No Words

Author’s Note: Ah! Here we are at last! My first YGO ficcy! WOOT! ^_^ I dedicate this to my loverly and benevolent Goddess of all that is Bakura-esque Smut, sglily! She is an inspiration to us all…and if she’s not for you, then I HOPE YOU BURN IN THE MANY HELLS OF HORRENDOUSLY BAD PORN!!!! (And there’s a lot of it…) The Goddess rewards well =_=…I also need to thank MI77, zehlyah, and ralphiere for their ingenuity and creativity in the YGO fanfic realm! Maybe there IS a pantheon of Smut Gods…LUCKY US! ^_^

Warning: Torture, sodomy, blood, homosexuality, mental anxiety, man sex, angst, guy-on-guy action, bishies… oh, and did I mention, YAOI?! Well, duh! It’s a Bakura/Ryou ficcy on AFF! You no like-y, you no read-y!

Disclaimer: I don’t own any little teensy bit of Yu-Gi-Oh! Otherwise, there would be less duels and more pointlessly erotic situations that would be a lot more interesting, consisting of stripping, whipped cream, and otherwise promiscuous actions and/or items not suitable for children and those with anti-yaoi sentiments…


Key ( it’s needed, my organization sucks!!):
//=memories and or thoughts. It should be easy to recognize thoughts, as they are told in first person in a third person omniscient story.

Flashback=FLASHBACK!! WOW!!

…I suck…=_=


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The night was far too warm for comfort. Too hot, too humid… just too damn uncomfortable, and the fair young man just couldn’t bring himself to go back to sleep! Every moment was spent tossing and turning trying to find a position that would grant relief from the annoying sweat! He finally gave up his quest of returning to slumber and went to his window, hoping for a slight breeze.

It was beautiful outside, the sky was slightly overcast with the moon peeking out from behind the sheen of clouds surrounding it. The light filtered through the tall trees, giving the feeling of being in a secluded meadow in the dead of night. There was no breeze, but the silver moonlight at least gave him the illusion of coolness. He sighed as he leant against the open sill, enjoying the silence of the night, even the sounds of passing cars seemed to drift away. It was so relaxing and so needed. He smiled wistfully, sending his long forgotten smile into the moonlight as he heard the cicadas begin their song. He wished more than anything that he could be as free.

His life was no longer a pit of despair, but it was still hard to cope with living with his dark. Not everyone could claim that their evil side had an actual body…but he could. Not that he was proud of it, but he did have to live with it. It was always difficult making new friends…let alone telling them, “Oh, I can’t make it tonight, my evil ex-tomb robber of a soulmate will beat me unconscious if I don’t do his bidding.” One of countless reasons why he had so few friends, and so much anger towards said dark. It was true that every fiber of Ryou’s being hated the presence of Bakura, but it could not be helped. They had to be near each other, or face the insanity that came with having only half a soul. Were they to part, their worlds would never be the same…Or so Bakura said. Ryou would not have had to suffer this fate had it not been for the cursed ring that had housed his darker soul.

Life was good before the thief came, Ryou had everything to make him content: a comfortable home, a loving family, understanding friends…But then, HE came, bringing his darkness and despair to shadow the life Ryou once had. At first, Bakura was only a spirit, haunting the boy’s dreams…His father worried over his nightmares, but did nothing otherwise. His friends stuck by him, telling him he could conquer his fears!

How little they knew of Bakura’s intentions.

The thief became more as he learned to possess Ryou’s body. It was little at first, only startling ever-understanding people who excused his strange behaviour as nothing…But Bakura did so much more…Stealing, hurting, manhandling, cursing, and even threatening to kill. He made the boy do terrible and inhumane things against his feeble will. That was when his father decided that Ryou needed to move out due to his erratic mood swings, and strange “acquisitions” of never before seen expensive items. So, he moved into a townhouse near the high school…Simple enough. But Ryou’s so called friends abandoned him, afraid of what he might do next. The power of friendship never looked worse.

However, Bakura had somehow obtained his own body again, using the sinful powers of the Shadow Realm. Ryou could be himself again…if Bakura allowed it. Oh yes, his friends came back then, but they treated him like a bomb that threatened to explode at any moment, while the Thief King laughed hysterically at the broken life he had created for his hikari…

Since that day, the boy lived in darkness, alone, afraid, and without hope…

Broken…

Broken and lost…

Ryou shook his head to push away those thoughts threatening to surface…

Dark thoughts of the past…

Dark times with Bakura…

But the memories still came.

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Flashback:

Ryou had just come home from school, hurrying to make it home it time to feed his demanding yami. He had been delayed by his teachers again, voicing their worries about his horrendous amounts of bruises. Luckily, they always believed him when he explained that his kick boxing sensei was more than a little rough…They really didn’t need to know that this sensei did not exist, just as they didn’t need to know Bakura existed. Ryou would save them the pain of knowing a hardened and insane thief was running amuck in their pristine little universe…

Ryou rushed through the door, dropping his bags where they may and ran into the kitchen. As he was pawing through the refrigerator, he felt a sharp pain suddenly shoot up his leg…He shuddered and paused as looked down at the source…

At first all he could see was silver…Silver and red?

A knife hilt stood in shining relief against his dark pant leg. Blood dripping to the floor that the cloth didn’t already take up.

Ryou leaned heavily against the refrigerator door, his leg already weakening. He bit his lip as he choked down a whimper and tried to keep from screaming. He knew he was in trouble…He knew he was in for punishment the moment he came through the door, but did it have to be like this? Ryou felt tears pricking at his eyes… He slowly turned to face the one he knew to be responsible.

There, silhouetted in the doorway, stood his yami, smirking manically as he stepped into the sparse light.

“You can scream now, slave.”

As quickly as the words processed, Ryou let out the howl he had been holding in for what felt like eternity! It was a scream of pain, torment, betrayal, and fear…all music to the thief’s ears.

“Never be late again, but kudos to you for awaiting my command to scream!” Bakura chuckled happily as he sauntered over to his weeping hysterical light. “However, that doesn’t mean you’re pardoned…The night’s still young, and you’re still conscious.”
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Ryou absently stroked the thick scar on his leg he had received that night…It had been a close call. If he hadn’t actually crawled away from Bakura’s sleeping body in the early morning, he wouldn’t have made it. His excuse to the paramedics: Kitchen accident. Although they did look at him strangely when he tried to explain that he fell on a six-inch blade that just happened to stab horizontally through the back of his calf. His friends had been good to him during that hospital stay, even though they still treated him awkwardly. They knew the truth…but Ryou could do nothing about it. The injury had given him a slight yet permanent limp. It could have been so much worse if hadn’t followed Bakura’s commands…Luckily, his conditioning over four years had proven useful, it had actually saved his life…

Ryou shuddered at the thought…

And almost expectedly, his mind was unwillingly barraged by memories of the Thief King’s favored blade.

Scars of slashes peppered Ryou’s milky back…but they only accentuated the patches of melted skin caused by heated metal. So many nights of raw terror brought on by his own fear and Bakura’s maliciousness…The Thief King knew exactly how to play Ryou’s body like a well adored instrument to get the desired sounds of pain.

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Flashback:

“B-Bakura, PLEASE! DON’T!” The younger one cried, his throat already raw from screaming, grateful that the tomb robber couldn’t see his tears. He clutched his hands spasmodically as he watched his yami step closer, secretly praying that the ropes holding his wrists and ankles would magically snap. …His wrists already hurt so much from supporting his weight when his legs went out. But that had only been from a few scratches, Ryou knew he couldn’t last much longer. Bakura only smirked at his light as he tenderly placed the knife’s bloody edge against Ryou’s throat.

“I don’t recommend speaking again, Ryou, any movement from that pretty throat of yours could make my hand slip,” He chuckled darkly, lips a breath away from his light’s. Ryou whimpered, the thief growled. “On second thought, go ahead and put yourself out of your own misery…”

But Ryou could not keep silent as the knife moved from his throat to tear at the flesh of his back, his screams of torment playing like beautiful music to the thief’s ears. The hikari couldn’t stop himself from crying as Bakura’s clumsy fingers probed each new slash… The young one tried not to move as he felt white-hot metal press against his torn flesh and melt it shut again.

His screams only increased.

“Don’t move, hikari, you’ll only make it worse…for yourself that is. I don’t mind watching you writhe and scream for mercy like the lowly pathetic creature you are…”

Ryou did scream as his pride was stripped of him as surely as his flesh was flayed.

“That’s right, you little piece of filth! You are mine, and you will always *be* mine. If you try to run, I’ll hunt you down, and make this seem like butt-fucking paradise! Then again, without me, you’d go insane,” Bakura cackled. “Isn’t it ironic? We both fucking hate each other, but ever since I’ve forced my way into your life, we can’t function properly without the other?”

The Thief King smiled happily as he stabbed his burning blade into Ryou’s upper thigh, making the light in front of him scream in agony.

“My thoughts exactly…”
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“Never again,” Ryou murmured to himself. He sighed as he quickly wiped away the tears that had escaped. “Not ever.”

The boy wrapped his arms around himself, as if to protect his body from the harmful memories that surfaced. No matter what he did, he could never shake off the terrible feelings his yami had forced him to swallow. He had been made that way by his demented other self, and he hated it. It had taken every ounce of courage in his body to finally throw off the shackles that Bakura had imprisoned him in, but it had been worth it. He was free of Bakura’s tormenting, but not free of the Thief King himself…and he never would be. He could never be as innocent and carefree as he once was…not with Bakura’s taint in his blood now…And it took every bit of himself to overcome Bakura, and he did it well.

He’d had enough, and he ended the raging terror Bakura had caused in his life.

In the beginning, Ryou had given in wholly to his yami’s wicked treatment, fueling the dark one’s desire with his pure terror and misery. However, even Ryou’s pride could no longer take the torture, he attempted to resist. Bakura did not deserve the pride he gained from torturing his defenseless light! Ryou’s resolve hardened as he refused to scream, or beg, or do anything demeaning while Bakura did as he pleased. But this only led to more pain and misery as Bakura would not relent until Ryou finally gave him the fear and submission he so craved. The light had felt his soul warp as the deadly realization came to him.

He could not win.

There was no way he could easily defeat his evil dark…At least, not an honorable way…
He had to become more like the thief to defeat the thief…he had to become more cunning and ruthless. That would take strength. Strength of body, and strength of mind. It was then that Ryou first put his plan into action…

He did what Bakura wanted.

Every cut, he screamed.

Every insult, he cried.

Every night, he begged for mercy.

And every time, Bakura was well satisfied.

It was nothing to Ryou anymore. He truly felt hollow as Bakura mutilated his fair body.

No terror.

//Terror fuels the fire…squelch the flame at the source.//

No fear.

//The fear is not your master, you are your own master.//

No anger.

//Anger leads to rashness, and that will lead to defeat.//

No hope.

//Hope only leads to disappointment.//

His only thoughts were those of revenge, but even those lacked passion. He would have his revenge, but in due time. Ryou strengthened his body by taking martial arts classes during the day, while his yami was safe at home. He learned the art of judging his opponent’s strength and taking them down in the safest way possible…for himself at least. He learned how to deal maximum damage in minimal blows, and how to dodge with uncanny speed. Bakura was blissfully unaware of his hikari’s actions, mistaking the newly toned muscles as a new way of pleasing his “master”. He was completely ignorant to his hikari’s thoughts, being too caught up in his narcissism to bother to notice the dead link between them. The Thief King never took note of the cold gaze behind those tear filled eyes...

After months of training, Ryou had taken his stand.
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Flashback:

Bakura waited at the bedroom door, waiting to hear his hikari move about. The tomb robber had a full night of torment to share with the young boy, and couldn’t wait to be sated by Ryou’s lovely screams. He suddenly slammed open the door, laughing evilly, fully prepared to hear Ryou scream for mercy!

And, instead, took in the sight of Ryou very calmly dressing himself for bed.

“My, my, little light, why aren’t you cowering?” Bakura scoffed as he walked in upon his hikari changing. “You usually cry out in terror as if I’m hellspawn bent on your destruction! Oh, wait…” the robber growled. “I am.”

Ryou turned to Bakura, eyes completely devoid of emotion as he finished dressing.

“Should I be frightened?” he answered monotonously. Bakura raised an eyebrow at that.

“Well, it’s not everyday that weaklings like you grow balls. But freaks of nature are bound to happen,” the thief mocked, shrugging. Ryou just stared coldly. Bakura waited for the tears to show, for the lip to tremble, or the fear to take hold…and yet, it didn’t happen. Bakura looked at his light questioningly.

“Why the hell are you acting like a tough shit now?”

Ryou just kept staring.

“Answer me, slave!” Bakura spat, his anger beginning to show.

The young man never moved, his eyes looked right into the thief’s, but gave nothing away.

“You had damned well answer me, you worthless piece of filth, or I’ll have to beat this arrogant little charade out of your system!”

Ryou blinked, regarding Bakura’s obvious anger towards him. He simply turned his back on Bakura and sat at his window seat, gazing into the night.

Bakura fumed where he stood, his anger reaching his maniacal point, threatening to explode at whatever or whomever was nearby!

He chose whomever.

“You arrogant little fuck! Who the hell do you think you are ignoring me?! I am your master and as such, you will treat me with some damn respect, you weak little bitch!” Bakura hissed as he quickly approached Ryou’s back.

The young man sensed Bakura’s movement, and waited for the thief to reach out and touch him…

If Bakura touched him…there would be no going back.

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Owari.



JUST KIDDING!!!!! NAYAHAHAHAHA!!! That would be a sucktacular ending, ne?! Sorry if you were looking for fluff, but my Bakura is a mean mother fucker!! ^_^ I LIKE sadism...

>.> Yyyyeaaaahhhh...

Just WHAT will happen if Bakura "touches" him? Eh?! EH?! PERVE!! Not THAT kind of touch...that's a "bad" touch...And though I encourage bad touches...

::IN NARIA'S PERVY MIND::

Ryou: AH!! *heart* Bakura-sama!

Bakura: *sexy growl* Mmmmm...Ryou...

Ryou: *moan*moan*pant* Oh! Bakura-samaaaa...Mooooore...

Bakura: Of course, my Ryouuuuu...*groan*

::EXIT NARIA'S PERVY MIND::

Oh yeah...That'd be GREAT!! But not good material for such an angst ridden story like THIS ONE!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, you like-y, you review-y, I poste-y more-y!! Yosh!