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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.

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Welp, it just keeps coming xD I'm not gonna bother holding out of the good shtuff, because its...well yeah. It's like if I hold it all in I'll explode. I got the written notes all down for this story yesterday!! Hopefully the characters will cooperate because sometimes they do things I don't mean for them to do...like twincest...seriously xD I was NOT meaning for this to happen but hey, it's cool. We've all got dirty-ish minds here, amrite?
On to the stuff! >:U

Chapter Five
"How is he?" Yugi stood by the wall of the guest room as Bakura stepped out the door and closed it quietly behind him.
"How do you think he is", the taller boy snarled.
Lips pursed, Yugi refused to let Bakura's anger get to him. He deserved every bit of it, and he knew that, but it still didn't take away from the fact that Ryou was in there and that he looked about two steps from death. It had been a couple of days now and the sharper white haired teen resembled more of a demon than anything else as he kept a diligent, sleepless guard over his younger twin.
Bakura rubbed the skin between his eyes with his thumb as he let out a deep breath, sensing the smaller boy's concern and feeling a modicum of caution. Yugi was the only reason his little brother had a safe place to recuperate, after all. If only from the physical stuff... "I think", he said after a moment, "I think he'll be okay. The medicine seems to be working, and he's…sleeping now." A tired hand ran over his face as he eyed his host. "I don't want you seeing him yet though."
Yugi nodded and bit his lip just as Atem padded out of the restroom. "I understand."
"You ritzy bastards sure know how to take care of yourselves don't you?" Oops. There went the control. He couldn't seem to still his tongue whenever that royal shithead entered the scene. Atem made him sick and every time they'd brushed by each other the two males barely avoided a brawl.
Rich Atem, powerful Atem, a guy who had the means to protect what was precious to him while Bakura was scrounging for straws.
The smaller boy turned just in time to see his master stiffen. "You are fortunate then, that this 'ritzy bastard' decided to fly his personal doctor here for your brother's care."
Bakura chewed on his tongue as his eyes narrowed, knowing he was being petty but needing something to attack.
"I…I asked him. Don't be angry Bakura."
"Whatever", the tallest among them muttered, crossing his arms. "As long as Ryou gets better."
"He will", Yugi said fiercely as he barely masked the tremor in his voice.
The prince glanced between the two then scowled. "Aibou, school?"
"I'm not going today."
"Aibou…"
"Please…master", Yugi looked down, his fire instantly quenched. "Please."
Twin crimson sharpened as Atem sighed, striding the short distance towards his purchase before cupping a hand behind the boy's nape. His thumb rubbed circles on the slender, creamy neck as he murmured, "As you will then."
Yugi's shoulders slumped with relief, unconsciously leaning into the touch. His eyes fluttered open and he stepped back in a panic however when Bakura cleared his throat and shoved between them on his way down the stairs.
Yugi trailed shortly after and the prince was left standing alone in the hall, contemplating.
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"N…no! Don—"
"Sh…shh, little one. I'm right here."
Ryou struggled to sit up in bed, clutching at his older brother's shirt as his chest heaved with rattling gasps. "Don't go. Don't leave me", he sobbed.
Bakura's brows furrowed, splaying his fingers across the smaller boy's chest and easing him back down. "I won't", he whispered. "I won't Ryou, it's alright."
"Hnngh. C-cold. Cold…b-big brother…" Ryou whimpered and gripped Bakura's hand, drawing it up to cup his cheek as he nuzzled into the calloused palm. "Please…"
A heavy whoosh of air rushed out of his lungs as Bakura rose from the bed, much to the panic of his younger sibling.
"K-kura…." The boy's teeth chattered violently, cutting off any further words .
Bakura rounded the side of the bed and shucked his shirt before drawing the covers back and climbing in beside the frail boy. In an instant Ryou was on him, littering heaving kisses all over his chin, clutching at the lean expanse of his chest, petting his razored waves with reverence.
"No. No little one, stop." He grabbed Ryou's wrists before gathering them into one of his hands, coaxing the shaking boy to curl against his side. Ryou whined and fought the restraint until he felt the weight of Bakura's other arm looping around his waist, tugging their bodies flush. "Rest."
Chocolate eyes snapped shut, his older brother's smooth timbre washing away all the quivering, all the anxiety. The smaller boy sagged into the hold and sighed, breath fanning against the hollow of Bakura's throat. The hand restricting his wrists loosened to brush strong fingers up the lines of his arms. Ryou shivered into the pleasant touch.
"Big brother…I l-love you."
Bakura grimaced. "I know little one. Sleep now. You're safe."
Ryou hummed and burrowed his face into his brother's singular scent. Within seconds, he was out like a light. The taller male hadn't realized he'd coiled his body until he felt himself relax alongside his sibling. Twin crimson narrowed as they surveyed the unfamiliar ceiling in Yugi's guestroom, the soft yellow of the bedside lamp keeping the corner shadows at bay.
With a sigh he shifted to make them both more comfortable as he buried his face in Ryou's hair while the smaller boy's arms squeezed his middle. Ryou's lips parted and a breathy moan escaped the lush cavern.
The elder twin tore his eyes away from the sight and forced them back up to trace patterns in the ceiling. The act couldnt stop now, no matter how much both of them wanted it. They'd been...doing it for too long, doing it until something as unnatural as this relationship became sustenance to their very souls. They'd escaped the chains of servitude, only to find themselves inextricably bound to and by each other. They would be for the rest of their lives.
Even so, Bakura couldn't help but marvel at the fact that Ryou still let him touch him after he'd had just as much a hand in breaking him.
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Murmurs of awe and fear erupted from the gathering of beautiful boys as Bakura picked a path through them. Ryou's jaw hinged open as he watched his brother's methodical trip with as much emotion brimming in his eyes as Bakura was hiding.
"H-how?"
The taller sibling bent down and snagged Ryou's arm, tugging him gently to his feet while they were all corralled back inside.
"We'll talk in a minute." Bakura shook his head and hid those piercing crimson orbs behind the curtain of his bangs as he looped an arm around Ryou's waist and tucked him against his side as they walked. When they reached Ryou's room, the small teen almost whooped for joy when he noticed the guards weren't trying to pry them apart.
Pegasus swiped the keycard through its slot, holding the door open himself for both males as he followed their every move with a hungry leer. "Right this way, my beauties."
Bakura scowled at the silver-haired man as he shielded his younger brother with a tighter hold, putting himself between Ryou and Pegasus as they walked through the door. The Compound's manager cast them one last lusty glare before allowing the door to swing shut on oiled hinges.
Once they were inside, Ryou spun around and threw himself into his brother's waiting embrace, sobbing like his heart was being ripped apart then duct-taped together again. Bakura squeezed, wrapping his arms around his sibling's waist and hauling him up until Ryou's toes skimmed the ground. He nuzzled the fluttering pulse and bared his teeth against the tender spot.
"I've found you at last." He breathed in once, twice. His arms flexed as Ryou quivered then slid down his body.
Bakura stole a glance at the opposite wall, knowing what he'd find there so he kept Ryou close as he walked them towards the bed. "Big brother, what're you—" The smaller teen fell back with a squeak as Bakura slid between his legs and rose above him.
"B-ig brother…no! No!" The look Bakura gave him; pleading, angry…? No…it was something else. It should have quelled all arguments but Dartz's fingers were still fresh on his skin. The betrayal stung even as heat prickled between their bodies "Bakura, get o—"
His breath hitched as the sharper replica dipped down and massaged his ear with soft lips. "Shh. I'm sorry Ryou."
He couldn't do anything but clutch at his brother's shoulders as his body locked with shock. Bakura's hand coasted down his side, cupping under his thigh and giving a gentle squeeze as he pulled Ryou's leg to wrap around his waist. That same hand then snuck between them and stroked roughly at Ryou's groin through the thin pants, making him choke through his panicked cries.
"Shhh", he hummed again. "This was the condition. Just close your eyes if you don't like it. This is the only way we can talk. I'll teach you."
"C-condition", Ryou whined breathily. "Wh-nnh…Kura, p-please sto...p..."
"Don't look over but, hhf…fuck", Bakura began panting, hating and loving the expanse beneath his fingers. "W-wall…they're watchi-ng." His palm flattened against the swollen heat in his grasp. Ryou's eyes snapped open and bucked up with a strangled groan.
Bakura eased up a little, mindful of Ryou's difficulty with breathing under normal circumstances. "I'm sorry", he hissed. "So sorry." In a louder voice he snarled, "Stop blubbering. I know you like it."
Ryou flinched at the change in tone and sobbed into his brother's neck as he clung to him, pulling him close despite everything. Bakura had come for him. He wasn't alone. The boy's heart thudded against his ribcage like a battering ram as right and wrong swirled together in a hazy inferno
"I can stay here like this…with you… nnh…but only if we follow the rules." That low voice again.
Rules, worded cages. Nothing was sacred anymore. Ryou's blood felt like it was pumping in reverse as something awoke inside him.
"Stay", the smaller teen whimpered. "Stay b-big broth-er."
Ryou felt his twin tense and finally sink all the way down with a throaty growl to rub his own daunting hardness against Ryou's creamy stomach. "I…won't hurt you", Bakura groaned lowly. "Just…let me…"
The smaller boy squeezed his eyes shut and his grip became submissive as he threaded fingers into his elder twin's hair. Let them watch, let them listen, let them know. All that mattered was the different kind of ache Bakura was soothing.
Crimson eyes snapped shut and his body strained when Ryou's hands fluttered down like a whisper to offer him relief as well. "R-Ryou", he choked. "You don't ha-ve, uhm..." It was worse than the harshest vice, that soft touch. Every single one of Bakura's nerve endings sliced in half at the new sensation that was as torturous as it was divine. A husky sob broke from him between nasally pants as Bakura arched his spine to allow Ryou more access. The arm supporting him above his brother quivered but the elder twin held himself in place, only pressing his weight down where it was absolutely necessary. If they had to do this, he'd take every pain to make sure it was easier for Ryou. He rested his forehead on the cool surface of the pillow by Ryou's head, feeling the smaller boy turn and lick his cheek.
"Ungh...sonuva..." With a sharp gasp he thrusted into Ryou's fist as stars exploded behind his eyes. "Ryou...Ryou..."
They stayed like that, jerking each other off through their clothes for what could have been a few minutes or an hour. Neither knew or cared. Neither could bring themselves to past the disgust, shock, and mind-numbing taboo that felt so, so good.
Ryou squirmed and cried out under him suddenly, coming hard as his body bowed with sizzling completion. "K-Kura...! Ahh!" His motions became frantic as he desperately mimicked his elder replica.
Bakura followed not seconds after before just managing to roll to the side, his back facing the two-way mirror as he did his best to shield his little brother from hungry eyes. Ryou was starting to tremble again, drenched in sweat. Bakura smoothed his damp bangs back and like a magnet Ryou cuddled as close as he could fit. "I've got you. I've got you, kid."
"Bakura", he whimpered. "Bakura, Bakura." His small shoulders shoot with silent sobs.
The older twin's fingers brushed along the curve of Ryou's spine as the little one's salty tears drowned him in guilt. "I'm sorry", he husked. The skinny body, already weak gave into exhaustion.
After what felt like an endless stretch of time, sleep scratched at Bakura's eyes too, coaxing heavy lids to close as he plummeted headfirst through inky oblivion.
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The bed dipped and Bakura swatted at the thing trying to pry him from slumber's embrace. A pained yelp managed to do the deed that the shuffling hadn't however and Bakura shot up, scrambling against the wall, teeth bared in a silent startle.
He blinked a few times in the shadows of the room until things came into focus.
"Shit…"
Ryou was clutching at a bruise on his arm that looked suspiciously like Bakura's large handprint, eyes wide with terror as he clamored off the bed and against the far wall. He shook his head.
"Ryou…"
Bakura rose to his feet and winced at his little brother's reaction. The smaller twin pressed himself against the thing impeding him, swallowing to try and wet his throat. "S-stay back", he croaked.
Bakura took a step forward.
"Stay back", Ryou screamed.
The older boy rushed forward as Ryou crumbled in on himself, wrapping bony arms around his middle as if that action could somehow protect him. He gagged and dry heaved but nothing came out. Bakura gathered the frail boy to him in a rough hug even as Ryou scratched and fought the embrace.
"Don…don't touch me! I hate you!"
"I know", Bakura muttered. "Hate me. Hit me. Do whatever you need to do. But I had to Ryou. Please understand, I'll do anything to stay by your side."
A shudder chased through the tautness and stole the last of Ryou's fight as the sincerity of those words crashed through him. He slumped and Bakura used the lull to pull him close as he ran fingers through snowy locks that resembled his own so closely. He tucked his little brother's head under his chin and rested his cheek possessively across the fluffy, rumpled mess.
"How did you get here", Ryou mumbled weakly. "How?" Of course, he had believed his brother…but wishing for his presence then suddenly being confronted by the costly reality were two different things entirely.
"The ones who nabbed you killed dad. I offered myself up because it was the quickest way."
Ryou moaned, a hiccup-like sob lodging itself as a painful cork in his chest. "God, it hurts…you're so s-stupid."
"I know."
Trembling fingers bunched into the fabric of Bakura's shirt but the older boy pulled back with a hiss as it constricted. Ryou's eyes fluttered open at the sound and he trailed his hand up to gently trace Bakura's spine. The shirt was…wet.
Ryou pulled away in horror as he stared at his red palm.
"B-Bakura. What happened?"
His older twin gave him a sad smile as he ran a finger over the curve of Ryou's cheek. He didn't answer. The small boy shot to his feet. "Take it off."
Ryou clutched his chest and glared hard at his brother, watching dark brows shoot up past his hairline.
"Its fine. I don't need—"
"Take your shirt off Kura."
Bakura bit his lip but stood and turned, looping his shirt up over his neck and into crossed elbows. Ryou's eyes widened and his feet carried him forward before he could think better of it. A hand reached out to touch then drew back at the last second, hovering over the countless lashes and welts, the bouquet of bruises. It looked like most had scabbed over then were torn open again.
Ryou blinked. Bakura was so tender, so tense as he held himself above Ryou's body in a way that must have been excruciating. How could this— "…I."
"Don't", Bakura warned. "You don't want to know the answer to what you're about to ask."
Ryou coughed and shivered, feeling a phantom sting erupt on his own back. Without another word he rounded the taut figure and dropped his head on his older brother's chest.
"Thank you…"
Bakura's harsh expression softened as he let go of the shirt and pulled the frail body into a hug. Ryou returned the gesture, raising his arms then pausing before they could touch the bloody canvas. He looped his arms around Bakura's neck instead. His own pain was forgotten, confronted by the brutal wounds he could see, smell on Bakura's back.
After a moment Ryou got a hold of himself and squared his shoulders. His throat burned as more coughs kicked his sternum but he forced them down and walked himself out of his brother's arms. Striding to the door with surprisingly steady steps, he pressed the button for the speaker and bit out a request.
"Water. I need water."
Five minutes later a slot in the wall slid back and a bowl of the desired liquid was stuffed through. Ryou took it without a word and placed it next to the bed. Bakura watched his little brother curiously as Ryou set about tearing small strips from his blanket and dipping them into the bowl.
Getting the message, Bakura hunkered down in front of him with gritted teeth to make the task easier. He didn't make a sound, though sweat beaded on his skin as Ryou diligently and carefully cleansed away the abundance of caked and fresh blood.
"I have nothing to wrap it with but getting it clean should at least help you feel a little better."
"This is fine Ryou. It's okay."
"It's not okay. I hate this wretched place. I hate them. I hate Pegasus…I want to go home." He squeezed one of the dirty rags out, the water steeped with the color of his brother's precious life now as it trickled in rivultes over his fingers.
Bakura fell quiet as the gentle slosh and cool feel of air on his whip-marks crowded the space around them. Step one, infiltration.
Twin crimson flicked to the wall then stared ahead again. "Soon."
Another quick update! More plot! Huzzzzaaaah~ Everyone needs a good dose of twincest sometimes.
SUPER BIG BEAR HUGS TO MY REVIEWERS ;3 Ya'll make-a me shmile~
The Compound is a dirty place yo o.O I hate to say it but it really freaks me out to write about that setting. We'll hear more from our main men next chapter, or the one after with a hint of Olga~ Look forward to it :3 As always please forgive my typos and any OOC-ness. And thanks for reading this time around.
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