Warning: Mild yaoi
~Chapter 5 - Posession~
Bakura tensed slightly, pale cheeks flushing as he gave a small whimper, hands clutching weakly at the bedding around him.
Through the darkness, a comforting hand reached out, drawing Bakura close and whispering soothingly to him, slender fingers brushing hair from his face.
The boy slowly stilled, expression softening again as he gave a soft sigh, murmuring a name as he relaxed in the arms of his comforter.
The boy in the bed beside Bakura smiled, sitting up carefully, not wanting to disturb the other boy. It was still early and he had a rough day, it would be best to let him sleep some more. He smiled, watching the other still and fall asleep. Reluctantly, he stood, walking out of the bedroom, with one quick glance back at the sleeping figure.
After a moment of absence, the boy with tricolored hair returned, resuming his post at the foot of the bed, watching Bakura. He stayed there, simply watching, for a few hours, the sun rising higher and higher in the sky.
The paler boy began to stir uncomfortably again, whimpering as if in pain.
The boy at the edge of the bed looked up, finding himself at Bakura's side in a second, leaning over him carefully, one hand resting on his shoulder. "Bakura?" He whispered.
Brown eyes opened slightly. "Yuugi-sa...." he trailed off with a small smile. "You're here...."
Yami Yuugi smiled, nodding. "I told you I would be." He said, their foreheads touching gently. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, laying down beside the other.
"Un," the pale boy smiled, snuggling closer to his companion. "I only had a few nightmares and every time there was something there... like a mix of light and darkness that soothed it all away...."
"That's good to hear." Yami Yuugi said, pleased to hear that Bakura had passed the night without much worry. "I'm very glad." He snuggled next to Bakura himself, smiling.
The boy sighed contentedly, enjoying the feel of the other boy's arms around him. Suddenly, his eyes went wide and he sat up. "Ah! What time is it?! We're missing school!" he panicked, scrambling to get up.
Yami Yuugi held Bakura down, shaking his head. "You're staying home today." He said firmly.
Bakura looked up at him with wide eyes. "Demo...!"
Yami Yuugi pressed Bakura into the bed slightly. "You're going to stay here. Rest some more." He nodded, almost as if to himself. "Maybe go back to sleep."
"But I can't miss school! What if there's a test?! What if there's something important I'm missing!" The pale boy protested, struggling weakly.
Yami Yuugi shook his head again, still pinning Bakura to the bed gently. "Stay here. You can make up all your schoolwork. You need the rest."
"I got enough sleep, I'll be fine," Bakura insisted. "And I have to stop home first to get my work and my meds and--- aaaa, I never finished my homework...!" he near moaned.
Yami Yuugi looked down at Bakura incredulously, hands resting on his shoulders, legs straddling Bakura's hips. "You're impossible, you know that Bakura Ryou? Utterly impossible." He looked amused as he said this.
The pale boy blinked up at Yami Yuugi , expression almost a pout.
"Impossibly cute..." He finished, crossing his arms over Bakura's chest and leaning over him, trademark smirk in place. "And I have you to myself... mostly... today. Because you are not," He tapped Bakura's nose. "Going back to school now."
"Demo...." Bakura tried to protest half heartedly. "I should at least go home and get my meds and changed..."
Yami Yuugi sighed. "I suppose you're right. But I'd like to come with you." He added.
Bakura nodded, then hesitated. "Demo... He might be there and I know the two of you don't get along..." he said, tone almost nervous.
Yami Yuugi made a low noise in his throat. "That may be so, but I don't want to leave you alone with him. I don't trust him, Bakura." He said, his own voice nearly pleading.
"He wouldn't hurt me," Bakura smiled, tone reassuring. "It'd be like hurting himself. And he never does anything that doesn't have a reason behind it. I'll be fine, I just don't want there to be any fighting..."
"I promise to behave, if he does. How's that?" Yami Yuugi said, clearly not believing what Bakura said.
The pale boy hesitated slightly. "I just don't want to agitate him..."
"Because?" Yami Yuugi asked, eyebrows raised.
Bakura gave a small smile. "You know how he is," he laughed slightly.
Yami Yuugi nodded. "Exactly. Which is why I don't want to leave you alone with him. Because he's not trustworthy in the least."
Bakura gave another small laugh. "Mou, Yuugi-san!" he smiled. "He's not going to do anything to me!"
"But... he has already." Yami Yuugi said softly. "It's better to be safe, rather than sorry."
Bakura blinked slightly.
"I'm coming with you, and that's final." He said, tapping Bakura's nose again.
The pale haired boy sighed. "Mou, Yuugi-san, I'm not a child...." he protested.
"And neither am I." He said dismissive. "So, do you want to go now?"
Bakura sighed, then nodded. "I'm supposed to take my meds at the start of the day, so the sooner the better."
"Okay, then, shall we?" He offered one hand to Bakura.
The boy nodded, accepting.
Yami Yuugi pulled Bakura to his feet gently, keeping his injured hand steady and holding the other firmly.
Bakura teetered a moment, leaning heavily against Yami Yuugi before finding his balance with a slight blush.
Yami Yuugi held Bakura upright in the second it took him to regain his balance, smiling as he led him from the room and into the hallway. "You have your bag?" He asked, handing Bakura his shoes.
Bakura shook his head. "It's at the apartment," he said, carefully sliding into the sneakers and wincing as he tried to tie them.
Yami Yuugi leaned over, taking Bakura's hands in one of his. "Here. I've got it." He said lowly, tying Bakura's shoes for him. "There." He said, finishing and standing up, once more taking Bakura's hand in his.
The boy blushed embarrassedly. "I feel like an elementary-schooler... can't even tie my own shoe..." he lamented with a sigh. "Gomen..."
"No, it's okay." Yami Yuugi chuckled. "I don't mind. It's not going to kill me." He said lightly, opening the door for Bakura and then closing it after he followed him through, starting the walk to Bakura's apartment.
"I just feel like I'm being a burden..." Bakura admitted, wringing his hands carefully as they walked.
"And I've already told you... you could never be a burden to me, Bakura." Yami Yuugi said, pointing at the white haired one.
Bakura gave a small smile. "I'm sorry I feel asleep last night when I did, I hadn't realized I was so tired," he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to leave you like that..."
Yami Yuugi shook his head again. "Don't worry about it. You were tired, I understand."
As the pair got closer to his apartment building, Bakura seemed more and more nervous, almost fidgeting as he fumbled with the main door.
Yami Yuugi came up beside him, resting one hand on top of Bakura's own. "It's okay. I'm here, remember?" His hand fell away and he stood beside Bakura, an air of protectiveness around him. "Don't worry."
The paler boy gave a small nervous smile. "I just worry that he'll react badly because you're here..."
The shorter boy sighed. "I know. I promise I won't start anything." He said impishly, trying to lighten the mood. "Okay?" He held the door open for Bakura, bowing slightly.
Bakura smiled slightly and nodded, entering and heading for the elevator.
He seemed almost distracted as they rode up, as if listening to something that Yami Yuugi couldn't hear.
Yami Yuugi leaned against the elevator wall, watching Bakura, his eyes narrowed a bit, brow furrowed. He was jerked from his reverie when the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival.
The pale boy smiled softly as he walked to his apartment, the door opening as he reached it and his smile grew more relaxed as his mirror image reached out to pull him into his arms possessively.
Yami Yuugi stood in the doorway, watching, fascinated it seemed, by the seamless embrace the two shared. His eyes narrowed further as he noticed just how pale the younger one was in comparison to his double. He snarled under his breath.
Yami Bakura looked briefly at the shorter boy before turning his attention back to his former host, moving to pull him inside the apartment.
Yami Yuugi stepped up behind Bakura, his expression haughty, entire posture altered in the presence of the once-thief king.
Yami Bakura looked at him again in vague irritation before running a hand down Bakura's cheek and turning to almost gently push his former host into the apartment, moving to shut the door behind them.
Yami Yuugi snarled again, louder this time, and put his hand on the door, stepping inside the apartment lightly. He eyed the other spirit, anger and wary apprehension clouding his features for a second, his gaze darting between Bakura and his other half. His suspicions seemed to be utterly confirmed, the simple touches and Yami Bakura's attitude, his mannerisms, proving true.
"You weren't invited in," Yami Bakura said plainly, crossing his arms as he scowled slightly, blocking the shorter boy from entering further.
Yami Yuugi's upper lips curled, and he crossed his own arms. "Not by you, no. I wasn't." He said, traditional haughty tone in place. "I'm here to take care of more important matters."
Bakura looked hesitantly at his yami, who nodded at him in silent communication. With a last look at Yami Yuugi, the paler boy turned to exit the entry.
"Bakura?" the shorter boy asked, tone shifting entirely, unforeseen kindness replacing outright arrogant dismissal.
The paler boy hesitated, then gave a reassuring smile. "I'm going to take my pills and wash up," he said softly. He looked at his yami a moment, who gave a small snort and nodded. Smile growing more relieved, Bakura turned and vanished down the hall.
His harsher refection continued to glare down at Yami Yuugi . "He's still mine," he said, voice almost a warning.
Yami Yuugi looked all the more resolute, his expression hardening tenfold when Bakura disappeared. "You don't own him." He said, countering Yami Bakura's words, if futilely. "And he is only 'yours' by a sick twist of fate. That, that alone allows you some small claim on his life."
The harsher boy gave a chuckle. "Oh, but I do own him. In more ways then you can comprehend," he smirked.
Yami Yuugi looked disgusted. "And you condemn me." He said, shaking his head. "Your morals are rather skewed, aren't they?" He added, "I don't have to contort people's thoughts in order to get what I want."
Yami Bakura's smirk didn't change. "What's the matter, Yuugi, don't want used goods?" he mocked. "Or are you just bitter he asked me before he asked you?" he taunted.
"No, I just think that you should have a higher regard for your host." He said, voice rising a little. "He's not your toy." He said firmly, each word emphasized strongly. "And he is not used goods." He said, bitterness in his voice. "I told you before, he is more pure than you could ever hope to be."
The harsher boy chuckled. "Oh, I have a rather high regard for him. He's a very good toy," he smirked. "And so irresistible when he's begging me to take him and prove my ownership over him," he said with relish, licking his lips suggestively.
Yami Yuugi again looked disgusted, distaste in every word he spoke. "Furthermore and continuing, he is not your toy." He said, the urge to stamp his foot like a small child might prickling at the forefront of his thoughts. "You don't own him. No one 'owns' him. You hurt him, you twisted his thoughts, you used him. You don't deserve to live." He spat out, anger clouding his vision.
Yami Bakura gave a snort. "You always seem to think I hurt him. Allow me to show you something, Yuugi." he hissed the shorter boy's name as he pulled up the sleeve his shirt to display a long thick scar up his lower arm where Bakura's injury was.
"What is that?" Yami Yuugi asked, still wary, but now slightly curious. He dropped his arms a bit, leaning over a bit. "That's where..." He uncrossed his arms, almost reaching out to touch the familiar looking skin. His hand stopped a few inches into the gesture and he stiffened again. "Why are you showing me this? It proves nothing."
"Harming him harms my own body. Just because we are now in two bodies does not change the fact that we are still one." The wild haired boy gave a smirk. "Which makes the sex fantastic," he added, voice heavy with satisfaction.
Yami Yuugi inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. "I'm sure." He said, begrudging agreement in his voice. "As for his wound... you deserve it more than he does." He clenched his fists at his sides, Yami Bakura's last comment obviously unnerving him greatly.
"Be glad I was there to stop him from doing worse to himself else you wouldn't have any time to 'savior your victory' with him," Yami Bakura chuckled, enjoying the other boy's agitated state.
"I savior nothing." He said bitterly. "And again, you only stopped him because you didn't want to end up with more than that scar on your arm. Or maybe it was because you wanted to 'savior the victory' with him so badly... you had to save him." He sneered, resting his hands on his hips. "Again, you have the nerve to lecture me on honor."
The harsher boy chuckled again. "I saved him because it suited my needs, and was given a very pleasant reward."
Yami Yuugi , if it were possible, looked even more disgusted. "The reward may have been pleasant, but you did not deserve it." He seemed to be brooding, turning his head to the side and looking down the short hallway.
"Did you think he'd be so grateful for you for tearing him apart that he'd give his virginity to you instead?"
Yami Yuugi turned sharply to face Yami Bakura, eyes afire. "No, I didn't. I never thought that once." He said, his face close to Yami Bakura's now. "I simply apologized to him. More than I can say for you." He hissed.
The harsher boy chuckled. "I had no need to."
Yami Yuugi snorted. "Not for all the prior pain you put him through, up until the fact of your separation - which you knew would devastate him, yet you still encouraged it? Not for any of that? There was no call for apology then?" He asked, the sound of Yami Bakura's chuckling beginning to grate on his nerves.
"I gave you a choice to separate us or leave my host alone forever. You were the one who chose the separation, and I am not the one who has caused his pain," Yami Bakura said with amusement.
Yami Yuugi looked taken aback. "To my knowledge, you were, and are, the one causing his pain. Not for the sole reason of your actions, but for your brash attitude as well. I'm deeply sorry for any and all hurt I may have unknowingly incurred upon him." He said, saving himself for a moment.
The pale haired spirit chuckled again. "Your knowledge is wrong."
"You keep saying that." Yami Yuugi said, quirking an eyebrow. "That's your number one argument. Care to tell me what you mean when you say that his pain isn't your fault? Hmm?"
"Simply that. I have been his protector, not his torturer as you seem to believe. But we've had this conversation before and it bores me. My host is showering and sending very inviting mental images so get out of our apartment," Yami Bakura said bluntly.
Yami Yuugi again looked taken aback. "I'm not leaving until I get answers." He said shortly, his own mind jumping to those 'inviting' images, before he pushed those thoughts away quickly, smothering them under his quest for knowledge.
Yami Bakura shrugged. "Then stay and watch, just don't interfere," he said dismissive, turning to head deeper into the apartment.
Yami Yuugi stood in the hall helplessly for a second before coming to his senses and following the other spirit. "What do you mean you have been his protector?" He asked. "You don't seem to really protect him from much of anything. I know you say you do - but that's not protection, that's just hiding the truth. Which only hurts him more." He pointed out, falling into step behind Yami Bakura.
Yami Bakura didn't bother answering him as he opened the door to the bathroom, smirking at the steam the shower had already created.
Yami Yuugi paused in the doorway, decency and honor warring with his own anger against the spirit. He shuffled his feet for a second, unsure of what to do. Certainly he didn't want to hurt or embarrass Bakura, but he didn't really want to leave him alone with the other. Finally, hesitantly, he stepped forward, glaring at the pale haired spirit, still haughtily.
Yami Bakura ignored him, not even bothering to undress before pushing the shower curtain aside and stepping in, letting it fall closed behind him.
Yami Yuugi stood beside the shower, arms crossed, apparently deciding to wait until Yami Bakura got out again, his expression stony.
There was a soft murmur that was unmistakably Bakura's, followed by the very recognizable chuckle of his other as the softer voice gave a small gasp that was almost lost in the sound of the falling water.
Yami Yuugi leaned against the wall, his expression mirroring misery, but he didn't move, contenting himself to stare at the sink, eyeing his reflection in the mirror after a secondary perusal of said faucet.
Bakura's voice gave a soft, almost shuddery moan as Yami Bakura's rumbled in pleasure, sounding almost like a growl of hunger.
Yami Yuugi listened intently, mind in turmoil over what he was hearing. The situation was painful, someone who he cared about was getting the same pleasure he'd previously given, only now from someone he loathed. The conundrum resounded in his mind, analytical thought processes taking over as he considered his options. One, he could leave. This would thus sufficiently shatter his own self pride, give Yami Bakura what he wanted, and leave Bakura vulnerable. Which was not what he wanted. Two, he could just stand there until they emerged, or otherwise ceased their activities. This would be embarrassing. Uncomfortable. Third... he turned away from the mirror. Thirdly...
Bakura's voice gave a sharp cry and whimpered, sounding almost choked.
Yami Yuugi jerked up, away from the wall, eyes wide. His thoughts began to race again, the simple sound causing his mind to travel over many possible options for its origin. Did it mean Bakura was hurt? Or maybe... he shook his head, opting for the first one, stepping forward a bit awkwardly to stand in front of the shower.
There was another growl of pleasure and Bakura cried out again, the shower curtain moving as there was a loud sound of something slapping against the wall of the shower.
Yami Yuugi tensed at the noise, the shower curtain falling away somewhat so he could see partially what was going on beyond the thin barrier. He cautiously pulled it away a bit more, freezing at what he saw, hand gripping the curtain until his knuckles turned white.
The paler of the two boys was near pinned against the wall of the shower by the other, face flushed and eyes closed as he arched against his other who's lips were pressed to his former host's neck, arms wrapped around his waist, holding him intimately close as he rocked against him.
Yami Yuugi gasped, dropping the curtain and his head, blood leaking from between his clenched fingers where he'd broken the skin. He stood, rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to speak, sadness playing in various levels over his face.
Bakura's voice gave another cry, higher pitched that was quickly muffled and followed by small whimpers and gasps overlaid by his yami's grunts.
At this action, the Puzzle's spirit backed away, bumping into the wall and gently sliding to the floor, hand impacting with the cold tile beneath him. Why did he have to care? Why did it matter so much, what they did? His eyes narrowed, then closed for a second as he sat in the steam-filled bathroom, clutching his bleeding hand.
There was one last cry, followed by a louder grunt and the sounds and curtain fell still. After a moment, the curtain was pushed aside and a naked and wet boy emerged, only recognizable as Yami Bakura by his triumphant smirk at the despondent boy sitting on the floor. Barely pausing to grab a towel, he exited.
After a moment there was a fumbling from behind the curtain and the water was shut off. In the quiet, Bakura's gasping and panting was audible, sounding tired and worn. He gave a sight moan and a shaky hand reached out to push the curtain aside.
Yami Yuugi looked up, as Yami Bakura left, and then again when he heard the curtain rustling and being pulled aside. He looked taken aback at Bakura's state, getting up without a second thought to help him. He pulled the curtain aside completely, reaching over to grasp Bakura's shoulders. "Are you okay?" He said, his voice hoarse and choked sounding.
The now even paler looking boy looked up, eyes wide in a mix of horror and fear. "Yuu--Yuu---Yuugi---sa...." he trailed off, trembling.
Yami Yuugi nodded a little. "Are you okay?" He asked again, his voice stronger now. He reached over and grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around Bakura gently. "You aren't hurt, are you?"
The boy continued to stare, shaking his head slightly as he continued trembling. "You-- You were... you-- you saw-- heard...?" he asked in a small voice.
"It doesn't matter." Yami Yuugi said, gently picking the frail boy up and setting him on the edge of the tub. "What matters now is you." He looked at Bakura, eyes roving over his body. "You don't look hurt, how do you feel?" He asked, persisting in his 'quest'.
"A-- a bit sore... and tired..." Bakura admitted, keeping his eyes low.
"You want to go to bed?" Yami Yuugi asked, wincing when the words left his mouth. "Would you like to sleep some?" He rephrased, clenching his fist again, absently noticing the blood and wiping the same hand on his pants.
"I'll be fine," the pale boy smile slightly. "He-- he didn't take much, I--" He stopped abruptly, looking worried.
Yami Yuugi seemed to notice this, pushing Bakura to arms length and looking him in the eye. "What's wrong?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
Bakura tried to give a reassuring smile. "Nothing, I just realized I still haven't taken my pill today," he laughed weakly.
"Where do you keep them? I can get one for you." Yami Yuugi said, expression still blank, but his air was reassuring.
"The small yellow bottle in the cabinet," Bakura pointed. "The prescription one, it's Lytha something or other."
Yami Yuugi nodded, resting Bakura against the side of the tub and going over to the cabinet, rummaging around for a second until he found the pills. He grabbed a glass sitting next to the sink and filled it with water, handing both to Bakura. "Here you go." He said softly.
The boy accepted the bottle with a small grateful smile before uncapping the bottle and shaking out a large blue pill before swallowing it dry and giving a relieved sigh,
Yami Yuugi sat down beside him. "So, you're okay?" He asked, running his hand over Bakura's arm, comfortingly.
"Un," Bakura smiled. "I'll be fine... Just-- just a bit sore, I may take something later for that," he gave a small shaky laugh.
Yami Yuugi nodded gravely. "You should." He said, Bakura's whimpers of pleasure, his yami's own noises still echoing in his ears as he remembered just why Bakura was sore. He smiled, rather wistfully. "I'm glad you're okay... mostly."
Bakura gave another small smile. "I-- I didn't know you were still..." he trailed off, voice unsure as he looked down again. "Gomen nasai..."
Yami Yuugi looked confused. "Didn't know what?" He asked, tilting his head again. "You don't have to apologize for anything, Bakura." He said, looking away for a second and blinking, his eyes burning a bit.
"I didn't think he'd-- I mean... if-- if I would have known you were there I would-- I would have told him no, but I--" The paler boy's hands tensed in the towel over his legs.
"If you had known I was there you'd have told him no?" Yami Yuugi said, bitterness in his tone. "But I was here, and you didn't say no." He said rather softly, trying to stem off the bitter sound of his own voice. "It's not my business anyway." He said, forcing a light smile. "I'm sorry, Bakura." He said, regaining his composure.
Bakura was quiet a long while. "I didn't think he would have if you were there..." he said softly. "I didn't-- I didn't want you to know..."
"To what end, Bakura?" Yami Yuugi said, his expression pleading. "He could have seriously hurt you! He might have anyway..." He said lowly. "He's hurt me enough." He muttered offhandedly. "I have no reason to trust him. Not with you. I care about you too much."
"And that's why I was here." He finished.
The pale boy was quiet a while longer. "He wouldn't hurt me like that... it would hurt him as well," he said softly.
Yami Yuugi nodded. "I'm beginning to understand that." He sighed. "And to accept it." He continued. "Accepting your relationship with him is another matter." Crimson eyes tilted upward till he was staring at the ceiling. "It's not easy for me to let go like that." He added absentmindedly.
"I feel whole... when he touches me... I-- It fills the void inside." Bakura hugged himself loosely. "Everything goes away and for a short while, he's back inside me and it doesn't hurt anymore..."
"But that feeling goes away, doesn't it?" Yami Yuugi asked softly. "When he leaves? Like he did just now?"
Bakura nodded. "But it hurts less when he's around..."
Yami Yuugi looked sad. "What about when I'm around?" He asked, his voice a mere whisper, hope draining with every word he spoke.
Bakura gave a small smile. "When you hold me, it all fades away and I feel like I could just stay forever in your arms and be warm..."
Yami Yuugi turned again, his gaze redirecting towards Bakura. "If that's... true..." He said slowly. "If that's true, why do you have to come back to him?" He said, voice still very soft.
Bakura was quiet a long moment. "He holds the other half of my soul... I can feel him, in my mind, cradling it and soothing everything away so I don't have to think anymore. He knows everything about me, even things I don't know and I don't need to speak, he hears my heart's desire and the words I think...."
Yami Yuugi nodded slowly. "And, he loves you?" He asked, voice wavering. "Does he love you more than he loves himself? Does he worship your every move? Would he do anything, no matter how high the cost, to protect you?" He questioned, his tone surprisingly deadpan the more he talked.
The pale boy hesitated. "I-- I don't know..." he admitted, playing with the towel around his waist.
"I know." He said shortly. "But if you could never know how much he cared, you should at least know that I do. I love you, Bakura." He said, breathing deeply. "What does that mean to you?"
Bakura looked up, eyes wide. "Yuu-- Yuu-- Yuugi-sa..." He stared, unable to finish. "Ho-- honto ni...?" he whispered, voice trembling.
Yami Yuugi nodded slowly. "I love you very much. More and more every day, the more I get to know you, the more I care." He said, sincerity flowing through his words, intertwining with them, making a statement of its own. "I care about you. I want to take care of you. To hold you." He finished softly.
Bakura's eyes watered slightly and he gave a shaky smile. "Yuugi-san..."
"And... no matter how selfish it sounds..." He paused. "I don't want to share you." 'With him.' His thoughts added. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." He said remorsefully, resting against the other side of the bathtub.
Bakura gave a small sad smile. "Gomen... I-- I don't know if I can not... I mean..." he hesitated slightly, then shakily got to his feet, moving over to the shorter boy to kneel in front of him.
Yami Yuugi opened his eyes, looking down at Bakura, the barest hints of tears brimming in their depths. "I know. I can't ask you to anything of the sort. That would be wrong of me."
The pale boy gave a soft smile, placing a hand on Yami Yuugi's cheek. "I'm sorry... Would you-- would you still have me, even if I couldn't stop being with him...?"
Yami Yuugi sighed, the touch invoking bliss on his face as he leaned into the delicate hand Bakura had rested against his cheek. "I couldn't... expect you to stop being with him. I wouldn't stop you. I do want to be with you." He whispered.
"And I want to be with you... and Yuugi-kun..." Bakura gave a soft laugh. "I want so much, I must sound so horrible," he smiled, looking almost ashamed of himself.
"No," Yami Yuugi said, smiling adoringly. "You don't sound horrible at all. You sound..." He trailed off, continuing to smile. "You are beautiful." He finished, resting his own hand against Bakura's cheek.
Bakura blushed, face looking almost like a porcelain doll as he leaned into the touch, expression blissful.
Yami Yuugi slid from the edge of the tub, resting partially in Bakura's lap. "Very much so." He said, nodding slightly and running his thumb over Bakura's bottom lip before pulling his hand away. "You aren't being horrible." He affirmed.
The paler boy unconsciously moved to follow the retreating touch and gave a small cry as he lost his balance.
Yami Yuugi quickly reached up, catching Bakura by his shoulders and holding him gently. "We should... get up..." He said haltingly.
Bakura nodded, looking slightly dizzy and winded. "Gomen, I-- I think I might need to lie down a moment," he laughed slightly.
Yami Yuugi nodded slightly, taking Bakura's uninjured hand in his and drawing him to his feet, supporting him against his chest. "Would you like to go to your room?" He asked.
Bakura hesitated a moment, then nodded.
Yami Yuugi nodded. "So," He asked, blinking. "Where is your room?" He smiled sheepishly.
Bakura gave a small laugh and led the way. "It's a bit of a mess at the moment, gomen..." he apologized as they entered.
The dresser and closet looked like someone had rummaged through them, looking for bedding and soft cloth that was piled in a round heap on the floor, contrasting with the neat and almost perfect tidiness of the desk and bookshelves in the room.
Yami Yuugi dismissed his apology. "It's okay. You saw Yuugi's room, it's not the neatest place on earth." He smiled, a rather cute gesture from him, and squeezed Bakura's hand encouragingly.
"He didn't want to sleep on the couch," Bakura explained sheepishly as he sat carefully on the edge of his bed. "Normally it's quite neat..."
Yami Yuugi smiled and sat down next to Bakura, smiling. "I think it's just fine." He brought Bakura's fingertips to his lips, kissing the pale hand gently. "It's a nice room." He said, still holding Bakura's hand.
Bakura smiled. "Half my stuff is still in boxes in closets," he confessed softly. "I just never get around to unpacking because I keep thinking this won't be any different then before and I'll be moving again at the end of the term...."
Yami Yuugi looked slightly sad, slightly upset. "I'm sorry, Bakura." He said, his voice sincere and kind. He rubbed Bakura's hand in his own gently, reassuringly. "You shouldn't have to feel like that." He whispered.
Bakura's smile softened. "Yuugi-san no sei janai. And it's okay. Most of it's thing from Tousan, Kaasan and Amane's rooms. I-- I like to carry them with me, as if they were coming back...."
Yami Yuugi looked sad again, smiling gently himself. "Like carrying a piece of them with you?" His hand automatically traveled to the Puzzle hanging around his neck, and as he looked down at it, his eyes caught sight of Bakura's wounded arm. "Bakura? Do you need to..." He gestured to the injury. "Do you need bandages for that?"
"He'll be coming in soon to take care of it," the pale boy smiled, almost unconsciously moving to hold his arm to his chest, hiding the slightly inflamed looking red and pink wound.
A flash of jealousy came over Yami Yuugi's face, quickly replaced with pity. "Does it hurt?" He asked, touching Bakura's arm lightly, almost as if he were a small child, curious about something he didn't understand.
"A-- a little," the boy admitted. "I'll take something for it later," he assured with a smile.
The dark spirit nodded. "That's good. I don't want you to be in pain." He said, his voice filled with sorrow at the very thought that Bakura was hurt.
"I won't be," Bakura smiled as if nothing was wrong.
Yami Yuugi looked wary of this response, thoughts racing once again. "Could he... could he make it go away?" He asked, rather reluctantly.
Bakura blinked at him in confusion.
Yami Yuugi spoke again, the words nearly being forced from his mouth. "Could he make your arm better?" He asked again. "When he showed me his... it was healed." He added. "So can he take care of you?"
Bakura shook his head slightly. "He didn't heal his, he never had it. Just the shadow of what I did to myself."
Yami Yuugi nodded. "I see." He should have, his thoughts procured venomously. "So there's no way for him to make it go away?" He asked, still persisting.
"I-- I don't know," Bakura admitted.
"If there was, I would have done it already," Yami Bakura's voice came from the doorway.
Yami Yuugi's head jerked up. "So you can't take care of him, then?" He asked, still holding Bakura's hand, his grip more possessive now as he watched the thief king, warily.
Yami Bakura rolled his eyes. "I can't magically undo what he's done to himself," he retorted, walking over. "Now get away from him so I can bandage that," he nodded at Bakura's arm as he held up the drug store bag in his hand.
Yami Yuugi let go of Bakura's hand, letting it rest gently on his leg. "And I was supposed to know that how?" He asked. "I don't know how to help him, I thought you might. I had at least that much faith in you." His tone was reserved enough, only for Bakura's sake, of course. "If nothing else." He added softly, looking encouragingly at Bakura.
Bakura gave the shorter boy a small smile while his yami rolled his eyes. "Down," he ordered the paler boy, who nodded and obeyed, laying back on the bed, holding his arm out, looking up at the ceiling.
The wild haired boy set to work, pulling out supplies and attending to the wound with an almost rough tenderness.
Yami Yuugi watched, somewhat caught up in Yami Bakura's actions, taking note of his almost gentle treatment of Bakura. He continued to eye Bakura as well, gauging his reactions and assuring himself that the sweeter of the two boys wasn't in any undue pain.
Yami Bakura attached the bandage that was wrapped around his former host's arm with the clasp provided and nodded, tracing a line up the arm to the boy's chest, smirking at the boy's answering murmur. "I just need a little more," he said quietly, hand tracing lower on Bakura's chest, "and I'll show you how to get what you need..."
"Demo..." Bakura protested softly, breath catching as his Yami Bakura pulled away the towel that was his only covering.
Yami Yuugi listened to their conversation, interested, yet having no idea what they were talking about. He looked away when Yami Bakura threw the towel on the ground, shifting his gaze so he was watching Yami Bakura himself.
Bakura gave a small gasp, head turning to the side as his face flushed, making the rest of his skin look almost deathly white.
"Can you feel what I'm doing?" his yami coached, voice strangely soothing.
Bakura nodded breathlessly.
"Go inside slightly, like this..."
The paler boy gave a sharp cry, arching.
"And find what you need," the harsher boy smirked as Bakura whimpered softly. "Coax it out and take it inside you. The Ring will help."
Yami Yuugi continued to watch, fighting back his reactions at the small sounds Bakura was making, still wondering what was going on. He nearly made an attempt at stopping Yami Bakura, stifling it in favor of a low growl.
There was another chuckle. "You can do it that way too," Yami Bakura answered his former host's silent question. "Don't think, just relax. I won't take much."
Bakura gave a sharp cry, arching briefly before collapsing, boneless, against the bed, breathing heavily.
Yami Bakura chuckled again, picking up the towel to wipe his hand on it before draping it over the paler boy's hips once more. He stood up and placed a small kiss on the boy's forehead before leaving the room once more.
Yami Yuugi looked questioningly at the pale boy lying on the bed. "What, what was he talking about?" He asked, rather helplessly. He turned to watch Yami Bakura's exit, eyeing them both curiously in turn.
Bakura didn't answer, seeming lost for breath.
"He can't hear that, Yadonushi," Yami Bakura called back, voice amused.
Yami Yuugi looked back at Bakura. "What does that mean?" He asked, confusion mounting as he looked more and more.
"It means he tried to talk to you the way he can talk to me," Yami Bakura smirked, returning to the door way.
Yami Yuugi turned, addressing Yami Bakura now. "And what did you just do to him?" He asked.
The harsher boy smirked. "I thought that would have been obvious, Yuugi," he almost snickered.
Yami Yuugi blinked. "No, it wasn't." He said, tone impatient. "It wasn't that obvious really."
Yami Bakura chuckled. "Virgin."
Yami Yuugi looked taken aback. "Excuse me?" He said. "That's not what I meant." He stated, huffing. "I think you knew that, too, didn't you? I meant what you were saying."
The pale spirit gave a chuckle.
"What were you telling him while... what were you saying to him?" He said, his tone pouty. "What did that mean?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Yami Bakura dismissed, turning to leave the room once more.
Yami Yuugi turned, yet again, to look at Bakura. "Will I?" He asked, confusedly.
The retreating chuckle of the spirit of the Ring was his only answer.
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AN from Fran:
Bakuraluva: He didn't like YY touching Bakura when he was still inthe body, hence his whole 'split us and you can screw him' coment. This chapter should have shown about YB's living conditions and other thigns. :)
Sailor Comet: ;p Meany. :) He's not a slut, he's just... it's complicated. :)
Anime-fan Meepa: erm... It might have been.. just assume Bakura let him go or just didn;t tighten it if we missed that. *sweatdrops*
Jargonelle: *bows deeply* Glad you like. :) I like Y/B best m;self. *smiles* Ack. Dub = bad. Get the subs if you can!
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Yami Yuugi nodded slowly. "I love you very much. More and more every day, the more I get to know you, the more I care." He said, sincerity flowing through his words, intertwining with them, making a statement of its own. "I care about you. I want to take care of you. To hold you." He finished softly.
[Inner Yami - Certainly more than that stupid bastard. *points at Yami Bakura, obviously very bitter*]
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~Chapter 5 - Posession~
Bakura tensed slightly, pale cheeks flushing as he gave a small whimper, hands clutching weakly at the bedding around him.
Through the darkness, a comforting hand reached out, drawing Bakura close and whispering soothingly to him, slender fingers brushing hair from his face.
The boy slowly stilled, expression softening again as he gave a soft sigh, murmuring a name as he relaxed in the arms of his comforter.
The boy in the bed beside Bakura smiled, sitting up carefully, not wanting to disturb the other boy. It was still early and he had a rough day, it would be best to let him sleep some more. He smiled, watching the other still and fall asleep. Reluctantly, he stood, walking out of the bedroom, with one quick glance back at the sleeping figure.
After a moment of absence, the boy with tricolored hair returned, resuming his post at the foot of the bed, watching Bakura. He stayed there, simply watching, for a few hours, the sun rising higher and higher in the sky.
The paler boy began to stir uncomfortably again, whimpering as if in pain.
The boy at the edge of the bed looked up, finding himself at Bakura's side in a second, leaning over him carefully, one hand resting on his shoulder. "Bakura?" He whispered.
Brown eyes opened slightly. "Yuugi-sa...." he trailed off with a small smile. "You're here...."
Yami Yuugi smiled, nodding. "I told you I would be." He said, their foreheads touching gently. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, laying down beside the other.
"Un," the pale boy smiled, snuggling closer to his companion. "I only had a few nightmares and every time there was something there... like a mix of light and darkness that soothed it all away...."
"That's good to hear." Yami Yuugi said, pleased to hear that Bakura had passed the night without much worry. "I'm very glad." He snuggled next to Bakura himself, smiling.
The boy sighed contentedly, enjoying the feel of the other boy's arms around him. Suddenly, his eyes went wide and he sat up. "Ah! What time is it?! We're missing school!" he panicked, scrambling to get up.
Yami Yuugi held Bakura down, shaking his head. "You're staying home today." He said firmly.
Bakura looked up at him with wide eyes. "Demo...!"
Yami Yuugi pressed Bakura into the bed slightly. "You're going to stay here. Rest some more." He nodded, almost as if to himself. "Maybe go back to sleep."
"But I can't miss school! What if there's a test?! What if there's something important I'm missing!" The pale boy protested, struggling weakly.
Yami Yuugi shook his head again, still pinning Bakura to the bed gently. "Stay here. You can make up all your schoolwork. You need the rest."
"I got enough sleep, I'll be fine," Bakura insisted. "And I have to stop home first to get my work and my meds and--- aaaa, I never finished my homework...!" he near moaned.
Yami Yuugi looked down at Bakura incredulously, hands resting on his shoulders, legs straddling Bakura's hips. "You're impossible, you know that Bakura Ryou? Utterly impossible." He looked amused as he said this.
The pale boy blinked up at Yami Yuugi , expression almost a pout.
"Impossibly cute..." He finished, crossing his arms over Bakura's chest and leaning over him, trademark smirk in place. "And I have you to myself... mostly... today. Because you are not," He tapped Bakura's nose. "Going back to school now."
"Demo...." Bakura tried to protest half heartedly. "I should at least go home and get my meds and changed..."
Yami Yuugi sighed. "I suppose you're right. But I'd like to come with you." He added.
Bakura nodded, then hesitated. "Demo... He might be there and I know the two of you don't get along..." he said, tone almost nervous.
Yami Yuugi made a low noise in his throat. "That may be so, but I don't want to leave you alone with him. I don't trust him, Bakura." He said, his own voice nearly pleading.
"He wouldn't hurt me," Bakura smiled, tone reassuring. "It'd be like hurting himself. And he never does anything that doesn't have a reason behind it. I'll be fine, I just don't want there to be any fighting..."
"I promise to behave, if he does. How's that?" Yami Yuugi said, clearly not believing what Bakura said.
The pale boy hesitated slightly. "I just don't want to agitate him..."
"Because?" Yami Yuugi asked, eyebrows raised.
Bakura gave a small smile. "You know how he is," he laughed slightly.
Yami Yuugi nodded. "Exactly. Which is why I don't want to leave you alone with him. Because he's not trustworthy in the least."
Bakura gave another small laugh. "Mou, Yuugi-san!" he smiled. "He's not going to do anything to me!"
"But... he has already." Yami Yuugi said softly. "It's better to be safe, rather than sorry."
Bakura blinked slightly.
"I'm coming with you, and that's final." He said, tapping Bakura's nose again.
The pale haired boy sighed. "Mou, Yuugi-san, I'm not a child...." he protested.
"And neither am I." He said dismissive. "So, do you want to go now?"
Bakura sighed, then nodded. "I'm supposed to take my meds at the start of the day, so the sooner the better."
"Okay, then, shall we?" He offered one hand to Bakura.
The boy nodded, accepting.
Yami Yuugi pulled Bakura to his feet gently, keeping his injured hand steady and holding the other firmly.
Bakura teetered a moment, leaning heavily against Yami Yuugi before finding his balance with a slight blush.
Yami Yuugi held Bakura upright in the second it took him to regain his balance, smiling as he led him from the room and into the hallway. "You have your bag?" He asked, handing Bakura his shoes.
Bakura shook his head. "It's at the apartment," he said, carefully sliding into the sneakers and wincing as he tried to tie them.
Yami Yuugi leaned over, taking Bakura's hands in one of his. "Here. I've got it." He said lowly, tying Bakura's shoes for him. "There." He said, finishing and standing up, once more taking Bakura's hand in his.
The boy blushed embarrassedly. "I feel like an elementary-schooler... can't even tie my own shoe..." he lamented with a sigh. "Gomen..."
"No, it's okay." Yami Yuugi chuckled. "I don't mind. It's not going to kill me." He said lightly, opening the door for Bakura and then closing it after he followed him through, starting the walk to Bakura's apartment.
"I just feel like I'm being a burden..." Bakura admitted, wringing his hands carefully as they walked.
"And I've already told you... you could never be a burden to me, Bakura." Yami Yuugi said, pointing at the white haired one.
Bakura gave a small smile. "I'm sorry I feel asleep last night when I did, I hadn't realized I was so tired," he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to leave you like that..."
Yami Yuugi shook his head again. "Don't worry about it. You were tired, I understand."
As the pair got closer to his apartment building, Bakura seemed more and more nervous, almost fidgeting as he fumbled with the main door.
Yami Yuugi came up beside him, resting one hand on top of Bakura's own. "It's okay. I'm here, remember?" His hand fell away and he stood beside Bakura, an air of protectiveness around him. "Don't worry."
The paler boy gave a small nervous smile. "I just worry that he'll react badly because you're here..."
The shorter boy sighed. "I know. I promise I won't start anything." He said impishly, trying to lighten the mood. "Okay?" He held the door open for Bakura, bowing slightly.
Bakura smiled slightly and nodded, entering and heading for the elevator.
He seemed almost distracted as they rode up, as if listening to something that Yami Yuugi couldn't hear.
Yami Yuugi leaned against the elevator wall, watching Bakura, his eyes narrowed a bit, brow furrowed. He was jerked from his reverie when the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival.
The pale boy smiled softly as he walked to his apartment, the door opening as he reached it and his smile grew more relaxed as his mirror image reached out to pull him into his arms possessively.
Yami Yuugi stood in the doorway, watching, fascinated it seemed, by the seamless embrace the two shared. His eyes narrowed further as he noticed just how pale the younger one was in comparison to his double. He snarled under his breath.
Yami Bakura looked briefly at the shorter boy before turning his attention back to his former host, moving to pull him inside the apartment.
Yami Yuugi stepped up behind Bakura, his expression haughty, entire posture altered in the presence of the once-thief king.
Yami Bakura looked at him again in vague irritation before running a hand down Bakura's cheek and turning to almost gently push his former host into the apartment, moving to shut the door behind them.
Yami Yuugi snarled again, louder this time, and put his hand on the door, stepping inside the apartment lightly. He eyed the other spirit, anger and wary apprehension clouding his features for a second, his gaze darting between Bakura and his other half. His suspicions seemed to be utterly confirmed, the simple touches and Yami Bakura's attitude, his mannerisms, proving true.
"You weren't invited in," Yami Bakura said plainly, crossing his arms as he scowled slightly, blocking the shorter boy from entering further.
Yami Yuugi's upper lips curled, and he crossed his own arms. "Not by you, no. I wasn't." He said, traditional haughty tone in place. "I'm here to take care of more important matters."
Bakura looked hesitantly at his yami, who nodded at him in silent communication. With a last look at Yami Yuugi, the paler boy turned to exit the entry.
"Bakura?" the shorter boy asked, tone shifting entirely, unforeseen kindness replacing outright arrogant dismissal.
The paler boy hesitated, then gave a reassuring smile. "I'm going to take my pills and wash up," he said softly. He looked at his yami a moment, who gave a small snort and nodded. Smile growing more relieved, Bakura turned and vanished down the hall.
His harsher refection continued to glare down at Yami Yuugi . "He's still mine," he said, voice almost a warning.
Yami Yuugi looked all the more resolute, his expression hardening tenfold when Bakura disappeared. "You don't own him." He said, countering Yami Bakura's words, if futilely. "And he is only 'yours' by a sick twist of fate. That, that alone allows you some small claim on his life."
The harsher boy gave a chuckle. "Oh, but I do own him. In more ways then you can comprehend," he smirked.
Yami Yuugi looked disgusted. "And you condemn me." He said, shaking his head. "Your morals are rather skewed, aren't they?" He added, "I don't have to contort people's thoughts in order to get what I want."
Yami Bakura's smirk didn't change. "What's the matter, Yuugi, don't want used goods?" he mocked. "Or are you just bitter he asked me before he asked you?" he taunted.
"No, I just think that you should have a higher regard for your host." He said, voice rising a little. "He's not your toy." He said firmly, each word emphasized strongly. "And he is not used goods." He said, bitterness in his voice. "I told you before, he is more pure than you could ever hope to be."
The harsher boy chuckled. "Oh, I have a rather high regard for him. He's a very good toy," he smirked. "And so irresistible when he's begging me to take him and prove my ownership over him," he said with relish, licking his lips suggestively.
Yami Yuugi again looked disgusted, distaste in every word he spoke. "Furthermore and continuing, he is not your toy." He said, the urge to stamp his foot like a small child might prickling at the forefront of his thoughts. "You don't own him. No one 'owns' him. You hurt him, you twisted his thoughts, you used him. You don't deserve to live." He spat out, anger clouding his vision.
Yami Bakura gave a snort. "You always seem to think I hurt him. Allow me to show you something, Yuugi." he hissed the shorter boy's name as he pulled up the sleeve his shirt to display a long thick scar up his lower arm where Bakura's injury was.
"What is that?" Yami Yuugi asked, still wary, but now slightly curious. He dropped his arms a bit, leaning over a bit. "That's where..." He uncrossed his arms, almost reaching out to touch the familiar looking skin. His hand stopped a few inches into the gesture and he stiffened again. "Why are you showing me this? It proves nothing."
"Harming him harms my own body. Just because we are now in two bodies does not change the fact that we are still one." The wild haired boy gave a smirk. "Which makes the sex fantastic," he added, voice heavy with satisfaction.
Yami Yuugi inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. "I'm sure." He said, begrudging agreement in his voice. "As for his wound... you deserve it more than he does." He clenched his fists at his sides, Yami Bakura's last comment obviously unnerving him greatly.
"Be glad I was there to stop him from doing worse to himself else you wouldn't have any time to 'savior your victory' with him," Yami Bakura chuckled, enjoying the other boy's agitated state.
"I savior nothing." He said bitterly. "And again, you only stopped him because you didn't want to end up with more than that scar on your arm. Or maybe it was because you wanted to 'savior the victory' with him so badly... you had to save him." He sneered, resting his hands on his hips. "Again, you have the nerve to lecture me on honor."
The harsher boy chuckled again. "I saved him because it suited my needs, and was given a very pleasant reward."
Yami Yuugi , if it were possible, looked even more disgusted. "The reward may have been pleasant, but you did not deserve it." He seemed to be brooding, turning his head to the side and looking down the short hallway.
"Did you think he'd be so grateful for you for tearing him apart that he'd give his virginity to you instead?"
Yami Yuugi turned sharply to face Yami Bakura, eyes afire. "No, I didn't. I never thought that once." He said, his face close to Yami Bakura's now. "I simply apologized to him. More than I can say for you." He hissed.
The harsher boy chuckled. "I had no need to."
Yami Yuugi snorted. "Not for all the prior pain you put him through, up until the fact of your separation - which you knew would devastate him, yet you still encouraged it? Not for any of that? There was no call for apology then?" He asked, the sound of Yami Bakura's chuckling beginning to grate on his nerves.
"I gave you a choice to separate us or leave my host alone forever. You were the one who chose the separation, and I am not the one who has caused his pain," Yami Bakura said with amusement.
Yami Yuugi looked taken aback. "To my knowledge, you were, and are, the one causing his pain. Not for the sole reason of your actions, but for your brash attitude as well. I'm deeply sorry for any and all hurt I may have unknowingly incurred upon him." He said, saving himself for a moment.
The pale haired spirit chuckled again. "Your knowledge is wrong."
"You keep saying that." Yami Yuugi said, quirking an eyebrow. "That's your number one argument. Care to tell me what you mean when you say that his pain isn't your fault? Hmm?"
"Simply that. I have been his protector, not his torturer as you seem to believe. But we've had this conversation before and it bores me. My host is showering and sending very inviting mental images so get out of our apartment," Yami Bakura said bluntly.
Yami Yuugi again looked taken aback. "I'm not leaving until I get answers." He said shortly, his own mind jumping to those 'inviting' images, before he pushed those thoughts away quickly, smothering them under his quest for knowledge.
Yami Bakura shrugged. "Then stay and watch, just don't interfere," he said dismissive, turning to head deeper into the apartment.
Yami Yuugi stood in the hall helplessly for a second before coming to his senses and following the other spirit. "What do you mean you have been his protector?" He asked. "You don't seem to really protect him from much of anything. I know you say you do - but that's not protection, that's just hiding the truth. Which only hurts him more." He pointed out, falling into step behind Yami Bakura.
Yami Bakura didn't bother answering him as he opened the door to the bathroom, smirking at the steam the shower had already created.
Yami Yuugi paused in the doorway, decency and honor warring with his own anger against the spirit. He shuffled his feet for a second, unsure of what to do. Certainly he didn't want to hurt or embarrass Bakura, but he didn't really want to leave him alone with the other. Finally, hesitantly, he stepped forward, glaring at the pale haired spirit, still haughtily.
Yami Bakura ignored him, not even bothering to undress before pushing the shower curtain aside and stepping in, letting it fall closed behind him.
Yami Yuugi stood beside the shower, arms crossed, apparently deciding to wait until Yami Bakura got out again, his expression stony.
There was a soft murmur that was unmistakably Bakura's, followed by the very recognizable chuckle of his other as the softer voice gave a small gasp that was almost lost in the sound of the falling water.
Yami Yuugi leaned against the wall, his expression mirroring misery, but he didn't move, contenting himself to stare at the sink, eyeing his reflection in the mirror after a secondary perusal of said faucet.
Bakura's voice gave a soft, almost shuddery moan as Yami Bakura's rumbled in pleasure, sounding almost like a growl of hunger.
Yami Yuugi listened intently, mind in turmoil over what he was hearing. The situation was painful, someone who he cared about was getting the same pleasure he'd previously given, only now from someone he loathed. The conundrum resounded in his mind, analytical thought processes taking over as he considered his options. One, he could leave. This would thus sufficiently shatter his own self pride, give Yami Bakura what he wanted, and leave Bakura vulnerable. Which was not what he wanted. Two, he could just stand there until they emerged, or otherwise ceased their activities. This would be embarrassing. Uncomfortable. Third... he turned away from the mirror. Thirdly...
Bakura's voice gave a sharp cry and whimpered, sounding almost choked.
Yami Yuugi jerked up, away from the wall, eyes wide. His thoughts began to race again, the simple sound causing his mind to travel over many possible options for its origin. Did it mean Bakura was hurt? Or maybe... he shook his head, opting for the first one, stepping forward a bit awkwardly to stand in front of the shower.
There was another growl of pleasure and Bakura cried out again, the shower curtain moving as there was a loud sound of something slapping against the wall of the shower.
Yami Yuugi tensed at the noise, the shower curtain falling away somewhat so he could see partially what was going on beyond the thin barrier. He cautiously pulled it away a bit more, freezing at what he saw, hand gripping the curtain until his knuckles turned white.
The paler of the two boys was near pinned against the wall of the shower by the other, face flushed and eyes closed as he arched against his other who's lips were pressed to his former host's neck, arms wrapped around his waist, holding him intimately close as he rocked against him.
Yami Yuugi gasped, dropping the curtain and his head, blood leaking from between his clenched fingers where he'd broken the skin. He stood, rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to speak, sadness playing in various levels over his face.
Bakura's voice gave another cry, higher pitched that was quickly muffled and followed by small whimpers and gasps overlaid by his yami's grunts.
At this action, the Puzzle's spirit backed away, bumping into the wall and gently sliding to the floor, hand impacting with the cold tile beneath him. Why did he have to care? Why did it matter so much, what they did? His eyes narrowed, then closed for a second as he sat in the steam-filled bathroom, clutching his bleeding hand.
There was one last cry, followed by a louder grunt and the sounds and curtain fell still. After a moment, the curtain was pushed aside and a naked and wet boy emerged, only recognizable as Yami Bakura by his triumphant smirk at the despondent boy sitting on the floor. Barely pausing to grab a towel, he exited.
After a moment there was a fumbling from behind the curtain and the water was shut off. In the quiet, Bakura's gasping and panting was audible, sounding tired and worn. He gave a sight moan and a shaky hand reached out to push the curtain aside.
Yami Yuugi looked up, as Yami Bakura left, and then again when he heard the curtain rustling and being pulled aside. He looked taken aback at Bakura's state, getting up without a second thought to help him. He pulled the curtain aside completely, reaching over to grasp Bakura's shoulders. "Are you okay?" He said, his voice hoarse and choked sounding.
The now even paler looking boy looked up, eyes wide in a mix of horror and fear. "Yuu--Yuu---Yuugi---sa...." he trailed off, trembling.
Yami Yuugi nodded a little. "Are you okay?" He asked again, his voice stronger now. He reached over and grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around Bakura gently. "You aren't hurt, are you?"
The boy continued to stare, shaking his head slightly as he continued trembling. "You-- You were... you-- you saw-- heard...?" he asked in a small voice.
"It doesn't matter." Yami Yuugi said, gently picking the frail boy up and setting him on the edge of the tub. "What matters now is you." He looked at Bakura, eyes roving over his body. "You don't look hurt, how do you feel?" He asked, persisting in his 'quest'.
"A-- a bit sore... and tired..." Bakura admitted, keeping his eyes low.
"You want to go to bed?" Yami Yuugi asked, wincing when the words left his mouth. "Would you like to sleep some?" He rephrased, clenching his fist again, absently noticing the blood and wiping the same hand on his pants.
"I'll be fine," the pale boy smile slightly. "He-- he didn't take much, I--" He stopped abruptly, looking worried.
Yami Yuugi seemed to notice this, pushing Bakura to arms length and looking him in the eye. "What's wrong?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
Bakura tried to give a reassuring smile. "Nothing, I just realized I still haven't taken my pill today," he laughed weakly.
"Where do you keep them? I can get one for you." Yami Yuugi said, expression still blank, but his air was reassuring.
"The small yellow bottle in the cabinet," Bakura pointed. "The prescription one, it's Lytha something or other."
Yami Yuugi nodded, resting Bakura against the side of the tub and going over to the cabinet, rummaging around for a second until he found the pills. He grabbed a glass sitting next to the sink and filled it with water, handing both to Bakura. "Here you go." He said softly.
The boy accepted the bottle with a small grateful smile before uncapping the bottle and shaking out a large blue pill before swallowing it dry and giving a relieved sigh,
Yami Yuugi sat down beside him. "So, you're okay?" He asked, running his hand over Bakura's arm, comfortingly.
"Un," Bakura smiled. "I'll be fine... Just-- just a bit sore, I may take something later for that," he gave a small shaky laugh.
Yami Yuugi nodded gravely. "You should." He said, Bakura's whimpers of pleasure, his yami's own noises still echoing in his ears as he remembered just why Bakura was sore. He smiled, rather wistfully. "I'm glad you're okay... mostly."
Bakura gave another small smile. "I-- I didn't know you were still..." he trailed off, voice unsure as he looked down again. "Gomen nasai..."
Yami Yuugi looked confused. "Didn't know what?" He asked, tilting his head again. "You don't have to apologize for anything, Bakura." He said, looking away for a second and blinking, his eyes burning a bit.
"I didn't think he'd-- I mean... if-- if I would have known you were there I would-- I would have told him no, but I--" The paler boy's hands tensed in the towel over his legs.
"If you had known I was there you'd have told him no?" Yami Yuugi said, bitterness in his tone. "But I was here, and you didn't say no." He said rather softly, trying to stem off the bitter sound of his own voice. "It's not my business anyway." He said, forcing a light smile. "I'm sorry, Bakura." He said, regaining his composure.
Bakura was quiet a long while. "I didn't think he would have if you were there..." he said softly. "I didn't-- I didn't want you to know..."
"To what end, Bakura?" Yami Yuugi said, his expression pleading. "He could have seriously hurt you! He might have anyway..." He said lowly. "He's hurt me enough." He muttered offhandedly. "I have no reason to trust him. Not with you. I care about you too much."
"And that's why I was here." He finished.
The pale boy was quiet a while longer. "He wouldn't hurt me like that... it would hurt him as well," he said softly.
Yami Yuugi nodded. "I'm beginning to understand that." He sighed. "And to accept it." He continued. "Accepting your relationship with him is another matter." Crimson eyes tilted upward till he was staring at the ceiling. "It's not easy for me to let go like that." He added absentmindedly.
"I feel whole... when he touches me... I-- It fills the void inside." Bakura hugged himself loosely. "Everything goes away and for a short while, he's back inside me and it doesn't hurt anymore..."
"But that feeling goes away, doesn't it?" Yami Yuugi asked softly. "When he leaves? Like he did just now?"
Bakura nodded. "But it hurts less when he's around..."
Yami Yuugi looked sad. "What about when I'm around?" He asked, his voice a mere whisper, hope draining with every word he spoke.
Bakura gave a small smile. "When you hold me, it all fades away and I feel like I could just stay forever in your arms and be warm..."
Yami Yuugi turned again, his gaze redirecting towards Bakura. "If that's... true..." He said slowly. "If that's true, why do you have to come back to him?" He said, voice still very soft.
Bakura was quiet a long moment. "He holds the other half of my soul... I can feel him, in my mind, cradling it and soothing everything away so I don't have to think anymore. He knows everything about me, even things I don't know and I don't need to speak, he hears my heart's desire and the words I think...."
Yami Yuugi nodded slowly. "And, he loves you?" He asked, voice wavering. "Does he love you more than he loves himself? Does he worship your every move? Would he do anything, no matter how high the cost, to protect you?" He questioned, his tone surprisingly deadpan the more he talked.
The pale boy hesitated. "I-- I don't know..." he admitted, playing with the towel around his waist.
"I know." He said shortly. "But if you could never know how much he cared, you should at least know that I do. I love you, Bakura." He said, breathing deeply. "What does that mean to you?"
Bakura looked up, eyes wide. "Yuu-- Yuu-- Yuugi-sa..." He stared, unable to finish. "Ho-- honto ni...?" he whispered, voice trembling.
Yami Yuugi nodded slowly. "I love you very much. More and more every day, the more I get to know you, the more I care." He said, sincerity flowing through his words, intertwining with them, making a statement of its own. "I care about you. I want to take care of you. To hold you." He finished softly.
Bakura's eyes watered slightly and he gave a shaky smile. "Yuugi-san..."
"And... no matter how selfish it sounds..." He paused. "I don't want to share you." 'With him.' His thoughts added. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." He said remorsefully, resting against the other side of the bathtub.
Bakura gave a small sad smile. "Gomen... I-- I don't know if I can not... I mean..." he hesitated slightly, then shakily got to his feet, moving over to the shorter boy to kneel in front of him.
Yami Yuugi opened his eyes, looking down at Bakura, the barest hints of tears brimming in their depths. "I know. I can't ask you to anything of the sort. That would be wrong of me."
The pale boy gave a soft smile, placing a hand on Yami Yuugi's cheek. "I'm sorry... Would you-- would you still have me, even if I couldn't stop being with him...?"
Yami Yuugi sighed, the touch invoking bliss on his face as he leaned into the delicate hand Bakura had rested against his cheek. "I couldn't... expect you to stop being with him. I wouldn't stop you. I do want to be with you." He whispered.
"And I want to be with you... and Yuugi-kun..." Bakura gave a soft laugh. "I want so much, I must sound so horrible," he smiled, looking almost ashamed of himself.
"No," Yami Yuugi said, smiling adoringly. "You don't sound horrible at all. You sound..." He trailed off, continuing to smile. "You are beautiful." He finished, resting his own hand against Bakura's cheek.
Bakura blushed, face looking almost like a porcelain doll as he leaned into the touch, expression blissful.
Yami Yuugi slid from the edge of the tub, resting partially in Bakura's lap. "Very much so." He said, nodding slightly and running his thumb over Bakura's bottom lip before pulling his hand away. "You aren't being horrible." He affirmed.
The paler boy unconsciously moved to follow the retreating touch and gave a small cry as he lost his balance.
Yami Yuugi quickly reached up, catching Bakura by his shoulders and holding him gently. "We should... get up..." He said haltingly.
Bakura nodded, looking slightly dizzy and winded. "Gomen, I-- I think I might need to lie down a moment," he laughed slightly.
Yami Yuugi nodded slightly, taking Bakura's uninjured hand in his and drawing him to his feet, supporting him against his chest. "Would you like to go to your room?" He asked.
Bakura hesitated a moment, then nodded.
Yami Yuugi nodded. "So," He asked, blinking. "Where is your room?" He smiled sheepishly.
Bakura gave a small laugh and led the way. "It's a bit of a mess at the moment, gomen..." he apologized as they entered.
The dresser and closet looked like someone had rummaged through them, looking for bedding and soft cloth that was piled in a round heap on the floor, contrasting with the neat and almost perfect tidiness of the desk and bookshelves in the room.
Yami Yuugi dismissed his apology. "It's okay. You saw Yuugi's room, it's not the neatest place on earth." He smiled, a rather cute gesture from him, and squeezed Bakura's hand encouragingly.
"He didn't want to sleep on the couch," Bakura explained sheepishly as he sat carefully on the edge of his bed. "Normally it's quite neat..."
Yami Yuugi smiled and sat down next to Bakura, smiling. "I think it's just fine." He brought Bakura's fingertips to his lips, kissing the pale hand gently. "It's a nice room." He said, still holding Bakura's hand.
Bakura smiled. "Half my stuff is still in boxes in closets," he confessed softly. "I just never get around to unpacking because I keep thinking this won't be any different then before and I'll be moving again at the end of the term...."
Yami Yuugi looked slightly sad, slightly upset. "I'm sorry, Bakura." He said, his voice sincere and kind. He rubbed Bakura's hand in his own gently, reassuringly. "You shouldn't have to feel like that." He whispered.
Bakura's smile softened. "Yuugi-san no sei janai. And it's okay. Most of it's thing from Tousan, Kaasan and Amane's rooms. I-- I like to carry them with me, as if they were coming back...."
Yami Yuugi looked sad again, smiling gently himself. "Like carrying a piece of them with you?" His hand automatically traveled to the Puzzle hanging around his neck, and as he looked down at it, his eyes caught sight of Bakura's wounded arm. "Bakura? Do you need to..." He gestured to the injury. "Do you need bandages for that?"
"He'll be coming in soon to take care of it," the pale boy smiled, almost unconsciously moving to hold his arm to his chest, hiding the slightly inflamed looking red and pink wound.
A flash of jealousy came over Yami Yuugi's face, quickly replaced with pity. "Does it hurt?" He asked, touching Bakura's arm lightly, almost as if he were a small child, curious about something he didn't understand.
"A-- a little," the boy admitted. "I'll take something for it later," he assured with a smile.
The dark spirit nodded. "That's good. I don't want you to be in pain." He said, his voice filled with sorrow at the very thought that Bakura was hurt.
"I won't be," Bakura smiled as if nothing was wrong.
Yami Yuugi looked wary of this response, thoughts racing once again. "Could he... could he make it go away?" He asked, rather reluctantly.
Bakura blinked at him in confusion.
Yami Yuugi spoke again, the words nearly being forced from his mouth. "Could he make your arm better?" He asked again. "When he showed me his... it was healed." He added. "So can he take care of you?"
Bakura shook his head slightly. "He didn't heal his, he never had it. Just the shadow of what I did to myself."
Yami Yuugi nodded. "I see." He should have, his thoughts procured venomously. "So there's no way for him to make it go away?" He asked, still persisting.
"I-- I don't know," Bakura admitted.
"If there was, I would have done it already," Yami Bakura's voice came from the doorway.
Yami Yuugi's head jerked up. "So you can't take care of him, then?" He asked, still holding Bakura's hand, his grip more possessive now as he watched the thief king, warily.
Yami Bakura rolled his eyes. "I can't magically undo what he's done to himself," he retorted, walking over. "Now get away from him so I can bandage that," he nodded at Bakura's arm as he held up the drug store bag in his hand.
Yami Yuugi let go of Bakura's hand, letting it rest gently on his leg. "And I was supposed to know that how?" He asked. "I don't know how to help him, I thought you might. I had at least that much faith in you." His tone was reserved enough, only for Bakura's sake, of course. "If nothing else." He added softly, looking encouragingly at Bakura.
Bakura gave the shorter boy a small smile while his yami rolled his eyes. "Down," he ordered the paler boy, who nodded and obeyed, laying back on the bed, holding his arm out, looking up at the ceiling.
The wild haired boy set to work, pulling out supplies and attending to the wound with an almost rough tenderness.
Yami Yuugi watched, somewhat caught up in Yami Bakura's actions, taking note of his almost gentle treatment of Bakura. He continued to eye Bakura as well, gauging his reactions and assuring himself that the sweeter of the two boys wasn't in any undue pain.
Yami Bakura attached the bandage that was wrapped around his former host's arm with the clasp provided and nodded, tracing a line up the arm to the boy's chest, smirking at the boy's answering murmur. "I just need a little more," he said quietly, hand tracing lower on Bakura's chest, "and I'll show you how to get what you need..."
"Demo..." Bakura protested softly, breath catching as his Yami Bakura pulled away the towel that was his only covering.
Yami Yuugi listened to their conversation, interested, yet having no idea what they were talking about. He looked away when Yami Bakura threw the towel on the ground, shifting his gaze so he was watching Yami Bakura himself.
Bakura gave a small gasp, head turning to the side as his face flushed, making the rest of his skin look almost deathly white.
"Can you feel what I'm doing?" his yami coached, voice strangely soothing.
Bakura nodded breathlessly.
"Go inside slightly, like this..."
The paler boy gave a sharp cry, arching.
"And find what you need," the harsher boy smirked as Bakura whimpered softly. "Coax it out and take it inside you. The Ring will help."
Yami Yuugi continued to watch, fighting back his reactions at the small sounds Bakura was making, still wondering what was going on. He nearly made an attempt at stopping Yami Bakura, stifling it in favor of a low growl.
There was another chuckle. "You can do it that way too," Yami Bakura answered his former host's silent question. "Don't think, just relax. I won't take much."
Bakura gave a sharp cry, arching briefly before collapsing, boneless, against the bed, breathing heavily.
Yami Bakura chuckled again, picking up the towel to wipe his hand on it before draping it over the paler boy's hips once more. He stood up and placed a small kiss on the boy's forehead before leaving the room once more.
Yami Yuugi looked questioningly at the pale boy lying on the bed. "What, what was he talking about?" He asked, rather helplessly. He turned to watch Yami Bakura's exit, eyeing them both curiously in turn.
Bakura didn't answer, seeming lost for breath.
"He can't hear that, Yadonushi," Yami Bakura called back, voice amused.
Yami Yuugi looked back at Bakura. "What does that mean?" He asked, confusion mounting as he looked more and more.
"It means he tried to talk to you the way he can talk to me," Yami Bakura smirked, returning to the door way.
Yami Yuugi turned, addressing Yami Bakura now. "And what did you just do to him?" He asked.
The harsher boy smirked. "I thought that would have been obvious, Yuugi," he almost snickered.
Yami Yuugi blinked. "No, it wasn't." He said, tone impatient. "It wasn't that obvious really."
Yami Bakura chuckled. "Virgin."
Yami Yuugi looked taken aback. "Excuse me?" He said. "That's not what I meant." He stated, huffing. "I think you knew that, too, didn't you? I meant what you were saying."
The pale spirit gave a chuckle.
"What were you telling him while... what were you saying to him?" He said, his tone pouty. "What did that mean?"
"You'll find out soon enough," Yami Bakura dismissed, turning to leave the room once more.
Yami Yuugi turned, yet again, to look at Bakura. "Will I?" He asked, confusedly.
The retreating chuckle of the spirit of the Ring was his only answer.
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AN from Fran:
Bakuraluva: He didn't like YY touching Bakura when he was still inthe body, hence his whole 'split us and you can screw him' coment. This chapter should have shown about YB's living conditions and other thigns. :)
Sailor Comet: ;p Meany. :) He's not a slut, he's just... it's complicated. :)
Anime-fan Meepa: erm... It might have been.. just assume Bakura let him go or just didn;t tighten it if we missed that. *sweatdrops*
Jargonelle: *bows deeply* Glad you like. :) I like Y/B best m;self. *smiles* Ack. Dub = bad. Get the subs if you can!
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Yami Yuugi nodded slowly. "I love you very much. More and more every day, the more I get to know you, the more I care." He said, sincerity flowing through his words, intertwining with them, making a statement of its own. "I care about you. I want to take care of you. To hold you." He finished softly.
[Inner Yami - Certainly more than that stupid bastard. *points at Yami Bakura, obviously very bitter*]
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