Hey y'all! It's Aurora here. This is a revision of my story, brimstone Scars. I have the one for Amber up, but that's a Puzzleshipping version of this. So, I thought this might be good to just have something to do and spur on the creativity of sorts. Hehes

I hope you all enjoy. Please remember to favorite, follow, etc. along with leaving some nice reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters.

Pairings: Tender and Caste. Any others will be implied and/or added like usual.

Incisor

Chapter 1: Pierce

During a dark evening with the moonlight shining in silvery rivulets brightens some patches except it never reaches that far into the shadows. There are always a few it can't pierce through. Although it casts illumination upon most things. It lights the way for a young man with long luxurious white hair and almond brown eyes. Walking down the street, he has had a rough night at where he works. Being on his way back to his apartment, he hopes it isn't going to be too difficult to return without getting messed up in anything terrible. The feeling that's easier said than done has him silently sigh to himself when that fact came to mind. Knowing that he needs to be careful whether he wants to or not because there can be anything out at this hour. The echo of his footsteps are quiet around the area. Very few are capable to hear it, but he somehow caught the attention of a particular individual.

Ryou flicks his eyes around, letting out a sigh of relief when he notices nothing threatening nearby. At least that's what he thought, not noticing that a shadow is moving towards him. Unable to see the swiftness of it until it's too late, he elicits a small squeak when he feels strong arms grab him from behind. The owner of them haul him into an alleyway. He's not able to see who takes him here, glimpsing the slight hint of spiky blonde hair. He almost makes the move to scream, but a tanned hand over his mouth silences him. Trying to bite the hand only earns him a harsh slap. This makes him stop fighting, knowing that he can't get away from this person. Thinking that his attacker seems familiar, he's not sure why he's getting the strong feeling he knows this man. He just can't remember right now with terror having a fierce grip on his heart; paralyzing him where he stands.

Feeling the man tilt his head back slightly exposes the pure flesh of his throat, having the man lick his lips when seeing this. He knows that he will have a delicious meal tonight. Sweeping his tongue over the area where he wants to do it has his venom sting Ryou's neck. Crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure when his fangs sink into the sinew, Ryou shudders in terror when hearing the male begin to drink from him. While this goes on, he begins to feel woozy, wondering how much is being taken. Well it's enough for him to start getting lightheaded, starting to taste some of the man's blood entering his mouth when he bites his own wrist. Being forced to swallow, he has no choice although he's a little afraid of what might happen because of this encounter. Beginning to see dark spots dance across his field of vision, he doesn't know how much longer he can hold out for.

The man moves away for a few moments, allowing Ryou to catch his breath. Though that isn't much time due to shortly after being grabbed by the scruff of his neck. He's taken to an warehouse. Struck with confusion at first as to why he's brought here has him doubt he'll receive an answer anytime soon. Chaining him to the wall before the man left, Ryou swears that he can hear something his captor mutter about waiting for him to change. Wondering if his yami knows that he's been gone longer than he planned to, Ryou hopes that his notices noticed, and comes to his rescue. Somehow it's not that likely that he's going to be met with salvation. Given no choice except to stay where he is has the chains not allowing him to move around much with how tightly they are secured on his body. There's a burning sensation tearing through him that's slowly yet surely going to reach his heart at any given point. Hopefully Bakura isn't going to take too long to arrive here before it's too late.

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Currently, Bakura is snoozing underneath a tree within the nearby forest. Its dark leaves hanging off the long branches give him coverage when he deems it necessary. It's peaceful except he can't help having a bad feeling sprouting in the pit of his stomach. Opening his eyes slightly when hearing someone sit down beside him, he looks over to see platinum blonde hair and lavender eyes. Noticing the tan skin of the man to figure out who it is has him wondering why Marik is here instead of his hikari. Causing his suspicions to grow stronger, he comes to the conclusion that Ryou is late coming back. Initially he thought it's strange that only Malik's hikari is here instead of the assassin. Something doesn't feel right, narrowing his ruby pools ever so slightly as he's feeling temptation cross his mind to throttle the blonde in order to get some answers out of him. Retracting that thought, he knows if he tries that it will end in gaining nothing.

"Hey, 'Kura," he says with a grin plastering on his lips as he turns to face the silver haired man.

"What do you want?" Bakura snarls in response. "Do you know why Ryou is late?"

"There's no need to be so pissed off at me," Marik teases him. "No, I'm not sure. I haven't seen Malik around either."

Sighing before he responds with, "That's strange. Maybe he went off somewhere."

"Do you think something's wrong here? Or is it just me who thinks so?" Asks Marik with a brow raising at the other male.

"Nope, it isn't you," he mutters, not happy about this in the slightest. "I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to worry about that brat. I know that I shouldn't have let him stay out this late."

"It probably would have been better to lock him up somewhere. You know how he's obsessed with him," the blonde points out with a sigh as he wishes that the psycho is that way towards him.

"He'll notice you sooner or later, Marik. If he doesn't anytime in the near future then I'll kick some sense into him," promises Bakura with a light chuckle.

"Thanks," the blonde says with a slight hint of a smile curving his lips. "Do you have an idea where he might be?"

"Where who might be? Malik or Ryou?" Asks Bakura with his brows furrowing in agitation. "I can't sense my little pet meaning he probably is somewhere underground. Your yami is right behind you."

Marik jerks as he flinches by the sudden pair of arms that wrap around him, not expecting that. Glancing up sheepishly to be met with darker lilac eyes, Malik pulls him onto his lap where he feels a heat rush to his cheeks to coat them from this action. It causes him to wonder what has him in such a mood. Having never been this way towards him before, he can see a smirk forming on Malik's lips. That only spells trouble for anyone and everyone. It also causes a shiver to run down his spine, wondering what his shadow must be thinking right now. Hearing the smack of Malik's tongue licking his lips in anticipation only causes another shiver to rack his body. He doesn't know why Malik has such a strong effect on him. It's something he can't help and knows that's what Malik sometimes takes advantage of.

"It seems he's rather excited tonight," notes Bakura dryly, not impressed by Malik's sudden appearance here.

"Oh shut it, mutt," growls out Malik with a light glare to show he's being playful.

"Whatever you say, batshit," retorts the shifter in retaliation.

"How did you know that?" He asks innocently.

"I know because we are both halves of darkness," he answers simply as if it's common sense. "How dare you call me a mutt?! Is that the best you can come up with?"

"Not right now. I have a special person that needs to be attended to soon. He's suffering the change," answers the blonde with a smirk. "Oh wait, weren't you missing someone? Is his name Ryou by any chance?"

"Yes….have you done something to him?" Asks Bakura through gritted teeth. "If you have harmed him then I won't be afraid to tear you apart limb by limb until there's nothing left of you."

"Oh, aside from changing him?" Asks Malik teasingly. "I'm surprised you haven't taken a bite out of Marik yet while he's pining for me. Isn't that just adorable?"

"Your condescendence towards him amazes me to no end," remarks Bakura sarcastically.

"Oh really? I can always leave him here... Let's say I swapped for something better," responds Malik casually before shoving the blonde over to the silver haired man who's curling his lip in a snarl. "Now, now, none of that. You get something and I get something. It will aid us both in our high positions."

"I don't believe you," he spits angrily as he helps Marik to sit in his lap instead while he verbally fights with the man that he knows has kidnapped the one he wants to bite to make him his mate for a very long time.

"Oh? Do you need proof?" Malik inquires with a dangerous glint in his eyes before revealing a picture of the state he left the poor young man in through a scrying orb. "Is that enough for you? Or do you need something more than this?"

Bakura feels a growl rip through the back of his throat. His eyes glint a primal gold for a second before returning to normal. This isn't the right time nor place for him to shift. Having a little trouble keeping his temper from getting the better of him, he elicits a deep breath as he tries to calm down. That's easier said than done sometimes depending on the situation. Seeing what Malik provides him makes him unable to erase it from his mind now. He hopes that nothing else will happen to Ryou yet, needing to hope since he has nothing else he can do. Narrowing his eyes ever so slightly when noticing the smirk on Malik's lips widening, he feels tempted to wipe it off his face except he knows that if he does then it may be worse for his hikari later. That's one of the few things he can't afford.

"That's enough," he growls out, having trouble keeping a leash on his growing rage. "You made your point clear enough."

"Are you sure?" Asks the blonde with sarcasm dripping off of every word he speaks. "I have more to show you."

"What do you mean?" Asks the shifter cautiously as he isn't sure what else the blonde has to reveal to him. "You already proved your point. There's no need to exacerbate it. Otherwise your hold weakens in what effect you're trying to have over me."

He shrugs, "I can take you to where I'm holding him now, but what fun is it if I do that, hmm? It'll be a lot more amusing if you try finding a needle in a haystack."

"Fuck you," snarls out Bakura angrily before he pounces on him which has them tossing and turning on the ground.

"Get the hell off you mutt!" Malik hisses out as he tries to either get on top or away from the enraged shifter.

"Never," growls Bakura as he tries to keep the blonde underneath while they tussle on the leave strewn ground.

Malik has a flash of crimson within his eyes. He's not afraid of letting his rage overtake him, holding a small smirk on his lips at knowing this fact. He's also rougher and more erratic with his movements. One of the few things he doesn't like is to hold back; especially when it's with this particular man. The temptation crosses his mind to do anything in order to rile him up. It brought amusement to him that he can make such emotions erupt in a person. They continue tussling for quite some time. Though Marik's just an innocent bystander even though Bakura has his suspicions, he knows that the lighter blonde is someone who isn't going to pull any sort of thing unlike his darker counterpart. Being left unattended may have been a mistake except the two are too busy roughhousing to notice. Malik slides on top of Bakura who shoves him off again. They have been at this for more than a few minutes already.

"Are you two going to finish anytime soon?" Marik pipes up with slight annoyance.

"Most likely not," Malik spits out while he has been thrown aside for the other male to stand up on his feet.

"Or perhaps now," says Bakura harshly, not one to easily cease until the battle has been won. "I'm done with this petty squabble. I'm wasting time to when I can be looking for Ryou."

"It's too bad you aren't going to be able to find him in time," chuckles Malik before he vanishes into the shadows.

"Damn him," mutters Bakura under his breath, glancing over to Marik since he's still nearby.

"What?" Marik asks in confusion with the look he's being given. "I don't know where he went off to if that's what you're trying to ask me with that stare of yours."

"Are you sure?" Bakura counters, quirking a brow in his direction. "I think that you'd know."

"Unfortunately, nope I have no idea," admits Marik with an apologetic expression.

"Well fuck my life. I have no idea what warehouse he's in. There are so many in this damned place," he sighs in frustration, figuring that he probably needs to start his search.

"Wait, let me help," pleads Marik, going to stand behind the silver haired thief that can easily take him out if necessary.

"Why should I?" Challenges Bakura bluntly with no emotion in his voice nor expression that holds such contempt that's thick enough for even the blonde to take a few steps back.

"I-I can probably help track him down if you want to find Malik," he says while trying to hide the slight stutter while he spoke.

Turning on his heel quickly, he has the blonde in a pinned position. It doesn't take much with his agility. His cold ruby pools stare into those lavender pupils. He knows that Marik's trying to hide the inkling of fear he holds towards him. Holding him there for what seems like more than a few minutes, he's not going to let him go anytime soon. There's an uncomfortable silence between them. The sounds that can be heard are the normal ones anyone can hear in a forest, and the two men's breathing. There isn't much Marik can do against him, letting out a small whimper when the sharp pain emerges from canines piercing his flesh. Gazing up at him with wide eyes, he's aware of what Bakura is although he never thought that he might get bitten. Unsure how he is going to be able to handle this, he supposes that he must until the other male retrieves what rightfully belongs to him.

"W-Why did you do that?" Gasps out Marik after that's over with. "I-I'm not much use to you."

"No, but you will be a nice bargaining chip to use against him," says Bakura with a fiendish smirk before he grabs the tanned man's arm roughly to bring him to his feet while he stands up as well.

"What?!" Exclaims Marik in shock when hearing this.

"You heard me," replies Bakura nonchalantly as if this almost happens every day more or less. "Now come along. We have work to do. I'm not letting you go until I have Ryou back. If he even tries to come for you then I'm sure I can take him down."

"You know he will considering I'm his hikari," the tomb keeper points out.

"Yes, but still that doesn't change anything," says the other male before starting to walk away, glancing back once when he notices that the blonde isn't coming. "Well? Do I have to drag you with me? I hope not because that'll be more of a hassle than I'd prefer. I think you're more capable of walking on your own instead of being carried like a pup."

"Hey! I take offense to that!" Yells Marik in protest, trotting over to catch up with Bakura for them to begin looking for the correct location that the assassin is holding the white haired man captive within.

Malik, what have you done? I hope you haven't dug yourself a deeper grave than you already have with messing with Bakura.

Oks, there y'all go for the first chappie of this. I tried revising this once before, but I couldn't do it thoroughly enough. I have more time on my hands to do it properly now hopefully. I mean I do have other fanfics and my books to work on. So, I'm not short out of work in the slightest. Hehes

I hope you all enjoyed what happened this time. The next chappie will be out shortly whenever it's finished being written up. Hopefully that won't be too long of a wait for it. Until then, please remember to review, darlings!