Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Smoke & Spirit ❯ Chapter 1

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Usi found Pharaoh-Pretty.

 

Threads of sun wound themselves through the curtains, glimmering among the ripples of satin-blue sheets pooled listlessly around a memory of pyramids crumbled and Items assembled.

 

Because Usi loves Pharaoh-Pretty.

 

The spirit nuzzled against the warm patches of light, tugging faintly at the sheets trapped beneath him before settling once more, half aware of the thrilled chinks of violet watching him.

 

And Pharaoh-Pretty loves Usi.

 

Marik's mind raced gleefully. A thousand words, a million letters, each and everyone muttered incoherently to himself as he watched, awestruck by the other dark nestled beautifully in their bed. Fair skin brushed ever so faintly by the pre-summer sun gleamed hungry at the young yami between the soft curve of sheets, taunting for a kiss, a taste, a nip.

 

Usi never could resist pretty things.

 

Both embodiments of darkness were stripped bare for the morning, a night of thoughtless hunger ever eager for expression having caught up with the pair. And despite a flood of curses and a lack of emotion as they merely satisfied personal urges and hardly cared for the other's predicament, because both knew better than to interfere and thus interrupt the other's intent, they had eventually crashed head on into slumber from pure exhaustion, wound happily in each other's arms for at least a part of it.

 

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“Ngh… Gods!” Yami's cry bounced around the room and crashed with the sounds already dancing in the air, the calamity of noises would have been a disturbance if there was anyone even relatively near their bedroom.

 

As their neighbors within the apartment complex knew all too well.

 

“Harder… N-now… Harder!” Lightly tanned skin arched and writhed violently beneath the shower of aching attention he was and wasn't receiving. The thrusts weren't hard enough, the passion wasn't thick enough, and thus the raw hunger of the act wasn't damn carnal enough for his wants. Yami was ravenous and he wanted his proper fill of fucking.

 

Marik was perfectly aware of this too, violet eyes slicked over with awe and adoration that threatened to run too deep, gaze constantly feeding on the arching, twisting, screaming body pressed beneath his own. So pretty. Dark fingers tangled heavily in the tri-color tresses of hair splayed out wild against the sheets, combing repeatedly through the mess of colors as he tried to worship the half-God thoroughly. A sharp whine and tremor against his skin followed Marik's harsher jerk within the wiry body, a pleased moan coiling up his neck and praising the younger dark for the action, encouragement and heated palms against his skin urging him to repeat it.

 

And he did. Anything for Yami.

 

Fingers began to dig in too deep at his thigh as the spirit below growled and forced the younger to move

 

Harder

 

Faster

 

Deeper

 

Moremoremore.

 

A whimper escaped Marik's lips when the fingers did not retreat, the short nails at the tips scratching and making his flesh burn, the only thing he could do in hopes of escaping the torment being to move

 

Harder

 

Faster

 

Deeper

 

Moremoremore…

 

And eventually the pain receded, though it was from turning numb as bruises spread and skin wet with smeared sweat became accustomed to the ritualistic torment once more, Marik crooning down at the tensing being below him while his mind wandered and body merely existed. It felt good to please and be pleased, what more could the darkness ask for? Arousal buried deep time and again within the intimate confines of his dearest Pharaoh, Marik could find no other perfection with which to compare such moments. Lean legs were wrapped just above his waist, arms wound just as tight at his torso while fingers, mouth, and tongue ravaged the total expanse of his tanned body. So pretty… so very pretty, just like Pharaoh.

 

Again!

 

He didn't hear it, no, no, but he felt the urgency in what Yami meant to cry out when the royal body stiffened and the scarlet-eyed spirit's mouth hung open with breathless ecstasy.

 

Again… Oh Re, again!

 

A strangled scream notified the blond darkness of a job well done, the blinding sparks before Yami's lust-clouded eyes evident even at a distance.

 

Again?

 

Yes, of course, again!

 

Moans rung heavily in the sex soaked air, Marik willing away release as he wished and wanted his pretty Pharaoh to cum first, and making sure such would happen as he repeatedly struck deeply within the dark and heated body shuddering terribly before him. So close, so very close they could both taste it with every ragged breath and hurtful kiss they stole from each other.

 

Moremoremore!

 

Bodies clashed and skin made snapping sounds in return, the flush and painfully hardened arousal between their stomachs hitting one or the other and spreading silly patterns on them with the beads of pre-cum slipping free before long dark fingers snatched it up and drew out the final moments. Writhing, screaming, tightening sensations were shared between both, release drowning them in sounds they normally couldn't hear as pleasure and sinful satisfaction swallowed them whole and made them tremble weakly into a collective pile of heaving chests, crooked grins, and lethargy. Marik gazed dizzily at the panting form he lay on, the parted lips and flushed cheeks highlighting the dangerously dark red eyes of the spirit who slowly regarded him back.

 

“…Sleep…” Suggestion, question, and command, wrapped in a slurred voice of contentment as Yami smirked faintly and sprinkled a string of broken kisses down the blonde's jaw, coaxing Marik to slip out of him and curl up against him for the night.

 

Doing as told, the younger darkness enveloped the royal figure gently with his arms, purring quietly while lips trailed up and down a slim neck and shoulder. “Usi loves Pharaoh-Pretty…” The hushed whisper masked the glint of teeth as Marik crooned and bit into the soft skin before him, twisted giggles making his throat shake before he let go and kissed the tears of blood that appeared.

 

Yami only winced and lulled tired eyes shut, fingers trapped amongst long strands of the younger's hair as he mewled sleepily and tugged the other into a stained kiss. His tongue smeared and cleaned Marik's lips at once, indulging the dependent youngling with what he wanted before pulling away and slipping into empty dreams with a faint grin.

 

So pretty.

 

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Are you up?

 

Are you up?

 

Waking from the dark-dark screams of moonless nights and broken dreams.

 

Are you up?

 

Are you up?

 

Wrapped loosely in the forever thoughts of yesterday gone and tomorrow coming.

 

“Pharaoh-Pretty, are you awake? Are you up up up?”

 

Smiles and purrs and soft, delicious, fearful pets of long, raven locks, tipped in scarlet blood-hate so deep it stains.

 

“Pharaoh-Pretty? Are you up? Are you ready?”

 

Quiet giggles and stolen kisses fluttered, peppered, sprinkled like well-cherished presents, re-gifted over and over and over and over and-

 

“I'm up, Marik. Stop that.”

 

Yami cracked an eye open, flame-hungry red glazed by half-sleep settling on the younger of the companions.

 

Sorry sorry sorry, Pharaoh-Pretty.

 

Never meant to bother.

 

Never meant to wake.

 

Sorry sorry!

 

Don't be angry, Pharaoh-Pretty.

 

Please?

 

Yami sighed softly as he shut his eye again, mind and body clawing toward the borderline of dreams and memories. Drifting deeper-deeper and drowning among the wisps of fantasy.

 

Hiccup.

 

Never meant to…

 

Hiccup.

 

Never meant to…

 

Shadow stained crimson slit open once more, alerted concern flitting across clearly, Yami blinking slowly as he sat up and gently allowed his fingers to caress the younger's cheek.

 

“Usi?”

 

Marik's tear rimmed eyes glanced at Yami pleadingly, fearful thoughts and phantom dreams curling deep behind the glassy violet.

 

“Usi, what's wrong?” Yami cooed, fluttering his fingertips across the boy's cheek and smearing away the tear tracks, some of Marik's kohl smudging as well.

 

“I didn't mean to wake you. I didn't mean to make you angry, Pharaoh-Pretty.” Marik shook his head, the flash of sun streaked hair trembling around him as he paused and took Yami's hands in his own. “I wouldn't do such on purpose, Pharaoh-Pretty.”

 

A quiet, throated chuckle slipped free from the ancient spirit, Yami smiling and shaking his head airily as he raised their hands and planted feather light kisses on Marik's knuckles until the younger relaxed his grip and blinked questioningly. “You didn't wake me, and I'm most certainly not angry with you, young one.”

 

“But Pharaoh-Pretty called me `Marik'…” The shadow whined softly, bowing his head low even as Yami smiled.

 

“Hai, but forgive me for that, Usi?” he slipped a hand free and threaded his fingers in the gold speckled hair, vainly trying to tame the wild spray. “Pharaoh-Pretty was still mixed in sleep, so I didn't know what it was you were doing.”

 

Marik blinked slowly, the glaze of his eyes clearing as he watched the other smile. “So Pharaoh-Pretty still loves me?” he asked childishly, the shatter ready panic in his voice strained with heartache and parched hope.

 

Reassuring smiles and sympathetic chuckles echoed in the room as the elder spirit embraced Marik, tracing soft circles on the younger's back to soothe the dreaded thoughts away. “Yes, Pharaoh-Pretty still loves Usi very much. In fact…” Yami placed a chaste kiss on the other dark's lips, “Pharaoh-Pretty finds it very hard to imagine not loving Usi as much as he does…”

 

Rampant giggles.

 

Ravenous grins.

 

The younger of the two happily latched tightly unto the other, nuzzling the crook of the spirit's neck. “And Pharaoh-Pretty's Usi loves Pharaoh-Pretty! Very very much so!” He giggled in twisted pleasure, showering affectionate kisses over the spirit's neck and throat before nipping gently at a particularly sensitive spot on the Pharaoh's skin.

 

Yami hissed at the sudden action as a sting of pain laced over his body a moment, frowning lightly at the other. “No… You know better than that.”

He rubbed the spot gently, fingering the raw scar that throbbed and threatened to burst the welling, fresh-red bubble of blood wrapped in raspberry bruises curling black at the edge.

 

“Pharaoh-Pretty didn't complain earlier…” the Egyptian yami smirked, eyes lidded as he brushed his tongue across the abused patch of skin. “In fact… Pharaoh-Pretty said he liked it…” And with a vicious grin slashed across his face, Marik snapped his teeth and tore it open once more, lapping hungrily at the weeping trails with a gurgled purr of satisfaction.

 

Fingers dug themselves deep into dark flesh as the hot wash of pain encased the spirit, Yami gritting his teeth in a sharp breath as he flinched.

“Marik…”

 

“Hm?...” a soft, muffled reply slithered past the younger's throat, Marik too distracted to worry over his name as he took his fill before giving slippery wet kisses, leaving red smudges and gently suckling on the spirit's lips to clean them.

 

“This, I won't stand for.”

 

There was a blink of question before Marik found himself confused at the sudden whirl of actions, only the sound of sheets flaring and his own muffled grunt the evidence of any change. The younger now had to crane his neck in order to breathe, startled yelp escaping him as Yami's fingers twisted painfully among the tussled blond strands, yanking Marik's head back just enough so narrowed scarlet could bore venomously into widened violet eyes.

 

“Pha-”

 

“No.” It was more hiss than word, a quiet threat for punishment were the younger to try and retort. “When I speak, you listen.” Yami raised a thin brow, shifting weight from his current perch on Marik's lower back so one of the spirit's knees dug in painfully, nearly grinding against the spine. “Understood.” It wasn't a question, but an order as he once again shifted, smirking coldly as the violet eyes rimmed with tears.

 

Hardly a breath escaped Marik's lips, much less a nod of his head as he swallowed the icy lump in his throat, not daring to break their eye contact with even a blink. His time to speak would come; they both knew this well enough from past experiences… and mistakes… to expect other wise.

 

“Good, Usi…” A mocking tone wrapped in a purr, level with the respect he, as Pharaoh, would have given a rat snagged by the tail. “But why do you insist on upsetting me sometimes?” Yami spoke to him softly, neither waiting for, nor wanting to hear an answer as he belittled the younger with his feigned voice of disappointment, holding his grip among the strands of hair while his other hand pet Marik's head idly, slow strokes too harsh and heavy to be comforting. “Is it because you wish to see me upset?” Another expression of disappointment crossed his face, quiet sigh accompanied by a hurt pout as he shook his head, although the raw, seething hunger behind his eyes, curled by old hate and new anger, shattered such a mask.

 

Yami pulled harshly on the fistful of hair, smirking cynically at the pathetic whimper that limped about in the younger's throat, trapped for fear of true punishment.

 

“Or…” The spirit's voice dropped to a menacing pitch as he craned forward, nuzzling almost affectionately through the gold hair that trembled from his low breath, lips brushing against Marik's ear as he spoke and lidded his blood-swirled gaze in a state of self-indulgent power.

 

Hiss.

 

“It's because you forget…”

 

Purr.

 

“You were alone before you found me…”

 

Laughter.

 

“But I can always leave you in the dark and cold again…”

 

Yami's tongue flicked momentarily over the rim of the other's ear before he bit into the sensitive flesh, grin curling around the slow trickle of blood that washed over his teeth as Marik shuddered silently beneath him. The spirit tugged for good measure before releasing the injured ear, hearing the younger's neck groan in protest as Yami tipped Marik's head back further, watching the dusky skin scream and stretch across neck and jaw before finally kissing the other's lips tenderly, swallowing Marik's pleading keen as he made the Egyptian taste himself.

 

“I'm sorry, Pharaoh-Pretty…” it was a raspy whisper, spoken against Yami's lips, Marik's throat refusing the words full passage as he held back tears and trembling for the sake of being forgiven.

 

Usi is very sorry.

 

Because Usi can still remember the dream.

 

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It was over.

 

He was dead.

 

With one explosion of power he had never dreamed he could master, Yami managed to destroy Marik, the only proof of his existence being a wavering smoke curl in the corner.

 

He should have been happy, relieved, satisfied for ridding the world of such a mangled expression of hatred… but he wasn't.

 

Why?

 

Because of one simple question.

 

What now?

 

His friends were safe once more, but for how long? He wasn't stupid, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could manage the next threat, in all reality, Yami was frightened. Something else would come, something else would want to destroy him, the world, Re only knows what else, it only seemed to become a more deranged goal with each psychotic encounter.

 

“Hi!”

 

Yami nearly jumped clear out of his skin at the happy chirp of greeting that seemingly came out of thin air. He looked wildly around, half considering the fact that he had finally lost his mind, before blinking in utter astonishment at the very corner where his rival had stood.

 

“My name's Marik!”

 

It was Marik, undeniably so since the wild spray of trademark hair was rare indeed, as was the brilliant violet eyes that blinked in curiosity at the spirit, but what threw Yami off guard was the fact that the other dark stood at about the height of a very young child, and seemed just about as innocent as well.

 

“Your hair's funny.” A storm of giggles overtook the little boy, covering his mouth to spare some form of respect for the stranger.

 

“…I… get that a lot…” the spirit answered dumbfounded, blinking as the small child curiously stepped closer, peering up widely in awe.

 

“You're tall!” he smiled in admiration, trying vainly to stretch his arms up enough to even reach the spirit's lowest belt.

 

Yami couldn't help but chuckle, “That, I've never heard before, young one.” He knelt down to the boy's level, even then he had to dip his head low to come closer, and spoke softly to the child. “Tell me, where did you come from?”

 

“Um…” The smaller version of Marik seemed to contemplate this, pouting his lip as he thought and thought, shaking his head just as happily as though he had an answer. “I don't know. I just woke up, I guess.” Another round of giggles sprinkled loose, “But I did have a dream about you.”

 

“Oh?” Yami tipped his head in question, “What was this dream about, Marik?”

 

“Well…” his tiny voice leapt with excitement as he began rattling his dream away, “It was a long dream. I dreamed I was cold, and I couldn't feel my toes, or see anything `cause it was really, really dark, and I was scared and sad… and …alone.” A quiet whimper escaped the child in his remembrance, taking a small, settling breath before continuing. “So then after a long, long time of that, I saw a shiny light thing, and it danced in the dark, and it made pretty pictures when I tried to touch it…” Suddenly the young child smiled and hugged the spirit, not even able to reach around the very surprised Yami as he held on and buried his face among the warmth of the spirit's shirt. “And the prettiest picture had you in it! And after seeing it, I just had to catch the light thing, because I wanted to see you again. And I almost didn't want to wake up.” Marik giggled and looked up from the hug, pure joy across his small face. “But then I did and I got to see you again, and it made me really happy!”

 

Something inside Yami softened greatly as he heard this, a flood of peculiar emotions overtaking him to the point of causing the spirit to gently return the embrace. “I'm glad you woke up as well, young one.” He smiled at the child for a long moment, tenderly brushing a mess of bangs from the boy's face before standing up. “Come, we're going somewhere nicer than this, does that sound alright, Marik?”

 

“Uh huh!” the boy giggled and trotted quickly after Yami's longer stride, happily keeping up while admiring the taller, “What can I call you?”

 

Yami broke loose from his thoughts, most of which concerned self questioning of his decision to take his seemingly destroyed rival revitalized as a child home with him. “Hm?”

 

Marik giggled at the puzzled expression cast over the other's face. “Your name, silly! I'm Marik, so what's your name? I bet it's just as pretty as you!”

 

“Oh…” Yami blinked, chuckling at his own foolishness and the child's beaming smile. “There are a number of things you may call me, young one. My friends-”

 

“Do I have friends?” the questioned saddened Marik even as he asked it, slowing down his pace as he looked away. “The dream… it said I was alone…”

 

The spirit smiled softly, pausing in order to allow the child to catch up once more. “Your dream… I'll explain to you later, Marik.”

 

“…Ok.” Marik sighed, nodding as he fully entrusted the spirit, and listened once more.

 

“But as I was saying, they call me `Yami' or `Pharaoh' most of the time…” Yami wrinkled his nose a bit, “And you may hear them call me other things, but if you kept to either or both, that'd be fine.”

 

Marik kept quiet, blinking up after some time, “Can I make you a prettier name?” He twisted his fingers in apology at the confused look Yami gave him, speaking softly as he lowered his gaze. “I… it's just…”

 

The spirit sighed softly, this new Marik's innocence had long surpassed even Yuugi's initial behavior, and it weakened Yami's demeanor to a nearly disturbing level. “It's alright, young one…” he smiled at the hopeful look the boy gave him, “If you wish, you may call me-”

 

“Pharaoh-Pretty!” Marik chirped happily, nodding with a pleased giggle. “And only I can call you that!” Something resembling a twisted, darker form of possession flickered deep behind the folds of violet in the child's eyes, recognizable and churning hungrily for release, eyeing the ancient spirit in interest before it was smoldered by adoration once more.

 

Yami failed to notice the momentary change in Marik's eyes, blinking instead at the fact that this would definitely add more to the difficulty of explaining the situation to the others, but the pure gleam of happiness encasing the child was too much for him to even consider denying the boy his wish. “Alright,” he chuckled with a slight nod, reaching his hand down enough for the child to grasp one of his fingers before continuing their walk “but then I shall call you `Usi'.”

 

Marik blinked, holding on tightly to the spirit's finger as he scampered along side. “Why? I already have a name!”

 

“As do I, so it's only fair, don't you agree?” Yami gave the child a sly smile, “Other wise, you may not call me `Pharaoh-Pretty'…”

 

“Aw.” The boy giggled as he nodded “Then Pharaoh-Pretty's Usi says it's ok!”

 

Yami chuckled, “Good. Just always remember to behave and do as I say, alright?”

 

“Always!” Marik nodded firmly, “Because Usi loves Pharaoh-Pretty!”

 

There was a stir of contemplative silence, not lasting nearly long enough to rouse the child's worries before Yami smiled down at him, “And Pharaoh-Pretty loves Usi…”

 

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“Always remember what I told you later, Usi…” Yami spoke lovingly once more, releasing the younger and laying over him gently while nosing through the blond hair once more; inhaling the lingering wisps of fear that clung to desert winds and childish nightmares. “I created your dream… and put you there for misbehaving…” He smiled cruelly as he felt Marik's body race with a shudder, kissing along the Egyptian's shoulder in reassurance that all was fine for now, speaking in a low purr of affection. “Just always remember to behave and do as I say… alright?”

 

“Always…” Just a hush of breath, Marik's eyes lidding over listless violet as his thoughts laced over phantom memories “Because Usi loves Pharaoh-Pretty…”

 

Yami smiled, resting his head against the younger's back with a final kiss as Marik's reward, before enveloping them both among the sun-warmed sheets around them. “And Pharaoh-Pretty loves Usi…”

 

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