Depressed state

"Depressed state"


What was happening to him? Was this normal? Doing nothing all day, but stare at a spot on the white ceiling, getting hypnotised by the strong light, that was shining trough the window in the room that was half dark, or half lit up, you couldn’t tell for sure. The cheap furniture made him even more depressed then he already was, and getting out of bed in his condition was NOT a good option right now.

Suddenly small feet ran up of the stairs that was leading to the second floor. This was the floor that the depressed teen had his room, and he didn’t like other people to enter his “domains” when he was feeling this way.

“Please, go away!” He mumbled, while changing position in the bed; white sheets wrapped hard around his half naked body.

A hand knocked carefully on the door, like if it was afraid of waking the creature within the room.

“Hey you, I know you’re awake. Please open the door for me?” That little angel asked, waiting for a firm ‘no’.

“Why should I? It’s not like you are going to do something that would make my situation better. So, go easy on me, be a kind little angel and leave me alone!” He mumbled for an answer.

Clearly confused, not knowing what to say to the annoyed boy, he said shyly:

“But if you don’t get out of bed, how is it possible for you to taste one of my famous “morning-surprises” then?”

It was quiet for a while, if you listen closely enough, you could hear a pin fall. The depression he felt was in a quick second almost flushed away, he knew what the word “morning-surprise” involved.

“Yes, that got you thinking!” The younger boy laughed, amused with the sudden silence.

“Um… just wait, I’ll be right there! Leave some for me, yeah?” The tall tan boy jumped out of bed, with a happy smile that was playing on his lips.

“Sure, just be quick, you know how hungry Marik and Jono are on the mornings!” With a cute giggle, the short boy ran down the stairs.

The tall boy laughed, now the only thing he had to do was finding a pair of pants, and a clean shirt to wear. He quickly located his favourite shirt hanging over a chair in the now fully lit up room. It was tight, maybe a bit small, but it suited him, ‘cause it showed his sharp collarbone and muscular arms. The colour of the shirt was perfect for his now, happy, situation; it was light blue. But it wasn’t as easy as he thought finding those pants. He had to go treasure hunting in his own room to find them. It was a nightmare, but when he finally did, his face lit up in joy for the second time this morning.

“Missed me?” He asked with a smirk to the crowed in the living room, that was eating there breakfast.

“Yeah, a lot!” Said a good-looking tan boy that was eating his favourite chocolate pancakes by the end of the large table with a cynical voice.

“Dark One, why don’t you come and site with me, eh? But be careful, on this table, there’s… chocolate…” the boy said, and sounded very evil.

“Oh yeah? Then I wont come sit with you… I know what happened last time…”

“Aw, but I was having so much fun! Didn’t you, Yami?”

The little boy that had knocked on Yami’s door suddenly pulled him down to his level and whispered in his ear:


“Yami, we don’t want you to get berserk on chocolate again. Last time you had some chocolate, you ended up on top of Marik here (he pointed at the good-looking tan boy with white spiky hair, that now had a naughty smirk dancing on his lips) and that wasn’t very nice…”

“I know but… Yuugi, you know I’m not used to eat chocolate!” Yami tried to defend him self, but that didn’t work so well.

“Yeah. Quite nice really… you, on top of me, trying to lick of the chocolate around my lips. Yeah, I think you even kissed me. Aw, that tongue swirling round in my mouth… Aw, nice…” Marik made a small moan, he knew that this story annoyed the crap out of Yami, and to annoy someone was Malik’s special “thing”.

“Shut it! You now, we agreed not to talk about that! I hate when you do that Marik! Well, actually, I was so affected by the sugar, that I kind of… got a little bit carried away…”

“A bit?” Yuugi made a face; he really liked to see Yami under pressure, ‘cause when pressed, he always used to say so funny things.

“You are so evil, Marik!” Yami mumbled with a toneless voice.

“And you are a perv! That’s what I like about you…” Marik stood up, walking slowly towards Yami.

“What is that suppose to mean?” Yami asked a bit unsure by Marik’s sudden change of face expression.

“Um, nothing special… Nice shirt by the way!” He said, while leaning forward, placing a rough kiss on Yami’s lips.

“WTF!!! Why did you do that for? Wait… is this…?” Yami could taste something sweet. He looked at Marik with horror in his eyes. “This is…”

“Yeah, right you are… that kiss was a little too much for you to handle, eh, Yami?” That naughty smirk came up again, and you saw that Marik was very satisfied with what he had done.

“Chocolate…” Yami carefully liked the brown liquid from his sour lips.

“O no, take cover, RUN!” Yuugi shouted in fear and all the people that were in the living room quickly ran up- or downstairs, waiting for Yami to flip. Jono, Tea and Honda were hiding in the computer room, while Seto and Mokuba in the room left from the bathroom. The all looked very frightened, everybody knew what Yami was capable of when he had eaten chocolate.

A load moan slipped out of Yami’s mouth. That oh, so delicious taste of chocolate gave all his senses a new strange power. He felt oddly aroused by the sugar that was in his system, opening all the doors, like a burglar in search of a valuably item. The mix of sugar and cacao made Yami almost dizzy. His eyes darkened with a strange kind of carnal lust for more and he desperately search for the bowl that the melted chocolate was in.

Suddenly he could hear load footsteps walk towards him. He was to occupied with searching for the bowl with chocolate, that he didn’t notice that Marik was behind him.

“Maybe I have just the thing you want, eh, Yami?” Marik smirked one evil smirk, holding the bowl with the liquid that the former pharaoh was so addicted to.

“Give me that… or else…” Yami looked at his annoying friend with a look full of desire for that drug that was so tempting.

“Or what? What if I decide to keep this bowl, and have the chocolate for my self? What then?” Marik was in the wrong territory here, he didn’t know who he was playing with.

“Then you’ll fell very sorry…”

“Oh, is that a treat? HA! Want to kill me, or something?” He laughed, the look of an assassin on his face.

“Don’t play with me right now! Marik, if you don’t give me that bowl with chocolate right now you’re going to have hell for it!” Yami felt angry and frustrated, he wanted that bowl, wanting to stick his fingers in it, taste the cacao and sugar all together and get even more aroused.

“Playing? Ah… Is that what you think I’m doing? Yeah, you’re right at that point. It amuses me to see you like this. All dripping with addiction. Tell me, what’s so good about chocolate? I don’t think it’s so special…” by that he dipped one of his fingers in the bowl, and started to suck on them.

Yami looked, a bit confused, at the sight before him. The movements Marik did, when sucking on his fingers, made Yami’s eyes again darken with that carnal lust. But this time the felling was stronger.

Marik wanted some reaction. He wanted Yami to bend over, and take one of his fingers in his mouth, suck on them, until all the chocolate were gone. He really desired for the former pharaoh to kiss him again. He missed having that soft tongue inside his mouth, he missed the after taste that he got from Yami’s intense kissing.

Yami soon began to drool, but he quickly came to his senses, and instead of staring at Marik’s sucking, he stared at the silver painted bowl.

“Aren’t you going to do something to stop me from eating all the chocolate?” Marik knew that Yami would break, and that his sucking would give him his reward soon enough.

He got his respond a little to soon then he had expected, but he wasn’t complaining. Yami had gotten enough; he wanted that chocolate, no matter what. His eyes, burning with desire, craved for that drug. Yami slowly put his hand on Marik’s waist. This got him jumping with surprise, almost dropping the silver bowl. Yami got more and more curios how long Marik would last with the torture he planed to give him. He then bent over, carefully tasting and biting the skin on Marik’s neck. This caused the boy with white spiky hair, to close his eyes, enjoying every second of it. Yami wanted a bigger reaction, so he turned his attention to the other males left ear lobe. Marik became more surprised this time, dropping the bowl of chocolate. Now Yami had his chance. He quickly got a hold of his addiction, before it hit the ground.

Marik opened his eyes, hearing that he had dropped the bowl. His eyes opened with anger and disappointment, when he saw that the boy in front of him was in position of the bowl. Yami was on his way of dipping his fingers in the chocolate, when Marik suddenly grabbed a hold of the arm that was holding the silver object.

“And what do you think you’re doing with that, eh?” Yami froze, actually realising that Marik was in the same room. The chocolate had maid him a bit crazy, and he was not ready to let his drug slip away yet.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to eat it all, perhaps even stick my fingers in it. I crave for this delicious chocolate, and I’m not letting go of it yet. You of all people should know how it’s like to want something that intense.” Yami tensed up his arm, trying to get rid of Marik that now had his nails half buried in his hand.

“ What do you mean by “you of all people”? Those words shocked Marik a bit, he wasn’t sure of how to react to them.

“I’m not the one who’s pleasures him self at night, with me in his thought. Come on, Marik, I know you have I thing for me, but every night a hear you moan, well, let’s just say, I’m a bit… curios of what you really DO in there… all by your self…” Yami said with a smirk.

The look on Marik’s face was priceless. If he only had remembered to close the door behind him… Yami would never know about his little night with him self. He felt himself blush, and embarrassed, he let go of Yami’s arm.

“If you tell anyone about this, I swear that I’m going to do more then just take away your precious chocolate away.” Marik ended his sentence with one angry hiss.

“Oh, that’s so frightening! What can you possible do that’s worse then stealing my chocolate away?” Yami laughed, now he had one of he’s fingers in the still warm melted chocolate. His Egyptian eyes, looking at the other tan boy, searching for some kind of reaction to the things he just said.

Marik was quiet for a while, choosing his words carefully. But instead of saying anything, he sighed, closing his eyes in frustration.

One of Yami’s eyebrows quirked upwards, that reaction was not what he had expected. He thought that Marik would get berserk or something and attack him, hurt him, abuse him, but to his surprise that didn’t happen.

A few minutes pasted in complete silence, the people that had ran up- or downstairs waiting for Yami to flip almost came forth from their hideaways. But they didn’t come so far, ‘cause the one who flipped this time was Marik.

Marik couldn’t take it. At the top of everything, Yami made him really “affected” when smirking that way. Oh, Yami was just SO hot. Marik wanted to bite, cut, hurt, kiss, and much, much more, so instead of getting mad, he turned his anger and frustration into pure carnal lust. This was one of his “hidden qualities”. He loved the way Yami talked to him when he was frustrated, he loved how well you could see Yami’s nipples trough that tight shirt, loved how those slim hips moved from side to side when Yami was walking. He wanted to have Yami shake with pleasure under him, he wanted to lick, taste that wonderful tan skin, wanted to hear Yami moan with lust, wanting to do more to the ex pharaoh then in his wildest fantasies… he felt no guilt for masturbating with Yami in his thoughts, felt no guilt for giving him self a nice moment, but that little moment wasn’t enough. So soon he find him self, wrestling with Yami, trying to climb on top of him.

“WTF are you doing?! You cant just…” Yami struggled to not be wrestled down, he didn’t want Marik do have his fun with him like this.
“I’m not your fucking plaything!” He yelled and his elbow began to hurt from the intense struggle he was forced into.

“Why are you so against with… ouch, that hurt!” Marik got a bitch clap from Yami that now was furious about being treated this way.
“Who do you think you are?” He said when he finally got out of tight grip Marik had him in, by kicking him in his stomach. “You can’t expect me to want to be treated like this! You cant just…” Yami made a pause, catching his breath. He didn’t know that Marik who was such an asshole, and never did any kind of sports or activities, was this strong.
“If you want me so much, make this a battle of dominance then. You can at least TRY to win me over, with some dignity. Trying not to hurt me for instance would be a good thing!” he said while rubbing his red elbow.

Marik stood quiet again, letting the words that Yami just said, sunk in. ‘A battle of dominance?’ he thought for him self, biting his lip, trying to figure out what Yami wanted him to do.

“Wanting you this intense, is not normal, and it affects my every day life. If you think that this is a battle of dominance, well, that’s your opinion, not mine. This is a battle of feelings for me. You have no idea how depressed or happy you can make me; you don’t know what I’m thinking about when I look at you. These eyes don’t tell the truth, lies is what you see. ‘Cause I’ll do everything to hide my real feelings for you, Yami, and that is how it is. If you cant deal with that it’s your choice… but I don’t want to spend my time, trying to ‘win you over’, ‘cause that just makes me even more aggressive, and in the end, I’ll end up hurting you. I don’t want you to hate me; you don’t have to love me either. As long as you don’t let me hurt you…” Marik was at the brink of crying, his emotions, to hard for him to handle. He bit his lip even harder, wanting blood to emerge, instead of tears.”

Yami gasped silently, hearing those words come out of Marik. Did Yami make him depressed? Having realised that Marik maybe had a crush on him, he had now totally forgot about the bowl with melted chocolate, the feelings he had before, was replaced with confusion and some kind of odd curiosity. He looked up at Marik, wanting eye contact, but the young tan boy before him, felt ashamed, wanting to run away, away from all the unwanted pain that falling in love with Yami, craved. Yami knew a way to console Marik, but that was one totally different story.

“Marik, I… I cant say, I know how you feel, but…” Yami tried, but got interrupted.

“That’s right, you don’t!” Marik said, venom in his words. “And I don’t care for you to, either.” With that, he ran upstairs, to the safety of his own room, tears falling down, like a wet trace of sadness after him. He looked the door and then cried as if his heart would break.

Yami stood, speechless a while, he felt he needed to run after Marik, sort this thing out, and make them both happy again. By the time he caught a glimpse of the creepy carnal lust in Marik’s eyes, he desired for a second that Marik would touch him. He blushed crimson, as all those naughty thoughts came forth in his head. What was he thinking? Should he really run after Marik…and give after for his…needs?

Yuugi, who had been hiding in the safety behind the looked bathroom door on the middle floor, silently gave a sign to everybody that the coast was clear. He then went into the living room, to see that everything was okay with Yami. He had heard every little thing that Marik and Yami had said to each other, and he wasn’t so happy about the fact that Yami almost had kisses Marik. Yuugi could remember the first time he saw that long tan boy with those crimson eyes. A nice, warm feeling had find the light of day and Yuugi knew that he from that time on had a crush on Yami. Not that kind of crush that goes away after one week or two, no, a crush that would linger as long as he had contact with Yami. And that would be a very long time, since they now lived together as roommates. He tried to look normal, and act as if he had not heard the conversation between Yami and Marik, but his face failed him, showing a jealous face to the ex pharaoh.

“Jealous, are we? Yami said, making the younger boy blush a little.

“No! Yuugi’s voice also let him down, ‘cause pure envy now flowed free trough his mouth.

Yami sighed. “Now both you AND Marik have a thing for me… O Ra, what’s the world coming to? He laughed; a glimpse of amused feelings followed his voice.

“HA! You’re not fooling me! Do you… enjoy this Yami?” Yugi smirked; also a bit amused by the reaction the question gave Yami.

A load cough was all that came out of Yami’s mouth, before he said:

“I wouldn’t say that it’s not amusing… but…” Yami stopped right there, seeing the vicious smirk Yuugi had on his lips.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I for one, know you enjoy it…” Yuugi laughed, leaving Yami stunned with the words he just heard Yuugi say with such a happy voice.

“Well, tell me Yuugi, are YOU enjoying this?” This made the young boy blush even more and Yami went upstairs with a smirk. He had finally decided what to do with Marik. It was time for him to have his little fun for the night…

Marik, who had spend his time, laying in his bed, crying in small agony, suddenly heard quiet footsteps entering his room. ‘Wait a minute, didn’t I looked the door?’ he thought in horror, suspecting who had arrived. A creepy shadow, playing on the walls, made Marik frightened, he didn’t dare to turn around and face the darkness behind him. ‘It can’t be…Yami?’ his eye was now wide open with pure fear and his senses were tense.

“Hope I didn’t interrupt you in your crying?” The shadow asked with a naughty smirk on his lips.

Now that Marik had heard that the one, who entered his room, really was Yami, he slowly turned around. He faced two evil crimson eyes, and before he knew it, Yami had in a second manage to wrestle Marik down. Yami was now on top of the frightened boy, small drops of sweat, dripping down his forehead. He had Marik in a tight grip on the bed, and he was doing everything he could to hold the squirming boy still. Marik tried to push Yami away, but the crying had made him in an odd way, strangely week. Yami’s eyes almost glow red in the darkness, and a strange feeling that Marik hadn’t felt before, came forth. ‘What the…?’ Marik was scared, and the sweat covering his body, made the sheets on the bed, wrap around his body, imprison him.

“Marik, both you and I know that I can do a lot more then just try to wrestle you down...” one evil smirk covered his lips, horror again showing in Marik’s eyes.

“Are you going to hurt me?” Marik knew the answer deep down in his heart, but he didn’t want to hear Yami say it.

Yami didn’t answer. He smirked and suddenly stopped struggling with keeping Marik still. Marik’s eyes widened with confusion, but soon those feelings was replaced with fear again; Yami had chance his position in the bed, and was now pressing his body against Marik’s back. Marik could fell Yami harden a bit, but being this close to Yami, made him aroused, his eyes darkened with lust.

“If you like to…” That creepy smile came up again, and Marik shivered.

Yami’s senses were now strangely occupied with one thing and one thing only; Marik. He knew how much that frightened boy really wanted him, and he now knew that he wanted him just as much. He also knew that if he got to ‘carried away’ he would probably end up with one badly wounded Marik, and him, all messed up. Probably…

He enjoyed this, and he could sense that Marik did that to. He didn’t seem to have a problem with having Yami this close to his entrance, although he suspected he even liked it a bit. Marik’s almost chocolate brown cheeks were red and he began to breath heavenly.

“Do I “affect” you that much? Yami said, gently brushing one of Marik’s cheeks.

“No!” Pure lies was coming out of his mouth, he couldn’t trust him self right know. He closed his eyes, trying to forget about the painful, aching erection in his pants, that Yami caused by laying this close to him. He thought about to just give up, let those burning hands touch him, stroke him over his electrified skin, engulfing them both in hot flames of blood, lust and desire.


///My comment: Yeah, bad thing to end with, huh? Marik; all thorn apart, and Yami, all confused... This chapter isn't far from complete, and I hope that you will have patience enough to wait for me to update.... T.T I just want this fanfic to be A LITTLE BIT better then my firts one... Yeah.. kind of... >_< um, please comment, be patience, and... THANKS FOR READING!///