Yugi Fantasy (All)

TITLE: Yugi Fantasy 7: The Dark Side
AUTHOR: Fyrbyrd
CATEGORIES: Drama
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Very Non-consensual. A rape fantasy. Whipping, rimming, Anal, object, lemon.
SPOILERS: Battle City Semi finals.
PAIRINGS: M/Y, B/M/Y
SUMMARY: Yugi’s dark fantasy with Marik, Yami Marik that is.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, they own me!

Author’s Note: WARNING, this is very very dark, and involves a rape fantasy. Don’t like them don’t read. It involves Yugi and Yami Marik, but it is Yugi’s fantasy. It is also the second last. In the beginning this was born from a challenge picture, it was light Marik or Malik in the picture, no spiky hair, but the name was written as Marik in the challenge so I stuck with that. I’m surprised that so few people have actually read “Nudge Nudge Wink Wink” where all of these came from, although I got it in just before the change over. There will also be an end story that is not a fantasy.

Fantasy 7: The Dark Side
By Fyrbyrd

The three lay draped over each other on the bed after their latest session. Yugi had to admit that he was very tired; the sexy pair he had wound up in bed with had worn him out. The others obviously still had not returned, and he wasn’t sure what he would do when they did. There would be no way to hide how tired and sore he was, he’d have to fake being ill so he wouldn’t have to move. Which would not be a bad thing, maybe then he’d have Yami to minister to him and he liked that thought.

Trouble was Bakura saw the secret smile on his face. “So what are you thinking about now, little one?”

“Another of your mind boggling sex fantasies I hope,” added Marik.

‘Oh shit,’ thought Yugi, he definitely did not want them to know exactly what he was thinking, so… “Ah, well, I do have more.”

“Good, do tell,” pushed Bakura, “I’ll never want to read another porn magazine as long as I live.”

“Yeah, come on Yugi, give us another one. What about us? Haven’t you ever fantasized about us?”

“Well, ah… There is one that involves your dark half, Marik. But it’s not exactly a nice one for me.”

“Oh a rape fantasy! What’s the matter Yugi, lots of people have them, come on share, this one I do want to here,” continued Marik.

“Okay then,” sighed Yugi, not sure if he really wanted to share this or not. “This one came to me during Battle City; you know when we were on the blimp after your dark turned up….”

(Fantasy sequence begins)

Yugi woke up hearing his name. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the still puzzle beside his bed. Then he heard it again. It wasn’t Yami’s voice. He looked at his surroundings; there was no one else in his suite on the blimp. He got up, leaving the puzzle where it was and put on his shoes. He wanted to know who was calling him and why. He left the room, but there was no one in the passageway. He was just about to turn back when he heard the distant call again. He turned towards it and followed, maybe someone needed his help. He had left the puzzle behind though, he wondered if he should go back and get it. Maybe he would need Yami’s help. No, he could do some things by himself, couldn’t he?

He wasn’t sure where he was and had to admit that he was a little lost and the corridor here was dark and a little scary. But he still heard his name being called and his curiosity was too powerful. There was an open door and he walked unsuspectingly into it. And of course it closed behind him with an ominous echo.

“Who’s there?” he called wrapping his arms around himself, he wished he had put on his jacket, it was cold here.

“Well, if it isn’t little Yugi,” came the reply.

All Yugi could see was the glowing golden eye, but he knew he was facing Marik, the spiked haired dark version, Yami Marik. Yugi shivered.

“What do you want?”

Marik laughed, “You, little Yugi. I am so glad you left the other runt behind, I will deal with him another day. But right now it’s your turn.”

“Turn for what?” asked Yugi.

“A little punishment.”

“Punishment for what?”

“Being born. Holding arms attack.”

Yugi looked up to see the holding arms appear. He reacted by trying to find somewhere to run, but the room was too dark, he wasn’t even sure of where the door was. It was instinct that made him run, he barely got a few steps before the device grabbed him, locking around his wrists.

“Holding legs attack.”

Yugi was grabbed by these and was helplessly pulled face forward into the Sacred Stone of Oujah. Yugi fought against the bonds, now a little more than terrified at what Marik had planned.

“Well now, look what I have here,” said Marik appearing beside Yugi. “Why you are shaking, is it something that I did?”

“Why are you doing this?” whimpered Yugi.

“Because I can. Because I want to. Because I need to,” he waved a hand and Yugi’s clothes ripped themselves from his body. Yugi was helpless against Marik’s Shadow Magic and he didn’t have his protector with him. “And I wouldn’t try calling for him, he won’t hear you, I made sure of that.” Something appeared in his hand, and Yugi panicked, fighting harder out of shear terror at what he was sure was going to happen to him. “So you know this. Its ancient Egyptian of course, even the Pharaoh’s carried one, along with a crook, crossed so. Marik crossed his arms, the flail in one hand a crook in the other. Marik uncrossed himself and looked at the crook before tossing it away. “Maybe I’ll find a use for that later.”

Yugi could not help the cry escaping him, tears were leaking from his eyes. There was nothing he could do; he was chained to the stone, his arms and legs stretched out above and below him, leaving him completely exposed to whatever Marik wanted. Hanging helpless and naked with a madman standing behind him with a flail in his hands. Yugi heard the whoosh of the strands as they flew through the air and cracked against his back. He screamed with the fire that stung him, but even worse was the knowledge of hearing it being swung back out before Marik launched at him again.

Yugi was hoarse by the time Marik had finished beating him, the fire ran from his shoulders and down to his calves.

Marik tossed the slightly blood covered flail away from him, “Hmm, nice stripes,” his finger traced a welt that had blood leaking from it, he put the finger to his lips and licked up the blood, “Nice tasty stripes.” Marik leaned forward and began to lick at the welts. Yugi arched out, shocked that he felt a degree of pleasure from what the evil bastard was doing to him. Marik laughed against him, pleased with himself. Pleasure and pain, two of his favorite things.

He moved down Yugi’s slim body, licking every stripe he had made on the young man’s skin, knowing that he was torturing Yugi perhaps more than he had done with the whipping, because he knew he was fighting against the pleasure feelings coursing through him. Perhaps ashamed at the way he felt. Marik had his hands sitting gently against Yugi’s sides and he knelt down the lower he got, licking the stripes across Yugi’s buttocks, Yugi pushed back against him even though he moaned, “No.”

Marik pulled back his hands on Yugi’s hips, now was the time for more torture, he took hold of Yugi’s cheeks, parting them to expose his opening to the man. Marik pushed forward his tongue making contact with the puckered hole. Yugi cried out, this time pulling forward to knock his body against the stone, trying to escape the questing tongue, his pelvis against the circle within the eye on the stone. There was no escape. The tongue circled around him before pushing at little inside him, Yugi ground himself against the hard stone, the unexpected friction bring a little life to his own body, albeit an unwanted life.

As the tongue further penetrated him, he found himself rocking back on it, unable to stop the reactions of his body. Marik knew exactly what he was doing as he forced his pointy tongue into the yielding body; he could feel the light sheen of sweat forming on the small body at his mercy. But he was not a merciful man, he pushed in deeper, hearing the boy moaning with each thrust, rocking harder against him, further onto the tongue then into the rock.

Marik pulled out and was very pleased to hear the whimper from above, but he wasn’t finished yet, he stood but moved a hand to push a finger into the slicked opening, pushing in and out, as Yugi continued to rock with him. Marik licked at his shoulder wounds again.

“Hmm, look at you, you want it don’t you, you want me inside you, fucking you hard, don’t you little one,” he licked an ear as he spoke.

“No, no,” Yugi yanked back on the chains almost hitting Marik in the nose. Marik almost lost contact, his finger nearly slipping from where it was lodged. He jabbed it in harder, quickly adding a second one, as he pushed in and out with more force. This time he knew he was hurting Yugi by the pained groans he got from him.

“Little bastard,” he said pulling his fingers out, his eyes fell on the crook he had tossed aside. He picked it up with an evil grin on his face and made sure Yugi could see what he had in his hands.

“Gods, no, please, not that, please Marik, don’t, please don’t,” he knew what Marik was thinking; he wanted so desperately to burrow into the rock to get away from the cruel man.

But Marik was relentless; he pushed the end of the crook inside of Yugi, raping him with the object. There was nothing Yugi could do, tears streamed down his cheeks, there was no pleasure this time, only pain. There seemed to be a momentarily let up as the wooden implement was removed and he heard it hit the floor. But it was only momentary, as the wood was replaced with a rod of metal, and Yugi shivered when he realized exactly what it was being shoved inside him.

Marik laughed as he tormented Yugi with the Millennium Rod. But that too came to an end. Yugi hung from the chains, too weak and tired to fight. He had closed his eyes not really caring about what might come next. Although when it did come he cried out with yet another invasion, as Marik pushed his own erection inside of Yugi’s abused hole. He grabbed a hold of Yugi’s hips to lift him up as he began to thrust into the blood slicked passage.

“Oh sweet Ra, you are tight, so tight and hot.”

Yugi was bent over, but his head occasionally struck the stone on front of him as the man pounded into him harder and harder. And as the man changed the angle of his thrust, Yugi gave out a cry when Marik struck his prostate. Marik continued this angle wanting to hear more cries from his victim. He let go of a hip and slid his hand around to grip Yugi’s cock, pulling it into an erection, forcing arousal from him when he wanted none. But perhaps it was for the best, because as Yugi found his release, his body tightened further around Marik, forcing him of the edge, cumming hard inside of him. Marik collapsed against him, his face buried in Yugi’s spikes as he panted.

“Welcome to the dark side Little Yugi,” said Marik as he slipped from his body.

(Fantasy sequence ends.)

Yugi had felt the two hands on his cock quite some time ago, but when he opened his eyes, the hands had stilled and he looked upon the boggled eyed faces of his bed mates.

“Ah guys?”

They didn’t react.

“Bakura, Marik, come on, are you okay?”

Bakura moved first, and Yugi saw his red erection standing to attention and leaking like crazy. Marik too moved and he was in the same state.

“Gods, I’m so hard I feel like there’s a rock between my legs,” said Bakura.

“Man, me too. Stomach Yugi, now,” ordered Marik. And he pushed Yugi over so he landed with his knees partly beneath him, but his chest on the bed. Marik parted his legs wider.

“No, I need him first,” argued Bakura, trying to push him away.

“I really have no time to wait,” said Marik successfully moving between Yugi’s legs.

“Then where’s the lube? You can fuck Yugi, but your ass is mine.”

Marik moaned as he quickly slicked up Yugi and moved into position above him, before easing himself inside the small body. Then he found fingers between his own cheeks as Bakura quickly prepped him and moved up behind the pair of them. Bakura eased himself inside Marik and Marik began to move inside Yugi, before all three were rocking together, moaning and groaning as their bodies ground together. All three had thought it would not be long before they all came, but in fact they lasted long in the slow fucking they were doing. But in the end, the trio came with a variety of cries and sighs, moans and groans, before collapsing back onto the bed in a messy heap.

“Shit Yugi, you should go into phone sex, I reckon you’d make a fortune.”

“Maybe we could make a business out of it, hey Bakura,” said Marik from beneath him sleepily.

“Sounds good to me, lets sleep on it hey?”

Yugi lay there with Marik still inside him, wondering just how he had gotten him self into this in the first place, but at the same time, enjoying every minute of it.

THE END.