"All I Wanted", By Ryoubakurafan013
Disclaimer: Did you really think that I'd be rich enough to own a show as popular as Yu-Gi-Oh? Nah, neither did I.
Warnings: Heavy rape, language, yaoi, angst of the worst kind, and my sick amusement in torturing poor Ryou. Aren't I just the most evil person??
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, non-consensual Mariku/Ryou, hinted non-consensual Mariku/Malik.
Forewarning: This is the first rape scene I have written, and it is pretty graphic. If you will be offended by non-consensual Mariku/Ryou, then as soon as you're finished with Mariku's POV, scroll down to the next set of the star things (*), where it says "It's okay, you can read now," and start reading.
Chapter Four
*****Bakura's POV*****
Oh, the mere sight of all this makes me sick! But even more, my heart feels like it's slowly being torn into tiny shreds. Even so, I must bear it, for Ryou's sake. Besides, he's going through so much more than I am... all I'm doing is watching. I just can't believe that this evil, corrupt, psychotic asshole, whom I used to think I was in love with, would go this far just to get back at me for what happened so many years ago! It isn't fair...
But I must stay strong... even though my physical form is steadily weakening from being outside the Shadow Realm before my allotted time. I cannot let Mariku win. He wants to take Ryou away from me, but I can't let that happen. Because if our soul link is cut completely, we may never get it back... And Ryou would have to then live in eternal darkness. I can't let that happen to him.
*****Mariku's POV*****
I narrow my eyes at the site of Bakura's hikari sitting there, trembling. "Don't make this difficult for me, or I shall have to punish you," I say, pushing him down gently but at the same time forcefully. Pushing his legs apart from each other, I position myself to penetrate him. "You can cry if you want, I don't care, but it won't help anything."
I would prepare him for this... I would be gentler... But no one can have Bakura, apart from myself, and so I must see to it that this child is no exception. And in doing so, I must break him not only physically, but also mentally and emotionally as well. So, with a strange feeling of near- regret, I thrust into Ryou.
*****Normal POV*****
This action tore a pained scream from the hikari's throat, and he clenched his eyes shut, his body desperately trying to expel the invasion. Yet another thrust came, followed by another shrill cry. "Stop!"
Mariku smiled wickedly. "Yes. Beg me to stop. It won't change a thing!" He drove in again, and elicited another shriek.
One more push. Suddenly, Ryou felt something break, and the screaming worsened. Only now, he couldn't think straight-he was in too much pain-and so whatever he was saying became incoherent screeching. Blood spilt from his opening and out around the yami's engorged phallus.
Bakura watched his hikari's facial expressions constantly, almost afraid to look at the dark, red liquid flowing onto the carpet. Inside his soul room, however, he was holding onto his fragile light with his own trembling arms, crying softly into Ryou's hair as the hikari sobbed hopelessly.
"Stop! I'll do... anything you want! Just STOP!!" Ryou forced his eyes open, and saw that Mariku was grinning sadistically. And then, the yami began to laugh. He laughed, and thrusted inside faster, and the boy beneath him stopped his screaming.
(Ryou...?) The pain was at its worst, and Ryou turned his head to the side as he gagged a few times, before vomiting onto the carpet. And in the soul room, his spirit form began to fade. (Ryou, no! Hold on, please!! Don't leave me! Don't let him win!) But Bakura's mind message didn't get through to his hikari. Bakura clenched his eyes shut in defeat.
Ryou had given up.
(No, Ryou!) In the soul room, Bakura's hikari disappeared. And that was it. The yami knew that their link had been completely severed. And both inwardly and outwardly, cold tears slipped down his face.
The hikari gagged again, as more bile rose from his throat and filled his mouth. He choked, and his entire body heaved with silent sobs. Something warm and wet filled his insides, and Ryou wished that he could die. Dying, he realized, meant that he would no longer be in this terrible agony, and that was all he wanted at the moment.
*****It's okay, you can read now!*****
All of a sudden, Mariku's entire body convulsed, and the violet flames that had once caught Malik's body on fire now encased his own. Only this time, the blaze was a lighter purple in color, and it appeared to be causing the yami a lot of pain. He stood, gripping his hair and shrieking, as his nude body began to glow a bright white. Then, Mariku literally spontaneously combusted. It all happened in about fifteen seconds, but afterwards, Malik stood in place of his yami, looking exhausted.
"Ryou!" the Egyptian screamed, running to his friend's side. The younger retched yet again, shivering as he lay in a pool of his own blood, bile, and tears. "Ryou, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for him to come out and hurt you! He promised that he wouldn't hurt anyone but me!" Malik brought Ryou's head onto his lap and smoothed out his silvery bangs gently. "Ryou... I'm so sorry..."
The British boy turned tear-filled eyes to his friend's face, coughed, and uttered a single word. "Bakura..." His eyes slipped closed, and his body went limp, as he drifted into oblivion. Malik shifted so that he could pick Ryou up, and he carried the unconscious boy to the bathroom, setting him down in the bathtub and turning the temperature on to a warm setting, putting the plug into the drain and letting the water run. Making sure Ryou was propped up, the blonde left the room and returned to where Bakura lay crying on his couch.
"Um... I don't really know who you are, but you seem to be on Ryou's side, so I'm uh... going to untie you, okay?" Bakura opened his eyes, and Malik stepped back. The boy could see a wild mix of fear, hatred, and submission in the greyish-brown orbs, and he was almost afraid to set the yami free. But, his eyes were also filled with tears, so the blond assumed that it was best to let him loose.
As soon as he had finished untying the lengths of rope, Malik stepped back a few feet, while the yami tore the makeshift gag from his mouth and ran down the hall, disappearing into the bathroom. A few minutes later, the sound of running water stopped, and the Egyptian cautiously poked his head inside the room, where he found Bakura scooping water into one hand and gently pouring it onto his hikari's chest.
"Um... mister, I..." Malik started.
"Bakura, thanks," the dark one murmured, stoking his other half's cheek tenderly.
"Bakura, then." The boy looked rather nervous about having a total stranger in his house. "Uh, I hope you don't mind me asking you this, but... who are you?"
His eyes not leaving Ryou's unconscious form, Bakura took a deep breath. "I am Ryou's alter ego, and his keeper and supposed protector. I'm a five- thousand-year-old spirit from ancient Egypt, but was once human like you, before my soul was sealed into the Sennen Ring. Also, I was Mariku's lover long ago, and that is what has led to all this. Because of mistakes I made, Ryou has suffered..." Bakura trailed off, and swallowed hard. "I wasn't able to protect him."
Malik crouched down beside the Ring spirit, looking at his best friend's emotionless face with sorrow. "I'm sure that you did the best you could," he said, biting his lower lip.
Bakura turned to meet the blonde with his watery eyes, his own lip quivering. "But my best wasn't good enough!" he shouted, making the Egyptian cringe. "Ryou hasn't just been raped! Our souls have been torn apart. He and I were one in soul, but now we will never share that, never be that close. Malik, I LOVE Ryou with every fiber of my being, but Mariku has torn us apart!" The dark one covered his face with his hands and sobbed brokenly. Malik's eyes went wide when Bakura's body slowly turned translucent, until he could barely be seen. "I'm getting weak. Where's the Sennen Ring?" he asked, voice cracking.
"You stay here. I'll get it," Malik offered, jumping up and dashing out to the living room, returning moments later with said Item. Bakura slipped the attached cord around his neck, and instantly disappeared. "What happened to him?" the blonde wondered aloud.
No sooner had he asked the question, than Ryou began to stir. Malik was immediately alert and at his friend's side. "The hell? Ouch! I am going to kill that bastard if he ever shows his fucking face again! Damnit!" This was definitely not Ryou. Bakura had taken over his hikari's body, and was now wincing and rubbing his lower back. "That worthless asshole..." he muttered, trying to stand in the tub, but to no avail. "I won't be able to walk home! Damn you, Mariku, you insensitive, sadistic prick!"
The blonde beside him looked worried, more so than he had been only moments ago. "Is there anything I can get you, Bakura?" he asked.
His face scrunched up in pain, the yami nodded. "Advil or something... and a ride home..." He yelped when he tried to move again, making sure that the horrible irritation and pain in his backside was clearly made known.
Malik shook his head. "I can get you some pain medicine," he said, moving to the cabinets above the sink, and taking out a bottle of pills. "But you'll be staying here until Ryou's body is healed. I don't want him to be hurt worse than he's already been." When he brought two of the pills to Bakura, the yami narrowed his eyes. "Don't worry about my yami, he isn't here anymore. You saw that fire, right?" Bakura nodded. "I sent him to the Shadow Realm. He won't be coming back to hurt Ryou, or you, or me."
"You sure about that?" the fiend asked, taking the pills and swallowing them dry. "Yuck! Those taste awful!"
Despite the events of earlier, Malik laughed softly. "I'm sure," he said confidently, patting Bakura on the back. The Ring spirit scowled at him, but said nothing about this action. "Now, let me help you out."
"No! I can do it by myself." Bakura crossed his arms in a defiant pose.
The Egyptian boy shrugged. "Okay, suit yourself. But I expect you to take very good care of my best friend's body. It isn't yours, you know."
"Okay, okay! Help me!" the yami begged, as Malik started to leave.
"That's what I thought," the blonde said, turning back and holding out his arms. Bakura grabbed on, and Malik pulled him out of the bathtub, setting him down on the rug and handing him a towel, which the yami immediately used to cover himself with. The other sighed. "Bakura, will you let Ryou back out after he wakes up?"
"Not until his body is healed," Bakura muttered, wincing when he tried to stand again.
"But Bakura..."
"No, Malik! I know that you'd like to comfort him, but I don't want him to be in any more pain!" the spirit yelled, making Malik back off a bit. "I'm sorry. It's just that I feel it's my duty to suffer this for him. He shouldn't have to have a pain in his ass and his... well, you know what I mean."
"I understand." Malik held out his hand. "C'mon, I'll help you up." The yami smiled a little bit and took the hand offered. Things weren't great, but it would help to have his hikari's friend to help both he and Ryou with what had just happened. And if Mariku was in the Shadow Realm... maybe they were safe. Just maybe...
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After-word: I'm sooo sorry I had to put you all through that! It just couldn't be helped... I have to follow a plot here. But, I'm switching the genre to angst/romance after today, so the next time you want to find it, it'll be in the angst section. Once again, very sorry to have hurt poor Ryou like this!!
Disclaimer: Did you really think that I'd be rich enough to own a show as popular as Yu-Gi-Oh? Nah, neither did I.
Warnings: Heavy rape, language, yaoi, angst of the worst kind, and my sick amusement in torturing poor Ryou. Aren't I just the most evil person??
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, non-consensual Mariku/Ryou, hinted non-consensual Mariku/Malik.
Forewarning: This is the first rape scene I have written, and it is pretty graphic. If you will be offended by non-consensual Mariku/Ryou, then as soon as you're finished with Mariku's POV, scroll down to the next set of the star things (*), where it says "It's okay, you can read now," and start reading.
Chapter Four
*****Bakura's POV*****
Oh, the mere sight of all this makes me sick! But even more, my heart feels like it's slowly being torn into tiny shreds. Even so, I must bear it, for Ryou's sake. Besides, he's going through so much more than I am... all I'm doing is watching. I just can't believe that this evil, corrupt, psychotic asshole, whom I used to think I was in love with, would go this far just to get back at me for what happened so many years ago! It isn't fair...
But I must stay strong... even though my physical form is steadily weakening from being outside the Shadow Realm before my allotted time. I cannot let Mariku win. He wants to take Ryou away from me, but I can't let that happen. Because if our soul link is cut completely, we may never get it back... And Ryou would have to then live in eternal darkness. I can't let that happen to him.
*****Mariku's POV*****
I narrow my eyes at the site of Bakura's hikari sitting there, trembling. "Don't make this difficult for me, or I shall have to punish you," I say, pushing him down gently but at the same time forcefully. Pushing his legs apart from each other, I position myself to penetrate him. "You can cry if you want, I don't care, but it won't help anything."
I would prepare him for this... I would be gentler... But no one can have Bakura, apart from myself, and so I must see to it that this child is no exception. And in doing so, I must break him not only physically, but also mentally and emotionally as well. So, with a strange feeling of near- regret, I thrust into Ryou.
*****Normal POV*****
This action tore a pained scream from the hikari's throat, and he clenched his eyes shut, his body desperately trying to expel the invasion. Yet another thrust came, followed by another shrill cry. "Stop!"
Mariku smiled wickedly. "Yes. Beg me to stop. It won't change a thing!" He drove in again, and elicited another shriek.
One more push. Suddenly, Ryou felt something break, and the screaming worsened. Only now, he couldn't think straight-he was in too much pain-and so whatever he was saying became incoherent screeching. Blood spilt from his opening and out around the yami's engorged phallus.
Bakura watched his hikari's facial expressions constantly, almost afraid to look at the dark, red liquid flowing onto the carpet. Inside his soul room, however, he was holding onto his fragile light with his own trembling arms, crying softly into Ryou's hair as the hikari sobbed hopelessly.
"Stop! I'll do... anything you want! Just STOP!!" Ryou forced his eyes open, and saw that Mariku was grinning sadistically. And then, the yami began to laugh. He laughed, and thrusted inside faster, and the boy beneath him stopped his screaming.
(Ryou...?) The pain was at its worst, and Ryou turned his head to the side as he gagged a few times, before vomiting onto the carpet. And in the soul room, his spirit form began to fade. (Ryou, no! Hold on, please!! Don't leave me! Don't let him win!) But Bakura's mind message didn't get through to his hikari. Bakura clenched his eyes shut in defeat.
Ryou had given up.
(No, Ryou!) In the soul room, Bakura's hikari disappeared. And that was it. The yami knew that their link had been completely severed. And both inwardly and outwardly, cold tears slipped down his face.
The hikari gagged again, as more bile rose from his throat and filled his mouth. He choked, and his entire body heaved with silent sobs. Something warm and wet filled his insides, and Ryou wished that he could die. Dying, he realized, meant that he would no longer be in this terrible agony, and that was all he wanted at the moment.
*****It's okay, you can read now!*****
All of a sudden, Mariku's entire body convulsed, and the violet flames that had once caught Malik's body on fire now encased his own. Only this time, the blaze was a lighter purple in color, and it appeared to be causing the yami a lot of pain. He stood, gripping his hair and shrieking, as his nude body began to glow a bright white. Then, Mariku literally spontaneously combusted. It all happened in about fifteen seconds, but afterwards, Malik stood in place of his yami, looking exhausted.
"Ryou!" the Egyptian screamed, running to his friend's side. The younger retched yet again, shivering as he lay in a pool of his own blood, bile, and tears. "Ryou, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for him to come out and hurt you! He promised that he wouldn't hurt anyone but me!" Malik brought Ryou's head onto his lap and smoothed out his silvery bangs gently. "Ryou... I'm so sorry..."
The British boy turned tear-filled eyes to his friend's face, coughed, and uttered a single word. "Bakura..." His eyes slipped closed, and his body went limp, as he drifted into oblivion. Malik shifted so that he could pick Ryou up, and he carried the unconscious boy to the bathroom, setting him down in the bathtub and turning the temperature on to a warm setting, putting the plug into the drain and letting the water run. Making sure Ryou was propped up, the blonde left the room and returned to where Bakura lay crying on his couch.
"Um... I don't really know who you are, but you seem to be on Ryou's side, so I'm uh... going to untie you, okay?" Bakura opened his eyes, and Malik stepped back. The boy could see a wild mix of fear, hatred, and submission in the greyish-brown orbs, and he was almost afraid to set the yami free. But, his eyes were also filled with tears, so the blond assumed that it was best to let him loose.
As soon as he had finished untying the lengths of rope, Malik stepped back a few feet, while the yami tore the makeshift gag from his mouth and ran down the hall, disappearing into the bathroom. A few minutes later, the sound of running water stopped, and the Egyptian cautiously poked his head inside the room, where he found Bakura scooping water into one hand and gently pouring it onto his hikari's chest.
"Um... mister, I..." Malik started.
"Bakura, thanks," the dark one murmured, stoking his other half's cheek tenderly.
"Bakura, then." The boy looked rather nervous about having a total stranger in his house. "Uh, I hope you don't mind me asking you this, but... who are you?"
His eyes not leaving Ryou's unconscious form, Bakura took a deep breath. "I am Ryou's alter ego, and his keeper and supposed protector. I'm a five- thousand-year-old spirit from ancient Egypt, but was once human like you, before my soul was sealed into the Sennen Ring. Also, I was Mariku's lover long ago, and that is what has led to all this. Because of mistakes I made, Ryou has suffered..." Bakura trailed off, and swallowed hard. "I wasn't able to protect him."
Malik crouched down beside the Ring spirit, looking at his best friend's emotionless face with sorrow. "I'm sure that you did the best you could," he said, biting his lower lip.
Bakura turned to meet the blonde with his watery eyes, his own lip quivering. "But my best wasn't good enough!" he shouted, making the Egyptian cringe. "Ryou hasn't just been raped! Our souls have been torn apart. He and I were one in soul, but now we will never share that, never be that close. Malik, I LOVE Ryou with every fiber of my being, but Mariku has torn us apart!" The dark one covered his face with his hands and sobbed brokenly. Malik's eyes went wide when Bakura's body slowly turned translucent, until he could barely be seen. "I'm getting weak. Where's the Sennen Ring?" he asked, voice cracking.
"You stay here. I'll get it," Malik offered, jumping up and dashing out to the living room, returning moments later with said Item. Bakura slipped the attached cord around his neck, and instantly disappeared. "What happened to him?" the blonde wondered aloud.
No sooner had he asked the question, than Ryou began to stir. Malik was immediately alert and at his friend's side. "The hell? Ouch! I am going to kill that bastard if he ever shows his fucking face again! Damnit!" This was definitely not Ryou. Bakura had taken over his hikari's body, and was now wincing and rubbing his lower back. "That worthless asshole..." he muttered, trying to stand in the tub, but to no avail. "I won't be able to walk home! Damn you, Mariku, you insensitive, sadistic prick!"
The blonde beside him looked worried, more so than he had been only moments ago. "Is there anything I can get you, Bakura?" he asked.
His face scrunched up in pain, the yami nodded. "Advil or something... and a ride home..." He yelped when he tried to move again, making sure that the horrible irritation and pain in his backside was clearly made known.
Malik shook his head. "I can get you some pain medicine," he said, moving to the cabinets above the sink, and taking out a bottle of pills. "But you'll be staying here until Ryou's body is healed. I don't want him to be hurt worse than he's already been." When he brought two of the pills to Bakura, the yami narrowed his eyes. "Don't worry about my yami, he isn't here anymore. You saw that fire, right?" Bakura nodded. "I sent him to the Shadow Realm. He won't be coming back to hurt Ryou, or you, or me."
"You sure about that?" the fiend asked, taking the pills and swallowing them dry. "Yuck! Those taste awful!"
Despite the events of earlier, Malik laughed softly. "I'm sure," he said confidently, patting Bakura on the back. The Ring spirit scowled at him, but said nothing about this action. "Now, let me help you out."
"No! I can do it by myself." Bakura crossed his arms in a defiant pose.
The Egyptian boy shrugged. "Okay, suit yourself. But I expect you to take very good care of my best friend's body. It isn't yours, you know."
"Okay, okay! Help me!" the yami begged, as Malik started to leave.
"That's what I thought," the blonde said, turning back and holding out his arms. Bakura grabbed on, and Malik pulled him out of the bathtub, setting him down on the rug and handing him a towel, which the yami immediately used to cover himself with. The other sighed. "Bakura, will you let Ryou back out after he wakes up?"
"Not until his body is healed," Bakura muttered, wincing when he tried to stand again.
"But Bakura..."
"No, Malik! I know that you'd like to comfort him, but I don't want him to be in any more pain!" the spirit yelled, making Malik back off a bit. "I'm sorry. It's just that I feel it's my duty to suffer this for him. He shouldn't have to have a pain in his ass and his... well, you know what I mean."
"I understand." Malik held out his hand. "C'mon, I'll help you up." The yami smiled a little bit and took the hand offered. Things weren't great, but it would help to have his hikari's friend to help both he and Ryou with what had just happened. And if Mariku was in the Shadow Realm... maybe they were safe. Just maybe...
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After-word: I'm sooo sorry I had to put you all through that! It just couldn't be helped... I have to follow a plot here. But, I'm switching the genre to angst/romance after today, so the next time you want to find it, it'll be in the angst section. Once again, very sorry to have hurt poor Ryou like this!!