A/N: Merry Christmas. / Happy New Year. It's my gift for the people who actually read it. Or shit like that. Finally done with this. Enjoy the yaoi. :D It's my first time writing about it so don't kill me. ...Please? Oh, and forgive me. I have no beta. Don't worry, Bakura gets saner with each chapter. I think. Or he could be sane later... Much, much later~ Ja ne~

Ahem, ahem. OOC-NESS. Ooh. And semi-rape. Or shit like that. ^^ Well, here goes.

Songs I listened to while making this chapter is~ Paparazzi – Lady Gaga / Bad Romance – Lady Gaga / Erotica - Madonna

To avoid any confusion, 'Kura' is the nickname Mariku gave Bakura over there *points* before well, the first chapter. :P

Vocabulary

Check the second chapter. I don't feel like typing it here. Except for this word.

Yameru/Yamete - Stop

Sweet, sweet scepticism... where shall you bring us to today~?


Love? It's such a silly concept. Why should he speak of such things? This was only lust-

What? Wait a minute... why is he shivering?

"So... Maybe you were just like me? You-ah, said so yourself... What did you call it?... Special. Yes... that's it..." He's panting? Why is he panting? Special... yes... we were special, different from Pharaoh, him and his stupid 'friends'.

You never believed me at first. You thought I was lying. You thought I just wanted to hurt you. And you were right. I did want to hurt you. But you are similar to me. That, I do not doubt.

And...

We were special. It's good I know how to play with words isn't it? After all, it was one of the ways I lured you into my web.

"I said I was... a being of hatred... ah...yes... but... you, you came along... then you made me feel everything... from sadness, to happiness to love... yes, even that..." Wait, wait, WAIT.

Love?

Is he...? I cocked my head to the side, looking at what he was d- OH HOLY SHIT.

He was jacking off. ...I wonder why I didn't realize that sooner while he was naked. Oh well.

He lay down on his bed. "Kura... Kura... Kura... Why do you always do this to me...? Ah..." That has got to be the most arousing scene I have ever seen in my whole life. Which is probably why my jeans are really tight right now...

"But... if I were to speak to you... to... ha-ha, actually tell you how I felt..." Nani?

"I would probably say... that I HATE YOU!" He flung the picture frame to the wall, making it break into a million tiny pieces, while the wall received another dent. So this is why he always buys picture frames.

I wonder if I could rape him. But that wouldn't be any fun.

He crawled to the picture on all fours, and started mumbling to himself. It's a good thing I can hear him. Well, partially anyway. "But that wouldn't make you go away would it?... You would just keep pestering me, like you always do... what is it in me that interests you so much? Why me?"

Because you are so much like me.

"A being of hatred. A shadow of someone who threw me away... why me?"

Why?

Why ask?

You only have to want me... and only me.

You are the most fun I ever had in ages.

What more could I ask for?

...Besides I've... lived long enough to say that... there is no love at all. "Haah... Bakura... And the worst thing is... You even torment me as I sleep. You over me... controlling me. Why is that so when I had loved to be in control so much?"

Ah. So here the masochist takes the stage? I wonder if he acts as good as Mariku does.

Then you climbed back on his bed and started to finish up.

Just then, I burst into the room and pounced on you. You were in shock and your mouth was wide open... so I took advantage of that. I grabbed your chin and shoved my tongue between your lips.

It took you at least five seconds, to realize that I was kissing you.

"Mmph?!" You tried to shove me away as my hands started to roam freely on your torso. I ignored you and proceeded to rip my clothes off as inhumanely possible.

I parted our lips, a slight smirk gracing my features as I saw your flushed face and heard you pant. The trail of drool connecting our lips was almost as erotic as you were.

Too bad I was only talking about your body.

Using my right hand, I raked my nails down your chest languidly tracing circles around both it and your stomach, distracting you from my left hand which was moving closer and closer to your cock.

Then you being you of course, proceeded to try, oh yes, try to get me off you. And fail, of course.

"Ba-kura!" You managed to breathe out. "Get your fucking lecher hands off me!"

I pulled my hands away and whispered near your ear. "Fine..." But you still couldn't move because my body was pinning yours down. "You fucking...! Uh!" You groaned as I ground our hips together, relishing the sounds you were making.

"I'm fucking what now?" I asked you with a smile.

"Basta-" That was all you managed to say before you groaned again, when my hands wrapped right around your dick.

"And here I thought you loved me... You sick little fuck." I grabbed your hair hard enough to make someone like you scream, but all you did was gasp.

"Because in the end, you will figure out all you ever want is this pleasure..." I stroked your half-hard erection, listening for any of the sounds you would make.

All I got was your fist connecting with my face.

"Fuck that hurts!" I remembered I hadn't gotten anything to pin your arms down. Well it doesn't matter any more. "You actually have the guts to disagree with my logic?" I asked you, not waiting for a reply.

I lowered my head to your hard-on, my fingers still playing with it. Pre-cum was leaking out from it. You tried, with the little strength you had left, to kick me. Not working.

I licked the tip, liking the reaction I got from you. A groan and grabbing of sheets. "Stop it, Bakura..."

I frowned. You were covering your face. It wouldn't do if I couldn't see your pretty face.

I pinned your arms down to see a single tear slide down your cheek. "Why are you crying, Mariku-chan?" I licked your tears away as more started to flow down your face. It was too pretty to see it in tears...

"You want it don't you?" I asked again. You shook your head.

"Mariku-chan, it's not nice to lie..." I murmured. "Especially not, ...to me. Because I want it... how can you not?" I smiled this time. You had that fear-stricken look on your face.

But lust was still there on your features. How wonderful... for me. I grabbed two pairs of handcuffs from my pocket, which I had stolen from a police officer who tried to arrest me. I took the other one from a criminal who was sitting in the police car. Killed them both.

You of course, had dragged your arms to your face again, covering it. "Mariku. Show me your face. Mariku-chan..." I hissed as I used my nails to dig in to the flesh in your inner thighs, drawing blood out.

"N-no. This can't be happening..." I can't decide. Are you naïve or stupid? Naïve, definitely. If you were stupid... I wouldn't play this game for so long.

I pulled your hands away then slammed our lips together, and proceeded to chain your two stubborn hands to the bedposts.

You started to struggle against me because I wasn't giving you enough air. I pulled away, wondering what your reaction would be.

Then I saw you pant again. You always were like this... Why don't you notice the handcuffs? Well, I guess I'll continue playing first.

You didn't notice until I started to nibble and suck at the skin on your neck... but when you tried to push me away, well... I guess you noticed you couldn't move your arms.

Perhaps that was the time you realized you were completely trapped.

No one could save you from what was about to happen, not even yourself.

"You bastard..." Was what you managed to say before I lowered my head to take your whole length into my mouth. It twitched as I forced it down deeper into my throat.

"Stop... Bakur-" Then you moaned while I started to get pissed. Why do you keep on resisting? We both knew you wanted it... I wanted it, and that was pretty much all that mattered... right?

I completely lost it when you said these few words.

"I love you, Kura... but I don't want it, not like this..." I immediately stopped all my ministrations, and pulled your hair so I could stare into your eyes.

They were pretty... prettier than mine could ever be... yours had always been a pretty colour of purple...

And everyone could see them.

And I hated the fact that anyone aside from me could see them, fearing, lusting, crying...

Because they were mine... So I gripped your hair in my left hand harder, and caressed your face with my right while mumbling almost incoherently, to make sure you would listen. "So, let me get this straight... you love me."

Your face was not without shame when I saw it. You weren't replying. I then started to hiss. "Answer me, fool! Or have you lost what little is left of your pride?" Maybe I shouldn't have smiled so sardonically...

A mumbled 'Yes' and eyes looking elsewhere came out as a response.

"But, Mariku-chan, did you ever think I cared? Think I would love you back? Did you? Did you?"

Well, then it's time to do the second best thing to being a stuck-up bastard.

Lie.

"Because I do, I do, I do, I do!" I started to giggle madly. Almost as if I wanted to kill someone again. Except this time, I just wanted to mess with you. You almost looked surprised! Or were you really?

Well, if it makes the game more fun, why not?

"You lie." Nani? Your face... hey... you're trying to stop crying! That's terrific! You couldn't just cry if I didn't make you cry. Yes... But you're right. I am lying. I was right! You were just naïve!

Naïve! Not stupid! You, once again, proved me right. And you wondered why the game we play has high stakes? And why I keep playing! Simple! It's you, and me, pitted against each other... Who will fall first?

"Mariku-chan." I said, with a straight face, to make the lie seem more convincing. "I. Never. Lie." I also tightened the grip I had on his hair, as if I wanted to pull it from its roots.

"Yes you-"

"Shut up!" I slapped him as I laughed hysterically, tears rolling down my cheeks. I pretended to be sad, but I was practically in a state of euphoria right now.

"You know nothing, do you? I do care. I care that you love me. Do you want to know why, Mariku? It's because I don't love you."

I wasn't finished but it seemed like I had torn your paper heart in two. I wonder if I could rip it into a few thousand pieces?

I leaned as close as I could so I could whisper into your ear. "I only lust for you. Nothing more, nothing less. So would you still love me?" I felt your body slump into the bed, and tremble... I leant back to observe once again, your reaction.

"YOU SICK SCHEMING BASTARD! YOU FUCKING PLANNED THIS DIDN'T YOU?!"

Oh yes. I remember the third reason why I was attached was that you were smart. Well, clever actually. Same thing really.

"Mariku, are you sure you I planned it? Are you? Even if I told you, you wouldn't know if I was telling the truth or not, would you? So you think I would even try to weave a plan this intricate just to make you fall for me?" No response.

"Well, then don't flatter yourself." Your eyes still met my gaze. And there was no hatred in them.

There was no hatred.

This... wasn't how the game was supposed to play out. "You can hate, me, if you want to." My voice was almost a whisper.

"...I could never hate you." Your resolve was firmed. H-heh heh. This game is fun. So you want to try to make me lose this game? Well, I never lost any game, so at least you'll have to get your hopes up and I'll have fun.

"Why not?" I kissed your neck, while trailing my tongue right under your jaw. "Didn't you hear what I just said?" Yes. I like this Mariku better. The sarcastic, bordering on insanity, tone is back in his voice.

"Mmm, yes, I did... What's it to you?" You seemed like you wanted to punch me.

"I told you I didn't want it this way..." He started murmuring, while trying to get me off by bucking his hips. A last ditch effort to get me off, which made us both groan... mine in appreciation and his in unwanted pleasure.

"Well, then why don't we strike a deal?" My lips moved from his collarbone to your earlobe, nipping it harshly, while you groaned again as I ground our hips together.

"Uh!... A deal?" You questioned me, waiting for my reply. "Yes, yes, a deal. I'll give you ten days, to figure out the difference between love, and lust. If you can tell me, and convince me that this," I licked the skin just beneath your jaw, earning a shudder. "...is love, then maybe, just maybe I'll try to love you... by whatever you defined it as, of course."

You opened your mouth to say something, but I continued on, ignoring you. "Ah, but there is a catch..." I took off one part of both cuffs from your hands and cuffed myself to you, but I clutched the bedpost so you wouldn't notice. "You can't leave the house until the ten day period is over. Deal?"

You thought about it for a moment, and spoke naively. "What happens if I leave? Or try to, at least?"

I smiled again. You were so naïve... it sometimes pissed me off. I bent down to whisper to you. "I'll just have to fuck you until you bleed, and keep you here until I get tired of you." You actually paled at this statement. Interesting.

"...Besides, if you're not chained to me, you would be chained to something else, around the house. With a longer chain. Oh, and if you don't agree, I'll just do the same thing like if you try to leave." I smirked proudly.

"Your not giving me much of a choice, are you?" He stated, as a matter-of-factly.

I smiled and nodded, glad he was a quick learner.

"Deal."

"Great. Now go to sleep." I showed him my left hand which had both his hands cuffed to it.

"You bas-" I pulled the chains connecting your wrists to mine, so you fell on me, head on my chest. My other hand snaked around your waist, threatening to go lower.

"Sleep. Or do you still want to play?" I growled. You complied when my fingers squeezed your ass.

ThisisalineandguesswhatI'vegottime!!---3 am---thenextpartyou'llseeandyoumightbecomesorry

I stayed up, and thought about how I could win this game. I've finally figured it out though.

I carried you to the living room downstairs, and looked around. Where could I chain you to though?

A steel towel rack where we put hand towels outside the kitchen stared back at me. It's glued to the wall. Good.

I put Mariku's sleeping frame on our white couch.

I took out a chain which was, obviously, longer than the handcuffs. Chaining it to Mariku's handcuffs was an easy task. But chaining it to the steel towel rack? Not such a good idea. Would have used a blowtorch if I wouldn't set off the fire alarm.

"A-ah! Kura... N-no more... please, stop it... Don't touch there!..." Mariku moaned in his sleep.

Cute.

...And to think he's a virgin. Well, whatever. I'm feeling a bit sober today. Well, that's not good. I might try to kill someone again. And we can't have neighbours call the police to arrest me again can we?

So I went to the same bar as yesterday, and left you a note. 'Going drinking. I would bring you along, but I'd rather keep you locked up' it read. Wonder if he'd get pissed at me when I come back.

Madeyouangrydoesn'tmatter-----9 am------Damn!!

I am absolutely positively one hundred and twenty percent wasted. How the hell would I know this?

Because I wouldn't be caught dead giggling like a little girl. And hell, that's what I'm doing now.

And I got into a lot of fights along the way, which is why my ribs hurt... did I mention they hurt? Yeah... they hurt like hell.

Oh wait. They were hurting because some fucking idiot just had to stab me with a knife. Just a flesh wound though. But... that knife did get lodged in pretty deep... who am I kidding?

I can handle this no problem. All I have to do is to stand up straight and run home- Fuck that hurts! Okay, so maybe standing up straight while running in the rain while your wounds are open isn't such a good idea.

Okay, slow and steady wins the race. Right. So, I can just crawl back home or run home with the high risk of fainting from blood loss.

...I choose the latter.

I got home to the front porch and started to stagger a bit... okay, so maybe a lot. Which is why I just picked the lock to get in to the house. Much faster this way...

And then I noticed my hands were bloody. Damn bloody hands... Wait, why am I cursing my hands? Well, then there's the fact that I like steak...

Fuck. Drunk. I'm drunk. And I will try my best to be as sober as possible. Wait, that doesn't make sense- Oh fuck this I'm getting a headache.

Door's open, finally. I kicked it so that the door swung open with enough force to send a dog flying. I know that because that happened to Ryou's dog when I kicked his door open.

I trudged through the doorway, to see nothing but your charming face. And so you were shocked. I could tell even if I was kind of dizzy right now. Maybe I should have cleaned the blood up first?

So I grabbed your face, my bloody fingers slipping down the surface of your smooth cheeks. And in my drunken stupor, I murmured to you as I clutched in my left hand, my torso, the right your face.

"Has anyone ever told you... how pretty you look?..."

And you were speechless again as I continued to ramble on. "You're the one who's always in my thoughts, and no matter what I think about..."

I took a pause to grin sheepishly. "...It always becomes you."

"It's almost as if... my world circles around yours... H-heh heh..." I let go of my torso to hang my arm on your neck, because my knees felt weak.

"And you know what?..." I placed a chaste kiss on your lips, while smiling bitterly.

"It's exactly what you wanted, isn't...it..." It's..beginning to get darker... Oh Rah... I can see your face and it's so pretty... especially with those pretty red streaks on it...

Oh, oh!... And, it's ridden with concern too...

"Kura! Bakura! What happened?! Bakura! Kura!"

And the last thing I thought about...

Was the fact you cared.

To the game that never ends.

A/N - HAPPY FRICKING NEW YEAR! I'M ABOUT AN HOUR LATE ABOUT THIS, BUT WHO FRICKING CARES?! Present for those who rushed me. A late Christmas present or a gift. Same thing, actually.

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