Can't believe it's been so long since I updated! It's been so hectic that I literally have lost an entire year!
Anyway! Wonderwall was chucked out on random mode, so here it is! I actually listened to the Ryan Adams cover a fair few times while writing this too. This one may be a little tougher to find the song connection (at least until the end), but it's there. This form of relationship between Bakura and Ryou is actually a hazy version of a rather complicated world of the Yu-gi-oh characters that has been in development in my brain for a few years now! Though you don't see much of the details.
Wonderwall- Oasis
Ryou's breath hitched quietly as he felt the cold blade against his neck. He looked up into the eyes of his shaking yami. Ryou could feel the blood running down his face from the fresh slashes across his cheek. Some of it oozed down his neck and some stained his pale hair.
"Beg me not to do it." Bakura's voice was coarse. "Tell me I'm a monster. Tell me you can't even bear to look at me because I am EVIL." Ryou's expression shifted slightly, a degree of sadness now showing in his tired eyes.
"No." He whispered. The taller boy tightened his lips, his features becoming more strained. He lowered the knife and grabbed his hikari's shoulders roughly. Ryou winced as he was rammed in to the wall behind him. He shoved Ryou's head aside, exposing his now bloody neck. Lowering his head to it, his tongue traced the blood's path all the way to the cuts. He rammed his lips onto his light's, forcing his tongue into the other's mouth so the coppery taste was shared between them. Ryou gagged slightly and Bakura pulled away.
"TELL ME I'M SICK. TELL ME TO LEAVE!"
"No." Bakura shook uncontrollably, his expression contorting even further. Ryou's eyes started to sting from the tears building up as his yami snarled. Bakura brought the knife back up to Ryou's throat and violently used to it rip apart the smaller boy's shirt, scratching the skin beneath it at the same fingers undid the button and zipper of Ryou's jeans. The knife dropped as Bakura brought a hand to Ryou's throat, gripping it harshly. The other hand shuddered as it snaked its way beneath the heavy material of his jeans.
"Bakura...love." Ryou choked out. The yami's eyes shot up to meet the other boy's, full of desperation and he pulled his hands away. Ryou coughed loudly, bringing his own hands to nurse his bruised throat. He looked up at the other half of himself. He cautiously stepped forward. "...Bakura?"
No response.
He reached his hand out, lightly touching the other's hand. The contact caused Bakura to spring to life, hunching away from the gaze of Ryou.
"You are not a monster." Ryou breathed. "You may have been able to deceive everyone else, but not me. Never me. Not when I've shared your body... your mind. You can't push me away; I am not going anywhere." He put his hand on Bakura's shoulder, who turned round to face his light. Bakura hesitantly raised a hand and delicately traced up the scratch on his chest, finally touching the cuts on his cheek.
"How do you always do that?"
"Do what?"
"Save me."
Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou, who leant into the warmth. It was always going to be a winding path to that perfect relationship for them, but maybe it was just being there for each other during the journey that counted.
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