"All I Wanted", By Ryoubakurafan013
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is not mine.
Warnings: Language, slight violence, horrific scenes, thematic elements, suggestiveness, yaoi, rape.
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, non-consensual Mariku/Ryou, hinted non-consensual Mariku/Malik.
Chapter Two
The blonde reached to Bakura's bare chest, and fingered the Ring around his neck. "I'm taking this to add to my collection. Then I'll have three-Rod, Ring, and Torque." He took the Ring from Bakura's neck, and immediately, Ryou appeared, blinking. At the same moment, Mariku and the Ring disappeared, just as Malik woke up, and clothing immediately materialized onto him, as if nothing of the past twenty minutes had happened.
"Urgh... Ryou?" the boy asked faintly. "What happened? Did someone-ah!" Bakura knew what the Egyptian's sudden cry meant-Mariku had taken over his body.
"Ah, sorry about that, Ryou. My head kinda hurts. Did anything happen?" Bakura knew that Mariku was faking his hikari's voice.
Meanwhile, Ryou was in a daze. "Where's my yami?" he asked quietly. "Where's Bakura?" He suddenly appeared panicked. "I can't sense his presence! Oh my god! He isn't there! The Ring isn't here! He's gone!!" The silver-haired yami said something, though through the gag it sounded mumbled, and Ryou turned around suddenly to see Bakura lying on the couch. "Malik, what- ahh!" Mariku grabbed the hikari by his waist, and pulled him back, onto the floor.
"So sorry, Ryou," the yami said. "It is his fault that your friend Malik is no longer here. He has killed him." Ryou's eyes widened, and he shook his head. "Ah, so you do not believe me? Why do you think ropes now bind him? I came to save Malik, but by the time I could get out of the Millennium Rod, it was too late." Mariku lowered his head. "Your yami fooled you, don't you see? It was all just an act to get you to trust him. He doesn't love you, Ryou. He is incapable of love, I of all people should know. I knew him in the past, thousands of years ago. I can tell that you do not believe this, either, that I had a past life, but I am telling you the truth."
Ryou was horrorstruck, Mariku's words coming at him just like a huge tidal wave; he couldn't escape them. He lay there on the floor, looking up into the face that was so much like his friend's, yet he knew that this couldn't be Malik, and he suddenly felt sick. "But why?" he managed to choke out, his words barely audible, his voice wavering, on the brink of tears. "Why did he...?"
Mariku smirked, and knelt down beside the young boy. "Bakura is an evil man, capable of doing anything he wants. He wants to kill you, too, Ryou. After you turn fifteen, he can come out of the Ring of his own accord, and whenever he wants to. He will kill you and take away your Millennium Item for himself, and use it for evil. You can stop him now, though, if you try."
"H-how?"
"Kill him. Quickly. Now." The Egyptian smiled cruelly, reaching behind him and retrieving the Millennium Rod from his belt loops on his jeans. He twisted it, and it became a dagger. "Your choice, Ryou. You can kill him, in revenge for his killing Malik. Or you can let him free, and he will try to kill you next chance he gets."
Ryou timidly took the Rod from Mariku. "Will he feel any pain, since he's a spirit?"
"My dear boy... you _want_ him to feel pain, don't you? To suffer for what he has done to my hikari? To your friend? But he will not feel it. He will simply vanish when you strike him through the heart with this. Don't hesitate. Do it." The silver-haired hikari stood and walked slowly over to the couch where Bakura lay. The yami had his eyes clenched shut, and Ryou could see the tears streaming from under his eyelids. The light one had the same liquid flowing from his brown orbs, from fear of what Mariku had said. Fear that what had been said was true. "Just kill him, Ryou. His tears are not from sorrow for his wrongs, but merely from the sorrow of being caught in the act."
(All I wanted was to make Ryou happy, because I love him... all I wanted was to be rid of Mariku... all I want now is just to die... he's poisoned my hikari against me, and Ryou believed him... he used his dirty mind tricks on my hikari... and I am the one to pay for it... goodbye, my beautiful light... I love you...)
((Bakura?!))
(...Ryou? You can still hear my thoughts!)
Ryou was shocked. His yami had said, without him meaning for the hikari to hear, that Mariku was lying. He had told Ryou that he loved him. And... "He called me his 'beautiful light'."
"What?? Are you out of your mind, child? Kill him and be rid of him! He is pure evil!"
Ryou dropped the dagger at his feet, and sank to his knees. "You heard me correctly, yami Malik. Bakura called me his 'beautiful light'. And you know what else? He loves me. My yami loves me. Now how in the world could I kill someone that loves me, if I also love him? I cannot kill him." Then Ryou turned around, standing once again, and faced Mariku. "And you are a liar. I don't know what has happened to Malik, but I am sure that whatever it was had something to do with you. And I doubt that he's dead, because Bakura told me that if I died, he couldn't live, because he needs me as a host. Not as in a host that a parasite feeds off of, which is, I'm sure, the way you and Malik live, but as in someone that he needs."
This long oration had caused Mariku to... blink. Then, after Ryou had finished, he clapped his tanned hands together several times, applauding the hikari. "Well done, Ryou! You have managed to overcome a great obstacle to strengthen the bond between you and Bakura, though you didn't know that that would be the prize. But I know of a way that I can take that bond away from you completely. I will break it, and break your spirit in the process."
(Oh no... he can't mean... he wouldn't! NO! RYOU, RUN AWAY FROM HERE! HE WILL RAPE YOU, HE WON'T HESITATE! RUN!)
Ryou turned back to Bakura, a look of complete and utter panic and confusion on his delicate features. ((I can't leave without you, Bakura!))
(Yes you can! I'll come later, just leave! He cannot kill me, you can, but he cannot! Just run, for the love of Ra!)
But Ryou just stood there, with a deer-in-the-headlights look, his gaze frozen onto his yami, who looked completely miserable. Mariku, meanwhile, grabbed Ryou's shirt collar and dragged him over to the same wall that he had thrown bakura against only minutes earlier. The spirit deposited the silver-haired boy onto the floor, and then lowered himself on top of the flailing teen. Ryou didn't struggle much longer though, after he was slapped sharply across his face.
"You would do better to shut up, Ryou. If I hear anything negative from your mouth again, I'll suffocate you. And be thankful that I'm not in the mood to kill you, though you may take care of that yourself after I'm through with you." The blonde turned his head to the other yami on the couch. "So, Bakura... should I molest him first? Or should I just get this over with?"
Bakura's eyes were clenched shut, and more tears flowed down from under his closed eyelids and onto the couch. But even so, he still maintained contact with his light through their mental link. (Ryou, hikari, I'm so sorry... It pains me so much to look at you like this. I have already failed as your protector, and now I can't even look at you.)
((Bakura...) The yami noticed that even though neither of them had the Ring in their possession, Ryou's voice was coming as strongly through his end of their bond as it had ever been. ((Please, don't blame yourself for this. It isn't your fault at all,) he pleaded.
The two found themselves in Bakura's soul room, even though their bodies were still in the physical realm, not the Shadow Realm. They embraced, both refusing to let the other go. ((Bakura, please hold me here, through all this. I'm so scared... Don't ever let go, not for one second.))
(Never,) Bakura murmured, burying his face in the shorter teen's hair, letting his tears soak into the soft, silky mass of silver locks. (No matter what he does, never let him cut us off. Look into my eyes, hikari.) In his physical form, Ryou did as he was told, and his yami slowly opened his own brown orbs, holding the younger's gaze, blinking back the salty liquid that still threatened to spill.
"Your mind link will be useless when I'm done, young one, so you might as well give it up now." Jolted out of his semi-trance, Ryou looked up into Mariku's icy lavender eyes with his own fear-filled chocolate ones. He realized suddenly that the Egyptian had managed somehow to remove his pale- blue shirt, and was currently working on the zipper of his jeans. "Damn this thing... This is why I always wear robes..." he muttered. But eventually, he managed to pull the jeans off of Ryou's slim hips, along with his boxers, and he tossed the items behind him carelessly. "Hmmmm... So much like Bakura," he murmured softly, settling himself between Ryou's legs. The Egyptian ran his tanned hands down the boy's thighs, and leaned down to kiss his lips gently. Ryou whimpered quietly, refusing to admit Mariku's persisting tongue into his mouth. That is, until he received another slap, to which he responded with a yelp, opening his mouth and allowing the blonde entrance.
After a while, when Ryou felt as if he couldn't breathe, for the tongue had been pressed almost down his throat, Mariku withdrew, sitting on his haunches and smirking. "Ahhh, the taste of innocence... I haven't experienced that since I last molested my own hikari... never did anything more than that though, I don't want him broken to the point of killing himself yet. I'll wait for that day, when I'm finally able to exist without him." He chuckled. "Now, that'll be fun... watching him die afterwards."
Ryou had a slight look of disgust on his face. "You would do that sort of thing for fun?!" he asked, revolted. All he received for an answer was yet another slap, and with that he gave up verbal speech. And he was also becoming less and less talkative in Bakura's soul room.
(Ryou, look at me! Look into my eyes!) The teen did so, but only for a few seconds, before turning away. He couldn't bear to see that awful pain in his yami's eyes anymore, when he knew that he was the cause of it all. His focus was instead on Mariku's actions, as the blonde ripped away his own robes with ease, revealing more tanned skin, muscles, and something that Ryou still feared...
It was apparent that Mariku was very attracted to Ryou. "Let's see if you're as good as your darker side was a few millennia ago," he said, moving up to sit on the boy's chest. "Suck me," the blonde commanded, and Ryou looked absolutely horrified. "Do it, or else I shall force you!" Ryou shook his head, eyes wide. "Fine, have it your way..." The Egyptian forced Ryou's head up, hurting the boy's neck, which made him gasp. Mariku took advantage of the silver-haired teen's open mouth by forcing his erection inside, jamming it down the boy's throat. Ryou gagged and tried to push the older one off of him, but Mariku was much stronger, and forced Ryou's hands to his sides, pinning him effectively. "Now... suck."
Ryou complied soundlessly, sucking as hard as he could so that his tongue was stinging with pain. He could taste the salty precum trickling down his throat, hear the Egyptian atop him panting, and feel the forceful thrusts into his mouth and down his throat. And he began to lose the will to breathe. His mind link began closing off involuntarily, from the lack of oxygen, which sent Bakura into a total panic. (Ryou, keep your end of the link open! It's your only hope! If you close it up, he'll break you completely!)
But this didn't matter anymore, because as soon as he had said this through their mind link, Mariku drove in one final time before moaning with his release. Bakura watched in repulsion while the blonde's semen flowed from the edges of Ryou's mouth. Mariku pulled his now-limp member from it and crawled off of Ryou, sitting down and resting. The younger boy choked and spit the whitish liquid out onto the carpeting, sitting up and coughing as more of the seed came from his throat. "Urgh..." he groaned painfully, holding his stomach as he continued to cough.
"Well, I had a hard time getting you to obey me, but you did a very good job." Ryou turned around to face the man that had so cruelly forced him into what had just recently occurred. The painfully shattered innocence could be plainly seen in his brown eyes, and even the evil spirit felt a tiny bit of an ache for the boy. But it wasn't nearly as great as the urge to get revenge on Bakura for whatever had made him so angry. So he chose to forget that the trivial pain was even there.
((Bakura, I survived...))
In his soul room, the yami held Ryou even closer to him. They were now sitting on his bed, and the hikari had his face buried into Bakura's lap. (Yes, you did. But you must understand that what you just experienced is nothing like what he plans on doing to you next.)
((What? You mean to tell me that it's not over yet!?)) Solemnly, the dark one nodded. ((Then what will he do to me?!)) Ryou asked, sitting up now and taking his yami's hands in his.
(He's going to take away your virginity.)
((My... but how is that possible? Bakura, I don't know anything!)) The teen put his head back down into Bakura's lap and sobbed desperately. The Ring spirit tried his best to comfort the troubled boy, while deep down inside having a horrifying feeling that he was going to lose the person he loved the most at the hands of his former lover...
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After-notes: Sorry I'm making this so sad. The next chapter, if you haven't noticed yet, will be a tear-jerker, if you're emotional like I am. (This coming from someone who tends to cry happy tears when she reads Bakura/Ryou marriage fics.) Thank you for all the wonderful reviews on this story, and I hope to have more for this chapter!! Ja ne 'till then!
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh is not mine.
Warnings: Language, slight violence, horrific scenes, thematic elements, suggestiveness, yaoi, rape.
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, non-consensual Mariku/Ryou, hinted non-consensual Mariku/Malik.
Chapter Two
The blonde reached to Bakura's bare chest, and fingered the Ring around his neck. "I'm taking this to add to my collection. Then I'll have three-Rod, Ring, and Torque." He took the Ring from Bakura's neck, and immediately, Ryou appeared, blinking. At the same moment, Mariku and the Ring disappeared, just as Malik woke up, and clothing immediately materialized onto him, as if nothing of the past twenty minutes had happened.
"Urgh... Ryou?" the boy asked faintly. "What happened? Did someone-ah!" Bakura knew what the Egyptian's sudden cry meant-Mariku had taken over his body.
"Ah, sorry about that, Ryou. My head kinda hurts. Did anything happen?" Bakura knew that Mariku was faking his hikari's voice.
Meanwhile, Ryou was in a daze. "Where's my yami?" he asked quietly. "Where's Bakura?" He suddenly appeared panicked. "I can't sense his presence! Oh my god! He isn't there! The Ring isn't here! He's gone!!" The silver-haired yami said something, though through the gag it sounded mumbled, and Ryou turned around suddenly to see Bakura lying on the couch. "Malik, what- ahh!" Mariku grabbed the hikari by his waist, and pulled him back, onto the floor.
"So sorry, Ryou," the yami said. "It is his fault that your friend Malik is no longer here. He has killed him." Ryou's eyes widened, and he shook his head. "Ah, so you do not believe me? Why do you think ropes now bind him? I came to save Malik, but by the time I could get out of the Millennium Rod, it was too late." Mariku lowered his head. "Your yami fooled you, don't you see? It was all just an act to get you to trust him. He doesn't love you, Ryou. He is incapable of love, I of all people should know. I knew him in the past, thousands of years ago. I can tell that you do not believe this, either, that I had a past life, but I am telling you the truth."
Ryou was horrorstruck, Mariku's words coming at him just like a huge tidal wave; he couldn't escape them. He lay there on the floor, looking up into the face that was so much like his friend's, yet he knew that this couldn't be Malik, and he suddenly felt sick. "But why?" he managed to choke out, his words barely audible, his voice wavering, on the brink of tears. "Why did he...?"
Mariku smirked, and knelt down beside the young boy. "Bakura is an evil man, capable of doing anything he wants. He wants to kill you, too, Ryou. After you turn fifteen, he can come out of the Ring of his own accord, and whenever he wants to. He will kill you and take away your Millennium Item for himself, and use it for evil. You can stop him now, though, if you try."
"H-how?"
"Kill him. Quickly. Now." The Egyptian smiled cruelly, reaching behind him and retrieving the Millennium Rod from his belt loops on his jeans. He twisted it, and it became a dagger. "Your choice, Ryou. You can kill him, in revenge for his killing Malik. Or you can let him free, and he will try to kill you next chance he gets."
Ryou timidly took the Rod from Mariku. "Will he feel any pain, since he's a spirit?"
"My dear boy... you _want_ him to feel pain, don't you? To suffer for what he has done to my hikari? To your friend? But he will not feel it. He will simply vanish when you strike him through the heart with this. Don't hesitate. Do it." The silver-haired hikari stood and walked slowly over to the couch where Bakura lay. The yami had his eyes clenched shut, and Ryou could see the tears streaming from under his eyelids. The light one had the same liquid flowing from his brown orbs, from fear of what Mariku had said. Fear that what had been said was true. "Just kill him, Ryou. His tears are not from sorrow for his wrongs, but merely from the sorrow of being caught in the act."
(All I wanted was to make Ryou happy, because I love him... all I wanted was to be rid of Mariku... all I want now is just to die... he's poisoned my hikari against me, and Ryou believed him... he used his dirty mind tricks on my hikari... and I am the one to pay for it... goodbye, my beautiful light... I love you...)
((Bakura?!))
(...Ryou? You can still hear my thoughts!)
Ryou was shocked. His yami had said, without him meaning for the hikari to hear, that Mariku was lying. He had told Ryou that he loved him. And... "He called me his 'beautiful light'."
"What?? Are you out of your mind, child? Kill him and be rid of him! He is pure evil!"
Ryou dropped the dagger at his feet, and sank to his knees. "You heard me correctly, yami Malik. Bakura called me his 'beautiful light'. And you know what else? He loves me. My yami loves me. Now how in the world could I kill someone that loves me, if I also love him? I cannot kill him." Then Ryou turned around, standing once again, and faced Mariku. "And you are a liar. I don't know what has happened to Malik, but I am sure that whatever it was had something to do with you. And I doubt that he's dead, because Bakura told me that if I died, he couldn't live, because he needs me as a host. Not as in a host that a parasite feeds off of, which is, I'm sure, the way you and Malik live, but as in someone that he needs."
This long oration had caused Mariku to... blink. Then, after Ryou had finished, he clapped his tanned hands together several times, applauding the hikari. "Well done, Ryou! You have managed to overcome a great obstacle to strengthen the bond between you and Bakura, though you didn't know that that would be the prize. But I know of a way that I can take that bond away from you completely. I will break it, and break your spirit in the process."
(Oh no... he can't mean... he wouldn't! NO! RYOU, RUN AWAY FROM HERE! HE WILL RAPE YOU, HE WON'T HESITATE! RUN!)
Ryou turned back to Bakura, a look of complete and utter panic and confusion on his delicate features. ((I can't leave without you, Bakura!))
(Yes you can! I'll come later, just leave! He cannot kill me, you can, but he cannot! Just run, for the love of Ra!)
But Ryou just stood there, with a deer-in-the-headlights look, his gaze frozen onto his yami, who looked completely miserable. Mariku, meanwhile, grabbed Ryou's shirt collar and dragged him over to the same wall that he had thrown bakura against only minutes earlier. The spirit deposited the silver-haired boy onto the floor, and then lowered himself on top of the flailing teen. Ryou didn't struggle much longer though, after he was slapped sharply across his face.
"You would do better to shut up, Ryou. If I hear anything negative from your mouth again, I'll suffocate you. And be thankful that I'm not in the mood to kill you, though you may take care of that yourself after I'm through with you." The blonde turned his head to the other yami on the couch. "So, Bakura... should I molest him first? Or should I just get this over with?"
Bakura's eyes were clenched shut, and more tears flowed down from under his closed eyelids and onto the couch. But even so, he still maintained contact with his light through their mental link. (Ryou, hikari, I'm so sorry... It pains me so much to look at you like this. I have already failed as your protector, and now I can't even look at you.)
((Bakura...) The yami noticed that even though neither of them had the Ring in their possession, Ryou's voice was coming as strongly through his end of their bond as it had ever been. ((Please, don't blame yourself for this. It isn't your fault at all,) he pleaded.
The two found themselves in Bakura's soul room, even though their bodies were still in the physical realm, not the Shadow Realm. They embraced, both refusing to let the other go. ((Bakura, please hold me here, through all this. I'm so scared... Don't ever let go, not for one second.))
(Never,) Bakura murmured, burying his face in the shorter teen's hair, letting his tears soak into the soft, silky mass of silver locks. (No matter what he does, never let him cut us off. Look into my eyes, hikari.) In his physical form, Ryou did as he was told, and his yami slowly opened his own brown orbs, holding the younger's gaze, blinking back the salty liquid that still threatened to spill.
"Your mind link will be useless when I'm done, young one, so you might as well give it up now." Jolted out of his semi-trance, Ryou looked up into Mariku's icy lavender eyes with his own fear-filled chocolate ones. He realized suddenly that the Egyptian had managed somehow to remove his pale- blue shirt, and was currently working on the zipper of his jeans. "Damn this thing... This is why I always wear robes..." he muttered. But eventually, he managed to pull the jeans off of Ryou's slim hips, along with his boxers, and he tossed the items behind him carelessly. "Hmmmm... So much like Bakura," he murmured softly, settling himself between Ryou's legs. The Egyptian ran his tanned hands down the boy's thighs, and leaned down to kiss his lips gently. Ryou whimpered quietly, refusing to admit Mariku's persisting tongue into his mouth. That is, until he received another slap, to which he responded with a yelp, opening his mouth and allowing the blonde entrance.
After a while, when Ryou felt as if he couldn't breathe, for the tongue had been pressed almost down his throat, Mariku withdrew, sitting on his haunches and smirking. "Ahhh, the taste of innocence... I haven't experienced that since I last molested my own hikari... never did anything more than that though, I don't want him broken to the point of killing himself yet. I'll wait for that day, when I'm finally able to exist without him." He chuckled. "Now, that'll be fun... watching him die afterwards."
Ryou had a slight look of disgust on his face. "You would do that sort of thing for fun?!" he asked, revolted. All he received for an answer was yet another slap, and with that he gave up verbal speech. And he was also becoming less and less talkative in Bakura's soul room.
(Ryou, look at me! Look into my eyes!) The teen did so, but only for a few seconds, before turning away. He couldn't bear to see that awful pain in his yami's eyes anymore, when he knew that he was the cause of it all. His focus was instead on Mariku's actions, as the blonde ripped away his own robes with ease, revealing more tanned skin, muscles, and something that Ryou still feared...
It was apparent that Mariku was very attracted to Ryou. "Let's see if you're as good as your darker side was a few millennia ago," he said, moving up to sit on the boy's chest. "Suck me," the blonde commanded, and Ryou looked absolutely horrified. "Do it, or else I shall force you!" Ryou shook his head, eyes wide. "Fine, have it your way..." The Egyptian forced Ryou's head up, hurting the boy's neck, which made him gasp. Mariku took advantage of the silver-haired teen's open mouth by forcing his erection inside, jamming it down the boy's throat. Ryou gagged and tried to push the older one off of him, but Mariku was much stronger, and forced Ryou's hands to his sides, pinning him effectively. "Now... suck."
Ryou complied soundlessly, sucking as hard as he could so that his tongue was stinging with pain. He could taste the salty precum trickling down his throat, hear the Egyptian atop him panting, and feel the forceful thrusts into his mouth and down his throat. And he began to lose the will to breathe. His mind link began closing off involuntarily, from the lack of oxygen, which sent Bakura into a total panic. (Ryou, keep your end of the link open! It's your only hope! If you close it up, he'll break you completely!)
But this didn't matter anymore, because as soon as he had said this through their mind link, Mariku drove in one final time before moaning with his release. Bakura watched in repulsion while the blonde's semen flowed from the edges of Ryou's mouth. Mariku pulled his now-limp member from it and crawled off of Ryou, sitting down and resting. The younger boy choked and spit the whitish liquid out onto the carpeting, sitting up and coughing as more of the seed came from his throat. "Urgh..." he groaned painfully, holding his stomach as he continued to cough.
"Well, I had a hard time getting you to obey me, but you did a very good job." Ryou turned around to face the man that had so cruelly forced him into what had just recently occurred. The painfully shattered innocence could be plainly seen in his brown eyes, and even the evil spirit felt a tiny bit of an ache for the boy. But it wasn't nearly as great as the urge to get revenge on Bakura for whatever had made him so angry. So he chose to forget that the trivial pain was even there.
((Bakura, I survived...))
In his soul room, the yami held Ryou even closer to him. They were now sitting on his bed, and the hikari had his face buried into Bakura's lap. (Yes, you did. But you must understand that what you just experienced is nothing like what he plans on doing to you next.)
((What? You mean to tell me that it's not over yet!?)) Solemnly, the dark one nodded. ((Then what will he do to me?!)) Ryou asked, sitting up now and taking his yami's hands in his.
(He's going to take away your virginity.)
((My... but how is that possible? Bakura, I don't know anything!)) The teen put his head back down into Bakura's lap and sobbed desperately. The Ring spirit tried his best to comfort the troubled boy, while deep down inside having a horrifying feeling that he was going to lose the person he loved the most at the hands of his former lover...
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After-notes: Sorry I'm making this so sad. The next chapter, if you haven't noticed yet, will be a tear-jerker, if you're emotional like I am. (This coming from someone who tends to cry happy tears when she reads Bakura/Ryou marriage fics.) Thank you for all the wonderful reviews on this story, and I hope to have more for this chapter!! Ja ne 'till then!