Sleepwalk Dance

A/N: I don’t own YuGiOh.


Sleepwalk Dance

Chapter 3: Marik and Honda


Mokuba watched Yugi lead Bakura out of the room, pleased that Yugi ended up with a challenge; his lover was a force to be reckoned with in the bedroom. He pulled out the slips of paper he had stashed in his pocket with a feeling of twisted glee. He and Yugi had spent hours of sadistic joy puzzling over ideas and preparing the rooms for the party. They were all a bit different, taking different quirks and personalities into consideration. And now that the names were being drawn it was proving to be time well spent. Trying to contain his smile, he watched Marik pull Honda’s name from the bowl. Earlier Yugi had been talking to a very irritated Honda about his station in these events. Seto had deemed him uke and there was little he could do about it; even he wasn’t stupid enough to cross the CEO. Mokuba selected a slip of paper and handed it to Marik as they passed – the perfect room for butting heads.

Marik passed the paper to Honda and ordered him to lead the way. Marik smirked when Honda bristled, enjoying his irritation. Honda kept his comment to himself, virtually biting his tongue in half with the effort. Honda would never admit to being unnerved by the Egyptian, but frankly the man freaked him out. However, if Malik could live with the man unscathed then he could handle him for one night. Plus he was never one to turn down sex, regardless of the situation.

They wound their way down multiple corridors, Marik getting increasingly annoyed over the time it was taking. “Are you reading that right?”

“Yes! If you didn’t think I could, then why did you give it to me in the first place?” Honda shot a look at Marik, who smirked in return.

“Feisty, aren’t we?”

Honda growled in frustration and ignored him, continuing down the last corridor and stopping before a set of double doors. Honda hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grabbing the knob.

“Nervous?” Marik couldn’t hide his amusement nor squander a chance to intimidate.

“No!” Honda stepped inside, and stopped short, swearing under his breath while resisting the urge to turn and run. “Those sadistic bastards did this on purpose.”

The room was filled with Marik’s laughter as he noticed the sources of Honda’s distress. Much like Yugi’s room, this one was lit by candlelight with a large four-poster bed dominating the room. Attached to the posts at the head of the bed were padded handcuffs on 12-inch chains. Next to the bed on the nightstand was a large bottle of lubricant and a wide assortment of sex toys.

“What’s the matter? Afraid you can’t handle me?” Marik smirked, enjoying the fire in Honda’s eyes.

“I think it’s you who can’t handle me.”

“Listen, uke, I’m always up for a challenge – just make sure you don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

“You should hope I won’t bite, and I’m not uke.” Honda clenched his hands into fists, walking across the room. “Goddamn Seto, this is all his fault.”

Marik could feel himself growing hard just from watching the anger building in the brown haired man. He wouldn’t deny that Honda had a nice body, toned and muscled despite his lanky frame, but he’d seen the man in action and had respect for a guy who could not only throw a punch, but take one as well. He licked his lips in anticipation – subduing this one would be fun.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” Marik’s erection got even harder when Honda spun around and glared. “I can be a fair man if need be, how about we make a deal?” Marik motioned toward the handcuffs on the bed. “If you can subdue me, then I’ll be uke – if not, you’re all mine.”

Honda thought about this for a moment and nodded; if he was going to be uke it wasn’t without a fight. “Alright, but a deal’s a deal. If I subdue you there’s no turning back.” Honda slipped out of his jacket and tossed it aside. “Ready?”

Marik flashed him a feral grin and nodded; the game was on. He braced his legs apart and motioned for Honda to make the first move. Honda wasted no time and launched himself at the larger man, propelling him towards the bed. Honda wrapped his arms around Marik’s middle in a futile attempt to pick him up, amazed at the muscle he felt beneath his shirt.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Marik threw himself backwards onto the bed, taking Honda with him. He used Honda’s confusion to his advantage as he flipped him over and pinned him effortlessly. “You have to do better than that, uke.”

Honda grabbed Marik’s arm and twisted it, pushing himself up and over until he was straddling the grinning Egyptian. Honda was panting for breath from the exertion and was shocked to see that Marik wasn’t remotely winded. He could also feel Marik’s sizable erection underneath him; Marik was getting turned on from this.

“Are you ready to give up yet, uke?” Marik thrust his hips upwards, bucking Honda and shifting enough to feel that Honda was getting equally aroused.

“If you hadn’t noticed, I’m on top.”

“Mmm…and it feels good too.” Marik thrust upwards again, looking at Honda knowingly. “But I wouldn’t get too comfortable.”

Before Honda knew it he was pinned again. He could see the muscles rippling beneath Marik’s shirt as Marik held his wrists firmly against the bed and grinned. “I like you, you’re tenacious.” Marik lowered his head and kissed Honda, enjoying as he futilely struggled before succumbing to Marik’s searing mouth. Honda moaned beneath him, gently tugging at his hand until his captor released it. Honda stroked his free hand down Marik’s back, willing himself not to smile and give himself away. Marik had assumed he’d won and didn’t notice the position they were in on the bed. Honda had to admit that Marik had strength on his side, so he had to work around that. He made sure Marik was focused on the kiss, pushing his hips upward to increase the friction, and moved fast. He grabbed the handcuff that was lying on the bed next to his head and snapped it around Marik’s wrist.

“What the fuck?” Marik move to pull away and realized his new position. Honda took this opportunity to wriggle out from under Marik and lunge for the other cuff. Marik was quicker despite his restraint and grabbed Honda around the waist, pulling him down before snapping the other cuff around Honda’s wrist.

“Shit!” Honda rolled over, breathing heavily and looking at the evil glint in the Egyptian’s eye.

“At least you can’t run now.”

Marik maneuvered around the cuff and managed once again to pin Honda. “I have to say I’m pleasantly surprised; I didn’t think you had this much fight in you.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“Promises, promises.”

Soon they were kissing frantically, both of them extremely aroused by the struggle. Honda moaned as Marik rubbed against him while nipping down his neck, pulling at his clothes. Marik got up and kneeled next to Honda, pulling off his shirt, leaving it dangling from the chain attached to his wrist. Honda’s eyes explored his toned muscled torso before following suit.

“Why don’t we undo my cuff and I promise you I’ll give you something you’ll never forget.” Marik smirked, trailing a finger down Honda’s cheek.

“Not on your life.” Honda smiled, refusing to give in.

Marik ran a hand over Honda’s chest and tweaked his nipple none too gently. Honda moaned in response. “You like it rough. Good.”

Marik wrapped his hand around the post of the bed, securing his restrained arm for leverage and sliding his other arm around Honda’s waist, pulling him closer. Their kisses were carnal and rough, leaving red marks on their skin, their lips quickly swollen. Honda deftly undid Marik’s pants with one hand and slipped his free hand inside, pleased that he was wearing nothing underneath to get in the way. He wrapped his hand around the sizable erection and squeezed.

“You could always undo my cuff.” Honda smirked, squeezing harder.

“I think not. I fear we’re at an impasse, we’ll just have to work around it.” Marik undid Honda’s pants, and pulled them off his hips, boxers and all. Honda sat down to rid himself of his pants and watched as Marik did the same. Having only one arm proved to be awkward, but they were adapting. Marik pushed him down and pulled him to the middle of the bed causing him to groan over the stress being put on his secured arm. Marik moved himself as far as his restraint would allow and again found Honda’s mouth. He kissed lower, teasing Honda’s nipple with his tongue before biting into it, causing Honda to arch up and cry out in pleasure from the rough play.

Marik started stroking him, moving himself up on his knees and positioning himself in front of Honda’s face, grinning. “Suck it.”

Marik could tell Honda was turned on by this demand, feeling the cock in his hand twitch and grow harder still. Marik tightened his grip, eliciting a moan from Honda, who rolled to his side, his restrained arm held behind him, and took Marik into his mouth. Marik growled deep in his throat and thrust his hips forward as Honda expertly engulfed him. He pulled away before Marik could come, smirking at the disgruntled look on the Egyptian’s face. He roughly pulled Honda up so they were face to face, kissing him hard.

“Stand up.” Marik’s voice was harsh and demanding as he nudged him to hurry.

Honda grabbed the bedpost and pulled himself to standing, immediately rewarded by a hot mouth enveloping him. Marik quickly brought him to the edge before pulling away, leaving Honda panting with need. Two could play this game. Honda dropped back to his knees, wondering how much more of this he could take. He refused to give in without a fight – he was seme, goddamn it – unfortunately it appeared that Marik was just as stubborn. The two men teased each other for an hour more, both their bodies slick with sweat and both their cocks throbbing painfully for release.

“Honda, if you’re not going to give in, then you have to let me go or I’m going to fuck you whether you let me or not.”

Honda felt his resolve weakening, the need for release clouding his judgment. He reached towards the nightstand to grab the lube and noticed the forgotten sex toys out for display. “I’ll let you fuck me if-” he smirked at Marik evilly, grabbing a large dildo and holding it up. “If I get to use this on you.”

Marik’s looked at the toy in his hand and nodded in agreement; if he didn’t come soon he was going to die. Honda reached over with his free hand and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. He kissed Marik, running his hand lightly across his straining erection and pulled him down to all fours. Honda quickly lubed the giant rubber cock and leaned over, slowly sliding into Marik. Marik moaned as the dildo hit his prostate and took Honda into his mouth. Honda fucked Marik’s mouth as he manipulated the toy, realizing that Marik liked it more than he’d admit. Marik pulled his mouth away and grabbed Honda’s hips, pivoting him around and bending him over. He slathered his cock with lube and using all his restraint slid slowly into Honda’s opening.

Honda moaned low in his throat and pressed back against Marik, urging him on. Marik had held back enough, fucking Honda like a wild man, the dildo still fully imbedded in him, adding to his pleasure. He knew he wouldn’t last after all the torture so he reached around and pumped Honda in time with his thrusts. They both came like shots, their orgasms incredibly overpowering after all that holding back. They collapsed in a heap, shaking from their release. Marik was the first to move, pulling the dildo from his ass and immediately whacking Honda with it.

“Ow! What did you do that for?”

“For being so fucking difficult. Now give me the key, I need to take a piss.”

“I don’t have the key.”

“What the fuck?” Marik growled, lunging over Honda and pawing through the nightstand in search of the key. “Where is the fucking key?”

“I don’t know!” Honda pushed Marik off him and sat up, scanning the room.

“What kind of idiot handcuffs someone without looking for the key first?”

“That would be you! I had already done you, you’re the one who locked me up before I could look.” Honda came across the glint of the key on the bureau across from the bed, just lying there. “Found it.”

Marik followed Honda’s gaze and swore when he saw the key; he was running out of what little patience he had. He stood up on the bed and kicked the post with his bare foot, pleased with the loud crack. After two more blows he managed to break the wood and slip the other end of the cuff through. “Now don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” Marik went into the adjoining bath, his laughter trailing behind him.

Honda jumped up, trying to mimic Marik’s escape but unable to do more than make the bed shake. Damn – Marik splintered the thing with his bare foot! Marik returned from the bathroom, grinning evilly and snagging the key off the bureau. “Well, well, well…I guess the fun is just beginning.” Marik unlocked the cuff from his wrist and headed toward the bed. “Seeing you like to play with toys so much, I’ll let you choose which one I use on you first.”

Honda’s body deceived him as he felt himself harden at the prospect. Marik may have the upper hand, but he wasn’t going to make it easy.


To be continued…


A/N: I truly bit off more than I could chew with this pairing, Marik and Honda thoroughly kicked my ass! I hope it was somewhat believable and enjoyable. Next up, Yami and Ryou.