Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted ❯ Twisted ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Vapidbreath 
Pleasure and pain have always been seperated by a thin line. Much thinner than love and hate.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.25.2004 | Updated On: 08.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 649 | Status: Completed
Pleasure and pain have always been seperated by a thin line. Much thinner than love and hate.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.25.2004 | Updated On: 08.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 649 | Status: Completed
Title: Twisted
Author: Vapid Breath
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-GI-Oh.
Warning(s): This story is a one-shot. This story contains: yaoi, a lemon, sadism, masochists, angst(?), and character death(s).
Genre(s): Angst, Romance
Rated for: Lemon, sadism, masochist, twisted sense.
Author's note(s): If you do not want to read anything with the above please try reading another story of mine. Please read and review if you have no problem.
Summary: Ryou chooses to die the only way he's known to live. Bakura knows that he won't see Ryou after death.
Twisted
Heaven doesn't want me.
I know this and so does everyone else. It didn't stop me from loving this. I loved all of it. I loved the look of fear that detailed his face. His wide eyes, pale complexion, and trembling lips. It was perfect. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.
I loved the fact that I made him fear. My fingers tightened around his pale neck just so I could see him struggle from air. I smirked down at the shaking body. It was everything I wanted. Everything I loved. Everything I hated...
Ryou.
I released him. I let his body drop to the ground. I wanted to laugh. To call him every form of weak and pathetic I could think of. But I didn't. I didn't want to ruin the moment. This incredible moment.
I kicked him instead. I watched him clutch his stomach and I did it again. I pulled him up by his hair and smirked again at the sound of my fist hitting the flesh of his jaw. I punched him again and let the sound of breaking ribs take me.
I brought my hand to his face and growled when he flinched from the blow he expected. He opened his eyes when nothing happened. My hand was still there. My cold pale hand caressed his broken jaw, blood sliding down my fingers. I brought one blood covered finger to his lips and watched as he brought out his tongue to gently lick it.
I dropped my hand to his chest. Gliding my hands across the exposed skin and ripped fabric that was once his shirt. When I came across a pinkish nub I lowered my head. I licked the skin around it before attaching myself to it. I licked, nibbled, and sucked on it before biting down on it roughly loving the moans, gasps, and groans it caused.
I straightened up and pushed the boy back against the wall. I paid no attention to the sound of a picture frame that fell from the wall crashing to the ground, as I kissed him. I kissed him roughly, putting my tongue as far down his throat as I could. I wanted to hurt him because I knew it pleased him. I pressed our bodies together, throwing my head back at the friction and moaning as he began to grind against me. I grabbed onto his hips and dug my nails into his skin through the thin fabric of his shorts and the absence of his boxers to stop his movement.
I ripped of the remains of his once shirt, licking the newly exposed skin. I licked and sucked on his naval and the area around it. Reaching the rim of his boxers I yanked them down with no difficulty. He stepped out of the shorts and his hands went directly to my hair. I went lower and let my nose brush against the silvery white hairs. The grip on my hair tightened and I was tempted to break the trembling digits. I thought of another way in punishing him. I bit the flesh of his inner thigh, licking the blood slowly as it made its way out the new wound.
I sighed at the taste of liquid copper. It was the greatest thing I've ever tasted. Besides, Ryou. I continued to lick the wound before moving to his arousal. There I began at the base, licking to the very tip, taking him completely into my mouth. I wanted this to be done quickly so that he could take care of my need. I let my teeth graze over the sensitive skin. I let him pull my hair. I even let him buck his hips into my mouth. But I refused to swallow his seed. Instead I made sure I had in all in my mouth before standing and kissing him, making sure he'd swallowed it all before breaking away.
It was my turn now I didn't want a petty blow-job. I needed sex. Real sex. I pushed him to the floor and made him get on all fours. I loved Ryou like this. It was the sexy, smutty side of him that only few people got to see. I was lucky enough to be one of those people.
I slid off my shirt with ease and began to work on my pants. I unbuckled the clasp and slowly slid my zipper down. Teasing myself made the sex that much better. Once my pants were off I knelt down so that I was on my knees.
I grabbed his hips, touching the same spot my nails had left marks from before. In one swift motion I thrust into the tight heat presented to be. I didn't give him time to adjust before pulling out only to thrust back in with more force. I thrust in harder and harder. Each time hitting his prostate. The thrust were becoming easier with blood becoming the lubricant.
The before silent room was filled with moans, screams, gasps, groans, growls, and skin hitting skin in both pleasure and pain. The sounds only served to make our pleasure grow.
I leaned over him kissing his neck, shoulders, and back. Whispering words of hate and pleasure in his ear as he moaned and screamed my name. Feeling both of our releases coming I whispered my last words into his ear.
"Are you ready?" When he nodded I took a hold of his organ and began to stroke it harshly. He came into my hand with hard squirts. His entire body convulsing, with my release still approaching. I grabbed his silvery locks as hard as I could. Feeling my seed fill his body as the sound of a neck breaking reached my ears. I thrust a final time into the now lifeless body below me.
I pulled out and laid beside the cold body. I wrapped my arms around his waist and closed my eyes. It would be foolish to say that I'd be joining Ryou soon. I'd only fade away into nothingness or be a wandering incomplete soul. My other half had a place to go, but I didn't.
Because like I said before, Heaven doesn't want me...
And Hell's afraid I'll take it over.
END
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Thank you for reading my story. Please tell me what you think of it. If you disliked it please don't flame me but let me know why and how I could change it.
-VB
Author: Vapid Breath
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-GI-Oh.
Warning(s): This story is a one-shot. This story contains: yaoi, a lemon, sadism, masochists, angst(?), and character death(s).
Genre(s): Angst, Romance
Rated for: Lemon, sadism, masochist, twisted sense.
Author's note(s): If you do not want to read anything with the above please try reading another story of mine. Please read and review if you have no problem.
Summary: Ryou chooses to die the only way he's known to live. Bakura knows that he won't see Ryou after death.
Twisted
Heaven doesn't want me.
I know this and so does everyone else. It didn't stop me from loving this. I loved all of it. I loved the look of fear that detailed his face. His wide eyes, pale complexion, and trembling lips. It was perfect. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.
I loved the fact that I made him fear. My fingers tightened around his pale neck just so I could see him struggle from air. I smirked down at the shaking body. It was everything I wanted. Everything I loved. Everything I hated...
Ryou.
I released him. I let his body drop to the ground. I wanted to laugh. To call him every form of weak and pathetic I could think of. But I didn't. I didn't want to ruin the moment. This incredible moment.
I kicked him instead. I watched him clutch his stomach and I did it again. I pulled him up by his hair and smirked again at the sound of my fist hitting the flesh of his jaw. I punched him again and let the sound of breaking ribs take me.
I brought my hand to his face and growled when he flinched from the blow he expected. He opened his eyes when nothing happened. My hand was still there. My cold pale hand caressed his broken jaw, blood sliding down my fingers. I brought one blood covered finger to his lips and watched as he brought out his tongue to gently lick it.
I dropped my hand to his chest. Gliding my hands across the exposed skin and ripped fabric that was once his shirt. When I came across a pinkish nub I lowered my head. I licked the skin around it before attaching myself to it. I licked, nibbled, and sucked on it before biting down on it roughly loving the moans, gasps, and groans it caused.
I straightened up and pushed the boy back against the wall. I paid no attention to the sound of a picture frame that fell from the wall crashing to the ground, as I kissed him. I kissed him roughly, putting my tongue as far down his throat as I could. I wanted to hurt him because I knew it pleased him. I pressed our bodies together, throwing my head back at the friction and moaning as he began to grind against me. I grabbed onto his hips and dug my nails into his skin through the thin fabric of his shorts and the absence of his boxers to stop his movement.
I ripped of the remains of his once shirt, licking the newly exposed skin. I licked and sucked on his naval and the area around it. Reaching the rim of his boxers I yanked them down with no difficulty. He stepped out of the shorts and his hands went directly to my hair. I went lower and let my nose brush against the silvery white hairs. The grip on my hair tightened and I was tempted to break the trembling digits. I thought of another way in punishing him. I bit the flesh of his inner thigh, licking the blood slowly as it made its way out the new wound.
I sighed at the taste of liquid copper. It was the greatest thing I've ever tasted. Besides, Ryou. I continued to lick the wound before moving to his arousal. There I began at the base, licking to the very tip, taking him completely into my mouth. I wanted this to be done quickly so that he could take care of my need. I let my teeth graze over the sensitive skin. I let him pull my hair. I even let him buck his hips into my mouth. But I refused to swallow his seed. Instead I made sure I had in all in my mouth before standing and kissing him, making sure he'd swallowed it all before breaking away.
It was my turn now I didn't want a petty blow-job. I needed sex. Real sex. I pushed him to the floor and made him get on all fours. I loved Ryou like this. It was the sexy, smutty side of him that only few people got to see. I was lucky enough to be one of those people.
I slid off my shirt with ease and began to work on my pants. I unbuckled the clasp and slowly slid my zipper down. Teasing myself made the sex that much better. Once my pants were off I knelt down so that I was on my knees.
I grabbed his hips, touching the same spot my nails had left marks from before. In one swift motion I thrust into the tight heat presented to be. I didn't give him time to adjust before pulling out only to thrust back in with more force. I thrust in harder and harder. Each time hitting his prostate. The thrust were becoming easier with blood becoming the lubricant.
The before silent room was filled with moans, screams, gasps, groans, growls, and skin hitting skin in both pleasure and pain. The sounds only served to make our pleasure grow.
I leaned over him kissing his neck, shoulders, and back. Whispering words of hate and pleasure in his ear as he moaned and screamed my name. Feeling both of our releases coming I whispered my last words into his ear.
"Are you ready?" When he nodded I took a hold of his organ and began to stroke it harshly. He came into my hand with hard squirts. His entire body convulsing, with my release still approaching. I grabbed his silvery locks as hard as I could. Feeling my seed fill his body as the sound of a neck breaking reached my ears. I thrust a final time into the now lifeless body below me.
I pulled out and laid beside the cold body. I wrapped my arms around his waist and closed my eyes. It would be foolish to say that I'd be joining Ryou soon. I'd only fade away into nothingness or be a wandering incomplete soul. My other half had a place to go, but I didn't.
Because like I said before, Heaven doesn't want me...
And Hell's afraid I'll take it over.
END
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Thank you for reading my story. Please tell me what you think of it. If you disliked it please don't flame me but let me know why and how I could change it.
-VB