My Pain, My Addiction

Disclaimers: I do not own YGO or its characters. I only own James, Adrian and Mr. Tanaka and anyone else I decide to make up and insert into the story. Character resemblance is strictly coincidental.
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Thunderstruck outside as rain poured down in buckets. Adrian Mont sat on his window seat, staring out his window on the second story. Across the room, on Adrian’s canopy bed laid his best friend James. They were having a study session when it began to pour so Adrian insisted that James stay the night. The storm was now at full force at three in the morning.

Adrian sighed as he rested his forehead on the window. He had awoken half an hour earlier and found himself curled up against James’ back. He controlled his feelings and got out of bed to just relax and get his friend off his mind.

Over on the bed, James opened his eyes as he realized that his warmth was gone. He sat up slowly and looked through the open curtains with sleepy eyes.

“Ade?” he called out. Adrian barely moved his head to the side as he looked at James through the reflection.

“Yes?” Adrian called out, his voice smooth, silky, deep and sexy. James’ own voice was a pitch deeper than Adrian’s.

He climbed out of bed and walked over to Adrian.

“What are you doing up?” James asked.

“Thinking.” Adrian said as he resumed staring out the window. James frowned at that. Lately, about a month now Adrian had been acting really weird, had even withdrawn from his friends.

James touched Adrian’s shoulder and in turn Adrian blushed and jerked away.

“Don’t touch me.” He said as he got up and walked away. James’ frown deepened and he grabbed Adrian’s arm. The said boy started to struggle.

“James.” Adrian said warningly. James growled and slapped him. Adrian stood in shock before James shoved him roughly to the ground. James then sat on top of him, glaring straight into Adrian’s ruby red eyes.

“What the fuck is your problem? Why are you acting like this?” James asked raising his voice slightly.

“It’s none of your business.” Adrian stated. James growled again and punched him the face and grabbed Adrian’s throat, cutting off his oxygen.
Adrian’s eyes widened as he came to terms that he couldn’t breathe. This abuse that he was receiving, he painfully realized, turned him on a lot and it was not a good thing James was sitting on him. The only piece of material he was wearing was a pair of thin boxers.

James felt something hard push against his ass and at first he didn’t know what it was, but soon it clicked and his grip loosened and his eyes widened in shock. Adrian took this opportunity to push James off of him. Adrian scrambled to his feet and ran to the door. He yanked it opened and ran out, closing it behind him, heading over to his brother, Duke’s, room.

James sat on the floor still in shock. ‘I made him hard.’ Was all that ran through his head.


The next morning, twenty minutes before school started, Adrian met up with his band mates in the band room.

“Hey Ade! Ready for the concert this weekend? Only three days away!” Malik Ishtar, childhood friend of Adrian, asked. Malik Ishtar was Egyptian. His skin was a mocha tan color. His hair was sandy blind, and his eyes were a light lavender color. He wore gold arm bands and bracelets. A gold necklace adorned his slender neck and he work gold earrings to match. His clothes consisted of a midriff lavender tank top. Underneath that was a tight muscle black tank top. He wore black cargo pants and black combat boots.

Adrian, too, was from Egypt, and had kept his tan, though it was a shade lighter. His eyes were a dark blue, the boy had a dozen or so color contacts. His hair was deep shade of brown, wine red highlights mixed in. He wore a muscle back shirt and white cargo pants. He wore his own black combat boots to finish off his outfit. Before Adrian could answer that question James walked in.

“Ade, we need to talk about what happened last night.” He said. Adrian looked at him and shook his head.

“No we don’t. Nothing happened. What you did and what you said and what I did and said is all in the past. “ Adrian told him.

“I can’t let that by. I made you…”

“You did not! Now leave!” Adrian shouted. James looked at him with hurt eyes before he turned and left. Once he was gone, Adrian sighed and looked over at Malik who was glaring at him. Behind him was the albino known as Ryou Bakura.

“What was that about?” Ryou asked, his white bangs covering most of his chocolate brown eyes. His skin was pale, but not deathly pale. He wasn’t a real albino, but because his skin was a lighter shade then other people, they called him that.

“Nothing.”

“Did you and James do something together last night?” Malik asked. Adrian shook his head.

“No. It’s just that my masochistic side came out last night and I got hard. He was on top of me because we were fighting once again.” Adrian explained.

“So he thinks you like him or something?” Malik asked. Adrian nodded.

“So what’s the problem? I thought you did like him?” Ryou asked.

“I do! It’s just…he’s my friend…my straight friend! What if we do talk about it and he thinks I’m gross and never wants to talk to me again? I’ve been in love with him for five damn years already! I’m glad we’re friends and as close as we are. I don’t want to ruin that because of my damn hormones!” Adrian said.

“Then make him jealous.” Malik suggested.

“What?!” Ryou and Adrian asked together.

“Do the oldest trick in the book. Make him jealous. Not only will you find out if he truly loves you, but you’ll also find out his preference.” Malik said.

“Good idea.” Ryou said

“But there’s a problem.” Adrian said.

“What?” Malik asked.

“To make him jealous, he has to believe that I and the other guy are doing things. So one, where are we going to find another gay guy and two, do you know how hard it is to find a guy who is gay but also a sadist?” Adrian said.

“No problem Ade. I have the perfect guy in mind.” Malik said, throwing an arm over Adrian’s shoulder. “You leave everything to Ryou to get the guy. He knows who I’m talking about.” Malik said and winked at Ryou who nodded and went off in search for the “mystery” guy. “We’ll meet them at lunch. For now, let’s go to class buddy!” Malik said grinning like a cherisher cat as he led them to their first period.


At lunch, Ryou was sitting at a table with two other guys, one who looked like him and another who looked like Malik. The boy who looked like Ryou had slightly sharper features, mostly around his eyes. Ryou’s features were soft, giving him the appearance of being innocent. The hair style was different, the other guy had bat wings on top of his head. He also wore a tight white button up shirt and leather pants with black boots. He was known as Bakura, one of the richest kids at Domino high and Ryou Bakura’s look-a-like. The one sitting next to Bakura was Marik Ishtar, no relation to Malik of course. Like Malik, his hair was sandy blond, but was pointy and stuck up every where. His features were sharper then Malik’s but not by much. The kohl under his eyes matched that of the one Malik wore, proving that Marik was also Egyptian. Marik wore a black muscle tank top and tan cargo pants(notice a trend here with the cargo pants?) and black boots as well.

“You want Marik go out with your lead singer?” Bakura asked, his voice deep with a hint of a British accent. He, like, Ryou, came over from London which would explain their pale skin. Ryou nodded.

“I don’t know. What makes him worthy enough to date Marik? I mean even if they aren’t really going out, it’s just a prank on some stupid jerk.” Bakura asked.

“Well, Malik and I both think Marik’s the right one because Marik’s a sadist.” Ryou’s soft English accented voice spoke.

“You’re point being?” Bakura asked. If anyone was going out with his best friend, Bakura had to interrogate them well first.

“Adrian is masochist.” Ryou said. Marik’s brow rose at that, alerting the other two that he had indeed been listening to them. Marik knew how hard it was to find other people, be women or men, he really didn’t care, who were masochistic.

“You don’t say. I think you stuck his curiosity.” Bakura said, looking over at his friend. Ryou looked at Marik hopefully, he didn’t want to see Adrian depressed anymore. Even if it was a prank, Adrian would find out what it feels like to be loved. He knew Marik enough to know that even though he seemed evil, coldhearted and psychotic, he really did have a heart that could love, given the chance.

“Show me the boy first, and then we shall see.” Marik said as he then returned to his current activity, brooding. Both Marik and Bakura were seniors, Ryou, Malik and Adrian one grade under them. Ryou smile sweetly at them.

“Thank you guys so much! We owe you!” he said.

“Yes you do.” Bakura said. He looked up a moment and smirked.

“Speaking of the two devils. Look Mariku, your twin has arrived with your new slave…I mean boyfriend.” Bakura teased. Malik and Adrian both ignored him.

“Hey Bakura! Marik!” Malik greeted. Marik ignored him and Bakura grunted.

“Hey Kura.” Adrian sighed as he sat down next to Ryou and folded his arms on the table before resting his head on them.

“You better be thankful I let you call me that because I’m after your brother.” Bakura growled.

“Oh Bakura, I know you love me. No need to hide….it.” Adrian said sleepily. Ryou and Malik smiled at that, knowing it was the truth. Bakura had had a crush on Adrian once before, but it didn’t work out well, they always fought, so now they were friends, though Bakura still looked out for him like he did when they were together. Bakura grunted. Malik turned his lavender eyes to Marik and met his deep purple eyes before the averted to Adrian, more specifically his arm that was vulnerable. Marik smirked and grabbed Adrian’s arms and snuck his teeth into the flesh, wanting to see if this boy truly was a masochist.

Adrian, awoken from his nap by sharp pain in his arm that soon turned into great pleasure, moaned out softly and started panting as he felt the teeth removed and a mouth covering it as it sucked on his blood. He raised his head and looked at his attacker, his cheeks flushed and lips parted. Marik smirked and stopped and let go of the arm.

“I do believe we shall have some fun while making this guy jealous.” Marik said in a dark tone that was scary and sexy at the same time, as he licked his lips clean of Adrian’s blood. Adrian’s blush deepened and he looked down at the table, embarrassed in ways. Marik clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“No, we are going have to change that. You, under any circumstances, will not become shy. Now, come here.” Marik said and patted his leg. Adrian blinked.

“What?” he asked.

“This is also a master/slave relationship when I feel like making it. You listen to me when I give you an order. Now get over here.” Marik said. Adrian just stared at him stupidly. Marik growled. He hated being ignored. He slapped Adrian and gripped his throat. Adrian managed out a moan as he stared at Marik.

“Do. As. I. Say.” Marik growled out. Adrian nodded and he was let go of.

“Now, come here.” Marik said and patted his lap once more. Adrian got up, glad his cargo pants were baggy around the crotch. He walked around the table and over to Marik who had scooted out his chair. Adrian then sat down on his lap and gasped as he felt something hard press against his ass. Marik chuckled darkly in his ear as he wrapped his arms around Adrian’s waist.

“Oh yes, we are going to have great fun together.” He whispered before biting down on Adrian’s neck, drawing blood. Adrian bit back a moan as he moved his head to the side so Marik could have better access.

“Marik….torturing another underclassman?” a deep voice asked from behind Bakura. All eyes turned to Yami Mouto, and Seto Kaiba, the other rich kids of the school. Yami always wore leather and lots of belts around his waist. His trademark was the leather belt around his neck that was a collar. His hair was tri-colored, black, fuchsia, and blond, and like Marik. Yami’s hair stood out in spikes. Seto Kaiba was the CEO of Kaiba corporations. He normal dressed in a black tank top, leather pants and a white trench coat. His hair was flat and a medium brown color. His eyes were a piercing crystal blue. And popping out from behind them was the fourth member of Adrian’s band, Yugi Mouto, Yami’s twin brother in every sense of the word. Only difference was color eyes. Yami’s eyes were a violet color and his facial features were sharp. Yugi’s were the same color, but like Malik and Ryou, his features were soft. He wore the same clothes as his brother. To tell them apart besides Yami’s blond streaks that go up in the middle, and the sharp features, Yugi was shorter about one foot the most.

Marik said something, but it was muffled by Adrian’s neck. Said boy was still panting at the feeling of being bitten. Yami raised a brow and sat down at the table along with Seto and Yugi.

“So who’s that new kid Marik’s torturing?” Seto asked.

“That’s Adrian. He’s not new to the school, just to the table. He’s our lead singer.” Malik said. Seto nodded as he began to pick at the lunch food.

“Hey, where’s Joey?” Ryou asked.

“Hiding.” Yami said.

“From who?” Malik asked. Yugi and Yami both pointed to Seto, who in turn shrugged.

Muffled laughter was heard and everyone looked over at the wide eyed and red faced Adrian as Marik laughed into his neck, small trickles off blood running down Adrian’s tan skin, tainting it.

“Marik, no sexual play at school” Bakura scolded and hit Marik upside the head. Marik growled and rubbed his head as he pulled away from Adrian’s neck. He licked his lips clean and then the blood that had gotten away.

Laughter was heard from behind them and everyone looked back as they saw James approaching them.

“That’s him.” Malik whispered to Marik.

Marik nodded and stood up, making Adrian stand up with him. He took Adrian by the hand and headed over to James. While approaching him and his friends Marik took Adrian into his arms and kissed him passionately. Adrian was in shock, but snapped out of it as he felt a tongue running across his lips. He parted them, allowing the questing tongue to enter. Marik slid his tongue into Adrian’s hot, wet mouth as he ran his hands down Adrian’s body, fingernails scrapping the skin. Adrian moaned and wrapped his arms around Marik’s neck, clutching to him with need.

James took that moment to look over from talking with his friends and stopped dead in his tracks. He was in shock to see his best friend, not to mention innocent friend, in the arms and a lip lock with the most sadistic and psychotic man that went to their school. James tired to regain his composure and acted as if nothing was going on and he wasn’t affected by the sight. He walked right past them, purposely shoving Marik with his shoulder, efficiently breaking up the kiss.

“Excuse you jackass.” Marik growled at James. Adrian still clutched to Marik, now trying to catch his breathing. James just kept walking.

“Oh I’m sorry; I didn’t know you were ill-mannered. Here, let me...” Marik was punched in the face. James stood there with an outraged face on. Marik smirked as he licked the blood from his busted lip. He looked over at Adrian and kissed him once more before ensuing a fight with James.

Adrian watched as they fought over something. He wasn’t sure if it was over him or what Marik said to James, but they were definitely fighting. A crowed started to form around them as the two boys were now on the ground, Marik on top of James, punching him in the gut and face. There were times that James managed to switch the positions and punch the hell out of Marik. Bloody noses , busted lips, cuts, bits and bruises were given before the principal was down in the cafeteria. As soon as students saw him, they all started leaving till it was just Adrian, and the two fighting, with their friends watching safely from their table.

Principal Takanaka pulled both boys apart from one another. He threw Marik to the ground and helped James stand.

“Just what on earth is going on here?” His voice rumbled. Everyone started talking at once.

“Quiet!!!” he yelled and the room was filled with silence. He looked around and his eyes landed on the shaking Adrian.

“Mr. Mont. Please can you tell me what happened?” Takanaka asked. Adrian stared at him nervously. Takanaka sighed and tried again.

“Do you know who started this fight?” he asked. Adrian looked at Marik who had that look that just said, “Rat me out and you’ll regret living.”. He looked at James and saw his look that screamed “You stick up for him and our friendship is over.”

“Well?” Takanaka pressured. Adrian started to shake even more as he tired to answer his question.

“Answer me!” Takanaka yelled.

“Principal Takanaka. I really don’t think yelling at my petrified little brother will solve your problem, so kindly leave him alone.” Came a calm and smooth voice. Eyes turned to Duke Devlin, Adrian’s adopted older brother.

Duke calmly walked over to his adopted brother and held out his arms. Adrian went running into the safety of his brother’s arms like he had the night before.

“But he is the only reliable witness!” Takanaka said.

“Does it look like I care? Give them both detentions if you must, but leave my brother alone from now on thank you.” Duke said. And with that he and Adrian turned and left them. Takanaka sighed and turned to the trouble makers.

“Detentions for the next three weeks and kitchen duty for ruining the cafeteria. “ he announced and left. James glared at Marik who glared right back.

“I don’t know what you did to my friend, but if I ever see you near him again, you won’t be so lucky next time.” James warned before walking off. Marik flicked him off before he got up and crossed his arms grinning as he looked at the others.

“Fun indeed.” He said before laughing and leaving them, Bakura following him.

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