“Marik?! So it was you?” Ryou exclaims in surprise. When he’d first started receiving little notes to meet a ‘secret admirer’ in some dingy alley at noon after school, he was sure the culprit was one of his pesky fangirls. At first, he ignored the notes, but after weeks of persistence, he decided to go and tell them off.

Marik gets off his bike and removes his helmet as he tosses his hair. “Yeah, you made me wait quite a few days, you know?”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was you? I thought for sure it was one of the girls or something stupid like that.”

“Ever popular with the girls, huh?” Marik remarks as he places his helmet on the seat.

“So, huh, why did you call me here?” Ryou asks, “you know Bakura is gone, right?”

“I know that painfully well,” Marik responds, “but don’t worry, you’ll do just fine with what I have in mind.”

“I, huh—Excuse me?”

Ryou takes a step back as a glob of blue slime emerges from behind Marik’s shoulder. He instantly recognizes it as one of his monsters.

“Woah, that’s revival jam! That’s so cool! Is this some new Kaibacorp technology or—”

Before Ryou finishes speaking, the slime pounces at him at cuts him off. The boy falls on his back from the sudden added weight as the slime wraps around him and pins his arms to his sides. He twists and squirms as the slime covers his body and slithers under his clothes, crawling cold and wet against his skin.

“Marik, what are you doing? Get this thing off me—ah!” Ryou moans as the slime slips inside his pants and underwear, making him tense his belly and retract his crotch as it squeezes itself against his cock.

“As you so cleverly noted, I do miss Bakura. A lot,” Marik explains, “so much so that I figured I’d have a piece of him back for myself if you don’t mind.”

“I DO mind!” Ryou spits back at him, “and what the fuck do you even mean by that?!”

“You’ll see soon enough~” Marik’s eyes narrow as a smirk spreads across his face.

Ryou feels a tingling sensation as the slime begins to hiss and bubble around him. He looks to the side and his eyes open wide as he sees the white of bone where his arms should be. Though it doesn’t hurt or burn like it ought to, his flesh is dissolving into mush right before his eyes. He kicks and screams, struggling as his body comes undone. Stripped of flesh and muscle, his bony arms are useless as the slime spreads them over his head and yanks off his shirt before tossing it aside. His belly shrinks, showing the outline of his ribcage as the cold air sweeps over his bare skin. The slime begins working to unfasten his belt, and Ryou flails his legs so hard that one of his shoes comes clean off his foot.

Then, in one fell swoop, the slime drags his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Marik smiles pleased when he sees the boy’s fully erect cock flop against the dip of his hips.

“Hah! I knew my plan would work! You get off to your own subjection, don’t you? That’s why you’ve always held on to The Ring, isn’t it?”

The very mention of the spirit taking over his body makes Ryou curl his toes and clench his thighs as his cock twitches. He closes his eyes and trusts his hips as a spurt of precum gushes from his cock.

“No!” Marik shouts, “you’re gonna ruin everything if you cum and go limp!”

Ryou opens his eyes and looks at the man standing before him. He doesn't know what exactly is going on, but it can't be as bad as it seems, right? I mean, it’s Marik who’s more or less an honorary member of Yugi’s gang. Surely, he wasn’t going to die or anything weird like that.

Right?

Ryou nods and closes his eyes again. He takes a slow, deep breath and lets his body relax. His back lays flat against the floor, but his cock remains at full mast as the slime inches over his naked skin and engulfs his body.

“Amazing,” Marik mutters, “you remain acquiescent even at the cost of denying yourself one last pleasure before you melt away. No wonder the Spirit liked you so much.”

Marik approaches and lowers himself to one knee beside the slime-covered boy. His cock is the only part of Ryou not immersed in slime. Marik wraps his fingers around the base and plucks it out as the slime further breaks down its meal. As soon as he does, a thick rope of cum erupts from the empty socket. Marik looks astonished at the gurgling mass of half-digested boy as a few weaker spurts emerge from the small hole left in his crotch.

“Oh my, I guess you didn’t deny yourself your last little pleasure after all, huh?” Marik looks at the cock in his hand. Yep, still fully hard. He gets on his feet and pockets it as he walks over to the small heap of discarded clothes Ryou left behind. Only bones remain floating amidst the slime as he grabs the shirt off the floor and tenderly holds it to his face as he sniffs the fabric. They still smell like Bakura.

He notes to himself that it isn’t the same.

But it will suffice.

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Yet another commission by my absolutely dearest friend Bluemoonhound, who, once again, also proofread the fic.

Don't forget to also check out the art on their furaffinity page and the cute bonus picture of Marik showing off his spoils as well!!

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