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Matter Over Mind	By : Iyasu Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 4334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Matter Over Mind

By Iyasu Destiny

One-shot PWP featuring the Isis/Marik (Fearshipping) pairing. Contains bondage and incest(not sure if you can call this incest). I do not own Mommy Strange by Seraphim Shock or Yu-Gi-Oh!.

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�Oh, forget it,� the Egyptian woman said as she threw the book that she was trying to read onto a coffee table. She rose from her soft black recliner and headed to the back bedroom where loud music was blaring. Storming into the room, she accidentally walked in on her little brother wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. �Oh, Ra...� she said, rolling her eyes.
�Hey! Isis, what gives? Get out!� Malik yelled as he clenched his towel tightly around himself.
Isis snorted. �I don�t know what you�re trying to hide, but turn the music down! While you�re at it, put some clothes on!�
�It seems to me that that�s what he�s trying to do,� a voice whispered hotly in her ear.
Isis closed her eyes as chills began to run along her spine. Quickly regaining her composure, she opened her eyes and turned to face the speaker as the stereo blared out, �Chains... Chains... Shapeshift...� It was Marik of course, walking around shirtless. Isis felt her cheeks begin to flush as she caught a full view of his chest, but she managed to fight it down. �It seems to me like you need to do the same,� she said, glaring at her brother�s Dark side to cover up her previous state.
Marik closed Malik�s bedroom door, grinning. �Now, Sister Isis, what is so wrong with not having a shirt on?�
She kept glaring at him. �I�m not your sister, and you know it. You were born from anger, and that is related to no one. Nothing�s wrong with it, it�s that, it�s just... you! I don�t want to see that!� Still, the music blared, �Chains... Chains... Goodbye...� She closed her eyes and crossed her arms. �That is the most screwed up song I�ve ever heard...�
Marik�s grin grew. �Remember now, you said it, not me.�
�Said what...?� Isis asked as everything went black.

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Sometime later, Isis awoke. Immediately, she knew that she was in a different place. Opening her eyes and looking around, she saw that she was in a room of some sort, the main theme appearing to be royal purple and black. The room appeared to be lit by black and royal purple candles. There was a royal purple canopy bed in the center of the room, with the curtains drawn. �Where am I?�
�You are in the Shadow Realm, Isis,� Marik�s voice answered.
Hearing the words �Shadow Realm�, Isis gasped with fear. She tried to move, but she quickly came to realize that she was held in place by shackles upon her wrists and ankles, pinning her to a wall behind her. She tried to break free, but her struggling was futile. �I thought that you�d changed, Marik!� she yelled in fear and frustration.
�I have,� he responded, appearing in front of her. She simply glared at him, not believing him. �Come on now, don�t look at me like that, even though you do look pretty cute when you�re angry.� She stopped glaring and looked surprised. Marik raised an eyebrow at her expression and remarked, �I can�t have been the first to tell you that, Isis.�
�You�re not,� she said flatly.
Marik nodded. �Didn�t think so. It�s because I said it.� Isis didn�t respond, nor did she look at him as she lowered her head. �I�m born of anger, remember? I�m related to no one, and yet everyone. Don�t worry.�
She still didn�t look at him as it dawned on her why she was here. Marik wanted her. �No... you�re - it�s like my brother is saying this to me!�
�Do I really look like Malik to you?�
Isis raised her head just enough to take a good look at his profile. To be completely honest, the only thing the two had in common were hair and skin color. Other than that, they looked like two completely different people, hell, they didn�t really look as if they were even remotely related at all. Marik�s eyes were darker, his grin more sinister. He is more muscular than Malik by a long shot, Isis thought as she unknowingly kept staring at his uncovered chest. �And here I was thinking that Kaiba was the sexiest thing alive...� she thought aloud, thinking that she was thinking it. �Wait, what I am thinking?�
Marik just had a knowing smirk on his lips the entire time. From the look in her eyes, he could tell that she like what she saw, although she would never admit it. He�d caught the looks that she gave him when she thought that he wasn�t looking. She just never caught him looking back. He went shirtless among other things to tempt her into action, but she had too much self-restraint. He would break her restraints without a second thought. Marik stroked her cheek gently before giving her a light kiss, just barely brushing her lips with his own.
The light touch was the only warning she had before she was kissed. The shock that ran through her at such brief contact was electric. She was torn between what her body wanted and what her mind wanted. �We shouldn�t -� she began, but was cut off by another kiss, this one mind-blowing. It effectively shut her brain down, letting her body go after what it wanted. As he drew the woman into the kiss, his hands were busy elsewhere. Having released her wrists from the shackles, he tied them together with a length of rope hanging nearby. Then, he released her ankles. Tossing her over his shoulder, he carried her to the canopy bed, pushed the curtains aside, and lay her across it on her stomach. �What are you going to-?� Isis asked, her eyes growing wide as she saw the black wooden paddle with holes drilled through it in his hands. �You�re not...�
�Oh, but I am,� Marik replied, his dark violet eyes sparkling with devilish glee. �Count off each strike.� Not giving Isis time to respond, he hit her on her backside -hard. She was so surprised that she gave a near-scream of pain. �That�s one, Isis,� Marik said, patting her butt with the paddle softly.
When she got over surprise, she began to count through clenched teeth. Somewhere along the line, the blows stopped hurting and began to feel quite good. The numbers began to be said in the middle of moans. Marik stopped after a while, and flipped her onto her back, smirking down at her. �You asshole,� Isis mumbled, her behind beginning to feel a bit sore.
�I didn�t hear you complaining,� Marik remarked.
�Well, I-� Isis began to blush, knowing that his words were true.
Straddling her waist, he whispered hotly into her ear, �Didn�t think you were the masochistic type. I learn something new about you every day.�
She closed her eyes as a shiver ran down her spine. �Marik...�
�Yes?� the spiky platinum-blonde teen answered to her plea. He began to kiss her neck, moving down to where her neck and shoulder met and biting down suddenly with his sharp teeth. Marik chuckled at Isis� cry of pain, and continued to do so as he licked the blood was sweet, tasting more like nectar than the usual coppery taste that blood had.
Isis moaned as she felt his tongue massaging away the pain and replacing it with pleasure. Pain and pleasure, an erotic mix. She whimpered when Marik pulled away her neck to kiss her. She kissed back fiercely, communicating her arousal to him. After breaking their kiss, she fixed him with a needy gaze in her sea-green eyes. �Please... untie me... I need to touch you...� she begged.
Marik couldn�t resist her, although he wanted to. He had taken up his Rod and slashed through her bonds before he had realized it. It was all the opening that Isis needed. With a sudden burst of strength, she reversed their positions. Using his own trick against him, she distracted him with a kiss long enough to bind him to the bedposts. With that done, she climbed off the bed and stood in front of him. Suddenly, she was wearing a long navy-blue skirt that sat extremely low on her hips. It also had a very high split on each side. It was almost see-through, with a matching top that just covered her breasts. Smiling seductively at him, she began to dance a very sensual dance. As her hips slowly moved from side to side, Marik got more and more aroused. �You minx,� he growled. �When I get free, I�m going to fuck you so hard that you won�t be able to walk straight.�
Not even pausing in her dance, the woman replied, �My thoughts exactly.� Having said that, Isis did a particularly erotic step while looking at him and licking her lips slowly. Marik groaned softly, trying not to watch her, but failing miserably. Finishing up the dance, Isis climbed onto the bed and straddled Marik�s waist, rocking her hips against his after doing so. Isis gave him a smirk that resembled his own extremely and asked innocently, �Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Marik?� She did it again, feeling his length pressed up against her. Leaning forward, she kissed him briefly before moving down to his chest and slowly licking one nipple while brushing her fingertips across the other just slightly. Both hardened from the contact. She then mimicked her actions to the other nipple. Smiling innocently, she placed one fingertip upon his chest, and gently ran it down his body until she reached the waistband of his pants. Then, she teased him by running her finger along the inside of his boxers, ducking it inside at some points, not doing it at others. Marik groaned again, louder this time. Isis said nothing, but rose up slightly, just enough to remove her clothing.
While Isis had been dancing, Marik had been slipping out of his bonds. Now, as she was removing her clothing, he slipped free. Pulling a surprised and naked Isis close, Marik said, �You should work on your knots.� Isis only replied with a knowing smile, a twinkle in her eyes that proved that she had wanted him to get free. He flipped them over so that he was on top, moving back as to allow an eager Isis to unbutton and unzip his pants. His pants, followed by his boxers, were tossed away and quickly forgotten. Isis gasped at his size, before her lips curved into a smile. �I see that you like,� Marik commented. A wink was all the warning Isis got before Marik slammed into her hard.
Isis gasped as she was stretched outside her comfort zone by Marik�s size. She adjusted quickly to being filled by him as he hit a spot inside her that cause her to see stars and moan loudly. He continued to hit that spot, listening to Isis� moans increasing in volume exponentially. She wrapped her legs around Marik, pulling him closer, taking each thrust deeper inside her. Feeling his release approaching, Marik sped up his pace, driving himself harder. Isis let out an earth-shattering cry as her climax washed over her. Not being able to hold out against the clenching of her walls around him, Marik reached his peak, releasing his seed inside her. He pulled out and lay beside her, their breathing being the only sound in the silent room. After a while, Marik asked, �Was it worth it?�
�Worth what?� Isis asked.
�Was it worth doing even though I�m your brother�s Yami?� Isis didn�t answer, she just leaned closer to Marik and kissed him tenderly. When the kiss ended, he said, �I�ll take that for a yes.�
Isis giggled and replied, �You can, or I can just proved to you it was. And... who�s telling Malik about our new... development?�
Marik grinned evilly. �He already knows. I suggest that you keep away from him for a while. He�s thinking dirty thoughts about his sister and hasn�t an idea why. He�s liable to act on them until he realizes that the thoughts aren�t his.�
�And just what have you been thinking about me?�
�Want to find out?� Isis nodded, and the two shared a heated kiss, the embers of their passion igniting into full flame once again.
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