Cruel Dark

I'm very sorry for the long wait, been very busy. I hope everyone likes this chapter, I haven't had much time to work on it so it might not be the best, and I might have some mistakes with spelling and punctuation, hopefully it is not to hard to understand. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Hope, hope, hope.


Cold Dark

Chapter Three

"That's enough, I'll do what ever you want, now stop." Marik is tired of this, he wants his pet, and he wants him now, Bakura looks as if he's giving it thought, then he grins.

"But the fun has just started, there's so many other things I could do," Bakura informs him, "I could make him prepare himself or put a toy in him and watch him squirm, I could make him masturbate till there's no more sperm in his little body, there's so many possibilities, any requests?"

Marik just growls.

"You know why I can do all this?" it's silent for a long moment, Bakura waiting for an answer, Marik not answering, and Ryou trying to block everything out. Ryou's cry is what breaks the silence, the hikari's hands quickly cover his new wound, stopping the bleeding a bit, Bakura licks the blood off his blade, the one that came from nowhere. "If I was you I would stop pissing me off, now answer the question."

"I don't know," Marik's hands are closed into tight fists, so tight that his trimmed nails are digging into the flesh of his palm.

"Because Ryou is mine, and I'll strike a deal with you, a body, I want my own body," Bakura tells him, "if you come back here before I have one you'll watch me fuck Ryou's pretty little ass till he can't remember anything but me fucking him, now leave."

Marik has no choice, he has to do what he was told, he fades away.

-

Marik punches the wall with all his anger, he stains the white wall crimson with his blood and storms out of the room.

-

"You were a very good boy," with those words Bakura lets go of Ryou, the teen instantly falls feeling weak, sick, and very confused, how could this all feel so real if it wasn't? "Come here hikari," Bakura calls, Ryou does not dare refuse, not wanting anymore pain today. His legs are weak but Ryou manages to get to the black, leather couch that Bakura made appear and is now sitting on, his yami pats the seat next to him, Ryou takes the hint and obeys. Ryou flinches when Bakura's hand makes contact with his head, the yami ignores this and pets his hikari. "Finish yourself."

"What?!" Brown eyes widen, the first thought that came to his mind when he heard that is death, Bakura wants him to kill himself.

"I want to see you cum," the darkness chuckles, over hearing his hikari's thoughts.

"Pl-please d-d-don't make m-me," Ryou pleads, he just wants to curl up and waste away in his sorrows, this is not what he wanted when he pleaded for company.

"Are you disobeying me?" Bakura questions, anger evident in his words.

"N-no yami," The whitenett is quick to answer. The young man grips himself unsurely, Bakura has never requested anything like this before, why start now? Ryou's pace is slow and he tries to concentrate on anything but the act he is performing or the person that is watching. The hikari cries out in shock when he is lifted effortlessly by his yami and placed in between the older males legs. A larger hand engulfs Ryou's and instructs him, making him stoke himself faster.

"Don't pretend this is your first time," if Ryou's face could turn any redder it would, of course he masturbated before, he is a teenage boy, but he didn't do it much, and he never knew that Bakura knew of this little activity. Soon Ryou is flushed for a whole new reason, and his yami no longer has to instruct him as the slightly panting boy thrusts up into his rapidly moving hand.

"I-I-" Ryou tilts his head back, a soft moan leaves his luscious lips, and he closes his chocolate eyes as he cums, his semen staining his hands and the couch. The hikari rests his head back upon his yami's shoulder physically and mentally exhausted.

Bakura examines Ryou in all his glory, even a complete moron would notice that Ryou was a one of a kind beauty and no one but the thief got to see him when he was the most beautiful and that was times like these, with Ryou flushed, relaxed, with his lips parted just slightly in an outstandingly lustful way, and sweat glistening on his illuminating skin, in every way Ryou was beautiful.

Ryou did not stay this way for long, he sits up, opening his eyes to the dark world, a solemn look overcomes his expression as a question comes to mind, one he doesn't want the answer to, but has to ask.

"Y-You are go-g-gonna give me to h-him?" the boy can feel tears build up behind his eyes, ready to spill when he hears the obvious answer.

A firm grip is placed on Ryou's chin, and it forces his head to the side so he is capable of looking at Bakura.

"I don't know why that should concern you, you are but a slave," the darkness was speaking of the matter as if explaining a simple math equation, " what a master does with his slave is his own business, and the slave would be wise not to question it."

One would imagine that Ryou would be used to his yami's harsh words after all these years but it still crushes the delicate boys heart to hear them.

Bakura really has no intention to give the boy away, he is a thief it should be obvious he is a liar as well, but Ryou has no right questioning him and he has to put his hikari in his place.

"I'm sorry Bakura-sama," Ryou apologizes hoping it will put his yami in a better mood.

"You always are, hikari," the words are harsh but the tone is soft which Ryou cannot understand but he does not have the chance to contemplate it for he is carelessly shoved to the 'ground'.

The disgrunted boy looks up, but his yami is gone along with the couch, Ryou is once again alone.

-

"He has not returned?"

It's the same routine.

"No Bakura-sama."

How many times have the same words been spoken? Ten? Eleven times?

"I suppose you're not worth his effort."

-

If anyone was to catch Marik doing what he is doing they would consider him nothing less than evil, but most already do and he doesn't give a damn.

"Good boy," The yami groans, rocking his hips faster, loving the heat around his cock. His grasp on short brunette hair tightens as the one on their knees below him chokes on his member, he doesn't give a damn about their well being, he just fucks the induced man's mouth harder, all the while looking at Ryou, imagining it being the teen instead.

-

"I bore of this, when that bastard returns there will be consequences." Ryou tries not to think of what the 'consequences' might be, knowing they will most likely involve him. Still he doesn't think his yami should complain, he can control the shadow realm, unlike the poor teen who has still no clothes while Bakura has knew ones all the time. "I hear what you're thinking," the teen jumps at this statement.

"I-I'm sorry Bakura-sama."

"No need," the yami smirks, "you're right, I'm being selfish."

Ryou knows this cannot be good.

"N-n-no no-not at a-all," Ryou shakes his head to support his words.

"Don't lie Ryou, it's bad for your health," Bakura stands.

"I'm s-s-sorry," Ryou pleads.

"Why should you be sorry? You're right." Bakura continues walking towards his shaken Hikari. Ryou stands, stumbling backwards with fear, "Come here."

"Please Ba-Bakura, d-don't.." tears blur Ryou's vision, Bakura is so much worse when he is acting nice than when he is just plain cruel. The yami's smirk is replaced with a frown, a look of annoyance plastered on his face.

"I try to be nice, and this is what I get for it?" Ryou doesn't answer, his thoughts on running at the right moment. "That is not a good idea, host, where would you run?"

"I-" Ryou doesn't even finish apologizing, he walks uncertainly to his Yami, eyes on the ground as he stops before the taller man.

"Much wiser decision"

Smack! Ryou hits the ground with a small groan, he curls into himself, closing his eyes to this nightmare.

"Next time don't test my patience," Bakura warns before his recent smirk revives. "Are you ready to accept my hospitality now?"

"P-please I c-can't play th-these ga-games," Ryou mummers defeatedly, Bakura is taken back by his hikari's words. A questionable look overcomes him. "I-I'm sorry."

"Game?" Bakura kneels down beside his other half, he runs his fingers through the boys pale hair. "What a good boy you are," Ryou opens his eyes to look at his yami questionably. "You give me such great ideas sometimes, it has been a while since we've played a good game."


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