Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Manipulate Me ❯ One-Shot

Yami Yugi: I don't believe this. You made me into something. . .needy! *pouts*

Yami Bakura: Actually, it wasn't so bad.

Yami Yugi: Speak for yourself! I was stuck underneath you!

Yami Bakura: I WAS speaking for myself.

Okay! Stop fighting you two! Personally I like it and I hope other people will too. The only stories that I've seen you two paired up were just a mention of it. I like SEEING you two together, it's cute, come on.

Yami Yugi: I am not cute.

Yami Bakura: I agree.

Yami Yugi: Thank- hey, wait a minute! Tomb robber! Get back here! *chases Yami Bakura around the room*

-.- Anyway, here's the story.

Disclaimer: This didn't happen in the show so no, it's not mine.

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Manipulate Me

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Manipulate: to influence, to force power, to control.

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It was pouring again.

Bakura hated the rain. The sound alone was enough to get on his nerves, but no, that wasn't the only reason why he despised it so much. He was compelled to stare out the window in Ryou's room every time it rained; he'd sit for hours watching the drops of water through the cold and dark night.

It reminded him of how lonely he was.

He knew that his loneliness was his own fault. He had purposely pushed everyone away, never wanting them to get too close. The only one that he could not push away, nor, for some unknown reason to himself, did he want to, was his other half. He had purposely acted like an asshole so nobody would want to come near him, but Ryou had seen passed his defenses. Bakura had long ago learned that emotions were the easiest thing to hurt and they always hurt more than any physical pain that could be endured.

He didn't like pain.

But being alone hurt too, especially on nights like this one. He could only imagine Ryou curled up beside Seto Kaiba, his boyfriend and lover, in front of a nice warm fireplace while sipping hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows floating in the steaming liquid. The boy would be warm and loved, while Bakura sat on an uncomfortable chair in a dark and empty cold room, watching as water fell from the sky in currents.

He knew it was weak, but he wanted to have someone of his own, in the same aspect that Ryou had Kaiba. Kaiba would protect Ryou, be /gentle/ with him, in ways that Bakura could not and would not want to. He loved his timid light, but as a brother and a soul mate and nothing more.

The doorbell suddenly rang through the dark and empty house, echoing through the rooms as if they were made of stone. He looked at the closed door, wondering who could be out in this weather. But then he thought, maybe it was Ryou, maybe he and Kaiba had had a fight and he had forgotten his keys. He was known to forget his keys a lot.

Getting up he made his way down the hall to the stairs, then down the stairs into the front hall, then to the front door. As he unlocked the door and opened it he said, "Forget your keys again Aib-Yugi?" Bakura pulled the door open in shock and looked at the soaking boy who stood shivering on the doorstep. Yugi looked up and Bakura caught sight of his eyes, realizing that Yugi, was not in fact Yugi, but was instead his alter ego, Yami. Bakura snorted, "What do you want? Ryou isn't home." He growled.

"I-I didn't c-come to s-see him." Yami shivered, having been walking around most of the night the boy was frozen.

At his confession Bakura looked at him then rolled his eyes, stepping back so the pharaoh could step inside and out of the rain. "Let me get you a towel. I don't need Ryou coming home and having to clean up water." He sighed and left the boy in the front hall for a few minutes so he could find a towel.

"Th-thanks." Yami said as he took the towel from the other spirit.

"Take off your clothes, it'll be easier." Bakura mumbled as he left the boy to give him some privacy. He went into the kitchen and started to prepare something warm to eat. Ryou had long since taught him the ways of this modern world and they had both been pleasantly surprised at Bakura's talent as a cook.

Soup would be the quickest thing, though when it was ready he didn't turn the stove on. Instead, he went back to the front hall to find the pharaoh sitting on the floor, his knees up to his chest and his face buried in his knees. Bakura could still see him shivering and he sighed to himself. "The bathroom is upstairs to your right, take a warm bath." He said and walked out again, this time into the large living room to start a fire. He didn't even hear the pharaoh move, but he did hear the water running through the pipes in the house as he lit the fire.

It was a good half an hour later before Yami came back down the stairs. Bakura had already warmed up the soup and set a bowl down at the table. He had also dried Yami's soaking clothes in the drier, though they were still in the cycle. Seeing that the other spirit was still in a towel he went up the stairs to Ryou's room after seating Yami at the table and telling him to eat.

He grabbed a few of Ryou's clothes, sweat pants and an old T-shirt that was three times the size of what the white-haired boy needed. He took them back down to Yami and handed them to him, then leaving the room again so the pharaoh could change.

Bakura sat in a chair across from the fire, reading a book that he had been trying to finish for a few days. He was just getting into it again when Yami came into the room, dressed and a little warmer. Bakura slightly took notice that the T-shirt was also too big for Yami and the pants were a little as well.

The boy, and yes, he was just a boy, sat down on the floor in front of the fire and remained silent. Bakura sighed when he realized that he'd have to start this conversation.

"Why are you here?" He asked bluntly, putting his book down.

"I needed to go somewhere to think." Yami mumbled, staring into the flames.

Bakura was silent for about a minute. "To think?" He questioned.

Yami looked down at the floor and Bakura noticed just how heartbroken the other boy was. "Yugi broke up with me." He whispered.

Everyone had known about the two having a relationship, and from the outside it had seemed like the perfect one. Yami was strong and could protect Yugi while at the same time Yugi was sweet and gave Yami a reason to live.

"Trouble in paradise?" Bakura smirked to himself.

"No." Yami shook his head, and his answer confused the former tomb robber.

"Then why would he break up with you?" Bakura asked, mostly to himself.

Yami looked back into the fire, the flames dancing off of his crimson eyes. "He knew that while I loved him, I also loved another. And this other is the one that. . .I want to be with." His voice was soft. "He told me that he was okay with me loving another because he loved another also."

"Ra, next you're going to tell me it was that blonde kid. . .Joey." Bakura rolled his eyes.

"No." Yami shook his head. "Blonde, but not Joey. It's. . .Malik. And Malik feels the same towards my light." He said distantly.

"Malik?" Bakura snickered, "That will be an interesting relationship." He looked back at the pharaoh, "That still doesn't explain why you're here."

Yami closed his eyes. "I needed to get away so I could think about a few things. What I want, and what I need. I was able to think about our relationship, the one between Yugi and me, and I realized that we were all wrong for each other. At least with the kind we were in."

"And what do you want and need." Bakura muttered, not believing that he was actually engaging himself in this kind of conversation. He'd listen to Ryou talk when he had problems, but that was because he was the closest person to Ryou, next to Seto.

Yami open his eyes again. "I need. . .stability and. . .strength. I want. . .I want to be dominated and not have to worry about being the leader. I want to be controlled for once instead of having to control. I don't want to be the one making the decisions." He explained.

"Oh by Ra, you're not trying to tell me that you want Ryou, right?" Bakura sat up, "I mean, first of all, he's with Kaiba and they're pretty serious, and second, he's not the type to dominate."

Yami turned to him; "I already told you that I wasn't here to see Ryou." He growled slightly then looked back at the fire.

"What?" Bakura looked confused, "But the only other person living in this house is. . .me." He realized what Yami was getting to. He looked at the pharaoh, half-frightened and half. . .he didn't know what the other half of him felt yet. "You want me to dominate you? Why don't you go to the one you love?" He rolled his eyes at the last part.

"Who says I haven't." Yami said softly, looking back into the fire.

Silence filled the room as those four words sunk into Bakura's head. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Bakura got up and sat down on the floor beside Yami. "Let me get this straight, Yugi broke up with you because he likes Malik and because you like. . .me? And you want me to. . ." Bakura trailed off.

"That's. . .about it." Yami shrugged one shoulder then nodded.

"But you're a pharaoh for crying out loud! You should like dominating! I mean, you ruled a freaking country!" Bakura pointed out.

Yami looked at him. "That's the point! I was a pharaoh; I ruled a freaking country! I'm not a pharaoh anymore and I'm sick of ruling everything! Yugi looks to be for protection and guidance. I comfort him when he has a nightmare. The others look to me for leadership because I can think my way out of things. But maybe I want protection and guidance. And who comforts me when I have a nightmare? And maybe I'm sick of thinking to get us out of trouble." He growled and Bakura watched the tear that rolled down his face.

Yami wiped it away quickly then looked away from Bakura, avoiding eye contact and just staring into the fire. "I know it's weak, but it's me." He added softly.

Bakura remembered his earlier thoughts while sitting upstairs in Ryou's room. "Fuck weakness." He mumbled, looking into the fire, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Yami look at him. "Times have changed, and in this time it's okay to be weak." He sighed and shook his head. "Look, Phar. . .Yami, I owe you a lot. You saved my light's soul and you gave him confidence when I was. . .well, you know. You and your friends were there for him when he needed someone and you protected him, like the others. I don't really despise any of you, not even you, but I don't know if. . .I care for you the way you want me too." Bakura tried to explain. He wasn't that great at communicating to anyone, the only person he had tried to communicate to was Ryou and lucky for him, Ryou knew how he felt through their link.

Yami nodded and turned back to the fire. "I understand. Really, I shouldn't have come here anyway or tell you about my problems." He shook his head.

"Now wait a minute." Bakura growled. "I didn't say that I wasn't going to do it. I'm just saying, the outcome probably won't be the one you want."

"Fair enough." Yami nodded.

Bakura sighed, realizing that since the pharaoh didn't want to dominate that he would have to make the first move. They sat in silence for a few minutes, until finally Bakura moved, crawling over to Yami and sitting beside him, he grabbed the T-shirt and pulled the other body towards him and he stared into those eyes of blood for a few seconds before pressing his lips against Yami's softly. He was surprised at the feel and sensations that spread through his body with just a simple chaste kiss. But then again, Bakura hadn't really kissed anyone before, at least not in 5000 or so odd years.

Pressing himself into the kiss, Bakura forced his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Yami complained and allowed Bakura to explore. The taste was amazing, and Bakura took his time memorizing everything that he could. The taste, the feel and the sounds of Yami's coherent moans.

Bakura grabbed the bottom of the shirt then broke the kiss so he could lift the shirt up and off of Yami. He attacked that sweet mouth again and flung the shirt aside, making sure that it didn't land in the fire. Slowly, he pushed Yami back until he lay across the floor, with Bakura leaning forward on his knees.

The tomb robber took a hold of the pharaoh's wrists and pinned his arms by his head, seeing if the powerful boy could actually give up his role as leader. Yami let himself be pinned and in no way fought for control back. Satisfied with this, Bakura left his mouth, and let go of his hands as he traveled down Yami's body with kisses and nips. The white-haired spirit sucked a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it a few times before biting it harshly, causing the body beneath his to arch and a moan to escape Yami's mouth. Soothing the skin with his tongue, Bakura sloppily kissed a path to Yami's waist, briefly sticking his tongue within the navel above the waist of the sweatpants.

Yami gasped as his hands found Bakura's hair. Fingers dug into the white strands and he gently pushed, telling Bakura where he wanted to be touched. Bakura raised an eyebrow but left the pharaoh's stomach, letting him control this much of it. He easily pulled the sweatpants from the pharaoh's thin hips and before Yami could catch his breath, Bakura sucked the entire shaft into his mouth. Yami bucked underneath the other spirit when he hit the back of Bakura's throat and Bakura swallowed.

Bakura teased the flesh with his tongue, being careful with his teeth. He swallowed again, causing Yami to cry out, and the hands in Bakura's hair to tighten. He sucked the shaft, while one of his hands found what hung underneath. As Bakura swallowed one more time, Yami lost what little control he had and cried out as he came. He was slightly surprised when Bakura didn't pull back, but instead swallowed everything.

Bakura sucked his - what, lover? - clean then sat up and watched Yami come down from his high, giving him a chance to breath again. He had to admit that the pharaoh was very appealing spread out, the fire glistening off of the sweat that covered his body. His blonde bangs were wet and stuck to his face and forehead from the sweat and his eyes were glazed, but clear at the same time.

When he saw that Yami was with him again he spoke. "Roll over." His voice was husky with his own need, but he ignored the throbbing between his legs for now as he watched the pharaoh shakily roll and lay on his stomach. Bakura straddled Yami's waist and massaged the tense neck muscles and lower back as he tried to ignore the fact that his jeans were beginning to hurt him.

He slid down the pharaoh's slender legs and with his hands parted the perfect globes, before leaning forward and running his tongue across the entire area of Yami's cleft. The pharaoh stiffed and moaned in surprise and pleasure but relaxed when Bakura did it a second time. The grave robber pulled Yami up so he was on his knees but still bent over and with his tongue he probed the small entrance that quivered under his ministrations. He broke through the reluctant ring of muscle and his ears registered the moans that were coming from the body underneath him.

Pulling back, Bakura quickly sucked on one of his fingers before sliding the digit into Yami's body and soon adding a second one. He hit something deep within the pharaoh that caused him to shove back and cry out in pleasure. "Take me, please." Yami begged.

"I don't have anything with me." Bakura explained as he pulled off his shirt.

"I don't care!" Yami moaned.

Raising another eyebrow Bakura took a breath. "You've never done it this way before have you? You're a virgin." He stated.

"In a sense." Yami panted.

A little surprised that the pharaoh would waist something like this on him, Bakura was silent for a few seconds. "Lay back on your back, I'll be a minute." He got up and ran up the stairs and into Ryou's room. He found the baby oil the boy kept around and ran back down the stairs, shedding his pants and boxers along the way.

Yami had sat up and was impatiently waiting for Bakura to get back. The tri-coloured haired boy couldn't help but admire Bakura's body. He, unlike his light, was well toned and he obviously worked out. As he sat on his knees again he explained. "It hurts like a bitch the first time and if you don't have any lubrication. . .well, you get the idea." Bakura shrugged as he opened the lid and poured some of the oil onto his fingers.

As he slipped his hand back under Yami's body, the former pharaoh spoke. "How do you know this? I never thought you'd be one to involve yourself with other people." He whimpered when Bakura drew back his hand.

"I'm involving myself with you aren't I?" Bakura pointed out as he spread the oil over his swollen member. "Besides," He gently pushed Yami back, pulling the pharaoh's legs up over his shoulders. "Ryou wanted me to teach him what to do so he wouldn't look stupid in front of Kaiba." He explained as he slowly entered Yami's body. He saw Yami clench his teeth and tightly shut his eyes. "You have to relax." Bakura tried to keep his voice steady.

Yami took a few breaths and forced his body to relax, and Bakura pushed himself the rest of the way in, startling the pharaoh and causing Yami to clench his teeth in pain again. Bakura leaned forward and kissed Yami's nose and closed eyelids to try and comfort him. The white-haired spirit held still so Yami could adjust to the intrusion.

After a few minutes Yami seemed to breathe a little easier. "Move." He whispered and Bakura was quick to comply, slowly pulling out then pushing back into Yami's tight body. Bakura had to close his eyes as the heat and tightness began to drive him crazy. He'd never felt anything so enjoyable before and it was like an addiction. Every time he pulled out he couldn't wait to be surrounded by that burning heat again.

Bakura didn't notice as Yami's fingernails, which were digging into his shoulders, drew blood and just as Bakura thought he was going to lose control, the legs that had moved around his waist tightened and the body beneath him tensed. Bakura reached between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around the weeping shaft, pumping it with his trusts.

Yami moaned loudly and called out Bakura's name as he reached his climax. Bakura felt Yami pull him in further and he was unable to keep control. He yelled Yami's name, which surprised him, but he rode out his own climax before thinking about it. But he was too tired so didn't think about it.

He slowly pulled himself out of Yami's body, then collapsed beside the pharaoh. They both panted; coming down from their high and Bakura was the first to come to. He sat up slightly, having to lean on his arm. Looking down he asked, "Are you okay?"

Crimson met almond. "Yeah. Thanks." Yami smiled softly as Bakura collapsed again.

They were silent and Bakura knew that he needed to do or say something. What had he done after he and Ryou had done this? Oh right, he had held Ryou until they had fallen asleep and in the morning he had woken with Ryou in his arms. He'd never admit it, but it had felt nice. Maybe. . .Yami would. Slowly he moved beside Yami and wrapped an arm around his waist. Yami looked at him in confusion.

Bakura only shrugged and they both settled down again, Yami curling up against Bakura's chest. Slowly, the pharaoh fell asleep, leaving Bakura to stare out the large darkened window. The fire had almost gone out so he could see the rain and darkness again clearly. Sighing to himself he looked down at the boy in his arms. "Just because I don't like you the same way now, doesn't mean I can't learn to." He whispered, then gently planted a kiss in the soft blackness of Yami's hair.

With that Bakura settled down and closed his eyes, trying to lose himself in unconsciousness. The last thing he heard was the storm still raging outside. And a smile formed on his face as he heard the rumbling of faraway thunder.

Rain didn't seem so bad.

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The End

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So, what'd everyone think?

Yami Yugi: Don't answer her! She'll want to write another one!

Be quiet Yami. Anyway, please tell me! ^.^