Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ For a Yami's love ❯ For a Yami's love- At the Kame Game Shop ( Chapter 4 )
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By: sexybakura2400 
Oh... things are really starting to heat up... Will Bakura do the right thing?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2007 | Updated On: 02.28.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 373 | Status: Work In Progress
Oh... things are really starting to heat up... Will Bakura do the right thing?
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2007 | Updated On: 02.28.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 373 | Status: Work In Progress
The couch was comfy, Bakura had to admit. He never thought that a couch could be so comfy. He wiggled in his seat, getting even more comfy, eyes drifting shut. Such a wonderfully comfy couch. He was jolted away however, at the kick to his feet and deep laughter.
“Don’t go to sleep damn it. You have a purpose.” Yami said, plopping his ass down on the couch next to the Tomb-robber. Bakura snorted and shook his head, eyes closing once more as he started to drift off. It was short lived when something icy was spilt into his lap. He jerked and hopped up, eyes glancing down at his crotch that was now stained with a very cold liquid. Turning his eyes over to Yami, he glared at the Pharaoh, he was smirking, mirth dancing in his eyes.
“What the fuck did you pour on me?” he hissed. An empty glass was held up for him to see.
“Water. I was going to offer it to you, but you had to go to sleep, so, why waste it by letting it get hot in the glass eh? I found good use for it after all.” A growl escaped Bakura’s parted lips.
“Asshole.” Bakura hissed, only serving to make Yami laugh again.
“Don’t be such a sore looser Bakura.”
“I hate you.”
“I know. Now, come and sit back down.”
Giving Yami a once over, Bakura slowly walked back over to the couch, sitting down on the non-wet side. They sat in silence for a moment, before Yami scooted closer. He laid his head on Bakura’s shoulder and ran his right hand up and down Bakura’s arm.
“I know it’s been a while since you’ve been with someone. I want to help.” he said.
“Trying to rape me won’t work then.” That statement pulled a laugh out of the Pharaoh.
“I wasn’t going to rape you. I wanted you to rape me.”
“What?” Bakura asked, staring down at the other as if he had lost his mind.
“You wanted me to help. I’m giving you my body for the day. You can get used to being intimate with another, so that way, it’ll be easier for you to be with Ryou and to find his…” Yami leaned up and gently bit down on Bakura’s earlobe, nibbling on it. “Weak spots.” Bakura groaned at the feeling that raced through his body, spreading like a wildfire, all pooling into one area, his crotch.
“Alright then. But I get to do whatever I feel like. No complaints out of you.” Yami nodded his head in agreement.
“No complaints. I’m here to serve you, my Pharaoh.” Yami joked.
“What fucked up world are you living in?” the spirit asked, though did not expect to receive an answer. Of course, it was hard to talk when a pair of cool, soft, wet lips found their way to his, pressing oh so gently in the most chaste of chaste kisses. Bakura had never known the Pharaoh to be so dominate in a situation such as this one. Not even back when they used to be lovers, Yami always preferred to be submissive. His logic, he once told Bakura, as that he was tired of ruling over everything. He was King over a fucking country! He just wanted, for a few precious hours of his life, let someone else be the leader.
So this was a huge shock to the once King of Thieves as nimble fingers wormed their way under his stripped shirt, touching pale skin softly. They moved up, bringing along with them the accursed shirt, that soon was taken off his body and thrown to the floor. Pale rosy nipples hardened at the chill within the room, which only served to please the other. Pushed down onto the couch, Bakura couldn’t help, but in the back of his mind think that this was wrong. He felt like his was cheating on a person he wasn’t even dating.
'Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud'
Pants, boxers, another shirt, all fell to the ground as Yami stripped them off their bodies. Plush lips connected with his neck, sucking gently, licking the skin, teasing it. Hands roamed up Bakura’s sides, caressing them, moving towards his nipples, pinching and twisting the nubs, feeling them grow harder. Lips curled into a smirk at the pain filled groan from the pale man under him.
Yami was happy, dementedly happy. After three thousand years, he was finally going to have his lover again. Yes he loved Yugi with all his heart, and though he was with the shorter hikari, his love for the ancient Tomb-Robber never died. Instead, it did the opposite, it grew, with each passing year it grew and now, it was going to be unleashed. Yami prayed and thanked every God in heaven for this chance.
Yet, he became worried as the time passed. Bakura hardly reacted to his touch, to his kisses. Pulling away from the neck, scarlet eyes stared down into crimson.
“You aren’t having second thoughts are you?” he asked softly, dismay written plainly across his face. Those beautiful crimson eyes stared at him blankly for a few moment before blinking and finally, Bakura spoke.
“This doesn’t feel right.”
If Yami wasn’t a three thousand old spirit in an artificial body the Gods granted him, he probably would have died right then in there. Instead, he had to suffer the feeling of his heart shattering into million tiny razor sharp pieces that pierced his skin, making him bleed from inside.
“W-What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.
“I mean this, us! It doesn’t feel right. I can’t do this.” he said, pushing himself up, causing the Pharaoh to fall back on the couch.
“Yes you can!”
“No I can’t!” Bakura snapped as he got up from the couch and started gathering his clothes. As he started pulling on his boxers, arms wrapped around his waist and a face nuzzled between his shoulder blades.
“Don’t go.” It was a soft whisper, but in the quiet room, it was as loud as a plane passing overhead.
“Let go.”
“Never!”
The struggle began at that word. Bakura, using his strength, managed to free himself from Yami’s arms, but that didn’t stop the stubborn Pharaoh from attaching himself to another part of the paler one’s body.
'Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice sayin’ my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak'
“Yami, if you don’t let go of my leg right-”
“Don’t go Bakura!”
Bakura didn’t want to look. He had, through this whole fiasco, kept himself from looking at the other yami. But the voice he heard, it coaxed him into looking. Crystal droplets fell from tan cheeks, and Bakura felt something in his heart break. In all his years of knowing the Great Pharaoh Atemu, he had never seen him cry, yet here the man was crying, clutching onto his leg, crying, begging him not to leave. It confused the thief to no end, to know that Yami still loved him, even though both had moved on with their lives, found other people. It was so confusing.
Biting his lip, and against his better judgment, Bakura knelt down next to the fallen spirit. Examining the other for a moment, Bakura took Yami into his arms and hugged him.
“Don’t cry.” it was a whisper, an very awkward whisper. Bakura wasn’t the type to comfort or say any kind words to anyone, not even a lover. It was so new to him, it frightened him, he was torn between running away and hiding, or killing something. Of course, Bakura was never one to run and hide, and the only person there to kill was Yami, and even though he had grudge against him, he would never harm the Pharaoh.
Slender arms wrapped around Bakura’s neck, pulling himself closer to the other, nuzzling the tender neck, whipping his tears away on the skin.
“Don’t go. Please, just this once, let me have you again.” he whispered hoarsely. He took in a deep breath to keep himself calm, to hold back the new tears, to keep his voice under control. “I’ve missed you. I want you, just one more time.”
The hold around his waist tightened as Bakura closed his crimson eyes, mind weighing his options. His rational and irrational sides were raging in war, and soon, his irrational side won. Throwing caution, and the funny feeling in the back of his mind, to the wind, Bakura laid the ancient Pharaoh down onto the floor, his strong, lean frame, hovering above him.
'And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue'
Crimson stared into scarlet, and an unspoken connection came into play as pale rosy lips pressed against, plush pink ones. Hands came up, grasping strong shoulders as lips moved together, moans and purrs emanating from the bodies. Legs wrapped themselves around Bakura’s waist, hips thrusting up, creating long missed friction. Bakura’s hand came down and pressed against Yami’s hips, pushing them back down onto the floor, holding him in place, as his lips disconnected from those of the Pharaoh.
“Just this once.” he whispered, pulling away from the body. Hooking his thumbs into his boxers, he slowly started to remove the material from his being.
'Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice sayin my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak'
A gasp was heard, followed closely by another one. Both men looked up, eyes locking with two wide-eyed hikaris.
“Y-Yugi!” Yami cried out in astonishment. Bakura could only stare at Ryou, his light seemed dazed as he continued to stare at the two yamis.
It was a showdown, and no one seemed to be willing to move for a while. But finally, unable to bare the scene any longer, Yugi turned and ran up the stairs that sat right next to the TV.
“Aibou!!” Yami called out, detangling himself from Bakura. In a rush, he managed to pull on his boxers before taking off after his hikari.
“Ry-” but the albino light was gone.
'And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel'
Outside, it was cold. It was fucking freezing really. The wind blew harshly, which wasn’t helping to ease the nearly naked spirit that was chasing after his light. Overhead, dark, unruly clouds threatened to spill forth their wrath.
“Ryou!” Bakura shouted out. The boy in front of him never ceased in his running, and by Ra, Bakura had never seen his hikari run so fast in his life.
“Ryou stop!” Still the little one did not relent on his running. If it weren’t for whatever was sticking up from the sidewalk, tripping Ryou, Bakura may have never caught up with his light.
Bakura stopped next to the fallen Ryou, kneeling down to check his light and to explain his earlier seeing.
“Ryou, are you alright?” he asked, hands reaching out to brush off the dirt from Ryou’s perfect, beautiful face.
Ryou slapped the hands away and glared at his yami. “Don’t touch me with those-those filthy hands!” Bakura was taken aback by his hikari’s harsh words.
“Ryou, let me explain-”
“Explain what? It shouldn’t matter if you want Yami. I mean, you told me before that he and you were-were” the sentence trailed off as small sniffles escaped from Ryou’s lips.
'It's really good to hear your voice sayin my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak'
Bakura felt his heart break, again. Why couldn’t he do anything right anymore. First he hurt Yami, and now Ryou. He bit his lip and brushed Ryou’s bangs out of his face.
“Ryou, I don’t want Yami. I never wanted Yami. We’re over.”
“You don’t have to lie to me Bakura. It’s none of my business.” Ryou said, slowly standing up. After brushing the dirt off his clothes, pushed his stray strands of silvery hair behind his ears. “I’m the hikari. It’s my job t make sure you have a home to live in, food on the table, and a bed to sleep in.” Giving Bakura one more glance, he turned and started walking down the sidewalk, though he didn’t make it two steps before he fell onto the ground, a shout of pain escaping his lips.
'And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel'
“Ryou!” Bakura was next to him in a flash, cradling the fallen boy in his arms. “Are you alright?” he asked. Chocolate brown eyes stared up at the man before glancing down at his legs, a patch of dark red forming on his pants, just under his knee.
“I cut my leg.” was the hoarse reply that came, small droplets of tears running down Ryou’s cheeks. Bakura brushed the back of his hand against Ryou’s cheek, whipping away the tears.
“I’ll carry you home.” There was a brief pause, and then Ryou nodded his consent. Slender arms wrapped around Bakura’s neck as the darkness stood up, his light comfortably in his arms, and he started the long trek home.
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
“You know, I’m really not interested in Yami. But someone else.”
“Should I care?”
“You will soon Ryou, you will soon.”
'Honey why you calling me so late?'
“Don’t go to sleep damn it. You have a purpose.” Yami said, plopping his ass down on the couch next to the Tomb-robber. Bakura snorted and shook his head, eyes closing once more as he started to drift off. It was short lived when something icy was spilt into his lap. He jerked and hopped up, eyes glancing down at his crotch that was now stained with a very cold liquid. Turning his eyes over to Yami, he glared at the Pharaoh, he was smirking, mirth dancing in his eyes.
“What the fuck did you pour on me?” he hissed. An empty glass was held up for him to see.
“Water. I was going to offer it to you, but you had to go to sleep, so, why waste it by letting it get hot in the glass eh? I found good use for it after all.” A growl escaped Bakura’s parted lips.
“Asshole.” Bakura hissed, only serving to make Yami laugh again.
“Don’t be such a sore looser Bakura.”
“I hate you.”
“I know. Now, come and sit back down.”
Giving Yami a once over, Bakura slowly walked back over to the couch, sitting down on the non-wet side. They sat in silence for a moment, before Yami scooted closer. He laid his head on Bakura’s shoulder and ran his right hand up and down Bakura’s arm.
“I know it’s been a while since you’ve been with someone. I want to help.” he said.
“Trying to rape me won’t work then.” That statement pulled a laugh out of the Pharaoh.
“I wasn’t going to rape you. I wanted you to rape me.”
“What?” Bakura asked, staring down at the other as if he had lost his mind.
“You wanted me to help. I’m giving you my body for the day. You can get used to being intimate with another, so that way, it’ll be easier for you to be with Ryou and to find his…” Yami leaned up and gently bit down on Bakura’s earlobe, nibbling on it. “Weak spots.” Bakura groaned at the feeling that raced through his body, spreading like a wildfire, all pooling into one area, his crotch.
“Alright then. But I get to do whatever I feel like. No complaints out of you.” Yami nodded his head in agreement.
“No complaints. I’m here to serve you, my Pharaoh.” Yami joked.
“What fucked up world are you living in?” the spirit asked, though did not expect to receive an answer. Of course, it was hard to talk when a pair of cool, soft, wet lips found their way to his, pressing oh so gently in the most chaste of chaste kisses. Bakura had never known the Pharaoh to be so dominate in a situation such as this one. Not even back when they used to be lovers, Yami always preferred to be submissive. His logic, he once told Bakura, as that he was tired of ruling over everything. He was King over a fucking country! He just wanted, for a few precious hours of his life, let someone else be the leader.
So this was a huge shock to the once King of Thieves as nimble fingers wormed their way under his stripped shirt, touching pale skin softly. They moved up, bringing along with them the accursed shirt, that soon was taken off his body and thrown to the floor. Pale rosy nipples hardened at the chill within the room, which only served to please the other. Pushed down onto the couch, Bakura couldn’t help, but in the back of his mind think that this was wrong. He felt like his was cheating on a person he wasn’t even dating.
'Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud'
Pants, boxers, another shirt, all fell to the ground as Yami stripped them off their bodies. Plush lips connected with his neck, sucking gently, licking the skin, teasing it. Hands roamed up Bakura’s sides, caressing them, moving towards his nipples, pinching and twisting the nubs, feeling them grow harder. Lips curled into a smirk at the pain filled groan from the pale man under him.
Yami was happy, dementedly happy. After three thousand years, he was finally going to have his lover again. Yes he loved Yugi with all his heart, and though he was with the shorter hikari, his love for the ancient Tomb-Robber never died. Instead, it did the opposite, it grew, with each passing year it grew and now, it was going to be unleashed. Yami prayed and thanked every God in heaven for this chance.
Yet, he became worried as the time passed. Bakura hardly reacted to his touch, to his kisses. Pulling away from the neck, scarlet eyes stared down into crimson.
“You aren’t having second thoughts are you?” he asked softly, dismay written plainly across his face. Those beautiful crimson eyes stared at him blankly for a few moment before blinking and finally, Bakura spoke.
“This doesn’t feel right.”
If Yami wasn’t a three thousand old spirit in an artificial body the Gods granted him, he probably would have died right then in there. Instead, he had to suffer the feeling of his heart shattering into million tiny razor sharp pieces that pierced his skin, making him bleed from inside.
“W-What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.
“I mean this, us! It doesn’t feel right. I can’t do this.” he said, pushing himself up, causing the Pharaoh to fall back on the couch.
“Yes you can!”
“No I can’t!” Bakura snapped as he got up from the couch and started gathering his clothes. As he started pulling on his boxers, arms wrapped around his waist and a face nuzzled between his shoulder blades.
“Don’t go.” It was a soft whisper, but in the quiet room, it was as loud as a plane passing overhead.
“Let go.”
“Never!”
The struggle began at that word. Bakura, using his strength, managed to free himself from Yami’s arms, but that didn’t stop the stubborn Pharaoh from attaching himself to another part of the paler one’s body.
'Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice sayin’ my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak'
“Yami, if you don’t let go of my leg right-”
“Don’t go Bakura!”
Bakura didn’t want to look. He had, through this whole fiasco, kept himself from looking at the other yami. But the voice he heard, it coaxed him into looking. Crystal droplets fell from tan cheeks, and Bakura felt something in his heart break. In all his years of knowing the Great Pharaoh Atemu, he had never seen him cry, yet here the man was crying, clutching onto his leg, crying, begging him not to leave. It confused the thief to no end, to know that Yami still loved him, even though both had moved on with their lives, found other people. It was so confusing.
Biting his lip, and against his better judgment, Bakura knelt down next to the fallen spirit. Examining the other for a moment, Bakura took Yami into his arms and hugged him.
“Don’t cry.” it was a whisper, an very awkward whisper. Bakura wasn’t the type to comfort or say any kind words to anyone, not even a lover. It was so new to him, it frightened him, he was torn between running away and hiding, or killing something. Of course, Bakura was never one to run and hide, and the only person there to kill was Yami, and even though he had grudge against him, he would never harm the Pharaoh.
Slender arms wrapped around Bakura’s neck, pulling himself closer to the other, nuzzling the tender neck, whipping his tears away on the skin.
“Don’t go. Please, just this once, let me have you again.” he whispered hoarsely. He took in a deep breath to keep himself calm, to hold back the new tears, to keep his voice under control. “I’ve missed you. I want you, just one more time.”
The hold around his waist tightened as Bakura closed his crimson eyes, mind weighing his options. His rational and irrational sides were raging in war, and soon, his irrational side won. Throwing caution, and the funny feeling in the back of his mind, to the wind, Bakura laid the ancient Pharaoh down onto the floor, his strong, lean frame, hovering above him.
'And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue'
Crimson stared into scarlet, and an unspoken connection came into play as pale rosy lips pressed against, plush pink ones. Hands came up, grasping strong shoulders as lips moved together, moans and purrs emanating from the bodies. Legs wrapped themselves around Bakura’s waist, hips thrusting up, creating long missed friction. Bakura’s hand came down and pressed against Yami’s hips, pushing them back down onto the floor, holding him in place, as his lips disconnected from those of the Pharaoh.
“Just this once.” he whispered, pulling away from the body. Hooking his thumbs into his boxers, he slowly started to remove the material from his being.
'Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice sayin my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak'
A gasp was heard, followed closely by another one. Both men looked up, eyes locking with two wide-eyed hikaris.
“Y-Yugi!” Yami cried out in astonishment. Bakura could only stare at Ryou, his light seemed dazed as he continued to stare at the two yamis.
It was a showdown, and no one seemed to be willing to move for a while. But finally, unable to bare the scene any longer, Yugi turned and ran up the stairs that sat right next to the TV.
“Aibou!!” Yami called out, detangling himself from Bakura. In a rush, he managed to pull on his boxers before taking off after his hikari.
“Ry-” but the albino light was gone.
'And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel'
Outside, it was cold. It was fucking freezing really. The wind blew harshly, which wasn’t helping to ease the nearly naked spirit that was chasing after his light. Overhead, dark, unruly clouds threatened to spill forth their wrath.
“Ryou!” Bakura shouted out. The boy in front of him never ceased in his running, and by Ra, Bakura had never seen his hikari run so fast in his life.
“Ryou stop!” Still the little one did not relent on his running. If it weren’t for whatever was sticking up from the sidewalk, tripping Ryou, Bakura may have never caught up with his light.
Bakura stopped next to the fallen Ryou, kneeling down to check his light and to explain his earlier seeing.
“Ryou, are you alright?” he asked, hands reaching out to brush off the dirt from Ryou’s perfect, beautiful face.
Ryou slapped the hands away and glared at his yami. “Don’t touch me with those-those filthy hands!” Bakura was taken aback by his hikari’s harsh words.
“Ryou, let me explain-”
“Explain what? It shouldn’t matter if you want Yami. I mean, you told me before that he and you were-were” the sentence trailed off as small sniffles escaped from Ryou’s lips.
'It's really good to hear your voice sayin my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak'
Bakura felt his heart break, again. Why couldn’t he do anything right anymore. First he hurt Yami, and now Ryou. He bit his lip and brushed Ryou’s bangs out of his face.
“Ryou, I don’t want Yami. I never wanted Yami. We’re over.”
“You don’t have to lie to me Bakura. It’s none of my business.” Ryou said, slowly standing up. After brushing the dirt off his clothes, pushed his stray strands of silvery hair behind his ears. “I’m the hikari. It’s my job t make sure you have a home to live in, food on the table, and a bed to sleep in.” Giving Bakura one more glance, he turned and started walking down the sidewalk, though he didn’t make it two steps before he fell onto the ground, a shout of pain escaping his lips.
'And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel'
“Ryou!” Bakura was next to him in a flash, cradling the fallen boy in his arms. “Are you alright?” he asked. Chocolate brown eyes stared up at the man before glancing down at his legs, a patch of dark red forming on his pants, just under his knee.
“I cut my leg.” was the hoarse reply that came, small droplets of tears running down Ryou’s cheeks. Bakura brushed the back of his hand against Ryou’s cheek, whipping away the tears.
“I’ll carry you home.” There was a brief pause, and then Ryou nodded his consent. Slender arms wrapped around Bakura’s neck as the darkness stood up, his light comfortably in his arms, and he started the long trek home.
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
“You know, I’m really not interested in Yami. But someone else.”
“Should I care?”
“You will soon Ryou, you will soon.”
'Honey why you calling me so late?'