Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Black, Black Heart ❯ Black, Black Heart ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

WARNING: BAKURA X RYOU LEMON! NCS LEMON! YAOI!!! ANGSTY !!!!!!

I do not own the song `Black Black Heart' by David Usher.

Black, Black Heart

Ryou's POV

I am an object.

An object to be used at the expense of another….Yami Bakura.

I hear him coming home from his visit to the Ishtars.

“RYOU!”

And so….

Tonight is not any different.

Once again tonight, I will be used for the joy of my other half.

Scorned.

Humiliated.

Used for his pleasure.

Something ugly this way comes

The only one who could give me what I needed was Bakura.

He walked through the door.

I saw him standing at the door to my room.

He grinned at me from across the room.

His ugly……..distorted face grinned.

It doesn't matter what he looks like.

All that matters is that he makes me feel no bigger a bug.

I crave the mental anguish….the emotional pain he gives me.

As he looked at me, I knew what he wanted me to do.

So, I did it.

Through my fingers sliding inside

I laid back on the bed naked. He had called me before he left the Ishtars and told me what he wanted to come home to.

He wanted me naked, willing, and ready.

Bakura approached the bed and glared down at me as if I was nothing more than an insignificant ant.

That's all I am to him.

An ant.

I'm an ant who is better off crushed under his heavy boot….rather than allowed the privilege of existence.

He kicked off his boots and removed his shirt.

“Begin.”

Begin.

That horrible five letter word.

He watches me take my dry finger and press it into myself.

I fight back the tears, knowing my yami wouldn't want to see me cry.

All these blessings all these burns

He gives me joy.

He gives me pain.

There is no middle.

More than often, he brings me pain.

He hurts me.

He has hurt me.

He won't relent.

He won't stop.

“Add another,” he snarls.

I spread my legs wider as I slip another finger into my tight body.

It hurts…..

Godless underneath your cover

No one will help me with Bakura.

I'm on my own.

He is a demon.

I live in a godless world with this demon.

My other half…..a Lucifer in Leather.

I am alone….on my own….

Search for pleasure search for pain

Bakura grinned down at me and unfastened his pants.

“Are you enjoying touching yourself? Your body stretching, preparing itself for our game?”

Game.

That's all I am to him.

I turned my head away in humiliation.

Bakura's pants fell to the floor and I felt him crawl on my chest.

“Add another.”

I added a third finger to my body and I couldn't hold back the tears.

Pain.

Humiliation.

That is what I suffered at my yami's hand.

In this world now i am undying

Bakura won't let this madness end.

Even if I die, he will bring me back to life

Only to endure the pain again.

Please just end the pain, yami.

Make it go away.

I can't take the pain.

I unfurl my flag my nation helpless

Bakura sat on my chest and pinched my nose together.

I would either pass out from lack of oxygen or I would open my mouth to breathe and he would shove his erection in my mouth.

I opened my mouth willingly, hoping to give him pleasure so he could cause less pain to me.

“Suck it.”

I deep-throat my yami, my fingers still inside me.

My body on fire.

My body, his toy.

My body…..is no longer my own.

Bakura sits on top of me, forcing me to give him oral sex.

My fingers are buried deep inside of me.

I'm pinned below him.

I'm helpless.

I surrender.

Black black heart why would you offer more?

“Yeah, you suck on that. You like that, don't you?”

His hand moves from my nose to my hair, forcing my head into a rhythm.

My yami buries his arousal in my mouth, almost choking me with his girth.

It hurts.

Bakura is a demon.

Why should I expect anything else from him other than cruelty?

He is Darkness.

He can't give anything other than hatred and pain.

You can't expect light to come from darkness.

You can't expect love to come from hatred.

You can't expect kindness to come from cruelty.

Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?

After nearly choking me with his erection, he slid off of me.

“Remove your fingers and let me look at you.”

He stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at me. My arms spread out above my head. My legs spread wide. My arousal hard, standing proud between my legs….dripping in anticipation of his twisted desires.

I'm on fire

Bakura crawls on top of me and positions himself at my entrance.

With a quick shove, he plows into my body.

His hardness stretches my body unwillingly.

But I can't complain.

I can't cry.

I can't feel.

I can only take it on my back.

I can only let my body burn with the fire of his penetration.

My body stings.

My body stings until my blood lubricates my body.

I'm rotting to the core

Bakura moans and looks down at me.

His canines sharpen as his lust takes over his body.

His penetrations are animalistic.

He pounds into my body, not for the sake of lovemaking….but for the love of watching me bleed….the love of watching me in pain for him.

He loves my pain.

My pain is a drug to which he has become addicted.

A little is never enough.

It has to be more.

More. More. More.

I'm eating all your kings and queens
All your sex and your diamonds

His mouth crashes onto mine hungrily and his tongue forces its way into my own mouth.

His entire body rapes me now.

His tongue…his hardness.

Everything slips and pounds into me as I lay helpless upon the mattress.

He takes everything he can from me.

I cannot expect anything in return.

As I begin to lose my grip
On these realities your sending

As his thrusts become more desperate, his body slams into me harder.

His hands grab my wrists and hold me down.

His breathing becomes staggered.

I can feel how much he wants to cum.

His entire intent is to corrupt me with his filth again.

His dirty seed.

All of this is for his pleasure.

I want this to end.

But it won't.

Why won't he just let me die?

Taste your mind and taste your sex

“So fucking hot,” Bakura growled as he pulled back from our kiss.

“I can taste myself on you. I know what you are thinking, hikari. Your body is mine. It belongs to me. This mind is mine. This fucking ASS is mine, too!”

I close my eyes and whimper. “Yes, master.”

“I want you to cum for me, Ryou.”

I'm naked underneath your cover

I grit my teeth against the pain.

It will all be over soon.

It won't be that much longer.

I can feel Bakura's stomach beginning to tighten.

Covers lie and we will bend and borrow
With the coming sign

Bakura stopped his frantic motions and brought my legs over his shoulders. Much to my surprise, he bends me in half and pounds me down into the bed quickly.

It hurts worse.

I will give him what he needs.

Then he will leave me alone….hopefully.

The tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape

I wince and whimper as Bakura pounds into me.

His erection collides with my prostate at full force.

Tears come from my eyes.

My body trembles.

My body bleeds.

My body burns.

My heart races.

“Scream for me.”

Black black heart why would you offer more?

I threw my head back and screamed loudly as he stabbed my prostate with his arousal.

I screamed as my body bled.

I screamed to release some of my fear.

The mattress creaked loudly under my body.

Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?

“Scream louder.”

“PLEASE STOP!” I plead.

SLAP!

Bakura slaps me hard across the face. “I didn't tell you to beg like a fucking baby! I told you to scream!”

Bakura slaps me continuously across the face as he pounds into me. His slaps turn to punches against my face and chest.

I heard a crack of a rib that Bakura had broke last week.

It didn't have time to heal.

I'm on fire

I tasted something coppery in my mouth.

Blood.

Nothing new.

I feel my surroundings fading.

The pain in my body is becoming less.

My lungs are having a hard time bringing in air.

I'm rotting to the core

Everything is starting to fade.

I feel myself bleed harder.

Bakura leans his entire weight on me and I hear something crack faintly.

My lungs….

I can't breathe…..

Painful….

My chest hurts…

Bakura leans down on me more and forces by body to bend too far.

Then I hear it….something definitely cracked in my chest.

That broken rib…

I'm eating all your kings and queens
All your sex and your diamonds

I coughed and blood slid down my chin.

Bakura grinned. “Looks like that broken rib pierced your lungs. I may as well enjoy you while you last.”

Black black heart why would you offer more?

Bakura grinned. “You bleed from without….and you bleed from within. I wouldn't have you any other way.”

He continues to pound into me as I cough up blood. He folds me further, driving the broken rib into my lung deeper.

A quick death.

Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy?

I felt my mind whirl with an orgasm…

Bakura chuckled as I came over my face.

He had me bent so far that the salty substance dribbled onto my own face.

I'm on fire

Bakura moaned and growled.

I felt his hot seed flood into me as he came.

His orgasm hit him with such a force, some of it slipped out of my body and down my back.

I'm rotting to the core

Bakura grinned as he watched my fluids slide down my cheek, my body gasping for breath.

I twitch….

My vision becomes blurry.

My body bruised.

My body bleeding from out and from within.

Covered in semen…blood…and bruises.

I'm dying….

I'm eating all your kings and queens
All your sex and your diamonds

Bakura pulls back and watches the life being slowly bled out of me.

All your sex and your diamonds

“You can't even take a little fucking. You're pathetic.”

All your sex and your diamonds

Bakura pulls out of me and gathers his clothes. “I'm going to bed. Goodnight.”

All your sex and your diamonds

I die beaten, battered, and broken.

Alone in the room, I lay my head on the pillow and let the soft arms of death carry me away into the great unknown.

All your sex and your diamonds