What I Want (a.k.a. yami no hikari)

WARNING, extreme ass kicking and torture pain scenes, you’ve been warned, so continue at your own curiosity, flamesl bel be used to keep other evil blood sucking flamers at bay. Oh yeah, and i know i've been kinda funny latley, but this is a serius chappy, srry folks, just pain, be prepared for the change

Eres: I don’t really know how to write fighting fics, so as a yaoi author I wrote what I specialized in…^^
crazieanimefan1: ooo.. *runs in to room to look at them*, yeah, Seth does act different, but is it an fooling? ^^
bwar: thank you, don’t worry, I’ve constructed a violent yaoi filled way in which every one wins in the end, kinda ^^
Pwetty Blood: s for the Yami thing, I interviewed him afterwards, and after much ranting, I think what he was trying to say is that hes going to make them pleasure him, while they them selves get no pleasure out of it. Either that or he was just ranting nonsense…it was hard to make out with al the cursing he was doing…ehe…
Bambi: ok then, ‘alive’ they will be, remember your words, u just wanted them alive….
Elle-Fate2x1: I will when I get the chance^^

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(Marik)

Seth looked around and nodded, “Ok, we’ll take it in rounds; this will give the victor time to rest. I want to live just a bit longer, if thaok wok with you Marik, so since Yami and Bakura look ready to tear each other a new one, how about they go first?”

I shrug; this would give me some time to study Bakura’s…uh… ’moves’… and… um… ’style’.

Bakura doesn’t even wait for some one to say go, he launches him self at Yami, causing the both of them to tumble and hit the wall.

(Bakura)

I’ll Kill him! I’ll fuck him in half if I have to! But Ra so help me, he’s gonna pay!

I jump Yami casing the both of us to tumble; luckily Yami is the one who hits the wall. I punch Yami hard several times. He struggles to kick me off, finally managing to throw me off of him self.

He then glares at me, jumping at me. I roll to the side and he slides on the rug. I rip the belt out of his pants and pin Yami’s arms behind his back. Idiot Pharaoh shouldn’t have left this lying around.

I tightly buckle his hands behind his back, making sure it isn’t aren’t coming off. Yami lifts his head up growling at me, I shove his skull into the carpet, pulling his hair back suddenly, “You fucking like that? Do you bitch? I’m gonna make you pay for all the ts yos you did to me you high class dick head!”

“Fuck me!” Yami spits at me defiantly, “You don’t have the fucking balls to get any thing done you pussy ass tomb robber!”

I growl and shove Yami’s ass into the air, “Your wish is my command Pharaoh” I hiss at him.

I ram into him and he screams, apparently no one has ever taken him like this before. This is gonna be sweet…

“Is that the best you got you dumb camel shit?!” Yami screams at me.

I ram into him harder, each thrust faster, I can feel something rip inside of him. I smile and hit all the wrong places with more force.

Yami’s writhing on the floor, his screams filling the room. I can see the tears in his eyes.

“Aww poor baby can’t take it? Fuck you pharaoh, when I’m done, forget walking for thst ost of your life!” I growl at him.

“Bring it! You worthless fuck! You whore! You cheap shit! You can’t do any thing right in bed!” Yami screams at me through tear shut eyes.

I release into him, pulling out to find my shaft covered in blood. Yami’s still conscious, but his body is twitching on the floor. Blood spilling every where.

“Did you like that pharaoh? I ain’t done yet you ass! I still have to repay you for all the beautiful marks you left on my back” I say to him, my voice dripping with hate.

I pick up my whip off the floor, Yami looks at me I can tell he’s trying to stop crying.

“Bit me!” he growls through sobs.

I let the whip crack across his skin, his screams once more rising in chorus. I lash the whip out at him again, this time aiming it so it wraps around his neck. I tug him towards myself and he lands with a soft thud at my feet.

I tilt his chin up with the whip,” How does it feel to get the shit fucked out of you, then get ped ped because you did a poor job?”

He glares daggers at me through teartear marked eyes, his chest heaving with each breath as the pain burns into his skin.

“You tell me” he says, forcing a smirk.

I back hand him, “fine! You just made it worse for your self” I sneer.

I let the whip fall on his perfect skin several more times, making him scream louder with each lash. Most of his body is soaked in blood now, his back glistens red, I smile and bend down.

“I love you master” I sneer at him kissing him roughly.

“I love you some much mighty Pharaoh, you who is chosen of the gods!” I taunt, gripping his hair again and licking his face, making him wince. I throw his head back on to the ground.

“What to do now, you know I’m still not done with you. I know” I say to him mockingly.

I shove the whips hilt up his ass, his body spasms. I pull the whip out. Poor thing and he’s still conscious... all the more fun for me I guess

I sit down in front of him, pulling his head into my arms, his chest resting on my lap. He’s hyperventilating, I listen too his quick gasps for air.

I gently brush the hair form his face, tilting his head up so his can see my face.

“I hope you learned you lesson” I say to him coldly.

He passes out…

I stand up carrying his body on to the couch that was shoved against the corner. I fold his arms on to his chest, neatly arranging his legs.

(Marik)

Oh gods….

I turned away in the middle of the fight… I can’t watch…

Yami’s screams echo through the air, make it stop…make it stop!

I feel arms around me, Seth holds me close to him self on the floor. I hate Seth, but right now I need some comfort. When it’s over I see Bakura move the unconscious pharaoh on to the couch.

I start to shake; I really don’t want to face Bakura, not after seeing Yami’s bloody body. I watch as Bakura goes into the kitchen and wets some paper towels, wiping off the blood from him self, and then cleaning Yami’s wounds.

When he’s done he sits at the foot of the couch, and stares at Seth and I.

Seth stands up and heads toward the center of the room. Who ever wins this has to face Bakura. I don’t want to face that mad man, but… I have to do it to win my Hikari.

If I don’t there’s no telling what Bakura will do to Malik. And if I have a choice in the matter, I rather it my bloody body on the floor rather then my Hikaris. He’s already experienced the milder version of that whip wielding psycho, there’s no way in hell I’ll let him go through that again.

I stand face to face with Seth, “I wont go easy on you, you caused my death, you caused my hatred to my Hikari, you caused me to do thing to my Hikari I can never undo. I hate you, I was only nice to you because you were my guest, as we stand here, you are my enemy again. I will show no mercy”

He smirks at me, the old look coming back to him. That smug, arrogant, superior look he always wore. This was the Seth I saw back in Ancient Egypt, this is the Seth I’m going to slaughter.

“I don’t need your ‘mercy’, I need you to get on all fours and beg like the slut the Pharaoh made you” he taunts.

I try to tackle him but he steps aside. I should have guessed the Pharaoh’s priest would be well trained in combat.

I look around the room at all the things I could use; Bakura’s whip is lying on the floor. Too bad I don’t know how to use it well. If I picked it up I’d probably end up hurting my self.

A large shard of the table Bakura broke when he first came into the house is still there. I dart for it, picking it us, and scanning the room for Seth’s move.

He’s gone…

I feel something come down on my head. I fall to the ground, my head throbbing, damn priest tried to knock me out. I crawl to my knees, I feel Seth’s foot make contact with my stomach, and I go flying a few feet, skidding across the ru
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I cough up some blood. No… it’s too soon to lose. Seth kneels down in front of my legs. He’s holding the Millennium Rod.

No…

I feel him slip in to ind,ind, ” don’t move your hands”

My hands feel heavy, I can’t lift them, Seth sneers at me. I suddenly feel him push in side of me.

Ra!

I wrench my eyes shut as he pounds in to me. Is this how Yami felt? I stay still and try to loosen up. Bakura and I used to screw like this a lot, Yami probably tried to resist, no wonder he was so bloody.

I loosen up till the pain isn’t that bad. I sigh, ok; I have to think fast, Seth’s force and speed are increasing. I can’t use my arms to push him off me…but…

I wait till he’s on the out ward thrust, when the moment str I k I kick him off of me. He hits the floor, his control over my arms gone. I quickly grab the millennium rod and throw it in to the kitchen. Now he can’t use it on me.

He comes up behind me, pushing me down again, I bite his arm and he yelps and releases me. I drive the wooden spike I was holding right in to his legs, this time he screams.

I try to crawl away from him so I can organize my next attack, I feel some thing wrap around my leg and pull me.

I turn to see Seth holding Bakura’s whip in one hand, and pulling out the wooden spike with the other. He looks really pissed.

He pulls the whip making it release my leg before he brings it down on my leg again. This time a cracking sound is heard as the bone breaks. I cry out and fall down.

He snaps the whip again and the arm opposite my broken leg is broken. I howl in pain and he limps towards me. I try to bit back the tears that threaten to spill down my face.

Seth lashes out the whip again cutting open my shoulder. The pain is becoming over whelming as he strikes out again. The whip wrapping around my neck. He drags me closer to him.

I claw at my throat…I… I can’t breath! I start choking… oh gods… he’s going to strangle me to death…

“Beg, beg dog! Beg you hy phy piece of trash! You and your friends cost me the entire Egyptian kingdom!” He yells at me kicking my stomach again.

He snaps the whip back uncoiling it from around my throat and sending me flying into the wall. My head slams against the hard wood. I feel warm blood trickle down my neck.

I stare at Seth through blurry eyes as he limps closer…no… I can’t give in this easily. I try to stand but I collapse screaming, my leg hurts too much to do any thing.

“You can make it easy for your self, just get on your back and be still while I fuck your brains out. I won’t use the whip, all you have to do is get on your back” he orders me.

I don’t have a choice, I crawl on to my back and he smiles. I can see Bakura through the corner of my eyes. He looks pissed; I’m not sure if it’s because I’m taking orders from my opponent, or because Seth is beating me in to a pulp.

This is the Seth I remember… he hasn’t changed… he was just getting us all to put our guard down. He had this planned the whole time…

He kneels down in front of me again, this time he takes time to admire my pain filled state. He runs fingfingers lightly up my shaft, I hiss.

“What a pretty little Egyptian fuck, no wonder Yami kept you chained to his bed. Do you remember all the things he did too you?” he asks me as he continues to stroke my length.

I nod, my eyes screwed shut. I start panting, it feels good…

“Was it painful? From the way Bakura, fucked Yami, I’d say that Yami was pretty harsh with you two” Seth says teasing me some more.

I nod…

“I’m guessing you were the more submissive one, the one who took Yami’s crap, and didn’t fight back. I can tell you’re an obedient little bed slave” he says his caresses feeling so good.

“I…I’m not a bed s-slave…not any m-more” I choke out.

He chuckles, “I’d say you are, you enjoy being fucked and touched, when you’re beaten you do as you’re told. I think you might even like it. Let me hear you say you like it” Seth asks.

I shake my head…

Seth growls and sticks two fingers in to my slightly bloody entrance. I scream, bucking my hips up.

“Say it!” Seth growls.

I start to cry, “I-I l-like it, I liked b-being touched, and f-fucked”

A sick smile spreads over Seth’s face, “See that wasn’t that bad”

I growl…no… I won’t do this any more! I won’t take this crap; I’m a tomb robber, a murder, a free man!

With my unbroken leg I kick Seth in the balls, he grunts and falls on his back side. I rip the whip out of his hands and throw it in to the kitchen too.

He snarls at me, I punch him like I saw Bakura punch Yami. He falls unconscious; apparently I might have hit him to hard.

I look at Bakura; he gets up and carries Seth’s body over to a large table that hadn’t been broken yet. He shoves all the junk off of it before laying Seth’s body down.

He walks back and kneels down next to me. A smile passes over his lips; I wasn’t sure if it was mocking or pleased.

“You’re next…”

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*hides behind a boulder* Please don’t hurt me! I warned you, I’m sorry if I offended any one… I didn’t mean it, please don’t hurt me! There’s going to be another chapter, please review…