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Carpe Diem Baby	By : KCBailey Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Carpe Diem Baby
- 1
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing
them.

Notes: Title comes from the song of the
same name by Metallica, which I highly recommend.

Warnings: NC-17/18! Language, sex, very
little plot.

Author(-ess): Bedlam (AFFN), Koneko
Cain (FFN)

Carpe Diem Baby

“-And we need to raise around five thousand dollars over the
next two months or they're going to close down the shelter!”
Ryou explained to his friends, who sat around in his living room
looking at various pictures of cute, fuzzy little animals.

“What can we do?” Jou asked, not seeing why they'd
all been dragged over there. Even if they all donated (which he
seriously doubted a few of their party would), they still wouldn't be
making much. Knowing Ryou and Anzu, who'd called the impromptu
meeting, they were all going to end up handing out leaflets on street
corners about the plight of the shelter. However, Anzu had a
strangely disturbing smile on her face as she looked them all over.

“You can look pretty.” She said, smirking wickedly.

Yami raised an eyebrow, not sure about the direction this odd
conversation was taking. “What exactly are you planning?”
He asked, sitting on a large chair well away from their resident
thief, who was perched on the window seat looking out at the rain
pouring down outside. He wasn't really paying attention to what was
going on – having told Ryou earlier that the critters he was
trying to save used to serve him quite well as lunch out in the
desert, and he disliked animals almost as much as people. Ryou hadn't
told him the plan for raising the money yet though, which was the
entire reason for him being there in the same room as his nemesis. He
was curious. There was precious little else to do now that he
couldn't just go back and sleep in the Ring; he found being mortal
again just as irritating as most other things in his 'life'.

“Here's the deal.” Anzu stood up from her perch on the
table, folding her arms and looking authoritative. “Kaiba has
very kindly agreed to loan us the use of his ballroom, although God
only knows why Kaiba needs a ballroom in the first place. Anyway,
there's going to be a party for all those sons-and-daughters of rich
people that like to suck up to him.”

“How does this involve us and making money for animals?”
Mai asked, perking up at the mention of a party full of rich people.
It'd been a while since she'd strutted her stuff in front of anyone
who could afford to take her to dinner anywhere more upmarket than
Burger World.

Jou, sitting next to Yugi on the floor, sneezed.

“There's going to be an auction at the party...” Ryou
began, only to be cut off by Bakura's dark chuckle.

“Something funny, thief?” Yami demanded, wanting to hear
the rest of the plan and what this 'auction' was all about.

“They're going to auction you off like slaves.” The tomb
robber said in an amused voice, still looking out at the rain. It was
really coming down now, thundering on the road outside. He couldn't
hear it through the modern wonders of double glazing, but he summoned
the memory of what a torrent should sound like and half-closed his
crimson eyes, ignoring the commotion his comment had caused.

“Slaves?” Yami accused, narrowing his eyes at Ryou and
Anzu. While Ryou looked slightly worried, Anzu just snorted and
perched on the table again.

“Not 'slaves', how outdated are
you people? It's just a bit of fun to raise money for the shelter.
Listen, all you have to do is look good, get auctioned off and the go
on a date with whoever wins you. It's not like you have to sleep with
them or anything,” she shrugged, “unless you want to.”

“Count me in,” Mai smiled flirtatiously. “Looking
good is what I do best.”

“Great!” Anzu grinned, grabbing a piece of paper from the
table and the pen she'd tucked behind her ear earlier. “Which
do you want in for? There's two different auctions. First straight –
strictly men bidding on women and vice versa. Then there's the 'not
fussy' auction, where anyone can bid.” Anzu explained, drawing
two columns on the sheet of paper.

“I'll take the straight auctions,” Mai laughed. “If
I ever do jump the fence, it's not going to be on public display.”

“Ok, anyone else? Come on, you know you want to save the
animals.” Anzu encouraged, nudging Jou with her foot.

“Fine, but Kaiba better not be dere.” Jou muttered,
grabbing the paper and writing his name in the 'not fussy' column.

“Actually, he said he'd be upstairs working for most of the
night.” Ryou assured, smiling sweetly.

“Put me in the second one,” Malik piped up, “and
put my Yami in too. He won't care, he'll probably enjoy trying to
rake in more money than everyone else. I'll tell him when I get
home.”

Anzu complied and wrote their names in, turning to Yami, who was
looking smug.

“I take it you're in?” She asked, noting the fact that
he'd only started looking pleased about the idea when Malik had
mentioned the competition of making the most money.

“It doesn't sound too bad, you can put me down for the second
auction.” He said, watching her write his name down. “Yugi?
What about you?” He asked, smiling at his light. “You
don't have to if you don't want to.”

“Actually, I'm helping Ryou and Anzu out with the backstage
details.” Yugi smiled happily, pleased that he was getting to
spend some time with Anzu.

“Put me in for auction one,” Honda piped up from the
other side of Jou, who leered at him. “Can't leave Mai all
alone.”

“I'll do it too, put me in the first one.” Shizuka
giggled. Jou looked about to protest, but Ishizu's voice cut him off.
“Me as well, I'll be in the second.” She declared,
looking amused as Malik tried not to look too disturbed.

“Well, looks like that's everyone in.” Anzu grinned.
“Hopefully we'll make enough to keep the shelter open and have
some fun too.”

“What about the tomb robber?” Yami raised an eyebrow,
looking over at Bakura, who was still watching the downpour.

“Bakura?” Ryou asked, getting the thief's attention. “Are
you in?”

Bakura sneered at the thought, leaning back against the window frame
and closing his eyes.

“I won't be sold like a slave, paraded about in front of a pack
of horny teenagers. I have already told you, the creatures you want
to save are nothing but meat to me.” The ancient thief said in
his husky voice.

“Afraid you couldn't make as much money as the King of Games,
thief?” Yami purred, a challenge in his voice. Bakura opened
his crimson eyes and looked passively over at the pharaoh, sizing him
up and down carefully. Did he actually have a chance to make more
than that arrogant bastard?

He is known as well here as he was in the desert. Fame adds to his
desirability, I would expect. I am not the infamous king of thieves
here, but perhaps I could still best him at this foolish game. This
body may not be as strong as my first, but it has the advantage of
being more attractive. Bakura
thought, staring silently at the game king.

“Nothing to say?” Yami asked, wearing that arrogant smirk
Bakura despised so much.

“Put me in the second auction, if only to shut you up.”
The thief said finally, before turning back to look out at the rain
again.

“It looks like we're going to be drawing up a scoreboard, too.”
Anzu muttered, unheard as the room erupted into excited chattering.

XxXxX

Bakura stared at his meager collection of clothes, knowing that his
favourite striped shirt was out of the
question for the night's events. He'd never really attempted to
actually look attractive before, but if he wanted to beat the pharaoh
he was going to have to take the form he was stuck with and make it
look good. He didn't look too
bad to begin with, he mused as he stared into the full-length mirror.
His hair was damp from the shower and hung heavily down to brush the
small of his back, his skin was a little too pale but unblemished and
soft. His figure was more feminine than it had been back in the
desert, Bakura noticed thoughtfully as he eyed the soft curves of his
thighs, waist and thin hips. Concentrating on an image in his mind
and letting the power of the Ring flow into him, he watched black ink
appear beneath his skin, slowly bleeding into a picture. The tattoo
was a dark swirl of a snake, the tip of its tail standing out against
the pale skin of the side of his throat. The body of the creature led
over one white shoulder on to his back, where it covered most of the
expanse of his shoulder blades in sensual coils. Its head curved over
one hip, ruby eyes standing out brightly on his skin. The scales of
the tattoo snake were different shades of green, but Bakura narrowed
his eyes and let the power flow again, changing the colours. Finally
pleased with it, he left it a myriad of different blues. Perhaps
people would think he worked for the Yakuza, it might discourage some
of the younger, more naive bidders. He didn't have a preference over
men or women – he'd been around far too long for that –
but he didn't want to end up babysitting some rich young girl or boy
all night. He at least wanted someone who might not bore him for the
entire night, although he doubted he was going to find that.

Now all he needed was an outfit. Standing naked in front of the
mirror, Bakura picked up a pair of tight black jeans from the chair
beside him, running his thumb over the soft leather. Sliding into
them, he smirked. Outfit complete. Well, almost. He might wear shoes,
if it was still raining.

XxXxX

The party was a huge success, the crowd of the young, wealthy and
elite buzzing with excitement over the impending auctions, checkbooks
and generous bank accounts at the ready. The king of games himself
was going to be there, that was a prize not worth missing out on.
Especially for the games enthusiasts among the crowd, of which there
were a few. The buffet tables were stacked high with expensive little
morsels of food that wouldn't fill up a supermodel, let alone over a
hundred teenagers. Such was the high life, and they were all used to
it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the first auction will be starting in
five minutes, please gather around the stage.” Anzu, wearing a
glittery gown that had almost given Yugi a heart attack, spoke into
the microphone. She stood atop a wooden stage at one end of the hall,
which was quickly surrounded by the masses eager for the games to
begin.

Backstage behind a red velvet curtain, Yugi and Ryou were separating
everyone to be auctioned first and second, although half of the
second set hadn't even turned up yet.

Mai was first up, and she strode forward confidently onto the center
of the stage to a chorus of whistles and cheers. She was wearing one
of her usual low-cut tops and a miniskirt, her blonde hair cascading
down over her shoulders in golden curls. Smiling, she winked at the
crowd and came to a stop next to Anzu, standing with one hand on her
hip and a flirtatious smile.

“First up we have Mai Kujaku, gentlemen.” Anzu announced.
“She's an avid card player and likes the finer side of life –
so any dates to Burger World are definitely out.”

The crowd laughed and Anzu grinned at Mai, who'd requested that be
said.

“Let's start the bidding!”

Backstage, Ryou and Yugi listened to the bidding while they helped
Shizuka zip up the back of her pretty pink dress, a pink flowered
fascinator clipped to her hair, which she wore long.

“Do I look alright?” She asked, a little nervous. She
didn't have Mai's overwhelming confidence, but Ryou knew she was
going to do fine. She had an innocent charm about her that only added
to her beauty, and as she walked out onto the stage the whistles and
cat-calls seemed to encourage her a little. She stood next to Anzu as
Mai walked off down the steps to her football-player date, who'd just
won her for over six hundred dollars. She didn't seem to mind the
result, and silently gave Shizuka an encouraging thumbs-up as she
passed.

“Can't believe I let her do dis...” Jou was muttering
next to Ryou, whose eyes widened at the first bid.

“One thousand dollars.”
Came the smooth voice from near the back, and Jou made an odd sound
between a squeak and a growl as Otogi Ryuuji stepped forward, dressed
in his usual red and black dice gear. Shizuka giggled, stepping down
to take his hand since nobody could beat that. Ryou and Yugi held Jou
back, letting Honda onto the stage while they tried to calm the irate
blonde.
Honda wasn't too happy either, but he decided it was only for one
night and he'd have plenty of time to show her he could be just as
charming as Otogi later. Right now, he had other things to worry
about. A rather frightening brunette with a leather choker and a
corset near the front was bidding for him and looked determined to
win, a distinctly predatory look on her face.

XxXxX

The night wore on and the auctions continued into the second half,
the 'anything goes' bidding where girls could bid for each other and
the same applied for men. Ishizu, in a stunning light patterned linen
dress, was won by a woman in black with long, red hair and startling
green eyes. They headed off to dance in the middle of the large
ballroom while the other auctions continued. Jou was won by a
timid-looking girl with light brown hair and large, soulful eyes who
he seemed to be getting on fine with. Honda had ended up with 'the
dominatrix', as Ryou and Yugi had decided to call her. They'd
disappeared somewhere, and nobody really wanted to go looking. Marik
had been bought by Rebbecca, which made everyone laugh. Still, he
seemed to be taking in in his stride, standing over by the buffet
tables and making her laugh. Malik had ended up with Pegasus, which
he hadn't seemed too enthusiastic about at first. They were sitting
quietly at one of the tables now though, and Ryou supposed it meant
they were getting on as well as could be expected. Now it was down to
the final two auctions, and they'd already made almost twice as much
as they'd set out to.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, the King of Games!” Anzu
announced, as Yami smirked and strode onto the stage. Bakura watched
with Ryou and Yugi, wearing his long, black coat. He'd turned up
halfway through the auctions and had been watching disinterestedly
ever since.

Yami strode to center stage and bowed regally, setting off the
bidding before Anzu had a chance to say anything further as one
long-legged young woman near the front shouted out a bid for two
thousand dollars.

“...Wow.”
Yugi gaped as the prices went higher. Ryou just nodded in agreement,
watching the frenzy. When it finally began to die down at around five
thousand dollars, Dartz stood up from his seat and bid ten thousand.
Yami looked shocked for a moment but Dartz gave him a relatively
non-threatening
smile and he shrugged, stepping down when nobody could best that.

“Do you mind if we stay for the final auction?” The game
king asked the Atlantean, who nodded his head in supplication.

“Of course not. It should be rather interesting if your friend
Bakura lives up to expectations.” Dartz said with a smile,
looking back up at the stage.

“I wouldn't call him a friend...” Yami muttered, but
followed Dartz' example and trained his eyes back on the curtain.

“For our final auction of the night we have Bakura.” Anzu
announced, as the thief shed his coat and walked out casually from
behind the curtain. A gasp that rivaled the one Yami had received
went up from the crowd, and even Dartz raised an eyebrow.

Bakura had gone with his first choice of outfit – a pair of
leather jeans and nothing else at all, not even shoes. He padded
barefoot to the middle of the stage and stood there, bare chest
glistening in the light from the chandelier hanging above the
ballroom. The snake tattoo stood out starkly against his skin,
winding over his shoulder, up his neck, down his back and over the
slight curve of his hip.

“Damn.” Yugi swore appreciatively, raising an eyebrow at
Ryou as though it'd been his doing. The brown eyed Brit just
shrugged, indicating that it had nothing to do with him.

Yami stood at the foot of the stage, frowning. Bakura looked good, he
might even be beaten at this game. Any second now Anzu would start
the bidding, and if Bakura won he was never going to hear the end of
it.

However, before the bidding could begin a deep, familiar voice broke
the relative silence from across the hall.

“Twenty thousand dollars.” Seto Kaiba said clearly,
standing in the doorway. Bakura's head snapped up and he stared at
the CEO in shock, ignoring the excited chattering that had started up
again.

What does he want
with me? The thief wondered,
suspicious. Seto had never seemed interested in him before. Perhaps
he was just doing it to annoy Yami? That seemed to be likely, since
the pharaoh was just as shocked as Bakura.

“Well,” Anzu came to her senses quickly, “I think
that ends the bidding, I'd like to thank you all for attending...”
She continued, as Bakura slowly padded down from the stage and looked
around for the man who'd won him. He didn't like the way that
sounded, as though he were a slave. He'd been there before,
after all.

“The tattoo is a nice touch. It makes you look like a
criminal.” Seto's deep, smooth voice came from behind him and
Bakura turned, wondering if he should just make a run for it now.
They'd reached their quota without him, anyway.

“I am a criminal.” The thief pointed out, following Seto
to a quieter part of the room because there was little else he could
do and he was curious as to why Seto had chosen to spend such a large
amount of money on him.

“I'm aware of that.” Seto replied, stopping near one of
the many buffet tables and pouring himself a drink. “Thirsty?”
He asked, pouring another for Bakura as he nodded.

“This is all to annoy Pharaoh, I take it? It seems like a lot
of money to spend, although I expect less than it would cost to hold
an entire tournament.” The thief smirked, remembering the
lengths to which Seto was willing to go to defeat Yami.

“Actually this has nothing to do with him.” Seto said
with his own smirk, enjoying the way Bakura tensed a little,
instantly defensive.

“Then what is it that you want from me? I know a simple date
isn't what you paid so much for.” The albino demanded, ignoring
the appreciative glances he was getting from nearby party-goers.

“Observant.” Seto laughed darkly. “I could take you
out for dinner, if you're feeling old-fashioned.”

Bakura's crimson eyes widened a little and he took a step back,
working out what Seto wanted from the tone of his voice and the burn
of his eyes, dragging over every inch of him.

“You want to fuck me.” The thief stated, not sure what to
think of that.

“I want to make you scream. There aren't even words for what I
want to do to you.” Seto purred wickedly. Bakura's heart sped
up and he shivered at the words and the promise in the dark blue eyes
that were staring down at him.

“What if I refuse?” The tomb robber asked, unsure if he
wanted to let the night go from a date to...whatever Seto had
planned.

“I'll take you out to a restaurant and then you can go home and
spend the night wondering what it would have been like.”

That decided things, in Bakura's eyes.

“Fine, but I don't scream.” The thief said, draining his
drink and placing the glass down on the table. Seto just took his
hand and kissed the back of it, giving another evil-sounding laugh.

“You will,” he promised, leading Bakura from the hall.

XxXxX

“Are we not going to your room?” Bakura questioned,
noticing that Seto wasn't leading him up the stairs towards where his
room would surely be. Instead the CEO was heading past the grand
staircase towards the kitchens at the back of the mansion.

“I have somewhere a little different in mind.” Seto said,
coming to a stop next to a locked door just past the kitchens, tucked
away in a corner near the broom cupboards where it was barely
noticeable. “Remember that you agreed to this. This is your
last chance to back out.” The CEO offered, taking a key from
his back pocket. Bakura glanced at the key and then the door, which
looked perfectly harmless yet undoubtedly held something Seto didn't
want his brother or the hired help running across. The darkness in
his blood quickened and he stepped to the side to allow his date to
open the door.

“I hope for your sake that this is not going to bore me.”
Bakura said simply, watching the key turn in the lock and the door
swing open.

Inside the door was a set of stone stairs, which led down into
darkness. At Seto's gesture Bakura headed down first, even his eyes
no match for the pitch blackness. It was soothing to be in such
complete darkness and Bakura enjoyed it while he could, once again
wondering why on earth mortals associated darkness with evil. To him
it was a soft, inky curtain that swept over his skin, cutting off his
sight but intensifying every other sense. He could hear Seto locking
the door behind them and tried to guess what he'd gotten himself
into. It was clear Seto had some kind of cellar down here that held
the things he couldn't keep in his bedroom.

And just what type of torture chamber does the honourable priest
keep down here in the dark? Bakura
wondered, feeling his way down the steps and holding onto the wall to
stop himself stumbling. When he reached the bottom of the staircase
he felt the ground level out and stilled, waiting for the brunette
behind him to catch up. Expecting the lights to be switched on any
moment he tried to get a feel for the size of the room, but before he
could come to any conclusions he was pushed roughly against the cold
stone wall at his back. The breath had barely left his lips in a
sharp gasp before they were covered by Seto's, the CEO's tongue
forcing its way into his mouth. Bakura leant
back against the wall and allowed his wrists to be pinned above his
head, feeling the sharp sting of teeth drawing blood from his bottom
lip and the warmth of Seto's free hand sliding up his bare chest. He
kissed back with equal fervor, soft noises of pleasure smothered by
the brunette's lips as Seto's questing fingers ghosted their way up
his sides and across his chest to one of his nipples. A sharp pinch
had Bakura arching up into the kiss, pulling back in shock when a
loud click echoed through the darkness around them.

“What...?” The thief murmured, struggling to come to his
senses. Seto's hand had left his wrists but they remained pinned to
the wall above him, held in place by something cool, metal and
thicker than handcuffs.

Shackles? This really is some type of torture chamber. Bakura
thought, testing the strength of the iron cuffs that held him in
place. They were good quality and held fast, telling Bakura that he
truly did belong to Seto for the night. A flutter of anxiety made its
way through him but he squashed it down, instead wondering where Seto
had gone. The touch of his hands had left and Bakura opened his eyes,
staring into the darkness blindly.

“Afraid?” The elder Kaiba brother's smooth voice asked
from somewhere in the smothering blackness.

“Should I be?” Bakura
asked in reply, trying to pinpoint the direction Seto's voice had
come from. It seemed to be all around him though, the acoustics of
the underground chamber confusing his thief's senses. It reminded him
a little of the tombs he'd stolen from and he leant
his head back against the cool stone of the wall, long-forgotten
memories closing in on him until the priest's voice broke the silence
again.

“Yes.” It said, and Bakura shivered deliciously. He
wondered how much Seto knew about him and the power of the Ring. Any
damage he took would heal within a few hours but with a mortal body
he could no longer retreat to the safety of the Sennen Item. He could
die in this form, did Seto know that? The flutter of anxiety made its
presence known again in the pit of his stomach, even more so when a
match was struck and thrown into the gaping, dark maw of a
blacksmith's forge, which roared into life. The darkness shrank back
from the flickering light of the fire and Bakura forced his eyes to
adjust, finally allowed to see the details of the room he was chained
up in.

Ra in heaven, he really does have a torture chamber down here.
Bakura thought in shock, staring around the newly revealed cellar. It
looked like something out of a medieval fantasy or the Spanish
Inquisition. In the center was a four-poster bed that would have made
sleeping beauty proud, except for the very un-fairytale
amount of chains and cuffs adorning the bedposts and the black satin
sheets that caught the flickering reflections of the fire from the
furnace, which took up center place in one wall. Next to the forge
sat an anvil and various hammers and tongs, which seemed to be
outlined menacingly by the fire. The rest of the wall the furnace
took up was made up of hooks holding various spiked collars and
cuffs, along with a number of items of studded leather apparel that
Seto was standing in front of, looking at them as one would a rack of
magazines.

On the other side of the bed from the furnace was a wooden table
complete with leather straps to hold the occupant down, another set
of wrist and ankle cuffs next to it on the wall and a rack of
vicious-looking whips that made Bakura shudder with fear and
anticipation. Finally near next to the wall he was chained against
sat a large oak chest bound with iron spiked hinges and straps and a
large padlock. Bakura's eyes lingered on it and Seto noticed, a
devilish smile playing at his lips.

“You'll find out what's in there later.” The former
priest purred, picking a thin leather band from the wall near the
furnace and making to walk over to Bakura. On the way he paused and
took up a long poker, sticking it into the forge.

Perhaps this was not such a good idea...
Bakura thought, as Seto stood before him and held up the collar. It
was a thin strap that buckled at the back, blunt metal studs
glittering against the soft leather.

“Am I supposed to calmly let you collar me?” Bakura
asked, wondering exactly how far Seto would go with all this
equipment.

“You could. Or you could struggle and see what happens.”
Seto purred again, enjoying the fact that the tone of his voice made
Bakura shiver.

“I am not a pet.” The thief hissed, refusing to let Seto
collar him as though he really were a slave bought at a market.

“Things look a little different from where I'm standing,”
Seto eyed the shirtless, tattooed thief chained against his wall,
arms clasped together above his head. “But, if you're
determined to be difficult this early into the night, perhaps I
should teach you who's in charge here.” The brunette decided,
unclasping one of Bakura's wrists but keeping a firm hold of it when
the thief tested to see if he could break loose.

“What are you-” Bakura demanded, gasping as he was spun
around and strapped to the wall again, this time with his bare chest
pressed against the cold stone.

“That snake really does suit you,” Seto commented idly,
tracing his fingers along the black outline of the blue-toned serpent
splayed across the expanse of Bakura's back. “It seems a shame
to ruin it so soon.”

Bakura couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of his captor's touch on
the cool skin of his back, biting back a murmur of protest when the
gentle fingers vanished. He rested his forehead on the stone before
him, listening to Seto moving about the room doing Ra-knew-what. He
knew something painful was coming, and had the brief chance to wonder
if the other auctioned dates were having as strange a time as he was
before agony lanced across the center of his back and he arched up,
crying out in shock. He tried to turn his head to see what Seto was
doing when the crack of a whip sounded and he choked back another
cry, a second lash raising a red line across his pale, tattooed skin.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” The thief demanded,
arching again at yet another strike of the whip, pressing against the
wall and blinking back the tears stinging his eyes. He'd never been
lashed in this body before and it seemed to have a lower tolerance
for pain than his old one. That or he'd spent so long without pain
like this that he'd forgotten how to handle it.

“Showing you what happens if you don't do as I say.” Seto
answered, bringing the whip down again and again. Bakura breathed
heavily against the wall, swallowing the urge to cry out at each
strike because Seto didn't deserve the satisfaction. It hurt, each
initial strike sending a burst of agony through his entire body and
his whole back aflame with pain. After ten lashes Seto stopped,
watching his captive thief collapse against the wall, panting
heavily. Taking a step forwards, Seto dragged his fingers up Bakura's
back, through the blood trickling down from where a couple of the
lashes had broken the skin. The touch made the thief strain in the
shackles, letting a strangled sound of pain pass his clenched teeth.

“Bastard...” He managed through gasping breaths, as Seto
showed him the blood coating his fingers.

“Bleeding already and we're barely started. You might not last
the night.” The former priest chuckled darkly, raising the
blood to his lips and licking it off. Bakura watched, head turned to
the side to see what Seto was doing and a tremor coursing through
him. The sight of Seto licking his blood from his fingers almost made
it worth the pain and he turned back to the wall, forcing his
breathing into check.

Just what else does he have in store for me?
The thief wondered dazedly, jumping at a touch on the painful skin of
his back. Instead of the pain he was expecting, he felt Seto gently
tracing the very edges of each of the ten red welts that had
blossomed across his back, rubbing something into the burning stripes
ever so softly. It took Bakura a moment to realize that whatever Seto
was coating the wounds with was making them tingle, numbing the pain
slightly to a dull throb. It felt good, the soft strokes against the
edges of the raw wounds causing a burst of sparks through his abused
flesh. An involuntary groan left his lips and he regretted it the
moment he heard it, even as he arched into the touches.

“Better?” Seto asked quietly, his fingers leaving the red
welts to run in a firm touch down to the very base of Bakura's spine
below the line of his leather jeans, making his hips rock against the
wall.

“Yes...” Bakura whispered, hoping Seto would keep
touching him. The leather jeans he'd chosen to wear were growing
tighter and he tried to ignore it, forehead resting against the cool
wall, focusing on the throbbing burn in his back.

“Are you going to co-operate now or should I keep going?”
Seto asked, running the leather of the whip down the marred tattoo on
the thief's shoulder blades and holding the collar up so that Bakura
could see it when he turned his head. As much as Bakura wanted to
obey his nature and refuse to be collared, he could tell Seto would
gladly continue with the punishment and add another set of lashes to
the ones he already wore across his burning skin.

Turning back to face the wall, Bakura allowed the cool leather strap
to be fastened about his throat, Seto gathering his hair out of the
way to buckle it firmly in place and then unfastening the shackles.
Not expecting the sudden freedom Bakura collapsed as he was spun
around again, cursing his weakness when Seto caught him easily. The
CEO caught his pointed chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting his
head up to inspect the collar as Bakura hissed at him and found his
feet.

“It suits you.” The elder Kaiba commented, moving his
fingers down from the thief's chin to his neck, tracing the outline
of the leather band. Bakura's eyes slid closed, his throat sensitive
enough that such a simple touch sent fire twisting through him. Seto
noticed the reaction he received and smirked, leaning down while
Bakura's eyes were closed. Not expecting the sudden warmth of lips
against his neck and the pinch of teeth nipping at his skin, Bakura
moaned quietly and let his head fall back, one of Seto's hands buried
in his snowy hair and the other catching up his wrists again.

They moved again and this time when Bakura forced his eyes open they
were at the bed and he was being pressed down on it, spread across
the silky black covers like an offering. The wonderful lips left his
throat and he let out a murmur of protest at the loss before his eyes
snapped open, feeling the fastening of his jeans being made short
work of.

“These suit you as well, but I'm sure you look much better
without them.” Seto purred, peeling the tight-fitting leather
off and tossing it into a corner, still fully-clothed himself. Naked
and spread on the bed with the silky sheets against his still
throbbing back, Bakura closed his eyes and allowed himself to be
thoroughly inspected by his captor, who was very pleased with the
sight. The albino thief's pale skin stood out against the black
sheets and Seto didn't bother resisting the urge to touch him,
starting with the long, silky smooth legs draped before him. Parting
them with a lingering touch, Seto knelt between the tomb robber's
thighs and lent over him, watching crimson eyes flutter open.

“Very nice,” Seto decided, tracing a path down Bakura's
chest and across his flat stomach, over his hips to the insides of
his thighs. The thief growled in frustration at not being touched
where he so obviously needed it, quickly chastised when Seto lent
over further and thrust his tongue into Bakura's navel, at the same
time pinching one of the thief's nipples between his fingers and
twisting it sharply.

Bakura cried out in pain and pleasure, not sure which was more
intense as he twisted on the bed, bringing his hands up to bury in
Seto's hair to hold him in place. The lancing pain that traveled
across his chest faded quickly as Seto's thumb gently circled the
abused nub of flesh, his maddening tongue moving down to trace the
line where Bakura's thighs met his body. He lay back on the bed,
panting softly and letting Seto do as he pleased, enjoying the gentle
treatment while it lasted. The hand on his chest trailed down to his
waist to hold him down and Bakura had no more than a moment to wonder
what Seto was doing before a slick tongue burned a path up the length
of his arousal. The sudden intense pleasure had him gasping
breathlessly, hips rocking. The heat of Seto's skilled mouth moved
down, gently nipping and licking at every inch of skin until Bakura
threw his head back and cried out, feeling the wriggling tongue bury
itself inside him. His whole body seemed to tense up, not daring to
move as Seto's tongue twisted, his breath coming in short, shallow
gasps and his hands still tangled in the CEO's dark brown hair.

“St-stop-!” He managed to choke, warning Seto that he
wasn't going to last much longer if the former priest continued the
way he was going. The tongue withdrew and Bakura fell limp, panting
as Seto sat up and looked down at his prize in satisfaction.

“Has anyone ever told you that submission is a good look for
you?” The brunette said in an amused voice. The thief gathered
his wits at the words and growled, sitting up with a wince at the
pain in his back.

“Has anyone ever told you you're a sadistic son of a bitch?”
The tomb robber replied in a near snarl, annoyed that Seto's tongue
had bought him so close to the edge so quickly.

“All the time,” Seto said in a voice that told Bakura he
should have kept his mouth closed, “but not people I just paid
twenty thousand dollars for.”

Before Bakura could reply he was yanked off the bed by one wrist and
slammed into the wooden table, doubling over in pain as the wounds on
his back made themselves known again. He wanted to make some smart
comment about the fact that he was never going to see a penny of the
money Seto had spent because the do-gooders were spending it on
saving the critters he used to call dinner, but before the words
could leave his lips he found himself being chained down again, this
time to the smooth wooden table.

What the fuck is he going to do now? Bakura
thought in a slight panic, which only grew when Seto vanished from
view. An instant later the CEO was back, holding the poker he'd
thrust into the fire earlier.

“I think it's time you understood exactly who you belong to.”
Seto growled, holding the poker so that Bakura could see the glowing
end. The KC logo of KaibaCorp was shining white-hot in the dim light,
and Bakura's eyes widened.

“You wouldn't fucking dare!” He snarled, thrashing to try
and get free of the chains that held him down. He could put up with a
few strikes of a whip, but he wasn't about to lay there and let Seto
Kaiba brand him like an animal. However, he didn't look to have much
choice in the matter, since the chains held fast and Seto simply
stood with the poker in hand, waiting for him to exhaust his
struggling. When finally he ran out of energy Bakura collapsed back
against the table, panting out ragged curses, promising to murder
Seto in any number of agonizing ways once he got free. Seto just
smirked and lent over him, catching his chin and forcing his head
back.

“Listen to me because I am
only going to say this once.” The brunette warned in a level
voice, no emotion showing in his tone. Bakura stilled, knowing the
darkness that lay behind that voice and not having realized Seto
Kaiba had it in him. If only the pharaoh knew. “This is going
to hurt a lot, you're not stupid enough to think it isn't going to be
as bad as you're expecting. I can make it far, far worse than it has
to be. You have two options. You can either lay still and take it
cleanly, and I'll reward you when it's over, or you can put up a
fight and I can make this more painful than you can imagine.”
Seto promised in that same cold voice. Bakura lay still for a moment,
staring up with eyes that betrayed his fear. He knew exactly
how much Seto could make this hurt if he chose to, and he had no
desire to feel that. He was as proud as Seto himself, but he also
knew pain when it was offered. Giving in to this made him Seto's
bitch for the night and he knew it, but the alternative was finding
out how many different ways the CEO could torture someone.

“Alright,” Bakura whispered after a long moment of
staring up at the glowing end of the brand, trying to force his
breathing to even out. “But after this night is over...”
The thief hissed, leaving the threat hanging in the air.

“Good choice, you won't regret it.” Seto smirked, then
bought the brand down. Bakura watched the now red-hot KC logo press
firmly into the flesh of his arm, on the smooth expanse of skin
between this inside of his elbow and his wrist. The pain took a
moment to register but as soon as it did the thief arched up from the
table, an inhuman shriek of pain leaving his throat. His fists
clenched in the shackles and his vision flashed red, eyes glowing as
the Ring stopped him passing out. His breath was a hissed growl
between clenched teeth as he came down from the height of agony, wild
eyes fixing on Seto who stood watching in interest.

“Fucking...kill you...”
The thief spat, unable to hold back the sob of pain that left his
lips at the unexpected cold of an ice pack being pressed onto the
burn. Seto ignored his threats and set about cleaning and bandaging
the wound as well as any doctor, applying the same treatment he had
to the lashes on the thief's back until the burning pain began to
lessen. Bakura simply lay panting, tears streaming down his cheeks as
he tried to bring his thoughts into order again. A moment of
self-pity hit him as he realized the others were all probably out
with people who'd paid money because they wanted to spend the night
dancing and dating, not torturing whoever they'd won. With the
exception, perhaps, of Jounouchi. Bakura wondered if he should just
lay there and let Seto have his fun, then kill him in the morning and
avoid everyone for a few months until the humiliation dropped to a
bearable level.

Once Seto was done with the brand on Bakura's arm, he took in the
sight of the thief laying limply on the table, pale skin shining with
sweat and eyes closed as he breathed raggedly. Stepping away from the
table, the former priest headed over to the oak chest against the far
wall and unlocked it, taking out a few items before closing the lid
again. He headed back over to the table and unlocked the clasps
around Bakura's ankles, the thief still too dazed to notice what was
going on. The items Seto had retrieved from the chest were tossed
onto the bed and Seto removed the wrist clasps, leaning down to scoop
the thief up into his arms.

“What are you doing?” Bakura asked in a pained growl,
although the burn of the brand was beginning to lessen the same way
the lashes had.

“You're lighter than I imagined,” Seto said, ignoring the
question as he carried Bakura over to the bed and laid him down
gently. “Time for your reward.”

What is he going to do to me this time?
Bakura thought, trying to sit up but being pushed down again by a
gentle but firm hand on his chest. Before he could protest, Seto's
other hand was between his thighs, taking hold of him and dragging
his grip up and down the silky skin a few times. Bakura groaned in
pleasure and stilled, his heartbeat fluttering in his chest at the
feeling of cool liquid being poured onto the head of his arousal,
running down between his legs. Seto's hand left his hot skin for a
moment and he held back the urge to whimper, drawing in a sharp,
gasped breath when the fingers returned, two of them swirling in the
cool liquid that coated his skin before plunging inside him. He threw
his head back and squeezed his eyes closed, clutching at the sheets
at his sides. Seto was over him in the next instant, capturing his
lips in a heated kiss. A brief thought of biting the CEO passed
through his mind but the fingers inside him hooked and pressed
against a spot that had the thief giving a shuddering cry, wrapping
his arms around Seto's shoulders and kissing back fiercely. He
splayed his legs and laid back as Seto worked another finger inside
him, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as the brunette moved back
off the bed for a moment to strip before crawling back over the dazed
thief.

Bakura couldn't help but admire the lean muscles of Seto's arms and
chest, not paying attention to what Seto was doing until something
was being pushed slowly into him. He gritted his teeth as the head of
it was worked in, grasping Seto's arm and looking up at the CEO with
a slightly panicked look as he realized just how big the thing was.

“Relax...” Seto murmured, pushing the large vibrator all
the way in. Bakura choked out a moan and lay very still, trying to
adjust to the size of it while Seto stroked his chest and stomach
gently. After a minute or so Bakura managed to relax a little, his
breathing coming out in heavy gasps. “Well done,” Seto
praised, waiting for the inevitable glare Bakura sent his way,
slightly glazed but still threatening. With a click, Seto turned the
vibrator right up the the highest setting, an evil smirk on his lips.
A scream ripped itself from Bakura's throat and he thrashed on the
bed, claw-like nails digging into Seto's shoulders and white-hot
pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach.

“Nnnhh...” The thief moaned, trying to form the words
that if Seto didn't stop he wasn't going to last. The former priest
didn't seem to care though, and pressed his finger to the end of the
vibrator, pressing it in as far as it could go, kissing the tomb
robber again. Bakura clung to Seto tightly as the violent buzzing
inside him pushed him over the edge, every muscle in his body
tightening. He gave a breathless moan into the kiss, falling back and
bringing Seto with him as his muscles slowly relaxed.

“Feeling better?” Seto asked in an amused voice, his lips
moving down to Bakura's throat. The thief turned into the touch, no
longer caring about the brand or the lashes, just wanting Seto to
make him feel like that again. The still-buzzing vibrator was sending
aftershocks through him and he shuddered with each one, not resisting
as he Seto turned him onto his chest and slowly slid it out of him,
turning it off and tossing it to the floor. Skilled fingers were
touching him again after a moment and Bakura sighed in pleasure,
feeling the tingles of re-awakened arousal running up his spine as
Seto traced the marks on his back.

“...Why me?” The tomb
robber breathed, the heat of Seto's lips burning a trail down from
the back of his neck along his spine. A soft laugh against his skin
made the thief shiver and he felt Seto grind against him, rocking his
hips up a little into the brunette because he wanted that inside
him.

Take me already, you've put me through enough tonight. Bakura
silently urged, knowing he was pathetic to want it so badly but not
caring for the moment. He could feel like a whore later, right now he
was hard again and all he wanted was for Seto to hurry up and fuck
him.

“I built this room for you.” The elder Kaiba said
smoothly. “I've been waiting a long time for the opportunity to
use it, don't think this is the last time.”

Bakura's eyes widened at that and he tried to turn around, but Seto's
hand pressed against the middle of his back, avoiding the wounds
there to hold him down against the sheets.

“What do you mean, how could you have built this for-?”
Bakura cut off, biting his lip and arching up with a low moan as Seto
pushed inside him. “Yesss...” The tomb robber hissed,
moving obediently when Seto took his hips and guided him up onto his
hands and knees. A long, slow pull out and then a quick thrust back
in sent the albino thief rocking forward, forgetting any protests he
might've had.

“I've wanted you for so fucking long,” Seto was growling,
setting a fast, hard pace and snaking his hand around Bakura's hip to
take hold of him. Bakura just moaned in response, falling in with the
rhythm the former priest had set. He couldn't last long with Seto
driving into him so deeply, and he could already feel the white fire
building up in him again. He was exhausted and his back stung with
sweat, but he'd never felt anything so good and as Seto snarled and
came inside him he threw his head back, screaming like an animal.

XxXxX

Bakura awoke in his own bed, his entire body aching but feeling more
sated than he had in years. Thousands of years, in fact. Sitting up,
he wondered how he'd gotten back home, briefly entertaining the
thought that the entire night could have been a dream. That idea was
quickly crushed when he looked down at his arm and saw the bandage,
frowning and tearing it off. His back had already healed and his
other aches and pains would be gone within a few hours, but as he
looked down in surprise the brand on his arm stared back at him,
scarred over perfectly. The Ring had healed it that much, but stopped
before it vanished altogether. Closing his eyes, Bakura tried to
concentrate on the power of the Ring and heal it himself, but paused
and looked down at it again. Tracing his finger over the perfect KC
logo on his pale skin, he sighed and stood up, giving up on trying to
heal it and instead reaching for the long-sleeved shirt on the chair
beside the bed.

Just to remind me to pay him back,
he thought, smirking.

TBC...Maybe.
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