Unknowingly Willing
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Unknowingly Willing
Fandom : Yu-Gi-Oh
Rating : M
Genre : Angst/Romance
Pairing : OCBakura - BakuraRyou - MarikYamiSetoJoey
Warnings : Yaoi, MxM, Lemon, Lang, D/s, Bond, Drugs, Memory Loss
Summary : Bakura got raped, but no one believes him. His lover Ryou kicks him out, but the drug that the rapist gave him haven't worn out. When the rapist find him again, what will happen?
For : Journey Maker
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Bakura responded to the kiss of the one who owned him. He had no fight left. He had been raped, and Ryou had walked in. Ryou had thought that Bakura was cheating on him and ran out. The man who was raping him quickly left, so when Ryou came back, being led by Yami, Bakura was just barely walking again. It didn't matter though. Ryou was gone. They had said, clearly, he was welcome no more there. He had tried to explain that he had been taken against his will, that he had been raped, been drugged, but Yami and Joey and Marik and Seto had been deaf to his cries.
The worst part was that Ryou sliced his connection with him. Not shut. Sliced. It didn't exist anymore. As soon as he had felt that, Bakura had stopped fighting. He had grabbed his coat and limped past everyone, leaving the house. The drug was almost gone, but he was still sluggish. The one who had raped him before found him and took him back to his house on the other side of domino.
Something inside Bakura had broke, and he seemed not to be able to feel emotions. It was kind of nice to just listen to his Master and do as he was told. His Master always treated him well as long as he listened. He could just shut down and obey. His Master had even bought him new clothes, or newer, at least. He had on a pair of black cargo pants, a short sleeve Black shirt over a long sleeved white one. His white hair was tied up with a piece of black ribbon. He wore old black house slippers, and had a pair of simple black tie up ones for outside.
He didn't go outside a lot. His Master let him out to take care of the small garden he had in the back, but other than groceries, he didn't really go out after that. For someone who had treated him so harshly in the beginning, he was treated gently now, almost. His Master called him his 'Pretty Pearl'. Bakura liked it, liked feeling needed.
His Master was not a unpleasant looking man. He had shoulder length black hair, and deep black eyes. He was about 4 inches taller than the 5'8 thief. He had about the same size shoulders, and was built with more muscles than the lithe thief. He always dressed casually, but gave off an air of importance. He owned some small restaurants, and had a medium sized house. There was a bedroom which he and Bakura shared. (Bakura couldn't remember when the last time had slept alone was, or with clothing on. He craved the skin to skin contact now, as he slept. If his Master had to work, Bakura waited inside and watched TV or read a book until he got home.) Besides their bedroom, their was a guest bedroom (his Master sometimes had over a guest, but Bakura didn't really like other people yet, so he stayed in their bedroom. Master didn't mind). They had a large kitchen, which Bakura absolutely adored. He was slowly learning how to cook, and he loved making things. His Master had just smiled when Bakura told him this and bought him a cook book set. They had a small dining room, and a largish living room. They had two bathrooms and a half bath. The private bathroom inside their bedroom had a large bathtub that could easily hold four people.
And this is were we find Bakura now, in the tub with his Master. It was apparent amongst the bubbles that Bakura and his Master were having sex. The man called Master brought Bakura to release, Bakura screaming his title, and the Master quickly followed. The Master smiled and got out, picking Bakura up. He dried both himself and Bakura off, and he carried him to the bed. Bakura and him climbed into the bed, sleeping together peacefully.
Ryou sniffed and walked through his small house. It was so empty with Bakura gone. He was lonely. Right now, he didn't care if Bakura had cheated on him. He just wanted his dominant, sexy, loving boyfriend. He made a decision. He would find his Bakura and bring him back, if he died doing so. He left to go find Marik and Yami to help him search. He needed his Yami back.
Bakura shivered and woke up. He got up, and dressed slowly. He slipped on his comfortable black slippers and padded downstairs. He saw the note attached to the door.
Pretty Pearl,
There was an accident, and i had to run into work. You can make your breakfast, or order out. I left some money on the table. You can work in the garden, but be careful. Clean up before i come back. I should be back by lunch. Me and you'll go out. Put on the new outfit in the coat closet in the blue and silver bag. By ready when i come home.
David.
Bakura smiled and decided to order a pizza. He went and picked up the three thousand yen on the table (about 25.50). He ordered his pizza and went and pulled on his ball cap and his tools for their garden. He worked in the garden until his pizza showed up, and he ate. At ten, he cleaned up the house. By then it was about 11:30, so he got in the closet and pulled out the blue and silver bag.
He opened it and pulled out the outfit. It was short sleeved black shirt, with a long sleeved black and white prison striped undershirt with it. There was a pair of black leather pants under that, and a pair of black boots. He quickly dressed and sat down the couch with a cup of soda and the new murder mystery novel.
20 Minutes Later
There was a knock at the door. Bakura looked up. Master would have just come in. He set his book down and walked up to the door and opened it. He blinked at the people behind the door. "Can i help you?" Yami's mouth dropped open. "Bakura?" Bakura blinked again. What had master said to call him around other people?...oh yeah. "Can I help you? My husbands not home right now." Seto, Joey, Marik and Yami stepped back. Did Bakura not recognize them?
Yami looked at his old rival. His red eyes were dull, like something that had made them shine was gone, broken. The shining bloodlust and full of life look was gone, destroyed. Had they done that? "Bakura, do you recognize us?" Yami asked, looking at the old tomb-robber. Bakura slowly shook his head. "Do you need to talk to David? Cuz he's not here." Bakura said, sounding gruffer.
"Yes. We need to see...David. Can we come inside and wait?" Seto said, stepping forward. Bakura blinked then nodded. "Sure, i guess. My husband should be back anytime. Follow me. Close the door on your way in." He said, leading them back to the living room. He shuffled back over and sat down, reading his book. "Don't put your feet on the furniture." He muttered, immersing himself in his book.
About 5 or 6 minutes later
"Bakura? Who's car is that in the driveway?" "Some people to see you." Master had told him specifically not to call him Master in front of others, that they wouldn't understand their lifestyle. Bakura didn't mind. David walked into the living room as Bakura shuffled up and kissed him gently. David blinked as he looked up, holding Bakura in his arms. "Can I help you?" Seto stood up. "What is your relation to Bakura?" He said, putting all of his force behind the quietly spoken words.
Something flashed in Bakura's eyes before he shook his head. Nothing was there. His mind was blank. It had to be blank.
David held out his hand, holding Bakura's in it. "He is my Husband." Bakura nodded before laying his head on Davids shoulder, becoming submissive around his Master. It was Yami who noticed the starting-to-heal bruises on Bakura's wrists and neck when his leather choker shifted slightly. Yami's eyes narrowed. "You. You are the one who raped him." He said quietly, standing up and looking at the other with a barely concealed malice.
"You can't rape the willing." David said, looking down at Bakura, who smiled back at him. They had had this talk too. Bakura made a decision. "Master showed me my true path. My Master set me from my anger, from everything." Bakura said, some emotion finally appearing in his eyes. Yami's heart jolted when he saw it was the same emotion that he used to look upon Ryou with. Love. He loved his attacker, loved this man. "And my Pretty Pearl is staying right here, with me, isn't he?" David said softly, waiting for Bakura to answer.
Bakura smiled gently and kissed his Master gently, nodding as he pulled back. "My place is here. My place in my Masters arms." Yami nodded jerkily. "What about Ryou?" At this, Bakura's eyes flashed again and he couldn't help but smile sadly. "He must have been jealous, to accuse me of the thing he himself has been doing for awhile." Marik looked at Bakura, speaking finally. "You mean Ryou cheated on you?"
"All the time. He was always bringing people home, even when i was there. All one night stands. I never judged him. If that was made him happy, let him. But he can find a new loyal puppy dog now. I belong to Master." Bakura said, an air of finality falling over the speech.
Then to everyones surprise, Joey got up and hugged Bakura, before looking at David. "I hope we can still come over, sometimes. He must get lonely while you're at work." David nodded and looked at Bakura who smiled and nodded as well. "Tomorrow?" "10 work for you?" "Fine with me." Joey said, walking out the door, waving as he did. The other three quickly left as well.
Bakura turned and collasped in Davids arms. That had worn him out. "Lets go out Master." David nodded. "Yes. Lets."
Rating : M
Genre : Angst/Romance
Pairing : OCBakura - BakuraRyou - MarikYamiSetoJoey
Warnings : Yaoi, MxM, Lemon, Lang, D/s, Bond, Drugs, Memory Loss
Summary : Bakura got raped, but no one believes him. His lover Ryou kicks him out, but the drug that the rapist gave him haven't worn out. When the rapist find him again, what will happen?
For : Journey Maker
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Bakura responded to the kiss of the one who owned him. He had no fight left. He had been raped, and Ryou had walked in. Ryou had thought that Bakura was cheating on him and ran out. The man who was raping him quickly left, so when Ryou came back, being led by Yami, Bakura was just barely walking again. It didn't matter though. Ryou was gone. They had said, clearly, he was welcome no more there. He had tried to explain that he had been taken against his will, that he had been raped, been drugged, but Yami and Joey and Marik and Seto had been deaf to his cries.
The worst part was that Ryou sliced his connection with him. Not shut. Sliced. It didn't exist anymore. As soon as he had felt that, Bakura had stopped fighting. He had grabbed his coat and limped past everyone, leaving the house. The drug was almost gone, but he was still sluggish. The one who had raped him before found him and took him back to his house on the other side of domino.
Something inside Bakura had broke, and he seemed not to be able to feel emotions. It was kind of nice to just listen to his Master and do as he was told. His Master always treated him well as long as he listened. He could just shut down and obey. His Master had even bought him new clothes, or newer, at least. He had on a pair of black cargo pants, a short sleeve Black shirt over a long sleeved white one. His white hair was tied up with a piece of black ribbon. He wore old black house slippers, and had a pair of simple black tie up ones for outside.
He didn't go outside a lot. His Master let him out to take care of the small garden he had in the back, but other than groceries, he didn't really go out after that. For someone who had treated him so harshly in the beginning, he was treated gently now, almost. His Master called him his 'Pretty Pearl'. Bakura liked it, liked feeling needed.
His Master was not a unpleasant looking man. He had shoulder length black hair, and deep black eyes. He was about 4 inches taller than the 5'8 thief. He had about the same size shoulders, and was built with more muscles than the lithe thief. He always dressed casually, but gave off an air of importance. He owned some small restaurants, and had a medium sized house. There was a bedroom which he and Bakura shared. (Bakura couldn't remember when the last time had slept alone was, or with clothing on. He craved the skin to skin contact now, as he slept. If his Master had to work, Bakura waited inside and watched TV or read a book until he got home.) Besides their bedroom, their was a guest bedroom (his Master sometimes had over a guest, but Bakura didn't really like other people yet, so he stayed in their bedroom. Master didn't mind). They had a large kitchen, which Bakura absolutely adored. He was slowly learning how to cook, and he loved making things. His Master had just smiled when Bakura told him this and bought him a cook book set. They had a small dining room, and a largish living room. They had two bathrooms and a half bath. The private bathroom inside their bedroom had a large bathtub that could easily hold four people.
And this is were we find Bakura now, in the tub with his Master. It was apparent amongst the bubbles that Bakura and his Master were having sex. The man called Master brought Bakura to release, Bakura screaming his title, and the Master quickly followed. The Master smiled and got out, picking Bakura up. He dried both himself and Bakura off, and he carried him to the bed. Bakura and him climbed into the bed, sleeping together peacefully.
Ryou sniffed and walked through his small house. It was so empty with Bakura gone. He was lonely. Right now, he didn't care if Bakura had cheated on him. He just wanted his dominant, sexy, loving boyfriend. He made a decision. He would find his Bakura and bring him back, if he died doing so. He left to go find Marik and Yami to help him search. He needed his Yami back.
Bakura shivered and woke up. He got up, and dressed slowly. He slipped on his comfortable black slippers and padded downstairs. He saw the note attached to the door.
Pretty Pearl,
There was an accident, and i had to run into work. You can make your breakfast, or order out. I left some money on the table. You can work in the garden, but be careful. Clean up before i come back. I should be back by lunch. Me and you'll go out. Put on the new outfit in the coat closet in the blue and silver bag. By ready when i come home.
David.
Bakura smiled and decided to order a pizza. He went and picked up the three thousand yen on the table (about 25.50). He ordered his pizza and went and pulled on his ball cap and his tools for their garden. He worked in the garden until his pizza showed up, and he ate. At ten, he cleaned up the house. By then it was about 11:30, so he got in the closet and pulled out the blue and silver bag.
He opened it and pulled out the outfit. It was short sleeved black shirt, with a long sleeved black and white prison striped undershirt with it. There was a pair of black leather pants under that, and a pair of black boots. He quickly dressed and sat down the couch with a cup of soda and the new murder mystery novel.
20 Minutes Later
There was a knock at the door. Bakura looked up. Master would have just come in. He set his book down and walked up to the door and opened it. He blinked at the people behind the door. "Can i help you?" Yami's mouth dropped open. "Bakura?" Bakura blinked again. What had master said to call him around other people?...oh yeah. "Can I help you? My husbands not home right now." Seto, Joey, Marik and Yami stepped back. Did Bakura not recognize them?
Yami looked at his old rival. His red eyes were dull, like something that had made them shine was gone, broken. The shining bloodlust and full of life look was gone, destroyed. Had they done that? "Bakura, do you recognize us?" Yami asked, looking at the old tomb-robber. Bakura slowly shook his head. "Do you need to talk to David? Cuz he's not here." Bakura said, sounding gruffer.
"Yes. We need to see...David. Can we come inside and wait?" Seto said, stepping forward. Bakura blinked then nodded. "Sure, i guess. My husband should be back anytime. Follow me. Close the door on your way in." He said, leading them back to the living room. He shuffled back over and sat down, reading his book. "Don't put your feet on the furniture." He muttered, immersing himself in his book.
About 5 or 6 minutes later
"Bakura? Who's car is that in the driveway?" "Some people to see you." Master had told him specifically not to call him Master in front of others, that they wouldn't understand their lifestyle. Bakura didn't mind. David walked into the living room as Bakura shuffled up and kissed him gently. David blinked as he looked up, holding Bakura in his arms. "Can I help you?" Seto stood up. "What is your relation to Bakura?" He said, putting all of his force behind the quietly spoken words.
Something flashed in Bakura's eyes before he shook his head. Nothing was there. His mind was blank. It had to be blank.
David held out his hand, holding Bakura's in it. "He is my Husband." Bakura nodded before laying his head on Davids shoulder, becoming submissive around his Master. It was Yami who noticed the starting-to-heal bruises on Bakura's wrists and neck when his leather choker shifted slightly. Yami's eyes narrowed. "You. You are the one who raped him." He said quietly, standing up and looking at the other with a barely concealed malice.
"You can't rape the willing." David said, looking down at Bakura, who smiled back at him. They had had this talk too. Bakura made a decision. "Master showed me my true path. My Master set me from my anger, from everything." Bakura said, some emotion finally appearing in his eyes. Yami's heart jolted when he saw it was the same emotion that he used to look upon Ryou with. Love. He loved his attacker, loved this man. "And my Pretty Pearl is staying right here, with me, isn't he?" David said softly, waiting for Bakura to answer.
Bakura smiled gently and kissed his Master gently, nodding as he pulled back. "My place is here. My place in my Masters arms." Yami nodded jerkily. "What about Ryou?" At this, Bakura's eyes flashed again and he couldn't help but smile sadly. "He must have been jealous, to accuse me of the thing he himself has been doing for awhile." Marik looked at Bakura, speaking finally. "You mean Ryou cheated on you?"
"All the time. He was always bringing people home, even when i was there. All one night stands. I never judged him. If that was made him happy, let him. But he can find a new loyal puppy dog now. I belong to Master." Bakura said, an air of finality falling over the speech.
Then to everyones surprise, Joey got up and hugged Bakura, before looking at David. "I hope we can still come over, sometimes. He must get lonely while you're at work." David nodded and looked at Bakura who smiled and nodded as well. "Tomorrow?" "10 work for you?" "Fine with me." Joey said, walking out the door, waving as he did. The other three quickly left as well.
Bakura turned and collasped in Davids arms. That had worn him out. "Lets go out Master." David nodded. "Yes. Lets."