The Path of Vengeance

Oh crap, I think I forgot to disclaim the last chapter. I OWN NOTHING! Pick a new target!

And I'd also like to add a personal disclaimer here: This chapter is not pretty guys. If you're faint of heart you may wanna quit while you're ahead.
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Yugi gave himself a final glance in the mirror before leaving the bathroom and heading into the kitchen, intent on making sure his dark had not tried out the microwave again.

Yami, for his part, had managed to make an edible meal and was just setting the table when the teen walked in. “Morning, Yugi.”

“Morning. Did Grandpa leave yet? It smells good in here!”

Yami grinned, grateful that there was no tension between them. “Yes, he left an hour ago for the airport. He said to tell you he loves you and he’ll call you tonight. You’d better hurry,” he said. “You’ll be late for school.”

Yugi stuck his tongue out in distaste just as the telephone rang. “I’ll get it,” he said. He picked up an egg sandwich and moved across the room, he picked up the extension. “Hello?”

“Hey Yug, its Joey. I'm not going to be able to walk with you to school today. Ryou just called. He’s having some sort of crisis and asked me to meet him at his house.”

“Did he tell you what’s wrong?”

“Nope, but he sounded pretty upset.”

Yugi glanced at Yami’s back and turned away, lowering his voice. “You don’t think it has anything to do with Bakura, do you?” he asked, fearing the worst.

“I don’t know buddy. I’ll find out and let you know though. I have to go.”

“Alright, thanks for calling, Joey.” He hung up the phone, shoving the last bit of sandwich in his mouth.

“What did Bakura do?” Yami asked tensely, spitting out the name as though it were the vilest thing to ever pass his lips.

Yugi jumped. “Nothing,” he said. “At least I don’t think so.”

Yami shook his head, trying to stay in the present. “Alright, get going. You don’t want to be late.”

Yugi closed the distance between them and gave the Pharaoh a hug. “I’ll see you tonight.” With a last glance at his yami, Yugi left the kitchen, heading outside. He took in a lungful of crisp morning air. He hated Mondays.


Bakura sat in the passenger seat of the dark blue sedan, his fingers drumming on the small dark bottle in his lap. The time had come. The entirety of his plan rested on the successful execution of this one act. He strained his eyes through the tinted window, searching for any sign of his prey.

“How’d it go with the kid, Bakura?”

Bakura glared at the driver. “I know what I am doing, Kaiba.”

Kaiba pointed a finger at Bakura. “I have just as much riding on this as you do.”

“Just remember your part in this. And Kaiba…Ryou is not to be touched.”

Kaiba burst out laughing. “You’re joking, right?”

As soon as he had spoken, he found himself slammed against the door window, a boot dagger at his throat. “Do you want to find out?” Bakura hissed.

Kaiba held up his hands. “Relax. The kid will be fine. You just take care of your end of the deal.”

Bakura sat back, retrieving the bottle from the floorboard. He resumed his scan of the empty street. As he continued his search, his thoughts began to wander. Unfortunately, they wandered right to his hikari.

It had taken quite some time for the boy to fall asleep after their conversation. When he finally did nod off, Bakura had held him until sunrise. The tomb robber knew that he would return for the boy when it was all over. One thing that he prided himself on was keeping his word. If he didn’t plan to carry out a promise, he simply didn’t make it.

“Bakura, look alive. It’s show time.”

Bakura snapped to attention. He pulled a strip of cloth from the pocket of his coat and turned to Kaiba. “Stay here until I have him down. He absolutely cannot see you.” Kaiba nodded, his pulse loud in his ears.

Bakura slowly opened the door and stepped out, making sure he wasn’t seen. With feline grace, he darted behind the trunk of a large cypress tree and paused, keening his ears to the light footsteps that he could hear approaching. As they drew closer, he opened the small bottle and held his breath, coating one side of the cloth in the pungent liquid and waited.

The figure passed by him, unaware. Before he was three steps from the tree, Bakura grabbed him from behind and forced the cloth over the boy’s mouth and nose. It was over in a matter of seconds. “Kaiba, now!” Bakura yelled, picking up the boy and running back to the car.

Kaiba jumped out and opened the back door just in time for Bakura to slide in. He returned to the driver’s seat and drove slowly down the street, so as not to attract attention.

The whole thing took less than a minute.


As soon as he awoke, the harsh light of reality came crashing down on Ryou. It took all of his strength to get out of bed and ready for school. The house seemed so empty. He had just picked up his book bag when the doorbell rang.

“Joey,” he said as he opened the door. “What-”

“Are you okay?” Joey cut him off.

Ryou raised an eyebrow. “Sure,” he replied.

Joey looked past him into the house. “Where’s Bakura?”

“He’s…not here,” Ryou replied.

“Well, what’s the big emergency?” Joey asked.

Ryou blinked. “What?”

“Look, I blew off Yugi to come down here. What’s going on?”

“No one asked you to,” Ryou replied. “What made you think you needed to come here?”

Joey stopped. “You did.”

“Um…no I didn’t.”

Joey paused. What the hell is wrong with him? “Okay,” he said slowly. “Let’s go to school.” I bet Bakura was listening in. That’s why he’s denying it.

Ryou stared at him questioningly but followed the blonde down the steps and to the sidewalk.

Joey walked a few steps ahead of his companion. Something definitely isn’t right here.


Kaiba led the way down the long winding staircase, Bakura at his heels, carrying the unconscious boy. “The room is soundproofed,” Kaiba explained. “Everything you requested is inside.” He pulled a key from his pocket and opened the heavy iron door, holding it open for Bakura and following him in.

Bakura paused a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. He laid the still form of the boy on the table in the center of the room, strapping his wrists and ankles in the leather cuffs at the table’s corners. He turned to Kaiba. “You don’t come in here at all. He can’t know that you are involved.” Kaiba nodded. Bakura looked at his watch. “He won’t come to for a few hours yet. That gives you time to do your job.” He leaned over the boy and removed the Millennium Puzzle from around his neck. “Deliver this to the Pharaoh.”


Joey tapped his foot nervously. His eyes were trained on Yugi’s empty seat. Where is he?

It was nearly time for school to let out and he already had his books put away and his backpack on his shoulder. As soon as the bell rang he shot out of his seat and bolted out the door, not stopping until he reached the game shop. He yanked open the door. “Yugi!”

No response came. He threw his bag on the counter and pushed through the door that would lead him to the main house. “Yugi! Where are you?” He stopped short when he saw Yami on the floor in the center of the living room holding the Millennium Puzzle in one hand, tears of rage burning down his cheeks. “What the fuck happened?” Joey asked.

Yami looked up at him, startled. “Joey! Is Yugi with you?”

Joey’s eyes widened. “You mean he’s not here?”

“He never came home. I can’t reach him through our mind link and just a moment ago I found this on the counter downstairs in the game shop.”

“He wasn’t in school today either. Do you think he would have run away?”

“No,” he said with conviction. “That’s not possible.”

“So what, he just disappeared?”

“You say he wasn’t in school today?” Joey shook his head. “Then whatever happened took place this morning. He left for school right after he got off the phone with you.”

Joey swallowed hard. “This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t bailed on him.”

“Don’t, Joey…”

“Wait a minute,” Joey said suddenly. “When I got to Ryou’s house this morning he said he had no idea why I was there.”

Comprehension dawned on the Pharaoh. “Joey,” he said slowly. “Think carefully. How sure are you that it was Ryou you spoke to?”

Joey’s jaw dropped. “You mean…”

The pair shot to their feet. “Bakura,” they said in unison. Yami tied the Millennium Puzzle around his neck and the pair dashed out the door, racing to Ryou’s house.


Ryou walked home slowly and with little purpose. Every other day he had rushed home to make dinner for Bakura, who would be famished by this time. A lone tear snuck out of his eye and paved a salty track down his cheek. He sighed, not bothering to wipe it away. What was the point?

He thought back on his time with Bakura. The time that his yami was incarcerated in the ring, his attainment of a physical body. None of it was perfect. None of it was even normal. Most of it, in fact, was quite painful, physically and mentally. But at that point, there was nothing Ryou wouldn’t give to have any bit of it back.

He was brought out of his emotional reverie by the sight of two figures on his front porch. “Yami? Joey? What are you doing?”

The pair closed in on him. “Ryou, where is Bakura?” Yami asked.

Ryou stepped back. “He’s not here,” he said, surprised.

Yami glanced at Joey. “Where is he?” he asked again.

“I don’t know,” Ryou answered.

“Did he say where he was going?”

“No,” Ryou replied. “And I don’t know when he’ll be back either.” He shoved past the two. “Now leave me alone.” He went into the house, unwilling to discuss his yami any further.

“He knows something,” Joey said angrily.

Yami put a hand on Joey’s shoulder. “I don’t think so.”

“So where does that leave us?” Joey asked.

Yami shook his head. “I don’t know. We’d better get back to the house in case he shows up there.”


Yugi slowly opened his eyes and tried to focus through the darkness. He didn’t feel well. He was slightly dizzy and his head hurt. He searched through the darkness to find himself alone. “Yami?” he whispered.


Yami stopped dead in his tracks, causing Joey to crash into him. “What’s the big idea?” Joey said.

“Shh,” Yami replied. He closed his eyes. //Yugi?//

/Yami? Is that you?/

//Oh, thank Ra. Yugi, where are you?//

A pause. /I don’t know./

//What do you mean you don’t know? What happened?//

/I was walking to school…that’s all I remember./

//Who is with you?//

/I'm alone. It’s dark in here. Yami, where are you? I don’t like it here. I can’t move. I think I’m tied down. Wait, I hear something. Hey, it’s Bakura…/

Yami’s eyes flew open as the link was cut. “Son of a BITCH!”

Joey jumped back. “What is it?” he questioned.

Yami turned back toward Ryou’s house. “Bakura,” he spat.

They made it back in record time. Yami didn’t even bother knocking, just kicked the door in with all of the strength desperation had provided.

The clamor alerted Ryou and he came running. “What happened?” he cried.

Yami didn’t reply. He flew at the boy, knocking him to the ground, pinning him down with an elbow to his throat, the Sennen eye glowing on his forehead. “Where is he, Ryou? Where is Bakura?”

“Yami,” Ryou croaked, staring up at the spirit, his eyes tearing over. It was an all too familiar situation only he was being held down by the wrong spirit. “I don’t know,” he croaked through a compressed windpipe.

Joey touched Yami’s shoulder. “Hey man, let him up.”

Ryou climbed out from under the Pharaoh and brought a hand to his throat, fear evident in his chocolate eyes. “Yami?” he whispered.

Yami blinked rapidly and stood up, taking a step toward the teen. Ryou stepped back, preserving the distance between them. “I'm sorry, Ryou. Please…forgive me. Bakura’s kidnapped Yugi. We have to find them.”

Ryou’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about? That’s not possible.”

“Its true,” Joey spoke up. “Did Bakura say where he was going?”

“No,” Ryou said honestly, his emotional pain surmounting astronomical levels. “He didn’t tell me anything.”


“Bakura? Where are we?”

Bakura closed the solid door and leaned against it. “Hello Yugi.”

“I'm stuck. Bakura help me up so we can get out of here.”

The tomb robber smiled evilly down at the boy. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Realization crashed through the boy’s mind. “You mean…you…”

Bakura nodded.

“But why?”

Bakura closed the distance between them and leaned down, his lips right next to Yugi’s ear. “It’s not about you, Yugi,” he whispered. “I wish it didn’t have to be like this, but it does. The Pharaoh has to be punished.” He ran his tongue lightly over the boy’s cheek.

Yugi cringed at Bakura’s action. “What are you going to do?” he asked tearfully.

The response was made absolutely devoid of emotion. “Fuck you.”

Yugi’s eyes opened wide. “Bakura….”

“Yes?”

The small boy struggled to keep up. “Please…let me go.”

Bakura smirked. “Sorry. That won’t be happening.” He briefly touched the boy’s forehead, allowing him the internal dialogue with Yami. “Make sure he hears this,” he advised. With that, he pulled his dagger from behind his back and used it to relieve Yugi of his coat and shirt. Small whimpers of fear could be heard emanating from the young man, serving only to fuel Bakura’s hunger. The Egyptian slowly drew the blade across the boy’s chest, splitting the skin, relishing in the seeping forth of the crimson fluid. The tensing of Yugi’s body was not enough to satisfy him. An evil gleam in his eye, he winked at the boy and lowered his head, drawing his tongue across the length of the wound, savoring that which had been forbidden to him for so very long.

Yugi stared at his violator, his eyes wide, his stomach lurching. /Yami…/ he pleaded.

//Aibou, where are you? What’s going on?//

A sudden scream filtered to both Yami and Bakura as the tomb robber took hold of one of Yugi’s sensitive nipples and gave it a vicious twist. Bakura released his hold and again blocked the link through which Yugi found solace.

The petrified teen stared up at him through wide violet eyes, silently pleading for his release. The Egyptian ignored the pleading. Instead he again picked up his knife and used it to do away with the rest of Yugi’s clothing.

“Have you ever been fucked, Yugi?” Bakura purred as he slowly circled the table. “Ever spread yourself for the Pharaoh?”

Yugi’s lower lip began to tremble and a lone tear slipped from his eye, sliding down to land on the table next to his cheek. “No,” he croaked.

Bakura’s grin widened. Excellent, he thought cruelly. He leaned directly over the boy’s face. “But you want him though, don’t you?” he asked with mock sympathy. Yugi nodded miserably. “I thought so.”

With a grunt of satisfaction, Bakura nodded. He was out to not only violate Yugi’s body, but his mind as well. A simple rape wasn’t enough to him, wasn’t enough of a long-term impact. He wanted the complete mind fuck. And with emotional scarring, came humiliation.

With this in mind, Bakura reached out slowly and took Yugi’s member in his hand, stroking slowly but firmly. The tomb robber knew men. It didn’t matter the circumstance, direct stimulation would always, eventually, elicit the result he was seeking.

At the first involuntary movement of his hips into the Egyptian’s hand, Yugi began crying openly. “Bakura…please…”

“Please what?” Bakura questioned, increasing his already steady rhythm.

“I don’t know,” Yugi cried out in desperation, struggling against the body that betrayed him.

“You can’t leave, Yugi. Not until I am finished with you. You and I are going to become quite close throughout this ordeal. You’ll soon learn what pleases me just as I am learning what pleases you. And judging from your response, I'm right on the money.”

Yugi blinked up at him, struggling to focus through his tears. “Why…?”

“I already told you, Yugi,” Bakura droned in the teen’s ear, his hand still intent on its ministrations. “This isn’t about you.”

Yugi’s legs began to tremble. His heart and his head were being torn apart, but his body was in no uncertain terms relinquishing its control. “Bakura…” he moaned with increased urgency.

“Don’t fight it, Yugi,” Bakura purred. A small moan sounded from the boy and the thief sped his movements, quickly and expertly bringing him to a swift climax.

Yugi writhed in agony. His own body had deceived him. It had given itself to Bakura with almost no hesitation. “Let me go,” he pleaded.

“There’s no point in that, Yugi,” Bakura said gently, his blood rushing through his body. “You just gave in to me. Do you think the Pharaoh will want you now? You betrayed him. You could have held back had you really wanted to.”

“No,” Yugi whispered.

“Perhaps you are not as loyal as you think you are,” Bakura went on. “Seriously, Yugi, do you think that your precious yami would betray you in such a way?” Yugi shook his head miserably. “Of course he wouldn’t. How are you going to explain this to him? There is no way he would understand.”

He’s right, Yugi thought dejectedly. He wouldn’t understand. He doesn’t want me anyway, he wants Ryou. A fresh tear snuck out and slid down his cheek, which Bakura was only to quick to catch with his tongue.

“Should we let him in on this?” Bakura asked smoothly. “I can open up the link and you can let him hear you cry out my name.” He raised his hand to the teen’s face.

“NO!” Yugi turned his head, preventing Bakura from touching him. “Please, Bakura.”

Bakura grinned inwardly. “You don’t want to talk to the Pharaoh?”

“No,” Yugi said miserably.

“You’re sure?” Yugi nodded. “So be it,” Bakura stated with finality.


Ryou sat stiffly on the overstuffed armchair in the living room watching Yami’s near-descent into madness and Joey’s futile attempts to calm his enraged friend. It had been nearly three hours since Yami’s last contact with Yugi and the Pharaoh had not stopped interrogating him over Bakura’s whereabouts. The sun had long since set and Ryou was getting tired. Not to mention angry.

“You have to know something, Ryou! He’s your yami!”

“I told you already, I don’t know! He never tells me where he’s going!” Ryou tried desperately to remain calm. He knew Yami was not upset with him, only worried about Yugi.

Joey stepped in front of Yami. “Sit down,” he said angrily. “You’re not getting anywhere.” He turned to Ryou. “Okay, so we know that you didn’t call me this morning so it had to have been Bakura. He knew that I always walk to school with Yugi and needed to get me out of the picture. We know he has Yugi and that Yugi is being hurt.” He waited for Ryou’s response. None came. “Don’t you even care?!?” Joey exploded.

Ryou shot to his feet. “Of course I care!” he yelled back. “But I don’t see what screaming at me is going to do to find them! I don’t know where Bakura went! He told me he would be gone for awhile but that he would be back-” Ryou stopped. You have my word. If you still want me when I return then I will take you with me. “He knew…” he whispered.

“What?” Yami said, rising to his feet again.

Ryou’s eyes filled with tears. “He knew,” he said again. He looked into Yami’s eyes, desperate to escape the pain that suddenly filled his heart. “Yami…”

If I am to go on living in this world then I have to do this.

“I'm sorry,” Ryou said brokenly. “I can’t help you.”

“What?” Joey said incredulously.

“I can’t…” Ryou said again, recalling the sincerity in his dark’s voice. His yami was a part of him. A part of him that he loved dearly. He wouldn’t betray what trust he had managed to build between them. Even to help Yami.

Joey broke. He pulled back and punched Ryou squarely on the left eye, causing a sea of pain to explode behind Ryou’s brown orbs.


Bakura snapped to attention, stumbling back, away from the table that held the bleeding boy. Whatever emotion Ryou was feeling was strong enough to peek through his block. It was a full minute before he heard Yugi speaking to him.

“Where am I?” the boy asked.

Bakura grinned, forcing his head clear. “Does it really matter, Yugi? Would you want the Pharaoh to come down here and see you naked and writhing beneath me?”

A white hot blush crept into the boy’s cheeks. “No,” he relented.

Bakura, after a thorough assessment of the situation, slid the bolt into the door, chuckling to himself with the knowledge that Yugi couldn’t reach it, and un-cuffed the boy. “Get up,” he said. “Let’s play a game.”

“A game?” Yugi repeated, trying to shield his nudity.

Bakura winced slightly. Yugi’s reaction was all too similar to how Ryou had responded only one day ago. “Yes, a game,” Bakura repeated. He pulled an impossibly sharp knife from one of the room’s many shelves. “I'm going to fuck you, Yugi. For each action that pleases me I will give you pleasure. For each action that angers me I will give you pain.” He pointed the knife to the trembling boy. “Understand?”

Not for a second did Yugi doubt the consequences of Bakura’s “game”. “Yes,” he whispered.

“Good,” Bakura said. “Come here.” Yugi stepped forward slowly, coming to rest in front of the thief. Bakura nibbled the boy’s ear, causing him to shiver slightly. “Turn around and bend over the table,” Bakura commanded.

Yugi looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Bakura,” he stammered.

Bakura raised an eyebrow. “Are you questioning me?”

Yugi shook his head. “No,” he said quickly, his eyes resting on the knife. “Can…can I just ask you something?”

“Go on.”

Yugi met his steel gaze with his own frightened one. “Will it hurt?”

Bakura’s lips slowly twisted into a smile. “Probably.”

Yugi lowered his head in defeat and moved to the table, bending over and squeezing his eyes shut. I'm sorry, Yami.

Bakura stepped up behind him and shucked his pants, one hand coming down to stroke himself, the other running the blade softly down Yugi’s back. “Why did you not permit this with the Pharaoh?” he asked.

Yugi shook his head. “We aren’t like that…”

Bakura increased the speed of his hand and the pressure of the blade, breaking Yugi’s skin. “Do you think he wanted to take you this way?”

“No,” he replied brokenly.

Bakura chuckled. “Why not?”

Yugi winced as Bakura removed the knife and ran his tongue through one of the deeper wounds. “Because he loves Ryou.”

Bakura froze. “What?”

Yugi flinched. “He loves Ryou,” he whispered, terrified at Bakura’s failed response.

That fucking Pharaoh deserves every minute of this. The thought filtered through the fog of rage that clouded Bakura’s mind. “Turn over,” he stated.

Yugi complied, trying to control the shaking of his limbs. He carefully avoided making eye contact with the enraged spirit.

Bakura’s tone was deadly. “You don’t know when to keep your mouth shut, do you Yugi?” He swung the knife in a high arc and pierced through the flesh of Yugi’s stomach, embedding the blade just over five inches deep, vast experience telling him exactly where to strike so as not to kill his victim.

The scream that followed came the closest to breaking the room’s sound barrier than anything uttered thus far. Yugi’s body tried to curl and pull away but Bakura had anticipated the reaction and held him down. Even more tears poured from the amethyst eyes as the teen writhed beneath the thief, his stomach burning, cooled only by the blood that poured from him in waves.

Bakura closed his eyes, trying to return his focus to the task at hand. He hadn’t been prepared for that bit of information. After a moment, he pulled the knife from the boy and sat it on the table before again taking up his now raging erection and chucking sadistically. “You know, Yugi, your screams only turn me on more.”

“Why are you doing this?” Yugi bawled, his throat tightening with the force of his howls.

Bakura shook his head. “It doesn’t concern you. And I don’t like you questioning me or my motives.” He released his hold on his member and ran his hand through the ever-growing puddle, coating his fingers in the crimson stickiness before returning the hand to its original task, lubricating himself in his captive’s blood before spreading the boy’s legs and pressing himself to his entrance.

Yugi felt the tip of Bakura’s erection pressing against him, felt its impossible girth, and began to sob louder. “Bakura, please,” he wailed. “Don’t do this! Let me go! Bakura!”

Bakura ignored the pitiful protest and pressed onward, sinking into the boy inch by yielding inch, feeling his muscles stretch and skin tear at the unwelcome intrusion. A groan escaped his lips as the boy began to writhe beneath him and he reached up quickly, opening Yugi’s mind link, enjoying the thought of the Pharaoh’s certain reaction, using the image to drive him ever closer to completion.


The sudden violent scream crashed through Yami’s mind and he doubled over, clutching his head.

/Bakura, stop! Take it out, it hurts!/

The statement, along with the abject horror filtering through the link was enough for Yami. He clutched his stomach, the contents of which made itself known again on Ryou’s white rug. No…he thought in anguish.

/Please, Bakura! I’ll do anything you want, just stop, please…/


“Anything?” Bakura repeated, slowing the force of his thrusts.

“Anything,” Yugi confirmed, grateful for the easy pace.

Bakura smiled evilly before pulling his blood-drenched member from the broken boy and stepping back. “Stroke yourself,” he demanded. “And call my name as you do so.”

Yugi’s eyes opened wide. He’s sick, he thought. He’s absolutely deranged. “I can’t…” he stammered.

Bakura gripped himself tighter. “Very well,” he said, stepping forward.

“No! Wait. I’ll do it.” Yugi took a deep breath, his eyes traveling from Bakura’s erection to the knife he had taken up again. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, his hand traveling downward. “Bakura…” he whispered, trying desperately to conjure up a mental image of Yami.


“What’s wrong with him?” Joey asked Ryou, who was holding Yami’s head in his lap, caressing the spirit’s forehead, as the Pharaoh shook violently.

“I don’t know,” Ryou replied, frightened. “Bakura never acted like this.”

A strangled cry escaped Yami’s lips and he raised his hands, scratching at his face.

“Hold his arms,” Ryou said quickly.

Joey leapt forward and grabbed the Pharaoh’s arms, preventing him from pulling out his eyes. “What should we do?”


The image of Yami lying with him, holding him, keeping him safe was going a long way in Yugi’s execution of his demented task. “Bakura,” he said again.


/Bakura…yes…/

This is it, Yami thought. I’ve been kicked out of my body and sent here to my own private hell.

“Yami!”

That sounded like Joey. Why is he here?

A vicious slap across his face jarred him back to reality. “Wha-“

“Yami,” Joey said again. “Are you with us?”

“Joey…?”
Yami opened his eyes to see both Joey and Ryou holding him in place. “What happened?”

/I can’t wait anymore, Bakura. Can I? Please?/

Oh, right. //Aibou?//


Yugi’s eyes snapped open. /Yami?/

//Yugi…what are you doing?//

/Yami? Help me! Please! Come find me!/

//Aibou, where are you?//

/I don’t know! It’s dark. The walls are stone. Bakura is here./

//I know he’s there.//

Yugi couldn’t respond to the pain he heard in Yami’s voice. /Yami, I'm sorry./

//I’ll find you, Yugi.//

/Yami-/

“Now, Yugi,” Bakura commanded.

Sickened to the core, Yugi was forced to bring himself to a hurried completion, knowing that it was what Bakura wanted and knowing that it was the last thing he wanted Yami to hear. Before he could try to explain it to Yami, Bakura reached for him and sealed the link.

“You couldn’t tell him the truth, could you? You couldn’t say that you weren’t aroused by that.” Bakura asked breathlessly. Yugi shook his head. “I didn’t think so.” A new wave of brutality washed over him, caused by his hatred of the Pharaoh and fueled by his rampant erection. He again locked the teen into the manacles on the table. His manhood was aching. With a cruel smirk, he shoved himself into the boy…taking the place of the departed dagger in the adolescent’s stomach, drawing another excruciating howl from his prey as the skin that had begun to piece itself back together was once again torn apart to accommodate him.

Yugi had never known such agony. The feeling of the thief sodomizing him paled in comparison to the vile manner in which he was being taken now. He couldn’t fathom that such malevolence existed and was able to run unchecked through the world.

The obscene sounds emanating from the thief went nearly unnoticed through the heavy curtain of torture he was forced to endure. Conscious thought had abandoned him as his mind began to drift, offering him the slightest relief from the violation.

With a subhuman growl, Bakura exploded within the makeshift canal, pounding ever further inside before carefully pulling back and stepping out of the teen’s line of sight to fight back his nausea at his own act.

Yugi didn’t move. His eyes had glazed over and his breath came in shallow gasps. He could feel Bakura’s seed spreading through his body, unable to escape as even now the wound began to heal over it, sealing it deep within him with no hope of redemption. Yami could never want him now. It was over. Bakura had broken him. The thief had won.

A satisfied nod came from Bakura moments later as he assessed his captive’s mental state. He had seen that look before. It was the same blank stare he had received from his little brother when he had found him in the Pharaoh’s chamber, bleeding and wrecked. Victory however was bittersweet. The innocence he had taken this day could never be brought back.

No, he thought, shaking his head to clear it. I did what I had to do. Now I can be at peace. He released the heavy manacles before gathering up the teen and wrapping him in a thick blanket, making sure to cover his face. After hurriedly pulling on his jeans, he opened the door and followed the long hall until he came to Kaiba’s office. “It’s time,” he whispered.

Kaiba nodded, taking the still form from the thief. He looked at Bakura expectantly. Bakura, with a roll of his eyes, pulled from his pocket Yugi’s duel deck and handed it to Kaiba, who quickly tucked it into his jacket.

“Take him home,” Bakura instructed. “And for your sake you’d better be careful about it. Make sure the Pharaoh finds him alive.”

Kaiba glanced at his watch. It was nearly two in the morning. Judging from the amount of the boy’s blood coating the thief, Yugi’s life rested in Bakura’s hands, not his own. He tightened his hold on the bundle and moved through the open door, rushing down the corridor and out to the waiting sedan.

With utmost caution, he parked a few yards from the store and watched for any sign of life. He came to the conclusion that the Pharaoh was not home due to the inactivity. After carefully checking up and down the street for potential witnesses, he pulled up his collar and lifted the wrecked form of his now ex-competition from the passenger seat and walked stealthily up the front path before kneeling and setting him on the doorstep.

His getaway was swift. Back in the car and driving toward the mansion he finally allowed himself to relax. I’ve done it, he thought excitedly. I will once again be the number one duelist in the world!


Bakura leaned against the cool tile in one of Kaiba’s many luxurious showers as the scorching water poured down his body, washing away the evidence of his transgression. He had to wash his hair three times to erase the stain of the boy’s blood from his platinum locks but he was finally satisfied that it had come out.

Content in his physical cleanliness, he turned off the water and stepped out onto the plush carpeting and dried off quickly before pulling on a clean black t-shirt and matching jeans. He pulled on a black leather jacket that he had lifted from Marik and exited the bathroom, heading for Kaiba’s office.

Upon reaching his destination, Bakura glanced at the clock on the wall. Two-thirty am. He knew Kaiba would still be delivering his “message” to the Pharaoh. He picked up the phone.

“Hello…” a groggy voice answered.

“Marik, its Bakura. Wake up.”

The reply was less than impressed. “Do you now what fucking time it is? What do you want?”

Bakura rolled his eyes. “I need to borrow your motorcycle.”

Marik laughed. “Not a chance.”

“I’m serious. I need to get out of town. The Pharaoh is going to be looking for me any minute now.”

“Why, what’d you do now?” Marik asked, amused.

Bakura’s tone was calm and deadly. “Raped Yugi.”

A pause. “You’re serious?”

“Very.”

All traces of sleep were gone from the Egyptian’s voice. “Alright,” he said slowly. “Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”

“Meet me at the park,” Bakura replied. “Twenty minutes.” He hung up the phone before Marik had a chance to respond and began to rifle through the office. In only a moment’s time he located the wall safe behind the portrait above the desk. Sloppy, Kaiba, he thought with a grin as he expertly picked the lock and relieved it of nearly twenty thousand dollars.

He closed the safe and re-hung the painting before leaving the room and ducking out of the mansion, keenly aware of the numerous cameras and security guards and skillfully dodging them all. If Kaiba decided to pursue him for the cash there was no evidence of Bakura’s presence in the mansion at all.


A strangled cry fell from Yugi’s lips as he fell onto the concrete stoop in front of the game shop. He heard the stranger’s footsteps grow fainter until the sound of a car speeding away signaled their departure.

The teen choked back a sob as he struggled painfully into a sitting position, leaning against the glass door. His mind fought vainly to make sense of all that he had just experienced but to no avail. There was no excuse, no reasoning, that could make it better.

He knew he would have to speak to Yami and let him know he was back. Not alright, but back. With mammoth effort he managed to get to his feet, a wave of dizziness hitting him almost immediately, causing him to fall against the door and use it for support. He fought against the urge to vomit and felt in his pocket for his keys.

Damn, he thought desperately. Bakura must have taken them. Unable to think of anything but getting inside, he pulled back his fist and smashed it through the glass, tearing his hand open on the shards. The store alarm immediately began to sound and he scrambled to unlock the door and rushed inside to enter the pass code that would silence the siren.

It was only by the grace of the Gods that his grandfather had left that morning. The shock of seeing his grandson in such a state would likely have killed him.

Yugi struggled to the bathroom, and turned on the light, gasping at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red and swollen; his bottom lip was still bleeding freely. Usually styled neatly, his hair was now matted to his head and streaked with blood. His left cheek was raw from having rubbed against the wooden table and a large knot had formed on his right temple.

That was the least of it.

The gashes on his chest and back, from what he could see, would need stitches. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at the major infliction. As much as he didn’t want to go to the hospital, he knew he had little choice. A shower, which he had been looking forward to, would probably only cause more problems.

/Yami…/


Yami paused in his steps, Joey and Ryou continuing along Main Street. //Yugi? How are you? Where are you?//

/I'm at home,/ Yugi replied, agony apparent in his faint voice. /Yami…I need…to go to the…hospital./

//You’re at home?? How? When?//

/Please, Yami…hurry…/

Yugi’s end of the link closed and Yami could only guess that he had lost consciousness. “Joey! Ryou! He’s at home!”

The pair stopped and spun around. “Let’s go!” Joey yelled, relief mixed with anger present in his voice.

Ryou followed the others but at a much slower pace. /Bakura…can you hear me?/ He waited but no reply came. He couldn’t understand why Bakura would do such a thing. His eye was throbbing. With a heavy sigh, he quickened his pace and caught up with the teens just as Yami burst through the broken glass of the shop’s front door.

“Yugi!” Yami screamed. He closed his eyes, searching for his light’s essence and ran to the bathroom.

The sight that greeted him was indeed as bad as he had expected. “No…” he whispered before dropping to his knees and picking up the bloodied form of his hikari. “Aibou,” he whispered. “Wake up. Yugi…”

“My god,” Joey uttered from the doorway. “Let’s go, Yami, we have to get him to the hospital.”

Yami stood up with the boy in his arms and led the way to the front door of the house. “Those are Mr. Mutou’s car keys. Thank the gods he took a taxi this morning. Joey, you’re driving.”

Joey plucked the keys off of the hook and rushed into the night to unlock the doors. Yami slid into the backseat with Yugi while he and Ryou sat in front. He started the car and sped down the street, his foot to the floor, intent on getting his best friend to the hospital, even if he had to outrun every police officer in Domino to do so.