Bakura was back in the bed again but this time instead of focusing on himself-
Yeah, cause that's a change-
Shut up, you! I'm telling the story!
Bakura focused on the room and quickly realised there wasn't much to focus on. It was like a cell, clear white walls, no windows and a white floor. The only difference between this room and a cell is that this room has a bed.
Once again, he felt something move under the quilt and realised it was hand slowly sliding up his leg. This time though, he didn't move.
"Ryou." He said it unemotionally, empty, just to see if he would get a different response. Instead he got audio-tape, playback response;
"Shhh, Bakura. It's going to be alright."
Bakura made no attempt at stopping what he knew was comping next, instead he joined in. He ripped the quilt away, pushed Ryou around so he was bent over, exposing all and forced himself deep inside. Ryou screamed in blissful pleasure and exquisite pain, making the pleasure ust that bit more... Pleasurable.
The sex went on for what seemed like an eternity and Ryou's screams grew louder by the minute. He never did know how to be quiet, not that Bakura wanted him to be, just suprised no-one ever opens the door to see what all the fuss is about.
Unfortunately, as this all started the same, chances are it'll end the same and, as if almost on cue, Ryou pulled away, turned around and slapped Bakura again, leaving him to fade back into the abyss.
It still stung.
The dark abyss began to set in once more and everything began to fade, only this time something was different.
Bakura didn't cry.
He knew he would see Ryou again when the light dawned.