Yami Ryuu, Shiro Tenshi

Well, I fixed the "lemon" section! It is an actual lemon now, not watered down lime! **throws up a cheer before being beaten on the head for being hentai**

**jumps around and sings** Shounen Jump! Shounen Jump!

Quatre: That's random...

Wildwolf: Don't ask about the title, I'm running off high school amounts of sleep here... Camels go moo! And Shadii knows it! Simple minds are amused by simple things. Complex minds are amused by the simplicity of things. If there really a difference? I have yet to find out which one I am.

Chapter 7-

Mokuba's Poor Virgin Eyes

Ryou's POV

Not much happened over the next few months. Jounouchi-kun kept bugging Seto for reasons to his being nice. He won't know for a while, at least I hope not. But funny, he thinks Seto's reasons for help are wrong, but it's actually quite beautiful.

I have earned the pet name 'Shiro Tenshi' around the house. I still flush when I hear him call me that. I don't see why he thinks I'm an angel, but I love him anyway. He's now gotten the nickname Yami Ryuu. He is like a dragon, regal and valiant- in a sense- and he has a dark, mystic air about him.

Yami Bakura has still bothered me and arisen a few times. Seto just hasn't seen him. I'm afraid that Yami Bakura will do something to Seto; I lock myself in my room if I feel him coming to take me over. He can't create a physical form over me, but he just takes mine over and say... slices a cut in my arm? That's happened before... but he makes me bleed, and I'll have to cover it up so Seto doesn't know. I hate lying to him, but... I do it to save him. I can't let my Yami hurt him. What was he called? Akutenshi? Evil angel. Yeah, suits him, if Seto says I am an angel.

"Unlock the door." Yami Bakura demanded. "He's mine."

"No, he's not." I wiped blood from my mouth. "He's mine. I love him, you just want his body."

"Is that a problem?" He asked with a casual shrug. "Don't tell me you don't desperately want him, yearn for him. I know you do; I know your every move."

"Shut up!" I couldn't stand what he was saying.

"Come on, you lust for him. You want his body; you just want him to have sex with you. You want him to use you, abuse you." He laughed; an evil glint in his eyes, maniacal. Then, he fell silent. Looking towards the door, he growled, then disappeared.

There was a knock on the door. "Bakura-kun?" Mokuba-kun called. "Seto says it's time for dinner."

"Arigato Mokuba-kun." I grabbed a tissue and wiped the blood up. It would heal soon; I was used to the beatings. My body has developed a quick resistance to physical blows.

I heard Mokuba run downstairs. There was a little bit of blood on my clothing, so I changed and then went downstairs.

We ate dinner, and Seto noticed my silence and rather obvious frown on my face.

"Hey, are you ok?" He asked, looking me over.

"Oh? Yes, I'm ok." I shoved another forkful of food into my mouth.

"No, you're not. What is it? You know you can tell me."

He gave me this look that made me want to tell him everything. But... no. I couldn't. It was my other self, my problem. I love Seto with all my heart, but I couldn't tell him, to protect him. I had to protect him from myself.

I stood up. "Please excuse me, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep; I'll see you two in the morning." I took my plate to the kitchen, washed it off, and then put it in the dishwasher. I had been here for a while, but the house was still huge.

Seto met me at the stairs. "Ryou." He grabbed my arm firmly, maybe just a little roughly. I could tell he was growing with impatience for my secrets. "I know there's something wrong. If it's something you didn't want to say in front of Mokuba, you can say it now."

I considered it, I really did. But Yami Bakura's words still haunted me. Did I want him to use me...? Did I just want to have sex with him and nothing else? Just for my own bodily pleasure? No, I didn't have the same intentions as... him.

"I'm sorry Seto, I can't." I walked around him and up the stairs. He didn't try to stop me.

"Wakka ta." He nodded.

I stopped for a few seconds. No, you don't. I ran the rest of the way up and closed my door behind me.

I laid down on my bed. Yami Bakura wasn't coming yet, he probably wouldn't anymore tonight. That's how he usually acted, at least.

I sighed. Life was so hard...

I thought about Yami Bakura's words over and over.

On the other hand, what if he just wanted me? What if he just wanted to have sex with me and that was it?

No Ryou, Seto's not like that. He loves you, so dearly. He doesn't just want you for sex, or else he probably would have done so with Yami Bakura. He loves you. How dare you even consider it?

But I was still wondering about myself.

I started on homework, but soon decided to just put it down. I didn't need to do it now, so I didn't.

Seto's POV

It turned to night quickly. I was still worried about Ryou. He seemed like he was hurt, wounded, but didn't want to admit it. Maybe he was.

With that on my mind, I undressed myself and laid down in bed. What's wrong with him? What's happened to my Shiro Tenshi?

~

I saw Ryou before me, naked. He had his back turned to me and was looking over his shoulder. Tears were forming in his eyes.

"He's coming... to destroy the dragon." Then, he went into what looked like a spasm of energy release. I started to run to him, but stopped when I saw the most miraculous thing happen. Large, magnificent wings sprouted from his back. Long pure white feathers floated slowly down. I caught one and held it. It glowed a faint light and felt so soft... He really was an angel.

"Seto..."

I looked at Ryou. He smiled sadly.

Then, fire erupted. So hot! I could swear that they were the eternal flames of hell.

"He's coming, the demon within me. Help." He just seemed to blank out, as if someone had struck him on the back of the head. He fell into the fires.

~

"No!" I woke up and dashed out of my room, despite the fact I was still in my boxers. Stupidly, I ran into his room.

It was theatrical. The moon shown glittering like light on snow off his hair and swept his shadow towards me. He probably planned it. It was him, the demon, the dark.

"Kaiba Seto." His cold voice resounded. His Ring hung outside his loose shirt. I had to get it away from him.

"Why are you here?" I slowly walked towards him. I was aware of his eyes looking me over, checking me out. His eyes stayed on one particular part of me longer than others. The sick bastard.

I stood in front of him. He was sitting on the foot of the bed, eyes now lowered.

"I give you a chance to save him life."

I was silent. To save Ryou from... him? I would do almost anything, including give my own life.

"Give me yourself."

Wait...

"What?"

"Give me what I want and he will go free." He stood and looked up at me. The Ring was there, right in front of me.

Ok Seto, now or never!

"What do you say?"

"This!" I grabbed the Ring and yanked- hard. It tore from his neck. He let out a groan of pain, and at the same time I pressed my mouth to his. His hand shot up to my arm and grasped it as if he was trying to draw blood. He probably did.

I let the Ring drop.

There's a calm surrender to the rush of day
When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away

Slowly, his grip became gentle and his lips softened. His hand moved from my arm to my chest. Yes, it was him again.

Ryou's POV

I awakened to myself and felt Seto kissing me. I could feel that he was releasing all his anger and sorrow that my dark self had inflicted upon him into it, even if it was subconsciously. His tongue forced its way down my throat- painfully, but fervently. I moved my hand to his chest to let him know it was me. His firm skin was warm to the touch. I could feel his heart beating in unison with mine.

An enchanted moment, and it sees me through
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you

He pressed his body against mine; I could feel his entire being touching me and dimly noticed that he was becoming slightly aroused. But now the only conscious thought I could remember was 'I love you'. I hoped he could psychically hear it, just so that he would know. I do love him, more than anyone would comprehend.

And can you feel the love tonight?
It is where we are
It's enough for wide eyed wanderer that we got this far

I was vaguely aware that I was leaning back, though not consciously until the back of my head hit the soft blankets.

It was ecstasy in its purest form. Ecstasy! I felt my body heat up, as if having a pleasurable fever. I could smell the shampoo and soap he had used, a perfume to my senses.

And can you feel the love tonight how it's laid to rest
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds believe the very best

My shirt was torn from my body. By which one of us, I do not know. One of his hands held the back of my head, driving himself closer. The other one was well down my shorts, I felt it on my inner leg. My own, I dare not think about. He pivoted his waist into mine; I let a low sound of enjoyment escape my lips.

Pretty soon, all of our clothes had been discarded and still we were lost in our said fervor.

"Mm!" I felt him insert a finger into my body and knew he was planning on taking me. I wasn't going to stop him, I'd be a fool to do so. I arched my hips into him as he added a second, tried to blatantly ignore the pain of him stretching me.

There's a time for everyone if they only learn
That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn

A third finger was added and I almost couldn't take it.

"Seto...! Seto... it hurts..."

"Just a moment more, love, and you will find pleasure." He removed his fingers. Quickly, he thrusted into me, entering.

"Seto!"

"Sh..." He started a slow, apathetic pace of grinding his hips into mine, pulling out and thrusting back in, waiting for me to match his pace.

The sheets moved as he rode me, thrusting lightly, but still a little roughly. We both panted, I in my feminine voice and he in his beautiful, huskier voice.

There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours

It's ironic, we were having sex, the subject of my thoughts from before, but it wasn't just because I desired him or he had a hunger for me, not at all. But I look back on that night, and I have no regrets.

Seto's POV

The form under mine- so frail, angelic. He was mine, all my own. No one would steal him from me.

And can you feel the love tonight how it's laid to rest
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds believe the very best

He matched my pace and his legs moved to my waist. I will take this time to make note that Ryou does scream, and my name seemed to be a particular favorite at this time.

"Seto!" I felt the muscles sheathing me contract as warmth spread across my abdomen with his release. I could feel it on my hand. I too was close to release, and I just let myself ride waves of pleasure. I soon also released my burden, crushing our lips together at the same time.

After all was said and done, I separated my lips from his and looked down at him. A smile crossed his flushed, sweaty face and his eyes shined. Beautiful. Angel. Mine.

I removed myself from inside of him as he retracted his legs from my waist. Sighing, I collapsed next to him, automatically being forced into a deep cuddle. Before letting the fatigue that an orgasm brings overtake me, I took one last breath of that white flurry.

And can you feel the love tonight

How it's laid to rest?
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds believe the very best
It's enough to make kings and vagabonds believe the very best

I awoke the next morning. The sun was shining through a sliver in the curtains. I remembered the night before and thought it a dream.

Then why am I not in my room...?

I was on my back, looking at the ceiling. Moving slightly, I noticed a small weight on my chest. Picking up my head, I saw Ryou curled up against me with his head resting on my chest. His hair moved slightly as my chest moved up and down with my breath. His breath hit my chest and I could feel his heart beating, both in unison with mine.

His arm was reached across my chest and on my neck. He moaned slightly as he moved his arm across my chest and tucked his hand under his own chin.

I slowly moved his head to a pillow and clothed myself, wiping any fluid left on me on the sheets. They could be washed. Then I looked him over.  Face still a little flushed, hair ruffled more than I had ever seen it. It made me smirk. He looked so innocent, Shiro Tenshi. He had placed all his trust into me, innocuous; let me do what I wanted to him without resistance, and he'd probably let me do it again, as many times as I wanted. I felt a little bad, in a way I had done to him what Yami Bakura tried to do to me. But I had his consent, at least.

I went downstairs. It was quiet; Mokuba had already gone to school. I started on breakfast.

I heard a sudden start upstairs in my room. Shuffling, then feet running to the bathroom. The water turned on for only a couple of minutes before turning off, more shuffling, and feet running down the stairs. Ryou was up.

"Seto, we're late for school!" He ran into the kitchen, pulling his socks on and carrying his shoes. He was so frantic.

"I already called in." I set down my coffee and newspaper. "I'm at a meeting, and you're sick. If Yuugi-kun stops by later, cough some." I went back to my newspaper.

Ryou set down his shoes and walked into the closest bathroom. "Great." His voice groaned. "You gave a hickey, at least one I can see right now." He came out, rubbing where his neck and shoulder connected.

"At least you can cover your up with your hair." I rubbed my upper neck, where I had a similar mark.

"Couldn't you have at least done it higher?"

We were silent, then just suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ok, we're discussing where we gave each other hickeys." It was amusing, really.

He stopped behind my chair and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed my neck, letting his tongue run against it. I reached up and tucked some hair behind his ear. This was the perfect start to the day.

"Hey, you know, we really need to wash those sheets by the time your brother gets home."

"Oh." I looked down my own body, then his. Yeah, we probably would need to. Come on, two guys having hot sex, you add it up.

Bakura's POV

He and I pulled off all the sheets, and also just did laundry in general. But that still didn't get rid of the smell of our sweat on us.

I pulled off my old clothes and stepped into the warm running water of the shower. It flowed down my body. I shampooed my hair and started on the rest of my body when I heard the bathroom door open. I smiled and shook my head. Seto.

Over the sound of the water, I heard him undress himself. I felt his arms around my waist as he stepped in the shower with me. He purposely let his breath run across my cheek as he put his chin on my shoulder. Admittingly, I did feel turned on.

I turned towards him. The water ran down his face. He looked so... I would say pathetic and weak, but he wasn't. It was just that affect that water matting someone's head gives them.

I reached up and brought his head closer to me, then kissed him. It was short-lasting though. I lowered my eyes in embarrassment, then quickly brought them back up in even more embarrassment.

This was the first time I had actually seen him fully unclothed in full light (it was rather dark last night), except in my dreams. It was awkward, to tell the truth. And I act like this around the guy whom I allowed to take my virginity? Not that I'm complaining, mind you.

Yuugi-kun stopped by later with everyone else, and they brought Mokuba-kun home with them. I did cough, some. But I think he could see through it. It is hard to pretend to be sick when you feel the best you've ever felt.

I hoped they wouldn't find out what we really did, I wouldn't be able to rightly explain last night's actions, and since I had been so close to Seto all morning, I felt a little annoyance to not being able to be close to him now. Ok, I was close, but not close enough. Why couldn't we just tell them?

"You know, I find it strange that both Bakura-kun and Kaiba-kun were absent on the same day." Jounouchi-kun remarked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah, that's true." Honda-kun thought for a moment, but couldn't find anything to add on.

"What do you suggest I did?" Seto asked, aggravation in his voice. Why was Jounouchi-kun so critical of him? Do they even really hate each other? I doubt it.

"I dunno, maybe talked Bakura-kun into skipping school."

"Jounouchi-kun!" Anzu-chan yelled.

"What?"

"My brother wouldn't just skip school for no reason!" Mokuba-kun defended. He was right, there was a reason. But for some reason, I felt as if the others hardly noticed us anymore, the ones in question.

They left, but left us a load of make-up work. As it seems, one of the teachers had now assigned a group project or something, and we had missed a test.

"Why so much homework?" I yawned, wiping sleep from my eyes.

"Movie?" Seto asked, shrugging his shoulders.

"You know we need to get this done. Isn't it just wrong to put it off?" I rested the side of my head on my arm and looked up at him. He had this sense of joking in his eyes, something he didn't have... way back then, before we really knew each other. It seemed like so terribly long ago, and in a sense, it was.

"Well, how many things have I done wrong in my lifetime, much worse than procrastination?"

"You have a point." I stood up. "Movie."

We watched 'The Patriot', an American movie.

"Mokuba, go upstairs and do your homework. This movie's too mature for you." Seto called whenever he heard his brother's footsteps on the stairs, trying to catch a peek of the TV.

I don't doubt it was for mature audiences. With every violent act, I pushed myself closer to Seto, and there were a lot of those. He started covering my eyes during gory parts. My head was at his underarm, and my right side was against his left. His arm wrapped around me. I guess he could feel my discomfort. He reached his left hand up my shirt and rubbed my chest, making me shiver.

Tomorrow was Friday, school. Damn...

I was still curled against him when the movie ended.

He and I both stood up. He took the movie out of the VCR and put it up.

"Mokuba, movie's done!" I yelled.

"Yeah, you can come down now."

He came halfway down the stairs with a large smirk on his face. "So, how was the movie?"

"Oh, great." I shook my head a little. The way that guy was covered in blood... and the cannonball ripping off the head... I shivered.

"Oh, I'm surprised you two even watched." His grin got even wider.

"What do you mean?" Seto and I both flushed.

"Hey, dark room, movie, I saw how close you were. So, I thought you two were preoccupied."

"Ok, that is so it!" Seto started running towards the stairs and up them, but Mokuba was ready. He got a head start. "Ow! Come back here!" He slipped on the stairs, then started scrambling up again. A door slammed shut and locked. Seto started banging on it. "Mokuba, that wasn't funny! Get out here!"

He gave up a little while later. He stomped downstairs. I started laughing.

"What?" He looked over at me.

"You two." I shook my head and covered my mouth with my hand. It really was funny. Tears actually started forming.

He smirked and walked closer to me. "You think I'm funny?" He grabbed my arms and shoved his tongue into my mouth.

"Hey!" I called in a muffled tone. He forced all his weight- a good thirty pounds more than me- on me, which knocked me down onto the couch. I let out another groan, it kind of hurt. He was being just a little rough... but, oh well. It was in a playful sense.

I heard footsteps on the stairs.

I let out a muffled warning, then tapped Seto on the back and pointed towards the stairs.

"Huh?" He lifted his head and looked over in the direction I was pointing. "Crap!" He lifted himself off of me and I sat up.

"I saw that." Mokuba-kun intentionally made his eye twitch.

"Hey, what we do is our business." Seto really was red, and I felt my face heat up also.

"Ok, I'm old enough to understand. I know how you two feel. Just... save it, ok?" He crossed his arms. "I mean, it's kinda sick to walk in on. What would you have done if I hadn't come, or you hadn't noticed me? I mean, I could be traumatized for life!"

Seto cut in. "You know Mokuba, you're right. You are old enough to understand, so be mature about it."

"Fine, if I'm mature enough to understand, can I watch a rated-R?"

There was silence. "No."

He stuck out his tongue and did a raspberry.

Song of the Chapter:

Can't Fight the Moonlight

Lee Ann Rhymes

Under a lover's sky 
I'm gonna be with you
And no one's gonna be around
If you think that you won't fall
Well just wait until, 'till the sun goes down
Underneath the starlight, starlight
There's a magical feeling so right
It will steal your heart tonight 
 
You can try to resist 
Try to hide from my kiss 
But you know, but you know
That you, can't fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark you'll surrender your heart
But you know, but you know
That you, can't fight the moonlight, 
No-o you can't fight it
It's gonna get to you're heart
 
There's no escaping love
Once a gentle breeze (once a gentle breeze) 
Sweeps it's spell upon your heart
And no matter what you think
It won't be too long
'Till your in my arms
Underneath the starlight, starlight
We'll be lost in the rhythm so right
It will steal your heart tonight 
 
You can try to resist 
Try to hide from my kiss 
But you know, but you know
That you, can't fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark you'll surrender your heart
But you know, but you know
That you, can't fight the moonlight, 
No-o you can't fight it
No-o matter what you do
The night is gonna get to you.
 
(Your gonna know)
(That I know) 
Don't try you're never gonna win
 
Underneath the starlight, starlight
There's a magical feeling so right
It will steal your heart tonight 
 
You can try to resist 
Try to hide from my kiss 
But you know, but you know
That you, can't fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark you'll surrender your heart
But you know, but you know
That you, can't fight the moonlight, 
No-o you can't fight it

**looks at her comments on the threesome thing** Yeah. That's changed. Not that I've posted any like that! You can check... and I haven't written any either... no, seriously!

Quatre: She hasn't. That surprises me.

Wildwolf: **is prepared to bash a certain copyrighted Gundam pilot kawaii and somewhat-feminine-but-not-quite-as-much-as-Ryou bishounen on the head**

Quatre: You wouldn't.

Wildwolf: **sigh** He's right... hm, imagining Seto... on the beach. In a Speedo. Stripping... Matte. I didn't just say that... oh hell, one word: ribbons. Try to piece that together!

Chibi: Hm, too bad tou-san and kaa-can don't think we're old enough to see rated-R movies...

Wildwolf: You're telling me, I'm at least a thousand years old! I don't know, I only remember two of my lives prior to you, Chibi... and both dreams were how my host died each time...

Shadii: I think you may be creeping people out now...

Chibi: Oh! Gomen, gomen! Well, one more chappie! Ja minna~!