Cruel Dark

Cold Dark

Chapter Two

Marik glares at the soulless body in the bed, hooked up to stupid medical machines that couldn’t help, it’s obviously useless. It's been two days since his little visit with Ryou, everyone else on the accursed ship seemed to disappear, not that he really looked, all that matters is he's still here, and so is his little Ryou. He brushes the bangs away from the eyes of the soulless body, letting his hand caress the smooth skin of Ryou's cheek, his eyes soften and he sighs.

"Lets see how that wound is," Marik talks to him as if he was awake, the thought of Ryou awake would usually make Marik happy, but right now he's just content at staring at the docile Hikari. He puts his arms under the boy, carefully rolling him over on his stomach, having to do it slowly so he doesn't drop the boy on the tile floor and ruin his toy. When in the position wanted Marik removes white locks from a pale neck, showing the bandages there.

After discovering the mark on the soul of Ryou, he had checked his real body, finding the mark he carved the tattoo off, leaving him to play doctor, cleaning the wound and bandaging him up.

"I'll make a mental note to play this game when you're awake," he informs the boy, as if he would somehow hear, but of course he couldn't, if he did he would cringe at the thought of such a game. Marik pulls the bandages off, looking at the damage done, four gashes run sideways, and eight going down against the wording, all likely to scar, but the horrid words that were once there are gone, that's what matters to Marik. He turns to a drawer, reaching in he grabs a bottle of cleaning alcohol, screwing off the top he pours, just a little on the wound. "I wonder, if you were here, what would you do? I know it must be painful, would you scream? Struggle? Cry?"

Marik imagines the boy awake, gripping on to the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, begging for the pain to stop, pleading for Marik to make it all better. Marik imagines himself petting his toys hair, telling him it'll be okay, it's almost over. Marik licks his lips, the mere thought of it driving him wild. The thought of Ryou reaching out to him, coming to him for comfort, and Marik, being who he is, taken advantage of it.

"I change my mind, I think I'll pay you a visit my pet," a wicked smile spreads across his face, but little does he know, that smile is gonna be removed real soon.

"I think your friend has come to join us," A certain person lets a fanged grin grace his pinkish lips, cruel eyes that resemble dried blood staring straight ahead, waiting to catch sight of their 'guest'. Ryou shivers under his Yami's pets when he says these words, he squeezes his legs even closer to his nude form.

Marik's good mood sinks at the sight before him, he came to see his little pet, and what does he see, Bakura standing by his Ryou, petting his Ryou's hair.

"How did you get here?" Marik growls, all the sudden only a few feet from the Yami and Hikari, Bakura's grin widens.

"Did you think you could get away with my property that easily?" Bakura questions back, violet eyes narrow, of course he did, there was no possible way that Bakura could be here, yet here he is. "You see, we're connected by the soul, as long as he's alive I can find him," Bakura informs Marik, this does not help the rod wielder's mood one bit.

"What do you want tomb robber?" The name said with as much malice as possible, making Ryou flinch, but not effecting Bakura a bit. Something flashes in Bakura's eyes, there and gone to fast for Marik to recognize.

"Well I believe there's some revenge do, and just my luck I have something that you want," Bakura looks down at the trembling teen by his legs. Marik growls pulling his fist back, and letting it fly, Bakura easily dodges, and gets a hit at the attacker instead, sending him back a few steps, the thief king laughs at Mariks pathetic attempt. "Ryou stand up," Ryou looks up pleadingly at his Yami, but Bakura has no sympathy, so he stands, cheeks on fire, eyes downcast, and hands trying to cover his indecency. Ryou lets out a squeak like noise as his back is pulled firmly to Bakura's chest, Bakura's arm securing Ryou to himself.

Marik wants to beat the bloody pope out of Bakura for touching his toy, but he can't seem to move a muscle, only watch as if in a trance as Bakura's hands roam over Ryou's flesh.

Ryou jumps when one of Bakura's hands squeezes a pink nub, his other hand resting on Ryou's stomach. The smaller presses closer to his Yami's chest wanting to get away from the unwanted touches. In response Bakura attacks Ryou's neck with kisses and none to gentle nips, making Ryou bite his lip so not to cry out.

"Pl-please Ba-Bakur-sama," Ryou pleads, to afraid and flustered to possibly speak correctly.

"Yes, that's right Ryou, beg for more," Bakura says, making sure the other Yami heard. Bakura's cruel brown eyes meet Marik's violet ones as his tongue slides up the unwilling Hikari's throat, the action making Ryou shiver in fear, but both yami's mistake it as anticipation. "Tell me Marik, what do you think of my Ryou's body?" Bakura questions, squeezing another pink nub, only pissing off Marik, that should be him, not Bakura.

The hand that was on Ryou's stomach moves to his chin, tilting the boys head towards him and taking his mouth. Bakura's tongue slides across Ryou's lips, when Ryou refuses to open Bakura bites down on his bottom lip. Using Ryou's muffled cry of pain to his advantage he slips his tongue into the sweet cavern, tasting his innocent Hikari.

Ryou pleads with himself to not let the tears fall, but they do, though this doesn't discourage Bakura one bit. The white haired yami pulls away to taste the salty liquid, much like when Marik done it, Ryou's face distorts in disgust. A high pitched squeak like noise leaves Ryou's lips when Bakura hand goes down to the smaller boys member.

"Bakura that's enough!" Marik yells, Bakura's smirk widens as he caresses Ryou, making the boy hard against his will.

Ryou bites his lip, trying to suppress the moan, not wanting to enjoy this, but it can't be helped, the moan spills from his lips. Soon Ryou's writhing and whining at Bakura's tease, his breath a little labored, hands reaching back to grip onto Bakura's pants.

"He's an impatient one isn't he?" Bakura questions Marik, seeing how angered he can make the other Yami. Marik bites his lip, feelings something twitch in his pants, he's mixed between lust and anger.

"Damn it Bakura!" Bakura side steps the angry Yami when he goes for an attack, Marik hardly misses hitting Ryou, who was dragged along. "I'm gonna kill you when I get my hands on you!" He yells, going to strike again, a yelp from Ryou stops him in his tracks.

Blood gathers at the surface of pale skin and crimson slithers down Ryou's shoulder from his neck, a few tendrils of snow white hair being tainted red. Bakura pulls his teeth from the boy.

"Calm yourself or I'll take him right here, even if this is in the shadow realm, I'll still be his first ever, you wouldn't like that, would you?" Bakura questions, Marik gives him no answer, there's no need, they both know that's not what he wants. "Now where were we Landlord?" Bakura smirks, enjoying this game.

Ryou didn't even hear his yami's question, his mind to clouded with lust, confusion, and pain.

"Hikari, I asked you a question," Bakura whispers in the teens ear, the warm breath making Ryou gasp, bringing him back to reality.

"Bakura-s-sama," the boy all but whines, wanting the yami to continue what he was doing, needing to release. A chuckle rumbles in Bakura's chest as the boy looks back at him with wanting eyes. "Ple-please," Ryou still in his trance cares for nothing else but his yami's touch at the moment.

A moan is forced from Ryou's lips when Bakura's fingers wrap around Ryou's neglected member. All while Bakura pumps Ryou he stares at Marik, teasing him while Ryou whines, thrusts, and moans.

Ryou can feel his climax coming, his member weeping precum.

Bakura slides his free hand around Ryou's chest then slowly lowers it to above Ryou's hip, applying pressure and effectively stopping Ryou's eager thrusts, making the light whine.

Perspiration drips down his face, his eyes close, his breath becomes uneven, so close, and then Bakura pulls away. Ryou whines at the loss, especially when he was so close. He reaches for his member, needing to release, but Bakura's hand stops him.

"You touch yourself and I just might have to punish you," Bakura's tells Ryou, Ryou nods showing he understands, being the only thing he can do at the moment. "Such a good little whore aren't you?" Bakura's tone is mocking, and Ryou relieses this went to far, Ryou shakes his head.

"No," he whines, I'm not a whore.

"Yes, your my whore," The tears that Ryou stopped only moments ago resurfaces, he shakes his head in disbelief feeling so filthy. "Turn around," Ryou does as told, big, brown eyes begging for this whole thing to end. "That's a good boy," Bakura isn't looking at Ryou, but at a glaring Marik.

Ryou gasps as Bakura runs a finger under his manhood, making him bite back a moan. The urge to touch himself stronger than before.

"On your knees now," It was an order, with no room for questioning, Ryou does as told. Ryou clenches and unclenches his fists, wanting relief so badly, but to afraid to try anything, and not wanting to seem like a whore. The sound of a zipper brings Ryou's attention elsewhere.

Ryou's face turns crimson and he looks away from the sight before him, closing his eyes.

"Open your mouth," Ryou knows that disobeying his Yami is the worst thing to do, but he can't do this, this is wrong, why is Bakura making him do this?

"I-I c-c-can't" how pathetic he sounds, it matches his feelings precisely, then the words Bakura said only seconds ago enter his mind, your my whore. "I'm not a wh-whore!" He yells, tears pricking at his eyes, though at this moment that exactly what he feels like.

"Do as your told!" Ryou jumps knowing a beating is just around the corner by the intensity of his Yami's voice, he regretfully does what he feels is all to wrong. The teen feels as if he's gonna be sick when Bakura enters his mouth, yet he knows he can do nothing about it. "Suck," a growl rumbles in Bakura's throat at the feel of Ryou's warm mouth around him, pleasuring him. "Fuck Ryou," he groans, grabbing the Hikari's silky white hair.

Ryou follows every command given to him if anything just hoping to get through with this and hopefully just forget it all. Ryou supposes that he wasn't going fast enough for his yami because the larger whitenett had became rough taking things into his own hands, ramming his cock down poor Ryou's throat, the young, inexperienced one in response started to choke, this didn't slow Bakura down one bit, on the contrary to Ryou it felt like he was speeding up. Ryou's eyes widen in complete shock and misery as a disgusting, salty tasting liquid fills his mouth, he cannot help but swallow, it was between that and keeping it in his mouth, for Bakura was still occupying the only other exit.

Bakura finally pulls back after Ryou engulfs his seed, the smirk on his lips only getting wider when he sees the small trail of white fluent spill from the side of his crying Hikari's lip, the boy unable to swallow all of it.

Now that he has his mouth to himself all Ryou can do is sob, and cry out his sorrows at the thought of what just happened, though he's been crying so much his tears have yet to cease. I'm not a whore, he tries to remind himself, but he doesn't sound convinced. A whimper escapes him when the hand, yet to leave his hair, pulls him up, till he's faced with Bakura's chest on wobbly legs. A callous thumb traces along Ryou's sore lips before wiping something from his chin.

"Lick it off," Though the order is attended for the pale boy in front of him, Bakura is still watching the tanned Egyptian a few feet away, there's no hiding the tent in his pants. Bakura marvels as his sweet, innocent Hikari does as told looking all to ashamed with himself, and while that small, pink muscle cleans his thumb Marik looks all the more uncomfortable.

"Are you finished now?" It's the first time Marik has talked in a long time and it's hard to pick it up but his words are a little strained.

"What's the hurry tomb keeper, you seem to be enjoying yourself," Bakura's voice is silk hiding a dagger, " or am I mistaken?"

"Bastard," The Egyptian growls, knowing exactly where Bakura is looking, it surely isn't Marik's face.

A yelp escapes Ryou's lips at a extremely cruel tug of his hair.

"Remember what position you are in, it is not a good one to be insulting me in," Bakura warns the other yami. A dark smirk over takes the white haired yami, and he kisses Ryou on the forehead, Ryou shivers at the contact, knowing it's not a sign of affection but apart of this sick thing, he's not even sure what to call this situation. "I got a horny little virgin, what else could I do?" Bakura mocks," I know."

"That's enough, I'll do what ever you want, now stop."


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