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Bastard	By : MarikIshtar77 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 1999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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MI77: This ain’t a death fic, it just gets rather... messy at many points. This might be too violent
for the squeamish, for it is wicked as all hell. Oh yeah, I dun’ own Yu-Gi-Oh or ‘da pretty song
either. (Motley Crue owns the song, for those of you who do not already know that.)
Enjoy the bloodshed, people.

Bastard

by: MarikIshtar77

            This was it. Ryou had enough. He was fed up with the endless torment and suffering
caused by the man sleeping in his bed, the self proclaimed Master of Darkness, Bakura.
Ryou gripped the handle of the wide, serrated, seven inch blade tightly in his hand as he crept
slowly down the hall leading to the bedroom he was forced to share with Bakura.
He knew his Bakura would be fast asleep yet, for it was only mid-day. Bakura never was out of
bed until after the sun had practically set. Once it was dark out, Bakura was a force to be
reckoned with. The fires of Hell burned in the sienna eyed man’s heart, squelching out any sort of
compassion that may have once existed there. He had no regard for anything except his own
desires. Bakura took what he wanted, and didn’t give a shit less about who he had to hurt in the
process.
Bakura was a master of deception. He always knew the exact words to say to Ryou to soothe him
after he’d fucked the shit out of him... or worse. ‘Don’t cry, angel... I didn’t mean to hurt you,’
‘Trust me, I’ll protect you, I’ll always keep you safe. I won’t let anybody bring harm unto you.”
“Trust you... like hell! Never again, yami Bakura!” Ryou growled as he gritted his teeth together.
He was determined to put an end to the pain.
With each step he took, Ryou’s legs felt heavier and heavier, as though there were lead weights
being tied to his ankles. He could have sworn there were two evil hands wrapped around his
throat squeezing off his air choking him as he neared the closed bedroom door.
He could hear Bakura’s evil music playing inside the room; his godless hymns of death and
destruction.
Ryou looked at his reflection in the knife in his hand. ‘At least nobody will hear him screaming
when I sink this into his chest and pull out his life,’ Ryou thought as he gazed into anguished
filled brown eyes.
He took a deep breath as he reached for the door knob. Before opening it, he looked at the punch
holes in the door, reminders of the violent life he shared with Bakura.
He swallowed hard as he turned the knob. It was time to pay Bakura back for taking his hopes,
his dreams, his life, away. He silently prayed the white haired demon in his bed would not hear
him coming.
A coppery scent of blood mixed with Bakura’s scent tingled Ryou’s nose as he slipped inside the
darkened room. Ryou knew it was his blood stinking up the place. Bakura had made a game out
of bleeding him until he was unconscious, than nursing him back to health.. Only to do it again
and again and again, over and over in a never ending cycle or torment. He would gain Ryou’s
trust, and than throw it back in his face. It was beyond Ryou’s understanding as to how someone
could be so cold and heartless.
The scars were deep. Ryou would live with them forever. The beast had left his mark.
He felt his himself getting dizzy as he approached the sleeping man in his bed.
Provoking images began racing through his mind at a million frames per second, good and bad,
as he pulled the large butcher knife up. Pageants of pain and abuse filled his thoughts.
I love you, I hate you, I need you, you’re worthless, I am your’s and you are mine... together
forever, you weak piece of shit...
Ryou screamed as he brought the knife down, plunging it deep into Bakura.
“BASTARD!”
He forced the knife as deep as he could into the warm flesh below, unsure where it had entered
Bakura. All he knew is that he could feel the man’s blood pouring out of the wound.
Ryou twisted the blade, just like Bakura had been doing for so long with his emotions.
Ryou felt two cold hands wrap around his, trying to pull the metal object away.
“What the fuck!” Bakura growled, caught off guard, kicking and fighting back.
Ryou screamed again as he yanked the knife out, only to bring it back down again, this time with
even more force.
“You won’t screw with me again! BASTARD!”
He could hear Bakura gasping in pain as the blade re-entered his body.
“STOP!” Bakura shouted, still trying to wrestle the knife away.
Ryou’s mind snapped. The flashbacks of Bakura’s sick and twisted games with him fueled the
ferocity of his assault.
“I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! DIE! DIE! DIE!” he screamed over and over as he continued
violently driving the knife into the man below.
He blocked out Bakura’s voice, ignoring the pleading and the lies leaving the evil one’s mouth.
Instead he focused on the music he was hearing, the music Bakura loved so much.
Out go the lights
In goes my knife
Pull out his life
Consider that bastard dead
Get on your knees
Please beg me, please
The king of sleaze
Don't you try to rape me
            He could feel Bakura’s blood splattering onto his face. Ryou began laughing insanely as
he let his anger guide his knife wherever it wanted to go. The power of bloodshed was intoxicating.
“You love me! You fucking love me! I’m giving all my fucking love, YOU BASTARD!” He
cackled, hearing Bakura wheezing and choking below him.
Ice cold hands touched his face, gentle fingertips tickled as they slowly traced his cheeks, leaving
smears of fresh blood... Bakura’s own blood.
“Why?” he heard Bakura gurgle.

(Bastard!)
Consider that bastard dead
(Bastard!)
Make it quick, blow off his head
Whoa! Whoa!
(Bastard!)
Won't get screwed again
            Ryou was familiar with the layout of the room, and very familiar with the many devices
Bakura had used to cause him pain. Most of Bakura’s ‘toys’ were kept in easily accessible places.
The handcuffs Bakura liked to restrain him with were right in his reach. They were attached to
chains that were welded high up on the heavy metal bedposts. Perfect. Without a second to lose,
Ryou dropped the knife and grabbed hold of Bakura’s wrists. He slammed them back above
Bakura’s head and laughed as he slapped the handcuffs around them, suspending Bakura’s arms
in a very uncomfortable position.
“Because,” Ryou grinned as he picked the knife up off the blood soaked sheets. He chuckled as
he reached between Bakura’s legs, coiling his fingers around Bakura’s limp, vulnerable
manhood.
He heard Bakura swallow hard.
“Don’t do this...”
Ryou cocked his eyebrow as he drew the tip of the sharp knife down the center of Bakura’s
already butchered chest.
“Don’t do this....what?”

Got your neck in the noose
I got nothing to lose
Really gonna screw you
Consider that bastard dead
Quick as a shark
Beast has its mark
You can't beat the dark
Don't you try to rape me

“Please?” Bakura pleaded in almost a whisper.
Ryou shifted lower on the bed, kneeling between Bakura’s legs. He pushed Bakura’s knees
apart, leaving the white haired devil at his mercy. He brought the knife down between Bakura’s legs and
traced around the head of his cock with the pointy tip of the bloody blade.
“Say that again? I couldn’t quite hear you over the voices in my head,” Ryou snickered, using
one of the phrases Bakura had used on him in the past. He was quite surprised Bakura was still
able to form words, considering the shape he was probably in.
“Don’t do this... please,” Bakura choked.
Ryou giggled as he pressed the tip of the knife into the tight slit at the head of Bakura’s shaft.
“Hikari... please...” Bakura hissed as the blade slowly sliced through the soft, sensitive area.
Ryou grinned as he placed his hands at Bakura’s sides. He leaned over and slowly licked the
blood seeping out from the head of Bakura’s cock, exactly the way Bakura had done to him in the
past.
A pain filled cry escaped Bakura’s lips as Ryou’s hot mouth surrounded his manhood. His saliva
felt like acid as it soaked into the cut. He fought uselessly against the restraints holding his arms
above his head.
Ryou giggled as he dropped his head down, taking Bakura’s entire length into his warm mouth.
He sucked hard and stroked the limp muscle slowly, knowing it would awaken the sleeping
member.
Bakura’s hips twitched as Ryou swallowed his entire length, writhing from both excruciating
pain and soothing pleasure. He moaned and whimpered as Ryou drew up and down on him.
After a few minutes of teasing, Ryou picked his head up and smirked.
Bakura’s cock was as hard as steel, pulsating with need, throbbing for release.
Ryou gave the burning shaft a quick little kiss.
“What are you going to do to me?” Bakura asked in a hushed, apprehensive voice.
Ryou giggled as he reached under the bed.
Bakura held his breath. He knew exactly what Ryou was going for.
Ryou pulled a heavy metal box out from under the bed. He flipped over the latch and opened the
box, which was labeled in blood, “DaNgErOuS ToYz.”
(Bastard!)
Consider that bastard dead
(Bastard!)
Won't get screwed again
No, no, no!
            “No...don’t..” Bakura gasped as Ryou pulled up a shiny silver cock ring. His voice was
growing weaker and weaker with every passing minute.
Ryou picked up his knife once again and pressed it against Bakura vulnerable throat.
“Shut up and take it like a man,” he instructed, again using one of Bakura’s own lines against
him.
He quickly forced the cock ring down around Bakura’s swollen bloody member, knowing first
hand how painful it was.
Bakura squealed as the cold metal surrounding his shaft sealed off his release. “Oh gods.. Please
don’t..” he whimpered helplessly, wriggling his hips trying to fight the discomfort.
“Bah, shut up,” Ryou chortled as he reached over the edge of the bed for another toy.
He came up with a thick, black vibrator. It was as round as a soda can, and at least ten inches
long.
“Fuck no..” Bakura gulped, seeing the monstrous thing in Ryou’s hand.
Ryou giggled as he got off of the bed with the toy still in his hand. He spotted Bakura’s pack of
cigarettes laying by a black pillar candle on the nightstand next to the bed. There was a red lighter
laying on top of them.
He picked up the lighter and lit the candle. A faint orange glow illuminated the room.
“There, that ought to shed a bit more light on the subject,” he smirked as he reassumed his
position on the bed between Bakura’s skinny legs. The massive loss of blood had left the dark
one weak and susceptible.
Without warning, Ryou rammed the threatening toy deep into Bakura’s tight ass.
Bakura’s entire body shook and his toes curled as the ungodly huge toy violently penetrated his body
inch by inch.
“You make my fucking cock so hard, BASTARD!” Ryou snickered as he turned the toy on high
speed and began thrusting it in and out of the evil one’s dry canal.
Blind anger took over Ryou’s senses as he recalled the last time Bakura had done this very thing
to him. His skin felt like it was crawling as the memory flashed through his mind.
“I’ll be a good boy, I’ll be a good boy! I promise!” rang through his head.
Ryou eagerly watched Bakura's face contort with pain as he relentlessly stabbed the toy up into
him, fresh blood now dripping from the evil one’s tight heat.
Bakura’s body shook violently. The toy invading his body and the intense pressure from the
release building in his balls burned through him like napalm. He screamed as loud as his voice
would allow.
“Goddamit, stop this now!”

(Bastard)
Consider that bastard dead
(Bastard)
Won't get screwed again
(Bastard!)
Make it quick, blow off his head
(Bastard!)
Consider that bastard dead
Whoa! Whoa!
(Bastard!)
Whoa! Who-ho-hoa-ho!
(Bastard!)
You're not gonna fuck with me!
NO! NO!
            Ryou continued his brutal anal assault, giving Bakura a demonstration of just how weak
and pathetic he really was. It saddened him though that Bakura was unable to scream anymore. It
wasn’t as much fun now that he couldn’t hear him begging for mercy.
Ryou pulled the toy out slowly and turned it off, setting it down on the bed next to him.
Bakura’s lithe, mangelated body twitched violently from shock. He opened his mouth to speak,
but nothing came out.
Ryou snickered as he slid off the bed.
He stood looking down at Bakura. The pale faced demon’s sienna eyes were barely open, but he
could see they were begging for death. He grinned as he leaned over and yanked the cock ring off
Bakura’s shaft, which was weeping with blood and seminal fluids.
Bakura instantaneously came all over himself, choking and wheezing as his body exploded. His
hot, salty come pooled in the multiple deep gashes in his chest.
“Kill me...fucking Ra, just kill me now..” he pleaded in a strained voice.
Ryou grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand next to the bed. He pulled out a cigarette
and placed it between his blood stained lips. He leaned over and lit it up using the flame of the
half melted black candle. He took a small puff and coughed.
“Umm, actually... I think I’ll just leave you here while I go out for ice cream with Malik. Have a nice
day, you sexy beast,” he snickered, flicking the lit cigarette on the bed next to Bakura.

**************************

Bakura: Let me remind you all, darkness lives forever. I cannot be destroyed THAT fucking easy.

Ryou: We all know that, but I deserve a little fun too.

Bakura: I'm not complaining. Psychofucks make me hot. *pant pant*

Ryou: O.o ...Oh my...
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