Marik x Ryou fic. Based as a side-story along the plot of the Battle City blimp. Basically, after Ryou's been attacked by Slifer's assault from Yami Bakura's duel with Yami Yugi, Marik finds the unconcious, weak Ryou in his room and takes a liking to him that even Marik doesn't understand. But what he doesn't know is exactly how this impulsive reaction is going to result...especially if Ryou doesn't know his own feelings for this Egyptian Darkness that could be either his savior or his tormentor, and especially if Yami Bakura finds out about it.
Two pairings in here! Thiefshipping: Malik x Yami Bakura and Deathshipping: Marik x Ryou. Lime, and possible lemons in here. Just to be safe.
Disclaimer: Doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Not me, anyways. XD
And yes, this is a gift-fic to AmethystRoze!! (hugs)
Never Knew
Chapter One: Encounters
Abyss.
Such a perfect word to describe the world that Ryou felt consumed in. Masses of clouded purple and navy black fog glossoming in thick clumps encircled him, blurrying his gaze, sucking out his soul in slow, graceful grasps, until he felt as lifeless as he was miserable.
He wasn't actually depressed, but that's what the Shadow Realm did to you. It fed upon your living happiness, your incentives, your imagination, your will to live. Your motive for survival. And while Ryou was determined and strong at heart, without the prescence of his yami he was more vulnerable to surrender to the emptyness.
Yami Bakura, having to manage to transfer yet another piece of his soul into another oh-so-convient object, had left Ryou alone, knowing Ryou could fend for himself, so that he could spend the endless nights that would be in the Shadow Realm, had not he managed to find a way to occupy himself with more interesting matters. Ryou had softly asked him where he was going, but the darkness merely gave him a conniving smirk, and Ryou sighed. Instead of caring for his own, the Egyptian tomb thief was caring for some other hikari. Malik, most likely.
And now Ryou was all alone, his soul slowly ebbing away to the darkness.
He didn't love Yami Bakura. He tried to befriend him, tried to make at least civil truce, but at the very most he wished Bakura could be with him right now, among the Shadows. It was certainly less depressing. But Ryou, though a naive little hikari, was also intelligent and quick to learn that he couldn't expect much of what he could hope from Yami Bakura, so deep inside his heart, he half-heartedly wasn't even surprised.
But still....the darkness.....oh how weak he felt...
Suddenly, a weak light was pulsing in the corner...he turned his sight towards it, squinting at the slowly evolving source of illumination. Gently reaching out towards it, he felt a swishing speed of wind fly past him...before...
He opened his eyes.
Where was he? He wasn't in the Shadow Realm any more? Then..where was..
He blinked open his eyes, and was met with a haunting gaze of deep, narrowed lavender ones. Gasping slightly, he jumped and scrambled back, the sudden shock numbing his common sense. A sharp pain stabbed his upper left arm; looking down, he saw a fresh new spew of blood was slowly spreading from the bandages. Oh...maybe that's why he felt so weak...how ironic. Blood loss in the Shadow Realm.
"Don't do that," said a harsh voice. Ryou blinked and looked up, and immediately supressed a swallow. A man was standing in front of him...a teen, it looked more like, but the finely tuned muscles and deeply tanned skin seemed to prove otherwise. Sandy, angular bangs that ended in sharp spikes danced in front of his enchanting, narrow lavender eyes. The rest of his sandy hair shot up in uncontrollable spikes. And on his forehead, glimmered the Eye of Ra.
Another Darkness.
Ryou couldn't help but supress a tired shudder. Oh no, not another yami....probably another one on his quest for world-domination...and in his room, no less!
"Don't do what?" he asked quietly, hoping with all his heart his fear did not edge into his voice/ He had to bite his lip nervously when he noticed that this new Darkness had narrowed his eyes even smaller to a far more impatient look.
"Stay still," the Darkness admonished harshly, reaching out towards him. Immediately Ryou shrank away from him, backing into the wall. The Darkness gave out a growl of frustration as he grabbed the snow-haired hikari's forearm roughly, causing Ryou to wince. He squeezed his eyes shut, wondering what the Darkness was going to do.
"Look at me, Ryou," the Darkness said, commanding and cool. Swallowing slightly, Ryou looked up and bit his lip again when he hesitantly gazed into the depths of the yami's lavender eyes. The Darkness gave him one tired and cynical look before casting his lavender orbs to examine Ryou's arm. For some odd reason, Ryou's heart began to beat rather rapidly, and his throat seemed to tighten. Breathing was rather difficult.
"Who are you?" asked Ryou, bewildered.
By this time, the mysterious newcomer had already discarded Ryou's bandages, and Ryou, upon examining the wound himself, noticed that his cut had healed very effectively. He supposed sudden movement from a possibly long time motionless might've suddenly caused the blood to pour again, but other than that, it wasn't bad. It didn't hurt, and it wasn't serious.
The Darkness looked up, a haunting smirk upon his lips. He brought Ryou's hand to his lips, and, though his eyes never left Ryou's, gently brushed his lips against Ryou's hand. Mouth slightly agape, Ryou watched as the Darkness began to softly kiss up his arm, until he had reached the area of the slightly bleeding wound, and promptly a pink, lush tongue was snaking its way across the wound, licking up the blood. Ryou silently gasped, his gaze narrowing, his eyes clouding with slight fear. How similar this Darkness was to Bakura scared him so far.
"Yami Marik," smirked the Darkness, his lips playing a small smirk across his face.
"Yami --- Malik?" echoed Ryou. "You're...Malik's yami...then.."
"How observant," laughed the Egyptian Darkness, one darkly tanned hand gently clapsing onto Ryou's cheek. Alarmed by the sudden touch, Ryou tried to twist away, but Marik still held a firm grip on his left forearm. Marik's hand slipped to Ryou's neck and held it firmly, causing the snow-haired hikari to freeze up and whimper slightly.
"That's better," smiled Marik. Ryou bit his lip.
The Egyptian Darkness slowly began to wrap fresh new bandages around Ryou's wound, tightly sealing the cut. The fabric felt comforting and snug against Ryou's skin, and ironically, so did Marik's fingers.
So many questions bombarded Ryou's mind, it was rather difficult to keep a clear focus of what was going on as Marik began to lean in, his hand once again upon Ryou's cheek. Finally blinking back into reality, Ryou jerked away, staring in shock at Marik's face.
"What are you doing?" he demanded. Marik raised a fair brow, clearly sizing him up.
"Such an inquistive little host, aren't you?" asked Marik, cocking his head to the side, revealing a dark, smooth tanned throat. Though slightly covered by the exquisite gold choker, Ryou couldn't help but stare, mesmerized, at the throat exposed. What a pretty throat...
He instantly shook his head, clearing his thoughts. What was he thinking?!
"Were you the one who brought me from the Shadows?" Ryou asked, trying to get his mind onto something else.
Marik nodded.
"Why?" asked Ryou, his eyes wide in wonder. "Why? I know you're...evil..."
Marik laughed, his low voice dancing melidously in Ryou's ear, though each note was tinged with a clear octave of evil.
"You are observant!" he laughed, his grip on Ryou's arm tightening. Ryou couldn't back up more than he already had...though he longed to leap off the bed and run.
"Why?" he repeated again.
"Why?" echoed the Egyptian Darkness. "Well..."
He leaned in closer, his lavender gaze searching through Ryou's chocolate brown orbs. Marik's hand upon Ryou's cheek slowly slithered itself underneath Ryou's chin, so that he was now holding Ryou's chin within his palm. He ran his thumb lightly across Ryou's bottom lip, allowing the hikari a sharp gasp of wariness.
"Well," said the Darkness again. "You're beautiful..."
Blinking, his heart racing, Ryou tried to twist away once again, but failed. Marik held a firm grip upon Ryou's chin and titled it upward, so that Ryou's lips were exposed to him. Marik was so close now that his breath swept across Ryou's lips, sending Ryou shivers down his spine.
"And..." the Darkness smirked. "I always get what I want..." and without further warning, he sufficiently closed the inch between their lips and clasped his lips onto Ryou's own, his needy tongue demanding entrance. Surprised and caught off-gaurd, Ryou's mouth was instantly eased open, his tongue being massaged and thrashed by Marik's, before his throat tightened again, denying breath, this time because Marik had managed to play his tongue pratically down Ryou's throat.
Chest tightening as a desperate cry for air, Ryou tried to use his free hand to shove Marik back, but it was futile. Marik was, as all yamis were, simply far too strong for Ryou to fight off. It was vague to Ryou when he noticed that Marik had no longer gripped his chin and instead, slithered it down to Ryou's throat, carressing it in rough circles, lacking more breath for the hikari to breath. His head was thick and foggy, unclear. But ...despite the shock and the wonder and the fear and bewilderment, Ryou couldn't help but notice....how good it all felt.
Finally, after Marik had felt Ryou sink into the wall, he gradually released his hold on Ryou's lips, and regarded the hikari with an amused look, as Ryou tried to regain breath.
"What...!" he gasped. "What...?"
Marik laughed, this time truly in halarity, throwing his head back. He slithered both hands upon Ryou's cheeks, trapping him, and gazed into Ryou's eyes.
"Did you like that, Ryou?" he asked, smirking.
"Like...what?" panted Ryou, eyes wide. His heart raced again as he made a vague note that the Darkness was inching towards him again, ready to conquer his lips again.
"Do you want to feel it again, my beautiful Ryou?" asked Marik, the smirk never leaving his lips. Ryou opened his mouth, but silent, incoherent words merely wilted from his open lips. Smirking again, Marik leaned in and claimed Ryou's lips again, this time met with a struggle and Ryou tried his best to fight Marik off. Annoyed, Marik clambered onto the bed, swinging one leg across Ryou's waist. Soon he managed to force Ryou onto his back, his lips still in lip lock, never releasing once, and managed to pin the struggling hikari down by his arms.
Yet Ryou thrashed his head from side to side, still trying to break the kiss, but in some desperate attempt to free himself, he began wiggling, trying to throw Marik off, but Marik was too heavy that when Ryou's hips bucked slightly beneath the Darkness, it was far too late for Ryou to realize his mistake.
Finally releasing the kiss, Marik leaned his palms on Ryou's wrists, making sure the hikari was securely pinned down. He laughed again and gently drew a finger down Ryou's cheek.
"Oh, don't worry, Ryou. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Hurt me?" repeated Ryou incredulously. "What do you call this?"
"Have I hurt you?" asked Marik pointedly. Ryou's lips fell into a pondering gap as he realized that technically Marik hadn't hurt him yet...in any case, Marik had actually helped him, bringing him back from the Shadow Realm, re-bandaged his wounds...
Then why was Marik on top of him?
"Oh, Ryou," laughed Marik again, reading his mind. "Oh no, Ryou. I never knew such a innocent host could think so dirty."
"Dirty?" repeated Ryou blankly, utterly confused. "What?"
Marik leaned down again, his lips brushing past Ryou's ear.
"I'm not going to do....that," he said softly. "But is this the thanks I get? For bringing you back from the Shadow Realm, for taking care of you?" Smirking again, Marik slipped off Ryou's waist, gently pulling the covers over Ryou's figure.
"You owe me," Marik said, still smirking.
"Owe...you?" repeated Ryou, feeling horribly dumb.
Marik smiled. "Oh yes, Ryou. You don't think bringing you back from the Shadows gives no payment?"
Ryou knitted his eyebrows together, worriedly biting his lip. Laughing again, Marik shook his head, crossing his arms across his chest.
"All I ask of you, right now, Ryou," he smirked, though his tone was that of a biting, commanding, threatening one, "is that you stay here. Do not leave this room, do you understand?"
"Where am I?" asked Ryou.
"Sitll on the Battle City Blimp," replied Marik off-handedly. "But I do not want you to leave your room. Do you understand? Make no noise, make no calls. Do NOT make your presence known, are we clear?"
Ryou opened his mouth to say something, but Marik's hand had suddenly appeared at the base of the hikari's neck, his thumb pressing harshly into Ryou's throat, tightening his air passageway warningly. Whimpering, Ryou nodded, and the grip was released.
"Very good," said Marik, that haunting smile still upon his lips. "Now...have a good night's sleep, Ryou."
"Where are you going?" asked Ryou, his eyelids feeling unusually heavy.
A voice from the intercom echoed into the room.
"The next duel shall begin in five minutes: Malik Ishtar versus Mai Valentine!"
"Oh..." said Ryou softly. Well, at least he'd be alone for now. Confusion still plagued his mind, conflicting with many random emotions. He supposed he should've be thankful to Marik for saving him from the Shadows, but how could someone thank a Darkness? A yami? A evil? Especially when they had just crushed their lips with yours? It made Ryou slightly nervous and sick at the same time to think about what incentives Marik had for him to be alive, if he wanted Ryou to act unconcious and invisible. But...he supposed he should oblige...after all..Marik did bring him back...
....sleep. Sleep was a good answer for now.
"Sleep, Ryou Bakura," said Marik from the doorway. Before the door slid shut, the dark shadow said, "And remember....not a sound."
Shaking slightly, Ryou wearily nodded and fell asleep.
Wow, talk about straight-forwardness....Marik pratically does Ryou the first day he meets him! But no...he's not going to like, you know...(shifty eyes) ...Ryou or something. Right now he's sort of just letting himself go, because he's unsure of what he's feeling. It's like what I think his muderous impulse is. He feels anger, hatred and vengenace, and doesn't know how to deal with it, so he simply does whatever that feels as though it relieves it, and that's to kill. So I guess if he's feeling captured to Ryou, it seems only in his natural incentive to let it go, regardless of if it's good or not. So yeah.
Read and Review, please, people! This is my first ever published yaoi fic, so please be very gentle and please give me some reviews!
-AphroditeLove