Note: This is a YAOI fic, meaning male/male stuff. If you don't like it, don't read it. Typical disclaimers, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, etc. Don't sue me. I can't afford it.
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Ryou Bakura perched himself on the edge of his bed, nervously smoothing his blue and white striped shirt. He had promised his friend Yugi that, since it was the weekend, he would meet him for a duel, but Ryou didn't know if he'd ever make it out the door.
Ryou was worried. He tried to be gentle and kind, and up until just a few months ago, he had thought he had succeeded. Yet ever since he had acquired his mysterious Millennium Ring, he began to suffer from intense memory loss. He would sometimes wake up, unaware of hours or even days, lost, with no idea what had happened. Then he had started hearing voices. But he wasn't insane; it was the Millennium Ring that caused his problems. Ryou had learned that an ancient spirit dwelt within the Ring, and it seemed as though the spirit was not good-natured. Ryou's friends told him that the Millennium Ring made him act strange, even violent; Honda had even gone so far as to throw it into the forest beneath Pegasus' castle, although the spirit dwelling inside it quickly used shadow energy to return it to Ryou.
Ever since their experiences at Duelist Kingdom, Ryou had noticed that the spirit of his Millennium Ring, whom everyone called Yami Bakura, had been gaining strength. They occasionally conversed inside Ryou's mind, and although the shy boy deeply admired the ancient spirit's power, Yami Bakura was always harsh and angry with Ryou. He was highly upset about Ryou's actions in the Shadow Realm duel with Yami Yugi; if the boy had not betrayed him, Yami Bakura would have overpowered Yugi and taken the Millennium Puzzle for himself. Yami Bakura repeatedly told Ryou that he was worthless, that he would leave and seek a more suitable vessel. He hurled mental insults at Ryou constantly, caused spasms of mental pain to wrack his body, yet he stayed.
He stayed with Ryou, even though he constantly told Ryou he did not plan to. He stayed.
Until now.
This morning, when he woke up, Ryou had noticed a conspicuous absence in his mind: he could not feel the spirit's presence at all. He was used to being awakened to a shock of pain from Yami Bakura, or a series of insults denouncing his laziness. But this morning he had felt and heard nothing.
Alarmed, his hand had flown to his chest, feeling for the Millennium Ring, but he had felt nothing but skin.
Yami Bakura was gone, and had taken the Ring with him.
Ryou had sat on his bed for nearly an hour, shaken, unsure of what to do. Finally, he had started to dress himself, in his favorite clothes: jeans and his striped t-shirt. But now he was done dressing, his hair was brushed, he was ready to leave.
Except he was afraid.
Although his Yami verbally abused him regularly, Ryou still felt bonded to the spirit. He often felt jealous of his friend Yugi; the other boy had a spirit as well, but one who was more or less good, and kind to the boy. Ryou's spirit was only full of anger towards him. Yet he still cared about his Yami, and with the other's presence missing from his mind, he felt hollow and strange. He wondered where his darkness had gone, if he had found another body to inhabit or if he dwelt only within the Ring.
Ryou had silently cursed the spirit many times, had wished for him to leave his mind forever. He had even tried to get rid of his Yami during the duel in the Shadow Realm. But now that he was gone, Ryou was surprised to find that he missed him. Ryou's large brown eyes filled with tears as he stared at his blue carpet. He felt empty and alone, and he wanted his spirit back.
"Yami.." he murmured into the air. "Yami, why did you leave me? I miss you..please come back.."
Silence.
Ryou sighed and rose to his feet. "I suppose Yugi is waiting for me," he murmured to himself. "I need to get moving..Perhaps if I discuss the situation with Yugi, he will have an answer for me."
Ryou stretched his hand out towards the door, slowly pulling it open and stepping forward.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The harsh voice broke out of nowhere, and before Ryou had a chance to glance up to see who had spoken, a foot flew towards him. Ryou felt a sharp pain in his stomach and fell hard on his rear end, yelping as the wind was knocked out of him. Gasping for breath, his eyes followed the long, jean-clad legs up the attacker's body. The man was wearing a blue and white striped shirt, just like his..and..wasn't that the Millennium Ring?
"Yami!" he cried, gazing up into the man's glaring brown eyes and flowing white hair. "What.."
"Silence, fool," the older man snapped, slamming the door behind him. Ryou gulped. He tried to sit up, but his Yami gave him a harsh glare and he decided it was best not to move. Yami Bakura stared down at him, sneering.
"I have now begun my quest for ultimate power! With my newfound ability to manifest myself separately from you, I will be able to collect all the Millennium Items. I don't have to deal with your pathetic interference!"
Ryou shivered. Whenever his Yami spoke like that, he grew scared..but, in some strange way, he enjoyed hearing Yami Bakura speak of his plans. In the past, it made him proud to have such an ambitious, strong alter. Now..he wasn't quite sure why, but he enjoyed it.
"Yami," the boy spoke, cringing, "can you tell me how you managed this?"
"Fool, questioning me! My power is growing, Ryou," he spit the name. "I now have acquired the Millennium Eye in addition to my Ring, and soon I shall take control of Yugi's Millennium Puzzle as well. My separate manifestation is a simple matter. I stole one of that idiot Pegasus's blank cards used for the capture of souls. I infused a small amount of my essence into the card, and then used my Shadow abilities to bring it to life. Then, I simply took over this body as my new host."
"Does that mean you're going to leave me?" Ryou tried to sound unconcerned, but a hint of fear crept into his voice.
"It's none of your business what I plan to do!" He raised a hand to strike the young boy for his insolence, but decided it was too much effort to bend down. He kicked the young boy instead.
Ryou winced, yet dragged himself onto his knees. He leaned over and clutched his Yami's leg, not entirely sure why he was being so daring.
"What..are you doing?" the spirit snarled, too stunned to lash out at the boy.
"Yami, I don't want you to leave me," Ryou whispered, a tear sliding from his left eye.
The taller male glared, his dark eyes narrowing. "Why should your feelings interfere with my plans for conquering the world, mortal?" He spit at the younger boy, then kicked him again, causing Ryou to whimper.
"I do what I want. I take what I want. NOBODY tells me otherwise!"
Frightened, Ryou tried to scuttle backwards, but he bumped up against his bedside table, striking his head against the wood. "Oww!" he cried, surprised.
"QUIET!" his Yami roared, stepping forward. Seizing a glass from Ryou's bedside table, he threw it hard against the wall. It shattered, causing Ryou to yelp in surprise and pain as a shard of glass embedded itself in his hand. He curled against the table, eyes shut tight, awaiting a new attack.
None came.
Ryou questioningly opened one eye, then quickly shut it again in alarm. His Yami was staring at him, a strange light in his eyes. He wasn't sure what it meant, and he wasn't sure he liked it, either.
"I take what I want…" the older man murmured again. Ryou suddenly felt a surge of fear. He opened his eyes again, and his Yami was still standing there staring, with the look that frightened him. He curled tighter against the bedside table.
"I want you, Ryou!"
"W-What did you say?"
"I said I want you!"
With one fluid motion, the older man bent, pulling the thrashing Ryou away from the table. He pushed him against the carpeted floor, his hands pressing Ryou's shoulders down. The boy seemed frightened, and was kicking frantically, so the spirit moved one hand down to hold his legs while another pushed on his chest. Yet the boy still struggled, and Yami realized that he would be unable to accomplish much of anything in this state.
"Ryou, things will be much easier for you if you comply!"
For once the younger boy didn't seem in a hurry to obey, and he continued to squirm.
"Very well, you leave me no choice. ENERGY BIND!"
Yellow bands of energy suddenly leapt out of the air, wrapping themselves around Ryou's legs. Another band appeared, holding his arms close to his body. Yami Bakura smiled, a frightening smile to the small Ryou, who cried out softly.
"W-what do you want with me?"
"I want you to pleasure me!"
"B-but how?" Ryou trembled slightly, having a fairly good idea of how.
Yami Bakura tossed his hair and smiled devilishly. He bent down to his knees and knelt over the boy, his warm breath striking Ryou's cheek. The boy closed one eye, unsure of exactly what to expect.
Suddenly, Yami Bakura leaned over even further, bending his head over the other boy's. He pressed his lips firmly against Ryou's, feeling the younger one squirm and gasp as the spirit's tongue probed his lips. Ryou knew his Yami's tongue wanted entrance, but he was afraid to give in; the other's tongue managed to work through his lips, but struck Ryou's teeth, which were clenched tightly together. Yami Bakura growled slightly, angered at the boy's resistance, and struck out with a hand, slapping the boy's cheek. Reluctantly, Ryou allowed his Yami's tongue to enter, and even licked back a couple of times as it explored the inner crevices of his mouth. Although Ryou was frightened at first, his breaths began to quicken and he whimpered into Yami's mouth.
The older of the two finally pulled away, gasping for breath. Saliva streaks ran down Ryou's chin, and the brown-eyed boy was panting, eyeing his Yami warily.
"I will temporarily remove your upper bonds, if you are willing to do what I ask," Yami Bakura growled, trying to keep a measure of sternness in his voice.
"Y-Yes, okay.." Ryou was apparently very confused by the procedures. His Yami released the bonds on his arms, then leaned over him again.
"Take my shirt off, Ryou," the spirit commanded firmly. The younger one did as he asked, then rubbed his fingers against the other's smooth, silky chest, feeling its muscles…
"I didn't give you permission to do that, fool!" Yami Bakura slapped the boy roughly across his cheek, causing tears to spring to his eyes.
"Remove my pants." Ryou's eyes widened slightly and he flushed, but he did as his Yami commanded, undoing the button on his jeans and then pulling the zipper down. Apparently annoyed by his slowness, the spirit leapt to his feet and yanked the jeans the rest of the way off, then bent down, smiling wickedly at his other self.
Ryou gasped softly. Yami Bakura wore no underwear, and his arousal was highly obvious. Ryou couldn't help mentally comparing himself and the spirit, and although the Yami resembled him highly, in this respect his Yami dwarfed him.
"What are you staring at, Ryou?" sneered the spirit, knowing the answer was quite prominent.
"N-Nothing, spirit.." the boy murmured, averting his eyes.
The yami's eyes opened wide, shining strangely.
"Please me!" he cried. He knelt over the younger boy's neck, shoving his manhood into the surprised boy's mouth. Ryou sputtered, coughing, unsure of exactly what his Yami wanted him to do. He licked feebly at the intruder, then gained strength when the spirit encouraged him.
"Nngh, yes, Ryou!"
He licked harder, trying not to cough as Yami Bakura thrust into his mouth repeatedly. The older boy seemed to be enjoying himself deeply, and Ryou closed his eyes and focused more, trying to help his Yami reach a finish. Yami Bakura writhed and groaned, then finally arched his back and, gasping, came into Ryou's mouth. The younger one tried to swallow as much as he could, but finally began to cough. He spat out the rest of the liquid, which dribbled down his chin and soaked into the carpet.
Yami Bakura stood, laughing softly. He surveyed Ryou's body, his glazed eyes and spread arms. Although his legs were bound together, the spirit noticed that Ryou, too, had been aroused by their activity. Yami Bakura enjoyed seeing the boy suffer, yet he was not entirely cruel, and he realized that to not allow the boy any form of release would be unfair.
Ryou lay there, gasping, eyes glassy as he stared at his Yami. As the older boy reached a hand out, Ryou tried to curl up despite the bonds on his legs.
"What are you afraid of, Ryou?" growled the spirit. "I'm no fool, I can see perfectly well what you want. Release him!" The bonds on Ryou's legs sprang free. "I'm warning you, though, Bakura, don't resist or you'll get ten times that." The younger boy just nodded, blushing, as his Yami bent over him, undoing his pants. He assisted in removing them, as well as the underwear he wore underneath.
Yami Bakura bent and began stroking Ryou, rubbing up and down his length. The younger boy was not used to being touched, and he cried out as his Yami rubbed him. The spirit slapped his face with his free hand. "Quiet, or I'll seal your mouth shut as well," he snarled. Ryou nodded. He was extremely confused, and decided to just not think about what was happening. His yami's pace increased, rubbing and stroking. Though Ryou struggled hard to prevent himself from crying out, he was unable to stop himself from gasping, especially when his Yami used his free hand to take hold of his scrotum and squeeze it in rhythm with his strokes. Ryou's gasps grew more and more strained, until finally, he was unable to stop himself from crying out as his knees gave out and he released, staining the carpet with his fluids.
"You sound like a girl," the spirit grumbled. His tone then shifted as he regarded the floor. "Look what a mess you made!" Yami Bakura yelled, shoving the boy's head forward into the puddle. "Clean it up, fool!" Ryou had no choice but to slurp at his own fluid, trying to remove it from his dark blue carpet. He had a feeling that it was too late to clean it all up, though, and he felt a bit sick to his stomach forcing it down. Finally, he rose to his knees.
"No more, Yami, please.."
"Silence! You know you want a resolution to all of this." With that, Yami Bakura leaned over and scooped the boy up, placing him on his bed. "I'm nearly done, yet there is one more thing I want from you." Ryou was beyond objection. He was confused about why his Yami was suddenly acting like this, but he was too drawn up in the moment to care.
Ryou lay face-up on the bed, unable to keep himself from blushing furiously. He was embarrassed that the spirit was looking at him naked, since he was so unable to compare to his Yami's proportions.
Yami Bakura leaned forward, pushing himself towards Ryou's mouth again. "Just a little," he warned. "So that I'm plenty wet, but no more." Ryou, too muddled to object to the orders, bent and enveloped his Yami's renewed erection with his mouth, covering his length with saliva. The older male withdrew earlier than Ryou had hoped he would, and he crouched.
"Turn over."
Ryou knew what was coming next, and he was frightened, yet he also quivered in anticipation as he rolled over, exposing himself. His Yami licked two fingers, then pressed them gently inside, spreading and feeling. Ryou gasped slightly at the sensation, which was slightly painful but also pleasurable. He cringed as the spirit withdrew his fingers and settled himself on Ryou's rear end, then cried out, his eyes opening wide, as his Yami thrust himself inside. He felt pain at first, but it was worth it; as the spirit thrust in and out, Ryou moaned softly, the pleasurable sensations enhanced by the sting. It felt much better than he had expected, and he knew his Yami enjoyed it as well, judging from his sounds; his thrusts were quickening, and he finally gasped and erupted, filling Ryou with an incredible fullness and warmth. The younger boy simply whimpered, unable to speak.
Yami drew himself out with a popping noise, and proceeded to lay down on the bed next to Ryou. In a rare moment of tenderness, he draped his arm over the younger boy's body, kissing his back. Ryou curled against him, confused yet also fulfilled.
"Yami.." he murmured. "Please don't leave me.."
The spirit muttered something, himself confused. He had fully been planning to leave, and had initially planned to take Ryou purely for the sake of his own pleasure; but he realized in the process that he was bonded to the boy, that the time they had spent in the same mind had indeed brought them together. Yet he could not bend and show tenderness towards the boy now, could he? He had finally achieved a degree of freedom, and he already owned two Millennium Items and wanted to embark on a quest for the others. He had not expected this sudden surge of emotions..a feeling of..love for the young one?
Ryou quivered in his arms, and Yami Bakura realized the boy was crying. He opened his mouth to snap at the boy again, then stopped. After the experience they had just shared, he could not reprimand the boy. He reached up, rubbing the boy's tears, trying to comfort him.
"Shh..I won't leave just yet. I might not leave at all." Somehow, this didn't seem to help Ryou, and he only cried harder. Flustered, Yami Bakura wasn't sure exactly what to do. He just pulled the boy closer.
Suddenly, the moment was broken by a grating sound.
Briiing!!!
It was the phone on Ryou's desk. Muttering, the boy tried to dry his tears as he leaped up to answer it.
"Ryou?" the voice on the other end asked, sounding a bit worried.
"Yes, yes, I'm here," Ryou responded, trying not to let his tears show through his voice. He pressed the speakerphone button, allowing his voice to be heard throughout the room.
"It's me, Yugi! You promised me you'd duel, and you never showed up! What happened? Are you okay? I'm standing right outside your house, I'm on my cell phone. Can I come in?"
Yami Bakura cursed loudly and jumped to his feet, searching around for his clothes. He threw Ryou's pants at him, then hurriedly tugged on his own.
"Erm…In a moment, Yugi, I'm a bit busy," Ryou responded.
"Well, okay," the voice at the other end responded, not sounding entirely happy.
"I'll be out in a moment to let you in," Ryou responded, then hung up.
"Yugi! I'm going to kill that kid one of these days," snarled Yami Bakura. Then, suddenly, a wicked smile lit his face. "Or, I could just take his Puzzle.."
"You'll do no such thing!" cried Ryou, trying to pull on his clothes quickly. "I swear I won't let you out of this room if you plan to hurt Yugi."
Yami Bakura turned to face him, his eyes again cold. "I do not take orders from you, Ryou Bakura," he growled.
Ryou finished tugging on his pants and hurried to the door. He hurried down the hallway to the front door, and opened it, staring down at the short young man at his doorstep. "I'm sorry, Yugi, I didn't mean to disappoint you. I was delayed," he added, not wanting to explain to Yugi what had happened. Yugi's big eyes looked sad, and Ryou sighed, knowing his friend had been hurt by his refusal to appear.
As Yugi opened his mouth to respond, the back door suddenly slammed.
"What was- Oh, Yami!" Ryou cried, suddenly bursting into tears again. He sank to his knees, unable to move. Yugi blinked.
"Is something wrong, Ryou?" he asked.
"No, Yugi," responded Ryou. The boy was innocent, and he did not want to upset him by explaining what had happened. Yet he also wanted to warn Yugi that Yami Bakura was free, in case he attempted to attack Yugi and steal his Millennium Puzzle. But how could he explain?
"Nothing at all," Ryou sighed, staring at the ground.
~Thanks for reading! It's 'done', but I don't know if it's really done! Should I continue it? ^_^o I always do this! My fics are supposedly finished but then I leave room for something else to happen at the end, but I usually lose interest and don't continue it, driving my readers nuts. ^_^o Argh.