Chapter 6: Addicted to You

Part one

Bakura tore relentlessly through the apartment, trying to pick up a possible scent or blood trail he could follow, but whoever took Marik was careful about covering up any sort of trail. He kicked a chair furiously in his rage.

"Fucking damn it." He hissed under his breath as he messed the apartment up even more in his search, throwing clothes every which way and shoving the couch into the wall. He was pissed beyond belief that another incubus had come to claim what was his. Marik was fucking his, and he would be damned if he would let someone rip his possession out from under his nose.

Finally, he growled and leaned against the wall. He couldn't run around in a blind rage; he had to concentrate. Surely, whatever creature that took him would have left some sort of spiritual energy behind. Something as powerful as a demon always left a lingering amount of energy.

He slid to the ground and closed his eyes, straining his concentration as he tried to pick up some sort of energy or scent. It took a few moments, but he could sense fear. He was certain it must have been Marik that left this strong energy behind. He had been utterly terrified of whatever demon had taken him couldn't cover it up all the way. Perhaps if he could pick up on Marik's emotions, rather than the creature's, he could find him.

I don't know just how it happened,

Bakura hissed. "God damn it, Ishtar. You're such a fucking handful."

I let down my guard...

o o o

Dank light poured into his vision as his eyelids slid open. His first reaction was to groan and squeeze them shut again, the light hurting his eyes. Though the light was weak, it still stung after having his them closed for so long. After a long moment, he began to slowly open them.

He was expecting to see his bedroom with the faint grayish purple walls and clean carpet, but he was confronted with a peeling, yellow, floral wallpaper on every side of him. Instead of his nice dark cherry wood furniture, the only thing this room offered was white empty dresser and an old brass frame bed, which he was currently strapped to.

Wait...

Strapped to?!

Marik wriggled his limbs. His legs were free, which he kicked about, but his wrists were securely tied to the frame. He yelled out and writhed around, desperately trying to free himself. He felt the tight ropes dig into his skin until his wrists were raw. The bed squeaked loudly, but it wasn't as loud as his screams for help.

He received no reply, so eventually he quieted down with a violent coughing fit. His throat was parched; it felt as if he hadn't had anything to drink in days... which could very well be the case.

He gazed wildly around the room. There was a window, though it was secured shut and looked to be high off the ground, though he wasn't sure just how high. Even so, if he managed to get free, he could somehow find a way down...

If he could get out. He didn't know what had happened, but he had a pretty good idea, given the last thing he remembered.

"That bastard..." he rasped.

"Now that's terribly rude."

Marik nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard that voice merely inches from his ear. He tried to jerk away, but he was strapped in place by his wrists. He stared in the direction of the voice, horrified to see Asad there.

Asad was staring at him with a sickeningly fake look of innocence. "What is it, Hayaty~?"

Marik bit his lip and glared in a different direction, refusing to answer, or even look at the other man. He felt cold fingers grasp his chin and turn his face towards him. He was grinning ear to ear, long fangs poking down towards his chin. "Look at me, Hayaty. I want to see your face, your beautiful eyes..."

Marik felt sick to his stomach. His blood boiled as he was forced to stare into the eyes of the man who had ruined him. He grit his teeth and glared icily, not responding still.

Asad seemed content for now as he shoved his chin away and stood up straight. "This is quite a good look for you. I should have done this from the beginning..." he purred, pacing around the bed, gazing at Marik's body, making the man try and shrink into himself. Those piercing, mauve eyes made the pit of his stomach feel like a block of ice.

"I don't know why you tried to exorcise me, Marik. Surely, you didn't think it actually worked?" Asad let out a short, deranged laugh. "I am too powerful for a little salt and a few spells."

Marik glared blankly ahead, not looking at him.

"It was a nice try. Maybe the exorcise could have worked on a low-grade demon." He snarled bitterly as he threw his fist at the wall in a sudden burst of anger, creating a hole. "Ah, but I forgive you. You're mine, afterall."

"I'm not yours!" Marik finally spat, throwing him a glare.

Asad looked at him icily. Suddenly, he grabbed Marik's ankle with an iron grip, making it impossible to pry away, even with all of Marik's struggles. He squeezed until the pressure and pain became too much and Marik whimpered. He refused to give the bastard the satisfaction though, so he bit his lip.

His mauve eyes were dark with malice as he crushed Marik's ankle in his powerful grip. There was a sickening crack, making him suddenly scream. It was so excruciating, Marik couldn't help but suddenly wail, his body trembling.

"I don't like hurting you, Marik, but you better learn your fucking place," Asad snarled, releasing his ankle and dropping it back onto the bed. "I claimed you. I marked you. You are mine."

Marik was in agony as he took deep breathes, trying to stay in some amount of control. He tried to move his ankle, but a spark of pain followed, making him whimper under his breath. "F...fuck you..." he rasped.

"All in good time, Marik. You know, I've been fucking a lot of people since you managed to get away, but none of them are ever satisfying. Not as much as you were, anyway. I loved breaking you, making you cry and beg like a bitch in heat."

Marik looked away again, his chest heaving with each strained breath. He couldn't believe he was here, at the mercy of somebody he resented to the ends of the earth and beyond. How did he allow himself to be captured? And so easily?

Asad meandered around the bed again, drawing his fingers up Marik's good leg. "I can't wait to hear you again. Your moans and screams as I pound my dick in your ass," he hissed.

He felt disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. He never wanted to feel that thing inside of him again.

"Come now, Marik, it won't be so bad. We both know you love my cock," Asad continued as he slipped down and sat on the edge of the mattress, making the bound man flinch. "Soon you'll be begging for it like you used to."

"Never," Marik hissed, glaring away. "I was naive back then. I was under whatever spell you had cast on me."

"My dear Hayaty, it was never any sort of spell," Asad purred innocently. "You just couldn't resist me. I have that effect on people."

"Not anymore," he muttered stubbornly. "I don't want anything to do with you."

Smack. Asad back-handed Marik's cheek, making him yelp out in pain. He left a mark on the side of his face as he grabbed Marik around his slender throat, giving it the slightest squeeze.

"Too fucking bad!" Asad roared. "You're going to fucking deal with it. You're mine, and you will do as I fucking say or I will gut you like a fish."

His grip tightened a bit, closing Marik's airway just enough to make him wriggle and panic. He watched with cold eyes as Marik struggled around, desperately trying to get some air in his lungs.

"Do you understand me?" he questioned, his nails pressing into the soft skin of Marik's neck.

Marik let out a strangled noise, which was enough for Asad, because he released him. He was left there, gasping for air as Asad got up.

"I have some shit to do so that fucking pathetic shithead you've been fucking doesn't find you," Asad hissed. "We wouldn't want our fun to end so quickly." He stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Swore I'd never fall in love again,

But I fell hard.

o o o

Bakura cursed Domino for being so large. He had been looping around the entire city for hours now, yet he couldn't pinpoint a scent or energy source. The only thing he kept sensing was that damned Itja, who was likely out on the prowl now that it was getting dark.

With a final curse, he followed the thicker and stronger presence. He found him walking the streets, so he stalked a ways behind him until the other man disappeared into an alleyway. When Bakura entered, he was leaning against the wall, his eyes glowed with irritation as Bakura approached.

"I could tell you were after me. I've been smelling you in my territory for an hour now. You know I don't tolerate intruders, even if it's someone as lowly and harmless as you."

"I'm hurt," Bakura scoffed. "I'm not here to hunt, and even if I was, we don't have the same prey."

"Then why are you here? I had the most luscious woman in my sights."

"I'm looking for someone."

"Oh?" Itja asked, leaning lazily against the grimy brick wall. "I'm not sure I can help you. There are many people out there."

Bakura's scowl was met with a cocky smirk. "Here." He lifted a cloth that he used to wipe up some of Marik's blood from the floor. "The one I'm looking for is bleeding. This is his blood."

Itja curled his nose but then tapped his chin, pretending to think. "Hm... I don't know. Humans all smell so similar..."

Bakura caught on, but he was having none of it. He came forward, his nails extending into claws as his temper flared. "Listen you fucking–"

Itja grabbed his wrist midair, crushing it in his powerful hand. Bakura growled as Itja forced him into a submissive kneeling position. He glared daggers at the other creature, enraged by his strength.

Itja leaned forward, his eyes glowing with malice. "I wouldn't try that, pest," he warned darkly before he released Bakura's wrist.

Hissing, Bakura rubbed the sore spot and stood up again. "Fine... How about this: I'll let you hunt in my territory."

A smirk returned to Itja's face. "Ah... now you're speaking my language."

"Just see if you can smell him,"

"Ah – wait. I want to hunt in your territory whenever I feel like it."

"Fine. It doesn't matter anyway. As soon as I get my pet back, I won't need to hunt."

Itja shook his head and sneered. "You're so damn soft." He snatched the cloth from Bakura and sniffed. Both the scent of Marik and his blood was on the cloth. He curled his nose and tossed it to the ground. "This is familiar. I smelled it earlier, along with a faint presence. I didn't recognize it to be your presence either, but since it wasn't in my territory, I didn't bother." He replied.

"Another presence? Must have been the bastard that took Marik. His scent was all over the apartment, but he had covered up any trail well."

"He did. Even I had difficulty picking it up." Itja scoffed. "I think I pinpointed it as being across town, on the western side."

"Is that it?"

"That's more than you could pick up," he hissed before he began sauntering from the dank alleyway. "Just head to the western edge of town. Your disgusting human is somewhere around there."

Guess I should have seen it coming,

Caught me by surprise...

With a nod, Bakura quickly left the alleyway, not caring that he changed forms. Black webbed wings stretched out from his back as he took flight and headed west.

Ishtar, you stupid excuse for a human, you better be fucking alive.

o o o

"How is my Hayaty?" Asad practically sung as he pushed into the room. His good mood had returned obviously returned.

Marik still laid there, tied to the frame of the bed. There was a dull throbbing in his ankle and he rasped a little when he breathed. He didn't even acknowledge Asad as he shut the door behind him and sauntered over to the edge of the bed.

Marik suddenly yelled when Asad hopped on top of him and slammed his fist into his gut.

"I asked you a question!" Asad hissed, grabbing Marik by the bangs and pushing his face up so they were eye-to-eye. "I asked how the fuck are you doing?"

Marik let out a groan, but didn't answer. He refused to. This made Asad angrier and he gave him another punch to the gut. "Answer me!"

"I'm fucking thirsty!" Marik yowled back, gasping to regain air.

Asad instantly seemed to calm down as he smirked and released Marik's hair. "I'm sorry to hear that. Would you like some water, my dear Hayaty?"

Marik glowered at Asad's chest and slowly nodded. He was very parched, and he didn't want to be punched again when so much of his body already felt sore.

Asad slipped off the bed and disappeared. He came back with a glass of murky looking water. Marik was hesitant, but he supposed if Asad wanted to poison him, he could have done it any other time. Asad put the glass to his lips and he slowly took the lukewarm liquid down his throat.

"Is that better, my dear Hayaty?" Asad cooed. Marik begrudgingly nodded, though the water tasted like ass...

Asad set the cup aside and moved to straddle Marik's hips, making him panic and squirm, though this did nothing to dislodge the possessive demon.

"You are most beautiful when you are afraid," he purred, drawing his fingers down Marik's cheek, making his stomach churn. He turned his head away, feeling disgusted he was being touched in such a manner.

"Come now. Look at me."

Marik didn't turn his gaze.

"Marik. Look at me."

He stubbornly averted his gaze to the wall.

"Marik! I told you to fucking look at me!" he snarled, grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head so he faced him. Marik grunted, but refused to scream in pain again.

"I wouldn't have to fucking hurt you if you did what I said. You used to always do everything I told you," Asad growled.

"Looks like I'm not your obedient little slut anymore," Marik spat back at him.

"I guess I'll have to break you," Asad said slowly, a smirk taking his lips. His voice lowered to a soft whisper. "Last time it was so easy... All I had to do was look at you in just the right away and you would have killed your own family if I told you to." Asad ran his free hand down Marik's chest before slipping it underneath his shirt to feel his abdomen. "It'll be just like before. I'll take care of you. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again... doesn't that sound nice?"

Marik grit his teeth, his muscles trembling anywhere Asad touched.

"I'll make you feel better than he ever did."

Marik closed his eyes, not wanting to see Asad's hand push past the hem of his pants and underwear. He didn't want to feel Asad's erection poking into his hip.

He bit his lip, biting back a noise of disgust as he felt a hand go around his flaccid member. He felt no pleasure as the same hand that had done unspeakable things to him was rubbing gently at his cock. He felt Asad's hand leave his hair. He didn't have to open his eyes to know he had began touching himself, because he could hear the airy grunt of pleasure.

He hurt terribly, both his body and mind. He didn't want to be here under Asad, feeling his grimy hands touched him anywhere he pleased. He wished he was at home, laying on the couch with Bakura with some mindless show on, bitching to each other about unimportant things. He could practically hear him now.

I wasn't looking where I was going,

I fell into your eyes [1]

Asad's hand suddenly, but thankfully, stopped. Marik opened his eyes as the other man perked his head up, seemingly listening for something.

"That dick," he suddenly hissed as he removed himself from Marik and got up, rushing towards the door. "You're going to stay right fucking here."

"It's not like I can leave anyway..." Marik snarled softly.

That was the wrong thing to say. Asad's deranged gaze turned to him and he slammed a fist down on Marik's broken ankle, making him scream out in agony.

"When I get back, your ass is fucking mine," he growled before he left, slamming the door behind him.

o o o

The distant scream caught Bakura's attention.

He had been circling western Domino for awhile now. Scents and presences intermingled too much for him to pinpoint his human's location. However, there was no doubt that scream belonged to Marik.

It sounded as if it came from an old brick apartment, and as Bakura approached, he decided it had been long abandoned, given the thick ivy crawling up the stone walls and the broken windows.

However, before he could get any closer, his nostrils were filled with the putrid scent from earlier. Still in the air, he pivoted his body around, confronting another incubus who was remained in human form, save for the massive golden wings that extended from his back.

His hair was wild, like a lion's mane, making him look even bigger and more intimidating. Two mauve, beastly eyes glowed ominously as the demon stared Bakura down. "I'm surprised you managed to find him. Not that it matters, I'm going to fucking destroy you!" he cackled.

Bakura sneered. He could tell now that this incubus was far stronger than he, but that meant nothing. He would have taken on the lord of the underworld himself if it meant saving Marik's useless ass.

"I'll be the one destroying you. You've pissed me the fuck off."

The other roared in laughter. "You?! I can tell you're fucking weak. I might as well be fighting a human."

Bakura snarled, his patience at its end. "Don't underestimate me. You took what belonged to me, so I'm going to kill you for it."

"What belonged to you?" he barked, outraged. "You mean Marik? You have things quite turned around. You see, he is mine, he has always been mine. I just lost him for a time."

"What are you..." Bakura's sentence suddenly trailed away. "You. You're Asad, aren't you?"

"Ah! I see my Hayaty told you about me," Asad cooed. "Or perhaps my reputation in the underworld has reached even the lowest scum such as yourself. Not that it matters. Marik is back in my possession, and I will fucking kill you for taking him."

Bakura let out a wild snarl as rage overcame him, and he felt himself shifting in response. He lashed his black-scaled tail and hissed, baring his newly elongated fangs in a threatening display. Curled, jagged horns grew from his head and dark leathery wings flared from behind him, extending outward to their full span. Sharpened claws were held up in a challenging manner, poised to strike at any moment.

"I'll kill you!" Bakura snarled, his voice dripping with pure hatred and venom as he gave a powerful flap of his massive wings and launched himself at the other demon. His charge was easily avoided by Asad, who moved as quick as a blur behind Bakura.

"Too slow~!" Asad taunted before he kicked his foot into Bakura's back, sending him flying down to the ground. He slammed into the pavement of the abandoned street, dust and stone exploding out around him. He growled as his head spun with the collision, but it would take far more than that to kill him.

Asad casually followed him, a wide grin on his face. He hovered above the hole, looking down into it with a cocky look on his face.

"Was that all?" he mocked. "What did my Hayaty see in you?"

Bakura rose from the ground, a few bits of his outfit were torn, but his wounds healed in a matter of seconds. He stepped out of the hole his body had made on impact and launched after Asad again, a wild snarl escaping his peeled back lips.

Asad cackled again, not even bothering taking the threat seriously. He purposely dodged the attack at the last moment by merely slipping to one side. He then clenched his hand into a powerful fist and swung it at Bakura's skull.

There was a crack as the scrawny demon was sent flying to the ground due to the high power impact. While he laid in the dust and tried to quickly recover, Asad landed and stomped his foot on his head. "You're pathetic. Why Marik even dirtied his dick with you, I'll never know," he said with a distasteful hiss, forcing Bakura's face to press harshly against the pavement with his foot.

Bakura snarled and struggled. He sent Asad a deadly glare, which was ignored. Asad stared down in a bored manner, pivoting his ankle to force Bakura's face to rub painfully against the hard concrete.

Asad sneered. "You're not even worth my time. It's time to stop messing around." He growled as he lifted a hand, his claws growing. He kicked Bakura onto his back and couched above him.

"I don't like using magic. I greatly prefer feeling my opponent's hot blood on my skin." He smirked. "How should I do it–?"

His sentence was cut off as Bakura launched a lightning-fast punch to his face, causing a crunch. However, he hadn't gone flying back like Bakura hoped. Rather, the man watched in shock as Asad's whole head turned with the impact, his neck cracking at an impossible angle. With a furious expression, he took his head in his hands and turned it with a sickening crack, adjusting it to how it should be.

"That was awfully rude," he snarled lowly, staring at the shocked Bakura. "I was going to kill you quickly, but now I'm going to make you suffer." His grin became wide, revealing a row of razor-sharp teeth. He began laughing, hard and shrill, "Kehehehe[2]!"

The laugh grated against Bakura's ears, but he had no time to concern himself with that as powerful fingers wrapped around his throat, closing his airways. He struggled, clawing at Asad's muscled arm, struggling against the demon and trying to get him away. Asad just kept laughing, the noise echoing through the abandoned streets.

"You... I'm going to fucking kill you!" he roared, swirls of energy beginning to whip around him. He dug his claws into Bakura's throat, causing him to gurgle. With his nails embedded in his neck, he dragged his claws down his front, all the way to his abdomen. Bakura screeched as deep gashes were left in his claws' wake, blood welling out from the fatal wounds.

Asad stared wildly as he licked his claws clean, staring down at the massive wound he left on Bakura's front. He laid there, gurgling, his eyes wide and panicked.

"Not even you will recover from that," Asad snarled, watching the crimson liquid pool around his bare feet. The smell was delicious, but he had no interest in feeding off this demon's blood.

Bakura opened his mouth, but there was only blood instead of words. His body felt as if it were on fire, hot and wet from blood. He tried to concentrate his energy on healing, but the wound was so great, and so much of his energy had been used in the fight and healing previous wounds...

Asad grinned. "As much as I would love to sit here and watch the life be drained out of you, I'd much rather spend time with my Hayaty."

With an amused gaze, Asad turned and walked away, leaving the dying demon on the concrete.

Fuck... It hurts... It hurts so damn much.

Bakura couldn't even take a breath. His throat was marred, along with his entire chest. Those claws had ripped through his clothes and skin, leaving nothing but bubbling blood and open flesh. He writhed, but his limbs had become numb.

I've never felt such human pain...

He gargled again when he tried to breathe. His vision was getting fuzzy, the pain being replaced with a numbing, floating feeling. He was losing a lot of blood, and didn't have the energy to stop it. Only another demon, one a higher rank, could inflict such an awful wound.

His eyes rolled back, his thoughts becoming jostled and hazy. Images of his recent conquest came to mind. Those tanned muscles, that golden hair, those brilliant, lavender eyes always dancing with some sort of twisted joke the two had shared. Such a unique history, with a perfect personality to match his own.

Marik.

o o o

When the door slid open, Marik's blood ran cold when he saw Asad. Part of him had been hoping for Bakura, but that wish had been too good to be true. His demon features still remained from the fight he had heard.

"What happened?" Marik croaked out. "I heard–I heard fighting."

"Your little boyfriend came to save you," Asad scoffed, his smirk growing wide.

Marik's eyes widened. "Bakura?" He questioned.

Asad ignored him as he drew a closer. "But you don't have to worry about him any longer."

"What? What did you do?!" his voice rose and his eyes narrowed.

"He won't be interrupting us ever again."

Marik writhed wildly, his wrists yanking roughly at the rope. "Tell me! What the fuck did you do?"

Asad smirked and came closer, running his claw tips across Marik's skin, taking his time in answering.

"I killed him."

My girlfriend wrote the Zorkura paragraph. Her friend beta'd this chapter. Thanks Rae's friend.

[1] Addicted to You by Avicci

[2] Imagine the Accelerator laugh tho (if you don't know what that is, it's from an Anime. Look up "accelerator laugh" on YouTube)