Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Koibito Yami ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 15 )

Koibito YamiLover)

Chiisai

This is rated R for violence, language, sex and rape. THIS IS A YAOI FIC! That means male/male relationships and male/male SEX! you don't like that kind of stuff, then make it easy for every one and DON'T READ IT!!!!

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


Hey, I'm a poor college student. I DON'T OWN A DAMN THING!!!! Well, I do own Bakura's Song for Ryou. Yup, I wrote it myself.

15-Epilogue: The Scepter of the Game King


"Are you done yet?" Bakura smirked, at Ryou's question.

"Almost, tenshi." He said, and made a few more brush strokes on his wall diary. He put the paint down, and turned to smile at Ryou, sitting in the middle of his bed. He crawled onto the bed, kissing Ryou on the cheek, before gently pushing him back. Ryou squeaked, startled. Bakura sat over him, bracing his weight on his hands, on either side of Ryou's head. He smiled down at his timid light, who was blushing slightly. He bent down, and kissed him, tenderly, then sat up to look at him again. Ryou smiled, and lifted his right hand, (His left was in a sling) and brushed his fingers over the Millennium Eye, on a gold chain around Bakura's neck.

"I can't believe he let you keep it." He said. Bakura smirked.

"The Pharaoh can be surprising, sometimes." He said, shrugging. They heard the door bell.

"Speak of the Devil." Ryou said, and Bakura reluctantly got off of him, and pulled him to his feet. They went up the stairs, and left the basement. Going into the living room, they found everyone there; Yami, Yugi, Tristan, Joey, Otogi, Seto and Mokuba, even Tea and Mai. All that was missing was Ryou's father. Yami quickly vacated the armchair, smiling warmly, as Bakura guided Ryou over. Bakura sat down in the chair, pulling Ryou into his lap, nuzzling his neck briefly. Everyone sat in silence.

Finally, they heard a car pull up, and the front door open. Mr. Burke, and Yaten Bakura entered the room, Yaten carrying a long thin cardboard box. He stood in front of the gathering.

"Well, here it is." He said. "The Scepter of the Game King."

//Please be the Millennium Rod. Please be the Millennium Rod. Please be the Millennium Rod. Please be the Millennium Rod.// Ryou bit back a giggle at Bakura's unguarded thoughts. Dr. Bakura tore open on end of the box, and pulled out a long thin wad of packing paper and bubble wrap. Slowly, he began unwrapping the object. Finally, the last bit of paper fell away, and everyone looked upon a long thin golden rod. Yami blinked. He blinked again.

"The Scepter of the Game King." Mr. Burke breathed. The awe filled silence was suddenly broken by hysterical laughter, coming from, of all people, Yami Yugi. He collapsed onto the sofa, or, more accurately, onto Tristan, holding his sides, as tears streamed down his face. Tristan scrambled out from under the hysterical King of Games, and everyone simply stared. For around five full minutes, Yami sat laughing, until he was too exhausted to carry on. He slumped over, limply, and gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"What's so funny?" Mr. Burke asked. "Isn't it your Scepter?" Yami gulped, and nodded, weakly.

"Oh, it's mine, all right. But it's no Scepter."

"Then what is it?" Yaten asked. Yami stood.

"Well, it's broken. There should be two more parts. One a stand, one a bowl thing for the oil and wick."

"Oil and wick?" Yaten asked, frowning. Yami grinned, and nodded.

"This, my friend, is no Scepter." He paused for dramatic effect. "It's a floor lamp."


Ryou watched Bakura pace back and forth, cursing in Egyptian. As he had been for the last forty five minutes. He was still raving in fury about the Scepter of the Game King being a floor lamp.

"C'mon, Bakura" Ryou said, gently. "It's no big deal. It's actually kind of funny." Bakura glared at Ryou.

"Funny? No Ryou, it is NOT funny!" Bakura snapped. Ryou cocked his head, furrowing his brow slightly. "You went through Hell because of that thing. You bled over that thing. You were RAPED over that, that.."

"Thing?"

"YES! How can you say it's funny? You lost your innocence, have you lost your fucking MIND too?!" Bakura raged. Ryou sighed, and tried to think of how to calm his yami. Then, he remembered what he had told his father.

"Bakura, I don't care." He said, softly, but firmly. Bakura stared at him. "I don't care what I went through. I'd go through it all again, in a heartbeat, as long as I have what I have now." Bakura blinked, and scowled.

"From what I've seen, you have a lot less. What could you possibly want that much, that you'd willingly be TORTURED for?"

"You."

Bakura froze, and slowly turned, and stared at his hikari, as if he had never seen a human being before. Ryou's large eyes were filled with so much emotion, as they stared at the yami. Bakura's arms fell to his sides, from where they had been crossed over his chest. Slowly, he sat down on the bed by Ryou, not breaking eye contact. Ryou reached up, placing a palm on the other's cheek.

"I have you. And as long as you love me, it was all worth it. I'd do it again, without hesitation, if it meant having you, with me, forever." Bakura felt his eyes stinging with tears. "I love you." Ryou whispered, then leaned forwards, pressing his lips to Bakura's. Bakura closed his eyes, and let the tears fall down his cheeks, as he pulled Ryou to his chest.

"Ryou.. do you, mean it?" He whimpered, breaking the kiss. Ryou looked at his yami, his own face glistening with tears. He smiled.

"Yes." He whispered. "I love you more than anything. You are everything. My love. My pain. My joy. My sorrow. My friend. My brother. My flame. My passion. My light. My darkness. Everything. I can't live without you, Baku-chan." Bakura could find no words to answer with. He crushed his mouth to Ryou, and lowered him to the sheets. Ryou was still recovering from his gun shot wound; he would have to be gentle. He lifted Ryou's arm out of the sling, then relieved him of his shirt, being careful of the bandaged area on his shoulder. Ryou smiled at Bakura, as the yami slid down to unfasten his pants.

"I had a dream last night." Ryou said, softly.

"Oh?"

"Mm-hmm. I saw three people. One was a woman. She was tan, and had long dark hair. And she was wearing that necklace." Ryou gestured to the painting on the wall.

"The Millennium Tauk?"

"Yeah. And then, there were two boys. One was tan, like the girl, and had blonde hair. He was hot." Bakura snorted, stripping Ryou's jeans off. "He had lavender eyes." Bakura froze.

"Marik?"

"I don't know. Maybe. He had the Millennium Rod. And he suddenly divided into two boys. Like he had a yami."

//It has to be Marik.// Bakura thought to himself.

"And then, there was another boy. He was pale, with greenish eyes, and long black hair. And he had this, wrist cuff, with the Sennen Eye on it. and he divided into two people. The other had gold eyes." Bakura froze, again.

//It couldn't be could it? The sorcerer. Ahmose. Nah. Ryou must have picked up on my memories. But then, who's the chick? Oh well.. I'll talk to Yami later.// And Bakura promptly shoved Ryou's dream from his head, now that his light was naked. He bent down, and kissed Ryou.

"You were probably experiencing my memories, love."

"Maybe." Ryou mused. "I love you, Bakura." He said, and Bakura smirked, when the hikari spread his legs in an invitation. Bakura grinned, and stripped, settling between Ryou's knees.

"I know you're hurt, Ryou. I'll be gentle."

"I know." Ryou said, looking at Bakura, nervously. Bakura slid a finger into Ryou, who bit his lip, and moaned slightly. Bakura added a second, and third, then positioned his length at Ryou's entrance. He leaned over, and kissed Ryou, gently pressing into his lover's body. Ryou groaned.

"B-bakuraaaa.." Bakura gently began to thrust in and out. Ryou moaned, and sat up, kissing Bakura. He arched his back, allowing Bakura full access to his body. "Ashiteru!" Ryou cried, in a soft, breathy voice, as Bakura's thrusts increased in speed and force. "Ashiteru! Ashiteru! Baku-chan! Ahh!" Bakura cut off Ryou's cries with a kiss, slipping his tongue into the boy's mouth.

//Ashiteru, watashi no tenshi aisuru.// He thought, and stroked Ryou's length, gently. Ryou gasped, and released, tightening around Bakura, who came with a quiet moan, collapsing on his lover.