The Path of Vengeance

Marik looked distastefully at the meal that had been placed before him. The offer of dinner had sounded appealing at first. He and Bakura had even tugged down their trays in childish anticipation. But what now rested before him left much to be desired. He picked up the accompanying plastic fork and poked at the lump of meat in the center of the tray. “Bakura,” he stated. “What the fuck is this?”

Bakura’s fork held a limp, unidentifiable vegetable. “I have eaten many things deemed revolting in my lifetime,” he stated instead of responding. “But there is no way I’m putting this in my mouth.”

Marik cringed as the peculiar food fell from the fork and landed in the orange pudding with a sickening splat. “That’s fucking gross,” he commented, covering his plate. He glanced at the women across the aisle, sickened to see them devouring the refuse. “And they call me insane,” he muttered.

Bakura placed the cover back over his plate and sat it in the empty seat next to him along with Marik’s. “I guess they figure that the higher you are above the ground the more desperate you become.”

Marik wrinkled his nose. “I’ll never be that desperate.” He shifted in his seat. “My ass is falling asleep. How much longer is it?”

Bakura laughed. “Damn, Marik, we’ve only been in this thing for two hours.”

Marik groaned. “This blows.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, stretching his arms as high above his head as the space would allow. “We should have brought something to do.”

“I’ll give you something to do,” Bakura said suggestively, a lewd smile playing on his lips.

“I do owe you a hand job,” Marik purred, sitting back down. He glanced around quickly before placing his hand on the bulge in the thief’s crotch, gripping him gently.

Bakura let out a low hiss. “You really mean to do this here?” he asked quietly.

“Oh yeah,” Marik replied, pulling down Bakura’s zipper, effectively releasing his rapidly growing erection. “Fuck Bakura, you got a license for this thing?”

Bakura snorted. “What the hell kind of question is that?” he asked, thrusting into the Egyptian’s grip.

“Damn, when’s the last time you got laid? Haven’t you ever heard of talking dirty?”

“Shut up, Ishtar.”

Marik grinned. “See now you’re getting it,” he teased.

“Stop fucking teasing,” Bakura ground out.

The blonde sped up his hand, stroking the tomb robber as swiftly as discretion would allow. He leaned next to him and began whispering in his ear. “You know this is making me fucking hard,” he purred. A subtle moan sounded from the thief. Marik raised his hand to his mouth, adding a bit of saliva before returning to his task, enabling him to boost the rhythm quickly driving Bakura closer to the edge. “You know,” he whispered suggestively. “If at any point one of these suits were to look over here they’d see me with your dick in my hand.”

The image brought about another wave of satisfaction in Bakura’s mind. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he panted.

“I think you might, judging from your reaction. You like the thought of people watching you get off?”

“Fuck…Marik…”

Marik smirked. He wouldn’t have pegged Bakura as an exhibitionist but the more he thought about it the more sense it made. The man was a thief – constantly avoiding getting caught and accustomed to the high that came with it. Well, if that was his thing then far be it from Marik to deny him. “Maybe I should pull you in my lap and fuck you right here. Think you could keep quiet enough?”

“Holy fucking hells, Marik,” Bakura moaned, his mental cinema running at maximum speed. There was no way he was going to last under these conditions. Marik’s increased tempo, accompanied by his vulgar comments, was sending him racing toward completion. An audible groan came forth, causing his eyes to fly open, scanning the area quickly to ensure their anonymity.

“Close your eyes,” Marik instructed gently. “I’m watching.”

Bakura did as ordered and leaned back against the armrest. He could feel his climax rapidly approaching. “Marik…I can’t wait…”

“Don’t then. Let it go.” Marik tightened his grip slightly, drawing another moan from the thief.

Bakura bucked his hips, thick pools of semen shooting out of him. He fought against the urge to cry out, biting his lip savagely to keep silent. He hadn’t come so hard in as long as he could recall. As the tremors passed he exhaled swiftly before opening his eyes to see Marik’s stunned face. His brow wrinkled in confusion. “What?”

Marik’s shoulders began to shake, his lips quivering as he fought to keep quiet.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Bakura asked, quickly becoming offended.

Marik shook his head. “Not you,” he managed. “Look.”

Bakura looked over his shoulder at the businesswomen. They were engrossed in heavy conversation. “I don’t get it,” Bakura stated, stuffing himself back into his jeans and sitting upright.

Marik leaned over and whispered into his ear. “The one in the blue suit. Look at her plate.”

Bakura scanned the tray quizzically for a moment before his jaw fell open. There, atop the remaining slice of the sorry excuse for roasted chicken, rested a glob of his semen. He quickly turned away to hide his laughter. “I fucking rock,” he whispered to Marik, who was biting his knuckles, tears of amusement pooling in his eyes. “That’s what, six feet? Seven?”

“You’re the man, Bakura,” Marik snickered. His eyes widened as the woman picked up her fork. “Oh shit…” She speared a forkful of the carrots.

Bakura watched in silent amusement. The woman swallowed her carrots and sure enough she picked up the chicken. He felt Marik’s grip tighten on his arm in anticipation and both their jaws dropped as the woman popped the fork in her mouth, pulling it back empty.

That did it. Laughter erupted from the pair, startling the passengers around them. They laughed so hard that they couldn’t breathe which made them laugh more. The disgusted looks they received from the businesswomen did nothing to stifle the noise either.

“Holy fucking Ra I can’t believe she did that,” Marik managed.

Bakura shook his head, unable to respond due to the sharp pains in his stomach.

“You know, you could show a little respect for the other passengers,” the woman said distastefully.

Bakura blinked and took a deep breath. “You’re right,” he said with sickening sweetness. “Are you enjoying your meal?”

The woman smiled. “I am, yes. It was quite good.”

“I’ll bet it was the secret sauce,” Marik snickered.

“I’m sure it was,” the woman replied conversationally.

Big mistake. Both men broke up laughing again, louder than before. The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, turning back to her companion. “They’ll let anyone on an airplane these days, won’t they?”


Kaiba sat in his media room with the head of his security department scanning through the surveillance tapes of the grounds on the night of the “incident”. They made it through the final video before the brunette sighed. “Tell me, Toshiro. How can someone steal twenty thousand dollars from me and NOT BE ON A SURVEILLANCE VIDEO? They didn’t just disappear!”

Toshiro winced. “I don’t know, Mr. Kaiba. Perhaps the thief gained access to the security system and was able to shut off the cameras?”

Kaiba rolled his eyes. “Use your head, you fool. Wouldn’t there be a break in film if that were the case?”

“Of course, sir.”

“I want this place SECURE. What if this person had taken Mokuba instead? I dare say we’d be having a very different conversation right now!”

“Yes sir, Mr. Kaiba.”

“Put in the office tape.”

Toshiro swiftly changed the videotape to that of the hidden camera in Kaiba’s home office.

Kaiba picked up the remote control and pressed the fast-forward button. They watched the shadows move swiftly across the floor until darkness fell. Eventually a figure sped into the office. Kaiba slowed the tape speed and turned up the volume.

His eyes grew cold as he watched Bakura look around before picking up the phone. He leaned forward, rage boiling his blood.

*Marik, its Bakura. Wake up…I need to borrow your motorcycle…I’m serious. I need to get out of town...
The Pharaoh is going to be looking for me any minute now…Raped Yugi…Very…Meet me at the park...twenty minutes.*

His anger rose to epic proportions as he watched Bakura open his desk drawers, rifle through the stacks of paper on his desk, and finally locate the wall safe. The tomb robber made a mockery of the safe’s defenses as he opened it quickly and pulled out the money, stuffing in the inside pocket of his coat before closing the safe and re-hanging the painting before walking out of the office.

“Tell me, Toshiro,” Kaiba began, his tone calm and deadly. “How is it possible that someone who very obviously stole from me and walked out of my office just disappeared? Enlighten me as to why he was never seen on this property again.”

Toshiro could read the underlying threats in the voice of his employer. “He must have known the map of the surveillance cameras, sir. That’s the only way.”

Kaiba pressed his fingers against his temples. “And how are we going to prevent this from happening again?”

“I’ll meet with the other security members, Mr. Kaiba. We’ll have this sorted out by nightfall.”

“You had better,” Kaiba replied. “Your job depends on it. Now I want you to find me a private investigator. The best in the field.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll get right on it.” Toshiro bowed slightly and made a hasty retreat.

Kaiba leaned back in his chair, rewinding the video. “That arrogant little fuck,” he muttered. “There’s no way he’s getting away with this.” His fist came crashing down on the arm of the chair. He’ll learn better than to fuck with Seto Kaiba. No one gets the better of me and lives to tell about it.


“You sure you’re okay, man?”

Tristan glared at Duke in the driver’s seat. “For the last time, I’ll be fine! Just drop me off in front of the gates.”

Duke came to a stop outside the massive entryway to the Kaiba Mansion. “Look, Tris, I’m not upset with you. I know you’re pissed about what happened and I understand that. But losing your temper like that in front of Yugi wasn’t cool. Think of what he’s been through, man. Would you want to deal with your friends’ issues after you’d been through something like that?”

Tristan raised an eyebrow. “Damn, Duke, when’d you get to be such a philanthropist?”

“About the same time you learned what that word meant.”

Tristan chuckled, opening his door. “Thanks for the ride, man. I’ll see you tomorrow at the hospital?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in the morning.”

Tristan nodded and stepped out, shutting the door behind him. He waved at Duke and walked up to the gate. “Hey Kenji,” he said to the guard.

“Good evening, Master Taylor.”

Kenji opened the gate and Tristan walked through, heading up the hill and toward the mansion.


Kaiba ran the tape for the tenth time, trying to determine Bakura’s method for opening the “fail proof” safe. He wasn’t having any luck. As much as he hated to admit it, Bakura was indeed a master of his trade. “I can’t believe I trusted that son of a bitch,” he cursed. He knew he couldn’t count on the police to find the thief. Even if they were halfway competent at their jobs he wouldn’t do so for fear that once caught Bakura would expose him. Granted, no one in their right mind would believe the words of a thief caught on film over the great Seto Kaiba but it would raise too many questions with the runt’s friends that he didn’t want to have to answer.

Bakura had just walked onscreen when a voice spoke up behind him. “Hey baby.”

Kaiba’s eyes widened and he immediately hit the fast forward button and stood up, blocking the view of the screen. “Hey yourself. When did you get here?”

“Just now.”

“You don’t look so good.”

Tristan walked forward and collapsed into Kaiba’s arms. “I’m not,” he replied. “Yugi was attacked two days ago.”

Oh hell, here we go, Kaiba thought. He put on a mask of surprise. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“That fucking Bakura kidnapped and tortured him,” Tristan spat out. “And now he’s disappeared and Ryou won’t help us find him.”

“Bakura? Ryou’s yami?” Tristan nodded. “How is Yugi now?”

“Not so great. He’s in the hospital. He had to have surgery and everything.”

“I’m sorry honey,” Kaiba said sympathetically, pulling him close. He was about to speak again when his security chief stepped into the room.

“Mr. Kaiba, I’ve got the investigator on the phone.”

“Okay,” Kaiba replied. He turned to Tristan. “Honey, I have to take this call. I’ll be right back, alright?” Tristan nodded. Kaiba stood up and left the room, closing the doors behind him, not wanting to risk his boyfriend hearing his conversation.

Tristan wiped at his eyes and sat down in Kaiba’s seat. He already felt better being surrounded by the security and comfort that he had begun to associate with Seto. He glanced up at the screen. Seto must have forgotten he had this running, he thought, slowing the tape back to normal speed. I’ve really got to get him out more. Instead of watching TV or a movie he’s watching a tape of his office.

He sat back in the chair and sighed. He still couldn’t come to grips with the events of the last day. It seemed so long ago that Joey had told them about Yugi. He knew things would never be the same again and wished desperately that they could. He didn’t know how to help Yugi. He didn’t know what to say to Yami to help the spirit cope with the situation. Hell, he didn’t even know all of what took place. Not that he wanted to. No, he was pretty sure that he didn’t want to know the details.

Movement on the screen caught his eye. It was Seto walking into the office. The timestamp on the bottom right corner said it was recorded earlier that morning. Oh yeah, he thought with a grin. I bet there’s blackmail on here. Even the great Blue Eyes has to fart or pick his nose on occasion.

The on-screen Kaiba approached his desk and took off his coat before sitting down in the deluxe office chair. He pulled open one of the desk drawers and took out an ashtray and a cigar. Tristan’s eyes widened as he watched his boyfriend take a Zippo from his pocket and light the cigar, snapping his wrist to close the lighter with obvious skill before leaning back in the chair and propping his feet on the desk.

Wow, he thought. He looks fucking hot.

He continued to watch as Kaiba took a few business calls before setting down the cigar and standing up. He pulled a box from his back pocket and sat down again, an odd smile on his face. He pulled from it a stack of Duel Monsters cards before placing the box on the desk and sitting down and propping up his feet again.

Tristan’s brow furrowed in confusion. He stood up and walked closer to the massive screen to get a better look. His on-screen lover was flipping through the cards cheerfully but that wasn’t what had caught the brunette’s attention. A lump formed in his throat as his eyes confirmed what his suspicions. It was no ordinary box that Kaiba had. It was the Deck box that Tristan, Joey, and Tea had surprised Yugi with after they had returned from Duelist Kingdom.

What the fuck is going on? Why would Seto have Yugi’s dueling deck? His thoughts were cut short by the sound of footsteps approaching. He quickly stopped the tape, hitting the rewind button.

Kaiba opened the door to find Tristan in the midst of a breakdown. “Baby,” he said gently. “I know you’re upset about Yugi. Tell me what I can do to help.”

Tristan took a few deep breaths. “Find Bakura,” he stated. “If you really want to help, find Bakura.”

Seto nodded. “I’ll get my people on it right away.”

Tristan couldn’t take it. He had to get away, had to think. “I’ve got to go,” he said. “I can’t just sit here. I need to clear my head.”

“Of course, baby,” Kaiba replied. He pulled the brunette close. “Why don’t you take the Jag for a drive? Clear your head a bit.”

“That might help,” Tristan said.

“Go on then. I’ll have Kenji pull it around front.”

“Thanks, Seto,” Tristan said. “I’ll bring it back later on.”

Kaiba waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied. “I’m sure you’ve got a lot of traveling to do between the hospital and home. Keep it as long as you need to.” He pulled out his wallet and handed Tristan a generous amount of cash. “For gas,” he stated.

Tristan nodded and allowed the CEO to pull him into a heated kiss before leaving the mansion and getting into the Jag. He punched the pedal and tore down the extended driveway, intent on getting to the hospital as soon as possible. He needed to talk to Yami.

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And the plot thickens...


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