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AN: This should be the last chapter, I think...maybe not...I don't really know yet. But thanks to everyone who's stayed faithful! Keep reading please! And I am SOOO sorry I didn't update last week I was sick...sorry again!

another WARNING: this chapter contains a very graphic yaoi lemon (explicit boy/boy sex) scene. If this makes you uncomfortable, DO NOT READ THIS. This is your final WARNING. You will get no more.

Chapter Nine

Hours later, Bakura answered a knock at the door. Ryou stood there, drenched to the bone, hair soaked to his face, looking pitiful. His eyes were huge with sorrow and the spikes-all of them-were gone.

Before he could stop himself, Ryou flung himself into Bakura's arms, wrapping his arms around Bakura's waist. Tears fell and mingled with the water on his face. He pressed his face to Bakura's stomach as Bakura closed the door.

"Bakura, I'm so sorry," he sobbed. "I didn't mean-I'm sorry."

Bakura hugged his hikari back, stroking his hair. The rain had washed the gel out of his hair, and it was soft again, despite the water that soaked it.

Bakura got a sudden urge, and he leaned down and licked a drop of water off of Ryou's shoulder. Ryou looked quickly up, and his brown eyes were suddenly dry and quizzical.

"Do you want the truth?" Bakura smiled.

"About what?" Ryou asked.

"I said I didn't like your new look. N all actuality, I love it. You look so..." he leaned in close with his hands on Ryou's shoulders. "You look so...I don't know." He crushed his lips to his hikari.

Ryou opened his eyes wide, then kissed Bakura back, bringing his arms around Bakura's neck and closing his eyes. Bakura's tongue toughed Ryou's lip and Ryou opened his mouth, allowing his yami to explore within whatever he wanted.

Bakura reached down and undid Ryou's pants, discovering that they were too tight to allow for underwear. He slid his hand in and stroked Ryou's length. Ryou gasped into Bakura's mouth and grasped his shoulders. Bakura's lips slid from Ryou's lips to his cheek, to his ear to nibble on the freshly-pierced lobe.

A drop of blood fell onto Bakura's tongue, and Bakura was pushed over the edge. He slid his mouth down Ryou's jaw line, collarbone and chest, down to his stomach. He nibbled gently as he pulled the tight jeans off of Ryou's body and Ryou peeled the wet shirt off, pulling it over his head and throwing it on the floor.

Bakura knelt and took Ryou's member into his mouth. Ryou gasped. His legs buckled, and he rested his knees on Bakura's shoulders. He fisted his hands in Bakura's hair as Bakura's arms slid around his waist to hold him upright.

Bakura sucked once, hard.

Roy cried out, involuntarily thrusting his hips forward. Bakura slid his mouth over Ryou's whole erection, and both were stationary for a moment. Then Bakura began to swallow around Ryou's member.

Ryou threw his head back and moaned, pushing him even deeper into Bakura's mouth. The moan changed to a scream and he came in Bakura's mouth, jetting endless streams of release while he rode the torrent.

When he finally broke surface again, it was because Bakura had slid a finger inside him.

"My turn," Bakura gasped against Ryou's bare stomach. He slid another finger in. Ryou bent forward and laid his lips on the top of Bakura's head, moaning slightly. Bakura added another finger, and Ryou gasped and arched his back.

Bakura stood and moved behind Ryou, kissing his neck and shoulder, nibbling slightly, never removing his fingers. Ryou turned in Bakura's hold, forcing his fingers to leave his body, and wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, kissing him almost fiercely. Bakura was fully clothed, and the cloth was abrasive on Ryou's soft skin. As Ryou began to unbutton Bakura's shirt, Bakura ushered him into his room.

Ryou had Bakura's shirt off, and he tugged impatiently at his belt. In his haste, he couldn't get it open. Bakura undid his own belt as Ryou whimpered, wanting-needing-Bakura to be inside him. To feel Bakura riding his body, each thrust adding to the mounting pleasure...

"Ssh..." Bakura soothed his hikari. Ryou had been almost begging without realizing it. He knelt on the bed, already hard again. Bakura came up behind him, and Ryou realized that Bakura was naked, as well.

Bakura never takes his pants off during sex, Ryou thought. Did this mean he was finally happy with his hikari?

Then all thought was banished as Bakura pushed into him, slowly, finding his pleasure spot right off. Ryou cried out and nearly collapsed as Bakura slid out and thrust back in, harder this time.

Bakura reached around Ryou's waist and wrapped his hand around his erection, sliding it just a little. Ryou was still for a moment, then he began to rock forward and back in time with Bakura's thrusts.

Ryou moaned loudly and came in Bakura's hand. At the same time Bakura caught up his breath, and Ryou felt himself being filled with the heat of Bakura's release. Bakura collapsed on top of Ryou, both of them panting heavily.

"Bakura...?" Ryou said after a while.

"Yes?"

"I'm still sorry," he told his yami.

"Forgiven," Bakura said shortly before he drifted into sleep.

But Ryou stayed awake. In the morning, everything would be different. He would be himself, and Bakura would still love him. With this comforting thought, he followed his yami into dreamland.

KC666: Well, I've decided that this ISN'T the last chapter. I'm sure you can guess why. So I'll update again as soon as I can think of something better. Thanks!