Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Redemption ❯ Healing Rain ( Chapter 27 )

AN:

Well after an argument what is there to do but make up. This was harder to write than it seems as I was trying to incorporate emotions in a way I have never attempted before, and hell the whole aura's thing… well you shall see I am sure. Anyway I hope you enjoy. Finally, I got the two of them into bed…

 

WARNING: The following chapter involves sex between two men, if you do not like it turn away now. Flames based on the content will be ignored as this warning obviously has been

 

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Arguments are never pleasant, even less so if one of you storms out because crossing the bridge and making up becomes even harder. So it was that both the white haired couple were equally miserable and equally angry. In Bakura's case that was all down to Duke… and a little at how he had handled things with Ryou too. In Ryou's case he was mad at Duke, Bakura, himself… and probably a few other things to boot too, not that he could actually work out what they were right now. But Ryou having been the one to storm out couldn't be the one to go to Bakura, and Bakura was utterly relationship clueless as to what to do in this situation. He'd never before been in a relationship, let alone ever had to fix one. He was going through cigarettes rather quickly as a result.

 

It was now Saturday. Yesterday, in a fit of utter frustration he had called Yami for ideas - ill advised thing to do at the best of times but Bakura really was desperate - only to be told to push off because he was on a date with Yugi. Well didn't that just take the biscuit? He could ask Marik, but considering the relationship he had with his lover, his advice was likely to be verging on dangerous territory - and this was Ryou, he was nothing like Malik. He sighed as he flicked another cigarette butt out of the window, the grey skies reflecting his mood quite well in the scheme of things. He hated this… feeling, it lingered between them, keeping them apart. He never thought he would miss that smile, or even just having him around, in his current mood the soothing presence of his aura was badly missed, but it really was his fault that he couldn't just go and see Ryou.

 

To say that he was aggravated and irritated was an understatement, it really was. Fuck this, he really needed to clear his head. He didn't think about the dark clouds, heavy with imminent rain, if he got wet so fucking what. He was out of the door before he could think about anything further, the door slamming shut behind him and echoing his dark mood.

 

Across town Ryou was similarly occupied by thoughts of his lover, quietly berating himself for being like that with him. The problem was that he had a fair point and they both knew it. It meant that while it was killing him that they had fought and he had effectively slammed a barrier between them, he couldn't go back on what he had said or negate the value of his point. It didn't stop him from feeling miserable. He had just finished his shift at the library and was walking home, looking up at the gloomy sky. He held out his hand as he felt the first spots of rain and sighed. Why was it always the case that he felt like crying when it rained? Even more so today when he was already feeling low. Maybe it went back to a conversation he'd had with his mother when he was small. He had asked her why the sky cried.

 

But that memory only served to hurt him further, as the pang of longing for his parents hit him as it sometimes did. It had been years, but he still missed them terribly. He walked with his head down, hands shoved into his pockets, probably looking as glum as he felt. He wondered about calling one of the others, but Malik wasn't good with this kind of stuff, Yugi was working this evening and Joey… well for some reason he really wasn't in the mood to tell the truth, even though he desperately wanted to know what to do in this situation. It was that confusion that had meant when Bakura had tried to call him yesterday he had just ignored the phone even as guilt tore at his heart, he just didn't know how to be with Bakura right now.

 

Part of his ranting on Thursday had been out of worry for Bakura, but it wasn't easy to say that. He had seen with his own eyes Duke's darker side and feared for him. He knew that no matter how jealous or obsessed Duke became he was safe, it was an odd thing, but because he was the object of Duke's desires he was immune. Duke was very blinkered like that. As the rain started to come down properly he walked faster, getting inside just as the rain really started to come down in earnest. He was glad to be inside the apartment with such nastiness outside. But just what the hell was he going to do with his evening? He really wasn't in the mood for anything. Even cooking up something had little appeal. It was then that his phone rang. As he pulled out his handset he saw Bakura's name on the display. He bit his lip, debating whether he should answer, not knowing what he would say to him or even handle what had happened between them. It just rang and rang, sitting heavily in the palm of his hand. In a sudden movement he had the phone to his ear just before Bakura could ring off.

 

“Hey.” He said softly after a moment's hesitation.

 

“Hey yourself.” Bakura replied sounding relieved.

 

To tell the truth he was feeling very relieved himself, just hearing Bakura's voice again settling him somewhat after everything.

 

“I was worried you were still pissed at me.”

 

“I still am.” Ryou said with a stern tone, though it was softer than it might have been and Bakura knew it.

 

“Yeah well, fair enough. I shouldn't have said what I did.”

 

Ryou sighed. “Surprisingly that's not why I am mad at you, I knew you didn't mean it, it was just the thing that got the better of my temper.”

 

“Huh, you and me both, dare I ask why you are still mad then, or am I about to get some crap about if I don't know then you aren't gonna tell me?”

 

Ryou couldn't help the slight chuckle that bubbled up from his throat.

 

“Hmm, don't tempt me.”

 

Bakura too chuckled, and Ryou could practically feel how much happier Bakura was now that they were talking again.

 

“I guess I'm mad because I worry about you.” He admitted softly.

 

There was a slight snort on the other end of the line.

 

“You don't have to worry about me sweet one, I am not easily gotten rid of, I can fucking assure you of that. It's going to take more than scare tactics from some prissy rich boy to make me walk.”

 

Ryou smiled softly at the sentiment but was not about to let Bakura know that.

 

“I should hope not, but I hope you realise that you may have made things really hard on yourself now you know.”

 

He heard Bakura sigh. “Yeah I know, but the bastard really had it coming. I won't even repeat what he said about you.”

 

Ryou rolled his eyes. “While in some strange way I am honoured that you would stick up for me Bakura, very chivalrous I am sure if very ill advised, do not for a minute think that I condone this behaviour, I am a big boy you know, I can look after myself.”

 

“I know love, it's just he really got under my skin is all.”

 

At the endearment Ryou felt himself soften, he couldn't help it. With Bakura he felt every time that he said it that he meant it, which was a first for him. He wondered if Bakura realised just how much hearing him say it affected him.

 

“Oh he has that effect on people when he is not trying to charm your pants off.”

 

Bakura laughed on the other end, which served to make Ryou smile broadly. They did share their opinion of Duke, even if how Ryou would handle things would be very different to his lover's methods.

 

“Look Ryou, about Thursday, I'm sorry, I really am. I would have said so sooner if I could have reached you. Okay, I might not have been as ready to say it but it is amazing what a walk to clear your head can do.”

 

“I know `Kura, I knew immediately, it's just I have a bit of a temper too, and okay, I'm sorry too. Perhaps I was being a touch unreasonable in a way, but I had a point, still do.”

 

“Tell me about it, yeah you have a point. But what's done is done, I'll just have to deal with the fucking consequences I guess. I'll try and keep you out of it if I can.”

 

Ryou was grateful for the gesture, but wasn't sure Bakura could really do anything of the sort.

 

“'Kura… sometimes I don't know what to do with you.”

 

“Well I can think of a few ideas.”

 

Ryou swore that he could hear the grin that was currently on his lover's face.

 

“Oh I bet you can, doesn't mean that I agree with those ideas.” He said curtly.

 

“Shame, could have been fun.” Ryou was about to answer with a smart comment but a soft sigh from his lover stopped him. “I want to see you.”

 

Ryou suddenly felt the need to see his lover pull at him. He wanted to reach out and touch him, hold him, feel reassured after they had fought. He stepped up to the window looking outside at the awful weather.

 

“Where are you?” He asked, wondering if he could save Bakura a walk in this rain.

 

“Look down.”

 

“What?” Ryou asked confused and looked towards the street, gasping as he saw Bakura stood there without a coat looking back up at him.

 

A few things ran through his head, things like what the hell was he doing outside of his apartment block - which was obvious really - why was he out there without a coat and… oh stop it, he's out there soaking wet and probably freezing to death.

 

“Oh `Kura!” He breathed in shock. “Get inside this instant before you catch your death of cold!” He ordered sharply, the inherent concern he had for his lover flaring in that instant. “I'll take the latch off the door.”

 

With that he hung up, stood by his entry phone until he heard the ring from the doorbell and let Bakura in downstairs. That done he unlatched the door so Bakura could walk in unhindered and started grabbing towels for him. He must be soaked to the skin and what with work coming up for him and… ooh sometimes he could be so reckless. He placed the towels in easy reach and headed quickly to the kitchen to boil the kettle for a hot drink, thinking through all the things he could do to warm up his lover… oh and he was going to have to either dry his clothes or lend him some, there was no way he could send him home or to work in wet ones. At the sound of the door closing in the hall he grabbed a mug from the shelf, and turned as he heard Bakura in the kitchen doorway behind him, but as his eyes rested on Bakura his breath stalled in his throat.

 

Leaning against the doorframe as he was, the pose careless and nonchalant, his already fitted t-shirt clinging to his skin, water dripping from his hair, running down his neck, and those crimson eyes… oh hell the sight just went straight to his nether regions. He wasn't sure that Bakura had ever looked so hot. For an instant a snide little part of his mind sneered that Bakura had planned this, but the rest of his mind quickly silenced it. Though he was kind of moving on autopilot, that much was obvious, his feet moving without conscious thought, a question awaiting him in those crimson eyes as he approached. He didn't think about it as he pressed himself against Bakura, didn't care that he was getting wet as he did so, all that mattered was kissing him at that point in time. Bakura was slightly shocked by Ryou's sudden advance, but was not about to argue, not when the one he had been craving for two days was here and kissing him, rather firmly to boot. He sighed when Ryou stepped back.

 

“I've missed you.” He murmured, taking his lover's face in his hands.

 

“'Kura, you are as cold as ice!” Ryou hissed.

 

“I don't care, just warm me up, all I need is you.”

 

He wasn't sure why he felt this way, but he did, he crushed his mouth to Ryou's in a hungry and possessive kiss, needing to feel and taste his lover, to show him how much he cared for the youth. Ryou moaned into the kiss, rapidly getting lost in the sudden passion his lover was displaying, all thoughts going out of his head as a hungry tongue lapped at his own. He tilted his head back, allowing Bakura to deepen the kiss further, his fingers digging into the tops of Bakura's arms as they kissed. Heat was rising between them even though one of them was soaking wet, and with it came a need, that desire that had been there the last time they had been intimate, though they had paused then for Ryou's sake. Eventually Ryou had to break off the kiss to breathe.

 

“'Kura.” He moaned, trying to get a sensible thought back into his head, failing miserably. “We need to get you out of those wet things, you'll catch a chill.”

 

“Good idea.” Bakura growled, his tone making Ryou swallow hard.

 

It was the feral look in his eyes, the sudden passion of his kiss, he was getting uncomfortably aroused. That situation was not helped when without a second thought Bakura stripped off the sopping wet t-shirt, letting it fall to the kitchen floor with a wet slap, instantly forgotten by both of them as he advanced on Ryou, backing him out of the kitchen, into the hall and against the wall, mouth fastened hungrily against the youth's making Ryou mewl. The mewl turned into a groan as Bakura ground his hips against the youth's pinning him hard to the wall. Ryou wasn't quite sure how this turn of events had come to be, but as Bakura's growing arousal ground against his own he couldn't bring himself to care about it either.

 

His hands had found their way to Bakura's waist, caressing the chilled skin, feeling it rise up into goose bumps at his touch. Bakura had a hand wound tightly in his hair, the other pulling his shirt out of his slacks and slipping underneath. Ryou gasped as that cold hand ghosted over his skin, leaving a burning trail behind it. Bakura was completely lost in what he was doing, though somewhere in the back of his mind, he had enough sense to pull back and ease off despite his body screaming at him for doing so.

 

“Shit Ryou.” He breathed. “I don't know what got into me, I…”

 

He was cut off suddenly as Ryou yanked that mouth back against his own in a forceful kiss. As the two broke apart Bakura looked at his lover a little stunned.

 

“You've given me quite the problem.” Ryou stated, grinding his hips against Bakura's to demonstrate what he meant, enjoying the sudden intake of breath that came with his action. “Considering you are dripping all over my floor I think it would only be polite if you finished what you started.”

 

Bakura practically melted, this attitude from Ryou intoxicating. It seemed he enjoyed the youth being a bit forceful which would explain the shower dream from a little while ago… But back to the matter in hand.

 

“Hmm.” He purred. “Looks like I got your clothes wet, wouldn't want you to catch a chill now would we?”

 

Ryou shivered at the huskiness of his lover's voice, so obviously laced with arousal, and he wanted him and only him, right now! He couldn't wait to get the buttons of his shirt undone, merely helped Bakura yank it over his head sharply. He pushed Bakura in the direction of his bedroom, thinking of anything else completely impossible. For some reason he wasn't nervous, he didn't care what this might mean. All that mattered was that being touched and kissed by Bakura made him feel so damned good and he didn't want him to stop. As they got into his room Bakura was more than a little surprised to find himself sat on the bed, Ryou standing before him. Even more so when the youth dropped to his knees, parting his legs with insistent hands.

 

“Damn it `Kura, you are getting my bed wet, we'd better get these off you.” He said as his hands reached to the fastenings of his jeans.

 

Bakura was all too eager to oblige, lifting his hips and helping his lover push the wet and resistant denim over his hips. Ryou frowned puzzled as he pulled the wet jeans off, taking considerable force to do so, as he found no shoes at the ends of those legs to hinder him.

 

“Kicked them off by the door.” Bakura said quickly as he swooped in to steal a hungry kiss from his lover's willing lips.

 

There was something in the air between the two this time, and Bakura opened up all his senses so he could feel and see their auras more clearly. Both were flaring, crackling against each other and sparking, every time they did one or other of them would shiver as the energy between them arced and grounded. Bakura's silver caressed Ryou's gold, and now that he had opened himself up to it, the sensation added an extra dimension to the touch against his skin. He was breathing hard as he looked at Ryou, on his knees before him, and taking in the sight of his lover naked for the first time. Bakura actually found it quite difficult to stay still and allow the examination, understanding why Ryou had been so embarrassed before. It wasn't the same emotion for him, but he could well understand where the discomfort came from.

 

Ryou swallowed hard as he took in the sight before him, hands resting lightly on the inside of Bakura's knees, so that he could settle comfortably between them. His eyes drank in the sight of his pale lover, crimson eyes half closed and clouded with desire and fixed on him, the sight making him swallow hard. He needed this man, wanted him more than anything he had ever wanted, his whole being positively ached to be merged with him. He was nervous yes, but that was not holding him back like it had been. Because it wasn't, he found himself sliding his hands up the inside of pale, strong thighs, feeling the muscles beneath the skin flutter at his delicate touch. He could see in Bakura's eyes just how much effort it was taking to remain still, to let him just take his time, be comfortable with this. He could see just how strongly his lover yearned for him and it made his heart swell inside his chest with an aching love for the elder.

 

As Ryou finally touched his throbbing need, his caress feather light, crimson eyes slid closed and a groan escaped parted lips. A strangled moan caught in Bakura's throat as his lover tentatively took him into his mouth, the wet heat bringing him such pleasure, the two auras beginning to combine at the edges. It took all Bakura had not to grab hold of that silky hair and thrust into that soft mouth. But he was unable just to sit back and do nothing as Ryou slowly explored how to pleasure his partner in this way, what made him moan. His hand made it under Ryou's hair to caress the back of his neck, the other propping him up against the bed as his back arched, moaning as Ryou sucked gently. He knew Ryou was just being tentative, working things out slowly, but oh by all that was holy, it was heavenly torture.

 

“Fuck! Ryou.” He groaned loudly as fingers wrapped round him, soft mouth sucking harder. “Please sweet one.” He almost pleaded with his lover.

 

Ryou stopped, looking up at Bakura with worry in his eyes, only to have it washed away as he saw his lover, panting, sweating even, a look of desperation in those burning eyes. Firm but gentle hands ushered him to his feet before quickly undressing him, grasping him firmly by the hips and pulling him into his lap. Ryou gasped, crying out as for the first time he felt his naked flesh against another, their arousals grinding against one another in delicious friction. Bakura was kissing and sucking at his lips, his neck, his shoulder, anywhere he could reach, desperate to touch and taste all of his lover. One hand kneaded the youth's firm buttocks, the other slid over his chest and downward, ghosting over his abdomen, his hip, before gently taking his lover's length in his hand.

 

“'Kura!” He cried out, his breath taken away by the intensity of what was happening, his lover pleasuring him, kissing him with a hunger he'd never experienced before, that was swallowing him whole.

 

“I need you so much.” Bakura groaned against his lips. “Oh Ryou I need you!”

 

Those words falling from his lover's lips made him groan in want. He too wanted more, but he didn't know if he could, the nerves flaring in him again as Bakura's hand brushed over the small of his back, lower, gently exploring the valley between his buttocks. Bakura felt him tense slightly and looked up, crimson eyes meeting deep cocoa. He saw it all in those eyes, his aura, the want for more, but the fear. He could push Ryou into this and most likely he would be okay, or he could give him more time. But his body needed this, needed more, positively ached. But there was another way.

 

“Take me.”

 

Ryou gasped at the softly spoken words, laced with such need he had never heard before.

 

“What?” He asked astonished, his heart beating a rapid tattoo inside his chest.

 

“Take me!” Bakura growled, almost an order. “Please Ryou!” The last words whispered fervently.

 

“B, but I don't know how, what if I…?”

 

“Hush.” Bakura silenced him with fingers against petal soft lips. “You couldn't hurt me if you tried, or mess up. I'll guide you. But if I don't get something more than this I'll go crazy.” He admitted. “For me?” He asked gently.

 

Swallowing hard Ryou found he wanted this, and really wanted it, he'd always wanted more, but had been too frightened, his partners all wanting to be in control, and he hadn't enough trust in them for that. With Bakura he was coming close to having that trust, but Bakura was asking, no pleading with him to go further, and giving up control to him, understanding him better than any partner ever had before. He nodded, not trusting his voice right now. Bakura smiled at him reassuringly, brushing hair lout of his face gently.

 

“Do you have anything that will make this easier, it's been a while.” He admitted.

 

It was no lie, he had not bottomed for quite some time, but he had nothing against it. He was not someone who particularly needed to be in control. Ryou blushed and nodded, getting out of Bakura's lap. As Ryou got a tube of lubricant from a drawer in the bedside table, Bakura settled himself on the bed. In some ways he was glad he was doing this with Ryou. The youth would not want to rush preparation and he was going to need it. Ryou was looking shy as he brought the needed lubrication to the bed, nervous and unsure.

 

“Just because I haven't yet doesn't mean I'm stupid and not prepared.” He said in a quick explanation of owning such an item.

 

Bakura chuckled, stroking his face gently and kissed him softly.

 

“You don't need to explain anything to me, I'm going to be glad of it.”

 

He took the tube from his lover, squeezing a little onto Ryou's slender fingers, coating them.

 

“One at a time, just take it slow.” He instructed Ryou softly as he lay back.

 

Ryou bit his lip softly in his nervousness, worried that he would mess up or hurt Bakura, but his lover was smiling up at him gently, his trust and love for the youth shining through, and unbeknownst to him, Bakura's silver aura was gently caressing and soothing his own, calming the youth. And so Ryou took a deep breath before making that move. Bakura moaned softly as the ring of muscle was breached gently, Ryou's touch gentle, but not hesitant, the youth having been determined not to be like that. It was amazing how you forgot this feeling between times and yet your body remembered it again in an instant. The slightly disconcerted feeling at first when something slides inside you, but then it starts to move, and the odd feeling is gone replaced by that heavenly feeling of friction.

 

Bakura's eyes slowly closed and Ryou watched in fascination as his lover's breathing deepened, tossing his head back, fidgeting in evident pleasure. He had been equally as rapt the first time he had been pleasuring his lover, but he couldn't get enough of the fact that he was the one giving his lover this pleasure. After a while he plucked up the courage to work in a second finger, a moan getting caught in Bakura's throat, escaping broken and fractured, a sound that went to his own throbbing need, but concerned him as well.

 

“'Kura?”

 

“So good!” Bakura breathed, his chest rising and falling in deep gasps.

 

He winced a little as Ryou began to stretch him as he knew he should, hell he'd been round Malik and his lurid tales long enough, the pain was momentary, and nothing too much in the first place. It was as Ryou added the third and accidentally brushed against his prostate that he cried out sharply, back arching.

 

“Yes!”

 

It had been so long since he had felt anything like this, and he needed to have Ryou inside him. Opening his eyes, he stopped Ryou, silently lamenting the loss of the fingers pleasuring him, but he knew he was about to have something much better. This time when he took up the tube of lubrication he squeezed it into his own palm, before reaching out to coat Ryou's length in it. The youth cried out at the intensity of the sensation, that slick hand moving up and down his shaft, but he knew it was merely preparation, that there was more to come. As Bakura lay back he drew Ryou on top of him, wrapping his legs high round Ryou's waist to give him the best access and angle he could. He wanted to make love like this, face to face, where he could see his lover, and that flaring golden halo that was his aura surrounding him.

 

Ryou bit his lip softly as the tip of his length rested against Bakura's entrance, feeling more nervous about this than he had about anything else in his life. But Bakura was drawing him in, urging him onwards, both crying out as Ryou slowly penetrated Bakura until he was fully inside his lover. Both were gasping for breath, Ryou overwhelmed by the sensation of being one with his lover, Bakura feeling the pain at first before it lessened. As they both caught their breath their auras began to weave themselves together in a living breathing tapestry of infinite complexity, becoming as one as the beings they belonged to. Ryou needed something to hang onto, threading his fingers into Bakura's, both grasping onto each other tightly.

 

“Oh `Kura!” Ryou whispered, overcome by the feeling of being joined.

 

They lay like that for a while, until Bakura could stand it no longer.

 

“Please sweet one, for the love of God move.” He pleaded, unable to wait for Ryou to collect himself any longer.

 

The sound of Bakura begging him like that shocked Ryou, but as he looked into his lover's eyes, he understood, that need, the mass of emotions taking over them both, united as he was with the one who had stolen his heart. He locked lips with him in a searing kiss, rolling his hips, thrusting gently, experimentally into his lover, earning him a groan of appreciation. Slowly but surely they found a rhythm together, their love making slow, sensual, and just what they both needed. The angel needing to cement his love for his human, to become inextricably tied to him, bonded in such a way that even he did not understand. The youth found through the angel his faith in humanity, in love, in all of the ideals he had believed in, having had his faith rocked and battered in the past. All that was swept away now as they moved as one. Around them their conjoined auras pulsed and grew in an expanding cocoon that was filled with love and sounds of pleasure that was building up inside them both.

 

Bakura had become incoherent, even failing to swear in this situation, never before had making love ever felt so good, but never before had he been in love. It was no longer just sex, but it meant so much to him. This was Ryou, his Ryou, and not only that he was Ryou's first. Ryou felt it too, his muscles trembling under the effort as they moved as one, each stroke making the coil of pleasure in his gut grow and build, coiling tighter and tighter. This was Bakura, the one who made him feel special, who never pushed him, who loved him for who he was, and he was determined to make him feel as much pleasure as he could through this. Their grip on each other's hands tightened as they both neared the edge of that precipice of pleasure that always seemed so far away, and yet so agonisingly close at the same time.

 

In a slight shift in angle Ryou suddenly hit Bakura's prostate dead on, an action that had him crying out loudly, tossing his head back, back bowing in pleasure.

 

“Fuck yes!” He roared out, Ryou determined to hit that spot again and again, loving the pleasured paroxysms it pushed his lover to.

 

It only took a few more well aimed thrusts to push Bakura over the edge, muscles tightening around Ryou and pulling him over with him, Ryou crying out sharply, Bakura roaring, and their joined auras exploding in a flash of blinding light. And after the searing bliss came the peace. The moment in which the body goes almost boneless in utter release, and the mind is utterly still, aftershocks of pleasure going through both flesh and soul. It soothed them both in ways they hadn't realised they had needed, but both savoured it as it succoured them. As Ryou caught his breath and came to his senses he found that he had collapsed on his lover, and moved to amend that.

 

“Don't bother.” Bakura said tiredly. “I like you where you are.” He murmured.

 

Ryou smiled, nuzzling into his lover's neck, sighing in utter contentment. Their hands slowly untangled, Bakura wrapping his arms round his lover, even as his grip with his legs loosened and settled into a more relaxed position. Both either ignored the stickiness between them or didn't care. They were just too blissed out to care about anything much other than being together, about letting the moment go on for as long as possible. But eventually muscles started to cramp and Ryou had to move. With effort he collapsed at his lover's side, Bakura rolling to face him, crimson orbs gazing lovingly at the quiet youth before him.

 

“Was it… was I?” Ryou asked nervously.

 

“Not bad for a first timer.” Bakura quipped, quicker to recover and be himself than his lover.

 

Ryou choked a little, not knowing how to react to that statement, it not being the answer he had been expecting.

 

“Relax sweet one.” Bakura smoothed, stroking his cheek lovingly. “It was absolutely wonderful.”

 

And before Ryou got a chance to question his lover's words Bakura was drawing him close, and kissing him softly, in a deep and tender kiss that seemed to reach down into his very soul.

 

“I love you Ryou.” He whispered against those lips he couldn't get enough of.

 

Ryou's breathing hitched, utterly overwhelmed by the heartfelt declaration, a tear of joy coming to his eye. As Bakura pulled back he saw it, and smiled, a heart felt contented smile he wasn't sure he had ever worn before. As that tear escaped he smoothed it away with the pad of his thumb before drawing Ryou close and holding him tight.

 

“I love you too.” Came the small voice from the youth snuggling tightly into his neck, the sound muffled from where his head was and cracked with emotion.

 

“I know sweet one, I know.” Bakura murmured happily.

 

And every last care and worry that both of them had was forgotten as they lay in each other's embrace. Nothing else mattered, they had each other and that was enough for the both of them. And in this glorious moment, where they both achieved a peace they had never felt before, nothing could touch them. Wrapped up tight in the warmth of their love the world ceased to exist, and they could be together forever.

 

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AN:

Hell, well, I guess we are really starting to get somewhere now no? Well now I have them at this point in their relationship the real drama can begin. So be warned, this is going to get a bumpy ride from here on in. So my lovelies, if you would be so kind… read and review please!!!!