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*WARNING* This
chapter contains some Yugi-torture. There is also YAOI
(otherwise known as SLASH) as well as some control issues.
Nothing too extreme, but still very unpleasant for Yugi. Plenty of
angst and emotional/physical/mental trauma. Everything works out in
the end, but just be prepared for some bits that aren't all sunshine
and roses. 'Kay?

There is near RAPE
in this chapter, and some scenes which younger readers may find
disturbing or at the very least, uncomfortable. I am warning you NOW
that if you have ANY problem with male/male non-consensual
activities which run just short of actual penetration that I would
advise you to click 'Back' NOW.

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Chapter Four

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The room shuddered and
shook. Small fragments of stone and mortar crumbled to scatter on the
floor, dusting the madly rushing occupants of the room in a greyish
dust.

“Get up a
counter-shield!” A panicked male voice screamed, as it's owner
fell to the floor.

“Shit! Merlin help
us!”

“Quick, the wards
are failing!”

“Aaagh!”

“Move! Move!”

“He's awake!”

::

The mid-morning sunlight
painted it's golden rays across the bare expanse of Yugi's skin,
highlighting every smooth curve of his delicate body with an artist's
touch.

Yugi was in no position
to appreciate the picture he presented. The man, Adrian, had pointed
his wand at his body and muttered something that sounded like
'colour' and 'firmus' before tracing the tip of his
wand against the skin of Yugi's body, a thick trail of black ink
which rapidly hardened into equally dark rope following the path
Adrian had made.

Around his neck, tight
enough to make Yugi uncomfortable, down over each shoulder, tying
across his shoulder blades and over his chest to his waist, down over
each thigh then bound around his ankles. His calves were bound to his
thighs before the wand moved back up again, binding his arms to the
bonds across his back.

In short, Yugi was
trussed. And vulnerable.

Breathing heavily in
short, sharp pants, Yugi concentrated on keeping the waves of pain
caused by Adrian's marking at bay. Squeezing his eyes closed and
biting his tongue whenever he felt the need to cry out.

Yami...find me...find
me soon. Please...

::

The slim figure lay on a
wooden-framed white-sheeted bed. The single focus in the center of
the large squarish room. It's slender body was swathed in an
overlarge white shift, covering his nudity. Limbs the colour of
bronze contrasting sharply with the pale material.

The overwhelming
cacophony of shrieks, yells and shouts bombarded the spirit, his
crimson eyes narrowing as feeling returned to his body. First one
hand was lifted, his fingers flexed, then clenched in a fist. He
moved his other hand in the same way, ignoring everything around him.

They didn't
matter...these strangers surrounding him.

Nothing did. Except Yugi.

A sudden silence fell
over the room as Yami sat upright in one smooth, swift movement, his
blonde bangs ruffling against his face as he twisted his head towards
the closest presence in the room.

“Where am I?”
The rich, dulcet tones of his voice seemed unnaturally loud in the
room. The tone brooking no argument or evasions...no room left in his
utterly deep, dark commanding hiss of a question for anything other
than immediate compliance.

The unfortunate man
pinned by his gaze swallowed convulsively, his eyes flickering to a
person at Yami's back.

“M-ministry
H-headquaters...D-detainment a-and Evaluation.” He squeaked
out, trying to back even further into the wall behind him.

Yami turned away,
dismissing him to scan the interior of the room. His eyes coming to
rest on a middle-aged woman who was behind him. His eyes narrowed as
he took in her stare. Anger, fear and pride meeting his gaze with
only a slight waver.

“You are the one in
command here.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I am.” She
said slowly, erring on the side of caution.

“Who placed me
here?”

“I'm not at
liberty--”

Yami growled softly, a
faint hum of warning thrumming in his throat.

“I...”

“Answer.”

The woman took a moment,
obviously trying to calculate the risk of refusing to answer. The
odds were not on her side, and she knew it. “Specials Agent
Adrian Waring, Second Commander of the First Line Division.”

“I see.” Yami
frowned, pulling his thoughts together. It wasn't every day that he
merged with the Shadows, cast a 2nd level spell, gave up his energy
to heal his aibou, was forcibly separated from said partner, caged
inside his soul, bound, freed, then awoken in an obviously unfamiliar
and possibly unfriendly territory. It took the once Pharaoh a moment
to gather his thoughts together and formulate a plan.

“Where is my
aibou?”

“I don't--”

“Do not make me ask
again.” There was a flicker of red around his body for an
instant, and the woman grimaced. “Yugi. The young one who saved
the lives of the people we encountered last night is hurt. I warn
you. Now is not the time for your games. I have a limit to my
patience.”

“He...he will be in
the infirmary.”

Yami nodded his head
once. A short, half tilt of acknowledgment, sliding off the bed to
his feet. The cold stone floor beneath his bare feet was hardly
noticed.

“I wish to be
shown.”

The woman nodded,
resisting the sudden inexplicable urge to bow.

::

Yugi had a pattern now.
One that he followed religiously to keep his mind in one piece.

Shake. Waves of ice. Heat
wave curling through his bones. Sharp pain radiating from the ropes.
Total numbness when his nerves couldn't cope. Endorphins. The chance
to breathe. Shakes...

There had been many
occasions in his nineteen years of life when Yami and his enemies had
taken advantage not only of the bond he shared with his yami, but of
his position among his friends, of his high value to all they came in
contact with, in order to coerce his yami and friends into doing
things they had no wish to do.

But this was different.

In this case, it was not
a person desperate for power. It was not a madman seeking to rule the
world. It was not a person wishing to unleash the horrors of the
Shadows onto an unsuspecting world. It was not kidnappers wanting
money, nor was it even close.

In this case, there was
no reprieve available.

Yugi knew about fanatics.
About obsessions. Hell, he lived for one himself. His Games...and his
friends.

But his obsession caused
no harm to others.

This was where Adrian
Waring differed.

There was a saying Ryou
had once whispered to him in the night, when he and his dark other
had had an argument, and Ryou had sought refuge from his pain.
Usually emotional, but occasionally physical.

On this occasion that
Yugi remembered it had been late, or was it early? Probably touching
on the midnight-to-dawn hours. Ryou had walked to Yugi's apartment,
using the spare key to let himself in. Each yami had an innate
awareness of any of their kind that approached, and this feeling
extended to their light halves.

Yami had been waiting in
the kitchen when the pastel-haired boy had stumbled in, pale silver
tear tracks glimmering under the harsh fluorescent light.

The exchange between the
two had been wordless. Yami guiding the distraught youth to a chair,
sending a brief pulse through their link to his hikari, before
turning to fill a kettle with water.

Yugi had walked in,
yawning, coming to stand unerringly beside the other light, his hand
stroking the taller youth's forehead gently.

Ryou had looked up then,
the pain in his very soul showing in his doe brown eyes. He spoke
then. A whispered sentence gasped out in broken sobs.

“No good deed
ever goes unpunished.”

Yugi understood now. He
knew now what Ryou had meant. He would not change what he had done,
but unlike Ryou, who had faced his pain and become stronger, who had
stood up and fought for his right to exist as and who he was, unlike
Ryou, Yugi didn't know if he was strong enough now.

A voice intruded on his
thoughts.

“Three...two...one.”

Yugi shut his eyes.
Mustering every scrap of courage he had. He knew...he could feel it.
This is when things would get tough.

::

Yami glared at the
woman's back as they walked. She was trying to delay him. It was
another game, Yami was sure of it. If he could he would have looked
for his love by himself, tearing this place stone by stone to it's
foundations if it were not for the simple fact that doing so could
harm his light.

The dark spirit was no
fool. He could feel the spells, enchantments and magic in the air, in
the stone, in the people. They wove a web so bright he could follow
the traces with his eyes, taste the currents on his tongue and feel
the pressure like different layers of air caressing his skin.

The magic could sense him
back. It was not alive as such, but it recognised an inherently
magical being such as he with an almost instinctual awareness,
seeking to familiarise itself with his not-quite similar magic in the
most basic of ways.

Yami ignored the
sensations. But unfortunately it screwed up his perceptions of Yugi,
the layers of magic acting like the layers of an onion. To find Yugi
he would have to either peel away each enchantment or spell blocking
him, or wait until his strength recharged. Neither was truly an
acceptable option.

So he waited.

::

Yugi whimpered softly as
his head was lifted.

“Open your eyes.”
The command was whispered, but firm.

Yugi obeyed. He had to
pick his battles if he was going to survive this.

“I will ask you a
question. You will answer. The potion will be working now and if you
try to avoid answering me it will
hurt. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Yugi
rasped out, horrified by how swiftly his body reacted even without
him thinking.

“Good boy.”
The gleam in Adrian's eyes softened, and his lips twisted into a
pleased half-smile. “I will start off simply. Don't think. Just
answer. If you're good I may not punish you.”

Oh Kami. Oh Kami.
Butterflies danced and died in Yugi's stomach, sending flutters of
fear through him.

“What is your name,
age and occupation?”

Yugi swallowed. “Mutou
Yugi, nineteen, Duelist Elite and current King of Games.”

A tinge of confusion
coloured the auror's brown eyes. “Duelist?”

“Elaborate.”
Yugi asked quietly. The potion did it's job flawlessly. He tried to
bite his tongue, but it failed to have any effect.

“What is a Duelist,
and how did you become one?” Adrian asked clearly.

“A Duelist is a
person who plays Duel Monsters. A card game. I became a Duelist due
to my knack with games.”

There was an amused snort
from the tall male. “I see. A child's game then.”

Yugi opened his mouth,
then shut it, grabbing Adrian's attention. “Is there more to it
then?” The auror asked craftily, recognising the conflicting
signs in Yugi's actions. Some part of him obviously agreed that it
was a child's' game, but if there were more to it than that...

“Yes.” Yugi
swallowed, clenching his jaw. Nothing happened, his lips moving
anyway. “There is magic in the game, and there are rules for
those who can call the magic. There are games to the death, and games
that will tear your soul from your body. There are Shadow Games.”

Adrian smiled, nodding
his head as if vindicated. “So I was right. Darkness. Dark
Magics. You are a Dark Wizard.” A pleased look settled over his
features. “You have no rights then. The penalty for using Dark
Magic is Azkaban or the Dementor's Kiss.”

“I am not...”

Adrian's hand pressed
against Yugi's lips gently, even as his eyes hardened. “You
should consider yourself lucky that I don't throw you to the
Dementors immediately.” he said, meeting Yugi's gaze smugly. He
let his eyes rove over Yugi's bound form on the table before him,
allowing his hand to drop to Yugi's chest, stroking the tender satiny
skin down to his stomach with an even hand.

“But then...that
would definitely be a crime, especially against such beauty.”
He held up a finger to quieten Yugi's protests, aiming his wand at
Yugi's mouth and murmuring “'Silentium
Imperium'”
in a calm, even voice.

“When I tell you to
speak, you will be able to speak. Until then you will be unable to
make a sound.”

Yugi looked up,
horrified, shaking his head as fast as he was able without setting
off the potion.

“Now...”
Adrian confided blandly, “...you are mine.”

::

Arthur fumed silently as
he sat on the chair before his desk. He wasn't allowed on the other
side, because the two Specials aurors didn't seem to want him being
able to use anything he may have in his drawers against them.

“How much longer
are we supposed to stay here?” Arthur demanded angrily, his
bark-brown eyes flashing.

The two men opposite and
perpendicular to him shrugged in unison, not deigning to answer.

“Great.”
Arthur fumed, slouching in his chair. Molly
is going to kill
me. He
thought with resignation.

::

There was something
innately pleasing to Adrian about the way the boy seemed to embody
innocent seduction. Those large eyes and lush lips, the tiny, yet
perfectly proportioned limbs encased in milk-white pearlescent skin
that he knew from touching was softer than the petals of a newly
blossomed rose. Combined with his touch-me-not air and slightly
trembling form created the most tantalising and delicious picture of
subjugation he'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

He couldn't wait.

Some part of him craved
to hurt the boy, to bring his nails down and carve his trail along
the unblemished flesh before him. To make the boy scream with pain
and ecstasy together. He could feel the tingling in his groin, and
the sparks shooting along his veins as he curbed his impatience to
mark the youth, to lick and bite that perfect form, to mar it's
beauty, to rend apart the angel before him and crush his spirit. And
this boy was nothing if not the vision of an angel.

But Adrian knew better.
Regardless of the youth's appearance he'd all but admitted to being a
Dark Wizard, in fact, his denials just made it all the more obvious.

And all the more sweet.

He stepped forward until
the tops of his thighs pressed against the edge of the wooden table,
wrapping Yugi in a hold in his arms that he knew would hurt, pressing
his face to those impossibly silky spikes that adorned the youth's
head like a crown, breathing in the delicate scent of peach blossoms,
before trailing downwards, nuzzling against the slender column of the
boy's throat.

He could feel the youth
shake, and his mouth open in a silent scream, gasps of air tumbling
out of his mouth to glide against the side of Adrian's face.

“Speak.”
Adrian commanded mid scream, the room filling with shockingly
high-pitched sobbing, screeching, rasping pants that sounded like the
sweetest of music to Adrian's ears.

The brown-haired auror
wasted no time in taking full advantage of his hold over the youth
before him, giving a satisfied growl as he licked the pale flesh of
the boys collarbone. Without warning he gripped Yugi's shoulders in
either hand and bit down. Teeth not used to doing more than eat
forcing the skin of Yugi's lower neck to split agonisingly apart,
dark crimson blood welling above the two half-circle cuts, before
sliding forward down Yugi's chest in a rivulet of red.

Yugi's scream halted
mid-way into hysterical choking sobs, his mind repeating the same
word over and over again, rational thought trying to flee.

Yami...Yami...Yami...Yami...

Every muscle hurt.

His hands trailing down
to cup Yugi's rear hard enough to force the youth's bound body
against his own, Adrian moved slightly, uncaring that the boy's blood
was staining his robes and ran his hand down to Yugi's most private
place, stroking with cruel tenderness to spark off the pleasure which
the potion would intensify, even as his bite would have caused
unbearable pain to course through Yugi's abused body.

Adrian knew of course. He
had learnt of every method in training, how some captors treated
their prisoners. It was meant to be read as a guideline...something
to expect if they were ever captured and at the mercy of a Death
Eater or under He-who-must-not-be-named.

He was just putting it to
better use.

Even taking someone by
force wasn't usually enough to break them, after all, everyone pities
and sympathises with a victim...but...make the victim believe in
their own mind that they wanted it...that they participated, shame
them with their own body's responses and you could break the spirit
of the strongest person eventually.

This boy would be easy.
And a pleasure.

His other hand playing
idly with a tiny pink nipple, Adrian kept his hands moving slowly,
softly. Rewarding instead of punishing. Inflicting pleasure on Yugi's
poor, abused, form.

“Silent.”
Adrian commanded as he felt Yugi's arousal stir, even as the boy
shook his head, tears dripping onto his chest in tiny crystal
droplets.

Yugi's mouth opened,
gasping silently for air and Adrian smiled, leaning down to lick away
the blood from the cut, worrying the flesh with his tongue to renew
the spikes of pain that the act would cause.

He could feel his own
need coiling in his belly, firing his veins with the potent desire to
simply take the boy before him. To spread apart those delicate limbs
and drive himself into the deepest part of the youth before him, to
revel in his helplessness and sate himself in Yugi's vulnerable form.

Adrian dipped a finger
against the bleeding bite, wetting them with the sticky life-giving
essence. He used his free hand and buried it in the long spikes of
hair, gripping them tightly and forcing the youth's head back,
capturing his lips in a bruising kiss even as he thrust his
blood-slick fingers inside the boy, drinking in the silent scream
from the others' lips as he sought and found the heated inner flesh
of Yugi's most secret place.

“So beautiful...so
tempting.” Adrian moaned delightedly against Yugi's lips,
pulling the boy's head back so far that the boy's back was bowed in
an arch against him.

He scissored his fingers
inside the boy, relishing the feel of his heat drying the blood,
burying his head against Yugi's neck as he bit back a moan.

Waiting be damned. He had
to have the boy...completely.

::

There were stares. Of
course there were stares.

Yami followed the woman
as she led him to a room three floors down and two hallways across,
finally ending in a room with a circular seating area.

“What is the reason
for this?”

The woman cleared her
throat, looking uncomfortable. “I thought you may want to
change first.” she said, motioning to the shift the spirit wore
that came to his knees.

Yami frowned, blinking
before pinning her with his ruby-eyed stare. “I see. Fine. But
make it quick. I do not wish to be here any longer than is absolutely
necessary. I shall hold you responsible for any harm that befalls my
light should these games continue.”

The woman nodded once
rapidly and hurried to a set of cabinets beside the other wall. She
grabbed things from three shelves, placing them on a seat before the
spirit.

“I'll wait
outside.” She offered.

Yami's eyes narrowed.
“Very well.”

The woman left the room,
leaving Yami alone to change. A deep sigh of relief coming unbidden
to her lips as soon as she left his foreboding presence.

Yami stared at the
clothes, tugging off the white shift and leaving it where it dropped
on the floor. The clothes she left were odd to say the least,
robe-like things that were vaguely alike to the ones the people that
he and Yugi had saved the previous night.

Everything was in a deep,
pure black and in the same size. Black trousers, a black long sleeved
shirt, a coat that reached mid-thigh and buttoned down the front up
to his neck, a slight collar feeling a bit like the neck-belt he
customarily wore. Over the top was a black robe which billowed a bit
at the shoulders and fell to the floor, lightly weighted at the
edges.

Equally uncoloured socks
and black boots were also provided, each item seeming to shrink to
his size as he put them on.

More magic then.

Once dressed, Yami took
an extra moment to search again for Yugi, but the half-formed vague
impression was still there, muted and distorted.

Sighing in frustration,
Yami grabbed the shift from the floor and stalked to the door.

“I want my aibou
now!”
Yami snarled, the door slamming behind him.

The woman gulped visibly
and nodded.

::

Something strange was
definitely going on.

The Shadows were anxious,
unsettled...almost as if their very foundation was being rocked.

Kaiba Seto didn't like
this. It had almost made his last spell backfire, and it was not
something he would tolerate lightly. If it hadn't been for his quick
thinking and mastery of the magic he had been casting, then his
mansion and everything in it could have been destroyed, instead of
the wards he had been placing on the grounds being activated.

There were only six
possible culprits for the sudden oddness and instability being
displayed by the Shadow Realm, and each one went by the name yami or
hikari.

Now all he had to do was
find out which one it was.

::

They had acquired an
escort somewhere along the way, Yami realised with a blink. He had
been turned inward for the last few minutes, enough apparently so
that he had failed to notice the people which had, in all likelihood,
been requested to join them whilst he had been changing.

Yami couldn't care less.

The procession turned
down another hall, and the air changed. The feeling Yami had long
associated with his light suddenly intensified to the point that Yami
could swear he was in the same room as his light other.

The woman halted outside
two double doors, looking slightly confused as she glanced around the
empty room they were in. “That's odd...” she murmured,
“...where are the nurses?”

“Is there something
amiss?” Yami ground out.

She shook her head,
turning to face the doors. She reached out to turn the handle before
suddenly turning back away and walking back to the spirit. The odd
tightness in her face signaling that something was most definitely
wrong.

With a spin she faced the
doors. “'Finite Incantatum!'” There was a flash of
white light around the doors. “A notice-me-not charm.”
She breathed out, a flash of fear crossing her face.

Yami pushed her aside,
the doors slamming open before him.

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