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Remember Me, My Love	By : Senayalayasha Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Crossovers Views: 1126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of the characters used. They belong to Rumiko and Kazuki Takahashi respectively.

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Chapter Three: The Situation Worsens
Caution: There is yaoi in this chapter. If you don't like it, go away, but for those curious, hang around for the outcome. (Senayalayasha-Sama)
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Sesshomaru drove Ryou home in silence, neither really saying anything or even talking. As Ryou started to get out, the teacher grabbed his wrist and produced a piece of paper with something written on it. "Ryou, here's my number. Call me if you need anything, I mean it. I don't want you getting hurt. I don't care if it's in the middle of the night; call me if you need help. I'll come for you," Sesshomaru said, letting go of Ryou and handing him the paper. Ryou skimmed it, then smiled cutely and walked slowly towards the house, stuffing the paper inside his jacket. Inside, Bakura was spying on the intruder through the sheer living room curtains.
"Ryou, who owns the Lamborghini?" Bakura asked the second Ryou stepped in the door. His tone was curious, but had a dark undertone.
"A friend," Ryou said simply as he slipped off his shoes by the door and dropped his schoolbag. Bakura's nose wrinkled upon seeing his hikari's serene expression.
"Why are you so happy? Something tells me that you two are more than friends."
"That's all we are, Bakura. Let it alone," Ryou said, taking down some pans, cooking oil, and several spatulas as Bakura stormed in and shut the fridge door on Ryou's hand when he was reaching in for some pork chops. He huffed and glared at his yami in a somewhat frustrated fashion, but refused to show any pain, even when Bakura pushed harder on it. When he showed true visible signs of pain, Bakura usually pinned him down and beat or raped him, sometimes both.
"Bakura, knock that off," Ryou said softly as the distinct smell of alcohol brushed his nose. "You're drunk again!"
"So what if I am?" Bakura asked darkly, lifting his open bottle of whiskey off the counter and taking a swig. "Nothing wrong with it. Its legal.” Ryou paled at the sight of the whiskey; Bakura was malicious when he drank that.
"Everything's wrong with it! Because of you being drunk all the time, I can't sleep at night!" Ryou said, trying to keep his voice from sounding frightened. His eyes must've betrayed him though, since Bakura smirked at him and licked his lips slowly. 'Oh that was the wrong thing to say, Ryou...you really need to learn to keep your mouth shut...' the innocent thought to himself, freeing his mashed hand from the fridge and backing up along the counter as Bakura closed in on him, his eyes full of vicious intent, cornering him like a cougar would its prey.
"Really? Then maybe I should help that problem along…"
"No, Bakura! I want you to leave! I don't even care if you don't come back, I just want you gone!" Ryou screamed, grabbing a knife out of the carving block and brandishing it his yami. Bakura's eyes narrowed as he grabbed the wrist holding the knife, making him drop it as he backhanded Ryou across the face and watched him fall onto the tile floor. Ryou cradled his cheek with a hand as he looked up at Bakura, scowling as he scooted back across the floor until his back hit the cupboards, nowhere else to go.
"Don't scream at your elders like that, Ryou," Bakura said, ignoring what he had just said as he neared his destination, kicking the knife out his hikari's reach. "How disrespectful you are…"
"No, Bakura, leave! Just fucking leave, you asshole! I'm tired of this!" Ryou screamed at him, standing once more and shoving his face into Bakura's. Bakura grabbed him and pinned him to the counter by his throat, bending him over backwords over the tile and pressing their hips together. The younger male gasped and stiffened at the feel of the elder's hard member rubbing against him, blushing wildly and thrashing under him to get free, all the while trying to fish his cellphone out of his pocket and loosen the hand on his neck. 'Let...go!” he gasped.
"You are such a bad boy, Ryou, and bad boys must be punished. How must they be punished, Ryou? You know already, don't you?" Bakura breathed in Ryou's now exposed ear, making him shiver with fear as his eyes widened.
Struggling to breathe, Ryou said as he tried to pry off the iron grip on his throat, "Let go…don't make me call Sesshomaru – Sensei…"
"Sesshomaru – Sensei? Is he the person you were hanging out with today, Ryou – Kun?" Bakura asked lowly, his tong becoming murderious. Ryou kneed him and ran out of the kitchen, pulling his phone and Sesshomaru's number out of his jacket, hastily dialing the number. By the time he had finshed and heard the first ring, Bakura had already gotten up and tackled him, the phone skittering just out of reach as Sesshomaru answered.
"Hello?"
"Sesshomaru – Sensei!" Ryou shouted as Bakura flipped him over onto his back and tore off his pants, holding on firmly to one of legs to keep him from escaping, his grip hard enough to bruise as he cried out in pain.
"Ryou?" his teacher hollered back, his voice full of concern. “Ryou, can you hear me? Hello?”
"I'm sorry to call so soon, but -! Bakura, no! Stop it!" Ryou screeched as he thrashed about vainly under Bakura as his dark reached up and forcefully pinned his hands behind his back and bound them with a nearby ethernet cord. Bakura chuckled darkly as the innocent one attempted to kick him and he simply grasped his legs and pulled him close enough to disable the ability to, ripping Ryou's shirt open as he leaned down and kissed him roughly, his hands roaming about his smooth chest while he absently grinded their hips together, his already hard member becoming harder between them as Ryou continued to struggle, screaming all the while.
"Ryou, I'm coming! Hold out as long as you can," Sesshomaru ordered as he hung up and the line went dead.
"I'll teach you good this time, Ryou…" Bakura said gruffly, licking down his hikari's soft, graceful neck and biting him hard enough to draw blood before sucking hard on the wound he inflicted, the pain reducing the delicate male under him to tears, turning his head away in shame as he bit his lip as he felt his yami reach up and pinch one of his rose-colored nipples hard, making Ryou arch his back in protest, begging him to stop as Bakura ground their hips together harder.
“Please...stop, Bakura...” he sobbed, shaking his head uselessly as he felt Bakura's pulsating member near his entrance, blushing a deep crimson as he felt fear and panic sweep through him. 'Not again,' he thought, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his teeth together as he heard his elder's pants drop. 'Not again...please just let me die now and escape...'
Bakura licked his lips slowly, sadistically as he pulled the younger male closer to him and positioned himself at the other's entrance, feeling Ryou tense against him as a smirk curled into his lips and he pushed against the tight ring of muscle that separated his throbbing member from the tight warmth within, thrusting into Ryou violently as his younger counterpart tensed around him immensely upon his entry and screamed, his eyes wide and his back arching in agony as he resumed his pointless struggling as he felt a thick wetness escaping from him, his lips trembling before loosing another agonized scream as the malevolent male above him ignored his pain and simply continued to thrust into his harder and deeper, relishing the screams that were presented to him as he continued to suck at the alabaster neck of the boy under him, the skin bruised black under his lips.
Ryou ceased struggling as he knew there was no way he was going to get free any longer, his pleas and his screams going unheeded as he cried silently on the floor, his face turned away from his yami and his eyes closed as his crystalline tears fell into his silver locks splayed on the floor, waiting for a rescue from a man who was a stranger just hours earlier. He was foolish to rely on someone he'd just barely met...
Not a minute later, Ryou heard tires screeching across the asphalt outside then nothing until…
The door exploded with a cracking noise as Sesshomaru thrust his hand straight through the light wood with raw strength and split it down the center as he pulled it apart and stepped inside, his eyes murderous. His business clothing was gone, replaced with studded black bondage pants with all kinds of loops and buckles, a tight black muscle shirt, and black leather fingerless gloves with spikes on the knuckles, black heeled ass-kicker boots on his feet. Hiis hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, and gone were his green contacts, his God-given gold eyes blazing with anger upon witnessing the scene before him. Ryou opened his eyes exhaustedly to look up at him shamefully, his face beet red as he bit his lip and looked away from him, his body shivering from anguish and disgrace upon being seen in such a state. “Please...don't look at me...” he cried weakly, his voice cracking.
Bakura stopped his carnal activities and stood, zipping and buttoning his jeans. "My, aren't you a tough-looking bastard…" he muttered. Ryou, though he was no longer facing him, thought that Sesshomaru looked like an angel sent from above to save him from his hell, and secretly wished that he would leave Bakura in a heap on the floor, just as broken and miserable as he was.
"What is the -? Oh, wait, I can smell it; you're drunk,” Sesshomaru said flatly, cracking his knuckles and lowering his head as he looked at him, his eyes full of fury. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
"Yeah, I am. What's a tough guy like you going to do about it?" Bakura asked. Sesshomaru eyed Bakura a moment, then moved forward. He towered over Bakura by a good half a foot, though the yami gazed up at him undeterred. “He's a handsome fellow. Shame he's not my type,' he though, idly as he locked eyes with the taller male.
"This," Sesshomaru said, then punched him with one of his spiked hands. Bakura went flying and hit the wall behind him, the golden-eyed male zooming across the room at dizzying speed to hold him by the throat and mercilessly grab his balls, squeezing and twisting them painfully in his long, clawed hand. Bakura cringed and hissed in pain, struggling against the hands that were pinning and assailing him to no avail. The bastard was strong. A moment later it was over, Bakura on the floor curled up into a ball holding himself and rubbing his throat and black-clad male at Ryou's side, untying and carefully lifting him into his arms. Ryou whimpered and hid his face in Sesshomaru's shoulder, crying silently.
"You poor thing. You're staying with me from now on. I'll keep you safe from him," Sesshomaru said, shooting a vicious glare at the still recovering yami in the corner as he swiftly left and set Ryou down in the passenger seat before going back inside to retrieve his schoolbag and left, putting the teenager's things in the trunk before walking around to the driver's side and starting the car, driving off.
Within minutes, they were speeding up Sesshomaru's driveway and screeching to a stop before a great traditional-style mansion, Ryou's previously closed eyes wide in amazement at the size of the teacher's abode. He was going to be living here? As if to answer his question, Sesshomaru got out and walked around to his side of the car, opening the door and carefully lifting him out. “Welcome home, Ryou.”
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