Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 11: Search For Information

Rolling over onto his side, Ryou groaned softly, a dull pain up his spine echoing across his sleep – fogged mind. Lifting a hand to his face, the angel rubbed his fingers sleepily against his closed eyelids, before opening his mouth in a soft yawn.

He didn't want to wake up. The bed was so comforting and he was so sore, so tired…

The mattress he laid on suddenly shifted under him and a weight slipped around his naked waist, pulling his body flush against the object next to him.

Chocolaty eyes snapped open, his mind abruptly woken up. His vision blurry at first, Ryou blinked a few times, the sharpening image of mahogany eyes coming into focus. Gasping from a mixture of sudden emotions, the angel's body jerked away, hands against a solid chest, his eyes widening in surprise.

"What's the matter, little angel?" Bakura cooed, rolling himself on top of the smaller boy.

Ryou couldn't answer as the demon lowered his face close to his own, his breath hitching softly as lips met his. Brown eyes slid shut on their own accord as a slick tongue made quick access into his mouth, coaxing the other to come out and play. Wrapping slim arms around the demons chest, Ryou started at the others shoulder blades, his fingers gently caressing the base of the demon's wings. The angel found himself moaning into the others mouth, his hands slipping further down the smooth body and onto his lower back, faintly noticing that the blanket that covered them both had slipped low on their bodies.

No thoughts crossed Ryou's mind as he gently began to suck on the demons tongue, pulling a small groan of approval from deep within his throat. Bakura pulled away after a moment, flipping their bodies around. Ryou found himself straddling the demon's lower stomach, feeling a light blush spreading over his cheeks. Black feathers slipped over white and wrapped around him, pushing the angel down against the demon's pale chest.

There was no hesitation as the angel and demon engaged in another kiss, stronger arms wrapping around the smaller body, holding him close. Ryou shivered, as Bakura seemed to change his mind and roll back on top of him, the intensity level of the kisses rising.

He winced at a sharp pain that suddenly coursed his body, making him gasp softly and turn his head slightly, breaking away.

That was weird…

Bakura moved down to ravish his neck now that he had opened that opportunity, his teeth gently grazing and nipping at the pale flesh. Ryou's eyes had closed again, his silver brows twitching and furrowing slightly as smaller jolts of pain roamed up his spine again.

What… what was hurting him?

Ryou suddenly found his mouth opening and words coming forth, his eyes keeping themselves closed as he listened to his own voice.

"Bakura, please, you're hurting me… get off."

The body on top shifted against him and his voice moaned, words following with his same plea: "You're hurting me, stop."

Ryou heard himself cry out, chocolate eyes snapping open with a gasp.

The demon that he had just seen atop him, just felt against his body… was sleeping quietly by his side.

The angel could feel his heart speeding within his chest, as well as a dull throbbing sensation in the base of his spine. When he tried to shift his body, the pain he had felt in his dream became a reality, making him place a hand against the small of his back and gently rub his fingers back and forth.

So… that was all just…

A dream?

A portal into his consciousness… to what he truly felt inside.

His eyes watched the sleeping demon's face, only a few inches from his own. He didn't look like the malicious, calculating demon he saw when he was awake, but more so at peace.

More or less, really.

Did he really care for this creature… this male, this demon… who had just about raped him the night before? There was no hesitation to act with the other in his dream…

To be completely honest with himself… he was thoroughly confused.

But he never got the chance to figure his thoughts out.

An arm slipped around his side, the dream he had been having only minutes ago flashing before his eyes. A light groan was ushered from the demon as his body stretched, black wings flexing against the mattress before resting flat again. Bakura yawned widely; fangs bore to Ryou's view, before cracking mahogany eyes open.

Bakura grumbled something under his breath, tired orbs looking at the angel and narrowing slightly. His voice was thick with sleep as he spoke, "Fuck… what the hell'er you staring at…look like your about'a have a heart attack'er somethin'…"

Ryou was silent, willing his heartbeat to slow to normal. He could feel his body trembling slightly under the black shirt he still wore and hoped the demon couldn't feel it. Bakura removed his arm from his side and pushed himself up onto his forearms, slowly progressing up onto his knees.

"Nnn, shit…" Bakura muttered the rest incoherently as he sat up, stretching his arms upwards, before curling them behind his head. His wings spread with a snap of air, back arching forward. Hearing his bones crack and pop as he moved, a string of mumbled curses fell from curled lips.

"Are you always so vulgar in the morning…"

Glaring down at the angel below him, Bakura noticed that he wasn't even looking up at him, no less looking at anything. He had his eyes closed, which the demon found a little odd… but said nothing about it.

"You're going to learn quickly that I'm not one of those people who does the whole…" He settled his wings against his back as he paused, "'Morning' thing."

Bringing his arms down, the demon saw something glow out of the corner of his eye, looking back down at the angel.

The blanket had shifted down Ryou's body to his stomach, allowing the strip of blue light down his back to be visible. Bakura smirked, watching as the angel's brows twitched slightly, his head partially buried in the pillows.

Leaning down, Bakura ran his tongue against the boy's cheek, chuckling darkly as he flinched and tried to move his head away.

"Hurt you that bad, did I?" He smirked again, deciding to see just how far he could push the angel. "You seemed to enjoy it."

He seemed to have struck a nerve. Ryou immediately sat up, a small grimace of pain etched across his angelic features, the blue glow gone.

"I don't need you to tell me what I seemed to enjoy and what I didn't seem to enjoy." His voice was soft, but hard, eyes glaring at the back of the demon, who had slid off the side of the bed and was pulling his pants from the previous day on. "You cannot make such accusations about me."

Bakura's eyes narrowed and flashed red, his temper flaring dangerously as he tugged the last belt into place.

"I can make any fucking accusation I want!" The demon was suddenly on top of Ryou, one hand gripping the angel's throat. "Perhaps you've forgotten the little fact that I own you now, kid." He hissed. "So I'd watch that little tongue of yours if I were you, unless you want to find it missing the next time you return to consciousness. I am the one in charge of your life now and it doesn't matter what you think about it. Do you comprehend this?"

Ryou stared up at the male who still held his throat. He had made no attempt to remove it, knowing that it would accomplish nothing in the end. He could feel his throat beginning to constrict with the emotions that were being conjured up from the thought of the demon owning him for the rest of eternity.

No… this demon would not see him ache.

Growing tired and irritated by the angel's silence, Bakura shook his head, cursing.

"Shit, I can't deal with this first thing in the morning…" He glanced at the sunlight streaming in through the open window. "Afternoon, whatever."

Glancing back down, Bakura devised his goal for the day as he looked over the younger boy's face.

"I need information and I can't have you wandering around. Fuck only knows you'll get hurt…" He murmured, mainly to himself. Smirking, he stole a forceful kiss from Ryou. After pulling back slightly, he lifted his hand from the pale throat and cupped his cheek, whispering, "Dormi."

Ryou's head twitched sharply when the word was spoken, his eyes half – lidding themselves. He knew this feeling… only, this time, it was coming on quicker.

"No, don't…" His voice was faint already – no! Argh, he felt like swearing in frustration… instead, he managed, "I hate you…" before everything darkened to nothing.

Bakura sat up on his knees, covering the sleeping boy with the blanket. Now that the angel was out, he had a few hours to find whom he needed and get his answers.

Crawling off the bed again, the demon picked his shirt up from off the floor and pulling it back on. Striding over to the overly large window, he stepped up onto the ledge and, casting one last glance back at the unconscious angel, jumped from platform.

Stepping down onto the deserted city street, Bakura folded his wings, moving quickly towards a building that looked as though it had definitely seen better days. Wasting no time, the white – haired male kicked the wooden door open, making it slam into the wall and creak on its hinges.

Taking a few steps into the dim entryway, he looked around at the dust – covered furniture. It reminded him of a hotel lobby of some sort. Turning his head slightly, he walked past the main desk and into the back room. Through the thick stench of dust and a city in decay, Bakura could smell the bodies hidden under the building.

Walking over to another door in the back corner of the room, Bakura grabbed at its handle, finding it locked. Cursing to himself, he kicked at the handle, snapping it off cleanly and successfully opening the wooden blockade. Muttering more curses, he started down the spiraling staircase, following the extremely faint rhythmic thumping coming from underneath his feet.

Finally reaching the base, Bakura stepped across the carpeted floor, watching the large black curtain that hung in front of him. He could see light coming from underneath, as well as the deafeningly loud music blasting and talking from the other side.

"Nice camouflage, dumbasses…" He muttered, pulling the material back.

Looking around, sharp eyes scanned the crowd of demons in front of him. They were everywhere, to say the least, low and high class. Scowling as he saw a good deal of females noticing him, he moved forward into the crowd, pushing his way through anyone who hadn't already created a path.

Making his way over to the bar area of what he assumed was a club; Bakura spotted one of the two he was looking for. Slamming his fist down on the table, the demon in front of him turned around, blonde bangs shifting over dark violet eyes.

"Bakura!" Marik grinned; throwing the small towel he had in his hands over one shoulder. "What the hell are you doing here? How'd you find it?"

Ignoring the questions, he asked, "Where's Malik."

Marik looked past the others shoulders, scanning the crowd, before looking back at Bakura. "Maybe he's in the back, lemmie check."

Disappearing into the doorway a few feet away, the elder blonde quickly returned with the younger.

Stepping up to the counter, Malik gave the white – haired male a questioning gaze. "How'd you find this place?"

Bakura, again, ignored the question; "I need to talk with you in private." He saw the hesitation in the light violet eyes, "Now."

Nodding, Malik came around the bar and motioned for Bakura to follow him. Maneuvering through the demons, Malik took a key from the pocket of the baggy tan pants he wore, unlocking one of the back rooms.

As soon as the door was closed, Bakura pulled the two golden rings from the clip on one of his belts. Holding them up, he stated, "I want you to tell me what these are, what they're for, and how they work. I know you have information on the angel I caught as well. I want to know it all."