Shadow Rising

Okay, I live in Canada, and don’t really know all that much about everyday Japan, so this is written using mostly Canadian terms, ie: High school classes and later on, Halloween. Yeah, just so you know.

Also, this story will probably be going up somewhat slower, for various reasons. One, My mother and my shifts are starting to separate somewhat, so I’m having to spend more time away from the house, and two, to make sure I don’t leave things out. I finished the last one so fast that things I had meant to put in there never got a chance to be written.

Standard disclaimer, etc. Enjoy.

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“Hey, Guys.” Anzu said as Yugi and Yami stepped out into the hall after their first class. She rubbed at her head irritably.

“She’s still acting up?” Yugi asked.

“She’s fine as long as you aren’t around. We actually get along pretty well, although she has this theory that she’s absolutely perfect.”

“She always did.” Yami answered.

“Well, at least I didn’t demand everyone obey my every whim.” A new voice snapped. Sagira pulled free of Anzu’s body.

“I did not!”

“Let’s just ask the shrimp.” She smiled sweetly at Yugi. Too sweetly, he thought as he shifted uncomfortably. Yami frowned down at him.

“Well.” Yugi answered slowly. “Not every whim.”

“Ha, I told you.”

“Yugi!” Sagira looked very satisfied, Yami looked less then pleased, and Yugi just looked miserable.

“We have to go to class now.” He mumbled, and bolted.

“Aibou.” Yami said warningly, following after.

“You do like causing trouble, don’t you?” Anzu told her new yami, heading in the opposite direction.

“I’m good at it. But then, I’m good at everything.”

“Give me a break.”

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“Bakura, don’t!” Ryou yelped and covered his eyes, wondering what on Earth had possessed him to turn control over to his yami. Oh, right, Bakura had threatened to beat him to within an inch of his life if he hadn’t.

Sure enough, the two chemicals Bakura had dumped together began to fizz.

“Oops.” Bakura said, and took a few steps back from the table. The mixture began to overflow the tube, and created a puddle on the table. Then it finished its reaction, and there was a huge boom.

“Ryou, what happened.” The teacher hurried over, studying the mess. Bakura quickly switched back with Ryou, and the hikari smiled sheepishly at the teacher. She just gave him a dirty look.

“Get it cleaned up, please.” She told him and went to help another student. Ryou frowned and eyed the table, which had now been dyed bright blue. Unfortunately, Bakura managed to get him upset enough to get the dye all over his hands while he was cleaning it up.

Lucky for Ryou, all the chemicals did was stain, and he managed to get it off, but he told Bakura exactly what he thought of him then. Which didn’t please Bakura a bit. Ryou was sure he was in for a beating, but didn’t much care right then.

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Sure enough, Bakura hauled him home right after school, with dirty looks for Malik and Anzu when they tried to stop him. Ryou was just glad Yami hadn’t shown up. That would have gotten him out of his punishment, sure, but probably would have just caused more problems in the end.

Ryou yelped as they walked in the door and he was instantly banished to Bakura’s soul room.

The yami’s room was as dark as Ryou’s was light. Various whips and other items of torture hung off the wall. Fortunately, Bakura had never used them. Ryou wasn’t sure if he just wasn’t bothering or if they were only there to make Ryou even more nervous. If so, they certainly worked. The only thing about the room that wasn’t hard and vicious was the soft dark carpet that covered the floor.

The bed was what dominated the room. It was huge, made of heavy wrought iron. Four chains of various lengths hung from it. One, the only one at the head of the bed, had manacles attached to it, and two of the others, at the foot were similar, but meant to clasp ankles. The last one was also attached to the foot of the bed. It was longer, and had a thin metal collar attached. Ryou hated it the most.

A moment later Bakura appeared. Ryou inched around the edge of the room, feeling even more nervous when Bakura only smiled. His hand found the doorknob and he tugged on it, only to find it locked.

“Uh oh.” He whispered under his breath, as Bakura stalked closer. Ryou tried his best pleading expression. Sometimes that worked. Not this time. Only one thing left, then.

Bakura pulled him around, tossed him onto the bed. Ryou tried to climb off but he was pinned down. He struggled, though not too hard. His last line of defence; getting Bakura so aroused then he forgot about the punishment and went straight to the ravaging.

At least his yami was predictable, Ryou thought, as Bakura’s body obediently shifted to desire.

“You did that on purpose.” Bakura growled. Ryou only smiled apologetically. “Oh, no. Don’t think you’re getting off that easily.” He quickly tore Ryou’s shirt off, followed by the boy’s pants and underwear.

Ryou blanched slightly at Bakura’s expression, then looked up as his wrists were shackled. He sighed in defeat and relaxed. Bakura frowned at him, clearly displeased by this acceptance. But he didn’t say anything, only shed his own clothing, and knelt between Ryou’s legs.

The yami pressed a finger into Ryou, and the younger one’s eye widened slightly, as he realized Bakura wasn’t using any sort of lubrication.

“No. ‘Kura.” He whispered fearfully. “Please…”

“Quiet.” Bakura answered, his gentle tone seriously at odds with his cold expression. Ryou shut his eyes, turning his head to the side and tensing.

“Stop that.” Bakura ordered. “Relax.” Somehow, Ryou managed to obey. Bakura removed his finger, then wet it slightly, and pressed it back in.

*Oh, hell.* Ryou thought to himself. *You’d think I would have learned by now.* But he hadn’t. He shouldn’t have snapped at Bakura today. That had just been stupid.

:And trying to manipulate me like that wasn’t that bright either.: Bakura said, then he thrust in. Ryou screamed, arching his back and trying to pull away, but Bakura had a firm grip on his hips, and instead pulled him closer. Ryou whimpered as Bakura began to move. He had used some lube after all, but it wasn’t nearly enough for Ryou’s tastes. He bit his lip as Bakura thrust viciously, so hard that his teeth drew blood.

Bakura noticed this. He bent to kiss Ryou gently, as his thrusts slowed. His hands danced slowly over the hikari’s skin, bringing him to the arousal he hadn’t felt before. The pain felt somewhat less, since blood now eased Bakura’s passage, but it still hurt like hell.

Bakura reached between them to stroke Ryou’s growing erection, bringing it to life as easily as he always did. And as always, he wondered why him. This time, though, Bakura heard the unspoken question.

:You’d tempt anyone, Tenshi.: He answered, shocking Ryou. He instantly closed their mindlink, but the damage had already been done. :And I was never one to ignore temptation.:

Bakura shifted ever so slightly, knowing the exact angle, and Ryou’s whimpers changed from pain to pleasure, as he brushed the boy’s prostrate.

He left Ryou’s lips reluctantly, kissing and nipping at his neck. Ryou moaned involuntarily. Bakura could be sadistic when he wanted to, but he also knew every inch of Ryou’s body. He knew where he was the most sensitive to pain, and where he was just as sensitive to pleasure.

No one else knew just how sensitive Ryou really was, not that anyone had ever really been given the chance to learn. Perhaps it was a reaction of his body, an attempt to find pleasure when Bakura refused to give it. Perhaps it was just natural. Whatever it was, all Bakura had to do was stroke down his spine, and Ryou was arching into him with a cry, suddenly fighting the bonds. Bakura stroked him again, slightly harder, with a predatorial smile.

“‘Kura.” Ryou called again, this time longing for more. Bakura took the hint, his thrusts speeding up again. The hand he had on Ryou’s cock sped up to, and it wasn’t long before Ryou erupted, spraying all over himself and Bakura. Seconds later Bakura came within him, and Ryou winced, his pain suddenly remembered.

Bakura ignored it, and rolled off him. Ryou closed his eyes, beginning to feel drowsy, then they bolted open, as he realized something. Bakura was now laying on the inside.

Bakura usually preferred having Ryou sleep on the inside, between Bakura and the wall. That way, he would have to climb over Bakura to get away. Not that Ryou was sure where Bakura thought he would go. But in any case, the only time Ryou ended up on the outside was when… He cast a glance toward the collar at the foot of the bed.

“Bakura…” He tensed at the cold look in Bakura’s eyes as his wrists were unfastened. Bakura frowned at the bruises that had formed, but then ignored them, half-lifting half-pushing Ryou off the bed. Ryou yelped and began to fight as he hadn’t before, but Bakura had always been the stronger of the pair, and Ryou was quickly locked into the collar. He gripped it in both hands and shook, taking huge gulps of air as if he were suffocating.

“Stop that.” Bakura snapped, giving his cheek a small slap. Ryou came out of his hysteria, staring up at Bakura with puppy dog eyes, tears threatening to spill, but it was again ignored.

Bakura didn’t know quite why Ryou was so afraid of having anything tight around his neck, but he had quickly learned that it was the fastest and easiest way to put Ryou back in a submissive mood. And the collar wasn’t tight enough or heavy enough to cause any real harm.

“Next time maybe you won’t try escaping your punishment.” Bakura said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He tugged on the chain and Ryou came quickly, anything to avoid any pressure on the collar. He looked up in anguish, silent tears running down his face. Bakura only ran his hand through his hikari’s hair, carefully loosening the few knots that had formed. Then he gave him a little push away and stretched out on the bed, eyes quickly closing in sleep.

Ryou lay down, rubbing his face into the carpet. He had seen the room once, before the carpet had suddenly appeared, the stone floor cold and bare. Bakura had told him the carpet was for him. Even when he was being punished, he wouldn’t have to sleep on cold stone. There was too much chance of him catching a chill.

There was a blanket, too, tucked under the bed, and Ryou pulled it over himself, more to hide his nudity then because he was cold. He didn’t know why, the only one there was Bakura and he had seen it all, frequently.

Ryou tugged at the collar, but the complicated clasp didn’t even shift, and silently he sobbed himself to sleep.

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“He did what?” Yami scowled. “If the Thief has hurt Ryou at all, I will make him…”

“Yeah, like Ryou would admit it if he did.” Marik snorted. Malik looked up from staring at the ground to frown at his yami, then returned to studying the cracks in the cement.

He worried about Ryou, though he wouldn’t admit it. He was so delicate, and Bakura… Well, he made Marik look sane, occasionally. It wasn’t a good combination.

“He’s got a point.” Yugi spoke up. Yami looked at him calmly, but Yugi shifted away slightly. “I know it’s difficult, but we can’t go rushing in if Ryou doesn’t want our help. It would be wrong, and it’d just get him upset with us.’

Yami didn’t say anything, just turned and walked away. Yugi shrugged apologetically at his friends and hurried to catch up.

“Is it just me or are they acting a little strange too.” Jounouchi asked as he frowned after the pair.

“I know what you mean.” Anzu answered.

“He’s starting to remember who he was.” Anzu turned to look at Sagira. “He was the Pharaoh; his every wish was obeyed as a command back then, and he expects it to be the same now. Not that I disagree. We should be obeyed. We are royalty after all.”

“Would you please shut her up, Anzu?” Jounouchi asked. “She’s beginning to get on my nerves.”

“Now you know what I went through.” Marik said, with a laugh. “Well, come on, Kitten. It was time we headed home.”

“Marik!” Malik hissed, his face going red. He hurried away and Marik followed at a slower pace, with a smug smile.

The others separated as well, Anzu headed home to finish her homework, Jounouchi to see his sister, and Honda to cause trouble with some of his other buddies.

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Trouble: Another Ryou and Bakura lemon?

D’Ceandre: I can’t help it. They’re just too easy. But there will be other couples in this one. It’s shaping up to be a bit longer then To Lose the Light.