So it's come to my attention that I have literally been writing all of my stories back to back for the past two years. And because of that, I think I deserve a well deserved rest. Now, I'm not sure when I'll return to my other stories, I'll update when I'm in the mood, but honestly I just don't feel like writing anything incredibly long. I have quite a few stories planned out, which I'm going to be writing here and there, but you won't see the stories until at least 'The Dragon's Dance' is done.
I'm leaning towards taking 'Stuck with You' down because I just don't want to write it anymore. It's not where I wanted to go with it, but I need to figure out how to take it down and still have the story. I don't have any of the original chapters so...I'll worry about that some other day. I might rewrite it and make it better because it just is so blah…
Anyways, my computer went out and I didn't have it for nearly a week, so while I was without my laptop, I wrote a little story. I decided to make a collection of Dark and Casteshipping one-shots, two-whatever shots and throw them all in here. I am calling the whole story 'Forbidden Love' and each chapter will have the title of the story. If there is more than one chapter I will let you know in the authors notes.
Alright so let's get this first story on the road!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. Darkshipping is the best! *throws Kura plushies in the air*
Warning: My usual
Summary: Yami has been granted a mortal life on earth to live happily with his lover Yugi. Bakura has also returned to be with Ryou. After talking with Ryou, Yugi asks if Yami can look after Bakura while they're in college because Bakura is acting different…
Wreckless Part 1:
[Yami's POV]:
It had been a year and a half since I had defeated Zorc and decided to live in the mortal world with Yugi and the rest of my friends. Yugi had won our Ceremonial Duel, allowing me to go into the Afterlife. I wanted to go, but something held me back. Anzu was thrilled when I turned around, everyone I grew up with standing at the entrance way waiting for me to come into the afterlife with them. I stepped down, staring straight into Yugi's eyes. I knew without a shadow of a doubt I'd never be happy with my Hikari. So, I brushed past Anzu, pulling Yugi into a kiss. He confessed his love for me as well.
Horakhty appeared moments later and asked if I'd like to stay on earth. I, of course, said yes and she granted me a mortal life with Yugi. Ryou, to everyone's shock, asked the goddess of light of if she'd let Bakura out of the prison he was in. Horakthy said it was up to me. At first, I wasn't going to let him out, but when I saw the look on Ryou's face, I couldn't help but let his yami out, it seemed Ryou really cared for the tomb robber.
A lot has changed this past year and a half. Everyone's graduated from high school and getting ready to go to college, save Anzu, who has already gone to New York. Tristan and Joey are on a trip together and won't be back for a few months. Yugi and Ryou are heading out to Germany Monday. Which means I'll be stuck here with the Tomb Robber. Good thing I won't have to mess with him.
Mr. Muto, as always, is on a trip in Egypt. Professor Hawkins and Ryou's dad called him to discuss what Mr. Bakura found. It must have been something exciting because he's been gone for a good two and a half weeks.
"Are you ready to go to college?" I ask Yugi. We're cuddled up next to each other on the couch, watching a movie.
"Hmm." Yugi mumbles, snuggling into my chest. I smile down at him, pulling him closer to me. I lean down to kiss below his ear, before nibbling on it softly.
"Yami," Yugi moans tiredly.
"Yes, my love?" I ask teasingly, running my hand under his shirt, rubbing his stomach slowly.
"W-what are you doing?" Yugi asks opening his eyes to look at me. I smirk, staring down at my lover, running my fingers over the hem of his pants.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I ask moving my hand down his pants taking his growing erection in my hand, squeezing it.
"We-we have to get up early tomorrow, Yami." Yugi gasps as I begin to stroke him.
"I know." I say kissing his cheek. "But we can have some fun tonight right?"
Yugi takes my wrist and stills my hand. "Yami, not tonight." he says.
I move so I can look at my lover. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing." Yugi says trying to get up, but I grab his wrist, pulling him back down on the couch.
"Speak." I demand.
"I-"
"Yugi, what's wrong?" I ask seriously.
"It's nothing, Yami." Yugi says. "I'm just tired."
I studied my Hikari for a moment. "Alright," I say. "But I will find out."
Yugi smiles half-heartedly before heading up the stairs.
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[Ryou's POV]:
"Yami, do you have any dirty clothes?" I ask through the door carrying a basket of dirty clothes ready to go into the wash. I have so much to get done and I only have two more days to do it. I've gotten all of my suitcases and such packed already. I still have to clean this house though. Bakura, of course, won't be offering to help. He just stays in his room all day. He hardly ever pays attention to me anymore.
We have been together for nearly two years and I love him deeply. But, I'm afraid that Bakura doesn't feel the same way. I want him to be happy. I just wished he tell me what was wrong. I know he's hiding something. We still have the mind-link and I try to get him to open up that way so he won't be forced to speak his innermost feelings aloud, but I still can't reach him.
There has to be a way for my yami to open up. He's not mad like he used to be. He's held me in his arms and made love to me. The first time we had sex, I'll admit, I was terrified, but Bakura was so gentle with me. When I told Yugi that, he just smiled and told me that he always knew Bakura was a big sweetheart. I suppose the real Bakura is finally coming out. Then again, I've always known Bakura was just in incredible pain and needed to get freed from all that darkness. And, thanks to Yami, he finally was.
I waited another three seconds, knocking on the door again.
"Bakura?" I say.
"What, Hikari?!" Bakura hisses through the door.
I sigh, moving the basket under my arm before opening the door with my free hand. My lover is lying on his back flipping through the channels. He's in pitch black, the only light is coming from the flash of the TV as the channels are being switched at rapid speeds. HIs whole room is a disaster. We had shared my room, but after Bakura started acting this way, he moved into the spare guest room.
"I asked you if you have any dirty clothes." I say flipping on the light switch.
"Do you mind turning that off?" my yami snaps.
"What's the matter with you?" I ask.
"You're bothering me." Bakura replies with a roll of his eyes.
I place the basket of dirty clothes down. "You know what I mean, yami. You've been acting snappish and very rude the last few months, now that's going on?"
"Why are you bothering me? Just get my fucking clothes and get out!" Bakura yells.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong, Bakura. I love you and I hate to see you so upset." I say.
"Hmm." Bakura grunts.
"yami, please-"
Bakura sighs. "Just come here."
I blink, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.
"Don't you want to fuck?" Bakura asks.
"W-what I don't-" I stutter a blush painting my cheeks. I clear my throat, composing myself. "Why would you think I would want to have sex with you right now?" I ask, looking away from Bakura.
"Well, you did come in here acting like you're worried about me. I figured you wanted to get fucked seeing as how you're not going to get any for a good three months." Bakura says.
I narrow my eyes. "You should know me better than that, Bakura." I say. "I love you and I want to help you. We used to talk about everything. Why have you closed up? Is it Yami?"
The name of his archnemisis causes my yami to bristle.
I walk over to the bed. Bakura watches me as I take a seat on the bed. I take the remote he's laid on the bed, turnign the TV off.
"Alright, talk." I demand. "It's obvious this has something to do with Yami…"
"You know how much I hate the Pharaoh, Ryou." Bakura spits. "So everything is his fault."
"Bakura, you haven't even seen Yami in months-"
"How about I saw that bitch the other month." Bakura says.
"W-what? When?" I exclaim.
"While you and Yugi were sucking each other's cocks." Bakura replies rolling his eyes.
"Bakura, you know that I love you and I'd never cheat on you. What is bothering you? What did Yami do? What did he say?" I ask.
"What didn't he say?" Bakura mutters.
I reach to intertwine my fingers with my lovers. Bakura looks into my eyes. "I love you, you know that right?" I whisper.
"Yes, I know." Bakura says.
"You don't have to be afraid." I say.
"Of what?!" Bakura exclaims jerking his hand away from mine.
I studied my yami for a moment. "Tell me the truth Bakura, how do you feel about Yami?"
"When the Pharaoh is lying in a coffin, I'll be throwing a party, does that help?" Bakura snaps.
I sigh. "yami-"
"I wished to be alone, Hikari." Bakura says.
"But-" I start to protest but my yami doesn't give me the chance. I gather his clothes lying all over the floor, throwing them into the basket lifting the basket up. "Bakura," I say turning around to face him.
Bakura doesn't say anything, he's turned the TV back on, flipping through the channels in anger.
'What happened to you, my love?' I think to myself, walking out of the door, giving him a look before closing the door behind me.
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[Bakura's POV]:
So the Pharaoh won our Shadow Game and I was forced into some sort of a in-between demision sort of thing. I thought I would leave there for eternity until I was pulled back into the mortal world and tackled by my Hikari. Before I had a chance to say anything, he was kissing me passionately and I stupidly kissed him back.
He loves me. Why, I don't know, but I don't love him. Not the way that he loves me. We've been dating for nearly two years, and I still haven't gotten the courage to tell him the truth. He came in here a few minutes ago, or was that hours? Time seems to blend together for me. I have no sense of it anymore, not since I was confined to the Ring for 5,000 years.
The Ring and the other Millennium Items are gone. The Pharaoh having buried them. I no longer feel Zorc's presence within me. Horakthy destroyed him.
I failed at my mission. I wanted to believe that I would be able to win, but I knew deep down inside I wouldn't. And now that I don't have my Shadow Magic, I feel even more pathetic.
Ryou wanted to know what was wrong. He's been asking every day. It's hard to pretend to feel something when you feel dead inside. I saw the Pharaoh the other day while I was out on one of my stealing runs. He, unfortunately caught me and the next thing I knew we were arguing back and forth. I was about to beat that bitch to a pulp, but then the cops were nearing and I had to bolt home before they caught me.
When I'm near him, I feel weird. I don't know how to describe it, but I hate it. He causes my heart to beat and here recently, I've been having dreams about him. I wake up every morning with raging hard-on and I'm forced to take a cold shower because I'm not going to use Ryou because of my sick fantasies.
Ryou says I've changed. I suppose I have. I'm not angry anymore, not like I used to be anyways. I still have the urge to stab the Pharaoh, but I also have the urge to fuck him. Then again, I've always been that way, it's just gotten worse. Ryou and Yugi are going to Germany in a few days. He's asked me about forty billion times if I want him to stay. And I always have to tell him no.
I turn the TV off after flipping through the channels about a billion times. As always nothing of interest is on, so I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I can hear the vaccum cleaner running. Ryou, no doubt, has been running through the house cleaning it like the world is ending. I will never figure out my Hikari's fascination with cleansing, but to each his own I suppose.
Ryou says I'm not as passionate about our relationship as I once was. I never knew I was. It was just an act, something to get my mind off of these stupid feelings for the Pharaoh. I hate him, I want to kill him. I want to watch him suffer, to bring him to his knees and make him beg me for forgiveness. But, at the same time, I want to hold him, to touch him, to belong to him. I want to show him how much he means to me. I want to fill him with my essence and claim him as my own.
I've never felt this way about anyone. I have tried every day for the past year and a half to make myself feel this way about Ryou, but all I really feel for him is that love I suppose all yami/hikari pairings feel for one another. But, I can't let him know the truth, I can't hurt him. So I suck it up and hold him, wishing it was the Pharaoh who I was holding.
And it's terrifying me.
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[Yugi's POV]:
"So what do you suggest we do?" I ask Ryou. We're at a coffee shop. I had packed up the rest of my stuff and cleaned the house yesterday. Tomorrow Ryou and I are to leave early in the morning. We're meeting each other at the airport, we booked our flight in advance. I'm excited to go to Germany, but nervous at the same time.
Last night, just as I was about to go to bed, Ryou called me and asked if we could meet up somewhere the next day, we opted for the little coffee shop downtown. He told me about how Bakura was acting. After Bakura was free from Zorc's control, he didn't seem to bad. He seemed to really care about Ryou. Ryou tells me every day how much he loves his yami and how much he wished to make him happy. I know exactly how he feels, I feel the same way about Yami.
Ryou shrugs helplessly. "I don't know." he sighs. "No matter what I do, he won't tell me anything. He's closing up, on everything."
"Even sex?" I ask.
Ryou blushes. "Y-yeah."
"I know this may be a bit of a stretch, but do you ever feel like Bakura-" I start to say, but I'm not sure how to say it. I don't want to hurt Ryou. I know he cares deeply for Bakura.
"Yugi," Ryou says placing his hand on top of mine. "Don't be afraid to say something. If you have an idea of what's going on with Bakura, then please tell me."
I nod, taking a deep breath. "I don't know how to say this Ryou. You're my friend and I don't want you hurt, but I don't think Bakura loves you."
Ryou's eyes downcast. "I know he doesn't." he mutters.
"Ryou-"
"No, no." Ryou says holding a hand up to stop me. "I've known it all along, since we got together actually. He tried to mask it up, but I just ignored it. Oh gods, Yugi! What have I done? I just-"
"Ryou, look at me." I say taking the boy's hand in mine. He obeys, tears rimming his eyes. "Don't blame yourself. We're going to help Bakura, okay?"
"How?" he asks. "Yami hates him…"
I smirk and the white-haired Hikari gives me a curious look. "Let me talk to Yami, I've got a plan…." I say.
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[Yami's POV]:
"Alright, Yugi." I say closing the door of my bedroom. "What did you want to talk about?"
Yugi sits up from our bed, beckoning me over to him. I give him a curious look, but obey. Before I have the chance to sit on the bed, Yugi jerks my arm so I fall onto the bed, crawling on top of me and straddling me before I get a word in edgewise.
"Yugi, if you wanted to make love all you had to do was ask." I say reaching up to stroke the side of his face.
Yugi leans down so our foreheads connect, he closes his eyes and we breathe each other.
"We need to talk." Yugi says.
I arch my brow. "What for?"
Yugi cups my face in his hands, staring into my eyes.
"You do consider Ryou a friend, right?" Yugi asks.
"Yugi, you know that I do." I reply.
"Then you don't mind helping him right?" he asks.
I shrug. "Sure, what's going on?"
Yugi pulls away from me. "It's Bakura."
"Yugi, you just said that-"
"Ryou asked me to talk to you. He feels that Bakura is shutting down." Yugi says.
"And that's my problem because?" I snap.
"Yami, stop being so rude!" Yugi chatises. "I know you and Bakura were enemies for over 5,000 years, but the past is over. You shouldn't live in misery."
"Who's living in misery? I'm very happy with my life." I say.
"But Bakura isn't!" Yugi exclaims.
"Yugi, the tomb robber and I don't get along, even if I agreed to helping him, he's not going to listen to what I have to say. He hates me too." I say. "You'll have a better chance of getting Marik. Hell, even Mariku would suffice better!"
"You know Mariku is gone Yami and Marik is too egocentrical to care." Yugi points out. "You're the only one who can really help him. You and Bakura share a past, you share a bond that you can't deny. Please help him Yami, for me? For Ryou?"
I sigh. "Alright, Yugi. I'll talk to the tomb robber, but if he tries anything his ass is gone." I say.
"Thank you so much Yami." Yugi says leaning down, snuggling into my neck.
"Now then, since you're leaving tomorrow…" I smirk flipping us over, pinning my lover's wrists above his head. "I'm going to ravish you all night long, my beautiful little minx." I say before kissing him passionately.
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[Bakura's POV]:
Ryou is cuddled up next to me on the bed. I'm watching a horror movie. I force myself to run my fingers through his hair. He moans happily reaching for my hand. We intertwine our fingers together, resting both of our hands on my stomach.
"I love you." Ryou says looking up at me.
"Me too." I say.
"Are you ever going to tell me what's wrong?" Ryou asks.
"Are you ever going to stop asking me?" I snap.
Ryou moves away from me, at first, I think he's going to leave, so I sit up, but before I can sit up all the way he pushes me back on the bed, straddling me.
"Hikari, what are you-"
He cups my face, staring deeply into my eyes. The gaze makes me uncomfortable, yet warm at the same time. I'm not sure how to describe it. He stares at me for what seems like forever.
"I knew it." he mutters, getting off of me.
"Knew what?" I ask.
"Nothing yami." Ryou says. 'I'm going to bed."
Before I have the chance to say anything, he's gone. What did he mean by that? Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. Tomorrow, I'll get the house to myself and I won't have to worry about my lover constantly asking me what's wrong.
What isn't wrong?
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[Ryou's POV]:
Yugi and I had a talk at the coffee shop downtown about my brought up a point that I have been overlooking all this time: my yami is in love with Yugi's. Bakura would never outright tell me, but it makes so much sense. Bakura's side to the mind-link is always blocked, but sometimes it isn't and I can feel his emotions and hear his thoughts. Usually when he's in deep thought and doesn't realize his defenses are down.
I'm not sure how to feel about this. I want Bakura to be happy, but I thought he was happy with me, but he's not. Yugi told me that he believes that Yami got with him because he wants to be with Bakura. They've been enemies for so long that it's hard for them to truly open up and accept each other. I guess they were trying to stop those 'foolish feelings' as my yami would say. But if you're dreaming about someone then isn't it only natural to want them in real life? Yami and Yugi literally live three blocks away from me, Bakura doesn't have to be scared. He and Yami need each other. And Yugi and I will do everything in our power to bring them together.
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[Yami's POV]:
It's been about two weeks since Yugi and Ryou moved to Germany for school, and I have yet to see how my archenemy is doing. I know I should gone over there as soon as I had the chance, but I just haven't. I'm not scared of the thief, and I'm not avoiding him out of spite, I'm not sure what it is. I guess it's a mix of my hatred for him and the lack of not caring about him. Bakura wouldn't do the same for me, so why should I-
No. I have to go see how he's doing. Ryou loves him, for whatever reason. I promised Yugi I would check on the deranged man, and I plan on keeping my promise. I'll go over there after I close up the shop today.
After getting a shower and some breakfast, I start opening the shop, only to realize that today is Sunday and Mr. Muto never had the shop open that day. Just great, I don't have an excuse to go visit the tomb robber later. I might was well get this over and done with. I sigh, pulling on my jacket, locking up the Game Shop before heading out. It's a bit chilly due to the fact that it's October, but not too bad. I could take a taxi, but I feel like walking. It'll help clear my mind at what I'm going to say to Bakura. I always lose my temper around him and I can't do that today. I need to find out what's wrong with the thief so I won't have to keep coming over here, asking him.
I finally reach Ryou's house. It's nothing too fancy. Something nice a cozy. I knock on the wooden door and there's not answer. I try again after a few minutes, still nothing. I hear thunder begin to crackle. I knock on the door hard, only to have the door open on its on. I blink at the gap between, slipping through as I feel rain begin to platter. I shut the door, shrugging my coat off and putting it on the coat rack beside of the door.
"Tomb Robber," I call as I walk through the house. It's extremely dark. Of course it would be, Ryou's not here to turn the lights on. I walk further into the house, flicking on the lights as I go. I notice there's a flickering light in the back of the house. I walk towards the light.
I stop when I see the outline of Bakura's body on the bed. He's flipping through the channels of the TV at rapid speeds.
"How do you even know what's on?" I ask.
"Unlike you, Pharaoh I can see." Bakura snorts.
I don't respond, there's no reason to. I'm not here to argue with him, I'm here to help him, for Ryou's sake.
"So are you going to come in or did you come to stare at my fabulous naked body from afar?" Bakura sneers mockingly.
"You're naked?"
"You wish I was."
"Put some clothes on please. I came here to-"
"Talk." Bakura says. "I know. And I have clothes on Pharaoh. You believe everything I say, shouldn't you know I lie all the time?"
"How do I know that you're not lying about this then?" I ask.
I hear the sheets rustling before a loud clap is heard. Suddenly, light illumitates the room. Bakura is sitting up, his legs crossed with jeans and a black tank top, his hair pulled back.
"So now you know you want get a hard-on while being so close to me, why don't you sit down so you can tell me all about how your Hikari forced you to come here." Bakura says sickeningly sweet patting the bed with his hand.
I mutter under my breath, walking over to the bed. I take a sit, far away from Bakura. He gives me a look for a moment before returning to flipping through the channels. I stare at him as he does this. He doesn't even seem remotely interested in anything. Hell, I could have sworn I saw a horror movie three channels ago.
"Can I ask you something?" Bakura asks.
I blink. "Umm..sure." I say. What does Bakura want to ask me? He's acting strange. Why isn't he attacking me? It's like he wanted me to come inside. What's going on here?
"Why did you save me?" he asks.
Okay, out of everything he could have asked me, that definitely wasn't it.
"Ryou asked me to." I reply.
"Hmm." he says.
"Bakura," I say.
"What?"
"Nothing." I say.
We sit in silence for a moment.
"Do you want to go to the park?" I ask.
"Nope." Bakura says turning the TV off and throwing the remote across the room.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"You're breathing." Bakura replies tersely.
"We don't always have to be enemies." I mutter.
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[Bakura's POV]:
He came. I knew he would. Ryou's plan to get me to open up no doubt. Pathetic if you ask me, I'm not opening up to the Pharaoh. Why would I? It's just a waste of my time and his time. He shouldn't have came here, but he did and I will make this more interesting than it has been. I'm beyond bored and if I don't do something to anger him, then I might act on those foolish fantasies I've been having and I refuse to let him see that side of me. It's weakness.
I pull my knife out of the drawer, twirling it in my hand.
"What are you doing with that?" he asks nervously.
I look up at him, flashing him a smirk. "Nothing, sweetie." I say.
The Pharaoh narrows his eyes. "Alright, stop playing around Tomb Robber. I'm here to talk, not to witness your sick fantasies."
"But you're apart of my sick fantasies." I purr. I lean towards him. He tries to back away, but ends up on his back on my bed. I lean in closer so our lips are barely touching. His eyes are wide, staring up at me. My heartbeat quickens. I want him so bad, but this isn't the time to show my weakness. It's time to mess with the Pharaoh, it's much more amusing.
I sit back up and he composes himself.
"I'd rather not be in your mind thank you." he snaps. "Now then, get your ass ready because we're going out. I don't want to stay in this house all day."
"Then go home." I spit moving so I'm leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed, stretching my legs and crossing them. "No one said you had to come here. Hikari and yours asked you to. You should have said no."
"Well, unlike you, Tomb Robber I actually care about other people." he says.
"Oh yes because I'm so heartless." I spit. More angered at his words than I should have been.
"Who do you love?" he asks.
"No one that you need to concern yourself with." I say.
The Pharaoh stares at me for a moment. "Do you love Ryou?" he asks.
"No." I say automatically and immediately regret it. Shit. Why did I have to go and say that?!
"Then why are you with him?" he asks.
I shrug.
"I really think you need to get out of the house, Bakura." he says.
I look up at him. He called me Bakura. He's hardly ever called me that. It feels nice to be called by my name.
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[Yami's POV]:
I swear Bakura was about to kiss me when I fell back against the bed. And for some reason, I wished he had. I don't know why, I'm with Yugi and I hate this man, so why would I want him to kiss me?
Something is going on with him, I'm not sure what it is exactly, but I plan on getting to the bottom of it. He confessed that he didn't love Ryou. He seemed he regretted his answer, but the truth was bound to come out eventually. I think if Bakura got out a bit today, it would do him some good.
"If you don't want to go to the park, we can go somewhere else." I suggest. "I just feel you should get out of the house and clear your mind."
"What for?" Bakura snaps. "I'm thinking just fine."
"Then tell Ryou the reason that you don't love him." I say.
His eyes widen in horror. Dear Gods, what did I say? He looks like he just saw a ghost.
"Bakura?" I say worryingly.
He blinks, coming back into reality. "What?" he spits.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Let's just go." he grumbles, getting up and throwing some socks and shoes on.
"Where to?" I ask doing the same.
"Wherever." Bakura says.
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"Out of all the places we could have gone, we ended up in Kaiba Land?" Bakura groans.
"Well, I asked you if you'd like to go to all of those other places we passed by, but since you're Mr. Quiet, you didn't speak up." I say. "So we're going here."
"Whatever. Just don't go dueling because I don't want to sit here for thirty years watching you duel some loser." Bakura snaps.
We take a seat at a picnic table. Kids are riding the rides and others are dueling.
"I didn't even bring my deck today." I say.
"Hmm. It's too bad. I brought mine." Bakura says taking out said deck from his pocket and waving it in front of my face. "I thought you carried your deck everywhere, Pharaoh."
"I usually do." I reply. "But I didn't feel like it today."
"Hmm." Bakura says.
"Why do you like all those monsters in yours?" I ask.
"Because they're cool." Bakura says flipping through his cards in boredom. "Why do you like yours?"
"They're a part of me." I reply. "I feel like I'm connected to them somehow."
"You read too much into that game." Bakura snorts.
"You of all people should know that Duel Monsters is more than just ink on cards." I say.
"I know it is." Bakura says. "But that was when we were using our Kas and the ones you captured. LIke the fact that you had control of the gods, you must feel mighty."
"I was chosen by the Gods to protect the world from people like you." I hiss.
"You needed to be taught a lesson." Bakura says.
"You know that I had nothing to do with the death of your people, Bakura." I say.
"It doesn't matter you're still…"
"Do you still think about the past?" I ask.
Bakura gives me a look. "What do you think?"
"What happened to you isn't your fault. It's Zorc's." I say.
Bakura doesn't say anything. He looks down at his cards. I know this is making him uncomfortable. I can't imagine what Bakura went through. I may hate him, but no one deserves what Bakura's gone through.
"What's your favorite card?" I ask changing the subject.
"Hmm?"
"Your favorite card." I repeat. "What is it?"
"Dark Necrofer." Bakura replies.
"Wouldn't Diabound Kernel be your favorite?" I ask. "I mean isn't he based off of your Ka?"
"She." Bakura corrects.
"She?" I ask.
"Diabound is a girl." he says.
"Explain."
"I don't feel like it." Bakura says moving to put his deck back in his pocket, but I stop him by grabbing his wrists.
"Tell me." I say staring into his eyes.
Bakura stares right back. "Fine, but you better not laugh." he warns.
"Wouldn't dream of it." I say.
"I'm sure you've heard of transexuals before right?" he asks.
"Who hasn't?" I scoff.
"Alright, well then you should know they're people who are one sex on the outside and another on the inside." Bakura says. "My Diabound is the same way."
"Are you saying you knew what gender Diabound wanted to be?" I gasp.
"Not quite." Bakura says.
"Does it have to do with your family?" I ask.
"Yeah…" Bakura says looking away.
I take his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers together. He turns to look at me again.
"Tell me about your family." I say.
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[Bakura's POV]:
We ended up going to Kaiba Land. Oh joy! Annoying brats squealing and shouting like a bunch of crack whore monkeys. How pathetic, these fools getting so excited over nothing. Luckily the Pharaoh and I found a quiet spot where the picnic tables are located. He started asking me some strange questions and started acting extremely weird. Then again, he's always been about kindness. That's his thing. It's the reason he locked me away. He wanted to save everyone and he did.
He wants me to talk about my family. It's one thing to talk about Diabound and why I call it a 'she' instead of a 'he' when it clearly is a 'he'. But it's another when I'm forced to talk about my family. The thing is, I want to tell him about them. I want Yami and I to get along, but it will never work. I hate him, he hates me, yet I trust him with my very being and I don't know why.
"My father was the leader of the thieves in Kul Elna." I say. "I hardly ever saw him. He was always out on raids. I had an older sister named Koranna. She was nine years older than me. She helped raise me. I had a friend named Adom, who lived with us because his parents died before I was born."
"So you did have friends." the Pharaoh says.
"Yes, Atem, I had friends." I scoff rolling my eyes.
My enemy's eyes widened. "You called me by name." he whispers in disbelief. "Why?"
"Would you prefer Pharaoh, dumb ass, pompous bitch and royal dickhead?" I sneer.
"No, no!" Yami exclaims a bit too fast. "I just...I haven't been called that in forever."
"Your Hikari doesn't call you by your real name?" I ask.
Yami shakes his head. "No one does, that's why it was such a shock when you called me that and since it's you…then again, we do need to stop making fun of one another. You're really not that bad. I can see a lot of pain in your eyes."
"You read too much into shit that doesn't concern you, you know that?" I snarl.
"Why do you get so defensive?" Yami asks. "I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help you."
"Because Ryou and Yugi asked you to." I spit. "Not because you want to help me on your own."
"I-"
He doesn't finish. He's lost for words. He knows it's true. These strange feelings I have for him are getting stronger by the minute and I'll never be able to tell him how I feel because he doesn't want to know. He's doing this because of Ryou and Yugi and nothing more. It's sad how pathetic I've grown.
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[Yami's POV]:
It's been two months since Yugi and Ryou left for Germany and I had been spending almost every day over at Ryou's house to see Bakura. He's slowly opening up to me. We usually got into fights, but after a while we calmed down and talked. Sometimes we'd talk about our families, other times we'd talk about nothing at all. Just random small talk.
At first, I wasn't too thrilled on the idea of having to coax information out of the psychotic yami, but the more I was around him, the less I felt that way. For some reason every day around five when I'd close up the shop, I wanted to go see Bakura and I had no idea why. At first, I thought it was just some strange phase, but when he started entering my dreams then I knew I had to get to the bottom of this mess and fast. I shouldn't be having dreams about him, especially those kind of dreams.
We're sitting on his floor, dueling. I, of course, am in the lead. Bakura's not behind by far though. He is one of the best duelist I know.
"Do you ever miss being a pharaoh?" Bakura asks placing a card down.
"Sometimes." I admit, "but in all honesty, it's not what it's cracked up to be. And there goes your monster."
Bakura growls, throwing the monster in the discard pile, drawing more cards. "What do you mean?" Bakura asks. "Surely you adored being worshipped."
I roll my eyes. "You act like I'm the type of person who enjoys things of that nature. If I did, don't you think I would have torn down the Game Shop and built a replica of my palace?" I scoff.
"Why didn't you?" Bakura asks, attacking my monster. "Oh, wait you felt bad right?"
"That, and I just don't care about things like that, unlike you." I say. "And your attack failed."
"When doesn't it?" Bakura mutters under his breath.
I smile, placing two cards face down. "It's your turn, thief."
"I like things that I can't have." Bakura says. "It's a rush to be so close to something knowing you shouldn't take it, yet you do and everyone is looking for you."
"But it's wrong to steal. Those people worked hard for the things they bought." I say.
Bakura shrugs. "You do what you have to do to survive, Pharaoh. Unlike you, I wasn't pampered and given a silver spoon."
"You're living in a house, your bills are paid for, and you have food. Why steal in these days?" I ask.
"I told you, it's the thrill of being caught." Bakura answers attacking my monster. This time, I can't his attack and I go down 300 life points.
"You were caught before by my father's guards." I point out.
"Yes, I know." Bakura says through gritted teeth.
"Bakura?" I ask. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Atem." Bakura says. "It's your turn."
I sigh, drawing a card, attacking his monster. He tries to block my attack, but he fails. He's down to his last 500 life points. I have 1500 left.
"Did those guards hurt you?" I ask.
"Can we just drop this subject?" Bakura says looking down at his cards.
"Why are you always so closed up? You're allowed to feel emotions. Anger and hatred will only eat you alive. It's okay to cry, you don't have to be afraid." I say.
Bakura lets out a chilling laugh. "Who says I'm afraid?" he scoffs. "And now you're down to 200 lifepoints."
My eyes widened when I see the scoreboard. Well damn, Diabound Kernel really did a number on me. I had to think about this one. This monster is incredible.
"You are." I say putting my plan to take Bakura down into motion. "That's why you won't tell Ryou how you really feel. You're leading him on. And, every time someone tries to help you, you close up. You can't sit here all by yourself forever. You need someone to hold you, to love you."
"I have Hikari for that." Bakura snaps.
"But it's not enough apparently. If he was your true soul mate then you wouldn't be so depressed now would you? When I asked you if you loved Ryou, you would have replied with a 'yes' instead of a 'no'. You're hiding something, you had a bad past and I want to help you overcome it." I say.
"Why?" Bakura asks.
"Because we're friends." I reply.
We're friends? I suppose we are. Spending these last two months with Bakura has been the best two months of my life. He may be annoying and he may hate me, but I'm slowly starting not to hate him. I respect him a great deal. He's done some terrible things in his life, but the way he talks about his family with such passion and love in his eyes, I knew they weren't evil. No one is truly evil. He did what he did to save them. I can't hate him for that.
"I don't do friends." Bakura spits.
"Well you should." I say ending our game. Bakura growls, muttering Egyptian curses under his breathe. "It'll do you some good." I say putting my deck away. Bakura does the same.
We move to the couch. I'm waiting for Bakura to say something. I want to help him. I think if I can get to the root of this problem I can save him. I know Ryou loves him and Yugi believes I'm the only one that can truly help him. I want to, not just for Ryou and Yugi, but for Bakura as well.
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[Bakura's POV]:
These past two months have been horrible, yet amazing at the same time. Horrible because I'm around Yami and amazing because I'm around Yami. He wants me to tell him what happened when I was captured by the guards before I became the King of Thieves. I don't want to relive that. I don't want to feel the pain it'll bring me. He thinks I'm scared to feel, he believes I'm holding onto past grudges. I suppose I am.
We had been dueling for what seemed like hours. Of course, the Pharaoh won. No surprise there. Though, it was only by fifty life points so it's not too bad, but still…
He claimed that we were friends. I don't need friends. Even growing up, I didn't have a lot of friends. The children in Kul Elna were jealous of me because I was the Thief King's son. They would constantly pick on me and tell me I was a spoiled brat. I'm far from being spoiled. Adom was my only real friend. He was closer to my age than my sister was. He understood things that she didn't. Then again, we were nine years apart.
"You were raped weren't you?" Yami asks suddenly bringing me out of my thoughts. Our eyes lock with one another's. I clench my fists at my sides to keep from becoming weak. It's not working. He has me under a spell that's too powerful to resist.
I avert my gaze away from those crimson orbs that nearly make me lose it.
"Yes." I whisper angrily fighting back the tears that try to claim my face.
"I'm so sorry Bakura." he whispers taking my hand in his. It causes me to jolt, I'm unsure if he's even noticed or not. "No wonder you don't trust anyone."
"I trust you." I blurt out.
"You do?" Yami asks.
I turn to look at him. He's so beautiful. He's a treasure that's so close, yet so far away. Someone that has already been taken. Then again, I am the King of Thieves. I should just take what I want from him. But what do I want from the Pharaoh? We stare deeply into each other's eyes. I could stare all day into them. My heart threatens to rip out of my body and burst into a pile of flames and ignite into my soul.
"Did you ever have a lover?" Yami asks breaking us out of our trance-like state.
"Define 'lover'." I say.
"Did you ever date anyone?" Yami asks. "You know like what you and Ryou are doing? Did you ever love anyone?"
"No." I reply. "What about you?"
Yami shakes his head. "And what about sexual partners?"
I smirk. "I did have the biggest cock in all of Egypt, what do you think?"
Yami laughs. "Where do you get that arrogant attitude from?"
"My mother, I think." I reply.
"Was she like you?" he asks.
"Yeah…" I say.
"You'll see her again someday Bakura." Yami says putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Pharaoh, you know as well as I do that I'm going to be eaten by Ammunt when we die." I say.
"No you won't." Yami says. "I'll make sure of it."
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[Yami's POV]:
Bakura didn't deny that he got raped by my father's guards, so that's what I'm going to assumed happen. How often, which one exactly, if there was more than one, I will probably never know. It's hard to imagine the King of Thieves so helpless, then again this happened before he was the Thief King. I can't imagine how scared he was. If I were him, I wouldn't ever try to do anything to get caught like that again, but then again he might not have had a choice, but still…
Staring into his eyes made me feel things I've never felt before. I'm not sure what it is, but I hope it goes away soon. I love Yugi. I refuse to cheat on him. I let my chance to go into the afterlife go because I believed that I belonged here with Yugi and I do. I'm just here to help Bakura, now fall in love with him. Besides, even if I was falling for him, which I'm not, but if I was then I wouldn't have the same feelings return because Bakura hates me.
Then again, we are friends now. He's opened up to me a whole lot. He still has a long ways to go, and he told me that he trusted me. It made me feel happy knowing Bakura trusted me.
I should look away from his eyes, but I can't. They're so exotic, it's like I'm looking into his soul. I have the strangest urge to protect him, and I don't know why. What's wrong with me? Why do I keep having dreams about him? Why, when I'm at home, do I wish to be near this man? The one that nearly killed me in my own memories? Why do I want to hold him and touch him?
I'm not sure how or when, but we seemed to have gotten closer. My heart is begging for me to kiss him, to show him that he's always on my mind. I know I shouldn't do this, but…
I press our lips together knocking him onto his back on the couch. I close my eyes, massaging his soft lips with mine. At first, Bakura doesn't respond just as I'm about to pull away, he wraps his arms around my neck, kissing me passionately. The passion is so intense and incredible. I can't get enough of him, I want more. I need more.
We break apart after a while, panting. Bakura looks up at me with lust and something else I've never seen in him before. He brings me down for a kiss again, moving to bite down on my ear, trailing his tongue down my jawline to my collarbone and back up.
Bakura forces me to sit up. We stare at each other for a moment, just when I think he's going to kiss me again, he instead flips us over so he's on top instead pinning my wrists above my head. He moves to kiss the opposite side of my neck, grinding his hips into mine.
I moan, bucking my hips to increase the contact. I struggle to get my wrists free, but Bakura won't let me go. He moves to the hem of my shirt using his teeth to lift up the fabric he kisses my abdomen, sucking on the flesh. I gasp as he makes his way up to me.
"We should have some fun, Pharaoh." he says into my ear.
A shiver runs through me. I'm not sure what he has planned, but whatever it is, it's exciting me like nothing else. He gets up suddenly, going into another room for a moment before coming back with some rope.
"What are you going to do with that?" I ask eyeing him as he settles back where he was before on top of me.
"What does it look like?" Bakura scoffs. "I'm tying you up."
"Why?" I ask.
"Because it's sexy." Bakura says.
I laugh nervously. This is scaring me, but exciting me at the same time. I trust Bakura, I'm not sure why, but I want him to do this, I want this more than I should.
Bakura ties my wrists over my head with the rope. He leans down to kiss me again. I kiss him back. I want to kiss him forever. Bakura breaks the kiss, he pulls a pocket knife from his jeans.
"W-what are you going to do?" I ask.
Bakura doesn't answer, not with words anyways, he cuts the fabric of my shirt down the middle of it tearing the material off of me. Before I have a chance to protest, his lips are on mine once again, his tongue exploring the insides of my mouth making me struggle against the bindings. I'm sure my wrists are red by this point. He throws his own shirt off, tossing it aside.
Bakura makes his way down my body, trailing kisses down my chest and abdomen until he reaches the hem of my pants. Instead of taking them off like I want him to, he licks up my body. He continues this annoying teasing that's causing me to squirm, tightening the bindings I'm in.
Ryou's lover sits back up, staring at me for a moment then he moves to kiss my jawline.
"I want to touch you." he whispers to me, biting down my ear.
"G-go ahead." I gasp as my pants are taken off of me and Bakura's hand is just where I want it to be. I moan as he strokes my erection. I buck my hips up into his touch. I can feel his eyes on me, I open mine. Our eyes meet for a second, right before he takes me into his mouth. He sucks me, taking me fully into his mouth nipping at my sensitive flesh. I wrap my legs around him, keeping him pinned where he is. I guess he got the hint because he speeds up.
"Oh gods." I moan.
Bakura sucks me a bit longer, right when I'm on the edge, he sits up. I growl at the loss of contact. Bakura chuckles leaning down to kiss me. I kiss him back with such passion it scares me.
"I want you." Bakura says kissing me everywhere he can. "I want you so bad."
My heart is thrashing at this point. Every inch of me is telling me to let him inside of me, to let him take me. It's wrong, I know it is, but too intense, this feeling. I have to have him.
"Then take me." I gasp.
Bakura sits up. "Are you sure?" he asks.
Flashes of doubt run through my mind, but I nod anyways. Bakura goes into another room and comes back with a bottle of lube. He opens the top, about to squirt some on his fingers, but I stop him.
"Before you prepare me, I want these bindings off." I say.
Bakura gives me a look before nodding cutting them off with the knife that he had thrown on the coffee table earlier. I rub my wrists for a moment wrapping my arms around his neck.
"You've touched me," I whisper to him. "Now let me touch you."
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[Bakura's POV]:
The most erotic and detailed fantasies could never measure up to what's happening right now. Every touch I gave Yami was like nothing I've ever felt before. He let me tie him up, allowing me to touch him and do what I willed to him. The taste of his skin was nearly more that I could handle. When I kiss and touch Ryou, I don't feel this way. I hate that. I hate that I love hearing my enemy moan, see him squirm beneath me and beg me with his eyes and not my own lover. It's wrong in so many ways.
He's going to let me take him. I go into my room searching frantically for the lube. Where the hell did I put that shit at? Oh yeah, it's in Ryou's room. I go across the hall into my Hikari's room, pulling it out of the drawer. I don't even remember how it got there. Whatever. I go back into the living room where Yami is lying on his back. He looks so gorgeous lying there on his back, hard as a rock, sweat covering his body and those crimson eyes full of lust. It makes me want to fuck the shit out of him.
I open the cap to pour the lube on my fingers, but Yami stops me.
"Before you prepare me, I want these bindings off of me." he says.
I look at him for a moment before nodding reaching for my knife and cutting the bindings. He rubs his wrist. They're no doubt sore from all that squirming and thrashing he was doing earlier. Such beauty. He sits up, wrapping his arms around my neck.
"You've touched me." He whispers heatedly in my ear. "Now let me touch you."
Excitement like never before jolts throughout me. Yami kisses me before I have a chance to say anything and I return the kiss. I remove the rest of my clothes, sitting up so my back is pressed against the couch. Yami stares at me, roaming my body with his eyes. I watch him as he does. He finally gets the courage to touch me, his hands roam my body as he kisses down my body.
He uses the same tactic I had on him before and I love every second of it. I won't beg him to touch me, that's not in me. Yami gets up sitting on his knees on the floor between mine, taking me into his mouth. I gasp, bucking my hips wanting him to take me deeper. He obliges, sucking me hard and fast. I moan, grabbing his hair tightly. He nibs and licks me, causing me to gasp and pant. When I feel myself about to fall over the edge, I pull Yami away from me. He looks up at me curiously, I motion for him. He stands up and I pull him down so he's almost lying on top of me. We kiss for a while before I move to his neck licking from his collarbone to his ear.
"Have you ever been taken before?" I ask him running my hands down his back.
"No," he gasps.
I pull him away from me. "Good," I say. "Hand me the lube, I'm going to make this good for you."
Yami twists his body so he can get the lube off the table. I hold him so he won't fall. He hands me the bottle and I take it, squirting some of the contents on my fingers.
"Kiss me, it'll help you to relax." I advise.
Yami nods, leaning in for a kiss. I let him control the kiss while I prepare him. At first, he whimpers and tenses, but after I have three of my fingers in him, he's moaning and biting me. I take this as a sign he's ready and remove my fingers.
"Here," I say handing him the lube. "Put as much as you want on it, it's going in you after all."
Yami takes the bottle coating my erection, stroking it. He throws the bottle somewhere position himself over me before sliding down on me slowly.
I can feel every inch of him as he makes his way down on me. It feels beyond amazing. Yami leans against me, laying his head on my shoulder panting heavily once I'm fully sheathed within him. Every inch of me is begging me to move, to make him scream my name, but I restrain myself so he won't get hurt. I'm not sure why I care, the Pharaoh has been my enemy for over 5,000 years. I shouldn't care whether he's in pain, I should want to cause him pain, to kill him. And I still want to…
I gasp when Yami starts to move against me. He's sitting up now, staring down at me. He's so beautiful. Why does he have to be my enemy? More importantly, why do I feel this way about him?
I buck my hips harshly and he moans loudly in response. I pull him down for a kiss, tasting every inch of him. We break the kiss when we need to breathe. Yami gets off of me suddenly, pulling me up so I'm standing up. Before I have a chance to ask him what he's doing, he pushes me against the wall kissing me. I respond with just as much intensity and passion.
I break the kiss, turning him around. I pin him against the wall thrusting into him. Yami gasps, pants and moans as I continue to thrust into him. I kiss his neck, biting down my his shoulder. He bucks back against me, begging me to go deeper into him.
"You are so fucking hot and tight." I pant sliding out of him slowly then slamming back into him. Yami's arms shake and he bucks back against me. I reach around him, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
Yami's muscles clench tightly around my erection. I hiss in pleasure, biting down on his shoulder. Every passing second we both get closer and closer to our climaxes. I don't want it to end, I want this to last forever. This incredible feeling of belonging, of passion, of pleasure that's beyond my comprehension.
"Why did you stop?" Yami asks breathlessly.
I stopped? I hadn't realized I had. I respond by thrusting hard into him. He'd collide into the wall if not for his own arms bracing himself. I pull him away from the wall and his arms fall down at his sides. I pull out of him, turning him around I pick him up pinning him against the wall, sliding into him slowly. Yami wraps his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck, rocking against me. I lean in and kiss him before breaking said kiss and moving to kiss his neck.
He moans moving against me, begging me to go faster, harder and deeper. I groan, feeling him clench tightly around me. Yami grabs his erection stroking it, his head hits the wall behind him. He moans, clawing at my back with his free hand. I thrust into him hard.
"Shit," he pants.
"Are you close?" I ask breathlessly.
"Yes," he gasps.
"Cum for me baby," I say taking his hand away and replacing it with mine, stroking him in time with my thrust. His nails claw at my back in response.
"Bakura," Yami moans. His orgasm hits him hard. His muscles squeeze me with such pressure, forcing me to cum deep inside of him. I let out an involuntary groan from the feeling. I fall against him, both of us falling down the wall.
I stand up shakily. After I calm down enough to stop shaking, I help Yami to his feet. We find our clothes that are lying all over the living room and put them on. We take a seat on the couch, sitting in silence.
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[Yami's POV]:
Sex with Bakura was beyond amazing. I've never been on bottom before. Yugi and I hadn't gotten to that part of our relationship, both of us too scared to take the next step. Yugi is my lover, I should trust him with something like that, yet I gave myself to Bakura without even flinching. What is wrong with me? What's going on?
Every touch, every kiss, every time he moves within me it was beyond anything I've ever felt. The pleasure coursing through me was overwhelming. And the sounds Bakura was making as he thrust into me were sending me into orbit.
He had stopped in the middle of such intensity. I wasn't sure why, he never said. He just started back up again with even more passion than before. What I did was wrong in so many levels and yet, I'd do it all over again.
We're sitting on the couch now, fully clothed. I'm exhausted.
"That was incredible," I say staring up at the ceiling.
"Of course it was." Bakura snorts rolling his eyes.
We sit in silence for a while.
"Yami," Bakura says sitting up. "I need to tell you something."
I sit up. He sounds serious. What could he have to say that's so important?
"What is it Bakura?" I ask.
"I-" he starts to say, but he cuts himself off. We stare into each other's eyes. My heart quickens and the urge to touch him comes back tenfold. "I-Marik wanted me to see him today." he says getting up, grabbing his coat and walking out of the door.
I blink, staring at the closed door. Just as I'm about to get up, my cellphone rings, it's Yugi. I stare at it and the door, unsure of what to do: answer my phone and talk to my boyfriend, or find the man that makes me feel things I've never felt before.
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I know this is fairly long and it's not completed yet. I don't know what is with me and long chapters and stories, but whatever. This isn't going to be a long story, I plan on ending this next chapter so we get a two-shot this time around yay! :D. Now then, my lovelies, review! :D