Authors note: Yeah well it's been a while since I actually updated any of my fanficions. A lot of people have been requesting this new chapter and so here it is. I wonder if this is going to turn out how you thought it would. Oh well, here is it. Please read, review and enjoy. Special thanks goes to Kurisuten Ichikish, NulTide, subaru1999, JiangShi [Ji-ka!] and iShiznitch for reviewing chapter three. I appreciate up, keep it up guys and I'll keep updating.

Interesting

The white haired man lifted a hand running it smoothly though the others hair slowly, gently and coolly before he willed Ryou's unwilling form backward towards the bed where he forced him to sit. He glanced around momentarily before his hazel gaze narrowed on the boy. It stayed that way for several seconds before he sighed as if unsure what to say to the boy.

Ryou gasped at the tender touch of the other. Each time he glanced around the room it brought back a realization of the situation that even at this moment he remained in. He decided to play it safe, "I-I didn't hear you come in. Did you have fun with your friends?" He wrapped his arms around himself to create a slight barrier between himself and Bakura. It wasn't nearly enough to keep the man away but it was to keep him calm if only for a few minutes.

He nodded slowly glancing the boy up and down. "It would have been a perfect night if I hadn't come home to find you snooping in the very room I told you to stay away from. You don't listen to tell. As many times as I..." He paused to pick his words carefully. "Requested you stay away. Here you are sitting on my bed. Finding out the very thing that I had kept from you for so very long. Here you are."

Ryou flushed, "I-I didn't mean to see all of this." He whimpered closing his eyes to avoid the room and the man. "I didn't know...I didn't expect for this to-" He stopped again to open his eyes. "I-I'm sorry." Deep down these words were to keep Bakura at bay. He felt as if he were the one that deserved the apology. It was after all his privacy that had been breached, not Bakura's. The man had captured his most intimate moments and-and plastered them all over his bedroom walls. He had even framed a few of them and the very thought almost made him sick.

His eyes widened. It was the first time he realized what the pictures had been for. The film. The camera. To add to Bakura's sick twisted world he had invented in his room. This man sitting so closely to him was insane. He shivered.

Bakura sighed, his gaze once again traveling around the room. "You're so innocent Ryou. I think that's how it began." Ryou opened his mouth to speak but Bakura continued. "No matter how cruel, evil or mean I became you would still smile at me. It seemed the more insistent I became to break you the faster you bounced back. Before long I began to collect these pictures it was...I think to understand you better. I think. And then...as simply as it started I became obsessed." He smiled and it made the boy wither. "I'll admit it. I'm obsessed with you Ryou. Your sweetness. Your innocence. You're so interesting..."

He moved away slightly listening to the other. All of his senses told him to run. All of his senses told him this wasn't right and yet he couldn't bring his body to move. He looked down at his hands. Tears glistening in his eyes. "I-I just want the picture back. The one you took this afternoon. That's why I'm here."

Bakura moved closer to the boy. "Don't cry. Stop it. Stop." He snapped hearing Ryou whimper. "What makes you think you can demand anything from me?"

Ryou's widened. "I-I just-" He stopped shifting back slightly. "Bakura, it's just-"

He shook his head pulling the smaller boy into his arms kissing his head gently. "Nothing will change between us unless I say so." He kissed his forehead. "Nothing." He pulled back kissing his cheek. "You can finally be my little Ryou." He glanced into the boys eyes. Fear? Good. He should be scared. "My Ryou."

Ryou whimpered gently raising his hand and shoving the other away from him. It was the first time he had ever attacked someone and frankly it felt good. It wasn't that it was Bakura, it wasn't that he was venting it was simply because he was tired of being taken advantage of.

"Y-You're sick!" He cried creating more of a distance. "You've stolen pictures of me. You've attempting to…" He stopped watching Bakura who stared at him. "I-I won't allow it anymore. You can't do this to someone. To me. My privacy had been violated by all of this." He looked around the room. "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? What's…" He stepped back bumping into the wall. "And the kiss…"

He smiled gently, "Ryou, now that you know about this you can't leave me. I care about you too much and now that you know I can finally have you. Our relationship will change but only a bit because now on you belong to me." He stood taking his time to pin the boy against the wall. "From now on I can enjoy more than pictures of you…this is your punishment for looking into my room." He pulled the other closer again placing several kisses along his jaw before resting a few on his lips. "As for your punishment of placing your hands on me…"

Ryou fought against the affection, his body growing hotter with each press of the mans lips to his own. He pulled away, face red as he sighed. "No. I don't want this. I don't want this. I don't want this…just give me the pictures you took back and we can forget all of this."

He shook his head continuing to kiss the other before they turned into gentle nips. A few bits over his neck and then down to his shoulder. "You're going to give me what I want Ryou."

He bit his lip to keep his voice in. He glanced to the other before their lips met again. He jerked away, "What? No! This- you won't do this to me!" He cried going to push the other again before his arms were caught.

A smirk passed onto Bakura's lips. "Of course you'll let me do this to you. You want to know why?" He tilted his eyes slightly locking eyes with Ryou's reluctant ones. "Because I've seen the picture, what you've been hiding. I've noticed the cuts…your body. This perfectionist attitude you have…and if you don't let me have my way you won't have your own." He laughed gently sucking on the others neck. "And if I can't have my way…everyone will know about you. It's possible…and I have the picture."

His eyes grew wide before hot tears bubbled, "Please…don't. Bakura, please." He whimpered his grip tightening.

The man nodded, "Place your arms around my neck." He mumbled. "Then tilt your head upwards and let me get a clear view of your neck."

Ryou whimpered but he did as he was told tilting his head back first against the wall willing the tears away. They still fell, slowly but surely he wrapped his arms around the others neck. He felt the man go back to work nipping at the tender skin, sucking slightly. He could feel the marks already.

"Very good princess…"

Bakura…why……

[HAHAAHAHA I DID IT! Don't hate me if it's not what you wanted. This story is going places…I just don't know where yet. Please review and thank you all that reviewed the last chapter. ]