Marik's Shadow Games (For me and dablackstallion only)

[JaniSeguchi]

Marik Ishtar had an evil looking smirk on his face, and why wouldn't he. After beating Bakura in a duel he got to do anything he wanted to. That was what they agreed to. "So now that I won your gonna be my slave for awhile Bakura. Sex slave that is." He said as his smirk grew even bigger.

Bakura Ryo was still in shock. He couldn't believe he lost. He was so sure he was going to win. He ran the entire match, keeping it at his pace...but Marik. He didn't see Marik's strategy coming, and before he knew it, his life points were at zero. Now, he had to stay truthful to his word. He did promise Marik anything if he won, but that was only because he thought he was going to win and force the darker male to be his slave! The plan had definitely backfired on him.

"What?! S-Sex slave? No Marik! You didn't say anything about that before!" Bakura yelled.

(Just out of curiousity, am I seme or uke?)

[JaniSeguchi]

(Uke.)

"Those where the rules Bakura. I made them as the loser had to become the winners slave. Well you lost now you have to become my slave however your now gonna be my sex slave. Now lets get you back to my place so I can dress you into something better for your new slave look." Marik said with a smirk, grabbing Bakura by the arm and practically dragging him back to his place.

(Finally! I was getting tired of being the seme.)

Bakura tried to fight back, tried to resist Marik, but he was powerless. He couldn't do anything. He was Marik's sex slave now. "P-Please Marik! I'll do anything else, I'll even steal Yugi's Millennium Puzzle, just anything but this!" But Marik kept dragging him. He was now even talking about dressing Bakura up. He fought and he fought, but he just couldn't win. It was done. Game over. Bakura stopped fighting and laid lifeless, allowing Marik to drag him to his house without resistance.

[JaniSeguchi]

"I was thinking of some sexy looking leather. Or maybe a cute outfit that reveals a lot of your other features. I can't figure out what yet but it will be something good for you. Maybe even nothing at all." Marik said as he soon arrived to his house, opening the front door and scooping Bakura into his arms bridal style. "Well here we are my slave. Your new home for the rest of your time." He said as he carried Bakura inside with a grin.

Bakura felt soulless as Marik scooped him up into his arms. As much as he detested his current position, he was quite shocked at how much strength the skinny looking boy had. He heard Marik begin to talk about costumes. Bakura didn't care. No matter what happened, it wouldn't change the fact that he had no purpose now. He was Marik's slave....his sex slave. He still couldn't get over that. Bakura was still a virgin for heaven's sakes! Hell, the white-haired boy had never been touched by anyone else but himself.

His mind began to wonder, what kind of things would Marik make him do? What kind of things would Marik do to him. These thoughts terrified him. Tears began to well up in his eyes, "Marik....please...." Bakura stifled out, a tear rolling down his cheek as he looked up at the tanned boy with wide, sad eyes.

[JaniSeguchi]

"Your a virgin aren't you Bakura? I can see the look in your eyes. I wont hurt you Bakura." Marik said, placing Bakura on the ground and closing the door. "There is no need to be all scared."

Bakura was still in denial. Sure, he knew he was Marik's slave now, but he wasn't about to accept his fate. He scratched at the door like a puppy before grabbing the knob and twisting it, but then he heard Marik say something that clicked with him. He heard Marik say he wouldn't hurt him. He didn't know why, but for some reason that clicked with Bakura, like as if Marik was telling the truth.

"Y-You won't hurt me?" Bakura asked as he stopped turning the doorknob, looking up at Marik with a face of innocence.

[JaniSeguchi]

Marik shook his head. "No I wont. Granted it will hurt at first when we do it I promise it will feel better afterwards. You have my word Bakura." He said before walking twords him and kissing Bakura on the cheek.

Bakura blushed when he felt Marik kiss him on the cheek. No one had ever kissed him before, even if it was only on the cheek. He was beginning to think maybe this wasn't as bad as it seemed, but Bakura couldn't give in. He wanted to believe Marik badly, but he couldn't. Part of him wanted to just submit to Marik and be his slave, but the other side, the side that was winning, told him to keep fighting.

As such, Bakura pulled himself away from Marik once he felt his lips on his flesh. "Please Marik...don't." He whispered in a small tone.