My Pet Yami

The King of Games

            Yami released Bakura’s shoulders and got off the bed, never taking his eyes off of the
thief. He took the sunglasses Bakura had put on him off and placed them on the brim of the
black hat he was wearing. Yami released the vibrator he was holding and glared at Bakura. Pure
rage smoldered in his normally friendly crimson eyes.

The thief followed suit and slid off of the bed slowly, leering evilly. Fresh blood trickled down
from the corner of his mouth from Yami’s earlier unexpected bite. The scowl on his face looked
evil enough to send anybody to their knees begging for mercy.

Both men squared off, their arms hanging loosely at their sides. They walked slowly around in a
circle, still keeping their eyes on each other challengingly. Neither of them spoke, but there was
no need for words. This would be their ultimate one- on- one test of authority, winner takes all.

Bakura was the first to make a move, but not for Yami, instead for his Millennium Ring.

"Let’s take this little game somewhere else, I know the perfect place."

Yami eyes remained glued to Bakura’s as they circled around like vultures. He clenched his fists.

"And where would that be?"

Bakura started to laugh in a low, menacing tone as he snapped his fingers. His duel deck
suddenly appeared in his hand. He pulled a card and held it up.

"Haha! Just the card I was hoping for! I summon the darkness! You know I’m at my best when I
have the home field advantage!" (The field card Yami)

Yami narrowed his eyes as darkness enshrouded the room.

"Your darkness doesn’t scare me." the Pharaoh growled venomously as he cracked his knuckles.

Bakura just laughed at Yami as he disappeared into the shadows. Bakura’s laughter faded into
strange voices whispering into Yami’s ears

"Where’s the thief? Where did he go? Is he behind you?" The voices chimed.

Yami whirled around to look behind him, but found nothing but darkness.

"Maybe he’s on your left!"

Yami looked left, but again found darkness.

"Show yourself, tomb robber! Quit cowering in the shadows!"

Yami felt something tap him on the shoulder, so he turned around quickly to see what it was.

Again, he found nothing but darkness.

Yami held up his fist and shook it.

"Damn you, thief!" he shouted loudly as he took a step forward.

"Look out! He’s here! He’s over there! He’s watching your every move!" The voices taunted.

Yami punched wildly into the darkness, but there was still nothing.

"He’s winning! He’s winning! Soon he’ll have you’re soul! He’s right on your footsteps! Run!
Run! Run!" The voices continued jeering.

"Shut up! Shut up! Just shut the hell up!" Yami shouted back at them.

Yami let out an ear piercing scream as a cold finger ran down the side of his neck.

He turned around as fast as lightning, coming face to face with an evilly smirking Bakura.

"Miss me?" the thief chuckled.

Yami narrowed his eyes.

"It’s about time you came out of those shadows and played this game like a man!"

"You’re mistaken, I never moved." Bakura laughed. "Is the darkness getting to you?"

Yami took a deep breath and growled. "Never!"

Bakura licked his lips as he ran his icy fingertips up Yami’s smooth neck.

A shiver ran down the Pharaoh’s spine.

Without warning, Bakura lunged forward at Yami, knocking him to the floor. The thief snatched
up the dazed Pharaoh’s wrists and dug one of his knees into Yami’s thigh. He threw his head
back and started to laugh.

"My blood burns so hot when you’re below me."

Yami just glared up into Bakura’s demonic eyes.

Bakura leaned over Yami and started kissing his collar bone, lightly gracing the flesh with his
teeth.

Yami’s bottom lip began to tremble. His fingers were growing numb from Bakuras firm grip on
his wrists.

"What’s the matter, Yami? Isn’t this game fun? I know I’m enjoying it."

Yami swallowed hard. He could feel Bakura’s breath blowing against his cold neck.

"Ever wanna be bad?" Bakura chuckled lightly.

"Not particularly" Yami responded.

Bakura slowly sucked on the side of Yami’s neck, sucking hard enough to draw tiny droplets of
blood through Yami’s skin.

Yami cried out in pain as Bakura licked the sore area clean, leaving only a blistering red mark.
The thief used his knee to spread Yami’s legs apart. He released one of the Pharaoh’s wrists and
reacfor for Yami’s arousal.

Yami closed his eyes as Bakura’s fingers traced the pulsing veins.

"The darkness turns you on, doesn’t it Pharaoh?" Bakura purred.

Ya">Yami moaned lightly as Bakura began to massage the bundle of nerves on the head of Yami’s
shaft with his thumb. The thief’s touch was electric, causing the Pharaoh to thrust his hips
upward to gain more contact. He used his free hand to grab a fist full of the tomb robbers spiky
long hair.

Bakura let out a soft, satisfied moan as Yami tugged at his mane. He let go of Yami’s shaft and
started rhythmically grinding his arousal against the Pharaoh’s as he dotted kisses along Yami’s
lower lip.

Yami opened his eyes. He released Bakura’s hair and ran his fingers down the other yami’s
boney vertebrae. To Yami’s surprise, Bakura started to giggle. He looked up at Yami with child-like chestnut eyes.

"That tickles" Bakura grinned. He released Yami’s other wrist and entwined his fingers in
Yamis hair. Yami was taken a bit off-guard by Bakura’s sudden shift in personality, but still
kept his guard up.

"Come on Yami, let’s play!" Bakura chuckled as propped himself up on all fours.

Yami cautiously slid up into a sitting position. He scooted a few feet away from Bakura and
blinked his eyes.

"What game are we playing again?" Yami asked. He wasn’t sure what Bakura was up to, in fact,
Yami wasn’t even sure what he was doing.....

Bakura crawled slowly toward Yami, licking the blood off of his lower lip as he did. He reached
out and touched Yami’s ankle.

"TAG........and you’re it!" The thief giggled as he hopped up and jumped into the shadows.

Yami crawled backwards and looked around frantically.

"Bastard! Where did you go?" He shouted.

"Over here!" Bakura’s voice echoed giddily through the pitch black.

Yami jumped up and held his hands out in front of himself. He felt his way through the darkness
in the direction the thief’s voice came from.

"No! Over here!" Bakura yelled from behind him.

Yami turned around, threw caution to the wind, and lunged forward. To his amazement he
landed on top of Bakura.

"Oh no! You caught me!" The thief snickered.

’s throat, cutting off the thief’s
airway.

In an unexpected twist, Bakura suddenly relinquished control of his body to Ryou. The dazed
hikari clawed frantically at Yami’s hands as he choked for air.

"Yami......stop.......please! You’re...hurting me!" Ryou wheezed.

Yami blinked his eyes a few times and stared at Ryou’s face.

"What the.......?" he mused to himself as he loosened his death grip.

Ryou fell to the floor holding his neck and gasping for air.

"Ryou?" Yami asked, reaching out to the teary eyed hikari.

Ryou’s eyes got huge as Yami’s hand touched his cheek. He scrambled to his feet and shrieked.

"Stay away from me!" he screamed, holding his hands out in front of himself and backing away.

Yami bit down on his bottom lip as he peered into Ryou’s frightened eyes.

"Ryou.......I’m sorry! I thought you....." Yami gasped as he advanced toward the quaking hikari.

"MALIK! HELP ME!" Ryou screamed at the top of his lungs. Before Yami could reach him,
Ryou bolted away into the darkness.

"Ryou! Stop! I didn’t mean to hurt you!" Yami yelled. He felt horrible for hurting an innocent
hikari. Yami felt his knees grow weak, so he sat down on the floor and buried his face in his
hands.

"What have I done?" he cried. Warm tears trickled down his cheeks. He never intended on
hurting Ryou, this was all Bakura’s fault!

"Hahaha.....AH-HAHAHA!!!" Bakura laughed as he emerged from the shadows. "Something the
matter?" he asked with an evil grin.

Yami clenched his fists tightly as he got to his feet and stood before Bakura.

***CRRRRRACK!!***

Yami punched the thief right in the nose, taking Bakura by surprise and knocking him off
balance.

Yami tackled Bakura to the floor and jabbed his knee in the tomb robber’s crotch. Bakura let out
a loud howl as Yami’s knee connected with his nether regions. The Pharaoh wasn’t going to give
Bakura a chance to strike back. Before Bakura could as much as blink, Yami flipped him onto
his stomach and yanked the thief’s hair.

"You fucked with Marik; you fucked with me.......now I’m going to fuck you!" Yami growled
evillto Bto Bakura’s ear.

an>Just as Yami was about to slam into Bakura, the darkness that the thief had summoned
disappeared.

Yami started to laugh as he held up a card.

"Thanks for keeping my duel deck in your pants pocket. I managed to pull my "Swords of
Revealing Light" card while you were looking away. I knew it would come in handy!"

Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open. A gust of unexplainable wind blew threw the room.

"Marik?" Yami gasped.

"In the flesh." The Egyptian laughed wickedly as he stepped into the room. He looked down at
Bakura, who was still under Yami, and started laughing even harder.

"Looks like you’ve been beaten at your own game, Bakura! Tell, how does it feel?"

Yami kneed Bakura in the crotch again when the thief didn’t answer Marik. Bakura let out a
loud howling scream.

"Tell us Bakura, unless you want me to kick you again!"

Marik sided up to Yami and knelt down. He ran his finger down Bakura’s spine.

"Cat got your tongue again?"

Bakura growled evilly under his breath.

"How dare you defy your.......master!" he gasped.

’s thin form. He twirled a lock of Bakura’s long
hair around his finger.

"Not for long.....Yugi is on his way over right now. He was released from the hospital today and
wants his yami back."

Yami looked at Marik and smiled.

"Serious? Yugi is on his way over?"

Marik nodded his head and brushed his fingers over Yami’s cheek.

"Yes, I just spoke with Joey on the phone. He and Kaiba are picking Yugi up as we speak."

Yami closed his eyes as Marik’s fingers trailed down his chest.

"Yugi....." he moaned softly.

Marik withdrew his hand and placed it on Bakura’s lower torso. He leaned over and spoke into
Bakura’s ear.

"Using your shadow powers to try to keep me away wasn’t a very smart move, you know that,
right?"

Bakura jerked away and grunted.

Marik ran his hand up Bakura’s back and nipped at his earlobe.

"Our powers arual,ual, no matter what you may think."

Yami leaned over Bakura and nipped at the thief’s other ear.

"The odds aren’t in your favor anymore. Though all your demented games, I refrained from
tapping into my shadow powers. Why? I was conserving them for just this moment!"

"Go to hell!" Bakura snarled venomously in response.

Marik pulled out his Millennium Rod and grinned at Yami.

"Here Pharaoh......take this. I know you’ll know how to use"

Yami could feel Bakura’s body buckle underneath him as he took the rod from Marik.

Yami smiled.

"Why thank you, Ishtar. Yes, I know exactly how the Millennium Rod works." Yami ran the tip
of the gold handle down the crack of Bakura’s ass, causing the thief to shiver.

"Wh-what.....are you going to do with that?" the subdued thief croaked, his voice trembling with
apprehension.

Marik crawled in front of Bakura on all fours and tipped the tomb robber’s chin up with his
finger.

"I think it’s time for a new game, Bakura, isn’t that right Pharaoh?"

Yami nodded his head and winked at Marik.

"Yes, I think it is. I’ll let you explain the rules to our little...heh...participant."

Yami gave Bakura’s hair a little tug and pulled his head up.

Marik nodded his head and he crouched down and looked into Bakura’s eyes.

"Our game is very different than yours. The game we’re playing has no name and it has only one
rule...."

Marik licked his lips as he moved in and kissed Bakura. He didn’t waste time immersing his
tongue into Bakura’s mouth. He steadied himself by slipping his fingers through BakuraR/spa/span>s shiny
white hair and pressing his fingertips against Bakura’s scalp.

At the same time, Yami, Millennium rod still in hand, reached into one of Bakura’s shopping
bags and grinned.

"Call it luck, but you bought exactly what Marik and I need to play our game with!" Yami held
up the can of whipped cream. (The kind with the nozzle on the end)

"BEHOLD! Whipped Cream!!!! This would taste better with some hot cocoa, but oh well."

Marik made a face at Yami.

"Enough with the drama, Pharaoh, you’re killing the mood."

Yami, who was acting very out of character for some odd reason, stuck his tongue out at Marik
and started to laugh. He crawled back over to Bakura and ran the handle of the Millennium Rod
down the curve of Bakura’s back, bringing the bag of toys with him.

Marik rolled his eyes as he went back to kissing the thief.

Yami shook up the can of whipped cream and bit the cap off, spitting it aside.

"Bakura, I’d like to thank you for your hospitality over the past couple weeks. It makes me sad
that it has to come to an end."

Bakura made a noise, but was quickly silenced by Marik’s tongue.

Yami cleared his throat and set down the can of whipped cream. He picked up a small bottle of
lubrication that was lying on the floor, and opened it using his teeth.

"You’ve been most generous Bakura." He grinned as he squeezed a big blob of the clear gel out
on Bakura’s backside.

Bakura quickly jerked his head away from Marik’s kiss. His eyes were filled with fear as he
looked back at Yami.

"You can’t-......"

Marik covered Bakura’s mouth with his hand and grabbed a muzzle that was lying on the floor.

"You really shouldn’t leave your toys lying around. Somebody might use them on you." He
smirked as he slipped the muzzle over Bakura’s head.

Yami set the lube aside and swirled his finger in the blob of gel on Bakura’s ass.

"The one rule in this game is that there are no rules!"

Bakura tried to wiggle away, angering both Marik and Yami. Marik yanked Bakura back by his
hair as hard as possible.

"Just where do you think you’re going? I thought you liked games, Bakura."

Yami reached into the bag of goodies Bakura had bought and pulled out a small roll of barbed
wire.

"You can do the honors." He grinned as he handed Marik the wire.

Marik curtly nodded his head as he reached up.

"I’d be honored to, Pharaoh."

Bakura’s muffled cries were barely noticeable as Marik bound his wrists behind his back.

Yami looked over the Millennium Rod and then at Marik.

"You think it’ll fit?"

Marik leaned over and nipped at Yami’s lower lip.

"I know it will." He purred seductively.

Yami tilted his head and brought Marik into a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue into the
Egyptian’s wet mouth.

Marik held the back of Yami’s head and pulled their lips closer, letting the Pharaoh explore
more of his mouth.

Yami moaned lightly as he pulled away.

"Marik......"

Marik reached for Yami’s hand and grinned. His eyes were clouded with lust for the
provocatively clad pharaoh.

"Let’s do this together"

Yami nodded his head.

Marik ran his finger down the crack of Bakura’s ass, coating his finger with some of the excess
lubrication. Still holding the Millennium Rod and Yami’s hand, Marik slid behind Yami. He
moved Yami’s hair and feathered light teasing kisses all over Yami’s neck. Yami tilted his head
to the side and moaned lightly.

Marik nipped lightly at Yami’s earlobe and smiled as he looked at their fingers intertwined
around the golden handle of the Millennium Rod.

"Let’s do it…" He grinned as he moved his free hand down to Yami’s backside.

Yami nodded his head and grabbed a handful of Bakura’s hair.

Marik slipped his lube covered finger into Yami’s tight entrance.

"Mmm! Yes!" Yami gasped as Marik quickly added a second finger. He thrust himself back
against Marik’s digits, driving them deeper. Yami threw his head back and moaned loudly as
Marik hit his sweet spot.

Marik moved his fingers in and out of Yami hard and fast, quickly bringing the Pharaoh to full
arousal.

"It’s time…" Yami panted, yanking on Bakura’s hair to stabilize himself.

Marik pulled his fingers out and positioned himself to enter Yami.

"Kiss me" he growled into Yami’s ear.

Yami turned his head and brought his lips to Marik's; quickly feasting on the Egyptian’s sweet
mouth.

Yami grabbed Bakura’s hip and pulled the thief’s backside up and into position. Together, Marik
and Yami ran the Millennium Rod lengthwise down Bakura’s ass, coating it with the lube.

Bakura’s body shook violently as the sharp tip of the handle was inserted slowly into his
entrance. Yami cried out at the same time as Marik pressed into him.

They moved slowly at first, more for Yami’s benefit than Bakura’s.

Bakura struggled against his binds, only cutting up his wrists as he did.

As Marik’s thrusts into Yami became faster and harder, so did their pace and force with the
Millennium Rod. Even though blood was oozing out of Bakura and covering their hands, they
didn’t even notice it. They were too busy enjoying each other. Bakura’s eyes filled with tears as
Yami and Marik won their game.

           After their victory, Marik and Yami chained Bakura to the bed and went downstairs to
take a shower. While they were soaping up, Yugi and Joey arrived to reclaim the Millennium
Puzzle.

"Did you hear something?" Yami asked Marik as he rinsed his hair.

Marik poked his head out of the shower and listened.

"Shit, yeah, the doorbell."