Bitch
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,947
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Bitch
Fandom : YuGiOh!
Title : Bitch Part I
Rating : M+
Pairing(s) : Bronzeshipping (MarikxMalik)
Warning(s) : Blood, Slight N/C, Abuse, Insanity
Summary -YMxM- Marik had always been careful. Malik finally talks Marik out of that careful control. And he never regretted anything more. -Blood-Abuse-N/C-Insanity-
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Chapter One : So Careful, So Broken
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Malik lay on the bed, eyes staring at the wall.
It was his fault.
He had asked for it.
Marik had always been so loving, so...so...careful.
Malik loved Marik, but he needed something more than careful.
He yearned for it.
He had finally talked Marik into it. Talked him into letting go of that careful control.
And he had never regretted anything more.
His whole body hurt, his face stiff from blood and tears. He was still naked. He was laying in the bed they usually shared, alone. Marik, he assumed, was either on the couch or the guest room. After last night was over he had left.
Malik had curled up.
They had finished over 12 hours ago, but Malik had not moved, and had only blinked when absolutely necessary.
Malik knew something was wrong. Something inside his mind was wrong. Something had cracked, or broken. His whole soul was numb.
He could feel the phantom pain from the cuts on his chest, spelling 'BITCH'
He kept running things over in his mind, trying to figure out why had pushed Marik.
He knew he couldn't change anything now, but he still sobbed slightly, sniffing as he felt more tears pool on nose and slide down to his damp pillow.
He knew things would never be the same with Marik. He knew he wouldn't be able to, at least for a long while, do anything but obey his dark.
It was then he realized.
He was broken.
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Marik groaned as he sat up.
What the hell had happened?
He remembered talking to Malik, then Malik had asked something.
He just couldn't remember what.
He grew fearful. What had he done that had made him black out?
Then his mind flashed to Malik.
Had he hurt his hikari?
He jumped up, running into their bedroom, only vageuly realizing he was sleeping on the couch.
He pushed open the door, racing over the still form on the bed.
He stumbled back in horror as he looked upon his hikari.
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Malik looked at his dark, patiently awaiting his orders.
He was slightly confused at the look of horror on his darks face.
Unless...
Inwardly his eyes widened.
His dark didn't remember what had had happened...
He made no movements or sounds as his dark picked him up and carried him out after throwing a pair of sweat pants and a shirt on him.
He was so afraid. So afraid of what would happen if he did anything. So afraid he would crumble and break
Title : Bitch Part I
Rating : M+
Pairing(s) : Bronzeshipping (MarikxMalik)
Warning(s) : Blood, Slight N/C, Abuse, Insanity
Summary -YMxM- Marik had always been careful. Malik finally talks Marik out of that careful control. And he never regretted anything more. -Blood-Abuse-N/C-Insanity-
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Chapter One : So Careful, So Broken
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Malik lay on the bed, eyes staring at the wall.
It was his fault.
He had asked for it.
Marik had always been so loving, so...so...careful.
Malik loved Marik, but he needed something more than careful.
He yearned for it.
He had finally talked Marik into it. Talked him into letting go of that careful control.
And he had never regretted anything more.
His whole body hurt, his face stiff from blood and tears. He was still naked. He was laying in the bed they usually shared, alone. Marik, he assumed, was either on the couch or the guest room. After last night was over he had left.
Malik had curled up.
They had finished over 12 hours ago, but Malik had not moved, and had only blinked when absolutely necessary.
Malik knew something was wrong. Something inside his mind was wrong. Something had cracked, or broken. His whole soul was numb.
He could feel the phantom pain from the cuts on his chest, spelling 'BITCH'
He kept running things over in his mind, trying to figure out why had pushed Marik.
He knew he couldn't change anything now, but he still sobbed slightly, sniffing as he felt more tears pool on nose and slide down to his damp pillow.
He knew things would never be the same with Marik. He knew he wouldn't be able to, at least for a long while, do anything but obey his dark.
It was then he realized.
He was broken.
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Marik groaned as he sat up.
What the hell had happened?
He remembered talking to Malik, then Malik had asked something.
He just couldn't remember what.
He grew fearful. What had he done that had made him black out?
Then his mind flashed to Malik.
Had he hurt his hikari?
He jumped up, running into their bedroom, only vageuly realizing he was sleeping on the couch.
He pushed open the door, racing over the still form on the bed.
He stumbled back in horror as he looked upon his hikari.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Malik looked at his dark, patiently awaiting his orders.
He was slightly confused at the look of horror on his darks face.
Unless...
Inwardly his eyes widened.
His dark didn't remember what had had happened...
He made no movements or sounds as his dark picked him up and carried him out after throwing a pair of sweat pants and a shirt on him.
He was so afraid. So afraid of what would happen if he did anything. So afraid he would crumble and break