreciating the firm and frankly impressive muscle tone and tan; he wondered absently if the tan was natural or not, and if it were elsewhere. Put out for a moment, he looked at his own pale and thin frame. Marik saw what the problem was and pulled Yami closer.
"I've always had a thing for skinny guys," he murmured into Yami's neck, hitting that sensitive spot again. "And to be frank, you're the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on."
"Oh," Yami breathed, exploring in the dim light the beautifully intricate tattoos on Marik's back. "That's alright then. Hang on – these are hieroglyphs," he said in surprise, looking down over Marik's shoulder.
"Yep," Marik said, strong hands running over Yami's back. "You're studying Egyptology at the university, aren't you. Maybe later you could see if you can translate them?"
"Don't you already know what they mean?" Yami asked, tracing the wings across Marik's shoulders.
"Well of course I do," Marik smirked. "You might have fun decoding them, though. Call it extra study."
Yami laughed and trailed his hands down Marik's back, sliding under his waistband to play with his underwear. Marik pulled Yami down onto the bed, mouthing hungrily at Yami's shoulder with his hands wandering, lightly stroking the slight bulges of Yami's bones just jutting through the pale, pale skin. With a dark chuckle, Yami slipped one hand down Marik's underwear and found Marik already alert and waiting. Yami chuckled again at Marik's groan and started slowly rubbing his hand up and down Marik's length, murmuring appreciatively into Marik's ear. Marik was a well-built man, after all, and Yami liked his muscled bulk so very much. As Yami's hand rubbed harder and harder, Marik captured Yami's mouth and plundered it avidly, marvelling somewhere in the back of his mind that kissing Yami was like having some sort of ocean sprite in his arms; Yami would surge up with the kiss and ebb back down as he gasped for breath, then surge up again for more. Marik loved it.
"How do you usually swing?" Marik mumbled between their lips, breathless and restless, needing the touch of Yami's hand and mouth so much it staggered him.
"Huh?" Yami slurred, distracted as Marik's hands explored his chest, squeezing and tweaking; as Marik found a particularly sensitive spot his hand tightened convulsively, making Marik moan.
"Do you dominate or submit?" Marik asked tightly, grabbing Yami's arse and pulling him closer.
Yami rubbed vigorously along Marik's ever-hardening length and whispered in his ear, "I'll submit for you, Marik…" So saying, he lightly stroked the tip of Marik's length and withdrew his hand, making Marik moan in protest and push him onto his back, back onto the bedcovers.
Yami laughed and raised his hips so he could unzip his trousers, pushing up against Marik, who grinned and simply put his large hand over Yami's crotch, a delicious pressure that made Yami's knees turn to water and he fell back, hands twitching. Marik gave Yami that sexy, I-want-you-now-hard-and-fast look and stripped him of his trousers, pushing his own down roughly. Yami was beyond feeling shy about his own size; he was a much smaller-built man, after all. Besides, Marik didn't seem to care that he was much more 'endowed' than Yami. He'd meant it when he said he had a thing for skinny guys.
Yami spread his legs wide under Marik, letting him grind closer. "There's just one problem," he gasped.
"What?"
Yami brushed his hand against Marik's crotch. "There's no way you can fit in me," he grinned appreciatively, "Without some serious lubrication."
Marik took in Yami's small stature again, nodding slightly. "Not to worry," he smiled, leaning over Yami to fumble in the cupboard by the bed. "I've had this problem before." He produced a small bottle and held it out to Yami to inspect. Yami nodded and passed it back, pushing his hips wider to accommodate Marik's wider frame. Marik spread the lube over his fingers and plunged them into Yami, making him arch with a strangled noise as he carefully widened Yami up, preparing him. Soon Yami was twitching, chest heaving as Marik's fingers massaged his inner muscles, sending pleasure shooting through him and pooling in his groin; he felt so tight and stretched it hurt to be untouched. He whined Marik's name, who understood immediately and closed his hand slowly around Yami's length, squeezing and rubbing ever so slightly, temporarily relieving the interminable pressure. Yami gave a satisfied sigh, and when Marik met his eyes with and enquiring lift to his eyebrows, are you ready?, Yami nodded frantically. Gods, how he wanted this.
Marik positioned himself and pushed deep into Yami. Yami made this gasping groan, hot and wet into Marik's ear and Marik felt goose-bumps all along his neck; he shivered in anticipation. He pushed in and out, harder and faster when Yami pulled on his hips. With every thrust Yami made that gasping groan, his muscles tightening around Marik's length as he tried to pull Marik further into himself.
"I've been told," he gasped unevenly, "That I'm a noisy lover – is that a problem?"
"Gods, no," Marik replied, pushing harder, adoring the noise in his ear that got louder and higher with every thrust. "I like a little feedback…"
Marik closed his eyes, mouth open and gasping for breath, driving into Yami. He wouldn't have gone so hard but Yami seemed to crave it.
"Do you wantto be a part of this mattress?" Marik gasped disbelievingly when Yami begged for harder and faster. Yami's only reply was to lock his legs around Marik's waist in a tight grip that pushed him further into Yami. Marik groaned and stopped questioning; he was loving every second of this, and it was Yami's choice after all… He garbled something about being close and Yami replied just as inarticulately, the only message conveyed to go harder, he was right behind.
Marik gladly complied and gave a hoarse moan, pushing up brutally hard into Yami and releasing in a hot burst that wiped his mind of all thought. Yami convulsed, reflexively tightening and squeezing Marik's length, crying out so loud it echoed in the room as he released, the hot fluid spattering up against Marik's stomach, a few droplets hitting his face.
They flopped down in a breathless tangle of hot, heavy limbs. Yami closed his eyes and revelled in the loose, limp feeling of his body, completely sated and satisfied. Marik gathered him into his arms, nuzzling at that sensitive spot under his ear.
"Are you alright?" he murmured, carefully disengaging himself and holding Yami close.
Yami whispered something and Marik leaned closer to hear. "Best… ever…"

Marik sighed, hugging his broken lover gently. Their first time as lovers span through his memory, and he knew through Yami's as well. Yami came out of a reverie and made a surprised gurgle in the back of his throat. Marik nuzzled his neck, not needing to ask with words.
"Marik, I…" Yami whispered, blushing and trembling. "I need some assistance."
Marik smiled to himself; he couldn't deny he didn't have a similar problem. But Yami took priority. He knew Yami wasn't up for full sex right now, so soon after the rape, he just needed a release. So he
slipped his hand under Yami's trousers and applied expert pressure, knowing exactly what to do to stimulate Yami. It wasn't long before Yami let go, sighing. Marik gritted his teeth, still unfulfilled. He kissed Yami on the cheek and left for the bathroom to take care of the problem. He thought of the old Yami as he pumped, the fiery Yami who had tangled with him in his bed, begging to be a part of the mattress. It had been a long time since he'd seen that Yami.

:D Did you enjoy that porn? I know I enjoyed writing it X3 What? I like writing porn it makes my soul happy! No judgement! Chapter Four should be completed and uploaded sometime later tonight.

By the way, the reason I didn't do any of my usual obsessive updating was that I had no internet over the weekend _ But this time I had lappy with me so at least I could write this porn. And yes, I am going to keep calling it porn. XD PORN~

...Sleep deprived? Me? X'D