Look. An update. Wooooooo

Two more chapters after this. Thank GOD. Then I'll be starting a new one. Don't worry about Control II, it's coming (Verrrryyyyy slowly) XD I've got it all worked out... Sorta.

Yeah, the rape wasn't the climax. What do you take me for? XD

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I'm sleepy. And this was a long AN

The next two weeks passed almost harmoniously in the Bakura household. Although Bakura knew of Ryou's secret love, the boy had never come and said it outright, and ever since Ryou had actually spoken his internal desire, he had the tendency of acting almost embarrassed around Bakura. Ryou liked to think that there was something different about Bakura, and it was confirmed a week and a half since the ordeal, when Ryou had woken up screaming, in a nightmare that relived what had happened. Bakura had gently rubbed Ryou's back until he went to sleep, and then grabbed his pillow and blanket, and spent the night sleeping on the floor, holding Ryou's hand. That surprised Ryou, the fact that Bakura was willing to lower himself to sleep on the floor, to keep Ryou calm. Bakura's strange behaviour confused the young teenager, particularly because neither of them ever discussed Ryou's confession that he was in love with Bakura. But the yami's almost sweet disposition led Ryou to think that maybe, just maybe, Bakura did care, and that all of this wasn't just pity that Ryou had been raped before giving Bakura –or at least offering- his virginity. Ryou honestly didn't know.

The young teenager was thinking this over as he absentmindedly ran a washcloth over the smooth wooden bar at work. Kiyoshi was away, so Ryou was run almost off of his feet, but didn't mind. After all, that meant he didn't have to think about Bakura, who was really doing his head in.

Ryou was amazed at his confidence, really. He'd actually worked up the nerve to come back here, despite Bakura's grumbling. There was no way around it- He was short on funds. Kiyoshi was guilt ridden about what had happened, and promised Ryou that nothing like that was ever going to happen again in the future, and the boy agreed. He was given new shorts though, to replace the ones he once had. Not denim this time, either. Leather. Tight black leather that still ended half an inch above the beginning of his rear. Ryou grumbled, couldn't help but smile as he remembered the look on Bakura's face when he first saw Ryou in his 'uniform'.

"Hey." Ryou blinked, snapped back into attention. "Can I have another beer, Ryou kid?" The light inwardly shuddered, but nodded.

"H-Here you go, Mr. Sadahiro." Ryou said respectfully to his employer. Sadahiro often liked to come into the bar and have a drink, watch out for his employees, and sometimes go off and have a quiet chat with Kiyoshi, who always came back looking miserable.

"You seem quiet." The man commented, surveying Ryou with hazel eyes, the same as Kiyoshi. The boy marveled at how he didn't notice before. "Kiyoshi told me about what had happened a couple of weeks ago." He continued, taking a sip of his beer. "I'm sorry it had to happen." Ryou looked away. "Did you really break your nose? Look at me." Ryou obeyed, staring the man, who was tall like Kiyoshi, but more solid, with powerful-looking hands that seemed as though they could snap Ryou in half. "Wow. Did ya get it set or something?"

"Y-Yeah." Ryou looked down. "I took it off last night." He flashed a small, bitter smile. "Got to look good for the customers, don't you?" Sadahiro chuckled into his beer.

"You've got the right attitude, Ryou." He was staring at Ryou now. Really staring at him. The boy opened his mouth, and made to say something, when he was interrupted by a voice from further down the wooden counter.

"Hey kid! You. Margarita. Now. Got it?"

"Bakura, are you all right?" Malik asked in concern as he closed the door behind him, staring at Bakura as he slouched into the lounge. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing much." Bakura muttered, and rubbed at his eyes. "I- what are you wearing?" The yami narrowed his eyes at Maliks' tight leather pants and mesh tank top. Malik swallowed.

"Well, for you. You said you wanted me to come over, so…"

"Malik, you idiot, I don't want to have sex with you." The Egyptian blinked, and a relieved smile broke across his face.

"R-Really?" The teenager tilted his head to one side. "Then… Why did you want me to come over?"

"I wanted to talk." Bakura muttered, looking down at his hands. "Sit." Malik sat down, confused. "What? Has no one ever wanted to just talk to you before, Malik?"

"Well, not really." The Egyptian boy admitted, daring to relax into the leather couch. "Marik only wants to sleep with me, Ryou's too scared of everything to string two words together, and Isis is going through this phase when the only time she talks to me, it's to do something. Clean my room, do the dishes, take out the trash, I mean, for gods' sake, It's like I was put on this earth to chores or something. And now, she's hassling me about going to school. I learned enough in that damned tomb, didn't I? I told her that I was attending the university of life, and Gods, did she go ballistic…" Bakura chuckled. Malik ceased, and blushed slightly. "I'm rambling, aren't I?" The yami chuckled still, and nodded. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." Bakura sighed, putting his feet up on the coffee table. "I need to relax and unwind a bit more. These past two-and-a-half weeks have been crazy like you wouldn't believe…" Malik blinked.

"What's been going on?" He inquired. "I wondered what the loss of contact was all about. Is everything all right?" Bakura swallowed, and shook his head.

"Everything isn't all right. It's as wrong as it all could be." The yami admitted. "Just the night after you left, when Ryou was walking home from work… He was raped Malik." The Egyptian froze, and raised a hand to his mouth. Tears swam in his lavender eyes.

"But… No!" Malik was in shock. "Not Ryou… Who would do that to him?" Bakura scowled.

"A sick pervert would." He muttered. "Think about it Malik. A young boy, as good looking as Ryou in that damn uniform he has to wear… He would have been less tempting if he stood on a street corner and had a sign." Bakura sighed.

"But…" Malik was almost speechless. "Ryou was saving himself for you… Oh, he must be petrified… He's not at work, is he?" Bakura nodded heavily, closing his eyes. A moment later, he opened on eye as he fully absorbed what Malik had said. Wait…

"What do you mean." Bakura sat up, and surveyed the young Egyptian. "How did you know Ryou was saving himself for me?" Malik raised a sandy eyebrow.

"He told me, Bakura." Malik whispered. "Before Marik banned be from seeing him, and I sort of… changed… We used to be pretty close." He sighed. "I thought it was so sweet and romantic…. But now…"

"Now it's all ruined." Bakura muttered, running a hand through his hair. "He's lost it, and he's never going to get it back." Malik sighed in sympathy.

"So... How did you react?" The teenager asked, surveying Bakura with thoughtful lavender eyes. "Please tell me you didn't hurt him more." Bakura shook his head.

"I actually took care of him, as best as I could." The yami chewed on his lower lip. "I mean, he had to go to the doctor to fix his broken nose, and there was one counseling session –but that turned into a total disaster- but apart from that, I've been doing my best to help him get over it and move on… I have to be nice to him right now. It's not that I don't care, because a part of me does, but he's so emotionally unstable that one wrong move would push him into the deep end." Bakura sighed. Malik narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"What, so the second that he's back to normal, you're going to treat him like crap again?" Bakura blinked, and shrugged.

"I don't know. I mean, everything's going to be changed forever. I don't deny that, but I don't know how much to change it. I mean, it's hard to just go back to normal after he's gone through something like that, but I… I don't know. I'll just have to see how everything pans out." Malik bit his lip thoughtfully.

"Ryou's been through a huge trauma, and he's had to rely completely on you. In return, you've had so much social contact with him, and you've forced yourself to be nice to him for so long, because you don't want to damage him further. You're treating him so well, because it's giving you a chance to express how you feel for Ryou, but you're scared that it's going to be taken away, and you'll never admit to yourself or to him how you feel." Bakura's eyes were wide in shock.

"What do you mean?" The yami asked in suspicion. Malik only rolled his lilac eyes.

"Come on, Bakura. I know you're in love with Ryou. It's blindingly obvious. When are you going to cut the crap and just tell him that you love him? Don't you understand, this is your chance? You have to do it now, before it just fades back to the old cycle. Admit you love him, Bakura. It's only three words, and it will be the smartest thing you'll ever do. Think about how happy you would be."

"I don't love him." Bakura muttered angrily, staring at the floor. "He's a selfish little brat." Malik raised an eyebrow.

"Ryou isn't selfish." He contradicted. "If he was, he wouldn't wait on you hand and foot. He wouldn't listen to you. Bakura, that kid is the most selfless kid I've ever met." Bakura wrinkled his nose.

"Well…" He cast his mind around. "He's whiny. And clingy. Don't tell me that isn't irritating." Malik sighed, rolling his eyes.

"And you're stubborn and arrogant." He retorted. "Come on Bakura, just admit that you have feelings for Ryou and get it over with."

"Well…" Bakura looked down. "He is hot." He finally admitted grudgingly. "And he's really sweet. And… Yeah, I suppose it was quite nice, looking after him like that- But I don't love him!" He said, glaring at Malik, who smiled.

"Bakura…" He sighed. "You better… You better watch what you do though. Think about it. Acting like that around Ryou… He's in love with you. How do you think all of this intimacy is making him feel?" Bakura froze. Shit. He'd never thought of that. "You've probably given him the impression that you feel something for him." Bakura bit his lip.

"I never thought of that." He said quietly, after a few moments of deep thought. "But this is Ryou we're talking about. He's the most naïve person I've ever met. You don't think he could have taken it the wrong way?" He looked slightly hopeful. Malik raised an eyebrow.

"In all honesty? Ryou probably thinks you're in love with him." Bakura made a strangled noise in his throat. "Kidding! Kidding!" He held up his hands. The yami only shot Malik a look, and then rolled his eyes. "Scared you though." He grinned. "See? You must feel something if you're going to react like that." Malik sighed. "No? Just admit it to yourself Bakura. You love him. If you do, then you'll go down there right now and drag him out of that bar and make sure he never goes back."

Bakura didn't know what to say.

Ryou was going around the tables, serving drinks when Bakura arrived. He stood on the threshold of the bar, staring around before his eyes settled on Ryou. His insides seemed to fill up with a strange, fuzzy feeling. Bakura didn't know what it was, but he really liked it. And then, a cold clammy wash of fear crashed over him. Calm down. Bakura told himself. Ryou loves you more than anyone in the world. He was going to give you the most precious thing he had to offer. He's not going to say no. Just do it. Taking a deep breath, Bakura squared his shoulders, and marched into the bar. He stalked straight over to Ryou, who sucked in a deep breath.

"B-Bakura." Ryou gasped, and a smile broke across his face. "Wh-What are you doing here?" Wordlessly, Bakura grabbed the metal tray in Ryou's hands and threw it to the floor. Glass shattered, and alcoholic liquid pooled on the floor, but Bakura ignored it. "Wh-What?" Before Ryou could utter another word from those perfect, pale lips, Bakura grabbed at his wrist, and marched abruptly towards the entrance of the bar, weaving through tables and men. "Bakura!" Ryou cried out, and then shivered as he were both in the night air. Bakura continued to pull Ryou down the street, until Ryou yanked his wrist free, and stood staring at the yami. "Bakura, what on earth has gotten into you?" He asked, his hands on his hips. Bakura sighed. It had taken over an hour of coaching and convincing from Malik, but here he was. "Bakura?" Still without uttering a word, Bakura pushed Ryou up against the wall, and placed two hands on either side of the boys' face, staring into confused chocolate orbs. "What are you doing?" He asked, still confused. Bakura took a deep breath, leaned in, and kissed Ryou flush on the lips.

Ryou's eyes widened, and his body went temporarily numb with shock as Bakura kissed him. The yami tilted his head slightly to improve his access, and began running his tongue over Ryou's bottom lip. The whitenette moaned into Bakura's mouth, his knees weakening. The elder male grabbed Ryou's hips before he fell however, and wrapped his arms around Ryou's waist. He was numb under Bakura's hold, but managed to command his arms to move. They linked around the yami's neck, one hand fisting in Bakura's wild hair. The yami groaned softly, the urge to slide his hands down Ryou's boxers increasing. But no. He wasn't going to rush things. Not now, not yet. This felt so good! Having a practically semi-naked little Ryou in front of him, kissing those warm sweet lips he only dreamed of… This was heaven. It had to be.

"I love you." Bakura softly whispered the words as he broke apart from the young teenager. Ryou's eyes widened, and his mouth fell open, before a side grin spread across his face. Oh my god he loves me he loves me he really really loves me! Oh God… "Come on." Bakura said roughly, grabbing Ryou's hand and starting to march away from the sleazy bar. "We're going. And you're not coming back." Ryou smiled, and opened his mouth to respond, when a slick, oiled voice, harsh and grating in his anger, made his heart stop.

"You're not going anywhere." Both of the whitenette spun around, to find Sadahiro standing around ten feet away from them, brandishing a hand gun. Bakura's eyes widened, and Ryou screamed. The yami instinctively swung Ryou behind him, and he narrowed his mahogany-crimson eyes. Automatically, his right hand fell to his waist, where he kept a sheathed knife. "Don't even think about it." Sadahiro snarled. "I don't know who you are punk, but if you think I'm letting you take my best boy away from me then you've got another thing coming." Ryou whimpered, cowering behind Bakura, his human shield.

"He's mine." Bakura seethed. "And he is going with me, whether you like it or not. And there's nothing you can do about it." Sadahiro's eyes narrowed in anger, and he aimed the gun right at Bakura, and fired.

Ryou screamed. Bakura let out a choked gasp and doubled over, clutching his stomach. Fuck. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit. He gritted his teeth to keep from screaming from the pain that tore through his stomach. Ryou ran around to the front of Bakura, and knelt down in front of the yami.

"Bakura!" Ryou screamed tearfully, his heart pounding. He lifted Bakura's hands away from his stomach, and almost threw up at the blood that quickly soaked his shirt. "Oh no oh no oh no…" Tears were trickling down his face. Bakura looked up, and his pain-fogged eyes widened. He opened his mouth, but was too late. Before the yami could react, Sadahiro had a firm hold on one of Ryou's arms, and had dragged him into a standing position with his arm flung about his chest, Ryou's skinny arms pinned to his sides. "Let me go!" Ryou screamed, struggling uselessly. Bakura shakily stood up, a look of pure venom on his face as he held two hands over his stomach. Ryou was sobbing as the gun was pressed against his temple, and Sadahiro grinned.

"Let him go." Bakura hissed angrily, ignoring the agonizing bullet in his stomach as he stared at Sadahiro. "Now."

"Or what?" The man dug the barrel of the run harder into Ryou's temple, earning a fresh sob from the young teen. Bakura stood motionless. "Exactly what I thought." Just before Ryou thought he might faint, the gun was removed from his temple, and Sadahiro placed it back in his pocket. Still on his guard, and still doubled over in pain, Bakura stood motionless as Sadahiro extracted something else from a pocket in his jacket. A syringe. The yami's eyes widened, and he made to run towards the young boy. Sadahiro growled, and in one form movement, kicked Bakura hard in the stomach, right on his bullet wound. The spirit cried out as he stumbled and hit the pavement hard, unable to move, blood trickling through his fingers. Ryou was frozen in fear, but as soon as he saw the needle heading towards his skin, pale and shivering in the late night air, he started to struggle desperately. It was in vain however, and Bakura, struggling and failing to even sit up, could only watch as the yellowish liquid was injected into Ryou's veins. The boy screamed in desperation, and tried stomping on Sadahiro's feet with his platform boots, but before he could land a proper blow, his vision started blurring. Bakura's desperate cries were sounding farther and farther away, and everything was starting to feel numb…

Ryou collapsed, limp in Sadahiro's arms as everything went black.

Ryou groaned, his mind slowly lifting from the heavy haze of unconsciousness. What happened? The whitenette slowly opened dark mocha orbs, confused. It was very cold. His teeth chattered he lifted his head, and made to brush his hair out of his eyes. That was when he realized that he couldn't. Ryou's eyes widened, and he instantly jerked awake at the sight of the thick ropes binding his wrists together. The memories of last night came crashing back to him. He was at the bar and Bakura came to get him and they kissed… Oh God, they kissed… And then Sadahiro had ran out and got angry… Bakura tried to take Ryou away and he got shot…

Oh God.

Bakura!

Ryou jerked up, and made to leap off of the creaky mattress, his heart seizing in fear. Before he could move however, the whitenette was jerked cruelly by the wrists, making him cry out in pain. What on earth… Ryou stared in shock at the thick rope that bound his hands to the hot water heater against the wall. Looking around, the boy finally managed to take note of his surroundings. He was in a small room, looking like it was made completely of concrete. There were no windows, but two doors. One was firmly locked, and the other, on the opposite wall, was ajar, revealing a filthy toilet. Ryou was on a single bed with no blankets or legs, the mattress torn and stained. The room was empty, apart from a battered table in one corner, a backless chair, and a rusty, leaking sink. What on earth is going on? Wh-Where am I?

"H-Hello?" Ryou called out. The room was silent, except for the occasional drip of water from the sink. The teenager shivered, drawing his knees to his chest, shivering from cold and fear. What happened after Bakura was shot? Ryou was vaguely aware of Sadahiro holding his arms, and he tried to struggle, but there was a prick in his arms and he passed out… I was drugged... He realized. Oh God. Where am I? "Hello?" Ryou called out louder, his voice shaking. "Please? Is anyone there?" The whitenette blinked back tears. "Help!" He screamed, tugging at the thick ropes at his wrists. "Please, someone help me!" Tears started to streak Ryou's face as he called out desperately, his heart pounding in fear. "Sadahiro! What are you doing! Where am I?" The whitenette bowed his head, starting to sob. No one was here. He was completely alone. Please... Some one... Ryou buried his head in his knees, sobbing. He tried to make himself as small as possible, both for warmth and security.

It was a long time to Ryou, who had no clock or watch, until he heard footsteps. His sobs abruptly stopped, and he froze. Who is it? Ryou stared at the closed door as he heard someone fiddle with the lock. After what seemed like an eternity, the metal door swung open, revealing-

"Kiyoshi!" Ryou's face broke into a small, relieved smile. "Oh thank God you're here… Sadahiro knocked me out and I woke up here and I was so scared…" His voice died in his throat as he stared at the man, who closed the door almost silently behind him, keeping hazel eyes downcast. "Kiyoshi?" Ryou's voice started to tremble. "Wh-What's going on? Can you please undo these ropes? I-I want go home…"

"No." Kiyoshi sighed, sinking onto the mattress beside Ryou, who stared at the brunette in confusion.

"N-No? Why not? Isn't it Sadahiro? Do you know why I'm here?" Kiyoshi looked away at the question. Ryou frowned. Why is he so upset? What's wrong? "K-Kiyoshi?"

"I-It is Sadahiro." The man finally whispered, near tears. "Ryou, I'm so sorry…" The whitenette bit his lip, eyes widening.

"K-Kiyoshi." He finally managed to stutter. "Where am I, and what's going to happen to me?" Kiyoshi still looked away, his shoulders starting to shake. Ryou bit his lip. "P-Please…"

"You're in a basement underneath a warehouse." Kiyoshi whispered. "S-Sadahiro has you here because… Because…" He swallowed. "I-I never wanted this to happen to you, Ryou. I begged for him to let you go, and I wish to God I'd never invited you in, but I never thought he would do this to you-"

"What's going to happen to me?" Ryou asked again, his eyes widening and chin trembling. "Why didn't he want me to leave, and why did he shoot Bakura?" Kiyoshi swallowed, running a hand through his longish hair.

"S-Sadahiro… The bar he runs is just a fake." Ryou frowned. "He makes a lot of money, but it isn't his main source of income. It's a mask, for his real career, and a main way of getting…" Kiyoshi pressed his lips together. "Ryou… Do you know what h-human trafficking is?"

"Trafficking? I-it's… Oh God." Ryou whimpered, fear flooding his insides further. "No… No no no no…" He started to cry. "No…" The whitenette was sobbing. He can't... He won't... Is he going to sell me? He can't do this! "H-He c-can't…" Ryou sobbed, bowing his head. He felt numb. There was no way this was happening. It was a sick dream, it had to be a sick dream. Human trafficking? It just didn't seem possible…

"I-I'm so sorry." Kiyoshi was almost sobbing. "I-I'm so so sorry. I hate what Sadahiro is doing here… I wish there was something I could do." He whispered, looking down at his hands. Ryou sniffed, his slender frame shaking with sobs. He can't do this to me, he c-cant... It's illegal. I… Oh God. I want Bakura here, I want Bakura. "I'm sorry Ryou…" Kiyoshi whispered, gently starting to rub the teens' back. Ryou had his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with sobs. "I-I'm so sorry." Ryou continued to cry for a long time, misery and fear washing over his frail form. Kiyoshi continued to rub small circles in the teens shaking back as he cried, Ryou's sobs giving way to deep shuddering gasps, and finally, silence. The teen whimpered softly, tugging his arms half-heartedly.

"C-Can you undo these?" Ryou pleaded, lifting his tear stained back up to look at Kiyoshi. The brunette bit his lip, and looked away, finding a splodge on the wall very interesting. "K-Kiyoshi?"

"I-I can't…" The elder male almost started crying. "Ryou… I'm so sorry, but I just can't. Sadahiro will kill me if I do. He will literally kill me. I-I have to watch you and make sure that you're okay." Ryou's eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

"Y-You… No way. You're in on this?" Immediately, the boy shied away from Kiyoshi's touch. "You're helping him?"

"Please Ryou." The brunette tried, his voice raising slightly in desperation. "You have to try and understand… I have to do this… He's my uncle Ryou, you know that." The whitenette turned away, fresh tears stinging his eyes. "Ryou…"

"Stay away from me." Ryou muttered angrily, staring at the wall. "Stay the hell away from me Kiyoshi. I can't believe I trusted you! I thought… I thought you were my friend!" He eyes sparkled with tears. "I-I thought you would help me… How could you do this! All of this time, you knew Sadahiro was going to do this to me! You knew that he was going to kidnap me and- and-" Ryou broke into fresh sobs. "Oh god…" He gasped, his heart almost stopping in fear. "This isn't happening… Please Kiyoshi, please tell me this is some sick dream and I'm going to wake up… Please tell me I'm going to wake up." He sobbed, his face in bound hands. "Please…"

"Ryou…" Kiyoshi whispered, near tears himself. "I-I'm so sorry. I told Sadahiro to leave you alone, but he wouldn't listen. He said you'd make so much, and…" Ryou gave a hiccupping sob, and looked up into Kiyosho's hazel eyes.

"Wh-What's going to happen to me?" Ryou whispered tearfully. "What's he going to do with me?" Kiyoshi passed a hand over his eyes.

"Ryou…" He whispered. "You'll probably go to someone in China, and then you'll…"

"I-I'll what?" Ryou's voice was shaking in fear and shock. The brunette opposite him swallowed. "K-Kiyoshi?"

"They'll probably use you in movies." Kiyoshi whispered, looking at the floor. Ryou's eyes narrowed in confusion, and then widened in shock when he fully understood Kiyoshi's statement.

"No." He sobbed. "No. Not that. P-Please Kiyoshi, n-not that. Anything but that." Kiyoshi sighed, and wrapped his arms around Ryou's slender, shivering frame, wracked with sobs. That was why he didn't want me to get away. He's been planning this. All of this. For weeks. And I fell right into his trap. And now I'm going to China or Taiwan or God know where... And Bakura, oh God, Bakura… Ryou's sobs increased at the thought of his yami. Are you even alive? What happened? Oh God, Oh God. Get me out of here. Please... Someone get me out of here…

"I'm sorry Ryou." The brunette murmured tearfully. "I'm so so sorry…"

-yawn- Stupid Daylight Savings screwed up me system.

R&R?