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Tears of Pain, Tears of Joy	By : kresua Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1766 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hey look! I�m back�and just in time for
Chapter 4! *wipes brow* Alright, people, to understand chapter 5 (which, btw, I
am working on right now ^_~) You may want to read
Blood on Her Claws (which was my story on how Yami got entrapped in the Millennium
Puzzle). AND PLEASE REVIEW ON THAT!!!!!! I appreciate
everyone�s reviews very very much. ^_^

Well, here�s chapter 4!

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The large cat�s tail flicked back and forth as Ryou slowly
stumbled forward and fell to his knees, gently offering the cat her feed or
entertainment; Bakura�s lips parted slightly as he watched Ryou fall like that,
hearing the sickening sound of skin slapping at the hard tile floor.

The large cat picked up her paw and unsheathed her long,
black claws, dripping with a poison as her golden-amethyst eyes glinted with
blood lust. Ryou�s face contorted with the anticipation of pain, yet he didn�t move. The cat snarled and slapped Ryou hard across
the face, leaving the same distinct claw marks across his sweet, unmarred pale
flesh that Yugi bore.

With a cry of pure pain, Ryou slumped over, his head
smacking into the cold tile with a thud.
Bakura�s eyes widened with rage as the animal pinned him there (as if Ryou
would have even struggled) before sinking her jaws into his blood, the
life-stream of his body, and began to suck his rich crimson tide.

Bakura watched as she lifted a slender leg and placed her
paw upon Ryou�s unmoving shoulder; he could hear Ryou�s soft crying
as he was tortured.

The large animal curled her tail around Ryou�s leg as she
continued to suck, purring at the sound of his desperate, soft whimpering.
Somehow able to form a sentence, Ryou whispered, �Please�p-p-p-please,
Mistress�s-stop�you�ll�.you�ll kill me�� His plea was broken
off by a cry of pure pain as the animal dove deeper. After a few
minutes, he begged now, very softly. �Please�p-p-please�.p-please��

The cat finally ripped her fangs from the boy�s throat,
lifting it off of the tile floor and smirking as the
boy had no strength left to hold it up and let it fall back to the ground with
a smack.

She turned back to Bakura and Yami. �Leave now,� she said to
Yami, �and I will forget your connection to my prey and leave you alone.
However, should you choose to stay here, I�ll kill
your hikari before taking your life as well. You have one hour.� She turned
back to Bakura. �He is not to be taken to a hospital�if you choose to take him
there, he will not last the night.�

And, with a puff of grey smoke, she was gone.

Bakura rushed to Ryou�s side, lifting the limp boy�s head off of the now blood-drenched floor and into his lap, gently
stroking Ryou�s cheek. To Yami he whispered, �Perhaps you should go�before��

Yami nodded, slowly, his eyes falling as he realized he�d have to abandon Bakura and Ryou to keep Yugi safe.

Yet...

�Bakura�if you need anything�give
us a call�and we�ll be over in a heartbeat��

~*~

After Yami had sadly and reluctantly taken
Yugi home, Bakura gently bandaged Ryou�s poor throat and laid him to rest upon
his bed. The boy moved in his sleep, whimpering soft incoherent pleas for
mercy. The beginnings of a fever marked his brow, and he began to shake badly.

Bakura went downstairs to get something for Ryou to drink,
hoping against all hope that his light would at least be conscious by his
return.

Ryou was indeed awake, up against the headboard of the bed,
his gentle chocolate eyes wide with confusion and pain. �Bak�bak�kura?� His sweet English accent was
tinted badly with feverish panic.

Bakura rushed to the bed and wrapped his arms around Ryou.
�Hush, Ryou�don�t worry�I�ll look after you�� The boy trembled as if freezing
cold, yet his body was burning against Bakura�s.

Bakura rushed to the bathroom to look for something to help
with the boy�s fever. Upon spying some aspirin, he let a couple of the pills
fall into his hand, picked up a glass of cool water, and went back to the bed.

Ryou watched him, great confusion swirling in his eyes as he
took the pills and swallowed. After about 10 minutes, the trembling boy fell
back against the bed into a fitful sleep.

Bakura sadly watched him, wishing so badly he could take
poor Ryou�s place�

�what?!

Bakura blinked a few moments, trying to remember when his
love for Ryou ever entered this deep a stage. Since when did he want to take
Ryou�s place? He shook his head, then glanced back at
the boy, very pleased that Ryou was no longer shaking with his fever.

~*~

After a few hours, Ryou awoke, his
head clear. Thought came easily, to his relief, and the only thing that really
hurt was his throat. He noticed that Bakura was asleep beside him; he stood up
and walked into the bathroom to take his temperature. As he looked up casually
into the mirror, he saw Bakura behind him. �Bakura? What�s wrong?� he asked
around the thermometer in his mouth. Bakura said nothing, and waited a moment
before taking the thermometer from the boy. 98.2�thank Ra.

Ryou glanced up at Bakura. �What does it say?� Bakura smiled
gently. �It says you should go back to bed and get some rest.�

Ryou giggled, a sweet, light, childish giggle that left
Bakura�s heart palpitating with joy. Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura�s
waist after a moment and whispered, �Bakura? I must ask you a question��

Bakura arched an eyebrow, and Ryou continued. �I must
know�is this simply guilt that is causing you to do this, or is it truly
something more?�

The boy�s eyes held hope, yet a hesitant hope, so as not to be crushed when the answer would hit him. Bakura�s mouth
opened, suddenly very dry.

�Go�go lay down on the bed.�

Ryou did so, this time without even looking back, and
plopped down on the bed, awaiting further instruction. Bakura walked back into
the bedroom and nearly smiled at the sight of Ryou, so willingly helpless upon
his bed. Gently walking forward, he knelt down at the foot of the bed and
whispered, �Ryou�I love you��

Ryou�s eyes fluttered as well as his heart. Bakura gently
slid his warm hands beneath Ryou�s shirt and leaned forward to kiss him. Ryou
returned the kiss, submissively, as Bakura gently pulled Ryou�s shirt up and off of his small yet muscular chest.

Ryou moaned softly and submissively into Bakura�s mouth as
Bakura gently ran his thumbs over Ryou�s soft pink nipples. Bakura pulled back
from the kiss and gently pushed Ryou down onto the bed. The boy hit the bed
limply, his eyes meeting Bakura�s with complete trust. Running the back of his
hand across the silken sheets of the bed, Ryou concentrated on the smooth
texture before looking back up pleadingly to Bakura.

The bruises upon Ryou�s chest and arms were healing now,
revealing back to Bakura the boy�s sweet, innocently pale skin that glistened
with a thin layer of sweat and arousal.

Arousal?

Was Ryou truly aroused by this? Did
he find having his yami dominant over him truly arousing after all he�d been through? It was a very rare day where Bakura
found his hikari aroused. On occasion, he would slip into Ryou�s bedroom and
find that the boy had had a wet dream during the night�but hardly ever an
arousal near him.

Bakura stood up (to Ryou�s dismay) and went to the door to
turn down the lights to a more comfortable low level. He also flipped the
thermostat up just a little as he let his loose blue shirt fall to the ground
behind him.

For the first time (besides his dreams)
Ryou gasped softly in pleasure at the sight of Bakura�s bare chest. Swallowing
hard, Ryou murmured, �Bakura�Bakura, please��

Bakura snaked over to the bed and crawled up over his sweet
hikari, dark chocolate meeting milk chocolate as Ryou continued his plea�his
desperate plea. �Bakura�onegai�for the first time�please�.be gentle�if you
can��

It was far from a demand. It was a simple, desperate plea�a
plea that Bakura could respect.

�Hush, hikari�� he murmured in a sweet voice, gently
pressing his lips against the underside of� Ryou�s chin. Ryou fell limp once more,
deciding that if he was good, he might be rewarded.

Ryou closed his eyes and moaned softly as those skilled
lips, loving the feel of soft gentle pleasure resulting from Bakura�s touch
rather than pain.

However, it was short-lived. Before Ryou could even whimper
at his yami�s hesitation, Bakura was pulled back and thrown
against the wall.

She was standing
there.

The cat chuckled softly as she flicked her tail
sadistically, walking around Bakura a few times, growling softly. �You two will
come with me�or I will slaughter Ryou where he stands.�

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Ooh! Another cliffie!
I�ll try and update soon! Reviews are much appreciated!!!! I may do this for free, but I
consider review pay for my services as writer. j/k�but
please do review if you like this story and wish it to continue.
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