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In The Tower's Keep	By : Rainydays00 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-In The Tower's Keep
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Oh noes, the Plot Bunnies have attacked!!! They are inside my head!
    I know I said I was going to make a sequel for What Happened in Room 102, but I took notice in the fact that I am not satisfied with making the sequel until I redo that series, I am quite disappointed with the out come, so while I am going over and fixing it I will also be letting all my annoyance out with this short story, it is either gonna be a two-shot or three-shot.

In The Tower's Keep

      Introduction.

            Once upon a time, really not long ago, in a corrupted city there lived a desperate man determined to save his wife. The wife with all her beauty was ill and carrying her second child, it is a common disease with a cure, but the medicine is too expensive, and the man can do nothing.
            “Father,” his only son called, looking up at him with large brown eyes that match his own, but with hair so fair it rivaled his mother’s, “I’m scared.”
            The child was too grown up for his age, his eyes too pained for a child of eight, but the father really couldn’t assure the boy, because he was just as afraid as him.
            The man, who always felt rich before, never needing money as long as he had his family, now had low thoughts of crime. Holding the limp hand of his wife while she cries out her pain and looking down into the face of his son, it seems it is the only way.
            He waited for his wife to fall into a fitful sleep, his son snuggled close to her prone form before giving them both a kiss on the cheek and disappearing in the night.
            In this city the police are the least of your worries, the thing to fear here is gangsters, the city is ruled by crime lords, everything owned by them. They are not as kind as the police.
            It is a miracle that he got his hand around the medicine, too easy really. There was no alarm when he broke into the drugstore and seemingly nobody around. The man is so happy he almost burst into tears right there, the whole situation very surreal, but he must get the medicine to his wife as soon as possible, in his joy he didn’t notice he was followed home.
            “Honey! Honey!” The man calls with unabridged excitement, running through the house towards the bedroom, and though she didn’t wake the child in her arms did. Before he could reach the bedroom though, there is a knock, one that makes the door rattle with the force being used upon it. The man hesitates but the banging gets more insistent, the man walks back and opens it with the fear that if he didn’t the slab of wood would be broken down.
            The husband had to look up to face the man on the other side, the creature with hidden eyes and shaggy hair half hidden by a bandana looks back down at him, the father’s figure reflecting in the dark sunglasses.
            “C-can I h- ah!” the man is violently thrown back by the much larger man, the ‘guest’ letting himself in.
            “Stealing from Touzoku, you have a lot of guts,” the guest bellows, standing over his gracious host menacingly. “The price for such an event is two broken legs and a total refund.”
            The look on the blondes face speaks of total joy, someone who enjoys their job greatly, as he kicks the other across the room like a ragamuffin.
            The young son walks out entirely at the wrong time and his movements are too loud; he is immediately eyed up by the fiend, like a prey to a lion.
            “That is unless…” Those sharp, blue eyes never leave the small child under the sunglasses, the boy trembling under his scrutiny, feeling it more than seeing it “you have something better to give.”
            “Leave my child alone!” The father yells enraged, even though he can’t do anything to stop the man if he wanted to. “Ryou, go back to the room.”
            “Eh…” The albino stumbles and trips on his way, large eyes peering fearfully up at the intruder. The blunder is an advantage the man takes, walking over and yanking the child up, letting him dangle in the air by his small arm.
            “Don’t be too hasty, I’m giving you a good deal,” the man speaks casually, as if they are discussing prices at the market, “children sell for a good price, more than enough to pay for the medicine, just give him over and we’ll call it even.”
            The father stares up in horror from his place on the ground; he has to now choose between his wife along with his second child’s life and his first born.
            “O-okay,” It’s quiet, nearly silent, but seems to bounce off the walls like a roar.
            “Good choice,” The defeated man can’t look at his child as he’s being taken away, forces himself to ignore the boy’s cries and calls for him, it’s heart wrenching and he’s ashamed, but he’s doing all that he can, he prays that Ryou will have a well life, and hopes that one day his wife will forgive him.
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            Ryou is treated roughly for his stay with the villain, his cries answered with hits and insults, struggles disciplined with harsh shaking, and words with demands of silence. The child doesn’t have to deal with his abuse for long though.
            The man he was dumped before didn’t even bat his eyes at the child thrown harshly on the floor. Touzoku Yami is a cruel man the small albino will learn, he doesn’t understand the word sympathy and cares for no one.
            The future was dim for the child, more than his young mind could ever comprehend, he is destined to be sold into human trafficking. That is before a boy a few years older than himself with matching snow white hair saves him, Touzoku’s heir, Bakura Yami.
            The child demands Ryou as a toy with all the enthusiasm of a child, the wit of an adult, and the pompousness only an heir could muster. His father gives in too easily, just to shut the brat up, he states.
            In just a few hours had the innocent youth been kidnapped, abused, and been made a spoiled child’s plaything. Luckily he is naturally docile and adjusts easily to his new life and still too young to truly understand that everything has been taken away.
            Bakura was in no way lying when he stated he wanted a toy, that was just what the younger is, there is no kindness or friendship, the little albino was just there for his amusement and to do whatever he says, eat only when he allowed it, and wear whatever the young heir picks. The boy is hateful to the world and like his father has little care for anyone, but he is not one to be intently cruel.
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            “Damn it, Ryou!” The boy is pushed down, whining softly as he hits the hard floor. “Can’t you do anything right?”
            “I-I-I’m s-so-“
            “Don’t stutter!” Even living with the older male for three months now Ryou hasn’t grown more confident around the other, just the opposite, the longer he’s around Bakura the more scatter brained he becomes. He often brakes things or gets lost during chores, only making his young master angrier, resulting in him getting more nervous. “Go get me another drink.”
            The boy quickly scurries down the hall, not wanting to disappoint his ‘owner’ anymore, only two years older than his servant; the larger child is more violent than Ryou could ever think to be.
            It was the child’s bad luck that he ran into an unsavory man on the way to the kitchen, something he does often these days, tangling himself with bad men, but is hard to be avoided seeing as what kind of place this is. Something on the child’s face must beg for bullying, because that’s just what everyone does, including this man.
            Ryou is kicked around the hall like a soccer ball, crying pathetically because he can do nothing else.
            “Don’t touch my toy!” When the young master kneels down beside him and checks his wounds it’s the first time the older boy has showed him affection, instead of an item that is just ignored or bullied until something is wanted. This is the first time the child feels content in this house.
            It’s not till two years later that he is treated with more affection, when the child has grown a bit and has finally become a little more confident.
            Bakura had gone on a business trip with his father for two weeks and just at the end of it he had made a friend. The son of a maid had been kind to him, the first person to do so in a long time and he was instantly attached to him, to Yugi.
            Even when his young master had returned the boy snuck off when not needed to play with Yugi. The young master would not approve of this, so the boy was his secret, sadly though secrets are often unburied.
            Bakura was beyond furious to find his little slave playing with another child; he dragged Ryou back to the room by his soft, long hair and beat the stutter back into him, each hit affixed with insult or cries of possession. Then after the beating Bakura kisses the bruises as if it would make them fade and then kissed Ryou on the lips, the kiss of a child.
            This affection did not sooth Ryou like the years before, Bakura had never kissed him and it was supposed to make him feel loved, but it didn’t, because he was young but not stupid. This was just another way to be used; he is being kissed because Bakura likes it, not to comfort him.
            After that the albino was forbidden to leave his masters room unless the older was beside him and the kisses became a frequent thing, happening weekly, then daily and transforming into something else. Those child kisses turned into adult kisses and touching had become acceptable, Bakura would often hold him and have roaming hands.
            At the age of thirteen, three years after his first kiss, Ryou had done a lot of things, for someone who had no true sex education he thought what he did for his master was just that and he hated it. He had touched Bakura many times and himself at times to get the older off, even being forced as far as putting his master’s cock in his mouth and swallowing his essence. That was not sex though as he would soon learn.
            Leaving the room was a treat for the young teen, such a rare occasion it makes his heart sore high when it comes, no matter the reason, it’s one of his last happiness’s, actually going outside not thought of. Diligently he walks by his master’s side, awing at the smallest of things while they walked. He was so into his own little world that he nearly, just almost, bumped into Bakura when the older male stopped to greet his father who they just so happened to run into.
            “G-Good aft-afternoon, Touzoku-sa-sama,” Ryou greets as well, because it is expected of him, bowing low, he feels heavy under the tan man’s crimson scrutiny. He forces back a yelp of shock when his ass is fondled as the man walks passed, his face quickly turning a shade of red, no one has ever touched him like that other than Bakura, no one ever touches him now, period, but Bakura.
            That small event, so insignificant, couldn’t prepare the boy for the crime lord’s appearance the next day, while Bakura was at school.
            Large, brown eyes look everywhere but the tall male, his mind seeking for what to do, but he comes with blanks every time, he has never been put in this situation, only seeing Touzoku in the halls occasionally.
            “Good a-after-“
            Touzoku cares little for words, making his way to the younger and forcing his lips on those trembling, pale ones. His kiss is nothing like his sons, skilled and ravishing; his tongue touches everywhere in Ryou’s mouth insisting the other to submit to him. Hands going to cup the teen’s ass as he is pressed into the broad body before him, so much different than the sleek form he is used to.
            The two are similar, but in more ways are they different. Touzoku is the sun and Bakura the moon.
            It takes a moment for the child to regain his senses, but as soon as he does he is pushing at that strong chest and turning away from the kiss, panting for air when it is broken.
            Touzoku growls but allows it, his attention going instead to that pale, elegant throat. With a good squeeze of Ryou’s ass the man removes one of his hands to grip one of the delicate ones trying to push it away.
            The child gasps and tries to pull his hand away when it is placed on the bronzed man’s cheek, the other just nuzzles in the touch with a smirk, the scar laying there feels odd under his hand, though that shock is short lived, surpassed by the large male ducking down and sucking on his neck.
            “Pl-please s-s-s-“ As much as the boy struggles and squirms there is no way to get out of the other’s strong hold as he worships the cherub’s throat with soft nips and lasting kisses.
            Only when the striving has ceased is a pale hand dropped for the other to continue his exploring, squeezing in between the two bodies to slip in the child’s pants.
            “N-No!” Ryou cries, struggling all over again when those fingers come in contact with his privates, not even Bakura touched him there, he has watched Ryou do it on his own and had made the boy touch his, but never had Bakura done it to his toy.
            Touzoku is not as tolerant this time with the boy’s efforts of escape, the hit the child receives sends him reeling into Bakura’s desk, he clutches onto expensive wood to keep himself up, but is yanked away by his beautiful hair, and pushed onto the bed. The child feels the burning behind his eyes that could only mean one thing, he tries to hold back, but soon the tears blur his vision and slide down pale cheeks.
            “Stop! Pl-pl-please st-st-!” Impatiently his shirt is torn open at the front and his pants and boxers ripped off, he is then pinned to the bed, his wrists held above him by one strong hand and legs straddled by the overwhelming man. Touzoku doesn’t just tease the little boy’s cock anymore; he fully grips it, stroking the boy. Ryou arches up, whines, cries, and pleads, but soon that all turns into pants and mewls of pleasure as he grows hard.
            The man’s shoulder length hair tickles the boy when he leans over his chest, but that is soon forgotten when that hot mouth descends upon that sensitive area, a wicked tongue trailing over his nipple.
            “So my son isn’t completely ignorant,” the man growls, letting go of the boy’s cock to finger a hickey on his chest, he then clamps down on it with his own mouth, determined to overwrite it with his own.
            “N-no d-d-don’t!” Ryou’s response is fingers being forced in his mouth.
            “Suck,” the digits are rough against his tongue, callous. “You’re good at that.”
            The crime lord imagines that pretty little mouth around something else, but there is no time for that, he rather get to the best part. Removing his fingers he leans back and just looks at the little one for a moment, the soft creature is just too cute, lying there aroused, blushing, and obviously afraid.
            The older man removes his hand from the smaller’s wrists to part his legs.
            Ryou lets out a small moan when his cock is squeezed, his breath hitches when that hand slides down and cups his balls for a second, then those already impossibly large eyes grow even wider in fear and shock, his eyebrows drawn up in confusion, when that large hand continues till a slick finger is pressed to his virgin entrance.
            “Wh-ah! N-no! O-ow!” The boy thrashes fruitlessly, trying to escape the digit pressing into him. “No- the-there!” The teen doesn’t understand, that’s not what that place is for!
            “Keep begging, it turns me on,” he whispers into the boy’s ear, licking at the shell slightly, and cruelly thrusts his finger all the way into that tight heat, making the albino arch up and cry. “Mmm, so tight.”
            Small, pale hands grip desperately at the other’s shirt, the man still fully dressed, pulling the other down as much as he can to press his face into the other’s shoulder, his tears quickly soaking the fabric, taking any comfort he can, because it hurts and he’s scared.
            That solo finger turns into two and soon three, Touzoku trying to find that special spot within the boy, not for the child, but for himself, he wants to hear the boy pathetic with pleasure, begging him for more. It is obvious when the small button is found, Ryou arching and moaning loudly into his shoulder.
            Those digits leaving Ryou is a big relief for the boy, he has no way to know that the torture he went through was just the beginning.
            Touzoku’s member is all too grateful to leave his restricting pants, twitching when caressed by the cool air in the room.
            “Ahh!” It’s almost a scream, but Ryou could never really reach the volume for that, when something much thinker presses into him. “Ah! No! Eahh!” The mad man on top of him is sheathed to the hilt within the boy with only a few sharp thrusts.
            The servant squirms and cries, trying to escape the thing inside him, Touzoku groans in pleasure, letting the boy continue his struggles because even though the boy seems too impossibly tight it feels amazing when he causes that friction by moving. It’s when the whittenette finally gives up, squeezing onto his shirt all the harder, that the man moves.
            “No!” Ryou arches away from the movements and in his distress lashes out, he freezes with a gasp when his blunt nails carve three deep scratches in his rapist’s unmarred cheek, Touzoku stills as well. Time seems to still when the crime boss puts his hand to the cuts, then looks at the little blood staining his hand.
            “I-I-Ah!” The crude sound of skin on skin contact echoes off the walls, the teen’s head snapped to the side by the force, and blood swiftly filling his mouth from where his teeth ripped into his cheek. The servant is still too dazed to protest when the older man retreats from him to flip him over, yelping when he is again harshly entered.
            “Eahh! Na!” Ryou cries and presses his face into the mattress, hands fisting the sheets beside his head as he is pounded into, Touzoku’s hands on his hips keeping them up and still as he is violated.
            The demon of a man puts all his rage into his thrusts, how dare this child attack him, he doesn’t care when crimson starts to trickle down ivory thighs or the child’s breathing grows so ragged he’s on the verge of hyperventilating, he just continues, one hand flying from the boy’s hip to his snowy hair, pulling his head back to hear his beautiful cries unmuffled and arch his back for a better angle.
            “Ahmmm..” Ryou’s wail turns into a forced moan when that button is pressed inside him, he pushes back into his rapist when it is pressed again. He hates it, hates himself, but is soon unconsciously moving with the man behind him to bring that wonderful sensation that wracks his shivers through his whole body.
            The servant’s body tenses with pleasure when one of those callous hands reaches around to grab his swollen cock, making Touzoku groan.
            This is the scene Bakura walks into. The boy is first shocked, but becomes quickly outraged at the sight of his father on top of his toy.
            “Get off!” Large, chocolate eyes land on the boy in shock, crimson staining the child’s face in shame at the realization that he was caught by his master. All struggles are stopped short by a hard squeeze to the teen’s member, Touzoku pretending he didn’t even hear his son. “Get off him now!” Bakura drops his backpack while making his way to the two, trying to push his dad off the servant.
            “Fucking brat!” The crime boss hardly stills in his movements to backhand his child, sending the heir to the ground. “Stay there and learn something.”
Ryou tries to fight against the hand when it harshly turns his head to face his master, he tries to keep quiet and hide his shame, but with a few experienced thrusts the young boy is back to moaning like a slut, closing his eyes tightly so he doesn’t have to see the other teen as he is debased, though he can feel the other’s eyes burn into him as he watches intently, hatefully, from the sidelines.
It took only two strokes of that rough, skilled hand to make the boy come, making him arch and cry out before he slumps forward, fighting to catch his breath. Touzoku spills his seed in him a moment later, filling the opening with the liquid that seems to burn his insides like fire.
When the crime lord leaves he does so silently, wiping himself off on his son’s sheets, adding insult to injury, before closing his pants and sauntering out the door.
There is a moment of silence, only a moment, before Ryou falls over onto his side, sobbing in his hands. It hurts, more than anything has ever hurt in his life, but it felt good and that was worse, his own body betrayed him and it was in front of Bakura. He was a complete slut.
His first reaction is to jerk away from the sudden touch, but he knows better, instead he allows Bakura to pull him to the edge of the bed before seemingly effortlessly picking him up, the shifting hurts, but he doesn’t fight it, completely obedient in his masters arms, like a doll.
A soft whine escapes him when his sore behind meets the cold porcelain of the toilet seat, he tries to escape it but the other holds him still, continuing to do so till Ryou stays still. He watches the water flow when his master turns the tab, because he can’t force them to look up at the other occupant to the room and the floor is so well polished by the maids he would see his reflection, he doesn’t want to see that now.
Bakura is surprisingly gentle when putting him in the little too hot water and with washing him as well; neither says a word, Ryou randomly sobbing from time to time. That’s what made the attack so surprising.
The older whitenette is fervently drying him when his hand runs over the smaller’s limp member, the boy pulls back slightly out of shock, and then Bakura snaps, as if his anger has just caught up with him.
The strike sends Ryou spiraling, the base of his spine screaming from the assertion, he only saves himself from hitting harsh tile by grabbing the towel rack, clinging on it desperately before he is yanked away from it and tossed into the toilet he was sitting on just ten minutes ago, resting his head on it. He is too weak to get up, to tired and sore, but if he knew what was about to happen he would have tried harder. He is adjusted to rest his upper body on the potty
“Ah!” A weak scream leaves the boy’s lips when he is entered for the second time in an hour, the abused entrance throbbing in pain as the child desperately claws at the toilet, looking for anything to hold. “No!” he begs feebly.
The thrusts are just as harsh as Touzoku’s, but the difference is obvious.
Touzoku has had many partners of both sexes, perfecting his technique. He had forced pleasure on the boy with the pain, but Bakura is new at this and all he feels is a fire licking up his spine with every thrust.
Bakura is silent through the whole encounter
The familiar liquid heat filling him both makes his stomach turn and brings a sense of relief to him, because he knows it’s over.
His master dresses and leaves him, at least he gave Ryou that courteously unlike his father that didn’t find the boy worth the time to take off his clothes, ironically these are some of the things Ryou thinks off while he lays there. His body feels over sensitive his whole body in a painful throb, the cold from the tiles sinking into his heated skin, his stomach flipping though he doesn’t have the strength to empty his stomach, and his butt hurting where Touzoku’s zipper tore into him, something he couldn’t feel at the time compared to the greater pain.
Ryou was prohibited from leaving the room from that day on, but it did little to deter Touzoku to the child’s horror and Bakura’s disdain, the man occasionally came and took his pleasure from Ryou. That is how it was till the crime lord passes away in an assignation three years later.
When Bakura becomes the leader the first thing he does is move out of the family house taken Ryou with him and putting him in a place that no one else will ever be able to touch him again.
Ryou’s new home is above the city, high in a sky scraper where the people below look like ants, the only way in it is through a secret elevator. He can see everyone, but no one can see him, even more they couldn’t save him.

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Can you believe that this was only the intro to the story???
I'll update soon.
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