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[That's such a good tier-2 power to have, Ryou is so smart, to protect himself this way...]

Tch.

[Atem lets him go, releasing his hold on the shirt, and stepping back.

He steps around, striding outside of Ryou's field of vision.

There's a rattling of chains.

If Ryou turns to look, he'll see Atem retrieving an apparatus from where it's hooked in place on the wall. There are chains that run all the way up to the ceiling, through metal loops there, and back down. Atem brings these two chains around, and deftly hooks Ryou's manacles to them, one at a time.

For a moment, it'll be a relief: his arms aren't tied together behind his back anymore. They hang loose at his sides.

But then, Atem gives the chains a yank, and with a frightening rattle, all the slack goes out of them. Ryou's hands are pulled out and up, above his head. It's not quite enough to bring him to his feet, but if Ryou continues to kneel, it'll be uncomfortable.

Atem gathers both chains in his left hand, and approaches Ryou from the front again.]

Let's try that again. Who were you working with?

[When he's let go, Ryou slumps to the ground, trying not to whimper. His face hurts, his head hurts, but he can't let this be what undoes him. Not this quickly. No, he has to take more, to make it even, and to protect everyone.

He feels Atem doing something, but he's too lost in his mind to look. So it's surprising to him whenever his arms fall to his sides. He didn't realize until they were freed how much painful tension was on his shoulders, how the metal was digging into his wrists terribly. Now, free to move them, he can't help but try and raise one hand to his face.

It never makes it there, not before the chains clatter and pull, and he cries out again, as his hands are pulled above his head. He tries to get a foot under him, to ease the pressure, and manages. He's standing by the time Atem retakes his position, and it feels very much like Ryou's still under him, despite being taller.

His heartbeat starts to race, because he knows all it'll take is a sharp tug on those chains and he'll be on his toes, or worse. But it doesn't change the answer.]

I don't want to discuss that.

[A third slap, for Ryou's tone, per the rules. It's quick, sharp.]

Wrong answer.

[Atem keeps hold of the chains, but brings both his hands up. Fingers hook into the collar of Ryou's shirt -- and then pull roughly apart with a rrrrip. The fabric tears like paper -- first down one sleeve, then the other, and the ruined fabric falls to Ryou's feet in a pathetic heap. Ryou's naked to the waist -- it's cold in here, and he'll feel it, even as his skin burns from painful contact.

He leaves Ryou to shiver for a long moment as he steps over to the closest wall, which has a row of implements -- a whip, thumbscrews, some very sinister-looking pliers, and anything else Ryou's imagination fills in here -- and pulls a crop off of its hook.

(Short, easy to control, less brutal than a whip, is his logic. A full whip would cut skin, open wounds. That's more cruel than Atem wants to get, here. Especially right away. And with the spikes, Atem can't use his claws on Ryou's back...he's protected from bare hands, there.)

Crossing back to Ryou, his footsteps slow and steady on the slate floor, Atem uses the whip to tilt Ryou's chin up to look at him.]

Let's get the terms of your sentence straight.

Each time you fail to answer me, or show me disrespect, the number of hits you get goes up! Think of it as an incentive to cooperate quickly.

[There's a little slap to Ryou's uninjured cheek that's not painful, just humiliating. There's something playful to it, a reminder to be a good boy.

Atem takes a half-step back, chains in one hand, crop in the other. He holds it out at arm's length, pointing it at Ryou's throat. His question is authoritative, and his voice resonates in the stone-walled cell.]

Who were the other conspirators?

[Ryou's not numb to the slap, but it's starting to become...expected. The shade part of him revels in it, in this punishment that he's so clearly earned, but Ryou can feel his eyes burning, his vision blurring slightly with tears. But...he's not giving in. He's not saying stop.

He doesn't deserve it yet. And more than that...if this is his limit, then what does it say about who he is as an adversary? When he starts learning hand to hand combat with Reverie, what then? Will he tap out the instant things get a little too rough?

His endurance is being built. Everything he suffers here will make him more resilient.

(think whatever you like. yes. as long as you pay what's due)

By the time Atem tilts his head up, Ryou's tears haven't dried...but he's resolved. He listens to the rules, internalizes what Atem's telling him, is appropriately bothered by the tap to his cheek with the crop...and despite being visibly anxious about the entire situation, he presses his luck because there is no other course to take.]

It doesn't matter how many times you ask. I don't have an answer for you. Sorry to waste your time.

[He doesn't sound sorry enough though, does he? Maybe he is too proud.]

[The crop comes across Ryou's jaw this time, harder, stinging. It won't injure, just smart.]

Round one is a penalty, then.

[The chains rattle above Ryou as Atem crosses to behind him: he doesn't want Ryou to see Atem raising a whip to hit him, doesn't want that image in Ryou's brain.

No.

This will be from behind: six overhand blows, sharp and painful, land one after the other on Ryou's shoulders, alternating from one side to the next. When they end, Atem allows Ryou a moment or two, to catch his breath.

Then, he asks his next question, staying behind Ryou's back.]

Whose idea was it, to put what happened on television?

[The crop hurts against his jaw, stinging against an already bruised cheek and making his jaw sting. Ryou can't help but whine, but he swallows it back, gritting his teeth hard.

The chains clink as his arms tense, hands tightly balled. A penalty...wait.

Where's Atem going? Why is he going behind, what does he plan to do?!

The first strike takes him by surprise, making him arch forward because his shoulders were already pulled taut, his arms aching from the position they've been forced into. Tensing only makes it worse, of course, but Ryou can't help it. It takes his breath away, and causes his tail to writhe and flash in a bright new color--a red-tinged violet--each time he's hit.

He doesn't answer...not immediately. It hurts...he can feel the hot, stinging tears rolling down his cheeks, little representations of his weakness that hurt almost as much as what Atem had done.]

I...I won't...

[This isn't enough. It's not enough...

He has to be strong. Focus on something else. Focus...whose idea was it to put it on television? Who is he saving? Who won't he betray?

It's cold. he hurts.

No. Think.

Maya...she wanted to record it. It was her idea...right?]

I don't know, sir...I don't...

[Ryou is crying, and crying out -- it hurts to see, and to hear. Atem's not enjoying doing this to him.

But he's resolved. It would be worse, if Atem didn't do this, if he didn't commit. There's no enough yet, not from Ryou. Just a wrong answer -- and a respectful tone. So, he'll only add two more strikes on.

His voice betrays none of the mercy in his heart. It curls through the air around Ryou's ears like smoke.]

Round two: penalty.

[Eight strikes, in the same alternating pattern. One-two, three-four, five-six, seven-eight. There's less recovery time allowed, now, before the next demand comes:]

Who disarmed the traps, and told the humans that their feelings of security would always be false?

[Ryou's tail doesn't flash again. It sustains its coloration, all the way up, and his shadow aura flares. It hurts, he wants to escape, he wants to phase, but he can't. He can't escape the hold of those manacles around his wrists, and his attempts don't save him from the blows.

So he writhes, but ultimately takes the punishment. There's no time to rest, no time to think, before another demand is made.

The Ring-Spirit. His spirit. His...his partner. They don't see eye to eye always, but...Ryou won't betray him. Never.]

H...humans will never have security. The statement isn't a lie, sir. You know this...don't you?

[Ryou's smart enough to say "sir", to try and save his hide. Literally. The spines only cover and protect so much of his bare skin...and he knows more is coming. He can't stop it like this. He just has to endure it.

(take their pain)

He can handle it.

(can you?)

He can.]

Penalty! Cheeky brat!

[The intensity's increasing: Atem's voice is louder, angrier. The strikes don't increase in ferocity, though -- they're still tightly controlled, measured.

Ten lashes, now. No recovery time. The crop whips through the air, whistling like an arrow.]

Round four! Who was the butcher who put on a gory display, worse than the new monsters had seen yet, calling the humans cattle and increasing her own standing with the Fog? Cooperate!

[Endure. Ryou can do it. He can. He can defeat the shame and pain in his own heart, and he can hold his head up high, as someone who wouldn't betray his friends, if he lasts the next two rounds...

It has to be close enough to torture to trick Ryou's brain into accepting it as a substitute for La Forteresse. He's got to be pushed, until it's enough for Ryou.]

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[Ryou screams, unable to control himself. His tail is writhing like a beheaded snake behind him, red-violet, then white, bright and fearful. He squirms, tries to move his body in a way that Atem might strike the spines rather than his skin, anything to make it less.

But even still, even with all his movements telegraphing how much he doesn't want to be here, to shoulder the burden of Mukuro's choices, he will not betray her. She, who had taught him how to hunt, how to exist as a werewolf. She, who he had found in Dyster and shared intimate knowledge with, and who had in turn told him about her sister.]

Th-the only...the only butcher there was me, I killed those men! I KILLED THOSE MEN!! I ATE THEM!

[He knows it's not what he's supposed to say to allay his suffering. He doesn't care. The darkness...it falters under this fortitude, this resolve.

But it doesn't stop Ryou from biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood.

The hallucination is convincing. He bites his lip in reality as well, and he's crying there too, though not nearly as much.]

[Thank god they didn't do this in the living room. Atem can't imagine what the neighbors would think.]

Liar! Stubborn bastard! Penalty for four!

[Twelve. This time, they're spaced out slower: one. two. three. four. There's no extra force for the attitude; now isn't the time to increase unpredictably.]

Final round!

[The crop extens forward, lightly touching the center of Ryou's back, between his shoulderblades, a threat and a promise.]

What is the name of the monster who knew you killed those men and ate them, and brought the tape in to be played anyway?

[He can taste blood on his tongue, feel it drip down his lip, pool at his chin. Dark and bitter, like black coffee. Ryou's face hurts, his back is in agony, bruised and beaten.

Stubborn...penalty...that's what he remembers, what he thinks of even as the world around him seems to go mute, as he takes the next round of blows. He can't hear himself scream. He's here, of course, it still hurts, his arms still feel like they're ready to twist clean off.

But he feels distant, until at last, they reach the last person. The final chance for him to save himself. Ryou can feel the crop between his shoulders, and he stays silent for...perhaps too long, focused on that sensation as he thinks.

What is the name of the monster who knew you killed those men and ate them...

All coloration fades from his tail. The spines recede, leaving a shirtless, beaten shade with one eye nearly swollen shut, standing on his toes. His answer is important, isn't it?

To him...to Atem...to all of them, in a way. But only in a way that matters to Ryou.

He smiles, the corner of his mouth quivering...then gives his answer, clear as anything.]

Penalty.

[Does Ryou even need the last round of blows?

...

Atem won't falter at the finish line. If he gives in, and it turns out to not be enough after all, and Ryou goes to AM...all of this will have been for nothing.

And Ryou still hasn't said enough.

So, Atem will follow the rules he himself set.

One, two. Three, four. They're controlled, but not angry. He doesn't even say anything. Five, six. Seven, eight. Ryou did it, he made it to the end. Nine, ten. Eleven, twelve. Atem is going to take care of him, now that this is over...he'll tell Ryou what a good job he did...

Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen.

And, at last, it stops. The crop stills, the room is quiet. Atem needs to gauge where Ryou is, before he makes his next move.]

[Ryou takes each and every strike. His body slumps forward, at the very end of it, he's almost convinced that he's going to lose consciousness at this point. Maybe, for a brief moment it seems like he has.

But that's not it. He's in his own head. This whole thing...did it matter?

No.

(yes)

...Yes?

(you don't need to leave)

He...can stay. There's no feeling compelling him to continue, nothing he can't run from. Nothing he can't suppress, for now. Forever, if he has it his way.]

Please...i-it's enough. L-let me out...Atem, please.

[Ryou can't bear another moment of this pain. He's already taken so much, the reality of it is starting to intimidate him.]

[Ryou's broken the fiction. He's asked to be released, invoked the escape-rule, and it's what Atem's been waiting for, too. In the real world, Atem lets out a breath of relief, and his shoulders slump; in the image, he simply fades out of existence. The walls and chains and bench and floor all dissolve around Ryou, melting out of existence, and he'll find himself back in reality, in his own room, seated on his bed. There are no bruises, no irritated skin where the manacles were, only a cool vampire hand in his, holding it gently.

Atem's other hand is at the juncture of Ryou's neck and shoulder. He looks into Ryou's eyes, searching his expression, all warmth and concern, with none of the ice and menace from a moment ago.]

It's all right. You're safe. You're home. It's all right...

[A beat. There's tears on Ryou's face. He has to resist the impulse to wipe them away, not yet, not until he's got a better idea of where Ryou is, emotionally, and how Ryou feels about him, after that.]

How do you feel?

[It takes Ryou a moment to acclimate to reality. His arms aren't chained, his wrists aren't hurting, his back...

It's...fine. He's fine, save for the tears on his face and the cut on his lip from where he'd bitten too hard. There wasn't even nearly as much blood. Ryou's heartbeat starts to race, his breath hitches as his eyes take in his surroundings. But then they find Atem, and by all accounts, he should be horrified.

But he's not. Logical or not, this is his Atem, not the one in the terrible game that Ryou had forced him to play, and his first, immediate move is to pull Atem into a fierce embrace.]

I'm sorry...I'm sorry for all of it.

[Ryou's not really okay yet, but part of the solution is to know that he hadn't hurt Atem with this. That hallucination must have been awful for him...]

[This is the real Atem, not the illusion. Atem's pulled in fiercely, and his own response is to wrap arms tight around Ryou's back, with enough force that they're in danger of toppling over onto the bed, if Ryou doesn't catch them.]

I don't want you to go, [he murmurs into Ryou's shoulder.] Tell me you won't. It worked, didn't it? You won't go.

[He needs to know this. Atem needs to know it was worth it, worth making Ryou cry and bite his lip and bleed.]

[Topple they do, Ryou doesn't feel like staying upright any longer. He pulls Atem onto the bed with him, atop him, even. His grip is strong, and he even threads his tail around Atem's leg, below the knee.

One hand gently reaches up, pushing itself up into Atem's hair with slender fingers, trying to be of comfort.]

I'll stay here with you. Of course. It was stupid to want to go...

[Stupid to think that AM would somehow help Ryou with his punishments. Very, very stupid.]

I just...I n-needed to know...that I'd be...that I'd be...

[Fuck. No, no no. He's crying again, he can't stop himself, or keep the words from sticking in his throat.]

Hnn...I...couldn't hear a-anything past...past the darkness...

[He sucks in a breath that sounds so painful, so harsh, that he might have very well been in the hallucination again, struck over and over...]

[It's very hard, for Atem, to make the distinction between he followed me into this and made his own choice and I did this to him. He knows in his mind that Ryou is his own person, that Ryou is seeking his own win condition, and felt this was the best way to get there. That's the thinking of someone who respects his boyfriend as their own person.

But in his heart keeps hurting him with the suggestion that this is Atem's fault, because he led all of this, and he knew Ryou would follow. His heart feels like an open wound, and his head presses up against the hand in his hair, even as his face comes down to press into Ryou's neck.

Now, though, when he hears Ryou start to cry again, Atem does shift so he can brush them away. His fingertips clear them from Ryou's cheeks, and he presses kisses to where they were. He does this again and again, as he murmurs:]

You did so well. You made it to the end. You aren't alone, none of us would give you up, either, and you're safe now, you did well--

[Interspersed with the kisses and murmurs, Atem brushes his cheek over Ryou's face. It's possessive. His, and everyone with proper senses should know it, no one else is laying a hand on Ryou, Atem will do anything to ensure that, up to and including crafting an elaborate torture fantasy in Ryou's own mind in hopes it will calm him down.]

[The tenderness of it all, and the words of encouragement, all help soothe Ryou's pain. It was scary, being stuck in his own torture fantasy. If it was anyone else, he'd be thoroughly terrified and probably never recover.

His tail winds more tightly around Atem's calf, but the rest of him starts to relax. His heart, his breathing, his grip...though the fingers in Atem's hair can't help but move, weaving carefully through the thickness of his hair. His fingertips settle against Atem's scalp and move gently.

After all...Ryou had made him do this. He wants to handle Atem carefully as well, to comfort him as best he can.]

Without you...I'd be lost.

[He says it with conviction, and with a great deal of emotion.]

Thank you for...pushing the bad thoughts away. I'm glad I did it, I wanted to...to show that I can be strong, and take what's deserved without compromise.

[His fingers tug lightly at the smallest strands of Atem's hair, purposely, to try and comfort and distract.]

I love you. I'm yours, completely. It was wrong to try and give myself away to someone else.

[The light tug at his hair, combined with the stroking and the warmth of both Ryou's body and his words, pulls a purr out of Atem's larynx. He noses at Ryou's cheek and ear, catlike, loving.]

I never want to do anything...that would make you take yourself away from me.

[Nuzzling at Ryou's face, clearing away tears, planting kisses at the corners of his eyes.]

I was afraid that I had.

[Ryou's eyes slip shut. He doesn't want to cry anymore...but the thought that he'd worried Atem with his actions was more than a little distressing. His tail squeezes Atem's leg a bit tighter, before unwinding slowly, tracing an uncoordinated path up his leg and side.]

You didn't do this. I made the choice to kill the first man...and I made the choice to kill the other three. My guilt...it shouldn't be yours.

[His fingers curl, gently tugging Atem's head back so he can look him in the eye.]

You helped me. With these powers...we're better. I promise. I just...I need time to get acclimated. But I'll always be on your side, Atem. I've promised before. We're in this together.

[And he leans up, to kiss the other monster.]

[Round red eyes, that don't look a thing like the hardened mask that had sized Ryou up across a table with manacles, meet Ryou's, before the kiss. They're worried, hoping, open, honest. They betray just how far from invincible Atem really is, no matter what he wants his enemies to think.

He kisses Ryou back, hopinghopinghoping Ryou is right, and tendrils made of solid shadow slip out to wrap around Ryou's torso and waist. Two hands aren't enough to hold Ryou with, but luckily, he has these...they don't restrict movement, not like the manacles did, they just hold, a little like the tail did, a moment ago.

When the kiss breaks, he murmurs:]

Together.

[Atem hasn't forgotten why they went this far. He hasn't forgotten that Ryou is someone he can rely on, to stand by his side no matter what. Ryou has followed him to the other side of the chess board, and their pawns' powers have been replaced by those of a more powerful piece...

It's just that getting there came at a cost.]

[Ryou feels the tendrils curl around him, holding him close. He's not scared of Atem. He regrets hurting monsters in service of his own goals, but what they'd done...he'd never take it back. Even if it hurts, even if he has to find a way to satisfy that cold, unyielding monster inside...their powers were obtained for a reason.

So he kisses Atem until he can't kiss him anymore, until his tail's curled right back around the vampire's waist like a silly little fur-tipped belt, and by the time they part...Ryou's breathless and relaxed.]

...It goes without saying, I think...that we should have a few days in, right?

If you're not busy...[Ha ha.]...we could play poker and drink wine and forget that I'm an idiot for a little while.

[It's just a suggestion, and he's being (partly) facetious about the "idiot" thing. He just wants to find something that Atem wants to do, and so gives several suggestions wrapped in one.]

Or we could stay here in bed. Anything you like.

[He nods, in agreement. They should lay low for a while, and...spending some low-key time together sounds nice.

But, right now...]

...I want to stay in bed.

[He brushes his cheek against Ryou's, again. Scent-marking, soothing. Mine.]

I want to take care of you for a while.

[To reassure Ryou. To reassure himself. To drive away the cruel things he made Ryou see and feel, because that was the only way the darkness could be fought...at least, with the tools Atem has available to him. That wasn't something Atem had wanted to do...but, this is. He has a sense for his own wants, now, more than before, and he doesn't want to unwind his tendrils yet.]

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