WARNING: BAKURA X
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
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!
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!
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. ‘
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
Ryou raised an eyebrow. “It didn’t work?”
“
“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!]