Author Notes: Not your average Puzzleshipping. Sequel to Kleptoshipping one-shot.
A Puzzleshipping one-shot that I kind of gave up on. It was a request for thor94 I believe. Sorry.
"I don't want you to see him again."
"Who? Bakura?" Yugi asked, blinking up at the nameless spirit in confusion. "But—"
"Don't say his name here," the pharaoh growled at his hikari. "He wishes to undo us."
"What do you mean by that? How do you know?" Yugi was puzzled by the spirit's demand. It made no sense, and that made him reluctant to comply.
"I just do," the taller one snapped, his crimson eyes flashing at Yugi dangerously. "Besides, you don't need him."
"I may not need him, but I want—"
"I can give you everything you want." Suddenly, the Spirit of the Millennium Puzzle was right there in front of him, grabbing him, embracing him with a rough, possessive kiss that stunned the teen.
"You're too good for him. You should never have let him touch you," the pharaoh half-snarled, half groaned as he moved to Yugi's neck, biting hard enough to make his friend cry out. His arm around Yugi's back and his hand on Yugi's ass held the younger one against him firmly and forcefully, sending a jolt of fear through the sub's system. Of course he was enjoying this, but he hadn't asked for it. With Bakura, it had been different. He'd known that it was going to happen.
"I don't even want to hear you think his name." The pharaoh lifted his head, those ruby eyes fixing him with a lusty glare. "You are mine, not his." His hands went to Yugi's shoulders as he shoved his host backwards until he hit a wall, then he reached behind himself and pulled out a long, curved knife from behind his back, making Yugi's breath catch.
"You like knives, don't you?"
"Yes," was his breathy answer. Yugi nodded eagerly. He felt himself harden while Yami licked the knife with a long, slow stroke of his tongue. He then proceeded to shred his own clothes, cutting them from his borrowed body with hunger in those impossible eyes. Rags and tatters scattered the floor, all that remained of his garments. Yugi licked his lips as he panted, hoping that it was his turn next.
Yami first pushed Yugi's hands up above his head, like he knew the boy liked, and secured them there with bindings he conjured with a thought. As he started using the knife to carelessly cut away Yugi's clothes, letting the knife knick him and draw little red lines across his body, he pressed his free hand to the bulge in Yugi's pants, rubbing and stroking so that his partner was writhing and gasping with need, his face and neck flushed with desire.