Author's note: Wow, two in one night. I'm on a roll. XD; -bricked- ...Yes. Anyway, this is a pairing I haven't done in a while, though I didn't do it... alone, per se. -smirk-
This fic was roleplayed by two different people - myself and Magda - so I don't get full credit for this. I only did Yami no Bakura, and she did Ryou. So:
Yami no Bakura - played by me. XD;
Ryou - played by Magda.
Notes: 'Yadonushi' is what Yami no Bakura refers to Ryou as, which simply translates to landlord. But, then, if you've been in the fandom long enough, I'm sure you already know that. XD; -bricked-
Erm, to keep things simple, Yami no Bakura is referred to as 'Bakura', and the omote as 'Ryou'. Yes, kick me.
Yes. As if I could get any more obvious. -snort- Anyway, no, this isn't an abuse fic, simply a matter of possession. -smirk- Enjoy? -smacked-
Pairing: Yami no Bakura x Ryou (Tendershipping).
Disclaimer: Don't own Yuugiou, bla, bla.
Warnings: Adult themes, language... Yami no B's insanity?
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Jaded
Chapter one - Resistance
Mortal bodies are so pathetic... Bakura was irritated at the fact that his host's body desired and needed sleep for more than seven hours a day. What was the point in sleep, anyway? Causing trouble was so much more fun...
Smirking to himself, Bakura allowed the body's feeble needs sleep and retreated to his soul room, wasting no time in using the Ring to pinpoint Ryou's location, which ironically enough, was in the boy's soulroom. Bakura smirked, sensing a strong feeling of denial seeping in through Ryou's side of the mindlink, using his shoulder to nudge the door open silently.
The walls of Ryou's soulroom were white, decorated only by a few pictures of people Ryou himself hardly recognized. The rest of the room was relatively empty, a small bookshelf, a bed, and a handful of scattered letters failing to keep the room from looking completely barren. Ryou had been sitting on the floor, paging through a book (but not actually reading it) when he sensed the door open slightly. He looked up with wide eyes, fingers clenching the sides of the book.
Bakura looked down at him with a mildly amused look, taking the few steps needed to be in the room. His intelligent eyes flashed with intrigue as he watched his host's eyes widen like that. Was he afraid?
"What are you doing, yadonushi?" he practically purred, smirking wickedly.
Ryou quickly shut his book, setting it off to the side. "...You... don't belong here," he said, quietly, finding himself unable to ignore his pounding heart. Ryou's hand unconsciously moved to cover his upper left arm.
"Of course I do, yadonushi," Bakura smirked slyly, touching his chin in mild fascination. "Whatever are you doing in here? ...Alone?"
Ryou quickly realized he should have stood up when Bakura entered the room, but it was too late to do anything now. He also realized the uselessness of Bakura's question. Ryou was always in his soulroom, and always alone. He didn't answer, struggling not to look away.
Bakura merely smirked, smouldering brown eyes staring Ryou down as he approached. "It would have been wise to answer, weaker half," he said, sadistic amusement lacing his voice. "You know you can't escape, so why bother?"
Ryou opened his mouth to say something, then paused. Bakura was right, he wasn't going anywhere. Ryou kept his eyes on the figure before him. It was so strange... When he was alone, Ryou had convinced himself that he hated Bakura. It was more than hate. But on rare occasions like this, when they were face-to-face... Ryou shook his head slightly, focusing on Bakura. "...What do you want...?"
"What don't I want?" Bakura purred in a low voice, smirking broadly as he stood before Ryou, looking down at the other as though he was inferior. "You forget that you belong to me, and you have no right to question my motives, yadonushi."
Ryou bristled visibly, but held his tongue. He knew there would be consequences if he didn't answer, but he stayed quiet.
Bakura had been expecting Ryou's lack of response and quickly moved to reprimand him, dropping to his knees in front of Ryou and taking a firm grip of the boy's shoulders, fingernails digging into Ryou's skin through his shirt to reinforce his position as the controller of their body. "Do not take me for a fool, weaker half," he hissed darkly, eyes livid.
Ryou's eyes widened and he shook his head wordlessly, anger melting away into honest fear. He made a weak attempt to move backwards, away from Bakura.
Bakura's annoyance at the boy's silence dissipated as he caught the fear in Ryou's eyes, a sadistic smirk flicking briefly over his features as his fingers tightened on Ryou's shoulders. "What do you say to a little game, yadonushi?"
Ryou shook his head again, unable to tear his eyes away from Bakura's. He knew the kind of games his darker half usually played, and he didn't want to have anything to do with one.
"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter," Bakura mused, feigning a look of thoughtfulness as he took Ryou's collar in a fist, forcing him up and on his feet with an all-too-knowing smirk. "You will not fight me."
Ryou's hand went to the one Bakura had on his collar, paling slightly. "Please," he almost begged, sounding rather pathetic. "...Don't..."
"Don't what, yadonushi? You'll have to be more specific than that, I'm afraid." Bakura forced Ryou against the wall of his soul room, the sly smirk returning to his features.
"Leave," Ryou whispered, wincing slightly. "...Leave me alone..."
"And what are you going to do tomake me do that?"
Ryou fell silent, hand that was still on Bakura's wrist falling to his side.
"Just as I thought." Bakura smirked wickedly, trailing his fingers over the pale skin of Ryou's cheek, seeing no difference in it to his own.
Ryou leaned his head away from the touch, eyes briefly flitting to the door.
"Don't think there is any escape," Bakura smirked, a dangerous edge to his voice as his fingers turned Ryou's face back towards his piercing gaze roughly.
Ryou met his gaze reluctantly, watching him through his unruly bangs. "...Why do you do this...?"
"Because you dare defy me; you know no other way to show your denial." Bakura's smirk morphed into a feral grin, fangs flashing as his eyes gained a cryptic gleam.
Ryou was nothing short of terrified. The most Bakura had ever been was a voice in his head, or the mind-numbing darkness that overwhelmed his senses whenever the spirit decided to take over. "...Please..."
Bakura was indeed the darkness that laced Ryou's mind, and he was fully aware of it; and completely in control. He smirked devilishly, meeting Ryou's eyes with an amused gaze of his own. "Do you honestly think I'm going to listen to your pathetic mortal pleas?"
Ryou closed his eyes, shaking his head. What else could he do...? He was trapped...
"I didn't think so, yadonushi. Now, will you continue to resist?"
Ryou kept his eyes shut tightly, as if it would make Bakura disappear. He whimpered quietly, hands fisting at his sides.
"I'm not hearing an answer, yadonushi," Bakura growled in a low, dangerous voice, eyes narrowing.
Ryou shook his head, biting down on the inside of his lip.
"I am growing tired of your ignorance," Bakura hissed, forcing Ryou's head to meet his heated gaze.
Ryou opened his eyes, shaking visibly. "...I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Bakura smirked victoriously, releasing his rough hold on Ryou's face. "No need to apologize as such, yadonushi," he purred, leaning down so their noses were almost touching. "I am simply reinforcing what is mine." And with that, he crushed their lips together.
Ryou's eyes widened. "Mmf--" His hand quickly moved to Bakura's chest, pushing him away before he could consider the consequences.
Bakura arched a brow, not pleased about being pushed away, though he "respected" Ryou's decision as he pulled back, an unreadable expression on his features.
Ryou held his hand to his chest, frozen in his spot. "...I-I..."
"Hn. Tell me this isn't what you want."
"Please don't," Ryou managed, voice even quieter than usual. "...Don't..."
"I'm not going to damage you... too bad," Bakura smirked, intelligent eyes bordering on sadistic. "Are you honestly telling me you've never wanted this? Do not bother lying. I only need probe your mortal mind, and the task is done."
Ryou shook his head, bangs shading his eyes. "...Don't..."
"Is that your answer?"
Ryou looked up, slightly, opening his mouth to reply. He paused, then lowered his head again.
Bakura's expression contorted into one of wicked amusement. "Oh, so? Is that a yes, my innocent host?"
"Don't do this," Ryou protested, weakly, eyes on the ground.
"Then you leave me no choice, I'm so terribly sorry," Bakura hissed in Ryou's ear, using his more powerful mind to crumble Ryou's mental defences.
Ryou's head jerked up and he watched Bakura with fear in his eyes. "...What..."
Bakura's mind had already settled amongst Ryou's thoughts and feelings, and he smirked as a stray wisp trailed over his mental counterpart's fingertips.
Ryou looked uneasy, afraid of what Bakura would find.
"So," Bakura's hollow mental voice echoed, "you are not as innocent as you would seem."
Ryou's breath caught in his throat. "...W-what do you mean...?"
Bakura smirked; retreating from Ryou's mind once he was satisfied he had enough information about the "innocent" boy. "What do you think I mean?"
Ryou didn't answer, looking off to the side almost guiltily.
"Must we really play this game again? I found it rather dull."
"You... should leave," Ryou murmured, still focusing on the far wall.
"Do not tell me what to do, yadonushi." Bakura pinned Ryou against the wall again, a cruel smirk adorning his features.
Ryou met Bakura's eyes, looking a little calmer than before. "...You already own my body..."
Bakura raised a brow at this, looking mildly interested, albeit feigning the look. "Oh?"
"You're always in control," Ryou continued, softly, eyes lowering slightly.
Bakura paused at that, eyes assessing Ryou's face for false words. "That's right," he stated, releasing his grip on the other.
Ryou glanced up, questioning eyes on Bakura.
Bakura moved backwards, his usual, confident smirk in place as he headed towards the door, batwings twitching as he ordered, "Do not move from your soul room until I allow it." And with that, he was gone.
Ryou stared after him, heart pounding. He slid down to sit on the floor, hugging his legs to his chest and resting his forehead on his knees. What had he gotten himself into now?
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A/N: Ah, there it is. There's a second part to it, but it's a little more, um... smutty? XD; -kicked- Might post it if it's wanted? -ponder- Might have to censor it, too. XD; And, no, this is NOT an abuse fic. -grunt- It gets a little more light-hearted in the next part, anyway. That's all for now, so drop a review if you could be arsed. -wave-