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What Happened in Room 102	By : Rainydays00 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What Happened in Room 102

Chapter Four

Victory is bitter, even more so when the flavor of the pills he forces down are grape and the texture resembling chalk. When Ryou finally swallows his stomach feels heavy, though that's mainly from the words that Bakura said before thrusting the container in his hands, the taller male still looking down at him now.

He flinches when a heavy hand falls on his head, ruffling his hair slightly, it almost makes him cry, not because it brings him pain, but how it reflects that of an owner petting a dog, but he did agree to be the guy's pet.

"What a good boy," Bakura taunts, enjoying the flush of shame on that cherub like face, the boy hasn't spoken since he told him the conditions of getting his precious pills, only nodded with the same blush on his cheeks and eyes downcast, really being his toy couldn't be that bad, but he is a very skittish looking child.

"Can I eat this?" Marik asks from up front, lifting the lid to a pizza box, letting the tantalizing smell float through the air.

"No, Marik," he sighs, lifting his hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose, "that's for the brats."

"That's not fair," The Egyptian whines back.

Bakura stops himself from walking up front and smacking his partner, it's obvious who’s the brain of the operation here, only an idiot would eat something delivered to them by an enemy without thoroughly testing it first.

"I'll be right back, love," The criminal assures Ryou, and with a peck to the top of the little ones head he does make his way up front to his partner, with all intent on smacking the stupid out of him, if only that was possible.

"Ow!" Marik cries out when he's struck on the back of the head, rubbing the sore spot begrudgingly. The tanned male is then pulled closer to his partner, the other talking to him in a hushed voice, to quiet for anyone else to hear. "Alright," the male finally agrees after being lectured by his friend. "Anyone hungry?" He asks boredly.

The room is absolutely silent for a moment, friends sharing worried glances.

"Don't all rush up here at once," The Egyptian mumbles, looking as if on the verge of rolling his eyes.

"I-I'll have some," A brunette male calls, his hair styled into a single spike, raising his hand and still looking around nervously. Once he agrees others start to follow, Jou and Yugi, a girl with light blue hair all raise their hands one after another.

"Line up, hands on your heads where we can see them," Yugi comes up front, seeing as he is closest followed by Jou, then triangle head and the fidgety, blue haired girl having the seat the farthest away, four rows to the left and two to the back. "Grab a slice and walk back," Bakura continues to order, grabbing the hand gun he placed in his belt earlier, a silent warning.

Jou glares at the white haired fiend that attacked him earlier, he slightly contemplates paying the male back for the aching lump on his head, though he isn't that stupid. He settles with giving the male dirty looks and the knowledge that somehow he will get revenge, not just for himself but for all his friends as well. He grabs his pizza and goes to sit down.

The last person goes to grab her pizza, though she is stopped, a firm hand grasping her pale wrist. Deep blue eyes look up worriedly and the girl instantly tries to get away from the tan hand.

"Calm down, I don't bite," The Egyptian purrs, standing up. He doesn't notice all the odd stairs he's getting from the students, as if he had just stepped up to the electric chair, the man might as well have. "What's your name?"

"K-Kisara," It's a meek answer, the girl still trying to retract her captured hand.

Students continue to watch as the millionaire's girlfriend is manhandled by this fiend, not knowing how much trouble he could be in. If Seto were there he would probably make the call for the assassination right there, but if he were here instead of doing business in another country they would most likely be out of here by now, the brunette having a small army working for him.

"Marik leave that poor girl alone, you don't even like women," Bakura taunts, holding his arms up high as he stretches, about to make it back to his adorable, little look-a-like.

"I do too," the blonde argues, glaring up at his partner as if he had been insulted," and I just wanted to ask about her shampoo," he declares before once again turning his attention to the shaken girl, reaching out to touch the long blue strands he was addressing, "such pretty hair."

Kisara quickly mumbles an answer and when she is finally released she scurries back to her desk, pizza forgotten in her mind, more concentrated on her wildly beating heart.

Though Ryou was very perceptive to all the events before, he is blind to all that is happening at the moment, his mind only on the bottle in his hand. Not just what the bottle is, but what it cost him, and what would happen to him if he swallowed just a few more of those disgusting pills hidden within its body.

Contemplating suicide is not the whittenette's strong suit, he is too fearful to the idea, that's why he accepted the pills in the first place, he is afraid to die. And even if he wasn't scared, even if his religion allowed it, what would be the point in killing himself now, when he worked so hard to live?

Ryou jolts when a hand comes down on his cheek, wiping away tears he didn't notice himself, he feels pathetic for crying, childish, yet he can't help but continue.

When his face is lifted by that strong hand to meet the eyes of a murderer and lips descend upon him, this man stealing his very first kiss, he closes his eyes and let’s out a silent pray, one he learned very long ago as a child and hasn't used since elementary school, the pill bottle slipping from his hand.

"Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom His love entrusts me here, ever this day be at my side to light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen."

And though he wishes with all his might that it would change something, it does not, he and his classmates are still trapped in this room, he still sold his body and soul for his life, and he still has lips crushed down on his, insistent tongue trying to pry into his mouth.

For that moment it seems more like an action of love rather than attack, until the larger male pulls away, and the younger is struck across the cheek.

Ryou lets out a low whine when that cruel hand makes home in his hair much like before, yanking harshly at the white stands, and a mouth makes its way to his ear.

"Obviously you don't understand the term compliant," that dark voice whispers in his ear, making a shiver trail down his spine, "if I want to kiss you, you'll open your mouth, if I want to fuck you, you'll spread your legs, and if I want you to lick the whole floor clean, you'll do it with a fucking smile."

'No!' Ryou wants to protest, but lips smashing almost violently down on his again make that impossible. 'No, no!' He wants to cry and scream, instead he allows his lips to slip open to allow Bakura entrance to his virgin mouth, and the demon explores the opening thoroughly with a purr.

"Much better," Bakura praises when releasing the boy’s mouth, teeth pulling at the child's bottom lip playfully.

"I-I have to u-use the b-b-bathroom, please?" Ryou pleads before the fiend can force him to do anything else.

"Make it quick," Bakura growls, his look-a-like practically runs to the restroom. The diabetic boy doesn't use the restroom though; he locks the door and sinks to the floor, running away from his fears like a frightened child.

When Ryou is out of sight the other white haired male looks around the room, mainly at the few who have had a slice of the pizza delivered, they all seem alive and kicking still, well not exactly kicking in their current situation, but alive none the lease.

"You can have some of that pizza, now," He addresses his partner.

"Lost my appetite, douche bag's blood is bothering me," The blonde, peels the shirt off his skin once again, the drying blood making him itchy, Bakura might be the smart one and more sadistic all together, but Marik is much more bloodthirsty, shown by the great amount of blood covering him, while the whitenette only has a splash here and there. "I think I know how to solve it though."

With that said the blonde stands and makes his way to a desk two rows to the left and two to the back, while the brunette residing there got up, first to move his teacher’s body then to get pizza, the Egyptian noticed he is around the same size, the teen only a bit taller than himself.

"Strip," The order is blunt and straight to the point, making the one he's speaking to visibly gulp.

"S-sir?" The student asks, a blush forming on his cheeks as brown eyes look up at the criminal.

"Don't flatter yourself, dumb jocks aren't my type, I want your clothes," Marik clears the air. "Now, dumb ass," he growls when the boy still doesn't get it, that gets the tall male moving.

Bakura watches with amusement as his partner gets himself a new pair of clothes, the idiot he's getting said clothes from looking absolutely terrified which is humorous considering how masculine he is. Though it doesn't distract him from the fact that Ryou is taking a little too long in the restroom.

The murderer makes his way to the bathroom and knocks softly, there is no answer from the other side, and when he tries the handle he finds it locked.

Inside the restroom Ryou is huddled on the cold, tile floor cowering.

"Open the door, Ryou," Bakura demands, when he gets no answer again he finds himself becoming angry, this boy has a talent on getting on the criminal's nerves, he bangs on the door. "You will open the door, or you'll regret it!"

The whitenette inside curls more into himself, a soft sob escaping his lips when the man outside slams his fist into the door again.

"Th-there's a key in th-the drawer!" Boobs cries out after Bakura continues to abuse the door, she ignores the glares from the other students, she couldn't take it anymore, she's tired and scared, and the banging unnerved her.

It definitely grabs the whitenette's attention, he stops his current activity to walk over to the frightened girl's desk.

"Drawer?"

"In the teacher's desk," she answers, violet eyes looking up into the males blazing, russet ones, "the teacher keeps one f-for emergencies."

"She's right!" Marik calls, he checked while the two were talking, in his new, clean clothes, "found a seating chart also."

Bakura walks up and takes the keys handed to him; he also snatches the seating chart though.

"Thank you, Mai," He throws the chart back down on the desk after finding the girls name, making his way back to her. The male gently cups her cheek before leaning down closer to her. "You made me very happy," and with a kiss to her forehead his hand slides away from her cheek, and he starts his short journey to the bathroom.

Ryou knows of nothing happening beyond his small sanctuary, all the yells outside the door muffled and seeming distant, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out something is wrong when Bakura stopped cursing him and beating the door. It was the quiet before the storm, the storm coming in the form of a small click as the lock is drawn.

The student hurriedly scurries to his feet and thrusts all his weight at the opening barrier, it shuts momentarily, then is pried open again with a force that sends Ryou into the adjoined wall, his skull hitting the unrelenting brick with a harsh thud. He slides down the surface with a soft groan.

Too dazed by the trauma to his head the student doesn't see Bakura approaching, not till it's too late for him to even try to escape.

"I-I'm sorry, please, I'm s-sorry," Ryou pleads when a familiar grip is placed in his hair, his hair being entangled in those hands way too often.

"You'll know sorry when I'm finished with you," The criminal promises, pulling the smaller up by his soft strands. "I was gonna be nice, now I'm gonna make you suffer."

Ryou cannot ever imagine this man being nice as he is practically dragged from the bathroom by his hair, not stopping at his desk, but going further to the front of the room, before the teacher's desk.

"Strip," Bakura demands once they stop, forcing the smaller to face his classmates. "Take off your fucking clothes!" The male growls before Ryou can protest, yanking on captured strands harder, not taking no for an answer.

"Pl-please god, please," the boy repeats like a mantra in a low voice, as small fingers fumble over his school blazer's button's, like he's never been confronted by the small, complicated accessories before.

Bakura, being as impatient as he is, helps Ryou out, yanking at the delicate material with his free hand, small ‘taps’ spring forth as the buttons fly and hit hard surfaces, this doesn’t distract Ryou. It's not till Ryou is only in his white tee and boxers that he stops stripping, unable to remove his shirt because of the hand still planted in his hair, and unwilling to remove his baby blue boxers.

"Pl-please, I'm s-sorry," he pleads, trembling quite pathetically. His words go unnoticed as the hand in his hair leaves there to help the younger remove his shirt, the action gentle compared to the next one, retaking hold of snow colored locks, then the older's free hand exposes him completely pulling his boxer's off his waist and letting them fall the rest of the way to the floor.

Chocolate eyes squeeze shut, hoping that no one is looking at him as he covers himself with his hands, fat tears sliding down his red cheeks.

"Now, tell everyone that you're a dog and you'll listen to your master," Bakura orders, pulling on white strands a little harsher than necessary, exposing an alluring, pale throat, that the criminal playfully nips.

"I-I'm a-a-a d-"

'Smack!'

"Ah!" Ryou cries out when he is brutally smacked on his bare behind.

"Say it," the man orders again, impatient with the smaller's stutter.

'Smack!"

"I'm a d-dog!" Ryou states quickly, feeling more humiliation from getting spanked like a child than his words, he hasn’t been treated in such a way sense he was eight, "a-and I-I-"

'Smack!' The boy jumps and cries out again when he's struck, another time, for faltering, his pale behind turning red from the force of the hits.

"I o-obey my-my master."

"Again."

"I'm a dog a-and I-I obey my ma-master."

"And who is that?" Bakura questions, slightly callous hand caressing Ryou's sore behind warningly, making the small one shake all the more.

'Smack!'

"Who?"

"Y-You."

"That's a good boy," Bakura shows his joy by releasing the boy’s hair, pressing his body up against the teen's back, his left hand going to the boy's nice, flat stomach, other one resting on a pale, smooth thigh.

Marik tries to anticipate what is to happen next, enjoying the show thoroughly from his front row seat, there couldn't be anything more erotic than watching his demon of a friend abuse this angel. It'll be so much better if his partner decided to take the boy, the thought of watching them making him hard again.

"Now, my dog," Bakura nudges hair out of the way with his nose, till he gets to one of the boys ears, "how are you gonna show me you're sorry for what you did?"

"I-I don'-"

'Smack!'

"Eh!" This time it's Ryou's sensitive thigh that is harshly attacked, making him squirm uncomfortably, that's when he notices the hardness pressing against his lower back through the rough material of the other's jeans, he freezes instantly with realization and shock.

"Don't tell me, you don't know," Bakura growls. "Either tell me or I'll decide," it's not a warning it's a threat, confirmed by the criminal's hand sliding further up his thigh, resting so very close to the private area Ryou is very desperately hiding behind his own hands.

'Smack!' Another strike when he hesitates.

"A-anything, please, please ju-just don't-" 'Don't touch me' is what he wants to say. ‘Don’t touch me!’ He wants to beg and plead like the babbling fool he feels like, but he's cut off by a firm hand over his mouth, callous fingers rubbing over his lips suggestively.

Ryou is turned around as easily as a piece of paper is crumbled, forced to look towards the one male he wants to be the farthest from.

"Anything? How generous, my pet," Bakura mocks, hand leaving his mouth to cup the boy's cheek before it travels down, past his neck, to a small shoulder, applying pressure. "You're gonna use those pretty lips to make me come."

Ryou falls to his knees weakly, grateful his vision is too blurry from crying to see what is happening before him, though he knows. His ears are acutely aware of the zipper before him being pulled down, the pants rustling softly, and the strong scent of arousal. When a hand cups the back of his head he blindly lets it guide him and he obediently opens his mouth when the hard tip touches soft, pink lips, squeezing his eyes tightly closed.
The arousal is hot and bitter on his tongue, he tries to jerk back, but the hand on his head presses forward until he has half of the erection is in his mouth…
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