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Shadowed Violet: Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

WARNING!!! Graphic lemons in the chapter (actually,
this chapter is pretty much just lemons), the first is somewhat non-consensual,
both are pretty rough. All pairings are M/M.
If you don�t like that kind of thing do not read this chapter.

Eventually, Malik paced himself out and decided
touring the suite a much more effective use of his time. Who knew when he�d have the chance to go
poking about freely again? Escaping wasn�t an option currently, not when he
knew less than a quarter of the palace layout and nothing at all about guard
schedules or patrols. Try it now and he�d be caught in less than 5 minutes
tops; he couldn�t pretend to be a lesser slave either, assuming he could get
his hands on the tags and clothing for it, any vampire could scent his rare
blood type. One seeing him in tags not
matching his status would stop him for questioning at least, to steal him away
at worst. Either way meant trouble for
Malik.

The suite
turned out to be four rooms total all decorated in the same, quasi-Egyptian
style�the bedroom with attached bath he woke up in, a huge living room complete
with a giant flat-screen TV, and a. . . . �playroom�. Malik swallowed hard, violet eyes bouncing nervously from the
collection of whips and paddles neatly hung on the wall, to the adjustable rack
with leather straps hanging about it�s edge like obscene streamers, to the
table heaped with every type of sex toy imaginable. ~Oh RA. . . .my old Master didn�t have even HALF this much
stuff. . . .I am SO fucked.~

�Yes, you are, but not just yet.� Malik jumped and
just barely swallowed a scream as muscular arms pulled him to an equally
muscular, completely shirtless chest.
Hot breath smelling of old blood and breath mints tickled the boy�s ear,
a hotter tongue traced the delicate shell, causing the boy to shudder
involuntarily. Not in desire, but
revulsion, whatever sex drive he had was tortured out of him long ago. �Do you
like my toys pet? No? You will learn to
soon enough.� Purred Marik, nipping and
sucking on Malik�s neck. The boy lost
what tiny shred of his composure remaining,
his senses drowning in remembered sensations�the sharp crack of a whip,
a line of agony tracing his skin. . . .Or the dull clap of a paddle striking
already beaten flesh, fresh bruises blooming under the pain-heated skin. . .Or
the endless whistle-snap of a cane-rod drawing lines of blood like red
grass-blades on his back, thighs, and buttocks. . . .

Malik re-entered reality on the vampire�s bed
securely restrained with the steel D-rings on the slave�s wrist bands and heavy dog-chain clips welded to the barred
headboard. ~What the? Fuck I just got caught up in a flashback.~
Thought Malik, forcing himself to take slow, even breaths. He didn�t bother testing the restraints,
Malik had been put into bondage so many times he knew by sight when a rig
wasn�t secure. Marik loomed above him, lean muscles rippling under smooth
tanned skin, twilight eyes betraying nothing as only an ancient vampires
could. �So, Bakura did not exaggerate,
your old Master did torture you, didn�t he?�
Malik couldn�t speak, a ball of humiliation lay thick and heavy in the
boy�s gut, making him want to cringe into himself. It didn�t help Marik spoke in such a dismissive manner, like he
was talking about a parent grounding a naughty child. ~Of course it doesn�t matter to him! Marik doesn�t care about
me as anything but an edible toy. No one cares about me at all. . . .~

Marik�s voice snapped the boy from his morose
thoughts. �You are mine now, I am not your old Master. Perhaps my pet needs a demonstration of
that.� Tensing instantly, Malik fought
against another paralyzing onslaught of memories coated in panic, sure he was
in for a punishment of some kind. Maybe
the vampire thought he was more inventive in his ways to inflict pain and
wanted to show his new slave? Marik
rested his palms on Malik�s ribcage, violet stare intense as he lightly stroked
them down the boy�s sides until his thumbs were hooked in the slave�s
waistband. Resigned and not the least
enjoying the Raj�s attentions, Malik thought bleakly: ~I don�t want this,
but I�m already restrained, so fighting is pointless. If I do he�ll just get pissed and hurt me more.~ �Good boy, now lie still and don�t
speak�� A dangerously humorous light
flickered in Marik�s eyes, ��although feel free to moan or scream.� Marik slid the pants slowly down until they
rested just under Malik�s hip bones and slipped one hand inside them.

Digging stiff fingers into silk bedding, jaw
clenched to keep from crying out, Malik steeled himself for the worst. Pewter-violet caught and held flawed
amethyst in an unwavering gaze as a warm bronze hand gently grasped the boy�s
flacid manhood. The knowing, obviously
well-practiced hand pumped him gently, the thumb swirling around his cock�s
sensitive head. Malik started at the
contact, though he should be used to unwanted hands touching him; his previous
Master fondled him often enough. He almost wanted to laugh�did Marik think he�d
be able to arouse him? Ha! Granted, it
was plain the Raj had experience in arousing someone against their will and
anyone else would probably be squirming under his touch by now. It was a source of bitter pride for the
platinum blond that no foreign hand had been able to get him stiff for YEARS.

Malik stared
blankly at the cathedral ceiling while the vampire continued to massage his
shaft, thinking of anything but the hand between his legs. ~Okay, okay, gotta
just be patient, eventually he�ll give up in frustration. Hopefully he�ll stop before he chafts me
raw.~ The boy held in a sigh, clenching the sheets tighter as the strokes
became rougher, faster. The hard
fingers of Marik�s free hand snapped around Malik�s chin, forcing him to lock
eyes with him. �Don�t you dare look
away slave, I want your attention on ME.� He growled, lightly digging his
claw-like fingernails into the boy�s cock.
Wincing, Malik mutely watched the vampire�s irritated expression bleed
to puzzlement and finally frustration as nothing he did effected the boy.

�Hmmm, a
tough nut are you?� His mouth stretched
into a fangy smile. �I�ll just have to crack you then.� Malik didn�t like the sound of that, not at
ALL. Without warning, Marik savagely
jabbed his fangs into Malik�s neck, strangling a sharp hiss from the
slave. The boy unconsciously pulled at
the restraints, back arching until his groin bumped into the vampire�s
erection, drawing a soft moan from the feeding creature. As the warmth of venom
heated his veins and short spikes of pain lanced from the puncture wounds,
confusion filled Malik. He didn�t expect Marik to feed, not after an ominous
pronouncement like THAT; the venom would have the opposite effect Marik wanted.

~Maybe he�s fueling up for a long torture session?~ Wondered the boy unhappily,
not daring to hope the feeding ended tonight�s �fun�. In Malik�s experience, vampires never gave up on something
halfway through, least of all sex-games. Just as Malik�s vision darknened
slightly Marik pulled free, licking the wounds clean with surprising
delicacy. Silently, the vampire
hovered above him, expression expectant. Malik shook his head as a wave of
weakness and heat washed over him, an altogether strange reaction for him. Malik expected the weakness, he�d not eaten
in ages, but the heat? ~Do I have a
fever? Am I coming down with something? Great, just fucking great, that�s all I
need�to be sick with a new master about to torture me.~

A not-altogether-sane grin tugged at Marik�s lips as
he withdrew his hand from the boy�s sex, sitting back on his heels, and idly
rubbing his own trapped erection. ~This
is new. Does he like to watch bound
prey or somethin---~ Suddenly, as though his blood transmuted to lava, an
intense hotflash swept through him. A fine mist of sweat broke out on the hot,
flushed surface of his skin. The
uncomfortable warmth rushed to his groin, bringing his bound cock to full,
aching erection in seconds. Smirking
triumphantly, Marik leaned forward to lightly trace his forefinger over the
leather-clad bulge. Eyes wide Malik
shuddered under the feather-light touch, moaning. ~Oh Gods, what�s happening
to me?~ He had enough mind to wonder before the need to release overwhelmed
his consciousness at Marik�s touch on his shaft.

�Well well,
I�d say that takes care of your lack of participation doesn�t it?� Purred Marik, shucking his pants to let his
own impressive arousal spring free and doing the same to Malik. Crawling atop
the boy, he ground their groins together, Malik moaned, arching unwillingly
against the much-needed contact. Grinning like a twisted clown, Marik briefly
drew back from the straining boy to fish around in the bedside table�s drawer
for a minute, palming something Malik couldn�t see. Pleasure-blurred pain shot through his groin when the vampire
snapped something tighly around the base of both cock and balls. ~Oh shit, not a cock-ring.~The human moaned mentally, the
leather quite tight enough to keep him from cumming. Marik delighted in rubbing Malik�s shaft torturouly slow,
deepening the need to cum until the boy nearly screamed in frustration.

Unable to control himself Malik�s hips rose and sank
like ocean waves in a storm, dancing to
the taunting whims of the sadist�s hand on his cock. His balls ached, pulsing with trapped seed, feeling taunt and
tight; he couldn�t stand all this stimulation. Whatever the reason for his
animalistic urges, Malik felt he might go crazy if Marik didn�t let him cum
soon. �Please. . . .Master. Please let me cum.� Malik whimpered after several minutes of being ruthlessly
masturbated, the shame at admitting
such weakness locked away for later emotional self-torture. A harsh squeeze of punishment pried a cry
from the slave�s lips, nearly blotting out Marik�s reply. �I told you not to
speak kitten, but I�ll let it slide this time.
A slave must earn the right to cum, surely you know that.� A
comtemplative expression rippled over the Raj�s features as he considered what
he wanted to do to his slave next. �I COULD fuck you, but I�ll save that for
another time. Instead I�ll take that
pouty little mouth of yours.�

Lost in a lust-flooded haze, Malik didn�t truly
understand the vampire�s words until Marik�s hot cock-head insistently poked
his lips. He took it mechanically,
unthinkingly, barely gagging when Marik shoved it to the back of his
throat. Malik could blow someone barely
conscious, drowning in agony, or in the middle of a beating--and had more than
once. The platinum blond didn�t need to
think while doing it, he preferred to think as little as possible during any
sex act. Numbly swirling his tongue
over the jabbing head and along the veiny sides, he tasted oily pre-cum. �Oh yesssss, keep doing that slave. . . .�
Marik groaned, expression a mix of straining concentration and unbridled
ecstasy.

Clawed hands tangled painfully in Malik�s hair, the
vampire quickened and deepened his heavy thrusts as his pleasure swiftly
mounted. Malik sucked so hard his
cheeks hollowed, tongue dancing madly over the pistioning shaft, ignoring the
choking and pain of his stretched, pounded throat. Marik cried out, gave one last thrust deeper than any before and
jetted a thick stream of cum down the boy�s throat. Malik automatically swallowed the vampire�s salty load, cleaning
his master�s cock just as automatically when Marik withdrew. Panting heavily, the Raj rolled limply onto
his back, eyes half-closed and
unfocused in post-orgasmic bliss. After
nearly a quarter-hour of relaxing, during which Malik�s own need turned from
merely painful to outright agony, Marik casually reached behind himself to
unhook both Malik�s wrists. �Touch
yourself slave, if you make a good show of it I�ll let you cum. The blow job was the best I�ve had in ages,
but you still haven�t--quite--earned your release.�

The slave�s mouth dropped open, outrage spilled
several curses onto his tongue that he swallowed with great difficulty, his raw
throat having nothing to do with it.
The throbbing erection between his legs begging to be soothed much
louder than his wounded pride.
Hesistently, eyes fixed on the lounging vampire, Malik wrapped a hand
around the highly sensitized flesh. He
didn�t bother to suppress the moan that bubbled up his throat, instead he
dramatically threw back his head and let it go full volume. �That�s it slave,
keep going.� His Master wanted a show
did he? Well, Malik would give him one,
he�d put on sexual performaces often enough for his previous Master. One more wouldn�t matter, he�d grown
accustomed to the stomach-churning humiliation of acting like a whore. Besides he didn�t relish spending all night
with a screaming boner.

Malik arced
his back, pumping his shaft faster, trailing a sensual hand up his body to rub
erect nipples. �Ohhh, you�re such a slut.� Malik ignored the insult, focusing on his
performance. He sped up, writhing in
place at the sensations, rucking up the sheets around him into a nest of silken
wave. Agony and delight pulsed from the
boy�s groin, illiciting another moan and his breath to quicken into ragged
panting. A quick fumble of vampiric
fingers and the cock-ring popped free. For a breathless second afterwards Malik
hovered on the torturous blade-edge of delight before plunging into a spine-wrenching
orgasm. Malik gasped out a long ragged
cry, then promptly passed out from pleasure overload.

Several hundred miles away from the palace. . . .
A thrill of nervousness threaded through Ryou as he
quietly watched Bakura relax on the overstuffed couch, polishing his favorite knife
with loving care. ~Well, here
goes�if I don�t do this now I�ll never be able to.~ He stealed himself,
silently gathering every scrap of courage he had before walking slowly towards
his Master. He knew Bakura was capable
of dark and painful things�even though he�d never seen that side of him. Yet.
Other slaves had told him stories about Bakura�s past sex slaves, all of them
pointing to someone who liked his sex rough and his partners in pain. Ryou approached quietly but knew better than
to assume he�d surprise the vampire--no matter how absorbed in his task he
seemed. If Bakura�s much sharper
vampiric hearing didn�t alert him, his impressive vampiric olfactory senses
would. Halfway there the boy dropped
to all fours and crawled, nuzzling Bakura�s leather-clad knee once at his
boot-clad feet. Peering up at the
vampire through a demure screen of his silvery-white bangs he saw Bakura raise
an eyebrow.

�Something I
can do for you little one?� The larger man queried, sounding more than a touch
amused. �Yes Master, please let me pleasure you.� Ryou begged softly, wriggling
himself between the vampire�s knees and without letting Bakura answer he shoved
a pale hand deep into dove-gray leather.
Bakura jerked and gasped as lithe fingers grasped his member, gently
squeezing the sensitive flesh. The
knife fell from nerveless fingers, striking the carpet with a muffled thump,
blade glinting red in the gory sunset as if freshly bloodied. Moans throbbed in
the older white-haired�s throat in time to the pump of Ryou�s soft, knowing
hand on his swiftly hardening shaft.

�Fuck me,
use me, abuse me, I�m your little tenshi-whore.� Pleaded Ryou in a low, earnest tone. �Oh RA!� A roiling heated rush of desire flooded the vampire�s
mind, completely unexpected and shockingly powerful. Gods, Ryou had never acted
like this, always before Bakura had to spend ages wooing the shy, modest boy
into sex. Not surprising considering
how his previous Master treated him, raping him daily and forcing the tenshi�s
body to enjoy it. The wave shoved all
sense and logic into a dark corner of the vampire�s mind, leaving no room for
questions or concerns, only primal, animalistic instincts. He had no idea where it was coming from, but
the bestial lust within threatened to drive him insane if he didn�t assuage it.

Bakura had
never been more turned on in his 3,000+ years lifetime, it had been AGES since
he�d been able to indulge his kinks, and to do it with his willing love. . .
.That was just too much. Growling, the
vampire stood, shoving the boy off him with a terse order to strip; Bakura�s pulsing, aching erection slapped
his abs, spraying cloudy droplets of pre-cum over his wine-colored shirt. Well, scratch that garment, the delicate
fabric didn�t take well to stains by sexual fluids�not that he particularly
cared. He yanked it off, popping seams
and buttons in his haste, his pants following.
Once nude Bakura loomed over the hikari, leering at the slender beauty
that was his alone. Fear tinted the
determined expression on the boy�s face, and uncertainty screamed from his
posture, but he knew he�d loosed a tiger that wouldn�t return to it�s cage
until sated.

Besides, he
wanted this, he needed this, he deserved this. A slow fanged grin edged in
cruel intentions and driving need spread across the vampire�s face, his hand
lightly fondling his rampant manhood.
�Do you want this hikari? Would
you like it inside you, pounding fast and hard?� Bakura purred seductively, voice husky and richly deep with
desire. Ryou shivered and nodded,
swallowing hard as Bakura sauntered over, erection bobbing hypnotically with
each step. �Suck.� He commanded, leaving no room for protest. Not that Ryou would voice any, even though
the act brought forth a rush of bad memories best left buried. He took Bakura into his mouth, swirling his
tongue over the sensitive tip and along the underside as he drew it in and out.
A growling moan trickled from the fanged mouth, clawed hands tangled in the
boy�s silky white hair, holding Ryou in place while he began to pump into the
velvetty hot cavern.

Ryou gurgled
a strangled whimper as the slow thrusts gained sped and strength to become
harsh jabs that forced him to deep-throat his Master�s shaft. He could do it, more practiced at it than he
cared to admit--blowjobs were a favorite of his previous Master. A hated voice spoke from the depths of his
mind, brought on by the rubbery-hard flesh stabbing his throat, one he cringed
at hearing; even if only in a memory.

//That�s it my little whore, take me deep, suck me
hard. You like this don�t you? Of course you do, it�s all you�re good for,
all your soft girly-body was made for.
You are nothing but a cheap, worthless slut, a bitch in heat begging to
be taken. . . .//

Tears pricked Ryou�s eyes
and were just as quickly blinked away�Bakura had to think he enjoyed this. A follicle-snapping tug on the hank of
silver-white hair in the vampire�s fist sent him tumbling on his backside with
a startled yelp. �Up slave, on your
hands and knees.� Commanded Bakura, dark lust pouring from his expresso gaze.
The boy hastily positioned himself on all-fours with hard nipples rubbing
carpet and his ass raised temptingly high.

�Master, I need you, fuck me hard, make it hurt. Your slave has been naughty and needs to be
punished!� Ryou cried desperately,
secretly hoping he sounded genuine. The
miniscule part of Bakura�s mind not screaming lustily voiced a
protest�initiating sex was one thing, but begging for pain was wholly
uncharacteristic for the small teen.
Bakura silently told the voice to fuck off, he�d worry about Ryou�s
motives later. The vampire knelt behind
the quivering teen, slipping a finger
soaked with his saliva into the boy�s entrance. �No, Master, please just take
me!�

Lost in throbbing desire, the larger white-haired man couldn�t
stop himself from impaling the unprepared slave. Agony screamed from Ryou�s backside, a heated fire-brand stabbing
into him might have hurt more but just then Ryou doubted it. He snapped his mouth shut on the screams crawling
up his sore throat, paring them down to muffled whimpers. Teeth clenched so hard his molars should
have shattered, Ryou rocked his hips into Bakura�s thrusts. Nearly overcome with pleasure Bakura pumped
faster, harder, urged on by Ryou�s cries, glorying in the tight heat
surrounding him. He leaned over the
boy�s pale back, his hand snaking under Ryou�s body to roughly pump his penis
erect as he sank his fangs deep into the boy�s graceful neck.

Ryou shuddered at
the sharp invasion, crying out and clawing at the carpet as if trying to dig
his way beneath the wiry-soft fibers. Hot delicious blood filling the vampire�s
mouth, sweetened with Ryou�s pain and pleasure, triggered his orgasm. Bakura screamed in wild ecstasy as his seed
filled the boy�s ravaged passage,
echoing Ryou�s cry when the boy spilled his own semen. The human collasped beneath the vampire, so
utterly spent he couldn�t stay upright.
After several minutes Bakura regained his breath enough to gather the
limp Ryou into his arms and get them both to the bedroom. Ryou gratefully snuggled into the comforting
warmth of Bakura�s embrace, the cool silken bedding heavenly on his sore
body. He never wanted to do that again,
had hated every minute of it, but he would have to. It was his self-inflicted punishment for betraying Malik. He couldn�t take it anymore, seeing in his
mind�s eye the expression of horrified disbelief on Malik�s face, that stricken
expression of betreyal. No one would
punish him, they didn�t think he�d done anything wrong, so he�d decided to
punish himself in hopes of alleving some of the tremendous guilt eating his
soul. Ryou drifted off, joining his
Master in slumber, body hurting but spirit faintly soothed.

A/N: Well, I hope everyone liked
the smut I promised. Sorry about taking so long to update, but I had a severe
case of writers block. Reviews are much
appreciated!
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