Kindred Spirits: Reign of Terror

Kindred Spirits: Reign of Terror

Chapter Two: Intermission:

‘Shit.’ Karasu backed off as Kurama transformed into Youko, the smoke clearing from around the fox. “Marik! Why the fuck did you release him from your shadow power!? Shit.” The crow demon’s eyes widened and he jumped back and aside, dodging the plant Youko sent toward him.

“You said you didn’t need me help, Kara-chan. Prove it.”

“Damn you.”

-

Ten minutes later:

Karasu and Marik sat in solitude, surrounded by shadowy dense fog, the crow demon sporting bruises and gashes all over his body.

“Damn you, Marik—why the hell did you let him go? Fuck.”

“You angered me. Besides, I hoped to see some lemony action between you two—I didn’t think he’d forego the temptation and just try to kill you—especially in his state.”

“Of course he wants to kill me—the attraction is all on my side.”

“I wonder…” Marik muttered, ignoring Karasu. “Could he be into necrophilia?”

Karasu stared at the Egyptian, eyes wide in disbelief, both at Marik’s gall to suggest it and the possibility it might be true.

“Ah. If that’s true—Kurama and I are more alike than I thought.” Karasu breathed, staring at the sky, a vicious smile on his lips.

“Yes, well we won’t find out any time soon. We have other victims to fuck with.”

The crow demon glared at the Egyptian, his cold anger radiating from each pore.

“Excuse me—we are going back after the fox. I agreed to help you get who you wanted after we get Kurama.” Karasu growled, eyes narrowed, clawed finger pointed at Marik. “I’m not helping you with that Pharaoh of yours until we get the fox.”

Marik studied Karasu coldly for a moment before closing his eyes and conceding.

“We’ll go after Kurama before the Pharaoh—I agreed to that—I will do that. However….” Marik stood and walked past Karasu to the edge of the fog, by a towering dead oak next to a grey boulder. “I meant we do have others to fuck with first—in other words, we have company.”

“What? Someone’s there?” Karasu bristled, turning around to stare in the same direction as Marik. “Whoever’s out there—show yourself!”

The Egyptian glanced back at Karasu frowning at the crow’s lack of tact. It’d been best it they’d remained silent—oh well, you can’t have everything perfect.

“Show yourself, or I’ll….” Karasu seethed, sending his invisible bombs toward the direction he stared—he also sent bombs strategically all around, just in case.

An explosion from ahead caught his attention, and he expected to hear a scream of agony and pain, but instead a laugh filled his ears.

“Ha, ha. You think that’s enough to stop me?” The voice flew through the air as through the fog someone with long whitish blond hair and amused brown eyes stepped toward them. “I guess Marik hasn’t taught you enough. You could use a new sensei.”

Karasu narrowed his eyes to slits and sent more bombs toward the unknown intruder, straight towards him—they were about to strike when a glow radiated from the blond’s chest. The glow came from a gold ring hanging from a thread around the stranger’s neck, and without touching the bombs it exploded them, sending a shield around its owner protecting from the explosions.

“What the fuck? Who the hell….”

“Bakura, it’s you.” Marik drawled, smirking at Karasu’s frustration.

“Who’s your friend, Marik?”

“This is my pet, Kara-chan.”

Karasu glared at Marik, eyes glowing red in anger.

“I am not your pet, Rik-chan—You’re mine.”

“Watch it, Kara-chan or I’ll use my shadows on you again. Or if you really make me mad, I’ll get that Kurama of yours so he can finish what he started.”

“I’ll be able to fuck you up first, Rik-chan.”

“As interesting as this argument is, I’d like to know what’s going on here. What are you doing away from that forest, Marik? I went to find you but you weren’t there.”

“I decided to take a trip—a vacation you could call it.”

“You know you were banished there—if the Pharaoh finds out he’ll send you to a worse fate.” Bakura warned, seething out the word ‘Pharaoh’.

“What about you—you were supposed to be destroyed during your and the Pharaoh’s last duel. If he finds out you’re alive….”

“What’s he gonna do about it? He’s safely in the next world, partaking of the finest pleasures the gods could offer.”

“He’d find a way back if you became a threat again.”

Karasu, listening in silence for the past few minutes, perked up with the continued mentioning of the ‘Pharaoh’.

“Wait—Rik-chan, this Pharaoh you’re talking about, he’s the same one you want to dominate and fuck, right? How can you do that if he’s dead?” Karasu flicked his gaze from Marik to Bakura then back to Marik. “You don’t mean to go after his corpse, do you?”

“Heh, while that would be interesting….”

“Yes, that would be interesting—and disgusting.” Bakura shook his head as he spoke, looking away from his company as he imagined that scenario. “While I have nothing against necrophilia—you realize the Pharaoh’s body’s been dead for thousands of years. Even with mummification, there’s not much enticing about a corpse that old.”

“True, Bakura, quite true. I’m not thinking about his corpse though—I want him to be conscious of what I do to him. I want to call him back to the living world.”

“And how do you suppose to do that?”

“With your help of course. You need to draw the Pharaoh back to this world.”

“Why don’t you draw him out?”

“I could do that—but Bakura, if you want in on the action, you have to do your share of the work.”

“Um….”

“Hey, Rik-chan.” Karasu placed his hand on Marik’s shoulder. “How ‘bout we go after Kurama now. My wounds are healed enough—and you did agree to go after him first.”

“Who’s Kurama?”

“Kara-chan’s crush.”

“Really? Um…I think I want a taste—”

“Then you can join us in catching him—as long as you don’t want first dibs on him—I’m first….” Marik chuckled—then yelled in pain as an explosion blew his shoulder into a bloody mess. “What the fuck was that, Karasu?”

“I’M first, Rik-chan. Don’t you dare forget it—unless you want another taste of pain.”

“You…you didn’t even create a bomb that time—how…?”

“Ha, ha. Even my mere touch can be deadly. I don’t need to create bombs to explode things.” Karasu laughed, his hair strikingly electric blond. “Now if I was you, I’d rethink what I said.”

“Okay—you’re first. As long as I’m first with the Pharaoh.”

Before Marik could turn his gaze back to Bakura, a glowing, golden light surrounded him and pinned him to the ground. Rage and a tint of fear crowding into him, the Egyptian snarled as Bakura stepped up to him, his Millennium Ring glowing.

“If I help with your plans—I get first dibs on the Pharaoh.”

“Then fuck off, who needs your help?” Marik hissed, willing his shadows toward Bakura, his attention solely focused on the pale skinned teen.

Blue eyes glowing explosive red, Karasu willed the bombs he’d spread out toward the bound Egyptian, smirking the second before he saw the first one hit. A cherry colored gash appearing on the flesh after the explosion, a screamed curse of pain, and Karasu madly sought more suffering of his tan-skinned partner. Suffering and misery—torture as payback, and as an enticing play for his senses.

He stopped only when Marik’s dwindling strength drained his screams of volume—by then Karasu’s erection was enough to abandon his anger to lust.

“Ka…ra…su…you prick.” Marik, crimson gashed marring his limbs and sides, glared at the demon, face contorting in a mixture of pain, fear, and anger.

Lust gleaming in his eyes, Karasu, now beside Marik, kneeled down reaching his hand into the Egyptian’s pants. Roughly he wrapped his hand around Marik’s cock, stroking the shaft a few times—enough to bring the member to life.

Gasps escaping his throat as his cock hardened in Karasu’s hand, Marik’s heart beat expectantly, and his body heated with anticipated pleasure. True, Karasu was rougher, giving him less pleasure this time, but the pain, so entangled with lust in his subconscious, endowed the Egyptian with excitement just as pleasure did.

Viewing Karasu through half-lidded eyes, not disguising his pleasure or want, Marik sought the signs of lust in the demon—his heart beating harder when he found them—the erection straining against the demon’s black pants and the unmistakable look in Karasu’s eyes. Marik closed his eyes as the blood pumped through him, heating him up.

“Heh.” Karasu brought his free hand to Marik’s face, trailing a clawed finger down the tan cheek, leaving a red trail, to the rigid chin. The gash left in its wake poured crimson flow—deep but not dangerous. Cupping that chin in his hand, Karasu ripped Marik’s pants away with his other hand, and then freed his own erection.

Lips holding a dangerous smile that the Egyptian failed to notice, Karasu moved his hand from chin to throat, his pale fingers slipping around the copper neck with ease. Before Marik even thought to open his eyes to heed the danger he faced, Karasu squeezed the neck, pinning it in a steel grip, his blue eyes a vicious red.

His breath blocked, Marik’s eyes shot open, terror and the need of self-preservation moving all his actions. He struggled, forgetting the pain of his limbs as he tried prying Karasu’s hand away and, that failing, trying to push the demon off him. That failed too. He remembered his shadows only as darkness overtook him and unconsciousness lulled him into its void.

Feeling the Egyptian fall unconscious, Karasu removed his hand from that throat, noting the redness the choking caused. His erection harder than ever, with lust and greed circulating to every cell, Karasu plunged his member deep into Marik; Rough, hard, drawing blood in his ferocity.

He pounded into Marik’s unconscious body until the second before he came, pulling out and spilling his cum onto Marik’s abdomen. He then smeared the cum with his finger, which he then brought to Marik’s lips and plunged them into the Egyptian’s mouth.

His fingers cleaned, his body satisfied, Karasu backed away pulling up his pants as he watched for Marik’s breathing—he didn’t want him dead—not yet. Noting the slightest sign of life in his victim, Karasu turned away, forgetting his other company until footsteps drew his attention.

“What are you doing?” The demon demanded Bakura, his expression betraying nothing.

“You can’t have expected me to watch that show without feeling its effects.” Bakura replied, standing beside Marik, his hand in his pants grasped around his erection.

Understanding flashing in his eyes, Karasu chuckled and sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree.

“He’s your toy now—try not to break him.”

-

Marik awoke sore and sticky with blood, unable to move, his face uncomfortably pressed against the rough bark of a tree. Not just his face, he realized, his whole body reclined against the roughness—and his arms tied above his head, the offending rope wrapped around a branch of the tree.

“Karasu….” He hissed inclining his head to glance behind him expecting to see raven hair and cold blue eyes.

“Incorrect assumption.” Bakura replied, grabbing Marik’s hair and brutally pushing his face against the bark.

“Bakura.” Marik groaned in pain, exhaustion consuming his thoughts—he doubt he could conjure up the shadows to chase away the tomb-robber, he just wanted to rest. “Go. I don’t want to play any of your games.”

“Silence.” Bakura hissed, swinging a branch-switch down onto Marik’s bare back. Two more times the switch fell and then Bakura pressed himself against the Egyptian. Pressing his erection against Marik’s ass, Bakura brought his lips to the copper neck and trailed his tongue over the bruised flesh.

Marik shuddered under his touch, and shuddered again when Bakura sucked on the base of his neck, where it met his shoulder. A pleasure spot.

“Karasu denied you satisfaction.” Bakura whispered against Marik’s skin, bringing his hand to the latter’s abandoned erection.

“Ah.” Marik groaned, breath catching as pleasure swam through him heating up his exhausted body—dispelling his stupor with energy.

His hand stroking Marik’s erection, Bakura slid his fingers over the slit at the tip, smearing the precum over the heated member, lubricating it. His hand pumped Marik’s cock more smoothly afterward, bringing more pleasure and less discomfort to the copper skinned male.

Soon Marik was breathing hard against the tree, instinctively thrusting into Bakura’s hand searching for more friction—in response the pale-skinned male increased his strokes and brought the first two fingers of his hand holding the switch to Marik’s ass. Feeling the Egyptian’s orgasm approaching, Bakura penetrated the tight hole with his two fingers reaching deep to that bundle of nerves that sent shocks of pleasure through Marik’s body.

Moaning through clenched teeth, a delicious sound, Marik came, spilling his semen onto the tree. Pumping Marik’s cock through the throes of orgasm, Bakura removed his hands when the former’s pleasure peeked and fell—then he thrust his need into Marik.

Growling in pain, Marik felt the heat inside him thrusting, tearing him apart—rendering him listless in agony. Bakura penetrated him deeply, sending him reeling into unconsciousness.

Bakura released into the limp body, frowning at Marik’s loss of consciousness, but riding out the throes of orgasm nonetheless. Pulling out of the bloody, copper body, Bakura clothed himself then turned to where Karasu watched. Eyeing the demon’s lust coldly, the pale blond betrayed no emotion until he chuckled.

“Now, let’s go find that Kurama of yours.”