HEY GUYS I'M NOT DEAD! And for those who listen to my shitty ramblings on a regular basis, you'd know I have been fiddling around with a Shotacon one shot. And here it is! I actually managed to screw up psychoshipping so badly that I could make shota out of it! (For those who do not like shota, please leave, and for those who don't know what it is-G-O-O-G-L-E is your friend! :D)

Kay, so, I feel like the world needs more fics where Bakura is completely trampled to oblivion. Why yes, I am somewhat twisted, but it's just a terrible kink of mine D: I can't help it. And besides, the world needed more psychoshipping too, so I've written that too!
And yes, Bakura will be "ooc", but I don't really care, because everything which is not in the actual story line, is technically out of character. I'm just warning people before hand, and before they start bitching at me. Very well. i'll go on with the warnings then!

Also, this story is a rape fic. Yes, Bakura is the uke, and he will not be going "GIVE IT TO ME LIKE I'M A RABBIT"-Anytime soon. Thank you very much!

Warnings!: Harmartophilia (Committing sinful acts), Parthenphilia (Sex with virgins), Gerontophilia (Older partner), Shotacon (Younger partner), Rape, Molestation, Cat ears and tail, PWP, Somewhat Squick I guess, Marik's delicious toungue, Mind fuck, Father/Son relationship, Master/Slave relationship, Mentions of spanking, Mentions of human slavery, Angst, Violence, A few drops of blood, somewhat crossdressing, humilation, a little torture, bondage, domestic violence, a bit dark I assume, smut, childlike minds...I think that's it. I may have skipped a few, but, man, there are so many!

Disclaimer: Hai, my name is obsessive fan nr xxxxxxx, I've written a fanfiction. I don't get paid. It could be cool, but I don't, and also, I didn't create Yugioh!

I think I'm done now, with my ranting. So, onwards with the story, the lemon is in next chapter!


Soft kitty, warm kitty
Little ball of furr
Lazy kitty, pretty kitty
purr, purr, purr

A pair of soft brown eyes scanned the quiet and dark area, their owner gently holding onto the doorframe. He bend over, tugging in one kneesock uncertainly. With a weak gaze, the young child determinly walked silently across the floor, to the large canopy bed. Swallowing, he reached down, hesitating, and rustled the sleeping figure on the shoulder. When he recieved no response, the boy's ears drooped, and he carefully, but surely climbed up, next to the mess of dirty blond hair.

Pulling the covers slowly over himself and proceeding to lay as still as possible, the little creature stared at the ceiling, waiting. A moment later, the other male stirred, first a soft groan, then he let out a yawn. And after that, came the boys name.

"...Bakura?"

Yes, the little creature, barely 14 of age, was named Bakura. The older man at his side was Marik Ishtar, his first and only owner.

Turning to face the Egyptian, Bakura carefully shuffled closer and nuzzled into the warmth of the others chest.

"What is it?" He was asked, and remaining silent for moment, the small cat pulled up his knees with a low whine.

"I had a bad dream." Bakura finally whispered, his voice broken and scared. The Egyptian sighed deeply, and hooked an arm under the lithe body beside him. He pulled the cat onto his chest, closing his eyes and buried his fingers in the white tresses.

"You can sleep here." Marik stated, and the boy slowly laid his head, relaxing once again. But he didn't rest like he was told, instead he spent his time watching his Master. The tip of his tail swished from side to side as he stared, a finger tracing the black marks on the other's face loosely. He stuck a foot out from underneath the sheets, too warm to sleep yet, and manouvered one of the Egyptians palms around his waist. A warm feeling settling itself in the youths gut, Bakura snuggled up to the older man as much as he knew was allowed, trying to get some rest.

It was difficult however, when he was aware of just how annoyed his Master was with him. Marik had always told him to stay in his room at night, and not to bother him, but sometimes, it just happened. His feet would move on their own, and he was already in the Egyptian's chambers before he knew it. He was only lucky that Marik was so overbearing and usually forgot about these things during a small amount of time, or he would've gotten in trouble too often.

Frowning, the cat mentally scolded himself. He knew very well that his Master needed to rest, just like he did, and surely, being awakened in the middle of the night wasn't one of his favourite things. He'd never been rejected by the Egyptian though, but he was well aware that Marik didn't like it when he needed to lay with him. Bakura did however.

It gave a feeling of safety and comfort, and somewhere along the way, he'd always fall asleep, happy that Marik would still be there when he woke up.

Unfortunately, there hadn't ever been a case where the Egyptian was still with him the next morning, and today was no different.

And even if there might have been an urge to be angry with the older man, Bakura didn't say anything, he merely sat up, staring into nothing in particular. Then, the little cat climbed out of the bed and rubbed his eyes absently as he walked into the hall. Walking down the split stairs, he glanced hungrily at the bassin of koi karps at the end, as he headed restlessly for the living room. Bakura announced his pressence with a short purr, his tail swaying eagerly behind him when his eyes met with those of his owner. A faint, warm look of recognition appeared on the Egyptian's face, before he set aside his book and offered the young teen his complete attention.

"Good morning." He murmered, patting the spot next to him on the couch. Without needing to be asked, the cat quickly tugged up in his loose socks, shuffled along the floor and plopped down at his Masters side. Bakura sighed delightfully, leaning up against the Egyptian, who'd already picked his book up again. Closing his eyes, he let the tip of his tail wag back and forth playfully, while his palms laid folded on the older mans lap.

"Are you going to be sitting here for long?" Marik finally questioned him after a while, sounding interested. The cat nodded eagerly, his arms snaking around the others waist needingly.

"Hm. By the time I reach the next chapter, I want you to be bathed and in clean clothes Bakura. It's your choice from here on then."

Turning to look at the Egyptian's newfound interest, Bakura cracked a mischievious smile.

"How many pages do I have?" He asked softly, surprised that the other began to flip through the pages, searching for the bold letters that highlighted next chapter.

"About 27 and a half. So don't be cheeky with me, and get to it, right?" Marik demanded, a hand combing through the cat's silken locks. It stayed there, and the young teen tilted his head back.

"I like being here with you." He protested halfheartedly, the authority of his Master being too much to cross. Marik was a patient and stoic person, but the cat knew better than to defy him, he'd learnt that the very first day they met. It'd been by coincedence of course, he hadn't always lived with Marik, but it was close. The older man had happened to walk by Bakura's broker on the dingy part of town, and was persuaded into looking closer, despite the Egyptian having no intent of buying anything.

Unfortunately, the look Bakura had given him when their eyes had met in a split second, was enough to change his mind. He'd clawed out through the bars of his cage, keening and mewing as the Egyptian had reached in and gently stroked his cheek. Marik had then demanded that the little kit was let out, no matter the price, though the broker had tried to palm other cats off on him, more expensive ones. Upset, that his yet-to-be Master had been offered other merchandise than himself, Bakura had desperately tried to earn his attention, wanting to be taken home.

To his luck, Marik was more than satisfied with the young cat, and with a tiny death-threat lingering in the air, had the broker unlock the desired cage. Bakura had clung to the older man for the rest of the time, when he laid money on the table, till he was put to bed. The little cat hadn't been used to so much silence in the night, or so much space, and eventually, he'd upset himself to tears. To his surprise, his new Master hadn't been angry with him, no, he'd just picked him up and taken him back to his bedroom. Though the incident at the brokers had been quite terrifying, the kitten hadn't felt a need to be downright afraid of the Egyptian, and merely enjoyed the warmth he radiated.

Stopping himself in his musings, the cat stretched out, a soft purr emitting from his throat. It'd been 8 years ago since Marik took him in, and nothing had really changed. The mansion was the same, with large victorian inspired rooms with alot of space to the ceiling, Marik seemed to like that. Bakura didn't mind them, he liked to spend his time sitting on the bookshelves in the libary, though the Egyptian didn't always approve of his games.

Honestly, Marik probably didn't approve of most of the things he spent his time with. When he was bored, he'd annoy the fish in the hall, by dipping his tail in and stirring, till he was busted. Or he'd sit in the living room and knead into the fluffy pillows, gradually caressing them to thin threads. At times like those, it only took 'the stare' from he was caught in the act, till he stopped. The cat wasn't sure what would happen if he'd contiue, but one only made that mistake one time, merely for a thrill.

Yes, Marik was patient, and he never did hurt him, however, there was the 'discipline', and Bakura wasn't so keen on that. So naturally, the cat stayed out of trouble whenever his Master was near, that way staying out of being beaten.

Frowning from his own thoughts, the young teen pushed himself up and relucantly sauntered out, heading towards the bathroom. He made a brief stop at the koi karps, having to bite his lips to keep from following his instincts. But he forced them into the back of his mind, patting down the hall with the intents of doing what he always did in the bathtub when he got there.

Wait around for Marik to come and dry him off.

It was the best part about getting wet, Bakura mused to himself, the tip of his tail flicking happily back and forth. And it couldn't possibly be long, he'd already washed his hair, scrubbed every inch of his body and even saved his Master from getting a towel ready. But he didn't come in on time, so, naturally, the little cat meekly stepped out of the large tub, threw the fluffy comforter around his shoulders and let his tail bristle testingly.

Curious as to why the Egyptian hadn't joined him yet, Bakura set off back into the hall, the cold floor quickening his pace. He mewed uncertainly, assured that it had to give some sort of reaction. Wetting his lips, the young teen tried to remain stoic as he passed the koi karps on his way to the living room. Bakura clutched his towel, tipped his head slightly to the side and mewled needingly, wanting attention. The fact that he was drenched and dripped onto the floor, gave the cat slight hopes that his Master would notice his own abscence.

Fortunately for the cat, his trick worked, and soon the Egyptian rose from his spot without looking up, set the book aside and slowly walked to his side. He didn't speak, he merely grabbed Bakura by his shoulders, nudging down the sides gently, and smiled lazily when the cat bit his lips.

See, Bakura didn't like bathing. He liked being dried off, but then again-he didn't. It was complicated. It didn't bother him as Marik rubbed along his sides, and stomach to get him dry, it was when he reached his hips and legs it felt odd, and made him slightly dizzy. His face always grew warm too, like when he had a fever, but always disappeared as soon as the hands did.

Soon enough, his flustered expression got the best of Marik like always, and he glanced up, an eyebrow raised slightly.

"Is anything on your mind?" He asked quietly, resuming his actions as the cat shook his head wildly in denial.

"I'm just hungry." Bakura finally murmered, fairly aware that he wasn't meant to lie to his Master. But he didn't know how Marik would react to the blushing, or what it meant, however, he'd rather keep it to himself, till it wore off.

Getting back onto his feet, the Egyptian rubbed down Bakura's shoulders, ruffling the towel through his hair a couple of times before he placed a soft kiss in it, lingering.

"Hmm, want some milk then?" Marik muttered indifferently, releasing the cat and left him for a moment. Meanwhile, Bakura nervously bit the edge of his towel, the air nipping at his bare skin by now, including the goosebumps he got from lying. He shifted about, ears perking when he saw the Egyptian return with clean clothes and eagerly dropped the towel, tail flicking about. Swallowing hard, the cat quickly pulled on the grey shirt, tugging it down below his knees. Marik lifted one of the young teens feet, urging him to put on the black shorts he'd brought along.

And even if he wanted to hurry and please his Master by doing as he was told, it was still difficult without tripping, when he couldn't coil his tail around anything to support himself. Nevertheless, the little cat gently clamped his palms around the others shoulders, stepping into them. He stood still, trying to remain stoic, but couldn't help the slight flinch that coursed through his body when Marik tugged the smooth fabric up his hips. To avoid having to explain the reaction, Bakura let his knees give away, holding onto the Egyptian. A soft mewl escaped his lips, that he desperately tried to cover with his arm, but Marik still seemed unfazed.

"Put these on and go to the living room, I'll give you something to eat if you're just patient." He was asked and handed a pair of silken socks that he hurriedly slipped on, while Marik went to retrieve him his late breakfast. As he fought to maintain his balance, the cat grabbed at the doorframe, looking up in frustration and let his tail swish agitated behind him. His main concern had been slipping on the marble flooring, but as soon as his fluffy tail knocked into something, he quickly turned his attention downward, eyeing a few pieces of porcelain. He never got the time to fuss about how much of a klutz he was, before he was met with a soft groan.

"Bakura, I shouldn't even have to explain why this is making me slightly irritated." Marik said, his voice calm and collected, but Bakura knew he was close to snapping. He bowed his head and clutched the bottom of his shirt, needing something to hold onto as the Egyptian approached him with long determined strides. Whining in the back of his throat and preparing for the scolding, Bakura mumbled an incomprehensible excuse. There was a moment of silence between them, and when it became apparent that there were no punishment yet, he glanced up, repeating his apology.

"I didn't notice it before it was too late." He muttered, flinching as a hand grabbed him by the shoulder and tugged him away from the broken vase. Sending the cat an indifferent look, Marik leant down casually, picking up a large, sharp piece of porcelain and studied it briefly.

"You didn't want to fall, so you decided it'd be better to hold onto a fragile, irreplaceable ming vase for support? It's the only proper explanation, unless you were inconsiderate of your surroundings yet again. And it certainly wouldn't surprise me. So, how is it that you see it acceptable to destroy my things?" The Egyptian inquired, dropping the piece to the floor, inches from the teens feet.

"I don't. I just-" Bakura began, cut off by the older man.

"No, you don't 'just' do anything around these things. It may not look like it and it may not mean much to you, but it's an expensive item, and I don't want you breaking anymore worth value. Understood?"

Without an answer, the cat merely nodded, appreciative that his Master had sorted to the lecture this time. He knew that no matter how many things Marik owned, he'd always want more, be it books, vases or paintings. It didn't make much sense to Bakura however, but it seemed to matter to the Egyptian, though he'd never understood what money meant, and how much they were worth.

"Good, now move, or you'll get the shards up your feet." Marik announced, picking up the cat with ease and placed him on the bottom of the stairs. He snapped once, pointing to the second story. "And go to your room, I have other things to do."

Bakura didn't need to be told twice, and he hurriedly made his way upstairs, turning to the right and went to his own room, like he was ordered. Once inside, he pushed the door closed, patting to the bed and snuggled under the sheets, guilt welling up in his stomach. He hated having to look at Marik when he'd done something wrong, even if it wasn't on purpose. It just happened too often lately. Whenever he had his Master around, he became so distraught and skittish. And that odd fuzzy feeling in his gut didn't help either. It felt wrong - not the exciting wrong, but...Scary-Wrong.

Licking his lips absently, Bakura curled up within himself, confused. He didn't understand the sudden obsession with his own Master, why it felt so wrong, but still intriguing when he was touched by him. There was no denying that he liked to be pampered and spoiled, but something in the back of his mind, told him that he shouldn't be. He sat up slowly, intending to go downstairs and apoligize so he could get over with the guilt. Surely, Marik couldn't have forgiven him yet, but trying to make him was always an opportunity.

Bakura quietly patted out his room, stopping in the hall to listen for the Egyptian. There wasn't any swearing or cursing going on, so he decided to try and soothe the older man, one way or another. His tail flicked about lazily as he walked, and he sent an indifferent look at the koi karps again, like he always did. This time however, hunger had driven the cat closer to the edge of the bassin and he stared at the large fish, suddenly feeling curious as to how he'd go about getting one out. Looking over the back of his shoulder, Bakura noticed that all the glass shards were gone and a shiver of relief ran down his spine. He couldn't be in that much trouble anymore.

Leaning over the ledge of the bassin, Bakura clenched and unclenched his fists, unsure of what to do. There were so many karps, no one would notice a single one missing. And they looked so deliciously tempting. He glanced back one more time, slightly paranoid. Those fish were expensive too, like the vase, or at least, that's what Marik told him. It sounded true though, they were all so shiny, large and had pretty patterns, scaringly symmetric patterns.

The cat sighed, ignoring his stomach rumbling slightly and reached down, touching a white and red karp with the tip of his fingers. It felt smooth, cold and this only fueled his instincts further. He sucked in a portion of air, took aim at a goodlooking one and swiped down, missing it by an inch. Bakura mentally frowned, needing to take another try, it wasn't enough yet.

With a determined look on his face, Bakura leant down again, grabbing one with surprising ease and brought it out of the water. The fish squirmed and flailed desperately, bringing up a desire the cat rarely felt. His fingers tightened around his prey, knowing he was to either bite, or squeeze the life out of it. But still, something in the back of his mind told him to be careful, and thus, the cat hesitated briefly, staring at his prey in confusion. It wasn't for long however, since the scent of it drew him closer and closer, till he felt his mouth open up, and lock around it. The taste wasn't as good as he'd expected, but the feel was. He bit down hard, pulling back with his palms and ripped the head off quite easily, satisfied as he chewed away.

Bakura held the fish in one hand, a shiver running down his spine as the last spasms coursed through the now, headless animal. He leant onto the ledge, turning the fish upside down and allowed a few drops of surprisingly clear blood to pour into the water. It wasn't enough to permanently spoil the water, but it was enough to draw more curious fish to the surface. The cat wasn't interested anymore though, his hunger had been settled for now. He chomped into the cold meat, blood staining his lips and lower part of his shirt, but he didn't care, he could change. It tasted better with every bite, mostly because of the little 'hunt' and because of the danger he'd put himself in. If Marik noticed, he'd be sure to punish him one way or another, or, just let him go with a warning if he was lucky.

Taking another large bite of his fish, Bakura stared at the other ones, wondering how they'd react to one of their lifelong friends being eaten in front of them. He doubted they'd mourn though, fish had never proven themselves very emotional creatures either way. Smiling timidly by his own selfishness, the cat carefully nibbled the skin of his fish, peeling it halfway down in a playful pace. He ripped if off completely, chewing on it and liking the feel of tiny, slippery scales on his toungue. The taste had increasingly gotten better by now, though it was mostly bloody, greasy and slightly salty. Licking off a small amount of water off his lips, and whiping them in his shirt, he chewed on the middle body of his fish, restless. The adrenaline had slowly worn off, and he was getting a bit more paranoid by now.

It wasn't enough to make him stop however, and when eventually finished, he reached down, snatching another fish and felt a sudden tinge of excitment in his chest. This one flailed even more than the other, and he had slight difficulties to hold it still long enough to bite over it. He suceeded in the end, locking his mouth around most of the head and let his jaws snap together tightly. As soon as his teeth made contact with the poor fish, it immediatly stopped moving altogether, hanging limply in the cat's palms. Bakura chewed quickly, feeling a bit twitchy and nervous by now. The thrill hadn't worn off yet, but it was mixing with the fear of Marik noticing a few fish had disappeared. It was too risky, he soon decided, and the cat needingly took one last bite before he'd-

"What the hell do you think you're doing!"

The shock itself was enough to make Bakura yelp and drop his halfeaten fish into the water. He stayed quiet for several moments, never having heard such anger in the Egyptian's voice ever before, and the sound alone frightened him beyond belief.

His mouth opened and closed countless times, but nothing came out. He could hear heavy footsteps behind him, and even though he wanted to turn around, he was frozen on the spot, till his shoulder was grasped roughly and he was turned to face the Egyptian's furious form. Marik glared at him, eyes briefly flicking behind him to the floating corpse of a fish. Before Bakura could even stutter out an excuse, the angered Egyptian burrowed his nails deep into the cat, pulling a frightened cry from his lips.

"I asked-What the do you think you're doing!" Bakura flinched, both from pain and Marik's sudden rage. If he'd ever been afraid, it was nothing compared to now, he'd never been handled that way.

"I-I-" The cat began, cut off by his own throat snaring up on him. Marik snarled something incomprehensible, seemed to be driven by anger, and grasped the cat's upper arms, bruising them.

"Tell me how you thought you could just 'eat' from there! Now!" The older man spat, not bothering to wait for his answer before he backhanded the teen hard across the face, gripping him so tightly it was the only thing that kept him from falling.

Bakura gasped in a mix between fear, and shock, but not surprise. Even though the Egyptian had promised to cherise him, and to never harm him like that, it didn't surprise him. He'd always been tempered, and he'd managed to stir up the bad sides of him, ones he couldn't talk or cuddle his way out of. But despite of his lack of surprise, it still hurt, it hurt terribly.

The cat parted his lips, struggling to speak as he clutched his cheek in selfpity. His fingers, his shoulders, even his legs trembled and his throat seemed much tighter than it should.

"Bakura. If you don't speak right now I'll-" Marik grit out, stopping midsentence when the little cat whimpered. He grasped him by the jaw, turning his face up to meet his. Bakura closed his eyes tightly, hoping to prevent the tears that rose to the surface, but it didn't help.

"I-I'm-" The cat croaked countless times, before he realized that it was pointless and when he felt Marik squeeze together, he fell into a torrent of desperate whines.

"Stop crying!" The Egyptian barked, once again striking the little cat, this time sending him to the floor instead. Bakura laid sprawled out for a short moment, heaving as he broke into tears, sobbing violently. He curled up his knees, crying harder than he thought possible. And despite his attempts to quieten himself, it didn't work, he just couldn't stop.

"Get up Bakura." Marik suddenly muttered, his voice straining to sound calm. Wincing and nodding vigourously, Bakura rolled around, pushing to his feet and looked down in shame. He clamped his lips together, hoping to cease his crying, but his efforts were futile. Sobbing and whimpering quietly, the cat hugged his arms, scared of what was yet to come.

"Look at me." The older man demanded, and Bakura forced himself to look up, meeting the others gaze. His lips quivered, and he had to bite them to keep them still.

"Now stop your crying."

Nodding numbly, Bakura obeyed his Master again, supressing the tears till they pooled in his eyes, waiting to be shed.

"And now, you can tell me why you ate one of my fish, despite how many times I've told you to stay away!" Marik snapped, looking like he was having trouble with not slapping him again.

"I don't know." Bakura whispered painfully, a tear escaping and rolling down his cheek, onto his lips, then to the floor.

"You don't know. You don't know why you just ate fish worth more than yourself!" The Egyptian growled, unawaringly piercing through the young teens heart with mere words.

Trembling uncontrollably, Bakura tried to remain understanding. Even if he'd just been compared to a patterned fish. He nodded, tears now running freely down his face, silently dropping to the floor, pooling at his feet.

"You stupid little pest. You keep pushing my limits, by breaking my things, and I'm too naive to think that it would change. I thought I'd be able to alter you, but I guess I was wrong... Or perhaps I just haven't been using the right methods..." Marik said quietly, sounding angry, but at least more collected than before. Unconciously twitching and murmering apoligies over and over again, the little cat gently stroked his sore cheek, trembling down to his fingers. He heard the Egyptian let out a low growl in frustration, whipping around and storm out of the room, leaving him alone. Bakura breathed out shakily, gingerly rubbing his shoulder as some sort of comfort. It felt tempting to go upstairs and cry out the fear, but if the Egyptian ever intended to return, he'd be in for more if he wasn't there.

Sitting down on the floor, Bakura combed through his hair with his fingers, attempting to steady his breathing again, and stop the tears. He swallowed hard, coughing when he felt a need to sob, to keep a low profile. The cat wasn't sure how long he waited, but eventually, when his Master finally made an apperance again, his eyes had turned back to their original stoic state.

He curled up into himself, believing that Marik would pass him and leave upstairs, but he didn't. The Egyptian approached him, and when they were a few feet apart, he knelt down to his level, reached out and urged him to look up. Bakura felt his chest tighten up, to the point where he had to gasp to breathe. Wrapping his fingers around the cat's shoulders, the Egyptian waited as Bakura flinched and eventually tugged him to his chest. Bakura croaked, not sure what was going on, and tried to keep from grasping at the older man in need. He breathed in, clenching and unclenching his fists for quite some time, before Marik made the first move and stood up, bringing the cat with him.

"Stop your crying." Marik ordered quietly, taking the cat off his feet and cradled him in his arms. Nodding numbly, the young teen obeyed, remaining stiff in the others embrace. It was too difficult to speak, the shock still evident in his system, so the cat stayed silent torn between wanting comfort, and wanting to get away. But since his Master had decided to apoligize in his own way, he'd just accept it, and wait till he could be alone. Not that it'd require much from now on.

"I didn't mean to." Bakura whispered, arching against the palm that came to stroke his hair. He did his best to purr and sound pleased, but it was much harder than he'd thought at first.

"You didn't mean to?" The older man countered, his voice antagonizing to him.

"I didn't mean to do it. It wasn't on purpose..." He whined hopelessly, allowing the Egyptian to rub his back. It both soothed him, and sent chills down his spine, but he didn't object, fear getting the best of him.

"It's okay, calm down..." Marik cooed to him, nuzzling him behind the ears and doing all sorts of things that usually made the cat relax again. Bakura shivered and quivered, wanting a break from touching anyone, emitting his dismay in soft, unpleased sounds, but his efforts were futile.

"I'm sorry." He whimpered, his toes curling from an unfamiliar feeling, running along the rim of his shirt. Marik hummed, nuzzling his neck affectionately, and clutched a handful of his hair.

"I know you are, my little kitten, I know you are." The older man murmered overbearingly, and Bakura mentally flinched from the posessive form of his name. He'd always just been 'Bakura' to him.

"Hmm, you need to be cleaned. We can't have you wandering around, all bloody, now can we?" Marik said, leaving no time for negotiation as he began to whipe the blood off Bakura's lips and neck. He rested his forehead against the cat's, circling the thin cloth along his jaw and contiued slowly towards an exposed collarbone. The first thing that sprung to Bakura's mind was how creepingy close they were, then, why on earth Marik felt a need to clean him off right there.

Grunting in discomfort, Bakura squirmed when a finger traced along a shoulder, down beneath his shirt. He shivered, an odd sound escaping his lips and Marik chuckled, close to a laugh. Finding the gesture and situation extremely unnerving, the cat parted his lips to object, interupted by a sharp pinch on his calf. Marik didn't speak however, he merely nuzzled his neck, too close to his throat for his liking.

"M-M-Stop..Stop Marik, stop." Bakura pleaded, his body buckling in an attempt to make the other let go. The Egyptian responded by laughing this time, a hand squeezing the cat's side teasingly and sliding beneath his shirt. Panickstruck, the little cat cried out, gripping at the tan palms desperately.

"Hm. After what you did it's not fair for you to give commands, do you think?" Marik hummed, giving the cat a kiss on the cheek. He lingered, gently biting down.

Bakura's heart nearly skipped a beat, and he yelped, shying away quickly. The feeling was so foreign, close to disgusting. He didn't like Marik's new form for comfort at all, he wanted it to stop.

And while the cat was trying to avoid this new sort of affection, the Egyptian was indulging in it.

Marik smiled against the pale skin, releasing all his pent up lust and desire on the little cat, fondling and stroking him. He'd waited so long, each day more stressful and agitating than the other. The Egyptian had never thought it possible to develop certain 'needs' towards the kitten he'd gotten years ago, for purposes he couldn't remember. But it was indeed, very possible. He'd always seen him as his own needy and annoying child, but by the time his early teens had rolled around, it became much different. The cat had begun to emit a delicious musky scent, like every other young adult, and it was hypnotizing. It made Marik want him. Wanted him as much as he'd wanted to take care of him back when he was just an oblivious child, unaware of the world.

His body had changed too, only fueling the Egyptian's desire. Despite being far shorter than most of his age, Bakura had been rewarded with beautiful and clean features, ones that resembled those of angels. And he'd always been so responsive to petting and simple gestures, Marik had blamed that on his attachment towards him. But when he'd later realized he wanted Bakura in his bed because of other reasons than nightmares, he began to think that maybe there was more than just childish affection.

Somewhere along the way, he knew it was a stupid theory, Bakura had only been introduced to unconditional love, he couldn't be aware of his hidden desires. If he knew the things he'd wanted to do to him, he doubted Bakura would even think about setting a foot in his bed ever again, no matter how bad his nightmares were. At times like those, he appreciated the fact that he was still just the cat's 'Master', and nothing more.

Sometimes though, he wished he could've just acted on impulse like he currently was, instead of being such a coward. There was nothing to be afraid of, even now he was proving it, those sounds that his kitten made weren't those of the unwilling, surely. It was obvious to anyone who'd seen Bakura, that he wasn't just one to throw out, he was a 'keeper' and Marik intended to keep him. He wanted so badly to make him scream and cry, wrap his legs around him, and the sheer thought had countless times given him an excuse to leave Bakura early in the morning.

But despite of his current efforts, he couldn't help but notice the slight resistance he met when he tried to show him the cat just how much he wanted him. He knew very well that Bakura did too, but there had to be something wrong since he seemed so distraught. It couldn't be the scolding, he was used to that, so what was it?

Meanwhile the Egyptian was trying to come up with a simple conclusion, the little cat was struggling not to bite at the other's face. He felt so torn between his decisions, should he just lash out and deny whatever the older man wanted, or put up with it, and avoid further arguement. Somehow, it seemed most safe to just go along with the torment, but most tempting to throw a fit and be let go of. He wasn't sure what to decide, but he knew it had to be quick, because what Marik's intensions were, he was very determined. The cat whined hopelessly, grabbing at the other's wrists in an attempt to keep the hand from slipping up under his shirt to play with his nipples. It was so foreign, and honestly, Bakura had found them to be quite useless, up until now.

"Don't struggle so much, I don't want to drop you." Marik murmered heatedly against his neck, turning his head forcefully to kiss him full on the lips. Panicking even more by the sudden intimacy, the cat screamed, the sound muffled into the kiss. He fought momentarily with himself, wether to hit the Egyptian or not, his earlier sorrow induced tears replaced with those of fear. His nails dug into the older man's shoulders, in an attempt to make him let go, but nothing helped, Marik was dead set on kissing him. And since fighting him wasn't helping, the cat chose to ask him to stop instead, it'd be more rational.

"Mnn-Marik, stop,-I don't like it." He wheezed, his throat sore from crying.

Unfortunately, his pleads were told to deaf ears, and Marik proceeded whatever he was doing, with a passion Bakura had never seen.

"I said stop, please!" The teen repeated once more, silenced by another kiss. His eyes screwed shut and he tensed completely, his feelings conflicted into oblivion. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that Marik was the one making him sad, and not the one comforting him, and it hurt to admit.

"Shh, it's okay to be scared..." Marik murmered nonchalantly, hand running through Bakura's hair and tugging in it, all the while grinning devlishly. The Egyptian hummed, pinching a rosy nipple beyond the point of painful, rubbing down the cat's sides as compensation. He chuckled, letting the same hand slide leisurely into the teen's shorts, too close to his privates for Bakura's liking.

"N-No, not there, please Marik." Bakura begged endlessly, gripping so hard at the Egyptian's shoulders he was sure to leave marks. The fingers inched playfully towards him, making his heart beat faster than he'd ever thought it could. He briefly considered just going with the flow until-

"Yes, there." The Egyptian urged him into something he didn't want.

Clenching his fists in less than a second, Bakura barely got to think to twice before his body reacted on it's own as he elbowed the older man square in the jaw, throwing them both off balance.

Recovering as fast as possible, the little cat scrabbled to his feet, not sure where to go, but his instincts told him – Out. However, being young and naive, Bakura chose the more reasonable option. He leapt over the fuming Egyptian who clutched the side of his face and snarled obceneties at him, stepping away from him and cried, not sure why.

Bakura drew in a couple of shaky breaths, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he twitched all the way to the tip of his tail. For a single, stupid moment, the cat had somehow thought it was over, that Marik had realized he'd crossed some sort of line neither were aware of, but unfortunately it was from it.

"Hmm..." Marik moaned in slight pain as he gathered himself again, sitting up and staring at the cat. "Come over here, I'm not finished. And after that little trick you pulled, we won't be anytime soon." He puntuctated the last few words harshly, glaring at the cowering youth.

"No, I don't-" Bakura began, cut off by the sudden jerk when Marik moved forward, and he jumped back.

"Then I'll come and get you." The Egyptian seethed, slowly trying to get back on his feet, and made the cat seek distance once more. Growing desperate in his actions, Bakura reeled to think of an idea to either calm the older man, or get away from him. As soon as he noticed Marik had come back to his proper senses, he chose the more foolish option, letting the conversation die out as he bolted towards the stairs. He forced his ears to ignore the threats that the Egyptian threw at him, running as fast he could, away from Marik, but for nothing else in particular. Reaching the top of the stairs, Bakura glanced down briefly, definitely not liking the look in those purple orbs.

"Come down here Bakura, I won't say it again." Marik demanded, his voice straining to remain calm, but before he was finished, the little cat was out of sight.


Like I said-Lemon is next up!