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Marik watched the lines of trees
pass by the window in the back of his limousine.  How wonderful life
was.  �The world is at my fingertips�, he thought, for me to pick and
choose at will.  Like Ryou.  He was absolutely delightful
tonight.  That perfect little body, young and subtle.  For
a moment, Marik felt a little twinge of guilt for hurting him, but it was gone
just as fast as it came.  Ryou is the one who had lied.  He
deserved to be punished, he told himself. Then Marik saw a huge billboard that
said 'Take your lover on a private fantasy cruise they will never forget!' in
bright, blue letters. Yes, Marik thought.  It's
perfect.  Personal time.  Just me and Ryou on a little
yacht.  I'll have to take someone to serve us, but we will be alone
for days.  Hell, he thought, smiling to himself.  Maybe it
is exactly what we need.

Ryou woke up on the cold floor early that morning. His whole body was sore from
last night with Marik, and the time he slept on the unforgiving
ground.  He slowly stumbled down the hall and into the shower,
wondering how his shaky legs were supporting him. He turned the knobs to make
it as hot as he could stand. The water streamed down his body, relaxing his
aching muscles. He spent almost an hour in the shower standing underneath the
warm water. He got out and looked at himself in the mirror, touching his cheek
slightly where Marik had slapped him...Marik never really hit him before but it
had bruised over night and looked like someone had given him a whopper in the
jaw. A knock at the door broke him from his thoughts.  He concealed
himself with a terry cloth robe and went to see who was there at such an early
hour.

"Hey Ryou.  Marik sent me to fetch you, so why don't you run
upstairs, and put some clothes on.  We have a plane to
catch."  Joey said as he eyed Ryou's robe.

"W-what?" Ryou said a bit bewildered..."What plane? Why?"
Ryou asked not understanding what was going on. He knew Joey to be a really
nice guy, even though

he worked for Marik. He covered the bruise on his face with his pale hand,
although Joey had already seemed notice it.

"Please don't fight this Ryou."  Joey pleaded, looking
scared with the prospect that Ryou might refuse. "You are going to make
this a lot more difficult. Just put on your clothes and come on.  I
will explain everything in the car. I promise."  He said, giving
Ryou a reassuring smile.

Ryou looked at Joey confused for a moment, did he know? He stepped aside and
allowed Joey inside while he grabbed some clothes out of his room and went to
change. He came out and looked at Joey questionably.

"Good."  Joey said, "We are all set.  Chin
up," he added, "you might even have fun."  Joey took
Ryou's arm and led him to the limo.

"B-but...please Joey at least tell me where I'm going and why..."
Ryou said resisting a little.  Joey was taking him to Marik. However,
none of Marik's previous schemes ever involved a plane before.

"Marik has graciously decided you need a vacation.  He thinks
you two should get to know each other a little better," Joey said
uncomfortably, looking at the purple spot on Ryou's face.  "So
now we get to go havehave some fun for a week.  Doesn't that sound
grand?"

Ryou hung his head "Please stop the car..." he mumbled lowly,
"You can tell him it was my fault, that I didn't want to go..." Ryou
said sadly Joey thought for a second, pitying the boy in the back
seat.
"No, I am sorry.  I
don't think it would be a good idea to tell Marik no.  He just isn't
use

to hearing it.  Why don't you want to go anyways?"  Joey
asked.  "It would be a wonderful experience for you."

"You're just as crazy as he is! Do you have any idea what he does to
me!" Ryou said as tears breached
his eyes, "He thinks he is showing me love, when he isn't, and you
think I'll have a wonderful time, when in actuality he will do nothing but hurt
me!" Ryou said nearly breaking down into sobs.

"Listen," Joey said. &nbsuot;uot;I know what you are going
through, I went through it too.  Nevertheless, Marik really does like
you, and I really think he wants what's best for you.  I know his
reputation, about how evil his soul is.   Remember this; it's better
to stand at the devil's right hand, than in his path."  Joey
said as he slowly pulled into the private airfield, waving to Marik who was
next to the jet. Ryou held himself, not wanting to get out of the car, but
knowing he didn't have a choice.
"I'm already in his path, and
if you understood you wouldn't have brought me here." Ryou said, but
sighed as he stepped out of the car, not seeing any other options at the time.

"Ryou, I am so glad you could come."  Marik said with a
delighted look on his face.  "Now, I know I didn't give you
anytime to pack, so I took it upon myself to get you some things for our
trip.  You look beautiful, as always."  He said as his
eyes took in Ryou's nice legs, and his wonderful ass.  Then ever so
gently he kissed Ryou on the cheek, noticing the bruise but brushing it off not
wanting it to ruin his mood. "Come love, the plane is waiting."

Ryou grimaced slightly but followed Marik on to the plane. He wasn't really
fond of planes, he was afraid of heights to be truthful, but he could stay away
from the window.  He just prayed he wouldn't get airsick or anything.

"M-Marik...where are we going?" Ryou asked meekly, turning around to
face the

older man as he stepped into the plane.

"We are going to sea, my boy, but don't you worry.  I have
everything taken' care of, and everything you'll need."  Marik
said with his devilish smile. "Let's just have fun,
okay?"  He walked into the living room of the plane and noted
with satisfaction that his plane caused Ryou's mouth to gape open.

"Is this...is this yours?"  Ryou asked.

"Yes, comes complete with kitchen, bath, and a
bedroom."  He told him, his

voice dropping an octave. Ryou nodded in response, and sat down in one of the
black leather chairs, sighing deeply.

"I...I should call and tell my father." Ryou said, trying to break
the uneasy silence.  "He'll worry if he doesn't know where I
am."

"I wouldn't worry about that," Marik said with pure malice in his
voice, causing Ryou to look up in fear.  "You're dad is, a
little indisposed.  The dig site they are in doesn't seem to have any
way to communicate with the outside. He would have to drive quite a ways to
check up on you.  So I gave my promise to keep you safe."

If the window's weren't double paneled I'd jump out, Ryou thought
bitterly, as he wrapped his arms around himself, feeling cold. Ryou bit his
lower lip as he watched Marik's smooth motions as he poured himself a drink of
bourbon. He was a bit too calm about everything and quiet...that usually meant
something was in store, thought Ryou.  Ryou ran a hand through his
hair, a recent habit he developed when he was nervous or afraid. Moreover, at
this precise moment, he wasn't too thrilled with Marik's tone of voice.

"So," Marik asked with a smile. "Would you like the grand
tour?  The kitchen is wonderful; we could get you a
snack.  I have all sorts of cookies and chips.  Soda's
too.  And you have to see the bedroom; it has the best feather bed
you have ever laid on.  Maybe we should retire there for the duration
of this journey?  What do you think?"  Marik asked,
all teasing gone from his voice.

Yes, he thought, having Ryou will make this five hour flight seem like a piece

of heaven.  Or hell, he amended, depending on your preference.

Ryou hung his head slightly; letting his white locks cover his eyes "I'm
not hungry." Ryou said softly not wanting to address the matter of the
bedroom.

"You have to see it." Marik proclaimed taking him by the wrist and
leading

him to the bedroom.

Ryou resisting slightly as they went. "I�" he stammered not being
able to think of something to say to keep himself out of the bedroom.

Marik opened a massive oak door, revealing one of the most exquisite bedrooms
Ryou had ever seen.  The bed had silk and velvet on it, gold trim
around the headboard.  Beside the bed was a massive amour, closed to
hide its contents.

"Come on, Ryou."  Marik said smiling.  "I am
sure we will be a lot more comfortable here."

He pushed Ryou in and locked the door, pocketing the brass key. Ryou rubbed the
back of his neck uneasily as he moved away from the bed trying not to look
afraid although it was probably clear as day. Why did this always have to
happen to him, it made him feel dirty and when Marik called him things like a
whore, it didn't help his self-image very much. He pressed himself against the
wall, allowing his hair to fall in his face, hoping against hope that he would
not have to look at Marik.  He didn't want to see the ever-apparent
lust in his eyes.

"So" Marik asked, his eyes licking up and down Ryou's
body.  "What do you think we should do to pass the time
away?"  He said, suddenly noticing Ryou's defensive
posture.  "We could talk.  About you, me, our future.  The
whole world is now our playground.  We must decide what to do with
it."

Ryou was a little surprised that Marik didn't just 'pounce' on him like he
usually did. The word future confused Ryou as well,

"Future..." Ryou trailed off a bit "What future?! What do you
think this is, some sort of game!" Ryou yelled looking at Marik eyes his
full of despair. "I don't understand you! You say you care but yet you
constantly hurt me.  I could forgive the drunken times...possible
even forget, but there were plenty of times you were well and sober. Why do you
do this to me?" Ryou asked tired of his mannerism, he acted as if nothing
has happened at all.

"I wouldn't hurt you if you would quit fighting me!"  Marik
yelled, making Ryou jump back and wonder at the hurt in Marik's
voice.  "You are the one who acts like a frigid bitch every time
I come near you.  And all I want is to make you happy.  To
be with you in a way that only lovers can be.  However, I refuse to
grovel.  Do you know who I am?"  Marik asked, his voice
turning to stone as he looked on the frightened boy, crouched like a baby next
to the wall.

"You would never of had to grovel! And I wouldn't act like I do around you
if I wasn't so afraid." Ryou said tearing up "I...I don't believe
you! How can you want my happiness, how can you even say that after what you
have done to me?" Ryou said turning his back to Marik and pressing himself
into the wall, staring unseemly at the cream colored wallpaper. "If you
hadn't raped me the first time we met, I might have considered what we do to be
nice, but you stole something from me that is irreplaceable.  It
wasn't yours to take! It was mine to give!" Ryou yelled his voice
straining slightly.

Marik stood tall and proud, considering the harsh words Ryou had flung at
him.  Is it true?  He thought.  Did I just take
and not give the first time?  He watched as Ryou's legs quivered
underneath him, as though they weren't going to be strong enough to hold
him.  No, Marik told himself.

"I gave everything to you that night, and took nothing for
myself.  Hell," Marik said, "I didn't even
come.  However, I know you
did.  Remember?  Remember the first time I took you in my
mouth, and allowed you to empty yourself in me?  I gave that night,
but I never took!"  Marik said with absolute conviction.

"You act like you don't even notice that I cry every time you do that to
me...I asked you to stop but you wouldn't, and that wasn't the night I was
talking about! I know you didn't take anything for yourself that night except
the satisfaction of my body reacting against my will." Ryou took a breath
"I know you didn't rape me the first night or the second time you came to
me, but do you have any excuses for the third night?" Ryou asked sinking
to the floor.

Ryou wrapped his arms around himself.  He had bleed so much after
that night, he could hardly even walk.  Tears began to fall down
Ryou's soft cheeks, as he remembered the first time Marik had fully taken him.

"Is that why you have been so upset?"  Marik asked
laughing.  "Foolish boy! Don't you realize it always hurts the
first time?  It is the same with a woman.  It hurts her the
first time, yet those pansy ass straight guys still do it. And the women learn
to love it.  As will you."

Marik started thinking back, to the first time he had taken
Ryou.  What a delight his body had been!  Nice and
supple.  "Yes" Marik promised Ryou, "one day you will
love it."

"I didn't want it though! I never wanted it to begin with! I practically
begged you to stop but you treated me like a common whore...it hurt the first
time! It has hurt every time! Even if you said you would be gentle with me you
would still hurt me." Ryou looked up at Marik from the floor "You
cannot force someone to love you...love doesn't work that way...I will never
love it, the only times you have ever touched me gently was last night when you
stopped." Ryou said ly hly his voice strained from all the yelling.

"Stop your lying!"  Marik thundered, the true fire in his
eyes showing to Ryou for the first time.  "And I can make you
love me.  You just watch and see.   One day soon you will
beg to be forgiven for every word you have flung at me!"

And with that, Marik turned around, yanked open the heavy door, and
left.   I'll show him, Marik though, he keeps accusing me of taking,
so take I shall! Ryou pulled his legs to his chest and buried his face in his
knees...vacations were supposed to be fun not heartbreakingly painful, He
sniffled thinking silently to himself. He could have liked Marik if he wasn't
so afraid of him now...that vile temper of his usually ended up with Ryou at
the receiving end. He wished Marik could understand his point of view, all his
talk of love and happiness were a joke to Ryou, they always have been, why
couldn't Marik just accept the fact that Ryou didn't love him?

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