Cruel Dark

Cold Dark

Chapter One

Marik walks into the semi-empty room, he’s been coming here for a while now, the only one residing here is the body of Ryou Bakura. His so called friends have abandoned him after one day of being at his side, they still visit their other friends, Mai and Joey, but never the young albino. Yami no Marik has came here with every moment of his free time, which isn’t often, he has grown a strong lust for the boy, and has often let his hand violate the vacant body, while his other helped himself out, but now that the battles have been postponed for a day or so, he has plenty of time, he wants to hear the boy scream under him.

Ryou’s sobs are his only company, the immense feeling of loneliness and helplessness overwhelms the teen. Ryou is so lonely he wishes for someone, anyone, even if it is his deranged yami to be there, if only to feel another presents, but he is completely alone. The sound of footsteps grab his attention, he looks up from his hands, a small hope is restored in Ryou when he sees light. He wipes furiously at his eyes. He sees the silhouette of a person, but it’s impossible for him to make out.

“Y-yami?” He questions quietly, nervously, standing up from his sitting position, a deep, cruel chuckle is heard.

“Guess again,” Ryou is still confused, but he can tell by the tone of their voice that this isn’t a good guy. The figure continues to get closer, Ryou starts to take a step back.

“W-what do y-you want?” he tries to keep his voice steady as he asks the question, but fails miserably.

“Aw, is that the treatment I get for coming to give you company?” The mysterious person asks as if greatly insulted that Ryou would fear him so. Ryou turns and runs, his instincts screaming for him to get as far as possible from this stranger. Ryou can’t hear his own footsteps, but he can hear the others, walking calmly, slowly as if to taunt him. “Now, now hun, you can’t escape me, so be a good boy and come here,” the voice is cruelly sincere, making shivers run up Ryou's spine. Ryou looks back, but the guy’s gone, Ryou bumps into something, falling to the hard ground. He stares up with wide, brown doe eyes, he can now see the guy’s face and Ryou knows that face all to well, Malik. “Yami no Marik, actually,” the yami corrects.

The yami looks down at the trembling boy in front of him, so innocent, and in Yami no Marik’s eyes innocents is made to be broken, preferably by himself.

“Wh-what do you wa-want?” The hikari questions, yet again unable to control his stuttering. The yami kneels down, till leveled with the sitting boy. He grabs Ryou’s chin firmly, despite the teen’s physical struggles otherwise.

“What do I want?” Marik muses, his eyes trailing over Ryou, smirking when Ryou closes his eyes in fear, hoping this to be just a bad dream, all of it to be a bad dream, the battle, this hell, and now him. The darkness kisses the lights cheek, as if to calm him, then places his mouth next to Ryou’s ears. “I want to rip you apart, to hear you scream under me, and then see you beg for more,” Ryou’s eyes open wide in panic and fear, his whole body trembling.

“No, no, no,” Ryou cries pulling himself away from Marik’s grip, Marik stands up straight, smirking at the apprehensive boy scooting away from him.

“Now, now, don’t be so fretful, you’ll still be a little virgin in the outside world, at least until this little battle is over, and I become pharaoh,” he assures Ryou, taking placid steps towards the boy. Ryou stumbles to his feet, stepping back every time the yami steps forward. “This will be a lot easier on you if you collaborate,” Marik tells him, Ryou shakes his head violently, sending his snow colored mane in every direction. “Fine,” Marik shrugs his shoulders.

“Ah!” Ryou cries in surprise when he’s pushed down, landing on something soft. He frantically tries to get to his feet, but is pinned to the bed by Marik. Flames flicker to life on candles that just appeared from thin air.

“You like?” Marik looms over the smaller figure. His hand caresses the crimson sheet next to Ryou's head. "It's Egyptian cotton," Marik informs him. “No answer?” Marik asks with a mock-pout, twirling Ryou’s hair around his finger. Ryou is scared beyond words, his eyes glazed with tears. A growl is emitted deep in Marik’s throat, and he strikes Ryou, Ryou’s head turns to the side at the force of the smack, letting his tears fall. “You will answer me!”

“Ple-please, d-don’t, please just leave m-me alone,” Ryou sobs out, his tears only increase when Marik bends down to lick the salty liquid from his face. Ryou is disgusted by the warm, wet feel of Marik’s tongue on him.

“You’ll learn to love it, you’ll learn to love everything that I do, and most of all you will learn to love me,” Marik tells him, his voice stern as if giving an order more than to inform him, seeing and disliking the appalled look on Ryou’s face.

Before Ryou can reply Marik claims trembling, pink lips with his own, Ryou’s eyes widen at the new experience. Marik easily gains access to the unexpected boys mouth, enjoying his sweet taste that one could never describe unless one tasted themself, the sweetness is completely Ryou. He tries to coax the other ones tongue to join his, but the only reaction he gets is Ryou struggling against him harder than before, not having the guts to bite down on the intruding muscle.

“I h-hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” Ryou sobs as soon as Marik’s lips leave his, Marik growls, but ignores the statement, kissing and sucking at Ryou’s flawless neck.

Ryou yelps when Marik delivers a rough nip at his throat, Marik smirks at this doing it again, this time not as satisfied as he only gets a whimper in response. Ryou gasps as Malik’s darkness pulls at his shirt, literally ripping it off. Ryou’s stomach twists in despair as he feels fingers tracing some of his many scars, Ryou wants to push the hands away, fight, but he’s frozen in fear. The smaller shakes even harder at the growl emitted deep from Yami no Marik’s throat, but it isn’t directed to him.

Marik curses Bakura a million times over, not only has he scarred Ryou’s true body on the outside world with his foolishness doing who knows what, but he also put scars on Ryou's soul.

The snap of his pants button being undone brings Ryou out of his frozen state, he pushes Marik’s hands away. The smack delivered only causes a well-muffled pained cry from Ryou, but doesn’t stop his struggling, he’s been through unimaginable pain with Bakura, but he won’t be raped, he won't let anyone take the only thing he has left.

“No! No, no, no, no, please no!” Ryou cries desperately, rapidly shaken his head when his wrist are pinned above his head.

“Sh, hush now, love,” Marik keeps Ryou’s hands pinned above his head with one hand, his other goes to gently massage Ryou’s reddened cheek. Ryou rebelliously turns his head away, tears still streaming down his face. “You know you’re only making this worse for yourself,” Marik pulls back his hand, a pair of handcuffs appearing in it from nowhere, “but bondage just makes it better for me.”

“Please M-Marik, no, please, ple-please,” Ryou begs desperately, Marik stops to look at the smaller teen. The darkness leans down and gives the one below him a small peck on the lips, a smirk on his features, leaving Ryou confused, and slightly hopeful that the yami would leave him be.

“I do love when you beg like that,” the handcuffs are clasped around the younger ones wrist, leaving him to struggle against the headboard he is now bound to, hope quickly replaced by his fear once again. Marik then goes back to finish with the pants, Ryou kicks at him, and when fails to kick the older, he turns to his side, wincing as the metal handcuffs bite into him, and curls his legs up to his chest preventing Marik from undressing him any farther.

Marik slips off the bed, standing beside the now hysterically crying albino, he brushes his fingers over the bare flesh of Ryou’s side, making Ryou’s sobs louder. “Ryou, listen to me, love,” he forces his voice to be as gentle as possible, true he could simply make the clothes disappear in thin air if he wants, but what’s the fun of that? He wants this to appear as real as it feels. “Ryou, you’re gonna uncurl yourself now,” he tells him, Ryou doesn’t listen. “Ryou,” his voice is colder now, his only answer is Ryou’s sobs.

Marik pushes the boy on his stomach, making blood trickle down his arms as the metal cuffs cut deeper into the boys wrist, and pulls Ryou’s legs out from under the boy so he is now laying flat. Marik removes the hikari’s pants and boxers in one swift movement, before his hand comes down on Ryou’s bare bottom.

The crude sound of skin on skin contact echo’s throughout the darkness, Ryou bites his lip, refusing to allow a sound to escape.

“You will listen to me Ryou, or you will get punished, do you understand?” Ryou just nods into the pillow. “I asked if you understood,” another smack is delivered to Ryou’s ass, emitting a weak cry from the younger boy.

“Y-yes,” the answer is a little muffled, but none the less Marik heard it. Marik gently strokes the afflicted mound, making Ryou cry out in sheer embarrassment.

“So beautiful, just seeing you here makes me hard,” Ryou shudders at the blatant statement which Marik speaks, to the yami Ryou looks all to tasty naked, fair skin all to distinguished on crimson sheets. “But my little Ryou doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself,” he says in a playful manner.

He removes Ryou’s hair out of the way, bending down to gently caress the back of the smaller boys neck with gentle kisses. Marik freezes in his spot getting a glimpse of something out of place. He pulls back, having missed the words stained in the back of Ryou’s neck with his movements.

‘Property of Yami No Bakura’

It says in small print almost unnoticeable. Suddenly the handcuffs around Ryou’s wrist are gone, along with the bed, and the candles, the only things there are the two teens, one still completely naked, scared, and bleeding, clothes lost in the dark, the other looking extremely pissed.

“You slut!” Smack! Ryou lets out a muffled cry at the hit received to his already sore cheek. “Damn whore!” Marik grabs the smaller one by the hair, forcing him to look up at the one who holds him captive. “How dare you!?” Ryou whimpers, not understanding what he did wrong. Marik jerks at Ryou’s hair, forcing a yelp from him.

“Pl-please I-I don’t un-understand,” Ryou pleads with the Yami, tears cascading down pale cheeks.

“You let him brand you like a common animal,” Ryou’s thrown to the ‘ground’ of this dark place, this hell, “such filth.”

And then he’s gone, Ryou is again alone in this endless void, and for the first time sense he’s been here he’s content with the bitter silence.