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Warning: Heavy violence, blood and gore.


With a small groan, Yami opened his eyes and frowned when he saw a dark colored floor and a pile of his belongings not too far from where he was sitting. The neat pile consisted of his jacket, handcuffs, hat, pistol and boots and Yami could only stare at it as if it was going to eat him.

Wait— Yami tried to stand up, but found himself trapped in an uncomfortable, wooden chair. His wrists and ankles were bound to the arms and legs of said chair, making him practically immobile.

And all of a sudden, he remembered everything.

As if on cue, the nerves in his body instantly came back to life and he could feel everything again. Painful throbbing in his thigh, his sore jaw, the dried blood on his face, his raw throat and empty stomach that was begging him to be fed. Yami licked his dry lips and closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to think.

The only things he could move were his fingers and his neck. Hunger and blood loss had made his body weak and his supplies were too far away. The only thing he could do was call for help, but Yami was pretty sure he was in some kind of basement where no one could hear him scream. Yugi had already proven that by continuously hurting him until he couldn't talk properly anymore.

"Good, you're awake."

Completely startled, Yami looked up and saw Yugi sitting across from him with his legs folded over one another. Had he been sitting there all this time? Surely, Yami would have seen him, but maybe he had been so disoriented that he hadn't noticed.

There was some sort of plastic vase in his hand with a handle attached to it and Yami wasn't sure whether he wanted to know what that was. He half-expected Yugi to stand up and hit him with it, but the magician simply smiled at him.

"Sleep well?"

His fatigued mind couldn't analyze the situation at all, so instead of answering right away, Yami stared at him, dumbfounded. "I guess."

"Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

Maybe Yami was hallucinating. This Yugi couldn't be the same person who had tortured him for the past couple of days. It just couldn't. This Yugi was smiling so calmly at him, moving his foot to an imaginary beat and patiently waiting for him to answer. Yami nodded and tried to move again, but the moment he tried, Yugi practically flew up and pressed him back against the chair with such force that the air was knocked out of him.

"Silly," Yugi laughed softly and Yami felt an unpleasant shiver running down his spine. "Not like that."

Yami tried to swallow the lump in his throat as Yugi started unbuttoning his pants. The plastic object was laid aside for a moment and much to his displeasure, he saw that it was a chamber pot. It surely wasn't the first time he had to do this in front of him, but it was still horrible. A teasing breeze brushed over his exposed skin and an involuntary yelp escaped from his lips as the rim of the pot was shoved against him. It was the most horrible and humiliating thing he had ever done in his entire life and he knew that Yugi knew that. Biting his lip, he held his breath as he emptied his bladder while Yugi gently stroked his bare knee.

"Good boy," he said after Yami was done. As if taking care of his sick spouse, Yugi lovingly buttoned up his pants again and tucked in his shirt, patting his chest. "Anything else you need?"

It was almost too surreal. Yami looked down at him with moist eyes and tried to formulate words, but he couldn't.

"'Twas not so bad, was it? Come on, man up," Yugi chuckled and roughly rubbed his wounded thigh, making Yami cry out in pain. The friction had caused the wound to spring open again and Yami felt the burning tears welling up in his eyes. "If only you'd kept your nose out of other people's business, none of this wouldn't have happened and you wouldn't be sitting here, sulking over the fact that you had to pee in a cup."

"Fuck you," Yami muttered, knowing he would regret those words later yet he couldn't bring himself to shut up.

"Eager, are we?" Yugi grinned up at him and rose to his feet. For a minute, Yami feared the worst and shut his eyes, ready for the blow, but let out a small huff instead because Yugi had straddled him. The pain in his wounded thigh increased as Yugi moved slightly to get comfortable and he groaned quietly. "Fine."

A sharp intake of breath echoed through the room as Yugi smashed their lips together. He could barely move as the other kissed him hungrily, biting down his cracked, lower lip and gently kneading his chest. Yami pulled back, but Yugi roughly grabbed his chin and forced him back into the kiss. The hand that had been massaging his chest moved down and Yami tried his best to close the gap between his legs, making Yugi laugh against his neck.

"You're so cute…" he whispered and slipped a hand down his waistband. "Stop struggling so much. We both know you want this."

He didn't want to— Not like this. This was something so utterly disgusting and messed up that it made him want to hurl. Yugi obviously didn't care and only continued to make him see stars and arch up.

"Get-off!" Yami gasped out and was about smack his forehead against the other's in a desperate attempt to get away, only to be interrupted by a small buzzing noise.

Both men looked around, looking for the source of the sound, before Yami's eyes fell on his jacket in the corner and saw his pocket moving. His eyes widened upon realizing his phone was still there. They probably hadn't heard it before because of their previous actions, Yami's foggy mind reasoned hastily. Yugi reluctantly got up and walked over to his jacket, fishing out the phone and looking at the screen.

This could be his only chance of escaping. Yugi marched back towards him, grabbed his collar and hurled him forward. "Kaiba's your boss, right?"

"No, he's just a friend," Yami blurted out and prayed Yugi would believe him.

However, Yugi didn't seem to buy it and gripped his thigh again, making him groan. "You've got no friends or family left. Except that Anzu Mazaki chick who couldn't keep her stupid mouth shut. Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

How Yugi knew he had no family left was a complete mystery to him, and it freaked him out even more. The phone was still buzzing; there was not much time left. Maybe Kaiba would give up and all hope would be lost. So, Yami nodded quickly and Yugi straightened up, holding up the phone.

"Do exactly as I say, all right?" Yugi said calmly. "If he asks you about your whereabouts, tell him you quit your job and that you're travelling. You've had enough of this job because you're not good at it, you cut ties with Anzu because she's annoying, you don't want him or her to contact you ever again, and then I'm gonna hang up. If you don't stick to these lines, or make any effort to let him know you're here, I'll make sure that you wish you were never born, got it?"

"I—"

Yugi wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed threateningly. "Got it?"

Unable to speak, Yami nodded again and Yugi flipped the phone open, put it on speaker, and pressed it to his ear. "… Hello?"

"Yami? You motherfucker! I've been calling you for days! Where the hell are you?!"

To emphasize his point, Yugi squeezed his neck again and he tried not to moan in pain or gasp for breath. "Yeah, sorry about that I um…" Another firm squeeze and Yami shut his eyes. "I decided to resign."

"What?!"

"You said it yourself I suck at this job, right? Well, I decided to do you a favor."

His neck was finally released and Yami carefully let out a small sigh. "You're not serious, are you?"

"As a heart attack."

"You— For fuck's sake. Where are you? I'm gonna punch the living daylights out of you for making me worry about your sorry ass!"

Yami hesitated for the briefest moment, wanting nothing more than to tell him that he was locked up in some basement with a psychopath. Apparently Yugi noticed him wavering because it took every ounce of his willpower not to scream in pain as Yugi massaged the wounded leg. The flesh around the wound tore a little as nimble fingers pulled at the skin and Yami nodded as quickly as he could, pressing his lips together.

"I dunno exactly, seeing that I've been u-um, travelling non-stop."

It was deadly quiet for a good ten seconds. Yami had stuttered and all three adults had noticed. His heart was going fifty miles per hour and his entire body shook with adrenaline and fear. Yugi raised an eyebrow and reached for his pocket, pulling out the same knife he had used before. There was dried blood on it.

"… Are you okay?"

"Sure, why do you ask?" Yami asked in a forced calm voice, eyeing the knife with watery eyes. Sweat trickled down his forehead and he shivered.

"You're lying, I can hear it in your voice."

"I just worked out. I'm a little out of breath, that's all."

"You sound awfully nervous, though."

"Anyone would be because it's you they're talking to."

"Tell me what's going on. I know you, you wouldn't quit just like that without a fight, nor would you suddenly disappear off the face of the earth. Even Anzu doesn't know where you are and I know you two are very close. She's been nothing but supportive and this is how you repay her? And I never said you suck at this job. I only said I was worried about you. Just… you leaving doesn't make any sense. Your stuff's still back at the apartment, I checked yesterday and your car's still parked somewhere in the parking lot…" Kaiba stopped ranting and stayed silent for a few seconds.

The edge of the knife was pressed against his throat and Yami clenched his jaw to keep himself under control. A small tear trickled down his cheek as he gripped the arms of the chair. Kaiba was still quiet on the other side and Yami cleared his throat loudly to get the other to speak again. Small droplets of blood formed at the knife and trickled down his sweaty neck.

"Still there, Kaiba?"

"You went after that Mutou guy, didn't you?"

His heart skipped a beat. Yugi narrowed his eyes at him, and Yami could merely avoid eye contact while his body shook with fear. His knuckles had turned white and another tear of panic slid down his face. "'Course not."

"Liar. Look, I know you're not gonna like this, but Ishizu told me everything. I know what happened and why you want this job so badly. Meet me at the office at three so we can talk about it, okay?"

"Hold up." Anger and panic burst from his veins and gave him a rush of energy. Completely forgetting about Yugi's presence for a second, Yami glared at the phone. "What exactly did she tell you?"

"That your mother was murdered when you were eight years old and that you're still looking for that guy that did it. I don't like talking to you about this on the phone so I suggest you come over 'cause we really need to talk about this. I'm really sorry about everything, but I know we can work something out," Kaiba told him, his voice now gentle and caring. Something Yami didn't know he needed so badly at this moment.

However, the pricking of the knife increased and Yami looked up at Yugi who shook his head.

"End it," he mouthed.

"Kaiba—"

"You coming over, or what?"

A throaty gasp escaped from his lips as Yugi slowly started to run the knife across his skin. Burning pain made him want to crawl out of his own skin, yet the only thing he could do was try to breathe normally and grip the chair. The more he tried to tip his head back, the harder Yugi pressed. Warm blood trickled down his neck, towards his chest and stomach.

"Yami, what's—"

"I'm gonna hang up now, Kaiba," Yami managed to bring out.

"No, wait!"

Click.

The phone was thrown to the ground and Yugi stepped on it. Yami panted and let go of the chair with his sticky fingers. His only chance of escaping had been ruined and on top of that, he had probably infuriated Yugi. Another lone tear slid down his sweaty cheek and he quickly pressed his lips together to suppress the convulsive gaps that threatened to escape.

"Tch, what am I gonna do with you?" Yugi spoke up calmly and carefully wiped away the tear with his thumb. "You can't do anything right, can you?"

"Shut up," Yami breathed, not trusting his voice anymore. The wound on his neck burned terribly and he tried to calm down to keep the blood from flowing too rapidly. "You don't know anything about me."

"Oh, but I do."

Once again, Yugi's voice had grown kind and gentle and he crouched down, holding Yami's face with his hands. With a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, he tipped his head to the side a bit. "Jii-chan's told me all about you. I watched you for ten years because of that silly crush of mine." Their noses bumped softly against each other, but to Yami it was anything but intimate. "I longed for your company, your voice, your touch, your everything. You could say that I was a little… obsessed with you. And apparently the tables have turned now. Ah, I love karma."

With a small chuckle, Yugi patted his cheek and pulled back. Yami, however, was left dumbfounded and confused. "The hell are you—?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Yugi interrupted him with a grin. "You're falling for me."

"Quite narcissistic, aren't you?" Yami said coolly.

"You wouldn't be here if you weren't."

Fury bubbled up inside him and Yami gritted his teeth. "The only reason I'm here is because you're a fucking murderer!"

That was the only excuse Yugi needed to plant the knife in his other, unharmed thigh. Howling in pain, Yami squirmed desperately in the chair, wheezing and panting as Yugi twisted the knife, shoving it more firmly into his flesh. It felt like his nerve endings were on fire as crucifying pain spread through his entire body. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he continued to scream himself hoarse.

"Better watch that foul mouth of yours," Yugi whispered harshly and grabbed his chin with his bloody fingertips. "Are you really that stupid?"

"If you're not a murderer, then what are you?" Yami countered sharply, still quite out of breath. "Because you're definitely not that love-sick kid who walked up to me all those years ago. What happened on the day of your mother's funeral?"

All of a sudden, the knife in his leg stilled and Yami made sure not to take his eyes off Yugi's. Hope flickered in his chest when Yugi's violet eyes averted their gaze for a split second and then returned. Something was different; they had become slightly darker and Yami felt a twinge of fear returning.

"I was as dead as she felt," Yugi spoke up simply and he pulled back. "After she died, I finally realized that I had a life of my own and that I needed to wake up. I'm very grateful that she's gone and no longer a pain in my ass."

Yami blinked and then frowned. "She was your mother. Probably depressed like you and in desperate need of help. How can you say that you're happy she's gone?"

"You of all people should know, seeing that you went over to talk to Jii-chan," the other snapped and Yami raised a questioning eyebrow. "She was weak. Couldn't handle being on her own, so she went out almost every night to have sex with another man she met at the bar. That whore."

Eyes widening slightly at those words, Yami stared up at him. Yugi appeared to be lost in thoughts for he was massaging his forehead and no longer paying attention to him. Yugi's aggressive wordings reminded him of the moment they had found the body of Chris' mother hanging from the ceiling, the word "Whore" hanging from her neck. The odds of those two being connected were slim to none, but he had to know. However, every time he accused Yugi of murder, it ended up with him getting sliced like a piece of meat.

If he was going to be honest with himself, he didn't know what to think of the illusionist anymore.

Yugi slowly turned around and his eyes softened, feigning worry. "Have I left you speechless?"

"Well, I'm just surprised," Yami quickly said. "It's not everyday that you hear someone calling their mother a whore."

"Really?" Yugi looked genuinely confused. "You've never held a grudge against your dead mother?"

"I…" The words got stuck in his throat. Haunting images played in front of his eyes and he felt himself being sucked into a flashback.

The room they were in changed into his old living room. Yugi disappeared and was replaced by a strange man standing in front of him with a satisfied grin. Mana was next to him, sobbing so loudly that it was almost deafening and his father was begging for mercy. His mother, barely alive, was struggling to get up from her position on the floor while coughing up more and more blood.

"Please, stop," Aknamkanon whimpered, his hands above his head. "I-I'll do anything. Just— Don't hurt us."

"I need her," the man said in a robotic voice. "Step aside."

He was about to stab his mother again and Yami, feeling a burst of adrenaline, jumped up and grabbed the man's arm in a desperate attempt to stop him. Aknamkanon yelled out in panic and ran up to them, but was too late.

With an irritated growl, the maniac threw Yami across the room so that he was slammed against the bookcase. Overwhelming pain coursed through his tiny body and blood trickled down his lower back. Tears pricked in his eyes and he tried to get up, but his back gave in; he couldn't move an inch. He could only watch as the knife in the stranger's hand inched closer to his mother's chest.

The most shrill, bloodcurdling scream echoed in his head. Aknamkanon fell to his knees in defeat and sobbed into his hands while Mana was curled up under the table, tears streaming even more rapidly down her face as she watched everything from the corner of her eyes.

"Mom…" Yami whispered and lost the fight against the tears.

He blinked a few times and hung his head. The flashback was finally over, but his body was still in a panicked state: his hands shaking uncontrollably, the nausea, the desire to scream until his throat went dry, more tears welling up in his eyes and his heart beating so fast that it hurt. His lips trembled as shaky gasps made their way past them every few seconds.

"If I knew you were gonna cry this much…" Yugi muttered and placed a cold hand on Yami's shoulder, squeezing hard. "You're lucky you're cute and so very fun to play with. Too bad I have to do this."

Yami, still not fully recovered from the heavy flashback, was not able to comprehend what Yugi was saying until the other grabbed the knife and sat down on his legs again. The pain made him cry out, but Yugi ignored it and held his cheek.

"One last kiss to wish me luck."

Before Yami could protest, Yugi forced him into a hungry kiss again. Even if Yami wanted to enjoy it, he couldn't. His muscles ached and the throbbing wounds in his legs prevented him from taking any pleasure in the savoring kiss. It was so very different from the first kiss: Yugi was skillfully wrapping him around his finger by running his hands all over his quivering body and pressing their chests together.

An involuntary sound came out of Yami's mouth when Yugi's hand slipped under his shirt and caressed his bare skin. Slowly but surely, the pain disappeared and Yami hated himself for wanting more. The kissing became more aggressive with each passing second; Yugi was biting into his lips every now and then, nibbling almost playfully before pressing them together again. A hot, burning feeling developed itself in his chest and spread through his entire body like fire and within seconds, he was sweating. Sensual hands roamed over his ultra sensitive flesh and Yami gritted his teeth.

He was panting against Yugi's lips and felt familiar tears in his eyes from his own stupidity. His mind was screaming at him to do something, anything to get it to stop. But the tenseness in his muscles was slowly fading away the more they kissed and Yugi touched him. A single tear slipped out of the corner of his eye and he pulled back, shutting his eyes.

Both were silent for a while before Yugi caressed his cheek with the back of his fingers. "You absolutely sure you don't want more?"

Not trusting his voice, Yami nodded.

"All right," Yugi said and got up, making him grunt in pain. "I have to get on stage tonight, so I have to leave you for a while. I expect you to keep quiet until I get back."

"Fine," Yami whispered and opened his eyes to look up at him, trying not to show too much emotion. "Good luck."

Yugi smiled real big and leaned forward to tuck his bangs behind his ear. "Aww. No insults or sarcastic comments? You're finally regaining your senses. Still…" The knife that had been in his hand the whole time was placed against his lips. "I still don't trust you. A gag won't be enough to stop you from screaming at the top your lungs and I can't have someone walking in on you like this."

The smile disappeared in the blink of an eye and Yami tried to lean back, but Yugi firmly grabbed the back of his head, his nails scraping across his scalp. The word fear was barely enough to describe what Yami was feeling. The tip of the knife poked at the corner of his lips and he anxiously looked at Yugi, hoping to get some answers.

"I'm only doing this to shut you up. Now hold still, because you're only gonna make it worse."

It didn't matter. The minute Yugi forced his lips apart and made a small cut on the corner of his mouth, Yami screamed. Blood filled his mouth right away and dribbled down his chin. Yugi made another cut on the other side of his mouth and put the knife back in his pocket, pleased. The wounds were so small, yet it felt like Yugi had just torn his lips apart.

"There. Here's what happens if you disobey."

Once again, Yugi gripped his thigh and Yami howled in pain. Not thinking it could get any worse than this, Yami felt another shot of pain right where Yugi had cut him. More blood seeped into his mouth and streamed down his face. The skin around his mouth was tearing.

"It's simple," Yugi said stoically. "If you try to scream for help, the wounds will extend and cause you pain and blood loss. So," he got up with an almost endearing smile. "unless you want to be in even more pain, or create a permanent scar on your face, I'd suggest you shut up. Sound good?"

Yami tried to respond and yelped in pain as the skin was ripped apart. It tore even more because he had yelped so he quickly pressed his lips together and lowered his head in defeat. He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and it was beyond humiliating.

A cloth was placed over his mouth and tied behind his head nonetheless. Yugi squeezes his shoulders and patting his cheek. "Good boy. See you in a few hours."


Author's note: Ah, yes. The Glasgow Smile... I've wanted to use it for quite some time and I saw the opportunity and took it. I FOUND OUT ABOUT IT WHEN I WAS WATCHING MAKE-UP TUTORIALS, I SWEAR. That was some really good special effects make-up, dude.

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