Moonlight

Author's Notes: Now I'm making things difficult for myself because I have another story I'm in the middle of writing but I got this idea for a story and wanted to start it before I totally forget it or lose the mood for it so here goes. This is going to be a great romantic tale about Ryou and Bakura, is 100 shonen ai but I might stick some yaoi in if people really want it. So hope you enjoy the first chapter.

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It was the dead of night outside the castle of the Musants and the moon hung in the sky, bathing the ground in its rich light. In one of the castle's many rooms, lay the white haired teen. A pale skinned boy who has always lived in the vast building as the prince, held captive by his class-conscious parents. He nuzzled into the soft pillow as he slept, only to awaken and see the figure stood on the balcony. He moved his head forwards so as to get a better view of the familiar presence and smiled lovingly.

"I thought you weren't going to come." He said silently, but just loud enough for the other to hear. He received no response as the shadowed figure remained still, leaning on the stone banister of the balcony. The moon shone down through the wide gap in the wall and spread out on the floor, only to be broken by the mass of shadow as it hit the person. His body was merely a silhouette from the prince's view as he watched his love. He sighed at the lack of response and turned onto his back. It had seemed like only yesterday that he had met the stranger when in reality it had been weeks. Of course his mother and father would never approve, so he had to keep his love a secret. He stared at the sheet that covered the posts of his four-poster bed. It moved slightly in the light breeze as the prince recalled the events of the past.

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The storm rage outside as the rain beat hard on the beautiful windows of the castle. The prince sat in the study, bored with the lack of entertainment. On various occasions, his father would enter to ask of a game of chess but the teen declined each time. How he hated the rain, if it was sunny, he would wander about the grand garden of their estate. He loved to swim in his own thoughts and remain alone with his past. He missed the days when he would run about the garden with his friends and he was happy; but for many years now he had not been allowed to. His parents had stopped his childish behaviours and taught him to be an upstanding young gentleman and was expected to act as such at all times. With a sigh, he slumped in the large chair he was sat in. For years now he had longed for companionship, someone to make him whole. He had been told that eventually he would need to find a partner for who would be the future queen, being the unknowing person the prince was, he imagined he longed for a feminine partner, not even knowing of any other kind. As the prince, he was expected to find a wife and keep his respected position as air to the thrown. He got to his feet and exited the room into the long hallway. As he made his way along, not going anywhere particular, the sound of knocking echoed along the walls. Taking it as a welcome distraction from boredom, he made his way towards the main entrance hall of the castle as the knocking continued, getting weaker and weaker each time. He made he way down the steps as one of the servants headed to the door and opened it. The prince's eyes widened when a hooded figure collapsed onto the floor, his body covered by rags. The servant stepped aside when he saw the prince and watched his kneel in front of the collapsed stranger.

"Master Ryou." He addressed. "Would you like me to dispose of him?" He enquired. Ryou did not look away from the figure as he answered.

"No, that will be quite alright." Sitting down, he laid the stranger's head on his legs. The servant began to shut the door to keep the cold breeze out when shouting was heard from the staircase.

"Ryou!" His mother and father hurried over and a look of horror fell upon their faces when they saw the mess that lay before their son. "Who is that?" They eventually asked.

"I don't know." The prince murmured as his hand stroked the stranger's cheek softly.

"Well get rid of him." His father commanded. "He could be diseased."

"Father!" Ryou exclaimed, even though he expected this from them. "Marik," He addressed the servant stood at the door. "Get one of the other servants to help you take him to the spare room, wont you?" The servant nodded and called another over. They both lifted the stranger and Ryou watched as they disappeared down the hallway.

"Ryou, I don't know what's gotten into you." His mother shook her head at him when he finally turned to face her.

"Please Mother." He spoke softly. "I've been needing some company."

"But you have plenty of friends," his father put in. "Why not just invite them over?"

"Because not only do they live far away but they bore me. All they want to do is talk about how well they're doing and play chess." He gave his father a look with the last bit and both parents were taken aback by the outburst. "Now if you don't mind, I am going to see to our guest." And with that, the prince gave a small bow of farewell and headed up the staircase.

When Ryou arrived in the designated room, he found Marik and the other servant stood by the bed where the still unconscious figure lay. Both servants made their way to the door and turned to the prince before leaving.

"Is there anything else you require?" Marik asked curtly.

"No, that is all." Ryou dismissed them and they left the room, shutting the door behind them. He headed towards the bed and looked down at the stranger who was still blanketed in rags. He pulled them away gently to reveal a mass of wild white hair. Ryou's eyes widened as he examined the face. It was much like his own only the hair was much wilder and his features were older, more rugged. He pulled at the remaining rags and saw that the stranger was wearing a dirtied white shirt and plain brown trousers. Once he had pulled them away completely, he threw the soaked rags on the floor and continued to stare at the resting face. He soon found his hand stroking the stranger's jaw line and he subconsciously moved forwards. His eyes flicked over every feature as it drew nearly and he didn't pull back until his lips brushed the others. He put his hand over his mouth and looked horrified by his own actions, but he soon snapped out of it when the figure beside him began to move and a groan erupted from its throat. The prince leaned in as the eyelids slid open to reveal crimson red eyes that stared back. There was a moment of silence as both stared at the other, which was only broken when the stranger spoke.

"W-where am I?" His voice was also similar to Ryou's but deeper and colder. He smiled cutely.

"Don't worry, you're safe." He replied. Not really answering the other's question but it seemed to be enough. He received a small smile which was enough to send the prince's heartbeat racing. He bit his lip gently and felt his face go pink. The other chuckled lightly and gave a sigh.

"What's your name?" Ryou managed to get out eventually after calming himself. The other just blinked for a while and gave a little smirk.

"My name is Bakura." He put simply. "And yours?" Ryou suddenly felt his mouth go dry as his nerves took hold. He kept opening and closing his mouth as he tried to speak with no prevails. Bakura just chuckled and perched himself up on his elbows.

"R-Ryou!" The prince managed to blurt out eventually. His cheeks burned red as he realised how stupid he must have looked.

"Ryou?" Bakura repeated and lifted his hand so he was holding the others chin. "That's a beautiful name." This made Ryou go even redder, but he smiled all the same. He didn't know what it was, but something about this person just drew him in and made him go weak at the knees. His eyes feel upon the other's shirt, which was soaked and had turned partly transparent. The pale material clung to Bakura's chest and revealed every muscle. He ran his hand along it and realised it was ice cold. Bakura's body trembled slightly under it as he watched Ryou.

"You're frozen!" Ryou looked back up at Bakura, a look of concern in his eyes. He jumped off the bed and ran over to the wardrobe where several shirts and jackets were hung. The prince grabbed a clean shirt and took it over to the bed. "Here." He handed it to Bakura who looked dumbfounded by the act of generosity.

"T-thanks." He wasn't sure what else to say. He looked at the white shirt, which was much like his own only it wasn't dirtied and was dry. He felt the fine material, which was soft and silky. The people must have been fairly wealthy to have such fine clothing. He raised his head when Ryou placed a pair of trousers on the bed next to him. The prince watched as Bakura glanced about the room. He smiled and continued to stare when Bakura removed his wet shirt. His cheeks burned as his eyes fell over the strong torso; it wasn't hugely muscled but just the right amount. The new shirt slid down and Ryou quickly turned when he began to remove his trousers. A part of him wanted to watch but he knew it was improper. He soon felt Bakura's gaze on his back and turned to see him fully dressed. He was almost disappointed, but relieved all at once.

"You should probably rest." He murmured as Bakura continued to watch him. With a sigh, the other headed over to the bed and slid under the covers He lay on his side with his back to the prince. Ryou stood and watched for a while before heading to the door.

"Ryou." The cold voice broke out. Ryou quickly turned and looked longingly at Bakura who had turned to face him. "Thank you." He smiled and rolled back onto his side. Ryou smile to himself and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Over the next few days, Ryou had insisted Bakura stay until he was sure that he was better. The other seemed keen to leave but stayed with Ryou all the same and both enjoyed every minute of it. Ryou had finally found someone who he could talk to without them trying to out do him or act like they weren't worthy; then again, Ryou hadn't mentioned his monarchy in fear that Bakura would leave. Neither his mother or farther agreed with him spending so much time with someone who was obviously from the lower class and thought that Bakura was merely trying to rob them, but Ryou wouldn't believe it.

It was on a cool night that Ryou made his usual visit to Bakura after having finished his studies. He was horrified when he was Bakura with a sack over his shoulder and he was about to exit the room.

"Bakura?" He sounded hurt and Bakura wouldn't look at him. "Y-you're not leaving are you?" He sounded hopeful. The other just shook his head and looked into Ryou's eyes.

"I'm sorry Ryou." His voice was low and sorrowful. "But I have to go, I've over stayed my welcome." He pushed past him and moved his hand out for the door handle.

"Please don't go." Ryou felt as tears prickled his eyes and just preyed that Bakura wasn't being serious. But Bakura just grunted and looked at him from over his shoulder. He moved forwards again and Ryou threw himself at the other, grabbing onto his arm in a desperate attempt to stop him. "PLEASE!" He pleaded, the tears now freely falling down his cheeks. Bakura turned around and looked down at the smaller of the two to see him on his knees, clinging onto his sleeve.

"Please don't cry Ryou." He kneeled down and wiped away the tears with his thumb, but they were soon replaced with fresh ones. The sack slid off his shoulder and he placed a hand on Ryou's cheek. The prince laid his own hand over it and smiled weakly. Bakura just smiled back and both stared into the other's eyes. Their faces slowly moved closer and Ryou's eyes slid shut as their lips collided, embracing in a soft kiss. He gasped as Bakura deepened it and pulled his body closer. The warm tongue slid into the prince's mouth and he was unsure what to do. He felt as it searched the crevices of his mouth and his face began to burn. They slowly pulled away when oxygen ran out and looked at one another, chocolate brown eyes staring into crimson. Ryou suddenly realised what he had done but didn't care. All that mattered now was that he was with the one he loved. Bakura lifted his petit frame over to the bed and lay him down gently. The prince swallowed nervously as Bakura proceeded to remove his shirt.

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That was the first of many nights that Ryou and Bakura had spent together. Bakura was no longer staying at the castle but came to Ryou's room every night. The prince had learnt Bakura was a special person that night, for he had been told that his new love was in fact a vampire; but he did not care. He was a little surprised but none the less, he still loved him. As he lay in bed, he turned his head so he could see the figure on the balcony again. His lover was still in the exact same position he had been before. He had also discovered Ryou's secret that he was the prince. Bakura was actually more shocked about that than Ryou was about him. The prince sat up and slid off the bed. He padded his way to the balcony and slid his arms around Bakura's waist. The vampire placed his hands over Ryou's and felt as the soft lips pressed against his shoulder. Both stood and looked over the vast area of forest. Ryou sighed and looked up at his love.

"Come to bed." He whispered as he nuzzled Bakura's neck. The other pulled away from his embrace and turned so they faced each other. He placed a hand on the back of Ryou's head and pulled him into a kiss. His tongue entered past his lips and Ryou gladly accepted it. The prince led his lover over to the bed and both lay together, ready to share another night together.

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Author's Notes: A very romantic chapter and yes that was a long flashback! Like I said before, I will probably put lemons in this but only if you guys want it so please say so. I'll probably put it in if no one says anything and if people say no then I probably will anyway but if you say yes then I defiantly will! REVIEW!