"Forgive me, young master, but I'm afraid I don't know how you are going to manage to hide your newly acquired servant from your father's prying eyes. You know how he feels about you and Isis leaving the safety of our village." Rashid told him.

Malik turned on him then. "Don't you think I ever get tired of hearing about my father's wrath if I should get a taste of any other kind of lifestyle?! I hate that Shadi for controlling my family and I. With his threats, tormenting with a future he claims to see. I hate Shadi, I hate my father, I hate Isis, and I hate you! I would be content to leave here with Bakura and make a new life for myself." Malik said.

"People like you are all talk." Bakura said.

"Did I tell you that you could speak?" he asked him.

"I don't need your permission. I have yet to see any of my masters ever achieve anything better than what he was already. People like you reveer your lifestyles too much to leave them so easily." Bakura stated.

"I could leave without blinking an eye. My family means nothing to me. Since you have pledged complete loyalty to me, I have no doubt that the two of us would be better off on our own." Malik said.

"I have to admit I would like to have my freedom back, even if it is in service to you. I have ambitions of my own that I wish to fulfill." Bakura said.

Malik smirked at him. "You wish to find the one you shall love?" he asked.

"That is furthest from my mind. No, there are things you do not know about me, master Malik. I am a thief, a tomb robber, and a stealer of souls. I have been hunted by the pharoh's royal guards since I was a child for my crimes against humanity. I had killed others strictly for my own pleasure and consumed their life's blood for energy. I have an insatiable blood lust that fuels my need for death." Bakura said.

"And this information is supposed to interest me? I have already been witness to what you can do to someone if you so desire, and all I want from you is to obey whatever I command from you. I don't fear you either, Bakura. Despite what you have done, you have value to me as a servant. From this day forward, the only thing that counts in your life is your servitude to me." Malik said.

"I have already pledged my life to serving you, master Malik, but I can never forget my past. It will always be a apart of me." Bakura said.

Feeling the tension in the room, Rashid stood outside his master's bedroom door as Malik stood staring at Bakura. This was a side of Bakura he hadn't seen before, an almost soft, tender side who he almost felt sorry for. Depsite his experiences, Bakura must have had a very hard childhood to be so broken by the reality of his situation. He walked over to his new slave and knelt before him, touching his face with his hand. Bakura's dark brown eyes met Malik's light amethyst ones for a moment.

"What are you doing?" Bakura asked.

"I'm sorry. I know how it feels to be unhappy with your situation." Malik said.

Bakura slapped his hand away.

"I don't want or need your pity, master." Bakura said.

Before Malik could respond, Rashid returned with the news that his father and sister were calling him to breakfast. Frowning at his despondent slave, he told Rashid to stay behind and watch Bakura while he had his meal.
Later on that day, after both Rashid and Bakura had been fed and sent to do chores for their master, Malik searched through his collection of essential oils and supplies to find what he was looking for.

I can't believe I almost felt sorry for that pale haired heathen, Malik thought. For everything he had done to others over the years, Bakura deserved to be treated like the street trash he was. What surprised him, however, was why he even wanted to keep him at all. He had already attacked him once, leaving a huge gash in his neck that he could barely explain to his father. He had become more obident, but only because Malik had promised not to abuse him.

I should be the one making the rules, Malik thought, I refuse to feel guilty for how I plan to punish him tonight. Because of him, I created discord with my father and sister, and my slaves must know who the boss is.

Finding what he was looking for, he mixed the two substances together, a concotion of a very light poison and a strong herb that would paralyze his victim and make him very groggy. I want him to be awake and his eyes to be open when he recieves his punishment, that way he'll realize I mean business.

Once he finished the potion, Rashid gave him the glass of wine that he had smuggled into Malik's bedroom for him. He also handed his master the leather ropes he had requested, reminding his adopted brother with a look that he was to spend the night outside his room and not return until he was told he could. I have such wicked plans for you, Bakura. After tonight, you will never defy me again...
Bakura couldn't fiqure out why his master was all of the sudden being so nice to him. Before his nightly bath, Malik had given him some of his own robes to wear and had prepared his bath with comfortably hot water as opposed to the usual lukewarm water.

The bath by itself was an unusual experience. Malik bathing him was not strange, because he had done so on the day he had been brought home, but the tension between the two of them while he did so was. Neither spoke a word as Malik washed Bakura, leaning in close enough to feel his breath against his neck as he was told to sit up so he could wash the parts of his body that were concealed by the water.

Malik was surprisely gentle as he carefully cleaned his slave, Bakura not allowing himself to respond to his master's feather soft touches. It was Malik was trying to seduce him without even knowing it, and he almost shook with the need to show how much he enjoyed his master's attention.

A few of his masters had tried to touch him in such a way, but they had always been so harsh towards him and he had ended up killing them in the end. He had not felt that way with Malik, he almost wanted his master to touch him. His gentle carresses almost made him want to weep and somehow his body felt ready to respond as well. He gasped inwardly as Malik told him he could get dressed and go to sleep. He was sleeping again in his master's bed as he had done the night before and made no sound as Malik sat down beside him.

"Bakura, I have something for you?" Malik said.

"What is it, master?" he asked.

He held out the glass of wine for Bakura to take. "This is for you. I want you to drink it. It will help you sleep." Malik said.

Remembering the pact that they had made, Bakura decided to trust his master and downed the wine in just a few gulps. Malik smiled and laid down in bed, Bakura lying down as well.
Bakura woke up in the middle of the night in almost a dream like state. He felt almost dizzy and very weak, and his vision was very blurred. He found that he could barely move at all and started to panic. What is wrong with me, why can't I move and why do I feel so ill, he wondered. His eyes widened as he looked upon the blurry vision of his master Malik and squeezed his eyes tightly closed against his blinding sickness.

"Master Malik, what is happening to me? I feel like I'm dying." Bakura said.

Malik smirked. "That wouldn't surprise me. I've had a lot of slaves die of mysterious illnesses over the years. I'm surprised that Rashid is still with me." he told him.

"Master, I told you I wasn't afraid to die, but if I do, I want to go with dignity...I'm sorry that I attacked you that time. I was angry and scared and felt as though I had to defend myself before you attacked me." Bakura said.

"That is all in the past, Bakura. I have told you more than once to forget about that." Malik said.

Bakura opened his mouth to respond, but found that he was getting weaker and felt even more lightheaded. Malik smiled and took the leather ropes in hand, typing Bakura's wrists together over his head. Bakura gasped weakly as Malik leaned over him and breathed on his neck, moving his hands to Bakura's borrowed robes.

Pulling the material down to his slave's waist, he gingerly ran his hands over Bakura's neck, shoulders and chest, causing goosebumps to rise all over his skin. He noticed that Bakura's face was very flushed now and his eyes were closed. The sensation of touching the weaker teen in suh an intimate way reminded him of the way he had felt when he had ran his hands over his sister's almost exposed firm, soft breasts and he quietly moaned to himself from the thought.

Bakura too, in his haze, was responding to their intimacy against his will, arching his body up against Malik's hands. He looked down at Bakura's face and especially his lips, which were slightly parted. He leaned down furthur and barely brushed his lips against Bakura's, resisting the urge to deepen the kiss.

Instead, his hands returned to Bakura's robes, taking them off completely. Taking a moment to take off his own robes, he pressed his bdy against Bakura's, moaning in pleasure from the delicious friction their bodies created. He pulled Bakura against him, his hands exploring the curve of his back and grabbing his backside roughly.

With this action, Bakura's eyes opened and he looked up at Malik. He smiled at his captive and grinned when Bakura's hips bucked up against his hand as he reached down to stroke Bakura with a firm grasp. He moaned quietly against this sudden contact, afriad he would be punished if anyone heard besides the two of them. Malik looked at him in surprise as he saw tears spring up in the corners of his slave's eyes.

"Why are you crying, slave?" Malik asked.

"Forgive me, master, it was not my intention. I was just afraid, that's all." Bakura said.

This surprised Malik. "Afraid? Of what?" he asked.

"I'm afraid of what I know you're doing because somehow I really want you to do these things to me. No one has ever made me feel the way you are right now. I do not want you to punish me for saying this, master, but I want you desperately." Bakura moaned.

Malik smiled at him. He was more aroused at this moment that his eyes met Bakura's then he ever imagined he could be. He saw the trepidation and need in his slave's eyes and it made his heart ache. He no longer wanted to punish his servant, but rather show him how much he wanted him as well. He had never been with another and he wanted their first time to be special. Bakura nuzzled his wrist as he softly ran his fingers through Bakura's long white hair.

"I want you to beg me, slave. Beg me for what you want me to do to you and maybe I will indulge you." Malik smirked.

He knew that his weakened servant was way too proud to beg him for anything, so it made tormenting Bakura even more enjoyable by the moment. Despite this, his need was getting much stronger by the moment and he knew giving Bakura what he wanted was the ultimate way of gaining control over his drugged captive. Grabbing a handful of Bakura's hair, he held a hand over his slave's mouth as he forced him up onto his knees with his back to him. Bakura's eyes widened when he realized Malik's intention and was too weak to resist him.

Sitting up on his knees bhind Bakura, he took a moment to place his hands on Bakura's trembling stomach to steady him as his other hand reached down between his legs to touch him with long, heavy strokes. Bakura bit his lip to keep from crying out and then he threw his head back as he felt Malik press into him viciously without preparing him.

For the both of them, the pain was intense, more for Bakura than for Malik. Malik threw back his head as well, daring Bakura to scream out in pain as he thrust deep and hard inside of him, feeling Bakura move up against him. He grabbed Bakura's hips roughly as the two boys echoed each other's intense moans in the heat of their passion for each other.

Malik nearly screamed as he felt Bakura tighten up on him even more as he found his release, not allowing the slave his pleasure. Pushing the teen back onot his back, he looked into Bakura's eyes as he saw how much his slave wanted him.

"Master..." he whispered.

"Beg me, Bakura, and I'll give you what you want." Malik said.

He reached down between them and touched him, Bakura arching up his hips to Malik's hand. He panted out loud, his lips inches away from his master's.

"Please master Malik, I want you...I need you to touch me, to make me yours. I cannot stand you tormenting me any longer." Bakura said.

Malik smiled at him as he moved down below Bakura's waist and took the teen's manhood fully into his mouth. Bakura cried out from the sensation, fisting his hands into his master's hair as Malik carressed his most sensitive area with his lips and tongue. Malik did not attempt to pull away as he felt his slave coming close, and reviled in Bakura's loud sigh as the teen found his. Returning to face his servant, Malik couldn't help but want to kiss the lips of his lover. Bakura returned the kiss in force, the two boys losing themselves in an intense, passionate kiss that knew no end.

As the two boys fell asleep in each other's arms, Malik realized that by wanting to punish his slave, he had actually done the opposite. He had intended to drug and rape Bakura against his will, but he had ended up wanted him as much as Bakura had. He was confused by these new feelings he had for Bakura. Sighing as he closed his eyes to go to sleep, all he knew is that Bakura meant more to him than just a slave, but he wasn't sure exactly what...