Disclaimer: Nope
Warnings: NON-GRAPHIC LEMON
Okay I want to thank everyone who reviewed, but I also want to say that this chapter -does- suck, was extremely hard to write, is short, and is a mess. I tried. .
If it's confusing, don't worry; it's not supposed to make sense until later, when I finally figure out what I'm doing. -_-;; Until then, feedback is greatly appreciated, and helps a lot.
Please read and review.
Chapter 4: Along with chains you've broken
Ryou had no time to react; Bakura struck fast.
Clothes were strewn all over the room in shreds as the dark side clawed them off his other and himself. Ryou panted harshly and moaned out his yami's name as the spirit licked his way down the albino's chest eagerly.
"No, Bakura. . . . mnn. . . . Bakura!" The hikari gasped as his entire length was suddenly coated with the fiend's saliva, the sucking sensation making pleasure flood within him. Any thought he might have had about resisting was immediately blown out of his mind.
Bakura growled at Ryou's attempts to refuse and brought his mouth back up to the younger boy's.
"This is your punishment, hikari," he hissed seductively, once again claiming Ryou's lips. The light's eyes watered at his inner emotional conflict, fingernails digging into the sheets. Bakura kissed him harder, overflowing the young one's mouth with his taste and forcing him to drink it all in.
Ryou never had a chance. As he felt something stiff press into his thigh, and knew he was pressing back with something just as firm, everything blurred into incomprehension.
Ryou's body gave in at the same time that his mind exploded with determination, resulting in his legs wrapping tightly around Bakura's hips and his neck turning to rip his mouth away from the thief's.
The demon gave a cry of anger at the loss of Ryou's intoxicating mouth and lips, which had been starting to bleed that sweet, sweet blood again.
He slammed the boy's hips down and, without any warning, thrust into him. -Hard-.
Ryou screamed in agony as white-hot pain exploded inside his lower body, the thrusts coming again and again, harder and faster each time.
"Louder, hikari!" Bakura jeered maliciously, piercing gaze hazed over with lust and pleasure. The hikari shrieked his yami's name desperately, wanting more than anything for his pain to stop, but also wanting this pleasure to last forever.
Tears were streaming down Ryou's cheeks and he was gasping for breath by the time Bakura collapsed onto his chest, panting as well. The fiend pulled Ryou's limp body into his own and wrapped his arms and legs around it firmly.
"That was only a mere -taste- of what will become of you the -next- time you disobey me," Bakura spat breathlessly. The light only whimpered. Bakura licked Ryou's cheek, and then laid both their heads down on the pillow.
It was a long time before Ryou finally drifted off to sleep.
Bakura blinked and looked around. Where was he?
Two giant, ancient, and filthy oak doors stood in front of him, and he followed them upward with his eyes to observe a grungy steeple hundreds of feet above. The temperature of the air hit him, and he was chilled to the bone by the cold, moist atmosphere.
The fiend gulped and looked around, only to observe a disgusting, overgrown graveyard behind him. His vision was only able to extend about twenty feet however; the rest of his surroundings were swallowed by darkness. He turned back to the church uncertainly, and faint organ music from within drifted to his ears.
"What in hell. . . ." Bakura breathed. At the sound of his voice, it seemed, the huge, moldy doors slowly swung open, rusty hinges creaking.
The thief shivered and stepped inside hesitantly. Shadows made most of the interior indistinguishable. The Millennium Ring gave an angry flash.
"Is anyone here?" the yami called into the gloom, ignoring his Item.
"So. . . . you came. . . ." someone whispered. Bakura jumped as figures suddenly began to move around at the front of the sanctuary. Four figures stood.
"Who are you?" the dark side hissed.
"Bakura. . . ." murmured the shortest one. He stepped into the starlight coming from the slits near the roof that served as windows.
"Y-Yugi?" The demon stopped in his tracks; the tri-color haired boy looked hideous. The hikari's skin was stark-white, large chunks of his hair looked as if they had been ripped out, and his eyes were sunken into his face. He nodded grimly.
"You remember?"
Bakura shivered. "Remember what?"
"No. . . . he wouldn't. Of course he wouldn't." The other three figures stepped into the dim light next. There stood the bodies of what had once been friends of Ryou, but Bakura wasn't sure what had happened to them. They were all the same porcelain shade, and looked just as scuffed up as Yugi. Their clothes were tattered and filthy, one had an eye melted shut, and another even looked as if chunks of skin were missing.
"What happened to all of you?" the thief asked, trying to keep his sudden disgust out of his voice.
"You don't know?" asked the girl mockingly. Bakura vaguely recalled her name to be Anzu, or something similar.
"But you had such fun," jeered the pointy-haired one, Honda.
"I didn't do anything to you fools," the yami spat frustratedly. "Now leave me alone and tell me where in Ra's name I am!"
All of them cackled nastily.
"Aw, but isn't Bakura happy with his handiwork?" Jou taunted. He held up his arm, which had apparently had an area of flesh ripped off of it.
"After all," sneered Yugi, "You obviously enjoyed everyone else you killed." The yami's eyes narrowed.
"I killed you?"
"Why, yes!" glowered Anzu. "I was the one you locked in the oven, remember?"
"I was strangled with your bare hands!" piped Yugi.
"You drowned -me-," disparaged Honda.
"Plain ol' chainsaw!" grinned Jou malevolently, showing off his several missing or sliced teeth.
The fiend growled. "Whenever that happened, I'm thankful for it. Why can't you all fuck off like all the rest I murdered?! Now tell me where this is!"
Their anger subsided for a moment, and deep sadness etched itself upon their faces.
"We're at a funeral, you bastard," Yugi murmured, turning back toward the front of the church reverently.
"Who's?" demanded Bakura, looking to the head of the aisle and noticing a coffin at the blurry end. His stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch and he felt himself somehow being drawn to it.
"Oh, it should come as no surprise to you," Anzu whispered. "Go and see."
Bakura gulped down the bile that had begun to rise in his mouth, and proceeded to walk up. He took a breath, already knowing what he was going to see, and looked. The clouds shifted, and the light of the full moon hit the wooden box, illuminating the bloodied face of Ryou, his expression still contorted in pain. Honda and Yugi floated up to stand at the dark side's shoulders.
"This one was special to you, wasn't he?" the brunette hissed as Bakura's heart clenched.
"After all," continued Yugi in a smooth voice right into his ear. "Ryou was the only one you ever -raped- to death."
Bakura clenched his teeth. This wasn't true. This had never happened. Why did he even care if it -had-?
He tore his eyes away from the corpse, but they drifted back again.
"It doesn't matter," Bakura breathed in a voice barely audible, becoming entranced by Ryou's wide open, empty eyes, glazed over in death. "You are all worthless." His gaze was locked on his hikari's orbs, daring them to defy him. Suddenly, his light side's eyes flashed, and turned onto him. The raider jumped back in shock, but Ryou caught his wrist.
"Worthless?" the albino growled, tightening his grip. "So I'm no good even when I'm -dead-? You couldn't even let me die in peace?" Bakura's eyes dilated in abrupt horror as his hikari's 'dead' body sat up, still cutting off the circulation in his hand.
"R-Ryou. . . ." he stuttered, tripping backwards and falling on the stairs leading down from the altar.
"Yes, it's me," the light whispered, lowering himself so that he was straddling his yami. "You didn't seem to think I was so 'worthless' when you were inside me. . . ."
Bakura shrunk backwards and shivered as Ryou's ice cold hands slid up his shirt and over his chest. The deceased hikari lowered his face toward his yami's. His eyes were half-lidded, in contrast to the dark side's wide ones.
"When you were running your tongue over my body," Ryou breathed seductively, his lips brushing Bakura's as he spoke. "When you were caressing me. . . . when I screamed your name. . . ."
The thief was paralyzed with terror and confusion. WHAT WAS GOING ON?!
"Tell me, -yami-," his light continued slowly. "Do you want me again?" The fiend guiltily felt his pulse quicken as Ryou began to trail kisses over his neck and spread his legs apart even further, releasing the grip on his wrist.
Bakura swallowed. Yes, he did want his hikari again, regardless of what was going on. The other boy looked up at him through his lashes.
"Well?" There was no more innocence in Ryou's eyes. They were clouded over with lust, corruption, and, had Bakura looked a little more closely, conniving trickery.
"I'll take you up on that offer," the yami growled huskily, moving his arms up to glide over Ryou's back, when his wrists were caught again as the hikari jumped back, eyes flaring with evil amusement.
"Too bad! Wrong answer!" he sneered, giving Bakura's arm painful wrench sideways. The demon cried out.
"What are you doing?!" he howled, unable to free his arm no matter how he thrashed.
"Giving you your -punishment-," Ryou snarled. He reached into his coffin and revealed a dagger, which flashed in the moonlight as he lifted it above his head.
"Stop, Ra damn it!" Bakura roared in terror as his light sneered viciously.
"Sorry, my -love-!" The Millennium Ring began to emit a deep tremor. "Time for you to go to -sleep-!" The knife came swinging down toward the dark's throat.
Bracing himself for the overwhelming pain, Bakura squeezed his eyes shut, screamed. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . And bolted upright in his bed for the second time in the last two days.
He thrashed around for a moment, then put his hand on his chest in relief to slow his breath.
"Another. . . . fucking. . . . nightmare. . . ." he gasped. There was a moan next to him and someone shifted around. Bakura jumped.
"Mmmnn. . . . master?" Ryou asked groggily, attempting to prop his head up on his elbow. "Why are you awake?"
Bakura's eyes traveled down the other's bruised, slashed, bare body, and then came to rest on his own length, coated in his hikari's desiccated blood. His mouth went dry.
Without a word, he withdrew from the body warmth, untangling his legs from Ryou's, stood, and put on a few random pieces of clothing.
"M-master, what's wrong?" the light asked tentively. Bakura turned his head back toward him from his spot in the doorway, eyes glowing menacingly in the dark. Ryou cowered at his mere outline.
"Stay out of my head from now on, or I -will- kill you," the yami hissed, then left and slammed the door behind him.
Ryou was left lying on his bed, filled with silent fright and confusion.
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tbc?
Warnings: NON-GRAPHIC LEMON
Okay I want to thank everyone who reviewed, but I also want to say that this chapter -does- suck, was extremely hard to write, is short, and is a mess. I tried. .
If it's confusing, don't worry; it's not supposed to make sense until later, when I finally figure out what I'm doing. -_-;; Until then, feedback is greatly appreciated, and helps a lot.
Please read and review.
Chapter 4: Along with chains you've broken
Ryou had no time to react; Bakura struck fast.
Clothes were strewn all over the room in shreds as the dark side clawed them off his other and himself. Ryou panted harshly and moaned out his yami's name as the spirit licked his way down the albino's chest eagerly.
"No, Bakura. . . . mnn. . . . Bakura!" The hikari gasped as his entire length was suddenly coated with the fiend's saliva, the sucking sensation making pleasure flood within him. Any thought he might have had about resisting was immediately blown out of his mind.
Bakura growled at Ryou's attempts to refuse and brought his mouth back up to the younger boy's.
"This is your punishment, hikari," he hissed seductively, once again claiming Ryou's lips. The light's eyes watered at his inner emotional conflict, fingernails digging into the sheets. Bakura kissed him harder, overflowing the young one's mouth with his taste and forcing him to drink it all in.
Ryou never had a chance. As he felt something stiff press into his thigh, and knew he was pressing back with something just as firm, everything blurred into incomprehension.
Ryou's body gave in at the same time that his mind exploded with determination, resulting in his legs wrapping tightly around Bakura's hips and his neck turning to rip his mouth away from the thief's.
The demon gave a cry of anger at the loss of Ryou's intoxicating mouth and lips, which had been starting to bleed that sweet, sweet blood again.
He slammed the boy's hips down and, without any warning, thrust into him. -Hard-.
Ryou screamed in agony as white-hot pain exploded inside his lower body, the thrusts coming again and again, harder and faster each time.
"Louder, hikari!" Bakura jeered maliciously, piercing gaze hazed over with lust and pleasure. The hikari shrieked his yami's name desperately, wanting more than anything for his pain to stop, but also wanting this pleasure to last forever.
Tears were streaming down Ryou's cheeks and he was gasping for breath by the time Bakura collapsed onto his chest, panting as well. The fiend pulled Ryou's limp body into his own and wrapped his arms and legs around it firmly.
"That was only a mere -taste- of what will become of you the -next- time you disobey me," Bakura spat breathlessly. The light only whimpered. Bakura licked Ryou's cheek, and then laid both their heads down on the pillow.
It was a long time before Ryou finally drifted off to sleep.
Bakura blinked and looked around. Where was he?
Two giant, ancient, and filthy oak doors stood in front of him, and he followed them upward with his eyes to observe a grungy steeple hundreds of feet above. The temperature of the air hit him, and he was chilled to the bone by the cold, moist atmosphere.
The fiend gulped and looked around, only to observe a disgusting, overgrown graveyard behind him. His vision was only able to extend about twenty feet however; the rest of his surroundings were swallowed by darkness. He turned back to the church uncertainly, and faint organ music from within drifted to his ears.
"What in hell. . . ." Bakura breathed. At the sound of his voice, it seemed, the huge, moldy doors slowly swung open, rusty hinges creaking.
The thief shivered and stepped inside hesitantly. Shadows made most of the interior indistinguishable. The Millennium Ring gave an angry flash.
"Is anyone here?" the yami called into the gloom, ignoring his Item.
"So. . . . you came. . . ." someone whispered. Bakura jumped as figures suddenly began to move around at the front of the sanctuary. Four figures stood.
"Who are you?" the dark side hissed.
"Bakura. . . ." murmured the shortest one. He stepped into the starlight coming from the slits near the roof that served as windows.
"Y-Yugi?" The demon stopped in his tracks; the tri-color haired boy looked hideous. The hikari's skin was stark-white, large chunks of his hair looked as if they had been ripped out, and his eyes were sunken into his face. He nodded grimly.
"You remember?"
Bakura shivered. "Remember what?"
"No. . . . he wouldn't. Of course he wouldn't." The other three figures stepped into the dim light next. There stood the bodies of what had once been friends of Ryou, but Bakura wasn't sure what had happened to them. They were all the same porcelain shade, and looked just as scuffed up as Yugi. Their clothes were tattered and filthy, one had an eye melted shut, and another even looked as if chunks of skin were missing.
"What happened to all of you?" the thief asked, trying to keep his sudden disgust out of his voice.
"You don't know?" asked the girl mockingly. Bakura vaguely recalled her name to be Anzu, or something similar.
"But you had such fun," jeered the pointy-haired one, Honda.
"I didn't do anything to you fools," the yami spat frustratedly. "Now leave me alone and tell me where in Ra's name I am!"
All of them cackled nastily.
"Aw, but isn't Bakura happy with his handiwork?" Jou taunted. He held up his arm, which had apparently had an area of flesh ripped off of it.
"After all," sneered Yugi, "You obviously enjoyed everyone else you killed." The yami's eyes narrowed.
"I killed you?"
"Why, yes!" glowered Anzu. "I was the one you locked in the oven, remember?"
"I was strangled with your bare hands!" piped Yugi.
"You drowned -me-," disparaged Honda.
"Plain ol' chainsaw!" grinned Jou malevolently, showing off his several missing or sliced teeth.
The fiend growled. "Whenever that happened, I'm thankful for it. Why can't you all fuck off like all the rest I murdered?! Now tell me where this is!"
Their anger subsided for a moment, and deep sadness etched itself upon their faces.
"We're at a funeral, you bastard," Yugi murmured, turning back toward the front of the church reverently.
"Who's?" demanded Bakura, looking to the head of the aisle and noticing a coffin at the blurry end. His stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch and he felt himself somehow being drawn to it.
"Oh, it should come as no surprise to you," Anzu whispered. "Go and see."
Bakura gulped down the bile that had begun to rise in his mouth, and proceeded to walk up. He took a breath, already knowing what he was going to see, and looked. The clouds shifted, and the light of the full moon hit the wooden box, illuminating the bloodied face of Ryou, his expression still contorted in pain. Honda and Yugi floated up to stand at the dark side's shoulders.
"This one was special to you, wasn't he?" the brunette hissed as Bakura's heart clenched.
"After all," continued Yugi in a smooth voice right into his ear. "Ryou was the only one you ever -raped- to death."
Bakura clenched his teeth. This wasn't true. This had never happened. Why did he even care if it -had-?
He tore his eyes away from the corpse, but they drifted back again.
"It doesn't matter," Bakura breathed in a voice barely audible, becoming entranced by Ryou's wide open, empty eyes, glazed over in death. "You are all worthless." His gaze was locked on his hikari's orbs, daring them to defy him. Suddenly, his light side's eyes flashed, and turned onto him. The raider jumped back in shock, but Ryou caught his wrist.
"Worthless?" the albino growled, tightening his grip. "So I'm no good even when I'm -dead-? You couldn't even let me die in peace?" Bakura's eyes dilated in abrupt horror as his hikari's 'dead' body sat up, still cutting off the circulation in his hand.
"R-Ryou. . . ." he stuttered, tripping backwards and falling on the stairs leading down from the altar.
"Yes, it's me," the light whispered, lowering himself so that he was straddling his yami. "You didn't seem to think I was so 'worthless' when you were inside me. . . ."
Bakura shrunk backwards and shivered as Ryou's ice cold hands slid up his shirt and over his chest. The deceased hikari lowered his face toward his yami's. His eyes were half-lidded, in contrast to the dark side's wide ones.
"When you were running your tongue over my body," Ryou breathed seductively, his lips brushing Bakura's as he spoke. "When you were caressing me. . . . when I screamed your name. . . ."
The thief was paralyzed with terror and confusion. WHAT WAS GOING ON?!
"Tell me, -yami-," his light continued slowly. "Do you want me again?" The fiend guiltily felt his pulse quicken as Ryou began to trail kisses over his neck and spread his legs apart even further, releasing the grip on his wrist.
Bakura swallowed. Yes, he did want his hikari again, regardless of what was going on. The other boy looked up at him through his lashes.
"Well?" There was no more innocence in Ryou's eyes. They were clouded over with lust, corruption, and, had Bakura looked a little more closely, conniving trickery.
"I'll take you up on that offer," the yami growled huskily, moving his arms up to glide over Ryou's back, when his wrists were caught again as the hikari jumped back, eyes flaring with evil amusement.
"Too bad! Wrong answer!" he sneered, giving Bakura's arm painful wrench sideways. The demon cried out.
"What are you doing?!" he howled, unable to free his arm no matter how he thrashed.
"Giving you your -punishment-," Ryou snarled. He reached into his coffin and revealed a dagger, which flashed in the moonlight as he lifted it above his head.
"Stop, Ra damn it!" Bakura roared in terror as his light sneered viciously.
"Sorry, my -love-!" The Millennium Ring began to emit a deep tremor. "Time for you to go to -sleep-!" The knife came swinging down toward the dark's throat.
Bracing himself for the overwhelming pain, Bakura squeezed his eyes shut, screamed. . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . And bolted upright in his bed for the second time in the last two days.
He thrashed around for a moment, then put his hand on his chest in relief to slow his breath.
"Another. . . . fucking. . . . nightmare. . . ." he gasped. There was a moan next to him and someone shifted around. Bakura jumped.
"Mmmnn. . . . master?" Ryou asked groggily, attempting to prop his head up on his elbow. "Why are you awake?"
Bakura's eyes traveled down the other's bruised, slashed, bare body, and then came to rest on his own length, coated in his hikari's desiccated blood. His mouth went dry.
Without a word, he withdrew from the body warmth, untangling his legs from Ryou's, stood, and put on a few random pieces of clothing.
"M-master, what's wrong?" the light asked tentively. Bakura turned his head back toward him from his spot in the doorway, eyes glowing menacingly in the dark. Ryou cowered at his mere outline.
"Stay out of my head from now on, or I -will- kill you," the yami hissed, then left and slammed the door behind him.
Ryou was left lying on his bed, filled with silent fright and confusion.
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tbc?