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Hikari Menagerie	By : anacsadder Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the pool, straddling Melvin's lap once more, Ryou poured soap into his hand. It wasn't the nudity that bothered him this time, or the hands gripping his hips, or the eyes counting his new cuts. He raised the hand to Melvin's neck first, shivering as he forced himself to touch the black rivulets. Whatever it was, it hadn't dried like normal blood, either. It was cold. Still viscous. Literally inhuman. He was sitting in the lap of some sort of demon.
As he moved from Melvin's neck to Melvin's cheek, he had to look at his face. It was strange how the same face that was sort of pretty on Marik could be so horrifying on this monster. It was the eyes, Ryou decided as he cleaned. The unnatural violet voids. They watched Ryou like they wanted to bend him over the edge of the bath. The hands on his hips slid down and around to cup his bruised backside. They squeezed. Hard. Harder. Until nails dug in and squeezed a whimper and a single tear out of the pale hikari.
“Why did you stop?” Melvin asked in a calm, casual voice that didn't match the cruelty of his hands.
The albino opened his eyes, realizing he'd gone rigidly still. He gulped and kept cleaning. Melvin continued tormenting the already abused flesh mercilessly, observing Ryou's reactions with a mild curiosity.

Ryou drank some water from the top of the pyramid in the center of the pool. The stream of water was always fresh, and he hoped to trick his empty belly into feeling full.
“Guys,” Yugi said, moving to sit on one of the couches. He cast a nervous glance at the door to make sure Melvin wasn't going to suddenly reappear. Then he reached into the waist of his wrap and pulled out a banana. “You'll have to split it. I'm sorry I couldn't hide more.”
Marik blinked, and then laughed. Of course the short hikari would rather risk being punished than watch the other two starve. “You apologize too much,” he said as he hurried to join Yugi on the couch. His stomach screamed. His mouth watered. However, the little discomforts weren't enough to distract him from the startling sting that reminded him how thoroughly Melvin had torn up his back when he tried to settle into the cushions.
Ryou pulled a pillow onto the floor and knelt on it. The pain from the pinching and squeezing still throbbed beneath his skin. The pale hikari thought Melvin might've squeezed hard enough to create a few new bruises. He consumed his half of the fruit without saying anything, focusing entirely on how good it felt to have something besides water in his stomach for a change.
“What the hell was that?” Marik suddenly asked.
Ryou stared at his hands. He knew what Marik meant without clarification. They were all thinking it on some level. “I don't know,” Ryou said. “It was cold, and sticky.” He shuddered. “His face...”
“Was it damaged all?” Marik asked with an edge of frustration.
Ryou shook his head. “No...”
“We can't leave... We can't kill him... We definitely can't reason with him...” Marik tugged and twisted his bangs. There had to be something. Something he'd overlooked. Trap him? The slab was nothing to him. And besides, he'd moved so fast when he'd subdued Marik. Could the three of them working together overpower him before he activated the damn collars? “I can't give up. I've always been a fighter.”
“Then fight a different fight,” Ryou murmured. “It's not a fight to win. It's a fight to keep going.”
“He killed Bakura, and Odion, and Ishizu. I'm supposed to let him get away with that?” Marik ranted.
“It's not letting if you tried,” Ryou pointed out. He smiled a little in spite of himself. “I can't believe you actually stabbed the wanker. You've got nerves of steel.”
Marik wasn't sure what to do with the comment. Part of him wanted to take it as a compliment and be happy. Part of him wanted to make a dig at Ryou over how quickly he'd folded. He sighed and took a more middle ground. “I wanted him to feel some of the pain that Odion felt. I don't think it worked.”
There was silence. Yugi broke it with, “He's only here for a couple hours each day. We could try to make the Melvin-free hours as normal as possible.”
Marik put his head in his hands. “It's like being in the tomb again,” he mumbled. Right down to waiting for the angry monster to show up and hurt him.
“Or the Ring,” Ryou sighed. “Trying to go about my life, wondering if I'm going to make it to school for once, or wake up in an alley with blood on my hands.”
Marik winced and changed the subject. “At least I'm already used to life without TV. I'm going to miss it, though...”
“We can make our own TV,” Yugi suggested. “Didn't you say you'd memorized your favorite movies, Ryou?”
The pale hikari rubbed the back of his head. “I could practically recite them, but I don't know if horror is the most appropriate thing. Don't we have enough of that?”
“It's better than sitting around staring at each other,” Yugi said softly. “Please, Ryou. I can't take the silence. It makes me miss Yami. It makes me think about-” He choked on the word 'grandpa.'
“Okay. Let me think of a good one,” Ryou acquiesced. He did want to give them every motivation to keep living. His biggest fear in the whole situation was actually ending up permanently alone. Yugi probably wouldn't let that happen if he could help it, but he was worried Marik's vengeful determination would get Marik killed. Then he'd only have one person between him and eternal isolation. At least, one person and one demon, but he didn't want to have to turn to a demon for comfort. Not again.
They wound up gathered at the pool. Ryou stretched out on his stomach with his fingers swirling the water as he recited a story. Yugi and Marik crouched in the shallows while Yugi gently cleaned Marik's back. They focused hard on the pale hikari's words, trying to construct images in their heads, occasionaly interrupting with questions. It helped keep most of the mournful thoughts at bay.

None of them slept that day or night. Not really. When they'd hit the point of pure physical exhaustion, they'd made a pile of pillows and curled up together, none wanting to be alone with their thoughts. They took turns drifting in and out of consciousness, murmuring confused half sentences to each other when they were awake enough. At some point they all managed to pass out at the same time, and that was how the madman found them when he returned.
Melvin cocked his head and prodded Yugi with the rod. “Panda bear.”
Deep purple eyes blinked, shooting open wide when he realized who'd disturbed him.
“Aren't my little birds so sweet nesting together,” Melvin teased as he pulled Yugi up by a fistful of hair.
Yugi cringed. Adrenaline flooded his system, fighting to rouse his groggy brain. Damp breath and warm lips caressed his ear.
“I've got something special for you,” Melvin hissed. He gave the short hikari's ear a languid lick, and then giggled.
Yugi didn't like the giggle. The only other time he'd heard that giggle was when Melvin had waltzed in brandishing Odion's disembodied scars. He didn't seem to have anything but the Rod with him this time, however. And, Yugi realized as Melvin yanked him toward the couch, an erection that the shendyt did a poor job of hiding. The madman shoved him onto the furniture and forced his head back.
The violet eyes captured Yugi's gaze much the same way they'd pinned Ryou to the table the other day. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” The voice was a low purr that didn't pair right with the gleeful leer.
Shaking now, Yugi obeyed, too scared to move otherwise. He heard fabric rustle and caught movement in his peripheral vision, but he kept his eyes on the face of insanity looming over him. It disheartened him to realize that the sensation of Melvin's cock gliding over his tongue was already a familiar one. Something was different, though. The taste. A saltiness that was much lighter than the flavor of Melvin's precum. Vaguely metallic. The short hikari braced himself for the choking to start, but Melvin merely stroked himself slowly up and down the length of Yugi's tongue, making sure he tasted...
“Do you know what that is?” Melvin purred, his voice leading. The corners of his smile twitched as it fought to grow wider. A wilder emotion simmering impatiently below a tense surface.
Yugi's spine tingled. He couldn't speak with Melvin's cock in his mouth, so he could only wait for the madman to answer his own question. He was sure the answer would come, and just as sure that it was an answer he'd rather not hear.
Melvin gripped the sides of Yugi's head. Stepping back, he leaned forward until their noses almost touched. The next two words were a harsh whisper. “Tea. Gardener.”
Yugi's heart spasmed against his ribs. His stomach churned and his chest heaved shallowly, but he couldn't breathe. The face in front of him blurred as the mad grin stretched impossibly wide.
“Yes!” Melvin crowed. “There it is! 'Shocked devastation.'”
His wild laughter startled the other two hikaris awake. They instinctively pulled closer to each other.
Yugi thought he was going to throw up. He honestly thought he was going to throw up.
The cackle trailed off into a chuckle as Melvin removed his cape. “You're almost as pale as the blank one.” Then he pounced, pinning Yugi to the couch and ripping away his waist wrap.
Was that the last thing Tea had seen? The mad predator crouching over her? Was the gut-twisting fear the last thing she'd felt? Not quite the last thing, he realized with horror. As Melvin grabbed his hips and forced him over onto his stomach, the realization that he was about to get an idea of the last thing she felt finally cut through his shock. He didn't struggle, though. He just whimpered her name.
“Interesting.” The larger body settled onto the smaller one. “She moaned your name, too.” Raising his pitch and affecting a sobbing tremble, he whispered, “Yugi... Yugi...”
The short hikari's breath hitched and he covered his ears, tucking his chin against his chest. Rough hands gripped his wrists and pulled his arms down by his sides.
“She only stopped when I squeezed her throat.”
Yugi shook his head, silently begging him to stop taunting and get it over with already. He didn't want to know what the monster had done to Tea. But he could also hear and feel that the monster was enjoying the sadistic foreplay as much as if not more than the act itself.
“She was such a frail, inconsiderate little mortal. Moaning someone else's name. Dying before I could finish.” He clicked mock disapproval.
Melvin said something else, but Yugi didn't hear it. Something inside him snapped, and this time he screamed her name. It took his breath away. By the time Melvin forced entry, all the short hikari could manage was a sharp, wheezing inhalation. Melvin braced his knees against the couch cushions and yanked on Yugi's wrists, heaving him up and back until he was on his knees, bent at the hips, with his spine arched. His shoulders protested the position as Melvin started hammering into him. The cuffs dug into his wrists with each jab.
Melvin threw his head back and laughed, high on the thrill of a kill. High on the thrill of Yugi's pain. High on the thrill of the pair of eyes watching the gruesome scene with the paralyzed glaze of cornered prey animals. He grinned wildly at them, laughing again when they curled tighter together, as though being smaller could make them invisible.
When Melvin finally finished, Yugi flopped with his head and one arm hanging over the edge of the furniture. He felt sick and light-headed. His stomach heaved between sobs and he had to fight to keep the contents down. Still on top of him, still inside him, the psycho pulled on Yugi's shoulder, twisting his torso at the waist until he was almost up on one shoulder. A tongue curled under his jaw and then traced a slow trail up the side of his flushed face. Yugi squeaked.
The dark form rose from the couch and fixed his gaze on Ryou. Breathing heavily, Ryou forced his unsteady legs to unfold and got to his feet. Bath time. Bath time was easy. He still flinched and yelped when the tan fingers latched around his arm.
As Melvin led Ryou away, he shot Marik a wink. Marik hugged himself and clenched his jaw. Two down. One to go. He didn't know when, but he would be next.
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