Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Pharaohs Gift ❯ The Pharaohs Gift-Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

I feel kind of guilty for giving you all those short chapters so here's a longer one I hope you like it too! Very angst and contains lemon (Seto/Ryou) cant say much without giving the story away so read and find out! Please Review!

Seto stopped kissing Ryou, letting him go. Ryou simply fell to the floor as tears escaped his eyes and Seto looked at him confused.

"Why are you not resisting?" Seto asked

"Why bother? Everyone here gets what they want except me. Its not like I could stop you even if I wanted to." Ryou replied shakily.

"Indeed." Seto said smugly.

He once again pulled Ryou into a kiss, he noticed the boy stiffen at his touch but that was all. He placed Ryou on the bed and kissed down his neck removing Ryou's shirt and pants quickly. He stared for a moment looking over Ryou's body. His skin was flawless thankfully Joeys power can remove scars as well; otherwise it wouldn't be so beautiful. He smiled as he let his hands wander all over Ryou's body. Ryou repressed the urge to scream and cry at Setos touch; he didn't want to give that satisfactory. Ryou bit down on his lip as Seto pushed his fingers inside Ryou. Tears breached Ryou's eyes but he refused to cry and only bit harder upon his lip not even noticing the blood that seeped into his mouth. Seto kissed him as he pulled his fingers in and out of Ryou quickly, and actually enjoyed the copper taste of Ryou's blood and smiled evilly. Ryou couldn't stand it much longer and prayed it would be over soon and Seto would leave him alone. A few tears escaped his eyes but he closed his eyes tightly to prevent any others from escaping, as he clenched his teeth. Seto pulled his fingers out of Ryou and straddled him, slowly pushing himself inside as he moaned slightly. Seto couldn't let Yami find Ryou bleeding so he had to take it slow whether he wanted to or not…he didn't need to be in the dungeon with Bakura. Ryou couldn't help but cry out a little when Seto slowly pushed himself inside him, every inch he moved in was agony to Ryou, he knew he was going slow to make sure he didn't bleed, but it hurt much worse than him going quickly. Finally the agony subsided and Seto rested upon Ryou's chest gently sucking upon his neck. Seto began to pump slowly in and out as the pain once again returned to Ryou he began to cry trying his best to stop the tears that flooded down his cheeks, but it was useless. Seto breathed heavily as he exploded inside Ryou who was now pushing against the stronger one in a futile and useless attempt to move him. He pulled Ryou into a rough kiss as he pulled away and slowly got dressed.

"You need to get dressed, I don't think Yami would be pleased to find you like that." Seto said

He walked over to Ryou once more, and gently caresses his cheek kissing him once more before he left Ryou. Ryou sighed relived as he painfully pulled his clothes back on, every movement he made sent pain through his legs. He disregarded the pain it did nothing to help matters as he sat back down on the bed, and Yami walked in.

"Where's Seto?" Yami asked

"Left about five minutes ago sir." Ryou said.

"Don't call me 'Sir' either Ryou…understand?" Yami asked

Ryou slowly nodded as Yami looked at him curiously.

"Are you all right Ryou? You looked a bit flushed." Yami said

"I'll be okay, probably from all the crying." Ryou said

Why didn't I say anything about Seto? Ryou thought but shook the thought away knowing the answer, no proof for one but more so he didn't care and Yami probably wouldn't either so what was the point. Ryou looked up at Yami who was undressing.

"May I ask a question?" Ryou asked weakly.

Yami pulled on a pair of silk pants and looked at him curiously. "What?" He asked

"What have they decided to do with Bakura?" He asked

"He will be imprisoned for one more day then set free…it was decided as self defense Ryou and the only reason we hold him now is because of the mental drama he caused you." Yami said simply

"Why do you do that?" Ryou asked desperately.

"Do what?" Yami asked confused

"Care about me! Why do you care what happens to me! Just the other week I was a worthless piece of property to you, and now you care about how I feel…please Yami choose one…am I a piece or property or a person?" Ryou asked

Yami didn't answer he didn't want to admit his feelings for Ryou even though he admitted them to himself…telling them to Ryou was a different matter.

"Let me ask you a question, if I said I loved you what would your response be?" Yami asked wanting to know if Ryou cared anything for him.

Ryou was silent for a moment. "Sorry." He said softly waiting for a reply.

Yami clenched his fists tightly he had wasted valuable energy on a person who cared nothing for him.

"You are property to me Ryou, and always will be until I grow tired of you." Yami said angrily wanting Ryou to be upset.

Ryou simply nodded knowing that his kindness wouldn't last once he learned how Ryou felt.

"Do you want me to call you Master again?" Ryou asked

"Yami-sama. Not master or sir Yami-sama." Yami said as he lay down.

Ryou was scared for a moment Yami would want to use him tonight but thankfully he fell asleep. Ryou sighed relived as he lay down as well and soon fell asleep.

Ryou walked slowly down the palace hallways, curfew was re installed being late would result in being whipped and raped. Ryou shook his head at himself hoping that one day he would make the Pharaoh so angry he would accidentally kill him; he swallowed nervously as he walked. He looked behind himself and ran straight into Bakura. Ryou was about to turn and run but Bakura grabbed both his arms firmly pressing him against the nearby wall.

"Don't scream Ryou." He said firmly but softly

"Then let me go Bakura…please." Ryou struggled with him.

"Don't do this Ryou…I am sorry for what I did but…"

"Do you think saying 'sorry' makes it all okay?" Ryou looked at him

"No I don't but that's all I can do, and I can not live with you hating me." Bakura said releasing Ryou's arms.

He looked into Ryou's eyes desperately hoping Ryou would forgive him.

"I can't do this Bakura." Ryou said trying to leave but Bakura blocked his way

"Answer me first! I can understand if you never want to see me again but…"

"That's not it! I know you didn't mean to hurt me Bakura…someone was stopping me from calling out to you, if you had heard me I know you would have stopped…I-I do forgive you Bakura but I…" Bakura placed his fingers on Ryou's lips.

"That's all I needed to know." Bakura embraced him.

Ryou allowed his strong arms to hold him gently as he rocked him back and forth. Bakura was finally relived slightly but the he remembered something Ryou said.

"Ryou someone was stopping you from calling to me?" He asked suddenly.

"Y-yes someone was covering my mouth and holding me down so I couldn't stop you from fighting." Ryou said

"Stay here! I'll be right back." Bakura ran off

Ryou smiled softly as Bakura ran away from him. Ryou took a deep breath as he held out and looked at the dagger he took from Bakura's belt. Bakura didn't even notice that it was gone, and Ryou was glad he truly did forgive Bakura and he knew that no matter what he said earlier he still loved him. Ryou took the dagger out of its casing and held it against his skin and prayed for the courage to press down.

That bastard! Bakura yelled as he ran down the hallway, it was all Malik's fault he set up the whole entire plan! It was all him and Bakura wanted to kill him for this. He saw Malik down the hallway and ran faster tackling him to the ground punching him in the face.

"You bastard! It was you wasn't it!" Bakura yelled grabbing him by the collar bringing Malik's face an inch from his own.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Malik yelled back.

"You brought Ryou's father to the Palace didn't you! You wanted me to kill him so that Ryou would hate me and be stuck in a life full of pain! Answer me!" Bakura yelled as he threw him up against the nearby wall and punched him again.

Malik caught his breath for a second "you already know I did it! What the hell else do you want from me?!" Malik yelled barely fazed by Bakura's brutality.

"I want to know why! Why hurt him you were helping him at first why are you hurting him now!" Bakura said stepping away from Malik.

Malik stood up a bit shakily "To keep him away from you." Malik said

Bakura looked at him confused "I don't understand, you better make a point fast before I decide you're not even worth it."

"I was never worth anything to you was I?" Malik said gravely "No matter what I did for you or tried to do I was nothing." Malik leaned against the wall.

Bakura looked at him understanding now.

"You didn't have to go and do something like that Malik." Bakura said his anger fading.

"Of course…there are always alternative plans…but this one almost worked I could tell you how I felt without fear of rejection because you loved someone else." Malik said

"I still love him Malik…why didn't you say anything sooner? If you cared so much?" Bakura asked

"I've known you almost all my life Bakura, I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship…even though I think I've surpassed just jeopardizing it." Malik swallowed

"I'm sorry Malik…even if Ryou was not here I don't think I cold love you…and yes you have put our friendship in great jeopardy because how can I trust you again?" Bakura looked at him.

"Do you believe in forgiveness?" Malik asked

Bakura looked at Malik "Yes…but not yet, you need to earn what you lost back first."

Malik smiled slightly despite the pain. "I can live with that."

Bakura smiled slightly and walked away from him and ran back to where Ryou would be waiting for him.

It hurt, the cold blade cutting into Ryou's skin as blood poured from his slashed wrist and as he placed the blade against his other wrist and proceeded to drag it down and across his arm. Ryou wasn't sure which way was the right way, so he cut them both ways, he felt himself get drowsy as he fell to his knees. He didn't want to go through anymore pain nor did he want to cause anyone pain although with Bakura it was unavoidable…so before this he wrote him a note and was happy he taught him how to read. He clutched the note as his eyes began to feel heavy and he collapsed on the floor.

Don't worry! He's not dead…yet…but anyway what did you think? Review I need to know if people are still reading this. Thanks to all who have reviewed and I hope you do it for this chapter too!