Disclaimer-Yugioh is not mine. It does not belong to me. I am so sorry for not updating this ficcie in so long. I have been very busy (not a good excuse) and I promise I will try to update this one as often as I can. Than you for all your reviews!

Malik wasnÕt sure exactly what to think about the depth of his loverÕs rage against the world. While he enjoyed challenging weaker opponents at Duel Monsters just to revil in their fear at seeing the monsters come alive before them, it was Bakura who gained much more satisfaction once Malik claimed their souls and their cards. Bakura was far from gentle when he would torment his victims before finally killing them. He liked them to see their own blood being shed, and the brutal ways Bakura went about it reminded Malik of a horrific bloodbath.
The only good thing that came out of BakuraÕs evil deeds was that it excited him greatly for their lovemaking sessions. One memorable time for Malik was right after such an event.
It had been a couple hours after they had ravaged yet another victim, and Bakura had gotten sick from the wretched taste of their newest preyÕs blood. He laughed in spite of his illness as Malik rubbed his back soothingly.
ÒWeaklings! I despite them all...none of them have as sweet blood as you do, master. How dare those foul creatures make me ill!Ó he exclaimed.
ÒI can make you feel batter if you will allow me.Ó Malik told him.
Reaching out to stroke his loverÕs soft hair, he brought his lips to his in a tender, passionate kiss. Bakura, not expecting such gentleness from his master, moaned into the kiss, slipping his tongue inside his masterÕs mouth to deepen the kiss furthur. This action only excited Malik more, as he pulled Bakura up against him. The two boys could not shrug out of their robes fast enough as the two of them took their time kissing and tasting each others bodies. MalikÕs hand fluttered down below BakuraÕs waist and he found that he was much more aroused than usual, considerably so.
ÒBakura...Ó Malik whispered.
Bakura smiled wickedly at him. There were no words needed between them as Bakura suddenly took control, giving his master a hard, fevered kiss. Malik felt his knees grow weak as Bakura forced him down to the ground, turning Malik so his back was pressed up against BakuraÕs chest. Malik winced as Bakura grabbed his manhood roughly, making him moan loudly as he stroked him to the edge of oblivion. Whimpering as BakuraÕs hand left him right on the brink, he cried out in pain as Bakura pernetrated him from behinf without preparation. This was obviously payback for the night Malik had drugged him, and BakuraÕs size difference made his rough thrusting even more painful than usual.
Mali arched his back towards his lover as Bakura leaned over him. He could barely hear his own pained cries over the loud groans of his lover as Bakura found his release, stroking Malik in time to his last thrusts. Bakura smiled again as he flipped his master over, finishing him off with the soft expert motions of his lips, mouth and tongue. The two boys kissed passionately as Bakura muffled his masterÕs satisfied maona. Exhausted from their intimacy, the pair held each other in the sand.
Only a couple hours later, Malik and Bakura were woken up from their sleep by a harsh laugh nearby.
ÒWhy am I not surprised to see a pair of street trash sleeping in each otherÕs arms? I think it would be in your best interest to get dressed and bow to me.Ó he told them.
Retrieving their robes, Malik turned on the intruder. ÒYou dare interfere in my time with my lover to tell me that we should bow to you? We bow to no one!!Ó Malik shouted.
ÒThose are strong words from someone that looks like he canÕt back them up. IÕm not afraid of you, degenerate. If you refuse to do as I say, I shall have to separate you and your partner for good.Ó he told them.
ÒYouÕll do that over my dead body!Ó Bakura shouted.
ÒFeisty. I like that. I can see from all the dead bodies nearby that the two of you have already done your share of destruction. I hope you do realize that I cannot allow criminals like yourselves to roam freely through Duelist Kingdom.Ó he told them.
ÒWho the hell do you think you are, speaking as though this was your land to rule? You cannot be Pharoh. You do not match his description.Ó Malik said.
ÒThis is true. I am not Pharoh Yama, nor do I wish to be. My name is Lord Kaiba. I am Lord YamaÕs rival and I hate the young pharoh with all that I am...perhaps the two of you might have some use to me after all. I could use some powerful allies on my side.Ó Lord Kaiba said.
Bakura smiled then. ÒWe have been looking for you. We were told that you were the top rated duelist in Duelist Kingdom. Ò he told him.
ÒWhat kind of duelist does what the two of you have done to these people? What is your reasoning behind such brutality?Ó Kaiba asked.
ÒWe donÕt need a reason to kill. We simply enjoy the feeling of snuffing out a life and I keep my partnerÕs bloodlust satisfied in this way. IÕm sure he would enjoy your blood as much as he has the others.Ó Malik said.
Lord Kaiba grinned. ÒI will kill the heathen before he can find out.Ó he told them.
Malik grinned too, revealing the golden staff. ÒI donÕt think so. With this item, I can command you with a mere whim, just as I have done to so many others.Ó he told him.
Lord Kaiba frowned. ÒI recognize that wretched item...it was one of the seven that the pharoh created for the goddesses. So, you are an itemholder, are you? Perhaps I can help you as much as you can help me. I know of where another item lies that is just as powerful as your Rod.Ó Lord Kaiba said.
ÒIf it is true that it is our power you seek, than I shall sell my master and I to you as slaves if you tell us where this item lies.Ó Bakura told him.
ÒYouÕre assuming that I would want you as laves, but you strike as interesting bargain. Very well. The Millennium Ring resides in the temple of the goddess of beauty atop the mountain that is just past this area we are in now. Bring the Ring back to me and I will grant your wish.Ó Lord Kaiba said.
Once he left, Malik turned on Bakura. ÒYou canÕt sell us as slaves to Lord Kaiba, Bakura. You are my property, you are my slave. I am the one that makes the decisions in this dynamic.Ó he told him.
Bakura frowned. ÒI guess I was under the false impression that since we were lovers and partners, that we were equals as human beings. Forgive me, master.Ó he said.
ÒNo. IÕm sorry, Bakura. It was me that was wrong. It was obvious that by bargaining with this Lord Kaiba that you wanted to lead us to the path we have decided to follow together. From this moment forward, letÕs make a promise to each other that no matter what happens to either of us, that we will retieve all seven items and share their power together.Ó Malik said.

Bakura shook his head. ÒShaking hands is no way to make a promise.Ó he told him.

Taking MalikÕs staff from his hand, he used the staff to make a small cut in both of his and MalikÕs faces. Licking the blood from MalikÕs wound, he told his lover to do the same.

ÒBlood red promises...are the only way to make a promise eternal. I love you, Malik.Ó Bakura said.

Malik smiled then, never having heard him say such things. ÒBakura...I love you too.Ó he told him.

TO BE CONTINUED...