Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I've been more depressed then pissed
lately, so it was hard for me to write.
Thank you to my reviewers: Dreigon, AmenOsirus, Sour Schuyler, Anime Crazed, Seto_Girl, and UnknownDarkMystery. And for the confusion about Ryou going psycho, (sorry about it being vague; I'm not that good with descriptions) it was all in Ryou's head. He finally cracked, and the Ring was affected by the two different powerful emotions coming from its bearers. So the Ring itself did not make Ryou crazy. I hope that makes sense.
Also, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, and the probable lateness of the next one, seeing as I am going out of town for Spring Break. But the next chapter might up the rating (if I'm in the correct mood while writing it) depending on wether it's graphic or not. And I have a question. Can anyone tell me how to do bold and italics?. . . . . . .
Please read and review.
Chapter 3: Have come back and are haunting me
Bakura growled deeply as he picked himself up off the floor. He felt the side of his face, where blood was still trickling down, and hissed. "Ryou. . . ."
-No one- stood up to -him-.
-Ever-.
Bakura's eyes darkened with barely harnessed fury. His copy of the Ring reappeared around his neck, and his body began to glow. His hair flared out, his nails became sharp and lengthened. Snarling, he crouched into theif position.
Ryou had taken his blood from him.
And for doing so. . . . the hikari would pay.
Fifty times over.
With that thought, Bakura disappeared into the night.
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Ryou's sneakers thudded monotonously against the pavement as he struggled to push himself past his endurance level.
He felt, not pain, because his body has gone numb a while ago, but exhaustion. Only one thought consumed the light's being, only one thought did he devote his entire strength to. . . .
Run.
His breath was coming in heavy gasps now, but he did not even want to imagine what would happen if he stopped.
Ryou had no doubt that the next time he met up with Bakura. . . . he would be sent to hell.
And so, through dull senses, unsure footing, and thorough confusion, he continued his attempt to escape.
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Two glowing eyes were the only sign of the theif hidden in the shadows.
He was getting close now. . . . he could smell it.
Bakura licked his lips and bared his fangs.
His hands ached to rip Ryou's flesh, and his mouth went dry to think of the hikari's sweet, sweet blood pouring over his tongue.
The demon felt a tremor from the Ring. Ryou was getting weak. . . .
Bakura unsheathed his dagger and watched it glint in the moonlight for a few moments, biding his time. The blade reminded him somewhat of Ryou's hair.
Beautiful.
Suddenly his chest seized up and his insides gave an uncomfortable lurch.
"What in Ra's name was that?!" Bakura snapped at himself in surprise. The uncomfortable feeling did not fade.
After waiting a minute, Bakura hissed at his foolishness. He angrily commanded his body to work properly, and resumed his hunt.
But, despite his efforts, each time he envisioned the dead light torn to wonderful, satisfactory shreds, his heart began to throb.
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Ryou's energy was fading fast.
He kept up his pace, panting raggedly, but steadily continued to weaken.
Suddenly, he collapsed onto the sidewalk, skidding roughly to a halt and scraping himself up.
"No," he rasped, desperately trying to clear his suddenly pain-filled head. "Have to. . . . get. . . . away. . . ."
But as the hikari exhaustedly tried to lift himself up, he used the final reserves of his strength. Ryou's world went black.
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About ten minutes later, Bakura melted out of the darkness to survey the limp, bleeding form of his hikari. He sniffed in disdain.
It seemed his work had already been done for him.
Growling annoyedly, he turned to go home. What use was there in cutting someone that was already bleeding? Ryou's blood would be sour until he at least partially healed.
Just as Bakura was about to leap away, he heard a tense moan from behind him. He spun around to see Ryou fighting to get up, and losing.
But that wasn't what caught the yami's eye. What the dark soon found himself staring at was large amounts of bare, creamy smooth skin, lightly brushed in blood.
He licked his lips as Ryou shifted in pain, stretching the holes in his clothing even wider, so that the moonlight was allowed to give the flesh a beautiful luster.
Bakura suddenly felt a groan bubble up from within him as the hikari's faded jeans slipped even lower down his slim hips. Ryou was gaining his strength back, and ever so slowly stretching and flexing his muscles.
The fiend had not felt -so- good in -so- long. . . . and he found himself wanting Ryou. . . .
Badly.
Bakura crept inaudibly up to the light and scooped him into his arms. Ryou let out a cry of surprise and began to struggle, but he wasn't strong enough yet. Eventually, he gave up, and just hissed at Bakura the entire way home.
Like a fleeting shadow, the theif flitted through the alleyways, and they were back at the house much sooner than Ryou would have liked.
Bakura carried a now strengthened and thrashing Ryou up to his room.
"Let me go!" the hikari spat fiestily.
Bakura bared his teeth. "No." He forced Ryou onto the bed and managed to get atop him, straddling his hips. Ryou's eyes widened in fear.
"W-what are you doing?" he screeched, clawing at the blankets. Bakura moaned as Ryou's stuggling under him resulted in a very arousing grinding motion. He pinned Ryou's arms down, and the boy sucked in his breath and winced, bracing himself.
"Ryou. . . ." Bakura purred, putting his forehead on the other's. The light paled and gulped, unconciously arching into Bakura as he forced his face farther away. Bakura gritted his teeth as he felt himself harden.
"Y-yes?" asked Ryou nervously, his former confidence absent now that his secret love was straddling his hips seductively. He had a feeling he knew what was coming.
"You are mine," whispered Bakura huskily as his fingers slyly undid the first button of Ryou's shirt.
"N-n--mmmmnnnnn. . . ." Ryou's refusal was interrupted with a moan as Bakura ran his hot mouth over the top of Ryou's chest.
Bakura sneered ferally, his eyes glazed over, and moved his mouth back up to his hikari's, their lips just brushing as he spoke.
"And I shall take you." He shoved his tongue down Ryou's throat.
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tbc?
This is my first time attempting any lemons or rape; sorry if it sucks.
Thank you to my reviewers: Dreigon, AmenOsirus, Sour Schuyler, Anime Crazed, Seto_Girl, and UnknownDarkMystery. And for the confusion about Ryou going psycho, (sorry about it being vague; I'm not that good with descriptions) it was all in Ryou's head. He finally cracked, and the Ring was affected by the two different powerful emotions coming from its bearers. So the Ring itself did not make Ryou crazy. I hope that makes sense.
Also, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, and the probable lateness of the next one, seeing as I am going out of town for Spring Break. But the next chapter might up the rating (if I'm in the correct mood while writing it) depending on wether it's graphic or not. And I have a question. Can anyone tell me how to do bold and italics?. . . . . . .
Please read and review.
Chapter 3: Have come back and are haunting me
Bakura growled deeply as he picked himself up off the floor. He felt the side of his face, where blood was still trickling down, and hissed. "Ryou. . . ."
-No one- stood up to -him-.
-Ever-.
Bakura's eyes darkened with barely harnessed fury. His copy of the Ring reappeared around his neck, and his body began to glow. His hair flared out, his nails became sharp and lengthened. Snarling, he crouched into theif position.
Ryou had taken his blood from him.
And for doing so. . . . the hikari would pay.
Fifty times over.
With that thought, Bakura disappeared into the night.
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Ryou's sneakers thudded monotonously against the pavement as he struggled to push himself past his endurance level.
He felt, not pain, because his body has gone numb a while ago, but exhaustion. Only one thought consumed the light's being, only one thought did he devote his entire strength to. . . .
Run.
His breath was coming in heavy gasps now, but he did not even want to imagine what would happen if he stopped.
Ryou had no doubt that the next time he met up with Bakura. . . . he would be sent to hell.
And so, through dull senses, unsure footing, and thorough confusion, he continued his attempt to escape.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two glowing eyes were the only sign of the theif hidden in the shadows.
He was getting close now. . . . he could smell it.
Bakura licked his lips and bared his fangs.
His hands ached to rip Ryou's flesh, and his mouth went dry to think of the hikari's sweet, sweet blood pouring over his tongue.
The demon felt a tremor from the Ring. Ryou was getting weak. . . .
Bakura unsheathed his dagger and watched it glint in the moonlight for a few moments, biding his time. The blade reminded him somewhat of Ryou's hair.
Beautiful.
Suddenly his chest seized up and his insides gave an uncomfortable lurch.
"What in Ra's name was that?!" Bakura snapped at himself in surprise. The uncomfortable feeling did not fade.
After waiting a minute, Bakura hissed at his foolishness. He angrily commanded his body to work properly, and resumed his hunt.
But, despite his efforts, each time he envisioned the dead light torn to wonderful, satisfactory shreds, his heart began to throb.
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Ryou's energy was fading fast.
He kept up his pace, panting raggedly, but steadily continued to weaken.
Suddenly, he collapsed onto the sidewalk, skidding roughly to a halt and scraping himself up.
"No," he rasped, desperately trying to clear his suddenly pain-filled head. "Have to. . . . get. . . . away. . . ."
But as the hikari exhaustedly tried to lift himself up, he used the final reserves of his strength. Ryou's world went black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
About ten minutes later, Bakura melted out of the darkness to survey the limp, bleeding form of his hikari. He sniffed in disdain.
It seemed his work had already been done for him.
Growling annoyedly, he turned to go home. What use was there in cutting someone that was already bleeding? Ryou's blood would be sour until he at least partially healed.
Just as Bakura was about to leap away, he heard a tense moan from behind him. He spun around to see Ryou fighting to get up, and losing.
But that wasn't what caught the yami's eye. What the dark soon found himself staring at was large amounts of bare, creamy smooth skin, lightly brushed in blood.
He licked his lips as Ryou shifted in pain, stretching the holes in his clothing even wider, so that the moonlight was allowed to give the flesh a beautiful luster.
Bakura suddenly felt a groan bubble up from within him as the hikari's faded jeans slipped even lower down his slim hips. Ryou was gaining his strength back, and ever so slowly stretching and flexing his muscles.
The fiend had not felt -so- good in -so- long. . . . and he found himself wanting Ryou. . . .
Badly.
Bakura crept inaudibly up to the light and scooped him into his arms. Ryou let out a cry of surprise and began to struggle, but he wasn't strong enough yet. Eventually, he gave up, and just hissed at Bakura the entire way home.
Like a fleeting shadow, the theif flitted through the alleyways, and they were back at the house much sooner than Ryou would have liked.
Bakura carried a now strengthened and thrashing Ryou up to his room.
"Let me go!" the hikari spat fiestily.
Bakura bared his teeth. "No." He forced Ryou onto the bed and managed to get atop him, straddling his hips. Ryou's eyes widened in fear.
"W-what are you doing?" he screeched, clawing at the blankets. Bakura moaned as Ryou's stuggling under him resulted in a very arousing grinding motion. He pinned Ryou's arms down, and the boy sucked in his breath and winced, bracing himself.
"Ryou. . . ." Bakura purred, putting his forehead on the other's. The light paled and gulped, unconciously arching into Bakura as he forced his face farther away. Bakura gritted his teeth as he felt himself harden.
"Y-yes?" asked Ryou nervously, his former confidence absent now that his secret love was straddling his hips seductively. He had a feeling he knew what was coming.
"You are mine," whispered Bakura huskily as his fingers slyly undid the first button of Ryou's shirt.
"N-n--mmmmnnnnn. . . ." Ryou's refusal was interrupted with a moan as Bakura ran his hot mouth over the top of Ryou's chest.
Bakura sneered ferally, his eyes glazed over, and moved his mouth back up to his hikari's, their lips just brushing as he spoke.
"And I shall take you." He shoved his tongue down Ryou's throat.
~*~*~*~*~*~
tbc?
This is my first time attempting any lemons or rape; sorry if it sucks.