IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!! - This is the Yu-Gi-Oh! Yaoi portion of the Shipping List in order. Be forewarned. Some "pairings" will not be fluffy and cute. But they will all, hopefully, be believable. Rating's will vary.

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the intellectual property of Kazuki Takahashi

Author's Notes: So I had to listen to this song...over and over...while writing this. Not really my thing. But that was the feeling I wanted for this pairing. I have to admit I'm rather fond of Ryuuji. I like writing for him and his beautifully disturbed self. If there's anyone who hasn't read the manga out there, please do. Ryuuji has so much more depth in the manga. Sadly, I don't find the occasion to write for him enough. Incidentally, Ryuuji Otogi is known as "Duke" in the English adaptation.

Rating: M (for sex and language regarding sex)


Yu-Gi-Oh! Shipping List #33 - "The Bad Touch"

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Bondangeshipping (Yami no Malik x Ryuuji)

The difference between Marik and Ryuuji was that when Ryuuji put in that lewd cd some very disturbed fan had sent him with The Bad Touch on it, Ryuuji understood every word and knew very well that it was his own sin; Marik just thought it made good fuck music. He kind of liked the beat, he said.

Ryuuji didn't know exactly how this had started. He supposed he was addicted. But they didn't make a patch to stop sex, and nothing alive could stop Marik.

Ryuuji tugged against the length of satin tying him to the bed. He couldn't leave marks but Marik tied it so well he might as well have been wearing shackles.

"Discontent, love?" Marik taunted. He'd broken the rule. They weren't supposed to talk. Marik was always breaking the rules.

"Just fuck me already." Ryuuji shot back. He was getting tired of Marik's incessant foreplay.

"Or you'll what?" Marik returned flatly, and that in itself was taunting. Marik knew full well he couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Ryuuji threw back his head and let out a moan as Marik took his sweet time sucking him off. Marik knew how to make minutes feel like eternity. It was one of his many talents.

Only when he was good and ready did he release Ryuuji, writhing and panting from being denied release by the tanned hand gripping his cock harshly, holding him down against the uncomfortable hotel mattress as he lifted Ryuuji's hips to his erection with the other.

Marik thrust forward, impaling the dice duelist with a grunt that was drowned out by Ryuuji's screams. Tears spilled down the sides of Ryuuji's face from the pain as he thrashed against Marik, hurting his wrists as he pulled against his restraints. Marik did not bother wasting time while he adjusted to the intrusion, instead he set a strong, hard rhythm, keeping a tight grip on his cock as Ryuuji cried out.

Only once had Marik offered to use lubricant; the first time they had fucked, and Ryuuji had told him that that stuff was for lovers. They were not lovers and this was not sex. This was fucking and there was an impossibly large difference. This was pain and shame and sin. This was dirty and degrading and Ryuuji didn't know why he kept doing this, didn't know why he couldn't stop. If he cried, it was not for the blood that was giving Marik his fucking lubricant even without his consent, it was for himself and his own tainted and dirty soul.

Marik ignored the tears, like he ignored the screaming and the thrashing about and the begging for release. There were rules, protocol that had to be met. Marik never showed him emotion while they fucked. He was neither cruel nor kind. He was harsh and unyielding and unforgiving and unremorseful. Ryuuji needed him to be, because if Marik were to pity him for this, than surely he would break.

Marik buried himself deep for his release and only after he was sated did he give Ryuuji those last few pumps to send him over the edge. Ryuuji arched off the bed with the force of his release, a ragged scream torn from his throat.

Marik waited for it to pass before he pulled out and licked his hand clean and finally, reached forward to untie the satin ropes tying Ryuuji to the bed.

For just a moment, while Ryuuji gulped air and shuddered, Marik leaned down, resting his forehead against damp black strands of hair, violet eyes slipping shut as he came down from his own high. "Maybe next time." he whispered, fingering a strand of Ryuuji's hair tenderly before he pulled back, sitting at the edge of the bed as he reached for his clothes.

Marik always was breaking the rules.


Post whatevers: Next up is Touzokou (Thief King Bakura) x Yugi. As always, if you liked, please review. Ja!