Complications

By Borath

This was *going* to be a one-shot you know! Me procrastinating. Get this: I have done this chapter *after* actually *finishing* my homework! Yay me! Am learning discipline. This is good.

Right, I was greatly encouraged by comments that I got Bakura's POV down well, something that I was very worried about which is why I haven't tried being inside the character's head before. It was fun in there last time so I'm staying for this chapter too! Yay!

Saria-the-green-haired made a very good point; 'why was there no yaio?' Now, I quite like that someone is after this so I'm going to stick some in this chapter, nothing hardcore so I don't scare anyone away and I don't have to change the rating, but still a bit of action. There aren't enough fics of this pairing out there and I've said more than once that I'd like a crack at it and now seems as good a time as any so here we go!

This will likely be the last chapter because I *really* don't want this to turn into a series on me. Not when I have 'Game Queen and Then Some' to finish as well as a sequel to 'Submission' to start. God, I'm going to have to balance this with Sixth Form *and* a social life (What? What is this thing?). Busy, busy year ahead of me.

This chapter mostly deals with Bakura's confusion but I think there's some sort of plot. Probably not but ah well. Another plot-less, time-wasting fic from me then. Cool.

Review and I will be happy. Read on!

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(Bakura's POV)

The pharaoh is still 'off'. Damn it all I thought I'd fixed this! I honestly thought that I had the problem figured out and that I had rammed the solution down his stubborn little throat. But no. I swear he's being difficult just to spite me.

Well, today is as good as any to have another go at fixing his head. I cracked up laughing when I heard about this because of the sheer stupidity of it; the 'gang' somehow managed to get an arcade machine to catch fire. How they did this I don't know because I didn't know that there was anything *in* one that could do that.

It just proves me right though. I've said it before and I'll say it again; never underestimate the power of very stupid people in large groups. I swear, if we didn't have schools to distract them they would rule the world. I shudder at the mere thought of Wheeler ruling supreme.

Well, Tea being the 'super-happy-'go-friendship'' twit that she is has rallied everyone else together to raise money to pay for a new machine. Well, they broke the old one so that makes sense. I'm staying well aware from any do-gooding because it goes against everything that I stand for and Yami, well, Yami is brooding again so I don't think Tea would survive very long in his presence at the moment.

Hmm. That would be amusing. Maybe I should drag him to her and start her off on one of her 'friendship, love and puppies' speeches. Ra, I heard enough of them through Ryou and it almost drove me to blow my cover and slap her. I am strong though and resisted.

Getting back to the matter at hand; Yami and I are back, alone, in the Game Shop all over again. I obviously missed something last time so I'm going to have to pester him and experiment again to *really* fix the problem this time. He barely responded yesterday when I started insulting him and I have a problem with that. This must be fixed. It cannot go on.

I'm facing him now as he leans against the counter in the front of the shop. Narrowing my eyes slightly I begin to gather my powers but cease my actions with a gasp of surprise when I feel myself being pulled into the Shadow Realm by him. This is *not* how it was supposed to go. Now I feel like a toy being pulled around.

"I could tell that you were going to do this again," he replied looking a little smug at my expectant expression. I really hate it when he's right, even when the answer is obvious and he points it out.

"Yeah, well," he grumble back, a little unsettled now. Get back to the plan and I'll be back on form. "You didn't seem to pay attention last time so I thought I'd drill the point home."

What? Like I'm going to tell him that he's still not right and I'm concerned. Wait. That was a very wrong word. Where in the hell did that come from? I am *not* concerned. I am *irritated* that he is acting different. I think I'll just keep my mouth shut more this time around.

Yami shrugged slightly before quirking a brow at me in a challenging manner and tipping his hip to the side. Cocky little git. He is not doing this properly. Where's the nervous creature that was here last time? I liked playing with that toy.

He is not going to play with my head by putting on this facade of boldness and normalcy though. Smirking, one of my good ones too, I stroll over towards him confidently and am immensely pleased to see that front flicker a little in his eyes, his stance becoming a little more defensive as his weight moves evenly onto both feet.

Deciding not to bother with the build up this time, I simply walk behind him and put a hand on his shoulder, grinning when I feel him stiffen. Still got a problem. I knew it. What did I get wrong last time though? Maybe I didn't do enough. Likely as I didn't continue the experiment for as long as I could have. I wasn't thorough enough to get all the results necessary for an accurate conclusion. Easily changed though.

Sending the hand on his shoulder gliding down across his chest I pull him back into me and settle my other arm around his waist, once again pinning his arms to his sides. I thought he was starting to struggle against me but it was merely a flinch before he fell still. I'm not interested now, I'm very confused. What happened? Last time he struggled quite viciously for a few seconds before ceasing.

Maybe he's gotten it into his head that I'm not going to do anymore than I did last time and so he feels safe. I'll show him how wrong he is. *No-one* should *ever* feel safe when I'm around. I'll take things a little further and see what he does. I'll get his fear of me back where it belongs.

Leaning in slowly so that the heat and intensity of my breath on the back of his neck gradually intensifies, I pause with my lips hovering millimeters above his skin before pressing them against him firmly. Now that got a reaction, not quite the one that I was expecting but a reaction still.

His wrists twisted and his hands curved so that his fingers wrapped around my left arm which still encircled him, his head tipping to the side in what must have been an instinctual manner. Warm skin and a scent that reminds me of cinnamon washes through me and I pull back a little, nuzzling his nape with the tip of my nose to catch more of it.

Wait. Stop. What the hell is happening here?! What am I doing?! No, calm down. It's alright. There is a rational excuse for this. I am *not* enjoying this, it's an experiment. By Ra though, he is nummy. Oh no, I've given him a pet name! No! I'm *not* drowning in his essence. I am *not* starting to get poetic... Damnit!

How long has it been since I've done this though? No, scratch that. It's an embarrassing number just to think of. Oh Ra, I have become a freaking nun! I am *not* celibate. I am not. Right, new plan, I will use Yami. Yes, will use him for my own pleasure and to break celibacy record then break *his* little heart into a million pieces with a sadistic laugh. Yes, I like this new plan.

He's turned his head slightly to try and look at my face now, trying to read me. I guess he's wondering why I've stopped. Is he bothered? Have I confused him? What is going through his head? I wish I knew. No, scratch that as well. I don't *ever* want to understand or even know that is going through the pharaoh's head anytime for any reason. That would be too, intimate.

He makes an odd little sighing sound when I return my mouth to his nape, nipping a little at his skin as I move down against his collar. I am not a gentle person by any means. He knows this and I'm going to make very sure that he does perfectly well.

The arm pinning his own down loosens now and I let my hand slide to his hip, releasing his hands and leaving him free to do as he wishes. I sincerely hope that he doesn't turn around, punch me and then walk away. Or gut me. That would be bad too.

To my immense surprise his left hand covers mine on his side and his right comes up behind him and runs down my cheek. When did this happen again? Why am I letting him do this? An even better question would be why is *he* doing this at all? Don't know and at this very nice moment in time I couldn't actually care less.

I let him shift around slightly so that he is facing me a little more, my teeth now working on his jaw-line as one of his hands worms up behind my neck and buries itself into my hair. My right hand is still against his chest, mostly for when I get my sanity back and need to push him away violently. It doesn't seem to be planning to make an appearance anytime soon though so I am content to continue this... Whatever this is.

My left hand is still trapped between his hand and his hip, something that I am not entirely content with. I do not like to be dominated in any way, shape or form and although he is not applying any pressure my hand is *trapped*. Will move hand so that I am back in control.

For some reason my hand seems to have developed a mind of its own and is refusing to obey my order to pull away from between his hand and hip. Okay, it's warm and soft there so. I won't overanalyze *that*. I'll just leave it where it is. I'm still in control everywhere else. Yes, I am the dominant person here. He is *not* controlling me. He is not controlling this.

Finally dragging my attention from his jaw to his lips I assert my dominance by demanding entrance instantly and firmly, a little surprised when he submits instantly but continuing with an approving grunt.

I'm a little worried now that if I keep doing this I will spontaneously combust; the smoldering heat of his mouth is threatening to reduce me to warm ash. His fingers are working against my scalp at the back of my skull now, relieving a tension there that I was unaware I had.

His hand finally moves away from mine, skirting around my waist and coming to a rest at the small of my back. He's not pulling me or holding me; his hand is simply *there*. He's cottoned on that *I'm* the one in charge here and I make another satisfied sound.

Pulling him against me with my now free hand on his hip I make a damn good attempt to bruise his lips, something that he doesn't seem to disapprove of for he responds just as eagerly. Eager? Hang on, pause, rewind and replay. Yami was formerly a pharaoh of Egypt and possesses the Millennium Puzzle. I was a tomb raider and am in want of said Millennium Puzzle. He knows this as well as I do, so why is he not bothered by what I'm doing?

No, don't spoil it idiot. Just live in the moment. It'll never happen again. And that solemn fact does *not* upset or bother me in the slightest. It doesn't. It *won't*. I refuse to feel anything but contempt for the one in my arms.

But by the Gods he is awfully distracting from that train of thought. I'm suddenly finding myself with the urge to take him home and feed him grapes, something that would have nauseated me before but now doesn't seem like such a bad idea. I wonder if he would approve? I wonder if he likes grapes?

Stop that right now.

Great, now I'm talking to myself. He's made me snap completely. I *hate* him and this tingly *feeling* he's causing. Oh, but I could do this all day and all night... No, don't go there. Bad, bad mental image. Well... *No*. They *are* bad and will always be *bad*. Stop enjoying this! You're *using* him! But I don't really *just* want to use him...

Right, assessment made; I have gone insane over the course of the last two minutes. Bloody pharaoh.

I'm fully realizing the perks of not needing to breath in this Realm now because if we hadn't broken apart yet in the normal world we would both surely be good and suffocated now. Pity. I'd miss this. Not *him*. Just the pleasant, sparking feelings being invoked here. Definitely not *him*.

Well, maybe missing him a little wouldn't hurt. You know, missing a good, worthwhile adversary because you won't be able to spar with them anymore? Not missing someone that could have been your lover... Quit thinking that!

Great. On top of being insane and turned on I am now confused. Right, I will ignore all thoughts concerning why this is *wrong* for the moment and just enjoy it. I can always brood later, maybe punch Ryou to take out some of my frustration. Well, I couldn't really though because he's Yami's friend and that would upset him... Okay, I am now starting to care about his *feelings*. What has happened to me? What have I become?

Oh Ra, I'm domestic. Ryou has rubbed off on me. I am going to have to kill him for this.

Oh, Yami's hand is migrating. His right hand is still firmly lodged in my hair but his left is drifting downwards. Well, if this kiss hasn't proved that he is anything *but* innocent then *this* definitely does. Damn he's good.

Breaking away after a few more seconds I press my forehead against his and take unnecessary but habit-formed panting breaths that match his own, trying to sort out the flurry of thoughts going through my head.

He's the first one to speak. I'm still questioning my sanity.

"I did take your advice," he murmurs, his hand finally leaving my hair and sliding down to rest just above my elbow.

Alright, that wasn't quite what I expected, but then again I wasn't exactly expecting a declaration of love either. That wouldn't be too bad though. It'd be hard to deal with the mushy crap but the snogging's good. And stuff happens after that which, if this were anything to go by, would be mind-blowing.

"So why were you still acting weird?" I ask, genuinely wanting to know the answer. Perhaps it would help me to understand what the hell we both just did.

"You. You, confused me."

Well, yeah. I just confused me too. "By doing..."

"Yes. I didn't know what you meant by it. Didn't know if you were playing with my head or just figuring out what was wrong with me."

I tip my head to the side slightly, our foreheads still touching to that I am breathing on his face and he on my throat. This is making coherent thought rather difficult. "It was an experiment. All this is new."

"Good new?"

I pause for a second before answering that, trying to assess what I did think of it before answering honestly. Well, aside from the fact that I may now be more insane than before and Yugi is going to be out for my blood if he ever finds out, it's all good.

"Yeah, good new."

He makes an amused sound now, a deep noise rumbling up from his chest and in his throat. "I won't tell if you won't."

I laugh softly at that, bringing up a hand to brush at the golden bangs that are tickling at the side of my face in an admittedly irritating way. "Deal."

End.

Shorter than Chapter 1, I know, but I didn't know where else to take this and I thought that this was a pretty good place to end. If I think of anything else to add to this I might, operative word there, *might*, do a chapter 3 but as I already said I *cannot* make this a series because I already have enough on my plate as it is.

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