What I Want (a.k.a. yami no hikari)

Warning! If you don’t like seeing Ryou get the shit whipped out of him, please skip this chappy…

crazieanimefan1: ooo! I have to put these pics up on my wall *passes you some pics of Ryou and Bakura having fun with chocolate* hehe^^

Eres: Bakura gets a lot worse in this chappy

Bambi: three times fast actually ^^

Pwetty Blood: Maliks on the road to recovery… don’t worry… I’m personally covering his medical bills…

Just to get the story to flow right, if you see words with (*) next to it, like so:
*“help* that means its part of a flash back… this will save both you and me the trouble of pausing to type ’flash back’ in this chappy.

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(Ryou)

I hit the floor with a thump, the air getting knocked from my lungs. I struggled to take a breath an end up coughing. My lungs burn from the impact, I hear Bakura run upstairs to grab something. I didn’t care to know what it was or what he planned on doing with it. The day had started off so well too.

I try to sit up, only succeeding on rolling over on to my side. My head hurts from the fall, little dots swim before my eyes. I try to take an even breath and just end up coughing and gasping again. I can hear Bakura coming back down the stairs again, he walks up to me setting the stuff he was holding down on the couch. I see them in the dark.

My eyes grow wide with terror, I start crawling away. I feel Bakura pounce me pinning me to the floor, he’s wearing that sadistic smile again. I struggle to get away from him; I don’t want him to do what we both know he’s got planned. I know it’s absolutely useless to try this, but the alcohol in my system has unclouded my mind.

It’s too bad; I try so hard to fill my mind with excuses on why I shouldn’t struggle. No one really understands how hard it is to lay still while some one touches your body, runs their hands all over you, violating you. I try hard to get away, Bakura just chuckles at my attempts to escape.

He leans close to me, I can feel his breath on my neck I can smell the alcohol, “When I’m done you’ll wish you hadn’t left Kaiba’s house, it would have been easier to share the pain with Jou…”. I know he’s dead serious. I struggle harder.

He likes to feel me squirm under his touch. He releases me to get one of the horrible objects he had gotten from upstairs. I take this as my chance for escape and bolt for the door hoping to maybe run back to Kaiba’s mansion. I let out a frustrated little growl as I start undoing all the locks we have on the door. Why are there so many Ra damned locks on this fucking door?! I feel Bakura wrap his hands around me lifting me up and dragging me away. No! I only had one lock left!

Bakura throws me on to the table, as I hit the coffee table the contents spill to the floor. I try to get up again, but Bakura shoves my head against the table top. He quickly hand cuffs me underneath the table. Turning me over on my stomach first, the impact of the throw leaving me slightly breathless. I struggle to free my self, but I would probably have more chance of jumping off a cliff and flying.

I can’t free my self so I give up the struggle with my hands. Maybe if I plead with Bakura he’ll come to realize what he’s doing let me go… no use… its not getting through to him. He just gives me a fanged smile.

“Cherish the words you speak now hikari… pretty soon you’ll be screaming different things... then again… on second thought… what you scream might not even be words at all. I can’t wait to hear you scream though” Bakura said with a cold laugh.

I’m shaking now… shaking all over; I feel the cold steel of a knife slide down my back cutting open my shirt. I hear the ripping of the fabric as Bakura impatiently rips the rest of my shirt away.

(Bakura)

I watch my hikari struggle against me; nothing turns me on more then watching some one struggle in pain or fear. I run my hand over his smooth pale flesh; he tries to move away from the touch. Silly Hikari, I always get what I want, I always take what I want.

I drag the knife down the back of his pants, the material a little harder to cut, but my new knife does the job. I slide the uncut portion of his pants down his legs to his knees. The tight denim fabric will keep him from wiggling his legs too much.

I have a lot planned tonight…

(Ryou)

I’m laying naked against the cold table, a shiver from the cold runs up my spine. Bakura shredded my boxers when he ripped into my pants with his knife. I feel him run his hands over my butt; I clench and try to pull away. I feel Bakura move, and soon he has a fist full of my silver hair in his hand. He yanks my head back and kisses me roughly, I tried to pull away from but he only grips my hair harder.

I start crying… I know people say I’m too sensitive, and that I cry too much for my own good, but if they knew what kind of pain I feel on a daily basis, they’d be quick to cry too.

“My, what a disobedient hikari, guess you need to be punished” Bakura says to me with a little chuckle.

I turn to see him pull out a finely crafted whip. I start shaking fiercely, I start struggling harder. I hate whips… I’m not sure why, Bakura never used one on me before, but I’m just scared to death of whips.

Bakura enjoys my struggling; he enjoys watching me cry tears of fear all over the cold hard table. He slowly uncoils the whip, before giving it a snap in the air. It makes a loud crack as it lashes out in to the empty room.

I shut my eyes close as the whip descends down upon by back; it makes a loud crack sound as it hits my flesh. I scream out into the dark house, my body momentarily stiffening from the pain. I feel the whip come down on my back again; once again I stiffen and let out an agony filled cry. Long lines of blood appear on my back as the whip rips at my skin, slashing my soft flesh.

I hear the whip come down on me over and over again; memories of some distant time come back to me.


*“Please Pharaoh! Please don’t!”*

*”You’ve been a naughty slave Ryou!*

I see a black and white scene before my eyes, I see myself wearing nothing huddling in the corner, and what looks like Yami standing over me with a bloody whip.

The scene stops, and I lay my head down against the table. The whippings Bakura was giving me have stopped; Bakura is putting the terrible object back on the couch next to the other ’toys’.

“I enjoyed that a lot hikari, I hope you did too…” Bakura says as he stands over me hands on his hips, that evil smile playing on his lips.

“G-go to h-hell Bakura!” I scream at him before spitting at his feet, the pain making it hard to talk right. If this had been any other night I would have kept my mouth shut but the alcohol was still in my system. And judging by how much Bakura drank, there was still plenty left in his system too.

“But you seem to forget my little hikari… that if I went to hell…. You would too. But here try this on… this will help you remember to hold your tongue” Bakura says as he straps the gag around my mouth.

I struggle to tell him some thing but all that comes out are muffled growls. He smiles at me giving me a pat on the head. I yank my head away, and Bakura rips his nails against my bloody back causing me to scream in to the gag.

I hear Bakura casually slip his pants off his hips. He’s in no rush and he’s taking his time and enjoying me writhe in pain. He positions him self behind me, teasing me slightly before he rams into me. I choke out a scream as he reopens the wounds inside me; I feel blood gushing down my legs. I can sense Bakura’s a little disappointed that the blood is acting as a slight lubricant. He rams in to me any way, the pain is becoming unbearable.

You know he’s right, I am regretting not letting Jou share the pain. I know I’m being really selfish, but why should I have to suffer thr thi this alone. The pain on my back still burning, the pain in my back starting up again.

With each thrust my body lurches forward slightly from the force. I feel I’m going to throw up, my stomach turning from the over load of physical and mental pain I’m experiencing.

I feel a sudden hitch before Bakura releases into me with a grunt. He pulls out, removing his hands from my hips… I let my back side slide down on to the table. Once again I’m comforted by the cold table beneath me.

“I hope this taught you a lesson hikari” Bakura tells me as he wipes the blood off of his length.

I didn’t say any thing; I just lay there in an agony filled daze.

“I asked you some thing hikari, I expect a response… oh yes... that’s right… your still gagged” Bakura says a s he unties the gag around my mouth.

I throw up on the floor, I feel awful, an acidy taste lingering in my mouth from the vomit. Bakura just shakes his head, “What a mess… I’ll have you clean it up in the morning hikari. While were in a chatty mood, I think I forgot to mention some important news. I’m the one who tried to kill Malik, that is of course, before I did to him what I‘ve just done to you” Bakura said he kneels down unlocking my handcuffs.

So it was him... he tried to kill Malik… I feel pain deep within my chest, it hurts so much. It hurts to think that Malik went through this too.

“But just so you don’t get any ideas, I think a little reminder will do you some good, this will also remind you who owns you and that when I give you an order you fulfill it” Bakura said as he took my arm stretching it out before him. He then carved his name in to my skin, the ultimate act of marking his property. That’s what I was, property, I was the best damn piece of furniture he ever owned. I’m not worthy of being human…I’m just some thing to be used… like a tissue.

Bakura grabs his ‘toys’ and heads up to his room. I crawl off the table and pull myself into the corner between the bookshelf and the wall, it’s a small little nook but it fits me perfectly. It made me feel safe; there was a wall in back of me and to the side, and on the other side the hard wood of the book case. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

(Bakura)

The next morning I woke up with one hell of a head ache. Ung… I can’t remember a thing that happened last night. I remember playing a drinking game at Seto’s but that’s it. I walk down the stairs out of my room. Why was it so damn bright today?

Wait… some things missing… usually there the smell of breakfast in the morning, we can’t be out of food already… Ryou would have mentioned it too me. I walk in to the living room and find no one in the kitchen.

I head out in to the living room; the first thing I see is a large puddle of blood. Ra…. What the hell happened hear, I know it’s my hikari’s blood that’s been spilt, it’s something every yami knows in side.

I follow the blood trail to a little corner at the side of the room right next to the book shelf. There I see my sleeping hikari, his arms all bloody and I can tell by the stain on the wall his back is bloody too. A small puddle of blood has collected around his legs, it’s a wonder if he didn’t faint from the loss of some much blood.

I take a step forward and my hikari’s eyes shoot open. I’ve never seen him this terrified of me. Suddenly bots of memory starts coming back to me. I see the story unfold inside my head.

Oh Ra…. What have I done…

“Ryou…are you…” I start to ask but the question seems a little pointless.

“Please, please, please, please, please, please” Ryou starts repeating that word over and over again. I can tell he doesn’t see me as I am now… he sees me as I was last night.

* Ryou was screaming "PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T HIT ME! I-I P-PROMISS I WONT BE B-BAD! J-JUST PLEASE DON'T H-HIT ME...PLEASE...PLEASE! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HIT ME!" He was crying and shacking just as bad as Malik.*

The memory comes back to me of back in ancient Egypt…

I back away slowly… this is too much… there too much blood every where. Ryou just pushes him self closer to the wall and keeps repeating the same word over and over again.

I run out the door… I can’t handle this…its just to painful to watch…

(Marik)

I watch Bakura run out of the house… perfect…its my time to strike.

I walk into the house looking for Ryou; a powerful smell hangs in the air…that’s blood…more specifically Ryou’s blood. I see a puddle of the stuff near the coffee table mixed with vomit. I think I’m going to throw up my self…

I follow the trail of blood overt o a corner where I find Ryou huddled up and bloody. What in the name of the great sun god Ra happened?! Ryou’s covered in blood and vomit staring in to nothing. He just keeps rocking back and forth repeating the word ‘please’.

I back up in horror… not even I treat my hikari this bad… and I want to kill him…

I guess my work here was already done, there’s nothing more I can do to the poor boy to hurt him any worse then he is now…

But there is still a way I can hurt Bakura…

I pick Ryou up and he doesn’t seem to notice. I carry him up to the bathroom and grab a towel to wrap around blo bloody body before leaving the house…

Malik came home today, but he’s probably still asleep. I carry Ryou in to the house, carrying down the flight of stairs to the basement. There’s a bed and bathroom down there, I some times lock Malik in here when I get mad at him.

I wash and treat all of Ryou’s external wounds, cleaning his entrance of the caked on blood too. Looking at him I’m reminded of myself when I was back in Egypt, I remember how mush the whip hurt, and judging by the marks on Ryou’s back he was in a lot of pain for quite a while.

I know how treat most of these wounds having treated Bakura and myself when we had them. I bandage Ryou up and tuck him in to the cot that I had set up for Malik. He snuggles him self into the blankets, and falls asleep. I run a hand over his hair that was so like Bakura’s. If only things had been different…

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don’t worry ppl this fic ain’t over yet… next chappy malik discovers Ryou in his basement and Marik watches Bakura panic over the loss of Ryou. Does any one think i'm too kinky for my own good? Any way please review! ^^