Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Wings ❯ Force ( Chapter 12 )

Force

~I don't own Yugioh and never will~

WARNING: SOME GORE, SWEARING, Ect….

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"Bakura, stop it! Please!" Ryou begged with innocent tears streaming down his face.

The elder grinned, his canines glimmering sadistically. He watched as his light lay in front of him, his broken body too weak to move quickly. "Why should I stop for something so pathetic?"

Ryou cried out in pain as another sharp kick to his ribs was delivered successfully. Blood was already seeping down his chin from his split lip.

Bakura knelt down and started suckling on the youths bleeding lip, drawing all the precious fluid.

The hikari whimpered and desperately struggles against his yami. He would do anything it would take to stop Bakura from hurting him. He bit down on Bakura's lips causing the elder to hiss in agitation.

"You will regret that light" the older white haired yami spat, wiping the crimson liquid off his lips with his tongue. He grinned and that made the younger male quiver in fear.

The two were in Bakura's room and Ryou was looking around urgently for something to help him with Bakura.

The foul scent was ignored for more important matters and there was a puddle of blood on the floor indicating that a corpse had been there just a while ago.

Ryou prayed that the blood wasn't Kairi's.

The evil male picked Ryou up by the collar and threw him onto his bed easily. He followed his light and crawled on top of him.

"Please Bakura, stop" the hikari begged.

A punch to the chest was Ryou's answer.

He leaned down to whisper into Ryou ear, "You'll be lucky if you're able to speak after I'm finished with you". He licked the smaller youths ear.

Chocolate brown orbs widened and he started to struggle frantically. "NO!"

Bakura only smirked and pinned Ryou's hand above his head with only one of his own hands. "Oh yes Ryou". The white haired yami used his free hand to reach over the side of the bed and he pulled up four pairs of gleaming, iron handcuffs.

Ryou thrashed as he saw the metal bindings but it wasn't enough. His ankles and wrists were tied easily to the bedposts.

Tears formed in the youth's eyes once again as he saw the hungry look in Bakura's darkened orbs.

"What's the matter light? We all have to lose our innocence sooner or later" Bakura cackled, his sharp nailed raking over the younger males clothed chest, leaving fiery marks along it.

"Losing innocence is supposed to be with the person you love yami! It's supposed to be out of love, not rape!"

The white haired male smirked as he sat on the little ones stomach. "Love doesn't exist Ryou and it's time you learned that! Love is what happens in those fucking fairytales but not in real life! You have to take what you want!"

"No! Love is real! You see it every freaking day of your life and you just don't see it because your to busy being an ass!" Ryou screamed before he knew what he was saying. Two seconds after he has said those words he wished he could have taken them back.

The yami seemed stunned for a moment but then returned to normal. "So you do have a spine Ryou. When did this develop? When you were with Malik? Or maybe it was when you were spending time with that angel girl."

Ryou's eyes widened. "What did you do to my friends yami? What have you and Marik done to them?"

Brown eyes narrowed with glee. "You should see yourself whine light. It's really quite pathetic".

"I don't care! What did you do to them?" the teary eyed youth demanded.

The white haired elder growled and slapped his hikari harshly. "Remember your place slave. You have no right to demand anything of me". He grinned at the bound youth and got off his light, going down to the base of his bed were his trunk was.

The hikari's heart was racing and it felt like it was going to explode in his chest when he saw the glint of metal in Bakura's hand.

A dagger.

It was Bakura's trademark weapon and he could do anything with it.

Innocent brown eyes widened as he tried desperately to get out of his binds.

The white haired elder grinned and licked the side of the blade gingerly. "Love is for fools hikari". He brought the blade down onto Ryou chest, cutting away the material.

The youth pressed his body against the bed trying to escape the blade but to no prevail. His yami successfully cut his shirt to ribbons and threw them onto the floor carelessly. "Yami stop! I don't want this!"

Demonic brown eyes gleamed and he moved up biting the youth's neck roughly. "This isn't about what you want light". He brought the dagger up and cut a small patch of skin on the other side of his hikari's neck.

Ryou cringed as his yami started sucking on the bleeding wound. He pulled against his bindings again causing the metal to bite into his skin making it bleed.

"If you want to continue to ruin your wrists, go ahead light. You won't break those bindings," the elder male hissed into the little one's ear.

The smaller male looked away, turning his head.

The tomb robber growled and grabbed his hikari's silver hair, yanking on it so he would look back at him.

The youth whimpered. "L-let go!"

Bakura grinned like the predator he was. "I told you this before slave, learn your place! I am your master and I will do with you as I please. Your pathetic whining will only make things worse for you."

"Nothing could be worse then what you're going to do to me" Ryou spat back bitterly.

The yami bent down so his mouth was only an inch away from his hikari's ear. "No? What about if I took my anger out on your friends?"

"Leave them out of this! They don't concern you!" the younger one said, brown eyes staring up into Bakura's.

"Don't they?" the yami said, flipping his dagger between his fingers and sitting up. "Actually hikari they have everything to do with you".

The white haired youth prayed to the Gods he wasn't going to get his friends hurt because of something stupid he had said or done.

"You see, your friends make you feel better light" the yami pierced Ryou's side with his dagger earning a cry from the youth. "I don't want that. I want you to stay in the hell that I put you through".

Ryou screamed as Bakura pressed the dagger farther into his side until the blade was completely sheathed in his skin.

The crimson liquid flowed out of the open wound quickly, coating the dagger and Bakura's hand in the innocent boys blood.

The yami them quickly withdrew the metal object causing younger brown eyes to fly open.

Ryou had tears flowing from his cheeks trying his best to cope with the pain. He could feel his blood running out of the cut on his side and sinking into the bed sheets, making them wet.

Bakura brought his dagger up to his lips and started to lap up the red liquid.

The younger boy almost felt like throwing up at the sight of his yami.

The elder then laid the dagger down on the bed and started suckling on his blood covered fingers, drinking every bit of the sweet nectar he could. He smirked at his hikari's disgusted face. "You have such sweet blood hikari. It's addicting".

Ryou didn't say anything.

"You know Ryou, you have one major weakness other then your pathetic body" Bakura told the hikari with a grin. "Do I even have to tell you what it is? Or should I say, who they are?"

"Don't you dare harm them Bakura".

"Or you'll do what hikari? I can do anything I want with them and you know it," the tomb robber said with amusement. "Like I could cause Malik so much pain. He is a lot like you Ryou, a weak, little boy."

The white haired light shook his head wildly. "Leave them be!"

"What about Kairi, Ryou? That angel whose been healing you behind my back? I bet she'd be a good fuck and I'm sure her little boyfriend wouldn't mind me borrowing her for a couple of days".

The white haired boy froze. `Boyfriend? Is that…'

"Yes hikari" Bakura said, reading his lights thoughts. "Your angel had a boy who she loved…some halfling who Marik turned into a full demon. But that's beside the point".

The white haired youth was worrying know.

Malik was with a lust filled Marik and Kairi was with a revenge bent male who would no doubt harm her.

"The only difference is that the demon boy that's with Kairi is now after her because of you. You stole her away from him and you know how possessive demons are when you don't ask before you take" Bakura tisked.

"But I…"

"To bad hikari. Whether you meant to or not, your little angel friend is going to pay the price for your insolence. Malik too. He's going to get pulverized by Marik".

Ryou squirmed. "No, they didn't do anything!"

Bakura grinned. "Some love, isn't it Ryou?"

"I don't care what you say Bakura, love is real even if it is not always shown!" the youth said firmly.

"You're like some hopeless romantic hikari," the elder said, digging two of his fingers into the open wound on Ryou's side.

The youth cried out, tears forming in his eyes as the salt off his yami's hands touched his now burning flesh.

"What makes you think that love is real light?"

Ryou couldn't take it anymore. He had bottled up all his emotions inside of himself for too long. All at once in a burst of tears, frustration, anger, sorrow and truth he screamed out a single line.

"RA DAMN IT BAKURA, BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

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Evilly cliffy!

Till next time!