Well, herro all!

I uh, didn't realise that it had been a month since I updated... I really really didn't... SO Sorry.

But okay. Seriously. After this chapter, there's one more left. and I know I've been saying that for like, the past ten chapters or something stupid like that, but this time I really mean it. Oh, and the epilogue. xD

Well... Fingers crossed for it, anyways.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Cry.

"B-B-Bakura..."

"Don't." Bakura lifted his head slightly, to stare down at Ryou with hardened red eyes. Ryou's chocolaty orbs looked up at him, clouded and foggy with lust, half-lidded. Although Bakura felt as though he were a million miles away from, he never felt more aware, of his heated skin against Ryou's, the way Ryou was slowly tugging at his jeans, pulling them down his thighs, how good his soft cries and gasps and whimpers sounded, the taste of his smooth, perfect skin...

"N-No..." Ryou's hands stilled on Bakura's jeans for a moment, and he shied away from Bakura, breaking contact with his lips. Bakura only glared down at Ryou, his heart thudding.

"What the fuck." He demanded angrily, eyes narrowed. Ryou sniffed, and bowed his head slightly, shaking.

"Wh-What..." The whitenette sighed deeply, and tried to quell his violent tremors. "Bakura..." He breathed, finally able to speak without stuttering. "What are we doing?" Bakura only smirked, and dipped his head a little, to speak with his lips brushing against with Ryou's.

"I know you're innocent Ryou." He muttered, his hands resting on Ryou's bony hips. "But come on, I know you're not that naive."

"No..." Ryou squirmed a little under Bakura, confused, scared, and also full of lust and passion. How good it felt to experience Bakura's hypnotic touch again... "I mean..." He swallowed, tensing his thumbs around the belt loops in Bakura's jeans. "Why..." Ryou inhaled deeply. "I thought you hated me..."

"What?" Bakura got up a little off Ryou, his hands on the pillow beside his fluffy white head. "Fuck Ryou, I don't hate you. Don't start that shit again. I..." Bakura sighed, unable to believe that he was going to really, finally say it, for the first time in almost a year. "Ryou, I love you, okay?" Soft brown eyes widened a little, and Ryou momentarily closed his eyes, tears squeezing behind closed lids. Damnit, no! I can't start crying again...

"We love each other so much." Ryou's hands were now around Bakura's wrists, and he stared straight up at the yami. "But we-"

Don't let him start. A knot grew in Bakura's stomach. God, he's such a fucking mood killer. Bakura's eyes were on Ryou's lips as he spoke, studying the way they moved as he talked. There was no way around it. He wanted him. Bakura felt as though he were going to explode if he didn't get his release soon. Did Ryou have any idea of how much of a bloody tease he was?

"Mph!" Ryou's eyes widened as Bakura roughly slammed his lips against Ryou's, yanking his wrists away from Ryou's weak grasp, and slowly lowered his body back down against Ryou's. He lay on top of Ryou perfectly, their chests, hips, thighs, legs, all touching, sending Ryou's skin into a frenzy. He was only vaguely aware of Bakura's skin on his, his lips and hands... He felt as though he were in a wild whirl, his head spinning and heart pounding and hands shaking.

Bakura's hands slid up Ryou's arms, over his shoulders and collarbone, and slowly down his sides, resting his hands on the whitenette's hips. Their tongues curled around each other, the raw passion intensifying as Ryou responded to the kiss again, his arms wrapped around Bakura, nails digging into his back. At this point, Bakura was aching, inwardly screaming for release- He was half amazed that he hadn't exploded already. He drew his head back a little, staring into Ryou's wide, beautiful eyes, before bringing his lips down to Ryou's neck. The whitenette cried out, his eyes wide as Bakura's hands, skinny, and bony, began to slide between his legs, brushing his inner thighs. Ryou's cheeks were flushed, his bangs already damp with sweat as Bakura's hands grew dangerously close to his awakening arousal. Bakura was filled with such self-satisfaction as he continued his passionate assault on Ryou, who filled the air with his soft, keening whimpers.

"Mmm... K-Kura..." Ryou finally managed to choke out, inwardly flinching at the way he could feel Bakura's ribs under his hands. That's definitely not right... Poor Bakura, I can tell you've been hurting too, so much more than you'll ever be able to say...

"What." Bakura growled, raising his head to look at Ryou. Their legs were entwined, both fused to one another from the waist down as Bakura rested himself on his elbows. "You better not be chickening out."

"N-No." Ryou shook his head. "B-But we... Well, we kinda need... Well..." His face flushed deeper, with embarrassment, as opposed to heat and lust.

"... Oh." Bakura clicked, managing to stay calm himself, for just a second. Ryou was right. If they tried to go ahead without some kind of lubricant... Ryou would be in immense pain, and Bakura would probably make himself raw. "Shit. I don't know if I have any... Do I have to move?"

"Kura..." Ryou was having trouble speaking, every movement of his hips or thighs sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. Oh... "Please..."

"Allright." With a heavy sigh, full of regret, Bakura slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the couch and planting them firmly on the floor. "Goddamn it." Ryou slowly sank back down onto the couch as Bakura stormed out of the room, a hand on his chest, trying to quell his erratic heartbeat. Oh God. They were on the verge of sleeping together. And Bakura really, really wanted it. Ryou could tell from the way he kissed and held Ryou, to the look in his eyes and the way he spoke, even in his breathing, that it was consuming him. And all Ryou himself could even think about was the way Bakura's hands trailed across his skin, how good his kisses tasted...

"Here." Before Ryou had a chance to recollect himself, Bakura had thrown a bottle of lubricant across the room, where it hit Ryou in the chest. Ryou gasped, and a moment later, Bakura, who was running back to the couch, simply jumped the last couple of steps, crashing into Ryou, who cried out, winded. "Where were we?" Ryou stared at Bakura, wide-eyed as he prised the bottle out of his hands. "Probably expired..." He muttered, pushing Ryou into the couch properly, and lying down on top of him. "Still does the job." He smirked, and dipped his head without a moment to spare, firmly kissing Ryou's pale, sweet lips. The teenager opened his mouth without any resistance, and gently lapped his tongue against Bakura's, returning the kiss with fervour.

Ryou's heart skipped a beat in his chest, and he started to tremble, as Bakura leaned down, his lips still clamped firmly on Ryou's, and pushed at Ryou's knees, guiding him, expressing a silent demand for him to fold his legs. Ryou obeyed, raising his feet up along the black leather of the couch, until Bakura was able to grasp onto Ryou's bony ankles, and rest them up on his shoulders, Ryou wincing as the muscles in his thighs were stretched uncomfortably. This was it. This was really happening. Ryou's stomach fluttered as Bakura easily flipped the top of the small bottle with a sharp fingernail, pouring a small puddle of lubricant onto the palm of his hand. Scented and flavoured, the smell of artificial strawberries hung in the air around them, Ryou's personal choice. He sighed, Bakura's teeth toying with his lower lip, and relaxed his legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure on his thighs. Bakura ran the tips of two fingers through the liquid, and wrapped his palm around the rest, trying to grease them up as much as he possibly could. Ryou squeaked as the tip of Bakura's finger rested against the entrance to his passage, his shaking arms firmly around the yami's neck, fingers tangled in his hair. Ryou started to take a deep breath in, Bakura's tongue trailing across his throat, but before he could recollect or prepare himself, Bakura pushed his finger inside Ryou as hard and fast as he could, completely forgetting about how long it had been since Ryou had slept with anyone.

"Ow!" Ryou arched his neck against Bakura's teeth as he cried out, yanking firmly on Bakura's hair in an attempt to counteract the pain. Bakura growled, his scalp aching, and lifted his head, to look down in Ryou's face.

"What?" Bakura's angry look softened, however, when he stared into Ryou's big beautiful brown eyes. "What." He repeated, softer this time, his free hand, a palm still sticky from strawberry-flavoured lubricant, rested on Ryou's cheek, as his forehead creased on worry.

"Just..." Ryou squirmed uncomfortably, trying to relax his muscles against Bakura's penetration. "N-Not so fast..." He breathed, his chest heaving. "P-Please..."

"What- Oh shit." Bakura froze, sighing. He withdrew his finger a little from Ryou, his chest sinking a little in guilt. "Didn't think.."

"I-It's okay." Ryou closed his eyes, relaxing. He slowly unwound his fingers from Bakura, who kept his head raised, biting his lip. Bakura started to slide his finger back into Ryou, slower this time, making sure he didn't go as deep. After what seemed forever to Ryou, He felt a second digit trying to join the first, and relaxed himself as much as he could. Bakura continued, frustratingly slow, to the point where Ryou thought Bakura might actually be taking the mickey. "Bakura..." He slowly opened his eyes, blinking at the look of concern on Bakura's face he never thought he would see. "You're not gonna kill me..." Bakura's hand was still on his face. He lightly curled a lock of spiky white hair around a slender white finger.

"Hey, I just don't wanna hurt." Bakura muttered, unable to look Ryou in the eye as he continued to press his lubricated digit inside of Ryou. Ryou was absolutely silent for a few moments, before Bakura heard what he swore was a choked sob. "What the..."

"Kura..." Ryou blinked rapidly, feeling as though his heart might burst. "Y-You were being just like this the night of our first real time... Do you remember?" Bakura stared down at Ryou, still. Ryou sniffed, and pulled Bakura down for a kiss, pressing on the back of his neck with his hand.

It was the most special kiss of the night. There was no lust or passion, or even romance in that kiss. It was pure love that made Ryou press his lips against Bakura's, tilting his head to the left, just slightly. Bakura's tongue slid past his own slowly, like velvet. It was a slow, simple kiss, which could easily lead to nothing. Bakura groaned softly, both fingers buried as deep as they could be inside Ryou's tight passage. Slowly, he withdrew the digits, wiping the last of the lubricant on the blanket, which was spread out haphazardly on the seat of the couch beneath them. He reached out for the bottle of lubricant, his hands trembling, but Ryou grabbed it first, breaking the kiss to get some air.

"I can do it." He breathed into Bakura's ear, pouring a decent amount onto his palms and rubbing them together. Bakura chuckled, nibbling a little onto Ryou's earlobe as his hands cupped Ryou's rear, squeezing the soft pale skin gently. Ryou squeaked, and slowly brought his hands down, slipping them between their sweat-sheened bodies. Bakura froze, his entire frame rigid as Ryou's pretty, slim white hands made contact with his aching arousal. He smoothed the lubricant onto Bakura's throbbing shaft slowly, almost teasingly, while keeping his gaze fixed on Bakura's face. Bakura was staring straight down at him now, his hands on either side of Ryou's face, thumbs slowly stroking his cheeks. Ryou's eyes were half-lidded, and when he'd managed to rub as much of the lubricant onto Bakura as he could, he let his hands drift to his sides, where they fisted the blankets, both to wipe off the remnants of strawberry-flavoured lubricant, and to prepare for the sharp burst of pain he knew was coming.

"Ready?" Bakura mumbled, as he lowered his hands, to the back of Ryou's thighs. Ryou nodded wordlessly, his heart in his chest hammering like a drum. He could barely believe what was actually happening. Him and Bakura, after months of first no contact, and then Bakura's intense hate and anger...

Ryou cried out, digging his nails into Bakura's shoulders as he started to penetrate Ryou's tight passage. Bakura bit his lip, staring down at Ryou's tightly shut eyes as he pushed himself inside Ryou a little deeper, noticing the way Ryou winced, digging his nails deeper into his skin. His legs, which were still pinned rather painfully on Bakura's shoulders, slid off, and Ryou loosely wrapped them around Bakura's waist, whimpering in pain. But Bakura knew this was normal of Ryou, his reaction to Bakura forcing himself inside of him, and it didn't worry him anymore. God, he's so gorgeous at times like these. Ryou pressed his forehead into Bakura's collarbone, as the yami pressed another couple of inches of himself inside Ryou, his teeth gritted. Bakura propped himself up with one hand, and with the other, he looped around Ryou's shoulders, pulling him closer to his chest. Bakura thrust his hips upwards, pushing more of his length into Ryou, who gasped, clinging to Bakura tighter. The yami groaned, at the incredible sensation of having his rock-hard member engulfed by Ryou's sexy tight little ass, his heart thudding in his chest.

"Relax." Bakura commanded, lowering his trembling form a little, due to the pressure Ryou was putting on his spine, clinging to him so tightly. Ryou sniffed, and nodded, slowly lowering his head from Bakura's neck and onto the pillows, but not relaxing his grip around Bakura's back. "Good." Ryou arched his neck, gasping as Bakura pushed the rest of his arousal into his tight passage, the ache shooting up his spine uncomfortably. Bakura grabbed Ryou's legs, under the thigh, and lifted them up, raising Ryou's hips a little so he was in a more comfortable angle. He withdrew himself from Ryou, just a little, and slowly pushed himself back into that sweet tight heat, earning a low moan from the writhing beauty beneath him. Unable to wait, Bakura pulled back again in just a few moments, further, before forcing himself past that tight ring of muscles once more, gripping tightly onto Ryou's legs. Oh God. Sex with Ryou, touching him and holding him in the most intimate way possible, was better than Bakura had even remembered. There was just something about the way Ryou would gasp whenever Bakura moved inside of him, or would reach his head up for a quick, sloppy kiss, that made Bakura so sure that Ryou was just such a unique and beautiful person. All he could think about while he pushed himself in and out of Ryou, his thrusts slowly becoming harder and faster, was how good it felt, not just the physical sensations of having sex, but how could it felt to be close with Ryou again- There was no doubt in his mind that he missed it.

Ryou was also flung into the wildest ecstasy. Every time Bakura thrust back inside of him, touching, rubbing, pleasuring the tiny but extremely sensitive bundle of nerves hidden deep in his passage as he did so, it sent a gradually stronger tingle of erotic pleasure shooting up his spine, and he couldn't help but cry out. It hurt, it hurt like hell, to have his rear forced open like that after months, and Bakura, picking up his pace, was starting to become incredibly rough, the pain of his sharp thrusting almost outweighing the sexual pleasure Ryou was gaining. Almost.

"K-Kura..." Ryou stammered, gasping as he arched his neck against the pillows, his fingers entangled in Bakura's long hair, the roots damp with sweat. "O-Oh God." He screamed as Bakura slammed into him with a particularly hard thrust, from his tip to the base, and something in him, he was sure, broke, because that really hurt. Ryou curled his toes, digging his nails into Bakura's scalp and whimpering. Bakura pushed his entire shaft into Ryou like that again, earning a fresh yelp from the whitenette, who blinked back tears. He couldn't remember it hurting that badly before... My body's just not used to it, that's all... He was amazed he could even think coherently as Bakura crushed their hips together with a bruising force, Bakura's nails giving Ryou painful red marks, marring his skin. Bakura didn't let up, despite knowing how much he was hurting Ryou. Instead, he pumped himself in and out of Ryou harder, and faster, as much as he could, unable to get enough of Ryou. Slowly, Bakura slid his hands up, over Ryou's thighs, his hips, up his sides, until he could grab Ryou's arms by the elbow, and push him into the couch seat as hard as he could, his sharp nails digging painfully into Ryou's skin. The teenager yelped, and whimpered in pain, which doubled in volume as Bakura thrust into him again. From the outside, it would look as though Bakura was only putting Ryou through intense pain and distress, but was clearly the exact opposite, evident from the way Ryou's fingers, slid through his hair, how he stared up at Bakura with lust-filled eyes, and most obviously, from the arousal pressed against Bakura's stomach, that was stroked every time Bakura thrust himself into Ryou, sending shudders down Ryou's spine.

With their legs entangled, torso's pressed almost flat against one another, fingers entwined with hair, and tracing sweat-dampened skin, lips meeting every thirty or so seconds for a rough, passionate kiss, Bakura and Ryou were at their closest. Ryou still screamed in pain whenever his abused passage was filled, feeling as though something was splitting him open, but the way his most sensitive spot in his body was being massaged internally, and his hard arousal being sandwiched firmly between their trembling bodies brought Ryou to new heights of ecstasy, that he hadn't experienced in months.

Fuck. Although Bakura, weak as though he was in his current physical state, had pushed himself to the limit, he still wanted more, so much more. He wanted to be deeper inside Ryou, wanted to go faster, harder, make Ryou scream louder and longer. He loved drawing as many moans, gasps, and screams from Ryou's pretty little mouth as he could whenever they made love. It just did wonders for his sex drive, having his innocent, pure little light turning into a vocal, writhing, wanton little sex slave, committing to his every disgustingly filthy whim...

He was getting close, the intense pressure in his lower stomach building. And judging from the look on Ryou's face, his eyes screwed up tightly shut, lips pressed together to try and keep himself quiet, he was too. Bakura smirked, and drove himself inside Ryou with a particularly hard thrust, earning a high-pitched cry from the teenager. Ryou's teeth were gritted, his nails drawing blood from Bakura's back, as something in his abdomen started tightening. He was close...

"B-Bakura..." Ryou gasped, his neck arched, and legs wrapped tightly around Bakura's waist. "I-I'm... I-I'm gonna-"

"Shhh..." Bakura dipped his head to whisper into Ryou's ear, not giving up on his relentless pounding into Ryou's tender little rear. Ryou screwed his eyes up tight, the pressure in his stomach intensifying. He felt like he was dangling over the edge of a chasm, and Bakura was about to push him in...

It was quite possibly the best sex with Ryou that Bakura had ever had. The teenager was usually firm about how rough and hard Bakura would be when they made love, and Bakura was always willing to stop whenever Ryou called out. He was naturally tight, and after months of chastity, Bakura was astounded that Ryou was letting him go this hard. Ryou whined beneath him, his nails raking down Bakura's back, leaving shallow, but painful scratches on the deathly white skin. Bakura panted behind gritted teeth, the sound of the couch squeaking beneath them increasing. Bakura could only take a few more seconds and by the sounds of it, Ryou was just on the edge...

"Fuck." Bakura managed to choke, before his voice died in his throat as he climaxed, his hands wrapped around Ryou's arms, almost cutting off his circulation. Every muscle in his body tensed, and he pressed his forehead into Ryou's collarbone, feeling as though he might pass out from the intense force of his orgasm. The sounds and smells and sensations of what they were doing was just too much for Ryou, and a few scant seconds later, the teenager arched his back, his bony fingers entangled in Bakura's hair as he came, feeling as though he were exploding in ecstasy. A ragged gasp tore from parted lips, Ryou's heart thudding in his chest harder than it had in weeks. He was shaking, drenched in sweat, and, even as his orgasm faded, felt so good. Bakura slumped into Ryou's weak, trembling form with a low moan, his legs actually feeling numb.

"W-W-Wow." Ryou finally managed to pant, relishing in the faint ache, and the shock-like tingles that still coursed lightly through his veins. Bakura chuckled, his voice muffled by Ryou's sweat-sheened skin, as he nuzzled Ryou's shoulder. All he could think about was how Ryou's heart thudded beneath his, so strong he could feel it, the soft panting and moaning that came from those perfect, kiss-swollen lips, those slim little hands tangled up in his hair, the taste of sweaty skin against his lips, the slim, underbuilt arms that were wrapped tightly around him, the feeling of his exhausted member still half-buried in that tight, gorgeous little ass.

And it all belonged to Ryou.

Although it felt as though it weighed a ton, Bakura slowly lifted his head, so he could stare into those half-lidded brown eyes, which were hazy and unfocused. Ryou smiled, weakly, and slowly pulled his fingers from Bakura's hair. They trailed down the back of his neck, across his shoulders, down his arms, and came to rest at his elbows.

"... That was awesome." Bakura's voice was hoarse as he lowered his wild fluffy head a few inches, jagged white locks forming a nice private little tent around the both of them. Ryou nodded weakly, closing his eyes as Bakura cupped the side of Ryou's face with a quivering hand, leaning down for a soft sweet kiss to place upon Ryou's pale parted lips-

Bang!

"Tomb Robber, where are you?"

"Fuck!" Bakura sat up in shock, eyes wide. Ryou had barely enough time to wrap the blanket around himself before Yami stormed into the house, guns blazing. Bakura grabbed for his pants, jumping off the couch to pull them on. "Do you mind?" He zipped them up, hands still shaking, making sure to grab a corner of the blanket and wipe Ryou's semen from his stomach before leaving the room, meeting Yami in the dining area.

"Where is he?" Yami snarled, his hands clenched into fists. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing!" Bakura shot back, his calm peaceful state of mind totally jarred by Yami's rude intrusion. "Why the hell are you even here!"

"Because I-"

"We said we were coming." Yugi came up behind Yami, making him jump. "Remember? We would have been here sooner, but there was a hold-up on the expressway. I think a car crashed..."

"Well, Ryou is fine." Bakura spat, shooting the both of them a smouldering glare. "Now get the fuck out of my house-"

"Excuse me?" Yami shot back, incensed. "Just who the hell do you think you're talking too?"

"What the fuck?" Bakura swore, looking as though he wanted to strangle the Egyptian spirit. "I should-"

"Bakura." The voice behind the yami wasn't loud, boisterous, or even firm, but it was enough for Bakura to stop in his tracks, and turn around. Yami watched intently as Bakura's expression changed in a heartbeat. The cold fury and hate on his face just melted away, and was replaced with a look of concern. Ryou had simply pulled on the red-and-black striped shirt that was long, managing to cover his little round bum, but still showed off his creamy legs, making Bakura's stomach soften. "Please... Don't fight..."

"Go back onto the couch." Bakura instructed softly, his hands on Ryou's shoulders, gently pushing at him. "You've been through a lot, you need rest."

"A lot of what?" Yami jumped at the chance, his eyes narrowed as he surveyed Bakura. Ryou blushed very, very deeply, and couldn't look at anyone in the eye, which Yugi and Jounouchi noticed.

"... Nothing." Bakura quickly muttered as Ryou slowly wandered back into the lounge, looking dejected for some reason. "Shit Ryou..."

"Hey!" Yami shouted. "I was talking to you!" Yugi shook his head, and Jounouchi stared at the ex-pharaoh with an odd look on his face.

"He... He doesn't get what the spirit was hinting at?" Yugi shook his head, bemused. Yami rounded on Jounouch, angry.

"What?" He growled, clearly worked up by his short confrontation with Bakura.

"Yami, it's pretty obvious they've slept together." Jounouchi explained, his hands shoved in his pockets. "We probably walked in on it, that's why the spirit's so pissed off."

"He-what?!" Jou jumped as Yami turned away, running into the living room. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Bakura, who was sitting on the edge of the couch, a hand resting on Ryou's side, barely had time to react before Yami grabbed his bony arm, hauling him off of the couch and pulling him into the centre of the room. "Huh?"

"What the fuck are you-"

"I warned you!" Bakura swore loudly as Yami started pulling him from the room. He might have been taller, but was not only exhausted, but physically debilitated, and Yami was easily able to drag him around. "I goddamn warned you!"

"Look, what the fuck are you talking about?" Bakura spat as he was pulled into the hallway, where Yami hoped their conversation could go unheard. "Get your fucking hands off me!"

"Where the hell do you get off." Yami's teeth were gritted, as he glared at Bakura with intense hate. "How can you do this to Bakura? How the hell can you just use him like this!"

"What the... No!" Bakura firmly tore his arm out of Yami's grasp, eyes narrowed. "What, so you think that I only slept with Ryou because I wanted to get off to something? What is your problem!"

"Of course it is!" Yami shot back loudly. "God, you can't-"

"I can't what? I can't fucking what! You think I can't love him. You think I am just this fucking wasteland where I can't feel anything. How can you still think that shit!" Ryou, who was sitting on the couch curled into a ball wrapped in the blanket, was staring into space, eyes welling with tears.

"Oh, Bakura..." Yugi sighed, sitting onto the couch, resting a hand on Ryou's shoulder.

"You really wanna sit there?" Jou raised an eyebrow, pushing down a smirk. Ryou's cheeks reddened in a blush, and Yugi's eyes widened as he jumped up, wincing.

"What reason have you given me to believe otherwise!" All three pairs of eyes swung back to the closed door that led into the hallway. "When have you ever shown any kindness or decency towards anyone?"

"Ryou, loads of times!" Bakura shouted back, furious. "What about when I bought him this house! What about when we were together! What about when I fucking proposed to him!"

"And look at what you've done!" Yami's equally angry voice boomed. Yugi shuffled his feet uncomfortably. "Bakura tried to kill himself because of you!"

"That doesn't mean I don't love him!" Bakura screamed, his voice breaking. Jou and Yugi looked over to Ryou, who had a very small smile on his face. God, his bum hurt...

"If you ever loved him, you wouldn't have done this to him!" Yami shouted in return. Bakura just stood and stared at him.

".. Fuck you." Bakura snarled, every fibre in his being hating, loathing Yami at that moment. "Fuck you!" The three in the living room froze as Bakura yanked the door open, and stormed into the living room. "You know nothing!"

"I know Bakura is being unfairly treated!" Yami followed the white-haired spirit. "Come on! How can you say you hate him and never want to see him again and then sleep with him? What goes through your depraved mind-"

"Now you listen to me." Bakura growled, his voice low and threatening. "You have no idea what that brat has put me through, you-"

"What?" Yami was incredulous. "What Bakura has put you through? What has he ever done to you?" Ryou let out a long breath, lowering his head as his chest started to ache in guilt.

"How would you feel." Bakura couldn't look at Yami or Ryou, couldn't look at anyone as he spoke, his voice still low. "How would you feel if, when you manage to find that one person who actually makes you give a shit about even living anymore, that one person who actually makes you happy, and you're with them, and everything is just better than you ever imagined. And... And then you're out of it for nine months because some idiot cracks your skull on a bit of concrete but when you wake up, you're relying on that one person who actually gives a shit about you to be there for you for some goddamn support!" Ryou felt sick with guilt as he stared downwards, his hands shaking. "A-And then... To find out they've slept with your best friend..." Bakura sounded as though he were in a daze, staring off into nothing. "It hurts." His voice was hoarse, and wavering. "It hurts more than you can ever possibly imagine." Ryou screwed his eyes up shut tightly, his lower lip shaking as he fought back tears. Yami was standing still, very quietly, his mouth slightly open. "I love Ryou." Bakura's hands were clenched into fists. "More than anything. And I can't see myself ever feeling anything remotely like this with anyone else." Bakura's lip curled, and he glared at Ryou, who sniffed. "But I can not, nor will I ever forgive you for being a cheating slut-"

"Hey!"

"It's true." Bakura rounded on Jounouchi, livid. "Now, have I justified myself enough for you, or do you want me to go on?"

"Bakura." Ryou slowly sat up straight, rubbing at his eyes. Bakura stilled, his shoulders slumped and eyes on the carpet. "Please... Don't get angry at them."

"Well, maybe if they weren't a bunch of bloody idiots-"

"Hey!"

"Well, you-"

"Okay!" Jounouchi stood between Bakura and Yami, his hands held up. "This isn't proving anything. Bakura and Ryou have a lot to sort out, and Ryou looks really tired. How about we leave them to it for the night, and Bakura drops Ryou off in the morning?"

"Yeah." Yugi agreed, nodding his head emphatically, glad for an out. "Come on Yami, we need to go..."

"All right." Ryou smiled weakly as he stood up, regretfully lowering the blanket. "I'll show you out." Bakura stood as still as a statue as Ryou led Jou and Yugi out of the room, aware of Yami standing beside him.

"Now you listen." Yami snarled as soon as he had the opportunity. "I don't know what the hells going through your head, but you better listen. Bakura is going to end up thinking that you sleeping him means you want to be with him. And I swear, thief, this is your last chance. If you ever make Bakura unhappy from now on, I'm going to destroy you. I'll rip your soul from your body and cast it to the darkest depths of the Shadows to remain for eternity. And I don't care what Bakura says in your defence. I don't care how much he begs and cries and pleads for mercy on your part, because you wont get it. You will get exactly what you deserve. So unless you're suicidal, don't ever hurt Bakura." Yami didn't wait for an answer. He simply turned away from Bakura, and stomped out of the house without a word, giving Ryou a curt nod on the way out.

"K-Kura?" Ryou asked, softly closing the door and walking back into the living room. "Are you okay? You don't look well..." Bakura slowly lifted his head from the spot on the floor he was staring at, and sighed deeply, still not looking Ryou in the eye.

"... Shower." Bakura finally muttered, staring at Ryou's legs. The whitenette blinked. "You need to shower."

"What-"

"You're messy." Ryou gasped as Bakura took a step towards him, so they stood inches apart. "I noticed when you walked the morons out. Fuck Ryou, you're bleeding." Ryou blinked, surprised. "What, couldn't you feel it?"

"W-Well, yeah, but I thought it was..." Ryou's face was red. "Umm... You don't think Yugi and Jou..."

"Nah." Bakura grabbed Ryou's elbow and started walking to the bathroom. "They wouldn't have seen anything, they wouldn't have been looking." Ryou followed obediently, his heart racing and mind whirling. He was still struggling to process everything that Bakura had said. If only I could show Bakura just how sorry I was and how I want to make it all better...

"Bakura..." Ryou passed outside the bathroom door, looking Bakura in the eye. "W-W really need to talk about all this-"

"Shower first." Bakura commanded, releasing his hold on Ryou's arm, shifting his gaze to the floor. "You'll feel better. Then we'll talk, okay?"

"... Yeah." Ryou smiled, straightened a little. Bakura blinked as Ryou placed a soft, tasty kiss on his lips, his heart skipping a beat in his chest. "Give me twenty minutes."

"... Sure." Bakura muttered as Ryou closed the bathroom door, slumping his shoulders. He leaned against the wall with a long sigh, lowering his head to his hands. "Fuck." He couldn't believe the corner he had backed himself into. He didn't want to talk to Ryou! He didn't want to discuss how he felt or what was going through his head or what he wanted to do. He couldn't. He wouldn't!

I can't handle this. Bakura ran down the hallway, into his room. He grabbed at the closest shirt he could find, a button-down shirt, and pulled it onto his skinny frame. He yanked the door shut behind himself, and ran down the hall, not bothering to do up his shirt. I can't... I cant think about any of this. Oh God, there's no right and wrong answer to this.

Bakura was in the kitchen. He grabbed at his car keys that had been tossed on the bench, and pulled the front door open without a second thought. He didn't know what else to do. Bakura knew he just couldn't be up to either one of the two inevitable scenarios- telling Ryou it could never work out and watch him break down, followed by eternal banishment by a certain pharaoh, or forcing out the words Ryou longer to hear- That Bakura forgave him and they could be together. Words he could never bring himself to utter. Running away, seeking refuge and trying to get help seemed like the best possible option at that moment.

So run away he did.

Wooooo, chapter finished! happy time!

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