Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugiou.
Warnings: Abuse, yaoi, implied lemon, bondage.
Angel and Demon
Sometimes, he has to wonder.
As he looks upon the soft curving of full lips before a slender hand slices the blade through his flesh, smearing the white skin crimson, he has to wonder.
Even as he screams in pain and squirms in his captivity, he wonders.
Even as he jerks at his wrists to pry them out of the binding ropes, he wonders.
Is it possible, he wonders, to love a demon?
As he asks himself this question, it slightly frightens him that the automatic answer is yes.
He sees a flash of white, a smirk, and he knows it is coming again. Black leather raises welts into his skin, loud cries emerge from his throat.
In a way, it seems, his wonderings are unneeded.
Whimpers are heard in the pitch black room. Loud noises connected with flesh hitting flesh almost drown them out, and yet, he can wonder.
Is a demon truly a demon without his angel?
It seems the answer will never be revealed as the long yell echoes in the sudden silence.
No one seems to notice his wonderings or the bruises that glow upon the paleness of his flesh. He doesn't mind, though.
It comes to him that maybe it was wrong, maybe it should stop.
But when he lay cowering in the corner as a pale form locks a tight collar around his neck, those doubts cease.
He lays sprawled across the bed, arms and legs tied spreadeagled and body bare to the harsh blows of the ragged rope.
Still his mind wonders.
A mouth biting down into the flesh of his neck jerk him into the present as he writhes and begs.
"Please," he whimpers. "Please...don't..."
A cruel laugh is the only answer he obtains.
Tears stream from his eyes. "Don't..!"
"Don't what?"
He sobs audibly as the white hot metal is stroked over his thigh. "Don't..."
It travels higher, and he shrieked as it touched the sensitive flesh there.
"You will answer me one day."
His lips are bruised from the harsh kisses, his neck bleeding from the brutal assault.
It wasn't enough to stop his wonderings.
His eyes open to meet a different pair of eyes, so similar yet so...
"Well?"
He blinks. "Nani?"
"Don't what?"
Another blink. "Wha?"
An annoyed sigh. "You always say 'Don't.' Don't what?"
He smiles. "Don't stop."
Sometimes, he has to wonder.
As he looks upon the soft curving of full lips before a slender hand slices the blade through his flesh, smearing the white skin crimson, he has to wonder.
Even as he screams in pain and squirms in his captivity, he wonders.
Even as he jerks at his wrists to pry them out of the binding ropes, he wonders.
Even as he looks into emerald eyes with his own violet ones, letting his hikari know his pleasure with his loud cries, he wonders.
Who is the demon and who is the angel?
Yes, I know it's crappy. Sorry!
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