Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 10: To Love Or To Hate

Pressing his flat palms hard against the demon's chest, Ryou shook his head as Bakura was suddenly down over him, pale arms on either side of his head. His mind cried out for help he knew he wouldn't be receiving, only making tears spring back to his eyes all the quicker. Lips were pressed against his and he quickly pursed them, attempting to lock the demon out of his mouth.

But Bakura was a persistent bastard and forced his tongue against the lips, breaking through after a moment and halting again at closed teeth. The demonic male let out a low growl, one hand moving up to grip the angel's jaw with tight fingers, prying it downward and slipping his tongue in.

Ryou clenched his eyes shut and squirmed under the attack, his entire body wriggling from side to side as he tried to pull his head away and somehow slip out from under the others grasp. The tips of his spread wings were both raising slightly off the bed and laying flat again repeatedly, as if Ryou couldn't make up his mind on whether or not he wanted to use them to help get away.

This shouldn't be happening…

It couldn't!

This wasn't right at all…!

He realized that the hand on his jaw was gone now and he did the one thing that first came to his mind. Clenching his teeth again, Ryou whimpered as he heard the demon shout out, fearing what would happen now that he had tried to fight back. Ryou felt the demon raise off of him and a sudden pain consume his head, hearing his own voice cry out in pain.

Raising both of his hands to his right cheek, Ryou felt his body tighten and lurch slightly with a choked sob, his vision blurring over with his tears. His hands were roughly pulled away from his face and the black shirt he was wearing was suddenly over his head, but not completely. Twisting his body, Ryou only entangled himself further as he tried to slide the shirt either way, his hands forced above his head.

Bakura smirked down at the sight of the struggling angel, turning his head briefly to spit out the small amount of dark blood that had collected on his tongue. Wiping his mouth the back of his hand, the demon sneered down at Ryou, his voice dark with lust.

"Frisky little fuck, aren't you." His fingers gripped the silver belt that was wrapped around the angel's waist, quickly pulling it from the loops and throwing it to the floor, moving on to the stormy gray pants.

Ryou's waist jerked when he felt the demon trying to loosen his pants, finally finding his voice.

"No! Bakura, please no! I don't want this, I don't! Stop!" His body was trembling as he moved, his mind racing to try and find some sort of escape route and coming up with nothing.

Bakura ignored everything the angel said, slipping his pants down to his remaining gold anklets and then off completely, along with his one shoe. Immediately, pale legs drew themselves together on instinct, the movements of his upper body stopping. Enticed at the sudden silence he had caused, Bakura removed his own shirt carefully over his wings and sat back on his knees, watching the angel's flawless body shiver and his chest shudder every so often from his tears.

"Please…" Ryou's voice was muffled and shaky as he spoke and Bakura could nearly see the helpless and pitiful expression the angel must have been wearing. "Don't do this…"

A feral smirk crossed the demon's face at those words as he placed his hands on the angel's knees and spread them, Ryou trembling harder. He couldn't help it as his tongue slipped out for a moment to run against his lips and the twin horns on his head hit their full potential length. He could only think of one word to describe the pale body below him and that was 'perfect'.

Reaching down a hand, Bakura placed his open palm down against Ryou's quivering chest, slowly moving down onto his flat stomach. As the one hand disappeared from his knee, Ryou leaned it towards his other, attempting to close his legs again and failing now that the demon had his hand between them.

The younger white – haired boy felt shivers racing throughout his body, heat spreading across his skin as the demon's hand ventured lower. A small jolt up his spine made him jump, his lips parting on there own and letting out a soft mewl from the back of his throat. His mind had stopped trying to think of escapes the moment Bakura's fingers grazed through the patch of silver curls below his stomach and made ghosting touches down over his most intimate area.

This wasn't supposed to be happening.

This wasn't supposed to feel good.

He wasn't supposed to be encouraging the demon with noises!

But he couldn't help the cry – turned – moan that tore itself from his throat when Bakura wrapped a tight hand around him and began to pump him shamelessly. His breathing pattern quickened and his back arched on its own accord, his mind screaming at Bakura to stop.

Ryou saw a lighter black through his closed eyelids, opening his eyes halfway to find the black material was pulled down from his face, the demon's mahogany eyes boring into his.

Bakura pressed his nose down against the angel's, almost in a child – like manner and whispered, "I think you do like this."

The angel would have responded and kept eye contact longer if the demon hadn't swiped his thumb across the slick head of his hardening shaft. He felt his eyes roll up into the back of his head and then close, his lips parting as he panted out his small protests.

"Oh… please… oh god… please stop…"

Bakura grunted at the expression the angel wore below him, his temperature rising and his pants now painfully restricting. Stealing a rough kiss, which, to both of the males surprise Ryou returned shyly, Bakura pulled his black shirt back over the angel's face. Pushing his nose against the other's covered cheek, Bakura growled out painfully, "Mmnn… I thought you said stop…"

The demon released his rigid toy for a moment to unbuckle his belts and undo the buttons and zipper. Growling low in his throat, as he was free from the confinements, Bakura paused halfway to remove his boots, before dropping his pants to the floor with everything else.

Spreading Ryou's legs, which had closed again, Bakura quickly lowered himself and let his tongue drift up and around the angel's length, before taking him into his mouth with a smooth motion. The boy below him bucked unconsciously, a gasp tearing its way from his throat and his torso twisting, as if he was in agony.

"Oh p-please… please stop…" His breathing was becoming more labored and his squirming more persistent.

Bakura pulled away and Ryou gasped again at the cool night air, finding himself suddenly sitting up with the demon gripping his sides. A hand pulled down the shirt again, revealing a crimson – flushed face with half hooded chocolate eyes and parted lips that were continuously passing panting breaths.

Ryou's mind was completely fogged over with want and need, his eyes a darker brown than before. The need between his legs was throbbing unbearably, the pressure in his lower stomach bordering the line of painful. He stared at the demon in front of him as he felt his body quiver under his grip, the other male looking very desirable to his mind at the moment.

This was so wrong.

This was something he shouldn't be doing.

This was something he shouldn't be even thinking about.

He didn't care.

Ryou went against everything he had been taught at home and everything he knew, everything he believed was being shattered in these very moments and he just didn't care.

The large shirt he was wearing slipped down his body now that he was sitting up and his free arms acted on their own. Ryou found himself pressed tightly against the demon's body, arms woven around his neck and fingers entangled within unruly silver spikes. His mouth was crushed against Bakura's, the darker male reacting as if this was all natural. He had pulled the angel into his lap so that he straddled his waist, strong arms wrapped around a slim back and holding him tightly. The demon ravished the innocent's mouth, his mind producing limited thoughts now that the tables had unexpectedly turned.

Ryou pulled away when his air supply ran out, his breathing heavy and his mind extremely confused. The two males watched each other for a moment, before Bakura leaned in to press his lips against the angel's, to which the other pulled away again.

"No," He breathed, "This is wrong..."

Bakura covered the angel's mouth with his own again, whispering back, "I don't give a damn."

Ryou shook his head, trying to pull away again, "No, I can't do this, you're my enemy, I – " He pressed his hands against broad shoulders as those lips reached for his yet again, "I'm supposed to hate you!"

The demon let a small smirk cross his features for a moment before it faded, pushing Ryou away slightly to flip him over onto his hands and knees. The shirt was over his head again before he knew it and Ryou was forced to lean down on his forearms. The angel felt the larger male drape himself over his naked back, heat flooding his body further. He shivered when he felt Bakura's breath against his covered ear, his voice still coming through as low and sultry.

"Then hate me to your heart's content, this is supposed to be punishment, you hot little fuck."

Ryou let out a loud shriek from under his shirt at the sudden pain that was rocketing up his spine over and over again as the demon entered his body unexpectedly and just as roughly. He felt as if his entire body was being split down the middle with a knife, that sharp tool digging into his body repeatedly and making his back arch, cries of pain wrapped in pleasure tearing themselves from his throat with every thrust.

Bakura groaned deep in his own throat, one hand painfully gripping the angel's raised hips to steady him and the other supporting the majority of his weight on the bed below his white wing. Letting out a growl, which ended in short pants, the demon raised and lowered his wings in sexual frustration, muttering out, "Fuck… fucking tight… so fucking – unh… tight…"

His hand moved from Ryou's waist to his stomach, where he heard the angel cry out again, louder than the previous shouts. Whimpers followed, the pale body glistening with a thin sheet of sweat and was shaking visibly.

"Please…"

The demon wrapped his hand around Ryou's need again, making the younger buck forward and throw off the demon's rhythm for a moment, before regaining the pattern. Growling again, Bakura moved his hand quickly, Ryou's moans and weak pleas filling the room. Pushing his hips backwards, Ryou actually met the demon's thrust and made him grind out a strange noise from the back of his throat, before pressing forward into his hand again. He repeated this motion, finding the incredible feeling it created within him, all thoughts, but how good it felt, gone from his mind.

His orgasm hit him faster than he thought.

Ryou suddenly felt his body tingle all over, his muscles tensing and the word 'faster' crossing his mind like a broken record player. Bakura seemed to read his thoughts, his own movements speeding up, including his hand.

'So fucking close…'

Ryou's back arched and he pressed his backside as far as he could against the demon, his muscles twitching and a cry ripping from his throat as his fists clenched and eyes closed tightly, his body releasing.

Bakura felt the muscles around him squeeze almost painfully, knocking him over the edge and into his own climax. His hand still gripped the angel's shaft as he grunted and panted his approval over Ryou's back, his fingers dripping with the Innocents sticky fluids. Carefully prying his fingers open, Bakura shifted slightly, feeling the smaller body under him slump forward completely, the angel passed out.

The demon smirked as he sat up on trembling thighs, pushing the angel down gently onto his side.

So Marik had been right.

He was a good fuck.