Author: Darks Light
Beta Reader: flamethrowerqueen
Chapter 5
Bright lavender eyes opened and the young blond boy sat up and looked around the spacious room he was in, cringing slightly in disgust he stuck his tongue in and out of his mouth trying to rid himself of the sickening taste. Standing up and feeling a tad dizzy he lent on the couch for support. Looking around, he tried to remember how he got here but everything was a blank. He walked out of the living room, through the kitchen and into another room but they were all empty.
Bare feet padded along the stone-tiled floor; room after room full of randomly placed furniture and expensive looking objects. Returning at what he only just recognised as the room he had started from the boy noticed a hallway he hadn't searched yet; what he was searching for was still unknown even to him. The majority of the rooms were the same as the rest; each one full of expensive junk. However, one door that he opened led to a room with a totally different feel to it.
It was darker in here, cooler and spacious where as the rest of the rooms were bright with the morning light and clustered with objects of wealth and furniture. He walked in and looked around; it was a plain room when compared to the others. The silk hangings were drawn closed over the windows, the sun's bright light shining against them, tingeing the room a bluish purple colour. At one end was what appeared to be an expensive wooden dresser upon which a plain black bag lay beside a sword and a few random objects. The floor was lined with two blue, purple, silver and black rugs and, scattered here and there, discarded clothes. At the other end of the room lay a king size four-poster bed with purple silk sheets similar to the hangings over the windows.
The young blonde haired kid walked over to the bed. There, the first person he could find in this large house lay half dressed and asleep. Hoisting himself up onto the bed, he carefully crawled over to the older boy; something about his face was alluring and yet gave him the feeling that this was someone he shouldn't disturb. He sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs back and forth, unsure of what he should be doing. He looked back over his shoulder at the older blonde boy only to see him awake and staring at him. Surprised, the younger boy started, causing himself to fall off the bed and onto the floor.
Sitting up with a groan, he looked over the edge of the bed at the blonde haired boy who sat there staring down at him with hard, emotionless eyes.
"Who are you?" the boy asked, standing up. He received no answer, and pouted in slight annoyance at being ignored. He jumped back onto the bed only to find the older boy lying down, eyes closed again. He sat down beside the boy gently nudging his tanned chest with one of his hands, not wanting to make him angry, but wanting his attention. Cold purple eyes opened but they weren't looking at him, instead they were looking over his shoulder and at the doorway he had entered by.
"Do you like my play thing? He said his name's Malik, beautiful isn't he?" Bakura commented, walking into the room. Marik said nothing, but stayed lying where he was, watching as Bakura pulled the younger boy off the bed.
"Did you look anything like this when you were younger?" Bakura mused, running one of his hands through the younger blondes' hair. The young boy looked up at the white haired boy, who he registered to be roughly the same age as the one on the bed. Brown eyes looked into his own; they weren't as hard, as cold or lifeless as the other boy's were. However, something about them suggested that this boy could be just as dangerous as the other, if not more so.
"Come," the white haired boy whispered into his ear as he felt himself get pulled into the older, paler boy's chest; something about the closeness and feel of the other boy's body unnerved him.
"This is Marik's room. You, my young beauty, will sleep with me," the white haired boy added before standing up and proceeding to lead him out of the room. Something about the way he looked at him made him want to stay where he was. He tried to resist, but the white haired boy just smirked, picking him up and chucking him over his shoulder. He tried to get the attention of the other purple-eyed boy but he had already closed his eyes once more and the door to his room was also closing.
…
He was in another room, one of the brighter ones full of meaningless objects. He didn't like it. He didn't like the way the older boy had him pinned down beneath him; he didn't like the way his hands roamed over his body, the way they slowly pried away at his clothes, the way his mouth nipped at his skin. He didn't want to be here; it scared him and there was nothing he could do, for this man was perhaps five or even six years older than he was, and very strong, despite his appearance. He felt his clothes pulled free of his limbs and the invading touch of the white haired boys hands on his skin; he desperately wanted to get away from this man who was violating him, so he did the only thing he could.
"Marik!"
…
Down at the other end of the house cold purple eyes opened at the sound of his name…
"Marik!"
There it came again; the younger blonde was calling but the other blonde didn't say anything, didn't move, did nothing but continue to listen and stare at the ceiling. He was busy, busy remembering.
"Marik… please…" the younger blonde cried in the other room as the white haired boy began to remove his own clothes.