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Fairy Tales Gone Yu-Gi-Oh!	By : ChibiRinni Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any songs used in this fic. I make no money off this.

Chapter List
- 1-Tale #1 Little Red Riding Hood
- 2-Tale #2 Beauty and the Beast
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            “I’m such a terrible writer!” ChibiRinni whined and hid her face in her hands. Marik_Ishtar, who was seated next to her flipping through their Fairy Tales book, was shocked.

            “You? What the fuck are you talking about?” He demanded and closed the book; grabbing her face and made her look him in the eye.

            “I don’t remember which reviewers I thanked or which I didn’t before they got deleted! I’m so horrible!” He looked at her in annoyance and shoved her off the couch. She landed flat on her face and he started laughing.

            “MARIK! That was MEAN!” She growled and sat up, glaring at her Beta. He rolled on the couch, still laughing until she grabbed a small book and chucked it at him, hitting him in the head.

            “OW! Why the fuck do I always get hit in the head!? I’ll smite you one day for that Minion,” he glared, rubbing his head as she glared back, “Hey, you are being stupid. Now you know to write down if you spoke to them or not, got it? Geeze Minion! Just cuz you didn’t thank every pathetic soul who reviewed doesn’t make you a terrible writer… it just makes you forgetful.” She blinked up at him in surprise.

            “I was expecting something meaner to come out of your mouth.” He smirked as she reseated herself back on the couch and opened the book.

            “Eh, figured if I did say something more, then you wouldn’t read me a story.” She huffed, growling under her breath, and flipped to the next story. She smirked.

            “Oh, you’re gonna like this one! Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh! characters nor the original story lines for these following fairy tales, but I DO OWN this book that I’ve kept locked away for just the right moment. So ENJOY!

            “Fairy Tales Gone Yu-Gi-Oh, written by Me, ChibiRinni, and Co-Written by Marik_Ishtar. Beta: Marik_Ishtar. Within these pages are tales that parents didn’t want their children to read. These are the rejected stories. If you are reading this, prepare yourself to read fairy tales you didn’t think could happen. The twists are different, even the stories are a little different from the “originals”, but these are the true stories. You have been warned.” Marik_Ishtar smirked along with ChibiRinni, everything else forgotten, as the story unfolded…

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Fairy Tale #2: Beauty and the Beast (Marik/Malik)

Summary: Malik lived in a village with his older brother and sister. When his brother didn’t return from a trading trip, but the horse did, Malik went in search for him. He finds a Beast in a castle and makes a deal: him for his brother. Now that he’s trapped with a Beast and his magical servants, what will he do? Fall in love, or fall to hate?

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            Once upon a time, there was a child born to a hateful King. It was the seventh child his wife had bore and it was that child who took her life away. In anger of that he made the boy’s life miserable. His other sons aided in the misery that their youngest sibling “deserved”. The boy’s name was Marik.

Marik was envied from his family for he had his mother’s kind looking face and her long blonde hair. As he grew older, he looked less like his mother and appeared to look dangerous, his hair had spiked up high in sharp points, his tanned frame grew muscle, and his eyes grew hard. He grew up only knowing hate and anger and so he became that of which he had grown used to. When he was thirteen, his father banished him to his own kingdom with a few servants who were to report the abuse they were going to make him suffer.

            “Make sure that you keep him alive, but he should wish for death! You understand me?” The King demanded. A servant with tricolor hair spiked up to the heavens bowed.

            “As you wish my King. He shall suffer horribly. I shall report in a week.” With that the servant left. When Marik arrived at his new home, he was surprised at the quality. It looked rather beautiful. Angels were atop the roofs of the large castle looking down on those who traveled by. He followed his servants into the castle and was instantly pulled into a tight embrace. He struggled and fought, but the arms would not lessen.

            “Prince, listen to me.”

            “I’ll kill you for daring to do anything to me SERVANT!” He growled in return.

            “Your Father wished for you to suffer here at our hands.” Marik froze and smirked.

            “Bring it on then.” The servant released him and shook his head. He looked into the dark purple eyes of the young man he wanted to make smile.

            “I’ve served your family for a few years and do not agree with what they have done to you. Here you will be shown what it is to love without torture! You will never have to see that horrible family of yours again.” Marik just stared at the servant as if he were insane.

            “What is your name?”

            “Yami.”

            “You do realize that you're mad, I hope. Love is meaningless. It is a weakness. To love is to kill. As if anyone could ever feel such a pathetic thing for me.” He ignored his servants and began his new life in his very own castle; one he thought was too “sweet” for his dark soul. A year went by, but no matter how kind his servants were to him, the young Prince was cruel and beat them, venting his frustrations on them. After a year, he grew tired of them and left them alone. It was then he received a message from his Father’s Kingdom.

            “He’s dead? The fucker died?!” A sadistic grin slipped onto Marik's usually stone features.

            “Not just him, my King, but everyone.”

            “King?” Marik was confused. He looked the young messenger over. He looked just like Yami, only smaller and younger. He’d make a nice maid.

            “Well, Prince if you wish, but your brother’s have met the fate of death as well. Poisoned, my Lord. They are all dead… You are the heir to your family's fortune,” Marik couldn’t have been happier, “The servants from their castles are coming to serve their new King. They will be here shortly.”

            “I’d rather be a Prince. I can’t be King unless I have a fuckin Queen and I don’t want some bitch trying to tell me how to rule my kingdom! Good, now go!” Another year passed and Marik grew more restless, hunting and killing for pleasure, not knowing the kindness of love, despite his servant’s attempts. The servants were rather happy under their Prince when they were not saddened because he couldn’t feel love. One day, a violent storm raged outside and an old withered woman came to the castle doors and pleaded with the Prince, who just so happened to be walking passed the door and heard her knocking, and pleading to be allowed shelter in his castle. She would give him a single red rose as payment. He merely laughed in her face.

            “Fucking Hag. Find shelter in a place where someone gives a shit if you live or die. Stay here and I’ll kill you myself; as if you didn’t get that rose from my gardens. You disgust me!” At his cruel words, the woman transformed into a beautiful Goddess. Marik knew she was the Goddess Inanna, the Goddess of love. He glared more.

            “You have no love in your heart. You are nothing but a beast and so you shall be. Until another can look past that which you have become and love you as you are, you shall remain a beast.” Yami reached the Prince and tried to plead with the enchanted woman who would hear nothing of the boy’s past and reasoning for his cruelty. She set a spell over the castle and all its inhabitants. The rose she gave him was placed in the tallest tower in a safe place.

            “I care not for why you are cruel, but you are human. If you cannot show kindness like that of a human, then you shall be a beast!” Horns like that of demons sprouted from Marik’s forehead as hair of platinum blonde grew long over his whole form. His feet grew larger and were like paws while his hands became clawed. His mouth filled with sharp teeth and lengthened into a muzzle. He grew in size, ripping some of his clothing. It was a painful transformation, but he made not a sound until it was complete and he passed out.

            “He knows no better.” Yami tried to plead again, as he suddenly transformed into a candlestick.

            “He will learn, for with time the rose will bloom and for each month that passes, a petal will fall. When the last peddle falls, if he has no one other than his servants who love him, he will forever remain a beast as will his servants. If he finds one to love him, the spell will be broken.” She set a mirror down on the floor and disappeared, leaving the whole castle and its inhabitants to suffer for the kindness their Prince did not show.

            “It is hopeless,” Marik growled, not really liking his new form, “No one had ever loved me as a human… who could ever learn to love a beast?” Marik took the mirror and stayed in his chambers, angry at the woman who had done this to him. Even if he did look frightening, he wasn’t the sexy man he once was.

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            “Wait just one fucking second here!” ChibiRinni sighed and looked at her Beta.

            “Interrupting already? I figured if I told a Marik and Malik story that you would remain silent and eager for the story. Guess I figured wrong. Oh, and I still don’t think our readers want to listen to you and your bickering over things during the story!”

            “Have they complained about my interruptions? Not like I would give a fuck if they did!” She blinked at him and thought for a moment.

            “Well… no, but still! Anyway, what is your problem now?” He snorted in annoyance and glared at his Minion Scribe.

            “Why the fuck am I always a Ra damned Beast!?” She raised an eyebrow.

            “You’re complaining about this?” He nodded, “Let me ask you something, Dark God.” She said a little annoyed, using their “nicknames”.

            “Yes Minion?”

            “Do you enjoy torturing people you can’t stand? Do you like the taste of blood and take pleasure in your pain and in the pain of others that you yourself cause? Do you enjoy being an asshole and a dick to most of the people around, family and minions excluded?” He smirked and nodded enthusiastically, ignoring her “commercial announcer” tone, “Then you are a Ra damned BEAST! Why complain when you enjoy all the things related to being a “beast”? If you are so proud of the way you are, then don’t complain when I star you in the role of a beast!” He blinked in surprise and thought about what she had said. He finally nodded.

            “Ok, I get it Minion Scribe… so I make a kick ass beast right!? And Yami is my fucking servant! Fuck YUSH! The high and mighty Pharaoh is MY SERVANT, and a fucking candlestick to boot!” He starts to laugh in his evil chuckle while ChibiRinni sweat drops.

            “Umm… yup! Now, should I continue?” At his nod, she began again.

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            In a village some miles away, a young teenage boy lived with his older brother and sister. Their father had died before the teen was born and his mother died giving birth to him. He was a strong boy, full of attitude, and loved a challenge. His sister was an herbalist and healer in the village they called home. His older brother was a trader. Their lives were built on hard work as was the rest of their village.

            “Malik! Rishid is home!” Isis called out to her younger brother. Malik stopped in mid kick and turned his head to his sister. Her long black hair was tied in one long pony tail -her dark tanned skin peeked out of the top of the dress she was wearing- as she waved him over. Malik lowered his leg and wiped some sweat from his own tanned face, brushing his blonde bangs away. He picked up his forgotten shirt and quickly threw it on his slim form and raced for the house.

            “RISHID! About time!” Malik smirked when he entered their home next to his sister. Rishid smiled and tossed Malik a small satchel. After Isis was done hugging him, he handed her a larger satchel full of herbs.

            He was tall and dark toned with a kind face. He had a thick chunk of black hair tied in a pony tail on the center of his otherwise bald head. It was a style that his “father” had, had and wished to keep it for his memory. Besides, it made Isis happy.

            “Cool, thank you bro!” Malik smiled when he saw the dagger that was wrapped carefully in the bag.

            “I’m grateful for the herbs Rishid. Thank you.” Isis smiled as well and went into the back room to put them away. Rishid sighed and sat down.

            “Don’t tell Isis just yet, but I’m not staying long. I have another trip to make,” he raised his hand to silence Malik’s whine of protest, “I know I’ve been gone more often than not over the past few months, but we live comfortably because of it… Now, what’s happened since I’ve been gone?” Malik sighed and sat in the chair across from him.

            “I’m still being hit on by HIM. Gods! You would think he would take a hint! He acts like I’m some girl that needs to be married off!” Rishid chuckled.

            “You are a very nice catch brother. Isis has already said she would not marry, but you won’t make the same claim. It’s not my fault that he has his eyes set on you. He is a strong man and is talented. He’s also the pride of the village. He’s not that bad looking either.” Malik frowned.

            “You marry him then.”

            “Oh, please. I enjoy women, but none catch my eye.”

            “That’s because you’re in love with Isis.” Malik whispered so his sister wouldn’t hear. Rishid blushed like mad, but didn’t deny it. Truth was that Rishid wasn’t their blood brother. He was four years older than Isis and was orphaned. Malik’s mother decided to take him in and raised him as her own child. He put the family first in his life, prepared to die for them in return for helping him when he couldn’t help himself. Over the years of growing up with Isis before Malik was born, another four years later, he had fallen in love with his “little sister”. Though it wasn’t forbidden, considering he wasn’t blood, he didn’t believe that Isis felt the same way. He wasn’t willing to be selfish and hurt the woman he loved, who thought of him as a brother.

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            “Rishid is in love with ISIS? WHAT THE FUCK?”

            “Why not? I always thought it would be interesting if they got together even though I think Isis could so be a lez.” Marik just laughed as she continued.

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            “Malik!”

            “Rishid, I don’t see why you don’t just grab her and kiss her breathless! You don’t see her as a sister and treat me as her little brother. Besides, I want you two to be happy. You know I won’t settle for this life. I want excitement and passion and this village is dull. My ideal man is someone wild and untamable! Who else to match my adventurous side, ya know?” Rishid laughed and patted his “brother” on the shoulder.

            “One day when I feel no fear, I shall do that and ask her to wed me, ok?” The sound of glass shattering brought both males to attention. Isis stood in the room.

            “You found someone you wish to marry?” Her voice was a whisper, shock evident on her face, but Rishid took it the wrong way.

            “I wouldn’t leave the home Isis! I… I mean, I could build on another room on the other side of the house where we could live. I wouldn’t wish to burden you, sister.” At the word “sister” Isis seemed to snap out of her daze and bend to pick up the shards of glass and clean up the dried flower peddles that had been within it. Rishid kneeled down to help, his hand brushing against hers, but he didn’t notice her blush.

            “You surprised me is all… brother. I do hope to meet this woman who has stolen your heart.” Though her voice was soft, Malik could hear the hurt in her tone.

            “She hasn’t stolen my heart, I gave it to her freely… she just doesn’t know yet.” Not wanting him to see her hurt expression, she stood up to leave.

            “I forgot something… e-excuse me!” She rushed out and fled the room. Rishid sighed and finished cleaning up the mess.

            “She just doesn’t want me to leave and not help support her… now you see why I don’t wish to tell her I’m leaving tomorrow?” Malik shook his head in disbelief. His siblings could be so stupid sometimes.

            “Why so soon? You just got back!” With the mess cleaned up, Rishid straightened.

            “Another big trade is going on and I just can’t miss out on it… What do you want me to bring back for you?” Malik thought for a moment.

            “Can I ask for two things?” Rishid smiled and nodded. Malik never asked for much, getting him two things just meant he could spoil Isis without it looking funny on his part. He just loved to see her smile.

            “Sure. What do you want?”

            “I want you to buy a ring to give to Isis. When you get it, I want you to tell her everything and marry her. That’s what I want, those two things.” Rishid was completely shocked.

            “Y-You can’t mean that! I-I couldn’t!”

            “Don’t bother saying stupid shit like that. Get it and do it, that’s all I want… please?” Malik watched his brother blush and finally nod. He smirked in triumph and gave him a hug.

            “I w-will… I only hope she does not hate me… but that is something for your sister, what about you? Don’t you want something for yourself?”

            “Not really, I have everything I could ever want… unless you find me a man,” Malik smirked at the funny look he received, “Well, I guess… Find me something that is both beautiful and dangerous. What ever fits that bill will fit me.” They laughed together and spent the rest of the day enjoying each other’s company… until a knock came to the door late that afternoon.

            “Oh, great… It’s you. What the hell do you want now?” Malik growled at the man in front of him. His hair wasn’t as long like Malik’s and it was a darker yellow color. He was big and muscled, his face had some stubble from not shaving, and his eyes swam with lust and want.

            “Just you of course Malik; what more could a man like me ask for?”

            “How about a brain? Go bark up someone else’s tree. I don’t wanna see or talk to you. Leave me alone, Keith!” Said man frowned and quickly captured Malik in a tight embrace.

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            “Keith!? As in Bandit Keith!?” Marik’s eyes widened in surprise.

            “Yes. Is there something wrong with that?” She sighed.

            “He’s an idiot! If he touches Malik, he’ll pay.” ChibiRinni laughed.

            “No kidding! He’s the dumb brute in the story. Don’t worry. Haven’t you ever seen Beauty and the Beast?” He nodded and then growled.

            “You’re mixing things.” He pointed out.

            “That’s the whole point of this, so why are you complaining?” He sighed.

            “I just didn’t think you would write about that idiot! He’s the ideal fucked up American.” She nodded.

            “I’m from England and you’re from Egypt. Yeah, living in America is nice, but most guys that look like him also act like him. Besides, he’s not THAT bad. Just… wait, why the hell are we complaining about this? It’s stupid. He’s in the story and serves a mini purpose. Enough! On with the story.” When Marik_Ishtar didn’t argue, only mumbling about gutting the dumb American “trout”, she continued again.

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            “It’s ok to play hard to get my sexy little love. I want you regardless of your bad attitude.” Malik kicked him between the legs and shoved Bandit Keith off of him.

            “Don’t touch me you creep! Leave me the fuck alone! I’m not going on a date, not marrying, and not even fucking talking to you! Crawl into a hole and die for all I care!” Keith frowned and glared back at the blonde bombshell.

            “You should be happy someone as great as me takes an interest in you. No other man would have you.” With a growl he left, but before Malik closed the door he threw a few more words out, “I WILL have you one day. Remember that.” Malik kicked the door closed.

            “I really do hate him. It just means that I’ll find my love in another village.” Rishid gave Malik a hug. They talked for a while longer, ate dinner with a rather silent Isis, and went to bed. In the morning Rishid took his leave. Malik knew to avoid his sister for a few days. She would be hurt and angry and it wasn’t a pretty site. Days passed… weeks passed… a few months passed and Rishid had sent no word and had yet to return.

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            “I shouldn’t have taken that shortcut! Now I don’t know where I am!” He sighed and urged his horse, Hathor, forward. His fingers caressed the ring in his pocket. It was perfect. The diamond was pure and round. It wasn’t too big and would be perfect for Isis. She wasn’t one for big flashy things and the ring was beautiful, but not overbearing. Hathor came to a sudden stop in front of a fork in the road.

            “Hey, this looks familiar! Now where’s that map?” Rishid checked his map and finally knew where he was. It would only be another day and he would be home. He sighed, thinking about Malik and the strange request he made. He could find nothing that was both beautiful and dangerous at the same time. Malik would understand. A growl and high pitched neigh snapped him from his thoughts. A wolf growled at them and like a bullet Hathor took off on the wrong path home.

            “Hathor! This is the wrong way! Where have you taken us?” Rishid called out as the wolf nipped at the horse’s hooves. She was able to kick it back, but it was still following them. He looked ahead and saw a dark and brooding castle ahead. It was better than nothing!

            “Hurry!” He urged the horse. The wolf was still chasing them, but was a small ways behind them. The gates were open and they rushed through, Rishid jumping off his favorite horse to shut the gates and stop the wolf from entering. His heart pounded in his chest as he made his way to the front door of the castle. Hathor had disappeared. He sighed.

            “Wonderful! I get lost and once I find my way I get attacked by a wolf and thrown back into an unknown area again… Where did she go anyway?” He walked around for a half hour, the sun had set and rain clouds gathered overhead. He came across a garden full of red roses with large thorns and a smile lit his face.

“Malik…” he whispered and carefully cut a rose from the bush, “It’s beautiful and dangerous all at the same time… He’ll be happy.” When the first drops hit his face, he sighed and went back to the front of the castle to knock on the door. He was surprised when it squeaked open. He cautiously stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

            “Hello? I’m sorry for intruding in your home and picking one of your roses, but my horse ran from me and it has begun to rain… Hello?” He thought he heard whispers and grabbed the lit candlestick on the table close to him, “Is anybody there? Please, where are you?”

            “Right here.” Rishid looked around and saw no one. A tap on his hand made him look at the candlestick. He was shocked to see a pair of eyes staring at him. The candle looked like a person, almost, with several spikes sticking from the top like that of a wild mane of hair. He dropped the candlestick in shock.

            “What in Ra’s name!?”

            “I grant you entry and then you drop me to the ground? You surely are grateful, aren’t you?” Rishid turned back to the table to see a clock with cold blue eyes staring back at him.

            “Don’t be afraid. Seto be nice. We mean you no harm… Please just come over here and relax!” The candlestick said after giving him a look over. The clock rolled his eyes.

            “Yami, it’s not a good idea. The Master will not be happy…”

            “The Master needs to have company once in a while! I mean, look at the handsome man we have to keep him company!” He stressed the words, causing Seto to frown more. It wasn’t the best of ideas to count your chickens before they hatched.

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            “Please, as if I would want Rishid.”

            “Marik… just shut the bloody hell up and listen to the story.” He smirked.

            “Yes, Minion Scribe!” She just sweat dropped and continued.

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Rishid hesitantly followed Yami, who hopped into the next room, and sat him down in a chair. He was surprised and very excited when several other magical pieces of decor came to “life” and started to serve him a meal. About ten minutes later a loud growl rippled through the room. Everyone froze.

            “So you let just anyone come into MY castle and tend to their every need? I didn’t agree to this fucker being here… You should have never come here you fool!” Rishid didn’t even have a chance to scream in fear when the beast before him punched him in the face, knocking him out cold. The beast drug him to the dungeon and left him there to think of ways he could play with his new toy.

            “Sire, it’s my fault! Please give him a chance! He could be the one to…”

            “Shut the fuck up Yami. There is no “One” that will “save” us. He’s a weak soul that is of little interest other than to serve as a play toy for my amusement. He’ll remain here till I think of what to do with him!” With a dismissive growl Marik left. Yami looked sadly to the man in the cell.

            “I told you… now you’ve condemned a man who had nothing to do with us. His life is on your head.” Yami bowed his head at Seto’s words and prayed to the Gods that everything would be ok in the end for this man.

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            “He ran off with her! I just know it! Took her and ran away with that whore!” Isis sneered and paced as another day went by that they received no word from Rishid. Malik watched her pace for a moment.

            “I don’t think so Isis. He’s not the type to just run off with anyone. You know that… He just had a long ways to travel! I bet he’ll…” At the sound of a loud neigh outside Malik smiled, “See? He’s back!” The problem was Hathor had arrived without Rishid.

            “Where is he?” Isis franticly looked around. She raced to the stables and around the house. When she couldn’t find him, she returned to find Malik mounting Hathor and running his fingers through her long dirty blond mane.

            “I’m going after him Isis. Something happened, I can feel it… I’ll be back as soon as I can. Try not to worry. I’ll be fine… I’ll bring him back! Hathor, take me to him, GO!” Isis watched as her younger brother took off at top speed on her love’s favorite horse. She was tempted to join him, but knew she was better off staying home and waiting for their return… but both males were going to be in for a really long lecture when they got back!

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            “Which way now girl?” Malik asked softly as they came to a fork in the road. She was snorting and wheezing, her breath coming out in pants and puffs of air. It was getting colder and it had just started to rain again. He felt bad that he made Hathor gallop all the way there so far, but it couldn’t be helped. Rishid never let Hathor take off without him and she always came back to him. Yes, something wasn’t right.

            “It’s ok girl. We can slow down for a bit. Just take me to him.” The horse seemed to understand and took the other direction, away from their village that was already far behind them. He only hoped it wouldn’t take them too long. If Rishid was hurt, the sooner they got there the better.

            “Wow…” Malik whispered as he saw the tall towers of a castle before him. He wished for adventure, but had never ventured out of the village. A castle was just the thing to peak his interest. As he neared, he couldn’t help but smile.

            ‘This is like an adventure! A castle in a dark forest… I wonder why no one knows about this place … Perhaps Rishid sought shelter there!’

            “Is he at the castle girl?” She neighed, “Good girl. We’re almost there.” They came to the gates quickly and Malik dismounted. He led Hathor inside the gates and closed them behind him. He looked at the castle surprised at the hideous gargoyles that seemed to glare down on unwanted travelers. Horns and teeth looked sharp and dangerous. Some looked ready to spring off their ledges and pounce on him. It made him shiver with excitement and a little fear. Everything about it reeked of darkness and sorrow. He whistled in appreciation and walked to the front door. He knocked and entered, not caring if he wasn’t showing his manners.

            “Hello? Is anybody here? Hey, I’m looking for my brother… Rishid? Rishid, you here?” Malik called out. He walked further into the castle. It was quiet, far too quiet.

            ‘Was this place abandoned? Where were the people that lived here?’ He thought to himself and continued up the stairs.

            “Hello? Is anyone here? Anyone know where my brother is?” He thought he saw a light bounce up the stairs and followed it, “Hello?” The light seemed to stop and remain in one place.

            “M-Malik?” Relief entered Malik’s mind and he raced up the rest of the stairs and into the cold room. He found Rishid imprisoned in a cell. The whole room was dark, with only one torch lighting the cell Rishid was in.

            “Rishid! Fucking Ra, are you ok?” Malik rushed to the cell and yanked at the bars.

            “Malik, forget about me! Run away from here!” Rishid squeaked with fear.

            “Not without you! Just let me find the key and I’ll get you out of here.” A deep growl sent a shiver down Malik’s spine. For some reason, it wasn’t really out of fear.

            “M-Malik, please!” Rishid sounded panicked, but Malik was not one to fear the things he didn’t know of.

            “Who is there? Show yourself!”

            “He's MY prisoner, and he will remain here,” came the growl. Malik glared into the darkness of the room. He couldn’t make anything out, but he wasn’t about to be afraid of something he couldn’t see.

            “He’s my brother and I’m not leaving here without him. I demand you release him!” A snort came from a different location in the darkness.

            “You think you can order me around? You don’t know what you are dealing with, pathetic boy.”

            “Fuck you! I’m not pathetic you coward!” What did the other mean by saying “what” and not “who”? Malik heard something scrape across the floor and another shiver ran down his back.

            “How is it that you don’t reek of fear?” Malik smirked.

            “I could never fear a coward.”

            “COWARD!?” The growl deepened dangerously.

            “Yes, only a coward hides in the dark. Let my brother go now,” Malik sighed, “please?” A deep chuckle rumbled in the room.

            “What would you do to win his freedom? I could easily grab you and throw you in the cell next to him and keep you both.” Angry words were not going to work so Malik sank to his knees. He hated seeming weak, but it was for his sister’s happiness with Rishid that made him do it. Marik was rather surprised and intrigued by this boy. He was different.

            “I would die for his freedom. He is to marry my sister upon his return to our village and I will not let her dreams and love for this man, my soon-to-be-brother, be crushed by your cruelty. Release him please.” Malik bowed lowly to the ground, but the beast could see and smell his reluctance to bow to someone he still had yet to see. He admired the boy for some strange reason. The boy didn’t fear him, dared to yell at him, and then bowed to him to appease him only for the sake of another! He should be terrified, but he wasn’t.

            “Love is a stupid emotion. I am cruel and fucking proud of it. I haven’t had company in a long time and I won’t just sit back and let you take away my new toy. I don’t think I’ll let you go either.” Malik growled and jumped to his feet. Again Marik was surprised by the boy’s actions.

            “Look you son of a bitch! If it’s company you want then take mine! I can easily run away from you and fight your cowardly ass anyway, but if you let my brother go I won’t run from you and stay here for a time with you. That I promise!” Marik smirked. He wasn’t about to turn down the offer.

            “MALIK NO!” Rishid screamed out in fear, “You don’t know what you’re talking about! Take it back!”

            “Agreed! Open the cell!” The beast growled and the door seemed to open all on its own.

            “Malik, no, please! Let him go you monster!” Malik hugged Rishid and smiled sadly. His word meant everything to him. Rishid knew Malik would not go back on it.

            “Hey, promise to make Isis happy, ok? I love ya bro.” Something, Malik couldn’t see who or what, grabbed Rishid and dragged him down the stairs. When they reached the front door he was thrown out. Hathor and a floating riding crop were waiting for him.

            “You are to leave and I am to make sure you do just that,” said the riding crop. Reluctantly, and fearfully, Rishid mounted his horse and rushed his way home, going the correct direction.

            “Malik… you stubborn fool! I-I’ll get weapons and men and save you,” he fingered the ring still in his pocket, “I can’t marry Isis until my best man is by my side… I’ll get you back, don’t worry.” A new goal set in his mind, he made Hathor speed up. The sooner he got home the better.

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            “Are you going to stop circling me and let me see you or do I have to drag your cowardly ass out in the light?” Marik said nothing as his eyes continued to drink in the beautiful sight before him. Though his ears could hear better than that of normal humans, he couldn’t hear the barbs and only let his mind run with ideas.

            “You really aren’t afraid, but you will be.” Marik finally took a step forward into the light, his eyes never leaving the face of the sexy male in front of him. He watched his expressions, hoping to see fear, but he didn’t.

            “You’re not human… you’re… you’re a beast of some kind.” Malik pointed out the obvious as he looked the creature over.

            “You’re not even the least bit concerned!?” Malik looked into the most beautiful pair of dark purple eyes. He smiled warmly.

            “Should I be? Just cuz you look like you do doesn’t mean I should be afraid. If it’s company you want, it’s not like you’re going to kill me. Besides, I’ve seen uglier.” Marik growled and took the last few steps toward his new toy. He shoved him into the bars of the cage behind him and was nose to nose.

            “OW! That hurt!” Malik growled and glared into the beast’s eyes. Marik smirked, although Malik couldn’t tell he was.

            ‘He’s not afraid at all of me… That is a first… A girl would have been screaming her head off and trying to get away, but this boy… this…’

            “Malik.”

            “What?”

            “That’s what he called you, “Malik”. It’s an interesting name.” Marik sniffed at Malik’s face and almost moaned. This “Malik” smelled like a warm sunny day in an orchard of fruits and flowers. He was sweet, but spicy at the same time. He let his clawed hands run down the boy’s shoulders and arms. He let his claws trace small patterns across the cloth covered back and down to grab his rear. A squeak of shock was the only sound he received from his grope, but he wasn’t prepared for the kick between his legs. He gasped and fell to his knees in pain. Malik stepped away from him, glaring in anger.

            “Fucking pervert! Is that all I look like to people? Like a fucking piece of meat? Find something else to drool over! I’m going exploring!” With that said Malik grabbed the torch above the cell and headed down the stairs. Marik remained in the tower, more in shock than in pain now.

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            “Don’t say a word.” Marik blinked at his minion and friend.

            “I wasn’t going to.” She looked at him with uncertainty.

            “What? No barbs at me? Even for letting Malik kick you and what not? You’re not going to gripe, at all, about him calling you a pervert? Nothing!?” Marik just blinked at her as if she was crazy.

            “Malik calls me a pervert all the time,” he smirked, “I like it though. I know I’ll get him anyway, so… continue.” She stared at him in shock.

            “You have got to be kidding.” He smirked.

            “For someone who complains about my interruptions, you’re causing your own right now.”

            “I… shut up!” ChibiRinni growled. Marik chuckled as she continued again.

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            “MASTER!” Yami snapped as he appeared next to Marik. Marik only growled and turned to glare at his servant. Over the years Yami had become kind of a friend to him, though he would never admit it. He often enjoyed the things Yami would suggest and found it made him calmer.

            “What now, Yami?” He growled. Yami didn’t even flinch.

            “You like him.”

            “I do not.”

            “You can’t lie to me. I saw the whole thing! You looked him over for what seemed like hours, ignoring the fact that he continued to call you a coward, and then touched him! You may be cruel to many, but you never tried to force yourself on someone.”

            “I didn’t FORCE myself on anyone! I just copped a feel and the little bastard kicked me!” Marik shot back, annoyed.

            “Uh, can you blame him? If you had done that to me I would have done the same thing!” Marik made a disgusted face.

            “Like I would want to touch your stupid ugly ass! At least he’s hot as fuck… hmm; I bet it would feel amazing fucking his sweet ass like the animal I am… hearing him scream out in pain and fear.” A small hot smack filtered across his hairy cheek, “Fucking watch it! You wanna set my fur on fire!?”

            “Stop acting stupid! If you want him in your bed, woo him! Forcing yourself on him will not do!” Yami snapped and started to hop away.

            “You act as though I have to win his favor… I don’t have to!” Marik argued.

            “You want to win his favor though… You want him to want you… I can tell, so don’t bother trying to lie about it!” Marik blinked in shock as the last light in the room disappeared, leaving him in darkness. He sat there for a while.

            “Little fucker… I can do as I please with him! I don’t need to have his permission for any fucking thing… but… he would look so good writhing in pleasure under me… Damn you Yami! I will not be manipulated!” He growled, knowing he would take the suggestion anyway, and ran down the stairs. He used his nose to locate Malik’s scent, having already taken it to memory, and growled in anger. Malik was heading for the West Wing Tower. He couldn’t let him go there! That was where the rose was!

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            “This place is huge!” Malik smirked as he looked around.

            “The architecture of this house is a mix of Babylonian and Egyptian etiquette with several other aspects fused in. You can tell by the pillars that line most of the walls. Up there are a few statues of the Gods and over there…”

            “Who the fuck is that!?” Malik growled after listening to the odd voice describe the origins of the castle he was in for ten minutes. He tried to ignore it, but it was getting on his nerves.

            “I am the one telling you.” The voice snapped in annoyance at the unappreciated tone in Malik’s voice. Malik whipped around and looked down. He saw a clock looking back at him. He picked it up with one hand while he held the torch in his other hand and shook it.

            “What in Ra’s name…”

            “Put me down you moron!” The clock growled. Malik did the first thing that came to his mind; he threw the clock away from him… hard. He heard a crash. Was he going insane? A clock hadn’t really spoken to him, right?

            “You ASSHOLE! When I fix myself, you're going to regret it,” Malik’s eyes widened in shock. Was he really going insane?

            “Ha, ha Seto!”

            “Fuck you Yami! The little bastard threw me!” Malik froze as he heard the second voice.

            “Oh, just get Jounouchi to fix your face while he can… Your real one is another story!”

            “Fuck you, you waxed prick!” Malik swallowed a lump in his throat and walked forward, curiosity getting the better of him.

            “Waxed prick!? Time is always running out for you!”

            “At least I can tell time!”

            “I would if you weren’t broken!” Malik stared in shock as he watched a candlestick snap comments back to the clock he threw.

            “You’re fucking talking too!? Where the hell am I!?” Malik yelled in disbelief.

            “Castle Ishtar.” Yami answered and turned toward the boy who captured his Master’s interest.

            “Let me get this straight. I’m in a castle with a beast and talking furniture?” Yami thought for a second. He couldn’t tell him their story. They didn’t want pity from the boy.

            “Pretty much, yes.” Malik slowly smirked. Yami blinked in surprise. This boy was defiantly a strange one.

            “COOL! I’m in an enchanted castle! This is going to be so cool! Do you do magic tricks little candle guy?” Yami was floored and insulted.

            “Little candle guy? I have a name! It’s Yami and this clock is Seto. We are servants to our Master Marik.”

            “Marik? He sounds cool… wait a second… he’s that pervert who grabbed my ass isn’t he? Well, whatever, I’m going up here!” Malik quickly made his way up the stairs and pushed open the door. He didn’t hear Yami’s worried pleas of ‘stop’ and ‘don’t go up there’. He looked around the room with his torch as his only source of light. It was a bunch of painted pictures of the family.

            “They look creepy to me for some reason… Well, sept her…” Malik murmured as he saw a painting of a tall man and pretty woman with six young boys seated around them. The next painting was ripped and had daggers sticking into the face of the tall man from the other picture.

            “He must not be well liked… Oh my Ra…” Malik gasped as he came across a picture that looked rather similar to him, but it wasn’t him. There were plenty of differences. This man was gorgeous with pale blonde hair that pointed to the heavens in a group of sharp spikes. His eyes were angry and full of hate, but he couldn’t see the coloring. There were claw scratches across the face, but Malik could see enough to know the picture was of a beautiful man. A flash of light caught his eye and he turned around.

            “Holy fucking Amun-Ra! It’s… it’s… fuck its perfect!” Malik gasped again and walked over to the glass encased rose. It was fully bloomed with a small pile of peddles below it and it was full of long, thick, and sharp thorns. It was also glowing with magic. It was what he asked for. It was both beautiful and dangerous. He couldn’t resist and lifted the glass. He reached out to touch it when he heard a dangerous growl from behind. This time he did shiver in fear.

            “What the fuck are you doing!? You dare come in here? This area of the castle is forbidden!” The Beast rushed passed Malik and covered the rose with the glass as he growled angrily. His eyes filled with hate and Malik’s filled with fear. All his instincts told him to flee.

            “You could have ruined everything! GET OUT OF MY FACE!” Marik screamed in Malik’s face. Malik dropped the torch in fear and raced out of the room, down the flights of stairs, and out the front door, slamming it closed. Marik put out the torch and watched from the balcony as Malik raced from the castle.

            “Marik what have you done!? He left! You must go after him! The wolves are out hunting! He’ll be killed!”

            “You allowed him up here, Yami, and he could have killed us all. I feel nothing for him!” The lit flames on the candles on Yami’s head and hands flared up in anger.

            “If you want him then fucking go after him! Perhaps you do deserve this punishment if you can’t even hold your anger towards the one who wasn’t afraid of you. Suffer for it then! Just don’t expect the rest of us to comfort you and take part in your cruelty.” Yami left without another word. Marik sunk to the ground and let the words play in his head.

            “Damn you!” He growled and raced out of his castle and into the woods. It was starting to rain heavily, but he didn’t care. He sniffed the air and was off. He could still smell him. He could still smell the boy and the sudden fear he had.

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            “FUCK!” Malik cried out as a huge pack of wolves circled him. He pulled out his dagger and growled back at the hungry animals. There were over fifteen of them. He might have stood a chance at five or six, but not fifteen! He knew he was in serious trouble.

            “Damn… I don’t suppose you are all enchanted and can talk to me too, huh?” One wolf growled louder and leaped at Malik. He thrust the dagger forward and sliced into the wolf’s throat. It whimpered in pain when it landed near his feet, slowly dying, and tried to bite him. He kicked it in the head as hard as he could and killed it, snapping its head back. The other wolves didn’t like this one bit and howled. More wolves came.

            “You have got to be kidding me! I don’t want to die!” Malik gasped. Two wolves leaped at him and he ducked, preparing for pain. Instead, he heard a deep growl that sent a shiver down his spine. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see the beast from the castle.

            “MINE!” He growled and slashed at the wolves. Like a large wave, the wolves attacked, biting and clawing at Marik. Malik stood frozen. He didn’t know what to do or how to help. Then again, Marik seemed to be holding his own rather well. He killed more than half of them already! With one long howl, the rest of the wolves retreated. Marik’s body trembled as the rain continued to pour down. He turned to Malik, his face twisted with pain and collapsed. Malik turned and started to run, but stopped. He looked back and guilt overpowered him.

            “I can’t just leave him… He saved my life… and if I don’t stay with him… I’d be breaking my word… Damn.” Malik pulled Marik up and onto his back, straining at the weight of the beast. The beast was well muscled, tall, and of a large build so Malik wasn’t going to have such an easy time taking him back. Slowly he made his way back to the castle, the rain soaking both of them to the bone. He was able to get to the castle gates before he let himself drop to a knee.

            “It’s not like you’re heavy or anything!” Malik gritted his teeth and forced himself to continue on. He was glad the little candle guy was there to open the door for him. He was ushered into another room on the first floor where he set the beast down and collapsed. He was shivering, frozen from the rain, and he was tired. Several pieces of furniture entered the room with towels. Malik took one and quickly wrapped his hair in it. He stripped himself of his shirt and tossed it to a “wardrobe” and wrapped himself in a towel. He grabbed another towel and started to dry the beast off.

            “Hey, candle man!”

            “My name is Yami!” Malik chuckled and continued to dry the unconscious Marik.

            “Whatever! Please light a fire. The both of us are freezing and his fur is hard to get dry.” Yami did as asked and watched as Malik drug Marik closer to the fire, rubbing a new dry towel into the wet fur.

            “You are kind.”

            “Thank you, but I couldn’t leave him… He may be a pervert, but I like him better than that jerk Keith. I’d rather be here than home. I’m too different and you guys are friggin enchanted, so I think I fit in here… Can we get a couple of blankets? I don’t need him getting sick. I get the feeling he’ll be grouchier than ever if he has a cold.” Yami smiled and rushed his fellow servants along. About fifteen minutes later, Malik was alone with the sleeping beast.

            “Gods, I’m so tired… You better not try anything while I’m asleep!” Malik poked the beast and received no response. He sighed to himself and snuggled into his blanket, falling instantly asleep. Marik slowly opened his eyes and watched his young semi-look-a-like sleep. He reached out and pulled the boy closer, wrapping his arm around the boy under their blankets. He sighed, inhaling the scent of the other and nuzzled his nose against Malik’s neck. He fell back asleep, content and peaceful for the first time since he was an infant.

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            “Yami, do you really think this could work?” Yugi asked as Yami smirked and kissed him. The feather duster returned the kiss, his smile growing.

            “Yes, I do, Yugi. Marik is already attached to him. He will not let him go and will do anything to keep him.” Seto rolled his eyes in annoyance to Yami’s claims.

            “You are too sure of yourself in what the Master will do. You can’t be sure… OW! Easy Puppy!” Seto whimpered as his lover, Jounouchi, carefully glued the broken glass face back together.

            “Sorry Dragon! It’s hard when you don’t have hands.” Jounouchi sighed, staring at his wooden stumps. It was hard when you were a footstool that looked like a puppy with the small tassels hanging in the back and front. He did the best he could and glued another piece in place.

            “I hope it does work out. I miss being human,” Yugi whined, “That and I will never have to dust with my hair again!” They chuckled as a teacup and teapot entered the kitchen.

            “We better be human soon because I am tired of being like this!” Bakura, the teacup, growled. He hopped over to the group and stopped with a small huff of annoyance.

            “It’s not too bad, Kura.” Ryou, the teapot, tried to assure his lover. The cup wouldn’t have any of it and turned to glare back at his approaching lover.

            “Not too bad? Ryou, you’re a teapot! I can’t have my bloody way with you! This is very bad!” Bakura growled. He didn’t notice the smirks on the faces of those around him.

            “You can let him fill you up.” Seto offered, a grin widening on his face.

            “Shut it Seto, else I re-break that face your mutt is trying to fix.” The cup threatened.

            “Enough! Let’s not fight! We have to make sure everything goes according to plan. Operation Love is now in order!” Yami growled with determination, placing himself between Bakura and Seto.

            “What a dumb sappy name! I quit!” With that, the cup turned and quickly left, hopping as fast as he could to get out of the kitchen.

            “Kura!” Ryou followed Bakura back out into another area of the house, leaving their friends to chuckle as they left.

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            “You made Bakura a teacup and the Mutt a footstool?” ChibiRinni chuckled at her Beta.

            “Well, what else could Bakura be that would have him bitching and Jounouchi fits the footstool because of the dog thing, right?” Marik stared at her for a moment.

            “Ryou is a tea pot and Yugi is a duster?” She nodded. It took him a few seconds before he burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard he couldn’t speak properly.

            “I can’t… you did… he’s a… This is… too fucking funny!” Pleased with his reaction, she continued the story, speaking above his loud laughing.

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            “Guess we’re on our own… Yugi, you and Jounouchi make sure that Malik is comfortable. Seto, you and I will talk with Marik and convince him of what to do. We don’t have much time. A year at best is all that’s left. The rose petals are falling faster.” They all nodded and went about their tasks while the two people they were plotting about slept.

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            Marik awoke by the fire that had died a little and pulled the boy in his arms closer. He let his, now dry, fur warm the boy who was slightly shivering in his blanket. Malik sighed and cuddled closer to Marik. It made the beast happy that he’d succumb to the pull of unconsciousness after fighting off all those wolves. Of course he was only half pretending, it wasn’t his fault he really fell asleep afterwards, or so he would say in his defense.

            ‘Gods he’s so tasty looking! Just… just a little… nibble.’ Marik sniffed the boy’s scent again and nearly moaned aloud in pleasure. He could get off on the boys scent alone! He kissed the exposed neck, his cold nose making Malik shiver, and let his hot tongue bathe the slim throat. He had the urge to bite, but stopped himself. It would be different if he was human, but as a beast his teeth were extra sharp and he didn’t want to scare his prize away just yet. He was pleased when he heard Malik moan in his sleep.

            “Make that sound again,” Marik growled softly into the boy’s ear while he let his claws run softly over the bare chest under the blanket. His claws scratched against hardened nipples that made Malik arch into his touches and moan louder. He let one claw rub against the hardness between Malik’s legs and purred at the sounds that it brought. He could sense Malik starting to wake and, not wanting a repeat of what happened when he first touched him, stopped everything to hold him softly as if in sleep. Malik opened his eyes and groaned in displeasure.

            “D-Don’t wanna wake up… good dream, don’t stop!” Malik growled to himself as his hard-on pulsed with need. He went to get up and found himself in a warm embrace. He didn’t really want to leave it and relaxed. He felt a cold nose rub against his neck, a soft purr, and a warm tongue tease the skin there. It only made his hard-on harder and he whined in pleasure, shivering when the act was repeated. The beast was still “asleep”.

            “This shouldn’t feel so good!” He whispered to himself, not really wanting to “wake” the “sleeping” beast, but he couldn’t help but sigh in pleasure when one of the claws holding him came to life and brushed a hardened nipple. He arched into the feeling encouraging the actions and felt the beast shift to nuzzle even closer.

            ‘Gods, this feels so good! I know he seems like a jerk, but he did save me… Then again, that doesn’t mean I owe him! He’s so warm… Gods… m-more… I have never felt this fucking turned on! Damn it all! What should I do?’ Malik’s mind tossed and turned, slowly fogging over and altering his ideas.

            “Mmm! D-Don’t stop…” He whimpered, his body ruling his mind. He was surprised to feel his heart skipping beats as his stomach filled with butterflies. He’d never had this kind of reaction, even though he had done some of these things with one of his childhood friends before they moved to a different village. He’d still had yet to go all the way. So what was wrong with him? Why did he want it so badly all of a sudden and from a beast of all things?

            “Feel good?” Malik arched further into the beast, nodding his head. Marik’s other hand came to life and rubbed against Malik’s hard-on. He pulled the boy closer to him and rubbed his own rock hard manhood against Malik’s rear. He felt the boy shiver in pleasure and moan wantonly. Malik, used to taking charge, turned around to face the “no-longer-sleeping” beast. He grabbed the locks of the beast’s face and kissed him.

            Marik’s eyes grew wide in surprise of the kiss. It was different from what he thought it would be. The boy’s lips were like silk, pressed lightly to where his human lips had been. It was going to be awkward, he realized, to kiss. He opened his mouth and let the tip of his tongue caress the silky lips of the other. Malik’s eyes were closed and he parted his lips for the expected encounter. He moaned softly at the flavor of the other’s tongue as it caressed his taste buds.

            Marik purred deep in his throat and let more of his long tongue enter the other’s mouth. This was definitely a taboo of some sort, but Marik liked things that were out of the ordinary. Marik rolled them so he was on top with Malik slowly becoming submissive under the heavy and strong body of the beast. The boy broke their kiss to stare into the beast’s eyes. They were smoldering with need.

            “Gods… this is so… wrong!” Malik panted and arched up as a large clawed hand rubbed his growing erection.

            “But this feels right, doesn’t it?” Marik purred in reply. Malik thrashed his head back and forth, arching high until their erections brushed. This time it was Marik who moaned and whimpered as the contact was taken away. He couldn’t take it anymore! He lowered himself to the boy and rubbed their hard staffs together, the friction only easing some of the throbbing pleasure.

            Malik hated being so submissive and pushed the beast away for a moment growling, “No… Get off!” Angered at the sudden change in attitude, Marik fumed, lifted himself off of the other, and stood tall in front of the boy. He was about to growl, but found himself falling on his ass as Malik leaped towards him, yanking Marik’s pants down, and freeing the thick and pulsing lead pipe that the beast had. Malik’s eyes widened in appreciation at the sight of the huge cock before him; it was the most gorgeous thing next to the panting of the beast at Malik’s actions. Marik knew his cock was, in his human form, a little smaller than what he had while in his beast form, but he would never admit to that.

            “Gods, you are perfect… You are so fucking hot,” Malik’s mouth latched onto the more than impressive cock in front of him. He was so clouded with desire that he forgot any negative emotions for the other. He wasn’t afraid, even though he should be, and grew even more turned on at the adventure of it all. He swirled his tongue around the large head, tickling the large vein along the bottom. He slowly took in all that he could and sucked it with vigor and desire. Above him the beast growled and howled in pleasure. It had been such a long time that he’d gotten any, and he’d never had someone this talented working his cock. He was marveled at how much the boy could swallow around and whatever he didn’t take in, his hands worked. Fingers wrapped around the base while a hand palmed and massaged the sack below it. Marik gasped and growled in pleasure, gripping and nearly shredding the rug with one of his clawed hands while the other buried into the blond teen’s hair to encourage his actions.

            “Fuck yes! Gods… it’s so good… Malik, oh, fuck… suck me harder!” He growled. He felt the increase of pressure while Malik began to retreat his mouth only to plunge forward again. The Prince moaned as his soon-to-be-lover’s head bobbed up and down, sucking and swallowing the engorged flesh. He felt himself nearing his peak and roughly pushed the other off of his cock, enjoying the “pop” sound he heard as the boy’s lips were snapped from his cock.

            “I will only cum inside you. I suggest you prepare yourself. I am not one to stop and you got me started. Your scent is both exotic and sweet with its own spice.” He growled, leaning forward and ripping the pants off of the blond in front of him. Malik’s eyes locked with the beast’s eyes and they both growled.

            “I’m not just going to roll over for you. I’m always in charge!” Marik’s dark and deep laugh resonated in the room, but Malik didn’t even flinch.

            “You’ve been bedding pathetic females then. I am much stronger in all senses of the word. I am in charge.” His eyes narrowed. His erection twitching as he looked the other over. He was going to feel so wonderful around his cock.

            “I didn’t think my first time would be as the weaker half,” Malik growled in reply, knowing that he wasn’t a match for the beast. He watched as the beast’s eyes sparkled as if with a new light.

            “You’re a virgin? Gods, you’ve never… even better for me. I’ll be the only lover you will ever know. I will never let you go,” came Marik’s dark reply as he pounced on the boy. Malik didn’t fight as he was pinned to the floor. He had wanted this and wouldn’t fight to end it because of his pride. He felt the large cock rub its head at his entrance and shut his eyes tightly. That cock was going to rip him in two! Marik saw the expression and stopped. He willed his claws to retract. Once they had, he nearly slobbered over them to make them wet enough to stretch his soon-to-be-lover. He thrust one finger inside the tight opening and gasped. It was so tight, hot, and wet.

            “Relax or it’s going to hurt.” Malik had flinched slightly at the sudden thrust of the finger and opened one eye.

            “You care if you hurt me? I figured you’d just have your way and toss me to the side once you were done.” Marik glared at the comments and added another finger into the relaxing entrance. He pushed deep and let his fingertips brush against a bundle of nerves deep within Malik. The boy’s eyes widened before rolling back in pleasure. He moaned while his body relaxed almost instantly. Marik fit a third and worked a forth finger before placing his cock back to the entrance. He removed his fingers and slowly thrust the head of his cock into his lover’s opening. He immediately stilled his actions, fighting the urge to pound into the other. He wanted to hurt the boy as little as possible. Malik arched into the initial thrust and screamed. It was the sweetest mix of pain and pleasure as the boy was stretched even further than the fingers allowed.

            “God’s you're big!” Malik whimpered. Tears appeared in his eyes as Marik slowly thrust all the way in. He leaned forward and licked the stray tears away. He purred in euphoria at the tight heat surrounding him. He panted and stilled his movements again. His ears were still ringing from the scream as he took the boy’s virginity.

            “So… tight…” Marik saw more tears and his heart ached with worry. It surprised him. He didn’t think his heart could hurt like that. He pulled the boy into his arms and cuddled him. Malik whimpered and gripped the fur of the beast tightly. He sucked his breath in and blew it out as he tried to relax.

            “It hurts…” Malik whimpered, feeling regret that his body had wanted something to only have it be far too big for him to handle. He felt a rumbling against his neck as the beast purred. It was soothing and he relaxed more. He felt a warm tongue brush away his tears and looked into the beautiful eyes of the beast.

            “I’ll make it feel good, I promise.” Malik’s heart beat faster. The voice of the beast before him sounded concerned, almost loving. He reached out a hand and caressed the face of the beast. Marik stared deep into the eyes of Malik. His heart beat faster at the soft and gentle motions. He pulled out and thrust back in, making sure to rub against the special button deep inside the blond. Malik arched into the beast, moaning in pleasure. Marik purred deeper in his throat at the reactions of the other. He pulled out and thrust back in again. The teen below him rocked his hips up, making the cock deep inside him rub against the sweet spot.

            “Feel good Malik? My Malik… all mine,” Marik growled and thrust back in and out, creating a strong and slow rhythm. Malik moaned and writhed beneath the powerful monster. The pain had turned into a deep rumbling pleasure that spread throughout his body.

            “Gods, go faster!” Malik urged the beast on. Marik smirked and picked up the pace. Malik screamed in pleasure, but neither realized the mini audience watching their private moments.

            “I thought he was killing the lad… Do you think this will break the spell?” Yami whispered to Seto as they watched the show. Seto turned away and tugged Yami along with him.

            “How many times do I have to remind you that this spell isn’t going to be that easy? They are having sex, yes, but that doesn’t mean they are in love with each other. I know they both want the other, but it’s not the same. He could still grow tired of the boy and we’ll be back at the drawing board.” Yami hung his head. He wanted his master to be happy and for them to return to normal, but Seto was right.

            “I understand that, so all we have to do is make sure they fall in love.”

            “Love’s not that easy,” Ryou whispered to the others, “I know that better than anyone. I loved him from the moment I saw him, but I still question if his lust for me is the love I’ve been seeking from him.” Yami patted the teapot on the top of his cover. He sighed in understanding.

            “We know, Ryou. We’ll wait it out, ok? I only hope this is what we’ve been waiting for.” They all nodded as the passionate sounds radiated from the other room.

            “Yes! THERE!” Malik screamed as his lover pounded into him with desperate need. They both were sweating, even though the sweat of the beast soaked his fur instead of just dripping down. Marik growled, his climax reaching its point as he continued to slam into the other’s pleasure nerves. Malik’s screams were filling the house and alerting the staff that their Master was busy with his new toy.

            “I’m gonna… I’m gonna, MARIK!” Malik screamed as he came, his hands were clutched deeply into the wet fur as Marik came with him, purring the blonde’s name. Malik pulled the beast fully on top and enjoyed the pressure of the other’s body.

            “You’re still squeezing me,” Marik purred and nuzzled the boy, “I’ve never been this satisfied with anyone before. You are forbidden to leave.” He growled to make himself clear.

            “I want to… stay. Don’t force me… If you do I… might feel the need… to flee.” Malik panted. He caught his breath and began to explain.

            “I want adventure and being forced to stay here like that will make me restless. Don’t force me, let me stay willingly. My word is everything.” Marik searched the boy’s eyes for lies and hidden secrets, but found only the truth. He snorted in annoyance.

            “As long as you stay here, I won’t force you.” Malik chuckled and pushed on Marik’s shoulders to get him to roll off. The teen knew he would be extremely sore, but wouldn’t have changed it for the world. It was a mark of him being a man and no longer a virgin. Marik rolled off and pulled Malik to him to hold close. Malik cuddled into the beast, not minding the damp fur and fell asleep without a single word. Marik couldn’t sleep as he thought about the boy in his arms. He was fearless and brave. He was gutsy and adventurous. He was perfect. He wasn’t as weak as one might think and he was a beauty.

            “I don’t want you to leave my side. You’re like me in so many ways and yet my opposite; the light to my dark.” Marik closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of the other. With his own scent mixing in with Malik’s, it became seductive and intoxicating. Their combined scents were like a dream. His heart fluttered with the thoughts of keeping the boy with him for as long as they lived. Malik would be one to continually fight him and play with him even in the dangerous games of life and death. He was the perfect match to him.

            “No… This is not love. Love is a weakness and I will not succumb to it.” His grip tightened on Malik and he fell into a sleep full of memories. He saw his father and brothers attack him as a child. He was always alone, but only grew stronger and angry with each beating. He wouldn’t give in to them and he never did. He whimpered in his sleep at the painful memories and Malik shifted in his arms. The boy opened his eyes and kissed the beast’s cheek.

            “It’s ok, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Marik’s whimpering stopped as his nightmares came to an end. He fell into a deeper sleep where the dreams of his past could not reach him. He had fallen into the deep darkness where the light lived, and he held it tightly in his arms.

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            While Malik was busy with the beast, Rishid had returned home. Isis was there to greet him, but before she could ask any questions, her love collapsed. She was able to drag him in the house and into his bed when she discovered how cold his hands and arms felt. Her hand brushed over his forehead and it nearly burned her.

            “You’re sick,” she murmured and rushed about to work on some medicine to help him. After forcing the medicine down his throat, Isis stripped him to his cloth coverings and did the same to herself. She needed to warm his body and the best way was with human body heat. It would take her nearly a week of feeding Rishid medicine and sleeping beside him for him to wake. When he finally did, he found that he could not speak, his throat was sore.

            “You don’t have to speak. I know Malik is not with you, but I have a deep feeling that he is safe. Worry not for him. Worry about your health. When you are healthy you may search for him.” A knock sounded at the door. Isis got up to answer it and saw that it was Keith and not her brother.

            “Can I help you? Malik is not here. He’s gone missing and I must take care of Rishid before we go to look for him.” Keith only scowled.

            “I don’t care about you or that pathetic trader brother of yours. All I want is Malik. I’ll be back after my hunting trip in six months and you better hope that he’s here. If he’s not, you will regret it you witch.” He stormed off and Isis looked nervous. Though she was a medicine woman, being called a witch was enough to make people wonder and could have dire consequences for her family. She closed the door and went back to tending to her crush.

            “Malik will return. He must.” She told Rishid and made him lay down on his bed. Isis gave him a sleeping drink to let his mind wonder. He’d been trying to tell her something about her brother, but she was afraid of what he would have to say. She thought about her younger brother and prayed that he was alive and doing fine.

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            “What is it that you want to show me?” Malik asked. Weeks were passing and he found himself enjoying life at the castle with his new lover. When they had woken up in the morning they simply kissed and enjoyed the touch of the other, showering separately later. Malik recalled not being able to handle going another round with the beast when they first woke up, which only made Marik chuckle. Slowly, he began feeling a friendship towards the beast. Marik was just a grouch, but otherwise not a bad person.

            “You long for adventure. I’m going to give it to you,” Marik’s gruff voice called out as he opened the double doors to reveal a huge room for weapon storage. Malik’s eyes widened in awe; he smiled and scanned over the several different types of weapons around the room. There was anything and everything from small daggers to large broad swords. They were obviously from different cultures as the designs were exotic and like nothing he’d ever seen. He nearly grew hard at the sight.

            “They are… I can’t even describe how beautiful they are,” Malik whispered in awe. Marik only glanced at the boy, gauging his reactions to the weapon chamber he had in his castle.

            “So you like it here.”

            “Yes I do, very much so; not only here and in your castle, which is awesome, but everything living within it too.” Malik had grown accustomed to the other inhabitants who tried their best to make their master happy. When Malik had tried to ask them about what happened to them, they would refuse to answer him. It was frustrating, but he learned to drop it for a while. Now, to top it off, his lover had a room full of weapons; which was something he loved.

            “Pick one.” Malik’s eyes widened in shock as a giggle bubbled in his chest.

            “You mean to tell me… that you want me to… to pick one!? I can have one!?” Marik raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t seen the boy so happy since after each time they’d had sex. He smirked to himself. They’d had sex a few times and it was only getting better.

            “If you want one then pick one before I change my mind!” Marik growled as he watched Malik nearly skip into the room. The boy was acting like he’d been given the world and the beast felt his heart flutter. He tried to stop the unfamiliar sensation, but he couldn’t. Malik decided on a very special weapon that was a dagger.

            “This one looks cool. Can I have this one?” Marik was surprised at the gold dagger that Malik held in his hands. It had a ball at one end with pointed wing like sharp claws sticking out of the ball. On the ball was a strange eye design that seemed to draw Malik in. Marik reached to his side and pulled out its twin.

            “It’s a twin set. I have one too. You picked a very interesting weapon… Now let’s make good use of them. Follow me.” Marik led the confused blond to the courtyard and stopped. He whipped around and made a jab at Malik with the sharp end. Malik dodged and put some distance between them.

            “What the fuck are you doing?” Malik cried out in shock.

            “Playing,” Marik chuckled darkly and struck out again. Malik blocked each strike with his own dagger as they battled. Finally Malik took a swing at Marik who dodged.

            “Why the hell are we fighting? I don’t want to fight you.” Malik said with a glare. Marik smirked in return.

            “Weapons are made for fighting. I want to test your strength. You enjoy it more than you say you do. Admit it.” Malik glared before a smirk crossed his face. The beast was right.

            “Fine, I admit that I like fighting… It’s a rush… I’ll fight you, but what are the rules?”

            “Stay alive,” Marik lunged at his lover, his speed faster than before. Malik increased his speed as well until neither was holding anything back. They swiped at each other, cutting fur and skin a like until they were both breathless. Marik twirled his own gold dagger in front of him and stopped holding the eye on the ball towards Malik. He smirked.

            “Submit!” Malik felt his body become heavy and he fell to his knees. He was hot and horny after their battle and was suddenly unable to stand.

            “What the hell did you do?” Malik growled as he fell forward to be on his hands and knees. Marik walked over and sliced off the other’s clothing. He thrust a saliva wet finger into Malik’s opening and heard a moan of pleasure.

            “This is called the Millennium Rod. It came from Egypt and has the power to control others. Your mind isn’t weak though. I like that. You better be prepared because here I come,” Marik growled, adding a second and third finger. Apparently Malik wasn’t the only one who was horny after their work out.

            “Not here! Let’s go to your bed!” Marik heard a whimper coming from his own throat and threw Malik over his shoulder. He sprinted to his room and pounced on the chuckling teen. His door had been slammed and locked behind them as the beast thrust into his new lover. Malik cried out in pleasure, rocking back into the beast. Their dagger rods were tossed onto the floor. Marik took a strong hold on Malik’s waist and began a rough pace. His hips thrust forward at an angle, hitting Malik’s special spot and pulling screams of pleasure from him. It was like their bodies craved the others with a lusty passion. They needed the other like the air they breathed. Malik moaned, rocking back into Marik’s rough thrusts.

            “Gods…you’re… so fucking… tight!” Marik growled, pulling out and slamming back in. Malik’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the blankets tighter in pleasure. He was moaning and arching and screaming, causing Marik to speed up and become rougher. His claws dug lightly into Malik’s sides, causing a mixed feeling of pain and pleasure. Marik was getting off on the screams and blood just as much as Malik was.

            Malik had never thought that something so dark would become a turn on, but it was something he just couldn’t help. He arched his back again in ecstasy as stars flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t get enough of his lover. Since the first night and first sexual encounter, he’d been craving the sex the beast offered. A loud howl from Marik mixed with a louder scream from Malik as they came. Marik panted and stared into the face of his sated lover.

            ‘Son of a bitch… It can’t be,’ he thought to himself as his heart beat faster, ‘I love him.’ His mind shut down for a moment in panic. It wasn’t possible. He swore he’d never fall in love. How could he break his own promise to himself? He pulled out of Malik and lay down on the bed facing away from the blond. Malik was still oblivious as he came down from his high. He rolled over to his lover and hugged him, panting in his ear.

            “Gods, the things you do to me! I’m going to shower, want to join me?” Malik said with a smirk on his face, but he was ignored by the beast. He took the hint and got up. He used the bed posts and chair to help him walk for a moment until he got to Marik’s bathing chamber.

            “It’s ok, I’ll just bathe alone,” he smiled at the beast and entered the room. Marik turned and watched the other leave. He grabbed a small towel that he’d thrown on the floor earlier in the day and wiped himself off. He quickly yanked on a pair of pants and raced to the tower that held his curse. He glared at the flower in hatred.

            “I fucking hate you! I don’t want these feelings! I will have no weaknesses! DIE!” He growled and went to smash it when Yami jumped in front of it. He stopped.

            “If you know what’s best for you I suggest you move.” Yami stood his ground and was joined by Seto. A few others stepped into the room as well.

            “Don’t be stupid. You don’t want to remain this way and neither do we… You fell in love with him, didn’t you?” Marik growled and walked past the rose to turn his back on his servants and friends.

            “I don’t love him. I am incapable of love. When will you get that through your damn head you fucking menorah?” He growled, dragging his claws through his fur. He knew his servants would be happy, but he wasn’t. He may have fallen for the boy, but the boy only liked the sex. There was nothing between them that meant more than just their fucking.

            “I think he’s falling for you too, Master.” Yami told the beast, ignoring the jab, and jumped down to the floor, “Time is running out, but there is still hope. If he can admit that he loves you then the spell should break. Give him more time. It’s not something he’ll admit to easily, just as you refuse to admit it to yourself.” They left him alone in the tower. Marik fell to his knees. He wanted to be human again. He hated being covered in fur and having to be easy with his claws. He wanted to be human so he could kiss his lover properly, touch him without nearly scratching him, and more. He missed his sexy human face too. Marik’s eyes glanced to the rose as yet another petal fell. He only hoped that Malik was feeling the same and growled to himself for being weak. He raced from the tower and out into the rain.

            “Where’s Marik?” Malik asked when he saw Yami waiting for him in the Master’s room. He took the clothes the candle offered him and smiled.

            “He took off for a while. He was feeling angry with some things. Don’t worry, nothing is your fault. He’s just being…”

            “A beast, I know. Yami, it’s not like you can expect any different from him. He is who he is and nothing can change that. I like him for who he is. He can be a jerk, but he can be nice when he wants to be. Don’t tell him I said that. He might get all annoyed or something with me.” Malik smiled as he got dressed.

            “Do you love him?” Malik yanked his shirt down and frowned at the candle.

            “What? Why would you ask me that?” Yami waved one of his candles in dismissal.

            “No reason. You just look different that's all.” Malik sighed and walked over to the window.

            “I’ve been here for a long time, haven’t I?”

            “For some time you have. Why?” Malik turned to Yami with a look of sadness on his face.

            “I miss Rishid and Isis. I want to know if they’re ok, and if that moron asked her to marry him yet. I want to see if they got married and if Isis is going to have kids!” Malik turned away and wiped a few tears, “I really miss my family and it sucks that I can’t just go and see them. Knowing Rishid, he’s probably trying to get a group of people to come rescue me. He’s not popular with the people in our village since he’s not my real brother, so he’d probably get laughed at…” Yami sighed. The boy was homesick. It was to be expected. He’d been gone for some time.

            “My Master has a special mirror that you can use to see what’s going on with them. When he comes back, ask him if you can use it. He just might let you.” Yami left the boy alone. Malik sighed and stared out the window, thinking about his siblings and the beast that was out in the rain.

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            “Rishid you can’t go after him alone! You’ve tried for months to get others to believe you and no one does!” Isis called out as Rishid readied Hathor for the trip. He stopped, fingering the ring in his pocket. He turned to face Isis and grabbed her, pulling her close.

            “That beast will kill him if I don’t stop him.” Isis shook her head.

            “If that is the case then Malik must already be gone and dead… I don’t want to think about it, but I can’t let you run off and make his sacrifice meaningless! If you run off and die, then Malik saving you didn’t matter.” Tears poured down her cheeks in sorrow. When Rishid had told her of what had happened, she cried for weeks. Her little brother was most likely dead. Her words hit Rishid’s heart as he held her close. He pulled out the ring and released her.

            “Isis… I didn’t tell you everything… When Malik released me, he told me to do something… He told me to make you happy. Isis… will you marry me?” Isis’s heart stopped for a moment. It was as if nothing mattered anymore. She threw her arms around Rishid’s neck, kissing his lips.

            “Yes, I will marry you! I love you,” her kiss was returned as her fiancé lifted her up into his arms.

            “We will go on like Malik wanted… but his spirit will be with us and he’ll be happy for us… I just wish he could be here.” Rishid whispered. He led Hathor back to the stables and went inside with Isis to decide on a date. He knew in his heart that he’d done what was right by Malik’s words.

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            Months had passed since Yami had asked Malik if he’d fallen in love with the beast. He’d been there for a total of six and a half months and couldn’t be happier. He recalled one time when the beast had gotten sick and was grouchier than ever. He and the other’s had taken care of him, but he wouldn’t talk to anyone for a few days after. Since then, the beast had grown less grouchy and was even being nice to his staff. Life in the castle was looking up as Malik stared out the window. Marik wrapped his arms around his love and nuzzled him.

            “Is something wrong? Aren’t you happy here?” Malik sighed. He’d wanted to ask about the mirror, but didn’t know when would be a good time to do so.

            “I am happy here; it’s just that I miss them. I miss my siblings very much. I keep wondering if Rishid asked Isis to marry him or not and stuff. I know you probably don’t care, but that’s just how I…”

            “I can show you… I have a mirror that can show you anything you desire. Do you want to give that a try, Malik?” Malik was rather surprised at the beast’s suggestion. He’d only grown nicer to him as the time continued to pass. Malik smiled softly.

            “Sure, that would make me very happy.” Marik led the other back up to the tower and handed him the mirror.

            “Just tell it what you want to see.” Malik took a hold of the mirror.

            “I’d like to see my siblings,” the mirror glowed with light and Malik was happy to see his sister in a wedding dress, “He did it! He asked her and she said yes!” He smiled at the beast who glared into the mirror. Something wasn’t right. Malik looked back and saw Keith grab his sister.

            “We have a witch and a loon!” Keith was screaming to an angry crowd as they cheered in agreement. The view changed to show Rishid being tied with his hands behind his back. Panic appeared on his face.

            “They’re going to be killed! Keith, you fucking bastard; you’ll pay!” Marik watched his lover’s reactions and knew the boy would never forgive himself if he couldn’t help them.

            “Take the mirror and the coach. It’ll get you there faster.” Malik was shocked.

            “You mean… You’ll let me stop them? I’m… free?” Marik turned his face away. He could hear the happiness in Malik’s tone and couldn’t stand knowing that he was happy about leaving. He had done everything he could think of to get the other to fall in love with him, but the spell had yet to break. It was hopeless, but who could ever love a beast?

            “Yes, I free you. Go to them and do as you please. You’ll know where to find me… Now hurry.” Marik growled and shoved Malik towards the door. Malik stopped for a moment to glare in determination at the beast.

            “I will return, I promise.” He took off, his Millennium Rod dagger in hand, and grabbed the coach outside of the stables. It took off at break neck speed and Malik felt himself being thrown back from the force. He didn’t care as he prayed that he’d make it there in time.

            “He let him go! I can’t believe this! We were so close and time is almost up.” Seto growled to the other’s as Yami held his face in his hands.

            “Guys, I can’t find Bakura! The coach is gone and you know how much he loves that thing! Malik must have taken it and Bakura along with him by accident!” Everyone was shocked and could feel Ryou’s sorrow.

            “He’ll have to come back… He’ll just have to.” Yami said sternly and looked out the window to see dark clouds rolling in. It was going to rain again.

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            “Burn the witch! Burn the witch!” The crowd yelled. Isis screamed and cried out as she was tied to a stake. Twigs and hay were tossed around her feet as Keith stepped forward.

            “Let her go you bastard! You know she’s not a witch!” Rishid growled. Keith punched the man across the face.

            “Shut it ya loon! She uses all those weird herbs and you rave about how my lover was taken by a beast! You are just as crazy as she is a witch. We’ll burn them both! Tie him with his witch lover!” Rishid was shoved forward and tied to be back to back with Isis on the stake.

            “Isis, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t even protect Malik, Gods forgive me!”

            “Rishid, it’s not your fault. I love you and I just wish we could have finished our ceremony… We’ll see Malik soon enough and our family will be complete once again.” Isis let her tears fall as Keith stepped forward with the first torch.

            “STOP THIS!” The scream echoed over the crowd as Malik jumped out of the horseless coach. He ran over to his siblings and stood in front of them, the mirror was tucked into his belt while the dagger was in his hand. A tea cup bounced out from his hiding spot to see what was going on. He’d been sleeping only to be woken up when the coach took off. He was just thankful that he was able to stay in it and watched what was going on.

            “Malik, you’re alive?” Keith was shocked and happy to see the boy. After he’d returned from the hunting trip, word had spread that Malik was most likely dead. He gave his torch to a villager next to him and took a step forward.

            “Back off you fucking asshole; you tried to kill my siblings and I won’t forgive you for it!” Keith dodged Malik’s swipe and tried to make a little peace. An idea was cooking in his mind and he realized that he could have the hot blond if he played his cards right.

            “Malik, word had spread that you were killed by your witch sister and crazy brother! They were performing a ritual just before we stopped them! It was a ritual to kill off several of the villagers! They should be burned.”

            “Keith, you are a fucking liar! I am far from dead and as for their ritual, they were getting married! Rishid is not my blood brother so there is nothing wrong with their union! Back the fuck off!” Malik growled dangerously. He never trusted Keith and was even more disgusted with the pervert. He was more of a beast then Marik had ever been to him.

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            “Bullshit! I am more of an animal than Keith is! He’s a fucking pussy compared to me,” the beta growled. He dodged a flying book.

            “You were doing such a good job of keeping quiet! Yes, you are more hard core than Keith, but when it comes to Malik, you know how you are. It’s just one line in the story! Forget it and let’s continue this story.” She offered Marik a smile, but he only growled to himself in return. She sighed and continued the story.

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            “I’ll tell you what, Malik. I love you so much that I’ll be willing to let your siblings go. All I want in return is your hand. You will be my lover and do as I say and I will let them go.” Malik glared in return, slicing into Isis’s bindings. He let her take his dagger and use it to free Rishid.

            “I will never be with you! You are a disgusting pig who only wants my body. You can go fuck yourself! Isis is not a witch and my brother isn’t crazy!” Keith only laughed.

            “He told the whole village that you were kidnapped by a beast! How can a man get anymore crazy?” Malik glared harder and pulled out the mirror.

            “He didn’t lie. I was taken by a beast! Show me the beast!” The mirror flashed and showed a vision of Marik. He was growling and howling in anger. Several of the villagers were shocked and shaking with fear.

            “It’s a monster! It’ll kill us all!” Malik realized his mistake and tried to squash the fear surrounding the people.

            “Marik wouldn’t kill you if you would leave him alone!” Keith snatched the mirror away and punched Malik in the gut. The blond fell to his knees, his breath gone. Isis grabbed her younger brother to only have a gun put in her face.

            “Take him inside and lock your doors else I change my mind and burn you at the stake!” Rishid, fearing for his family’s safety, did as he was told. Once the door was closed, Keith put the spike in front of it, blocking them in.

            “This beast will destroy our village, rape our women, and kill anyone who tries to get in its way. Men, come with me and we shall kill this monster!” The villagers cheered for their hero. The women and children ran back to their homes while the men followed Keith to the castle. They marched quickly, planning on arriving there in less than two hours. They growled among themselves about how they would destroy the monster, their anger growing the closer they got to their destination.

            “Damn it, we have to stop them!” Malik growled and slammed his shoulder into the door. It was no use and it was the only way into and out of their home. Malik banged on the door, tears coming to his eyes, and slid down to his knees.

            “Malik, I’m so glad you’re alive and saved us, but if they are going to kill that beast then let them!” Isis said and touched her brother’s shoulder. He slapped her hand away, surprising her.

            “I won’t let them kill him! He’s important to me!” His siblings were shocked. How could a beast be important to Malik? It was an evil monster that should be killed immediately!

            “Malik, that thing would have killed me! I have no idea how you could still be alive after staying with that monster, but that doesn’t mean we should save him! How could he be important to you?” Malik looked at his brother with tears falling from his eyes. They knew instantly that Malik was in love. They both had the same look not too long ago. Malik just had yet to realize it. Their eyes filled with determination and they went to change.

            “Anyone important to our brother is important to us. Let’s get this door down!” A loud neigh broke through Rishid’s words as Hathor smashed through the door with her hooves. On her back was a small teacup. Malik blinked in shock after having jumped out of the way.

            “Are you going back to that asshole Marik or not? Take the coach and those two can follow after on the horse.” Bakura jumped down and hopped toward the coach behind the house. Malik ran after him as Isis and Rishid, armed with potions and weapons, climbed onto Hathor’s back. They took off at lightning speed into the forest and after the men who were far ahead of them. Malik grabbed Bakura and hopped into the coach, yelling at it to get them to the castle as fast as possible.

            “You don’t have to hold me! Bloody hell, just help that bastard Marik. I’m tired of not being able to touch my Ryou and you just aren’t helping!” Bakura snapped out as the coach took off.

            “Don’t worry; we’ll get there in time. We have to! I’ll get rid of that sick bastard Keith once and for all.” Malik set Bakura on the seat and held his dagger close. He knew Marik could take Keith’s head off in a second, but he’d been acting so different lately that Malik was having doubts. They arrived at the castle to see it under attack by the villagers. They jumped out and Bakura raced inside to help. Malik looked up to the roof to see Marik and Keith fighting. Marik wasn’t fighting with his all and Malik knew that was a bad sign.

            “We’ll help the others; you go take care of that brute and your beast!” Isis called out as they raced into the castle on Hathor’s back. Malik ran after them, passed all the fighting, and up the stairs to the tower. Bakura had hopped up to one of his weapon hiding places. He was able to stick a small dagger into the handle he had and took off, slicing into the villager’s ankles, severing their tendons. He looked for Ryou, knowing his lover was not a fighter and hoped he was alright.

            “Help me!” Bakura heard someone cry out. He made his way over to where he’d heard the voice and saw it was Ryou. He had been roughly picked up and was about to be smashed on the floor. Bakura glared and looked up to see the rope holding the chandelier up. He aimed and twirled himself around. The dagger was launched into the rope and sliced through it like a hot knife through butter. He called out a warning to Ryou as the chandelier fell. Ryou was able to tilt himself enough to pour the hot tea he still had in him all over the man holding him. Once he was released, he jumped out of the way as the man was crushed to death.

            “No one has the right to hurt the person I love! Serves you right fucker! Ryou, take Mokuba and Noa into the kitchen and watch over them. I’ll help Yami out here. GO!” Bakura growled. Ryou blushed and did as told. At least he knew now that Bakura really did love him.

            “Marik,” Malik yelled as he reached the railing. He saw Keith about to stab the beast in the heart when Marik kicked out his leg, knocking the other male down. They had been fighting on the roof for about an hour; Marik continued to lose hope of Malik returning, but at the sound of his name, he knew the blond had returned. He got to his feet and kicked Keith off the ledge as he ran toward Malik. Keith had held onto the ledge and yanked himself up. He pulled out a second dagger and raced after the beast.

            “Malik, you came back?” Marik growled out in shock. He climbed up the roof and held onto the ledge so he was right in front of Malik.

            “Of course I came back you jackass! I told you I would and my word is everything. Don’t you know that by now? I thought you,” Malik saw Keith leap up and tried to warn Marik, “Behind you!” Malik could do nothing as Keith sunk both of his blades into Marik’s back. Marik howled in pain and released the railing. Malik grabbed Marik’s arms and pulled to keep the beast from falling. When the initial pain settled into a throb, Marik gripped the railing again. Malik held onto the railing and leaped off to kick Keith in the face causing Keith to fly back, daggers in hand, to fall to his death, impaled on one of the spikes on his way to the bottom of the cliffs.

            “Marik, fucking hells,” Malik growled and helped the beast onto the balcony. He laid Marik down on the floor and watched in horror as his blood pooled over the ground. Tears came to his eyes and he stared into Marik’s face. He could remember the times they shared, fighting, yelling, and fucking like it was going out of style. It couldn’t end this way.

            “Marik just hang on! My sister’s a healer and she’ll have you all fixed up and we can go right back to where we were. We haven’t fought each other enough… We haven’t yelled or had enough… enough… Gods, you can’t die on me! You son of a bitch, don’t you dare die!” Malik was on his knees as he slammed his fists onto the floor. Marik watched his lover with confusion growing in his eyes. He didn’t think his death would be this upsetting.

            “You should be… happy now that… you don’t… have to keep your… word to me. You’re free, Malik.” Marik whispered, feeling his strength pour out along with his blood. Isis, Rishid, and several of the servants ran up the stairs and into the tower. They froze at the scene before them. Isis knew there was nothing she could do, but didn’t know what to say.

            “How can I be happy? I don’t want you to die!” Malik looked into Marik’s eyes and brushed his fingertips across Marik’s cheek. Tears fell freely as he cuddled up next to his lover. He cupped Marik’s face and leaned in to brush their lips together.

            “Why don’t you… want me dead? I… took you away… from your family… I took your… freedom… your virgin…” Malik pressed a finger to Marik’s muzzle. The light in the beast’s eyes faded and Malik’s heart stopped.

            “I don’t want the person I love to die! I fucking love you so don’t leave me!” Malik screamed out as the life drained from the beast. The last few petals fell and began to glow; the energy that flowed from them broke the glass encasing the rose. Magic began to swirl around the castle and its inhabitants. Malik sobbed uncontrollably as he held Marik tightly. He was shocked when his lover was lifted up above him. The blood vanished and the darkness of the castle began to ebb away to reveal its true beauty. A yellow glow surrounded Marik as his fur became hair. His claws became fingers and his snout became a regular and beautiful face. It was the man from the painting that Malik had seen in the tower.

            “The spell has been broken!” Yami cheered as he was restored to his human body. He grabbed Yugi, who was human as well, and sealed his happiness with a deep kiss. The others were rejoicing as well, knowing the spell wouldn’t allow their Master to die. Malik gasped in shock as Marik opened his eyes and slowly stood on his own two feet. He stared at his hands and touched his face, finding it furless. He smirked and yanked Malik into his arms, devouring the boy’s mouth.

            “You fucking love me? Here I thought you were smart!” Marik growled and stared deep into Malik’s eyes, “I’m an asshole who couldn’t give a shit about anything and you fucking love me anyway?” Malik wiped his tears away as he stared at Marik. He smiled, recognizing the same tone and eyes. Tears welled up and fell again.

            “MARIK!” He jumped onto the other, wrapping both his arms and legs around Marik and kissed him breathless. Marik wrapped his arms around his lover and deepened the kiss further. When they parted Malik glared at Marik and smacked him upside the head.

            “Don’t you ever fucking scare me like that again, you hear me? I know you’re an asshole, but I wouldn’t trade who you are for anything else. I’d love you even if you still looked like the beast you are.” Malik smiled and turned to his siblings.

            “Isis, Rishid, this is Marik. Marik, this is my family.” The two waved for a moment and smiled.

            “I don’t care, but hello.” Marik growled. Isis smiled anyway and bowed politely.

            “Thank you for taking care of my brother. Will we be allowed to visit him here?” Marik thought a moment and looked over at Malik.

            “There is a section of my castle that is separated from the main building. Live there so I don’t have to let my lover travel far.” Yami and Yugi were shocked, along with their other friends, but Malik just kissed Marik out of happiness. All began to settle at the castle. Isis and Rishid were married that day and Marik made sure that when it was all over Malik got some. He dragged his lover to their new shared room and locked the door.

            “Can’t you wait a few more hours when their party is over?” Malik asked between kisses as his clothes were removed.

            “This is the best time. Everyone’s occupied with their party and we have the whole castle to ourselves.” He pounced on his lover, pushing him into the bed. Marik’s lips and tongue trailed down Malik’s body, tasting everything. He licked along Malik’s stiff cock and sucked it into his mouth, swallowing it deep in his throat. Malik moaned wantonly and arched off the bed in pleasure.

            “Gods this feels so good!” Malik moaned. Marik released the tasty member and prepped him for what was about to happen. He slowly slid into his lover, moaning at the tightness.

            “All the times we've fucked and you’re still as tight as a virgin! I’m not going to hold back.” Malik moaned in response and rocked back into Marik. Marik wasn’t about to give his lover a chance and gripped onto Malik’s hips. His pace was fast and hard. He thrust into his lover continuously as if this would be their last moment together. His hips thrust wildly into his lover. He felt he’d waited too long to have Malik and couldn’t contain his need. He just let himself loose.

            “Don’t… hold… back,” Malik moaned between thrusts. Their skin slapped together, a sound Marik loved to hear. Marik thrust faster and harder, slamming into Malik’s bundle of nerves until his lover screamed out in completion. Still, Marik continued to slam into the other. The tight walls closed in on him, but he pressed on. Malik continued to moan, finding himself growing hard again as Marik continued to pump faster and harder. Marik panted and growled as he continued his rough motions. Sweat slid down his body, his muscles flexing as if he were having the work out of his life. He had pleased his lover, but wanted to hold out his own climax. He never wanted their connection to end, but he couldn’t keep such a strong pace for much longer. Malik moaned louder and reached up with his hand to wipe some sweat off Marik’s brow. The teen could feel another climax and yanked Marik down for a kiss.

The kiss seemed to finally unwind Marik and he could no longer hold off his climax. He half moaned and half growled into their kiss as he came. He wasn’t alone as Malik moaned back, coming at the same time. They panted as Marik collapsed on top of his love. Malik hugged his lover close and kissed his forehead, tasting the sweat and enjoying the salty flavor.

            “I can’t get enough of you… I love you… Gods you are perfect in every way.” Malik smiled and brushed their lips together. An hour passed and they returned to the party in the castle gardens. Everyone who lived in the castle was there and no one had bothered to ask where they’d gone. Most already figured where they had gone and didn’t really want to know anything about it. They simply acted like they’d been there the whole time.

            The flowers were all in bloom in the gardens. Rose bushes were everywhere in all different colors. Lilacs, honeysuckles, bougainvilleas, and several exotic plants and flowers were scattered around the large courtyard. Isis stood on one of the benches next to a large fountain in the center of the gardens. Her dress was Egyptian style, white with a blue decorated headdress. Colors of yellow gold, blood red, and Nile blue decorated the band around her slim waist. Around her finger was the small diamond Rishid had gotten her. She was a beautiful bride and Malik couldn’t be happier for her.

            “It’s time to throw the bouquet! Everyone get ready!” Isis called out and turned her back on the large group. Several of the servants gathered around and Yugi dragged Malik into the crowd despite his reluctance. Yami and Seto stood off to the side arguing with Bakura watching them, adding in his own comments to make the argument worse. Marik stood far enough from the crowd to look separated, but close enough to still be a part of it. He watched as Isis counted to three and threw the bundle of flowers into the crowd. Several people rushed forward and succeeded in knocking Malik and Ryou forward with their force. There was a gasp at the person whose arms it landed in.

            “Congratulations Ryou and Malik! When’s the wedding?” Ryou and Malik turned bright red, both shocked that they each held half of the flowers in their hands. Malik quickly shoved the rest into Ryou’s arms, not ready to tie the knot. Ryou looked at Bakura with a blush on his cheeks. Bakura looked back with a light shade of pink coloring his cheeks as well. Marik chuckled, walking back into the group, and kissed Malik.

            “I decree that two men can marry, but only after I shackle Malik to me with the ceremony. Then you can’t leave, at least not without me.” Malik blushed and kissed Marik passionately. He couldn’t agree more, nor could he be happier.

            “We’ll have a lot of adventures, Marik, but none will compare to the adventure of loving you. You are a beast after all.” Marik smirked.

            “If I’m a beast, then you're my beauty… Now let’s get this party moving so we can sneak off! I want you, again.” Marik whispered to Malik. So the Beast found his Beauty and the curse was broken. They lived happily, traveling to different lands and causing trouble. They still had one home to return to where their friends all lived happily as well. That is the tale of the Beauty and his Beast.

THE END

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            “Liked it?” Marik didn’t answer her, lost in his own thoughts, “Marik?” He sat in thought for a moment, then finally looked to Rinni with a satisfied smirk as he took the book and closed it with a thud sending dust into the air.

“Should have fucked more, but that's coming from one horny Ishtar wanting to fuck his prey to death,” he shrugged, “Maybe I'll fuck them again AFTER they're dead,” he snickered, “And holy fucking Ra were the others retarded! –Cough- Bakura –Cough,” the Beta smirked wickedly, “In an amusing way of course.” Then he narrowed his eyes and huffed.

“You should have let me kill the entire fucking village AFTER they killed his fucked up family too!” He continued to rant leaving ChibiRinni to stare wide eyed in amazement, “… and what the fuck was with the wolves?! They should have been jackals Ra damn it! Keith got a fucking hit in… what the fuck was with that shit?!” He huffed and stood up, stretching before leaning down and scooping his minion into his arms.

“MARIK! What the bloody hell are you doing!? Put me down this instance! I wanted to thank some reviewers… DARK GOD!” She cried out in shock and held on tightly. Heights were not something she was good with and that included being picked up unprepared.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You're a Minion Scribe, right? You have a God to please.” He purred past his mischievous grin and stopped to blow out the candle.

“Um, thank you to all the reviewers! I love you all! Marik, just what are you…?” Her voice trailed off as he carried her out of the room, shutting the door behind him. The book glowed in the dark room for a moment before everything was still once again.
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