My Final Words

Author's Notes: We're nearing the end of this fabulous story… no, this isn't the last chapter but this is where it begins to build up to the final dramatising scene, which I have finally decided upon! Enjoy…

Bakura sat next to the bed as his love slept. His face was pale, his hair was limp and his breathing was harsh. The doctor said that he had a throat infection, which was spreading into his lungs, nothing that couldn't be treated at home but still, it was pretty bad. The yami wasn't sure of the strange feeling he had as he looked at Ryou. When he had looked into his eyes, he saw something in there. Due to his and Ryou's connection, he sensed that he should be angry with him but had no idea why. He didn't know if he had feelings for him anymore.

He had to find out what it was, what it was that made him feel this way. He wanted to love Ryou but his mind forced him not to. Placing a hand on Ryou's head, he closed his eyes and concentrated. A sudden jolt shot through his body as images flashed before him. He was presented with a memory that flew through his mind. His eyes shot open and he fell back, breathing deeply.

Was that… what I think? He couldn't remove the images from his head; they played through over and over again. NO! He screamed out in his mind. He wouldn't do that! It must have been that dream he told me about. He looked at Ryou and couldn't take his eyes away.

"He wouldn't…" he muttered.

Ryou awoke atin the afternoonand held his head as he sat up. He groaned as the throbbing began and pulsated through his brain.

"You're awake." Bakura's voice broke the silence. He was sat with his back against the bedside cabinet and he just stared at the wall in front of him.

"W-what happened?" Ryou's mind was blurred from the pain.

"You fainted. You had a fit of coughing and fainted." Bakura put bluntly. "Come on." His face was expressionless as he beckoned forthe lightto sit on the edge of the bed. Ryou did so and watched as Bakura grabbed a paper bag from the cabinet. He removed a bottle and took out 2 small pills.

"Here" he said, holding them out to Ryou. He took them and swallowed them dry, which people always used to think was a weird thing to do, but Ryou could do it easily. He only just realised how Bakura was acting different. He was more like his old self than the Bakura Ryou now knew and loved.

"Bakura." Ryou saddened as his thoughts from the night before fell into place. A long silence followed and Bakura still didn't face Ryou. What was up with him? He was acting like he didall that time ago. Like he didn't care. "Nothing." Ryou said and stood up. Bakura watched him as he left the room. He listened as a few coughs forced there way out of Ryou as he stood in the hallway, then his footsteps walked away to silence. Part of him didn't want to feel this way, he wanted to hold Ryou and love him, but another part wanted to hurt him, wanted to lock him up and punish him. He had to get over this one way or another and there was only one way he could think of. He stood up and went to find Ryou.

The air was stiff with the silence that filled it, the silence that held both hikari and yami's feelings and secrets. Ryou was in the living room, sat on the sofa as he sipped at a glass of water. He sighed; his throat was burning like fire and he couldn't muster the strength to speak. He had difficulty speaking earlier and wasn't willing to force it now. His hazel eyes focused on the wall as his head swam with pain and his many memories that he wished to lose. His eyes shifted as Bakura entered the room and sat next to him, leaning slightly on his arm. Ryou gave a look as if to say what? And Bakura looked back. He laid his head on Ryou's shoulder and ran his fingers along his arm.

"You still love me, don't you?" The question seemed slightly random yet appropriate. Ryou was about to reply but was stopped by his loss of voice. Bakura watched as he placed his fingers around his throat. He nodded understandingly and kissedRyou on the cheek.

Why is he being like this? Ryou thought. He was acting lovingly but in a false kind of way. Bakura's hand slid across Ryou's cheek and pulled his face round. He moved in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, which Ryou returned, but suddenly he found himself being pulled in. Bakura's tongue darted into his mouth and he tried to pull back, but Bakura placed his hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in. Managing to break himself free, Ryou stared into Bakura's eyes, they were glazed and he looked drunk.

"Bakura." He croaked, barely able to speak. "Why… are you acting… this way?" he repeatedly cleared his throat as his voice was lost.

"I love you." He stated. Not sounding very convincing at all.

"No!" Ryou's voice cried out, momentarily fighting back against the hole in his throat that prevented speech. "Bakura, this is not love!" He had stood up and looked enraged.

"What so was it never love?" Bakura stood up and tried to stare down his light. "You were just using me to get what you wanted were you?" Ryou felt as tears brimmed his eyes.

"Don't be absurd! Of course I loved you! I always have!" He just let the words spill out of his mouth.

"Then why are you pushing me away?" Bakura's own eyes threatened to over flow.

"Because you've changed!" He glared at Bakura.

"I've change? I'VE CHANGED?" He bellowed, towering over Ryou. "You're the one who's been staying away from me! You're the one who's been pushing away!"

Ryou was lost for words. It was true; he'd been so worried about hurting him that he had been staying away, moving away every time Bakura got close.

"I… I…" Ryou's voice was fading and he bowed his head as the tears fell. He felt as a hand lifted his face. Bakura's loving face looked at his and he just fell into his chest. Bakura's hand stroked his head as he sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Bakura." He croaked. "I'll make it up to you."

His arms wrapped around his yami's neck as he pulled him over to the sofa. They landed on the seat and Ryou kissed Bakura, pulling him in. Bakura's hands moulded his waist as he sat over his light. They travelled up his chest, lifting the tight turtleneck as they crawled. Ryou placed his hands on his yami's wrists as they moved up his chest, his back arching slightly at the feel. Bakura pulled away from the kiss as he began pulling the top over Ryou's head, but was stopped when Ryou remembered the marks on his neck. In order to hide his shock he sat up, pushing Bakura back. He began running his hands up the inside of his shirt and looked seductively down at his dark. He began kissing at the soft skin and moved his way up.

"Nice try." Bakura said, smirking at Ryou as he looked up. "But I prefer it when I'm on top." He said, pushing Ryou backwards. The small chest moved in and out as Ryou panicked. Bakura leaned over him as his hand travelled down the stomach, snaking into Ryou's pants. He felt in disappointment, Ryou hadn't seemed to be aroused at all. Which wasn't what Bakura wanted. Ryou gasped as he began to move his hand up and down, causing his member to swell. Bakura smirked and looked down on his hikari.

"Looks like you've become immune to my touch." He chuckled. "Well… we'll see about that." Without warning he ripped the jumper from Ryou and began sucking on his neck. Ryou's eyes rolled into the back of his skull as pleasure took hold. He lost control and his hormones went haywire. While one hand continued to stroke Ryou's arousal, the other wrapped around his waste and pulled him into Bakura. Ryou's hands grabbed onto Bakura, working their way up to reveal his torso. He threw his head back in bliss as Bakura moved over his skin, leaving various marks as he went. He moaned loudly and Bakura became rough. His eyes widened as Bakura's teeth sank into his neck and he yelped out in pain. Bakura had soon removed Ryou's jeans and began to unzip his own. A look of pure lust covered Bakura's face as he forced Ryou to flip over onto his front. A groan erupted from the lights throat as a finger was roughly inserted into his entrance. Bakura leaned over his back, his hair falling forwards so it lapped at Ryou's back. He grew impatient and positioned himself behind Ryou. He looked down at his hikari's exhausted face and suddenly realised what he was doing. He had let himself lose control and had hurt Ryou in the process.

"Ryou…" His voice was raspy; he listened to Ryou as he struggled to breath. He grabbed Ryou's waste and pulled him up so his back leaned against his chest. Ryou was limp, still awake, but limp. His bangs stuck to his face as sweat dripped down. Bakura cradled him in his arms, not wanting him to have another coughing fit. He held him close against his chest, stroking the light's hair.

"Shhhhh… Don't worry." He muttered as he tried to calm Ryou. He shut his eyes tight as tears began to fall, he didn't want to hurt Ryou, not like this. After a few minutes, he looked down to seen Ryou had fallen asleep. He scooped him up in his arms and made way to his room. Poor Ryou was sick, and Bakura had let him get out of bed. He should have been resting but Bakura let him leave his room and then had strained him.

He placed the small figure onto his bed and pulled the covers over him. He planted a small kiss on Ryou's lips and watched over him.

"I'll always love you, Ryou. Always."

Over the next week, Bakura helped Ryou get back to health. He had over come the empty feeling that had taken over his mind, and Ryou remembered just how much he loved Bakura. Both completely forgot about all that had happened with Marik. Ryou still thought of him from time to time but only to wonder what had happened to him. Once the week had passed, it was Saturday and Ryou woke up, the warmth of his lover next to him. He turned over and smiled when he saw his yami's sleeping form. He was so cute when he was sleeping. Of course he would never tell him that because Bakura never considered himself cute, handsome maybe but never cute.

The tired hikari grabbed his dressing gown and made his way to the kitchen. He made his usual cup of hot chocolate and sat at the table, sipping it happily. For once, everything was going great. He just preyed it would stay that way.

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Marik had grown bored. He practically spent the entire week moping around his apartment, having Malik yell at him about getting out and getting back to normal; but it would never be normal. Marik had convinced his yami that what had happened with Ryou meant nothing and that he wanted to be with him. He had lied. The Egyptian was changing, he used to be kind, gentle and friendly, but now he was growing bitter and selfish. What it was that scared him was that he liked it!

He wanted Ryou for himself. He wanted to tare him and Bakura apart so he could have him. He thought of Ryou like a piece of meat, he had lost all sense of the boy's emotions and almost pitied the fact he didn't know.

He will be mine. His thoughts swam through his evil mind. And I believe I have a way to do it. He laughed to himself as he thought his devious plan through.

Author's Notes: Okay this chapter turned out pretty lame and I'm starting to find it difficult to keep this up so this story will end either next chapter or the chapter after. Plus, I'm going to have a break because I've been writing these up really fast and I was sad enough to write out two chapters today so… next chapter will be up… I dunno lmao