Gomen nasai! I know I promised at least 3 updates during my final week- but I just got so wrapped up in everything- nothing got done like I would have hoped. but I think I did a good job on this section! Okay- replies!:

EVANESCENCEIX: Yup- embarrassing. I would hate something like happening to me. EVER. [hides her face] And yes- I know I was mean to Jou-chan. but it'll work out for the better!

HYATT INSOMNIA: Ah. arigatou gozaimasu! [glomps on hyatt] such nice things!

ARTEMIS ZEPHYR: Cliché? [blink blink] you'll have to explain what you mean by that ((I don't mean that as a rude way AT ALL. It's just I'm a little confused -_-. Stupid, ne?)) And no- I don't have anything against constructive criticism! It's the only way I'll ever get any better, anyway.But um. I've been trying to go over my stuff more and more so I get all the mistakes- but it's so hard when you all ready know the flow of the story- your brain just sorta fills in the blanks sometimes. It's so screwed up .!

SOLITARE AND XPYNE: Well- you guys put out good work- I had to let ya'll know. ^_~. I think I just about laughed myself to death when you brought up a horny Dark Magician in one of your stories.

ANIMEGIRL: Ah. twisted the uses? Well- they were a little tweaked. but um. okay yes- I admit it was a little bit of "cruel and unusual punishment"- but I've gotten a lot of positive comments on Malik's actions in the last chapter, so I guess it was a good idea! And Malik my favorite character? Well- I really like Bakura a lot. but seeing as one of the people I know is "invading" on my bishie, I think I might have to lean my affections more onto Malik-kun. ((but don't worry- there will always be a special part in my heart for Bakura's ways! [sniff sniff]))

NONAME: tsk tsk- a drunk AND horny Bakura-chan? And not to mention. caffeinated? [sigh] what is this world coming to? [laughs] But um. yeah!

ERRIE WYVERN: More lemon? Um. read the general note later on. ^_^.

RENEE THE RABID SQUIRREL: THANKS! [kisses]

YAMI BAKURA KIRA: hmph. go to a Gravitation concert. that gives me an idea for a different fic! [laughs all evilly] MUAHAHAHAHA! ^_~.
Now- for the general note: because I actually wrote this section to have some definite lemon- I figured I would probably have to edit this section on ff.net so I don't get in trouble anymore -_-. [sniff sniff] they took off one of my stories! And I actually really liked it! Well- enough complaining. the link to the original is. not coming up here! . I've tried to upload this story at least 7 times- with the link up here! But. since I apperantly can't add the link onto this file. go to my profile and click on my webpage link! There, go the "Fan Fiction Edits" in the menu and you should be able to figure it out. Um. but still- comments here would really be appreciated! ((because I won't update until I get at least 47 reviews!)) But um. on with the story!

BUT THERE IS SOFT LEMON IN THIS SECTION- AS WELL AS YAMI/YUUGI HINTING!

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'..': thoughts

Just Let Me Be in Love: A Yami

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//Ryou.// Bakura clenched his eyes closed- his motions increasing in force. The hikari beneath him shivered, his eyes shut as well- mouth slightly agape, breathing in soft gasps. The yami knew what he wanted- and he was prepared to finally show his other half. Opening their mind link further- he let the images seep through. Jounouchi lying on his bed- pants lay to his side- forgotten, one hand caressing his neck- the other on his length.

Again the young man shivered- but his eyes flung open to search for some look to verify what he was seeing. Bakura smiled lightly, capturing Ryou's lips before he trust sharply. The young man moaned deeply- mind flooding once again in the visions of Jounouchi. The teenager was licking his lips, eyelids fluttering lightly as he moaned at what he was doing to himself. Ryou moaned in both elation and physical pleasure- a smirk spreading onto his rose colored lips- envisioning the blond arching his back at his release.

Bakura was reaching his the limit of his stamina. It was a rare occasion that he didn't want to suddenly thrust into his hikari and make Ryou scream out his name. But considering his "gift"- the images of the teenage blond- he wanted Ryou to be pained without Jounouchi there with the two- to make him theirs.

Ryou finally released onto Bakura, coaxing him into the same form of escape.

"Uh." Bakura moaned much more deeply than his light when he surrendered. He leaned forward, letting Ryou lay against the sweat- drenched cotton bed sheets, allowing the hikari to vast in the aftershocks of their lovemaking. Kissing the velvet neck beneath him with tender lips, Bakura could hear his light's whimpers.

"Ba." The young man struggled to say. "Bakura." His hand moved from its gripping place from behind his yami's neck, pushing a strand of silver hair from the man's face. The yami smirked lightly, resting into his hikari's chest.

"Hai, Ryou?" Bakura whispered as he slid out of the young lover's body.

"Thank you for." Ryou's soft chocolate eyes were beginning to slide closed. "For showing." Bakura's lips turned to a kind smile as he sat up just enough to gaze at the hikari's face. "For showing. him." The last words Ryou whispered before drifting into sleep brought peace to the other half's mind.

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The two starred into the crowd of closely dancing bodies- orgies of rhythmic forms seeming only but a blur in their eyes.

"You finally told him?"

"Yes." The silver haired male took a drink from his colored fluid, eyes never wavering from the blur.

"How'd he take it?"

"Seemed happy enough." The sand- color haired male closed his purple eyes, savoring the blaring techno.

"Are you sure you want to make it work?" Bakura paused in a moment of contemplation.

"I'll do it for Ryou." Malik smirked.

"Don't lie to me."

"Lie?"

"I know you want to please Ryou- but you like him too." The silver haired man took another drink.

"What- are you my psychoanalyst all of a sudden?" He had meant it as an insult, but Malik only laughed.

"I think so."

"Hmph." The music changed its pace, the two Egyptians appreciating the thundering bass.

"Are you expecting Ryou to make the first move?"

"Why?"

"It'll take forever if you rely on Ryou to get the three of you together."

"You expect me to do it?"

"Of course." The two almost simultaneously took a drink from their glasses. "Don't scare him, though."

"Why? You think I'd scare away a piece of meat?"

"You've done it before." Bakura smirked at this, closing his eyes. Scare Jounouchi? Why would he want to scare him- especially if he'd want him in his bed?

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It seemed that for weeks Jounouchi couldn't see eye to eye with either Ryou OR Bakura. But it wasn't that he hadn't masturbated to their faces before. it had been that taunting voice in his mind that had forced him- and was Malik giving him strange looks every time they ran into each other? He didn't even want to think about the possibility that the Millennium Rod might have had something to do with that night. But that wasn't the only trouble being repeated mentally. He wasn't gay!

As much as Jounouchi pleaded internally- the conclusion that he'd turned into a "fruit" came back to laugh at him- and he hated his indecision. It wasn't as if he had any one to talk to about it. Yuugi MIGHT understand- but he seemed lost enough in his own confusion about Yami. Tristan would probably shun him away completely.. Serenity could be a little compassionate- but as it was, his mother was pulling her away. And his father? Right- his father would give him the beating of a lifetime and send him to the curb, yelling something along the lines of "raising a faggot son".

No. Jounouchi was going through a phase. THAT is what he believed.

Closing his locker, the teenager sighed- the day was over and he could go home- another day of avoiding the two Bakuras was done. Stepping out into the bright spring afternoon, the blond felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his chest; it was evident in the way a smile spread upon his features.

"Jounouchi." A familiar, harsh tone spoke as he started making his way from the high school campus, causing him to stop in his tracks. Bakura.

Jounouchi turned slowly, coming face to face with one of the two men he'd managed to avoid for over a month. The yami had an almost angry look on his face- it frightened the taller teenager. Taking the blonde's arm in a blusteringly painful grip, Bakura dragged him from the sidewalk and into the foliage near the school, its thick trees hiding them from the surrounding world.

'What does he want with me.?' Joey starred at the ground as he was suddenly thrown up against one of the many trees. His honey brown eyes made their way up the figure in front of him who had his arms crossed over his chest.

"Why are you avoiding Ryou and I?" His words snarled and sent daggers at a shocked Jounouchi.

"A- avoiding?" He stuttered out.

"Don't try and beat around the bush, inu." Bakura took a threatening step forward- he was actually extremely offended that the blond actually ran from the pair of silver haired males.

"I- I." He paused, looking down. "What does it matter to you if I try and avoid you?" The outburst hurt the teenager's chest- but he wasn't about to admit it.

"What does it matter?" Bakura snapped back, the distance between them growing to a mere inch. Joey's honey orbs made their way into the yami's chocolate pools; he was certain he was about to be pummeled right there. But it threw him completely off guard when Bakura leaned forward, his lips going to Jounouchi's neck, sucking on the skin near his collarbone.

The physical connection almost sent electricity from its origin through out the teenager's body- and when Bakura pulled away, tongue lapping up excess fluids- he could almost feel the "burn" of the hickey on his neck. Joey closed his eyes- Bakura was licking- HIM? His knees kept begging to cave out from under him, but he willed himself upright.

"It matters that Ryou misses you." Bakura stepped away, nonchalantly pushing his hair behind his ears before crossing his arms- giving the teenager a steady gaze.

"Misses.?"

"Stop acting like an idiot." The yami rolled his eyes; just because he craved the boy internally didn't mean that he was suddenly going to act like he did with Ryou. "And that's from both of us." Jounouchi's fingertips traced around the mark on his neck; from both of them?

In the young man's momentary lapse, Bakura frowned, turning to the sidewalk only 50 feet away. "Don't try and avoid my hikari, Jounouchi." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "If you do it any more, I'll make sure you get another present from the two of us." And Bakura left, leaving a confused Jounouchi deciding whether or not his words had been a threat or a promise of another hickey.