Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tearing Down the Sky ❯ The Confession ( Chapter 6 )

Tearing Down the Sky

Hato-chiisai

YAOI

Disclaimer: Ownership is not mine.

I am posting this to celebrate the purchase of my NEW LAPTOP!!! FINALLY!!! ::dances naked in a field of daisies:: o_O Anyway**.. Now, I can write so much more, and you guys*ll get more updates! So, to kick things off, here*s chapter 6!!!!!

And this fic is still dedicated to Mally-chan! ^_^

Chapter 6

The Confession

Bakura yawned, and opened his eyes. He blinked, confused a strange weight on him. He looked down, and his eyes widened.

*Oh, you must be joking*..* He muttered. Ryou was completely lying on him, straddling his thigh. His head was resting peacefully on Bakura*s chest, and his fingers were lightly rubbing the demon*s shoulder. Bakura smiled. This was exactly what he wanted. He lightly shook Ryou*s shoulder. Ryou*s eyes fluttered open, and he raised his head, and stared. He gasped, and threw himself off of Bakura.

*I, I*m sorry! I didn*t mean to! I**

*Hush*.* Bakura said, covering Ryou*s lips with his finger. *It*s all right, little one. Not at all a bad way to wake up.* Ryou blushed, as Bakura sat up. Bakura lifted his hand to Ryou*s face, and stroked his cheek, then slid his hand around to the back of his head, threading his fingers through Ryou*s silky hair. Ryou*s eyes widened, when Bakura pulled his face closer. The demon*s eyes slid closed, as their lips touched. Ryou uttered a tiny squeak, as Bakura*s tongue slipped between his lips. Ryou gasped, when the demon gently pushed him onto his back, and straddled his hips. Bakura smiled at the angel*s complete submission, and he deepened the kiss, before rocking his hips against Ryou*s. Ryou*s eyes flew open, and he gasped, bracing his hands on Bakura*s chest, and trying to force him off. Bakura released Ryou, and let him push him back. Ryou looked surprised. Bakura smiled, and kissed his forehead.

*I won*t deny that I want you.* He said. *But I will not force you into anything.* He slowly slid off of Ryou, and glanced at the clock. *I*d suggest that you bathe before Mai gets here in two hours. I*m going to bathe, at least. Care to join me, little one?* Ryou swallowed, then stood, and followed Bakura into the bathroom. This time, he only hesitated, and bit his lip, before slinging his pants off of his body, and slipping into the tub. Bakura followed Ryou, smiling gently at the timid fledgling.

*Are you all right?*

*I beg your pardon?* Ryou said, blinking. Bakura approached him with the soap, and slowly, giving Ryou the option to pull away, began to rub his soapy hands over the boy*s chest. To his delight, Ryou simply closed his eyes, and relaxed, letting him run his hands over his body.

*What Keith did to you yesterday.* Bakura said, and looked into the angel*s eyes when he opened them. *Are you all right? He tried to rape you. That can really shake you up. I know.* Ryou swallowed, and nodded.

*I*m okay, I guess*..*

*Are you sure?* Bakura said, taking Ryou*s chin in his fingers gently, and searching the brown eyes.

*Yes, Master.* Ryou said. *I*m fine.* Bakura lifted his hand, and caressed the angel*s cheek. To his surprise, Ryou didn*t pull away. He closed his eyes, and leaned into the touch. Bakura remembered that this was just a lonely child, who had just been torn from everything he knew, friends, families, a lover, and thrown into a world in which everything was dark, cruel, and frightening to him. He now instinctively was seeking out the love, and affection that he now was lacking in his life. Bakura smirked, slightly. He could use this to his advantage. If he played his cards right, he could maybe even get the angel to*. love him*..

*I*ll protect you from him*.* He whispered. *And any others who would hurt you.* Ryou looked up at him. *Do you trust me?* Ryou frowned, and opened his mouth, to say that he could never trust the demon. But then, he really looked into Bakura*s eyes, and he was amazed at what he saw. Sincerity, concern, hope*.. affection** love*.? Ryou swallowed.

*Yes.* He whispered, and Bakura gave a relieved, and happy smile. He wrapped his arms around Ryou, bringing him into his chest in an affectionate embrace. Ryou couldn*t help but smile, and rest his head on the demon*s chest.

*What*s happening?* He thought. *Do I, love him? How could I? He*s a demon! He kidnapped me! He brought me here, and has enslaved me! How could I love him? Two days ago, I didn*t even know him! Two days! It*s felt like two weeks*. What do I do? I like it when he holds me. I like it when he*. Kisses me. Why?* At that moment, Bakura pulled Ryou off of his chest, and leaned over, brushing his lips against Ryou*s, testing the angel*s comfort zone. He felt excitement in his heart when Ryou closed his eyes, and tilted his face up, moaning through slightly parted lips. Bakura leaned over, and pressed his mouth to Ryou*s gently. Ryou parted his lips, and allowed Bakura to invade. And Bakura did so, relishing the taste of the angel-child. He caressed Ryou*s shoulders, and slid his hands down to his chest. Ryou gasped, when he pinched his nipples, and leaned into the touch. Bakura smiled, and broke the kiss, letting Ryou breath.

*You*re beautiful** He whispered. Ryou moaned, pressing his body to Bakura*s. *I think*. I may have fallen in love*.* Ryou stiffened, and stepped back. Bakura let him. Ryou stared at Bakura.

*What?* He gasped. Bakura looked down.

*I understand. You*re an angel, and I*m the bastard demon who kidnapped you**

*No*.. Master*.. I, I mean, you, and I, I*..* Ryou shook his head, unable to form words. He did the only thing he could think of. He kissed Bakura. Bakura*s eyes widened, before he wrapped his arms around Ryou, and then, when Ryou let Bakura*s tongue gain entrance to his mouth, he enveloped the boy in his wings, and lifted him up. Ryou moaned, wrapping his legs around Bakura*s waist. Bakura carried him to the edge of the tub, and laid him down on the cold marble floor, lifting himself off of the tub, and crawling over the angel*s body. Ryou gasped, when their erections touched.

*No!* He gasped. *Not now. Not yet*..* He stared at Bakura, worried that he wouldn*t stop. Bakura simply smiled, and kissed him, gently, then pulled both of them to their feet. (Sorry, to all those horny readers out there. Wait another chapter or so*.)

*All right.* He said, and turned, walking across the bathroom while Ryou regained his composure. Bakura returned, and knelt by Ryou, with some kind of loin cloth. *I know it*s a bit, er, REVEALING, for your tastes, Ryou, but Mai has requested that I let her use you in an anatomy lesson.* Ryou blushed.

*What do you mean?*

*You*re going to have a bunch of irritating pre-teens staring at your body for an hour or so.*

*Oh, joy*.* Ryou mumbled. Bakura looked up, blinked, then smiled.

*That*s the first joke you*ve made this whole time*.*

*It wasn*t a joke. It was a sarcastic remark.* Ryou said, then widened his eyes, and added on a hasty *Master.* Bakura smiled, and stood.

*Ryou, little angel*. Don*t. You don*t have to call me that. Call me Bakura. Unless you want to call me *Master.* But, be careful to call me *Master*, and only *Master* when there is someone here*.* Ryou nodded.

*All right*..* He swallowed.

*Say it. I want to hear you say it.* Bakura said. Ryou blushed.

**.. Bakura.* He said, and smiled, slightly.

*Thank you. Now, come over here, and we*ll get you fixed up.* Ryou followed Bakura over to the mirror. He sat Ryou on a stool, then pulled on a pair of leather pants before lifting the hair brush, and running it through Ryou*s silky mane. Ryou closed his eyes, enjoying Bakura*s soft hands. Bakura brushed his hair until it dried, then kissed his cheek. He stood Ryou up again, and looked over him.

*Yes, the gold fastenings go better** He said, staring at the black loincloth, that hung on a gold band encircling Ryou*s hips, and falling to his ankles. *Now, to make you even more beautiful. Does the halo come off?* He asked, gesturing to the gold ring hovering above Ryou*s head.

*It can, yes, but*.*

*Oh, don*t worry, little one, I like it. Hmmmm*** He began digging in the drawers nearby. *Here.* He said, and came over, hands full of gold jewelry. He set a gold circlet across Ryou*s brow, fluffing his hair so that it hung over the metal, partially hiding it. He tucked Ryou*s hair behind his ears, and looked at his ears.

*You pierced?*

*Yes. Malik did it for*..* Ryou trailed off, and lowered his eyes. Bakura sighed.

*I know you miss your friends. Maybe*. If you behave, I can arrange something. No tears now.* Ryou nodded, and sniffled, but fought the tears back. Bakura sighed. He wanted so much to tell Ryou that Malik his lover, was less than a mile away, but if he did that, Ryou would go running back to Malik, and he would never have a chance with the timid angel.

Bakura put in a pair of earrings, little black studs, with a gold spiraled loop dangling from it. He smiled, all ready liking Ryou*s new look. He lifted a gold choker with a black stone dangling from it that sat in the hollow of Ryou*s throat when it was placed on him. Ryou was staring at himself in the mirror with wide eyes.

*This, this stuff is real, isn*t it?!* He gasped.

*Yes.* Bakura said, as he fastened gold cuffs onto Ryou*s upper arms and wrists. *We live in the earth. We have gold by the tons. Literally.* Ryou*s eyes widened. Bakura applied gold cuffs to Ryou*s ankles. *There. No*. Something*s missing.* He said. *Stand up.* Ryou stood, and blushed as Bakura inspected his body. *I know.* He said. He returned to the drawers, and returned with a larger gold band. *Sit.* He said. Ryou obeyed. Bakura knelt before him, and took Ryou*s left calf in his hand, lifting his leg, slightly. He slid the gold band up until it settled on Ryou*s upper thigh. Ryou blushed. *Perfect.* Bakura said, and stood. *You really are beautiful. Now you*re irresistible.* He pulled Ryou to him, teasingly, delighting in the happy smile that appeared on Ryou*s face. *You know, little one, I think that*s the first time I*ve really seen you smile*.*

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Malik stared at Marik. Marik stared at Malik. Neither blinked. Marik*s tail twitched, and Malik rustled his wings. A knock on the door broke them from their trance. Marik sighed, and stood, rolling his eyes. He went downstairs, and opened the door.

*Ishizu?* He said, wondering why his sister was there.

*I heard that you brought your counterpart home, Marik. May I see him?* She asked. Marik nodded, and let his sister in. He led her upstairs. Malik*s reaction to Ishizu was pretty much the same as his reaction to Bakura. He strained against the chains, screaming his fury. Ishizu raised her eyebrows.

*Why don*t you go see Bakura, Marik.* She said. *I*d like to speak with Malik alone.* Marik nodded.

*Don*t mention Ryou.* HE muttered. *We*re surprising them both tomorrow. It*s Ryou*s birthday.* Ishizu smirked.

*All right.*

*Bye sis.* Marik said, kissing her cheek.

*Bye Marik. Be good!* The door closed, and Malik glared at Ishizu.

*Stupid demoness bitch*.* Malik snarled.

*Mind your manners.* Ishizu said, calmly, not the least bit intimidated.

*You have no right to tell me what to do.* Malik snarled. Ishizu smiled.

*Calm down.*

*I*ll kill you the first chance I get. You killed Isis!*

*I*m sorry. I didn*t know she had a brother.*

*Would it have mattered?*

*No, I suppose not.*

*Just go away. I don*t want to see you.*

*Very well. Oh, and Yugi sends his love.*

*What?!?*

*He turned himself over to Yami. You*ll see him tomorrow.* Ishizu left the room, closing the door. Malik sank to the floor, his chains rattling noisily.

*No** He gasped. *Not Yugi. No*..*

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Next chapter, everyone is learning something new***

The Lessons