Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ai No Corrida (Empire of the Senses) ❯ Chapter 3

Title: Ai No Corrida (Empire of the Senses)

Author: purkle dragon goddess

Rating: NC-17

Original Characters: You are kidding right? Okay a few secondary people who have to be there but no one important.

Type: yaoi

Status: Multi-part

Spoilers: Yeah right, don't think so.

Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh, the movie this is more or less based on, the computer I'm using to write this, or just about anything else really

Summary: A young slave is seduced by his new master, but what happens when the slave turns the tables on the master?

This is based on a 1976 Japanese film by the same name; okay so I actually took a few liberties with the story...but the movie was based on a true happening from the 1930's.

After being left alone in the room, Marik walked over to the bed and unsure of what else to do, lay down.

A solitary light in the room burned brightly, keeping dark shadows at bay. He glanced around the room...four walls, one door, a small dresser (although he had no idea what that was for, as a slave it wasn't as if he would have many changes of clothing) and a single bed; the depressing Spartan conditions just reinforcing his new position in life.

Everything had happened so fast in the past few weeks, he'd never had a moment to stop and contemplate his bleak future. Now alone for the first time since the attack on his village, the faces of his lost family and friends came to him bringing tears to his eyes. The memory of last moments together playing out in his mind. The way his sister smiled, his mother's sweet voice singing in the night, the way his father was teaching him to take over the family business. He lay there crying, missing them now more than ever.

"I'm sorry you're not happy here."

Marik was startled at the sound of his new master's voice. He jumped out of the bed, knelt on the floor face down. "I'm sorry Master, they said..."

"This is your room, you can lie on the bed if you want," the voice holding a touch of laughter. He watched as the dark skinned boy kept to the floor, "Of course if you prefer the floor..."

"What's your name child?"

"Marik, sir," the words of the blue-eyed slave from earlier came back to him, "if you like."

"You don't like your name Marik?" There was no doubt this time of the laughter. He sat down on the edge of the bed, "Marik come here," patting the spot next to him.

Marik got up from the floor, and then keeping his head still respectfully bowed sat down on the indicated spot. He shook slightly, fear going through him. The man who demanded his attention earlier at the traders, who purchased him after looking him over as one would an animal, was now beside him and the feeling of being starred at again by this man freighted him completely.

"Marik," the name came falling from his lips, "I have a proposition for you. This is highly unusual, but I'm going to ask you to perform a certain task for me." He watched as his words crossed the boys' mind, laughing to himself at the thoughts he knew the boy had to be thinking. 'Not yet my dark skinned angel. No by that time you'll be more than willing...'

"I'm in need of a new personal servant. My last one is tied up at the moment with other matters," an image of Bakura tied to the bed crossed his mind momentarily.

A giant wave of relief washed over Marik. It wasn't as if he were an innocent, and he knew as a slave he couldn't refuse his master's orders. Still, he had never done any of the things that had raced through his mind without wanting to or without feeling for the one he was doing them with.

"It would mean moving into my room so you will always be at hand when needed. You will be with me no matter where I go unless necessary for me to be alone. You will help me dress in the morning, bathe, and get ready for bed at night...and anything else that I might need. Will you accept this Marik?'

He sat there think about it for a moment, realizing there were many worse things he could, as a slave be forced to do. 'Better to have even a small say in it.' "Yes master, I'd like to do this for you."

"Look up at me Marik." The violet eyes rose up slowly, taking in the form of his master. The long legs, the firm, strong torso and chest, the hard-set face offset by a set of sparkling hazel eyes. "As long as we are alone together, you may look up, unless you displease me," he paused for a moment thinking again of Bakura. "Never displease me and I'll be the best master you could ever ask for Marik...you wouldn't like me angry... understand."

"I'll try not to upset you master." The boy Seto had already told him that. And he was sure he didn't want to tempt the Fates who were watching over him.

"Good boy." He got up, signaling for Marik to follow him. "First thing, I need a bath...I had a rather strenuous workout before I came to see you."

Marik caught the smile that played upon his master's mouth as he said this, and for some reason found himself very afraid again.

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"What does he expect me to do?" The doctor looked over the broken form in an attempt to find one small spot undamaged.

"Heal him obviously," the harsh answer came, "At least enough to be sold off." They had both seen this enough times to know the drill. Eventually someone always got hurt, to the point of uselessness; one day, they feared it would go past that point, neither one wanted to be here for that.