Okay, I am working on the details. I know it's an issue for me as I hold back, so I'm working hard on it. I have kept within the rules of the challenge. I may do a part two. So here goes, enjoy this special treat as much as I did writing it.

Fandom: Yugioh
Characters: Yami Bakura/Malik Ishtar
Prompt: # 33 Too Much
Word Count: 4,638.

Rating: M

Warning(s): M. Adult. Non-consent rape. Bondage. Sex. Mentions of the Gambler by Kenny Rogers and Sleep Token. Spanking.

Summary: Atem only remembers little of his past, the feelings of loneliness. One night Atem is home alone and an unexpected visit and a hot night with two strangers, could how the cure for his loneliness.

Chapters: 25/100

Chapter: Too Much

Atem leaned against the brick fence outside Yugi's work one late evening. He checked the time again and frowned. Yugi should have finished over forty minutes ago. Atem about to call Yugi, came out the doors that moment with Anzu hanging off his arm. Atem held himself from smirking and shaking his head as the girl spotted him and glared hard.

He wasn't stupid, Anzu had it bad for him, worse than a starving wolf with a fresh kill. The best he could do and tried to be kind as he turned her down. In spite, Anzu sank her poorly polished nails into innocent Yugi. All her hopes of making him jealous failed. From her screaming Yugi's name from the bedroom next to his or how big he is. The overacting of affection she put on in his presence, laughing at Yugi's every word. The way she'd constantly touch Yugi and how Atem saw the boy squirming from being uncomfortable by her displays in front of his friends and often in front of Solomon. "Hello, Atem," She spat his name out as if it were bitter.

"Anzu," Atem bowed his head slightly and she sucked her teeth and made a tsk sound.

"You don't have to come here and walk Yugi home, anymore." Her arm linked with Yugi's, her breasts pressed against him. "Yugi will be walking me home from now on."

"Oh?" He looked at Yugi with a raised eyebrow. Yugi loved their walks home, just enough time to tell each other about their day and joke about.

"Yes, so you don't need to come." She laughs squeezing Yugi's arm tighter her head twitching. She was so mad her eyes were turning red with held-back tears.

"Y… Yeah," Yugi mutters blushing as he rubs the back of his neck avoiding all eye contact.

"Are you sure, Yugi?" Atem stepped closer using the small amount of power still bestowed upon him when he had gotten his body. He claimed Yugi, who breathed out a sigh of relief.

"You don't have to ask him, I already told you!" she snips and Atem ignores her. Her face is becoming flushed and she stomped her foot.

"I'm sure," Yugi said in such a way that whatever Anzu had planned would not be going her way. She made poor Yugi's life miserable to make him jealous. Yugi knew that Atem preferred the company of men and Anzu couldn't take no for an answer and Atem had yet to find the right company.

"Alright, Yugi." Atem bid them farewell. "Have a pleasant night." He waved and if he looked back right now, Anzu would be glaring at him, face red and tears in her eyes from the rage of being rejected.

"Oh Yugi you are so funny!" her laugh grated on his nerves all the way home.

No, his interests lay elsewhere and despite looking and being on a few dates. No one made his head turn. No racing heart or butterflies or sweaty hands.

Just someone.

Anyone… he felt so lonely amongst friends, who had all paired up.

A single pringle, as Yugi often called him in jest.

He entered the kitchen and made himself a drink. He took a few gulps, seeing the old man heading to the front door while pulling on his coat and grabbing his hat. Atem placed his glass down. "Hey, where are you going?" usually the old man would be cooking up the evening meal and telling stories making Yugi and himself laugh.

"I'm going out," Solomon checked himself out in the mirror. Fixing hair that didn't seem to need it. He straightened his clothes, the scent of a pleasant aroma coming off him. "You've got to know when to hold 'em." He spun about on the spot. "Know when to fold 'em" He used his fingers like pistils and aimed them at his reflection and laughed as he mocked shot himself.

Atem laughed to himself, "Are you going out with friends or a lady friend?"

"I hope Lady Luck is with me tonight." Solomon blushed and splatted and coughed into his hands and failed at frowning. "Oh, a card night with the boys. A few of them think they can beat me." Solomon laughed uproariously. "Me, the master at cards. Do you know who taught Yugi?" the old man wagged his finger at Atem as if lecturing him.

"Yugi!" They both said at the same time and Atem smirked.

"Yugi is a fine card player," honestly he is, everything they had been through together Yugi had skills that only come naturally to the true gifted. Yugi saved the world and Atem is forever grateful. Solomon looked so proud whenever he spoke of Yugi.

"Goodnight!" Solomon opened the door.

"I'll walk you." Atem would keep the old man company just in case.

"Thank you," the old man practically jumped down the stairs and skipped like a child to the gate. Solomon gushed about an old flame who had come back into town a few weeks ago. They had been having coffee and catching up. "And that old flame is at the card game tonight." Atem's smile faded as he walked beside Solomon. There were still enemies that lurked in the shadows causing mayhem and destruction. Yugi had even been abducted from his work and when Atem had found him, tied to a chair in an old warehouse, unharmed with a message pinned to the clothes on his chest.

The note.

'Coming for you.'

That had been months ago and he had burnt that message not telling anyone. Atem had fought at Yugi's side against powerful enemies and it could have come from any one of them, messing with him. A twisted joke to stir him up and put him on edge. If they wanted to leave a sinister message, they would have harmed Yugi, would they not? So he burnt it and placed it out of his mind. However, since then he walked Yugi to and from work and also accompanied Solomon. He'd not let his enemies get the jump on him ever again.

Solomon knocked on the door to a house and moments later the door opened and out wafted smoke, music and laughter. "Solomon!"

"Arthur!" the two men hugged like they hadn't seen each other in years.

"Come in. come in!" Arthur waved them in. "Are you joining us?" he asked.

"Just the chaperon tonight, Arthur," Atem held up his hands.

"Oh, Atem." Solomon called back in hushed words. "Don't wait up for me tonight. We are, are getting coffee in the morning." He winked and his cheeks flushed chuckling, Atem saw the older woman, attractive for her age… lucky. Atem shoved down the bitterness as he's once again reminded of his loneliness.

Atem wished them goodnight and made the trip back home. Halfway home it started to rain. Heavy. Atem started jogging. Thunder and lightning cracked and flashed in the dark stormy skies above, it had everyone packing up signs, tables and chairs as people out for the evening ducked for cover laughing.

Atem walked through the front door soaking wet and closing it behind him. His phone buzzed with a message from, Yugi. 'Don't wait up, cya in the morning.' Atem sighed as he leaned on the door. The silence of the house echoed how he felt. Empty, alone, dark and cold. Atem couldn't remember a lot of his past life, just small events and what he could remember was that he had never felt such loneliness as he did in this life.

He wasn't in any way in love with Yugi. The love they shared is more brotherly than anything else. He had a deep longing as if he missed someone so important, only he didn't know or remember who. He at times wished he had been sent back to his own time.

He silenced his phone, locked the door and prepared for a night on his own. A crack of thunder and the house lights flicker out, instantly casting him in darkness. "Great," Atem frowned, looks like he would be taking an early night. He walked about making sure all the lights were off downstairs so they wouldn't turn back on in the middle of the night when the power came back on.

He passed by the doorway to the kitchen and in his peripheral vision as the lightning brightened up the room, a tall dark figure stood unmoving and watching. Atem double takes as lightning strikes again almost instantly and the dark figure is gone.

Atem's heart races at a potential threat and he scowls himself. He, once a Pharaoh, ruled and went to war for his kingdom and his people. He rode on horseback into the most brutal battles with a sword and shield and his army. He struck his enemies down without thought or mercy.

He was not scared of shadows. Fear of the dark came from Yugi. The boy had always needed a nightlight on or Atem sitting on the edge of Yugi's bed, telling him stories of what few memories he had from his past until Yugi fell asleep listening to him. No, Atem did not cower, not he, who had been named by his people, the warrior king.

Atem sent out enough of his powers to reassure himself that he was alone in the house. He felt nothing to indicate that someone else was in the house. "Old houses creak." He muttered the words he had spoken many times to Yugi.

He glanced the kitchen over again, hypersensitive to any sounds and movement. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Shaking his head and put it down to paranoia. He turned to head for the stairs and moved only a few feet when something slipped over his head, his arms grabbed and twisted up behind his back. Atem struggled twisting and pulling away, he tripped and cried out as he fell, he shut his eyes as he was so sure he'd smack his face on the floor. His shirt is grabbed preventing any injuries. His shirt is let go and he falls a few inches to the floor and weight upon his back pinning him down, while his wrists are cuffed together behind his back. "Get off me?! What do you want?!" Atem growls, throwing his body violently side to side to dislodge whoever is sitting on him. The thing over his head is lifted only slightly, and a hard ball-like gag to his mouth.

Atem clenched his teeth together, refusing to open his mouth. With a hard smack on his butt, he yelped and stilled and the gag slipped in and tied securely at the back of his head, preventing him from yelling for help or even talking. His heart raced as the adrenalin pumped through him. He didn't know if he had butterflies or if he was going to vomit.

No help was coming… no one. No one would be home until morning. Far too many hours to think about… meaning who this person is, would have all night to do whatever they wanted.

The weight lifted off him and Atem tried pleading and asking what they wanted and to let him go. The gag in his mouth prevented any forms of words and came out as muffled sounds, a metal pinches slightly at the corners of his mouth at times.

He grabbed at racing images of faces and people he knew, those who hated him enough to come after him like this and teach him a lesson, if he knew who it is he could help them somehow. 'You don't need to do this.' His words came out in a series of odd breathy sounds.

He hoped to all the gods he knew that it wasn't Anzu, with how bad that girl wanted him he wouldn't put it past her to manhandle him to get what she wanted.

'Don't touch me!' Atem snarled which came out as a muffled huff. The gag in his mouth allowed him to breathe through it and too hard to crush with his teeth. Suddenly his legs are picked up and he is being dragged. Where were they taking him? He tried to think of what to do, so he could fight his way out, however, the soft binds wrapped around his wrist prevented him from using his arms and not have enough strength to snap them.

Music started playing, the song dark and moody and loud enough to drown out any noise, though not enough to draw the attention of the neighbours. Atem rapidly started kicking his feet as if sprinting on the spot until his legs came free. Atem struggled to get his feet under him. A smack to his butt cheek in the same place as last, had all his insides clench up. Another welled placed smack in the same place a sting that made his toes curl in pleasure. There is something wrong with him. Atem froze his chest heaving with every breath as he lay there, he felt the heat burn up his neck and his whole face… what in the name of Anubis was this person doing to his body?

His legs once again are picked up and Atem is being dragged again on his back. He did nothing for a moment, sending an odd thrilling feeling of being dragged. He started kicking like before until he was again let go. His leg is grabbed, a hand in the waist of his pants and he is aggressively yanked backwards. This person had strength. Atem's legs parted as he pulled against a hard body, his knees pressed against the other's sides and his face burned feeling a hard member pressing against him.

It isn't Anzu.

Atem is pulled up by the collar of his shirt and practically sitting in the other's lap. The back of his head is grabbed, the tight pull on his hair and he held in a groan. A hand ran up his neck the gag was removed and his lips were captured in a fierce dominance, causing Atem to groan out a whimper at how rough their lips were against his, struggling to control this person as he devours Atem's mouth, claiming them and ruining his for any other.

That mouth pulls away and Atem chases those lips wanting more, hands cup his face and thumbs run over his lips as that mouth ghosted down his neck, taking in his scent. Atem licked his lips, tasting a hit of coffee and the gag put back in his mouth. His body was betrayed as he felt himself getting hard. He tried so hard to work out his inner turmoil, but he had to fight. People who were about to be raped, fought, right? He yelped as the guy under him stood up and Atem fell from his lap to the floor.

His legs are picked up again and he's being dragged, where is he being taken? Living room, basement, upstairs, in the back of boot… dead. Atem kicked again like he had before until his legs came free. An animalistic growl that sent off butterflies and a thrill of excitement. Two well-placed smacks to his butt in the same place as the others and Atem did moan at the stings left behind.

He braced himself for the pull and to be kissed and when the gag was out of his mouth he could perhaps talk his way out of this. Atem is a very good negotiator, so good in fact that he stopped many wars in his kingdom… this is no different.

Suddenly his clothes are pulled and the sounds of tearing marital. The cool air hits his cold damp body. The bastard is cutting off his clothes! Not the pants, they were his favourite. A few seconds pass and he is cut out of his clothing, adrenaline is pumping through and causing him to shake.

Atem prayed to any god that would listen and hoped he'd not be killed or harmed and left for Solomon and Yugi to find his broken and used body. Atem growled as a hand gently ran up his face… this game had gone on long enough. Atem used the same powers that he had many times used on Yugi to help him sleep. He used it in the past to subdue his opponents when they had gotten a little out of hand.

Atem used as much of his powers as he could muster and the hand lifted away from him and a faint thud sound was heard mixed in with the music. Atem let out a breath, it worked. However, he is about to free himself and find out, they were going to get such a Mind Crush.

He jerked with a cry as hands ran down his sides gripping and kneading in a strong massage-like way as if those hands had never felt another person's body before. His powers hadn't worked, how could this be? No one is immune to his powers. A mouth upon his chest, sucking, licking and biting flesh then turned on his nipples. Atem arched his back letting out a groan like a whimper… how did this feel so damn good? Those hands adjusted the hood to sit over his head and wrap about under his nose leaving his mouth visible and accessible.

That mouth had Atem arching his back as it sensually and roughly made its way down his body. Those hands kneaded and gripped at his flesh as if they needed to caress the very core of him.

He cried out as a finger ran over the top of his hard member running it through pre-cum. Atem's face burned cursing his body for reacting in such a way. A little spanking and kiss should not have him already leaking and needy… Atem cried out as that mouth engulfed his hardness, so warm and wet, his legs tightened against the guy's sides, pinning there.

Atem jerked his body shaking and his heart pounding as something warm and wet probed at his entrance. His whole waist is lifted to the point only his shoulders are touching the floor and his legs are over shoulders. He should be doing something, right? Fight…scream? Fingers pressed into his body stretching him out.

The gag is removed and that mouth claims victory as if they could sense the uncertainty of wanting more than finding an escape and knowing his choice without him having to say it out loud. This time the kiss was gentler, and he still felt the guy was trying to devour him. Broken for all others, that mouth left, but not before biting his bottom lip and licking it. Hands tilted his head back with a soft tug of his hair and held it there and before he could take a breath the gag shoved back into his mouth. That mouth kissed, licked and bit a path to his ear as the hood was tightened. "Oasis is your safety word." A voice whispered in his ear sending shivers down his spine.

Only then Atem realise that there were two of them as his waist was held tightly to someone's chest their mouth still working him and another mouth on his… the sensory overload and his mind had gone, too much and his body already handed itself over to whoever these two were. He didn't know what 'safe word' meant or Oasis. How could he speak with a gag in his mouth?

No one he knew sounded like that, a deep husky voice… he didn't recognize it, most of his enemies shouted, screamed or psychotically laughed at him. No one had ever spoken to him like that before, which sounded so bizarre that it had an air of familiarity and safety behind those words. He groaned losing all strength as his body was being stretched and the mouth working him.

His hips lowered in a tight grip hard enough to leave bruises in their wake and would be a reminder for days to come of what happened to him that night. Something larger probed at his entrance, Atem twisted to pull away, the grip on his hip so tight that he barely moved. He had not done such things with this body. No one had made his head turn or even took the slightest interest in.

He had not imagined his first time would be with two strangers forcing themselves on him on a floor. He couldn't help thinking that he should be doing something, right? That hardness pressed in slowly and without mercy and a deep primal growl above him from the one sliding to the hilt. Atem arched his back and cried out, no time to adjust and those hips were snapping against him.

Nothing of him touched the floor but his shoulders and with the lack of ability to close his mouth, he started to drool a little. The second mouth claims his again in the most mind-blowing kiss and it ends far too soon. A mouth engulfed his hardness, pressure, suctions and movement and Atem lost the fight for a moment, should he be crying for help when it felt so good and right? He moaned, wanting the hood, the cuffs and the gag off him so he could see, touch and taste.

He came gasping out as the mouth didn't move at all as it swallowed down his orgasm. The gag was removed and the mouth upon him, Atem could taste his cum as the kiss turned into something so sensual Atem felt like he'd come undone again. The kissing and touching seemed like they were starving and he their meal.

The change of hips and angle had the other guy's member hitting something that had him moaning with a deep uncontrollable need. Heat pooled up between his legs. The gag is replaced by hungry soft lips for a moment, the gag back in place that mouth moves down his body and takes in his hard cock.

Atem strained against the bonds that kept his arms behind his back, the mouth sliding up and down and the relentless thrusting into his body. The want to fight and get away faded far from his mind as it was consumed by pleasure the likes of which he had never felt before. The quickness of thrusts and the heat built, too much… this is all too much… his back bowed, his shoulders digging into the carpet.

The mouth on his cock swallowed his orgasm.

The animalistic growl as he felt the guy cum in him, with a few deep thrusts and the grip on his hips become a bruising one. Until Atem is lowered gently to the floor all contact slips away and the gag is removed. Atem breathed heavily, should he scream for help? He licked his lips, noting he had been drooling. "Please?!" Atem's voice cracked, besides them being rough, he hadn't been harmed. "Please… don't leave." The gods help him there is something wrong with him, no one would look at him the same if they knew this thrilled him, tied up and pinned down and fucked into the floor… Atem didn't need to know their names or know who they are.

He could go again.

Atem's hips are grabbed and he's rolled over onto his stomach. A hard member pushes into his body in one fluid motion taking the air from him. A few thrusts and his arms are grabbed and pulled up and rested against a chest, hands running down his body as lips and teeth nipped at his neck, ear and shoulder. His hardness is grabbed onto and his member presses against someone slick and warm and he's forced forward as someone impales themselves on him. Atem cries out, as the body moves forwards and backwards, thrusting into his body from behind at the same time forcing him forward. Too much… his body felt like it was burning up on the inside. The mouth leaves his neck, and Atem turns his head seeking more contact only to have his mouth devoured. Their movements came in fast, rough and with no control.

Atem couldn't hold it back anymore and cried straining against his bounds wanting to grab, lick, taste and bite. Instead, he rode out his orgasm as did the other two. Once again he's lowered to the floor, Atem lay there chest heaving trying to catch his breath when something hard touched his lips and cool water splashed against them, he drank deeply until he had enough.

Hands under his arms he's helped to his feet and stumbled as he is pushed forward and made to walk completely blind. Disoriented and heart racing in panic, is this where they kill him? So, so stupid, should he fight now? His knees hit the couch, made to kneel on it, over someone who was already sitting there. A tight grip on his hips made to lower himself, a hard cock easily filled him, he groaned closing his eyes. A smack to his thigh, he used his knees and rose himself up and down, the hands left him, leaving him the choice to continue or run. He could, it'd be easy to run, easy to get on his feet from here. Instead, he rose himself up and down finding a rhythm.

Hands ran about his neck, up his face removing the gag only to be replaced by lips, he kissed back with a hunger of his own. His hands turned into fists and strained against his bonds, wanting to touch and run his hands through their hair and over their skin. It's driving him crazy being denied a simple thing like touch and sight. A hand wrapped about his leaking member and started pumping him in the same rhythm he rose and fell in. Atem moaned into the other's mouth as he came between them.

He's pulled forward against the body he's on top of and still in him to a chest, arms wrapped around him and a mouth upon his, this time isn't slow like the hunger they had before, now stated. His head turned as they took turns kissing him and running their hands over him.

"What is wrong with me!" Yugi's voice booms through the house with a loud slam of the front door. Atem blots upright and takes in his surroundings, his bedroom. He slowly looks about not sure how he got here… He sat up and rose to his feet, wearing boxers. He took inventory of his body and moved himself, a little sore but nothing broken or gushing blood. "It'll be a snowflake chance in hell I'll ever date a girl again!" Yugi stomped up the stairs and a few moments later the slamming of his bedroom door.

Atem rose to his feet, did last night happen? He glanced down at his body and saw white flakes on his chest, abdomen and even in his hair, the stickiness between his legs he couldn't ignore. His mind and emotions running wild left him feeling so damn right and stated. If anyone knew… that last night happened.

Atem checked himself, some blemishes, finger marks all over his waist, left marks where they had sucked a little too hard on his skin, like his neck. Atem bit his lip as he touched the mark on his neck and a rush of warmth went through him, he ran his other hand over his jaw and lips. He could still feel them, hands and lips … one of them left their mark on him as if they claimed him theirs.

Atem frowned at himself and shoved those ridiculous thoughts and feelings way down deep. It was an enemy trying to teach him a lesson or torment him into madness. Atem lent against the sink, by the gods he's so lonely and in need of another person's touch that he allowed two strangers to have their way with him and he enjoyed it far too much.