A/N: Another songfic one shot, meant to be depressing. It outlines Ryou's and Bakura's relationship. The song I'm using is 'Maddest Kind of Love', by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, the best swing group in existence. The lyrics are in stars.
Warning: YAOI!! Guy on guy action!
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
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"Bakura? I'm home..." 'Figures, he won't answer me. Then again, when did he ever?' Ryou walked through the door, slowly extracting his key from the lock. No sooner than he had closed the door, a certain white-haired fiend pinned him to the floor.
"You're late."
"I had to pick up groceries."
"Where are they?"
"In the car. You have a habit of doing this, so I stopped bringing the bags in when I first walked in the door."
"Hmph." Bakura trailed his hands along Ryou's face, delighting in the supple skin beneath his fingers. Ryou opened his mouth to protest, but found he had lost all ability to speak once Bakura's hands moved over his clothed arousal.
'Why do I keep letting him do this? Why can't I just tell him to stop? I love him, but...' Ryou's thoughts were interrupted by a warm tongue snaking its way across his neck, and he shivered.
*The maddest kind of love...is a love you know is wrong*
'Every time we do this I just feel so horrible afterwards...so why can't I push myself away for good? Oh God, this feels so wonderful though...' Bakura began to stroke Ryou outside his jeans, earning him a keening moan from the brown-eyed boy. The fiend placed his lips upon his light's, delving his tongue inside Ryou's mouth. The two tongues caressed each other in ways once thought inhumanly possible, as Bakura continued to stroke the slightly smaller boy. After some time, they broke apart, Bakura smirking.
"You know, if you had told me years earlier you were this good in bed, I would have taken you up on it a long time ago." Bakura slipped his hands beneath Ryou's boxers, and he arched upwards, panting slightly.
"I-I had thought you...you were straight..."
"You were wrong." Bakura smirked, then gave Ryou another searing kiss that made the hikari swoon with desire, and provided a mental anguish that the former tomb robber had no idea existed.
'If only he could love me like I love him...'
*It burns a hole right through your soul, and cuts you like a knife*
Ryou's body shivered in the delight of his Yami's ministrations, but his mind screamed for the love that wasn't being given, for the care he so desperately needed. Bakura, of course, was blind to this, seeing only the pleasure he was inducing. The fiend deftly slid Ryou's shirt off of him, and said boy tried, this once, to get out of what was bound to happen.
"The groceries-"
"Later." Bakura growled.
"There's ice cream...it can't melt."
"Fine then. Don't expect anything from me." The Egyptian stormed off, upset that Ryou would try and refuse him like that. Ryou's heart pained at this, and he trudged outside to bring the groceries in.
*The maddest kind of love...is a love you know won't last*
'How long am I going to be able to do this without breaking down completely? It'll end, especially if Bakura's getting mad at me so easily. When it does...I don't know whether I'll be relieved or devastated.' Ryou opened the car door, grabbing three bags of food.
*It fills your heart with passion; makes you lie about your past*
Ryou walked through the door, bags in hand when he remembered the one day he had asked Bakura what it was like back in Egypt. In response, his Yami had merely asked HIM what HIS past was like. Of course Ryou, not wanting to seem weak, conveniently left out his years of endless torture by school bullies, or the pain he went through when he walked in on his mother as she was dying from drug overdose...no. Ryou chose to fabricate himself a past so he wouldn't lose the only person he had left. His father barely came around anymore as it was.
*You know I speak from experience; I live it each day*
'Fucking bastard, can't he see how much I care for him?' Ryou's thoughts had abruptly turned from sorrow to anger, and he brought the rest of the groceries inside with a little less care than was needed, to put it lightly. 'Why does everything have to go and screw up like this? Every day, every day it's the same thing...and this is the one time I haven't wound up between the bed sheets. It's all physical, I love that part, but when I can't have what I need afterwards, I hate it.'
*It's something he does; it's something he'll say*
Ryou jumped as two strong arms wrapped around his waist and held him close. "I thought you said not to expect anything from you."
"I said not to expect it. That doesn't mean I'm not going to do anything, pet." Ryou sighed, his hands interlacing with his secret love's. Bakura kissed the nape of his light's neck, smiling a little as Ryou leaned backwards into him.
'When he calls me that I can almost pretend he cares...'
*It's the maddest kind of love*
Twenty minutes later found Ryou and Bakura between the bed covers, moaning and grinding into each other at a frantic pace, eager to find their release. The tomb robber's white hair cascaded down, providing a shade from the bright sunlight that attacked Ryou's eyes through his bedroom window. Said boy was currently overloaded with desire, and barely heard his own request.
"Say...my...name." he panted, bucking upwards.
"...what?"
"Dammit Bakura, just say it!" Ryou gasped as Bakura hit a spot that practically sent him over the edge, the passion blinding him momentarily.
*The maddest kind of love...is a love just for the thrill*
Bakura ignored Ryou and hurried his pace, distracting the white-haired teen. It wasn't long before the two collapsed on the mattress, sated...physically at least. Ryou, however, was none too happy with this turn of events. 'I could have stopped this...I almost did...why do I keep hurting myself like this?'
"Ryou." Ryou turned to face Bakura, sadness clearly etched on his face.
"Yes?" Bakura opened his mouth to say something, then frowned at Ryou's expression.
"Quit looking at me like that." After saying that, Bakura turned over and fell asleep, exhausted by the previous events.
*It doesn't have a conscience, only lives...for the kill*
Ryou curled up on the other side of the queen size bed and clutched a nearby pillow, crying. His tears soaked the fabric and were present until the poor boy finally fell victim to the sandman.
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Keep going...it's not over yet. Next part should be up momentarily, if not already.
Warning: YAOI!! Guy on guy action!
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
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"Bakura? I'm home..." 'Figures, he won't answer me. Then again, when did he ever?' Ryou walked through the door, slowly extracting his key from the lock. No sooner than he had closed the door, a certain white-haired fiend pinned him to the floor.
"You're late."
"I had to pick up groceries."
"Where are they?"
"In the car. You have a habit of doing this, so I stopped bringing the bags in when I first walked in the door."
"Hmph." Bakura trailed his hands along Ryou's face, delighting in the supple skin beneath his fingers. Ryou opened his mouth to protest, but found he had lost all ability to speak once Bakura's hands moved over his clothed arousal.
'Why do I keep letting him do this? Why can't I just tell him to stop? I love him, but...' Ryou's thoughts were interrupted by a warm tongue snaking its way across his neck, and he shivered.
*The maddest kind of love...is a love you know is wrong*
'Every time we do this I just feel so horrible afterwards...so why can't I push myself away for good? Oh God, this feels so wonderful though...' Bakura began to stroke Ryou outside his jeans, earning him a keening moan from the brown-eyed boy. The fiend placed his lips upon his light's, delving his tongue inside Ryou's mouth. The two tongues caressed each other in ways once thought inhumanly possible, as Bakura continued to stroke the slightly smaller boy. After some time, they broke apart, Bakura smirking.
"You know, if you had told me years earlier you were this good in bed, I would have taken you up on it a long time ago." Bakura slipped his hands beneath Ryou's boxers, and he arched upwards, panting slightly.
"I-I had thought you...you were straight..."
"You were wrong." Bakura smirked, then gave Ryou another searing kiss that made the hikari swoon with desire, and provided a mental anguish that the former tomb robber had no idea existed.
'If only he could love me like I love him...'
*It burns a hole right through your soul, and cuts you like a knife*
Ryou's body shivered in the delight of his Yami's ministrations, but his mind screamed for the love that wasn't being given, for the care he so desperately needed. Bakura, of course, was blind to this, seeing only the pleasure he was inducing. The fiend deftly slid Ryou's shirt off of him, and said boy tried, this once, to get out of what was bound to happen.
"The groceries-"
"Later." Bakura growled.
"There's ice cream...it can't melt."
"Fine then. Don't expect anything from me." The Egyptian stormed off, upset that Ryou would try and refuse him like that. Ryou's heart pained at this, and he trudged outside to bring the groceries in.
*The maddest kind of love...is a love you know won't last*
'How long am I going to be able to do this without breaking down completely? It'll end, especially if Bakura's getting mad at me so easily. When it does...I don't know whether I'll be relieved or devastated.' Ryou opened the car door, grabbing three bags of food.
*It fills your heart with passion; makes you lie about your past*
Ryou walked through the door, bags in hand when he remembered the one day he had asked Bakura what it was like back in Egypt. In response, his Yami had merely asked HIM what HIS past was like. Of course Ryou, not wanting to seem weak, conveniently left out his years of endless torture by school bullies, or the pain he went through when he walked in on his mother as she was dying from drug overdose...no. Ryou chose to fabricate himself a past so he wouldn't lose the only person he had left. His father barely came around anymore as it was.
*You know I speak from experience; I live it each day*
'Fucking bastard, can't he see how much I care for him?' Ryou's thoughts had abruptly turned from sorrow to anger, and he brought the rest of the groceries inside with a little less care than was needed, to put it lightly. 'Why does everything have to go and screw up like this? Every day, every day it's the same thing...and this is the one time I haven't wound up between the bed sheets. It's all physical, I love that part, but when I can't have what I need afterwards, I hate it.'
*It's something he does; it's something he'll say*
Ryou jumped as two strong arms wrapped around his waist and held him close. "I thought you said not to expect anything from you."
"I said not to expect it. That doesn't mean I'm not going to do anything, pet." Ryou sighed, his hands interlacing with his secret love's. Bakura kissed the nape of his light's neck, smiling a little as Ryou leaned backwards into him.
'When he calls me that I can almost pretend he cares...'
*It's the maddest kind of love*
Twenty minutes later found Ryou and Bakura between the bed covers, moaning and grinding into each other at a frantic pace, eager to find their release. The tomb robber's white hair cascaded down, providing a shade from the bright sunlight that attacked Ryou's eyes through his bedroom window. Said boy was currently overloaded with desire, and barely heard his own request.
"Say...my...name." he panted, bucking upwards.
"...what?"
"Dammit Bakura, just say it!" Ryou gasped as Bakura hit a spot that practically sent him over the edge, the passion blinding him momentarily.
*The maddest kind of love...is a love just for the thrill*
Bakura ignored Ryou and hurried his pace, distracting the white-haired teen. It wasn't long before the two collapsed on the mattress, sated...physically at least. Ryou, however, was none too happy with this turn of events. 'I could have stopped this...I almost did...why do I keep hurting myself like this?'
"Ryou." Ryou turned to face Bakura, sadness clearly etched on his face.
"Yes?" Bakura opened his mouth to say something, then frowned at Ryou's expression.
"Quit looking at me like that." After saying that, Bakura turned over and fell asleep, exhausted by the previous events.
*It doesn't have a conscience, only lives...for the kill*
Ryou curled up on the other side of the queen size bed and clutched a nearby pillow, crying. His tears soaked the fabric and were present until the poor boy finally fell victim to the sandman.
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Keep going...it's not over yet. Next part should be up momentarily, if not already.