-sneaks up quietly- Look what I did at 3AM last night! -giggle- Thats my excuse for why it is short and shitty. Enjoy! or well, try to... -.-'' And yes, I cut out the lemons and violence. Just imagine it in your mind... -salivates-
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It hurt.
So freaking much.
Ryou trembled, curled tightly into his little ball of protection, as Bakura continued to run his fingers through silky hair. True, he was warm again, but he was in so much pain… The angel let out a chocked sob, his face buried deep in the pillow, Bakura grinned, tightly braiding Ryous hair into a silvery rope. The light clenched the pillow tighter, struggling to swallow his sobs.
"Whats wrong, Ryou?" Bakura asked mockingly, finished with Ryous hair and beginning to run his hands down his marred back. Ryou shuddered, letting out a choked cry as the spirits sharp fingernails digging into the ivory skin, blood seeping from new wounds. Bakura smirked, applying more pressure onto Ryous back, who struggled and cried, letting out a pained yelp as Bakura ran his hands over his thighs.
"Nooo…." He whispered pathetically, clutching the pillow he was buried in for refuge tighter, tears soaking the cotton covering of the feather pillow. "Please…"
"What?" He asked almost seductively, purring beside Ryous ear. "Is little Ryou not ready for round four?" Ryou began to tremble, shaking his head and sobbing. "No?" Ryou sniffed, and nodded, swallowing deeply. How could Bakura do this to him? How could he put Ryou through this agony for so many hours?
The clock had stopped. The hands were frozen at 1:23 A.M, and it was much, much later than that, the darkest, coldest part of the night, he guessed around 4 AM. He was so exhausted, in so much pain… Of course, the fact that Bakura had kept him up and raped him several times over was probably to blame. Not to mention the cruel torture Bakura put him through between the attacks. God Ryou just wanted to black out, to die…. Anything to just get free of this torment. And to his knowledge, he didn't even do anything wrong…
"Please, Bakura-sama…" Ryou whispered, gritting his teeth as he felt Bakuras slim cold fingers gently sliding up his thighs, over tight curves. "No more…"
"Aww, is poor little Ryou tired?" He mocked, voice beside Ryous ear. "Tut, tut… I thought I trained you better than that…" Ryou curled tighter into the pillow, biting down hard on the plush to keep from crying bitterly. "Do you want me to stop?" He said, hands running like water over bloodstained thighs.
"Yes…" Ryou whispered, eyes red-rimmed and swollen. He had to run out of tears soon….
"Yes what?" Bakura said dangerously, nails digging sharply into the small of his back. Ryou yelped, face still pressed in the pillow.
"Yes Bakura-sama!" He said desperately, and resumed his tight clamping on the pillow.
"Good…" Bakura nodded in approval. "You're learning. Rest, then." He silently got off Ryou and slid off of the bed, pulling on a pair of jeans. Ryou was cold without Bakura draped over him, and his whole body ached like no tomorrow. Sleep was a long time coming. He released his mouth from the pillow and tried to snuggle into it, his thin form shivering. Bakura, who was still standing beside the bed, sorted, rolling his eyes as he threw a soft duvet at Ryou, who yelped, but then sighed in relief, pulling it over him. Bakura crossed his arms as he gazed at the boy slowly drifting into an exhausted sleep. He sat down on the bed, still gazing steadily at Ryou, whose eyes were closed, and breathing deep. Bakura ran a hand over his little beauty, gazing at him for a few more moments, before standing up and walking over to the fridge, pulling out another beer. He would wait til dawn.
It wasn't long before he finished the first beer. Bakura threw the empty to the ground and stalked over to the fridge, grabbing another one. He was probably going to get roaring drunk, but he didn't give a fuck. Getting drunk was good. Maybe he would forget was he did to Ryou for a few hours. A small, tiny little part of him… didn't like it. He needed to kill that little part of him. He didn't have a soul, a conscience.
Someone was hanging over him…
Ryou slowly lifted his head from the pillow, and opened his eyes to find, sure enough, Bakura, leaning over him with an unreadable expression on his face. Ryou froze, pulling the blanket over his mouth and staring up at the spirit with big brown eyes, wide with fear.
"Why so scared?" Bakura smirked, reaching out and brushing silvery bangs out of Ryous doe-brown eyes, who clenched them tightly shut, hands tightening on the blanket as he began to tremble. The spirit grinned, as he crawled over Ryou on all fours, his face inches from him. Ryou tentatively opened his eyes, tears welling up in chocolate orbs and spilling down his cheeks. His eyes widened as he picked up a bitter scent on Bakuras breath.
"Y-You're drunk…" Ryou whispered tearfully, his breath hitching in his throat. Bakura giggled and nodded, now slumped on the angel, his head in the crook of Ryous neck. He trembled at the touch, the carbide smell of alcohol making him dizzy. "Please… Get off me…" Bakura lifted his head, and shook it, forcing his mouth on Ryous. The angel screamed, the horrible taste of beer in his own mouth, as he struggled under Bakura, arms struggling to push the spirit off of him, but to no avail. Bakura smiled, breaking his kiss from Ryou, hands snaking under the blanket. The angel yelped, and continued to struggle desperately. "Please… Not again…" He whispered hopelessly. Bakura rolled his eyes, settling back on his haunches to remove his clothes. Ryou shook his head, curling into a tight ball and holding tighter onto the blankets as Bakura tried to take it off of him. "No!" He moaned desperately, as Bakura wrenched the duvet away from Ryou, throwing it over the side, leering down at young angel, who held his hands over his face and sobbed, Bakuras carbide odor in his face and mouth.
Woo! Decent sized paragraphs! XD
Ryou weakly propped himself up on his elbows, trying not too look at the comatose spirit lying beside him, snoring lightly. Ryou winced, a fiery pain burning through his rear as he tried to sit up, tears running down his face as he gazed out the small window at the rising sun. He slid off of the bed and onto his knees, leaning against the mattress. He sat for a few moments, recovering his strength, before struggling to his feet. It pained him, but Ryou bent down to grab his boxers, and pulled them on, wincing as he pulled them up his thighs. Gazing around the room, Ryou sighed, limping over to the beer bottles to clean up the mess, seeming to trip over something every step. He was still exhausted, only sleeping for less than three hours that night. He was about to pick them up, but he frowned, sitting on the couch instead, kicking at the glass bottles angrily. Well fuck Bakura. Ryou pounded a couch pillow weakly, tears trickling down his face. How could he do this to him? How could Bakura cause so much pain and then just pass out like nothing happened? Ryou curled tightly into a ball, his head on his knees as he cried.
After a while, Ryou lifted his head, a bright fire of determination burning through him. Well, he wasn't going down like this. Bakura wasn't going to control him. He wasn't going to break him. The angel sank deeper into the couch, trying to think. What could he do? How could he hurt and defy Bakura? He was the stronger, the darkness. Honestly, Ryou felt so weak and helpless at that moment, too weak to even hoist himself to his feet and walk over to the demon. He was a pathetic, hopeless loser. Bakura was right…
No. Ryou frowned. He couldn't think like that. Putting himself down, thinking lesser of himself, would only mean Bakura had won. And Bakura didn't. And he wasn't going to, either. Ryou was strong, he was determined, he was…
The host, the landlord. He was the master of Bakura. He was the one with the true power. Not physically, or mentally, but emotionally. Bakura put him through hell, but he still managed to remain whole, unbroken. Ryou was not going down without a fight.
As usual, peoples, R&R! I stayed up for Two hours with teh laptop under the blankets to write this. xD -waves and continues to slave over homework-