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A Slave for Who?	By : hachi-miitsu Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7311 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I am in no way making money off of this Yu-gi-oh portrayal or the characters and settings therein. If I was well, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Ha...So it follows that I don't own the Yu-gi-oh fandom either...that would be Kazuki Takahashi.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
Chapter 14
Bakura and Ryou crouched behind some scraggly bushes. They'd gotten inside the fence of the small airport after what seemed like an eternity of Bakura carefully snipping links with a pair of wire cutters he'd stolen from Gods knew where. Bakura opened and closed his fingers, working the soreness from them as he kept a sharp eye on the tower and the taxiway, waiting for an opening when they wouldn't be seen. He grabbed Ryou's arm and dragged him across the blacktop so fast that Ryou stumbled a few times. Ryou held his breath as a plane thundered past them and lifted off.
They snuck inside one of the open hangers and went down into another crouch.
"Now", Bakura muttered. "All I have to do is fly us out of here….can't be too hard."
His forehead puckered in thought and Ryou's heart gave a little squeeze. His brother was trying so hard and he could do nothing but sit back and watch, completely useless again. There's got to be another way, he fretted.
But it would be silly to hope for a miracle. They both tensed when heavy footsteps scraped the tarmac. Suddenly he had it. Ryou placed a hand on Bakura's arm and smiled, knowing what he had to do. "You've gotten us this far. It's my turn now."
Bakura didn't stop his brother, though he couldn't comprehend why. Maybe the hard set to that delicate jaw was what stunned him so thoroughly. Maybe it was the way his brother rose gracefully to a stand like some sleek predator and strode out into the open to address whoever was standing near them. Something inside him gave a twinge and Bakura realized he was experiencing a kind of bittersweet resignation that Ryou was growing up.
He moved to stand by his little brother. The cargo pilot was sizing them both up with arms crossed as he chewed a toothpick. "You guys aren't supposed to be in here. I won't report you if you leave now. And do it quietly." Even as he said the words, the pilot's sharp eyes dragged a slow path over Ryou's petite form. "I don't have all day", the man continued, his toothpick drawing random shapes in the air.
Bakura stiffened, his teeth gritting as he pictured himself using that toothpick in a much more conducive way.
Ryou swallowed and left his side to sidle up to the man. "We need your help", Ryou murmured in that soft, disarming voice of his. Bakura looked on in shock, he wouldn't have believed it if someone had told him his brother was capable of systematically seducing someone to gain something from them. He would've beaten that someone up, in fact, for telling such filthy lies about his sweet and caring little brother, one who shouldn't be touched by the darker side of what life had to offer.
And yet he stood there, his illness subdued but not gone, his tiny frame tilted just so, showing off all his best features as those big brown eyes worked their magic behind a curtain of white bangs. "We can pay you", Ryou continued. "Name your price."
Bakura felt sick.
Money wasn't the issue here because the pilot wanted something else and they all knew it.
"You are a pretty thing", the man rumbled, rubbing his chin in thought.
"Hell no", Bakura snarled . Ryou laid a hand on his elbow to calm him. Their eyes met and Bakura's lip curled. Let me do this, his brother begged. I can do this…for us.
The pilot's eyelids shuddered, completely disregarding Bakura as he moved closer and took a piece of Ryou's hair between his fingers, grinning like a lecher. Ryou's smile was gentle and practiced in a way it shouldn't have been as he grabbed the man's wrist and led him into the tarmac office.
Ryou turned his back on Bakura so he wouldn't see the boy's expression and hoped his brother knew why he was doing this. The door clicked, shutting them in. He felt the hum of other planes around them in the table the man lifted him onto. With a crooked smile he nudged Ryou down on his back. Ryou spread his legs and hardened his heart.
Bakura stood tense with his back against the thin metal wall, listening to, feeling each time his brother moaned as Ryou was slammed into the wall. He knew his brother's screams intimately enough to realize these were forced. But that didn't make it any better. He hadn't been strong enough. He couldn't protect Ryou anymore…not like this.
He'd underestimated his brother's own strength and determination.
When he couldn't stand it anymore, Bakura spun to the opposite side of the hanger, tore a parachute from the wall, and shredded it to ribbons with his knife.
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His name was Rafael. The name was as silly as his blond sideburns and flashy jacket, but he was kind and gentle enough. Ryou stayed close to Bakura once Rafael had finished with him to make sure his brother wouldn't pound the snot out of the guy.
He was their ticket in after all. It wasn't far to one of the bigger airports. The plan was to stroll casually onto the tarmac after they landed, pretend they were new trainees if anyone asked. No one did.
Rafael led them to where the massive cargo planes were parked like a cluster of slumbering beasts.
It turned out there was a shipment of something headed to Italy very soon. All they had to do was sneak aboard while Rafael distracted the loading crew…which he turned out to be very good out. The aviator types were odd, Ryou noted. And they were very fortunate.
From here it'd be smooth sailing until they touched down in the land of Terrenia. Bakura was steel in his arms until they were safely stowed away in the frigid cabin, hidden by monstrous crates with cargo nets hanging down around them like thick green spider webs.
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They clung to each in the frigid cabin, helpless shivers wracking their bodies. Every time the plane rattled with turbulence, cargo—barrels, small crates, and other heavy thing Bakura didn't want to think about—swayed dangerously. Ryou groaned and buried his face in Bakura's jacket. He stiffened when coughs made him vibrate.
"No", Bakura hissed. "Not now Ryou, come on. You're ok." He raked his fingers through Ryou's hair and stroked whatever skin he could that wasn't bundled. Calmed from the contact, his coughing eased and he slumped against Bakura's chest.
The nose banked suddenly, making the entire plane lurch forward. Ryou shrieked and began to cry. White hair quivered as he shook his head and coughed again, tiny fingers convulsing then clutching so tight to Bakura's lapels he could see the tendons ripple. "Shh", Bakura tried to soothe, but he was ignored as Ryou got to his feet and stumbled into the dark even though there was nowhere to run.
Since that pilot touched him, Ryou had been in near catatonic shock. There were no marks on his body so it wasn't due to the man being rough with him. But he was absolutely inconsolable, seeming to have forgotten what they were here to do. Why they had to suffer this way.
Bakura let out a wordless bellow and went after him, groping around until he found a warm, quivering bundle that sagged against the far wall.
"You're going to get us caught", he snarled, hoping aggression would snap his brother out of his funk. It didn't. Frustration reaching it's boiling point, Bakura crushed Ryou's body to him and covered his mouth with a growl. He lashed his tongue out and Ryou responded instantly, his body relaxing, his lips parting to welcome in what was familiar. It had saved him before and Bakura would save him again. Whatever it took.
Bakura coaxed Ryou's tongue into his mouth and suckled with the intent to purge the foreign taste that didn't belong. Ryou allowed himself to be backed into the wall and hoisted up as he clawed at Bakura's belt with a breathy whine.
Bakura held his brother with braced arms and gasped when delicate fingers grabbed him through his boxers. He pushed forward, slipped his hands under Ryou's thighs to spread him wider. Ryou bit his lip when his brother's dick sprang into the open air, tensing and flushed with excitement despite the temperature.
"I'll keep you warm. I promise", Bakura mumbled against his neck.
Ryou nuzzled his shoulder and wiggled so he could pump Bakura at the pace he wanted. Chocolate eyes glittered with fascination as they drank in the veined pillar that soaked his hand. When he let go without warning, Bakura made a wounded sound. Ryou watched his brother's sex twitch with longing against the dark fabric on Bakura's stomach like some heathen obelisk. Ryou pushed back enough so that Bakura was at arm's length. The threat of tears sparkled in his eyes.
"I'm sorry…I'm still", the rest of what he wanted to say was lost as he choked on a sob.
Instead of answering him with words, assuring him with more hollow promises about how he wouldn't let another soul touch him, Bakura said what he wanted through a startlingly gentle press of his lips.
It was all Ryou needed. He clutched to Bakura for a few more seconds, squeezing those lean hips between his legs as he returned and deepened the kiss. Then he murmured something so Bakura would step back and let him slide down.
Bakura brushed Ryou's hair back and stroked his cheek while tiny hands gripped the backs of his knees and urged him to come a little closer. Bakura widened his stance and jolted when Ryou dipped his head down to breathe against him, hot puffs singing and teasing until he thought he'd bellow from frustration. But Ryou, being Ryou, didn't make him wait too long. He swallowed Bakura whole in the way he'd been taught.
His head thrown back, Bakura didn't hear his own guttural shout through another wave of turbulence.
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They arrived.
Since Rafael had given them loading dock uniforms they blended in with the rest of the personnel and managed to slip away before attracting too much notice. Bakura's face pinched with strain.
Stopping at a cheap little kiosk, he bought them both matching hoodies to hide their hair. Then he dragged his brother into the airport, weaving through the massive thicket of people as he planned out his next move.
Pegasus wasn't exactly a subtle bastard so there should be some news, some announcements around town about where he was to hold his sick little convention. If Bakura timed this right, the thing should be ending about now. It was the perfect time to pick off the straggler they were after.
"Brother", Ryou tugged his sleeve and Bakura turned just in time to watch him slip a card from his pocket. " A ride isn't the only thing I got us."
Bakura dragged his thumb over Ryou's soft pout, his eyes narrowing. "My, my, the wonders this mouth is capable of."
The boy's face darkened with hurt. He tried to pull away, but Bakura crushed him into another smothering kiss that left Ryou gasping for breath. He tried to ignore the burning in his cheeks. Passerby's eyed them with interest.
"I'm sorry…"
Ryou shuddered at his brother's apology, unable to blame it on the turbulence and cold now that the Italian sun plucked at his pale skin.
Bakura took the card then turned his back on the boy. He glared at the address and number to the hotel, knowing he'd find their prize. "Alright little one, you ready for this?" He looked up when Ryou didn't reply. "Ryou?"
But his brother had disappeared in the sea of bodies, lost again in the worst déjà vu.
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Jonouchi wrapped his jacket tighter around himself, shoulders hunched and head bowed as he pushed his way through the deluge of bodies going the opposite direction. The airport was packed. He had enough cash in his pocket and his passport but he had to make it quick. He could hear Mokuba crying out his name. Olga's fretting tenor close behind made him flinch. They were worried about him…
Nothing from Kaiba though. His lip curled, resolve solidifying.
The blond moved steadily away from the private jet terminal and towards the public access. He clutched his wallet close and his fingers shook when he tried to feed crumpled bills into one of the boarding pass machines. They weren't cooperating with him though and more than once he had to shove a few of the same bills in before they were accepted. Jou kicked the damn thing. He didn't have time for this!
Someone ran into him so hard he went down. A boy with a dark hoodie pulled over his head groaned from where he'd landed hard on top of Jounochi.
"I-I'm sorry", his attacker stuttered. "Are you alright?"
Jou cracked his eyes open then chanced a glance at the boy. A fluffy strand of white peeked from the hood and large brown eyes reflected their owner's concern. "I'm good", Jou croaked, "So couldja get off?"
"O-oh, of course. I'm sorry."
The boy scrambled to his feet and tried to help Jou up but he waved him away. "It's fine. Just…"
He peered through the throng of bodies and was relieved when he saw no sign of Kaiba or his entourage. He was just turning back to snatch the boarding pass that the machine finally spit out when something else hit him harder than the kid had.
The crowd surged around him and black spots crowded his eyes. He blinked slowly, trying to convince himself that the concussion he'd probably sustained shouldn't be bad enough to make him see double. But he was: same dark clothes, same face, same odd snowy hair. The differences being this guy looked older, sharper, and had deep crimson eyes that made him look unhinged and dangerous.
Jou swallowed as he was hauled to his feet and shaken.
"What the fuck did you do to my brother", red-eye hissed.
"Nothing", Jou snapped. He gripped the pale fists in his shirt, tensing himself for the coming brawl. "He ran into me!"
"Bakura!" Red-eye turned and let go in one smooth motion as the kid who first ran into Jou crashed into his arms. "Don't hurt him! It was my fault."
Jou swallowed as Bakura soothed his brother with gentle murmurs while he pulled the kid's hood back up to cover the unique hair. He probed the back of the boy's head with his fingers before cupping his face. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes", the smaller one whispered. "We don't have much time." He glanced around like any minute someone was going to do to him what he had done to Jou. "I saw them…"
"Saw who", Jou asked. He was ignored.
"Okay. Okay, it's okay." Bakura grabbed his brother's hand and kept him close as they prepared to jump back into the crowd. "Let's go."
"Please do", Jou muttered, feeling around the tender spots in his head. They were gone just like that. Jou sighed with relief when he came back to himself and realized he wasn't attracting any undue attention. He'd never been really subtle but his sister's life was riding on it and he only had once chance at this.
He snatched the ticket and tugged his collar as far down as it would go, though the shirt did a piss-poor job of covering it. As he was turning to rejoin the crowd he paused, a shiver chasing up his spine. He saw them. This was who the kid was talking about; stern men in black suits, a lot of them, spread at strategic points, blocking any hope he had of escaping. Pegasus's men.
Those kids were on the run too.
He counted himself lucky the men weren't looking at him, they were way too unruffled to be on alert.
A single bead of sweat chased down the back of his neck and caught on the edge of his collar.
"I'd hoped I wouldn't have to do this. But you leave me no choice", Kaiba's voice chilled his heart.
Jou spun just in time to see Mokuba try to lunge for his brother while Olga held him back, looking mortified. There was some sort of remote between Kaiba's fingers.
"Pets are not allowed to escape. The penalty for such an offense is death." Kaiba's face was drawn in grim lines. "You'd have never made it out of here alive."
Honey eyes narrowed into slits as he met Kaiba's glare head on. Kaiba's thumb slammed a button and Jounochi swore as his entire body exploded in blistering agony. He hit the ground for the third time that day and everything went dark.
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"No, I don't care how much you think you know Mokuba, leave him alone. He's brought this on himself."
Jonouchi groaned and turned his head to the side, blinking his eyes open slowly. His body weighed a ton and a sharp pain pulsed in the back of his head, so harsh in made his ears ring. His mouth was dry so he didn't even attempt to speak, much less sit up. He knew this interior, knew that the sky couldn't be such a vivid blue unless they were very high up.
In Kaiba's jet.
He'd failed.
A strong, gentle hand lifted the back of his head and he met Olga's sad eyes for a moment before the pain made him shut down again. She replaced the ice under his head then set him back down, stepping away with a rustle of apron.
The cabin fell eerily quiet.
From where he was laying he couldn't see Kaiba or Mokuba but he knew they were watching him.
It was easy for Jonouchi to give his body to the dark again.
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"Tell me what it is you want. Exactly", Kaiba growled for the thousandth time. He twisted the rider's crop in his fists, the leather creak making Jou break out into a fresh wave of sweat. He was strung up like a cut of meat in one of the many utility sheds the Kaiba grounds boasted. It'd been cleared hastily and refurbished into what Kaiba called "the punishment room".
Not the kinky kind either.
There was no pleasure, just a desperate kind of pain that twisted Kaiba's face as he rained blows on Jou's naked body.
They'd been at it all day. Kaiba was careful to keep the marks condensed only to where the clothes would cover them so Mokuba would be none the wiser. This was how it all started…a playmate for Mokuba. Where had it all gone wrong?
How could he have let this filthy mongrel fool him so thoroughly, distract him from his responsibilities…his brother, his company, hell, anything would've been a more productive use of his time than giving two shits for this filth.
Kaiba brought the crop down again and felt a dark thrill in his chest as he split tan skin open.
Jou jerked with a strangled cry and clenched his jaw. Not a single tear. All day without a single tear but the pain was unbearable. His shoulders felt like they were about to dislocate because they held most of his weight, his toes being the only part of his feet touching the concrete.
"Answer me", Kaiba threatened. "Tell me why you'd try to escape. You have nothing else. Mokuba's been good to you. I've been good to you so tell me why!" He applauded himself for not letting his own pain bleed into his voice.
Jou spit instead of answering. Kaiba wouldn't let him do this on his own terms so he'd take the secret with him to the grave. His sister was alive.
He didn't know why it surprised him that Kaiba was being this way. He was only reminding the dog of his place in their lives. For all that Kaiba had acted like Jou was special, that Kaiba cared.
Lies, a nasty voice in him hissed. All of it. All lies! And you fell for it.
Stupid.
Kaiba stormed forward and grabbed Jou's chin, fingers bruising the blond's cheeks as he forced his head up. "Damn you", Kaiba snapped. "You know the rules! So why! So close to Pegasus…the penalty for attempted escape is death. And it would've been out of my hands if you had been successful in your escape. Do you understand that? I wouldn't have been able to save you!"
Jou laughed, his voice raspy and broken like he'd swallowed a mouthful of glass. "I'm too stupid to remember all the rules, remember? I'd rather make my own."
The fist came out of nowhere caved his stomach. Jonouchi coughed blood and watched through swimming eyes as Kaiba stood back again and pulled out a remote. His muscles tensed, already preparing for the bone deep agony that would race through him as electricity cooked his blood.
"I'll make sure you never try this again. Do you understand? I will not let you hurt Mokuba if Pegasus has to step in and kill you for your disobedience. Because it will destroy him and you know it. I'll cripple you if I have to!"
"D-don….Gyaaah!"
He threw his head back, his body seizing and jerking, and saw not black this time but a white so all-encompassing and empty he would've called it death. But he knew it couldn't be, he knew because he could still hear his own screams.
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"I don't get it", Mokuba whispered, glancing up at Olga. "Why is brother being like this?"
Olga's eyes were devoid of their usual twinkle. "Eet ees not for us to understand Master's decisions babooshka." She patted his arm but her expression was grim. "All for best. Master does what most can't. All for best, you see."
She tottered past him with a tray of food and bandages hidden in her apron, wondering what kinds of wounds she'd have to soothe today.
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Bakura rummaged in the bag for the clothes that they both removed when they'd first been on their way to Otaki's mansion. It was easy enough to slip the leather bands back around their necks, easier still to pass themselves off as subservient mongrels with matching leather outfits. The receptionist was all too happy to help them when she saw Otaki's insignia around their necks.
Giving her a toothy grin that made her blush Bakura said, "Thank you so much. We had a hell of a time finding him. You saved me and my brother quite a whipping. We owe you."
Ryou carried the illusion further by snagging her hand and placing a kiss against the soft skin of her knuckles. She blushed harder and giggled, handing them over two room keys. "Just don't get lost again. I heard it can be rough for your kind out there without a master."
Bakura's smile turned forced. "You have no idea", he murmured as he slung his arm around his brother's shoulder and led them away.
It was an opulent place bathed in gold and carpeted with lush crimson that was soft on their bare feet.
Otaki was beside himself. The last thing he expected when he opened the door was to find his two missing treasures. But there they stood. "You boys have been very, very bad. I've been searching all over for you. Tell me, are you okay?"
"Let me do the talking", Ryou whispered. Bakura wiped his expression and squeezed his brother's hand.
Ryou batted his eyelashes and whispered, "We wanted to apologize, master. Somehow we got lost…"
Bakura left Ryou's side to round Otaki's back.
"Yes… You have been quite… naughty." Otaki's breath quickened then cut off in a little hiss when Bakura nipped the back of his cologne slicked neck. "We'll see to your punishment later", Otaki gasped.
Ryou dropped to his knees and crawled forward, never once breaking eye contact with his brother. He splayed his small hands against the crotch of Otaki's slacks. The heat and pulsing made him want to flinch but with Bakura's help they eased their "master" onto the bed in the next room.
"Master" Ryou murmured, his tone, sultry "let us show you how sorry we are." Otaki's belt buckle clinked.
Garbled murmurs that vaguely resembled, "yes, oh God yes", were lost against Bakura's palm.
"Now, now", the older twin husked in Otaki's ear. "Wouldn't want anyone to bust up our fun would you?"
Otaki jerked and shuddered when Ryou pulled him from his trousers and dabbed his tongue against the damp tip. His brown eyes flicked to the door.
The siblings could practically smell their "master's" gears burning as Otaki threw himself away from the bed and stuffed himself hastily back into his pants before lumbering to the door and snapping the lock in place.
To his guards they heard him bark, "Just go. I don't want any disturbances, you hear me? No! I don't give a damn where you go. Just leave. Yes dammit I'm sure. Don't make me repeat myself!"
Otaki stomped back into his chambers then froze at the sight on his bed. Bakura was cupping Ryou's face, licking away his stray tears. They left glistening trails down his cheeks in the soft light. The CEO licked his lips. "Kiss", he commanded, loud enough for them both to hear.
Bakura didn't bother looking up and had no trouble obeying. He tilted his brother's chin and brushed their mouths together, smirking when Ryou's tongue darted out, greedy to taste him.
Ryou moaned as their tongues twined and slid. His hands came up to tangle in his brother's hair.
Crimson eyes slitted open as he hauled Ryou into his lap and kneaded his ass. The smaller boy choked back a gritty moan, rolling his hips down on instinct.
A dark brow ticking question, Bakura crooked his finger at Otaki who shook his head. He pulled his dick out and gave a lazy stroke. "Proceed."
It was all the incentive they needed. Ryou offered no resistance as he was turned and spread for the older man's hungry gaze.
… how for they'd fallen.
Ryou turned his head and whimpered against Bakura's chin, wet lips dragging up and down his cheek before burning a trail to his shoulder. Long fingers brushed Ryou's hair back in a tender, heartbreaking gesture before Bakura's teeth sank deep.
"…a-ah!"
Ryou was too far gone to stifle his voice, breath stolen by the hand that snuck past his defenses and into the waistline of his pants. Bakura's heated palm ground down deliberately, causing his brother to squirm and gasp.
"You're trembling", Bakura growled.
"N-no… Kura… n…o." Touch me.
Ryou sighed and allowed his body to relax when the rough hand closed around his sex, unhindered by cloth or leather. His eyes cracked open for a moment, then slammed shut again to block out the wet sounds and the disgusting grunts from Otaki jerking himself off against the wall.
No, just keep your eyes on Bakura. Otaki doesn't exist. Only Bakura. Only…
"Oh K-kura", he choked, back bowing when his echo's hand wrung a milky stream of pre from his throbbing center. With his brother's every pump, a wet slap clashed against Otaki's pleasure.
"Mm-mmph!" Ryou's head snapped back with sizzling completion, stomach clenching and jaw locked as his body was finally set free.
The siblings held each other's eyes. Bakura leaned forward to press a kiss against Ryou's forehead.
"That… was beautiful", Otaki panted. He came over and wiped his hand—smeared with his own seed—against Ryou's cheek before squeezing in between them.
Bakura couldn't stop his face from twisting with disgust when Otaki lounged against his chest and spread his legs. He gestured to Ryou then curled one of Bakura's snowy locks around his fat finger. "Well, I don't have all day." Ryou squeaked when Otaki fisted his hair and forced his head down. "Suck me clean", Otaki sighed lazily.
Bakura's hands clenched in the sheets. A tassel from the pillows behind him tickled his elbow. He glanced back and his gaze sharpened with purpose
While Otaki led one of Bakura's hands up to play with his nipple, Bakura's free hand inched behind them.
"No, not like that, stupid boy. Deeper", Ryou's raspy coughs crowded the room when Otaki thrusted forward and held the boy's head in place.
Bakura's fingers closed around the rope for the curtain that draped over the pillows. He grit his teeth…just…a little…more.
Ryou cried out when his brother suddenly kicked him off the bed. At the same instant Bakura wrapped the rope around Otaki's throat and cinched it tight. Ryou got up and took a dazed step forward but his twin snarled, "No, stay back."
Otaki thrashed around like a fish out of water, his eyes bulging and fat chins jiggling with purple rage as Bakura held him down.
Ryou ignored Bakura and snatched a pillow from the bed, pressing it to their master's face to further muffle the man's pathetic gurgles. Otaki's slaps and scratches weakened by the second until he gave a final heave and shuddered into cold stillness.
The siblings panted over the body. After a long moment, Ryou hugged himself and turned away, stifling a cough. Bakura rose to a stand and drew his brother into a hug, rocking with him and whispering into his hair, "I'm sorry you had to see that. But I need your help with one more thing. Can you do that?"
Ryou nodded and helped Bakura stash the body under the bed. After, Bakura turned to him.
"I told you", he rasped. The slap stung and turned Ryou's face to the side. When Bakura guided him back around—a gentle thumb rubbing circles against the angry red throb—Ryou's eyes were empty of tears. "I told you to stay back…I didn't want…you could've been hurt!"
"But I wasn't. You were taking as much of a risk as I was", Ryou retorted. He was pale and shaking like a leaf despite his bluster.
Bakura's shoulders rose and fell with each of his heavy breaths. He glared until Ryou walked himself into his brother's arms, allowing himself to be swept up and carried to the bathroom where he emptied his stomach. Bakura's face pinched with anguish as he held Ryou's hair back then flushed the toilet and stripped them both.
He guided Ryou into the stunning mosaic shower and held himself still while Ryou rested against him. The water was hot enough to scald their skin and helped purge the invisible marks that branded their very souls.
Neither kept track of how long they stayed under the rippling spray but finally, the water ran cold. Even in the richest places, water ran cold after so long.
They got out and dripped past the bedroom into one of the other adjoining apartments. The couch was nowhere near the size of the bed, but it was lush and comfortable and it would do. They collapsed on each other, tuning out the muffled cries of some poor bastard getting drilled a few doors away.
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"Kura, its enough."
"We came this far. Why not him too? Let's end this nightmare forever."
Ryou bit his lip. Bakura's logic was, as ever, infallible. But he was tired and they were both…what?
Dirty enough. Soiled enough. He didn't want Bakura's hands stained any more than they already were. "It's enough", he whispered.
Bakura turned his back and clenched the glove around his fingers. "We'll never have to run again, you know. If we do this."
He glared at the fat stacks of cash spread on the bed, found after some expert rifling through Otaki's belongings this morning. He'd let Ryou sleep, counting it a blessing that his slumber at least remained untouched.
He planned to nab the money and slip out with Ryou, no hindrances.
They were still damp from a second shower where Bakura had scrubbed his brother down with obsessive care before dying their hair blacker than raven's feathers. They'd fucked when he couldn't stand it anymore, Ryou's cheek pressed to the tile while Bakura's fingers left bruises on his hips.
Disguises. Money. They'd be ok now, but it wasn't over.
"It won't be enough Ryou. Pegasus is next."
Ryou didn't open his mouth to argue again. He just wrapped his fingers around Bakura's nape and pulled him down till their foreheads touched.

*shuffles* So yeah…uhm, wow. What can I say? Depraved yo.
Next time: Atem and Yugi get a nasty surprise and a nastier house guest. Kaiba gets chewed out by Mokuba for going too far. Jou gets a chance to confront dear old dad. And Jou's sister? Well it turns out she's been close enough all along.
This was supposed to be your Christmas present but I got sick again. =.= booo . But I've missed you guys ^.^ Be back soon with another chapter (pray for my health!).
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