Bakura walked slowly to the school entry. Kaiba hadn't been in school again that day, the forth day in a row, adding both to Jounouchi's cockiness and belief that Kaiba's act had just been to get a good project grade, and to Bakura's confusion and worry that Jounouchi may have been right.
He rubbed his forehead slightly, as if tired from mulling it over so much. There was something he wasn't understanding. The change in Kaiba's behavior, his growing possessiveness and twichyness...
Bakura sighed, shoving his feet almost tiredly into his sneakers before exiting the building.
The limo was waiting outside the school.
Bakura paused, looking at it almost warily. 'I wonder what he wants this time....' he thought before near grimacing. 'You've started sounding like him now,' he chided himself. But still...
He eyed the limo a moment more before deciding and approaching it.
The chauffeur bowed slightly. "Kaiba-sama wants you to come to the mansion."
Bakura nodded before silently getting in side, looking down at his bag as the car started up. What if Kaiba acted like he had before, only without 'softening' to his normal self? he worried, playing with the handle of his bag. 'But the shaking...' he thought, remembering Kaiba's barely noticeable tremble of repressed emotion. He could only hope that it was a positive emotion he was holding back, but if it was, why would he hold back?
"Because emotions are for the weak," he sighed aloud, leaning back against the seat tiredly.
The chauffeur glanced at him as they reached the mansion.
"I don't know what he wants you for," he whispered as he held the door open. "But you should run while you have the chance."
The pale haired boy blinked, looking alarmed. "Why...?" he asked, nervous.
The man just looked at him pityingly, still holding the door.
Timidly, Bakura entered, slowly removing his shoes in the entry, almost afraid to look up.
Kaiba was once again waiting at the top of the stairs.
Slowly, Bakura looked up at him, expression mixed with longing and worry. "Kaiba-kun," he said softly, placing his school bag down by his shoes.
Kaiba's eyes roamed Bakura's body. "You're nothing special," he decided at last. "Come here."
"If I'm nothing special, why did you call for me?" Bakura asked carefully as he headed up the stairs.
"I knew you'd come," Kaiba said with a smirk of victory.
"But why me?" Bakura pressed as he reached the boy. "If I'm nothing special, then having me is also nothing special and not worth your effort," he continued, looking into Kaiba's eyes as if searching for something.
"Why waste my time finding someone else when I know you'll come?" Kaiba asked in return, grabbing Bakura by the arm and dragging him down the hall.
The paler boy winced slightly. "And if I didn't? What then?"
"Why wouldn't you? You 'like' me." Kaiba pushed Bakura down on the bed.
"No," Bakura corrected softly, eyes closing. "I love you...."
Kaiba pulled back, then flung Bakura out of his bed. "Get out!"
The paler boy gave a small pained cry as he hit the floor, instinctively curling up slightly and hiding behind his arm to fend off any blows.
Kaiba threw a pillow at him. "Get out!" he shouted again.
Bakura whimpered and scrambled from the room, barely managing to get to his feet before near running down the stairs, breath coming quickly.
He heard something crash behind him as he went.
Shakily, Bakura jammed his feet into his sneakers and grabbed his bag, not even noticing as something fell from it as he hurried to the door, hand over his rapidly beating heart.
By the time Mokuba got home later Kaiba had calmed down. He found the lunchbox and sat for a time, staring at it, before adding it to the leftover food in the freezer from some of the early lunches from Bakura and a stack of sandwiches made for him in the past few days. He went to his office and began immersing himself in his work, unheeding of Mokuba's pleas for him to eat and sleep.
The doorbell rang. "Bakura-kun!" Yuugi called.
There was a long pause before the door opened. "Hey, Yuugi-kun," the pale haired boy answered with a tired smile. His hair was mussed as if it hadn't been combed and his oversized button down shirt was miss-buttoned and rumpled.
"Are you ok, Bakura-kun?" Yuugi asked worriedly.
Bakura was quiet a long moment. "I... don't even know," he sighed, running a hand through his bangs.
Yuugi slipped into the apartment. "Tell me what's going on, Bakura-kun."
"You have an hour?" the pale boy smiled tiredly.
"... and I ran down the stairs and nearly ran home, except the limo driver caught up and gave me a ride," Bakura gave a long exhale, leaning back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling. "I spent the whole ride home shaking...." he said softly. "I don't think I'd ever been so scared, and confused..." he sighed again, eyes closing. "I thought... I thought there was something there, a chance... I don't want Jounouchi-kun to have been right, but I can't figure out why Kaiba-kun's acting like this and the more I think about it the more I get nowhere and it's so exhausting...."
"Why were you there in the first place?" Yuugi asked.
"He sent for me," Bakura said, looking down with a slight blush.
"For what?"
Bakura's blush deepened slightly. "I-- I'm really not sure," he faltered.
"You're sure?"
Bakura fidgeted a moment. "I-- I...." he was quiet a moment. "He wants to believe it was just for sex, but the way he... the way he was... he was fighting against himself, Yuugi-kun. He'll probably want to kill me for telling you this, but I need to talk to someone." He looked down at his hands helplessly.
Yuugi stared. "You've had sex with him?"
Bakura's face went bright red and he nodded.
Yuugi's eyes widened further. "What's it like?"
Bakura's blush deepened further and he tried to hide his face behind his shirt collar.
Yuugi blushed in turn. "Anzu wants to, but...."
"But....?" Bakura asked, voice almost squeaking.
"I don't think I'm ready," Yuugi admitted. "What's it like having sex with someone?"
Bakura blushed again, smiling softly, eyes wistful. "It's wonderful," he said softly. "It's... you feel so much that it... I always need a rest after," he admitted.
"You feel that with Kaiba?" Yuugi asked, smiling softly.
Bakura ducked down again, giving a small nod. "I love him..." he said softly.
"But after all of this you don't know what he thinks of you?"
Bakura gave a deep sigh. "Kaiba-kun... is complicated..." he said slowly.
"You can't talk to him?"
Bakura shook his head slightly. "Not now... I--" he gave a long exhale. "There's something wrong, Yuugi-kun, and I don't know what it is except that I caused it."
"No, Bakura!" Yuugi said, shaking his head. "It's not your fault!"
The boy gave a small sad smile. "It is," he said softly. "It's something to do with me that's causing him to act this way."
"But it's not your fault! Have you ever been mean to him?"
Bakura shook his head.
"Then it's not your fault." Yuugi hugged Bakura.
The boy smiled, hugging back. "I know it's not, but it's me he's reacting too," he said softly.
"I'm sure it'll be ok," Yuugi said optimistically. "I mean, if he can make you feel...." He blushed again.
Bakura was quiet a long moment, looking thoughtful. "Maybe that's it..." he said softly.
Yuugi blinked.
"Ah, nothing, nothing!" Bakura smiled, waving his hand dismissivly. "Just thinking aloud."
Yuugi glanced at a clock. "Ah! I have to meet Anzu! Will you be ok, Bakura-kun?"
"Un," Bakura smiled. "Thanks for listening, Yuugi-kun."
"Any time," Yuugi said with a smile. "We're friends." He waved and left.
Bakura's smile faded slowly and he curled into his side, looking out across the room. "Is that it, Kaiba-kun?" he whispered softly. "Do I make you feel...?"
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Noteness: Another 5 chapters edited! It's kinda hard, trying to trim down the 'smut' while leaving in the important parts of said smut @_@ Think it works better, for the most part though.
Reviews appreciated. ^^
He rubbed his forehead slightly, as if tired from mulling it over so much. There was something he wasn't understanding. The change in Kaiba's behavior, his growing possessiveness and twichyness...
Bakura sighed, shoving his feet almost tiredly into his sneakers before exiting the building.
The limo was waiting outside the school.
Bakura paused, looking at it almost warily. 'I wonder what he wants this time....' he thought before near grimacing. 'You've started sounding like him now,' he chided himself. But still...
He eyed the limo a moment more before deciding and approaching it.
The chauffeur bowed slightly. "Kaiba-sama wants you to come to the mansion."
Bakura nodded before silently getting in side, looking down at his bag as the car started up. What if Kaiba acted like he had before, only without 'softening' to his normal self? he worried, playing with the handle of his bag. 'But the shaking...' he thought, remembering Kaiba's barely noticeable tremble of repressed emotion. He could only hope that it was a positive emotion he was holding back, but if it was, why would he hold back?
"Because emotions are for the weak," he sighed aloud, leaning back against the seat tiredly.
The chauffeur glanced at him as they reached the mansion.
"I don't know what he wants you for," he whispered as he held the door open. "But you should run while you have the chance."
The pale haired boy blinked, looking alarmed. "Why...?" he asked, nervous.
The man just looked at him pityingly, still holding the door.
Timidly, Bakura entered, slowly removing his shoes in the entry, almost afraid to look up.
Kaiba was once again waiting at the top of the stairs.
Slowly, Bakura looked up at him, expression mixed with longing and worry. "Kaiba-kun," he said softly, placing his school bag down by his shoes.
Kaiba's eyes roamed Bakura's body. "You're nothing special," he decided at last. "Come here."
"If I'm nothing special, why did you call for me?" Bakura asked carefully as he headed up the stairs.
"I knew you'd come," Kaiba said with a smirk of victory.
"But why me?" Bakura pressed as he reached the boy. "If I'm nothing special, then having me is also nothing special and not worth your effort," he continued, looking into Kaiba's eyes as if searching for something.
"Why waste my time finding someone else when I know you'll come?" Kaiba asked in return, grabbing Bakura by the arm and dragging him down the hall.
The paler boy winced slightly. "And if I didn't? What then?"
"Why wouldn't you? You 'like' me." Kaiba pushed Bakura down on the bed.
"No," Bakura corrected softly, eyes closing. "I love you...."
Kaiba pulled back, then flung Bakura out of his bed. "Get out!"
The paler boy gave a small pained cry as he hit the floor, instinctively curling up slightly and hiding behind his arm to fend off any blows.
Kaiba threw a pillow at him. "Get out!" he shouted again.
Bakura whimpered and scrambled from the room, barely managing to get to his feet before near running down the stairs, breath coming quickly.
He heard something crash behind him as he went.
Shakily, Bakura jammed his feet into his sneakers and grabbed his bag, not even noticing as something fell from it as he hurried to the door, hand over his rapidly beating heart.
By the time Mokuba got home later Kaiba had calmed down. He found the lunchbox and sat for a time, staring at it, before adding it to the leftover food in the freezer from some of the early lunches from Bakura and a stack of sandwiches made for him in the past few days. He went to his office and began immersing himself in his work, unheeding of Mokuba's pleas for him to eat and sleep.
The doorbell rang. "Bakura-kun!" Yuugi called.
There was a long pause before the door opened. "Hey, Yuugi-kun," the pale haired boy answered with a tired smile. His hair was mussed as if it hadn't been combed and his oversized button down shirt was miss-buttoned and rumpled.
"Are you ok, Bakura-kun?" Yuugi asked worriedly.
Bakura was quiet a long moment. "I... don't even know," he sighed, running a hand through his bangs.
Yuugi slipped into the apartment. "Tell me what's going on, Bakura-kun."
"You have an hour?" the pale boy smiled tiredly.
"... and I ran down the stairs and nearly ran home, except the limo driver caught up and gave me a ride," Bakura gave a long exhale, leaning back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling. "I spent the whole ride home shaking...." he said softly. "I don't think I'd ever been so scared, and confused..." he sighed again, eyes closing. "I thought... I thought there was something there, a chance... I don't want Jounouchi-kun to have been right, but I can't figure out why Kaiba-kun's acting like this and the more I think about it the more I get nowhere and it's so exhausting...."
"Why were you there in the first place?" Yuugi asked.
"He sent for me," Bakura said, looking down with a slight blush.
"For what?"
Bakura's blush deepened slightly. "I-- I'm really not sure," he faltered.
"You're sure?"
Bakura fidgeted a moment. "I-- I...." he was quiet a moment. "He wants to believe it was just for sex, but the way he... the way he was... he was fighting against himself, Yuugi-kun. He'll probably want to kill me for telling you this, but I need to talk to someone." He looked down at his hands helplessly.
Yuugi stared. "You've had sex with him?"
Bakura's face went bright red and he nodded.
Yuugi's eyes widened further. "What's it like?"
Bakura's blush deepened further and he tried to hide his face behind his shirt collar.
Yuugi blushed in turn. "Anzu wants to, but...."
"But....?" Bakura asked, voice almost squeaking.
"I don't think I'm ready," Yuugi admitted. "What's it like having sex with someone?"
Bakura blushed again, smiling softly, eyes wistful. "It's wonderful," he said softly. "It's... you feel so much that it... I always need a rest after," he admitted.
"You feel that with Kaiba?" Yuugi asked, smiling softly.
Bakura ducked down again, giving a small nod. "I love him..." he said softly.
"But after all of this you don't know what he thinks of you?"
Bakura gave a deep sigh. "Kaiba-kun... is complicated..." he said slowly.
"You can't talk to him?"
Bakura shook his head slightly. "Not now... I--" he gave a long exhale. "There's something wrong, Yuugi-kun, and I don't know what it is except that I caused it."
"No, Bakura!" Yuugi said, shaking his head. "It's not your fault!"
The boy gave a small sad smile. "It is," he said softly. "It's something to do with me that's causing him to act this way."
"But it's not your fault! Have you ever been mean to him?"
Bakura shook his head.
"Then it's not your fault." Yuugi hugged Bakura.
The boy smiled, hugging back. "I know it's not, but it's me he's reacting too," he said softly.
"I'm sure it'll be ok," Yuugi said optimistically. "I mean, if he can make you feel...." He blushed again.
Bakura was quiet a long moment, looking thoughtful. "Maybe that's it..." he said softly.
Yuugi blinked.
"Ah, nothing, nothing!" Bakura smiled, waving his hand dismissivly. "Just thinking aloud."
Yuugi glanced at a clock. "Ah! I have to meet Anzu! Will you be ok, Bakura-kun?"
"Un," Bakura smiled. "Thanks for listening, Yuugi-kun."
"Any time," Yuugi said with a smile. "We're friends." He waved and left.
Bakura's smile faded slowly and he curled into his side, looking out across the room. "Is that it, Kaiba-kun?" he whispered softly. "Do I make you feel...?"
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Noteness: Another 5 chapters edited! It's kinda hard, trying to trim down the 'smut' while leaving in the important parts of said smut @_@ Think it works better, for the most part though.
Reviews appreciated. ^^