Notes: Late XMas present for Wind, whether she likes it or not, since it's her fault. XP Also, I'm purposefully using 'hikari' and 'yami' in this fic, I realize that those wouldn't be the canon terms, I just felt they fit the mood better.
Warnings: Oh man... oh man, the warnings. Um. Yaoi, shota, blood, S&M, bondage... maybe that covers the big stuff... I think? Just generally pretty fucked up. But it's happy, I swear. ;_; Romance story. >_>; It is.
Disclaimer: YuGiOh, its characters and everything don't belong to me. They're used with love (dirty love) and respect (really!)
Little Purple Malik
Once upon a time, there was a very sweet little boy who was known for wearing a purple cloak wherever he went. His older sister had given him the cloak, and told him it would protect him. Thus he became known as Little Purple Malik.
Little Purple Malik lived with his father, who was a very cruel man and made Malik do hard chores day in and day out, with no time to play with the other children! Malik would have hated his father, but he was too young and innocent to know how to 'hate' someone.
Malik's sister had moved out when she'd gotten old enough, and now lived far off in the woods. Some people had accused her of being an evil witch because of rumors that she could see into the future, but Malik didn't believe any of it. After all, she'd given him his lovely purple cloak!
One day Little Purple Malik's father came to him and said, "Little Purple Malik, you must go see your sister in the wood. She will listen to you before anyone else, and you must convince her to give up her evil ways and move back to town and get married, like a proper lady. Take her this magic rod as an offering; it's been in our family for generations. If she will return, she can have it."
Little Purple Malik took the strange gold rod from his father and smiled. "I'll do just that," he said sweetly, and he put on his cloak and left the house, carrying the magic rod in his hand.
The woods were a mysterious, dark place, and no one with any sense would venture there alone. However, Little Purple Malik was too young and innocent of heart to know such things, and his father cared too little for him to say so.
As Little Purple Malik walked down the path between the towering trees that blocked out the sun, he noticed some golden flowers growing just off in the grass. Excited to see the delicate beautiful things, he skipped merrily over to them and began picking them and lacing them into a crown to wear, because he thought that if he had these beautiful things in his hair, he might be beautiful, too. But there simply weren't enough of the flowers to finish it.
Still, only a few steps further off were some more flowers, and a few steps off from that were even more. Little Purple Malik continued following them deeper and deeper into the forest, and farther and farther off the trail, until he finished the crown. He sat it on his head and smiled, feeling very beautiful and pleased with himself.
"Have you lost the path, little boy?" a strange voice asked from between the trees.
Little Purple Malik cocked his head and blinked. "Have I?" he asked before looking around and realizing that he was indeed lost. "I have!" His eyes began to fill with tears, for he had no idea what to do to find his way.
"I can help you find the path, little boy," the voice said, and the man it belonged to stepped forward from the shadows. He was a tall, attractive man, with beautiful hair, Little Purple Malik thought, and he looked oddly similar to himself, as if they were cousins. "I can help you find the path."
Little Purple Malik smiled at the strange man and nodded. "Thank you! I would appreciate it very, very much! I must find my sister's home!"
The man smiled widely, showing his glinting sharp teeth. Little Purple Malik thought those were beautiful as well, and far shinier than his own. "How will little boy pay me?"
Little Purple Malik frowned for a moment, then reached up and lifted the flower crown from his head. "You can have this! I just made it myself!" He was very proud of his flower crown, indeed.
The man stepped forward and took the flowers, then narrowed his eyes and fisted his hand, crushing them. The crown fell apart and flowers fluttered in pieces back to the ground. "I want blood."
Little Purple Malik was far too innocent and young to be frightened, or to understand what the strange man meant. 'Blood' was not a word he knew, he simply felt bad that his crown had not been good enough for payment, and nodded. "Okay, I promise! Just help me find the path!"
The man smiled a twisted smile, and a vein throbbed in his forehead. "Whatever I want?"
"Yes," Malik said, pleased that the man was so happy as to make a face like that.
"This way, little boy," the man said, and led him back through the woods to the path from which he'd come.
Once they reached the path, Little Purple Malik curtseyed to the man and asked him if he should take his payment now, or later.
"Later," the man said, and he licked his lips.
Little Purple Malik smiled and waved at him before continuing on his way to his sister's house.
"Come in," said a gruff voice that sounded not very much like his sister, when he knocked on the door.
Little Purple Malik entered the cabin and cocked his head. "Sister, you don't seem right. Your hair is yellow like mine, and your eyes are strange."
"The better to see you with," the man said, for it was the same strange man from the woods in disguise as Little Purple Malik's sister, and he was hiding in her bed under her covers!
But Little Purple Malik was far too young and innocent to think that anyone would ever try to play a trick on him, so he walked closer to the bed. "Are you feeling well, sister? Your lips are thin and pale!"
"The better to kiss you," the man growled out, sounding nothing like Little Purple Malik's sister at all.
Little Purple Malik was far too young and innocent to suspect anything, even now, so he came to a stop at the side of the bed and smiled at his sister, holding out the magical rod. "Father has asked me to bring you this, sister. He says you may have it if you come home."
The man's eyes widened and he reached out and took the rod, letting out a low chuckle as he did so.
Little Purple Malik gave him a worried look. "Are you well, sister? Your hands... they're so big and rough!"
"The better to touch you with," the man said in a low growl, and he lurched forward and snatched Little Purple Malik off the floor and pulled him into the bed.
Little Purple Malik let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden attack, and lay on the bed looking up at the man, suddenly understanding. "You're not my sister at all; you're that kind man from the woods."
"I want my blood," the man said, his expression twisting into a sadistic grin. "Your sister isn't home, so little boy will pay me now."
Little Purple Malik grinned sweetly, still having no idea what this 'blood' was, just that it meant 'payment' if he understood the strange man properly. "You can have your 'blood' now, then," he said, knowing that a debt must always be paid. He cocked his head and blinked his large eyes at the man. "What may I address you as, since I'm giving you this 'blood'?"
The man's grin broke into a smile and he laughed an evil, twisted laugh. "Yami."
Before Little Purple Malik could say a thing to show his confusion, the man had already grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, exposing his young tan flesh. Little Purple Malik squealed in surprise, embarrassed and confused.
Yami ripped and ripped until all of the shreds of Little Purple Malik's shirt were destroyed, and then he took a long shred of the cloth and tied it around Little Purple Malik's mouth, gagging him.
Little Purple Malik whimpered around the cloth and trembled, finally scared, and he struggled weakly against Yami's larger, stronger body.
Yami then undid Little Purple Malik's pants and grabbed them, along with some of Little Purple Malik's skin, and yanked down, scratching him from his hips all the way down to his feet as he ripped the pants from Little Purple Malik's little body.
Little Purple Malik pulled his legs together, his eyes flowing with large tears from the sudden pain. He didn't like the pain; it wasn't something he liked at all. His father hurt him, but never like this, never badly enough to make his skin angry and red and torn.
Yami grabbed Little Purple Malik's thighs and yanked them apart, digging his long sharp, delicately manicured nails into the soft tan flesh, until it began to drip with blood.
Little Purple Malik began to sob, and he covered his eyes with both hands, hoping that Yami would stop and leave him alone.
"Watch, little boy, watch," Yami said in a suddenly happy sounding voice. "Watch
me," he said, sounding almost child-like. He grabbed Little Purple Malik's
wrists and yanked them over his head, tying them there with another scrap of
cloth.
Little Purple Malik's eyes were large and he started into Yami's, still sobbing.
Yami stared back at him in confusion. "Is little boy sad?"
Little Purple Malik nodded hesitantly.
Yami frowned slowly. "Who made mine sad?"
Little Purple Malik's eyes widened. His?
"Mine shouldn't be sad... mine..." Yami smiled again. "Mine beautiful... light... hikari..."
Little Purple Malik felt a strange shudder go down his spine at the sound of those words. Beautiful? Him?
"Hikari will be more beautiful soon... soon... with pretty, pretty blood," Yami smiled a large, open mouth smile, showing his sharpened, beautiful teeth. "Does Hikari want to be pretty?"
Little Purple Malik felt the painful stinging from the wounds on his body, and the horrible taste of the cloth in his mouth, but Yami's eyes pulled him in, and held him there. Before he knew what he was doing, Little Purple Malik had nodded in agreement.
Letting out a strange, hoarse laugh, Yami dug his nails into Little Purple Malik's collarbone and dragged his hands down, leaving deep gashes down his chest and stomach.
Little Purple Malik arched his back and let out a long scream, muffled by the gag, and shuddered. He began to cry again, the pain was too much for such a little boy.
Yami's crazed expression softened slightly, and he reached up and stroked a bloody hand across Little Purple Malik's face, leaving a dark red mark there. "Now Hikari is even more pretty. Even more beautiful. My Hikari."
Little Purple Malik felt that strange shudder again, and his body began to get warm. 'This is beautiful? I'm beautiful?' he thought, his mind dizzy from the pain.
"Beautiful Hikari, beautiful," Yami murmured, and he ducked his head and began to lick the blood from Little Purple Malik's chest.
Little Purple Malik whimpered, the sensation stung, but it only added to the strange warm feeling in his body. 'I'm beautiful,' he thought. 'I'm beautiful like this. I like being beautiful.' Little Purple Malik lifted his head and watched as Yami licked the deep bleeding wounds on his chest, and he wondered at what this exquisite looking man was doing to him, and if he should really be enjoying it.
Little Purple Malik gasped loudly when Yami stopped to suck the blood from his nipple, and the heat that had been rising in his body suddenly surged together in one place; between his legs. He felt dizzy, and he whimpered. The loss of blood, the feeling of being 'beautiful' for the first time in his life, and the strange warm caresses of Yami's fingertips and nails were too much for his little body to take.
"Hikari is hard," Yami said in an odd tone of voice, staring down at Little Purple Malik's small erection. "Hikari feels good."
Little Purple Malik was confused, he didn't understand what was happening to his body, but when Yami placed a hand on his small erection and squeezed, the pain from the wounds suddenly completely changed, and every scratch on his body suddenly felt amazing, as if they were sources for some kind of pleasure that he'd never known existed.
"Does Hikari want to feel good?" Yami asked, beginning to look a bit crazed again. "Yami can make Hikari feel very, very good."
Little Purple Malik nodded, only wanting more of that feeling, more of that wonderful sensation of being 'beautiful.'
Yami let out a pleased murmur, and shoved Little Purple Malik onto his stomach so that his back was exposed. Yami then grabbed the magical rod, and with the sharp, pointed end of it, began to scratch out a strange pattern into Little Purple Malik's back.
Little Purple Malik knew that he should be crying. Little Purple Malik knew that he should be in horrible pain. But Little Purple Malik could only feel warm, hot, hot all over, and especially between his legs. Little Purple Malik's eyes wanted to shut, but he kept them open, wanting to watch as the pretty, pretty red stuff ran down his sides and onto his sister's clean white sheets. He liked the pretty red stuff; Yami said that it made him beautiful. He liked being beautiful.
Yami seemed to have finished the carving, and licked the blood off of the end of the rod before pressing it against Little Purple Malik's ass. "Hikari will feel very, very nice now."
Little Purple Malik arched his back and his eyes widened sharply at the feeling of the sharp rod being shoved deeply into him. An overwhelming feeling of heat flowed over him, and the wounds on his body sizzled.
"Hikari likes it? Hikari will be pretty now... the rod is special, special toy for mine. Special toy that only I can use on mine Hikari," Yami said, murmuring on and on about the rod, and its powers, and something about his soul, but Little Purple Malik didn't care. All he cared about was that heat, that horrible, wonderful, stinging, aching heat.
Sobbing, Little Purple Malik spread his legs, wanting the rod to come out, wanting the rod to go deeper, wanting everything to continue but wanting it to stop.
Yami sighed and pulled the rod out, ducking his head to lick the blood that was dripping from Little Purple Malik's small entrance. "Hikari tastes nice... Hikari feels nice... Hikari will pay the debt now..."
Little Purple Malik heard someone shriek, but he was far too lost in the sensation of suddenly being thrust into by Yami to know it was his own voice. Yami was hotter, and thicker, and much nicer than the rod. Yami's hands grasped Little Purple Malik's hips and dug in, leaving more of those wonderful, horrible bleeding scratches there. Yami thrust quickly, panting hard and staring down at Little Purple Malik's body as he took his payment.
Little Purple Malik whimpered, the heat was far too much, the ache between his legs was much worse, and his fingers dug into the bloody sheets, clinging tightly as much as he could, although it was hard to grip them because they were so wet with the lovely red stuff.
"Pretty, pretty, beautiful Hikari," Yami purred into his ear as he thrust harder. "Pretty, good, Hikari... be good, Hikari, be good for me..." And with those words, Yami reached down and grasped Little Purple Malik's small erection and squeezed as hard as he could.
Everything went blinding white, and a wave of horrible pleasure, and wonderful pain washed over Little Purple Malik's body before he collapsed onto the bloody sheets and passed out.
When Little Purple Malik awoke, his sister was standing over her. She had a look of pure horror on her face, and she seemed to want to run away in fear instead of help him up.
Little Purple Malik blinked slowly at her, the ache in his body a sort of numb warmth that comforted him. "Sister? What is wrong, sister?"
"What... what have you done to yourself?!" she shrieked, backing away. "You... you used the... the rod... that rod is dangerous, Little Purple Malik, you shouldn't have..."
Little Purple Malik sat up slowly, and then looked down at the caked, drying blood that was all over his own naked body, and the sheets, and the rod that was in his hand. "Sister, where did Yami go? Yami was so nice... Yami made me beautiful, see?"
"You... stay there, Little Purple Malik, stay there... I'll... I'll go for help, I'll-"
"Is sister going to take away mine?" Yami asked, rising from the bed.
Little Purple Malik felt nice and warm all over again, and was so very happy that his Yami had been next to him the whole time.
"No, Little Purple Malik, please don't..."
"Hikari is Hikari, Yami is Yami," Yami said, lifting the rod and licking the blood from its length. "Sister can't take mine away."
For the rest of the day there were no sounds of birds in the forest, and the animals didn't leave their dens, for the screams that echoed through the forest in that moment had frightened them enough that they stayed hidden away from sight.
Little Purple Malik sighed happily when Yami was done making his sister pretty. She was very pretty now, because Yami said she was, so she was. Yami was right about it, Yami was right about everything. Yami thought he was beautiful.
Little Purple Malik smiled at Yami and Yami came back to lick the blood from Little Purple Malik's face. "We'll make father pretty now, too, mine. We'll make everyone pretty."
"As pretty as me?" Little Purple Malik asked, wondering if he wasn't so beautiful after all.
Yami smiled and licked Little Purple Malik's cheek. "Hikari is beautiful. No one else is as pretty as mine."
Little Purple Malik sighed happily and got up, wrapping the cloak around himself. "When we're done making father pretty, will you make me pretty again, too?"
Yami leaned down and bit Little Purple Malik's ear hard, drawing some of that pretty, pretty blood, and sucked on it for a moment before whispering into it, "Mine will be pretty again, pretty with blood."