Author Notes: Kleptoshipping as requested, knifeplay and all. Takes place pre-canon, before Yugi knows about Yami Bakura and the Millennium Ring, hence why he calls Bakura 'Ryou' in this fic, but trust me, it's not Ryou. ;) Sorry for the lame ending. Rated M for smut, BDSM, bloodplay.

"And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough it isn't fun."
~Pokerface by Lady Gaga

Yugi may be opposed to violence, yet, knives entranced him. So when Ryou had turned around, knife in hand, his eyes narrowed as his eyes met Yugi's, the shorter teen was blushing, feeling uncomfortably… excited. Those narrowed eyes seemed to stare straight into Yugi's soul and read his darkest desires, making Yugi feel absolutely naked and vulnerable, entirely at the other boy's mercy.

That had been three days ago. Now, Ryou was in his bedroom, grinning like the Cheshire cat as he stared down at his meek, willing mouse. Ryou'd snuck in through Yugi's window while he was downstairs eating dinner, although the spiky-haired boy had no idea how he'd managed it. Ryou'd simply sat there, sharpening his knife as Yugi entered his own bedroom and saw the intruder.

They'd waited for Yugi's grandpa to fall asleep before doing anything, because Mr. Moto was currently on a medication for his arthritis that made him sleepy. Once he fell asleep, he was asleep for good.

Now, Yugi was handcuffed to his own bed dressed in clothes that he "didn't care about"—that was what Ryou'd instructed him to put on. He'd spread a towel over his sheets, afraid of leaving any evidence of their actions, not wanting to be discovered. After all, Yugi was understandably very secretive about his fetish. Ryou'd read his mind, though, which was the only way he knew about it.

Ryou now crouched between Yugi's legs, sizing him up with an appraising, calculating look. Then he pulled a strip of cloth out of his back pocket and held it up for the other to see, raising an eyebrow in question. Yugi just nodded, and Bakura expertly fastened on the blindfold. It occurred to Yugi briefly that perhaps he should be doing this with someone he knew better, someone he knew he could trust. But he decided to shove that thought aside. Who did he know that would be up for this? Only Ryou. Besides, their brief acquaintance added an extra element of danger and excitement, and there was some part of Yugi that didn't really believe that something bad could possibly happen to him.

Bakura seized Yugi's mouth in a rough kiss, not bothering with any pretense of tenderness, but that was okay. Yugi liked it that way. Yugi felt the chill of cold steel pressed to his neck, and he whimpered into Bakura's kiss, wanting more. The knife slid down from his neck and made contact with the neckline of his t-shirt, then heard the fabric rip and tear as his dom savagely sawed through it, the kiss broken while this happened. Chilly air from the open window hit his chest, and he gasped. As the bottom hem of his shirt was cut through, the edge of the blade caught Yugi's skin, leaving a bright red line about three inches long across his stomach. Yugi whined and arched to encourage his partner, feeling incredibly aroused already.

For Bakura, this was a dream come true: he could do whatever he wanted, and little Yugi, the chosen one, would love it no matter what. After the way his sub reacted to being cut, Bakura was intrigued. He dragged the sharp edge of the blade along the boy's stomach again, forming an X with the first mark.

"Yes!" Yugi gasped, his hands pulling at the handcuffs, relishing the sensation of physical restraint. Bakura smirked and slid the flat of the knife to the pale chest before him, making his victim pant softly and lift his hips from the mattress, craving stimulation.

"Patience, my pet," Bakura crooned, lifting the knife off of Yugi's chest. He kissed him roughly again, deepening the kiss so that he could invade his mouth, plundering his warm, wet depths like the tomb-robber he was. He broke their kiss again and pushed Yugi's chin back, making the skin of his neck nice and taut. That was when he signed his name with the tip of the knife, carefully carving the hieroglyph for "thief" into the teen's skin. Yugi seemed like he was about to use their safe-word, but he didn't. Instead he panted and gasped as Bakura's knee pressed firmly to his crotch, making him whine loud enough to surprise himself. If he had used the safe-word, Bakura wouldn't have listened; he'd only agreed to that to make the boy trust him. He wiped the tip of the knife against Yugi's lip, letting him taste his own blood before Bakura licked the crimson fluid from the pale neck he'd marked. He sucked and licked, becoming rather excited himself as Yugi vocalized how much he enjoyed the pain. One last kiss, one that tasted metallic, then Bakura finished cutting the clothes from the small body, playing with his toy to see just how much of a show he could tease out of him.

Naked at last, Yugi trembled with desire, panting hard as he was touched teasingly by the one who would turn out to be his worst enemy. Bakura prepared him with lubed fingers, but not too much. After all, without pain, how could it be any good? He pushed his own pants and boxers down to his knees, then pushed Yugi's legs further apart. He slicked himself with lube before lining up and entering his mortal enemy with a hard thrust that made the high-schooler shriek.

"That's right, scream for me," Bakura whispered in a hoarse voice, his own breathing somewhat labored now. He pulled out, then slammed into the boy again and again, reveling in every moan and squeal and whine he made. Yugi writhed with the pain and pleasure that warred within him, but he enjoyed every moment of it.

"B-Bakura!"

"Beg me for it," the Spirit of the Millennium Ring ordered sharply as he neared his own completion.

"Please... make me cum!" Yugi begged and pleaded shamelessly, and the only thing that could have made Bakura happier in that moment was if he had Atem in that very same position. He came inside his sub and withdrew, making him whimper with desperation.

Bakura's hand wrapped around the boy's shaft as his lips found its way around its head, and within seconds, his meek mouse was delirious with pleasure, moaning as he finally reached the point of release. Normally, Bakura wouldn't have done such a thing, but he truly did hate getting someone else's mess on himself. Within seconds, he'd made himself presentable, no longer vulnerable, unlike his nemesis, whom he was tempted to kill at that very moment, while he was still humming with erotic pleasure. Too bad that wasn't part of his plan.

"How am I going to hide this without being obvious about it?" Yugi murmured fretfully as he studied his neck in the mirror.

"Try this," Bakura said, handing the shorter teen a black collar with a wink. It was something he'd bought specifically for him, specifically for this purpose. "Just say it's an accessory."