Disclaimer: Don't own YuGiOh. Just love the character and all they stand for in my mind...Don't own the song Whispers in the Dark, by Skillet, which this entire fan fiction is based on. Just love to play it over and over.

Hey, the inspiration for this story is from a special friend, in my life and I hope she loves it as much as I enjoyed the telling of this story. "Opps, sorry I put my others on hold because this tale of erotica had to be told.

Wow, this is my first, Ryou/Malik/Seto/Joey- all boys of course, what else is there. So be gentle and review. It's really hard to place, but easy to read and hopefully enjoy. Ryou is not living in the best of situations and he has a secret lover who helps him get through this rough time, but this lover is not really someone he can touch in the flesh, only in his mind, and heart.

Hey, his dreams are erotic in nature and you need to open your mind to any and all possibilities... wow... read on... Hey, its me Sherabo...So sit back have a latte and enjoy the ride...

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Whispers, A Dream In Erotica

Chapter 1: Lies

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"Despite the lies that you are making"

"Get up! Get up, you're a lazy piece of ass." The man punched and poked at the boys head with his fingers. "I haven't got all day to wait on you to do your job. I'm hungry, so where is my food, you little shit head? Hey, move it, right now." The man was relentless in his effect to roist the boy from his slumber. The young boy's silver hair fanned out around his face, and he looked to peaceful for his own good. Being happy in the man's presence was not permitted.

Ryou tried to open his eyes and focus on his surroundings, but it was just too painful to see or think. "Where am I?" He whispered to his pillow. His head throbbed relentlessly and his eye lids were so heavy, he couldn't seem to open them, so the darkness surrounded him. Memory flooded his fuzzy consciousness, and Ryou fought the images of torture and pain he had experienced with his mate. 'Was it last night, he beat me? I don't remember anything,' he thought. The boy's psychic demonic lover and captive sometimes played at night and his games were often rough and painful.

His mind still clouded and fuzzy he tried to connect the dots, but in the process a boot collided with his side and he was thrown off the bed and landed on the hard wooded floor with a thud. Ryou, grabbed a pillow and sheet, while he spiraled down to the floor, which soften the fall, thus preventing more injury, or at least that's what he thought. Although he crushed the pillow and sheet to his side, in an attempt to protect his aching body, the man merely laughed and kicked the young boy again, sending him rolling across the floor, where he landed up against the wall.

"Ha, ha, you're so stupid and cute. Do you think that pillow will protect your worthless ass? Get up, and get my breakfast. You've got ten minutes, boy. If my breakfast is not ready, then I will just have to punish you, until you understand your duties to me." The man grabbed the sheet from Ryou's hand, leaving him wearing a pair of shorts in the freezing room, with a sinister smile plastered across his face. Tears rolled down Ryou's face as he painfully lifted his body up from the floor. 'I've got to get to the kitchen or he will beat me for sure,' he thought.

Not bothering to dress, his body cold and aching, he hobbled down the hall to the kitchen. Ryou managed to find a skillet to cook his boyfriend's eggs and bacon in and lastly squeezed fresh orange juice into a glass, just the way the man enjoyed it.

In his rush to prepare the meals Ryou had not taken the time to attend to his own pain and now his arms throbbed, sending pain all the way up his back and finally reaching his head. "Oh, shit, my arms, they're bleeding. Oh God, my body hurts so much!" Ryou looked down and cried as he remembered.

His boyfriend had at least taken the time to apply bandages on both arms and images of the previous night came forward. The sandy blond haired man had taken to cutting his young boyfriend, sometimes watching him bleed for hours, or until Ryou just passed out.

"Mmm... so you made it, how obedient you are my little piece of shit." The man sat down at the table and eyed the eggs and greasy bacon in front of him. Ryou shivered under his glaze and prayed that the food tasted ok.

But when had he ever succeeded in making the man happy? As of late everything disturbed his lover and so casually he waited for a blow to come. Ryou backed away from his reach, but not before the man lifted the tall glass of orange juice to his lips, however instead of drinking the juice, he tossed the glass at the boy and laughed as he watched Ryou tumble to the floor, the glass hitting him on the forehead . "Dumb shit," the blond muddled under his breath as he kicked at the boy's still form on the floor. "He's out again. Now, I a gotta pick him up and clean up this mess. Worthless shit." The man lifted the boy up and took him back to the bedroom. There he tossed him onto the bed and left for work. He had more important things to do. 'Let him clean up his own mess,' he thought as he walked away, whistling a tune.

The phone rang and the boy rolled over at the loud sound, his mind still fuzzy and confused.

"Where am I ?" Ahh...

"Ryou, Ryou is that you? It's me, Yugi. Are you all right man?" Yugi hadn't heard from his best friend for three days, so he was concerned.

Ryou, still couldn't open his left eye but he was conscious. "Yugi, Yugi I'm ok, what time is it, I gotta get up and get ready for school."

"School, Ryou it' six o'clock in the evening and we are at the rehearsals for the school play. You haven't been to school for three days. Your boyfriend came to school two days ago and said you were sick. I been trying to call you all morning, but nobody answered the phone, until now. Ryou, I know something is not right, at your house. Want me to come and get you? Grandpa could help."

"NO!!! NO!!! " Ryou could hear the concern in Yugi voice, and he felt so bad, to worry his friend so much, but how could he tell him the truth. Ryou had been unconscious for almost three days, or all least that's what Yugi led him, to believe. He had to keep Yugi, away. His boyfriend was insane with jealousy.

For the next moments no one spoke, each deciding how much of the truth he wanted to reveal. 'I've been out three days and now I have to lie again to Yugi. Will this ever end,' thought Ryou?

"Really, Yugi it's just a cold. Don't want you to get sick to," his laugh was forced and strained.

Yugi felt in his heart something else wasn't right, but he didn't want to loose the boy's trust. Ryou and the strange man had moved into the neighborhood, about six months ago and all of the guys, immediately fell in love with the shy teen. He had such a gentle nature and he was simply beautiful to look at. But the other was feared by all. Sometimes he would look at you with his piercing purple eyes and your skin would crawl. He wore long gold earrings that dangled from his ears and bands of gold on his arm. Yugi, felt an instant attraction to the boy and they started to spend lots of time together, sometimes huddle in conversation for hours, talking about everything. Ryou never invited Yugi to his house, and Yugi never questioned why.

"Hey, Ryou you are still going to be in the play? Know body is cute enough to play the role of the princess. And beside Kaiba would have a fit if you didn't show up." Yugi blushed at the boldness of his words, but Ryou really was very cute. Ryou really didn't mind being called a pretty boy, because it had happened all his life. Sometimes he would be mistaken for a girl, but his nature was gentle so he was fine with all the attention. Oh, but Seto was scary.

Ryou, was very relieved when Yugi moved to another subject and sighed, "Yeah, it's my big chance at becoming a star. Yugi, sorry I made you worry. I'll be at the next rehearsal and I won't let you down. I gotta go now." Ryou didn't wait for a reply, he just hung up the phone and thought about all the lies he had to tell his best friend.

Finally he realized his eyes had been open at this time. The reason he could not see was because his boy friend had blindfolded him. It was another game in fear and control, because he knew how afraid of the darkness the young boy happened to be. Ryou, set up and removed the black cloth from his eyes and adjusted to his surroundings. He found a note which the other had wrapped around his arm and written in his own blood, which would explain why he was so weak.

It said: It's about time you woke up, dumb ass. I 've left for a business trip and will be back in five days. If I find you haven't done your chores, you will die a thousand deaths and survive. Ha...Ha... Malik...

The boy sighed and returned the note to a night stand next to the bed and closed his eyes. He was to tired, weak and miserable. Maybe a little move sleep would give him strenght.

"Your love is mine for the taking"

"My love is just waiting,

"To turn your tears to roses"

Latter in the same evening, Ryou, walked to the window in his bedroom and wondered what it would be like to be happy. It was a beautiful night but darkness only held pain for him. He opened the window and felt a breeze caress his cheek. The cold stung his face, simply because the bruises were still fresh from the flying glass of orange juice that struck his face. He closed his eyes and lifted his head to the sky, and fell tears rolled down his cheeks, falling on his trembling lips.

"Mmm, what's that I smell," he whispered to the air. The breeze continued to caress his cheeks and it gently dried all the silver tears on his face. The boy felt fingers with nails ghost around his slender neck and a cool tongue caressed his shoulder, licking at the soft tissue around his collar bone. "Ahh... what was that, he flinched at the soft feeling on his shoulder but didn't pull away. How was this sensation possible because the boy was the only one in the room? Instead Ryou unafraid of these feelings gave in to the touch and closed his eyes. A soft whisper called his name and the fingers reached over his shoulder and caressed his nipples. He could smell roses and his tears were all but a memory. All the pain disappeared and for just a second he felt something new. Ryou felt love. Ryou felt something waiting, something in the dark, something he would want and need very soon. Little did he realize his life was about to change forever.

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Ok, to my reviewers I hope you find me on this site and review. Sighs... and to hopefully new readers I hope you like it, review. It's my first Ryou-based fan Fiction and I want to have fun. Sakura, it's your fault my obsession with this guy. And Kitten, it's your fault I wrote it...

Mokuba: "Hey, Sherabo, am I in this story, pouts?"

Sherabo: "Mokuba, If Seto finds out you are reading ff again he will ground you for life!"

Mokuba: "Sherabo, I've read all your stories, its to late now, blushes?"

"Besides it all about sex, sex, and more sex?"

Sherabo: "Ok, Mokuba I promise you a story in K+.But for now go do your homework?"

Mokuba: " What!!! K+, Sherabo I'm a big boy, want to see, he smirks..."

Sherabo: "Mokuba, size is not everything"

Mokuba: "That's not what Seto said"

Sherabo: Mokuba , go to bed. And please log off. Well since you read it REVIEW IT...night...