Twisted Series: A series of slightly twisted oneshots that spans ten different fandoms.
FFVII , Kingdom Hearts, FFVIII, Naruto, Yu-Gi-Oh, Dragon Ball Z, Death Note, Angel (Buffy the Vampire Spin-off), Batman (The Dark Knight), and Inuyasha.
Pairings (In Order Of The List Above): Reno/Rufus, Riku/Axel, Seifer/Squall, Itachi/Sasuke, Yami Bakura/Marik/Ryou Bakura, Vegeta/Trunks, Light/L, Angelus/William the Bloody, Batman/Joker, Sesshomaru/Inuyasha.
Warnings (Cover All Oneshots, But Not All Of Them Have All Of These): Yaoi, Gore, Noncon, Dark, Hypnotizing, Incest, Insanity, Vampirism, Murder, Mpreg.
Check out all of them or at least the fandoms you like.
I Love This Item
I Love This Item
It wasn't very hard to persuade Marik into helping me with this. He was as interested as I was when it came to this matter. Ryou, my darling little host, almost sweeter than victory in his innocence. Our plan was simple. To coerce my little puppet into playing with us. Sadly for him, it would be quite the frightening experience.
All it took was a little combined effort. I separated myself into a free body, using the Millennium Ring and my energy to make me solid for a time. Marik then took the chance to use his Millennium Rod to take control of my tender host's mind. And then he was ours, at least for a little while. He was suddenly very willing to accommodate our demands, smiling as he was told to drop to his knees.
As he pleasured me, Marik made a comment about Ryou's state of mind. Apparently the poor little creature was nearly white from terror on the inside. It made me laugh, dark but heartily. It was just so typical of him to be frightened, but if he had been more receptive to earlier advances, he wouldn't have to go through this.
And yet, ironically, he smiled up at me, thoroughly pleased with himself as I growled out in pleasure. Tugging roughly on his hair, not making the smile wither in the least, I brought him up and pulled the hair to the side, exposing his neck. Suddenly famished, I sunk my fangs into his neck, purring as he moaned happily.
Off to the side, Marik tucked the still glowing rod into his pants and approached, snaking an arm around Ryou's waist. Ryou just meeped in content as he was attacked by us. But on the inside, he cowered and shivered, hurt and disgusted by the turn of things. Unfortunately for him, he was still my host, and that made him my property, to do with as I will. And, eventually, he'll see things my way. One day he'll even come to enjoy it.