Love me so Tender
Domino City Arc
A Chiba . kun and starrrrii story!


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Since there seems to be an issue regarding the time frame, I'll clear things up. No, this is not set after the show. This is set along the time line of Season 4-5 but it serves as an alternate version of the story. You can call it AU, I guess but in this story line, Bakura and Ryou were split by the pharaoh through a small ritual of some sort. Ryou could not take the sadness of being away from Bakura and he regretted asking Yami for it. Thus, his memories were erased by the pharaoh. Bakura came back from the Shadow Realm though, now with his own body. I hope that clears things up! Well, I think I just spoiled part of the story but not really the major part.

I hope that this chapter would be enough of an apology to you guys! :) Here's my overdue debt- Chapter 8!

Again, Love me so Tender is just the product of the evil minds of bored girls and although both authors want to own the rights to YGO, they do not have the capacity for such feat... Yet. So now, sit back, relax and enjoy the output of our boredom. :)

Chapter Warning: This chapter is almost pure lemon. Contains smut and a little bit of bloodplay. ;)


Chapter 8: Collecting Overdue Debt

After still hearing no responses from Ryou at all, even after he contacted the boy, Bakura started to grow even more worried. Something was definitely wrong... was it the Pharaoh? Had he caught on? Or had Marik done something after all? He had to go check, make sure everything was okay... but he couldn't, not yet; if he was seen, then both he and Ryou would be in deep trouble. It wasn't worth the risk right now.

But, because he was restless and paranoid, he decided to do something anyway. Instead of going to the Kame Game Shop, he made his way to Ryou's home, knowing the directions to get there straight from his memory. In a way, the thief was glad he was decent with directions and had a way of memorizing the layouts of this city. It certainly spared him time and confusion.

So when he got there, it was a little later than expected, because he had been further away from the home than he had first thought. When he went to open the door, it was of course locked, so he picked it with the same skill he had used to get into Kaiba Corp not long ago. It was odd, but that seemed almost like it happened many years ago, even though it was only a few days past. In his defense, a lot had happened in these last two days.

Bakura entered the house, and simply paused. He hadn't bothered to make sure if anyone was home, but there was no noise and he had come in quietly, so it seemed safe to say that he was alone. The peace didn't last long, however, as a few minutes later he heard another door open and close. Without thinking, he hid himself, just in case it wasn't Ryou that had come in. He had completely forgotten about the boy's father...

Luckily, though, it was only Ryou, as he found out when he heard a small noise coming from the boy. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to walk towards him when he heard the other's thoughts, making him stop dead in mid-stride. His eyes widened, puzzled: what could he possibly be sorry about? But something about that was bothering him. He regained his sense of self and rushed forward, going to see what the matter was. Of course, he hid his concern with a show of annoyance. "Why didn't you answer me before?" He snapped. Something still wasn't right, though, and that was when he noticed that Ryou was bleeding.

"Shit!" He cursed; the panic in his voice much more apparent than he wanted it to be. He rushed over to the side of the couch, next to Ryou, falling to his knees and pushing the boy's hair out of his face. He felt his forehead, wondering if he was feverish for some reason (He wasn't used to this kind of situation; usually if someone was bleeding, he enjoyed it, or had at least caused it in some way), and generally freaking out. "Gods, Ryou, what happened to you? Are you all right-? No, don't answer." He could already tell. Shaking his head and wondering what the hell he was supposed to do, Bakura rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, bringing it over to his Yadonushi just in case.

Bakura lifted his Hikari's shirt to inspect the wound. "It's deep..." he muttered. From what he could tell, it was a knife wound, or from some sort of blade. That was even more worrying. Who the hell would attack him with a knife? He growled, looking up and down the boy's body to check for any other wounds. He noticed that there were some more bruises on his neck, ones he didn't remember leaving. All in all, he was in pretty bad shape, and he was sobbing, too...

Marik, Bakura thought. Marik did this... the conclusion was obvious, from everything he saw. But he didn't know what to do about it just yet - making sure that Ryou was okay, that was the most important thing right now. Damn it. I knew we shouldn't have trusted him. I'm sorry, Ryou. I'm so, so sorry...

Broken. Taken. Defiled. These are just some of the words that showed what Ryou was feeling. He thought that Marik was an ally. Of course the Yami warned him about it. He warned him that the Hikari should stay away from Marik- because he can hurt Ryou beyond the boy's imagination. At that time, he thought that he was ready for any physical pain but nothing could prepare the white-haired boy for the physical, metal, and psychological torture that he had undergone. Ryou sighed, turning to his other side so that he would not put any pressure on the wound. If only the wound was the only thing the Egyptian boy did. He could recall the tight grip on his waist and his arms and his wrists as well. He taken over and over again- like a rag doll pulled out from somewhere. Tears trickled down his cheek before it widened, hearing the familiar voice of the thief.

"B-Bakura-sama..." he said weakly before he felt the other's touch on his face. He flinched a little at the contact, tears trickling down even more from his doe-like eyes. He felt dirty- filthy even to the extent that he felt that he should not even lay eyes on the thief. Ryou kept his eyes closed, whimpering silently. The moment he felt his dark half started to lift his shirt, Ryou immediately pulled it down, exposing his bruised wrist to the thief king. "N-No... Please. No," he whispered before moaning in pain. Some blood already dried off but more blood was trickling down his side. Ryou was still pressing on the shirt, trying to avoid saying anything. He knew that the thief would be mad- so hearing the thief apologize was something new. He shot his head up as the brown-eyed boy stared up at the figure looming over him. His lower lip quivered before somewhat shrinking into the couch.

"I-I-I-I'll get the Millennium Rod! I promise! I know that this would hinder your plans for a while but I'll be able to get the Puzzle and the Rod! I pro-" he choked a little as more tears started to gush from his tear ducts. He made no effort to wipe it off of his beautiful face, mostly because he was busy keeping his shirt down. If the thief would see the evidence of what happened to him- of what Marik did to him then who knows what the thief would do, right? After a while, his sobs became soft whimpers once more, remembering that Bakura hated the tears. For sure, the Yami would abandon him- grab the items from him and leave him alone. For sure, the Yami would not really care about him. For sure, the thief king was not thinking of what happened to him, right? If so, why was the thief king- THE THIEF KING- apologizing to him and still keeping him close?

After a while, he opened up his mind to let his other self see what happened to him. It started with a white flash and soon enough, clothes were already discarded on the floor. Screams for the thief king engulfed both of their heads, Ryou keeping quiet through this. It was painful to retell the unfortunate events that happened merely hours ago but he also knew that the thief king had to know what happened. The white haired boy reached out his hand, stopping mid-air and letting his hand lay limp against the edge of the couch, before looking away. In their heads, groans coming from the lavender-eyed boy were evident. Ryou could distinctly remember liquid trickling down his inner thighs- pinkish in color. It was a mixture of blood and other bodily fluids that Ryou dared not to mention. "I-I'm too dirty, Bakura-sama. I'm sorry that I could not keep my promise. H-He-He took me," he whispered, sobbing once more. At one point in time, the images stopped, mostly because the boy did not want to recall the more gruesome acts committed by the tan boy.

"Don't be stupid, Yadonushi, if that's going to heal I need to at least look at it." Bakura pulled his hand away anyway, because he did have a decent look at it, but he would still need to lift the other's shirt to clean it. He could wait, though, for a little longer. The bleeding was slowing down, and it didn't look like he had lost too much, but he couldn't really tell. "And will you calm down? You're only making this worse. The Millennium Items can wait; I've been waiting three thousand years already; a little longer won't kill me."

Even though he had been apologizing, Bakura hadn't known the real reason for Ryou's current state. He had just assumed something had gone badly, or Marik had had a little bit of fun somehow... but he hadn't imagined at all the extent of which that had gone on to. But now that he was seeing it...

The thief staggered backwards, eyes wide, horrified. He clutched his forehead, trying to will the images to stop... but they kept coming. It was relentless; he didn't want to see this... he couldn't do anything about it, even though he was watching... it was just like back then, centuries ago, and even then he could do nothing...

"S-Stop..." he breathed, voice almost too small. It was unlike him - normally the thief always displayed his power and confidence, but now it was different. When finally, mercifully, his mind was left alone, he cringed, falling to his knees. For a moment, he was silent, and then slowly, he started laughing. It was hollow, though, empty and breathy; and gradually it grew until it was hysterical, like something had broken. It took a while for him to calm down, and when he did, he stood and stalked over to Ryou. He looked down at him darkly, eyes narrow and threatening now. "Why didn't you use the Millennium Eye?" He hissed. "I gave it to you to avoid this kind of thing. And I warned you about Marik anyway."

Another shift, another change in expression, and now Bakura was smiling sadly and affectionately, petting Ryou's hair as he knelt by the boy's side. "Don't cry. I told you, didn't I? If anyone hurts you or makes you cry, I'll kill them. Marik is no exception, Yadonushi." He was already formulating a plan in the back of his mind, but was wondering how to do it in the most painful way. There were certainly a lot of good ideas... perhaps he could even use this to his advantage and get the Millennium Puzzle at the same time. Although that was not his priority right now - like he had said, Bakura could wait to get his hands on that Puzzle. He could even wait to get the Rod. But this... his revenge... it couldn't wait. The Pharaoh lived on still, after three thousand years, and the world could always be plunged into darkness, but Marik was nothing but a human, albeit one with dark powers. He would die like a normal human and rot away like one. Bakura couldn't wait for that. No, something would have to be done now.

But he wasn't finished with Ryou yet, either. That, too, could wait, though. "Sit up. We need to have that cut looked at as soon as possible."

Ryou was similar to those porcelain tea sets- the ones that your mother does not let you touch. The white-haired boy was fragile. He tried to be brave and to fight with all that was in him but one could never really blame him for his current state. Like chinaware pushed from the top shelf of the cupboard, the boy was broken- shattered into pieces and it was up to the thief king to put everything together again. A sigh of pain escaped his lips, his body shaking as he sat up. From his point of view, the thief looked strange. Why was he breaking down as well? Was it because of the acts Marik committed? No, that can't possibly be it, right? Bakura was contradicting himself again, in Ryou's mind, telling him that it was okay and that he could wait for the return of the Millennium Rod to him. "Kura-sama, why are you willing to wait for your goal? Is it because of..."

The white-haired boy's voice was not really in proportion. His voice would soften most of the parts of his speech before he finally gave in. The thief was right; he had to see the damage inflicted so that he could think of a way to heal it. "I don't think I'd want to go to the hospital, Yami-sama. I-uh," he whispered, not really scared of the hospitals but instead, he did not know if he could give up more bad lies. Unless of course the thief king would want to accompany him or something, he would prefer to stay home. He placed his hands near the base of his shirt, slowly lifting up the material. The cloth itself was really bloody and when Ryou finally released himself from its tight hold, the work of art and insanity presented itself to Bakura. The blank easel that remained as pure as possible was now covered with blotches of deep red here and there.

Ryou dared not cry anymore, even though all of his senses were telling him to. He inched closer before falling to his knees, coming face to face with the thief king. Their lips were only centimeters apart when the brown-eyed boy collapsed in his arms. On his back was the worst damage of all- similar to the inscription on Marik's back. The cut was not all too deep but the message was evident. The symbols for 'Yami no Marik's possession' was glaring back at whoever looks at it, making the boy shake. Would the thief king still want him after this? However, as Ryou remained in his hold, he finally felt it. It was faint and really distant but he could feel the concern radiating from the thief king's hold.

"You should stop pretending already, Kura-sama. I know I'm not at the proper place to ask but you should not keep your feelings bottled up. I know that I'm your possession but... Is that the only reason as to why you feel so agitated right now?"

The boy lifted his head to look at the tomb robber again, eyes shining like newly-polished jewels. Ryou shuddered slightly, feeling the warmth from the thief king too addicting to stay away. He inched closer, clutching onto the black coat covering the said dark being. He pulled himself up so that he was already sitting on the other's lap, perpendicular to the usual position. "I don't understand, Kura. Normally, I could never offer myself back to you. But," he paused, his face deepening in color. It was not even lust this time. It was that feeling of completion every time that Bakura was there. At the end of the day, he felt whole every time he returned to the thief king. "If you would let me, I would prefer to serve you- even if I get to be demoted this time. No more intimate moments, if you want! Anything Bakura. Anything so that I can remain by your side. Anything, Kura. Anything." Ryou spoke with so much determination but still, he could not help but to blush constantly, thinking that the thief king would push him away. Ryou looked up at the thief king, his doe eyes shining once more. The thief king was there and oddly enough, he pushed the thoughts about Marik aside. The white-haired boy only focused on the tomb robber and nothing else as he lifted himself up. With one brush of their lips, Ryou succumbed to his hold, leaning his head on the other's chest, 'I don't know if you're aware but I really do love you, Kura-sama. That's why it hurt so much. It was not even the pain I felt. It was the fear that you would leave me.'

Bakura didn't answer. He looked to the side and focused on nothing in lieu of speaking. It was almost as if he was still shaken up, or still thinking about something... but that was only half of it. The other half was the fact that he was just trying to avoid the question. In truth, he wasn't sure why he was willing to wait. He really didn't care if it took a little longer; three thousand years of waiting taught him a little bit of patience.

He examined Ryou's back, frowning deeply at the marks. He was not impressed with what he saw; in a way, he was disappointed with Marik for doing something so unoriginal as to copy what was done to him, but that was heavily outweighed by the anger he felt pulsing through his body. He wanted to touch the marks, but held back from it out of fear of hurting the boy further.

Bakura scoffed again, closing his eyes. "Hmph... Of course it is. Why? What did... what are you thinking?" He was on edge again, on his guard. He knew he was hiding something from his Hikari, but he wasn't ready to let him know about that yet. Still, he wondered if Ryou had figured it out on his own. The thief rolled his eyes. "Shut up for a minute, will you?" He said, and leaned in to kiss Ryou softly. When he pulled away, he still looked upset.

"I'm not giving you up that easily, understand? Even if this did happen, it doesn't change much." He paused, reflecting on what Ryou had said. He was willing to do anything it took to stay in the thief's favor? Well, that was certainly interesting. A cruel grin broke out on his face, and he turned back to gaze at his Yadonushi. He didn't even respond to the thought that he heard, because something just as satisfying was creeping into his mind. He chuckled darkly and began caressing his host again, grin softening into a nearly tender smile.

"I know. But I'm not leaving... I'm never leaving you." He laughed again. "Ryou... have you ever felt the urge to hurt someone? To take everything you can from them and more? Because if you like... we can do that. I'm not letting Marik get away with this. If you want, you can help... or even take it into your own hands. I'll give you the choice, of course... but first, I think we need to look after your wounds."

Ryou blushed even more the moment he felt the thief king's lips on his own. It just seemed right to be in this position with him that for a second, he actually thought if this was the feeling Yuugi got when he talked to the pharaoh. At this point in time, he did not care. He was happy that the white-haired thief was cradling him close. Just hearing him say that he was not willing to let go of Ryou easily made his heart really happy and then it hit him. The boy was not one to read between the lines and unfortunately for Ryou, Bakura's messages were mostly in between the lines. The corner of his lips contorted a little in an almost Bakura-like smirk, hugging him. His body hurt, yes, but he did not want to pass up the opportunity this easily. The thief king's emotions were placed under a magnifying glass now- presented to the Hikari clearly with no twists and turns this time. The thief king was in love with him as well.

The boy knew that he would never admit it- at least, not now but he was contented with this kind of connection. Tears trickled down his cheeks, this time out of happiness but he quickly bowed his head, wiping the tears away. He started laughing quietly before nodding and standing up. The only person that he wanted to hurt that much- according to Bakura's definition- was the thief king. But that was then and this is now, right? The boy winced, standing up before pulling the thief king up. "The First Aid Kit's upstairs. Where you left it," he whispered.

He remembered the times that he would be involuntarily pushed out of his own body after a massive attack formulated by the thief but the moment he came back to his senses, he would be bandaged up. That was the only action that showed Bakura's compassion and whatnot back then but at that point in time, the boy was sure that the thief king did it just to cater to his body. After all, he could not shoplift with a dilapidated body right? But now, it was different. Now that the thief king had his own body, he did not have to care for Ryou as much and yet, it seems as if he was doing it on a whim. The tomb robber might call it 'taking care of his former host' or 'repaying his debt' but now, Ryou knew it was something else. He did not want to assume though. It seemed to him that everything starts to flop the moment he starts to assume stuff. Soon enough, his arm was slung around the other's shoulder as Bakura aided him in walking up the stairs. The gravity was totally against them but Ryou tried his best to put pressure on his own feet as not to burden Bakura a lot. He sighed lightly smiling even. "I love you so much, Bakura," he whispered.

Ryou was seemingly drunk at this state, not able to stand up or do anything straight for that matter. At one point in time, he was already laughing to himself. He was going on and on about his similarities with the said thief king and after every statement, he would constantly say his love for Bakura. Maybe he was already insane at this point in time- no one was sure about it though. The boy relaxed when they reached the top step, groggily pushing the thief king against the wall. The pain was slowly leaving his body mostly because of the thief king. Bakura's words surely worked wonders for the pale Hikari. After a quick lip lock, Ryou pulled Bakura towards his room. Ryou pulled the First Aid kit to the bed. Sweat thinly covered his pale skin, some of the blood mixing with the said liquid. He sighed lightly, running his hand through his hair before pulling his pants down. "H-Help me, Bakura-sama?" he said so innocently to the point that it seemed as if the boy was already teasing him.

Now that he was completely naked in front of the said Spirit of the Ring, the boy looked alluring- seductive even to a certain extent. His cheek was pressed against the mattress, sighing at the soft sheets. By now, the nasty cut had already ceased bleeding so the sheets were not that dirtied up the moment he was already on it. Ryou's back was facing Bakura. He turned a little, looking back at him, parting his lips a little. Oh how Ryou looked pretty in that position- too pretty to a certain extent. In an eerie and totally disturbing way, Ryou looked as if he was doll, his ivory white skin contrasting with the lush red sheets. Ryou blushed deeply remembering that it was Bakura that chose these sheets. The white haired boy raised his head a little, his lips parting even more while his big eyes stared at the thief king- almost seducing the said thief king.

Thinking about the First-Aid kit being exactly where he had left it so long ago was an odd thought to Bakura. It had been a long time ago since he'd used it, but he still remembered where it was. Not only that, but it sounded like it had been untouched from where he had put it (the Spirit had moved it from one of the rooms downstairs into the bathroom, but never meant to make that its permanent home). Had Ryou not needed it at all during the time they had been separated? Was he actually less prone to injury than the Thief-King thought, and it was only Bakura that managed to achieve all those injuries? Or did he really just not move it?

More questions flitted through his mind even as he finally brought Ryou up the stairs. He hardly even realized what was going on through his reflection, and when he did, he was actually surprised. It showed on his face, too, for just a split second, before he melted into their quick kiss and Ryou's sudden aggression. He let out a small noise of enjoyment or approval, as if he had just tasted something delicious for the first time. He laughed lowly in his throat even as his Hikari pulled away. Against said boy's lips, he whispered, "You're insane," and wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him in for one quicker slightly-less-than-chaste kiss.

A short sound of amusement came from Bakura as Ryou began to move about. He didn't pay much attention to how he was moving, instead opening up the first-aid kit and gathering all the materials he would need to clean and bandage Ryou's wounds. He briefly went to the washroom to wet a cloth, and when he came back, the thief raised an eyebrow. He looked surprised for half a second, and then placed that characteristic cocky smirk back on his face. Insane, he repeated in his mind. Nonetheless, he approached the bed where Ryou was lying and crawled up next to him.

Bakura shifted so that one of his legs was on either side of Ryou's and pushed the boy so that he was lying on his side. "Somehow I don't think you care about what Marik did anymore. Unfortunately, I still do." He chuckled and leaned down, kissing the wound gently before lifting the damp cloth to wipe away the drying blood. He tried to clean it gently, but ended up opening the cut enough to make it bleed a little bit more. Apologizing casually, Bakura leaned back down to lick up the small streams of blood trickling down to Ryou's stomach.

"Mmm... I bet it hurts, doesn't it...?" He asked in a deep voice. He licked his lips, giving Ryou a predatory smirk for a moment before reaching over and starting to apply gauze on the cut. He wasn't an expert in First-aid by any means, but still, he was having quite a bit of fun with this.

He shuffled back, off the bed, looking at his Hikari from a distance. "Oh, Yadonushi, you're still a mess. What am I going to do with you?" But instead of waiting for an answer, he came forward again and put his hands on either side of Ryou's face, bringing him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

He wasn't done yet, by any means, but for now teasing seemed like the most fun thing to do.

Ryou froze the moment he heard the said statement. The thief was insane if he thought that he actually did not care about what Marik did anymore. True, he was more than willing to forget what had happened but that did not mean that he did not care about whatever happens to him. Ryou sighed, glaring at the thief king somewhat, "It's not that I don't care. It's more of I'd rather not think about it for now. Personally, I would have preferred you take me first," he muttered. Maybe it was because of the pain or the feeling he had with Bakura but something was giving off an air of intoxication for Ryou. The boy was a little blunter than usual- especially if he was already talking about their supposed booty sessions in the future- in the near future, Ryou hoped. The boy sighed lightly before laughing curtly, "That did not sound right, now did it?"

Unconsciously, he let out a sigh of contentment the moment he felt the thief's lips press against the said wound. His lips felt cool against the wound, letting his hand move to his hair a little. He smiled, looking down at the said thief but not before wincing. The damp cloth was slowly taking away the dried blood off of him but the moment his wound opened up, Ryou did the weirdest thing. The boy moaned. Upon realizing what he just did, he pressed the palm of his hands on his lips, afraid that the thief king heard. Of course he did, Ryou had no doubt about it. But that did not mean he could not hope for otherwise. The boy's eyes shone the moment he saw the wet muscle leave the tomb robber's mouth before pressing itself on his stomach. "Y-You're insane," he murmured, mocking the thief king but at the same time, letting out sighs of pleasure.

It was not like this when Marik took him. The said Egyptian did nothing save hurt him here and there. Ryou could still remember the other's hand on the wound, putting so much pressure on it. The blood was gushing from the injury, somewhat covering them both. The boy was starting to reminisce what happened again when he felt the gauze being applied on the wound. Strangely enough, the white-haired Briton was about to protest with the gauze. He actually wanted to see his own blood leave his body. No, not because of Marik but because of the thief. Ryou felt weird- awkward even- that his personality would do a complete 180 the moment the thief was there. He diverted his attention to the thief before looking at his eyes, those deep eyes that he loved looking at most. At one point in time, he thought that the thief had the same eye color as him- a deep chocolate brown- but upon further inspection, he realized that it was of a different shade.

It was red. Blood red as some may call it but the boy regarded it as crimson. Once again, he saw that loving look from Bakura (for about a split second this time) before feeling the other's lips on his. "K-Kura-sama," he muffled through the kiss before letting out sounds of unadulterated lust and pleasure. He could taste his own blood in his mouth, wondering why Bakura licked up the liquid in the first place. Maybe it was the Shadow Magic doing this or maybe it was just the thief's innate appeal but something told Ryou that Bakura brought out something out of him. Ryou was an introvert, there was no doubt about it; however, the boy would be so aggressive when it came to the thief. He parted from the kiss, panting a little as he studied the other's features. "W-Why does... Why does it feel good when you open me up? Bloody hell, I think I'm going mad," he whispered before licking his own lips.

"Relax, Yadonushi. I didn't mean anything by it." He waved the thought away, almost wishing he hadn't brought it up again. Still, seeing the boy getting all worked up and angry over this... it was satisfying in ways it really shouldn't have been. In many ways, it was as if they switched personalities... but only at moments like this, when Ryou needed looking after, and there were other feelings hanging around in the air. It was all very odd, and nearly overwhelming to Bakura.

He laughed dryly, making a coy face at his Hikari, and trailing his fingertips up and down Ryou's arms, where there were multiple small cuts. He was almost scratching, lightly, putting just enough pressure on the boy's wounds to cause a reaction, but not enough to be truly painful. He knew what he was doing - experimenting while he was in the boy's body had given him more than a good idea of what he could do to drive Ryou wild. But he had never actually visualized his host as being one to openly enjoy this kind of feeling - he always assumed Ryou would deny the pleasure he got from the pain of wounds. Bakura, on the other hand, was the exact opposite in that respect.

He backed up again, viewing Ryou from a short distance. The thief's eyes never left the boy's; a dark smirk grew on his features, and he looked almost predatory for a minute. He held out his hand, as if offering it to Ryou, then at the last minute decided against it. "Don't move," he whispered. He only stayed away a few more seconds, silently appraising the form on the bed sheets, admiring how his pale skin stood out on the deep red of the sheets, and how the bruises and love bites contrasted against his overall complexion. He was unhappy with the marks he didn't leave, but the way they looked right now, in this steadily dimming light... it was beautiful. Spectacular. Alluring. It was like he was calling out for Bakura to do whatever he wanted...

The thief stalked forwards again, moving smoothly, almost like a cat slinking towards its prey. He climbed up on the bed again, running one hand down Ryou's legs to lift one slightly, pressing his lips to each little cut and bruise that he saw, from foot to ankle to knee to thigh, lingering and moving upwards as slowly as possible. When he reached Ryou's hips, Bakura looked up with half-lidded eyes, a dark, seductive expression on his face. You need to stop torturing me, Yadonushi, he told the boy over their mind-link. It's unhealthy for the both of us.

Once again, he reached out, this time fisting a hand in Ryou's hair gently and pulling him forward so that their lips met again. This time, he kept it slow, deep; he was drawing it out, trying to put a message behind the gesture other than simply 'I want you now.' He was attempting to put some emotion behind it, but of course he wasn't experienced with that sort of thing so there was no way Bakura could tell if the meaning was getting across properly. He just had to hope that Ryou understood.

Ryou blinked a little before staring at the thief king. He could vaguely remember all the times that they had together when they still had the same body. He could not remember anything else save for the times that happened for the past few days. Personally for Ryou, the past two, turning three, days were a major rollercoaster experience. At the same time, the experience was not one he would want to forget. The Hikari parted his lips again and again, arching his back once in a while. He had been completely vocal about his feelings and now, he has completely released all of his inhibitions. After all, they were alone in the big house. The neighbors were probably still in their desk jobs, seeing that it was around 6 or 7 in the evening. Ryou felt hesitant at first, wondering if it was alright. He knew how the process was, especially due to the events that happened a couple of hours ago.

"Should we really do- Oh God, Kura!" he exclaimed, feeling his lips on his lower half.

There was something about those kisses that made Ryou feel like he was being lit on fire. The moment he felt the other's lips on his thighs, he let out another moan in pleasure. "W-Why... so good?" he panted, completely unable to create comprehensible sentences. His senses went back soon enough when he felt the other's hands on his hips. For a second, fear rushed in his eyes but the moment he realized that it was just Bakura; he relaxed in the other's hold almost immediately. Ryou parted his lips to speak, letting his tongue run over his own lips, "What do you mean torture?" he asked, completely oblivious that he was seducing the thief in his own little ways. True, the boy was probably more innocent compared to the others of his age but he knew when a guy is already turned on.

The boy was pretty sure that Bakura was already on the edge.

With one tug of his hair, their lips gravitated to each other once more. This time, Ryou slid his tongue inside the other's mouth, his hips bucking forward a little. He knew that he was rubbing himself on air but his budding erection did not mind. The cool air actually helped a little, if it was possible to turn him more than what he is already. The boy wrapped his arms around the other's neck, pulling him closer before rolling on top once more. The kiss still lingered as Ryou started to fiddle with the other's clothes. He parted from the kiss only to lift the garments from his head before staring down at his chest. "Kura... You look so..." he whispered before attacking his chest with a few licks here and a few bites there. Seriously, the boy was dreamier than whoever he could imagine. For the white-haired boy, it should be a sin to look this good.

But he would gladly commit this sin all over again, if he could.

"C-Can I retract my previous offer of no more intimate moments? I don't think I can live with myself if I really did let go of this," he muttered. Soon enough, the thief's clothes were discarded on the floor. Ryou was already in between the other's thighs, licking from his hole to the tip of the other's member. The boy gulped a little before putting the said item in his mouth. The feeling was so surreal, too overwhelming even. Maybe it was because they shared the same body but Ryou was sure that this taste was the taste he loved the most- even better than creampuffs! Oh yes, he would gladly have this everyday even if it meant committing the deadliest sin of all. The boy sucked softly before slowly massaging his thighs. He even brushed his hands against the sacks that contained the cream he liked the most. The boy was blushing- glowing even- as he slowly lifted his head up to stare at his Yami. From last night's experience, he knew that Bakura loved being pleasured like this so when he felt that Bakura was almost there; he pulled away, planting a kiss on the thief king's lips.

"I want you too. Please, take me."

Bakura laughed in spite of himself. He was being practically stripped in front of his Hikari - and by said Hikari nonetheless! Somehow, he couldn't find himself minding - because even though he hadn't wanted to start something like this in the first place, it was happening now and there was nothing that the thief could do about it. And now he wasn't sure if he wanted to stop, either.

But there were still some doubts in his mind about this. Ryou had just been taken and abused by Marik... doing this would undoubtedly hurt him more, albeit not emotionally. But physically? That was another story entirely. Bakura could not say how much it would hurt, exactly, but he was worried about it. Normally, when Ryou's body was hurt, it was his doing; however, that had been when he was sharing the body. Out of concern for the boy, and at the time having wanted his complete trust, Bakura had taken the majority of the pain from him. He had a high threshold for it, in any case. Like when he sliced open their arm - the reason it hadn't hurt Ryou for the most part was because the Spirit was taking all the pain for him. It was like a deal of sorts, albeit unspoken of between them. Hell, Bakura wasn't even sure if Ryou knew about it.

But now things were different. He couldn't possess any part of Ryou, not to control him, and not to absorb whatever physical pain he could. No, now he was there to deal him pain and not take the consequences of it. This feeling of power, without the same extent of responsibility as before, was overwhelming. Bakura swayed for a moment, but quickly regained his balance and frowned. He was uncertain about this, for sure, but there was no turning back now even if he wanted to.

He shook his head. Bakura soon felt himself get moved, then something wet start to lick at him. He arched his back a little, throwing his head back and opening his mouth wide for a silent scream. He clutched the sheets beneath him tightly, nearly writhing in pleasure. This shouldn't have felt so good, but it did... and he wanted more. When Ryou asked him to take him, the thief sat up to switch their positions again. He growled, eyes flashing with lust and desire.

"Take you..? Gladly. But you'll have to wait a moment."

He placed two fingers near Ryou's lips, smirking deviously. "Suck," he whispered breathily. The thief's eyes were still glinting; he only hoped Ryou realized what he was about to do. "Or do you think you don't need it?" He asked suddenly, wondering if maybe Marik had already done enough to prepare the boy. Bakura really didn't know enough about what had happened to make any real judgment, but he wasn't really interested anyway. He didn't want to know about what Marik had done to his precious Yadonushi.

Ryou was still uncertain about all of this. He, himself, was utterly confused with the way his emotions were going haywire. He could not understand as to why he was readily submitting himself to the thief but he did not want it to go any other way. He looked down at his own darkness, running a finger across his cheek. His Yami looked so delicious and at the same time, so innocent when he's consumed in his own pleasure. The Hikari tilted his head to the side as he stared at the thief. Why did he not look this handsome when he was still a spirit? The boy sighed, nuzzling him a little before making small pecks on his neck. Soon enough, their positions were switched again- back to their real positions. He looked up, still mesmerized by the situation. Maybe, he read the signs wrong or something. Could it really be possible that Bakura wanted him as well? His thoughts were silenced when he felt two fingers pressed against his lips.

Now, Marik was not the sweetest guy in the world. Heck, if he was the least bit sweet, he would have opted to do what Bakura was doing right now. Needless to say, he did not ask for any permission before taking items that did not belong to him. The idea struck Ryou as something childish but being the rationale thinker that he is, he did not want to delve much into the situation. Even though the thief wouldn't admit it, he knew that the thief was actually hurting. No, enraged by the fact that Ryou was taken by someone other than him. Bakura's possessive nature was not new to Ryou but he did miss it a lot. He sighed before making kitty licks on his fingers. "I must really be going mad, Bakura. I-I want it to," he then started mumbling as he started to lick on the fingers even more. Ryou knew what Bakura was doing after all. He wanted it to not hurt as much as possible. Probably, the thief wanted the white-haired boy to enjoy it as much as he did? He did not really delve into the idea. After all, why would Bakura not want to hurt him?

"I washnt it to hoirt," Ryou said while the two fingers entered his mouth already. The boy continued to do as he was asked, sucking softly then hardly and then softly again. The idea of being touched there was not really something that he wanted to make- at least that was what he thought as he made his way back to his house. But now that he was this close to Bakura- this close to finally being his fully, Ryou did not want the opportunity pass by just like that. The mere idea that he was going to be taken by his beloved thief was something he could only imagine a few years back. But now, it was happening. The boy blushed, realizing that even back then he was dreaming of the thief. That was probably one of the reasons as to why the thief knew which buttons to push. After all, Ryou could distinctly remember one morning that he woke up with wet pants.

When he was done sucking, licking, and biting, he released the thief from his mouth, panting heavily. "As long as it's you... I don't mind if it hurts. I really am insane, Kura-sama," he said, laughing a little before looking at him. His arm was resting on his forehead; sweat trickling down his neck and to his shoulders. Ryou grabbed the thief's hands before guiding him slowly to that particular spot. He took in a sharp breath before relaxing, pressing his fingers against his own hole. At the sudden contact, Ryou could not help but moan. Why is it when Bakura somewhat re-enacted the moments that happened a few hours before it felt so good and right altogether? "Y-You don't have to be too tender with me, Kura. I can take it. I trust you," he whispered before planting kisses on the other boy's neck. His heart was thumping in his chest, knowing what was next. He hoped it wouldn't hurt as much but part of him really wished that it would hurt like hell. God, Bakura turned him into a masochist already.

Though he wasn't paying attention to any thoughts Ryou might be having and didn't know that Ryou realized how angry he was, Bakura was indeed hurting and furious about having to do this after Marik had already taken what he wanted from the boy. He wanted to be the first, the only one to do this to Ryou. He never wanted to share; the King of Thieves never shared what he took. Thinking about what Marik did just felt wrong, but it wasn't going to stop him. Ryou was his, damn it, and he wasn't going to give him up that easily.

He grinned and panted heavily, pulling his fingers from between Ryou's lips. "All right then... if you're sure." Hearing that actually gave him confidence, in a sense. He knew now that no matter what he did, it would be okay with Ryou... and if he hurt him too much, then he would just have to make it up to him. But Ryou would let him know if something was too painful, right?

He moved his hand downwards. The thief leaned over and kissed Ryou once, long and gently, as he pushed his two slicked fingers into his Hikari and began to move them. He was careful not to do too much, wanting to only give the boy a taste of what to come. He wasn't completely nervous anymore, and had abandoned almost all restrictions. He watched the expressions on his Yadonushi's face, smirking the entire time. He loved everything that Ryou did - the noises he made, the way he moved, the faces he made... and they weren't even really doing anything yet. It just made Bakura lick his lips in anticipation, thinking of what might change when they started this for real...

It seemed as if there was enough preparation done (Marik had made it somewhat easier, and Bakura hated that), so the thief withdrew his fingers. Still smirking, he leaned over to whisper in his Yadonushi's ear, "Are you ready?"

When he heard the response, he pushed himself in. He scrunched his face up a little from the initial resistance and the waves of pleasure that came over him. It wasn't the smoothest of motions, because they didn't have anything to make it any easier at the moment, and the saliva that Ryou had left on him was drying quickly.

For now, he paused, breathing heavily. Bakura's face was painted red with heat, but he managed a grin at Ryou. "You okay?" he asked. For some reason, he had suddenly become concerned again, mainly because he wanted to just keep going, but he still had reason enough to not go too far... yet.

The boy exclaimed the moment he felt the other's fingers inside him already. He groaned a little when he felt the fingers slip in and out of his hole, his hand brushing against the thief's member. He knew that the other was already getting hard. He would be ready soon enough. Ryou whimpered in delight the moment he hit a particular spot. How the thief actually found the spot escaped the boy completely but he thanked the gods that Bakura knew which buttons to push. When Bakura licked his own lips, Ryou could not help but groan in pleasure. "Y-You look so... f-fucking good," he whispered, his body shaking in pleasure. The moment the fingers were withdrawn from him, he made a little 'mew' in irritation. He was about to ask him as to why he stopped doing the said act when he felt something better pressed against his hole. He relaxed as much as he could but it appears as if he couldn't relax anymore. In truth, the boy was excited to have the thief back with him.

Ryou clutched into the sheets as he arched his back, screaming in both pain and pleasure. A few drops of blood hit the sheets as he did so. True, the boy had done this before but in truth, he bled more with Marik than this. The boy groaned a little, getting used to the size inside him. It felt different and yet right at the same time. There was seriously something wrong with him. He writhed in pain as he tugged on the sheets even more. His fingers were a totally different experience from this and yet, he couldn't ask for more. Involuntary tears trickled down his cheek as the boy looked up at him. At that point in time, the emotions on the Yami's face flashed clearly. He tried to try himself to stop crying but it seems as if the pain itself was too hard to handle. More tears trickled down his cheek but Ryou knew he could at least do something to tell his darker half that everything was alright.

"S-So... g-goohhd!" he mumbled, letting go of the sheets and wrapping his arms around his neck. He remembered the particular spot that Bakura liked and he was sure that the said spot will cause the thief to get going again. He pulled him down; licking his ear before letting his warm breath hit his ear. "Stop... b-being s-o concerned. Y-You're the thief- ahnn!" he exclaimed before placing part of his ear in his mouth. All of his skin was already too sensitive and at the slightest touch, all of his body would tingle already. He groaned softly in his ear before sucking on the other's ear. He bucked his hips forward a little, his other hand reaching for his own member. "C-Can't you see how... how much I want you, Kura-sama? I want every part of you... S-So please. Stop being so concerned and go back to your normal self," he whispered in between moans and groans. After a while, Ryou started to whisper a few dirty words in the other's ears, his face deep red already. He was not at all aware that he could say those kinds of words- to his Yami nonetheless!

Ryou stroked himself, groaning slightly before panting. He squirmed beneath Bakura as he brushed his fingers against the hardening member. Soon enough, it was fully erect, brushing against the thief's stomach. The boy sighed in pleasure before relaxing back down the bed. If only Ryou knew how beautiful he was right now. He was sprawled under the thief, his porcelain-like skin glowing underneath him. The light of the moon was shining through the window, hitting him just right. In truth, the white-haired boy looked like an angel. Ryou's eyes were closed, moaning softly at the intruder. "S-Shut up for a minute, will you Kura-sama?" he said playfully before flashing him an adorable smile. There was something about the boy that truly looked magnificent as he smiled up at his darkness, "Just... Take me."

Even though seeing the bit of blood coming from Ryou should have alerted Bakura or made him hold back a bit, it did nothing. If anything, it made him grin and continue forward with even more excitement. When he saw the tears, he just reached forward and used his thumb to wipe away a few of the tears. He smirked. "Stop crying," he said. "You wanted this, didn't you? And I want you too much to stop now." He began to move again, a little bit awkwardly at first, still trying to adjust to this feeling. It had been far too long since he'd even thought about something like this... but then again, maybe it wasn't as long as he'd thought.

It took a moment for him to work up a rhythm, but when he did, he started out a bit slowly to make sure he kept it. Soon, Ryou began to nibble his ear again, and it made Bakura moan louder than he had been doing thus far; he thrust in sharply without realizing it, too, and that was the end of his slow pace. The thief continued on, faster and harder, until he found a way of moving that he was causing him the most pleasure, and what seemed to also please Ryou the most without hurting him too much.

He growled, looking down at his Hikari through the haze. It was difficult to focus through what he was feeling, and even harder to form a coherent sentence, but he tried anyway: "You might regret saying that," he joked, letting out a loud, involuntary cry afterwards. He was slowly going back to how he usually acted. Actually, he was rather glad of that too - the concern he had been showing had unnerved him somewhat and made him question if he had really changed. But it was a bit relieving to feel himself reverting to his usual attitude. The next thing Ryou said made him laugh. "Hm, where have I heard that before?" He hissed. Bakura continued to thrust in and out, giving his Hikari a coy smile when he began to angle his thrusts a bit to try and hit that spot that made Ryou see stars again. You have some strange dreams, Yadonushi.

Saying that (or thinking it, rather) might not have been a good idea. When they had shared a body, Bakura had often found himself watching dreams that didn't belong to him, not out of necessity, but because sometimes it was hard to block them out... and at times, he found himself giving in to the curiosity he had about the person he shared a body with. And so, Bakura had watched some of Ryou's dreams - he hadn't meant to let that fact be known, but he had said it now. Hopefully Ryou wouldn't think too hard on it.

The boy was about to react to what the thief just said when he felt a sudden thrust inside him. His body moved along with the thief's as he widened his eyes at the sudden harshness. As Ryou began to relax again, he shifted his hips so that he was moving at almost the same rhythm as the thief. This small movement alone caused sparks to erupt from his heart. He gulped a little as he placed a hand on his back, pulling the thief closer to him. He could not help but groan the moment his need started to twitch. Their stomachs slowly got covered with droplets of his own pre-come, his eyes barely open. His chest heaved, moaning and screaming again. Ryou's screams started to get louder the moment the thief picked up his pace. "B-Bakura-sama!" he exclaimed, his other hand finding its way to squeeze in between their bodies and fondle with his own member.

The pleasure after that was simply unbearable. He felt a sudden shift in angle certainly brought Ryou on the ledge already, teetering between reaching that peak that he has longed to see. "K-Kura-Kura-sama! Ngh... H-Harder!" he exclaimed, bucking his hips forward so that the friction between their bodies would already increase. The reaction was instant for Ryou's earlier moans were nothing compared to the erotic cries spurting out of his lips. At this point in time, his mind was out of it already, exclaiming profanities as he asked the thief to go harder, deeper, and if it was even possible, a little more ruthless than what he was already. He panted, his hand prying off of his member before pulling the thief closer, closing the poor excuse of space between them already. Their lips found themselves already and just like that, their connection simply exploded between the two of them.

Ryou slipped his tongue inside the thief's mouth, grinding his hips in whichever direction he could. There was seriously something wrong with the situation. In truth, if it were the pharaoh and his partner committing an act like this, then it would sound sane and all that. But with the two almost opposite beings one like this was totally out of this world. But at the end of the day, Ryou did not want to change anything for the world. "Kura-sama! F-Fu... Shi-Ngh!" he exclaimed, feeling as if his limit was nearing him already. The thief's length only slid its way in and out of his tight (and now bleeding) hole but Ryou did not mind at all. Could it really be possible that the other truly liked him that way? With one thrust, the boy was immediately brought back down to Earth, pressing his body against the bed. It was as if he was shaking, almost there at the rocking orgasm that he wanted to achieve.

"I-I'm getting close... I-I'm c-c-" he said in between yelps. He was shaking in pleasure after a few moments. He was already thanking all of the gods and deities that he knew when he realized that this feeling was actually achievable. Ryou suddenly felt his stomach clench a little before kissing the other deeply. Ryou furrowed his eyebrows, mentally apologizing to him because he had not decided if he was only going to stay on the bed or if he was going to clutch onto him. He arched his back a little, holding onto the thief as tight as he could before crushing their lips against each other. He moaned, technically yelled, into the kiss as he finally reached his climax. He shuddered under the white-haired thief king; his eyes closed in pleasure as he yelled the thief's name. After the first wave of pleasure, he collapsed on the bed, their stomachs and chests covered with his sticky release.

He panted, knowing that he has been filled with the thief's seed. He could have sworn that the thief reached his peak at the same time as he did but he was not one to tell. His chest went up and down in a vigorous motion, as if scared that his lungs were not getting enough air. As soon as Ryou hit his climax, Bakura soon followed, still moving as he rode out his orgasm, but soon he just shuddered and collapsed, trying to catch his breath. It wasn't too long to regain it, however, so he quickly pulled himself out of Ryou and rolled over, pulling the boy closer to him just as he snuggled up.

Ryou blinked once or twice to get the salty liquid from the base of his eyes. After a few more blinks, he pulled on the thief a little to have him beside him already. The white-haired boy groaned as the length slipped off of him, scooting over to the warm body beside him. He was hesitant to touch the thief at first, almost scared of him after what just happened. Wait, did they really have..? 'K-Kura-sama... W-We really did it. We actually…' he asked through the mind link, pressing his ear against the other's chest. The sound of the thief's heartbeat was somewhat scaring Ryou- mostly because his was going at the same rate. His form was still shaking as he wrapped his arm around the other's waist, pulling the other one as close as possible but not before he placed a blanket on top of them.

Despite his unease at realizing what they had just done, the thief couldn't help but smile. It really was an amazing experience... and he was glad it was with Ryou. He wouldn't want it any other way - nobody even appealed to him at all (it was a miracle that he even was attracted to Ryou, given his normal disposition).

Oddly enough, in the post-coital bliss, Bakura couldn't even really keep his thoughts straight. He was just so... strangely happy in this moment that he almost didn't know what to do with himself. He blinked a few times, thinking to himself, Sticky... and then looking at Ryou as if he had only just noticed his Hikari was there. "Ah... Yadonushi, you're a mess," he chided the other, wiping away some of Ryou's seed with the tip of his finger. For a moment, he stared at his hand, then shrugged and licked the drops off. He just couldn't get his head around this. He had had sex with someone - someone he had shared a body with, who was practically a part of him to begin with, and... And he liked it. Liked him. But it runs a bit deeper than that, doesn't it? He asked himself, not even bothering to cover up his thoughts this time. He almost forgot about the mind-link, and besides, he was tired from what they had just done.

There were a few moments of silence before Bakura finally answered, rolling over to kiss his Hikari again gently. When he pulled away, he was smiling - not grinning, not smirking, but actually smiling. It only lasted a second, however, before he was smirking once more.

"D-Does this mean that your debt has been repaid, Yami-sama?" he asked, not even bothering to look up. In truth, Ryou did not know whether to feel happy or just simply confused about the situation but he was certainly grateful that the thief was willing to grant his little wish. "If that's all you want from me, then yes, my debt is repaid." He chuckled quietly. "One of them, at least - I think I owe you quite a lot more than just that, of various reasons, landlord."

It wasn't as if Bakura was ignoring the other boy's member; he was more focused on what he was doing to even think about what he could be doing, until he felt Ryou's hands between their bodies. He almost laughed, and decided to help him out a bit, but changed his mind at the last second in favor of raking his nails down the boy's chest and sides.

The thief dropped onto his back again, sighing heavily. His train of thought had come back, so he couldn't enjoy the mindless bliss any longer. It was back to thinking about what he had to do, what he wanted to do. Most of all, though, he was thinking of how to get back at Marik for what he had done. At the moment, nothing seemed horrible enough for him.

Ryou moved closer to the thief after the deed. He was shivering but the other's body heat was just enough to calm him down. His doe-like eyes looked up at the thief the moment he heard the other's thoughts. 'You... like me?' he asked through the mind link, his finger, drawing circles on his chest and stomach. He shook his head, smiling before laughing. "Quit kidding around, Yami. I know that what we did was more of my demand than yours," he whispered, obviously still in denial. He ran his hand through the other's hair, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek before brushing his lips against his darkness'. He blinked once or twice before reaching for something at the other side of the bed. The boy sat up, looking at the item at hand. Ryou shuddered the moment he felt the cold metal pressed against his bare chest. After getting used to the feeling he moved back in Bakura's hold, drawing soft lines on the thief's side.


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PREVIEW FOR CHAPTER 9

Ryou groaned a little as he shifted in his seat. Through lunch, the white-haired boy was quiet. He just listened to the others talk as he fidgeted in his seat. His back side hurt. His legs felt wobbly. He could have sworn that he was getting a fever but he did not want to over think it. He sighed lightly, biting his lower lip, 'My butt hurts,' he said through the mind link, his cheeks deepening in color. He preferred not to talk about his love bites and other markings on him, mostly because he might end up slipping up and say the real cause of the said marks. 'But I would gladly do it with you all over again. Not like you have a choice on that, Kura-sama,' he said through the mind link, laughing a little under his breath. This caused their blonde friend to look up, tilting his head to the side as he stared at the white-haired boy. Why did Ryou suddenly laugh when the punch line to his joke wasn't there yet?

"Don't get ahead of me, Bakura! I was not even there yet! As I was saying, what do you call a pig who knows karate? PORK CHOP!" he exclaimed, laughing heartily as all of the friendship crew stared up at Jounouchi. Ryou raised his head before picking on his food once more. Not once did he make eye contact with Marik, who was busy creating holes on the other's forehead. The stare that the Egyptian made was not exactly a glare but more of a relentless stare. Of course, Ryou was really uneasy throughout lunch to the point that he was thanking all the gods the moment the bell rang. "Bakura? We should talk. Classes are off tomorrow, right? Can we meet up with each other since you're going to the museum today?" Yami asked, momentarily taking over of his partner's body.