Nobody Lives Happily Ever After

Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
By: Evil MJ


Disclaimer - I don't own Yugi-oh, I don't get paid for anything..Just a few kicks

Warning: Ohhhhh WARNING...DANGER...Hide the children..lock the doors, pull the shades...there is violence, gore, pain...and SEX...not just any sex, manxman sex..so if this offends you...stop now...or deal with the consequences.

This chapter was fun to write...I hope you enjoy it

Katmon- Ahh poor Ryou...he he ...
Lady Elfskye - You will enjoy this one, for the most part
Eyes of a Tragedy- I feel for yoI usI usually stay up till midnight writing these chapters...damn life
Lillia Karasu - Are you trying to make my head swell? You probably wouldn't be so in awe if you knew me.. I'm lucky I can get out the door with matching socks. ALways happy to recieve praise from someone who is enjoying the story. Hope you like what's next!!

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Chapter Twelve

Isis stood in front of her husband and tried to stop the flow of tears before they betrayed her weakness. Seto was like an emotional predator sometimes, attacking the weak points of his prey without mercy. It was a tactic he had learned well in the business world and couldn’t seem to turn off when it came to his family.

“I only asked where you were, Seto.” She replied calmly.

“I thought we were past this.” He raged, his eyes belaying his anger as he stood motionless before her. “Are you going to question me every time I am a little late?” He asked coldly.

Isis smiled sadly at him put put a hand on his arm, which he quickly brushed off as if it were something unpleasant.

“Seto, you were hours late and no one could tell me where you were. You ask me for trust and yet offer no explanation. I was worried about you, afraid you were in an accident.”

He looked at her as if such an event was impossible and walked over to the sideboard and poured himself a drink. “Don’t worry Isis; I will let you know my whereabouts when it concerns you. I don’t have time for these constant emotional scenes.”

Isis flinched at his words; the closeness that they had recently shared was quickly dissipating under his complete lack of compassion for her feelings.

“And if I decided to do the same, Seto, how would you feel?” She inquired gauging his reaction.

He stopped bringing his glass to his lips in mid motion and looked at her. She could feel his rage like a cold wind

“You will not participate in that particular activity. If I even have a hint of suspicion that you are seeing him again I will make both your lives miserable.” He threatened.

Feeling worn down, Isis turned to leave, but not before one last parting shot. “Even more so than now, my husband?”

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Ryou cringed at the touch on his shoulder, bracing himself for all manner of unpleasant experiences, his mind working overtime with expectations. To his amazement he remained unharmed, the hand merely resting on his shoulder as he felt his or mor move in close to him, feeling the heat of their breath next to his ear, followed by a sultry chuckle.

“I think I always liked you best this way, submissive and vulnerable.”

Ryou pulled against his bonds as the realization hit him. The voice that assaulted him was familiar; its low tones reverberated in his very soul.

“Bakura.” He stated more than asked with a confidence that he didn’t really feel.

A hand reached out from behind him and slid across his cheek in a soft caress that reminded Ryou of the slithering movement of a snake. As if reading his thoughts Bakura flicked Ryou’s ear with his tongue.

"Little Ryou. I wanted my homecoming to be a special one. I have some plans for us tonight.” He promised softly, the undertones of desire easily made out.

Ryou shivered and tried to move away. “Let me go, Bakura. You can’t force me to do something I don’t want.’

Bakura only laughed at the show of bravado ayou you found himself yanked roughly to his feet by the bonds that tied his hand

“Oh, can’t I?” Bakura responded in a soft silky voice.

He turned Ryou around so they stood face to face, an snarl twisting his lips, and his eyes narrowed evilly. “I think you will find that I can be quite persuasive if I put my mind to it. It’s not like you are in a position to deny me are you?” Ryou started to object but Bakura cut him off with a sharp slap to the face. “Don’t ever forget I own you.” He declared, his voice now raised with command.

Ryou could feel a warm trickle of blood coming from the stinging cut on his bottom lip, Bakura’s eyes followed it’s trail for a moment before he leaned forward and stopped it’s progress with his tongue. Ryou shuddered in revulsion as Bakura locked eyes with him, licking his lips suggestively.

“You taste sweet.” He allowed his gaze to trail over Ryou’s body, almost burning through his clothes. “I wonder how the rest of you tastes.” He murmured.

Ryou tried to break free as Bakura pulled a rather wicked looking knife from the waistband of his pants, but he was held fast. With the quickness of a striking cobra Bakura cut the shirt from Ryou’s chest and flung it across the room.

”Don’t do this.” Ryou begged feeling helpless against the attack.

Bakura only smiled at his unease and continued to cut off the rest of Ryou’s clothes until he stood before Bakura completely naked, shivering in the cool air.

“You look chilled. I had better warm you.” His voice was like velvet, almost a purr as he led Ryou over to the large bed in the corner of the room.

He retrieved two leather cuffs from the table beside it and locked them around Ryou’s wrists, untying him only for a moment before reattaching the cord to the cuff so that he was tethered to the headboard.

He placed his hands on Ryou’s chest and forced him to lay down on his back, helpless. Ryou could almost feel the caress of Bakura’s eyes as he took him in, the dark smile never leaving his face.

"You know during the years that we were apart I often dreamt of this. Planning the things I would do to you.” His hands found the soft flesh that lay limp in the soft nest of curls between Ryou’s legs and began to caress it with butterfly soft strokes.

Ryou gritted his teeth as the treacherous organ jumped and responded to Bakura’s touch, betraying him.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” Bakura snarled as he continued to stroke and fondle Ryou’s growing erection.

Ryou tried to remain detached, but his body fought against him and he could feel his hips almost move in time to Bakura’s pace, trying to thrust harder against him.

“That’s it. I like it when you’re eager.” Bakura hissed teasingly and Ryou tried to close his eyes and block everything out.

Suddenly his head was pulled forward painfully and he found himself looking into Bakura’s eyes, dark with anger.

“Look at me! I want you to see me. I want you to know who it is that makes you feel this way, I want to look in your eyes when you give yourself to me fully.” He demanded, making Ryou gasp in shock.

Bakura grabbed a candle from the table and held it over Ryou’s chest, a sweet smile on his face.

"I find the pleasure more intense when it is preceded by a little pain.” He said as he allowed some of the hot wax to drip on the sensitive flesh of Ryou’s nipples.

Ryou cried out at the burn of the heat from the wax. It was hot enough to cause a small pain, but not enough to burn his flesh, his heart started to pound and he arched his back in response. Bakura rubbed his thumb across the wax, brushing it off, and then replaced it with his mouth, licking at the tender bud until Ryou began to writhe and moan beneath him.

Bakura’s hands moved back down to pay attention to the throbbing member that jutted out from between Ryou’s legs. The motions now a little faster, he reached over to the table again and grabbed a small bottle, drenching his hands and Ryou’s arousal with the liquid contained within it.

Ryou couldn’t stop his breath from coming in quick pants as the oil lubricated them, his cock sliding easily against the flesh of Bakura’s hands, every motion making the oil warmer. He groaned involuntarily, his resolve starting to crumble as his body responded to the masterful touch. A tear tricked down his cheek as he realized he no longer knew what it was he wanted.

Bakura allowed Ryou to continue to thrust against him as he used his left hand to travel down past the soft sac beneath Ryou’s erection and encircle the tight opening beneath.

“Please!” Ryou cried out as he trailed his fingers around the small opening.

"Please what?” He asked in amusement.

“Oh Gods, please.” He begged, unsure himself of what he was asking

Ryou clenched his muscles around Bakura’s fingers as he slid one inside him.

“So tight.” Bakura groaned as he began to slide his slick fingers in and out of Ryou.

Suddenly, he withdrew and Ryou felt himself reacting to the loss of sensation with a slight whimper.

He watched as Bakura stood up before him and began to remove his clothes. The loose shirt that he wore open quickly and slithered to the floor and Ryou unconsciously licked his lips as he examined the masculine chest that was devoid of any hair, his pale flesh had been tanned and was tight against his nicely developed muscles. His hands worked at the belt that was fastened about a pair of expensive looking tailored pants which were quickly removed, he wore nothing beneath them and Ryou drew in a breath in appreciation of the rock hard erection that sprung free.

Bakura walked over to the table and took another set of cuffs and rope from its top and fastened them about Ryou’s legs, so that he lay spread eagle on the bed, vulnerable.

“I had every intention of punishing you first, my light. But I don’t think I can wait that long.”

Ryou whimpered as Bakura began to absentmindedly stroke his own erection before he crawled onto the bed and gently lifted Ryou’s hips.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He demanded again, but Ryou found his voice had deserted him.

With a cry of triumph Bakura thrust himself into Ryou. The pain made Ryou arch his back, but that only brought Bakura in deeper, hitting his prostate and filling him with an intense pleasure.

“Oh Gods.” He moaned as Bakura began to move within him, the thrusts growing more aggressive, Bakura’s hands held him about his waist keeping his hips elevated.

“No Ryou, look at me. I want you to scream my name.” Bakura’s dark brown eyes captured Ryou’s identical ones as he leaned foreword and devoured Ryou’s mouth with his own, his tongue mimicking the thrusting of his hips and Ryou parted his lips allowing him access, the bonds keeping him from running his hands along his captor/lover. Bakura continued the assault for another moment before he broke free and gazed deep into Ryou’s eyes. His stokes were deeper and more urgent, panting with need. Ryou watched as a trickle of sweat beaded down Bakura’s face, as he got closer to reaching his climax.

Bakura grabbed a small pillow and quickly shoved under Ryou so that his hands were free to pump and stoke Ryou’s arousal, both of them struggling to maintain control, their breath coming fast.

"Scream it, scream my name.” Bakura yelled as he lost the battle and felt himself spilling inside Ryou in a release of intense pleasure. Ryou fought the betrayal of his body as long as he could, but the frenzied attention of Bakura’s hands were too much and he felt himself falling over the edge.

“Oh Gods…..” he gasped.

Bakura gave one last final deep thrust that destroyed all of Ryou’s resolved.

“Bakura!” He cried as he gave into the powerful orgasm that rocked his body causing him to spasm over and over again.

For once in twenty-five years, Ryou felt complete.


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Mokuba stood on the front lawn and looked down at the city below him. He had to deal with things now; it was getting hard to maintain his façade to those around him.

He took a deep breath and mentally rehearsed what it was he had to do, reminding himself that there was one final important item he was going to need if this was going to work out properly. He knew it was going to be difficult, but his future depended on him handing this situation in the way he planned.

With a quick glance back at the house, he headed out to put things in motion.

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Joey couldn’t take much more of this.

The TV was turned on, but he really wasn’t taking much in. All around him, the case files were laid open so that he could study them. He was so sure that there was something obvious that he was missing. He was determined to find it.

He thought of how he was going to get back on the case, but it didn’t seem to likely at this point in time. He took a moment to regard his surroundings and a realization hit him.

He was starting to look like his father. With a groan he turned off the TV and sat back, the memories rushing in like a flood.


His father playing with him SereSerenity on the front lawn while his mother watched, a smile on her face. Then darker times after his father lost his job. He would sit for hours in front of the TV, in the same clothes, drinking his life away. His mother no longer smiled and she seemed to age quickly, the premature lines making her older than her years. She wasn’t smiling anymore.

She finally got the strength to leave him, but in the process left her children as well. Joey understood her motivation, she would die if she stayed with him, he was sucking the life out of her, but he would never forgive her for leaving them behind.

He was left to keep things together, taking care of his little sister and keeping the peace so that his father would not fly into one of his drunken rages. He rarely lifted a hand to them, but his words would scar them for life. He made Serenity fragile, she was never strong enough to handle life without Joey protecting her, and he felt a bit of guilt when he thought of her. He tried to be there for her and in the end it wasn’t enough.

It was happening again with these poor girls, he was always trying to save them, to protect them, but in the end it wasn’t enough. With a sense of renewed urgency he turned back to the files and began to search for answers, he was never going to give up like his father.


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It was dark; sounds of skittering feet from a small animal made her shiver. She never liked the dark and could feel herself panicking at her confines.

“I’m sorry accommodations are not what you expected, but I had to make new arrangements for our little meeting.”

Hiroe struggled to see her captor but her head still throbbed and her mind felt fuzzy.

“In medieval times, punishments were cruel and harsh. I particularly liked the trial by ordeal. You faced a trial that you cannot possible win, however if you did you would be considered innocent.”

Hiroe could hear the noise of a bag being zipped open and items being placed on a surface.

"Image how they must have felt when they were told that they had to float to the surface of the water to prove their innocence, as a rock was being tied to their body. I thought of doing that with you, but then I would not be there to ensure your essence would join with mine.”

Hiroe whimpered and turned her thoughts to Tristan and Mako. Were they searching for her now? She prayed to the Gods that they found her soon.

“Sometimes they would hang people, but my personal favorite was crucifixion. Did you know the pain was so intense that people would actually sweat blood? Now that I have to see.”

Suddenly Hiroe became aware of her predicament, the uncomfortable position she was in was due to the wood plank beneath her. She tried to speak, to beg for her life, but the gag around her mouth muffled her voice.

“Let’s not ruin this very sacred ceremony with a lot of blubbering. Do you think Jesus begged for his life when he was crued? ed? I doubt it very much, so let’s try to show a little decorum.”

Hiroe felt her arms being untied and her heart started to pound, her chance at freedom being presented. She tensed herself for the moment when she was free. Her captor took off the ropes and Hiroe started to use her arms to free herself but found she could not move. A quick slap to her face made her eyes sting and tear.

"Did you really think I would allow you to go free? The drug I used to knock you out is only starting to wear off, you aren’t going to be able to control you muscles for at least another fifteen minutes. Plenty of time.” The dark promise chilled Hiroe’s very soul.

Her hands were pulled roughly out to her sides and retied to the wooden stakes. Then her feet were bound together to the board below. She tried to control her heartbeat which was thudding out of control, but could not, panic made her cry and thrash madly.

The Dark Harbinger smiled and looked down on its victim. This one had a lot of life, for now. A nail was positioned into the center of Hiroe’s left palm and the Dark Harbinger lifted the hammer theatrically.

“I wish I had more compelling words to offer you at this moment, but I’m afraid I’m not a very religious person.”

Hiroe’s eyes were wide and she screamed beneath her gag in terror.

The pain was excruciating as the nail pierced her flesh, each pound of the hammer sent another shot of through her like an electric shock. She screamed and screamed; begging her torturer to stop but the cries fell on deaf ears.

Moments later she felt the same agonizing pain in her right hand as the nail was hammered home. She tried to pull free of her bonds but that just made the pain worse, her struggling pulling the tender flesh against the nails. She cried to Mako and Tristan to save her, but no one came to take her from this nightmare.

Blessedly she passed out when her feet were nailed.


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