Love From Hell

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It never ceases to amaze me the capacity of insanity that dwells within the mind of Bakura. When I think that I have figured him out he does a one-eighty and knocks me for a loop. He took such good care of me, to my great surprise, until he believed that I was fully recovered. It didn’t matter what I thought because of my ‘emotional distress’ he said. Honestly, I don’t think he knew what he was talking about.



There was something though, something that tugged at my heart every time I looked at him or thought about him or just thought his name. I don’t know what it was… longing? Adoration? Love?... After all he had done to me since that first night with the Sennen Ring I hated him, I still hate him, I wish he’d die somehow and let me alone. However, there’s a part of me, a part that I don’t understand who wants him to stay and to never leave. I can’t remember what it felt like to be, pardon the expression, empty headed before Bakura came along.



I don’t ever want to feel that way again.



When he told me that I was his, he was not playing around with me. He had indeed claimed me as his own. His mark was on my body, forever burnt into my skin. It was interesting how that happened, his mark brunt onto my body. Well, maybe not interesting considering this is Bakura…



It was maybe a month since the incident at the arcade I really, honestly, have lost track of time since after a while with him.



Well, Yuugi had called me since I avoided everyone in school; I lived like I was barely getting through life. Finally, I returned his call and decided to meet him. We spoke about what happened and he apologized for not being able to do something to help. And that was the extent of the conversation, I really didn’t say much. Yuugi looked as though he was kind of out of it every now and then, like the way someone gets when they are analyzing something in their head.



After a short while, I left. There was nothing more to say. I could tell he was concerned but there were other things on my mind rather than receiving Yuugi’s apologies.



When I left, I didn’t go home, instead I walked. I walked to clear my head, to avoid going home, to just walk and so long as I walked I was okay.



Now, you must know, Bakura knew my schedule as if it were his own. So when I suddenly left to meet Yuugi and didn’t come back for some time and didn’t tell him anything, he unleashed his anger when I finally returned. I hadn’t even stepped through the door completely when he had pulled me inside and shoved me into the wall. The force jarred my insides and I groaned in pain and surprise.



“Where have you been?” He growled darkly.



I didn’t answer though I struggled to find words to do so. He was impatient.



“Answer my question!” He shoved me into the wall again causing me to groan. Bakura stared at me and when I lifted my head I was startled by the intensity of his gaze. “Where were you?” He sneered.



“I…I w-went to see Yuugi.” I managed. He sneered at the name. “Why were you with him? He’s how you get into trouble.”



“You’re just saying that so I don’t see him again. Yuugi is my friend and that kills you doesn’t it?” I was quite bold, he had made me upset and I was in pain. My statement didn’t please him much, in fact in infuriated him. The look in his eyes screamed his intentions. He wanted to tear me apart. But, he wouldn’t do it. There was something holding him back this time from ripping away my clothes and taking a switch to my body.



I never quite understood the self-control he exhibited then, because he hadn’t ever done so before.



“I don’t have to answer to you.” Bakura said through gritted teeth. His hold on me was beginning to grow tighter.



“Yes, you do!” I yelled angry with him. “Whether you like it or not, you are me! And that means you have to answer at least a bit to me!” That gained a reaction. He slapped me so hard my lip bled.



“You think you’re so smart don’t you?” He growled as he picked me up by my hair. “I don’t like that Yuugi friend of yours. I want you to stay away from him.”



“Why?!” I yelled. He seemed to be the only one of the group of so-called friends that actually cared about me. Bakura had no right to tell me to stay away. “Why should I? What scares you about him? He’s smaller than you, what can he do?”



“Ra, you just don’t understand!!” He growled pushing me away.



He stumbled and fell on the floor, gripping my chest as I fought to breathe. “…then why don’t you explain it to me?...” I managed.



Bakura paced back and forth, I could feel his growing anger and irritation. He didn’t want to explain what was going on with him, why he didn’t like Yuugi, yet he knew that he needed to tell me. If I didn’t find out from him I would find out somehow from Yuugi.



“I will not have him taking away what is mine…” he growled, dragging me to my…our bedroom with a vice grip on my wrist. I could feel his anger, his aggravation burning my blood. When he threw me into the bedroom there was a sudden, intense projection of fear from him. I was confused, but just as soon as it arrived it retreated. He had even looked fearful. I didn’t understand why. “You are mine.” He said, something he often reminded me of, lest I forget or go off with others. “I will not let that bastard pharaoh take what is mine.”



“Pharaoh?” I repeated. Since Bakura had entered my life he gave me bits and pieces of his life and either confirmed or debunked the myths that had become so popular. It was often confusing to me.



“Ra you don’t know anything!”



“Then explain it to me!” That always made me angry when he said things like that. How did he expect me to know everything under the sun? He’s lived longer than I have.



“Fine. Try and stay with me alright?” He sneered slightly as he paced the bedroom. “That boy… Yuugi you call him, well there is a spirit inside him, a spirit like me but he was a Pharaoh. He sealed me in that damned ring and in return he ended up sealing himself away. Too bad I didn’t get to see it. There are Sennen items with ancient spirits inside or give you great abilities such as the Sennen Eye.”



I nodded slightly. “Can the spirit talk to him like you can me?”



“Of course he can. You can tell when he’s talking to him; you can tell when they have switched roles – when Yami, the Pharaoh, has taken over Yuugi’s body.”



“He can take over his body?”



Bakura smirked. “Oh yes, he can and I can do it too. I can take over your body and make it so you would never have known.”



I swallowed, learning that fact frightened me. To know that he could take over without my permission, without me knowing, scared me. (To clarify, again, it doesn’t scare me that he can take my body over; he had already told me that before his incident it is the fact that he can do it without me knowing that scares me.) Was it the same way for Yuugi? Did Yami take over whenever he pleased or did he let Yuugi know or ask him if he could ‘come out’?



He shook his head and waved his hand. “That is of no importance right now.” Bakura looked down at me. “You are my other half and I will not let some pig-headed pharaoh swoop down and steal you from me.” He sneered. I could tell that he wasn’t joking around with me, he rarely joked around with me at least in the ha-ha funny way. His eyes always reveal how dangerous his mind was. Those deep eyes almost glowed whenever he grew angry or strong emotion rushed through him.



Bakura knelt in front of me. I pressed against the wall, beginning to shake from anticipation of what he might do. “I know more about you than you know yourself…” he whispered to me, his cold breath moving against my skin like an ice blade. “What? Scared?” He purred in my ear. I’m sure there was a grin tugging his lips.



“N-No.” I insisted.



He turned his face and mine, we were centimeters apart. “Don’t lie to me.” I stared at him. “I can smell your fear; you cannot hide it from me.” His breath had a faint aroma of cinnamon that somehow drew me close. A grin formed on his lips again and he pulled away. “So sorry little dear.” Bakura stood to his feet. “I’m going to make sure that you will remain mine and that you will know it for all eternity.”



The next thing I knew I lay sprawled across the floor. Whatever it was that he planned to do comfort would be a luxury I would have to do without. He turned me onto my stomach and straddled my waist. With the hair band he pulled back my hair and tied it up out of his way. “Now, stay just like that.” He purred, kissing the shell of my ear. His kisses burned and I didn’t know why.



Standing from me he set to work getting something ready. I could hear the tinkering of something metal but I didn’t wish to disobey him by getting up. Punishment always followed disobedience and it was swift and painful on top of the painful plans he already had. When he came back, I glanced over my shoulder and saw the red hot needle.



Needle…



I sat up instantly, backing into the bookcase behind me. “B-Bakura please no…” I whimpered, shaking my head. He had successfully given me a debilitating fear of needles since the first moment we met.



He frowned. Now I’d done it. “Come. Here.” I crawled back to him after a moment’s hesitation. Perhaps obeying him now would save me from punishment later. One can hope you know. “Return to your position.”



I obeyed and he straddled me once again. “Now, stay still.”



I froze, though my body still shook in fear, as the heat of the needle came closer and closer. Bakura held my head in place with his arm and started carving into my skin, just behind my ear. The scream emitting from my mouth caused my throat to hurt worse than if he had stabbed me in the arm. Maybe it was my fear of needles that made it seem worse? I don’t know but it bloody hurt!



The carving was done insanely slow, Bakura had told me that if he didn’t do it slow then his marked would be ruined and I would bear the mark of another. That was unacceptable. I smelled the burning flesh, burning blood, sizzling of the heat as the needle moved against my skin. When he finished he smirked and licked the cooling needle. It disgusted me that he just licked away the dead flesh and burnt blood from the needle.



“Now that is the visible mark, now for the one reserved for you and I.” he purred. I shook my head, eyes wide and frightened. He only laughed. “Oh yes…” Bakura sat off me, unbuttoning my pants and tugging them off. Every inch that my pants came down I shook my head more and the whimpering I made increased. Finally the garments were off and tossed aside. I curled slightly, blushing brightly.



Bakura laughed at my reaction. “What are you doing? I’ve seen you naked before and here you are acting as if I’ve never seen you this way.” He shook his head, crawling closer. He looked me over, forcing me to uncurl, forcing my hands away from my privates and examined me for the best place to brand me.



I listened to him mutter to himself, debating on where to brand me. The head of my penis he mentioned to himself, my perineum – the spot between my penis and anus, around my anus, on my hip bones, anywhere personal and where’d hurt the most. The hurting the most was entirely my thoughts.



As he continued talking to himself, my head began to pound, the branding behind my ear, the pain… it made my head hurt. I could still smell burning flesh and blood. I wanted to throw up.



“Alright, let’s get started.”



His voice tore me from my thoughts. “W-What are you doing?...” Bakura looked at me as if I were stupid. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to answer what I already knew. I groaned softly as he put me on my knees, spreading my legs rather wide. I felt exposed, I was always exposed to him, and it always made me feel uncomfortable. “Relax.” He purred softly, “And keep still.” He had a new needle, burning hot, and started carving into my skin.



Instantly, I cried out Bakura’s name in agony. I was still sobbing his name as he finished. He rolled me over onto my back and climbed over me, stroking my face. “Oh, you’re so pretty when you’re suffering…” He purred, licking lightly at my lips. My body shook and my stomach churned.



I curled into myself, whimpering at the pain each movement caused. Bakura scooped me up and sat me in his lap, which hurt more than you can imagine, and kissed my neck. “You are mine now; my other half, mine completely. I will not ever let you go…”



His completely… Yes, I was his now, I bore his mark and I was his, but I was conflicted by his presence. I hated him, I wanted him to leave yet I wanted him to stay, I needed him.



“…Y-You’re t-the devil…”



Bakura laughed hysterically. “The devil am I?” He lifted my face to his and just barely brushed his lips against mine. “What does that make you Ryou? Are you my angel? Perhaps fallen?” He stroked my face lightly before gripping my jaw. “If I’m the devil…why do you look at me with those eyes? Why do you chant my name as you sleep? It’s no longer the name of your father you moan, no it’s mine. Wouldn’t I be more of an incubus than the devil?”



I pulled away from him. I hated it when he brought up my father. It was disgraceful to have those kinds of thoughts about one’s father! “Well?” Bakura asked. “What makes me the devil?”



I sneered through my pain. “You’ve done this to me… you’ve scarred me, you’ve raped me, you’ve beaten and scared me. You have tormented me, you’ve given me disturbing dreams; I know what you have done, they tell me…those dreams do, you show me what you do when you’re not with me. You’re evil, you’re the devil.”



Bakura only grinned. He knew exactly what I was talking about and he was happy about it, a fact that scared me even more. “But there’s more isn’t there?” He said. This time I knew exactly what he was talking about but I refused to admit it. Smiling, he pressed his forehead to mine. “I can wait for you to say it Ryou; I have all the time in the world you know.” This I knew, but I refused to say it. I refused to acknowledge my own feelings, at least to him. I knew very well what I felt and I hated it and I hated him for making me feel this way.



I squirmed slightly to get out of his arms but it hurt and I started to cry out. He only chuckled and shook his head. “How stupid, did you forget that those marks will leave you in quite a bit of pain for some time?” I sneered at him through my tears and pain. “I want away from you.”



“Is that so?” He purred leaning close to my face. I froze but watched him closely. He brushed his let his lips barely touch my own I shivered under the kiss. He licked at my lip, taking it between his teeth and biting hard. Yelping I fell backwards, whimpering at the new pain in my lip and the pain that the fall caused. “You can never get away from me.” He licked the traces of blood from biting me off his lips. Bakura smirked and climbed over me, licking at my wounded lip. He took my lip into his mouth again and sucked the blood from the bite marks, moaning at the taste. “Such a sweet flavor…”



“Bakura…stop…”



He smirked and stood up. “Let’s see here… You have a dagger your father brought home for you from England ne?” I nodded slightly. “Where is it?” I pointed to the desk drawer and he opened it taking it from the drawer. Bakura turned to me and unsheathed the dagger, grinning into the glimmering silver blade. There was something horrible about his countenance. Something was terribly wrong.



He sauntered to me and slid beside me on the floor. Bakura placed the tip of the blade on my stomach and twirled it. I grit my teeth, sucking in my stomach to keep the blade away. He only laughed and pressed the blade closer. “Stop it…”



“Stop what? I haven’t even begun.” He purred, lifting my face and kissing my lips chastely. Such a kiss while he wielded a blade! Bakura took my arm in his hand and danced the blade along my skin. “Like a porcelain doll…” he whispered. I shivered at the cold silver sliding up and down my arm. “With your alabaster skin…” A grin came to his face. “Shall we add some color?” And before I could pull away he had sliced my wrist. Bakura made sure, however, that he didn’t cut the major vein. At least he cared that much or perhaps it was further torment after all, I couldn’t die now.



I hissed in reaction the slice. I stared at the blood and felt a little light headed. Bakura laughed as he lapped up the blood slowly. “Does the sight of blood make you queasy?” he teased. I tried to pull my arm away from him but his grip was so tight, forcing blood to squeeze out in large ruby drops which Bakura greedily licked. “We’ll have to get you used to blood. I enjoy knife play and I think you enjoy the pain.” He whispered into my skin.



“Please, no…I don’t want to…”



“You don’t want to?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow. “Since when did you have a choice in what we play?” Cruelty dripped from his words. I supposed since he saved me that I had a little more leverage on him that I could appeal to his ‘good side’ but maybe I’m naïve to believe such a thing. Yet, as long as he was around, I felt like it didn’t matter what happened to me, what he did to me because he was staying with me. He wouldn’t leave me.



A smirk formed on his lips. “…You love me don’t you?” My eyes grew wide at the inquiry. I turned away from him. “No I don’t. Whatever gave you that idea?” He laughed and shook his head, slicing into my skin again. I whimpered, tugging at my arm again. “You forget that I’m a part of you. I know your feelings. Didn’t I tell you that I know you better than you know yourself?” He stated, licking up the blood.



“I don’t love you.” I managed to spit out through my tears. Again he laughed, shaking his head. Picking me up, he dropped me onto my bed. “Don’t think you can lie to me Ryou.” He climbed over me and stroked my hair and then my cheek. He took the blade and cut a spot on my chest. I cried and shook my head. Was he planning to cut up my entire body?



“Red is such a lovely color on you.” He purred before licking and nipping at the wound, gathering the blood into his mouth. I gripped the sheets, the blood from my wrist staining the sheets. Bakura let his hand wander my body while he made the wound worse with his nipping and biting. I shuddered and whimpered at the same time. Then I arched feeling him caress my inner thighs and moaned softly, twisting the sheets around my hands. He was conditioning me, associating the pain with pleasure so that I would enjoy it.



It was working.



Everything started to spin and get hazy. “Enjoying yourself?” Bakura’s voice chimed while another cut was made. I panted softly, I didn’t want to answer him, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing it from me. “You best answer me Ryou.” He warned, licking the blood. “…Y-Y-Yes…”



“Yes what?” He purred.



“I…I enjoy it…” I answered. There was indeed something pleasurable in this mutilation and the caressing of my thighs. He leaned up and kissed me. I could taste my blood on his lips, on his tongue, in his mouth, the metallic flavor filling my own mouth. But he was forcing the blood to come out so much that I was losing a lot over the course of our games.



With my sheets stained after he had finished Bakura cleaned and bandaged my wounds. He wasn’t going to let anything become infected. After all I was his and he refused to let me get sick although I believed that I was. I could still taste my blood and I liked it.



There’s something wrong with me…









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Once again forgive me for the late chapter update and it's shortness...looks short to me anyways. Finals are next week and then I'm on break until the 17th of January. I will probably have more time to write while I'm getting ready for spring semester. Look for updates over the next few months. I'm sorry if there is OOCness with Bakura. That's what happens when life gets hectic. Again, I'm sorry to those who read this story.