Warning: Mild yaoi
~Chapter 6 - Want ~
Bakura's eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. The flushing of his face had faded and he looked even paler then before.
Yami Yuugi looked worried. "Bakura? Are you okay?" He asked, moving toward the weakened boy. "What did he do to you?"
Bakura gave a tired smile, eyes opening slightly. "I'll... be fine..." he breathed. "Just... need to... recover... a bit..."
"You want to rest?" He asked, leaning over Bakura, hovering comfortingly, and possessively, over him.
The boy reached out for him weakly.
Yami Yuugi's eyes widened and he placed Bakura's arms around his neck, holding them there gently. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, leaning closer to Bakura, watching his facial expressions.
The unhealthily pale boy nodded slightly, moving to nuzzle against the shorter boy.
Yami Yuugi smiled a bit at his touch, straddling Bakura's waist and kissing his forehead gently. "If you're sure..." He said softly. "You want me to leave?" He asked.
Bakura shook his head. "I need you..." he murmured, uninjured hand sliding down Yami Yuugi's back.
Yami Yuugi shuddered under the simple touch. "Then I'll stay." He said lowly. "For you." He smiled a little and leaned forward to brush a light kiss against Bakura's lips.
The pale boy responded almost hungrily, injured hand slowly moving to caress the skin around Yami Yuugi's collar as the other ghosted it's way to caress the boy's sides.
Yami Yuugi sighed contentedly, closing his eyes and leaning into the touches, the kiss intensifying as he twined his fingers into Bakura's hair, lazily.
Bakura's hand moved lower, reaching Yami Yuugi's belt and tracing along it to the buckle. His lips parted in invitation as he tugged at the belt, trying to undo it.
Yami Yuugi hazily slid his tongue past Bakura's lips, tracing the roof of his mouth as he pulled his hand away from Bakura's hair and unbuckled the collar, letting it fall away.
Bakura made small appreciative sounds, injured hand moving to caress the newly exposed skin as his other finished undoing the shorter boy's belt and began undoing the fly of his pants.
Yami Yuugi tensed for a second, reason screaming at him from the back of his mind, before returning to reality with renewed fervor, seemingly choosing to ignore all forms of reason for now. He leaned into the other's touch more so, rotating his hips slightly against Bakura's hand.
Thin fingers slid their way under the tight fabric, gently caressing the bulge underneath before slipping around the soft cotton that covered it.
Yami Yuugi gasped audibly against Bakura's mouth, the gentle touch sending sparks through his whole body. He pulled away from Bakura's mouth, resting his head against the other boy's collarbone.
Bakura began to delicately nibble on the boy's ear, breathing softly against it as his hands continued working. A strange warmth was building on his chest in a oddly familiar shape.
Yami Yuugi panted slightly, resting his hands on either side of Bakura in order to hold himself upright, nuzzling against Bakura as he continued his pleasant torture. He barely noticed the glowing shape of the Ring, only barely aware of anything outside his current train of thought.
The paler boy's face flushed slightly and he murmured positively, stroking Yami Yuugi with a more steady hand, coaxing him.
Yami Yuugi's eyes slid shut once more and he grunted softly into Bakura's chest, his breathing heavy. He nearly collapsed then, falling so he was resting on his elbows, careful of Bakura's arm, even in his hazed state.
Bakura gave a soft exhale, gently removing his hand and wiping it on the towel, smiling, more awake now, at Yami Yuugi, cheeks flushed and skin almost rosy looking.
Yami Yuugi, on the other hand, appeared a bit ashen, sweat shining lightly on his forehead as he blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his vision. He fell lightly to Bakura's side, eyes closing.
The boy shifted to his side to cuddle the other closely. "Gomen, I think I took too much," he apologized softly, gently stroking the side of Yami Yuugi's face.
Yami Yuugi purred softly, leaning into the touch, not even having the energy to move. "What, what do you mean?" He asked, voice weak. "Is that what he was talking about?" He mumbled, a bit tiredly.
"Un," Bakura admitted softly. "Gomen. I didn't realize I wouldn't be able to control how much I took and I was so drained..." He paused a moment as if listening to something, and shook his head. "No. He's mine," he answered, eyes distant. "You said I could have him as just mine... please don't change that..."
Yami Yuugi blinked, calling upon some unknown well of energy and looking at the other boy. "Are you talking to him?" He asked, voice breathy. He turned on his side to face Bakura, face serious, but paler now.
Bakura gave a small embarrassed smile. "Un," he nodded. "Gomen. If you rest a little while, you'll feel better," he assured.
Yami Yuugi nodded, resting his head on Bakura's shoulder and curling up, a bit catlike. Bakura's words apparently soothed any of his fears as he sighed and closed his eyes. "All right."
Bakura smiled softly, gently stroking the boy's back. He froze a moment, looking up as his mirror appeared in the doorway and hugged Yami Yuugi closer to him. "You said he'd be mine..." he protested.
Yami Bakura smirked, replying silently.
Bakura paled slightly. "But-- but I---" He looked from his yami to the shorter boy in his arms, seeming torn.
Yami Yuugi didn't move, simply laying on the bed, listening as best he could, his thoughts derailing quickly.
"But wouldn't that hurt him...?" Bakura asked timidly. "But I just--!" He looked up as his yami as he walked closer, shivering slightly as the harsher boy traced a line down his cheek to his neck. "Please..." he begged softy, hugging Yami Yuugi closer.
Yami Yuugi cracked one eye open to watch Yami Bakura, still breathing a little heavily. He remained still, waiting for some kind of signal. As if he wanted a good reason to react, a better one than he was being presented with.
Bakura gave a soft whimper, eyes closing as his yami traced pale lines down his chest with the backs of his nails. "But I don't want to hurt him," the paler boy protested trying to strengthen his grip on Yami Yuugi . "Please, I already too--aaaaa!" he gave a soft cry, face flushing slightly. "No, please...." he whimpered again.
Yami Yuugi's eyes shook open and in one smooth movement his hand was wrapped around Yami no Bakura's neck. "Whatever it is that you're doing, stop it." He growled, his tone dangerous.
The spirit chuckled. "Or you'll do what?" he asked with humor.
Yami Yuugi snarled, fingers tightening around the dark boy's neck. "Don't test me." He said lowly. "It's obvious he doesn't like whatever you're doing, so stop."
Yami Bakura pointed to where his former host was whimpering softly, the pale skin of his neck starting to show the finger shaped bruises that Yami Yuugi was inflicting on his darker half.
Yami Yuugi gasped, releasing his grip on the dark one, turning to Bakura. "Bakura, I'm sorry." He said, lightly shoving Yami Bakura away and turning to face Bakura, hands tracing gently over the bruises. "I'm so sorry." He said, caressing the pale skin.
The boy gave a small shaky smile, mumbling slightly at the touch.
Yami Bakura chuckled, looking amused.
"Will you please stop laughing?" Yami Yuugi said, words mirroring patience, tone otherwise. It was obvious he was irritated, actually, grumpy might have been a better choice of words. "You could try explaining what's going on..." He muttered, brow furrowed.
"You hurt me, you hurt him," Yami Bakura said simply with a smirk.
"I know that." Yami Yuugi said shortly, idly tracing the bruises on Bakura's neck, touch feather light. "What were you two talking about?" He restated. "It's becoming rather annoying not knowing."
Bakura gave a soft sigh, melting at the touch.
Yami Bakura chuckled again. "You are slow, aren't you," he taunted.
Yami Yuugi sighed. "Let's assume for a second that I am slow." He said, caressing Bakura's neck, hands ghosting over his jaw line, up his cheeks, all while he talked to Yami Bakura. He leaned over for a second, mouth right next to Bakura's ear. "Just assume I have no idea what's going on." He said softly, nuzzling against Bakura lightly.
The pale boy gave incoherent murmurs, expression content as he returned the nuzzling.
"He drained you of your energy when he jacked you off," Yami Bakura said bluntly.
Yami Yuugi nodded slowly against Bakura's neck. "I know that. You don't have to be so blunt." He trailed his lips over the exposed skin affectionately. "I meant what the two of you were talking about just now." He paused. "About me."
Yami Bakura chuckled. "Always wanting to know everything," he smirked. "We were just discussing what to do with you now that your energy was taken from you."
Yami Yuugi sighed breathily. "Don't assume." He said. "Don't assume that I'm completely helpless now." He added, leaning up to capture Bakura's lips for a brief second, fingers trailing lightly over his forearms now. "And what did you come up with?" He asked sarcastically.
The paler boy gave a blissful sigh, snuggling closer to Yami Yuugi , eye closing.
Yami Bakura chuckled again. "If it weren't for the fact that he wants you as his toy, you would not be saying that now."
"I have faith to believe otherwise." Yami Yuugi said, tone faltering in the slightest as he continued to lavish attention on Bakura, his touches gentle and unassuming. "I could say something equally true about you... but I don't want to hurt Bakura." He said, his tone implying.
"You can't hurt me with out hurting him, and as he has you wrapped fully around his finger, I doubt you'll try again."
"No." Yami Yuugi said. "I won't." He closed his eyes, taking Bakura's chin in his hand and kissing him softly.
Instants later there was a cold presence at the side of his neck, pressing lightly into the skin to cause slight blood flow. "You've let your guard down yet again, Yuugi..." Yami Bakura near purred darkly near the boy's ear.
Yami Yuugi paused for a second, gaze flicking up to Yami Bakura for a second. "I've done nothing of the sort." He said, ignoring the knife for a second and looking at Bakura, gentleness unperceivable in his eyes, compared to the cold look he gave Yami Bakura when he turned away. "Here's a simple question. I'm sure even you can answer." He said, leaning back. "What do you want with me?"
Yami Bakura chuckled darkly. "I want everything you have, and to see you broken and bloodied," he near hissed, pressing on the knife a bit harder, deepening the cut.
Yami Yuugi released Bakura, reaching up and covering Yami Bakura's hand with his on the knife. "Sadly, you'll never be able to see such a sight." He said coldly, pushing the other's hand away from his. "And what is it I have that you want?" He asked, staring into Yami Bakura's eyes.
The harsh brown eyes were narrow. "Power," he answered simply before licking the small amount of Yami Yuugi's blood off the knife and giving an almost hungry smirk.
Bakura looked at the pair, trembling slightly, almost clutching the towel to himself.
Yami Yuugi gave him an even look, watching the pale pink tongue dart out and then stain red. "What power do I have?" He said, amused. "I thought I lost it all a long time ago..." He looked at Bakura from the corner of his eye. "I must have some left though, you keep coming after it." His fingers threaded through the chain around his neck.
Yami Bakura gave a snort. "Yes because the Item you have is so powerless," he mocked.
Yami Yuugi nodded slowly. "And you intend to get that power how? From him, maybe?" He asked, looking at Bakura. "You intend to use him to get my power?"
"If I need to. It's been working well so far," the boy smirked as Bakura looked back and forth between the spirits.
"You'd use him that way? So heartlessly?" He asked, desperation building in his voice. He paused and then said slowly, "Wouldn't it be better to get it straight from the source?"
Yami Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Nan datou?" he questioned, voice suspicious. [Trans: What did you say? (more or less)]
Yami Yuugi took a deep breath and repeated himself. "I said, wouldn't it be easier to go straight to the source of all this energy you want."
The wild haired boy looked at Yami Yuugi critically before giving a small chuckle. "Do you realize what you're offering?" he asked with a dangerous smirk.
Yami Yuugi nodded slowly. "Of course I do. I wouldn't offer it otherwise." He said, gaze even and his voice strong.
Bakura's eyes went wide. "Yuugi-sa--"
"Stay out of this, Yadonushi!" Yami Bakura near snapped at the boy, not looking away from Yami Yuugi . "If he wants to play martyr, that's his decision..."
Yami Yuugi looked at Bakura for a second, smiling slightly. Then he turned back to Yami Bakura, eyeing him almost warily, as if expecting him to make the first move. He absently reached up to brush at the cut on his neck, wincing slightly.
Yami Bakura's eyes went to the bright red mark almost hungrily. "You realize I won't be as... gentle... as my host..." he said in a voice that was almost a purr as he played with his knife.
Yami Yuugi nodded, his eyes devoid of fear - showing only rebellion and determination. "You couldn't, even if you tried." He spat, his voice a mere hiss.
Yami Bakura chuckled again. "Yadonushi," he addressed his former host, eyes not leaving the smaller boy before him. "Get the ropes."
Bakura's eyes went wide and he trembled slightly. "R--r--ro--"
"Just DO IT!" the harsher boy snapped, making Bakura jump slightly and almost skitter out of the room.
Yami Yuugi stood perfectly still, watching the two in front of him, but not moving. He was still a bit pale, but he refused to show weakness of any kind - not to Yami Bakura. Never to him.
Bakura timidly reentered the room with a length of rope, trembling slightly.
"Now... tie him to the bed," his yami instructed with a nod.
Bakura paled, hands tensing around the rope as he stood frozen.
Yami Yuugi looked at him, expression softening. He didn't move, but his look spoke for him. 'I'm doing this to protect you.' It said. 'I'm doing this because I love you.' After a second, he turned to face Yami Bakura again, still stoic in the face of the darker spirit. Then, he slowly made his way to the bed again, laying down once more and looking up at the ceiling, expression vague.
Bakura's trembling grew worse and he dropped the rope. "No..." he whispered, curling into himself slightly.
His darker half looked irked. "I SAID tie him," he snapped angrily.
The paler boy shook his head almost violently, dropping to his knees and hugging himself.
Yami Bakura sighed, walking over to the boy and kneeling before him. "Ryou..." he said firmly.
The boy looked up, eyes wide at the use of his given name.
The harsher boy gave a small smile, reaching out to gently caress his former host's cheek. "Don't you want to help me get what I want...?" he asked, voice uncharacteristically soft.
Bakura nodded slightly. "De--demo..." He looked over at Yami Yuugi, eyes pained.
Yami Yuugi nodded slightly, torn. On one hand, Yami Bakura was using his body to get what he wanted. On the other... he was using his mind. He mentally berated himself. He'd gotten himself into this - and Bakura would not be responsible for getting him out. His brow furrowed and he nodded again, firmer this time.
"You said he'd be mine..." Bakura said softly. "Please.... I took almost everything he had, please..."
Yami Bakura scowled.
Yami Yuugi watched the two interacting, almost curiously.
After a moment of silent conversation, Yami Bakura scowled darkly and grabbed the rope, getting to his feet and stalking over to the bed.
"No!" Bakura cried, grabbing hold of his yami's shirt and near clinging to him desperately. "Please..."
The wild haired boy sighed with a scowl. "Fine," he said flatly.
Bakura gave a relieved sigh, smiling.
Yami Bakura muttered darkly under his breath, dropping the rope and near stalking to the side of the bed and grabbing Yami Yuugi's wrist and pulling out his knife.
Yami Yuugi looked at the spirit confusedly, relief somewhat playing itself over his features, along with new worry.
With a strange gentleness, Yami Bakura cut a small mark on the boy's wrist before bringing it to his lips and sucking viciously.
Yami Yuugi watched the spirit suck on his skin, feeling energy leave him slowly. He closed his eyes after a moment, leaning against the bed.
There was a harsh sensation as the boy bit him deeply, then licked the wound before pulling away.
Yami Yuugi pulled his injured hand away a bit weakly, eyeing the spirit. "So, how was it for you?" He asked sarcastically.
The boy scowled. "I would have rather fucked you 'til you screamed," he said bluntly before turning and leaving the room, entire manner irritated.
"Yuugi-san..." Bakura said hesitantly, kneeling next to the bed, eyes worried.
Yami Yuugi looked at Bakura. "Yes?" He asked a bit worried, his eyes half lidded as he struggled a bit to sit up. "Are you okay?" He asked, the words leaving his mouth in a halting tone.
The paler boy hurried to support him. "I'm fine," he assured. "Yuugi-san... why did you do that? He would have-- would have..." He tensed, unable to say the words.
Yami Yuugi looked at Bakura. "Because. I wanted to protect you." He said lowly. "I don't care about what he would have done. As long as he wasn't hurting you anymore."
"He doesn't hurt me," Bakura insisted, eyes watering slightly. "Except when he hurts you. He would have killed you!" he exclaimed, voice emotional.
Yami Yuugi looked taken aback. "But he shouldn't use you like that. It does hurt me just a little to think that the reason you... that it was because of him." He said, sighing. "I don't care what he would have done to me."
"I would have cared..." Bakura said, voice insistent as he took Yami Yuugi's hand and held it close.
Yami Yuugi sighed. "I'm sorry I worried you." He said, remorseful. "But if I can help in any way... I want to try my best to keep you safe." He continued, clutching Bakura's hand in his. "I made a mistake. I'm sorry."
"I don't want you getting hurt because of me," Bakura said softly, bringing the boy's hand to his cheek and leaning on it, eyes watering. "I was so afraid of what he was going to do to you..." he whimpered, voice cracking. "So afraid I was going to lose you..."
Yami Yuugi wrapped his free arm around Bakura comfortingly. "I'm sorry to worry you... I really am. I didn't mean to." He looked torn still. "I'm sorry you had to worry for me. I am glad... that you care..." He said softly.
Bakura melted into the embrace, crying softly.
Yami Yuugi sighed, holding Bakura close. "It seems... that no matter what we do... there's always something, or someone, against us." He said absently, stroking Bakura's hair.
"Boku no sei, yo..." Bakura sniffled pathetically. "I shouldn't have come back here, gomen nasai.."
Yami Yuugi looked sad. "I shouldn't have come with you. I only caused more trouble for you." He looked mournful, reaching up to wipe away one of Bakura's tears. "You shouldn't have to cry, for any reason."
"Will you be okay...?" Bakura asked softly. "I'm sure he'd let me take you home..."
Yami Yuugi shook his head. "I'll be fine." He said. "When I go home, I should go home alone." He said. "Maybe..." He trailed off, sounding weaker now. His eyes slid shut.
"Yuugi-san...?!" Bakura's voice panicked slightly.
A low moan was heard and after a second, his eyes opened again, now violet and wide. "Bakura-kun?" Yuugi asked, sounding rather confused. "What's going on?" He blinked, struggling for a second to sit up, then apparently giving up his quest, lying against Bakura again.
"Yuu-- Yuugi-kun...?!" Bakura held the boy closely, panicking internally.
Yuugi smiled weakly and nodded, subconsciously curling up next to the other boy, stifling a yawn.
"Yuugi-kun, why did you switch? Is Yuugi-san okay?" Bakura worried. "How much were you aware of what happened...?" he asked, worry increasing.
Yuugi blinked, as if the memories were returning to him. "Not much... are you all right? He seemed to be very worried about you... scared too." He closed his eyes. "He's tired. But he's okay." He finished, opening his eyes again after a second.
"I'm fine," Bakura smiled, trying to be reassuring. "Ne, Yuugi-kun, I'm going to get dressed, just rest a moment and then we'll go back to your house, okay?"
Yuugi smiled. "Okay." He said softly, resting on the bed, curled into a tiny ball. He murmured something under his breath and closed his eyes.
Bakura gave a small smile, kissing the boy on the forehead gently before getting up and quickly locating his clothing and getting dressed. Nervously smoothing down his shirt a moment, he knelt down next to the bed. "Yuugi-kun?" he called the boy's name gently, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying hard not to look over his shoulder at the doorway.
Yuugi opened his eyes slowly, blinking some more. "Yes, Bakura-kun?" His movements were slow, sluggish as he tried to sit up.
"I'm going to take you home now, okay?" the paler boy smiled, helping the smaller boy to his feet. "You can lean on me."
Yuugi nodded. "Okay, Bakura-kun." He said, yawning cutely. "Thank you." Standing shakily he leaned against Bakura as lightly as he possibly could.
Bakura winced and shifted so the boy was leaning against his right arm instead of his left before giving a small reassuring smile as they existed the room.
"Going somewhere, Yadonushi?" came an amused voice.
Bakura froze.
Yuugi looked up slightly as well, fear in his eyes. "B-Bakura-kun?" He whispered.
The paler boy gave a smile before turning to his yami. "I'm taking him home," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
The harsher boy gave a chuckle. "Don't you think he should rest here?"
Bakura tensed slightly. "I'm taking him home," he repeated, voice resolute.
Yami Bakura smiled in amusement, looking at his former host almost fondly. "Put your toy away then," he said dismissive before turning and heading for the game room.
Yuugi sighed somewhat in relief as Yami Bakura walked away, swaying slightly. He looked at Bakura for a second, still leaning against him dependently.
Bakura echoed the smaller boy's sigh before giving him a small reassuring smile and continuing to the entry.
They exited the apartment building with little effort, making their way along the street rather slowly. A while later they made it back to Yuugi's house, shuffling upstairs to Yuugi's room, out of sight of his grandfather. For the moment. Yuugi turned tired eyes on Bakura. "Thank you Bakura-kun." He said softly. "I'm sorry to trouble you. What happened there anyway?" He turned curious eyes to Bakura's, concern showing in his expression. "Mou hitori no boku seemed very afraid of something..."
Bakura hesitated a moment. "The-- the Ring tried to... take advantage of things," he finally said. "It was my fault..."
Yuugi's eyes widened. "But you're okay, right?" He said, worried, running anxious hands over Bakura. "You aren't hurt? He said he was okay... I rather doubt it, but he wouldn't tell me if he were dying..." Yuugi rattled off quickly, sitting down on his bed.
Bakura nodded with a smile. "I'm fine," he assured. "How's your wrist...?" he asked, concerned.
Yuugi looked down at his hand, noticing the cut and bruise surrounding it. "It doesn't hurt, really." As if to prove him wrong, the wound began to throb painfully, causing him to wince. "Okay, maybe a little bit." He amended.
Bakura took the boy's wrist gently, looking at the cut. With a small smile, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it softly. "Any better?" he asked with an almost impish smile.
Yuugi smiled himself. "It's getting there." He said, tilting his head to one side.
Bakura gave a soft laugh, blushing slightly. "Maybe I should kiss it again?"
"Maybe you should." Yuugi breathed, leaning forward a bit. "Me, maybe you should kiss me."
Bakura blushed slightly again, but nodded, leaning forward to gently kiss the other boy.
Yuugi leaned into the kiss, falling toward Bakura slowly, sliding off of the bed and into his arms. After a second he pulled away. "It's been a long day." He said absently. "You must be tired."
"Mmm," Bakura nodded. "A little. It's been a long day for both of you as well," he said.
Yuugi nodded. "I feel so tired..." He said, resting against Bakura's chest. "So tired..." He yawned.
Bakura smiled softly, gently stroking the boy's back. "So rest," he said gently, resting his cheek on Yuugi's hair.
Yuugi nodded, eyes slipping shut as he drifted off to sleep... exhaustion taking over for him as he rested against Bakura completely.
The paler boy held him closely a long moment before carefully getting to his feet and half carrying, half dragging the boy into bed. He smiled softly, brushing the smaller boy's bangs from his face. "Gomen nasai..." he said softly. He covered the boy with his blanket and kissed his forehead before exiting the room.
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"Where is Bakura?" He asked, forcing a median of politeness into his tone, uncrossing his arms, and leaning back on one foot, watching Yami Bakura carefully.
"Find him yourself," Yami Bakura said with a dismissive gesture, still smirking, looking incredibly self satisfied.
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"Admit it, you thought of taking him when you saw him like that," Yami Bakura gloated. "Don't tell me you haven't thought of it... of how he would look, the sounds he would make, how his voice would beg for you to---"
Yami Yuugi interrupted the other's tirade. "Stop! That's not true." He said, eyes narrowing. "It isn't." He affirmed. 'I'm not like you....'
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"I can't stop him from hearing what I try to hide..." Bakura said softly, leaning his cheek against the other boy's chest. "And I can't deny him anything... When I'm in his arms, it's like I forget everything... and I hurt you..."
"Please don't leave me..."
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AN from Fran: Name change! Name's almost a pun, but hey. :) and started nameing chapters after songs.
Bakuraluva: *chuckles* Just keeeeeeeeep reading. ;)
Dawnshadow: Good point on the name ness. *nods*
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~Chapter 6 - Want ~
Bakura's eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. The flushing of his face had faded and he looked even paler then before.
Yami Yuugi looked worried. "Bakura? Are you okay?" He asked, moving toward the weakened boy. "What did he do to you?"
Bakura gave a tired smile, eyes opening slightly. "I'll... be fine..." he breathed. "Just... need to... recover... a bit..."
"You want to rest?" He asked, leaning over Bakura, hovering comfortingly, and possessively, over him.
The boy reached out for him weakly.
Yami Yuugi's eyes widened and he placed Bakura's arms around his neck, holding them there gently. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, leaning closer to Bakura, watching his facial expressions.
The unhealthily pale boy nodded slightly, moving to nuzzle against the shorter boy.
Yami Yuugi smiled a bit at his touch, straddling Bakura's waist and kissing his forehead gently. "If you're sure..." He said softly. "You want me to leave?" He asked.
Bakura shook his head. "I need you..." he murmured, uninjured hand sliding down Yami Yuugi's back.
Yami Yuugi shuddered under the simple touch. "Then I'll stay." He said lowly. "For you." He smiled a little and leaned forward to brush a light kiss against Bakura's lips.
The pale boy responded almost hungrily, injured hand slowly moving to caress the skin around Yami Yuugi's collar as the other ghosted it's way to caress the boy's sides.
Yami Yuugi sighed contentedly, closing his eyes and leaning into the touches, the kiss intensifying as he twined his fingers into Bakura's hair, lazily.
Bakura's hand moved lower, reaching Yami Yuugi's belt and tracing along it to the buckle. His lips parted in invitation as he tugged at the belt, trying to undo it.
Yami Yuugi hazily slid his tongue past Bakura's lips, tracing the roof of his mouth as he pulled his hand away from Bakura's hair and unbuckled the collar, letting it fall away.
Bakura made small appreciative sounds, injured hand moving to caress the newly exposed skin as his other finished undoing the shorter boy's belt and began undoing the fly of his pants.
Yami Yuugi tensed for a second, reason screaming at him from the back of his mind, before returning to reality with renewed fervor, seemingly choosing to ignore all forms of reason for now. He leaned into the other's touch more so, rotating his hips slightly against Bakura's hand.
Thin fingers slid their way under the tight fabric, gently caressing the bulge underneath before slipping around the soft cotton that covered it.
Yami Yuugi gasped audibly against Bakura's mouth, the gentle touch sending sparks through his whole body. He pulled away from Bakura's mouth, resting his head against the other boy's collarbone.
Bakura began to delicately nibble on the boy's ear, breathing softly against it as his hands continued working. A strange warmth was building on his chest in a oddly familiar shape.
Yami Yuugi panted slightly, resting his hands on either side of Bakura in order to hold himself upright, nuzzling against Bakura as he continued his pleasant torture. He barely noticed the glowing shape of the Ring, only barely aware of anything outside his current train of thought.
The paler boy's face flushed slightly and he murmured positively, stroking Yami Yuugi with a more steady hand, coaxing him.
Yami Yuugi's eyes slid shut once more and he grunted softly into Bakura's chest, his breathing heavy. He nearly collapsed then, falling so he was resting on his elbows, careful of Bakura's arm, even in his hazed state.
Bakura gave a soft exhale, gently removing his hand and wiping it on the towel, smiling, more awake now, at Yami Yuugi, cheeks flushed and skin almost rosy looking.
Yami Yuugi, on the other hand, appeared a bit ashen, sweat shining lightly on his forehead as he blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his vision. He fell lightly to Bakura's side, eyes closing.
The boy shifted to his side to cuddle the other closely. "Gomen, I think I took too much," he apologized softly, gently stroking the side of Yami Yuugi's face.
Yami Yuugi purred softly, leaning into the touch, not even having the energy to move. "What, what do you mean?" He asked, voice weak. "Is that what he was talking about?" He mumbled, a bit tiredly.
"Un," Bakura admitted softly. "Gomen. I didn't realize I wouldn't be able to control how much I took and I was so drained..." He paused a moment as if listening to something, and shook his head. "No. He's mine," he answered, eyes distant. "You said I could have him as just mine... please don't change that..."
Yami Yuugi blinked, calling upon some unknown well of energy and looking at the other boy. "Are you talking to him?" He asked, voice breathy. He turned on his side to face Bakura, face serious, but paler now.
Bakura gave a small embarrassed smile. "Un," he nodded. "Gomen. If you rest a little while, you'll feel better," he assured.
Yami Yuugi nodded, resting his head on Bakura's shoulder and curling up, a bit catlike. Bakura's words apparently soothed any of his fears as he sighed and closed his eyes. "All right."
Bakura smiled softly, gently stroking the boy's back. He froze a moment, looking up as his mirror appeared in the doorway and hugged Yami Yuugi closer to him. "You said he'd be mine..." he protested.
Yami Bakura smirked, replying silently.
Bakura paled slightly. "But-- but I---" He looked from his yami to the shorter boy in his arms, seeming torn.
Yami Yuugi didn't move, simply laying on the bed, listening as best he could, his thoughts derailing quickly.
"But wouldn't that hurt him...?" Bakura asked timidly. "But I just--!" He looked up as his yami as he walked closer, shivering slightly as the harsher boy traced a line down his cheek to his neck. "Please..." he begged softy, hugging Yami Yuugi closer.
Yami Yuugi cracked one eye open to watch Yami Bakura, still breathing a little heavily. He remained still, waiting for some kind of signal. As if he wanted a good reason to react, a better one than he was being presented with.
Bakura gave a soft whimper, eyes closing as his yami traced pale lines down his chest with the backs of his nails. "But I don't want to hurt him," the paler boy protested trying to strengthen his grip on Yami Yuugi . "Please, I already too--aaaaa!" he gave a soft cry, face flushing slightly. "No, please...." he whimpered again.
Yami Yuugi's eyes shook open and in one smooth movement his hand was wrapped around Yami no Bakura's neck. "Whatever it is that you're doing, stop it." He growled, his tone dangerous.
The spirit chuckled. "Or you'll do what?" he asked with humor.
Yami Yuugi snarled, fingers tightening around the dark boy's neck. "Don't test me." He said lowly. "It's obvious he doesn't like whatever you're doing, so stop."
Yami Bakura pointed to where his former host was whimpering softly, the pale skin of his neck starting to show the finger shaped bruises that Yami Yuugi was inflicting on his darker half.
Yami Yuugi gasped, releasing his grip on the dark one, turning to Bakura. "Bakura, I'm sorry." He said, lightly shoving Yami Bakura away and turning to face Bakura, hands tracing gently over the bruises. "I'm so sorry." He said, caressing the pale skin.
The boy gave a small shaky smile, mumbling slightly at the touch.
Yami Bakura chuckled, looking amused.
"Will you please stop laughing?" Yami Yuugi said, words mirroring patience, tone otherwise. It was obvious he was irritated, actually, grumpy might have been a better choice of words. "You could try explaining what's going on..." He muttered, brow furrowed.
"You hurt me, you hurt him," Yami Bakura said simply with a smirk.
"I know that." Yami Yuugi said shortly, idly tracing the bruises on Bakura's neck, touch feather light. "What were you two talking about?" He restated. "It's becoming rather annoying not knowing."
Bakura gave a soft sigh, melting at the touch.
Yami Bakura chuckled again. "You are slow, aren't you," he taunted.
Yami Yuugi sighed. "Let's assume for a second that I am slow." He said, caressing Bakura's neck, hands ghosting over his jaw line, up his cheeks, all while he talked to Yami Bakura. He leaned over for a second, mouth right next to Bakura's ear. "Just assume I have no idea what's going on." He said softly, nuzzling against Bakura lightly.
The pale boy gave incoherent murmurs, expression content as he returned the nuzzling.
"He drained you of your energy when he jacked you off," Yami Bakura said bluntly.
Yami Yuugi nodded slowly against Bakura's neck. "I know that. You don't have to be so blunt." He trailed his lips over the exposed skin affectionately. "I meant what the two of you were talking about just now." He paused. "About me."
Yami Bakura chuckled. "Always wanting to know everything," he smirked. "We were just discussing what to do with you now that your energy was taken from you."
Yami Yuugi sighed breathily. "Don't assume." He said. "Don't assume that I'm completely helpless now." He added, leaning up to capture Bakura's lips for a brief second, fingers trailing lightly over his forearms now. "And what did you come up with?" He asked sarcastically.
The paler boy gave a blissful sigh, snuggling closer to Yami Yuugi , eye closing.
Yami Bakura chuckled again. "If it weren't for the fact that he wants you as his toy, you would not be saying that now."
"I have faith to believe otherwise." Yami Yuugi said, tone faltering in the slightest as he continued to lavish attention on Bakura, his touches gentle and unassuming. "I could say something equally true about you... but I don't want to hurt Bakura." He said, his tone implying.
"You can't hurt me with out hurting him, and as he has you wrapped fully around his finger, I doubt you'll try again."
"No." Yami Yuugi said. "I won't." He closed his eyes, taking Bakura's chin in his hand and kissing him softly.
Instants later there was a cold presence at the side of his neck, pressing lightly into the skin to cause slight blood flow. "You've let your guard down yet again, Yuugi..." Yami Bakura near purred darkly near the boy's ear.
Yami Yuugi paused for a second, gaze flicking up to Yami Bakura for a second. "I've done nothing of the sort." He said, ignoring the knife for a second and looking at Bakura, gentleness unperceivable in his eyes, compared to the cold look he gave Yami Bakura when he turned away. "Here's a simple question. I'm sure even you can answer." He said, leaning back. "What do you want with me?"
Yami Bakura chuckled darkly. "I want everything you have, and to see you broken and bloodied," he near hissed, pressing on the knife a bit harder, deepening the cut.
Yami Yuugi released Bakura, reaching up and covering Yami Bakura's hand with his on the knife. "Sadly, you'll never be able to see such a sight." He said coldly, pushing the other's hand away from his. "And what is it I have that you want?" He asked, staring into Yami Bakura's eyes.
The harsh brown eyes were narrow. "Power," he answered simply before licking the small amount of Yami Yuugi's blood off the knife and giving an almost hungry smirk.
Bakura looked at the pair, trembling slightly, almost clutching the towel to himself.
Yami Yuugi gave him an even look, watching the pale pink tongue dart out and then stain red. "What power do I have?" He said, amused. "I thought I lost it all a long time ago..." He looked at Bakura from the corner of his eye. "I must have some left though, you keep coming after it." His fingers threaded through the chain around his neck.
Yami Bakura gave a snort. "Yes because the Item you have is so powerless," he mocked.
Yami Yuugi nodded slowly. "And you intend to get that power how? From him, maybe?" He asked, looking at Bakura. "You intend to use him to get my power?"
"If I need to. It's been working well so far," the boy smirked as Bakura looked back and forth between the spirits.
"You'd use him that way? So heartlessly?" He asked, desperation building in his voice. He paused and then said slowly, "Wouldn't it be better to get it straight from the source?"
Yami Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Nan datou?" he questioned, voice suspicious. [Trans: What did you say? (more or less)]
Yami Yuugi took a deep breath and repeated himself. "I said, wouldn't it be easier to go straight to the source of all this energy you want."
The wild haired boy looked at Yami Yuugi critically before giving a small chuckle. "Do you realize what you're offering?" he asked with a dangerous smirk.
Yami Yuugi nodded slowly. "Of course I do. I wouldn't offer it otherwise." He said, gaze even and his voice strong.
Bakura's eyes went wide. "Yuugi-sa--"
"Stay out of this, Yadonushi!" Yami Bakura near snapped at the boy, not looking away from Yami Yuugi . "If he wants to play martyr, that's his decision..."
Yami Yuugi looked at Bakura for a second, smiling slightly. Then he turned back to Yami Bakura, eyeing him almost warily, as if expecting him to make the first move. He absently reached up to brush at the cut on his neck, wincing slightly.
Yami Bakura's eyes went to the bright red mark almost hungrily. "You realize I won't be as... gentle... as my host..." he said in a voice that was almost a purr as he played with his knife.
Yami Yuugi nodded, his eyes devoid of fear - showing only rebellion and determination. "You couldn't, even if you tried." He spat, his voice a mere hiss.
Yami Bakura chuckled again. "Yadonushi," he addressed his former host, eyes not leaving the smaller boy before him. "Get the ropes."
Bakura's eyes went wide and he trembled slightly. "R--r--ro--"
"Just DO IT!" the harsher boy snapped, making Bakura jump slightly and almost skitter out of the room.
Yami Yuugi stood perfectly still, watching the two in front of him, but not moving. He was still a bit pale, but he refused to show weakness of any kind - not to Yami Bakura. Never to him.
Bakura timidly reentered the room with a length of rope, trembling slightly.
"Now... tie him to the bed," his yami instructed with a nod.
Bakura paled, hands tensing around the rope as he stood frozen.
Yami Yuugi looked at him, expression softening. He didn't move, but his look spoke for him. 'I'm doing this to protect you.' It said. 'I'm doing this because I love you.' After a second, he turned to face Yami Bakura again, still stoic in the face of the darker spirit. Then, he slowly made his way to the bed again, laying down once more and looking up at the ceiling, expression vague.
Bakura's trembling grew worse and he dropped the rope. "No..." he whispered, curling into himself slightly.
His darker half looked irked. "I SAID tie him," he snapped angrily.
The paler boy shook his head almost violently, dropping to his knees and hugging himself.
Yami Bakura sighed, walking over to the boy and kneeling before him. "Ryou..." he said firmly.
The boy looked up, eyes wide at the use of his given name.
The harsher boy gave a small smile, reaching out to gently caress his former host's cheek. "Don't you want to help me get what I want...?" he asked, voice uncharacteristically soft.
Bakura nodded slightly. "De--demo..." He looked over at Yami Yuugi, eyes pained.
Yami Yuugi nodded slightly, torn. On one hand, Yami Bakura was using his body to get what he wanted. On the other... he was using his mind. He mentally berated himself. He'd gotten himself into this - and Bakura would not be responsible for getting him out. His brow furrowed and he nodded again, firmer this time.
"You said he'd be mine..." Bakura said softly. "Please.... I took almost everything he had, please..."
Yami Bakura scowled.
Yami Yuugi watched the two interacting, almost curiously.
After a moment of silent conversation, Yami Bakura scowled darkly and grabbed the rope, getting to his feet and stalking over to the bed.
"No!" Bakura cried, grabbing hold of his yami's shirt and near clinging to him desperately. "Please..."
The wild haired boy sighed with a scowl. "Fine," he said flatly.
Bakura gave a relieved sigh, smiling.
Yami Bakura muttered darkly under his breath, dropping the rope and near stalking to the side of the bed and grabbing Yami Yuugi's wrist and pulling out his knife.
Yami Yuugi looked at the spirit confusedly, relief somewhat playing itself over his features, along with new worry.
With a strange gentleness, Yami Bakura cut a small mark on the boy's wrist before bringing it to his lips and sucking viciously.
Yami Yuugi watched the spirit suck on his skin, feeling energy leave him slowly. He closed his eyes after a moment, leaning against the bed.
There was a harsh sensation as the boy bit him deeply, then licked the wound before pulling away.
Yami Yuugi pulled his injured hand away a bit weakly, eyeing the spirit. "So, how was it for you?" He asked sarcastically.
The boy scowled. "I would have rather fucked you 'til you screamed," he said bluntly before turning and leaving the room, entire manner irritated.
"Yuugi-san..." Bakura said hesitantly, kneeling next to the bed, eyes worried.
Yami Yuugi looked at Bakura. "Yes?" He asked a bit worried, his eyes half lidded as he struggled a bit to sit up. "Are you okay?" He asked, the words leaving his mouth in a halting tone.
The paler boy hurried to support him. "I'm fine," he assured. "Yuugi-san... why did you do that? He would have-- would have..." He tensed, unable to say the words.
Yami Yuugi looked at Bakura. "Because. I wanted to protect you." He said lowly. "I don't care about what he would have done. As long as he wasn't hurting you anymore."
"He doesn't hurt me," Bakura insisted, eyes watering slightly. "Except when he hurts you. He would have killed you!" he exclaimed, voice emotional.
Yami Yuugi looked taken aback. "But he shouldn't use you like that. It does hurt me just a little to think that the reason you... that it was because of him." He said, sighing. "I don't care what he would have done to me."
"I would have cared..." Bakura said, voice insistent as he took Yami Yuugi's hand and held it close.
Yami Yuugi sighed. "I'm sorry I worried you." He said, remorseful. "But if I can help in any way... I want to try my best to keep you safe." He continued, clutching Bakura's hand in his. "I made a mistake. I'm sorry."
"I don't want you getting hurt because of me," Bakura said softly, bringing the boy's hand to his cheek and leaning on it, eyes watering. "I was so afraid of what he was going to do to you..." he whimpered, voice cracking. "So afraid I was going to lose you..."
Yami Yuugi wrapped his free arm around Bakura comfortingly. "I'm sorry to worry you... I really am. I didn't mean to." He looked torn still. "I'm sorry you had to worry for me. I am glad... that you care..." He said softly.
Bakura melted into the embrace, crying softly.
Yami Yuugi sighed, holding Bakura close. "It seems... that no matter what we do... there's always something, or someone, against us." He said absently, stroking Bakura's hair.
"Boku no sei, yo..." Bakura sniffled pathetically. "I shouldn't have come back here, gomen nasai.."
Yami Yuugi looked sad. "I shouldn't have come with you. I only caused more trouble for you." He looked mournful, reaching up to wipe away one of Bakura's tears. "You shouldn't have to cry, for any reason."
"Will you be okay...?" Bakura asked softly. "I'm sure he'd let me take you home..."
Yami Yuugi shook his head. "I'll be fine." He said. "When I go home, I should go home alone." He said. "Maybe..." He trailed off, sounding weaker now. His eyes slid shut.
"Yuugi-san...?!" Bakura's voice panicked slightly.
A low moan was heard and after a second, his eyes opened again, now violet and wide. "Bakura-kun?" Yuugi asked, sounding rather confused. "What's going on?" He blinked, struggling for a second to sit up, then apparently giving up his quest, lying against Bakura again.
"Yuu-- Yuugi-kun...?!" Bakura held the boy closely, panicking internally.
Yuugi smiled weakly and nodded, subconsciously curling up next to the other boy, stifling a yawn.
"Yuugi-kun, why did you switch? Is Yuugi-san okay?" Bakura worried. "How much were you aware of what happened...?" he asked, worry increasing.
Yuugi blinked, as if the memories were returning to him. "Not much... are you all right? He seemed to be very worried about you... scared too." He closed his eyes. "He's tired. But he's okay." He finished, opening his eyes again after a second.
"I'm fine," Bakura smiled, trying to be reassuring. "Ne, Yuugi-kun, I'm going to get dressed, just rest a moment and then we'll go back to your house, okay?"
Yuugi smiled. "Okay." He said softly, resting on the bed, curled into a tiny ball. He murmured something under his breath and closed his eyes.
Bakura gave a small smile, kissing the boy on the forehead gently before getting up and quickly locating his clothing and getting dressed. Nervously smoothing down his shirt a moment, he knelt down next to the bed. "Yuugi-kun?" he called the boy's name gently, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying hard not to look over his shoulder at the doorway.
Yuugi opened his eyes slowly, blinking some more. "Yes, Bakura-kun?" His movements were slow, sluggish as he tried to sit up.
"I'm going to take you home now, okay?" the paler boy smiled, helping the smaller boy to his feet. "You can lean on me."
Yuugi nodded. "Okay, Bakura-kun." He said, yawning cutely. "Thank you." Standing shakily he leaned against Bakura as lightly as he possibly could.
Bakura winced and shifted so the boy was leaning against his right arm instead of his left before giving a small reassuring smile as they existed the room.
"Going somewhere, Yadonushi?" came an amused voice.
Bakura froze.
Yuugi looked up slightly as well, fear in his eyes. "B-Bakura-kun?" He whispered.
The paler boy gave a smile before turning to his yami. "I'm taking him home," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
The harsher boy gave a chuckle. "Don't you think he should rest here?"
Bakura tensed slightly. "I'm taking him home," he repeated, voice resolute.
Yami Bakura smiled in amusement, looking at his former host almost fondly. "Put your toy away then," he said dismissive before turning and heading for the game room.
Yuugi sighed somewhat in relief as Yami Bakura walked away, swaying slightly. He looked at Bakura for a second, still leaning against him dependently.
Bakura echoed the smaller boy's sigh before giving him a small reassuring smile and continuing to the entry.
They exited the apartment building with little effort, making their way along the street rather slowly. A while later they made it back to Yuugi's house, shuffling upstairs to Yuugi's room, out of sight of his grandfather. For the moment. Yuugi turned tired eyes on Bakura. "Thank you Bakura-kun." He said softly. "I'm sorry to trouble you. What happened there anyway?" He turned curious eyes to Bakura's, concern showing in his expression. "Mou hitori no boku seemed very afraid of something..."
Bakura hesitated a moment. "The-- the Ring tried to... take advantage of things," he finally said. "It was my fault..."
Yuugi's eyes widened. "But you're okay, right?" He said, worried, running anxious hands over Bakura. "You aren't hurt? He said he was okay... I rather doubt it, but he wouldn't tell me if he were dying..." Yuugi rattled off quickly, sitting down on his bed.
Bakura nodded with a smile. "I'm fine," he assured. "How's your wrist...?" he asked, concerned.
Yuugi looked down at his hand, noticing the cut and bruise surrounding it. "It doesn't hurt, really." As if to prove him wrong, the wound began to throb painfully, causing him to wince. "Okay, maybe a little bit." He amended.
Bakura took the boy's wrist gently, looking at the cut. With a small smile, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it softly. "Any better?" he asked with an almost impish smile.
Yuugi smiled himself. "It's getting there." He said, tilting his head to one side.
Bakura gave a soft laugh, blushing slightly. "Maybe I should kiss it again?"
"Maybe you should." Yuugi breathed, leaning forward a bit. "Me, maybe you should kiss me."
Bakura blushed slightly again, but nodded, leaning forward to gently kiss the other boy.
Yuugi leaned into the kiss, falling toward Bakura slowly, sliding off of the bed and into his arms. After a second he pulled away. "It's been a long day." He said absently. "You must be tired."
"Mmm," Bakura nodded. "A little. It's been a long day for both of you as well," he said.
Yuugi nodded. "I feel so tired..." He said, resting against Bakura's chest. "So tired..." He yawned.
Bakura smiled softly, gently stroking the boy's back. "So rest," he said gently, resting his cheek on Yuugi's hair.
Yuugi nodded, eyes slipping shut as he drifted off to sleep... exhaustion taking over for him as he rested against Bakura completely.
The paler boy held him closely a long moment before carefully getting to his feet and half carrying, half dragging the boy into bed. He smiled softly, brushing the smaller boy's bangs from his face. "Gomen nasai..." he said softly. He covered the boy with his blanket and kissed his forehead before exiting the room.
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"Where is Bakura?" He asked, forcing a median of politeness into his tone, uncrossing his arms, and leaning back on one foot, watching Yami Bakura carefully.
"Find him yourself," Yami Bakura said with a dismissive gesture, still smirking, looking incredibly self satisfied.
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"Admit it, you thought of taking him when you saw him like that," Yami Bakura gloated. "Don't tell me you haven't thought of it... of how he would look, the sounds he would make, how his voice would beg for you to---"
Yami Yuugi interrupted the other's tirade. "Stop! That's not true." He said, eyes narrowing. "It isn't." He affirmed. 'I'm not like you....'
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"I can't stop him from hearing what I try to hide..." Bakura said softly, leaning his cheek against the other boy's chest. "And I can't deny him anything... When I'm in his arms, it's like I forget everything... and I hurt you..."
"Please don't leave me..."
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AN from Fran: Name change! Name's almost a pun, but hey. :) and started nameing chapters after songs.
Bakuraluva: *chuckles* Just keeeeeeeeep reading. ;)
Dawnshadow: Good point on the name ness. *nods*
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AN from Mayhem:"...and we continue to have lovely, lovely reviews! Thanks to all our lovely reviewers! *gives cookies and candy* Oh the joys of sleep deprivation... which explains why Fran's the smart one and I'm the clown. So bow to her... not me. I'll just... sit over here... in the corner... staring at my other unfinished fanfiction. *rips hair out and pokes Mother in the head*
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