[Scrapped] The Maiden of Kul Elna
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aftanithTitle: The Maiden of Kul Elna
Author: AFTanith
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Notes: This is a scrapped (and extremely incomplete) draft of Bound by Gold (or one of the other Maiden of Kul Elna installments).
Odion staggered toward the duel just in time. Marik's victory over the Pharaoh loomed on the horizon, and the bald Egyptian servant was the world's last hope.
Malik's limp astral body hung in its chains behind Marik. From her place beside Seto, Emily peered up at the nearly unconscious boy, but he showed no signs of regaining his strength. Her heart sunk. The high-altitude wind atop the blimp whistled in everyone's ears as they waited for someone to make the next move.
Odion's arrival did not seem to faze Marik. His amused smirk never faltered; he clearly believed that victory was within his grasp. The very thought was horrifying. "Well, well, Odion. You're just in time to witness the downfall of your precious pharaoh." He laughed cruelly. The winds carried the sound, the dense fog of the Shadow Realm bouncing it back to them in endless echoes. "You are too late to help my weak half. I will not give up this body. I cannot be defeated--not by you, not by anyone. The Shadow Realm will take his soul and I will triumph." A golden force encompassed Odion as Marik directed the Millennium Rod toward him. His already worn body crashed into the metal wall, but he would not abandon his mission.
"You can conquer this evil, Master! You have the power to destroy what you created!"
Another mocking laugh cut through the air. "That fool may have created me, but I far surpass him now. There is no one with the power to destroy me." Emily suddenly realized his insane, violet gaze was upon her; she squeezed Seto's arm in fear. The young CEO said nothing, but she wished he would set aside his pride for once and comfort her. They were friends, after all; actually, she suspected she was the only friend he had besides Mokuba. Yet he stayed stony as ever despite the terror consuming her; the look of fury in Marik's eyes made Seto's comfortless touch seem ultimately worthless.
Marik's glare swiveled to Yami. "It's time to lose, Pharaoh!" The Winged Dragon of Ra opened its golden mouth wide, and an intense beam of light illuminated the duel arena. The air swirled violently around the tower as the blast expoded to engulf the Pharaoh. Emily screamed and turned her face toward Seto's chest. To her surprise, he wrapped an arm around her and held her against him as his other arm grabbed Mokuba's shoulder.
The light faded away, and the Pharaoh lay face down on the floor. He did not move as his life points plunged to zero. Marik roared triumphantly, and the sound brought tears to Emily's eyes once more. The holograms faded; the duel was over. Everything was over.
Marik smirked at the unconscious body of the Pharaoh. Yami, Yugi, and Malik were already in the Shadow Realm, and Emily could only imagine the horrible things Marik had planned for her and the others.
Joey, Tristan, and Duke each advanced on Marik, but he was prepared. He raised the Millennium Rod, and before they had a chance to do any damage to him, all three stood immobilized. "Pathetic fools." Marik glanced again at Emily, and turned the Rod to the rest of the crowd. She felt Seto's arms tense around her as he and the others lost their mobility, but Emily found she could still move. She ducked out of Seto's grasp to stare Marik down as he advanced with a smirk toward her. There was a certain manic glint in his eyes as she stood protectively in front of Seto and Mokuba. "If I wanted to kill him, he'd already be dead."
"Get the hell away from us, then!"
Marik rolled his eyes. "Bitch..." He waltzed back toward the fallen Pharaoh and lifted him by the hair. "He is the only one I truly need dead." He looked back at Emily. With a smile, he gazed into her eyes as the blade of the Millennium Rod sliced through the Pharaoh's neck with ease. Emily screamed; blood exploded out of the punctured vessels, and she had to move backward to avoid the blood spatter. She held herself tightly in her own arms, and Marik dropped the dying body in the puddle of blood pooling beneath it. He took the Millennium Puzzle and Necklace away from the corpse.
"And now you three," he said as he moved toward Joey, Tristan, and Duke, "will learn exactly why one never defies me." He slashed the blade across each of their throats in quick succession, each time only barely missing the explosion of blood. Even as they succumbed to death, they did not fall. Emily closed her eyes and sobbed harder. She gathered the Kaiba brothers behind her, well aware that she would not be able to stop Marik if he intended to kill them.
Marik turned to Odion and took a deep breath as if savoring the moment. "I have waited so long to kill you, Odion. You have been the bane of my existence since the day I was born. Today, it ends." He knelt down beside his adopted brother. He took the Millennium Rod and touched the tip to Odion's chest, directly over his heart. "Ready to die?" He plunged the blade forward. For several seconds--it seemed like an eternity--the blame simply rested in Odion's chest; Marik slowly withdrew it, and the golden weapon glistened with a thick coating of crimson blood. "That should finish you off."
Marik turned back to Emily and sauntered forward. He grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks. "Why so distraught, my dear?"
"Leave them alone!" she growled ferally.
Marik grinned at her. "Why should I?"
"Because I fucking said so!" Slowly, she was losing control of herself. Everyone was dead... or about to die. She had to try to find a way to save them.
Marik laughed. "Cursing at me won't convince me to do anything for you." He put his mouth near her ear, and his hot breath caressed her. "Beg."
Her eyes narrowed angrily, but she could see no other way to help her friends. She turned her face toward him, so now she spoke into his ear. "Please, Marik," she whispered. "Please do this for me..."
He sneered at her. "You can keep three of them."
"What?" Emily gasped.
"I said you can choose which three of your friends get to live."
Emily's blood ran cold. "And the ones I don't choose?"
"They die."
She closed her eyes again. How could she condemn her friends? Did it really have to come down to who mattered the most to her? "Don't kill Seto or Mokuba," she whispered.
"No third?"
Her eyelids flew open. "I don't know who to pick!" She tried to glance at her friends, but he held her head still. "Is... Is Ryou still alive?" Marik may have sent Bakura to the Shadow Realm, but perhaps she could still save her lover's Hikari.
Marik's eyes narrowed. "More or less." Her heart skipped a beat.
She stayed silent for a moment. Could she condemn her other friends to death? Tea? Mai? Serenity?
"Don't kill Ryou."
Marik released her face and turned the Rod toward the others, but did not shed their blood. Perhaps he meant to simply let them starve to death, immobilized on the top of Kaiba Corp. Tower. He turned back toward Emily and the Kaiba brothers and released his hold over them. Kaiba instantly grabbed Mokuba and Emily and tugged them away from Marik.
"Release her, Kaiba. She belongs to me. You certainly can't protect her; she's the one protecting you." Kaiba did not let go. "I've promised not to kill you, so I suggest you don't make me a liar."
"Let go, Seto," Emily pleaded softly. Seto's grip loosened, and Emily slipped away. Marik pulled her to him as she gazed solemnly at her friend. "Please don't give him an excuse to hurt you."
Seto said nothing, but Mokuba sobbed and howled at the sight of his friend's bodies. His older brother covered his eyes, shielding him from the gore.
Marik directed Emily toward the elevator, calling over his shoulder to the Kaiba brothers as he pushed her. "You have two options: come back to the blimp or stay on the island to die. I don't care which you choose." Nervously, the brothers followed, and the four people piled into the elevator.
The door shut behind them with a ding, and the Kaibas huddled into one corner. Emily rested her back against the wall opposite them. Marik glanced over at her, a lustful expression unhidden on his face. He reached out and twisted his fingers into her hair, pulling her face to his. She trembled slightly as he held her against the wall, but otherwise did not respond to him. He did not seem to mind as his hands slipped down her body, caressing her hips. He shifted his waist forward, and she felt his arousal press against her.
Suddenly, he was interrupted. "Control yourself," Seto demanded. "My brother is still here."
Emily cringed; Marik turned toward Seto with a terrifying expression on his face. "You live at my mercy, Kaiba; you will not speak in my presence unless instructed to."
Kaiba clenched his jaw angrily, but Marik grudgingly detached himself from Emily anyway. The door finally opened with another ding, and the foursome boarded the blimp. "Tell the pilot to take off immediately," Marik dismissed Kaiba and lead Emily away. "I have some more loose ends to tie up, my dear."
They walked down the hallway, and Emily soon realized where they were headed. She had been in that room many times since Marik's release; it was Mai Valentine's room, and inside she and Serenity Wheeler awaited their death.
Joey's little sister stood up when they entered. The look on her innocent features made it obvious that she realized exactly what happened. Glistening tears fell from her large doe eyes. She only spoke one word. "Emily?"
She whimpered, unable to bear looking at the other girl. That broken stare made her feel so guilty. She gave away their lives, and she got to live. She, of all the others, got to live. Why?
Mercifully, Marik did not spill the young woman's blood. He raised the golden Rod, sending her mind to the Shadow Realm. Her frail body collapsed onto the floor with those accusing eyes open and staring. Emily looked away, trembling as she struggled not to cry. Marik glanced at Serenity, then Mai. "I think we're done here. Even if your little rich boy gets them to a hospital, they'll never wake up." He watched the tears sliding down Emily's cheeks. "You could have saved them."
She glared up at him. "Yes, I could have. Or you could have."
Marik snorted, pulling her out of the room. "Why would I want to do that?"
Emily thought for a moment. Beside the normal human answers of kindness and compassion, what reason could appease Marik? "Mai's prettier than me."
Marik grinned to himself. "Very true, my dear. She was certainly a fiery vixen, wasn't she?" He looked at Emily. "And as for Serenity? What reason would I have to save her?" This was clearly amusing him.
"She wouldn't have put up a fight."
He chuckled softly. "What would be the fun in that? Given that choice, I would easily have picked the lovely Miss Valentine. I imagine she'd be the much better fuck." Emily winced. "But your question just shows me that you don't yet understand why I claimed you."
"I have no idea."
They were at another doorway. Emily could not remember whose it was; who else was here? "That fool Bakura was so obsessed with you, so protective of you. Taking you away from him is just too much fun to resist." Emily wanted to scream.
Marik opened the door. "Hello, sister."
This was Ishizu's room. The Egyptian woman sat emotionlessly in a chair in the dead center. Her hands were folded together in her lap. Something silver glittered between her fingers, but Emily could not tell what it was.
"Marik," she acknowledged, her enigmatic blue eyes devoid of their usual luster.
"You're not afraid, dear sister?"
Ishizu shook her head. "No, evil spirit, I am not afraid of you. Rather, I pity those left to suffer your reign."
Marik walked closer toward her, a malicious smirk on his lips. "You pity the living, but not the dead?"
"The dead escape your evil and are welcomed into the next world." She looked to Emily. "I suggest you follow me." Her hands separated, revealing the silver knife resting in her lap. Emily gasped in horror as the Egyptian woman lifted it to her neck. "Save yourself." A flash of metal and a rain of crimson, and she was gone.
Stunned, Emily stared at Ishizu's corpse; Marik was beside himself in laughter. "This was better than I could have imagined." How could he be so cruel? "Shall you take her advice?" Emily stayed silent against his taunt, beginning to think suicide was not such a bad idea. Perhaps the freedom of death was worth it. He leaned down slightly and whispered in her ear. "I'll never let you escape." She shuddered, knowing the truth when she heard it. "Now let's go. She can rot alone."
Amidst the sorrow, a sudden dread filled Emily's heart. If Marik's killing rampage was over for now, that left his attention focused on her alone. She walked obediently beside him toward his room; her mind was swiftly working, trying to imagine some way to avoid the fate awaiting her when they reached their destination.
All too soon, they were there. Oh god. Marik shoved her into the room, turning the light on. "Get undressed and get in the bed." She looked at him with a mixture of fury and panic. "We're going to sleep." What? He saw the surprise on her face and smirked. "Well, I could fuck you tonight, if you want."
"I'm tired," Emily quickly informed him.
"Right." He pulled off his shirt, the Millennium Ring and Puzzle both resting against his bare chest. "Come here." He pulled the Necklace out of his pocket. "Come here," he repeated when she did not move. Unsurely, she neared him. He tied the Necklace around her thin white neck. "It looked better on Ishizu."
"Fuck you." Marik raised a brow; wrong choice of words.
"I believe I asked you to undress," he reminded her. She grasped her shirt nervously, but slowly pulled it off. He took it from her and threw it onto the floor on top of his. His eyes roamed over her breasts and stomach for a moment, and he began to remove his pants. She stripped off hers, too, and for an extremely awkward moment, they both just stared at each other. Marik grinned at her, already raping her with his eyes. "Get in the bed and go to sleep. You're going to want your rest. It might be the last proper night of sleep you ever get."
Shaking slightly, she climbed onto the mattress and pulled the covers over herself. She watched him vigilantly as he walked over to the bed. He set down the Millennium Rod, Puzzle, and Ring. "Tomorrow you're going to get the Eye and Scales for me."
"What?"
"I know Bakura has them," Marik said. "That just leaves the Key, which Shadi has in his possession. Perhaps eventually I'll claim it, too. I'm not really concerned. Unlike your idiot thief, I have little interest in their minimal power. I have enough of my own." He climbed onto the bed, reaching out to her. His entire body lingered over her menacingly, and his finger traced the golden surface of the Millennium Necklace. "Are you going to sleep wearing this?" Emily shook her head, took it off, and handed it to him; he set it on the nightstand beside him. "Goodnight." He lay down beside her, wrapping his muscular arms around her slim body. His embrace was comfortingly warm, but foreign to her. His arms were too brawny; she missed Bakura's lean muscles. She would give anything to be in Bakura's arms instead; they were both maniacs, but Bakura at least seemed to care about keeping her safe.
Soon enough, Marik's breathing slowed to a steady, almost soothing rhythm as his chest rose and fell against her back. She, however, lay awake, unable to relax in the presence of the monster. Hours passed before he rolled away from her, and she was free from his arms. Emily rolled over, feeling distinctly safer when she could keep an eye on him. She found herself staring at the Millennium Ring. Somehow, the mere sight of it on the nightstand comforted her. Carefully, she reached over Marik, took the Item in her hand, and pulled its cord over her head. It rested against her breasts as she lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She finally felt slightly safe; even if Bakura's soul no longer dwelled within it, it was still connected to him. It was almost like he was there.
Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she drifted off to sleep.
Marik awoke the next morning to the feeling of several annoying pinpricks on his back. He rolled over and looked down slightly, immediately finding the culprit; the Millennium Ring hung from the girl's neck again. Its pointed tips were raised toward him, trying to fend him away from her defenseless body. Apparently, though Bakura was long gone, he had made some lasting imprint on the Item. Damn.
The golden Ring rested against the girl's breasts. His gazed roved to the small mounds of flesh, and he frowned slightly. She had made a good point yesterday; tall, blonde, and voluptuous Mai Valentine was far more physically appealing to him--to any man--than this tiny little girl. She couldn't even be a legal adult yet, he guessed. Leave it to Bakura to chose such a plain, young thing for his queen. Then again, there had always been something off about that spirit.
In all honesty, Marik did not see what was special about her. She certainly was not ugly, but she was too young to even look like a truly adult woman yet. A pretty teenager, yes, but not a woman. Perhaps that was the biggest problem he had with her. Bakura might be content with ephebophilia while trapped in an adolescent body, but Marik was certainly not.
Yet, even despite that, the girl's personality did not appeal to him anyway; she seemed weak, always clinging to whichever alpha male could tolerate her: Bakura, Kaiba, and Ra knows who before them. Yet Bakura had indeed chosen her as his queen--and how he bragged about it--so there must be something desirable about her. Marik just had yet to discover it.
Beside him, she started to stir. Her eyelids fluttered opened, revealing her blue irises. Her eyes were nothing unusual, nothing enticing, but the fear within them was something else. She stared at him like a tiny mouse caught in a cobra's gaze and stayed entirely still, as if her immobility would allow her to disappear from his vision.
Slowly, though, the emotion on her face began to change before his eyes. As he watched, she gathered her nerves and finally tried to move away from him. Though amused, he would not have that; he pulled her back down roughly. She landed with her cheek against his pectorals, and her muscles tensed as she lay silent in anticipation of his reaction. "Afraid?" The word lingered in the air for a moment, a sinister hiss.
"Annoyed, actually."
"Your eyes say otherwise."
"They talk too much."
Marik snorted. "At least you're amusing." He sat up, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up to look at him properly. He was going to make sure he had her undivided attention. "What did Bakura see in you?"
The girl raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
He tightened his fingers around her chin. "I suggest you watch your tone, little whore. I'm not Bakura; you mean nothing to me, and I will relish in punishing you." Come to think of it, it might be the only way for me to find you attractive enough to get it up at all. "Now answer the question. Why would Bakura offer so much to a mere mortal like you?"
Much to his annoyance, she rolled her eyes at him. "How the bloody hell should I know? He didn't tell me."
His hands clenched her hair tighter, tugging on the roots. She winced, and Marik felt several hairs tear from the tension.
"Careful, my dear. My wrath is something few survive."
It surprised him when she scoffed. "You already killed my friends, and you can't go back on your word to kill the Kaibas."
"I can always kill you."
A strangely serene smile grew on her face. "Be my guest."
"Well, if that doesn't scare you, I suppose we're left with torture." She shrugged. He raised a brow. "Persistent little liar, aren't you?" He shoved her neck back, watching for her slight wince. She started to squirm away, but he wrapped his hand around that delicate neck and squeezed. Almost instantaneously, her porcelain skin began to turn a desperate red. "I'll do my best to make you scream." She closed her eyes, coughing as she struggled to breathe against the crushing force on her windpipe. He rolled on top of her, pushing her down into the mattress. He released her neck, a sadistic grin upon his lips as she gasped. Her eyes, now open once more, were slightly unfocused, dazed yet filled with hate. He loved that look.
She almost ruined it when she opened her mouth. "What makes you think I haven't had worse?"
Marik stopped to consider it. Maybe she was not pretending after all. Considering her former lover was Bakura, she might even enjoy this treatment. If there was anyone with the potential to be as sadistic as he was, it was that albino. Maybe he wouldn't have to waste time breaking the bitch in...
"Maybe that's what made you so desireable to him." He unbuttoned his pants. "Maybe he knew you liked it when he hurt you." He laughed. "I wonder how hard he fucked your little pussy." His zipper came down, freeing his erection. She stared at his face, afraid to look down. "Was he the first?" Her gaze flickered to the ceiling, and he growled. "I asked you a question."
"Yes," she spat, her eyes still focused directly upwards.
"I feel sorry for you, then. You'll never know what it's like to be with a normal man." He started to pull down his boxers with one hand and reached out to unclasp her bra with the other. She gasped as he pulled the fabric away and the air touched her bare flesh; goosebumps formed on her light skin as her pink nipples hardened. She closed her eyes, feeling tears threaten to spill from embarrassment and fear. She could not even bring herself to struggle anymore; her throat went dry as she tried to fight the tearful panic.
"F-fuck you," she gasped, the first tear sliding down her cheek.
"You're going to," he promised, brushing his thumb over the single teardrop on her face. She opened her eyes to watch in disgust as he raised the thumb to his mouth and licked off the salty water. Sick, she looked away. How could this be happening? This was the very thing from which Bakura had sworn to protect her. All those promises, all those claims that she was his and his alone, even the rather frightening instances when he ranted about what exactly he would do to any man who tried to take her away from him... Was it all a lie? Or had Bakura truly overestimated his own power? Did he perhaps think himself too powerful even for the Shadow Realm? His miscalculation had become her torment. Her personal Hell.
Marik's palm across her face brought her attention back to him. "Don't you fucking look away from me. I want to see your pain. It'll be like destroying that fool Bakura all over again." He started to laugh. Maybe he would enjoy her, after all.
And then, in what can only be described as the blink of an eye, everything changed. Emily simply couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Ryou, her sweet, innocent Ryou, was stradling Marik's body, pinning him down to the bed with a strength she did not know he possessed. Marik himself seemed to be stunned into immobility, perhaps by the sudden action, but just as likely a result of the expression of unbridled hatred on Ryou's face. Emily gasped, and the chocolate brown eyes fixed their attention on her; for the briefest of moments, she thought their hateful glare softened, but a moment later, she assumed it had been a trick of the light; Ryou stared at her with bottled rage, his whole body shaking. "I'll deal with you next, Emily."
His voice was different, having lost that soft quality in favor of a deeper, harsher tone; Bakura's tone. He was back. How could this happen?
His iron grip held Marik's wrists immobile, and the Egyptian tried in vain to buck the other man away from him. Bakura laughed. "You are not going anywhere. After what you've done to both my body and my queen, you will never go anywhere again."
Marik snarled, but the rage faded behind a mask of amusement. He smiled at Bakura. "You both seemed to enjoy it."
Bakura looked back at Emily again; his stare alone was making her sweat. Had he been there the whole night? Had he masqueraded as Ryou so well that the boy's own lovers did not recognize the difference? If so, what could he have in store for her as punishment, let alone for Marik?
"Yes, I noticed."
Emily closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to stop trembling. Marik saw. "You're scaring the fuck out of her."
"I imagine you've done your fair share of scaring both her and my Hikari. Raping them and all, you know."
Marik shrugged dismissively, the gesture hindered by Bakura's restrictions upon him. In fact, as Emily watched, Bakura used his belt to tie both of Marik's wrists to the bedpost behind his head. He tugged on the leather strap until it was as tight as he could make it and then looked back to Emily.
"What the fuck were you thinking? You couldn't hold out for two damn months? Surely you didn't think I was dead. And to top it off, you dragged my damn host into it, too. Fucking slut." Marik laughed beneath him; Bakura growled, digging his nails into the flesh of Marik's chest. "And don't you fucking talk. You are dead. Say your goddamned prayers, because you die tonight." Emily opened her mouth in protest, but Bakura looked at her with such hatred that she immediately snapped her jaws closed once more. "What do you intend to do, plead for his life? Tell me you love him? Tell me my host loves him? Give me a break." He looked back down at Marik. "How dare you treat this body that way? How dare you treat anything that belongs to me that way? You may have defeated the Pharaoh, but all that means is that the world is now mine to command. Killing you alone will not make up for what you've done, Tomb Keeper." He spat the last words--inaccurate though they were to describe this demon that had taken over Malik's body, that fact only served to give them extra venom.
Bakura lowered his weight onto Marik. "Now the only question is what exactly to do to you. I have several good ideas. First of all, however, I must address the fact that you took the only two people in the world whom I would avenge and imprisoned, humiliated, and raped them. I've already imprisoned you. That leaves rape and humiliation." Emily watched in a mixture of horror and awe as Bakura's smirk reappeared. "I think both can easily be taken care of." He picked himself off of Marik, moving back several paces and positioning himself so that he was kneeling in between Marik's legs. "You pissed off the wrong spirit, Marik. You pissed off a god." His arms shot out, grasping one of Marik's thighs in each of his hands and digging his nails into the flesh, but Marik did not so much as flinch. Instead, his face was contorted into a kind of forced grin. He seemed determined to see the war through to the end.
Bakura lifted and seperated Marik's legs, staring with a look of disgust at the exposed region. "You should be very grateful that I would stoop this low in order to avenge you, Emily." Contemptfully, he eyed Marik's erection. "Fucking disgusting bastard. Masochist, too, are you?"
Marik snorted. He glanced at Emily and then back to Bakura before closing his eyes and lowering his head leisurely onto the pillow. Bakura snarled, but did not retaliate. His eyes were now trained at the cleft of Marik's ass.
"Did Ryou fuck him, Emily?"
"N-no." Her voice cracked.
"How ironic is it, then, that the man who raped you and my host is a virgin? Or at least a virgin in the way I intend to break him." Bakura looked at Emily, maliciously amused; she knew the only thing to do when he was like that was the age-old "smile-and-nod" method, but she could not even muster up fake gratitude at the moment. Everything was just going horribly, horribly wrong. Ryou was gone, Marik was tied to the bed, and Bakura was about to rape him. She had no idea whose side she was on; Ryou was her best friend in the world and now owed his imprisonment in the Shadow Realm to Bakura. Bakura was her fiance, whom she had loved for years, but somehow she had fallen in love with Marik along the way. In the heat of the moment, however, she knew her decision would come down to one thing: whoever the victor would be, she was on his side.
Emily watched as one of Bakura's hands crept between Marik's legs; he pressed a finger to his puckered hole. The first sign of reaction appeared in Marik as he winced when Bakura pushed inside.
This is not happening.
Bakura did not waste time; apparently - unsurprisingly - he cared very little for Marik's comfort. Another finger joined the first, and Emily watched him start to slowly stretch the opening. She, like Marik, winced. She got the feeling this was the only preparation Marik would get from Bakura. And she was worried.
Marik's eyes were stubbornly shut as Bakura worked. Finally, the latter pulled his hand away and positioned his hips. He thrust into the other man in one movement, almost fully burying himself inside.
Marik let out an involuntary roar of pain at the intrusion, and it occurred to Emily that she had never seen him at anyone's mercy before. She started to move over to him, caught somewhere between enchantment and pity. Finally, wrong as it was, the man who had terrorized her would now understand what it felt like.
Bakura realized Emily was approaching him. "Don't touch him." It was a firm order, and he knew Emily would not disobey him. He suspected Marik had eradicated any traces of Emily's endearing disobedience. Hopefully, he would be able to rebuild it. That thought fueled his anger, and he grew increasingly violent as he thrust into Marik.
To Emily, the wait for Bakura's orgasm was unbearably long. The minutes stretched on as she lingered beside the pair, unsure of what to do with herself. When Bakura finally came, however, he made it very clear he had plans for her. One of his hands sprang to her wrist, grasping it inescapably and tugging her over to them. With surprising care, he pulled out of Marik. The Egyptian's eyes opened again, watching the man and woman warily. Again, all traces of pain were absent from his face. Bakura's hand moved up to Emily's face, and he pulled her lips to his in a kiss.
Everything about his touch seemed like deja vu. It was so similar to Ryou's, but so different. The same soft lips that were usually docile and complacent were now dominating her every move, their owner content to bend her to his will in every way, shape, and form. A passionate moan slipped past the lips that usually uttered quiet mews of appreciation. When the kiss broke apart, Emily caught sight of the manic glitter in the normally compassionate chocolate eyes. She had once loved this man--loved that look--but now she found it struck fear into her heart. "Humiliate him, I said, Emily. And you're going to. But you're going to have to be punished, too." He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and started pressing her face down toward Marik's waist. For a moment, she was confused, as she assumed Bakura intended for her to take Marik's erection into her mouth and relieve him. To her surprise, what he asked of her was nothing of the sort.
He held her face at Marik's waist for a moment, keeping her gaze directed toward his genitals. Movement caught her eye; the cum Bakura had shot into Marik's ass was leaking from the hole. It was quite the strange sight, and she found herself watching it for a moment.
Her body was bent onto all fours on the bed as she waited for Bakura's instruction, and she felt Bakura bend his body over hers. The muscles of his torso rubbed against her back as the shaft of his cock pressed into her flesh. She moaned slightly, pressing backward to increase their contact. Bakura chuckled softly. "Why do I get the feeling you missed me?"
A derisive laugh rumbled in Marik's chest. "You sound so affectionate, Bakura."
Bakura hummed, his eyes glittering. "I love her."
Author: AFTanith
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Notes: This is a scrapped (and extremely incomplete) draft of Bound by Gold (or one of the other Maiden of Kul Elna installments).
Odion staggered toward the duel just in time. Marik's victory over the Pharaoh loomed on the horizon, and the bald Egyptian servant was the world's last hope.
Malik's limp astral body hung in its chains behind Marik. From her place beside Seto, Emily peered up at the nearly unconscious boy, but he showed no signs of regaining his strength. Her heart sunk. The high-altitude wind atop the blimp whistled in everyone's ears as they waited for someone to make the next move.
Odion's arrival did not seem to faze Marik. His amused smirk never faltered; he clearly believed that victory was within his grasp. The very thought was horrifying. "Well, well, Odion. You're just in time to witness the downfall of your precious pharaoh." He laughed cruelly. The winds carried the sound, the dense fog of the Shadow Realm bouncing it back to them in endless echoes. "You are too late to help my weak half. I will not give up this body. I cannot be defeated--not by you, not by anyone. The Shadow Realm will take his soul and I will triumph." A golden force encompassed Odion as Marik directed the Millennium Rod toward him. His already worn body crashed into the metal wall, but he would not abandon his mission.
"You can conquer this evil, Master! You have the power to destroy what you created!"
Another mocking laugh cut through the air. "That fool may have created me, but I far surpass him now. There is no one with the power to destroy me." Emily suddenly realized his insane, violet gaze was upon her; she squeezed Seto's arm in fear. The young CEO said nothing, but she wished he would set aside his pride for once and comfort her. They were friends, after all; actually, she suspected she was the only friend he had besides Mokuba. Yet he stayed stony as ever despite the terror consuming her; the look of fury in Marik's eyes made Seto's comfortless touch seem ultimately worthless.
Marik's glare swiveled to Yami. "It's time to lose, Pharaoh!" The Winged Dragon of Ra opened its golden mouth wide, and an intense beam of light illuminated the duel arena. The air swirled violently around the tower as the blast expoded to engulf the Pharaoh. Emily screamed and turned her face toward Seto's chest. To her surprise, he wrapped an arm around her and held her against him as his other arm grabbed Mokuba's shoulder.
The light faded away, and the Pharaoh lay face down on the floor. He did not move as his life points plunged to zero. Marik roared triumphantly, and the sound brought tears to Emily's eyes once more. The holograms faded; the duel was over. Everything was over.
Marik smirked at the unconscious body of the Pharaoh. Yami, Yugi, and Malik were already in the Shadow Realm, and Emily could only imagine the horrible things Marik had planned for her and the others.
Joey, Tristan, and Duke each advanced on Marik, but he was prepared. He raised the Millennium Rod, and before they had a chance to do any damage to him, all three stood immobilized. "Pathetic fools." Marik glanced again at Emily, and turned the Rod to the rest of the crowd. She felt Seto's arms tense around her as he and the others lost their mobility, but Emily found she could still move. She ducked out of Seto's grasp to stare Marik down as he advanced with a smirk toward her. There was a certain manic glint in his eyes as she stood protectively in front of Seto and Mokuba. "If I wanted to kill him, he'd already be dead."
"Get the hell away from us, then!"
Marik rolled his eyes. "Bitch..." He waltzed back toward the fallen Pharaoh and lifted him by the hair. "He is the only one I truly need dead." He looked back at Emily. With a smile, he gazed into her eyes as the blade of the Millennium Rod sliced through the Pharaoh's neck with ease. Emily screamed; blood exploded out of the punctured vessels, and she had to move backward to avoid the blood spatter. She held herself tightly in her own arms, and Marik dropped the dying body in the puddle of blood pooling beneath it. He took the Millennium Puzzle and Necklace away from the corpse.
"And now you three," he said as he moved toward Joey, Tristan, and Duke, "will learn exactly why one never defies me." He slashed the blade across each of their throats in quick succession, each time only barely missing the explosion of blood. Even as they succumbed to death, they did not fall. Emily closed her eyes and sobbed harder. She gathered the Kaiba brothers behind her, well aware that she would not be able to stop Marik if he intended to kill them.
Marik turned to Odion and took a deep breath as if savoring the moment. "I have waited so long to kill you, Odion. You have been the bane of my existence since the day I was born. Today, it ends." He knelt down beside his adopted brother. He took the Millennium Rod and touched the tip to Odion's chest, directly over his heart. "Ready to die?" He plunged the blade forward. For several seconds--it seemed like an eternity--the blame simply rested in Odion's chest; Marik slowly withdrew it, and the golden weapon glistened with a thick coating of crimson blood. "That should finish you off."
Marik turned back to Emily and sauntered forward. He grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks. "Why so distraught, my dear?"
"Leave them alone!" she growled ferally.
Marik grinned at her. "Why should I?"
"Because I fucking said so!" Slowly, she was losing control of herself. Everyone was dead... or about to die. She had to try to find a way to save them.
Marik laughed. "Cursing at me won't convince me to do anything for you." He put his mouth near her ear, and his hot breath caressed her. "Beg."
Her eyes narrowed angrily, but she could see no other way to help her friends. She turned her face toward him, so now she spoke into his ear. "Please, Marik," she whispered. "Please do this for me..."
He sneered at her. "You can keep three of them."
"What?" Emily gasped.
"I said you can choose which three of your friends get to live."
Emily's blood ran cold. "And the ones I don't choose?"
"They die."
She closed her eyes again. How could she condemn her friends? Did it really have to come down to who mattered the most to her? "Don't kill Seto or Mokuba," she whispered.
"No third?"
Her eyelids flew open. "I don't know who to pick!" She tried to glance at her friends, but he held her head still. "Is... Is Ryou still alive?" Marik may have sent Bakura to the Shadow Realm, but perhaps she could still save her lover's Hikari.
Marik's eyes narrowed. "More or less." Her heart skipped a beat.
She stayed silent for a moment. Could she condemn her other friends to death? Tea? Mai? Serenity?
"Don't kill Ryou."
Marik released her face and turned the Rod toward the others, but did not shed their blood. Perhaps he meant to simply let them starve to death, immobilized on the top of Kaiba Corp. Tower. He turned back toward Emily and the Kaiba brothers and released his hold over them. Kaiba instantly grabbed Mokuba and Emily and tugged them away from Marik.
"Release her, Kaiba. She belongs to me. You certainly can't protect her; she's the one protecting you." Kaiba did not let go. "I've promised not to kill you, so I suggest you don't make me a liar."
"Let go, Seto," Emily pleaded softly. Seto's grip loosened, and Emily slipped away. Marik pulled her to him as she gazed solemnly at her friend. "Please don't give him an excuse to hurt you."
Seto said nothing, but Mokuba sobbed and howled at the sight of his friend's bodies. His older brother covered his eyes, shielding him from the gore.
Marik directed Emily toward the elevator, calling over his shoulder to the Kaiba brothers as he pushed her. "You have two options: come back to the blimp or stay on the island to die. I don't care which you choose." Nervously, the brothers followed, and the four people piled into the elevator.
The door shut behind them with a ding, and the Kaibas huddled into one corner. Emily rested her back against the wall opposite them. Marik glanced over at her, a lustful expression unhidden on his face. He reached out and twisted his fingers into her hair, pulling her face to his. She trembled slightly as he held her against the wall, but otherwise did not respond to him. He did not seem to mind as his hands slipped down her body, caressing her hips. He shifted his waist forward, and she felt his arousal press against her.
Suddenly, he was interrupted. "Control yourself," Seto demanded. "My brother is still here."
Emily cringed; Marik turned toward Seto with a terrifying expression on his face. "You live at my mercy, Kaiba; you will not speak in my presence unless instructed to."
Kaiba clenched his jaw angrily, but Marik grudgingly detached himself from Emily anyway. The door finally opened with another ding, and the foursome boarded the blimp. "Tell the pilot to take off immediately," Marik dismissed Kaiba and lead Emily away. "I have some more loose ends to tie up, my dear."
They walked down the hallway, and Emily soon realized where they were headed. She had been in that room many times since Marik's release; it was Mai Valentine's room, and inside she and Serenity Wheeler awaited their death.
Joey's little sister stood up when they entered. The look on her innocent features made it obvious that she realized exactly what happened. Glistening tears fell from her large doe eyes. She only spoke one word. "Emily?"
She whimpered, unable to bear looking at the other girl. That broken stare made her feel so guilty. She gave away their lives, and she got to live. She, of all the others, got to live. Why?
Mercifully, Marik did not spill the young woman's blood. He raised the golden Rod, sending her mind to the Shadow Realm. Her frail body collapsed onto the floor with those accusing eyes open and staring. Emily looked away, trembling as she struggled not to cry. Marik glanced at Serenity, then Mai. "I think we're done here. Even if your little rich boy gets them to a hospital, they'll never wake up." He watched the tears sliding down Emily's cheeks. "You could have saved them."
She glared up at him. "Yes, I could have. Or you could have."
Marik snorted, pulling her out of the room. "Why would I want to do that?"
Emily thought for a moment. Beside the normal human answers of kindness and compassion, what reason could appease Marik? "Mai's prettier than me."
Marik grinned to himself. "Very true, my dear. She was certainly a fiery vixen, wasn't she?" He looked at Emily. "And as for Serenity? What reason would I have to save her?" This was clearly amusing him.
"She wouldn't have put up a fight."
He chuckled softly. "What would be the fun in that? Given that choice, I would easily have picked the lovely Miss Valentine. I imagine she'd be the much better fuck." Emily winced. "But your question just shows me that you don't yet understand why I claimed you."
"I have no idea."
They were at another doorway. Emily could not remember whose it was; who else was here? "That fool Bakura was so obsessed with you, so protective of you. Taking you away from him is just too much fun to resist." Emily wanted to scream.
Marik opened the door. "Hello, sister."
This was Ishizu's room. The Egyptian woman sat emotionlessly in a chair in the dead center. Her hands were folded together in her lap. Something silver glittered between her fingers, but Emily could not tell what it was.
"Marik," she acknowledged, her enigmatic blue eyes devoid of their usual luster.
"You're not afraid, dear sister?"
Ishizu shook her head. "No, evil spirit, I am not afraid of you. Rather, I pity those left to suffer your reign."
Marik walked closer toward her, a malicious smirk on his lips. "You pity the living, but not the dead?"
"The dead escape your evil and are welcomed into the next world." She looked to Emily. "I suggest you follow me." Her hands separated, revealing the silver knife resting in her lap. Emily gasped in horror as the Egyptian woman lifted it to her neck. "Save yourself." A flash of metal and a rain of crimson, and she was gone.
Stunned, Emily stared at Ishizu's corpse; Marik was beside himself in laughter. "This was better than I could have imagined." How could he be so cruel? "Shall you take her advice?" Emily stayed silent against his taunt, beginning to think suicide was not such a bad idea. Perhaps the freedom of death was worth it. He leaned down slightly and whispered in her ear. "I'll never let you escape." She shuddered, knowing the truth when she heard it. "Now let's go. She can rot alone."
Amidst the sorrow, a sudden dread filled Emily's heart. If Marik's killing rampage was over for now, that left his attention focused on her alone. She walked obediently beside him toward his room; her mind was swiftly working, trying to imagine some way to avoid the fate awaiting her when they reached their destination.
All too soon, they were there. Oh god. Marik shoved her into the room, turning the light on. "Get undressed and get in the bed." She looked at him with a mixture of fury and panic. "We're going to sleep." What? He saw the surprise on her face and smirked. "Well, I could fuck you tonight, if you want."
"I'm tired," Emily quickly informed him.
"Right." He pulled off his shirt, the Millennium Ring and Puzzle both resting against his bare chest. "Come here." He pulled the Necklace out of his pocket. "Come here," he repeated when she did not move. Unsurely, she neared him. He tied the Necklace around her thin white neck. "It looked better on Ishizu."
"Fuck you." Marik raised a brow; wrong choice of words.
"I believe I asked you to undress," he reminded her. She grasped her shirt nervously, but slowly pulled it off. He took it from her and threw it onto the floor on top of his. His eyes roamed over her breasts and stomach for a moment, and he began to remove his pants. She stripped off hers, too, and for an extremely awkward moment, they both just stared at each other. Marik grinned at her, already raping her with his eyes. "Get in the bed and go to sleep. You're going to want your rest. It might be the last proper night of sleep you ever get."
Shaking slightly, she climbed onto the mattress and pulled the covers over herself. She watched him vigilantly as he walked over to the bed. He set down the Millennium Rod, Puzzle, and Ring. "Tomorrow you're going to get the Eye and Scales for me."
"What?"
"I know Bakura has them," Marik said. "That just leaves the Key, which Shadi has in his possession. Perhaps eventually I'll claim it, too. I'm not really concerned. Unlike your idiot thief, I have little interest in their minimal power. I have enough of my own." He climbed onto the bed, reaching out to her. His entire body lingered over her menacingly, and his finger traced the golden surface of the Millennium Necklace. "Are you going to sleep wearing this?" Emily shook her head, took it off, and handed it to him; he set it on the nightstand beside him. "Goodnight." He lay down beside her, wrapping his muscular arms around her slim body. His embrace was comfortingly warm, but foreign to her. His arms were too brawny; she missed Bakura's lean muscles. She would give anything to be in Bakura's arms instead; they were both maniacs, but Bakura at least seemed to care about keeping her safe.
Soon enough, Marik's breathing slowed to a steady, almost soothing rhythm as his chest rose and fell against her back. She, however, lay awake, unable to relax in the presence of the monster. Hours passed before he rolled away from her, and she was free from his arms. Emily rolled over, feeling distinctly safer when she could keep an eye on him. She found herself staring at the Millennium Ring. Somehow, the mere sight of it on the nightstand comforted her. Carefully, she reached over Marik, took the Item in her hand, and pulled its cord over her head. It rested against her breasts as she lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She finally felt slightly safe; even if Bakura's soul no longer dwelled within it, it was still connected to him. It was almost like he was there.
Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she drifted off to sleep.
Marik awoke the next morning to the feeling of several annoying pinpricks on his back. He rolled over and looked down slightly, immediately finding the culprit; the Millennium Ring hung from the girl's neck again. Its pointed tips were raised toward him, trying to fend him away from her defenseless body. Apparently, though Bakura was long gone, he had made some lasting imprint on the Item. Damn.
The golden Ring rested against the girl's breasts. His gazed roved to the small mounds of flesh, and he frowned slightly. She had made a good point yesterday; tall, blonde, and voluptuous Mai Valentine was far more physically appealing to him--to any man--than this tiny little girl. She couldn't even be a legal adult yet, he guessed. Leave it to Bakura to chose such a plain, young thing for his queen. Then again, there had always been something off about that spirit.
In all honesty, Marik did not see what was special about her. She certainly was not ugly, but she was too young to even look like a truly adult woman yet. A pretty teenager, yes, but not a woman. Perhaps that was the biggest problem he had with her. Bakura might be content with ephebophilia while trapped in an adolescent body, but Marik was certainly not.
Yet, even despite that, the girl's personality did not appeal to him anyway; she seemed weak, always clinging to whichever alpha male could tolerate her: Bakura, Kaiba, and Ra knows who before them. Yet Bakura had indeed chosen her as his queen--and how he bragged about it--so there must be something desirable about her. Marik just had yet to discover it.
Beside him, she started to stir. Her eyelids fluttered opened, revealing her blue irises. Her eyes were nothing unusual, nothing enticing, but the fear within them was something else. She stared at him like a tiny mouse caught in a cobra's gaze and stayed entirely still, as if her immobility would allow her to disappear from his vision.
Slowly, though, the emotion on her face began to change before his eyes. As he watched, she gathered her nerves and finally tried to move away from him. Though amused, he would not have that; he pulled her back down roughly. She landed with her cheek against his pectorals, and her muscles tensed as she lay silent in anticipation of his reaction. "Afraid?" The word lingered in the air for a moment, a sinister hiss.
"Annoyed, actually."
"Your eyes say otherwise."
"They talk too much."
Marik snorted. "At least you're amusing." He sat up, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up to look at him properly. He was going to make sure he had her undivided attention. "What did Bakura see in you?"
The girl raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
He tightened his fingers around her chin. "I suggest you watch your tone, little whore. I'm not Bakura; you mean nothing to me, and I will relish in punishing you." Come to think of it, it might be the only way for me to find you attractive enough to get it up at all. "Now answer the question. Why would Bakura offer so much to a mere mortal like you?"
Much to his annoyance, she rolled her eyes at him. "How the bloody hell should I know? He didn't tell me."
His hands clenched her hair tighter, tugging on the roots. She winced, and Marik felt several hairs tear from the tension.
"Careful, my dear. My wrath is something few survive."
It surprised him when she scoffed. "You already killed my friends, and you can't go back on your word to kill the Kaibas."
"I can always kill you."
A strangely serene smile grew on her face. "Be my guest."
"Well, if that doesn't scare you, I suppose we're left with torture." She shrugged. He raised a brow. "Persistent little liar, aren't you?" He shoved her neck back, watching for her slight wince. She started to squirm away, but he wrapped his hand around that delicate neck and squeezed. Almost instantaneously, her porcelain skin began to turn a desperate red. "I'll do my best to make you scream." She closed her eyes, coughing as she struggled to breathe against the crushing force on her windpipe. He rolled on top of her, pushing her down into the mattress. He released her neck, a sadistic grin upon his lips as she gasped. Her eyes, now open once more, were slightly unfocused, dazed yet filled with hate. He loved that look.
She almost ruined it when she opened her mouth. "What makes you think I haven't had worse?"
Marik stopped to consider it. Maybe she was not pretending after all. Considering her former lover was Bakura, she might even enjoy this treatment. If there was anyone with the potential to be as sadistic as he was, it was that albino. Maybe he wouldn't have to waste time breaking the bitch in...
"Maybe that's what made you so desireable to him." He unbuttoned his pants. "Maybe he knew you liked it when he hurt you." He laughed. "I wonder how hard he fucked your little pussy." His zipper came down, freeing his erection. She stared at his face, afraid to look down. "Was he the first?" Her gaze flickered to the ceiling, and he growled. "I asked you a question."
"Yes," she spat, her eyes still focused directly upwards.
"I feel sorry for you, then. You'll never know what it's like to be with a normal man." He started to pull down his boxers with one hand and reached out to unclasp her bra with the other. She gasped as he pulled the fabric away and the air touched her bare flesh; goosebumps formed on her light skin as her pink nipples hardened. She closed her eyes, feeling tears threaten to spill from embarrassment and fear. She could not even bring herself to struggle anymore; her throat went dry as she tried to fight the tearful panic.
"F-fuck you," she gasped, the first tear sliding down her cheek.
"You're going to," he promised, brushing his thumb over the single teardrop on her face. She opened her eyes to watch in disgust as he raised the thumb to his mouth and licked off the salty water. Sick, she looked away. How could this be happening? This was the very thing from which Bakura had sworn to protect her. All those promises, all those claims that she was his and his alone, even the rather frightening instances when he ranted about what exactly he would do to any man who tried to take her away from him... Was it all a lie? Or had Bakura truly overestimated his own power? Did he perhaps think himself too powerful even for the Shadow Realm? His miscalculation had become her torment. Her personal Hell.
Marik's palm across her face brought her attention back to him. "Don't you fucking look away from me. I want to see your pain. It'll be like destroying that fool Bakura all over again." He started to laugh. Maybe he would enjoy her, after all.
And then, in what can only be described as the blink of an eye, everything changed. Emily simply couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Ryou, her sweet, innocent Ryou, was stradling Marik's body, pinning him down to the bed with a strength she did not know he possessed. Marik himself seemed to be stunned into immobility, perhaps by the sudden action, but just as likely a result of the expression of unbridled hatred on Ryou's face. Emily gasped, and the chocolate brown eyes fixed their attention on her; for the briefest of moments, she thought their hateful glare softened, but a moment later, she assumed it had been a trick of the light; Ryou stared at her with bottled rage, his whole body shaking. "I'll deal with you next, Emily."
His voice was different, having lost that soft quality in favor of a deeper, harsher tone; Bakura's tone. He was back. How could this happen?
His iron grip held Marik's wrists immobile, and the Egyptian tried in vain to buck the other man away from him. Bakura laughed. "You are not going anywhere. After what you've done to both my body and my queen, you will never go anywhere again."
Marik snarled, but the rage faded behind a mask of amusement. He smiled at Bakura. "You both seemed to enjoy it."
Bakura looked back at Emily again; his stare alone was making her sweat. Had he been there the whole night? Had he masqueraded as Ryou so well that the boy's own lovers did not recognize the difference? If so, what could he have in store for her as punishment, let alone for Marik?
"Yes, I noticed."
Emily closed her eyes for a moment, willing herself to stop trembling. Marik saw. "You're scaring the fuck out of her."
"I imagine you've done your fair share of scaring both her and my Hikari. Raping them and all, you know."
Marik shrugged dismissively, the gesture hindered by Bakura's restrictions upon him. In fact, as Emily watched, Bakura used his belt to tie both of Marik's wrists to the bedpost behind his head. He tugged on the leather strap until it was as tight as he could make it and then looked back to Emily.
"What the fuck were you thinking? You couldn't hold out for two damn months? Surely you didn't think I was dead. And to top it off, you dragged my damn host into it, too. Fucking slut." Marik laughed beneath him; Bakura growled, digging his nails into the flesh of Marik's chest. "And don't you fucking talk. You are dead. Say your goddamned prayers, because you die tonight." Emily opened her mouth in protest, but Bakura looked at her with such hatred that she immediately snapped her jaws closed once more. "What do you intend to do, plead for his life? Tell me you love him? Tell me my host loves him? Give me a break." He looked back down at Marik. "How dare you treat this body that way? How dare you treat anything that belongs to me that way? You may have defeated the Pharaoh, but all that means is that the world is now mine to command. Killing you alone will not make up for what you've done, Tomb Keeper." He spat the last words--inaccurate though they were to describe this demon that had taken over Malik's body, that fact only served to give them extra venom.
Bakura lowered his weight onto Marik. "Now the only question is what exactly to do to you. I have several good ideas. First of all, however, I must address the fact that you took the only two people in the world whom I would avenge and imprisoned, humiliated, and raped them. I've already imprisoned you. That leaves rape and humiliation." Emily watched in a mixture of horror and awe as Bakura's smirk reappeared. "I think both can easily be taken care of." He picked himself off of Marik, moving back several paces and positioning himself so that he was kneeling in between Marik's legs. "You pissed off the wrong spirit, Marik. You pissed off a god." His arms shot out, grasping one of Marik's thighs in each of his hands and digging his nails into the flesh, but Marik did not so much as flinch. Instead, his face was contorted into a kind of forced grin. He seemed determined to see the war through to the end.
Bakura lifted and seperated Marik's legs, staring with a look of disgust at the exposed region. "You should be very grateful that I would stoop this low in order to avenge you, Emily." Contemptfully, he eyed Marik's erection. "Fucking disgusting bastard. Masochist, too, are you?"
Marik snorted. He glanced at Emily and then back to Bakura before closing his eyes and lowering his head leisurely onto the pillow. Bakura snarled, but did not retaliate. His eyes were now trained at the cleft of Marik's ass.
"Did Ryou fuck him, Emily?"
"N-no." Her voice cracked.
"How ironic is it, then, that the man who raped you and my host is a virgin? Or at least a virgin in the way I intend to break him." Bakura looked at Emily, maliciously amused; she knew the only thing to do when he was like that was the age-old "smile-and-nod" method, but she could not even muster up fake gratitude at the moment. Everything was just going horribly, horribly wrong. Ryou was gone, Marik was tied to the bed, and Bakura was about to rape him. She had no idea whose side she was on; Ryou was her best friend in the world and now owed his imprisonment in the Shadow Realm to Bakura. Bakura was her fiance, whom she had loved for years, but somehow she had fallen in love with Marik along the way. In the heat of the moment, however, she knew her decision would come down to one thing: whoever the victor would be, she was on his side.
Emily watched as one of Bakura's hands crept between Marik's legs; he pressed a finger to his puckered hole. The first sign of reaction appeared in Marik as he winced when Bakura pushed inside.
This is not happening.
Bakura did not waste time; apparently - unsurprisingly - he cared very little for Marik's comfort. Another finger joined the first, and Emily watched him start to slowly stretch the opening. She, like Marik, winced. She got the feeling this was the only preparation Marik would get from Bakura. And she was worried.
Marik's eyes were stubbornly shut as Bakura worked. Finally, the latter pulled his hand away and positioned his hips. He thrust into the other man in one movement, almost fully burying himself inside.
Marik let out an involuntary roar of pain at the intrusion, and it occurred to Emily that she had never seen him at anyone's mercy before. She started to move over to him, caught somewhere between enchantment and pity. Finally, wrong as it was, the man who had terrorized her would now understand what it felt like.
Bakura realized Emily was approaching him. "Don't touch him." It was a firm order, and he knew Emily would not disobey him. He suspected Marik had eradicated any traces of Emily's endearing disobedience. Hopefully, he would be able to rebuild it. That thought fueled his anger, and he grew increasingly violent as he thrust into Marik.
To Emily, the wait for Bakura's orgasm was unbearably long. The minutes stretched on as she lingered beside the pair, unsure of what to do with herself. When Bakura finally came, however, he made it very clear he had plans for her. One of his hands sprang to her wrist, grasping it inescapably and tugging her over to them. With surprising care, he pulled out of Marik. The Egyptian's eyes opened again, watching the man and woman warily. Again, all traces of pain were absent from his face. Bakura's hand moved up to Emily's face, and he pulled her lips to his in a kiss.
Everything about his touch seemed like deja vu. It was so similar to Ryou's, but so different. The same soft lips that were usually docile and complacent were now dominating her every move, their owner content to bend her to his will in every way, shape, and form. A passionate moan slipped past the lips that usually uttered quiet mews of appreciation. When the kiss broke apart, Emily caught sight of the manic glitter in the normally compassionate chocolate eyes. She had once loved this man--loved that look--but now she found it struck fear into her heart. "Humiliate him, I said, Emily. And you're going to. But you're going to have to be punished, too." He grabbed a fistful of her hair, and started pressing her face down toward Marik's waist. For a moment, she was confused, as she assumed Bakura intended for her to take Marik's erection into her mouth and relieve him. To her surprise, what he asked of her was nothing of the sort.
He held her face at Marik's waist for a moment, keeping her gaze directed toward his genitals. Movement caught her eye; the cum Bakura had shot into Marik's ass was leaking from the hole. It was quite the strange sight, and she found herself watching it for a moment.
Her body was bent onto all fours on the bed as she waited for Bakura's instruction, and she felt Bakura bend his body over hers. The muscles of his torso rubbed against her back as the shaft of his cock pressed into her flesh. She moaned slightly, pressing backward to increase their contact. Bakura chuckled softly. "Why do I get the feeling you missed me?"
A derisive laugh rumbled in Marik's chest. "You sound so affectionate, Bakura."
Bakura hummed, his eyes glittering. "I love her."
