Warning: Molestation and gore.
Chapter 6: Addicted to You
Part two
"I killed him."
The words echoed over and over in his mind like a pebble dropping in a chasm.
"You didn't." Marik whispered, his voice thick with denial and leaking rage.
"Oh, but I did~" Asad replied, his smile growing wide and heinous. "It shouldn't be any surprise, Marik. I've killed many people, and you never seemed to care."
"You fucker!" Marik snarled, earning a displeased glower from Asad.
"You're in no position to be throwing around insults like that." He replied coldly. He grabbed Marik by the front of the shirt, hoisting him off the bed as far as he could. "Listen, Hayaty, learn your fucking place. If you keep insulting me like this, I will just have to keep hurting you, until there's nothing left of you."
Marik grunted, though he glared venomously up at Asad before spitting in his eye.
Asad snarled again and threw Marik back against the mattress. He then smacked him across the face, though this time with longer nails, causing crimson streaks to follow. Marik let out a pained grunt, wanting to cup his stinging cheek, though his restraints made it impossible.
The other looked on with cold eyes before he sneered.
"We're leaving. I don't want to linger in this place any longer. Your connections with your so-called friends will merely be a distraction."
Marik stared, wide-eyed, as Asad left the room, not bothering to close the door. He could hear noises from somewhere nearby, predictably just him preparing to leave. Marik laid his head against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. He could hear his own heartbeat as the organ pumped quickly within his rib cage, due to shock, anger, or fear, he wasn't sure.
Perhaps all three. The shock of the whole situation was still leaving him with a sickening feeling in his stomach. He was, admittedly, afraid of where he was currently. He knew Asad could easily kill him, could easily kill his friends or family in order to get him to cooperate. It would be nothing for him to track any of them down and cut them down, possibly in a long and painful way, since he enjoyed the exhilarating act of murder.
On top of it all, he was fucking pissed. He was angry with himself for allowing all this to happen, to end up in a situation like this. He was angry Asad was doing this, to him of all people. What made him so desirable? He was just one single man among millions. He grew up in an uncomfortable but livable household, he was a mechanic, he had plenty of friends and siblings that loved him. He was just a normal man. And yet Asad was stubborn in his claim of loving him, of living for him.
He was sickened. He couldn't remain here. He didn't want to die. He didn't want anybody else to die on his account. Suddenly, he yanked at the binds and began to scream.
He screamed for Asad, the man he would likely be captive to for the rest of his life. He screamed for Bakura, whose life had been cut short. He screamed for himself, for his friends, for his siblings, who would never know what happened to him.
Maybe that was for the best.
His friends where always pitying him, always worrying for him. Perhaps if he was absent from their lives, he would no longer be a burden on their emotions. They would miss him at first, sure, but eventually they would forget. They would no longer worry. They would all move on, and his memory would be lost. His siblings would weep for him, but eventually they would move on as well. He knew, in the deepest realm of his heart, that they would never forget him, but it was best to think they would.
He screamed and screamed, until his throat began to hurt. He yanked uselessly at the binds, until his wrists began to bleed from the rope rubbing his skin raw. Asad came storming back into the room and slapped his palm over Marik's mouth.
"Shut up! Nobody is coming for you!"
But Asad did not understand. Marik had not been screaming for help, he had been screaming for himself. For everything he would lose, for his lost memory. He knew already knew what Asad was capable of, and that the likelihood he would return to his life was minuscule, if not nonexistent.
Marik stared up at Asad, his eyes devoid of emotion. There was a distant glow of frustration, but it was weak and hollowed; this man would be his everything once again. Only there was no escaping this time. Last time, it had been sheer luck that he managed to perform the exorcism on Asad. Months of being a mindless doll to the demon had lead him to lower his guard around Marik. But he would not fall for it a second time.
Asad reached over and began untying the knot. "Don't try running. You and I both know you won't get far." He warned before he leaned over Marik's body and untied his other wrist. He then grabbed Marik and pulled him up, meeting his lips in a sloppy kiss.
Marik let Asad kiss him. He let him push his slimy tongue into his mouth. He let those teeth nip at his lips until he was sure he was bleeding. With a growl, Asad pulled away and moved down, now kissing and biting at his neck. Marik let out a slight grunt, though it wasn't from pleasure, but rather disgust.
He stared up at the stained, popcorn ceiling as Asad assaulted his throat and roamed his filthy hands across his body. Marik felt foul, but he dare not move a muscle, not with those razor-sharp teeth so close to his jugular.
He could hear Asad's excited noises. He knew what was coming next. Blood and killing excited him like a sick fetish, and there was no getting around the fact he was going to have his way with Marik before they left. His disgusting fingers were already trailing towards the front of his pants. Marik wanted to vomit at the sensations. He didn't want to be here... he didn't want to feel any of this.
Whether Asad recognized his grunts and groans as ones of distaste or pleasure did not matter, he would have kept touching him regardless. He let out heavy breathes, completely absorbed in Marik's tense and battered body. He couldn't bare to watch what Asad was doing with him, so he closed his eyes. The most disturbing part however, was that he could feel it, he could smell the blood, he could hear Asad's grunts. Not seeing the revolting display was only one senses out of many assaulted ones.
He stared into the darkness of his eyelids, letting other images form. Ones of his friends, Yugi and Ryou, and even Honda and Jounouchi with their shit-eating grins that annoyed him on occasion. He could hear the pestering voice of his sister as well as the stoic tone of his brother. He could feel Bakura's soft skin, and his skillful hands dancing down his torso. There was comfort in each of these, but not enough to ignore Asad's hand wrapping around his flaccid cock. He let out another sickened grunt, hating how rough his calloused hands felt.
Suddenly, there was a distant rumbling, taking both their attention. It brought Marik to open his eyes again as Asad took his hand away from Marik and sat up, looking irritated that he had been interrupted from his task.
The rumbles grew louder with each passing second until suddenly dust and debris exploded from the ceiling. A blur among the dusty cloud came bursting from the hole, ramming right into Asad, sweeping him straight off the bed. The two slammed into the ground, the whole room creaking and groaning with the impact.
Marik coughed due to all the dust in the air and darted up, trying to see what was happening through the cloud of debris.
Massive black wings blocked most of what he could see, which shocked him, since he knew Asad's wings were golden. The two human-like blurs scrambled on the ground, both growling and spitting. He scrambled backwards along the bed and struggled to his feet, backing away from the fight, staring in absolute horror.
Finally, Asad got over his temporary shock and grabbed the opponent and easily flinging them across the room. Marik narrowly dove out of the way as the creature went crashing into the wall, creating yet another hole in the room that shook the foundation.
"I don't know how the fuck you survived..." Asad growled lowly as he rose up off the ground. "But I am going to make sure I fucking destroy you this time."
Marik was staring, wide-eyed, when he saw the newcomer rise up off the ground. Despite the wings and the horns and the incredible amount of blood spattered across his torn clothes and skin, he could recognize who it was without mistake.
"Bakura..."
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The demon didn't pay any attention to his human as he slowly approached Asad. "It's you who will be destroyed. I cannot be killed that easily." He spat. "it's insulting you thought that would kill me."
Asad snarled, his golden wings suddenly appearing from his back. Their shimmering might barely fit inside the small room. "You're nothing but an annoying, interfering, pest!" He roared, shooting across the room.
Bakura shot forward as well, meeting him halfway. The two clawed and tore at each other, blood spattering across the ground. Bakura was pissed. Swirls of red energy followed him as he slashed and bit at Asad. His fury was driving him onward, making him battle fiercely. He forced Asad back a few feet with his quick and angry strikes, which seemed to surprise Asad, but it didn't deter him.
"I can't believe you laid your filthy fingers on him," Bakura growled darkly. "I don't like it when other demons touch my things."
You came into my world like a cooling and cleansing wave
Before I, I knew what hit me baby you were flowing through my veins
Asad bared long fangs. "I'm getting fucking sick of you. This whole thing was amusing at first, but now it's annoying. I'm ending this now."
Energy whipped around him as he threw himself forward. This time, Bakura was prepared. In a nimble manner, he swiftly moved to the side, letting Asad crash into the wall. He wasted no time whipping around and barreling after him again, but Bakura would not allow it. He had a much cooler head now as he swiftly and easily dodged each mighty swing of Asad's fist and claws.
"Why. Won't. You. Fucking. DIE?!" Asad snarled
"I can't be killed by such a weakling." Bakura scoffed confidently, though in realty he knew Asad was far more powerful and could crush him. The only thing keeping him alive was his ability to keep a level head. He couldn't let himself lose control again.
Wile he hadn't been killed by that terrible wound inflicted on him, it had weakened him, and he wouldn't survive another wound like that again. Demons were only so immortal when it came to other demons.
"Weakling?! Look who's talking!" Asad barked, his claws narrowly missing Bakura by only a hair.
"All I know is that you can't land an attack on me." Bakura sneered arrogantly, hopping up onto the bed to swiftly to dodge the attack.
The room they were in could not contain such a vicious fight. There was a hole in the ceiling, and two in the walls. Bits of drywall covered the ground, and dust filled the air. The fight had to be wrapped up quickly, lest the whole apartment building collapsed in its decrepit state. Bakura kept this in mind as he launched an attack of his own, barreling right into Asad. Getting so close was risky, but necessary if he was to beat the other demon.
Asad snarled when claws met skin, but his wounds began healing almost instantly as he swung his fist at Bakura, managing to deck him right in the jaw, sending him flying towards the opposite wall. Another section of wall was wrecked as Bakura crashed through it and into the hallway. He wasted no time getting to his feet and rushing back into the room.
The other demon was ready for him. He swung his fist again, missing a few times, but as Bakura got in close, he managed to knock him in his jaw again. Bakura fell backwards, and before he could scramble back up, Asad shoved him to the ground.
"You! I fucking hate you!" Asad snarled, obviously at his wit's end. He lifted Bakura by the front of the shirt and slammed him into the ground again, drawing out a painful grunt. He kept slamming him into the floor repeatedly, hearing the cracks of his bone and creaks of the straining floor. The building couldn't handle so much structural damage, and despite his body's ability to heal, it couldn't handle so much damage either.
"Marik is mine. Not yours. Mine. I'm the one that had him first. I'm the one that pulled him from his stupid family and gave him everything he wanted." He hissed.
I'm addicted to you, hooked on your love
Like a powerful drug, can't get enough of
"You obviously have no idea what he wants."
Smack.
"And you think you do? You fucking, sniveling, low-ranked imp!" Asad roared. His voice had begun to waver, which made Bakura feel a bit cautious. He knew this demon was absolutely off his rocker to be so obsessed with a human. A crazed demon only made it that much more dangerous.
Suddenly, Asad wrapped his hands around Bakura's neck and squeezed, shutting off his air supply. While it brought an instinctual, panicked reaction, an incubus like him didn't need air to survive. However, if he squeezed enough, he could easily damage his neck, possibly even rip off his head if he so pleased. He could feel the pressure intensify, making him claw at Asad's arms and try to shove him off. The other demon was far too strong. He ignored the claw marks on his arms and the struggles, his eyes glowing with malice and hatred.
Bakura didn't even notice Marik was moving until suddenly, out of nowhere, a large chunk of wood came crashing down on the back of Asad's head. It hit with such impact bits of wood shattered everywhere. Since Asad had become momentarily dazed from the attack, Bakura used the opportunity to fling himself upwards and pin Asad to the ground, shifting their positions.
He summoned up what energy he could as he shoved Asad against the floor and dug his claws into his neck. The other male writhed and roared, his wings flapping wildly beneath him and his limbs flailing all about as he attempting to free himself. Keeping in his position proved to be a challenge, so he dug his claws in deeper, hearing gurgled curses as blood welled up from his throat.
There were very few ways for a weaker demon to kill a stronger one. Bakura was no stranger to using this method as he buried his claws deep into Asad'a flesh and began pulling with all his might. All of his anger towards this creature was channeled through his arms, giving him the necessary power to perform the violent act.
He heard a gargled screech as skin split and blood gushed. He didn't completely notice his own manic grin as he pulled and pulled, hearing the squishing, disgusting sound of flesh ripping from flesh. Asad clawed at him and pushed against his chest, trying to dislodge Bakura before it was too late.
His eyes were wide and disorientated, and his mouth was wide open in silent screams as blood bubbled from the back of his throat. There was a sickening crack, and like that, Bakura finished the act. Thick, crimson liquid and strings of flesh covered the ugly carpet. Bakura's check heaved, his claws covered in blood.
He looked up and met Marik's gaze.
Lost in in your eyes, drowning in blue,
Out of control, what do I do?
He appeared to be absolutely horrified. His expression was one of pure shock, his jaw slack, mouth open, and eyes nearly bulging. He took a shaky step back, but one of his legs gave out under him and he slithered to the floor with a thud.
"Marik?" He asked, startled. He got up, abandoning the headless body to crouch next to Marik. He didn't look to be in good shape. He was covered in cuts and scratches–most notably on his face and on his cranium, likely from debris. His wrists were also rubbed raw and his neck was severely bruised.
Bakura felt a very alien surge of fright move through him as he thought his human was dead. Upon checking his pulse, he felt one, though it was weak. He sighed in relief.
Despite his current state of being morbidly wounded, he easily scooped Marik bridal-style. With a final disgusted look at Asad's body, he limped from the room.
I'm addicted to you! [1]
[1] Addicted to you by Avicii.
You can tell violence and gore isn't my strong point. I tried, though! I guess that's what counts. XD
One more chapter!~ Which is already almost done.