A/N: I LUFF YOU ALL! 35 reviews... wow... and 11 peoples... ((And thats just the ones who reviewed)) want Lemons... Youre all sadists! cripes... -struggles to get head around huge interest in said fic- Im sorry to dissapoint you all.. I tried, but I just couldn't write a good lemon... I'm so sorry... But a bad lemon is better than having to wait an extra coupleof days for a chappeh, isnt it? am I fooling you? no? didnt think so...

I am still amazed.. You should all be ashamed of yourselves! Ashamed I say!

Disclaimer: If I own this, and this fic was a T.V show, it would be on at around eleven at night. because it is not, I think we can all agree when I say I donnot own it.. (( But what If they made this a T.V show? O.O))

"Yes.." Bakura said menacingly, his slender fingers bruising the sensitive skin on Ryous arm, who was crying hysterically.

"Yami, please, don't do this, don't!" He opened his wide brown eyes, gazing straight into Bakura, who was now on all fours over the hysterical boy. Ryou was frozen in terror, unable to move. Bakura smirked his trademark smirk that everyone knew and loved. ((a/n:Come on, who loves the smirk?)) His fingers found the zipper on Ryous jeans, and he tugged them off, along with his boxers. Ryou struggled and cried, but the sadistic spirit held him firmly by his arms with his left hand, the right undoing the drawstring on his pants.

Ryou tried to slide out from under the spirit –who now wore nothing on his lower half- but Bakura punched him hard in the chest. Ryou screamed, coughing and crying as he still managed to writhe under the spirit, who was pressed against him. Bakura gritted his teeth, feeling himself harden as his hands ran over Ryous thighs, spreading his legs apart. A fresh wave of panic washed over the terrified angel, who shook his head, almost panting in fear.

"Yami…" Ryou sobbed helplessly to the spirit, who merely sneered, thrusting himself into the angel. Hard.

Ryou screamed in shock and pain, tears rolling down his ivory face as he still struggled in vain, Bakura sending himself deeper and deeper inside his hikari, who kept sobbing loudly from the pain, his scratched arms bleeding profusely. Bakura gritted his teeth, collapsing into the angel as he finally exploded, his heart pounding and trembling body covered in sweat. His harsh ragged breathing filled the boys ears, who covered his face with his hands, shoulders shaking with now silent sobs. Bakura shakily got to his feet, pulling on his underwear and pants, and crouched down beside the sobbing hikari.

"Never disobey me, Ryou." He whispered into his ear. Ryou merely sobbed louder, his veil of silver hair hiding his pain-filled eyes.

Ryou was curled into a small ball, too weak and shocked to move. He just couldn't believe what his psychotic yami had just done. He always knew he was sick, and twisted, but to go this far…

If he had any tears left in his blank brown eyes, he would have cried. Instead, he just shook, his head in his hands. Oh god.. why did he do this? WHY! He closed his eyes, and swallowed the burning lump in his throat, threatening to escape as a sob.

He felt so... dirty, like he had some strange disease on him or something. He lifted his head, and gazed his attacker, who was nonchalantly watching T.V. An inexplicable wave of rage anger washed over him, and he slammed his fist into the floor. He leaned back, and closed his eyes. God, he just felt so weak, and helpless…

"Move." Ryou was awoken from a light doze by his yamis foot kicking his side. Ryou gasped, and jerked up, his blank eyes looking around, and settling on his tenant, looking down at him. An odd, closed look was on his face, and he pulled himself to his feet, stumbling slightly, and collapsed into the spirit, still trembling. Bakura rolled his eyes, and half-led, half-dragged him over to the couch, where Ryou sat down mutely, his face and eyes as blank and emotionless as an empty piece of paper.

Bakura's face softened, slightly, as he looked at the broken boy, sitting with his arms wrapped around himself. Looking down at the floor. He quickly replaced it with a scowl, and stormed off. He felt.. Sick. Up in his heart. Almost like he was guilty…

Ryou was literally in shock, as he held his thin form, closing his eyes. After awhile, he noticed Bakura was sitting next to him, watching T.V. Ryou let out a choked sob of fright, and tried to move, but found he couldn't. His breathing became harsh and erratic. Bakura rolled his eyes at boy struggling to move.

"You're so weak..." He said in disgust. "Cant even handle a little pain.." Ryou bowed his head, and began to cry, finally finding some tears.

"Stop it." Bakura said. The battered angel swallowed his sobs, but couldn't stop the streams of tears flowing out of his eyes. Bakura growled, and seized both of his arms, looking into his hollow eyes. "I said, stop crying."

"I-I can't…" Ryou finally managed to sob, his shoulders shaking under the hold of his tenant. "I-I'm sorry…" Bakuras eyes widened, and he jerked back. Why the hell is he sorry? He thought to himself. I was the one who… raped him… He grasped an ivory hand of the boy, who was now sobbing openly, and squeezed it tightly. He wasn't sure, but Ryous sobs seemed to be quieter. Bakura swallowed, and scooted closer to the boy, and reached out a hand, touching the side of the angels face. Ryou gasped, and froze, but Bakura moved his fingers, and began to lightly stroke his silky hair, sometimes touching the angels bone-white face. Ryou relaxed, and gradually, his sobs slowed, until he was breathing steadily. Bakura closed his eyes. The angel had no idea how much he wanted to hold the boy in his arms, tell him everything would be alright, but he just couldn't. Not when he was so close….

"Ryou," He whispered. The said boy lifted his head, and looked at Bakura with those horrible blank eyes. Ryou frowned slightly, and cocked his head, his curtain of silvery hair swaying with him. The cuteness of it all made Bakura want to vomit, and for a few moments, there was a warm look of… love, in his eyes. Just as Ryou was about to recognize it, it vanished, and Bakura snatched his hand away from Ryous face. He was about to stand up, when he felt a pressure on his hand, and remembered Ryou was clinging tightly to him.

"Let go.." He growled. Ryou swallowed, and tried to free his hand, but his fingers just weren't working. Bakura rolled his eyes, and tugged the smaller boy up with him, supporting him by his arms, and led him into his room. Ryous legs, which were already shaking badly, gave out, and the smaller boy fell onto his knees, the spirit being tugged down slightly. He managed to finally tug his hand free of the angel, and grasped the younger boys shoulders, standing up, and pulling Ryou up with him, the angel shaking badly, but managed to stay on his feet.

"Come here.." He said, tugging him gently over by the bed, and setting him down softly on the floor. Ryou sighed, as Bakura lay down on the bed, staring down at the angel, who was curled up by the bed, and smiled up at him. Bakura snorted, and threw down a blanket. Ryou nodded in gratitude, and wrapped it around himself. Bakura rolled over, and pretty soon, began to fall asleep.

Ryou woke up early, struggling to stand, but found that he still didn't have full use of his legs. He stumbled slightly, and cried out as he tumbled onto the bed, crashing into his tenant. Bakura jerked awake, breathing hard. He calmed when he saw Ryou, and ran a feather light finger over his body. Ryou sighed, as he slumped into the spirit, who was now sitting up, stroking Ryou like he was a kitten, who murmured slightly, and shifted so Bakura was petting his hair. Bakura rolled his eyes, and slid himself out from under him.

"Look, do you want to have a shower?" He asked the angel, who nodded, and struggled to push himself up on the bed, but failing. Bakura roughly grabbed him, and hauled him up to his feet. He supported the angel as he made his way towards the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Ryou began to shakily unbutton his shirt, and Bakura sat on the toilet, staring seemingly into space. Ryou pulled off his shirt, and began to unzip his jeans, when his legs gave way again and he fell hard onto his knees. Bakura swore, and walked over to his hikari.

"I-Im sorry, I'm so so so sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me.." Ryou sobbed helplessly as he swayed dangerously in his strange position on the floor.

"You're probably still in shock." Bakura said blankly. 'That's happens when you overuse your emotions…" Ryou closed his eyes, creating two fresh rivers of tears, and Bakura rolled his eyes as he pulled off his sleeveless shirt, and baggy pants. He bent down, and finished unzipping Ryous jeans for him. The smaller boy gasped, and tried to move away, probably absorbed in the memory from last night….. Bakura bit his lip, and managed to pull them off, and hefted the angel up, who found his footing, but was still very shaky. Bakura dragged apart the shower curtain, and pushed Ryou inside, stepping in himself. Ryou managed to keep himself on his feet, and Bakura threw him his usual bottle of Shampoo. Puzzled, Ryou washed his hair, his haunting blank eyes not leaving Bakura, who wasn't facing him, but instead studying the shower curtain. Ryou rinsed his hair, and then grabbed the soap and brush, scrubbing every inch of his body to attempt and get rid of that layer of dirt underneath his skin.

Bakura looked back at his hikari, to see Ryou was scrubbing violently at himself. Bakura sighed, and rolled his eyes, before grabbing Ryous wrist, and making him drop the brush. Ryou whimpered in pain and fear, before the spirit let go.

"It wont come off," Bakura said blankly, his eye casting over to the razor blade again, and his lip curled.

"What is this?" He demanded, picking it up and shoving it right under his nose. Ryou started to tremble, closing his eyes, and not looking at his darkness.

"What the hell are you doing to yourself, Ryou?" He said, grabbing Ryous shoulders and shaking him. Ryou whimpered, looking down. Bakura growled, hitting his light hard across the face. The angel gasped, a hand on his now reddening cheek.

"I-I.. when you-you weren't hurting me… I still needed to be punished…." Bakura let his hikari go, a look of disbelief on his face.

"What?" He asked in his deadly voice. Ryou wasn't looking at his darkness, as he gently took the razor from the spirits, hand, turning it in his soft ivory fingers.

"Its what you said…" Ryou whispered. "You told me to…"

Bakura took a step back, an incredulous look on his face. "I did no such thing!"

"Yes you did!" Ryou was crying now, his salty tears mixing with the shower water. "In my head, you said I still needed to be punished, you said I needed to learn…"

Bakura frowned, his eyes wide in shock. What the hell is he talking about? He thought to himself, his trembling hands taking the razor from the angel and throwing it on the floor.

"Look," He said, placing two hands on Ryous thin shoulders. "I never said anything like that, I would never say that to you."

"You did! Don't lie!" Ryous whole body shook with sobs. "You did you did you did!"

"NO!" Bakura yelled, tightening his grip and looking at Ryou in the eye. "Ryou, look, why would I do that when I can do it myself?" Ryou closed his eyes.

"You didn't mean that…" He whispered. "Do you actually enjoy hurting me?" Bakura just looked at Ryou, and gave a single nod.

Ryous lip trembled, and he bowed his head, shoulders shaking. Bakura bit his lip, trying to block out the heart-wrenching sobs coming from the small boy.

"Come on." He said roughly, slapping Ryou hard in the face out of his torpor, as he turned off the faucet and got out of the shower, yanking Ryou out with him. Although Ryou was shivering, Bakura was warm, and he rubbed the lights arms as he stumbled over and got a towel to dry himself. Bakura let go, and stood up straight, also grabbing a towel. Ryou wrapped it around himself, and walked silently into Bakuras room.

"Get ready for school." Bakura said emotionlessly as he threw on come clothes. "And try not to collapse or anything." Ryou nodded as he buttoned up the blue uniform shirt, and bent down to pull on his pants. He cried out as he lost his balance, and toppled over. Bakura rolled his eyes, and tugged him back up.

"I told you to not collapse..." He said. "Gods Ryou, why the hell are you always so weak and pathetic! No wonder you're father wanted to get rid of you!" Ryou gasped, and lifted a trembling hand to his mouth.

"Y-You didn't mean that.." He whispered. "You didn't…" He could feel tears prickling the back of his eyes, but refused to let them fall.

"I did. You don't mean you actually thought he cared about you? You really are gullible."

"He does!" Ryou's voice trembled, and he tried to hide it, but Bakura heard it, and grinned.

"No, he doesn't. He stopped caring about you after your mother and sister died. If he cared about you so much, then why would he kick you out and pay of an apartment?" Bakura raised an eyebrow at the boy, who shook his head, and placed his hands over his ears, his fingers entwined with his silky locks.

"Shut up..." He whispered, Tears beginning to fall again. "Shut up, shut up shut up…"

"But you know its true. He has another family now, he doesn't need you anymore."

"Just stop talking…"

"You're nothing but a big disappointment to him. And I'm not surprised, look at yourself. Your stupid girlish hair, your pale skin, those eyes.."

"Stop it!" Ryou yelled, sobbing. "Shut the hell up!"

"You know why he hates the way you look? Because you look so much so much like your mother, don't you? It scares him. And I'm not surprised. He hates everything about you Ryou, doesn't he…"

"Shut up!" Ryou sobbed. "Just stop talking, You're lying!"

Bakura snorted. "I'm not. And you know it, Ryou."

"I hate you." He whispered. Bakura cocked an eyebrow. "So much. I hate they way you're always hurting me, how you're always messing with my head, how you're so cold and evil, how you lie…. You've ruined my life, I hate you!" He took his hands away from his hair, and covered his face, sobbing. "I hate you I hate you I hate you…" He continued to whisper it like a mantra. Bakura rolled his eyes, and grabbed Ryous hands, putting his faces inches from his.

"Newsflash Hikari, I hate you too. I hate the way you're so weak, the way you cry, I hate how you're so pure and innocent, I hate how you always cower in fear…" Bakura leaned in even closer. "I hate the way you're so beautiful…" He whispered the last words in the angels ear, and then stormed off, leaving the room. Ryou winced as he heard the door slam, and leaned miserably against the wall.

"I cant do this…"

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