Ha ha! I got so many reviews; I'm so happy. But you know, I've never gotten so many reviews on non-lemons...
This chapter is Bakura's revenge on Ryou. I have it from the mouth of a devout Yu-gi-oh fan CoughRomeoCough that Bakura was OOC, so I hope this chapter solves it.
Oh, and there's a quote from a popular children's book in here; kudos to all who find it!
Warnings: Lemon, mention of abuse
Pairings: Main-RyouBakura, Mentions-YamiYugi
Summery: Bakura wakes up in a rather...er...compromising situation. Ryou is tired of Bakura being sadistic and not treating him right, and especially ignoring his feelings. So he decides to do something about it.
Ryou shivered in fear as the knifepoint pressed lightly into his throat. He felt it pierce the skin, and as a drop of blood rolled down his neck, Bakura licked his lips.
"What's the matter Ryou?" Bakura teased harshly. "Could you be scared?" He pressed the knife deeper in, and scratched across Ryou's paper-white skin.
Ryou whimpered and nodded slightly, chocolate brown eyes huge with apprehension and amazement.
"What ever happened to that great courage that persuaded you to do something about your love? Is it only present when I'm strung up and half unconscious?" Bakura watched the flow of blood trickle down Ryou's throat and pool in the hollow of his collarbone. He licked his lips in anticipation; blood would always be his favourite food, and he needed to pay Ryou back...
"P-please don't hurt me," Ryou whimpered, tears glistening in his eyes.
"Hurt you?" he laughed. "I'm going to torture you until you scream my name and beg for mercy!" Bakura got off his hands and straddled Ryou's legs, but high enough that he couldn't see them. Removing the knife from Ryou's throat, he laughed when the hikari sighed in relief.
Then suddenly, Bakura dropped his head to Bakura's throat and bit down. Hard. He didn't pierce the skin again, but Ryou squeaked, and jerked his body. The darker stuck his tongue out and swiped at the bite mark, then moved lower to the dent in Ryou's throat. Lapping up the blood, Bakura heard Ryou gasp again, but this time for a different reason. Oh, this was going to be fun...
Ryou drew in a sharp breath as he felt Bakura's tongue stroke across his throat and his crotch grind sharply into his. His fear dissipated for a moment, and hope dared glimmer, but it was quickly dashed when Bakura sat back up with a last squirm of his hips, and raised the knife again.
He put it at the top of the smaller boy's chest, right where his wound began, and dug it into the flesh and down the torso. He didn't stop with that first scratch, though, and continued marking Ryou's chest with odd Egyptian designs and runes until his entire torso was scratched and bleeding.
He grinned wickedly at Ryou, put the knife on the edge of the bathtub and proceeded to bend down and clean Ryou's chest. He licked at all the blood on his skin, making sure to cover every inch of bleeding skin with his tongue.
With each lick, he ground his body into Ryou's, and soon before finishing, he felt the result of his work, as something pushed against him.
He grinned down at his hikari who looked at him with feverishly bright eyes from which tears spilled to his cheeks.
The larger boy raised an eyebrow. "Boy, why are you crying? Did I hurt you by accident?"
Ryou shook his head. "You never hurt me," he whispered. "Just my body. And you, the spirit of the millennium ring should know that the body means nothing to true life."
Bakura snorted. "Body means nothing, huh? So this, on your body, means nothing?"
He slid off Ryou and picked up the knife. Carelessly ripping it down Ryou, he instantaneously shredded the black silk boxers, and a good deal of Ryou's skin. Ryou moaned and closed his eyes as the warm water hit his erection and coursed down his lower body. He lay there for a moment, panting, when Bakura straddled Ryou again, landing neatly on top of him.
His cries were mingled with Bakura's harsh laugh.
"What's wrong Ryou?" Bakura crowed, bouncing up and down and wriggling his hips. "I think you're in over your head..."
He smirked maliciously, and bent back down to Ryou's pale, yet damaged chest. Sticking his tongue back out, he ran it harshly over Ryou's nipple. It quickly hardened and he did the same to the other. Bakura grated his teeth over it, and laughed against the skin when Ryou cried out.
Ryou panted, trying to catch his breath while Bakura licked and teased at his nipples, all the while bouncing up and down over his already throbbing erection.
"Bakura, please..." he whispered, doing his best to keep a grip on reality. That grip was quickly shattered when Bakura got back on his hands and knees, leaning over Ryou.
"Please, huh? Didn't I say I'd have you begging for me?" He tipped over more until his nose barely touched Ryou, then stuck out his tongue and swiped at Ryou's lips.
Ryou opened his mouth to gasp in air and almost choked when Bakura's mouth flew down on his; the yami's tongue licking at his.
Bakura kissed Ryou deeply, stealing the breath from his mouth. He ran his tongue deep into his hikari's mouth, then back up to slide over each of the small sharp teeth.
Pulling back, he licked his lips and stood up. Looking down at Ryou, Bakura smirked. The smaller boy was hanging limply from the black handcuffs, panting slightly and staring into space with dazed, glassy eyes. He moaned absently at the loss of contact, and writhed as Bakura ran his fingers lightly over his erection.
Bakura stood up all the way and stepped back from Ryou. Bending forward, he turned the water slightly hotter so it steamed. Ryou flinched as the water hit his skin, then relaxed as his body became accustomed to it.
His yami stood straight and stepped directly under the water. He let it flow over him, and ran his fingers slowly through his hair, twisting and bucking his hips as he did so.
Ryou licked his lips subconsciously and squirmed as Bakura ran one hand from his thigh up his chest until it reached one nipple. He tweaked it and moaned, as Ryou panted at the show his yami was giving him.
Bakura reached down and ran his fingers gently up his shaft, hissing and moaning, then grinning maliciously as Ryou cried out, his hips bucking upwards.
"Y-yami," he breathed. "Please stop. I can't take it."
The darker merely smirked and gave a loud (fake) moan, slowly rocking his body from side to side as he ran smooth hands down his chest and up his sides. He curled his fingers in his white hair and threw his head back with a yell that set Ryou's nerves on fire.
Ryou was breathing shallowly, his eyes fixated on the sight in front of him.
Suddenly, he couldn't take it anymore. The boy gave a yell and rattled the chains above his head, flailing his body and kicking long legs up and in Bakura's direction. He managed to flip over and unhook the chain from over the faucet but before he could sit up, Bakura was back straddling him again, his mouth right next to Ryou's ear.
"Nice try hikari, but you're still mine tonight." Ryou shivered at Bakura's close pressed body, and his muscles tightened in anticipation as his yami leaned closer. "You got yourself into this, but there's no way you're getting out."
The hikari moaned in agreement as Bakura bit his earlobe, not trying to be careful. Blood welled out and was quickly washed away by the steaming water; Ryou did nothing about the pain, merely pressed himself closer to Bakura's body, writhing as the darker licked up the side of his face, mirroring what Ryou had done before.
"You're nothing but a masochist," Bakura said, sinking his teeth into Ryou's throat.
Ryou gave a startled yell, then quieted down, panting. "Y-yes, but yami," he breathed. "I'm your m-masochist..."
For some reason, Bakura took this as a signal to pick the knife up again. He lifted himself up and placed the knife right at the base of Ryou's erection. Ryou's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, and Bakura smirked, noticing how perfectly still his hikari was keeping.
Lowering the knife, he carefully ran it across the shaft, leaving a heavily bleeding line behind it.
Ryou gave a whimper, and tossed his head, though not entirely in pain.
Setting the knife aside, Bakura contemplated the shivering anticipation in the boy in front of him, and grinned. "Food..." he whispered huskily, and Ryou gave another cry.
Bakura leaned forward and opened his mouth, tongue already sticking out, reaching for Ryou. He gave one long lick up Ryou's shaft and Ryou shuddered, a keening cry sounding in the back of his throat,
His yami paused for a moment longer, then dropped to his stomach and took Ryou in his mouth. Ryou choked, and bucked his hips up as Bakura easily deep-throated him.
"Yami!" Ryou cried, writhing beneath Bakura; the darker grabbed his hips and shoved down, keeping Ryou from driving too deeply and making him choke. He ran his tongue up and down in his mouth, swirling it around the head and in the slit.
Ryou moaned loudly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and being easily washed away by the pounding water. This gave Bakura an idea.
He came off of Ryou, accompanied by a toss of hips, and tilted his head back to fill it with water. He took his full mouth and slid it back onto Ryou, and swished the water around in his mouth, swirling around the object occupying his attention.
The smaller boy trembled, pleasure sweeping through his body in a way he had never experienced before. He cried out as the water in Bakura's mouth poured around his erection; teasing and tickling him without actually touching anything substantial.
Bakura swallowed the hot water, effectively deep-throating Ryou again, and sending his hikari tossing and bucking his hips, trying to reach deeper in this sea of pleasure. He laughed, and added a hint of teeth as his mouth danced over Ryou.
"Why are you d-doing this?" Ryou gasped. "You h-hate me!"
"Now," Bakura hummed around the object in his mouth, "ripping you with knifes and getting you into bar fights every night doesn't mean I hate you; you're my host, and your body was available without mine getting hurt." He laughed with his mouth around his hikari, and Ryou forgot his answer as ripples seemed to spread through his body, getting bigger as he squirmed beneath Bakura.
"Yami!" he cried, and Bakura realized Ryou wasn't going to last very long at this rate. He gave one last thorough lick and sat up, stopping Ryou right at his breaking point.
"What..." Ryou wondered thickly, and tried to sit up; reach for the wet warmth that had held him only moments ago. Bakura reached out and hooked the furry black, titanium reinforced handcuffs back on the faucet.
Ryou groaned and flopped back down, giving a hazy, yet passion filled gaze to Bakura. The yami grinned, sitting back and scrutinizing his work.
Ryou was breathing heavily, still twitching and occasionally bucking his hips upwards as the aftermath of pleasure fell over his body. He whined deep in his throat; squirming his hips and attempting, futilely, to get unhooked so he could reach Bakura again.
Bakura reached forward, under Ryou's shoulders, and twisted shut the drain, allowing the water to build up into a bath. Then, getting up, he left Ryou like that and got naked out of the shower.
"Yami!" Ryou called breathlessly, "where are you going?"
"None of your concern," Bakura retorted, striding out of the bathroom. He heard Ryou groan behind him as he shut the door.
Sauntering confidently to his bedroom, Bakura opened the armoire and stuck his head and hands in; rummaging for something he knew was there.
Five minutes later, he pulled out with a 'ha' and a flourish with the object he held.
Walking back into the bathroom, Bakura opened the door to find Ryou, still obviously hard and needing, but up to his lower lip in water. He struggled to get higher as the shower pounded on, filling up the bath and bringing him closer to drowning; or at least a thorough submerging.
Bakura threw his head back and laughed, riotous at the position his hikari was in.
"Yami!" Ryou cried. "Get me out! You nee-" He stopped when he saw the object Bakura was holding, and visibly gulped.
"What now," Bakura asked softly, shaking out the tail of the braided leather whip and cracking it against his leg, raising a red welt. "Does the neko not like water? I already know you like pain..." He shook the tip of the whip under Ryou's nose, and smirked as the smaller boy began breathing shallowly again.
Bakura raised his arm with the whip, and almost brought it down; but then stopped. The whip would hit the walls and drop harmlessly, barely touching Ryou. But he had an idea.
Dropping the whip, he stepped into the shower and lay down on top of Ryou, letting the tub overflow and spill water all over the floor. Before Ryou could say anything, he had one hand back around his erection and the other holding his head steady as he kissed him.
Ryou's mouth dropped open as pleasure suddenly rushed back through his body, courtesy of Bakura's pumping fist. His yami took advantage of that, whisking his tongue over Ryou's, then dancing over each of his pointed teeth. He gave one last stroke over Ryou, and jumped back up, sopping wet once more, and got out of the bathtub.
Ryou lay in the slightly shallower water, glassy eyed and panting and, of course, utterly unable to move; Bakura's plan.
He draped the whip around his neck, put his arms under Ryou, and picked him up; unhooking the handcuffs and turning the faucet off on his way up. Slinging his hikari over his shoulder, Bakura gave an extra bounce and Ryou's breath caught in his throat with a yell. Bakura smirked.
Walking briskly to his bedroom, Bakura looked up, suddenly glad he had put hooks in the walls. He carried Ryou to one of them, and with one movement, flung Ryou off his shoulder and face forward onto the hook. The handcuffs caught immediately and Ryou moaned as his erection brushed against the wall.
Stepping back and raising the whip, Bakura paused only long enough to lick hip lips, before snapping down the braided leather onto Ryou's back.
A bleeding red line was instantly raised, and blood began welling out and dripping down his back. He snapped the whip again, and Ryou moaned in pleasure and pain as another line opened.
He repeatedly scored Ryou's back, bringing out red welts and moans with each snap of the whip.
Ryou squirmed, hanging from the wall, unable to hold himself up. His breath caught in his throat as the force of the whip shoved him against the wall, putting more pressure on his already raging erection.
After only a few minutes, or perhaps an hour, Bakura dropped the tip of the whip over Ryou's shoulder and let it slid down his chest, before pulling it back over his back with a flick. It hit him and he bit back a frustrated groan; Bakura was just teasing him now. "Yaaa-miiii," he whined, and opened his mouth the say more, when Bakura dropped the whip and stepped up to him; embracing him, he breathed in his ear and pressed his hips right into Ryou's lower back.
"Not one more word," he whispered huskily. "I'm not finished with you; no worries." As if to prove his point, he licked up Ryou's cheek and unhooked him from the wall; carrying him to the bed, he dropped him and unbuckled the right handcuff.
Taking this to heart, Ryou began to sit up, trying to put his arms around his darker, but Bakura wasn't done. Quickly fastening the other end to the left bedpost, he reached back into the armoire and took out three more pairs of fuzzy handcuffs. These, however, were green.
"Yami?" Ryou asked, his eyes wide with what might have been fear or sexual tension. Bakura hoped both.
"After a fashion," he replied, and leaned forward to fasten the other handcuffs.
"Yami!" Ryou cried, and reached up to stop him, but he was too late. Bakura had already closed it around his right wrist and was in the process of clasping it around the coinciding bedpost. After that, it was a simple matter to fasten Ryou's ankles to the bottom two posts of the four-poster bed.
"Where did you get these?" Ryou asked hazily, surprised by the efficiency in which his darker half was securing him.
"You'd be surprised," Bakura curtly answered him. "I'm not blind; I realized I'd be needing these. Now shut the hell up." He ran a hand over Ryou's erection again, and he arched his back off the mattress, moaning.
Bakura grinned and abandoned the whip; climbing onto the bed, he stretched himself over Ryou's spread-eagle. Grinding his crotch into Ryou's, he was rewarded with a startled yell and an immediate reaction from Ryou's nether regions. He leaned forward and placed his lips over his hikari's, all the while continuing the constant motion with his hips.
Ryou, eager for the approaching kiss, opened his mouth and was startled when Bakura leaned in and bit his tongue. Hard
It immediately began bleeding and Bakura tilted his head sideways and took Ryou's tongue into his mouth and started licking at it. He moaned softly in appreciation and got one in reply, though that one was for the constant motion of his hips over the one he had dubbed 'neko.'
Ryou squirmed under the careful attention Bakura was giving him, both upper and lower. His writhing became more frantic as pleasure laced through his body, through the burning pain of his ear, mouth and the full scorching throb coming from his back.
Bakura laughed in his mouth, sending more ripples through Ryou. "So the neko can't take it, huh? You should have thought of that when you tied me up in the first place." He released Ryou's mouth and scooted down until his mouth was level with Ryou's shaft.
The hikari's eyes widened with the knowledge of what his yami was about to do.
Bakura opened his mouth and slid quickly onto Ryou, reaching his hands up and keeping them on his nipples. The handcuffs were tight enough that Ryou couldn't move his hips more than squirming, thus eliminating the need to hold them down.
Ryou gasped, and threw his head back as fiery pleasure raced through his body, combining with the wonderful pain inflicted on him earlier. He yelled out as his yami's tongue tortured and teased him; both licking gently and furiously until he was lost in a sea of pleasure.
Bakura grinned through his work; Ryou wasn't going to last very long, and this was the way he wanted his hikari to go. Bleeding all over and screaming his name.
Sure enough, very soon Ryou arched his back and stiffened; throwing back his head he screamed 'YAMI!'
Bakura simply kept his mouth open as hot liquid shot out, and he swallowed what he could before licking up the rest.
"Y-yami," Ryou panted, hanging from the cuffs connecting him to the bed. He gasped frantically for air for a few moments, before his breathing evened out and his eyes fluttered shut and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Bakura grinned, looking up at him. He levered himself up and off the bed, and took the key from his dresser to unlock Ryou of the three green cuffs. The black one's key had, he remembered, washed down the drain. Oh well. That meant there was no choice for Ryou but to stay in his bed. And what was on Bakura's bed, was his to do with what he pleased...
Ryou stirred in his sleep, as if he knew what his yami had planned for him, and Bakura spotted the few unmarked spots on his arms. The knife was only in the bathroom... He shook his head and climbed back on top of Ryou.
Now it was the time for sleep.
Owari (And yes, it does mean end. My friend Romeo thinks I should shoot you for such a stupid question, but I didn't know that for a while also. Feel free to ask any other questions that don't involve bunnies)
A/N
Oh. Man. Guys I am sooooo so sorry it took so long; I know the costmary thing is (Insert excuse here) but I have none. I just ran out of ideas and had to go on a lemon reading spree to get more. Thanks to Jantra for great Yugioh fics (Everybody, read them. They rock!)
So. Should Yami torturing continue with Yugi Yami and Malik Yami? That would be four more lemon chapter, but if you review and say yes, I'm warning you that it WILL take a long time to get each chapter out, if you want the same length and quality. (If not, tell me and I'll write a hothothot two page piece of shit for you.)
Thanks to all my reviewers: (If they're not here in this space, my computer sucks...)
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