Bakura gave a soft sigh, looking out his window at the moon, expression thoughtful. Yuugi-kun meant well, but...
'Ah! Bakura-kun!' the small boy had exclaimed, eyes wide with concern. 'Your wrist!'
The pale haired boy had quickly pulled his sleeves down, covering the finger shaped bruises. 'It's nothing...'
'Bakura-kun! You're hurt! It's not nothing!' Yuugi had insisted. 'If someone's hurting you, tell me. We can protect you!'
Bakura had smiled sadly at his friend. 'Ii yo, Yuugi-kun... Daijoubu....'
Yuugi hadn't believed him, and in all honesty, he hadn't expected the boy to. He wouldn't have in Yuugi's position. Despite Bakura's best efforts, it was hard to conceal his bruises and other wounds that seemed to multiply by the day, new bruises replacing the ones that had faded, new scratches taking the place of those that had healed. He was incredibly grateful for the collar on his school uniform that hid most of the bite marks and bruises on his neck. He would have to work harder to hide the bruises on his wrists. He didn't want to draw any more questions he couldn't answer.... As much as he liked Yuugi-kun, he knew this was one thing he could never tell him. It would destroy the smaller boy's opinion of him completely.
He looked down, eyes widening as the Millennium Ring began to glow. Slowly, the half-translucent form of his other materialized in the room, eyes and smirk reflecting a hunger that made Bakura shiver. Without a word, the boy stood, lowering his eyes to the ground as he felt the darker boy look him over, licking his lips.
"The sweater... take it off."
Bakura complied, carefully pulling off the cream coloured sweater and letting it drop silently to the floor. He nervously smoothed the wrinkles in the green button-down shirt he had been wearing underneath the sweater, breath quickening in anticipation of what was to come.
His observer chuckled darkly as he moved closer to the boy, looking much like a predator approaching his prey. "Quivering already, yadonushi?" he asked, mere centimeters from his host. Ghostlike fingers grabbed the boy's chin and lifted his face, forcing him to meet the eyes of his darker refection. "You should be...." the apparition near whispered, voice smooth and confident. "You know what I'm going to do to you...."
The darker boy's smirk grew at his host's reaction to his words. Removing his hold, he began to pace a circle around the boy. "Now the shirt," he instructed as he resumed his examination.
Carefully, Bakura began undoing the buttons, fingers shaking slightly. He gave a small cry, freezing as he felt something cold touch the side of his neck.
There was a chuckle as the coldness began to slide carefully down his back, slicing open the green fabric. "Too slow," the darker one's voice chuckled as the destroyed shirt fell to the floor.
The pale boy shivered as he felt the tip of the knife lightly scratch cold patterns on his skin, which was swiftly heating up with the attention. He shivered again, raising his arms as the knife approached his sides. He gave a sharp gasp as the metal bit into his skin and moaned slightly as ghostly lips attacked the wound, the barely-there touches of his other's tongue causing his breath to speed up.
He nearly whimpered as touch vanished his reflection moved away to stand before him. Looking up with eyes darkened with desire he begged silently for what he knew was to come.
Slowly, his other stepped closer, a half transparent hand reaching up to gently caress the side of Bakura's face. The boy's eyes closed as he leaned into the ghostly touch. "Please..." he begged softly.
There was a chuckle. "Please what, Yadonushi?"
"Make me yours..."
The shadowy hand slid lower, tracing down the cord around the pale boy's neck down to the cold metal it held. Bakura tensed slightly, breath coming swiftly in expectation as his other took hold of the outermost pendent on the Ring. He gave a small cry as the metal pierced his skin, shivering as the darker boy slowly pushed it into him, chuckling at his soft whimpers.
"You..." his darker half near purred as he took hold of the second pendent, slowly pushing it into the pale flesh as he had the first.
"Will always..." The shadowy hands were becoming stronger and more solid as Bakura felt his knees weaken.
"Be..." A rough hand grabbed the back of his neck, holding him steady as the forth pendent, much warmer then the last punctured his chest.
[i]"Mine."[/i]
Bakura gave a strangled cry as the last pendent was driven in harshly and solid hands near flung him back onto his bed. He closed his eyes, trying to regain his breath as his pants were nearly torn off his body and he felt the weight of his other press against him. Instinctively, he reached out to hold the boy closer, but gave a small cry as he was slapped harshly and his wrists were pressed firmly into the mattress. The stinging of his cheek was swiftly forgotten as his dark reflection began to attack him with his mouth and he moaned, arching up to meet the weight that was near crushing him, pain and pleasure the same as the rough touches gave him what he craved.
He gave a startled cry as he was harshly flipped on to his stomach and forced to his hands and knees. The Ring's weight pulled at the punctured skin, but it stayed firm in his chest, almost seeming to absorb any blood that might have escaped.
Another sharp cry escaped him as his darker half took him painfully and he gave a begging whimper, which grew more frantic as his other seemed to ignore it. "Kisei-sama!" he cried, voice strained. "Please!"
The darker boy gave a grunt of acknowledgment and Bakura gave another cry as he was grabbed harshly, the nails digging into his flesh. His moans and gasps turned into a scream as his other's completion burned his insides and swiftly followed, falling limply onto the bed, eyes closed and face red as he took in deep gasps of air.
He whimpered slightly as he was rolled over and could almost feel the eyes of his darker reflection looking him over.
"You are mine..." the normally harsh voice was almost gentle as the Ring's pendants were carefully extracted. "You will always be mine, eternally."
Bakura gave a small smile as he felt the once again ghostly tongue lick the puncture wounds. "Hai, Kisei-sama..." he murmured contentedly before falling asleep.
'Ah! Bakura-kun!' the small boy had exclaimed, eyes wide with concern. 'Your wrist!'
The pale haired boy had quickly pulled his sleeves down, covering the finger shaped bruises. 'It's nothing...'
'Bakura-kun! You're hurt! It's not nothing!' Yuugi had insisted. 'If someone's hurting you, tell me. We can protect you!'
Bakura had smiled sadly at his friend. 'Ii yo, Yuugi-kun... Daijoubu....'
Yuugi hadn't believed him, and in all honesty, he hadn't expected the boy to. He wouldn't have in Yuugi's position. Despite Bakura's best efforts, it was hard to conceal his bruises and other wounds that seemed to multiply by the day, new bruises replacing the ones that had faded, new scratches taking the place of those that had healed. He was incredibly grateful for the collar on his school uniform that hid most of the bite marks and bruises on his neck. He would have to work harder to hide the bruises on his wrists. He didn't want to draw any more questions he couldn't answer.... As much as he liked Yuugi-kun, he knew this was one thing he could never tell him. It would destroy the smaller boy's opinion of him completely.
He looked down, eyes widening as the Millennium Ring began to glow. Slowly, the half-translucent form of his other materialized in the room, eyes and smirk reflecting a hunger that made Bakura shiver. Without a word, the boy stood, lowering his eyes to the ground as he felt the darker boy look him over, licking his lips.
"The sweater... take it off."
Bakura complied, carefully pulling off the cream coloured sweater and letting it drop silently to the floor. He nervously smoothed the wrinkles in the green button-down shirt he had been wearing underneath the sweater, breath quickening in anticipation of what was to come.
His observer chuckled darkly as he moved closer to the boy, looking much like a predator approaching his prey. "Quivering already, yadonushi?" he asked, mere centimeters from his host. Ghostlike fingers grabbed the boy's chin and lifted his face, forcing him to meet the eyes of his darker refection. "You should be...." the apparition near whispered, voice smooth and confident. "You know what I'm going to do to you...."
The darker boy's smirk grew at his host's reaction to his words. Removing his hold, he began to pace a circle around the boy. "Now the shirt," he instructed as he resumed his examination.
Carefully, Bakura began undoing the buttons, fingers shaking slightly. He gave a small cry, freezing as he felt something cold touch the side of his neck.
There was a chuckle as the coldness began to slide carefully down his back, slicing open the green fabric. "Too slow," the darker one's voice chuckled as the destroyed shirt fell to the floor.
The pale boy shivered as he felt the tip of the knife lightly scratch cold patterns on his skin, which was swiftly heating up with the attention. He shivered again, raising his arms as the knife approached his sides. He gave a sharp gasp as the metal bit into his skin and moaned slightly as ghostly lips attacked the wound, the barely-there touches of his other's tongue causing his breath to speed up.
He nearly whimpered as touch vanished his reflection moved away to stand before him. Looking up with eyes darkened with desire he begged silently for what he knew was to come.
Slowly, his other stepped closer, a half transparent hand reaching up to gently caress the side of Bakura's face. The boy's eyes closed as he leaned into the ghostly touch. "Please..." he begged softly.
There was a chuckle. "Please what, Yadonushi?"
"Make me yours..."
The shadowy hand slid lower, tracing down the cord around the pale boy's neck down to the cold metal it held. Bakura tensed slightly, breath coming swiftly in expectation as his other took hold of the outermost pendent on the Ring. He gave a small cry as the metal pierced his skin, shivering as the darker boy slowly pushed it into him, chuckling at his soft whimpers.
"You..." his darker half near purred as he took hold of the second pendent, slowly pushing it into the pale flesh as he had the first.
"Will always..." The shadowy hands were becoming stronger and more solid as Bakura felt his knees weaken.
"Be..." A rough hand grabbed the back of his neck, holding him steady as the forth pendent, much warmer then the last punctured his chest.
[i]"Mine."[/i]
Bakura gave a strangled cry as the last pendent was driven in harshly and solid hands near flung him back onto his bed. He closed his eyes, trying to regain his breath as his pants were nearly torn off his body and he felt the weight of his other press against him. Instinctively, he reached out to hold the boy closer, but gave a small cry as he was slapped harshly and his wrists were pressed firmly into the mattress. The stinging of his cheek was swiftly forgotten as his dark reflection began to attack him with his mouth and he moaned, arching up to meet the weight that was near crushing him, pain and pleasure the same as the rough touches gave him what he craved.
He gave a startled cry as he was harshly flipped on to his stomach and forced to his hands and knees. The Ring's weight pulled at the punctured skin, but it stayed firm in his chest, almost seeming to absorb any blood that might have escaped.
Another sharp cry escaped him as his darker half took him painfully and he gave a begging whimper, which grew more frantic as his other seemed to ignore it. "Kisei-sama!" he cried, voice strained. "Please!"
The darker boy gave a grunt of acknowledgment and Bakura gave another cry as he was grabbed harshly, the nails digging into his flesh. His moans and gasps turned into a scream as his other's completion burned his insides and swiftly followed, falling limply onto the bed, eyes closed and face red as he took in deep gasps of air.
He whimpered slightly as he was rolled over and could almost feel the eyes of his darker reflection looking him over.
"You are mine..." the normally harsh voice was almost gentle as the Ring's pendants were carefully extracted. "You will always be mine, eternally."
Bakura gave a small smile as he felt the once again ghostly tongue lick the puncture wounds. "Hai, Kisei-sama..." he murmured contentedly before falling asleep.