Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hostile Takeover ❯ The Mighty Have Fallen ( Chapter 25 )

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The Mighty Have Fallen

Marik's POV

Ryou and Bakura left to go do some grocery shopping. Aria and Aten demanded my attention all morning before they left for school. I played with them and drove them to school. While Ryou and Bakura were away, I listened to my music and cleaned the house.

Bakura needed some time with Ryou. He told me he wanted to take Ryou to the movies and out to lunch. They need time alone together. They haven't had that in a long time.

When it was time to pick up the chibis, I picked them up and gave them their snack. Aten's chest was a little uncomfortable, so I gave him a heart pill.

I went into the kitchen as soon as I tucked my son and Aria down for their afternoon nap. I may as well get their snack ready for them for when they wake up. Then I can relax for a while. That will be nice.

I closed the refrigerator door and saw Malik standing over me with a smile on his face….a creepy smile.

"Hello, yami," he said smirking at me.

"Are you feeling ok?"

Malik chuckled. "Of course, why would you ask such a silly question?" My hikari advanced on me and before I knew it, my back was against the countertop.

"The question is….how are you feeling, yami?"

I tried to maneuver around him. I didn't like the idea of being cornered. He grabbed my shirt.

"Leaving so soon, yami?" my hikari asked me with a sneer. What was wrong with him?

"I'm getting the kids' snack ready for when they wake up, Malik."

Malik shoved me back against counter again before I knew what was happening. "Good. They are out of our way." Malik pressed his body against me and ground his hips against me.

While this was not all too unpleasant, Malik was not himself. I didn't know why. This didn't seem right.

I put my hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away. "Malik, we have to watch the kids while Ryou and Bakura are away. We can't do this."

Malik's eyes narrowed. "So, it's ok for you to take me against the countertop without even so much as asking me?"

"Malik, I regret that, I really do. I'm sorry that I hurt you like that."

Malik's lip curled and he gripped my neck tightly. "I'm going to show you how it feels, Marik! I'm going to show you how it feels to be taken against your will and all you can do is keep silent!"

I grabbed Malik's wrist and tried to pry him off of me. I couldn't release his grip! He was stronger than I had thought!

Malik pulled me into a bruising kiss. His tongue roughly explored my mouth as I heard the zipper of his pants being pulled down by his other hand.

"Malik…..let go…now," I struggled to say as the hand clenched tightly around my windpipe.

His pants fell to the ground and before I could think, he grabbed my hand and made me stroke him.

"So nice, Marik………"

I tried to pull my hand away and he released my hand. Malik sneered at me and backhanded me hard enough to spin me around.

Malik bent over me and I tried to stand up. He grabbed the back of my neck and tried to force my head down onto the countertop.

I opened my eyes to see my head flying into the cookie jar. Malik slammed my head into the heavy cookie jar making it shatter into tiny pieces all over the floor and the countertop itself.

I tried not to cry out in pain. The last thing I wanted was for Aten to come down and see me bleeding from the forehead, soaking the cookies red with my blood.

I held my head and tried to stay on my feet.

"You are a feisty one," Malik sneered.

The pain in my head kept me from moving. I was stunned. Before I knew it, a searing pain shot through my right arm. I looked over through my blood soaked hair and saw a steak knife sticking into my wrist. My other hand was ripped from me and Malik tied my other hand with the hose from the sink. I tried to move my right wrist, but the steak knife went through the bone.

My forehead and my wrist were bleeding badly. The cookies on the counter became soaked with my blood.

"I'm not done yet," Malik said turning on the stove. I turned my head and my heart leapt into my throat….Malik had removed the dagger of the Millennium Rod…..and he was heating the metal.

My wrist burned from the metal lodged in my bone. I could feel my other hand become numb from the tightness of the hose.

"Malik…don't do it! Let me go!"

The metal began to glow red and he removed it from the fire. Malik walked over to my wrist.

"I suggest you do not scream. Your son may hear you..and he wouldn't want to see his daddy pinned to the counter like a common insect."

Malik plunged the heated metal of the Millennium Rod's hidden dagger into my wrist, piercing my wedding tattoo. My wrist and arm felt like it was on fire! My mouth opened in a silent scream. I wanted to scream…to beg for him to stop….but I don't beg. I never begged for anything. Tears flowed out of my eyes as Malik removed the steak knife.

To my horror, he cut off my shirt with it. Everytime I moved my arm, pain shot through me. I tried to remain still.

Malik removed my belt and cut my pants off of me. He took the belt and wrapped it around my throat, making it into a collar. He pulled on the free end of the collar and the belt contracted around my throat making breathing difficult.

Tears rolled down my face. Malik, please stop…

Did I just beg? To myself?
Malik stood behind me and before I knew what was going on, Malik shoved himself into me hard. No preparation.

A whimper was torn from my throat as I was slammed repeatedly against the countertop.

The glass that had embedded itself into my skin was being driven in further. The dagger of the Millennium Rod scraped against my bones painfully. My wrist that was bound by the hose was becoming quickly bruised.

"How sweet you are, yami! A sweet piece of ass……that's all you are."

I closed my eyes and more tears fell. Malik…….

Did our marriage mean nothing to you?

Malik penetrated me harder, banging higher into me. I wanted to cry out. Maybe someone would hear me. But, I didn't want the kids to hear me.

"Stop….Malik."

Malik leaned over and grabbed my hardened arousal and pumping me. "I can stop, Marik……but, I will have to pick this up with Aten and Aria."

"WHAT?!"

"I can stop, but I will leave you like this and go have my fun with Aten and Aria. I'm sure your son's body will be even sweeter than yours."

"Bastard," I whispered.

"And, Aria will lose her virginity someday. There's no time like the present, right, Marik?"

I tried to clench my fists, but my bones ached. The only part of me that was clenching was around Malik's invading member.

"I wonder if your son's body will be just as sweet as yours, daddy dearest."

My body began moving back into Malik's viscious thrusts. Oh no….don't tell me my body is……enjoying this…….

I bit my lip trying not to scream. Malik slammed into me hitting a nerve deep inside me. My muscles began to tense.

"I wonder, Marik…..is Aten a good a lay as you? I wonder what I could teach Aria about pleasuring a man…..oh the possibilities!!!"

Please don't hurt Aten………

Do it for Aten and Aria…….

Do it for Aten and Aria…….

Aten has already been subjected to this.

Aria is too young to have her innocence taken away like this.

Do it for Aten and Aria…….

I began to pant heavily as instinct took over. I whimpered as my body moved into Malik's hand faster. My body wanted release so bad, but my pride was holding me back.

"Such a good little fuck, Marik," he moaned as he reached up and slammed my head down on the broken glass of the cookie jar.

Malik slammed into my prostate as a warm liquid oozed down my leg. I couldn't even look down to see how much I was bleeding. My forehead and my wrist were already bleeding enough for my taste.

A whimper was torn from my throat and he laughed.

"That's it, Marik. You wouldn't want your son to come down and find his father being screwed senseless and pinned like a common insect. That's all that you are, Marik. You are common! A common whore!"

Another whimper and a cry was torn from me as Malik slammed me so hard into the counter that I heard more bones snap and muscle tearing.

Malik slammed my head into the glass again and I whimpered.

I could feel his release approaching. Malik pulled on my hair and yanked back hard and I could feel him release inside of me. As I felt Malik come, I released.

I began to sob….my body betrayed me. I didn't want to release……my body betrayed me. Malik removed himself from me roughly.

"Why are you crying? Whores aren't supposed to cry. They're supposed to enjoy it."

My breath came in pants and heaves. I felt numb and my body burned inside and out. How could I let this happen? Why couldn't I stop this?

What made me so weak? Weak. I must be weak. I must be to blame.

The room began spinning. My body went numb.

I couldn't fight him…..

Why…..

couldn't……..

I……..

fight……..

back?

Aten………..

note: *hides behind Yami Dragon*

Updates: Tomorrow.

Next Chappie: Bakura finds Marik. Will Yami blood have the affect him the same as mortal blood?