In Hell With You | By : SecretSoul Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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SecretSoul: *sniffs* last fic, as promised. Angsty, lemon ryou/bakura fic. Love you all.
In Hell with You
Ryou clutched his issued, faded blue clothing to his chest as he was escorted by the policeman down the hallways of the state prison. The other criminals behind the iron bars howling and whistling at him. The police man stopped at a cell towards the end on the second floor, opening the rodded door.
“Your new home” the man in blue chuckled, throwing Ryou into the cell and slamming the door shut.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Ryou” a dark voice said behind the scared boy.
Ryou turned around and his chocolate eyes widened, finding his cousin Bakura smirking at him from his top bunk. Bakura jumped down, still smirking at his innocent-looking cousin. Ryou’s heart pounded as he unknowingly backed into a corner, one wall being the cement wall between their cell and the other, the other wall being the cage bars that viewed the other cells facing them. Bakura put one hand on the cement wall next to Ryou’s head and the other claspped around an iron bar next to the other side of Ryou’s head, trapping him in the corner.
“So, my pure and innocent Ryou, what’d you do to get yourself here?” Bakura asked amused by the fear in his cousin’s eyes.
“I didn’t do anything” Ryou said barely above a whisper.
Bakura chuckled, “Yeah, me neither.”
“Whooo! Get him Bakura! Make him your bitch!” some of the other immates that could see the two howled.
“Good idea” Bakura smiled, leaning in to lick at Ryou’s ear. “So, I’ll ask again, what’d you do?” Bakura whispered in Ryou’s ear.
“I…they think I…st..stole from the mall. But I didn’t, I just forgot to pay and walked out, I didn’t mean to” Ryou tried to defend himself, though it didn’t make much difference.
“Is that all? You sure don’t live up to my name. I’m ashamed to call you family” Bakura pretended to be disappointed. “Tell you what. Since you are family and because you’re so pathetic, I’ll take you under my wing and protect you from all these other filthly vermon. But in order to do that, you have to be all mine, my little bitch. And you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to. I don’t even want you pissing unless I say you can, got it?” Bakura threatened death in his eyes as he looked at Ryou. Ryou tried to hold back his tears as he slowly nodded his head.
“Good, now bitch, get on your knees” Bakura commanded, the other immates cheering him on.
“In front of everyone?” Ryou asked in horror.
Bakura glared a moment, then smirked as he got a better idea, “You’re right, wait until tonight” he smiled, finally letting Ryou out of the corner.
Throughout the rest of the day Bakura did as he said he would and kept the other immates away from Ryou, at least physically. He didn’t bother to defend him from insults or cat calls. And at dinner Bakura took most of Ryou’s food and made Ryou give some of his food to his buddies, leaving Ryou with only his biscuit and peas. That evening Ryou walked in front of Bakura to the showers, both naked, along with all the other men. Bakura found an open shower along the wall of shower heads and pushed some other guy out of the shower next to him for Ryou. By the end of the day Bakura had made it clear that his ‘bitch’ was always going to be right next to him. Bakura barely waited for Ryou to start washing himself when he took hold of his arm and pulled him over under his shower head. Ryou looked at Bakura confused and scared at the same time, wondering what his demented cousin was going to do to him. Bakura leaned in and gently kissed Ryou’s lips, then smirked deviously and pushed Ryou down on his knees.
“Suck it, bitch” he commanded. “Now we’re really in front of everyone” he smirked.
Ryou starred up at Bakura horrified, everyone already laughing and hooting, gathering around to watch him be humiliated. Bakura grew impatient and grabbed Ryou’s head and pushed him to his cock, his member slipping into Ryou’s mouth when he gasped. Ryou tried to pull back but Bakura pushed himself into Ryou’s mouth as Ryou went back, his weaker cousin slipping on the wet floor onto his back. Bakura hovered over Ryou’s face, thrusting his manhood in and out of Ryou’s mouth, holding onto Ryou’s hair to keep him still, another strong arm holding both of Ryou’s wrists above his head. Bakura licked his lips in pleasure as Ryou tried to scream, causing vibration as he thrusted in his mouth. Ryou gagged and choked, unable to barely breath or see due to the steaming water pounding down on his face. Bakura finally came inside Ryou’s mouth and he held Ryou’s nose shut so that Ryou would swallow his semen. He finally let go and got off of Ryou, who immediately began coughing, rolling over onto his side to get out of the water, almost throwing up.
“I’ve had better, who else wants some of him?” Bakura asked the other men standing around, and all began shouting at his question.
“N..o…no” Ryou tried to say as he coughed.
Bakura turned around and kicked Ryou in his back, “I didn’t say you could speak.”
Ryou managed to at least get on his knees once again and hugged Bakura’s torso tightly to show he’d rather be tortured by him than have all the other men ravage him. Bakura smirked and pulled Ryou to his feet, putting a possessive arm around his shoulders.
“He‘s smarter than he looks” Bakura laughed.
He pushed Ryou in front of him and made him walk back to where the towels were and threw a towel at his pathetic cousin and began to dry himself off. Ryou still felt sick but tried to dry off quickly and get dressed even quicker, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to wear his clothes often and wanted to have them on when he could as long as he could. Bakura grabbed Ryou’s wrist in a bruising grip and dragged him out of the shower room where they were both escorted back to their cell for the night. Bakura watched the guard leave and looked at Ryou, who was looking at him as if he needed to say something.
“What?” Bakura grumbled in annoyance.
“I need to go” Ryou said in a low voice, humiliated that he had to ask and that Bakura was probably going to watch.
“Hurry up” Bakura said as he climbed to his top bunk and laid on his side to look at Ryou as he pissed in the grummy-looking toilet.
Ryou just tried to ignore Bakura’s stare and tried to keep his hands from shaking too much from his nervousness. Ryou finally finished and flushed the toilet, making a loud sound as the water went down the old pipes. He avoided eye contact with his cousin as he walked over to the bunks. But before he could lay down Bakura reached down and grabbed his shirt to stop him. Ryou hesitantly looked up at Bakura.
“Get up here” Bakura commanded.
Ryou was fearing this moment since he seen his cousin when he fisrt walked in the cell. Ryou did as told and climbed to the top bunk, Bakura sitting up so that Ryou could sit on the small mattress.
“How’s your mom?” Bakura whispered after a moment.
Ryou was confused for a moment, “She’s ok. She’s sad that I’m here” Ryou answered back in a low whisper.
“That kid she had, was it a boy or a girl?” Bakura asked.
Ryou’s brows came together, but then he remembered when Bakura was put in jail his mom was pregnant, “I have a little sister now. Her name’s Amane, she’ll be six next month.”
“Does your dad still work as a archeologist?” Bakura asked, moving to sit closer to Ryou.
“Yeah, he is” Ryou nodded, finally realizing Bakura hadn’t heard anything about the family at all since he was put here.
“Does Aunt Rachel still make those awful spinach patties at the family picnics?” Bakura asked, smiling a bit at his last memory of the last picnic he was at.
Ryou bit his lower lip, “Aunt Rachel died two years ago of a heart attack.”
Bakura starred at Ryou a moment, “Get the fuck off my bed” he growled and pushed Ryou off.
Ryou landed on the cement floor with a yelp of pain, lucky he didn’t brake something or busted his head. Ryou slowly got off the floor and into his bunk. He could hear Bakura turn to his side and put his pillow over his head, and he could have sworn he heard a few sniffs as if his cousin was crying. Ryou felt so bad for Bakura now, he actually missed the family and things he use to complain about. //But if he doesn’t know anything about the family that means no one ever came to visit him//Ryou realized. It was true most of the family never really favored Bakura. When he was little he was an obnoxious brat, and when he was a teenager he was always getting in to trouble and even did drugs. No one was surprised when he went to jail as soon as he was eighteen for killing some fifteen year old that tried to cheat him with some drug money or something, Ryou never got the full details. The only reason Bakura wasn’t put to death was because they happened to live in California (^_~ they do now).
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“Add another 30 pounds” Bakura instructed another buddy of his, since Ryou couldn’t lift most of the weights.
A very large man added the weight to the bar Bakura was bench pressing. Ryou was astonished to find Bakura was so strong, it was like his muscles grew when he used them like this. His shirt was off and his body was bleeding with sweat. Ryou wasn’t sure why he didn’t notice his cousin’s physique last night, but he sure was now. He watched as all Bakura’s muscles flexed as he raised the weight above his chest and back down, the large man lightly holding the bar behind him so he wouldn’t hurt himself if it became too much.
“Why don’t we let your little bitch here get some muscles on those bones of his” the large man chuckled in a deep voice.
Bakura grunted and chuckled at the same time as he pushed the bar up again, “Sure, but…we’d have to start…with just the bar” he said through his pains.
Bakura put the bar back in the holders and sat up, wiping the sweat from his brow. He moved off the bench and drank some water.
“Go head, Ryou” Bakura smiled.
Ryou looked at Bakura hesitantly, he didn’t trust either one as far as he could throw them. Bakura rolled his eyes and walked over to Ryou and took his shirt off for him, revealing his pale skin and small frame, all the other immates laughing at his scrawny body.
“Go on” Bakura nodded his head in the bench’s direction.
His faced flushed from embarassment, Ryou walked over to the bench and sat down and laying back, trying not to cringe as he felt the cold liquid of Bakura’s sweat on the plastic cushon. Bakura and the large man began to take all the weights off, actually leaving just the bar.
“Now, try it” Bakura said, trying to hold in his laughter.
Ryou had a strong feeling he was about to be publically humiliated once again and was beginning to wonder when one of the more crazy people would just kill him and get it over with. Ryou wrapped his hands around the bar, still warm and wet from where Bakura’s hands were. Ryou lifted the bar off the holders and held it down at his chest, then lifted it slowly, keeping the bar even.
“Wow, I’m shocked, little Ryou actually has some strength” Bakura chuckled.
“The bar only weighs 45 pounds by itself” the large man laughed.
Ryou put the bar back on the holders and sat up quickly, hoping he was done.
“You’re not done, lay back down” Bakura barked.
Ryou held in a sigh and laid back down, watching as Bakura and his friend put 15 pounds on either side of the bar.
“Now lift it” Bakura commanded.
Ryou did as told, this time almost grunting as he pushed the bar above his chest, everyone laughing as they gathered around to watch.
“You’ve got to be kidding” one man laughed.
“Christ, Ryou, what did you do all day? I got more muscle than you from just jacking off” Bakura laughed. “But I think we could raise the weight just a bit.”
Ryou stared at Bakura in horror, he couldn’t lift much more than that. He knew he was pathetic, everyone else knew it, why go on? Bakura and the man put on another 15 pounds on both sides. Bakura than walked around and sat on Ryou’s hips so he couldn’t raise them while trying to lift the weight. The large man stepped behind Ryou and held the bar with one hand so Ryou wouldn’t drop it and get hurt.
“Remember, Ryou, you’re trying to work these muscles” Bakura said and leaned over to touch Ryou’s sholders, then trailed his fingertips down to Ryou’s nipples, “And your chest” he continued, moving his fingertips down to his cousin’s stomach, “And these.”
Ryou tried to keep his breath steady, having Bakura sit right on his hips to where their cocks were slightly rubbing against each other and his feather-light touches didn’t help at all.
“Remember, just lift up and down” Bakura smirked, moving his hips slightly, “Up and down…up and down” Bakura said seductively, moving his hips with his words.
Everyone standing around was laughing hysterically as Ryou got a bit hard from Bakura’s words and motions.
“Ready?” the big man behind Ryou asked.
Ryou nodded and was just barely able to get the bar off the holders before his arms came down, the bar hitting his chest. Ryou grunted and tried to lift the bar, the large man had letting go of it. Ryou whimpered slightly and groaned as he tried to lift the bar.
“That’s it, those are the sounds I want to hear” Bakura purred, putting his hands on the bar to brace himself, putting more pressure on Ryou’s chest as his little arms tried to keep the bar from squashing him.
Bakura grinded his cock with Ryou’s, both extremely hard despite Ryou’s situation. Ryou continued to make loud noises as he felt the bar pressing on his rib cage, yet the pleasure from his groin driving him crazy. Everyone around was howling and hooting and some were even reaching over and jacking each other off at the scene.
“Ba..kura” Ryou begged, not knowing how long he could keep up, his arms beginning to feel like jello.
Bakura just smirked as he began to grind faster, grunting a bit himself. Ryou paniced, if Bakura did this until he came his whole body would relax and he wouldn’t be able to hold the bar up any longer. //Where are the guards?//Ryou thought, or were the police just around when someone’s life was really in danger? Some of the guards were watching the spectacle themselves, snickering at Ryou’s poor situation.
“I’m..gonna..” Ryou tried to warn Bakura, feeling himself about to explode in his pants.
Bakura looked up at the large man and he man nodded, ready to grab the bar from Ryou.
“Ba…k…aaahh!” Ryou moaned loudly as he came, feeling his pants become soaked.
Bakura grunted loudly as he came as well and got off of Ryou, the large man had grabbed the bar from Ryou and put it back in it’s place, Ryou laying on the bench limp and panting. Bakura yanked Ryou off the bench, having to hold him up a bit.
“Don’t be such a hog, other people want to use that bench too” Bakura chuckled, everyone still laughing at Ryou.
Someone even splashed water on Ryou as he walked by. Ryou just buried his face in Bakura’s shoulder, not wanting to look at any of the other people or have them see his tears. Bakura sat down on wooden bench, Ryou next to him. He pushed Ryou off his shoulder.
“You’d better stop crying, they see you cry you might as well consider yourself dead” Bakura growled, finding a towel and undid his pants to wipe off his semen.
“Why did you do that?” Ryou asked, taking the towel from Bakura when he handed it to him and tried to find a dry spot to wipe himself off.
“Cause it was fun” Bakura shrugged, “And you just looked so delicious” he added with a laugh. “Why? First gay experience?” Bakura chuckled.
Ryou just looked down at the floor. Bakura tilted his head curiously, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re not gay? God, all this time I thought you were, ever since you were little” Bakura shrugged.
“No, I’m not gay. And you weren’t…I remember you having girlfriends and bragging about all the things you two did when you ‘fucked her senseless’” Ryou reminded.
“Those weren’t girlfriends, those were sluts I’d have around for a few months then find a new one. I especially liked corrupting those Christian girls and cheerleaders” Bakura laughed. “I happen to like male company too, more, in fact” Bakura smirked at Ryou. “You’ve never had any action at all, huh?”
Ryou looked away, he didn’t want to talk about himself, “You didn’t like male company until you came here. You were raped just like you did me, weren’t you?” Ryou asked, looking back at his cousin.
Bakura narrowed his eyes and grabbed hold of Ryou’s shirt and punched him, his grip keeping Ryou from falling to the floor, “You can forget eating lunch or dinner today. I swear to God if you take one bite I’ll make your life worse than hell” Bakura growled and stood, knowing it was time for lunch right before it was announced.
Ryou dabbed off the blood from his now busted lip on his sleeve and followed Bakura to the cafiteria, he’d still rather stay by Bakura’s side then have some person he didn’t know do Lord knows what to him.
Bakura kept his threat and let other immates take Ryou’s food both meals and only let him have his water. He also didn’t let Ryou use the bathroom until that night before they went to bed, Ryou almost peeing in his pants before he made it to the toilet. After Ryou finished flushing the toilet he looked over at Bakura who was laying in his bed starring up at the ceiling.
Ryou walked over to the bunk, “Bakura, I’m sorry for saying that. You’re right, ok? I haven’t had any…’action’ because I am gay and I’m afraid of it, ok?” Ryou said, hoping Bakura would laugh at him or something, he felt bad for upsetting his cousin the way he did.
Bakura let out a long sigh and rolled over to look at Ryou, “What the fuck is wrong with you? No matter what I do to you, you still try to make me feel better.”
Ryou looked to the side, “I just think emotional pain is worse than physical. And I caused you emotional pain and I shouldn’t have. That’s like the worst thing someone could do.”
Bakura looked at Ryou a moment, “I liked guys before I came here. I fucked both guys and girls. You’re wonderful Uncle Allen would have thrown me out if he knew cause my dad’s an ass like that. I can do drugs and live in his house but I can’t fuck what I want.”
Ryou looked at Bakura, “The first time you made love was it special?” he asked.
Bakura chuckled, “I’ve never ’made love’, just fucked. Why?”
“I always wanted my first time to be special and with someone I love” Ryou answered.
“We all have dreams, Ryou” Bakura whispered, “Life as a way of taking them away from us.”
Ryou licked his lips nervously and stood on his tiptoes and pressed his lips to Bakura’s gently, then pulled back, ready to be beaten.
Bakura starred in surprise at his cousin, “What was that?”
“I kissed you” Ryou stated the obvious.
Bakura rolled his eyes, “I know, why?”
Ryou climbed onto the top bunk and laid on top of Bakura, “Because I love you” he whispered.
“I don’t understand” Bakura said in confusion.
Ryou gave a small smile, “Because past the toughness, cruelty, drugs, murder, whatever, there’s a person inside of you that deserves to be loved just like everyone else, and I love that person” Ryou explained.
Bakura gasped slightly as Ryou unbuttoned his shirt halfway and licked one of his nipples.
“What…what are you doing?” Bakura asked.
“Making your first time special. Make love to me, Bakura” Ryou kissed Bakura’s lips once again, more passionately this time.
Bakura managed to rolled them over so that Ryou was underneath him and finished taking off his shirt and then Ryou’s without breaking the kiss. Bakura reached down and began to take Ryou’s pants off, both hearing a few hollers and whistling from some of the immates who could see and were still awake.
“Whoooo!!!! Go for it, Fuckura!!!” the large man shouted.
“Oh God, oh God, yes, yes yes!!” another imitated with a laugh.
Ryou giggled and pulled off Bakura’s pants and smiled up at him, his arms around his neck. Bakura smiled back down at him and kissed his cheek and removed Ryou’s pants as well.
“How long are you in here for?” Bakura asked, trying to control his breathing as he kissed along Ryou’s neck.
“Two years” Ryou panted.
“This is going to be the funnest two years of my life” Bakura kissed Ryou’s lips. “Hey, Sam!” Bakura yelled.
A female guard walked by and tossed a small bottle of KY through the bars, Bakura catching the bottle.
“Thanks” Bakura said with a wink.
“No problem, it’s worth getting on camera” Sam chuckled, referring to the camera in the hallway that watched Bakura’s and a few other cells.
Bakura quickly lubed himself and put some lube on Ryou’s entrance so it’d be easier to slide in.
“I’ll be a little gentle this time” Bakura assured Ryou, lifting his cousin’s hips a bit to enter him slowly.
“Thanks” Ryou breathed, consciously trying to relax his body so it wouldn’t hurt as bad.
Bakura waited a moment for Ryou’s body to get used to his intrusion. He soon began to carefully move his hips as he leaned down to kiss and nibble at Ryou’s collar bone. Ryou moaned and ran his hands gently through Bakura’s hair and along his back, tracing his spine and shoulder blades, making Bakura shiver.
“Faster” Ryou whispered into Bakura’s ear, his hot tongue licking the outside skin and then sucking on his earlobe.
Bakura gasped and happily complied, barely able to control himself any longer. Ryou moaned loudly as Bakura picked up his pace, gripping the skin on his cousin’s back as he pleasure increased. Bakura reached down and stroked Ryou’s shaft in time with his thrusts.
“God…Ryou..” Bakura grunted, he could feel himself coming close.
“Uh…oh..God..” Ryou arched off the bed, yelling Bakura’s name as he came, his semen covering his and Bakura’s chests.
Bakura came inside Ryou and collapsed on his chest panting, “That was…beautiful.”
Ryou ran a lazy hand through Bakura’s damp hair, his other arm holding Bakura close. Bakura hugged Ryou tightly, nuzzling his chest a bit.
“Thank you” Bakura whispered.
“For what?” Ryou whispered back.
“No one has ever trusted me that way…no one’s ever loved me” Bakura lifted his head to look at his cousin. “I’ve never trusted and loved someone before” he kissed Ryou’s forehead.
“You know what? I’m not innocent, I really did steal from the mall” Ryou giggled at Bakura’s surprised face.
Bakura shook his head, “And here I thought I was laying with an angel.” Bakura kissed Ryou’s lips once again. “But you’re just a mortal, like me.”
Ryou interlaced their hands, “There’s something mortals have angel’s don’t. We have souls, which gives us soul mates, and I’m laying with mine.”
Bakura smiled a smile Ryou had never seen, but he liked it. Bakura laid his head back on Ryou’s chest, feeling Ryou put his arms around him. //I get parole in two years//he thought with a smile of hope.
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SecretSoul: is there any story that I’ve written that doesn’t have a happy ending? What’s wrong w/ me? Geez. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. *blows a kiss to everyone*.
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