Sorry I had to write this! My other fanfiction love, war and torture has had no reviews but it has been read so I thought this idea had to get some reviews so here it is:

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon (Graphic), orange (rape) and abuse and violence but that goes with everything I've already said. Also Yamis have their own bodies.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!

His footsteps echoed through the dull, empty streets of Domino. The street lights that illumined the streets seemed to have been drawn into the darkness as well. The streets had also been engulfed by this mysterious dark. His steps were in a set rhythm but then a footstep broke this pattern but that footstep had not been done by this boy. He spun round nervously as his soft brown eyes that were wide open at alert settled back to how they were. There was nothing there. He continued his walking until he heard that odd footstep again. He decided to try and lose whatever was making that odd step by running at full speed down an alley to escape. As he was running he turned back and saw somebody chasing him now.

He didn't stop this fast pace for anything, roads that still had cars flooding by, nothing. However soon he found himself gasping for air and not being able to keep running at such a pace. He ran into another alley in hopes of being safe so he could have a breather. As soon as he entered the alley he flopped against the wall and gasped heavily but he managed to quieten his breathes but not even that helped as his pursuer darted round into the alley cornering his helpless victim against the wall he was against. The boy gasped as soon as he realised who his chaser was.

"M-Marik?" he gasped. It was his friend, Malik's, Yami! This was very bad for him, very bad indeed. A smirk played across the Yami's face.

"Why so frightened Ryou?" he asked sadistically.

"Why were you chasing me?" Ryou asked scared. Marik leaned closer to Ryou and lifted Ryou's chin with his hand so the soft brown eyes looked straight into his sharp indigo ones.

"Because you're so pretty," Marik ran his free hand through Ryou's hair before continuing, "and I can't let that beauty get away from my grasp…"he finished. Ryou gasped as Marik took that opportunity to catch him by surprise by leaning forward and roughly kiss him and claim his lips. He used his hands to pin Ryou's trembling wrists to the wall so he couldn't fight back as he enjoyed his lustful kiss. Ryou could feel no love behind this action what so ever. He could only feel greed, lust and emptiness. Marik forced his tongue through Ryou's shaking lips and tasted all of his mouth. Ryou tried to move back but the wall only proved his endless suffering. Marik broke away satisfied and smashed Ryou's wrists above his head and gathered both of them into one of his strong hands. He used his one free hand to move to Ryou's shirt as he slipped his hand up the shirt to the soft skin underneath and Ryou trying to struggle free but nothing he did worked. Soon Marik's hand was at the start of Ryou's trousers just preparing for his master plan for this night.

"M-Marik! What're you doing?" Ryou gasped. Marik answered his terrified question with a smirk. Ryou understood the smirk more than he would've understood words. Marik removed his victim's trousers and boxers as he did the same to himself. Ryou tried pathetically to escape knowing it wouldn't work. Then Marik moved a little closer to Ryou as he prepared to take the young boy's innocence. Ryou was completely trapped and helpless and Marik was in control of all the events. This was perfect… for Marik. He thrust forward as he entered his crying victim and took what he thought was his. He thrust in pattern as Ryou could do nothing but stand there and take this torture. Tears fell from Ryou's eyes and fell to the floor. Marik moved closer to Ryou's ear as he whispered,

"Don't worry…I won't be here for long" he smirked. Ryou felt as if he was going to throw up. Why was he being put through this? He hadn't done anything to anyone.

"Marik…W-Why are you d-doing this?" Ryou stammered.

"Because every time I turn around I see you… you and him… that thief whom you forgave and welcomed him as your lover even though he put you through the most torture…he still tortures you! If you were with me you wouldn't suffer…I wouldn't be doing this but that thief disgusts me. Says you're his lover then hurts you. Why do you let him? Someone as beautiful as you could have anyone on the earth yet you have…you have him! It makes me sick." Marik hissed. Ryou turned his head to the side.

"He's just…hard to understand…" Ryou explained.

"Do you understand him?" Marik whispered harshly.

"Sort of… I understand it but… I wouldn't be able to tell someone it. I wouldn't be able to find the words…" Ryou whispered to the wind. Marik narrowed his eyes at him. Then Marik pulled the millennium rod from his belt loop and took out the blade part of it.

"So, if I hurt you, you would understand it and not be able to describe it and it would make you want to love me? Am I right?" he hissed as he slashed Ryou's arms deeply letting the blood flow to the ground.

"No. It's not the same, I can understand this easily. I can also describe it in a word. Envy," Ryou hissed back.

"Envy? Yes, but that's something anyone can feel if they saw you with him." Marik whispered as he continued his slashing. Soon, after slashing and rapping him at the same time Ryou passed out. This was sure to happen anyway.

Three hours later…

Ryou's eyes opened slowly as they got used to the new surroundings. He slowly got to his feet as he inhaled a breath of thick air. He could see a thick mist around him.

"What happened?" Ryou asked himself as he continued through the dead grass. "Oh yeah…that bastard had me rapped. He must've dumped me out here after." He hissed. As he walked he felt something hard against his hand as he walked past. He looked through the mist until he realised it was a head stone. He was in a graveyard! Of all places! He tried to find the way out but the mist was too thick and he felt too tired.

"Ryou!" a distant voice snapped him out of his trance. Someone was calling for him. He recognized the voice too! The voice of his friend and the hikari of the Yami who had just took his innocence.

"Malik?" Ryou called nervously. Then he heard running before his friend appeared in front of him and hugged him tightly. Ryou was surprised to say the least.

"I know what happened! Marik told me through the mind link about… almost three hours ago. I'd been looking for you since. I'm so sorry! I didn't want my Yami to hurt you! I really thought he'd changed! I'm sorry!" Malik said repeatedly.

"It's okay Malik." Ryou whispered. Malik looked up at Ryou who had tears in his eyes. "Could you just…Could you help me get home?" Ryou asked gently. Malik nodded as he guided Ryou out of the graveyard and to his home. The home he shared with his lover and his tormentor. His dark, his other self, his Yami, Bakura.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Malik asked Ryou at the door of Ryou's house. Ryou nodded as Malik returned to his home. He reached for the door handle when the door swung open to reveal a fuming Bakura.

"Why are you here so late?" he shouted at his hikari. Then Ryou hugged Bakura as tears flooded from his eyes again.

"B-Bakura I was so scared…M-Marik just" Ryou sobbed hysterically into Bakura's chest.

"Marik! He told me I shouldn't have you and gave me all these reasons. What did he do to you?" Bakura interrupted. Bakura wasn't always so bad. He did have a loving side but only his love knew of that.

"H-He rapped me…" Ryou cried. Bakura froze. What should he do now? His love…his hikari… the one he was meant to protect had just been rapped by his friend's Yami! He should've been there to save him… He wasn't nice to him usually but he wouldn't do anything. He should've at least have protected him for that reason. Bakura raised his hand and ran his fingers through Ryou's hair to comfort him.

"I shall be here and care for you but tomorrow I'll be back to my psychopathic self. Is that clear?" Bakura explained. Ryou nodded. They went into the house and Ryou lay on the sofa, his head on Bakura's lap. Bakura had tended to the cuts already and now he was just there to help Ryou get through the shock of the event. His hikari hadn't deserved what happened to him but life is tough. He had to just deal with the fact that it had happened and that there was no turning back time. Then as Ryou drifted to sleep Bakura started to wonder… What if…

That's it for this chapter! Please, please, please, please review! Please…