Koimonogatari
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai. If you don't know what that means, you are strongly advised to leave. All flames will be publicly ridiculed at your expense.
Disclaimer - I don't own YGO, and I don't own the characters. But if I had enough money I could probably buy the rights to Seto. Which I don't.
Wow... I can't believe I'm already writing Chapter VIII... I've been looking forward to this chapter for a while; I planned it out while I was writing Chapter II. ^_^;
Thanks for the reviews!!!
No Name [ff.net] - hehe Duo wasn't exactly *in* this fic... I just created a character who physically looked like him as the result of one of my moods... I have no idea where that came from... As for the other pilots, they won't be appearing either, but there may be characters in future chapters who resemble them.
Chapter 8
Koi no Hakujou
koi no hakujou - confession of love; love's confession
Ryou reached out to touch Bakura's arm as he stood. "You do?" he said uncertainly.
Bakura sank back into the mattress, lowering his eyes. "I... I love you." He closed his eyes, not wanting to see Ryou's reaction.
Ryou's mind whirled, not quite believing what he'd just heard. His yami loved him? It seemed to make no sense and make perfect sense at the same time. He remembered what had happened just you nights ago. "Why do you care? You hate me," he'd said. He hadn't expected a response, only perhaps a sharp slap for his impertinence, but his yami's reply had disconcerted him. "Do I?"
"God knows I love you too..." he murmured.
Remembering other events of that same night, he looked guiltily down at the newly healed scars on his wrist. If Bakura had truly loved him, how much it must have hurt him to see those slashes!
He found himself looking down into Bakura's astonished eyes, his yami's hands folded around his own. Bakura's fingers traced the scars on his wrists, registering the guilt Ryou had felt.
"Please... Forget that. It's all right now, it's over. Things will only get better from now on." He slid an arm around Ryou's waist and pulled him down to sit beside him.
Ryou looked up at him with wide chocolate brown eyes. "You promise?"
"I do," Bakura said without hesitation. The way Ryou's eyes lit up with genuine happiness made him feel happier than he had in years. His hand moved up Ryou's back, his fingers tangling in the boy's silky white hair, and Ryou's arms went instinctively around his neck. Bakura allowed himself to search Ryou's eyes for a moment before pressed his lips to Ryou's in a firm but gentle kiss.
When he pulled away, Ryou's eyes were downcast. Bakura lifted his chin with a finger. "Look at me, Ryou." Ryou looked up, and Bakura was startled by the intense emotion he saw in the other's eyes. "I love you, Ryou." It felt natural to say it, as if he'd been rehearsing for this moment for his entire life and the performance had gone off perfectly.
Ryou buried his face in Bakura's shoulder. "I love you too," he whispered in Bakura's ear, as if it would break the spell were he to say it aloud.
Bakura had waited for so long to hear those words, but now he wanted to make sure. "Ryou. The other night... who were you dreaming about?"
Ryou felt heat rise to his cheeks and ears. "You."
"From what I saw, it seemed to be quite a pleasant dream indeed." Bakura smirked, watching the color paint his hikari's cheeks again. It was by then painfully obvious what the dream had been about.
"And just what did you see?" Ryou asked boldly.
"Ah... this and that... none of the dream itself, of course, I wouldn't do that... But I did get a chance to wash your sheets while you were at school that day."
The blush that ran right across the bridge of Ryou's nose then left Bakura at a loss for words. Ra... he's beyond beautiful, Bakura thought to himself.
"Er, thanks..." he replied, feeling ridiculous.
"No need to thank me, Ryou. The pleasure was mine." Bakura didn't even try to stop the smirk that crossed his lips this time. He kissed Ryou chastely, then deepened it, his senses awakening to the sound from Ryou's throat as he plundered his mouth.
He broke away for air, then kissed a hot trail along Ryou's collarbone, ending at his neck. "I'll have to teach you to control those blushes... You have no idea what they do to me," he whispered. Ryou gasped softly at his yami's words.
The doorbell rang downstairs. Muttering a string of Egyptian curses, Bakura disentangled himself from Ryou. "I'll be right back," he told him.
"Who is it, dammit?!" he called as he reached the bottom. He threw open the door and was taken aback. The figure who stood in the doorway was nothing less than a ghost from his past. The sun-bleached hair, tanned skin, and exotic violet eyes were the last things he wanted to see right now.
"Greetings and salutations, Bakura. I've found you, at long last," he drawled.
"What do you want, Malik?" he asked tersely. He considered slamming the door in his ex-lover's face, but felt that he should at least listen to what he had to say. I seemed like Ryou was rubbing off on him.
"What do I want? Bakura, you make me laugh... You know well exactly what I want," Malik said, chortling madly.
"You want my Sennen Ring. Hn. You can't have it." He was done with this fool. Heh... he's tried all these years to collect the Items, and failed every time, and now he's trying again?
"Foolish boy. I don't want the Ring." Malik paused, caressing the eye of his Sennen Rod. "I want you." He slammed the door hard and pinned Bakura against it. "And this time, I'll get what I want." Angling Bakura's mouth, he punished him with his lips and tongue.
I don't want this! Bakura screamed mentally, but his body betrayed him. He returned the kiss, pressing his hips to Malik's.
Ryou sat at the edge of his bed, still breathless from Bakura's kiss. The door downstairs slammed, and a heavy thud against one of the walls caused his bedroom window to rattle in its frame. Ryou decided to take a look downstairs to make sure his yami was alright; after all, it had been a while since he left.
He slipped wraithlike halfway down the stairs, hoping neither Bakura nor whoever it was at the door wouldn't notice him. Looking through the bars of the banister, Ryou gasped, his heart sickeningly plunging. It was Marik Ishtar's yami, and he had Bakura up against the wall, kissing him... and Bakura... Bakura was kissing him back. Ryou sat down heavily in despair.
Bakura freed himself from Malik and turned toward the creak of the stairs. Ryou sat there, his face in his cupped hands. He must have seen.
Ryou felt someone's eyes on him and looked up.
Author's Note:
Gomen! Gomen! Well this just shows how quickly my fluffball can turn angst. ::sigh:: But expect ups and downs in life and in fanfiction... and what goes up must come down (except in "and they lived happily ever after" type stories) and what goes down must come up (No pun intended.) So things will be nice and fluffy again starting chapter 13. *but* not unless you review!
Fic's Statistics:
[2] reviews average per chapter
[7] more chapters before lemon
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai. If you don't know what that means, you are strongly advised to leave. All flames will be publicly ridiculed at your expense.
Disclaimer - I don't own YGO, and I don't own the characters. But if I had enough money I could probably buy the rights to Seto. Which I don't.
Wow... I can't believe I'm already writing Chapter VIII... I've been looking forward to this chapter for a while; I planned it out while I was writing Chapter II. ^_^;
Thanks for the reviews!!!
No Name [ff.net] - hehe Duo wasn't exactly *in* this fic... I just created a character who physically looked like him as the result of one of my moods... I have no idea where that came from... As for the other pilots, they won't be appearing either, but there may be characters in future chapters who resemble them.
Chapter 8
Koi no Hakujou
koi no hakujou - confession of love; love's confession
Ryou reached out to touch Bakura's arm as he stood. "You do?" he said uncertainly.
Bakura sank back into the mattress, lowering his eyes. "I... I love you." He closed his eyes, not wanting to see Ryou's reaction.
Ryou's mind whirled, not quite believing what he'd just heard. His yami loved him? It seemed to make no sense and make perfect sense at the same time. He remembered what had happened just you nights ago. "Why do you care? You hate me," he'd said. He hadn't expected a response, only perhaps a sharp slap for his impertinence, but his yami's reply had disconcerted him. "Do I?"
"God knows I love you too..." he murmured.
Remembering other events of that same night, he looked guiltily down at the newly healed scars on his wrist. If Bakura had truly loved him, how much it must have hurt him to see those slashes!
He found himself looking down into Bakura's astonished eyes, his yami's hands folded around his own. Bakura's fingers traced the scars on his wrists, registering the guilt Ryou had felt.
"Please... Forget that. It's all right now, it's over. Things will only get better from now on." He slid an arm around Ryou's waist and pulled him down to sit beside him.
Ryou looked up at him with wide chocolate brown eyes. "You promise?"
"I do," Bakura said without hesitation. The way Ryou's eyes lit up with genuine happiness made him feel happier than he had in years. His hand moved up Ryou's back, his fingers tangling in the boy's silky white hair, and Ryou's arms went instinctively around his neck. Bakura allowed himself to search Ryou's eyes for a moment before pressed his lips to Ryou's in a firm but gentle kiss.
When he pulled away, Ryou's eyes were downcast. Bakura lifted his chin with a finger. "Look at me, Ryou." Ryou looked up, and Bakura was startled by the intense emotion he saw in the other's eyes. "I love you, Ryou." It felt natural to say it, as if he'd been rehearsing for this moment for his entire life and the performance had gone off perfectly.
Ryou buried his face in Bakura's shoulder. "I love you too," he whispered in Bakura's ear, as if it would break the spell were he to say it aloud.
Bakura had waited for so long to hear those words, but now he wanted to make sure. "Ryou. The other night... who were you dreaming about?"
Ryou felt heat rise to his cheeks and ears. "You."
"From what I saw, it seemed to be quite a pleasant dream indeed." Bakura smirked, watching the color paint his hikari's cheeks again. It was by then painfully obvious what the dream had been about.
"And just what did you see?" Ryou asked boldly.
"Ah... this and that... none of the dream itself, of course, I wouldn't do that... But I did get a chance to wash your sheets while you were at school that day."
The blush that ran right across the bridge of Ryou's nose then left Bakura at a loss for words. Ra... he's beyond beautiful, Bakura thought to himself.
"Er, thanks..." he replied, feeling ridiculous.
"No need to thank me, Ryou. The pleasure was mine." Bakura didn't even try to stop the smirk that crossed his lips this time. He kissed Ryou chastely, then deepened it, his senses awakening to the sound from Ryou's throat as he plundered his mouth.
He broke away for air, then kissed a hot trail along Ryou's collarbone, ending at his neck. "I'll have to teach you to control those blushes... You have no idea what they do to me," he whispered. Ryou gasped softly at his yami's words.
The doorbell rang downstairs. Muttering a string of Egyptian curses, Bakura disentangled himself from Ryou. "I'll be right back," he told him.
"Who is it, dammit?!" he called as he reached the bottom. He threw open the door and was taken aback. The figure who stood in the doorway was nothing less than a ghost from his past. The sun-bleached hair, tanned skin, and exotic violet eyes were the last things he wanted to see right now.
"Greetings and salutations, Bakura. I've found you, at long last," he drawled.
"What do you want, Malik?" he asked tersely. He considered slamming the door in his ex-lover's face, but felt that he should at least listen to what he had to say. I seemed like Ryou was rubbing off on him.
"What do I want? Bakura, you make me laugh... You know well exactly what I want," Malik said, chortling madly.
"You want my Sennen Ring. Hn. You can't have it." He was done with this fool. Heh... he's tried all these years to collect the Items, and failed every time, and now he's trying again?
"Foolish boy. I don't want the Ring." Malik paused, caressing the eye of his Sennen Rod. "I want you." He slammed the door hard and pinned Bakura against it. "And this time, I'll get what I want." Angling Bakura's mouth, he punished him with his lips and tongue.
I don't want this! Bakura screamed mentally, but his body betrayed him. He returned the kiss, pressing his hips to Malik's.
Ryou sat at the edge of his bed, still breathless from Bakura's kiss. The door downstairs slammed, and a heavy thud against one of the walls caused his bedroom window to rattle in its frame. Ryou decided to take a look downstairs to make sure his yami was alright; after all, it had been a while since he left.
He slipped wraithlike halfway down the stairs, hoping neither Bakura nor whoever it was at the door wouldn't notice him. Looking through the bars of the banister, Ryou gasped, his heart sickeningly plunging. It was Marik Ishtar's yami, and he had Bakura up against the wall, kissing him... and Bakura... Bakura was kissing him back. Ryou sat down heavily in despair.
Bakura freed himself from Malik and turned toward the creak of the stairs. Ryou sat there, his face in his cupped hands. He must have seen.
Ryou felt someone's eyes on him and looked up.
Author's Note:
Gomen! Gomen! Well this just shows how quickly my fluffball can turn angst. ::sigh:: But expect ups and downs in life and in fanfiction... and what goes up must come down (except in "and they lived happily ever after" type stories) and what goes down must come up (No pun intended.) So things will be nice and fluffy again starting chapter 13. *but* not unless you review!
Fic's Statistics:
[2] reviews average per chapter
[7] more chapters before lemon