(AU) Hi Guys. Word of warning there is a lemon in this chapter not sure it's as depressing as I'd hoped for it to be but we still have time. I meant the story not the sexy time would be a bit odd if that was depressing. Oh I've also changed the story from 1st person to 3rd person hopefully that hasn't confused anyone I just found I'm able to expand the descriptions and what not when I write like this.
Review let me know what you think. Thanks Dolorous Doll x
A forceful knock to his front door caused him to jump, momentarily halting his movements. Ryou checked his alarm clock trying to decipher who could possibly here at – 11:55am. After realising it wasn't too early for visitors Ryou climbed out of bed.
A groan rumbled from the teen's throat as he stretched his stiff arms before scanning the bedroom floor for a t-shirt he could throw on. As the knocks from downstairs became more insistent Ryou quickly grabbed a long sleeved navy blue shirt before tugging it on and scuffling down the stairs.
"Hey Bakura you in there?" Ryou's steps faltered when he heard the familiar drawl of Joey's voice. If Joey was there then the rest of the gang would surely follow if they weren't already present. Ryou couldn't help but wonder what they were doing at his house. At times of uncertainty he'd turn to Bakura except the spirit was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey Bakura!" The white haired teen twisted his thumbs around the hem of his shirt when Yugi's voice filtered through the door. Ryou quickly patted down his hair and rubbed at his sleep filled eyes before walking towards the door and opening it, having it slightly ajar leaving enough room for only his head to fit though.
His eyes scanned the bodies standing on his front porch. Joey, Tristan Tea and finally Yugi. Ryou smiled sweetly before sending a shy nod of acknowledgment their way.
"About time you answered buddy we were getting worried about you." Tristan said as he shuffled towards the door nudging Joey off to the side in the process. The blonde grumbled before pushing his spiky haired friend aside until he was in Ryou's eye view.
"I said we should break your door down but Yug here said it wasn't a very good idea." Joey countered nudging a thumb in the direction of their tri colour haired friend.
Yugi giggled good naturedly before turning to face Ryou. "I don't think anyone would want their front door missing Joey."
"Honestly Joey sometimes I question your intelligence." Tea piped in causing Joey to scowl as Tristan joined in on teasing their blonde friend. The conversation continued without Ryou who stood their vacantly.
He took the mild distraction as an opportunity to contact Bakura except the spirit wasn't replying to any of his mental messages. Ryou stared thoughtfully at the pavement before a thumb and forefinger appeared before his eyes and clicked irritably.
"Yo so what do you think wanna come along?" Joey spoke almost exasperatedly as if he'd had to repeat himself several times.
The white haired teen shook his head blushing sheepishly at his absentmindedness before finally acknowledging his guests.
"I'm sorry Joey come along where?"
"To Burger world, I just got paid from my part time job and with Tea's employee discount imagine how much food we could get." The blonde teen grinned; Ryou couldn't help but to reciprocate. It was contagious.
Tristan's eyes became glossy as images of lardaceous burgers and narrow fries invaded his mind.
"Hey guys I agree with Joey times ticking and it's almost lunch time." The brunette replied flinging an arm around Joey shoulders.
"So what do you say Bakura?" Yugi asked as he stared up at the white haired teen.
Ryou blinked slowly before replying. "Sure guys I'd love to I just have to get ready I won't be long." Ryou assured before closing the door and dashing upstairs attempting to undress and brush his teeth at the same time.
Ryou scrubbed his teeth fervently before dropping his toothbrush in shock, barely managing to choke back his coughs when he spotted Bakura's incorporeal form through the reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Ryou scrambled clumsily as he picked up his toothbrush before turning to his other half.
"Bakura..."
"You're so chaotic landlord." Bakura mumbled as he brushed his thumb across the corner of Ryou's mouth swiping up a thin stream of frothed toothpaste.
The soft caress didn't last long as Ryou's hair was gripped harshly and his face forced against the cold tiled wall.
A soft, lust filled whimper poured like oozing honey from Ryou's lips before he turned his head to the side as his breathing became ragged.
"You're perfect like this." The comment made Ryou's heart flutter. He closed his eyes in content as Bakura's knee pushed against his lower back and his hair was pulled backwards causing his back to arch perfectly.
"You're so needy." Bakura whispered as he lowered his knee until it rested between Ryou's trembling thighs. "It makes me so warm inside." The white haired spirit breathed against his ear, his words building coils of anticipation in Ryou's stomach.
Suddenly the promised pain and pleasure was abruptly pulled away as the limbs connected to his disappeared. "Those fools are so troublesome." Bakura growled before disappearing. Ryou stared on confused and flushed as he tried to make his way toward the sink.
"Hey Bakura what's taking so long?" Joey queried as he flung the bathroom door open. Ryou flushed a deeper crimson as the blondes eyes travelled downward only to stop when they saw his lower half, preferably the part of him that was currently aching and pressing against his white sweat pants.
Ryou gasped sharply before pushing Joey out of the door and hastily assuring the other teen he'd be out as soon as possible.
The white haired teen groaned as he heard Joey's muffled laughs from the other side of the door.
It was easy to forget about the feelings of isolation when his mind was clouded with thoughts of copulation, or embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position.
Ryou quickly dressed before running a comb through his hair he went to return the comb to his bathroom cabinet when he spotted an inanimate object. Dental Floss. He wondered if that could be used as a means for self torture.
Logging the thought in his mind for later Ryou turned towards the door preparing himself for a day full of greasy food and duel monster talks.
When the white haired teen returned home, his spirits were lifted somewhat the other teens hadn't remembered his birthday but at least they'd made some type of effort to include him in their plans.
Bakura wrapped an arm around Ryou's mid section before digging his nails into Ryou's ribs and scratching rapidly. A choked moan escaped Ryou's mouth as his still sensitive rib was fondled.
The white haired teen was roughly pushed upstairs his clothes being ripped away the closer they got to his bedroom until all he remained in were a pair of loose grey boxers.
Bakura fastened Ryou's wrists and ankles to the bed using his shadow magic before smirking malevolently.
He strolled toward Ryou's wardrobe before kneeling and pulling out a worn out shoe box. Inside contained various letters Ryou had written for his sister.
"Dear Amane, I've just started school. Every ones really nice there how are things where you are?" Bakura began quoting Ryou's letters.
The frail teen swallowed heavily, Bakura had never done anything like this before.
"I doubt the mail receptions too good down below don't you agree landlord?"
Ryou felt sick at Bakura's insinuation that his innocent sister resided in hell.
Bakura began slowly tearing the letters Ryou had hand written perfectly, Ryou could do nothing but stare from his bound position on the bed.
They were just letters words of empty promises and one sided conversations and as much as Ryou didn't want to believe it he couldn't resist the threads of reality. His sister was gone.
Bakura strutted towards the body presented to him on the plush double bed before stopping to stare down at Ryou's body. Bakura stripped slowly and watched in fascination as his clothes disappeared Ryou's disintegrated simultaneously.
He straddled Ryou's waist before ghosting his hands up the white haired teen's compact abdomen.
"I'm tired of using your pathetic trinkets, the rules have changed. First things first." Bakura spoke monotonously never once revealing his intentions.
"Asphyxiation." He whispered heatedly into his other half's ear before wrapping his calloused hands around Ryou's swan like throat.
As the pressure around his throat climaxed Ryou's face flushed pink as his lungs demanded oxygen, right before his body collapsed in on itself Bakura removed his hands and watched in satisfaction as Ryou gasped for breath.
"More." Ryou's ragged demand shocked Bakura before the spirit smirked accepting the challenge presented.
"As you wish." Bakura prolonged before he fisted Ryou's hair and using his free hand sharply punched him in the face. The sounds of crunching bone and dizziness from the rush of blood had Ryou's head spinning.
He'd never felt so free in his entire life.
"God Bakura I need more. More pain."
Frustrated that his actions hadn't harmed his host as well as he'd hoped Bakura ran his sharp nails down Ryou's chest before turning his hands clockwise leaving viscous red crescent marks behind.
Ryou yelled loudly before thrusting upwards unknowingly sending a jolt of pleasure through Bakura's groin.
Bakura struggled to suppress a moan at the tantalizing friction, he ground his hips downward before gripping Ryou's hair. With every forward thrust Ryou's hair was tugged upward his white locks being handled as if they were the loops attached to a horses saddle.
"M...More." Ryou whimpered out.
Bakura tugged on his hair more harshly but Ryou only shook his head dismissing Bakura's actions.
The white haired spirit soon realised what the teen wanted.
With a quick flick of Bakura's wrist the shadow magic was removed from Ryou's body leaving him free to move his limbs.
With the stealth of a well trained thief Bakura unstraddled Ryou and abruptly nudged the teen's legs apart situating himself between Ryou's warm thighs before thrusting his hips forward brushing his raging erection against the boys beneath him.
"Fuck!" Ryou screamed before throwing his arms around Bakura's neck, pulling the spirits form closer to his own.
Bakura buried his face in the crook of Ryou's neck and shoulder biting harshly at the soft flesh before moving back and forth at a faster pace.
Ryou's hands snaked down Bakura's sweat dampened back before cupping his backside and roughly pulling Bakura's hips against his own.
Their bony hips slammed together, their movement's becoming more fluid as they continued rubbing their solid heated flesh against one another.
Bakura moved a hand to the back of Ryou's knee before pushing his leg upward; his other hand slipped down to caress Ryou's sensitive nether regions.
Bakura stopped his thrusting movements long enough for him to push two dry fingers into Ryou's entrance.
He was too far gone to turn back now; his need burned brightly and with a willing participant moaning and writhing wantonly beneath him there was nothing to stop him now.
Bakura's long digits twisted and stretched within Ryou's body at a fast pace as his erection began dripping with want.
Ryou enjoyed the rough treatment which just turned Bakura on even more, Ryou grasped Bakura's wrist before forcing the spirit's hand to move faster within Ryou until his fingers were mercilessly pumping in and out of the white haired teen.
Ryou had never experienced any of the new sensations flowing through his body. He'd received pleasure from his and Bakura's little sessions but this was entirely new. So alluring. So dangerous. So deliciously arousing.
Ryou was certain his voice box worked now, his screams were a clear indication of that.
Bakura turned Ryou over onto all fours before lining himself up with Ryou's erection and pushing in with one swift thrust.
A sob wracked Ryou's chest. The Pain. It burned like hot needles. Scolding. Brushed against his insides like soft feathers. So hot and tight. So Perfect.
Ryou buried his face within his thin white pillow as he was taken roughly, Bakura's thrusts never faltered.
The spirit gripped Ryou's hips before pulling the teen back onto his erection every time he thrust forward. Bakura nudged Ryou's prostate, this was the end for Ryou. He tossed his head back with a scream and panted breathlessly as streams of milky fluid exited his body to strew across the bed sheets beneath him.
Bakura pulled Ryou against him several more times before he too reached his climax breathing a moan opposed to a scream.
He floated forward resting his cheek against Ryou's back as he fought to catch his breath.
After several minutes Bakura's fog filled brain cleared. Well that was definitely different. He pulled out of Ryou slowly smirking at his hosts twitching anal muscles before he grunted distastefully at the blood that followed his softening member.
Ryou cautiously turned around before lying flat on his back. Bakura's hand became encased in an amethyst aura as he reached between Ryou's cum stained thighs.
"No." Ryou whispered quietly causing Bakura to look at him questionably.
"Don't heal me; I want to feel the pain." Ryou clarified.
Bakura huffed before backhanding the white haired boy.
"Imbecile." He grumbled before retreating from the bed, dressing himself languidly before exiting the bedroom.
Ryou gently guided a hand down his body before his trembling fingers caressed his entrance; he brought his hand back up into eye view before staring hazily at his blood stained fingers.
The teen smiled as his sated body relaxed preparing to shut itself down, the last thought dwelling within his mind was what a bitch cleaning the blood off the mattress was going to be.