Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Emergence Of The Tombkeepers ❯ Ishtar Bonding ( Chapter 3 )

WARNING: YAMI MARIK X MALIK LEMON/LIME! YAOI AHEAD AND GENERAL NAUGHTYNESS!

Ishtar Bonding

Glenn watched the only customers in the Kame Game Shop sift through the binder of newly-released cards. Another man stood beside him with thinning black hair and an old red cap.

“Why are there no more new insect cards?” the one customer asked in a strange manner.

“I didn't see any good Dinosaur cards, either,” his partner responded.

Marik and Malik walked through the door and past the clothing racks. “Hi, Glenn, we have to use your bathroom,” Malik said as they crossed the gate beside the registered marked “Employees Only.”

“What the--?” Glenn asked as the Ishtars arrived and disappeared just as fast.

“I have to go to their kitchen. I'll meet you in their bathroom.”
Marik went into the kitchen, startling Yugi. “Greetings, Hikari Motou.”

“Marik! What are you doing here?”

“Malik had a little accident and is waiting for me upstairs. Do you have any honey?”

Yugi raised a curious eyebrow. “You're not planning on having sex with Malik in my bedroom, are you?”

“Now why do you think I would do that?” Marik asked with a smile.

Yugi stepped on a ladder and opened a kitchen cupboard. “Because you are Marik Jibade Ishtar and I know you too well. You'd do it in a heartbeat because you're crazy like that.”

Marik sighed. “Nobody believes I have a halo?”

“They're held up by your devil horns. And, no. I know for a fact you have no halo, you crazy bastard.”

“Is that any way to speak to your house guest?”

Yugi held the jar of honey in his hand and closed the cupboard. “Shouldn't you have knocked first before letting yourself in?”

Marik took the jar from Yugi. “I'm a customer in your store.”

“This is the house.”

“It's also a store.”

“Yes, but I heard the door to the house open which is clearly marked “Employees Only” open and I thought you were Glenn. Hence, you entered without knocking and just burst into my house uninvited.”

“Me? Your old friend is uninvited into your home?”

“You're my friend?”

“Asshole.”

Yugi laughed. “Checkmate.”

Marik held the honey. “Thank you, Hikari Motou.”

“Seriously, please, though. No sex in my bedroom.”

“Bathroom?”

“No!”

“Attic?”

“No.”

“Basement dungeon?”

“I don't have a basement dungeon!”

Marik chuckled. “A forty-year-old man who has dressed in leather and chains every day since he was fifteen does NOT have a basement dungeon?”

“I do not have a basement dungeon!”

Marik's mind whirled with possibilities. Cage. Rack. Whips. Chains. Collars. Candles. Domination. Pain. Screams. Writhing bodies begging to be set free. “You need a basement dungeon,” Marik replied quickly.

/What the hell are you talking about down there?/

//......Nothing.//

/My ass, nothing./

//We need a basement dungeon.//

/..........Where the fuck did that come from?/

//Yugi said we need a basement dungeon.//

/I doubt that./

//Just the thought of it is.......exhilarating.//

/Are you done making a sandwich or whatever the hell else you are doing in their kitchen?/

“I'd better get upstairs to Malik to discuss our new basement dungeon. You can bring Glenn in if you want. We can make a mint off of it!”

Yugi wrinkled his nose as he finished Glenn's lunch. “That's gross.”

“Hey, we will have the best sterilization so every time you use it, you can feel safe and confident that you are getting the best quality equipment on which you can safely pound your partner and make him submit every last drop of his hotness to you.”

Yugi shook his head. “I still don't think I would use it.”

“I beg to differ, Hikari Motou,” Marik grinned as he approached Yugi with the Millennium Rod glowing in his hand. “I know your Dark. Yami excelled in using those implements of torture. You know Bakura's story. How he lived in Yami's dungeon. How he savagely met his death. You are Yami's Light. You are no different than our hikaris.” Marik kneeled before Yugi and smiled at him with narrowed eyes. “Look at Ryou and Malik. Innocent. Sweet. Giving, charitable souls. But what lies beneath that innocence and sweetness? The Dark. Bakura and I. We revel in the forbidden fruits of life. We are temperamental. Cruel. Dominating. Even savage. You cannot have Darkness without the Light. You say you wouldn't use it, but I know deep down in the darkest part of your tiny little chest,” Marik poked Yugi's chest. “Lies the heart of a savage butcher who loves nothing more than taking control of another person and robbing them of everything they have in mind and body. That is the essence of the Darkness within us all. I have it. Bakura has it. You have it, too. So don't tell me that you are all sugar, spice, and everything nice. You can't deny it.”

Yugi lowered his head as he looked at the ground. “No, I'm not.”

“See, was that too hard?”

“I miss him, Marik. But he's caused so much chaos and trouble for everyone.”

“Where is the Millennium Puzzle?”

Yugi stepped back from Marik. “Yami won't bother anyone anymore, Marik.”

“Curious minds wish to know.”

“It's safe, Marik. That's all you need to know.”

Marik sighed. “Very well. That is all that matters. I'll return the honey when we're done with it.”

“Why do you need it, anyway?”

“Malik has a little cut and I don't really trust those modern witches' brews and topicals. A little honey will do just fine.”

“Alright. Remember what I said!”

“Yeah, yeah,” the yami said casually as he walked away.

Marik joined Malik in Yugi's bathroom. He found his hikari giggling as he looked inYugi's medicine cabinet. “Yami Marik, check it out.”

“What the hell is this?” Marik grinned. “'Just For Men?' Yugi's starting to get gray hairs already?”

“Let's see what else he has in here.” Malik opened a cabinet behind his yami and his eyes went wide. “Holy shit, Marik! Look at this!”

Marik turned around and saw leather collars, leather straps, whips, cock rings, chains, sex toys, edible candles, lubricant, rope, and a sexy policeman's outfit. “Who knew Yugi would be so twisted?”

Malik grabbed a leather collar, two leather straps, and a cord of thin chains. “Good times, Marik!”

“Damn right about that! I knew Yugi would want to have a basement dungeon! Quick! Give me the chains!” Marik took the chains and stuck them in the back of his jeans. Malik hid the straps and collar in his jeans' pockets. “You take a bottle of that lube, too. Can't forget that.”

“What else does he have in here?” Malik asked.

“Probably nothing else of value,” Marik said as he searched for Q-tips or something to apply the honey to Malik's wounds. “How come we can easily find kinky toys and not find a fucking first aid kit? All I need are cotton balls.”

Malik shrugged as he looked on the shelf below the sexual enhancers. “I don't see anything.” Malik said. “I guess we can use this washcloth. It feels clean enough.”

“Screw it, then. Sit down and let me do this,” Marik said opening the jar of honey. Yami Marik dampened the washcloth and kneeled between Malik's legs as he dabbed Malik's lip where blood had crusted.

Malik winced as his yami reached up to support his chin. “No, no, love. We don't want this to become infected.” Malik watched his husband's purple eyes as his yami carefully applied some honey. Marik's hands were rough, but handled Malik's chin gently as he applied the honey to prevent the wounds becoming infected.

“Did you ever want to be a doctor?”

Marik shook his head. “Being a doctor in Ancient Egypt wasn't like today's medical profession. You had to rub shit, semen, and birth placenta on your patients. I'm happy to report modern medicine has found other ways of healing people.” Marik brushed Malik's blond hair to the side as he applied some honey to Malik's eyebrow. “It wasn't very glamorous. I would be binding meat on your eye right now if we were back in my time and covering it with honey.”

Malik wrinkled his nose. “I remember studying the ancient medicines. Father couldn't exactly go down the road for some Tylenol. We had to make do with whatever grew in what little sunlight the tomb received.”

Yami Marik looked into Malik's eyes. The wide-eyed hikari met his yami's gaze as Marik's hand cupped Malik's cheek. The yami's dark thumb glided over his Light's skin. A shiver ran along Malik's back as Marik's mind raced with memories and sensations.

“I hated seeing you in pain, my Light,” Marik whispered. “The depths of which I hope to never see again.”

Malik placed his hands on Marik's shoulders. His fingers touched Marik's warm skin. “Did you mean what you said after we left home?”

“Every word,” Marik said, leaning towards Malik. Marik placed his fingers in the honey and traced a thin line across Malik's lips. Yami Marik closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss Malik's honey-sweet lips. Malik gasped and closed his eyes as Marik's tongue slowly slipped through his lips. The hikari sighed into the kiss as the honey sweetened the intimate moment. Malik's arms and legs wrapped around Marik and pulled him closer.

Marik's arms wrapped around his Light, cradling the back of Malik's head and rubbing his lover's back. //I love you, Malik Ramses.//

/I love you, Marik./ Malik's finger dipped into the honey and he snaked his hand under Marik's shirt. He brushed the honey-coated finger over Marik's nipple, making the yami chuckle into the kiss. //Naughty boy.//

/That's not naughty. THIS is naughty./

Malik pulled up Marik's shirt and began to suckle on the honeyed nipple. Malik's tongue lapped up the sweetness as Marik's head fell back in ecstasy. Marik's breath came in sharp gasps as his Light sucked on the nipple and flicked it with his tongue teasingly.

//This IS naughty. I promised Yugi I wouldn't have sex in his bedroom. This is the bathroom. Whole....other....don't stop.....Malik.....room.//

/We should take the honey with us tonight. It might come in handy. Aww, Marik, your other nipple looks lonely. I think it wants some attention, too./

Yami Marik moaned as he nodded slowly. “Yes, my nipple is lonely.”

Malik brushed some honey on Marik's other nipple and began to lightly suck on it. /Oh, yes, it feels very lonely. I think it's happy for some attention. Wouldn't you say so?/

Marik whimpered as he rubbed his hips against Malik. //That's not all that is starting to feel lonely.//

Malik moaned with pleasure around Marik's nipple. /Marik, you taste so good. So sweet.....like honey./

Marik's hand drifted down Malik's back and slipped into the back of Malik's pants. //It's been so long since I've touched you....I can't remember the last time.//

Malik whimpered as he began grinding against Marik. Malik dipped his finger into the honey again and drew a trail of honey from Marik's sternum to his neck. /Me neither....my handsome Dark./ Marik and Malik locked eyes again as Malik's tongue followed the trail of honey to Marik's neck

Marik kissed Malik's ear as his fingers began to knead Malik's ass. Malik whimpered as he thrust against Marik's growing arousal. Marik moaned as he bucked against Malik's hips.

The yami's fingers dipped into the honey and placed a small amount on Malik's neck.

The hikari moaned as Marik sucked on the side of his neck. Marik removed his hands from the back of Malik's pants and leaned him back against the toilet. Marik lifted Malik's shirt and placed a fingerful of honey on Malik's nipple. //Let's see how you enjoy it, you dirty, dirty boy.// Marik placed Malik's nipple between his lips and lightly suckled on the peaking flesh. The yami kept his eyes on the hikari as his hands slipped into the front of Malik's pants, massaging between his lover's legs.

Malik whimpered and thrust against Marik's hand. /Marik....oh gods......please..../

Marik grinned wickedly as he placed some honey on his tongue and carefully unzipped Malik's pants. Malik gasped and thrust into Marik's warmth as the yami swallowed around him.

//You taste like honey.....sweet and delightful.//

Malik's fingers buried themselves into Yami Marik's spiky hair as he thrust up against his lover. /I need release, Marik. I'm all yours, tenshi./

Marik moaned around Malik and slowly withdrew the hard flesh from his mouth. //Do you belong to me?// Marik's tongue licked the base of Malik's arousal lightly.

/Y-Yes....... I belong to you./Malik whimpered as he thrust into the air. Marik watched a drop of clear fluid seep from Malik's manhood.

//What do we have here?// Marik asked pleasantly as he lapped it up slowly.

Malik whimpered as his body tensed. His hips thrust up towards Marik, his body straining as he bucked into the air with desire. /Please.......master./

Marik turned the honey over and watched it slowly drip over Malik's arousal. Marik whimpered as the sticky-sweet substance traced over every contour of Malik's hard sex.

Marik swallowed around Malik's arousal and moaned around the trembling flesh. //Give me everything you have, baby....//

Malik clenched his teeth as he released into his lover's mouth. Malik trembled as he thrust quick into Marik's warmth.

Malik panted as he caught his breath. Marik kissed a honey trail up Malik's stomach, chest and neck. “Good boy.”

“What the hell, Marik Jibade Ishtar?!” Yugi exclaimed as he stood in the doorway.

“I thought I said no sex!”

Malik quickly covered his arousal with his hands. Marik grinned at the short duelist. “You said no sex in the bedroom. This isn't the bedroom.”
“Do you want your honey back?” Malik asked as he tucked his manhood into his pants. Marik held out the bottle of honey.

Yugi stepped back from the bathroom door. “On second thought, you keep it.”

“You don't want to use it on Glenn later?”

“Not that bottle, no!”

Malik grinned. “So you DO use the honey in bed!”

“Just get out of here, you crazy bastards!” Yugi said as he sighed and walked away.

Marik looked at his Light. “Looks like we scored free honey for tonight, too.”

Malik smiled as he pulled Marik down for a passionate kiss. “We will need it later.”

“So now it's off to dinner,” Marik smiled as he helped his Light to his feet. “And I know the perfect spot.”

As the Ishtars passed Yugi, Malik winked at the other hikari. “Thank you for the honey, Yugi? You sure you won't need it?”

“Freaks,” Yugi grinned back at the couple.

“And proud of it!” Malik smiled, offering Yugi the “peace” sign as he left with his yami.

Marik and Malik passed Glenn. “Thank you for the honey, Glenn,” the Ishtars said on the way out.

Marik walked beside Malik with a satisfied grin. “I rather enjoyed that.”

Malik turned to Marik with a sly grin. “You're naughty.”

“You started it.”

“You didn't finish...”

Marik tussled Malik's hair. “All in good time. We have all night.”

“So where are we going to dinner?”

“The best place in Domino. Just the plates alone are expensive as hell.”

“How can we afford that? We didn't leave with any money.”

Yami Marik chuckled as he held the Millennium Rod between them. “Who said we're going to need money, oh illustrious owner of the Millennium-freaking-Rod?”

Malik grinned. “Now you're talking!”

When they arrived at the restaurant, Malik marveled at the garden outside. The hikari smiled at the tapestry of color and sweet fragrance of roses. “The Olive Branch” wooden sign swayed in the gentle summer breeze. “This place is very exclusive!”

“No need to worry, tenshi. Let's go get a table.”

The Ishtars stepped inside the restaurant where a giant fountain in the center with naked cherubs poured water into the pool below. Malik looked at the Monet flower paintings on the walls. Barely-audible Beethoven music played in the background of people's conversations as they waited for their numbers to be called.

Yami Marik lead his hikari to the host podium. “Table for two, please.”

“Do you have a reservation?”

Marik held the Millennium Rod to his chest as he smiled. The item glowed faintly. “We don't need a reservation. Table for two, please. Preferably in some dark corner away from the prying eyes of old women and the incessant wailing of babies.”

“Yes, sir, follow me,” the man said blankly.

“Hikari? Shall we?” Yami Marik smiled pleasantly as he offered Malik his hand.

Malik took Marik's hand and followed him to their table, keenly aware of some dirty looks offered him by patrons obviously disgusted at their display. He heard one patron mutter something under her breath about him holding his yami's hand. “You only wish you could have this,” Malik turned back after he heard the woman's comment.

The host lead the Ishtars to a small alcove with three other tables.

“Those tables are not to be used,” Yami Marik said. “We are VIPs and we wish to be left alone.”

“Yes, sir. Your waiter will be with you shortly.” The host placed two menus on the table.

Malik and Marik sat down at the table, reveling in their privacy. Yami Marik placed the Millennium Rod on the table beside him and smiled at his hikari. Malik returned the smile as he crossed his arms and rest his elbows on the table.

The table was covered in a thick, white cloth. A flickering candle and a single red and yellow flower in a vase sat among fancy salt and pepper shakers and sugar containers. Vivaldi played quietly on the radio speaker above them.

“It's been a long time since went out and did something together,” Malik said as the couple perused the menu written on fancy parchment paper with calligraphy.

“Tonight's all about us, Malik. Bakura needs some privacy to pull that rod out of Ryou's ass. You remember how he was after Aten and Aria's birth.”

Malik watched the waiter approach with a smile and fill their crystal glasses with fresh ice water. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Welcome to The Olive Branch. I am Antonio. Today's specials are Roasted Leg of Lamb with Hollandaise sauce, Bacon-Wrapped Beef Tenderloin with seasoned vegetables, and Veal Marsala. Would you like to order any appetizers today?”

Marik reached for the Millennium Rod and held it in his hands on the table. The Sennen eye glowed upon his forehead as he looked at the waiter. “Bring us your finest bottle of red wine, preferably one costing over five hundred dollars. Bread, too. And when we leave, you will forget we were here and not charge us a cent.”

“Yes, master,” the man replied flatly.

Yami Marik grinned. “I will have the blackened chicken pasta and the clams for an appetizer. And for you, my sexy tenshi?”

Malik rubbed his chin as he thought. “I'll have the Lamb special and a salad. Oh! And two Chocolate Decadence cakes for me and my incredibly sexy partner.”

“I will bring you anything you desire.”

“Good boy,” Marik said as the Sennen Eye faded.

The yami smiled proudly at his hikari as the waiter slightly bowed. “Yes, sir. I shall retrieve our finest spirits for your enjoyment. And, please, the cost of your meal is on The Olive Branch today.”

“That's what I call customer service,” Malik responded.

The waiter walked away as Malik chuckled. “That was naughty.”

Marik released the Millennium Rod. “I've been naughtier.” Yami Marik drank from the glass of water and nodded. “This place is the most expensive in town. We deserve it after our morning.”

Yami and hikari locked eyes as they sat across from one another. Marik placed his elbows on the table as he stared into his Light's purple eyes. He offered his partner a smile, his canines sharp.

“Question.”

“Answer?”

“Why would you have a desire to return home?”

Malik lowered his head. “Marik, I--.”

“No,” Marik said quickly as he held up his open hand. “I want to know what you are thinking.”

“You already knew I was thinking. You were eavesdropping on my thoughts again.”

Marik took a piece of bread and began to spread butter on it. “I want to know how those thoughts became the desire to return home.”

“I was thinking of Bakura and Ryou as parents and wished I had parents like that.”

Marik bit into the bread. “We both do, tenshi. Our mothers died the same way...giving us life. My father was an ass, too. I wanted a real father and not a douche-canoe that he was.”

Malik burst out laughing. “Douche-canoe?”

Marik chuckled. “Well, its true. Study. Study. Study. But when you think about it, hikari, it gave us an advantage. We were smarter for it. More wise. Certainly, it came with a price, but anything hard comes with a price tag.”

Malik grinned as he removed his foot from his shoe. /Anything hard, you say?/

Marik put the glass of water to his lips to drink as he felt something light brush between his legs under the table. Marik's eyes opened wide at his hikari. //Tenshi?//

Malik raised his hands and smiled innocently. “What? My hands are up here. I'm not doing anything.”

Marik shifted against Malik's feet as he felt his hikari's toes wiggle against his pants. “Tenshi, this is inappropriate.”

“What is?”

Marik bit his lip as he grinned wickedly at Malik. //You little bastard.//

“My folks were married. I'm not a bastard,” Malik said, caressing the inner part of Marik's thigh with his foot.

The waiter brought their clams and filled their glasses with wine. The waiter left the bottle and bowed his head. “Enjoy.”

Malik grinned. “Oh, we will. Thank you.”

Marik took his glass of wine and held it towards Malik. “To us.....and...our....stimulating.....” Marik offered his hikari a moan. “Night.”

Malik took his glass and lightly tapped his glass of wine against his yami's. “Cheers.”

The Ishtars sipped from their glasses. Marik leaned back in his chair as he squirmed against Malik's foot. “You are a naughty one, Malik Ramses.”

Malik gulped a mouthful of wine and swallowed. “This isn't naughty....” Malik calmly brushed his fork onto the ground. “Oops. I dropped my fork.”

Marik watched his other half disappear under the table. “Malik Ishtar, what are you--?” Marik felt his pants being carefully unzippered. A moment later, a moist warmth surrounded his half-hardened arousal. “Oh god, Malik.....fuck.”

Marik slipped lower in his chair as he felt his pants being pulled down. Malik lightly kissed Marik's inner thigh, making the yami take sharp breaths. Marik reached under the table and caressed Malik's smooth blond hair.

Malik's kisses wandered close to Marik's manhood and drifted away slowly. A trail of kisses crept from the base of Marik's arousal to the tip and down again to his inner thigh.

Marik arched his back as his lover swallowed around him and sucking quickly. His hips thrust against the moist heat surrounding his arousal.

His body tensed as he felt his climax approaching.

//Hikari.....I'm close.//

Marik thrust hard against his lover, unable to stop his instinctual movements. Malik moaned around his yami's arousal. /Let me taste you, yami./

Marik threw his head back as he released hard into his lover's throat. The yami closed his eyes panting as he felt Malik slowly withdraw from him and kiss his arousal again. Marik opened up his eyes to see Malik sitting across from him and smiling with his glass of wine.

“THAT was naughty,” Malik sipped from his glass with a mischievous grin.

The waiter arrived with their appetizer. Marik drank from his glass of wine then zipped his pants. “How did you end up so naughty?”

Malik shrugged casually. “I'm an Ishtar. Naughty is my middle name.”

“True. Since when did an Ishtar actually behave himself?”

“A well-behaved Ishtar doesn't exist. I'm sure my sister has her own share of naughty that I don't know about.”

Marik grinned. “No doubt. How is she?”

“I know she's preparing a new exhibit for the Cairo Museum.”

“Even after all these years, your sister is hot.”

“That's my sister, Marik.”

Marik shrugged. “She's not my sister.”

“No, but wouldn't she be your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great gran ddaughter?”

Marik chuckled. “I'm over five thousand years old. There are many many many generations separating us.”

“But you are a member of the same family which has been forced to inbreed for five millennia. There's not a lot of genetic variety if the same family has had to breed alone in a dark tomb for hundreds of generations.”

The waiter brought their dinners and a basket of bread.

Marik licked his lips at the chicken and pasta.

“I'm surprised you didn't retaliate against your father when you saw him when we went back in time,” Malik said. “Wasn't your father the first Tombkeeper?”

Marik nodded as he sprinkled parmesan cheese over his dish. “His bones are dust. There would have been no point. It would not have changed anything. It was not worth my effort.”

“That could have prevented our family from being designated as Tombkeepers, though,” Malik said.

Marik took a forkful of his main course. “It all depends when father was chosen as a Tombkeeper. If he was chosen after my death, there was nothing that I could have done to prevent it. I do not know when Pharaoh Yami approached my father and condemned him and his kin to an eternity in the tomb.”

Malik bit into his lamb and wiped the corner of his mouth as a trail of juice trickled down his chin. “This lamb is amazing! Here, have a piece.”

Malik held a piece of lamb between his fingers. Marik grinned as he leaned over and took the piece of meat from between Malik's fingers. He nodded as he chewed with a satisfied moan. “Your meat is tender and juicy. Would you like to try my cock?” Marik stabbed a piece of chicken with his fork and held it out to his hikari.

“I thought I already did,” Malik chuckled, wiping the side of his mouth. Malik leaned over and bit it off the fork. “Your cock is very yummy....and creamy.”

Marik chuckled. “The cream is the best part, hikari.”

The Ishtars chuckled mischievously. Marik sighed and shook his head.

“Seeing my younger self made me feel......sad,” Marik said taking a clam from the appetizer plate and sucking it out of its shell.

Malik nodded as he took a clam and swallowed it. “I know. You were a cute little guy.”

Marik shrugged as he leaned back in his chair. “He deserved better than his fate. But, he....I... lived a full nineteen years. I guess it was a blessing in some way,” Marik grinned, running his fingers through his blond spiky hair. “I will be sexy for eternity. I'll never get saggy balls, wrinkles, or erectile issues.”

“What about when you got the Yami Virus?” Malik asked taking another clam from the appetizer dish.

“That was a curse. I couldn't control that,” Marik responded as he took another bite of pasta.

Malik nodded. “That was terrible. It was so frustrating being so helpless. Yami did everything he could to prevent us from bringing you back to life.”

“I heard he stole an extra molar from my jawbone, but Aten and Aria stole it back.”

Malik chuckled. “They are little sneaks, those two.”

“Just like their parents.”

“They're both naughty like you and Bakura.”

Marik smiled proudly. “They are born of Darkness and Light. What do you expect?”

Malik took another bite of lamb. "So what do you say we do after this?"

"We should pick out a movie at Straps and take it to the Domino Cinema. I'm not sure what's playing there."

Malik swallowed a mouthful of vegetables. "I think 'G.I. Ho' is playing. But they have to have other choices."

Marik nodded as he finished his dinner. "Sounds like a plan."

Malik finished his lamb and the Ishtars rose from the table. The waiter thanked them for their business as they walked out of the restaurant.

Malik looked into the sky as the sun began to set. Some stars had begun to shine as night settled on Domino City. Straps Theater's shimmering sign lit up in the darkness as the Ishtars approached.

"Good evening, gentlemen, which-?."

"Let us in," Marik said, holding the Millennium Rod in his hand. The man at the ticket booth fell silent as the Ishtars walked past him. Marik and Malik approached a door reading "Employees Only."

/Clear!/ Malik said through the mindlink as they slipped into the restricted area.

Marik looked around the corner as a few employees walked down the hallway. When the employees turned the corner, Marik lead Malik down the hall to the projection room. Malik kept an eye behind them as they hurried to their destination.

Marik turned his head as he heard voices approaching from behind them. Malik gasped and rushed into a closet, pulling Marik with him. The Ishtars crouched in the closet as they held their breaths. Marik wrapped his arms protectively around his Light as he watched two people pass in front of the door.

/That was a close one./

Marik cautiously cracked the door and found the hallway empty. //Let's go, hikari.// Marik lead Malik out of the closet and down the hall. They slipped into the projection room where the reels of film were kept.

//Let's see here....you pick one, hikari.//

Malik sifted through the reels of film. /G.I.Ho.....When Harry Met Larry.....Edward Penis-Hands......Here we go! This is it!/

Marik grabbed the movie reel and chuckled. //Perfect. Let's go.//

Malik tucked the movie reel under his shirt as Marik looked outside the room. Marik lead Malik down the hall and through the "Employees Only" door.

An employee spotted them stepping out of the room with something obviously tucked under Malik's shirt. Marik watched the employee begin to approach them.

//Yajri!// Marik exclaimed through the mindlink as he grabbed Malik's wrist and ran for the exit. Malik raced behind Marik as several ushers chased them.

The Ishtars grinned as two ushers stood by their podiums to block their path. Marik and Malik quickly darted to the side and leapt over the velvet stanchions beside the podium. The couple darted out of the movie theater and down the block. Malik turned his head to see four ushers following them on foot screaming for someone to call the police.

"Give me the Rod!"

Marik chuckled. "I'd thought you'd never ask!"

Malik took the Millennium Rod and pointed it at the pursuing ushers. "Turn around!"

The ushers stopped their pursuit as Malik laughed. The Ishtars ran down an alley as they fled with their prize. They raced around the corner, laughing. Malik turned his head. “It's clear, Marik.”

The Ishtars breathed heavily as they walked towards Domino Theater. Marik put his arm around Malik and kissed his temple. “We still have it, hikari.”

Malik and Marik gasped as they saw a police squad car approach. Malik pulled Marik behind the bush. Malik poked his head from behind the bush and looked into the squad car.

“Marik! Oh my god! Aria's in the back of that squad car!”

“What the hell?” Marik poked his head out from behind the bush and saw Bakura's daughter seething and furious. Her mouth was moving, but they couldn't hear what she was screaming from inside the car. “Itemri's not going to like this.”

Malik pulled out his cellphone and dialed the house.

[[Ishtar-Itemri residence.]]

[Bakura, you're not going to believe this!]

[[Malik, I apologize for Ryou's outburst, but that gives you--.]]

[Aria's in the back of a squad car! She's going to be taken to the police station!]

[[Ishtar, this is not funny.]]

[God damn it, listen to me! I'm looking at her right now, fucker! She's all pissed off in the back of a squad car!]

Bakura sighed over the phone. [[What am I going to do with that girl?...Damn it. Someone's at the door. When are you freaks going to be home?]]

[Later.]

[[Alright. I'll go bail out my spawn. Talk to you later. Oh, hi, Umi....]]

Malik ended the call. “Apparently Umi is at the door at home. Odd.”

“Aria is Bakura's problem now. She's not my daughter, so I shouldn't interfere unless something dire occurs such as if that cop pulls out his firestick at her.” Marik shook his head. “I don't know what she did, but at least my boy knew not to get caught.”

The squad car pulled away and the Ishtars continued their walk to the nearby Domino Theater. When they arrived, Malik held the Millennium Rod to the ticket booth and ticket counter. “Let us in.”

The women's expression turned vacant as they passed without stopping. They slipped into the “Employees Only” area and grinned at the steps to the projection area. Marik took Malik's hand and raced up the steps.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” a manager asked as he met them at the top of the steps.

“Seeing a movie,” Malik grinned, holding out the Millennium Rod. “You will take us to a projector so we can put the correct movie in.”

The manager's vacant expression made Marik chuckle. //You know, hikari, it never ceases to amaze me how handy this little piece of hell is.//

The manager lead them to a projector and installed the movie for them. “What else can I do to please you, master?”

Malik smiled. “We're going into this theater. You will bring my very sexy husband and I two extra large sodas, two large tubs of popcorn with extra butter--.”

“Cheese-fucking-prezels!” Marik said excitedly.

“Cheese pretzels, nachos! A hot dog! Reese's Pieces! I think that should hold us over.”

Marik looked down at his stomach. “Between this morning and now, I'm gonna have to start going for morning runs and eat salad for the rest of the week.”

“That might be a good idea. Nobody wants a pudgy yami,” Malik said, poking Marik's belly.

“Let's get a good seat. This movie is so fucking hot. I might not be able to keep my hands off of you.”

Malik smiled. “I won't complain.”

Marik and Malik walked down to the theater when they looked up to see what was scheduled in the theater: “The Reckoning” Rated R.

“Well, at least it wasn't that,” Malik grinned wickedly to the theater next to them where “The Happy Bear Jamboree: The Movie” was scheduled to begin.

A look of horror crossed Yami Marik's face. “Oh fuck no.”

“Aten and Aria loved that show when they were kids!”

“That shit is still playing?!”

Malik watched flashes of Aten and Aria as toddlers bouncing on their little asses, excited to see the show about caring, friendship, counting, letters, and proper manners. Aten enjoyed going up to his father and singing the songs to him about how nice it was to be polite and say `thank you.' Aten's song about friendship was particularly painful for the yami, especially since for two weeks, the little boy ran around the house singing it to everyone. By the end of two weeks, even Ryou was becoming sick of the song.

/Every time he came to you and sang that song, you would beg me to kill you again. How does it go again? `It's time for games! It's time for fun! Grab a smile, everyone! Put it on your happy faces for all to see!Jump and jump and jump with glee, For the Happy Bear Jamboree!”

//Stop it.//

/It's time for games!It's time for fun!Grab a smile, everyone! Put it on your happy faces for all to see!Jump and jump and jump with glee! For the Happy Bear Jamboree!/

//The horror.//

Malik laughed as he felt Marik's pain.

//It was a nightmare. It was like living in hell....having a two-year-old boy run up to you and sing about how nice it was to be friendly to others, sharing, caring....//

/And now he's getting drunk and fucking his husband in the ass in the park./

//The circle of life, hikari.// Marik lead Malik into the theater. “He was a damn cute little boy, though. I wonder how he's feeling today.”

“Even though he's eighteen years old, you still call him your little boy.”

Marik nodded as they took a seat. “He always will be. I still love him. He's my flesh and blood. I can't deny him. Half of him looks like me, so denying him is foolish.”

Malik bounced in his chair. “I'm excited to see this! Did you see this one before?”

“No, but you know it's going to have a lot of fuck and death,” Marik's canines sharpened. “And you know it's gonna be hot. There's something to be said about the two happening simultaneously. Fucking turn on.”

The previews started as the manager and two other ushers brought their

Food. Malik grinned with appreciation and settled into his chair. Marik put his arm around Malik.

[[And now for our Feature Presentation...]]

Marik turned to Malik and kissed his ear. “I fucking love you.”

Malik sipped his soda and put his head on Marik's shoulder.

[[A boat sailed upon the water with violin music playing in the background. “Bi-Tanic” appeared on the screen, eliciting confused reaction from the audience.]]

Marik bit his lip, trying to subdue his laughter as some audience members groaned in disgust as a naked man in a ship captain's hat was humping his first mate. “Hugh Cockington is a good actor. Remember him in “Free Willy,” hikari?”

Malik pointed and nodded at the screen. “Yeah, he was good in that one. I liked him in `Balls-zilla.' He is quite....gifted.”

In the next credit, a woman with large breasts as riding on a man wearing a tuxedo. Malik looked over at Marik. “Haily Johnson is good, too. I didn't know she was in this,” Malik said casually.

A large gangbang on the screen elicited groans of disgust from multiple women in the audience, who walked out.

[[Oh, Jock, fuck me like one of your French girls!]]

[[[Alright, baby....]]]

Cheesy porn music filled the theater as the two main characters began to grind against each other and shed their clothing. Marik looked around and noticed only he, Malik, and several men were the only ones in the theater.

[[[Oh, your ship is so big.....Put it in my port-hole!]]]

Malik took a handful of popcorn and popped a few into his mouth. “I like the naughty nautical puns.”

“Classy,” Marik said as he bit into a cheese pretzel.

[[Oh la la!]] The man moaned as he slammed into his lover. [[Oh it feels so good! Time to swab your deck!]] Marik reached over and touched the front of Malik's pants. Jack rubbed his penis over the woman's stomach as he came hard.

Several moans could be heard randomly in the theater. Malik bit his lip with pleasure as he felt his yami's hands touch him. Marik grabbed a tortilla chip with nacho cheese and licked the cheese.

The rich passengers met for dinner when an usher came into the theater to investigate the complaints of several theater patrons. Malik grabbed the Millennium Rod and grinned at the man with a smile. “Go away.”

“I will go away.”

“Good boy.”

Marik and Malik watched the Bi-Tanic sail in the night and hit the iceberg. The captain's first mate ran into the captain's quarters.

[[Captain! We've hit an iceberg! We have two thousand horny guests aboard! How are we going to save them all?]]

[[[Oh, well. Lieutenant High Baller, I guess there's only one thing left to do.]]] the captain said casually as he removed his captain's jacket and white shirt. [[[I'm going down with the ship.]]]

[[But, sir! I love you!]]

The captain removed his pants as he started to touch himself. [[[Save as many as you can....and remember me as I lived....horny and willing to pleasure anyone....or anything.]]]

Malik looked over at Yami Marik. /That's so sweet./

//Poor fucker's going to die....but died as he lived.....terribly horny.//

/This is a terrible movie. The dialogue is completely inappropriate./

Marik bit his lip and cupped his lover's private parts in his hand. //

Yeah, but the important parts are the sex scenes. Who the hell pays attention to the plot?//

/True./

Marik leaned over to his Light as he slipped his hands into Malik's pants and felt his lover aroused. “That's not the only thing here that is inappropriate.”

Malik reached behind Marik and slipped his hand into the back of Marik's pants. “Is that inappropriate?”

//Very much so.//

The scene cut to the Bi-Tanic sinking. Various porn scenes showed with water falling down all around them. On the upper deck, mass orgies littered the night.

/Somehow I don't know if I'd be getting it on knowing I'm going to die./

//I doubt Itemri wanted to fuck me in my final moments. The blood was pretty sexy, but it hurts like a bitch coming out of you.//

Malik watched the screen as he felt his zipper pulled down and Marik leaning over. Malik gasped as he felt his yami swallow around him.

/Oh god, Marik.....mmm....so good./ Malik slipped lower into his chair as he watched a couple on the screen.

//This is revenge for the restaurant.//

Malik arched his back as the yami swallowed deep around him and held still. The Light tried to buck up into the moist heat, but Marik's hand held him down.

Malik closed his eyes as he felt Marik move between his legs. Malik's fingers buried deep into Marik's spiky blond hair. The yami lightly moaned around Malik's arousal as the sounds of sex filled the theater. Marik lightly tugged at Malik's pants and pulled them down.

Malik screamed in time with the boat passengers as Marik slipped a finger into his lover. Marik swallowed deep around Malik again as the hikari spread his legs and thrust up against Marik's intruding finger.

//You're such a dirty boy.// Marik moaned through the mindlink as Malik panted heavily and bucked against his yami's mouth and digit.

/Yes, Marik...I'm such a ......dirty boy./

Marik moaned around Malik as he began to thrust into his own hand.

//Marik....please....fuck me. I want you. I need you. I need you so bad.//

Marik's mouth left his hikari and kissed from his arousal up his stomach to his chest. Malik wrapped his arms and legs around Marik as his yami positioned himself at his entrance. Malik bucked against Marik desperately. Malik arched his back and watched on the screen as two men thrust against each other. Jock and his girlfriend watched the two men thrust against each other as they masturbated.

/This movie is fucked up, Marik./

//In speaking of that....//

Malik moaned as he felt Marik sheathe himself inside of his body. Malik placed his legs on the row of seats in front of him as Marik moved his body. Marik felt his Light's warm breath brush against his face as he thrust inside his lover.

Malik whimpered as he felt Marik completely plunge into him. His fingernails dug deep into Marik's skin as he rhythmically thrust into him hard and deep. The yami buried his face into the side of Malik's neck as he moved within his Light.

The moans and screams of ecstasy fueled the strength and speed of Marik's penetrations. Malik scratched across Marik's back as his body quivered with each motion of his yami.

The yami pounded hard into Malik as he felt a trickle of blood creep down his back and down his thigh.

//You're bleeding...so good.//

Malik bit into Marik's shoulder as his body trembled with long- contained lust. Marik grunted with pain as he slammed his arousal deep into his lover. Marik bit into Malik's neck as he placed all of his weight against him and slammed his arousal into him again.

//Who do you belong to, hikari?//

/Marik..../ Malik gasped for air as he felt Marik wrap his hands around his arousal and caress the tip.

Marik growled as he thrust into Malik harshly again. //I asked a question, hikari! Who....do you....belong to?//

Malik's body tensed as he felt Marik throbbing deep inside of him. In his core, he could feel his yami's arousal....hard and trembling....Marik's quick, sharp exhalations brushed across his skin. Marik's back trickled with blood from Malik's scratches. The yami's finger traced the tip of Malik's arousal as Malik tried to move against his yami.

//Who do you belong to? Who owns you....body......mind......and soul?//

/Marik.....I...../ Malik moaned as his body quivered with Marik's body buried deep inside of him. Malik's fingernails pierced Marik's sweaty skin as he felt his yami holding back his release. Malik held his breath as his body burned with pain, fire, and lust. /Fuck me more./

//No....// Marik's teeth sunk into Malik's flesh and growled aggressively. //Not until you tell me what I want to hear.//

/You. I belong to you./

Yami Marik growled against Malik's skin and began to stroke his arousal in time with his movements. //Good boy.//

/Please, Marik...I need you. I need to feel you./

Marik grunted as he slammed into Malik's body repeatedly. Malik moaned as his yami possessed him, slamming into his body hard and fast. Marik looked down at his hikari's arousal as he touched him.

//Let me see you cum, hikari....//

Malik arched his back as he bucked up against Marik and released between them. Marik moaned as Malik's body tensed. Marik placed a possessive kiss on Malik's lips as he slammed into Malik's body and released hard.

Malik whimpered. /That's it, yami...Gods, yes...../

Marik collapsed on Malik, panting heavily and buried deep inside his lover. “Fuck.....”

Malik kissed Marik's ear and nuzzled against his face. “That was....incredible.”

//You do realize that both of us may have a bit trouble walking tomorrow, right?//

Marik lifted his head and caressed Malik's cheek. “I don't care about that. There's only one thing I care about.....you.”

Malik closed his eyes as Marik placed a tender kiss on his lips. “Marik..”

Marik kissed down Malik's chest and stomach, cleaning his lover with light kisses.”

The yami returned to his seat and put his arm around his Light.

The seas began to splash as people fell into the cold, freezing water.

Jock shivered in the water as his lover swam with him. [[I wish we had more time together, my love.]]

[[[Oh, Jock. Kiss me one more time.]]]

The screen faded to black and the dawn's light showed on the screen. Another ship had arrived at the scene. Some corpses were frozen in mid-scream while others died with smiles on their faces. The ship's crew attempted to pull a survivor out of the water.

[[By Jove! It looks like these two bodies have no knickers! And they're connected at the bum!]]

[[[Poor bastards. The Bi-Tanic will go down in history as the best party ship commissioned by her majesty.]]]

“The End” appeared on the screen in elaborate calligraphy.

“I still say the dialogue was terrible,” Malik said.

Marik grinned as he zipped his pants. “Yeah, but as I said, who the hell cares about the dialogue? It's all about the boobies, butts, and bangin'.”

The lights illuminated the theater and they chuckled at the few other men who remained behind in the theater with them.

“Nobody seemed to care what we did,” Malik said.

Marik winked at his Light and tapped the Millennium Rod to his chest. “What can I say? Sometimes I like an audience.”

“Pervert.”

Marik snickered. “I didn't hear you complaining over the sound of me pounding your ass.”

The Ishtars left the theater. Marik pat his stomach. “I think I overate today just a bit. It's time we head home. I'm sure Ryou has had time to calm down.”

Marik took Malik's hand as they walked home. High in the distance, KaibaCorp's skyscraper rose into the sky. Windows were illuminated in irregular patterns as the red light above the building flickered on and off. Few other buildings in Domino City could compete with KaibaCorp.

Marik watched as the Domino Museum appeared in their sight.He turned to Malik. “There's one thing we need to do before we go home.”

“What's that?”

Marik laughed. “We need to rearrange the mannequins in the museum in.....explicit positions.”

Malik covered his mouth as he laughed. “Let's do it! This is gonna be so great!”

“They have cameras,”Marik raised the Millennium Rod and the cameras disappeared. “The museum is going to get tired of replacing those cameras.” The Ishtars slipped through the shadows as they climbed the stone steps.

//Once we get in, all we have to do is avoid Al. And doing that is simple as pie. He's half-blind.//

/A half-blind security guard?/

//He's older than some of the artifacts in here. I think they keep him because he knows the patrons and he's a walking history book. Plus, he's a good shit.//

As they approached the door, Marik prepared to kneel when he realized the door was already cracked open. “The door's open,” Marik whispered. “Strange.”

Malik looked around nervously. “Maybe someone is in there working late.”

“They would have closed and locked the door behind them, hikari.”

Marik felt a familiar chill up his spine. “Something isn't right. Stay close, habib.”

Marik slowly opened the door enough for him and Malik to enter the museum. Shadows danced on the floor as the trees filtered moonlight from outside the windows. The atrium was dark and quiet. Marik held his breath as he stepped into the tall dome of the atrium. Malik slipped in behind him.

/Could it be Bakura's men?/

//Bakura would never order the museum robbed. He wants to protect relics of history as much as I do. Besides, he and I are relics of history.//

Marik lead Malik past the ticket booth and up the marble steps leading into the main exhibits. Marik looked up to the ceiling. //The camera's light is off.//

/That is odd./ Malik held onto Marik's shirt as his heart leapt into his throat. /Marik, we should get out of here. The cop shop is a few doors away. They are better equipped for this./

Marik and Malik arrived at the top of the steps. Marik looked around the corner and saw the other camera's light was also off. As they walked through the hallway, Malik's hand glided against the wall. He gasped as something wet covered his fingertips.

/Marik, something is wet on the wall./

Yami Marik squinted to see in the dim light offered by the exit light's sign. Marik grabbed his cell phone from his pocket. He pressed an app button as he opened the Flashlight app.

Malik and Marik stared wide-eyed at the wall. “Forever Walk In Darkness” was written in hieroglyphics along with a strange symbol. “This isn't written in modern Egyptian. It's,....” Malik stared at the writing in amazement.

“It's written in the Old Tongue,” Marik said after Malik's pause.

Marik wrapped a protective arm around Malik's waist as he looked up and down the dark hallway. The yami wiped a finger in the red writing and licked it. “Blood. Mortal blood.”

Malik shifted closer to his yami as he swallowed nervously. “We shouldn't have come in here.”

“What were they looking for?” Marik asked as he examined the symbol. It felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. “Do you know anything about this symbol?”

Malik bit his lip as he remembered his sacred texts. “I don't remember reading everything as a child, but I remember seeing it before.”

Marik held the cell phone up and clicked a picture of the wall.

“We can take a better look at it later. Stay near me. Do not wander off.”

Yami Marik lead Malik into the Prehistory exhibit where replica Wolly Mammoths loomed overhead with twisted tusks. Cavemen figurines battled Sabre-Toothed Tigers dressed in heavy furs for warmth. Tall corn stalks, beans, and wheat grew high on replica soil in the agriculture area. Marik's Flashlight app illuminated the dark exhibit.

A motion detector activated as they passed by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. The light over the dinosaur lit up and the mighty beast roared, its maw opened wide beside Malik.

Malik screamed loudly and clung to Marik tightly, his arms wrapped around his husband. “Holy shit!”

A light appeared over a caveman wielding a club beside Marik. The yami saw the figure beside him and instinctually gave the figure a quick elbow to the chest and a punch in the face. The head flew off the caveman mannequin as the yami realized it was fake.

Marik held Malik close as they looked at the growling monster and the caveman's body as it tumbled to the ground. “Remind me to complain to Guest Services about scaring the shit out of their patrons.” Marik stopped and looked down at the floor. “Tenshi...look.”

Malik's eyes followed a trail of blood into the Egyptian exhibit. They stood on the threshold of the exhibit as they saw pottery and glass smashed into tiny shards. Statues were tipped over onto the floor. Sacred ushabtis were broken and their cases shattered.

“In Ra's name.....what happened here?” Marik whispered as he stepped among the devastation. He moved the flashlight to follow the trail of blood.

Malik gasped and covered his mouth in shock as Marik's flashlight revealed Al's body draped over a pharaoh's coffin. “Sacrifice” was carved into the corpse.

“More glyphs in the Old Tongue,” Marik said as he cautiously approached the body.

Malik followed Marik as he stood beside the body of the security guard. Marik looked close at the old man's throat which had been slashed violently. The man's empty eyes stared into nothing. Blood trickled from his mouth and opened throat.

Marik looked at the floor where he saw a Duel Monsters card laying beside the puddle of crimson. He kneeled on the ground and picked it up.

Malik looked into the jewelry exhibit cases. All of the glass was shattered and their case's contents stolen. Malik raised his head to see a defaced mural in the adjoining room. He stepped into the room and saw the mural painted with symbols matching those carved into his back as a boy.

/Oh my god.../

A loud alarm sounded and iron grates trapped Marik in the room. “What the hell?” Marik and Malik turned to see a grate separate them.

“Marik! Help!”

“Malik!” Yami Marik ran to the iron bars which separated him from his Light. “What the hell? The security cameras were off!”

Malik and Marik gripped the iron grate and grit their teeth as they struggled to lift the barrier between them. “Fucking gate! I thought I told you to stay beside me!” Marik snarled as he strained himself to open the gate.

Malik looked around for something to open the iron barrier. A few metal tools had been left behind. “Let's see if you can pry it up a little for me to squeeze through,” Malik said handing a primitive chisel and hammer to his yami.

“What makes you think I can't get through?”

“Have you seen what you ate today, yami?”

Marik narrowed his eyes defensively. “What do you mean by that, hikari?”

“You're stronger than me. You may be able to budge it more.”

Marik slipped the chisel under the gate and hit the head with the hammer to loosen the gate from the floor. Malik watched as his heart pounded in his chest. He turned to see the other exit in his room open. “Marik, I can go to the control room and disable the security protocol. You will be free.”

Marik dropped the hammer and gripped the iron grate. “Don't you dare leave me! We don't know what is going on and I can't protect you while I'm trapped in here.”

Marik turned his head to see two pillars and a demonic cauldron with horns and clawed feet burst into flame. Marik rose to his feet with his back against the door. “Oh Fuck.” Yami Marik turned to Malik and grabbed his hand. He kissed his husband's knuckle quickly and looked deep into his purple eyes. “Run! Get out of here! Don't look back!”

Malik's heart leapt into his throat as a growling sound emanated in the distance. “I'm not leaving you here!” Malik screamed in panic as he struggled to lift the gate.

Marik clenched his hand again, his hands shaking. “Forget me! Get out of here! Now!”

Darkness and Light locked eyes, their gaze saying more than words could express. Yami Marik turned his head as the growling echoed behind him. He turned his head and looked up at a large monster standing behind him. A half masked man-half beast creature appeared from the cauldron gripping a staff with a demonic face.

“Masked Hellraiser!” Yami Marik turned back to Malik with terror in his eyes. “Run! Forget me!”

Malik screamed as a five-horned mask covered Marik's face. “The Mask of Weakness!”

Yami Marik screeched as he sank to his knees, gripping the iron gate. Marik gripped the mask, desperately trying to remove it. Marik pulled and pushed against the mask covering his face. Malik saw his yami's strength fail quickly as he collapsed onto his knees. “Must....protect....Malik.”

Marik gripped the iron gate and struggled to pull himself to his feet. His knees quaked and his thighs trembled. Malik heard his yami grunting and whimpering as his knuckles turned white.

“Weak....”

Yami Marik sunk to his knees again as his head hung against his chest. “Must fight.....for....Malik.”

Marik reached to a higher iron bar in a final attempt to pull himself, but the yami collapsed onto his side, panting heavily as Masked Hellraiser approached him. Marik could barely raise his arm to defend himself against the enraged monster's attack. He looked up at the monster hovering above him with half-closed eyes.

“Leave him alone!” Malik demanded as he glared at the armed monster. Marik gripped the Millennium Rod through the bars and held it up to the monster. “OBEY ME! Leave him alone!”

Masked Hellraiser reached down and picked Yami Marik up by his arm. Malik watched in horror as his yami's body dangled motionlessly in the beast's grip. “YOU FUCKER! LET HIM GO!” Malik growled, desperately trying to rattle the iron bars. Malik's heart raced with fear as he watched his lover dangle helplessly in the air. Another person must be controlling the monster since he didn't obey the Rod....

“Marik! Fight him!”

//Can't move...//

Malik gripped the bars as the beast whipped his staff harshly against Yami Marik's limp body. He flew through the air against the wall and collapsed onto the ground in a heap.

The creature picked Marik's body up again and threw him against the remnants of the glass covering the pharaoh's coffin. Malik watched his yami's hands tremble as they covered the back of his head where crimson began to flow.

“I have to get to the control room! Marik won't last long in there!”

Malik turned and gasped when he saw two purple-cloaked figures with masks standing before him. “Lumis and Umbra!” Malik growled as he gripped the Millennium Rod in his hand. “What do you want?”

Umbra smiled behind his half mask. “We have come to return you to your rightful place, Master Malik.”

“What are you talking about?”

A painful scream from the room made him turn his head. Masked Hellraiser slammed Marik's body onto the ground in front of the gate with a harsh snap. Soft whimpering escaped the bloody yami as he laid on his stomach.

“Call back your monster! I command you or so help me I will shove this fucking dagger up your asses! Both of you!” Malik snapped, removing the dagger of the Millennium Rod.

“With pleasure,” Umbra said with a smile. “We will call back our monster and you will come with us.”

“I am going nowhere with you! I left you in the past where you belong! I want nothing to do with you now.”

Marik slipped his hand through the bars slowly. //Run...Please.....//Malik looked down to see Marik's limp hand draped over his foot.

“Umbra, you will go downstairs and turn off the security protocol! My Rod commands you!” Malik held out the glowing Millennium Rod.

Masked Hellraiser disappeared from the room as Marik coughed blood onto the floor.

Malik gasped as he felt a mask cover his face. “Get this thing off of me! What is this?”

Lumis grinned. “The Mask of Possession. You will come with us, Master Malik.”

Umbra looked at the bleeding yami on the floor. “I summon Metal Guardian.” A large metal robot appeared before the iron bars. “Make certain he does not escape. If he does escape, make certain he does not live. Break him.”

Malik's arms fell to his sides as he approached the two masked hunters. Marik watched Malik through half-closed eyes. //Malik, where are you going?//

/............/

//Malik, answer me....please....//

/........../

“Take one last look at him, the one who caused you pain,” Lumis said, glaring at the helpless yami.

Marik watched Malik turn back to him and look at him through the Mask of Possession. The yami's trembling hand reached out for his Light. //Why---?//

Lumis, Umbra, and Malik walked calmly out of the room. Marik's hand collapsed on the ground as the world around him went black.