My Pet Yami

My Pet Yami

chapter 2- Flesh Fest

            Yami sat on the edge of the bathtub staring down at the tiled floor. The sound of the tub
filling up behind him drown out the evil cackles coming from just beyond the bathroom door.
The once powerful pharaoh cringed at the thought of what Marik and Bakura were laughing so
hard about. Was it him? Yami took a deep breath, inhaling the warm, moist vapors of steam that
was slowly filling the room. Even though the room was warm, Yami shivered as though he were
freezing cold. He couldn’t deny he was scared out of his wits. He was at the mercy of a psychotic
blond and nasty old tomb robber. Nobody could protect him from the vile things Bakura and
Marik were scheming up, nobody at all. He was trapped-trapped like a rat sealed in a tomb.
Running away crossed the young pharaoh’s mind, but it was only a fantasy. It wasn’t possible to
run. Yami knew he had to endure whatever Bakura and Marik threw at him, including dealing
with a mortal body again. Life wasn’t fair, and neither was life after death-but oh well, shit
happens, right?<

A loud pounding at the bathroom door quickly broke Yami from his thoughts.

“Ready or not, here we come!” Bakura snickered.

Yami braced himself as the two rogues burst into the bathroom. He knew that no matter what he
couldn’t let the things Marik and Bakura were going to say and do to him affect him. He had to
stay strong and be tough. Showing fear was not an option. Marik stopped to admire his face in
the mirror, while Bakura stalked over to the apprehensive pharaoh. The ancient tomb robber was
still covered in blood, making him look even wickeder that usual. The thought of who’s blood
was actually covering the lithe yami crossed the pharaoh’s mind. He hoped it wasn’t his.

“Isn’t it a lovely morning, my pet?” Bakura laughed sarcastically.

Yami swallowed hard and nodded his head.

“For some of us.” He responded in a weak voice.

//Damn voice, don’t do this now!// Yami thought to himself as he exchanged cold glares with
Bakura.

Marik turned away from the mirror and started removing his gold jewelry. Bakura turned his
attentions to the Egyptian and held up his hand.

“No, stop Marik, let our little pet do that for you.”

Bakura turned to Yami and glared sharply.

“Go assist Marik, and make it snappy!” he growled.

Yami glanced at the smirking Egyptian and sighed. He got up the ledge of the bathtub and
walked reluctantly up to Marik. He reached up around Marik’s neck to remove the gold choker
bands when suddenly Marik yanked him up by his hair into a forceful kiss. Yami struggled to get
away, but Marik over powered him by far when it came to physical strength. The pharaoh dug
his fingernail’s into the Egyptian yami’s arms and tried to scream, but Marik’s mouth had
completely covered his, and he couldn’t breath. Marik’s mouth tasted reminiscently like copper
mixed with sugar. The clicking of their teeth together echoed painfully through Yami’s mind as
he started growing light-headed from lack of oxygen. Right at the last second, Marik yanked his
mouth away and started to laugh. Yami fell to the floor gasping for air. Marik again yanked
Yami up by his hair and stared right into Yami’s glossy crimson eyes.

“It’s your lucky day, pharaoh. I’d really love to fuck the shit out of you right now, but Bakura
really reeks and needs a bath, so I’ll just wait. ”

Bakura punched Marik in the shoulder and glared at him.

“If I stink, you’re ugly-and that doesn’t wash away, porcupine head.” he spouted spitefully.

Marik rolled his eyes and ignored Bakura’s comment. He turned back to Yami and released his
grip on the pharaoh’s hair.

“Hurry up and get this stuff off me. I need to drown a demon.”

Bakura flipped Marik off and glared as he walked over to the bathtub.

“Sit and spin, you inbred mother-fucker.”

Marik raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Is that a threat, thief?

“No, it’s a promise. Now shut you’re damn mouth and let’s get this over with. There’s
something I have in mind for later that I think you will enjoy.”

“Oh? Sounds interesting.” Marik grinned in amusement, “Move a little faster runt, you’re
wasting time!”

YamiYami quickly finished removing Marik’s jewelry and set it neatly on the counter top.

Marik stepped into the large garden tub and admired his perfect little rear end in the mirrors that
surrounded it.

“I must say, I have the best log asg ass around.”

Bakura turned to Yami and tried to ignore Marik’s fascination with his own ass.

“Get over here” he instructed firmly.

Yami slowly walked over to where Bakura told him to. His thin hands trembled slightly.

“Now kneel” The white-haired yami snarled.

Yami wanted nothing more than to retreat into thllenllennium Puzzle right now, but he wasn’t
sure he even could anymore. He made a mental note to try later. If he could get back in the
puzzle, maybe he could get lost in it for 29 more days. Yami suddenly felt a fist coming in
contact with his stomach. The powerful blow from Bakura’s fist sent him careening down to his
knees.

“Are you hard of hearing? I told you to KNEEL!” Bakura scolded him sharply as he pulled back
his fist.

Yami breathed heavily and bit his lip. He felt so humiliated. Here he was, offspring of the gods;
ruler of all ancient Egypt; the King of Games, kneeling before a low-life, camel shit thief and
his egotistical, wack-job cohort. To make matter’s worse, something about seeing Marik
touching his ass was turning him on. He brought his hands in front of him to hide the evidence.
He hoped Bakura and Marik hadn’t noticed, but Bakura’s keen senses were impossible for Yami
to get passed. Bakura had noticed Yami’s body reacting before Yami realized it.

Bakura took advantage of the moment.

“Stand up again” he demanded sharply.

Yami slowly rose on shaky legs, still folding his hands in front of himself.

Bakura glanced at Marik with a twisted smirk on his lips and than looked back to Yami.

“Mind showing up what you’re hiding?”

Yami was mortified, Bakura knew. Now Marik would know too. Why on earth did he have to
get hard now?

“I’d rather not.” Yami croaked in almost a whisper.

“Oh? Why is that?” Bakura laughed.

Marik tilted his head to the side and snickered sarcastically.

“Awe, is our new toy shy?”

Yami took a deep breath and slowly rested his hands at his sides. Gods, he felt stupid! He
shivered as two sets of evil eyes stared at him like he was a piece of meat. Bakura reached out
and ran his wet finger down the entire length of Yami’s rigid shaft, eliciting a moan from Marik,
who had started stroking himself. Yami whimpered the second the ghostly tomb robber touched
him. He wanted to throw up.

“Gods, that was hot Bakura, do that again.” Marik purred as he rubbed the bundle of nerves at
the tip of his shaft in a circular motion with his wet thumb.

Bakura repeated what he’d done, except in reverse, running his finger upwards instead of down.

Yami’s manhood jerked involuntarily, instantly grabbing Bakura’s interest.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he grinned wickedly. His chocolate brown eyes flickered with
desire. Yami stood completely still. His heart was racing and his body was reaction opposite of
what he was feeling inside.

“Get in with us.” Bakura commanded him gruffly. Yami knew if he didn’t obey, he’d get railed
in the stomach......or worse, so he obediently stepped into the warm water and crouched down.

Marik quickly pulled the thin pharaoh into his lap.

“I got something for you.” he winked as he slipped a finger up into the pharaoh rear entrance.

Yami clenched his eyes shut tightly and hissed at the unexpected intrusion.

“Mphh!” he whimpered as Marik started moving his finger in and out of him.

“You’ll thank me for this in a few minutes.” Marik chuckled.

Bakura licked his lips as he watched Marik prepare Yami for some fun. He wanted in on the
action too, so he proceeded to join Marik in the preparation of their new toy.

Yami wanted to scream as Bakura’s long, snakey digit slipped inside of him along side Marik’s,
but he held back. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think of something nice. For some
strange reason a picture of Yugi cooking pancakes appeared in his mind. The thought of fluffy
golden pancakes drenched in maple syrup wasn’t enough to stop the pain though.

Yami’s body shook as fresh blood mixed with bath water pooled below him.

“Can’t..show fear...” Yami grunted quietly as the two unscrupulous yami’s mercilessly forced
their fingers into him, stretching him beyond capacity.

“Take it like a god, knave!” Bakura laughed mockingly.

Just when Yami thought he couldn’t take it anymore, one of the fingers inside him hit a bundle
of nerves deep inside his canal. The pain he was feeling was suddenly changed into sheer
ecstacy. The finger hit the sensitive spot again, sending Yami into a state of total euphoria. He
suddenly found himself thrusting backwards against the greedy digits invading his body.

Bakura grabbed Yami by the hip and pulled him down even harder. Tears steamed down Yami’
flushed cheeks. He hated the fact that he was actually enjoying this a little.

Yami’s throbbing erection began to twitch, indicating he was nearing climax. Bakura pulled his
finger out of him and wrapped his blood coated digits around Yami’s needy shaft.

“Come for us, you know you want to.” The thief incarnate growled as he vigorously stroked the
pharaoh’s manhood.

Yami felt his body screaming to release. He couldn’t hold it back even if he’d tried. Yami threw
his head back and let you a series of whimpers as his body convulsed with his climax.

Bakura wrapped his lips around Yami’s erection and sucked out every last drop of his divine
essence.

Marik withdrew his fingers from the grabbed Yami by his slender hips. Before Yami could fully
enjoy his release, Marik yanked him down onto his arousal. Yami gasp at the sudden invasion,
but it didn’t hurt much. Marik’s smooth shaft massaged the walls of Yami’s sore canal as Marik
thrust up into him. Bakura moved aside and watched on as Marik ferociously pounded into
Yami. Marik took advantage of the extra space Bakura had provided and grabbed Yami’s hair.
He pushed the pharaoh’s head under the water and held him under.

Yami tried grabbing for anything that would give him enough leverage to pull his head up out of
the water and get a breath of air. To his horror, he realized he’d wrapped his slender fingers
around Bakura’s hard-on.

Marik yanked Yami’s head up out of the water and laughed as he watched Yami gasp for air.

“Why didn’t you just say you wanted to Bakura to fuck your face?”

Bakura tipped the choking yami’s chin up with his finger and stared soullessly into Yami’s face.

“Show me what you know.” he chuckled as he rammed his shaft down Yami’s throat. 

Bakura laughed evilly as he watched Yami gag.

 “Ha! Look at you! You’re pathetic! The great Pharaoh Atemu; the banisher of evil and the
redeemer of light- Did you ever picture yourself in this position?”

Marik let go of Yami’s hair, but continued to slam into him.

“C’mere ‘Kura” he moaned desperately.

Bakura ran his fingers through Yami’s hair and held him in place while he leaned over toward
Marik. The blond Egyptian moaned as he locked lips with the thief.

Bakura and Marik thrust themselves wildly into their mutual-enemy- turned- sex- slave until he
passed out from lack of oxygen. Yami flopped around like a rag doll as Marik continued to slam
into him. Bakura moved behind Marik and grabbed him by his hips. He was able to hold him in
one spot long enough in order to slam himself deep within Marik’s tight orifice.

Marik dug his fingernails deep into Yami’s sides, tearing the soft flesh below, and threw his
head back.

“Fuck yeah, hurt me you sadistic whore!” he growled. Marik rammed into still passed out cold
Yami with such force that the pharaoh’s head slammed against the side of the tub, knocking him
back into consciousness. His head felt like it was floating, and nothing was making any sense.
He began to cough up water through his mouth and nose, and gasping for air. Instinct told him he
had to get away from whatever was slamming into his ass. Maybe it was the searing pain,
Yami wasn’t sure, he just knew he had to try to get away.

He reached for the edge of the tub to try to pull himself out from under Marik, but Marik had
him locked in tight. Bakura bit down on his bottom lip and moaned. He was slamming into
Marik with such force it was causing the water to splash out of the tub and pool on the floor.

“I’m right there, oh fuck yeah......oh gods......gonna.....come....” he growled as pulled out of
Marik and stroked his release out onto him.

“So tight.....so hot...arghhhh!” Marik snarled as he hit his climax and filled Yami with his seed.

Yami bit right through his bottom lip. Marik’s essence burned his insides like fire. To Yami’s
relief, Marik pulled out, and the bath water somewhat soothed Yami’s pain.

Bakura collapsed back into the water and let out a long sigh.

Marik pulled Yami up into his arms and nipped at the lethargic pharaoh’s ear.

“You’re more resilient than I expected. I thought I’d fucked you to death.” he snickered lightly
into Yami’s ear.

Yami couldn’t stand looking into Marik’s face after what he’d just been through. He pulled away
from the blond and glared.

“Not likely.”

Marik laughed mockingly and grabbed a bottle of shampoo.

“Make yourself useful now......wash my hair.”

Yami reluctantly did what he was told. He mind began to wander as he massaged the blond’s
hair with the coconut scented shampoo. Pancakes. Yugi flipping pancakes. Yugi stirring pancake
batter. Licking maple syrup out of Yugi’s navel while he was laying on a bed on big, floofy
pancakes.

“Not so fucking rough, damn!” Marik hissed as he slapped Yami’s hand, bringing the pharaoh
out of his pancake fantasy.

“Oh, right.” Yami mumbled as he turned on the faucet.

Bakura wet his hair in the water and shook it out. That was his way of washing his hair. He got up out of the tub and grabbed a towel off of the towel rack on the back of the door.
He dried himself off and tossed the towel onto the floor.

“After we’re done in here, I have something very special planned for you.....pharaoh.”

Yami made a sour face as he massaged some conditioner into Marik’s hair.

“I’m thrilled” he groaned sarcastically.

“Marik, bring our toy up to our bedroom when you’re finished.” Bakura said firmly as he left the
bathroom. 

Marik sighed contently as Yami massaged his scalp.

“Damn pharaoh, you got awesome fingers. I wouldn’t mind you showing me what else you can
do with them later.”

            After Yami and Marik finished up in the bath, they met Bakura at the door of bedroom.
Yami gulped as he caught sight of some very strange looking apparatuses spread out across a
square card table that was illuminated by a black candle. The room itself smelled of incense and
sex. Yami’s stomach churned at the site of all the strange sex devices the two rogue yami’s had
laying around.

Bakura’s beady eyes scanned over Yami’s naked body. He smirked evilly and stepped out of the
way.

“Secure him to the bed” he instructed Marik.

Marik looked down at Yami and grabbed him roughly by his thin wrist. Yami struggled to pull
away from Marik’s tight grip, but with no success.

Marik threw Yami down onto the bed and jumped on top of him. Marik had the pharaoh’s wrists
hand cuffed to the headboard before he had time to think. Yami shifted his eyes nervously over
to the card table with the strange shiny apparatuses. They appeared to be different sizes of
needles. There was also a black box.

“Tie his legs to the bed too.” Bakura smirked as he walked over to the card table.

Yami looked up at Marik with pleading crimson eyes.

“Why?” Yami whispered helplessly.

Marik hesitated briefly as he gazed into the eyes of the exhausted pharaoh.

He didn’t say anything, but Yami could tell Marik was edgy.

Marik turned away and blinked his eyes a few times.

“Spread ‘em, pharaoh” he said sternly as he pushed Yami’s legs apart and secured them in the
leather straps already secured to the bed posts.

Bakura walked over carrying the black box and one of the long, hallow needles.

Yami lifted his head up off the pillow and growled.

“What’s the meaning of this, Bakura?”

Bakura crawled up onto the bed and kneeled between Yami’s thin legs. He handed the black box
off to Marik and held up the needle. The light reflected off it’s sharp tip. Yami swallowed hard.
Bakura reached over and pinched Yami’s left nipple between his index finger and thumb. He
rolled the fleshy pink bud between his fingers and started to laugh.

“Marik, hand me the blue marker out of the box in your hands.”

Marik opened the box and handed the blue marker to Bakura.

 The tomb robber placed two very small blue dots on the pharaoh’s nipple. He set the marker
down and looked back at Marik.

“Hand me the clamp. I’ll need your help with the next step.”

Yami pulled at his restraints, but there was no escaping whatever strange thing Bakura was
going to do to him.

Bakura used the clamp to secure the pharaoh's nipple. Yami closed his eyes. He still wasn’t sure
what Bakura was doing, but it was probably going to hurt. Bakura had Marik hold the clamp
while he lined up the hallow needle with the blue dots he’d marked off. He pushed it through
Yami’s nipple, causing the helpless pharaoh to whimper.

“You’ll be just fine, quit your twitching.” Bakura mused as he removed the clamp and inserted a
shiny gold ring into the fresh piercing,

Yami glared up at the thief angrily.

“You won’t get away with this, Bakura.” 

Bakura shrugged his shoulders and casually rolled Yami’s right nipple between his fingers,

“I won’t? Really? Is that so?” he snickered sarcastically as he prepared Yami for another
piercing.

After he’d received four new piercings, Bakura and Marik left Yami tied to the bed and left the
room. Yami could hear the two evil yami’s downstairs laughing.

Minutes later, Marik returned to Yami’s bedside eating a sugar-coated doughnut.

“Hungry?” the blond ask with a grin.

Yami nodded slightly, he was actually starving for something to eat, but didn’t want to look
weak.

Marik fed him the rest of the sugar doughnut. Yami was glad to have something in his stomach,
even if it was only a little.

As Yami swallowed the last bite of food, Bakura walked in the room licking sugar off his
fingers.

“You can rel our our pet from his restraints now, we’re done playing for the time being. We
need to go buy some “accessories” for tomorrow’s fun.”

            After Bakura and Marik had left the house, Yami found a piece of stationary and a pen.
He decided to write Yugi a letter. Yami wasn’t able to communicate with him any other way. He
spent the next few hours writing his letter.

Dearest Aibou,

            How are you? I hope you’re feeling better soon. I miss holding you at night, amongst
many other things. I miss your smile, your laugh, your hugs, and your sweet kisses. I hope you’re
up to dueling after you’re released from the psychiatric ward, because I don’t think I can live
the rest of my afterlife with the tomb robber and the Egyptian looney tune. They pierced both my
nipples, my navel, and something else that I’d rather forget. The last thing wouldn’t be so bad if
I could figure out how to make the piece of jewelry stop vibrating.

I hear Bakura calling me downstairs, so I must cut this short. I love you, aibou. Please come
back to me soon.

Love,

Yams

P.S. I need your recipe for pancakes.

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