Disclaimer : I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh in any way. DAMN!

Notes : For the record, because Oge's particular review agitated me slightly. Just because I am mostly a Jou fan, that doesn't mean I don't like Seto unless he's with Jou. He is my second favorite character, then Malik, then Ryuuzaki, then Yami and so on. I just don't have a taste for many of the pairings I see Kaiba in, thank you very much.

Anyway, forgive my delayed update, I was somewhat stumped with the story there for a minute. Gotta press on and finish since I'm getting my writing mojo back. *gives a big cheesy grin*

Kiss My Hand At My Command

Chapter 11

By Reppa

Seto threw Jounouchi's game boy onto the kitchen floor with a loud clatter in his frustration, watching the toy break in two with a decent sense of satisfaction. That made him feel better after his fruitless searching. He'd most likely pay for it later, but he could always blame Malik. After all, how could he break it when he was bound up? The CEO smirked, having reign for the next few hours as he helped himself to some of the cold pizza in the fridge. He wasn't going to eat any cat food, oh no, no, no. It was the point where he could care less of punishment now.

While he lazed about, he gave his brother a belated call, informing him all was well and to check up on the small boy. Thank the Gods nothing serious happened as of yet. As he laid the phone back down, he sat back into the couch, leg propped over the other and arms folded over his chest as he pondered where else in the apartment he could search. He was getting that God card one way or the other. He had looked in Jou's room, the living room, the bathroom, the spare room, he had yet to look through the kitchen. But he doubted it was about. Then he wondered whether it was located in Malik's apartment nearby. It was a possibility he had neglected.

Tapping his chin with that thought, it almost struck him as retarded for him not to have thought of that in the first place. :I was too busy being a pathetic whelp under that mutt's heel…he'll be in for his own rude awakening soon.: The brunette noted to himself, smirking as he got up. He had taken notice that both the Egyptian and Yami had disappeared, and he figured the one was probably dabbling back at his own place for the time being. Where was it…it was either down the hall or downstairs. Either way, he could make it a quick trip to see as he padded to the front door. He just hoped no one else was roaming about outside.

He made to check, cracking the blinds to the front window before gasping in surprise and tumbling back, his sights greeted by a wicked blood red eye of someone just outside waiting. Kaiba coughed, nearly choking from the shock as he propped himself up on his elbow, settling the window with a hard glare, "What the hell are you doing out there?! Go away!"

The stranger outside could be heard shifting around and Seto was sure the person was making as though looking through the peep hole of the door, "I'm Bakura and I'm here for Malik. Let me in this instant."

The voice he heard was low and he recognized it from before, being the tomb robber personage Yami seemed to dislike to a great extent. Seto couldn't say he liked his manner any better as he shook his head, scowling, "No, and he's not here, so just leave."

"I think not, Priest. Now let me in or I shall invite myself in. And you won't like that idea, I'll make sure of it…" Now the tone was menacing, making the brunette tense. That wasn't good. And this was a thief, he'd get in one way or another. The threat he could sense didn't make the idea any more appealing, especially when he was alone at the time being. Seto ran through his mind what to do when he heard the white haired thief speak up again, "Are you opening the door or not, you prissy little harem whore?"

Harem whore? Where'd that bastard get off saying that? The CEO gnashed his teeth, bristling at the insult, "Go fuck a camel, you decrepit bastard!"

Bakura didn't seem to like the retaliation as the door shook from the force of an angered kick. Such an act didn't faze Seto until the door handle began rattling violently. Now he was sure the tomb robber meant business as he hustled to the back of the apartment. He was in no mood to deal with him while being naked like this. The front door gave way as soon as the CEO managed to lock himself in the bathroom, the light turned off as he sat perched behind the shower curtain. Grumbling to himself, he strained to listen while cursing himself for the redundant hiding spot. He chose it again and again though it wasn't all that great. But he was too used to hiding in a bathroom from when Gozaburo raised him, being the only place the man never looked.

The tomb robber could be heard cautiously prowling around, though he needed no stealth, his prey already knew he was inside. But Kaiba reasoned he was probably looking to see if what he heard of Malik being away was true. Unfortunately, he arrived all too soon at the bathroom door, seeming to have sensed where he hid. The door knob was shifted a little, tested to see it was locked before the white haired thief kicked it open as he had the front door. "Now…since I can't find Malik and that blond bastard isn't here for me to throttle, I suppose I'll have to take out my anger on your, now should I, Kaiba?"

"No…that's what punching bags are for…" The CEO replied, giving his a weary glare. He'd fight if he had to as he watched the tomb robber stalk up to him with a smirk. An all too frightening one at that.

"Oh, but punching bags aren't as pleasurable nor do they make wonderful noises of pain."

~*~

Thankfully, the bike ride towards the eastern section of Domino wasn't as bad as the Pharaoh had feared it would be. Though Malik did talk an excessive bit and he was ready to throttle the tomb keeper for rubbing back against him. Yami growled as their pace slowed when they neared their destination, "If you don't stop, I may have to hurt you.''

"The Pharaoh is so mean to the person he should be treating like royalty for all the anguish he went through for him." The sandy blond mocked a pout at him once they came to a stop, removing his helmet and shaking his hair loose. His commentary only got Yami to roll his eyes in response while they both dismounted the motorcycle in front of the Kawaii house. It was relatively small, but it was to be expected of a single mother and her daughter. Though Malik commented they could do better, what with the leftover funds of the Duelist Kingdom prize money Jou had given them.

Yami knocked lightly at the front door, waiting for a response that never came before Malik jumped forward and banged his fists on the door in a maniacal fluster. Now the Pharaoh was certain he'd have to kill him as the door swung open and a fairly disgruntled woman greeted them with a somewhat severe glare. It was Jounouchi's mother and she didn't seem all that pleased to see them, "May I help you?"

"Yes, we would like to speak to you about Jou…" Yami murmured, taking note as her lips tightened. She probably didn't want to talk about him from the looks of it. The king of games took a light sigh as he continued, "He's been strange and I think you may know something to help. I'm not too particular on talking to his father."

"Oh, who would be?" The older woman jested, turning and leaving the door open as she went back inside. The two took it upon themselves to follow, listening to her mumble under her breath as she went about dusting. She seemed quite fidgety as she rambled to them, "I'm not all too surprised if Jounouchi is acting strange, the boy never was right. Nothing but particular trouble for me, though I shouldn't be saying so in front of his friends…you aren't friends of Shizuka's are you?"

"Well-" Malik started to reply before she cut him off.

"I sincerely hope not, it's bad enough she spends so much time with him. I try telling her that she has better things to occupy her time than Jounouchi but she doesn't listen. She hasn't been listening, it's like she's becoming as troublesome as he is. It's because she's always around him, that's why…"

"Course she spends time with him, they're br-" The sandy blond was cut off again while Yami watched with growing agitation.

Ms. Kawaii turned wagging a finger at them, "They're only half siblings, Jounouchi isn't even mine. And I wish his father had never brought him home, it was pointless. How did he expect me to raise a child that wasn't even mine? Honestly!" She turned away, dusting hurriedly at the bookshelves as the two ogled at her. Half siblings?

"If you're not his mother that wh-"

Malik was given a disdainful glare from over the older woman's shoulder as he started to ask, "Disgusting. His own sister. It's a wonder I even stayed after that but it's true when they say love is blind and I was probably deaf as well!"

"Ma'm I believe we need to go…" Yami mumbled softly, seeing her ranting was getting a little worse. He wasn't interested in hearing anything else at the moment, grabbing his ally's elbow before rushing them out and leaving Ms. Kawaii to herself. The Pharaoh gave an exasperated moan once they were outside, "Gods, what the hell just happened back there??"

"We learned Jou's father cheated on her with his sister and his sister got pregnant with Jou and dumped him on them and from what it seems, the step mama back there hates Jou for it." Malik explained in a broad scope, grinning cheekily at the other as he took a seat on his motorcycle. He was a little surprised from what he heard, he hadn't thought it was something so…bizarre, but those sort of things did happen, "It's like…Jerry Springer or something. Maybe Jou has a head problem."

"After hearing that, I don't even want to think of what kind of head case Jounouchi can be…" The Pharaoh noted sourly, getting on behind him, "The only way we're getting all the details is if we ask him ourselves."

~*~

His head hurt and he gave a low moan, waking up slowly and looking around with bleary sight. Wherever he was, it was cold and dank. Kaiba gave a shake of his head before giving another moan. His arms were sore, and when he shifted, he realized he was painfully tied up and hanging from the ceiling. His arms were once more bound behind his back and attached to a harness straddling his hips which forced his legs apart slightly, bent forward with his feet barely planted on the ground. It was an uncomfortable position and his glare turned icy as he looked for the bastard responsible for this.

Said bastard was seated in a wooden chair, leg over the other as he smirked wickedly at the brunette, hands folded in his lap, "Looks like the kitty cat Kaiba is awake now. I noticed Jounouchi had a few toys he must have used on you, but I don't believe he used them to the effectiveness that he could have. But I can rectify that. I'll even help train you despite his stealing my Malik from under my nose."

"Where am I?!" Seto demanded, partial to seeing Jounouchi and his ruddy apartment again. The pit of his stomach felt cold as he listened to the tomb robber, disliking the whole idea. It spelt nothing but trouble and misery for him.

"The basement of my hikari's home. I refrain him and his parental units from coming in here, it's my lair. But I shall move myself to more appropriate surroundings later. And don't bother screaming, no one is home and even so, I'd make sure they wouldn't hear you." Bakura stood up, casually sauntering around the strung up duelist. He watched Kaiba shudder as his fingers trailed up along his thigh and gave a sadistic laugh at the yelp brought as his hand slapped against the brunette's backside harshly, "I haven't had dirty fun as this in a long time with you, Priest."

He didn't want to know, he really didn't as he grimaced, feeling the white haired thief fondling his buttocks in an unwelcome fashion. The brunette squirmed with an aggravated whimper, trying to kick back at the tomb robber but missing, "Stop that immediately!"

Bakura snickered to himself, backing off for the moment, "So bad, I need to fix that…" He disappeared from Seto's sight and the CEO could hear the loud sound of some jingling bells when the other returned, facing him with two heavyset attachable gold bells in hand. Kaiba wasn't able to wonder what he had planned to do with the trinkets before the tomb robber smirked, snapping the clips forcefully with one bell dangling from each of the brunette's nipples. Kaiba ground his teeth with a slightly teary moan to found back a shout of pain, they hurt a great deal and even more so when he began struggling. They were much heavier than he previously thought. Head thrown back with an amused laugh, Bakura cruelly bat at one, eliciting a moan from his prisoner, "My that must hurt…"

"Take them…take them off…" Seto croaked, squirming in pain which just got the thief laughing even more.

"I think not, and that's not even the half of what I have planned for you…"

End of Chapter 11