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The Pale Savior	By : SasatheShy Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Twenty: The Third Item
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   In the glum shelter beneath the surface of the world, Ryou sat on his knees, attending to his given chores he must perform in order to keep his body protected from the frightful Lord of Shadows. He did not know how long he’d been underground, living with his new family, but he knew it’d been at least two weeks now, him striving to keep on Bakura’s good side, as well as the other two pets the Lord of Shadows adored.
   He obeyed to conjure his escape. He knew that somewhere there had to be an exit, but he dismayingly had not one bit of insight on its whereabouts. However, he believed that Miu knew. She just dismissed that she was more clever than she perceived.
   With knife in hand, he carefully sliced a loaf of dried out bread, cutting it thin. The hard crust cracked and flaked with every cut, making a mess. He was glad he remembered the cloth this time, having had to pick out crumbs infused with the non-edible, nasty grains of sand. Anything edible should and would be eaten, according to Bakura, even to the tiniest crumb. They were not to waste. Ryou loved that he, Miu, and Pet Baku were all well-fed. He missed being able to bathe often, but boiling his own water and using shredded, old linen was not too substandard. Ryou lived with it, lived with his new life -- for the time being.
   Finished with the bread, he set it next to a bowl of mixed fruit and vegetables. Bakura was not too far off, cooking fish over a crackling fire. Ryou patted his hands, his job completed. He sat down, far from his identical roommate, whom still did not like him, and closer to Miu.
   Pet sniffed the air, then crouched low to creep closer to the two others Bakura’s claimed as pets, but Pet did not think Ryou would ever properly belong to his master. He was Bakura’s. He belonged to Bakura. He was the only one who deserved the love that Bakura gave. Glaring at Ryou, he cautiously eyed a jar filled with fresh drinking water. He wanted some, but it sat close to Ryou’s foot.
   “You thirsty?” He shrank back when Ryou leaned forward to grab the jar. “Here you are.”
   Bakura watched with intrigue, dawning a grin as he heard Pet snort at Ryou. “Go on, my Pet. Ryou does not bite. Do you, my fallen angel?”
   Ryou flustered, still not used to that nickname the Lord of Shadow’s insisted on calling him every so often. Especially during the worst of circumstances. He was not the only one who hated it. Pet hated it, too.
   Like a spooky creature not of this world, Pet scared Ryou by scurrying forward and pulling the jar from his shaky hands. Pet backed up, sat on his knees, and drank from the jar. His ghastly vision never looked away. Ryou shuddered a little, finding it hard to look away. Was that a fresh love mark on the look-a-like’s neck?
   “My lovely Pet, what have I told you about drinking too fast?” Bakura’s stern deliverance made Pet very nervous, and so he set the jar down. A bit of water and drool drizzled down his chin. “Not too fast, or you’ll choke. We wouldn’t want that to happen, now would we?”
   “No choke,” Pet went off. Usually when he spoke, he set off like a bomb, drifting on and on, loudly then quietly, until he was once more dead silent. “No -- be bad… Be bad to choke. It would make master sad…”
   “That it would,” nodded Bakura. When he spoke, Pet stopped. “The fish are done. Ryou.”
   Bowing, Ryou scooted over to the fire. He served everyone a fish, caring first for his Lord, then for Miu and Pet. He served himself last, not minding at all. He worked hard to gut those fish and scrape out every bone. He always prayed he got out every last one, not wanting Miu or Pet to accidentally breathe one in. Neither ate especially well-mannered. They got this from Bakura, no doubt. The Lord ate like a famished animal, viciously and swift.
   A successful meal once more. Not one bone. Ryou sunk his teeth into a fig. He chewed softly, blessed for the food Bakura stole, hardly caring that it was not paid for. He drank down some water, then cleaned his mouth with a cloth. This habit Miu followed. Even Pet found Ryou’s way of eating interesting, at times.
   Belching loudly, Bakura sighed as he patted his stomach. He blessed the Gods for allowing him to enjoy his cuisine even though it was impossible for him to starve. Food was one of his favorite pleasures, as well as sex. “You’ve been outdoing yourself, angel. I’m impressed.”
   “Thank you,” said Ryou quietly. He placed his hands in his lap, waiting patiently to be told he may retire for the evening. Being around these three was never easy. The days grew dreadfully long, it seemed. And Bakura’s dangerous appetence for him grew stronger. Ryou did not know how much longer he could take it. The scary thing was he was beginning to find the dark, muscular, handsome Lord rather appealing.
   The Lord of Shadows knew. He never tired of admiring his angel from afar, knowing full well that the feeble newcomer would soon be his. “You ready for bed?”
   Ryou took a second before nodding, avoiding eye contact. An asp slithered close to him, but he did not fuss. He was used to the snakes now, for they would not strike unless Bakura allowed it.
   “Very well,” smirked Bakura. “You may go.”
   Giving an appreciate thanks, Ryou bid Miu goodnight, nervously told Pet the same, then hurried off to his room. He grumbled softly, forcing out a good few snakes that’d snuck their way underneath his blanket. The damned pests were beginning to drive him crazy, and that was a scary thought. He did not want to become like Pet and Miu. The very thought was a hazard to his mind.
   Laying with the blanket draped over him, Ryou sighed uncomfortably as he closed his eyes. His head rested on a soft stolen pillow filled with straw and feathers. He accustomed himself to the cold. Only when he pictured his long-lost friends and deceased mother did he manage a smile. In due time, he fell asleep.
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   A gentle shove to his side startled Ryou awake. He groaned, gaping when a hand hurriedly covered his mouth. Frightened, he expected to find Bakura hovering over him, charming him with that awful grin and those devilish gray eyes. But it was Miu, to his surprise. She shushed him, sounding panicked and uncertain.
   “Miu?” muffled Ryou. “What is it?”
   “I found it,” she whispered.
   “Found what?”
   She glanced over her shoulder, seeing shadows in the dark. Ryou sat up, witnessing them too. Putting her hands up, she pressed them to Ryou’s face, touching his chilled cheeks.
   “The door,” she said. “The door out of here. I -- want to help you get out of here.”
   Astonished by her unexpected generosity, Ryou quietly pushed aside his blanket. “You do?”
   “You not belong here,” she said. “I do. Pet Baku, too. But not you.”
   Turning around, she began to crawl out of the room. Ryou followed, worried for her safety. He did not want her disciplined for helping him to escape, but the thought of seeing a brilliant flood of sunlight and civilization pushed him to move on hands and knees through the dark. He adjusted his vision. Every lamp was out, the scent of the wicks and oil still strong. Ryou was led through the main area, and to the left, where he and Miu came along a blank wall.
   Ryou glanced up at it, watching Miu feel up it. “Miu?”
   “Here,” was all she said. “Here…”
   He uncertainly watched, not entirely impressed. He began questioning Miu’s stability. Perhaps she was sleep walking? If that be the case, he had to get her back to bed and quick, before Bakura found out. But just then, he heard a soft click, and as if by magic, a stone slab revealed the doorway to Heaven.
   “Found it,” Miu said. “The way out. For you.”
   Nearly speechless, Ryou slowly took a peek on the other side, seeing a stairway of pitch blackness ascending into the unknown. Nervously, he took a deep gulp, suddenly unsure if departing from this new life he had was such a good idea. A shove to his back startled him.
   “You go…” It was only Miu.
   “Miu,” he breathed. “Don’t do that.”
   “Go,” she urged him. “Go. Be free.”
   Facing her, Ryou gently took her hand. He gave it a reassuring squeeze as he smiled at her in the dark. “Thank you, Miu -- for this… But…” He looked back at the freedom he could not grasp. “But I…”
   He could say nothing more, for in that instant, his long white locks and Miu’s sunny curls were tugged on in the dark. Their heads each ripped back, neither unable to prevent from shrieking from having their hair pulled hard. Ryou did not need to see to know that the large shadow behind them was Bakura. His breath was on them, a low, deep sigh blew sharply.
   “Have I not mentioned,” he growled, “That I see all, know all, and hear every distinct noise you tweet?” Pulling them back, he shoved his elbow into the wall, closing the door. He ignored Miu’s wailing. “You think I didn’t know what you were plotting? Hmm?”
   “It’s not like that,” Ryou said strongly. He flinched when his hair was given a good tug, forcing his head back.
   “Then explain to me why I hear you cry in the night,” Bakura hissed, his word choice cruel. “Hmm… I hear you wishing you were dead, and wishing I had never found you. I give you so many good things, Ryou. And this is how you repay me?” When met with silence, the Lord of Shadows smirked in his comfortable darkness. “Or perhaps it is Miu who’s to blame, hmm? Perhaps she is jealous of you, and so deliberately tried to have you leave here.”
   “That’s…” Ryou tried to find Miu.
   “Doesn’t matter,” said Bakura. “You will both be punished. Starting with you, my delectable Miu. Do you know what happens when you are very bad?”
   Ryou heard Miu cry out, and heard her nails scratching along the walls, trying to clutch hold.
   “No!” she cried. “Please…”
   “That’s right,” Bakura cackled lightly, forcing them to march forward. “You get to spend some time in the pit.”
   “Please!” Miu shook her head. “Not the pit. Don’t put me in there!”
   He had no idea what this pit was, but Ryou had the feeling it was nothing good, judging by Miu’s panicked composure. “She’s not at fault,” he called out. “Please don’t punish her?”
   Bakura snarled. “I’ll deal with you momentarily!”
   Shoved to the ground, Ryou gasped as his elbows scraped the floor. He whimpered but hid his pain when he heard Miu bellow loudly. He stared wide-eyed as a lantern was lit, revealing to him Miu struggling to scamper away from Bakura, who grasped her wrist hard. There in the floor, a trap door was opened. Ryou couldn’t believe it’d gone unnoticed by him this entire time.
   Rattled with fright, Miu stared down into the hole. It was a horrid box with just enough space to fit a child, and with just enough of a drop to insinuate fear, with four soiled walls, firm and rough. Ryou now saw how Miu and Pet Baku could so easily be manipulated into becoming insane. The hole’s very operation made him ill to his stomach.
   “In you go,” Bakura demanded. He picked Miu up, forcing her to cramp down into the hole.
   “No,” she cried, trying to hold on to his shoulders. She shook her head wildly, crying as it was shoved down. “No… Don’t make me! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She pushed her hands up as she was huddled in the pit. Her fingers almost pinched as the trap door slammed shut, sealing her inside.
   How cruel, thought Ryou. He had Goosebumps running up and down his arms. He saw tiny holes in the wood. At least Miu would be able to breathe in there, but for how long? Her muffled cries tingled like the sound of a woman in excruciating pain.
   Picking up the lantern, Bakura held it high as he glared down at Ryou. “As for you.” He crouched to grab Ryou’s arm and pulled him along.
   “Why did you put her in there?” Ryou glanced at the trap door. “She doesn’t deserve that! You monster!”
   “She deserves to be put in her place,” Bakura growled. “Just like you.” He reached his chamber, spinning his head to glare to the far back of the grim hall. “Back to bed, you!”
   Pet Baku, who heard the noise, hurriedly crawled back into his own room. He peeked out just as Bakura dragged Ryou behind the thick walls.
   Gasping, Ryou rubbed his arm once thrown onto the floor. He sat on his knees, never looking away from the terrifying Lord. Bakura unfolded a blanket, then hung it high over two unidentified objects hooked into the wall. To Ryou, they looked like finger bones, and he shuddered to think that that could be what they were. The blanket hung over the doorway, sheltering him and the Lord inside. Ryou did not feel safe.
   Keeping on alert, he watched Bakura go to the far left corner where, to his surprise, a fire pit curved into the ground. The Lord ignited some wood and dry reed, warming and brightening the room. This allowed the two to see one another perfectly clear.
   When those fierce gray hues landed on him, Ryou became stiff. He could hear his heart trumpeting wildly in his chest. It pounded so hard he feared it would burst his flesh. He did not move when Bakura swarmed him, circling him like a hyena would a carcass it had claimed. Eventually, Bakura stepped in front of Ryou and hunched down.
   “I thought that I had made it clear to you that this is your home now,” he told Ryou, his voice soft but cold. “And I thought you were beginning to learn this.”
   Bravely, Ryou stared straight at Bakura. “How long does Miu have to be in that horrible pit?”
   “For a while,” Bakura sneered. “I think until morning. That sounds fair. That gives us plenty of time.”
   “What do you mean?” Ryou fell back, landing on his behind. He scooted back a ways. “You -- you wouldn’t…” His gentle brown eyes widened.
   “I’ve waited too long.” Bakura stripped his crimson robe from his broad shoulders, spreading it over the floor. “You’re quite clever, I must say. You’ve been smart to do what you could in order to dodge the inevitable, but it was pointless of you. You knew this time would come.”
   “N -- no,” Ryou whimpered with an urge to run.
   “This will be your punishment,” Bakura announced, proud to finally make the angel his. “You will rightfully become one of my pets. Do not worry, I’ll go easy on you.”
   Ryou scooted back, eyeing the door. A booming voice yelled at him to run, to leave. A psalm voice told him to just stay put, to deal with it. Because one way or another, the Lord of Shadows would get his way. And fleeing would only further piss the large Dark Face off.
   With his mind decided, Ryou held back tears as he hugged his knees to his chest, remaining still when Bakura knelt beside him. A strong, rough hand brushed around his shoulder, the other pushed on his knees. He whimpered softly as he was laid upon the crimson robe, which, to his surprise, was soft.
   “Get nice and comfortable,” Bakura groaned. “And don’t fuss. When I say I will be gentle, I mean it.” His angel looked away, but the Lord knew that the white-haired beauty was slightly impertinent with what he would bequeath.
   Sighing, Bakura ran his hand gradually up that pale, thin chest, caressing a few ribs, then reached high to tickle an underarm. He grinned, hearing Ryou mutter.
   “What was that?” the Lord chuckled. “I couldn’t hear you.”
   “I don’t b -- belong to you,” stuttered Ryou weakly, shivering.
   “Oh, but you do.” Bakura pressed some fingers into Ryou’s right cheek, forcing the boy’s head to tilt in order to get a good look at those frightened brown eyes. “I am the Lord of Shadows. Whatever I find, I own. I found my Pet, I found my delectable Miu, and I found you. My sweet, fallen angel. Besides, I do not doubt that you like living down here, where it’s safe. And you seemed rather interested when you watched me fuck Miu on the night of your arrival.”
   Gaping, Ryou flustered brighter than a lotus. “Y -- you…?”
   “As I’ve said,” he grinned. “I know everything that happens down here.” He traced his hand over a light little nub, flicking it gently, making Ryou squeal. “You were quite the voyeur, weren’t you? You liked what you saw that night.”
   “T -- that’s not true,” whimpered Ryou. He gasped as his other nipple was given attention. “Ah… D -- don’t…”
   “I don’t blame you,” Bakura sighed. “I do have a way with your kind. I must be cursed. You think you’re the only one to spy on me? Well, think again. When I first brought Miu to live with my Pet and I, she, too, did as you did. She watched as I fucked Pet’s delightful white hole, and oh -- she enjoyed it so very much. She enjoys every fuck I give her, and so will you.”
   “No.” Ryou closed his eyes, arching his head back as Bakura’s hands clawed down his chest, tickling his stomach. He wiggled, surprised as his body slowly began to react to Bakura’s hands.
   “You see?” Bakura murmured against Ryou’s ear. “Why fight it, Ryou? Why fight me? Admit it. I am the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
   He would not initiate that the Lord of Shadows spoke the truth, but Ryou did not deny it. Only six when his mother died, he spent his whole life bound in invisible chains, sold from place to place, auctioned from family to ruthless guardian, and back again. Perhaps him surviving the aggregation of guardsmen who rode on their steeds, ignited their arrows, and wasted away his homeowners prevailed as non-coincidental. Perhaps where he lay, with the crackling fire warming his skin, and with the stalwart Lord, was where he would finally be able to live without fearing being moved around or abused or smite for being light-skinned.
   Gods, knowing how correct the Lord was bewildered Ryou. So stunned by the revelation, he gaped wide, mustering a cute whine. He tried shielding his face behind a hand as his stomach retrieved a numerous gentle brushes. Bakura’s fingers tickled his cold nipples. They traced down to circle his belly-button. The man’s breath heated his neck. He turned his head, reacting shakily to the strange sensation. A heap of his hair was bypassed, allowing Bakura access to his ear. When the Lord began to nibble on it, Ryou squirmed, feeling his entire self spring upward, for he knew no other way how to function in this libidinous circumstance.
   Bakura knew he’d won, his desire for Ryou even stronger than before. He allowed his tongue permission to glide its way from Ryou’s ear down that scrumptious white neck. He could hear the boy whimper, and when he took a gander, he saw that his angel had his hands over his mouth to prevent from making any noise. Well, being excelled at causing his other two pets to be quite the noisemakers, he reckoned Ryou would soon join the club.
   He reached forward, taking that left hand in his. He hoisted it high, startling Ryou. “Keep it there,” he instructed, gladly trailing down that soft arm to press his nose into Ryou’s armpit. He licked at the dry, surprisingly soft skin, loving that this frail young man was not very hairy. It made it all the more enthralling.
   Gasping, Ryou shifted his head, ticklish where Bakura prodded him. He heard Bakura chuckle. “Nn.”
   “So soft,” Bakura moaned. “You have perfect skin, I think. Not a single blemish. No scars. Are you hiding something from me, angel?” Answered with silence, he laughed into that porcelain skin, then continued his journey down. “Mm.”
   “Ah…” Ryou struggled so hard, but hysteria commenced as Bakura’s tongue made contact with a light bud. “Ah…!”
   The nipple tasted sweet. Bakura licked around it, then took it between his teeth, having trouble keeping a firm hold on the tiny thing. He purred against it, satisfied with the sounds Ryou made, though Ryou tried to keep quiet.
   Moaning, Bakura tugged on the nipple, then let it go only after listening to Ryou squeak. “Damn, you are sensitive.” He eyed the very bright-turned nipple and gently brushed his hand across it. He then blew on it.
   Wincing, Ryou slowly glanced down at Bakura, who grinned up at him. The Lord gave the nipple a second lick, then blew on it more. The hot to cold passion muddled Ryou greatly, but his innocence the Lord knew would make the sex wonderful. And speaking of sex, he eagerly continued down, wanting to strip his angel of the silky cloth sheltering that innocence.
   “Let’s see what you have to offer.” Bakura slithered down, his goal certain. His fingers massaged the fabric before pushing in, lowering it slowly.
   “N -- no…” Ryou murmured as he tried crawling back. This worsened his predicament. His ounce of dignity further slid down, releasing a band of curly white hairs and, to Bakura’s enlightenment, a lovely pink head.
   Sliding his tongue over his bottom lip, Bakura yanked down the linen piece completely, unable to hold in his excitement. Ryou gasped loudly, immediately squeezing his legs shut and cupping his hands to protect his dignity. The cloth swiftly was pulled from his ankles and over his feet, tossed unwanted to the floor.
   Furrowing his brows, Bakura tired of Ryou’s bashful demeanor. “Let me see you.” He made sure his rugged voice was as smooth as he could make it.
   “I can’t,” Ryou suddenly said, finding his voice. “I’m scared.”
   “Don’t be.” Bakura patted that flat, milky stomach.
   “But…” Ryou brought his knees up, “I’ve never done this before.”
   “Obviously,” chuckled Bakura. “Best to let it happen, Ryou. It will be the greatest experience of your life.”
   There was no escaping it. Ryou slowly lowered his legs, laying flat on his back. He drew up his hands, uncovering his limp pallid self for the Lord of Shadows to gawk at. The Lord gawked happily at that delectable pink flesh. He ran his hands around it, not yet touching the member, but exceedingly admiring it.
   “There now,” he moaned, “Not so bad, is it? You were trying to hide this from me? I must confess, I never thought a body could be as beautiful as yours.” He embarrassed the boy, he knew. Ryou’s hands found their way back up to his face. “You are something else.”
   Ryou disagreed. He was no one special. Just a simple Pale Face, a servant to the people who own the land, and now a servant to the Lord of Shadows, a ruler more like a God than a man.
   Bakura seemed to have read his thoughts. “You are incredibly special, and it will be an honor to fuck you.”
   Peering between his fingers, Ryou saw Bakura undress. He gaped when he again got to see that dark, thick masculinity, already erect and anxious to claim its third victim. Forced to sit up, Ryou groaned when his face met with the dark head. He glanced up at Bakura, uncertain.
   “Take it,” Bakura demanded. “Feast on it.”
   Feeling his mouth drop, Ryou pulled back. His retreat mattered not to Bakura, who thrust his erection into that wonderful, small mouth. Ryou whimpered but he closed his mouth around it, finding the taste to be not quite as he expected. The back of his head Bakura firmly gripped, and with no other choice, he wetted it well, preparing his Lord for the event to come. He surprised himself by moaning, becoming aroused as the stem grew larger in his mouth. Coughing, he pulled back, gasping for air.
   The Lord was quite pleased. He ran his hand down to cup Ryou’s flimsy manhood. Ryou gasped sharply, closing his eyes to hide his shame.
   “Good,” laughed Bakura, his cackles like a residual haunting. “Good. Now, lay back down.”
   Ryou fell back, hitting the hearty robe. He gazed up at his Lord, his sensuality finally unleashed. He was still shy of what was happening, and still afraid of what was to come. He covered his mouth once more as his legs were spread apart, and forced up, giving Bakura access to his pure entirety in the bright glow of the fire’s light.
   Kneeling, Bakura gazed upon a very beautiful, flawless behind. He touched a finger to Ryou’s delightful hole. Even it was soft.
   The pressure scared Ryou. He trembled. “Oh…” He relaxed when he felt it go away. He wouldn’t dare look at Bakura. Not like this. No one’s ever seen him nude before. He did best to keep clean at all times, even when he worked for Captain Gahiji back at the rundown village where the river ran fullest. His situation he knew compared little to that which Obi and many others before him had suffered, but he did not care. His mind had little time to wander, for in seconds, moisture enlightened his skin.
   Bakura licked the boy’s entrance with abundant greed. He spread those soft cheeks, digging his face right in. Ryou pushed his palm over his lips, and stretched high, popping his back. He gasped sharply as he lowered back down. A load of warmth invaded, wet and sticky. Ryou situated his fingertips at the very top of his quivering lips. He tried to soothe them, but they would not listen. It was when the invasion heightened did his lips freeze from shock.
   Chuckling softly, the Lord eased a finger into the boy, quite surprised by how quickly it descended within. “Damn.”
   Crying out, Ryou tossed his head back, struck hard by the painful penetration.
   “Easy,” Bakura said reassuringly. “Breathe, my angel. Breathe.”
   Ryou tried, gasping. Breathing brought more pain as he squeezed. He moved to twist his hips, but Bakura lowered over him, forcing him to remain in place before adding a second finger.
   “Ow…!” Ryou glared at Bakura. “T -- that hurts.”
   “It’d hurt less if you held still!” Bakura snarled.
   Flinching, Ryou did what he could, not wanting to be yelled at. He settled back against the robe, going still. The two fingers stretched his insides, their warmth incredibly fierce, puncturing him like a mad hornet’s sting. Not a very glorious feeling. He prayed that the promised good would soon come. And oddly, it did. The pressure loosened. His behind learned to accept what thrust within, making Ryou vulnerable to his Lord’s eager persistence.
   His tightness freed of the prodding, Ryou slowly heaved as he peered cautiously at the cryptic Lord. The ebony man licked his hand, then stroked his own member in anticipation, ready to take what he owned. With the man inching closer, with his legs kept spread, and bottom raised, Ryou made it clear to Bakura that he feared what was to happen, but did not attempt stopping it. To his surprise, Bakura beguiled him with a smile usually evaded by the Lord of the dead. Seeing it slowly calmed the rapid strumming of his heart, and he accepted his fate. Bakura pushed against him, taking him wholly in a single thrust.
   A loud squeal surrendered itself to the open air. Ryou choked back, feeling as if he swallowed a mouse as he lay perplexed by a tantalizing vibration. It was inside him, releasing a pulsation that sprang from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.
   How could it be possible for him to slick right in? Bakura really needed to praise whomever conceived for him this heavenly young man he would forever cherish. The Lord rocked his hips back, swiftly pushing back in without any trouble, finding a divine rhythm as he broke the boy in. Ryou’s body glowed brilliantly in the fire’s light, illuminating every beautiful curve, every pore of sweat. All he missed was the boy’s face, which hid behind that troublesome trembling hand. The Lord swiftly hunched forward to pin it to the ground.
   “Look at me!” His order given was followed. He smirked. “Do not hide your lovely face from me.”
   It was difficult not to. Ryou’s cheeks were emblazoned, and not just by the dying fire’s flames. It was apparent to the Lord that pleasure quickly overcame his angel’s pain; but the angel was too stubborn to accept it. Well, he’d change that. He pulled Ryou closer, and doubled his speed, knowing he could go as long as Ryou remained headstrong. His decision to go on full attack, however, presented him with exactly what he wanted.
   Jerking and shuddering, Ryou could not contain a jolt of cries. He clutched the untidy fabric beneath him. His stomach churned and growled, his entire body confused by the thick cock scarring him with professional speed. His body loved it. His own manhood began to slowly come to life as it extended. He arched forward as Bakura slowed, wondering if it was possible to lose his voice to something beyond illness.
   “It’s good,” his Lord murmured, “Isn’t it?”
   Fucking jerk!
   Ryou fell back, panting like a dog in need of water. His entire body quaked like a machine sputtering to life. He wanted to roll to the side to shut himself off, but Bakura held him firm. The Lord crawled over him, managing to keep inside as he greeted Ryou’s tired face. “Allow me the pleasure of tasting you,” he groaned.
   Unable to protest, Ryou succumbed to the rough lips of his master. Never having been kissed before, he amateurishly pouted his lips like those of a fish, and his response to it entertained Bakura. The Lord chuckled, then forced his tongue to slither its way in, spreading those dainty lips to lick Ryou’s teeth. Ryou’s mouth opened freely, the kiss doing a wondrous job at relaxing his mind and body. Bakura tasted of mealtime, of onion and fish, but Ryou supposed his own taste was similar. Bakura forced Ryou’s legs to rise high up, and he pounded the boy good and hard while the kiss was tender and sweet.
   Pulling back, Bakura gawked at the untouched white meat he’d been saving for last. The boy was fully erect. Pleased with this, Bakura reached a hand to take it, cupping it in his strong grip. Ryou gasped softly, muttering under his breath. Arching a brow, the Lord of Shadows smirked as he stroked the delicate flesh. His hips did not cease from doing their job, his cock never tired of delighting the angel who was innocent no more.
   Seeing the boy’s face squish up, Bakura had the feeling this was going to end sooner than he had hoped, but it was the boy’s first time. Much training would be done.
   Tilting his head back, Ryou squealed as his toes curled. His cock was squeezed hard. He could feel his release on the urge of spill. It was equally pleasurable being made love to, feeling Bakura push far in, hitting him in a special place. With a final stroke, his body twitched and he could no longer keep as quiet as he’d tried. He screamed, stuttering an array of moans from an explosion of ecstasy. His release emptied out over his stomach, and his tightened muscle added to the pleasure as he squeezed Bakura’s incredible shaft.
   The Lord of Shadows was satisfied. Slowing his strokes, he gently massaged the pallid shaft, watching as it settled and shrunk. Gripping the boy’s legs, Bakura began to pound with all his might, concluding the greatest thrill of his eternal life. He pushed into the boy, groaning as he gushed, filling that gorgeous rear to the brim.
   Ryou looked down, gaping. He could feel the moist substance flow inside him. Meekly, he glanced up at Bakura, horrorstruck. The dark stem slid out of him, and a white river poured with it, slicking its way down Ryou’s sticky skin. Bakura hurried to push his best robe away, preventing it from getting stained.
   Slumped flat on his back, Ryou lowered his released legs and closed them. He did not move when Bakura lay beside him to pat his cheek and brush back his lovely white hair. “So, judging by the look in your eyes, I take it you enjoyed yourself?” Bakura was quick to bring Ryou into a sitting position, allowing the boy to lean on him. “Good. I’m glad. But I’m not done yet. There’s one last thing I need to do.”
   Without his voice, Ryou questioned Bakura with his eyes alone. He was still too in shock by what happened.
   “I need to mark you,” Bakura moaned. He tilted Ryou’s head, gaining access to that beautiful neck. His appetite for it was as possessive as that of a vampire’s. “A shame --” he traced his knuckles over it, making Ryou shudder, “-- You have such flawless skin.”
   “P…” Ryou tried to talk, but was too late. His neck was latched onto, his skin suckled. He squirmed and gasped. As he submitted to the reddish hickey that formed on his fragile skin, he closed his eyes, soon falling asleep in Bakura’s arms.
   Behind them, unbeknownst to the two, a faint shimmer cascaded under scoops of dirt and rock.
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   It was late morning when Ryou next opened his eyes. Groaning, he blinked up at the light shining in from above. A faint scent of charcoaled wood entered his nostrils. The smoky smell did not boast well as a good morning, and he tiredly ducked beneath his cozy blanket, soft and fuzzy.
   Wait a minute…
   Gaping, Ryou peered down to discover his naked body was wrapped blithely in Bakura’s worn robe. Slowly sitting up, Ryou gasped as a sharp pain registered between his legs, reminding him of what he went through that previous night. He pulled the robe close at the memory. He remembered falling asleep in the strong immortal’s arms, with his body used and his neck… Gaping, Ryou flung a hand to where the Lord kissed his neck. The spot was warm. He could not see the purple blemish but knew it was there. Flustered, he then reached down to touch at where he was very sensitive. He was clean. Bakura must’ve…
   Pushing back the robe, Ryou looked around for his cloth, finding it not too far off. He crawled over to it. The aftermath of last night produced hate, for he was very sore. Before he could reach for his kilt, a glimmer caught his eye.
   Ryou turned his head to the left, wondering if what flashed in his vision had been nothing but his imagination. But it came again, a weird golden glimmer twinkling in the ground. Could it be coin Bakura’s stashed to keep hidden from Pet and Miu? Curious by it, Ryou quickly dressed, then crawled to the spot. He glanced over his shoulder. If he rummaged in the dirt, Bakura would know, and he would get into trouble again, but if he was quick enough to just see, then to cover it back up, what would be the harm in it? It’s not like he’d have any use for treasure.
   That flicker returned, brighter than before. With his mind made up, Ryou dug his fingers into the deathly cold soil, shoveling it away. What he found buried there sparked great interest in his eyes.
   A circle… No, a ring -- golden and bright with a pyramid in the middle, and infused with five dangling cones. He gaped at it. Taking it in his hands, he lifted it free. It jingled and jangled. He brushed off the dirt, smiling once he cleaned it best he could.
   “Wow,” he muttered, flipping it in his hands. Strangely, he wished to hold it close, to claim it. Slowly, he hugged it to his chest.
   “What do you think you are doing?”
   Gasping, Ryou spun on his knees, startled when the Lord of Shadow’s menacing violet eyes glared down at him. Behind him stood Miu, with Pet Baku on his knees, tugging on her dress to keep balanced.
   “I -- I…” He wanted to explain, but in that instant, the trinket in his hand glowed bright, flooding the tomb with a white light. Miu gasped and shielded her eyes. Pet Baku stared dazed as the bright spots hurt his eyes. Ryou shrieked, no longer feeling the trinket in his hands. When the light dispersed, and when he saw that his discovery was no longer there, he panicked.
   “No…” Bakura shot forward, grasping Ryou’s shoulders, shaking him. “What did you do! Where did it go?”
   Shaking his head, Ryou cried, “I don’t know!”
   But the Lord of Shadows knew. The palm of his hand pushed to where he could feel Ryou’s beating heart. The heart was not alone. It had company.
   Pushing away, Bakura’s rage bellowed loud. “Fuck!” He stormed to the doorway, pushing his way between Miu and Pet. “Fuck!” His darling pets, including Ryou, all slowly peered out to find their master on his knees. “Is this a fucking lie! Is this fucking real!” Knowing his pets were watching him, Bakura took a deep breath, then slowly rose to his feet and faced them. His eyes directly focused on Ryou. Bakura pointed straight at him. “You really are an angel.”
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