Insane

Summery

This is a Yu-Gi-Oh FanFiction. It will be a drama, hurt, angst and there will be YAOI and SMUT! So please if you don't like it, do not read it!

The story takes place after the end of Season 5.

Author's note:

Chapter 25 yay!

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Arev

Answers to fans :

BrownLikeSugarD: hmmm, about Ryou and Marik … to be honest, I have closed that chapter for me. I like them, but their characters are just not intriguing for me, I can't really write about them, because I find nothing exciting in them :( no offence to anybody who likes them! It is a matter of taste ;)

kiki2222: I will definitely continue to write about Atem and Kaiba here, because I find it very exciting of how their relationship will develop. To be honest, I don't know, how it will end, at some point this will appear in my mind. :D

Bakura

After Marik was gone he had dressed and sat himself on his chair. What had just happened? He was so mad with that idiot of just meeting clients without even considering to tell him about it and suddenly they were almost fucking. Bakura remembered his first time with the Maniac, he had forced himself on him… and Marik was the bottom, and now … it was so long ago… so much had happened till now.

It was dark outside, the area was illuminated with construction projectors to keep intrudes away. The security had looked inside the tent and he assured them, he was still working. Marik… why did he fell into his trap so easily? What made him loose control and give up? It felt incredible with him, something about that crazy Blonde drove him to his very limits.

Bakura sighed and leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and thought of the sensation just some minutes ago. Ingulfed in his thoughts, he didn't notice how much time passed. Reviewing the whole scene had made him remember, of why Marik didn't continue with his actions - he had a phone call. Bakura furrowed his brows "I am meeting Gabriel this night again." that's right, he was now with that foreigner. Bakura stood up, his heart beating very fast, shit he was so blurred by Marik's games, that he had forgotten the moron was going out again! How was he supposed to find him?

Bakura searched for his phone and quickly dialled Marik's number – it rang. And it rang and it rang, nobody answered – shit! He dialled again and again, waited for a minute and at the fifth time he hung up and squeezed the phone in his hand. Why is he not answering? He gritted his teeth, Marik was probably … probably … he closed his eyes, sleeping with that man already… He stood there, the phone in his hand – there was nothing he can do. Marik was with Gabriel and he had to wait till the Maniac called, or till he came back to the hotel, or work…

Bakura called himself a taxi and went straight to a bar, he didn't want to think of all this, of their night together, of Marik being with someone else now. He ordered scotch, his father used to drink that, or at least Ryou's father. The bartender put the small glass on a napkin and he observed it in his hand. The ambience light was reflection off of it, making it sparkle, as if it was made of diamonds. In this light it looked beautiful, mesmerising, flawless … " Bakura, what … just what did you do to me?" he remembered the Blonde, out of breath, blushing, his eyes narrowed full of passion, desire " I will never stop now!". He inhaled sharply, as his heart started beating quickly and gulped the alcohol down, ordering another one. He had to go to work tomorrow, but who cared now?!

He sat there till at least 2 a.m. looking every two minutes at his phone, but nothing came. He had a lot to drink and he was very dizzy in the head. Several men and women had approached him this night, buying him drinks, giving him lustful looks, offering him almost everything, but he rejected them. He was occupied, busy, no even engulfed with Marik.

His phone rand and he woke up with blinding headaches, fuck! He looked at the phone, remembering he was waiting for the idiot to call, but as he picked it up, he noticed it was just the alarm for work. He growled and turned it off, only to fall back into his pillow. His pillow? When did he come back home? He looked around, it was his room al right. Bakura sat in his bed, rubbing his temples – he had danced with somebody that night, but he couldn't remember with whom. And as that somebody made a move on him, he got mad and left the bar, calling for taxi – right and he went back to the hotel. But,… didn't he wait for Marik to call? He looked at his phone one more time, no missed calls, no messages.

Bakura stood up and since he had his clothes on, he went straight to Marik's room and nocked. He waited, nothing came he knocked again and again, he started to bang on the door "Marik, are you there?! Marik?!". He turned the door nob and it clicked open … he entered the it, the curtains were pulled to the side, sun light was illuminating the whole space.

He turned his head and looked at the bed. There he saw, the Blonde's hair peeking through the sheets. He was back, Bakura closed his eyes and supressed a smile – what was wrong with him? "Marik, wake up, it is time for work." He approached the bead and as no answer came, he pulled the sheets – a horrific image appeared in front of him. He was so surprised that he almost fell, as he took a step back, his heart raising. Marik was bleeding from …everywhere, from brutal cuts, his flesh ripped, his face and whole body was bruised. He was lying there lifelessly, his mouth parted, his chest was rising up and down almost unnoticeable. Bakura reached him with a shaking hand "M… Marik …" he had seen the Blonde in a bad condition, but this was a new level. He pulled the sheets completely away form him, very gently, since they were stuck to his bleeding flesh. He wanted to be sure, that Marik was complete, that nothing was cut off. Nothing! Everything was there. Bakura needed several moments to gather himself, he searched the bathroom for a towel and as he found one, he dipped it in warm water and started cleaning the naked Marik.

He gently wiped the blood and cleaned the wounds. Now, there he was, naked, again brutally beaten up by one of his clients, lying lifelessly in his bloody bed. Bakura kneeled before him and brushed the dried up hair aside, tracing his cheek "Marik, what happened…". This was getting out of control, he had to speak with Yamaguchi. Why was Gabriel allowed to see him for the whole night without a bodyguard? Bakura covered Marik with a spare blanket and called Kaiba "Marik is sick, he won't come to work for the rest of the week." He could literally feel how annoyed the Japanese was "tch, fine! You better show up, Bakura!" the line went dead.

Bakura turned to look at the Blonde once more, his heart ached seeing him like this – his whole being and character was such a contrast to this lifeless state. He gritted his teeth and dialled one more, wanting to talk to Yamaguchi.

"Ahh, I wondered, when you will call me, Bodyguard." A dark chuckle was to hear. "We have to talk Yamaguchi!" he didn't care of not being polite to his boss, he had to clear this situation. "But of course, let us meet tonight at 7 p.m. at the Kind of the Nile" Bakura's heart stopped, that was the place Marik had invited him last time… and after that they had a very passionate moment together. "So?" he focused back on the talk "yes, okay at 7 p.m.".

Bakura didn't ask himself of why Yamaguchi was here all of a sudden. It had to concern him actually, why was the Yakuza boss himself on a trip at exactly the same country they were in too? Millions of thoughts were racing on his mind. He had to concentrate, he wanted to save Marik from that Brute's hands, for that he had to know, just who Gabriel was and he hoped Yamaguchi would tell him that.

The restaurant was full with guests. He was led to one table, the Yakuza was already sitting on a half-circle bench, enjoying a glass of blood red wine. He looked like a vampire with his pale skin and black hair, his dark eyes observing everything carefully. "Ah, Bakura, please do sit down." He didn't make any signs of wanting to stand up and greet him, so he just sat down in front of him. "This is an excellent wine, you should try it." Bakura looked on the table, his glass was already prepared for him, the red fluid glowing deeply red in the light. He pressed his lips, he wanted to be sober for all this, he drank too much yesterday anyways. "Who is Gabriel?" Yamaguchi took a sip of his wone, his eyes narrowing. "Who is Gabriel… well it is actually quite the story, but first you drink your wine!". He looked at the man in front of him for several seconds and decided it is better to do so, so he took the glass and tasted the wine – it was exquisite indeed.

"Well, Gabriel is a very special person to me. He is my little brother." Bakura almost choke on his wine, what the fuck? The Yakuza leaned back, putting his glass down, closing his eyes "you see, my mother had died giving birth to me, so my father decided to marry anew. He fell in love with a French woman on one of his precious trips… " Yamaguchi opened his dark eyes, to pierce trough him "Jean Yamaguchi… and she gave birth to Gabriel Yamaguchi, he is five years younger than me, my precious little brother.". Bakura listen to the story, shocked to his core. If Gabriel was Yamaguchi's brother, there was no way he could ask him to leave Marik alone. "So tell me, Bodyguard, what do you want?" he inhaled deeply, what was he supposed to do? He had to stop Gabriel from ever hurting Marik again "I don't want Marik to meet Gabriel anymore.". The Yakuza boss observed him for several seconds and a dark smile appeared on his face "come next to me" he patted the space parting them. He figured, it is better to obey, so he sat next to the elder man. Yamaguchi leaned towards him to whisper in his ear "and just what do you want to give me instead, if I grant you this wish?" shivers went down his spine. Bakura looked straight in front of him, his eyes widened, his lips pressed together, what was he suggesting? Suddenly the Yakuza grabbed him by his hair, pulling his head down "I guess, you have noticed the little flaws of my brother. He gets obsessed quickly and once he is in this state, there is nothing one can do, nothing I can do." Bakura gritted his teeth, Yamaguchi was hurting him. "Do you think, I like him taking my puppy?" he turned his eyes to look at that pale face, he wanted to tell him to go and fuck himself, but before he did so, he was pulled into a kiss. "Umpf…" the elder men forced his tongue inside his mouth and explored it greedily. He tasted of wine and cigarettes. The kiss was deep and demanding, Yamaguchi was very skilful, using his muscles to give him goosebumps, sucking on him, plying with his lips. The need of breath made them stop eventually. However Bakura couldn't pull back, since the Yakuza was still holding him by his hair "he took my puppy and now I have nobody to play with, but you know what… " his dark smile appeared on his pale face again "you intrigue me as well.". His heart quickened its pace again, where was this going. The Yakuza buried his head in his neck and kissed it gently, making him shiver again, he closed his eyes – shit! In what kind of fucked up mess was he in again?! He felt a sting on the spot, he was kissed and he realised that Yamaguchi had sucked on his skin, till he left a mark on it. "You taste as delicious as Marik does, and I am sure, you can cry as sweetly as he does." Bakura couldn't breathe now, Yamaguchi had slept with Marik as well?! The Yakuza pulled on his hair even harder "ughh… ". He leaned towards him, his hot breath brushing against his face "consider of what you ask me, Thief! Marik will meet Gabriel, till he gets tired of him, but if you want to me to do something about it, you need to give something in return.". Bakura swallowed drily. "I can't promise, I will be gentle to you, but I can promise you, that I won't beat you up, or hurt you, I will only fuck you out of your mind." he chuckled in his ear, only to lick and nibble on it.

His hair was released and he could look at the Yakuza properly now. The elder man was very serious about that, but how could he be sure that he would keep his promise, if he slept with him? Bakura bit his lip "what are the conditions?". Yamaguchi looked at him amused, his eyes narrowed playfully "you are actually considering on doing this?". He leaned towards him, a strong parfum entered his nose "just what is he to you? Why do you care for him?". Bakura stared at the Yakuza, there was no answer for that… all he knew was that he hated seeing the Blonde in such horrible condition, he hated seeing him beaten up, used like a cheap whore, his so radiating character dead, his energetic body limp… "he is the one, I should keep an eye on." Yamaguchi chuckled "hmpf… well, if it is like that, you will have to sleep with me, every time Gabriel wants Marik!". Bakura looked at him in shock, every time? His eyebrows furrowed "this could take a lifetime.", "yes, but those are the conditions.".

The Yakuza rose, several men approached him "think about it, Thief, if he means so much to you.". With these words, he left him there in the expensive restaurant with his thoughts.

Somehow, he wished he was back in the old days, being the villain, the cunning Thief, who was sacred of nothing, who felt nothing but rage and endless thirst for revenge. He was such a fool back then, he thought that if he defeated the Pharaoh, all of his problems would just go away. He actually smiled to his stupidity. And now, he was here, with Marik, a man who confused him, who made him feel so different, a man he actually hated; he was trapped in this situation with dangerous people, who would not stop, if they didn't get what they wanted; he was on a crossline of selling his body for him… just because, just because, why? Bakura buried his face in his palms, something in him was already telling him, of why he was about to answer with "I accept the conditions." and this something scared him. he hadn't felt this something since 5000 years, why now, why him?