#mnemoshipping

Marik leaned forward from his position outside the tub to adjust the water. His eyes were bright with adoration as he turned back toward Yami. "Better?"

"Yes."

Yami's entire body was throbbing with pain. He was sore everywhere, from the top of his head which had slammed into the headboard a few times to the tips of his toes from trying to balance on them so long. It was fucking glorious. Yami had a laundry list of kinks and he was wearing most of them on his skin.

"Close your eyes," Marik said as he filled a pitcher of water. Yami complied without question. There was a small shuffling sound as Marik presumably moved closer before a cascade of warm water came down over his head. Yami hummed in pleasure.

Marik loved to dote on him and Yami usually enjoyed letting him. It felt like a reward he could give to Marik for putting up with him. Not that Marik wasn't always overly wager to put up with, but sometimes Yami liked indulging other people. It helped that this was also an indulgence to himself. So Yami allowed the man to pamper and fuss over him. Marik deserved. He had done nearly everything to Yami this time. His eyes were still sensitive to light after being blindfolded for so long and his bottom was still sore from being spanked. His throat ached from screaming and from Marik's hands around his neck, and his back was bloodied from both nails and knives, though mostly the former.

Yami sighed happily at the memories, sinking further into the water.

"I'm going to wash your hair," Marik told him.

Yami hummed in acknowledgement. He probably needed it to wash out the sweat all on it's own, not to mention all of the other body fluids that probably ended up there. It would be unpleasant to find that blood had stuck to his hair without his knowledge. It felt rather nice to simply submit himself to Marik's fussing. He poured a generous amount of shampoo into Yami's hair, and he shivered from the coldness of it. Marik gently massaged his scalp as he worked Yami's hair into a lather, hands moving slowly and thoroughly. He was rinsed, lathered, and rinsed again. It was soothing.

"Sit up," Marik told him.

Yami sighed as he reluctantly sat up out of the water, opening his eyes. Marik soap onto a washcloth and began to drag it gently across Yami's chest.

"When you're ready, I'll do your back."

That was going to hurt. Yami shivered in anticipation. He liked to play rough and Marik always complied. He waited until Marik had soaped up his chest entirely before turning in the tub, offering his back to Marik. Marik tried to be gentle as he washed out the cuts and scratches. Still, the action was not without pain and Yami hissed often. Marik didn't apologize, but he knew that he didn't need to. This was what Yami had asked for, after all. Once he'd washed out every cut and gently massaged the bruises along his back, Marik's hands moved up to his neck. Yami wondered if Marik had squeezed hard enough to leave bruises there too and rather hoped so. It would be nice to look at them later.

Marik slid the cloth Yami's shoulders and down his arms, lifting them to get under his arms and being careful with his bruised wrist.

"You don't have to do this, you know," Yami said. He wasn't sure what prompted him to say it now. Maybe it was in response to reverent look on Marik's face.

"I know," Marik answered. Nothing more. He didn't need to maker excuses for his desire, after all.

Yami wasn't going to try and talk him out of it either, not when he liked the attention. Even if he didn't always want to admit that that was the case.

"You'll have to get out so I can treat the rest of the cuts," Marik told him. He filled the pitcher of water again and poured it over Yami's skin to rinse of the soap. First the back, then the front.

"I know."

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the water as Marik poured it over him a few more times. A kiss was pressed softly to his lips. Yami smiled beneath it, said nothing, enjoyed the soothing feel of warm water on his skin.