Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Quixotic ❯ Demoralize ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: mylittleunderground 
Bakura and Marik want something and use Mokuba to get at it. But is Mokuba their victim or just playing along?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Psychological / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.03.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 723 | Status: Work In Progress
Bakura and Marik want something and use Mokuba to get at it. But is Mokuba their victim or just playing along?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Psychological / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.03.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 723 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Kazuki Takahashi owns Yugioh. I'm just using his characters for my own personal (non-profit) gain. I'll put them back in the toy box when I've had my fun.
A/N: Doomshipping is an official shipping list threesome. It is Yami Marik x Yami Bakura x Mokuba. It may possibly be, in my opinion, one of the worst shippings on that list. But that makes me love it all the more. I wrote this because I've never read a Doomshipping story before...and I wanted to read one. So here it is.
1. Demoralize
The afternoon sun hit the glass in a dramatic way so that just being close to the windows would make you go into a sweat.
Mokuba wiped his forehead but the sweat still plastered his bangs together, which really irritated him. Only half an hour until he could call it a day and go home. As much as he liked working for his big brother he had to admit defending his brother from giant virtual dragons was a lot more instinctive to him than looking over the company's marginal benefits.
He really didn't want to but he felt his head bury into the graph sheets and reports falling asleep.
Maybe just a little sleep won't harm the company. After all, Mokuba really didn't need to look over those reports. They would look just the same tomorrow, when he would also be going to work. Besides the sun felt so warm it just lulled him into a calm rest...
'Click'
And his eyes flew open and scoured the room, resting on the door frame.
In the door way stood two imposing figures. The first thing Mokuba saw was the glint of what looked like gold. The next thing he saw was the strangely distorted figures of Bakura and Marik, hidden by the glare from the windows. He almost feigned disgust.
What were they doing here?
"Hello child. Would you like to direct us to the control room?" One of them spoke. Mokuba wasn't really sure which one, or if it even mattered.
"No."
"Come now. You can't escape the inevitable. It's better to go with the current than fight against it."
Instead of answering the question Mokuba searched for a way out. It kind of sucked having his own one room office now that he thought about it, because there was only one door way.
"How did you get in here?" Mokuba asked instead.
"Your brother was so kind to let us in. He asked if we might help him destroy this place. Wouldn't that be better for him and you?" One of them teased.
"Bastards." That piqued their interests. So much so that they walked into the room and pulled Mokuba out of his chair, rather forcefully.
"Now then little one." Said the taller, darker one who could have been identified by as Marik. "You'll show us to this company's control room so we can have a little fun of our own."
It occurred to Mokuba that these two had no idea what they were doing. It they really wanted to destroy the corporation they didn't need to go to a control room (they probably meant the power generator). But he also guessed that neither was really smart enough to think about that. Still, they could have at least gotten blue prints of the place.
"Why do you want to go there?"
"Marik had a very interesting adventure while he was on that underwater base of yours." Sneered the white haired one known as Bakura. "He told me he destroyed the computer equipment thus sending a missile to destroy the entire facility."
Mokuba's first reaction was 'It was you who did that!' His second reaction was 'You weren't the one that sent the missile dumbass.'
He used his third reaction. "Why don't I just call security right now and have both of you arrested for trespassing."
"Because your body will be strewn out across this office floor before anyone has a chance to hear you scream." One of them breathed and Mokuba could hear the delight in his voice.
Though he thought it an empty threat, Mokuba knew it was still a threat. Any threat to him was a threat to the company so he took it seriously. "So you want to know where the control room is?"
"Of course, is that not what we've been talking about?"
Were they planning on Mokuba to lead them there so they could destroy millions of dollars in equipment and cause a (probably small) inconvience to the workers there.
He couldn't let that happen. Especially if he could prevent it.
"So will you take us?" Bakura and Marik gripped him tighter.
He needed to stall for time. It would be only 15 minutes before his brother came to tell him to call it a day. How did he do that pinned down between psychotic megalomaniacs?
"You two are stupid. You don't even know what you're doing! I've seen grade schoolers have more organized plans than you do."
This earned him a few punches from the angry and prideful maniacs. He was relieved to see that he couldn't feel the bruises just yet, though he knew the pain would be coming.
"Is that your best? Orphans hit better than you two!" Mokuba knew he should have used a better example. How long had it been since he'd been in a fight? Not since the orphanage.
"So you want us to make it painful?" Said Marik, his lavender eye creating a curious glare while the other one twitched like a lazy eye on steroids. "We're good at that kind of thing."
Mokuba heard himself gulp.
"How about we make a deal little one." Came Bakura's cool voice. "We'll give you this pain you seek if you tell us where the control room is."
"No way in hell."
"We'll make it worth your while." Bakura's brown eyes glimmered. Then with one swift motion he grabbed the space between Mokuba's legs and squeezed.
"Stop it! What are you doing!?" His voice shook with Bakura's grip.
"We're making a deal. Now Marik, let's show this little one what true pleasure is." What came to Mokuba's mind was that true pleasure for them was destroying human civilization. But apparently it wasn't. Sex, when you got down to it, was the answer to all things.
And with that, Marik's rough fingernails traced Mokuba's lips, demanding a way in. Mokuba only bit them.
He expected the other to lash out at him. He didn't, another miscalculation on Mokuba's part. "Yes, child. Bite them harder, make them bleed." Mokuba thought Marik looked high. He let go of the fingers anyway, which only burrowed further into his mouth, now dripping with the taste of blood.
Meanwhile, Bakura's hand was causing sparks of pleasure in Mokuba's brain. He let out an unvoluntary pur. Bakura heard this and whispered in his ear "So you like this do you?"
Mokuba didn't say anything. After all, Marik's fingers were feeling soft walls of his mouth. He didn't like the taste of them. They were trying to reach down his throat, which would make him gag, thus destroying the moment.
Which really shouldn't have been happening anyway.
"If someone comes in here" Mokuba said, speech garbled by the fingers in his mouth, "you two are dead."
"Would you rather go to a quieter place?"
They were mocking him. He hated it. It was more humiliating than where their fingers were. He couldn't wait 15, not even 10 minutes with these bastards.
"So you want to know where the control room is?"
A/N: Drools. Well, how can I even say that I don't have a thing for this ship? I love it. It's more refreshing than just the play-it-safe ships out there.
A/N: Doomshipping is an official shipping list threesome. It is Yami Marik x Yami Bakura x Mokuba. It may possibly be, in my opinion, one of the worst shippings on that list. But that makes me love it all the more. I wrote this because I've never read a Doomshipping story before...and I wanted to read one. So here it is.
1. Demoralize
The afternoon sun hit the glass in a dramatic way so that just being close to the windows would make you go into a sweat.
Mokuba wiped his forehead but the sweat still plastered his bangs together, which really irritated him. Only half an hour until he could call it a day and go home. As much as he liked working for his big brother he had to admit defending his brother from giant virtual dragons was a lot more instinctive to him than looking over the company's marginal benefits.
He really didn't want to but he felt his head bury into the graph sheets and reports falling asleep.
Maybe just a little sleep won't harm the company. After all, Mokuba really didn't need to look over those reports. They would look just the same tomorrow, when he would also be going to work. Besides the sun felt so warm it just lulled him into a calm rest...
'Click'
And his eyes flew open and scoured the room, resting on the door frame.
In the door way stood two imposing figures. The first thing Mokuba saw was the glint of what looked like gold. The next thing he saw was the strangely distorted figures of Bakura and Marik, hidden by the glare from the windows. He almost feigned disgust.
What were they doing here?
"Hello child. Would you like to direct us to the control room?" One of them spoke. Mokuba wasn't really sure which one, or if it even mattered.
"No."
"Come now. You can't escape the inevitable. It's better to go with the current than fight against it."
Instead of answering the question Mokuba searched for a way out. It kind of sucked having his own one room office now that he thought about it, because there was only one door way.
"How did you get in here?" Mokuba asked instead.
"Your brother was so kind to let us in. He asked if we might help him destroy this place. Wouldn't that be better for him and you?" One of them teased.
"Bastards." That piqued their interests. So much so that they walked into the room and pulled Mokuba out of his chair, rather forcefully.
"Now then little one." Said the taller, darker one who could have been identified by as Marik. "You'll show us to this company's control room so we can have a little fun of our own."
It occurred to Mokuba that these two had no idea what they were doing. It they really wanted to destroy the corporation they didn't need to go to a control room (they probably meant the power generator). But he also guessed that neither was really smart enough to think about that. Still, they could have at least gotten blue prints of the place.
"Why do you want to go there?"
"Marik had a very interesting adventure while he was on that underwater base of yours." Sneered the white haired one known as Bakura. "He told me he destroyed the computer equipment thus sending a missile to destroy the entire facility."
Mokuba's first reaction was 'It was you who did that!' His second reaction was 'You weren't the one that sent the missile dumbass.'
He used his third reaction. "Why don't I just call security right now and have both of you arrested for trespassing."
"Because your body will be strewn out across this office floor before anyone has a chance to hear you scream." One of them breathed and Mokuba could hear the delight in his voice.
Though he thought it an empty threat, Mokuba knew it was still a threat. Any threat to him was a threat to the company so he took it seriously. "So you want to know where the control room is?"
"Of course, is that not what we've been talking about?"
Were they planning on Mokuba to lead them there so they could destroy millions of dollars in equipment and cause a (probably small) inconvience to the workers there.
He couldn't let that happen. Especially if he could prevent it.
"So will you take us?" Bakura and Marik gripped him tighter.
He needed to stall for time. It would be only 15 minutes before his brother came to tell him to call it a day. How did he do that pinned down between psychotic megalomaniacs?
"You two are stupid. You don't even know what you're doing! I've seen grade schoolers have more organized plans than you do."
This earned him a few punches from the angry and prideful maniacs. He was relieved to see that he couldn't feel the bruises just yet, though he knew the pain would be coming.
"Is that your best? Orphans hit better than you two!" Mokuba knew he should have used a better example. How long had it been since he'd been in a fight? Not since the orphanage.
"So you want us to make it painful?" Said Marik, his lavender eye creating a curious glare while the other one twitched like a lazy eye on steroids. "We're good at that kind of thing."
Mokuba heard himself gulp.
"How about we make a deal little one." Came Bakura's cool voice. "We'll give you this pain you seek if you tell us where the control room is."
"No way in hell."
"We'll make it worth your while." Bakura's brown eyes glimmered. Then with one swift motion he grabbed the space between Mokuba's legs and squeezed.
"Stop it! What are you doing!?" His voice shook with Bakura's grip.
"We're making a deal. Now Marik, let's show this little one what true pleasure is." What came to Mokuba's mind was that true pleasure for them was destroying human civilization. But apparently it wasn't. Sex, when you got down to it, was the answer to all things.
And with that, Marik's rough fingernails traced Mokuba's lips, demanding a way in. Mokuba only bit them.
He expected the other to lash out at him. He didn't, another miscalculation on Mokuba's part. "Yes, child. Bite them harder, make them bleed." Mokuba thought Marik looked high. He let go of the fingers anyway, which only burrowed further into his mouth, now dripping with the taste of blood.
Meanwhile, Bakura's hand was causing sparks of pleasure in Mokuba's brain. He let out an unvoluntary pur. Bakura heard this and whispered in his ear "So you like this do you?"
Mokuba didn't say anything. After all, Marik's fingers were feeling soft walls of his mouth. He didn't like the taste of them. They were trying to reach down his throat, which would make him gag, thus destroying the moment.
Which really shouldn't have been happening anyway.
"If someone comes in here" Mokuba said, speech garbled by the fingers in his mouth, "you two are dead."
"Would you rather go to a quieter place?"
They were mocking him. He hated it. It was more humiliating than where their fingers were. He couldn't wait 15, not even 10 minutes with these bastards.
"So you want to know where the control room is?"
A/N: Drools. Well, how can I even say that I don't have a thing for this ship? I love it. It's more refreshing than just the play-it-safe ships out there.