[Authors note: I have no idea why it took me so long to post this because it was basically already written. I guess I forgot about it or something. I had no idea that it had almost been a year. Anyway, basically I know where this story is going which is a good thing. Trust me, that's a very good thing. I t means that I don't have to think. There are about to be several interesting plot twists including exposure, visits from Ryou's family and murder. Yes, murder. Trust me, it won't be as amazing as I make it sound...or maybe it will. What do I know? Anyway read, review and enjoy.

Warning! This is my disclaimer, read it: This chapter does contain a lemon. Despite how terribly I write and it's the first one I've actually tried on [feel free to laugh and point and tell me how terrible I am in a review] I did let you know before you read it. I try to do that anytime there's something sexual in a chapter. There is a reason why I make all my stories [almost all] Mature rating. So anyway, some of you have been waiting for time and others of you don't care. That's alright also. Anyway, please review at the end and tell me what you thought. Expect an update sometime...soon. Soon being within the next month. Yes, at least I'm not leading you on.

30 minutes in heaven

Ryou visibly paled more as he gently pulled his hand away from the other man. He glanced behind him as if there were some form of proven escape method but all he saw was the still open fridge and pantry. Neither was going to do him any good at this point at getting away from a currently bored looking spirit. The man in question stood leisurely at the exit of the kitchen watching him with dark bored eyes as if expecting him to charge his way out sometime soon. That may have been an idea for someone else, just not Ryou. His usually calm nature had come to a head in the last few days but he wasn't violent.

"Gonna run?" He questioned watching Ryou search the kitchen. "To be truthful I gave you way longer than most to warm up to me. I wanted you to love me like I do you but I don't know if that's possible for someone who clasps themselves in a shell tighter than Yugi's leather jeans. Today I'm going to find out exactly what you've been hiding whether I have to pry open the shell myself or not. You're going to show me everything Ryou. Everything."

Ryou watched as the other man took a slow step forward before reaching into the sink and pulling out a knife. He nearly smiled at his luck for once.

The man snickered, "Ghosts don't bleed Ryou nor can you cut them. Put the knife down before I add to the scars already annoying me on your skin." He grabbed the silver instrument watching the desperation in the other's eyes. "There's something there that you don't want me seeing but I don't know what." He slid the knife out of the others hand before dropping it firmly back into the sink. He ran his fingers through the others neckline to the small of his back with an interested expression. This boy was his reason for still being here and he didn't even see it. The last thing he wanted was to scare him away but he guessed it couldn't be helped in this case. There had been ample time and the boy still hadn't come around so now it was time to drag him kicking and screaming.

"Bakura, you don't really want to do this." He whispered barely able to keep his legs from shaking. "I mean, you hate me. Everyone knows that you hate me and the only reason that you stick around here is because…" He paused before frowning. Well, that was something he had never managed to figure out on his own. He didn't know why someone who hated him so much stuck around to wait for him to get home from school. He didn't know why someone who hated him so much took so many pictures of him. He didn't know why someone who hated him so much had kissed him in front of his two best friends. Now that he thought about it, it was almost as if the man didn't hate him at all. It almost seemed more like he, no, that couldn't be true. Bakura didn't love him. He'd never love him.

The other white haired man rolled his eyes. "Actually, I do want to do this. I think there's a lot of things that you need to understand about the real me and I'm planning on showing you." He loosely grabbed the other by the scruff of his neck before beginning to drag an unwilling Ryou towards his bedroom. The boy struggling in his grasp every step of the way though the movement didn't matter a bit to the ghost. He actually liked the idea of the other struggling, it made things more interesting.

"Please Bakura, I promise this isn't what you want." He whimpered his voice sounding more defeated the further they moved down the hallway. It was almost as he already knew the outcome of his words. "There's nothing you can do in thirty minutes besides embarrass me." He whispered so quietly the other almost didn't hear him.

He laughed lightly shaking his head slightly. "You think that but I'd be happy to show you otherwise." He said kicking open the others bedroom door with ease. "I would have taken you to my room but I've already made you uncomfortable. You've already expressed your distaste for my room so I believe this room will do so much better."

The other half screamed the fever in his movements picking back up again as Bakura tossed him on the bed boredly. "Please stop this!" He nearly screamed which almost surprised Bakura. He had never heard the other above a whisper. "I don't want your help anymore. I'll figure this out on my own, I'm sorry for asking you."

He shook his head, "That won't be working Ryou, you know that. You're a smart boy." He gestured over his shoulder to the others school books. "Look at all those advanced books you have, you're real smart." He chuckled softly to himself as if he had said something entertaining. "Let's get down to business. Strip."

If it was physically possible the white haired boy paled more than ever. "I-I can't." He mumbled under his breath holding his arms where all the cuts lined in crisscrossing patterns. "Please, please don't make me Bakura."

The man scoffed, "I'm not asking you to strip Ryou, and this isn't a democracy. Strip, do it now."

Hot tears bubbled in the boys eyes as he slowly but surely began to unbutton his shirt. He attempted to move as slowly as he could but before he knew it he was done and was forced to slip it off. Next he started on his dress pants popping the button with ease and then sliding his slender fingers down his zipper before wriggling them down his legs. Before he knew it he sat there in his boxers keeping an intense eye conversation with the floor in front of him.

Bakura sighed using a finger to push the other over watching the poor rag doll tumble over like it had no life. He leaned over the others body slowly before nodding. "It's going to take some of these time to heal but they definitely should if not leave a decent scar. As far as you're concerned there will be no more cutting…" He watched the other open his mouth to speak before shaking his head. "You asked for my help and I'm giving it to you. If you want to stay in your own little world where nothing bad happens and you feel safe then you're going to have to stop." He frowned as more tears slipped down the others cheeks and reached a hand forward wiping them away. "Hey, hey, that's what's best Ryou." He knew the other didn't understand, he didn't understand that well himself but he was positive that the boy was killing himself. Where would he be without Ryou?

The other glared, "You don't understand. No one understands, they'd never understand and I..." He whimpered when Bakura captured his lips lightly with his own. If it was a whimper of annoyance or confusion Bakura couldn't be too sure as he shifted Ryou's hair out his face. He could faintly taste his tears on his lips as he delve deeper twining his tongue with the younger boy. He had to stop that crying somehow.

He nearly gasped when the others arms wrapped around his neck keeping him in place. He continued the kiss working his hands down in a systematic order starting first on his shoulders and roaming downward over pert nipples pulling back as the boy flushed lightly and whimpered. Was this truthfully a new side of his Ryou?

He gently licked his way down taking several minutes to lay there and suck on the others neck the boy lightly panting under him. Ryou didn't once make a move to get away from him but he was still hesitant to go any further with someone so unusually reserved. The boy already had a traumatic day, the last thing he needed to do was make it worse than it already way. Though, he was pretty sure he had already done that at least he was trying.

"Bakura." The boy gasped softly under him running his fingers down the others back. "Please, please Bakura." Ryou watched the other pull back and stare at him. "Don't let them take me away. Please, help me Bakura. You're the only person who I can trust."

He nodded laying his head on the others shoulder smirking. About time, he had been working for this forever. "You trust me?" He questioned softly feeling the other nod against his shoulder. "Then show me how much you trust me."

He sat back waiting for the other to decide. "How?" he replied quietly accepting the kiss when it came again this time.

"If I'm all you have and you're all I have then we have to show each other." He ran his eyes down to the others half erection and laughed quietly. "I thought you didn't like what I do to you."

Ryou looked away, "I don't. Just because…I don't." He finished seriously as the other nodded pushing him over again.

"Of course. Close your eyes." He folded his arms slightly watching the suspicious look on the boy's face. "Just do it. You want my help right?" The boy nodded before covering his eyes with his hands. Bakura surveyed his progress and grinned though the other couldn't see him. He finally had Ryou in his boxers, on a bed and willing. He had certainly made progress.

"What are we doing." Ryou mumbled feeling arms wrap around him. "Do I have to keep my eyes closed?"

Bakura sighed, "Yes, the whole time."

He frowned, "Why?"

He stared down at the boy. Was this what he was normally like when he wasn't all sad and perfectionist like. He nearly wanted to call this cute but he knew better than that. Ryou would go back to his usual self anytime now and ruin his fun.

"Because I said so. That's all you need to know, just keep your eyes closed no matter what." He felt the other stiffen under him and sighed. "I'm not trying to hurt you, I promise."

He relaxed but barely, "Positive?"

He nodded. In a normal situation he would have certainly gotten some lube for the boy but if he left the room and came back he doubted things would work. Ryou would just have to deal for once in his life. "Yes, just stay quiet."

He shifted the boy lightly grasping his boxers and pulling them down. The others hand instantly flew up to grab them and pull them back in place but he relinquished his grasp after a second and kept his eyes closed. Bakura was starting to believe that he had a sneaking suspicious that the other knew what was going on but he wouldn't voice it aloud. Instead he started on his own pants watching the other intensely.

He pulled the others legs onto his shoulder grinning down at the boy. "Take in a deep breath. As deep as you possibly can Ryou." He watched the boy do as he was told and faintly noticed his fist clench.

He nearly wanted to laugh taking his full length and pushing it into the boy who instantly released the breath he had been holding. He arched his hands almost instantly on the others shoulder, "It hurts. God, it hurts. I thought you said you weren't…"

Bakura leaned forward capturing the others lips again holding himself. The boy was so tight, he nearly wanted to blow already but he had been waiting for this for years. He couldn't allow it not to last. "Relax. It will stop hurting when you relax." He whispered biting the boys ear lightly. Ryou whimpered but nodded.

Bakura's eyes fluttered, faintly he could feel the boy attempting to release his clench and it certainly wasn't helping his situation. He decided now was the best time if ever to move. He pulled out in a swift movement before instantly replacing himself into the boy groaning heavily at the feeling. This was becoming impossible.

"Bakura!" He cried tears streaming out of his closed eyes. "Please, stop. Please, I don't…"

He was far beyond the point of stopping but he did brace his speed for the boy. He gently slid himself in and out building a decent rhythm panting softly in the others ear. He wasn't sure how long he had been going before he stopped to listen to the boy again.

Ryou groaned using his nails to claw down the others back. "Bakura, harder, please…" He gasped attempting to rock himself into the other to create the speed himself. "Please, please harder. Please…" He bit his lip feeling the other oblige to his words quickening his pace. His breath caught before he nearly scream, each time the other entering him sending fusions of pleasure that knotted in his stomach twisting tighter in a tingling sensation that he'd never felt before.

Bakura bit the others neck hearing the satisfied moan that escaped the others lips as he mumbled incoherently for more things that he wanted. Unfortunately Bakura was lost in his own pleasure and unable to abide by anything the boy was asking for besides to move faster. He found himself growing close to the edge grabbing Ryou by the waist and pushing deeper and harder.

It sent Ryou over the wall as his breathing hitched and black dots sprinkled his vision. He couldn't hear, it seemed as if the world had miraculously gone mute. He had never felt something more beautiful in his life.

"Ryou." Bakura gently prodded the boy who had curled up on his side. In the kitchen he could hear the alarm going off but he had no idea how long it had been. "Ryou, your food is ready." He was positive the other hated him. Ryou wasn't the type to admit that he'd felt good despite if it had or not. "Ryou." He leaned over the others limp body seeing eyes staring into space. "you want me to go get you a towel?" He watched the boy nod slowly as if confused.

He made his way down the hallway turning off the alarm and food without checking it. If it was burnt then he would deal with it when the time came. He returned to the room to find Ryou sitting up on his bed, still naked and confused.

"Bakura?" He asked as the man raised an eyebrow. "What was that? Like…um…" He blinked staring down at his hands.

"Sex?" He questioned rolling his eyes. Great, he had broken him. "Why?"

He shrugged lightly, "I-I think I like it."

[Ending note: I write these because I feel awkward just ending a story. I'm serious. But here is the chapter, please review and tell me how you thought it was. It's probably crap, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Anyway expect a new chapter up within the next month.]