Giving In

Disclaimer - I don't own them, but oh how I wish I did.

Author's Notes - Well, another crappy, dirty, over-worked night doing freight only to come home to more work : P Running on four and a half hours of
sleep at that . . . but I just couldn't go to bed until I posted another chapter for Acid. Here you go hun . . . a little Bakura torture in this chapter. Hope you
all enjoy it.

Chapter 4 - Confrontations of Darkness

Bakura slunk into the silent house through the back door. The lock had been terribly easy for him . . . it figured that this time period hadn't managed to
create a lock that could keep him out yet. He looked around carefully, poing ing where the strange Shadow Game that he had sensed was being held.

His senses were jangling madly in his head at the nearness of the Shadow Magic that was swirling through the Motou household. What was the Pharaoh up
to that he had summoned the Shadow Realm as his playing field? Yami never did that unless Yugi or his pathetic mortal friends were in danger, which only
reinforced his belief that there was something not 'right' with the spirit of the Millennium Puzzle. The Tomb Robber walked into the living room slowly, his
eyes taking in the still moving pictures on the TV screen and the half eaten slice of pizza on the coffee table. Something had been interrupted for this
Shadow Game . . . but what had caused it?

"Intriguing . . ." he murmured, and then stumbled as the Shadow Magic suddenly disappeared, leaving him disoriented. His instincts screamed for him to
run suddenly . . . but he ignored them. He was Bakura, Master Thief and Tomb Robber King . . . he ran from nothing, and never had. He whirled as a hand
came down on his shoulder, cold brown eyes meeting equally cold red as he came face to face with Yami.

"Who are you?" he asked, and shuddered when the man he'd thought was the Pharaoh chuckled. It was a sound worthy of him in one of his more
psychotic episodes . . . devoid of humor, it was dark and menacing, a sound that he had never associated with his opponent before. "You're not Yami."

"Why, Bakura . . . I do believe you are smarter than you look, unlike those mortals that my little light calls friends," the dark murmured . . . and leaned
forward to capture Bakura's lips in a hungry, demanding kiss, the lightly tanned fingers digging into the back of the white-haired thief's neck mercilessly.
The Tomb Robber fought to get free . . . and stumbled suddenly as his freedom was granted, brown eyes staring up at the other spirit in shock as he fell
into the couch.

"What the fuck are you?" Bakura growled finally, his eyes narrowing in anger as the dark smiled coldly.

"I am the true Yami . . . the darkness that pathetic Pharaoh locked away in order to protect that innocent little brat from himself," the other hissed, leaning
down until his face was scant inches from the Tomb Robber's own. "And we have a score to settle, you and I . . ." Bakura gasped and flung himself
backwards, scrambling over the couch as a knife appeared suddenly in the other spirit's hand. It was already covered in blood.

With the couch between them, Bakura took a moment to study his opponent. This Yami seemed to have much more control over his Shadow Powers than
the true Yami did . . . which meant that this one probably remembered everything from his life before the Puzzle.

"Indeed," the other Yami murmured, answering the unspoken thought absently as he licked some of the blood from the blade in his hand. "I remember
everything . . . including our last confrontation before our spirits became irrevocably linked to these damnable items. Do you remember, Tomb Robber?
You tried to take my life . . . and nearly succeeded." The other spirit absently rubbed at a spot on his shoulder, glaring at Bakura coldly.

"I merely wanted what belonged to me," Bakura said, watching the dark other carefully for sig signal of attack. "You got in the way."

"Did you know . . . I felt sorry for you up to that day," Yami said suddenly, surprising the Tomb Robber.

"I didn't need your pity!" Bakura snarled, and then darted for the kitchen. He needed to get out of there, needed to regroup and rethink things through. This
was an unexpected and unwelcome turn of events . . . this Yami was more powerful, and much more psychotic than Bakura had ever thought would be
possible from the Pharaoh. He grunted as a body slammed into him from behind, taking him down to the floor. He was summarily flipped over, coming
face to face with a very angry Yami, who loomed over him with an unholy aura crackling darkly around him.

"No . . . you didn't and still do not," the dark murmured, before leaningn ann and licking a cold trail up the side of the Tomb Robber's face. "But I can
taste your fear, Tomb Robber . . . and it is like a delectable wine to me. Such a sweet, innocent body you inhabit . . . so much like the little light the Pharaoh
wants so desperately to protect." Bakura screamed as the knife plunged into his arm, pinning it to the floor through his forearm. "And as much as you
despise him, you care for him because you need this boy."

"Fuck . . . you . . ." Bakura rasped, pain making his voice barely audible as he gritted his teeth against the waves of agony his arm was sending through
him. "Get off of me!"

"Oh, I'm afraid not, thief," the dark whispered, smiling coldly down at his captive. "You see . . . you came to play, and I'm in the mood for some fun. My
last Shadow Game did not go as I had wished, and I find I need to release some pent up energy." Bakura's eyes widened as he stared up at the figure
above him in shock. "Such a delectable young body . . . and such a dominating spirit. Will it break you, I wonder . . . to be at my mercy?" Bakura
struggled harder to get free as he sensed the Shadow Realm engulfing them once again . . . and screamed as he was torn from Ryou's body.

"What . . .are you doing?" he gasped. The spirit above him chuckled before standing slowly, leaving the knife buried to it's hilt in the Tomb Robber's
forearm.

"Taking us to the play ground, my new toy," Yami said. "Let us see how strong you have truly become . . . I've left you a weapon, come try to kill me
again." Bakura snarled, yanking the knife from his arm in one swift motion and standing, cradling the wounded member to his chest as he glared across the
short space separating them. Where they were and the time they were in was forgotten as he watched another knife appear in the dark spirit's hand.

"What's the Game?" he growled. Yami shrugged.

"A simple one, Tomb Robber. You kill me . . . or I tyou.you. Easy enough for even you to understand," the spirit said, a demented grin crossing his
features. Bakura lunged . . . a move that the other spirit easily dodged, spinning out of reach smoothly, a line of fire opening up along the white-haired
thief's side as Yami's knife caught him along the ribs. "Tsk, tsk, Tomb Robber . . . it seems you hlostlost your edge," the dark Yami taunted. "That move
was barely worthy of an adolescent."

"I'm not finished yet," Bakura snarled, his breath hitching slightly in his chest as a particularly deep inhalation caused pain to blossom along his ribs. "The
Game's just started."

"Indeed," Yami murmured, smiling. "So what are you waiting for?" This time, when Bakura lunged, he grabbed the leading arm and pulled the Tomb
Robber into another unwanted kiss before releasing him and moving away, laughing coldly. "You are hardly providing a challenge. I expected more from
you, thief." Bakura snarled and lunged, twisting at the last minute to bring the knife up and across in the opposite direction from where he had been
obviously heading. The blow connected, opening a cut along the shadow's arm, which the dark had barely managed to get up in time to block the knife
from his chest. "Better," he murmured and lapped at the blood trickling down his arm, his eyes watching his opponent over the wounded limb.

Bakura licked his own knife, savoring the blood of his rival as he smiled coldly. He nearly missed Yami's next move . . . the dark was quicker than his other
self, which Bakura had not expected. He hissed as the blade nicked the side of his face rather than his ribs due to his dropping into a crouch, but did not let
it stop him from getting his own blow ipenipening a gash along the other's thigh as he spun and rolled away to put more distance between them.

"You're at a disadvantage, you know," he said conversationally as he eyed the dark Yami from several feet away. "You're merely trying to wound me . . .
I'm trying to kill you. You have to be more careful with your blows."

"Yes . . . but notice that you still have not come close," the other replied, a smirk crossing his features as he absently caressed the blood tinted blade to his
cheek, leaving a line of fresh scarlet across the high cheek bone. "Or are you deliberately trying to lose? Perhaps I will go easy on you if you give in to your
desires . . ." He chuckled darkly as Bakura lunged at him again, anger making the thief careless. He tripped the angered spirit, laughing as he moved away
from the clumsy attack. "Foolish," he hissed, and lunged forward himself to bury his knife into the middle right side of Bakura's back.

Bakura howled, arching away from the blow in a vain attempt to escape it . . . and screamed when the blade was twisted as an arm came up around his
throat, trapping him.

"I win . . ." Yami murmured, pulling the knife slowly from the thief's back, enjoying the feel of it sliding through skin and blood. "Too easy." He spun the
Tomb Robber in his grasp, staring into slightly clouded brown eyes before stepping back and away.

Bakura yelped as chains suddenly appeared, binding him to a stone altar that came into existence behind him. He struggled futilely, ignoring the pain that
was washing through him as he panicked at being trapped and helpless. Wide, dark eyes watched as Yami approached, clothing disappearing like so much
smoke as the dark came near to where he lay, bound and wide open to whatever was going to happen next. He shivered as lightly tanned fingers traced
patterns on the smooth, pale skin of his stomach, his mind finally connecting the missing piece of the puzzle.

"You raped Yugi . . ." he said hoarsely. The dark Yami laughed.

"So I did ," he replied, running one slim finger around a pale, coral colored nipple and watching it tighten. "One must get his amusement somewhere . . .
and the boy is too innocent and delectable to resist."

"Where . . . is the boy now?" Bakura asked, vainly trying to ignore his body's reactions to what Yami was doing. Yami sighed.

"He's locked himself in his Soul Room . . . he no longer wishes to play with me. But that is fine. I have so many other toys, and he will eventually sacrifice
himself to save them. That is what bleeding hearts like him and my other do, after all. I am surprised he held up under my last Shadow Game . . . I would
have thought seeing both Joey and his precious Pharaoh suffer because of him would have broken him, but it did not. Not that I mind . . . he's providing
more of a challenge than I could have hoped for from such a little runt as he." Bakura gasped as a hand suddenly found his unwanted erection and pumped
it harshly, eliciting a groan from the pale throat as his body betrayed him. His eyes widened as he felt a warm tongue run over the cut on his side, cleaning
the old blood from the wound and allowing fresh blood to well.

"What . . . what have you done with the Pharaoh?" he whispered hoarsely, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to bring his rebelling body back under control.

"That weakling is attempting to fend off the inevitable, much as you are now, Tomb Robber. It is no use fighting me . . . you are at my mercy."

"What is . . . the inevitable?" he asked . . . and then groaned as a warmth engulfed his hardened member. There was silence for a few moments before he
recieved his reply.

"To become one with me . . . we are a single entity and only one of us can continue to exist. He will eventually succumb to his own darkness . . . and then I
will no longer be held back by the foolish rules he imposed." A hand squeezed his sack suddenly, making him scream as raw pain coarsed through him,
even as he was engulfed in warmth again as Yami took his manhood into his mouth, scraping at it painfully with teeth and soothing away the hurt with his
tongue, only to cause it again. Bakura squirmed, trying to escape the torture even as his body enjoyed it.

He opened his eyes wide as a gentle hand cupped his face, surprising in it's softness after the pain it had been causing. He stared up into blood red eyes . .
. and screamed as the knife intointo his ribs, missing vital organs while causing the most pain possible. Somewhere in his soul, he knew that he would be
lucky to survive this . . . and part of him wondered if he wanted to.

"Yes . . ." the dark Yami hissed, his face inches from the Tomb Robber's as he watched the brown eyes glaze over in agony. "Scream for me, Tomb
Robber. Let me hear that glorious music so that I may remember it for all eternity after you are dead." The knife twisted, the scream rising in pitch as wave
upon wave of red agony twisted through the pale body. "Such a beautiful sound from such a beautiful creature . . ." Yami moaned, one hand caressing his
own hardened member as his clothes too faded into insubstantial smoke. Jerking the Tomb Robber's head around, he used the knife to pry open the gritted
teeth before shoving himself into that warmth.

Bakura gagged, the knife edge keeping him from biting down on the intruder as Yami pushed his erection into the cavernous warmth.

"Suck," the shadow commanded. "Give me what I want . . . and you may survive this, Bakura, King of Thieves." Fighting back the bile rising in his throat
and the terror in his mind, Bakura succumbed . . . wishing only that this would soon be over. He had never felt so humiliated in all of his life . . . and he had
never been more scared.

"Ahhh . . ." Yami groaned, his head falling back as he felt Bakura acquiescing to his domination. "Yes . . . such warmth . . . gods, you are talented," he
hissed, his hips bucking as the sensations flowed through his blood, making it burn. One tanned hand tangled in the white hair, pulling harshly as he pumped
himself into the open mouth, ignoring the gagging sounds his toy was making as he shoved himself in to thlt alt again and again. "Bakura . . ." he growled
and released his seed. Bakura choked, trying desperately not to swallow as cum seeped from his mouth to dribble down his cheek to the stone tablet below
his head. His head rocked back as the dark slapped him, a bruise already beginning to swell up as he glared up at his tormentor, shame staining his cheeks a
deep crimson. He spat, watching with dim satisfaction as the cum laden saliva hit one lightly tanned cheek.

Yami raised an uncaring hand to the offending matter, wiping it off absently as he stared down at his captive. Kneeling down, he looked at Bakura from eye
level, blood red meeting chocolate for a moment before he plunged his fingers into the wound he had created in the Tomb Robber's side, the tri-haired
head tilting to one side as he watched the thief arch up off the stone tablet, his voice echoing in a pain filled scream that was music to the demented one's
ears. Removing his fingers from the wound, he casually licked the blood off of the digits, returning to his position standing over the bound man.

"I was in the mood to be nice to you after that . . ." Yami hissed. "Now you can just suffer. This Shadow Game is ended . . . and I am the winner once
again."

The shadows faded, leaving Bakura to watch from his huddled position on the floor as Yami disappeared from his line of sight.

Bakura wretched, his stomach dry heaving from the after effects of the pain that still echoed through him, even though the Game was over and all had
returned to as it had been. He struggled to his feet, his erection throbbing painfully with the need for release . . . but he didn't think he could ever find it
again. Staggering, he made his escape before the demented spirit could return . . . and hoped desperately that there was some way to bring the true Yami
back. For the first and only time in his life . . . Bakura wanted the irritating Pharaoh back whee bee belonged.

Author's End Note - Well . . . not really the end, as there are quite a few more chapters popping up in my head. You know . . . I don't think I can ever
write a one shot, which is what this was supposed to be. I'm just not capable of it . . . I set out to write a one shot, and I end up with chapters upon
chapters of stuff. *sigh* oh well. I know this wasn't one of my better chapters, and I hope you all will forgive me. The next one will be much more . . .
interesting. Until then, please review : )