There was still a salty aftertaste in his mouth; his stomach cringed. All he wanted to do was throw up, that and get as far away from Marik as possible, as quickly as possible. He opened his eyes, looking up to the ceiling, praying to whatever god he had upset to forgive him.

~But I’m your God now...all the rest have abandoned you. ~

At the voice in his head, Jounouchi flinched. He hadn’t realized, in his state of mind that Marik was still next to him, still awake. ‘Just kill me already...’

“Now what would be the fun of that? I never said I was going to kill you, remember? No I like you like this...you’re a lot more fun alive than dead...although...” Marik trail off his thoughts leaving Jounouchi to image the rest. “And besides, it looks like you’ve got a masochistic streak...the best thing for that would be for me to tell you no.”

‘Why? What the hell kinda enjoyment can you get like this? You really are some damn freak you know that?’ Jounouchi closed his eyes again, not wanting to see the look on Marik’s face, afraid of what he would see there. He couldn’t figure out just how someone could be so completely evil, so cruel, to want to hurt another person the way he was.

~You should see the pretty pictures you imaged a few minutes ago, the emotions you were releasing...very powerful. I’ll have to check out your dream boy later on as a potential new slave, and here I was just using him to get something else I want...~

He wanted to beat the hell out of the violet-eyed monster, ‘Stay the hell away from my friends Marik!’ Jounouchi cursed again the fact that Marik was controlling his body, that he was unable to get his hands around his neck.

Marik just laughed and crawled on top of him. “What are you going to do about it...slave? The same thing you’re going to do about anything I do? Not a damn thing! You have no friends now to save you, no god to pray to, no lover to rescue you and take you in his arms...you only have me and what I can do to you, with you...”

‘You’re wrong Marik, I still have my friends. I will get out of here, one way or another, and when I do you will pay for this.’

“Well if I’m going to pay for something I really should enjoy it completely then shouldn’t I?” Marik, snakelike, slide down the blond’s body rubbing his hands over the firm chest, taunt stomach, and stopping where legs met torso. Taking Jounouchi’s legs and pushing them apart, Marik continued his ministrations to the boy; rubbing his hands down the blond’s long legs first one, then the other. He stopped, reaching over to the counter where he grabbed a bottle of oil.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Jounouchi’s terrified thoughts came. He heard the sound of the bottle opening and felt the cold oil pouring over his body.

“Trying to show you that I am in control...see I’m going to prove to you just how much control I have over your body since you still don’t get it. I’m going to pleasure myself with you, giving you pleasure at the same time. See I’m brilliant! What better way to show what a wonderful master I can be?” Marik looked into Jounouchi’s clear brown eyes, turning his head slightly in confusion.

‘Letting me go,’ the blond thought hopefully. He saw the hand coming before it hit; his check left stinging where Marik’s print remained.

~I SAID this was going to be pleasurable! ~ Marik grabbed a handful of the blond hair, pulling Jounouchi into sitting up, staring straight into his eyes. “So, unless you really do like the pain I have to keep inflicting upon you, I suggest you stop fighting me.” He let go of the locks, letting the boy fall back down to the floor.

‘I will never stop fighting you as long as I breathe, you will have to kill me cause that’s the only way you’ll get me to do what you want.’ Jounouchi’s defiant thoughts sent a chill through him, he didn’t care what the hell Marik was going to do with him, he wasn’t going to do it willingly.

~You know for some reason I keep forgetting what an idiot you are! ~ “I’ve told you, you have no say in this...you’re only here because I want you here. I’ve left you your mind only because it amuses me.” Marik started rubbing the oil into Jounouchi’s skin, kneading the muscles as he went. “Oh you’re so tense. You need to relax more.”

‘Right, like that’s gonna happen anytime soon.’ Another time, another place it might have been different...the feeling of oil-slicked hands, running across his chest, arms, and legs would have relaxed him. The right person doing it...defiantly would. The fact that it was the violet-eyed psycho...just crept him out even more. Of course this was all in theory, after all what did his body know about kidnapping nut cases? Nothing! What his body did know the warm hands caressing him were soft and gentle, touching places they had no right to, places Jounouchi had only dreamed that someone would one day touch. His body again betraying him, reacting to the increased attention. ‘Marik, STOP! You can’t do this!’

“And why not? I can do what ever I want with you, you still don’t get it!” The pressure from the hands got harder, more forceful. “You are mine forever.” Nails dug into the soft flesh on his thigh, causing a whimper from Jounouchi. His legs pushed further apart caused a very public display of his body’s embarrassing reaction. The oiled hands wrapped around him, working to further the hardening.

‘NO! I don’t care what you do to me but that!’ He tried to get up, struggling still under Marik’s control.

~But little one, you’re enjoying it so much...do you really want me to stop? ~

‘YES!’ Jounouchi’s mind screamed, ‘Stop Marik.’

“Okay, but now I have to find something else to do...” Marik took the bottle of oil again, pouring more over the blond. After covering his wonderful slave, Marik lay down on top of him coating his own flesh with the oil. As he moved over top of Jounouchi, Marik made sure to connect with the unwilling boy’s erection. As he rubbed his legs and chest over the now hardened flesh, a reluctant moan of protest came from its owner. He slid down again between Jounouchi’s legs, and then lifted the blond’s hips up while taking one hand a wrapping it again around flesh there.

Jounouchi started to panic, realizing just what Marik had in mind. ‘NO! Please you can’t...’ Those violet eyes looked at him in amazement, not seeming to comprehend. Then suddenly, they flashed with anger. His body screamed out in the pain when Marik slammed into him without warning, his whole being torn apart.

“I’m the Master here remember? You are mine to do with, as I please, not the other way around.” He pushed further into the tight virgin opening, forcing his way. Marik realized there wasn’t much enjoyment for him, just pounding into the unwilling boy, not without the struggle. He might as well have sex with the dead, the only difference was the dead didn’t scream at the intrusion even mentally as Jounouchi was. The owner of the Millennium Rod relinquished some of his control over Jounouchi’s body just enough to feel the boy move beneath him as he attempted to escape.

His hands curled up into fists without his noticing, striking up at the one holding him down. ‘Moved! I can move,’ the thought barely registered in between the mixed pain and disgusted he was feeling. Jounouchi tried to move away, out from under Marik’s thrusts but the darkling kept him pinned to the floor pounding into his battered and bruised body. As Marik continued his attack, Jounouchi reached up to grab a handful of the pale blond hair but found his arms immobilized once again above his head. ‘You bastard!’

~Sorry love, you were moving just a tad too much for my liking. You can still move around, more or less.~ Marik smirked at the wriggling blond who was still moving to get away. He let out a laugh, enjoying the fact that all Jounouchi was doing as he moved was adding to his own pleasure. Marik lifted Jounouchi’s hips up, allowing even deeper penetration, and his thrusts to hit the bundle of nerves giving his victim enjoyment to add to his shame.

His vision was gone again, this time in a hot white flash; his scream this time one mixed and confused, pained but pleasured. Jounouchi jumped at the contact, pressing up closer to Marik, bringing them together again as the other plunged down into him. He lost track of thought, unable to comprehend anything but the pressure, gone in the mingling sensations of the hurt and undesired pleasure. His body responded to the touch of Marik’s hands wrapping once again around his erection, the whole time crying out in his mind for it to stop. The soft touch of the hands, getting tighter around him, moving in time with the drive into him, was doing its job. His release came, forcing a tension throughout, muscles clinching allover.

As Jounouchi lay there, feeling dirty, ashamed at what had happened, Marik continued his assault. He looked down at the broken blond and release complete control over him. Then, breathing in the emotional waste off the boy, he felt his own orgasm flood out. They lay there on the floor, Jounouchi shivering, mind still reeling from everything that had just happened.

~That wasn’t so bad now was it? Hell, I think you were the best yet.~ Marik got up off the floor, walking across the room. He never expected Jounouchi to get up also, he sure as hell didn’t expect him to tackle him. Marik found himself on the ground, Jounouchi over him punching, biting and kicking for all he was worth. He had to call Rashid in to help him get the boy back under control. “So still some fight in you after all. Good, I’d hate to have broken my new little toy so completely...but for now I think you’re going to have to lose everything. I can always release you again for our next go round.”

 

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