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~The Fear~

By:
Aerys Krystie.

A/N:
I truly apologize for taking so long with this chapter. I just had so many ideas
on what to do, that I had to choose one and do it. As you can tell, it�s not all
that well written and I apologize for that, too. Please, enjoy it.

~ * ~

Yami sat the desk in
his and Yugi�s room, staring out the window above it. The idea of actually doing
homework did enter his mind, more than once. As he lowered his eyes to the math
problem sheet laid out before him, he sighed.

Realizing he couldn�t
bring himself to do anything, Yami groaned in defeat. He had hoped that doing
his math work would actually take his mind off where he was due in the next
hour. He had skipped school that day, convincing Yugi and Grandpa he was sick.
Not wanting him to miss out on anything, Yugi had collected his homework.

He had called Bakura
to let him know their �date� would have to be cancelled again. After hanging up,
he had called someone else, wanting to talk to them. He had half hoped that they
wouldn�t agree, but when they did, his heart leapt for joy.

Seto sure didn�t sound
too impressed to be meeting me.
Yami went back to staring out the window, trying to figure out what he was going
to say to the stoic business man. Chewing his lower lip, he jumped when the
phone on the desk rang. He stared at it for a few seconds, answering it on the
third ring.

�Hello?�

�I can�t make our
appointment.� Seto.

Yami sighed, hanging
up without another word. There was nothing to be said. He had wanted to get away
from Bakura, wanted to tell Seto how he felt, just to get away from what scared
him. He frowned, when the room darkened. The setting sun was hidden by clouds.

Perfect.
He stood, leaving the room, going downstairs to the small kitchen. In there,
Yugi was making dinner while Grandpa closed up the shop. He sat down at the
table, staring at Yugi�s back. He couldn�t believe he was about to do this.

�Yugi, how did you
tell Ryou you loved him?�

Yugi tensed slightly,
turning around quickly. He stared at Yami like he was sane. Where had that come
from? Shaking his head, Yugi smiled warmly. It was nice to know there was
someone who could grapple Yami and pull him into the wonderful world of love.

�Well, it was kind of
simple. It was Valentine�s Day, you were in Chicago��

�I�ve never been to
Chicago.�

�You have now, don�t
ruin the story. Anyway, I just sent him a card revealing how I felt about him. I
never thought he would feel the same way about me. We�ve been together ever
since. Now, who have you got your eye on?� Yugi finished preparing dinner and
put it in a pot, placing it on the stove. He wanted to give Yami his undivided
attention.

�No-one,� Yami
answered slowly, lowering his eyes. �I just never knew how you told Ryou, now I
do.� He stood, scratching the back of his head. �I had better go finish my
homework.�

Yami headed back up to
the second floor, going to the bedroom, closing the door behind himself. He sat
down in the chair at the desk again, staring down at the paper. Frowning
slightly, Yami completed the problems without a hitch, wondering why he didn�t
bother with it before.

Pulling out the
science homework, Yami jumped when the phone rang again. When did this place
become so popular? He answered it, paling as he heard Bakura�s voice on the
other end.

�You sound a lot
better, Pharaoh.�

Yami�s breathing
became a little labored. He drew a blank on how to get himself out of this mess.
He swallowed hard when he heard Bakura chuckle.

�Get over here.
Otherwise, I�ll be going over there, and don�t worry; I have various objects
that can be carried to remind you of your place with me.�

Yami flinched when the
other end went dead; he released a breath he didn�t realize he had been holding.
He replaced the receiver with a shaking hand, closing his eyes. What am I
going to do? Staring out the window, Yami sighed. Well, at least it isn�t
� He rolled his eyes as it began to sprinkle outside, before a downpour came
through.

And he wants me to
walk over there in this weather?
Standing from his seat he went to the closet, dressing in jeans and a tee. He
raced downstairs, calling out something about returning a library book, pulled
his shoes on and left the store.

Within seconds, he was
soaked through and through. He wandered along the streets, hands stuffed into
the pockets of his jeans. Perhaps he should have just told Kaiba on the phone
how he felt. But he wasn�t sure if that was something he wanted to do.

Without being able to
explain it, Yami wasn�t sure if he wanted these visits to stop. Sure, Bakura was
a little rough, but he never did anything to cause too much pain or trouble for
that matter. Somewhere, in the darkest and most disturbed part of his mind, Yami
knew he could trust Bakura. And that was something he didn�t want to admit
openly.

Kicking a can out of
his way, Yami crossed the street, not really caring how many cars had to slam on
their breaks. He had more important things to think about. Like, when did he
start trusting Bakura? The guy was blackmailing him! And he had this ridiculous
notion that it wasn�t about that.

True, Bakura had
probably chosen him because he was inexperienced and very curious. Yami shook
his head. How could be curious about the sort of stuff that Bakura is into?
Bondage had never crossed his mind. Actually, losing his virginity to Bakura had
never crossed his mind, either.

Raising his head, Yami
saw that he had arrived at Bakura�s house. �Why am I curious about this?� he
wondered out loud as he rang the doorbell. What did he hope to gain from this
experience? He rolled his eyes as several words came to mind. None fit at all
with his current predicament.

The door opened with
the words �Get your ass inside now, Pharaoh.�

Yami stepped into the
house, standing just inside the doorway. He wasn�t really nervous about this.
Just nervous about what Bakura had in mind for him for lying. He looked Bakura
in the eye, who looked rather annoyed.

�Well, don�t just
stand there! You�ll ruin the rug. Get upstairs, third door on the right.� Bakura
stepped aside to let Yami through.

Yami hurried upstairs,
going to the room Bakura had told him to. The bathroom. He stripped out of his
wet clothes, folding them and placing them on the counter. He glanced into the
mirror above the basin. His hair had gone flat, framing his face. He blinked. He
had never looked girlier.

He jumped when there
was a hard knock at the door. He opened it a crack, seeing Bakura on the other
side. He actually wondered where Ryou was, but knew it wasn�t his place to ask.
Instead, he had to worry about Bakura, who forced the door open, grabbing Yami�s
lower arm, pulling him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.

Closing and locking
the door, Bakura turned to Yami. �You lied to me, Pharaoh, and now, you will pay
for it. Get on the bed.�

Yami wasn�t sure if he
wanted to defy Bakura and did as he was ordered, getting on the bed. He saw
cuffs on the bedside chest and chewed his lower lip nervously. Was Bakura going
to chain him down and beat him? He did say he was going to do that, right?

Bakura noticed the
look in Yami�s eyes when he saw the cuffs. Rolling his eyes, he picked them up.
�They�re wrist and thigh cuffs, Yami. I wasn�t planning on using them so early
into our relationship, but you gave me no choice.�

Bakura quickly
attached the cuffs to Yami�s body, stepping back. He licked his lips. Yami just
looked so, so delectable there. Almost completely exposed, he certainly was the
stuff wet dreams are made of. Giving a small chuckle, he opened the top drawer
of the bedside chest, pulling something out.

Yami watched Bakura
with growing interest. He didn�t care what Bakura did. Only they knew about this
�relationship� as Bakura called it, so there was no way he would be humiliated
by it. Well, he hoped he wouldn�t be humiliated by it anyway.

Bakura turned Yami
onto his knees, enjoying the sight of Yami looking so ready to be penetrated or
spanked. Whichever one came first.

Bakura turned his eyes
to Yami�s exposed rear, grinning. He roughly grabbed a handful of Yami�s hair,
ripping his head back. He licked Yami�s cheek, as he dropped the object from his
hand to give Yami�s behind a hard slap, hearing the pharaoh moan.

�You had better not
bullshit to me again, bitch.� Bakura slapped Yami�s rump again, loving the
sound.

Yami bit his lower to
keep himself from crying out in bliss. He was already turned on and was dying to
know what Bakura would do to him next. As another slap landed, he couldn�t help
himself, he moaned loudly, his arms struggling against the restraints.

Bakura let go of
Yami�s hair, picking up the object again. He turned it on, a gentle hum coming
for it. He shoved two fingers into Yami�s mouth, smiling maliciously as he
sucked them. He took them away, forcing both into the other�s anus, whose back
dipped at the intrusion.

The white haired
spirit grinned, dangling the bullet vibe in Yami�s eyesight, letting the other
spirit know what was about to happen. Removing his fingers, Bakura placed the
tip of the vibe at Yami�s entrance, hearing him gasp, Bakura pushed in, turning
it up.

Yami cried out as
Bakura kept pushing it in further until it was resting against that spot. That
spot that made Yami moan; scream; beg for more. His hands ached to be free, to
be able to pleasure his weeping member that was dripping with neglect.

Bakura smirked,
standing back. He watched the way Yami�s body writhed, trying to get more of the
ecstasy but failing. He rubbed his own erection through his pants with the palm
of his hand. He gritted his teeth. Seeing Yami act this way was beautiful.

Walking idly around
the bed, Bakura took mental pictures of Yami from almost every angle. He stopped
on the other side, studying his face. Eyes half closed, mouth open moaning like
a whore. Growling, Bakura went around to the other side of the bed.

Going into the top
drawer again, he pulled out one of his favorite slappers. He cracked it across
Yami�s backside, making the pharaoh cry out in surprise and pleasure. He
continued to belt Yami with the piece of leather until his hide was nearly as
red as his hair.

Bakura ran his
fingertips over the redness, knowing he probably been a little to harsh for
Yami�s first time. Blowing cool air over the marks for a moment, Bakura�s hand
hunted around for the clasps to Yami�s binds. Undoing them, he turned the spirit
over, chaining him up in the spread eagle pose.

Opening the draw
again, keeping it open this time, Bakura removed two small objects from it. He
showed the clear nipple clamps to Yami, who was too deluded with lust to
actually register what was going to happen to him. Adjusting the tension, Bakura
attached them.

While Yami tugged on
the shackles, Bakura picked up a green candle and a lighter. Lighting the wick,
the pale spirit gave it a moment to be useable. Testing it on his hand first,
Bakura dropped the first bit of wax on Yami�s left inner thigh, causing him to
cry out and writhe beneath the torturous touch.

Chuckling
sadistically, Bakura continued to let the wax drip on Yami�s thigh, slowing
moving to the other one. With a psychotic grin, Bakura dripped wax onto Yami�s
scrotum, who yanked on the chains and Bakura was worried he would break them.

Standing the candle up
on the bedside chest, Bakura grabbed a cock ring, attaching it Yami. With it
secured, he got the candle again, letting more wax go to the scrotum. Yami�s
hips bucked upward as he whimpered, staring at Bakura, wanting more.

Bakura moved the
candle to Yami�s torso, dropping wax onto his abdomen. Green certainly was
Yami�s color. Wondering where that came from, Bakura tilted the candle more,
letting more of the melted candle fall to Yami�s body.

With his free hand, he
grasped Yami�s erection, jerking it roughly, making him scream again and again.
Leaving the organ alone for now, Bakura removed one of the clamps on Yami�s
nipples. He licked the nub and blew on it softly, then dripped wax on it.

Yami shouted at the
sensation. He loved the way Bakura was playing with his body. His head fell back
as a pressure was applied to his nipple, harder than before. It was wonderful.
He continued to tug on the shackles, wanting his hands free, wanting to just
touch Bakura, which he knew was weird.

But at the moment,
Yami was beyond all rational thinking. He only wanted Bakura to continue with
this � this pleasurable torture.

�Fuck, Bakura!� Yami
screamed in bliss as Bakura tipped more wax onto his body.

Bakura stared down at
Yami. �You are so easy to turn on, you bitch.� He blew the candle out, tossing
it to the floor, as he sat between Yami�s thighs. His eyes raked over Yami�s
body. �You are a slut, Yami.�

Reaching back, Bakura
got the control for the bullet vibe and turned it up higher. Yami bucked wilder
than a bronco. He was not going to take that toy until he heard the words he
wanted to hear. Judging by the way Yami was carrying on, he had a feeling it
would be sooner than he thought.

Getting off the bed,
Bakura stripped. He hoped Yami would say those words soon; otherwise Bakura
would just let his urges win him over.

�Are you ready to feel
the real thing, yet?� Bakura grazed his nails over Yami�s erection.

Yami shuddered
violently at the sensation, nodding his head, not being able to make a coherent
word. He had been waiting for Bakura�s flesh since the beginning.

�I�m sorry, Yami, what
was that?�

Yami was seconds from
breaking into tears. �Yes, I�m ready for it!�

Bakura turned the vibe
up higher, loving Yami�s scream of bliss. �Ready for what?�

Having an extremely
difficult time trying to think, let alone answer, Yami just looked at Bakura.
What did this sadist want from him? Was he expecting full sentence answers?
Well, he was going to be sorely disappointed.

�Just ask me to fuck
you, idiot, and I will.� Bakura gripped Yami�s erection tightly.

�It�s obvious I want
it!�

Bakura raised an
eyebrow at Yami, and stepped back. �I can let you suffer all night, bitch. If
you don�t want that, beg me to fuck you.�

Yami�s breathing was
taken up by moans. Somehow, he managed to get out the words �Fuck me, Bakura!
Please, fuck me!�

Tilting his head to
the side, Bakura snickered. �A slave does not refer to his master by his name.�

Yami stared at Bakura.
When did they agree on this? Yami knew the answer at once. The moment he rang
the doorbell. Was he that desperate for release? Of course he was. He wasn�t
sure how much longer he would be able to stay conscious.

�I�m sorry, master.
Please, fuck me, master.� All self-respect and pride had left Yami half an hour
into their little meeting.

Bakura inclined his
head, pleased. He turned the vibe off, pulling it out gently, placing it on the
bedside chest to be cleaned. He got between Yami�s legs again, reaching under
the pillow, pulling out a tube of lubricant.

Lathering his erection
quickly, Bakura entered Yami. Without a pause, he built up a steady rhythm
instantly. Bakura didn�t bother with pleasuring Yami, this was more for him to
get off than the pharaoh, yet Yami didn�t seem bothered by it.

Yami voiced his
pleasure loudly. Being filled with the real thing from Bakura would always be
enough for him. He could feel his back sticking to the covers from sweat as his
body longed for that moment where it would finally be free.

Bakura supported
himself on one hand and removed the cock ring from Yami with the other, tossing
it aside, grasping the other spirit�s erection. His hips picked up momentum, his
hand joining the rhythm. This may be for his pleasure, but he had punished Yami
enough for one night. Tomorrow night would be a different story.

Placing his forehead
against Yami�s, Bakura stared into the crimson orbs, daring Yami to orgasm. He
altered the angle of his hips slightly, slamming against Yami�s spot, allowing
himself a small moan, which was lost in Yami�s scream as he came.

Bakura continued to
milk Yami�s member as his hips continued their work, his pace becoming more
erratic, his body telling him to let go. Letting go of deflating organ, Bakura
gripped Yami�s shoulders, his head falling back as he released his semen into
the channel, a sigh leaving his mouth.

Collapsing on Yami,
Bakura panted. That was defiantly the best orgasm he had ever had. It blew Marik
out of the water. Removing his flaccid penis from Yami�s body, Bakura undid the
shackles, noticing the marks around Yami�s wrists, knowing he would have a hard
time explaining them if anyone saw them.

Falling onto his back,
Bakura stared at his ceiling. �What time is it, Yami?�

Yami looked around the
room for a clock. Finding one on the opposite bedside chest, his eyes widened.
�It�s eleven-thirty. Grandpa and Yugi will be having a fit.�

Yami got off the bed,
falling to his knees, his body still not recovering from the abuse it went
through in the last few hours. He was dreading waking up tomorrow morning and
not being able to move.

�Pharaoh, just stay
the night. Call them in the morning and make up some bullshit. Get back into bed
before you get a chill through your body.� Bakura stood, pulling back to the
covers and getting in.

Yami joined him after
a few seconds. They could shower in the morning, and Bakura could get Ryou to
wash his sheets and whatnot. Not bothering to turn off the lights, Bakura closed
his eyes and fell asleep instantly.

* * *

Malik scratched the
back of his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He wasn�t sure what had just
happened up there, but it sure did last a while. He and Ryou were not expecting
that when they returned from visiting the carnival.

Glancing at the white
haired boy, he raised a quizzical eyebrow. Something was telling him he didn�t
want to know about what just happened, but the better half of him wanted to
know. With the way someone was screaming up there, it sounded like fun.

Ryou just blushed,
shrugging his shoulders. Obviously whatever Bakura had been doing embarrassed
the hell out of him. Now the pale teen knew how Malik felt whenever they heard
Kaiba and Marik going at it like rabbits.

�I�m sure it was
nothing.� Ryou honestly did not want to explain anything, not right now. He had
more than enough to do.

�Yeah, I�m sure it was
nothing, too. I wonder if that other person is still alive.� Malik stretched,
lying out on the sofa.

�They are. Bakura
doesn�t kill unless he really has to or really wants to.� Ryou stood from his
place on the floor before the fireplace, and headed upstairs.

He knew that he
couldn�t blame Bakura; he had said he would be staying at Malik�s that night,
but the storm had forced them to come back to Ryou�s. It was closer. They had
both showered and Ryou had even put Yami�s clothes through the drier.

Unlocking Bakura�s
door with the spare key that was hidden behind the doorframe, Ryou peeked in,
seeing Bakura and Yami passed out on the bed. He smiled, turning the lights off
and closing the door again, locking it and returning the key. Tomorrow morning
was not going to be fun.

~ * ~

I am so sorry about
the slowness of this! I really am! But, I�m only human!

Thank you to everyone
who stuck by this story. You�re all gems to me! *kisses to all*
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