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It was rather like being in a huge wooden cradle.
Ryou groaned weakly, curled in a fetal position under the blankets. The slow, steady rocking of the ship gently pushed him from side to side, so slow and tiny and insignificant, he could barely feel it. The teenager buried his face in the pillow as sun streamed through the windows. Ryou sighed, deeply, momentarily forgetting his plight.
It was the sharp bust of pain, stemming from his rear and crackling up his spine that brought him back to reality with a crash. Ryou gasped, screwing his eyes up tightly as he grasped the sheets. Oh, it hurt so much! It was like a fire, all across his rear and back. Ryou whimpered, softly, burying his head in the pillows again. Tears pricked in the whitenette's eyes, and he moaned weakly. Oh, that hurts so... He grabbed the pillow, holding it tightly. Through the muddled haze of pain, memories and recognition flashed through his mind. He vaguely remembered what had happened... Bakura feeding him tiny delicacies, and the French sweet wine...Oh, that was not a good idea... Ryou whimpered, closing his eyes at the thought. And then Bakura kissed him... Rough and hard. And that is almost exactly how the night went. Ryou mournfully remembered, clutching handfuls of the pillow. Through the murky fog of alcohol, Ryou was able to vaguely recall what Bakura had done to him. Being held down forcefully by his shoulders, his face buried in the pillows as long sharp nails raked across his back...
Ryou moaned weakly, his entire frame shaking madly. How could it hurt so much? The whitenette was shaking as he pulled his thick wad of blankets up to his ears, trying to hide as much of his body as he could, for privacy's sake. Ryou really wanted nothing more than to have a long, hot bath, soaking in bubbles for hours, before getting dressed in warm clean clothes and going back to his own bed at home.
I want my mother.
The thought brought Ryou to a whole new low. It was true, Ryou wanted his calm, caring and sweet-hearted mother to just love and hold him, tell him it was going to be all right...
It hadn't really sunk in to Ryou that they were dead. The usual rites that one went through when they were dead –the cleansing from the minister, the burial, the reading of the will... Ryou's parents hadn't gone through any of that. They were just stabbed, murdered, bled to death in their sitting-room floor, and then burned, their ashes dispersing in the strong, salty wind. Ryou pressed his lips together, and shook harder, his heart aching for his parents, his home and his possessions... He was starting to warm up to the idea of living on the shop as maybe a companion of Bakura, where he could float endlessly on the seas, forgetting the stress of his hard village life, and the chilling fear that, after three years, his father may finally be found and tried for treason. But Bakura's horrific, animalistic rape had driven all such thoughts out of Ryou's mind. He was scared, alone, and in pain. And nothing, it seemed could drive the strong sense of misery from him.
This is my life now. Ryou sobbed harder. I have become nothing but a cheap, common whore. I... I cannot let Bakura do this to me. If he were feeling a little less miserable, and a little more angry, a seed of resolve would have almost unnoticeably swollen in his chest. But as he was, Ryou was heartbroken. Being brought up with strong, almost puritan faith, the slim whitenette was constantly instructed on the importance, and sanctity of marriage. How he was supposed to save himself for his wife. And to be taken by another male... Although he had done nothing wrong, Ryou felt like a heretic.
"Hey." The whitenette jumped slightly, after ruminating on his misery for almost half an hour, raising his cotton-white head from the safety of his plump pillows as Malik stuck his head through the door, staring at the little slender teenager. Ryou winced slightly pushing himself into a sitting position, and wincing slightly in pain.
"H-Hello." He breathed weakly, rubbing tiredly at his eyes "Wh-Why are you here?"
"'Cause." Malik pushed the door fully open, holding a chunky wooden tray in callused, tan hands. "Brekkie?" Despite his pain and exhaustion, Ryou's eyes lit up at the tin bowl of porridge and hunk of bread.
"Wh-Why thank you?" Ryou murmured politely, sitting up in bed with his blankets around his waist. His back and rear still pained him, but he forced it down, holding out his hands to accept the tray. Due to the rather light nature of his food last night, Ryou was so hungry, he was grateful for any food, and devoured the porridge as quickly as he could, while still maintaining his polite, aristocratic nature.
"Are you okay?" Malik asked gently as Ryou finally slowed down in his heating, the meal almost finished, tilting his head to one side to survey the teenager. "You look kinda sick."
"I..." Ryou swallowed as he set down his spoon, his heart sinking. "I do not feel well, no." Ryou shook his head. "It... It... It hurts." He finally finished, his tone weak and demure.
"I know." Malik murmured, sitting down on the edge of the bed. His eyes widened as he noticed the long scratches across Ryou's back, and winced. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" Ryou's bangs fell into his eyes as he surveyed the Egyptian, the perfect picture of sweet innocence. "You did not do this to me, Malik... H-He did." Ryou sniffed, holding his hands over his mouth as he tried to hard not to break down in a fresh wave of tears.
"I know." Malik sighed, looking down at his feet. Although he could never admit it to Ryou, the Egyptian couldn't be angry at Bakura for doing this to his newfound friend. Bakura had been doing this to people since before he had even bought Malik, and, knowing his place, Malik had never dared to challenge it. He'd accepted it, really. He always tried to be a friend to them, so try and comfort them whenever he could, as long as Bakura had no problem with it. "Look." He finally spoke up, after a few long minutes of slightly uncomfortable silence. "I know where's there's some cream below deck... it's got herbs and stuff in it that's really good for relieving pain. I use it all the time whenever I scratch myself. Wanna try it?"
"... Well, it cannot hurt, can it?" Ryou bit his lip, staring off into space. "I-I would greatly desire some relief from this pain..." Malik blinked, not quite understanding what Ryou was saying. Comprehension dawned in a moment, however, and he broke into a smile.
"You're cute." Malik announced as he stood up, ruffling Ryou's hair. "I'll be back in a few, 'kay? You sit tight." Ryou nodded dumbly, still sitting with the tray on his knees. Malik took the empty bowls and plates of food, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. As soon as Ryou thought he was alone, he sank onto the pillows with a low moan, pressed on his stomach. His back stung freshly, and he gasped, one pale, slim arm with a dark bracelet of bruises snaking around to examine his back. His fingertips brushed against the long, deep scratches that Bakura had inflicted on him, and closed his eyes, burying his nose in the pillow. He felt absolutely rotten, the cheer from having Malik visiting him and bringing food deflated. Ryou hugged the pillow weakly, the blankets hanging askew around his chest and waist as he waited for Malik to return. Never, throughout his young life, had Ryou felt so... violated. His fingers curled in the pillow. And he would more than likely be expected to do it again all tonight...
"Ryou." Malik closed the door behind him, clutching the little glass jar in his hand. "I'm back."
"O-Okay." Ryou sniffed, propping himself up on his elbows. "Wh-What do you wishe for me to do?"
"Just stay still." Malik instructed. "Lie down on your stomach with your arms folded under you, so you keep the skin still, 'kay?"
"Umm... Yes." Ryou nodded, slowly lying down on his stomach, his arms beneath him as told. He closed his eyes, trying to relax.
"Good." Malik climbed onto the bed, slowly pulling the down the blankets. "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? Just relax."
"I know you will not hurt me." Ryou mumbled gently, his head turned to one side. He stared out of the large window, at the endless blue sea that glowed and shimmered from the sun, diamond-like sparks dancing across the rippling waters.
"Good." Malik nodded as he gently slid the blankets down to the top of Ryou's rear, staring at his back, the long gouges reminding him of whip marks. Malik shook it off quickly, uncorking the jar and flattening a callused palm. "It's real cold though, just warning."
"I-It will be fine." Ryou's hands clutched at the sheets beneath him, and his eyes were half-lidded. He gasped, his eyes widening as Malik softly brushed the first little blob of cream on him, and bit back a whimper.
"Just relax." Malik slowly started to rub his hands up and down along Ryou's spine. "I know it hurts now, but it'll stop hurting soon, I swear." Ryou nodded weakly, tears in his eyes as Malik slowly continued to rub the cream into his skin, around and around in slow, soothing circles, massaging the gentle blend of herbs and medicines into Ryou's torn skin. Gradually, as Malik's rough, hard-worked hands continued to massage his back, Ryou allowed his muscles to slowly relax, and he closed his eyes, his shoulders slumped in a long sigh. Malik smiled, gently applying a little more pressure as he worked on Ryou's skin. The whitenette's mouth twitched slightly in the corners, in the vague ghost of a smile.
"Th-That feels so good, Malik." Ryou mumbled almost sleepily as the Egyptian gently rubbed the cream into his skin. And it did. It felt soft, and soothing, to have a pair of hands on him like this, gentle and caring, trying to heal him, not harm him. "You are so good at this..."
"Thanks." Malik's smile grew as he slowly kneaded Ryou's back, straddling his thighs. The younger boy as so relaxed and calm at this point, he barely noticed. "Hurt anymore?"
"W-Well..." Ryou screwed up his face a little, despite his obvious comfort from Maliks' hands. "It does still hurt..." He mumbled, his face flushing red in embarrassment.
"Where?" Malik inquired, leaning over a little bit so he could try and look Ryou in the eye. "Ryou? You can tell me." The teen took in a deep breath, before opening his eyes again, looking up into Malik's earnest face, the blonde clearly concerned.
"Um... It still hurts... Down there." Ryou trailed off, his cheeks flushing further. He bit his lip, seemingly perfect white teeth nibbling on pink, plump lips. Malik's eyes widened, and he nodded slowly in realisation.
"...Oh." He finally mumbled, resting his hands on the mattress. "I can put some uh, cream there, but yeah, it is kind of a private place..."
"Is it?" Malik blinked as Ryou slowly propped himself up on his hands, staring harder up into his face. "Is it really?"
"Ryou..." Malik sighed, his eyes dulling a little in sadness. "I'll do it, if you want. But I understand if you don't want me to. Of course I'm going to understand. I'm just saying it'll hurt a lot less, that's all."
"I-It will?" Ryou slowly lowered his eyes, staring down at the mattress in thought. "It... It hurts ever so much..."
"I know it does." Malik murmured soothingly. "And I wanna help. If you let me, you could probably be comfortable enough to go back to sleep. Ra knows you need it..." Ryou was clearly starting to cave in, the prospect of a long, painless sleep clearly tempting. "I won't look." Malik promised, slowly brushing a lock of white hair out of Ryou's wide brown eyes. "Kay?"
"... Yes." Ryou finally whispered, nodding weakly as he twisted the sheets in his fingers. His face flushed redder than ever, and he couldn't look Malik in the eyes. "Do you want me to lie back down?" He inquired in his high, soft voice.
"When you're ready." Malik responded, nodding slightly. Ryou swallowed, staring down at his hands for a few long seconds. Firmly-taught lessons of modesty and privacy were to hard to forget, and besides, the trauma of anyone touching that... area, felt like it could trigger another emotional breakdown.
"... It has to be done." Ryou finally said, not looking Malik in the eye as he lay back down again, his arms this time hugging the pillow, in preparation for the inevitable onslaught of pain.
"Yeah." Malik looked determinedly away as he slid the blankets down Ryou's thighs, relying on touch and feel, respecting Ryou's wishes. The teenager shivered slightly, all of his skin exposed, but tried his hardest to keep the tremors down, swallowing as his heart thudded in his chest with nerves. Malik bit his lip as he slowly poured a little of the cream onto his palm, inhaling it's sweet scent. He lubricated a single index finger easily, and bit his lip, flushing himself as he continued to look at the ceiling, the door, the window, anything... "Uh, okay..." He cleared his throat. "You uh, you ready?"
"I-I think so." Ryou stammered, his limbs shaking. "Y-You promise that it will not hurt?" Malik momentarily closed his eyes, chewing on his lower lip.
"I can't promise that." Malik sighed, swallowing. "It-It probably will... A little bit." Ryou whimpered, his hands clutching the sheets tighter, fresh tears stinging in his eyes. "I'll try my hardest to make sure it wont." Malik tried to calm the teen. "And it'll feel a lot better later." Ryou was still and silent for a notable period, before nodding softly, drawing in a deep breath. "Okay." Malik nodded, his hands drifting down to Ryou's rear. He decided to focus his gaze on a chip in the ceiling as he slowly parted Ryou's thighs, the whitenette trembling violently. Malik swallowed, his face redder than ever in embarrassment, as he found the entrance to Ryou's passage, and slowly, his heart thudding, started to slide his finger inside.
Ryou gasped, twisting his fingers in the sheets even further, burying his face in the pillow. Malik bit his lip at Ryou's obvious discomfort, but didn't stop, forcing his finger further and further past that tight ring of muscles. Ryou cried out, softly, and bit on his lip to try and prevent it from happening again.
"Ryou, you're tensing up." Malik muttered, still staring up at the ceiling. "I need you to relax, okay?" Ryou whimpered, and slowly nodded, trying his hardest to slacken his tense muscles. "Good..." He winced as he managed to push his lubricated finger entirely inside Ryou, the whitenette still shaking. "That's good." He slowly started to rotate the tanned digit, earning a fresh cry from the teenager. "Ack! Sorry..." Malik felt so clumsy as he continued to try and soothe the burning pain in Ryou's rear. "Uh, there." Malik bit his lip, and withdrew his now dry finger from Ryou, wiping it on the sheets. "I'm uh, I'm done." He pulled the blankets back over the slim teenagers' form, and hopped off of the bed without looking at Ryou.
"Um... Thank you." Ryou murmured demurely, also not looking Malik in the eye. He pulled the blankets up around himself, slowly sitting up. "I am grateful."
"I know you are." Malik clenched his hands around the little glass jar, scratching his head with the other. "You don't have to keep repeating it, you know." Ryou blushed again. "You gonna be okay?"
"Wh-Where are you going?" Hair fell over Ryou's face as he stared at Malik, panicking slightly.
"Well, the railings need repainting, some of the ropes on the mast are starting to get rot, and the cannons need cleaning again." He shrugged. "Someone has to do it."
"Oh, I see." Ryou mumbled quietly, still staring down at the mattress. "W-Will I be able to see you again, today?" He asked in his gentle, accented voice.
"Sure." Malik nodded, smiling a little. "I'll put more of the er, stuff on this afternoon, and I think Bakura wants you to take a bath or something... You were bleeding a bit." Ryou nodded demurely. "Go back to sleep, okay? You'll more than likely need it."
"You are right." Ryou nodded, settling back down amongst the pillows and blankets. "I know you do not want me to say it again Malik, but thank you for your kindness. I do appreciate it very much." Malik shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"You're too nice, Ryou." He commented, his hand on the doorknob. "Really, you're way too nice." He murmured the last words after he had closed the door, leaning on the closed wood. It was so sad, to think that Bakura was hurting someone so sweet and innocent. Malik only hoped that Ryou could somehow not bear some kind of grudge against Bakura for doing it. He might. He's that polite and well-mannered. He needs to if he wants to be treated right... Eventually. And who knew? Maybe if Ryou remained as childish and innocent enough, Bakura could eventually tone down his abuse, or at least turn it into a more bearable experience for the young Ryou. Huh. Who am I kidding?
Bakura's going to tear the kid apart. Malik's heart was heavy as he started to walk towards the railings, his shoulders slump. And no one else is going to be around to pick up the pieces...
Awwhhh Sadness D
Oh well. I don't know when I'll be updating next. But it'll be soonish. I know where I'm going, I swears.
R&R!
