It always happened so quickly. He would blink, and suddenly be surrounded by darkness. He wished more than anything the darkness was not normal for him. Dark eyes widened as he noticed a portal open before him. He could see out as though he were seeing the world through his eyes, but he found himself too far away still to actually control his body. "I-I don't want to see this…" Ryou Bakura called out into the darkness in his head. He shut his eyes tight, turning away from the portal he knew The Spirit of the Ring had left open on purpose. "Please…" He cried desperately, sure he did not want to know what The Spirit was planning.

"Now now. What was that you said the other day?" The maniacal voice of the ancient spirit echoed in his head. "How you hated losing time when I was in control? How you wished I'd stop keeping you in the dark?" Ryou covered his ears reflexively, even though he knew the laughter was deep in his mind. "Open your eyes, Ryou. You'll miss the show…"

His stomach lurched as he found himself forced to see through his own eyes. He watched as his controlled body approached a man. A stranger. "Please don't…" Ryou begged.

The Spirit ignored the cries in the back of his head as he slid out of shirt, then leaned forward to remove the stranger's. He gave a wide grin as he climbed onto the man's lap.

Both Bakuras shivered as the man traced the five deep scars on his otherwise pale chest. "Damn…" He muttered in a husky voice, pressing his lips lightly to Bakura's neck. "You already have some marks on ya…" He smiled against the delicate skin.

The Spirit grinned back, holding tightly to the man's shoulders. "I told you, anything goes."

"NO!" Ryou shrieked, fighting as hard as he could for control. "STOP!" He cried, sobbing against the view The Spirit graciously left for him. "STOP!"

Trying to keep his scowl on the inside, The Thief really hoped the boy wasn't going to ruin his good time. He tried to enjoy himself as he was laid down onto his back, but the crying really was killing the mood. 'You know… It's really not that bad…' He thought with a bored tone as he spread his legs to the older man.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" Ryou continued to cry, the world going dark for a brief moment as he felt a pair of lips on his own. He wished the world would have stayed dark longer, as the eyes of what used to be his body opened once more, much to his dismay.

"You wanted this…" The Spirit's voice echoed, back arching as the stranger's hands slid down his pants.

"What?! No!" Ryou fought back. "I never NEVER said I wanted this!"

"You didn't want to lose anymore time… You wanted to see where I went and what I did with the body…" Was the simple response. "I thought you wanted us to be together more. Enjoy things together." He grinned, growing aroused at the man's far from gentle advances.

Ryou shook his head, his face hot, his heart racing. He hated this. He hated being able to see this stranger touching him. He hated being able to feel how turned on his body was. He hated not being able to run away. "No… No… This isn't…" Ryou heard a deep moan com from his body as he caught sight of a knife being pulled out before him.

"What is it you want then, Ryou?" The Spirit asked seriously, the smooth flat edge of the blade cold on his hot stomach.

"I… I don't…" Defeated, Ryou began to sob once more, unable to look away from the grotesque act in front of his eyes. He let out a sigh, hanging his head miserably. "I don't want to feel this anymore…" He mumbled. "I want the darkness again."

He could feel The Spirit grinning.

He could feel the sting of the blade piercing his skin.

Then.

Nothing.