Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Perfect Pain and Suffering ❯ Raining Pain ( Chapter 1 )

Perfect Pain and Suffering

Ch. 2

The Fateful Night

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Hello, everyone! AHHHHHHH I feel weird… this is my first lemon… Ohhhhhh I feel WEIRD. Tell me if it's good or realistic for weird, sadistic psychos! I absolutely wouldn't know, because…

Eh hehhehheh!!!

Well, ONWARD!!!

I guess…

//here is normal thought//

//*here is thought to someone*//

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All through the day, Ryou's Yami had been quiet. He hadn't whispered horrible things to him, hadn't told him he was gorgeous. Hadn't told him that he was going to spoil poor little Ryou. Hadn't told him he was weak. He hadn't done anything, so Ryou stayed bewilderedly quiet all through the school day, with a blank look on he face. He almost felt as if he needed to call out to his Yami, to see what he was doing. To see if he was there. He didn't bother.

//If he doesn't want to talk to me, that's fine by me!// Ryou thought thankfully. He was afraid to be happy, for he was sure his Yami was planning something, or trying to give him a false sense of security.

At the end of the day, when the bell rang for school to end, Ryou sent off for home. A light mist of rain was falling, and the sky was grim and dark. Ryou knew what was going to happen. He wished, no, Prayed, that someone would Stop him. He hoped for Yugi to call his name and invite him over. Damn, he prayed for a bully to come and beat the shit out of him so his Yami wouldn't try anything. He slowed down in the cold, dragging his feet in a desperate attempt to buy some time. If he wanted to, he could just Go over to Yugi's for some "time with a friend". But he didn't.

Ryou walked in to an empty home. Of course, his mother was dead. His father had been gone for two months on an important trip in Russia. He would be gone for another two weeks. Ryou wished that he had marked the calendar wrong, and that his father would walk from upstairs to great him, happily telling him what he had found. No, the house was empty and blank except for the low hum of the refrigerator.

Ryou walked up the stairs, flinching as the third board creaked. He walked in to his room, throwing his heavy school bag to the ground. He then sat down on his bed, eyeing his book shelf uncomfortably.

//*You didn't eat today, Ryou. Why?*// his Yami finally asked, acting as if he cared.

Ryou didn't answer him.

//*Ryou?*// his Yami growled. //*RYOU!*// he finally yelled, causing Ryou to grab his head in pain.

//*I didn't feel like it.*// Ryou thought, quietly. The Tomb Robber then appeared in front of him, shirt gone. Red marks on his chest were the war paint of desperate attempts by Ryou to escape one of his rough kisses. The puzzle dangled just above Bakura's belly button. Ryou uncomfortably swallowed a lump in his throat as his nose began to hurt, began to sting. He was going to cry. His chocolaty eyes shimmered with tears.

//*What's wrong, little Ryou?*// his Yami asked, with a smirk on his face.

Ryou was silent except for his sobs.

//*ANSWER ME!!! WHEN I TALK, YOU ANSWER!!!*// The Tomb Robber yelled once more, causing Ryou to cry harder.

"I… I know what you're g-Going to do to me." Ryou said out loud, through sobs.

//*Oh, we've got ourselves a smart little boy!*// thought Bakura sarcastically to his quivering Hikari. //*You are pitiful.*// he then said on his knees, straight into his shimmering face. //*Lay down.*// he commanded.

Ryou was quivering in spasms, tears fell freely to his lap from his down turned face.

//*I SAID LAY DOWN!*// his Yami screeched, roughly pushing him downward. Ryou laid on his back, face soaked with tears as his Yami removed his own pants, revealing black boxers. The Yami then laid on top of his smaller Hikari, the warmth from his manhood soaking through Ryou's jeans. He held down the teen with one hand, while the other pet his silvery white hair. Ryou whimpered pitifully. //*Cute. Very cute.*// growled the Yami, voice raspy with lust. He forced a rough kiss as Ryou's right leg kicked the air, then withdrew, both panting. He then began to suck on the delicate skin just above his collar bone as Ryou softly cried.

"Why don't you leave me alone?!" choked Ryou through tears of pain. "Please… it hurts…"

"No, you're too delicious…" said Bakura, withdrawing from sucking on Ryou's neck. //*And if this hurts, you are in deep trouble, boy!*// Ryou hopelessly tried to push him away, but Bakura drew an unnoticed knife from the bedside table, which he slid lightly on Ryou's cheek. Ryou whimpered, only causing Bakura to come stronger.

"I… I'm only fifteen…"

"It's time you become a man…" said Bakura, cutting the buttoned shirt off of Ryou, reveling bruises from past encounters with his Yami. Ryou cried stifled cries through the sliced shirt now tied around his mouth. Bakura threw Ryou off of the bed and used his own belt to tie his hands.

"Why?" whispered Ryou through the cloth on his mouth. His cheeks were sparkling with tears.

Bakura picked him up by his arm and threw him on the bed.

"Brace yourself…" he growled.

In almost a ritual, the Dark Half began to slice away strips of denim at the bottom of Ryou's leg, working his way up to his waist. Ryou was afraid to struggle, the knife was so close to his skin he could feel its coolness in a little line, running up his leg. When the jeans were merely a scrap of material, Bakura removed them from around Ryou's delicate waist, reveling Black boxers of his own.

//*Ryou - you have a choice,*// thought Bakura to the frightened teen, scraps of material in his hand. //*You can suit me - which I Promise would feel better, or, I can show you how it's done.*// he finished, tightening the denim in both hands with a sickening cracking sound. Strangely, it seemed as if he cared for Ryou.

//*No! I don't want to!*// cried Ryou, struggling with the belt on his hands. //*Please…*//

//*I'll have to teach you…*// thought Bakura, sickly. Yanking on an arm, he threw Ryou on to his stomach as he undid the belt. Ryou had to lift up his head weakly to not smother in the blankets. He was flipped back over, then Bakura tied his wrists to the bed, but left his legs. He sighed. //*I guess you could say that this is called bondage.*//

Ryou felt that he was going to be sick. He once again began to cry.

//*Please let me Go! Please?*// pleaded Ryou, pitifully.

The Dark Half didn't answer, but merely laid himself on his Hikari and sliced off the shirt. He dropped the knife to the floor, then forced another rough kiss and Ryou's right leg kicked out again. He whimpered once more.

//*This isn't the first time you've kissed me. It's going to get worse.*// informed Bakura, panting. //*It'll be easier if you relax. Much easier.*// he cooed sadistically. //*Hmmm… do you not like it when I kiss you?*// he asked, the most control his voice could be. Ryou whimpered. //*Okay. No more kissing.*//

He pressed his finger on Ryou's collar bone, then eased downward till he was at his nipple. He pinched it, and a wave of pleasure hit the teen. His wide, frightened eyes softened.

//*Yes… Relax…*// cooed Bakura constantly, easing the boxers off the both of them.

Ryou once again became frightened as he realized how close his Yami's manhood and his neglected spot were. Realizing the frightened look in Ryou's eyes, Bakura once again pinched him, making him helpless.

//*You're not saying anything.*// said Bakura to the helpless teen.

//*What do you want me to say?*// Ryou asked, softly.

//*My name. Make it the last thing you'll ever forget.*// groaned Bakura.

"Bakura…" whispered Ryou, forgetting what he was doing.

Bakura pushed himself into the teen, who screamed with pain, then gritted his teeth.

//*RELAX!*// he demanded impatiently. //*I know. I hurts at first, but if you relax it gets better.*// Ryou did so, but whimpered and cried as he went on.

//*Please…*// he whimpered softly. //*Slower…*//

Bakura listened. Ryou's right leg wrapped around one of Bakura's, and one of his hands came free.

//*YAMI! Ohhhhhh YAMI! Harder, Yami, HARDER! PLEASE!*// groaned Ryou. He clawed at Bakura's back with his free hand. Bakura didn't notice. He bit Ryou's neck, Ryou groaned with a painful pleasure.

//*Shit, kid, loosen up!*// demanded Bakura gruffly. //*Tightest kid ever - I swear!*//

Experimentally, Ryou moved his waist in a quick jerk. Bakura went with it. Ryou screamed with pleasure - or was it pain? Bakura didn't care. Ryou was his. Ryou began to sob, the scent of blood and sex hung on the air.

//*Please, Ohhhhhh Yami! Ohhhhhh please Stop. Ohhhhhh…*// sobbed Ryou, confused as his body was. Remarkably, the Tomb Robber listened. He pulled out, spilling himself on Ryou's bed. He rolled off and hit the floor with a dull thud.

Lying on his back, Bakura glanced at the clock, slightly frightened by the coppery blood smell.

//*See, that wasn't as painful as you thought, was it Ryou?*// asked Bakura, caringly. Ryou only whimpered and cried. Bakura stood up, taking his and Ryou's boxers in one hand, and untied Ryou's hand. He placed Ryou's boxers at the end of the bed, looked at the seemingly sleeping boy and the ruined bed, then retreated to his soul room, head hung low.

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Oooohhhhhhhhh I feel WEIRD!!!

I feel unclean…

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE now I'm just happy!!!!!!

Now I'll just Go…

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

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