Hey there again. I know I took a million years to update this story, and I anm really sorry. Thanks to everyone for reviewing the first chapter. I'm glad people are liking it so far. Okay, I know this chapter is really short, but I will try to get the next one up quicker and I'll try to make it longer too. Lastly, this chapter does contain a lemon. I hope I didn't mess it up too badly, considering it was my first time writing one, but if anyone is sensitive about that kind of thing, then I'll do a little AN for when the lemon starts and finishes.
Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 2

'What the hell am I doing?' this kept playing over and over in Bakura's head like a scratched record. 'I shouldn't be doing this. I have a boyfriend. Okay, I have to stop this before it goes any further.'

With this thought in mind, Bakura turned to Yami, intending to tell him that they had to stop this. However, when Bakura did turn to face the other, he felt his breath catch in his throat. Yami was smiling at him. Actually smiling. Not a smirk. Not a seductive smile that lured men to him. It was a smile that he was sure he had gotten from Marik, once upon a time.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Yami asked.

Despite what Bakura had already told himself, his mouth still refused to agree, saying instead: "Yes I'm sure."

Yami smiled again and took a key out of his pocket. Bakura guessed that this was a personal key: one used for this one room, and only by Yami.

The door opened silently.

Bakura idly wondered how many customers Yami got in a day. His train of thought was broken when the door shut closed behind him. He heard the key turn in the lock and panicked just a bit.

"Its just a precaution, Bakura," Yami assured him, as if reading his mind. "It's nothing to worry about."

Bakura nodded. He gulped nervously as Yami advanced towards him. Yami frowned. "Are you sure you want to do this, Bakura? We don't have to."

Again, Bakura had an internal battle, but again answered that he was alright with this. He surprised himself, and maybe even Yami, by stepping towards the other. Bakura gripped the back of Yami's neck gently and bent down to kiss him again.

Yami moaned in his throat as Bakura's tongue again invaded his mouth. It was nothing like his other customers. Bakura was gentler somehow. Everyone else had treated him like an object: something that would pleasure them, that they would pay for, and then walk away. But Bakura actually treated him like a person. And he knew then that he would do anything for the man. The one who made him feel alive.

Bakura was again lost in the warmth and softness of Yami's mouth, but at the same time, he was continuing the internal battle with himself. It sounded cliché, but it felt as if his heart and his mind were telling him different things. His mind was telling him to get out of there now, before things went any further. It was telling him that he was cheating on Marik.

But his heart told him that there was no way that he could walk out on this angel that had just suddenly appeared into his life. He could not just abandon Yami like this, the way that everyone else in his life had.

Bakura obeyed his heart.

Gently, he coaxed Yami backwards, towards the bed, where he fell, bringing Yami on top of him. Still the battle of tongues were going on, angrily clashing over each other.

Air was becoming a problem, though, and the two had to part.

Yami rose up off Bakura, so that he could breath properly, and in that time, Bakura had rolled Yami over so that he, Bakura, was now on top.

Yami's eyes widened slightly, being taken by surprise. Bakura smiled and kissed the other again softly and quickly.

Bakura looked into Yami's eyes, almost getting lost in those pools of crimson. "Are you sure that you want to do this?" This time Bakura questioned Yami.

Yami nodded firmly. "I'm sure I want to do this. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

As Bakura again met the other's lips, Yami reached behind him to the bedside cabinet. When he pulled his arm back he held a small bottle of oil and a condom.

Bakura broke the kiss to rid Yami of his shirt. Yami returned the favour. Bakura kissed his way down Yami's chest, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He circled Yami's nipples, before nibbling them gently with his teeth, making Yami gasp in pleasure.

Bakura continued his way down Yami's body, marvelling at the smoothness and running his tongue along the contours of the other's muscles.

After dipping his tongue a few times into Yami's navel, Bakura came to his real destination. He looked up at Yami, waiting to pull the leather pants off the teen's lower body.

At Yami's nod, Bakura pulled them down. He sat back and almost gasped at the other's beauty. Never before had he seen such a wondrous body. Bakura looked up and saw that Yami was blushing slightly. Bakura smiled and said in a voice that was barely a whisper: "You are so beautiful, Yami."

At this statement, tears started running down Yami's face, like small rivers. Bakura frowned. "Hey, what's wrong?" he mentally kicked himself. Not even five minutes in, and he had already made the other cry!

Bakura bent to lick the salty tears off Yami's face. He looked once again at the face of his angel. "No one…" Yami started, before his voice broke again. "No one has ever said that to me before."

Once again, Bakura's heart went out to the young man. How could anyone not have told him that he was beautiful, when this amazing, gorgeous person was staring them right in the face?

"Yami," Bakura began. "They are fools for not telling you. I think you are the most beautiful person I have ever set eyes on." Bakura bent to kiss Yami again. When he looked to the face of the other, he saw pure happiness there. He would gladly tell the teenager that he was beautiful every second that they were together that night, if it meant seeing Yami's face like that.

(A/NLemon starts here!)

Bakura accepted the bottle of oil from Yami's out stretched hand, and proceeded to spread some of the lube on his fingers.

Yami meanwhile prepared himself for the invasion. No matter how many times he had done this, he still took a while to brace himself for the inevitable pain and discomfort that was to follow. He looked at Bakura, who was looking at Yami apprehensively. At Yami's small nod, Bakura knelt between Yami's legs and proceeded to stretch him.

Yami bit his lip when he felt one of Bakura's slender fingers inserted into him, but he couldn't help but notice that this was much gentler than anything he had experienced before. He closed his eyes as another digit was added, but not from the pain, in fact, it was the complete opposite.

Bakura was studying Yami's face the whole time, and he saw the look of bliss that came over the teen's face. Bakura smiled, but then idly wondered if Yami was treated this gently any other time. He frowned. 'Probably not, judging from that look of peace on his face,' Bakura thought to himself.

Bakura removed his fingers from Yami after the third had been added, thinking the other to be stretched sufficiently. By now, Bakura was rock hard, and the complete look of bliss on the other's face wasn't helping matters either.

Yami opened his eyes when he felt the loss of warmth from Bakura's fingers. He looked up and saw his lover for the night positioning himself between Yami's stretched legs.

Bakura slid easily into Yami, and was greeted by tight warmth. He moaned as he felt Yami's legs wrap around his waist and made the older male go in deeper into the intoxicating feeling that was Yami.

Yami had never felt what he was feeling right now. Never had he felt such gentleness, yet dominance and control at the same time. He never knew that having sex could feel this way. He never knew the feeling of complete love that surrounded two people when they were engaged in such an act. Never, until now. Yami moaned loudly when he felt Bakura hit the bundle of nerves deep inside him. He usually faked the sounds of joy with most of his clients, as they had never thought to pleasure him at the same time that they were being pleasured themselves. But with Bakura deep inside him, the sounds just came naturally from his throat. For the first time in his life, Yami was experiencing real love making.

Bakura looked into Yami's eyes and saw passion above all else in them. He was sure that no one had ever been this gentle with Yami before, so now he showed Yami what he had been missing. Bakura couldn't get over the moans and breathless gasps that the other was emitting. Each time Bakura hit the other's prostate with his member, he heard Yami give a loud moan. Marik had never been this vocal before, but then again, Marik was rarely uke.

With a final thrust from Bakura, Yami spilled his seed over both him and Bakura, screaming Bakura's name loudly as he came. Seconds later, he heard Bakura groan and felt hot semen fill his passage.

Bakura held himself on his arms long enough to pull himself from Yami and collapse next to him, taking off the used condom. Immediately, he felt Yami cuddle up next to him.

(A/NLemon ends here!)

"Bakura," Yami whispered the name as though he worshipped it. He felt Bakura wrap his arms around him, and Yami smiled when a pair of warm lips were pressed onto his sweaty forehead. Yami fell asleep, content for the first time in years.

Bakura smiled when he heard Yami's gentle snoring next to him, then frowned when he realised that Marik would probably be waiting for him. He needed to make up with his boyfriend. Of course, what had just happened between himself and Yami had been amazing, but he couldn't help the feeling that he had cheated on his boyfriend.

His mind made up, Bakura sat up in the bed, scribbled a note to Yami and left some money on the bedside cabinet.

He left moments later, fully dressed, and hoping against hope that Yami wouldn't be too mad when he woke up the next morning alone.

To be continued...

Sorry for the shortness. I know you all were expecting a longer one. Please review, but no flames if you don't mind.