Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Regret ❯ Regret-Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Marik watched the lines of trees pass by the window in the back of his limousine. How wonderful life was. 'The world is at my fingertips', he thought, for me to pick and choose at will. Like Ryou. He was absolutely delightful tonight. That perfect little body, young and subtle. For a moment, Marik felt a little twinge of guilt for hurting him, but it was gone just as fast as it came. Ryou is the one who had lied. He deserved to be punished, he told himself. Then Marik saw a huge billboard that said 'Take your lover on a private fantasy cruise they will never forget!' in bright, blue letters. Yes, Marik thought. It's perfect. Personal time. Just me and Ryou on a little yacht. I'll have to take someone to serve us, but we will be alone for days. Hell, he thought, smiling to himself. Maybe it is exactly what we need.

Ryou woke up on the cold floor early that morning. His whole body was sore from last night with Marik, and the time he slept on the unforgiving ground. He slowly stumbled down the hall and into the shower, wondering how his shaky legs were supporting him. He turned the knobs to make it as hot as he could stand. The water streamed down his body, relaxing his aching muscles. He spent almost an hour in the shower standing underneath the warm water. He got out and looked at himself in the mirror, touching his cheek slightly where Marik had slapped him...Marik never really hit him before but it had bruised over night and looked like someone had given him a whopper in the jaw. A knock at the door broke him from his thoughts. He concealed himself with a terry cloth robe and went to see who was there at such an early hour.
"Hey Ryou. Marik sent me to fetch you, so why don't you run upstairs, and put some clothes on. We have a plane to catch." Joey said as he eyed Ryou's robe.
"W-what?" Ryou said a bit bewildered..."What plane? Why?" Ryou asked not understanding what was going on. He knew Joey to be a really nice guy, even though
he worked for Marik. He covered the bruise on his face with his pale hand, although Joey had already seemed notice it.
"Please don't fight this Ryou." Joey pleaded, looking scared with the prospect that Ryou might refuse. "You are going to make this a lot more difficult. Just put on your clothes and come on. I will explain everything in the car. I promise." He said, giving Ryou a reassuring smile.
Ryou looked at Joey confused for a moment, did he know? He stepped aside and allowed Joey inside while he grabbed some clothes out of his room and went to change. He came out and looked at Joey questionably.
"Good." Joey said, "We are all set. Chin up," he added, "you might even have fun." Joey took Ryou's arm and led him to the limo.
"B-but...please Joey at least tell me where I'm going and why..." Ryou said resisting a little. Joey was taking him to Marik. However, none of Marik's previous schemes ever involved a plane before.
"Marik has graciously decided you need a vacation. He thinks you two should get to know each other a little better," Joey said uncomfortably, looking at the purple spot on Ryou's face. "So now we get to go and have some fun for a week. Doesn't that sound grand?"
Ryou hung his head "Please stop the car..." he mumbled lowly, "You can tell him it was my fault, that I didn't want to go..." Ryou said sadly Joey thought for a second, pitying the boy in the back seat.

"No, I am sorry. I don't think it would be a good idea to tell Marik no. He just isn't use
to hearing it. Why don't you want to go anyways?" Joey asked. "It would be a wonderful experience for you."
"You're just as crazy as he is! Do you have any idea what he does to me!" Ryou said as tears breached his eyes, "He thinks he is showing me love, when he isn't, and you think I'll have a wonderful time, when in actuality he will do nothing but hurt me!" Ryou said nearly breaking down into sobs.
"Listen," Joey said. "I know what you are going through, I went through it too. Nevertheless, Marik really does like you, and I really think he wants what's best for you. I know his reputation, about how evil his soul is. Remember this; it's better to stand at the devil's right hand, than in his path." Joey said as he slowly pulled into the private airfield, waving to Marik who was next to the jet. Ryou held himself, not wanting to get out of the car, but knowing he didn't have a choice.

"I'm already in his path, and if you understood you wouldn't have brought me here." Ryou said, but sighed as he stepped out of the car, not seeing any other options at the time.
"Ryou, I am so glad you could come." Marik said with a delighted look on his face. "Now, I know I didn't give you anytime to pack, so I took it upon myself to get you some things for our trip. You look beautiful, as always." He said as his eyes took in Ryou's nice legs, and his wonderful ass. Then ever so gently he kissed Ryou on the cheek, noticing the bruise but brushing it off not wanting it to ruin his mood. "Come love, the plane is waiting."
Ryou grimaced slightly but followed Marik on to the plane. He wasn't really fond of planes, he was afraid of heights to be truthful, but he could stay away from the window. He just prayed he wouldn't get airsick or anything.
"M-Marik...where are we going?" Ryou asked meekly, turning around to face the
older man as he stepped into the plane.
"We are going to sea, my boy, but don't you worry. I have everything taken' care of, and everything you'll need." Marik said with his devilish smile. "Let's just have fun, okay?" He walked into the living room of the plane and noted with satisfaction that his plane caused Ryou's mouth to gape open.
"Is this...is this yours?" Ryou asked.
"Yes, comes complete with kitchen, bath, and a bedroom." He told him, his
voice dropping an octave. Ryou nodded in response, and sat down in one of the black leather chairs, sighing deeply.
"I...I should call and tell my father." Ryou said, trying to break the uneasy silence. "He'll worry if he doesn't know where I am."
"I wouldn't worry about that," Marik said with pure malice in his voice, causing Ryou to look up in fear. "You're dad is, a little indisposed. The dig site they are in doesn't seem to have any way to communicate with the outside. He would have to drive quite a ways to check up on you. So I gave my promise to keep you safe."
If the window's weren't double paneled I'd jump out, Ryou thought bitterly, as he wrapped his arms around himself, feeling cold. Ryou bit his lower lip as he watched Marik's smooth motions as he poured himself a drink of bourbon. He was a bit too calm about everything and quiet...that usually meant something was in store, thought Ryou. Ryou ran a hand through his hair, a recent habit he developed when he was nervous or afraid. Moreover, at this precise moment, he wasn't too thrilled with Marik's tone of voice.
"So," Marik asked with a smile. "Would you like the grand tour? The kitchen is wonderful; we could get you a snack. I have all sorts of cookies and chips. Soda's too. And you have to see the bedroom; it has the best feather bed you have ever laid on. Maybe we should retire there for the duration of this journey? What do you think?" Marik asked, all teasing gone from his voice.
Yes, he thought, having Ryou will make this five hour flight seem like a piece
of heaven. Or hell, he amended, depending on your preference.
Ryou hung his head slightly; letting his white locks cover his eyes "I'm not hungry." Ryou said softly not wanting to address the matter of the bedroom.
"You have to see it." Marik proclaimed taking him by the wrist and leading
him to the bedroom.
Ryou resisting slightly as they went. "I…" he stammered not being able to think of something to say to keep himself out of the bedroom.
Marik opened a massive oak door, revealing one of the most exquisite bedrooms Ryou had ever seen. The bed had silk and velvet on it, gold trim around the headboard. Beside the bed was a massive amour, closed to hide its contents.
"Come on, Ryou." Marik said smiling. "I am sure we will be a lot more comfortable here."
He pushed Ryou in and locked the door, pocketing the brass key. Ryou rubbed the back of his neck uneasily as he moved away from the bed trying not to look afraid although it was probably clear as day. Why did this always have to happen to him, it made him feel dirty and when Marik called him things like a whore, it didn't help his self-image very much. He pressed himself against the wall, allowing his hair to fall in his face, hoping against hope that he would not have to look at Marik. He didn't want to see the ever-apparent lust in his eyes.
"So" Marik asked, his eyes licking up and down Ryou's body. "What do you think we should do to pass the time away?" He said, suddenly noticing Ryou's defensive posture. "We could talk. About you, me, our future. The whole world is now our playground. We must decide what to do with it."
Ryou was a little surprised that Marik didn't just 'pounce' on him like he usually did. The word future confused Ryou as well,
"Future..." Ryou trailed off a bit "What future?! What do you think this is, some sort of game!" Ryou yelled looking at Marik eyes his full of despair. "I don't understand you! You say you care but yet you constantly hurt me. I could forgive the drunken times...possible even forget, but there were plenty of times you were well and sober. Why do you do this to me?" Ryou asked tired of his mannerism, he acted as if nothing has happened at all.
"I wouldn't hurt you if you would quit fighting me!" Marik yelled, making Ryou jump back and wonder at the hurt in Marik's voice. "You are the one who acts like a frigid bitch every time I come near you. And all I want is to make you happy. To be with you in a way that only lovers can be. However, I refuse to grovel. Do you know who I am?" Marik asked, his voice turning to stone as he looked on the frightened boy, crouched like a baby next to the wall.
"You would never of had to grovel! And I wouldn't act like I do around you if I wasn't so afraid." Ryou said tearing up "I...I don't believe you! How can you want my happiness, how can you even say that after what you have done to me?" Ryou said turning his back to Marik and pressing himself into the wall, staring unseemly at the cream colored wallpaper. "If you hadn't raped me the first time we met, I might have considered what we do to be nice, but you stole something from me that is irreplaceable. It wasn't yours to take! It was mine to give!" Ryou yelled his voice straining slightly.
Marik stood tall and proud, considering the harsh words Ryou had flung at him. Is it true? He thought. Did I just take and not give the first time? He watched as Ryou's legs quivered underneath him, as though they weren't going to be strong enough to hold him. No, Marik told himself.
"I gave everything to you that night, and took nothing for myself. Hell," Marik said, "I didn't even come. However, I know you did. Remember? Remember the first time I took you in my mouth, and allowed you to empty yourself in me? I gave that night, but I never took!" Marik said with absolute conviction.
"You act like you don't even notice that I cry every time you do that to me...I asked you to stop but you wouldn't, and that wasn't the night I was talking about! I know you didn't take anything for yourself that night except the satisfaction of my body reacting against my will." Ryou took a breath "I know you didn't rape me the first night or the second time you came to me, but do you have any excuses for the third night?" Ryou asked sinking to the floor.
Ryou wrapped his arms around himself. He had bleed so much after that night, he could hardly even walk. Tears began to fall down Ryou's soft cheeks, as he remembered the first time Marik had fully taken him.
"Is that why you have been so upset?" Marik asked laughing. "Foolish boy! Don't you realize it always hurts the first time? It is the same with a woman. It hurts her the first time, yet those pansy ass straight guys still do it. And the women learn to love it. As will you."
Marik started thinking back, to the first time he had taken Ryou. What a delight his body had been! Nice and supple. "Yes" Marik promised Ryou, "one day you will love it."
"I didn't want it though! I never wanted it to begin with! I practically begged you to stop but you treated me like a common whore...it hurt the first time! It has hurt every time! Even if you said you would be gentle with me you would still hurt me." Ryou looked up at Marik from the floor "You cannot force someone to love you...love doesn't work that way...I will never love it, the only times you have ever touched me gently was last night when you stopped." Ryou said softly his voice strained from all the yelling.
"Stop your lying!" Marik thundered, the true fire in his eyes showing to Ryou for the first time. "And I can make you love me. You just watch and see. One day soon you will beg to be forgiven for every word you have flung at me!"

And with that, Marik turned around, yanked open the heavy door, and left. I'll show him, Marik though, he keeps accusing me of taking, so take I shall! Ryou pulled his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees...vacations were supposed to be fun not heartbreakingly painful, He sniffled thinking silently to himself. He could have liked Marik if he wasn't so afraid of him now...that vile temper of his usually ended up with Ryou at the receiving end. He wished Marik could understand his point of view, all his talk of love and happiness were a joke to Ryou, they always have been, why couldn't Marik just accept the fact that Ryou didn't love him?

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