I don't own Yugioh!
Warnings: More sexual acts between Ryou and Yami.
Treachery
Chapter Four: Caught Me
When I awoke I was alone, but I didn't really mind; it was a nice feeling and I didn't have to worry about Yami right away. Well, it seemed that way, but at that moment the doorbell rang. Suspecting my visitor was Yami I jumped from bed and hurriedly gathered my clothes for the day. I got into the bathroom and began to discard my old clothes.
I heard the sound of a knock on the door soon after, which I answered to shyly, "Ryou, Yami's here." I smiled to myself I had just bought myself a few minuets away from Yami, but that smile soon faded. Why was it that Yami always seemed to come just when I have spare time? Couldn't I have at least a few minuets alone with Bakura?
"I'm going to be having a shower right now, just let him watch TV in the living room until I get there. Please try not to fight with him."
"I'll try, but I can't promise anything; if he's pissing me off I'll just have to smash his head against something." Bakura laughed.
"Bakura, please don't! I don't want any fights--"
"I know." But part of me wanted to encourage him to get rid of Yami, I wanted to be rid of all of them; but that makes me feel terrible. I heard Bakura head off downstairs and surprisingly I didn't hear a thing from either one of them while I was in the shower. However I may not have noticed some things when imaginary Bakura came for a visit, I get some very dirty thoughts when I'm alone in the shower; but it was good for me. When I pulled back the curtain and wrapped a warm fuzzy towel around me I can safely say I felt genuinely happy for the first time all weekend.
Once I was dressed and ready for the day I left the bathroom feeling refreshed and happy; I felt like running right up to Bakura and throwing my arms around him. Maybe we could play a few little 'games' you know, the things lovers do. I certainly felt like spending the entire day with Bakura.
I walked right into the living room smiling while running a brush through my hair, I was almost to the point of singing when I noticed Yami sitting there grinning like mad and running his eyes all over me. Instantly my disposition dropped back to the nervousness and fear that I've been feeling. I felt dirty again; like that shower had done nothing to me.
I put on a smile in case Bakura were nearby and I approached Yami, "Good morning, Yami. Did you have a good rest?" He stood and faced me and I, much to my disgust, kissed him on the cheek, "Would you like anything to drink?"
Yami smiled, "Good morning, Ryou. I'll just take a glass of water, please." I smiled and went to the kitchen though I hated Yami for being so polite; everything he did was just starting to build on me. Pretty soon I'll probably just break down and yell at him, and who knows what kind of things he'll end up doing to me, or worse what will he do to Bakura?
I grinned happily when I saw Bakura sitting at the table looking at the comic in the newspaper. He looked up and smiled at me, "Good morning, Bakura, did you have a good sleep?" Bakura nodded before folding up the newspaper and turning to me.
"I slept alright, but I can't help but feel that something's missing. With all the things that have been going on I haven't had time to really notice, but something is missing." I blinked in response and tried to think about what it might be.
"Come to think of it, I don't feel right either." There was a short pause between the two of us before Bakura stood up with a growl.
"The Ring." I frowned feeling frustrated with myself. After Joey had ripped it from my fingers and thrown it across the room I had forgotten entirely about the object that binds the two of us. What's worse is this is the second time, I feel as if I'm letting myself forget that Bakura is the most important person to me. I feel so terrible about this.
"I know where it is." I confessed to him shyly, "I left it at Yugi's, the man threw it across the room when I tried to reach for it."
Bakura raised and eyebrow quizzically before moving from the table and pushing his chair back where it belonged, "I'll go and get it." He responded, though he didn't seem to like the idea of it, "Just have fun while I'm gone, ok?" Bakura smiled and turned away. I am given that moment to flinch about the idea of Yami and I 'having fun' before I put my smile back into place.
"Ok, Bakura, see you in a bit." Bakura finally left the room and I continued my forgotten task of getting Yami his water. When I stepped back into the living room Yami was sitting on the couch glaring at me.
"What took so long? Make-out session? Don't think I'm stupid."
"There wasn't anything like that." I responded anxiously, "We realized that the Ring is still at your house and Bakura went to go get it. I'm sorry Yami." I handed him the water he requested but he simply placed it on the table and pulled me down into his lap.
"Let's have a look at your wound, shall we? I'm sure we need to change the binds." Yami smirked and began unraveling Bakura's work from yesterday, "Too bad we only have ten minuets before he gets back, so I'd better make this count. Get your shirt off."
I shivered and looked away from him while I removed my shirt, I could feel his eyes studying every inch of my exposed body and I could feel his hardness poking into my leg. Yami leaned forward and nipped at my neck while he continued to peel the bandages from my shoulder.
Once he was finished with that he sent me to get the bandages from the bathroom; when I returned to him he had removed his own shirt. Just the sight made me want to turn and run, but I stayed, "You know," he began, "We never did finish playing yesterday; and I still do have to punish you for calling Bakura. We have only nine minuets though, what should I do?"
Yami pulled me back onto his lap so that I was facing him with my legs on either side of his body. With both his hands on either side of my face he slowly pushed my hair back from my eyes, "You're rather beautiful." Yami mocked before smothering me with a kiss, I tried to pull away but he slid his right hand behind my head to pull me closer again. He let his left hand fall down my neck and he began to stroke lightly while slowly moving down until his fingertips touched over Malik's mark. I screamed when he suddenly dug his nails into the deep wound, I tried to pull back but he had a firm grip on my hair forcing me to stay put unless I wanted to pull all of my lovely silver strands out, "Now then, what was it that I asked you to do for me yesterday before we were so rudely interrupted?"
He was expectant of an answer, though we both knew perfectly well what he had wanted and probably wanted from me now. I looked away from him, "Y-You wanted a-a-a um blo—you wanted me to suck you."
"And that just turns you on, doesn't it my little toy? You want me to fuck that little mouth of yours, don't you?"
"No." I said firmly causing Yami to growl and strike me across the face before throwing me to the floor, "I-I mean yes!"
"So then get to it." He sat with his legs spread and waited impatiently for me to get to it. I crawled over quickly and began to unzip his pants; the sooner I got this started the less likely Bakura would end up seeing. I'd hate it if Bakura saw me being used, and I don't think that I'd be able to pretend to enjoy this.
Yami happily pulls me back and forth along his length while moaning out various pet names he'd given me; I hate how he does that. I want to drown him out again but it's hard, but if I can seem like I'm paying attention he won't get angry. "You really are good at this, my little Ryou pet." Before I know it I'm crying again; I should tell Bakura, and this time I will as soon as Yami leaves! I'm sure Bakura can do something to help—
"Hey Pharaoh, you idiot, I bet your Hikari won't let me—" I looked up at my Yami with tears in my eyes and they began to fall harder when he frowned. He quickly became stoic again but I couldn't stop my crying. Why did he have to see? I'm a stupid whore, "You have to go get the Ring, Pharaoh." Bakura concluded angrily.
"I'm busy, stupid, or can't you see? Go get it yourself." Yami began to force me back along his sex but I pulled away.
"Yami, please go get the Ring." Yami frowned but put his shirt back on and zipped up his pants again.
"Fine," He growled, "We'll just have to pick up where we left off when I get back." I nodded as Yami stomped his way to the door and then slammed it behind him. The house fell silent and I kept my head hung as I kneeled before the couch.
"You're bleeding." Bakura pointed out nervously, "I'll take care of that for you." he helped me onto the couch again and began wrapping the bite wound up again, "So…" Bakura trailed off and took a deep breath, "Tell me what's really been going on since Friday; and don't lie, I'll know if you do."
I wonder if he knew all along that I was lying.
Slowly I lift my gaze and stare into his eyes. This time I really do tell him everything, about the rape, my fight with Malik, the Library, and what really happened last night. I told him everything I could, but only in minor detail considering that Yami would be back soon; and through the whole thing all he did was sit there and hold onto me. He let me cry on him for a bit, but for once I didn't really feel like crying.
When Yami returned he, surprisingly, knocked on the door. So, knowing my fear, Bakura went to answer it. The next thing I knew I heard both of them screaming and swearing, I supposed Bakura was showing Yami what he thought of all of this, but soon I couldn't hear Bakura's voice at all.
I panicked and took off to the front hall where I saw Yami hovering over Bakura with the cord of the Ring pulled taught over Bakura's throat. He was going to kill him! I hollered and launched myself onto Yami knocking him off of Bakura.
Yami acted quickly and I soon found my back pressed against his chest while he held one of the sharp points of the Ring at my throat. I was given little choice but to tilt my head back onto his shoulder while Bakura and I shared helpless glances.
"I'll make you a deal." Yami began, "We'll duel over Ryou tomorrow morning, I'll even let you pick how we play; but Ryou's going to stay with Malik overnight. I know my psychotic little friend has some games he'd like to play." Yami smirked and began to run the sharp point of the Ring up and down my neck, "Of course I could always kill him and save you the trouble of losing to me again."
"…Fine, but you'd better be here at the crack of dawn or I'm going to get him myself; and let's just say I won't hesitate to kill whoever has him, I also won't hesitate to find and kill you as well." Yami shrugged his shoulders in agreement and then he hauled me to my feet along with himself.
"You had better be there yourself, or we just may be obliged to fuck him right there in the street; he's really tight, you know?" I cringed and tried to move from him just a bit but he held the shard closer to my neck making it impossible to move even a little, "He fit just perfect around me." Yami continued, "Too bad you won't get to know what his virgin ass felt like." Bakura growled at Yami I could tell that he was just barely managing to hold himself back.
"Just shut up, you fucking idiot; and give me my Ring. I made a damn deal and I'm not about to break it. Give it back to me." I felt almost like nothing right then, that Bakura would want the Ring over me, but I did understand. That's just the way Bakura is; and tomorrow when I'm back with him he'll tell me he's sorry he had to make me spend another horrible night with them; at least, that's what I hope he'll do.
Yami shrugged again and tossed the Ring at Bakura, he then turned and hauled me out the door. We watched each other fade away into the distance and already I could see how truly bad he felt, "B-Bakura…" I whimpered as Yami continued to drag me down the street, away from my Yami and towards my fear.
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Before we even arrived at Malik's house we came across the blond, he was giggling excitedly; apparently he already knew that I was coming. I suppose Yami knew that I was going to tell Bakura when he left, and so he called Malik before returning to Bakura and I… "Don't hurt him too much, Malik." Yami said before shoving me into Malik. Malik's arms enclosed around me so to passers by it looked like he was just holding me. My former friend cuddled me to his chest, but I could just tell it wasn't a loving gesture. He was probably imagining strangling me to death. "Just fuck him enough to rough him up, to make him look pathetic so we can distract Bakura. In fact," Yami began happily, "He doesn't really even need to be wearing clothes." I whimpered because I already felt extremely embarrassed and humiliated, just the thought of it was violating. And what if Bakura didn't like what he saw? What if he'll hate me because I'm… used? I really hate this, I just keep worrying myself over him; but he is all I have now. No one wants me for something other than sex.
"Don't worry, Yami!" Malik smirked at Yami before turning back to me and allowing a hand to drag through my hair; "I'll take extra special care to make him extra distracting for poor Bakura. Not only will he be too turned on and distracted, he'll be extra mad. He probably won't be able to think, or see, straight! We'll beat him no problem." I hung my head feeling very pained; they were going to use me against Bakura!
"Alright then Malik, see you tomorrow." Yami winked at Malik before grinning down at me, "Good night, my little sex toy, I hope you'll enjoy the fun I'm planning for you once Bakura's dealt with; and don't forget, you need to be punished for telling. You're a very bad boy, and I'm so disappointed." Yami smacked my butt in a sort of warning way before leaning in for a kiss. He forced my lips apart and slid his tongue in; if it weren't for the fact that he could stay with us, if he wanted to, I'd bite his stupid tongue off! I'm just so angry with him, and I sure hope Bakura will beat him! In fact, I'm pretty sure Bakura will win!
Yami grins as he's pulling away from me, and after a moment he turns his lips on Malik's. They're both so much more enthusiastic about the kiss; they shut their eyes and begin to run their hands everywhere they can reach.
I found that I could easily escape them, and in no time at all I was racing down the sidewalk from them, fortunately I was heading toward Malik's house and I knew my way around well enough.
Figuring it would be safe to look back a moment, I know it's a stupid idea, I saw that Malik was the only one in pursuit of me; in that second that I looked away I crashed right into someone. Immediately arms enclose around me, probably to keep me from falling, and I'm trapped again.
I do struggle to get away, but this person does not let me go; and I can hear Malik's footsteps slowing to a stop directly behind me. Obviously Malik seems to believe he can get me back from whoever's trapped me.
I quickly decide that I just might be able to save myself by convincing this person to set me free and maybe even hold off Malik. I turn my gaze up with fear in my eyes; not that the fear is fake, mind you, but my fear actually increases and is also heightened with shock; I am in the arms of Malik's near duplicate, Marik.
I thought that Yami Marik was still trapped in the Shadow Realm, but I suppose Marik must have been brought back; probably for the purpose of aiding in my torture, "Hello, Marik." Malik says angrily, though it's obvious that anger is directed at me, "I'm sure you remember Ryou, Bakura's Hikari?" Marik looks up from me to his proud Hikari, "He's spending the night with me, and we're going to have so much fun! If you want you can have him for a bit after I'm finished."
Marik frowns and I feel his arms tighten around me, "Why should I let you have him at all?" Marik laughs, probably at some angry face Malik's making, "I think I'll just keep him for myself." I shiver in his grip; this is just great, another psycho wants to use me, who would have guessed?
"WHAT?" Malik growls, "NO WAY! He's mine!" I hear Malik stomp up and grab hold of my arm, "I marked him!" Malik proclaimed proudly while yelling directly in Marik's face. I flinch away from Malik. I don't really care how insane Malik is, he's still not as psychotic and frightening as Malik, "You should be glad I'm willing to offer him to you at all!"
"Without me, he would have escaped." Marik brushes Malik's hand from my arm and scowls to make his point clear that HE has won. Then Marik takes hold of my arm and pulls me off to their house. Malik angrily follows us; screaming about how I'm 'his' until Marik gets to his room and shuts the door in Malik's face.
It is now that the threat of Malik is behind me, and I am now overcome with the fear of what Marik might have planned. After Marik locks the door he turns back to me and pushes me toward his bed.
I try to keep him from pushing me down but, as always, it's useless; but he only takes a seat next to me. Marik watches me shivering in fear beneath him for a long time; there is silence all around until I hear a low barely audible sound. At first I don't know what it is; but then I realize that Marik is growling.
I don't have a clue why he's acting like this, but I have a feeling that I've done something terribly wrong. Marik's eyes suddenly hold some very fearsome emotion and I curl up in the fetal position to avoid it. The wrath I believed he would bestow upon me does not come; instead Marik stands and stomps over to the door. The low growl in his throat grew louder even as he mover further away. Marik quickly opens the door and pushes Malik back to make his exit, "You stay there." Marik commands before shutting the door.
No sooner had the door closed did Malik start yelling, and in turn Marik yelled back; soon I couldn't make out one word they said as they moved away; and then, just like that, there came a silence about the house. It was as if someone had died. Shivering I burry myself deeper into the fetal position. Soon soft ominous footsteps make their way to the room and I whimper pathetically. The door is opened and those same louder footsteps make their way over to the bed. Whoever is here in the room with me makes his stop right next to me! I just know I'm about to be raped again. It would be just my luck that Malik is the one standing over me with that psychotic look in his eyes filled with lust and hatred.
I jump and nearly scream as I'm jabbed in the arm with a finger, "Stand up." I quickly relax a little when I realize that I've just been frightening myself; before me stands Marik. I quickly do as I'm told and stand next to him. "Here." Marik dumps a bunch of blankets into my arms causing me to nearly fall to the floor from the awkward, and unexpected load. "Go make yourself a place to sleep with that." Marik turns from me and climbs into bed completely ignoring me.
I turn away and begin arranging the blankets and pillows about the floor. I had seriously thought that Marik would rape me like the rest of them, so I was rather confused about him. The way he talked at first it seemed that that's all he had wanted me for. Maybe Marik doesn't agree with them and that's why he hasn't been tormenting me. He did seem angry with Malik when they were talking about me.
It all seems so weird; I always thought that Marik was pure evil. Could he really want to help me? Could I consider him a friend, or should I watch my back throughout the night? It's so hard for me to discern personalities now; I wonder what Marik is really up to.
I close my eyes and push those thoughts aside, if I want to be up before dawn I have to sleep now. Before I can drift off I give pray silently for the Gods to help Bakura win, and all other lingering thoughts are of my handsome Bakura.