Gardenias

Gardenias

Hato chiisai

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh.

If you’re a fan of my fics, you already know that this story is YAOI

As per my promise in Tearing Down the Sky, each chapter of this fic is dedicated to the winner of the “Guess Who The Four Are” Contest. The answer was the Four Arch Angels, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel.

This chapter is dedicated to Elle-FeTe2x1

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Chapter 17

Jasmine

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Otogi sighed and headed towards the theater. The Commissioner had fitted him with a microphone and a camera hidden in his hair. He had forces ready to move in on Otogi’s signal. Otogi slipped into the theater and made his way up to the stage.

“Freeze.” Came a familiar snarl, and Otogi did so, looking around.

“MMPH!!!” Came Ryou’s cry, and a moment later, Nakazawa appeared with Ryou thrown over his shoulder. Otogi’s blood ran cold when he saw the red trickling around under the plastic that covered Ryou’s backside. Nakazawa dropped the plastic wrapped body and pulled a knife. He sliced through the plastic that covered Ryou’s head, and his wet hair spilled out into view. Ryou peered up through his bangs to fix his gaze onto Otogi.

“The tape.” Nakzawa snapped, and revealed a shot gun as he stood over Ryou, who was unable to move. Otogi slowly pulled it out.

“Right here.”

“Slide it over.” Nakazawa ordered. Otogi knelt and slid the tape across the floor. Nakzawa grabbed it and turned to the TV VCR he had brought in before Ryou, and popped it in. He watched it all the way through, keeping his gun trained on Ryou.

“This the original?” Nakzawa asked. Otogi nodded.

“Yes. I swear.” He said.

“Good….” Nakzawa said, and grinned. “But you’re not getting him back that easy, Ryuuji. Take off your clothes.” Otogi froze.

“W-What?!” He gasped. “NO!!!” Nakazawa snarled, then reached down, grabbed Ryou and picked him up, turning and dropping him on a crate. He pulled a knife and Otogi screamed and attacked. Nakazawa whirled and struck him to the floor. Otogi lay dazed. A scream of fear from Ryou brought him back to awareness. He lifted his head and stared, mortified. Ryou had been cut out of the plastic wrap, and was duct taped to the crate with his legs wide apart, and to Otogi’s horror, Nakazawa was sliding the condom covered barrel of the shotgun inside of Ryou.

“STOP IT!!!” Otogi screamed. “YOU SADDISTIC BASTARD!!” Nakazawa turned and looked at Otogi.

“Remove your clothes. Now. Unless you want me to pull the trigger.” Otogi slowly nodded, and Nakazawa looked at Ryou. “And you will not move. You never know when a sudden movement may set off a firearm.” Ryou whimpered and nodded. Nakazawa turned and watched as Otogi removed his clothing, being careful to hide his microphone wire among the folds.

From high up in the balcony seats Marik recorded every moment of the action on stage, though he wanted to run down and stop things, but he knew that with one twitch of his finger, Nakazawa would blow Ryou into oblivion.

Finally, Otogi stood before Nakazawa, naked, and staring Ryou in the eyes. Ryou offered him a small weak smile, and mouthed ‘I love you’ silently. Otogi offered Ryou a small smile and nod.

“On your knees.” Nakazawa said, and Otogi obeyed, not taking his eyes from Ryou. “Now… I want to see you pleasure yourself Ryuuji. And I want to see pleasure on your face and hear it in your voice.” Otogi’s face flushed a deep scarlet, but he nodded, and slowly curled his fingers around his penis. Otogi let a moan escape his lips as he let his head fall back, and to the Commissioner’s distress, the camera was now facing the ceiling. He wanted to send his men in, but without Otogi’s signal, and with a shotgun shoved up that poor kid’s ass, rushing in now would end badly; he had to wait, no matter how nauseated this situation was making him.

Nakazawa grinned as he watched Otogi masturbate, groaning loudly. He glanced at Ryou, who was watching his lover with a sad look, hating to see Otogi reduced to this for his sake. Nakazawa grinned, and pulled the cold metal from the boy’s body, only to push it back in. Ryou gasped and writhed, wincing; it hurt.

“Ahh-AH! OW!!” He yelped, and then screamed as Nakazawa shoved it in HARD!

“SHUT UP!!”

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!!”

“KEEP GOING OR I’LL FUCKING KILL HIM!!!” Nakazawa roared, and Otogi recoiled and did as he was told. “That’s right… come on, Ryuuji…. Cum for me…” Otogi looked like he wanted to be sick at those words, but he kept his eyes on Ryou, and a few minutes later, he cried out his release.

“Good boy….” Nakazawa drawled, then looked around. He picked up a string, tied it around the trigger of the shotgun which he laid on the crate, and slowly approached Otogi, holding the other end of the string.

“On your hands and knees.” Nakazawa ordered.

“N-Noooo…..” Ryou wailed.

“It’s okay, Ryou….” Otogi called gently, obeying. “It’s okay. Ryou, look at me… Look at me, Ryou.” Ryou slowly looked at him, tears flooding down his face. “Ryou, I want you to close your eyes and turn away. Don’t look no matter what you hear, okay?”

“No.” Nakazawa snarled. “He will watch. If he looks away, I’ll pull the trigger.” Ryou gulped and nodded, and Otogi closed his eyes.

“Ryou, I’m so sorry….” The Dice Master whispered.

“I forgive you.” Ryou answered, and winced as Otogi yelped as Nakazawa entered him.

From the Commissioner’s jerky view over the camera, he either saw the floor, or Ryou, lying on the crate, the gun between his legs, and his watery eyes fixed on Otogi. From up above, Marik found himself shaking in fury, at what Nakazawa was doing and at the fact that he could not help. He only hoped Bakura waited outside. If the yami came in, he might do something stupid.

The minutes ticked by like hours for Marik, Ryou and Otogi, but finally, Nakazawa reached his orgasm. He pulled away and Otogi slumped to the floor, eyes still on Ryou.

“F-For you, my love…” Otogi said, and smiled at Ryou. “I’d do anything for you….” And Ryou sobbed.

“I love you, Otogi….” He called. “I love you so much!!”

“Oh, shut up.” Nakazawa snarled, getting up and moving over to Ryou, who yelped as the gun was torn from his body. Nakazawa then cut Ryou loose and hurled him to the floor near Otogi, who quickly pulled him into his arms. Both froze at the sound of the shotgun cocking.

“Now, Ryou…. on your back. Where you belong.” Ryou winced and slowly obeyed, lying onto his back. “Spread your legs.” Ryou obeyed. “Now… Ryuuji. I want to see you fuck him.” Otogi winced and nodded, moving between Ryou’s legs and above him. Ryou offered him a weak smile, reaching up and caressing his cheek. Otogi let out a half sigh half sob, leaning into his lover’s touch, before bending down and kissing him. As he did this, Ryou gently took Otogi’s length into his hands and massaged the soft flesh, feeling it harden in his fingers. Ryou smiled up at Otogi when he moved back.

“Shhhhh……” Otogi crooned, petting Ryou’s hair. “Just you and me, okay? Just you and me…..” Ryou smiled slightly, and let Otogi kiss him. “I love you, Ryou….”

“I, I love you too….” Ryou gasped, as Otogi gently slipped a finger into him. Otogi did all he could to keep Ryou’s attention on himself, and away from Nakazawa, who was slowly stroking himself as he watched Otogi prepare his lover. And as Otogi entered Ryou, the man groaned and closed his eyes. When he did, Otogi snatched his shirt and managed to pull the microphone over and hide it in Ryou’s hair. The commissioner was blushing slightly as the camera remained focused on Ryou’s flushed face as the boy moaned. Otogi began slow pumping motions, making Ryou gasp with every motion, half in pleasure, and half in pain left over from the rough treatment he had undergone with Nakazawa. Otogi leaned down as if to nibble Ryou’s earlobe, but instead, he whispered into the mic.

“Okay, Commissioner. Start bringing them in. We’ll distract him.”

“Got it. Moving in.” The commissioner replied through the earpecie Otogi wore. Footsteps alerted Otogi, and he hid the microphone under Ryou as Nakazawa came up behind him. Otogi grunted as he was entered, and Ryou yelped as Nakazawa’s rough thrust slammed Otogi into his body. The two boys’ were at the police chief’s mercy. Marik narrowed his eyes as he saw figures slipping through the theater with guns drawn.

The cops felt sick as they watched their Chief raping the boys on the stage of the old theater. With a loud cry, Otogi bucked forwards and climaxed. Nakazawa kept thrusting. Ryou threw his head back, calling out his own orgasm, and finally, with a guttural groan, Nakazawa bit down on Otogi’s shoulder, filling the boy with his release. Then, he flopped off of them. Otogi looked Ryou straight in the eyes, then turned and pounced on Nakazawa.

“WHAT THE—“ Nakazawa roared, and Ryou leapt forwards. Each boy pinned down one arm as the police swarmed the stage. They got the Chief in cuffs and Ryou found a blanket flung over his shoulders and found strong arms pulling him away. Ryou looked for his lover in all the chaos, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Otogi!” He called. “OTOGI!!!” He was pulled out into the theater lobby where the arms lifted him up and laid him on a stretcher. Straps were fastened and he was wheeled out into the street where the presence of the police SWAT teams had attracted the media. Ryou yelped as he was assaulted by microphones in his face, questions being asked at a mile a minute, and numerous camera flashes.

“RYOU!”

“Bakura! BAKURA!!” Ryou cried, and turned, reaching for his yami. He was confused, disoriented and scared, and the tears fell down his face as he desperately reached for his darkness.

“Ryou, are you okay?!” Bakura called, worried about his light.

“Yami, don’t let them take me! Please! I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go!! PLEASE!!”

“HEY!!” Bakura grabbed a person wearing a badge. “Tell them to let him go! He doesn’t want to go the hospital!”

“I’m sorry sir, but he has to go, he has no choice!”

“HE DOESN’T WANT TO GO!!”

“He has no choice!!” The man replied, then turned to try and keep the press off of Ryou.

“YAMI!!! PLEASE!! PLEASE!! I DON’T WANNA GO!! DON’T LET THEM TAKE ME, YAMI, PLEASE!! BAKURA!!! MARIK!!!” Marik came up beside Bakura.

“They won’t let him go!” Bakura cried out, distressed.

“Trust me, Bakura!” Marik called over the din. “He NEEDS to go! That guy is brutal! He brought Ryou in already bleeding!” And Marik held Bakura back as his lover fought to get to his hikari. Marik was choked up… seeing both Bakura and Ryou, reaching out to each other, both looking terrified and unable to get to each other was the most heartbreaking thing he’d ever seen.

“YAAAMIIIII!!!” Ryou screamed, writhing, trying to escape the stretcher as it was lifted into the ambulance. “YAMI, PLEASE!!! YAMIIIII!!!!!” And even after the doors closed, Ryou’s hysterical screams and pleads could still be heard. Bakura went limp in Marik’s arms. And then the press turned their attention to Otogi who was also brought out on a stretcher, eyes closed and blood running down the side of his face. Bakura turned and wedged through, grabbing the Dice Master’s hand.

“Otogi!!” He gasped, and Otogi opened his eyes and offered Bakura a smile.

“We got him…” He called over all the questions and cameras. “How’s Ryou?”

“Scared to death!” Bakura called back. “He was still screaming when the ambulance left!” Otogi looked worried, and batted at the paramedic trying to clean the blood from his forehead.

“Do me a favor?” He called, and Bakura nodded. “Go pick up some flowers for Ryou!” Bakura blinked, then smiled and nodded.

“I will! See you at the hospital!!” And he watched Otogi being loaded into the ambulance. Then, the press turned onto Bakura. He turned and ran over to Marik, grabbing his arm.

“Time to move, Ishtar!!” He said, and the pair turned and disappeared into the shadows.