It had been three weeks since you first arrived at the two storey "evil base", as Marik called it. You had come accustomed to the way it smelled and your daily routine. Wake up, cook breakfast (because Marik was useless at it), work in the basement, shower away the evidence, watch t.v., go to bed, repeat. That was the basic idea. You hadn't had any more… mishaps since the first one. Marik was good to his word about not making you stick around for the finales. You did however hear them sometimes. The walls were soundproof, but money could only buy so much discrepancy. You could still here the loud pop that signaled you were needed to help with clean up. It had been slow though, and Marik had resorted to other means to keep money coming in. Sending you out on runs. What you were good at.
"What's the address again?" You asked as you pulled your army style black boots on, sitting on the bottom step of the stairs. Your silvery white hair hung in front of your red-brown eyes and you blew at them in an unsuccessful attempt to move them.
"I wrote it on this paper, here." Came the deep, scratchy voice of your partner… er, lover? What was he again?
You took the paper from Marik's outstretched hand but not before you could step away again he had grabbed your wrist and yanked you a step up towards him.
"Be careful, I don't want to have to come rescue you." He hummed lowly next to your ear. You shuddered at his hour breath on your neck and took your hand back.
"Tch!" You scoffed at him, "Relax Marik," you purred in your deep British accent , "I'm bloody fantastic at this." You boasted, reaching the door and letting yourself it under the cover of night.
It was 2:07am and all the lights in the small suburban town were off, except streetlights. You head towards the garage and hoisted the door open as quietly as you could. There, in the dark was the black and yellow race bike that Marik had "found" a couple months back.
'Found my ass.' You scoffed to yourself as you rolled the bike down the driveway so as not to alert anyone of your departure. You started it once you were a couple houses away and jumped on, whirring out of the neighbourhood and onto the freeway.
You squealed to a stop in an alley way about a block and a half away from your target. It was a high end street of houses right down town. You left your helmet on the bike but brought your bag and headed out on foot keeping to the shadows as much as possible to avoid unwanted attention. You cursed your unruly white mange if hair for being such an obvious defining feature as you shiver and shove your hands into the pockets of your worn leather jacket. It was slightly small on you, having belonged to Marik. You smiled thinking of him and then shook your head. Now was not the time. You reached the street the target house was on and looked up, an overly large metal gate blocked your path.
"Bugger." You cursed and threw the drawstring bag up were carrying up and over the metal spikes. Finding a tree nearby you jumped to the first branch and used your upper body strength to host yourself up onto a higher branch. Once over the fence you leapt down onto the grass with a low grunt. You were getting too old to jump from these heights without consequence anymore. Finding your bag, you stick to the edge of the fence line as you continued towards the house marked in the piece of paper in your pocket.
"4608." You read to yourself as you studied the dark house from the safety of a bush across the street. It was big, three storeys without the basement. The multitude of cars in the driveway concluded that Marik had fucked up in telling you they were away on holidays.
"Bloody idiot!" You hissed and looked around to make sure no one had heard.
What were you to do now? They were obviously home and asleep, but you needed the cash. Did you do it anyways and risk getting caught? Or did you call it off and head home? You weighed your options and decided you didn't want to risk winding up in prison just for one nights work. You would find another target and come back tomorrow. Yeah, that's the right decision. You backed out of the bush and turned to leave when a sharp pain cracked through your head and your vision went black. You hit the ground with a thud as you heard the sound of whispered voices overhead.
"He's waking up." A hushed voice whispered. "Go get Kefi." It added.
Your head was pounding. 'What hit me?' You wondered as your eyes fluttered a couple times, adjusting to the dimly lit room. 'What happened? Did I get caught?' You panicked and flexed your muscled only to realize you were bound by something. Rope. You were tired to a chair. Fuck.
"Where am I?!" You weakly croaked out, trying and failing to sound to sound intimidating. You were going to have to try harder than that to come of ad intimidating. These were criminals obviously. Bad people.
"Hello brother." You heard a deep voice boom from behind you and froze. No. It can't be. He's locked up. He can't be here. "Long time no see." The voice verified your worst fears. You knew that voice all too well to confuse it with anyone else.
"K-kefia?" You whispered as a figure entered your line of sight.
"Yes, hello Bakuuura." He purred as he pulled a chair up and sat on it backwards in front of you. His long, stark white hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, strands hung down framing his face. His tanned skin reflected his mother's ethnicity more than your pale complexion. A large, cross-cross scar ran from underneath one of his purple-red orbs and down his cheek, stopping at the edge of his jaw. He crinkled his eyes in a half scowl half smile and you flinched.
"A-akefia, h-how did you get out?!" You stumbled over your words and he threw his head back in a howl of laughter.
"You didn't think some mere bars would keep me, did you? You fool!" he shook his head, white bangs bouncing against his tanned skin. "I just needed to buy time enough to get things sorted out here before I took off." He added and you narrowed your eyes in confusion. "Now, dear brother," he spat the word brother like it hurt him to say, "Where. Is. Marik?" He growled out each word with malice and you paled at the mention of his name.
"M-marik?" You stuttered mentally growling at how pathetic you sounded. "I don't know who that is." You finished, hoping your eyes didn't betray your lie.
"I know you're lying, you brat." Akefia snapped. Damn it. He always knew when you were lying. Always. "I know you live with him now. Work with him now. Fuck him now." He added and your stomach flip-flopped at the accusation.
"H-honestly I don't know who that is!" You insisted, but it was futile to try and lie to Kefi. The sharp smack across your face that now stung an angry red was proof of that.
"Don't lie to me, you little shit!" he roared.
"I don't know where he is!"
"You fucking lie! Again?! You know I'll find out! Or…" he trailed off, touching his chin in contemplation. "I'll just wait until he comes looking for you. I know he tracks you. I know he cares for you. It's disgusting, really. You know he's a fucking rat, right? A disgusting, pig-headed, thieving, fag." He spat the words in your face and you clenched at that word. It wasn't as if Akefia wasn't one too. What an ugly word.
"Don't fucking call him that." You growled between clenched teeth.
Akefia chuckled and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up and inspecting your neck. You blushed a bright red when you realized he was looking at the bruising that riddled your throat and collarbone area.
"Well obviously you know that already so I guess there's no point reminding you." He laughed again as you ripped your face away from his grasp.
"You're one to talk!" You snapped back and immediately regretted it. Another sharp slap traveled across your already stinging cheek and involuntary tears pricked at the corners of your eyes but you quickly blinked them back.
"Yes," he said as he stood and paced the small area in front of you. "I suppose I am somewhat to blame for how you turned out." He glanced at you and smiled at the shudder that traveled across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
A memory flashing in your pounding head. A bitter memory. One you had worked hard on forgetting.
*Flashback*
You whimpered against the makeshift gag in your mouth. You tried your luck again at flexing against your restraints. No luck. He'd be back in a minute. You were snapped from your panicked thoughts at the creaking sound of the door opening and closing.
"Mom and dad are... passed out… and Ryou is fast asleep. Looks like I have you all to myself, Kura." A twenty-six year old Akefia purred as he approached the bed you were tired up on. You cried against the bandana shoved in your mouth and he brushed his hand against your cheek before bringing the back of it down hard with loud slap. "Are you going to be good today?" He asked and you nodded, clenching your eyes tight to blink away the tears. "Good boy." He nodded approvingly as he stood again and approached the dresser, grabbing some things you didn't get a chance to see.
He approached the bed again and grabbed your arm that was bound behind your back with some rope. He dragged you up into a sitting position so you were resting on your knees and ass and eyed you carefully as he removed the gag. You gasped for air when it was removed and coughed a couple times at which he clamped a hand over your mouth and you yelped into it.
"Shush now, Kura… you don't want to make me angry." He whispered in your ear making you start breathing faster. You sure as bloody hell didn't. He was done a lot quicker when you were quiet and did what he told you. You nodded your head and he removed his hand again.
He grabbed you by the back of the head and crashed his full lips against yours causing you to whimper quietly. He grinned into the kiss, he liked it when you made little sounds. He trailed his tongue across your bottom lip and you regretfully parted allowing him to snake his tongue in and over yours. He tasted of booze and cigarettes and you hated it. Moaning quietly he fisted his hand in your shoulder length white hair. His free hand traveled up the back of your shirt and raked his nails across your back causing you to whimper again. You hated that you were a young, impressionable, tirelessly horny teenager. This shouldn't be something that turned you on. You disgusted yourself. The fact that you were growing hard at his touch made you hate yourself. He smirked as he felt you grow stiff against his thigh.
"Eager?" He nibbled on your ear lobe and you shook at the contact.
'No!' You mentally screamed at him. 'No, no, no!' But your hormonal body betrayed you.
He stepped back slightly and pulled your shirt up, exposing your pale toned chest. Even though you were only sixteen you were fairly well built for your age. You hated school, and gym class you rarely attended but you managed to keep yourself very fit in your spare time. He dropped to his knees in front of you and trailed his wet tongue up your stomach, across toned abs, and ended at your perked nipple. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it momentarily, earning a slight moan from you as you shifted awkwardly against the restricting rope around your wrists. He leaned back again and his eyes met yours as he reached for the zipper on your jeans.
"No, Kefi… please." You panted quietly and he furrowed his brow but undid them anyways.
He pulled them down just enough to reach your mid-thigh. His hand ghosted over your erection and you sucked in a breath quickly. He smirked and hooked a finger in the band of your boxers, pulling slowly. Your hard cock sprung out from under the light fabric and slapped up against your exposed stomach with a wet smack.
"Mmm." Akefia hummed appreciatively and glanced back up to meet your pleading eyes again. "I love you, Kura." He mumbled and his head darted down to engulf you.
"Ahhh!" You grit your teeth together to keep from moaning louder and Akefia's hand rested on your inner thigh.
His mouth was so warm and wet, you shudder at the feeling of his tongue flicking across the head of your cock and your lips part slightly. You lean back on your knees so you can rest against your bound wrists as he continues to slide you in and out of his mouth. His rough hand encircles your shaft as he starts to pump you in time with his head movements.
"Akefi-ahhh!" You bite down on your lip hard to keep quiet. The last thing you need is to wake up your parents or god forbid you woke up Ryou. Poor little Ryou. Tears spilled out over your cheeks and dropped onto your stomach at the thought of Ryou. Akefia sat back again, releasing you from his mouth. He used his thumb to wipe away the tear that was currently trailing down your streaked face.
"Shhh, shhh." He cooed and you sucked in a sob. "Don't cry, Kura. Please." He begged you quietly. Your face was covered by your hair so you held your breath to fake the illusion of ceasing crying.
He must have believed it, or he just didn't care because he stood up then and you glanced up from under your bangs to see him holding a foil packet in his hands.
'No. Not that! I'm not ready!' You screamed in your head but all you could do was stare wide-eyed at what was about to happen to you. You had done many things both with Akefia and other boys your age. Losing your virginity hadn't been one of them. A cold sweat formed on your pale skin.
"Relax, Kura. I won't hurt you." Akefia stated calmly as he unzipped his pants and reached into his boxers pulling out his already stiff member. You gulped as your mouth went dry. He wasn't necessarily huge but you knew this was going to hurt. Every muscle in your body clenched and you squirmed back so you were up against the wall. He sighed as he rolled the condom up his shaft and came to stand at the edge of the bed expectantly. You shook your head, tears flying out into the bed sheets.
"Kefi, please!" You begged him, "I'll even suck you off, I'll do whatever you want, please, I'll be quiet! I'll be good, I promise!" your voice broke as the pleas escaped your shaking body.
He sighed again and pointed to the spot on the bed in front of him. "Come here, Kura." He demanded and your whimpers turned into full blown sobs. "Be quiet or I'll have to gag you again." He added as he reached out and grabbed your arm pulling you towards him.
"No! Please, please! Bloody-ah!" You cried out as he twisted your arm painfully and turned you around to face the wall. Your jeans were already around your knees so Akefia just shoved your face down into the blankets. You continued crying into the comforter. Your shoulders shook with every sob.
"You need to relax, Bakura or this will hurt." He muttered as you heard him pop open a bottle and squirt something into his hands. Lube. He hissed slightly as he coated his member in the cold substance.
"Kefi…" you cried out into the blankets as he grabbed your hips to steady you.
Your arms were bent awkwardly behind your back so your weight rested on your cheek and shoulders. You jumped, startled as his thumb rubbed against your entrance and you choked back another sob. He massaged your entrance for a minute before he pressed his index finger inside of you. You cried out incoherent words into the blankets, burying your face further to avoid being heard.
"Relax." He coaxed as he started to pump his digit in and out of you. The feeling was so weird. Too weird. It was violating, and painful, and scary. He added another finger and you cried out again, hands balling into fists behind your back. He pumped his two fingers a couple times and then, with a small grunt he spread them apart inside you.
"Ah!" You screamed and he tightened his grip on your hip, digging his nails into the soft flesh.
"Shut up!" he hissed, "You'll wake someone up!"
"Ahhh!" You groaned, quieter this time.
"Jesus you're so tight, I don't know if I'll fit." He said to himself and he pushed another finger into your ass.
You had stopped crying, tears refusing to fall from your swollen red eyes. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and you sighed, thankful at the loss of pressure. Panic hit you again as you felt the cold, wet tip of Akefia's cock press up against you instead.
'Oh god. Oh god here it comes.' You opened your mouth and crammed as much blankets as you could far into it, preparing yourself for the inevitable pain.
"Deep breath, Bakura." came Akefia's low whisper.
His fingers dug in tighter on your hips as he rolled forward on his toes, pushing. With great difficulty he finally pressed his cock into you and stilled as he waited for you to adjust. You hadn't been able to scream because of the blankets but the tears had started pouring down your cheeks again. Hot, searing, angry pain radiated through you. You heard Akefia's heavy panting and felt his grip tighten on your hips again making you wince.
"Uhhh, oh god!" he groaned and pushed slowly forward, burying himself deeper in your ass. You clenched down again and he hissed some more. "Fuck Kura, stop that!" he demanded and you did your best to unclenched the muscles around his hard member inside you. "Better. I'm going to start moving now. Just calm down. It'll feel good, I promise." His one hand stroked your back reassuringly.
He moved at an incredibly slow rate. All the way in. All the way out. Back and forth. In and out. Slowly, ever so slowly you relaxed and loosened up. Eventually he was able to thrust into you with less effort and he moaned as he pumped into you quickly, once. Twice.
"Ah!" You yelped suddenly as he seemed to strike something inside you that made your stomach flip. Why did that feel so good?
"Mmm, there we go." He panted and shuffled his feet so he was standing at a slightly different angle than before. He thrust into you again and hit that spot.
"Ah! A-akefia!" You called out his name into the blankets and he smirked a wicked grin.
"Feel good, Kura?" He huffed as he started repetitively hitting that spot causing you to moan softly. "Yes, ah yes let me hear you!"
"Ohhh!" You felt the telltale tightening in your groin that signaled you were close to the edge. "K-kefia!" You called out his name and you felt him shift towards the desk, grabbing something. With a soft snap you felt the restraints on your wrists let go and you threw your arms forward, burying your fists into the sheets.
Akefia's grunts were louder and his thrusts quickened. He slammed into your smaller frame, his cock getting harder with every pump into your warm, tight hole. He leaned forward suddenly and reached underneath you, taking your dripping, needy cock into his expert hands. You cried out at the sudden feel, arching your back, which caused Akefia to moan in pleasure. He pumped your member with his large hands.
"Come for me, Kura." He panted into your hair and you felt a shockwave of pleasure explode somewhere deep within you.
You came hard, spilling onto the older boys hands and covering the sheets under you. Your soft moans and mews coaxing him on. He brought both hands back to your hips, trailing your cum down the back of your thigh as he slammed into you hard.
"Fuuuccckkkk!" he hissed between clenched teeth as he spilled his hot load out into you. You were suddenly very thankful for the condom at the thought of the mess he would have made. He moaned a long, drawn out moan as he pumped into you a few more times before pulling himself out entirely and throwing the used condom in the trash bin. "Oh my god." He huffed as he flopped back on the bed.
You lay there not moving. The pain was slowly taking back over after your orgasm. You just lay there, face buried in sheets, pants around your knees. You had curled into a ball, holding your legs to your shaking chest. Dried tears stained your cheeks.
"I love you, Kura." He cooed as he pecked a small kiss to your forehead. "I always will."
'Bastard.' You thought as you closed your eyes.
*End flashback*
"Fuck you!" You screamed into the dark, dingy air and he laughed.
"That's kinda what got us here, Kura. Plus, we don't have time to have any fun right now, little brother." He purred and your stomach lurched with unease. "Now, tell me where Marik is."
"Never." You hissed.
"Then we wait!" he boomed and it went silent.
A ringing sound was coming from your bag.
'Shit! My phone!' You mentally screamed at yourself for bringing it.
Akefia raised his eyebrow at you and strode towards your bag. Opening it, he produced your phone which flashed "Incoming call: Marik Ishtar" on the screen. Panicking you struggled against your restraints again.
"Hello, Ishtar." Your brothers voice was far more menacing than you had heard it in a long time. "Yes, I have him. No. No. Yes. Well you'd better come rescue your little pet then, hadn't you?" He spat and slammed his finger on the "end call" button.
"You'd better hope he turns up soon, Kura. Or I'm gonna do what I had planned for him to you!" he roared and then left the room.
'Don't come, please don't come!' You pleaded Marik in your thoughts. You could take whatever your brother had coming. You couldn't take losing Marik. And you would lose him if he came, there was no way that Akefia was letting him go. Not alive. Not in one piece.
The tears you had blinked back threatened to spill out again.
'No! You aren't some weak sixteen year old kid anymore! He can't control you like this! Pull your bloody self together, Bakura!' You internally screamed.
You were an adult now. A strong, resentful, dangerous adult. You weren't going to let yourself, or Marik get hurt by Akefia anymore.
Not this time.
Never again.
