Bakura looked increasingly more nervous as he followed Yuugi towards the club, smoothing down the long sleeves of the black turtleneck that Yuugi had gotten him and playing with the cut off gloves that covered his wrists and most of his palm. He felt slightly uncomfortable in the new clothing, unused to wearing so much black, and the swede pants were much tighter then his jeans or uniform. He also had never worn any make up before, but it was the only way to hide the bruise on his cheek."Don't you have to be older to get into a club like this...?" he asked his friend nervously as the line moved foward.
Yuugi shook his head. "This is a teen's club. They don't let anyone overage in so there aren't any predators."
"Oh..." Bakura said softly. "And you're sure that... that no one will...?" he trailed off, unsure of what he was even asking.
"Daijoubu, Bakura-kun," Yuugi said, smiling reassuringly at his friend. "No one will hurt you in ways that you don't like."
Bakura gave a small smile. "I'm just afraid someone from school will see me..." he admited, looking down.
Yuugi laughed softly. "Maybe a few. I see some sometimes." His smile became more self satisfied.
Bakura blinked a moment before catching his friends meaning. "Yuugi-kun..." he said, voice slightly surprised.
They moved forward a bit more. Yuugi looked around, then pointed to a group standing near the corner. "Don't talk to them," he said softly. "They got kicked out of the club for not listening to the people they were dom to."
Bakura nodded, shifting to stand on the other side of the smaller boy.
"They keep trying to trick newbies into going with them, but someone always protects the others. Most people aren't like them."
Bakura nodded. "Does Mou Hitori no Yuugi know that you...?"
Yuugi ducked his head. "He always goes to sleep when I come here. He doesn't like it, not being in control." He shifted slightly. "But I like it when someone makes me theirs, even if it's just for a night."
Bakura nodded, looking down as he near unconciously put a hand over where the Ring would normaly lie.
"Don't worry, Bakura-kun," Yuugi said, squeezing the other boy's hand. "We'll find someone who won't abuse you."
The paler boy gave a small smile. "I didn't mind it," he said softly.
"Yes you did," Yuugi insisted. "He did things that you didn't want him too. Just because you like being hurt a little doesn't mean he can do anything he wants."
"But he wanted me..." Bakura's voice was almost inaudable. "Even... even if it was just an illusion, he-- he maded me feel..." he trailed off unhappily. "I still miss him...."
"Other people will want you too. You don't have to let someone almost kill you to get love."
"He wouldn't have gone that far, he needed me alive," Bakura protested. "Anything lasting would have harmed his body."
Yuugi scowled. "It's your body, not his. And he was getting close." He reached up and touched Bakura's cheek.
The paler boy flinched slightly. "Gomen," he appologized softly.
"It's nothing you should be sorry for," Yuugi said as they reached the door. "He's a friend of mine," Yuugi explained to the bouncer. The man looked them over, then nodded them inside.
The entry to the club was suprisingly well lit and almost looked like the entry to a school dance, with tables set up in front of the door to the actual club where a few people were filling out papers while others mearly paused to pick up a few small coloured pins to attach to their outfits before going in.
Yuugi dragged Bakura to the tables, grabbing a few pins and papers. "Fill this out."
Bakura looked over the form and blushed slightly before slowly filling it out.
Yuugi glanced over his shoulder and quickly pulled the paper away. "Don't do that!" he exclaimed. "If you say that anything's ok people will take you at your word!" He crumpled it up and tossed it aside, then grabbed another. "Do you like...." He glanced at the first line. "Being tied down." He looked up to see Bakura's reaction.
Bakura looked down, hands shifting to hold his wrists as he nodded slightly. "Anything's fine..."
Yuugi scowled. "No," he said firmly, checking the appropriate box. He went on to the next question, going through the entire page and then handing it to the person sitting behind the table.
The woman looked it over, nodding before handing the boy a trio of buttons.
Yuugi pinned them prominantly on Bakura's shirt. "Now people know what you like."
Bakura looked down at the pins a moment, then nodded. "So I don't have to say it..?" he asked, sounding releived.
"Not until you work out what you're actually doing with someone," Yuugi said, pinning his own buttons on. "They'll know by looking." He looked around the room, waving to a few people, and pulled Bakura out into the crowd. "Now we just have to find someone who matches you."
"Matches?" Bakura asked, staying close to his friend.
Yuugi scanned the room. "Like.... see him?" He pointed. "He's very dom, so he'd match your very sub. But he only likes girls. No rainbow."
"Oh," Bakura said, looking down at the rainbow pin he wore. "But... wouldn't it be better if-- if I let someone find me...?" he asked meekly.
"You have to look too," Yuugi said. His eye stopped on a boy off to one side, but he shook his head. "Later," he muttered to himself. "Get Bakura with someone first."
"But what if I approach the wrong person?" Bakura asked, feeling nervous and slightly overwhelmed. The loudness of the music was starting to make his head pound as well, reminding him he still hadn't fully recovered.
"You talk to another sub first. They can tell you who to avoid." Yuugi's eyes stopped again and lit up. "Kaiba-kun is here!"
Bakura's eyes went wide. "Eeeee?! Kaiba-kun?!" he exclaimed, voice mildly panicked.
Yuugi dragged Bakura over to the table where the brunet was sitting, sipping a drink and watching the crowd.
The paler boy nearly whimpered. "What are you doing, Yuugi-kun!" he whispered franticly. "Kaiba-kun goes to our school!!"
"I know," Yuugi said. He dropped into the chair next to Kaiba, pulling Bakura into the next seat.
Kaiba looked them both over. "I didn't know your friend came here," he said to Yuugi with a raised brow.
"He didn't. But he should have. I'm looking for someone to be nice to him."
Bakura looked down, half hiding behind his hair. He peeked out breifly to notice the very strong bright red and rainbow buttons on Kaiba's shirt before looking back down again.
"And you came here?" Kaiba asked in amusement.
"Hidoi yo, Kaiba-kun!" Yuugi protested. "There are some very nice people here." He put a hand over the one Kaiba had resting on the table.
Kaiba smirked. "If your friend wants me to, I will 'be nice' to him."
Yuugi looked at Bakura.
The paler boy hesiated a moment, looking at his smaller friend to answer for him.
"You're the only one who can decide if you want to go with someone, Bakura-kun. But Kaiba-kun will listen to you if you want him to stop, and he won't hurt you unless you want him to, and..." Yuugi gave a blissful smile. "And he's really good in bed."
Kaiba's smirk widened.
Bakura hesitated a moment more, then gave a small nod.
Yuugi hugged him. "You won't regret it," he whispered before bouncing off to the boy he'd seen earlier.
Kaiba looked at Bakura and moved to the chair Yuugi had just vacated.
Bakura looked over at him hesitantly, unsure what to expect. Nervously he played with the cloth over his left hand, running his finger over the fading scar on it breifly before tugging the black material up to cover it.
Kaiba took the slightly trembling hands in his own. "Do you like this place?" he asked.
"I-- I've never been here before," the paler boy replied meekly, looking down once more.
Kaiba raised Bakura's face, tracing lightly over the boy's cheek. "I find it too be too loud to think. I only come here for the length of time needed to meet someone worth knowing."
Bakura gave a small soft sigh at the touch, instinctively leaning into it.
Kaiba pulled Bakura to his feet. "Now that I have you, shall we go elsewhere?"
The paler boy blinked in slight amazement before giving a small smile and nodding.
Kaiba put an arm around him and walked him out, dropping their buttons on the way. "Is there somewhere you would like to go?"
"Anywhere is fine," Bakura said softly, relaxing happily at the taller boy's touch.
"Would you come back to my home if I asked?" Kaiba asked, leaning close.
Bakura nodded.
Kaiba's car pulled up and they got in the back seat. "So you're new to this?" Kaiba asked. "Virgin?"
Bakura shook his head, looking down, feeling uncomfortable again with Kaiba's arm no longer around him.
"He wasn't good to you?" Kaiba asked, touching Bakura's cheek. He frowned, pulling away and rubbing his fingers, then rubbed lightly at the spot of makeup, smearing it.
Bakura wrung his hands slightly, unsure how to respond.
Kaiba scowled fiercely. "I will not do this to you," he assured.
Bakura gave a small hesitant smile.
They reached the Kaiba mansion, and Kaiba helped Bakura out of the car.
The paler boy smiled at the touch. "Arigatou," he said softly.
Kaiba led the way inside, pausing at the main stairs. "Are you hungry?"
Bakura shook his head.
They went upstairs. "You're the one who likes games, right?"
Bakura nodded with a small smile.
Kaiba traced Bakura's cheek with a frown. "You act as if you're not allowed to talk."
The paler boy hesitated before looking down. "He didn't like it when I did, unless it was to beg," he said softly.
"I am not like that," Kaiba said gently. "I like people who can speak."
"I'll remember that," Bakura said with a small nod, looking slightly relieved.
Kaiba leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. "Do what you want."
Bakura gave a small happy sigh at the kiss, melting slightly. "I want to do what you want me to."
"Then let's go upstairs," Kaiba said in a low voice.
Bakura smiled. "Hai."
Kaiba led Bakura up to a bedroom. "Would you like the door open or closed?"
The paler boy hesitated a moment. "Ei--either way is fine..."
"I know some people prefer to leave the door open as an escape route if necessary. If you're nervous."
Bakura shook his head slightly. "I won't try to escape," he promised softly.
"Bakura, it's a safety route for you, not a trap for me. If you want the door open, I will leave it open."
The boy shook his head. "It-- it makes me nervous if it's open," he said hesitantly.
Kaiba closed the door gently, then took Bakura's face in his hands and kissed him.
The boy's eyes went wide a moment before he melted completely into the kiss, eyes watering slightly as he closed them.
Kaiba put his arms around Bakura, dawing him closer into the kiss.
Bakura melted into the touch, hands curling in the fabric of Kaiba's shirt tightly, almost clinging to the boy.
Kaiba slowly maneuvered to the bed, resting Bakura on it.
The boy looked up at him, expresion one of blissful wonder.
Kaiba's hands began wandering over Bakura's body as he nuzzled against the boy's neck.
Bakura gave a soft whimper at the nuzzling, tensing breifly before melting agaist the touch again.
Kaiba pulled back. "Why are you tense?" he asked softly.
Bakura nearly whimpered again, going to reach for the taller boy before pausing and pulling back, hands cletched tightly. "I'm sorry, please," he begged softly. "Please don't stop..."
Kaiba ran his fingers under the neck of the turtleneck, pulling it down enough to see the dark bruise.
Bakura looked to the side. "Please..." he whispered.
Kaiba bent down and kissed it gently, wrapping his arms around Bakura to cradle him.
The boy's eyes went wide and he gave a small sound of surpise before melting into the embrace, clutching at Kaiba's shirt once more. "Kaiba-sama," he near whimpered in greatful relief.
Kaiba's fingers moved under the turtleneck. "No samas," he breathed in Bakura's ear, nibbling it lightly.
The boy gave a soft moan. "Hai, Kaiba-kun," he murmured.
Once Bakura's shirt had been removed, Kaiba pulled back to look at him. He stared for a long moment in complete shock.
"Kaiba-kun...?" Bakura asked, voice unsure and slightly worried.
"Who did this to you?" Kaiba demanded, voice angry.
The paler boy curled up slightly, hugging his arms to his chest, trying to cover the marks and scars. "Ki--Kisei-sama," he whispered, looking as if he expected to be struck.
"Where is he?" Kaiba fumed. "No one-- NO ONE-- has the right to do this." He lightly traced around the prominent puncture wounds before getting up and stalking out of the room.
Bakura gave a small whimper, curling up into a ball, trying to keep from trembling.
Kaiba returned quickly, carrying a first aid box. He sat next to Bakura, eyes still flashing anger, and began to gently clean the wounds.
The paler boy looked up in surprise at the careful touch. "Ka--Kaiba-kun...?" he asked in a small confused voice.
"They'll get infected if you don't treat them," Kaiba said gruffly. "This will hurt, but it's necessary."
Bakura winced slightly at the antiseptic. "I-- I don't understand, why-- you-- you were angry..."
Kaiba paused and looked at Bakura. "You thought I was angry at you for what was inflicted on you?"
The boy hesistated, looking away. "They're marks from another," he said softly.
"That's not your fault." Kaiba touched Bakura's face lightly. "I won't let you get hurt anymore," he promised.
Bakura gave a small smile, leaning into the touch.
Kaiba wrapped bandages around Bakura's chest over the puncture wounds, and a few of the other deep wounds, and cleaned all the others carefully. When he was finished with the boy's chest he gently finished stripping him, cleaning all wounds he found on the boy's body.
Bakura murmered in apreication at the soft touches, expresion content.
Once he had finished, Kaiba pulled Bakura into his lap, holding the boy close and rocking him.
The boy snuggled against him happily. "Kaiba-kun....?" he asked softly.
"What?"
Bakura hesitated a moment. "Can-- Can I hold you back...?" he asked timidly.
"Of course!"
Bakura gave a large smile and wrapped his arms around the taller boy. "Arigatou..."
Kaiba nuzzled against Bakura's hair as he held the other boy close.
"Kaiba-kun...?" Bakura asked again after a long moment. "Make me yours....?"
"It would hurt," Kaiba said. "With all your wounds."
"Please...? I don't mind the pain, I-- I even like it sometimes," Bakura looked down slightly.
"Your pin said you were only a slight masochist. This would be a lot of pain," Kaiba said, brushing Bakura's cheek with his fingers.
"Yuugi-kun filled out the sheet for me, I can take much worse," Bakura said, playing with the edge of Kaiba's shirt. "I-- I just want to be yours..."
"If you're sure," Kaiba said softly, leaning close to kiss the boy.
Bakura melted into the kiss, pulling himself closer to nearly press agaist the taller boy.
Kaiba's fingers stroked down the boy's neck and chest, carefully avoiding the worst of the wounds.
Bakura made a soft sound, eyes closing as he smiled.
Kaiba easily shed his shirt, pressing Bakura down against the bed.
The paler boy gave a small moan, body starting to react.
Kaiba shed the rest of his clothing and returned to touching Bakura, hands quickly moving down to surround the boy's penis.
Bakura's face flushed and he gave another moan as it reacted. Almost shakily, he reached up to return the touch.
Kaiba raised Bakura slightly, stroking down his back.
The boy arched, gasping slightly, breath coming quickly as he skin grew warmer.
Kaiba pulled away slightly, reaching for the lube in the nightstand.
Bakura looked up, blinking. "Kaiba-kun...?" he asked, voice slightly worried.
"Shh," Kaiba said, stroking the boy's cheek. "Just getting the lube."
Bakura blinked again. "Lube...?"
"Lubricant...."
"For wha--" Bakura broke off, blushing slightly in realization. "Oh..."
"You've never used lube before?"
Bakura nodded. "Gomen..."
"It's not your fault," Kaiba said, looking angry.
"Please don't be angry..." Bakura begged softly.
"I'm not angry at you," Kaiba said. "It's not your fault."
The paler boy looked up at Kaiba in nervous expecation.
Kaiba carressed Bakura's cheek gently. He squeezed out a generous amount and reached down to carress Bakura's opening.
The boy tenced slightly, but forced himself to relax.
Kaiba kissed him gently. "If you relax it will hurt less too."
Bakura nodded, relaxing further at the kiss.
Kaiba spread the lube, stretching the opening. He continued kissing Bakura, stroking up and down the boy's side.
The boy made soft sighs, puncuated with small whimpers, tensing periodically, only to relax again at the touch of Kaiba's hands and lips.
After a long moment Kaiba removed his fingers and positioned himself. "Are you ready?"
Bakura nodded. "Onegai..."
Slowly, Kaiba penetrated Bakura.
The boy gave a soft whimper, fists clenching in the bedding under him.
Kaiba took Bakura's hands and put them around his neck.
Bakura hugged him tightly, breath coming quickly.
Kaiba started moving slowly, stroking Bakura's hardness in time to his movements.
The boy whimpered and gasped, face flushed as he clung to the taller boy desperately.
Kaiba kissed him deeply, holding the boy close.
Bakura gave a muted cry agaist Kaiba's lips as he came.
Kaiba followed soon after, pulling out carefully. He reached over to the nightstand again and got cleaning materials, wiping Bakura gently clean.
The boy gave a soft smile, eyes half closed in bliss. "Kaiba-kun," he murmered appreciatively as he reached out for the boy.
Kaiba held him, smiling slightly. "Sleep," he said softly.
Bakura nodded, snuggling close, his eyes slowly closing as he drifted to sleep.