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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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Marik and Yugi hid in the curtained-off area around the toilet. Yugi slumped over the hole, sniffling and whimpering in between dry heaves. Marik slumped against the wall, too exhausted to think but too adrenaline high to sleep until Melvin left.
“It's all my fault,” Yugi moaned softly. “You were right. The pharaoh let you down. We let everyone down. I wish I was strong enough to fix it. But I'm not. I can't save anyone... Not even you two...”
With a sigh that turned into a yawn, Marik shook his head. “I shouldn't have let him get so far.”
“You didn't even know about him.”
“I knew something was wrong. Weird, stray thoughts pretending to be my own... The way Odion watched me sideways when I got too upset... I think I knew something was wrong, but I didn't care.”
Yugi stared into the blackness for a long time. Shaking. His arms framed the hole. Gold shone dully around bruised wrists. “I'll forgive you if you forgive me...” he murmured. He'd tried to make it a joke, but his voice just couldn't get there.

Yugi managed to collect himself a little in Melvin's absence. The anxiety was still there, fluttering at the back of his mind. The deep, excruciating pain in his abdomen was still there. He discovered why Ryou had opted to spend so much time floating after his attack. The warm weightlessness hurt less than trying to settle anywhere.
Ryou played with his hair, combing and stroking, braiding and unbraiding. Anything that would keep his hands busy and his mind off his stomach. He wished he had a mirror. “Marik?” He looked around for the bronze hikari.
Before Marik could answer, they heard the sound outside the door that made them all freeze. Melvin, back with... food. Marik's stomach throbbed and he found himself thinking he might actually try to get it this time. Hindered by hunger and listlessness, he was even more useless against Melvin. It was something the three of them should've discussed, but they'd all been avoiding any Melvin-related topics so desperately.
None of them moved as Melvin placed the bag on the gold table. He surveyed them coldly, twirling the Rod in his hands. “You know what? I think that whenever I enter the room, I want you three to drop what you're doing and line up here,” he gestured a line across the floor with the Rod.
Yugi started to reach for his clothes.
“Leave it,” Melvin said.
Visibly shaking, Yugi slipped into line between Ryou and Marik. He clasped his hands in front of himself, and stared at the floor.
A tiny smile pulled at Melvin's lips. “Kneel down.”
Once more they obeyed. Yugi was almost relieved. He hadn't been sure how long his legs could hold him up.
“Good. That's good.” Grinning now, Melvin moved to their side of the table and leaned against it with his arms crossed. He took a moment to really enjoy the sight of them bowed to his will. “One of these things is not like the other ones,” he finally said as he looked at Marik. “Undress.”
Marik narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
“Because we're going to play a game.”
None of them wanted to know what sort of game required them to be naked. Marik stripped, but not without an irritated huff.
Melvin chuckled. “Very good. Keep this up and I may not have to hurt any of you. Wouldn't that be nice? The prize is the same. One of you gets to eat for as long as it takes the other two to suck me off.” He said it casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Yugi's fists tightened on his knees and he focused even harder on the marble floor.
“All you three have to do is jerk off. First one to finish wins.”
There was a second of stunned silence, and then Yugi made a sobbing noise.
Melvin frowned at him. “What, chibi's got a problem with this game, too? Don't you love games?” He sneered. “Being the king of them and all?”
“I wouldn't call your thinly veiled tortures and humiliations games,” Marik growled.
“Did I say 'King of Games,'” Melvin turned his glare on Marik, “or did I say 'Princess of Bitching?'”
The lavender eyes seethed, but Marik stayed silent and still.
Melvin tapped the Rod against his palm. “I don't think you three appreciate how nice I've been to you. I don't think you understand how much worse things could be.” He started pacing, slowly at first, but getting more animated and upset as he ranted. “Sure I have to feed you eventually. Sure I won't kill you on purpose. But I didn't have to give you this big, comfortable room. You don't need all of your fingers and toes and eyes and ears. I could mutilate you without killing you. I could cripple you without killing you! I could keep you all in little, dark, stone coffins, only pulling you out when I want to use your flesh and crush your souls! Maybe I should.”
None of them were looking at him anymore. Ryou finally murmured, just loud enough to be heard, “We're sorry. You've been very generous.”
“Oh, shut up!” Melvin snapped, knocking Ryou across the side of the head with the Rod. One of the wings sliced across his cheek. “Don't think I haven't noticed you coaching him along. I'm sure the chibi is perfectly capable of answering for himself.” Melvin stopped, looming over the short hikari. “Well?”
Yugi forced his tight chest to expand. “I didn't mean to... imply...”
Melvin squatted in front of him and lifted his chin with the Rod. Narrowed eyes smoldered.
“I'm...” Yugi gulped. “I'm...” He was in no mental state to do this, and he was afraid that Melvin would do something horrible to the others if he couldn't. Even if he tried and failed. But if he admitted that, Melvin would do something horrible just to tease him. “I'm sorry... I didn't mean to...”
Melvin smiled. “I almost hope you lose, panda bear. Those big, soft eyes of yours are so enticing when you cry.” He stood and leaned against the table again. “On three, little things. One. Two.” He grinned. “Three.”
Marik wanted to eat. He really did. His face flushed with embarassment and frustration. He could feel Melvin's eyes on him. Judging him. Laughing at him. He was sure Melvin remembered Marik's first encounter with the concept of touching himself. The caning of the backs of his hands and the lecture that only a woman's hands should ever touch him like that. That touching oneself was an act of pure vanity and how dare a tomb keeper be anything but humble. Ishizu blushing and pretending she hadn't heard the loud, angry ranting. There wasn't much privacy in that tomb. Marik had repressed those memories and feelings visciously, even almost forgetting them in his quest for vengeance, until he'd met Bakura. He tried to think of that electrifying smirk. Of the denim-clad hip cocked with a challenging arrogance that had made Marik want to rip off those jeans and reduce Bakura to a moaning, blushing mess. But on the tail end of that thought, the treacherous realization that he'd never taken that leap, and now he never would. He would never get to think about sex without the heady chill of fear gripping him. So Marik tried. He tried, he tried, he tried, but he just couldn't do it.
Yugi didn't want to give Melvin an excuse to hurt the others. He knew Melvin would always find an excuse, but he didn't want to be the one to give it to him. His stomach churned with anxiety. He didn't have any hang ups on the act of masturbation on its own. He'd done it before, in the shower, thinking about Tea in her gym shorts. Tea smiling and running toward him, waving, with sunlight glowing in her hair. That smile that was so big and full of life that it crinkled her eyes. He'd fantasized about kissing her cheeks and neck until she giggled that musical giggle. He'd wanted his first time to be with Tea, slow and fumbling and perhaps clumsy, but full of comfortable laughter. Not what had been done to him, fast and harsh and unforgiving. Not what had been done to her, cold and careless and vengeful. His body hurt. His heart hurt. The monster towered over him, thriving on his misery. Melvin would never stop hurting them. So Yugi tried, for the sake of the others, for the sake of appearances, but his heart just wasn't in it.
Ryou felt hollow and dull in the way that he'd usually felt when the Ring Spirit had pushed him out of their body. He cooperated because choosing not to never crossed his mind. That was the only thing to do when an entity more powerful than him made demands. Step back from himself and let his body do what needed to be done. He didn't have anyone to think about, which made finding a starting point difficult. He'd never had anyone to think about. There was not point in hoping to maintain a relationship that didn't have the Spirit's blessing, and the Spirit never blessed any relationship that wouldn't further his apocalyptic goals. When Ryou was present in his body and happened to be physically aroused, just getting to feel something was all the motivation he needed to finish. Sometimes the Spirit watched him impatiently while he waited for him to finish. Sometimes he made his presence less apparent. It didn't matter. He was used to being watched. He was used to clearing his mind and running purely on physical feeling. So Ryou tried, until with a hitch of his breath and a few stuttering moans, he Polloked the dark marble with white.
“Ha!” Melvin barked. “How did I know the broken suck-up would win?”
Ryou said nothing, hiding his pink cheeks behind his hair as his mind settled back into awareness. Until Melvin used his foot to lift Ryou's chin.
“Do you get off on this shit?” Melvin asked. “Being threatened into submission and told what to do?”
“I don't know,” Ryou answered in a shaky voice.
“We'll have spend more time seeing how deep this masochistic vein runs,” Melvin mused. “Stay as you are. All of you. Don't move.”
They heard him walk toward the area with the chains. Marik watched as much as he could, moving only his eyes. The other two clenched their hands in their laps. Melvin returned with two short chains that he fastened to the rings on Yugi and Marik's collars.
The tension in Yugi's chest increased until his arms tingled.
Tan fingers caught a lock of white hair and slicked down it, pulling just a little too hard. “Eat up, rabbit,” Melvin purred. Then he looked down at the other two. “Crawl with me.”
Marik gritted his teeth as he dragged himself along side Melvin. He could feel his doppelganger's eyes on his back. Scars torn through by scabs. What a mess he must be.
Melvin settled onto the same couch where he'd broken in Yugi and pulled the pair of hikaris close, so they knelt at either side of his legs. Violet eyes met lavender ones first. “What has it been... Four days? Five?”
The bronze hikari didn't even need to ask what he'd meant. His stomach screamed and begged and cried, though he fought to keep the pain off his face.
“You really need to step up your game, tartlet,” Melvin continued, wearing an expression of mild amusement. “You must be getting desperate to put something in your stomach.”
Remembering what they were supposed to be doing while Ryou ate, Marik's face flinched. The slip made the madman's eyes light up gleefully.
Melvin gave Yugi a sideways look and tugged at his collar. The short hikari pushed the black shendyt up to Melvin's stomach and started working him with one hand. Smiling now, Melvin addressed the bronze hikari again. “How far do you think you can push your stubborness? Until you starve yourself to death? Until I snap and do something you can't survive?”
“You'd rather watch me suffer than let me go,” Marik said softly. “You wouldn't let me die.”
“Are you sure? I have two other perfectly good toys to play with. I don't need you. You're only worth your level of amusement. If your existence becomes boring, what makes you so sure I'd continue to allow it? Dying would be the last amusement you could provide, and after that there would be nothing to miss.”
As the lavender gaze fell, he caught Yugi watching him with wide, wet eyes.
“Are you going to be amusing?” Melvin purred. “Or are you going to be boring?”
It wasn't a fight to win. It was a fight to survive. Bakura fought to survive for 3000 years without giving up. “Of course I don't want to be boring,” Marik muttered.
“Great!” Melvin turned his full attention to Yugi. “Show him how I like it, chibi.”
Yugi closed his eyes, leaned over his captor's lap, and took him past his gag reflex. He bobbed his head with short, fast motions. When Melvin finally let him stop, Yugi's face was red and his cheeks were wet. He couldn't watch Marik being subjected to the same fate, but he heard the bronze hikari trying to cough as Melvin forced his head down.
Marik finally came up, as much as the chain at his throat allowed, catching his breath.
A tug pulled Yugi's face close again, and for a long while it was all brushing tongues, cheeks, lips, and noses as Melvin made them work together. Toward the end, he let Yugi go so he could control Marik's head with both hands.
Marik made a muffled sound of frustrated disgust.
“Suck it down, princess,” Melvin laughed. “It's all your stomach's going to get today.”
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