Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Reunited ❯ Loan ( Chapter 8 )

WARNING: MARIK X RYOU NCS LEMON! YAOI!

Loan

Ryou brushed his hair as he sat in front of the mirror. His hand gripped the handle of the brush as he looked at himself. His yami was forcing him to have sex with Marik. There was no choice. Deep in his heart, he worried about Malik's safety. Those large, bulky dangerous men would be no match for Malik. Just one good grip by one of them could easily snap Malik's neck.

There was no saying 'No' to Bakura either.

All that could be done, was lay on his back and make it as comfortable for himself as he possibly could.

'At least it's not my mother's bed,' Ryou thought. 'Bakura's already raped me there half a dozen times.'

Ryou sighed as he put on his shirt and buttoned it slowly. 'If only Bakura could see the light. When will Bakura stop this? When…..when will he leave me alone?'

Bakura stood in the doorway. "Don't even bother putting a shirt on, Ryou. Marik's gonna rip it off anyway."

Ryou buried his face in his hands. "I can't do this, Bakura."

The yami growled. He grabbed Ryou by the hair and pulled back violently. "You WILL do this, Ryou, or I swear to Ra I will fuck you raw on that horrid bed on which you were conceived!"

Bakura slapped Ryou across the face. "Now, get your pants on and let's get going!"

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Malik opened the door slowly. "Oh. Hello, Ryou. Hi, Bakura."

Bakura pushed open the door, knocking Malik back. "Where is Marik?"

Marik stood at the top of the steps, the Millennium Rod in his hand. "You're late."

Bakura shoved Ryou into the home. "If this prissy little wuss hadn't used so much time on his hair, we'd have been here an hour ago!"

The blond yami walked down the steps and handed Bakura a ten dollar bill. "I get a refund if he isn't eminently fuckable."

Bakura grinned, his canines revealed. "Fine. Ryou, you behave while I go out for a night on the town!"

Marik grabbed Ryou's shirt and torn it in half. The buttons flew everywhere, hitting Malik in the eye.

Bakura grabbed Ryou. "You will be polite. You will do whatever Ishtar tells you. If I hear about one word of rebellion, I will not be happy."

Ryou nodded. "Yes, sir."

Marik grabbed Ryou and pulled him against his body. He licked his lips seductively. "Well, Ryou, you feel nice and soft on the outside. I wonder how warm and soft you are on the inside."

Malik bit his lip as he watched Marik run his hands up and down Ryou's back.

Bakura grabbed Marik by the arm. "Fuck him. Tease him. I don't give a damn. But, Ishtar, you will not make him bleed. That is my job!"

Ryou shuddered and Marik growled.

"I rented Ryou to do whatever I wanted, Itemri!"

The white-haired yami crossed his arms. "I will gladly give you your money back, Ishtar, and I will take Ryou back home. Then you will only have your hikari to bang tonight. How does that sound?" the yami bluffed.

Marik growled. "Fine. I will not make him bleed."

"I will know if you do, Ishtar!"

Ryou watched Bakura leave, his heart leaping into his throat. 'Bakura sold me for ten bucks? Is that all I am worth to him?'

Marik grabbed Ryou's wrist. "Clean the kitchen, hikari, and make sure you clean up that mess from this afternoon when I took you against the countertop!"

Marik threw Ryou into the room. "Strip."

Ryou removed the remnants of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants.

"Oh for the love of Ra! I'll be here all fucking day if you strip that slow!"

Marik grabbed Ryou by the neck and pinned him to the wall. He harshly tore at the clothing, pulling the material down quickly.

"Marik….can't…breathe!"

"Kick off your shoes and I will let you breathe!"

Ryou struggled to kick off his shoes. When he kicked them off with a struggle, Marik threw him on the bed. Marik grabbed Ryou's ankle and tore the jeans away from Ryou's body. Marik spread Ryou's legs and grabbed the hem of the underwear and tugged at it.

"Marik! Please! I can do it!"

The yami grabbed Ryou and backhanded him. "No! I undress you! That is my right! I bought you like the filthy whore you are!"

Ryou closed his eyes tightly, fighting back the tears. Marik pulled down Ryou's underwear and pulled back, removing his own clothing with haste.

The hikari looked up and crawled into a ball.

Marik grabbed his bottle of oil from the side table. The blond yami grabbed Ryou's legs, prying them open. "Fighting back, hmm? I like it when they fight back," the yami said with an evil glare.

Ryou gave out a whimper as Marik grabbed both ankles and forced his legs apart. Marik settled himself between Ryou's legs.

"I enjoy it more when they struggle!" Marik grinned, sinking his teeth into the side of Ryou's neck.

The boy let out a sob as the pain from Marik's teeth radiated through the thin flesh. The yami growled into Ryou's neck as he fumbled with the bottle of oil.

Ryou gripped onto Marik's side tightly, torn between fighting back and resigned defeat. There was no way he could fight the yami who was taller and stronger than himself. Marik had muscle and weight on him. Ryou knew he was skinny and resistance was pointless.

He pushed against Marik, trying to push the yami off, when he felt something slippery plunge into his channel.

"AHH!" Ryou cried, tears falling down his face. "GODS!"

Marik grinned into the neck. "Don't you like this, Ryou? Just you wait until we get to the good part!"

Ryou felt another finger enter him and move in and out of his body, burying, forcing, plunging deeper into his body. The yami grinned in anticipation.

"You're tight, Ryou. This is gonna be fun!"

Marik spread his fingers wide, forcing the tormented channel to open wider. Ryou arched his back as Marik slammed his fingers in and out, slamming against his prostate, hitting it with deliberate force.

The white-haired boy let out a loud sob as he weakly pushed against Marik.

'He's worse than Bakura!'

Marik removed himself from Ryou. He laid beside Ryou and grinned devilishly.

"Show me that great tongue that Bakura brags so much about. Is it as good as Itemri claims it is?"

Ryou wiped his eyes. "I…I.."

Marik grabbed Ryou's arms and pulled him on top of me. "You WILL pleasure me!"

Ryou closed his eyes tightly and placed a kiss on Marik's lips. The yami's eager tongue slipped through Ryou's lips. His busy hands wrapped around Ryou's erection and stroked him as they kissed. Marik's stealthy finger traced around the head, already weeping from Marik's rough preparation.

Ryou kissed down Marik's neck, each second hating himself more than he thought possible. He licked the bud of Marik's right nipple, teasing it, and blowing on it. Marik grabbed himself and started stroking himself to Ryou's tongue. He let out a moan as his body was relishing in the feelings he was producing on himself. The hikari's kisses traveled lower as his tongue dipped into the yami's belly button.

Marik groaned. "You're taking too long!"

Ryou looked up. "I'm sorry. I thought you wanted me to go slow."

Marik growled. "I like nothing slow! Hard and fast, Ryou! Now get down there!"

The hikari shifted lower and took Marik's length between his lips. Ryou swallowed around him, closing his eyes tightly. The yami thrust up into the warm heat above him. His body trembling from desire.

"Harder, Ryou!" Marik ordered.

Ryou drew on Marik's length harder.

The yami moaned loudly, his own fingers twisting his nipples, causing himself delightful pain.

"Harder!"

Ryou whimpered as he obeyed Marik's command.

The yami's hands reached down and buried themselves in Ryou's hair. He thrust up into the heat, gripping the white hair.

"Ryou!" Marik cried as he sent his release into the hikari's mouth. Ryou tried to pull his head away. "No, Ryou….come on…taste it all." Marik held Ryou until Ryou swallowed the salty release. Marik released Ryou and the hikari leaned over the bed, coughing and hacking.

The yami chuckled. "Damn, Ryou….you do have a skilled little tongue on you!"

Tears came out of Ryou's eyes. 'This is wrong….'

"Do it again."

Ryou trembled. "W-What?"

Marik's eyes narrowed. "Do it again! I can't take you if I'm not hard!"

The white-haired hikari shuddered at the thought of doing this again. But, he had little choice….or face the wrath of Bakura.

With self-disdain, he swallowed around Marik's arousal again, bringing the yami to hardness quickly. The blond smiled as tears fell down Ryou's eyes.

When the yami had once again became stiff, he gripped the white hair in his hands and pulled up.

"Lay on your back!" the yami snarled as he pulled Ryou over on the empty side of the bed….

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Bakura slammed his fist on the table. "You are not listening to me! Tomorrow night, we will attack the Ishtar home! You will help me attain the Millennium Rod for my own!"

The men in leather jackets and dirty clothing nodded as they listened to Bakura's instructions.

One of the men licked his lips. "You mentioned a teenager. When do we get our grubby little hands on his sweet….succulent….young body?"

Bakura shrugged. "Ishtar's hikari is a teenager. Do whatever you want to him, I don't give a flying shit. But we will not leave the home until I have what should be rightfully mine! I need all of the Items to defeat Yami, that pharaoh who locked me away in his dungeon!" The yami snarled. "I spent two years in a cold, damp room…no food…no water….I was beaten, raped, and tortured by that obnoxious pharaoh. I WILL NOT SIT AROUND AND WATCH HIM GO UNPUNISHED!"

The men were quiet. "Yes, sir," said the leader finally. "We will help you."

"Good. Be here at ten o'clock tomorrow night. We can catch Malik before he goes to bed. He will be vulnerable. Feel free to bring your implements of destruction." Bakura looked at the clock. "I had better get Ryou. It's getting late. Be here tomorrow night or you will spend an eternity in the Shadow Realm!"

The men quickly left the house. The yami wore his leather jacket as he walked to Ishtar's house near by.

He still loved Marik.

He needed the Item.

He wanted to be with Marik alone.

But he needed, and was stuck with, his hikari.

'Miserable afterlife,' he thought as he kicked a stone. 'I was so happy to get Marik back! Now I'm going to betray him.'

Bakura sighed. 'But he has what I need….in more ways than one. I need him. I need his Rod.'

Bakura looked up at the starry sky. "What if I hurt him? How could I live with myself? I've spent five thousand years searching endlessly for him. I prayed at night. I cried in the morning when he was not there sleeping beside me."

The yami clenched his fists. "Yami must pay for what he's done to me! I'm not letting that bastard pharaoh dominate me again! I'll wipe him off of the face of the planet with all of the Millennium Items! I will crush him! Then my revenge will be complete and I can rest well tonight knowing that Yami paid for his crimes!"

Bakura stopped and looked up at the Ishtar's door. "Is revenge worth the life of someone you love?"

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Ryou bit his finger as the comforter pressed against his forehead. He was bent forward in an uncomfortable manner as the yami pounded into him from behind. The comforter material dug into his knees as he kneeled on the bed, Marik's hand keeping the upper part of his body pressed to the mattress.

Marik's satisfied grunts of pleasure and Ryou's whimpers of pain sounded through the house. The yami grabbed Ryou's hips with a tight grip and released into the trembling, crying hikari.

Marik kneeled behind Ryou, his body and his head swimming in unsurpassable pleasure. A last sigh of contentment let Ryou know the yami was finally done.

Marik pulled out of Ryou as the hikari buried his face in his hands. "You weren't bad, Ryou.

All nice and tight….."

Ryou sobbed harder.

"But, Malik's ass belongs to me. He's so easily fuckable!"

Downstairs someone knocked on the door.

"That's gotta be Itemri coming to get you. Get dressed….and stop your fucking crying!"

Marik shut the door behind Ryou and pulled his shirt over his head. "Itemri, your hikari is a fucking crybaby in bed."

Bakura rolled his eyes. "I know. He can't even take a little rape now and then. What a waste of skin!"

Malik narrowed his eyes, furious that Bakura was talking about Ryou like he was a common slut!

Ryou staggered down the steps, hunched forward. His eyes were half closed and his body trembled with pain. Malik pushed between the two yamis and ran up the steps.

"Here, Ryou, let me help you," Malik said, taking Ryou's arm and supporting him.

Malik helped Ryou over to the seat and helped him sit down.

Bakura crossed his arms. "Ryou, you are pathetic! You cried like a wuss again?"

Ryou wrapped his arms around himself and lowered his head. "Yes, sir."

Malik put his arm around Ryou and looked up at the two yamis glaring down at them. "Bakura, Ryou is a good person. Why do you treat him like garbage?"

Bakura growled. "Because he is garbage, Malik!"

Ryou buried his face in his hands.

Bakura groaned. "I have no time for this, Ryou!"

"You see, Itemri? If it was just us, we wouldn't have this problem! But, no! We had to have hikaris! Mortals! How soon can you two just fall off the face of the Earth?"

Malik looked down and hugged Ryou quietly, both of them hearing their yami's insults.

Bakura grabbed Ryou's wrist. "I'm taking this home. It stinks of sex and it needs a bath."

Ryou shifted his eyes over to Malik. "Goodbye, Malik," Ryou said quietly.

"Goodbye, Ryou," Malik said as he watched Bakura pull Ryou out of the house. Malik stood up and watched Ryou and Bakura walk down the street.

Malik rested his head against the doorway. "I'm sorry, Ryou."

The yami grabbed Malik and pulled him inside. He shut the door and pinned Malik against it.

"Forget it, hikari. Tomorrow night, our men will come and I will get Bakura's Ring. It will be mine!"

Malik's bottom lip trembled. "What about Ryou? Are you going to hurt him?"

Marik shrugged. "I don't care about Ryou. Ryou could die and I wouldn't flinch! I want that Ring! If killing Ryou is the only way to get it….." Marik stopped.

Could he really ordered Ryou killed? Bakura could also disappear. Marik lowered his head.

'I spent so long trying to get to Itemri. Now, I am willing to see him destroyed for my own ambition.'

He loved Bakura.

Bakura showed him that lovemaking was not limited to women only. Bakura helped him after his wife's death.

Bakura helped him recover from her loss.

Marik looked into Malik's eyes with a mask of anger. "If killing Ryou is the only way to get Bakura's Millennium Ring……then so be it."

Marik stepped back and headed up the stairs.

Malik sighed. 'You don't mean that, Marik. You still love Bakura. Anybody can see that. That is anybody……but yourself.'