Love me so Tender
Ancient Egypt Arc
A Chiba-kun and starrrrii story!


Hi guys! First term of the school year is finally done and over with. Ergo, I should have more time to fix this story and update my other story with Chiba-kun. My new post for THAT story is late again which makes me so sad. So Chiba-kun, if you're reading this, yes I'm procrastinating but on the upside, I have one sentence written out? Yeah, I suck. T_T

This chapter would make the readers hate Zorc to the highest degree. I just see it now.

Oh! I would like to thank the other readers who placed this story in their favorite list. It means a lot to know that you enjoy the story even though you do not review the story. It also makes me happy to see the traffic of this story. I'm just really happy, period? Since you guys made me so happy, I'm submitting a new chapter even if it has not been a week yet! ;3

I cannot say that this is a chapter that you should enjoy but I really liked the touching Ryou and Bakura part at the end. You can rush to the last few paragraphs if you do not like smut. We do not own Yu-gi-oh! or any of the characters. If we did, Bakura would call Ryou 'Yadonushi-sama' at every frame. :3 If you thought Zorc was a bitch, then you should see what Marik does in this chapter. :|

Chapter Warnings: Bloodplay, Smut, Rape


Chapter 29: Punishment

Ryou gasped, seeing Marik once again. He was sure that he was not going to see the Egyptian's darker half until he had to stand in front of Osiris and his scales. His heart leapt in its place as he glanced at the Egyptian, clutching on the thief's red robe. It was those stupid eyes that made the boy feel even weaker- if that was possible. The boy closed his eyes tightly as he felt his tongue graze his cheek, causing him to gasp. The boy's cheeks flushed, still afraid of what Marik could do to him. A shudder ran down his spine as he took a side-glance at Marik. This was the person that took everything away from Ryou. This was the person that Ryou loathed the most.

Every second of watching Ryou get touched by Marik made Bakura grow more and more angry. The thief's fists tightened even more to show how obviously he was trying to restrain himself, or perhaps how much he was fighting to break out of this weird paralysis that the dark lord had caused. He couldn't fight against Zorc even if he wanted to: it was too risky. But whether he fought or not, Bakura was unknowingly opening up some new cuts on his palms by digging his nails in too hard. Had he not just told Ryou that he would never allow anyone to touch the boy again? But now he couldn't help it; he was powerless and being forced to watch this; that was all that could be said.

The dark lord let out a soft chuckle, his right arm resting on the thief's back as he pressed part of his lips against the thief's ear. "Apparently, our little boy is indeed a masochist. From what Marik told me, the boy has a way with words and from what I just witnessed a while ago, I would not be surprised as to why Marik actually took him from you," he whispered while running a finger against the thief's wounds. The dark lord knew that the thief had grown accustomed to the pain and somewhat felt a sick and twisted pleasure of inflicting and receiving pain; however, Ryou was somewhat different. The boy was certainly intriguing. The dark lord urged the other Egyptian to move out of place before sitting next to Ryou. "Let me just try something," he whispered before licking along the pale boy's cheek

Zorc then proceeded to doing something else. Grabbing a knife, he placed it against the boy's neck. Ryou was shaking but he knew better than to push the dark lord away. The boy knew that he had to be in Zorc's favor in order to stay with Bakura and this was just a small price to pay. The dark lord pressed the blade against the pale boy's skin, before drawing a straight line. A small amount of blood poured out as the boy moaned in pleasure. The mere reaction made the dark lord very amused as he created another cut and yet again, the reaction was the same. Even if the boy looked so tired and yet so innocent, Ryou wanted more pain. Maybe it was because the boy already developed a strong resistance against the pain but this was just ridiculous. The dark lord glanced at the boy before noticing that the boy was already squirming in delight. He frowned before walking away from him, leaving the boy panting and in the brink of insanity.

The anger that Bakura felt was beginning to overwhelm him - he could feel that dark presence in his mind again that he normally would relate to Zorc. It made sense; the god was back, so naturally he would probably be affecting the thief in some way. He just hadn't been expecting this - to suddenly be trying to suppress a shudder caused by the dark lord. Bakura's eyes narrowed, but not in a threatening way - it was subtle, but this was a way of him showing pleasure. And with the hand that was on his back, pressing against his wounds... it nearly made the thief shiver in delight. But he was able to hold it back enough that anyone watching wouldn't notice. Since Zorc was touching him, however, the small tremble would be unmistakable.

Thankfully, the god seemed to be more preoccupied with his own thoughts and made his way towards Ryou. Bakura wanted so badly to lash out and take his Hikari away from Marik before anything worse could happen to him, but he knew he couldn't defy his god. And besides that, there was sick sense of curiosity the thief felt. What would Zorc do? Would he please Ryou in the way that Marik was trying to, or would he just hurt the boy? Bakura didn't dare say it out loud for fear that it may happen, but there was a part of him that wanted to see the boy twisting and writhing in pain (not in a malicious way, however). It had always been a sick fascination that Bakura had possessed but never acted on.

"Bakura-sama," he whispered, hating his body as of the moment. He hated having Bakura there while he was squirming in delight in the hands of another. In Ryou's perspective, he must have looked pretty pathetic, acting that way with the dark lord. He hated having these kinds of reaction. And most of all, he hated that he actually enjoyed it. There was something uncomfortably arousing about watching his Yadonushi be stimulated like this. Bakura had to swallow lightly to try and regain his composure, but his mind was wandering. And even when Zorc was trying to please the boy, it was Bakura that Ryou called out for. It made the thief smirk, but instantly he went back to his detached facade when he noticed the dark god coming back towards him.

Soon enough it seemed Bakura was rewarded for his patience with arms being wrapped around him and a blade being pressed into his skin. He hissed slightly, closing his eyes almost as if in concentration. "Why don't you press harder, my Lord?" The thief asked, voice quivering slightly with his growing arousal. He was smirking again, suddenly, glancing at Zorc out of the corner of his eyes. "You cut Ryou so much deeper..."

"It looks like your little love slave does respond to pain quite well. He already has an erection after just a few small cuts. I do commend him for moaning out YOUR name even if I was the one granting him pleasure. Well, I guess he would learn that he has to worship me above you," the dark lord's eyes flashed dangerously at the thief king, his grip tightening around the tomb robber. "I am the only god here."

Bakura had barely noticed what was going on; Marik's actions may not have even happened for the Thief King. Even the Egyptian's voice sounded distant to him - only one thing was surfacing in his mind, and that was the dark god. "The only God..." He repeated; voice distant as if Bakura wasn't even thinking about it anymore. Marik tensed up even more, knowing what was coming next. Bakura's unfocused eyes turned to meet Ryou's. "Yes... you are the only God. My God - Our God."

As it may have sounded, the dark being did as he was told by simply deepening the cuts. At every cut, the dark lord would glide against the scarred skin and automatically, it would heal. Zorc was still a mystic being after all- and healing was simply an easy feat for the death bringer. Seth's eyes were deep silver in color, a color that signified that he was under the influence of the dark lord. He looked at the pale Hikari on the bed, noticing that he was squirming even more than ever the moment Marik's hands slipped in between his thighs. "It looks like your Yadonushi truly loves pain. Maybe I should let you have your fun with him, seeing that positivereaction," he whispered, gesturing to the bulge in the thief king's garments. The thief king's body was totally exposed after all- save for the black shorts that hugged tightly around the thief's waist. The dark lord then gave the thief the blade before getting the Millennium Rod. He grinned lightly, discarding the sheath of the item and showing the blade concealed beneath it.

Bakura had figured out the game that Zorc was playing. Having Marik here only added to the fun, it seemed. He ignored the fact that said Egyptian was licking at Ryou's neck sensually. "Mmm, Yadonushi..." Marik breathed. Using that title was another jab at Bakura, but Marik found the name actually suited Ryou. "Is it really Bakura that makes you squirm like this? Or is it just the idea that someone is willing to give you what you want?" He kissed down the length of the boy's neck to his shoulder and nipped at the skin, drawing a small amount of blood. He didn't bite down to leave a mark yet, more intent on simply opening the skin than marking it. Of course the Egyptian licked up the pooling red liquid, giving a small satisfied laugh at the taste. His one hand travelled down Ryou's side to trace over his leg, stopping when it reached his inner thigh. Marik rubbed gentle circles for a moment; then began to scratch at the sensitive flesh with the intent of releasing yet another small amount of blood. It was sensually painful.

"Hm, are you willing to wait for your precious Bakura to please you...? Or would you rather I just did it now? It would be so easy... all I have to do is move my hand and I'll be touching you where you want to be touched." Another small laugh and a flick of the tongue against Ryou's bleeding neck. He kept his eyes trained on Bakura and Zorc the entire time, as if waiting for more instructions or permission to go even further than he already was.

At the dark lord's words, Marik's grip on Ryou tightened imperceptibly. His eyes had narrowed, but the only person that might have noticed was Ryou, because the Thief King and the Dark God were too absorbed in each other to really be paying attention to Marik. Though it had been Zorc that brought him back, and he had promised the god his loyalty in return, Marik could not accept that this was the only god. He still felt more attached to the Sun God Ra, oddly enough, but he kept silent about it. After all, it had been Ra that had fought beside him and accepted him as its first master. At least until the damned Pharaoh got involved... Ra had been his god. He was more than willing to do whatever Zorc asked of him, but the dark lord's words set him at unease.

The boy was squirming, his hand pressed against his mouth. 'W-What was that sound,'he thought as he arched his back, feeling the soft caress on his inner thighs. He hated being touched by the tan person beside him and yet, feeling the rough fingers against his soft inner thighs. A moan escaped from his lips once more as tears started to trickle down his cheeks. He could feel the heat rush to his cheeks and his whole body at the same time. He looked at his thief king, watching them as the dark lord pulled the thief king towards the boy. The other two had blades at hands, making the boy's eyes widen in fear. "B-Bakura-sama," he whispered, watching the dark lord parted his thighs even more. His lower lip quivered the moment he felt the tip of the Millennium Rod against his inner thighs. "K-Kura!" he exclaimed, feeling the creation of a cut on his inner thighs. His body shivered, bucking his hips towards the blade to create a deeper cut. His body was tired and bruised and yet, having the dark lord open him up like this was simply divine (as ironic as it may sound).

The moment a few deep cuts were created on the boy's inner thighs, Seth left the bed only to have the thief king take his place. "Go on ahead, Akefia. I know that you get a twisted pleasure when the boy writhes like this. You do know that you have to share your treasures to us," he cooed before pressing the thief king against the boy. In truth, the dark lord was actually amused by the situation. The boy was slowly getting corrupted- both physically and mentally. It was obvious that the boy was easy to seduce and it was easy to satisfy his lust. Maybe, this innocent kid could be their key against the pharaoh. The dark lord created a cut on the thief's back, licking the crimson liquid that would trickle down from it. "The boy's blood tastes sweet but I still prefer your blood. You told me before that this boy is actually friends with the pharaoh's host, am I right? Then maybe, we use that as our advantage. The High Priest can get us back inside the palace but we need to plan this carefully."

Bakura listened to Zorc's words carefully, smirking at them as if finding it amusing. "Of course," he whispered. He really did not want to share Ryou at all, but what choice did he have? And what the dark lord said was true anyway. He did get that twisted pleasure just seeing Ryou like this... and having someone else because it was almost as arousing as Bakura doing it himself. Now he actually got to watch without thinking about how to keep this going. It felt so strange, so dirty... but as reluctant as he was to admit it, Bakura very much enjoyed this. What he enjoyed more, however, was actually being the one to please Ryou himself. Bakura took the knife with a smirk before turning his gaze on to his Hikari. His eyes were narrowed in a sort of devious leer: It looked like he was planning something.

The thief moved to kneel in front of his Hikari at the dark lord's urging. The blade of the knife was pressed to Ryou's collarbone and dragged down slowly. Bakura watched as a steady stream of blood trickled down to Ryou's chest. Instead of licking it up like he may have wanted to, the thief just found it more entertaining to gaze at the marks being left and the blood that hadn't been consumed. It was odd in that Ryou's body looked like some twisted work of art, something that only the three dark beings in the room would likely appreciate. And even as he gazed at his light counterpart, the thief arched his back, feeling similar cuts opening up on his back and then something lapping up the excess blood. "Y-yes," he hissed, though whether it was in response to Zorc's words or the pleasure he was creating was hard to tell.

Ryou was simply writhing in pleasure, groaning and moaning. Sounds of immense pleasure would slip through his lips once in a while but he kept his hand pressed firmly against his lips. He did not want this and yet, he also enjoyed it- or at least, his body did. "M-Marik..." he whispered the moment he felt the tan hands on him once more. He hated his own reactions and the tears that were brimming reflected that desperation. He did not like it when he was this desperate and yet, it was as if his body was moving on its own accord. "P-Please... M-Mariku... B-Bakura... Z-Zorc-sama," he whispered, earning a grin from the dark lord. Marik couldn't help but laugh at the way Ryou and his darkness were squirming. He pulled the boy into his lap and watched as Bakura and Zorc continued their own respective work. When Bakura finally began to lick up some stray trails of blood from Ryou's shoulder, Marik mimicked the thief on the other side. But that wasn't nearly satisfying enough for Marik; he wished to join in on feeling the pain as well. Despite only being here because of the dark lord, it was still himself that the Egyptian looked out for the most. He would do as he was told but only for the pleasure it would grant him.

A chill ran down his spine when Ryou begged for him. "Did you hear that, Bakura?" He hissed, smirking at the thief smugly. "It's not only you that he calls out for. You think it's you that the boy wants? It isn't. All he wants is pleasure... you're as much a toy for him as he is for you." He chuckled darkly, eyes still on the thief king's narrowed ones. Bakura remained silent since his mouth was being put to better use, but the venom in his stare was unmistakable. In his mind, he simply thought, I'll kill you for that.But there was still a part of him that almost believed Marik. Why else would Ryou call out for someone else like that?

Zorc's tongue would constantly lick the thief's back before licking the thief's ear. "It looks like your Yadonushi is in desperate need for attention. Such a naughty host you have, Bakura," he whispered before biting his ear. Ryou lifted his head, his lips pressing against his hand even more, "Please... Please hurt me," he whispered, another hand gripping on Marik's shirt.

"Hurt you? I'd be happy to, Yadonushi." Bakura's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Marik's voice. The Egyptian whispered something to Ryou suddenly so that Bakura could not hear, taking time to harshly bite the shell of the boy's ear. He guided the boy's hands to come around him and grip onto him harder, beneath his shirt so that he could feel the boy's nails digging into his skin. The sting was pleasant, but it still wasn't enough. He gestured to Zorc, silently asking for the Millennium Rod, and when he got it, he gestured towards the thief king with the Millennium Rod.

"Hm, look at this, Yadonushi," Marik whispered. He leaned in close to Ryou. He showed the boy the Millennium Rod, which he was gripping tightly by its blade. Blood could be seen dripping from Marik's closed palm. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you what the Millennium Rod can do. If you don't want me to use it on you..." He gestured to Bakura again, laughing darkly. The thief king was currently too distracted with Zorc to overhear what was being said, but Marik waved the rod again anyway and watched as Bakura's eyes dulled a bit. The thief didn't stop moving, but now he wouldn't be able to hear what was being said about him. "You could do anything you want, you know. I simply have to give him the command and he will become completely submissive..." Even Marik couldn't deny how deliciously crazy the idea of a completely submissive Bakura was. It just went so far against the thief's nature. He laughed, loving the thought of it.

At this point, the Egyptian looked up at the dark lord; hoping said god would understand what he was trying to say. Really, he was surprised that Zorc hadn't thought about this sooner. "Of course, I can sever the ties between him and myself easily without killing him afterwards... unless you would rather let him free now. But then again..." His gaze shifted once more to the thief king. "He seems to be just so good at pleasing his host... maybe I'd like a bite for myself."

By now, the boy's cheeks were wet due to the tears that would not stop falling. He hated himself for feeling this way- for feeling this aroused by another's touch and yet, he knew that it was different. Bakura's touches were rough, yes, but they had emotions surging through them. Bakura loved him and it displayed in his actions. Ryou groaned when he was placed on the tomb keeper's lap, his breathing ragged and hitched. His nails dug into the tomb keeper's skin before his hands discarded the other's shirt in the process. Confusion-filled eyes stared at the lavender ones before Ryou began nipping on the other's neck. His body was moving on its own as he pushed Marik to the bed, his hands reaching for the Millennium Rod. The boy's eyes looked down at Marik, his eyes filled with confusion, doubt, hurt, but most prominently, lust. Ryou's eyes narrowed down at him before grabbing he item from Marik, his smirk growing more sinister by the second.

"Release Bakura from the magic. I like him when he's feisty," the dark lord muttered before grabbing the blade and angling it so that it was touching the thief's neck. By now, the dark lord was straddling the thief king's waist, a leg on either side of him. His tongue trailed down to the thief's collarbone, leaving a bite mark here and there. Ryou's body was shaking lightly, his heart turning in both disgust and hurt from the way Zorc was marking Bakura. The thief was his thief but Ryou knew from the start that he could never have said thief king. His body and soul belonged to the evil lord and he could not do anything about it. He pinned Marik to the bed, lower lip quivering in regret of what he was about to do. His body was moving due to the dark lord, yes, but the boy also wanted comfort. He wanted to be rid of this jealousy that he was feeling. He wanted to forget Bakura even for just a while and here was the tomb keeper, sprawled out just for him. The boy needed comfort and Marik was more than willing to give him the pseudo-comfort that he needed. With that, Ryou pressed the blade of the Millennium Rod against the tomb keeper's neck and creating a large gash from the side of his neck to the keeper's shoulder. Blood poured out and the boy simply lapped up the red liquid, groaning slightly at the taste.

Bakura was breathing heavily, eyes hazy and half-lidded as he watched what Ryou was doing with Marik. He couldn't deny anymore just how much he enjoyed watching the two of them, and there had always been something about Marik's Yami that had appealed to the thief king, but this... this was too much for him. Psychotic, hateful tendencies aside, Bakura completely hated the other dark being. Especially now that he was saying these things and taking his Hikari from him...

Said Egyptian grinned as he was pushed back down against the bed. "What are you going to do to me?" He asked, excitement shining through his dark, husky tone quite clearly. His normally narrowed eyes widened with glee when he felt his neck get slashed. That delicious feeling of pain overwhelmed him and he laughed. "I didn't think you could be so rough, boy!" He exclaimed. He was practically writhing in pleasure already at the sting of the boy's tongue against his cut. "I'm going to enjoy playing with you!"

At that, Bakura looked over at what was going on. Rage welled up inside him once more, but the dark lord was there to distract him once again. He bit back a moan at the feel of hands massaging him, shutting his eyes tight and trying to deny that he wanted this. He wanted Ryou, not the dark god in Seth's body. But as the case seemed to be lately, Bakura had no choice. Against his will, he thrust his hips upward into that touch, wanting more, just so that this could be over with. He didn't like hearing Ryou and Marik, and he Ryou would want to know how much his thief was enjoying this. But he couldn't help but scream when he felt Zorc entering him. Something about this was just so wrong, and yet in a way it made the thief king feel complete - like he was already starting to get what he had desired for so long. It was power that he could feel, coming from the dark lord and his own seeming to seep away. Now, Bakura supposed, he truly was the servant of the dark god.

Clothes were immediately discarded on the floor; three tanned men around the pale Hikari. He choked the moment he held down a sob, feeling the dark lord's finger's caressing his cheek. "Don't worry too much, Bakura. The boy is just acting according to what his body's saying," he muttered, hating the fact that he was being tender. He pulled the boy close, looking in to Ryou's eyes before pulling him in a passionate kiss. The kiss was just a distraction for him to fully control the boy, of course. Most likely, the boy would end up trashing about the moment Marik takes him so safety precautions must be made. The dark lord pulled away before returning to his place on top of the thief king. He gazed at the erect member, massaging it in between his fingers. "You're as naughty as your host, Akefia. Don't take this against the boy, thief king. He's already in... heat, shall we say," he whispered before taking his own length in his hands.

The dark lord guided himself near the thief king's entrance, grinning lightly as he looked down at his face. The usually composed thief king was now beneath him and ready for the taking. He smirked at the thief king before entering him fully, groaning at the tightness. The hole itself was tight but due to their recent activities, it was still bit slippery inside so it was not that hard for him to maneuver his way within the thief king. He grinned at the thief king before creating a huge gash on his chest, crimson blood oozing from the cut. The dark lord found himself rather amused and with the thief being submissive and yet still fiery in bed. He grabbed a spare cloth and then tied it around the base of the thief's length in order to prevent him from releasing for now. The dark lord bit down hard on the thief's ear before shoving within him. Ryou's eyes were wide open with both fear and fascination, getting aroused at the sight of his thief king being dominated like that. The sounds coming from him were a mixture of sounds that he just heard and new ones as well.

"Louder, Akefia. Your Yadonushi's watching you intently. Put up a good show for him," he cooed, his movements getting rougher after every thrust. The boy wrapped his arms around Marik's neck, burying his face on the crook of his neck. He did not want to see the look on Bakura's face but the moment he groaned out in pleasure; Ryou could not help but to moan softly in tune as well. "M-Marik," he whispered, gripping on the tomb keeper's upper arms. He was on Marik's lap once more, their lengths pressing against each other every time the boy would move. His eyes locked eyes with the tomb keeper, his cheeks flushed due to the heat. "M-Mariku..." he cooed once more, but this time, there was a certain sense of sensuality in his voice- as if he was indirectly seducing the tomb keeper. The dark lord could only smirk in amusement, groaning as he drove in deeper; his hands massaging the thief's wounded chest. "Looks like your Yadonushi can't hold back as well."

The King of Thieves gritted his teeth and growled, already realizing that the same tactic he had just used on Ryou was now being used against him. He pushed back against the evil god, taking him in deeper but never once asking for more. One did not simply ask something from their god without offering something in return, especially with one like Zorc. He reached up and gripped tightly to the High Priest's shoulders, pulling him to move at another angle. He was angry with himself for being reduced to this, but he couldn't deny his body the pleasure it was seeking from Zorc. Bakura growled and cried out, deciding to be obedient to what Zorc asked of him. If the dark god wanted him to be louder, he couldn't defy that order.

Marik looked away from the scene in front of him shortly after the dark god had entered his servant's body. He had no interest in them for the time being - he may have wanted a taste of a more submissive Bakura, but evidently that was not going to happen any time soon. It wasn't even that Marik felt attracted to Bakura: there was a hint of lust, sure, but the tomb keeper felt that towards everyone at some point or another. What he really desired was the chance to hurt both Bakura and his host in an entirely new way. If he took Ryou, he would damage Bakura, but if he took the thief... that could possibly break the boy that was currently in his arms. But Zorc seemed to be doing a good enough job of that already. He looked back at the Ryou at the sound of the boy's deep tone, smirking darkly at him. "Yes... I know what you want now. I'm all too happy to give it to you, Yadonushi. Now, turn around. On your knees."

He waited until Ryou positioned himself, then took the Millennium Rod back from him and pressed it to the boy's back. He carved a few marks into the boy's skin that everyone in this room but Ryou himself would recognize. They were simple glyphs that had a simple meaning. "This will be the second time I've had you," Marik hissed before sharply entering Ryou. He took firm hold of the boy's hips and dug his nails in. Without even waiting for consent, as Bakura might have, the Egyptian began moving in and out of Ryou at an already rough pace. He had no sense of delicacy, and besides, the boy seemed to both like and want it rough right now.

"R-Ryou..." Marik's eyes wandered to where Bakura was lying beneath the dark lord. Said thief's eyes were half-lidded and glazed over, his lips parted slightly and blood still trailing out from his mouth. The Egyptian smirked at the thief as if rubbing it in that he was the one taking Bakura's precious Yadonushi, gloating about how weak the thief's voice sounded and how helpless he was to change anything right now. Truly, this was the perfect victory. Even as Zorc continued thrusting into and out of Bakura, the thief watched what was going on with Ryou, rage only building in spite of the pleasure he was feeling.

Ryou's lower half was raised towards the Egyptian, his shoulder and chest making contact with the mattress. His head was tilted in an awkward position while his hands simply lay helplessly to the side. The moment the Egyptian entered him, the boy groaned, wincing at the slight pain. Marik was just slightly smaller in comparison to the thief king but the size still hurt. His eyes looked at Bakura, groans of pleasure emitting more from him in comparison to the both of them. His body was trembling, tears continuously falling from his eyes. He did not want it to end this way nor did he want to be taken by someone else. At the same time, such act could not be considered as rape for his body was still enjoying the act. His hips would buck towards Marik in a helpless attempt to meet him halfway only to have the tomb keeper slam within him once more. What they were doing surely felt empty- as if they were just in it for the pleasure and although the boy's length was aching with need, he knew that there was only one person that he wanted.

The moment he heard his name called, he weakly looked at the thief king. Bakura was reduced to a disheveled mess as the dark lord continuously took advantage of him. He moved so that they were already near each other, his hand finding the thief king's hand. He looked up at the dark lord, seemingly asking for permission. By now, the High Priest's body was shaking with bliss as he pushed harder at every time. 'It'll be alright,'he told the thief king through their mind link. Their fingers interlaced before the small boy took the cloth that was restraining the thief's shaft. Ryou's vision was slowly fading, whimpering at the painful movements that Marik was making. His body bruised from the tight grip Marik had on hip but as of that moment, Ryou felt as if the only people in the room was him and Marik. His other hand grazed against the sensitive need, his tongue leaving his mouth as it started to massage the thief's length. The boy knew that the other two would simply think of this act as another 'kink' that Ryou had but in truth, he just wanted to let his thief know that the connection was still there.

In contrast to what the dark lord was doing, Ryou was softly worshiping the other's length. His tongue would flick slowly while his hand would slowly graze against the skin. From the looks of it, neither of the submissive white haired boys was going to hold it in for long. Ryou then took the other's length in his mouth, softly sucking on the other's length. Ryou would whimper and moan softly as he was sucking on his length but at the same time, the white haired boy tried his best to remain composed. He was not as loud as he was and it was something that he knew Bakura would be unhappy about. "Hmmm... You and your host are mine. Marik is also my faithful servant. We will plunge the world into darkness and we shall make a new world!" the dark lord exclaimed before laughing insanely. His body spasmed for a few moments before releasing all of the High Priest's seed within the white-haired thief. The dark lord pulled out with a groan, looking at the boy who was servicing both beings of darkness.

It did not take Ryou long before he started cleaning the thief's length from the juices that erupted from it. Soon enough, the boy was also shaking from his own orgasm, his juices staining the lush sheets. He felt that he was getting filled, screaming out incoherent words along with the thief's name. Yes, the boy actually exclaimed Bakura's name the moment he reached his peak. The moment the tomb keeper finished his 'task', he followed the dark lord as he started to pick up his discarded clothes on the floor. "Marik and I will be going to the city for some supplies. We're going to have a feast tomorrow before executing our plan against the pharaoh. That damned son of Osiris would meet his downfall today!" the dark lord uttered before leaving the little shanty to the two white heads. Marik had simply followed the dark god out of the abandoned home, giving one last look at Bakura and his Yadonushi before he went. Once again mocking them, he lifted his hand, still coated slightly in Ryou's seed, and licked his fingers clean. He gave a short, nasty laugh when he finished and turned away. In truth, the Egyptian felt as if something from that little session was lacking. If Bakura hadn't been there to distract the boy, maybe then it would have been even more pleasurable. But the simple fact that what was happening was slowly killing both of them almost made up for that fact.

When they were gone, Bakura closed his eyes and straightened up a bit so that he was sitting down properly instead of in the half-laying, slumped over position he had been in. He hated that he had been reduced to that, in front of Ryou of all people... and he had been helpless. Bakura had never been helpless, but now... the feeling was starting to make itself known to him. He hated it; hated himself...

Ryou crawled in between Bakura's thighs, cleaning up the excess seed that was within his lover. He hated having to taste the sickening liquid that was present near his inner thighs but he also wanted to rid Bakura of as much of it as he could. The thief looked away from Ryou as he felt the boy start to clean him up. Even after all that, he was still trying to help? Why? He asked. Why are you still doing this?He had done what he could to reassure the thief king of their connection, and said thief had felt it through everything... in every movement Ryou made, Bakura could feel the love and affection shining through. It just made him loathe himself all the more; he had let this happen to both of them, even after he had told the boy that he wouldn't allow anyone else to touch him...

The boy then looked at his lover before crawling out of the bed before making his wobbly way towards the discarded cloth on the floor. He grabbed what was left of his dress before he started to clean the thief's wounds. He did not have any anti-septic nearby so he simply licked the wound in order to stop it from bleeding. The moment that the thief was fully 'clean', the boy collapsed beside him, wrapping his arms around his darker counterpart. The boy was shaking, tears running down his cheeks. "B-Bakura-sama... Bakura..." he whispered, gripping as tight as he could on the white-haired Yami. It was as if the boy was scared- scared that the thief would suddenly float away. He looked at the boy before pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. "I love you, Bakura-sama... P-Please... D-D-Don't. D-Don't let them do that again," he whispered, jealousy, care, hurt, anxiety, and most of all, pure love was running through their mind link. He was scared that he might lose his thief for a second time. No, he could not have Bakura surrender to Zorc like that again.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, voice so uncharacteristically quiet and broken. To prevent Ryou from hearing his tone again, he opted to say it over their mind link. I'm sorry... so, so sorry...his arms came around the boy too, hands resting on his back and digging in as if he thought Ryou might melt away if he didn't hold on tightly enough. His grip was so tight that the thief accidentally ended up digging his nails into the boy's skin, but didn't even realize it. He was shaking, too, not quite as badly as Ryou was, but he was certain the boy could notice it. Bakura wished that wasn't the case - he was always so calm, so composed, but this... it was too much for him to handle. He felt like he was a child again, watching as everything was taken from him. He was so close to getting his revenge, but somehow it just didn't feel that way. It felt more like he was losing something in exchange for finally being able to kill the Pharaoh.

Ghosts began to shift outside, sliding through the walls of the home Bakura and Ryou were in and watching what was going on. A few of them came close, swirling around the two males and even attempting to touch them. Bakura recognized that they were trying to comfort them, in a way, which he found completely off-putting. Normally these spirits were far from kind, so why were they suddenly doing this? Perhaps they had recognized just how important Ryou was to their only survivor. In any case, he was grateful for the odd change in attitude, and he relaxed his hold on Ryou slightly, finally realizing that maybe he had been hurting the boy again. The thief apologized over the mind link again.

I won't let that happen again, he assured the boy. He still blamed himself for what had happened. I shouldn't have let it go so far in the first place. It's my fault... He took Ryou's face in his hands and kissed the boy gently, slowly, hoping that his love would show through the gesture. Ryou really was so strong... much stronger than anyone even realized. Bakura stroked his hair softly as he pulled away from their kiss. Maybe what they needed now was just a little rest, alone, away from everyone but each other.


Preview for Chapter 30: Contract

Zorc was clearly amused, the horse only going faster in order to reach the capital in time. "If you accept my offer, then maybe I will give you what you want." Ryou looked up at the dark lord, trying his best to stay rational. "But Shadii said that I was too-" "Are you really that gullible? The Shadi that you saw was but a figment of your imagination. Do you really think you would be too pure or too innocent for the Millennium Items to hold your soul? The pharaoh, one of the gods of Egypt, was sealed inside the Millennium Pendant. Sealing you inside would be a breeze but the Ring is my abode," he muttered, trying his best not to look into the boy's eyes. Ryou's eyes held too much emotion- too much light in them that the evil god truly felt irritated by it. However, if the boy was actually willing to go through with his plan, then maybe something might ensue. The boy's eyes were half-lidded, leaning on the dark lord's chest as he sighed lightly. "I want nothing but to stay and serve Bakura-sama."

"I am your master before him and anyone else but I shall forgive you for that for now. Accept my offer. You just have to do thing for me before you get to spend your life with Akefia for all of eternity," he muttered, causing the boy to jolt. "W-What do I have to do?" he asked. He knew that he was making a deal with the devil himself and yet, he was willing to risk everything just so he could be with the thief king. He felt selfish and yet, maybe it was time for him to be selfish in the first place. "You just have to take Yuugi Mutou's life. I think it is but fair, don't you think so? A life for a life?"