Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ That Devil ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Jou, snapping out of whatever spell he thought upon himself, jerked his tongue back in his mouth. He badly wanted to stick it back out to make the taste of Marik go away, but his ego wouldn't let him show that weakness. He stared at Marik, disbelief embedded in his features. Marik cocked his head to the side, putting his hand on Jou's cheek, caressing it.

 

“What is it?” he asked with…concern? Nah, couldn't be that! Marik didn't care about anyone at all. No one on the face of the Earth or randomly floating in the Shadow Realm mattered to him. Nope. Not at all.

 

That fact somehow saddened Jou.

 

But he had to ask the question that was etching into his very soul.

 

“H-have ya...k-kissed meh before?” he stuttered. Marik stroked his thumb thoughtfully along Jou's lips, smirking.

 

“I bound you to the ground with chains, and “looked for you”. You told me where you were, so I went on over, and I stared at you. By Ra, you're beautiful when you're terrified.” Marik admitted, grinning maliciously.

 

That “compliment” didn't make Jou feel any better. Marik loved pain, he remembered that easily.

 

“And then I called you “Inu-chan”. Heh, heh, heh. You didn't like that. I was thinking about punishing you for arguing with me; but then I remembered your horrified face. I decided I'd want to see it again sometime near in the future.”

 

Oh wow. I'm only alive is cuz Marik—No! Yami no Malik!—liked seein' me scared. Woooonderful. Jou thought, his displeased feelings evident. Marik merely grinned at the blonde's expression.

 

“Seeing that you were just going to continue arguing, I concluded that there was only one way to shut you up and at the same time get something out of it.” he explained, grinning widely. At this, he slid his hand from Jou's cheek to grasp his chin. “In truth, it was enough to see you squirm within your own vulnerability, but I just couldn't help myself…”

 

Jou held his breath as Marik's, once again, fanned over his face. Half-lidded violet eyes began to droop even more, and transparent lips neared his own. Jou was so close to fighting against it, so close to withering and struggling to get out of Marik's grasp. Oh, didn't he mention? Marik had wrapped his other arm around his waist and pulled him closer to a body that was barely even there! Hesitantly letting out a petrified breath that came out more like a sigh, Jou shut his eyes tight, knowing what to expect.

 

“That's right, stay still…” Marik's deep voice hushed huskily. Wait—huskily?! Okay, now Jou was completely weirded out and frozen in place, not watching Marik's face near closer and closer and his lips part slightly; he already knew that he was doing that himself. It seemed to only excite Marik, really. Speaking of which…

 

A brush, soft and pretty close to sweet, passed over Jou's lips. The feeling wasn't all there; just a faint taste of it. The Egyptian yami's lips attacked soon after, now knowing that Jou had not resisted the first time…times. Marik forcefully parted Jou's mouth open with his tongue, going straight for the pink muscle residing within. Jou, only feeling half of the kiss's intensity, was immediately at lost for both breath and reason. His whole mouth was under attack, every crevasse being licked, his lips and tongue being sucked, and every possible spot being bit.

 

Jou let out a yelp at the bites, otherwise letting soft moans escape into Marik's mouth. He slung his arms around Marik's neck, pulling him closer than before. Marik gripped Jou's right thigh, lifting it up and rubbing his crotch against Jou's, grinning widely at the moan. He kissed him harder, bruising Jou's lips in the process. Jou eagerly kissed back, breathing heavily through his nostrils.

 

See? Loss of reason.

 

By the time Jou could actually think straight, his shirt was about to be removed. Highly embarrassed and shocked by this, he jumped back with a dog-like yelp. Marik embraced Jou tightly, putting his hand behind his head and guiding him to look up. He could see fear amongst confusion and humiliation in the wide coffee eyes staring back at him. As much as seeing that strong emotion in Jou's eyes excited him, it also started to…worry him? Nah. Jou was nothing but a pup to mess around with, even though the little voice in his head—whom he called `Malik 2'—said otherwise.

 

Jou was scared. He had let this monster take advantage of him! He had even kissed him back! Hell, he was practically humping the bastard! What had taken over him? Why had, in that one moment, Marik attracted him? Sexually at that! Jou was confused. He hated this man, yet he melted in his hug. He loathed this specter, yet his arms slowly snaked around his translucent torso. He held a strong enmity for Marik, yet he wanted to be as close to him as possible. Oh how complicated love was.

 

Wait—love?!

 

“Jounouchi, what's wrong?” Marik asked, his tone apathetic mixed with a strange compassion. Jou hid his face in Marik's chest, closing his eyes so that he wouldn't see right through at what was behind the Egyptian. When Jou did not answer, Marik gave a kiss to his head, rubbing his hand up and down his back.

 

Who is this? This ain't Marik...this ain't th' Marik I knew.

 

“Who are ya?” Jou whispered, clutching to Marik's black top. For a moment there was an awkward silence.

 

“You did not just ask that.” He heard Marik's disbelieving reply.

 

“I did. Wha' didja do t' th' real Marik?”

 

“Well, Malik is a complete pest of a hikari, if you mean him. I, however,” Marik said, lifting Jou's face up again by his chin, “am Marik, as I always will be.”

 

“I thought y' were gone…” Jou muttered, mentally kicking himself for sounding so needy and desperate. Marik smirked, and placed a tender kiss on Jou's lips. Jou barely felt it, just like the bit of warmth he was getting from Marik's body.

 

“I came back.” Marik whispered in his ear, kissing it. “I came back for you.”

 

Jou shook his head, his face a crimson red.

 

“No…ya didn't…”

 

“Why do you think that, Little Jounouchi?”

 

Jou, choosing the `I'm so tough and a hellouva lot stronger than you!' instead of the `You don't care a shit about me' attitude, muttered:

 

“'Cause y' know that I'd hurt ya fer what ya did t' her…”

 

Marik looked down at Jou, who was diverting his eyes from embarrassment.

 

“And how do you plan to hurt me? You can barely throw an impressive punch.”

 

Jou glared at Marik, pushing himself away.

 

“I hate ya.” he said, the memories of his duel with Marik flashing into his mind. “Y' put me inta a hospital. I remember now.”

 

Marik gave Jou a bored look.

 

“You forgot? Wow, I'm amazed.” he said, smirking. Jou growled, blushing again, this time from humiliation.

 

“Shut up! I hate ya! I don't wanna see yer face ever again!” he yelled, turning his back on Marik as if to prove his point. Crossing his arms, Jou huffed angrily. For a while he didn't hear anything. There seemed to be no movement from behind him. Suspicious, Jou turned, only to see that Marik had disappeared. He dropped his arms to his sides, cocking his head to the left, puzzled.

 

“You don't mean that, my little Jounouchi-Puppy. I know you don't.” A deep voice whispered into Jou's ear. A pair of arms encircled his waist, pulling him to a body behind him. Jou panicked slightly, jumping in surprised. He heard a low chuckle. “You're scared.”

 

“Am not.” Jou pouted, crossing his arms again. Marik chuckled again.

 

“Yes you are.” he teased, nipping at Jou's earlobe. Jou blushed, but hmph'd.

 

“No I'm not.”

 

“Don't deny it, Jou. You're scared of me.”

 

“Who says?!”

 

“Your fearful eyes, your rapid heart beat, your obvious denial, the fact that you jumped when I came up behind you, need I say more?”

 

“…I hate ya.”

 

Marik kissed Jou's ear, grinning.

 

“Love you, too.”

 

Jou blushed madly, stiffening within Marik's embrace.