A Long Long Night

-: means they're thinking, remember?

Part 2:


Malik took a deep breath and relaxed. Bloody hell. The place where Bakura had sat on him felt cold and empty, and his groin was throbbing angrily. His neck really hurt and his side was bleeding. In conclusion, he felt crap. That bastard Bakura had done something to him. With a groan Malik sat up and looked around. Thankfully, the Thief King was gone.

Quickly Malik scanned the room for his Item. It was still there. He let out a sigh of relief. Getting up, he walked over to the Rod and sheathed the blade. Slipping it into the belt of his pants, he walked over to the sink, splashing his face in a vain attempt to bring himself back to reality.

-That arsehole Bakura will pay! How dare he interfere with me? Come into my room. Loiter! Assault me!-

Malik looked at himself in the mirror. His neck was covered in blood from where Bakura had bitten him. Scowling at the reflection of his perfect neck despoiled by the thief, he looked through his room until he found a small first aid kit that was in every room of the blimp. He took out a bandage and, after cleaning his neck and drying it, covered it up with the soft material. Then he took off his shirt. Again, his beautifully toned body bore the marks of bloody Bakura. Wasting bandages on his entire ribcage was ridiculous when the cut was hardly that large. He cleaned it up none the less.

“Mmm. That’s hot.” Malik jumped and turned around. The room was empty but he could swear he had heard the thief’s haunting voice. He had to calm down. Gods, he can’t be this jumpy. He was holder of a Millennium Item, for Ra’s sake. Cursing Bakura, he put on his shirt and put away the first aid kit. Then he replaced his armbands and other jewellery.

Finally he got onto his neckpiece. He gave a groan. This was not going to work. He could hardly appear with a cut up neck. People would ask questions and any unneeded attention was not good. He gave a sigh and placed the piece around his neck. Gods that hurt. He clenched his teeth and fitted it in place. Well, at least nothing showed. He wouldn’t be able to move his head much, but…

-Damn you Bakura!- he silently cursed and walked out of his room, not bothering to close the door. It was ruined anyway. -Bastard.-


At the all-you-can-eat ceremony Joey Wheeler was already scoffing his face with Kaiba’s goons looking at him with fear. There was only so much food on the blimp. As he stepped into the room Malik could see Yugi and his pathetic little friends standing together around the girl called Tea, probably listening to some kind of speech.

Having no wish to join them, Malik searched the room. Odion, he was pleased to see, was standing alone looking foreboding and perfectly evil. Malik laughed under his breath. Everything was going to plan. He slid his gaze from his servant to find Ryou, or maybe Bakura, whatever he was, talking to Joey. The little runt looked so freaked out that Malik became sure that he was conversing with Bakura. Deciding to have nothing more to do with the psychopath he moved on, but just then Bakura’s gaze fixed on him. The thief gave him a very wide grin and raised an eyebrow. Malik turned away, purposefully heading for Yugi and his friends.

“Namu!” exclaimed the tricolour-haired teen. Personally Malik thought that it was a little over the top, but decided to keep that to himself.

“Ah…” He self-consciously brushed his hair out of his face. “Yugi! And all your friends. Hi. Are you ready for the duels?”

“Ready? Come on Namu. You’re talkin’ ta Joey Wheeler and Yugi, the King of Games. We’re ready to wipe this place clean!” laughed Joey through a mouthful of food.

“Then get wiping. You shouldn’t even be in this tournament, Wheeler! And now I understand why you’re here. You’re obviously the cleaning lady I hired for this place.” Kaiba had appeared in the room. “Get it going!” he ordered his goons, and they began to ready the machine.

“Hey Kaiba. Stop being such a prick!” shouted Joey, but Kaiba walked past, ignoring him. Malik was in a bad mood so decided to have some fun with Joey.

“Ah. Joey I don’t understand? You and Yugi came here to clean?” said Namu.

“No Namu,” said Yugi calmly while the others had to hold Joey back from killing the Egyptian. “Joey and Kaiba just don’t like each other much. We’re here to duel like everyone else.”

“Who do you think is going first?” a timid voice asked. Malik nearly screamed as he saw Ryou a few inches away from him.

“I dunno Bakura,” said Joey. Malik cringed slightly at the name and was not particularly surprised to see the white haired boy suppress a pained expression. Apparently noticing that he was being scrutinised, Ryou looked over at Malik straight in the eye. His eyes widened and he quickly looked away.

“Hello Ma-Namu,” said the teen, not looking at him. Malik wasn’t surprised. The poor guy was going red again. The Egyptian was eternally thankful to Ryou for remembering to not call him by his real name. At the front of the room the goons had brought out one of Kaiba’s contraptions. It was a machine with balls inside it numbered from 1- 8. A Blue Eyes White Dragon head was in the middle. It looked so pathetic that Malik nearly laughed. He looked over at Ryou and could almost see Bakura smirking through him, looking at the contraption with bewilderment. The goons began to explain what was already apparent. It was just like bingo. First two numbers out duelled each other. He was number five.

He watched in amusement as the first number was called. -Ha, a six. Bakura!- He let his gaze wander to Ryou.

“Me? I’m first to duel?” Then Ryou’s voice was replaced by Bakura’s manic laughter. Malik shivered and forced himself to look back at the bingo contraption before him.

-Number 3. Ah. Yugi. Perfect. Now Bakura can show me truly how good he claims to be!-

Bakura turned to Malik, giving him a wink. As he turned back to face the machine Malik could easily make out the manic grin that played across his lips.

-You better win this duel!- he thought, staring hard at the thief.

They were given a few minutes before everyone was required to go up to the arena. Malik took the opportunity to slip away and collect his thoughts without being disturbed.

-It was all working perfectly. Those fools had no idea. They had all fallen into his perfect trap!- Malik felt an insane urge to laugh. Instead he nearly screamed as a hand grabbed him around his waist.

“What’s so funny? I bloody love jokes!” Bakura whispered joyously in his ear, his breath hot against the Egyptian’s flesh. Malik tried to pull away. He glanced desperately around the corridor. No one was there. Everyone must still be stuffing themselves before the first duel. Why couldn’t Bakura just go away and eat? Why did his breath feel so good on his skin?

“Get off me you fool! I thought you were hungry?” squirmed Malik, trying to free himself of Bakura.

“Oh, but I still am.” The thief twisted Malik around to face him and pinned him to the wall.

“Bakura!” Malik struggled even harder, almost freeing himself only to have the thief shift to place his whole body weight on the other teen, effectively stopping all movement.

“Don’t I even get a good luck? Not even a fucking fond farewell?” asked Bakura, mock hurt in his eyes.

“You –“ but whatever Malik was going to say was cut short as he let out a gasp because Bakura had decided to bite down on his collar bone.

“Ow!” The golden haired teen tried to kick out but it didn’t seem to matter to Bakura, who continued to leisurely explore Malik’s flesh. The damned shirt was getting in his way and Malik had put on that bloody neck thing of his so he didn’t have far to explore. He gave up, moving up to Malik’s mouth. That at least was still easily accessible.

“Bakura-“ It was in vain. Malik’s protest was cut short by a soft nip on his lip from the other teen. It was the followed by a harder bite making him gasp in surprise. That, of course, was all that Bakura needed to fully immerse himself in the other’s mouth.


Malik prepared himself for the onslaught – that never came. To his surprise Bakura only skirted his tongue around the inside of his lip before pulling back and nipping once again at his already tender flesh. He was not expecting this. Despite himself Malik let out a moan. This seemed to spur Bakura on and before the teen could decide whether he regretted making the sound his mouth was once again under the close attention of the thief.


The small sounds coming from Malik were driving him insane. Bakura pulled back, letting himself and Malik breath before biting at Malik’s jaw and stealing yet another deep kiss. This time to his amusement he felt a tentative tongue brush against his own. -Malik was really such a fucking slut!- thought Bakura with delight, moving his hand up Malik’s shirt and brushing it against his nipple. The young Egyptian moaned into his mouth and began to fight the thief’s tongue, almost expertly trying to dodge past. The white haired teen grinned to himself and let Malik’s tongue have a taste of his own mouth. Despite his own needs, teasing Malik was far too much fun, so Bakura pulled back, almost laughing from wicked pleasure as Malik followed him before frowning at the lack of the other’s mouth.

“Sorry Ishtar, I have a duel to win. And it’s much more fun than having you whore yourself out,” smirked Bakura, turning away from the other boy. “But don’t worry your pretty little arse over it. I promise I’ll be back,” he said, looking over his shoulder at the confused and angry looking teen he was leaving behind. -He looks so damn hot when he’s pissed off.-


The last sentence was almost like a threat. Or even a promise. -Ah. Holy Ra, what was going on?- Malik sunk to his knees, his head in his hands. -What did that fucking psycho want from him? This was HIS plan not that bastard Bakura’s, and yet the spirit seemed to be in charge. Damn him. If only he could send the madman to the Shadow Realm and get rid of him for good.- Then Malik remembered the feel of Bakura’s mouth over his. He blinked… -Definitely sending him to the fucking Shadow Realm!-



When he joined, everyone else had already gathered. The whole group was lead to the top of the blimp where an arena was waiting. Both Yugi and Bakura stepped on it and it began to rise. Yugi’s little fan club already began cheering him on. -The fools. They have no idea that I am Malik and that Bakura is working for ME!- thought Malik, trying to ignore the nagging thought of who Bakura was actually working for.

The duel was quite good. First Bakura, the foolish show off, showed everyone that poor old Ryou was in fact under his control and started bragging about how he was not alone in this endeavour. Malik was not happy. The fool could give away the whole game. Angered, he called on the powers of his Item to send his mind to Bakura. The effect was that of him standing all but in body next to the Thief King. It gave Malik a thrill to be next to the Yami. He could feel the power and battle rage coming off him. Despite his uncertainties about the spirit, this performance had to end.

-Stop telling them the plans you fool. You will ruin everything!-

-Malik,- crowed Bakura, -How nice to see you. I’m sorry I can’t engage you at the moment as I am in the middle of a duel!-

-If you don’t shut up I’ll take over and Yugi will be mine!- replied Malik with an ease he did not feel.

-Don’t bother Ishtar. You couldn’t even touch me. Go and watch like the rest of them! And I’ll see to you later.- With a smirk he pushed Malik’s mind away with his own powers of the Millennium Ring.


Malik returned to his body. He angrily looked up at Bakura, but the thief was now ignoring him, concentrating on his duel. Sighing, Malik crossed his arms. At least he was concentrating on his task. Bakura started off by summoning 'Portrait's Secret'. Malik blinked. What was the fool thinking? Yugi could easily destroy such a weak card. It only got worse as Yugi started piling on attack after attack, eventually reducing Bakura’s life points to a pathetic 450. Malik looked on as Bakura began to laugh, his eyes almost glowing.

“Behold a power beyond your imagining as I summon Dark Necrofear!” Bakura’s monster flew around the spectators, getting so close to Malik it brushed his cheek before manifesting itself before its master. Malik glared at Bakura, wondering if the contact was purposeful. The manic grin on the thief’s face didn’t tell him much though. He usually wore it when he was very pleased with himself.

“By destroying my three monsters, you let me use one of my most destructive cards!” the thief laughed. Malik saw him place two more cards face down and end his turn. This was beginning to get interesting. He watched as the duelists fought each other. Bakura activated 'Dark Sanctuary', bringing out the most horrific and disgusting backdrop to the duel. Malik eyed it with distaste but could not fault how uncomfortable Bakura had made the other fools feel. It was a very long duel.


Bakura was really enjoying himself. He was flinging out the most disturbing cards he could and seeing Malik wince at them was sending shiver’s up his spine. Now he summoned his 'Ouija Board', beginning to spell out Yugi’s demise. Soon he would have that god damned Egyptian God card. His ghost was already roaming the field, looking for a monster to manifest itself in. But before using it on Yugi, Bakura decided to tease Malik again. He loved that glare.


Malik felt the air stir and something brush against his neck just under his ear. -Bastard. This was no accident.- He glanced up at Bakura, saw him smirking at him and glared.


-Bloody hell, he was glaring!- It was simply too good. Reluctantly, Bakura drew his attention back to the duel. How was he expected to win this when he was getting a hard on just teasing Malik? Suddenly things were turning around. He was on letter T. Just H to go before his board would spell out Yugi’s DEATH. Suddenly Yugi was sacrificing his own monsters, bringing out 'Slifer the Sky Dragon'. Bakura could not believe it. How could he do that?


Malik took a breath. It was over. The Egyptian God would blast Bakura into oblivion. There was only one thing for it. He once again summoned the powers of his Millennium Item.

-Odion.-

-Yes, master Malik.-

-I need you to pretend to be me and tell them that you control Bakura. Do it
now!- With that, Malik again transferred himself to Bakura’s side. -Let me take over!-

-No.- Bakura looked him up and down. -I have it under control.-

-No you fucking don’t. Slifer’s attack is determined by the amount of cards Yugi is holding. At the moment 3. That means 3000 you stubborn nutcase!- fumed Malik. -That means he has more than enough power to blast you into the next dimension!-

Bakura looked shocked, an unnatural look for the usually self assured thief. Malik could see him biting back his pride as he turned to him. -What should I do?-

Malik grinned in internal triumph. -I have a plan. Let Ryou have back the control. Yugi would never attack his friend.-

Bakura stiffened. -My hikari is too weak. If Yugi attacks it may be too much.-

-You have no choice. My way will work.- Malik stubbornly crossed his arms.


Odion had walked into the scene. He was telling Yugi that he now controlled Bakura and that he was making the spirit give the body back to Ryou.

-Now!- hissed Malik. Bakura gave him one last distrustful back before appearing to step back into the world Malik was in. Before them the body of Ryou collapsed to the floor.

“Where am I? Why does my arm hurt? Please somebody… Help me.” Ryou’s weak voice sounded pitiful in the wind blown arena. Malik’s heart almost went out to the poor boy, but he had no choice. The God cards had to be won at any cost. He watched Bakura as he silently stood over his hikari, a blank expression on his face. -What is he thinking?-

“Please. Somebody. It really hurts.” A slight sob shook the thin figure.

“Bakura!” exclaimed Yugi. “Are you alright?”

-Fucking stupid question,- growled Yami Bakura.

-Yami?- Ryou had turned to his dark. -Help me. What’s going on?-

-Shut up and keep this up,- replied the thief coldly, not looking at his light.

-B-b-bakura?- Ryou fell to the floor.

-Look, we’re winning.- whispered Malik. Yugi had nearly got himself kicked out by
trying to cross the arena. Now he was back in his place, a distraught look on his face. Suddenly it changed to a look of determination. Bakura tensed.

-It looks like he’s going to attack.- He turned to Malik. -I’m sorry Malik, but I need Ryou. I cannot risk him like this.- Before Malik could protest, Bakura flashed him one of his insane grins and stepped forward, taking over Ryou’s body once again. It was over in a minute. Yugi, realising the dark spirit was back, had no qualms about releasing the wrath of his Egyptian God. Bakura stood taking the full brunt of that power.


-Ahhhh.- The pain was overwhelming. He laughed as his vision began to blacken. There was no way Ryou would have withstood this. He wouldn’t have enjoyed it half as much anyway.


Malik could still hear Bakura’s scream of ecstasy as the ring flew from his neck, ripping the spirit out of Ryou and leaving only a crumpled figure of the unconscious boy, and Yugi with the Puzzle and God Card still very much in his possession.