I can't believe that I actually wrote a follow up for this. Let me know if you liked it.


My dreams consist of nothing but Bakura when we fall asleep on the floor. He's with me, and for once, I'm completely content. But like all good things, this must come to an end. It comes to an end with Ryou's scream of terror, jolting me from my sleep abruptly. I open my eyes and Ryou's standing the doorway with a look of sheer horror on his face and he's screaming hysterically. Bakura jerks up onto his feet, yanks Ryou inside and shoves him against the couch.

"Stop screaming!" he snarls deeply. This only serves to make Ryou scream louder and longer as his face turns an unpleasant red. I stand up and sit down next to his tense form on the couch, one hand soothingly reaching for his.

"Shh, Ryou…" I whisper. "It's okay…it's okay…"

"Okay?" he gasps in a high voice. "You brought the person who tortured me for years back into my house and you're naked and…is that blood on my new carpet?" His breath becomes shallow and fast. "Oh…God…"

"Bakura, get me a paper bag," I say over my shoulder. He frowns and his eyes narrow.

"Why?"

"Just fucking do it!" I snap. Bakura glares at me before slowing walking into the kitchen and coming out with a paper bag. He thrusts it into Ryou's face.

"Here, hikari. Take your paper bag," he says sarcastically. Ryou flinches like it's a snake and bats it away. I sigh and pick it back up off the ground.

"Ryou, he's not going to hurt you. I promise he won't."

Ryou has gone uncharacteristically quiet and still. He's staring at the blood stain on the carpet, which isn't as big as I'd feared. His eyes are wide and unblinking. "Marik…I think I'm going to move out for a couple of days to get my head straight."

I blink. "Ryou, this is your apartment."

He's shaking all over and I can't exactly hug his since he's flinching whenever I look at him. "I'm…I'm sorry…I just cannot stay here…I'm going to stay with Yugi for a few days…" He stands up roughly and rushes into his room, where the door is slammed behind him and locked audibly.

Silence settles over the living room. Bakura finally grunts and flops down on the couch beside me. "That could have gone better."

"That wasn't exactly how I wanted him to find out."

"Well, it's not like we can change his mind." He grins wickedly. "We could knock him in the head until he forgets."

"You know, he's absolutely terrified. I moved out here to help him when he kept having nightmares of you. He's gonna have nightmares again and now I won't even be able to help him because he's fucking terrified of me," I grump angrily. My arms fold on my chest. "You had to be an impatient Sally last night and couldn't wait until we got to my bed, so we got caught and now there's a bloodstain that I have to scrub out before it becomes virtually impossible to. Nice going, Bakura."

"Hey, this was your birthday wish. I didn't hear you complaining about it last night," he snaps back.

"Maybe because last night you had your dick up my-"

Ryou's door unlocks and opens slowly. His terrified face comes out first, followed by his body and a suitcase full of clothes. He swallows and shifts awkwardly from foot to foot. "Okay, I'll be going now…"

Bakura stands. "Hikari…"

Ryou cowers against his door and holds up the suitcase. "Don'thurtme!" he cries. "Please!"

The fear in his voice makes Bakura stop and my heart break. All those years of talking out his problems about Bakura are gone in a single second. Everything we've done to get him back on his feet is wasted.

All because of me. And my stupid wish to have Bakura back. Goddamn my stupid, thoughtless heart.

"Ryou, I'm sorry!" I call out, standing up. He lowers the suitcase a little to peer at me. "I'm sorry Ryou. It's my entire fault. It was just a birthday wish that came true."

He still looks scared, but the suitcase has lowered all the way down. "A…a birthday wish?"

I nod and his fearful gaze turns to Bakura. "You're…you're not going to hurt me?"

Bakura shakes his head and steps away. Ryou relaxes slightly against the door. There's still fear in his eyes and face, but he isn't completely as terrified as he was. His eyes close briefly and finally he drops the suitcase. "Okay. I'll stay. But…but…just…just wait until I'm more comfortable with you, okay? I just can't deal with this yet."

Bakura opens his mouth, but I cut him off. "Of course, Ryou. We can do that." I look down and blush. "Maybe we could start by putting on clothes."

A glimmer of a smirk flashes across his face and he nods. I stand, take Bakura's arm, and pull him into my room. Ryou picks up the suitcase and disappears into his room. "Well, at least we got him to stay," Bakura remarks.

"Just don't talk to him for a while. Put these clothes on and stay in here."

He kisses me out of the blue. "I still don't regret anything."

I think to Ryou's high pitched scream and the look of sheer horror on his face when he first saw us. "I do regret not going into my room when we were done."

He shrugs. "Okay, I do regret that. But at least you don't have to lie to my hikari."

"Yeah, there's that." I smile and pull Bakura down for another kiss. "Tonight, I get to top. Last night fucking hurt."

"In your dreams."

"I'm gonna have to soundproof this room," I sigh. "Or Ryou will never get any sleep."

Bakura grins. "Does that mean we're gonna have lots of sex?"

I can keep from face palming. "Yes, Bakura."