Bad Habits

BY : T0X1C
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > AU - Alternate Universe
Dragon prints: 28
Disclaimer: *TRIGGER WARNING: NON CONSENSUAL SEXUAL MATERIAL*

The late evening light poured in through the slots in the bent and broken blinds, casting any orange glow on the dusty apartment. It was late, that's all you knew. Groaning slightly as you roll over you check the lock screen in your overly bright phone.

6:45 PM. Tuesday, May 6th.

“Shit.” You grumble, rubbing your eyes and sighing. Wasn't it Monday last time you checked? The blinking orange light flashing on your smartphone signaled you to a missed message. Sighing, you sat up, wincing again. The floor had not been kind to your body this time. You supposed it never really was.

32 missed calls. 64 texts.

‘Shit.’

‘Ryou.’

*Hey! U still coming?*

*Where r u?*

*Seriously Kura, where are you?*

*Hey r u ok? You didn't show at dinner*

*Kura… are you using again?*

*I can't come check on u till tomorrow…*

*PLEASE answer me!*

*BAKURA!!!!!!*

*K I'm coming over, b there around 7*

Oh no. Dinner.

Oh no. 7PM.

You check the clock again, 6:55.

SHIT.

Jumping up you scoop several things off the table into your arms and hurriedly head to your room. Stuffing all the items in your top drawer, you stop to look at your reflection in the dirty vanity mirror.

Ugh.

Your red-brown eyes were sunken in your pale face, your paleness accented by your silver-white mane of disheveled hair that hung limply to your mid-back.

“He'll know immediately" your deep, British accented voice echoes in the tiny room.

‘Shower? Nah, no time.’ you think to yourself as you check the time again on your phone. 7:05 now.
Walking into the bathroom toy quickly splash colds water onto your face. Shivering as you dry off, you look at yourself again.
‘There. Less incriminating'

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

‘Ugh' you mentally sigh leaving the bathroom, trying to prepare yourself for what's about to come.

“Coming!” You bark at the chipped, wooden door. Man this place was in shambles.
Opening the door you come face to face with yourself. Well, almost. There's about a 3 inch height difference and the hair was slightly shorter and definitely better kept. The usually kind dark chocolate eyes were narrowed into slants at you.

“Hey” you mumble, stepping aside to allow him to enter.

“Where the bloody hell were you last night?” came the accusatory response of your little brother.

“Nice to see you too, Ryou.” You sigh and take a seat on the ripped cushion of the loveseat, leaving the good one for Ryou.

“I called...” Ryou said as he eyed the room suspiciously. “When you didn't show I got worried…” her trailed off as his gaze finally landed on you. Looking you up and down his face softens “You look like hell. What happened?”

“Nothing… I just forgot.” You reply, staring at your socked feet. It wasn't as much a lie as it was any exaggeration. You had forgot you were supposed to meet Ryou at your usual Chinese restaurant. You had been way too fucked up to remember much of anything let alone that, but Ryou didn't need those details.

“Forgot?” He looked a little hurt “That's bullshit… but whatever. You're okay, that's all that matters.” He smiled at you but it didn't reach his eyes.

“Look, I'm sorry… Ryou, really I just lost track of time and forgot.” You insist

“Okay.” He looks around the apartment again and shakes his head. “Kura, you've gotta get a new place.” He jokes as her gestures towards the folding chair beside him and the tv that looked like it was from the 80's.

“I quite like my things, thank you.” You growl at him, but he's not intimidated by you anymore. Not for a while now. Your head hurts way too much to deal with this right now.

“Yeah, well… I don't think it likes you.” He sighs and finally cautiously sits beside you. “Have you eaten recently?”
You look at him through the gap in your fingers as you hold your pounding head in your hands.

“I… Yeah, uh, I ate…” you half heartedly try and persuade him until your stomach betrays you, rumbling loudly. You hang your head and start again. “No. Not since yesterday.” You lie. You didn't even eat then.
After a long, drawn out sigh, he stands and walks to the door. He turns to look at you with… what's that? Pity?

“What do you want?” he smiles sadly and you cringe. You hate when people pity you.

“It's fine, Ry…” you start but are interrupted

“Kura.” He says sternly “ What. Do. You. Want?”

“Chinese!” You blurt out, just wanting this to end

“Chinese?” He grins.

“Chinese.” You repeat.

“Hahaha, okay. Chinese. The usual?” You nod, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers and he smiles. It makes him look his age.
And with that, you are alone again.

Phew' you relax slightly and shift so that you're lying down, feet hanging off the end of the loveseat which you were way too big for. ‘Why does he have to care so much? Can't he just leave me here to rot in peace like everyone else?’ You scold yourself, he's a good kid.  Why do you have to be such a shit brother to him? Closing your eyes, you drift off to a shallow sleep.

“That's the kid, right?” a strange voice whispers in the dark. The van parked half a block down the road from the shitty motel is rusted and all too obvious.

“Yeah looks like him…” another voice agrees.

“Okay, well I guys we just wait for him to come back and the-"

“No.” a third, deeper voice spoke “There’s a third one as well. We go inside and find out more.” It thundered in the close quarters.

“O-Okay, whatever you say!” the first voice trembled as the three figures exited the vehicle and made their way towards the buzzing lights of the motel.

A jiggling of the doorknob woke you up out of your shallow snooze. Ryou was back already? That was quick.

“Ryou, did you get the spring rolls? You forgot them last time and they’re my favorite” you grin as you move your arm off your eyes.
But the sight infront of you want Ryou with Chinese food. Instead it was two men with hoodies on and shadows over their faces.
“What?! Who the fuck are you?!” You jolt up off the couch just as one of the goons lunge at you, his fist connects with your jaw sending you toppling over the coffee table onto the floor. The second goon jumps on top of you, pinning you to the ground with a knee to the back. “Unf!” You gasp as your face is ground into the grimey, old carpet. “What the fu-" you start but are interrupted by a third person you didn't notice at first.

“Hello, Bakura.” A deep, menacing voice hums from the shadows of the door. It sends shivers down your spine. Who was It? How did he know your name? What did he want from you?

“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?” You spat into the dirty carpet fibers. The knee in your back pressed harder warranting a groan of discomfort from you.

“Me? Oh I'm the guy they send when they're not happy, princess. Haha, and boy are they not happy with you…” the voice crinkled with laughter. The figure stepped into the street lamp light pouring in through the broken blinds. He was tall, with quite the impressive muscle mass to back the powerful, booming voice. His ashy blonde hair was spiked wildly atop his head. His purple-red eyes shone in the unnatural light, an unnerving smirk played on his lips. He was wearing a black hooded sweater and khaki pants. The way he held himself told you he was someone formidable.

“Okay… well why the bloody hell are you here?” You spit at him and he grins wider “And what the hell do you -oof!- want from me?” You growl in your most menacing tone. “I don't owe anyone any money right now.” But you were starting to think this wasn't to do with money.

Was it something to do with… him? You thought to yourself and then immediately filed with rage.

“Oh, I'm not here for money. I don't do petty errands like that.” He smirked and took another step forward, sitting on the folding chair, his feet right beside your face.

“Okay, then what the hell are you doing in my apartment?!” You grunt up at him. A searing pain rips at your scalp as he grabs a fistful of your silvery hair, pulling your head back so you are looking directly into his eyes. He licks his lips, suggestively. You shudder and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Look at me when I talk to you.” Her growls in your ear and yanks your head back slightly more.

“N-ugh!” You yelp and grind your teeth, opening your eyes again to bore them into his. He smirks wider and gives a little slack on your hair, to which you are thankful.

“I'm here as a little thank you to a friend…” he trails off, finally taking a minute to look around your dingey apartment “Who I think you know quite well, actually.” He looks back at you and let's go of your hair, causing your head to crack back down against the carpeted floor.

“Akefia” you growl

“Akefia” he confirms

“What does that piece of shit want?” You struggle to see his face through the corner of your vision as he stands back up and walks towards the bedroom door.

Shit, stay out of there you bastard!’ You mentally scream at him

“Oh, he's just a little sore about the outcome of the trial. Seems to think he took the short end of the stick there.” He kicks a pile of clothing over, finally reaching the bedroom door. He turns the knob but stops to look back at you. “Seems to think there might be something in here that could wind you up with a one way trip up to state” he studies your face for some sort of hint, a clue as to what you're thinking.

“I don't know what you're talking about” you growl and rest your head back against the ground.

“Suit yourself” he finishes turning the knob and enters the small bedroom

“Ha! What's this, duel monsters?” his laugh booms as he picks your deck up off your dresser. “Pathetic!” he bends the cards in one hand and sends them scattering across the floor.

“Hey! Bugger off!” You yell and struggle against your captures grasp.

“Ooh, British insults… how exotic” you hear him rifling through drawers and throwing things. “Ah hah!” he exclaims and you see him reenter the room holding the items you hid earlier.

Shit' you think to yourself

“Care to explain?” He sits in the folding chair again, putting his boot under your chin and wrenching it up so you're looking at him.

“Gah!” your eyes water at the sharp pain but you blink away the traitorous moisture. “I don't know what that is. My brother was here earlier, he must have put that there” you feel bad for throwing Ryou under the bus.

Shit. Ryou. He'll be back soon' you think to yourself. You need to get rid of these blokes before Ryou gets back with food.

“Oh! Oh ho ho! Little Ryou? Funny, I don't see him as the using type” the stranger chuckles as he puts the pipe and baggie down in front of your face. “Are you suurreee this isn't yours?” He brushes a chunk of your hair behind your ear so that your face is more exposed. You shudder at the unwanted contact and grit your teeth.

“Ugh, keep your fucking hands off me!” You spit at him, struggling again.

“I don't think you have the leverage to be demanding anything, handsome.” He purrs and sharply grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him again. “So here's how this is going to work, baby…” you cringe at the nickname “You're either going to admit that this is yours, or we're going to wait here until little Ryou gets back from wherever he is and we're going to take him instead.” He grinned his wicked grin at you.

Fuck. What the fuck do I do? If I admit that it's mine they’re going to do everything in their power to take me to prison, but if I don't… they're going to take Ryou.’ You run scenarios through your head quickly. You could wait until he leans closer again and wrench your head back hitting him in the face and in the confusion try and make your escape. Or maybe you could wait until he stands up again and then try and quickly roll out of the goons grasp, but then you'd have to fight him head on. As good with your fists as you were, you had a feeling he was better. Damn, there just wasn't an easy way out.

“Why are you doing this?” You say, you sound tired. So tired. “Why does Kefi want me in prison with him? Who would look after Ryou?” You don't want to think about what Ryou would say. He didn't need you to look after him, he was fine on his own. Better probably. But he would be so ashamed of you if you ended up with the same fate as Kefi.

Your older brother Akefia. What a mess that whole situation was. A couple years back, you had agreed to help him out on one of his hits. A B&E in the nice end of town. It was supposed to be so simple, no one was going to get hurt. But it wasn't simple. Someone did get hurt. During the escape, you had knocked over a lamp, no big deal you had thought. Then as you were both jumping the fence in the back yard, a bag full of cash from the safe you had cracked, you saw it. Flames licked up the curtains in the living room. Panicked, you both fled. Later on, you found out there had been a family of four living there, which you had known, what you didn't know was that the two kids had been home, having a sleepover in the basement. They had both perished in the fire. They had found your bandana that Kefi had given you on your birthday, in the ashes, somehow it survived. And whose prints did they find on it? Akefia’s. He took the fall for you. And now he wanted you to fall with him.
You were all Ryou had left after you're parents had OD'd on opioids. He would be crushed if you ended up in prison.

Sighing you realised what you had to do. “Alright,” you growl at him “what do I have to do to make this go away?” You see him grin wider than he had all night. A chill came over you, you didn't like where this was heading.

“A bargaining man, I like that.” He gets up and comes to stand in front if you, signaling for his goon to let you up on your knees “Alright,” he continues “you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.” He winks and licks his lips. You shudder and swallow loudly.

“What do you mean?” You tense up

“Well, I'm going to make an assumption about you, Kura” he brushes his hand against your cheek and you yank your head away in disgust.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You spit at him.

“Haha, down boy. Anyways, I'm going to assume that the condoms in your room and the many, many bottles of booze on the table are for… guests. Am I right?” He smirks when your eyes open widely. “Just what I thought. Also, I'm going to assume that the three men that have been here the past three nights haven't exactly been… business associates.” He adds.

“What the fuck are you getting at?!” You spit at him

“What I'm getting at is, you're a whore, Bakura. And I want you to be my whore.” He finishes and grins down at you through spikey bangs.

“Like hell I am!” You yell defiantly “Besides! I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole!” You look away, glancing around the room for something to help you out of this.

“That's what I'm trying to get at, a ten foot pole” he cackles and grabs your face, forcing to look at him. “That's it, Kura. Your only choice if you want out of this. You become my bitch. And. I. Fuck. You.” He squeezes your face tighter with every word he growls at you.

“You're disgusting. I won't do it. Even if I do fuck guys, I wouldn't dare fuck you. I have some standards.” You just want to go back to sleep. Back when everything was calm. You close your eyes, wishing it to happen.

“Well, I want exactly asking.” He growls, his voice becomes a whole octave lower. You hear a familiar clicking and then the cold, knowing pressure of a gun barrel against your head.
You immediately begin to sweat, it beads at your hairline and runs down your cheek. You curse yourself for getting into these situations. He pulls it away from your head and uses it to point towards the bedroom. You feel the goon holding you pull you up by your arms and start pushing you towards the bedroom.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ You chant in your head. You were about to become this monsters play toy. You weren't exactly new to the whole idea, but that didn't mean you wanted to get raped. Especially by your brothers hit man.

“Wait! No, come on there has to be something else you want!” You sputter, trying to gain some ground to stand on “I can pay you! What's my brother offering you? I'll double it!” You pathetically beg.

“Ha! Money? No, no. Your brother isn't paying me. He's fucking me. I'm tired of him though, I want someone new. Someone with some spirit still. And you, you still have some fight in you. Plus, by the looks of it, sweetheart you couldn't pay me a cent.” He kicks the door open and the goon trips you forward, landing you sprawled on your bed, flustered. Akefia was someone's bitch in prison? That wasn't like Kefi. How powerful was this guy?

“You bastard!” You yell up at him, “How about you find someone willing to sleep with you instead of forcing unwilling pa-“ you’re interrupted by a hand connecting with your face with a sharp smack! “Unf!” You grab your face, scowling at your abuser.

“I don't ask, I take.” He states as he turns and nods to his goons, “Watch for the younger boy, keep him… busy.” He finishes, turning to wiggle his eyebrows at you.

“Leave him out of this!!” You roar

“Fine, fine. Just keep him outside until I'm done but don't hurt him. Tie him up in the van if he causes a scene.” He rolls his eyes, looking bored. You relax slightly, knowing Ryou will be safe, if not a little shook up. For some reason you believed him when he said they wouldn't hurt him. You tense again when he turns to look at you again. “I don't believe I've told you my name, baby. It's Marik. Now you know what to be screaming later.” He grins and winks as you shudder and shrink back as he walks over to you. Reaching to his back pocket, he pulls out some of those heavy duty zip ties you can buy at hardware stores. “Wrists.” He states and holds his hands out expectantly.

You take the opportunity and spit into his hands. He grins wickedly at you through his bangs, his eyes have an almost insane look to them.

“I know you're eager to get started, but I don't plan on using lube. I'm going to fuck you dry, you little shit.” He snapped at you and then backhanded you. “WRISTS!” he bellowed at you. You winced at the pain in your face and obliged, holding out your wrists which were then bound. Tightly. You were starting to panic. Your eyes darting around your familiar bedroom. You had to find something. Anything. Please.

Your breathing was labored, your palms sweating. Once the door shut, he turned to you, there was something different in his eyes. They were almost... kind? No. He was toying with you again.

“Look kid, just relax. I won't go in dry, I'll use a condom. I'll be gentle.” He looked like he almost felt bad for what he was about to do to you. “Don’t struggle, it'll be easier.” He finished, setting the gun down on the bedside table.
Your eyes dart to it, you can't help it.
“Don’t. Even. Think about it.” He said flatly without even looking up at you as he undid his pants and slid them down to his mid-thigh. You swallowed loudly and hung your head, you were out of ways to escape. You were trying to mentally prepare yourself for being bottom for this asshole. “Get on the floor,” he tells you as he picks up the gun again, “on your knees.” He finishes as he reaches into his boxers and starts to pump himself with his empty hand.
You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and crawl down onto your knees, squeezing your eyes shut tight. Your breathing becomes ragged and uneven.
“take a deep breath, Kura. You've done this before." he sounds like he's trying to comfort you. It  only makes you feel worse. “Open your eyes.” He states

When you finally open your eyes you are met with the intimidating view of Marik’s cock. It was impressively large, making you gasp in surprise.

He grins at your response “Mmm…. Like it?” He bites his lip and puts his hand on the back of your head. You feel the cold metal of the gun mixed with the cold metal of his rings against your scalp. You swallow, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Please don't make me do this.’ You think as he starts pushing you towards it. You clench your jaw shut tight and he makes a disappointed face. He yanks your hair harshy making you gasp and, taking the opportunity, shoves his dick in your open mouth.

“Mmph!” You wince and choke on the intrusion. You have half the mind to bite down, but just as you think it he interrupts your thoughts with…

“Bite me and I'll paint the walls with your brains.” Well, there goes that idea.
He pulls back slightly and then rams back down your throat, making you gag and tears form in the corners of your eyes.
“Mmm, okay sorry,” he groans and pulls back out slightly so he's not choking you anymore “I'll be nice now.” He stopped moving all together and looked down at you expectantly.

You took a deep breath through your nose and accepted what was about to happen. This is how you were going to save Ryou. This is how you were going to get back at Akefia. This is how you were going to redeem yourself.
With another deep breath through your nose, you started pumping. Back and forth with your head. Hop and down the length of his rock hard dick. God it was big. If you weren't so repulsed by him as a person you would have been wildly attracted to him.

“Ah, fuck!” he hissed through his teeth and closed his eyes. He rolled his hips forward giving you more access to him. “Mmmm, Bakura…” he trailed off as he moaned and shoved himself deep in your mouth.  Abruptly he pulled out all the way and you looked up, confused. “Get up.” He demanded, eyes half lidded in pleasure.
You obliged and rose to your feet, shaking slightly and wiped off your mouth with the back of your sleeve. He reached towards you and you flinched back.

“Relax baby, I'm gonna make this feel good…” he purred as he started to undo your belt. Panic rising in your throat again, you squeeze your eyes shut tight and picture Ryou. Young, innocent, helpless Ryou. You had to do this for him. Be strong, Bakura. Be the brother he deserves, you piece of shit!

A cold hand wrapping around your dick snapped you back to reality and you hissed in surprise. “Shit!” You yelp, “You could have given me some warning!” You snap at him

“I Like the element of surprise.” Marik purrs and starts stroking your cock. Try as you might, you start feeling blood rush to your member in excitement.

Damn traitor!’ You internally scream at yourself

Marik smirks at you “It's ok to enjoy this, you know.” He states matter-of-factly. With that her removes his hand and spits into it, returning it to your cock. He pumps faster now, oh god it feels so much better wet.

“Mmm" you groan with a pained expression on your face. Don't let him know you're enjoying this. Don't be weak. But you couldn't help it. Much to Marik’s (or anyone else's for that fact) surprise, the men who had been in your apartment the past three nights didn’t have sex with you. I mean, yes, that was their intended purpose, but it didn't go the way you had planned. By the time they had arrived, you had been to high to perform. The drugs had that effect. This was the first sober fuck you were going to have in weeks. And GOOD GOD were you pent up.

“Yeah baby, relax. Let me take care of you.” Marik’s voice brought you back to reality again. Each pump felt so good. The sound of his ragged breathing egged you on. You could feel his hot breath panting against your skin and you liked it. He had set the gun down again and was pumping himself with his other hand. He was standing in front of you, close enough that every so often the tips of your cocks would rub together sending shudders down your spine. Your knees were getting weak from the pleasure, you faltered slightly and he chuckled, slowing to a near crawl.

“Sit.” He commanded and you practically collapsed onto your small, double bed. Your head was spinning as you watched him take a step back towards the dresser, eyes never leaving yours, still with his hand around his huge cock. He rifled around in your top drawer for a moment before producing a foil packet. He looked at it and then frowned. You creased your brow at him in confusion.

“Is this the biggest you have?” He asked, gesturing to the condom.

Your eyes widen in shock, “Uh, yeah…” you answer, your ego deflating slightly.

He sighs and rips it open with his teeth, “Okay, it'll have to do.” He says and pushes it into the end if his dick, rolling it down his shaft with a struggle. “Damn.” He grunts and finally gets it all the way on, eyes returning to look at you with greed. “Have you ever bottomed before?” He asks lowly.

Anxiety fills you as you roll the question around in your head. Twice. And it wasn't your forte. “Yeah…” you trail off, getting distracted by the size of him again, “but… not with someone so… gifted.” Your face flushes at the thought.

“Haha! Relax, baby… I'll go slow with you. It won't hurt that much.” He grins and makes a little circle motion with his finger, signaling you to turn around.
Your breathing is uneven and raspy. You get on your knees on the bed and do as he says, turning so that you're facing the wall the bed is up against.

Get ready, Bakura,’ you tell yourself ‘fuuuuckkkkk' you mentally scream, squeezing your eyes tightly.

He moves so that he's standing directly behind you, and pushes your torso so that you fall onto your hands and knees. He pulls down your pants and boxers to your knees so you are now fully exposed. You flush a bright red. You hear the sound of him still pumping his cock with his hand, the slippery sounds of the condom lube does little to calm you. You hear him spit into his free hand and his other stops jacking himself off to rest on your ass. You jerk in response to the contract and he chuckles. You feel him shift his weight, and with that you feel a finger press against your entrance. You suck in a large breath, readying yourself.

“Ready?” He asks, not moving yet
You nod your head quickly, ruffling your already wild hair.

And with that he pushes inside you. You instinctively clench and hold your breath.

“Hey, breathe Bakura.” He kindly reminds you
You take a breath in and he pulls back the digit. Sliding it back in a little quicker this time, he hums appreciatively.

“Jeez, you're tight. You said you've don't this before, right?” You grunt as he pushes another finger inside you.

“Ah! Fuck! Yes, twice!” You manage to spit out in between shaky breaths

“You need to relax or this is going to hurt…” he says, sliding a third digit inside your tight ass

“Oh really? Because it feels great right now!” You sarcastically snap at him.

He slams his fingers in and out a couple times, shoving them as deep as they will go, “Don't forget who you're talking to you little shit!” he warns you and you ley your head drop between your shoulders. He pulls all three digits out and positions himself behind you. You freeze.

Oh god, here we go.’ You grit your teeth together as hard as you can

“Deep breaths, baby. I've got you.” He coos and presses the head of his cock against your entrance. With a loud groan he pushes into you, driving your head down against the bed as you grip the sheets for dear life.

“Arghhhh!” You shout through your clenched teeth

“Ngh, god Bakura!” he hisses as he stands, motionless behind you. “Are you ok?” He finally asks

“Fuck… you….” You mumble into the sheets as tears sting your clenched eyes

“Maybe next time, this time it's my turn.” You can almost hear the devilish grin in his voice. “Nice and easy, baby.” He says as he slowly, slowly, starts to move again.

It's so painful. He's so big. God it hurts. Did it always hurt this badly? No. It couldn't have. How di- wait. It was starting to not feel like you were getting split in two. Sure, it still hurt, but not nearly as much.

“Nghh,” you groaned as you let go of the sheets with one hand to steady yourself against the wall. “Gah!” What?! That one felt… good. Damnit. It was starting to feel really good. You tune into what is going on again and hear him moaning as he slides in and out of you. God, the sound of him groaning like that was hot.

He was hot.

Fuck! Blast your stupid hormones. This guy was a rapist! A despicable, vile, repulsive, bloody hot rapist!

“Ugh, fuucckkk Bakura!” hearing him moan your name was just the icing on top of the fucked up cake.
His thrusts were even and deep, striking your spot with a sickly good explosion of pleasure every time. His cock was huge, but he also knew how to use it, he was good at this. He was starting to thrust slightly faster, his moans becoming grunts.
“How does my cock feel, Bakuuuraaa?” the drawn out drawl of your name was like gasoline on a raging fire. His ragged breaths on the back of your neck sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps all over your skin.

“Ahh… Ma-“ No! You weren't going to say his name. You had some dignity left.

“Yeah baby, say it,” he encouraged, his thrusts coming faster and harder every time, “Say my name, Bakura, say it!” he was shouting down the back of your neck.

“N-no!” You panted. You were close.

“Fucking say it!” He screamed at you through gritted teeth and reached around under you, gripping your rock hard cock in his firm grasp. He glided his rough hands down your length a couple times and you felt it. Coming like a searing hot explosion.

“Ny-ahhhhh, Mariikkkk!” You half screamed, half moaned into the blankets as streams of hot cum shot from your cock, drenching your toned abs and splattering on the blue comforter.

“Mmm, good boy,” he growled as he pumped into you, hard two or three (you couldn't count, could barely breathe) more times. Finally growling out a long, deep moan as he slammed his cock inside you as far as it would go, and let himself spill into you. Well, into the condom, thankfully. His back arched in ecstasy. His thumbs rubbed circles on your hips as he slid in and out a couple more times. His eyes closed in bliss. “Damn.” He panted as he finally pulled his still half hard cock from your ass. The sudden emptiness felt weird. “That was good,” he stated, “really good.” He chuckled and pulled his pants and boxers back up, sitting on the bed beside you. You were still on your hands and knees, face buried in the blankets. You couldn't look at him.

“Hey…” he said, softly “look, I know I forced you into this bu-“ he stopped “Are you crying?” He asked, concern taking the place of his smug smile.

“Get the fuck out of my room.” You mumble to him from under the blankets.

“Hey, I was gentle, you enjoyed it!” he said, testing a hand on your shoulder.

“I said get the fuck OUT!” You shouted as you sat up and winced at the pain in your face and ass.

“What the fucks your problem all of a sudden?! Why are you crying?! I didn't hurt you that badly!” Marik was back to being his normal self.

“Fucking asshole,” you wipe the tears away with the back of your sleeve as you stick your wrists out expectantly.

“Not until you tell me why you're so hysterical all of a sudden. I know I didn't hurt you. I was gentle as fuck" he spat at you

“Not you,” you say as you shimmy back against the wall so you can lean, “bloody Akefia. Why does he want to have me wind up like him? Who's going to look after Ryou?” You huff and look over at Marik who is giving you a look of… compassion?

“Listen… Bakura…” he says as he looks down at his hands, “Not everyone in a family are on your side.” He says matter-of-factly. “Some people just want to watch the world burn.” He takes out a pocket knife from in his pants and holds out his hands. You place yours in his and he cuts the zip ties, then eyes the gun resting beside him.

“Relax I'm not gonna try and go for it, I've been hit in the face enough today. I'm tired.” You put your head in your hands and sigh.

“You know,” Marik starts, “Ryou seems like a good kid. And you? Well, you seem like a mess. No offence.” He adds and you flip him off, too exhausted to do much else. “Anyways, what I'm getting at here... is… well…” he trails off and you look up. He's looking at you cautiously, almost like he's afraid. “Why don't you come with me?” He whispers quickly and picks up the gun, turning it over in his hands for something to do.

“Pardon me?” You let out a sharp laugh, “Go with you where?!” You exclaim, “You just raped me!” You sputter out some more sort, barking laughs.

“Yeah. I know…” Marik mutters and looks up at you through his bangs, his eyes seem sad. Lonely, even.

“Where do you even go? What do you do?! Who do you work for anyways?!” You ask sharply

“I live alone. I work for no one but myself. I pick up odd jobs… for less than reputable people.” He finishes and looks at you, waiting.

“And you want what? Me to come work for you?” You laugh again. This CAN'T be real. This guy just raped you and now he wants you to come work for him?! He must be insane!

“Yes.” He says, as if it was a normal job offering for Wal-Mart, “Not just work for me though. Be my partner. Live with me.” He says and then sets the gun down again, taking your hands. “I know, I'm an asshole, piece of shit. I don't deserve you to say yes, but I'm asking.” He grips your hands tighter, “I can help you with your… habit.” He says and looks towards the drawer that held about $475 worth of heroin currently.

“Fuck you!” You spit at him

“That too,” he smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at you, “ I owe you a ride.” He grins wider and you blush a brilliantly bright red

“I'm not going anywhere with you.” You say as you snatch back your hands

“Kura” he starts but you interrupt him

Don’t call me that.” You say, your voice barely a whisper

“I'm sorry.” He says, looking at you

“What?” You say in surprise

“I'm sorry. For this,” he gestures to your pants that are still around your ankles. You growl and pull them up. “For threatening Ryou. For Akefia being an asshole. For me taking it out on you. For all of it. Please, Bakura. Come with me. Let me help you.” He gets up, and sinks to his knees on the floor.

Acting quickly you reach over and grab the gun, placing the barrel against his head and flicking off the safety. Marik sucks in a quick breath and squeezes his eyes shut, waiting. Your heart is racing, rattling against your rib cage with every breath.

“Do it,” he says between clenched teeth, “I knew you'd go for it. I left it there for you. Do it. Kill me, and all of this goes away,” he opens one eye and looks up at you, “but the offer of helps goes away too.” He adds. “I can- we can keep Ryou safe, Bakura. We can get back at Akefia.” He opens both eyes and pits his hand over yours on the gun. “You don't have to be alone anymore. Neither of us do.” He pushes the gun down so that it's lying on the bed. Your hand is trembling. Hot tears are streaming down your face.

What the hell?!’ You internally scream at yourself. ‘You haven't cried in years! Since mom and dad died! Now twice in one night?! Pull yourself together, Bakura!’ but it was no use. This stranger had control over you. And the worst part? You liked it. You felt almost safe around this psychopath. This… this rapist. This monster. And why was that? ‘Because you are a monster, Bakura' a voice in your head told you.

“Why?” You choke out a dry sob

“Why what?” Marik cocks his head to the side

“Why are you asking me to come with you? Are you trying to trick me?” You look into those purple-red orbs and wonder, what his past must be to warrant being such a piece of shit.

“Because I see myself in you, and I want to help. God help me, I care what happens to you, you sad, sorry, piece of shit.” He grins and stands up. Holding out his hands, he waits. “I'll protect you, I'll protect Ryou, and together we can go fuck up Akefia.”

You hesitate.

“Come on, Ku-“ her catches himself and corrects it “Bakura, we can be an unbeatable team.” He smiles down at you. It's the first genuine smile you've seen him give all night.

And you were contemplating it. Did that make you insane? Probably. Did you care? Nope.

“Bloody hell, I must be losing it.” You say, more to yourself than anyone, and take his hand.

“Yes! I mean, probably, but alright!” he springs backwards, pulling you up with him “And good god damn that British accent is hot!” he chimes, grabbing your shoulders.

He pulls you up against him and slams his lips against yours. Your eyes widen in shock and you step back, surprised.

“Oops, sorry. Got to excited!” he smiles and scratches the back of his head, comically. “We can work up to that!” he blushes ever so slightly and looks at you

“Well I've had your cock in mouth and… other places, Marik. I'm hardly sure there's anything else you can do to me that will be any worse than those.” You sarcastically scold him

“Oh just you wait, baby. Just you wait!” he grins at you and pulls you by the hand out of the apartment and into the cool night air.

~THE END~The late evening light poured in through the slots in the bent and broken blinds, casting any orange glow on the dusty apartment. It was late, that's all you knew. Groaning slightly as you roll over you check the lock screen in your overly bright phone.

6:45 PM. Tuesday, May 6th.

“Shit.” You grumble, rubbing your eyes and sighing. Wasn't it Monday last time you checked? The blinking orange light flashing on your smartphone signaled you to a missed message. Sighing, you sat up, wincing again. The floor had not been kind to your body this time. You supposed it never really was.

32 missed calls. 64 texts.

‘Shit.’

‘Ryou.’

*Hey! U still coming?*

*Where r u?*

*Seriously Kura, where are you?*

*Hey r u ok? You didn't show at dinner*

*Kura… are you using again?*

*I can't come check on u till tomorrow…*

*PLEASE answer me!*

*BAKURA!!!!!!*

*K I'm coming over, b there around 7*

Oh no. Dinner.

Oh no. 7PM.

You check the clock again, 6:55.

SHIT.

Jumping up you scoop several things off the table into your arms and hurriedly head to your room. Stuffing all the items in your top drawer, you stop to look at your reflection in the dirty vanity mirror.

Ugh.

Your red-brown eyes were sunken in your pale face, your paleness accented by your silver-white mane of disheveled hair that hung limply to your mid-back.

“He'll know immediately" your deep, British accented voice echoes in the tiny room.

‘Shower? Nah, no time.’ you think to yourself as you check the time again on your phone. 7:05 now.
Walking into the bathroom toy quickly splash colds water onto your face. Shivering as you dry off, you look at yourself again.
‘There. Less incriminating'

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

‘Ugh' you mentally sigh leaving the bathroom, trying to prepare yourself for what's about to come.

“Coming!” You bark at the chipped, wooden door. Man this place was in shambles.
Opening the door you come face to face with yourself. Well, almost. There's about a 3 inch height difference and the hair was slightly shorter and definitely better kept. The usually kind dark chocolate eyes were narrowed into slants at you.

“Hey” you mumble, stepping aside to allow him to enter.

“Where the bloody hell were you last night?” came the accusatory response of your little brother.

“Nice to see you too, Ryou.” You sigh and take a seat on the ripped cushion of the loveseat, leaving the good one for Ryou.

“I called...” Ryou said as he eyed the room suspiciously. “When you didn't show I got worried…” her trailed off as his gaze finally landed on you. Looking you up and down his face softens “You look like hell. What happened?”

“Nothing… I just forgot.” You reply, staring at your socked feet. It wasn't as much a lie as it was any exaggeration. You had forgot you were supposed to meet Ryou at your usual Chinese restaurant. You had been way too fucked up to remember much of anything let alone that, but Ryou didn't need those details.

“Forgot?” He looked a little hurt “That's bullshit… but whatever. You're okay, that's all that matters.” He smiled at you but it didn't reach his eyes.

“Look, I'm sorry… Ryou, really I just lost track of time and forgot.” You insist

“Okay.” He looks around the apartment again and shakes his head. “Kura, you've gotta get a new place.” He jokes as her gestures towards the folding chair beside him and the tv that looked like it was from the 80's.

“I quite like my things, thank you.” You growl at him, but he's not intimidated by you anymore. Not for a while now. Your head hurts way too much to deal with this right now.

“Yeah, well… I don't think it likes you.” He sighs and finally cautiously sits beside you. “Have you eaten recently?”
You look at him through the gap in your fingers as you hold your pounding head in your hands.

“I… Yeah, uh, I ate…” you half heartedly try and persuade him until your stomach betrays you, rumbling loudly. You hang your head and start again. “No. Not since yesterday.” You lie. You didn't even eat then.
After a long, drawn out sigh, he stands and walks to the door. He turns to look at you with… what's that? Pity?

“What do you want?” he smiles sadly and you cringe. You hate when people pity you.

“It's fine, Ry…” you start but are interrupted

“Kura.” He says sternly “ What. Do. You. Want?”

“Chinese!” You blurt out, just wanting this to end

“Chinese?” He grins.

“Chinese.” You repeat.

“Hahaha, okay. Chinese. The usual?” You nod, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers and he smiles. It makes him look his age.
And with that, you are alone again.

Phew' you relax slightly and shift so that you're lying down, feet hanging off the end of the loveseat which you were way too big for. ‘Why does he have to care so much? Can't he just leave me here to rot in peace like everyone else?’ You scold yourself, he's a good kid.  Why do you have to be such a shit brother to him? Closing your eyes, you drift off to a shallow sleep.

“That's the kid, right?” a strange voice whispers in the dark. The van parked half a block down the road from the shitty motel is rusted and all too obvious.

“Yeah looks like him…” another voice agrees.

“Okay, well I guys we just wait for him to come back and the-"

“No.” a third, deeper voice spoke “There’s a third one as well. We go inside and find out more.” It thundered in the close quarters.

“O-Okay, whatever you say!” the first voice trembled as the three figures exited the vehicle and made their way towards the buzzing lights of the motel.

A jiggling of the doorknob woke you up out of your shallow snooze. Ryou was back already? That was quick.

“Ryou, did you get the spring rolls? You forgot them last time and they’re my favorite” you grin as you move your arm off your eyes.
But the sight infront of you want Ryou with Chinese food. Instead it was two men with hoodies on and shadows over their faces.
“What?! Who the fuck are you?!” You jolt up off the couch just as one of the goons lunge at you, his fist connects with your jaw sending you toppling over the coffee table onto the floor. The second goon jumps on top of you, pinning you to the ground with a knee to the back. “Unf!” You gasp as your face is ground into the grimey, old carpet. “What the fu-" you start but are interrupted by a third person you didn't notice at first.

“Hello, Bakura.” A deep, menacing voice hums from the shadows of the door. It sends shivers down your spine. Who was It? How did he know your name? What did he want from you?

“Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?” You spat into the dirty carpet fibers. The knee in your back pressed harder warranting a groan of discomfort from you.

“Me? Oh I'm the guy they send when they're not happy, princess. Haha, and boy are they not happy with you…” the voice crinkled with laughter. The figure stepped into the street lamp light pouring in through the broken blinds. He was tall, with quite the impressive muscle mass to back the powerful, booming voice. His ashy blonde hair was spiked wildly atop his head. His purple-red eyes shone in the unnatural light, an unnerving smirk played on his lips. He was wearing a black hooded sweater and khaki pants. The way he held himself told you he was someone formidable.

“Okay… well why the bloody hell are you here?” You spit at him and he grins wider “And what the hell do you -oof!- want from me?” You growl in your most menacing tone. “I don't owe anyone any money right now.” But you were starting to think this wasn't to do with money.

Was it something to do with… him? You thought to yourself and then immediately filed with rage.

“Oh, I'm not here for money. I don't do petty errands like that.” He smirked and took another step forward, sitting on the folding chair, his feet right beside your face.

“Okay, then what the hell are you doing in my apartment?!” You grunt up at him. A searing pain rips at your scalp as he grabs a fistful of your silvery hair, pulling your head back so you are looking directly into his eyes. He licks his lips, suggestively. You shudder and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Look at me when I talk to you.” Her growls in your ear and yanks your head back slightly more.

“N-ugh!” You yelp and grind your teeth, opening your eyes again to bore them into his. He smirks wider and gives a little slack on your hair, to which you are thankful.

“I'm here as a little thank you to a friend…” he trails off, finally taking a minute to look around your dingey apartment “Who I think you know quite well, actually.” He looks back at you and let's go of your hair, causing your head to crack back down against the carpeted floor.

“Akefia” you growl

“Akefia” he confirms

“What does that piece of shit want?” You struggle to see his face through the corner of your vision as he stands back up and walks towards the bedroom door.

Shit, stay out of there you bastard!’ You mentally scream at him

“Oh, he's just a little sore about the outcome of the trial. Seems to think he took the short end of the stick there.” He kicks a pile of clothing over, finally reaching the bedroom door. He turns the knob but stops to look back at you. “Seems to think there might be something in here that could wind you up with a one way trip up to state” he studies your face for some sort of hint, a clue as to what you're thinking.

“I don't know what you're talking about” you growl and rest your head back against the ground.

“Suit yourself” he finishes turning the knob and enters the small bedroom

“Ha! What's this, duel monsters?” his laugh booms as he picks your deck up off your dresser. “Pathetic!” he bends the cards in one hand and sends them scattering across the floor.

“Hey! Bugger off!” You yell and struggle against your captures grasp.

“Ooh, British insults… how exotic” you hear him rifling through drawers and throwing things. “Ah hah!” he exclaims and you see him reenter the room holding the items you hid earlier.

Shit' you think to yourself

“Care to explain?” He sits in the folding chair again, putting his boot under your chin and wrenching it up so you're looking at him.

“Gah!” your eyes water at the sharp pain but you blink away the traitorous moisture. “I don't know what that is. My brother was here earlier, he must have put that there” you feel bad for throwing Ryou under the bus.

Shit. Ryou. He'll be back soon' you think to yourself. You need to get rid of these blokes before Ryou gets back with food.

“Oh! Oh ho ho! Little Ryou? Funny, I don't see him as the using type” the stranger chuckles as he puts the pipe and baggie down in front of your face. “Are you suurreee this isn't yours?” He brushes a chunk of your hair behind your ear so that your face is more exposed. You shudder at the unwanted contact and grit your teeth.

“Ugh, keep your fucking hands off me!” You spit at him, struggling again.

“I don't think you have the leverage to be demanding anything, handsome.” He purrs and sharply grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him again. “So here's how this is going to work, baby…” you cringe at the nickname “You're either going to admit that this is yours, or we're going to wait here until little Ryou gets back from wherever he is and we're going to take him instead.” He grinned his wicked grin at you.

Fuck. What the fuck do I do? If I admit that it's mine they’re going to do everything in their power to take me to prison, but if I don't… they're going to take Ryou.’ You run scenarios through your head quickly. You could wait until he leans closer again and wrench your head back hitting him in the face and in the confusion try and make your escape. Or maybe you could wait until he stands up again and then try and quickly roll out of the goons grasp, but then you'd have to fight him head on. As good with your fists as you were, you had a feeling he was better. Damn, there just wasn't an easy way out.

“Why are you doing this?” You say, you sound tired. So tired. “Why does Kefi want me in prison with him? Who would look after Ryou?” You don't want to think about what Ryou would say. He didn't need you to look after him, he was fine on his own. Better probably. But he would be so ashamed of you if you ended up with the same fate as Kefi.

Your older brother Akefia. What a mess that whole situation was. A couple years back, you had agreed to help him out on one of his hits. A B&E in the nice end of town. It was supposed to be so simple, no one was going to get hurt. But it wasn't simple. Someone did get hurt. During the escape, you had knocked over a lamp, no big deal you had thought. Then as you were both jumping the fence in the back yard, a bag full of cash from the safe you had cracked, you saw it. Flames licked up the curtains in the living room. Panicked, you both fled. Later on, you found out there had been a family of four living there, which you had known, what you didn't know was that the two kids had been home, having a sleepover in the basement. They had both perished in the fire. They had found your bandana that Kefi had given you on your birthday, in the ashes, somehow it survived. And whose prints did they find on it? Akefia’s. He took the fall for you. And now he wanted you to fall with him.
You were all Ryou had left after you're parents had OD'd on opioids. He would be crushed if you ended up in prison.

Sighing you realised what you had to do. “Alright,” you growl at him “what do I have to do to make this go away?” You see him grin wider than he had all night. A chill came over you, you didn't like where this was heading.

“A bargaining man, I like that.” He gets up and comes to stand in front if you, signaling for his goon to let you up on your knees “Alright,” he continues “you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.” He winks and licks his lips. You shudder and swallow loudly.

“What do you mean?” You tense up

“Well, I'm going to make an assumption about you, Kura” he brushes his hand against your cheek and you yank your head away in disgust.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You spit at him.

“Haha, down boy. Anyways, I'm going to assume that the condoms in your room and the many, many bottles of booze on the table are for… guests. Am I right?” He smirks when your eyes open widely. “Just what I thought. Also, I'm going to assume that the three men that have been here the past three nights haven't exactly been… business associates.” He adds.

“What the fuck are you getting at?!” You spit at him

“What I'm getting at is, you're a whore, Bakura. And I want you to be my whore.” He finishes and grins down at you through spikey bangs.

“Like hell I am!” You yell defiantly “Besides! I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole!” You look away, glancing around the room for something to help you out of this.

“That's what I'm trying to get at, a ten foot pole” he cackles and grabs your face, forcing to look at him. “That's it, Kura. Your only choice if you want out of this. You become my bitch. And. I. Fuck. You.” He squeezes your face tighter with every word he growls at you.

“You're disgusting. I won't do it. Even if I do fuck guys, I wouldn't dare fuck you. I have some standards.” You just want to go back to sleep. Back when everything was calm. You close your eyes, wishing it to happen.

“Well, I want exactly asking.” He growls, his voice becomes a whole octave lower. You hear a familiar clicking and then the cold, knowing pressure of a gun barrel against your head.
You immediately begin to sweat, it beads at your hairline and runs down your cheek. You curse yourself for getting into these situations. He pulls it away from your head and uses it to point towards the bedroom. You feel the goon holding you pull you up by your arms and start pushing you towards the bedroom.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ You chant in your head. You were about to become this monsters play toy. You weren't exactly new to the whole idea, but that didn't mean you wanted to get raped. Especially by your brothers hit man.

“Wait! No, come on there has to be something else you want!” You sputter, trying to gain some ground to stand on “I can pay you! What's my brother offering you? I'll double it!” You pathetically beg.

“Ha! Money? No, no. Your brother isn't paying me. He's fucking me. I'm tired of him though, I want someone new. Someone with some spirit still. And you, you still have some fight in you. Plus, by the looks of it, sweetheart you couldn't pay me a cent.” He kicks the door open and the goon trips you forward, landing you sprawled on your bed, flustered. Akefia was someone's bitch in prison? That wasn't like Kefi. How powerful was this guy?

“You bastard!” You yell up at him, “How about you find someone willing to sleep with you instead of forcing unwilling pa-“ you’re interrupted by a hand connecting with your face with a sharp smack! “Unf!” You grab your face, scowling at your abuser.

“I don't ask, I take.” He states as he turns and nods to his goons, “Watch for the younger boy, keep him… busy.” He finishes, turning to wiggle his eyebrows at you.

“Leave him out of this!!” You roar

“Fine, fine. Just keep him outside until I'm done but don't hurt him. Tie him up in the van if he causes a scene.” He rolls his eyes, looking bored. You relax slightly, knowing Ryou will be safe, if not a little shook up. For some reason you believed him when he said they wouldn't hurt him. You tense again when he turns to look at you again. “I don't believe I've told you my name, baby. It's Marik. Now you know what to be screaming later.” He grins and winks as you shudder and shrink back as he walks over to you. Reaching to his back pocket, he pulls out some of those heavy duty zip ties you can buy at hardware stores. “Wrists.” He states and holds his hands out expectantly.

You take the opportunity and spit into his hands. He grins wickedly at you through his bangs, his eyes have an almost insane look to them.

“I know you're eager to get started, but I don't plan on using lube. I'm going to fuck you dry, you little shit.” He snapped at you and then backhanded you. “WRISTS!” he bellowed at you. You winced at the pain in your face and obliged, holding out your wrists which were then bound. Tightly. You were starting to panic. Your eyes darting around your familiar bedroom. You had to find something. Anything. Please.

Your breathing was labored, your palms sweating. Once the door shut, he turned to you, there was something different in his eyes. They were almost... kind? No. He was toying with you again.

“Look kid, just relax. I won't go in dry, I'll use a condom. I'll be gentle.” He looked like he almost felt bad for what he was about to do to you. “Don’t struggle, it'll be easier.” He finished, setting the gun down on the bedside table.
Your eyes dart to it, you can't help it.
“Don’t. Even. Think about it.” He said flatly without even looking up at you as he undid his pants and slid them down to his mid-thigh. You swallowed loudly and hung your head, you were out of ways to escape. You were trying to mentally prepare yourself for being bottom for this asshole. “Get on the floor,” he tells you as he picks up the gun again, “on your knees.” He finishes as he reaches into his boxers and starts to pump himself with his empty hand.
You swing your legs over the edge of the bed and crawl down onto your knees, squeezing your eyes shut tight. Your breathing becomes ragged and uneven.
“take a deep breath, Kura. You've done this before." he sounds like he's trying to comfort you. It  only makes you feel worse. “Open your eyes.” He states

When you finally open your eyes you are met with the intimidating view of Marik’s cock. It was impressively large, making you gasp in surprise.

He grins at your response “Mmm…. Like it?” He bites his lip and puts his hand on the back of your head. You feel the cold metal of the gun mixed with the cold metal of his rings against your scalp. You swallow, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Please don't make me do this.’ You think as he starts pushing you towards it. You clench your jaw shut tight and he makes a disappointed face. He yanks your hair harshy making you gasp and, taking the opportunity, shoves his dick in your open mouth.

“Mmph!” You wince and choke on the intrusion. You have half the mind to bite down, but just as you think it he interrupts your thoughts with…

“Bite me and I'll paint the walls with your brains.” Well, there goes that idea.
He pulls back slightly and then rams back down your throat, making you gag and tears form in the corners of your eyes.
“Mmm, okay sorry,” he groans and pulls back out slightly so he's not choking you anymore “I'll be nice now.” He stopped moving all together and looked down at you expectantly.

You took a deep breath through your nose and accepted what was about to happen. This is how you were going to save Ryou. This is how you were going to get back at Akefia. This is how you were going to redeem yourself.
With another deep breath through your nose, you started pumping. Back and forth with your head. Hop and down the length of his rock hard dick. God it was big. If you weren't so repulsed by him as a person you would have been wildly attracted to him.

“Ah, fuck!” he hissed through his teeth and closed his eyes. He rolled his hips forward giving you more access to him. “Mmmm, Bakura…” he trailed off as he moaned and shoved himself deep in your mouth.  Abruptly he pulled out all the way and you looked up, confused. “Get up.” He demanded, eyes half lidded in pleasure.
You obliged and rose to your feet, shaking slightly and wiped off your mouth with the back of your sleeve. He reached towards you and you flinched back.

“Relax baby, I'm gonna make this feel good…” he purred as he started to undo your belt. Panic rising in your throat again, you squeeze your eyes shut tight and picture Ryou. Young, innocent, helpless Ryou. You had to do this for him. Be strong, Bakura. Be the brother he deserves, you piece of shit!

A cold hand wrapping around your dick snapped you back to reality and you hissed in surprise. “Shit!” You yelp, “You could have given me some warning!” You snap at him

“I Like the element of surprise.” Marik purrs and starts stroking your cock. Try as you might, you start feeling blood rush to your member in excitement.

Damn traitor!’ You internally scream at yourself

Marik smirks at you “It's ok to enjoy this, you know.” He states matter-of-factly. With that her removes his hand and spits into it, returning it to your cock. He pumps faster now, oh god it feels so much better wet.

“Mmm" you groan with a pained expression on your face. Don't let him know you're enjoying this. Don't be weak. But you couldn't help it. Much to Marik’s (or anyone else's for that fact) surprise, the men who had been in your apartment the past three nights didn’t have sex with you. I mean, yes, that was their intended purpose, but it didn't go the way you had planned. By the time they had arrived, you had been to high to perform. The drugs had that effect. This was the first sober fuck you were going to have in weeks. And GOOD GOD were you pent up.

“Yeah baby, relax. Let me take care of you.” Marik’s voice brought you back to reality again. Each pump felt so good. The sound of his ragged breathing egged you on. You could feel his hot breath panting against your skin and you liked it. He had set the gun down again and was pumping himself with his other hand. He was standing in front of you, close enough that every so often the tips of your cocks would rub together sending shudders down your spine. Your knees were getting weak from the pleasure, you faltered slightly and he chuckled, slowing to a near crawl.

“Sit.” He commanded and you practically collapsed onto your small, double bed. Your head was spinning as you watched him take a step back towards the dresser, eyes never leaving yours, still with his hand around his huge cock. He rifled around in your top drawer for a moment before producing a foil packet. He looked at it and then frowned. You creased your brow at him in confusion.

“Is this the biggest you have?” He asked, gesturing to the condom.

Your eyes widen in shock, “Uh, yeah…” you answer, your ego deflating slightly.

He sighs and rips it open with his teeth, “Okay, it'll have to do.” He says and pushes it into the end if his dick, rolling it down his shaft with a struggle. “Damn.” He grunts and finally gets it all the way on, eyes returning to look at you with greed. “Have you ever bottomed before?” He asks lowly.

Anxiety fills you as you roll the question around in your head. Twice. And it wasn't your forte. “Yeah…” you trail off, getting distracted by the size of him again, “but… not with someone so… gifted.” Your face flushes at the thought.

“Haha! Relax, baby… I'll go slow with you. It won't hurt that much.” He grins and makes a little circle motion with his finger, signaling you to turn around.
Your breathing is uneven and raspy. You get on your knees on the bed and do as he says, turning so that you're facing the wall the bed is up against.

Get ready, Bakura,’ you tell yourself ‘fuuuuckkkkk' you mentally scream, squeezing your eyes tightly.

He moves so that he's standing directly behind you, and pushes your torso so that you fall onto your hands and knees. He pulls down your pants and boxers to your knees so you are now fully exposed. You flush a bright red. You hear the sound of him still pumping his cock with his hand, the slippery sounds of the condom lube does little to calm you. You hear him spit into his free hand and his other stops jacking himself off to rest on your ass. You jerk in response to the contract and he chuckles. You feel him shift his weight, and with that you feel a finger press against your entrance. You suck in a large breath, readying yourself.

“Ready?” He asks, not moving yet
You nod your head quickly, ruffling your already wild hair.

And with that he pushes inside you. You instinctively clench and hold your breath.

“Hey, breathe Bakura.” He kindly reminds you
You take a breath in and he pulls back the digit. Sliding it back in a little quicker this time, he hums appreciatively.

“Jeez, you're tight. You said you've don't this before, right?” You grunt as he pushes another finger inside you.

“Ah! Fuck! Yes, twice!” You manage to spit out in between shaky breaths

“You need to relax or this is going to hurt…” he says, sliding a third digit inside your tight ass

“Oh really? Because it feels great right now!” You sarcastically snap at him.

He slams his fingers in and out a couple times, shoving them as deep as they will go, “Don't forget who you're talking to you little shit!” he warns you and you ley your head drop between your shoulders. He pulls all three digits out and positions himself behind you. You freeze.

Oh god, here we go.’ You grit your teeth together as hard as you can

“Deep breaths, baby. I've got you.” He coos and presses the head of his cock against your entrance. With a loud groan he pushes into you, driving your head down against the bed as you grip the sheets for dear life.

“Arghhhh!” You shout through your clenched teeth

“Ngh, god Bakura!” he hisses as he stands, motionless behind you. “Are you ok?” He finally asks

“Fuck… you….” You mumble into the sheets as tears sting your clenched eyes

“Maybe next time, this time it's my turn.” You can almost hear the devilish grin in his voice. “Nice and easy, baby.” He says as he slowly, slowly, starts to move again.

It's so painful. He's so big. God it hurts. Did it always hurt this badly? No. It couldn't have. How di- wait. It was starting to not feel like you were getting split in two. Sure, it still hurt, but not nearly as much.

“Nghh,” you groaned as you let go of the sheets with one hand to steady yourself against the wall. “Gah!” What?! That one felt… good. Damnit. It was starting to feel really good. You tune into what is going on again and hear him moaning as he slides in and out of you. God, the sound of him groaning like that was hot.

He was hot.

Fuck! Blast your stupid hormones. This guy was a rapist! A despicable, vile, repulsive, bloody hot rapist!

“Ugh, fuucckkk Bakura!” hearing him moan your name was just the icing on top of the fucked up cake.
His thrusts were even and deep, striking your spot with a sickly good explosion of pleasure every time. His cock was huge, but he also knew how to use it, he was good at this. He was starting to thrust slightly faster, his moans becoming grunts.
“How does my cock feel, Bakuuuraaa?” the drawn out drawl of your name was like gasoline on a raging fire. His ragged breaths on the back of your neck sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps all over your skin.

“Ahh… Ma-“ No! You weren't going to say his name. You had some dignity left.

“Yeah baby, say it,” he encouraged, his thrusts coming faster and harder every time, “Say my name, Bakura, say it!” he was shouting down the back of your neck.

“N-no!” You panted. You were close.

“Fucking say it!” He screamed at you through gritted teeth and reached around under you, gripping your rock hard cock in his firm grasp. He glided his rough hands down your length a couple times and you felt it. Coming like a searing hot explosion.

“Ny-ahhhhh, Mariikkkk!” You half screamed, half moaned into the blankets as streams of hot cum shot from your cock, drenching your toned abs and splattering on the blue comforter.

“Mmm, good boy,” he growled as he pumped into you, hard two or three (you couldn't count, could barely breathe) more times. Finally growling out a long, deep moan as he slammed his cock inside you as far as it would go, and let himself spill into you. Well, into the condom, thankfully. His back arched in ecstasy. His thumbs rubbed circles on your hips as he slid in and out a couple more times. His eyes closed in bliss. “Damn.” He panted as he finally pulled his still half hard cock from your ass. The sudden emptiness felt weird. “That was good,” he stated, “really good.” He chuckled and pulled his pants and boxers back up, sitting on the bed beside you. You were still on your hands and knees, face buried in the blankets. You couldn't look at him.

“Hey…” he said, softly “look, I know I forced you into this bu-“ he stopped “Are you crying?” He asked, concern taking the place of his smug smile.

“Get the fuck out of my room.” You mumble to him from under the blankets.

“Hey, I was gentle, you enjoyed it!” he said, testing a hand on your shoulder.

“I said get the fuck OUT!” You shouted as you sat up and winced at the pain in your face and ass.

“What the fucks your problem all of a sudden?! Why are you crying?! I didn't hurt you that badly!” Marik was back to being his normal self.

“Fucking asshole,” you wipe the tears away with the back of your sleeve as you stick your wrists out expectantly.

“Not until you tell me why you're so hysterical all of a sudden. I know I didn't hurt you. I was gentle as fuck" he spat at you

“Not you,” you say as you shimmy back against the wall so you can lean, “bloody Akefia. Why does he want to have me wind up like him? Who's going to look after Ryou?” You huff and look over at Marik who is giving you a look of… compassion?

“Listen… Bakura…” he says as he looks down at his hands, “Not everyone in a family are on your side.” He says matter-of-factly. “Some people just want to watch the world burn.” He takes out a pocket knife from in his pants and holds out his hands. You place yours in his and he cuts the zip ties, then eyes the gun resting beside him.

“Relax I'm not gonna try and go for it, I've been hit in the face enough today. I'm tired.” You put your head in your hands and sigh.

“You know,” Marik starts, “Ryou seems like a good kid. And you? Well, you seem like a mess. No offence.” He adds and you flip him off, too exhausted to do much else. “Anyways, what I'm getting at here... is… well…” he trails off and you look up. He's looking at you cautiously, almost like he's afraid. “Why don't you come with me?” He whispers quickly and picks up the gun, turning it over in his hands for something to do.

“Pardon me?” You let out a sharp laugh, “Go with you where?!” You exclaim, “You just raped me!” You sputter out some more sort, barking laughs.

“Yeah. I know…” Marik mutters and looks up at you through his bangs, his eyes seem sad. Lonely, even.

“Where do you even go? What do you do?! Who do you work for anyways?!” You ask sharply

“I live alone. I work for no one but myself. I pick up odd jobs… for less than reputable people.” He finishes and looks at you, waiting.

“And you want what? Me to come work for you?” You laugh again. This CAN'T be real. This guy just raped you and now he wants you to come work for him?! He must be insane!

“Yes.” He says, as if it was a normal job offering for Wal-Mart, “Not just work for me though. Be my partner. Live with me.” He says and then sets the gun down again, taking your hands. “I know, I'm an asshole, piece of shit. I don't deserve you to say yes, but I'm asking.” He grips your hands tighter, “I can help you with your… habit.” He says and looks towards the drawer that held about $475 worth of heroin currently.

“Fuck you!” You spit at him

“That too,” he smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at you, “ I owe you a ride.” He grins wider and you blush a brilliantly bright red

“I'm not going anywhere with you.” You say as you snatch back your hands

“Kura” he starts but you interrupt him

Don’t call me that.” You say, your voice barely a whisper

“I'm sorry.” He says, looking at you

“What?” You say in surprise

“I'm sorry. For this,” he gestures to your pants that are still around your ankles. You growl and pull them up. “For threatening Ryou. For Akefia being an asshole. For me taking it out on you. For all of it. Please, Bakura. Come with me. Let me help you.” He gets up, and sinks to his knees on the floor.

Acting quickly you reach over and grab the gun, placing the barrel against his head and flicking off the safety. Marik sucks in a quick breath and squeezes his eyes shut, waiting. Your heart is racing, rattling against your rib cage with every breath.

“Do it,” he says between clenched teeth, “I knew you'd go for it. I left it there for you. Do it. Kill me, and all of this goes away,” he opens one eye and looks up at you, “but the offer of helps goes away too.” He adds. “I can- we can keep Ryou safe, Bakura. We can get back at Akefia.” He opens both eyes and pits his hand over yours on the gun. “You don't have to be alone anymore. Neither of us do.” He pushes the gun down so that it's lying on the bed. Your hand is trembling. Hot tears are streaming down your face.

What the hell?!’ You internally scream at yourself. ‘You haven't cried in years! Since mom and dad died! Now twice in one night?! Pull yourself together, Bakura!’ but it was no use. This stranger had control over you. And the worst part? You liked it. You felt almost safe around this psychopath. This… this rapist. This monster. And why was that? ‘Because you are a monster, Bakura' a voice in your head told you.

“Why?” You choke out a dry sob

“Why what?” Marik cocks his head to the side

“Why are you asking me to come with you? Are you trying to trick me?” You look into those purple-red orbs and wonder, what his past must be to warrant being such a piece of shit.

“Because I see myself in you, and I want to help. God help me, I care what happens to you, you sad, sorry, piece of shit.” He grins and stands up. Holding out his hands, he waits. “I'll protect you, I'll protect Ryou, and together we can go fuck up Akefia.”

You hesitate.

“Come on, Ku-“ her catches himself and corrects it “Bakura, we can be an unbeatable team.” He smiles down at you. It's the first genuine smile you've seen him give all night.

And you were contemplating it. Did that make you insane? Probably. Did you care? Nope.

“Bloody hell, I must be losing it.” You say, more to yourself than anyone, and take his hand.

“Yes! I mean, probably, but alright!” he springs backwards, pulling you up with him “And good god damn that British accent is hot!” he chimes, grabbing your shoulders.

He pulls you up against him and slams his lips against yours. Your eyes widen in shock and you step back, surprised.

“Oops, sorry. Got to excited!” he smiles and scratches the back of his head, comically. “We can work up to that!” he blushes ever so slightly and looks at you

“Well I've had your cock in mouth and… other places, Marik. I'm hardly sure there's anything else you can do to me that will be any worse than those.” You sarcastically scold him

“Oh just you wait, baby. Just you wait!” he grins at you and pulls you by the hand out of the apartment and into the cool night air.

~THE END



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