Chapter 2 – Something to Cry About

"Ugh" Ryuo coughed. More blood filled spit fell onto his shirt as he tried to move into a more secure position; to no avail unfortunately. His ribs where to battered and bruised for him to stand moving his body around much. He heard Bakura's footsteps coming back up the stairs and down the hallway before pausing in front of his room. Ryuo tried his best to remain silent, holding back his tears, trying to control his wheezing breathe. Bakura opened the door.

Bakura's POV

There he lay. Half curled on his bed, arms wrapped around his chest, panting desperately. I could hear his whimpering. For reasons unknown even to myself, I decided not to continue with his beating for the time. Instead I stood silent at the doorway.

"Get downstairs now and make me something to fucking eat already."

He lifted his head and glanced at me with a confused expression; tears dripping from his eyes, blood from his mouth.

"You heard me."

Then I turned and headed back downstairs towards the living room.

Ryuo's POV

After Bakura left the room I clenched my eyes shut for a moment and tried my hardest to calm myself.

'Why did Bakura act that way?'

He had just stood at the doorway with an expressionless look on his face and told him to make something to eat. No screams or hits or sexual assaults.

Normal

Ryuo slowly raised himself from the bed and also began his dissent downstairs. After he had finished cooking Bakura's dinner of soup and rice, he walked towards Bakura laying casually on the couch in there living space.

"Bakura… it's ready"

Bakura grunted and rolled over slightly. Ryuo, unsure and afraid of what to do, placed his hand underneath Bakura's head and pulled it gently facing towards him.

"Kura…"

Bakura opened one eye to find Ryuo sadly looking down on him.

"What?"

"Your dinner is ready"

In the kitchen, Bakura sat at one end of the table ferociously eating his food; Ryuo sat at the other end watching Bakura. Before Bakura could finish and have time to think of anything else for him to do, Ryuo decided to leave the table and finish his homework back upstairs. Once in his room, Ryuo sat in the dark with only the light of his desk lamp as he figured equations and scribbled answers onto a worksheet. After finishing his meal, Bakura soon found himself bored and still angry. He decided it would serve no justice to let Ryuo go unpunished any longer.

Bakura slammed open Ryuo's door and spotted him at his desk. Ryuo decided to continue with his work as though nothing had happened, hoping by some miracle he would have to same reaction as earlier and not hit him. But to no avail was this thought of his. Bakura walked over to Ryuo and wrapped his arm around his smaller frame. Ryuo quivered from his touch only furthering Bakura's arousal. Bakura then began to violently kiss Ryuo's neck, biting at his shoulders. Ryuo froze in fear, knowing what Bakura was about to do, he began to whimper. Bakura smirked and pulled his hikari from his studies and through him harshly against the bed; he crawled over top of him and stared into Ryuo's large, deep, brown eyes now filled with fear and tears. He violently bit at Ryuo's bottom lip causing him to gasp before Bakura shoved his tong deep into Ryuo's throat. He began ripping his smaller counterpart's shirt from his body and undid his pants. Ryuo was now bawling and gasping for air.

'No, no, please NO.'

"That's right Ryuo, you worthless piece off shit! You are at my disposal!"

Bakura fed on Ryuo's fear and sadness.

He rubbed at Ryuo's hips for a while, drawing out the desperate cries from Ryuo, begging Bakura to stop.

"PLEASE BAKURA, Anything But THIS!"

Bakura grinned menacingly and flipped Ryuo onto his back before completely removing the rest of Ryuo's and his own clothing. Pinning his hands to the bed, Bakura thrust himself inside of his hikari and moaned loudly as Ryuo screamed in pain.

"That's right, keep screaming Ryuo! There is only more pain in store for you!"

With that, Bakura began thrusting harder and faster while Ryuo continued to cry and beg until he had finally finished; pushing his seed deep inside his light. Bakura finally got off of Ryuo as the smaller pulled his legs to his chest and whimpered in pain. Bakura stood watching his other as he wiped himself clean before hitting him over the head one last time and finally leaving Ryuo to himself.

"Worthless, inferior baka. Next time I will show no mercy!"

After Bakura's departure to his own room, Ryuo pulled the covers over his body and cried himself to sleep. Believing in his heart, that there was no hope for him, he could not escape nor learn to cope with his yami.

Sometimes, only death can set us free.

Later on during the night, Bakura abruptly awoke from his sleep in a cold sweet. He had been having another nightmare. He always had the same one, almost every time he fell into a deep enough sleep. For the rest of the night, he lay awake unable to sleep.


Satisfied? Really think you wanted the imagery? Comment please on you opinion; whether I should start leaving more details out or keep it up. Next chapter will probably be the first signs of a character change in Bakura (don't want to leave it to long). I figured one rape seen would be enough. Also still undecided on whether there should be a suicide attempt from Ryuo in some way. I'm leaning towards a no on that because I really don't think it's in Ryuo's nature to just give up that way; although it would add more exciting drama to the plot. Lend me your voiced opinions on this as well. I hope you enjoy the next chapter, I've decided to add a new little twist to the plot and Bakura's behavior.