I was in my kitchen, doing the dishes and working on a poem in my head, when I made up the line 'I woke up with my hands above my head.' Here, I've decided to take that a bit more...er...literally.

Warnings: Lemon, mention of abuse

Pairings: Main-RyouBakura, Mentions-YamiYugi

Summery: Bakura wakes up in a rather...er...compromising situation. Ryou is tired of Bakura being sadistic and not treating him right, and especially ignoring his feelings. So he decides to do something about it.

Bakura slowly woke from his deep sleep, a yawn escaping his lips. He wondered hazily, why he was in a vertical position, and why his arms were stuck above his head. He contemplated it briefly, then decided to overrule it with another one. Sleep. Then a voice came from his left side, speaking softly, yet right into his ear.

"You know, I heard that the fried Bakura was quite good this morning," it whispered. "Maybe I ought to try it..." A warm tongue was slowly run down the side of his face, and was quickly followed by a blast of freezing cold water behind his back.

That woke him up.

His eyes snapped open to find his lighter half standing smugly by him. "I thought that would wake you up," he said complacently.

Bakura shivered as the cold water ran down his back. The shower, apparently, could turn colder than the kitchen sink, as Ryou had complained it could last night when he attempted to drown the annoying hikari. His nightclothes, black silk boxers, didn't do much to shield him from the flow. Attempting to pull his arms down, as so to wrap them around Ryou's throat, he found them unable to move. Looking up, he saw that both of his hands were securely fastened in fuzzy black handcuffs, which were, in turn, strung over the bar that ran down the middle of the shower.

"Ryou," he growled menacingly. "Let. Me. Out. Now. You know I can easily rip these fuzzy toys apart, but I'll give you a chance. Get the key."

"Sorry Bakura!" Ryou replied in a blasé tone of voice. "No ripping these toys. Yami said Yugi was getting bored of them, so he gave them to me. They're reinforced with titanium. Try; it might be funny!"

"What the hell is this!" he spat, pulling as hard as he could on the handcuffs. They didn't give an inch.

"What the hell is this?" Ryou asked slowly. "Isn't that what Yami asked last night when he opened the front door to find me soaking wet with a bruised neck?"

"How am I supposed to remember what that fucking Pharaoh said! I was too busy sharpening my throwing knife! Now get me out of this fucking freezing shower and get these Ra-damned fuzzy...THINGS off of me! NOW!" Bakura threw all his weight on the bar and kicked out at Ryou.

The smaller boy fell heavily against the sink, the corner of it thumping against his head, effectively knocking him out.

Bakura breathed heavily and rotated his wrists, trying to get the crick out them; one that understandably would be there after being hung up for Ra-knows-how-long. He took a glance down at his hikari on the floor, wearing the same thing as he was. Bakura made sure of that, just in case Ryou was bleeding too heavily to open the door at any given time...

His arms were folded almost neatly over his chest, and the lines of scars were clear and bold against hid paper-white skin. Bakura smirked. He could spot one or two right now that he remembered.

Once, after Ryou had come home from Yugi's, he had walked over to Bakura and gave him a hug, stating that he had seen Yami and Yugi do it, and both had seemed to enjoy it. Needless to say, Ryou had never hugged him again.

Or the time when he brought home an 'A' in every class, and asked if they could go out to eat to celebrate. Since then, he had been quite content with his own cooking.

Sneering at the weak boy on the floor, he spotted one or two unmarked areas on his arms. Licking his lips, he smiled at the thought of the blood that would flow tonight.

Just then Ryou stirred, gradually opening his eyes. Bakura cursed; that had not helped him at all, he was still no closer to freedom, or escaping the cold water that now soaked his whole body.

"Well," Ryou said blurrily from the floor. "That was fun." He carefully stood up and checked his head in the mirror for any signs of blood. Finding none, he turned back to the bound boy in the shower. "That is one of the reasons that you're in here. The other being that I couldn't miss a perfect chance like this to get back at you for a fuck-load of things that you've done to me." He smiled and slowly reached a hand behind his back. "I think I'll make a list. One. By. One."

Ryou took his hand out to reveal a wickedly sharp, bone-handle knife. He carefully ran it over his lips, cautiously not cutting himself. "Number one. You cut me."

Bakura saw a gleam in his hikari's eyes, and grinned evilly. Finally, the stupid weakling had found himself some guts.

Ryou stepped forward and put the tip of his knife to his yami's chest. Slowly drawing it down, a thin red line followed the knife from below his neck down to the waistline of the boxers.

Bakura hissed as the knife glided over his stomach, and winced as he saw the blood well out from the lane and slowly flow down his white skin. At least Ryou wasn't crying from the sight of the blood, as was usual for him. This wound was nothing compared to half the damage he got in Egypt.

"Number two," Ryou was saying. "You never let me touch you."

What! Was the boy crazy? Had the bump of the head turned him into some sort of queer? Sure he himself was gay, but that was extremely hard to avoid in ancient Egypt where any remotely beautiful girl was immediately snatched up the Pharaoh. You had to get a good fuck somewhere, ne?

Apparently Ryou was serious. He set the knife on the sink and leaned over to Bakura. "That includes hugs," he whispered huskily, and stepped into the shower behind Bakura. He put his arms under Bakura's own and hugged him tightly, resting his chin on his right shoulder. Ryou's body blocked the cold spray from the shower, and quickly warmed him up. Very quickly. Ryou was only wearing boxers, Bakura reminded himself.

"Get off of me you fucking little bitch!" he snarled. "Don't you fucking dare put your arms around me!"

"As you wish.." Ryou let go of Bakura's body and came around to his front. Bakura winced as the water beat mercilessly on his back again. Ryou ran his finger down Bakura's chest, making a small detour as to avoid the rosy nipple, already hardened by the freezing cold its owner was enduring, and continued in his discourse. "Number three. You never let me have any good food."

Was he really going to...? No. He wouldn't. Bakura reprimanded himself for the dirty thought that ran through his mind. Then reconsidered. Maybe the hikari wasn't thinking exactly what Bakura was thinking, but still...

Ryou bent forward and stuck out his tongue until the tip of it barely touched Bakura's chest. His bushy white hair hid its owner's actions wholly. Bakura shivered as the tongue hesitated for a moment, then drew in a breath when it gave a quick swipe at the top of the cut.

"Mmmm," Ryou breathed. "You taste good; I think that counts."

Bakura drew in another strangled breath as Ryou slowly licked his way down his torso, carefully tasting over his abs and hovering there when he reached the bottom. He raised his head and smiled smugly at his glaring darker half, a drop of blood glistening on his lower lip, before it melted into the water that coated him.

"I think I'm still hungry," he whispered softly. "I wonder what else there could be to taste..." He let he gaze drop to the upper torso and linger there suggestively for a moment, before returning to Bakura's gaze.

"You bitch," Bakura breathed, unable to make it sound convincing. "I'll...I'll kill you..."

"No you won't," Ryou giggled. "I'm not done eating."

He dropped his head again and immediately licked the cut again, getting up any last traces of his darker's blood. He then raised his head a bit higher, and stuck his tongue out carefully. He touched the tip of it to the nipple, and quickly drew back.

Bakura squirmed and Ryou looked down, a wide smile on his lip. The wet cloth of Bakura's boxers was clearly pushed up in a tent shape that quivered when Ryou touched the nipple again.

He put his mind back to the task at hand and put his lips over Bakura's left nipple. Sucking on it gently, he swiped his tongue over it while in his mouth. Raising one hand to the other nipple, he pinched, almost sharply, while biting carefully down on the current one.

Bakura gasped hoarsely and squirmed again; Ryou could hear the handcuff chains rattling. Good old titanium.

He switched his ministrations to the other nipple and gave it the same careful attention he had given the other, bringing it to a hard rosy grain that could be so wonderfully played with.

"Number four," he mumbled around the very small object in his mouth. "You never, ever let me love you."

Bakura gasped again, and writhed as Ryou stood up again and stepped away. "Are you going to allow me?"

Bakura glared helplessly at the small boy controlling his every move. "Yes Ra-damnit," he choked out, his body involuntarily bucking towards Ryou. "Yes."

Ryou gave a cat's wide grin and grabbed the knife again from the sink. Stepping back into the shower, he put his arms around Bakura and licked up the side of his face, while reaching around him. All was still for a moment, even the tongue on his cheek, when, blessedly, the water warmed up to the perfect temperature.

Bakura gave a small whine of pleasure that sent Ryou into smug laughter. He knelt down again and put the knife where the cut left off on Bakura and sharply ripped downward.

The black silk boxers were instantly shredded, allowing Bakura's straining erection to leap out. "Hmmm." Ryou murmured. "I'm impressed, and maybe even a bit jealous. I want it. I want it for my very own."

Bakura gave a strangled cry and Ryou tutted at him. "Now, we can't have that, can we? Silence is golden..."

He stood up again, much to Bakura's disappointment, and raised the knife again, and the remnants of the boxers. He lay the knife sideways in his darker's lips, dull side in, and carefully tied it there, a wicked smirk on his face the whole time.

Kneeling back down, he examined his prize. "I wonder what to do with it," he mused. "Is it a lollypop?" He carefully ran his tongue up and down the sides of it, ignoring the bucking of his yami's hips.

"Or maybe an ice-cream cone..." Ryou put his lips around the tip and worried it harshly with his tongue, licking carefully in the slit and lapping up the few drops of pre-cum. "Yumm," he hummed while it was still in his mouth, sending vibration chills all through Bakura's body.

He moaned loudly through the knife, cutting his lip. Ryou ignored it.

Ryou sat back on his heels for a moment, smirking, as the newly warmed up water washed over them. He regarded the object in front of him for a moment. A very long moment. Harsh whines came from Bakura as he hung from the handcuffs, unable to hold himself, only praying that the small boy in front of him, the one he had tortured so often, would now continue doing the same to him, though not at all in the same way.

Ryou, leaned forward and put all the weight on his knees, and reached up to grab Bakura's hips. He moved his thumbs teasingly around the base, but stopped before actually touching anything. Then firming his grip on his yami, he bent his head forward and took the entire length in his mouth.

He pushed his lips as far forward as he could, and repressed the urge to gag as it hit the back of his throat. His hands were hard at work keeping Bakura still and not allowing him free movement, as so not to knock him down.

He stayed frozen that way for a moment as Bakura strained to push deeper, then he closed his lips more and gave a deep swallow. Bakura gave a hoarse yell and Ryou smiled around his handiwork. He swallowed again and squirmed him tongue around, wrapping Bakura's length in it for a moment, then pulling his mouth back and licking the head again.

He pushed his mouth back over it and swallowed, then pulled back and licked, repeating it over and over to his own personal rhythm, getting faster and faster, until, suddenly, he stopped.

Taking his mouth off of Bakura, Ryou leaned in closer. "Mmmm," he hummed. "More lollypops."

He licked one tentatively, and enjoyed the sound of Bakura's startled yell. Licking the other, he carefully put his lips around both of them.

"Well," he mumbled. "Definitely not lollies. Maybe gumballs? But those are for chewing..."

Bakura shouted out as Ryou's teeth gently grazed the surface. He halted, them gave a quick suck and left them to go back to his original prize. Taking it in his mouth again, he deep-throated it and hummed again, remembering the original response to that.

Two minutes of harsh 'torture' later, Bakura cried out, oblivious to the cuts on his lips, and his body stiffened as hot liquid shot into the hikari's mouth.

Ryou swallowed as much as he could, and quickly lapped up the rest.

"Well," he said, his tone of voice still husky and seductive. "That was good food for sure; I forgive you." Standing up, he took the small key off a chain around his neck and un-cuffed his darker. The larger boy, oblivious to all, collapsed on top of him, and Ryou was forced to sink to the shower floor, laying the prone form of Bakura on top of him.

Not that he minded, but Bakura was heavy.

They lay still for a moment, Ryou resting and Bakura recuperating. Ryou had almost fallen asleep, and raised his arm to turn off the water, but found he couldn't. His eyes flew open to find the relaxed body of Bakura on top of him with his eyes glaringly wide open and his fingers tightening the handcuffs around Ryou's wrists.

His eyes opened wide in fear and amazement; his yami must have a willpower of steel to move so soon! Also, just because of his recent...er...activities, that didn't mean he wasn't very willing to slit Ryou's wrists here in the shower.

"Y-yami," he stuttered fearfully, and attempted to wriggle out, but Bakura was either too strong, too heavy, or both.

"I don't think so, my talented little hikari." Bakura grinned, an insane light shining flatly in his eyes. "You seem so attached to the idea of torture; don't you think being on both ends is the best way to learn all about it?"

He raised himself up on his hands and knees, crouching over Ryou, and fastened the fuzzy black handcuffs now anchoring Ryou's wrists to the bathtub faucet.

Lifting the knife up, he reflected his lighter's frightened eyes in the blade and licked his lips hungrily. Placing it against Ryou's neck, he smiled wickedly.

"My turn..."

A/N

So... Do you think there ought to be a chapter two, 'The Torture of a Hikari,' or should I end it there? I dunno if it'll actually be torture, or more lemon, I'm still thinking. But you really have to tell me if you want more, or if you think a one-shot's enough. Once I get five or six reviews telling me to make more, I can have the chapter up the next day; it only takes one night to a chapter. But if I don't get reviews, then it stays a one-shot.

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