Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Regret ❯ Regret-Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Ryou gripped the bed sheets, still angry at what Marik had said to him earlier.

"Do you want to stay weak, scared and alone the rest of your life? Living like some old hermit, lying dead in his hole? That is what is in store for you, Ryou, if you continue to reject everyone who tries to help you, tries to love you. However, maybe that is what you want, Ryou. You think it would be easier to live, breath, and die alone. If that is truly how you think, then maybe I cannot help you. You are too selfish for your own good.

He wasn't selfish; he just didn't want to be hurt anymore. Was that too much to ask? He sniffled slightly but would not allow himself to cry. Not for Marik! He's hurt him worse than this before…but it was strange his words hurt a little more than he expected. He held himself trying to think on why his heart felt restrained like this? He glanced in the mirror noting his appearance. He really did look like his mother…Mom, he thought. To this very day, he could picture her in the kitchen making him cinnamon raisin cookies, happily humming to herself. How different things were then, Ryou thought. Everyone was so happy. He wondered for a moment if that's why Marik liked him so much, because he did look like feminine. He remembered what he had said to Marik before he ran off. He bit his lower lip, he shouldn't have been so mean to Marik really, and he was only trying to help him. He sighed. Truthfully he has had many opportunities to take Ryou but hasn't and he was at least making an effort to understand him…that should be worth something. He shook his head sitting at the edge of the bed, he should apologize…it would be the polite thing to do at least, if nothing else.

Meanwhile…

"Having a little trouble with Ryou, huh?" Joey said, smiling as he saw what Marik had pulled out of his pants for him.

"I don't want to talk about it," Marik said.

"Fine by me," Joey replied. "I think I can give you something better to think about for the time being." And with that, Joey got on his knees, feeling the hard wooden planks beneath him as he took Marik into his mouth.
"Ahhh.." Marik moaned. "You have always been so good at this." Marik closed his eyes, wanting to fully concentrate on the hot, persuasive mouth that was sucking on him, licking him, and inviting him into a world that only pleasure can know.

Joey looked up at Marik with his deep amber eyes, noting with satisfaction and the tense look of pleasure upon his face.

"Get your clothes off, Joey. Now!" Marik added in an almost desperation.

Joey stayed on his knees as he pulled his red shirt above his head. Slowly, Joey stood up, almost eye-to-eye with Marik, even though he was younger than him. He reached for his belt, and started undoing it fastenings. Marik, obviously eager for what lay beneath the pure cotton material, pushed Joey's hands away impatiently, and in seconds had the belt undone. He soon was going on his knee's opening wide to make room for Joey's member, making Joey begin to thrash around, moaning.

"Please, take me!" Joey screamed.

That was the only prompt Marik needed. He quickly stood up, and grabbed Joey around the waist and flung him against the rails on the side of the yacht. Joey bent over, grabbing the top metal rail for support, anticipating the feeling of Marik inside him. Marik spit on his hand, slowly rubbing his saliva over his penis as he looked at Joey with unfounded desire.

"Open up for daddy." Marik whispered as he thrust into a squirming Joey, grabbing Joey's hips and pulling them against him for deeper penetration.
Marik started moving his hips in the same rhythm of his blood flow. Faster, faster, and harder with each thrust. Joy reached down and started stroking himself, quivering with the excitement of Marik in him and the need for his own release.

"God, your ass is so tight" Marik screamed, as he emptied himself into Joey and he screamed out with his own pleasure.

They stood there like that, Joey bent over the railings with Marik behind him, for a couple of minutes, both gasping for air. "God I have missed that. You don't come to see me that often anymore. But I understand," he said. "Ryou is an exquisite creature, isn't he?"

"Don't you talk about my Ryou like that!" Marik said threateningly. "He is different from you and from me. He is more angelic. More pure. More innocent. Why do you think I asked you tonight? I am doing my best to give him the decision of us being together."

Ryou stood for a moment in shock at what he saw before hiding back down below deck. He didn't want to be seen. If Marik cared about him, why was he screwing somebody else? Ryou felt the heat rise in his cheeks again as he envisioned their bodies grinding against one another…he shook his head of that thought. Marik's action's made no sense to Ryou; did he even care about Joey? Did Joey even care about him? Ryou looked back and noticed Joey pulling his shirt back on and saying something to Marik but Ryou couldn't make it out since he was to far away. He slipped back downstairs and back into Marik's room. He sighed almost feeling a bit hurt when he knew he shouldn't feel like that. Maybe they did care about each other and then Marik would leave him alone…however, for some reason Ryou wasn't happy with that aspect.

Back in Marik's room, he looked around at the furnishings. The king size poster bed, with it's luxurious velvet sheet. The Armour, huge and intimidating, giving off an aurora of secrets just behind the door. And the carpet. Nice, plushy red carpet that you could sink your toes into. Yes, Ryou thought, everything in this room screams Marik. He sighed...he laid down on the bed trying to sort out his feelings.

I know this chapter was pretty short don't worry the next one will be much longer I promise! I hope you still are interested in the fic!

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