Silver and Gold

Author’s Notes: Why are my chapters always so messed up on here? >( I swear...I have to go through eighteen years to fix 'em up with I try to upload them. Ah well. The HTML doc decided to eat my italics...so... :l I'll try to fix it up.


“So, Kaiba’s goin’ up against the eighth duelist next, ne? I sure hope he gets his ass kicked,” Jounouchi nodded firmly, speaking with the group of friends while they had their break to prepare.

“Oniichan!” Shizuka frowned in disapproval at his swearing, waving a scolding finger toward him with a wink. “Would Otousan approve of you talking with that mouth?”

Honda leaned in toward the younger sister, “Iie, normally Jounouchi’s far too busy stuffing it full of food to say a word…so I doubt he’d even notice.”

“What was that?” The blond shot him a glare.

The boy raised his hands in mock defense, “What? I didn’t say a single word…”

“Is that so…?” Katsuya wore a skeptical look. “Well, then…maybe I shouldn’t ‘say a single word’ about how you slept with a night light through middle school.”

“Nani?!” Hiroto’s cheeks reddened. “Well that’s not half as embarrassing as the fact that you used to eat dog biscuits when there were no other snacks in the house!”

“I always knew Jounouchi-kun reminded me of a koinu…” Otougi commented mindlessly, before he blinked, gazing down at Shizuka and releasing a soft laugh. “Anou, Shizuka-chan…what do you say we go watch the duel from over there?” The raven-haired one didn’t really wait for all that much of a response before he began to guide her off toward the side.

“H-hai!” Jounouchi’s younger sister responded with a blush, moving off.

“O-ooi!” Honda called out from where he held Jounouchi in a headlock, immediately releasing him. “Matte! Shizuka-chan!
Otougi!”

Katsuya stumbled forward slightly, furrowing his brows with a grumble, “Didn’t eat dog biscuits…” A sweatdrop rolled down the side of his head at the realization that Yugi was standing beside him, though he grew serious soon afterward, glancing up
toward the sky. “Yugi…what are we going to do…?”

“Hm?” The shorter of the pair glanced up at him, magenta eyes widening in concern.

“Mai…when we brought her to her room…” He shook his head, not wanting to think about it. “Malik…that bastard. I’ll never
forgive him for what he did.”

“Jounouchi-kun…” A hand came up to laid on his ararm arm smile offered as if it might help the situation. “Lots of bad things have been happening lately. Honda-kun, Otougi-kun, and Shizuka-chan…they’re setting a good example over there. We
have to keep our heads up. Keep our spirits high…and hope for the best…”

“You’re right. I know you’re right. It’s just…seeing her like that. And Bakura too. And that man…who went under the
false Malik name…”

“Jounouchi-kun got hurt in the duels too…” Yugi lowered his gaze.

“Un, but not like this. Not the way Mai was. I was able to stand up during that duel…”

“She’ll get better…I promise, Jounouchi-kun. No matter what, we’ll all stand up for our friendship and Mai-san will come back to us. You just have to believe, ne?”

“Un. And I’ll make sure I keep myself at least looking a bit cheerful…” He glanced over at his sister slowly. “For Shizuka’s sake.”

“Hai!” Yugi exclaimed cheerfully, closing his eyes in happiness…and reopening them to see a ghost of a pale figure in the doorway across from them. “Huh…?”

“Yugi…?” Jounouchi questioned, leaning down to look at him closely, and then follow his gaze toward the opposite side. But, when he didn’t see anything worthy of staring at, he had to turn his attention back upon his friend. “Doushitemo?”

“I-iie. It’s nothing…I just thought I saw…no. It’s nothing.”

Bakura… The voice inside of the smaller duelist spoke, forcing Yugi to respond in kind.


“Mm. I wonder if that really was Bakura-kun. And if so…what is he doing out of the room when he was hurt so badly?”

“It certainly is a puzzling question, aibou. Perhaps we will need to keep an eye on him, but for now…let’s just wait for Kaiba’s duel to commence.”

“Hai…” Yugi let his mind fall silent, gazing in the direction where the trace of the silver-haired boy had disappeared, before he glanced up at his best friend. “Jounouchi-kun, why don’t we go join the others…?”

“Un!” Both had moved over toward the group, with Yugi feeling a bit uneasy, though he easily presented a smile and cheerful expression, unaware that the truth of the matter was…two of his puzzle’s greatest enemies…were just about to meet…

* * *


After disappearing from the area where the menial conversations commenced, Bakura crept like a cat through the shadows of the dueling ship. His slender frame easily flattened against the wall at moments when guards wandered the halls, and may have wondered what he was doing out of the intensive care unit. Bakura certainly couldn’t risk being caught. Of course, it would also be a blow to his pride. A three thousand year old grave robber, being caught just sneaking around a pathetic ship like
this? Granted, there wasn’t the technology that existed now back in Ancient Egypt. However, back in those tombs were several dangerous traps just waiting to be sprung…curses to be evaded…and guardian protectors (normally in the form of duel monsters themselves) to watch over the place of rest and make certain that no one desecrated it. Unfortunately for them, the silver-haired one was far too good at what he did to be caught by any of those things.

And that was exactly why Bakura would get by now. He followed the trails and patterns he had remembered when he first visited Malik’s room. There were a few moments before the duel against Yugi at that time, enough for a quickie. So, in making plans for several more trips to Malik’s room, he had memorized the halls, having quite the knack for such a thing. After all, when you have to follow through some puzzles and mazes quite often to steal a gem or so, you tend to remember the path to a simple chamber easily. Once his efforts had come to fruition, Bakura stopped outside the mechanical door, and shifted his gaze toward the spiritual form beside him.

“Alright, the lock numbers…?”

“Bakura…before you go in there…” Malik began, the soft lavender heavy with concern as it locked upon the other.

“Un?” He sighed impatiently.

“I want you to…” The next words were hesitant. “Be careful, Bakura. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. You don’t know what he’s capable of…truly capable of. I know you saw what he did to that woman tonight, demo…when it’s something that I care about…”

A mocking grin plastered itself across the pale one’s face, “Aww, Malik-chan cares about me…good to know after you fucked around with my yadounushi’s brain. Tsk, tsk…that isn’t really a sign of caring.”

“Urusai! That was necessary to get to the Pharaoh.”

“Well, the only one allowed to fuck around with Ryou’s brain is me.” He stated flatly. Truth be told, Bakura felt a little overprotective of his other half. It was for the body alone, mostly…but there was a faint attachment to his property’s mind as well.

“Well, it certainly didn’t stop you from fucking me, did it?” Malik stated in a huffy sort of voice.

Bakura grinned wolfishly, “That’s right, gel pil pissy with me. That’s what you’re good at. It’s what all uke’s are good for, ne?”

“Just open the damn door…”

Effeminate digits followed the numbers, and then with a quiet sound, the chamber was opened to him. Nothing but utter darkness stretched out before Bakura. It would be like walking into a certain death, the shadows of the unknown beckoning…calling out to the one whom so often associated himself with the darkness itself. The tomb robber held his head up high, glancing toward Malik one final time…before he stepped into the unknown. There was a heavy sense of tension weighing on his chest…the need to feel ready for something…anything to spring at him. He hadn’t felt anticipation this great ever since he had gone through one of the former Pharaoh’s tombs.

The door behind himself slid closed as it was designed to do thus sealing Bakura in absolute darkness. He remained silent; standing in one place…afraid that one wrong move would wind up with him caught in some sort of trap. It was then that he heard the water of the shower running, pounding down in the adjoined bathroom. Bakura allowed himself to relax a bit. It meant a delay in the meeting with Yami Malik. He hadn’t even come up with a true plan to deal with him…just rushed into this blindly, assuming that there was something he could do.

Before Bakura’s thoughts could progress any further, a sudden turn of events had taken him by surprise. He found himself thrown up against the wall, air escaping his lungs, taking a moment to be caught again. Rough hands pinned him there, and Bakura’s eyes immediately snapped toward the darkened face, illuminated only by the Eye of Horus upon his forehead. The tomb robber felt an unwilling thrill, but then narrowed his eyes.

“Malik…”

“Hoh? Bakura…let me guess. Shujinkou-sama came begging for you to come by and pay me a visit, ne…? He always did have some sort of sick attachment to you…”

“I think that you’re the only sick chmechment here…” A smirk rose along the corner of his lips. Oh, even if he was pinned, he was not defeated.

“Hm. Arrogant for someone who only has a few more moments to live…” Yami Malik leaned inward toward him, so dangerously close Bakura could feel his breath. “Tell me, Bakura…what did you hope to accomplish here…? To kill me? Perhaps banish me…? Surely, you could’ve come up with something more creative than something like that…”

Brown hue’s narrowed for a moment, “Do you think I couldn’t kill you easily? Do you think that the tomb robber of Egypt
couldn’t cut your throat in an instant…?” Easy killing, but fucking damn it…how do I get rid of him without killing the body…?
How can I save Malik…?

“Hm...” The dark persona only chuckled, and then in an instant, the Sennen Rod had found its way into his hand, being pressed up against the pale flesh of his throat. “So easy to kill when you drift off in thought like that…”

The sharp tip dug into the snowy skin, snagging against it. Bakura flinched, feeling the warm blood rush toward the new opening, surprisingly only deep enough to just bleed and not kill. He had to wonder what the reason was behind such an action. Yami Malik seemed to enjoy toying with his prey, but he should have cut deeper even still. He would have bled for a while…prime for torturing, and Bakura certainly knew this because he had indeed tormented several people in the past. But, it was at that moment that the other’s intentions became clear. A quick moist trail moved along the newly opened wound, causing the tomb robber’s eyes to fly open. Did he just…?

It sent an amazing sensation throughout him, a darkly overpowering feeling. A shiver raced its way down his spine, and for a moment…he became aware of the sensation of arousal that was being drawn up by such an act. Yami Malik’s skillful mouth surrounded the wound, and was now sucking feverishly upon it, forcing Bakura to release a gasp of surprise…feeling even more tension begin to build up. It amazed him…really, how he, the tomb robber of Ancient Egypt, could be losing himself to a simple action. He never even lost himself to Malik like this. Perhaps the evil manner attracted him. Whatever it was…he could feel his body slowly submitting. He could feel himself losing control, and damn it…Bakura never lost control.

And that was exactly what Yami Malik was counting on. A smirk twisted his lips upward as he drew back only centimeters from where that mouth had been focusing, uttering the single word, “Die.”

It echoed in the tomb robber’s mind, drawing up familiar sensations of panic that came from a trap coming much too close to hitting home. He snapped back to reality, and thanked whatever god was smiling down upon him for his agility as the Sennen Rod came crashing down with blinding speed…and only managed to knick his arm, tearing the sleeve of his shirt in the process. He leapt back, hitting the bureau with a grimace…but keeping those eyes locked upon Malik, watching the scowl that spread across the Egyptian’s face as he turned toward him with haunting features. The only thing that Bakura could do was draw on the power of the Sennen Ring, and after mumbling a spell of some sort, Yami Malik was thrown up against the opposite wall, bound there by a magical force.

“Remember today…” The silver-haired spirit smirked darkly. “I swear I’ll kill you...and make sure to free Malik.” Only a dark laugh escaped his lips as he seemed to fade into the darkness from where he emerged.

Yami Malik was none too pleased however, growling out of anger as he easily broke the energy that bound him. “No…I’m afraid that you should remember this day, Bakura. Because the next time you won’t get away easily…” A grin caused those features to be pulled upward. “You’ll be the next sacrifice to the darkness…”

* * *

“How did it go…?” Malik asked reluctantly. Bakura hadn’t said a word since he got out and they had quietly returned to his room. The Egyptian had been eager for the news, but had respected the silence until it all became far too much to bear.

The tomb robber shrugged, shedding the blue shirt first and the striped one to follow, “I didn’t kill him. Obviously.”

“I know that. But what happened…?”

“Why are you being so nosy?!”

“Why are you being so quiet about it?!”

“…because,” Bakura’s voice wavered and died.

“Because what…?” Malik sighed impatiently, gazing at him intently. “Why won’t you tell me, Bakura? What did he do to you…?”

“He didn’t…I…he just caught me by surprise, that’s all.”

“Bakura…?”

“Nani?”

“What’s…that on your neck…?”

Bakura raised his brows, and then slid his hand over toward the scrape that had long since scabbed over. He brought a fingertip along the rough surface, “He cut me.” That was a simple enough reply.

“Then why is it so red…?” Malik moved forward in a rush, and leaned in to peer at it intently. But, then he was overcome by a sickened gasp. “Y-you…he…he did something, didn’t he? You and him messed around a little, didn’t you?!”

“He was sucking on my neck! And I don’t think it’s any fucking big deal. It’s not like you own me.”

“I came to you to HELP! Not to go fucking around with him!”

“I didn’t fuck around with him!”

Bakura stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Unfortunately for him, this couldn’t completely shut Malik out as he was attached to his own mind. Still, he quietly chose to ignore him, forcefully yanking open his jeans and dropping the rest of his clothes while he readied his shower. The former tomb robber unwrapped the bloody bandage from his arm and gazed down thoughtfully at the wound there. It still needed to heal up, but he had faced far worse in his days as a reckless thief. This was absolutely nothing. He slipped into the awaiting steam of the shower, and let the warm water slicken his body. Bakura’s head rested against the wall, and then he blinked as Malik had decided to take it upon himself to join.

“Would you get lost? I want some peace.” The silver-head bowed forward in annoyance.

“What was it about him, Bakura…? What got you off the most…?” The spiritual form of the Ishtar heir leaned toward
him, keeping those lavender eyes locked on the pale visage intently. It was almost as if Malik was trying to read his very
thoughts.

“Urusai! You’re just bugging me!”

“I’m the one who belongs in the body. I’m sure that I’m the only one who could get you off the way I did.”

With that, he had vanished…leaving Bakura to blink a few times in surprise. But, he just released a sigh, moving fingertips through the damp platinum, easing it back and out of his face. The heated liquid that trickled over pale skin was so relaxing, soothing, and helped him to escape his disturbed thoughts better than anything else could. Inhaling deeply, he just
gazed at the furthest wall, and began to dwell over the earlier events. It was over Yami Malik, who could have easily taken him away. Why did he get to him like that…? What darker being could possibly have a hold over the darkness himself…? Bakura
refused to admit that he would have truly given in. It just took him by surprise, that’s all. The next time, things would be different.



But, the next thing the tomb robber knew…his thoughts were being branched off by his body’s actions. Slender digits moved across the smooth expanse of his chest, before it found its way toward the pectorals. Index finger moved on a will of its own, liy bry brushing over the rosebud tip until it hardened itself. This wasn’t his doing at all. Bakura sneered, and growled out the name.

“Malik! You fucker, cut the shit!”

Hm…? Doushite…? I want to prove my point. I can get you off like no one else. I’ll let you keep your mind in tact…and let you feel what I can do with your own hands…

“Bastard…you know I don’t like anyone fucking around with my body!”

Hm, tough.

With that, Bakura’s hand continued to play, trailing slow and casual circles around the tip. Like it or not, the action did elicit a gasp from within him. All Bakura could do was watch while Malik used his body like a puppet, trailing intimate caresses to the opposite nipple as well. Each hint of a touch was enough to do as Malik had intended. The pulses of arousal were racing through the tomb robber’s blood, heartbeat picking up, breaths growing a bit heavier and pronounced, and then there was the springing to life of unawakened skin. Bakura’s anger with Malik died down to nothing as he regarded his actions in the tranquil spray of water.

Malik had apparently grown bored with playing at his chest, and decided to bring Bakura’s hand lower. It wandered across the smooth silk that covered his ribs, traveling even lower to skirt around thdomedomen. An exaggerated effort was made toce ece each and every one of those curves, before the tip of his finger traced the navel there. He was getting closer, the tomb robber had realized. So much closer to touching him, and the anticipation in and of itself was that much more enjoying. However, Bakura was never a patient person, so the teasing touches were a bit annoying to him.

“Would you just get to the point…?”

Aw, Bakura…and here I thought you didn’t want me ‘fucking around with your body’. The voice was so smug within him. It just proves that no matter what, you like what I can do to you.

“Tch, urusai! You just – a-ahh…!”

Malik had brought the hand down amidst Bakura’s beginning rant, letting fingertips glide along the sensitive inner thigh at his right. They traveled gracefully across it, before they neared the area where it was most needed. Although controlled by Malik’s
actions, it was his own digits that felt the rugged skin of the twin hangings. He felt both the texture and the pleasure from the results, only causing more heat to burn into the area of most desire. And then, Malik decided to let Bakura have the beginnings of teasing touch to where they both knew he wanted it.

The touch at first had sent static-like pulses of pleasure throughout Bakura’s entire form. And that was only caused by a singular touch to the tip. Malik encircled the smooth skin in an agonizingly slow fashion, forcing the tomb robber to attempt to squirm and draw in a gasp of utter delight. The beating of water over his body had now become nothing but a distant memory to Malik’s touches. A bit more pressure was applied, until the teasing would officially end. Bakura watched as his fingers coiled around himself, emitting a slight moan in his throat. And then, the silken hardness was brought within those fingers. It was such an amazing sensation that no matter how many times you felt it, you just never got sick of what it did to you. A tension that built up inside almost like a dam that wanted to break free, this was only the beginning. The motion went from the head to the base, and back again…starting out slow just in order to get him nice and worked up, no doubt.

Bakura released a muffled groan, biting down on his lower lip as he leaned his head back against the wall. Brown hue’s watched as bs ows own hand, he felt pleasures and arousal. Tumid length was raced over by slender fingertips. He felt the warmth and the smoothness of himself, as well as the reactions to his own touch. And it also caused his heart to race with utter excitement.
His other hand was guided back up across his chest, finding its way to flicker over the perky tips. This aided the pleasure that the direct touch was giving him, causing Bakura to release a small groan.

While working the erection through fingers that were not his own, Malik forced Bakura’s hand to withdraw from his chest, and move slowly around toward the back. It slid over the smoothness of his posterior, before drawing in closer. In all of the desired actions and head-numbing arousal Bakura felt, he was still quite aware of the other’s progress. And also, was quite aware of things that made him uncomfortable. Bakura was never anything but dominant, after all.

“W-what’re you doing?!”

Relax, Bakura…I’ll make you feel good. I’ve made you feel good so far, ne?

“Bastard, don’t even think about – Mmm – doing something like that!”

Hmph…I’m in control of your body now, not you. I can do whatever the hell I want. And I know that you’ll like it…

“Kiisama!”

Malik didn’t respond as instead he was far too busy keeping his concentration on the pressing arousal, being sure to increase his pace in order to distract the other. And it did a pretty good job at that. With such building enjoyment, the fingers of that opposite hand had wandered toward the tight opening, swirling around it which forced Bakura to straighten upright and draw in a sudden breath. Wherever Malik was, you could bet that he was smirking as he brought the finger into the depths of the grave thief’s body. Bakura growled in annoyance at the unwanted violation, though that suddenly turned to a gasp of hot pleasure when the knuckle bent and hit that certain spot inside the warmth. Never had he felt something like that before.

“W-where did you…mmph…learn how to do that?”

When you’re pent up underground for so long with no where else to go, nothing to do but study and play a few games of ball, you tend to find ways to kill the time. No one can resist the way it feels when I do this… Once again, the fingertip was pressed in deeper, hitting the spot again which caused Bakura to cry out. See, I certainly can make you feel better than he could.

“You fu…” A sigh interjected between that, and he finished his sentence. “Fucker…”

Hm…? Did you say something…? Malik teased, picking up all movement to an unbearable speed.

It didn’t take long for both hands to complete what they were aiming for. Bakura felt it all building up inside of himself, like a burning fire that seared his veins. Fingers were moving blindingly quickly over his own length, feeling a heated friction as a result beneath the water that was barely even felt any longer. The pressing on the inside of his body to that single area just pushed him over the edge, and as a result a sudden gasp had been pulled into his lips. All that stress and tension that built up was then released in a rapid stream of white. Bakura felt the heated flesh pulse beneath his own grasp…felt the rushing of warm
fluid over his fingers that began as a gush only to taper off to nothing. The climax was definitely an enjoyable one, finishing off with several groans in the tomb robber’s throat…and leaving him in nothing but a sea of calming ecstacy.

The pale form fell weakly against the wall as Malik relinquished control. Bakura gazed down at the floor of the shower, becoming aware of the spray of moisture over himself, having cooled off considerably from the heated beginning. But at the moment, it felt good. Dark eyes regarded the circling of white around the drain, where it eventually disappeared. Bakura took a moment to calm down, drawing in a deep breath and lifting his attention toward the spiritual form of the Egyptian that appeared before him.

“Well…?”

A slow smirk curved on the tomb robber’s lips, “When we get your body back…I’m gonna make sure I fuck the shit out of you for payback.”