These are the back stories to my fic 'Priceless'. Although you don't have to read it to understand this, it may help - .net/s/5915929/1/Priceless

Warnings – Thiefshipping, mild yaoi and Torment

Bakura's Tales of Torment

Handcuffs

Bakura smiled, everything was ready. His new shiny toys were laid out on the bed and the small video camera was set up in the corner. Not that he wanted to film himself and Marik in the act, but get the look on Ryou's face when he woke up the next morning.

With one last glance at the scene, Bakura grabbed two bottles of bitter from where he had placed them on the side and walked out to the hall, then through to the living room.

Marik, in the effeminate way only he could manage, was splayed out on the sofa, watching 'Psycho'. Tossing a bottle at him, Bakura sat down and pressed the big red magic 'off' button on the remote, earning a glare.

"Hey! It was just getting to the best part, where the girl gets killed..." Marik complained, looking at the bottle in his hand suspiciously, "what are you planning, anyway?"

"Oh, not much," Bakura took a large swig from his bottle, "well, maybe a little. I bought some new toys..."

" 'Kura, I'm not in the mood..."

"You always say that."

- Two pints later–

" I'm ssshtill not in tha mood... kurrra," Marik folded his arms and did his drunken best at a pout.

Smirking, Bakura leant over and placed one hand on Marik's shoulder, locking eyes with him. Without hesitating, he pulled Marik closer and kissed him firmly on the lips, feeling the Egyptian respond to his touch.

"What was that about not being in the mood?"

"Nnh, ggga" Marik grabbed Bakura's wrist and began pulling him towards the bedroom door, kicking off his shoes and undoing his lilac top on the way. Bakura chuckled quietly to himself and followed, removing his own shirt and loosening his trousers.

When the pair were safely in the bedroom, Bakura helped Marik to remove the rest of his clothes, his hands caressing the shape of the other man's body. With a quick shove, Bakura pushed Marik down onto the bed, clipping his hands in the handcuffs attached to the headboard.

The Egyptian's eyes gazed up at him as he straddled his torso, "now, should we begin?"

Ryou woke up. He felt, dare he say it, like a piece of poo. All his muscles ached, his head hurt and he would metaphorically kill for a cup of tea. Stretching out, he looked around his room bleary eyed. It was a mess, there was blood on the floor and, he was shocked to find that he was naked – not in his favourite bunny pyjamas like usual.

It was then that he made the mistake of looking to his left. Next to him, chained to the bed completely naked, battered, bruised and snoring gently was the Egyptian boy – Malik, wasn't it? – That his yami had taken a fancy to.

Horrified, Ryou opened his mouth and screamed.

Sorry it's taken so long to get this out, but I hope you enjoyed it! The others should be coming along shortly =)

Xezbeth