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A Slave for Who?	By : hachi-miitsu Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
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*coughs* Anyways, to business! After much deliberation I have decided to take it up the ass and— LOLNO. ;D Fooled ya. Yeah, this is me making with the condensing of the intended two portions into one so we can get to more ~puppy <3 power~ next time. Please bear with me through it and a graphic (FUCKING GRAPHIC!!!) depiction on just how twisted The Compound is. O_O;; This is personally one of my least favorite chapters ;~; Just makes me sad, you know?
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Chapter Six
The sun stretched high in the sky, baking buildings and people alike under its unforgiving rays. Ryou allowed himself to be pulled along by his brother as they weaved through the crowded marketplace, something foreign and spicy wafting on the air as various men and women hawked their wares. The whitenette glanced up at the tarp-like roof that stretched over the area, dots of sun poking through the thin fabric like daytime stars.
Though the temperature was sweltering, Ryou couldn't bring himself to feel sluggish. He was too exhilarated by their surroundings and the circumstance for their outing.
"Dad's gonna be so mad", he snickered.
Bakura looked over his shoulder with a mischievous glint in his eye as his fingers tightened around Ryou's hand. "The old man is too uptight. It's good for you to get out every now and again."
The smaller twin's heart swelled with love as Bakura halted them to try on a weird looking hat. With a serious expression he turned back, arms akimbo, while he awaited Ryou's opinion with all the stoicism of a runway model.
Ryou covered his mouth, trying to mask the husky chuckle that escaped anyways. Bakura snorted. "Well, I look dashing, if I do say so myself." He turned to the side, noticing a slab of mirror next to the stall then promptly tore the hat off with a scowl. "Or not…"
The younger boy didn't bother to hide it this time as he laughed so hard a coughing fit was aggravated. Bakura was at his side in an instant, massaging his back in the way he'd been taught to ease Ryou's breathing. Concern etched deep into his face even as his brother straightened with a teary gasp or two and patted his arm.
"T-thanks…Kura…I'm g-ood." His chest rattled again in direct contradiction as he cupped the front of his throat, expression taut with pain.
"Maybe dad was right. Come on, let's go back."
"No!"
Ryou clutched Bakura's sleeve as his face scrunched with disappointment. "Just…a little longer. Please Kura? I'll take it …easy."
Bakura's eyes narrowed but in the end he squeezed Ryou's fingers and gave in. They walked on a ways until something caught the elder twin's eye. A grin spread across his face.
"Hey kid. Stay close, but find something to look at for a sec."
Ryou glanced around. "Can I pick out an apple?"
Bakura nodded, distracted by the trinkets a little farther down. A necklace, or maybe a bracelet would make Ryou feel better. He couldn't steal right now because he knew he was already in a load of shit with his dad for bringing Ryou out. Oh well, might as well make it count. These vendors were sharp from fending off the thieving hands of children around here anyways. Best not risk it. "Get the biggest, juiciest one you can find and I'll buy it for you."
Ryou smiled as his brother separated from him and stalked towards a stand. He knew what his elder was doing and it made a tender emotion well in his chest. Bakura always knew what to do, so Ryou could pretend to look surprised when he received another gift. Gods knew, he had a small treasure chest at home filled with something precious from everywhere around the world; not in terms of gold or jewels, but proof that Bakura always put him first. He ambled towards the fruit cart, stretching the limits his older brother's surveillance.
Neither noticed the turban clad men who broke off to trail the younger of the two. Screams. Gunfire. Mass panic as the crowd surged away from the commotion, away from Ryou and his kidnappers. They carried Bakura along with them.
"Big brother! H-help! Bi—"
"Ryou! Ryou! Get the fuck outta my way you bastards! Ryou!"
"Ryou." The whitenette shivered at the sound of his brother's voice, low and feral in his ear. He yelped as hands constricted, ripping the tattered excuses for clothes from his body and coasting along the expanse of his skin. The chains clinked as his body jerked. Black, they were surrounded by dripping black shadows.
"Stop it! No, brother stop! This is wrong! Please—"
"Ryou, behave", Pegasus tittered, manifesting out of thin air. He sipped tea and crossed an ankle over his knee. The table was set not four feet away giving him an ample show. Ryou tried his best to cover his body with his hands, to no avail.
Bakura strode forward with a snarl and snatched one of Ryou's arms in his bruising grip. "Stop blubbering. I know you like it."
"No!"
Bakura pushed his little brother to the ground, ravaging his neck as he set about removing his own clothing.
"Ryou", that low, comforting voice.
The younger twin's eyes widened. They were alone and Bakura was rising above him, a pained expression on his face as he dragged crimson eyes over the damage he was about to inflict. "Oh Ryou, I'm sorry. Sorry."
"Kura? Kura, it's okay." He cupped the wetness on Bakura's cheek but paused at the strange feel. When he pulled his hand back, it was coated in red. "B-big brother? Are you okay?"
The sharper echo dipped his head and nibbled at the fleshy lobe of Ryou's ear. The small boy wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, gasping as that same strange red wetness coated his forearms. His hands explored curiously, hearing his elder hiss each time a finger brushed or caught on a welt, an open abrasion.
"Kura, no. You're hurt. Stop Kura."
"I'll do anything to stay by your side."
"…ura…. Nn… no, plea….mmm, Kura." Ryou bolted up with a gasp, clutching the flimsy blanket as his chest heaved. Shadows swirled in the gloomy room and the whitenette settled shakily back in his spot on the mattress. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't alone. He barely managed to stifle a squeak when he rolled over and came face to face with a vision of his sleeping brother; face creased in a scowl, lips pressed into a tight line, head propped on one folded arm as he rested on his side.
Ryou beheld this sight in wonder, feeling a rare peace even as the sordid reality settled heavier than any chains could. His brother…and he…
Bakura had paid in blood and bone to be by his side. He was doing something unspeakable to stay here. Going to great lengths as he'd always done. All for him.
Before he knew what he was doing, the younger twin reached out and traced the contours of Bakura's lips with a fingertip, drawing a deep sleepy rumble from him that vibrated the mattress. A moment later dark lashes fluttered open and the mouth that had seemed so hard before parted and drew the digit into his wet cavern with a soft suck.
The smaller boy whimpered as teeth clamped down to hold him in place before Bakura's tongue swept over the sensitive pad a couple of times. He released his little brother with a grin and scooted closer.
"Bad dream love?" His voice was gravelly from sleep but it sounded so…nice.
"Mm." Ryou's lower lip poked out as his brows knitted. "Are you really here Kura? This isn't a dream?"
Bakura laced their fingers and placed the joined hands on his cheek. A muscle was working in his jaw and Ryou's thumb rubbed circles around it. "Feel me. I'm here little one, really here. And I won't leave your side again."
Ryou buried his face in his brother's neck and breathed him in. Arms came up to enfold him in living heat as he settled into a decidedly more pleasant slumber. Bakura didn't go back to sleep.
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"Auction day?"
Ryou nodded as he slurped up the last bit of milk in his bowl before setting it back on the waiting tray. Bakura popped a slice of bacon in his mouth then repeated the gesture for Ryou when the smaller boy parted his lips expectantly.
"At least the food here isn't too bad."
The whitenette nodded as he crunched happily around the slice of meat bearing more consistency to charcoal than breakfast. Despite that, he felt a thrill tingle through him at Bakura's familiar habits. Bakura's closeness.
"Mhm. They're about twice a month. Yugi hated them so much." His lips curled into a fond smile at the memory of Yugi's subsequent albeit grudging rise in popularity. Then that stupid prince had to come along. His smile wavered. Ryou just knew it was that guy because he'd seen the way those evil eyes had raked over his friend's skin.
Bakura's eyes narrowed. "Who's Yugi…?"
A shadow passed over the smaller boy's face, his shallow happiness momentarily dampened. "He was…a friend. Last I heard he's living the happy life in Domino. I miss him…"
The sharper reflection cocked his head and reached over for Ryou's hand. Pale fingers squeezed as the whitenette forced a smile. "Oh well."
Bakura glanced around the room and scowled. "How do you know it's today?"
"Allllllright my darlings! Eat your fill while you can because lunch will be a little late today. You know the drill boys, so do me proud! Stay pretty!"
The invisible loud speaker crackled once then faded into silence once more.
"…that's how."
"Jesus fucking Christ." Bakura swiveled a pinky in his ear then pulled back and checked for blood.
Ryou grinned. "You learn to brace for it or your head explodes."
"I don't think I'll ever get used to that shit. Bring on the brain bath. Fuck…"
Acting on impulse Ryou leaned forward and kissed Bakura's ear. He realized what he was doing a second later and sat back, blinking as a blush stained his cheeks. "I…uh…s-sorry."
The elder quirked a dark brow but by the grin curling his lips, all boo-boos had been sufficiently healed. He hauled himself off the bed with a languid stretch, arms raising until his shoulders popped.
"Kura, gross!" Ryou scrunched his face in distaste and shuddered as Bakura shrugged.
The door swung open suddenly. With a curse, Bakura clamped Ryou's wrist and dragged the younger boy behind him while he crouched into a defensive stance. One of the guards loomed, face expressionless as another entered and pressed a panel on the adjacent wall. The spot glowed, followed by the sound of hissing air as a compartment was revealed.
The goon turned back and Ryou walked around an incredulous Bakura like he'd done this countless times before. The manacles were different than usual, the leather collar the only thing remaining consistent. The cuff design was meant for individual versatility with a relative range of freedom. It was tempered however by the nasty looking clips on the inside of each wrist, promising absolute constriction should one step out of line.
"What the hell is this?"
"Kura, hush." Ryou shot his elder reflection an anxious look as the other sentry made his way towards Bakura with the same outfit.
"…come near me with those things and I'll fuck your shi—", the expressionless watchmen tackled him to the ground without warning but Bakura thrashed against him. Ryou's restrainer came forward to assist.
"Stop it", the small boy cried. "Stop he's new! Don't hurt him! Oh Bakura, please cooperate..."
At the sound of his brother's distress, the elder somehow forced himself to calm long enough for his own collar and cuffs to be clapped on. The pair got up, one delivering a vicious kick to Bakura's stomach as they hauled him to his feet, connecting his wrists behind his back.
Bakura sagged but shook his head and shrugged off their hold. "Fuckin' pansy asses", he wheezed. They opted not to comment as they flanked the door and gestured for the twins to pass through. Still cautious, Bakura groped around behind him until Ryou took one of his hands.
They stepped into the glaring hallway to find a line of boys waiting. Bakura glanced back at Ryou who nodded and they took their place at the front. Their collars were clipped to a long chain before the procession was led forward. The group ambled in the same uniform fashion as the procedure repeated itself for three more doors. Then they were all ushered into the greenhouse.
Twin crimson narrowed as the same prick who kicked him undid his cuffs with a savage yank. Bakura rubbed to ease the prickling circulation. The only thing that stopped him from payback was a sharp elbow in his sternum. He looked down to find the cutest pout puckering Ryou's face. With a chuckle he settled back and took in the surroundings.
The décor was different; circular tables and latticed chairs scattered across the sprawling lawn with various people boasting the highest level of wealth perched there. Waiters hovered at strategic stations, bearing trays laden with champagne flutes and odd looking hors d'oeuvres as they awaited the aristocrats' call.
"The fuck…?"
"Auction day", Ryou sighed.
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"This is such a load of shi—"
"Hush Kura."
The taller echo grumbled but complied as he crossed his arms and looked around. "Seriously, what the fuck are we supposed to do?"
"You heard Pegasus right?"
"Oh hell." He shifted his weight then made a face at one lady who came towards them with what looked like a pair of…. opera glasses. Good lord.
She pulled up short, not used to such spunk as she held her nose higher and pursed her lips. "What is your name boy?" The old woman sniffed and threw something furry over her shoulder as she appraised him.
Ryou grinned. "His name is Bakura ma'am."
"I didn't ask you, slave."
His smile disappeared as he cowered behind his elder sibling.
Bakura snarled and made to charge at her retreating back but Ryou pulled him to a stop. "Don't", he whispered. "Just bear with it."
"They can't talk to you like that!"
"They can, and they will Kura. I'm okay. Let's just keep our heads down until this thing is over okay?" The small boy squeezed Bakura's arm in a hug. "I'm glad you're here big brother. Auction day was hell before."
Bakura snorted. "I can imagine." He sneered at the next person to come near them, a portly looking man with a red face. "Don't get food, fucking ogled at. What are we, animals?"
Ryou gave him a sad smile and propped his head on the taller boy's shoulder. "No, Kura. We're slaves."
Bakura pressed his lips into a thin line as twin crimson wandered disdainfully over the gathering of other stunning, lifeless boys. They let these rich fuckers paw at them, grab their jaws to check their teeth, lift their shirts, grope them. A couple of the guards in the corner caught his eye as they licked their lips and watched the spectacle hungrily.
The elder tugged his replica to him as a blue-haired androgyn passed them with a snicker. The man next to him guffawed and clapped the boy on his shoulder as encouragement. "Another protector? How nice", Dartz hissed. "Wonder how long this one will stick around."
Ryou recoiled like he'd just been slapped.
"Wanna play brat?"
His walk turned seductive as he came to stand next to Ryou and locked eyes with the man by him. Bakura grit his teeth, a guttural sound of warning rumbling deep in his throat. He was ignored.
"What do you think?" Dartz draped himself over the smaller boy as the aristocrat blustered approvingly and adjusted his monocle to get a better look.
"Simply exquisite", he sighed.
"Dartz stop", Ryou squeaked, trying to shrink away.
The elder momentarily contemplated the androgyn's painful dismemberment when a much…better idea flitted through his mind.
With a feral grin, Bakura slipped deft fingers around the back of his brother's neck, using the grip to pull the boy from the androgyn's offending hand and into his own chest. His thumb pressed the slender line of the ivory throat, silently directing Ryou's head to tilt and grant him access. The younger twin automatically heeded Bakura's commanding touch, his body relaxing visibly. In that moment his obsequious submission made the nature of their "relationship" clear.
Bakura dipped his head down to briefly graze his sharp canines across the pale surface. "Sorry to interrupt", he husked against quivering flesh, looking up at the elite and the androgyn. "But this one's with me." Just to nettle this 'Dartz' character for trying to screw with his brother, he graced the aristocrat with a cocky smirk. "What do you think", he drawled.
Ryou barely stifled a moan at the dark sensation that prickled through him. A flush of embarrassment colored cheeks. The small boy felt mortified at being so easily subjugated…in such a way. "K-Kura!" With no other place to go, he turned and hid his face in Bakura's shoulder.
The taller male lingered a little longer, dragging his tongue up the elegant curve then straightening, a possessive hand resting over Ryou's middle.
The oldest among them began clapping, drawing the attention of everyone in the near vicinity as he blustered, "Stunning, beautiful! Tell me, are you two related?"
"W-we…"
"Yup."
Ryou looked up at Bakura in awe and dismay.
"Ah, a touch of the forbidden love here too? I can see it. Yes, superb! Magnificent!"
Bakura smirked, not knowing the implications of what he'd just done.
The human buyers clustered around them to get a closer look as Ryou clung to his shirt, fearful eyes glittering with tears. "Kura, no."
Dartz stepped back, hands clenched white with his blistering fury. He spat on the ground and stalked away as the other boys who'd been abandoned lounged back to enjoy a moment of peace. A little ways away Pegasus cocked his head with a calculative expression.
The rest of the time passed in a blur of groping hands and shallow compliments. Ryou never strayed two steps from his brother's side, fist firmly clenched in the fabric of his shirt as Bakura was led around and fawned over.
"So you protect him?"
"Light and dark eh? Love it, love it!"
"How much? I want to take them home now!"
Bakura smirked. Step two, initiated. In the flurry of activity and scheming, neither noticed the fat mustached man who followed the twins' every move more closely than ever.
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"You're quite popular, you know."
Bakura reclined back in the seat as he picked at his teeth, not deigning to comment. He didn't know how this buyer shit worked but was catching on quickly enough. With what he'd done back there, it wouldn't be long now until—
"Like a beauty and beast set. Absolutely splendid."
—some elite bought them. He'd already scoured this place for an out and found it nigh impregnable. That was fine though. There was always a way. Why should he break his back trying to escape from here when they could get shipped out it style? Once they were off the island and on their way to the buyer, he could just nab Ryou from there. It was all in the bag. It was all going to be—
"Are your accommodations up to standard?"
The whitenette paused at that and sat up, narrowing the full fire in his glare at his captor from across the desk. "Why do you ask questions when you already know the answers", he spat.
"To watch you squirm of course." Pegasus rotated one wrist as he contemplated something over Bakura's head.
"Why did you call me here?"
"I have something for you to read. Do you like to read Bakura?"
Twin crimson rolled but the platinum-coifed merchant didn't wait for a response as he leaned over to plop a stack of documents on the desk with a heavy thump. Bakura reached for them cautiously then skimmed the first page. His eyes narrowed.
"The fuck is this?"
Pegusus offered a demure smile. "Despite your brutish tendencies, I do believe you know what a contract is."
"Bullshit." His eyes shot back to the paper in a panic as the words incest-show, full penetration, and highest bidder stood out clear as day. He tossed the bundle away in disgust. "You're kidding."
"Oh no", the merchant smiled. "Far from it in fact. You see, after that little spectacle you put on to make sure you and your brother get sold together, I came up with an idea. This idea. There will be perks of course, because I am not a cruel man." He paused and stroked his chin. "You will no longer have to worry about Auction day. Isn't that nice? You may shield your treasure from all those dirty hands this way." His smile widened. "For a price."
A muscle worked in Bakura's jaw, his back throbbing as a reminder of their pact while Pegasus continued.
"Of course, it can stay in your room where he's most familiar with his surroundings. You've already figured out the two-way mirror thing, clever boy. The watchful eye gets you off so…well." The older man clucked his tongue with a hungry sneer.
"He's my brother!"
"This shouldn't be a problem. You've already sullied him." He made a silent calculation, "Was it…three times now? Naughty, naughty."
"I had no choice! You were the one who laid down the conditions goddammit."
"You still don't." Pegasus cocked his head. "And I still am. This will be a first of its kind and I expecta considerable amount of extra revenue." He tapped a fingernail on the oak under his hand. "Happy customers mean more money and you two are such a desirable boon right now. Tell me, is your brother a virgin?"
"Of course he is", Bakura spat, red clouding the edges of his vision. He couldn't lose it now. He couldn't…
"Then isn't it all the better that you can be the one to take him his first time? You know him the best after all. And he trusts you."
"This wasn't part of the deal you asshole."
"We all set our boundaries of responsibility", the older man sighed. "Sometimes those boundaries shift." He almost looked wistful as some far-off memory flickered behind his eyes. A silver curtain of hair rippled as he shook his head and belted out a laugh. "I could easily offer to take your position", Bakura stiffened, "or give it to someone else, but then you'd lose completely. And so would I. You two stay together, I get more money. You two stay together, you get to keep him close. Wasn't that most of our original agreement in the first place?"
"Not like this", the other male snarled. "I don't want to have to practically rape my brother to be by his side!"
"Ah!" Pegasus slapped his hand on the table. "Practically is the keyword though, isn't it? You can't rape the willing now can you", he drawled. "He will get used to your touch in time. Look at how compliant he is already."
Bakura shot to his feet but Pegasus held up his palm. "Look at this." A bony finger tapped a number on the page he'd flicked to. Despite himself, Bakura trained his eyes down.
"…a bid?"
"Your bid Baku-baku. For both you and that scrumptious sibling of yours, for your debut. Tell me, do you know how much that is? Can you even pronounce the amount?"
Bakura locked his jaw, about two steps away from offing the freak across from him with his toothpick.
"You're thinking you'd like to kill me with my teacup aren't you?"
Crimson eyes shuttered as he curled his lip. "Something like that, yeah."
Pegasus clicked his teeth in disapproval. "You'd do well to remember your place dear boy. I hate to break pretty things but I'm not opposed to doing so if I must."
Bakura fell silent, knowing it wasn't himself being threatened.
With a smirk, Pegasus steepled his fingers and rested them under his chin. "I trust I don't need to tell you what'll happen if you refuse."
Bakura jerked his head in a nod. There really was no other way.
"Remember, I could always arrange something different for him. Alone he wouldn't make me quite as much, but—"
"I'll do it."
"—some of my guards passing him around might be a nice show. They don't mind sharing after all."
"Dammit, I'll fucking do it."
A slow smile tugged his lips as he reached for the pile of papers and shuffled them into order. "Yes. You fucking must."
"You're a rotten son of a bitch", the whitenette spat.
"I'm a businessman Baku-baku. A savvy one at that, with enemies far more terrifying than little old you. Go away now." He picked up his tea and took a long, thoughtful sip as the white haired male was escorted to the door. The last stipulation for this new arrangement…
"Bakura."
The teen turned back at the sound of his full name.
"The final perk I bestow on you and yours; a permanent place here, with me."
Bakura's feral snarl was the sweetest music to his ears as the eldest twin was hauled forcibly from the room.
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"—o me proud! Stay pretty!"
The speaker died out and Ryou made himself comfortable between Bakura's crooked legs as he awaited the tedious process to begin yet again. The elder leaned against the wall and let Ryou drape over his chest while he picked idly at the blanket. Bakura's back was mostly healed by now but still tender. The cool cement felt good, eased his jitters.
Jitters.
Bakura glared at the opposite wall, trying to imagine the sick fuck he knew was sitting on the other side; panting, drooling, waiting for—
"Kura?"
He snapped back to himself and unclenched his fists. "Hm?"
"I said they haven't come yet. I wonder if something's wrong."
Something's wrong all right. "Don't worry about it."
After about ten minutes past the allotted time the door finally swung open. Ryou dutifully rose from the bed and allowed the sentinel to adorn him in the usual fair before turning to Bakura who was scowling darkly.
"What's wrong? It's not so bad."
It's bad. So bad. Ryou, you don't understand.
The boy craned his neck to look for the other ward but no one came. Bakura felt bile rise in his throat as Ryou tried to step out of the room but was pushed back, a brisk click sounding as his wrists were linked in front of him.
The softer reflection's eyes widened as he pulled at the constriction helplessly. "H-hey, what the heck? I didn't do anything!"
The door swung shut in his face with a hiss.
Ryou turned back to his brother and chewed his lip. "What on earth was that?"
Bakura fidgeted as Ryou resumed his previous spot and fiddled with his cuffs. "Oh well."
The smaller boy started humming a little tune after a while as Bakura stalled as long as he could. Suddenly the loudspeaker crackled to life again, causing Ryou to jump.
"Start soon or I'll take you out and send my troop in. They're lean, mean, and ready to cream! You don't want him in pain do you? His first time will hurt enough as is."
"Fuck you Pegasus", Bakura bellowed, wrapping a possessive arm around Ryou as chocolate eyes widened.
"Kura? What's…going on?"
The elder twin pushed his brother up so he could climb off the bed and kneel in front of him. "Ryou. Do you…do you trust me?"
He nodded slowly. "...why?"
Bakura didn't answer, instead rising then guiding Ryou to lie back against the mattress. He glanced around nervously but the elder twin cupped his cheek and kissed him once; a slow, hard meeting of the lips that made his toes curl. Ryou spread his thighs with a breathy groan.
"H-here", he panted. "Right now?"
Bakura snatched his restraints and led them to rest above the smaller boy's head, bracing his palm there to hold them in place. "Ryou", the elder's voice was tight. His fingertips snuck under the boy's shirt and brushed the fabric up.
The younger twin shivered at the ticklish sensation. "There's something you're not telling me… Kura?"
"I'm gonna keep it that way. Sorry kid." After a rueful twist of the lips, twin crimson shuttered as his lips parted. "Do you love me?"
"Of course."
Bakura grimaced. "Shit…" Without preamble, he fisted the shirt's large neckline and yanked, revealing the creamy curve of his brother's shoulder. He attacked the spot with sloppy kisses and hungry bites.
"Mm…ah, Kura slow down. I…"
His wrists were released as the sound of fabric tearing assaulted his ears. Ryou's eyes snapped open at the cold air on his chest as he braced both hands against one of his brother's large shoulders and tried to push him back.
"Woah! Woah, sto—"
Bakura flipped him over on his stomach.
"Bite the pillow little one."
"Nnnnnn!"
Bakura distributed his weight over Ryou's frail frame and dragged the boy's hips up, coasting himself up and down the clothed cleft of his brother's ass.
"Hmmm!"
He kept one hand in place as he continued to grind hard and clapped a hand over Ryou's mouth. The wet feel of tears dotted his wrist but Bakura grit his teeth.
"Shh. Don't let them listen to you. Just focus on me. I'll make it better…"
They dry humped until Ryou's body started to respond; becoming warm and relaxed.
"That's the way, just like that Ryou."
The smaller boy whimpered and fisted the pillow, cramming as much of it as he could into his mouth. Liquid fire trickled through him even though he could feel another presence here. It was… humiliating. Something hot and hard pulsed urgently behind him.
It was going to be different this time. Bakura was being rougher. Bakura's hands were shaking. Bakura…
A hand tangled into his fluffy locks and tugged as something cool pooled in the dip at the small of his back. Ryou's body jerked with a strangled whimper as he arched.
"Sc-scared…"
"Shh. I'm just going to get you ready."
Ready?! Ready for wha—
His trousers were tugged around his knees.
"Kura!" The smaller twin wiggled, the action inadvertently pressing both bodies closer. Bakura stilled his brother's hips with a hiss.
"Fucking Christ…"
To distract himself, Bakura spread the slick gel over both his brother's ass cheeks, drawing a shiver from the small body trapped beneath him.
"B-big bro—"
"I know kid. Just bear with it okay?"
Ryou mewled and, much to Bakura's surprise, pushed his ass up higher into the caress.
The elder palmed one of the supple globes before spreading it and sliding himself back on the mattress. He braced his weight on his elbows so that his mouth hovered close to the blushing blossom then glanced up. The boy's breathing was coming in shallow pants. He was on his elbows too, clutching desperately at the pillow while his thighs shook. Tears leaked from his eyes in a steady trickle…and he'd never looked more vulnerable, more beautiful than he did at that moment.
Bakura steeled himself as he crawled forward a little. At the feel of his brother's breath fanning against his most private place Ryou yelped. It garbled into a choke however, when Bakura took him into his mouth; rolling the tender flesh between his teeth and tracing every fold with his tongue, coating the area with the further lubricant his saliva could offer.
Ryou, five years old, pattered clumsily after his older brother, a chubby hand reaching out. "Wait for me!"
When a growl escaped him, it vibrated against Ryou's pucker, causing him to jolt and bury his face in the mattress to stifle a gritty moan. What the hell was happening? Why was Bakura doing this to hi—
Bakura turned and laughed when the little body launched itself into his arms with a squeal. Ryou laid a sloppy kiss to his cheek as his arms squeezed. "Wuv you brudder!"
"Unngh."
They'd touched before, that he could handle. But this…
The elder twin blew a raspberry against his brother's neck, drawing another squeal. "Love you too brat."
"Ha…ha…ohmygod, Kura st—"
It was a strange feeling, that wet muscle darting inside and swirling, before retreating to repeat the process. Ryou cried out and arched his back further while Bakura dug both hands into each of his cheeks to spread him further and pull him closer.
The elder shook his head and sucked hard before releasing the flesh with a wet pop and spitting into the shaking crevice.
"K-kura…no mo-re…please…"
"Shhh baby. Shh." Bakura crawled up Ryou's body and nibbled his ear as one of his hands snuck down to spread as much moisture as possible around his brother's entrance. "I'll protect you."
The loving scene of two children was scribbled over with black, stinking black.
His other hand coasted up Ryou's stomach slowly before dipping between his legs. The boy jolted with a groan as the excess slickness on his brother's palm gave a few quick strokes to his swelling erection.
Without warning, something sharp penetrated his twitching hole and Ryou screamed, thrashing as unbelievable pain exploded in his nether regions and clashed with the pleasure Bakura was wringing from his weeping cock.
"Nooo", he shrieked. "O-out! Take it ou..nnn."
"Easy kid. Breathe slow, relax."
"I c-c-can't, ah-hah!"
Ryou's head slammed again and again into the pillow until the pressure was removed and he was guided up to sit in Bakura's lap as he'd done earlier, when barriers had yet to be crossed. The elder male sucked and bit and kissed at Ryou's dewy shoulder blade while he used his thighs to spread the boy. A hand snaked up the small chest to wrap around his throat and hold him in place as Bakura plunged his finger back in.
Ryou's body curved back with a sharp cry at the invasion, feeling as though….wishing that he might collapse at any second. "H…urts…" His head lolled back and he hid his face in Bakura's neck as another finger joined the first.
"Bite me babe. It's okay."
Ryou complied, sinking his teeth in until copper teased against his tongue. He felt Bakura shudder beneath him and his eyes teared up. The elder's fingers pulled out then plunged back in, stretching, twisting until the edge eased a little.
Suddenly, white cut through the pain. "Ah!"
"There it is." Bakura chuckled against his little brother's skin as his questing digits angled to hit the same spot again.
"Oh…uhn! Ah!" Ryou tossed his head from side to side and bunched hands in the sheets on either side of Bakura's legs, body curling into the touch that was starting to do more than just hurt.
"That's the way. Ride my fingers Ryou." Chocolate eyes snapped open in shock. Indeed, his hips were rolling with a frantic rhythm.
"Hnn….uh, Kur-a…let me…"
Catching on, Bakura released Ryou so he could spin around and wrap his fetters around the elder's neck. He shivered at the hungry fire in Bakura's eyes that dragged over his skin like a physical caress as he wrapped his legs around the older boy's lean waist.
"Hot", he whined. "So hot…"
A sad chuckle rumbled in Bakura's throat. "I know. I want you. I want to be inside you little brother."
Ryou bit his lip and rubbed himself against Bakura's throbbing sex. Both boys groaned at the explosion of pleasure that sent their craving into overdrive.
"Then… take me."
Their innocent past had dissipated like an intricate dream when those first touches lingered. Bakura would love Ryou now. He would protect him, hold him, and be the only one to break him.
And so the brothers fell into the bed. Bakura held his weight on his elbows and clasped the smaller boy's nape as Ryou's thighs cradled him perfectly. "Let me in."
Small hands reached between their bodies, wrapping around the throbbing girth and stroking it a few times before he angled his hips and drew the shaft up against his entrance. Ryou glanced up at his reflection shyly while the taller boy dipped his head and found that lush pout.
A soft cry was swallowed by their kiss as Bakura pressed all his weight against the protesting dip. It fought valiantly but parted in the end to suck him inside its molten clutch. The elder male tucked his mouth near Ryou's ear as he panted raggedly, seeking distraction as pillowed walls clamped around him without mercy. Breathy mewls ghosted against his shoulder as he sank a good three inches before needing to pause.
With a hiss, Bakura pumped his hips then pulled back before repeating the process until he was fully sheathed inside the younger boy's body.
The twins gasped together, Ryou's nails digging, reopening the tender wounds on his brother's back but he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. It was hot. It was big. It was inside….Suddenly, Ryou loathed the manacles around his wrists. He squirmed until the older male rocked again, trying to be careful because of his size.
"Ku…ra…"
"I'm….mm….Ryou…are you okay?"
That throaty timbre, taut with pained patience was Ryou's undoing. It only hurt a little now. No, hurt wasn't the right word. "Good…feels so good", he gasped.
Bakura's breath hitched as he nuzzled the smaller boy's cheek. When Ryou's ankles locked and pulled him even deeper, all control was lost. His tongue swiped across his top lip as he drilled himself inside that tight, delicious heat over and over again, aiming for the spot his fingers had found until their world fractured, leaving the two siblings floating in a sea of blistering white as they shivered and clung to each other.
Old bonds were forgotten with the new, searing embrace, while they sank further and drowned in undiluted sensation. It was truly the beginning of the end.
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Bakura flopped down like a boned fish beside Ryou, panting incredulously. "Holy shit", he gulped. "You're getting really good at this."
Ryou snuggled into the crook of his arm and smiled, walking two fingers up his echo's sweaty chest and watching the elder male carefully. Bakura rolled on top of him with a growl as he nipped the creamy dip of the boy's chin.
"How's your breathing?"
"It's fine." Ryou brushed his hands over the expanse of Bakura's sculpted stomach before trailing them back to trace the raised bumps of his scars, now completely healed. He'd lost count of how many times…ugh, he couldn't even think it without breaking out into a full body blush.
The important thing was that the fetters were no longer needed unless their viewer had a particular kink. Ryou sighed, grateful for the freedom but...
The taller boy scowled and scooted him towards the wall, throwing a blanket over them both as he shielded Ryou from the two-sided mirror. It was habit now.
Bakura draped an arm over Ryou's skinny waist and spoke into his ear in a low murmur. "Are you really okay?"
Snowy locks tickled his nose as the small boy nodded. "I just…I just wish I was stronger." He shot Bakura a sheepish grin. "Sorry."
The older replica sighed himself at that before snatching Ryou's hand and placing it flat against his chest. The boy bit his lip at the slow, steady pulse under his palm. "I will be your strength little one. All I am is yours."
Ryou swallowed and curled his fingers into a cage so that Bakura could lace their hands together.
"You've already dealt with so much though…I don't want you to have to take the whole world on your shoulders for me. I want to help you."
"Then stay beside me."
"But—"
"Ryou, that's all I'm asking because that's all I need. If you're next to me… I'm invincible." He rolled the shoulder he wasn't laying on in a lazy shrug as his fingertips brushed sensually up the line of Ryou's arm.
The blush he'd barely managed to suppress earlier stained across the smaller boy's nose with a vengeance as he bit his lips, propping himself up. His hair acted as a curtain as it spilled around them, hiding this one sacred act from the eyes on the other side of that disguised glass. Bakura cupped Ryou's soft cheek and met him halfway in a tender tongue-laced kiss that was filled with their hunger, their regrets, and their tainted happiness.
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Over the seemingly endless stretch of time Ryou and Bakura memorized each other's bodies, not bothering to keep their vigorous activities reserved for the Auctions alone. It became somewhat of an addiction and the duo began coveting one another more and more with every passing day. They started to loathe the hour when they were forced to leave the comfort of their nest to venture into the sun that was too bright, the sharp grass that used to feel soft as it stabbed their naked feet.
The others occupants loathed their presence, seeing as the brothers had sparked a new craze around here where the buyers didn't just come to bask in their company anymore. Vicious debates would ensue and cash would fly over who should be paired with who. They were powerless to stop it. They could brook no arguments as they were restrained and forced to rut like wild animals while those that paid their prices jerked themselves off behind the dark side of the mirror.
Elites the world over awaited the moment with barely leashed patience when Pegasus would inevitably call them into his private study to negotiate a purchase. He was greedy with them however, only allowing one boy out of his prison at a time and always declining those that would seek to abscond with his most profitable pair.
Ryou seemed to derive more strength with every orgasm Bakura drove him to. It was a wonderful thing and soon the siblings found themselves not having to worry about such limits as sickness to dampen their play. Bakura even forgot about his escape for a while as he threw himself headlong into conditioning his brother's body to his every desire until one day almost a year later reality—as it is wont to do—knocked loudly at their door.
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"Don't be absurd Otaki. Here, have a tissue."
The mustached man sighed as he slumped into the leather cradle of the chair and accepted the offering gratefully. "I'm not one to pick Pegasus", he panted around dabs at his flaccid sex. "But really. You promised us special…amenities when we left that Kaiba brat for you."
The platinum coifed man folded his arms and looked away, ignoring the heavy musk in the air that made him want to gag.
"As such, I think I'll be taking advantage of my contract's stipulation now. You know the one, under pay amenities. The very same that offers us prime choice around this place. I held out for this very purpose you know."
Pegasus locked his jaw, finding another reason to despise these old farts, especially Shuzo Otaki. He was a fat, ugly, freaky man and that was something coming from the king of freaks himself. The man just rubbed him wrong though. He was pathetic, offering trite comic relief in the board meetings where it was absolutely unnecessary. He was needy for praise. On top of it all he had an eerie obsession with penguins.
The man was oblivious to Pegasus's murderous seething as he stood up and splayed his hand against the clear barrier that separated him from the pair rocking slowly in the grips of lust. Ryou's breathy sobs fed through the speaker, amplified to perfection in this dark space. "Just look at them", he sighed appreciatively. Pegasus cringed when his beefy hand trailed down the glass and left a cum and grease handprint on the pristine surface. "Such white locks, like snow. Like a penguin's home. They are the perfect set, wouldn't you say sir?"
He turned back to his boss with a filthy simper, enjoying his victory. "Shall we go draw up the paperwork then?"
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Bakura rolled with a snarl as the door suddenly flew open. He threw the blanket over Ryou. "Stay behind me."
The guards…why were they here?
"Fuck. Get back. Don't touch him. Ryou!"
The elder twin was wrestled to the ground as the small boy was hauled from their bed. The steel was cold and heavy as it hugged sweaty skin.
"Kura…Kura!?"
"Ah, I love the sound of jilted lovers in the morning."
Both turned to see the daunting figure of a man bouncing on his heels in the entryway. He smiled at them both then came forward to grab Ryou's chin, his mustache twitching. The whitenette cried out as the hand constricted with bruising pressure, forcing him to meet the man's gaze. "Yes, yes truly wonderful. Warm like the downy fur of an incubating mother. And you!"
Ryou's face twisted in confusion, his expression mirroring that of his brother as the elder was hauled to his feet. Both were still naked and it came as an ugly reality check when the person who could only be their buyer reached down to cup Bakura's semi-hard sex.
"Oi", he squawked, struggling. The scrubs-clad wards held him fast. "The fuck off me!"
"Don't touch him!"
"Incredible", the man murmured as he fondled the heated flesh then gave a harsh squeeze. Bakura locked his jaw and blinked to keep from tearing up, breathing raggedly through flared nostrils. "Strong as the regal Emperor penguin in season. Cold as the arctic tundra!" The man stepped back and rubbed his hands together.
"Boys, meet Shuzo Otaki." All occupants in the room turned to see a very sour looking Pegasus as he lounged in the open doorway. "Your new master from today on." He almost looked apologetic.
Bakura was released after the guards slapped his restraints on. Ryou ran into his arms and hid his face in Bakura's shoulder as the taller boy snatched the blanket from the bed and used it as a cover. He glared at them all as he held Ryou to his chest.
The man turned without warning and snatched Pegasus's sleeve, dragging him out of the room with the gaurds and leaving the twins in shocked silence. Bakura helped Ryou into his clothes then pulled his own pants on before slumping against the wall. He grunted and palmed his junk, still throbbing from that unpleasant…experience. At the sound of a sniffle he parted his legs so Ryou could slide between them and drape over his chest.
Pale fists curled as Ryou's body shook with fearful, silent tears. "What's gonna happen to us", he whispered.
Twin crimson blinked. He'd thought it was hopeless but this was their way out. "We're gonna leave this place little one."
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A couple of days passed and Ryou's condition was worsening again. It was like a distant nightmare reawakened, the weak coughs carving deep into Bakura's heart as the small body moaned and shuddered.
The door opened with a whoosh of air and the angry boy scrambled to his feet.
"Pegasus, he's—"
The merchant pursed his lips. "Yes, I know. It's because they're finally wearing off."
Bakura blinked. "…they?"
Pegasus's visible eye rolled. "Stupid boy. The drugs. I drugged you both to make you more compliant. Something in the dosage must have agreed with him but now that I've stopped the administering—"
"You son of a bitch!" Bakura seized Pegasus and fisted into the folds of velvet as he slammed the older man into the wall. "You fucking drugged us?"
"Of course. Did you think your little tryst was the result of feelings?" He snorted.
"Fuck the why, you stopped and now he's suffering." Bakura's voice broke as he slammed Pegasus harder.
"You are leaving today Baku-baku. There's nothing I can do."
"There's…always something you can do. Help me! Help him!"
"I can't do that anymore Bakura. It all falls to you now." He glanced over at the shivering boy in the bed. "I wish you all the best."
Bakura backpedaled, letting the silver-haired man slip from his grip as he ran a hand over his face. "What the fuck…"
The drugging, the manipulation; none of that mattered more than Ryou's weakening state.
"I can offer you one bit of advice though."
Twin crimson narrowed on the merchant of flesh.
"Make sure the child stays warm. That birdbrain keeps his house below zero most days."
With that, he evacuated to allow the sentries to stride in and sweep them off to the transport ship. It wasn't the decadent rig he'd expected. Instead, it was a rusty liner that posed as a shrimping boat.
He paused on the briny dock, shifting Ryou in his arms and ignoring the wards flanking either side of him. Without turning he asked, "Where are we going?"
Pegasus cupped his chin in his own hand. "Domino."
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The ocean swayed the boat with each crashing wave.
"Fuck", Bakura howled. He clutched Ryou closer to him and bent down to his ear. The pale boy mumbled some garbled gibberish and moaned when the elder male slapped his cheek a couple times. "I need you to stay with me little one. Stay awake for me just a little longer okay?"
Ryou started to sob in between stuttering pants. Bakura released him for a moment as he stumbled to the other side of the small rig and hammered on the door. "Hey", he shouted. No answer.
Bakura kicked the wooden barrier then gasped when it swung open, unlike the countless times when he'd tried before. He wasted no time in grabbing his brother and hauling him up piggy-back style. "Just a little longer", he grit out.
They staggered into the hall and Bakura was aghast to find water pooling around his ankles. The ship was sinking. He shot up the stairs then looked around, frantic. All the life boats had disappeared, they'd been forgotten. Bakura took a single deep breath then sprinted across the deck and dove headlong into the black, icy waves.
With powerful kicks, Bakura managed to get them to the surface and a fair distance away before he treaded water a moment. He turned to watch as the sea swallowed the dingy boat into its cold depths. Ryou sputtered and wrapped his arms around his brother's throat while they bobbed with the choppy surf.
"Fuck, fuuuuck."
A shaking hand raised in his peripheral.
Squinting, crimson eyes trained through the downpour on lights twinkling in the distance.
"Good boy Ryou."
The younger boy slumped as Bakura forced weary limbs into motion.
FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK KKKK. So that's done xD Usual apologies for typos and such. Even though the word count isn't that much this chapter was a bitch to get out. It's nowhere near perfect, and it never will be but with this we can finally move on! Again, this was supposed to be two chapters but I combined it into one. X-x blergh….. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING . ;;;;
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