A Long Long Night

Notes:
- is when a character is thinking
This is pretty much in canon, but I do pull around the time.
Mostly Bakura/Malik. A bit of Ryou at times.
WARNING: This is yaoi and does eventually have some blood. I mean duh, it's got Bakura in it.
That's about it... Enjoy!


Part 1:


Bakura opened the door and gave a satisfied smile as it gave way. Kaiba’s foolish computers were no match to his thieving skills, especially as all it took was ripping out the circuit that held the door shut. The room was empty - not that Bakura hadn’t expected it. It slightly dampened his hopes of getting the Millennium Item he was after though, as it was unlikely to be left behind unprotected even by a fool such as Malik. He stalked through the room, choosing to leave the light off, as it would attract unnecessary attention and he could work perfectly well in the dark. He did a methodical search of the room and gave an annoyed grunt. All he needed was that bloody Rod. It would be so much easier to force Malik into a duel and win it from him than be the fool’s puppet and run after some ridiculous God Cards!

-I suppose I’ll just have to wait here until that fool turns up. And he better turn up; the duels are about to begin.-

Suddenly he felt something slide over his mind like an unshakable grip. He couldn’t seem to think clearly. What was going on?

“You can turn around, my new mind slave,” said an awfully familiar voice. Bakura slowly stood up from the cupboard he had been rooting through to face the golden haired Ishtar.

-Malik!- he scowled in his mind, but his mouth didn’t want to obey him. “Yes, master Malik.”

“Unbelievable.” The Ishtar gave a dazzling smile. “I didn’t expect the Spirit of the Ring to be so well mannered!”

He was standing in the door dressed as always in that seductively short lavender shirt of his. He wasn’t wearing any jewellery apart from his earrings; the other items were much too annoying to wear all the time. He was standing with both arms crossed looking incredibly pleased with himself. This did not agree with Bakura at all.

-Damn! Ryou, you deal with it!- snarled Bakura, and retreated into his mind room.


Malik felt the power of his Millennium Item die and watched in surprise as the boy before him transformed into a softer and calmer version of himself, who opened its eyes, noticed Malik and gave a surprised smile.

“You’re Malik aren’t you?” Ryou’s eyes widened as he realised who he was talking to. “Why am I here? I should be in the hospital!”

Malik cursed Bakura as he stared at the more and more panicked teen. He had no time to deal with Ryou and he could hardly discover anything from the boy related to Bakura’s visit to his rooms. In addition, through Bakura, Ryou knew his real identity and he, Malik, had no wish of giving away the game so easily.

“You will obey me!” He summoned the power of his Millennium Rod as he commanded Ryou to stop panicking. “You didn’t see me and you don’t know me. Now go play with your little friends.”

“I don’t think so!” Suddenly Bakura’s sinister voice was coming from the other teen's lips.


-Thank you Ryou. But I’ll take over from here.-

“What? But I was in control!” fumed Malik. He pulled out his Rod and summoned its powers. “Well, I will have to remedy that!”

“I think you will find that you won’t” replied the white haired thief with ease. He easily drew upon the powers of his Ring and swatted away Malik’s feeble attempts. Putting his head to one side he drawled, “You think that you can catch me off guard once and you’ve won? My hikari may be as pathetic as you, but he is useful for some things. While you were controlling his mind you neglected me, and this time I will not be so easily brainwashed!” Bakura laughed as Malik scowled. He thought it looked rather cute and that made the thief even more amused.

“Ha, you fool. You are as weak as Ryou! You made an excellent mind slave, so readily accepting me as your master,” retorted Malik, angered at Bakura’s upper hand. A growl escaped the thief as he lunged forward, flipping a pocket knife in his hand and pinning the Ishtar against the wall.

“I am no one’s slave, Ishtar. You may like to think that you can control souls, but you only take their minds. I on the other hand collect the souls and yours will soon be on my list!” Malik began to regret having taken off his jewellery for a while as the madman before him pressed the blade of the knife into his bare neck. Bakura laughed as he felt Malik squirm under him. It was fun tormenting Ryou in his mind, but feeling a helpless soul panicking in his grasp was far more exciting. He thought to add some more entertainment by slowly pressing the blade further until it left a line of red where beads of blood began to form. Malik squealed, pushing himself against the wall, hating himself for his weakness.

“Are you not enjoying this, master Malik?” taunted the thief, letting the blade slide across the front of his captive’s neck.

“Bakura, you psycho!” hissed Malik, afraid to move his head. “We had an agreement! You owe me the God Cards! Why did you turn up in my room?”

“I was bored.” Bakura’s grin was impossibly wide. “And I wanted to play,” he whispered into Malik’s ear, suddenly taking away the knife. To Malik’s horror the white haired teen bent his head and brushed a slick tongue over the wound, cleaning it of blood. “Mmm. Ishtars taste nice,” Bakura growled in satisfaction. Malik suddenly regained some control. The somewhat relaxed Bakura was pushed across the room as the other teen drew out the hidden blade in his Millennium Rod.

“Get away from me!” he hissed, pointing the item before him. It was damnably dark and he could only vaguely make out Bakura. The Thief King laughed, bringing up his own knife.

“Malik, you are jolly good fun!” he grinned, imitating his hikari’s voice.

“Bastard! Why were you in my room?” Malik edged towards the door.

“I already told you,” smirked Bakura.

“You were after my Rod,” stated Malik.

“Oh yes!” Bakura licked his lips. This was so much bloody fun!

“Why would you even bother? I always have it on me.” The teen was getting angry. Bakura’s answers were getting to him.

“Yes. I knew it would be hard to get. Even so, I wouldn’t dream of separating you from it.” Malik took a double take.

“What?” Then it dawned on him. “You freak! I was talking about my ITEM!”

Bakura looked confused now. “So was I.” At this the golden haired teen gave up and lunged madly with his blade. Bakura easily caught it, twisting so that Malik ended up on his back, flat against the floor, and his Millennium Item was in Bakura’s hand. The thief raised a perfect eyebrow and brought the Rod up to his face. He gave it a thoughtful look then, smiling, looked into Malik’s violet eyes to watch them change in surprise as Bakura gave the Rod a slow, purposeful lick.

“You know I can taste you on this, Ishtar. I hope you keep it clean. If you know what I mean.” He smirked, throwing the Item down at Malik so that it landed blade first biting into the floor. Malik whimpered slightly as the object nearly went through his head. Ra, this was not how he wanted to prepare for the oncoming duels.

-He’s so damnably cute when he whimpers- Bakura’s eyes shone with glee. He wanted more.

Suddenly Malik felt a weight descend on his stomach. The maniac had straddled him. Panicking, the teen grabbed the Item next to him and stabbed up at the creature on top of him. The thief was too quick though, using his own knife to deflect the attack, leaving only a small cut on his collar bone and sending the Millennium Item spinning across the room to land next to the far wall. Grunting, Bakura brought down his own blade under Malik’s shirt, which had ridden up as he fell on the floor, leaving his ribs wide open for the world, namely Bakura, to see. The thief laughed as he placed the blade against the other’s ribs.

“Poor master Malik,” he crooned, pressing a little harder with the knife and making the other teen wince. “Ow?” He grinned sympathetically, raising a silver eyebrow. “You are so much more fun than Ryou. He never fights back. And of course I can’t do that much to him anyway. Apart from this…” he chuckled as he lowered his head level with Malik’s and assailed his mouth with his own. Malik’s surprise made him open his mouth, only for it to be pillaged by Bakura, who immediately went to exploring its insides. His tongue searched every part of the other’s, tasting its sweet confines. “Here’s… the fun part, Ishtar,” breathed Bakura into his mouth.


Malik was confused. Not that you can make any sense of anything when your mouth is taken over by some psycho ancient spirit that was after all the Millennium Items. Admittedly Bakura tasted good. And that was confusing enough. Therefore to reduce his confusion Malik was choosing to ignore the rising heat in his groin. Bakura said something about fun. -Ra help me!-


Ryou woke up, or so he thought, on something warm. His mouth was open and really wet. Had he been drooling in his sleep? In his confusion he tried to close his mouth, inadvertently biting on something soft and wet.

“Ow,” came a muffled sound from underneath him.

-Um…- Ryou thought, -…did I just say that? What’s in my mouth?-

What was in his mouth? He opened it and sat back. Then he realised that his collar bone had a cut on it and was stinging. Then he noticed that he was sitting on the prone figure of Malik, who was watching him fearfully.

-Bakura?-

-Ryou.- The thief sounded smug and Ryou groaned inwardly. He made to stand up. -NO you don’t Ryou. And don’t you dare move your hand or I’ll make you regret it in every way I can.- Ryou stiffened. Although Bakura could not directly hurt him, he could do this with his body and much more to his mind. -Good boy, Ryou. Now, he cut you. Tell him to make it better.-

-H-how?- Ryou was very still. He wanted to go back to the ward and sleep. His arm hurt badly from whatever Malik had done to him back then. He couldn’t remember, as Bakura had taken over and blocked him out. He felt sick. He just wanted to sleep, but disobeying the thief was out of the question.

-He can lick the blood off for you. Do it before you stain the shirt! I like that shirt.- Bakura grinned.

“Bakura?” Malik’s voice was uncertain. When the boy before him didn’t answer he changed tact. “Ryou?” Is this what Bakura thought to be so fun? Putting his hikari into awkward situations and seeing how he deals with them? Despite feeling somewhat sorry for the boy, Malik was still painfully aware of the blade against his side. “Ryou. You might not remember, but Bakura left a knife in your hand. And I would love for you to remove it.”

“No,” came the quiet reply.

“No?” Malik was taken aback. “You fool! Get the hell off me!” He began to wriggle to try and knock the other boy off. Ryou seemed to go through a quick conflict before screwing up his eyes tightly and pressing the sharp blade into Malik’s skin.

“Ah!” The boy stopped moving.

“Please don’t make me do that again, Malik.” The expression on Ryou’s face was pained. Seeing that he could get some control again Malik began to move again. Ryou opened his eyes in horror. “Please no!” But his hand seemed to almost move of its own accord, pressing even harder into Malik’s side. Malik gave a slight scream.

-Ryou. Don’t be a stubborn arse. If the victim misbehaves it has to be shown who’s in charge.- Bakura was telling his hikari irritably.

Malik could see now that Ryou was not talking to him. Bakura was controlling him. While he knew he could break Ryou, Bakura was a different thing entirely. If Bakura was in control of the boy then he wouldn’t risk it. He stopped moving and lay still. Ryou stopped his internal conversation and looked back at Malik. He leant forward and presented his cut flesh.

“Stop the bleeding,” he said quietly.

“Ryou, you nutter! How am I supposed to – Ah!” Ryou had moved the knife a bit more.

-Lick it clean.- Bakura was patiently telling Ryou his lines.

“L-lick it clean. Please?” stammered Ryou, going red in the face. Gods, he really wanted this to stop. He’d let Bakura take over his body however much he wanted so long as he never had to deal with what he was doing in it.

-Don’t even think you have that freedom, little hikari. I can take you over any time I bloody well like!- drawled Bakura. -Now get on with the show!-


The golden haired teen moved his head in disbelief. -This was insane. Bakura was insane!- Hesitantly, he moved up onto his elbows to allow him to reach the other’s shoulder. He could feel how tense Ryou was on top of him. A part of him felt sorry for the other teen, but at the moment any awkwardness he could cause to the other boy was good, so he added some confidence to his action, making his tongue move seductively over Ryou's white flesh. The boy nearly jumped back, but something, probably that asshole Bakura, thought Malik, held him in place. He began to move his tongue over the small wound, tasting the salty blood that was still oozing out of it. It didn’t seem all that special to him. Whatever the thief’s obsession with the red liquid was, Malik did not share it. He was even beginning to enjoy himself as he felt Ryou squirm at his predicament, but suddenly the trembling figure of the boy was replaced by the Spirit of the Ring.

“Seems like the right motivation can make you into quite a little whore Malik!” chuckled the thief, gleefully pushing the other down to the ground again. He finally let go of the knife in his hand to use it to grab the other’s arms and push them up above his head, pinning his wrists together. With his left hand he grabbed hold of Malik’s chin, forcing the teen to face him and put one finger to his mouth. He forced Malik to open his mouth, allowing for the finger to slide in and open it up more. Desperate, Malik bit down hard on the thin digit. To his surprise Bakura gave a hiss of delight and laughed.

“Mmm. That was nice. Do you want me to show you how nice?” He bent over and planted his sharp teeth into Malik’s neck, making the Egyptian cry out in pain. Abruptly he drew back, licking his lips. Malik’s neck was bleeding quite nicely. Malik was breathing heavily. Bakura’s finger was still in his mouth, and in addition to that his neck was burning, as well as another place on his body that he was trying to ignore. This was becoming hard as Bakura at that point decided to lean back, putting pressure that certain part of anatomy.


Malik whimpered as Bakura leant back. The thief smiled knowingly and was about to repeat the motion when the radio announced that all duellists were required to attend Kaiba, who in Bakura’s opinion had something rigid stuck up his arse, possibly another Millennium Item. Even Bakura felt slightly disturbed by that thought, and had no plans of looking for an Item up there.

“You’re lucky, Ishtar,” said Bakura, regaining his knife and pocketing it. “My host needs to eat and I need to duel. But mark my words. When I get those bloody God Cards, your Rod will be mine.” With that he stood up, taking care to brush a hand against Malik’s erection and, smirking, walked out of the room.