Seed

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

When Atemu had finished his coffee, Bakura stood up, 'I'll show you your room now if you like.' He offered Atemu's crutch to him and Atemu smiled, 'Sure, thanks.' He took the crutch and followed Bakura to his room. When Bakura opened the door Atemu gasped, the walls were a gold hue with traditional Egyptian scriptures painted onto the walls; the floor was wooden with a golden fluffy rug. In the middle of the room, there was a double bed with deep red sheets. '…Wow…' Atemu said, amazed by the décor.

'I'm glad you like it.' Bakura said.

'It's wonderful.' Atemu said quietly, he frowned as he saw a blindfold and handcuffs on the bed, 'What are they for?' He asked naively.

Bakura chuckled and walked over to the bed, 'To use on you of course.' He picked them up and walked back to Atemu, who subconsciously walked backwards to the door. 'Ah ah ah.' Bakura made the door shut and lock with his Shadow powers, 'Don't worry, these are just to "teach you the rules" my pet.'

Atemu bit his lip in worry, 'Can't you do it without?' He asked, already knowing the answer.

'I'm not going to insult your intelligence by answering that question.' Bakura smirked and placed the blindfold around Atemu's eyes slowly, making sure that he couldn't see by fake punching the air in front of Atemu, when he didn't flinch he moved onto the handcuffs.

'Now Atemu, for the handcuffs, you're going to need to let go of the crutch, but I will be helping you walk, ok?'

Atemu nodded slowly, 'Ok…' He said softly. Bakura took the crutch and let Atemu lean on his hand; he snapped the handcuffs on that wrist and then guided the other one closer so he could do the same to that wrist.

Bakura helped Atemu over to the bed, where he made him sit down.

'Rule number 1,' Bakura breathed in Atemu's ear, as he unzipped Atemu's jacket. 'You will always refer to me as Master, unless I give you permission not to do so.'

Atemu started back, 'Bakura! I refuse to do that!'

Bakura growled and slapped Atemu, hard enough to hurt, but not enough to leave a permanent mark. 'You can't refuse.' He said, while ripping off Atemu's jacket, leaving him in a plain black T-Shirt. 'Now practise calling me your Master.' Atemu scowled and remained silent.

Bakura laughed, 'I see you need a little more persuasion.' At that a cool blade was held at Atemu's neck.

Atemu drew in his breath sharply, 'Baku…' He stopped as the knife was pressed a little harder against his throat, 'M…Master…' He said reluctantly, hating Bakura at that moment.

'Better.' Bakura smirked and drew the knife away, placing it on the bedside table, 'Rule number 2, you must always be ready to serve me, no matter what I want doing.' He leant in closer and licked Atemu's ear, smirking when Atemu shivered and moaned. 'I'll take that as a yes then.' He laughed, making Atemu blush.

'Uh… Master…' Atemu began.

'Carry on.' Bakura encouraged him while kissing down Atemu's neck.

'I… I'm not sure that I'm ready for something… intimate yet…' Atemu said quietly as he shrank back from Bakura.

Bakura pulled away and laughed, 'Don't worry, I'm not going to go all the way yet, I need to get you addicted to being my slave first, then we'll be, as you so eloquently put it, "intimate" with each other.'

Atemu shook his head, 'Baku… Master, I don't think I can do this, I'm sorry, but…'

Bakura growled, 'You don't have a choice in the matter!' He shouted as he thrust Atemu back onto the bed, smirking as he heard Atemu cry out in pain from his healing wounds. 'Rule number 3, you must never disobey me.' He growled softly into Atemu's ear. Bakura kissed Atemu roughly, his tongue invading Atemu's mouth; he fought with Atemu for dominance, which was easily won. His hands roamed freely, He felt down Atemu's side hungrily before feeling something wet. He pulled away, leaving Atemu gasping, 'You are supposed to breathe.' Bakura remarked casually as he pulled up Atemu's top.

Atemu sat up at that, 'Master.' He said warningly, as he winced from the pain in his side.

Bakura laughed, 'It amazes me that even while calling me your Master, you still think you rule.' He forced Atemu down onto the bed once more, 'You're bleeding again.' He said in a softer tone.

'I know.' Atemu said gently. 'Can you take the handcuffs off now please?'

'Alright.' Bakura unlocked the handcuffs, Atemu went to take off the blindfold but Bakura stopped him, 'Wait a second,' Atemu frowned, 'Please?' Bakura said. Atemu nodded reluctantly.

Bakura leant in for another kiss, only this time, it was gentle, passionate. He ran his tongue over Atemu's bottom lip, asking for entrance, Atemu opened his mouth slightly, letting Bakura in. Atemu brought a hand up hesitantly and cupped Bakura's face. Bakura smiled through the kiss and brought up his own hands to run them gently through Atemu's hair. Reluctantly, he broke away, 'I'll go get your bandages.'

Atemu sat up and pulled off the blindfold, 'Ok.' Bakura unlocked the door, 'Master.' Bakura turned around and looked at Atemu in amazement, 'Only you…' He muttered as he walked out of the room.

Atemu lay on the couch with a blanket spread over his legs while Bakura sat on the nearby armchair, holding the remote in his hands and flicking through the music channels. 'Crap… Crap… Craptastic… Crap.'

Atemu laughed, 'When you choose a channel, tell me.' He brought his knees close and snuggled inside of the blanket.

'It's not my fault the TV is full of pop shit.' Bakura growled, he clicked again and sighed happily, 'Ah, Slipknot…'

Atemu wrinkled his nose, 'Can we not?'

Bakura glared at him, 'Now whose being picky?'

'I don't like the masks, they creep me out.'

Bakura laughed, 'Fine.' He flicked through again before coming to a stop when he heard KoRn, 'Ah musical genius…' He turned to Atemu, 'That's one of the things that's good about these modern times, so much better music!' He paused, 'Also, thieving is a hell of a lot easier, no magic stone snakes to murder you before you see them.'

Atemu coughed, 'Yeah, sorry about that…' He smirked.

Bakura rolled his eyes; the two of them listened to the song before Bakura said sadly. 'You still want to die don't you?'

Atemu lowered his head, 'Yeah.' He bit his lip, Bakura wouldn't be angry would he?

Bakura got up and walked calmly away from the lounge, a couple of seconds later, his bedroom door slammed shut, making the whole apartment ring. Atemu watched him walk away, guilt eating away at him. He waited a couple of minutes before making up his mind. Wincing, he got up before making his way to Bakura's room.

He knocked on the black door, 'Bakura?' He gasped out as he leant against the wall, the pain in his side making him a little dizzy.

The door opened, 'What are you doing you idiot?' Bakura asked as he picked up Atemu to carry him to his bed and lay him down.

'I didn't want you to be mad at me…' Atemu said, his cheeks flushing a deep red, not unlike his eyes.

Bakura laughed, 'You are ridiculous sometimes Pharaoh.' He paused, not sure why he had reverted back to calling Atemu by his former title.

Atemu frowned, 'What happened to saying my name?'

Bakura turned away, 'I'm the Master here, I'll call you whatever I like.'

'So you call me "Pharaoh"?' Atemu sat up again, his vision swimming from dizziness.

'Well you're the one that wants to see his dear friends again.' Bakura spat back as he rose to go to a cupboard on the other side of the room. 'To be with your wonderful Father and rejoice with the Gods.' Bakura said mockingly, he took out a whip, his eyes glinting maniacally.

Atemu crawled back, 'Bakura… Master…' He pleaded as Bakura drew closer.

'On your back!' Bakura roared in anger.

Atemu shook his head, 'Master, please don't!'

'On your back, or I'll make you!' Bakura screamed.

Atemu laid down, shaking with fear as Bakura drew closer. He shut his eyes and braced his body for the sharp pain to come. He felt his eyes sting with unshed tears, 'What am I doing here…' He whispered to himself so that Bakura couldn't hear it.

Bakura brought down the whip. A scream rang throughout the whole apartment.

Atemu sat up hesitantly to look at Bakura who was now kneeling on the floor, the whip several feet away.

'Master…' Atemu crawled on the floor to Bakura and cupped his face with both of his hands.

Bakura sighed, 'Stop being so nice you fool. I almost hurt you.' He turned his head away.

Atemu kissed Bakura's cheek, 'But you didn't. You stopped yourself.' He ran a hand through Bakura's hair.

Bakura turned to Atemu, 'You're too nice for your own fucking good.'

Atemu drew away. 'I know.' He stood up and picked up the whip.

Bakura watched him as he started to put it away in the cupboard. 'Wait.' He said. Atemu turned to him, but the sudden movement caught him off guard and he stumbled forward slightly. Bakura watched alarmed as Atemu fell forward, he quickly rose to catch him with a swiftness that could only be achieved through years of practise. 'You idiot.' He muttered softly as Atemu groaned in his arms. He picked Atemu up and carried him to his room.

'You need to get some rest.' Bakura said as they entered Atemu's room, 'I'll get your pyjamas.'

When he arrived back in the room, Atemu was already lying down, breathing slowly and painfully. 'You ok?' Bakura asked.

Atemu nodded, 'Yeah…' He whispered. Bakura handed Atemu his pyjamas and turned around to give the other man some privacy. After a few minutes of pain filled gasps Atemu told Bakura to turn around again.

'I'll see you in the morning ok?' Bakura said as he shut the curtains.

Atemu cleared his throat, 'Bakura…'

Bakura turned to Atemu, 'Yeah?'

'Could you… stay with me tonight, just to sleep in my bed, I don't want to be alone…' Atemu was blushing by the end of this sentence.

Bakura gave a half smile, 'If you really want me to.' He took off his shirt and trousers swiftly, leaving him in just his boxers. At Atemu's stricken look he laughed, 'I usually sleep naked, but I didn't think you would appreciate that.' He slid into the bed after turning off the light. There was silence for a couple of minutes as both men lay in the bed, feeling awkward. Atemu groaned as another burst of pain shot through him. Bakura instinctively shifted closer to Atemu, 'You alright?'

Atemu grunted in response as he turned to Bakura and buried his face in the other's chest. Bakura brought his arms around Atemu, holding him softly as he whispered into his ear, 'You'll be ok, the pain will pass.'

After a moment, the tension in Atemu's body left, but they still remained in that position.

'Bakura…' Atemu said in uncertainty, 'Thanks… for everything.'

Bakura smirked, 'Shut up.' He said as he kissed the top of Atemu's head gently.

Hey everyone, it's Phoenix again. I finished this chapter super fast! That's what putting off your art homework does, ahh procrastination, not always a bad thing. (Although it will be when I get back to school!)I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I have a couple of things to say;

1.Blue September mentioned this to me and I am very grateful, I mentioned that it had been seven years since Atemu and Yugi had separated, then went on to say that Yugi was still a teenager, this actually isn't possible, so I apologise for any confusion that may have been caused and I shall be fixing that as soon as possible.

2.I actually finished this chapter the day I posted Chapter 2, but I waited for a while to self –beta it, if there are any mistakes please tell me!

3.I would just like to thank everyone who has reviewed Hero, and to those people who have put it on their Favourite Stories I am very grateful! Virtual cookies for all!

And one more thing, please please please review, it makes my day that much brighter!

Phoenix