Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cries of the Undead ❯ Chapter 8

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Marik took slow, sinister steps toward Yami, the depths of the Shadow Realm crushing reality with every passing moment. It was deathly silent, even when the stifling mass around them rolled and crashed, deep purple and black bolts of lightning ripping through their surroundings violently.

 

There was no up

 

There was not down

 

No sides

 

No depth

 

No air

 

There was only suspension, a falsehood, a game, a cruel trick of the mind that either strengthened or broke the soul…

 

But always drove the mind mad, pushing it to the point where there was no right, no wrong, no thought…only the mere hope, possibility of an existence, a flickering second in all of eternity.

 

If the Shadow Realm taught you one thing, it was not to waste that fleeting moment of yourself, `life'. It whispered, hissed a message to all who dared to listen, tangling its tongue in the crumbling pieces of your mind, telling you there were no regrets…

 

And certainly no reality.

 

All laws are defied, even those yet to be discovered. You do not breathe, you do not sense, you do not think…you only `are'…

 

And even then, you aren't.

 

A translucent reflection of thought, imagination…

 

Struggling against everything at once…

 

And yet nothing at all.

 

Despair runs through your veins, lacing throughout your body, enveloping your very being. The thunderous rhythm of an unbeating heart is deafening, pounding in your throat, and constricting your airway. The dark, cold fingers of death wrap themselves firmly around your throat, sharp, steel nails bite into your flesh, blood leaking into your lungs, drowning you with your own source of life.

 

No! This wasn't happening! He had spent too much time in this place far worse than Hell to have to come back to it now! After everything he had gone through, how could the Gods forsaken him now?! Yami tried to run, bare feet pounding against nothingness as he frantically searched for a way out of the madman's mind.

 

The silence was broken, a low purr came from every imaginary crevice, slithering through the empty space and tearing into the Pharaoh's ears. Marik stopped his throated chuckling and grinned, amused as the other collapsed. “How exactly did you manage to fall, Yami?” The warped voice boomed, “When there is nothing here to begin with, much less trip on.” The deranged blond took another cat-ish step towards Yami, who fought to stand but found himself falling each time to the same place even though it felt like he had plummeted hundreds of feet. “Idiot…” Marik stalked around Yami and silently ordered inky, black arms of something rather large to cradle the fallen Pharaoh. “You have been gone too long, Yami…don't you remember you cannot stand where there is no ground?”

 

The dark arms lifted the scarlet youth and Yami looked above him to see gaping jaws, dripping with hot saliva as a dead dragon like creature breathed its repulsive stench upon the dwarfed boy. His eyes peeled wide as the starved creature growled, long, wet tongue sliding out and tasting Yami, leaving a sick, wet, burning feel on his flesh.

 

The violet-eyed youth grinned and seemed to fly through the air as he was suddenly beside the massive head of the ebony dragon, petting the rotting flesh that fell in clumps and left raw wounds. “Isn't he lovely?” The blond sighed, cooing to the creature as it cocked its head; the large, empty eye sockets level with Marik's body as it regarded the darkness that had resurrected it. The violet cloak fluttered and spread out like a demon's wings as the psychotic yami approached the other, effortlessly gliding through the air with an eerie smile painted on his lips. “I was asking you, Yami…Don't you like my pet?”

 

The Pharaoh tried to crawl out of the creature's scaly grasp, but was stopped when Marik kicked him in the ribs; a soft crack and quiet grunt the only sounds to accompany the action. Yami looked up, hatred boiling in his eyes as he glared death at the smirking Egyptian. “It's just as warped and disgusting as your mind…” Yami spat, wincing as the unhappy dragon snapped at his back, missing by only a few inches.

 

“Tsk, tsk…Careful what you say, he has orders not to kill you…though if you hurt his feelings enough I may be unable to help you.” Marik chuckled as he sat, a granite throne appearing out of the purple clouds. “Now, down to business, hm?…” his eyes flashed with maliciousness that made Yami squirm under the gaze. Several more of those creatures crept out from the darkness, lumbering over toward the one holding the Pharaoh and growling at the back of their throats in impatience.

 

“Marik…” Yami was afraid of speaking too loudly, the dragons may have been blind, but they could still hear. “Let me go!” he hissed, glaring as he continued “You know as well as I do that you can't kill in the Shadow Realm, so this is a pointless scare tactic. I killed your hikari, I guarantee the same fate for you unless you let me go now!”

 

The blond growled and his eyes narrowed to violet slits “I know very well what you did to Malik!” Yami widened his eyes, never had he heard the psychotic spirit call the boy by his first name, reverting instead to derogatory and chastising pet names to keep the youth under his control. Did Marik actually care? “And that's why you won't be set free, Pharaoh…” the scarlet-eyed boy matched the glare with his own “Besides…” Marik purred darkly, an unnerving smirk pulling at his lips “Who ever said anything about killing *you*?”

 

The former Pharaoh sat silently confused by the other's words. Did Marik mean to kill himself? No, that would wasn't psychotic enough for him. Then who-“Yuugi!” Yami's eyes peeled open in panic and he lunged at the blond. “You leave him alone!! He has nothing to do with any of this, touch one strand of his hair and I'll personally make you pay!” There was a frantic wildness in Yami's voice as he and Marik fell through the dark and empty air. He clutched the other's black shirt and straddled Marik's waist, unsure as to whether he could manage to put the blond away once again…It had taken the power of both Bakura and himself to even make a dent in Marik's powers, Yami alone, especially in this state, stood little to no chance of success.

 

“It's too late, Yami…” the blond whispered, hot breath pouring over the other “He's practically already in my chambers, just waiting to be taken and discarded before your eyes.” He cackled, throwing his head back and letting Yami wallow in despair.

 

Oh Ra! NO! Yuugi! His little one deserved nothing, but Yami was powerless! Was it possible to change the psycho's mind? Was there anything he wanted that the scarlet boy could provide? Shame crawled over Yami's flesh as he hung his head low, eyes shut, and face burning with shattered pride. There was something he could give, something already taken from him, but perhaps Marik wouldn't care about that, only revel in the fact that he could take Yami…

 

“M-Marik…” his voice betrayed him, letting the other know he was breaking once more, fighting the urge to curl up and rock methodically until all the hurt was gone, washed away by tears.

 

An elegant, blond brow was raised in interest, violet eyes piercing the other in silence. Yami swallowed the foul tasting lump in his throat; it was so quiet now, when he whispered, it deafened him, pounding into his mind and soul the shameful way he chose to buy Yuugi's innocence. “Leave Yuugi alone…Take me, I'll do as you wish…” Yami shut his eyes tightly, fighting the tears that burned his eyes, and leaned forward, wincing as he kissed the psychotic yami's neck to hint at his offer further.

 

Marik hissed at the contact, pulling his head back to allow better access. Yami fluttered his lips over the artery, feeling the pulse beneath the tanned flesh. His hands did not stay idle; one combed through the golden strands on the psycho's head while the other slipped beneath the black shirt Marik wore. The blond roughly took hold of Yami's chin and harshly kissed the thin boy, tongue forcing its way past Yami's lips and nearly choking him. Pulling back, Marik purred then threw Yami off of him, smirking at the other's confusion. “My, you must truly love that pathetic excuse for life if you're willing to give yourself to me…but let me raise the stakes further, just to keep my fate from reflecting my hikari's…” It might have been Yami's tears blurring his vision, but he could have sworn he saw a flash of sorrow cross Marik's violet eyes at the mention of his light. “Have no doubt, Yami, that shit sized reincarnation of yours is mine at the moment. You try anything and he'll feel it.” His half lidded eyes glinted in amusement at the fear tearing at Yami “That said, let us continue this else where, I don't think my pets would appreciate us fucking in their home…”

 

The ominous force of the Shadow Realm grew weaker, flickering around them as it diminished entirely, revealing that they were now in a cold, black room, lit only by purple candles at every corner. The flames danced and Yami could scarcely make out the black, silk draped bed before he realized he was back in the first room he had been taken to. The chains clinked eerily in the silence and Yami watched as Marik slipped out from his gold pants, black shirt, and violet cloak, standing before the Pharaoh in perfect nudity. “Like what you see, Whore?” Marik smiled cruelly at the other when Yami's face burned. He grabbed the boy's scarlet locks and dragged him to the bed, the Pharaoh yelping in pain as he hurriedly tried to stand before his hair was torn out. The blond let go once they reached the bed and climbed on, sitting and leaning against the headboard, legs spread apart. “Get over here and put that mouth of yours to good work!” he barked.

 

Yami held back a shudder and clamored on, crawling closer to Marik and shutting his eyes as he flicked his tongue at the weeping member. The blond purred appreciatively, hips thrusting upward in search of more. The Pharaoh opened his mouth and took in as much of Marik's throbbing mass as he could, fighting back his gagging when the other thrust once more. He pulled back and suckled on the head, stomach lurching at the bitter taste of flesh and the semen dribbling out. The blond groaned in warning before Yami felt his mouth fill with hot, white liquid. The scarlet boy pulled away and spat out the thick, creamy substance in disgust while Marik chuckled in a daze.

 

“It seems that I've been gone far too long from a real body…I came far quicker than normal, but don't think you're off the hook, Slut.” Yami felt his arm grabbed and lips snatched in a brutal kiss, same snaking tongue wiping his mouth clean of Marik's essence. “Mm…I'm hurt, Pharaoh, I think I taste just fine…so why did you go and spit it out?” His hand fisted in Yami's hair again and brought the boy's face to the small puddle that chilled on the silk covers. “Lap that up and I'll consider leaving you alone for a while.” He grinned at the look of disgust marring Yami's once stoic face, seeing the boy would not be doing as told, Marik pushed the other's head down and smeared the pale face in the sticky fluid. Yami all but threw up as the cold semen was spread over his face, he coughed as some had trailed up his nose and calmed his stomach by remembering this heinous act would keep Yuugi safe.

 

Marik laughed, chest heaving as he took in air. “Poor Pharaoh…” his manic laughter slammed into the walls and bounced back at twice the volume. “Who would have thought the great and mighty King of Egypt would be willingly crouched before me, semen painted across his face and my cock before his eyes!!” Yami gripped the sheets in anger, eyes focused on the black silk as he listened to those words, fighting to keep them from sinking in as the truth. Marik leaned forward and hissed “And soon to be rammed up his scrawny, royal ass…”

 

Scarlet eyes had no time to even see if the other was serious before he found himself pinned down, violet, flame-constructed chains winding themselves across his chest. Yami kicked in protest “I said I'd do it willingly!! Get these damn chains off me, Marik!”

 

The blond took the Millennium Rod and violently crashed it against the other's cheek, leaving a deep gash and a rather nasty bruise on the now silent and well-dazed Pharaoh. “You were willing to get into bed…That's when your freedom of choice ended!” The crazed look in the violet eyes made Yami shudder and nod in agreement, he was not going to take a chance and upset the insane dark while he had Yami chained up. “And as far as you're concerned, you will call me Master.” Marik grinned and licked away the blood that slid down Yami's cheek.

 

“Fuck off you bastard! There's no way in Hell I'm going to call you my freakin' master!” Yami would not take such an insult. He may have submitted himself to sex, but that was to save Yuugi, he may have cried and cowered in fear, but that had been because he had been raped, but there was absolutely no chance of Marik getting him to sink that low. Pride may have been torn to shreds, but Yami held on to the scraps that remained, the pieces that reminded him he had once been Pharaoh, God to a vast empire…In reverting to a `slave' he would be letting down more people than just himself, he would lose the little he knew about his past, that was far too great a sacrifice for Yami.

 

The psychotic blond grinned and then pulled out the Rod's dagger “I'm glad I haven't broken you completely, it's far more entertaining when I know you hate me and you're not just doing as told.” His violet eyes followed Yami's gaze and he giggled rather insanely, a very frightening sound when considering Yami's position. “Do not worry, Pharaoh, this is not for you…” Marik slid the point of the sharp steel over Yami's chest, leaving a faint scratch “That is unless you like it too…”

 

The scarlet eyes questioned the blonde's meaning, but just as he was about to voice his inquiry, Marik slashed at his own chest. The blood seeped out of the deep wound and the madman hissed in pleasure, coating his fingers in the hot fluid that tainted his tanned flesh. Yami stared in disbelief; any doubt to Marik's sanity was confirmed as the Egyptian spirit drove the tainted blade into himself once more, a satisfied groan passing his lips. The Pharaoh stayed silent, feeling the hot splashes of blood on his chest when the other leaned over and kissed him sloppily.

 

“It's a drug of sorts…to me anyway…” the husky voice purred against Yami's lips; sliding down, Marik licked at the Pharaoh's chest cleaning it up from his blood that stained the pale flesh. “Pain; lovely, comforting, intoxicating pain…” he murmured against the smooth skin and bit one of the dusky nubs, causing Yami to cry out then whimper as Marik suckled, drawing out the blood and soothing the abused nipple with his fiery tongue.

 

Fingers dripping with his crimson life source, Marik slid his hand below him and probed at Yami's entrance. The scarlet youth nearly began to sob as horrid memories suddenly flooded his mind; the tearing of his flesh, the hot mix of blood and semen, the pitiful feeling…it all washed over him and Yami choked out a protest. “Hush…” Marik slurred his words as he spoke; the loss of blood was great, making the sensations all the more pleasurable. “It won't hurt as much this time…” Yami blinked back his tears as he looked up in confusion, why would Marik not want to hurt him? “You'll be dead before I'm through…then I'll get rough…” He giggled once more, thrusting into Yami and slumping limply on top of the pale form.

 

Yami bit back his cry, body arching as that familiar jolt of pain laced his spine and numbed all parts of his body save for where it hurt the most. His backside trembled with the pain, muscles clamping at the violent intrusion and shrinking back at the flames that over took them. Barely healed flesh tore open once more, wider this time, as Marik was considerably larger than Kaiba. He took in gulps of air, lungs stretching to their maximum as Yami tried to keep from passing out. His head throbbed and the room seemed to get darker, he lifted his lead like head and dizzily gazed at Marik, who struggled to sit up so just lay on the white chest and let out muffled giggles.

 

“Oh Ra…you're so tight, Pharaoh…How many times have people told you to loosen up?” violet eyes seemed to go in and out of focus as Marik laughed insanely, shifting just slightly as he tried to start a rhythm. Yami groaned in pain, neck stretching as he tried to get away. “Oh…so you like it, huh?” Marik's mouth greedily took Yami's lips and he burst out laughing in the middle of the messy kiss. The Pharaoh stared slightly frightened at the other yami, he had known Marik was a nutcase, but this was honestly freaking him out. The blond pulled himself together some and grunted as he pounded violently in to the frail body, moaning as a pressure built, screaming out when his body grew taut and quivered with the force of his second orgasm. He giggled some more “Far too long without a body, it's embarrassing really…Can't even hold out…” His glazed eyes looked at Yami, who writhed in agony as his blood pooled within him with Marik's volatile seed. “Aw…do you want to come too?” The blond massaged Yami's limp member, making the pale boy moan softly as his senses were over run with pleasure amidst the pain. Marik didn't seem to mind all that much as he pumped the hot flesh, hand being coated in the sticky precum. Yami breathed erratically, the mounting need becoming his only concern until he felt a cold, sharp point dance across his neck. The steel didn't cut the tender, sweat-sheeted flesh, but when Yami looked at the deranged other, he could tell that Marik was using all his strength to keep from driving the blade through the Pharaoh's throat.

 

Marik's voice was deadly, deep and filled with hatred beyond words “Is this how you had him?” the dagger pressed more firmly against the pale flesh “On the brink of pleasure, heart thundering with passion when you killed him?” Yami swallowed; a bad move since the blade sliced through his skin causing a rivulet of blood to leave a hot trail as it trickled around his neck and onto the sheets. “Answer me!” Marik raised the Rod, threatening to sink it through the Pharaoh's heart.

 

“Yes…” Yami's raspy voice came out louder than he had intended, sounding as though he took pride in the fact the hikari was now dead by his hands.

 

Marik's eyes filled with indescribably rage as he glared at the other, the blade came to rest over Yami's chest and the blond leaned on it so it pierced the skin and would tear through if he put his full weight on it. “He loved you!” tears sprang into the violet eyes “All those years we spent planning against you! All that time we had spent together! Growing closer, just to have it all shattered the moment he laid his eyes on you…” Marik's face was streaming with tears, his eyes still angrily ripping Yami to shreds. “His beautiful, lavender eyes…I loved him! He belonged to me! But you stole his heart and repaid his sick devotion to you by casting me, his other soul to the Shadow Realm and then by murdering him at the very moment he was happiest!”

 

Yami felt terrible guilt as he remembered the hikari's last words and watched as Marik was torn apart from the loss. “I allowed him to love you…I said nothing so long as he was in my arms at night. Every time we were together, it wasn't my name he cried out, no…it was yours! His fantasy was to be with you! I broke and wanted him happy, so I gave him permission to be with you. And finally he catches you…weakens you…loves you…and for what? He died unfulfilled…” Marik's tanned body shuddered as he pulled away, taking the Rod with him as he stood, back turned so Yami could see the ancient scriptures. “You stole from me the only thing worth existing for, Pharaoh…” The tears were gone when Marik faced Yami once more, face blank from all expression. “So I will do the same to you…” The violet-eyed spirit waved his hand at the shadowed doors, causing them to creak open “Bring him in!”

 

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