Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Love: Light and Dark ❯ Raindrops on Roses ( Chapter 3 )

::RAINDROPS ON ROSES::

::Warning::

sex! Yay! O.o;; and abuse. Um. Yeah, that's all.

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^_^ oh by the way in case people haven't caught on, I'm not sure if this is confusing people or not, the Yamis' call Ryou bakura `ryou' while Yugi and the gang are calling him Bakura. Why, you ask? Cause I'm a twit. @____@ and another thing that might confuse people. This is slightly Alternate Universe but not entirely. Their past is pretty much the same as the show but I changed a few things to better fit the story. Such as, when is this taking place? I guess after the whole Pegasus thing but what about battle city? I guess the time between the two tournaments are more spread out so there's like a year between the time they get back home and battle city, instead of right away. Also, I dunno whether or not yugi's neighborhood is very populated or not but here it's just a small little place. O.o Just little things. ^_^

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OHHH before I go any further there's something I want to say. Eheheee wow I'm a nerd and should stop throwing random stuffs up here but ish important. I just want to say THANK YOU to everyone who has reviewed so far!!! ^___^ I LOVE YOU! Hehe. It's definitely helping to get me motivated to write more, and quite honestly, I haven't even put as much time into my original novel, "Forget me Lonely" as this one. I have spent more time planning my novel than this, but this I've spent much more time working on writing. So thanks again to all my readers/reviewers/etc.etc. ^___^

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How could he…

Yami Bakura was pissed, to say the very least. Seeing his own Ryou with that pansy of a boy, Yugi, was not exactly on the top of his list of things he wanted to see. Unfortunately, there was so little he could do even though there was so much he wanted to do.

Sure, he could kill Yugi in the most painful ways possible. Maybe set his house on fire while he slept, though he wouldn't get the enjoyment then of being close as he died at his hands. He'd prefer to carve him up and then string his organs around the house as a warning to all who thought about coming near his "property". Maybe he could skin him alive, or cut off each finger, each limb, each organ section by section…

He breathes in sharply and held it. No. He couldn't kill Yugi. As much as he hated to admit it, his Ryou cared for Yugi, and he loved seeing that young boy smile whenever he was with him. The way he was so graceful and carefree with his best friend. How his voice seemed so fluid and void of pain. Something he would never see Ryou show towards him. He had been assured that when he began showing aggression towards his Hikari. But, it was the only way he knew how to show things. Ryou was such a butterfly, the exact opposite of him. They were like mirror reflections. Sure, they looked alike. But, when you got right down to it, they were completely different. So while Ryou only wants love and romance, he always has that need for aggression, pain, despair, and torment. And he loved it. He wasn't afraid to admit it. He loved to hurt those surrounding him. Though, in doing so, his main victim became the one creature that brought him joy. So, no. He couldn't hurt Yugi. If he did that, his little, tainted angel would never smile for him again, even if the smile never truly was for him in the first place.

He stopped walking. He just realized, that after having fled the scene between the two hikari's, he started walking away aimlessly and now found himself in a small ally between a clothing store and a soda shop. Yami Bakura closed his eyes and slumped against the wall, ignoring a small mouse that skittered around his feet before ducking under an old pile of broken down cardboard boxes.

So, I won't kill Yugi. But there is something I will do. Something I've never thought to try before, and never before had the desire to try. Rather then destroy that which he loves, I will try and change who that emotion is focussed on.

He smiled lightly to himself,

Tonight my tenshi. Tonight.

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Ryou and Yami stayed silent for a long while, simply holding each other, Yugi's head lazily resting against Ryou's shoulder as the taller form supported his weight.

"Yugi…" Ryou finally spoke after a long while, speaking into his hair. "I really do care about you…" He could feel the younger boys reaction to his words: the way he curled against his chest. The way he could faintly feel the shift of a smile on the lips pressed oh so close to his collar bone. The tightening of small arms around his waist. So, he continued. "and, I really do want to be with you…" his cheeks tinted pink and he held the smaller form a bit closer as he spoke. There was a delay in his next words.

"But ah…the neighbors are looking at us oddly." There was a collective group sweat-drop.

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Yugi leaned against Ryou's side, and the white haired boy placed his hand on top of the smaller hand. After a small crowd of about five or more people had gathered, they had gone back inside the Moto residence and now were sitting on the same couch Ryou slept on that night..

Their neighborhood was a rather small one where most people knew each other, and nothing big really happened. So, naturally when a couple cute boys were having an emotional moment right where everyone could see them, particularly in front of a shop such as this, it was sure to draw a few eyes. One of those pairs belonged to a very blond friend, Joey, who made his way to the front of the small group so he could watch them with his arms folded across his chest, and he wore that smug look that seemed to say "ha! I knew it!" He didn't say anything, though. He didn't need to. Yugi and Bakura were two of his best friends, and if they were happy together, then by all means they should be together!

Besides, Joey knew Yugi had had feelings for him at one point. Or, at least, discovered it when he told him how he felt for Seto Kaiba. Yugi of course, being the good friend that he was, put on a smile and tried his best to support him in every way that he could. He even went as far as to help him figure out what to tell the older Kaiba brother so he didn't make a complete baka of himself like he would have done on his own. But, he knew it hurt Yugi. He didn't want it to, and tried little as possible to bring up the matter around him, but when it did come up, the look in Yugi's eyes has almost made him want to cry. He wanted to be with Seto so badly, and yet, he didn't want to cause his friend discomfort. Once when he jokingly tried to nudge Yugi into confessing that he had feelings for him, the smaller boy only swatted him playfully and tried to tell him he didn't swing that way, but it was obvious that he did. Far too obvious.

So now, Yugi had finally found someone else to make him happy. His best friend had someone to be with that would make a wonderful partner for him, and he didn't have to worry about bringing up the matter of his dating Seto. Joey just knew that this relationship could be a beautiful thing for Yugi, and could now start helping Yugi's and his own relationship tighten, as there wouldn't be anything to hold back from each other anymore.

Ryou gave Yugi's hand a small squeeze as he shifted on the couch to look into his eyes. Yugi did the same, and their gaze locked, each soft and yet intense as they had the same subject in mind, and both with a different viewpoint on the matter. "You know, Yugi…" Bakura's voice was a whisper in volume as he spoke, partially trying to hide his words from his Yami even though if he were to find out about these happenings, he would have already known about it. "If we have any kind of relationship…it will be incredibly dangerous for you…"

Yugi nodded, fully aware of all possible consequences. "I don't care if anything happens to me. I care about you, Bakura. I'm not scared. If your Yami does anything to me…It's fine. I'm not going to let him effect us"

Ryou's thumb brushed across the back of the hand within his palm, tracing over the knuckles, rubbing back and forth soothingly. "But Yugi, if anything happens to you…I really don't know what I'd do. I can't stand the thought of my own Yami hurting you, and we both know if he sets his mind to it, he'll stop at nothing to accomplish just that."

"He hurts you, Bakura. You need a break from that, even if that means directing it towards me. Don't worry, I don't think he'd do anything too cruel, and if he does…well I've made it through tougher situations-" he paused before smiling lightly and continuing. "-We have, and we'll make it through this, too. I promise! I told you I'd be here to help save you from your yami. Have I ever broken a promise to you?" Ryou shook his head and Yugi nodded, planting a kiss on his shoulder. "We'll make it, Bakura, and we'll both be fine. I've dealt with your Yami many times, and I've always come out the victor. This wont be any different."

Yugi seemed perfectly satisfied with the plan, and yet, Ryou was skeptical. He knew Yugi was right about one thing. He didn't lose often, and when he did it was because someone cheated. The thing was, his Yami wasn't exactly someone who liked to play fair, and quite honestly, Yugi didn't know his darker half nearly as well as he did. Maybe the spirit wouldn't kill Yugi. It was possible he wouldn't even hurt him. But fact of the matter was, Yami was not going to be happy with their to-be relationship no matter what way you looked at it, and an angry, ex-tomb-robbing spirit was not a fun one to deal with.

As much as he wanted to explain that to Yugi, the boy seemed so happy, and he couldn't help but take in how adorable he looked with those radiant eyes and bright smile that melted away all other cares. He couldn't help but smile himself as he cupped a hand over Yugi's cheek. "I trust you Yugi. Just, please, be careful alright? There are things you just don't understand about hi-"

"Of course there are…" he leaned his cheek against the gentle hand, "There are always things you don't know about people. I'm sure there are even things about you I don't know. But, we can't waste time worrying about the things we don't know, or else we won't notice everything else we can learn, and we'll miss a lot that way!" Yugi closed his eyes and sighed happily. "You shouldn't worry. Things will turn out fine, just as they always do"

So optimistic…and so beautiful…he looks so positively fragile like a ceramic doll. He just doesn't understand. But, maybe he doesn't need to…maybe he's right. Maybe it will work out alright…

"You're right Yugi. Just…do me the favor and be extremely careful, alright? I can't bare the thought of anything happening to you."

"I will. I promise Bakura."

The two were put at ease and set the conversation aside. Instead, they proceeded to chat about other things, new subjects popping up sporadically, covering all sorts of possible conversations from daily news to duel monsters. The pair talked for what seemed like hours, and quite literally, were hours. It wasn't until Ryou finally took his eyes off his angel and gazed out the window that he noticed the stars collecting in a darkening sky; little pin pricks of light against the vast blanket of cobalt-blue.

He took a sharp breath and quickly looked back to the smaller form. "I have to get going…"

"Bakura? Why, what's wrong?"

"… it's nothing. I just have to-"

"It seems like something" he looked at him seriously, a bit of worry becoming quite apparent. "Tell me, please?"

Bakura looked away from him. He shouldn't tell him. He just shouldn't. It would worry him too much. It would be wrong to tell Yugi that he was going home to see his Yami who would probably just rape him again. Yugi probably would insist on him staying at his place, and he just doesn't understand how much more trouble that would cause then good. As much as he hated to admit it, the safest place for him to be right now was in his spirit's arms. At least he wouldn't be angry with him for disobedience, added, not going to see him would be like automatically telling him the deal was off, and that's the last thing he needed at the moment. If there was a chance of coming to a humanly possible agreement with his darker half, then he was going to do everything in his power to complete the deal, rather then piss him off by not showing up.

"Yugi…" Bakura slipped his arms around the smaller boy's neck, letting out a faint sigh. "earlier you basically said some things are best left unknown. About everyone, including me. This is one of those things." He kissed the bridge of his nose. "If you trust me Yugi, have faith in me. I'll be fine." He gave him one of his softest smiles, one that relaxed the young king of games. "and maybe I will explain later. But for now, I need to go. I'll come see you again tomorrow and maybe we'll go do something?" Yugi nodded and sank into his arms. "alright. Well, bye Yugi." There was a silence between the two where they seemed happy to be together, and yet there was a slight uneasiness. Ryou drew back a bit, thinking, a faint blush spreading across his pale cheeks, and then finally he made a move he had been wanting to make for so long. He kissed him. With a swift, sweeping motion he captured the more innocent lips with his own in the most gentle way he could and knew how to, not wanting to startle or scare away the boy he had loved from a distance for so long, and, for the first time, he'd enjoyed a kiss. All the other's he'd received were from his Yami, and they were all rough, dominating, and usually painful. But for once, now that he'd initiated it with someone he had feelings for, it had felt good. The taste, the feel, the warmth, it was all so reassuring that this wasn't all just a dream, and brought him new confidence that he could truly someday be free. He was alive. For the first time in a long time, he truly felt alive.

The smaller boy had made an almost feline sound from beneath him, leaning upwards into the kiss, fully accepting of the contact, receiving a very similar sensation that made him feel like he'd never felt before. It was his first kiss, and a good one at that. Everything about it made him feel warm and happy, like someone truly loved him. He knew many people cared for him as friends. Jounouchi, Anzu, Honda (I'm going to use the Japanese names from now on - A.H.Dawning), and others but now he felt as though he truly understood the meaning of what love was, and he knew someone cared about him. It was the most unbelievable thing he had ever felt, but the only problem was, it didn't seem to last long enough. Soon after it had begun, Ryou had pulled back, leaving him slightly stunned.

Ryou smiled at him one last time before turning and running out before Yugi could utter another word. Little did he know, neither of the two would smile very much within the next twenty-four hours.

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Good. It's not too late. The sun is gone but not forgotten, so I don't think he'll be angry with me. Odds are, I wont get too much sleep this night anyway, so, we'll have the entire night together.

He winced.

Gee, now isn't that a comforting thought?

He opened the front door of his home, lightly biting his lip, preparing to get sprung as soon as he entered or get blasted by harsh words. But rather, he received none of the sort. He peaked in and found complete silence, and near-complete darkness.

Odd. It seems a little too quiet in here…

He opened the door a little further when he noticed a faint glow bubbling in the darkness. A second glance, and he realized it was more then one. Little lit candles burned a swaying path to the stairwell.

Candles? You've got to be kidding me. This can't be the work of my Yami, could it?

He sighed and decided to follow the candles anyway, each little flame doing it's own exotic dance as it showed him the way, leading him up the staircase and to the attic door. He placed his fingers to the doorknob, fingering the cool metal as he closed his eyes.

God. This is it. Just open the door.

That's just what he reluctantly did. He nervously turned the knob and pushed his way in, and was even more surprised at what he saw here than by the candles.

The attic no longer smelled of dust and mold, rather, it was filled with an overwhelming aroma of sweet roses that washed over him immediately upon entrance. The wood floor that had once been gray with dust now shone auburn-gold beneath the light of red-wax candles, and the spare bed against the wall was now dressed in red sheets. Even the once bare attic window was draped with red curtains to match.

Though, what mystified him the very, very most was a rose that lay in the center of the bed. His eyes widened a moment as he slowly approached the flower. Ryou knelt on the edge of the bed, and careful not to get pricked by a thorn, he took the rose into both hands.

Confusion. That was the only word to describe how he felt right now. This couldn't be the work of his darker half. They hated each other; he'd never do something as romantic and sweet as this. He closed his eyes and brushed the petals of the rose against his cheek.

Why…

From behind him he could hear the sound of a door being closed followed by the cold arms that slid around his waist. Ryou jumped a bit, a thorn slashing his thumb and drawing forth a bead of crimson. The rose fell from his grasp and gracefully tumbled to the floor.

His back pressed against something as the arms around his waist tightened. "You're bleeding, my tenshi."

`my tenshi'. The words rang in his head and his gut churned. Only one person would … like that … like this …

"Yami…" his voice was just a whisper and filled with so many questions he wanted to ask but was yet to speak; breath uneven as a sudden ball of fear welled in the pit of his stomach, threatening to explode.

"Shh…" the breath was against his ear like a warm breeze, so gentle and soothing like it so often wasn't. The arms around him were beginning to warm with their contact with his belly, making the icy grip a little less intimidating.

A larger hand took his own bleeding one into it's grasp and was pulled to damp lips that lie behind his shoulder. His bleeding thumb was taken so gently into that moist heat and he, for the first time, relaxed to his Yami's touch. This was the first time he was gentle, and ever so at that. He never knew the ex-tomb-robber had it in him, but obviously he did, somewhere. Ryou closed his eyes and his breath softened.

The skilled tongue cleansed the hikari's wound of the crimson before letting the smaller hand fall free from his grasp. "That's my good little angel. Be obedient for me." The smaller form shivered within his grasp, but he did nod, sending graceful, feather-like strands of white cascading over his pale cheeks.

Though, he was disgusted with himself for not fighting, it felt so easy just then to give in. Lately, nothing ever came easy. He had to work so hard for everything, including his life when the pain was too much or bleeding came to an extreme. Falling asleep at those times was probably the hardest part to avoid. It would be so simple to lie back and fall asleep: to give in and not wake up again, so finally he could taste freedom through the after life. He truly had no steady belief in religion; his opinions changed on nearly a daily basis. But whether it was heaven or hell, a new life or a steady sleep, he didn't care. It felt often like it didn't matter, as long as he was free, but he knew he couldn't give in. He had his friends. He had Yugi. He could never make the boy go through losing a close friend.

Now it was easy to give in, and he was tired of fighting. He didn't want to struggle against his darker half; not tonight. It didn't hurt, aside from being reluctant to sleeping so semi-willing with someone after what had gone on between him and Yugi earlier, but he would submit. Yugi didn't need to know about this.

And then he was on the bed. With a swift, gentle movement, his Yami had swept him up and laid him down into the fresh, soft, crisp sheets. His hips were straddled with hands on his waist that trailed along his sides to lift his shirt.

"So much pretty…" the words bubbled against his skin from the lips pressed against his belly. Yami pulled the shirt over Ryou's head and carelessly dropped it to the floor before pulling back to admire the little Hikari and smiling faintly at the pink-blushing skin. "I only wish you were always this calm and obedient. It would make things so much easier; for both of us. Don't you think?" When there was no response to his question, aside from a slightly vacant look in little Ryou's eyes, he continued in a far gentler tone. "It's alright. I figure, then, I will merely savor this one time with you"

Ryou wasn't the only one fighting inner turmoil. Rather, so was the darker half. He had to suppress every one desire to lash out at the boy or to do as he so often did. It was so natural to abuse the child like some rag doll and no matter how much he felt it wrong, it felt so right. Stress was gone. Pain was gone. Any possible and faint longing to be that which he desires so, gone. All he needed was his toy: his Ryou, and it all went away. But now as he lay here with his hikari, it became a strain to be gentle and sweet, because it's not the kind of thing he's experienced or shown throughout so many years; hundreds, and simply remembering the definition of tenderness was a difficult task. The only thing that reminded him of it was the fine example lying warm beneath his body.

Yami placed a light kiss against the bare skin, drawing a small, almost silent sound from Ryou's lips and though it was barely detectable, the single noise drove the spirit to wanting more of those little noises. He burned a trail of hot kisses to his navel which he explored with his tongue for only a moment before continuing south. His fingers were already at work to unfasten the pants which he then slid carefully down to reveal flawless, pale thighs to him.

Ryou shifted just slightly, trying to hide the inevitable moan that threatened to escape from his throat. This only made the Yami want to hear those sweet sounds even more, and he carried his feather touch lower till his lips swirled their way along his inner thigh. His hikari parted his legs a bit to give him a little more room to work and tightly clasped the clean, red sheets beneath him within his fingers.

"Nn… hah… Yami…"

Strong hands gently grasped the quivering thighs and pulled them further apart. He nipped lightly at the delicate, soft skin, leaving innocent teeth marks behind, and each cause a different, delicious little sound.

He made his way closer to the elongated prize between those beautiful thighs, breathing in his scent; taking in the smell of his ecstasy. Kami-sama… it was enough to… to… he brushed his lips against the heated rod, bringing another erotic noise to tumble from Ryou's lips, but before he could continue, there was a slightly less pleasing sound.

"Matte Matte…Gomen Yami…" he frowned some and tilted his head away. "It's just…I…"

The darker half cocked his head a bit. "Nani? Don't try and tell me you don't like it, because I know you do…"

Ryou half glanced at him and then back to the sheets again. "You see, here in lies the problem…" Ryou was a bit surprised when he heard a faint laughter from his darker half.

"You complain when I hurt you…" he left his place between his legs and straddled his chest; his face inches from Ryous. "and you whine when you enjoy yourself. Is there anything that doesn't upset you…" he paused as he used a single digit on Ryou's chin to level his eyes with his own, then placed a light kiss against his lips. "…or do you just like to taunt me?"

Ryou shrugged a bit. "Well maybe I'd be a little more willing to give myself to you if you were like this more often, rather then just raping me…" he blushed a dark shade of crimson that covered the bridge of his nose and burned it's way down the back of his neck.

A kiss from the darker half soothed the reddening. "Don't think of it as rape, sweetling. Think of it as…" he smiled darkly, "Masturbation. After all, we're nearly the same"

He received a small glare.

"You're right as far as the outside goes - we look alike. But as far everything else, we're completely different. Before, you told me… you can have anything you want even if you need to use force…well… well I can get almost anything I want through being nice! And, I have something you'll never have: Human emotion…"

For a moment, Yami looked as though he'd just taken a bullet to the heart, but he shook it away and continued in a light, though slightly malicious tone. "Maybe…and yet… I have the one thing you want the most yet can't have…" Ryou looked as though he were about to say something, but before any words could leave his lips, Yami leaned down to purr into his ear. "Your freedom…"

The angel was silenced by the words, the words equally wounding him as his did the spirit, though Yami hid his feelings a whole hell of a lot better than Ryou did. He placed another kiss on his lips.

"Don't worry about that for now. Let's continue. I want you to forget everything else for right now."

The following silence was enough to assure his acceptance. Yami smiled faintly and left his chest to return to his previous spot between his legs, as soft digits touched the rod which fully stiffened to his touch, and causing the loathsome and bothered expression to soften and redden under his attempts to hold back any signs of his enjoyment.

That just wouldn't do.

Yami took the chance now to take the hardened meat into his grasp, gently pumping it within his palm and forcing a small moan from the smaller form beneath him. Ryou's breath grew slightly jagged as he struggled to keep control of himself. Kami sama…it felt so good…which is something he hated to admit after all this time.

"That's it, my little tenshi. Be a good boy for me" he pressed a kiss to Ryou's throat which caused another beautiful sound to surface.

The darker half began to probe the smaller boy's entrance, inserting two long digits at once, while taking great satisfaction in the way Ryou tossed his head back into the pillows, desperately trying not to cry out.

"beautiful…" he murmured, far too quiet to reach the ears of his hikari. "so, incredibly beautiful…" He pressed in a third finger after the muscles relaxed some, Ryou continuing to hold himself back, now by biting his lower lip. He could already feel himself getting so close to release through the stimulation his Yami was providing, and through his reactions, said Yami must have gotten the hint because moments before he had reached a climax, he pulled away and removed himself from the bed.

Ryou looked up with hazy eyes, curious as to why he'd left so abruptly. He watched as his darker half made his way over to the oak dresser next to the bed and pulled open the top drawer, dipping his hand inside and retrieving something so small that when he closed his hand around it, it became completely hidden from his watchful gaze. The bed shifted once more as Yami sat back down on it and again positioned himself between his legs, carefully dropping what looked like a small bottle onto the sheets. He stripped: removing every article of clothing and tossing it in a small pile next to the bed.

There was silence for a short time before the Yami had decided he'd speak once more. "Ryou?" his voice was soft and much like a whisper, and only after Ryou responded with a small, questioning hum did he continue. "If you could have anything…what would it be?"

Ryou looked surprised at him, wondering why he would ask such a thing. An answer could be both to his advantage just as well as it could work to his disadvantage, and so there was no response as he hadn't wanted to risk threatening the thing he wanted most.

Though, the spirit was persistent in finding an answer, and rather then asking again, probed into his mind: their thoughts flowing together as he pushed into his wants, dreams, and desires, and there was no resistance from his light. But, it wasn't hard to find the one thing that stood out from everything else. Sure, he'd wanted freedom, friends, love, but what he wanted most could not be mistaken.

"It's yugi, isn't it…" he stated it more as a fact than a question.

Ryou looked away. "you wouldn't-"

"-wouldn't hurt him? No…I wont…it doesn't matter what you do. I don't care so much about that, as long as I know you're mine." He brought a kiss to his belly. "Gomen… for asking. I just felt the need to know." Ryou could see his Yami lift the bottle from the sheets and remove the cap. He could smell a sweet fragrance almost immediately. Scented oils? Yami dribbled it over his fingers which he then pressed against his entrance, sliding inside of him once more. He gasped. Yami had done many things before, but among them, lubrication was not one. It was as though he actually remotely cared all of a sudden. But that was…impossible.

The spirit leaned over him as he continued to, for the second time, probe his over abused partner, while pressing warm lips together. He could feel his hikari quivering beneath him. Ryou willingly parted his lips, as if imploring his Yami to taste him more, and the darker half was all to ready to comply as he pushed his tongue into his mouth. He explored the wet cavern, tracing the back of his teeth, meeting his tongue, and savoring the sweet submission.

Ryou whimpered lightly. It was all becoming a little too overwhelming, and he felt the need for release. It seemed his Yami could sense his eagerness to advance further, seeing as how he then removed his fingers from the warmth. He pulled away from the kiss, long enough to lube his own member with the oils, and when he found himself fully prepared, he leaned back over the hikari and let his hardened rod press firmly against his rear, which drew another small gasp from the light. With that, he thrust into him, and before Ryou could make a sound, he captured his lips again and continued what they had started, tangling their tongues together in a wet mess.

The hikari closed his eyes tightly, gasping a bit, sphincter clenching tightly around the hard, invading member, desperately trying to get use to the feel, though for some reason, it hadn't hurt as badly as usual. Sure, there was some pain, but it was nothing in comparence to all the other times. It was then that he felt like he was being torn in two; ripped, shattered, and able to see only black and white. But it was now that it only felt intimate, and was like nothing he had ever felt before. The pain only added to the pleasure, and when his darker self had decided he was ready, the gentle pulling and pushing threw him into an intense, blinding aphrodisia.

Ryou tried his hardest to hold back from crying out, which made it hard to keep from biting the spirit's tongue. Unfortunately, the more he kept from making noises, the more Yami Bakura had wanted to hear them. There were only a few small, stifled moans and each one brought him further to the brink of insanity.

He grunted lightly and broke the kiss, looking over Ryou who was now panting. His eyes were opened just slightly, as were his kiss-swollen lips, creating a most erotic sight. The yami smiled faintly. "Ryou…let me hear you." He leaned closer to his ear, nibbling at the lobe and whispering warmly against his skin. "sing for me"

With that, he did: tossing back his head and letting out a long cry of pleasure which caused an involuntary one from his yami as well.

"ah… ha..Ya..mi..onegai…don't be afraid of hurting me…I need…ha.." he closed his eyes, unable to speak any more coherant words, but his darker half got the picture and plunged deeper into him, pulled back to nearly the tip, and thrust back into Ryou somewhat roughly, which only created another cry from the white-haired angel. There were tears almost visible in his eyes, though much unlike he'd ever shown before. Far unlike so many others, these tears were not of pain, hate, anger or loathing. These were created from the near overwhelming amount of pleasure that caused his thoughts to clutter and his body to be sent into a fire of passion.

Noticing this, the spirit brought his lips to his angel's chest and captured an erected nipple between his pearly white teeth, nipping at the swollen flesh; tongue lashing out to taste and please. As for his hand, it dove down to capture Ryou's hardened member and he began pumping it with tender strokes to the rythem of his thrusts within the confines of his palm.

It had all become too much. Ryou's fingers tangled themselves in his yami's hair, he tossed his head back into the pillow which sent a shimmer of tears flickering off his cheeks, his lips parted as if to let out one last cry but no sound escaped, and with the ministrations of his Yami and an arch of his back, he hit his climax. His seed fell gracefully over the spirits fingers and delightfully spattered their stomachs. The resulting contracting and spasm of the sphincter caused the Yami to almost simultaneously hit his own climax, and with a guttural sound, he came: thick seed now coating his sweet little tenshi's innermost walls.

He closed his eyes and withdrew himself gently, panting ever so slightly as he released the sore nipple from his mouth. Yami bakura sat beside Ryou as his hikari tried to collect his thoughts that had become scattered before finally shifting his big, brown eyes innocently onto his darker self.

"Ryou?" The yami finally murmured after a short, awkward silence.

He cocked his head to the side some and lofted a brow. "Yes?"

There was another pause before the ex-tomb-robber finally continued, averting his eyes from the innocent ones that burned through his skin, then he shamed himself for letting himself become weak enough as to feel that way. "don't hate me?" He said gruffly, as if it had been painful to even speak such words.

Ryou blinked a few times, not fully understanding, but finally pinched his lips together as he tried to find an answer that would neither upset the spirit or give him false hopes, and if he lied, he'd know, so he'd have to be at least close to the truth.

"… I don't know." He finally murmured, though obviously he had some sort of opinion on the matter or he wouldn't have continued talking. "You see…you've hurt me on so many occasions…it's hard to just forgive. You've destroyed my spirit…and no matter how many times you try to make it up…I'm still…dead on the inside…" he pouted some, hoping that his Yami wouldn't take it offensively, though he didn't understand why he would. After all, he never cared about his feelings before, right?

Wrong.

Almost immediately after the final words left his lips, he found a hand hard across his face. He winced and tilted his head away, waiting a moment before looking up to meet an angry pair of eyes gazing down at him. Only there was something else mangled within the sudden flare of hatred in his eyes. Hurt?

Why should he have taken offence to that? An amount of fear surfaced in his own eyes. He just told him the truth. If he hadn't, he would have known anyway, and no matter how much his body tries to tell him otherwise, his heart, mind, and soul knew the truth - he could never care for his Yami.

He struck him again; much harder, which caused him to spill from the bed to the floor. Involuntarily Ryou curled into a small ball on his side, close to the bed; a usual reaction for him when he wanted to avoid blows to his face and stomach. He listened for the footsteps as his darker self climbed from the bed, shivers racing along his spine. His body screamed at him to get up and run but he didn't: he couldn't. Obedience - he must stay and take his punishment like a good boy. That's the rule he'd learned to live by over the time he grew to better know his Yami.

Then came the dreaded footsteps he'd been hatefully waiting for. He'd watched through protectively held arms as the spirit walked along side him, and using the ball of his foot, he'd pressed it against Ryou's side and rolled him onto his back, causing his ball to unfold from lack of abdominal strength. Following, there was a knee nestled in the center of his collarbone as the spirit knelt half on the floor, half on his chest. Ryou winced at the powerful breathing that inched closer and closer to his face, accompanied by a dark, almost maniacal laughter.

"Sweet tenshi. Did you really think I was serious? What kind of idiot do you take me for? You're far too gullible. I suppose you think I did this because I have feelings of some kind for you, too, don't you?" he grinned wildly. "All because red represents love and all that, right?" he added sarcastic emphasis on the word `love'. He leaned forwards further. "It's ironic that people think of it that way, since red also represents anger…hatred…blood. Everything here is red…to match that which you will soon spill."

He hit him again…and again…and not just his face, either. Kicks and fists struck bruisingly all across his body, and one that got boring, then came the whip that was hidden carefully within the bottom-most drawer of the dresser which left bleeding, scarring trails across once flawless skin.

Though, through what seemed like hours of being beaten, whipped, having hot wax from the candles drizzled over his skin, more rapings, knives: all which left him next to a mutilated pulp on the floor, he never cried. He couldn't. He was too confused and too hurt to shed tears. Too broken. It didn't matter any more. Nothing mattered any more. Just Yugi. After so many times of being wounded, he became numb to the pain, and all he could focus on was Yugi. That was the only thing that he remotely cared about. Then once his the spirit was finished, he leaned close to his ear, whispering hoarsely as he licked the poor boy's blood of the cold, metal surface of the blade of the dagger. "Ryou…I swear to you…move from this spot and both you and that little scrap of a human being you seem so fond of will be relieved of your mortal coils, and you know I'd do it, too. Don't ever doubt me" With that last threat, proud of his work, he stood and left the room, leaving a shivering Ryou on the floor in his own pool of blood.

After all was said and done, and Ryou was left in a great deal of unrecognizable pain on the floor, the boy closed his eyes and shuddered. He couldn't understand. Why did Yami hate him so much? Why was it he couldn't just be a normal kid like all his friends? Why couldn't he have a Yami like the one of the millenium puzzle? This sudden outburst of hatred…anger…it was so sudden…just because he said he could never love him. It was like he cared. Like he…he…cared? He did? Ryou grinned faintly, ignoring the new stinging pain that seared through his lower lip due to a rather large split that cracked open He cared. His Yami cared about him, and he'd hurt him by telling him he'd never return those feelings.

For once, he'd finally felt like he'd won. He'd taken a blow to his Yami's heart. Ryou knew his own wounds would heal with time, but his darker half would have to live the rest of his borrowed, non-existent life knowing he would never be loved by the person he cared about most. It was a most satisfactory feeling. He'd won.

Yet, he knew it wasn't finished: not by a long shot. He knew though he won this battle, the war was far from over. This would be further known in time, as long as he could live through the night.

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EEEEE My god I can't believe I did that to my poor Ryou!! ~snuggles him~ FORGIIIIVE MEEEEE!!!

Ryou: * koff * x.x fine…but…you're…stranglingme

A.H.D.: Oh… right… sorry ^_^;;; ~lets go~ Don't hate me Ryou fans, I wove him too x.x don't worry, he will LIIIVE! ( ^.~ someone dies next chapter, though! Be warned now )* CACKLE * * koff* ermm yeah anyway.

Anyway. I'm so sorry this took me so long to post!! I totally lost my motivation to write * sniiiiiiffle* u.u so that's why the end sucks and stuff. Cause like yeah. ~nodnods~

Disclaimer:

I don't own yugioh. Baka. -.-

Translations: Onegai - please (?), Matte - wait, gomen - Sorry