Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Koibito Yami ❯ A Christmas to Remember ( Chapter 11 )

Koibito Yami

(Dark Lover)

Hato Chiisai

NOTE: This is rated R for violence, language, sex and rape. THIS IS A YAOI FIC! That means male/male relationships and male/male SEX!

If you don't like that kind of stuff, then make it easy for every one and DON"T READ IT!!!!

Ryou x Bakura, Yugi x Yami, Ryou x Origional Character (rape)

Discclaimer: Hey, I'm a poor college student. I DON'T OWN A DAMN THING!!!! But I do own "Angel of My Heart", Bakura's song to Ryou. I wrote it myself.

Chapter 11- A Christmas to Remember

Bakura woke in the morning when he fell off of the bed. He sat straight up, alert, and ready to kill, as any tomb robber would. But after he blinked, and remembered where he was, he was only worried as to whether he woke Ryou or not. He got onto his knees, and looked on the bed. Ryou, as he often did, had found his way to the very corner of the bed, in the corner of the room, and curled up into a tight ball, as if trying to make himself as small as possible. Bakura smirked.

Even before he really had any feelings for Ryou, he never had the heart to pry the boy out of that position, no matter how angry he was; as long as the boy was asleep, that is. If he had been awake, Bakura would have beaten the child. But Bakura used to just sit and watch Ryou sleep like that for hours, if he caught the boy curled up in the corner of the bed like that. Bakura had always found it adorable, not that he would have admitted it.

Bakura moved up onto the bed, sitting on the other side, just to watch Ryou sleep, quietly. He moved carefully, so as not to wake Ryou. Because of him, Ryou had become very alert, even in sleep. If he even got the feeling that he was in any trouble, he would be wide awake in a split second, something that Bakura found to be a very good quality; he himself had it. Of course, he had developed it when he lived in Egypt, knowing that whether or not he woke quickly, ready to fight, would be a matter of life and death, and it had saved his life a good many times. Ryou had learned it out of his fear of Bakura.

Bakura whirled when he heard a creak on the stairs. He snatched his switch blade off of Ryou's bedside table, and flicked it open, pulled on his boxers, then moved over to the door, so he would be hidden if it opened. His eyes narrowed, and he held his breathe as the knob turned. The door opened, slowly, and Bakura raised the knife, and tensed.

Yaten Bakura looked into the room. At first, he thought the bed was empty, and he hurried into the room. Suddenly, he was jumped from behind, and there was a hand over his mouth, and a knife at his throat. HE froze. There was a gasp behind him, and he was released. He whirled, and stared at Bakura, who was looking annoyed.

"Don't sneak up on us like that." Bakura hissed.

"For Christ's sake, Bakura!" Yaten shouted, but Bakura pounced, and covered his mouth.

"Shhh!" Bakura commanded, and looked pointedly at the bed. Yaten looked, and only then noticed Ryou curled up in the corner, wrapped in the bedsheets. Bakura released hi mouth, and with a jerk of his head, beckoned Yaten out of the room. They went down stairs, and into the living room.

"Care to explain why you put a knife to my throat?" Yaten snarled, annoyed.

"Protecting Ryou."

"From his father?!?"

"I didn't know it was you!"

"Who else would it have been?!?" Bakura gave Yaten a cold glare. "All right, all right, point taken." Yaten grumbled.

"You could have knocked." Bakura muttered.

"It's my house!"

"It's Ryou's room!" The two glared at eachother. Yaten finally looked away, and sat down.

"Well, I guess I won't complain. Ryou's safe with you." Bakura nodded, and folded his arms over his chest.

"I'm going back up. After last night, he may be upset if I'm not there." Bakura said, and turned, going back upstairs. Yaten sighed, and watched him go. He glanced up at the angel on the tree, the image of his wife. He pointed to the stairs.

"Did you know all this would happen?" HE asked, as if expecting the figure to answer.

Upstairs, Bakura slid into the room, and back onto the bed. Ryou mumbled in his sleep. Bakura looked down at his knife, and flicked it closed, setting it on the bedside table. He moved over to Ryou and wrapped his arms around the little ball that was his light. Ryou's eyes flickered open, and fixed on Bakura's. Bakura smiled, captivated by the depth in his lover's brown eyes. Ryou smiled, and lifted his head. Bakura leaned forwards, pressing his lips to Ryou's.

"Mmm… Merry Christmas." Ryou mumbled, breaking the kiss, and stretched his body out, his back arching off of the bed, his arms stretching above his head. Bakura smiled, admiring Ryou's slim figure, but frowned slightly at his protruding ribs. Bakura ran his fingers over them, making Ryou gasp, and giggle.

"That tickles!!!" Ryou complained. Bakura sat up, and jerked the sheets off of Ryou's body, making the boy sit up, but Bakura shoved him back down.

"Lie still." He snapped, and Ryou froze, hearing a familiar, terrifying tone in his Yami's voice. Bakura looked up at Ryou, startled, to see the fear painted on his face. Bakura looked away, ashamed that he had frightened the child. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

"It's all right. Old habits die hard." Ryou said, softly, and saw Bakura wince. "Sorry."

"Iie. It's the truth. Don't apologize. Just, lie still for a minute, all right?" Bakura asked, settling between Ryou's legs, and Ryou nodded, but blushed as his yami began looking over his body. Bakura reached up, and stared into Ryou's face, feeling his hollow cheeks, and cheek bones. Ryou frowned, studying his yami's concerned face. Bakura moved his hands down, fingers running over Ryou's thin neck, brushing over his jugular, that stood out against his alabaster skin. His fingers flicked over Ryou's protruding collar bone, then moved over his narrow, bony shoulders.

"Ryou…." Bakura murmured, as his hands slid down the boy's chest, and ran over his ribs again, then moved to his caved-in stomach. They moved out, and his hand encircled Ryou's small waist. Bakura frowned. His hands were a few inches shy of being able to completely wrap around Ryou's waist. He blinked, and slid his hands down over Ryou's hips, feeling the skin stretched over the bone. Bakura stopped there, and looked up into Ryou's large confused eyes. Ryou's eyes widened.

`He looks so sad.' Ryou thought to himself. `What's wrong with him?' Bakura lowered his eyes, then leaned forwards, and wrapped his arms round Ryou's body, laying his head on the boy's chest.

/Bakura? Are you all right?/

//…..//

/Bakura./

//Iie.//

/What's wrong?/

//You.//

/Did I do something?/

//I, no, you just…//

/Kura?/

//Ryou, you're not eating enough.//

/Nani?/

//You're too thin, tenshi. You look, well, sick….//

/I'm fine, Kura./

//Promise? If you were sick, you would tell me, right?//

/You'd be the first to know, Bakura. I love you./

//I love you too, Ryou.// Bakura thought, and moved up, kissing Ryou. //Watashi no hato chiisai. Watashi no takara kicho. Watashi no tenshi aisuru. Ashiteru, Ryou.// Ryou moaned into his mouth, and Bakura smiled, when he felt Ryou slip his hands into his boxers, and stroked him gently. Bakura dipped his tongue into Ryou's mouth, and with a thought, the bedroom door closed, and locked. Ryou broke the kiss an blinked at the door.

"How'd you do that?"

"I wanted it."

"Huh?"

"I'll teach you later." Bakura said, and slid down Ryou's body, taking Ryou's arousal into his mouth. Ryou sat straight up.

"Bakura!" He gasped, then flopped back and moaned when Bakura sucked lightly. "My Dad's here!!" He moaned.

//That didn't stop us last night.//

"He could come up any minute."

//He already has.//

"Nani?!?"

//Lie down.//

"Did he come in?!?"

//Yes, now lie down.//

"I'm naked!"

//So? You're guy, he's a guy, and you were covered by the sheets. Now lie down.//

"Then what was covering you?!"

//Boxers. I'm not gonna ask you again. Lie down now.//

"Oh, make me." Ryou snapped, annoyed. Bakura bit Ryou harshly, making the boy yelp in pain, and shoved him back onto the bed, soothing the bite with his tongue. Ryou bit his lip and gasped. Bakura smirked, and skimmed his teeth over Ryou's hard length, before he deep-throated him. He swallowed around him, once, before he began humming in the back of his throat, grinning at the little pleasured mewls coming from Ryou's parted lips. Ryou's eyes clouded over, and he clutched at the sheets. Bakura slid his hands up to Ryou's chest, pinching and rolling his nipples under his fingers, making the boy gasp and writhe. Ryou bucked his hips up, and Bakura skillfully relaxed his throat, taking the boy in as far as he could, still humming in the back of his throat, as Ryou tried to get closer to the vibrations. Bakura smiled, and, feeling how close Ryou was, swallowed, sending him over the edge. Ryou whimpered and arched his back, tossing his head, as he came hard into Bakura, who swallowed Ryou's essence expertly. Bakura moved up and stared down into Ryou's wide eyes.

"Merry Christmas, watashi no takara kicho." He said, an kissed Ryou gently. "But your father's waiting for us downstairs." Ryou blinked, and looked at Bakura frowning.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Cause you wouldn't have let me do that." Bakura chuckled, and Ryou growled, sitting up. The two got dressed, and went downstairs. There was an interesting smell coming from the kitchen, so Ryou and Bakura headed that way. Yaten was at the stove, trying to put a small fire out. The Lady of Faith was watching him.

"Damn pancakes!" Yaten snarled, and Ryou giggled, then tossed the burning mass into the sink, while Bakura flicked on the water, grinning at Yaten. Ryou took over making the pancakes, while Bakura checked in with the Lady of Faith, Electric Lizard, and White Magical Hat. Yaten went with him, curious about the duel monsters, then went out to get the paper. Bakura had just called back the Electric Lizard, when he heard Yaten gasp.

"Bakura! Get out here!" Bakura quickly ran to Yaten's side. There was a message written in the snow on the doorstep.

The boy will pay for the Spirit's interference.

Bakura swallowed.

"He was here. Last night." Yaten muttered.

"Damn. I had hoped the car crash killed him." Bakura snarled. He looked up, when they heard Ryou coming. Bakura quickly stomped out the message. "We don't want to scare Ryou." He said, and went back into the house.

"Pancakes are ready." Ryou said, cheerfully. Yaten and Bakura schooled their features into cheerful smiles, and followed Ryou, glancing at eachother, worried. They sat down at the table, and Yaten began saying grace. Bakura listened with mild interest. Ryou had once tried to explain the Christian religion to him, but the idea of one God, or three in one, a Trinity, as Ryou called it, just didn't make sense to Bakura, who had grown up in the Egyptian Religion. Not that he had been religious, but……

Yaten finished grace, and Bakura dug into the pancakes. Ryou started asking his father about South America, and Bakura listened, interestedly, hearing that there were structures similar to the Pyramids that he was so familiar with. Yaten talked about the religion in that part of the world, and Bakura was fascinated hearing of that human sacrifices to their own sun god. But Ryou obviously didn't like hearing about that, so Yaten changed the subject. But the conversation dwindled, as they finished breakfast, and they cleaned up in silence.

"So," Yaten said. "Shall we open our presents?"

"Yeah!" Ryou said, excited. Bakura laughed at Ryou's childish attitude, and followed him out to the living room. Bakura sat down on the sofa, while Ryou sat on the f floor near the tree, Yaten nearby.

"Here, Dad!" Ryou said, handing Yaten a neatly wrapped gift. Yaten smiled, and unwrapped it.

"Ryou…." Yaten groaned. He held up the book. Bakura snickered, while Ryou tried not to laugh. The book was Cooking for Dummies. "That's not funny, Ryou." Yaten snarled, and Ryou collapsed into a fit of giggles.

"I think it's appropriate." Bakura sniggered, earning himself a glare from his hikari's father. Ryou got a hold of himself.

"That's not all I got you, Dad." Ryou gasped, and handed his father something else. Yaten eyed the gift, suspicious. "Oh, come on, Dad." Ryou said. Yaten opened it, and his eyes widened.

"Ryou…." He gasped. "Where did you get this?" He stared at the book. "I've looked everywhere for this!"

"I know." Ryou said. "Internet." Bakura looked at the book. It was some guy's research on Egypt. Bakura grunted, and rolled his eyes when Ryou gave his Dad a huge hug.

"I think I like this book more than the other." Yaten said, grinning, and Ryou giggled again.

"Okay, my turn." Bakura said, and Yaten and Ryou blinked at him, as he got off of the sofa, and picked up a lumpy, messily wrapped parcel. "I'm, kinda new at the whole gift wrapping thing." Bakura shrugged, embarrassed. Yaten frowned, and opened it. A bunch of Egyptian scrolls fell out. "I found those in your office." Bakura said quickly. "I translated them. Ryou said, you hadn't gotten around to it, and it takes you weeks just to get through one scroll. So I did it for you." Yaten's mouth fell open, and he looked over the translations. Bakura found the look on his face to be very comical, and so did Ryou.

"Wow." Yaten said, after a moment. "Gee, I, uh, wow." Ryou giggled again, and Bakura smirked. Yaten looked up. "Do you have any idea how much time and trouble you have saved me?" Bakura shrugged, and Ryou was grinning, looking between his father and yami. Yaten stood, and embraced Bakura, making the spirit blink. But, hesitantly, Bakura lifted his arms, and placed them around Yaten, returning the embrace. Yaten smiled as he felt Bakura's body slowly relax, and he gave Bakura a brief squeeze, before stepping back. Ryou frowned up at Bakura. He had never seen that look on Bakura's face before. Bakura suddenly looked years younger. He had a lost expression on his face, showing massive amounts of depression, and confusion. Ryou stood.

"Bakura?" He asked, and his dark slowly turned to look at him. "Are you all right?" Bakura looked away, and swallowed, before nodding, and slowly sitting down.

"Just, remembering, Ryou…" Bakura mumbled. Yaten and Ryou looked at eachother, and both shrugged. Ryou went under the tree, and dragged something out, and placed it in Bakura's lap. Bakura blinked, and looked down at the large gift, then at Ryou, who was looking at him, hopefully.

"Open it, Kura." Ryou said. Bakura smiled, slightly, and tore off the paper. He opened the box…and blinked. Inside, was another box, wrapped nicely, like the first.

"Ryou……" Yaten scolded, though he was amused. He had been a victim of Ryou's box-in-a-box trick many times. Bakura unwrapped the box, and opened, it, only to find, another box. He looked at Ryou, confused, but Ryou just grinned, so Bakura sighed, and opened the next box, and the next, and the next, and the next. Bakura put them all down, and looked at Ryou.

"You have too much time on your hands." He complained, and Ryou just shrugged, and Bakura opened the next box, to find another box. They were getting quite small now.

"Last one." Ryou said, finally, as Bakura opened a small box, and took out a tiny one, that sat comfortably in the palm of his hand. He blinked at it, and raised an eyebrow at Ryou. He unwrapped it, and looked at the little velvet box. He opened it, and stared.

"Remember how I said that there are different ways of letting people know that you aren't available?" Bakura nodded dumbly, while Ryou scowled, and rubbed his shoulder, where Bakura's bite was starting to scab over. Bakura saw Ryou do this, and chuckled lightly, rubbing his own shoulder, where Ryou's teeth had left their mark.

"Hai."

"Well, that's how." Ryou said, sliding up onto the sofa, next to Bakura. Yaten cleared his throat, and left, mumbling something about the bathroom. Ryou smiled, silently thanking his father. He looked at the little box in Bakura's hands. Two little gold rings sat on the cushion. On each, there were two little hands, holding a heart. On closer inspection, Bakura was amazed to see the Sennen Eye engraved in the center of each heart.

"Ryou…." He breathed, as Ryou took the larger of the two rings in his hand, and took Bakura's hand in his.

"If the heart points towards you, it means you're taken. If it points away from you, it means you're available." Ryou said, and slid the ring onto Bakura's finger, the heart pointing towards him. Bakura stared at the ring a moment, then looked back at the second ring, and picked it up. He turned, and pressed his lips to Ryou's, as he slid the ring onto his lover's finger. Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura's' shoulders. They broke the kiss after a moment, and Ryou rested his head on Bakura's chest.

"Ashiteru." He whispered. Bakura smiled, and hugged Ryou tightly.

"I know." He said. Yaten walked in at the moment, and smirked at the two.

"Okay, c'mon you two turtle doves."

"Turtle dove?" Bakura asked, looking up. "What's a turtle dove?"

"Never mind." Yaten and Ryou said in unison.

"That reminds me." Yaten said, sitting down. "Just what were you up to, last night?" Ryou and Bakura looked up sharply, and Yaten watched their reaction closely. Ryou turned bright red, and moved closer to Bakura, averting his eyes from his father. Bakura swallowed, and looked away as well.

"The pair of you kept me awake." Yaten said, sternly. "Were you two, uh, having sex?" Ryou hid his face in Bakura's chest, and a blush crawled across the ancient spirit's cheeks. He buried his face in Ryou's hair, after a moment.

/What should we do?!?/ Ryou asked, panicked.

//Well, your father seems totally calm about it, Ryou. Maybe we should tell him the truth.//

/What? You've gotta be joking!/

"Well?" Yaten said.

"Give us a minute!" Bakura said, quickly.

"If you want to talk, I can leave." Yaten said.

"We are talking." Bakura said. Yaten blinked.

"What?" Ryou looked up

"We, uh, well, first off, about last night, uh, yes. We, uh, we did." Ryou mumbled. Bakura blinked, and Yaten sat back, frowning. "Sorry." Ryou said, quietly, and hid his face again.

"For what?" Yaten asked. Ryou didn't answer. "Ryou, I'm not mad."

"You're not?"

"No. I kind of wish you didn't make the same mistake I did, but…." Yaten sighed, and looked at Ryou, who was staring at him, confused. "Let me put it this way. I wasn't a virgin when I graduated from High School." Yaten thought Ryou's eyes would pop out of his head. "When I said your mother and I were High School sweethearts, I meant it." Yaten said, and grinned, sheepishly. "Your mother and I were in love, Ryou. And, if you love Bakura, and he loves you, well, I have no reason to object."

"Even though he's sleeping with an older guy?" Bakura said, smiling wryly. Yaten frowned.

"Uh, how much older, again?" He said, weakly.

"Hah! Five thousand years older!" Bakura laughed. Yaten raised an eyebrow, and Bakura regained his composure, after Ryou elbowed him in the ribs.

"Stop that." Ryou commanded, and Bakura grinned, hiding his face in Ryou's hair again. Yaten sighed.

"Ryou, after what Ketsueki did to you," Ryou winced, and clung to Bakura, who looked down at him, and held him. "You're probably instinctively searching out Bakura. Did you always love Bakura, Ryou? Or was it after you were, raped?"

"I fell in love with him the first time I saw him. I've loved him for years, Dad."

"All right. I want to make sure that what you're feeling is real. If you loved him, even when he hurt you, well, if that isn't real love, I don't know what is." Yaten said. "So, um, how far have you two gone?" Ryou and Bakura blushed again. "Have you gone all the way?" Bakura swallowed, and nodded, knowing that Ryou wouldn't answer that question. Yaten nodded.

"I thought so." He said, then frowned. "Um, it's really none of my business, but, are Yugi and Yami, involved?" Ryou looked up, remembering a few nights back. Bakura nodded. "Well," Yaten said. "As long as you both seem to be happy, I won't get involved, but, if you two wouldn't mind refraining from, um, certain activities when I'm around, or at least keeping the volume down," Here, he looked at Ryou, who blushed, and hid his face again, "Then there won't be any objections from me." Bakura and Ryou nodded. "Well then, care to explain how you two were talking?"

"That, I can explain." Ryou said, looking up. "You see Dad, I'm sure Yugi explained that we are two parts of one soul. I mean, we're separate souls, but, we are one." Yaten nodded. "We have a mental link. We can sense eachother's emotions, physical states, thoughts, we can communicate telepathically." Yaten blinked.

"Really? Let's see." He said, and dragged Ryou across the room, and shoving him into the hall. Then, he took something off of the mantle. "Ryou?!?" He called. "What am I showing Bakura?!?" There was a pause, then Ryou gasped and stormed into the room. He smacked Bakura upside the head.

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" He snapped. "My father does not read pornographic magazines!" Bakura laughed, and Yaten blinked, looking down at the volume of Shakespeare he was holding in his hand. He looked back up at Ryou and Bakura. Bakura had managed to size Ryou's wrists, but the boy was attempting to kick the spirit, who shook with uncontrollable laughter.

"The look, on your face, is way too priceless!" Bakura laughed, an released Ryou once the boy calmed down. Yaten looked at Bakura, who shrugged. "Sorry. I couldn't help it." He gasped. Ryou growled something under his breathe, and Bakura gave him a look.

"I heard that…" He muttered, and Ryou stuck out his tongue at his dark. Yaten sighed, and sat down.

"Here, Ryou. Merry Christmas." Yaten said, handing Ryou an enormous box. Ryou blinked, and opened it. Inside, were many little boxes.

"Okay Dad. Number one, the box-in-a-box is my trick. And number two, they're supposed to all be inside eachother, not all scattered in one big box."

"Shut up and open them, Ryou." Yaten chuckled. "The biggest first." Ryou sighed, and unwrapped the gift. Bakura watched in mild amusement, as Ryou's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Oh, no way!" He gasped, and Bakura looked at the box in his hands.

"Playstation?" He said. "What's a Playstation?" He asked.

"It's not a Playstation, it's a Playstation 2!!" Ryou gasped, and Bakura raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?"

"I'll explain later!" Ryou said, and passed the box to his confused yami, and gave his father a huge hug. "Thank you so much, Dad!" He squealed, making Yaten laugh.

"Open the others, Ryou." He said. In the end, Ryou ended up with extra controllers, and seven games; Kingdom Hearts, Tekken 4, Obi-Wan, Final Fantasy 8, Spiderman, Spyro: Enter the Dragon Fly, and the new Dragon Ball Z game that just came out, which even Bakura was interested in.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't keep it in the living room, however." Yaten said.

"But, we only wave the one TV!" Ryou whined, waving his hand at the object in question. Yaten nodded.

"Well, we can get another. I've been meaning too, anyway. I want it either in your room, or Bakura's."

"Mine!" Bakura yelped, and Ryou shrugged.

"All right." Yaten smiled, and handed Ryou a smaller box.

"That was your big one, here's another little something I thought you'd like." Ryou smiled, and opened it. It was a well polished flat wooden box. Ryou unclasped it, opened it, and gasped.

"Oh, wow!" He said, eyes sparkling. His curious yami peeked over his shoulder.

"What is it?" Bakura asked.

"It's a professional Calligraphy Kit!" Ryou breathed, looking over the eight different nibs, five pens, and thirty ink cartridges.

"A what?" Bakura asked, frowning.

"It's an ancient style of writing. It's fancy. You saw the invitation to the Christmas Banquet, right?"

"Yeah?"

"The writing was one style of Calligraphy."

"That? And you know how to do it?" Bakura said, impressed.

"Sure."

"Wow. That's incredible. Will you teach me?"

"Sure. This is so cool, Dad. Thanks!" Ryou said, handing the kit to Bakura, and giving Yaten a hug.

"You know, you can make a lot of money doing Calligraphy, Ryou."

"Yeah. I know."

"Keep practicing."

"You bet." Then, Bakura grabbed another messily wrapped package, and handed it to Ryou.

"Uh, here, Ryou." He said, nervously. Ryou blinked, then opened it. "I, uh, remembered this one time, when, I, uh, got mad at you, because, well, there was no reason. You happened to be reading this book at that time, and I torched it. You seemed really upset about it. I mean, I'd torched books of yours before, but, you never cried over it before. I still don't know why it meant so much to you, but…." Ryou stared at the book in his lap.

"Bakura…." He murmured, and felt a tear run down his face. "This, this book, was all the comfort I had, when I had nothing else to turn too."

"What's so special about it, Ryou?"

"You wouldn't understand." Ryou said. "I tried to make you understand. About the one God, the Holy Trinity."

"Oh. That again."

"This book can explain it all." Ryou said. "This book can give all the answers." Bakura blinked. "Mom used to read to me from it when I was little. Thank you." Ryou said, and hugged Bakura, who looked down, curiously, at the Holy Bible, amazed at how a simple book could be so much.

"Ryou. One more thing." Bakura said. "What do you know about me? About my past?" Ryou looked up, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"I, I know that you were a slave, in Egypt. And then, a thief. A tomb robber. And that you were, raped, when you were little." Bakura nodded.

"There's so much to tell about my life, Ryou. And, if you really want to know, I'll tell you." Bakura said, and Ryou nodded, an made himself comfortable on the sofa.

"I'm ready." He said. Bakura blinked.

"What now?"

"Hai." Ryou said. Yaten cleared his throat.

"I'd like to hear this too." He said. Bakura sighed, and thought a moment.

"Please, Kura?" you pleaded. Bakura smiled.

"All right." He said, finally, and made himself comfortable. "I always thought it was interesting Ryou, that you would choose to give me the nickname `Kura'. You see, in Egypt, that was my name." Ryou blinked, and Bakura laughed lightly. "Or, at least similar. You put the accent on the `u'. In Egypt, it was on the `a'. I was called Kurah. As you know, I was born a slave. I'm not sure how many years the Pharaoh had reigned. Yami, by the way, or, Yugioh, in Egypt, was born when I was two, maybe three. I do remember the celebrations. Even the slaves were given a day off.

"But as to me, there were ranks among slaves, and my mother was low. My father, was a more privileged slave. He was a household slave, while my mother was a common slave. When I was born, I was a common slave. The common slaves did the manual labor, that you would see in movies and what not. Of course, being an albino in Egypt isn't a good thing. As hot as it was, I had to wear long sleeves, and pants, a cloak to protect me from the sun. It also served to protect me from being noticed by the guards. I also coated my skin daily with dust, to make it darker. The labor made my body strong. No offense or anything Ryou, but I probably could have beat you up by age ten." Ryou smirked slightly.

"I wouldn't be surprised." Ryou said, with grim humor in his tone.

"Anyway, my mother died when I was twelve. There was an accident, an she was crushed under falling rock. After that, my father came to get me. I had rarely ever seen him, so I was surprised. I thought that maybe he did care about me. But I was wrong." Bakura sighed, and looked down. "My father had me in his, er, custody, for a week, before he came home one night, drunk, and, he," Bakura swallowed, an closed his eyes. "He raped me. I was only twelve." Ryou stared, mouth open. "When he woke up the next day, he acted like he didn't' give a shit. And then, a few months after, he started to sell me out, to his friends. High ranking slaves, that actually had money, or house servants. He started taking me to the tavern with him, and selling me out there. Someone would pay my father, and take me to a back room, and use me, then leave, and the next would come in not long after. I was used, sometimes up to a dozen times a night." Bakura had to pause a moment, to gather his thoughts. Yaten moved from the floor to the sofa, next to Ryou, who looked extremely upset. He hugged Ryou, and Ryou glanced up at his father, before moving closer, seeking comfort. Bakura finally continued.

"By the time I was fourteen, I had developed quite a, er, reputation. One night, a man approached my father. He looked me over, and then offered him enough money to buy his freedom, in exchange for me. He was a slave trader, and he said, Ra, I still remember his words. He said he wanted to use me to `breed better stock to sell.' He wanted to use me to breed more slaves to sell! I was nothing to him but an animal. A stud. That's all. `Better stock' my ass!" Bakura snarled. He sighed, and shook his head, shrugging. "My father, of course, agreed. That was the last time I ever saw him.

"The slave trader took me with him. I didn't want to go, but he made me. He took me to him room at the inn, I thought he would use me like all the others, but he didn't lay a finger on me. The next day, he tossed me up onto a camel, and we joined a caravan heading out into the desert, and down the Nile, to a small village. He had his, `slave farms' there. I was kept in, what he called, a `stable,' with other boys about my age, all from thirteen to eighteen. We were chained to our beds at night, an kept behind walls in the day. I don't know how long I was there, nearly a year. And I was never used. But that luck wasn't to last. I was taken out one day, and the man who had taken me from my father, presented me to another man, saying that he didn't know if I was old enough to be bred, yet. Bu the man he was talking to said he wanted to try, and my master, I suppose you could call him, said that he could have me for one week."

"I panicked. I didn't want to be used again. I broke free of the slaves holding me, and ran. I spooked some horses, and they panicked, and that got the camels going." Bakura smirked at the memory. "It was total chaos. I ran. I ran out into the desert, and ran as fast as I could, as long as I could. I don't know how long it was before I stopped to rest, and try to get the ropes off of my wrists. But after a few minutes, I noticed a cloud of dust; I was being followed. I got up, and started to run again, but within minutes, they had run me down on their horses, and I was surrounded. I collapsed, completely exhausted.

"They yelled at me a while, but I didn't listen; I didn't care. I didn't even try to defend myself when they began to beat me. But, when they started to take my clothes off, I fought them. I screamed, and cried, and struggled to get away, but, they held me down, and, took me. All of them. There were maybe, seven, eight, nine, they all took me, some more that once. After a while, I gave up, and didn't even try to fight; I couldn't stop them. I just lay there, on my face in the sand, and stared out at the desert. I watched a cloud of dust, trying to concentrate on that, as opposed to what they were doing to me. And then, I realized, the cloud of dust was getting closer. I just watched, and then, I noticed, that it was a rider, on a horse. The rider got closer and closer.

"Suddenly, I realized that everything was silent. The men weren't touching me. They were watching the approaching rider. All of a sudden, they panicked. They started running around screaming, and drew their swords. It took a minute for me to figure out why they were scared. The rider was wearing clothing covering nearly every inch of his body. His clothes were the color of sand. So was the horse he rode. He was a legend. Over the past two or three years, since my mother died, their had been rumors of a Lone Desert Raider, who rode a horse the color of the sands, and dressed in that color as well. Few who saw him lived to tell the tale. He was a thief, a killer, a Desert Pirate, if you will. And I was looking right at him.

"the next thing I knew, he was upon us, his blade drawn. Within minutes, he and I were the only living humans left. He just sat on his horse, and stared at me. I couldn't see his eyes, they were hidden by his cloak. I looked at him, and begged him to kill me. The pain was too much, I wanted to die. E got off of his horse, and came over to me. He raised his sword, and I thanked him for killing them, and now, for showing me mercy. He stopped, and stared at me. Then, he lowered his blade, and I started to cry. I begged him to slit my throat, but he didn't. He sheathed his sword, and knelt, turning me onto my back. He stared at me, then, took off his cloak, and wrapped me in it. He picked me up, got onto his horse, and started to ride. He still wore a piece of cloth on his head, and covering his face, but I could see his eyes. They were the most bizarre color I had every seen; lavender."

"I slipped in and out of consciousness on the journey. I woke once, and he gave me some water, and then I passed out again. When I woke, I was flat on the ground, wrapped in a blanket, in a cave. I was cleaned of the blood, and my wounds had been bandaged. And yards away, was the desert raider. He was kneeling by a fire, stirring something in a clay pot. I remember him perfectly. He was tall, compared to me, at least, and slim, and muscular. He had deep tan skin, and his hair was bleached blonde. But what really startled me was his age. He wasn't that much older than me! And here, all of Egypt feared him. I laughed out loud then, and he looked up at me. His eyes were so cold, as they glared at me. The first thing he ever said to me was `Shut up.' Kind of ironic. It was also the last thing he ever said to me. He asked what was so funny. I told him that he was. He was just a kid, and all of Egypt feared him, and I thought that was the funniest thing in the world, that the most powerful empire in the world feared one boy. He thought a moment, then laughed a bit, too. I passed out again by this point.

"I was sick with a fever for a week, but he was there every time I woke, and we would exchange a few words before I went back to sleep. But through all this, I never had the sense to ask his name. I did, when the fever broke. Marik. Marik Ishtar." Bakura smiled, and Ryou looked up.

"Him. The one you loved." Yaten said. Bakura nodded.

"You said he taught you to speak Egyptian." Ryou said. Bakura laughed.

"Marik taught me many things, but that was one of the one things he didn't." Bakura folded his arms over his chest. "It took a few weeks for me to recuperate, but by that time, we had become close friends. I finally asked if I could stay with him. He started teaching me, then. I had the strength, and the speed, and he gave me the skill. I became a fighter. He kept me out there in the cave for months, sometimes leaving, and always returning within a few days. One night, he came back, with another horse. He said it was time to test my skills, and told me to get ready to leave. He gave me a knife, we got on our horses, and I followed him across the desert. By nightfall, we had reached the Imperial City. We left our horses beyond the city walls, and entered by foot. We were careful to keep my face and hair hidden, it would be like a beacon on the darkness. Here, I had my first hands-on lesson at thievery. We loitered around different taverns, picking pockets, and drinking. Then, left the city before the sun rose, and returned to our cave, miles from the city.

"And that was our life for the next year. Of course, we grew even closer. We, became lovers." Bakura smiled at the memories. "And we became infamous. We were unstoppable. We would rob tombs, leaving our mark, to let the Pharaoh know it was us, and then, we'd sit back, relax, and watch the whole kingdom freak out, while we laughed at them. But then, the Pharaoh died, and Prince Yugioh was made King. An things changed.

"Yugioh was far more powerful that his father. Things became difficult for us over the next few years. Marik became worried. He said that it was because of the Millennium Puzzle. I had no clue as to what he was talking about, and I received my first lesson on the seven Millennium Items. We didn't leave the cave for nearly a month. Or, he didn't. I did. I raided tombs, terrorized caravans, all the usual. One evening, when I came home, Marik was saddling up. He said he had found a way to get his hands on a Millennium Item. I went with him, of course. He said it was my final test, because we'd be breaking into the Palace. I was, ready, and we were both surprised at how easy it was getting in undetected. To make a long story short, we made it out with the Millennium Rod and Ring, right out from under the Pharaoh's nose; he was dealing with a traitorous High Priest."

"Kaiba…" Ryou said. Bakura nodded.

"But things didn't look up for us. Yugioh set a trap for us, and finally captured us, with the help of his pet sorcerer; the most mysterious person in all of Egypt. Few ever saw him, but the Pharaoh, High Priest, and High Council, of which he was a member. His name was Ahmose. I remember how he looked at us. His eyes were this bright gold color, but they were totally cold, emotionless. The other members of the council looked down at us, like we were worms, but he didn't. He showed no judgment, and for some reason, that creeped me out even more." Bakura shuddered. But I'm getting off track. Anyway, the Pharaoh was more interested in Marik than me, figuring out that he was the older and wiser of the two of us. We were imprisoned, I don't know how long. And interrogated daily.

"We were finally summoned to the throne room. the Pharaoh and his council interrogated us for hours, and their patience was wearing thin. They began beating us, but through it all, we never uttered a sound. Finally, Yugioh ran out of patience. He said he was giving Marik one last chance. I lost it, the puny Pharaoh was getting on my nerves. I shouted that he wouldn't get anything out of Marik, or me. Those were my last words. Marik looked at me, and said, `Kurah, shut up!' His first words were his last, in my ears. Yugioh banished me into the Ring, right in front of Marik. The last thing I remember, was Marik's face. I don't know how to describe it. He was horrified, angry, scared. Then, I was in my soul room. I remember seeing, in my dreams, when Yugioh sealed his own soul, sealing the Shadow Realm, and then, I was trapped, until Ryou released me. And, that was my life in a nutshell." Bakura said, smiling.

"Nutshell, huh?" Yaten said. Bakura shrugged.

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They spent the day together, mostly talking, Yaten asking a million questions about Egypt. Ryou dozed off, so Yaten and Bakura carried their conversation to the study, then woke Ryou for lunch. After lunch, Ryou began to cook dinner, while his father cleaned the house, and Bakura did whatever. Finally, dinner rolled around, and Ryou collapsed on the sofa to rest while Bakura and Yaten set the table, and they practically had to drag the exhausted boy to the table. Ryou blinked, then stared at the table.

"Wow! I didn't know you two could set tables." Ryou said. Yaten frowned.

"Heyyy…." He grumbled, and Bakura chuckled, pulling Ryou's chair out for him.

"Sit down, kid. You've worked your skinny ass off today."

"Bakura, watch you mouth." Yaten snarled, sitting down next to Ryou. Bakura sat on Ryou's other side. Yaten folded his hands, and Ryou did as well. Bakura shrugged, and mimicked them, and stayed respectfully quiet when Ryou's father said grace. As soon as he was done, Bakura practically pounced on the mashed potatoes. He heaped them onto his plate. Ryou laughed.

"Isn't that a little much, Bakura?"

"Iie. What do you put in them?"

"Uh, milk, butter, cream cheese, sour cream, salt, pepper, and a lot of garlic salt." Ryou said, putting some roast chicken onto his plate, and dove for the green beans. They three men were all more concerned with eating than conversation. By the end of the meal, Ryou was starting to nod off, so Yaten volunteered to clean the kitchen, giving Bakura a wink. Bakura took Ryou up to the bedroom. The two got into their pajamas, and climbed in bed, while Yaten argued with the dishwasher down stairs.

"Ryou, go to your soul room. I have another gift for you." Bakura mumbled. Ryou smiled, and closed his eyes. Bakura retreated to his soul room, and walked over to the door that lead to Ryou's. He knocked, and Ryou opened the door.

"Come in here, Ryou." Bakura said. Ryou blinked, and stepped in, looking around at the cluttered room, curiously.

"Uh, didn't you live in a cave?"

"Hai."

"Then shouldn't your soul room be like one?"

"You soul room is whatever you choose it to be, Ryou. It can be a desert," The room suddenly transformed into a desert. "Or a jungle," The room changed again. "Or a room that would be in the palace of a Pharaoh." The jungle changed into a large, fancy room of alabaster and marble. Bakura moved over to the bed in the middle of the room, on a raised platform, with curtains around it. Bakura smiled at Ryou.

"Come here, Ryou." Bakura said. Ryou blinked, and made his way over to the bed and sat next to Bakura. "Ryou, when you were attacked, the first time, and, we were in Yugi's house, you said you hated Ketsueki because he stole your innocence." Bakura said, carefully. Ryou nodded. "You said that you hated him because he stole it, an you wanted to, to give it to…." Bakura swallowed. "Me." Ryou nodded again, staring at the floor. Bakura took a deep breathe, and plunged ahead. He grabbed Ryou's shoulders, and turned him to face him. Ryou stared at Bakura. "Ryou, you still can." Ryou blinked.

"Nani?"

"Ryou, Ketsueki took the innocence of your body, but, not your soul. That, is still pure, and untouched. Your soul, is still as innocent as ever. And so is mine." Bakura said. He smiled. "In here, we are both virgins, unless we choose to give ourselves to eachother." Ryou stared at Bakura, hope in his eyes. Bakura raised his hand, and gently stroked Ryou's cheek. Suddenly, Ryou looked away.

"No. My dream." Ryou said. "He, he took me in my dream!" A single tear fell, and Bakura caught Ryou's chin in his fingers, and turned his head, Staring into his light's eyes.

"No. that's all it was. A dream. That wasn't him. It was nothing but your dream. His soul was not there. Only, you, me, and Yami were there. You were taken by something that doesn't exist, Ryou. Therefore, it doesn't count." Ryou stared at Bakura, eyes wide, as he contemplated this. He frowned, and looked down.

"So, I can still, give myself, to you, and it will be my first time?"

"Yes Ryou. But, it will also be mine. I have taken you in a false body, but here, there is nothing but our souls. You, and me, and whatever you choose. What do you want, Ryou?" Bakura asked, and Ryou looked away, thinking. He stood, and took a few steps away, and Bakura sat back, waiting. Finally, Ryou turned, and made his way back to the bed. Bakura looked at him. They stared at eachother for a few moments, then, slowly, Ryou climbed onto Bakura, sitting in his lap, straddling his hips. Ryou pressed his lips to Bakura's, and Bakura allowed his light's tongue to probe his mouth. Bakura leaned back, pulling Ryou with him, until he was laying on the bed, Ryou lying on his chest.

Ryou finally pulled back, and Bakura locked eyes with Ryou.

"Take me." Ryou whispered. "Do what you will. I am completely yours tonight, Bakura." Bakura's breathe caught in his throat, as Ryou rolled off of him, and lay down on the bed, eyes closed. He didn't move, he just lay there, waiting. Bakura stared at him for a few moments, then moved over to him, smoothly. He bent down, and kissed Ryou's neck, sliding his hands to Ryou's chest. He began undoing the buttons of his pajamas, kissing the flesh that was slowly being revealed. Ryou moaned, softly, when Bakura sucked an erect nipple into his mouth. He nipped it, sharply, then swirled his tongue around it, making Ryou arch into his touch. He pulled Ryou up a bit, and the boy shrugged off his shirt, before laying back down again.

Bakura switched to Ryou's other nipple, nibbling it gently, feeling it harden under the attention. Ryou moaned again, and lifted his hips, begging for contact/ Bakura smirked, and pressed his hips against Ryou's, rolling them. Ryou moaned louder, as Bakura slid down his body, dipping his tongue into Ryou's navel, flicking his fingers over Ryou's nipples, toying with them, as he swirled his tongue around Ryou's stomach, while the boy ground his hips against the spirit's chest, fisting his hands in his hair. Bakura smirked, and sat up, taking Ryou's hands. He pinned them above his head, and with a thought, velvet cords materialized, binding Ryou's wrists to the bed post. Ryou blinked, and pulled slightly, testing the bonds, as Bakura's hands slid down his torso. Bakura slid Ryou's pajama pants down his legs, and tossed them onto the floor. He leaned over, and took a bottle of oil off of the floor, tipping some into his hand, and rubbing it into his palms. Ryou watched him. Bakura glanced at Ryou, smirking.

He turned, and began to rub the oil into Ryou's skin, his slippery hands moving all over his chest and stomach. Bakura settled himself between Ryou's legs, and smiled, as Ryou got turned on again. Bakura lowered his head, and Ryou whimpered when he took the boy's arousal into his mouth. Ryou fought against the strong hands holding his hips down, and wrapped his legs around Bakura's back. Bakura took Ryou's further into his mouth, relaxing his throat. Ryou mumbled something incoherent, his hands pulling at the ropes binding them.

//Fight all you want.// Bakura said. //You won't get free.// Bakura sucked on Ryou fiercely, making the boy squeal and buck his hips up. Bakura's hands slid up Ryou's torso, pinching Ryou's nipples, making the hikari writhe as his body shivered in the intense pleasure.

/Oh, God!/ Ryou gasped. /Bakura, please, stop./ Bakura froze, and stared at Ryou, confused. He sat straight up, when he saw the tears in Ryou's eyes. Ryou's bonds vanished with a thought, and Bakura stared at Ryou.

"Ryou? Are you all right?" He asked, worried. Ryou nodded.

"Kura?"

"Hai?"

"Hold me." Ryou whimpered. Bakura slid up the bed next to Ryou, and pulled him into his chest. Ryou curled up into fetal position.

"Ryou? What's wrong?!?" Bakura asked, upset, feeling Ryou's emotions flying in every direction.

"I love you…" Ryou whimpered, and Bakura blinked.

"I love you too, Ryou. Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong, I just…." Ryou's voice trailed off, and he looked up at his dark, with watery eyes. "I, I don't know. Just, hold me, for now." Ryou pleaded, and Bakura held him tightly, rocking him slightly. Ryou lay his head on Bakura's chest, brining his legs down from his own chest, wriggling as close to Bakura as was physically possible. They lay there, not moving, not speaking, for quite a while, and Bakura was starting to think that Ryou had gone to sleep, when the boy tilted his face up, and kissed Bakura, gently.

//Ryou?//

/I know I said `do what you will,' but this time, can you just take it slow, and, gentle?/ Ryou asked, shyly. Bakura broke the kiss, and smiled at Ryou, cupping his soft cheek in his hand, staring into his eyes.

"Of course." He whispered, before pressing his lips to Ryou's, in a tender kiss, feeling the boy's entire body relax. Bakura gently ran his tongue over Ryou's lips, and they parted, allowing him to enter. His tongue probed Ryou's small mouth, curling around Ryou's tongue, savoring the taste. Ryou moaned softly when Bakura slid one oil-slicked finger into Ryou's body, twisting it against the tightness of it. Ryou rolled his hips slightly, and Bakura added another finger, stretching Ryou gently, feeling the slight twitch in Ryou's face when he winced. Ryou's hot breathe escaped his nose, caressing Bakura's cheek. Bakura vaguely thought to himself, about how he had never, in his entire life, been this gentle with anyone, for any reason.

He reached up, and ran a hand through Ryou's silky hair, holding the back of his head, and lifting slightly, pressing Ryou against him firmly. Ryou lifted his arms, and wrapped them around Bakura's neck and shoulders, and moaned again. Bakura added a third finger, making Ryou hiss slightly, braking the kiss. Bakura smiled, kissing Ryou's throat, when his head fell back, as he moaned, when Bakura began pulling his fingers in and out. Finally, Bakura stopped, deciding Ryou was ready, but didn't make a move immediately. He lifted Ryou's head, kissing him tenderly, as his fingers caressed Ryou's inner thigh.

//Ashiteru….// Bakura thought, as he slowly shifted above Ryou, his knees on either side of his hips. He rested his weight on his elbows, on either side of Ryou's head, stroking his lover's tongue with his own.

/I love you too…./ Ryou replied. /Do it./ Bakura broke the kiss, and moved down to lick at Ryou's throat, and nuzzled him behind the ear, as he positioned himself at Ryou's entrance. Ryou spread his legs slightly, an Bakura slowly pushed forwards. Ryou sucked in his breathe, and moaned, arching his back. Bakura slid in as far as Ryou could take him, then held still, resting on Ryou, who was fighting to keep his senses. Bakura watched a single tear roll down Ryou's pained face. Finally, Bakura felt Ryou relax around him, and Ryou kissed his shoulder. Bakura smiled, and rolled his hips against Ryou's, making Ryou moan again. Bakura continued this for a while, just rocking against his other half, listening to the little pleasured noises in his throat.

/Go./ Ryou murmured, bucking his hips slightly. Bakura balanced himself on his elbows again, and nibbled Ryou's ear, as he drew back, then pushed in. Ryou clenched his muscles as Bakura repeated the movement, making the other boy moan into the ear he was licking. Bakura continued to move with slow methodical thrusts, drawing it out for both of them. Both boys were slick with sweat, their hair plastered to their faces, that wore identical expressions of exquisite pleasure. Their cheeks were flushed, eyes gently closed, and brow slightly furrowed. Their lips were parted, as their breath came in labored gasps. Bakura opened his eyes, clouded in passion, and stared down at Ryou, his chest rising and falling as he panted softly. Bakura leaned down, and kissed Ryou's lips, gently, and began to thrust a bit harder and faster, making Ryou gasp slightly, and moan before returning the kiss..

Bakura lifted one arm, positioning it above Ryou's head, and transferred his weight onto that arm. He slid his other down Ryou's torso, until his fingers curled around Ryou's sex. Ryou's eyes flew open and a choked cry escaped his throat, as he thrust into Bakura's hand. Bakura gasped, and shut his eyes, at the sudden clenching around his throbbing manhood as he was jerked. He squeezed Ryou's straining shaft, and drove into Ryou harshly, making the little light give a strangled scream. Bakura pulled out, only to slam back into Ryou's tight heat, hitting Ryou's spot, deep within him. Ryou screamed, and arched his back, writhing at the sudden feelings. Bakura smiled, and grabbed Ryou's wrists, and pinned them above his head, like before, binding them with a thought.

He slid his hands down Ryou's chest again, toying with his nipples, and began thrusting hard into him again. He hung his face over Ryou's, Staring into the deep brown pools. A drop of sweat rolled down Ryou's flushed cheek, and Bakura crushed his mouth against Ryou's, cutting off the lust-filled cries. He forced his tongue into Ryou's mouth, and Ryou responded with a ferocity completely out of character for the timid light.

//So much for gentle…// Bakura thought. Ryou was silent, curling his tongue around Bakura's, moans still coming from his throat. //Oh, Ra….// Bakura thought. //You're so damn tight!// And Bakura punctuated that with an especially hard thrust. Ryou threw his head back, a gasp torn from his chest. Ryou thrashed his head from side to side, his long hair whipping around his face, eyes clenched shut, and mouth open as he gasped and moaned. Ryou bucked his hips and writhed under the Egyptian, and Bakura pounded into Ryou as hard as he could, their hips slamming together with audible thuds.

"Oh, Raaaa……." Bakura moaned. He was extremely close to climaxing, but starved it off, waiting for Ryou. Ryou suddenly clenched down hard around him, and screamed, as the spasms rippled through his body, and he came hard onto Bakura's chest and stomach, his body arching off of the bed. Bakura's vision swam out of focus, and threw his head back, and screamed Ryou's name, as he was overtaken by a massive orgasm, splashing Ryou's insides with all his pent up heat. Bakura then collapsed

forwards onto Ryou, his head resting on the boy's chest.

/Bakura…../ Ryou thought, about ten minutes later.

//Yes, koi?//

/Arigatou. It, it never felt this good before…/ Bakura smiled, and the cords holding Ryou's wrists vanished, and Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura.

//I can't argue with that. I've had my share of fucking and this, was by far, the best. Oh, Ra, Ryou, I love you so much. I, I'm glad Yami bonded you to the Ring. I never want to leave you, ever.//

/What, just because you like to screw me?/

//Huh? No! No, Ryou. I love you for you. Your soul is the most beautiful I have ever seen. I have never loved anyone before, but you……// Bakura's voice trailed off.

/ Stay with me? Always?/

//Forever, tenshi. For the rest of eternity. Ahsiteru.// Bakura rolled off of Ryou, and onto his side, pulling Ryou into his chest. Ryou closed his eyes, and Bakura tenderly kissed his forehead.

"Angel of my heart

your breathe a song to me

sleeping by my side

hearts beat in harmony

Peacefully you dream

You are everything to me

And I will hold you close

for all eternity

For you and I are one

I will never let us part

I'll hold you close forever

Little angel of my heart." Bakura sang, softly, running his fingers through Ryou's hair. Ryou cuddled closer to Bakura as he drifted off.

"Ashiteru, Bakura." He murmured.

"I love you too, Ryou." The spirit whispered in reply.

In the physical world, a soft smile graced Ryou's lips, as he curled up in Bakura's arms.

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Sooooooo sweeeeeeet!!!!!
Next chapter, however, is my favorite lemon. I like it even better than the Yami/Yugi/Ryou/Bakura foursome. ^_^ Ah, New Years….