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Now this chapter is quite dark.. and angst-y.. and I hope you enjoy it and don't want to hurt me after!
Warnings: strong violence, strong sexual themes
Out of the Ashes – Return to Darkness
Ryou let his cheek rest against the cool, damp wall.
He inhaled the earthy, stale air and blinked back the small glitters of darkness at the edges of his vision. The hunger washed over him again and he let his dull chocolate eyes be covered by heavy lids. Shifting ever so slightly and pain blossomed at various points over his battered body.
The days had melted into each other… He did not take notice of the chink of sunlight that filtered in through the high, small barred window. Just…
Bakura?
A small sob shook the protruding shoulders.
He was not coming to find him. Nor to free him.
Though why should he expect him to?
Ryou let his thoughts spiral once more. He could not think about him… Or the others. Instead his mind went dry, cracking through his consciousness. Nothing but blood. Blood is what he needed above all else.
He had, of course, been placed in the cell where he had been with Bakura. A brief inspection of the bed- still bolted to the floor and complete with its grey sheets- revealed the scent of Malik and also a hint of Bakura. After attempting to sleep there the first night, he had found himself in such a state of loss that the vampire knew he could no longer be near the piece of furniture. So instead the hard stone floor in the opposite corner would become his sleeping area.
The handlers had immediately bound his wings together that fateful night, though instead of threading the chain through the limbs, metal clamps had been used. Ryou couldn't decide which he hated more.
Through his swirling, uncontrolled thoughts, the heavy door to his cell screeched in welcome.
Ryou was immediately up on his feet, balancing against the wall at the head rush and breathing in the smell of blood coming closer.
Oh how he needed it.
The handlers appeared around the door, and the demon was there, ready to pounce on the humans. With a snarl he leapt and met the first one.
The handler quickly took in the advancing vampire and met him, grabbing his bony wrists and slamming him back into the stone wall. Ryou let out a pained gasp and tried to struggle against the larger human. He couldn't do it- his body was just too feeble and undernourished. The handler panted slightly, keeping the writhing vampire pinned to the wall was proving to be rather hard, even if his was at his very weakest.
"It's alright!" He said in a gruff voice. "Calm it."
Ryou stopped moving and let his cold, blank eyes come to meet the human's. Why hadn't he just shot him like the others?
"There we go. That's better isn't it?"
The vampire just stared.
"I'm going to be your new handler, the name's Lord." The man said, voice hard and military-like, though with respect. "Baron is no longer in this job, he has been asked to do other things by King. I'm going to make a deal with you, vampire, as I know you're perfectly capable of keeping one."
Ryou nodded weakly. He had no more to lose.
"You don't hurt me, I won't hurt you. And you know that I could hurt you, easily. Got that?"
The vampire nodded once more.
"I said 'got that?'"
"…Yes. I do." His voice was scratchy and dry.
"We have an accord." Lord said, a small smile on his lips. "Shall we see if we agree on things?"
The handler abruptly let go of Ryou, who collapsed on the floor, body fragile against the stone. The man watched carefully as the demon took a deep breath and shakily lifted himself from the ground, pulling himself up straight and facing him. Holding out the metal loops in his hands for the handler, who glanced down and smiled a small smile, he concentrated on staying upright.
"It's a good job you kept those in." Lord noted as he threaded a chain through the loops. "Or we would have needed to re-insert… Wouldn't have been fun for you in the state you're in now. Come, I know it's not probably the best surprise in the world, but King wants to have the pleasure of your company."
Ryou sighed as Lord led him out of the room and into the corridor. Another, more junior handler met them in the passage.
"Lord! Are you sure you only need the single chain? That thing's dangerous." The young man spoke with a nervous edge to his voice, the gun waving warily in his grasp.
"Yes, I know he will not hurt me, don't worry." Lord replied, tugging the metal lightly for Ryou to follow him. The vampire did obediently.
"Are you sure though?" the man was panicky now, "the filthy leech could attack us at any moment."
That hit Ryou. He growled audibly and turned to face the man, whose eyes went wide in fear.
"Stay back you! Or I'll shoot you like I shot your little friend!"
The pain in Malik's face as the bullet hit his foot the night of the exchange flared into his mind. He saw red and lunged for the man. The handler let out a gasp and quickly pointed the gun and shot. The blast mixed with the sound of Lord shouting echoed around Ryou's head at an agony exploded in his thigh. He groaned and dropped to the floor, clasping a hand over the bleeding puncture.
"You stupid bastard!" Lord was exclaiming, "You can see he's weakened, and I'd be surprised if he didn't bleed to death now! Just treat the creature with a bit of respect, and for fuck's sake don't bring up the other one!"
The young man's cheeks were red with shame as Lord's shouts echoed off the wall. The handler exhaled loudly and bent to grasp Ryou under his arm. The vampire let out a hiss, but stood, leaning on Lord.
"Come on. And don't blame me if King feeds you to his starved pet." The head keeper said.
They walked, or staggered, down the stone corridors for what seemed like an age to Ryou, whose leg had just managed to stop bleeding, though not heal it fully. Abruptly they came to a thick wooden door, which they passed through, then followed a flight of steps. At the top of the steps the room suddenly opened out, and Ryou blinked through his pain in amazement.
He could have just walked into the warm, formal scene true to an English country house. The walls were coated with crimson textured paper, segregated by cream skirting and wood that went up to the lofty ceiling, which was adorned with cornicing and ceiling roses. On the wooden floorboards lay beautiful Persian rugs and heavy, richly patterned furniture as seen in living rooms stood proudly. The flames in the open marble fireplace danced in the expanse of mirror that rose above the mantle piece and flickered over the grand paintings in gilt frames hanging on the walls. There were no windows, but sturdy lamps in various sizes stood around the floor. In a winged armchair by the fire sat King, dressed in a smoking jacket. He smiled as the trio entered the room.
Lord led the limping Ryou over to the sofa facing the fire, next to King. The other keeper bent down and lifted the flap of material under the sofa which revealed a strong metal ring embedded in the floor. Taking the chains from Lord, he threaded them through the ring and secured them there with a sturdy padlock. Ryou realised he had enough chain to stand and sit, but he was a safe distance from the leader of the gang. Said boss narrowed his eyes somewhat.
"Why is he bleeding so much, Lord?" he asked smoothly. The handler answered him surely.
"There was a misunderstanding and he was shot by Paige."
"I see… If he dies, you will both die with him you understand?"
"Yes, Sir. It won't happen again." Lord said, bowing slightly.
"Leave." King said shortly, waving his hand.
"Will you be needing us again tonight, Sir?"
"No."
"I understand, goodnight, Sir."
With that the two handlers left the room, their footsteps echoing on the wooden steps.
The vampire stood, swaying slightly at the effort, his weakened body fighting to keep up. His eyes slid half-shut as King regarded him in silence. The seconds seemed to creep by, and Ryou felt himself growing frailer and frailer.
King observed the creature surely. Reaching out to a mahogany side table, he picked a large cigar out of a box and sliced off the end with a silver cutter. Bringing the end to his lips, he lit it with a match and drew in the sweet aroma. The blue smoke he exhaled swirled around his vampire, the demon fighting to remain conscious. King honestly had never seen him look so thin. The ribs and collar bones stretched out of his chest, while his torn jeans hung off his skinny hips, his arms protruding at the elbow and wrist.
Ryou gave up. With a small gasp, his knees buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor, the rug hitting his shins then side of his body suddenly, his head finally resting on the patterned fabric he breathed deeply and felt his blood pounding in his ears. There was a moment of silence once more.
"Get up." King ordered.
Ryou took a breath and slid his hands under him. Drawing a reserve of his energy he attempted to lift his small body from the floor. But to no avail.
King raised an eyebrow.
"Get up, Minstrel."
The vampire heaved himself once again and managed to move into a seated position against the side of the sofa, his head spinning. King gave him a small smirk.
"I'd like to talk to you, my pet." He said softly, breathing out the curling smoke that swirled about their persons. "I'd like you to talk back as well. If you fail to do so, then I'm afraid I will see how much longer you can go without nourishment and perhaps a little more pain… If you decide to cooperate then there will be some nice hot, fresh blood for you to play with tomorrow. Do you agree?"
All Ryou could think about right now was blood. He needed it so badly his mind churned with the thought, King's own blood was far too close for comfort. Blinking a few times, he set his hollow eyes on the other and inclined his head.
"I agree. Ask me what you will." His voice was definitely stronger than he felt.
"Excellent." King said, smiling, "Now, first things first… How do you get out, and where did you go?"
Ryou sighed, shaking his head slightly to clear the thoughts he'd found forgotten.
"I… Well… We, Bak- I mean Joker and I managed to get out through the hall filled with furniture and the like... We found the exit there not too heavily guarded and in the confusion with those people who attacked, the security seemed even less…" King was nodding, the cigar resting between his long fingers almost carelessly. "Bakura- I apologise- Joker, took me to the home of Malik, who I later found out was his lover… They seemed very… Happy… to see each other."
"I see." The other said, letting a plume of smoke cascade from his lips. "I assume Malik took you in, judging from your behaviour the other day... to act like that was most noble."
Ryou gazed into the fire for a moment; it was a good sign from his mental state that he could still lie.
"He did… Though I knew he and Joker were together." He said huskily.
"So you were an extra in their relationship… A bit of fun perhaps? You know, Minstrel, those two have been together for years, and when I've seen one or the other they are most terribly protective of the other, very much in love… Do you love Joker, my pet?"
The vampire felt his stomach twinge, and it wasn't from lack of blood. Why was King saying these things? To break him mentally of course. So don't listen. But, Ryou thought, why would he feel this uncertainty even though he knew the real truth?
"I… suppose I do." He said very quietly, letting his eyes drop to the floor.
"Pity…" replied King, studying him intently. "You do realise he does not have the capacity to love you? That all he felt was the bond any vampire feels with his Sire."
"That's not true." Ryou hissed.
"I'm afraid it is, Minstrel." King said, in an unfortunate voice, "He loves Malik. And I know you know deep down, that the reason you gave yourself to me was to let those two be together, because you just got in their way."
A numb silence filled the room as Ryou took in the words. He couldn't believe the things this vile man was saying… He couldn't.
"But…" he said weakly, "He told me he loved me, they both did. I know that you're only telling me these things to break me down…"
"Oh but I'm not…" King said, sweetness in his voice, "If I wanted to "break" you, then I would have just left you. Uncertainty is much worse than either good or bad news, one would say. I just thought you may like to know a little about the character of the human you changed, and how he and Malik would put each other first above all else… Tell me, did you sleep with them?"
Ryou stared at him, an expression of hostility on his face, his belly churning at the revelations. Bakura and Malik had been together for years… Now he thought about it, should he have picked up on signs that they wanted to be with each other and not him? Perhaps… Perhaps he was better here, leaving them to it as King said…
"Shall we see how much longer you can go without hot blood?" King said briskly, bringing Ryou back down to Earth with a bump. The vampire couldn't help the blush that crept onto his cheeks at the intrusive question.
"Yes… I did." He said.
"Both of them?"
"…Yes." Ryou whispered.
"Minstrel… you do know that by Joker's standards, bedding a virgin is a game? He probably bragged to Malik, who had to have a taste as well. You shouldn't have given yourself to them, my pet, now who would want you? You're dirty and tainted."
The demon was silent. A lump had formed in his throat, which he swallowed. He couldn't believe this…
"They said they loved me…" he said in a hushed voice.
"Oh," King said softly, his voice full of false empathy. "Why did you believe them, my pet? They're just words… They were empty. Just like Joker and Malik… They are consumed by each other, and it was an unhappy coincidence- for you- that you fell into their lives… They didn't want you… They don't want you… Wouldn't they have made some effort to come and save you by now if you meant as much to them as you thought?"
The voice struck him deep. Ryou felt as though his chest had shattered, so large was the ache there at the betrayal. King was right… all of the points he had made seemed to make sense. The vampire knew he would have to stop thinking of the two in that way now, after all he was 'tainted'… Who would want him?
The quiet lingered and King let his head tip back, the smoke flowing around his cruel smirk at the hunched figure on the floor.
"It's alright, Minstrel… Trust no one but yourself and me…" he spoke, his voice low and hypnotic. "I'll be the one to give you fresh blood and a home… Say, you can sleep on the sofa behind you tonight if you want?"
Ryou heard the words through his numbness and felt himself nod. With an immense amount of effort and clinking of chains he dragged himself onto the soft cushions, facing away from the fire and feeling its heat on his wings. Although his mind was a complete mess right now, one thing repeated itself over and over: Bakura did not love him.
After an immeasurable period of time, Ryou felt himself coming back into the world of the awake. His body shifted slightly in the rich cushions, and his eyes were suddenly open. Remembering last night's conversation, he carefully lifted his head and let his eyes dart around the room. The chamber was certainly lighter, and there, over to his right, was King and a few men, seated around a dark wooded table littered with paper.
Ryou shook his head a little to clear his thoughts before drawing reserves of his strength to catch their conversation. Small fragments came to him… Import, export… The cost of things… Associates… Pleasure… His name.
As if on cue, the Royal's leader looked over to his pet, curled up on the deep pillows. He let a small smirk fix to his lips and turned to his guests.
"Talk of the devil, and he wakes!" He exclaimed, knowing Ryou would hear. The few men glanced over also, seeing the starved creature and laughed at King's statement. A few of them looked uncomfortable at the dark eyes fixed on them. They could not see his restraining chains. "I will see you all in half an hour then-" he continued, "for the evening's entertainment."
The vampire let a small wave of excitement cut through him at the thought of drinking. He watched warily as all but King left the room, filing out of the wooden door that was then clicked shut. The human walked over to the couch in an unhurried motion. He looked at Ryou and perched on the arm of the sofa, the furthest away from his bound hands, completely out of danger.
The room was quiet for a moment.
"Tell me, Minstrel," King said smoothly, "does my blood appeal to you?"
Ryou took a breath. All he could think of now was the hot liquid, though perhaps a little stronger from his sleep, he was still weak and he knew what would satisfy him.
"Of course…" the demon said softly. "I want it more than anything in the world right now…"
"Though perhaps just blood in general at this moment?"
"Perhaps…" Ryou contemplated, inhaling the Boss's aroma, "Though yours would not be bitter…" his mouth watered, fangs unconsciously bared, "Not sweet, but strong… I'm so hungry." He said quietly.
"So the distinction is very apparent?" King asked, a smirk on his lips at the torment he was providing.
"Oh yes." Ryou said, resting his head on the cushions and glancing at the sharp features, "Joker's was… Was like nothing I'd ever tasted. So good… Though anything would be appreciated now…"
"Did he taste you?"
"He did."
"And what did he say?"
"He said it was sweet… I think?" Ryou replied.
"It's a shame you'll never drink from him again. Though a good thing he'll never drink from you… he was probably using your taste for his own pleasure."
"Hmm…" The vampire mumbled, "It was an intimate thing though…"
"Minstrel, my dear," King began, shaking his head sadly, "intimacy and Joker are not compatible. It is now clear that he not only used you for your body, but also for your blood…"
The demon knew better than to argue. King was probably pointing out the truth anyway. The truth he'd been too blind to see. He posed a question:
"When will I be getting blood next?" he said tentatively. King smiled.
"In around forty five minutes. I must leave you now to get ready and meet the assembly. Lord will come and get you when it is time… I look forwards to seeing you then." The human nodded at the reclining demon and swept out of the room.
Ryou sighed. King was finally giving him food. He knew the Boss was playing the humble act, trying to win him over, and the vampire had to admit to himself that he was giving in. The time until the handler came passed slowly, and Ryou dipped in and out of consciousness until the hinges on the heavy door squeaked open.
The blindfold was not necessary in his weakened state, though Ryou now felt himself be freed from the chains as he was pushed into the large cage. He swayed slightly as he took in the surroundings: the men clamouring around the vertical bars, King seated on the right, a smirk on his face, and his victim, a human taller than he, whose blood screamed at Ryou to come and take it. The vampire took a breath and drew his reserved strength. Narrowing his eyes at the prey he took a sure step closer.
The man flashed hatred and fear from his eyes in the demon's direction and watched his advance carefully. The skinny body suddenly lunged at him, the white fangs snarling. Quickly he was there, sending his fist into the creature's head, he knocked the vampire to the floor.
Ryou felt the pain explode within his blank mind, and he attempted to roll over and get up. Another explosion and the man's boot shattered a couple of ribs, a cry of pain leaving his chapped lips. The man stepped forwards, towering over the curled up broken body with clenched fists.
Before the human could get another assault in, the vampire dragged himself off the floor and sent a blow to his chest, trying to see the target through blurry vision. Punches and kicks were sent by both, the human trying to kill or be killed and the demon desperate for blood.
A punch, and Ryou's white haired head connected with a steel bar and he collapsed onto the concrete with a hiss. Swiftly turning round, he saw the man coming at him and with a sickening crunch, the booted foot stamped on a black feathered wing, crushing the bones.
A scream ripped through him and his mind went into overload, rolling over, he briefly caught King's worried expression, and the crowd was suddenly quiet... He felt his body suddenly tense, finding an explosion of energy in his anger, he leapt onto the human, seeking his neck and viciously biting down. It was the man's turn to cry out at the sharp fangs punctured his blood vessel, trying to drag the vampire off him, only managing to tear his skin in the creature's hold. Ryou's eyes slid shut in bliss as the hot liquid spurted into his mouth, where he greedily drank it down.
The shaking and writhing of the prey seemed a distant thought as his hands held a clump of hair and human hand in restraint. The victim fell to his knees and the backwards, the crack of his head also unnoticed by Ryou, who felt his wounds finally healing in a comforting warmth, the plink of the bullet that had been embedded in his thigh hitting the floor, and bones straightening out. The vampire continued to drink until he found he could draw out no more. Pulling away briefly, he glanced down at the pale, dead face, before moving to the other side of the neck and drawing out the remaining dregs of blood.
With a contented sigh, he sat up, feeling his vampiric senses coming back in a pleasant rush, the hearing, sight and scent abruptly giving him a better idea of his surroundings and his body fixing itself completely. Still feeling as though he could drink some more, though feeling energised, he lay down on the floor, propping his head up on the body in the centre. Linking his fingers together over his stomach he gave a small, almost sadistic smirk.
Feeling a little sleepy from the warm blood heavy in his stomach, Ryou let his eyelids droop slightly and his mind wander. As it moved towards the direction of his lovers, a stab of pain hit him and he recoiled from the thoughts as though he'd been stung. So he listened instead to the hum of the voices around him, waiting for the meeting to be over so he could go back to the quiet of his less than comfortable cell. Perhaps an hour later, the men began to filter out of the room, and soon King was entering the cage with Lord and Paige.
"Did you enjoy that, Minstrel?" King asked, a cool smile on his face.
"Oh yes…" replied Ryou, dragging out his words and sitting up with a rather deadly look in his eyes.
"I am glad." The human said, "I wanted to stretch you a little, give you a bit of a fight as it were."
"The fight would have been better if I hadn't been so close to death." Ryou replied fearlessly, a new, cool shell forming around him.
"Perhaps… Though it does make the incentive all the better now, doesn't it?"
Ryou sniffed slightly and stood, stretching out his thin body.
"Though Minstrel, I have just one small activity planned for you this evening, if you'd be so kind?"
The vampire let a bored expression cross his face, though inside he wandered what it was.
"Yes, that's fine." He responded.
"Excellent. Shall we?"
At that signal, Lord came forward to Ryou's outstretched hands and chained them up. Following King, the group headed out of the room and down the familiar corridor past the vampire's room. They bypassed this and kept walking, feet loud on the stone floor. King halted outside a door and turned to them both.
"I have a few associates who have been just dying to meet you, my pet." He said silkily.
Ryou gave a small smirk. More blood? He couldn't think of anything better.
King pushed the door open into a room much resembling a bed chamber. The tall stone walls were hung with sheets of dark coloured fabric and the floor with thick rugs. A large bed was against the adjacent wall. The room was lit by lamps, casting a shadowy light which complemented that from the moon peeking in the high barred window.
A group of four men were seated in armchairs in the corner of the room. They stood when they noticed the arrival and turned to the group with smirks on their lips. Ryou felt a small prickle of fear up his spine, but he shook it off.
King nodded at the handlers before going over to greet his guests. Ryou allowed himself to be taken over to the bed and laid down. He glanced up at Lord in confusion as the keeper pulled his hands into the grip of chains attached to the bed.
"Lord?" he whispered. The handler inclined his head but did not look up from his work. "You know you can trust me enough to stay here… It's better than my cell. I don't mind waiting until their meeting's finished. I will not attack..."
Lord gave him a small, unfortunate smile.
"This isn't your bed." He answered quietly, "They-" he was cut off by King's appearance at his elbow.
"Can we begin?" He enquired. Lord nodded his response, a grim expression on his face.
Ryou frowned as the handler and his assistant left the room and King and the men gathered around his bound form. He glanced down and tried to shift slightly. His ankles and wrists were shackled to thick chains which pulled him out into a spread eagle position. He narrowed his eyes at the assembly and tensed.
"Gentlemen, I'm sure you all know of Minstrel, my resident vampire." King began, placing a hand on Ryou's tangled white haired head. "During your meeting with him, I ask that you refrain from too much violence as blood loss seriously weakens him." The demon felt a bubble of fear appear in his chest. He tested the bonds carefully. "Other than that, and the few other points I outlined earlier, feel free to have fun with my pet."
"May I say, on behalf of all of us, thank you for your generosity." One of the men bumbled.
King bowed his head slightly.
"You are welcome. Though remember: any serious damage and you'll probably find yourselves at Minstrel's mercy instead of the other way around. Also keep away from his face… as you know, he bites" He said lightly, and the men laughed awkwardly. "Anyway, I shall see you later, gentlemen."
Another smile and King left the room. Ryou followed his progress with his gaze before snapping it back to the men around him. Two were overweight and another borderline thus, though all had the same, hungry looks on their faces. He gave them all a look that could freeze blood.
"He's a pretty one, isn't he?" One remarked.
"I'm definitely going to enjoy this." Another said, shrugging off his jacket and pulling a slender knife from his pocket.
"Alright, if you go first, we'll wait our turn." The first said. There was a muttering of agreement.
"Yeah… Don't worry I won't rough him up too bad." The man replied, leering at the chained vampire.
Ryou growled as the mattress sunk and the man kneeled up onto the bed, shifting to be between his legs. His growl intensified at the human reached out and touched his ripped jean clad thighs and squeezed. Trying to wriggle away from the other, he just came up against his restraints with a clattering of chains. The man's smirk just widened and he ran his clammy hands over the creamy skin of Ryou's blood-spattered stomach and up his protruding ribs.
"Beautiful…" The man muttered. Ryou took an intake of breath.
Coloured memories flashed over his eyes: Bakura in the morning, smiling at him and kissing him tenderly on the forehead, the time Malik woke and the very first thing he said. Marik laughing at him and running a hand through his long snowy hair…
He gasped as he came back into the cool room, the man suddenly cupping his crotch. He felt the fear and emotion swell inside him- this was only for him and his lovers, not anyone else.
Growling at the man, who gave him no heed, and continued to massage the vampire's member through his jeans. A flash of pain and one of the others had produced a knife and cut down his side. As if in a daze, he watched his ruby blood spill out of the tear after a moment's pause. The men exchanged mutterings of wonder as the white skin knitted itself together and became smooth once more.
A few more cuts drew hisses from the vampire, whose heart was beating faster and faster. Then something that made him jerk. The man between his legs had his own knife in hand and laid it against the skin of his inner thigh. Giving the demon an excited smirk, he jerked the cool blade outwards, ripping the material. In a matter of minutes, the fabric was in shreds on the floor.
Ryou shut his eyes in shame as his body was exposed in front of the men. He felt like breaking down, but knew he had to stay strong and put on a dangerous front. His eyelids flew open again at the man abruptly grasping his cock and pumping it vigorously. He let out a groan of pain and despair, trying not to let his body respond to this act that he wanted none but Bakura, Malik or Marik to perform.
He attempted to move but found that the bonds would not let him, the sight of the man pulling off his lower garments sending fear to his core. Narrowing his eyes and letting out a sharp snarl as the grinning man once more settled between his legs, Ryou tried to ignore the other men watching.
"You ready for me, vampire?" the man said roughly, pressing the head of his straining length against Ryou's opening.
Said vampire said nothing, just gave him a look of utter disgust. He could not keep his silence for long. With a look of delight, the human grasped the slim hips and thrust forwards, dragging a strangled cry of pain from Ryou. He shoved himself in a few more times until he was completely embedded in the demon.
"Ahh… Guys, he is so tight…" he groaned. The others looked on greedily. Lifting his head the man smirked at the creature, who was trying to mask the huge pain on his face. "…So tight."
He pulled out and thrust back in, and Ryou felt something inside him tear and the pain become immeasurable. His body desperately tried to heal itself, but was countered by every harsh shove from the intruding organ. Letting out cries and hisses of pain, Ryou lay helplessly, trying to stop the memories flickering over his eyes.
The first time with Bakura, full of lust, passion, Malik and his expert hands- a perfect team with Marik. They tried to stop the pain, he wanted them now. Now. He needed them so badly. He felt limp, the loss and anguish crashing down on him harder than any of the abuser's thrusts of pain.
The man's breathing was getting harsher, his shoves into the slender body more powerful. He let out groans and pants of pleasure as the blood from inside the vampire assisted him. After a few more torturous minutes, he let loose, shooting his seed into the battered body. Ryou met the unwanted heat with a disgusted expression, arching his back as the man withdrew.
His vampiric body barely had a chance to heal the internal injuries before another man had taken the first's place, smirking down at him. The piggy gaze drank in the extremely thin body, whose chest was rising and falling rapidly. The dark chocolate eyes filled with hate and pain, glowering at him from under the unruly white hair that spilled over his shoulders. The black wings were awkward on his slender back and stood out against the white bed sheets.
Ryou cried out again as the man ripped his way into him, once more enduring the brutal treatment of being taken against his will.
Lord waited outside the chamber, trying to block out the snarling cries from within. Sure enough, the men soon came out, nodding their heads in his direction with huge smirks on their faces. Taking a deep breath, the handler entered the room to the strong scent of sex and blood. He hadn't agreed with this from the very day King mentioned the idea. Though to disagree with King was like pulling the trigger of the gun at your head yourself.
He knew that the only reason for this treatment of the vampire was a complete mental breakdown.
While in his briefing with the Boss, he had been told that the demon had managed to keep his personality during his time with them, and it had been strengthened with the arrival of the new vampire, Joker. Unfortunately, this had culminated in an escape, and King was keen not to let that happen again, as it had cost him dearly to replace the lost white haired male. So this: a horrific, painful trial, aiming to strip the vampire of his sanity, so making him cooperative for King's means.
He walked purposefully over to the bed. The slender creature was completely still. His blank dark eyes were unfocused and half-shut. Lord would've thought him dead had it not been for the rise and fall of his chest.
The handler bent down and reached under the bedstead, pulling out a small bucket of water and a pile of new sheets. He dipped a cloth into the water, knowing that is was freezing, but not being able to do much about it. Almost with care he cleaned the vampire's skin, attempting to get it relatively clean.
Ryou did not move while this was happening, apart from the slight shivers at the cool liquid. He registered Lord tugging the sheets from under him, lifting him partially up to replace them with fresh crisp ones. Finally the keeper placed a crimson silken cloth over his lower body, the gold thread that embroidered the pattern scratching his skin slightly.
Not a moment too soon, and the door swung open. King swept into the room as Lord removed all remnants of the evening's activities from sight.
"Thank you Lord, you can leave us now." He said coolly, and the other bowed his head, leaving for the second time that night.
The slender man swept his eyes over the body, looking over the flawless chest and stomach to where the silk covered his hips and intimate area. He sat down on the side of the bed, and there was a moment of silence.
"Do you feel used, Minstrel?" He asked smoothly, his black eyes locked on the downcast hazelnut pair. There was no reply from the other. "… Do you feel violated, Minstrel?"
The vampire swallowed and finally met King's eyes, nothing but pain held in his gaze. The human meticulously tugged the shirt sleeves down slightly from inside the cuffs of his dark blue jacket, his silver cufflinks glinting in the dim room.
"Rape is rather a vile thing, I'm sure you will agree." The boss began. "…Though how those men can have so little respect as to not only take you against your will, but also see each other dirty themselves, rolling in their own bodily fluids, makes me feel quite astounded at those parts of the human race… Nevertheless, my dear pet, somehow, and by some means not unknown to me, people pay to lower themselves… They pay to ruin their minds and bodies. And I admit that I take advantage of that… Though the difference between me and many other greedy people is that I admit that this power and knowledge of ruin is pleasurable, I do not try and pretend I am doing people a favour... Here I am not doing you a favour… I am ruining you. Though you…" Here King reached out and carefully ran a hand over Ryou's white hair. "…You are a magnificently fascinating creature."
The drug baron retracted his hand and instead reached down to place his fingers on the silver chain that still hung around Ryou's neck.
"Eternal life…" He noted, holding the little ankh in his palm. "Does this mean a lot to you Minstrel?" When there was no answer, the human continued. "I assume not-" and he went to undo the necklace at the clasp. Ryou seemed to be dragged back to reality by this and let out a soft growl. King finally looked pleased he'd got the other to respond. "It does? Well I can't have you clinging on to useless memories when you are so unwanted now, can we?"
Ryou only struggled half-heartedly as King removed his only piece of jewellery, watching the chain disappear into the breast pocket with a silent tear finally sliding down his cheek.
"You know, Minstrel," he said softly, "Even if Joker or Malik do come to get you out, they would never want you now… You're dirty, used and of no interest to them- they only like what is clean and new- you are neither."
Ryou let out a small sob at the words and squeezed his eyes shut. The other continued in his hypnotic, icy smooth voice.
"Get used to this, my pet, as this will be your life from now on… You are a slave to me, only useful for entertainment and pleasure. The sooner you realise this, the sooner you will appreciate that being a used for these things is better than the emotional torment the other two would have put you through… Forget them, Minstrel. Let them mean nothing to you, as you meant nothing to them."
Until Next Time..
Well.. That was quiet heavy, but I hope you enjoyed the story anyway!
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Scarlett.x
