A/N: Bronzeshipping for Karone Mikashi. You're just amazing. I like when people have nice things to say. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside along with my writing being worth a damn. I got a shit ton of requests, now. I'll list them at the bottom, but... I have an idea. Anyone remember that Prideshipping that ended with Seto being all 'maybe I can learn to love Yuugi'? Does anyone want a Rivalshipping sequel? lol, it'll be the Rivalshipping sequel to the Prideshipping sequel that was the sequel to Scandalshipping. XD

Seme!Marik, because we love some uke!Mariku. Deal with it. Enjoy and Review~. Also, it does contain violence, Karone. Sorry if this displeases you..

Chapter Twenty-Three (I think): Bronzeshipping (Again)

Marik's footsteps echoed of the onyx walls of Mariku's soul room.

Scratch that. His room. No demon such as he could ever possess a soul.

The hikari smiled ruefully to himself, proud that he'd kept such a secret. Everyone assumed Mariku was dead, wasting away somewhere in the Shadow Realm, or maybe the Valley of Lost Souls. But that wasn't it at all. Mariku was still very much alive, though he was once again a prisoner in Marik's mind, this time with no hope of escape. He leered down at his yami once he reached him, loving the way the chains rattled as he tried to escape.

But there was no escape. Not now, not ever. Marik was stronger now, he didn't need Rashid to hold back the monster within. Something told him he'd become worse than Mariku, at least when he was alone. When he was around others, he was light and happy. He put Yuugi to shame.

Then again, he'd always been such a good actor.

"Hello."

Mariku glared up at him, eyes narrowed hatefully. Marik smiled without a care in the world and sat beside his little toy.

"How are you today, yami?" he asked. He loved pissing Mariku off with his attemps at normality. Just as expected, Mariku snarled and curled in on himself. Marik snatched him back by his hair, tugging his head back. "No, no. None of that, now. Answer the fucking question."

Mariku barked a laugh, eyes slanted to the side to see Marik at this position. "How the fuck do you think I am, Marik? Pissed. No, not pissed. Murderous. Then again, that isn't so new, is it?"

Marik hummed, but tightened his grip on his yami's hair. He climbed on top of him, shoving him down with such a force that his head cracked against the floor. Mariku yelped and struggled, but Marik trapped his arms. "Why must you act so ungreatful, Mariku? After all, I could have banished you for real."

Mariku growled. "Anything is better than this."

Marik hissed and delivered a punch to the taller Egyptian's eye.

"What the fuck, Marik!" he howled. Marik placed his hand over Mariku's throat.

"Bad slaves need to be punished, now don't they?"

Mariku's eyes widened. He'd heard that line many times, right before Marik would beat him or rape him.

Mariku began to cry.

"Please, I'm sorry!"

He looked up ito his hikari's pupiless eyes, whimpering. What had he done to Marik? The boy shook his head violently, already beginning to rid him of his tattered shirt. "You never listened to me when I begged! Why should you be any different?! How did you feel, Mariku, all those times you beat me or molested me? Did you feel powerful?! You don't know true power!"

Marik was screaming, now. Mariku looked around in vain for anything to fight with. He wished he could just keep his mouth shut or escape this gods forsaken place. Marik noticed his eyes wondering and grinned.

"You'll never escape me. Even after death, you'll be mine." he whispered against his ear. He moved suddenly and sank his teeth into Mariku's abused flesh, forcing the yami to hold back a cry. Wounds that were nearly healed were reopened by Marik's dirty fingernails, the grime burning the scratches.

"I won't do it again." Mariku whispered. Marik growled.

"You say that every time, Mariku. Every. Fucking. Time. Did I sound this pathetic? Gods, I hope not."

Marik continued to drag his nails down his yami's flesh, growing more aroused by the cries. Mariku thrashed as Marik nipped at his nipples, while his fingers still clawed at Mariku's sides. The yami's pants were already torn so they were easily gotten rid of. He shivered against the floor of his hell, trying in vain to cover himsel from Marik's lewd gaze.

"Now, now. Don't do that." Marik purred, prying those legs back open. Mariku buckled, trying to contain moans as Marik's tongue mapped his thighs. The hikari slid lower, nipping at the yami's balls before sitting up and ridding himself of his clothing. He crawled until he straddled Mariku's neck, smiling down at him. "Suck."

Marik's erect cock was shoved down Mariku's throat with such a force, he began to gag and his eyes watered anew. Marik, however, just threw his head back and let out a keening cry. He smiled down at his abused yami, stroking his hair almost kindly.

"You're such a good little whore."

Mariku winced at the jab to his pride. He swallowed around Marik, trying to clear his throat. Marik's thighs trembled and he hissed out a simple command.

"Again."

Mariku swallowed and hummed, sucking with renewed force. He wanted to get this over with. Marik let out a sound that aroused Mariku despite his hatred for the other teen. He had no one to blame besides himself . He'd taken an innocent light and broken it far more than Marik's father ever had. Marik came with a silent cry, catching Mariku off guard. He pulled back and coughed, turning his head to the side to spit out his other's essence.

A hand slammed his face down into the ejaculate. "Fucking swallow it." Marik commanded. Mariku covered a sob with a cough but proceeded to lick the milky substance off of the floor. He swallowed reluctantly, wincing at the taste. He looked up at Marik who was smiling.

"You've made such a mess of yourself. "

Mariku made a swipe at the mess on his face, but was shoved back down roughly.

"Turn over."

Mariku hesitated a moment too long. Marik delivered another punch, this time to his right ear. He cried out and turned quickly enough, falling onto his forearms. The postition left his ass in the air, bared and bruised. Marik ran his hands over it gently. "It makes it so much easier when you do as I say the first time."

He slammed in then, enticing a scream from his yami's throat. He pulled out before thrusting back in, immediately setting a horribly fast pace. Mariku shook and trembled, knees being rubbed raw by the floor as he was shoved back and forth. Marik panted above him, running his hands and tongue all over Mariku. He leaned down.

"Touch yourself."

Mariku whimpered, reluctantly taking hold of his member and gently stroking it. Marik wasn't pleased.

"Don't be a fucking pansy! Faster!"

Mariku complied, jerking himself roughly. Marik moaned at the sight, shivering before biting into Mariku's neck as he climaxed. Mariku screamed and fell forward, never climaxing. Marik pulled out and kicked him in the side.

"You're such a little bitch."

He dressed quickly, like always, throwing one last glance over his shoulder at his yami. "Goodnight."

Mariku pulled himself into the fetal position, already summoning his strength and attitude. Next time, he'd beat Marik. He was the stronger one. He was like superior.

He was the darkness.

A/N: That happened. So anyways, let's get on with some request, mkays? Four from Aqua Girl 007:

Vaseshipping- Mana/Atem

Peachshipping- Anzu/Yuugi

Staffshipping-Mana/Marik

Polarshipping- Jounouchi/Mai

Ruby of Raven requested Carmenshipping which is Mariku/Seto/& Bakura.

Let me know if y'all want the Rivalshipping sequel to a sequel. Okay? Love you all.

Merry part, blessed be.

~Nightingale.