[fic] A Dead Dedication - Pyromaniac
※ Pairing - MarikxRyou
※ Written - May 3rd, 2006
※ Warnings - um...fire? And it is consensual sex by the way.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #12 ※
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Marik liked playing with fire.
Literally and figuratively.
An actual flame burned and though most thought he could not feel things, when it burnt him, it hurt. But he liked pain, so that was okay.
And there was something so much better than pain.
Thrill.
Marik liked playing with fire.
He liked a thrill and a challenge. The adrenaline was a drug and he was addicted. The thrill of being caught and the challenge of not being caught always weighed on the back of his mind.
Because surely, if he were caught he’d be burnt so bad he’d probably be dead. And if he were dead, he wouldn’t be able to take a chance at getting caught.
He’d done something.
Terrible in the eyes of others.
In his eyes…it had been a challenged.
One that had surprisingly, not been very hard to accomplish.
He’d corrupted the innocent.
The innocent.
Not his weaker half.
Not the pharaoh’s clone.
The pure innocent.
…That of which had been innocent no longer for the last fifteen minutes.
He smirked, wondering if the tomb robber knew. It wasn’t everyday your ‘lighter’ half becomes tainted. He briefly wondered if the stupid thief would have been able to put the flame out after seeing those pale legs part so willingly, or hear those drawn out moans or felt that scorching heat.
For a few moments, being inside pure innocence, Marik had been on fire.
And he wanted to be set a flame again and again and again and again and…
Marik liked playing with fire.
Did that make him a pyro?
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※ Written - May 3rd, 2006
※ Warnings - um...fire? And it is consensual sex by the way.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
※ Deathshipping #12 ※
ღ - ღ - ღ
Marik liked playing with fire.
Literally and figuratively.
An actual flame burned and though most thought he could not feel things, when it burnt him, it hurt. But he liked pain, so that was okay.
And there was something so much better than pain.
Thrill.
Marik liked playing with fire.
He liked a thrill and a challenge. The adrenaline was a drug and he was addicted. The thrill of being caught and the challenge of not being caught always weighed on the back of his mind.
Because surely, if he were caught he’d be burnt so bad he’d probably be dead. And if he were dead, he wouldn’t be able to take a chance at getting caught.
He’d done something.
Terrible in the eyes of others.
In his eyes…it had been a challenged.
One that had surprisingly, not been very hard to accomplish.
He’d corrupted the innocent.
The innocent.
Not his weaker half.
Not the pharaoh’s clone.
The pure innocent.
…That of which had been innocent no longer for the last fifteen minutes.
He smirked, wondering if the tomb robber knew. It wasn’t everyday your ‘lighter’ half becomes tainted. He briefly wondered if the stupid thief would have been able to put the flame out after seeing those pale legs part so willingly, or hear those drawn out moans or felt that scorching heat.
For a few moments, being inside pure innocence, Marik had been on fire.
And he wanted to be set a flame again and again and again and again and…
Marik liked playing with fire.
Did that make him a pyro?
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