A/N: I'd say it's been quite sometime, wouldn't you? I've been quite busy with some school activities- I am in marching band (we won second in the state competition). But, I'm back again and I have improved. :} I'm not promising that I will update frequently on anything, but I am promising that I will update whenever I feel the need or urge to do so. This goes for all my unfinished stories. (Oh, I know I use a lot of 'and's. It's 'my writing style, kinda. I really like to write like that way because I think it adds quickness, or something. Idk.) Really, really hopin' I get to update this before the aniversery of me not updating comes up on April 21st. D: I apologize for any spelling errors, but most of this was written at 3:00 A.M.

Warning: Sex. Lemon. R-18. :} I've been writing sex scenes for over three years now, and I still laugh uncontrollably while writing them because they sound so ridiculous most of the time, holy hell. If actual sex is anything like fanfics portray it to be, I don't think I want to have sex anymore.

Thank you for reading.

I own nothing, but my OC and the plot.

Chapter Eleven: Louder than Words

Ryoua had come so close to developing genuine feelings, but, of course, Bakura had to slip his hand under her skirt.

"Take it as a little incentive, if you will," he had said, his face so close and his breath so hot as his hand pushed up Ryoua's skirt, his other hand kept her legs apart, "that even when that prince of yours is not there," his hand suddenly ground against her and she gasped audibly, "I will always be here."

And then he was gone.

Ryoua's trudge back to the palace was slow- her entire body heavy and in between her legs were aching. When she finally made it back to the palace, she was met with Isis, who looked awestruck because Ryoua's clothes were disheveled and she was limping; Isis quickly rushed to her, grabbing her in order to lead her into the palace and to her room, Ryoua assumed.

"Take me to Atem immediately," Ryoua demanded through gridded teeth, panting.

Isis hesitated for a moment, her hands shaking as her arms encircled Ryoua to keep her steady.

"Now, Isis," she hissed.

Isis nodded, slowly, not saying anything in return as she lead Ryoua into the palace and towards Atem's bed chambers; she quickly knocked on the door, waiting for Ryoua to dismiss her, which she did, rather hastily, actually.

"Ryoua-"

Ryoua swung her arms around Atem's neck, pushing their lips together, the force of her attack knocking them both to the ground. He grabs her face in his hand and the way he kisses her makes her heart leap and her toes curl and it makes her hate herself more than she ever has; she starts crying and when Atem tries to ask why, she tells him, "No words. Please. Just for tonight- no words..."

And he complied.

He grabbed her hips, rolling them over, and he held her so tightly that Ryoua felt the hole in her chest fill- even if it was just for this moment; clothes were gone without question, and he's moving between her legs, lifting them up. Her breath hitches audibly and suddenly she can't breath. She reaches for him, desperate, and then suddenly he's inside her and she's never felt more alive, more complete until this very moment.

Atem moves slowly, she can't stand it. So, she says so, and he complies happily, thrusting erratically; Ryoua does not care if it will hurt later, all she wants is to be held, to be touched, to be cared for, for someone to be what Bakura never was.

And, Atem can do that.

Atem can be better than Bakura ever could in so many ways, but Ryoua's heart does not seem to see what her mind does.

Ryoua wraps her arms underneath his own, pressing their bodies together; she moaned when he slowed his paced to making it harder thrusts. Her body was quivering and shaking and she was panting and yelling and he was kissing her everywhere and she couldn't get enough.

She knew if Atem was to not have her first, Bakura would, and Ryoua could not, would not, let that happen; she had to ensure that she was to bare Atem's children, not Bakura's. She would also not give up on falling in love with Atem, either.

She would ensure that she would die- that it would be the last thing she'd do.

When Atem's grip on her body tightens, it breaks her out of her thoughts, and nearly jumps three feet away from him when her puts one of his hands between their slick, sweaty bodies, lightly rubbing her clit. Her body tensed as the pleasure wracked her body, letting out a shaky desperately grasping onto Atem; she flips them over and their erratic movements suddenly become slow and sensual as their lips brush and their unsteady breaths intermingle. Ryoua chest tightens unexpectedly and she is left unsure whether or not if it is pleasant or not.

Atem seems to sense her sudden discomfort and begins to whisper sweet nothings to comfort her, and, thankfully, it worked. She rose her body up, slowly going back down, whilst slipping her fingers into his hair, tugging lightly when she felt their hips meet. Atem takes hold of her hips, lightly digging his nails into her skin, burying his face in the crook of her neck, and kissing that area softly; he made a groaning sound in the back of his throat, unconsciously meeting her hips when she rose back up, eliciting an unsuspecting moan from Ryoua.

She suddenly cannot keep her grip on him- her hands are slipping, slipping, slipping and she cannot grasp onto him anymore and she feel like she is falling, falling, falling and then suddenly she is shot right back into reality and she never realized how much she has wanted this, wanted him. She never realized how Atem truly made her feel.

He made her feel welcomed. Despite all they has ever been through, he made her feel loved. He had been there even when Bakura was not.

She crushes their lips together and then the erratic dance picks up once more and she feels everything- she feels it all; she feels him, his breath, her breath, his hair, the chilled,yet, muggy air around them, but there is one thing she noticed above all: how strong she feels. The feeling was incredible, like he was lending her some of his unbelievable strength. Because of this, she would have to make this worth his while- payment for lifting her a little bit from death.

Atem held her so close that she was halfway convinced that their bodies would mold together into one being, which, in all honestly, she would have loved. She loved the way their chests felt together, the way his mouth felt. She loved it all.

There was still one problem, though.

She did not love him.

Ryoua loved his feel, the feelings he gave her, and, in a certain sense, she did, indeed, love him, but Atem would never be Bakura. He, Atem, still made her heart flutter when he looked at her, when they spoke, when they kissed... This leads her to believe there is, in fact, still a chance to fall in love with him.

He breaks her out of her thoughts by flipping them over once more, and for the first time that night, their eyes meet. Their hearts lurch painfully. "Gods, I love you," he breaths, pressing their lips together again. She is unsure of how she manages to choke the words of affection back, especially between long, sensual kisses, but she does, which Atem stops when he hears her utter them. He smiles. She cannot help but to do so, as well.

The worst part is is that she is unsure whether or not it is true.

Their hips clash for what seems like the thousandth time, but Ryoua hopes it does not end- that she can stay in these utter blissful moments for the rest of her life. Unfortunately, though, it ends, but with nothing less of a 'bang', of course.

The future rulers lay there in one another's weak limbs, panting heavily. As promised, there were no words, despite the one's spoken just a minute or two earlier.

Ryoua is not very shocked when she enters her room a day later to find Bakura sitting there, looking emotionless. She approaches him slowly, though, and hesitantly calls his name, just in case he did not hear her enter. "Bakura?"

He does not look at her, he barely acknowledges her physical presence. Although he does ask, "You slept with him, correct?"

This is what shocks Ryoua. "...What?"

Bakura sighs, but still does not turn towards her. "You heard me."

She shaking again. Scared, nervous, anxious. She does not know what to say; his straight-forwardness concerns her and leaves her on edge- it always has. Is she to tell him the truth? She knows her knows, or otherwise he would not ask- all he wants is to hear it from her. Bakura wants Ryoua to say it.

"Tell me."

Ryoua thinks she might throw up.

She sits down on the floor, knowing that she might fall if she were to remain standing. "I did," she confirms solemnly, her stomach lurching violently, "I slept with the Pharaoh."

Bakura stands suddenly. "I apologize for interrogating you as such, Ryoua. I needed to hear the words for myself," he says in an almost dead tone. She was correct. "I hope you are happy now," Bakura adds, "I will not ever touch you in such a manner again."

Her stomach lurches again, but this time everything she had eaten that day follows.

"N-n-no, pl-please, Bakura- no," Ryoua coughs out violently, "Do not do this. You must realize that it is my duty to do such a deed. I am to be his wife, his queen, I am to bare his children. I cannot start an affair with a commoner, let alone the greatest threat to Egypt. Our story ends in tragedy, I have already seen it. But, please, do not end it like this- do not leave me like this... in such a ghastly state."

Bakura finally faces her. He does not say anything, though, which leaves Ryoua both relaxed and ten times more anxious than she already was.

She knows she should have just let him leave, so she may live the rest of this life like how the Gods wanted it, so that they all may rest, but she just could not. Ryoua could not let Bakura go, she could not bear the thought of him gone completely.

She does not notice him get on his knees in front of her until he touches her face with his fingertips in the lightest of ways possible; her fists clench and she must fight the urge to cry, she must fight the urge to have him hold her in his arms.

"I felt it," Bakura says unexpectedly, catching her off guard. Her brows furrow and she gives him a confused look, inquiring what ever he means by that. "I felt it," he repeats once more, pauses, then continues, "I felt him take you. It was possibly the most painful feeling I have ever felt. I was unsure, at first, what was causing such pain, but, I knew. I do not know how, exactly, I knew, but I did." He runs his fingertips across her cheekbones, trailing down and tracing her jawline. He sucks in a breath painfully. "I had thought I had lost you, Ryoua," Bakura murmurs, "but then I realized that I was not losing you, in fact, you were just beginning to live, and I was the one who was dying all along."

"Do not speak in riddles, Bakura. Your words do not change the fact that I am dying," Ryoua whispers firmly, but despite how strong she sounds, she feels weak to the bone.

"You will not die, I can promise you that," he says reassuringly.

She gives him an incredulous look, asking rudely, "What are you going to do, Bakura? Sell your soul? Oh, wait, you have already done that."

Bakura glares softly at her, but keeps his calm. "Please do not mock me in such a manner, Ryoua, I have my connections and I can find away."

"I trust that you can," Ryoua says blandly, "but I am due to be wed tomorrow, Bakura, and there is no doubt that this might be the last day we can see each other alone."

Bakura nods understandingly, but the corners of his mouth edge up, breaking his serious facade. "Then we must make the most of it,"

She frowns, understanding what he means by his words. Ryoua nods slowly, but keeps her eyes on the ground, "You meet me here later tonight, then, and we shall end this... affair, of sorts. I suppose it will be our last encounter."

Bakura grins, shaking his head, "Oh, no, sweetheart, you will definitely be seeing more of me... just not in such an intimate of ways."

She understands, once more, the meaning of his words, and says nothing as he leaves.