Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cry ❯ Cry ( Chapter 1 )

Cry

Genre: Angst

Author: Christi Morelei

Pairing: Ryou/Bakura

Summary: Yaoi. Lemonish. Angsty, some blood. Ryou Bakura/Yami no Bakura. Ryou's POV. One-shot.

A/N: My first attempt at a Yu-Gi-Oh fanfic. Please go easy on me… o.o It's simple, really. All what the summary says. Yaoi. Lemonish. Angsty, some blood. Ryou Bakura/Yami no Bakura. Ryou's POV. One-shot. Enjoy! Feedback is highly appreciated.

//Bakura to Ryou//

/Ryou to Bakura/

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh, not mine. If it were, the anime would reign supreme as the most twincestuous anime in the entire history of anime.

Dedicated to the owner of Pegasus D. Crawford's nickname, "The Evil Pimp of Doom."

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My lips are dry.

Probably from your heated kisses.

I can't seem to speak, outside of cries for mercy. If I could speak to you, I would tell you how much I love you. But you don't want to hear that.

I know what you want to hear and see- me, crying, begging, pleading for release. My throat grows hoarse from the screams. //More, more, more! Scream for me, my hikari…//

And I cry. I plead against you, against your control and your release. I cry to the heavens. I scream in terror, blood tears staining my face. Blood wounds torn earlier still burn at my flesh, and I start to sob.

Oh, but that makes you mad. Don't I enjoy this? I was begging you for a punishment of pain earlier… so why do I cry?

I want release. I long for it. You, my sleek devil, you bring me close and closer to the abyss of release, and always only let me see and feel a small glimpse of it. But I can never feel it. And I never will, because that's just the way you want it. Your maniacal grin staining your face with malice and pleasure, just as the blood tears stain my own face. I can hear your hot breath upon my neck, and your low, growling voice hissing inside my ear.

//Yes, my hikari… just like that, I want to hear you moan, just like that…//

And so I cry. I cry for you, and for me. I cry for all that I've felt, in one passionate night alone. I cry for the ecstasy and utter bliss I've come close to feeling, I cry for you and your sadistic pleasures, I cry for me, the victim of you and your twisted mind… I cry for me, because I can never say No… I cry for you because you are cursed with a pathetic submissive little fuck… and I cry for me because that's just the way you like it.

I wish you would stop. I wish I could tell you to stop. I wish many things that will never be, but most of all… I wish I could scream for you, eternally. You've drained everything within me, and I feel so incredibly weak now… I murmur, in a cracked voice, "I love you…" and the smirk on your face grows wider. You plant a gently kiss on my cheek, lapping up some of the blood still freshly dripping there. //I love it when you lie for me, my Ryou…//

I blink, in a daze of confusion. /Lie…?/

I slowly feel you inside me again. Blots of blood tinge the bed sheets, and I am certain that my insides are torn and ragged now, no use for a master like you. And yet you still persist on taking me, dominating me, just for the sake of it. Just to see me wince in pain, and cry for you, whether in pleasure or agony.

/I… I didn't lie, Bakura…/

//Oh, but you did, my Ryou. You lie for me all the time… and it only pleases me more.//

I lie back onto the bed, the sheets sticking to my body, drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids. I try not to think of what Bakura means by it all… I only close my eyes, let the tears flow, and try to come closer to the edge of bliss. I hear some soft grunts and groans coming from you, and I try to think of how excited and pleased you must be. To think of my own agony will only make things worse for the both of us… so I try to think of how much I must be making you happy.

/Bakura… do I please you?/

//In every way imaginable, my hikari.//

I hesitate, moaning slightly, as an unknown shocking wave of… something, courses through my body. Your slick hands rove my skin once more, pushing yourself deep within me. I shudder, not knowing or liking this strange desire rising within me.

/Do… do you… want me to scream for you, Bakura?/

You lick your lips and gently drag them over my wet skin, devouring my lips along with them. //Yesss… Ryou, do it again… I love to hear your voice…//

My whole body is aching; my throat sore and my skin red… but I will do it again, for you. I will give my body and my soul to you, eternally, even if I am used and left behind. I will still love you… even if I lie.

I gasp in shock, as the strange feeling from before arises once again within me, but more powerful this time. It seems to have a strange control over me, and I feel my body quake underneath you.

I cry out, suddenly wanting more of you, more of that incredible feeling… it's bringing me closer and closer to the abyss.

/Yes… I can feel it… finally…/

Faster, harder, now. I've never felt like this before, clenched, held tightly within your arms. Your embrace is almost like you never want to let me go… I hear you growl softly. My own fast-paced moans and raspy screams are slowly emerging from my mouth.

Cry for me…

I start to scream louder, louder than ever before, as if pleading one last time for the gods to release me, as they laugh at my pitiful attempts. My screaming grows louder and louder, and I can vaguely hear your voice rise distantly with the static and ringing chaotically merging together in my head… and then all is white.

And for one fleeting moment, I feel bliss. I feel as if touched by a god, which is what you are to me. You are my god. You are my savior. For you have finally delivered me to my bliss, my one moment in paradise.

Slowly, I feel you release inside me. My body collapses, my chest heaving. It won't take very long for me to fall asleep upon the bloody bed sheets in exhaustion. And whether or not I lie in your arms doesn't matter anymore to me… I truly love you now, and you cannot tell me that what I say is a lie.

/I love you, Bakura… I truly… truly… do…/

You don't answer, but seem to be just as shocked as I am. You collapse on top of me, drained of energy. And softly, I hear your throaty, growling voice in my mind.

//I love you too… my hikari…//

I lie back, gazing up blindly at the ceiling. I should feel happiness finally, for reaching my moment of ecstasy, and for pleasing you more and more. But all I feel is heartache. Have I lost something in the process? Have I lost your control, your domination, over me?

Have I lost your happiness?

My lip trembles and I gently wrap my cold, wet, arms about you, almost as if to comfort. You have lost something… I don't know how, but you've lost it. This must be my fault. I'm sorry, Bakura… I've done everything for you, everything I could have possibly done… I've wrecked my body, I've tainted my soul, I've chained my spirit to you… but it was all for nothing, wasn't it.

/I'm sorry, Bakura…/

You're eyes are still slightly open, but they are red. Your sharp nails clench onto one of my wounds, puncturing them, and a trickle of blood slowly drips down the side of my waist. I grimace, but only slightly. I love you, Bakura, my sleek black devil, my Master.

I gaze up to the heavens, and I cry… I cry for you.

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A/N: Yeah, so kind of obscure for my first YGO fanfic. Really obscure, especially considering this is my most lemonish fic I've written so far. I'd appreciate some reviews. ^_^ Thanks, people!