Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stuck On You ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Stuck On You
by Rhapsody Moonschild and Tat Claire Kokoro

|~*DISCLAIMER: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the property of Kazuki Takahashi. It does not belong to
Rhapsody Moonschild and/or Tat Claire Kokoro.*~|

CHAPTER EIGHT (by Tat)

Marik's POV

"Bakura!!" Yami yells, annoyed at the tomb robber.

I say a few choice words at Bakura, and thus satisfied, I shrug. After all, being locked
up with Yami... isn't so bad.

We can screw like bunnies on Viagra for as long as we want now.

Of course, I haven't forgotten my plan to break the pharaoh's heart in the end. I just
want to fuck with him some more.

I snake my arms around him, planting a soft kiss on his shoulder. "Yami... now that we
can't go to the picnic..."

For a moment, he relaxes, sinking into my arms and forgetting we're locked up, that
Bakura was the git who locked us here... everything but my touch, my whispers.

I run a hand down his chin, traveling down his chest, then I reach farther down.

That's when he grabs my wrists with a strong grip, stares at me with violet eyes and
refuses!

He refuses?!

"Why?" I ask, confused. "You were okay with giving me a hand job before."

The pharaoh shakes his head. "That's not the point. Marik, I don't want that kind of
relationship."

I'm still baffled, what the fuck is he talking about?!

"All relationships are the same! There's ALWAYS sex in them."

Again, he shakes his head. "There's more to it, Marik. Didn't your parents ever show you
that?"

***

"Mommy!" I cried, glancing worriedly at the deep cut in my arm. Once again
I've cut myself playing with Dad's spears.

"Mommy!" I yelled with annoyance.

No answer.

No said mother hurriedly coming to my aid, fretting over the inflicted wound.

There was only giggling in the other room.

Being a curious child, I followed the noise, finding the source in my parent's bedroom.

I pulled back the silk curtain door to find an unusual sight.

There was my mother!... Underneath... dad...?

I didn't understand what was going on. Why would mother prefer to be crushed by father's
weight rather than help me?

I watched them for some time. They hadn't noticed my presence yet. So I stared
observantly, wondering what in Hathor's name they were doing.

Finally, I asked, "Mommy, what are you and Daddy doing?"

***

After that time, there were many others. When I would have an accident, call for
mother's help with no answer, I'd see them doing the same exact thing--again!

They never communicated; they only slept together and that was it! So what else is there?

What is Yami blathering about?!

"Yami," I say his name with dull taste, "my parents have shown me nothing but what I
believe. There are ONLY sexual relationships."

Yami shakes his head, strides over to the couch, and plops down.

I raise an eyebrow at him, "What?"

"Nothing," he says quickly--he's a horrible liar.

"Nothing is ALWAYS something." I lean next to the pharaoh. I take in his scent but he
flinches away. A disappointed frown sets on my lips.

"Yaaaaamiiiiiii!!" I whine.

The tri-color-haired one remains silent, and simply clamps a hand over my mouth.

"Marik, if a sexual relationship is all you're looking for... I can't be your boyfriend."

What does he mean?!

There is NOTHING more.

Angrily I rip his hand form my lips, and grasp the closest thing, a pencil ...

Not much, but it will do. It looks sharp enough to stab his jugular. I test the point;
satisfied, I raise my arm, and--

Clang!

I feel a frying pan collide with my skull. Shit!

My ears are ringing, and I'm falling on my knees. I take a quick glance up to see Yami
holding that frying pan in one hand.

"Bastard..."