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Chapter List
- 18
- 19
- 20
Disclaimer - Nope, don't own them.
Author's Notes - Okay . . . the end of that cliff hanger is here! Now you get to find out just what Malik has in store . . . and it isn't pretty.
WARNING - Once again. graphic violence and some other very adult oriented stuff. Consider youf waf warned and fore-armed.

Chapter 19 - Rising Darkness

Yami paced the kitchen, growing agi agitated as the minutes ticked by with no appearance of Bakura.
"He should have been no more than thirty minutes behind us . . . it's been two hours! Where the hell is he?" he growled, his hands clenched into fists at
his sides.
"Yami . . . I don't know, but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," Marik replied, trying desperately to sit calmly while his own worry gnawed at his mind.
Something was terribly wrong . . . he could feel it, but he was at a loss to figure out what it could be. And with Yami as agitated as he was, sitting calmly
was becoming very hard indeed.
The phone rang suddenly, causing both of them to jump. Yami reached it quickly, snatching it off it's cradle and putting it to his ear.
"Hello?" he barked into the receiver . . . and then Marik saw his shoulders relax.
"No, Yugi . . . it's okay if you stay over there for a bit longer. As long as you don't get into anything . . . he's what?! I'll kill him . . . tell Duke that if he
doesn't stop telling stories, I'm going to tear his voice box out and shove it up his ass!" The conversation went on for a few more moments before Yami
hung up the phone, his head cradled in one hand. "I swear, if Duke weren't a good friend of mine . . ." he muttered, and then swore as the phone rang
again. "Dang it Yugi . . ." he said into the receiver . . . and then froze as an unwelcome voice answered him.
"This isn't your cousin, bartender. Now listen closely . . . you will meet me at Riptides in one hour, where we will discuss the release of your beloved
white-haired lover. If you don't come . . . I will have myself a new play toy. Bring Marik, or you won't see him again." The phone went dead in his hands.
Yami raised burning crimson eyes to Marik's lavender ones.
"Malik has Bakura," he growled. "He wants to meet us at Riptides in an hour to discuss terms."
"Yami . . ." Marik whispered.
"No, Marik. I'm not giving you to him. We'll find another way to get Bakura back . . . even if I have to tear that building down stone by stone." He
grabbed his keys from the wall as Marik scribbled a hasty note to the others. Together, they walked out the door, leaving a dark and suddenly forbidding
house behind them.

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The signs outside of Riptides were dark, meaning that the club was closed for the night . . . but that didn't stop Yami as he dismounted from his bike,
helping Marik climb off as he examined the building. Marik shivered, causing Yami to pull him against his body comfortingly as the blonde dropped his
head onto the smaller man's shoulder.
"I never wanted to see this place again . . ." Marik whispered.
"You know this place?" Yami asked quietly. Marik nodded, refusing to raise his head.
"Malik . . . this was Malik's favorite place to bring me when he wanted to show me off. I . . . god's, I was nearly raped here once. Malik killed the guy . . .
and then beat me for leading the man on." He shuddered suddenly, whimpering. "He had to choose here . . . oh gods, Yami, what has he done to
Bakura?" Yami rubbed comforting circles on his back, his crimson eyes blazing as he glared at the darkened building.
"Nothing . . . if he wants to live," Yami said coldly . . . and Marik could tell that he meant every word. "Come on . . . let's go see what that psycho
wants." Shaking off his fear, the blonde followed his small lover towards Riptides, trying to quell the aching fear that something bad was about to happen.
The door was unlocked, opening into a greeting area that was both luxuriously elegant and hideously sadistic at the same time. Several chains adorned the
walls, ending in collars that Marik told Yami were worn by the receptionist and the other greeters that were chosen for the night's business on occasion.
He took the lead hesitantly at Yami's behest, leading him through the black beaded curtain into the main area. There was a single light . . . and in it, stood
Malik. He froze, cringing underneath that deep violet gaze as Malik grinned sadistically, licking his lips in hunger.
"What a nice outfit you've found, my beautiful toy," the psychotic blonde murmured, his voice carrying in the still silence. "I am so glad you could both
accept my invitation . . ."
"Where's Bakura?" Yami said, stepping forward to shield Marik behind him as he faced Malik, his spine rigid with suppressed rage. The man on stage had
the nerve to laugh.
"He's nearby . . . you shall be seeing him soon enough." Yami gasped as a sudden pain blossomed in his neck. Reaching a hand up, he fingered the dart
that was sticking out of one vein, his eyes rolling up in the back of his head as darkness rolled in.
"YAMI!" Marik screamed, catching his lover as the tri-haired man crumpled to the floor. He never even felt the second dart that bit into his neck.

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Yami groaned, opening his eyes slowly to find himself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Memory came back slowly . . . but when it did, he leapt to his
feetaggeaggering as a wave of dizziness assaulted him. One shoulder crashed into a wall as he struggled to keep his feet underneath him. Closing his eyes, he
took several deep breaths before attempting to stand without assistance again . . . and succeeded.
He looked around slowly, his mind absorbing minor details about the room. It was a padded cell . . . and it was completely barren, except for the black
curtain that covered one wall. A single door, which he assumed led to a hallway inside of Riptides, was opposite him. He moved to it slowly, his footing
unsteady, hand reaching out to turn the handle. It was locked . . . as was the small window that was shuttered above it.
Turning, he made his way to the curtain, pulling back harshly . . . and looked down into a nightmare.
He was above what could only be a modern day torture chamber . . complete with tables, shackles, whips, and brands. Most horrifying of all were the
room's occupants . . . Bakura and Marik. They were both naked, stripped down to nothing. Marik was shackled, bent over a thinly padded vault horse,
his blonde hair falling haphazardly into his face, covering his eyes. Thin strips of blood ran from several open welts on his back and buttocks, where it
appeared someone had whipped him.
Bakura was tied, spread eagle, to a table near an assortment of instruments that any doctor would have envied. Wide, angry chocolate eyes met horrified
crimson through the window, Yami pressing against it desperately as if he could will himself through.
"Bakura . . ." he whispered. "Gods . . . what has he done?" The white haired man bore several burns and marks, where it looked like Malik had begun
preliminaries on his captives. "I'll kill him . . ." he murmured, his voice hoarse.
"Good morning, my pet," Malik's voice came from a speaker to his right. He turned to glare at it, seeing the box and video screen with Malik's grinning
face in it.
"Let them go, Malik!" he growled, going to stand before the video camera, anger seething as his power roiled and curled in his mind.
"Oh . . . but I have not had my fun as of yeami.ami. Marik has a lesson to learn about his place in life . . . and Bakura needs to be paid for his interference.
Enjoy the show, bartender." The video screen winked out, even as Yami's fist collided with the glass, cracking it and his knuckles.
"Damn you . . ." he whispered, turning reluctantly back to the window . . . and crying out as he saw Malik enter the room. Palms pressed against the glass,
he watched anxiously as the blonde walked up to Bakura, casually slapping him so that the white-hair flew out as his head rocked to one side. It startled
him when he actually heard the slap . . . and he turned to glare at the intercom, realizing that Malik had deliberately left it on so that he could hear everything
that was happening.
"Enjoying your bed, Bakura?" Malik said, chuckling as Bakura spat at him.
"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!" Bakura hissed, his voice crackling with rage. "If I get loose . . . if you lay a hand on Marik . . ."
"I intend to lay more than a hand on him, interloper," Malik replied. "Or did you not notice that our audience is awake now? I must admit, the drug put him
out far longer than I had expected . . . but things will be so much more amusing now that he is awake to appreciate what I'm going to do." He turned
slowly, walking over to the bound blonde, a fist knotting in the platinum locks so that he could lift Marik's head. Yami moaned as he saw his love's face .
. . the lavender eyes were wide open and terrified, tear tracks glistening on his face around the ball gag in his mouth.
"Oh gods . . . Marik," Yami whispered, his voice breaking.
"Your lover is awake now, my beautiful run-away toy. Now it's time to really play," Malik said. Lavender eyes giderider, shooting up to the window in
horror, only to cringe away when they met Yami's crimson gaze. Marik began to shake his head vehemently, muffled moans and words pouring from him
before Malik slapped him. "You have no right to deny me, slave," Malik hissed. "You're mine . . . you gave yourself to me willingly, and now you are
mine to do with as I see fit. You need a lesson to remind you of that fact . . . and I'm going to give you one." He disrobed quickly, even as Yami
screamed in denial while Bakura struggled futilely against his bonds.
"NO! MARIK!" Yami screamed . . . and his powers unleashed as he watched Malik slam into Marik, the blonde bucking and screaming out in pain at the
unprepared intrusion. The whirlwind swirled around the small cell . . . but there was nowhere for it to go. The window was shatterproof glass . . . Yami
stood within the vortex, forced to watch as Marik was raped before his very eyes, hearing every scream of pain and moan of anguish as his lover was
brutally taken against his will. Bakura was shouting, his voice growing hoarse as he struggled to get free and help his friend and lover. Yami pushed against
the glass, shouting his own denial as Malik looked up at him and winked even as he harshly slammed into Marik over and over again. Yami could see the
blood as Marik's insides were torn apart under the brutal intrusion, the thick crimson streams trickling down his thighs to pool on the floor below.
Yami fell to his knees, wretching even as he couldn't force himself to look away from the torture Marik was being forced to endure.
"Oh gods . . . let this be a nightmare," he moaned . . . and stiffened as he heard Malik scream as he came. "Damn you, Malik," he growled, his fist
smashing into the glass harmlessly as he watched Malik pull out of Marik, wiping himself off with an already blood-stained towel, satisfaction evident in his
smirk.
"Just as I remember you . . ." he said, staring down at the broken body beneath him. Marik had gone limp, his lavender eyes lifeless and dull as the pain in
his body overwhelmed any conscious thought. "I'm not letting you get away from me again, slave."
ase ase . . . gods, please, just let him go!" Bakura pleaded, his voice nearly gone from shouting for Malik to stop. "He didn't do anything to you . . . he
was trying to save his fucking life! You nearly killed him with that last beating . . . why are you doing this?"
"Because he's MINE!" Malik snarled, striding over to stand above Bakura. "He's MY toy, MY plaything . . . MINE! He needs to relearn his place . . .
I've killed several of my best slaves because of him! He owes me BLOOD! And I'm going to take it, an ounce at a time, every day, until he lies broken
and sobbing at my feet like the good little bitch that he is!"
"You're going to kill him!" Bakura growled, yanking at his chains, even though they had become slicked with his blood from biting into his wrists.
"Perhaps . . . but as I've now acquired two new play toys in the bargain, it will be well worth it if I lose him." Violet eyeanceanced at Yami before turning
back to Bakura. Bakura stared up at him, his eyes widening as he finally connected everything together.
"You want Yami . . ." he whispered, horror evident in his voice. "Gods . . . why?"
Yami froze as he heard those words. Malik was doing this . . . because he wanted him? Oh gods . . . no, this couldn't be happening . . . Marik and Bakura
were being tortured and raped because of HIM! He nearly missed Malik's reply in his shock and horror.
"Because he is a challenge . . . and I cannot resist a challenge. I don't know how he threw me through that window . . . but I want to find out. I want to
break that mind and body to my will, and watch it become the toy I want most in the world," Malik hissed.
"You . . . fucking . . . BASTARD!" Bakura howled, resuming his struggling ten fold. "If you so much as touch a hair on his head, I will kill you with these
hands, I swear it by all the gods!" Malik laughed, mocking the threat.
"You will never get the chance, Bakura," he said. "You forget who is the master and who is the slave here." Sighing, he turned to the table. "I guess I shall
just have to teach you."
"No!" Yami shouted. "MALIK! LEAVE THEM ALONE!" He banged against the window with his fists, trying desperately to stop what was coming as he
watched the demented blonde pick up a black dildo and a cock ring from the table nearby, beyond Bakura's sight. "Oh gods, no," he moaned. He forced
himself to keep his eyes open . . . if Malik was going to do this because of him, he was going to make sure he watched so that he could repay the bastard
for every mark and scream his lover's uttered. He heard Bakura's first scream as the cock ring was slid home at the same time as the dildo was rammed,
unlubed, into his unprepared channel.
"That's right . . . scream for me, interloper. Learn your place," Malik growled. Yami watched as Malik lowered his head, sucking at Bakura's now trapped
erection harshly as he fucked the bucking, struggling body beneath him with the toy in his hand. Yami covered his ears, unable to bear the screams being
ripped from Bakura's throat as he was violated. At last, he heard Malik groan, and watched in horror as Malik removed the cock ring, allowing Bakura to
release his seed in harsh spasms as cries and moans of pain accompanied his unwilling orgasm. Tears glistened on Bakura's pale cheeks as he met Yami's
eyes through the glass, his own dark with hatred and self-loathing at his body's betrayal.
'Don't . . . watch,' Bakura whispered into his mind. Yami latched onto tontaontact like a drowning man.
*I have to,* he said brokenly, leaning his head against the cool glass as tears trickled from his burning crimson eyes, drying before they could get halfway
down because of the wind his unleashed powers were maintaining as they sought some release from his anger and pain. *He's doing this because of me . .
. gods, I'm so sorry, my love. You should have let me go . . .*
"No . . . no matter what he does to us, it's not your fault, Yami," Bakura replied silently. 'You're . . . the best thing . . . that's ever happened to us.' His
voice grew weaker. 'Don't . . . give in,' he whispered . . . and fell silent as chocolate eyes closed, the darkness overcoming his mind.
"Bakura . . ." Yami whispered, his heart shattering in his chest. "You're wrong . . . this is all my fault." He sobbed brokenly, pulling his knees into his
chest as he mourned the loss of the first good thing he'd ever truly had.
A voice broke into his thoughts from the intercom on the wall, causing him to look up suddenly and snarl.
"Submit to me, and we can end their suffering," Malik said through the intercom. "All you have to do is submit."
"Never!" Yami cried . . . but the seed was planted. He could end Marik and Bakura's suffering . . . spare them the pain and humiliation they were going
through now if he just gave in to Malik and gave him what he wanted.

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It seemed like weeks passed in that hell. Bakura and Marik would disappear for a while, only to return to be tortured and raped again in front of his very
eyes. He began to go numb, not really hearing their screams. There was no mental contact after that brief touch with Bakura . . . it was as if both of them
were disgusted to touch him mind to mind as their bodies where taken and used against their will.
Finally, he could take it no longer.
"Enough, Malik. You win," Yami murmured, his voice hollow. "I will submit, but on two conditions."
"I'm listening," Malik said, smiling through the cracked glass of the intercom.
"First, you let them go, and never touch them again. I am the only toy you will need from this point on."
"Done," Malik replied easily. "And the second condition?"
"You never touch any of my friends or my family . . . ever."
"Also done. You will submit to me in every way I request, and in turn, I will not touch or go near either of the two here or any of your friends and family.
Easily done. I will send an outfit to the room for you . . . put it on and follow every order that you are given." He turned from the intercom and snapped
his fingers, summoning two of his servants. "See that they are cleaned up, dressed, and dumped at the local hospital. I have a new toy to play with, and
they are no longer of any use to me."
Above, at the window, Yami stared brokenly as his two love's were removed from their restraints and taken from the room. One hand pressed against the
glass desperately, touching them in the only way he could now.
"Forgive me," he whispered. "And forget me. It is a small price to pay . . . for your safety."

Author's Note - Dun, dun, dun . . . another cliffy. I know, I'm horrid, but I won't apologize. So, tune in next time, for the next episode of . . .
GRAVITATION! *maniacal laugh fades into silence*
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