Touch The Stars

Touch the Stars

Hato chiisai

Disclaimer: No own.

YAOI WARNING

Pharaoh- Marik- telekinetic

Emperor- Bakura- telepath

King- Yami- teleporter

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Chapter 3

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Marik sat straight up and watching intensely as Ryou stumbled into the room, still between the two soldiers. The boy was hidden in a silvery cloak, but Marik could tell by how he moved that the Prince was ready to collapse from exhaustion any second. He even seemed almost grateful when he was shoved to his knees before Marik. In fact, he went a bit further, and braced himself on his hands and let his head hang, completely hiding himself from view.

Ignoring the whispering around the room, Marik stood from his throne and descened the steps that it was perched atop to get a closer look at this valuable catch. After all, the only two more valuable would be King Yami and Emperor Bakura. He never did think much of Prince Yugi.

He snatched the remote control from Commander Anak and deactivated the Chain Energy, motioning for the gaurds to move away from their captive. He smirked to himself and narrowed his eyes. There was a gold flash and a golden eye began to glow on his forehead as he reached out for his telekinetic powers.

Ryou squeaked as he was jerked to his feet and held there by an unseen force, before his cloak was suddenly ripped form his body. He felt the force leave, but he forced himself to remain standing, staring in rigid fear at Marik, who was now circling him slowly. Though he was fully clothed, Ryou felt naked under the Pharaoh’s gaze.

Marik eyed Ryou’s long legs, encased in tight, but not form fitting white leather, and black boots that came almost up to his knees. He wore a loose white tunic that was open all the way down to the black belt, showing the tight black shirt underneath. His long silvery hair was tied back loosely with a black ribbon. He winced when he felt nimble fingers in his hair, pulling out the ribbon, letting his silver hair fall around his shoulders. Marik continued to circle the boy.

Well, he certainly was small. He had seen Emperor Bakura in person, and he was nearly as tall as the Pharaoh. While this boy had Bakura’s eyes, hair and skin, he was smaller, slimmer, softer and had nothing of his older brother’s attitude, strength, or courage. In fact, he was shaking like a leaf in a gale, and obviously terrified.

Completely circling Ryou, he reached out and gripped the Prince’s chin in his fingers and forced him to look at him. He opened his mouth to speak to the captive, when the doors to the throne room banged open, admitting a cocky young man with a smug smirk on his face and a bit of a strut in his step. Marik watched the boy come with amused affection, and released Ryou, who turned to see what new danger had just walked in the door.

“Well, that’s it. The Romans are gone.” He was saying. “And Czar Seto finally fled, so the Hittites are leaderless. And the Pheonecians are prepared to follow. No surprise, it was their alliance with the Hittites that kept us from bringing down Caesar Jounochi. They have both fled to King Yami. What did I tell you? I told you that there was something going on between Jounochi and Seto. Unfortunately, Prince Mokuba and Princess Shizuka were able to slip through our clutches as well.” Marik chuckled.

“Well, if you would pay more attention to your surroundings, my dear brother, you would notice that the Assyrian Prince did not.”

“Huh?”

“Malik… turn around.” Marik snickered, and Malik did, his mouth dropping open. Ryou gulped as the Egyptonian Prince, Malik, strode up to him.

“How the hell did you get him?!” Malik gasped, and Marik laughed.

“He was going to meet Prince Yugi to negotiate a peace treaty and join forces with the Sumerians against us. One of my cruisers captured his transport, kidnapped the Prince and killed everyone else. It will be so much fun when we decide to give that fool Bakura a call. He’s like that idiot, Seto.” And Marik reached out and grabbed Ryou’s chin again, staring deep into terrified eyes. “His soft spot is his brother.” Ryou whimpered slightly, and Marik released him.

“He’s kinda cute, no?” Malik said, inspecting Ryou for himself. Ryou shuddered at the lustful glint in the Egyptonian’s eyes. He had heard many things about the Royal Brothers, including their ravenous sexual appetite for both women and men. “Can I have him?”

“Stop that, Malik.” Marik said, with an amused grin. “I want him.” The room grew quiet, and Ryou jerked away from Malik, and stared fearfully as Marik slowly stalked him. Then, something snapped in him, and he turned and ran. He knew he could never escape the planet, but right now, he just wanted to escape the royal brothers that were chasing him.

He didn’t even make it to doors before Marik brought him crashing painfully to the floor and flipped him onto his back pinning him down.

“GET OFF OF ME!!!” Ryou screamed. “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!!!” Marik chuckled, feeling the violent tremors in the body beneath his thighs. He grinned and bent over so that his face was inches from Ryou’s.

“No.” He hissed, and moved in to kiss the boy. But Ryou screamed and whipped his head to the side. Marik grunted and transferred both of the boy’s wrists into one hand and gripped his jaw. But Ryou whipped it out of the Pharaoh’s grasp and sunk his teeth into the man’s hand, biting hard, drawing blood, and refusing to let go.

“GAAH!!!” Marik yelped, and tried to jerk his hand away, but the Assyrian Prince refused to let go. He released the boy’s wrists and raised his hand, striking Ryou hard across the face. Ryou yelped and Marik scrambled away, looking down at the damage done to his hand.

“The kid has balls.” Malik said, leaning on his older brother. “And a good set of teeth too, apparently.”

“Shut up.” Marik snapped, and Malik laughed, going over to Ryou, and kneeling beside him. This time, he pinned the boy down, but didn’t get near his mouth. He slid his hand down the boy’s chest and stomach, and then moved his hand between the Prince’s legs, squeezing harshly. He watched as Ryou screamed and began sobbing. Malik grunted and nodded, then stood, leaving Ryou alone, simply watching him scuttle away from him and into the wall. Malik returned to his brother, who was still muttering about his hand.

“Want my diagnosis on the kid?”

“Hmph.”

“He’s a virgin.” Malik said, and Marik froze. Malik grinned, knowing that he had just said the magic word. Marik always did have a thing for virgins, the way Malik always had a thing for being able to tell whether or not someone was a virgin. “And you know what else?” Malik said.

“What?” Marik asked, now undressing Ryou with his eyes.

“I don’t think he’s even had his first kiss.” Malik said, and Marik grunted and looked down at his hand. “This one is a complete innocent.”

“That would explain a lot.” He muttered, but now, he faced a new problem. He wanted that boy in his bed. He wanted his body. He wanted the Assyrian Prince’s virginity. He grunted. That would be like bitch slapping Bakura. ‘Hello Emperor Bakura, Pharaoh Marik here. I’m sure you know that I have your brother by now. Oh, by the way, he’s not a virgin anymore. Sorry about that, but what can I say, he was a great fuck.’ Marik grinned to himself at that. But then, another idea began to form… If he raped the Prince, Bakura would go into a frenzy and would attack Egyptonia directly, probably with Yami at his side. And judging by Malik’s news, Seto and Jonouchi as well… Marik knew that he couldn’t fend off an attack like that. But wouldn’t it add insult to injury if Ryou was his willing bed partner?

“I know that look.” Malik muttered to his older brother. “You have a plan.”

“Yes…” Marik drawled, and signaled to the Commander. “Take the boy to the dungeons. I want information from him. Torture him to get it.” Anak grinned evilly. “But you are not to touch him. His virginity is to remain intact, on penalty of losing your own manhood, no matter who does it, got it?”

“Yessir.”

“There are to be no marks on him. Use that new device, the, watchamacalit….”

“Nerve Stimulator.” Malik provided, and Marik nodded his thanks.

“Yes the Nerve Stimulator. He is not to know that it is my orders that brought him the pain. For this plan to work I need him to trust me.”

“Sir?”

“You heard me. You are in charge. Should something go wrong, you, and all the others who come in contact with the Prince down there will pay.”

“Yes sir.” The Commander said, and Marik turned.

“Take him to the dungeons!” He called, and Ryou whimpered as he was jerked to his feet and the chain energy was re-activated. “And he is not to be harmed in any way. Is this understood?!”

“YES SIR!!” Came the answer from the dozen guards that dragged Ryou from the room. Marik watched them go with a smirk. Soon, very soon, the Assyrian Prince would willingly lie beneath him in his bed. But until that time, he needed to find a substitute. He moved up to his throne and sat down, beckoning one of the many willing women up to him, and pulling his growing erection out. The woman took it into her mouth and began to suck, and Marik groaned softly, before turning to look at his brother, who looked amused, but not surprised.

“So, tell me again about the Hittites and the Pheonecians?”

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