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Note: Boy on boy. Language…dass it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Meals were served to the patients in a large room full of circular tables. The room could fit about one hundred and fifty people and the twenty staff members who watched over them. They served several dinners in a day so they could get everyone fed.

Meals had always been a bit different for Ryou. Because of the severity of his 'illness' he had been sent to an asylum for adults, where the doctors were qualified to help him. But he had always been a bit too young to be allowed to eat with the other patients. Which is why he sat with the nurses in their break room for his meals.

Ryou sat with a few of them, slowly transferring carefully sliced pieces of meatloaf from his plate to his mouth. They were talking amongst themselves, swapping horror stories of patients and hospital gossip; while Bakura was pacing behind his chair. "We're going to have to be really careful with this one, Ryou. I think if we can play our cards right we could be out of here within the month. It's about bloody time too. Eight fucking years I've wasted here… though that's nothing compared to my time in the ring but it's still too long for my liking… and stop eating that now, you're going to get fat," he commanded angrily. Ryou put his still food-laden fork down and sat back in his chair. He stood up to throw away the still large amount food on his plate.

"Ryou, honey. Are you finished already?" asked one of the nurses. He nodded at her. "You didn't eat much..." she commented. He laughed.

"I'm watching my girlish figure," he joked with a roll of his slim hips that would give dirty thoughts to a rock and made Bakura skim an ethereal hand up his light's side. Ryou didn't even blink. The nurses laughed, seemingly appeased for the most part.

"You sure sugar? You haven't been eating a whole lot lately." He hesitated for a second trying to think of a good lie.

"Yeah, the new meds my doctor put me on kinda took away my appetite," he said with a shrug. She nodded sympathetically.

"You should tell her about that the next time you talk to her." Ryou nodded, though he knew he wouldn't.

"I'm gonna go back to my room. Is that okay?" he asked. It always was, but he asked because it made them think he was a good kid. It seemed normal and that's what he needed to do to get out.

Before he could leave there was a knock on the door, a light thrumming of knuckles against the fake wood, as if the knocker could care less if he was heard. They turned to see an orderly leaning lazily against the doorway. His eyes swept the room and settled on Ryou.

"Hey, your doctor got switched to a patient a couple of floors up. You're going to meet your new doctor tomorrow at the normal time. I'm sorry." He didn't sound sorry. He sounded bored.

"Ryou shrugged and plastered a smile on his face while his stomach dropped.

"What's her name?' he asked. The orderly flipped through a few pages on his clipboard and ran a finger down it.

"Him. Dr…Roy Lestworth. You'll get to talk to him tomorrow." Ryou nodded, thanked the man, and started to leave for his room.

"Ryou?" the nurse called him. He turned. "Are you okay?" He smiled and nodded like he was supposed to and fled from the room.

Bakura paced from one end of the room to the other once again. Ryou watched from his seat on his bed.

"What the hell is her problem? Leaving us like that? How many of these idiots are we going to go through before we're released?" he demanded angrily. His light remained silent, merely pulling his knees up tighter against his chest. He buried his face in his knees.

"Did I do something?" he asked. Bakura stopped. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked.

"Ryou…" his yami sat on the bed next to him. Opening the mind like allowed him to feel the torrent of emotions that Ryou was suffering. Bakura put his hand on his shoulder.

"I-" his voice cracked. "I didn't m-mean to…why did she leave me?" Suddenly Ryou looked up at hm. The pain reflected in his wide mocha eyes…" You won't leave me, right Kura?" He switched his position onto his knees, hands hovering inches from Bakura's body. "Please don't leave me…" his voice broke again and a few tears slid down his face. Bakura wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's shoulders, pulling his hikari to him. Ryou pressed himself desperately to his yami.

"No. I'll always be here," he assured the panicked boy. Ryou desperately pressed hi s side against his yami's chest and stomach. Bakura wrapped his long legs around Ryou's tiny body as the boy curled himself into a fetal position. Ryou's slim body quaked with the intensity of his grief. Nobody had ever stayed with him. His mother and sister left him when they died, and his father left him when he had been hospitalized. His physicians left him…but Bakura never had. Not since he met him 8 years ago. He had been the only constant in his life.

He got his breathing under control but couldn't stop the flow of tears. He needed something stable and constant. He needed something that had always been there, and always would be. His panicked mind flitted from one inconstant to the next…until he found his salvation.

Suddenly he wasn't close enough, couldn't get close enough. He pulled away enough to make eye contact with his darker half. He needed this. He needed to feel wanted, and loved, and useful, but mostly he needed to feel like he wasn't alone. So he resorted to the only thing that had ever been constant through his life for as long as he could remember.

"F-fuck me." Bakura froze. Ryou had always been afraid of sex. He tried to avoid it, get out of it, or when all else failed to passively wait for it to be over; but he never asked for it. He was obviously in pain, but…willing sex with his hikari….

All the time Bakura took to decide only panicked Ryou more. Did he not want him anymore? Wasn't he good enough? "P-please!" he begged, voice cracking again as his heart sped up. He was so afraid of Bakura leaving him. He needed proof that he still loved him, proof that he was still at least in lust. Bakura hesitated for one more second and Ryou snapped.

He pushed his lips hard against the older boy's in a crushing attack of a kiss. The need was killing him, the threat of loneliness held at bay only by the contact of his yami's skin. He pulled Bakura's shirt open, desperately seeking more. Ryou's hands trembled as he shoved the offending garment off his shoulders. It was only when Ryou pressed his entire body weight against Bakura, pushing him down onto the bed forcing him to the bottom, that he stopped passively letting his hikari take over for once. He flipped the smaller boy and roughly pushed his tongue into the boy's mouth. Bakura straddled Ryou's hips and placed his hands on the bare skin of his flat stomach raising his hands, pushing off the shirt. Ryou sucked in a breath at the feeling of Bakura's hands on his sensitive skin of his sides. The shirt was deposited on the floor as Bakura switched hi s attention to Ryou's neck, nibbling and biting.

But there was no time for this! He didn't want…couldn't wait for the foreplay. The nod was crushing; it sat on the edge of his consciousness ready to pounce and destroy him. The threat of it was what made him pull Bakura closer. He needed more— more of something he had no words for, though he begged for it anyway. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease…" over and over, like a mantra. He needed to be close to someone, something he had no name for spurred him on with an aching relentlessness that threatened to engulf his every other sense, his mind, his everything if it was not satisfied. The Need took form, encroaching up on him with razor teeth barred and in the face of such danger Ryou could only hold closer to his darker half and beg for mercy.

His throat closed up and a sob escaped his lips. His eyes squeezed shut, trying to stop the flood of tears but was powerless against them. Powerless over his life in the hospital, his doctors, his medicine, and his Yami, even over sex. He couldn't even make Bakura stop waiting and just…just… "Please Bakura! Please just do it! I need—!" He ran out of words to express what he was feeling, could do nothing to communicate the level of fear and loneliness he felt. "God I can't breathe!" he gasped.

And then it came, the first bit of contact. Bakura shoved Ryou's pants and boxers to the floor, followed by his own shirt. He pressed his body against his hikari's and his hands against the younger boy's hips and ran his hands roughly up his sides again, but this time it had nothing to do with getting Ryou naked faster; this time it was in a desperate attempt to quell the boy's skin hunger. Ryou's desperate sobs and gasps evened to a smoother from of hyperventilation but his face was still wet with the tears still streaming from his eyes.

"Better?" Bakura asked in a whisper. Ryou swallowed hard, trying to gain control of his frantic breathing and nodded.

"Please…" he paused, blushing. "I-in me?" Bakura, having decided sex was in a good idea, sat back enough to push apart Ryou's long, slim legs. The question of lube entered and exited his mind. He shoved his fingers in his mouth and made a motion to start preparing Ryou.

"No! Just…go!" Bakura raised an eyebrow, but spat on his palm. He shoved his pants off in a single motion and passed his wet hand over his erection. Ryou watched all of this with a mixture of apprehension and impatience. He didn't want to wait for the foreplay, but the idea of Bakura's girth pushing in him dry made him cringe.

"You're sure?" Bakura asked. This was Ryou's last chance to back out, there was no 'please stop it hurts' after this. He nodded and closed his eyes. Bakura thrust himself in and Ryou let out a scream. It was tight, and it hurt. He bit down on his lower lip to stop from screaming another time. It was a normal sound in the asylum, but not from his room.

He was tight, he was almost too tight. It took effort for Bakura to push inside the smaller boy. He bent closer to get a better angle. Ryou took a shuddering breath. He still needed more, so he reached up to pull Bakura closer. He let out a little hiss of pain as the movement changed the angle into something painful. "No, don't move Ryou. I can just barely get in as it is…" Bakura told him. He pushed Ryou's arms down on the bed and pinned them there. It pacified Ryou and made Bakura feel more in control. After finding the angle again he pushed in and out a few more times to learn the path, then paused. Ryou looked up at him with wide eyes. He leaned down to kiss him hard, nearly bruising him. "This is going to hurt." And with no other warning he harshly pistoned his hips, forcing himself inside his hikari. Ryou's eyes widened further. It hurt. Bakura crashed through him, ripping through his body's defenses with no thought for how it felt to Ryou. His hands clenched the sheets and he turned his face to the side. Another minor change in angle had Bakura groaning and Ryou screaming, but for reasons this time. Bakura named that spot again and again as Ryou gasped and writhed. He bent his head to Ryou's neck and bit savagely down. The skin broke, and blood pouted to drip onto the pillow. Ryou cried out as white liquid splattered Bakura's stomach and chest; his clenching sent Bakura over the edge and he filled the boy. Bakura collapsed on top of him after pulling out. They both lay panting on the bed. Ryou stared up at the ceiling and Bakura at the wall. For a few moments they listed to each other breathe. After a while Bakura turned his head to look at Ryou.

"Feel better?" he asked again. He was genuinely concerned. A broken toy would need fixing quickly; and if he was being honest with himself he was worried about Ryou. All these years with mental patients and nurses and having meds forced down his throat had been hard on him. Ryou was not schizophrenic, but he wasn't the picture of mental health either. He watched Ryou blink and swallow, watched his slender Adam's apple bob up and down.

"Yeah. A bit…" he turned to meet Bakura's gaze, and then seemed to lose his courage. "T-thank you…" he said, staring at Bakura's chest and not his eyes. He tentatively touched a finger into his own seed on Bakura's chest. "What do we do about this?" he asked. In the past most of the mess had been swallowed or washed down the drain. He looked back up at Bakura's face, but his eyes were locked to Ryou's left shoulder. Ryou became aware of the pain them, the afterglow of orgasm fading quickly, and realized he was still bleeding. "Ah-" he started.

"Wipe up the mess with a sock, spread the blood under your nose and call for a nurse. Tell her you had a nose bleed and need to wash your face in the bathroom. Rinse out the sock and clean out the bite." He said it as if Ryou was to do all of this by himself, but Bakura was already wiping himself clean with the sock. He pulled Ryou closer and mopped up the line that was sliding down his thigh. Ryo's face flushed and his stomach flipped when he realized where the line was coming from. This was the first time Bakura had emptied himself inside Ryou.

Bakura dipped his fingers in the little pool of blood on Ryou's neck and spread it around his face. Picked up a shirt and tugged it over Ryou's cottony head and handed him the sock. He stuffed it in the pocket of the shirt.

"Now call a nurse." The younger male nodded and stepped over the door. It wasn't locked at night, but you still needed to call a nurse if you wanted to go anywhere.

"Hello?" he wasn't sure who was working that night. Miss Wanda came over from the nurse's station. Miss Wanda was a psychology student at a nearby college. She was interning at the hospital for her diploma. She was one of his favorite nurse's; she always made a fuss of him. Ryou held his fingers up to his nose like he would if he really had a nose bleed.

"Hey hun, what's—Oh my goodness what happened?" She grabbed his hand as if he might feint.

"I h-had a nose bleed…" he stammered. Bakura floated behind him, staying silent.

"Well I can see that!"

"Can I go to the bathroom to wash it off?" She nodded and led him down a hallway, hands still on his shoulders she let him going to the bathroom alone.

"Good boy Ryou." Ryou walked through the door and pulled the sock out of his pocket. He put it in the sink and turned on the water. He eyed the shower, but decided it would be a bit over the top for a nose bleed.

The sink was sufficient to clean himself in.

"You did well. You're very smart, she believed you." Ryou smiled at the praise.

So, the therapy scene will be next chapter, and I'll get that out soon, promise. Um…reviews please?