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[26 Aug. 2006] [Yu-Gi-Oh!] untitled - Marik/Odion
Title: none
Day/Theme: August 26, 2006
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Pairing: Marik/Odion
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1 033
Your place in my heart is the whole of my heart.
In time, Odion hoped to love Marik.
It had happened before, because of his mother's wish that he protect her newest child. He knew from comparing the ways that his mother and Lord Ishtar spoke of him that love was one of the most important ways of protecting a person, and so he had made sure that he loved Marik.
It was difficult at first. Ishizu was the one who was most like her mother, and it soothed him to be near her. But he soon saw that Marik, smiling easily, always entranced when he got his clumsy paws on something new, had the strength of heart that had given their mother the will to face her husband.
The boy made him smile, too. And one fortunate side effect was that his protection of the boy protected him - Lord Ishtar allowed them to wander away through the long corridors of the tombs, out of the range of his attention. Marik demanded constant attention and had a number of tiresome games that Odion had to join in, but as long as Odion could escape that man...
At times the game was throwing a ball to each other - then at each other. Then it might be telling stories, and see who made up the best one. Sometimes they might try to harness the magic that the elder Ishtars used, uttering strangenesses over pebbles. Later they might chase each other, and then suddenly begin a hiding game.
Odion sometimes thought of not bothering to find Marik. The boy like playing tricks, so it would serve him right for once! He'd smile at the thought of Marik's indignant face at being left to hide, but dismissed the thought. Marik couldn't be left behind - Lord Ishtar would whip Odion until his arm was too tired to lift.
Marik was, after all, now the only Ishtar son. Odion's mother had died; now there was only the man who he had never and would never be allowed to call father. He had no way to claim a part of the family he lived in.
He wasn't allowed to say 'mother' anymore at all. He had to remember her as Lady Ishtar, or that would end in a whipping.
The day that the snake bit Marik and Lord Ishtar threw Odion to the wall, Odion's suppressed jealousy was knocked loose from where it lay and lodged in his centre, fed by the blood fresh from his heart. In but a moment it grew until it had directed him to Marik's bedside, and he hardly knew how to hurt the boy enough.
That was hate.
Then Marik called him 'brother', and from there grew devotion.
There was no way for gratitude to be shown but by bowing. Marik's heart was too great for Odion to approach on level. The boy was boundless: in energy, intelligence, curiosity. Odion had poured his hopes into the mould of the Catacomb Tombs from his youngest years, and he was narrow-hearted, overfilled with the dark.
He would follow Marik, in shame that he would have tried to harm such a harmless boy, in gladness that he was loved wholly. He would follow Marik to protect him always for the sake of the mother they shared, if in secret. He would follow him when Ishizu was not allowed to do so by family law, so that she would not need to let her great eyes darken with worry. That was his quiet promise to himself and to them.
Life required that he follow Marik for long, long years in hopes of showing him a different path, in a roundabout way. Look behind you and see the loyalty you once inspired, Master Marik. Look behind you and see that you were not always a creature of hate that deserves to be hated in return, even if I can't do it.
But Marik preferred to ignore the past. He found it difficult to look behind him even now.
In his desperation to be both whole and good, he'd jumped into all the love he could find. Ishizu was frightened of him, and he hated to look at her sometimes because it would remind him what he'd done to her to get the god cards.
He had gone to Odion and sat on his lap, clinging with arms around his neck like a frightened child. Marik had ordered him to stay still in a voice that brooked no thought of insubordination. He'd buried his face in the crook of Odion's shoulder, taking all the comfort that warmth, solidity, and scent could offer in a manner Odion had not named.
And now Marik sometimes ran his fingers through Odion's ponytail, playing like an absentminded cat, or traced shapes along the bald parts of his head and grinning if Odion said it tickled. The traceries might go down and around, and Marik would end up facing Odion and touching - very delicately - the hieroglyphs on his face. Marik sometimes read them in a whisper and Odion's face would grow heated, for the words had never seemed to mean so much before, though they had always meant everything. Now that an Ishtar understood that, and more importantly, now that Marik understood it, the words had been fulfilled. He had promised to serve his house and his master for the length of his life, and now his house and his master agreed to take him so that he would always be a part of them. It was his entire dream, and it would take a greater man than he not to be shaken at the enormity of it.
He did wish that Marik would call him brother, as Ishizu did, but he would accept kisses and caresses instead, gladly.
Marik was all things. This boy had shaped him, and he could no longer imagine hoping that someone else could have had this hold on his life
He took his hands from Marik's hips and ran them over his buttocks; Marik made a pleased sound, a pleasured sound, and ground down against Odion's hips. It had become enough to call Marik a lover, as he wanted.
Soon, soon, Odion would love him again.
Day/Theme: August 26, 2006
Series: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Pairing: Marik/Odion
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1 033
In time, Odion hoped to love Marik.
It had happened before, because of his mother's wish that he protect her newest child. He knew from comparing the ways that his mother and Lord Ishtar spoke of him that love was one of the most important ways of protecting a person, and so he had made sure that he loved Marik.
It was difficult at first. Ishizu was the one who was most like her mother, and it soothed him to be near her. But he soon saw that Marik, smiling easily, always entranced when he got his clumsy paws on something new, had the strength of heart that had given their mother the will to face her husband.
The boy made him smile, too. And one fortunate side effect was that his protection of the boy protected him - Lord Ishtar allowed them to wander away through the long corridors of the tombs, out of the range of his attention. Marik demanded constant attention and had a number of tiresome games that Odion had to join in, but as long as Odion could escape that man...
At times the game was throwing a ball to each other - then at each other. Then it might be telling stories, and see who made up the best one. Sometimes they might try to harness the magic that the elder Ishtars used, uttering strangenesses over pebbles. Later they might chase each other, and then suddenly begin a hiding game.
Odion sometimes thought of not bothering to find Marik. The boy like playing tricks, so it would serve him right for once! He'd smile at the thought of Marik's indignant face at being left to hide, but dismissed the thought. Marik couldn't be left behind - Lord Ishtar would whip Odion until his arm was too tired to lift.
Marik was, after all, now the only Ishtar son. Odion's mother had died; now there was only the man who he had never and would never be allowed to call father. He had no way to claim a part of the family he lived in.
He wasn't allowed to say 'mother' anymore at all. He had to remember her as Lady Ishtar, or that would end in a whipping.
The day that the snake bit Marik and Lord Ishtar threw Odion to the wall, Odion's suppressed jealousy was knocked loose from where it lay and lodged in his centre, fed by the blood fresh from his heart. In but a moment it grew until it had directed him to Marik's bedside, and he hardly knew how to hurt the boy enough.
That was hate.
Then Marik called him 'brother', and from there grew devotion.
There was no way for gratitude to be shown but by bowing. Marik's heart was too great for Odion to approach on level. The boy was boundless: in energy, intelligence, curiosity. Odion had poured his hopes into the mould of the Catacomb Tombs from his youngest years, and he was narrow-hearted, overfilled with the dark.
He would follow Marik, in shame that he would have tried to harm such a harmless boy, in gladness that he was loved wholly. He would follow Marik to protect him always for the sake of the mother they shared, if in secret. He would follow him when Ishizu was not allowed to do so by family law, so that she would not need to let her great eyes darken with worry. That was his quiet promise to himself and to them.
Life required that he follow Marik for long, long years in hopes of showing him a different path, in a roundabout way. Look behind you and see the loyalty you once inspired, Master Marik. Look behind you and see that you were not always a creature of hate that deserves to be hated in return, even if I can't do it.
But Marik preferred to ignore the past. He found it difficult to look behind him even now.
In his desperation to be both whole and good, he'd jumped into all the love he could find. Ishizu was frightened of him, and he hated to look at her sometimes because it would remind him what he'd done to her to get the god cards.
He had gone to Odion and sat on his lap, clinging with arms around his neck like a frightened child. Marik had ordered him to stay still in a voice that brooked no thought of insubordination. He'd buried his face in the crook of Odion's shoulder, taking all the comfort that warmth, solidity, and scent could offer in a manner Odion had not named.
And now Marik sometimes ran his fingers through Odion's ponytail, playing like an absentminded cat, or traced shapes along the bald parts of his head and grinning if Odion said it tickled. The traceries might go down and around, and Marik would end up facing Odion and touching - very delicately - the hieroglyphs on his face. Marik sometimes read them in a whisper and Odion's face would grow heated, for the words had never seemed to mean so much before, though they had always meant everything. Now that an Ishtar understood that, and more importantly, now that Marik understood it, the words had been fulfilled. He had promised to serve his house and his master for the length of his life, and now his house and his master agreed to take him so that he would always be a part of them. It was his entire dream, and it would take a greater man than he not to be shaken at the enormity of it.
He did wish that Marik would call him brother, as Ishizu did, but he would accept kisses and caresses instead, gladly.
Marik was all things. This boy had shaped him, and he could no longer imagine hoping that someone else could have had this hold on his life
He took his hands from Marik's hips and ran them over his buttocks; Marik made a pleased sound, a pleasured sound, and ground down against Odion's hips. It had become enough to call Marik a lover, as he wanted.
Soon, soon, Odion would love him again.