-pops up- Ello! Just two days later and the chapter ish 2000 words long! -dies- I got writers block SO BAD -whimper- This chapter is long, but not particularily very good, I think. I have hit a slump. I think I need to wrap this fic up soon...
Disclaimer: I do not own it. Honestly...
The haze of unconsciousness was sluggishly lifted from Ryou, as he slowly blinked, finally pulling himself awake. What the…
He was tied to the bed. His wrists and ankles were done tightly with rope, his silvery hair fanning out on the pillow.
"Yami…" He let out a soft whimper, lifting his head, to find the bed empty. "Please…"
"Shut up you little brat." Bakura sneered, leaning over the trembling angel. Ryou bit his lip, shrinking away from the spirit as best as he could. Bakura laughed, one hand extended to brush Ryous snowy hair out of his eyes. Ryou clenched his eyes tightly at the touch, a small keening whimper of fear sounding in his throat. The yami smirked, walking back in forth beside the trembling Hikari, who struggled and cried in the bonds, his heart pounding in fear, threatening to break his ribs.
"Yami please, please please, Please, AH!" Ryou screamed as Bakura hit his hard across the face. The yami crawled onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours over the trembling light. Ryou whimpered softly, trying to bury his head in the sheets, tears spilling over dark mocha orbs. Bakura licked his lips at the tasty sight of Ryou exposed shoulder, bending down to claim the smooth skin for his own. The angel gasped and arched his back in surprise at the hot tongue on his soft milky collarbone. Ryou closed his eyes weakly, the hopelessness of submission gradually taking over his shaking frame.
"I told you." Bakura snarled, releasing the boys neck and gazing into wet chocolate eyes. "Nothing ever gets away from me. And you're mine. Ryou." He breathed into his ear. "All mine…" Ryou let out a choked sob, trying desperately to stop the shudder of revulsion threatening to quake his body.
"Yours…." Ryou whispered weakly, just wanting it all to end, wanting to wake up from this horrible nightmare. "All yours… Just yours…" He was exhausted, slumped against the mattress of the bed, his eyes closed. "All yours to take…" Bakuras smirk widened, as he leaned back on his haunches, gently running his hands over his smooth torso. Fear, hopelessness, and heartbreak ran through Ryou, who sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Why was Bakura doing this? It was like going in a big circle. Oh god why did he have to go and look through his memories? WHY?
"You're learning…" Bakura muttered darkly, finger curled in Ryous hair. "You're stupid Ryou, you're stupid for thinking you could hide from me, for thinking you could run." The angel whimpered, and let out a choked gasp, as Bakuras fingers slowly ran down his creamy side, and began to massage his thighs. Ryou shook harder in terror and continued to cry.
"D-Don't…" He whispered pathetically, whimpering at the touch. The yami only smiled sadistically, adding pressure to the tips of his fingers. Ryou cried out and began to struggle, his breath hitched in choked sobs in his throat. "P-Please…" Bakura smirked, leaning over the hikari with his wild silver locks tickling his bruised collarbone.
"Beg, Ryou." He snarled, his hands on Ryous hips. "I want to hear you beg for mercy."
"Please!" Ryou blurted out tearfully. "Please please please Bakura!" He clenched his eyes tightly shut, his soft voice in near hysterics. "I'll do anything, just don't hurt me, Bakura please please please!" The yami only grinned, pressing harder on Ryous slim hips. "Please Bakura-sama!" His breathing was harsh and hitched with tears. Bakura rolled his eyes, shifting his hands from Ryous thighs, tucking his hair behind his ears. Ryou relaxed, softly sighing in relief as he opened his eyes. He whimpered at the yami still leaning over him, doing his best to try and shrink away.
"Why are you doing this?" Ryou whispered, his voice hoarse from his tears. Bakura snarled, giving Ryou a sharp blow across the face. The hikari whimpered, and closed his eyes, struggling to control his shaky breathing.
"Shut up. Just shut up." Bakura snarled, his eyes bloody in anger. Ryou bit his lip, soft dark eyelashes fluttering open.
"B-Bakura… You hurt me before and you're doing it again… Why?"
"Shut up!" Bakura yelled, beginning to slam his fists into Ryous thin stomach. "Shut up, Shut up. Shut UP!" Ryou screamed and began to cough, crimson crops glittering on his soft snowy lips. Bakura paid no heed, pounding into Ryous torso again and again, his voice raising at every word. "Don't Talk to me!" The angel screamed in pain, his breath coming out in choked gasps and sobs.
"Hurting me won't solve anything!" Ryou blurted out in a rush, his face stained with tears and his bruised chest heaving. Bakura growled, his hands clamped tightly on Ryous shoulder and a venomous note in his eyes and voice.
"Shut up you little bitch!" The pale demon snarled, his own eyes an inch away from Ryous' his fingers tightened on Ryous shoulders, to the point of drawing blood. Ryou cried out, struggling underneath the yami as more tears flowed from his chocolate eyes. Bakura eyed the drops of scarlet, complementing Ryous rose lips, and bent down, claiming Ryous soft lips once more. Ryous eyes widened in shock as he let out a muffled scream, the yami smirking as he drank the sweet coppery taste from Ryous sweet mouth. It was like a drug to the yami; soon it was gone and he wanted more. He wanted Ryou writhing and screaming under his hold, he wanted him broken and bleeding…
Bakura broke apart from Ryou, both of his hands not on the sheets just beside the lights head. The angel closed his eyes, trying in vain to suppress a fearful whimper. Bakura smiled at the submissive teen, one hand roaming just above the sheets for his knife. Ryous' eyes widened in shock and fear when he realized what Bakura was going to do, struggling and crying quietly, eyes locked on the blade Bakura now held in his hands. No…
Ryou arched his back and screamed, as Bakura promptly ran the knife along his collarbone, a thick red line welling up in his wake. The pale demon ran his tongue along the blade to catch a few drops of Ryous coppery taste. Bakura locked eyes with Ryou, who promptly shut his tight, shaking with suppressed sobs of fear and pain. The yami leaned down, eagerly drinking the hikaris' blood, who twisted and struggled under his hold. Bakura shuddered in pleasure as he continued to lap up the sweet crimson liquid, which made his insides warm like alcohol. Ryou gritted his teeth and bit back a scream of fear, as he felt the blade slowly ran up his side.
"P-Please, Y-Yami-sama… Please please, just sto-NO!" The angel screamed in pain as Bakura dug the knife harder into his milky sides. "Please…" He whispered hopelessly. Bakura, finally drinking the blood that spilled from the now closed wound, raised his head to gaze into chocolate eyes wide with fear. The darkness leaned back on his haunches, straddling the trembling light. Ryou bit his lip to try and suppress his sobs, but his tears didn't stop trickling down his ivory face. The angels eyes widened further, as Bakura took off his shirt, eyes still fixated on the trembling lights mocha orbs. As the demon began unbuckling his belt, Ryous breathing quickened as he frantically wrenched his wrists and ankles, trying desperately to escape the demon. Bakura frowned, making to throw his belt to the floor, but instead he folded it in half, and brought it sharp onto Ryous stomach.
A resounding Crack tore through the air, mingled with Ryous screams of pain and heartbroken sobs. The darkness smirked, bringing it down again and again, Ryous agonized screams and tears slowly fading to choked whimpers and sobs of exhaustion. Bakura brought his eyes back to Ryou, lightly running his fingers over the broken and cut skin of the lights torso. Ryou sobbed brokenly, slumped into the mattress. He was tired, so tired, and it hurt so much…
"Now are you going to keep that mouth of yours shut?" Bakura demanded, his eyes narrowing. Ryou didn't answer, he only sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, his eyes clenched tightly closed. Bakura frowned, and sharply drew his fingernails down Ryous bruised and torn stomach. The angel screamed in pain, eyes snapping open to lock into hardened mahogany orbs. "I said." Bakura stated, exaggerating patience. "Are you going to shut up now?" Ryou closed his mouth, and nodded wordlessly, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Good." Bakura stood up off of the boy for a moment, unzipping and tugging off his pants, While Ryou shook and cried in fear tied to the bed. He wasn't going to do this was he? He couldn't, this was Bakura, the one that held him and loved him, the one that promised to always be there for him…. But… Bakura was the one who hurt him, who broke his heart…. God…
The darkness sat cross-legged on the bed beside Ryou, who lifted his head to gaze at him, a puzzled look in his eyes. Bakura didn't say anything, only rolling on his side and propping his head up with one elbow, gazing at the trembling light, who had the aura of a frightened baby rabbit around him. Bakura smirked, gently reaching out a hand to toy with Ryous mussed locks of hair. The light whimpered, trying to pull away, but the darkness growled warningly in his throat, and Ryou froze, gently trying to relax on the bed. Bakura smirked, continuing to gently stroke Ryous hair, the latter still trembling under his hold, trying desperately to not think What Bakura was going to do to him. The demon eyed Ryou in a scrutinizing way, eyes gradually making his way down his bruised, bloody form. Ryou shivered, not breaking his gaze from Bakura, who's eyes gradually closed, as he rolled over onto his back. Ryou was surprised, as he gazed at the spirit who looked like he was sleeping, his pale, lightly muscled form bare except for his boxers, and slowly, he closed his own eyes, letting out a long sigh of exhaustion.
"I didn't say you could sleep." Ryous eyes snapped open to find the yami leering over him. The angel gulped, and silently lowered his eyes, mouthing a soft. "sorry." The demons smile widened, as he brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes. "I have you right where I want you." He said smiling sadistically, gently tapping Ryous nose. "You're right under my control. I can make you do anything I want…" His fingers lowered from Ryous nose to the silky tendrils tangles around his pounding throat. Ryou trembled, but didn't utter a word. Bakura grinned, inwardly gleaming at this sign of submission, proceeding to wipe Ryous tears away with a thumb, smoothing out the creamy skin. Ryou shuddered slightly, fresh tears spilling onto Bakuras slim hand. The yami sighed, gently licking the salty mixture off of his hand and then surprisingly lay on top of Ryou, his head buried in the crook of his neck. Ryous eyes widened in confusion.
"What?" Ryou asked, confused at what his yami was doing. Holding him? Bakura didn't respond, merely tightened his hold on the angel. He wanted to… savour this, before his trust with Ryou- What was left of it- Was shattered forever.
-smiles- There is a tiny shred of goodness there! xD Yay! This scene isnt over, But I seriously am TIRED tonight and 2000 freaking words is long enuff... aint it?
R&R!