Return to the Light
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Adult ++
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13
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56
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Consequences
Return to the Light
Summary: It’s been three years since Seto Kaiba left Domino. He now returns only to find his friends have gone down a dark path. After all they had done for him, Seto now feels that it’s up to him to bring his friends out of the darkness, and help them start over.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a damn thing.
******MAJOR YAOI WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER!!! HEAVY RAPE SCENE!!! IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, LEAVE NOW! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING*******
Chapter 9-Consequences
Yami and Yugi went all out. Moving together, they forgot everything else; it was just the two of them, moving sensually with one another. Yami pressed his lips to the back of Yugi’s neck, slipping his hand into his shirt, sliding over his chest. Yugi peeled his tight shirt off, and turned, pulling Yami’s off as well. Yami smirked.
/What are you thinking?/ Yugi asked, nervously, continuing to move to the music. Yami winked, and slowly unbuckled his belt, walking towards his light, who nervously backed away, eyeing him suspiciously.
//You’ll see….// Yami drawled.
/Uhhh…./ Yami smirked, then pounced. He shoved Yugi against the thick wooden column in the center of the stage, pressing his lips to his hikari’s. When he pulled back, he smirked. Yugi blinked. /I hate you./ He mumbled through their link, when he discovered where Yami’s belt was; around his wrists, keeping him tied to the column.
//I know.// Yami said, smirking, pulling Yugi’s belt off as well, vaguely registering the loud clamor of the crowd.
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“Dammit, I’m not messing with you while you’re driving!” Ryou snarled, for the fifth time. Kuro was irritating him.
/Bakura?/
//Ryou?//
/This guy’s driving me mad./
//Doshite?//
/He wants me to blow him while _he’s_ driving./ Ryou scowled when Bakura chuckled through the link. /Urusai. I don’t know if I can put up with him much longer./
//Just one night, hikari. After tonight, it’s all over.// Bakura reminded him. Ryou smiled, and relaxed, then looked out the window.
/Yes. Just one night. I’ll keep that in mind. Arigatou Bakura-chan. Ashiteru./
//I’ll be waiting for you, koi.// Bakura said, before they both closed the link.
“C’mon, kid.” Kuro purred. Ryou rolled his eyes.
“No, thank you! I have no desire to get in a car wreck!” Ryou growled. Kuro scowled, and glanced at Ryou in the passenger seat of the car, arms folded over his lean chest, eyes staring out the window. Kuro smirked, and took his right hand off of the wheel. Slowly, looking back and forth between the road, and Ryou, he slid his hand closer, until it was hovering over Ryou’s lap. His smirk turned into a feral grin, as he let his hand fall, squeezing Ryou between his legs. Ryou jumped and gasped, staring at the hand groping him.
“You can just make it up to me when we get to my place.” Kuro purred, smiling, when Ryou’s eyes closed, and he gripped the armrests. Kuro moved his hand up, as he thumbed Ryou’s pants open, and slid the zipper down, freeing his arousal. Kuro squeezed it, and Ryou let his head fall back, as a moan escaped his lips.
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/I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you…./ Yugi repeated, over and over again, as he trembled under his yami’s heated touches, as he strained against the belt holding his wrists. All Yami did was laugh at him through their link, and tease him, and make dirty comments to turn Yugi on even more. Yugi was getting way too turned on for his own good; he would definitely need some release, and soon.
The next thing he knew, the music was off, and the stage was dark. Yami was nuzzling him behind the ear.
//Have fun?//
/You are insufferable./ Yugi complained, as Yami released his wrists.
//Maybe. But you should have seen the reactions we were getting. I think our boss will be happy.//
/Good for him. Now, make me happy./ Yugi said, suggestively. Yami smiled, and caught Yugi when he stumbled. Yugi squeaked when Yami swung him up into his arms, and took him off of the stage.
“Not now.” Yami said, when their boss opened his mouth to speak. Yami whisked Yugi into their dressing room, and locked the door, dropping Yugi on the floor. He pulled Yugi’s pants down, and smiled. “I guess I went a bit too far.” He chuckled. Yugi bit his lower lip.
“Oh, God, hurry…” He moaned. Yami smiled, and lowered his head between Yugi’s legs.
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“What the hell…?” Ryou mumbled, when they pulled up in front of Kuro’s house. there were cars lining the street, and the house was in chaos. Kuro turned off the motor, and got out. Ryou sighed, and got out as well, reminding himself again that this was his last night sleeping around. He jumped, and caught his pants as they threatened to fall off of his hips, then fastened them. Kuro grabbed his upper arm, and pulled him towards the noisy house.
“Trust me kid, you’ll have fun tonight.” Kuro chuckled.
“What’s going on?” Ryou asked, suddenly getting a bad feeling, as his was pushed through the front door. Numerous eyes turned, and once they noticed who he was with, about a dozen men surrounded him, all talking loudly, smelling of alcohol, and touching him everywhere. Ryou shied away, pressing back into Kuro.
“Back off, guys, I have first dibs.” Kuro laughed, as he slugged down a beer. “You’ll all get your turn.” Ryou froze.
“Nani?!” Ryou gasped, eyes widening. The next few moments were spent in extreme disorientation, as he was passed around by rough hands, exploring his slim body. It wasn’t until he felt a weight lifted from his chest that he panicked.
“No! Let me go! You can’t! Please, no! Oh, God! Bakura! BAKURAAA!!!” Ryou screamed.
“C’mon, kid, I paid good money for you tonight.” Kuro snarled, and dragged him, kicking and screaming, into the bedroom, the rest of the party trailing behind, eyeing the terrified youth hungrily.
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Yugi screamed as he released under his darker half’s administrations, for the fourth time that night. There was a pounding on the door.
“Get your asses on stage, in three!” Their boss hollered. Yami sighed, and rolled his eyes. Yugi sat up, slightly, and kissed Yami, gently.
“Last night, Yami-chan.”
“Hai. Wow, is it really two thirty all ready?”
“Yup.” Yugi said, standing, and fastening his pants. The two strode out of the small room, and to the wings of the stage, as one of their co workers finished their routine. When they were finished, the manager gave Yami and Yugi a mournful look, and sighed, moving out onto the stage before them. Yugi looked at Yami, questioningly, and Yami simply shrugged.
“Uh, Ladies and gentlemen…” the manager mumbled into the microphone. “I have some, regrettable news. This next performance is the farewell performance of our Delinquent Duo, Yugi and Yami Mouto. ,” Yugi and Yami snickered, at that. (AN: I hate that card. My friends Ray uses it on me all the time!) “We all regret seeing them go. They are some of the best, eh?” The crowd went wild.
“Hmm.” Yami said, absently, smirking. “Who knew we were so appreciated, huh?”
“Not me.” Yugi snorted, scowling slightly, subconsciously rubbing his backside where their boss always slapped him. He jumped, when he felt a sharp slap back there, and his boss was still on stage. He looked around, startled, only to find Yami smothering a snicker with his other hand.
“Ass.” Yugi snarled, and Yami slapped it again.
“Good job Yugi. You’re finally learning your anatomy.” Yami choked out, trying not to burst out laughing. Yugi gave him the finger, disgusted. Yami straightened up.
“Oooh. I’m seeing obscene gestures from my innocent little aibou.” He said, snatching Yugi’s middle finger, and kissing it. “I’m taking you up on this offer, later on.” He hissed, drawing Yugi’s finger into his mouth and sucking gently on it, looking as seductive as he possibly could. Yugi swallowed, eyes wide, then took his finger back, scowling and swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Knock it off.” He snapped, making Yami chuckle again.
“All right, all right…” Yami sighed, as their manager finished up a surprisingly, and disgustingly sappy speech. He came back stage, and smiled at Yugi and Yami, tears springing up in his eyes.
“I’m, *sniff* gonna miss you guys!” He whimpered, before throwing an arm around each boy, mashing them into his chest, and holding them their. Yami blinked at Yugi, inches from his face, looking just as shocked.
“He’s smashed.” Yugi said. “Big time.”
“Ohhh, yeah.” Yami said, before prying himself and his hikari from their stoned manager. He grabbed Yugi’s hand , pulled him on the stage, to loud cheers, a large goofy grin on his face.
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********Okay, if you’re an idiot, and you ignored the yaoi rape warning, then this gives you another chance. If you don’t like the evil rape scene, go down to the dot-dot-dot-scene-change thingy*******
/Pain…. Hurts….. Yameru... Onegai….Bakura… Taskete…. Help me before….. Before they tear me apart….. Bakura…../ Incoherent thoughts plagued Ryou’s mind, trying to make themselves known through the pain in his body. He was face down on the bed, on his knees, the voices around him a dull roar in his ears. He felt one man leave him, and another take his place, and he cried out, as the man drove his length deep into Ryou’s body. Blood and semen coated his thighs from the countless times he had been taken in the last three hours. He had passed out twice, but they kept waking him up, just to continue on as before. He was too exhausted to fight them anymore. He looked to the clock on the bedside table, and for the first time, he saw hope. It was almost 3 am. Kuro had to have him back to Bakura by 3:30. That meant they’d have to leave now to get there in time.
“Almost…. Three…” Ryou groaned, when Kuro drew near, lifting him off of his face. Kuro simply smirked, and crushed his lips to Ryou’s badly bruised mouth.
“I know. But it would be rude to stop my guests’ fun…” He murmured.
“Have to… have me back… by 3:30….” Ryou gasped, and whimpered when the man assaulting him reached him climax, and backed off. Ryou collapsed bonelessly on the wet and sticky bed, amid the messes of all the men present.
“Only because that’s the amount of time I paid for. All right, boys. We got two choices. One, I can take our little toy here home, and we end the party early. Or, you fellas can just chip in some cash so when we’re done, I can pay the late fee for keeping the whore past due. What’s it gonna be?!?” the men all began talking at once, going through pairs of pants, trying to find their own, and searching the wallets within. Kuro smirked, and looked down at Ryou.
“Looks like you’re working over-time tonight, sweetheart…” He sneered. Ryou’s heart froze. They weren’t going to stop. They were going to keep using him… Hope drained out of him along with the new wave of tears that streamed down his face, as he was pulled to his hands and knees again. Kuro knelt in front of him, and shoved his arousal into Ryou’s mouth. Ryou screamed around the length, when he felt another man enter him harshly, and countless other rough hands, clawing at his soft skin, pinching his nipples and stroking his shaft.
Bits of the conversation he had had with Bakura back at their apartment played in his head. He remembered Bakura’s loving words.
‘Just get through tonight, love. Then you never have to do it again’
‘Just one more night. And then, I’ll never let you go.’
‘You don’t have to go.’
‘Ryou, I don’t want you to go.’
‘I’ll be waiting for you, koi.’
Ryou sobbed, as he remembered his own words.
‘One more time won’t kill me.’
/Oh, God… They’re killing me…. Taskete….. Onegai…. Bakura…../
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***You can read now ^_^***
Yami ground his hips against Yugi’s, his body slicked in sweat. He didn’t know how long they had been up on the stage, but it had been a long time. The club was rocking like never before, the music blasting, a vertigo of colored lights swirling around the room. The whole atmosphere was making Yami light headed. He vaguely registered Bakura entering the club, waiting for Ryou to return more than likely. Yami smiled, and moved away from Yugi to play the crowd on one side of the stage, while his light worked the other. The energy within the club had reached it’s peak; it was intoxicating, affecting even those who were completely sober. Yami had never seen anything like it, and he and Yugi were at the center of it all. He knew for a fact that they had raked in three times the cash in the last half hour than they usually did in two nights.
Yami swiped a beer bottle from a drunk, and tipped his head back, filling his mouth with the liquid. He then snatched a lighter from another person, and flicked on the flame. Holding it in front of him, he spat out the beer, sending a fireball over the crowd. Yugi turned, and gave him a look.
/What have I told you about doing that?!?/ His light demanded. Yami smirked, and merely repeated the action. /Yami!!!/ Yugi cried, annoyed. Yami had done this trick a few times before (Marik had taught him) and for some reason, it made Yugi very nervous. Yami smiled, and simply downed the rest of the beer in the bottle, swallowing this time.
//Would you rather I try to light my farts like Joey?// He snickered. Yugi had to smile.
/…He was drunk, back off./
//It was funny as hell, how he set his pants on fire.//
/Ha ha. Don’t look now, but _your_ pants are on fire./ Yugi spat. Yami shrieked, and jumped, eyes flying to his pants. He blinked, then heard Yugi laughing, aloud. He glared at Yugi.
//They are not! That was mean, Yugi.//
/But it was funny as hell./ Yugi chided. Yami frowned, stole another beer, and sent out another fireball, just to annoy his lighter half.
Across the club, Bakura slouched down in a corner table. He glanced at his watch. It was 3:00.
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Bitter tears silently rolled down Ryou’s soft cheeks, as he lay in the messy bed, alone. The other men in the house could be heard loudly, and drunkenly, singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to someone; Ryou couldn’t make out the name. Ryou’s eyes turned to the Millennium Ring, on the floor near the door. He clenched his teeth, and started to move, but cried out, and the burning pain that coursed throughout his form. He had lost track of how long he had been there, as he had lost track of how many times he had been taken against his will. All he knew was that it was long past the time he was supposed to be gone. He still had a bitter taste in his mouth from all the different men who had forced him to give them blow jobs. His entire body was sticky with their fluids, making him feel dirtier than he had ever felt in his entire life. He closed his eyes. Bakura would blow a fuse when he found out. Bakura….
Ryou opened his eyes, and turned them on the Millennium Ring. Bakura…. He frowned, and sat up, crying at the pain the movement sent through him. But he focused on the Ring, as opposed to his pain. He grit his teeth, and dragged himself off of he bed, falling to floor with a yelp. He looked up, and crawled over to the Ring, though he was feeling faint. He reached out a trembling hand, and let it fall on the Ring. Smiling, weakly, he let his body go limp, as he reached out with his mind, to his yami.
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3:30. 3:30 had come and gone, and there was still no sign of Ryou. Bakura sighed. Kuro often brought Ryou back a bit late, but this time, Bakura had a bad feeling. It was way past late. He had felt it when the Ring left Ryou’s neck, but that was no big surprise, it was often removed when Ryou was “working”, but again, something didn’t feel right. Sighing, he turned, and watched Yami and Yugi, smiling slightly; the pair was extremely hot, and sexy, and the fireballs Yami was creating was driving the crowd mad. Bakura frowned, slightly. A little too mad. Bakura realized what was going to happen a few seconds before it did.
Yugi gasped, when he suddenly felt his legs grabbed. He looked down, blinking at the people holding onto his leather clad calves. He gasped, when he was lifted off of the bar he had been standing on, and was passed through the crowd. Yugi panicked. But surprisingly, the first though that came to his mind wasn’t to call to his yami.
/Damn. Didn’t I see this in ‘Coyote Ugly’?/
Yami turned, when he felt Yugi’s sudden fear.
//”YUGI!!!”// He shouted, and ran towards the edge of the stage, stepping off of it, and onto the bar top. He gasped, when he felt his own legs grabbed. The club was no longer a club, it was a drunken riot.
/”YAMI! HELP ME!”/ Yugi cried. Yami saw Bakura at the edge of the crowd, fighting towards Yugi, worry in his face. In the back of his mind, this vaguely amused Yami, but he was more than just worried. It was then that he noticed; he still had the lighter, and a half full beer bottle. He quickly filled his mouth, and flicked on the lighter. The crowd before him, and below him (He had somehow gotten placed on someone’s shoulders) screamed and panicked, and Yami let loose a huge fire ball. The people panicked, and Yami saw Yugi dropped.
/YAMI!!!/ Yugi cried desperately, as he fell to the floor. Fear stilled Yami’s heart. Yugi would be trampled! He himself was dropped, but managed to stay on his feet. He tried to fight his way towards where Yugi was, but the crowd only swept him further away. With a flash, the Sennen Eye appeared on his forehead, and his eyes shone like fire. He began to fight through the crowd, using his powers to carve a path for himself through the flood of people. But he couldn’t find Yugi.
//YUGI?!? Where are you?!?//
/…….the stage!/ He heard Yugi cry after a moment. Yami whirled, and saw Bakura on the stage, pulling Yugi up. He put Yugi’s arm over his shoulders, helping the shaken boy stand. Yugi searched the crowd for his Yami. It was too dark, he was unable to make anything out in the chaos.
“There.” Bakura growled, pointing. Sure enough, amid the black masses, glowed a familiar symbol above two red embers. Yami rushed to the stage, and hoisted himself up onto it. From there, they watched the bouncers and the police clear out the club. Finally, it was only the three of them.
“Yami? Yugi?” A feathery voice, said. They turned to their co-worker, who looked very pale. “Are you all right?”
“We’re fine, Tsukira.” Yugi said, nodding.
“The boss is gonna flip, when he sobers up.”
“Yes…” Yami said, chest heaving as he fought to catch his breathe. “Tell him we’re gone. And not to worry about our last paycheck. It’s on us. To say we’re sorry. you’d better go.” Tsukira ran backstage.
“Thanks, Bakura.” Yugi said, to the pale spirit. “You saved my life.” Bakura snorted.
“The Pharaoh would have done the same thing for Ryou.” He said, smiling at Yugi. Suddenly, his face grew panicked. “Oh, Ra, Ryou! Have you seen him? He was supposed to be back here an hour ago! He’s not! And he’s not responding to the link!” Yami frowned.
“That’s not like Ryou.” He said. Suddenly, Bakura went stiff. He cried out, and jerked, falling back onto his rear end, face contorted in pain.
//“Ryou!”// He gasped, mentally, and out loud, for Yami and Yugi’s benefit.
/Bakura…./
//”Nan desu ka, Ryou-chan?”//
/…..Bakura…. taskete…. Onegai…./
//”Ryou, are you all right?!?”//
/I-Iie… Bakura, they hurt me…Real bad… c-can’t move…/
//”Oh, Ra, Ryou where are you?!? What happened?!?”//
/…. Too many… all at once… hurt me…. Blood…. I’m bleeding…. They took the Ring….. wouldn’t stop…. Told Kuro it was almost three…. Told him to bring me back…. But he kept going… they all did…/
//”Ryou, what the hell happened? Where are you?”//
/…. Kuro’s house… too many… couldn’t stop them from… from…./
//”Ryou…”//
/…. They’re killing me…. Bakura-chan… Ahshiteru……………./
//”Ryou?”//
/……../
//”Ryou?!”//
/………/
//”RYOU!!!”//
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Oh, my God, I can’t believe I just did that! I’m so sorry, that whole last thing with Ryou and Bakura just wrote itself! It was as if I no say in it what-so-ever! Hmmmm…. Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait for the next chapter.
Cheesy announcer voice: Is Ryou really gone? Is it too late to save the silver haired hikari? Did Seto return to Domino too late to stop disaster? Find out next time, same Sennen-time, same Sennen-website!
Next Chapter: Vengeance
Summary: It’s been three years since Seto Kaiba left Domino. He now returns only to find his friends have gone down a dark path. After all they had done for him, Seto now feels that it’s up to him to bring his friends out of the darkness, and help them start over.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a damn thing.
******MAJOR YAOI WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER!!! HEAVY RAPE SCENE!!! IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, LEAVE NOW! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING*******
Chapter 9-Consequences
Yami and Yugi went all out. Moving together, they forgot everything else; it was just the two of them, moving sensually with one another. Yami pressed his lips to the back of Yugi’s neck, slipping his hand into his shirt, sliding over his chest. Yugi peeled his tight shirt off, and turned, pulling Yami’s off as well. Yami smirked.
/What are you thinking?/ Yugi asked, nervously, continuing to move to the music. Yami winked, and slowly unbuckled his belt, walking towards his light, who nervously backed away, eyeing him suspiciously.
//You’ll see….// Yami drawled.
/Uhhh…./ Yami smirked, then pounced. He shoved Yugi against the thick wooden column in the center of the stage, pressing his lips to his hikari’s. When he pulled back, he smirked. Yugi blinked. /I hate you./ He mumbled through their link, when he discovered where Yami’s belt was; around his wrists, keeping him tied to the column.
//I know.// Yami said, smirking, pulling Yugi’s belt off as well, vaguely registering the loud clamor of the crowd.
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“Dammit, I’m not messing with you while you’re driving!” Ryou snarled, for the fifth time. Kuro was irritating him.
/Bakura?/
//Ryou?//
/This guy’s driving me mad./
//Doshite?//
/He wants me to blow him while _he’s_ driving./ Ryou scowled when Bakura chuckled through the link. /Urusai. I don’t know if I can put up with him much longer./
//Just one night, hikari. After tonight, it’s all over.// Bakura reminded him. Ryou smiled, and relaxed, then looked out the window.
/Yes. Just one night. I’ll keep that in mind. Arigatou Bakura-chan. Ashiteru./
//I’ll be waiting for you, koi.// Bakura said, before they both closed the link.
“C’mon, kid.” Kuro purred. Ryou rolled his eyes.
“No, thank you! I have no desire to get in a car wreck!” Ryou growled. Kuro scowled, and glanced at Ryou in the passenger seat of the car, arms folded over his lean chest, eyes staring out the window. Kuro smirked, and took his right hand off of the wheel. Slowly, looking back and forth between the road, and Ryou, he slid his hand closer, until it was hovering over Ryou’s lap. His smirk turned into a feral grin, as he let his hand fall, squeezing Ryou between his legs. Ryou jumped and gasped, staring at the hand groping him.
“You can just make it up to me when we get to my place.” Kuro purred, smiling, when Ryou’s eyes closed, and he gripped the armrests. Kuro moved his hand up, as he thumbed Ryou’s pants open, and slid the zipper down, freeing his arousal. Kuro squeezed it, and Ryou let his head fall back, as a moan escaped his lips.
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/I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you…./ Yugi repeated, over and over again, as he trembled under his yami’s heated touches, as he strained against the belt holding his wrists. All Yami did was laugh at him through their link, and tease him, and make dirty comments to turn Yugi on even more. Yugi was getting way too turned on for his own good; he would definitely need some release, and soon.
The next thing he knew, the music was off, and the stage was dark. Yami was nuzzling him behind the ear.
//Have fun?//
/You are insufferable./ Yugi complained, as Yami released his wrists.
//Maybe. But you should have seen the reactions we were getting. I think our boss will be happy.//
/Good for him. Now, make me happy./ Yugi said, suggestively. Yami smiled, and caught Yugi when he stumbled. Yugi squeaked when Yami swung him up into his arms, and took him off of the stage.
“Not now.” Yami said, when their boss opened his mouth to speak. Yami whisked Yugi into their dressing room, and locked the door, dropping Yugi on the floor. He pulled Yugi’s pants down, and smiled. “I guess I went a bit too far.” He chuckled. Yugi bit his lower lip.
“Oh, God, hurry…” He moaned. Yami smiled, and lowered his head between Yugi’s legs.
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“What the hell…?” Ryou mumbled, when they pulled up in front of Kuro’s house. there were cars lining the street, and the house was in chaos. Kuro turned off the motor, and got out. Ryou sighed, and got out as well, reminding himself again that this was his last night sleeping around. He jumped, and caught his pants as they threatened to fall off of his hips, then fastened them. Kuro grabbed his upper arm, and pulled him towards the noisy house.
“Trust me kid, you’ll have fun tonight.” Kuro chuckled.
“What’s going on?” Ryou asked, suddenly getting a bad feeling, as his was pushed through the front door. Numerous eyes turned, and once they noticed who he was with, about a dozen men surrounded him, all talking loudly, smelling of alcohol, and touching him everywhere. Ryou shied away, pressing back into Kuro.
“Back off, guys, I have first dibs.” Kuro laughed, as he slugged down a beer. “You’ll all get your turn.” Ryou froze.
“Nani?!” Ryou gasped, eyes widening. The next few moments were spent in extreme disorientation, as he was passed around by rough hands, exploring his slim body. It wasn’t until he felt a weight lifted from his chest that he panicked.
“No! Let me go! You can’t! Please, no! Oh, God! Bakura! BAKURAAA!!!” Ryou screamed.
“C’mon, kid, I paid good money for you tonight.” Kuro snarled, and dragged him, kicking and screaming, into the bedroom, the rest of the party trailing behind, eyeing the terrified youth hungrily.
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Yugi screamed as he released under his darker half’s administrations, for the fourth time that night. There was a pounding on the door.
“Get your asses on stage, in three!” Their boss hollered. Yami sighed, and rolled his eyes. Yugi sat up, slightly, and kissed Yami, gently.
“Last night, Yami-chan.”
“Hai. Wow, is it really two thirty all ready?”
“Yup.” Yugi said, standing, and fastening his pants. The two strode out of the small room, and to the wings of the stage, as one of their co workers finished their routine. When they were finished, the manager gave Yami and Yugi a mournful look, and sighed, moving out onto the stage before them. Yugi looked at Yami, questioningly, and Yami simply shrugged.
“Uh, Ladies and gentlemen…” the manager mumbled into the microphone. “I have some, regrettable news. This next performance is the farewell performance of our Delinquent Duo, Yugi and Yami Mouto. ,” Yugi and Yami snickered, at that. (AN: I hate that card. My friends Ray uses it on me all the time!) “We all regret seeing them go. They are some of the best, eh?” The crowd went wild.
“Hmm.” Yami said, absently, smirking. “Who knew we were so appreciated, huh?”
“Not me.” Yugi snorted, scowling slightly, subconsciously rubbing his backside where their boss always slapped him. He jumped, when he felt a sharp slap back there, and his boss was still on stage. He looked around, startled, only to find Yami smothering a snicker with his other hand.
“Ass.” Yugi snarled, and Yami slapped it again.
“Good job Yugi. You’re finally learning your anatomy.” Yami choked out, trying not to burst out laughing. Yugi gave him the finger, disgusted. Yami straightened up.
“Oooh. I’m seeing obscene gestures from my innocent little aibou.” He said, snatching Yugi’s middle finger, and kissing it. “I’m taking you up on this offer, later on.” He hissed, drawing Yugi’s finger into his mouth and sucking gently on it, looking as seductive as he possibly could. Yugi swallowed, eyes wide, then took his finger back, scowling and swallowing the lump in his throat.
“Knock it off.” He snapped, making Yami chuckle again.
“All right, all right…” Yami sighed, as their manager finished up a surprisingly, and disgustingly sappy speech. He came back stage, and smiled at Yugi and Yami, tears springing up in his eyes.
“I’m, *sniff* gonna miss you guys!” He whimpered, before throwing an arm around each boy, mashing them into his chest, and holding them their. Yami blinked at Yugi, inches from his face, looking just as shocked.
“He’s smashed.” Yugi said. “Big time.”
“Ohhh, yeah.” Yami said, before prying himself and his hikari from their stoned manager. He grabbed Yugi’s hand , pulled him on the stage, to loud cheers, a large goofy grin on his face.
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********Okay, if you’re an idiot, and you ignored the yaoi rape warning, then this gives you another chance. If you don’t like the evil rape scene, go down to the dot-dot-dot-scene-change thingy*******
/Pain…. Hurts….. Yameru... Onegai….Bakura… Taskete…. Help me before….. Before they tear me apart….. Bakura…../ Incoherent thoughts plagued Ryou’s mind, trying to make themselves known through the pain in his body. He was face down on the bed, on his knees, the voices around him a dull roar in his ears. He felt one man leave him, and another take his place, and he cried out, as the man drove his length deep into Ryou’s body. Blood and semen coated his thighs from the countless times he had been taken in the last three hours. He had passed out twice, but they kept waking him up, just to continue on as before. He was too exhausted to fight them anymore. He looked to the clock on the bedside table, and for the first time, he saw hope. It was almost 3 am. Kuro had to have him back to Bakura by 3:30. That meant they’d have to leave now to get there in time.
“Almost…. Three…” Ryou groaned, when Kuro drew near, lifting him off of his face. Kuro simply smirked, and crushed his lips to Ryou’s badly bruised mouth.
“I know. But it would be rude to stop my guests’ fun…” He murmured.
“Have to… have me back… by 3:30….” Ryou gasped, and whimpered when the man assaulting him reached him climax, and backed off. Ryou collapsed bonelessly on the wet and sticky bed, amid the messes of all the men present.
“Only because that’s the amount of time I paid for. All right, boys. We got two choices. One, I can take our little toy here home, and we end the party early. Or, you fellas can just chip in some cash so when we’re done, I can pay the late fee for keeping the whore past due. What’s it gonna be?!?” the men all began talking at once, going through pairs of pants, trying to find their own, and searching the wallets within. Kuro smirked, and looked down at Ryou.
“Looks like you’re working over-time tonight, sweetheart…” He sneered. Ryou’s heart froze. They weren’t going to stop. They were going to keep using him… Hope drained out of him along with the new wave of tears that streamed down his face, as he was pulled to his hands and knees again. Kuro knelt in front of him, and shoved his arousal into Ryou’s mouth. Ryou screamed around the length, when he felt another man enter him harshly, and countless other rough hands, clawing at his soft skin, pinching his nipples and stroking his shaft.
Bits of the conversation he had had with Bakura back at their apartment played in his head. He remembered Bakura’s loving words.
‘Just get through tonight, love. Then you never have to do it again’
‘Just one more night. And then, I’ll never let you go.’
‘You don’t have to go.’
‘Ryou, I don’t want you to go.’
‘I’ll be waiting for you, koi.’
Ryou sobbed, as he remembered his own words.
‘One more time won’t kill me.’
/Oh, God… They’re killing me…. Taskete….. Onegai…. Bakura…../
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***You can read now ^_^***
Yami ground his hips against Yugi’s, his body slicked in sweat. He didn’t know how long they had been up on the stage, but it had been a long time. The club was rocking like never before, the music blasting, a vertigo of colored lights swirling around the room. The whole atmosphere was making Yami light headed. He vaguely registered Bakura entering the club, waiting for Ryou to return more than likely. Yami smiled, and moved away from Yugi to play the crowd on one side of the stage, while his light worked the other. The energy within the club had reached it’s peak; it was intoxicating, affecting even those who were completely sober. Yami had never seen anything like it, and he and Yugi were at the center of it all. He knew for a fact that they had raked in three times the cash in the last half hour than they usually did in two nights.
Yami swiped a beer bottle from a drunk, and tipped his head back, filling his mouth with the liquid. He then snatched a lighter from another person, and flicked on the flame. Holding it in front of him, he spat out the beer, sending a fireball over the crowd. Yugi turned, and gave him a look.
/What have I told you about doing that?!?/ His light demanded. Yami smirked, and merely repeated the action. /Yami!!!/ Yugi cried, annoyed. Yami had done this trick a few times before (Marik had taught him) and for some reason, it made Yugi very nervous. Yami smiled, and simply downed the rest of the beer in the bottle, swallowing this time.
//Would you rather I try to light my farts like Joey?// He snickered. Yugi had to smile.
/…He was drunk, back off./
//It was funny as hell, how he set his pants on fire.//
/Ha ha. Don’t look now, but _your_ pants are on fire./ Yugi spat. Yami shrieked, and jumped, eyes flying to his pants. He blinked, then heard Yugi laughing, aloud. He glared at Yugi.
//They are not! That was mean, Yugi.//
/But it was funny as hell./ Yugi chided. Yami frowned, stole another beer, and sent out another fireball, just to annoy his lighter half.
Across the club, Bakura slouched down in a corner table. He glanced at his watch. It was 3:00.
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Bitter tears silently rolled down Ryou’s soft cheeks, as he lay in the messy bed, alone. The other men in the house could be heard loudly, and drunkenly, singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to someone; Ryou couldn’t make out the name. Ryou’s eyes turned to the Millennium Ring, on the floor near the door. He clenched his teeth, and started to move, but cried out, and the burning pain that coursed throughout his form. He had lost track of how long he had been there, as he had lost track of how many times he had been taken against his will. All he knew was that it was long past the time he was supposed to be gone. He still had a bitter taste in his mouth from all the different men who had forced him to give them blow jobs. His entire body was sticky with their fluids, making him feel dirtier than he had ever felt in his entire life. He closed his eyes. Bakura would blow a fuse when he found out. Bakura….
Ryou opened his eyes, and turned them on the Millennium Ring. Bakura…. He frowned, and sat up, crying at the pain the movement sent through him. But he focused on the Ring, as opposed to his pain. He grit his teeth, and dragged himself off of he bed, falling to floor with a yelp. He looked up, and crawled over to the Ring, though he was feeling faint. He reached out a trembling hand, and let it fall on the Ring. Smiling, weakly, he let his body go limp, as he reached out with his mind, to his yami.
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3:30. 3:30 had come and gone, and there was still no sign of Ryou. Bakura sighed. Kuro often brought Ryou back a bit late, but this time, Bakura had a bad feeling. It was way past late. He had felt it when the Ring left Ryou’s neck, but that was no big surprise, it was often removed when Ryou was “working”, but again, something didn’t feel right. Sighing, he turned, and watched Yami and Yugi, smiling slightly; the pair was extremely hot, and sexy, and the fireballs Yami was creating was driving the crowd mad. Bakura frowned, slightly. A little too mad. Bakura realized what was going to happen a few seconds before it did.
Yugi gasped, when he suddenly felt his legs grabbed. He looked down, blinking at the people holding onto his leather clad calves. He gasped, when he was lifted off of the bar he had been standing on, and was passed through the crowd. Yugi panicked. But surprisingly, the first though that came to his mind wasn’t to call to his yami.
/Damn. Didn’t I see this in ‘Coyote Ugly’?/
Yami turned, when he felt Yugi’s sudden fear.
//”YUGI!!!”// He shouted, and ran towards the edge of the stage, stepping off of it, and onto the bar top. He gasped, when he felt his own legs grabbed. The club was no longer a club, it was a drunken riot.
/”YAMI! HELP ME!”/ Yugi cried. Yami saw Bakura at the edge of the crowd, fighting towards Yugi, worry in his face. In the back of his mind, this vaguely amused Yami, but he was more than just worried. It was then that he noticed; he still had the lighter, and a half full beer bottle. He quickly filled his mouth, and flicked on the lighter. The crowd before him, and below him (He had somehow gotten placed on someone’s shoulders) screamed and panicked, and Yami let loose a huge fire ball. The people panicked, and Yami saw Yugi dropped.
/YAMI!!!/ Yugi cried desperately, as he fell to the floor. Fear stilled Yami’s heart. Yugi would be trampled! He himself was dropped, but managed to stay on his feet. He tried to fight his way towards where Yugi was, but the crowd only swept him further away. With a flash, the Sennen Eye appeared on his forehead, and his eyes shone like fire. He began to fight through the crowd, using his powers to carve a path for himself through the flood of people. But he couldn’t find Yugi.
//YUGI?!? Where are you?!?//
/…….the stage!/ He heard Yugi cry after a moment. Yami whirled, and saw Bakura on the stage, pulling Yugi up. He put Yugi’s arm over his shoulders, helping the shaken boy stand. Yugi searched the crowd for his Yami. It was too dark, he was unable to make anything out in the chaos.
“There.” Bakura growled, pointing. Sure enough, amid the black masses, glowed a familiar symbol above two red embers. Yami rushed to the stage, and hoisted himself up onto it. From there, they watched the bouncers and the police clear out the club. Finally, it was only the three of them.
“Yami? Yugi?” A feathery voice, said. They turned to their co-worker, who looked very pale. “Are you all right?”
“We’re fine, Tsukira.” Yugi said, nodding.
“The boss is gonna flip, when he sobers up.”
“Yes…” Yami said, chest heaving as he fought to catch his breathe. “Tell him we’re gone. And not to worry about our last paycheck. It’s on us. To say we’re sorry. you’d better go.” Tsukira ran backstage.
“Thanks, Bakura.” Yugi said, to the pale spirit. “You saved my life.” Bakura snorted.
“The Pharaoh would have done the same thing for Ryou.” He said, smiling at Yugi. Suddenly, his face grew panicked. “Oh, Ra, Ryou! Have you seen him? He was supposed to be back here an hour ago! He’s not! And he’s not responding to the link!” Yami frowned.
“That’s not like Ryou.” He said. Suddenly, Bakura went stiff. He cried out, and jerked, falling back onto his rear end, face contorted in pain.
//“Ryou!”// He gasped, mentally, and out loud, for Yami and Yugi’s benefit.
/Bakura…./
//”Nan desu ka, Ryou-chan?”//
/…..Bakura…. taskete…. Onegai…./
//”Ryou, are you all right?!?”//
/I-Iie… Bakura, they hurt me…Real bad… c-can’t move…/
//”Oh, Ra, Ryou where are you?!? What happened?!?”//
/…. Too many… all at once… hurt me…. Blood…. I’m bleeding…. They took the Ring….. wouldn’t stop…. Told Kuro it was almost three…. Told him to bring me back…. But he kept going… they all did…/
//”Ryou, what the hell happened? Where are you?”//
/…. Kuro’s house… too many… couldn’t stop them from… from…./
//”Ryou…”//
/…. They’re killing me…. Bakura-chan… Ahshiteru……………./
//”Ryou?”//
/……../
//”Ryou?!”//
/………/
//”RYOU!!!”//
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Oh, my God, I can’t believe I just did that! I’m so sorry, that whole last thing with Ryou and Bakura just wrote itself! It was as if I no say in it what-so-ever! Hmmmm…. Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait for the next chapter.
Cheesy announcer voice: Is Ryou really gone? Is it too late to save the silver haired hikari? Did Seto return to Domino too late to stop disaster? Find out next time, same Sennen-time, same Sennen-website!
Next Chapter: Vengeance