Title: Game Master

Summary: He's done it. Finally, Bakura had done it. He had killed little Ryou, beaten to death. Now he needs a new victim, yes…Yugi would do fine…But when Bakura can't get his prize away from Yami he gets annoyed. Then he finds an ancient artifact, and with this new toy Bakura will through Yugi and Yami into a world HE has control over! YYxy and forced YxB

Warning: This contains bad language, Yaoi, rape, and possible death.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or any of its characters. (wish I did but I don't) All I own is the words of the story you are reading.

A/N: This came into my head when I was daydreaming in school….but if you don't like Yaoi (boyxboy) then leave!

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Game Master

He stood there in the dark bedroom. His eyes wide open, mouth curled into a half evil smile. He had done it. He looked down at his hands, blood dripped from them. His smirked widened as he tilted his head to taste the sweet liquid.

"My, my little one….you taste just as good when dead…" Bakura said as he licked his hand clean and wiped the blood from his lips. His gaze became colder as he stared down at Ryou's body, all limp and cold. "Pity though…thought you would last longer."

Ryou was gone. His body had old bruises all over his small body, black, blue and purple, and fresh ones on his chest, face, and arms still red. His lip was cut, his shirt torn, pants unbuttoned, and new cuts and gashes all over his limbs. His pale face was now drained of color, giving him a dull white look. His once innocent, happy chocolate brown eyes were now emptied of any emotion and trace of life. His corpse laid in a puddle of dark red blood, still fresh and warm.

Bakura growled at the body and gave him one last kick before picking it up and taking it outside to the backyard. The small apartment was surrounded by deep, thick woods, perfect for burying a dead body. So he grabbed his shovel and made his way deep with in the woods, there he dug a deep hole and threw Ryou in and covered it up. He glanced at the freshly dug up ground and shrugged, no use say anything, and walked back to his home to wash up the carpet and walls so no blood showed.

Three hours later he laid on his bed looking up at the ceiling. Now what do I take my anger out on and fuck whenever I want? He thought. Now that his weak light was gone he needed someone else. Marik was taken by Malik, even so Marik was just not what he wanted. Joey was already Kaiba's mutt….he needed someone just as pure and innocent as Ryou…..He smirked as he thought of the perfect tri-colored hair angel.

Little Yugi.

He chuckled as he thought of how pleasant it would be to here the cutie scream. All the tortures things he could do to the little angel, just one problem. His love Yami. Bakura became furious at the thought of that basterd pharaoh keeping him from his prize. He was just going to have to taking little Yugi from Yami's arms with force, but how was he to beat the king of games? He slammed his fist into the wall making a dent as he thought of how the pharaoh could stop his planes, but Bakura would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

Bakura woke early the next day, the clock chimed 7:00 as he stepped out of the shower. He got dressed and walked out the door slamming it as he left. He walked down the street until he made his way to Yugi's home. He knew his grandpa was away and Yugi and Yami were still asleep. (It was Saturday) He quickly picked the lock on the front door until is silently swung open, letting Bakura step right in.

Past the game shop and into the hall he went as silent as the grave. He darted in and out of random rooms in silence looking for his beauty. Finally in one of the last rooms he found him. Sleeping ever so peacefully on his bed. Legs and arms spread in different ways, the blanket letting one of his feet to slip out, blonde bangs in his closed eyes, and his mouth opened slightly so he could breathe in cute little huffs.

Bakura's eyes fixed on the angel as he slept, eyes lust filled and tounge begging to taste the milky flesh. He could barely control his body as to not pounce him right now and bang him into the bed, but he forced himself to keep cool. The white haired psycho then went behind the small boy and put his hand around his mouth so he couldn't talk.

At the touch Yugi's sweet violet eyes snapped open in shock and fear as he found he could not speak. Warm breath sent chills down Yugi's spin and he felt someone breath on his ear. He turned his head a bit and saw Bakura. This made his blood run cold and he started to struggle against the hand who held him. He heard a growl in his ear. "Stop your struggling….don't worry little one I won't hurt you….much." Bakura said as he nipped at his ear-lobe. This only made him struggle and thrash about even more. He tried to cry out for help, but they only came out a mumbles.

He got any idea. As hard as he could he bit down on Bakura's hand making him pull away and giving him enough time to yell out for Yami, which only got him a hard slap against his check. He fell out of his bed by the blow. "Stupid boy!" Bakura snarled.

Just as Bakura was to slap Yugi again Yami came bursting through the door with a very worried expression on him face. "Yugi!" He asked in fear as he saw his light on the floor with a large red mark on his check, but then stopped and anger took over his body as he saw a smirking Bakura standing over Yugi with an insane look in his eye. "BAKURA! Why are you here and what have you done to Yugi?" He demanded as he knelled down by the little one. Bakura just smirked more.

"Nothing yet…" He walked closer to Yami who glared daggers at the psycho. "What do you want!" Yami demanded once more. "Yugi." Bakura answered with a wolfish grin, showing his sharp canines.

Yugi sat there shocked. Frozen in fear. "W-what happened to Ryou?" He said almost not wanting to know the answer. Bakura looked down at him and his grin got wider. Yugi's eyes welled with tears and Yami growled in anger and shock.

"How could you do that to him? He was our friend! And you go and…" Yami could finish his sentence, not wanting to except the truth.

"Would have happened sooner or later….but now I need a new slave…" He reached for Yugi, Yami pushed him back. "Not even in your dream you basterd!"

Bakura chuckled. "To late for that…" Yami curled his fist. "You sick freak! Go to hell!" He swung his arm hitting Bakura square in the jaw. Bakura stumbled back and licked the mouth from the corner of his mouth. "Yummy…."

"Yugi, get behind me…" Yami said as Yugi crawled behind Yami, popping his head out to glaze at Bakura.

Bakura ran at Yami, who dodged and kicked Bakura in the stomach. Bakura only growled as he punched Yami. Yami stumbled back onto the bed. He didn't have time to get up for Bakura had him pinned to the bed. Bakura grinned as he took out his knife. Yami's eyes widened, if he died Yugi would suffer the price he couldn't let that happen. Yami rolled away from the knife but was not fast enough, the cold blade hit his shoulder. He let out a cry of pain, but ignore it and kicked Bakura off him. He then curled his good arm up and shoved Bakura to fall, right through Yugi's window.

Bakura smashed threw the glass, pieces in his back. He fell about to stories then felt him hit a bush. Luck it broke his fall. He quickly got up and growled before dashing off, his prize would have to wait.

Yami fell back onto the bed as Yugi rushed to his side. "YAMI! Oh! Your hurt! I'll go get bandages!" He was stopped by Yami pulling his sleeve. "No…Yugi are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he?" Yugi looked strait into his eyes and shook him head "no".

Yami sighed. "Thank Ra! Just as long as you okay…..but it's sad what happened to…" He felt the room get cold. "Yes….Bakura is cruel, Ryou didn't deserve that…" Yugi said as he cleaned and wrapped Yami's shoulder, but he couldn't help the tears from falling at the thought of Ryou. Yami noticed so he wiped them away with his thumb. "Don't cry now…" he said trying to calm the light. He leaned in and lightly kissed his love.

Bakura slammed his fist on the table. His back was clean of glass now, but he was not happy. He let his prize slip away by that ass King of Games! He needed to clear his head, once again he walked out of the house, into the chill night air. Maybe if he mugged someone or beat them up he would feel better…

The spirit was just walking down the dimly lit sidewalk as he thought of more ways to get the angel. Some how he found his way on the other side of town. Here it was rundown and people were begging for food while whores stood on street corners waiting for a rich, pathetic guy who couldn't get his own fuck.

He stopped then in front of a small store. "Ancient Magical Objects From Around the World" the old sign read. The windows were covered in a thick layer of dust, as there were no lights on, but there was a sign that said "open" so to waste time Bakura walked in.