He hated him more then anything. The sick, wretched, inhuman half of himself that loomed forever as a constant reminder of all the sick things that had once occurred. Malik felt his lips curl up into a snarl as his darker half tried to walk away from yet another heated argument.
   "Oh no, not again!“ Marik had no desire to listen and instead kept heading for the exit. Malik had enough of this abuse. It was time to put his living nightmare into check. "Are you fucking listening to me?" 
   The hikari let out a wild hiss of exasperation when his other side made no effort to respond. Flinging himself at his other side, Malik grabbed a fist full of loose blonde hair and pulled. The golden strands soft to the touch unlike what he had always envisioned the other’s hair to be. He had always thought it would be more fried and straw like. All the same, it was being pulled at and cause his yami to lean backward back into the room.
   "Get off,” Marik seethed. One hand reaching in back to try and free himself. Clearly he had no idea just how far he had pushed the other mentally. 
   "Fuck off!“ Malik let go of the other’s hair only to push them into the open door’s frame. "You think you can just come in here and be a little shit and walk off like nothings happened? Well, I’m sick of it! So fuck you and high horse you rode in on!”  He ran his shoulder into his yami’s back, pinning Marik between himself and the wooden frame. 
   That was most unexpected for him. If anything, Malik was suppose to take the abuse he dished out. Since when did his former host grow such a backbone without his so called family to back him up? “I think you need to back off now while you still can.” Marik’s voice was as smooth as ever. His anger coming to the surface however as soon as he heard Malik say no.
   Pushing himself away form the corner, Marik forced himself out from under his lighter half and turned to face him instead of walking away like he had originally planned.
   "What’s the matter? Bitter that you aren’t getting your way any more?“ Both men were heated towards one another and it was clear that neither found fault in themselves. "Do you still think I’m as weak and pathetic as I was a few years ago because I think you blinked and missed that part where I fucking grew up while you stayed a spoiled little brat!" 
   Dark violet eyes stayed focused on the strange hikari. When did this little light finally snap? "Is that so? Then tell me this… Are you really ready to face your fears alone?” There was a moment of silence. “I see. So until you are mature enough to stop playing pretend, I think you need to wise up and realize that you still need me.” Another moment of silence.
   "You think that I,“ Malik felt his chest heave from a small chuckle. "Need you?” If either of them needed the other, he was damn positive that it was his darker half that relied on him now. “Oh no, no,” He dared to let his chuckling turn into laughter. “You need me!" 
   He wanted to scoff but the desire was cut short by the hand that clamped around his unprotected neck. Malik soon placed his other hand just above where his right hand rested and squeezed. Taking off guard, Marik stood in place with his hands to his sides, dumbfounded. His hikari was strangling him. Pure and simple.
   Both sets of eyes locked and soon Marik hand come to his sense. His own hands curled around the other male’s wrists as if he were to push him away though instead just let them gently rest in place. His weaker side was taking a stand to him and proving that he no longer needed him after all and the worst part of it was that frightening look behind his eyes. The one that told him the terrible truth that he really did not want to accept. His hikari was right about everything.
   "Come on. Say it!” Malik spat. His grip tightening around the other male’s throat. “Tell me the fucking truth!” The rage was undeniable. Marik had really pushed him over the edge and yet there he stood perfectly still, looking into those hate filled eyes that reflected his own twisted secrets. He was nothing without him.
   Parting his lips to speak, Marik barely managed to swallow before trying to find the words. “You know,” He croaked. His eyes still locking on Malik’s pale lavender ones that shook from rage. “I can’t.” This time Malik dug his fingernails into the other’s flesh. 
   "You can’t what?“ He demanded to know.
   "I can’t lie.” Marik tried to grin in triumph. His cocky victory cut short as Malik brought his knee up sharp to nail the dark spirit in the crotch. He watched as even Marik fell down to his knees in the most basic of human pain. His sparks of discomfort soon accompanied by yet another jolt of misery when the other Ishtar had taken the liberty to kick the injured man square in his chest, forcing him to crumple down on his side like a paper bag. 
   "Looks like you can now.“  Circling his prey, Malik stood in next to his fallen former adversary and placed his boot on the side of his face. Slowly he started to apply pressure before thinking better of it and just took several quick stomps. His foot bouncing off the side of Marik’s head like a paddle ball.
   Marik groaned as the pain coursed through his senses. It was so foreign to him that it made his stomach turn but there was something more to it then the ringing in his head. This pain, although well deserved and acquired most unexpectedly, had something else to it that he never once felt in his entire existence. A lack of control.
   Placing one hand on his forehead, Malik tried to fight off a headache that accompanied his blind anger only to let his hand slide further up into his bangs. His fingers running through his blonde fringe and smoothing it out of his face so he could get a better view of his crumpled other self.
   "Come on,” he spoke at last to break the silence between them. The walls surrounding them almost maddening from the lack of screaming bouncing off of them. “Come on, Marik.” He coaxed, wanting the  other to rise and keep their spat fueled.
   Obliging to the request, the other Ishtar began to pick himself up only to feel the toe of Malik’s boot dig into his ribs. The force behind it surprisingly strong. His hikari was large and in charge as some might call it though in Marik’s mind, Malik was just now rising to his true potential. The worst part of it all was, Malik no longer needed him and he was afraid that for once, his other self wasn’t just all talk and actually knew it.
   Another groan escaped Marik’s lips as he tried to get up again, meeting the same fate that this time rolled him over twice and back onto his side. His one arm pinned under himself while the other lay loose, stretched over his head. 
   Such exquisite suffering. Malik frowned as he stood looming over his former oppressor. How weak he finally seemed. After all these years, it was he who was finally the top dog and staring down at this fool who once controlled him. Not any longer. He was finally free to do as he wanted and they both knew it- but there was something else he just couldn’t quite place. Something he was missing.
   "Very- Very good,“ Marik muttered between a wheeze. He tried to laugh but it came out more as a cough. His body still laid limp on the ground and he soon closed his eyes, just hating himself for what was to come next. "You were right.” The t made a strange clicking sound that Malik for some reason didn’t like.
   "What are you talking about now?“ His frown remind in place as he dared to place his boot one the other’s chest and shoved, forcing Marik to roll over onto his back. His eyes however remained closed for the simple fact he could not bring himself to look the other in his eyes. "Marik!" 
   "You know very well what I mean.” Lavender eyes flickered over the other’s body  and noticed the other’s shallow breathing. Marik was calm now like a mouse accepting their fate after a cat had toyed with it for the past several minutes.
   "Then say it,“ Malik ordered. He wanted to cross his arms over his chest but choose to instead remain alert in case this was a ruse to get him to lose his focus. The wild haired blonde lolled his head back and forth not wanting to confess. "Tell me, Marik!" 
   Still he refused to spill which cost him a stomp this time to his abdomen. The yami arched up for a moment then collapsed short of breath. The pain just as sharp as all the previous sparks of misery before that. How paralyzingly exotic this feeling was. To be pushed into the realm of suffering and joy. Wait, joy? Marik tried once more to laugh to but this time it was at his own expense for only now was it starting to dawn on him how truly twisted he really was at heart.
   "Answer me!” This time his foot just rested on the other’s stomach, the pressure still there but his foot was just resting, awaiting the order to stomp and kick into it’s new favorite toy.
   "I need you,“ His voice was a mere whisper. He felt his sanity relapse at his own words. "I need you,” he spoke a bit louder this time so his other self could hear. “And it’s more then I can take.” He opened his eyes to stare at the blank ceiling above himself. “And I hate it. I hate that I need you.” His words were losing strength again. His eyelids reconnected as he moaned lowly to himself. Something was wrong with him and he couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t dull this demented set of feeling within and gods forbid if he could describe what any of them were. 
   The confession set Malik back. Marik actually confessed and not only that- the bastard actually meant it. The young Ishtar pushed down with his foot then shifted his weight back into the one he was standing on to keep balance. What had they done? What was this feeling? No, feelings? Gah- It was like retribution tossed in with freedom with something all to foreign. Something… sensual. 
   "You’re not finished are you?“ The question brought Malik back to reality. "Are you done with me?” Marik asked as he turned his head away. Did he really break this insane fucker? Was that even possible? 
   He applied more pressure only to discover what it was that he was feeling. Oh gods, no. Not for him. Oh how seriously wrong this had to be and yet it was the only thing that could possibly make sense.His eyes drifted a bit lower down on Marik’s person to confirm it all.
   "You tell me.“ Malik decided to give his theory one last test and delivered a quick stomp to the other’s ribs once more. A pain groan was his reward and still his eyes never left their focus point. Marik was sport a rather curious hard on. "You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
   There was no reply. How could he have not put it all together before? It made such perfect sense. It was sick and wrong and still he found himself moving to sit on top on his yami’s stomach. 
   "I know you- fuck,“ he swore to himself. It seemed so obvious- they were both feeling it but how was it that only now he pieced together that both sides were feeling the same things, the same attractions but in a different light. The one side which had always been suppressed now finally able to be free while the other disparately though silently sought out control. 
   Confused, Marik chose not to speak. His mind was racing with far too many things that he did not want to comprehend. If anything there was three things he knew he wanted and two of them were now obvious. He wanted Malik. Not just that alone but he wanted Malik to control him like no one else ever could. It was this third thing that he could not describe but knew he felt something sick from. Was this shame? 
   Lacing his fingers into the back of Marik’s hair, Malik pulled to one side then let go so Marik could turn to look at him on his own. "I know what you want but there is just one thing I need to hear before I can give it to you. Just tell me this one thing-” he couldn’t even bring himself to finish his own sentence.
   His body stung all over but Marik still managed to turn his head enough to look up at his hikari. his face now starting to turn hue from previous impacts and the rings around his neck now coming to surface. “I,” Marik felt his breath hitch for a moment. “Need you.”
   Their lips soon collided and Malik was pushing himself hard against his yami. His hand slipping in and out of the wild mess of hair, pulling at it and toying with it before yanking it hard to one side. Their kiss finally broken as he forcibly exposed Marik’s neck. Teeth bit down against the tender skin as the lighter side began to suck on the bit of flesh in his mouth. A faint taste of iron licking against his senses while Marik moaned into the pleasurably painful sensation. 
   Within seconds, the two were clawing at one another, riding the other’s movements and lost in the heat of madness. Malik’s jaw released and the hot patch on Marik’s neck began to cool till he lent back down to bite some more in short little groupings. His canines desperate to break skin though only two of his controlled bites managed the feat. The hot taste of blood fueling their sinful behavior. 
   Biting his own lip, Marik loathed himself for it all. He craved this more then anything at the moment and yet he felt like he was betraying himself by enjoying this role of being dominated. So wickedly good and still his own mind tried to poison what joy he was receiving. 
   Malik sat up long enough to work his hand under the other’s shirt and claw down that hidden chest. His nails leaving wilts behind them. The shamed look on Marik’s face was increasingly delicious. To know that he was the one responsible for putting this monster into his rightful place was just all too exciting. 
   "Come on Marik, sing me our song.“ He curled his fingertips in tighter at the base of Marik’s stomach, letting them leave dark purple half circles. "Do it for me,” he coaxed as he let go only to reach back up and locate the Egyptian’s perking nipples. His fingers wasting no time in teasing them by pinching them hard and twisting back and forth.
   The Ishtar beneath him arched. His back falling and rising again several times as his nipples were being toyed with. His face turning an embarrassing shade of red. Still he tried to resist his urge to comply with the simple demand. Instead he bite down on his lip and refused to let go. 
   "Like that can save you.“ Malik mused as he noticed what was going on. He let go of his hold on the tortured nipples and instead moved himself lower, placing himself directly over the tight spot in the other male’s pants. His legs to either side as he slowly started to move himself up and down. The fabric rubbing against his lower region driving him mad. Low groans were muffled as Marik bit deeper into his lip. his own teeth starting to break his skin but Malik kept his act up.
   Closing his eyes, Malik let out a loud moan as he kept rubbing himself against the other’s stiffened pants. The sensations working both ways and he knew it though eagerly embraced his own pleasure. 
   "It’s no fun unless you scream,” Malik at last panted out wearily. He stopped long enough to lean forward and place his hands back around the other’s bruised neck. He began to squeeze as he started moving himself against the yami again. The feeling of control and the power given to him was intoxication and still he wanted more. 
   Marik gasped though knew he was not in any serious harm this time. The loss of breath and lack of choice however was overpowering. The sensations were so sickeningly wonderful. Shifting beneath Malik, the Ishtar placed his hands on the other’s shoulder and went to shove him off only to have his neck freed just so they could pin his wrists above his head. The control was still completely theirs and yet he had the faint delight in knowing he had tried to keep his dignity. 
   At last Marik let his head fall back and gave his partner that music they so craved. Moans of pleasure torn free from the other’s throat at last. The hikari still straddling him but now with more satisfaction than ever.
   "More,“ he whispered as he let go once more to seat himself upright again. This time his hands were tugging at the other’s pants. The belt meant nothing to him as he bypassed it and ripped the yami’s trousers down to his knees. The undergarment soon was yanked down as well. As for himself, Malik had no problem getting his own pants down and there was a surprising lack of undergarment for himself not that Marik had time to notice this. 
   His view of the ceiling soon tumbled into that of the floor. Malik’s hand reaching up to stroke the other’s stomach and riding down as a guide to left them up and force him onto his hands and knees. 
   About to protest- Marik instead hissed out in pain. Malik had all too eagerly taken his place without any form of preparation. The yami’s entrance was completely caught off guard as the other began to rock himself into him.
   Marik just called out with each thrust into him, the pain very much alive and constant with nothing to sedate it. "Mal- ah,” he gritted his teeth as the other continued to dominate him. The pain was more then he had expected but there was something about it that he could forgive. He wanted to be dominated into hell and back but he hadn’t been as ready as he had expected. 
   Malik reached up one arm to grabbed around of Marik’s left shoulder for support. His nails going into play once more as his other hand had found it’s way onto the other just exposed crotch. 
   Marik’s cries had become more then just that of a pleasured mad man to that of one in what sounded almost more like suffering. No, no, he couldn’t have that. This was suppose to be their moment of finally understanding one another’s needs and wants.  
    The hand cupping the bottom Ishtar’s neither regions stroked the area firm but as lovingly as possible. The digits seemingly trying to get to know that area before pretending as if it were it’s own. Wrapping his fingers around the stiffened organ, Malik began to jerk it as he tried to control his own animalistic urges to just out right fuck Marik into oblivion. 
   No, there was another way to do this properly without scaring his stupid yami. His rocking slowed greatly into a steady pace as he continued to stroke the hard cock. Perhaps just being the one in charge of things would be enough to get Marik off.
   And like a charm it was working. Marik’s tone changed quite dramatically. His voice wavered as he writhed beneath his other self. The soft fingers caressing him so warm and firm while the organ inside of him still throbbed with longing. “Oh-” his grasp on vocabulary greatly diminished as the hikari kept his actions up. The heat of it all getting to his head and not allowing him procession a single rational thought.
   Marik was in his own purgatory. Caught between heavenly pleasure and hellish hatred toward himself for enjoying his weakness. His body arched and moved with blinding delight without even knowing it was exactly how Malik was hoping things with go.
   Time seemed to not exist or have any meaning. The two were in perfect harmony- just now finally giving one another what they always wanted but never knew they needed since their separation. 
   "No-No!“ Malik was close to his peak that he almost didn’t hear Marik’s sudden plea.
   "What’s wrong?” Marik simply shook his head and started to buck. “Marik.”
   "No! Oh- Oh god.“ He squirmed and then tensed. His body growing undeniably warm as he let himself go. His face etched in red as he felt an even stronger sense of self shaming.
   Sensing it, Malik merely chuckled and gave the other one last stroke to his cock before placing his hand around their stomach and caressing that area instead. "Shh, it’s okay.” Malik mused as he had stopped moving all together now apart from just gently running his fingers over Marik’s stomach. “Just let yourself go.”
   "What have I done?“ Marik closed his eyes and tried not to give into panic. He had let himself be controlled and he fucking loved it. How sick could anyone possibly be to enjoy that? He was supposed to be this untamable demon that no one could possibly want and yet- everything was so damn wrong! 
   "You’ve done nothing- and for once I got to say, you need to let go.” The limp haired blonde sighed. “It’s alright. This is going to be our little secret.”
   Marik could feel himself start to ease up slightly. “What?” His breathing was still rigid but it was starting to level out. 
   "What I mean is. It’s okay to let go.“ He watched as Marik slowly opened his eyes and stared off into the distance. "You don’t have to live up to anyone’s standards. And if you really want, this whole thing can be just between us.” In fact, Malik rather preferred it that way too. No one needed to know about their little role reversal. 
   There was a long silence between them though Marik moved himself closer into Malik’s embrace.  An understanding passing between them both that no words were needed to comprehend it. 
   "You know- I don’t think you’re quite finished…“ Marik mumbled at last, his face still red as ever since he could still feel the other male inside of him. 
   "You noticed, huh?” Malik dared to give a light hearted chuckle. “Does this mean you don’t mind if I- You know?”  Marik wished he had the strength to do something other then keep from collapsing onto his stomach soon. His muscles stiff and sore as ever. 
   "I don’t think I could bring myself to stop you.“ it was true in several senses. He felt himself frown till those glorious fingernails sunk back into his hips. "Hmm- damn it.”
   Malik felt a smirk grace his lips. “That’s what I thought…”