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Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,813
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One: The Hollywood Ending
Title: Don’t Look Back
Author: MarikIshtar77
Summary: Malik dies a painful shitty death. Marik feels like fuck, so he ventures into the afterlife to get Malik back.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s):Marik/Malik Ishtar
Feedback: Desired.
Characters: Marik, Malik, Bakura, Ryou, Atem, Yugi... and a few cameos of other charaters
Betas: Cassy, Angela, and Shar
Author’s notes: I’m shooting to have this story finished by Halloween. Wish me luck with that one.
*disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Don’t Look Back
Chapter One: The Hollywood Ending
Marik grinned deviously as he made his way through the crowded nightclub. Flashing lights danced around him, and the deep bass from the music playing vibrated in his ears. Scantily clad men and women danced provocatively all around him. He walked up behind a slender tri-color haired man and wrapped his arms around the man’s tiny waist, grinding his crotch against the man’s backside. “Hey, Pharaoh,” he purred in his ear, tracing his tongue along the Pharoah’s earlobe.
“Hello, Marik, quite the party here,” the former ruler grinned, tilting his head back against Marik’s shoulder, looking at him.
Marik turned the Pharaoh around and brought him into a deep kiss. “Mmm...Atem, you taste like cherry.”
“Must be the booze,” Atem chuckled, licking over the wetness Marik had left on his lips.
Marik reached up and touched the Pharaoh’s cheek. “I’m glad you’re here. Was Yugi able to make it?”
Atem nodded his head and looked around the busy nightclub. “He’s around here somewhere.”
Marik laughed as he gave the Pharaoh a playful smack on the ass.
Atem shook his head and hoisted himself up onto a bar stool. “I suppose I should be congratulating you. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get back in time for the wedding. Being the King of Games is quite taxing on one’s social life.”
Marik clapped his hand over his mouth. “Shit! I’m married; I almost forgot!”
“Forgot about Malik? You’re shitting me, right?”
Marik bit his lower lip and scratched his head. “I’d better go see if I can find him. I’ll see you later.”
Atem put his hand on Marik shoulder and nodded his head sharply. “Yes, you should probably go be with your new husband on your wedding night.”
Marik gave the Pharaoh a quick parting kiss on the cheek and started walking through the crowd again, searching for his lover.
A man with wispy blonde hair waved as Marik drew nearer to him. “Hey you crazy bastard, congratulations! So how does it feel being a married man now?”
Marik looked up at the blonde and grinned. “HA, Joey...you ignorant fool, thanks. I honestly can’t tell you how it feels, I can’t even find my sexy little husband. Have you seen Malik anywhere?”
“Actually, I think I saw him leave like...two hours ago or so. He looked a little pissed off.”
Marik cocked his head curiously. “Malik left?”
Joey shrugged his shoulders. “I think so, I mean..I ain’t seen him or anything since than.”
‘He must be waiting for me at home,’ Marik thought to himself. ‘I bet he’s all excited about consummating our marriage and is waiting for me in bed naked with a bottle of chocolate syrup and handcuffs..’
“Uh...Marik? You feelin’ okay?” Joey asked curiously, noticing the far off look in Marik’s eyes.
Marik snapped back into reality and shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Yes, I’m just fine. I’ll see you around. I have to go track down my new hubby.”
Joey grinned and winked at Marik. “Haha! You go, Marik! Have fun, and take it easy on him. I heard he’s a virgin...unlike you, ya horny dawg!”
Marik stuck his tongue out at Joey. He grabbed his crotch and made a lewd gesture. “Suck it, bitch. You’re just jealous that my man is hotter than your’s.”
“Malik may be hotter than Tristan, but I’m not complaining. The sex is great, what more could I want?”
“A man with a normal hair style, possibly?”
“Ah, shut up, man, he can’t help he wasn’t born with luscious blonde hair like us, give the dude a break. Speaking of Trissy-Poo, I better go see if he’s done barfing yet. Congratulations again, Marik. I hope all goes well for you and Malik.”
Marik smirked, “It will once I have him bent over the kitchen table screaming and trembling in sexual ecstasy.” The newlywed Egyptian leaned over and kissed Joey on the lips. “I’ll see you and Tristan after I get back from my honeymoon in two weeks.”
Joey nodded his head and touched his fingers to his lips. “Yeah, see ya.”
Marik continued heading out of the club, stopping to kiss a few more people. He met up with a few friends out in the parking lot, which held him up for even longer. By the time he made it home to his new husband, it was already very early the next day.
He found Malik upstairs in their bedroom fast asleep on their king-size water bed.
Marik turned on the lamp next to the bed and crawled on the bed next to his new husband. “Hey, baby...I missed you,” he whispered seductively into Malik’s ear, nipping at his lover’s dangly gold earring.
“Go. Away.” Malik snarled at him, turning his head and burying his face in his soft, white pillow.
Marik put his hand on the blanket covering Malik’s hip. “What? Go away? But why?”
Marik could hear Malik’s muffled whimpers and sniffles. He gently kissed his lover’s cheek. “Malik? Baby? Are you crying? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
Marik looked around the room. He noticed the expensive white suit Malik had worn for their wedding was laying on the edge of the bed; each piece of clothing stained with tears and ripped in half. He reached down and picked up one of the sleeves. “Don’t lie to me, Malik. It’s obvious something is wrong. Why won’t you talk to me?”
“Hmph,” Malik grunted, covering his head with his pillow.
Marik grabbed the pillow off Malik’s head and threw it on the floor. He turned Malik over and saw that his eyes were red and puffy. It looked as if he’d been crying ...a lot. He reached out to touch Malik’s cheek, but Malik jerked his head and looked away.
“Don’t touch me, I mean it, Marik.”
Marik shook his head. “But Malik, we’re married now, you’re my husband...what the fuck is your problem?”
Malik sat up quickly, his lavender eyes flashing with anger. He clenched his fists and glared at Marik. “We’re married? You could have fooled me! After we said our vows, you disappeared! I saw you with all those guys tonight, kissing and touching them all over, freely offering yourself to them all. Do you know how that made me feel? You ignored me the entire time! No shit I have a problem! I love you Marik, and I don’t want to share my husband with anybody else!” Malik threw off the covers and stormed out of the bedroom.
Marik threw his hands on his head and ran his fingers back through his spiky blonde hair. “Shit, I think I fucked up, I better go talk to him.”
Marik slid off the bed and walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall. “Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who’s the sexiest, bad ass muthafucker of them all? Oh yeah, it’s me, damn I’m sexy, Mmm Mmm..”
Suddenly, Marik heard Malik scream. He quickly rushed out into the hall. “Malik! Malik!” He shouted as he looked around for his new husband. He spotted him laying motionless out on the patio. A long black snake slithered away from the scene. Marik gasp in horror and kneeled next to his husband. “Oh my gods no, MALIK!”
“Darkness...” Malik whimpered as he reached up and lightly touched Marik’s cheek. His breathing was growing shallow and his eyes were beginning to glaze over. The snake’s poison was quickly coursing through his veins.
Marik scooped Malik up into his strong arms and cradled him. “Malik, no...please! You can’t die on me, I..I..-I need you!”
Malik’s eyes rolled back in his head. The poison from the toxic snakebite quickly over took his body. His hand fell slowly from Marik’s cheek. “Love.. you..Marik, remember...me...”
Malik sighed a final sigh as his body went limp. He died right there in Marik’s arms.
*********************************************
“It’s been long enough, Marik. You have to quit blaming yourself, ” Atem said as he filled himself a glass of wine.
Marik laid quietly on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, surrounded by slowly burning white candles. “It’s not the sort of thing you just ‘get over’, Pharaoh. Malik was my husband, I loved -love him.”
Atem took a sip of his wine and set the glass on the end table next to the sofa. “You’ve got to get on with your life, you owe it to his memory.”
Marik slowly sat up and let out a low, angry growl. “It’s my fault he’s gone.”
Atem sat next to Marik and put his hand on the grieving Egyptian’s shoulder. “So what do you expect to do about it? Hop on the next boat to the Tuat and pick him up? Marik, be honest with yourself, Malik is gone. There is nothing you can do. You need to leave him alone and go on without him.”
Marik perked up and cocked his head curiously. “The Tuat? What is that? How do I get there?”
Atem shook his head. “It’s the Realm of the Dead, and you don’t,” he said firmly as he stood up and picked up his glass of wine.
Marik quickly got off the sofa and sided up to the Pharaoh. “But you came back, why can’t Malik? Tell me how you did it, Atem.”
Atem tipped his wine glass to his lips. His piercing crimson eyes looked deep into Marik’s somber indigo orbs. After taking a drink, he licked his lips and shook his head. “Malik is only mortal. No mortal man has ever journeyed to the Tuat and returned.”
Marik’s eyes filled with hope. “Pharaoh, you must tell me how I can get to the Realm of the Dead so I may bring my husband back.”
Atem shook his head and started walking out of the room. “I’m sorry Marik, it’s just too dangerous. I’ll have no part of this.”
Marik wasn’t going to let the Pharaoh’s words stop him. Nothing was going to stand in his way of getting his beloved Malik back.
Marik spent the next few days educating himself on the ancient scriptures. He found a verse in the ancient texts that mentioned the Tuat being located under the earth, and that it could somehow be entered through the western horizon. Marik took what he learned, along with a small picture of Malik, a few maps, a copy of the list of the sacred names of the demons who guarded the twelve gates leading to the Tuat, some ancient protection spells, and ventured out to find the Tuat to bring his fallen soul-mate home.
Author: MarikIshtar77
Summary: Malik dies a painful shitty death. Marik feels like fuck, so he ventures into the afterlife to get Malik back.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s):Marik/Malik Ishtar
Feedback: Desired.
Characters: Marik, Malik, Bakura, Ryou, Atem, Yugi... and a few cameos of other charaters
Betas: Cassy, Angela, and Shar
Author’s notes: I’m shooting to have this story finished by Halloween. Wish me luck with that one.
*disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Don’t Look Back
Chapter One: The Hollywood Ending
Marik grinned deviously as he made his way through the crowded nightclub. Flashing lights danced around him, and the deep bass from the music playing vibrated in his ears. Scantily clad men and women danced provocatively all around him. He walked up behind a slender tri-color haired man and wrapped his arms around the man’s tiny waist, grinding his crotch against the man’s backside. “Hey, Pharaoh,” he purred in his ear, tracing his tongue along the Pharoah’s earlobe.
“Hello, Marik, quite the party here,” the former ruler grinned, tilting his head back against Marik’s shoulder, looking at him.
Marik turned the Pharaoh around and brought him into a deep kiss. “Mmm...Atem, you taste like cherry.”
“Must be the booze,” Atem chuckled, licking over the wetness Marik had left on his lips.
Marik reached up and touched the Pharaoh’s cheek. “I’m glad you’re here. Was Yugi able to make it?”
Atem nodded his head and looked around the busy nightclub. “He’s around here somewhere.”
Marik laughed as he gave the Pharaoh a playful smack on the ass.
Atem shook his head and hoisted himself up onto a bar stool. “I suppose I should be congratulating you. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get back in time for the wedding. Being the King of Games is quite taxing on one’s social life.”
Marik clapped his hand over his mouth. “Shit! I’m married; I almost forgot!”
“Forgot about Malik? You’re shitting me, right?”
Marik bit his lower lip and scratched his head. “I’d better go see if I can find him. I’ll see you later.”
Atem put his hand on Marik shoulder and nodded his head sharply. “Yes, you should probably go be with your new husband on your wedding night.”
Marik gave the Pharaoh a quick parting kiss on the cheek and started walking through the crowd again, searching for his lover.
A man with wispy blonde hair waved as Marik drew nearer to him. “Hey you crazy bastard, congratulations! So how does it feel being a married man now?”
Marik looked up at the blonde and grinned. “HA, Joey...you ignorant fool, thanks. I honestly can’t tell you how it feels, I can’t even find my sexy little husband. Have you seen Malik anywhere?”
“Actually, I think I saw him leave like...two hours ago or so. He looked a little pissed off.”
Marik cocked his head curiously. “Malik left?”
Joey shrugged his shoulders. “I think so, I mean..I ain’t seen him or anything since than.”
‘He must be waiting for me at home,’ Marik thought to himself. ‘I bet he’s all excited about consummating our marriage and is waiting for me in bed naked with a bottle of chocolate syrup and handcuffs..’
“Uh...Marik? You feelin’ okay?” Joey asked curiously, noticing the far off look in Marik’s eyes.
Marik snapped back into reality and shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Yes, I’m just fine. I’ll see you around. I have to go track down my new hubby.”
Joey grinned and winked at Marik. “Haha! You go, Marik! Have fun, and take it easy on him. I heard he’s a virgin...unlike you, ya horny dawg!”
Marik stuck his tongue out at Joey. He grabbed his crotch and made a lewd gesture. “Suck it, bitch. You’re just jealous that my man is hotter than your’s.”
“Malik may be hotter than Tristan, but I’m not complaining. The sex is great, what more could I want?”
“A man with a normal hair style, possibly?”
“Ah, shut up, man, he can’t help he wasn’t born with luscious blonde hair like us, give the dude a break. Speaking of Trissy-Poo, I better go see if he’s done barfing yet. Congratulations again, Marik. I hope all goes well for you and Malik.”
Marik smirked, “It will once I have him bent over the kitchen table screaming and trembling in sexual ecstasy.” The newlywed Egyptian leaned over and kissed Joey on the lips. “I’ll see you and Tristan after I get back from my honeymoon in two weeks.”
Joey nodded his head and touched his fingers to his lips. “Yeah, see ya.”
Marik continued heading out of the club, stopping to kiss a few more people. He met up with a few friends out in the parking lot, which held him up for even longer. By the time he made it home to his new husband, it was already very early the next day.
He found Malik upstairs in their bedroom fast asleep on their king-size water bed.
Marik turned on the lamp next to the bed and crawled on the bed next to his new husband. “Hey, baby...I missed you,” he whispered seductively into Malik’s ear, nipping at his lover’s dangly gold earring.
“Go. Away.” Malik snarled at him, turning his head and burying his face in his soft, white pillow.
Marik put his hand on the blanket covering Malik’s hip. “What? Go away? But why?”
Marik could hear Malik’s muffled whimpers and sniffles. He gently kissed his lover’s cheek. “Malik? Baby? Are you crying? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
Marik looked around the room. He noticed the expensive white suit Malik had worn for their wedding was laying on the edge of the bed; each piece of clothing stained with tears and ripped in half. He reached down and picked up one of the sleeves. “Don’t lie to me, Malik. It’s obvious something is wrong. Why won’t you talk to me?”
“Hmph,” Malik grunted, covering his head with his pillow.
Marik grabbed the pillow off Malik’s head and threw it on the floor. He turned Malik over and saw that his eyes were red and puffy. It looked as if he’d been crying ...a lot. He reached out to touch Malik’s cheek, but Malik jerked his head and looked away.
“Don’t touch me, I mean it, Marik.”
Marik shook his head. “But Malik, we’re married now, you’re my husband...what the fuck is your problem?”
Malik sat up quickly, his lavender eyes flashing with anger. He clenched his fists and glared at Marik. “We’re married? You could have fooled me! After we said our vows, you disappeared! I saw you with all those guys tonight, kissing and touching them all over, freely offering yourself to them all. Do you know how that made me feel? You ignored me the entire time! No shit I have a problem! I love you Marik, and I don’t want to share my husband with anybody else!” Malik threw off the covers and stormed out of the bedroom.
Marik threw his hands on his head and ran his fingers back through his spiky blonde hair. “Shit, I think I fucked up, I better go talk to him.”
Marik slid off the bed and walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall. “Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who’s the sexiest, bad ass muthafucker of them all? Oh yeah, it’s me, damn I’m sexy, Mmm Mmm..”
Suddenly, Marik heard Malik scream. He quickly rushed out into the hall. “Malik! Malik!” He shouted as he looked around for his new husband. He spotted him laying motionless out on the patio. A long black snake slithered away from the scene. Marik gasp in horror and kneeled next to his husband. “Oh my gods no, MALIK!”
“Darkness...” Malik whimpered as he reached up and lightly touched Marik’s cheek. His breathing was growing shallow and his eyes were beginning to glaze over. The snake’s poison was quickly coursing through his veins.
Marik scooped Malik up into his strong arms and cradled him. “Malik, no...please! You can’t die on me, I..I..-I need you!”
Malik’s eyes rolled back in his head. The poison from the toxic snakebite quickly over took his body. His hand fell slowly from Marik’s cheek. “Love.. you..Marik, remember...me...”
Malik sighed a final sigh as his body went limp. He died right there in Marik’s arms.
*********************************************
“It’s been long enough, Marik. You have to quit blaming yourself, ” Atem said as he filled himself a glass of wine.
Marik laid quietly on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling, surrounded by slowly burning white candles. “It’s not the sort of thing you just ‘get over’, Pharaoh. Malik was my husband, I loved -love him.”
Atem took a sip of his wine and set the glass on the end table next to the sofa. “You’ve got to get on with your life, you owe it to his memory.”
Marik slowly sat up and let out a low, angry growl. “It’s my fault he’s gone.”
Atem sat next to Marik and put his hand on the grieving Egyptian’s shoulder. “So what do you expect to do about it? Hop on the next boat to the Tuat and pick him up? Marik, be honest with yourself, Malik is gone. There is nothing you can do. You need to leave him alone and go on without him.”
Marik perked up and cocked his head curiously. “The Tuat? What is that? How do I get there?”
Atem shook his head. “It’s the Realm of the Dead, and you don’t,” he said firmly as he stood up and picked up his glass of wine.
Marik quickly got off the sofa and sided up to the Pharaoh. “But you came back, why can’t Malik? Tell me how you did it, Atem.”
Atem tipped his wine glass to his lips. His piercing crimson eyes looked deep into Marik’s somber indigo orbs. After taking a drink, he licked his lips and shook his head. “Malik is only mortal. No mortal man has ever journeyed to the Tuat and returned.”
Marik’s eyes filled with hope. “Pharaoh, you must tell me how I can get to the Realm of the Dead so I may bring my husband back.”
Atem shook his head and started walking out of the room. “I’m sorry Marik, it’s just too dangerous. I’ll have no part of this.”
Marik wasn’t going to let the Pharaoh’s words stop him. Nothing was going to stand in his way of getting his beloved Malik back.
Marik spent the next few days educating himself on the ancient scriptures. He found a verse in the ancient texts that mentioned the Tuat being located under the earth, and that it could somehow be entered through the western horizon. Marik took what he learned, along with a small picture of Malik, a few maps, a copy of the list of the sacred names of the demons who guarded the twelve gates leading to the Tuat, some ancient protection spells, and ventured out to find the Tuat to bring his fallen soul-mate home.