Authoress' Note: Just reposting until I put up the new chapter.
Yugi's violent objections echoed through the spirit's mind as he strode purposefully away from the house.
"YAMI! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"This." said the dark one as he doubled back.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bakura's voice was low and dangerous, but Ryou was unimpressed.
"I was doing what you were too stubborn to do, idiot. Your stupid little "crushing the pharaoh purely with your inflated ego" fantasies almost cost us Tea. And I for one want to get some ass."
Bakura chose to ignore his light's indelicacy for the moment and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a theatrical sigh.
"What have I done to deserve being saddled with a host who is incapable of understanding the patently obvious? Once Yami realizes that you were "persuading" his darling wife with our Ring, which he undoubtedly will, he'll come trotting back here to kill us."
Ryou smirked. "Perhaps, my dear Bakura, it was the raping and pillaging. And why should he have noticed when you almost didn't? Did you really think you're that charming?"
The spirit of the Ring longed to throttle Ryou, but he was right. He had been so caught up in his desire for Tea that Ryou's none too subtle coaxing hadn't registered with him until several minutes after the fact. As soon as he grasped what he had done, he burst in on Ryou, seething. Bakura couldn't summon a retort, so he remained silent and glared at his counterpart.
Ryou countered with an artificially bright smile. "What have you been doing with her during our lovely conversation?"
"Just petting. I needed my brain to concentrate on yelling at you."
"Oh, but that shouldn't matter. You've been thinking with your dick for weeks."
"But why did you leave? Who knows what he could have done to Tea while we were gone." Yugi's voice was tight with tension.
"We have to let him get comfortable, let him think he's won. He almost did…" Yami shuddered. "If you hadn't noticed what Ryou was doing…"
Yugi had been especially attuned to the nuances of the Millennium Items, and it was he, not the spirit who dwelled within the Puzzle, who had detected the strong compulsions emanating from the Ring. He shook his head slightly as he said, "I can't believe that Ryou would do something like this."
Yami leapt over an overturned trash can before replying, "I wouldn't have thought so either, but it was definitely him."
He drew up suddenly and informed Yugi that they had reached the edge of Bakura's property. Yami skirted around the side of the house and peered into a large picture window. It turned out to be the living room window and his stomach contracted as he got a clear view of Bakura fondling Tea in the middle of the floor. He tore his eyes away and quickly stripped off his shirt, wrapping it around his hand and forearm. Yami turned his head to the side, shielding it with his other arm, and plunged his fist through the glass.
Bakura jerked his head around at the sound of shattering glass and extended the motion into a smooth roll that brought him to his feet. His mouth pulled back into a grimace as Yami vaulted through the empty frame and stood before him. The pharaoh went immediately to Tea, shooting a glance at Bakura that said, "If you try to stop me, I'll break every joint in your body." She was just beginning to pick herself up off of the floor, still looking faintly confused. Yami carefully wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her up. Their gazes met only briefly, but that was all that was needed. Then Yami turned to Bakura and the unspoken challenge hung in the air.
Authoress' Note: Mmmm, shirtless Yami…