Warnings: Swearing, prostitution references, violence, a lot of swearing, manlove, a lot of angst, and um... anything else that may offend you.
Disclaimer: I dont own Yu-Gi-Oh, not now and will never. please don't sue!
Chapter one, Selfish Storm
Light rain patters on the pavement outside. Water streaks down the windowpane, blurring the teen's view of the outside world. A warm breath mists against the cold glass. Sitting in the his hikari's dark room, the white haired teen is perched on the windowsill, occasional bursts of light illuminating his pale face as it rests against the glass. The boredom was almost unbearable. But not as much as the waiting. The waiting that has driven him mad every night for the past few weeks. He does not know where his light went, and he would probably never know because Ryou would never tell him. Unless he was forced to tell, which was what Bakura planned to do tonight. The waiting in the dark had gone on long enough.
Barely audible over the roar of the storm, soft footsteps pat along the pathway leading up to the front door of the house. The quiet click of the key in the lock. The creak as the door swings open and then the soft thud as the door is closed. Almost soundless footsteps. The tension is all too much to bear. Clenching his fists, Bakura gets up off the windowsill and paces to the door of the room, hearing the door downstairs shut with a resounding click. Soft feet echo on the stairs and the landing. They get louder and then pause as they reach Bakura's room. Ryou checked that Bakura was asleep every night that he was home late.
Of course, Bakura was never asleep, for he was lying there, waiting for his light's safe return. He would never admit it but he would always fear for the younger boy's safety late at night, with so many rapists around. No, he definitely didn't want his hikari's virginity to be stolen by some stranger. He wanted, and he was shamed to say it, Ryou all to himself. The door handle turns downwards and Bakura's thoughts are turned to the present. He steps into the shadows as the door swings open, hiding from the light flooding in from the landing. The door closes softly.
Ryou turns around, gasping slightly at his yami's ghostly form as a bolt of lightning lights up the room. "Kura, you gave me quite a fright there." Ryou goes to turn on the light, but finds it doesn't work. Sighing, he goes into his cupboard and extracts a candle, resting it on the table and lighting it. The flame casts a faint warm glow on the room. "And what, may I ask, are you doing in my room?" He asks, glancing around nervously. His snowy white locks are plastered to his face with rain and his clothes cling to his body like a second skin. His eyeliner has run down his face, but Bakura assumes it is due to the rain.
"Waiting. For you." The taller teen says calmly, taking a step towards his hikari.
Ryou begins, "You needn't have, Kura, I-"
"Where were you? Don't you realize how worried I've been?!" he blurts out, blushing slightly after in realization for saying his secret. But Ryou doesn't seem to take it into account.
"I'm ever so sorry Kura, it never occurred to me." Ryou replies quietly, "As to where I've been, I don't think it's any of your business."
"What do you mean none of my business?!" he screams, flinging his arms up into the air in anger.
"Since when have you ever cared about me!? Since when do you want to know where I've been!? YOU'RE JUST A SELFISH BASTARD WHO CARES ABOUT NO-ONE BUT HIMSELF, WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU ANYTHING?!" Ryou yells in return, angry at his yami for shouting at him for no reason.
Bakura never meant to hurt his light, but he never counted on being shouted at. He could handle the refusal to being told something, he would get it out of Ryou eventually, but yelling was totally out of the question. In one liquid smooth movement his hand sweeps through the air and collides loudly with his hikari's soft cheek. Ryou lets out a cry of shock and raises his hand to his face, staring at his yami. Bakura blinks through confused eyes; had he just done what he thought he did? This was the first time he had touched his hikari violently, though he would constantly verbally abuse the shorter teen. Something tingled inside his body and a faint smile played on his lips, this new feeling was somehow related to the pain he caused his light.
He grabs Ryou's arm firmly, feeling a wave of pleasure shoot up his spine as his hikari cries out in pain. Another flash of lightning. Ryou struggles in the tight grasp his yami has on his arm, but it's no use.
"Where did you go?" Bakura asks calmly.
"None of your business," Ryou says though gritted teeth.
"Tell me!" Bakura shouts, flinging his hikari onto the bed.
"Why should I?!" The shorter teen yells, scrambling off the mattress, getting angrier by the second.
"Because I told you to and you have to do as I say or you will be punished." Bakura says, glaring at the younger boy in the room. The other white haired teen's eyes widen. "Get. Out. Now." Ryou says, walking over to the door and flinging it open.
Bakura takes a step towards it, and Ryou breathes a sigh of relief. Of course if Bakura left now, there would be no story, so he will do the opposite. Bakura shuts the door quietly, smirking like a maniac. Because of his tomb robber capabilities he can lock doors as easily as he can open them. The key on the other side falls to the floor with a clatter. Bakura had often locked Ryou in his room, for fear of his light's safety; he was aware that something like this would happen, but he had never locked himself in with his hikari. "Get out" Ryou says fiercely, although his hazel eyes betrayed his true feelings, fear. Bakura could smell it, or was that the young teen's natural, intoxicating scent? Bakura couldn't deny that he hadn't come into his light's room to smell him. He used nothing elaborate in his washing process, so it must be how he's always smelt.
Ryou stalks over to the phone and picking it up, he says, "Get out or I'm calling the police" Bakura ignores him. Ryou dials 999. In a heartbeat, Bakura is directly in front of his hikari. He swipes his hand across the table, knocking off everything on it, including the phone. The cable pulls the phone out of Ryou's hand just as he is about to speak. A loud crack resounds through the room. Silence. Only the storm outside can be heard.
After a minute of staring wordlessly at each other Ryou whispers, "You broke my phone. You bastard." Bakura roughly grabs him and thrusts him against the wall, using one of his large hands to grasp both of the smaller teens wrists, holding him in place. Ryou struggles furiously, but it's no use. Instead, he kicks his yami viciously in the shin, but he doesn't react. Bakura raises his hand and slaps Ryou again, relishing in the cry of anguish. Tears begin to well up his hazel orbs and spill over his porcelain cheeks silently. Bakura marvels at the sight, but then feels disgusted to be getting happiness out of this small ones suffering. He did it to everyone else in his past-life, and he did enjoy it, but he never wanted to hurt his angel. Yet, he continues, regardless of his true feelings.
With his free hand he pinches his hikari's bottom lip. Smiling sickly, he increases the pressure, his sharp nails digging into the soft pink flesh, drawing blood. Ryou stays silent, but his pain is written across his face. Bakura licks his lips, for so long has he wanted to taste his hikari, more than he wanted to take his virginity, but it was a close second. He wipes a drop of blood that is collecting at bottom of the other's lip and brings it to his own. His tongue darts out and samples it like a fine wine and is repulsed to say he loves the taste as much as he loves his hikari's smell. Leaning forward, he drags his tongue over the younger teen's trembling lip, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the blood sends tingles of pleasure through his body.
The shorter boy shivers, his clothes are very wet from the storm. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep. But instead he was standing up, a prisoner of his yami, his clothes still freezing him. "You're cold. Let's get you out of these clothes then." Bakura says, releasing the youth. A flash of light is cast across the room. Ryou freezes, his arms still above his head. All of Bakura's previous actions are forgotten, well almost; his lip and cheek still sting. Why was his evil, selfish yami being helpful? Last time Bakura helped him with clothes, he had run off with them all as well as the towels when he was showering in the swimming pool in town. He'd had to borrow somebody's towel because he had given Bakura his trunks too. He is jerked out of his thoughts when his dark begins to peel off his t-shirt.
"Kura, wait-" Ryou begins, but his breath hitches in his throat as his yami's warm fingers trail over his pale flesh, sending a shiver down the snowy haired boy's spine. Sweeping his hair over to one side, he wrings it out onto the carpet, watching the rainwater pool on the floor before seeping into the plush carpet. Bakura's hand lingers on his shoulder, which is where it rested. Ryou gives an embarrassed cough. Bakura removes his hand as if he had been burned. After dragging his jeans off, Ryou waits, staring expectantly at his yami. Bakura puts his things on the radiator and then waits, looking at the hazel eyed teen. Lightning flashes, though more dully than before.
Sighing, Ryou finally says, "Can you please turn around? Haven't you heard of privacy?" He then smiles sweetly. This small gesture of affection did it. Bakura had been holding back the urge to jump on his hikari and fuck him senseless but the innocent smile he just received was too much.
"I know nothing of privacy," Bakura growls, pushing his almost naked light onto the bed. Placing his hands firmly on the boys pale shoulders, he forces him backwards. He straddles the teen and gazes down at the still body beneath him, his thoughts clearly not kosher (Coughs (xx)). Bending down, he kisses his hikari lightly on the lips. The youth's eyes widen and he begins to struggle under the larger one's weight. The older teen draws back and, in the dim glow from the candle, Ryou sees him smirk. "Stop it," Ryou growls, trying to sound confident despite the situation he is in.
Bakura leans in again, to whisper in Ryou's ear. "Only if you tell me where you've been," he whispers, his tongue dipping out slightly to lick Ryou's earlobe. Stifling an unintentional moan, Ryou shakes his head slightly. Sighing, Bakura brings his face back in front of his light's own. He moves so close their noses press against one another. Bakura's tongue shoots out so fast that Ryou has no time to react as it enters his mouth, roaming his entire cavity. Ryou raises his hands to push him off but Bakura's hands find his own and pins them onto the bed, above the albino's head.
Shifting slightly, one of Bakura's hand clasps both Ryou's slender wrists and he moves back into a sitting position, moving onto his hikari's legs. With his free hand he begins to slide down the last item of restricting clothing. "Kura, please," he pleads, struggling further. "Where. Have. You. Been. Going." Bakura asks, locking eyes with the smaller teen. Despite his position, Ryou manages to push his yami off the bed and onto the floor. Bakura is about to get up and hit his hikari but freezes when he sees angry tears well up in the other teen's eyes.
"You want to know where I've been!? I've been selling my body so that we can live in this house. Ever since you spent all my savings on that TV, which you broke, I've had to take up prostitution. You couldn't possibly think that I can pay all the bills with the little money I get working behind a counter. And since you never contribute any money for the keep of the house, I had no choice."
"You mean you're not a…?"
"No I'm not. But luckily I lost it to someone who actually cared for me."
"Who?" Bakura's head turns sharply to face his light.
"It was Yami. I told him about what I had to do and he offered-"
"I don't give a damn about what he offered! Do you think that I want to hear this?!" he cries, anger and frustration welling up inside his already heavy heart, that his enemy, had turned this sweet child into a man. And to make it worse, Ryou said it like he didn't regret it.
"You seemed to be so eager to find out where I was before. Do you want me to describe every nauseating, sordid moment that I spent with another man, wishing to be with you, since you're so keen to hear all the details? Well the first time I did it with a stranger he shoved his-" Ryou says, his bottom lip trembling yet again.
"Shut up! JUST SHUT THE FUCKING HELL UP!" He shouts, missing the words: 'wishing to be with you.'
"-I thought you wanted to know. My first customer ripped off all my clothes and took pictures of me, he paid extra for them. The he got naked as well and threw me on the bed. He threw me so hard I hit my head and I started to bleed, but he didn't care-"
"Shut up!" Bakura screams, getting up and pacing the room. A flash of lightning lights up Ryou's tear stained face.
"-he still fucked me really hard, despite my pleading. When he saw me crying he would laugh and thrust into me harder-" Ryou continues, ignoring his yami.
"Shut up shut up shut up!" Bakura cries, trying to block out Ryou's haunting voice.
"-Making me scream even louder than I already was. He didn't even use a lubricant. There was blood everywhere," Ryou pauses briefly to watch Bakura storm around the room throwing the occasional object, muttering furiously for Ryou to 'shut up', "he was fat and sweaty and after my screaming stopped all I could hear was his heavy, ragged breathing. When he was finished with my body he threw me the money and left me in the hotel room where we met up alone. I spent hours trying to wash off his smell and the disgusting feeling of always being dirty-"
"-Shut up!" Bakura repeats, his voice faltering slightly.
"But as I eventually learned, that no matter how much I scrub my body, I will never be able to rid myself of the scent of a whore, a filthy, dirty, disgusting slut-"
"Please, shut up" Bakura cries, flinging himself at the white haired boy, sobbing into his chest. He couldn't bear to listen to his hikari's suffering. While he was fine inflicting verbal and physical pain on his light, the thought that someone else did the same made him feel sick. The room lights up with another flash of lightning. Ryou stops speaking, too shocked for words. He had reduced his Yami, the most vile, selfish, evil being on earth to a tear-stained mess, begging him to stop talking.
Slowly he raises a hand to his dark's rough hair, stroking it softly, in a feeble attempt to comfort him. It had always been Ryou the one who needed the comforting; it was odd to be trying to make an evil spirit who had once shared his body happy. "I-I shouldn't have asked. I just wanted to know where you went. I was scared that you might get raped. But I guess I was right in a way." Bakura mumbles quietly. "It's alright. I'm glad to get it off my chest." Ryou whispers softly. Silence. Only the crack of thunder is heard.
Bakura coughs in embarrassment and gets up, wiping his face, blushing to be seen like this. "I-you-we need to be going to bed." He stutters, unsure of what to say in a situation like this. He stumbles over to the door unlocking it with a quick wave of the hand. Ryou simply pulls his duvet over him and watches as Bakura shuts the door. The small gust of wind is enough to cause the candle to flicker and go out, leaving Ryou in the dark, all alone with his thoughts and fears.