Koware-Yasui Hato

by: Yumei

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh ^_^ and the title is my friend's SN, meaning "Fragile Dove" ~~; naturally, this has just about nothing to do with the story, but *shrugs*

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A/N: @@; this is my first Yu-Gi-Oh fan fic., so please be nice and review! I'm not sure if I got their names right, so please bear with me. I hate to torture Ryou-chan, but love is hard, nee? ;_; I'm evil so I don't mind if some of you are angry. *sighs* Poor Ryou-chan… Well, *bow bow* ^^;; Arigatou gozaimasu! Oh…and to avoid confusion, Ryou calls his yami (and yes, I now that none of them are his real name, it's just a bit of the plot) a number of different things but you'll probably be able to tell that Ryou is referring to him by the -sama. >_< I know, I'm evil…

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Chapter One: Nakaikasu

The wind hummed softly through the window sill, blowing the curtains around just as if they were reaching to him. The room was cold and dark, worse than a prison cell in his heart. Those tears… A single tear of silence rolled down his pale face, over the dark bruise.

Ryou shivered. The cold was getting to him. His teeth chattered and goose-bumps covered his slim arms. His snowy hair shrouded his eyes from view, hiding them behind his smooth curtain of white. "I…I'm so cold. Masuta-sama…please, I…"

"You…are weak, Ryou! Not even the stupidest…" Bakura growled, dropping his voice, his language instinctively changing into Egyptian. "Your weakness angers me. To have such a pitiful light…! A shame… You must have no spine at all, calling me 'masuta-sama.' Do you honestly fear me that much?"

The boy sitting on the floor whimpered slightly. His yami's question wasn't one out of concern. He could see the anger and malice burning in the other's eyes as he pushed himself suffocatingly close. Ryou looked away from those eyes at once, his breath ragged and short. "No, masuta-sama, I…"

A deafening crack of a slap rang through the tense air followed by an uncontrollable cry. "Didn't you hear me the first time?! NEVER call me that again, you weakling! You're sinking deeper into stupidity! Is that it?"

"G-gomen nasai, Karakage-sama," Ryou cried softly, sniffing to hold his tears back the best he could. All he wanted to do was break down and cry but he knew that would never please his yami. Crying showed weakness, didn't it?

Bakura scowled deeply, his frown lining his face. Ryou simply did NOT get the idea. Calling him "masuta-sama…" He muttered under his breath, cursing Ryou for calling him such a thing (eh…it actually means "master" and I have no idea why I'm making Bakura flip out. -.-;;). As for the significance of "Karakage," well, that was entire different matter. It wasn't exactly the most wonderful name, but it was one that was dear to him.

He had not been called "Karakage" since…who knows when. His memories where vague, but it seemed that only this one stuck to him. The name…that that teasing young boy from afar had called him… Bakura was mildly surprised when Ryou called him this for the first time before. Assuming that the young boy had been through his personal memories, he lashed out at him, beating him violently as much as his light said he did no such thing. This only seemed to make Bakura angrier.

There was no way in bloody hell he would ever consider that Ryou was that boy from so long ago… His memories never showed the boy's face, but Bakura was sure. He would never believe it was Ryou. How could Ryou possibly be…?

<Part Lemon Warning>

They pressed themselves together, panting heavily in their passion. The younger boy on the bottom clutched his lover's arm, whimper as a finger teased his entrance. Glaring and smirking as the fingers left his mouth, the boy looked up into the dark brown eyes that looked so similar to his own. "You're an evil bastard and he tease," he told the other as kisses were planted all over his body.

The elder of the two smirked, nipping at the other boy's skin; not at all worried about being rough…it was just how they both liked it. "Hmm…you don't seem to mind…"

The younger boy gasped when a finger pushed into him. "Oh, shut up, I…" He let out a small whimper when a second finger entered him. It hurt so much he wanted to cry, but crying was weak. Panting still, he sank his nails into his lover's back. "Ugn…I hate you so much…"

A laugh was the reply. "Silly little boy…! I can make this so much more painful and rough if you'd prefer." With a mischievous glint in his brown eyes, the older boy pushed in a third finger and stretched the skin for what was to come. He gritted his teeth slightly. His hand hurt. Who knew a fifteen-year-old boy could squeeze so hard? "Relax, you'll like this…"

The boy beneath clutched painfully to the other's bare back, taking deep, rasping breaths. "Ka…Karakage-sama…" He arched his back when the fingers finally hit that wonderful spot.

"Hmm…?" "Karakage" muttered, licking the tip of the boy's erection making him gasp, moaning his name. The elder grinned, satisfied, pulling his fingers out of the other's warmth.

The other boy was left scowling in disappointment. He jerked his head up to meet his lover's lips in a hot and wet kiss. When the older boy paused, the younger looked at him questioningly. "What…?"

"I'm almost afraid to hurt you," Karakage whispered hotly, brushing the boy's loose hairs away from his sweaty face. "For one so beautiful…should I be the one to do this?"

"Yes," the fifteen-year-old replied firmly. "Please…I only want you. If you dare turn your back on me now, I may actually mean it when I say that I hate you next time…"

"So there's a 'next time' now? You're sure, hmm? This…this will hurt. Just hold onto me." Slowly after the younger boy put his arms around him and spread apart his legs, the older slowly and carefully entered him, moaning in ecstasy. He waited eagerly for his lover to adjust to their tight position. His nails were painfully sharp, but he didn't care.

"How…ugn…unlike you to be so careful and gentle," The boy panted, eyes squeezed shut. Opening one eye, he added slowly, "Exactly why I called you…ah… 'Karakage' remember? Please…come more…deeper."

Grunting in response, the older pushed slowly, but completely inside of his lover. He let a moan slip from his lips. It was so tight…so hot… "Oh Ra…" He began pumping at a slow pace, holding onto the younger's waist carefully. Slowly he began moving faster and faster claiming the other's hot mouth, tongue probing it hungrily.

The other boy moaned into the mouth and squeezed his legs around his lover's waist to bring them even closer. His hands wandered, caressing the hot, sweaty skin of his eternal love. He arched his back, gasping when his erection was firmly gasped by a smooth hand, pumping it to their rhythm. "Kara…Karakage…sama…!"

The two came together, leaving a wet and sticky mess everywhere, collapsing on top of each other. For a few moments they lay, simply holding each other tightly until the older finally rolled of his young lover.

"There are…some things I don't understand," the younger boy muttered. "I know that these things…our acts…were immoral and frowned upon…but why is that so? Why can't two people show that they love each other?"

Karakage planted smooth kisses down the boy's neck. "Hn…I, personally, don't care of what people say. What I am curious to know is how you could change a person like me. You were pure, innocent-" The boy snorted. "-strong…but we are too different."

"Karakage-sama?"

"Hmm?"

"Shut up. I love you now and forever…"

Bakura opened his eyes, finding them surprisingly damp. Such a memory…yet he could not remember that boy's face. Nor his name, might he add. He glanced towards Ryou's soul room. It had been closed and locked carefully. Bakura grimaced. How could he even have even thought for a moment Ryou was that boy? They were the exact opposites. Pathetic fantasy of finding his reincarnation was all… But would his soul even be saved?

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No one seemed to bother to notice that Ryou Bakura was slipping into class tardy. The teacher acknowledged him with a long, cold and lustful glance at the boy, mentally undressing him. The boy was weak and seemed a bit immature at times, but he was feminine enough to attract the shameless eyes of his teacher. He looked good enough to eat and would, apparently, not put up much of a fight. He was physically rather weak, making him an easy target. Simply thinking these thoughts made the teacher harden and whimper.

Ryou kept his head low as he sank in to his seat slowly, flinching at the pain when he sat. At that moment, he was very glad that his hair was long enough to block his face from view and even for that fact that no one ever seemed to notice him. His bruises hurt and he wanted to cry, but he knew that would only anger Karakage-sama even more.

He glanced at Yugi Mutoh sitting a few seats in front of him. He could understand that the others thought his yami was evil. Karakage-sama was cruel, rough, and always pushing Ryou to tears, but…how would those "friends" of his react if they knew?

What would they say or do if they ever found out that Ryou loved his yami? That he took those beatings as an excuse to feel his yami's soft skin. Even though the blows hurt, the moment their skin touched, even it if only for a mere second, Ryou felt…happy? How could one describe it? He wasn't exactly happy with the fact that he was constantly being hit or yelled at, but just to be near the one he loved was enough.

The boy's lip quivered, fully realizing his situation. His yami would never love him. Ryou picked up his pencil with a trembling hand. His body hurt and his eyes were a bit swollen. His insides felt weak and failing him, but with a determined sigh, he set himself to work, remembering the rather sad look on his yami's face last night. He wondered why.

Hours dragged by slowly. Time seemed to be against Ryou. His movements were slow and painful as he tenderly put his books in his bag. He loved to go to school and study, but today, he was feeling a bit sluggish and wanted simply to return home.

"Bakura-kun," his teacher growled. "Stay here for a few minutes."

Flinching, Ryou meekly replied, "Hai, sensei." He was a bit afraid of what was going to happen. Did he do something wrong in class? Did he miss an assignment? His eyes followed his burly teacher as he quickly moved across the room and locked the door after the last student left. This made Ryou feel uneasy. "Is…is there something wrong?"

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Yes, there is something wrong, Ryou." The man advanced upon the boy who was gradually backing into a corner. "Having you in my class is a distraction." Pressing up close against his student, the teacher moaned when his hardness was forcefully pushed into Ryou's stomach, the thin uniform cloth rubbing against it.

Ryou gaped, wide-eyed for a moment before screaming. Tears ran from his eyes steadily when a large hand clamped over his mouth while the other held his slim wrists together. He frantically kicked, still trying to scream at the top of his lungs.

"SHUT UP!" the teacher roared, removing his hand from the boy's mouth to slap him roughly across the face, leaving Ryou in too much pain than to whimper and cry softly. Vehemently, the old man pushed his lips over the small boy's, trying to push his lips apart.

Ryou kept his lips stubbornly squeezed shut, tears still streaming. His teacher didn't take kindly to this action. He bit down on the boy's lower lip until it bled. Ryou opened his mouth to scream again, but it was quickly filled with a disgusting, slimy tongue. Someone please help me…

Hands trailed over the young boy's body, pulling violently at the buttons of his shirt.

Someone…anyone…please save me!

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A/N: ^^; a bit of a cliffhanger, I guess… *sigh* poor Ryou-chan…>_< Bakura too…

Yuka: …eh…I'm a writer on ff.net (EBIL!) where I have my *OWN* assistant…so why am I here?

Yumei: because…I'm your beloved nee-chan

Yuka: *sweatdrop* no, you're not…

Yumei: …-.- bah, well, who cares about the bloodline anyway?

Yuka: …you made them talk too much through the lemon…x.x;

Yumei: *shrugs* I'll make it better next time then ^^;