Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ High School Never Ends ❯ Friends and Princesses ( Chapter 4 )
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By: SetoKaiba'sShowGirl 
Bakura's nervous...Yami and Yugi are aroused...Ryou's anxious...Bakura finds his princess
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.07.2008 | Updated On: 01.07.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 336 | Status: Work In Progress
Bakura's nervous...Yami and Yugi are aroused...Ryou's anxious...Bakura finds his princess
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.07.2008 | Updated On: 01.07.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 336 | Status: Work In Progress
Okay, here is the next chappie. It’s getting kinda sappy, but I actually quite like this chapter. It got some underlying angst init, but don’t worry. I won’t stay like that for long.
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh © would I be writing this, hell no. This would be Yu-Gi-Oh ©
Warnings: Cussing, Sexual Innuendo.
High School Never Ends
By SetoKaiba’sShowGirl
Chapter 4: Friends and Princesses
Bakura was outside, what should be, Ryou’s house. He checked his watch, rolling up a red sleeve. 7:45, 15 minutes early. ‘Shit, I can’t seem too eager, I better just wait around.’ The bassist thought while checking out his appearance in his car window. He reached up to his hair, fluffing it up, just to make it lie flat again. He had spent half an hour in front of the mirror in his bathroom, making his hair lie flat, just to keep spiking it up again. He had then spent a further 30 minutes deciding what to wear, then picking three different outfits. Then, picking the one that looked like he hadn’t bothered. Bakura continued to look at his reflection, making sure he looked perfect, but not like he made an effort. His face scrunched in to a frown, as he picked at his shirt collar. He had abandoned the leather pants in favor of a pair of tight black jeans that flared at the bottom slightly, showing his usual boots. His top half was decorated with a red dress shirt that was pattered in black spots. His sleeves were rolled up to show the black sweatband on his left wrist, and the silver bracelet on the other. He had got his sister to paint his nails, just to chip them, so they didn’t look like he had done it on purpose. ‘I should have worn the black shirt, this one looks too dressy.’ Bakura thought to himself as he flattened it against his body. ‘I hope he likes it…why the fuck am I doubting myself, I never doubt myself.’ Bakura straightened his posture. Then proceeded to slouch for effect, a hand on his hip, a knee slightly bent, a smirk on his features. ‘Now that’s better, you’re sexy. You know you’re fucking sexy. So act fucking sexy. He’ll be eating out the palm of your hand, or somewhere else, in no time.’ His smirk increased slightly, then faltered completely. He shock his head and snapped back at the voice in his head, ‘I don’t want him to be eating out of anywhere yet. I want to get to know Ryou, and you are not helping. Making me think about such, sinful things.’ Bakura said to Bakura. ‘You know you want to,’ Bakura replied to himself. ‘Of course I do, I’m a healthy teenage boy. I just don’t want to do it right now. Later, when he’s ready.’ Bakura snorted in his head in reply to that comment. His mental devil having a backlash before fading away, ‘Fucking pussy.’
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Yugi stared at the man his leg was still wrapped around. He stared into the blood red eyes of his captive. The red pupils burning in to his very soul, looking through him. He held the gaze, looking in to the man’s very mind. Crimson and Amethyst were locked, as they looked in to each others souls. Yugi now knew that Yami intentions with him were pure, he did not just want his body, but his soul and mind too. Yami could see the reason Yugi said no to him, he was scared. Just a scared little boy with a fragile heart that could break. Yugi removed his leg from Yami and stepped away, still staring at the man in front of him. He titled his head down, not being able to look at that penetrative stare any longer. He turned and moved over to the CD player that was still jumping. He flipped the CD, quickly changing to something else before turning back to the male. The biggest smile he could muster on his face, masking the churning in his heart and mind.
“I didn’t know you knew where I lived, Yami,” Yugi said the smile still on his features, “What a pleasant surprise.”
Yami was shocked, he had basically physically abused the poor boy, and he was standing there like it had never happened, “Marik told me where you lived. Yugi I think we need to talk about this.”
The smile wavered for the briefest second, “About what Yami?”
“How we basically molested each other to a dancehall track.”
Yugi’s smile didn’t waver this time, “It was just a dance Yami, don’t worry about it.”
Yami blinked, then blinked again, “That bulge in your trousers is telling me otherwise.”
Yugi’s smile vanished, “What to you mean?”
Yugi’s voice was ice. It chilled Yami to the core. why was Yugi acting like that? It was confusing Yami to the limit. Couldn’t they just get along, maybe even be friends? Sure Yami liked Yugi, really liked Yugi, but he could deal with it. As long as they could still be friends. Still be in contact with each other.
“It doesn’t matter little one,” Yami said. “It’s just that you have an erection, and I have an erection, caused by us dancing in a sensual manner. It’s no big deal.”
Yugi blushed, but was enraged. How dare he tell him how aroused he was. “How dare you tell me how aroused I am. Trying to use carelessness, to prove a point!” Yugi screamed.
Yami's eyebrows rose, “You aren’t aroused?”
“Did I say that, I said how dare you try to tell me what I feel!”
“I’m telling you how you feel, because I know how you feel. I know you do, you are just hiding from it, because for some reason you think you should. I like you. You like me. So come on, just go out with me.” Yami said all of this while slowly advancing on the smaller male, he was now 6” in front of him. Looking at him with a slight smile on his face. “What do you say?”
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Ryou lay on his bed still, it was 8:03pm. Ryou kept trying to tell himself he wasn’t worried. Bakura was only 3 minutes late, no big deal, right. Right? Then why did he feel like his heart was screaming with every minute that had passed. He was only 3 minutes late. Traffic could be bad. 3 minutes is nothing. 180 seconds. 180,000 milliseconds. He so wanted to pick up the discarded phone and call him. Asking him why he was late? Why he wasn’t with him? Shit, he needed to relax. Then again Malik's warnings were spinning through his head. If Bakura wanted him just for that, why bother taking him on a date. His first date. Maybe that was all part of the plan, butter him up. Lure him in to a false sense of security, just to fuck him. Ryou didn’t think he would be able to take it, if that was Bakura’s true intentions. Ryou looked at the clock again. 8:07pm. Bakura was 7 minutes late. 420 seconds late. 420,000 milliseconds. Not very long. Not even 1% of Ryou’s life span, yet he was panicking. What if he wasn’t coming? What if he didn’t like him at all? What if he didn’t even want him for sex? Didn’t want to know him, full stop. Bakura was 11 minutes late. 660 seconds. 660,000 milliseconds. Ra, he couldn’t take this. He got up to go to the bathroom. To feel the tears run from his eyes. When had he started crying? Why was he crying? He looked in to the mirror on his dressing table. He had tear tracks down his face. His white shirt had slight wet patches on it, and his hair was a mess. Now he kinda of hoped Bakura didn’t show up.
DING DONG.
Fuck.
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Bakura stood on Ryou’s front step. He had finally gained the courage to press the Ra forsaken bell. It had been taunting him for the past 15 minutes, but finally, he had pressed it. He stood there waiting for the object of his affections to come down and open the door. That’s right, you heard it, the object of his affections. Bakura realized he liked the boy, not just lusted after him. In the past 26 minutes he had stood there he had realized it. He was nervous, he was never nervous. Going on stage, he wasn’t nervous. Taking a test, he wasn’t nervous. So why should he be for a silly little date, unless it was because of the person the date was with. He heard footsteps on the stairs before a smiling Ryou answered the door. Bakura had to stop himself from pouncing on the boy. He wasn’t wearing anything seductive or provocative, but for some reason, to Bakura anyway, Ryou standing there with a smile on his face turned him on. Dressed in a casual pair of blue jeans and sneakers, topped with a baby blue dress shirt, made him horny. How was he going to get through the night, without jumping the boy?
“Hiya,” Ryou said with a smile and a wave, “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine babe,” Bakura said with his usual smirk in place. He had his mind under control. Just because he felt for the youth didn’t mean he had to act like an idiot, “Sorry I’m a bit late, I had to try and pick a flower as beautiful as you.” ‘That sounded so fucking corny, you baka. Like he’s going to fall for something like that.’
Ryou blushed, did he really mean that? He reached his hand out and took the lily. It truly was gorgeous. In full bloom, with its white petals in perfect formation, “Thank you,” Ryou said, “You didn’t have to.”
Bakura waved it off, “It’s nothing, you ready?”
Ryou nodded and placed the lily in a nearby vase. He grabbed his wallet and keys. He turned to Bakura when he had locked the door and smiled. He was happier then he should be. If Bakura was playing him, he didn’t mind, he would enjoy his first date. ‘I don’t care if he is using me, I'll just stop it if it gets too far. I just want to enjoy my time with him.’ Ryou thought to himself as he got into Bakura’s black convertible. The same make as his very own.
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Yugi stared at Yami for what seemed like the longest time. He had heard what Yami had to say. And every word of it was true. He did like him, was aroused by him, and it wasn’t mere lust either. He wanted to feel Yami’s mind, body and soul. He wanted to go out with the male. Mark the male as his, with a big sign saying, ‘Back off bitch he’s mine’ To have himself be marked by Yami. But he was scared. He had been hurt by to many to be hurt by someone he liked. After Kaiba. No he would not think about it. Kaiba and Yami were so alike. Attractive, composed, sophisticated for someone of only 18. Calm, relaxed, dark, arrogant and intelligent. He didn’t need another Kaiba in his life, he was fucked up enough by that little episode. He didn’t need to be more fucked up.
“I can’t,” Yugi whispered tears coming from his eyes.
“Why?” Yami questioned, coming closer. The gap between them diminishing.
“I just can’t,” The tears were flowing freely from the twin jewels.
“Why?” Yami questioned again, his arms slipping around the boy’s waist. Pulling him into a loving embrace. To comfort him, to protect him. no lustful intent, just comfort.
“I can’t, be hurt again,” Yugi shifted, pulling himself more into Yami. He was sure his tears were staining Yami’s shirt, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
Yami pulled Yugi slightly away, just enough to look in the boys face, “Are my advances really hurting you so?”
Yugi said nothing. What could he really say. They were killing him, because he so wanted to be with Yami. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to be hurt again. He didn’t want to be hurt again, by someone he cared for. Someone who he might just love.
Yami took his silence as an affirmative. He was hurting him. Yami didn’t want to hurt the younger male in his arms. He had an unmistakable pull to protect the boy. What he was going to say next would hurt him. But it needed to, it was the only way. “Okay Yugi, I’ll stop.”
Yugi’s head snapped up. The tears still in his eyes, “Really?”
Yami nodded and smiled slightly, “Really.”
Yugi smiled and pulled Yami into the hug tighter, “Thank you, friends?”
“Friends.”
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Bakura pulled over. They were outside one of the best places in Japan. Bakura loved this place, he just hoped Ryou did too. It was a big shopping district situated in the heart of the small town of domino. There was a fishing lock directly in the middle. No more used for fishing, just for shopping and entertainment. There was an outdoor and indoor market. Housing stall upon stall of vendors, all selling jewelry and accessories. Hundreds of shops selling all manner of clothing, from Goth to emo. All very lucrative, and sort after. You could only get these things from Domino Lock. Ryou stared in awe at the place, never having been to this part of domino. He had only moved recently. So the places he had seen were the school, club skunk, and some shops that he had to go to for necessity. He looked around the shops in the setting sun. All were beginning to turn on lights as night crept in. He looked around, spinning on the spot like a little kid, trying to take everything in. Bakura was watching the sight with mirth in his eyes. He knew why he liked Ryou. That life, that innocence. It just made Bakura want to smile and hug the little one senseless, screaming to the world that Ryou was his. So Bakura decided to do just that, but in a more controlled sense. He walked around the car, slipping his arms around the amazed platinum blonde. Ryou looked up at Bakura, a blush heating his cheeks.
“You like, little one?” Bakura questioned.
“The hug or here?” Ryou said, a slight smile on his features.
“Both.”
“I like both.”
Bakura let go of the boy and decided to just hold his hand as he started walking up the road taking Ryou to various shops.
Ryou stared at the plate of food in front of him. Bakura was talking to the man who owned the restaurant about something or other. Ryou was slowly warming up to the cuddly Bakura. It was quite unnerving, but on the other hand quite endearing. He had marched him down the road, dragging him to various shops, dragging him to the changing rooms and throwing him. Quite unceremoniously, in a cubicle, with various outfits. Ryou basically played model and Bakura would buy him what ever looked best. So now Ryou sat there with bag upon bag around him. Two plates on the table, one his, one Bakura’s. He pondered on the night. It was now coming on to eleven o’clock and no shop was closing. It was the night life of domino. Bakura had been sweet, even out of character. Was this all part of the plan. Butter him up, to have sex with him? To take his innocence? It was a good plan, and if Ryou wasn’t so on guard, because of Malik’s warnings, he would have fell for it. He did nothing sexual except hold his hand and tell him how beautiful he looked in the outfit, but Ryou was on constant guard. Was this what he did to Joey? Was this what he did to numerous others? Bakura came back to the table, a slight smile on his face.
“Missed me?” He question as he sat back in his seat.
Ryou smiled and went back to eating. If this was part of the plan, it was a very good plan. He took a bite of his food and nearly chocked. What was that sliding up his leg. Teasing with skill. Ryou looked up into the eyes of his date, to see him looking at his food. Like nothing was happening. Ryou tried to see if any of the other people could be the ones doing it. Nope, all the other tables were to far away. He went back to eating when he thought it had stopped, he was wrong. The foot journeyed from ankle to knee, stroking, petting. Ryou left the leg be, it was harmless flirting, kinda sexual, but not so to send of alarm bells. He continued eating, trying to ignore the persistent leg. It was getting very hard seeing as the leg was moving steadily higher up his leg. This must be part of the plan. He really is a trying to use me for sex. The foot continued its journey till it hit Ryou’s groin. That was it.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” Ryou screamed, jumping out of his seat.
Bakura stared at his date, a shocked expression on his face. He quickly masked it and crossed his arms over his chest, “Nothing.”
“THEN WHAT THE FUCK WAS YOUR FOOT TRYING TO DO?!”
“I don’t know. I ask.” Bakura said leaning back in the seat. Not even bothered by his date’s bitch fit.
“YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE. THIS WAS ALL PART OF YOUR PLAN WASN’T IT?!”
Bakura stood as well, glaring at the boy in front of him, “What fucking plan?!” His voice was venomous, yet controlled.
“TO SLEEP WITH ME, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” Ryou screamed as tears ran down his face. This is what he didn’t want. He didn’t want Bakura to see his weakness. He didn’t want Bakura to notice that he wasn’t wearing his mask.
“You think I have a plan to sleep with you?” Bakura asked, truly curious. Also wondering why little Ryou was crying while he seemed truly outraged.
“Yes!” Ryou’s voice had leveled out, but it was still higher then the norm.
“You think I just want to sleep with you? Fine. If you think that, then fuck off.”
Ryou stared at the man in front of him. Was he serious? Yes, he was. But why did Ryou hear pain in his voice.
Bakura turned a glare at him. Chilling Ryou to the spot. “Did you not hear what I said. I said FUCK OFF!”
Ryou didn’t need to be telling twice, he took off.
He didn’t know how long he ran for, he just ran. Running away from everything. His pain, Bakura’s anger, his tears, himself. He couldn’t hold the tears that streaked down his face, clouding his vision. He didn’t want Bakura to be mad at him. He had just reacted, throwing up his defenses. He knew that he had gone a bit over the top, and he hated himself for it. He had ruined his chance with him, over some harmless flirting. He stopped as he reached Domino Bridge. He walked along it, crying out at the unfairness of the world. Why did he have to react like that? He turned to look at the skyline. It was quite beautiful at this time of night. A perfect dark blue, stars shining. Silhouettes of building masking the line. Ryou took in deep breaths as he relaxed himself. Making sure he could stop his crying. Making sure he would be able to cover the pain in his chest. It would be easier if Bakura had caused him to feel this pain, but it wasn’t. it was himself.
“Ryou?”
Ryou turned at the sound of his name, and he nearly started crying again. He stood there in his tight black jeans, red and black shirt, and tousled o perfection hair. He turned away from Bakura looking back at the skyline. He heard the sound of footsteps coming up to him, but continued his silent viewing.
“I’m sorry.”
Ryou’s head snapped up at the words, “What do you have to be sorry about. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have shouted.”
“No,” Bakura dropped the numerous bags he was carrying to the ground. He turned to Ryou, gripping his shoulders to turn him toward himself. “It’s not your fault. I did it, and I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Bakura looked directly into the brown eyes he felt he was going to fall into. “But I am. I’m a fucking prick. I just thought it would get you to blush. I love seeing you blush, but it didn’t so I took it a step further, I’m a fuck-tard.”
Ryou smiled slightly, “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to explode, but after everything everyone’s been telling me. I just didn’t let my guard down.”
Bakura nodded, “I really am not trying to sleep with you Ryou.” Ryou gave him a confused, yet slightly hurt look. “Well I am.” He shuddered. Ryou looked even more hurt. “I mean I’m not, I am, but I’m. Why I did fuck did I put myself in this situation. I mean.” He let out a great puff of air, “Look I like you. I don’t usually like people. I just want to fuck them. Technically this is my first date. So I don’t know what to do. I like you. It isn’t a plan to get you into bed, and leave you. I like you, I want to.” He gulped, “I want you to be my boyfriend.”
Ryou smiled, placing his two fingers under Bakura’s chin, making him look up from his examination of the ground. He looked in to the deep brown eyes. Bakura looked confused, hurt and most of all genuine. Ryou’s smile grew, maybe this wasn’t such a bad date after all, “I would love to be your boyfriend Bakura.”
Bakura visibly relaxed, “I’m sorry for telling you to fuck off too.”
“It’s okay,” Ryou said as he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. Bakura’s coming around his waist.
Bakura smirked, “Isn’t this where I get to kiss the princess?”
Ryou giggled slightly, “I don’t know about that. Would you settle for a prince?”
Bakura looked mock thoughtful for a second, making Ryou giggle, “I think I could live with that.” Both boys leaned forward, and their lips met.
To be continued…
Okay, I told you. It’s fluff central. I quite liked it though. I didn’t know I could even write fluff. It’s fun. Well next chappie will be a lemon, but not who you think. See Ya. Tell me what you think and press that little thing saying, ‘Submit Review.’
Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-Gi-Oh © would I be writing this, hell no. This would be Yu-Gi-Oh ©
Warnings: Cussing, Sexual Innuendo.
High School Never Ends
By SetoKaiba’sShowGirl
Chapter 4: Friends and Princesses
Bakura was outside, what should be, Ryou’s house. He checked his watch, rolling up a red sleeve. 7:45, 15 minutes early. ‘Shit, I can’t seem too eager, I better just wait around.’ The bassist thought while checking out his appearance in his car window. He reached up to his hair, fluffing it up, just to make it lie flat again. He had spent half an hour in front of the mirror in his bathroom, making his hair lie flat, just to keep spiking it up again. He had then spent a further 30 minutes deciding what to wear, then picking three different outfits. Then, picking the one that looked like he hadn’t bothered. Bakura continued to look at his reflection, making sure he looked perfect, but not like he made an effort. His face scrunched in to a frown, as he picked at his shirt collar. He had abandoned the leather pants in favor of a pair of tight black jeans that flared at the bottom slightly, showing his usual boots. His top half was decorated with a red dress shirt that was pattered in black spots. His sleeves were rolled up to show the black sweatband on his left wrist, and the silver bracelet on the other. He had got his sister to paint his nails, just to chip them, so they didn’t look like he had done it on purpose. ‘I should have worn the black shirt, this one looks too dressy.’ Bakura thought to himself as he flattened it against his body. ‘I hope he likes it…why the fuck am I doubting myself, I never doubt myself.’ Bakura straightened his posture. Then proceeded to slouch for effect, a hand on his hip, a knee slightly bent, a smirk on his features. ‘Now that’s better, you’re sexy. You know you’re fucking sexy. So act fucking sexy. He’ll be eating out the palm of your hand, or somewhere else, in no time.’ His smirk increased slightly, then faltered completely. He shock his head and snapped back at the voice in his head, ‘I don’t want him to be eating out of anywhere yet. I want to get to know Ryou, and you are not helping. Making me think about such, sinful things.’ Bakura said to Bakura. ‘You know you want to,’ Bakura replied to himself. ‘Of course I do, I’m a healthy teenage boy. I just don’t want to do it right now. Later, when he’s ready.’ Bakura snorted in his head in reply to that comment. His mental devil having a backlash before fading away, ‘Fucking pussy.’
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Yugi stared at the man his leg was still wrapped around. He stared into the blood red eyes of his captive. The red pupils burning in to his very soul, looking through him. He held the gaze, looking in to the man’s very mind. Crimson and Amethyst were locked, as they looked in to each others souls. Yugi now knew that Yami intentions with him were pure, he did not just want his body, but his soul and mind too. Yami could see the reason Yugi said no to him, he was scared. Just a scared little boy with a fragile heart that could break. Yugi removed his leg from Yami and stepped away, still staring at the man in front of him. He titled his head down, not being able to look at that penetrative stare any longer. He turned and moved over to the CD player that was still jumping. He flipped the CD, quickly changing to something else before turning back to the male. The biggest smile he could muster on his face, masking the churning in his heart and mind.
“I didn’t know you knew where I lived, Yami,” Yugi said the smile still on his features, “What a pleasant surprise.”
Yami was shocked, he had basically physically abused the poor boy, and he was standing there like it had never happened, “Marik told me where you lived. Yugi I think we need to talk about this.”
The smile wavered for the briefest second, “About what Yami?”
“How we basically molested each other to a dancehall track.”
Yugi’s smile didn’t waver this time, “It was just a dance Yami, don’t worry about it.”
Yami blinked, then blinked again, “That bulge in your trousers is telling me otherwise.”
Yugi’s smile vanished, “What to you mean?”
Yugi’s voice was ice. It chilled Yami to the core. why was Yugi acting like that? It was confusing Yami to the limit. Couldn’t they just get along, maybe even be friends? Sure Yami liked Yugi, really liked Yugi, but he could deal with it. As long as they could still be friends. Still be in contact with each other.
“It doesn’t matter little one,” Yami said. “It’s just that you have an erection, and I have an erection, caused by us dancing in a sensual manner. It’s no big deal.”
Yugi blushed, but was enraged. How dare he tell him how aroused he was. “How dare you tell me how aroused I am. Trying to use carelessness, to prove a point!” Yugi screamed.
Yami's eyebrows rose, “You aren’t aroused?”
“Did I say that, I said how dare you try to tell me what I feel!”
“I’m telling you how you feel, because I know how you feel. I know you do, you are just hiding from it, because for some reason you think you should. I like you. You like me. So come on, just go out with me.” Yami said all of this while slowly advancing on the smaller male, he was now 6” in front of him. Looking at him with a slight smile on his face. “What do you say?”
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Ryou lay on his bed still, it was 8:03pm. Ryou kept trying to tell himself he wasn’t worried. Bakura was only 3 minutes late, no big deal, right. Right? Then why did he feel like his heart was screaming with every minute that had passed. He was only 3 minutes late. Traffic could be bad. 3 minutes is nothing. 180 seconds. 180,000 milliseconds. He so wanted to pick up the discarded phone and call him. Asking him why he was late? Why he wasn’t with him? Shit, he needed to relax. Then again Malik's warnings were spinning through his head. If Bakura wanted him just for that, why bother taking him on a date. His first date. Maybe that was all part of the plan, butter him up. Lure him in to a false sense of security, just to fuck him. Ryou didn’t think he would be able to take it, if that was Bakura’s true intentions. Ryou looked at the clock again. 8:07pm. Bakura was 7 minutes late. 420 seconds late. 420,000 milliseconds. Not very long. Not even 1% of Ryou’s life span, yet he was panicking. What if he wasn’t coming? What if he didn’t like him at all? What if he didn’t even want him for sex? Didn’t want to know him, full stop. Bakura was 11 minutes late. 660 seconds. 660,000 milliseconds. Ra, he couldn’t take this. He got up to go to the bathroom. To feel the tears run from his eyes. When had he started crying? Why was he crying? He looked in to the mirror on his dressing table. He had tear tracks down his face. His white shirt had slight wet patches on it, and his hair was a mess. Now he kinda of hoped Bakura didn’t show up.
DING DONG.
Fuck.
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Bakura stood on Ryou’s front step. He had finally gained the courage to press the Ra forsaken bell. It had been taunting him for the past 15 minutes, but finally, he had pressed it. He stood there waiting for the object of his affections to come down and open the door. That’s right, you heard it, the object of his affections. Bakura realized he liked the boy, not just lusted after him. In the past 26 minutes he had stood there he had realized it. He was nervous, he was never nervous. Going on stage, he wasn’t nervous. Taking a test, he wasn’t nervous. So why should he be for a silly little date, unless it was because of the person the date was with. He heard footsteps on the stairs before a smiling Ryou answered the door. Bakura had to stop himself from pouncing on the boy. He wasn’t wearing anything seductive or provocative, but for some reason, to Bakura anyway, Ryou standing there with a smile on his face turned him on. Dressed in a casual pair of blue jeans and sneakers, topped with a baby blue dress shirt, made him horny. How was he going to get through the night, without jumping the boy?
“Hiya,” Ryou said with a smile and a wave, “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine babe,” Bakura said with his usual smirk in place. He had his mind under control. Just because he felt for the youth didn’t mean he had to act like an idiot, “Sorry I’m a bit late, I had to try and pick a flower as beautiful as you.” ‘That sounded so fucking corny, you baka. Like he’s going to fall for something like that.’
Ryou blushed, did he really mean that? He reached his hand out and took the lily. It truly was gorgeous. In full bloom, with its white petals in perfect formation, “Thank you,” Ryou said, “You didn’t have to.”
Bakura waved it off, “It’s nothing, you ready?”
Ryou nodded and placed the lily in a nearby vase. He grabbed his wallet and keys. He turned to Bakura when he had locked the door and smiled. He was happier then he should be. If Bakura was playing him, he didn’t mind, he would enjoy his first date. ‘I don’t care if he is using me, I'll just stop it if it gets too far. I just want to enjoy my time with him.’ Ryou thought to himself as he got into Bakura’s black convertible. The same make as his very own.
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Yugi stared at Yami for what seemed like the longest time. He had heard what Yami had to say. And every word of it was true. He did like him, was aroused by him, and it wasn’t mere lust either. He wanted to feel Yami’s mind, body and soul. He wanted to go out with the male. Mark the male as his, with a big sign saying, ‘Back off bitch he’s mine’ To have himself be marked by Yami. But he was scared. He had been hurt by to many to be hurt by someone he liked. After Kaiba. No he would not think about it. Kaiba and Yami were so alike. Attractive, composed, sophisticated for someone of only 18. Calm, relaxed, dark, arrogant and intelligent. He didn’t need another Kaiba in his life, he was fucked up enough by that little episode. He didn’t need to be more fucked up.
“I can’t,” Yugi whispered tears coming from his eyes.
“Why?” Yami questioned, coming closer. The gap between them diminishing.
“I just can’t,” The tears were flowing freely from the twin jewels.
“Why?” Yami questioned again, his arms slipping around the boy’s waist. Pulling him into a loving embrace. To comfort him, to protect him. no lustful intent, just comfort.
“I can’t, be hurt again,” Yugi shifted, pulling himself more into Yami. He was sure his tears were staining Yami’s shirt, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
Yami pulled Yugi slightly away, just enough to look in the boys face, “Are my advances really hurting you so?”
Yugi said nothing. What could he really say. They were killing him, because he so wanted to be with Yami. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to be hurt again. He didn’t want to be hurt again, by someone he cared for. Someone who he might just love.
Yami took his silence as an affirmative. He was hurting him. Yami didn’t want to hurt the younger male in his arms. He had an unmistakable pull to protect the boy. What he was going to say next would hurt him. But it needed to, it was the only way. “Okay Yugi, I’ll stop.”
Yugi’s head snapped up. The tears still in his eyes, “Really?”
Yami nodded and smiled slightly, “Really.”
Yugi smiled and pulled Yami into the hug tighter, “Thank you, friends?”
“Friends.”
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Bakura pulled over. They were outside one of the best places in Japan. Bakura loved this place, he just hoped Ryou did too. It was a big shopping district situated in the heart of the small town of domino. There was a fishing lock directly in the middle. No more used for fishing, just for shopping and entertainment. There was an outdoor and indoor market. Housing stall upon stall of vendors, all selling jewelry and accessories. Hundreds of shops selling all manner of clothing, from Goth to emo. All very lucrative, and sort after. You could only get these things from Domino Lock. Ryou stared in awe at the place, never having been to this part of domino. He had only moved recently. So the places he had seen were the school, club skunk, and some shops that he had to go to for necessity. He looked around the shops in the setting sun. All were beginning to turn on lights as night crept in. He looked around, spinning on the spot like a little kid, trying to take everything in. Bakura was watching the sight with mirth in his eyes. He knew why he liked Ryou. That life, that innocence. It just made Bakura want to smile and hug the little one senseless, screaming to the world that Ryou was his. So Bakura decided to do just that, but in a more controlled sense. He walked around the car, slipping his arms around the amazed platinum blonde. Ryou looked up at Bakura, a blush heating his cheeks.
“You like, little one?” Bakura questioned.
“The hug or here?” Ryou said, a slight smile on his features.
“Both.”
“I like both.”
Bakura let go of the boy and decided to just hold his hand as he started walking up the road taking Ryou to various shops.
Ryou stared at the plate of food in front of him. Bakura was talking to the man who owned the restaurant about something or other. Ryou was slowly warming up to the cuddly Bakura. It was quite unnerving, but on the other hand quite endearing. He had marched him down the road, dragging him to various shops, dragging him to the changing rooms and throwing him. Quite unceremoniously, in a cubicle, with various outfits. Ryou basically played model and Bakura would buy him what ever looked best. So now Ryou sat there with bag upon bag around him. Two plates on the table, one his, one Bakura’s. He pondered on the night. It was now coming on to eleven o’clock and no shop was closing. It was the night life of domino. Bakura had been sweet, even out of character. Was this all part of the plan. Butter him up, to have sex with him? To take his innocence? It was a good plan, and if Ryou wasn’t so on guard, because of Malik’s warnings, he would have fell for it. He did nothing sexual except hold his hand and tell him how beautiful he looked in the outfit, but Ryou was on constant guard. Was this what he did to Joey? Was this what he did to numerous others? Bakura came back to the table, a slight smile on his face.
“Missed me?” He question as he sat back in his seat.
Ryou smiled and went back to eating. If this was part of the plan, it was a very good plan. He took a bite of his food and nearly chocked. What was that sliding up his leg. Teasing with skill. Ryou looked up into the eyes of his date, to see him looking at his food. Like nothing was happening. Ryou tried to see if any of the other people could be the ones doing it. Nope, all the other tables were to far away. He went back to eating when he thought it had stopped, he was wrong. The foot journeyed from ankle to knee, stroking, petting. Ryou left the leg be, it was harmless flirting, kinda sexual, but not so to send of alarm bells. He continued eating, trying to ignore the persistent leg. It was getting very hard seeing as the leg was moving steadily higher up his leg. This must be part of the plan. He really is a trying to use me for sex. The foot continued its journey till it hit Ryou’s groin. That was it.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” Ryou screamed, jumping out of his seat.
Bakura stared at his date, a shocked expression on his face. He quickly masked it and crossed his arms over his chest, “Nothing.”
“THEN WHAT THE FUCK WAS YOUR FOOT TRYING TO DO?!”
“I don’t know. I ask.” Bakura said leaning back in the seat. Not even bothered by his date’s bitch fit.
“YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE. THIS WAS ALL PART OF YOUR PLAN WASN’T IT?!”
Bakura stood as well, glaring at the boy in front of him, “What fucking plan?!” His voice was venomous, yet controlled.
“TO SLEEP WITH ME, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” Ryou screamed as tears ran down his face. This is what he didn’t want. He didn’t want Bakura to see his weakness. He didn’t want Bakura to notice that he wasn’t wearing his mask.
“You think I have a plan to sleep with you?” Bakura asked, truly curious. Also wondering why little Ryou was crying while he seemed truly outraged.
“Yes!” Ryou’s voice had leveled out, but it was still higher then the norm.
“You think I just want to sleep with you? Fine. If you think that, then fuck off.”
Ryou stared at the man in front of him. Was he serious? Yes, he was. But why did Ryou hear pain in his voice.
Bakura turned a glare at him. Chilling Ryou to the spot. “Did you not hear what I said. I said FUCK OFF!”
Ryou didn’t need to be telling twice, he took off.
He didn’t know how long he ran for, he just ran. Running away from everything. His pain, Bakura’s anger, his tears, himself. He couldn’t hold the tears that streaked down his face, clouding his vision. He didn’t want Bakura to be mad at him. He had just reacted, throwing up his defenses. He knew that he had gone a bit over the top, and he hated himself for it. He had ruined his chance with him, over some harmless flirting. He stopped as he reached Domino Bridge. He walked along it, crying out at the unfairness of the world. Why did he have to react like that? He turned to look at the skyline. It was quite beautiful at this time of night. A perfect dark blue, stars shining. Silhouettes of building masking the line. Ryou took in deep breaths as he relaxed himself. Making sure he could stop his crying. Making sure he would be able to cover the pain in his chest. It would be easier if Bakura had caused him to feel this pain, but it wasn’t. it was himself.
“Ryou?”
Ryou turned at the sound of his name, and he nearly started crying again. He stood there in his tight black jeans, red and black shirt, and tousled o perfection hair. He turned away from Bakura looking back at the skyline. He heard the sound of footsteps coming up to him, but continued his silent viewing.
“I’m sorry.”
Ryou’s head snapped up at the words, “What do you have to be sorry about. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have shouted.”
“No,” Bakura dropped the numerous bags he was carrying to the ground. He turned to Ryou, gripping his shoulders to turn him toward himself. “It’s not your fault. I did it, and I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Bakura looked directly into the brown eyes he felt he was going to fall into. “But I am. I’m a fucking prick. I just thought it would get you to blush. I love seeing you blush, but it didn’t so I took it a step further, I’m a fuck-tard.”
Ryou smiled slightly, “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to explode, but after everything everyone’s been telling me. I just didn’t let my guard down.”
Bakura nodded, “I really am not trying to sleep with you Ryou.” Ryou gave him a confused, yet slightly hurt look. “Well I am.” He shuddered. Ryou looked even more hurt. “I mean I’m not, I am, but I’m. Why I did fuck did I put myself in this situation. I mean.” He let out a great puff of air, “Look I like you. I don’t usually like people. I just want to fuck them. Technically this is my first date. So I don’t know what to do. I like you. It isn’t a plan to get you into bed, and leave you. I like you, I want to.” He gulped, “I want you to be my boyfriend.”
Ryou smiled, placing his two fingers under Bakura’s chin, making him look up from his examination of the ground. He looked in to the deep brown eyes. Bakura looked confused, hurt and most of all genuine. Ryou’s smile grew, maybe this wasn’t such a bad date after all, “I would love to be your boyfriend Bakura.”
Bakura visibly relaxed, “I’m sorry for telling you to fuck off too.”
“It’s okay,” Ryou said as he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. Bakura’s coming around his waist.
Bakura smirked, “Isn’t this where I get to kiss the princess?”
Ryou giggled slightly, “I don’t know about that. Would you settle for a prince?”
Bakura looked mock thoughtful for a second, making Ryou giggle, “I think I could live with that.” Both boys leaned forward, and their lips met.
To be continued…
Okay, I told you. It’s fluff central. I quite liked it though. I didn’t know I could even write fluff. It’s fun. Well next chappie will be a lemon, but not who you think. See Ya. Tell me what you think and press that little thing saying, ‘Submit Review.’