Chapter 4: Hold me

Third night. Third night in the week when Ryou was woke up from his sleep by feverish nightmare. It was two weeks after the incident with Bakura. Ryou was afraid to sleep and more often he woke up with screaming or crying. He was glad that Amane was still in Europe. His sister called him yesterday that her plane was delayed and she would return at the morning. She would quickly found out what was wrong with him and Ryou didn't want to bother her with his problems. Especially when she was so busy with her work.

Shaking, he threw the blanket away and got up. It was two at the morning and there was no chance that he would be able to rest. He was too afraid to do that. Ryou didn't know what to do. As soon as Amane returns back she will find out. That was something he was seriously afraid. These nightmares were slowly killing him. Ryou needed to get it out of him but he didn't know to who tell about it.

For a second he thought about Bakura. His pale cheeks turned pink when he thought about him. Ryou found out more and more hard to stay calm in his presence. He didn't know when exactly it started but it was there. Every time he looked around he hoped that Bakura would be somewhere around. Somewhere near to him. It was just so nice to feel that way he felt around Bakura. Safe and protected. He wasn't sure when he felt this way for the last time.

Ryou went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. It didn't help him from the fear he felt but at least it clear his thoughts. When he looked at himself in the mirror he chuckled. He looked terrible. The nights without enough of sleep left a mark on him. Under his eyes were black strips and overall he looked like death itself. He let his forehead rest at the cold surface of the mirror and sighed. If only he knew what happened to him.

There were so many possibilities what could happen. The mist was hiding almost everything. It was so confusing. Part of him wanted to know so desperately it was almost painful. But part of him wanted forgot everything. It was unconscious. Like a pray of his soul.

His mind wanted to know for a logical reason. His soul wanted to forget for an emotional reason he didn't even remember. With a deep sigh Ryou pulled back. In his mind was stuck a crazy idea. Maybe a walk will clear his head.


The streets were absolutely quiet. Half past two at the morning wasn't exactly the right time for street activities. Bakura cursed his bad luck again and speed up. If he would be lucky he could get home in one hour. As if it wasn't enough that his car broke down his mobile went to hell as well so he couldn't even call for taxi. With another curse he turned left at the corner and bumped into someone. He was about to beat the shit out of that person when he realized who it was.

"Ryou? What the hell are you doing out so early at the morning?" he asked him and helped him back on his feet. Ryou gave him a sweet smile.

"I was about to ask you the same question, 'Kura!"

"You gonna catch a cold if you won't wear a jacket. It's kinda cold!" Ryou smiled at him and wrapped his arms around his body. Bakura was right; it was truly cold night.

"Idiot!" murmured Bakura and took his jacket off. He wrapped it around the shivering boy and frowned at him.

"Do you care to tell me what are you doing out?"

Ryou whispered something what Bakura couldn't hear.

"What?"

"I said; I couldn't sleep! I thought that a walk would be good for me!"

"As I said before. Idiot! I will take you home. Amane would kill me otherwise!"

"You don't have to…" started protest Ryou but Bakura didn't listen to him. Without any other word he grabbed Ryou's arm and started walking. The younger boy frowned and then sighed. Arguing with Bakura was impossible. He didn't bother to listen. He simply did what he wanted to do. The walk back to Amane's place was silent. It didn't took them long to reach the house.

Bakura took out the spare keys and opened the door. Amane and Ryou considered their friend as a part of family so they treated him like that too. Once they were inside Bakura noticed that Ryou was now openly shivering. The sight of the boy trying to warm himself was breathtaking. Again, Bakura thought when it happened that he fell for this little wonder. He could see that Ryou was tired. There was no other better thing to do than the one he wanted.

Gently, Bakura picked Ryou up in a bridal style and carried him into his bedroom. The boy didn't protest. First he was too tired for it and second … it felt so good to be in Bakura's arms. He almost fell asleep but fully woke up when he was laid down on his bed. It took him only moment to see that Bakura was about to leave. Without thinking he grabbed his hand.

"Stay!"

"What?"

"Please, Bakura, stay here!" his voice was only whisper so quiet that Bakura had problems to hear it. Slowly, he sat down next to Ryou.

"I know I'm childish but I had a very bad dream. It's not for the first time. I'm really scared to sleep. Could you please stay here for night?"

Bakura didn't say anything. He simply took his clothes off and laid down only in his boxers and undershirt next to the frightened boy and took him into arms. Never before he wanted to protect someone so much. Gently he pressed his lips against Ryou's forehead and stroked his back with his hand. Ryou relaxed and snuggled closer to him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I'm not sure but I think it's from my past." Ryou lift his head and looked at Bakura. His face was almost invisible in the pale light of the moon. But Ryou still could imagine the sharp features so clearly as during the day.

"Amane said that I shouldn't worry about it and I don't but these dreams just hunt me. I guess I was dating someone but I don't remember the face, name or anything else. It was probably before the accident and had a connection with it. But I'm not sure of anything. I want to remember but I'm afraid of it at the very same time." From Ryou's eyes started falling tears. He hugged Bakura more tightly.

"I know I'm an idiot but, Bakura, I'm so scared. I know that something very bad happened. Sometimes I remember my time in the hospital. Well, I guess it's from the hospital. Like in a nightmare I remember a clearly white room and the voice of Amane when she was crying and begging me to wake up." His sobbing brought him even more shaking than when he was cold.

"'Kura, I …" he didn't finished. Bakura kissed him fully on his lips. The older man felt extreme anger at the person who hurt Ryou and now even more since he learnt more. He didn't understand how could anybody to hurt something so pure like Ryou was. Bakura's hands slipped under Ryou's shirt and gently stroked his back. This time the boy didn't pull away. He was responding Bakura's on his own and the other one moaned when he felt his fingertips softly touching the back of his neck. It was so unfair that Ryou was still dressed. Maybe he should do something about it.

Because Bakura didn't want to scare Ryou out he tried to be as slow as possible and give his love the time to pull away whenever he wanted or felt for it. But it never happened. Ryou didn't stop him. For a moment all his fears were forgotten and he gave in. Though it was hard to resist Bakura when he was doing things like that. Every butterfly kiss was leaving Ryou more and more sensitive to everything what was happening to him.

Somewhere along the way Ryou lost his shirt and jeans, not that he minded. He didn't even care. All he was about to focus was Bakura who was able to bring such an incredible pleasure to him. He didn't understand how he managed to let him feel so protected as well. Ryou wanted to drown in these feelings. The feelings he had for Bakura.

It felt good. It was better than anything he felt before. Every touch and kiss sent him to place where he never was before. He liked it. He wanted it more than anything else. Maybe it wasn't the best idea. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to do right then. But Ryou didn't care. He gave in. He gave into Bakura and the world around was forgoten.


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