Chapter 2
A/N: ^^;; This is the first story that I have written so fast.^^
Disclaimer: I forgot to add this to chapter 1. but I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT MY STORY IN THIS WHOLE WEB-SITE.
Warning: This story does contain yaoi, which is boy x boy pairing, so if you don't like it, as I've already told you before in chapter 1, GET OUT. Thank you.
Summary: This chapter is going to be on Yami's point of view.in chapter 1, he left Bakura's room after they talked.he's staying in Ryou's house for the night, I guess.and what happened during that time until when Bakura heard the shots.
Yami's P.O.V.
I trudged down the hallway towards the spare room, in which I was staying at, after I left Bakura. I couldn't figure out what emotions were running through my head. I was baffled and frustrated mostly. Why wouldn't Bakura let me help him? After all we've been through together, he won't let me help him in this one thing. I couldn't understand why.
I closed the door behind me when I reached the room and lied down on the bed. Tears of distraught threatened to spill, but I quickly wiped it away. I couldn't cry now.not while I needed to be strong for my lover, Bakura.
I got up from the bed to close the window and draw the curtains, so that the moonlight won't bother me while I was sleeping. I never liked having the window open. Sure, it's nice to have fresh air, but it leaves me cold and leaves me feeling so alone, like the last leaf of the autumn tree that falls before winter arrives. Before I close the window, I look one last time at the night sky. The dark blankets the night sky, shimmering with stars. Nothing looks more beautiful than this. It kind of reminded me of Bakura. He was so dark and cold, yet so beautiful. But no one can touch the sky; it's impossible. Just like Bakura, you might think you're so close to him, but then he's not.not even me. I am not saying that he was cold-hearted, because no one can have a cold heart. He always had a thing with me. Somewhere in there, in the deep hidden chamber in his heart, I do believe Bakura has his emotions stored in there.
Suddenly, there was a cold, harsh breeze that swept by so quick, closing the window with a thud. I shiver from the coldness it has made the room become. I wonder if this is how Bakura feels? You might think you would know him well, but think again, you realize that you don't even know one- third of him. You can't get near him, at least not close enough for him to feel comfortable with you. I told him that I loved him, and yes, he told me that he loved me too, but how deep is his love for me? I don't think I'll ever know. Nobody will ever know. Not even Ryou, his light, who seems to know everything about him. It hurts me to see him turn away from me.
I can't think anymore. I need rest, but I don't think I'll get any tonight. I just want to lie down on the bed and maybe sleep will drift over me.
Normal P.O.V.
As soon as Yami draped the curtains over the window, the room was enclosed in complete darkness. Yami shivered as a cold breath came down on his neck that sent chills up his spine. Yami gasped as cold hands wrapped themselves tightly around his waist as he was pulled back meeting another figure.
The figure laughed coldly as he said, "My, my, my, what have we here today? I do believe I've found a quite valuable prey tonight."
Panicked, Yami abruptly turned around and faced the unknown figure. "Who are you? How did you get in here?"
"I would stay quiet if I were you, my dear pharaoh. You're my game for the night. You like to play games, don't you? But in this game, I'll be dominant," the unknown said, as one hand snaked around Yami's waist and pulled him closer, and the fingers of the other entwining in Yami's bangs. Yami groaned at the sudden contact with the cold body as he struggled to pull away from the grip. Obviously, the other was much stronger than he was. He couldn't see anything in the complete darkness, but he could feel the cold smirk on the other as he watched him struggle.
"BAKU-" Yami began to call for Bakura's help, but was cut off by icy lips roughly claiming his by force. The other's tongue licked his bottom lips and begged for entrance, but had little success. Growling with frustration, the other bit down on his bottom lips harshly, making Yami gasp and slipping his tongue inside to explore every corner of his mouth.
Yami's hands gripped onto the other's shoulders, and with enough force, pulled the other off enough to withdraw his mouth from the stranger's. Between pants, he managed to speak. "Whoever you are, you better get out of here, because I'm not alone in this house." Abruptly, he was met with a harsh slap from the stranger, which left his face stinging.
The stranger chortled and said; "Don't you think I know you're not here alone, former pharaoh? You see, I don't care. Whether you are alone, or not, you are mine for the night." As he spoke, he closed and locked the door. "Don't be frightened, Yami, I won't hurt you, too bad, for now," he said as he roughly pushed Yami onto the bed.
Startled, Yami attempted to get off the bed, but was pushed down by the rough hands gripped on his shoulders. "Look, I don't even know who you are, or what you want from me, but I'll make sure that you'll regret it," he said as he continued to strive to get free. "No, you're wrong there, pharaoh, for I'll enjoy every little minute of this," teased the intruder, claiming Yami's lips again by surprise into a heated kiss. Yami whimpered as the other's tongue found it's way into his mouth, slowly enjoying the taste.
Yami's POV
I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He maintained the grip on my shoulders and kept his claim on my lips as he slowly pushed his weight on me, getting him on the bed. Finally, he broke off my swollen lips, which kept me panting heavily like a dog, and chuckled. Irritated by this whole antic I asked, "What's so funny?"
"I like the way you're putting up with your struggles, Yami. You have too much energy. I like my preys to struggle; it makes everything more fun. I like to tease my prey all night long. But don't worry. You'll enjoy this as much as I will. By the end, you'll be too tired to put up a struggle, or maybe."
"Maybe what?" I muttered. I didn't like the way he was talking, at all.
"Oh, I won't tell you that. It would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it? You can keep guessing if you want."
"But-" I began, but groaned as I felt his hot mouth over my neck. Ra, please make this all a dream. I can feel him growing hard as he sat straddling my legs and grinding his pelvis onto mine. His erection is grinding against mine, and I can feel my pants growing a bit uncomfortable. My mind doesn't like it, but my body has already given up. I cry out and moan as his teeth sink into my neck, but he uses his skilled tongue to mend that wound. I close my eyes tightly, and my hands search for something to grab on, not being able to handle the sensational feeling he is giving me, and finally grabs onto the blanket underneath. No, I take that back. I don't mean that I enjoy doing this, but-
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, pharaoh?" My thoughts were interrupted by this question as he pulled off from the wet kisses he left on my neck. My face was flushed, I think he could tell that. That's why he asked me. "I-I." I didn't know what to say. My body was enjoying it, but my mind wasn't. "Did your lover do this with you yet?" he asked, as he bent down and began to hungrily suck on my neck, again.
I have been in bed with Bakura; I'm not as innocent as you think I am, you know. That was what I was planning to answer, if he didn't attack me so suddenly. I gasp at the sudden warmth that the kisses provided, and mewled softly as he let go of one grip on my shoulder and his hand traveled down my chest, and under my shirt. My pants become ragged, as the pleasure just sweeps over my body. Sweat comes down my face, pressing my bangs against my face. I can feel my body sweating everywhere. I body arches into his touch as he moves his hand skillfully under my shirt, teasing me endlessly. I can feel him smirk from the reaction he is getting from me. My body longs for more contact as my moans become incredibly difficult to handle, and my throbbing erection under my garments is very uncomfortable. I try to suppress the pleasure and my cries, but I'm helpless. How can I be doing this to Bakura? I feel so dirty.
I groan as he leaves my neck. My body aches for more contact, but he uses his weight to keep me down, and chuckles. "How badly do you want this, pharaoh? Do you want it badly?" What kind of question is that? Of course - "Y-yes." No! I meant no! He pulls me into another kiss, and says, "If that's what the pharaoh wants, then that's what he'll get."
Now the other hand that was gripping on my shoulder leaves me, but I don't do anything. My eyelids are half closed as I feel his rough hands rip apart my shirt. I shiver from the sudden coldness, but moan as his hands caress my skin. My hands are gripping tighter onto the blanket. God, I wish I can find something else to hold onto. These blankets aren't really helping much. My body craves for more touch. I long for him to be inside me. "P-please." I heard myself beg, not knowing what I was begging for.
He chuckles and brushes my bangs away with his hands. "Shh.don't be too loud, my pharaoh. I'm going to have to cover your mouth if you can't be a little more quiet." His hands leave my face as he trails down my upper body again. I groan as his hot mouth and tongue trail down, nipping and licking down my torso. I grind my teeth roughly to suppress my cry as he takes one nipple into his mouth and bites down harshly and then his skilled tongue licks over the wound. He does the same with the other one, sneering at the reaction he got from me.
I can't hold it anymore. I try muffling my cries, but the pleasure overtakes me too powerfully. I need release, badly. My hands are trying to reach for his, like the way Bakura holds mine in order for me to know that he is with me. But this isn't Bakura. My hands find his, but he pulls back. I groan when he leaves my stomach and searches for something in his pockets. "Let's make this more interesting," he says, as he takes a pair of handcuffs and cuffs my hands to the bedposts. I don't care what he does; I just need him, now. I can feel him sweating now. He takes off his jacket and his shirt. I can't see anything, but I can feel that this person wasn't a small man. He groans as his erection rubs against mine; his also wanting release.
Then he goes back to trailing wet, hungry kisses down my torso, hearing pleasurable moans from me. His long hair brushes against my stomach softly. It tickles me a bit, but I can't laugh. He breathes hot air on my abdomen, giving me more of the sensational feelings he is giving me. I need him more than ever. My eyes open wide and my mouth lets out a loud gasp as his tongue attacks my navel. I can feel him lick his lips as he whispered in his seductive, sexy voice, "I'm going to give you what you want. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
I feel my head bobbing up and down absently. His hands trail down my upper body and reach my pants. Unbuttoning the pants, he pulls it down along with my boxers with ease. I moan as his hands slide down my legs as he pulls down my pants. He caresses my inner thighs, just trying to tease me even longer. I pull at the handcuffs, which cut into my wrists, drawing blood. Ra, I need to touch him. I need him. With a nasty smirk, he takes my length in all the way; his throat relaxed so that he can take me in deeply. I muffle my cry as the heat from his wet mouth covers my length. His tongue skillfully teases me, licking up and down the shaft. I arch into his mouth, and he is prepared as he takes me in deeply. I can't help but cry out and whimper desperately at the fantasy that he is giving me. His head bobs up and down my length as I continue to long to touch him, tugging fiercely at the restraints. I began to pant loudly as I finally release violently into his mouth. He swallows all of it, licking his lips after.
Sweat beading down my face, my eyes are too tired to open. He awakes me again with his rough touch between my legs, saying, "Satisfied, my pharaoh? You had your pleasure, now it's my turn." With that, he got off me and took off his pants and lower garment while my eyes wandered around the room, dazed with pleasure.
"This is going to hurt." I can hear him say as he covered my mouth with his hands. I'm too dazed to think about how much this is going to hurt. I felt him kiss my forehead as he got on the bed again, his hand staying on my mouth. I felt him straddling my legs, but no pain, yet.
Suddenly, he plunged deep into me without warning. Without even preparing me. I did scream; it hurt so much. He moaned loudly from the heat around his length. It's nothing like people imagine it to be. They make it sound like a pleasurable thing, but it hurts so much as he rips apart the muscles inside of me. Immediately, my body reacted by tears flowing down my face and my hands were fiercely trying to clench onto something. Without letting me adjust to his size, he began to pound into me deeply, increasing his speed and each thrust was more powerful. My head thrashed wildly on the pillow, my mind trying so hard not to think of the excruciating pain. His length felt too big since I was not prepared. I can feel his cold stare upon me as I kept on crying, each thrust pounding into me more deeply, ripping apart the muscles. I felt the blood flowing down my inner legs and onto the blanket. He was panting loudly as he was coming near his release.
You ask me why I'm feeling so much pain when I've already done this with Bakura? Bakura was gentler on me. He knew how much it would hurt, so he prepared me for it, and was gentle on my first time with him. But this was different. He was not hesitant, and didn't care whether I was prepared or not. It felt like he was constantly stabbing me with a sword. I wished I would lose my conscious, so that I wouldn't have to feel this.
After what seemed like an eternity, he came violently. His arms, which were supporting him from falling, finally gave way and he fell onto me. After he recovered somewhat, he removed his hand from my mouth and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I was disgusted, but I couldn't do anything. I was still crying from the pain. Then, he pulled out of me, getting his clothes and dressing up.
"Let me go." I begged, tears flowing from my eyes.
I felt him look over to me and chuckle. "You look pathetic, pharaoh. What kind of a lover are you?" Those words struck me like a blade going through my own heart. I was so ashamed of betraying Bakura in his own house. "You forced me into this! Now let me go!" I cried. He slapped me brutally and said, "I forced you? Huh.who's the one that wanted it so badly? I just gave what you wanted," he said, now fully dressed. "And don't think I'll let you go now. I'm not done with you yet." It was true; I was the one who begged him for it. But it still didn't give him the right to keep me like this. "Please.just let me go."
Ignoring my plea, he asked, "Yami, do you like death?" Startled by this question, I asked, "Why do you ask me that?"
"Just answer my question. Do you like death by knives, or by guns?" Still confused, I said, "I really don't like either."
"Oh, really? But then you'll have to get used to it so soon," he said, smirking nastily. My eyes widened as I realized what he meant. Before I could say anything, he covered my mouth with a cloth. "Can't let anybody hear you, can we?" Before I realized what he said, excruciating pain seared through my body. I felt blood come up my throat as I cried. Enjoying this, the other took out the blade and repeatedly stabbed me over and over again. I wanted to cry out with all my strength, but I didn't have any. I felt my body growing cold as doubled in pain. Bakura.help me.please.
For some unknown reason, I heard him open the curtains again, letting the moonlight creep through the closed windows. "You said you didn't mind guns either, pharaoh?" No.please.don't kill me. "Bye-bye, pharaoh.forever."
With that, I heard him pull the trigger. That's all I heard before I felt pain beyond what I can handle. He shot me several times in my chest, each bullet like thousands of knives stabbing at you mercilessly. I knew I was dying.I could feel my lungs beginning to give up.I was bleeding to death internally.but for some reason, I felt like I deserved this. I couldn't live with deceiving Bakura.how could I ever look at him in the face again? But I can't handle this pain. a little hope came to me when I heard Bakura call my name. I wanted to answer back, but all I could produce was more blood. I didn't see him go, but I knew that stranger had gone, as soon as he heard Bakura. I could at least apologize to Bakura.but there was one more problem.the door was locked from the inside.
A/N: Hehehe.that was my first lemon. I feel so evil. ^^;; How was that? Good? Bad? Please R & R!
A/N: ^^;; This is the first story that I have written so fast.^^
Disclaimer: I forgot to add this to chapter 1. but I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT MY STORY IN THIS WHOLE WEB-SITE.
Warning: This story does contain yaoi, which is boy x boy pairing, so if you don't like it, as I've already told you before in chapter 1, GET OUT. Thank you.
Summary: This chapter is going to be on Yami's point of view.in chapter 1, he left Bakura's room after they talked.he's staying in Ryou's house for the night, I guess.and what happened during that time until when Bakura heard the shots.
Yami's P.O.V.
I trudged down the hallway towards the spare room, in which I was staying at, after I left Bakura. I couldn't figure out what emotions were running through my head. I was baffled and frustrated mostly. Why wouldn't Bakura let me help him? After all we've been through together, he won't let me help him in this one thing. I couldn't understand why.
I closed the door behind me when I reached the room and lied down on the bed. Tears of distraught threatened to spill, but I quickly wiped it away. I couldn't cry now.not while I needed to be strong for my lover, Bakura.
I got up from the bed to close the window and draw the curtains, so that the moonlight won't bother me while I was sleeping. I never liked having the window open. Sure, it's nice to have fresh air, but it leaves me cold and leaves me feeling so alone, like the last leaf of the autumn tree that falls before winter arrives. Before I close the window, I look one last time at the night sky. The dark blankets the night sky, shimmering with stars. Nothing looks more beautiful than this. It kind of reminded me of Bakura. He was so dark and cold, yet so beautiful. But no one can touch the sky; it's impossible. Just like Bakura, you might think you're so close to him, but then he's not.not even me. I am not saying that he was cold-hearted, because no one can have a cold heart. He always had a thing with me. Somewhere in there, in the deep hidden chamber in his heart, I do believe Bakura has his emotions stored in there.
Suddenly, there was a cold, harsh breeze that swept by so quick, closing the window with a thud. I shiver from the coldness it has made the room become. I wonder if this is how Bakura feels? You might think you would know him well, but think again, you realize that you don't even know one- third of him. You can't get near him, at least not close enough for him to feel comfortable with you. I told him that I loved him, and yes, he told me that he loved me too, but how deep is his love for me? I don't think I'll ever know. Nobody will ever know. Not even Ryou, his light, who seems to know everything about him. It hurts me to see him turn away from me.
I can't think anymore. I need rest, but I don't think I'll get any tonight. I just want to lie down on the bed and maybe sleep will drift over me.
Normal P.O.V.
As soon as Yami draped the curtains over the window, the room was enclosed in complete darkness. Yami shivered as a cold breath came down on his neck that sent chills up his spine. Yami gasped as cold hands wrapped themselves tightly around his waist as he was pulled back meeting another figure.
The figure laughed coldly as he said, "My, my, my, what have we here today? I do believe I've found a quite valuable prey tonight."
Panicked, Yami abruptly turned around and faced the unknown figure. "Who are you? How did you get in here?"
"I would stay quiet if I were you, my dear pharaoh. You're my game for the night. You like to play games, don't you? But in this game, I'll be dominant," the unknown said, as one hand snaked around Yami's waist and pulled him closer, and the fingers of the other entwining in Yami's bangs. Yami groaned at the sudden contact with the cold body as he struggled to pull away from the grip. Obviously, the other was much stronger than he was. He couldn't see anything in the complete darkness, but he could feel the cold smirk on the other as he watched him struggle.
"BAKU-" Yami began to call for Bakura's help, but was cut off by icy lips roughly claiming his by force. The other's tongue licked his bottom lips and begged for entrance, but had little success. Growling with frustration, the other bit down on his bottom lips harshly, making Yami gasp and slipping his tongue inside to explore every corner of his mouth.
Yami's hands gripped onto the other's shoulders, and with enough force, pulled the other off enough to withdraw his mouth from the stranger's. Between pants, he managed to speak. "Whoever you are, you better get out of here, because I'm not alone in this house." Abruptly, he was met with a harsh slap from the stranger, which left his face stinging.
The stranger chortled and said; "Don't you think I know you're not here alone, former pharaoh? You see, I don't care. Whether you are alone, or not, you are mine for the night." As he spoke, he closed and locked the door. "Don't be frightened, Yami, I won't hurt you, too bad, for now," he said as he roughly pushed Yami onto the bed.
Startled, Yami attempted to get off the bed, but was pushed down by the rough hands gripped on his shoulders. "Look, I don't even know who you are, or what you want from me, but I'll make sure that you'll regret it," he said as he continued to strive to get free. "No, you're wrong there, pharaoh, for I'll enjoy every little minute of this," teased the intruder, claiming Yami's lips again by surprise into a heated kiss. Yami whimpered as the other's tongue found it's way into his mouth, slowly enjoying the taste.
Yami's POV
I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He maintained the grip on my shoulders and kept his claim on my lips as he slowly pushed his weight on me, getting him on the bed. Finally, he broke off my swollen lips, which kept me panting heavily like a dog, and chuckled. Irritated by this whole antic I asked, "What's so funny?"
"I like the way you're putting up with your struggles, Yami. You have too much energy. I like my preys to struggle; it makes everything more fun. I like to tease my prey all night long. But don't worry. You'll enjoy this as much as I will. By the end, you'll be too tired to put up a struggle, or maybe."
"Maybe what?" I muttered. I didn't like the way he was talking, at all.
"Oh, I won't tell you that. It would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it? You can keep guessing if you want."
"But-" I began, but groaned as I felt his hot mouth over my neck. Ra, please make this all a dream. I can feel him growing hard as he sat straddling my legs and grinding his pelvis onto mine. His erection is grinding against mine, and I can feel my pants growing a bit uncomfortable. My mind doesn't like it, but my body has already given up. I cry out and moan as his teeth sink into my neck, but he uses his skilled tongue to mend that wound. I close my eyes tightly, and my hands search for something to grab on, not being able to handle the sensational feeling he is giving me, and finally grabs onto the blanket underneath. No, I take that back. I don't mean that I enjoy doing this, but-
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, pharaoh?" My thoughts were interrupted by this question as he pulled off from the wet kisses he left on my neck. My face was flushed, I think he could tell that. That's why he asked me. "I-I." I didn't know what to say. My body was enjoying it, but my mind wasn't. "Did your lover do this with you yet?" he asked, as he bent down and began to hungrily suck on my neck, again.
I have been in bed with Bakura; I'm not as innocent as you think I am, you know. That was what I was planning to answer, if he didn't attack me so suddenly. I gasp at the sudden warmth that the kisses provided, and mewled softly as he let go of one grip on my shoulder and his hand traveled down my chest, and under my shirt. My pants become ragged, as the pleasure just sweeps over my body. Sweat comes down my face, pressing my bangs against my face. I can feel my body sweating everywhere. I body arches into his touch as he moves his hand skillfully under my shirt, teasing me endlessly. I can feel him smirk from the reaction he is getting from me. My body longs for more contact as my moans become incredibly difficult to handle, and my throbbing erection under my garments is very uncomfortable. I try to suppress the pleasure and my cries, but I'm helpless. How can I be doing this to Bakura? I feel so dirty.
I groan as he leaves my neck. My body aches for more contact, but he uses his weight to keep me down, and chuckles. "How badly do you want this, pharaoh? Do you want it badly?" What kind of question is that? Of course - "Y-yes." No! I meant no! He pulls me into another kiss, and says, "If that's what the pharaoh wants, then that's what he'll get."
Now the other hand that was gripping on my shoulder leaves me, but I don't do anything. My eyelids are half closed as I feel his rough hands rip apart my shirt. I shiver from the sudden coldness, but moan as his hands caress my skin. My hands are gripping tighter onto the blanket. God, I wish I can find something else to hold onto. These blankets aren't really helping much. My body craves for more touch. I long for him to be inside me. "P-please." I heard myself beg, not knowing what I was begging for.
He chuckles and brushes my bangs away with his hands. "Shh.don't be too loud, my pharaoh. I'm going to have to cover your mouth if you can't be a little more quiet." His hands leave my face as he trails down my upper body again. I groan as his hot mouth and tongue trail down, nipping and licking down my torso. I grind my teeth roughly to suppress my cry as he takes one nipple into his mouth and bites down harshly and then his skilled tongue licks over the wound. He does the same with the other one, sneering at the reaction he got from me.
I can't hold it anymore. I try muffling my cries, but the pleasure overtakes me too powerfully. I need release, badly. My hands are trying to reach for his, like the way Bakura holds mine in order for me to know that he is with me. But this isn't Bakura. My hands find his, but he pulls back. I groan when he leaves my stomach and searches for something in his pockets. "Let's make this more interesting," he says, as he takes a pair of handcuffs and cuffs my hands to the bedposts. I don't care what he does; I just need him, now. I can feel him sweating now. He takes off his jacket and his shirt. I can't see anything, but I can feel that this person wasn't a small man. He groans as his erection rubs against mine; his also wanting release.
Then he goes back to trailing wet, hungry kisses down my torso, hearing pleasurable moans from me. His long hair brushes against my stomach softly. It tickles me a bit, but I can't laugh. He breathes hot air on my abdomen, giving me more of the sensational feelings he is giving me. I need him more than ever. My eyes open wide and my mouth lets out a loud gasp as his tongue attacks my navel. I can feel him lick his lips as he whispered in his seductive, sexy voice, "I'm going to give you what you want. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
I feel my head bobbing up and down absently. His hands trail down my upper body and reach my pants. Unbuttoning the pants, he pulls it down along with my boxers with ease. I moan as his hands slide down my legs as he pulls down my pants. He caresses my inner thighs, just trying to tease me even longer. I pull at the handcuffs, which cut into my wrists, drawing blood. Ra, I need to touch him. I need him. With a nasty smirk, he takes my length in all the way; his throat relaxed so that he can take me in deeply. I muffle my cry as the heat from his wet mouth covers my length. His tongue skillfully teases me, licking up and down the shaft. I arch into his mouth, and he is prepared as he takes me in deeply. I can't help but cry out and whimper desperately at the fantasy that he is giving me. His head bobs up and down my length as I continue to long to touch him, tugging fiercely at the restraints. I began to pant loudly as I finally release violently into his mouth. He swallows all of it, licking his lips after.
Sweat beading down my face, my eyes are too tired to open. He awakes me again with his rough touch between my legs, saying, "Satisfied, my pharaoh? You had your pleasure, now it's my turn." With that, he got off me and took off his pants and lower garment while my eyes wandered around the room, dazed with pleasure.
"This is going to hurt." I can hear him say as he covered my mouth with his hands. I'm too dazed to think about how much this is going to hurt. I felt him kiss my forehead as he got on the bed again, his hand staying on my mouth. I felt him straddling my legs, but no pain, yet.
Suddenly, he plunged deep into me without warning. Without even preparing me. I did scream; it hurt so much. He moaned loudly from the heat around his length. It's nothing like people imagine it to be. They make it sound like a pleasurable thing, but it hurts so much as he rips apart the muscles inside of me. Immediately, my body reacted by tears flowing down my face and my hands were fiercely trying to clench onto something. Without letting me adjust to his size, he began to pound into me deeply, increasing his speed and each thrust was more powerful. My head thrashed wildly on the pillow, my mind trying so hard not to think of the excruciating pain. His length felt too big since I was not prepared. I can feel his cold stare upon me as I kept on crying, each thrust pounding into me more deeply, ripping apart the muscles. I felt the blood flowing down my inner legs and onto the blanket. He was panting loudly as he was coming near his release.
You ask me why I'm feeling so much pain when I've already done this with Bakura? Bakura was gentler on me. He knew how much it would hurt, so he prepared me for it, and was gentle on my first time with him. But this was different. He was not hesitant, and didn't care whether I was prepared or not. It felt like he was constantly stabbing me with a sword. I wished I would lose my conscious, so that I wouldn't have to feel this.
After what seemed like an eternity, he came violently. His arms, which were supporting him from falling, finally gave way and he fell onto me. After he recovered somewhat, he removed his hand from my mouth and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. I was disgusted, but I couldn't do anything. I was still crying from the pain. Then, he pulled out of me, getting his clothes and dressing up.
"Let me go." I begged, tears flowing from my eyes.
I felt him look over to me and chuckle. "You look pathetic, pharaoh. What kind of a lover are you?" Those words struck me like a blade going through my own heart. I was so ashamed of betraying Bakura in his own house. "You forced me into this! Now let me go!" I cried. He slapped me brutally and said, "I forced you? Huh.who's the one that wanted it so badly? I just gave what you wanted," he said, now fully dressed. "And don't think I'll let you go now. I'm not done with you yet." It was true; I was the one who begged him for it. But it still didn't give him the right to keep me like this. "Please.just let me go."
Ignoring my plea, he asked, "Yami, do you like death?" Startled by this question, I asked, "Why do you ask me that?"
"Just answer my question. Do you like death by knives, or by guns?" Still confused, I said, "I really don't like either."
"Oh, really? But then you'll have to get used to it so soon," he said, smirking nastily. My eyes widened as I realized what he meant. Before I could say anything, he covered my mouth with a cloth. "Can't let anybody hear you, can we?" Before I realized what he said, excruciating pain seared through my body. I felt blood come up my throat as I cried. Enjoying this, the other took out the blade and repeatedly stabbed me over and over again. I wanted to cry out with all my strength, but I didn't have any. I felt my body growing cold as doubled in pain. Bakura.help me.please.
For some unknown reason, I heard him open the curtains again, letting the moonlight creep through the closed windows. "You said you didn't mind guns either, pharaoh?" No.please.don't kill me. "Bye-bye, pharaoh.forever."
With that, I heard him pull the trigger. That's all I heard before I felt pain beyond what I can handle. He shot me several times in my chest, each bullet like thousands of knives stabbing at you mercilessly. I knew I was dying.I could feel my lungs beginning to give up.I was bleeding to death internally.but for some reason, I felt like I deserved this. I couldn't live with deceiving Bakura.how could I ever look at him in the face again? But I can't handle this pain. a little hope came to me when I heard Bakura call my name. I wanted to answer back, but all I could produce was more blood. I didn't see him go, but I knew that stranger had gone, as soon as he heard Bakura. I could at least apologize to Bakura.but there was one more problem.the door was locked from the inside.
A/N: Hehehe.that was my first lemon. I feel so evil. ^^;; How was that? Good? Bad? Please R & R!