Calai'di: As I said before, this is rated for a reason. This chap as pairings, torture, and a lime. Hurray for RyouxBakura!
Lines of Pain: Chapter Two
Ryou shrieked in pain, tears forming in his eyes, and then suddenly giggled. "Again, Bakura, again!"
Bakura grinned down at his hikari's back, partially at the new angry red line quickly forming there, among many others, and partially at Ryou's pleasure. Mostly at Ryou's pleasure. The yami brought his hand down again, striking the rope he held down against the boy's skin again; this time it cut through the thin layer and beads of blood formed along the line. Ryou screamed a second time, delight all too apparent in the sound.
"Please, yami, do it again!"
"No, that's enough for tonight," Bakura whispered, tossing the rope to the floor. He smiled as Ryou groaned in disappointment. "Masochist," he accused as he trailed his fingers lightly over the hikari's back.
"Sadist," Ryou answered playfully. He tried to turn over and found that he couldn't move under Bakura's weight. "Bakura! Come on, let me turn over!"
In answer, the yami lowered himself to lie completely on his hikari; he let his tongue brush over the boy's neck, causing Ryou moan with pleasure. "Can't we finish this?" he whispered softly.
"It would be more fun if you let me…turn…over!" With one swift movement, Ryou pushed Bakura off of him and rolled over, landing face down on top of his yami. Bakura smiled and pulled Ryou into a kiss; his fingers drifted down the boy's bare chest to slide under his boxers…and then the doorbell rang. And it rang again, almost five times in a row, and again… Ryou groaned softly and struggled to his feet; Bakura caught his arm as he stumbled and helped Ryou to his feet as he himself stood up.
"Hold on, I'll be right there!" he yelled, eyes scanning the room. He quickly reached down for a pair of sweat-pants and yanked them on, jiggling his leg a bit as his toes got stuck on the elastic at the bottom. Not bothering with a shirt, he quickly headed to the door, Bakura devotedly following, wondering why the person hadn't stopped ringing the bell yet.
"Yes, can I help you?" Ryou asked as he pulled open the door, frowning slightly as Bakura wrapped his arms around his waist. A small body fell into the apartment, kicking the door closed as it fell to the floor. Ryou yelped and dropped down beside it, breaking his yami's grasp, as he realized it was Yugi. "Yugi, what's wrong?" He gasped as Yugi raised his head; bloody streaks ran down his face and from his nose, complimenting quickly forming multi-colored bruises. The shirt the boy was wearing was also torn and bloody, and Ryou could see that every movement was causing him pain.
"Ryou, i-it's Yami…" Yugi whispered hoarsely. "H-help me, please…"
"Bakura, help me pick him up," Ryou ordered, wrapping his arms up under the other boy's armpits. Bakura grabbed his legs and together they carried Yugi to the living room to lay him gently on the sofa, making sure to miss his major injuries. The white-haired hikari looked over his friend's body, his expression turning grimmer by the second.
"Yami, go get the First-Aid kit," he demanded quietly. Bakura, knowing that there was no use to argue, hurried off to the bathroom to fetch the required item. Ryou looked over Yugi's injuries again, a cold expression on his face. Sure, he liked pain, enjoyed it even, and wouldn't be surprised if something like this turned him on…if it was his body. Seeing Yugi like this just reminded him that his ideas were strange and that not many other people would think pain was fun. He smiled as Bakura came back with the First-Aid kit and started cleaning off Yugi's skin.
"Ryou, you're so lucky," Yugi mumbled. Ryou quirked an eyebrow and glanced at Bakura before answering.
"What do you mean?"
"You have Bakura…"
"Uh-huh, and that's supposed to mean…what?" Bakura asked sardonically, looking annoyed that he had to hold the First-Aid kit for Ryou.
Yugi smiled and closed his eyes. "You have a yami that loves you…"
[[[flashback]]]
"Pharaoh, please stop! You're going to kill me!" Yugi cried, raising his already bloodied arm to block the knife headed for his face, resulting in another deep gash in his skin. "Please…I'm begging you!"
"Well, you don't deserve to live, brat!" Yami replied harshly. He knew that Yugi was probably used to hearing these insults by now, but that didn't stop them from coming out, and the boy's struggles only made him angrier.
"What did I do wrong? You never told me!"
"You don't need to know, runt! Isn't it enough to know that I'm even wasting my time like this?!"
"No," Yugi said, instantly regretting it as he got punched in the gut and then kicked in the head. Stars flashed in front of his eyes as he fought to remain conscious, knowing that he'd only be in more trouble if he fainted before his yami was done. The boy warily got to his feet, staring at the evil spirit in front of him.
Yami smirked and crossed his arms. "You forced me to lose against Jonouchi."
"I wasn't even there!" Yugi exclaimed, dismayed at the trivial reason. "How could I do that?"
The spirit squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. "I…I don't know how! You just did!" And then he started his assault again, giving Yugi no time to ask any more questions.
[[[end-flashback]]]
Ryou stared at him, not fully comprehending his words. "Yugi, who did this to you?"
"Yami did."
Bakura and Ryou glanced at each other and then back at Yugi, horror on both of their faces. Neither could imagine yami and hikari not getting along; even Malik and his dark half were friends.
"Your yami…did this to you?" Ryou asked quietly. Yugi only nodded and started breathing deeper, trying to go to sleep. Ryou stared pleadingly up at his yami. "Bakura, we have to do something."
"Like what…and why?"
"Why? Because we're his friends, that's why–"
"Don't you dare start sounding like that bitch Anzu–"
"She's not a…what you said! We have to do something to help Yugi. His yami will kill him if we don't!"
"That is not our problem," Bakura retorted, kneeling down beside his hikari. He took Ryou's chin in his hand and went on: "I don't want you to get hurt."
"Bakura, masochist, remember?"
"All right, let me rephrase that." He kissed Ryou gently and continued: "I don't want you to get hurt if you don't want to."
"See, Ryou?" Yugi's voice startled them, as they'd both thought he was asleep. "That's what I mean. I wish I had a yami like that." Silent tears ran down his face as Ryou bandaged the last injury. The white-haired hikari leaned back on his heels and stared at his friend pensively.
"Maybe you can…"
"Hikari, what are you thinking of?" Bakura asked curiously, only minor irritation showing in his voice.
"I'm thinking that you and Yugi's yami should switch places for about a week–"
"What?!" The yami stared at him like he was crazy. "Do you even realize what could happen if we did that?"
Ryou nodded feverishly and moved so that he was sitting on Bakura's lap. "It won't be that bad, yami. I don't mind pain, so there's not much his yami can do to me, short of killing me and I doubt he'd do that–"
"Yeah, right, when he did something like this to his own hikari–"
"–and it would let Yugi relax for a bit without having to fear for his life ever second–"
"Exactly why this is a bad idea–"
"–and we can switch back after a week so you and I won't miss each other too much–"
"Another reason we shouldn't do this–"
"And if Yugi feels like he needs a break again, and it worked out the first time, we can try it again later."
Bakura hugged Ryou close and buried his face into the boy's white hair. "You've got this all worked out, don't you?"
"Mm-hmm."
"And you really want to do this?"
"Well…" Ryou stared at Yugi's still, bandaged form and almost smiled, thoughts of how that must feel running through his mind. "For Yugi, yeah, I do. Should we ask him what he thinks?"
"In the morning, love," Bakura answered, lifting Ryou into the air as he got to his feet. "But I believe we have unfinished business." Ryou giggled as he was carried out of the room, leaving Yugi to fall asleep, thinking about what could happen if they switched yamis.