Trial By Nightmare

Shadow Marik slid Malik’s shirt down his shoulders slowly. He bit his bottem lip as he gazed
upon Malik’s perfection.
Malik stood still looking down at his light in wonder.
“Marik....I never....”
Shadow Marik reached up and lightly kissed Malik.
“Your mouth......so hot.....” he moaned against Malik’s lips.
Malik let out a little whimper....as Shadow Marik’s tounge found it’s way to his. Malik flinched
away. Shadow Marik grabbed Malik’s hair roughly.
“Don’t fight this Malik, you know it’s what you’ve always wanted.” he growled.
Malik looked at his light helplessly.
“But, but.....this isn’t right...Marik....why?”
Shadow Marik nipped at Malik’s earlobe erotically.
“Marik....you’re tearing me up. This is cruel. I want to love you, but I know it’s not right. My
senses are spinning out of control.......I want to touch you....but I...I ....”
Shadow Marik cracked an evil grin and snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, they were in a bedroom, surrounded by dozens of lit candles. Malik could smell the
light aroma of lotus in the air. A single glass of wine sitting on the bedstand sparkled from the
candle light.
Malik’s wrists were still handcuffed tightly. He was was standing at the foot of the bed, and
Shadow Marik was no longer infront of him.
“Where did you go?” he called out.
Suddenly, he felt a finger tapping lightly on his shoulder. It startled him, and caused him to jump a
little.
“I’m right here.....my love” Shadow Marik said in a low sexy voice.
“Thank gods, you scared me!”
Shadow Marik let out a low raspy laugh. He slapped Malik across the face hard, than grabbed
him by his shoulders. He dug his fingers into Malik’s tanned skin, leaving tiny scratches as he
threw him violently down onto the bed.
“What the FUCK!” Malik said with shock in his voice.
Shadow Marik laughed as he pulled out a small dagger.
Malik swallowed hard,
“W-What’s that for?”
Shadow Marik threw off his dark cloak, revealing what he had on underneath; black leather pants
that were so tight they left nothing to the imagination, no shirt, and a spikey leather collar around
him neck. He wore to wristbands that matched the collar. Shadow Marik got on the bed and
straddled Malik’s hips. He looked down at Malik and drew the dagger lightly down his chest,
down to his navel.
“Get ready for the ride of your life......or shall say, afterlife.......Malik Ishtar.

Malik swallowed audibly as Marik brought the dagger up.
“Please.....don’t” Malik squeaked.
Marik ignored his plea and brought the dagger down.......but what? Malik felt nothing. He tilted
his head up and was surprised to find he wasn’t bleeding at all. The dagger never touched him.
Instead, Marik had brought the dagger down on his own palm. Marik tossed the dagger aside and
watched the fresh blood flowing from the wound. The blood trickled down his hand, and dripped
onto Malik’s abdomen.
Malik couldn’t believe what Marik had just done, but something else bothered him too. Marik’s
blood was cold as ice on his stomach.
“Marik......you’re blood....like ice.”
Shadow Marik smiled as he leaned over Malik and ran his bloody palm down Malik’s cheek.
“We’re more alike than you think......now shut up and kiss me.” he said sharply.
Marik captured Malik’s lips in a forceful kiss as his hands explored Malik’s body, leaving bloody
trails.
“Oh gods’ Malik moaned as Marik slid his pants off.
After Malik was shed of his pants, Marik kissed his way down Malik’s stomach, until he found
what he was after.
Malik’s breathing got faster.
“Marik....oh gods....yeah.........” he whimpered as his light’s mouth worked it’s magic.
Shadow Marik teased Maliks growing manhood until he was ready for something else.
Malik whimpered as Marik pulled his lips away.
“Don’t....stop....I’m mean, we can’t.....oh gods I’m so torn.”
Marik stabilized himself on his knees and grinned.
“Welcome to the party, Ishtar.....it’s only me and you. You just close your eyes and let me show
you the kind of guy I truely am.”
A somewhat scared cry escaped Maliks lips.
Shadow Malik grabbed Malik’s manhood and jerked as hard as he could. Malik cried out in
pleasure and pain.
“Don’t be scared....Just do what I say and everything will be fine.”
Malik bit his bottem lip and nodded.
Shadow Marik grinevilevilly as he slithered on top of Malik,
“First things first....drink this” he instructed as he picked up the wine glass and held it infront of
Malik.
Malik tilted his head up and sipped the wine, not taking his eyes off of Marik’s. Marik than
brought the glass to his own lips and took a small sip.
“Now take another sip” Marik said in a low seductive voice. Malik took another sip. Marik
purposely tipped the glass to much, sending a stream of wine out the side of Malik’s mouth and
down his neck.
“Let me get that” Marik grinned as he sensually slid his tounge over the spilled wine and lapped it
up. He brought his lips back up to Malik’s.
“Tastes.....so.....sweet” Malik panted as their mouths met.
Marik chuckled evilly,
“Now......Kiss me....like you mean it.”
Malik nodded his head again and covered Marik’s mouth with his own.
Their tounges explored the warmth of each other’s wine flavored mouths. Malik knew where this
was going...and though he didn’t think it was right, it still felt very good.
Marik grabbed a nearby tube of lubricant and squirted some of it into his hand.
He reached down and began stroking Malik’s throbbing member.
Malik couldn’t control himself any longer.
He swung his handcuffed wrists around the back of Marik’s head and pulled his face closer to his.
“Faster” he panted as his shadow light stroked him.
Shadow Marik whimpered in pain from the hardness of his own growing, neglected member and
slid his hand down further between Mariks legs. He found Malik’s entrance and slowly inserted
his lubed finger.
Malik let out a painful cry as his vigin ass was penetrated.
Marik smiled evilly. Malik whimpered as Marik’s finger messaged the inner walls of his entrance.
Marik seemed to get only more turned on from hearing him in pain.
Marik slowly introduced a second finger, causing Malik to let out a loud gasp.
Malik gripped Marik’s hair and pulled it roughly as Marik slid his fingers in and out of him, faster
now.
Malik could feel an overpowering sensation starting to grow inside of him. His body shook
violently underneath Marik’s.
“please......take.....handcuffs......off” His breathing was irregular, he was losing all willpower.
Marik ignored his plea, and slowly removed his fingers.
Malik arched his back and pressed himself against Marik begging for more. Sweat was beading up
on his forehead. Mariks damp hair tickled his chest as he reached for the lube and squirted more in
his hand, coating his erection with the gel.
Marik positioned his hips to enter Malik.
Malik suddenly felt scared again.
“No.....we can’t.....this is...OWE!” he cried out as Marik shoved himself violently inside of his
tight opening. Malik struggled to pull away, but Marik held his ground firmly.
Marik stroked Malik’s neglected member to ease the pain. Malik screamed out Marik’s name as
he felt himself nearing climax.
Marik stroked Malik faster as he pushed in and out of him roughly.
Sweat dripped from Marik’s hair and mixed with the blood on Malik’s face. The taste of the
salty mixture, mixed with sweetness of the wine lingering on thieir lips, drove Malik over the
edge.
His body began to release violently into the hand of his light.
At the same time, Shadow Malik cried out as he climaxed inside of Malik. He collapsed ontop of
Malik completely out of breath. Malik closed his eyes. He could feel Marik’s heart beating rapidly
as he laid across his bare chest.
“Holy shit.....Marik......that was........amazing.” Malik panted.
“Do I look like MARIK?” a new voice replied sharply.
Malik snapped his eyes open and was shocked to find Bakura standing over him, with his hands
on his hips.
“Oh....Bakura.....how’d you, where’s.....holy shit.” Malik stammered. as he sat up. The handcuffs
were no longer binding his wrists, and he was fully dressed.
Bakura stood over him with a quizzical look.
“Why were you on your ass Ishtar? I thought we were suppose to be looking for your girlfriend.”
Malik stood up and dusted himself off.
“I was.....I just got caught up in a shadow dream, that’s all.”
“Must have been one hell of a shadow dream there Ishtar, I could hear you screaming from a mile
away.” Bakura chuckled.
Malik glared at Bakura.
“Fuck off, I should kick your ass for saying that.”
Bakura pouted his bottem lip.
“Awe, why would you want to do that now? I find your girlfriend and you threaten to kick me
ass? How rude.”
Malik perked up when Bakura mentioned Caroline.
“You found her? Where is she?” Malik answered back in a nicer tone of voice.
“Right here you freak!” Caroline jumped out from behind Bakura and punched Malik square in
the mouth before he could say another word.
Malik fell backwards onto his butt. He covered his mouth with his hand and looked up at Caroline
in sheer shock. Caroline rubbed her fist and stepped back next to Bakura.
“What did you do that for?” Malik ask her as he rubbed his sore jaw.
Caroline rolled her eyes.
“Bakura told me everything Malik. I can’t believe you sent me here! I should
fucken........grrrrr.....nevermind. Let’s just find Yami and get home.”
She held out her hand to help Malik up. He cautiously reached up and took hold of it.
Caroline pulled him to his feet and surprisingly, she hugged him tightly. Malik liked hugs better
than punches, so he hugged her back.
“I’m sorry for what I did to you, I promise, I’ve learned my lesson. Once we return home I swear
I’ll make up for all my mistakes.” he whispered into her ear.
Bakura let out a low, irritated growl,
“Okay, enough mushy shit, let’s fucking find Yami and get the hell out of here.”


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