Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Rose ❯ Orange Rose ( Chapter 8 )

Rave: Ryou torture!
Treva: Yay!
Rave: This is all I have written out for now so updates might be a bit longer then expected not to mention mm.org is being a bitch and won't let me upload my newest series.
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"Lay still or it's going to hurt."
Ryou whimpered and tossed his head trying to find a grip on reality. Not that it would work. It never did. Seto never gave him enough time to figure out who he was let alone where he was.
Warm hands slid over his thighs as a wet warmth surrounded him again drawing a muffled sound of completion out of him. Ryou fell back weakly and closed his eyes trying to ignore the weight that had settled on his chest.
"Admit it darkling. It's all you think about."
"What is?"
Seto leaned over him ginger colored hair falling around both their faces. "The way it feels. You need someone who can claim you completely. Someone who can make you forget that you're a poor little rich boy who's daddy is never home and when he is he won't even look at you. Of course you know why don't you?"
Ryou buried his face into the others chest hoping to shut him up. He knew what was coming next.
"He wants you darkling. They always do. All of them. Me. Your little whore. You even have your own father under your spell. Must be a nice little power trip for you."
"Don't."
"Poor little darkling. It always hurts you so much to hear the truth. I try to kiss it away and you won't let me. What is it about your pain that makes you cling to it so hard?"
Feather soft kisses across his collar bone lulled him into answering. "I need it. It's the only thing I have."
"You have me."
"I hate you."
"I know you do. That's why I keep coming back. How long did you lust over that little whore before you finally found a way to trick him into your bed?"
"I'm tired. I wanna sleep."
"Sleep then little one. I won't be here when you wake up."
"Stay away from Yugi."
"He's not my flavor dearheart."
Ryou laid as still as he could as Seto's weight left the bed. He didn't hardly dare to breath until he heard the front door click shut. A few shallow breaths later and he was curled up on his blood soaked sheets sobbing for all he was worth.
There were some tears not even Seto could dry forever.