A Series of One Shots

SADIST

[Bakura x Duke]

He asked for this. I remind myself as I stare down into those wide, green eyes.

He asked for me to hurt him.

I enjoy the feel of a blade digging into flesh, the sounds of a victim as they give their last breath. Call me a killer, a monster, but it gets me off.

But this was different…this…I was not used to. This…was what he wanted.

“Do it.” He gritted, spitting out the blood.

I was hesitating. He made me hesitate. This person was different. This person wanted what others had begged for escape from.

I readjusted my grip on the blade and sliced down his chest. Shallow but enough for the blood to ooze out. I watched his face as I made the second slice diagonal to the first. He was enjoying it. His teeth were bared but I could feel his cock under me throb.

“Lick it up.”

He tasted sweet. That coppery taste was always satisfying to me and there was plenty to drink up. To let roll around in my mouth before swallowing hungrily. He groaned like he was having the best fuck of his life. It had to have hurt, my tongue pushing into the torn flesh. But he was loving it. Pushing the back of my head to lap deeper into him.

It’d been going on like this for close to an hour now. He wanted me to beat the fuck out of him and I was. Punch him, cut him, kick him, hurt him until he couldn’t breathe. His teeth were covered with blood, the left side of his face swelling from where I’d punched him with all my might.

I was a sadist. I loved giving others pain and here was a man who relished that pain.

His jet black hair was clumped with sweat and blood, sticking to his face and fanned across the pillow. I loved the way blood clumped. How it stained anything it touched. Like it was proving it was something that could never be undone—never returned.

“I’m guessing you don’t want fingers first?” I smirked.

He scoffed…of course.

I’d been feeling his cock get harder and harder beneath me, digging into my ass as I sat on top and beat the shit out of him.

I shook my head with a laugh, “Fine by me,” I pumped my cock a couple times. “Makes you tighter.” I grunted, pushing inside.

“Ohhhhhh.” He moaned long and needily as I pushed deeper in, feeling the skin begin to break.

Deep inside of him was almost too much to handle. The heat—the binding, suffocating heat. How could a sadist give in so early and deny his masochist his needs?

“Come on, fuck me.” He whispered…pleaded. Slowly sliding myself out, feeling the blood collect onto my swollen cock until just the tip remained. And then slamming back in. I cried out. Fuck it was too good.

His arms were shaking as his fists grabbed at the sheets. “Fuck, Bakura. Go…Come on, fucking hurt me.”

He wouldn’t put up with anything but quick, relentlessly hard thrusts. He wouldn’t let me savor this heat and tightness.

So I wrapped my fingers tightly around the headboard, kept my knees pressed into the bed for support and I pushed hard into him. So hard it almost hurt me. He screamed out my name, dug his nails into my back and thrust his hips into mine for more. It could never be hard enough for him.

His muscles shuddered and pulsed around me as I slammed into him again. I bit my lip, kept my focus to keep me from cumming. I wanted this to last. How often does the sadist get to hear cries for more?

“Fuck Bakura. Fuck go faster!” He screamed. Was I even hitting his prostate? Was it the pleasure or pain that got him so fucking hard when I was fucking him? Precum was oozing from him. I reached down to grab his cock but his hand pushed it away.

“I wanna cum without you touching it.” He panted.

“Fine.” I thrusted in again, I thrusted quick and deep. The headboard was crushing my fingers against the wall but my cock felt too damn good to care. The more I thrusted the more the blood and precum made everything slicker and quicker.

He was writhing beneath me, whimpering and crying out. Clawing at my skin, chest heaving and head tossing from side to side like it was all too much. And that was what he wanted.

My arms were beginning to shake, I couldn’t keep myself up much longer, resting my weight on the headboard as I continued to thrust in and out.

“Bakura…cum in me…please cum in me.” He was begging for it. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer anyway, a few more thrusts and I’d be done.

I nodded hastily, using the last energy to slam into him.

“Awww fuuuuuuck!!!” He whined, his whole body shaking and arching up as he cummed over himself.

That was enough for me, the sight of hot, sticky cum covering his sweaty, cut up body. I came hard into him, feeling those muscles spasm and tighten against me, leaving me weak-kneed—squeezing out every last drop I had.

I fell on top of him in exhaustion, feeling his warm cum stick to me.

“Your cum stings.” He panted.

I laughed. It was probably a compliment.

“You hesitated.”

“What?”

“Before you cut me. You hesitated.” He was right. I had and I didn’t know why. I’d never hesitated. But there was something about him wanting it that made me stop. Because he was different. That was my only explanation. The others had pled against it. He had pled for it.

“It’s still weird.”

“What is?”

“That you like it.”

He grinned, running his fingers down my spine. “It’s weird you like giving it.”

“I guess so.”

“How long do your wounds take to heal?”

“Who cares? Feels even better when they re-break.” He laughed.

I couldn’t help but smile.

I was a sadist. I loved giving others pain and here was a man who relished that pain.

He asked for this.

AN: I am so so sorry that I haven't updated this forever! But I'm FINALLY back into my writing mood. Its been a long time coming! I hope I still have some reviewers left! I can't tell you how much it means to get reviews from you guys. Even if its just a 'nice'! :D