Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Can You Love Me? ❯ We Belong Together ( Chapter 5 )

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The white haired demon was led down a maze of corridors he knew all to well. Winding and stretching and twisting and growing, the scarlet carpeted floor ran like veins, reaching every room, every corner, every shadow of the madman's mansion. The smaller panted lightly, grinning insanely the entire time and giving Bakura sloppy kisses when he could.

 

“Almost there! Almost there…” the boy laughed, throwing his head back and giggling, watching the dark eyes of his follower narrow in annoyance. “What's wrong?” he pouted, groping for the door's handle and butting it open with his hip.

 

Bakura was flung forward, landing with a grunt on his side and glaring through white tendrils. The other pounced on the bed, the thick, sluggish waves of the waterbed making him bob in place, seductive smirk on his face.

 

The pale yami sucked in his breath; he had to stop this…now…before it went too far. “I-I…we can't do this anymore!” he sat up and was ready to stand, walk away from this tangled mess he'd somehow gotten himself neck deep in. “I'm leaving.” he stated flatly.

 

Slender fingers were placed upon his chest, not stopping him, just splayed there, poised so elegantly it would have been a shame to move them. “No, you're not.” The usually cheerful voice, drunk on the finest wine and bubbling with lust, was now deathly calm, strung with a confident smile.

 

The taller didn't move, breath coming out slow and controlled as he waited for more. “I…” the sinister look glinting in the other's eye made him uneasy. Bakura's dark gaze shifted to look at his own white hand, gripping the violet, satin sheet. “Ryou needs me, coming to you was a mistake…all you have done is make matters worse!” the yami stood angrily, tossing the smaller who tried to stop him to the ground, and stalked toward the doors.

 

Soft, quiet, horrible chuckling rippled the air, tickled the senses, deafened the guilty. “And what?”

 

The albino's hand froze on the handle, half twisted as the question hung in the air. “What the hell do you mean?” he growled, knowing the answer quite well.

 

“My dear, dear Kura…” the smaller hissed, leaning back on his elbows and smiling cruelly at the yami. “Go, I beg of you, go back to your precious Ryou, diamond in your bag of glass…but what then?” Another loose spill of arrogant laughter “Kiss away the hurt? Make lovely promises? Swear to never raise your hand or voice again? Plea for his forgiveness? Crawl to him and weep until his pathetic, ever so willing heart flutters and he takes you in his arms, crying in blind bliss that he has and always will loves you?…” He rocked his foot back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, stopping only once the white haired youth turned his head just slightly, eyes glazed with hateful tears. The taller was such a good puppet; it took only the faintest of tugs to make him dance. “And then…” he purred, lips pulling into a nasty grin.

 

“Shut up…” Bakura muttered, hand shaking as he let the knob slip slightly from his grasp.

 

“Something…something so small and insignificant…”

 

“Stop it! Shut the fuck up!” the white haired fiend screeched, eyes flashing with a wildness fueled by truth and defeat.

 

“Too little sugar in your coffee…TV left on…”

 

The yami broke away from the door and lunged at the one on the ground, hands fisting in the lilac shirt that perfectly matched those eyes, half lidded and dripping with mockery.

 

“I told you to sh-”

 

“Kuuuurrrraaaa…” he purred, a finger running under the yami's chin and tilting his head up. “You've come back to me…” Short fingernails dug into Bakura's shoulder, the pale skin tearing and bruising “Riiiight?” the smaller breathed hotly into the albino's ear.

 

Bakura shuddered; hands teased his icy skin with warm, intimate touches. Anger melted away to fogged desire when the blond lifted his hips and rubbed an unforgotten arousal against the yami's thigh, a soft moan escaping the thief's lips. The tanned flesh clashed harshly against the snow-white body as arms were wound around each other, bodies pulled flush against each other and lips teasing a pale ear.

 

The white haired youth groaned inwardly, heart and body pulling in opposite needs and wants as his soul shattered. Heated kisses and blood stirring nips were strewn about his face and neck, a soft murmuring accompanying the warm breath that stung his skin.

 

“Right?” the younger snarled, lavender eyes flashing possessively while his fingers painfully dug into the pale yami's shoulder, traces of blood seeping and tainting the fingertips.

 

“Y-yes…” Bakura hung his head, eyes jaded with lust to hide the sorrow throbbing in his heart. “Malik…”

 

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Ryou giggled quietly to himself, `whimpering' from time to time to be cooed at or snuggled closer to the taller's body. He didn't have to act too much though, the stairs really were a pain no matter how slowly Yami took them. Jolts of fire laced his spine and the smaller could have sworn he felt sick trails of blood seep from his entrance, but Ryou kept quiet, as he did not wish to worry the other too much.

 

“Ok, Kitten, here we are.” Yami's deep voice made the white haired boy mentally swoon, a blissful sigh making Ryou's shoulders roll. He opened his eyes slowly; they were in a small kitchen, clean and softly colored. Yami gently placed the boy on the seat with the thickest cushion, petting the downy, white hair when the smaller whimpered and clung to his body.

 

“Sh…Ryou…” the tricolor youth whispered, easing the sore frame onto the chair and pulling away slowly. “I know it hurts, Kitten, but you need to eat and I can't fix you something while carrying you…” the smaller sniffled, but nodded his head. It really didn't hurt that badly, he just wanted to hang onto Yami for as long as he could.

 

The scarlet-eyed youth smiled reassuringly and started to rummage through the cabinets and fridge, a confused pout gracing his regal face. The other boy giggled, his Yami looked cute with that puzzled look, something foreign on such a noble being. The taller glanced at Ryou and grinned in embarrassment, “Um, I was supposed to go to the grocery story today, so we don't have much, are eggs ok?”

 

The smaller smiled cutely and nodded his head vigorously; stomach gnawing on his liver, he didn't care what he was fed so long as it kept his other organs safe. “I don't remember ever having eggs…” he thought out loud, disheartened by the fact he couldn't recall a single breakfast.

 

Ryou stayed quiet, watching Yami break the delicate shells and stir, the smell comforting the smaller for an unknown reason. He closed his chocolate eyes and let his mind drift, odd images flashing before his eyes…a mirror, dark and cracked…going up to it, staring at himself…but seeing two different people…the one he saw in the bathroom…and the one he saw when he touched Yami for the first time…opposites…

 

He blinked, squeaking when he realized those beautiful, blood red eyes were smiling at him. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” Yami apologized, elbows on the counter top and chin nestled in his hands, he had stared at the other after realizing it was impossible to snap him out of his daydream forcibly. “Your eggs are done.” He smiled, reluctantly getting up and pouring the smaller a glass of orange juice. “I wasn't sure which you preferred, so I made them two different ways.”

 

Ryou felt his ears and cheeks burn “O-oh…th-thank you…” he looked in front of him and pulled the plate closer, the scrambled and sunny side up eggs both looking delicious. His stomach growled loudly and the boy flushed again, bowing his head when the glass was placed before him, gingerly lifting the fork to his mouth and nibbling on the food. It was even better than it looked and Ryou grinned as he ate, blinking in question when he noticed Yami only sat and watched him. “A-aren't you hungry?” he felt terrible, what if those were the last eggs in the entire house!?

 

“Hm? Oh!” Yami smiled and shook his head “I don't have to eat, the Puzzle provides me with everything I need.” He bit his tongue after saying that, now he had to explain himself…as if the boy wasn't confused enough, how would he understand about the Millennium Puzzle and the fact Yami was an ancient Pharaoh reincarnated as Yuugi, who was the one who solved the Puzzle and set the spirit free?

 

Ryou screwed his face up in confusion, finished his breakfast, and sipped on the juice; eyes flashing as he apparently loved the taste, and then cocked his head “Puzzle?”

 

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Bakura lifted the Egyptian in his arms, hungrily suckling on the smaller's neck, who elicited pleased mewls. He tossed the hikari onto the bed, stopped, as he was just about to pounce.

 

“Oh no, Bakura…” lavender eyes trailed the other's body from head to toe then back again. “You've been bad, I want you to strip for me and make it all better.” He purred, tongue running over his top lip, “Otherwise…” his tanned hands crawled over his own body, fingers hooking on the edge of his shirt and lifting it enough so the dark could have a glimpse of that tantalizing flesh “You don't get a whole session…”

 

The white haired fiend moaned softly, Malik knew how to tease, knew how to torture, knew how to bend the dark to his will. Bakura nodded slowly while quickly throwing his jacket to the side and kicking off his shoes, ready to slip his shirt over his head when he heard a chastising sound of disappointment.

 

“I suppose you don't want me then…” Malik closed his eyes, straightened his shirt, and sat up as though to leave “Because I know that if you did, you'd strip properly.” A cat like eye cracked open at the frustrated growl and a grin crept upon his pouted lips when he noticed the dark was waiting for him to lie back down. Giggling he crawled to the middle of the bed and winked “Don't forget to dance…”

 

Bakura scowled at that cocky smirk on the Egyptian youth's face, swearing one day he'd rip the boy's lips clean off. Slowly, he began to sway his hips to the sound of nothing more than shadowed music, heard only by the darkness, and kept in erratic rhythm with the beating of hearts.

 

He rolled his head brokenly to one side, the wild array of silver spikes draping heavily over one shoulder, eyes drooped so the dark, deep brown looked like mere crescents, and slender hands ghosting over the edge of his shirt, pale fingers toying with the worn black material.

 

Malik moaned appreciatively as he watched the serpentine grace of the other's movements. The offensive shirt was removed, the lean build of the other's chest rippling with muscles as Bakura began to enjoy the teasing he was providing. He fisted a hand in his hair and leaned his head against his arm, other hand sliding down like a ravenous snake, slender fingers doing away with the button and zipper of his ice blue jeans.

 

Bakura shut his eyes, letting the nonexistent music wash over him. Thoughts and concerns becoming nothing more than faint memories as the rush of sensations hit him. He felt hot hands place themselves upon his chest and drag down, smooth fingers massaging the white flesh as they went ever lower. He hissed as he felt the denim brush over his arousal, the jeans tugged down slowly with one honey tainted hand as its partner gently stroked the heated flesh.

 

The seemingly intoxicated yami discarded his jeans in a fluid movement, continuing his hypnotic dance while pulling the Egyptian youth up against him. He slid an icy hand beneath the boy's lilac shirt, teasing and reveling in the fact Malik was shuddering from such simple touches. In one swift motion, the yami slipped the shirt off the boy and began to nip and kiss the caramel flesh, nibbling at the base of the youth's neck and licking Malik's lips while two well trained hands undid the hikari's belt and pants, the material dropping to the ground and revealing that he, unlike his paler lover, wore boxers, satin and lavender to highlight his abnormal eyes.

 

Growling, Bakura grabbed the smaller's wrists and twisted the thin arms behind the boy's back, dragging him toward the bed and pinning Malik down, peeling the last remaining clothing from the youth's body. His pale fingers were licked thoroughly by the smaller then slid between their bodies, one then two entering the moaning Egyptian. Roughly kissing Malik, Bakura stretched the blond and positioned himself, feeling legs wrap around his waist and pull him in before he could hesitate.

 

Taking control, the yami hit that sweet bundle of nerves as he formulated a rhythm, the boy beneath him screaming and wriggling in ecstasy. It wouldn't take long, Bakura would make sure of that, the faster this was over, the sooner he could leave…go home to who he should be with, who he should love, who he should become.

 

The white-hot coil inside of Malik would not take long to snap, Bakura knew all too well how to bombard the youth's senses with more than he could handle. The boy cried out the taller's name as he toppled over the edge, panted as his chest rose and fell, smiled as the other pound into him in near desperation, hissed as he felt the searing heat fill him…glared at the name he heard drip from those pale, white lips.

 

“Ryou?!” Malik snarled, lilac slits wild with rage, teeth bared at such an atrocity, voice seething with psychotic anger. How dare Bakura cry out that name! The white haired fiend belonged to him! Him! Not that Ra damned, pathetic piece of shit that could hardly take a scolding, much less a beating the way Malik could.

 

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Yami took a deep breath and slowly explained as best he could, describing what he was and whom Ryou's other friends were. He told him about the Millennium Items and how they had magic and were destined for only certain people, and the spirits trapped within were not always as accepting or nice to people as he was. The smaller nodded, finding it remarkably easy to believe, but perhaps that was because his Yami would never lie to him, and he knew that deep within his heart. Of course, the ancient spirit left out the part about Bakura, the white haired boy need not know just yet who that was.

 

“Yami…” Ryou's soft voice was barely audible as he lowered it in embarrassment. Scarlet eyes reassured him no question was unnecessary and the smaller continued. “You said there were others, destined for the items…” he trailed off, not knowing why, but just knowing something was nagging him, scratching at his mind until he could get it answered.

 

The dark widened his eyes, watching as a pale hand made its way from Ryou's lap to unconsciously grasp at his shirt, right where the golden arch of the Millennium Ring would hang. “Who are they?” Chocolate eyes meekly glanced at the other, Ryou's hand fisting in the borrowed shirt, a single finger petting where the eye should have been.

 

The tricolor youth swallowed and nodded his head, wetting his lips, he parted them to answer when the smaller suddenly gasped and screeched, back arching as he held his head, eyes welded shut, fingers tangled in white locks, threatening to tear out the silvery hair if what was happening to him did not stop. “Ryou?!”

 

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~Ryou's POV~

 

Something washed over me, flooding my senses with pleasure beyond words, coming from a dark corner of my locked mind, drowning me in a single instant with wordless feelings. I felt it rush from my mind to body to the very core of my soul, a warm breath enveloping me in security and promises.

 

//RYOU!!!//

 

A voice tore through my mind, my skull feeling as though it would splinter and crack from the sheer volume of the cry, heavy and thick with need and sorrow and want and guilt and desire and sins and…

 

It hurt! Oh, gods it hurt! The voice was coarser than mine, but mine nonetheless. Choked with silent tears and hidden fears, the voice cried out to me, reaching and breaking through a barrier I did not know existed within my mind.

 

The voice, it knew me, on levels higher than that of name and birthday and favorite food. Oh no, this voice knew me on a level with no description, a level of understanding beyond words and feelings. This voice was me. Brooding and dark and far from me in every aspect I could judge of myself, this voice was my opposite, my shadowed reflection, my enemy as he was Yami's.

 

Him, it was him, that slightly taller, rougher, sinister version of me in the shattered mirror. He was the one Yami loathed and meant to harm and take revenge upon; he was the one who had done this to me…

 

As suddenly as it had occurred, appeared, and ripped through my mind, it was gone. A hushed echo of apologies and regret stirred in the now too vacant space of my mind…I missed it.

 

Missed the pain, the company, the feelings that had washed over me. I wanted it back. I wanted him back. He flickered before me, an image, a shard of a dark mirror. I reached, stretched my fingers until I was sure they would touch the ends of the earth, but not him. He was too far, too far from my grasp to touch and pull and hold and keep.

 

K-Ku…

 

I want him back.

 

Ku…

 

I need him back.

 

K-Ku…r…

 

We belong together, in a sick and twisted way, overpowering and barren of emotion, that was he as I had known him, desired him…I felt it. And that was what he cried against, the pain he had caused me, the tears he had created, the blood he had spilt.

 

R…R-Ra…

 

I don't know why, I'm confused…at a loss for reason or uncluttered thoughts, but I do know this…this voice, this other, this darker me…I will find him, I must find him, there is no room for question…he is rightfully mine, as I am his…

 

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Yami had taken the thrashing body of the smaller boy in his arms and cradled him tightly against his chest; stroking back the white bangs that stuck to the cold sweat on Ryou's forehead. He hushed and cooed and promised everything would be alright, perfectly fine, though without knowing what was happening within the smaller's mind, these words were empty of certainty.

 

Ryou shuddered violently before going slack, breathing and pulse dropping at an alarming rate before settling at something slow and quiet. Yami carefully carried the boy to his room, placing him down on the soft covers and sitting beside him. He caressed the delicate face, fingers tracing the porcelain skin and memorizing the angel.

 

The white kitten mewled, bleary eyes opening as a final shiver raced down his spine. He looked up, seeing only a shadowed form, watching, smiling, caring for him in a way he had only imagined and wished for. Ryou sighed, petit frame relaxing as he drifted on the brink of unconsciousness and smiled to himself “Kura…”

 

The tricolor youth felt his heart tighten and lurch at the name. So, it was that damned tomb robber who had harmed his precious white jewel once again? Did Bakura even know how far it had gone this time? Would he care? No…the bastard wouldn't care until Ryou's life hung on a silk thread, and even then it would only be for the dark's own interest. Without Ryou, there would be no Bakura, and that's the only reason the white haired kitten was still around, the jackass needed the hikari for his own greed filled desire to live.

 

But Ryou was no longer Bakura's, no, he was Yami's now…and the ancient spirit would see to it that it stayed that way. “Don't worry, Kitten, he won't hurt you again, I'll take care of you, for now and forever.”

 

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“What the fuck did you say?” Malik's voice dripped with venom and he quickly had the dark pinned to the ground, choking the struggling white youth with one hand as another pulled the silver hair back so the slender, pale neck was pulled taut.

 

Bakura gasped for air, lungs beginning to burn and vision becoming hazy. He clawed at the smaller's hands, body whipping about on the ground in an effort to get away. The dark hadn't realized he'd said it out loud this time, while time and again he had cried his hikari's name in his head, this time…it was an accident, a mistake, and yet one he did not regret. Maybe when Malik calmed down, thought about everything, and actually bothered to listen to Bakura, he would realize the yami meant what he had said, he wanted out, he wanted better, he wanted Ryou.

 

The Egyptian youth let go and stood, hands clenching repeatedly as he stepped away from the wheezing form at his feet. Bakura coughed and gasped, mind reeling from the sudden rush of precious air, curling in on himself from the sharp, rib snapping pain at his side. Malik sneered, kicking the youth again before dressing, leering at the broken body on his floor, toying with the desire to singe the other's hopes.

 

Lilac eyes flashed with maliciousness and he circled his prey, hissing in the pale ear and digging his nails into the snow-white flesh, dragging his hand downward so long, angry cuts bled. “Idiot.” His teeth snapped at the yami's neck, purring as he pulled away, “I do everything to help you, everything to transform your filthy ways, everything to get you to him…” Malik stood and stalked toward the door “I told you, all you had to do was keep that darling pet of yours out of your mind, out of our home, and I would protect you, keep you from punishment.”

 

Bakura's dark eyes widened, he twisted awkwardly on the ground and pushed himself up with shaky arms. He had to go, now, he had time, time before-

 

“Marik!” the smaller growled, ordered his yami to come.

 

The white haired fiend tried to stand, but just as he got his footing, something black and deadly snapped at his mind, sending him to the floor in a crumpled heap. The walls and floor and ceiling bowed, creaked, groaned in protest and submission as they were swept over by darkness. The shadows laughed, mocked, teased the weaker yami, stretching and melting and circling into one collective, rotted, deadly pit at Malik's feet.

 

The Egyptian's shadow quivered, crackling as it stood and leered at his treat. Slender jaw, sadistically violet drooped eyes, a spiky array of sun blond hair, and flesh tanned deep and dark. Marik curled his lips into a cruel grin; tongue flicking out as he silently drew closer to Bakura.

 

“Yes, Pet…” the darker yami snickered, running hot hands over the rivulets of blood on the pale dark's back “How bad has he been this time?” his voice was low and seeping with deadly games and fun.

 

“He said `Ryou' while I was pleasuring him!” Malik gritted his teeth and stepped out of the room, head snapping back before closing the door “Do with him as you will, just make sure he learns his lesson!” The door slammed shut and the heavy sound echoed for a few moments.

 

Marik smirked and grasped the white youth's chin, eyes narrowing as blood soaked thoughts rippled through his demented mind “Gladly…”

 

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