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FOUR ROUNDS

FOURTH ROUND GONE WRONG: ASSAULT AND BATTERY

By Yami Yugi's RPG Group

Malik's pleas fell on deaf ears, but as Ryuno raised the belt to strike once more, he realized the younger boy had passed out. With a sigh, he lowered his tensed arm to his side, running his left hand through his damp and tousled hair. As his breathing slowed and his anger began to abate, the full extent of what he'd done brought a shiver to the redhead's frame. He wasn't sorry, not really - but he couldn't leave Malik bound and bloody like this. He loosened the boy's bound wrists, noting the scraped, bruised flesh, and went into the kitchen for a cloth and a bowl of cool water.

Malik slowly opened his eyes, wincing a bit as he felt a stinging sensation on his buttocks, thighs and back. He tried to get up, but with difficulty, as he looked around. Turning to the foot of the bed, he saw him. "Ryuno..."

Ryuno was sitting with his back to Malik, having just finished washing the boy's wounds - the bowl of water on the floor wash tinted with red. "Don't worry, I'll leave once I get my stuff," he said quietly, lacing up one of his boots.

"But I don't want you to leave," Malik protested, feeling more hurt inside than out. "Why won't you stay?"

"Why do you want me to? If you hadn't fainted I would have raped you, beaten you until you did," Ryuno snapped, glaring over his shoulder. "Don't try my temper like that. I don't like being pushed until I snap."

Malik tried to get up, the pain making it very difficult for him to do so. "I...may have provoked it. That doesn't make you a bad person. Things just happen." He didn't want Ryuno to leave. After all, things went bad after he started acting like a brat again.

"Don't get up." Ryuno turned around, taking hold of one of Malik's arms, meeting the boy's gaze with fierce eyes. "Look, I need time to think this over - and you need to get those cuts treated. But I didn't say I wouldn't come back."

Malik wouldn't listen. Instead, he brought his face closer to Ryuno's and pressed his lips against the other's. This time, he was not angry or naughty. He couldn't bear to see Ryuno leave, not after the better things that happened between them.

Ryuno pulled away, at the same time shoving Malik back down against the bed. "Oh, so you're not a slut?" he asked disgustedly, glaring down at the injured boy. "Make up your mind. You say you don't want to be hurt - but you fawn on me like a kicked puppy when I leash you and beat you. Maybe I should hit you with a rolled-up newspaper instead of a belt."

Malik gasped at Ryuno's words, which hit him with a force greater than that of the belt that was previously used on him. "Ryuno..." He was speechless, and he could feel the sting of tears as they started to come.

Ryuno turned away, ignoring the tightness in his chest that Malik's shimmering eyes had caused. "Oh, shut up. Don't make me angry again - I already put my belt back on." He took a step towards the door, then paused. "Maybe you should learn to lock your door."

"Ryuno, please don't go," Malik pleaded, trying to get up despite the difficulty. He grimaced as he pushed himself up, trying, despite the pain, to stand up and approach the other man. He cried out as the pain in his legs caused them to give in, sending him to the floor.

Ryuno growled, turning to crouch next to Malik. "Why? Why shouldn't I?" he demanded, his voice a low snarl, full of ridicule. "I think you like it, being treated like some kind of pleasure slave - you want me to fuck you till you scream, don't you, Malik? You little whore."

"Do it then, if I am a whore!" Malik screamed, hurt not only by the pain he was feeling all over his body, but also by Ryuno's words. He turned his head away, too humiliated to look at the other, but wanting to be held, even if it was just a gesture on Ryuno's part to comfort him.

"Fine then!" Ryuno grabbed Malik by the arm, pulling him roughly to his feet before shoving him back down on the bed. His eyes burned with anger as they took in the bloodied, naked form below him. He pinned Malik's arms to his sides, leaning close. "I tried to walk away, damn it," he muttered, pressing his hips between Malik's legs to prevent the smaller boy from getting a good angle to kick him. "And I'm going to hit you every time to beg me to stop - you brought this on yourself."

Malik cried out as he felt pain -- from his wounds and bruises, from Ryuno's rough handling of him, but mostly, from Ryuno's words, which were filled only with contempt for him. Despite the pain, however, he could feel his own body beginning to stir, his need reawakened from the closeness, the contact with Ryuno's body.

Ryuno captured Malik's lips in a kiss, the gesture hard and cruel rather than comforting. He knew that sort of kiss, he'd been on the receiving end when he was younger - it was painful, stifling cries and cutting off air, utterly humiliating. He ground his hips, his stiffening manhood against Malik's body, squeezing the boy's bruised wrists in his grip. "Little slut... tell me, how are you going to slap me now?" he hissed, dipping his head to deliver a vicious bite at the base of Malik's throat.

Malik screamed as Ryuno started to tear at the delicate skin on his throat with his teeth. His fists unclenched, his arms struggling against the strong grip that held them. The scream then turned into a moan as he felt that hardened evidence of Ryuno's arousal against his own. "Ryuno," he pleaded, his voice faint, "please stop."

Ryuno drew back, letting go of Malik's left arm to slap the smaller boy hard across the face. "Don't beg me," he snapped, drawing off his belt with some difficulty, while still holding Malik down with the other hand. Once again, he bound the blond's hands above his head, this time simply hooking them over he bedpost. "You wanted me to stay - I'm staying."

Malik felt his head snap back as Ryuno's palm connected with his cheek. While he was still trying to recover from the force of the slap, he could feel his hands being tied up again above his head. Fear took over him as he waited for Ryuno's next move, his own body trembling at the prospect of being beaten up again.

Ryuno spread Malik's legs, his anger fueling him as he looked around for a suitable instrument of punishment. There was a large candle within reach, probably something Malik had intended for one of his sessions with the Rod. Ryuno smiled unpleasantly. The waxen object was certainly long enough, and of the thick, sturdy, scented variety. He lifted it from its dish, brushing the uneven drips of wax from its surface. "What do you think, Malik? Better than your Rod?" he asked coldly, pressing the bottom end of the candle into Malik's pink entrance.

"Please, Ryuno..." Malik continued to plead, to at least reach the more compassionate side of Ryuno. The teasing sensation of the candle against his opening excited him, as evidenced by the clear nectar leaking out of his tip; however, it terrified him as well, since he was going to be taken without his entrance being prepared for it, and he could not imagine the pain that was going to follow.

"Please what? Stop?" Ryuno laughed harshly, forcing the candle inside with one swift motion, watching Malik's face as it contorted with fear and pain. As he began to work the candle in and out viciously, he leaned down and bit Malik again, this time ringing his nipple with a livid bruise.

"NOOOO!!!!" Malik screamed once again, his body writhing from the pain. He knew that his opening was starting to bleed. Aside from the excruciating pain, he could feel the blood starting to come out of him. And, as if that wasn't enough, he felt his own nipple start to hurt from Ryuno's bite. "Ryuno, please stop!" he cried out, unable to take it as he continued to scream each time Ryuno drove the candle inside him.

Ryuno, true to his word, drew back his hand and struck Malik again. "You wanted this, you whore - so shut up!" he replied harshly, giving the candle one more forceful thrust, then relenting and removing the bloody wax. He had something better to put into that hot passageway.

Malik felt pain again, as he felt another slap. He kept his head facing the side, panting with exhaustion from struggling, keeping his eyes closed. He felt that final thrust from the candle before Ryuno drew it out. He did not know, however, what else Ryuno was holding in store for him.

Ryuno let the candle drop, fumbling in his coat pocket for something. After a moment, he drew out a long, slender black pouch, which he opened and shook to reveal a riding crop, followed by a pair of nipple clamps joined by a slender brass chain. These he fastened to Malik's hardened nipples, tugging on each to make sure they were correctly placed. "Do you still want me to stay?" he asked quietly, his voice still cold but not so cruel now. Flicking his wrist, he brought the riding crop whistling down against Malik's inner thigh.

Malik's eyes were tightly shut as he bit his lower lip again to keep from screaming, reopening the previous cut and feeling the trickle of blood once again from the side of his mouth. The tears continued to fall, even as he shut his eyes, his voice almost a whisper as he answered Ryuno. "Yes...I...want you...to stay."

Ryuno swore, bringing the small whip down across Malik's stomach, his chest, his legs. "Little whore... Why?! Why do you still want me to stay?" he demanded, fresh fury burning in his eyes. Throwing the whip to the ground, he unzipped his pants and let them bunch around his ankles, leaning over Malik's cruelly torn and ravaged body. "Don't you dare beg me to stop!" he hissed, entering the boy in one quick thrust, pulling Malik's hips towards him, plunging himself fully into his hot confines.

Another scream was torn out of Malik as he felt that whip lash at his body three more times. "Ryuno..." he muttered tearfully, his body weakened by the ordeal. As Ryuno entered him brutally with one fierce thrust, he was too weak to struggle, just taking the pain as he closed his eyes and tried to bear it as much as he could.

Ryuno drove himself into Malik repeatedly, not interested in taking his time - he was angry, confused, and unable to understand why Malik wouldn't get angry with him. He was panting with the sheer force with which he ravaged the younger boy, his skin smeared with sweat and blood, his hands locked white-knuckled on Malik's hips. "You slut... is this... what you wanted?"

This time Malik struggled, trying to get himself free. It was not because he wanted to get away, but because he wanted desperately to hold Ryuno, to put his arms around him to let him know how he felt. Since Ryuno positioned himself between his legs, it only gave him the opportunity to wrap his legs around the other's waist, to bring him deeper inside. This time, he opened his tear-filled eyes and looked straight at Ryuno, answering him, "Yes. This is what I wanted...You are the one I want."

Ryuno slapped Malik, bringing his hand down with all his strength. He snarled out a curse, forcing his length deep inside Malik a few more times, then closing his eyes as his hot seed filled the boy's torn body. He leaned forward, bringing his face within an inch of Malik's. "No. You're wrong, you don't want this... don't say you do..." He took a shuddering breath, opening his eyes just a bit. "You don't want to be a whore for me."

Malik felt the sting of a slap once again, but he was too spent and his body too weak to even struggle. Though he did not even get release from this act, he still did not hate Ryuno for it. His gaze never left Ryuno's, his eyes reflecting his feelings as he reiterated his previous statement. "Yes. I want you."

Ryuno returned Malik's gaze angrily, feeling tears beginning to blur his vision. Why couldn't Malik just hate him? It would be so much easier... so much simpler to just walk away... He pulled away from the blond and sat down at the edge of the bed with an unhappy sigh. "Damn it, Malik..." he muttered, blinking rapidly and rubbing his palm over his eyes. Reaching over, he unbound the boy's wrists.

Feeling too weak, Malik just let Ryuno untie his wrists, his arms falling limply above his head as they were freed of their restraints. His whole body was in pain from being whipped, bitten and forcibly taken. As a last ditch effort, gathering what little energy he had left, he held on to Ryuno's wrist as the other was about to move away. "Please...Stay."