Thank you my wonderful reviewers. My inspiration comes from all of you. Yeah, I know this fic is kind of violent which is one of the reasons it is rated R, but it is not as violent as other ones I have read. That was my intention to have the story that way. I mean it is hard to write these two as fluffy characters. Maybe because I wdon't see them that way, but I like reading stories where they have a softer personality, as well. I'll read any stories that have Mariku and Bakura in it as long as it is not jumbled together. I am still deciding if I should make this into a death fic or not. This story is challenging to write and it takes me a while to come up with details and anything.

Discalimer: Yugioh does not belong to me. I don't know how many times I have said that.

Chapter 13

Confrontation

Yami Bakura noticed that Yami Malik was still transfixed to the Millenium Rod and he still had the knife in his left hand. The blonde psycho absently slid the blade in the midddle of the pillow where the soft feathers began to poof out and blow onto the floor as the spirit laughed at what he had just accomplished. This began to annoy the ring spirit as he hated when anyone took his toys and then used them in despite just to anger him. He did not want the other spirit to dull his blade and he was tearing his bed apart and he did not want to sleep on the floor on account of Yami Malik.

"My weapon is not a toy so you had better hand it to me before you ruin it." Yami Bakura sneered as he jumped on the bed and tugged on the other's wrist hoping to break his grip on it.

"No, I like this weapon." Yami Malik replied darkly as he forced him back.

"If you like it so much then you wouldn't mind if I take your Millenium Rod." The silver haired spirit smirked as he snatched the Millenium Rod from the platinum blonde whose eyes turned red with envy.

"Give it back or I will kill you." Yami Malik's eyes suddenly sparked to life as the yellow energies began to lock the other yami in place to his dresser. The pressure was crushing him to the wall where now he became stuck.

"Not this again.." Yami Bakura struggled with all his might, but he knew as long as the millenium's power had focused on him he could not break the control with his own item.

He remember this move as it happened in a different room when he had confronted the other with Malik when Yami Malik was going to kill Rishid, but this time the tomb robber was alone and his back was thrust into the wall.

"How will you be a good slave?" Yami no Malik cackled as the smirk did not leave his face. He ambled forward and put his finger on the rainder's chin as if trying to look through his soul; doing his best to read him.

"Slave?" Yami Bakura replied with hatred. Almost forgetting about the game they had played in the alley and that he was now conned as one, the thief looked away and was angry with himself that he had once thought that the other would take a hint. He did not want that. This did not sit well with the robber nor did it even think of him as person.

"You are my slave. If you want to be lover then a slave is better fit for you." Yami Malik answered sarcastically as he trailed his hand along the raider's bare chest and stomach.

"I would rather die than ever be YOUR slave, asshole. Don't you ever wonder why I think we wouldn't make a good couple?" Yami Bakura narrowed his eyes as he bore his fangs as if trying to bite the psycho's hand that was traveling lower.

"You rejected me and I don't take rejection very well. Any mortal that comes up against me is dead in a matter of minutes. You ,however, had intrigued me." Yami Malik the licked the other's lips and was about to force his tongue down the the other's throat when he pulled away.

"Listen idiot, we wanted to kill each other. Enemies do not become lovers. I don't have feelings for you at all. My body has only betrayed me and that makes you think that I like you."

Yami Malik looked at the spirit with shock, but only laughed. For some reason eh wasn't buying it. He could tell the other was lying through his teeth.

"The dark mind thought that you had something for me. That is why he tried to kill you."

"You mean Zork? He is part of me, but I control that part."

"You are only rejecting me because you are afraid. I can see it in your eyes. You should knkow that I favor darkness and loneliness. Your fear is just going to urge me to do something more to you." Yami Malik took off the energy which caused the other to fall smack on the floor, face first.

"What the hell do you want with me if it isn't death? Sex?" Yami Bakura rolled his eyes and began to walk towards the chair where the tv was located. He flopped on it and eased his fingers onto the remote control.

Yami Malik shook his head as he made his way to the chair and flipped it down as the yami fell backward onto the rug with the other clinging to the leather chair, but slid backwards. This freaked out the spirit as he tried to get to his feet as he felt like prey for the preditor. Yami Malik balanced his hands to the arm rest and looked at the other slyly from upside down. He had the dagger in his mouth between his teeth, but then accidentally let it slide out of his mouth; the dagger nearly hit the other's face. He flinched and put his arm up so it wouldn't make contact with his face. It only pierced his skin and only signs of agony surface from Yami Bakura's sense that enjoyed having his skin pricked again.

"I don't want your body or a one night stand." Yami Malik continued looking at the other who tried still to scramble out of the position he was forced into. "On the battle ship when we were dueling I was intending to kill you, but that you matched my moves and I saw something else. You weren't bothered with my strategies at all. I gave you credit for that…"

"Don't speak about our duel. I am still trying to forget about it. It is the reason I wanted to kill you in the first place." Yami Bakura sighed as he felt his heart beating faster as he touched Yami Malik's chest trying to force him off, but withouth knowing his other hand was traveling somewhere else and it touched a sensative area. He blushed uncharacterstically for his curiousity.

"Because you lost. I never thought of you as a sore loser." The spirit of the rod then froze a bit as his eyes widened and a smile began to spread in a mischievious matter. "The spirit of the ring is getting fiesty." Yami Malik smiled grabbing the hand and licking the fingers as he began to pull them back in an ackward angle.

"Ow…you didn't mind before." Bakura bit his tongue to not scream out as he felt the near bruises and redness in coloration and twisting and almost breaking point of the fragile bones as the psycho continued to pull fingers back with glee.

"I'm not distracted, am I? Besides, you were exploring sacred territory." Yami Malik pointed his finger at the other in a playful act as if scolding him.

"You are no fun. Why are you doing this now?" Yami Bakura then felt the other grasp his other hand in his own and squeezed it harder before letting the other pull away.

"I've decided. I'm not going to let you control me. Since it would be pointless to kill the other because we would just end up getting the other back from the shadow realm. I have decided that we should be secret lovers. As long as you do as I say I will not punish you."

"There are circumstances where I won't." Yami Bakura squeezed himself away from underneath the other yami who glared at him.

"Confrontation towards me will foce me to handle you roughly in any means necessary. You do knkow I can deal more pain than you could ever handle."

Sorry it was a short chapter. The next one will be longer. Please review.