Bakura's Tales of Torment
Pain
Bakura had never been one for body modification – it was Marik who had the obscure body piercings and the scarified back (albeit that wasn't through choice). Even in his past life, so long ago in Ancient Egypt, he had steered clear of that kind of thing. It just didn't appeal. He was, by no means, a masochist.
However, even 5,000 years on, Bakura was a sadist. The sick, twisted thought of causing pain no longer made him laugh insanely as he once did, but it brought a smile to his pallid face. Especially when concerning his host. The boy had slipped up in his usual careful manner when talking to the Spirit, letting slip a fear of needles and, to quote him directly 'Mummy would be so disappointed if I came home with one of those ghastly ear-piercings or tattoos'. As much as Bakura wanted to keep the body he inhabited free from ink and lumps of metal, this was an opportunity too great to let pass.
And so Bakura sat – listening to the pre-emptive whimpers emerging from the Ring at his chest – watching the 'Body Artist' squatting in front of him, rigorously going through the essential cleaning steps that this kind of piercing would need to prevent infection. It would probably take a great deal of effort to maintain the half-state in which he planned to keep his host in – feeling the pain but not in control of the body's actions. Concentrating on this, he held the boy tightly in place, knowing that once the pain began he would try his hardest (however pathetic it may be) to break free and hide within the recesses of their mind.
The body artist had finished talking, and was busy preparing the needle – he didn't notice the sly grin on Bakura's face when he looked over his shoulder at him and said, 'If you'd pull your trousers down...?'
Adjusting his crotch, Bakura left the studio with an uncomfortable look on his face. The friction between the combination of jeans and underwear on his brand new Prince Albert was by no means pleasant, although it did amuse to him to think of the look that Marik would give him later. The Egyptian would be impressed. The Body Piercing Studio was, conveniently, the front of a Body Art Emporium – an intriguing place where one could have almost every painful body-alteration known to man inflicted for a handsome price on oneself, and such was optimistically displayed in picture form on the opposite wall.
Bakura strode, if a little sorely, up to the display-board and admired the shots of muscled men sporting vibrant inking and facial piercings. Taking an information leaflet from a holder, the Spirit looked over the list like a restaurant connoisseur choosing a meal.
What should he have first from the menu?
Shaking, Ryou stood naked in front of the full-length-mirror in his bedroom, an expression of horror fixed upon his face. His limbs throbbed; blood rushing to the newly-tattooed hieroglyphs across his forearm and the scarified section of skin on his shoulder. The end of his penis hurt to an extent that the boy wouldn't dare try and remove the bar that protruded hideously through it. Tears sprang to his eyes.
What was he going to tell Mummy?
What's this? An UPDATE? Sorry it's been so long in coming, guys ^_^'
So, as this is number 10, it means I'm half way through! *cue celebratory music* And, with luck, I'll get the next 10 finished quicker than it's taken me to do these chapters.
Thank you all for the support you've given me so far, (I'm an awful person. I should update more OTL )
Xezbeth xx