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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters or plot lines of Yu-Gi-Oh . . . I'm merely torturing them for otherple'ple's pleasure (and my own of course).

Author's Notes - Another Chapter, another bit of history. And . . . the eternal question, "What is Malik up to?" Well, you're going to find out . . .
somewhat. Enjoy.

Chapter 12 - Behind Closed Doors

Yami raised his head off the bed slowly as he sensed Bakura outside the door, getting ready to pound on it. Reaching out with his mind, he turned the lock
and then opened the door, revealing a rather stunned Bakura standing in the hallway, his fist raised. The white haired man stepped into the room and Yami
closed the door gently behind him before disentangling himself from Marik and standing slowly, slipping on a pair of boxers that lay near at hand.
"Any problems?" he asked quietly. Bakura shook his head.
"He's been there . . . our stuff was everywhere and certain items of Marik's had been literally torn to pieces, but I didn't run into him," the man murmured.
"Is he okay?"
"Marik's fine," Yami replied. "We had some . . . emotional stuff to deal with."
"It looks like it," Bakura said dryly, grinning. Yami chuckled slightly, wincing as he sat down in his desk chair. "You okay?"
"Yeah . . . it's just been awhile since I was on the bottom," Yami murmured. Bakura stared at him in shock. Once again Yami had surprised him . . . Marik
had never been the top in any of his relationships, and yet now it seemed that Yami had gotten him to take the position. "He needed . . . to learn that we're
all equals in this," Yami said into the silence. "He also needed it to begin to heal what Malik did to him."
Bakura came up behind him, rubbing his shoulders gently as he placed a light kiss on the side of the tanned neck.
"You needed it too. You needed to see for yourself that you wouldn't put him in danger any more than you did me. You'll never cease to surprise me, will
you?" he murmured.
"I certainly hope not . . . I wouldn't be doing my teacher justice if I did," Yami replied quietly. Bakura stilled.
"Your teacher?" Yami sighed, smiling slightly a he remembered.
"My senior year in highschool, while I was struggling with my sexuality, I was doing some research on line. I found references to an obscure monastery in
the desert of Egypt, where they practiced the art of 'healing through touch' and the Kama Sutra. I decided to try to find it during my mid-school vacation
that year. I hoped that the . . .isolation would help me work through my confusion. I met a man there . . . he'd been studying there his whole life with the
temple priests. He taught me a lot . . . the least of which I think was how many sexual positions I could actually get into." Yami chuckled at that. "He also
taught me how much power sex could have, especially when it was with the right person and done the right way. 'The power to heal, or the power to harm'
he said, quite a few times, actually. I never knew what he meant . . . until I met the two of you." He looked up at Bakura suddenly, his crimson eyes dark. "I
can heal myself, but with the power it creates, I can also kill. I'm still afraid . . . but now I know that I can at least control it that much."
"Remind me, if I ever meet this guy, to thank him profusely," Bakura murmured. Yami sighed.
"I wish you could meet him love . . . but he passed away not long after I left the monastery. He died going home to visit his aging mother." Yami stood
slowly, wriggling out of his boxers before slowly undressing Bakura. "It's been a very long day . . ." he murmured. "Come sleep with us . . . tomorrow we
can face everything in a new light." Bakura nodded, following him to the bed where they slid between the silk sheets. Chocolate eyes watched as Yami
gathered the sleeping Marik close to him once again before Bakura lay down behind him, cradling the slim form against his body. They were fast asleep
within minutes of each other, joining Marik in dreamless, exhausted sleep.

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"You know . . . I hate to wake them, they look so great together," Yugi's voice murmured somewhere near his door.
"Yeah . . . but Yami's gonna want to know what's going on . . ." Ryou replied quietly.
Crimson eyes blinked sleepily before Yami raised his head to look over his shoulder at his cousin and friend.
"I would want to know about what?" he murmured, his voice husky.
Yugi crept over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"A news cast that just came on a minute ago . . . someone spotted Malik over in the warehouse district last night. By all reports, he was limping and seemed
injured . . . but the police have an all points bulletin out on him for the attack at the house the other night, so no one stopped to try and help him," he said
quietly. He glanced at Bakura and Marik, then grinned at his cousin. "Tiring them out a bit early in the relationship, aren't you?" Yami threw a pillow at his
head. He ducked it, chuckling quietly as he retreated from the room, dragging Ryou with him. Yami rolled his eyes and groaned as a twinge in his backside
reminded him of just what had tired Marik out last night. Moving slowly, he climbed out of the bed and slipped on a pair of baggy black sweat pants and a
white cotton shirt, not bothering to button it as he padded down to the bathroom before heading to the kitchen. Ryou and Yugi were sitting around the table
. . . it appeared they were the only ones awake in the house. Yugi handed him a cup of coffee as he sank gingerly into a chair.
"Thanks," Yami murmured, sipping it slowly as he eyed the two over the rim of the cup. "With everything that's been going on . . . I haven't been able to
find out how you two are holding up," he said. He set the cup down gently as the two boys refused to meet his eyes. "I can't help if you don't talk to me."
"Yami . . ." Yugi said, then stopped. Would his cousin even believe him? "Malik didn't do anything to us other than cut us up a little. Yeah, it was terrifying
. . . and Ryou's been having some bad dreams about it . . . but that's all he did. He called Bakura right after he got us tied up." Yami raised an eyebrow in
question.
"He wanted Marik . . .he wasn't interested in us," Ryou murmured. "He just wanted us as bait. We walrealready the perfect little toys in his mind, so he
didn't need to teach us a lesson, or at least that's what he said. But . . . Yami , I think he might be after you now, too." Yugi nodded.
"He said some things . . . about how you needed to learn your place," his cousin said. "I think he might come back for you." Yami shrugged.
"If he does, we'll deal with him. I don't think he'll be that stupid, however. One taste of what I can do ought to be enough for him." He sighed. "It was
certainly enough for me," he whispered. He was startled when Ryou came over and climbed into his lap, wrapping his soft arms around Yami's neck and
squeezing gently.
"You were just protecting us and Marik," Ryou murmured against his neck. "It was scary . . . but we knew you would never intentionally hurt us, out of
control or not." Ryou's breath against his neck caused Yami to squirm slightly.
"Ryou," he murmured, "you're just a bit too young for me and this is going to be causing some serious problems to my libido very soon if you don't
stop." Ryou leaned back and smiled slightly before getting off his lap and returning to his seat. Yami glared at Yugi as he chuckled.
"Told you, Ryou," his small cousin said. Yami arched an eyebrow at the smaller version of himself questioningly. "Ryou said the other night that he didn't
understand how anyone could be interested in someone as slight and feminine as he looks when they're gay. I told him he was dead wrong if he thought he
was unattractive, and he said that the real proof would be if you showed any interest." Yami smirked and glanced over at Ryou, who was blushing a deep
crimson. One slim, tanned hand reached across and smoothed through the silver-white hair.
"Ryou," Yami murmured, "if you weren't so young, I would have definitely considered it. You're beautiful . . . and you're not as feminine as you think you
are." He leaned over to the younger boy's chair, pulling the slight body back into his lap. Ryou shivered as Yami pressed warm lips to his neck, nipping
teasingly before placing a gentle kiss to the smooth skin. "Perhaps once you hit eighteen I'll show you what I mean . . . if Yugi and my lover's will let me."
Yugi smirked from across the table, watching his love on his older cousin's lap. Yami could turn on an anyone if he turned the charm on . . . and that
legendary charm was currently going full force. Yugi was amused to see that Ryou was just about helpless against it . . . most people were once Yami set
his eyes on them.
"How . . . how old are you?" Ryou murmured, his voice the barest whisper as his eyes got hazy due to Yami's attentions. Yami smiled against his neck.
"I'm twenty three, Ryou. And you, dove, are seventeen, only slightly older than Yugi."
"Hey, Yami . . . if you keep that up, I don't think he's ever going to recover and I don't want you spoiling him for me," Yugi said with a grin. Yami's
crimson eyes slowly came up, looking at his cousin over Ryou's shoulder, and Yugi squirmed. Even he wasn't immune to his older cousin . . . and the
flames that were burning behind those crimson eyes right now were turning him hot and cold in turns. He looked away for a moment . . . when he turned
back, Yami's eyes were once again merely crimson, the flames quenched but still smoldering.
*I'm sorry little,* h,* his voice whispered across the surface of Yugi's mind. *My passion's right now are very near the surface . . . as is my power. Ryou
merely stroked the fire . . . I have it under control now.*
**Because of Bakura and Marik?** he thought back. Yami nodded.
*They have taught me that I can control it, even when my emotions are at their highest . . . but it needs an outlet. I'm still trying to find one . . . and right
now, I'm still overcharged from playing with Marik.*
Yugi grinned at him.
"Playing, huh?" he said out loud. "The sounds coming out of your room sounded like more than just playing." Yami glared at him in mock anger while
Ryou giggled against his chest.
"Yes . . . playing, you little pervert," the older boy said "You've been hanging out with Jou and the others too much. They're tainting you," he said
morosely.
"Like you're not?" Yugi said, and then ran for it when Yami removed Ryou from his lap and went to grab him. "HELP! RYOU!"
Yami cornered him in the living room, tickling him mercilessly until Ryou joined in. At that point it was two against one, and Yami was pretty much destined
to lose . . . until Bakura showed up.
"Bakura . . ." Yami gasped, trying to breathe in between fits of laughter, "help!" Bakura stood there, a grin on his face as he watched the two younger boys
continue to torture Yami, before he leaned down and snatched Ryou around the waist. Ryou squeaked as he was summarily hauled into the air and plopped
into one of the easy chairs. It wasn't long before Yami had overpowered his smaller cousin, and had summarily sat on him.
"Yami, get off!" Yugi said. "I give!" Yami let him up slowly, keeping a close eye on the boy as he settled on the far end of the couch. His breath whooshed
out of him when Bakura promptly dropped onto the couch, his head dropping into Yami's lap.
"Good morning," Yami murmured, threading his fingers through the silver-white hair of his lover as he smiled down at him.
"Those two words don't belong in the same sentence," Bakura grumped, causing Yami to chuckle. "What? It's the truth." Yami merely shook his head
slowly, laughing quietly.
"You're not a morning person," he said. He glanced over at Ryou and Yugi, who were cuddling in the chair. "Unlike other people I know around here."
Yugi stuck his tongue at his cousin. "Marik still sleeping?"
"Yeah . . . with everything that's been going on, he's exhausted," Bakura murmured. "Not surprising, really." Yami nodded in agreement. He was actually
still tired himself . . . but since he was up, he intended to stay that way and enjoy his new found happiness. Deft fingers massaged Bakura's scalp gently,
relaxing the pale young man.
"The others went home?" he asked Yugi quietly. Yugi nodded.
"Yeah . . . we got the two new rooms cleaned up and then they went home to get some sleep. It's been a hell of a few days for everyone." He sighed. "I
don't suppose you're off tonight?" Yami shook his head.
"Nope . . . I'm scheduled to work tonight. But you and Ryou are coming with us . . . I'm not leaving you here with Malik still out there," Yami said, his
head falling back on the h. "h. "We need to deal with him before any of us can relax."

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Across town, Malik hisas has he hit the wall after losing his balance for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been three days since that fateful meeting . .
. but he couldn't go see a doctor because of the police, which meant he had to suffer through it.
"What the hell is he?!" he muttered to himself as he staggered erect once again and continue to his alternative loft, the one Marik didn't know about. "How
could some weak fool do this to me that easily?"
He absently sucked on the blood from the wound he'd reopened on his hand, where Marik had bit him. His little play toy . . . that little bastard had run out
on him after his last punishment, had gone running to that pale haired freak of a friend and told him that it was over. How dare he! Malik would be the one
to determine when he was tired of his little toy, not the toy itself. And now he had even more annoying friends to watch out for him . . . but that was fine.
Malik had plans for those friends . . . especially the one called Yami.
"He'll make a beautiful play toy . . ." Malik whispered, feeling himself harden at the thought. Yami was dangerous . . . but he liked danger. He liked danger,
and pain, and blood. And there would be plenty of that once he possessed the crimson eyed bartender. First he would take that delicious body . . . and
then he would break the man's mind. He looked forward to it in a way he hadn't looked forward to anything in a long time.
Stumbling into his apartment, he sank onto the couch, blissfully unaware of the blood that dripped down his leg to pool on the floor beneath. The fall from
the window had done a good amount of damage . . . he was faintly surprised that he was even alive, much less able to move around.
"Let them get comfortable . . ." he murmured out loud, his hand falling into his lap to stroke at the hardness there. "They'll let down their guards . . . and
then I'll reclaim Marik and take my new toy to break in."
"Master . . . let me help you . . ." Shivia whispered, crawling on her hands and knees ss tss the cement floor. She opened his pants slowly, taking him into
her mouth as he moaned slightly. She didn't cry out as he thrust up into her . . . she knew better than to protest in anyway from anything her Master wanted
to do to her. Once upon a time, Marik had been like this. He smiled down at her, his eyes alight as he gagged her with his length.
"Such a good little toy . . ." he murmured. "And oh, how I will reward you . . ." Yanking her off him roughly by the hair, he flipped her eternally naked
body over and pushed into her dry, rewarded by the whimper of pain as he pushed into her rear with no preparation. Bending her over the arm of the
couch, he slammed into her over and over again, feeling the blood coat his cock with it delicious warmth as he hurt her. He removed the knife from his belt,
sliding it through her skin in ecstasy, creating another scar on her back. He suckled at the wound, biting and sucking at it, drinking her blood as he came
forcefully into her. He withdrew and tucked himself back into his pants, backhanding her as rage suddenly blinded him.
"Did I tell you to come to me!" he snarled as the girl rose shakily to her knees, her black hair hanging in disarray as she hung her head. He kicked her
suddenly, hard, feeling ribs break from the force and smiled. "Scream for me . . ." he growled.
The screams continued without end for what seemed like an eternity . . . and there was no one around to hear when they suddenly cut off with a sickening
crack.
"Yami will be stronger," Malik murmured, sliding his hands over his blood soaked clothing as he stared down at the huddled mass that had once been a
human being. "And how I look forward to him on his knees before me."

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Yami awoke in a cold sweat, something having disturbed his slumber as he rested before work.
"What the hell?" he murmured, sliding out of bed. He shivered . . . whatever it was that had woke him, it was strong and directed at him.
"What's wrong?" Marik murmured, Yami's sudden movement having finally woke h/FON/FONT>
"I don't know . . ." Yami said. "Whatever it is, it's not pleasant." Marik arose from the bed and came to stand behind him, wrapping tanned arms around
the slightly smaller man.
"It was probably just a nightmare," he whispered, laying a kiss gently on Yami's neck. "Come back to bed . . . we still have a few hours before work, and
you need the rest." Yami nodded slightly, sliding back into bed beside his blonde lover, letting Marik wrap him in his arms.
"I get this feeling it was Malik," Yami said softly, staring up at the ceiling. "He's thinking about me . . . I can sense it somehow." Marik stilled beside him,
causing Yami to turn to look into those lavender eyes.
"You provided a challenge," the blonde whispered. "Oh no . . . Yami, he wants you now! He can't stand someone being able to best him . . . and you
nearly killed him! He'll want to break you . . ." Marik whimpered. "This is all my fault!" Yami sat up, dragging Marik up with him and taking him by the
shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes.
"Marik . . . what Malik does is not your fault. He's a sick, twisted, psychotic individual. If he wants me, he'll have to take me . . . and I won't allow him to
do that."
"You don't understand . . ." Marik whispered. "He won't give up until he's dead . . ."
"Then we'll deal with it when the time comes," Yami replied softly. He pulled Marik closer, resting the blonde head on his shoulder. "None of this is your
fault," he murmured, running a soothing hand over the teenager's back. "If Malik desires me that badly, he'll have to come get me . . . and I think we all
know how that will end. Do not let it worry you." He bent down slightly and kissed Marik gently. "Now stop worrying and enjoy what little time we have
left together before work." The slight blonde nodded, letting his head drop back onto Yami's chest. Yami turned his crimson gaze towards the window,
deep in thought.
At least his abilities would allow him to protect those around him . . . as long as he managed to keep control of them.

Author's Notes - DUN DUN DUN . . . Malik the twisted strikes again. Look out Yami! As for Bakura and his 'good morning response' . . . that's a
patented response of mine. There is no such thing as a 'good' morning . . . the whole statement is an oxy moron. (sp) Well, there's another chapter for you
folks. Hope you enjoy, and I'll see you in a few days. Don't forget to review.
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