A/N: Kleptoshipping because I can. This pairing needs some love. Like Bandit Keith. He needs love. Lots of it. Go write nice things with him in it. Do it now. Preferably with someone who isn't Anzu. For no one, just more procrastination. Ruby of Raven, feel free to punch me in the throat if your Powershipping isn't next. Please. It will motivate me. Or kill me. If the latter happens, then hey. You can finish it, it's on my computer saved in documents.
ALSO, If any of you lovely people have a Tumblr, you may follow me though I post nothing of relevance ever. I post some pictures and reblog. But whatever. I'm NightingaleNightThief on there too. Ask me crap. Creep on my personal life. Have a field day! Dark fic. Deal with it. Haven't written one in a while.
Chapter Twenty-One: Kleptoshipping
It always fascinated Bakura, to the point of obsession. That light. That ever-present light that Yuugi emitted.
It came from the inside, he was sure. He would watch, perched upon some limb of a tree as Yuugi raced both Jounouchi and Honda to the school gates. Laughter would spill from between Yuugi's lips. Bakura would lean forward just a bit, eyes closed, head tilted.
'Stay away from him.' Ryou warned, his voice floating up from the depths of their shared mind. Bakura smiled slightly. His hikari thought he could boss around the darkness. How cute.
It was true that Ryou held the same light that Yuugi possessed, but it had been tainted by the ever-present darkness that was Bakura. However, despite a few rough patches, Atem had remained light, so Yuugi was unaffected.
'No.'
Ryou didn't argue further, he knew Bakura didn't like being tested.
He only slid from his spot in the tree once Yuugi was well on his way home. Bakura was a Thief, a master at not being seen. He was always present but rarely noticed. Something that played to his advantage. He loved to just watch Yuugi, how his light affected those around him. Everyone's face would turn towards him, smiles growing and eyes lighting up. Truly, the whole thing was amazing.
'Obsessed.' Ryou hissed. Bakura tilted his head.
'Is it not only right for the dark to obsess over the light?' he returned.
In all honesty, however, he wasn't just obsessed with that light. He wanted to be that light.
He shook his head. No, he wouldn't hurt Yuugi. He didn't want to ruin the light.
He shoved the doors of the Kame Game Shop open, eyes blinking rapidly to try and see in the dim interior.
"Welcome!" Yuugi's voice rang out, high pitched and cheerful. If he thought it weird of Bakura to come in every day and buy nothing, he never said anything.
"Hello, Yuugi." Bakura returned just as Yuugi emerged from the back room. He nodded to the box in the hikari's arms. "Do you need any help?"
Yuugi nodded greatfully, even as his Puzzle lit up. Atem made it no secret that he didn't like Bakura. Not that the Thief cared.
"Oh, calm down." Yuugi snapped. "Bakura, why don't you let me hire you? You do enough. You're always here until closing. Even on the weekends."
And after... Bakura added, but he didn't voice that thought. He could forsee just how well that would blow over.
He shook his head and took the box. "I don't need the money."
Well, that was true at least.
Yuugi sighed and pointed at the counter, signaling for Bakura to put the box there.
"Well, if you ever do, I would love to have you." Yuugi smiled at him, showing he meant it. Not that Bakura ever doubted him.
Love to have you... Bakura repeated. Ryou scoffed.
'Not even what he meant.'
Bakura, usually unaffected by Ryou's negative demeanor, frowned. 'You don't know.' he snapped back.
"... And anyways, it's not like I was trying. I mean, I tried to tell Jou: Sometimes teachers just like me better, you know?"
Yuugi looked up at Bakura who had missed half of the story. He nodded. "I can see why they like you."
Yuugi might've blushed, but Bakura couldn't be sure.
"Ano... Anyways, don't you want to hang out with friends?" Yuugi asked, head tilted cutely, Bakura's eyes drifted from those amethyst orbs to Yuugi's slightly parted lips.
He suddenly wanted to kiss him. He licked his lips, which were dry all of the sudden, and busied himself with the contents of the box. More trading cards, of course.
"Are we not friends?" Bakura returned finally. Yuugi grabbed his wrists.
"Yes... You don't have to do that. I'm shipping them off somewhere."
Bakura shivered at the feeling. "Yuugi..." he breathed. The urge to kiss him was overpowering. Yuugi, innocent, oblivious, delicious, leaned forward.
"What is it, Baku?" he murmured. Bakura swallowed and leaned forward, pressing his lips to Yuugi's neck. The boy tensed and Bakura felt his pulse quicken. He allowed his tongue to slip between his lips.
He wanted to taste the light.
"Stop!" Yuugi cried. His Puzzle was lighting up, a blinding beacon in the shadows that were stretching forth.
Bakura gasped and lurched back. "Yuugi, I-"
The hikari shook his head so fast it was a blur. "You've made him angry. Get out!"
Bakura tried another half-assed apology before bolting for the door.
He ran around the side of the Kame Game Shop, as he did every night and paused to catch his breath at the base of a tree. He heard the lock engage on the front door before Yuugi's bedroom window just above his head.
He hooked fingers into the ivy around the tree, beginning his ascent.
"-Don't care!"
He wrinkled his nose. Atem.
Bakura could see the angry spirit, leaning over Yuugi who sat cross legged in the floor.
"Atem, calm down. Honestly-"
"He kissed you!" Atem roared. Yuugi flinched. "Have you forgotten who you belong to, aibou?"
Yuugi sat up. "No, I haven't! Don't be such a bitch about this."
Atem's eyes narrowed. "Prove it."
Bakura leaned forward for a better view.
"Fine. I'm all yours, Master."
Atem's spirit melted in with Yuugi's body, controling only his movements. Bakura watched as Yuugi's hands moved of their accord. He threw back his head, obviously listening to someone. Atem. The hikaris breath came quicker as his hands slid under his tight leather shirt and ran up to caress his chest. His back arched slightly and Bakura's breath hitched. What was Yuugi doing, behaving in such manner?
Bakura kept watch as Yuugi's hands slid from his shirt and ripped the button from his jeans before tugging them down his hips. He was flushed by now, moaning and panting. Bakura felt bile rising in his throat as Yuugi's hand slid into his pants to grasp what was surely his erection.
"Ah, Atem..." he moaned.
Bakura couldn't even watch anymore. He leaped from the tree without the use of the ivy. His feet thudded on the ground, but he didn't care if Yuugi heard him any longer. Yuugi was not light.
Yuugi was a whore.
Bakura cracked his knuckles and his eyes narrowed. He'd make sure Yuugi never misled anyone again. There was nothing wrong with Bakura having his way with the boy now. Atem had already tainted him. He would just break him.
A false light didn't deserve to shine.
Bakura did not strike immediately. No, he stalked the streets that night, just planning.
'Don't hurt him!' Ryou begged. Bakura's right arm went numb. Ryou was trying to seize control.
'Shut up, Ryou. You saw what he did to me.' Bakura snarled, trying to force the boy back. His legs went numb and buckled underneath him. He hit the sidewalk on his knees, wincing lightly.
'No, don't hurt him!' Ryou cried once more. Bakura summoned all of his energy and shoved the boy into his soul room, where he bound the door.
'I'll let you back out when I'm through, yadonushi.'
So Bakura walked, in silence and alone. Of course he could feel Ryou's anger and frustration, mixed with a fear for his friend. But that did nothing except fuel his fire.
The next day, Bakura sat in the same tree, though it was different. When Yuugi laughed, it no longer brought a smile to his own face. He glared at the Puzzle, wondering if Atem was content with ruining his little light.
No, not his. He had to stop thinking of Yuugi as such.
"Jounouchi! Stop it! You're going to make me late to the shop!" Yuugi cried, trying to free himself from Jou's grasp. The blonde grinned.
"So? Your grandpa can just take over for you. Come out with Honda and I."
Yuugi shook his head. "Grandpa is out of town, Jou. I have to be there."
Bakura allowed a slow, feral grin to cross his features. Really, now. Fate was making this too easy. Jounouchi frowned and released the boy, sighing.
"You need any help?"
Yuugi nodded and smiled. "No. Bakura is usually there. Thank you, though."
Bakura's face twisted. Idiot.
He leaped from the tree and followed Yuugi, paying no mind to any curious looks. Let the bastards look. He didn't care one bit, not today. No.
"Ah, hello, Bakura." Yuugi smiled. Obviously, last night's encounter wasn't something that bothered him. Bakura felt his lips spread in a fake smile.
"Hello, Yuugi."
Something in his voice sounded off. "Are you okay, Bakura?" Yuugi asked, taking a step back. The yami's eyes went dark and he lowered his head, smiling insanely.
"Not for you. Whore."
Yuugi twirled to the right when Bakura leaped for him, a small cry leaving his lips. The Thief was faster, snatching him by the belt loop. "Bakura-kun, stop!"
Somehow, the light got free and ran for the door, only to find it locked. "What the hell!" He struggled with the door for a moment until Bakura grabbed him again.
"Can't have anyone walking in on our fun, now can we, Yuugi?" he hissed. Yuugi's scream was cut off when Bakura's hand clamped over his mouth. The larger male began to drag him to a back room. "You're a fool, telling all your grandfather would be absent today. I'm sure I'm not the only one who wishes to claim you as theirs."
He ripped Yuugi's Puzzle from his neck and threw it to some unknown destination. "There, isn't that better? Who needs him around, anyways? He got his turn last night."
Yuugi's eyes widened in horror and tears began to fall. He screamed Atem's name through Bakura's hand. The Brit snarled and slammed his fist into his head before throwing him, stomach down, onto the back room table. He wasted no time in ripping the hikari's pants down his legs and casting them aside. He ran his tongue over Yuugi's lower back as he tore his own jeans away. Yuugi whimpered and thrashed against Bakura's hold.
"Now, now. Don't you like this, you little whore?"
Bakura spread Yuugi's cheeks and guided his member to the other's entrance. He thrusted in with no warning or preparation. Yuugi screamed in earnest that time, while Bakura just moaned.
"To not be l-light... You sure are... Warm like one..." he panted as he began to move. Yuugi screamed with each thrust, tears falling from his eyes. The yami grinned in delight when he saw Atem materialize.
"Yes, Pharaoh. Watch!"
Yuugi whimpered and continued to cry. Bakura held his hips up higher and struck something that made the hikari see white. Bakura snarled. "No."
He changed position to purposely miss the boy's prostate and continued to thrust. When he finished, he groaned lowly. Atem's face was completely terror-stricken. Yuugi just lay, prone and unmoving. He wasn't dead, at least Bakura didn't think so. He grabbed a fist full of hair and smiled at the boy.
"You ever tell anyone, and I'll fucking kill you. Understand?"
Yuugi swallowed and nodded, eyes never leaving Atem. Bakura grinned.
"Good."
He strode from the store, flipping the sign from 'open' to 'closed'. He whistled to himself all the next day.
For Yuugi didn't shine.
He didn't even smile.
He'd never mislead anyone again. Of that, Bakura was sure.
A/N: That happened. So anyways, review. My sister came in halfway through and was like "Oh, look. More rape. Hey, I made a milkshake!" She was way too proud of that damn milkshake. So yeah, Follow me on Tumblr?
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I think I'm depressed, yo...
~Nightingale.