My Pet Yami

Tolerance Theory

            Seven days came and went, and Yami was surprised to find himself still sane after
enduring 168 hours with Tea. His ears were constantly ringing, but he hadn’t killed himself, so
that was a good thing........wasn’t it? Bakura wasn’t very happy with the results of his avenue
torture, but it didn’t matter, he still had more play time with his pet. He couldn’t fathom how
Yami had survived seven days locked in a room with “Gorgon,” as he had dubbed Tea. Just
hearing the word “friendship” coming out of her mouth made Bakura want to throw up and
isolate himself in the Millennium Ring for a few thousand more years. A yami can only handle
so much mushiness.

            After sending Tea home, Bakura surprised Yami by allowing him out of the basement to
take a shower and get something to eat. Yami had just stepped out of the shower when he heard
Bakura shouting at Marik.

Not wanting to interrupt the spat between the two quarreling rogues, Yami knelt down and
peeked out from under the closed bathroom door to better hear what all the commotion was
about.

“I’ll be back later, don’t do anything stupid, Ishtar. That means NO making out with my pet.
You just stay the hell away from him, he’s mine tonight! You hear me?” Bakura growled.

“Loud and clear. Now get the fuck out of here.” Marik hissed back.

Yami heard the front door slam, than all was quiet for a few minutes. He dried himself off with a
towel and ran a comb through his hair for the first time in what seemed like forever. He looked
into the mirror and gaped at his sickly reflection staring back at him. Webs of tiny, swollen red
veins had spread over the whites of his eyes. His lips were cracked and bleeding slightly. He
looked nothing like a former pharaoh. His appearance depleted significantly in a very short time.

Yami wrapped the towel around his slender waist and noticed how thin he’d become. He could
almost feel every rib in his body.

A knock on the bathroom door startled the frail pharaoh, causing him to jump.

“Pharaoh? Are you okay?” Marik ask curiously through the door.

Yami slowly reached for the doorknob and turned it. He pulled the door open and found himself
looking up into Marik’s dangerous indigo orbs.

“Im fine, where did Bakura go?” he ask a little hesitantly. Even though Marik had been sneaking
food and showing a glint of compassion towards him, Yami didn’t want go as far as considering
him a friend just yet. The fact remained that Marik was in cahoots with Bakura, making him an
unlikely alliance.

“I don’t know, he just said he was leaving. My guess is that he’s going to the cemetery to
meditate.” Marik said with a little chuckle.

Yami screwed up his face and stared at Marik through shocked eyes.

“He meditates? In the cemetery? That’s definitely different.”

Marik leaned back against the doorframe and shrugged his shoulders.

“I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking Bakura’s not playing with a full deck.”

Yami nodded his head. That happened to be exactly what was going through his head.

“You’re very perceptive, Ishtar. Tell me something, didn’t Bakura say were weren’t suppose to
talk to me while he was away?”

Marik crossed his arms and looked down at Yami.

“Like I give two shits about what that bonehead says. Bakura doesn’t control me.” Marik
reached into his belt loop and pulled out his Millennium Rod. “If he tried to he’d find the
Millennium Rod so far up his ass, he’d taste it.”

A cold chill ran up Yami’s back as his eyes focused on the pointed end of the rod.

Marik shoved the rod back in his belt loop and started to laugh.

“C’mon pharaoh, the cranky old thief only said that I couldn’t go near you, he said nothing about
you coming near me. How about you follow me into the back yard. There’s something there you
may find interesting.”

Yami cocked his head curiously.

“What is it? He ask as he followed Marik.

“You’ll see” Marik smirked as he lead Yami out to the back patio.

Yami was a little unsure of Marik’s motive for coaxing him out, but went along with it. The sun
had just set and stars were flickering above their heads. The full moon provided them just
enough light to see their surroundings.

Marik lead Yami over to a small picnic table with a lit candle placed in the center.

“Have a seat.” he said to the towel clad pharaoh. He didn’t say the words as a command, but
more like a request. Yami sat down across from Marik and stared at the candles’ light dancing in
the darkness.

“So Marik, any idea what the tomb robber has in store for me tonight?” Yami ask, morbidly
curious.

Marik propped his chin up with his hand and chuckled.

“I think he’s planning on filleting you alive and turning your carcass into new livingroom
furniture.”

Yami’s jaw dropped open and his eyes got huge. It sounded like something Bakura would
actually do. He was always sick and twisted that way.

Marik snickered at Yami’s reaction.

“I’m only joking, pharaoh. I honestly don’t know what he’s got in mind for you. It’s not like he
and I sit around having friendly conversations. Bakura does his thing, I do mine.”

Yami let out a relieved sigh. Having his skin cut from his flesh was not on the of of his afterlife
agenda.

Marik reached over the table and ran his fingertips down Yami’s cheek. He sighed as he pulled
his hand back.

“Why don’t you ever give up and die?” he ask.

Yami cocked his head.

“Excuse me?” he gasp. Yami hadn’t expected a question like that! Marik got up off the bench he
was sitting on and walked over to the edge of the deck. He put his hands on the wooden ledger
board and looked up into the star speckled night sky.

“Bakura and I have done everything to drive you over the edge, yet you are still undaunted.”

Yami thought for a minute before answering Marik. ‘Why don’t you give up and die’ wasn’t
something he was asked everyday, and it required a little more thought.

“Let me ask you this, Ishtar. Why don’t you and Bakura ever give up and die? A world without
evil would be a much better place.”

Marik looked back at Yami. His long, blond hair was blowing in the gentle breeze. He didn’t
look angry, but he didn’t look very pleased with Yami’s answer.

“Yamis’ like Bakura and I don’t die because we laugh at everything- unlike you who thinks
everybody has to be serious all the time. That’s why I don’t understand how you’re still around.
You’ve always got a stick up your ass.”

Yami crossed his arms and grunted.

Marik shrugged his shoulders and sat down on a lawn chair next to the picnic table.

“If it wasn’t for laughter, I probably would have died when Bakura slit my throat in that shadow
game three weeks ago.”

Complete shock spread over Yami’s face. He vividly remembered watching Bakura slit Marik’s
throat, but it seemed too vicious to be reality.

“But....but...I thought....I thought that was a horrible dream...We were playing a shadow
game?”Yami gasp.

Marik looked back at Yami and shook his head.

“Pharaoh, I assure you, Bakura’s dark games are very real. You were out cold for an entire week
after that shadow game.”

Yami swallowed hard. Marik’s words sent shivers down his spine. He couldn’t believe he’d been
unconscious for an entire week either.

“Are you cold?” Marik ask casually, noticing Yami’s quivering form.

Yami nodded his head.

“A little” he responded as he rubbed his bare shoulders. Marik didn’t need to know he was
actually scared shitless thinking about the reality of Bakura’s evil.

“Come sit on my lap, I’ll keep you warm” Marik offered with a wink of his eye.

Yami rolled his eyes.

“I bet”

Marik smirked devilishly and waved Yami over.

“I’m serious pharaoh, I want you to come over and sit on my lap.”

Yami looked at Marik quizzically as he got up off the bench and stood infront of his former

nemesis.

Marik patted his lap.

“Right here”

Yami gingerly took a seat on Marik’s lap.

“Yeah, that’s it” Marik grinned as he protectively wrapped his muscular arms around the
pharaoh’s upper body.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite’cha........not yet” he purred into Yami’s ear.

Yami bit his lip. He wasn’t quite sure, but he sensed Marik was coming on to him. The way
Marik touched him felt so good. He wasn̵beinbeing forceful, but he wasn’t playing a submissive
role either. The Egyptian’s strong hands caressed Yami’s arms as they moved down his body.

“Marik.....what if Bakura returns?” Yami ask nervously.

Marik ignored Yami’s question and gently nipped at Yami’s earlobe. His hands wandered under
Yami’s towel, feathering the silky smooth skin underneath. Marik wrapped his hand around
Yami’s shaft and slowly stroked the sensitive organ.

Yami moaned lightly as he felt himself growing very aroused by the soft touch of the other.
Marik managed to loosen the towel from Yami’s waist, exposing the pharoah’s naked body to
the elements of the night. Yami could feel Marik unbutton his pants and press his hardened
arousal up against his lower back. Yami began to tense up. He recalled the savage way Marik
had taken him against his will during the first week of his servitude to Bakura. It was one of the
most unpleasant sensations he had ever felt. The thought of it sent a wave of fear coursing
through his body.

“Pharaoh? Is something the matter?” Marik ask in a cracked low voice.

Yami closed his eyes and rested his head back on Marik’s shoulder. He shifted his eyes upward
and focused on Marik’s face.

“I’m a little on edge. I’m sorry.”

Yami waited nervously for Marik’s response. Two things were possible rigow: ow: possibility
number one- Marik would get angry and rape him until he couldn’t walk. Possibility number
two- Marik would be understanding. By the ambiguous look on Marik’s face, Yami couldn’t tell
quite yet.

Marik scooped the diminutive pharaoh into his armd god got to his feet. He carried Yami back in
through the patio door and into the livingroom, where he laid him on the couch.

“Stay put. I’ll be right back” Marik said firmly.

Yami waited anxiously for several minutes before Marik finally returned.

“I locked all the doors and windows in the house. Can we continue where we left off now?” The
Egyptian ask with grin as he sat on the couch.

Yami smiled back at him. Maybe Marik wasn’t so bad after all.

Yami was about to crawl back onto Marik’s lap when Marik suddenly grabbed him by his hair
and pulled him away.

“Uh-uh pharaoh.......not so fast.”

Yami froze in place. His hands began to tremble as Marik gazed into his eyes.

“I think you should go on top.......I want to see what you’re like when you’re in action.” Marik
continued.

A big smile spread across Yami’s face. Marik’s willingness to submit to him proved that the
Egyptian had definitely changed.

For now at least.

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            Bakura returned hours later carrying three big shopping bags with the words “Toyz 4
Boyz” written in bold red. He placed the bags next to the couch and glared at Marik and Yami.
The two of them had fallen asleep together watching documentary on the history channel about
mummification.

“Cuddle time is over” Bakura hissed as he pulled a small glass bottle out of one of the bags.

Marik got up and sided up to the demonic thief. He rubbed his eyes and focused on the bottle in
the thief’s hand.

“What’s in that?” he yawned.

Bakura handed him the bottle.

“It’s Yohimbinum. It will maintain and increase sexual performance in my little pet.”

“Cool” Marik nodded as he read over the label.

Next Bakura pulled out a double rigid iron restraint.

Yami swallowed hard as he caught sight of Bakura’s latest investment.

“How’s that used?” he whimpered.

Bakura smirked evilly. “It holds the captive's wrists firmly in-between his ankles. There is not
much room for movement, and in whichever position the captive is being placed, he is certain to
stay there.”

Bakura set the item on the floor and reached into the bag again.

Yami’s face went white when the spirit of the ring pulled out the next item and held it up.

“This is an electro-charged anal spreader, pretty self explanatory I think”

Marik reached into a different bag and started to laugh. He waved a little pack of candy infront
of his face,

“Pop Rocks? You bought candy, Bakura? Has anybody ever told you that you’re very strange?”

Bakura rolled his eyes and pulled out another item from one of the bags. It was a small white
box.

Marik tossed the candy back into the bag and grabbed for the box in Bakura’s hands.

“Gimmie” he said as he started ripping the box open.

“Holy shit! I can’t believe you found one!” The blond exclaimed as he held up a remote
controlled electroshock collar.

Yami gaped at the wicked looking device.

“Oh fu-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Marik cut him off. He’d already dropped the collar and
grabbed another item.

“Bakura? Why did you buy whipped cream in a can?”

Bakura scowled viciously back at Bakura and slapped his hand. “You’re beginning to get on my
nerves.”

Marik ignored Bakura’s threatening doomgaze and continued snooping around.

Yami curled up on the couch and hugged his knees to his chest. He didn’t really want to see
what else Bakura had brought home.

“Since you are already undressed you’ve saved me some time, runt.” Bakura smirked wickedly,
electro-shock collar in hand.

The thief handed Marik the collar.

“Put this on him. We’ll test it out in a bit.”

Marik took the collar from Bakura and nodded sharply.

Yami could tell by the look in Bakura’s eyes that there was only more pain and humiliation
ahead. The thief laughed evilly as Marik secured the new collar around Yami’s neck.

Next Bakura handed Marik the bottle of Yohimbinum.

“Make him drink all of this, I’ll be back in a few minutes. I need to set up the room”

Yami and Marik watched Bakura go upstairs. When the thief was out of sight, Marik opened the
bottle.

“Drinking the entire bottle would be dangerous. You drink half, and I’ll drink half, okay?”

Yami nodded his head.

“Thank you, Marik.”

The Egyptian guzzled down half of the liquid and handed the rest to Yami.

The two of them waited in silence for Bakura to return. Yami knew whatever the tomb robber
was up to, it didn’t spell out anything good.

“Pharaoh?” Marik ask quietly.

Yami looked up at Marik curiously.

“Yes, Marik?”

Marik crossed his legs and grinned.

“Are you scared?”

Yami made a funny face and started to laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s turning me on!”

Marik looked down between his legs and nodded.

“Me too”

The aphrodisiac they had consumed had worked itself into their systems quicker than they
expected.

            By the time Bakura returned, Yami had Marik pinned to the floor in the “69" position.
His lips wrapped around Marik’s throbbing shaft, and Marik’s around Yami’s.

Bakura rolled his eyes.

“I’ve seen enough! Gah! Marik, why do you keep fucking this up!” he growled as he grabbed a
pillow off the couch and flung it at the horny duo.

Yami began to moan loudly as he body convulsed with his release. Yami’s moans sent just the
right amount of vibration to Marik’s manhood, causing his release to erupt seconds later.
Bakura smirked evilly as he rushed over to Yami and grabbed him my his hair.

“Now that you’ve had you’re fun, it’s time for me to have mine. You’re coming with me.”

Bakura yanked Yami up and started dragging him by his hair toward the staircase. Marik got up
to follow, but Bakura froze him in place with the powers of the Millennium Ring.

“You’re not invited.” the thief hissed as he pulled Yami up the stairs.

Bakura shoved Yami into a bedroom and locked the door behind him. He quickly locked Yami
into the double rigid iron restraint and stood over him laughing. The pharaoh’s hands and feet
were locked securely behind his back in one of the most uncomfortable positions imaginable.
Fortunately for Yami he was very flexible.

Bakura held up a flogger and cracked it in the air.

“You think you’re behavior will go unpunished? I don’t think so! Tonight yo217;217;ll experience
something so profound, I’m sure you’ll never forget it. Welcome to the world of extreme BDSM,
pharaoh! It’s just you and me tonight........no Marik to save you’re scrawny ass! I hope you’re
prepared for this......HAHAHAHA!”

Yami buried his face in the soft red carpeting on the floor. He took a deep breath before twisting
his neck to look over his should at Bakura.

“Bring it on! HAHAHA!” Yami boldly laughed back.

Bakura lowered his eyes and brought the flogger crashing down on Yami’s exposed backside.

Yami was jolted by the unexpected pain, but something Marik had mention stuck in his mind.

“Yamis’ like Bakura and I don’t die because we laugh at everything.”

Yami began to chuckle. To his surprise, thin sin seemed to vanish.

Bakura struck him again......and again.......and again. Each time Yami laughed harder, only
fueling Bakura’s sadistic rage.

“We’ll just see how much you’re laughing after I’m through with you. I’m curious, how much
pain can you tolerate before I break you’re spirit? My guess is that you’ll be begging me to stop
in less than an hour, shall we test my theory?”

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Just to forewarn all of you, the next chapter is going to be Yami/Bakura and lots of really
wicked sex toys. It’s only half typed up and I’ve already scared myself. *snicker*

I must thank all you for all the reviews! You must know the more I get, the faster I’ll update!

I’ll go over this and fix my typo’s tomorrow morning. I’d do it tonight, but I have a date with the
Green Bay Packers. WhoooHooo! I love the nachos at Lambeau field, who cares about the
scrimmage game! LOL