Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Apocalypse ❯ Reconciliation and Retribution ( Chapter 17 )

WARNING: MALIK X MARIK LEMON!

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Reconciliation and Retribution

 

Malik pulled back from his yami. “You..you need me?”

“Considering how much I have hurt you in the past….I can understand if you don't want to be with me anymore, though.”

“Marik, I never said I didn't want to be with you.”

Marik looked his husband in the eye. “Why did you marry me?”

Malik gave his yami a small smile. “Because I love you. That's why.”

“But I was an asshole!”

“Marik, you may have been, but there's no way to turn back the clock now. But have I ever said that I regretted being with you, even after all the beatings and torture? No. I never did….except when Aku possessed me. But I couldn't control that.”

Marik looked down with a sad sigh.

Malik kissed his yami deeply with a needful moan. Malik's hand grabbed Marik's shirt and pulled it over his yami's head. Marik removed Malik's shirt in the same fashion and ran his hands over the mortal's bronze skin.

His fingertops brushed lightly down Malik's chest and rose to gently massage Malik's shoulders. The hikari's hands explored his husband's chest carefully and rose to cup Marik's face in his hands.

Malik leaned close to Marik. “I…forgive you.”

The blond yami pulled Malik against him. “I don't deserve forgiveness…..your forgiveness.”

The hikari kissed hi yami's lips. “Shh…it's okay, Marik. I know it's hard for you to understand why I would. Just believe me when I say that it's the truth.”

Malik kissed Marik's chin and down the front of his now-exposed neck. The mortal's kisses peppered down his yami's skin slowly and softly. The feather-light kisses made Marik's skin tingle.

The Egyptian's head slowly descended on Marik's body. Malik's expert tongue slid up Marik's body from his belly button to his neck. The blond yami let out a soft moan and a whimper.

“Do you like that, yami?”

“Are my shudders and moans any indication?” Marik quipped.

Both of them chuckled.

Malik's kisses slid down Marik's body again. The yami felt his hikari tug on the button of his jeans and unzip the zipper.

The yami watched as his hikari freed the head of his arousal from his jeans and gave the tip a little lick.

A smile crossed the yami's face. “Is this part of an elaborate scheme to make me feel better?”

Malik grinned and shrugged. “It may be…..”

Marik bit his lip and gasped as Malik swallowed around the tip, sucking and licking the flesh rhythmically. The hikari tugged at the jeans as Marik lifted himself up,

The pants quickly tugged off by the two desperate Ishtars, were thrown in the corner. Malik licked his yami from base to tip, kissing the underside of his yami's arousal.

A sudden warmth surrounded Marik's arousal as his hikari deep-throated him and moaned. The blond yami laid back on the bed with his legs dangling off the side of their bed. “Gods, Malik….you feel so good.”

The hikari drew back. “I know what makes my yami feel good.”

Malik reached into the side drawer and removed a bottle of cherry oil. Malik placed some on his finger and licked it. “Mmm..cherry. Tastes good.”

The yami grinned. “Cherry? That doesn't sound like something we'd have. Maybe Bakura left it the last time he was in here.”

“Oh, yeah! He did leave it!” Malik laughed. “I hope Bakura has some for his own in case he needs it.”

Marik shrugged. “They'll make do.”

The hikari coated a finger and dribbled some of the cherry oil onto Marik's length. The liquid slipped down the hard arousal, sending the yami whimpering with need.

“Malik, please…..”

The mortal grinned and swallowed around his yami again. The exploring finger coated Marik's entrance with some of the liquid. Marik arched his back and moaned as he felt the digit slip into his body. He took a deep breath and waited impatiently for his body to adjust to Malik's finger.

His hips slowly raised into the silky warm heat of his husband. He clutched the comforter beneath him to relieve some of the tension.

A kiss to the tip of his length calmed him. “Relax, love,” Malik whispered.

Marik nodded quietly as he forced himself to relax.

A second digit was added as Malik deep throated Marik again.

“Malik….I need you…please…”

The hikari slowly removed his fingers and straddled Marik's waist. “Yami Marik, prepare me, will you?”

The hikari handed his yami the bottle of cherry oil.

The two Ishtars engaged in a heated, hungry kiss. Their mocha bodies pressed against each other, their blond hair becoming damp with sweat added to the atmosphere of desire.

Malik whimpered into the kiss as he felt his yami slide a well-lubricated finger into him.

The digit slipped into his body deeply and wiggled, stretching his body. When the second one was entered shortly thereafter, they scissored apart the tight canal.

“Marik…I need you.”

The yami removed himself and slowly guided his hikari onto his length. The hikari impaled himself slowly on the arousal, careful not to do so too quickly.

When he felt his husband completely embedded within him, the two Ishtars remained still.

Slowly, the painful sensation of being penetrated slipped away and Malik slowly began to move. He rocked back and forth on his yami at first, bringing him out, only to absorb him again.

“Malik….you're so sexy when you do that.”

Malik grinned. “What? When I ride you?”

Marik nodded. “Of course.”

Slowly the moans of pleasure filled the room. Malik rocked against Marik harder and brought himself down harder on his husband's length.

Marik gripped Malik's hips and helped him move faster. “Come on, baby….that's it.”

Malik wrapped his arms around Marik and whimpered. “So close….”

“Come with me, baby…”

Marik planted a hungry kiss on Marik as he screamed his release between himself and his husband.

“Marik…please….”

Marik slammed a couple more times into Malik's body and moaned loudly as he released. Malik fell forward onto Marik's body. The yami wrapped his arms around Malik and held him close.

“Thank you,” he said kissing Malik's cheek.

“We'll go visit Aten tomorrow, Malik. We can straighten all this out.”

Marik sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Somehow….I doubt that.”

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Ryou walked into the darkened bedroom, finding Bakura curled up on his side resting on the bed. He could see a contemplative look on his yami's face. An evil grin crossed his lips for a fleeting moment before he settled next to Bakura, draping his arm around his yami's bruised shoulder.

Bakura winced as Ryou's hand covered the bruised area, but he swallowed back a snarl and sighed instead.

"Rough night tonight," Ryou said quietly, gently kissing Bakura's earlobe.

Bakura shuddered as Ryou kissed his ear, the memories of what Ryou had said earlier played over and over in his head.

Ryou narrowed his eyes and grabbed Bakura's arm roughly. "Just who the fuck do you think you are!" he snapped, throwing Bakura's arm down as hard as he could. "Fuck you, thief! I've kissed your ass for all these years and what has it gotten me? JACK SHIT! Well, that stops here and now, you son of a bitch!"

Bakura narrowed his eyes and rolled on his back. "What was all that about who could love a demon like me, Ryou? You didn't have one ounce of concern for me!"

Ryou sat up quickly. In one swift movement, he straddled Bakura's hips and pinned the yami's wrists down to the bed above his head. "You fucking suck, you know that?" he snarled in Bakura's face. "You are a fucking demon! That's all you will ever be! An evil, blood-thirsty, piece of shit bastard DEMON!"

Bakura stared up at Ryou above him in shock. [“Fuck you, daddy.”] rang in his head, fresh from Aria's own lips. His own daughter hated him.....His own daughter had turned on him. The white-haired yami cast his eyes low as memories of what he had made his hikari endure ran through his head. He hurt Ryou...raped him..beat him...starved him....all for his own pleasure.

'Maybe I am a demon,' he thought.

He kept his eyes lowered, unable to look his furious husband in the eye.

Ryou released one of Bakura's wrists and slapped him across the face. "Nobody could ever love you, I know I never did. I only used you."

Bakura shook his head. "It's not true, Ryou! You lie!"

"Nobody could ever love you, I know I never did. I only used you to.. Oh never mind. There is no need to justify myself to one as low as you.” Ryou grabbed Bakura's face and squeezed his jaw between his fingers. He picked the yami's head up off the pillow a few inches and brought their mouths crashing together. Ryou growled into Bakura's mouth before pushing him back down to the mattress. He looked the shocked yami square in the eyes. "The only thing I ever lied about was when I said I love you."

Bakura narrowed his eyes at Ryou above him. He fought back the tears that threatened to sting the back of his eyes. "Ryou, get off of me."

Ryou rolled his eyes as he crawled off Bakura. "You're no fun. What's the matter? A little rough foreplay and right away you get all pouty? I always knew you were a big pussy."

Bakura just stared at Ryou in disbelief. "You really mean what you are saying to me, hikari?"

Without warning, Ryou drew back and punched Bakura in the stomach full force. "Every. Fucking. Word."

Bakura flailed around for a few moments than gripped his stomach as Ryou punched him repeatedly. The yami rolled over on his side clutching his stomach, forgetting his vulnerable wounds on his back.

"You're nothing but a soul snatching asshole!" Ryou screamed as he mercilessly continued pounding his yami's exposed bruises. "I wish I would have let the Pharaoh keep you!"

Bakura opened his mouth to scream for Marik, but he found his voice gone and his mouth dry.

Bakura opened his mouth to scream for Marik, but he found his voice gone and his mouth dry. He lay on the bed gasping for air and cringing from the pain.

Ryou suddenly withdrew his fists and grew very quiet. He gently turned Bakura over onto his stomach and peppered kisses over the bruised areas. "Did I hurt you, yami?" he asked quietly, trying to sound concerned.

Bakura coughed and wiped a small trail of blood from his chin. "Ryou...."

Ryou licked his lips as he leaned over his yami, bringing them cheek to cheek. He traced his tongue over the trail of blood seeping from Bakura's swollen lip. "Mmm..." he moaned as he kissed the corner of Bakura's mouth, "I love how you taste."

Bakura looked up at his hikari in disbelief. "Ryou, since when did you enjoy the taste of blood?"

Ryou moaned again, this time in Bakura's ear. He rocked his hips against Bakura, sliding his hard-on up and down the cleft of his yami's ass. "Bakura? Shut up, I'll asked all the questions. Besides, did I give you permission to open your mouth?"

"Ryou, you are not acting yourself! You've been acting strangely!"

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall..." Ryou chuckled as he bit down hard into Bakura's exposed neck.

Bakura winced and growled at his hikari's force upon his neck. "Ry....ou....." A whimper was torn from Bakura as Ryou placed his weight on him, forcing more weight on his bruises.

Ryou dug his fingers into Bakura's sore shoulders and pinned him to the bed. "What's wrong? Can't take a little pain?"

Bakura looked up at his hikari silently, a look of horror plastered on his face.

Ryou slipped his arm under Bakura's stomach and hoisted the yami's hips up into position. He was just about to slide a finger inside Bakura's back entrance.

Bakura's eyes widened. "Ryou, No! I don't want this!"

Bakura fought Ryou, thrashing and twisting his tired body around as he tried to squirm away.

Ryou gnashed his teeth and clenched his fists together tightly. "Well, well, doesn't that sound familiar! I seem to remember a decent young man saying those exact words to a demon that thought it was funny to degrade, rape, and torment him to no ends. Ring any bells with you?"

Ryou took a breath as he crawled off of Bakura. "You're ass isn't worth fucking anyways. Marik's sloppy seconds never really turned me on anyway. You're so loose, I'm surprised your head hasn't fallen out your ass."

Without another word said, Ryou yanked all the covers onto his side of the bed and went to sleep.

Bakura's eyes remained wide open in shock. “Aria…and Ryou hate me now.”

*****Dream Sequence******************

Aten opened his eyes and looked beside him. His mother was laying in the bed, his eyes staring wide-eyed at the ceiling. Aten saw naked Ryou twitching , a bruise on Ryou's neck was plainly visible.

The teen rolled over to his mother and tugged at the ropes. “I'll get you out, mother! I'll free us both!”

Ryou's breath came in sharp gasps. “Do it for Aten….Do it for Aten…”

“Mother, it's going to be---.”

The door to the bedroom was kicked in and Aten jumped, startled.

“Hello, Aten.”

“Dad, we have to get mother out of these ropes. Can you help me?”

Marik walked over to Aten. “Sure. I can help.”

Aten cried out as he felt a rough hand grab his hair and pull him back.

“Time to pay your dues, little boy.”

Marik tugged Aten's hair back and slammed the boy's face into the mattress. Another hand tore at Aten's pants.

“Get ready for daddy,” Marik grinned.

“Daddy! Stop!”

“You are my son! I have every right to fuck you if I want!”

Marik pulled Aten's head back. “Kiss your mother on the lips like your grandfather taught you to do! Kiss him deeply! Stick that tongue in there, you little bastard!”

***End dream****

Robbie opened his eyes to the sound of wheezing and whimpering. A bitter smell hovered faintly in the air. He yawned and rolled over., finding Aten on his back, convulsing.

“Aten?! Aten, what's wrong?”

Aten grabbed his chest. “Can't…..*wheeze*….breathe….*wheeze*….pain.&# 8221;

The Egyptian grabbed his chest, clawing at the material.

“Oh, god, you're angina! Aten, it's okay, baby.”

Vera heard a moan next door to her room. She rolled her eyes and reached for the cigarettes by her bed.

“Damn brat….why can't he just keep it down in there?”

Vera removed another cigarette from its pack and lit it with her lighter. She took a slow, deep drag on it and blew the smoke into the air with a satisfied grin. “Oh, yes…this is the life.”

Another moan came from the room and Vera banged on the wall with her fist hard. “STOP THAT RACKET!”

Aten closed his eyes tightly. “Robbie……”

Robbie kissed Aten's cheek. “It's gonna be okay, baby. I'll take care of you.”

Aten wheezed for breath.

“Aten, please don't go….”

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Miranda sipped her coffee and shook her head. In her hand she gripped the handle of her coffee cup tightly. Beside her, Daniel leaned back in his chair.

“What are we going to do with her? I thought she would have tried to make up with John by now.”

Miranda sighed. “I don't know, Daniel. I can't toss her out on the street.”

“Why not?”

“First of all, mom would come charging over here like a mad woman. I don't want to subject poor Aten to her. You know how she is.”

Daniel sighed and let his head fall back. “We have to do something, Miranda.”

“The last thing I want is mom poking her nose where it isn't wanted.”

“Miranda, you're forty years old. You're mother doesn't have any say in how you live your life anymore.”

The woman lowered her head. “I know. If she comes here, she's going to ruin everything. I just know it.”

Daniel groaned and took Miranda's hand. “Look, we'll deal with it. If she comes over, she'll just have to accept us and our son….Aten included. If they have a problem with it, that is on them. Not us.”

“You're right, Daniel.”

Vera walked into the kitchen and sat at the kitchen table. “I have no idea what your son and his …..boyfriend ….are doing upstairs, but one of them is moaning like a banchee.”

Miranda chuckled. “Well, what do you expect? Robbie really loves Aten.”

“I think it's horrid.”

Daniel shrugged. “Too bad, Vera. You either like it, tolerate it, or leave.”

“Can't they be considerate and moan a little less…..loudly?”

“I'll talk to them about it, Vera. When are you going to go back and reconcile with John?”

Vera stuck her nose in the air. “I have no time for that silly boy.”

Robbie hobbled down the steps quickly and into the kitchen.

“Morning, son,” Daniel said.

“Morning, Robbie,” Miranda said, stirring her coffee.

“Hi, mom. Hi, dad,” Robbie said quickly as he reached for Aten's medication.

“What's wrong, Robbie?”

Robbie leaned on the counter to open Aten's emergency pills. “It's Aten…..he's in bad shape.”

Miranda and Daniel's heads snapped up. “What's wrong with him?”

“Aten's angina is acting up again.”

Miranda stood up. “Let's go, Daniel!”

Miranda and Daniel ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Robbie fumbled with the medicine bottle with shaking hands as a muffled scream came from the upstairs.

“Why are you wasting your time, Robert?” Vera asked.

“What do you mean?” Robbie opened the medicine bottle and grabbed another.

“You're trying to save the life of a dying kid. You may as well just give up and let him go.”

Robbie narrowed his tear-filled eyes. “Never! I won't let Aten die on me!”

Vera stood up and chuckled. “He's dying, Robbie. There's nothing you can do about it. You should accept it and move on.”

Robbie growled as he dropped the pill bottle on the ground. It rolled to Vera's feet.

The woman leaned down and picked up the bottle. “These will only prolong his suffering, Robbie. Just put these pills in the trash and go upstairs and let him die. You'll find someone else. I could take you to a friend of mine. He has a very pretty daughter and I know you two will be a match made in heaven!”

Robbie leaned on his cane. “I don't want that. I want Aten. Now please give me his medication.”

“Why? So you can prolong his suffering?”

Robbie heard the ceiling creaking above him. Aten was having another episode upstairs.

“Aunt Vera, give me his medication!” Robbie narrowed his eyes.

“Why hold on to him if there's no help of recovery? He's of no use to you, Robert. He is worthless.”

Robbie grabbed the medicine from her hand furiously. “Aten is NOT worthless! I love him and if you can't deal with that, that's your problem! I'm not giving up on Aten! He's not going to die on me! You'll just have to live with it!”

The teen limped to the counter and picked up the pill on the counter.

“I love Aten. You'll just have to accept that.”

Robbie limped up the stairs and Vera grinned.

“I'll have to call mommy-dearest. She'll put a stop to this…..so-called `marriage'.”

Vera followed Robbie up the steps and stood in the doorway to Robbie's room.

Daniel was standing at the foot of the bed looking down at Aten. Miranda was holding Aten's hand and rubbing it gently.

“Come on, Aten. Stay with us.”

Robbie sat by Aten's head. “Baby, I have your angina medication.”

Vera watched as the teen arched his back and gripped his chest in pain. The boy's face turned red and he struggled for every breath. Aten's groans and whimpers emanated from the bed.

“What do we do?” Robbie asked.

“We have his defibrillator if he goes into cardiac arrest,” Miranda said.

Robbie gave Aten his pills and a cup of water. “Sip this, Aten.”

Robbie tilted Aten's head up to drink. “Drink carefully, baby.”

The teen swallowed the pills and water with difficulty.

Robbie laid Aten's head on the pillow gently. “There you go, baby.”

The Egyptian's body twitched and spasmed. Robbie leaned down and kissed Aten's forehead.

“Aten…don't leave me….please.”

Vera walked closer to the bed and saw Aten's eyes rolled back and his chest rising and falling sharply. “This kid's on his way out.”

Aten's brown and purple eyes looked at Robbie distantly. A whimper of pain came out of him as his arching gradually stopped.

“Robbie…..”

Robbie kissed Aten's forehead again. “Please, baby, don't leave.”

Vera watched Aten's body slowly begin to relax.

Miranda smiled. “That's a good boy, Aten. Relax. Deep breaths.”

Aten's eyes closed tiredly. “When will it stop?”

Robbie wrapped his arm around Aten's shoulder. He pressed his forehead to Aten's forehead. “I'm sorry, baby. I wish I could.”

Aten weakly reached out for Robbie. Robbie rested his head on Aten's shoulder.

The whimpering Egyptian held onto Robbie. “I don't want to die.”

Daniel walked around the bed and put his hand on Miranda's shoulders. “We should give them some private time.”

Miranda nodded silently and stood up. “We'll be downstairs when you boys are ready.”

Vera stepped aside and let Miranda and Daniel leave. She watched her sister walk down the steps, her face clouded with worry.

“Christa never survived her episode,” Miranda whispered quietly as she walked down the stairs.

Daniel followed her closely.

Vera watched Robbie sit by Aten and rub his hand as the moans and whimpers quieted.

“Robbie,” Aten moaned quietly.

Robbie stroked Aten's cheek. “Shhh, baby. It's okay. Just relax.”

Aten's eyes slowly closed and Robbie watched Aten drift off into sleep.

A knock sounded on the door downstairs. Daniel's voice sounded at the door.

“He's upstairs….yeah, sure…go on.”

Robbie took a blanket from the foot of his bed and covered his sleeping husband.

“Robbie?”

Robbie turned and saw Malik and Marik standing at the door. The teen stood in front of Aten on the bed.

“Hello, Robbie. I thought we'd come and see how Aten is doing,” Malik said, holding onto Marik's hand.

Marik looked sadly at his son laying in the bed. “Is he okay, Robert?”

Robbie shook his head. “No, his angina was really bad this morning. I thought….I thought we were going to lose him. He was doing pretty bad.”

“Oh. Can we come in?”

Robbie looked back at Aten, who was fast asleep, his hand laying limp on his chest. “Don't wake him,” Robbie said sternly. “I don't want to put him through more than he has already gone through.”

Malik brought Marik inside and stood by the bed.

Robbie watched Marik's facial expressions as he looked down at his son in the bed.

“How bad was he?” Malik asked.

“Pretty bad. The episode lasted fifteen minutes this time.”

Malik shook his head. “Any news from the hospital?”

“No. I don't know what I'm going to do, Malik. I wish someone would step up and save my husband's life.”

Marik looked down at his son, unable to say a word. [“I don't want this fucker's love!”]

“Has Dr. Zira seen him lately?” Malik asked, reaching for Aten's hand on his chest.

“He has an appointment to see Zira this weekend.”

Malik touched Aten's hand. “It's cold.”

Robbie pulled the covers over Aten's hand. “We're lucky to have his defibrillator here in case of an emergency.”

“Very true.” Malik turned to Marik. “Marik, isn't there something you want to say to Aten or Robbie?”

Marik remembered his son walking away from him. `I've given everything for him. I've worked my ass of so he could live….for him to eat….for him to survive. And now, the person for whom my life has revolved…my world…my universe…hates me. Aten…my sun god…..has turned away from me. My past has eclipsed everything we used to be. Now my world is shrouded in darkness. He hates me. I shouldn't be here.'

“Marik? Are you going to say something?”

Marik released Malik's hand. “I don't belong here.”

Malik and Robbie watched Marik walk out the door calmly.

Malik sighed. “He hasn't said much all morning.”

“Well, he has a lot to deal with. Aten was very upset at what he heard.”

“I don't blame him.”

“To tell you the truth, I don't blame him. To hear what his father did to you and Ryou was awful. I can see why he equates his father with his grandfather.”

Malik sighed and sat by Aten's bed. “Robbie…….Aten was hurt by many….including myself.”

Robbie stepped closer to Malik. “What?”

“I didn't mean to, Robbie.”

Robbie narrowed his eyes. “I can't believe you, Malik. How could you?”

“Robbie, I didn't mean to!”

Robbie stepped closer to Malik. “Because of you…and everyone else….my husband jumps at the slightest touch. He has nightmares every night. His flashbacks are horrible! But I love him…and I won't give up on him.”

Malik put his hand on Aten's leg. “Thank you for that, Robbie.”

“Well, what can I do? I'm not going to leave him…it's not his fault.”

Malik stood up. “I….I better go find Marik. Make sure he's not getting into trouble.”

“Considering how sad he looked, I don't think that's an issue.”

Malik stood up. “Call us if you need us. Ryou may want to come over and see him.”

“That's fine.”

Malik pat Aten's leg. “I better go. Bye, Robbie.”

“Bye,” Robbie said quietly as he sat beside Aten again.

Malik took one more look at Robbie and Aten and left.

 

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