Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted-The Other View ❯ Twisted ( One-Shot )
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By: Vapidbreath 
There is a thin line between pain and pleasure. There is an even thinner line between love and hate. Please check out the first Twisted. It is in Bakura's POV.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.31.2004 | Updated On: 08.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 555 | Status: Completed
There is a thin line between pain and pleasure. There is an even thinner line between love and hate. Please check out the first Twisted. It is in Bakura's POV.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.31.2004 | Updated On: 08.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 555 | Status: Completed
Title: Twisted
Author: Vapidbreath
Disclaimer: I do not own YGO or any other anime.
Type: Angst/Romance
Warning(s): This story contains yaoi, sadism, masochist, and suicide.
Summary: Ryou decides to die the only way he's known to live.
Author's note(s): This is Twisted but in Ryou's POV.
Twisted
Once a man said that I was like a candle. He said that I stood tall with a fiery compassion. That I still glowed even when the strongest winds blew my way.
He didn't even know me.
Bakura was my candle holder. He helped me stand tall. He protected me when wind tried to blow away my light.
No one understood I wanted it. I needed it. I loved it. I craved it. Bakura gave it to me. The pain I begged for. The pain he promised to give me. He always kept his promises.
I needed something that told me I was alive. I was tired of not being able to feel anything. Not happiness, sadness, anger or joy.
Only pain. Only what Bakura gave me.
No one noticed how I was changing. How my smiles always faded quickly. How my eyes didn't sparkle. How my laughter of joy never sounded joyful. How I always wore turtle necks and long sleeved shirts to cover the purple bruises on my pale skin.
No one cared. No one but Bakura.
That day, I came home and found Bakura sitting on the couch. I threw my bookbag down and proceeded to take off my jacket. He noticed I was home and stood. He walked to me and pulled me to him by the front of my shirt. The moment we were chest to chest he hungrily attacked my lips.
He pushed me backwards until I was sandwiched between the wall and his body. My hands roamed his back and chest as his hands did the same to mine. My eyes opened wide when one of his hand stopped at my neck and tightened.
My body shook with the need for air. Then he released me. I dropped to the floor taking in the air greedily. It was short lived as the wind was knocked out of me. I lay near the wall clutching my stomach as he kicked me again. I was then pulled up by the tugging of my hair and fell against the wall as his fist connected with my face. Then the sound of bones breaking rang in my ears.
I closed my eyes and flinched away as his hand again neared my face, After nothing happened I opened my eyes to see his hand still near me. He brought his hand to my jaw and caressed the bruising skin. I cool feel the coolness of his fingers reach my lip. My tongue slid between parted lips and gently licked away the blood covering a finger.
Taking his hand away it began a journey across my chest. Feeling the exposed skin between the rips in my shirt. His head lowered, licking the skin around my exposed nub before attacking it. He teased it with light licks, nibbles, and sucks before biting down on it. I couldn't hold back the moans, gasps and groans it caused.
I was a bit taken aback when I was pushed against the wall. I recovered as his tongue was shoved down my throat. I was only slightly bothered by the sound of Amane's picture hitting the ground. He pressed our bodies closer and I moaned as I ground our organs together. I whimpered softly as his nails dug into my hips stopping our movements.
He ripped off the remains of my shirt and licked downwards along the exposed skin. Reaching my naval, he licked and sucked the area around it. Once he came close to the rim of my shorts he yanked them down. I slowly stepped out of the article of clothing. I learned not to wear boxers around Bakura early. Noticing that his head was still lowered my hands immediately went to his silver locks. His head went lower. Just above my aching manhood. I fought back a moan as his nose brushed the area covered by silver hairs. My hands tightened their grip on his hair. My fingers trembled lightly and almost lost their grip when teeth pierced in to my inner thigh. Bakura gently soothed the fresh wound with his tongue.
He slowly moved over to my arousal. Licking from the base to the tip, then taking me completely inside his moist cavern. 'Kura sucked me hard and fast. I bucked mindlessly into his mouth while pulling roughly on his hair. Rather quickly, I came inside his mouth. Taking my milked organ out of his mouth, Bakura stood up. He kissed me hard, forcing my mouth open. Once it was open he filled it with my own come. I swallowed it all like a good little boy.
Before I knew it, I was pushed to the floor on all fours. I stayed in the dog like position patiently. I listened to his shirt being thrown to the floor. I listened as I heard a zipper being slowly pulled down. I listened as I heard leather pants drop to the ground.
I felt 'Kura kneel behind me. He placed his hands in the same spot his nails had left marks before. In one quick motion, he thrust inside of my heat. For a moment all I felt was sheer pain. Each thrust was more pain. Quickly the pain dulled and was replaced with pleasure. Incomprehensible, pleasure. I could feel myself bleeding as Bakura pulled out and thrust back in.
It felt so good. So unbelievably, good. I loved the sound of Bakura's grunts, groans, and moans. I screamed and moaned each time in response.
Bakura leaned over me so that his chest was lightly touching my back. He kissed any skin he could reach. Whispering words into my ear.
"You're so fucking tight, hikari."
"So much pleasure, slut."
"Are you ready?"
I couldn't speak. There was so much pleasure. Instead, I nodded. He grabbed a hold of my dripping member and began to stroke it roughly. I came right then. In hard, violent squirts. My entire body shuddered, with Bakura yet to release. He grabbed onto my hair, pulling it as hard as he could. I disappeared into darkness with the feel of Bakura's seed making me whole. It was finally over.
If I'm anything like a candle...I'd rather burn out than fade away.
As for Bakura. He'll still be a candle holder. Empty and fighting off the cold bitter wind. With nothing to hold on to...
END
Author: Vapidbreath
Disclaimer: I do not own YGO or any other anime.
Type: Angst/Romance
Warning(s): This story contains yaoi, sadism, masochist, and suicide.
Summary: Ryou decides to die the only way he's known to live.
Author's note(s): This is Twisted but in Ryou's POV.
Twisted
Once a man said that I was like a candle. He said that I stood tall with a fiery compassion. That I still glowed even when the strongest winds blew my way.
He didn't even know me.
Bakura was my candle holder. He helped me stand tall. He protected me when wind tried to blow away my light.
No one understood I wanted it. I needed it. I loved it. I craved it. Bakura gave it to me. The pain I begged for. The pain he promised to give me. He always kept his promises.
I needed something that told me I was alive. I was tired of not being able to feel anything. Not happiness, sadness, anger or joy.
Only pain. Only what Bakura gave me.
No one noticed how I was changing. How my smiles always faded quickly. How my eyes didn't sparkle. How my laughter of joy never sounded joyful. How I always wore turtle necks and long sleeved shirts to cover the purple bruises on my pale skin.
No one cared. No one but Bakura.
That day, I came home and found Bakura sitting on the couch. I threw my bookbag down and proceeded to take off my jacket. He noticed I was home and stood. He walked to me and pulled me to him by the front of my shirt. The moment we were chest to chest he hungrily attacked my lips.
He pushed me backwards until I was sandwiched between the wall and his body. My hands roamed his back and chest as his hands did the same to mine. My eyes opened wide when one of his hand stopped at my neck and tightened.
My body shook with the need for air. Then he released me. I dropped to the floor taking in the air greedily. It was short lived as the wind was knocked out of me. I lay near the wall clutching my stomach as he kicked me again. I was then pulled up by the tugging of my hair and fell against the wall as his fist connected with my face. Then the sound of bones breaking rang in my ears.
I closed my eyes and flinched away as his hand again neared my face, After nothing happened I opened my eyes to see his hand still near me. He brought his hand to my jaw and caressed the bruising skin. I cool feel the coolness of his fingers reach my lip. My tongue slid between parted lips and gently licked away the blood covering a finger.
Taking his hand away it began a journey across my chest. Feeling the exposed skin between the rips in my shirt. His head lowered, licking the skin around my exposed nub before attacking it. He teased it with light licks, nibbles, and sucks before biting down on it. I couldn't hold back the moans, gasps and groans it caused.
I was a bit taken aback when I was pushed against the wall. I recovered as his tongue was shoved down my throat. I was only slightly bothered by the sound of Amane's picture hitting the ground. He pressed our bodies closer and I moaned as I ground our organs together. I whimpered softly as his nails dug into my hips stopping our movements.
He ripped off the remains of my shirt and licked downwards along the exposed skin. Reaching my naval, he licked and sucked the area around it. Once he came close to the rim of my shorts he yanked them down. I slowly stepped out of the article of clothing. I learned not to wear boxers around Bakura early. Noticing that his head was still lowered my hands immediately went to his silver locks. His head went lower. Just above my aching manhood. I fought back a moan as his nose brushed the area covered by silver hairs. My hands tightened their grip on his hair. My fingers trembled lightly and almost lost their grip when teeth pierced in to my inner thigh. Bakura gently soothed the fresh wound with his tongue.
He slowly moved over to my arousal. Licking from the base to the tip, then taking me completely inside his moist cavern. 'Kura sucked me hard and fast. I bucked mindlessly into his mouth while pulling roughly on his hair. Rather quickly, I came inside his mouth. Taking my milked organ out of his mouth, Bakura stood up. He kissed me hard, forcing my mouth open. Once it was open he filled it with my own come. I swallowed it all like a good little boy.
Before I knew it, I was pushed to the floor on all fours. I stayed in the dog like position patiently. I listened to his shirt being thrown to the floor. I listened as I heard a zipper being slowly pulled down. I listened as I heard leather pants drop to the ground.
I felt 'Kura kneel behind me. He placed his hands in the same spot his nails had left marks before. In one quick motion, he thrust inside of my heat. For a moment all I felt was sheer pain. Each thrust was more pain. Quickly the pain dulled and was replaced with pleasure. Incomprehensible, pleasure. I could feel myself bleeding as Bakura pulled out and thrust back in.
It felt so good. So unbelievably, good. I loved the sound of Bakura's grunts, groans, and moans. I screamed and moaned each time in response.
Bakura leaned over me so that his chest was lightly touching my back. He kissed any skin he could reach. Whispering words into my ear.
"You're so fucking tight, hikari."
"So much pleasure, slut."
"Are you ready?"
I couldn't speak. There was so much pleasure. Instead, I nodded. He grabbed a hold of my dripping member and began to stroke it roughly. I came right then. In hard, violent squirts. My entire body shuddered, with Bakura yet to release. He grabbed onto my hair, pulling it as hard as he could. I disappeared into darkness with the feel of Bakura's seed making me whole. It was finally over.
If I'm anything like a candle...I'd rather burn out than fade away.
As for Bakura. He'll still be a candle holder. Empty and fighting off the cold bitter wind. With nothing to hold on to...
END