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Aesthetic Persuasion

Tristan shifted the body he cradled in his arms. "Do you hurt him?"

"Not too terribly. You make it sound like I maim my other half." Bakura smirked, idly looking at the walls of the tower.

"You still hurt him though," Tristan pushed.

"It's good for him, and I enjoy it. Why do you concern yourself?"

"What?"

"What do you care?" Bakura expounded.

"Ryou's my friend," Tristan all but hissed. Who did this spirit think he was to ask him why? He shifted Mokuba again. The kid was getting heavier by the minute. What did Kaiba feed him?

"I'm quite sure…" came Bakura's amused reply.

"Mokuba, Ryou, and I are all getting out of here. All three of us, minus you, what ever you are." Tristan said, taking a step forward. The Shadow Realm shivered above and below them, but receded.

Bakura raised an eyebrow and regarded the brunette. "I'm not one for physical violence. But I am one to always strike a deal."

"You're a thief. Since when is 'compromising' in your job description?"

"Since now," Bakura replied evenly. "I will give you my word that Ryou will remain unharmed if you give me something in return."

"I won't give you Mokuba," Tristan growled and held the boy a bit tighter.

"You assumption skills leave much to be desired, mortal," Bakura said, walking in a circle around Tristan, who whipped his head from one side to the other in order to keep the tomb robber in view. "For once this is not for the gain of myself, but for a bigger plan. I fancy…a bit of…well, a partner, but in lighter terms."

"I'm not sure I get this," Tristan said.

"I want you. There. Simple enough for you? I want your body, and I want your body to do as I tell it, free of question and without disagreement. You would become, well, my sidekick, if you will. I want you to submit to that demand…" Bakura trailed off.

"…In exchange for Ryou's safety." Tristan finished slowly, looking straight out, almost as though he had already accepted it. He…he just had to do this. He could handle this spirit. Seriously, he told himself, he could do it. For Ryou? Sure, for Ryou. "I'll do it."

Bakura smirked. That was too easy, and he did love to play devil's advocate. "How do you know I won't lie?"

"Yeah, you're clever, but I think you'd keep your word," Tristan forced himself to say, trying to convince himself of what he had just said.

"You're either very optimistic or incredibly stupid," Bakura said. "Give me the boy."

At Tristan's guarded look, Bakura continued, "I have no reason to switch bodies now. Your deal was for Ryou, so the moment my other's loose you'll no longer be bound to me. Besides, I think you'll be easier to handle than a miffed Seto Kaiba."

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Bakura whipped through the hallways quicker than he had before, using his memory to recall where exactly all the turns had been made. His body tingled again, and Ryou's voice came floating through his mind.

You're going to put Mokuba back, right? His other's worried voice said.

But of course, little one. When have I ever broken a promise? The spirit sneered.

Ryou couldn't actually recall a broken promise, but he did mentally go over the entire conversation to make sure that there were no loopholes that his dark half could use to get out of the situation.

Why are you doing this?

Bakura paused for a moment as far as thinking went. Why exactly was he doing this? Well, for one thing, it would make Ryou happy, and with Ryou happy that meant less resistance to his plans no matter how morally corrupting they were, for another it would give him a bit of inside position on just what the Pharaoh and his little other were up to. Tristan was deeper in the friendship circle than Ryou.

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Tristan stood waiting against the same wall he had been waiting against for the last twenty minutes according to his wristwatch. The spirit had said that he would leave Mokuba in the care of the others and return shortly, and that so help him insert some Egyptian deity that Tristan had never heard of, he would kill him if he even thought of moving from this wall.

He heard footsteps on the steps below him, and forced himself not to move. But what if it was more guards? A flash of silver hair appeared, gradually building into the slender body of Ryou Bakura, only it wasn't Ryou. It was his other, and Tristan mentally chastised himself for never knowing the difference before now. The spirit was taller, if only by two or three inches, harder looking, and the hair was wilder.

Bakura was taking the steps two at a time, and he flashed a secretive grin at Tristan once they were on the same plateau. Yes, the hair was definitely wilder.

"I'm glad to see you waited, mortal." Bakura said, walking up to the other boy.

"Do me the small favor of calling me by my name."

Bakura raised a slender eyebrow and smirked. Taking a step closer, he slid his hand over Tristan's hip feeling the skin sweep under his palm. Tristan knocked the hand away in an attempt to keep the tomb raider at a distance, only to receive a glare for his efforts.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked hotly.

"Do not fight me." Bakura whispered, breathing lightly against the other's neck. The agreement was settled, but even if Tristan did turn back, Bakura was positive that he would take him anyway, with or without his consent.

Tristan swallowed. "I didn't know this was what you meant by 'wanting my body'…"

"I thought I had made it rather clear," Bakura said, and let his hand come back to the waist and slip up under the shirt where he felt smooth skin heat up under his touch.

"Do you rape Ryou, too?" Tristan asked, looking away, out over Bakura's shoulder, as though he thought that he could pretend it wasn't happening. He had to keep reminding himself that he was doing this for Ryou and Mokuba. Ryou would be hurt if he didn't go along with this, and Mokuba would, well, Mokuba was safe. Damn it, he really was just doing this only for Ryou…

"It doesn't have to be like this," Bakura whispered against the other's ear. "You could just enjoy it and not have to act like you don't want to."

"I don't want to."

"Of course you don't." Bakura sneered and then bit sharply at Tristan's neck. Tristan gasped slightly, but cut himself off as he snapped his mouth shut. Bakura shoved him against the wall and pulled the shirt over his head before Tristan could protest. Feverish lips attached themselves to sweltering skin and Bakura began his fun.

"And to answer your question: no. I've never touched him…like that. Not yet anyway." Tristan leaned heavily against the wall in an attempt to distance himself, but Bakura was insistent and there was no way he could get away from him. The contrast between Bakura's hot mouth and the wall's cool surface was doing little to distract him. Bakura's hands found themselves at his pants, where the material was undone and pulled away from slender hips.

"Stop…"

Bakura laughed, but paused and looked at the brunette's profile. Strong angular features proclaimed that his would-be lover would fight him, but there must be some breaking point. The tomb raider mused on this point. The other was proud, but not too proud. Perhaps if it was overly-enjoyable…

"Have you ever been with another man?" Bakura asked, making the question appear like he was asking if a store carried a particular brand of toothpaste.

Tristan stiffened but didn't respond. Bakura smiled to himself and wrapped his arms around the other's waist, effectively trapping his arms to his sides. Raising sculpted eyebrows, the tomb raider looked at his catch.

"Being a jock you must have grown quite used to painting such a lovely picture of yourself. You like girls…cheerleaders, perhaps? And hang out with 'macho' guys…But I would wager that this is not all true."

Tristan grunted and refused to meet Bakura's steady gaze. Bakura merely smiled and hooked one hand in the waistband of Tristan's pants and let the other enter them. Tristan's eyes widened but he held his ground and refused to give any other indication to the spirit. Bakura lapped at his neck, and cupped the other boy's semi-hard length.

Tristan bit his lip at the action, continuing to debate the situation at hand. He was doing this for a reason. If he went along with it Bakura would leave Ryou alone. He would use Tristan instead, and he knew he could handle it. He would rather be here than Ryou any day. He was strong enough.

Bakura's other hand was suddenly grasping the back of his head and Tristan hissed. The spirit hadn't said he would be gentle. Bakura pulled harshly on the hair indicating that Tristan should drop down to his knees on the stone plateau. Tristan reluctantly fell to his knees, wincing at the harsh contact with the floor.

"We'll go easy this time, then." Bakura said. "Undo them."

Tristan didn't argue with the spirit. The voice was too calm to actually be kind. It was deadly, void of emotion. The type a man exhibits before killing something or someone. He first undid the top button of the other's jeans, painfully aware of the hand in his hair. The zipper came down with a small whine, and Tristan worked the pants so that they rode low over the hips, exposing white underwear. Typical. Just what he figured on Ryou wearing.

Deep brown eyes watched for his reaction, but Tristan remained impassive. He lowered the ridge of the underwear and swallowed at the sight of another arousal. This was weird. He knew what the spirit wanted, had read about it, heard his friends talk about it, and dreamt about it himself. Bakura growled and pulled his head forward. Tristan pulled against the hand and instead nipped at the sensitive skin above the navel. He had to do this. For Ryou's sake.

Bakura's muscles tightened at the unexpected touch, and he let his grip loosen a moment. Tristan trailed a bit lower on the stomach, letting his tongue sweep over the soft skin. He reveled in the new touch of the other's skin, noticing everything from the faint taste of dirt and salt, to the smell of grass.. Evil or not, Bakura was still a beautiful spirit, and most people would probably admit it. Tristan had never been with another man, had thought about it, but told no one. His recent attraction to the snow-haired boy had frightened him, and even Joey knew nothing of the secret crush.

On impulse, Tristan let his mouth go a bit higher towards the waist and then he bit sharply, pinching the skin between his sharp teeth.

Bakura's eyes shot open as the pain shot through his lower abdomen. He gripped the other's hair forcefully and yanked the insolent boy to his feet, glaring at him. He wondered briefly if Tristan knew what his movement had mirrored. Animals would bite their mates on the stomach to show dominance over the other, as baring the stomach was considered a sign of submission. Bakura slammed the thought away from his mind and threw Tristan against the wall. He quickly closed his pants and reached forward to grab a stunned Tristan by the hair at the nape of his neck.

He twisted his wrist at an angle that was painful for even him, but did not lessen the pressure. Tristan squirmed in the spirit's grasp, his scalp was burning at the point where Bakura held his hair. Pinpricks of pain danced up the back of his neck, and he had to quell the urge to cry out at the pain.

Bakura held him to the wall and put his mouth to his ear.

"I will make you pay for that."

Stop! The world spun and slowed, but Bakura made sure that his grip remained firm on the brunette's hair, even as he slipped into the alternate plane.

What? Came his annoyed reply. Ryou approached him and stared into his eyes. Bakura glared back. He was doing this for a reason. He had worked too hard with Ryou to throw everything away on a risky lay with a headstrong albeit rather handsome brunette.

This has gone far enough. Hasn't he proven himself? Ryou asked desperately, looking out the Holographic Eye and into the room, where Tristan was still wincing in Bakura's arms.

Bakura thought for a moment. Not yet.

He felt his body fly forward and was suddenly holding Tristan in an even harder grip. He loosened it and looked at the boy.

Tristan gazed back, but didn't struggle. He was doing this for Ryou. He was taking this so that Ryou wouldn't have to. He felt the fear begin to pool in his stomach and repeated his purpose over and over again in his mind.

"Why are you doing this?" Bakura asked.

Tristan glared. "I told you. For Ryou."

"Does he mean that much to you?" Bakura asked, knowing exactly what he implied. Tristan looked into his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly through his nose.

"He means that much. I'd do anything to make it so you had to keep your hands off him…obviously." He finished, nodding his head off to the left, as though to imply the current situation as an example.

Bakura smirked. Excellent.

He leaned forward and let his lips brush the other's while his eyes remained locked with brown ones. He quirked his eyebrow and whispered seductively against the others lips.

"What if I told you he's fine. That he was perfectly okay with me, and that this was all a test?"

"I would call you a fucking liar." Tristan said evenly.

Bakura grinned and laid his head against the other, letting his forehead be caressed by the smooth, hairless skin of Tristan's chest. He grinned, he couldn't help it anyway. This whole thing was amusing. Suddenly he felt his stomach churn like someone was twisting the vital organs that made him what he was.

The dizziness wore off, and he knew that Ryou had separated from him. He looked up with hooded eyes to watch Tristan's gaze. Tristan was looking over his shoulder with a slack jaw and wide eyes. He felt the sudden intake of breath in the lungs of the boy and smirked again.

"Ryou?!"

Bakura looked over his shoulder, secretly loving the shiver that Tristan let out as his hair brushed the brunette's chest. He saw Ryou standing there with his hands behind him, probably clasping each other, as his boy was prone to do when he was nervous. Ryou nodded while shifting slightly from foot to foot.

Tristan's eyes seemed to shatter. The boy was based almost completely on pride and what others thought of him. The things he did mattered little if they helped no one. He looked away and off to the right again.

"Ryou, please go. I don't want you to see this." He was begging and he knew it and it made him sick. Tristan wanted to scream at Ryou to leave him and Bakura to this thing, but at the same time he wanted Ryou to tell him that it was all right and that he and the spirit were fine and that he wouldn't have to go through with this. This was what hurt the most. He was a coward and willing to back out.

"What if I don't want to leave?" Ryou's voice was calm, firm, and very quiet, as though he was afraid to trust his voice. Bakura watched his other over his shoulder. He was almost willing to say that he was proud of him.

Tristan turned his head slowly, his eyes wide with misunderstanding and confusion. Was he was a pervert or had Ryou just asked to watch? The lighter half pushed onward, taking a step forward.

"What if I want to watch or…help?"

To Be Continued…