Warning: YAOI! Lemon ahead, so proceed with caution. I hope it was worth the long wait~!

All errors and typos will be amended when I can look back at this chappy without being too critical about it.

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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. He was jubilant he had gotten his wish, yet the knowledge of Atem offering himself for the sake of the pest, left a bitter aftertaste. It tainted his victory. Furthermore, the display of agitation from the remonstrating male galled him. Without a backward glance, he gestured instructions to Malik with a wave of his hand.

A snicker was heard from the accomplice as he selected a small vial from a wooden chest atop a narrow table and approached Mahado with it.

Trepidation marked the latter's face despite his gallant attempt to remain calm. The feeling, which crept up on him as the other neared, was a foreboding one.

Atem was less composed. "What are you going to do with that?" he yelled at Malik, pulling on his restraints anew in his desperation. His anxiety pleased his rival.

On reaching Mahado, Malik pulled out the wooden stop with his teeth and removed the cloth. With one swift motion, he emptied the vial's content into the latter's mouth.

"NO! Leave him alone—" Atem began, but the sentence was cut short when Bakura grabbed him by the jaw and kissed him. A warm, sweet liquid seeped into his mouth the moment their lips connected and he swallowed it.

It was wine.

Taken by surprise, Atem spluttered as the beverage slid down his throat; its rich, fruity flavour was to familiar to him.

The wine was his father's.

Opening his mouth to berate the offender for his actions and for the stolen wares, Bakura, once again, filled his mouth with wine. Repeating this several times, the thief force-fed Atem until he could no longer remonstrate. Atem groaned and closed his eyes to the ensuing dizziness, having consumed the alcohol on an empty stomach, the effects went straight to his head.

Satisfied with the results, Bakura decide to enlighten the debilitated male. "The vial contains a potion that is concocted from various plants," he revealed. "Its sole purpose is to quell one's Ka by repressing the wielder's ability to summon it. I saw fit to use it on him as we can't have nasty surprises springing up on us whilst we are busy, right Princess?"

Atem tried to lift his head up to glare at the speaker and to answer back, but found it was too much effort. He fell back with a groan.

The response prompted a smirk from his captor; it was perfect to savour his prize for he was ripe for the taking. Initially, Bakura was hoping to have the boy struggling and fighting against him—the feistiness would have turned him on immensely, however, seeing the beautiful youth flushed from the alcohol and lying submissively on his back was delectable, his surrender tempted him. Like this, he would still have the thrill of toying with his prey and get a satisfactory response out of it. Such rewarding benefits made his cock twitch and stiffen in eager anticipation.

Gently, Bakura undid the ties on the bound wrists and Atem's arms slumped heavily to his side. His intoxication made his limbs feel as if it were made of stone, his movements were leaden and sluggish. He was drained of strength, so he remained still, his face turned towards Mahado, wishing with all his might he would wake from this nightmare to find he was safe within the confines of those strong arms.

Mahado stared back at him with glazed, unseeing eyes, it told his young master that he was no longer cognizant of the events around him—he was truly subdued.

Mahado...

Atem heard a faint whimper, through the muddled haze of his mind, it sounded like his voice, but he wasn't sure. The vision of the room swam before him and another whimper was heard. The image of Mahado began to distort and he tried to reach out to him...but his heavy arms refused to obey. All he managed was a twitch of his fingers, which he hardly felt.

The thief noticed Atem's look of yearning directed at his fellow captive and it irked him. Straightening out the strip of fabric that was used as the captive's bindings, he placed it over the fiery orbs that teased and excited him. 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?"

A derisive snort was Malik's reply to the comment and it earned him a scathing glare from the irate man. Chastened, he looked away, sulkily mumbling obscenities under his breath.

Dismissing the disgruntled man, Bakura returned his attention to the task he was performing before he was rudely interrupted. Diligent hands knotted the cloth behind the tricolour head and pulled tightly. Satisfied it was firmly secured; he proceeded to divest the boy of his clothes.

"No!" Atem objected. Bakura's action prompted alertness and the shock forced him to voice his protest and resist. His feeble attempts to push away the hands that undid the belt around his shenti* was met with a soft chuckle.

"You are not getting away from me, Princess, so just enjoy it," Bakura murmured, amusement colouring his words as he lifted the small body up to pull the trapped fabric from beneath. "Irrespective to whether you submit willingly or resist violently, your response will arouse me. The only difference is how hard you want to make it upon yourself! In your current state, I would say you are in no position to stop me even if you want to, so why don't you go easy on yourself and avoid unnecessary pain and grief."

"Bastard!" spat Atem, the alcohol loosening his tongue and coarsening his vocabulary, making a less distasteful comeback difficult. A laugh was his reply as impatient hands pushed his tunic up his chest and over his head. The youth emitted a growl in his throat as his upper body was exposed for all eyes to see.

Bakura purred with pleasure, he could imagine the crimson glare beneath the cloth and he was tempted take a peek. Only the knowledge of how that rodent could draw that gaze away from him stopped him. Mahado, that pathetic excuse of a protector was an irritation, his very existence, though useful, threatened him.

He would have laugh at the irony of it, if he had not minded the blight to his ego.

The thoughts darkened his mood; it brought about a harsher treatment to the boy as the need to possess outweighed his patience. Bakura practically tore off the remaining garment. The savage approach revealed the thief's annoyance and his eagerness; a sound of approval was heard from the side of him.

Standing behind Mahado with his arms draped around the other's neck, Malik watched on with interest. His master's feral action made his cock twitch and he ground it onto Mahado's back. He was going to enjoy watching his lord inflict fear and pain on this particular victim, it was a pity those insolent eyes were covered. What he wouldn't give to see the look of terror on that brat's face right now!

Stark naked, Atem felt vulnerable. He could feel Bakura's heated stare on his flesh, he could sense his smirk as pale eyes slid over his body, leaving a trail of goose pimples in it wake. With much effort, he drew his legs up to his chest and crossed his arms over his bare torso. The action provoked his captor to express his disapproval. Atem gasped as large hands grabbed his limbs and pried them away from his body.

In his drunken daze and unable to oppose Bakura, Atem could only lie there with his face turned away from Mahado, praying he was oblivious to what was happening. He didn't want his friend to see his defilement—regardless of it being done for his sake—it was still mortifying. He suspected Bakura had planned it so he would never live down the humiliation it entailed. Once tainted, Atem knew would never be able to face his love again nor could he allow himself to be near enough to sully him.

The revelation pained him and a sob rose from the depths of his being.

Bakura heard it. Even with the face turned away, Bakura picked up the choked cry, it bared the boy's anguish...and made him angry. Grabbing the delicate chin in a firm grip he smashed his lips onto Atem's cutting off further sounds. Small hands tried to push him off, but was seized and pinned down. The kiss was fierce; Bakura forced a hungry tongue into the parted mouth, exploring the insides greedily. He could feel the boy try to pull back and he tightened his hold on the chin. Only when he unable to maintain the kiss did he reluctantly withdraw.

Pale eyes grazed over the swollen lips and trailed down the lithe form, resting briefly over the perked nipples before staring at the flaccid cock. Bakura smiled. "So your body has yet to understand pleasure and awaken to desire," he sneered. "I shall enjoy teaching you, Princess! I shall enjoy moulding your body until it fits mine, and mine alone—just as the name you'll be screaming in rapture will be mine also. In short, I will ensure you will want no other than me! I shall claim all of you!"

"NEVER!" countered Atem, the word slurring on his wine-laced tongue rendering its venomousness ineffective. "You may bully me into submission, but you can never make me want you!"

Amused with the declaration, Bakura laughed. "We shall see about that, Princess! We shall see!" Getting off the cot, he turned and looked down at the boy, a smirk spread wide across his face. Slowly, he leant forward and placed his arms under the boy and lifted him off the bed.

With a cry of surprise, Atem flailed in panic; his blindness caused him reach out and spontaneously wound his arms tightly around Bakura's neck. He heard the latter respond with a light guffaw, he let go hastily with a pout pronounced on his face. It provoked a faint rumble of amusement from the thief.

The distance he was carried was short and it ended when he was unceremoniously thrown onto a larger bed, the same one Bakura and Malik had abandoned not long ago, he thought wryly.

The thief king leered at the suggestive pose the naked form was sprawled in, his eyes feasted voraciously on the tantalising sight and his cock stirred with appreciation. Slowly, he climbed onto the bed and crawled towards his prey; narrowed eyes watched eagerly as the tricolour head followed his movements, the boy's reaction reminded Bakura of a cornered animal confronting a predator, the fear was palpable and it was delightful. Apprehension increased when Bakura stopped and positioned himself between the parted legs, the boy's breathing all but stilled. Leaning forward he kissed Atem hard, crushing his mouth onto the latter's, whilst grinding his erection against the lean frame—the friction caused him to moan aloud.

Impatient to further his exploration and make Atem's his, he released the lips in favour of attaching it on the slender neck and sucking hard to mark it. A sharp inhalation escaped the freed lips and a whimper of pain followed when teeth sunk deep into the tender flesh. Small hands tried desperately to push him away only for it to claw his chest when the attempt failed.

The pain, where his captive dug his nails, intensified the pleasure he felt, but it also alerted him of the reason it was being inflicted. Reluctantly, Bakura pulled back and assessed the damage he had done, the corners of his mouth twitched when he saw the bloody mark he had left; the smirk tugged upwards when he looked down and saw tiny red crescents embedded into his flesh. The boy had marked him as well. Not displeased with the results, he bent down and licked the bite mark, kissing it gently when the other flinched from the contact. Finally, relinquishing the neck, the aggressor moved downwards; possessive hands skimmed over the smooth contours of the body with a wet tongue avidly in pursuit. It left a damp trail on the honey-hued skin.

Trying his best not to react, Atem clamped his jaw together and forced his thoughts elsewhere. Such defiance only encouraged his tormentor; Bakura was pleased with the challenge the boy unwittingly presented, his resistance only made taming him that much sweeter. Casually, he wrapped his hand around the boy's semi-aroused length and squeezed. Much to Atem's chagrin, his body instinctively jerked in response and it shamed him. He tried to pull away, but Bakura's firm grasp rendered his attempt futile.

"There is no escaping me now," the thief scoffed and began to pump the other's arousal in slow, even strokes, his eyes never leaving the other's face. Much to his satisfaction, he could feel the boy's cock respond to his ministrations as it wept with desire. Bending his head down, Bakura licked the salty dew that adorned the tip before engulfing its full length in his mouth, scraping the velvety flesh with his teeth as he slid down. It prompted an unexpected response, not from his victim, but from Malik.

Taken aback, Malik gasped, shocked that his master was willing to service that upstart with his mouth. All the years by the King of Thieves' side, he had never been rewarded with such treatment. It galled him to see how the little shit attained it without even trying!

"Bastard!" Malik cursed and was sent a deadly pale glare. The temperature around him dropped rapidly causing him to shiver involuntarily. Malik shrunk back and remained silent, watching with seething rage as his lord sucked the boy.

The quickened breathing and the taut tension in Atem's body betrayed the effects of Bakura's stimulation, yet he stubbornly kept quiet. It made the thief double his efforts. Under such relentless onslaught, the inexperienced body finally succumbed to the pleasure and Atem involuntarily pushed upwards, straining against the shackles of obstinacy that held him tethered and muted. Gulps of breath became fast and shallow, as the repressed tension building inside him threatened to burst forth.

Bakura knew the other was nearing his limit...so he withdrew.

A faint whine vibrated in Atem's throat from, either, disappointment or need provided Bakura with a sense of smugness. Crawling to the side of the bed, he leaned over to retrieve a small clay jar and dipped two fingers into its contents. A wide grin spread across his face as he returned to the boy.

Alert and suspicious, Atem followed Bakura the best he could, his senses wary of the devious man when he picked up the smell of peppermint in the air. Fervently hoping his ordeal was over, he was sorely disappointed when slick fingers circled around his opening and a cool sensation spread around the area, effectively numbing it. With rising fear, Atem recoiled to the touch and tried to back pedal away from the prying digits, only to be held down by the shoulders.

"I told you there's no escaping now," Bakura murmured thick in his ear, desire coating each word as he inserted a finger into the puckered entrance.

"No!" Atem cried out. He dug his heel into the bed and pushed back, trying to escape the unwanted intrusion, his hands striving to remove the offending limb.

He failed miserably.

Still intoxicated, his efforts were no match for the stronger man and his cries of struggles only served to excite the thief.

A snicker was heard from the forgotten observer, as the two on the bed fought. Not that Malik minded, he could tell his master was truly aroused; it meant soon he would turn into a beast that would savagely devour his prey. Watching Bakura intently, Malik saw the lust surface and it turned him on. Personally, he preferred the sadistic side of Bakura, but the little "Princess" may not be inclined to the feel the same. Grinning widely, his hand reached for his own arousal and he stroked himself at a leisurely pace.

Bakura, having learnt his lesson the first time, flipped Atem onto his stomach and forced him onto his knees. Settling himself between the parted legs again, the thief leaned over him so the front of his body spooned snugly against the boy's back. One hand held onto the slender wrists, pressing them down onto the bed, whilst the other worked diligently on the loosening the opening. Two fingers were employed before Bakura, exhausting his endurance, removed them and placed the tip of his erection in its place.

Fear and anxiety dragged a shaky, "No!" from the boy's trembling lips as the other's arousal rub against his entrance.

Indifferent to the entreaty, Bakura slowly penetrated the small body, his groans mingled with the boy's cries of pain as he pushed his way in, stretching the tight passage as it swallowed his cock.

"Fuck!" he swore loudly, realising in his haste he hadn't prepared the boy enough. "Relax your body, Princess or this will hurt a lot more."

Words of advice fell on deaf ears as pain ripped through Atem's body, causing him to grimace and cry out; he tried to crawl away, but Bakura's firm grip held him place.

Malik watched on with amusement, he could not contain his delight to see the rough treatment to which that person was subjected to; it made up for the slight he suffered earlier and it appeased him. Stroking himself, he leant his face forward so his cheek touched the cheek of the bound male. "Can you hear the enticing voice of your master?" he teased in Mahado's ear. "Isn't it alluring and sweet?" Malik licked Mahado's ear and laughed. The thought of hurting Bakura's toy with the knowledge that his companion was consciously aware of his degradation entertained him. So he goaded the older boy, feeding him with lewd comments and salacious images of his young lord being fucked by the King of Thieves.

Cries of agony were soon replaced with cries of another kind; it changed in volume and pitch. Lusty moans filled the air as the sound of slapping flesh increased.

"Ah, it seems my lord has finally found the pleasure part of that brat," Malik said peevishly, his excitement cooling along with his interest.

Bakura pleased he found the erogenous part of his lover remained in that position, daring to change only the pace of his thrusts. "It feels good now, doesn't it, Princess?" he asked. "Admit you like it and moan louder for me. I promise to make it even better!"

"Die, you savage!" Atem growled in response, determined that no other sound would escape from his lips. He wasn't about to stoke the brute's swelling ego any more than he had already.

Bakura, amused with the other's boldness, cackled merrily. "We will see who will 'die' first, shall we?" Fingers curled around the boy's cock and tugged upwards, earning a hiss from its owner.

Atem hastily suppressed the moan that rose readily to his lips. The assault on both fronts confused his senses and the foreign sensation it brought about overwhelmed him—especially in the place where the thief's arousal was rubbing. It sent shockwaves through his entire being. Heat gathered and pooled around his groin, gradually accumulating until it threatened to burst forth. Ragged breaths fused with shallow rasps, made breathing difficult and Atem knew, from the time he observed Hasan, his end was near. The steady pumping of his length drew forth his release until he could feel it surface.

"NO!"

Atem flung out the word in exasperation. Whether it was to deny his impending climax...to reject Bakura's claims of feeling good...or to prevent his voice from rising into a chorus of moans and mewls like the other predicted, he desperately masked his true intentions in that one-word dismissal.

Voice strained as his body strained, he filled Bakura's hand with his release...

He came.

Bringing his hand up to his lips, the King of Thieves lapped up the salty nectar, savouring every bit, whilst his body continued to plunder the spent one.

With a brusque snort, Malik pushed himself off Mahado and began to gather his things. Swiftly dressing up, the feeling of annoyance added to his ire because he felt he was cheated of a good show.

Oblivious and lost in his thoughts, the frustrated man did not notice the tethered male stirring. Brown eyes slowly regained focus and it widened to the sight that greeted him. It compelled him to speak.

"A-At—" Mahado forced himself to utter the desired words, it came out barely above a whisper, "A-Attack...m-master's...assailant, kill him!"

Malik immediately spun around and ran to Mahado, but it was too late! In a flash, Mahado's guardian spirit appeared and discharged a thin beam at Bakura.

"Watch out, Bakura!" yelled Malik, watching helplessly as the attack closed in on the thief king.

Bakura's head turned, his pales eyes stared at the beam as it neared him. He looked unaffected, but for the slight upturn on the corners of his lips.

The beam was countered before it reached the target; its dispersion had an adverse effect on the one who called the attack. A thin line of blood trickled down Mahado's chin—it was the price of his failure. With groan, the wounded male lost all consciousness.

"Mahado!" Atem shrieked in panic, his head steered to the direction of the much-loved voice.

Concern made him reach for the blindfold, but long fingers gripped his wrist and squeezed it. "Remove it and I will gorge his eyes out!" warned Bakura, the threat dripped with malice. Next, sending a thunderous look at Malik, he roared, "Get him out of here and ensure his injuries are taken care of. I don't want the bastard to die on me before I've had my fill of his master!"

With a mock bow, Malik pulled out a small hand dagger from the side of his belt and slice through the linen bonds. Mahado freed from his ties, slumped forward. With an exaggerated sigh, Malik grabbed the senseless male from under his arms and hauled him out of the room. The sound of cursing could be heard from the labouring man as he disappeared.

"No! Mahado!" Atem repeated, only this time through a choked sob. "Let me see him, please..."

Long tanned fingers threaded through the spiky mane, closed around a fistful of hair and tugged hard, snapping the head backwards. "Say his name again and I will cut out his tongue little by little!" the thief cautioned. "I can't have you looking, speaking or thinking about another, whilst you are with me! You are mine and it will do you good to remember it. I will not mistreat you, Princess, but at the same time do not anger me or you will find me most disagreeable."

Atem responded with a faint hiss, but otherwise, remained silent.

With the boy's compliance, good-humour returned to the thief once more and he chuckled. "Now, where were we?" he asked, as hands glided down the arched back and rested on the taut rump he was still inside of. Pulling out his member until only the tip was embedded, he slammed back in again, burying his cock into the fleshy folds with one hard thrust, with a groan of satisfaction, he continued with his onslaught until he felt his climax nearing. Flipping the boy on his back, Bakura pulled off the blindfold.

With his sight restored, Atem blinked his eyes rapidly; it scanned the empty room briefly before alighting on the man above him.

Vibrant blood-hued eyes locked onto pale-coloured ones.

Staring into those burning, crimson pools incited Bakura to heated frenzy. Short grunts complemented each lunge as he drove deeper into the boy, a hand stretched out and caressed the flushed face.

Atem… The boy was beautiful.

It drove Bakura over the edge and he came, spilling his seed inside the virgin body with a few short, erratic thrusts. Spent and gasping slightly, Bakura collapsed on top of the boy; his face buried in the latter's neck.

Feeling sleepy from the wine and the rigorousness of the copulation, eyes heavy with fatigue began to close, shutting out the intense crimson gaze. Through his drowsy state, Atem was vaguely aware of lips pressed gently against his and the body that covered his body getting up. Atem felt its loss keenly.

Devoid of the warmth, Atem whimpered and hugged himself, his mind had already drifted off when he felt something slip over his thumb. Cracking open a half-lidded eye, Atem peered curiously at the item decorating his hand.

It was a ring.

The thick gold band, laden with precious gems, had a picture of a dragon carved around. The dragon was the majestic and graceful God of the Heavens, Osiris.

Familiarity wracked the exhausted mind and an image of the ring appeared in his mind's eye. It was adorned on the finger of a large, warm hand—a hand, he had known all his life...

Father?

Eyes immediately flew open revealing a blazing look of hatred, all signs of weariness vanished with the recognition of his family's heirloom.

The ring was his father's!

With an ear-piercing shriek, Atem shot up and launched himself at the King of Thieves...

~TBC~

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A/N: Right then, I hoped this chapter was acceptable considering its tardy update. If I was to be honest, it wasn't how I wanted it to be, but no matter how I wrote and re-wrote it, the result was, more or less, the same. Bakura couldn't be that brutal, bastard rapist I thought he would be and it confused me. Furthermore, I wasn't happy about the structuring of the chapter and its incoherency—but then, it could be me being difficult after working on and off it for two weeks~! Either way, I hope this did not disappoint too much or mar your overall enjoyment~.

For those who are not aware, I will be away in the US between: 3rd April to 13th April. During those dates, response may be slow or non-existent, so please forgive me I cannot reply to you, I promise I will get back to you upon my return.

Thanks for you patience and thoughts on this chapter would be appreciated.

In the next chapter:

"So, I gather he's found out about his father's death?" Malik remarked caustically, watching the thief king with acute interest. "How did the poor princess take it? Did you comfort him thoroughly?"

Bakura paused briefly in front of the shorter male—then without warning he seized him by the neck and effectively shoved him into the wall—his face contorted with rage as he faced Malik. "Did I not specify my desire to have the boy's father apprehended alive?" he snarled. "Did I not order you to ensure my instructions were heeded?"

Choking from the tight grip on his neck, Malik responded with a feeble dip of his head.

Pale eyes narrowed to thin, blade-like slits and teeth bared in fury. "Then how the fuck, did the old man end up dead?" he seethed. "Find the culprit who did it and bring him to me. I will personally carry out his punishment. Understood?"

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