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Warnings: Lemon! Um, mentions of rape, blood, and abuse. That's really it. Hey, please look at my oneshot!!
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Chapter Seven
School ends too early. Have you ever noticed that? Anybody who has something at home that they don't want to return to knows, school ends to early.
But here I was again. On that same damn couch, next to Bakura. We were both ignoring whatever stupid show he put on. I was waiting till it was late enough for me to feign fatigue and go to bed, and he was waiting for me to move my legs so my boxers would ride up exposing more thigh. But it was my night. He wasn't going to touch me tonight. He had promised.
I was so firm in my conviction that his next sentence almost made me faint right there.
"Go into my bedroom and strip." I felt my jaw drop. Twisting around on the couch I felt the boxers pull up to my hips, but I didn't care.
"Pardon?!" I uttered in shocked disbelief. He took a full thirty seconds to drag his gaze up from my exposed skin to my face. He shrugged.
"You heard me." I shook my head.
"B-but last night, you said I had a free night, you weren't going to touch me for a whole night!" I couldn't help but yell the last part. He had become so wary of the other tenants in the building, it seemed to be the only leverage I had. Even now, his eyes darted towards the door, then back to my face.
"And did I touch you last night?" he asked, calm as ever. My face contorted in a look of pure incredulity.
"No, but I-" I started. Bakura smirked, a cruel curl of lips that exposed elongated canine teeth.
"What, hikari, assumed? You should never assume things. Now, go and do as I say, or you will be punished," he said slowly. I opened my mouth to argue, but what was there to say?
I stood, eyes focused on the floor, and trudged into my darkness' room. Gods it stank in there. He must never open the windows, it was musty, and dark. I was tempted to find a light, but did I really want to watch what was about to happen? There was a smell like pennies dropped in salt water too, something I couldn't quite place, but knew well. The door opened behind me. "Why are you still dressed?" he asked me. I felt the first round of tears prick behind my eyes as I pulled off my sweater. I paused. Bakura merely raised an eye pointedly at my boxers. A swift movement and those were pushed down my legs as well. He smiled appreciatively before closing the distance between us.
His left hand tangled in the hair at the base of my scalp, claiming control of my head, while his right arm circled my waist. His lips crashed into mine in the kind of kiss that would leave bruises. Great, more marks for me to explain away. I did my best to ignore the jolt that shot down to my groin when his tongue slipped easily inside my mouth. Bakura moved his left hand down a bit, unwinding his fingers from my silken locks, and trailed his fingertips down my spine. The sensation made me jerk, but in a good way. But when his fingers cupped my behind those feelings fled.
I felt my mind shut itself down; it must have been some kind of safety mechanism. This was too much horror, too much to handle, better to do it some other time. I would say I shut down completely but I started to cry then; silent tears winding there way down my cheeks. This seemed to excite Bakura.
He pushed me back till I was sitting on his bed, with me sitting and him standing the difference in height was so much that I he forced me to bend my head straight back to maintain the kiss. His fingertips traced over the bandages wrapped around my torso, and for a nerve-wracking second I thought he was going to yank them off, but he simply placed his palms on either of my sides and ran them up my body.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and I gasped for air. He turned his attention to my chest, skipping over my neck, kissing me and nipping lightly at my skin. I made little noises, sometimes of appreciation, but mostly of pain. When he was finished he straightened his back and pulled off his own clothes quickly as he could. The he reached for something above my head. My heart skipped a beat while my stomach dropped halfway to America, but when his hand came back into view he had a tube in his hand. It was not the knife I had expected, or even the gag that vaguely irritated me (after all I had barely made a sound).
Bakura squeezed a glob onto his hand, and covered my mouth with his own again. I jerked when I felt one long, slim finger being pushed inside me. But it didn't hurt, well not much anyway. I had been…used…too hard lately for it not to hurt a bit, but it was nothing compared to being thrust into with blood as the only lubricant. Bakura felt my twitch and drew up.
"Are you okay?" he asked. I stared at him in wonder. Was this the same man who had raped me not once, but twice only a day ago? It didn't seem possible. He frowned and repeated his question. I nodded numbly. He started kissing me again, and I realized he was doing it to distract me when he inserted the next finger, and began to slowly pump in and out. With the addition of a third finger came the scissoring motion that would stretch me out for him. Then he found something inside me that made me scream his name in ecstasy, even with half my brain shut down. He smiled.
"Like that, huh?" he asked, the smirk not only on his lips but in his tone.
"P-please, do that again.." I gasped. He laughed quietly, but obliged. My back arched as colored streaks passed over my eyes. Then his fingers were gone. To my horror I whimpered at the loss. I looked up at Bakura in time to see him spreading the lubrication on his…. I blushed, but I so wanted him to be inside me.
So when he lined himself up with me I pushed my hips up to receive him. I gasped in pure bliss when he pushed inside of me. In every fantasy I had ever had about Bakura, this was when he would pause to let me adjust to his size. But in reality he couldn't seem to control himself. As soon has he was buried inside me he pulled back out. But it didn't hurt too much, a bit of stretching, a bit of pain, but when he again nudged that spot inside me I moaned and writhed and it seemed to spur him on to new movements. He rolled in and out of me.
"B-Bakura!" the end of his name became a guttural moan on my lips. He smirked again, and reached down to wrap his hand around me. He pumped me in time with his thrusts, and it only took a few movements to make me burst. I moaned loudly, my breath turning to a series of gulping sounds as I tried to force the air back into my lungs. It only took him another two or three thrusts till he came inside me.
Bakura pulled out slowly, and kissed my flushed cheek. I closed my eyes and lay back on the bed.
"So, how was that?" he asked me, voice just a tiny bit breathless. I smiled, actually smiled.
"H-holy shit…" I stammered, I still hadn't caught my breath. He fell over to my side and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. We fell asleep like that, my back snuggled up to his front, him holding me. It was nice, protected, and probably a lie. But right then, I wanted to believe that lie, so I slept pressed up next to him like he had never hit me, like he had never taken what I gave him tonight.
"Good night, hikari," he whispered, breath hot on my neck. I fell asleep before I could answer him.
Something bright flashed across my face, then fell to shadow, then bright again. I tried to turn over, still sleepy and trying to escape the light. But something stopped me from turning over, an arm draped lazily over my stomach. Urg. Stupid light. I took in a deep breath and opened my eyes, and caught sight of what was causing that flashing light. The open window let the breeze in to blow the curtains around. I groaned and again tried to turn over.
The room smelled of stale sex, but the mustiness was absent, all blown out the open window. Bakura's arm still held me pinned to the bed, but I needed to get up soon. It was Saturday and I needed to clean. I moved very slowly to slip out of his arms and not wake him up. When I finally stood at the side of the bed I turned to look at my sleeping darkness. He was…beautiful. White hair spread out on the sheets, almost the same color, full lips parted in sleep, without me in the bed he kicked the sheets down. I always slept with the covers tucked firmly under my chin, I just got so cold. The sheets slid away to expose more of his pale, firm chest. I reached out my hand to touch him, palm my way over the planes of his body. But I froze when I saw it.
Right under Bakura's arm, still outstretched to hold me, was a bright slash of vermilion. I watched, detached, as my own pale hands shot out to rip the sheets down the bed. Oh god. The bed was covered in blood. Panicked I looked down at my own body, my first thought that I had opened my cuts again, but the bandages were still wrapped around me, white and unsoiled. Then I remembered something. The sheets I had bled on so long ago. I had always assumed that Bakura had thrown them out, but he hadn't. He had taken them, and slept in them! My stomach lurched and I clapped a hand over my mouth.
"Oh god!" I gasped, loud enough to wake Bakura up. He took in my horrified look and followed my gaze to the sheets. "Y-you kept these?" I demanded of him. He shrugged, a simple rise of shoulders that nowhere near matched my horror. My chest constricted.
"Yeah. I kept them. What of it?" I shook my head.
"That's my blood on them! You didn't even wash them! They're covered in blood!" I yelled, my voice getting higher with every sentence. He was across the room in a second to press his hand against my mouth.
"Keep it down," he commanded coldly. This was too much. I twisted in his grip so I could speak again.
"You kept this…and you raped me on them. And then, last night… I-I thought you-you-" My stomach lurched again and I fled the room.
Leaning over the toilet I threw up so violently that tears sprang to my eyes. I coughed on the bile in my throat and shivered. Bakura had followed me into the bathroom. He leaned against the door, arms crossed over his chest. I stood up, flushed my vomit down the toilet and began to brush my teeth.
"I'm going out," he informed me. I didn't turn, didn't acknowledge his words. I heard the front door swing open and shut. I spat out the white foam and started to brush my teeth again.
After the longest shower of my life I started to clean the apartment. It took me three hours to clean the whole place, and then I was stuck outside Bakura room. The door was shut. I put my hand on the knob, then dropped it, then placed it on the knob again. Fuck this. He was going to make me sleep in those sheets again, I knew it. And now they were covered in who knew what else.
I pushed the door open and walked inside. First I opened every window in the room and vacuumed the carpet, but there were still stains so I grabbed the mini steamer from the closet and pushed it around the room. Then I stood at the foot of the bed. I had been putting this off. He was going to be angry. Well what the fuck else was new?
I ripped the sheets off the bed and took them into the kitchen. I rooted out one of the big buckets in the cabinet under the sink and filled it with water and bleach. Then I put the sheets in and left them to soak. I turned on the TV and watched some stupid movie while I waited for the bleach to soak in.
I left them in for an hour and a half before I decided that the bleach had gotten out everything that it was going to get out. So I found another bucket and filled it with clean water to rinse the sheets out in. Turning my gaze to the cloudy water I paused, and hoped that the blood had come out.
Passing them through the clean water bit by bit I knew it hadn't. The proof of last night had washed out but the blood had stayed in, it didn't even look like the bleach had faded it. I felt a lump grow in my throat. Nothing was going to get these stains out. Nothing. So I just hung them up in the shower to dry and started dinner. What else could I do?
Bakura showed up when I was finished putting dinner on the table. He sat down and my mind flashed to the sheets drying in the bathroom. I needed to get them back on the bed before they were missed. My darkness paused at the doorway to the kitchen and looked at the dinner. He had a bag in his hand, then he started to leave.
"Wh-where are you going?!" I asked, a bit too panicked. Shit. He turned back to look at me.
"I'm going to put this in my room," he said hefting the bag up. I darted forward and reached for the bag.
"I'll do it, go sit down and eat." He raised one perfectly white eyebrow at me and started to walk to his room. "I-I said I'd do it!" I was cut off by his hand crashing into my throat.
"What the hell did you do, Ryou?" he demanded, eyes narrowed. I made a coughing noise and pulled weakly at his hand. He let go of me and kept walking into the room, I waited in the hallway. There was a pause, then he came storming out of the room. "What the fuck did you do?" It was the same question but this time I almost fainted.
"I-I just cleaned… It was so dirty in there…" I trailed off. Bakura rounded on me, eyes flashing.
"Don't fucking play that. Where are the sheets?" he hissed, poison on his tongue. I whimpered.
"I washed them too. They're drying in the bathroom." He took a step back and went into the bathroom. I heard the sigh of relief. "You sick bastard…" I whispered to myself. He walked calmly out of the room and went back to the kitchen. I put the now dry sheets back on the bed before I went back to the kitchen. The bleach had done nothing to the set in blood stains. They sat on the white cotton, crimson as ever, almost mockingly so.
I sat down opposite Bakura and eat even more halfheartedly than usual.
"You're lucky." I looked up, hands twitching. "If those sheets had cleaned I would have personally made you replace them." I sniffled. "The room looks good."
"How can you talk like this?" I asked. He looked at me confused. "Like nothing happened…how…how could you keep those?" He growled.
"I liked them. I will keep what I like, and I will do with you what I like. I own you, and you will obey me."
"What?! I-I don't belong to you!" My stomach lurched. He watched me, and I was the first one to break eye contact.
"Yes, hikari, you do. And you have for a long time." I stood, and sniffed. He frowned. "Sit down." I shook my head.
"N-NO!" I started to run, but I only made it to the living room. I'm not even sure where I was going, it's not like I could have gotten anywhere, not like there was anywhere I could go. Bakura beat me to the door and pushed me down to the ground. I ended up at his feet, looking up into the angry face of my darkness. My eyes filled with tears and his face blurred as he put his foot on the small of my back. He exerted pressure, pushing the air out of my lungs, and I let out a strangled sob.
I tried to get up, tried to push myself out from under his foot, but it didn't do anything.
"Stop struggling." I ignored him and thrashed my limbs. "Stop struggling or I will fuck you until you bleed." I froze. "Good boy. Now, it seems to me that you have been very bad. So I'm going to punish you." I whimpered. "Oh, now don't be like that, aibou. It won't hurt too bad." Then he kicked me. The force of it rolled me a few feet over to the side. His fingers wound into my hair and he pulled me up with it. I gasped in pain and struggled up to my knees. He threw me to the side and kept hitting me. The sobs wracked my body, fuck pride. I cried as he beat me, past when he finished, even when he left. He went to his bedroom, leaving me on the floor, bruised and broken…again.
Finally I dragged myself to my feet, and with tears still running down my face I went to my bedroom. My only sanctuary, and laid down on the satin sheets. I could see them as a reminder of their bloody counterparts in the room across the hall from mine, but honestly I needed something to be happy about and these sheets were nice, so I forced the thought from my mind.
Bakura wandered around his room. Again he had broken the boy. This was so stupid. He enjoyed his sheets. He refused to get rid of them. Unfortunately they rendered the tender sex useless. He would have to pick somewhere else to repeat the process. Perhaps the Ryou's room? Or maybe the couch….
Where ever he chose, he wouldhave his way.
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