Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I Hate IT. I Crave It. ❯ I Want It. I Need It. ( Chapter 2 )

I Want It. I Need It.

hato-chiisai

YAOI WARNING I was going to divide this into three chapters, but I was too lazy. If you don't like two males having SEX then watch for the warning, that will help you to skip the lemon. You won't miss any of the plot, I promise. Otherwise, and you Ryou/Bakura fans out there, enjoy!!! And for those who want the picture that inspired I Hate It. I Crave It. E-mail me your request, in an actual E-MAIL. Just remember, I do not own the picture. If you like it, good. But if you have a website, respect the original artist, and do not post it.

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A month. It's been a whole month since I lost Bakura-sama. Ever since that day, I performed my nightly ritual on the floor of the kitchen. I cut my arm open, always in the same place so my friends won't notice dozens to scars all over me, and I bleed onto the Ring, filling the blood with my energy. I pleasure myself until I release, my seed spilling onto the Ring, giving it more energy. Bakura absorbs the energy I'm willingly giving through the Ring, and uses it to stay strong, to get back to me. Two nights ago, I felt him stronger than ever before. He spoke to me through our link.

~~FLASHBACK~~

//Hikari….//

/B-bakura-sama?!?/

//Hai.//

/Where are you?!?/

//The Shadow Realm, baka….//

/….Oh…./

//I'm coming. You have done very well. You will be rewarded for your efforts.//

/A-arigatou, Bakura-sama. I'll be waiting. How long?/

//A few more days, little one, if you keep it up. It will take a large amount of energy. I know you are weak, but you must give me more, quickly, if I am ever to get back.//

/Anything! I'll get you the energy! I promise!/

//Yes… And then, you will get what you want...//

/Bakura-sama?/

//Nan desu ka, Hikari?//

/A-ashiteru…/

//……… N-nani?!//

/Ashiteru./

~~END~~

He had lost all the strength to keep our link in tact by this point. I had given him what he needed that night. I bled massive amounts that night, and released five times, before I passed out. I did the same last night. and now, as I sit and face the Ring on the floor before me, with the knife in one hand, and the candle in the other, I am prepared to do it all again. I slice into my arm, and force the candle into my entrance, and pull it in and out, quickly, while I stroke my shaft with my bleeding arm. The Millennium Ring glows through the blood on it. I bring myself to my release, and I cum onto the Ring. But as soon as I do, there is a bright white flash, and I am thrown back. All of my bodily fluids evaporate, and I stumble to my knees, staring.

At first, it's just a tiny pinprick of light, but then, it open wider into a roaring purple vortex. The candle, which had slipped from my body when I was thrown, started rolling across the floor towards it. Black lightning crackled through the room, as a deafening roar filled my ears. I stared at the vortex in fear, as I felt myself being pulled towards it. I watched the candle, and the lighter being sucked into the vacuum. Then, I saw him. Bakura-sama was clawing his way through the storm, trying to get out of the Shadow Realm, and into the kitchen. My heart leapt into my throat, as I leapt towards the tear between the two realms. I stuck my head and shoulders in, and reached a hand out to my dark, hair whipping around my face.

"BAKURA!" I screamed over the din, and he looked up. He looked so tired, as a slight smile crossed his features. I vaguely thought that I had never seen a genuine smile on him before. Evil smirks and grins, maybe, but he actually looked happy to see me.

"Ryou!" He called back, in a weak, voice, barely audible over the roar the vortex was creating. I froze. Ryou…. He called me Ryou…. He NEVER called me Ryou! At that moment, I felt more love for him than ever before. I reached as far as I could, and he reached to me. He climbed closer to me, until finally, his hand gripped mine. It was cold, and slick with slime, but I held out. Using all the strength I could, I pulled. He moved faster, with me aiding him, and finally, I was out of the slowly closing vortex, and his arm followed, then his head, and shoulders, his chest, torso, hips, and finally, with one last tug, he spilled out onto the floor, and with a strange *schwoooop* noise, the vortex closed, and all was silent, save for our panting. I stared at Bakura, collapsed on my chest, his lower body between my legs. He looked up at me, weakly.

"Ryou…." He whispered. His eyes rolled back into his head, and his body went limp against mine. I blinked, momentarily confused, until I noticed his shaking. I quickly got out from under him, and looked him over. He was nude, and his entire body was slick with a pale purple slime. His skin was like ice, and all I could think of was warming him up. I wasn't very strong, but thanks to my adrenaline rush, I was able to gather him up in my arms, and rush him into the bathroom. I set him in the tub, and filled it with warm water. I bathed him, gently, and made soft little crooning noises in my throat, though he was not awake to hear them.

When he was cleaned of the slime, I lifted him out of the tub, with difficulty, and laid him down on my bed. I plugged in the hair dryer, and blew his hair and skin dry with the warm air. His lips were no longer blue, and he wasn't as pale as before, but he was still shivering. I felt his forehead; he was burning up. I was worried, immediately. I had to keen him warm. I heaped blankets on him, including an electric one, then ran to the kitchen, and warmed some chicken broth. I carried it back into my room, and sat on the bed, drawing his shoulders into my lap, and resting his head against my stomach. I stroked his face, and talked to him, quietly. Slowly, he gained semi-consciousness.

"Ryou…" He mumbled, and hearing my name on his lips nearly brought tears of joy to my eyes.

"Hai…" I said, quietly, seeing his eyes flick in recognition. "I'm right here, Bakura-sama. You're home now. Don't worry. I'll take care of you." He looked up at me, through tired, bloodshot eyes.

"I'm cold…"

"Shhh…. I know, Bakura-sama…." I whispered. "Eat this. It will help." I spoon fed him the broth. Normally, he'd be furious, but he was too weak to care about, uh, being weak….

When he finished, he was still shivering.

"I'm still cold, Ryou-chan…." Now I knew he was delirious. No way he would call me that. But, I had to take care of him. I turned the electric blanket temperature up higher. There was only one other this I possibly could do. And I did it. I slid under the covers next to him, and pulled him into me. I shivered at the icy feeling of his skin. I was terribly worried. I held him closer, and even though he was cold, I felt happy, and complete. I had never done this before, hold his naked form close to my equally nude body. I smiled when he moaned, softly. It was so quiet, and peaceful sounding. But what he said next, made me the happiest person in the world, even if it was in a fevered delirium.

"Ryou-chan, ashiteru……"

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I woke up to a pounding on my front door. According to my clock, I had been asleep for twenty minutes. I was pleased to find Bakura's body warm, and his shivering gone. I slid out of bed, and pulled on some flannel pajama pants. I went out into the hall, closing my bedroom door. I opened the front door and froze. No. Oh, God, no, not now…

"Ryou…." YamiYugi started. I hadn't spoken to him since he sent Bakura to the Shadow Realm.

"Nan desu ka?" I snarled, coldly. He looked surprised, as did the others with him. I saw Yugi, Malik, Marik, Tristan, Seto, Otogi, Joey, and Tea.

"We felt a powerful burst of Shadow Magic a while ago."

/Oh shit….. Bakura-sama! Please! Can you hear me!?/

//…………// He was still passed out.

"So, what do you want me to do about it?" I growled, glaring at him. I propped my elbow against the door frame, and leaned against it. Marik's eyes suddenly widened. He whispered in Yami's ear. Yami blinked, and looked down. He grabbed my arm, and stared at it. Again, oh shit.

"Ryou… Where did this come from?" He asked. He traced his finger over the new wound, with blood crusted around its edges.

"Why would you care?" I snapped, viciously, taking my arm back. "Just go away, and leave me alone…" I tried to close the door on him.

"Ryou…" Yugi said, softly, and with sympathy in his voice. "You're alone way too much. No one should be alone all the time.." I glared at Yami, in hate.

"Yeah well, whose fault is it that I'm alone?" I snarled through clenched teeth. I tried to hold my temper in check. I hated him for what he did to Bakura. And now, that I finally have my dark back, he shows up again. Bakura is passed out in my bedroom, weak, and completely helpless. I'm his only defense. And I plan to defend him with everything I have.

"Ryou, how can you feel like this after what he did to you?" Marik asked me. "I saw how he treated you. The bastard treated you like his slave. His personal sex slave! His WHORE!!!" Oh, yeah. That did it. He had gone way too far. I scared the shit out of everyone when I lunged at Marik. Kaiba barely caught me in time.

"You fuckin' bastard!" I screamed, on the top of my lungs. "You have no room to talk! Yes! You saw how he treated me! You were there for five fuckin' hours, watching how he treated me! And you never lifted a finger to stop him! You fuckin laughed and fuckin encouraged it! You thought it was funny as hell! If it was so wrong, Marik, then why did you join in, huh?" I struggled against Kaiba, to get to Marik, who had backed into the wall. He wasn't afraid of me, it was my words he feared. Because they were truth. "Bakura-sama invited you, and you were happy to take him up on it! I don't recall you asking ME if it was all right if you fucked me! Did you ever think that maybe, I didn't want you touching me?! What you did to me could be considered rape! You took me against my will!" Marik scowled at that.

"If you didn't want me to, why didn't you stop me, Ryou?" I looked away.

"I couldn't have stopped you even if I had tried." I mumbled. "And, he wouldn't have liked for me to do that…." I pulled away from Kaiba, and he let me go, after feeling me relax. "He was all that mattered to me." I whimpered, backing away from them. "AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME!!!" I let the tears flow freely.

"Ryou…" Yami said, gently, and put his hand on my shoulder. He touched me. The son-of-a-bitch actually had the nerve to TOUCH me! The hallway was filled with a loud SMACK. Everyone stared at me, my hand still raised. YamiYugi was staring at me, shocked, and confused, a red hand print appearing on his cheek.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me…." I snarled. My voice shaking. "I hate you. I cannot forgive what you have done. You walked in, and banished Bakura-sama. You could have asked me first."

"He, he was RAPING you, Ryou!" Joey gasped.

"NO! HE WASN'T!" I screamed. "Did it ever occur to you that I wanted it? That I was enjoying it? Dammit! I fuckin' NEEDED it! I couldn't get enough! I loved it! I liked it when he took me like that! And now, he's gone… AND I'M GOING FUCKING MAD!" They all took a step back, at that.

"Ryou, you need to leave this place. You need to let go!" Malik said. "Come stay with me and Marik. We can help you through this."

"I don't want to get through it. I don't want to leave." I said. "And don't want to see you again. Any of you. Ever. Go away. And don't come back. I never want to lay eyes on any of you again." They stared at me, shocked. I began to back into my apartment, when I felt it.

//…………………… Ryou?// No. Oh, God, no, not now.

/Bakura-sama! Be quiet! Go back to sleep!/

//N-nani….?// He was so weak. Then, I felt him trying to draw strength from the Ring, and by the looks on Yami and Marik's faces, they could feel it too.

"He's back…." Yami gasped.

"What?" Yugi asked.

"That Shadow Magic! He broke free of the Shadow Realm!" Marik snarled. I felt my face pale, and I tried to slam the door shut, but Kaiba wedged his foot into it. Marik slammed the door open, and I was thrown to the floor. Yami and Marik charged back into my apartment, and went to the kitchen, which still reeked of the Shadow Realm. Otogi pulled me to my feet, but I shrugged him off.

"Don't touch me!" I screamed, and ran into the living room, as Yami and Marik headed to my bedroom. I flung my body in front of the door. "Go away! Leave us alone!"

"Move aside, Ryou!" Yami thundered.

"NO!" I shouted. Marik grabbed my wrists, and dragged me aside, and Yami entered my room. Marik threw me to the floor, and went in, too, followed by everyone else. I stumbled to me feet, and entered, as Yami ripped the blankets off of my bed, revealing Bakura, shivering, naked, and unconscious. One look, or glare, for that's what they were doing, told everyone that my darkness was weak, and completely helpless. Yami raised his hand, prepared to send him to the Shadow Realm. I screamed, and shoved past Tea and Tristan, hurling myself on top of Bakura.

"No! Leave him alone!" I sobbed, tears spilling down my face.

"Move him out of the way." Yami snarled, and I screamed and cried, as Marik, Malik, and Kaiba tore me from Bakura. I could do nothing else. Except….

Bakura-sama's favorite knife was on the desk, by my side. Yes…. I would stop Yami. I would defend Bakura-sama with everything. I picked up the knife, and looked around. Stabbing Yami wouldn't do a thing. But I could do something else. I leapt forward, seized Yugi around the shoulders, and dragged him back. He froze and stiffened, when I lifted the knife to his throat.

"YAMI!" He screamed. The whole group turned, and stared. Yami rushed forwards, and I clung to Yugi tighter, pressing the knife into his throat.

"Yameru!" I shouted, and Yami froze where he was. My vision was blurred through my tears. "What do I have to do to make you understand?!"

"Ryou, stop this and calm down…." Tea whimpered. I shook my head, blinking tears from my eyes.

"No! I won't!" Yugi whimpered at my shout. "I love Bakura! Everything he did to me, I took willingly! And I loved it." The last sentence, and the one's that followed were more calm. "You stole him from me. Didn't even listen to our side of the story. You just acted."

"Ryou, he was hurting you…." Malik said, softly. "He's a freakin' sadistic bastard."

"A sadistic bastard, huh?" I snarled. "Well, then. I guess I'm his masochistic whore, aren't I? I love it. I love it when he hurts me. I love it when he fucks me. The pain and pleasure is overwhelming, and you took it from me. And I have had to make myself feel that every night for a month to get him back."

"So that's how you did it…" Marik murmured. "You fed him energy through the Ring, through your blood and, uhh, yeah……."

"You've gone mad, Ryou….." Otogi gasped.

"So it's all right for Marik and Malik to be crazy, but not me and Bakura-sama?" I snapped.

"Ryou. He'll only hurt you. And others. And when he's done with you, he'll throw you away." Kaiba tried to reason with me.

"Then so be it." I snarled. Yami raised his hand, and pointed it at Bakura-sama.

"It's for you own good, Ryou." He said. Yugi yelped again, when I pressed the blade harder into his throat.

"YAMI MOUTO DON'T YOU DARE!!!!" I screamed, and he froze. "I won't let you. You take my other half from me, than so help me, Yami, I will take yours…." Yugi whimpered, and a small trickle of blood ran down his neck, from where the blade had cut him. The sight of the blood was enough to make Yami pale, and lower his hands. He locked eyes with Yugi, and slowly fell to his knees.

"All right, Ryou…." He murmured, after a moment. "You've made you're point. Let Yugi go, and I'll leave you in peace." I frowned.

"Get up." I spat, and he leapt to obey. "Get out. All of you." they slowly began to back out my room. "Joey!" I snapped, and jerked my head towards Bakura. "Cover him." Joey slowly lifted the blankets off of the floor, and covered my shivering yami, who twitched, slightly. Joey kept his eyes on me and Yugi, and I was the only one who saw Bakura's eyes open. They were dull, and tired, but they were quickly overcome with shock at what was before him.

He was in his hikari's bed, naked, save for the blankets covering him, and I, his pathetic weaker half, was half naked, holding a knife to Yugi Mouto's throat, and ordering everyone to leave. I figured that I would use this opportunity to tell him how I felt.

"I love him. I sacrificed a lot to bring him back, and as soon as I do, you show up to take him away again." He blinked, staring at me. He didn't know that I knew he was awake. "I won't let you hurt him. I'll sacrifice everything to defend him. And Yami, I'll even kill Yugi, if you try it again. Now get out. And if I ever see any of you again, you will learn just how Bakura-like I can be. Is that clear?" they all gulped.

"C-crystal…." Yami mumbled. "Just let Yugi go." I paused, then removed the knife from Yugi's throat, and shoved him towards Yami, who caught him, and held his trembling hikari tightly to his chest.

"Now get out!" I snapped. "And don't bother coming back. I won't be here. Neither of us will." They stared at me, and I raised the knife. "GO!" They ran. When I heard the front door slam, I dropped the knife, and staggered backwards, collapsing on the bed, gasping.

"Ryou….." I turned, and looked at my yami, who was staring at me, amazed. He was still shivering slightly. I slid under the covers, and pulled him to my warm body, and I smiled, at the warm fuzzy feeling I got when he smiled, contentedly, and cuddled closer, purring, like a large cat.

"I can't believe you did that…." He murmured. "Why did you protect me?"

"Because I love you…." I whispered. "More than anything." At his request, I replayed the whole scene in my mind for him see. He stared at me, as if seeing me in a whole new light.

"All that…. for me?" he whimpered, actually WHIMPERED! I nodded, and stroked his hair. He sighed, and closed his eyes, and the Ring on the bedside table glowed, as he drew strength from it. Then, he opened his eyes, and looked at me. "You love me?" He asked. I swallowed, and nodded. Slowly, he smiled. It was the same smile he had given me when he saw me reaching to him through the vortex. "Ryou…." He murmured, as if feeling the way my name rolled off of his tongue. "My little Ryou…." My heart felt as though it would explode with all the emotions I was feeling. I didn't think things could possibly get better. But they did.

He kissed me. It wasn't a rough, hungry, sloppy kiss, resulting from overactive hormones, it was soft, and completely chaste. Instead of lust, it was filled with the one thing I wanted to feel from him. Love.

********LEMON WARNING*********

**If you don't like the lemons, scoll down to the dot-dot-dot-scene-change thingy**

Bakura rolled above me, and ran his fingers through my hair.

//I never knew you felt for me, Ryou. Not until you began feeding me your energy.// My eyes, formerly closed, flew open. My energy. He absorbed it. And with it, my feelings, and emotions. They had changed him. He loved me… (AN: For all those readers who wanted him to change! ^_^) I closed my eyes again, and melted in his kiss, which he deepened. My breath caught in my throat, when his hands slowly slid my flannel pajama pants off of my hips. He broke the kiss, and blinked, then sat back, and stared down between my legs. He smirked.

"Why, Ryou…" He chuckled. "No underwear?" I grinned.

"I didn't have time when they showed." I said, then gave him a sexy look. "Besides, I thought you liked me like this." He swallowed, and looked away. I pulled his face down to mine, pressing my forehead to his. "Don't feel bad. It's okay." I kissed his forehead, and smirked, impishly. "Besides, it will ruin the mood." He looked at me, and chuckled, before kissing me again.

"All right then…" He whispered. "Just lay back, relax, and enjoy yourself." He smiled, gently, and I giggled.

"What, no coffee table?" I teased. He frowned. "Okay, forget I said that. But hey, it turns me on. You ever want to, just let me know." He stared surprised.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. You wanna go now?" I asked. He looked away momentarily.

"No. As many times as I've, HAD you, I've never done it right. It was never for you. Just me." He sighed. "Tonight, it's all for you, Ryou. I promise." My heart fluttered when he said this. He kissed my lips briefly, and tossed the blankets back, sliding down my body, completely relieving me of my pants. He put his hands on my shins and slowly slid them up my legs, until they rested on my knees. Gently, he spread my legs, and I blushed and shivered as his fingers caressed my inner thighs. I gasped, when his lips pressed light kisses up legs, and towards where I wanted him to touch me. I moaned when he began to lightly lick and nip at my thigh, his hair tickling my length.

//So sweet, Ryou…… So soft. Your skin feels like satin….// I blushed at his mental comments. //So beautiful. I always though you were beautiful….// He licked his way up higher, getting close to my arousal, but purposely bypassing it. I whimpered, and he laughed, his warm breath teasing my abdomen.

"Lower…" I whispered. He smiled up at me, and trailed his tongue lower. I smiled, and sat up on my elbows, watching as he licked up my length. I moaned, and let my head fall back, as his sucked the tip into his mouth, and swirled his tongue around it. "Oh, Bakuraaaa……" I groaned. "More! Please…."

//Your wish is my command…// He sent to me, before swallowing my whole shaft.

"BAKURAAAA!!!!!!" I screamed, and arched my back, wrapping my legs around his shoulders. His fingers traced lazy patterns up my torso, until they found my nipples, and I gasped, as he began pinch and roll them, making them harden under the attention. My body trembled with the pleasure rippling through it. Within minutes, I lost control, and released hard into Bakura's mouth. He moaned, and swallowed every bit, then sucked me clean, re-awakening my arousal. He drew back, slowly running his tongue over his teeth, suggestively. I smiled, weakly, then closed my eyes, relaxing beneath him.

"Don't go to sleep yet…" He murmured, and lifted me up, pushing me higher on the bed, until I was leaning on the wall at the head of the bed, sitting up slightly, so I would be able to see everything going on. I watched his face as his hands pressed my thighs farther apart, to the point where it was slightly uncomfortable. He settled between my legs, stroking my inner thighs. He looked up, and stared into my eyes. I felt my breath hitch, and a blush spread across my face and chest. Now, I understood that song, by Madonna, `Like a Virgin.' Because now, I was living it. I had been fucked hundreds of times by Bakura, but he had never made love to me. And now that he was about to, I seriously felt as though I had never done anything remotely sexual in my entire life. I suddenly felt shy, and nervous, and I began to tremble. He smiled at me and leaned over me.

Slowly, his hand trailed up my chest, and I stared, wide eyed, when he began to fiddle with the buckle of the thick collar that I removed only when bathing. He undid the buckle, and the collar fell from my neck. Now, I felt completely vulnerable, and I began to shake harder. He frowned, slightly, and wrapped his hand around my throat, as if to choke me. He began to firmly rub and massage my neck, and my eyes rolled back into my head. Everyone had a weak spot, and my neck, apparently, was mine. I had never known, no one had ever touched my neck before.

My throat swelled and my chest vibrated as I purred at the pleasure I was getting from the gentle fingers on my neck. I whimpered when his touch disappeared. My neck was again exposed to the air, and I felt my chest tighten. I couldn't breathe. I felt so, exposed. Bakura stared at me, confused, when a little whine began in my throat. He blinked, when I snatched the collar from the bed beside us, and moved it too my neck. I fastened it, and I immediately felt calmer, and more secure. I looked at him. He frowned, and moved his fingers to remove it again. My hands flew to the collar, keeping him from touching it.

"Please…" I whispered. "Leave it…." He swallowed, and nodded. "Touch me!" I pleaded. Bakura smiled, and kissed me. I gasped into the kiss when I felt one of his fingers working its way into my body. I was surprised. Bakura hadn't prepared me since the first time, over a year ago. I didn't need it, I loved the pain, but I loved the way it felt, at that moment, when he added a second finger, and stroked my smooth inner walls.

"More…." I murmured, into his mouth, and he forced his tongue into my mouth, and added a third finger. He stroked my tight passage a bit, before slowly drawing them in and out. I whined when he removed them.

"So, vocal today…." He murmured, positioning his throbbing shaft. He poked my quivering entrance, teasing me.

"Bakuraaaa……" I whined. He snickered, and poked at me again, this time holding his position, the head of his erection pressing against me, but not entering. I tried to shove down on him, but he held me still, grinning at my incredible frustration. He fingered my length lightly, making me groan, desperately. He smirked.

"Now, now….." He hissed. "Whining gets you nowhere, hikari…"

"Damn you, Bakura-sama….." I snarled. "Don't you dare leave me like this…." He raised his eyebrows, and pressed forwards slightly, making me utter a squeaky moan, that sounded utterly ridiculous.

"And if I did….?" He asked, pulling away from me, and pressing my legs closed, then sat on my feet, and folded his arms on my bent knees, resting his chin on them. He stared at me, amused, when I gave a frustrated, annoyed cry. I didn't answer him, just glared. He smirked. "Well? What would you do, Ryou?" I scowled. I had never in my entire life been this sexually frustrated. I reached over to the bedside table, and picked up my cell phone. I entered a number, then showed the phone to Bakura.

"All I have to do," I growled. "Is press send, and I'll be speaking with Yami Yugi." Bakura sat straight up, and stared at me, half in surprise, half in fear, at that threat. He was still weak, and even thought he knew I'd never actually call Yami, just the thought of the powerful Pharaoh coming for him in his weakened state frightened him. He swallowed, and nodded.

"All right, all right!" He gasped. "Just, put the phone down, Ryou……" He spoke as thought he was telling a psychotic Marik to put down a button that would detonate a nuclear warhead. I narrowed my eyes. "C'mon, Ryou, I was just teasing you….." He whimpered. I moved my finger so it rested on the SEND button. "Ryou! Please! No!" Bakura cried, panicked. I smirked, and put down the phone, and watched him sigh in relief.

"You look sexy when you're panicking." I purred. He glared at me.

"I should slap you for that." He snapped. I sat up, reached forwards, and grabbed his length.

"Fuck me now, Bakura-sama, or I twist and pull…" He gave a very uncharacteristic `eep' to my very uncharacteristic threat, and nodded. I let go of him, and he looked at me, thoughtfully.

"You've changed, Ryou…." He said, and spread my legs again, once again, settling between them He smiled at me, gently. "You've gotten stronger…." I smiled at him, and leaned back against the wall again. He leaned forwards, and kissed my forehead. "I love you, Ryou." I smiled, and wrapped my arms around his shoulder, feeling him positioned at my entrance.

"I love you too…." I whispered, and he kissed me, as he began to slowly press into me. I moaned loudly, and he slipped his tongue past my lips, licking at the roof of my mouth. The sensations I was experiencing were overwhelming. I could feel his arousal, (which I had partially scared away with the Yami threat) return, as his length swelled and hardened within me. I could feel the passion between us, through our link, and with the physical sensations combined with the emotions, I was in pure ecstasy. His tongue curled around mine and I lifted my hips, pressing against him until I could bring him no deeper within my body. I wanted him to fill me, completely with his intoxicating presence. I clung to him as I would cling to life, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling his chest flush against my own, and kissing him with a fierce need.

He seemed startled by my sudden aggression, but being the natural dominant he was, he quickly responded, and took control, kissing me forcefully, rubbing his hands roughly over my shoulders. He released my mouth and attacked my face, and I barely noticed the thick collar falling from my throat again, as he moved to lick and nip at the exposed flesh. Finally, he began to move.

He pulled out slowly, until he was all but free of me, then gently pushed back in. I let my head fall back, and I moaned in exquisite pleasure. Everything seemed so perfect, at that moment, I could only think of me, and him, together, our bodies coming together as one. He kept up his slow, full thrusts, moving in and out, gently, and methodically. Every nerve was singing in sensuous pleasure, but I needed more.

"Harder!" I gasped. He bit my throat, and thrust in harder, making me moan again. "Faster!" I breathed, and he chuckled into my throat, obeying my request. His long strokes were maddening. I wanted more. "Oh, God, Bakura!" I pleaded. "Deeper!" He snorted.

"Is there no satisfying you?" He mumbled into my ear, and I smiled, wrapping my hand around the back of his head, and pressing his face harder into my throat.

"I have you…" I murmured. "That is all I desire."

"So I could stop now, and you'd be happy…."

"More like homicidal." I muttered. "So don't even think about it." He snickered. My patience was growing thin. What he was doing felt good, but I needed more. I had had my fill of the gentle pleasures, but now, I wanted it rough. "Harder Bakura."

"Hm. How much harder?" He asked, in a silken whisper, that made my heart quicken. I bit at his exposed throat, before moving to his ear.

"Mmmmm….." I purred. "Make me bleed….." He froze, and lifted his head, staring at me. He didn't say a word, just stared. I locked eyes with him. "Make me bleed, Bakura." I don't think he realized what a masochist I was until that moment. His shocked look was wiped away, and his face became unreadable. He sat up, and repositioned himself slightly, pulling my hips into him. He pulled out, and broke his gaze, to look down at what he was doing. He bit his lip momentarily, and shifted us both again. I waited, pulse flying, breathing deeply in anticipation. Finally, he looked back up, and I stared into his eyes. H said nothing, just paused. I could feel his muscles tighten, as he prepared to move. And he did. He thrust in to me as hard as he could, our bodies impacting with a loud, yet dull thud.

I screamed. It hurt! But it felt so good….. Oh, God, it was unbelievable, as he pulled out, only to slam into me again. A few thrusts later, and I could feel the blood, lubricating him, and coating my thighs. He paused, momentarily, and trailed his fingers along my thigh, then held up the blood coated digits before my face. I took them into my mouth, sucking my blood off of them. He moaned as I nipped his fingers gently, and ran my tongue over them. Finally, he took them back, and replaced his hand on my hip, and continued his rough thrusts.

"Ahh! Ahh! Oh, God….. Harder! Ohhh……. Bakura….. Onegai…. Need… more…. Faster…. Unnhhh….. ah! Ohhh…… Oh, God, yes……Oh, God…… More!…. Bakura-sama… Please! I need… more! Ahh! Oh, God….. yes…. Oh… oh…so close… mmm… Ahh!" I screamed and cried in the pleasure that was building up in me, as he hit that one spot over and over again. I wouldn't last much longer. And then, it all became too much for me. I screamed, and clenched my inner muscles, as my orgasm crashed into me. He gave a pained gasp when I tightened around him, and, to my surprise, he began thrusting harder, and faster. I honestly didn't think he was physically capable of going harder and faster. But him doing so only fed my orgasm. What had been a mere wave, now became a raging tsunami, sweeping me away in its force. My vision flashed white, and I arched off of the bed, screaming his name, as I came hard, onto his chest. He sped deep within me, and held, spilling his seed inside of me, filling me. We both collapsed. My vision blurred, and my eyes rolled back into my head, as I passed out, as a result of the incredible force of my release.

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***It's okay. You can read now***

Tiny, delicate licks and nips on my throat woke me. Early sunlight streamed through the curtains of my bedroom window. I turned my head, and met two deep brown eyes, sleepy, but happy.

"Good morning…." I whispered, and soft lips pressed against mine.

"Good morning." Bakura murmured, licking my throat again. He sighed, and let his head fall to my chest, closing his eyes softly, and smiling gently. I buried my face into his hair, inhaling his scent deeply. It was, indescribable. It was soft, and cool, musky, yet slightly sweet, sour, and spicy all at once. I shifted under him, and he sat up, smiling. I shivered, suddenly noticing that his limp member was still inside of me. He slid out, gently, but I winced, at the sting it caused.

"C'mon." He said, lifting me into his arms. "You need a bath." He carried me into the bathroom, setting me down on toilet, where he rested one hand on my thigh, as he used the other to turn on the bath water. Once the temperature was right, he closed the drain, and set me into the warm water. He slid in behind me, and pulled me into his lap. After a few minutes, he picked up a wash cloth, and began cleaning the dried blood from my body, and his. Dark bruises were revealed on my inner thighs, and hips, and he looked guilty, until I kissed him. then, he drained the bloody water, stood us up, and turned on the shower. We bathed each other in silence, just basking in each other's company. We got out, and dried of. I pulled on my pajama pants, and the black leather collar. He frowned.

"You don't have to put it on, Ryou." He said, pulling on a tank top.

"I, I feel better with it on. I feel more…… secure." I mumbled, fingering the metal studs in it.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I kinda like how I look in it, anyway." He nodded, and stripped the bloody sheets off of the bed. He frowned at them.

"Throw them away." I said. He nodded, and took them to the kitchen trash can. I went into the living room, and out onto the balcony, overlooking the street. I could see my school a few blocks away, and sighed.

"You're late for school." Bakura said, coming out and standing beside me. I shook my head.

"I, I'm not going." I said. "Ever again."

"What?!" Bakura gasped. "Why?"

"Two words." I said. "Yami Yugi." Bakura swallowed, and looked down. "I thought a lot about this while we were in the shower, Bakura. You, we're not safe. If I were to go, you'd be here. Alone. You're weak. No, don't interrupt. You are. You know it, I know, and Yami knows it. If I went to school, he may come after you. You can't fight him."

"I could come with you, in the Ring."

"He'd sense you. And he'd take the Ring. Bakura, I've thought this over. We, we can't stay here. Not anymore." He took my hand. "We have to leave Domino." I said. He swallowed, and looked down.

"and, where would we go?" He asked.

"I don't know. Anywhere."

"Ryou, I can't ask you to do that. I can't expect you to just drop everything and abandon your life."

"YOU are my life, Bakura. As long as I have you, I have everything I need. But Yami Yugi will come for you. We both know it. and when he does, we have to be gone. Far away. So he'll never find us." I turned to face him, taking his other hand in mine. "Bakura, we can leave today! We don't have to take anything with us! All we have to do, is walk out the door, and never look back! It'll be you and me, the way it was always meant to be!" He shook his head, distress apparent on his face.

"Ryou! You, your father! Your friends!"

"My father has never been here for me, and my friends betrayed me!" I said. "You are all I have. You are what I want. What I need. Just you."

"Where will we go?"

"Anywhere! The world is ours! We can go anywhere we want!" I said, in a hushed, but excited voice. "Egypt, Italy, England, Canada, Africa, Australia, the US, China, Argentina, the, the Amazon! Anywhere we want! We can go anywhere and do any thing as long as it's us!" He was staring at me, hope shining in his eyes. I pressed my body closer to his. "The sky's the limit, Bakura. Anything we want, we can have!" He smiled slightly, and decided, once again, to be the annoying voice of reason.

"And how will we survive? I can, I'm dead. But you. You need to be fed, and clothed, and sheltered, and……"

"You're a thief." I said, simply. "You never stopped. You can take care of me." He blinked. "And you can teach me! Please, Bakura!" He sighed, and looked down.

"Ryou, you need more than me. You'll miss Domino."

"Maybe. But I have nothing here to keep me. Dad's never around, and my "friends" would only try to take you from me. I can't live with the fear knowing that each minute could be my last with you. Please, Bakura. Let's go. Far, far away. I don't care where, let's just go." He sighed, and warred with himself. Finally, he looked at me, and smiled, then bent down, and kissed me.

"When do we leave?" He whispered.

"Now." I said. He smiled, and we went back inside. I emptied out my back pack, and he started digging through the closet. He had a motorcycle, and it came with travel packs. He had never used them before, but dug them out. He smiled at me, when we stripped off our pajamas, and got dressed. I started packing.

"Don't forget clean underwear." He teased. I packed four sets of clothes in my back pack, and a hairbrush, and tooth brush. He handed me the Ring, which I hung around my neck.

"Ryou, try this on." I turned, and took the leather jacket he handed me. I pulled it on. "Perfect." He mused. "It was a bit small for me." I smiled, and took it off, as it was quite warm already. Bakura took one of the travel packs to kitchen, filling it with canned foods, and a can opener (at my suggestion ^_~) and some bottled water. He came back into the bedroom, and I watched, curious, as he tore up the carpet in the corner of the room. He took out a thick envelope, and to my surprise, pulled out a thick wad of cash. He winked at me, and slipped it into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. I turned, and looked around. We had another travel pack to fill, but with what? My next few moments were spent in muffled darkness, when Bakura tossed a sleeping bag over my head. I pulled it off, and glared at him.

"A major rule." He said, wagging his finger at me. "No sex in the sleeping bag. That's our only bed, and we can't change the sheets." I giggled. He opened the top drawer of my dresser, and started going through his extensive knife collection. He smiled, and pulled out a dagger, on a short belt. He beckoned me over, and lifted my shirt up. He strapped the belt around my waist, so the dagger was in the small of my back. I blinked, and he ruffled my hair, before applying one to himself in the same manner. I watched, fascinated, as he proceeded to arm himself further, concealing some blades in his jeans, strapped to his calves, one visible at his hip, and smaller ones in the sleeves of his jacket, on his lower arms. He winked at me, as he pulled a long leather coil from the drawer, and I jumped, as he cracked the whip, loudly. He crammed it into the empty travel pack, and pulled out a mini cross bow. Where the hell did he get all this stuff?

"Bakura, we're not going on a killing spree." I said, nervously.

"I'm going well armed, or not going at all." He said, pulling out a hand gun, and checking it. I rolled my eyes, and looked over to my bedside table. A few pictures sat on it. One, was me and father, at my last birthday. One, was a photo of my mother. And the last, was of me, and my friends. We were all there; me, Bakura, Malik, Marik, Yami, Yugi, Otogi, Joey, Tristan, Seto, and Mokuba. I sighed, and picked up the three pictures. I slid them into the travel pack, giving a sad smile to Bakura.

"You're going to miss them Ryou-chan."

"I know. But the longer we stay, the more danger we're in." I crammed a few sweaters into the pack, and closed it up.

"Ready?" Bakura asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Ready." We left the apartment, and dropped our key in the land lord's mailbox. Then, we headed out to Bakura's motorcycle. "Bakura, take me by the school." I said, putting the backpack on my back, as he strapped the travel packs to the machine. He looked at me, and nodded.

"It's their lunch time, right?"

"Yeah." I said.

When we got there, my friends were sitting together, under the usual tree. Marik was sitting by Malik, and we watched, as Yami Yugi got up, and left, to get Yugi another milk, after the boy gave him the puppy eyes.

"that was convenient." Bakura muttered to me. I nodded, and entered the school yard, Bakura at my heals. My friends looked up when they saw me, and glared daggers at Bakura, except Marik, who looked torn.

"Ryou, where have you been? Where's your uniform?" Yugi asked me.

"I've been at home, and that's where my uniform is." I said. "I came to say good bye."

"Good bye?" Malik echoed.

"I'm leaving." I said. "We, are leaving."

"We…." Joey murmured, and then, they all turned, and stared at Bakura.

"What?" Yugi gasped. "When? Where? Why? When will you be back?!"

"I'm leaving, now. I don't know where we're going. And, we won't BE back….."

"WHY?!?" Malik gasped.

"BAKURA!!!" A thunderous shout was heard. I winced, and we all turned to see Yami running across the yard. I scowled, and moved close to Bakura.

"That's why." I said, simply. We started edging away from the group, as Yami skidded to a stop, shoving the little milk carton into Yugi's hands. He looked ready to kill, but also looked at me, nervously. I glared at him.

"My threat was not empty, Yami, so don't even think of doing anything to Bakura." I snarled.

"I'll get him, one way or another, Ryou." He snapped.

"You'll have to find us first." Bakura snarled, and I reached behind me, taking his hand.

"Bakura…." Marik said, suddenly. "I'll miss you, my friend." Bakura nodded, and smiled, slightly.

"I'll miss you too, Marik." Marik nodded, looking very upset. He swallowed, and we could see he was near tears.

"May Ra protect you. Both of you." Yami blinked confused, as we turned our backs, and walked away. Bakura got on his motorcycle, and I got on behind him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist, pressing my chest into his back, and resting my head on his shoulder. He revved up the machine, and turned his head, kissing my cheek.

"Where to, Ryou?"

"Anywhere." I said. "As long as I have you." He drove down the street, and as we reached the corner, I turned back for a last look at my friends. I had tears in my eyes, and saw, that Yugi, Malik and Marik did too. And, as we turned the corner, I thought I saw a shimmering trail, slide down Yami Yugi's cheek.

***** End *****

Ohhh…. So sad….. Ryou and Bakura have left Domino. Forever. But that's okay. The original ending was Yami destroying Bakura, not banishing him, Ryou losing his sanity, and slitting his wrists, dying in YamiYugi's arms. But I like this better. Please R&R! And as I said at the top, if you want the pic that inspired I Hate It. I Crave It. just e-mail me your request. Ut don't post it on your site. Speaking of posting, I'm still looking for a place for my fan art. It's really good! I promise! ^_^