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-walks in- I am soooooo so SORRY ABOUT ALL OF THIS! >>' I really am. This is so bloody late, and there's not even a lemon... -cries- I had a huuuuge writers block... But to kind of make up for it, It's quite long... and if you read my profile you'll know that something big is going to happen. Really really big. >>'

Bakura snarled at the sleeping figure, sprawled out on his bed, a small smile on his pale features. On his bed! Ryou's own sleeping space was only a few feet away, and he had the cheek to go and sleep in his bed! The lights actions made Bakura's blood boil. Marching across the room, The demon was about to go and wake Ryou from his slumber, when another thought crossed his mind. Kneeling beside the sleeping boy, Bakura placed a hand on Ryou's stomach, applying light pressure.

No.

It was easy to tell if someone's stomach was stuffed with food. And Ryou was. The area just below his ribcage was hard with food. Bakura growled, crimson eyes narrowed in pure rage as he hit Ryou hard across the head. The light cried out as he awoke sharply, opening wide brown eyes to find the demon standing over him, trembling in his rage. His mouth fell open, chocolate orbs widening further in pure fear, backing up on his hands and knees until he hit the wall. Oh no, he's found out I've eaten, oh no, oh no oh no.

"You worthless little slut." Bakura seethed, his teeth gritted in hate and anger. "You fucking ate." Ryou gasped, tears forming in doe-brown eyes wide in fear. "Didn't you?" The light cried out as Bakura grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling up the boy so their noses were less than an inch apart.

"I-I'm s-sorry." Ryou whimpered, shaking like a baby rabbit. "I-I'm s-so-sorry." Bakura snarled angrily, slamming the lights frail figure against the wall. Ryou cried out, quivering in fear as he lowered his gaze to the ground.

"I don't want to hear how fucking sorry you are!" Bakura yelled, his hands now closing around the lights throat. "You never learn, you stupid idiot boy! No matter how hard I try to get things through to you, you just ignore me and keep breaking my rules! Maybe I'm just not punishing you enough!"

"No!" Ryou managed to gasp, despite the cold fingers tightening cruelly around his throat. "You are-" He was cut off sharply by the yami hitting him hard across the face.

"I didn't say you could speak!" He hissed in a cold voice, dripping with venom. "This is exactly what I'm talking about! I'm obviously not, if you keep disobeying me!" Ryou trembled, gasping desperately for breath as the last of his air was cut off. He scrabbled in desperate fear against the yami's grasp, but to no avail. The demon smirked, watching Ryou squirm weakly in his hold with sadistic delight for a few more moments, before he let him go, the teen sobbing and gasping as he slumped into the bed, soft white hair falling over his face.

"Get up." Bakura spat, no remorse, no sympathy in his voice as he kicked Ryou harshly in the side, ignoring the soft cry of pain he emitted. The light struggled weakly to his feet, rubbing at his neck self-consciously. Without warning, Bakura's hand struck like a snake, grasping at a handful of white locks, Ryou crying out in protest as Bakura began to tug him by his long hair, stumbling, losing his footing. When the demon released his hold on him, pushing him roughly into the bathroom so the light fell to his knees, Ryou knew what was happening.

"No!" The light protested, as Bakura gripped his shoulders, dragging him to the toilet. "Y-You c-cant do this!" He protested, struggling against the yami's hold.

"Shut up!" Bakura roared, hitting Ryou hard across the face. "You will not speak out of turn!" Ryou sobbed weakly, shaking his head as he sobbed into his hands. Please, please don't do this to me. The demon wrapped one arm tightly around the lights wait, pinning his arms to his sides. Ryou kept his face turned away, biting his lips together to keep them closed. I will not let him do this to me. Bakura snarled, his free hand grasping Ryou's jaw. "You are going to sit fucking still, or I'll make it even worse for you." Two fingers clamped tightly over his nose. Ryou's eyes widened in shock and fear, his struggling against the enraged yami increasing tenfold. No no no… he can't do this, he can't!

"You're going to have to breathe sometime." Bakura sneered in his cold voice. "Come on, Ryou, you can't keep this up…" The light struggled weakly, eyelids drooping as his grip on the yami's arm slackened. He's right… In the end, Ryou had to draw a breath, Bakura jamming three fingers in his mouth and prising it open further. The light was sobbing, biting down as hard as he could on the yami's fingers, but Bakura resisted, jamming two fingers down Ryou's throat.

The whitenette heaved, Bakura withdrawing his cold pale digits and holding Ryou's head over the porcelain bowl as he threw up, the demon holding his hair back. Sobbing, Ryou weakly squirmed as Bakura dragged him back into his chest by a handful of hair, tears running down his face as he leaned into the yami.

"Now, has the little boy learnt his lesson?" Bakura purred, stroking a lock of white hair. Ryou sobbed weakly, struggling to swallow the burning sensation on his tongue. "Ryou?"

"Yes!" Ryou blurted out tearfully, sobbing between short gasps of breath. "Y-Yes, p-please, stop this…" he whispered pathetically between soft whimpers. Bakura eyes the boy for a moment, before leaning over and peering into the toilet bowl.

"Hmmm." A twisted leer spread across his demonic face. "Oh come on Ryou, I can tell you've eaten more than that." Horror crossed the lights face. "Come here." Ryou didn't even contemplate for a second. Crawling weakly over to the yami, he leaned his forehead against the toilet bowl. I can't fight anymore. "This is what you get for disobeying me." Bakura hissed in his cold, sardonic voice, holding Ryou's head of the toilet bowl. "And we're not stopping until you throw up everything."

Ryou was silent as Bakura entered the lounge, not sparing the light a second class as he headed straight into the kitchen and for a beer. He does that. Ryou thought idly, playing with the sleeve of the overlarge sweatshirt he'd donned. If he ever hurts me really badly, he goes for a beer. And then he gets a bad mood and a headache and I mess up and the whole cycle starts again. Biting his lip, Ryou curled into a tighter ball, coffee coloured eyes staring blankly at a stain on the carpet. Bakura snorted as he flopped beside Ryou, rummaging around for the remote.

"Why are you so quiet, Ryou?" The demon smirked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. "Has someone finally had it drummed into their thick skull that maybe it's better to follow my rules?" Ryou said nothing, his arms wrapped around his knees. "I asked a question." The light winced at the demons harsh words, a soft whimper emitting from his throat.

"I have, I have, I have!" Ryou moaned, closing his eyes tightly. "I have…" Bakura smirked, a long pale finger curling around a silver lock of hair. Ryou bit his lip, burying his head into his knees. "Please, I've learned my lesson, I have. J-Just p-please, don't do that again. Please…"

"Depends." Bakura smiled his cold, mocking smirk. "As long as you follow my rules without complain, then you wouldn't get punished. It's really rather simple, Ryou. Oh, and before I forget, New rule. No more visiting Malik."

"What!" Ryou drew his head from his knees, looking at the demon in wide-eyed disbelief. "Y-You can't do this, you c-can't!" Bakura glared at the light, his crimson eyes narrowing.

"Did you honestly think that I was going to let you go back there after what you did?" Bakura raged, his hands curling into fists. "You broke one of my rules, Ryou! I told you not to eat, even at Maliks'!" He hit Ryou across the face. Hard. "Goddamn it, Ryou!"

The light said nothing, one hand pressed over his cheek as he looked at the ground. Not for the first time, anger began to well in his heart, making his breath quicken and face flush. No, don't rise, Ryou, it's what he wants. Don't snap, don't do anything stupid… Ryou did something stupid. Before he even had a chance to consciously react, he drew his fist, and punched Bakura hard in the nose, with so much force that the demon was slammed into the back of the couch, holding his hands over his nose in disbelief.

"You will not stop me from seeing Malik!" Ryou shouted, standing up with his fists still clenched. "That's too far! He's my best friend and I need to see him, he's the only person I can talk to!" Bakura sat in dumb shock as Ryou towered over him, anger in his face and his hands curled into fists. "I'm not going to submit like this anymore, Bakura!" The yami mouthed wordlessly, wiping at his nose, which was beginning to bleed. What. The. Fuck. I'm going to kill that little brat! Who the hell does he bloody think he is? A snarl crossed his lips as he glared at the light.

"You are dead." Bakura hissed, wiping at his bloodied nose once more before rising to his full height. Being a few inches taller than Ryou really had its advantages. The lights brown eyes widened, automatically taking a step back, but not quick enough as Bakura grabbed a handful of feathery while hair, pulling the light so they met eye to eye. "I'm going to make you regret this." He hissed, baring his sharp canines at the light, who shrank away and whimpered in fear. Oh no, oh no, I didn't want this, oh no, oh no...

"NO!" Ryou screamed, lunging away from the demon and sprinting to the front door, leaving a handful of soft white hair in Bakura's hand. He growled, throwing the strands to the floor and lunging after Ryou, tackling him to the floor. "Get off me!" the teen screamed, struggling uselessly underneath the yami, who sat on his waist, holding his arms to the floor.

"I'm tired of you forgetting your place." Bakura snarled, glaring daggers at the light below him, writhing and squirming in his hold. "Maybe I'm just going to have to teach you the hardest lesson of all." A sadistic smile flashed over his demonic face as he changed his grasp, grabbing Ryou's wrists and pinning them above his head. The lights eyes widened further as Bakura ran his right hand down Ryou's trembling chest, stopping at the top of his jeans.

"N-no." Ryou whispered, struggling uselessly. "Y-You wouldn't." Tears filled his eyes as Bakura began to unbutton his jeans, the light totally powerless against his ministrations. "P-Please Bakura-sama, please."

"Not so rebellious now, are we?" Bakura gloated as he began to expertly slide Ryou's jeans down slip hips, the light bucking and sobbing. "Maybe this time, you wont be so quick to disobey my rule." Ryou closed his eyes, desperately trying to wrench his hands free from the demons grasp.

"I-I wont, I wont." Ryou moaned, arching his back as he fought in frantic fear. "Please Bakura-sama, you've made your point…"

"What point?" The yami smirked, leaning forward so their noses touched, Bakura's tangled white hair spilling over the lights creamy skin streaked with tears. "Isn't this what you want?"

"Wh-what.. N-no!" Ryou half stammered, half sobbed. "I-I n-never-"

"Think about it Ryou." The demon spat, crimson eyes narrowing. "I'm not stupid." The light sniffed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. I did, but not like this, never like this… Bakura kicked off his shoes, biting his lip as Ryou ground his hips into Bakura's, in a futile attempt to escape. A deep growl rumbled in his throat as he rested his body fully on the light, pinning him to the floor totally. Ryou whimpered, struggling to push the demon off of him, but to no avail, Bakura sliding the hem of the teen's sweatshirt up his slender stomach, Ryou shaking his head and crying.

"P-Please!" Ryou moaned, pushing against the demons shoulders with all of his might. "B-Bakura-sama, please…" He whispered, his eyes clenched tightly shut. "Please, I've learned my lesson, I wont do it again, I wont, I-" Ryou cried out was Bakura hit him hard across the face, muscular arms pushing on his shoulders as the demon straddled his waist.

"Shut up." Bakura hissed, taking off his own tee-shirt. "Shut up Ryou!" The demon slammed the light back into the floor as he tried to escape, both hand now holding Ryou's upper arms. "I don't want to fucking hear it!" Ryou whimpered, shaking his head as Bakura's cold hands ran over his chest and to the waistband of his boxers. I have to admit. The demon mentally smirked, sliding the teens' boxers down his thighs. He's bloody good looking and he knows it.

"This is what you get." Bakura hissed, leaning forwards. Ryou closed his eyes, tears trickling down his bruised cheeks. "You're never going to disobey me again, Ryou, I'm sure of it."

"Please." Ryou whimpered, gritting his teeth as the demons cold fingers brushed his thighs. "You know how much this means to me."

"And you know how much your submission is worth," Bakura snarled, his hands now on Ryou's shoulders, pushing him further into the floor.

"I'm not a toy!" Ryou protested angrily through his tears. "I'm a person Bakura, with feelings! Please, just stop. I'll do anything, just please stop." The demon paused, and for a second, Ryou actually thought he would back down, as an emotion that looked as though it was actually resembled something close to humanity passed through his eyes, that Bakura might actually stop. But it passed as quick as it arrived, and the demon snarled at the light, placing a hand over Ryou's mouth to muffle the screams and moans of pain that soon reverberated around the apartment.

"Get up."

Ryou whimpered, barely able to get up onto his hands and knees. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, the light collapsed onto the carpet with a whimper, fresh blood trickling down stained thighs.

"Get up Ryou!" Bakura spat, delivering a harsh kick to the lights side, his foot smashing into exposed ribs. Ryou cried out, pressing a hand to his bruised ribcage, a sob spilling from his lips. "bloody ­hell."

"I-I c-can't." Ryou managed to stammer between his pain-wracked sobs. "I-It h-hurts too m-much.." Bakura snorted, crouching down to grab one of Ryou's arms. Despite the lights soft cry of pain and protest, the demon hauled him to his feet.

"There." Bakura snarled, pushing Ryou in the direction of the room. "Now get out of my sight." The light took one step, and then collapsed with a scream, a fresh wave of pain flaming up from his backside. He fell to the bloodstained carpet on his knees, sobbing and shaking. "Pathetic." Bakura hissed, straightening his wrinkled clothes with a sneer. "That's all you are, Ryou, A pathetic loser." The light closed his eyes, whimpering at the bout of verbal abuse. "I don't even want to look at you right now." Ryou bit his lip, slender fingers curling into fists.

"And I don't want you around." He whispered, pushing himself up on his elbows so he wouldn't have to lie facedown in the bloody carpet. "How could you do this to me?" Ryou received no answer, save for the angry slamming of the door that shook the thin walls. "How could you do this?" The light whispered again, struggling for a long time to pull himself up onto his knees, wincing as blood continued to trickle down his thighs. This was really the most painful, humiliating, and demeaning thing Bakura had ever put him through. Ryou felt so filthy and degraded from what Bakura had done, and was still in so much agony. After a few more minutes, he managed to prop himself up on his knees, with the help of a small side table, sobbing in pain with the effort.

"I hate you." The lights voice wobbled and broke, leaning heavily on the table. He clenched his teeth, arching his back as a fresh wave of pain ran up his back. Whimpering, Ryou replaced most of his weight on his arms. "I hate hate hate you!" His voice rose, trembling hands clenching into fists. He felt so strangely betrayed in a sense. This hurt more in his heart than his back and legs. It was like his vital organ was ripping in two. No matter how much abuse and pain his yami had put him through, Ryou had never imagined that he could go this far. Not so far as to rape him, take away his virginity, the only thing Ryou really had that mattered. Biting his lip, Ryou heaved himself onto his legs, wincing, but managing to keep his feet. First things first, he had to shower and clean himself off- if he could.

Bakura arrived home hours later, staggering slightly in his drunken state. After the euphoria of finally breaking Ryou had worn off, Bakura had been left with a hollow, empty feeling inside. He had raped him, hurt him so badly that Ryou would probably never be the same again.

He'd destroyed any possible feelings of love Ryou may have still had.

It was a huge blow for Bakura when it finally occurred to him. After all, it was Ryou's pure adoration for him that made him cook the lovely Sunday dinners, clean up after him, obey most of his commands. It wasn't the abuse that made Ryou so loyal, it was the love. And now he didn't love him. He couldn't, unless Ryou was a complete idiot. And he was far too smart for that.

Leaning on the doorframe, Bakura nibbled on his lower lip as he gazed at the small sleeping form of the light. Cuddled tightly in his nest of blankets, all that the demon could see was the top of his snowy head. A grin spread across his face as he stumbled lopsidedly over to the bundle, giggling as he collapsed on his knees beside the light, who awoke with a start from the thump beside him.

"Wh-What… Yami?" Ryou squeaked in fear, trembling as he lifted his head from the blanket. "Wh-what d-do you w-want?" He whimpered, raising the duvet to his chin, terrified. Bakura snorted, beginning to run a hand through the lights silky hair.

"You're really pretty, you know." The demon smiled, twirling a lock of Ryou's hair around one finger. "Really, really pretty." The light was shaking in fear, burying his head as deep into his protective nest as he could.

"P-Please leave me a-alone." Ryou sobbed, clenching his eyes shut. "P-Please." Bakura grinned, leaning over to look the light in the eye. "B-Bakura…"

"You're so fucking pretty." Bakura sighed, a grin spreading over his face as he cupped the lights round face in his hands, a smile Ryou didn't like.

"Y-You're drunk." Ryou's eyes widened in recognition and fear. "G-Get o-off me Bakura, p-please." The demon smiled, shaking his head from side so side, white locks brushing the lights tear-stained face. "P-Please, y-you've d-done enough…" He whimpered, fingers twisting into his sheets. He was really, really afraid.

"You're mine." There was a twisted leer on the demons face as he ran a thumb idly over Ryou's plush lips. "All mine. My pretty little Ryou. I'm so lucky, aren't I?"

"G-get off me!" Ryou's breath quickened in fear. "B-Bakura-sama, please, y-you've had your fun, please let m-me go." The lights plea went unheeded, however, as Bakura began running a slim finger over his prominent cheekbones.

"You're all mine." Bakura grinned indulgently. "It was my plan all along, did you know? There's not a bad brain in that pretty little head of yours, you know." He continued, a cold fire in his crimson eyes. "But you weren't smart enough to beat me, were you? Silly little boy, I'm always going to win. I'm the king, and you're only a pathetic little pawn. But you're not going to fight anymore, are you?" Ryou was trembling as Bakura continued to talk in this vein. "Such a pretty little boy, it was a real pity… But I've wanted to for so long, you know." He purred, now talking to himself. "Especially when I was lying. I wanted to take you so badly. I should have, shouldn't I? Then you would have given yourself freely, and it would have been a lot more fun. Not that it wasn't fun." Tears were trickling down Ryou's face as he listened to the demons drunken ramblings. "Oh, it was such fun. So much blood, wasn't there? You were so fucking tight Ryou, it surprised me." His sadistic smile grew as he relived the episode in his head. "I tried to make it enjoyable for you to, but you're so stubborn, aren't you?" Bakura mock-sighed, rolling over so he lay on the floor beside Ryou, the teen burying himself under the blankets once more, shaking and sobbing.

"I love you." Bakura murmured, his face pressed into the floor, muffling his words. Ryou froze, tentatively lifting his head from the nest of blankets. What? No. It wasn't. It couldn't have been. He obviously said something else and it came out distorted. Besides, Bakura was roaring drunk, you couldn't trust anything he said. (He tried to ignore the fact that it was easier to get the truth out of an intoxicated yami than a sober one.) Biting his lip, Ryou cast a nervous eye over to the yami, who was now blissfully asleep, sprawled across the carpet a foot away from him, snoring loudly. Burrowing back into the safe warmth of his blankets, The whitenette sniffed, trying to stem the tears that were forming in his eyes. No, he'd done too much crying. Less than a month ago, Ryou would have never cried. But that was before the Lie. The stupid lie that he had forced himself to believe because he was so bloody needy!

Although Ryou's exhausted body was in agony and screaming for sleep, the teen just wasn't ready for slumber. His mind was whirling, and above all the rage, the injustice and pain, there was grief. Ryou was mourning for his lost innocence inside, knowing that he had lost something that night that he would never get again.

"I don't love you anymore." It seemed to empower him, to hear those five words tumble from bruised lips in the prescience of his darkness, even if he was unconscious. Letting out a long breath, Ryou closed his eyes, relaxing his body into the soft, warm nest of blankets and pillows. Who needed a bed, anyway? The pain still burned between his legs however, increasing tenfold whenever he moved his legs. And although Ryou became mentally exhausted after a few hours, it was this constant agony that kept him awake, until the pale fingers of dawn began to infiltrate the dark, cold night.

R&R folks?