Tonight and Forever

Title: Tonight and Forever
Pairing: BakuraxRyou
Rating: NC-17
Description: Ryou comes home from a long day of studying to fall victim to his Yami's wrath. Or is it as bas as Ryou thinks?
Warnings: Yaoi, implied rape, bad language, angst, abuse, lemon, character death.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of it's characters, nor do I own the song 'Shackled' by Verticle Horizon featured in this fic.

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‘Uhhh’ Ryou groaned in frustration at the blank piece of paper in front of him. He’d been sitting there since 3:30 that afternoon, it was already 9:15 at night, and the library was soon to be closing.

Sighing in defeat, Ryou packed up his belongings that were lying unceremoniously on the table. Picking up his over filled school bag, he proceeded to walk to the doors. He was greeted with a rather unhappy looking librarian, tapping her foot loudly; her sleeve rolled up, deliberately showing her watch and the time.

‘I don’t know why I bother letting you in here, when you end up doing nothing all day long!’ the old lady spat at Ryou, who was just about to exit.

‘I-I’m sorry’ Ryou pathetically tried to apologize.

‘Just go!’ the lady yelled angrily.

Ryou flinched and quickly walked past the aggravated librarian and out the doors, trying not to make eye contact with her as he did.

The snowy-haired boy jumped slightly as he heard the doors slam shut behind him. He started walking home, the moonlight vanishing slightly behind dark stormy clouds. Ryou stopped walking to look up at where the moon was covered in a shroud of gray.

‘Just like the other night..’ Ryou said to himself.

‘Yes’ came the threatening deep voice from inside Ryou’s mind. Ryou gasped and looked down at his now glowing Sennen Ring.

‘If you want to avoid things happening again, then I suggest you get a move on, ‘hikari’”, laughed the evil spirit.

Ryou sniffed and tried to ignore the hurtful name his darker half had called him. Hikari…light.. Bakura only called Ryou that to remind him that that’s only what Ryou wanted Bakura to call him. For him to treat him as Yami treated Yuugi. To have Bakura treat him with respect. For him to smile when he heard the thief’s voice, not quiver in fear and cringe with threats Bakura made against him.

Ryou took a deep breath and blinked away the specks of fluid in the corners of his eyes. Walking mindlessly, but still aware of where he was heading. Ryou thought of what Bakura had in store for him tonight. If he would wake up tomorrow with another bruise, another excuse to hide how it got there. He was running out of reasons to give his friends. He bowed his head and smiled ever so slightly, at least someone cared for him. But the person he cared for the most, didn’t even seem to have a mutual feeling.

Before he knew it, Ryou was standing in front of his small, humble home. His father, absent as always. The garden, infested with weeds and random unknown flowers starting to sprout. The house needed a paint job, you could even see the cracked, pealing paint in the dark.

Ryou placed his school bag down and dug a pale hand into his pocket, searching for the house key. Finding it when he felt the cold steel meet his fingertips, he gripped it and pulled it out. Sliding the key into the jagged hole and turning it, pushing the door forward.

‘Well it’s about time’ spoke Bakura into his host’s mind.

Ryou froze at that moment before walking through the doorway and into the lonely house he called home. Flicking a light switch on, he threw his bag down and walked into the kitchen, in hope to at least not end the day on an empty stomach. Yanking the refrigerator open, he looked over the mostly white innards of the cold cupboard. He picked up a container of Ra knows what and sniffed it, checking if it was suitable to eat.

‘Oh dear, that needs to be disposed of’ the platinum haired boy said, a look of disgust on his soft features. Ryou walked over to the bin and threw the said container out. Turning around for a second attempt at finding something to eat, he stopped in his tracks to see his darker half standing, back against the refrigerator he was approaching.

‘B-Bakura?’ Ryou said, a bit worried. ‘What is it you want?’

Bakura tilted his bowed head and turned it to look at his weaker half through white, spiky bangs.

‘Well maybe I’m a little hungry myself’ the thief said, a smirk playing over his mostly shadowed face.

Ryou knew all too well what the tomb robber was implying, but ignored it.

‘Well I can order us a few pizza’s if that’s-!’

‘You know what I want, host’ Bakura growled as he stepped into the slighter boys personal space. Ryou had to surpress a gasp as he felt the powerful form before him brush up against his body. Bakura grinned, knowing his light felt it. The darker one continued to delight in the devious feeling this was giving him, and stayed close to Ryou, torturing the boy with the closeness of himself.

Ryou knew there was no point in arguing with his yami, he’d just get punished for it, as per normal. Ryou slowly and cautiously brought his gaze up to look into deep brown, piercing orbs.

Bakura was unmoving, until soon he started laughing. Amused at Ryou’s typical behavior. He knew he was in total control. No matter how many times Ryou threw the Ring out the window, it would always end up hanging around his neck the next morning.

Ryou blinked his eyes away and carefully walked past the spirit who had finished laughing, and was now just staring at Ryou over his shoulder.

When Ryou reached the kitchen table, he turned around to see that the thief King had vanished.

Ryou blinked in slight amazement, usually Bakura wouldn’t let him rest until he got what he wanted. Deciding he didn’t really mind, Ryou picked up an apple sitting in the fruit bowl on the table. He bit into it and grimaced at the taste of it. The texture of it was soft and spongy. He chewed it instead of crunching on it. All the sweet juices had dried up. Ryou realized that he hadn’t been grocery shopping in a good few weeks. Living off fast food every few days. Having hardly any time to purchase a large amount of food thanks to a mixture of schoolwork mounting up, and Bakura distracting him, keeping him from going anywhere. The bruises on places he couldn’t hide made it hard to get out of the house, without over sympathetic people asking how he got them.

Ryou sighed and placed the shriveled fruit down before him. Walking off out of the kitchen and through the lounge and into his bedroom. He unbuttoned his school uniform and fell back on his rather lumpy bed. He would have pulled the curtains across his window, but one night while Bakura was yelling at him, they were ripped off. Now he had trouble sleeping some nights because of the street and moonlights shining through. Not that Bakura let him rest that much at night anyway.

Ryou stared at the ceiling. His eyes moving to the spot where he used to gaze at for hours while Bakura stole his innocence over and over again. He closed his doe eyes, trying not to let his angst filled thoughts consume him. Unknown to the weaker pale haired boy, the Sennen Ring started glowing. Bakura appeared on the end of the bed, kneeling and looking over Ryou. The ancient spirit moved forward, Ryou’s eyes shot open as he felt the mattress move near his feet.

With almost lightning speed, Bakura crawled up Ryou’s body, pinning his arms down. As if Ryou dared to move anyway. The dark eyed demon smirked and moved his body between Ryou’s legs. Ryou had to fight the urge to actually enjoy the feeling of having Bakura pressed against him. It was ironic that the more Bakura did this, the more Ryou wanted it. But Ryou also wanted Bakura’s emotional affection. The more Bakura played these little sex games with him, the more Ryou wanted his darker half to love him.

Bakura leered down at the unmoving boy, licking over his lips, knowing he was going to enjoy this as he always did.

‘I assume you know why I’m out of the Ring’ Bakura spoke huskily into Ryou’s ear as he leaned down. Ryou gasped and stiffened under Bakura. He couldn’t help but become somewhat aroused as Bakura ground his strong hips into that of Ryou’s.

The teen didn’t do anything as the spirit took control and tugged Ryou’s jacket off, throwing it to the floor. Bakura looked down at the idle boy, his pale chest rising and falling rapidly at the thief’s advancements. Bakura gently brushed Ryou’s soft yet spiky hair behind his ear.

‘Huh?’ Ryou breathed at Bakura’s surprisingly careful action. ‘Is he being merciless with me?’ Ryou thought.

Ryou’s silent question was answered as Bakura bit down into Ryou’s neck, hard. Blood ran down, staining the tips of his white hair to red. Hope vanished from the uke’s mind. He always hoped his dominant half would be gentle with him, at least once…just one time.

[Flashback]

The fiend held his slighter half’s arms together over his head, pinned to the concrete wall of a dark alleyway. Rain was mixing with Ryou’s tears as the spirit pounded into him, blood running down his inner thighs. Bakura groaned through his teeth and emptied himself into the unwilling boy. Pulling back, he let Ryou fall to the wet, cold ground.

‘That’s what you get for delaying your walk home’ the thief spat at him.

Ryou still sobbed, wearily bringing his legs up to his bare, shivering chest.

‘Stop your pitiful sniffling! Get a move on right now before I really punish you!’

[End of flashback]

Ryou couldn’t hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. Bakura noticed it and bit down into the other boy’s neck harder. He always increased his assault on Ryou if he started crying. But this time, Ryou didn’t stop. He didn’t care if it hurt so much he would pass out, he wanted to make Bakura see how much he was hurting. Not only physically, but in every other way possible.
‘Stop your fucking sobbing, brat’ Bakura growled at the crying boy beneath him.

Ryou continued to let the mini waterfall of tears run down his face.

‘Didn’t you hear me? I said stop!!’

Bakura sat back and slapped Ryou hard across the face. Ryou closed his eyes as the force of the hit stung his face, but he didn’t let up.

‘No..’ Ryou whispered into the pillow.

Bakura was taken aback.

‘What?’ the thief asked.

Ryou turned his head to face the shocked tomb robber. ‘I know I can’t physically stop you from hurting me. But I know why you do it’

‘Humph. Don’t assume anything, boy’

‘I’m not assuming anything! I know why you hurt me! You’re struggling within yourself to realize why you do!’

‘You don’t know anything!’ Bakura sneered as he bent down right in Ryou’s face.

‘I know you hurt me because you love me, Bakura!!’

Bakura’s eyes widened in shock. For once he couldn’t say anything back.

‘That’s why you hit me. That’s why you rape me. Because you can’t stand the fact that you actually care for someone!’

Bakura was now staring down at Ryou with open shock. The violent and evil presence seemed to fade from the thief’s chocolate orbs.

Ryou tentatively cupped Bakura’s hand. It was covered in blood and tears from when he had hit Ryou.

Bakura stared down at his hand. Thoughts reeling thought his mind. He didn’t want to admit it, but Ryou was right. For some reason, he did care for the shy boy.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice he was squeezing his hand so hard that his blunt nails pierced the palm of his hand, and blood slowly seeped out. He clenched his eyes shut and tears stung at his eyelids, a single drop of the salty liquid fell onto the clenched fist.

Ryou looked at Bakura’s hand and then up to his darker half’s emotionally distraught face, bringing one of his own hands up to it.

‘You don’t have to hurt me any longer. You don’t need to hide it.’

Bakura opened his tightly shut eyes to look at Ryou. He slowly lifted his blood and tear stained hand to that of Ryou's face.

‘H-hikari’ Bakura whispered, as he leaned down close to his lights face. They were both about to let their lips meet but stopped to look into each other’s eyes. They were both aware that even though Bakura forced Ryou to sleep with him, he had never kissed him.

Bakura gazed at the other boy for a long moment before letting his protective shell shatter as he pressed his lips to that of Ryou’s.

The tomb robber’s lips were surprisingly soft to Ryou. This was all he ever wanted, for his darker self to show affection, without fear, without pain. Ryou wrapped his arms around his yami, caressing through the tumbling snowy hair he found down his back. Bakura moved one of his arms around himself to grab Ryou’s hand, and brought it around between them. He squeezed it gently and reassuringly. He pulled back from Ryou to stare at him in a new light. Ryou stared back up at him and smiled at the thief for the first time. To the surprise of the yami, Ryou pulled him back down for another kiss, only more lustful this time. Bakura smirked and licked his tongue over Ryou’s quivering mouth, asking permission to enter. Permission granted as Ryou let Bakura’s sleek, probing tongue enter and pass between his lips. The hikari moaned into the kiss and responded by letting his own wet muscle come forward and play with Bakura’s.

Bakura placed a single finger at the top of Ryou’s school shirt and dragged it down, buttons popping off as he did so. Ryou shuddered as his yami pulled the white material off. Ryou did likewise also as he pulled the blue jacket and shirt off Bakura, discarding them to the moonlight lit floor. Ryou wasted no time in exploring Bakura’s slim but toned chest. Bakura delighted in the feeling. Ryou never touched him in the past. The only times he did was when he was trying to push him away. The yami mentally promised himself never to hurt the precious boy again. Ryou’s eyes snapped open as he heard his love’s promise. Bakura noticed it and smiled down at the astonished boy, before setting to work again. The two emotional bishounen’s let their lips gravitate and meet a third time. Ryou was completely lost in the very wet game their tongues were playing. Bakura was also enjoying the contact immensely, it felt even better than when Ryou was unwilling. He thought that alone was the greatest sadistic pleasure he could indulge in. But this…was indescribable. The darker one threaded his thin fingers through Ryou’s beautifully soft hair, thrusting his tongue deeper into the boy’s mouth. His hips pushed forward as his new found arousal pressed and rubbed between cloth. He decided he needed to be rid of that.

Sitting back on his knees, Bakura undid Ryou’s pants, looking up through dark lashes, Bakura saw Ryou clutch at the deep purple pillow behind him. By Gods the boy was beautiful. A sad look crossed over the thief’s face before resuming his previous actions. Bakura tugged the offending blue material off, along with Ryou’s black boxers, socks and shoes. The yami lifted his gaze over Ryou’s now completely nude form. The sight made Bakura twitch in his pants. He basically ripped his own off a second later. Causing his light to gasp. Ryou had never seen Bakura 100% naked before, sex had always been quick and violent in the past. Ryou chuckled softly, Bakura had no patience. And Bakura proved Ryou’s assumption, as he immediately pressed their nude forms flush together. Neither male had ever felt anything so electric. The warmth of each other’s body enveloping them. It was a content moment for the pair. But the heat of their bodies only increased the arousal they both felt. Ryou thrust his hips up, his burning arousal meeting that of Bakura’s. Bakura groaned deeply and bowed his head low, concentrating on the feeling and responding to the friction by thrusting back. It was Ryou’s turn to moan as his head sunk into the soft pillow, the sting of desire hurt like a bitch. If either of them didn’t do something soon, he thought he would burst. Noticing this, Bakura slid down Ryou’s slim and quivering body. His eyes set on the erection protruding and twitching near the tomb robber’s thigh. Smirking rather psychotically, the seme leaned down and teasingly licked up the twitching shaft, purposely missing the head. Tears of frustration formed in Ryou’s almost obsidian coloured eyes, being taken over by lust.

Bakura started at Ryou’s face for a long moment before giving the boy what he wanted. Totally engulfing the hard member deep into his mouth, the head hitting the back of his throat. Ryou’s almond coloured eyes rolled back, his mouth opening in a silent scream at the new sensation washing over him. Like a warm breeze on a summer day. The other boy continued his wet assault on the hard muscle. He bit down slightly, loving the feel of Ryou’ most private flesh in between his teeth. Ryou whimpered and begged even more with the breathy moans escaping him. His shaking hands moving down to clutch Bakura’ now bobbing head impossibly closer to him.

‘Oh Gods, please! Bakura!!’ the younger one moaned.

Bakura felt Ryou’s body tense and pulled back, not yet ready to finish their act. He went back up to be eye level with Ryou, plundering his mouth again. He reached under the mattress in search of something. He had to hold back a shocked yelp as something cut into him. Sad but intense thoughts ran through his mind as he gripped the item and pulled it up, placing it under the pillow on which Ryou was resting his dazed head on. Bakura’s hand reached under the mattress yet again and found the second item he was looking for. Letting go of Ryou’s lips, Bakura opened the said item, and squeezed some of it’s gooey contents into his palm. Ryou looked up through lust clouded eyes at the blurry vision of his koi with something in his hands. He soon became aware of what was going on as Bakura spread his slim legs and thrust a finger into his opening. Bakura gently pushed, he had abused that area of Ryou countless times. He only wanted the boy to feel pleasure. And feel it he did as Ryou moaned loudly, his prostate being rubbed by Bakura’s slick digit.

‘Mmm…’Kura…more’

Bakura grinned devilishly and pushed another finger into his light. Bowing his head, he took Ryou into his mouth again. Doubling the boy’s pleasure. Ryou thought he was going insane. Was it possible to feel this much pleasure? Surely it had to be a sin.

Pulling back, Bakura withdrew his fingers and mouth from Ryou. Resisting the urge to just plunge into his younger counterpart, Bakura gripped his length and positioned it at Ryou’s entrance. Slowly but surely, he pushed forward. Inch by agonizing inch. Both lovers wanted nothing more than to thrust wildly against each other, but had to go slow at first. Knowing if they didn’t, it would be very painful indeed.

Bakura stilled once he was deep inside Ryou. Waiting for his love to adjust. He bent down and kissed a rainstorm of kisses all over Ryou’s flushed face. Moving a hand down to grip and pull one of Ryou’s thighs up around his waist, Bakura began to move forward. He was expecting to hear Ryou cry in pain like he usually did. But his ears were graced with the sweet sound of moaning instead. The thief lifted his head to look deep into Ryou’s sparkling eyes. Never had he seen a more beautiful sight. Never. He held his lovers gaze as he thrust forward again, and again. Both were moaning and groaning, but not once did they lose eye contact. Not even the apocalypse itself could tear their eyes from each other. Just like their souls and minds, they were locked together. Bakura’s usually spiky hair drooped some as sweat began to dampen it. Ryou felt the pressure in his groin ache, while the rest of his body was in a world of it’s own. He felt Bakura’s firm stomach rub against his member. The friction was maddening. He had to force his eyes close as his climax started. Bakura saw Ryou in the throes of pleasure for the first time…it would also be the last.

It seemed like an eternity as Bakura reached out for the deadly object under Ryou’s pillow. Gripping the knife tightly in his hand, he brought it up over his head, waiting for the right moment.

Bakura never wanted to hurt Ryou. Not once. Never had he cared so deeply for someone in this life or his last. But he never wanted to. Now that his feelings for his hikari were out in the open, he couldn’t take the risk of a relationship. He learned never to trust the word of a thief, of himself. He promised he would never hurt Ryou ever again. He had to live up to his word, at least once.

Bakura’s arm came down, just as Ryou’s most inner essence was spraying out over their chests, blood was mixing with it as the knife pierced and entered Ryou’s side. The knife penetrated in deep. Ryou was shaken from his orgasm as the tension from his lower stomach was released, and an indescribable tension stung and burned in his side. He didn’t even scream, just looked into his dark’s eyes, that were filled and overflowing with tears.

‘…wwwhhyy?’

Bakura still held the knife to Ryou’s side, gripping it tightly with one hand, as the other came up to caress Ryou’s cheek.

‘I can’t bare for you to live like this. For us to live like this. I can’t look at you without being tortured of the memories I have of hurting you… because I love you. As long as you breathe, I’m bound to you. I don’t want you to die at an old age thinking that your youth was nothing more than someone else’s sadistic pleasure. You need to be free of me. And I you.’

Blood was now seeping out and staining the bed linen. Ryou’s breathing becoming laboured.

‘This is the only way to make sure I never hurt you again, or anyone else. When you die, I seize to exist. Therefore everyone’s safe.’

Ryou found it hard to comprehend that these were their last moments together. Although there was a sadness in his heart, he understood why his yami was doing this. He didn’t want to spend his last few moments in angst, so with most of his strength, he reached a hand up to stroke Bakura’s face.

‘…I-I…I’ll love you…tonight…and forever…my…m-my yami’ Ryou spoke, barely audible enough to hear. As if the words were only for Bakura, and they were.

‘Aishiteru…my hikari’

‘I hope…that…in another life time…we meet again’ said the slowly fading teen.

‘I am the darkness, Ryou. It will never disappear. You are the light, my love. It…you, will never fade.’

They didn’t know how much longer they stared into each other’s souls through their eyes. Before Ryou’s hand slowly fell away from Bakura’s face, landing on the mattress with a silent thud. Bakura let go of the hilt of the weapon and leaned down, planting a final kiss on his loves still warm and lushes lips. He felt as if he was falling away. He had never felt such peace. His body slowly lifted from his position. His hand reached out to Ryou, as if to say he’d be back. His body disappeared over a long moment of contentment in Bakura’s heart. Eventually he faded into the shadows of the room. The Sennen Ring around Ryou’s neck glowed brightly, and unknown to anyone else in the world, Ryou’s body disappeared also. When there was nothing left but a bloody knife, a familiar voice could be heard, emitting from the Ring.

‘Tonight and forever, my yami.’

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Shackled- Verticle Horizon


For so long my life's been sewn up tight inside your hold.
And it leaves me there without a place to call my own.

I know now what shadows can see,
There's no point in running unless you run with me.
It's half the distance through the open door,
Before you cut me down.
Again.
Let me introduce you to the end.

And I feel the cold wind blowing beneath my wings,
It always leads me back to suffering.
But I will soar until the wind whips me down,
Leaves me beaten on unholy ground again.

So tired now of paying my dues,
I start out strong but then I always lose.
It's half the distance before you leave me behind,
It's such a waste of time.

‘Cause my shackles,
You won't be.
And my rapture,
You won't believe.
And deep inside you will bleed for me.

So here I slave inside of a broken dream,
Forever holding on to splitting seams.
So take your piece and leave me alone to die,
I don't need you to keep my faith alive.

I know now what trouble can be,
And why it follows me so easily.
It's half the distance through the open door,
Before you shut me down.
Again.
Let me introduce you to the end.

‘Cause my shackles,
You won't be.
And my rapture,
You won't believe.
And deep inside you will bleed for me.
…though you know you care.

‘Cause my shackles,
You won't be.
And my rapture,
You won't believe.
And deep inside you will bleed for me.

And my laughter,
You won't hear.
The faster,
I disappear.
And time will burn your eyes to tears.