Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cries of the Undead ❯ From the Darkness ( Chapter 7 )

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He knew it would take the Pharaoh time to find him, so the blond settled down into a tall chair placed atop a black marble staircase. His lilac eyes looked intently at the door directly across from him; any moment now, his prize would be walking right in…perhaps with a limp. Malik smirked to himself as he imagined the once godly Pharaoh struggling to simply stand. He was very pleased the other had finally figured out who he was; the Egyptian had begun to get irritated that he would not have the chance to take the scarlet boy in person. A tongue flicked over his top lip as he imagined Yami all to himself, to feel him against his own flesh, not through some vessel.

His fingers tightened their hold on the Millennium Rod instinctively; he could feel the Pharaoh's ancient power approaching him, growing closer very slowly. So, he is injured, well, that should make this a bit easier. The other would not fight if it caused him pain in the process; then again, Yami did seem a bit pissed off.

One of the great doors slowly swung open, the thin form of his captive slightly hunched over in pain. Yami stepped in cautiously, fire flickering in his eyes when he took note of Malik sitting and watching him with a smug look on his face.

"Pharaoh, I'm so glad you made it." The silky voice echoed in the vacant room "Though I do say I feel a bit over dressed for the occasion." Yami looked slightly puzzled at the words then noticed he was not wearing anything. "Yes, I suppose blind rage can cause one to forget clothing, hm?" Malik stood and stalked down the steps, smirking as he saw Yami stiffen and subconsciously take a step backward. "But if you're good, maybe I'll let you undress me…You'd like that now wouldn't you, Pet?" The psychotic boy stood only a few feet from Yami as he began to take in every detail of the scarlet youth, eyes memorizing every curve, every scent, every heartbeat, and every breath.

"I'd like nothing more but to kill you, Malik." Yami's voice was steady, but the telltale echo of fear was not far. His heart thundered against his chest loudly and his legs felt as though they would give out at any moment. Was he scared? Yes, it would be nothing more than a sign of weakness to deny it, but it was not that he feared Malik; it was that he feared what he felt within himself. Yami couldn't explain why, but he felt drawn to the other…not in the sense that he loved him, Ra forbid it, but he could not find the strength to turn away from the blond, even when he knew what the other had in mind.

"Ah, ah, ahhh…" Malik waved a finger at Yami "Be careful of what you say…you wouldn't want it to come back and bite you in the ass now would you?" A beautifully tanned hand slipped around Yami's waist and took a firm hold of his sore backside.

Yami gasped, but didn't try to pull away. "Get away from me…" he ground out. The rather insane other leaned in closer, face now centimeters away from Yami's. The scarlet youth couldn't help think it, but Malik was stunning. The sun kissed flesh contrasted with the gold streaked hair beautifully, and those eyes. Their hypnotic lavender gaze wove spells to capture your soul.

"Go ahead, Pharaoh…kiss me…" his breath teased Yami's neck as he watched the other stiffened once more. "Now, now, Pharaoh, did you really think I didn't know why you came here?" Malik pulled Yami flush against him and ground his erection against the scarlet youth's thigh. "Or perhaps you didn't realize your own desires reflected mine?"

Yami shuddered at the contact, why didn't this feel wrong? Why did his breath hitch in pleasure rather than in fear…unlike before? "M-Malik…" the tricolor boy sighed the other's name when roaming hands managed to grasp his limp member.

"Yes, Pet?" the hissed response sounded almost loving as he gently stroked the yearning other. "Have you come to realize what you want? Do you know now who you desire, whose name you wish to cry into the star flecked night?"

Yami bucked into the intimate contact and he then meekly fluttered his lips against Malik's. The blond tasted of musk, spices, and desert winds…a scent so intoxicating that Yami did not think twice when Malik's hungry lips and tongue pried his mouth open for excavation. The scarlet boy moaned softly as the other steadily began to pleasure him, tanned fingers pumping Yami in time to his desperate pants. His breathing became raspy and Yami felt as though he could take no more, the painful hardness building to such immense pressure he would have come had the other not ceased the teasing.

The scarlet youth keened in protest, he wanted that touch, he wanted that pleasure…he wanted Malik. "Hush, Pharaoh…I know your thoughts, but here is not the best of places to follow through with such…" the blond traced his fingers one last time over Yami's arousal before running over the pale boy's chest "Urges." Malik harshly took hold of the other's arm, Yami wincing as old bruises flared to life. The blond led them through many rooms, connected to their previous location by a well-hidden door. Their pace was not too quick that Yami could not keep up, but he did stumble along the way, Malik tugging him along when he slowed.

The blond waved his hand and Rod at a large slab of marble and the room rumbled as the great, black stone slid away, revealing a massive room. "Here is where we can play…" Malik whispered. Yami gasped as he found himself in a scarlet draped room, everything in that deep, blood red color. Elaborate curtains hung from the single window; its long shape making the ceiling appear so much farther than it already was. A plush red carpet trailed around room, breaking off toward different destinations, the largest of which led to the bed. And what a magnificent bed it was! Large enough to easily fit twelve people, the giant bed was covered with red, satin sheets that glinted with the aid of the crimson candles placed about the room. Sheer drapes hung protectively over the bed's frames, Malik held one away so Yami might climb through and onto the bed.

Numbly, the scarlet youth clamored on and sat in the middle, poised as though he too were a part of the decorations. The final piece to his fantasy set in place, the blond all but tackled the other as he made his way onto the bed as well. Roughly, Malik pinned the other down as his mouth set to work on Yami's neck.

It felt so good, roaming hands caressing him, worshipping him…loving him? Malik had yet to hit or raise his voice at Yami. Did the psychotic boy really love Yami? What ever it was the blond displayed, the scarlet-eyed other was not protesting against more. Malik's lips fluttered over Yami's and gently placed butterfly kisses over his tender form. He continued to tenderly caress Yami, careful to avoid the purple bruises and slightly healed scars.

"Pharaoh, my Pharaoh…" the happy sigh passed the blonde's lips and he quietly sat back on his haunches, watching as Yami stirred from the lack of gentle touches. As pleasing as this was, as much as he wanted nothing more than to savagely take the ancient spirit, Malik couldn't, he didn't want to have sex with his captive, no, he wanted to make love to him. Was there really such a difference between the two? Yes, Malik was infatuated with his Pharaoh…and he would want nothing less than to please them both, and that meant he would have to be caring, not calloused, to his other's needs.

"Malik?" Yami, his mind muddled with his own feelings and thoughts, could see the blond struggling with himself. Why did he care? He should make a run for it while he could! He should fight now while the other was deep in thought. He should…but he wouldn't, he wanted this. Why? He could not answer, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't know. Malik did not stir when Yami called him, he only stared back, eyes glazed with thoughts the scarlet youth was unsure he really wanted to know. The tricolor boy crawled toward the other cautiously; eyes peering into the vacant lilac gaze. Sliding his eyes closed, Yami leaned forward and gently kissed the silent maniac.

To say he was surprised was an understatement, but all Malik knew was his lips were being tasted by his God…and he could care less about the reason behind it.

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Yami laced his slender arms around the other's neck and laid back. The blissful blond followed, slowly lowering them both while not breaking their lips' embrace. The former Pharaoh traced his thin fingers over the well-sculpted muscles, rippling the tan flesh with pleasurable sensations. Yami pulled the other against him so Malik lay on top, their chests pressed so they could feel the other's heart, the rapid pounding a split second apart from unison.

"Pharaoh…" the lilac eyes glinted with mockery "I'm glad you're so-"

"Shut up, Psycho." Yami took his opportunity and shoved his tongue to the back of Malik's throat, reveling in the other's warmth and taste. He didn't care, he knew what he wanted and it wasn't the blonde's annoying comments. The scarlet teen pulled away and smirked defiantly at the slightly disgruntled other. "You didn't really believe I'd submit to you completely," he flicked his tongue at Malik's ear "Now did you?"

Lilac eyes glared with hints of lust at the former Pharaoh. "No," he drawled, "I suppose not…" He ran his fingers through the tricolor locks and coaxed Yami's head to turn. "Though I wouldn't get too confident if I were you…" Malik kissed Yami and slowly began to trail his lips over the Pharaoh's throat, the deep purrs growing in volume when the blond gently bit into the pale flesh.

The scarlet boy squirmed, causing friction against the other's alert erection. Malik moaned softly and shifted so he rubbed against Yami's thigh. "Will you honor your promise?" The latter asked huskily, icy fingers teasing the flesh that showed between Malik's shirt and pants.

"I honor all promises, My Pharaoh…especially the one I made to myself," the blond turned off of Yami and laid down on the bed next to him, tanned arms pulling the other on top so the tricolor boy was perched, straddling Malik's waist. "I will make this as wonderful for the both of us as I can." He bucked at the contact and tried to keep his breathing normal "So you're free to do what you will to me…" the lavender eyes spotted something gleam in those scarlet orbs, but Malik's fuzzed mind didn't care what it could have been.

"Excellent…" Yami purred darkly as he hooked his thumbs to the lilac shirt and slowly began to lift it, kissing the caramel flesh that appeared. His tongue swiped at the dusky nipples, teeth grazing it ever so lightly and then biting down hard. Malik groaned and his body arched, relaxing slightly when Yami lapped at the abused flesh, tasting the small amount of blood he was able to draw. The Pharaoh ignored the second nipple, pulling the shirt over the blonde's head and tossing it beside them as he locked their lips together.

Malik ran his tongue over the ridges on the roof of Yami's mouth, eyes widening as the tricolor boy bit down and smirked. The pain wasn't unbearable, but the blond knew better than to try and pull away. The other finally pulled his teeth out from the pink, hot flesh and Malik winced as his tongue bled and stung in his mouth. "There…now you won't interrupt me with your dribble." Yami grinned maniacally, lowering himself so his nose nearly touched the zipper of Malik's pants. The blond grunted something in response then watched with high interest as Yami clenched the zipper with his teeth and pulled downward.

Yami's heart twisted at his actions…Yuugi played in his thoughts, a distant memory of true love and good intentions. The dark shut his eyes tightly; he had to keep his composure if he was to ever see his little one again. Yami's hands shook as a cascade of emotions began to overtake him. He fumbled as he tried to pull Malik's pants down, fingers refusing to proceed with an action he would regret.

`No!' Yami stuck his fingers through the belt loops and tugged down, determined to go to any lengths to free himself. `I have to do this, for myself and Yuugi.' His mental voice was filled with determination; there was no way he would let this opportunity pass him by.

Yami carefully placed the pants beside him and was shocked when Malik grasped his chin and pulled him up to face him. The lilac eyes searched the other's face for something he wasn't sure of. He licked away the single tear that marred his Pharaoh's delicate face, and let go of Yami.

The scarlet boy said nothing, sliding down once more and not breaking eye contact. Malik, unsatisfied and not really sure if his suspicions were telling him the truth, still smiled at Yami and wrapped his legs around the other's waist, pulling the surprised Pharaoh to his entrance. Yami widened his eyes; he had imagined Malik would wish to take him…not the other way around. Although this wasn't a bad thing, no…perhaps Yami would be getting home sooner than he had planned.

Pale fingers firmly held the blond in place as Yami drove himself into the other without hesitation. Malik choked back a cry, face contorting between pleasure and pain. The scarlet youth didn't wait for the other to recover; he merely pulled out and buried himself as deeply as he could. The blond groaned loudly, bidding his Pharaoh to continue. Yami felt anger crawl beneath his skin, how dare Malik enjoy this! How could that psychotic blond want more, when Yami would have done anything to have had such torment stopped!? The ancient spirit thrust into the other violently, the movements becoming easier as blood coated Malik internally.

Yami could feel the other's pulse, heart racing in mounting ecstasy. Scarlet eyes looked beside him and saw what he needed. Just a little more and this would all be over, he looked back at Malik's form, sheen with sweat and labored with heavy breathing. His heart must beat faster, thunder against his chest, and to get there Yami would have to take the blond to the very brink of orgasm. His slender fingers reluctantly wrapped around Malik's screaming member and began to vigorously squeeze the burning flesh.

The Pharaoh's actions paid off as he felt muscles tense across the tanned skin. Quickly, Yami reached to Malik's pants and pulled out the glinting gold, slashing the Millennium Rod's dagger across the blonde's tanned throat.

Lilac eyes peeled wide open and Malik's hands grasped his throat in a futile attempt to cease the bleeding. The rate of his heart made the blood spurt out in sick sprays, the bed soaking in the thick, red essence while he struggled to breath.

Yami grinned wickedly at the dying figure, pulling himself out he crawled to the other's side. "How does it feel, Malik? Hm?" The scarlet gaze hovered over the blond, "To be incapable of stopping the eventual, weakness dominating your soul, terror gripping your heart, as you struggle to sort out why this happened to you, when you had been forsaken, and how the hell you're going to get out of it."

The lilac orbs became glazed with tears as Malik tried to speak. Yami was taken aback by this, the blond was crying, sobs hacking his lungs as they too filled with blood. The tricolor boy froze, what had he done?! "M-Malik!" Oh Gods! Yami had been blinded by rage, overshadowed by his own impulses. He hadn't meant to kill him! "Malik I'm here…what is it?" Yami leaned forward, his ear just above the other's lips.

Malik tried to clear his throat of blood, but couldn't so he spoke, as he was, the words coming out gurgled and raspy. "I-I did l-l-love you Y-Yami-i…" The Pharaoh could feel his heart lurch at those words, Malik had been deprived of love all his life, he had never learned how to express such feelings; it hadn't been his fault the only way he knew how to feel was through violent means. "A-and I'm s-s-sorry…f-for hurting y-you…" Yami saw Malik's form relaxing, blood flow lessen from the grinning wound, last words coming out a mere whisper.

The scarlet boy gasped and trembled with grief, he couldn't tear his gaze from the blood he'd spilt, the wound he'd created, the life he had taken. He shut his eyes as they rimmed with tears. "I didn't know…No, I didn't want to know…" he looked at the blood stained lips and brushed back the gold strands that hung over the lavender eyes, glazed now with death. "I'm sorry too, Malik…"

The lilac eyes blinked and flashed a deadly gaze at Yami, who reeled back in fright. A warped, demonic voice hissed at him "Not half as sorry as you will be when I get through with you and your friends!"

The former Pharaoh widened his eyes as the blond hair spiked and the Sennen Eye was carved on to the other's forehead with shadow magic. "Marik!" Hadn't Yami banished him, buried him in the deep folds of the Shadow Realm?!

The other dark grinned, blood tainted teeth bared at Yami as he continued, ignoring the obvious Yami had stated "Especially Yuugi…Who I may decide to keep as a pet…" the deep, hellish laughter echoed throughout the room, the very sound of it driving Yami mad.

"NO!" Yami's grasp on the Rod tightened and he plunged it through the other's heart, tumbling out of the bed as he tried to get as far from the undead maniac as he could.

The demonic cackling did not stop, no; it grew in strength and deafened Yami "Fool! My pathetic vessel's blood is exactly what I need!" Horror gripped Yami as he watched the blood pooled around the body make its way toward the Rod, which glowed angrily and flashed when all the coppery life source had been retrieved. Marik sat up and grinned darkly at Yami, harshly pulling the dagger from his heart and licking the blade clean. The slit across his neck closed, ceasing to exist in a matter of seconds. "Now, Pharaoh…" the room darkened as the ominous feel of the Shadow Realm surrounded them "Where were we?…"

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