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

Notes : Rawr, I'm well aware that the 'pretty rape' sucks ass. I'm never good with those scenarios, as I rarely write them...this being my first, I think. Gomen. O-o And I am out of my writer's block now, so this'll be finished quite soon, I want this wrapped up. Then when I finish the chapters, I may go back for some tweaking and modifying to make it it's best. And it's in debate again whether there's to be a follow-up where Kaiba turns the tables on Jou before any real relationship happens, which I'm sure a lot of people would like. So if I get more than 10 responses in interest on a sequel, I'll probably do it.

Kiss My Hand At My Command

Chapter 12

By Reppa

He was ready to run over a few punk kids with Malik's bike at this point. Jounouchi scowled, crouching down to further examine his apartment's front door. There were reasonable sized footprints and the wood was fairly splintered, signifying someone really wanted inside, though he couldn't understand why. But the size of the foot print was a bit big for any of the kids he had in mind. Part of his mind pointed at his father, making him scowl. Grunting, he stood up fully, opening the door despite the damaged knob. His brows furrowed as he stepped in with caution, looking for whatever sign there was of Kaiba. That was his main concern, he hated to think his dad broke in and rose hell seeing a naked teen about.

Though after some considerable searching, he couldn't find much of a trace. That was definitely not good. The first place he looked was the bathroom, where he found the door there damaged as well and found the small room empty of his kitty cat. Right, well, that settled it. Someone didn't come in for something, they came for someone. And when he thought of it that way, knowing his father had no use of a person if he could make some fast cash raiding something, he gave a furious growl, thinking of one particular tomb robber he'd seen earlier skulking around the apartments, "Rah, you son of a bitch!!"

"Oh…I bet Kaiba bit him…." A voice laughed from the next room as he glared from around the corner of the hall to see Yami and Malik standing in the living room. The Pharaoh gave him a condescending look while the sandy blond smirked in amusement, "So did he? Did he bite you?"

"How can he bite me when he isn't here?!" Jou bellowed, stomping his foot and looking ready to have a vein burst from his forehead. He'd throttle the thief when he got his hands on the bastard's neck, "Your stupid boyfriend broke his stupid ass into my stupid place and fucked up my stupid doors and stole my stupid cat!"

"I'll agree everything in that statement on stupidity is right, but Bakura is not my boyfriend!! He's my stalker!!" The Egyptian wailed back, fists shaking as he was tired of people constantly saying he was with Bakura. It was quite the opposite and Yami raised a brow at him as he watched the other throw a temper tantrum, "And why would he kidnap Kaiba? He doesn't like him, he thinks he's a prissy bitch!"

"Kaiba is a prissy bitch and he'd take him because he hates me for supposedly stealing you!" The taller blond snapped, finger poking Malik in the chest as he growled. "Now where would Bakura go with him??"

"Why would I know?!?!"

As the two yelled at each other, Yami massaged his brow, feeling rather irritated. He left them to their squabbling as he took up the cordless phone and dialed his hikari's number. All he needed to do was find Ryou and he'd find out where Kaiba could be. Giving his head a disgruntled shake, he glared back over at the blond, "This is all your fault, Jounouchi."

"What!?" Jou whirled away from his argument to stomp towards the Pharaoh, "What do you mean by it's my fault?!"

"If you acted as mentally stable as we thought you were, you wouldn't be hanging around Malik, making disturbing bets with Kaiba, having said Kaiba running amuck in your apartment naked, and pissing off a sadistic tomb robber bastard who could be doing Gods' know what to Kaiba at this time being!" Yami roared back, the blond fairly caught aback with a slightly flushed face. Then an unsettling silence hung in the air before a timid, drowned out voice caught their attention.

"Um…Jou…? Is, ah, there something wrong…??" It was the Pharaoh's turn to get a little red in the face as he answered his hikari, much to Yugi's relief, "Yami, what was all that shouting? And what have you been up to?"

"There is a problem, aibou, we need to find Bakura, so in therefore, we need to speak to Ryou. Do you know where he could be?" His brows shot up, hearing what sounded as someone exiting the apartment with the slam of the front door. When he looked, he only saw a somewhat surprised Malik standing there, hands folded behind his back, "Where'd Jou run off to…"

All he got in response was a shrug as he started cursing in a variety of choice Egyptian terms.

~*~

Part of the torture was probably making him hang here, at least a brunt of the time he was stuck in the basement was just an agonizing wait. Hopefully he'd be found shortly, Seto had no wishes to go through what the tomb robber had planned for very long. He chewed his lower lip with a moan, trying to shift in the bindings while keeping conscious of the damnable bells hanging from his chest. His arms ached as did his hips, and he had to bend his legs at the knee, the muscles growing sore.

"Damn it all…when I get out of here, not only is Jounouchi dead, but so us that bastard who tied me up here!" The brunette growled in a feral manner, snarling as he had a fit of twisting in the binds. But he regretted that, biting his lower lip as pain lanced his breast. Not a good idea, but he couldn't help it.

"You make such a nice noise when you do that…please, do it again." Down came Bakura, a bundle under his arm as he gave the other his most sinister smirk. Kaiba wasn't fazed in the least, or so it appeared. It was fine, the tomb robber liked them to be fiesty and strong willed, it would just give him more fun in breaking all that spirit. "Tell me, I bet you've gone through a good bit with the mutt, as you like to call him, and you're still your arrogant self."

"I haven't lost face in front of anyone save the mutt and your psychotic little whelp, save them, no one else and I'll be damned if I'm embarrassed with you at all." He regretted the commentary he had made to Malik when the white haired thief growled, grabbing one bell and giving it a vicious pull, but he ground his teeth and bared the pain, not aiming to give him any satisfaction.

Bakura smirked, still miffed from what he said, "So it seems you're good on what you say, but I'll change that, I assure you. I'll do what no one else can and turn the great Seto Kaiba into a mewling little pussy cat at his owner's feet just like you enjoyed making Jounouchi the puppy at yours."

Well, that sounded ironic. Part of Kaiba was even regretting for a moment the whole tangent he did on Jou being the whimpering dog, but only for a moment when he remembered the few days of hell he'd been put through. All in all, it was nothing but payback, and it was a repeating circle. Jou paying him back, Bakura paying Jou back through him, and the CEO intended to have the last laugh and make the mutt pay him back. But whatever plans he had in mind to make the blond suffer needed to be on hiatus while he was in the thief's hands.

As these thoughts ran through his mind and Bakura's devious words sank in, Seto remained silent as he watched the other circle, looking like he was doing last minute inspection before he went into anything. He felt the white haired yam's hand comb slowly along the inner thigh of his right leg, fingers brushing against the more sensitive portions of his body causing him to shudder slightly.

Bakura smirked, removing his hand, the bundle under his other arm being set on the ground behind Kaiba's feet. The brunette bent his head down to see what he was up to now, watching him draw out a pair of ankle cuffs and pulling a long wooden rod from nearby. The CEO felt ready to panic, wondering what he could possibly do with them as the ankle cuffs were fastened into place, attached to either end of the pole forcing his legs spread. Now he couldn't lift one foot to kick back, lest he unbalance himself or even put more strain on his already sore arms.

Now he felt completely helpless, unlike anytime before, and it was a feeling he definitely disliked to a great extent. He sucked in a gasp, feeling the tomb robber go to work as a pair of hands ran up along the back of his thighs, just stopping beneath his ass. Kaiba breathed unevenly, feeling something wet and wriggling worming it's way into his tight opening. Now this was all out violation and he writhed, Bakura's tongue taking it's time as it explored this new area of the flesh and Kaiba rasped, "Stop it…"

He was a little surprised, feeling the moist tongue remove itself from him as did his hands move away, but he didn't bother to relax, knowing something else was to come. And something did come, something hard and smooth forcing it's way into his rectum, not stopping as it slowly and painfully filled him before the pressure of entering finally ceased. Whatever Bakura put into him was still there and he wasn't aware what it was until a noticeable vibrating sensation hummed in his hips, raising another bout of squirming. The bastard stuck a damn vibrator in him.

The tomb robber gave an entertained chuckle, rounding to stand before him, "If you can keep that in you until the timer stops, I'll take the bells off…so don't let it fall out now."

How cruel, and even more so when the thief started pulling the set of bells, adding more misery. Kaiba screwed his eyes shut, biting his lips as he fought to keep the device in, clenching best as he could. If he could get rid of the bells, it would make it all easier for him. He fought back any moans that wanted to escape due to the pleasurable vibrator, in no way letting Bakura get his kicks from this twisted game he was playing.

"My, you are a strong one, aren't you?" Bakura laughed evilly as he took note of the hateful glare he was giving, tugging on the bells to agonize the brunette even more. It had been some time since fun like this, though Malik hadn't liked the time when he had been introduced to his idea of entertainment. Neither did Kaiba so it seemed, but he didn't care, watching him struggle with the anguish he was going through while keeping the vibrator in place. Then he grimaced in displeasure, the timer setting off and the toy's power cutting off, letting the CEO relax his hips with a weary moan. He was given an expectant look, but Bakura just smirked, letting go of the bells and moving back a little, "Now just because I said I would, doesn't mean I'd actually do so."

Seto shook slightly in his indignation, mostly knowing better but one could have only hoped. If he could be free, he'd kill him! His ire made the other snort in amusement once more, his chin being cupped to force his head a little higher. With a growl, he bit at the hand touching him which snapped back to avoid the attack. No matter what, Bakura just seemed to continue chortling in enjoyment, "You had best be good or I'll throw the pony gear on you and go for a ride."

All Kaiba could do at the time being was growl as the tomb robber's tongue trailed lazily up along his flushed cheek, wincing as a handful of his hair was clutched and said tongue found it's way into his mouth. He would have bitten of the hungry pink flesh if he was sure it wouldn't end with dire circumstances that could end up killing him or making him endure even worse tortures.

~*~

Otogi had to admit, he was surprised when Jounouchi came storming into his shop, looking quite livid as he stalked up to the raven haired teen. The blond let his hands rest on the counter in a more calm fashion, brown eyes half lidded, "You've talked to Bakura, aside from Ryou you know the most about that twitchy little freak. Right?"

"Ah, yeah." The dice duelist gave a short laugh, only a short laugh as he took in the leer he got from the other, "Um, why?"

"He's taken you to his little getaway once. You told me about it, the only place he really goes…where is it?"

He found that an odd question, wondering what was going on. Scratching his head idly as he figured it wouldn't be in his best interest to ask but he probably would either way, Otogi shrugged, "In the basement of Ryou's house. Always says he'll get a better place, but I haven't seen that yet. I mean, why do you want to know?"

"Little fucker stole something important to me. My cat and I'm getting him back and making that little bugger pay with a black eye along with a few other physical injuries!" Jou scowled, leaving Otogi to blink in confusion behind him, trying to piece together what Bakura would need to steal a cat from the blond for.

Then he frowned. "Since when did you have a cat?" He mumbled to himself as the shop door slammed shut.

End of chapter 12