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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 draped his arm across his eyes, nursing a headache. He wouldn't have even noticed the sound at the door if the other two hadn't hopped up and run to kneel on the floor. Marik rolled off the pile of pillows and pushed himself to his feet. He saw Melvin turn Ryou's face and stroke his scabbed cheek with a thumb. Then the madman straightened up and crossed his arms. His face fell to an impatient neutral as he waited for Marik to join them.
"Getting pretty hungry, aren't you?" Melvin grinned as Marik fell into place at the end of the row.
Marik just nodded.
"Well guess what," Melvin said, cupping Marik's face in both hands.
"We're going to play a game?" Marik mumbled.
"Mhm..." Melvin purred, nodding. "You should be relieved. I've actually decided to be merciful." He crouched, pulling Marik's face close to his. "You know your turn is coming," he breathed as he dug his thumbnails into the bronze cheeks. "I want you strong and alert for what I'm going to do to you. It wouldn't be any fun if you passed right out." He stood and reached into the bag on the table. Then he held an orange out over Marik's head.
The bronze hikari hesitated. He reached for it slowly. When Melvin pulled it out of his reach and tilted his head, Marik sighed. Mustering as much sincerity as he could, he cupped his hands in front of him and said, "Thank you."
Melvin's face tightened, but he dropped the fruit into the waiting palms.
Marik's heart lurched. His damaged fingernails scrabbled at the waxy surface for a bit before he impatiently tore into the rind with his teeth. Once he had enough fruit revealed, he bit into it like an apple. The beads of pulp popped between his teeth, flooding his mouth with sugary juice. He ate quickly without caring how undignified he might look. He was scared Melvin would take it away from him.
But Melvin only watched, waiting, wearing that faintly amused expression. When Marik finally looked up, licking juice off his fingers, Melvin said, "Are you ready to pay attention?"
The bronze hikari rubbed his hands on his lap and said nothing.
Melvin spent a few moments eyeing the pale hikari. "Princess?" He finally said. "What do you think of the rabbit?"
Marik blinked and looked at the other end of the line. "Ryou?" He asked uncertainly. "Um... I don't know..."
"He looks a lot like him, doesn't he? A little softer around the edges, but..."
"They did share the same body," Marik pointed out in a low voice.
"And you liked that body," Melvin responded. "Don't pretend you didn't. I know. So what do you think of the weaker Bakura?"
Ryou kept his face carefully blank and his eyes on Melvin's feet. Yugi kept his head down, but his eyes darted nervously between the three individuals around him.
"His attitude is different. It makes his face different," Marik answered noncommittally.
Melvin nudged Ryou with his foot. "Make a Ring Spirit face."
Given the overall topic of the conversation, Ryou was happy for an excuse to scowl at his captor, even if the only response he got was a laugh.
"This is how the game is going to work," Melvin finally explained. "The tartlet gets a pass because he needs to eat anyway. Besides, you two are much better at following directions. I'm sure your attempts to win will be much more interesting. Chibi pharaoh will blow me. Chibi thief..."
Marik's eyes widened.
"...will blow the princess. The conditions for winning should be obvious, so let's just get on with it." He hooked two fingers through the ring on Marik's collar and pulled him to his feet. Gripping Marik's waist wrap with one hand, he used the other to shove Marik back against the edge of the table.
Marik stumbled and caught himself, suddenly naked. He knew Ryou wouldn't, couldn't, say no. Marik cringed. They'd repressed a lot of their differences out of necessity the last few days. Neither of them needed to have it forced into the open like this.
Ryou wasn't going to say no, but compliance was a struggle this time. Submitting to Melvin didn't matter. Being physical with Marik, even or especially by force, was a major complication. He crawled up to Marik anyway. Tried keeping his eyes below his waist and pretending he was Melvin, to see if it would help. As he raised a hand to touch him, however, Marik gasped and flinched back.
"You really need to work on your gratitude, little thing," Melvin hissed. "I gave you your favorite, didn't I?"
The bronze hikari gripped the table as he felt a hand grip his shaft. He stared at the light fingers against his dark skin. A hand exactly like Bakura's, with a touch entirely unlike Bakura's. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Thank you," he forced out. He heard Melvin chuckle as he felt a warm mouth close over him. The tan chest lurched. Ryou obviously wasn't as skilled or creative as Marik always fantasized Bakura would be, but his efforts definitely didn't feel bad. Aside from the sadness and subsequent guilt of wishing there was a different albino down there...
Yugi tried to focus on undressing and pleasuring Melvin, but his mind wandered frantically. Twice now, in just about a week, he'd used them to harm each other. Melvin's abuse was one thing. The three prisoners still had to look each other in the eyes after he left. Food, companionship... He was weaponizing their only comforts. As Yugi nosed into Melvin's pubic hair for the third... fourth... time...? He wondered what the next escalation would be. Melvin loved reminding them that things could be worse.
"You are getting so good at this, chibi," Melvin purred. "I'll have that gag reflex fucked right out of you in no time."
Ryou heard the hitch in Marik's breathing and hazarded a peek at his face. He was hard in Ryou's mouth, but he looked like he was holding back tears. Like he was lost in a hopeless dream. As much as Ryou hated the Spirit, he almost pitied Marik. Marik's demon was trying to destroy this... thing. This... fantasy... that the bronze hikari held dear. Then he realized he had the power to do something good for Marik, and their tyrant of a god couldn't beat him for it because he was just playing the game.
The grip on Marik's cock tightened. Marik opened his eyes and found himself staring straight into Ryou's. The pale hikari leered coyly, boldly maintaining eye contact as he sucked one of Marik's balls into his mouth. The boldness startled him. It was a very Bakura thing to do. On his knees, unashamed, still wielding all the control. Marik let out a startled moan as the albino redoubled his efforts. Bakura... If he blurred his focus and concentrated on his fantasy, he could almost see Bakura... He moaned softly, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to stifle the sound. He didn't want Melvin to notice and ruin it.
Ryou put his hands on Marik's hips, holding the glazed lavender gaze as he sucked and stroked with his lips. Eventually, with another swallowed moan, Marik's jizz glazed his tongue. Ryou sat back on his heels and wrinkled his nose. He floundered for a minute and then spit into his palm. A low chuckle drew his attention to Melvin.
"Two in a row," Melvin leered. "You're on a roll, rabbit." When Yugi drew back to look sideways at the other two hikaris, Melvin yanked Yugi's hair and forced his cock into Yugi's throat. "I didn't say stop," he hissed as he watched Yugi choke and struggle. Still holding Yugi in place, he addressed Ryou. "Eat quickly. It's going to be bath time soon."
Ryou wiped Marik's cum on his thigh and pulled out the first piece of fruit his hand closed around. A pear that he scarfed down as Melvin hammered Yugi's throat as hard and fast as leverage would allow.
When it was over, Yugi collapsed to his hands and knees gasping to fill his lungs. The air grated in his abused throat and cum drooled from his mouth.

Things were quiet most of the next day. Ryou and Marik didn't know what to say to each other. Marik fumbled out half of an apology that Ryou interrupted with a rushed acceptance and dismissal, and then two spent the rest of the day awkwardly avoiding each other. Yugi tried to fill the silence and keep things together, but after Melvin's especially rough treatment he couldn't say more than a couple words before the pain became unbearable.

Melvin returned wearing his usual smug expression. The hikaris lined up on their knees in front of him, trembling like puppies waiting to be kicked. Something particularly dark and excited glimmered in the violet eyes.
"Hm..." Melvin reflected, rolling the Rod between his fingers. "Let's start with a quick game of Melvin Says. Melvin says... raise your hand if you're scared."
Yugi's hand went up. Ryou's followed a second or two behind.
"Really?" Melvin chuckled. "All right. Melvin says... raise your hand if I've already raped your sorry little ass."
The three of them shared a nervous gulp as Ryou and Yugi raised trembling hands into the air.
"So let's try this again. Melvin says raise your hand if. You're. Scared."
This time Marik joined the other two.
Melvin laughed. "That's what I thought. Last question. Melvin says... raise your hand..." He grinned, watching Marik sideways. "If I'm about to rape your sorry little ass."
There was a much longer pause. Ryou and Yugi peeked sideways at Marik, eyes wide. Breathing heavily, Marik raised his hand ever so slowly.
"Mhm," Melvin purred. "Now stand up and bend over the table."
When Marik took too long to get his feet under him, the madman grabbed his neck and pulled. Then he shoved the bronze hikari face-first onto the table. The larger body leaned over him as Melvin clipped chains to the cuffs on Marik's wrists.
The violet glare turned on the others. "Pale thing. Go get some oil from the bath cabinet. It doesn't matter which one."
Ryou bit his lip, but he hopped up to obey.
"Chibi. Fasten his ankles to the table legs."
With the nauseating anxiety already rising, Yugi pulled Marik's legs open and secured him as Melvin directed. By that time, Ryou returned with a flask of oil.
Melvin discarded his shendyt as he spoke. "Oil my cock," he commanded Ryou. Once he had the pale hikari kneeling in front of him, he commanded Yugi to undress Marik.
Spread eagle and bent at the waist, Marik set his jaw. He couldn't fight Melvin off. He thought about refusing to cry out, but Melvin's threats about being 'boring' rang in his ears. The madman stepped up behind him. A palm landed at the base of Marik's spine, ran up his back, and then fingers tightened in his hair.
"You're probably wondering why I chained you and not the others," Melvin said. "It's for your own safety, really. What I'm about to do is very delicate. It would be a shame if I slipped and caused permanent nerve damage." He released Marik's head and unsheathed the Rod. "I know you have a tendency to space out during these sorts of things, so we're going to play a simple, little game to keep you focused."
Marik's eyes went round with horrified realization. He struggled in his bonds.
"I want you to count my thrusts, out loud, as I fuck you. Just to make sure you're still with me."
"No, no, no..." Marik whimpered.
"Don't worry, tartlet. I'll go slow, to make it easy."
Marik shuddered as Melvin penetrated him with a single, steady stroke. "Please, no... Not again..."
"That was one, princess. Say it."
Marik's shoulders hitched as he pressed his face to the table.
"Say it! Or I'll put you in the dark!"
"O-one..." Marik whimpered.
Melvin repeated the motion.
"Two..."
"Good princess." He kept up the slow, smooth strokes as he contemplated the scarred, scabbed canvas in front of him. Some of the lash marks had begun to heal, but all they did was slightly mar the image beneath. "If I do this all at once, you'll lose too much blood. We'll have to do it in pieces. Let's start with... Slifer."
Tears pricked the corners of Marik's eyes when he felt the sharp chill on his flesh. "Six..." he whispered. Then he screamed as the blade carved under his skin.
"The numbers," Melvin reminded with a musical lilt.
Marik's mind raced. "Se... Seven?" Had this been what Odion felt? He was sure Melvin would've at least tried to keep Odion alive when he... "Eight! Oh gods!"
"There's only one god that matters now," Melvin hissed, peeling back the paper thin bit of skin as the razor sharp Item sliced incrementally through the tissue underneath. Once he finally had it free, he pressed deep into Marik's ass and leaned over him, dangling his prize between two fingers. "See? Only two left."
Marik sobbed and turned his face away. His blood. That was a lot of his blood.
"What do you say?" Melvin purred.
"Th- tha..." Marik shuddered. "Thank you..."
Beaming with delight, Melvin straightened up and looked at the pair of hikaris behind him, kneeling dutifully in position without even being asked. "Here's your god card, chibi pharaoh," Melvin teased.
The blood made a wet, smacking sound on the floor as the piece of Marik's tableau landed inches from Yugi's knees. The short hikari moaned, but he didn't dare move from his spot.
Melvin laughed. "Let's do Obelisk next. I want to save Ra for last..."
Marik continued screaming out numbers as Melvin continued carving away at his back. The bronze hikari's voice was already rough and raw by the time Obelisk joined Slifer. It was a wonder that his sick doppelganger could even understand the numbers at all by the time all three of the tattered gods had collected on the floor.
Bracing his hands on the table, Melvin fucked Marik faster. The bronze hikari stopped counting in favor of weeping uncontrollably. "We're going to have to let those heal for now, but don't you worry," Melvin breathed. "I'll help you get ride of all those nasty marks eventually."
"Thank you..." Marik whimpered without prompt.
The response delighted Melvin. He pounded his former host hard enough to shake the table. Chains clanked and jingled. The madman panted like a dog, lolling tongue and all. Lustful growls mingled with pitiful sobs until Melvin announced his orgasm with a gasped, stuttering cackle.
Marik squirmed in the chains as he felt the invasion withdraw. His joints were sore from struggling. His pelvis was probably bruised from being rammed repeatedly against the edge of the table. It was nothing compared to the wet, sticky, fire consuming his back, though.
Melvin surveyed his toys, a truly happy smile gracing his lips. Each of them, exactly as broken in as he wanted. The possibilities moving forward were as endless as they were exciting.
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