He was waking up, again to the darkness, still unable to move but this time he was laying down. He could tell he was in a bed, the cool sheets touching his body. ‘Where the hell are my clothes?’ he tried to say but couldn’t. His mind started racing, he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, ‘What’s going on here...’ Then he remembered, ‘Marik!’

~Yes my slave? ~ the words came to his thoughts.

‘What have you done to me?”

~Nothing much...yet. ~ Jounouchi could almost see the smile on Marik’s face as he said that. “You’re going to be my perfect little slave when I’m done with you.”

‘NEVER!’ Jounouchi screamed.

“Poor darling must be extremely frustrating not being able to see, move or talk right now.”

‘If you can read my mind then I can talk all I want, stupid bastard. At least I can yell at you like this.’

“Only because I’m letting you...you see I could completely wipe your mind away right now leaving you an empty shell for me to play with. However, this is more fun. This way you know exactly what I’m doing to you, I get to experience your wonderful reactions, and you’ll always have the memories I leave you.” Jounouchi could feel Marik’s fingers winding through his hair; he wanted desperately to pull away, cringing inside as his pulse quickened. ~There, there little one. You’re going to love what I do with you, and if the Pharaoh gets hurt along the way...so much the better. ~

The hand stopped in his hair, now he could feel the fingers winding their way down his face. A soft light touch on his cheek, a gentle caress from a lover, down the fingers trailed flowing from cheek to lips. Ghosting fingers, drifting on the neck, dragging down further still.

Jounouchi screamed internally, ‘Stop!’ His mind and body confused, the touch tearing him apart. He wanted it to stop, wanted it to continue.

“Is it really so bad now?” the faceless voice beside him asked. Knowing the conflicting emotions fighting inside his pretty blond toy, Marik traced his fingers across Jounouchi’s chest. ‘This is too much fun,’ the images he was getting from Jounouchi’s mind were powerful.

‘Marik dead...stabbed with a large knife.’ Jounouchi would have jumped off the bed if he could have as Marik’s hand ran over his bare chest, fingertips stopping to rub and tease his nipples as they passed. ‘Marik dead...shot through the head.’ Jounouchi could feel himself hardening from the touches, ashamed at his body’s betrayal. ‘Marik dead...killed by that psycho in Bakura’s Millennium Ring.’

~What a shame you have the wrong image of me...Maybe I can make it better. ~ Marik got up off the bed, “Open your eyes.”

‘Stupid, my eyes are...’ Jounouchi stopped as he realized Marik didn’t mean in the physical sense. The light in the room blinding him temporarily, he winced and tried to move again.

~Sorry...only the eyes. ~

‘May I at least move my head? My neck’s getting sore.’ Jounouchi heard a chuckle.

“What do we say?”

‘Please?’

“Close...but I think I can let it go this time, you’ll be saying the right words soon enough.” He turned his head immediately toward Marik’s voice.

‘Look you bastard that is the most I’ll ever say to you.’ Jounouchi couldn’t understand it, he could see again, but still he couldn’t see Marik.

~Temper, temper now. You keep pushing me like that and you’ll see I have one too,~ the low growl came into his thoughts. “You know I’ve only been playing with you, you have no idea what I can do.” A figure came into view, misted out of focus.

Jounouchi turned to look away, ‘Humph, like what?’

“Look at me!” The helpless boy’s head turned on it’s own to face Marik. “I am in control of you. Your life, your body, everything is mine.”

The hazy fog in his sight shifted, and there before him was the boy he knew as Namu. ‘What the fuck? Namu, what are you doing here.’

“Ra you are an idiot! There is no ‘Namu’ it was just a rouse to get to you. I AM Marik.” He watched as this bit of information sunk into Jounouchi’s mind. ~Now where was I? Oh yes...~

Marik returned to the bed to continue his slow torture of the delicious boy. His hand ran over Jounouchi’s chest again taking up where he had left off. Following the definition of muscle there, “Lift your arms, over the head grab the headboard.” His mind protested, trying to stop his body from doing as told. The muscles on his chest, more defined now, called out to be touched, caressed. Fingers flowed, lower pulling the sheet covering the last decent part of his slave off, unveiling the rest of his perfect skin. ‘My thanks to you Qetesh, you’ve done a fine job on this one.’ ~Beautiful...~

‘Fuck off!’

~Not yet Bamer, not yet...~ As the dark Egyptian reached up to take off his shirt Jounouchi’s heart stopped. He knew what was coming but that didn’t mean he was looking forward to it. “I said not yet...relax,” the last came as a command and had the effect of one from a master to a mental slave. He could feel the tension leaving his muscles, softening under Marik’s gaze. Jounouchi tried to glare back, trying to force some part of his body to remain tensed, trying to have some upper hand. It wasn’t working.

‘At least it’s me and not Anzu...or Serenity, if that nut got his hands on her...’ he cut the thought off attempting to protect both girls from Marik’s thoughts.

“My dear, Katsuya I have other plans for the girl.” ‘A sister? Have to see about that...’ ~Oh I didn’t want you all soft; have to fix that won’t I? ~ Marik climbed back on the bed and returned to running his hands lightly over his reluctant slave’s body. ~You really are beautiful you know...has no one bothered telling you. ~ Marik’s violet eyes flashed up to Jounouchi’s face, watching the struggle there. He stretched out his half-clothed body on top of the naked boy, looking down into the angry brown eyes. “Don’t you like this? I’m not a bad master you know...if you do what I want. Hells, I’m even giving you the choice! Give me willingly what I want...and you’ll never be alone again.” His hand was in Jounouchi’s hair again, brushing it out of his face, sending shivers down Jounouchi’s body.

‘Damn psycho bastard, stay outta my head!’ Jounouchi yelled. He was tired of his every thought being open for Marik to twist.

~But you’ve dreamed of this...okay not me, but still...wanted to be held, loved, caressed like this...I can be more of a lover to you than you’ve ever imagined him to be.~ An image of another boy came to Jounouchi’s mind.

‘Stop playing with my thoughts Marik. I have no idea what you’re talking about.’ It seemed to be getting warmer in the room, as a flush covered his face he turned his head away.

‘Qetesh, did you have to make him even sexier like that?’ “Fine if that’s the way you want to play it, but he would only hurt you in the end...”

“Master Marik?” a voice called outside his room.

Marik kissed Jounouchi’s cheek softly, “I’ll be right back my love, after I explain that when I say I don’t want to be interrupted, I mean it.” The look on Marik’s face changed from the soft form he had been showing Jounouchi to one of rage. Jounouchi felt a little worried for who ever was outside the door, worried but grateful.

 

 

Authors notes:

Qetesh is the Egyptian Goddess of Love and Beauty

Bamer translates as “Glorious Desire”


 

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