A/N: Funny thing. I wrote this chapter, having completely forgotten I already gave this fic an update, Chapter 4 here. That's what I get for not going to anymore. Well...I still think it fits in pretty well. shrugs If you skipped right from 3 to now, 5, then that would work too, as that is how I wrote it. Haha.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything really. I don't even own this computer I am using, so even if you tried to sue me, you would be sorely disappointed with your winnings, if you won.

Yami's plan has been set into motion. His plan for revenge, love, hate, and lust. He has his reasons, all he needs now is his Seto. Rated for future rape, language and even more in the future BDSM

The Mind's Binding

By: Merciless Tantalus

Chapter Five- Plotting

"Great...Just perfect..." Sighed Bakura as he sat at the bar; sending death glares to anyone who came within ten feet of him. "This is exactly what I wanted to do. Sit around here like a fucking idiot while Yami fucks his brains out..." he moodily spun his ice cubes around with his straw.

Yami no Bakura was not a fool. He knew very well that Yami Yuugi had no intention of sharing his 'prize' with any of the many people he had promised to. And I'm not fool enough to sit idly by while he makes a fool out of me. No...He needs to be taught a lesson... The Robber thought to himself, sure that the former Pharaoh would be excluding him from it as well.

We may fuck...Yes, but I don't believe that should mean he decides what is best for the both of us. If he thinks it is best for him to fuck both of us and love Kaiba, then he is dead wrong. And I'm just going to have to teach him a lesson...

Smirking to himself, a plan began to form in the Robbers mind. Yes...I will take away his precious Kaiba...and he won't get him back until I am sure he can be the perfect little semi-uke he will be to me. Seme if I ever let him fuck Kaiba, but uke to me...

Sliding off his stool, Bakura made his way to the cells. Men actually jumped out of the way where he was walking, but the Tomb Robber merely glared at them, pissed because he knew they were only responding because Yami had saved him from rape. Hell no... I won't live with this... he thought to himself, grabbing Kimo roughly by the arm and shoving him down the stairs.

Yami no Yuugi gently laid Seto Kaiba down on a soft silken bedspread. His heart was still pounding painfully in his chest, though merely looking at the beautiful man below him, calmed his nerves greatly. Seto...MY Seto...Don't you see what this means? You are not safe out there without me...Koi...My love...You need to be with me...I have to protect you... He thought, smoothing Kaiba's hair back and running his hand down his cheek.

You are so...beautiful. Too beautiful for your own good, love. If I could...if I could bring myself to do it, I would try to damage you...make you bleed. And I will. But...I cannot do anything too permanent. No...I cannot damage you beyond repair, no matter how much I would love to...Seto...You must see the light again...

Unable to resist, Yami bent over Seto's prone form and gave him a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. "Koi...Wake up, love, we need to talk..." he whispered huskily in the boy's ear and sighed, backing away.

"I really hate to do this, but I can't physically...deal with you until I at least talk to you and give you a chance to decide to help me and yourself..." Yami spoke to the unconscious boy. Walking around the side of the bed, he picked up a chain and enclosed Seto's wrist, repeating the procedure with his other wrist. Here, the ex-Pharaoh paused, contemplating whether or not he wanted to put the leg restraints on.

"Yes, I think...And you defiantly deserve to be punished..." he muttered to himself, pushing Seto's body into a sitting position, leaning against the headboard. After doing so, he chained the brown-haired boy at the ankles as well. "Perfect..." he muttered to himself.

Yami scooted off the bed and stood at its foot, looking at the CEO and sighing. "It may take him a while yet to wake up..." he muttered to himself. Realistically, Yami knew he should go talk to Bakura or check on Mokuba, or make sure Kimo wasn't raping anyone, but...he couldn't bring himself to tear away from the angel on the bed. "Then...I might as well make myself comfortable..." he smirked to himself, climbing back onto the bed.

Scooting close to Seto's body, Yami wrapped his arms around the boy's neck, and his legs around his middle, momentarily ignoring the growing erection of his, which dug into Seto's stomach. Burying his face into his love's hair, Yami let out a sigh, closing his eyes. "You're mine, again, finally, in body and soon in mind as well."

"Wait…Uhhh…what d'you want? Wanna play with my…hehe…smaller self?" Kimo took a step closer to Bakura and licked his lips.

"If you say anything like that again, then I will personally take both of your eyes out as I did your former Master." Bakura answered, digging the eye out of his pocket and showing the idiot guard that he was not joking.

Gaping, Kimo took an automatic step back, "You!" he pointed at Bakura.

Shaking his head, in no mood for dramatics, Bakura merely nodded, "Yes, I dug his eye out, and I will do much worse than that to you if you don't take me to Mokuba Kaiba. Now."

He stupidly nodded, "uhhh…yeah, no problem…" he answered, stumbling the rest of the way down the stairs and taking a key out of his pocket as he went. "Just…here…" he muttered, unlocking the door and holding it open.

"B-Bakura!" Mokuba exclaimed in shock as the snowy haired thief walked into his cell. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked. I swear, if I see one more person I thought was my friend, I'm going to have some serious ass to kick when I get out of here… The stubborn boy thought to himself, crossing his arms angrily as his older brother so often did.

"Now get the fuck out of here Kimo!" Bakura ignored Mokuba for the moment.

"Yes sir!" He scrambled back up the stairs as quickly as his lumbering body would take him.

"You didn't answer me! What are you doing here?" Mokuba demanded of the thief.

Taking a deep breath, Bakura let it out slowly. Yes, just…remember the plan. I'm not going to snap at him. He's just a kid, anyway, he doesn't know who he's dealing with. But that's not even the point. I need him on my side for this to work. The Pharaoh did have a good plan, but I think he did honestly trust me. Which was his only mistake, but one that will cost him dearly…

"Mokuba, I am not here for any reason that you may think I am." Bakura spoke in a low tone, walking close to the boy, as though afraid to let anyone else hear him, bending in the low cell. "I am here to help you, and your brother, okay, but if we're going to get him out of this, we're going to have to work together…"

The black haired boy frowned at him, distrusting. "And why on earth would you want to help me, or even care? All you did was hurt Seto, and I don't think he would want your help. Why don't you go talk your crazy lover out of it, and leave me alone."

Clenching his fists to keep from slapping the boy, Bakura answered lowly. "I never meant to hurt your brother, Mokuba. I didn't know that he was with Yami, and I just needed…a release. But here is the honest truth and why I am helping you…I love your brother."

Mokuba opened his mouth to argue in some way before he realized that it made sense. As long as I make sure he's just here to help…And if he really does help me…Then he must be telling the truth. He has no reason to lie about it, and…I don't know…If he's trying to help me, then the least I can do is give him the benefit of the doubt…

"Okay, Bakura, I believe you…" Mokuba answered, now whispering himself. "Now, what is your plan to get us all out of this?"

Bakura hid his smirk well. He bought it… he thought to himself, before answering Mokuba's question, telling him a part of the plan he had come up with.

Oh…Damn, I feel like shit…Ugh, fuck…my head…But…so soft…and warm… The owner of those thoughts struggled to move his arms and legs, but soon found that he could not. And more than that, there appeared to be someone sitting comfortably on him…kissing his cheek and licking his ear, and petting his hair.

I…I don't… His normally brilliant mind tried its very best to wake up from this odd dream, and figure out what was going on. Dimly, as though from across the room he heard a voice speak in his ear, "You're waking…love, I know you are…"

Seto tried to open his mouth to respond…tried to at least open his eyes so he could discover whom the familiar voice belonged to. But he just could not. "I…" he managed before he felt those lips on his own, kissing him.

It was so familiar and wonderful at the same time that Seto easily allowed himself to fall into the kiss, moaning slightly as he felt the familiar, dominant tongue enter his mouth and claim him. So good. Oh, Yami, it's been far too long since you've kissed me like…Wait…YAMI!

Seto's eyes flew open and he tugged his head away as he came face to face with his ex-boyfriend. "You!" he exclaimed loudly.

"Yes, me…" Yami agreed with a lustful smirk on his face. "Nice to see you again too, love…"