Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, nor am I making any profit off this drabble.
Summary: Yami Bakura would make little Yugi scream…
Warnings/Notes: Um. Read this at your peril. It can be construed as a rape/nonconsent/torture ficlet. But I don't think it's graphic enough that I wouldn't be allowed to post it on ffdotnet. If this was a longer piece, I don't think that would be the case (I have no current plans to make this longer, though). Basically what happens in this ficlet is that Yami Bakura cuts up Yugi and isn't satisfied until he hears the boy scream. It's heavily implied that there is a sexual element to the fic. I don't really like this thing, but at least I kept Yami Bakura in character …
Rating: Definitely Mature.
WC: About 190 words
Saku's drabble wars prompt: Yami Bakura/Yugi- Knife play. Blood. Being with a Yami was dangerous, having it be the sadistic thief just made it a thousand times more interesting.
For Want of a Scream
By Yo's Subordinate, Written 8/14/15 & Posted to ffdotnet 8/16/15
Yugi was naked and spread eagle, against black satin sheets. Each of his limbs were secured to the bed's posts. His pale skin gleamed white in the moonlight streaming through his bedroom window. Or it gleamed white until Yami Bakura slashed red across his chest, and then Yugi's skin shone black because of the blood. Yugi clenched his eyes shut tight, doing his best to let out only the smallest of sounds. The sound was only a mere hissing whisper in Yami Bakura's ears, and that wasn't good enough for the thief.
The first slash across Yugi's chest was shallow. The second one was only a little deeper, a second slash to complete an x across the boy's torso. That slash made Yugi open his eyes wide, sucking in a horrified scream of pain.
Better, but still not good enough, Yami Bakura thought to himself.
The thief straddled Yugi's hips harder, grinding himself down against the boy's sex.
Yami Bakura carved a frown into Yugi's stomach, just a touch deeper than the second slash.
Yugi screamed, and the thief bent down to lick up the boy's blood, a satisfied grin marring his lips.
Owari