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Forget-Me-Not	By : KittuPaladin Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.

The first thing Malik realized as he awoke was, I'm tied to a chair. The second thing was that he knew where he was at and he couldn�t believe it. It didn�t seem possible but it was.

That can only mean� Malik swore aloud in multiple languages.

He tried screaming at the top of his lungs, thinking that the neighbors might hear. However, his host had his home sound proofed just for such occasions. He tried tugging on the ropes that bound him to the wood chair that matched the ones sitting in the dining area. The strong nylon cords bit into his skin and did nothing else.

"This day just keeps getting better and better." He muttered. "First Rashid gets the stupid flu. Then Isis kicks me out of the house. How was I supposed to know those papers were important? They made good kindling."

His head still ached, nonetheless he yelled, "Bakura! When I get loose, I�m going to shove whatever you smacked me with where Ra�s light doesn�t shine!"

A chuckle behind him alerted Malik that his host had returned. He listened closely for movement behind him, stretched his senses out for any tell tale sign of his captor�s designs upon him.

Malik felt a hand run through his hair.

"Your hair is so soft. Soft and light like corn silk. What do you use on it?"

"Shampoo." Malik replied firmly, ignoring the gentle tugging of fingers encountering tangles.

A chuckle filled the silence, "Very funny. What brand? I should like to keep it as soft as it is now."

"I�m not going to stay here long enough to worry about that. You�re going to let me go."

Bakura slid over beside Malik where they could face one another. He smiled and asked, "I am?"

"Yes." Malik replied determinedly. "You�re going to untie me and I�m going to walk out of here. Then I�m going to forget about telling Yami you�re back, once again, after being banished and plotting on world conquest as normal."

Bakura smiled, "Really, tell me more. Unlike some people I like hearing you talk." His smile turned a bit sinister in nature, "It gives me endless enjoyment to listen to you."

Malik was beginning to get goosebumps along his bare arms. Something about Bakura wasn�t quite right. Right as in, normal for an evil spirit bent on world domination and suffering.

"Um right." He cleared his throat and spoke a tad calmer. "Isis and Rashid are going to wonder where I�m at, you know. Then they�re going to start looking around and then they�ll discover you have me here."

"No they won�t." the yami replied matter of fact. "Why would they search pathetic Ryou�s house?"

He said that last part in his best impersonation of his hikari and even Malik was pressed on whether believing the poor boy was in control. The leering grin that followed let him know it was still Bakura.

"They�ll find me!"

Bakura shrugged and walked off out of Malik�s line of sight. A moment later he felt the chair being pulled toward the table. Once the teen was sitting at the table, Bakura popped back up and vanished into the kitchen.

"Oh Ra, what is this psycho up to?" Malik muttered with a sigh. From the kitchen, he heard Bakura chuckle.

Moments passed without a word as the bound teen tried again to free himself. When he came to the same conclusion as before, Malik silently fumed and eyed the table.

Salad fork, dinner fork, spoon, dull butter knife. Cloth napkin, plate made of china.

"You�re not talking." Bakura called out from the kitchen.

"I don�t see you freeing me." Malik countered. The yami�s chuckle reached his ears and he scowled as he continued to examine the table�s contents.

Table cloth, more fine silverware, napkin, fine china again. A place setting for a person sitting next to me. Malik sighed.

"Looks like a fancy dinner for two."

Just then, Bakura came in carrying two sautéed chicken breasts covered in a delicious smelling mushroom sauce. He placed them on the plates and went back into the kitchen for more. Seconds later, he came out with a salad, a bowl of strawberries and chocolate syrup then sat down beside Malik.

Malik looked down at his plate, wiggled, tugged at his bonds and looked at Bakura, who began eating his chicken. He politely cleared his throat.

"Did you expect me to eat as well?"

"Oh!&quBakuBakura exclaimed and ran off then returned with a knife and a pair of handcuffs. He cut the bonds off Malik, then deftly handcuffed the teen�s hands in front of him before he could do anything about it. The tomb robber returned to his seat, happy with his handy work, tossed the knife in the direction of the kitchen and began eating once more.

Malik looked down at his plate, his bound hands and finally at the person who made this experience possible. With an annoyed growl, he began eating as well.

Bakura cut his eyes toward his unwilling guest as he ate. He watched the chicken being cut by the fine silver fork then lift to Malik�s mouth before disappearing inside. He saw his guest�s lavender eyes dart to him and return to his plate. Bakura smiled faintly when it would occur.

Doesn�t he realize?

"How is the food?" Bakura inquired glancing at Malik. He caught him looking at him again and he smirked.

"Not bad. Didn�t know you could cook."

The tomb robber laughed softly, "There�s many thing you don�t know about me."

"Like why you kidnapped me?" Malik said with a glare aimed at his host.

Bakura smiled, "I�m sure you can figure that out on your own." He winked at him, "You�re a smart boy."

That wink scared Malik. This wasn�t the same power mad tomb robber he plotted with during Battle City. He was�different somehow. Much more sinister than before.

Of course now Malik didn�t have his own ruthless yami with an equal amount of shadow powers as Bakura to back him up. Plus, he was handcuffed, his feet were bound to the legs of the chair and unable to get a hold of his Millennium Rod �and that was betting that Bakura didn�t remove it from his person while he was out cold. A rabid bunny would be scary under the same circumstances.

"You�re not getting my Rod." Malik told him in a flat tone of voice.

Bakura cut his gaze to him and snickered.

"Oh!" he exclaimed trying to wipe the smirk off his face. "You were speaking of your item. No, you may keep that for now."

"Then why am I here!? Why did you shanghai me and why are you sitting there laughing at me over your mushroom chicken?!"

Bakura really did try to stop laughing at Malik. The childish glare that he kept sending the yami didn�t help matters a bit. Nor did the angry lunge he made wielding a butter knife that resulted in the teenager landing flat on his face at Bakura�s feet.

"Did you forget something?" the yami asked sweetly as he set Malik and the chair back upright.

"I hate you." Malik muttered.

Bakura chuckled, "Yes well, I doubt that was it."

Malik would have snorted and crossed his arms in front of him but he settled for a mutinous expression and refusing to eat the food set before him.

"You should eat, you�re going to need your strength." Bakura said in between bites a moment later.

"I�m not hungry."

He shrugged and continued to savor his meal. If Malik had any say, it�d be his last. Unfortunately, he was helpless to do anything except pull at the handcuffs and around his ankles.

"Can�t even get an inch." the teen muttered. "What type of knot is this?"

"Klemheist."

Malik looked at Bakura and frowned.

"The knot is called the Klemheist."

"I hate it." He added, "And I hate you."

Bakura shrugged and rose to his feet. He walked over to the knife he had previously tossed aside and slipped it in his waistband as he went to Malik�s side. The yami cocked his head as he pondered upon something then pulled the knife out and cut the teen�s legs free.

Immediately Malik knew he was free he shoved Bakura on his butt and took off running toward the door. At the door he tried the door and found it locked so he tried a window. It, too, was locked.

Suddenly the Egyptian teen found his face rammed into the window and searing pain where Bakura gripped a handful of hair at the back of his head. Malik was pulled back by his hair, leaning back to become face to face with his captor.

"I have been very patient with you, Malik Ishtar." Bakura growled bringing the blade in his hands to the teen�s neck. "I have went through much preparation to bring you here and keep you here. Don�t make me waste that effort by killing you."

Malik felt the cool metal caress his neck and a faint sting where it pierced his flesh. He saw the tomb robber�s brown eyes darken to ebony at the sight of his blood and Bakura lick his lips in anticipation of tasting the lifeblood of Malik.

Instead of doing just that, Bakura kicked his guest�s feet out of under him and dragged him upstairs by his hair. Malik grabbed hold of Bakura�s wrists simply to prevent him pulling out a chunk of his scalp, not even trying to gain some footing to walk wherever the tomb robber wanted.

At the top of the stairs, Bakura turned left, pulling his captive after him into the bathroom where he pulled him into the tub, turned him facing the wall and hooked Malik�s bound arms over the showerhead.

The teen tried pulling his arms free but found the spout was higher enough that when Bakura slipped the handcuffs over it, they would stay and allowed only enough room for Malik to stand comfortably.

"I hate you." He muttered tugging on the handcuffs and gently banged his head on the wall. Bakura chuckled behind him.

Silence passed between them broken only by the sound of their breathing. To Malik, there was an extra sound in the quiet room, the sound of his heart beating in his chest. With every loud thud, he prepared for the feel of a blade in his back. For every moment that passed that the event did not happen, his heart beat harder until it threatened to explode.

When he felt Bakura tug on his shirt, Malik jumped slightly and the yami chuckled as the sound of cloth meeting sharp steal and losing filled the room. Moments later, his shirt slithered down to Malik�s feet in neat strips.

Beginning from his shoulders down to his waist, warm fingers gently ran over the scars on Malik�s back, tracing each one delicately. While fingers danced over his back, a hand began caressing the flesh of his chest. The hand moved to twist his nipples between soft thumb and forefinger until Malik hissed, rocking back into Bakura.

"You like that?" the yami whispered in his ear as the hand on Malik�s back moved to the front and dipped under his waistband, journeying to his aroused flesh. When Bakura�s hand met what it sought, the teen cried out only to have his head jerked back and lips captured in a demanding kiss.

What is he doing? Malik�s mind cried while his body answered to Bakura�s commands. His eyes drifted close, his member hardened, he pressed against Bakura�s talented hands. Why is he...?

He didn�t get to finish that thought.

Bakura�s mouth moved away from his and sharp teeth locked onto a previously unknown sensitive spot on his neck right below his ear. He gasped as the yami released his neck and began lapping at the skin there, slowly unbuttoning the teen�s suddenly restrictive pants.

"Are you ready?" Bakura murmured nibbling on Malik�s ear. His tongue played with the earring as he nibbled along the edges. Malik could only make husky mewing noises in response but the yami took it as his answer. Along with the teen�s soft cries came the sound of his pants falling to his feet.

Bakura released Malik�s ear and began tracing each of his newly revealed scars with his tongue and lips. As he drifted lower, his hands drifted lower until his fingers danced over Malik�s cock.

"Bakura!" Malik moaned as the tomb raider wrapped his hands around him. Bakura chuckled nipped at bare backside.

"Yes, that�s what I want to hear." He told his captive sliding his still clothed body up Malik�s.

He pulled his head back as he pulled on Malik�s manhood, eliciting a cry from him that allowed Bakura to plunder his mouth. Malik whimpered when Bakura�s hands moved away from him to yank off his own clothing but moaned low in his throat and his eyes squeezed shut when he felt the tomb raider�s hands return as skin rubbed against skin.

"Do you know why you�re here?" Bakura whispered breathlessly as he gently twisted Malik to face him. The teen moved forward and stopped his words with a kiss. With a groan, Bakura pushed him away.

"Malik, open your eyes and listen to me."

Smoky lavender eyes fluttered open to look upon the man in front of him. Once again Malik went to kiss Bakura again but the yami stopped him.

"Do you know why you�re here?" Bakura asked.

"You brought me."

He chuckled and ground his hips into Malik�s earning a deep gasp and moan.

"But do you know why?" Bakura inquired running his nails around and over the Egyptian�s taunt backside.

Malik�s eyes drifted shut, "Y-you wanted me."

"Yesss." Bakura purred in his ear as he continued his ministrations then jerked him close. "Do you want me?"
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