My Gift to You

Disclaimer; I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! I do however own this plot.

Atemu looked at the clock on the wall of the hospital room in which he currently inhabited. He frowned in annoyance, 4:55, Yugi would be here in a few minutes, not that he didn't enjoy his Hikari's company, he just didn't like the way that he would constantly look at the clock, as if wanting the time to go faster so that visiting hours would end.

At that moment, his mobile phone rang, 'My Gift To You' by KoRn played loudly, causing the nurse at the desk to frown and purse her lips. Atemu quickly answered it, moaning softly when he pulled the stitches in his side. 'Atemu Namonaki speaking.' He said softly.

'Hey Atemu, it's Yugi, I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it today…' The voice on the other end of the phone sounded slightly guilty, although it was obviously restraining laughter, 'Jonouchi and I have some um… business to take care of.' At this Atemu could hear Jonouchi's raucous laughter before someone said 'Shhh!' very loudly.

'That's fine Aibou.' Atemu lied smoothly, 'I was tired anyway.'

'Alright then, I'll see you whenever, get better.'

'Bye…' Atemu was cut off as the line went dead.

Atemu stared at the phone for a while, his face neutral, even though all he felt like doing was punching a hole in a wall, or crying his eyes out. He didn't understand why his Aibou didn't have time for him anymore, maybe he was too mentally mature for the group, but it wasn't much to ask his Aibou to come see him in hospital when he had been nearly fatally stabbed. Sure, when he had woken up, Yugi had been there sobbing his eyes out and promising to see him everyday and Atemu had almost believed him. But as usual the teenager didn't follow through.

Atemu lay back again, wincing as the stitches pulled again. He felt his eyes prick with tears and growled softly at himself, 'Weak…' He muttered.

'Oh I wouldn't say that.' A strangely familiar voice said from beside him.

Atemu jumped and was about to jerk up when Bakura put his hands on Atemu's shoulders, 'I wouldn't do that if I were you.' Atemu tried to find it within himself to scowl, but couldn't, so he resigned himself to a glare, 'What are you doing here?' He said.

Bakura lightly slapped Atemu, not enough for it to hurt, but enough to show dominance, 'You owe me your life now.'

Atemu growled, 'I never agreed to that.'

Bakura chuckled darkly, 'You compliance was never an issue Atemu.' He ran a finger lightly down Atemu's cheek and then continued it down his chest, stopping just below his belly button.

Atemu wondered why he didn't flinch, he would have thought he would have swore at Bakura and then call the nurse over to escort the thief out. But strangely, he felt fine with what Bakura had done. He shook his head, trying to get rid of those feelings, 'Just go away Bakura…' Atemu turned his head to the side, away from Bakura, 'Haven't you already done enough, you were the one that put me here in the first place.'

Bakura stared at Atemu for a moment, 'Surely you remember what happened, what I said.' He cupped Atemu's face gently, smirking when he leaned unconsciously into the touch, 'I think you need somebody Atemu, someone to hold you, someone to hurt you, someone to make you feel safe… you're lonely.'

Atemu let the tears that had been building up flow freely, he brought up his hand and rested it on Bakura's. 'Ok.' Atemu said softly, not looking at the thief.

Bakura smirked, 'Good.' He leant over Atemu and gave him a swift kiss on the lips, before moving his own lips to Atemu's ear and muttering, 'I'll come back for you in a week, after that I'll be taking you shopping, you need some new clothes. Something more in the extreme department…' He chuckled softly, letting Atemu know what he meant, 'And after that I'll take you to my apartment and we'll go over the… rules.' He licked Atemu's ear lobe, making the crimson eyed man try to stifle a moan, before Bakura bit down sharply, making Atemu yelp.

Bakura drew away laughing, while Atemu scowled at him, 'That was unnecessary.' Atemu informed him.

Bakura smirked and winked at Atemu before stalking out of the room, whistling at the nurse, who promptly glared at him. Atemu brought his hand up to his earlobe and fondled with it for a second, before an ever so slight, barely noticeable smile grew across his face. He shut his eyes and for the first time since he had stepped foot in the hospital, had a peaceful night.

Atemu adjusted his collar slightly in the small hand held mirror, provided by the hospital, before starting to apply his kohl, Bakura was coming to get him today, he had no idea when, but Atemu would rather be ready and waiting than be caught out by Bakura.

After finishing his eyes, Atemu used his crutch to shift himself to the bedside chair, where he opened his book, he had barely settled, when Bakura waltzed in, with a grin on his face and a collar in his hand.

Atemu eyed the collar warily, 'Why do I have a bad feeling about this?' He asked Bakura in uncertainty.

Bakura said nothing but handed the collar to Atemu, who looked at it in disbelief, it was black leather, which was alright, but then it had a dog tag saying 'Property of Bakura' printed in a bloody red, the worst part was that it had a loop for a leash. 'I'm not a bloody dog!' Atemu said, his voice an octave higher than usual.

Bakura smirked, 'True, but I don't want anyone trying to take what is mine.' He took the collar from Atemu's hand, 'Let's just take this off,' Bakura took of Atemu's other collar and tossed it carelessly to the side, before slowly and sensually putting the new collar on.

Bakura handed Atemu the mirror again, who looked at himself in despair and said weakly, 'I can't go out in this…'

'But I'm sure you find you will anyway.' Bakura handed Atemu his crutch, 'Let's go.'

'No. Freaking. Way.' Atemu said through gritted teeth as he surveyed himself in the mirror.

'C'mon, it's hot.' Bakura said as he leaned against the changing room wall. He surveyed Atemu hungrily, several leather straps were wound around Atemu's arms, while a black net sleeveless shirt adorned his chest and black leather skinnies hugged Atemu's legs.

'But you can see my scars…' Atemu said quietly, looking at the disfigurements in the mirror.

Bakura came behind Atemu and snaked his arms around Atemu's stomach, 'I like it.' He breathed in Atemu's ear.

Atemu fought with himself, to ensure that he didn't blush, 'I look like a whore.' He stated simply.

Bakura smirked, 'I'm going to leave you to figure that one out by yourself.' This time Atemu couldn't stop himself from blushing, 'When you've changed back, don't forget to give me the clothes so I can buy them.'

Atemu laughed, 'The great tomb robber, buying?!' He shook his head in amusement and started to take the leather straps off.

'Well we all have to move along don't we.' Bakura said softly as he left the changing room to give Atemu more privacy. Atemu paused half way through undoing his third strap and stared at the door after Bakura, 'True.' He said, more to himself than Bakura.

Bakura led Atemu into his apartment, smirking as he heard Atemu gasp behind him, 'What, did you think I would live in some sort of brothel?' He chuckled and laid the many shopping bags on a black leather sofa.

Atemu looked around the apartment in appreciation; the walls were a sandy yellow, much like Egypt's dunes, there were hieroglyphics along the walls, reading out old Egyptian sayings and new, more humorous ones that had been translated. The carpet was black and so was the two leather armchairs and sofa.

'You like what you see?' Bakura smirked.

Atemu shrugged, 'It's alright.' He smiled, 'Can I sit down, my stitches are quite sore.'

Bakura nodded, 'Sure, I'm just going to make some coffee, you want some?'

'Please.' Atemu said in relief, 'You would not believe the crap they try to pass off as coffee at the hospital.' Atemu heard Bakura laugh and smiled to himself. He was wondering what he was doing, in his mortal enemies apartment, joking over normal everyday things. The smile dropped from his face as he toyed with the collar around his neck, before realising what he was doing. Playing happily with something that bonded him to his worst enemy. Atemu gave a cry of frustration and ripped the collar from his neck and threw it across the room. He rose without his crutch, causing him to grunt in pain, but he carried on to the door. As he took hold of the door handle, a flash of pain shot through him, making him shout.

Bakura came rushing into the room; he surveyed Atemu, leaning heavily on the door, his throat absent of the collar. He growled when he saw the collar thrown carelessly across the room, the strap broken. 'What are you doing?' He asked quietly, his voice barely containing his anger. He was surprised when Atemu slid down the door, moaning in pain, tears flowing down his face.

'What am I doing here…?' Atemu whispered to himself as he buried his head in his hands.

Bakura snorted and walked towards Atemu, he knelt down and lifted Atemu's head up slowly, 'You are mine now. I've been gentle and kind. I won't be for much longer if you continue to try my patience.' He kissed Atemu roughly, feeling Atemu's tears on his own skin, he pulled away after a couple of seconds and let Atemu regain his composure, then Bakura brought an arm under Atemu's and helped to lift him up.

He helped him sit down on the sofa again before sitting beside him, 'You can try to fight me,' He said softly into Atemu's ear, 'But you and I both know that it will never work.' When this didn't seem to get through and the former Pharaoh just stared into empty space Bakura sighed, 'Look,' He said, 'I think we can work this out, we can make this work, we don't have to hate each other!'

Atemu turned his head wearily towards Bakura, 'I never thought you would be the one to say that.'

Bakura laughed, 'Neither did I.' He rose from the sofa, determined to make Atemu stay, 'Milk, sugar or both?'

Atemu raised his head slowly, thinking about more than the coffee, before saying, 'Just milk thanks.'

Bakura smiled, 'Good.' He said satisfied.

Alright, I hope people liked that chapter, I think I may have made Bakura a little OOC, but I reckon that Bakura is really a nice guy who just has a violence fetish, which to be honest, I think we all would have if we had gone through what he had.

Please review, when I have a bad day, a review always makes me feel happy, unless it's a flame, although I am fortunate enough to have never received one yet. (That isn't an invitation to start sending me flames!)

Phoenix