Title: Let Me Love You (based off of the song by Neyo)
Length: Three-shot (1/3)
Pairing: Yami Bakura x Yami Yugi - Darkshipping
Warnings: Mentions of rape / non-con, angst, slight depression, mentions of prostitution, and abuse. Also language and OOCness on both Yami and Bakura's part (they're friendly with each other, no loathing or hatred).
Rated M for the above.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, but I do own Takeishi, Yami's boss.
'this signifies thoughts'
"someone on a electronic device / phone"
line breaks like the one below signify a scene change
Let Me Love You
Yami forced yet another seductive smile as a burly man winked at him suggestively. The young man tried not to throw up when the same man gestured for him to come closer.
To put it bluntly, he hated his job, but he did it for Yugi, his younger brother.
The boy was only 16, two and a half years younger than Yami, and needed his education, something that could only be achieved if Yami worked where he did. It was the only job he could find. Even though he was underage, his boss hired him anyway, saying "he was too beautiful to pass up".
Their grandpa had supported them - keyword, "had". Unfortunately, he'd passed away about a year ago, and left Yami and Yugi to fend for themselves.
What made it worse was the fact that Yami was a bartender, not a prostitute, yet he was so popular with the customers, his boss forced him to "pleasure" them. If he didn't, he'd be fired. So, in a way, he was indeed a prostitute.
And he loathed it.
The only thing that made his job somewhat bearable? Bakura, a regular there. He was seductive, fiery, usually sarcastic, a bastard... the list could go on.
But he also held the key to Yami's heart.
Yami like Bakura.
Bakura liked Yami.
Sadly, neither of them knew the other liked them, and neither had admitted their feelings.
Yami, because he was afraid Bakura wouldn't want to be with a flithy prostitute.
Bakura, because he wondered if Yami would want to be in a relationship. He didn't even know if Yami was taken. Surely someone that beautiful and exotic had a boyfriend, right?
Back to the present.
Yami had been called over to a table of perverted men for the 20th time that night. He couldn't even reach for a glass without hearing some kind of cat call. He was used to it, but that didn't mean he liked it.
"What can I get you gentleman?" he purred, sending each patron a seductive smile. He tried to supress the shiver that went down his spine when they all smirked suggestively.
"You, beauty. We want you," one answered with a filthy grin, teeth stained yellow. "Forget the booze."
Yami quickly regained his composure, trying to "play hard to get". "I'm flattered, but you know I don't do groups," he winked.
Despite his outward attitude, Yami wanted to die. If his boss came out of his office and saw him "refusing" customers, he'd get fired for sure. He couldn't risk that, not with Yugi's wellfare on the line; and so he continued his charade.
"In fact, he doesn't feel like fucking anyone right now, so why don't you all just fuck yourselves instead?" A new voice suggested menacingly.
Yami blinked, then inwardly smiled. Oh, what would he do without Bakura? Turning around, he sent his friend a smile. "Oh, hello there Bakura. Did you finish wiping the floor with the last guy who tried to touch me?" he secretly sent the albino a wink. They had played being boyfriends many times.
Bakura chuckled, "Of course, darling. You know I hate it when others touch what's mine."
Even Yami was surprised when Bakura said that. He sounded so... sincere. Trying to not act like a school girl who's crush had just hugged her, Yami returned the laugh, "I know too well, Bakura. I do hope you didn't send them to the ER this time."
Bakura only smirked suggestively.
This was enough to make the men who were previously harassing Yami clear out in a matter of seconds (it was surprising; Yami had learned most perverts were cowards). The moment they left, Yami and Bakura shared more laughter and a high-five.
"Thank you, 'Kura. I owe you one," Yami admitted appreciatively.
The other man shrugged nonchalantly, "No problem." he smirked again, "But I really do hate it when others flirt with you."
Yami's eyes widened, but he smiled. "Really, now? Is someone jealous?"
"You're just too damn gorgeous for your own good, Yami," Bakura said, grinning at the blush he receieved in answer. "It isn't my fault."
"You think I'm gorgeous, do you?" The crimson-eyed youth raised an elegant eyebrow as he got closer to the object of his affection, tantilizing hips swaying as he did so.
"You know I do..." Bakura breathed, wrapping an arm around the shorter boy and pulling him closer. Just as they were about to kiss, a voice familiar to Yami but alien to Bakura reached their ears.
"Cute."
Yami's eyes widened in horror, and he quickly pulled away. His boss was standing there with a playful smirk on his face, but the malice and threatening look in his eyes told Yami he was feeling anything but playful.
"You can snog your boyfriend later."
And with those words, he grabbed Yami's thin wrist with enough force to form a bruise, and dragged the horrified employee behind a curtain, a confused and furious Bakura staring all the while.
A resounding slap echoed across the room.
"What do you think you're doing?!" His boss – Masaharu Takeishi – screamed as he slapped Yami visciously across the face, sending the poor youth crashing into the wall. He stomped over the bruised and battered body, smirking at the glossy crimson eyes that looked up at him. "Trying not to cry, sweetie? I'll give you something to cry about."
"N...No..." Yami winced, trying to shove the heavier man away.
"No?" Masaharu raised an eyebrow. "Would you rather it were your precious little brother instead?"
That got his attention.
"You can do whatever you wish to me, but please, don't hurt my brother." Yami rarely begged or pleaded. On the contrary; it was something he loathed with a burning passion, to submit so easily. But if his brother was involved, he couldn't do anything but get on his knees and beg for "forgiveness".
Masaharu leered at him. "I remember how fiery and defiant you were your first weeks here. Now look at you. Nothing but a sniveling whore."
That sparked something within Yami, who glared up at his tormenter with loathing in his eyes. "A whore, am I?" he stood up on wobbly legs, leaning against the wall for support, eyes burning like a raging fire. "Who forced me to pleasure countless others for his own gain? Who forced me to walk from behind that bar and seduce strangers? It wasn't by my choice. It was not consensual, and I sure as hell didn't enjoy it. I'm not a whore, I'm one of the many victims of a certain bastard who thinks he owns me, but couldn't be more wrong."
But the Egyptian beauty wasn't finished just yet. "You know what, Mr. Takeishi? I think I'm done for the night. No, scratch that, done forever." He glared at the man who'd put him through such misery. "I'm going to live a noraml life and spend time with my brother, instead of wasting my days here as your little bitch."
Masaharu laughed and shook his head, slowly clapping his hands together. "Yami, Yami, Yami... whatever shall I do with you? So head-strong. You never think of the consequencs before you act."
The young man in front of him raised an eyebrow. But his pretty face suddenly twisted with horror when he saw his "former" boss dig into his pocket, revealing a cellphone. Why did Atem view the electronic as a threat, you may ask?
He knew what this device could do all too well. It wasn't Masaharu's personal cell – no, this was much different. With one call, he could have his "sources" kill Yugi in the blink of an eye. At first, Atem thought they were bluffing. After all, it sounded like something out of a cliche spy movie, not realistic in the slighest. But when a rain of bullets had showered through Yugi's bedroom window while the boy was taking a shower, Yami knew it was anything but fake. They wouldn't hesitate to kill his sweet, innocent little brother.
But how innocent was Yugi?
Yami knew Yugi already suspected his brother worked at a "less-than-admirable" place, especially since the older of the two was always exhausted and emotionally distraught in the mornings.
"Ah, I see that look of terror on your face." Masaharu grinned. "I'm glad you remember that little pep talk I gave you when you first arrived." The grin faded, replaced by a glare that would've chilled the Devil himself. "But know this. Once you become involved with me, you're never free, Yami. You'll never be the same. Might as well get used to it, because I don't take kindly to rebellious employees."
His fingers lurked dangerously close to the bright green button that would seal Yugi's fate.
"Stop it! Wait! I'll -" Yami nearly choked on his own words, but managed to finish, "I'll submit to you. Just... just don't hurt him. Please, leave him alone. I'll give you whatever you want, but he's... all I have left..."
His pride, dignity, and self-worth had thinned into nothingness after being used and tossed aside by so many. The smiles he wore on his face were skin deep, happiness never reaching his eyes.
And Yugi, sweet, sweet Yugi... was all he had left in this world. If Yugi died or left him for good, he'd probably commit suicide. He didn't care if it was "the coward's way out". It was a way out, and that was all he wanted – all he needed. A way out of this hellhole of a life, and a way back to the joyous times he'd had when he was younger.
"I knew you'd come around," Masaharu grinned, finally speaking. He'd been so engrossed in the utter hopelessness Yami desplayed. "Now why don't you show me just how sorry you are..."
Yami bit his lip, trying to stifle a cry of pain as he limped back behind the bar. Ignoring the various questions of "who was it this time?" or the teasing calls of "a little too rough for you?" as he relucantly waited for a customer.
"Yami."
Head snapping up at the familiar voice, Yami forced a smile. "Hey, Bakura."
"What did he do."
It wasn't a question. It was a demand. And if there was one thing Yami knew Bakura could point out, it was a lie.
'Damn it!' he thought frantically.
"Just a pep talk," the tri-color haired bartendered answered, shrugging it off.
Bakura's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Last time I checked, pep talks don't cause you to fucking limp."
Crimson eyes widened in shock. Bakura saw him limp?! Damn it. At this point, there was no use hiding anymore. He might as well tell someone what was going on behind the scenes.
"He beat me, and he..." Yami swallowed, trying to block out the fresh memories in his mind. "...raped me...because I tried to quit."
He glanced up at Bakura somewhat nervously, wondering what the albino's reaction would be to his little confession. Without a word, Bakura motioned with his hand for Yami to follow him to a small table in the corner where they wouldn't be disturbed. As the shorter of the two slowly slid into his chair, he couldn't help but notice the glint of sympathy in Bakura's eyes – an emotion that seemed almost alien in those usually cold maroon optics.
"Has he ever done it before now?" Bakura asked softly. His tone was shockingly gentle, but the word 'he' was laced with hatred.
Yami hesitated, placing his hands on his lap and staring at them. Bakura was the only person in the world he felt he could trust with anything. Yugi had a good heart, but it was the fear of losing him that kept Yami from telling him the cold, bitter truth. Such kindness didn't deserve to carry such a buden. But Bakura had endured hardships, having to his own younger brother to take care of. He was the same as Yami.
"I'm ashamed to say this, but I'm afraid so," Yami's voice was but a whisper. "Everyday, actually." He winced as Bakura's eyes widened considerably. "If he... feels like it, he'll pull me out from behind the bar, and..."
His hands began shaking at the mere thought of the bastard's hands roaming his body, cruel words being whispered into his ear and making their way into his heart. Every damn day, he was told he was nothing but a whore, nothing but a toy, broken and battered, and used for others' amusement.
"Yami. Listen to me."
Trying to blink away the both angry and pained tears in his eyes, Yami looked up at Bakura as if he were his last hope.
"I want you to come to my house in three days, and live with me and my brother. Your brother can come as well," Bakura rolled his eyes at the hesitant look on the other's face, "and no, you won't be imposing. Ryou loves guests."
"That's not what I'm worried about..." Yami frowned and shook his head. "Bakura, I can't just leave! My boss, he, he's...posessive. Very, very posessive, and -"
"-so am I." Bakura replied, smirking slightly at the red tinge on the petite man's cheeks. He suddenly frowned. "Look. I'll take care of your boss for you. Don't worry about that asshole. But if you stay here, things will only get worse, damn it! You can't stay, you don't want to stay, and you won't stay."
"I appreciate your concern, Bakura, but Yugi -"
"I told you, Yami. Yugi will be fine, and you'll be fine. As odd as this may sound," the albino paused. "I'd appreciate if you trust me to get you out of this shithole. Deal?"
Yami genuinely smiled, "Deal, but I'm holding you responsible if anything happens." He raised an eyebrow, "Also, since you're so posessive, does this mean we're dating now?" he inwardly cursed himself for the hopeful pitch in his voice.
Choosing to answer with actions instead of words, Bakura leaned forward and planted a firm kiss on Yami's soft, pale lips. As he pulled away from the loving action, he smirked, "Does that answer your question?"
Yami shook his head, pretending to look thoughtful. "No, I'm still quite curious. After all, that was rather... gentle, for you, Bakura. Are you sure you're serious?"
The words were barely out of the youth's mouth before Bakura shot forward once more, tongue immediately darting insid Yami's open, willing mouth. He was slightly surprised Yami was so willing to french kiss him, especially after all his boss had done to him, but if the tri-color haired bartender didn't have a problem, neither did his lover.
When they finally pulled away from each other, Yami let out a long, happy sigh and smiled at Bakura.
"Thank you for erasing that bastard's essence (1) from my mouth," he said softly. Crimson eyes stared at the cold black floor as he whispered, "If I only I could erase it from my soul."
Bakura wasn't exactly unfamiliar with sudden phonecalls in the middle of the night. After all, considering the things he did during the day, it was no surprise he'd be harrassed at night.
But this call was far different from the others.
"Yes?" The young man answered somewhat grudgingly.
"Bakura!"
Immediately becoming more alert at his boyfriend's panicked tone, the alibno quickly responded, "What happened? Is the bastard trying to touch you again?" as he threw the bed covers off of himself and ran to find his coat.
"He... he knows. He knows.. oh Ra, he knows..."
"He knows what Moto?! Speak to me!" Bakura knew he was being somewhat harsh, but precious time was being wasted here, putting Yami in even more danger.
"...he knows you're trying to get me to leave, Bakura. I came to work today, and he told me that if I even think about quitting, there'll be hell to pay. He'll never leave me alone. He says he'll stalk me everywhere I go, never taking his eyes off me, and that I'll never be safe -"
"Damn that fucker..." Bakura muttered under his breath. His eyes softened slightly when he heard the sound of quiet sobbing. "I'll be there in a second."
Yami sighed, "Be careful, Bakura. Takeishi won't show you any mercy if he sees you."
"Tell him his feelings are mutual."
(1) Not the sexual essence, just the general "taste" of the guy. Ick.
Before people start bitching about how "weak" Yami is, think about it. Would you really be strong and proud if you were a prostitute at a young age and were told you were nothing but a trashy whore? Yeah, that's what I thought.
Anywho, I'd really appreciate reviews. I've been very stressed lately due to my father harassing me and my health has basically turned into shit, so forgive me if I seem extra snappy or whatever. Sorry about that, I'm just stressed, I don't hate you all or anything.
As always, if you have just a minute, review. It would brighten my day considerably and I promise to thank you profusely.
