Me: Yes, I'm writing another Tendershipping one-shot. As if the first one wasn't bad enough…-_- Anyways, this is Bakura's point of view from "Being Used." Somebody said I should make it into a story, but I decided just to write Bakura's feelings and stuff. Anyways, onward.

Disclaimer: I do not own either Bakura or Ryou.

Bakura smirked when he heard Ryou moan. He was really using him a little too much…

He let his hands wander up his hikari's shirt, loving the way he melted in his embrace. His lips attacked Ryou's, licking the bottom one, demanding entrance. There was no love in this kiss. Just desire. No, not desire to sleep with Ryou, just desire to get off. The desire to get rid of his fucking boner he had gotten from watching Ryou-from watching uhmm-

'Aw fuck it.'

Bakura had been sexually attracted to Ryou forever. He was ecstatic when Ryou practically got on his knees and begged Bakura to love him. Bakura agreed to it, but he played it off as if it was just for the sex. But in reality, there were…feelings behind his horniness. The first time he'd seen Ryou naked, his heart had been pounding in his chest. Whenever he watched Ryou do something that would usually bore him (such as cleaning the house) Bakura's eyes would glaze over, his face would get warm and he'd just feel so fucking pathetic!

He did not love! He was evil! Evil did not love. Evil did not need to love! All evil needed was a good fuck every now and then and they'd be alright. But no! Instead of just hating everybody like he had three hundred years ago, he had to go fall in love with the one person he hated more than anything. His hikari.

Learning he'd fallen for Ryou had pissed him off, so he tormented the boy. He gave him everything except for his love. He didn't whisper thing in his ear while they were screwing, like how beautiful the boy was, and how much Ryou really meant to him. He tormented him by being the sarcastic jack-ass Ryou loved so much. Maybe it was better off that way. Because evil did not deserve to love. Everybody Bakura had loved had died, and if Ryou died he would kill him!

…

That didn't make any sense, did it? Oh well, it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was that he was with Ryou. He might've been with several other guys at the same time, but his heart belongs to his light. Not that he'd ever admit it.

"Bakura, quit screwing around and screw me already!" Ryou demanded. Bakura smirked and did as he was told.

"You're lucky you're hot, or else I would've beat the shit out of you." He murmured, not meaning a word of it. Except for the hot part.

"Yeah, sure you would." Ryou said in between moans. "I love you…" Bakura paused at this. The younger boy had let it out by accident, but that didn't mean it wasn't true. Unable to keep his mouth shut, Bakura said it back. But he covered it up with sarcasm.

"I love you too."
Sure, Ryou might've thought it was a lie. But it was good enough for Bakura.

Well...That was a bit more...graphic than Ryou's story. But yeah, I just wanted to write that. Hope you enjoyed it. Now I'm going to go get some sleep before I pass out on the keybo-DFUIWEROHRGHHIWRJHPSRHFP