Blood and Leather
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,487
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Yu-Gi-oh. Nor do I own any of the characters in this saga. I make no cash or profit of any kind from this work.
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** This story is the result of a lot of sexual frustration and the desire to write a kinky adult horror tale for you all since I'm stuck writing for all ages for everyone else. ^^
I love that tale; but I feel like being naughty... ^_-
That said, this story is told from Marik's POV... enjoy!!**
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If anyone had bothered to ask I could have told them exactly when the headaches began. But no one had.
If anyone had asked I could have also told them why. But again, no one did.
Maybe it was me. Maybe my soul was just born dark. After all Ishizu had suffered the same trials that I had. Perhaps not as violently, but being a woman amongst our people invited it's own special cruelty.
Still. The Rod chose me. The Darkness chose me.
The Darkness always chose me.
Even now as I watched the Pharaoh walk off into that bright beckoning light, taking the Millennium Items with him for all eternity I could feel the darkness calling out to me.
That was the day the headaches began.
I watched my sister and Kaiba saying their goodbyes, all posture and innuendo.
He didn't know that she'd worn her makeup just for him. Of course, I suspected she'd left it off when Yugi had arrived on purpose. She wanted the Phaorah to see her as older you see, but not Kaiba. No, she wanted the barely legal CEO to see her as one of his own.
While it sickened me that he was barely months older than myself, that was not the cause of the cold sweat creeping over me.
"Master Marik?" Odion asked wearily and I feigned a smile, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Relax Odion." I muttered, staggering back into the house. "I just... need to rest."
I flopped down on my bed, the smell of the Lotus Ishizu kept stashing on my bedside floating in the air.
The pain in my head was suffocating. I panted, feeling the sweat sliding down my bronzed chest and pooling on the silk sheets beneath me.
I sat up, braving the vertigo to get out of my clothes. I hoped Odion would keep Ishizu out of my room and tend to me myself for I had no intention of covering up.
"Oh!" I groaned, flopping back and gripping my temples desperately. "My fucking head! Why?!"
My head had no answer, only the throbbing of blood reverberating behind my wincing eyes.
Eventually, I slipped off to sleep.
That was when the nightmares came.
And oh, dear reader, what nightmares they were...
Darkness swirled around me, inky and void.
In the darkness, I heard a laugh... a laugh I knew all to well...
"Bakura?" I asked uneasy and the laughter grew louder.
"Bakura!" I yelled, this time confident in my assessment and pissed. "I know it's you! Come out and face me, asshole!"
"Hello Marik." He drawled, melting into view before me. "How's the head?"
"What?" I asked, piecing it all together quickly. "Wait! You! You did this to me!"
"Yes." He grinned, those dark eyes full of that familiar malice I knew so well. "Consider it... an insurance policy."
"What do you mean?" I asked, already afraid that I knew.
Bakura laughed, fading out and popping in behind me with starling speed. "Oh Marik! You didn't think I'd share my body with you without any *ulterior* motives, did you?"
"You placed a piece of you in my mind!" I gasped, turning to face him only to have him back up with a villainous grin as I pointed furiously. "You bastard!"
"Yes." He grinned darkly. "And now you're going to return the favor and help me find a new host."
"Please." I muttered boredly. "You never actually *got* my body back, remember?"
"Oh Marik." He laughed coolly. "This has nothing to do with fair play. Quite the opposite."
He faded out once more and reappeared behind me, one hand wrapped around and clasping my throat as the other pressed against my bare abdomen.
I could feel ever inch of him pressed up against my naked behind and suddenly I wished very much that I had put on my pajamas.
"You are going to find me a new body, Marik." He hissed into my ear pointedly, the hand at my waist moving lower with calm precision. "Or I'm going to make you terrified of what I can do with yours."
I swallowed anxiously, feeling myself growing sickeningly hard. "I'm not sure I can deliver. No Rod, remember?"
"Oh Marik." Bakura muttered irritably, his hand slipping lower to my shaft, taking full advantage of my obvious discomfort. "I have the utmost faith in you, and your *rod*."
He bit down hard on my shoulder, and I hissed as I felt him draw blood; the hand around my shaft tightening and giving a firm tug.
"Until you get me a suitable body." He declared, licking the bleeding wound on shoulder coolly as he twisted his hand round my length causing me to hiss once more and resist the urge to lean into him. "I'll treat yours as I please."
He smirked, dropping my cock and backing away as I clutched at my shoulder and sex in shame. "And remember, Marik. I've been hanging out in here for quite some time."
He grinned dryly. "I know *all* your secrets."
I woke up, the sound of his laughter still ringing in skull as it and my cock continued to throb painfully.
I lay there, naked as the moonlight streamed in though my window and I beat off to the sound of that laughter and my bitter sobs.
Oh yes. I could have told them all...
But no one ever asked.
If they had, everyone might still be alive...
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** End Chapter One **
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Right!! So... this is a KINKY one. And I'm sorry about killing everyone but yeah... Horror... ^_-
P.S. Everyone mentioned in the summary gets to live... ^^
- N
I love that tale; but I feel like being naughty... ^_-
That said, this story is told from Marik's POV... enjoy!!**
*****
*****
If anyone had bothered to ask I could have told them exactly when the headaches began. But no one had.
If anyone had asked I could have also told them why. But again, no one did.
Maybe it was me. Maybe my soul was just born dark. After all Ishizu had suffered the same trials that I had. Perhaps not as violently, but being a woman amongst our people invited it's own special cruelty.
Still. The Rod chose me. The Darkness chose me.
The Darkness always chose me.
Even now as I watched the Pharaoh walk off into that bright beckoning light, taking the Millennium Items with him for all eternity I could feel the darkness calling out to me.
That was the day the headaches began.
I watched my sister and Kaiba saying their goodbyes, all posture and innuendo.
He didn't know that she'd worn her makeup just for him. Of course, I suspected she'd left it off when Yugi had arrived on purpose. She wanted the Phaorah to see her as older you see, but not Kaiba. No, she wanted the barely legal CEO to see her as one of his own.
While it sickened me that he was barely months older than myself, that was not the cause of the cold sweat creeping over me.
"Master Marik?" Odion asked wearily and I feigned a smile, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Relax Odion." I muttered, staggering back into the house. "I just... need to rest."
I flopped down on my bed, the smell of the Lotus Ishizu kept stashing on my bedside floating in the air.
The pain in my head was suffocating. I panted, feeling the sweat sliding down my bronzed chest and pooling on the silk sheets beneath me.
I sat up, braving the vertigo to get out of my clothes. I hoped Odion would keep Ishizu out of my room and tend to me myself for I had no intention of covering up.
"Oh!" I groaned, flopping back and gripping my temples desperately. "My fucking head! Why?!"
My head had no answer, only the throbbing of blood reverberating behind my wincing eyes.
Eventually, I slipped off to sleep.
That was when the nightmares came.
And oh, dear reader, what nightmares they were...
Darkness swirled around me, inky and void.
In the darkness, I heard a laugh... a laugh I knew all to well...
"Bakura?" I asked uneasy and the laughter grew louder.
"Bakura!" I yelled, this time confident in my assessment and pissed. "I know it's you! Come out and face me, asshole!"
"Hello Marik." He drawled, melting into view before me. "How's the head?"
"What?" I asked, piecing it all together quickly. "Wait! You! You did this to me!"
"Yes." He grinned, those dark eyes full of that familiar malice I knew so well. "Consider it... an insurance policy."
"What do you mean?" I asked, already afraid that I knew.
Bakura laughed, fading out and popping in behind me with starling speed. "Oh Marik! You didn't think I'd share my body with you without any *ulterior* motives, did you?"
"You placed a piece of you in my mind!" I gasped, turning to face him only to have him back up with a villainous grin as I pointed furiously. "You bastard!"
"Yes." He grinned darkly. "And now you're going to return the favor and help me find a new host."
"Please." I muttered boredly. "You never actually *got* my body back, remember?"
"Oh Marik." He laughed coolly. "This has nothing to do with fair play. Quite the opposite."
He faded out once more and reappeared behind me, one hand wrapped around and clasping my throat as the other pressed against my bare abdomen.
I could feel ever inch of him pressed up against my naked behind and suddenly I wished very much that I had put on my pajamas.
"You are going to find me a new body, Marik." He hissed into my ear pointedly, the hand at my waist moving lower with calm precision. "Or I'm going to make you terrified of what I can do with yours."
I swallowed anxiously, feeling myself growing sickeningly hard. "I'm not sure I can deliver. No Rod, remember?"
"Oh Marik." Bakura muttered irritably, his hand slipping lower to my shaft, taking full advantage of my obvious discomfort. "I have the utmost faith in you, and your *rod*."
He bit down hard on my shoulder, and I hissed as I felt him draw blood; the hand around my shaft tightening and giving a firm tug.
"Until you get me a suitable body." He declared, licking the bleeding wound on shoulder coolly as he twisted his hand round my length causing me to hiss once more and resist the urge to lean into him. "I'll treat yours as I please."
He smirked, dropping my cock and backing away as I clutched at my shoulder and sex in shame. "And remember, Marik. I've been hanging out in here for quite some time."
He grinned dryly. "I know *all* your secrets."
I woke up, the sound of his laughter still ringing in skull as it and my cock continued to throb painfully.
I lay there, naked as the moonlight streamed in though my window and I beat off to the sound of that laughter and my bitter sobs.
Oh yes. I could have told them all...
But no one ever asked.
If they had, everyone might still be alive...
*****
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** End Chapter One **
*****
*****
Right!! So... this is a KINKY one. And I'm sorry about killing everyone but yeah... Horror... ^_-
P.S. Everyone mentioned in the summary gets to live... ^^
- N