Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Tearing Down the Sky ❯ The Love ( Chapter 8 )

Tearing Down the Sky

Hato-chiisai

YAOI

Disclaimer: Ownership is not mine.

Okay, I finally was convinced to start posting this. It was kinda inspired by One Last Breath. Go read it. I hope you guys like the fic. Oh, and as to the sequel to Koibito Yami, Millennium Balance, IT GOT DELETED! Not from ff.net, I never had a chance to post it. It got deleted from my computer, so I have to start over. I'll do what I can, as fast as I can.

Chapter 8

The Love

"Pegasus!"

Pegasus put down his book and looked up at the frantic pounding on his front door. He sighed, and went to the door, then opened it. His eyes widened.

"Seto? Tristan?" He stared at the soldiers, holding a very distressed Joey and Otogi. "What is it?"

"It's Yugiï'¼." Joey said, before hiding his face in Seto's chest.

"He's goneï'¼" Otogi finished. "He's been gone since we left the council chamberï'¼" Pegasus frowned.

"Seto, get a search started. Tristan, ask around. I will go inform the Arch Angels." Pegasus barked, and Otogi and Joey suddenly found themselves very alone on Pegasus' doorstep.

"I hate to say itï'¼." Otogi murmured. "But I think the demons had something to do with this."

"Yeah." Joey snarled. "I say we find out."

"How? We can't do what Malik did."

"We talk to a demon patrol. That's four angels in three days. They'll have a war on their hands if two more go missing." Joey explained. Otogi sighed, and nodded.

"If we leave now, we can catch Ryou and Malik's counterpartsï'¼"

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"Now, I'll only be gone a few hours, Ryou, love. I won't lock you in the bedroom. Open the door only to those you know are my friends, all right? Others may try to hurt you." Bakura said, as he dressed. "I don't want you to get hurt. By the way, you look very sexy in nothing but the gold jewelry." He winked at the angel sitting on the edge of the bed. Ryou blushed.

"Ummmmï'¼. Thanksï'¼." He mumbled, and pulled the bed sheet over his lap.

"You're blushingï'¼" Bakura teased, and Ryou's face turned brighter. "Ryou, was that the first time you've ever done anythingï'¼. Sexual?"

"Yesï'¼" Ryou said. Bakura swallowed, as he coiled his whip around his waist. He didn't want Ryou to be reminded, but he had to knowï'¼. He had to know how Ryou felt aboutï'¼. Malikï'¼..

"Didn't you ever have a, um, lover?" Ryou immediately looked away. "Ryou?"

"His, his name is Malik."

"Marik's otherï'¼. I thought you were just friendsï'¼?"

"He and Iï'¼ We were closer than brothers. Iï'¼ I love himï'¼."

"I see. Andï'¼. Me?" Bakura asked, nervously.

"I, I don't knowï'¼. I think that, I love you, tooï'¼ï'¼"

"And, Malik?"

"I'm trying to forget him. It hurts too muchï'¼. I'll never see him again. I, I feel like I've betrayed him!"

"How?"

"ï'¼.. By loving youï'¼" Ryou whispered. Bakura stared at Ryou, sitting on the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees before the boy. Ryou's eyes widened when Bakura's eyes filled with tears.

"Ryouï'¼." He whimpered, and flung his arms around the angel's bare waist. Ryou blinked, and curled his arms around Bakura's shoulders.

"Bakuraï'¼.."

"I love you, Ryou!"

"I, I love you tooï'¼.." Bakura kissed Ryou, gently, and stroked his cheek.

"I'll see you when I get home, love."

"Okay."

"Goodbye, my little angel. Be home soon."

"I'll be waitingï'¼"

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"How did he taste?" Marik asked. Bakura smiled.

"Sweet. Like cream." He said, and grinned as his mind was assaulted of a replay of pleasuring Ryou.

"Next time, I wanna taste."

"Blow your own angel, Marik." Bakura snarled, and the blonde giggled.

"Don't look now, Baku-chan, but we have company."

"Huh?" Bakura followed Marik's gaze, and smirked at the pair hurtling towards them. They back winged, and dropped to the clouds.. Joey and Otogi joined them. The two pairs glared at each other. Finally, Bakura laughed.

"They come out of the very clouds for us, Marik."

"I wanna see something." Marik said, approaching the angels, hands up, showing no hostility. Otogi and Joey frowned, but let him approach. Otogi's eyes widened significantly when Marik buried him face in his wing.

"Hey Bakura! This one smells like coconut!" He sniffed Joey. "And this one smells like vanilla!" Otogi and Joey blinked, confused, and Bakura laughed.

"You ARE making a hobby out of smelling angelsï'¼."

"They smell good! So far, we have gardenia, honeysuckle, cinnamon, coconut, and vanilla."

"Freakï'¼."

"HONEYSUCKLE?!?" Otogi gasped.

"YUGI!" Joey yelled, and seized Marik's collar. "Where is he?!?"

"Release me, boy."

"Joey, please, let him goï'¼." Otogi gasped.

"If you killed himï'¼" Joey threatened.

"Oh, we didn't lay a finger on himï'¼." Bakura yawned. "We simply told him when and where he could meet his counterpart. We don't know if they met, or, if Yami killed him or not."

"What else would he have done?" Otogi snarled.

"Taken him home."" Marik said, and grinned, shoving Joey back. "I did. So did Bakura."

"They're alive?!" Joey gasped.

"I don't know about Yugi, but Malik and Ryou are." Marik said. "And now, we must return to them. If you're looking for your counterparts, Katsuya will come by with Yami in six hours. Ryuuji will be with Espa in two hours." Joey and Otogi watched them go.

"Aliveï'¼" Otogi gasped. "They're aliveï'¼"

"Yeahï'¼." Joey snarled. "But are they okay?"

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Ryou climbed out of the bath, and dried himself off. He brushed through his thick hair, then dropped his wings, rubbing the scent glands, coating his hands with the delicate oil. He then ran his fingers through his hair, spreading the scent like perfume. He checked the clock on the wall; Bakura would be home soon, and dinner had to be ready by then. He walked out into the bedroom, in a towel, and over to the closet. It was filled with black. Ryou sighed, and began pawing through for something to wear.

"C'mon, Bakura, you can't have ALL black and redï'¼.." He muttered. Suddenly, something caught his eyes; a flash of white. Ryou pulled the garment to him. It was a long piece of silk, nearly transparent, with gold ropes adorning it, fastening at a large pearl. Ryou smiled, and dropped the towel, wrapping it around his waist, fastening it at his hip. The light fabric fell to his ankles, and left one leg completely revealed.

Ryou returned to the bathroom and began digging through Bakura's large jewelry chest. To his delight, Bakura had a full set that matched. Numerous strands of gold hung from his throat with little pearls sprinkled here and there. He placed the gold circlet across his brow, centering the solitary pearl, before adding the earrings; a strand of gold with a tiny pearl dangling on the end. He clasped the pearl studded bracelets on his wrists, and decorated his upper arms and ankles with simple gold bands. He looked at himself in the mirror, and frowned. Something was missingï'¼ He smiled and added the gold band from earlier to his thigh. Perfectï'¼

Ryou left the bathroom, and headed to the closet again. He began searching for an outfit for Bakura. He grinned; Bingo. He took out a pair of pants, eyeing them, and trying to picture Bakura in them. It seemed to have a belt that would wrap around the waist, with a loincloth falling from it. The pants themselves had no waist, rather, hanging from the center of the belt under the loincloth, leaving the hips completely bare. (Familiar with Sailor Moon? Yeah, they're like the pants that Jun-Jun wears. Very cool) The fabric of the pants were transparent, and sparkled when the light hit it right. Ryou laid the pants on the bed that he had changed the sheets on and re-made, deciding that a shirt wasn't necessary. He returned to the bathroom and selected a set of sliver and onyx jewelry, laying that out with the pants.

Ryou hurried down the stairs, scribbled a note, sticking it on the kitchen door, before locking himself inside to make dinner.

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"I have a dagger, a half decayed corpse, a sexy angel, a piece of shit, a condom, andï'¼. a dildo in my pocket." Marik said. Bakura grinned.

"I have a dagger, a half decayed corpse, a sexy angel, a piece of shit, a condom, a dildo andï'¼.." They landed on Bakura's front door step, and entered his house. "A noteï'¼"

"A note? That's boringï'¼" Marik said.

"No, noï'¼" Bakura growled, and pointed at the note on the kitchen door. "There's a note. `Master Bakura- Welcome home. Take a bath and get dressed. Dinner will be ready soon. And so will Iï'¼' Uhhhï'¼. Marik. Maybe you should goï'¼" Bakura stammered, eyes wide. Marik chuckled.

"Someone's gonna get laidï'¼." Marik sang, and waltzed out the door. Bakura headed upstairs and bathed quickly before dressing in the clothes Ryou had laid out for him. He quickly did his own bit of preparation, setting some candles and a bottle of massage oil on the bedside table. Finally, his heart pounding, he went downstairs. The house was dark, the only light coming from a pair of candles on the kitchen table. Bakura entered the kitchen and stared at the food.

"What the hell?" He muttered, and gasped, when soft arms curled around him from behind, and ahead rested itself on his shoulder.

"Fettuccini alfredo with sautéed mushrooms, broccoli, green onions and shrimp, Caesar Salad and garlic bread. I thought I'd let you pick the wine." Bakura turned and stared at Ryou, the pale light from his halo illuminating his face.

"Ryouï'¼. Wow. You, you lookï'¼. Beautifulï'¼" Bakura stammered, and Ryou lowered his eyes shyly, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. "You did all of this, for me?"

"Who else?" Ryou said, smiling softly. Bakura smiled, and brushed his thumb over Ryou's lips, catching the bottom one, and dragging it down slightly. Ryou blushed, and kissed his thumb before he drew it back.

"I must be the luckiest demon in Hell, to have been blessed with such a wonderful treasure as you." Bakura breathed, making blush again. Bakura smiled, and went to the wine rack, selecting a nice champagne. He brought it into the kitchen and popped the cork. A blur of motion made him look up, and Ryou slowly lowered his arm that was up in the air. He opened his hand, and showed Bakura the cork in his palm. Bakura grinned, and laughed, as Ryou smiled, proudly, setting it on the table. He filled the glasses, and lifted his, in a toast.

"To my beautiful little angel," He said, making Ryou blush again. "Who tomorrow turns sixteen."

"What?!?" Ryou gasped, nearly dropping his glass. "How did you know?!"

"I have my ways." Bakura said, and took Ryou's free hand in his. "And I'll make sure that tomorrow is a good day for you." He gently clinked his glass against Ryou's as the boy was still stunned. Ryou blinked, and sipped the champagne. Bakura smiled, and led Ryou to his chair, then sat himself. They ate mostly in silence, Bakura hardly taking his eyes off of Ryou.

"You know," He said, suddenly, as Ryou put down his fork. "I think you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my whole life." Ryou blinked and flushed. Bakura stood, and took Ryou's hands in his, and the angel rose, staring Bakura in the eyes. "The only comparison I can think of is a dove, or a, a swan. But even they pale in comparison." He bent down and pressed his lips to Ryou's in a tender kiss. Ryou moaned, and went limp in Bakura's arms. Bakura curled his arm around Ryou's back, under his wings, then bent over slightly, wrapping the other arm around the backs of the angel's knees. Ryou gasped When Bakura stood, lifting the smaller boy into his arms. Bakura took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Ryou's mouth.

The demon turned, and snuffed out the candles with the tip of his wing, before carrying Ryou out of the room, and up the stairs. Ryou broke the kiss, and rested his head on Bakura's chest, while the demon buried his face into Ryou's hair, carefully avoiding the halo. He captured Ryou's mouth again as they entered the bedroom, and Ryou's tongue curled around his, tentatively. Bakura gently moaned encouragement, as he got onto the bed, on his knees, and laid Ryou back onto the black satin. Ryou reached up, and removed the golden halo from above his head, and let it roll off of the bed, and fall to the floor with a soft metallic ring.

"You're so beautifulï'¼" Bakura whispered, leaving Ryou's mouth, and kissing his closed eyes. Ryou's breathe came in shaky gasps as Bakura rubbed his bare chest, and left little kisses along his jaw line, before moving to the pale throat. His other hand, in the meantime, was slowly drifting down Ryou's body to his hip, where the demon delicately unfastened the clasp on Ryou's wrap, brushing the fabric aside, before dropping the garment on the floor. Then, he sat back to fully take in the in the angel's revealed body. The ivory skin seemed to glow against the black satin, and Bakura found himself captivated by the gentle rise and fall of the child's chest, as his breathe came deeply in passion. Bakura watched as Ryou's wings curled up a bit, before flopping down, limply. Bakura's tail thrashed. He discarded the pants, leaving them both nude save for the precious metal and stones that adorned their pale skin; Bakura in onyx and silver, Ryou in gold and pearls. Bakura felt a primitive desire well up, making him want to pounce on the angel, kiss him roughly and invade his body by force, making him cry and beg and bleedï'¼ But he quickly shoved the thoughts aside, and gently kissed the boy.

"I love youï'¼" He whispered.

"Do you?" Ryou asked, suddenly. Bakura blinked, and Ryou locked eyes with him. "Do you really love me, Bakura? Or have you only been saying everything to get me into your bed?"

"I picked you up and PUT you in my bed." He said, with an amused smirk.

"Are you saying all of this just to get me to sleep with you?"

"You slept with me last night." Bakura said, and Ryou scowled.

"You know what I mean. Has this all been an act to get me to have sex with you?" Bakura frowned. He pounced on Ryou, forcing his legs apart and pinning him down.

"If all I wanted was sex," he said, staring into Ryou's frightened eyes. "I would have raped you at the first opportunity, and many times since then." He released Ryou's hands, and cupped his cheek. "I love you, Ryou. I don't want to hurt you. I will not deny that I lust after your body." Ryou shivered when the demon's claws skated down his torso, tickling him. "But I will not force you to do something you don't want to do. If you don't want it, I won't make you." And with that, he backed off completely.

"Bakura?"

"Yes?"

"I want it." Ryou said, and Bakura stared at him. "I want you. Take me. Justï'¼"

"Yes?" Bakura asked, moving above Ryou, and staring into his dark eyes.

"Pleaseï'¼. Be gentleï'¼.. I'm scared." Ryou pleaded. Bakura smiled, and touched their noses together, with a soft smile.

"I will, little one." He murmured. In answer, Ryou moaned and shivered. His wings shuddered, and Bakura blinked when the sweet smell of gardenia invaded his senses. He gasped at the sudden tingling in his loins, and felt the heat gather there.

"You're doing that on purposeï'¼.." Bakura growled into Ryou's throat, between gentle, loving nips. Ryou giggled.

"I'm not!" He gasped. "I'm not old enough. I can't control it! Not yet! I can't hold it back!"

"Don't try to. If it wants to come, let it. It turns me on."

"That's what it's supposed to doï'¼"

"I know. I like it. I have a question."

"Yes?" Ryou asked, breathless.

"Earlier today, when Mai and the kids were here, and she spoke of how angels could release a scent that stimulates others,, I suddenly smelled you, and I, uh, I got arousedï'¼. Did you do that? I mean, you just said you couldn't control itï'¼"

"I can't. I heard her say that, and I looked at youï'¼. And I, Iï'¼.I wanted you. And it just, HAPPENED."

"You, you WANTED me?" Bakura gasped. Ryou blushed and nodded, resting his palms lightly on Bakura's chest.

"I want you. I love you." Ryou said, with a smile. Bakura grinned, and flopped over onto his back, pulling Ryou over on top of him. Ryou sighed, and rubbed his cheek on Bakura's chest.

"I love you too." Bakura said, pulling Ryou up to him, and pressing their lips together. Ryou moaned as their tongues entwined. Bakura flared his wings, and wrapped them around Ryou's body. The finger-like claws at the joints of his wings began to caress the angel's throat, drawing a purr from the boy. Bakura rocked his hips against Ryou's, making him gasp.

"Are you ready, little one?" Bakura whispered. Ryou fixed his large eyes on Bakura's.

"What do I do?" He asked, nervously. Bakura flipped them, laying the angel on the satin, then grabbed the bottle of massage oil from the bedside table.

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O_O Rememberï'¼ï'¼ If you kill me, you won't get to see the lemonï'¼ï'¼ please, remember thatï'¼.. pleaseï'¼ï'¼ *hides behind the computer disk containing the next chapter.*