~Dark Desire~

YGOXHP crossover,YAOI BOY/BOY will get explicit and sex-filled later on...infact...yeah this is pretty much a serious attempt at romance also not just steaming hotsex (which I suck at) so this is a testing fiction to help me learn the ropes of it okay?
If your going to flame this fiction why don't you try flaming the other thousands of "OMFG U VEELA NOAW WE HAZ CRAZY SEX!" Harry/Draco's & Tom/Harry fics before you dis my actual attempt? Jus' sayin'...
It will have some OOCness but that I can't help (or the characters wouldn't fall in love..obviously) Underageness( O.o I will try hard to portray their personality though Harry will be dark so NYAH. M-RATED FOR A DAMN REASON. Also, this is not what real love should be like, it's obvioulys ephebophilic, but YB is pretty much a feckin' demon....

This is a Yami Bakura/Harry Potter love...wish me luck (boy this is gunna be hard) A.U. DarkHarry! MasochisticHarry. SadisticYamiBakura o.O might get a little sub/dom ish.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH OR HARRY POTTER,THIS IS PURELY FOR ENTERTAINTMENT PURPOSES (if you sue me all you get are my glow in the dark bedcovers,laptop and my fillings O.o)
*swats away Lawyers* GO AWAY VULTURES! (no not you..the Lawyers)

You' get the 411 on Harry's Hogwarts situation later.

He begged for a set of glasses on Christmas, that's all he wanted instead he received a slap across the face and a punishment. Not that the glasses mattered anymore...his vision somehow fixed itself...which was bizarre but hey he wasn't complaining.

This troubled little boy was named Harry Potter, he was fifteen years old. He had bright emerald eyes and silky black raven hair which used to spike out in all directions until his Aunt shaved it,the next day it grew back straight but freakishly long.
Aunt Petunia screamed at him for hours, Vernon had kicked him mercilessly and then his cousin, Dudley. Harry's hair had grown now to his waist and they tried cutting and pulling it but it would keep coming back.
They moved him out the cupboard to the basement when Harry was too big (at fifteen) to fit anymore. The basement was small, filled with cobwebs and spiders and a pathetic cardboard-like bed.

It was a small prison.

He was wearing baggy jeans which were ripped up by wear and tear but could be passed off as a fashion statement. However the shirt he wore was horrendously large and hung off his lithe frame. The work he did in the gardens toned up his pale white body as you could feel and the muscle lines building around his abs if he wasn't so underfed he'd be more then healthy. His slender-small muscle was the polar opposite to Dudley Dursley who was like a small killer whale and had the mind of a sheep.
On the walls he began carving his birthday and his name,just so he wouldn't forget it.

"I am Harry Potter," he was now fifteen years old.

"Happy birthday to me," he muttered as he lay awake on his pathetic excuse for a mattress which didn't even have covers to keep him warm.

"I wish I could be anywhere but here, anywhere..."

"-anywhere," he whispered to the spiders in the darkness as he watched them make their beautiful silky webs. A powerful feeling inside him stirred, as though hearing his wish and all of a sudden his world went black as his stomach twisted.

Oh Fuck.

Immediately he was hit by it yet he didn't really seem bothered by it, the feeling of Shadow's tickling his body made him feel cold, and oddly enough he liked it. He was sick of the warmth he saw other people get, he was a Freak after all and Freaks didn't get hugs or kisses or be tucked in at night and got normal food portions.
They celebrated their birth, were cherished...the normal people...but the normal people were ignorant and nasty. He no longer envied them as much as before,he was almost glad he was a Freak.

It made no sense, the Shadows should be torturing him, driving him mad. No. They were...caressing him. The stranger in the Shadows who was watching scowled. Harry opened his eyes while giggling somewhat madly as the Shadows played with his long waistlength hair,the Shadows were taking the form of the wind.
Harry took the time to look around,the place was completely bare except the occasional fuzzy thing hopping by.

'This is weird...' but he was weird...so this place should make him feel right at home? The Dursleys weren't here. He smiled. He was lost in a blank world filled with monsters running by...and he was smiling. Crazy.

He jumped at the sound of shuffling and spun around so fast he almost got whiplash.

Nothing there.

He turned around calmly and his eyes widened, there was a man...coated in shadows. A billowing black trench-coat and deep slanted red ruby eyes which shone from the shadows...his gruff voice growled at him.

"How did you get here boy?" His tone left no room for smart-mouth, no lies. Infact it was supposed to invoke fear, Harry knew it and yet he didn't brake his confident stance.

"I don't know.." he uttered the truth. "I wanted to be anywhere except home-" a note of sarcasm on the word 'home'. "-Then I woke up here," was all that Harry could say feeling nervous now as the man analyzed him.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

'That should be impossible...he wasn't in a duel even...nor does he possess a Millennium Item,' he thought eying him. Yet he isn't lying. Then it struck him that somehow he must have some form of Shadow Magick within him to get here.

It was the first human to cross paths with him in thousands of years. He stepped out of the darkness showing his face, very light brown skin...a scar beneath his eye...white hair which stuck out in a spiky manner wearing rich robes underneath his trench-coat.
Harry felt a little ashamed of the tattered rags he was in,for somereason the scary man was approaching him. He looked up into his ruby red eyes,and his heart skipped a few beats and felt like it was in his throat and his stomach had twisted presumably out of fear.

A blue dragon approached by, the man didn't seem to be in the mood to deal with it so he grabbed Harry off the ground making Harry's eyes go comically wide. No person ever touched him unless it was for punishment and this scary person was pushing him out the way from a dragon.
They were in some part of the bare area he shoved Harry up against what must have been a wall.

He licked his lips as he felt the boys pounding heart. Lets be realistic,this was the first human he'd come across in thousands of years. Everyone had urges. Even the sadistic scary man.

"What's your name boy?" asked the man in an almost snarky manner though holding it back.

"F--Harry, Harry Potter" he said quietly trying not to let his voice crack and stopping himself from saying 'Freak'. Then in a curious manner he shot back...

"What's yours?" the question echoed and bounced over the silence of the Shadow Realm. Yami Bakura didn't know,nor did he have to tell this piece of meat infront of him yet so much courage for one in the victim position.

"They called me Yami Bakura, King of Thieves, though I've had many names," he growled as his eyes flashed as though daring Harry to say something back.

"Now...how old are you?" he asked putting a hand to Harry's neck gently constricting Harry's loose breathing which he needed to support his wildly pounding heart so Harry broke out into a nervous sweat. God this was a scary experience and yet the adreniline was running through him.

"Fifteen...Yami," referring to him by name which surprised the man a little, Ra this was so dirty and forbidden as the boy was so underage and yet....more licking of lips. The use of his name shown some courage. His eye's narrowed.

"I think you have the ability to come here at will, if what you told me is true," in a frosty tone of voice,he almost felt like smacking himself as he gave in to himself and pushed his body up against the -underage- boy.
Despite the clamp on his throat there was a sharp intake of breath.

This was weird, no person ever did this to Harry before, it felt good though? This...Yami Bakura...didn't use gloves when touching him like everyone else did with him and that made Harry feel a little special.
He heard about this type of thing...don't let strangers touch you in ways you don't like. Well the man wasn't a stranger anymore? He told Harry his name after all, and Harry did like it. So it wasn't wrong...right?

He used his hand which was clamped around Harry's neck to tilt his head to the right. Showing a toothy smirk..which...shown Harry his sharp fang-like teeth making Harry stare, reminding him of the vampires he'd read about.
All of a sudden Harry's eyes widened further and his soft plump lips tried to issue a whine of pain but it came out like a groan making the Thief dig deeper into him. He had dived onto Harry's neck and bit into him like a vampire...hey 'maybe he was one?' he thought through the fuzziness of his mind which could barely compute with what was going on.

Yami Bakura was drawing it from the meat infront of him...it tasted so sweet like sugar to him making his eyes roll back into his head for a moment as he felt the warm red substance spill a little over his lips,most went into his mouth. When he'd finished he felt the normal metallic aftertaste on his tongue, he didn't mind it though.
He didn't even realize the brief grunt he'd made which made Harry's legs go weak. Ra this was bizare,this kid was just letting him...not putting up a fight even...not that he had a choice. He grudgingly stopped and looked at the boy...Potter..Harry....who seemed to be turning red with a vague look of enjoyment.

Harry had liked the pain which assisted the adrenaline he felt when he was shoved up against the wall. Never had he felt more alive. Now he knew how people felt when they won their first award, now he knew what it felt like to feel happiness.
This boy -Harry Potter- liked pain. An evil smirk. This will be fun.

"I---I---I should...get...back," was all he could manage through light panting. All Yami Bakura originally wanted was to have his fun with the boy after thousands of years of complete loneliness. The bite had been an animalistic lust to mark the 'meat' or 'prey' as his. His own and nobody elses.
Running a hand through the boys long hair which made him turn redder he smirked,far too easy. The boy longed for touch,obviously he'd been starved of it like himself.

His eyes narrowed for a moment as he growled in a threatening tone.

"You'd better come back. Or I'l come for you myself" his eyes flashed and he withdrew a knife. A brief flash of fear in Harry's eyes which quickly turned to desire,pain felt good it shouldn't but it did. Instead the Thief dropped the knife into Harry's pocket.

"I have a feeling you'l need it," was all he said if that mark didn't remind him. "Now go". Harry felt his magick stir inside him as he felt himself being pulled through the wall. .

Smack!

Onto his cardboard mattress. He was gasping and panting covered in a sheen of sweat. He tried getting up,but his legs were like jelly as he attempted to get up he collapsed on the floor next to a puddle.

'Was that real? Or just a dream...' he wondered. He looked at the reflectiveness of the puddle of dirty water he had knocked over a day ago when he was 'treated' with dirty water he didn't dare touch let alone drink.
Bastard Dursleys...

He pulled his baggy shirt down,and sure enough saw two bite marks around a red area.

"It was real" his voice was hoarse and cracked not realizing the tear rolling down his pale high cheekbones for the first time somebody actually touched Harry without gloves -intentionally-. He was so used to being punished when the Dursleys put on gloves as if Harry were a plague-ridden child.

Meanwhile in the realm of empty Shadows Yami Bakura frowned. He enjoyed it too much,his heart was still racing infact. Perhaps he shouldn't have let the boy leave. But he'd be back. He'd better be back,
That boy was bizzare. It was purely physical what Yami Bakura wanted so what was that odd burning feeling he felt when he slipped away?

Back to the pain of the shadows...he'd better be back.
Yes the boy would be back,because he was the Thief King.
and Kings ALWAYS got want they want.

Yami Bakura was never,
EVER refused of what he wanted...

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