I don't own Yu Gi Oh.                                                                  ~Temptaion~

   The evil one smiled as he made his way yet again down the familiar street from the temple of Osiris to his lavish Thebes palace, his one of many.

   Now, this "evil one" otherwise known as Pharaoh Malik, was given the title of "evil one" by most due to his amoral and sardonic ways. He was an overpowering, heartless man who killed and tortured for the sheer pleasure of it. His palace minions had lost count of the number of innocent deaths caused by him. Yet, they did nothing about it. All too frightened to even put one toe out of line, and Malik reminded them every day of what would happen should a single one of them turn against him.

   His latest killing spree happened just this morning when the cooks in the palace didn't have his favorite wine. He sent Litho, his most loyal servant to the small village outside of Thebes to collect some more innocent lives for him to play with. Litho was ordered to bring them to the temple of Osiris so that they could be "sacrificed" to the God.  But it was more like sacrifices for Malik's pleasure.

   Now that evening was upon the city, and Pharaoh Malik had finished killing the last of his latest batch of victims he was on his way back to the palace. He had a long and tiring day, and he was ready for a promiscuous night.

   In the middle of that killing spree in the temple of Osiris, he noticed that Litho had brought an incredibly beautiful girl from that village. Malik had her immediately taken to the palace and cleaned up so that she could be ready for him tonight. He wanted to have some fun with her before he killed her.

   Bursting through the mahogany palace doors, some of his servants scrambled to get out of his way as he marched through the palace's entryway and straight for his chambers.

   Coming to a halt in front of his chamber doors, he smiled venomously before he entered.

   The girl was sitting on his overly enormous bed, with her head bowed, just as he had ordered. And it was a good thing too, he didn't want to have to murder about twenty more people tonight, he was simply exhausted.

   She kept her head bowed low so that the Pharaoh couldn't see her tears. Malik couldn't see her tears, but he could see her shaking ardently. This, he enjoyed. Malik had always loved causing intense fear with all those whom he came in contact with; especially in the bedroom. It let them know who was in charge. And he could see that tonight, it was working well.

   He smiled lightly as he crawled onto the bed. He traced his fingers around her neck, and felt her freeze.

   "What's wrong?" He whispered in her ear, biting it roughly before he pulled away. A soft cry that Malik could tell she tried to hold back escaped her lips. He moved her hair away from her neck and began to suck gently on her soft skin.

   Malik knew that she was using every last ounce of strength she had to keep from making a sound. Weather it be one of fear, or pleasure. So he only intensified his assault by biting a trail down her neck.

   It was like this with all of his sex slaves. He found it quite amusing when they fought against him, their will, breaking right before his very eyes. He loved to break them; loved to torment their souls to the point where they'd be begging for him to kill them. And he would grant their wishes, after all, how heartless could he be?

   He brought his face up to hers, where he was met with a pair of big beautiful almond shaped amber eyes that were watery with tears.

   "Why are you crying?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

She didn't answer him, but continued to gaze right back at him with unwavering nerve. This was something that Malik wasn't used to.

   Malik brought his tongue out and licked up the bittersweet tear that ran down the side of her face. He felt her contort slightly at his action, and he lost his patients.

   "What are you doing?" He yelled as he grabbed onto her upper arms tightly and shook her. "You will do what I want, when I want! And there will be no objections!" He brought his hand up and whipped it across her face, sending her falling back onto the bed.

   He then climbed on top of the shaken girl and moved his hand up and down her leg.

   "See.  This isn't so bad, now is it?" He said softly to her. "Is it?" He repeated, a bit more aggressively when she didn't respond.

   She slowly shook her head, even though it was the worst thing in the world.

   "There, there…" He moaned, slowly beginning to remove her top. The poor frightened girl was shaking more then ever as he slipped it off and dropped it to the floor. Malik just smiled, he knew that at any moment she would succumb to the hell that he was putting her through and cry out, begging for him to stop…after which he would do no such thing. Malik lowered down on top of her and slowly started kissing and nipping at the soft skin of her neck, making his way down…and further down as she continued to shake. He was loving every second of it, and continued on his path downward, sending more pain and torture into her heart until finally…

   "Please…" She begged so softly that her plea hardly reached his ears.

   "I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked, smiling. 'They all break sooner or later.' He told himself.

   She bit her lip to stop herself from repeating what she had said. Malik wanted to hear more of her pleas so he moved his hand down and grabbed her.

   "No!" She cried, grabbing his hand.

   "Don't you tell me no!" He screamed, grabbing her wrists and throwing her off the bed. "Get out! Get out now, or I'll kill you!"

   The young girl wasted no time, she snatched her shirt off the floor and ran out of the room as fast as she could.

   Malik just growled at himself as he flopped down on the bed. He never remembered being less into someone before, and he certainly never remembered letting someone leave his bedroom alive.

   Sighing, he remembered that it was his birthday tomorrow, and Litho had always gotten him good presents. He could hardly wait until then to see if whatever Litho had gotten him would occupy his time.

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   Malik groaned as he rested his head in his hand, staring half-heartedly at all the guests that were at his party. This was, by far the most pathetic excuse for a party that he had ever seen. Sure…his favorite wine was there (the cooks had made sure of that) and yeah, there was plenty of entertainment, but there was something missing. Prince after annoyingly brown nosed prince was announced, bringing him lavish gifts from their land. So far he had received wild animals, precious stones, diamonds rubies, and gold. Silk from the Far East, and new slaves, but nothing seemed to spark his interest. He had plenty of that stuff already, he wanted something new and exciting and he decided that if he didn't get it soon, people were going to die tonight. However, his hopes lifted a little when he remembered that Litho still hadn't presented his gift yet.

   So, not even bothering to pretend that he was enjoying his party Pharaoh Malik slumped back in his chair and awaited the time when he would receive his gift from Litho, which he desperately hoped wasn't too long off.

   While everyone else was having a good time and the party was in full swing Malik seemed to sink lower and lower in his chair, wishing that he could escape without being noticed.

   Hours went by and he began to lose hope. When suddenly the throne room doors burst open, and when the crowd was silenced, Litho stepped in.

   Malik perked his up his head, and sat straight on his throne as Litho approached him. To his disappointment though, Malik noticed that his faithful servant was empty-handed.

   "My Pharaoh." Litho spoke as he lowered his head. "To honor you on your birthday, I have brought you a most exquisite gift."

   Malik's interest had been sparked; he was catching on to every word that Litho spoke.

   "A truly rare find, I assure you great one."

   "Ok, so where is it?" Malik hassled, becoming impatient.

   Litho snapped his fingers and through the throne room doors came four palace guards, holding onto chains.

   'Oh Gods, not another slave.' Malik thought desperately. But as they came closer, Malik noticed what was tied to the ropes. Two of the most magnificent creatures he had ever laid eyes on. One was gruff and dark, no doubt from toiling for countless hours in the heat of the Egyptian sun. The other, small and delicate, with porcelain skin. His deep chocolate eyes seemed to have lost all hope, and Malik could see that they were moist with tears. There was something so pure and innocent about him, for the first time in his life Malik was speechless.

   "I take it you like?" Litho asked him, noting the dumbfounded look on Malik's face.

   "They are, quite astounding Litho, I must say."

   "We're not your property!" The older one shouted, only to have his back whipped. He didn't cry out, which Malik noticed, with interest.

   "You're a strong soul." He said, descending off his throne and approaching the two white haired boys. "I like that." He whispered to him, gripping his face hard.

   "What is your name?"

   "Bakura." He hissed, pulling his face out of the Pharaoh's strong hold.

   "Bakura…well Bakura, I don't allow such insolence. I guess I'll have to teach you the hard way." He turned on his heels, about to walk away when Bakura spat at his feet.

   "You'll teach me nothing you heartless beast!"

Malik felt his face grow hot as everyone in the room turned their attention to him. He quickly turned back to Bakura and made a fist, nailing the boy right in the stomach.

   "No!" Cried the little one.

   Malik directed his attention to the other boy, who took his breath away. He was so…so perfect, yet it seemed as though he had already given up hope. He hadn't been here for more then ten minutes and yet, Malik could see that the very life of him was drained.

   "What is your name, little one?" Malik asked.

   "Ryou…" He muttered, holding his head down.

Malik just wouldn't have that. He wanted to see into the boys beautiful brown eyes, so he gently put his hand under Ryou's chin, and lifted his face up.

   "Ryou, huh? Don't worry Ryou…everything's going to be alright." Malik turned to the guards. "Take the older one to the dungeons and teach him some manners. The little one will be cleaned up and sent to my room immediately."

   "No!!" Ryou screamed, struggling against the guards. "Bakura! Please don't let them take me!! Bakura!!"

   "Ryou…Ryou, it's ok." He called back, not bothering to struggle. Then, as if everyone else in the room had vanished, Bakura stared right at Malik. "If you hurt him, you'll be sorry." He said before he was drug out of the throne room.

   "Yes…I'm sure." Malik said as he chuckled. He loved watching the two like that, ripping them apart was so much fun. "Take him to get cleaned up." And with a graceful wave of his hand, Malik's orders were carried out.

   Malik walked up to his throne and sat back down…wanting desperately to leave and play with his new "toy", but knowing he had to stay at the party until it was over.

   Litho walked over to Malik, and took his usual position, standing right behind him.

   "Was his majesty pleased with the gift this year?" He asked courtly.

   "I think I'll enjoy him more if I can ever get back to my room." Malik spoke aggressively as he sunk back in his chair, deciding that he would fall asleep until his party was over.

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   Ryou sobbed the entire time as the palace slaves rushed to prepare him for the Pharaoh. They washed his already spotless skin with fine oils until he seemed to glow. They dotted him with lotus extract to make him smell as wonderful and pure as he looked.

   When they were finished he donned new clothes made out of the finest spun silks and linens. He wore more precious stones and jewels then he had ever seen in his lifetime, and still, he felt as if he wanted to die. The Pharaoh had taken him away from Bakura, the one he loved with all his heart. Ryou couldn't even begin to think about what the Pharaoh was going to do to him because all he could think about was if Bakura was safe.

   Continuing to cry, he hardly noticed the servants leading him down a hallway and pushing him through huge double doors until he realized that he was in the Pharaoh's room.

   Looking around, he noticed that Malik hadn't arrived yet, and for that he was grateful…the longer he was away from that man, the better. Ryou decided to be out of the evil one's way when he arrived, so he found a corner and sunk down to the floor, continuing to cry.

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   After the party was over, Malik was nearly running to get back to his room, carefully maneuvering his way around pompous guests that were trying to talk to him.

   When he arrived at his room (finally) he stood outside the doors for the longest time. His reason for this was because he didn't feel what he usually felt coming into a situation like this. He kept on standing there, trying to make himself feel like he usually felt…trying to make himself want to kill the small boy after he was done with him…but he just couldn't. Something made him thoroughly fascinated with the small whited haired angel. What it was, he didn't know, but he wanted to find out.

   With a shaky hand, Malik pushed open the door, expecting to find his new present sitting on the bed like all the other ones did. But he was shocked to find the bed as empty as it was when he left it this morning. However, muffled sobs coming from the corner of the room made their way to Malik's ear and with a glance down, he noticed the frail form of the boy cowering on the floor.

   Ryou peered up at him from his position on the floor, making the Pharaohs heart stop. He never remembered seeing anything that looked so helpless and afraid. Usually this would have caused Malik to be overcome with joy, this time…joy was the last thing he felt…although…he didn't feel much sympathy either. Malik didn't know how to sympathize, because he didn't have a big enough heart. However, he did feel the urge to try and comfort the boy, which was something that shocked the hell out of him.

   Kneeling down to Ryou's form, where he had his face buried in his knees, with his arms wrapped around his legs, Malik placed an arm around him. Ryou, scared beyond belief, jumped out of Malik's embrace and scooted away from him, shaking profusely.

   Malik wanted to be angry with him, he wanted to hit him and tell him to be still. He wanted to say that he was in charge and that Ryou had to comply without any hesitations. He wanted to, but he couldn't.

   'What are you waiting for?' His conscious asked him. 'Claim him and get rid of him you fool!' It cried.

   He wanted to…badly…the sheer image of Ryou, crying out from under him was almost too much for the young Pharaoh to handle. So why couldn't he then? What was it about Ryou that made it hard for Malik to talk?

   Malik, who was lost in the battle with his own mind, didn't realize that Ryou was staring at him awkwardly.

   Snapping out of his bemused state, Malik walked closer to Ryou again, this time he knelt down in front of him and merely gazed at his flawless face. He started with Ryou's unbelievably gorgeous chestnut eyes. Then he trailed his way down and his eyes rested on those slightly parted supple lips, he licked his own, longingly. 'I need him…' He thought before he brought his hand behind Ryou's head and pulled the boy into himself. He could feel the little one shaking as he pressed his lips against Ryou's.

'By Ra…' Malik could hardly think as he began to kiss the boy, running his tongue along Ryou's soft lips.

   Ryou's heart was pounding. He didn't want to be kissing the man who separated him from Bakura. He didn't want to be kissing the man known to everyone as the evil one. He had hated Malik all of his life for the evil and cruel things that he did. This was the last person on earth that he wanted to be kissing. But he knew that there was nothing he could do. If he protested, he knew Malik would kill him…or worse…torment him more.

   He shuddered when Malik pushed his tongue into his mouth. He shuddered for two reasons. One, because it was Malik who was kissing him, and two because it actually felt good, as Malik started to caress his face softly…almost…comfortingly.

   Ryou was shocked when the Pharaoh picked him up and walked over to the bed, laying him down gently and then sitting on the bed himself. All Malik could do was stare at him. Ryou was so perfect…his lips were so soft and he tasted amazing. He wanted Ryou…and badly. Malik tried not to think about Ryou's feelings as he climbed on top of the sobbing boy and began to caress his sides while he kissed him again. He was so lost that he didn't realize that tears were pouring down Ryou's face. He could feel them mixing in with the kiss, but, for his own greedy pleasures, chose to ignore them.

   "Shh…" He spoke softly as he pulled away for a second, brushing away Ryou's white bangs so that he could see his eyes. "Why are you crying?"

   Ryou was to stunned to answer him, and he couldn't seem to find his voice. He simply continued to cry as he closed his eyes.

   "D-don't cry little one…" Malik said nervously. Those words had never come out of his mouth before. Any other time, he would have loved to see this…but not now, not with Ryou.

   Ryou ignored him and continued to sob lightly.

   Now Malik was growing angry.

   "I said stop crying!" He yelled, a little harsher then he intended.

   Ryou took that as an order and tried his best to stay quiet, but silent tears still streamed down his cheeks.

   'There…now that you've shut him up…take him!' His mind yelled again. Malik had to fight hard to keep himself from doing that, because he so wanted to.

   "Come here." He said, lifting the small boy up and soothingly stroking his back. "You don't have to be afraid."

   Ryou sniffed. Something about the way Malik said that, and the way he was holding him made him feel safe. Malik's strong arms wrapped around him tightly…they were so warm.

   He leaned against Malik's chest, not really knowing what to think.

   Malik felt the boy's cool tears hit his bare chest as he hugged Ryou close. Ryou fit perfectly in his arms.

   Malik couldn't take it anymore. Part of him didn't care what Ryou wanted…he was just another body slave anyway. He was meant for the Pharaoh. Malik could do anything he pleased with him. Weather Ryou wanted it mattered not.

   He let go of Ryou, laying him back down on the bed Malik climbed on top of him again and pulled the small boy's shirt off. Malik could see Ryou's little chest rising and falling with each heavy intake of breath. He tried to ignore that as he started to such on the taunt flesh. He could here Ryou cry out slightly, which only encouraged him. He wanted Ryou to be screaming his name as he pounded into the boy. He wanted to leave Ryou gasping for air, but at the same time, be begging for more.

   'You are too perfect.' He thought, slowly slipping Ryou's pants off.

   "Please don't…" Ryou begged.

   "Why?" Malik asked amusedly.

   "Ba…kura…" He muttered, almost inaudibly.

   "What?" Malik asked, sounding annoyed. "You mean the one you came with? You're in love with him aren't you?"

   Slowly, Ryou nodded his head.

   Malik felt slightly disappointed, but he wasn't going to let a little thing like that stop him. In fact…he was going to use that to his advantage.

   "I tell you what then. I'll make a little bet with you." He started. "I get to do whatever I want to you tonight. You can not protest or try and stop me." He said, glaring at him. "If you succeed, I'll let you leave. You and Bakura both."

   "A-and if I don't?" Ryou asked nervously.

   "If you don't…Bakura is dead, and you're mine forever." He said soundly.

   Ryou, struck with a sudden bout of confidence, slowly nodded his head. After all, how hard could one night with Malik be if he knew that the next day he would be leaving with his Bakura?

   Malik smiled…now he could do what he wanted to Ryou, and he didn't have to feel guilty about it, because, Ryou did give his consent. But Malik was going to make sure that Ryou was his forever. There was no way that Ryou would be able to stand the things that Malik had planned for him…

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That's it!!! Ha ha ha!! Tune in next time for the major lemon. Will Malik fail in his attempt to seduce Ryou? Or, will Ryou succumb to the guilty pleasures that the evil one tempts him with?