I'm Sorry

I’m Sorry

Hato-chiisai

Disclaimer- No own. Fuck off.

YAOI WARNING

This fic contains rape

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Isis Ishtar sighed and opened the mailbox, muttering about her lazy younger brother, Malik, and his lazier yami, Marik. She looked through the mail as she went into the kitchen, glancing at her brother, who was listening to his headphones and dancing as he made macaroni and cheese. He smiled and gave Isis a hug and a kiss on the cheek, before going back to the macaroni. After a while, he noticed her going through the bills that had come in the mail. He took off the headphones.

"Anything for me?" He asked, as she went through the mail.

"Gee, I wonder..." Isis drawled. She frowned at the large wad of magazines. Malik filled out every free subscription card he could find. "Malik..." She found one of the few magazines that Malik paid for; with HER credit card. Malik grinned, and snatched the dirty magazine from her, along with his other magazines, looking excited as he spotted Cosmopolitan. A white envelope dropped to the floor, and Malik picked it up, seeing his name on it. Suddenly, he made a double take. It didn't say Malik. It said Marik. Malik blinked. Who would be writing to his yami?! No one outside of his group of friends really knew about Marik! He shrugged, and went into the living room, where Marik was watching COPS.

"Here." Malik said, holding out the envelope.

"What is it?" Marik asked, not looking away from the screen.

"Mail." Malik said, and Marik looked up.

"Mail?"

"Mail."

"For me?"

"For you." Malik smirked as Marik took the letter and opened it, then sighed and went up to his room to read his magazines. Marik watched him go, and then unfolded the type written letter.

Marik-

I've had all I can take, and I can't take anymore. I have to put an end to what has been happening to me, but I can't do it alone. I need your help. You're the only one who CAN help. Meet me in the park under the big oak by the fish fountain tonight at 11. Come alone.

A friend

The yami blinked, and turned the letter over, looking for anything else, but found nothing.

"Odd...." He murmured to himself, debating whether or not he should go. He quickly decided yes; he was curious. He smirked. He could just hear Malik scolding him. 'Curiosity killed the cat.' Marik grinned and chuckled. "But satisfaction brought it back." He mused to himself, and went back to COPS.

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Marik Ishtar frowned at the drizzle that dampened his hair, and pulled his leather jacket closer around himself as he got off of his motorcycle. He entered the park, eyes darting everywhere, looking for any sign of something odd. He reached the big oak, and checked his watch. 10: 58. He grunted, and leaned against the tree, looking around for whoever had sent him the letter that sat in his pocket. He reached into his jacket and brushed his fingers over the Millennium Rod, reassuring himself with its presence. Marik jumped when someone cleared their throat, and he whirled.
You?You?!" Seto Kaiba snapped, and Marik glared.

"What are you doing here, rich boy?!" Marik snarled.

"I'm not helping you." Seto growled, and Marik snorted.

"Who ever said I wanted your help?" The yami stated, rolling his eyes.

"Then why'd you send the letter?" Seto demanded, and Marik stared at him.

"Letter?" Marik asked, taking a step towards the teenage CEO. Seto pulled out a rumpled piece of paper, and handed it to Marik. Marik read it and stared. IT was exactly identical to the letter he had received, only with Seto's name in place of his. "You got one too?"

"What do you mean, 'too'?" Seto asked, and Marik handed Seto his letter. Seto glanced at it, and frowned.

"I don't like this." Marik said. "Who the hell wants us?"

"How should I know?!" Seto snapped. "But I'm leaving."

"Me too." Marik said, and they began walking away.

"You could at least hear me befobefore you leave." A soft voice said, making Marik and Seto jump. They whirled as a small figure walked out of the shadows from the trees not far from them. The light rain glittered in the pale hair that hid dark eyes. Marik's eyes widened.

"Ryou?" He called, and Ryou Bakura walked up to them, looking oddly depressed. Seto blinked.

"Ryou? Did you summon us here?" Ryou gulped, and nodded.

"What's wrong?!" Marik asked, placing his hands on Ryou's shoulders. The taller boys stared down at Ryou. They both had a soft spot in their hearts for the timid boy, and were genuinely concerned.

"I need your help." Ryou murmured, staring at the ground. "We need to go somewhere more... private."

"We can go to my house." Seto said, and after a moment Ryou nodded.

"That would be good." The boy said, and shivered. Marik suddenly noticed that Ryou was simply in jeans and a t-shirt, and it was nearly freezing.

"Ryou?! Where's your jacket?!" The yami asked, sternly, and Ryou shivered again, the rain making him even colder.

"Oh, I don't know. I must havegottgotten it."

"Come here." Seto said, and flung his long coat around Ryou's shoulders. Marik snickered at the sight of Ryou in a coat that was far too big for him; it practically swallowed him up. Even Seto cracked a smile at the sight of the albino. "My limo is this way." He said, guiding Ryou, and after a pause, beckoning Marik to follow. They walked out of the park, silently, and climbed into the waiting vehicle. Seto picked up a phone, and said 'Home', and the limo pulled onto the street.

"Ryou, you're soaking." Marik stated. "How long have you been out in the rain?"

"Umm, I don't know. I was nervous about meeting you guys, so I left the house at nine and I've been walking around the park ever since."

"Ryou! It was pouring at ten!!" Seto scolded.

"Yeah." Ryou said, and shivered.

"Whatever you want to talk to us about, it can wait." Marik said. "You need to get a hot bath and some soup in you." Seto nodded his agreement. Ryou sighed, and then nodded.

"All right. No use in getting sick, I suppose." Within minutes, they were running from the limo to the front door of Seto's manor. Once inside, Seto sent Ryou to the main guest room to shower, giving him some of his pajamas, and then went to the kitchen, where Marik was heating Ryou some soup.

"So..." Seto said, as he entered. "Any idea as to what would have made Ryou come to us for help?"

"I think the question is, why did he come to US and not the Pharaoh....." Marik said, frowning. Seto thought about this, and then nodded.

"Hmmm...." HE said, and Marik removed the soup from the microwave and followed Seto up to the guestroom. They sat down at the small circular table in the corner, and waited for Ryou. After a little bit, the door opened, and the two men looked up, smiling at the sight of Ryou in Seto's blue pajamas. Marik smiled fondly at the boy as he shuffled over to them, his feet and hands devoured by the long pants and sleeves. Marik and Seto snickered when Ryou stumbled over the long pants, and blushed, before quickly sitting down. Seto pushed the bowl of soup to Ryou, who ate it, hungrily. They let Ryou eat for a while, but when he slowed down, Seto spoke.

"Ryou, tell us what's wrong." Ryou paused, and took one more bite of soup before setting the spoon down and staring into the half empty bowl.

"It, its Bakura." Ryou said. Marik frowned.

"Is he hurting you?" The yami asked.

"Well.... kind of."

"Kind of? How can he kind of hurt you?!" Seto snarled. "I thought he'd never hurt you again!"

"Well... You see... He doesn't mean to. He's just being careless. But... I try to tell him he's hurting me, but he ignores me and keeps going!" A small tear slipped down Ryou's cheek, and he sniffled. "I show him the bruises, but he shrugs it off and goes back to his business, and then hurts me again!"

"Bruises?!"

"Ryou, why come to us?" Seto asked, over Marik's angry shout.

"Because. I don't want Yami to banish him over something so small. I..... You don't get it......." Ryou said, and stood, moving over to the bed. Slowly, he removed the shirt his back to Seto and Marik who watched him, curiously, as they did not see any bruises on his back. Ryou turned and looked at them, then slid the pants off of his hips and down his thighs. Seto and Marik’s eyes widened at this unexpected move. Ryou looked at them, mournfully, and then lay back onto the bed. After a moment’s hesitation, he spread his legs. Marik and Seto's mouths fell open, and felt their faces heat up.

"Look..." Ryou said, and they slowly stood and approached the boy sprawled on the bed. They stopped, and their eyes widened as they stared down at Ryou. His eyes were closed, his hands fisted by his head, and another tear was trickling down his face. When he heard Marik and Seto curse, he knew they saw it.

"Holy shit....." Seto gasped.

"Fuck, Ryou!" Marik yelped.

They stared down at Ryou's hips and thighs. His inner thighs were completely black and purple, edged in blue. His hips were dotted black and blue, and even green in places. Tell tale bruises marred Ryou's ivory skin, betraying where Bakura's fingers had gripped his body. The two men slowly sat down on either side of Ryou, staring in horror at his bruises. Marik slowly reached out his hand and brushed his fingers over Ryou's bruised thigh, and the boy whimpered. Both Seto and Marik felt their hearts go out to Ryou. Marik pulled Ryou up into his arms and held him, gently. Ryou hid his face into Marik's chest and sniffled, drawing his knees up to his chest. He felt Seto's hand on his shoulder, and slowly looked at him.

"What do you want us to do?" Seto asked, and Ryou sniffled.

"If he won't listen to me when I TELL him how it feels, then maybe he'll pay attention if he feels it himself." The two tallers sts stared at each other, and then looked down at Ryou.

"Say what?!" Seto gasped.

"I want you to take Bakura, and take him hard." Ryou said an angry tone in his voice. "I've tried to get him to listen to me for months, but he won't. I love him with all my heart, but I can't take it any longer. I wouldn't be surprised if he broke bones next time. It's supposed to feel good, not hurt! And if he won't listen, then I'll have to get the message across another way!"

"You want us to rape Bakura?" Seto said, wondering if Ryou had lost his marbles. "Are you nuts?!"

"It'll only be rape if he makes it rape. And, I know you wouldn’t want to, Seto, but I know Marik can do it." Marik blinked at Ryou's words. "I want you to kidnap him. Scare him. It'll get the point across better. Please. I love him, and I want to... BE with him, but he hurts me..." Marik and Seto glanced at each other, and Marik sighed.

"What's your plan?"

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Seto and Marik, clad in black, climbed out of the limo and looked at Ryou's house. They had planned late into the night and agreed to make their move two days after. Now, they were ready to take action. They snuck to the side of the house and entered the side door that Ryou had left open for them. A muffled yelp reached their ears, and Marik scowled.

"Dammit. Bakura won't even give Ryou a chance to recover..." The yami snarled, and he moved up the stairs, with Seto on his heels. They crept down the hall towards Ryou's room, where they could hear the pair engaged in intercourse. They could hear their bodies slamming together. They could hear Bakura's pleasured pants and groans, and Ryou's pained cries. After an especially loud cry, they heard Ryou whimpering.

"B-Bakura! Please! Stop! Stop it! Bakura, you, you're hurting me! Stop!" Marik slowly cracked the door open a bit, and looked in; Seto refused to. Marik winced at the sight of Bakura slamming carelessly into his delicaoverover, not noticing the pained grimace on Ryou's face, nor the sharp cries that accompanied every thrust. Bakura gripped one of Ryou's legs and forced it up over his shoulder before pulling Ryou's hips hard into his thrusts, which became more forceful. Ryou yelped and whined for a while, before he arched his back pain, then whimpered as he felt Bakura's climax. Bakura slumped forwards and Ryou yelped again when his leg was bent back under Bakura's weight, so that his knee nearly hit him in the head. Ryou squirmed to get out from unBakuBakura, but the yami grumbled something and Ryou stopped, letting his head fall back onto the pillows, his teeth clenched at the pain in his thin frame. Marik looked back at Seto and nodded. Seto moved up near him and pulled on the black mask that covered his entire head, revealing only his eyes. Marik pulled on one as well and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"I'll get Bakura; I know what he does when he struggles. You see if Ryou's okay." Marik hissed, and Seto nodded.

"Let's do it." Seto muttered, and they burst into the room. Bakura jumped and whirled, but was quickly pounced on and hand cuffed.

"What the fuck--” Bakura yelped, as he was gagged. Ryou yelped again when Bakura was jerked off of him, and Seto rushed to his side.

"Are you all right?" He whispered, over Bakura and Marik's struggles. win winced, and nodded.

"Y-yeah... I'm okay." He whimpered, glancing down at the blood smeared on his thighs, and cringed. "LET GO OF ME!" Ryou shouted, as Seto dragged him off of the bed, putting on a show for Bakura, who was half panicked. Seto cuffed Ryou's wrists behind him, and gagged and blindfolded him, before lifting a knife to his throat. Marik disguised his voice and hissed into Bakura's ear when the yami tensed at the sight of the stranger threatening hight.ght.

"You will cooperate, or we'll slit his throat." Marik hissed, and after a moment, Bakura allowed himself to go limp, and stop fighting. "Good boy..." Marik cooed, watching Seto wrapping Ryou up in the blanket on the bed and tossing him over his shoulder. Marik followed the example, blindfolding Bakura before tossing the sheets around him and lifting him over his shoulder. The pair carried the yami and hikari from the house and tossed them into the back of Se lim limo. Bakura was dumped onto the floor, and Marik kicked him.

"Don't move." He snapped, and Bakura lay still, worried about his light. Seto, in the meantime, had released Ryou's wrists and removed the gag and blindfold. Ryou pulled the blanket closer around him and stared down at his yami on the floor of the car, before letting his head fall to Marik's shoulder. Marik put an arm around him and hugged him, gently. After a ten minute ride, the car slowed to a stond Bnd Bakura lifted his head. He was extremely worried about Ryou, since he couldn't contact him through their link, since Ryou was not wearing the Ring when they were kidnapped. He grit his teeth when he was tossed over a shoulder again, and carried indoors. Ryou and Seto followed Marik into the closest bedroom, where the tan yami dumped his load. Bakura grunted as he fell onto the mattress and turned his head about, wildly, trying to learn what he could about his surroundings.

He thrashed against Marik as he stripped the sheets from him, leaving Bakura naked on the bed. Bakura managed to get the gag out of his mouth and he snarled.

"Get the fuck away from me!" HE snapped.

"Behave..." Marik drawled.

"Where's Ryou?!" Bakura demanded.

"Right here." Marik said, and beckoned Ryou over. He shoved Ryou onto the bed, so he landed half onto Bakura. Bakura turned his head towards Ryou, who laid his head on Bakura's shoulders, letting the tomb raider know it was him. Marik pulled Ryou back, and Bakura struggled "L "Let go of him!" He shouted. Marik slapped Bakura in the face.

"Silence!" He snapped. "You have a choice." Bakura gasped when Marik flipped him onto his back and spread his legs, getting between them.

"GET OFF!!" Bakura roared, struggling.

"You have a choice." Marik said again. "You or him." Ryou gave a timely yelp from across the room where Seto had been helping him get cleaned up, and accidentally prodded a bruise. Bakura went mad, thrashing and struggling.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" He demanded, loudly.

"Then submit yourself to me." Marik hissed. Bakura struggled a bit more, but when Ryou yelped again, then whimpered, glaring at Seto who had bumped a bruise again, he let his body relax.

"Fine. Just leave him alone." Bakura snarled, and grit his teeth. Marik smirked, and glanced back at Ryou and Seto when Ryou sque.
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"Knock it off and leave him alone!" Marik snapped at Seto, before Bakura could blow his top. Seto smirked and Marik grinned, thoroughly enjoying this fun new game Ryou had come up with.

"Fine...." Seto drawled, and winked at Ryou, handing him the clothes that Ryou had worn the night he had come to the pair for help. Seto had them cleaned, and watched Ryou get dressed now that HE had been cleaned. Ryou swallowed, and looked at Marik, who was looking at him, for the go-ahead. Ryou bit his lip, thinking. HE looked at Bakura, flat on his back with his wrists cuffed beneath him. The blindfold was still on, and his teeth were clenched in fury. His chest rose and fell as his breathes came harshly, another sign is iis intense anger. He felt his heart soften towards his yami, realizing what the yami thought he was doing. As far as Bakura knew, he was sacrificing himself for the safety of his light, and Ryou was ready to call the whole thing off right there. But when he moved towards the two yamis, he winced at the pain between his legs. He frowned. As much as he loved Bakura, he could not take his yami's rough lovemaking anymore. He looked atik, ik, and nodded.

Marik turned back to Bakura, and unzipped his pants, freeing his length. He stroked himself a moment, arousing himself until he felt ready. In the mean time, Bakura began squirming and shifting, nervously.

"If you're gonna do it, then get if over with, dammit." He snarled. Marik looked at him, and Seto came up behind Ryou, and pinched his arm, drawing a startled yip from the small boy. Bakura lifted his head. "HEY! Keep your filthy hands off of him!" Marik lifted Bakura's legs over his shoulders and pinned the pale Yami's upper body to the bed.

"Behave." He snapped, and Bakura spat in his face. Marik blinked, and then looked back at Ryou as to what to do. Ryou blinked, then turned, grabbed Seto and jerked him onto the bed, on top of him. Ryou let out a yelp when Seto's knee hit his bruised thigh. Ryou then kissed Seto, and poked him, jerking Seto out of his daze. The CEO dominated the kiss and got into the mood, pinning Ryou down and kissing him forcefully. Ryou whimpered and sobbed slightly, knowing that would get a reaction from Bakura.

"NO!" Bakura screamed, and fought. "Get off of him! Leave him alone! Please! Stop!" Ryou gave Marik thumbs up.

"Fine. Stop!" Marik said, and Seto released Ryou, who gasped for breath. "Put the gag back in!" Marik said, winking, then looked down at Bakura, who was fuming. "All right. You want it, you got it." And he thrust into the smaller yami. Bakura threw his head back and cried out in pain. Marik didn't even pause before he began roughly screwing his old friend, slamming into him as hard as he could. Ryou winced, and looked away for the first few minutes, just listening to Bakura yelp and whimper in pain for what felt like forever to the pale hikari.

"P-please!" Bakura whimpered after a while, and Ryou turned and stared at his yami. "Ah! Please! It hurts!" Marik glanced at Ryou who was frowning at Bakura. Bakura bit his lower lip, whimpers continuing to rise from his throat. Ryou looked up at Marik and mouthed 'Harder.' Marik blinked, then nodded, and thrust into Bakura, violently.

"AH! STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE! IT HURTS! PLEASE, STOP IT!!!" Bakura writhed in pain, and Ryou watched the blood that coated Marik's penis, and was getting smeared onto Bakura's thighs. Marik closed his eyes and kept going, trying to hold off his orgasm. Bakura struggled as much as he could, crying at the pain that he was being subjected to. Finally, Marik gasped, and released into Bakura's beaten body. He backed off of the bed and fell onto his ass, gasping for breath.

"You fucker... Ba Bakura hissed, and shifted his hips slightly, wincing at the pain that lanced up his spine. Ryou watched Bakura closely, then turned and looked at Seto.

"It's not enough." HE whispered, and Seto blinked. "I know Bakura far too well; I think Marik needs to take him again to get the point across." Seto glanced at Marik.

"I don't think he can. Marik looks worn out." The CEO whispered back into Ryou's ear. Ryou frowned and thought.

"I don't think I could do it...." Ryou said. "He'd know it was me in a heartbeat. I'm surprised he didn't recognize Marik." Seto nodded.

"Then I'll do it." He muttered, and approached Bakura. Ryou stared, amazed, as Seto unfastened his pants, revealing his definite arousal. He positioned himself between Bakura's legs, who nearly sobbed at the presence of another person about to rape him. Seto looked at Ryou for permission. Ryou nodded, and Seto entered Bakura swiftly, drawing a startled scream from the albino yami. Though is wasn't his way of doing things, Seto fucked Bakura as hard as he could, making the yami scream and cry more than he had with Marik. Ryou, in the meantime, knelt by Marik.

"You okay?" Ryou asked, and Marik nodded, wiping the sweat from his face.

"I couldn't do it, Ryou." Marik whispered. "I love Bakura. I could have hurt him so much more, but I held back."

"I understand. It's why I couldn't do this myself. I could never bring myself to hurt him."

"I don't think you're strong enough." Marik teased, and Ryou smiled, then stood, slowly walking around the bed watching the scene play out. After nearly ten minutes of agonizing pain for Bakura, the man raping him gasped and filled Bakura's body with his release, then backed off quickly. Marik stood, looking at Ryou to see if he wanted them to take Bakura for another round. Ryou shook his head, and stripped his clothes off, then moved between Bakura's legs himself. Marik and Seto stared. Ryou moved into position, letting the tip of his penis rub against Bakura's tortured entrance.

"No!" Bakura sobbed. "Please no! It hurts! It hurt so much!" Ryou sighed, and bent over Bakura, letting his lips brush his lover's ear.

"It does, doesn't it?" Ryou whispered, and Bakura stiffened, and then turned his head.

"Ryou!?" He gasped, and Ryou kissed him, gently. "Are you all right?!"

"That depends, Bakura." Ryou said, softly, and removed the blindfold from his yami. Bakura looked around, and his eyes fell on Seto and Marik, naked, their nether regions smeared in blood; his blood. Bakura's eyes widened and he looked at Ryou, and back to Seto and Marik.

"What the fuck is going on?!?" He roared, and Ryou removed his handcuffs. Bakura leapt to attack Seto and Marik but Ryou held him back, and he toppled to the floor at the pain in his lower body.

"How does it feel Bakura?" Seto spat.

"You fucking bastard!!" Bakura snarled.

"Shut the fuck up, Bakura!" Marik snapped. "You do the exact Ra damned thing to Ryou, so stop complaining!" Bakura looked at Marik, anger evident on his face.

"WHAT?!" He shouted. Marik slowly knelt before Bakura.

"Bakura, Ryou came to Seto and me the other day. He wanted our help. Apparently, you've been hurting him while making love to him for months, and he couldn't take it anymore. He tried to tell you himself, but you'd never listen." Bakura blinked, and then looked at Ryou. Ryou knelt, and looked down at his own lap, and Bakura followed his gaze. A small cry of shock fell from his lips asgazegazed upon his hikari's bruised flesh.

"I, I did that?!" He gasped. "Ryou, why didn't you tell me?!"

"I did!" Ryou shouted. "I've told you, I've showed you the bruises, but you never pay attention to me! The only time you ever pay attention to me is when you're fucking me, and ethenthen, you don't listen! I can't tell you how many times I've screamed at you to stop while you had sex with me! That you were hurting me! Exactly the way YOU did with Seto and Marik! I've done that every damn time for over a month! But you never listen to me anymore....." Ryou sniffled, and looked down. Bakura stared at Ryou, and then pulled him into his chest.

"Oh, Ryou.... I'm so sorry." He whimpered, and rocked his hikari, gently. Marik glanced up as Seto went into the bathroom to get cleaned up, before he put his hand on Bakura's shoulder.

"Bakura?" He asked, softly, and the yami looked at him. "I'm, uh, I'm sorry I hurt you." Bakura frowned, and looked away.

"Don't apologize." He said. "I deserved it. Thanks Marik."

".......... For what?"

"For taking care of Ryou." Bakura said, and kissed his light's forehead. Seto emerged from the bathroom then, and looked at them.

"You two can stay here tonight." He said. "Marik, if you want to stay with them, fine, otherwise, there's a room across the hall you can use." Marik nodded and stood, gathering his clothes, and approaching Seto.

"I think they need some time alone." He said quietly, and Seto nodded before following Marik out of the room, both still in the nude.

"You don't think they'll end up fucking, do you?" Bakura mused, watching them go. Ryou giggled.

"Marik and Seto? Hah! Not a chance!" Bakura grinned at Ryou and stood, wincing.

"Ah! I think I should get cleaned up, too." HE said, and Ryou smiled, standing as well.

"As long as I get to come." Ryou said, and Bakura smiled, when the hikari let him lean on him. The two filled the tub with warm water and climbed in, never saying a word. They silently bathed each other, stealing a kiss every now and then, and then proceeded to sit in the warm water and cuddle, for the next hour. When they finally got around to getting out, neither put on pajamas, they simply climbed in bed and snuggled with each other, lovingly, until they drifted off to sleep...

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In the sequel, Yami and Ahmose get mysterious notes very similar to the ones Ryou sent Marik and Seto............

SEQUEL: I Forgive You