ello! -pops up- Another fast update! Powpowpow! xD hehehe..
Okay, this is officially my most sadistic chapter yet... Muahahahahhahahahaaaaa!
Fweee! Just a few more chapters until the end... When I either make a sequel, OR -drum roll- If ya like, I could always continue the story, but sort of add another arc into it. Thats sort of what this is, I mean, it could END at chapter 16, or 25, or whenever (cant remember). You decide.
Disclaimer: If Takashi-sama read this, he would kill me. No, I dont own it. -wishes-
Just when Ryou was beginning to finally relax, He was sharply drawn back to reality by a painful, hungry kiss that left his lips swollen and bruised. He opened his eyes sharply to find Bakura glaring down on at him. Ryou whimpered and closed his eyes in fear, secretly in his mind just hoping and wishing that Bakura would go away…
"Why are you crying, Ryou?" Bakura teased in a sarcastic sing-song, running a long thin finger down the curves of Ryous cheekbone. Ryou whimpered, and closed his eyes, just wanting Bakura to leave him alone…
"I'm afraid." Ryou whispered softly, closing his eyes and beginning to cry. Bakuras smile widened, as he breathed heavily just an inch away from Ryou.
"Of this?" Bakuras hand gently ran up Ryous slim thigh, the light gasping and arching his back in a futile attempt to be free. "Oh Ryou, you have plenty to be afraid of…" Ryou closed his eyes miserably, tears pulsing from under closed lids. Bakura smirked, leaning into Ryous thin frame, The latter trembling under his hold. Bakura smirked, claiming Ryous soft lips for his own once more. Ryou struggled and began to writhe under the darkness's hold, grinding his hips into Bakuras. Too late, he realized his mistake and whimpered, clenching his eyes tightly.
"Oh?" Bakura raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know you wanted to... engage in such activites…"
"NO!" Ryou yelled. "I don't, I don't, I…" His speech became disjointed, breathing irregular, As Bakura reached down a hand, beginning to rub the insides of Ryous creamy thighs. Ryou gasped at the touch and clenched his eyes tightly, fighting back tears as Bakura tugged off his boxers. "Bakura..." The darkness smirked, as he lithe naked form straddled Ryous slim hips. No. He didn't want this, he didn't, he didn't… Please…Ryou thought helplessly. Someone, anyone please help me...
(I promised Lemon! –wails sadly- I wish I could… Why can't I pout out! Wait…. n.n'')
Ryou was the most beautiful person Bakura had ever met. His flawless complexion and hair were heavenly, but far more gorgeous (To him) Was the broken, sobbing teen who wrestled uselessly at his bonds, hair streaked with blood, and his thin porcelain form covered in the same liquid, blood pooling between his thighs. Bakura slipped himself out of Ryous tattered passage, the angel sobbing and sobbing hopelessly underneath him, as he smiled sadistically, gently running his fingers through the lights blood-streaked hair. Ryou whimpered at the touch, wrists trying desperately to tug free of the bonds, the coarse rope digging into his wrists, blood trickling down his forearms. Bakura stood up, blood splattered across his own catlike frame. He looked at himself, and frowned softly.
"I'm going to go clean up." He said easily, walking casually over to the door leading to the bathroom, throwing a glance to the teen. Ryou whimpered, lifting his head to gaze at the spirit.
"What, want a shower?" Bakura asked mockingly, an evil glint to his eye. Ryou sniffed and nodded, the yami rolling his eyes and walking over to the light, untying the ropes at his wrists and ankles. The light sighed in relief, rubbing his bleeding wrists, with his head bowed into his chest. Bakura rolled his eyes, yanking Ryou roughly by his hair onto his feet and kicking him firmly in the rear to get him moving. Ryou yelped and took a couple of steps before collapsing into the ground, tears streaming down his porcelain face.
"I can't w-walk…" Ryou stuttered, struggling to his feet. "Please, Bakura, it hurts too much…" The latter rolled his dark eyes and bent down beside Ryou, scooping him up in his slim arms. Ryou bit his lip, but remained stationary, as Bakura walked into the bathroom, setting him none-too-gently on his rear in the small white porcelain of the square bath in the shower. ((I used to have one, It's like, a shower, and the bath is really small and square. So cool)) Ryou wrapped his arms around his thin frame, as Bakura pushed in the plug. Turning the faucet on to freezing, water slowly filled the minute bathtub. Ryou gasped as the icy water touched his skin, and began to shake in both cold and pain. Bakura smirked at the now blue-lipped Ryou, the cold water up to his armpits. Bakura finally turned the tap off, gazing at the shivering Ryou, who curled, if possible, tighter into himself.
"I-I'm so c-cold…" He reached for the tap, but Bakura growled, and slapped his hand away. Ryou cried out in pain, cradling the hand, the wrist beginning to bleed again, into his chest, head bowed and gazing at the pink water.
"I'll be back in ten minutes." Bakura said shortly, throwing a bar of soap and a flannel into the shower, and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him. He gazed around in the small room that smelled of rape, the sheets on the bed stained from Ryous blood and Bakuras semen. He shrugged, and sat onto the couch, lying on the plush white cushions and staring at the ceiling, his mind racing.
So Ryou was finally his. His broken little hikari forever. It made Bakura feel… Dominant, strong inside, to know Ryou was beginning to fall under his spell. It was so fun, the way Ryou writhed, begged, and screamed underneath him. He was such a bastard to his little slave…
Bakura continued to muse on this for a few moments, absentmindedly scraping the dried blood from underneath his nails.
Ryou, on the other hand, was sitting miserably in the ice cold water if the shower. If he was more brave, he would turn on the hot water, add a bit more heat to his thin, shivering limbs, but knew Bakura would dismember him. Ryou leaned miserably against the glass door, curled into himself. He couldn't do this, he just couldn't go on. He didn't want to be a stupid, mindless little toy for Bakura… Although it was shockingly cold, Ryou sank deeper into the icy water, to his chin, his silvery hair fanning out like a halo around him. Tears trickling down his face, Ryou ducked under the water.
The cold was like a thousand needles over Ryous thin shaking body, but he ignored it, as well as the growing pain in his lungs. Ryou held his head under the water longer, his head beginning to throb. The foggy view under the water was beginning to spin, his vision growing dark…
Just as Ryou was about to lose consciousness, a hand tightly grasped his shoulder, dragging him up to the surface. Ryou emerged, sobbing and shaking and choking for breath. He doubled over, struggling to breathe, as Bakura began to pound into his back. Ryou screamed, struggling madly in his grasp.
"You little Slut." Bakura said menacingly by Ryous ear. "Trying to quit?" Ryou buried his face in his hands, sobbing and sobbing and sobbing. "You worthless little Loser." He pulled Ryou up to his feet by his armpits, the light, shaking and crying. Bakura literally threw him out of the shower and onto the floor, soaking wet and still covered in dried blood. "You worthless little Fuck." He hurled his feet into the sobbing angels side again and again, overcome my anger. How dare Ryou! How dare he try and quit out on him? Stupid little bitch. Bakura finally stopped kicking the angels' side, and bending down, and grabbed a fistful of Ryous locks, pulling him to his feet. Ryou cried out, and began to sob in fear of the yamis wrath. Picking up and sitting him down on the bathroom counter with a warning look to not move, He rummaged through the cabinet, looking around for what he wanted.
"Wh-What are you doing, Bakura…" He whispered in fear, curling into himself.
"Bakura-sama to you." He said shortly, finally extracting the white bottle. "I just saw that you didn't quite manage to get the blood off…" He shook the white bottle with a grin on his face, and Ryou shrank back in fear, his eyes wide in fright. Bakura poured the white anti-bacterial ammonia cream on his hands, abruptly grasping Ryous wrist, and slathering the liquid onto his torn arm.
A second later, Ryou screamed. He doubled over in shock and fear and burning pain, struggling desperately to free his hand. Bakura only smiled at Ryous pain, rubbing more of the harsh liquid into his hand, slathering it over his shoulders. Ryou began to cry, wanting to rip off the torn skin on his arms. It hurt, oh god, it hurt so much, it was like it was on fire, the corroding substance inside his ripped skin. Ryou continued to yell and struggle and cry, just wanting it all to be over…
Bakura laughed at Ryous pain, leaning back as he watched him hold his head in his hands and cry and cry and cry, high keening sobs torn from his throat. This was so amusing to him, watching Ryou desperately trying to rid himself of the antibacterial substance in his innumerable cuts on his thin body.
"Get it off…" Ryou moaned hopelessly. "Oh god, Bakura please get it off…" He slid off the counter and onto the tiled floor, his head in his hands. "GET IT OFF!" Bakura rolled his eyes, and walked casually to the bathtub, draining the water and turning on the shower, turning to knob towards 'hot' as far as it would go. Within moments, the hot water kicked in, and the steam began to pour out of the glass box. Bakura walked over to the crying boy, pulling him up by an inflamed arm, and dragging him over to the shower. Everything was a haze of pain to Ryou, and he couldn't see the heavy steam, couldn't feel how hot the few stray droplets of water that flew out of the shower. That was, of course, until Bakura shoved him under the spray of burning hot water.
Ryou screamed at the pain, the boiling water pounding again and again on his skin, He sank to his knees, screaming and screaming at the torturous agony that coursed over his soft skin. Bakura smiled, the frosted glass door closed, but not able to block out the sounds of the angels pain.
"Let me out!" Ryou yelled, crawling over to the door, pressing against the glass door. Nothing gave, it was stuck firm. Ryous eyes widened, as he pounded on the door, again and again, screaming and sobbing and pleading to be let out. Bakura didn't move, leaning against the glass door smiling sadistically, Ryous weak thuds and the desperate noise of agony like music to his knees. Tears coursed down Ryous face as he smashed his fists against the door again and again, his skin blistering from the heat and pounding from the pain.
"STOP!" Ryou screamed. "STOP IT! STOP STOP STOP!" He cried weakly, his forehead against the glass door. Finally, Bakura decided Ryou had had enough. He stepped off of the door, and pulled it open, Ryou tumbling onto the cool tiles in a broken, sobbing mess, trying to press himself as much as possible into the nice cool stone. His skin felt like it was on fire. The angel cried hopelessly in pain, slumped into the tiles for what felt like forever. After a few moments, Bakura tired of his crying, and stepped over the sobbing mess of a teen, and into the shower, wincing for a second as the heat was on full, searing his skin, as a shudder of pleasure ran through him. God, the all-over body pain that trickled down his back, his limbs, his chest, it felt so good. Almost reluctantly, he turned more cold into the flow of water, and stepped back into it, feeling the cooler water wash over him and the blood trickle down his lithe form. He rinsed his hair with the shampoo- Not Ryous smelly crap, he made sure- And lathered the soap over his thin, pale limbs ((-ish currently drooling all over keyboard-)), stepping back under the water to wash off the soapy water.
He turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel, and wrapping it around his slim middle, glaring down at the sobbing boy who still cried into the floor.
"Get up." Bakura spat, hurling a foot into Ryous blistered side. The angel screamed in pain, struggling to push himself up on his elbows. He fell back down again, sobbing and shaking. Bakura rolled his eyes again, bending down and picking the angel up in his arms, slinging him over his shoulder. Ryou yelled as his very tender skin was jostled around, crying into Bakuras shoulder as he was carried into the living room, and dumped onto the couch. His skin was still on fire, at least one of his ribs felt broken, and his heart was twisted and shattered in a million tiny pieces. He curled into the arm of the couch, crying and crying as Bakura wandered around the room, pulling on a pair of pants, throwing the rest of the clothes in a pile for Ryou to wash later, and finally, he flopped beside Ryou on the couch, a beer in his hand. Ryou didn't notice, as finally his pain-wracked sobs trailed off to sleep.
I am so mean to Ryou, arent I? -smiles- Remember to vote, if you either want a different sequel, or another arc in the story. xD