Warning: Slight lemon-ish and long-winded verbosity, which led to the lack of lemon intended for this chapter. Sorry~! *Epic fail*
May contains errors and typos, which will be corrected when I am less zombiefied.
Enjoy the chapter~.
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Malik flipped onto his stomach and rested his chin in a cupped hand. Thus he remained, whilst scrutinising Atem with intense hostility, his lips pulled into a pout. "I really don't understand what's so special about him, Bakura?" he griped sulkily. "And why should I 'wash' you so you could fuck him?"
Bakura rolled his eyes and huffed his annoyance. As always, Malik's jealousy made him unbearably insolent, he was always prickly and competitive when it came to his captives; his latest acquisition obviously fared no better. "Well, I don't want to play with him, with your scent all over me," he snapped. "So you either do as I say or I'll find a replacement for you!" He nudged the smaller man with his foot again.
Grumbling under his breath, Malik rolled over and got up, his movements agile and graceful. Being ordered to carry out such menial task for the benefit of another irked him—he never got that treatment before—so why him? Truth be told, the tethered youth was beautiful and it was easy to see why Bakura was taken in by him, but still...
Emptying some water into a copper basin from an earthen jug, Malik threw in a small cloth and immersed his hand into the water, swirling the cloth around in a peevish manner.
A frown marred his face.
"Hurry up, Malik!" the voice was rudely directed at him and he stiffened. Bakura's impatience caused his ire to rise and his frown to deepen. He picked up the cloth and angrily wrung it out, wishing wholeheartedly, it were the neck of that hateful boy. The pout protruded further as he turned towards his master.
Lord Bakura, the infamous King of Thieves, was stretched out lazily across the bed, one hand still under his head, and the other held a beaker of wine. Sipping the beverage delicately, his steadfast gaze was completely absorbed on his prize.
Malik suppressed the snarl that rose in his throat, he dared not upset the Thief King or he'd be told to leave, he certainly wouldn't want that to happen. No, he wouldn't want to miss the fun of watching his lord toy with his new plaything. It would be amusing to watch Bakura break the child, the latter's tears would salve his bruised and trodden ego. What he wouldn't give to see those brazen eyes downcast and swollen from grief.
Malik smiled to himself.
Passing the cloth over the sweaty body, Malik wiped vigorously, enjoying the feel of toned muscles beneath the thin piece of linen. It was apparent Bakura was appreciating the effects of his ministrations, especially around the groin. The spent member hardened slightly when he ran the damp fabric over it; such reaction prompted Malik to wrap the cloth around the appendage and drag downwards.
Bakura arched with pleasure the action induced and he pulled the offender in for a long ardent kiss. It tastes of wine, Malik thought distractedly as he wound his arms around the other's neck, his task forgotten. He was already turned on and set for another round. Unfortunately for him, his lover had other plans.
Bakura pried off the attached male, ignoring the disappointed groan, which followed. He, too, was erected, but he chose to ignore it. If he was going to be fucking anyone soon, it was going to be that boy with the impertinent gaze. His vision strayed to the boy once more and, again, their eyes locked. Bakura shivered excitedly at the way he was staring at him, his mind recalling the first time he had been noticed; it was during the chase, when he turned around and looked at him. The feeling was indescribable; to have those crimson spheres focused intently on him through the excitement of the pursuit was exhilarating. Captivated, it added to the thrill...until that nobody broke the trance.
Even now, the thought of how easily the boy obeyed his companion angered him. Unbeknownst to his two victims, the thoughts evoked the dark and cruel side of him to emerge. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he had crushed the annoying pest and devoured the youth completely. The boy was his!
Malik watched Bakura closely and saw his expression darken; the slight curl of the thin lips, he noticed, revealed his silent anger and his own lips twitched at the corners. He may get his wish after all, he thought gleefully.
Sitting up, Bakura handed his beaker to Malik and swung himself off the bed. All the while he watched the boy, pleased when he detected a gleam of fear in those vivid eyes. Fleeting as it was, it was enough to expose the other's anxiety. If he felt fear then he'd be easy to exploit. Retrieving his wine he took another sip, swirling the fruity nectar in his mouth as he slowly made his way towards his prey. The assuredness in his stride and the cocksure grin he wore made him fearfully predatory.
Wide-eyed with panic, Atem pulled on his restraints. His reaction spoke volumes of his apprehension and Bakura felt something inside him stir. There was something strangely erotic about the boy's fear, he could see it written on his face, he could smell it permeating the air around him and he could feel it roll off that slender body in waves...
All he wanted, now, was to taste it.
The thought excited him and his cock stood proudly erect as he sauntered on, appreciating the impact he was having on his captive. He took his time, savouring the effects.
When he reached him, he placed his wine on the floor and sat down on the edge of bedding. Atem paled visibly under the honey-hued skin.
"What shall I do with you, now that I have you in my possession?" Bakura murmured, addressing himself than to the struggling youth beside him.
"Let me go, you scoundrel," Atem demanded, trying to mask his dread with reckless haughtiness. "And release Mahado!"
Bakura laughed and placed a hand on an ashen cheek; he felt the boy flinch beneath it. "Ah, so you remembered our kiss, Princess," he drawled; observing the boy closely as his hand glided from the face and down the scantily dressed body until it encountered soft skin, the exposed thighs were exquisite to touch and it tantalised him. Calloused fingers lightly caressed the bare flesh in long teasing sweeps, trailing from the knee to the fleshy mounds of the rounded buttocks. It took all of Bakura's self control not to take the boy there and then, the need to savour his prize slowly prevented him from succumbing to the mounting temptation. His body was taut with unspent tension, his need for release was great; but experience had taught him the virtue of patience. Whether it was for a hunt or a raid, forbearance was the key to getting what he wanted; he knew he would be duly rewarded if he persevered a little longer.
Bakura inwardly sighed; the enchanting creature was hard to ignore. The furious glare that was thrown his way had a pronounced effect on his cock and it made him restless. Leaning forward, he rested a hand on either side of Atem's head so his body loomed over the smaller one, a teasing smirk hovering on his lips.
Unfazed by the intimidating stance, Atem glared back. "All I remember was how much I loathed you when you hurt my friend, the act was unforgivable," he retorted. "And as for the 'kiss', to me it was more of a violation, an act of abuse on your part!"
Bakura laughed aloud and a snicker from the bed echoed it. Without warning, the hand that was gentle only moments ago shot up and grabbed the buttocks, fingers pressed into the taut cheek as nails dug hard into the flesh. Atem cried out in pain.
"This is an act of abuse, my Princess" he sneered, "You are too naïve if you think a stolen kiss could be defined as one. I would gladly give you a demonstration on what 'violation' really entail, if you so desire it." His grip on the rear tightened, a finger idly rubbing the parting between the cheeks—specifically, around a puckered opening. Then he pressed the digit into the loincloth, pushing the garment into the dent.
"NO!" cried Atem, trying to pull away. Being threatened in such a way bought back memories of his assault three years ago and it scared him. Panic seized him and he began to thrash about violently, his alarm-filled hysteria enabled him to break free from his captor's grasp and land a heel on the naked chest in front of him. It earned a withering glare from the thief and a loud guffaw from Malik.
Bakura uttered a curse as he fought to regain control of the body beneath him. Deft hands grabbed the flailing legs, one by the ankle, and the other by the calf forcing the youth to calm down. Bewildered, Bakura stared down at his captive who was panting heavily through parted lips; the small face was flushed from the exertion, his eyes enormous from fear. With a groan, Bakura surrendered to the lure and crushed his lips onto Atem's...
Atem bit him.
Pulling back, he stared at the bristling male, whilst wiping his mouth with the back of his hand; he heard Malik in the back hiss with rage and he put up a hand to prevent the blond from springing to his defence. Without a word, he retaliated by biting on the slender neck.
Atem froze momentarily as nausea filled him. Wet kisses, foul breath of another time blurred with that of the present. Silent screams began to fill his head for someone to save him—someone he loved—someone who promised to protect him always. A name was pulled from his lips...
"Mahado!"
The entreaty had a powerful effect, a faint moan was heard and the unconscious figure stirred.
Three pairs of eyes steered towards the waking man.
"Mahado!" Atem cried out in astonishment, his relief on seeing his friend regain consciousness made him temporarily forget his own precarious predicament.
"A...tem," a voice thick with disuse tried to speak the revered name; it was a response to Atem's voice as opposed to seeing him.
Mahado grappled to surface from the shadowy depths of oblivion, his mind was still numb from the pain, which clung to it. He shook head as if to physically dispel it of confusion and then opened his eyes. What he saw provoked him to summon his ka without a moment's hesitation.
"Guardian Spirit—"
"Gag him!" barked Bakura, watching with satisfaction as Malik immediately jumped off the bed and stuffed the damp cloth into the pest's mouth.
Mahado scowled at Bakura with muted hatred, whilst Bakura stared back, clearly amused with the turn of events.
"So, it seems you haven't mastered the art of 'mind summoning' your Ka yet?" A scornful laugh accompanied the revelation; it pleased Bakura to see the vehemence increase with the words. It meant his assumptions were correct. "As you can see, summoning your Ka solely through voice command has its disadvantages. How are you going to save your precious young master now without the use of your voice and all trussed up?"
Brown eyes, turned towards the aforementioned. Guilt and remorse assailed the retainer; the pain was openly reflected in his eyes when it fleetingly met crimson. His defeat was deplorable, his failure to protect Atem was unforgivable—it was a disgrace.
Ashamed, he looked away.
Atem sensing the other's dejection called out to him, "Mahado, please do not blame yourself," he implored earnestly. "I know you did your best to protect me; it was my stubbornness that got the both of us caught. I should have listened to you, I should have fled, but I could not bear the thought of abandoning you to your death, so please forgive me, my friend."
Eyes reverted back to the reclined figure on the cot and the gaze softened. With a slight nod of his head, Mahado informed his charge he understood what was being relayed. They were a pair. As long as they have each other, they could endure whatever fate threw at them. Together, they will ride out the storm. It was a promise.
Atem responded with a tender smile.
Small as the gesture was between master and servant, it spoke volumes of their closeness and familiarity. Bakura watched the silent exchange with displeasure, whilst simmering with an unidentifiable emotion. It was akin to that burning sensation experienced during the chase and ever present when thoughts of that pest were evoked, it seared him with its scalding properties, inciting him to lash out.
Malik watched with growing fascination. He could see the tempest slowly gathering in his lord, the darkness he harboured in abundance began to shift its way to the forefront, enveloping him with a menacing aura. The small male shivered with eager anticipation, his elation blighted only by one undeniable fact. Lips curled with disdain, as the truth manifested itself from the former's reaction. The nameless emotion, which baffled Bakura so, was, much to Malik's chagrin, very recognisable.
The King of Thieves was jealous.
True to Malik's prediction, Bakura's maliciousness surfaced. "A touching reunion indeed," mocked the irate man, the hand that had slackened its hold on the Atem's rear tightened around the flesh once more. The reinforced grip caused the latter to jolt and cry out. "How do you suggest we celebrate this special moment, Princess? Shall we consummate this special occasion by my fucking you in front of him?"
Atem tried to kick out. "Over my dead body," he spat venomously.
"Tsk, how noble, but that wouldn't benefit me at all, now would it? After all the trouble I went through to obtain you, what fun would that be?" the thief replied. "No, I want your full cooperation in this matter, I want to hear your moans as I fuck you, I want you to return my caresses as I consume you and I want you to beg me for more!"
Atem's eyes widened to the vulgar preposterousness of those demands. It pleased Bakura to see that reaction.
"You're a lot of trouble, Princess," he admitted, "but that's what makes you different. You wouldn't be worth having if cowered like the rest of them with their pitiful tears and noisy snivelling. No, it is your feisty attitude that turns me on. Oh, how I look forward to breaking you, to taming you and to moulding you. You will be mine, for I will have you no matter what—even if it means I have to use him as leverage for your subservience! You cannot escape the fate I have intended for you, in the same way, he cannot escape his."
Atem gasped at the audacity of the confession, through the corner of his eye he could see Mahado frantically shaking his head, his protests muffled through the obstruction in his mouth.
"You are sorely mistaken if you believe you can have it your way!" Atem fumed. "You've taken everything I hold dear and you expect me to tend to your ridiculous whims—to obey you? I would rather die first!"
Nonchalantly, Bakura shrugged his shoulders. "It seems you do not understand what I am saying to you," Bakura replied, heaving an exaggerated sigh. "So let me rephrase it." Pointing at Mahado, he declared brusquely, "His fate will be in your hands, I will not take your life or his—that would be too considerate of me. Instead, your cooperation will determine whether I have him at the mercy of my men, allowing them to do whatever they see fit, whilst you watch—or you can chose to keep him safe by yielding to me...willingly."
Atem remained speechless, suspicion etched clearly on his face as he digested the request.
Stifled objections were heard from the threatened male; it called out for Atem's attention. Successfully, the latter spontaneously turned his head and sought out the bound male.
Atem's heart plummeted when he saw Mahado pleading with his eyes; it begged him not to surrender to the unscrupulous demands that were asked of him. Such concern made his heart ache; it pained the youth to oppose him, but circumstances dictated otherwise. Atem knew Mahado would readily suffer the torture the thief threaten to bestow on him, just as Bakura knew he would do anything to prevent it from happening. The devious thief had backed him neatly into a corner with no way of escaping. The ploy was used to ensure his compliance; the choice was a ruse to force him to agree to it. Upon reflection, if it were in his power to protect Mahado then he would not hesitate to do so.
With his mind made up, Atem smiled at the one person he loved above all others.
Bakura grabbed Atem by the jaw and steered the small face towards his. Crimson defiance stared boldly back at him and it excited the thief.
"So, what do you propose, Princess?" he asked with feigned curiosity. "Will it be you or him? Though, bear in mind, with him, I will not be gentle."
Pain, anger and hatred flashed across Atem's face and Bakura observed it with acute interest, a smile spread slowly across his face as the fierce glare intensified. He knew the answered even before it was uttered by the youth.
"Please take me, Lord Bakura," Atem replied with mock meekness, his expression defied the humbleness exhibited in his words.
Bakura's smile widened...
~TBC~
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A/N: First of all, my apologies for ending with the preview from the last chapter. It was a long chapter hence I didn't want to drag it more than necessary. I hope you were not too disappointed with the results here. I will leave the smutty goodness for the up-coming chappy, I promise.
Secondly, my thanks to: Yunastevens, Mel, Ayaseth, CandyassGoth, ilovemanicures, A big fan of you, and Hithere~! Your thoughts, however long or short, kept me inspired and guilty for not updating sooner. I am truly grateful for your encouragements and I hope you will all continue to support me with your kind words. Know it is your awesomeness, which makes sharing that much sweeter~~~. I look forward to your wonderful thoughts again.
Finally, here's the preview for the next chapter:
The thief noticed Atem's look of yearning directed at Mahado and it irked him. Straightening out the strip of fabric that was used as his captive's bindings, he placed it over the fiery orbs that teased and excited him so. A cry of surprise escaped from Atem's lips, as his sight and the image of Mahado were lost to him. His hand reached up to the remove the covering, only for it to be caught in a bruising grip.
"Don't touch it!" Bakura ordered, his cold attitude revealed much of his displeasure. "I can't have you looking at another whilst I am fucking you, now can I?"
