Ello all! Rather fast update again... --
Just a little note to say I might n ot be able to update for around a week, maybe more... T.T I have shitloads of homework to complete before the school holidays which finish at the end of the week... -.- If I don't, my laptop will be taken away from me. -sniffles-
Okay, yew all voted, and the votes are in and... Its not over for a long time. I am going to throw in another Arc, which will be angstier than ever! XD Yay...?
Disclaimer: I dont own it..
Bakura grinned, his nose just touching Ryous, his lithe frame pressed against Ryous trembling limbs. The angel was shaking and crying, his eyes clenched shut. The spirit grinned, one finger gently stroking the inside of Ryous thigh. Ryou grit his teeth, and began to struggle, tear tracks staining his bruised face.
"Please, Bakura-sama…" He whispered softly. "The game wasn't fair, please, please please… Can I have another chance, or something? Please…" Bakura got up off Ryou, who straightened into a sitting position, curled into a small ball, still shaking and crying in fear. "Please…" He begged. "I won't be able to last all night… please please please." He clasped his hands together, resting on his knees. "Bakura-sama…."
"You want me to leave you alone all night?" Bakura sneered, glaring at the pleading hikari. He nodded, and sniffed, wiping tears from his red-rimmed eyes, gazing steadily at the spirit, who sat with his hands crossed over his arms. "Now, why would I do that?" He said softly, resting on his heels as the edge of the bed.
"Please, Bakura-sama, I can't go through with it all night, I can't I can't…" He bowed his head and began to cry, his shoulders shaking, "Please…"
"Okay." Bakura smiled, standing up smoothly, and glancing out the window. Sunset. It would be getting cold soon. He reached out, and grabbed a lock of soft silvery hair, dragging Ryou off of the bed. "I will leave you alone all night." He smiled at Ryous sadistically. Ryou gasped, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Ryou whispered nervously, shrinking away from the yami, who smiled, and began leading him out the door. He fiddled with the lock for a moment, until it opened, and he yanked Ryou outside. The younger boy whimpered slightly in the wind on his bare limbs, beginning to feel sick. What was he going to do? Bakura sneered, as he walked to the edge of the small but deep pond, gazing at Ryou. The light tried to pull away, still not knowing what was happening, until Bakura abruptly pushed Ryou in.
The light screamed as the cold hit his naked limbs like a thousand needles, seeming to dig right into his heart. He thrashed and struggled, choking on the dark green water until a strong hand sized his arm and dragged him to the surface, coughing and spluttering, his wet hair plastered to his face, and running in rivulets down his pale body. Bakura dragged him onto the bank, the light shaking and sobbing in the cold, dying sunlight and harsh wind.
"I guess I'll see you in the morning then." Bakura sneered, standing up and walking over to the back door of the small house, closing it behind him. Ryou sat, frozen and numb for a moment, before he struggled to his feet, stumbling and tripping over to the door, the strong wind icy on his wet limbs. He began to pound on the door, sobbing and crying weakly, his body not seeming to function in the cold.
"LET ME IN!" He yelled, his forehead resting against the door miserably. He began to cry, curled into the cold wooden door as the wind continued to freeze his already icy skin, blowing his hair around his ivory face. "Please, Bakura-sama, It's so cold…" He sobbed, palms pressed against the door. "Please…"
Bakura stood beside the door in interest, hearing Ryous desperate pleas on the other side of the wood. But he wouldn't open the door. Not yet. Wait until he was really cold. The spirit smirked, and went to sit on the couch, careful not to sit on the bloodstains.
Ryou didn't know how long he had been out in the cold, the howling wind and never-ending darkness on his limbs, still wet from the water trickling from his long mob of hair. He was probably delirious, and Ryou knew he was only half conscious, as he continued to lay pressed into the door, the wind hitting him like a wave of ice. He was so cold, so cold… Tears trickled down his face, almost freezing to salty ice in the cold. Please, Bakura-sama, let me in... He mentally whispered. I'll do whatever you want, just please let me in…
On the couch, Bakura smiled, Ryous desperate words echoing throughout his mind. So, Ryou was so desperate ho would do anything to be let back in? Bakura put a hand on his chin in thought for a few moments, before standing up and walking over to the door, slim, deft fingers toying with the locks for a moment before finally turning the doorknob, pushing the door open, and gazing at the semi-conscious Ryou. He had been out in the cold for ages –at least two hours- and it was through he had been made of ice, his skin was so cold…
"Get up." He said harshly, kicking Ryou in the side. Ryous gasped, but didn't move, his head lolled to the side, and eyes only half open, breathing coming out in short sobs. Bakura bit his lip, bending down and wrapping an arm around Ryous slim middle, dragging the younger boy with him as he stood up. He slammed the door, and dragged Ryou across the room, throwing him on the bed, and sitting down next to him. He reached out a hand, stroking his icy body, and closed his eyes, his head in his hands. Ryous eyes were still half open, gazing unfocused at the spirit. Inside, Bakura was mentally kicking himself. He had left Ryou out in the cold for far too long. One hour, maybe a little bit more, but not two and a half. Bakura groaned aloud, gazing down at Ryou to decide what could be done. There was one option… But there was no way Bakura was going to do it. No way…
Ryous shivering grew, as his blue lips chattered together, breathing short and erratic. The yami sighed, still in two minds about this. He wasn't… He couldn't… It would make him soft Ra-Damnit! But… Ryous shaking grew worse, and his lips were a deeper shade of blue. Okay! He sighed, and lay down beside Ryou, taking him in his arms. Ryou gasped at the sudden change of heat, and then smiled, clinging tighter to Bakura, who bit his lip, gazing down at the light. What the hell…?
Ryou, not really knowing what was going on, just snuggled deeper into Bakuras arms. He didn't know who it was, he just wanted to continue to be held in their arms. It was so… warm, and soft… He rested his head on Bakuras chest, The cold slowly but surely leaving Ryous limbs, and he was beginning to feel comfortable, safe… He slowly closed his eyes, burying his head deeper into Bakuras chest, a small smile on his face as he fell asleep.
Bakura didn't know what to do. Ryou was just…. Lying on top of him, clinging to him, being warm to him. Bakura glared at the light, a soft feeling actually rising in his stomach. Bakuras eyes widened, as he tore himself away from Ryou, breathing heavily. No! NO NO NO NO! He wasn't about to feel anything for Ryou. Nothing. At all. He backed away from the bed, and began to sink into the couch, Ryou mewling softly from the loss of warmth. Ha. Let him whine, Bakura thought nastily, crossing his arms and glaring at Ryou. He hated him! Hated him! He hated Ryou for betraying him, for breaking his heart. He hated Ryou.
The spirit growled, and then stood op, leering over Ryou as he hit him hard in the face. Ryou instantly awoke, and cried out, holding a numb hand to his face and looked almost accusingly up at Bakura with large, doe-brown eyes.
"H-Hello, Bakura-sama…" He whispered softly, and then looked down at his still-frozen hands.
"Evening." Bakura sneered, climbing over Ryou and running a hand over silkysoft skin. The angel bit his lip and looked down, wishing so so much that he was somewhere else, even outside… Ryou cried out, as Bakura bit down hard on his neck, lovely sweet warm blood contrasting beautifully with his creamy skin. The angel arched his back and shuddered, as Bakura began to lap up the coppery liquid, tears in Ryous soft chocolate eyes.
"What?" He asked almost innocently, as he finished drinking from Ryous wound, drops of crimson still clinging to slim, pale lips. Ryou looked away and whimpered, tears trickling down his face. Please, help, someone…
"You want me to out you back outside?" Bakura said, skilled hands running down Ryous body as he straddled him, sadism in his eyes. Ryou let out a choked sob, which turned into a gasp, eyes widening further as Bakura began to softly massage the inside of his thighs. Ryou shook his head in fear, hands clenching tightly onto Bakuras shoulders.
"Please, Bakura-sama… I'm so tired… So cold… Please, just leave me alone, please…" He whispered, looking up at Bakura with big, sad eyes. Bakura merely snorted, shaking Ryous hands off, as he applied pressure to his ministrations.
"This should warm you up, shouldn't it?" He said, feigning innocence as be began rubbing the lower half of Ryous abdomen. The angel gasped, grinding his hips into the bed forcefully, hands clenched tightly onto the sheets.
How long was Bakura planning on doing this…
-drooling over mental images- Yuuummmmmmmm- huh? Oh! n.n''' Yes, I guess I will be seeing yew when... I see yew.. -.- -doesnt want to go-
R&R