Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Reunited ❯ Battle of Wills ( Chapter 6 )

WARNING: BAKURA X RYOU NCS!

Battle of Wills

Ryou returned home from school with a contented sigh. He was glad the weekend was finally here! He had some extra time to work on his French homework. And he could relax. He invited Malik to come over that night so they could spend some time together and their yamis could have their time alone.

This was the weekend ritual.

Ryou shed his backpack and ran for the fridge for something to eat. He grabbed a bowl of cottage cheese and put some fruit cocktail on top of it for taste.

Bakura appeared suddenly beside him. "What are you doing?"

"Umm…sorry, yami. I was hungry. Do you want something to eat?"

The yami glared at his hikari.

"I can make you something if you're hungry."

The yami let out a growl.

"Umm….master? Are you hungry?"

The yami's lip curled in disgust. "You were too quick to call me 'master.'"

Ryou quickly put the bowl of cottage cheese on the counter. He lowered his head and muttered. "Forgive me, master. I have forgotten my place. Please teach it to me."

Bakura grabbed Ryou's wrist with one hand and dislocated it with a quick twist. The hikari screamed out in pain as the pain radiated through his body.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, master!"

Bakura growled and slammed his knee against Ryou's stomach. Ryou let out a breath of air as the wind was knocked out of him.

The hikari fell to the floor, holding onto the countertop with one hand.

The yami took Ryou's hair and slammed his head into the wooden countertop, causing a big cut on Ryou's right temple.

Ryou fell on his side, clutching his temple.

"You have brass balls forgetting your place, Ryou."

The phone rang.

"Answer it!"

Ryou timidly lifted the receiver. "Hello?"

[Ryou? It's your dad. Is everything okay?]

Ryou felt Bakura grab his hair and pull back.

"Hello……daddy dearest."

[Bakura! Bakura, what are you doing to Ryou this time? Get your hands off of my boy!]

Bakura laughed. "Okay, daddy. I'll get my hands off of him."

Ryou shuddered as Bakura turned him around and violently tugged on his belt.

"Daddy…."

[Ryou, what is he doing to you?]

Tears came down Ryou's face as Bakura slammed him against the wooden banister of the steps.

A piercing cry came from Ryou and Ryou's father growled into the phone.

[Spirit! Get your hands off of my son!]

Ryou let out a pained cry as Bakura laughed.

"In all fairness, daddy boy, my hands aren't ON your son at all!"

[YOU SONOF A BITCH!]

Bakura laughed. "Well, my mother was a bitch. So was my father. But your son is mine. And he is my bitch. Go on, Ryou….tell your daddy what a good little bitch you are to me!"

Bakura shoved his digits further into Ryou's body, making the hikari shudder.

"I'm a good bitch," Ryou sobbed.

Bakura grinned. "That's my boy."

[Ryou! Get out of the house! Go get help!]

Bakura's evil laugh roared through the house as he slapped Ryou across the face. "Your son can't escape me, Steven Bakura! I'm enjoying him. Can't you hear his beautiful screams?"

"Daddy….he won't stop!"

"Admit it, you find me sexy, Ryou!"

[BAKURA! GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!]

Bakura removed his digits. "But I'm not done my fun yet!"

Bakura turned Ryou around and slammed him against the banister. Ryou shuddered as he felt his yami unfasten his pants' buckle.

Ryou screamed as he felt Bakura enter him. "Daddy!"

[Ryou! My son! Get out of the house!]

"Your son is busy getting his brains fucked out by me, Steven! Call back later!"

Bakura grabbed the phone from Ryou's hand and slammed it down hard. "Now that that's over, where was I? Oh, yes……..having my fun!"

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Malik brushed his hair in his bedroom. He changed his shirt as his impatient yami sat on the bed, banging his Millennium Rod against his hand.

"I'm losing my patience, hikari."

Malik put down the brush and bowed. "My apologies, master."

"Why are you taking such care in your appearance? Do you like Ryou Bakura?"

Malik bit his lip and looked away from the imposing yami.

Marik narrowed his eyes and stood up. He held one of the sharp edges at Malik's throat. "ANSWER ME! Do you like Ryou Bakura?"

Malik looked his crazed dark in the eyes. "Umm…..yes?"

The Dark broke into laughter so hard that tears streamed from his eyes. "Look at you! Fallen in love with someone who is obviously out of your league!"

Marik grabbed Malik's collar and held him close. "Do you obviously think that anyone in their right mind would be attracted to you? Huh? Do you think anyone would accept you with that tattoo on your back? The Ancient Scriptures continue to decorate your back! You are a freak, Malik! Nobody could possibly WANT to love you! If anyone wanted to fuck you at all, they would have to be desperate!"

Malik growled at his yami, knowing he would receive a beating for it. "You fuck me! Does that mean you are desperate?!"

Marik threw the Millennium Rod to the side and grabbed his hikari's collar tightly. He slammed Malik into the wall and pressed himself against Malik's body.

A swift punch to the face sent blood flying from the corner of Malik's mouth.

"Do you really want to know the reason why I fuck you senseless? It's because you are so easy to dominate!" The yami licked the trail of blood off of his hikari's lips. "That is why I do it, my beloved little sex toy. And don't tell me you don't enjoy it."

Marik grinned. "I can tell you are enjoying me right now. You like having me pressed up against you, don't you? You just want me to stick it in you and go. Well, I don't want you tonight. I want Itemri. At least he appreciates a good lay! Now….before I really lose my temper…..get the Millennium Rod and let's go."

Marik threw Malik onto the ground and sent his boot into his sides. Malik crawled over to the Millennium Rod on the floor.

Malik clutched the Rod to his chest. 'When will this end?' he whimpered.

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Malik knocked on Ryou's door. Ryou opened the door, placing an ice pack against his temple.

"Oh, my! Ryou, what happened?"

"ISHTAR! GET YOUR SWEET ASS UP HERE!"

Malik shoved his Light into the house. "You two behave down here!"

Marik ascended the stairs as Malik lead Ryou into the kitchen.

"What did he do?"

Ryou started sobbing quietly. He clutched the ice pack so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "He raped me again."

Malik sat beside his friend. "He what? Bakura?"

Ryou nodded silently as growling was soon heard upstairs.

Malik took the ice pack. "Let me see….ouch. That looks like it hurt."

Ryou sniffled. "I was talking to my father when he did it. My father was crying on the phone. I could hear him. I've tried everything to get rid of this thing. Tristan tried getting rid of it and it failed. He won't leave me alone, Malik. The things he said…….were so horrible!"

Malik filled the melted ice pack with more ice and handed it to Ryou. "I'm so sorry, Ryou."

Ryou sniffled. "And now…..Bakura told me…that he wants to get his hands on the Millennium Items."

"Does he want my Rod?"

Ryou nodded. "Yes. He wants your Millennium Rod."

Malik looked down at the Item in his hands. "Well, this is my Item. I hate Marik. He's nothing but a nuisance. But, this is my Item! I've had it since I was ten."

Ryou sniffled again. "I know, but he wants your Rod and he will not quit until he has all of the Items. Do you know Seto Kaiba is holding another tournament?"

Malik poured Ryou and himself a glass of water. "Yeah, it's all over the place. 'Battle City' is its name."

Ryou looked up at his friend. "Malik, you have to leave Domino. I don't want my yami to hurt you."

A lustful moan and a growl came from upstairs.

"Marik will protect me. I am his Light. He is nothing without me. I am nothing without him."

Ryou took Malik's hand. "Malik Ishtar, please! You have to leave here! Domino is not safe for you!"

Malik sat beside his friend at the kitchen table as the sound of the bed creaking upstairs testified to the two yami's violent lovemaking.

"Ryou, I cannot leave Domino. I can't leave you. I can't leave my sister. Marik's tried everything to get his hands on the Millennium Necklace. I told him if I ever see him having sex with my sister, I'll take the fucking Rod and throw it in Domino Harbor. He's tried seducing her, though, for her Item."

Ryou raised an eyebrow. "It didn't work?"

"Isishates his guts for what he does to me. She won't give him anything."

"What if he takes it even if she wants it or not?"

Malik shook his head. "One thing about Marik: he has a soft spot for the ladies. He won't just take what he wants from a woman or anyone else. He prefers being challenged by their refusal."

Ryou sighed. "I just don't want you hurt."

Malik stood up and hugged his friend. "Don't worry about me, Ryou. It's you who concerns me right now. Let's go into the living room."

Malik and Ryou sat on the living room couch. The Egyptian held Ryou in his arms as the white-haired boy quickly fell asleep in Malik's arms.

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Bakura and Marik separated themselves from each other as soon as they had caught their breaths. Bakura turned to his lover.

"You know, Seto Kaiba is at it again. He's got one of the Egyptian God Cards and now he's holding a tournament."

Marik scoffed. "I bet the pharaoh entered that tournament."

Bakura growled. "He did. I'm going to duel him for his Puzzle."

Marik snarled back at Bakura. "I am going to get that Puzzle, Itemri! I need the boundless energy of the pharaoh! I deserve the pharaoh's strength!"

Bakura stood up angrily. "Don't be such a dick! That Puzzle is mine!"

"What if we both duel him? Both of us can't get his Puzzle, you know."

The white-haired yami held his Ring. "You can't get my Ring! This is mine!"

Marik crossed his arms. "You can't have my Rod!"

Bakura laughed. "I just took your Rod for the ride of its afterlife! Besides, I take whatever it is that I want!"

"So, you are going to sign up for that tournament?" Marik asked angrily.

"We're after the same goal. That has always united us in the past. But both of us can't have the boundless energy of the pharaoh!"

Marik grinned. "I will get that energy first!"

"Dream on, Ishtar! That Puzzle is mine!" Bakura ran his fingers through his spiky white hair. "I have a proposition for you, Ishtar."

Marik's hair twitched in frustration. "What is it?"

"I will give you Ryou for one night for free. Do with him as you wish. In return, you will give me your Millennium Rod. If you still want him after that night, it's going to cost you."

Marik chuckled. "You have to be kidding!"

"I'm serious. Now, do we have a deal?"

Marik eyed the outstretched hand. "When can I take Ryou?"

"I took him today. Give the bitch a day to heal. Then you can have him for the night."

Marik grinned. "Okay."

The two yamis shook hands.

[Itemri is not getting my Rod! I love him, but I was destined to possess the pharaoh's Puzzle. I am the rightful heir to that kind of power! The energy of the pharaoh is mine! But Itemri is strong. Standing against him, we are equally matched. I will have to call in reinforcements. And I know just where to get them.]

Bakura narrowed his eyes at the blond. [Ishtar is not getting my Ring! That pharaoh owes me bigtime! He tortured me in that prison! Beat me! Raped me! Starved me! Not even the dogs would lick my wounds and it is all because of the pharaoh! When I get Yami's Puzzle, I will make Yami pay for what he did to me! I love you, Ishtar, but my need for revenge is more important than your aristocratic squabbles. Besides, if I can get my hands on those God Cards, Yami will cower at my feet! We will see who is the 'dog' then! But Ishtar is strong. I cannot stand up against his Rod's power. His Rod can command much more than my Ring. I need backup. This may be modern times, but I can still command the lowlifes of this city! After all, I am the King of Thieves!]