YAMI X BAKURA NCS! BDSM!

THIS CHAPPIE HAS NON-CONSENSUAL SEX! This is also the basis of Bakura’s hatred of Yami in my stories.

 

The Seeds of Hatred

 

Bakura was taken to the pharaoh’s chambers.  Yami stood up from his bed and Anubis ordered Bakura to kneel. Bakura refused.

“Kneel before your god!” Anubis screamed, pulling on Bakura’s collar roughly.

“He is no god! He is a butcher!” Bakura sneered.

Yami growled and grasped a handful of Bakura’s hair. He pulled back exposing Bakura’s white neck. “And you are nothing but a toy for me!  That’s all you’re good for!”

Bakura’s nose curled at the scent of alcohol on Yami’s breath.

“Take him over to my bed and secure the ropes to the posts! Make certain I have enough room to move him!”

Bakura was dragged to the bed, kicking and screaming. Anubis tightened his collar and Bakura’s screams died into whimpers. Yami began removing his own clothes. The prisoner thrashed and struggled, but to no avail. 

“Leave us! I will call for you when I am ready.”

Anubis and the guards left as Yami slowly approached Bakura.  “So, you don’t see me as your king?”

Bakura scowled. “I see you as nothing!”

Bakura sneered as he looked up at Yami with disdain and disgust.

The tightness of Bakura’s collar made it difficult for him to breathe. 

Yami grabbed Bakura’s hair and forced it back. “I don’t care how much you hate me.  I’m going to use you like the lowly animal you are!”

Yami claimed Bakura’s lips in a deep kiss.  Bakura detected the bitter taste of wine on the pharaoh’s breath. 

Bakura struggled against the rope and Yami grabbed the collar around his neck so rough, Bakura gagged. 

“You will lie there and take this!  Any fighting from you and I will be forced to go to drastic measures!”

Yami crawled on top of Bakura, possessing his mouth once more.  Bakura struggled and tried to buck Yami off of him. Yami straddled Bakura’s chest and punched Bakura angrily.

“You don’t learn, do you, dog?”

Bakura panted heavily as Yami’s weight pressed his chest down.  Yami took Bakura’s hair.

“Give me what I want, dog.”

Tears rolled down Bakura’s face as Yami shoved his manhood past Bakura’s lips. Bakura squinted his eyes tightly, trying to imagine this was Marik. 

Yami growled, “Keep your eyes open, my pet.  There’s no fun in this if I can’t see the fear in your eyes.”

Bakura’s eyes opened unwillingly as he tried to keep Marik in his mind.

‘Think of Marik,’ Bakura kept repeating.

A moan from Bakura made Yami grip his hair harder. “You’re not allowed to enjoy this!” Yami’s nails were digging into his scalp.

More tears fell from Bakura’s face.  Yami thrust into Bakura moaning low in his throat. 

“Oh….gods………so hot,” Yami grunted.

Yami released Bakura’s hair and slid himself down between Bakura’s legs and thrust inside Bakura with no preparation. 

Bakura’s back arched as his inside stretched to accustom to the pharaoh’s invading member.

“So tight……my little pet.”

Bakura quickly felt a warm liquid pool under him. His body raced to bleed and lubricate. The white-haired boy gasped as the pharaoh gripped his manhood tightly squeezing it.

“You will NOT come before me, understand?!”

Bakura nodded silently, his body swimming in unwanted pleasure.

Yami breathed heavily as his release pooled inside of him.  Bakura whimpered and Yami grinned as pleasure spread through his body.

“Gods…..Oh Gods!” 

Bakura let out a growl. “I hate  you!”

Yami narrowed his eyes. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?” Yami’s thrust deeper and faster into Bakura. “Do you still hate me?”

Bakura’s head flew back as he climaxed over Yami’s chest. “With…every…beat….of….my….heart!......Butcher!”

Yami slammed deeply into Bakura. Yami grabbed Bakura’s jaw and squeezed as the remains of Bakura’s bodily fluids erupted from Bakura’s convulsing body.  “How dare you taint me with your filth!

Yami slammed into Bakura and filled Bakura’s abused body with hot, burning seed.

“You disgust me, covering me with your filth!”

Bakura panted heavily. He closed his eyes. He couldn’t hold back.

“You deserve to be punished!” Yami pulled his limp manhood out of the body beneath him and strut carelessly across the room to a whip.

“No,” Bakura whimpered as he saw Yami approach.

Yami grinned. “You fear me now, don’t you, dog?”

Bakura’s body quaked in response.

“Answer me!” Yami cracked the whip across Bakura’s legs.

Bakura whimpered quietly and quivered.

“You fear me! Don’t you! And what I can do!”  Yami cracked the whip across Bakura’s manhood sending a scream from the victim. 

“Stop! Please!” Bakura pleaded as tears fell out of his eyes.

“You beg ME for mercy?!”  Yami cracked the whip across Bakura’s chest.

“Osiris!  Protect me!”

Yami’s stance became unsteady as he raised the whip again.  “The gods cannot protect you, dog!”

Yami brought the whip down on Bakura’s stomach and staggered. “You…..dog.”

Yami fell to the side and started snoring. Bakura looked down and saw Yami unconscious.
He was passed out drunk! Bakura closed his eyes trying to gather his strength.  Now was not the time to give in to the pain.

He had to get to the Oasis!

Bakura looked up at the ropes. He had done this before. It hurt like hell, but it worked. Bakura clenched his teeth and pulled roughly on the bonds until he dislocated his wristbone with a snap.  The ropes loosened a little.  Bakura pulled frantically until he was able to pull free.  He stood up slowly and removed Yami of his clothes. He dressed in the pharaoh’s clothes and walked out of the room.

“Give my victim a few minutes to gather his wits. Then take him into the dungeon,” Bakura said hiding his face from the guards.

Bakura ran away from the child he had always called his daughter. The resemblance was too strange for it to be a coincidence. But, he had to leave. This was a better place for her, as much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself.

His vision started to fade as he grabbed his horse from the stable and rode it out of the palace gates.  A group of soldiers found Bakura and chased after him.

Bakura winced as his horse broke into a gallop.  He heard  a horse cry out beside him.

“Bakura Itemri!”

Lateef…….help….”

Lateef grabbed Bakura’s reigns. “I’ve been sent to take you to Madu. He will take you Osahar, who will lead you out of the city to Marik Ishtar.”

Marik..didn’t forget about me,’ Bakura thought.

Behind him, Bakura heard a small group of men fighting back the pursuing guards. 

Lateef looked behind them. “Marik told the underworld you were gone and we’ve been waiting for you to escape.  We knew you would find a way.”

Lateef grabbed Bakura’s shoulder. “Don’t fall, Itemri!”

“Tired…..pain…”

Lateef and Bakura arrived at Madu, who was hiding in a dark corner. “Take care of him, Madu.”

“The King of Thieves found his way out!  That is a blessing from Ra!”

Lateef drew his sword as more soldiers pursued them. “Take him to Osahar at the city gates.”

Madu grabbed Bakura’s shoulders as more men cried out in defeat.  “The entire population of thieves have come to your aid, Bakura.”

“Gods….Maduhurts….”

“I know, Bakura. We’re almost there.”

Madu drew his dagger as a soldier rode up to them.  Madu speared the soldier’s heart. “Nobody has ever broke out of Yami’s palace! Not even Sadiki has been seen in five months!  And he’s an escape artist!”

Bakura winced. “I did…what I had…..to …escape.  I feel faint.”

Osahar stood in the distance. He took Bakura’s arm. Osahar lead Bakura out of the city gates to Marik at the Oasis.

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Marik paced as the fire crackled beside him.   Bakura was still missing. The criminals of Cairo had agreed to help Bakura escape…IF..and only if…Bakura could find a way out for himself.

Marik heard the approach of horses.  Marik grabbed his sword and prepared himself for an attack.

Osahar stopped with Bakura. “Stop! I brought Itemri back to you!”

Marik rushed to Bakura and pulled him off of the horse. Bakura laid on the sand, unconscious. 

“I believe you better check him. Bakura looks injured,” Osahar said before riding away.

Marik removed the linens from Bakura’s body and found the linens stained with blood.

Marik gasped and filled a bowl of water. He ripped a piece of the linen and cleaned Bakura’s injuries.

Bakura opened his eyes weakly. Marik took Bakura’s hand and squeezed it. “Itemri….”

Ishtar….I knew I’d see you again.”

Itemri, I--.”

Bakura went limp in Marik’s arms, his eyes closing.

“Bakura? Talk to me.”

Bakura didn’t respond.  Marik laid beside Bakura and rest his head against Bakura’s chest sobbing.  “I’m just glad to have you back safe.”