Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Proliferation of the Lotus Flower. ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

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Amethyst eyes opened groggily to an unfamiliar sight.

Wooden planks.

For a moment Marik wondered what the hell he'd done to his ceiling that night, but his memory kick started before he could think these thoughts through.

His robes had been stripped away and he was left wearing was his soft cotton blue under tunic and leggings. His arms were chained to iron just above his head, and some bastard had slapped dried witches bane under the pillow his head was resting on. The bane made him feel slightly sickly, which was what witches bane usually did to magic users as well as strip their powers.

The room seemed to be rocking, left and right, even and rhythmically, but such that he felt unsteady even laying down. The ceiling above him thundered with what he knew were footsteps, but echoed loudly and harshly all the same.

The back of his head ached acutely, probably from being hit really hard there, probably from the witches' bane, or even the result of being in the smoke from when he battled the pirate mage.

Marik growled like a caged cat at the memory of the battle, when he got out of the chains and away from the bane, that were-tiger was as good as dead. Probably flayed alive too!

Actually, the apprentice wondered… why was HE alive? It was a pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.

The ceiling thundered loudly once more, and didn't stop for a while, shouts and heavy pounding echoed across the wooden planks and Marik wondered what the hell was going on above him, his ears strained, but only small tidbits that were bellowed drifted out to him.

"…sever those lines buckos or we'll all be at the rope's end!"

"…Smartly now men don't take yer time sissy footing around..."

The room lurched and Marik's lunch tried to crawl up his throat and escape, the half-Elf swallowed and willed his stomach to settle, he was beaten, but he wasn't THAT beaten.

The thundering from above died down for an instant before the sounds of cannons boomed. Marik jumped, looking around as if he'd see the explosions from where ever he was.

"Take the little one to my cabin and tie him up. MALIK GET OUT HERE NOW! JOUNOUCHI CAST THAT FOG!" A cold voice yelled.

The thundering, if anything grew more insistent. Marik's headache grew too. The cannons exploded again and again and Marik swore he could see the smoke floating downward. The room lurched more violently still.

Amethyst eyes darted around, trying to locate anything but the bare room he was in. what the hell was he missing?

Unable to control his urge, his magic broke free.

Marik threw his head back, features blurring as his magic encircled him and flew upward, an invisible astral form breaking free of the witches bane until the half-Elf saw what was aloft.

People, pirate kind of people, were running about the deck of a fucking HUGE Carrack ship. The cannons were being loaded and fired at- the real Marik widened his eyes- Slyvia's docks! He gazed down at the pirates running around and was practically blinded by a large battle axe one of them had strapped to his belt. The axe was a freakin' magical relic with enough juice in it to make Marik salivate at the thought of the kind of damage the weapon could do.

The pirates on deck ran back and forth as quickly as possible, while galley slaves rowed as hard and fast as possible; as if their very lives depended on it. The blonde mage-who Marik noted with satisfaction, still had the faint glow of healing magic around burns on his torso- was calling up mist at the stern of the ship as the vessel turned. The mist was so heavy; anyone not looking from way above would be practically blinded. Marik envied that kind of control over so much power. When he finally learnt how to control his urges, he'd be just as good as any full time mage.

The few moments he had of astral form ran out and he fell back down into himself before any more details were revealed to him.

Marik forced his eyes open; his headache was a migraine now, making his skull feel like it was splitting in half.

He writhed in agony for what seemed like eternity, magic boiling inside of him, the witches' bane tearing at his mind with acidic claws.

Finally, the thundering above began to slow and fade away, until the noises were quiet and hushed, the scrap of boots, the yawning voice of a man.

His mind pounded away and he rolled and curled and twisted, trying to move just a little further away from the bane under the pillow, witches bane was a horrible punisher when you got magic out under it, the agony in his brain was testament to that.

Marik finally managed to roll the pillow off the cot or bed or whatever he was laying in, and onto the floor. The pillow hit the floor and Marik's mind cleared and felt better, a lot better. He wondered if he would have passed out if the agony had continued, and was glad of his ability to think when in such pain.

The half-Elf tried to raise some escape magic to life, but the bane was now in the exact position for nullifying his magic completely without causing pain. Marik slumped and then closed his eyes and counted to ten, getting frustrated wouldn't help.

It just wasn't fair!

It wasn't goddamn fair! People had been dying; he hadn't been doing the killing! He'd been in pain because of that goddamned herb and not a war injury and-

"GODS OF HAIRY FUCKING APES DAMNED TO ALL WARTY TOADSTOOLS!!!" He screamed, trying to break free of the iron chains with sheer strength alone.

The chains were stronger then Marik. This was obvious, because Elves were unable to break iron anyway.

The insult was about as badass as Elven language got, but then, Elves were high and lofty creatures who liked bluebells and fine wines. Except for dark Elves, and Marik's father had been one of the darkest, scariest bastards to ever walk the earth. Marik was worse.

This said something about mixing species.

There was laughter above him and Marik didn't have to guess what was about to happen. He hated his own lack of control. But hey, people got bloody because of it… just… he was… well…. Fucking helpless… and, although he gritted his teeth at the thought, he'd be the one getting tortured if he knew his piratical ways.

"Speaking of drop bears, Malik. Excuse me while I attend to the one in my quarters." Came a grinning sultry voice directly above.

"I'll tell you what you're like submissively; Bakura, then we'll see who got the better bargain." Came a second voice. There was more laughing and Marik tracked the sound of footsteps across the ceiling until he couldn't hear it anymore. Obviously disappearing down a deck or across, hell, Marik hadn't gotten a good enough look at the ship to know where he was.

The half-Elf took a second to look around the room and frowned. He couldn't actually SEE a door…

A piece of the wall slide open and he wouldn't have even noticed the hinges they were that well hidden.

The were-tiger stepped into the room and Marik blinked.

"No shit…" he said.

"I think we got off on a wrong foot, mageling. What's your name?" The were-tiger looked Marik up and down, his gaze heated but facial expression neutral.

Getting a good look at the were-tiger, Marik noticed a few small differences between the man and Ryo, for one, his eyes were more dangerous, and his hair was spikier, less silky looking.

Marik glared and kept the heat at the 'obvious' gaze that traveled along his body, down. Someone was probably about to learn a valuable lesson about Marik's taste in bedtime activities if the look was anything to go by. "Why do you want to know, fur face?"

"Curiosity."

Marik snorted. "Curiosity kills kittens. My name is Marik, not that it matters."

"Shit, that's pretty goddamn close. You have any twin brothers or cousins?" the were-tiger ignored the snide remarks as if he were blessed with selective hearing.

Marik raised an eyebrow. "No. I'm an only child."

"What kind of Elf was your parent?"

"A little personal, don't you think?"

"Just answer the question. I've had a rough day."

"No shit, pussy, you're doing better then I am. A Dark Elf."

"Ahh, so it is just coincidence…"

"What is?"

"Nothing. My name is Bakura by the way."

"I would say it's nice to meet you, but I've already tried to kill you twice. Lying would be rhetorical."

"Aye."

There was a long pause while the were-tiger closed the door behind him and dropped his sword on a table. Brown orbs flashed in the dark as the white haired man stepped toward the bed. Overconfidence was probably the worst thing he could have demonstrated.

Marik cocked his head to one side. "Eyes are way too much darker, and the tail is way too giveaway to be anything like him…"

"Who?"

Marik smirked. "I'm assuming your sorcerer already told you, but I'm an apprentice. There's a vampire out there that's gonna be hunting people down and killing them while they sleep."

"Ohh, you come from the palace?" The were-tiger smirked and began removing his white shirt, well; it had enough bloodstains to no longer be white.

Marik paled just slightly, smirk fading around the edges. "What about the palace?"

"Nothing important." The were-tiger waved a hand and began to slide out of his pants.

Marik rolled his eyes. "So, how am I to be tortured?"

Bakura chuckled. "I'd say it's not going to hurt, but you're not exactly the easy type are you?"

"Why is the perversion alarm going off in my head?"

The white haired man stood naked now, not erect but obviously beginning to head that way. "Not too bright are you?"

"Not to big are you?" Marik answered back oh so sweetly.

The were-tiger growled and slapped Marik's face hard enough to leave bloody imprints from his nails.

There was mild silence for a moment before Marik lifted his leg and kicked the white haired man in the chest.

Bakura stumbled and growled deeper, an answering growl coming from his bed.

The were-tiger jumped on the bed and shoved Marik into the mattress claws slicing slightly on the half-Elf's chest.

They glared at each other and struggled around a bit, kicking and flipping and scratching as best a blonde chained down and a tired shapeshifter could.

Bakura held Marik still for a moment, mouths a breath apart. Eyes heavy lidded. The were-tiger smirked and pressed his lips to the half-Elf.

What happened next was not a kiss, by any standard other than Marik's. The half-Elf bit Bakura's lips and found sharp teeth digging into his own. The pair of them growled low and bit and snapped at each other's mouth; gods help them, the testosterone heavy enough to make it clear what they were battling about.

Bakura pulled back and went for the half-Elf's neck, biting hard enough that he swallowed blood.

"You're chained down and I don't trust you to unchain you. Just be submissive and it won't even hurt."

Marik laughed, not cackled, he laughed. A sound that was rich in accent and something few people do when they're bleeding from more then one place. "I like pain, Bakura. If you expect to rape me, you're going to get hurt. Badly hurt."

The tiger moved lower, biting the blonde's collarbone and scraping his teeth along the bone.

"Rape is such a harsh word. I'd rather you'd be willing."

"It doesn't make a difference. No one beds me and comes away without blood loss." A knee drew up and drove into Bakura's groin, not as hard as it could have been, but hard enough to make the were-tiger wince.

The pirate groaned in slight pain and moved his head up, nibbling at Marik's lips again.

A hand slipped under the blonde's shirt and tore the fabric straight down the middle.

Their mouths parted with fresh blood, the result of the were-tiger trying to slip his tongue into Marik's mouth.

Bakura bit down harshly on Marik's left nub, canines splitting the pale flesh open and drawing blood to the surface.

Marik moaned as if it felt good and Bakura pressed his lower body against Marik's, startling for a minute.

"Holy shit! You're getting hard on pain?"

"I get hard on killing people. What's your point?"

"That's fucked up."

"I'm not the one trying to rape someone."

Bakura's eyes hardened. "Well I can't rape the willing, can I?"

"Who said I was willing?"

"You're getting off on getting hurt. That's willing."

Marik shrugged, he wasn't about to explain he enjoyed pain to a certain degree. This little slap and tickle was a good alterative to being whipped or the like.

The were-tiger shook his head and bit down on Marik's lower lip, hard enough to force the blonde's mouth open. Sharp teeth grabbed Bakura's lower lip and forced their mouths closer. On pale hand shoved itself into Marik's leggings and nails scrapped the delicate flesh therein sharply. The blonde's legs parted slightly for a moment before one knee ground into Bakura's groin playfully.

Bakura drew back. "I won't scratch you if you don't try to scratch me, deal?"

Marik raised an eyebrow, licking blood off his lips. "How about... If you survive, I'll let you do it again."

Bakura scrapped his nails against the soft flesh and knew he'd drawn blood. Marik winced as sharp pains spread through his cock from the places where the were-tiger had drawn his nails. Shallow cuts, but they stung.

The tiger forced his nails to retract and stroked the abused organ leisurely as if to make up for the pain.

Marik growled and tried to shake the hand off. "If you keep pansy-assing soft caresses, you're gonna be raping me in the end. Fuck me, but don't make it soft. Get it?"

"And what if I like it soft and slow?"

"Too fucking bad. You'll get it painfully or you won't get it."

"This is an odd discussion to have with someone tied down."

Marik shoved his knee into Bakura's groin hard. "I don't need to be tied down to take your little boy with me."

Just for clarifying purposes, Bakura's 'little boy' was by no means little or small, Marik was just being a pain in the ass, although, something the size of Bakura's 'little boy' in your ass wouldn't just be a pain, it'd cane like hell itself.

The pirate made a sound halfway between a choked growl and a groan of pain. The next thing Marik knew, he was on his side, arms twisted painfully above him, and his pants were being pulled down.

Amethyst eyes watched the blue pants go sailing onto the floor and wondered if he was about to regret what he'd just done.

Bakura's thick cock shoved into his ass so hard Marik made a moan of hurt, feeling blood sliding down his passage.

He'd done it raw to people before, but the feeling was more painful then he'd ever suspected. The dry skin, he decided, was the worst part. And although he couldn't deny, it was sweet, it was also very painful, and a few steps over his like of pain. But if anything it forced his cock to harden between his legs, blood mixing with precum at the tip.

Bakura withdrew and slammed back in and it was like sandpaper rubbing against him. The were-tiger hadn't let go of Marik's cock and was stroking the now oozing organ harshly as he pounded savagely into the blonde, maybe trying to cause as much damage as possible.

Marik laughed again, the sound bordering on that of psychotic and pressed back against the agony running all the way up his spine. The pain was so good now.

Bakura pounded into Marik as hard as he could, not sure weather to be worried that the blonde seemed to enjoy the rough treatment or glad. The half-Elf was tight enough that the were-tiger could tell the mage hadn't had sex in a while and if he had, Bakura was pretty sure the mageling had been on top. The blonde's passage was slick with blood and the were-tiger began to slide in a little easier as he continued his rough pace painfully.

Marik felt his body tightening, head falling back as a soft sigh escaped his bloodied mouth, his cock milking out cum between Bakura's fingers and muscles tightening with the release.

Bakura sunk his teeth into Marik's shoulder, the blonde's tight passage suddenly even tighter and squeezing his cock in a vice like grip, blood dripping down the half-Elf's thighs with the tightness, Bakura half worried he'd get stuck in the tight passage.

"Oh high ones!" The were-tiger growled out, dick throbbing agonizing pleasure as he was forced to give up his seed, filling the half-Elf's bowels and shuddering.

Marik's chest rose and fell in quick beats, although the half-Elf barely panted. He knew he was going to be sorry in the morning, but at least the bastard hadn't gotten it easy.

The were-tiger withdrew his cock and winced as cum mingled with blood running down the blonde's thighs. "Are you okay?"

Marik looked at the were-tiger and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not justifying that with an answer. Because it's a stupid question."

Bakura nodded. "Aye." He took a few steadying breaths and stood, slandering over to a table to retrieving a rag and whipping himself clean before using the cloth on the blonde's thighs. Marik bleed a lot more than was good and the were-tiger worried he'd breached something vital. But then, he'd never lost so much blood for a fuck in the first place so he didn't really mind if this one died soon.

Marik yawned and stretched, toes curling with contentment. "Anything else you want, or am I free to go to sleep?"

"…Aye."

Marik rolled onto his back and ignored the rag that attempted to clean the dried patches of blood on his chest. And the sharp agony the shot right through his spine at the movement.

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Sweet notes: Reviews? 'Bout time I got a lemon up there.

Yugi: HE got more screen time then me!!!

Yami: Would you have wanted to be in Marik's place?

Yugi: *shudder* on second thought, NO. I don't mind being tied up, and a little kink, but that was fucking weird ass BDSM stuff.

Marik: You're joking? That wasn't BDSM! For one, there wasn't enough foreplay pain!

Bakura: Yes, but the slightly disturbing parts were still there. Is your ass alright?

Marik: no… it's broken!!! YOU BROKE IT!!! *turns chibi and starts crying*

Malik: How the F*** do you break and ass?

Ryo: You treat it badly and shove something in it without lube.

Marik: *bawls*

Bakura: Alright already! Shut up! I get your picture! I'm sorry it's just that you kneed me reeeeaaalleh hard in the balls!!!

Marik: *stops and frowns* drama queen.

Sweetdeily: Oh hush, hush children. Go do something constructive!