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The Game
By : BlackHaru
Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Disclaimer: Do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I make no profit from this. *sigh*
Chapter List
- 1-The Game
- 1
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Also, THIS IS YAOI. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ. VERY SIMPLE.
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A/N: This plot is not mine. I merely tweaked it slightly. It’s originally from a tendershipping doujinshi called ‘Game.’ I don’t know who the original author is but whoever they are, all credit goes to them! The characters Ryou Bakura and Yami Bakura belong to Kazuki Takahashi. I don’t own them either. Oh, and thanks to [fuckyeahygodoujinshi.tumblr.com] for the scanlation.
- Word count: 3, 092
- “words”
- /thoughts/
The Game
Two sets of cruel eyes watched the uniform clad boy leave the grocery store, his arms laden with bags. His wide mocha-coloured eyes were a sharp and striking contrast against his flawless ivory skin. Thick white hair billowed around his face and shoulders, and he would flick his head every few minutes to get it out of his eyes.
“He’s perfect. Weak, and he looks like a fag to boot.”
“Let’s get him.”
The young man passed by the alleyway the two shadowy figures currently inhabited, seemingly oblivious to anything but the bags in his arms.
“I bought way too much,” they heard him sigh. It was then they made their move. One of the men clamped a hand on the boy’s shoulder, pulling him backwards into the alleyway with a snarled whisper of “hey, kid!”
The boy stumbled for a second before whipping round to face them, shoving the hand off his shoulder. The two gasped – this was not the kid they had grabbed seconds earlier. This guy was similar looking but his hair was wilder, his shoulders broader and his eyes…the innocent coffee-colour had transformed into narrow slits of blood red that screamed insanity. And of course, red was the last thing the two men saw before they were claimed by unconsciousness.
*****
Brushing his hands off against each other, Bakura sighed before picking up the grocery bags he had dropped and strolling out the alleyway, leaving the broken and battered bodies of the would-be muggers behind.
“Honestly, yadonushi causes me so much trouble...”
*****
Early Monday morning, Ryou strolled through the near empty hallways of Domino High School. He was always one of the first ones there and enjoyed the tranquil silence, the calm before the stampeding storm of students. He was suddenly snapped out of his reverie by a clear voice calling his name.
“Good morning, Ryou-kun!” Ryou turned and smiled gently when he saw Yugi running towards him, waving madly.
“Good morning, Yugi-kun. Did you finish all the homework last night? There was one part I just couldn’t get…” Ryou trailed off as he realised Yugi wasn’t even listening to him, he was gazing off at the empty space over his right shoulder.
“…Yugi-kun?”
“Oh! Sorry Ryou-kun. Yami was just saying good morning to you too,” Yugi explained with a smile.
“Ah, is he here?” asked Ryou, peering over Yugi’s shoulder. He jerked back, startled, when Yami’s ghostly form began to materialize beside Yugi. He gave Ryou a warm smile before speaking.
“Hello, Ryou. I was also saying to Yugi how I’d like it duel you sometime. What do you say?”
“Oh, I think I’d better refrain from duelling you, Yami-sama,” Ryou spoke with a blush. Did Yami really want to duel him? It felt like such an honour.
“Anyway, Ryou, Yami and I were playing cards yesterday, and he said this really funny thing –”
“Aibou!” cried Yami, horrified. “You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone that!”
“Don’t worry, Yami, it’s a really funny story!”
“No!”
A bemused Ryou watched the exchange and as he gazed upon the two, his heart lurched in longing. /They’re like brothers,/ he thought to himself. /So close…/
Ryou suddenly doubled over as his chest was suddenly gripped in a different way: pain. He clutched the Millennium Ring that lay against his bare skin. He always wore it under his clothes now, he just couldn’t bring himself to leave it at home. Yugi gently touched Ryou’s tense shoulder.
“Ryou-kun? What’s wrong?”
“Ugh…” he looked up and forced himself to smile. “Oh no, Yugi-kun, its nothing. I just remembered something I have to do before class starts so I’ll see you later, okay?” With that, he took off running down the hall before either Yugi or the transparent Yami could react. Ryou sprinted into the boys toilets, doing his best to ignore the pain in his chest and not throw up. Finding the bathroom empty, he slumped against the bench, looking at his sweaty face in the dirty mirrors.
“Geez, Bakura, what are you doing?” he glanced down and gasped. “You got blood on my shirt!” Ryou leant his head against the cold glass with a long-suffering sigh, turning his thoughts inwards.
/It really hurts when you do this. Do you want me to go and throw the Ring into the ocean?/
Silence.
/Whenever I get close to someone, you always do this. Maybe you’re jealous…Heh, no way right?/
Ryou shook his head, still getting no reply from his other self.
“I wish I’d never ended up with the Ring,” he said out loud and to no one in particular. “I wish I’d ended up with Yugi’s puzzle instead. Those two are lucky. But Bakura and I…” He switched back to the mind-link.
/You won’t show yourself in front of me like Yami does. If something happens, anything you say is one-sided and you refuse to have a conversation with me. Whenever you borrow my body I’m always locked away, inside my heart./
Ryou’s hands gripped the Ring squeezing as hard as he dared.
/If only we could get along the way they do. Maybe, just maybe, if we were to become closer, I wonder if things would change. But how?/
He was reminded of what Yugi had said to him earlier, about playing cards with Yami. That could be it! Would his own yami open up to him if they spent time together playing games, instead of arguing or ignoring each other? Ryou was excited now. For the first time in his young life, he couldn’t wait for school to end so he could put his plan into action.
*****
Late that afternoon, Ryou was kneeling on the floor of his living room, ripping the package off a brand-new Wii gaming console. He was dressed in his usual blue-and-white striped shirt and jeans, his school uniform lying crumpled on his bed. Another first for neat little Ryou.
“Bakura-san!” he called aloud. “I have a present for you!” There was no reply. Did he actually expect one right away? He busied himself for the next few minutes with setting up the console and remotes, making he had all batteries and cables in their corresponding slots. The game started with a cry of techno music, and Ryou got to his feet, hoping Bakura would show some interest now that he had the game up and running.
“I don’t even know what Bakura will think if a video game but…here’s hoping.” He murmured. Ryou selected the bowling game and readied himself.
*CRASH!*
Ryou stared wide-eyed at the screen. Despite his efforts, he’d managed to knock down a grand total of three pins.
“Wow. I guess even in a video game I suck at sports.” He tried again, and noticed that even though he was throwing straight, the ball made a beeline for the gutter.
“Hmm, maybe it’s the controller, not me…” he peered over the instruction manual, and then round the room. He let the small booklet slip from his fingers with a sigh.
“I guess I’m stupid for thinking it would be that easy to bring him out.”
“YOU’RE TOTALLY USELESS! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU THINK THE BALL WOULD GO, MORON?” the booming voice of his yami startled Ryou, who nearly dropped his controller. A small smile appeared on his face. It was working! Brushing the smile away, Ryou pretended to be cross.
“Stop that! Don’t belittle me efforts!”
“Well, if you suck, what’s wrong with pointing it out to you?”
“How about you show me how it’s done then?”
Another moment of silent treatment. Lifting the Ring up to his face, Ryou smirked. Yet another first for him today. He was on a roll.
“Oh, so you can’t do it then?”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
“Hmm. Seems to me you’re all talk, Bakura.” With a great flash of light, Ryou suddenly found himself in a small dirty cell. He knew this place. It was opposite Bakura’s soul room, and was where the spirit locked him when he took over Ryou’s body. Ryou was instantly worried.
/I don’t even know what I did! Did I make him angry somehow?/
*****
*STRIKE!*
Bakura, now in control of Ryou’s body, grinned smugly as he scored a strike on his first attempt.
“Hows that!” he cried triumphantly. This time, it was Bakura who was met with silence. “Huh? Yadonushi! Oh, right, must’ve sent him to the usual place. What a pain…” With a twitch of his head, Bakura brought Ryou out from his cell and the boy’s transparent form appeared beside his yami.
“What the? Oh thank God, I was worried I wasn’t going to come back-” he was cut off however as he caught his yami’s glaring eyes.
“Hey, look! I got a strike.”
“Oh yeah. A strike.” Ryou was slightly dazed, both from being so abruptly pulled out of the cell and from seeing his yami out as well. His plan worked!
*****
*STRIKE!*
/This is the other me…/
“Look closely at how I do it, Yadonushi. You flick your wrist too much when you don’t need to.”
/The dark personality that lives inside the Millennium Ring. He really does look like me. It’s as if I'm looking in a mirror./
Ryou looked down at himself. He was sat on the floor, his transparent knees hugged to his transparent chest.
/Yugi-kun and his other half are always together like this, always the two of them./
*STRIKE!*
“Well, what do you know, I’m great at this. Heh, no surprise there.” Bakura smirked at the screen. Six shots in and he still had a perfect score.
/I like this./ Ryou thought, smiling fondly at his arrogant yami.
*STRIKE!*
Bakura glanced down at him.
“Do you get it now, Useless?” For the second time, there was silence from Ryou. “What is it? You’ve been staring at me the whole time. You got a problem?” Ryou gazed up timidly.
“Not r-really. It’s just…” he took a deep breath. “Just once, I wanted to be beside you like this.”
Bakura’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth to speak, but he had nothing to say. Seemingly deciding that actions spoke louder than words at this point, he knelt down beside Ryou, grazing his hand tenderly down the side of Ryou’s face. The caress contained a softness neither knew the spirit possessed and Ryou unconsciously leaned into it.
Bakura began to speak, but Ryou interrupted.
“Yadonushi…”
“You know, at the moment, we’re like Yugi-kun and his other self.” Ryou let another soft smile come across his face. Bakura whipped his hand away, any tenderness that may have been there now squashed under rage. The spirit’s eyes narrowed and with an unnatural snarl, Ryou found himself locked back in the dirty cell of Bakura’s soul room. Only this time, Bakura was right beside him. No, not beside him. In front of him. And Bakura was choking him, his cold hands wrapped completely wrapped around Ryou’s thin neck.
“Ba…Bakura, st-stop! You’re hurting me!” he managed to choke out. Bakura snarled again, an animalistic growl so full of fury and disgust.
“You bastard! What the hell do you think you were saying right now? Did you really think we could become like them!?” Bakura’s face twisted as he shouted, and Ryou shrank back in fear. Or, at least he tried to. Bakura’s hands were still throttling him and he could barely breathe.
“We could never be like them! EVER!!” Bakura threw Ryou against the wall of the cell as he shrieked this, the boy colliding and sliding to the floor with a pained grunt.
“Don’t you dare compare me to him.” Bakura hissed as Ryou tried to stand. He failed miserably, falling to his knees, clutching his head.
“But…we were just playing a game together! And I thought, maybe, if we got closer that - ”
“That what? We’d become friends? I’d become a good person? I don’t think so, yadonushi!”
“I thought things would change.” Muttered a defeated Ryou, turning his eyes to the cold stone floor. He suddenly clutched at his throbbing head again as Bakura seized a handful of his hair, yanking the boy to eye-level.
“Oh. Well. I suppose we can become closer. But we do it my way.” Ryou looked up just in time to see Bakura’s hideous smirk before he threw him again, this time face down on the ground. Pressing a knee to the small of the boy’s back, Bakura chained his host’s small wrist behind his back and flipped him over.
“What are you doing?! Let me go, Bakura!”
Quick as a snake, Bakura pulled Ryou close to him, holding his chin in an iron grip. He sat down on one of the small wooden benches that ran along the outer edges of the cell, pulling the squirming boy onto his lap.
“How about a game we can play together, yadonushi-sama?” Bakura hissed into his ear, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.
“Ugh! No, Bakura! Stop it! Stop, I said! Let me go!”
Bakura ran his tongue over the outer shell of Ryou’s ear, one hand holding the boy’s head back while the other snaked around his waist.
“Bakura! N-no…” The hand around his waist began to push up his shirt, the spirits cold hands trailing up his chest. He paused to tweak one of Ryou’s nipples, causing the terrified boy to begin struggling harder, his panic rising.
“No…B-bakura, this isn’t what I wanted! I just wanted to be your friend…”
“Heh, if you’re still saying that after this ‘game’ is over, I’ll applaud you.” Abruptly, Bakura stood, pushing his host to his knees. The spirit opened his pants and pulled out his erect member. “Suck it. This is consensual right? Because it’s your body.” When Ryou hesitated, Bakura’s glare hardened. “Hurry up, or I will kill you.”
Ryou closed his eyes in shame, struggling to hold back tears. It was all in vain however, they began to leak out as he reluctantly opened his mouth and Bakura harshly grabbed the back of his head, forcing his member into Ryou’s warm mouth.
“Oi, careful of your teeth. And use your tongue properly!” He pushed in further, causing Ryou to gag but Bakura showed no mercy. “Stop slacking off!” The spirit felt pleasure growing in his belly as Ryou sucked. He released the back of his host’s head only to grab the sides of his face and begin pumping in and out as hard as he could, the face-fucking causing Ryou to gag even more.
Because he was too busy trying to breathe, Bakura’s climax took Ryou completely by surprise. Thick ropes of cum shot down his throat, and his stomach lurched at the taste. Bakura smirked and pulled out of the swollen mouth slowly, sticky strings of his essence trailing down the boy’s chin. Ryou leant back, gasping for breath, but he only managed a few deep mouthfuls before Bakura pressed his lips to Ryou’s, probing his mouth with a cruel tongue, licking the cum off his face, leaving slimy trails of saliva behind. Leaning in to kiss the boy again, Bakura took the opportunity to undo Ryou’s pants, shoving his hand down the front of Ryou’s underwear.
He felt his half-hard member and smirked.
“I knew you’d like this game, yadonushi.” He stroked the boy to full hardness, delighting in the moans that Ryou was so desperately trying to suppress. When he was completely hard, Bakura flipped Ryou onto his stomach again, almost ripping his pants and boxers off his legs. He trapped Ryou’s legs apart with one strategically placed knee and sucked on three of his fingers before tracing them over Ryou’s entrance.
“Gah! No, Bakura, please! Don’t do that!” Bakura ignored his host and began to push his fingers into him, one at a time, stretching Ryou as far as he could. Bakura’s fingers brushed something inside of Ryou that had him arching and pushing back on the invading fingers against his will.
“Feels good doesn’t it, yadonushi?”
“Nnh! Stop please!”
Bakura pulled his fingers out with an audible pop and, wrapping his arms around Ryou’s chest, heaved them backwards. Bakura settled himself with his back against the wall, Ryou in his lap, the boy’s back to his clothed chest. He lifted Ryou up almost effortlessly before slamming him down onto his cock. Ryou yelped.
“NO! God, Bakura, please don’t move! Stop, please it hurts!”
Bakura paid his pleas no heed as he set a ferocious pace, the only sounds coming from the small cell were the sounds of skin on sweaty skin, Bakura’s grunts and Ryou’s involuntary moans. After a few minutes, Ryou’s cries of pain had turned to pleasure, and Bakura took that moment to pull completely out before turning the boy around in his lap and slamming back in. Ryou cried out, Bakura had hit that spot again and he was seeing stars. He didn’t want to enjoy this! But, his body seemed intent on betraying him.
Bakura once again began his furious thrusting. He wrapped on hand around Ryou’ waist, snaking it up to grab hold of the back of his neck. He clamped their lips together as his other hand slipped between them to grab Ryou’s erection, pumping it ruthlessly in time with his thrusts. Ryou cried out again, trying to protest, but pleasure had obviously kicked coherency out the window, because the only sounds that came out of Ryou’s mouth were gasps and unintelligible babbling.
Bakura knew his light was close, and so was he. He pounded into Ryou’s body with all his might, their moans mingling as they became louder before they came, simultaneously. Bakura buried his face in Ryou’s neck as Ryou himself threw his head back, his body shaking uncontrollably. Lifting his head, Bakura gazed at his host. Ryou had cum all over his own chest, he was panting and gasping, tears missing with saliva as they rolled down his cheeks. Bakura pulled put of the tight body with a groan, then watched with satisfaction as his seed came leaking out. He stood, tucking himself back into his pants.
“So, what was it you wanted us to become, hmm?” His only reply was a tear-filled glare as Ryou hid his face behind his hair. Bakura smirked as he turned and walked out of the cell, fading from sight as he left Ryou and took control of his body once again.
“Now you be a good boy while I’m gone yadonushi!” Bakura cackled, Ryou’s sobs being the last thing he heard as he felt control of his body slowly slipping out of his grasp.
~Owari~
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The Game	By : BlackHaru Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. I make no profit from this. sigh

The Game