A mass of white hair spiked over the pale completion of the boy. His doe brown eyes squinting at the cold breeze, gripping his thin sweater closer to his sweat drenched body. "Ryou!" The same boy calling his name shouted for the last three blocks. "Please, stop!" Yugi panted gripping the pale boys arms . Ryou bit his lip groaning mentally at the pain hiding its colours under his clothing.

"Go away..." he snapped, growing more irritable at boy.

Yugi appeared his star gravity defining hair blocking out the cold world before him. "Did Bakura do this?" he ordered pouting his lips.

Ryou rolled his eyes brushing past the boy disappearing into an alley escaping from the boy's questions. "yes..." he whispered to nothing finding no relief in the silent confession.

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He felt woozy, his head unable to process anything. Stumbling like a drunk fool he was forced to be carried by his dark. "Maybe, we should head... back... Ba-Bakura..." he stuttered feeling more out of control. Without warning he was dropped onto the wet grass Bakura laying on top of him. His icy touch roaming his stomach, snaking down to his inner thighs. "Ba-Bak-kura... stop..." he growled trying to sit up.

His body pressed against the smaller version of the other guiding him back to the earth. "I've missed you Ryou why won't you let me have you?" Ryou swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. Bakura hovered over Ryou, crimson eyes flashing with lust, hunger for the boy. His lips crashed against his, pain forcing a groan from the petite white haired boy, his lip splitting from the force. His tongue trailed down the swan neck, then to his chest. His muscles clinched, useless, desperately trying to escape from the weight. Grasping Ryou's wrist they were pinned above his head. Bakura grinding roughly on the other in a act of lust and desire. One strong hand held the wrist pinned to the earth, the other removing the sweater throwing the pieces of the discarded material behind them, revealing his flawless pale flesh. The moon cast a dark shadow over his hungry grin.

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The boy shivered rubbing his arm's in shame. Peeking from his hiding place he drifted into the night time crowd towards his so called home.

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"Bakura stop!" he screamed fighting helplessly. His voice failed groggy the effects of the drug, his body going limp laying at his disposal. Tears stung his eyes wishing for freedom. Bakura grinned unbuttoning the boys pant, his canines sinking deep into the boy's neck. A scream erupted from the pale pink lips groaning into a lazily whimper. "S-stop..." he whispered as Bakura continued to rape him. He moaned at the force of his body against his own. Long thin fingers gripped his hair pulling their mouths together. No passion, no love and no remorse. Lust, anger and hatred filled his mouth.