Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Only Thing ❯ 1 of 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: tsutsuji 
Yami Bakura challenges Seto Kaiba to a duel for sex, and loses, so Kaiba collects the prize. Prequel to "The Other Half."
(Kaiba/Bakura) yaoi lemon
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.22.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Yami Bakura challenges Seto Kaiba to a duel for sex, and loses, so Kaiba collects the prize. Prequel to "The Other Half."
(Kaiba/Bakura) yaoi lemon
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.22.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Title: The Only Thing 1/1
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Seto Kaiba/Yami Bakura
Original characters: no
Type: yaoi/slash
Warnings for explicit m/m sex, and my wordy, long-winded style of writing. *_*
Status: complete, part of a series. First prequel to "The Other Half."
Spoilers: Not really. Takes place after the end of the manga but doesn't mention any specific events.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement. Yu-gi-oh is copyright of Kazuki Takahashi. I'm not Kazuki Takahashi, even in my wildest dreams.
Summary: You know the old saying: Winning isn't everything, it's the only thing. Sounds like something Seto Kaiba would say, doesn't it? Winning a duel with Yami Bakura might just make him question that idea after all...
Notes: This story is a prequel to "The Other Half," being the story of the first encounter between Yami Bakura and Seto Kaiba, which was mentioned briefly in that story. It's not connected to any of my other stories.
In case it's not obvious, this takes place after the end of the manga and it ignores the anime version of the Egypt arc. You want an explanation of how Yami Bakura and the Other Yugi have separate bodies now? Well, I don't have one, so feel free to make up your own! ^_^
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The Only Thing
***
Nothing irritated Seto Kaiba more than the presence of Yugi and his friends, and this unexpected visitor was no exception. Not only was it after hours, and not only was no one supposed to be in his office unannounced anyway, but he also found Bakura nearly as bothersome as Yugi himself. Kaiba stood behind his desk facing the intruder, fists clenched and eyes blazing.
"What do you want?" he snapped. "How did you get in here? And which one are you, anyway? The insane duelist or the wimp?"
That was the thing that bothered him the most. The two Bakuras, like the other Yugi, were constant reminders that the whole story of the ancient past hadn't been just a stupid fairy tale dreamed up in the immature brain of little Yugi.
His own disturbing dreams of ancient Egypt had finally stopped after the others returned from that country, to his relief. He was damned if he was going to develop some alternate personality this late in life. And he had enough to deal with just burying his own living past without having to work out the karma of a 3000-year-dead Egyptian priest. That was why he preferred to ignore both of the Yugis and Bakuras as much as possible.
Apparently this Bakura wasn't going to let Kaiba ignore him. He planted his feet apart and stood there with his arms crossed, as if daring Kaiba to toss him out. That attitude, plus the narrow-eyed smile that was more challenging than friendly, let Kaiba know he was the Other Bakura, the former Spirit of an ancient tomb robber, once deadly rival of the Other Yugi. Now, as far as Kaiba was concerned, he was merely a nuisance.
"Well? Tell me what you think you're doing here before I call security and have you thrown out," he snapped again when Bakura simply stood there, regarding him silently.
"I've come to challenge you to a duel, Seto Kaiba," Bakura answered at last.
Kaiba couldn't react for a couple of heartbeats. His curiosity battled with his irritation and made him temporarily speechless. Curiosity won.
"I assume you mean Duel Monsters?" he said, putting his best sneer into his voice. "What makes you think I'll accept a challenge from you? You cheated your way into the Battle City finals with a stolen duel disc, in case you think I didn't notice. I could have you banned from dueling entirely."
"But you haven't, and you won't. Besides, I'm not interested in dueling in any of your little tournaments. This is a personal challenge."
"What's the point, then?" Kaiba asked. "Why challenge me?"
"Because there's something I want from you, and I'm fairly certain that winning a duel is the only way to get it," Bakura answered.
Kaiba's curiosity grew. It was helped along by the fact that, after he'd analyzed all the duels from the entire Battle City Tournament, Bakura's were some of the most impressive. Realizing that, he'd followed up with a thorough investigation of Bakura - both of them, as far as was possible. He knew that Ryou Bakura had plenty of money provided by his father. He also knew that the older Bakura was supposed to have been a thief, and probably still was, according to the rumors.
In Kaiba's experience, people usually challenged him either because they wanted to prove they were one of the world's best duelists, or because they wanted money from him or a job with his company. Bakura didn't seem likely to be after any of those things. So what did he want?
"All right," he said, making sure the snarl remained in his voice, "Say I accept your challenge. What stakes are we playing for?"
Bakura stepped around the desk, unflinching in the face of Kaiba's icy glare as he came right up to stand inches away from him.
"You're a very attractive young man, Kaiba, as I'm sure you realize," he said smoothly, his gaze dipping down the length of Kaiba's body and back up again. "And perhaps you've had similar requests from others, so you may not be very shocked when I say that when I win this duel, I intend to have you perform a certain sexual act with me."
Kaiba gaped at him in shock. Despite what Bakura just said, no one had ever made such a suggestion before. After a few seconds, his shock turned to laughter.
"Is that supposed to flatter me into accepting your challenge?" he said when he paused for breath.
"I'm well aware that you think too much of yourself already to be affected by mere flattery," Bakura said smoothly. "However, I was hoping that your vanity would make you accept my challenge, in the form of your belief that you can't possibly lose to an amateur duelist like myself."
Kaiba found himself gaping open-mouthed and again laughing in disbelief.
"That was a back-handed compliment if I ever heard one," he said. "And you're absolutely right, there's no way you can win against me. But you've managed to intrigue me, even though you're also irritating as hell. So I'll accept your challenge, just to get rid of you once and for all. "
"Excellent! I knew you'd see things my way," Bakura said with a grin.
Kaiba laughed. "I don't see things any way but my own."
"And if you should indeed win, what will you demand of me in return?" Bakura asked.
Kaiba meant to say that after he won, both Bakura's would stay out of his sight and never bother him again. But for some reason, that wasn't what came out of his mouth.
"I'll let you know," he said. He stepped around Bakura to head for the door.
"Very well," Bakura answered, his voice a low purr. Something about the sound of that voice, coming from behind his back, sent a strange shiver down Kaiba's spine. He couldn't have said if it was a shiver of fear, or something else.
He remembered that Bakura had appeared more than a little insane when he'd dueled Yugi on the Battle Ship. He had a strong suspicion that Bakura's apparent madness was just part of a dueling persona he wore to intimidate his opponents. It was equally useful for putting off curious classmates and others he didn't care to deal with. If that was the case, Kaiba thought, it wasn't going to work on him.
"My personal dueling arena is this way," he said, opening the door of his office and gesturing to the left. "I hope you don't find the state-of-the-art technology too distracting."
"Your technological toys are less of a distraction to me than you are," Bakura said with a suggestive glance. He swept past Kaiba and headed down the corridor.
After Yugi and his friends, nothing irritated Kaiba more than people who tried to stoke his ego for their own purposes. He was very good at detecting such false flattery, and quite immune to it.
The problem was, he had a feeling Bakura might actually mean it.
***
It took a little longer than he'd expected, but in the end he didn't even need to use his most powerful cards to defeat Bakura. It was almost disappointing. But it was well worth the look of surprise on Bakura's face as his final demonic monster disappeared in a shower of sparks, along with his remaining life points.
It had also been worthwhile as a duel, he decided. Bakura was as good a player as he'd appeared to be, even if a few of his strategies were rather predictable. He'd built his occult deck carefully, and more importantly he knew how to use it. Kaiba remained impressed, even as he watched Bakura stare sulkily at the empty space where his monster had disappeared.
"Well, it appears that you've lost after all. I hope you're not really surprised," he said smugly. That earned him a glare from Bakura.
"It has just occurred to me that you were more prepared for my strategy than I expected," he said, looking at Kaiba thoughtfully. "And here I thought you only paid attention to people who beat you, like Yugi."
"I've analyzed every duel that took place in Battle City. As I already told you, I knew how you got into the finals, and I would have disqualified you on the spot if I didn't think you were skillful enough to belong there. And besides, you almost beat Yugi yourself. You didn't stand a chance against his god card, even if you did nearly win by another more unorthodox tactic, playing on his sympathy."
Bakura scowled darkly at that, and for the first time his face took on the nearly demonic appearance Kaiba had seen during that duel.
"Don't remind me of that moment," he snarled. "It was that fool Malik who tried to use my host to force Yugi to forfeit the duel. It was not my idea to put Ryou in front of an attack by Ra that could have killed him!"
Kaiba was taken aback at the anger in Bakura's words, and unsettled at Bakura's reference to Ryou as his host. But he remembered another rumor about the two Bakuras. He'd heard that they were involved in an intimate relationship. From what Bakura just said, he was inclined to believe that there was something between them. And if that was the case, if they were lovers as the rumors said, what was Bakura doing looking for sex here with him?
"What exactly did you intend to ask me to do if you won the duel, by the way?" Kaiba asked casually.
Bakura's expression shifted again, his hard scowl replaced by a leering grin.
"I considered many things," he said, his voice dropping to that spine-tingling purr again. "But I decided I would be content with a simple blow job."
Kaiba laughed. "Oh, is that all?" he said mockingly. He ignored the small flush of heat caused by those words said in that voice. "How unambitious of you."
"Well then, since you've won, you get to ask a favor of me," Bakura reminded him. He stepped down from the duel platform and came across the arena toward him. "What is it you wish of me, Master of Duels?"
It was time to get rid of him once and for all, Kaiba thought. He was an interesting duelist, but he was still annoying. As he sauntered over, with his hips swaying in tight faded denim and that challenging smile still on his face, it occurred to Kaiba that merely telling him to go away probably wouldn't work. But he thought he knew something that would make him leave in a hurry and not come back. He was certain Bakura would never subject himself to the same demeaning act he'd wanted Kaiba to perform on him.
"What if I were to ask the same 'favor' of you that you intended to ask of me?" he challenged.
That stopped Bakura in his tracks halfway across the arena. Kaiba laughed silently to himself. Bakura looked even more surprised than he had when he lost all his life points. Kaiba waited for his surprise to turn to indignation and disgust.
But instead of looking insulted, the leering smile returned to Bakura's face, and he started walking forward again. Kaiba's heart started to pound as he realized what he'd just done. If he'd only said that because he thought Bakura would never agree to go down on him, clearly he'd just made a bad error in judgment.
But if it was such a bad mistake, why did he feel that warm tingling in his groin as Bakura drew closer?
"If that's what you wish, I am bound to oblige you," Bakura said as he stopped in front of Kaiba. Once again, his gaze swept down Kaiba's body and back again, but this time it paused for a few seconds to gaze appraisingly at Kaiba's crotch.
"You mean you actually agree to do this?" Kaiba said, incredulous.
"Why not?" Bakura asked simply. He leaned his hip against the side of the duel platform and cocked his head. "I said I find you attractive. Having you on your knees in front of me, giving me pleasure, would have been my first choice, but I'll be satisfied to get a taste of you any way I can."
Kaiba could no longer deny the effect that low, suggestive voice had on him. On top of the excitement of winning the duel, Bakura's voice and attitude were actually beginning to get him hard. But he was certain his arousal hadn't yet become visible even to Bakura's questing eyes. He could still call this whole thing off and send Bakura away. That was what logic and sense told him he should do.
But logic and sense flew out through the air vents when Bakura suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Kaiba. He stared hard at the zippered trousers inches from his face. After studying this view for a few seconds, he looked up at Kaiba with his head cocked to the side.
"How would you like me to begin my task?" he asked.
Kaiba could do nothing but stare down at him for several pounding heartbeats. Finally he found an answer.
"Carefully," he said. He gave Bakura the stern scowl that had been known to make less competent employees quit their jobs and leave the country. "If you cause me the slightest amount of pain or discomfort, you'll regret it," he growled.
Bakura smiled at his threat. "When I'm through, you will have forgotten the meaning of the word 'pain,'" he said.
Bakura had fine hands, as Kaiba had noticed when he watched the replays of the Battle City duels. Long, slim, agile fingers, almost too delicate for a man. At least, that described the hands of his classmate, Ryou Bakura. Now he had the chance to observe that the other Bakura's hands were nearly as fine, although like the rest of his skin, they were not as ivory-white. If anything, though, they were even more agile, as he soon discovered. Bakura lightly caressed his thighs before unbuckling his belt, and then made quick work of the fly of his trousers.
"Ahhh," Bakura breathed a sigh of discovery as he slid the trousers down off Kaiba's hips. He wasn't sure if the reaction was to his silk briefs or to the telltale bulge inside them. Kaiba forced himself to breath evenly and relax as Bakura reached inside to free him from the confines of his clothing.
Somehow, though, Bakura managed to do this without actually touching his erection. There was just the whisper of movement to tease him, and then it sprang free, bobbing next to his thigh as if reaching for Bakura's touch.
Bakura gazed at it a moment, smiling appreciatively.
"Part of you is ready for my touch, anyway," he said. His breath was warm on Kaiba's exposed skin.
Kaiba tensed again as Bakura reached for him. But his hand was gentle, closing lightly around his length, encouraging it to grow with smooth caresses. He responded quickly, to his own surprise. Especially when Bakura leaned in and rubbed his cheek against the smooth head.
"You smell good," Bakura said, breathing in deeply. The heat of his breath made Kaiba swell further. "You feel good to touch, as well. I'm sure you're going to taste just as good."
Kaiba was having greater difficulty keeping his breathing steady. The sensations Bakura was causing made sparks fly up his spine and started to cloud his brain. Trying to be casual about it, he leaned back against the duel platform to brace himself. Bakura shifted on his knees to accommodate him.
Bakura's lips opened and the tip of his tongue came out. The first touch of it was so light, Kaiba almost didn't feel it except as another tingle of warmth in his shaft. That pert tip of tongue ran down the underside of his erection and back again, encouraging it to lean out straight and stiff. Teasingly, Bakura swirled the tip of his tongue lightly around the head, once, and then blew a soft, warm breath on it. It jumped in his hands.
Kaiba felt a delicious surge of arousal flood through him. Looking down at Bakura, realizing that he was determined to do only what would make Kaiba hard and bring him to climax, gave him a heady, familiar feeling of power. He was in control, he realized. It was perfect.
He reached down to touch Bakura for the first time. His hair was softer than its spiky, wild look had led him to expect it would be. He lightly pressed Bakura's head forward, and felt no resistance. Bakura nuzzled him, pressing his face into the corner between the base of his cock and his thigh. His breath was hot, and his tongue flicked at Kaiba's balls. Kaiba barely prevented a hiss of pleasure from escaping his lips.
After nuzzling him with tongue and lips this way for a little while, Bakura drew back slightly. His hand closed around Kaiba's length, now nearly full, and he held it there with his lips almost touching the tip. Then he looked up at Kaiba once more. His eyes gleamed like smoldering coals beneath a feathery fringe of hair.
"Tell me," he said, "do you expect me to swallow, or would you find it more fulfilling to come in my face?"
"Just get on with it," Kaiba growled, unwilling to admit that the idea of either outcome made his balls throb. "I'll let you know when I find out if you're any good at this."
Bakura chuckled. "At least as good as you are at winning duels," he murmured with his lips against the head of Kaiba's cock. It was all Kaiba could do not to groan out loud at the tickling warmth and vibration.
It was even harder a second later, as Bakura opened his lips wide around Kaiba's tip and let a breath of hot air wash over it. Kaiba shuddered with the effort not to make any revealing sound of pleasure.
Then the lips closed on him and a hot, wet tongue curled around, engulfing the head of his cock in molten, spine-melting warmth. That hot mouth plunged down onto him, engulfing him in a wave of pleasure. By the time he realized the loud moan had escaped him after all, he no longer cared.
For a few seconds, he thought Bakura was going to bring him off immediately. He plunged his mouth onto Kaiba's length, sucking and twisting his tongue around it as he pulled back, and then plunged again. He found himself thrusting his hips forward without meaning to, and he knew he was already close. He fisted his hands in Bakura's hair, intending to hold him back, but instead he did just the opposite, holding his head still and thrusting into his mouth again with a grunt of need.
But Bakura eased up on the suction and somehow, Kaiba wasn't sure how, he brought him back from the brink. He felt a flash of frustrated anger, but he calmed himself quickly. He was still in control, and Bakura shouldn't be allowed to get it over with so quickly, he reminded himself. With a great effort of will, he pulled Bakura off of him. There was no resistance
"Wait a minute," Kaiba said through gritted teeth. "Not so fast!"
He couldn't see Bakura's face, it was hidden by his hair now, but gleaming eyes peered up at him. He wasn't sure if the thief was laughing or not.
"You seemed so eager, Master of Duels, I thought perhaps you wanted to take your pleasure quickly," he said. "If you want me to make it last longer for you, I will. I'm in no hurry to end this. I've barely had a taste of you yet."
The words alone made him throb with the need for more. But he was determined to stay in control, not let Bakura take over and have his way. This was his reward for winning, after all, not Bakura's.
"Take it slow, then. And make it good."
"Of course."
He guided Bakura back to him and let that hot mouth take him in again. Bakura braced his hands against Kaiba's hips, holding himself in place as he got back to work, sucking and plunging, but without quite so much intensity.
Kaiba held his head for a while as he worked. But soon enough it became clear that Bakura was now working to make it last, building the pleasure slowly. He seemed to be enjoying the taste of Kaiba, as he'd said. He slurped with his tongue, smacked his lips on Kaiba's length, and paused now and then to lick in other places, breathing in deep breaths of Kaiba's scent as he did.
The odor of sex was rising around them, adding another layer to the cloud of lust around Kaiba's head. Bakura's elegant fingers fondled his balls, adding to the brain-frying stimulation.
When Bakura started to hum and sigh in satisfaction around Kaiba's sensitized cock, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. The vibrations made his balls tingle and started the real fire building at the base of his spine. He hardly knew what Bakura was doing with his hands now, only that it was increasing his pleasure exponentially.
The final surge toward his climax came when he looked down. Bakura, kneeling there, his hair tangled in Kaiba's fingers, all of his attention focused on Kaiba's pleasure and fulfillment.... the power of it brought him to the edge. The thought that he would continue until Kaiba let him stop was what pushed him over.
"Now," he growled, "Do it now!"
Bakura heard and obeyed. He quickened the pace, sucked and slurped hungrily. His fingers coaxed Kaiba's balls into tight nuts, and the pressure and rhythm of his mouth brought the molten heat to pool at the base of his spine, ready to explode. This time when his hips started to buck, plunging his cock deep into Bakura's throat, he didn't try to stop himself. Bakura took all of him. Kaiba came, yelling out loud, leaning back against the duel platform so his knees didn't give out. One fist pounded the fiberglass casing hard enough to leave a dent. He pumped into that hot mouth until he was empty. Bakura swallowed every drop of him, and then let him go.
Kaiba gasped. The pleasure was almost too intense to be pleasurable. Bakura had sensed this and let him go, but remained with his hands on Kaiba's hips, bracing both Kaiba and himself.
When Kaiba's mind cleared enough to look down at him again, he still knelt there with his head bowed, a curtain of damp, silvery hair over his face. Kaiba touched his head and he looked up. His lips were swollen and dripping, and his gaze was unfocused. Kaiba smiled. Bakura's dazed look was his final triumph.
A few seconds later Bakura drew himself together, though it took him some effort to do so.
"Are you satisfied?" Kaiba asked mockingly.
"The question is, are you?" Bakura countered. His voice was a little rough. "Have I performed to your satisfaction as my payment for losing the duel?"
Satisfaction wasn't quite strong enough a word for the bone-melting pleasure Kaiba felt. But he wasn't about to give Bakura any better praise than that.
"You performed very well," he said. He managed not to grimace too much as he pulled trousers and underwear back up over his still-sensitive cock. He had to get himself together. He was ready to get away form Bakura's disturbingly arousing presence. If those gleaming eyes stared up at him much longer, he was going to get hard again. That wouldn't do at all.
Bakura cocked his head again at him, watching him fix his clothing with a lazy smile.
"You were as good as I thought you'd be," Bakura said. "Even though I did not have the pleasure seeing you kneel before me. I still don't know if you're as good at sucking as you are at dueling.
A bark of laughter escaped Kaiba. "Another backhanded compliment," he said. "You can drop the flattery; we're done here. I won, you lost, and you paid. End of story."
Bakura rose to his feet. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and regarded Kaiba calmly.
"The line between winning and losing is always clear to you, isn't it, Kaiba? You would never confuse one with the other. The Pyrrhic victory or the strategic loss never enter your equation. 'What feels like defeat may be victory,' to quote from a song that Ryou is fond of."
Kaiba laughed again, partly to hide his discomfort under Bakura's cool gaze, and partly because the words were absurd -- especially coming from someone who just spent twenty minutes on his knees giving him a blow job.
"Nonsense," he said dismissively. "Anyone who can't tell the difference between winning and losing is a fool. Or just insane."
He gave Bakura a mocking smile, folding his arms and composing himself into his usual icy attitude. But Bakura simply gave him one last look up and down before turning away.
"I'm sure I can find my own way out," he said over his shoulder on his way to the door.
"There'll be a guard to escort you, just to make sure you don't get lost," Kaiba said.
Bakura turned back at the door of the dueling area. "Of course," he said. He flashed more of those challenging smiles, and then he was gone.
Kaiba stood there in the empty duel arena for a few seconds, taking a couple of deep breaths as he tried to pull his scattered senses back together. Then he turned to the phone beside the dueling platform and called security. He certainly didn't need the thief wandering around his property unsupervised. Once they assured him Bakura had left the building, he checked to make sure his clothing was perfectly arranged again, and then headed back to his office. He had work to catch up on.
Two hours later, he gave up and went home. Most of the work remained unfinished. Thoughts of Bakura's eyes and his seductive voice kept invading his mind.
In the shower, he gave himself up to those thoughts. His own hand couldn't recreate the intense pleasure of Bakura's mouth, but along with his imagination, it was close enough. This time, since he was alone and the room was soundproof, he didn't have to hold back. His scream of release echoed off the bathroom tiles.
When he was done, he slumped against the tiled wall, panting and gulping for breath. Then he gave himself a blast of cold water. That finally brought relief to the heightened state of his senses, but it didn't get rid of the feeling that he had to have Bakura again, somehow. But there was no way he was going to go to him and ask for it. No way on earth or in hell.
He kept remembering the way Bakura had continued to kneel in front of him after he was done, and suddenly he realized something. It wasn't submission that had kept him down there on his knees. It was Bakura's attempt to keep control of himself, and it had been successful. Bakura had been holding out on him. He didn't come.
Kaiba smiled. Holding out like that was unacceptable. He was just going to have to go and collect the rest of his prize. Maybe not tonight... but soon.
****
Ryou was intent on finishing his homework for the day when he heard Bakura come home. The next thing he knew, a cool hand slid under his arm from behind and embraced him around the waist, pinning him back against the chair. Bakura lifted his long, silky-white hair before pressing warm lips to the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He sighed and closed his eyes.
He squirmed in his chair as Bakura's tongue teased him. It dipped behind his ear, and then sharp teeth tugged gently on his earlobe, making him moan out loud. Bakura chuckled, blowing warm breath in his ear.
Ryou opened his eyes and got his first good look at Bakura's face.
"You look very pleased with yourself," he said with a suspicious smile. "What did you steal this time?"
"Nothing. I defeated Seto Kaiba."
Ryou's eyes flew wide open in surprise. "You beat Kaiba in a duel?"
"No, I lost the duel, as I intended. But I got exactly what I wanted. He doesn't even realize - he believes he won!"
Bakura laughed again at Ryou's confused expression.
"Now, what's for dinner?" he asked, deliberately confounding Ryou's curiosity.
"Aren't you going to explain that first?" Ryou asked plaintively.
The hand on Ryou's waist wandered suggestively lower, teasingly, then withdrew as Bakura stood up. Looking up at him, Ryou realized that he was distinctly aroused. His curiosity flared even further.
"I'll explain later," Bakura said in answer to Ryou's raised eyebrow. "I'll even demonstrate. But right now I'm hungry," Bakura said.
"Maybe you can get through dinner in that state," Ryou said. He stood up, brushing against Bakura's hardness with his hip. "But I can't, not with all this curiosity and *that* waiting for me."
"Very well," Bakura growled. "I did save myself just for you, after all," he added as he buried his head in Ryou's hair against his neck.
"Well then..." Ryou said. And those were the last words either of them managed to speak for quite some time.
***
the end
[No, it's not a cliffhanger. There's a sequel, which will be coming along eventually; that will be the story of Bakura's second encounter with Kaiba, in which Ryou also joins them. It's called "Half of Three." Coming soon to a fic archive near you! That story takes place between this and "The Other Half."]
[The song Bakura quotes from to Kaiba is "It's My Party" by Thalia.]
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Seto Kaiba/Yami Bakura
Original characters: no
Type: yaoi/slash
Warnings for explicit m/m sex, and my wordy, long-winded style of writing. *_*
Status: complete, part of a series. First prequel to "The Other Half."
Spoilers: Not really. Takes place after the end of the manga but doesn't mention any specific events.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement. Yu-gi-oh is copyright of Kazuki Takahashi. I'm not Kazuki Takahashi, even in my wildest dreams.
Summary: You know the old saying: Winning isn't everything, it's the only thing. Sounds like something Seto Kaiba would say, doesn't it? Winning a duel with Yami Bakura might just make him question that idea after all...
Notes: This story is a prequel to "The Other Half," being the story of the first encounter between Yami Bakura and Seto Kaiba, which was mentioned briefly in that story. It's not connected to any of my other stories.
In case it's not obvious, this takes place after the end of the manga and it ignores the anime version of the Egypt arc. You want an explanation of how Yami Bakura and the Other Yugi have separate bodies now? Well, I don't have one, so feel free to make up your own! ^_^
***
The Only Thing
***
Nothing irritated Seto Kaiba more than the presence of Yugi and his friends, and this unexpected visitor was no exception. Not only was it after hours, and not only was no one supposed to be in his office unannounced anyway, but he also found Bakura nearly as bothersome as Yugi himself. Kaiba stood behind his desk facing the intruder, fists clenched and eyes blazing.
"What do you want?" he snapped. "How did you get in here? And which one are you, anyway? The insane duelist or the wimp?"
That was the thing that bothered him the most. The two Bakuras, like the other Yugi, were constant reminders that the whole story of the ancient past hadn't been just a stupid fairy tale dreamed up in the immature brain of little Yugi.
His own disturbing dreams of ancient Egypt had finally stopped after the others returned from that country, to his relief. He was damned if he was going to develop some alternate personality this late in life. And he had enough to deal with just burying his own living past without having to work out the karma of a 3000-year-dead Egyptian priest. That was why he preferred to ignore both of the Yugis and Bakuras as much as possible.
Apparently this Bakura wasn't going to let Kaiba ignore him. He planted his feet apart and stood there with his arms crossed, as if daring Kaiba to toss him out. That attitude, plus the narrow-eyed smile that was more challenging than friendly, let Kaiba know he was the Other Bakura, the former Spirit of an ancient tomb robber, once deadly rival of the Other Yugi. Now, as far as Kaiba was concerned, he was merely a nuisance.
"Well? Tell me what you think you're doing here before I call security and have you thrown out," he snapped again when Bakura simply stood there, regarding him silently.
"I've come to challenge you to a duel, Seto Kaiba," Bakura answered at last.
Kaiba couldn't react for a couple of heartbeats. His curiosity battled with his irritation and made him temporarily speechless. Curiosity won.
"I assume you mean Duel Monsters?" he said, putting his best sneer into his voice. "What makes you think I'll accept a challenge from you? You cheated your way into the Battle City finals with a stolen duel disc, in case you think I didn't notice. I could have you banned from dueling entirely."
"But you haven't, and you won't. Besides, I'm not interested in dueling in any of your little tournaments. This is a personal challenge."
"What's the point, then?" Kaiba asked. "Why challenge me?"
"Because there's something I want from you, and I'm fairly certain that winning a duel is the only way to get it," Bakura answered.
Kaiba's curiosity grew. It was helped along by the fact that, after he'd analyzed all the duels from the entire Battle City Tournament, Bakura's were some of the most impressive. Realizing that, he'd followed up with a thorough investigation of Bakura - both of them, as far as was possible. He knew that Ryou Bakura had plenty of money provided by his father. He also knew that the older Bakura was supposed to have been a thief, and probably still was, according to the rumors.
In Kaiba's experience, people usually challenged him either because they wanted to prove they were one of the world's best duelists, or because they wanted money from him or a job with his company. Bakura didn't seem likely to be after any of those things. So what did he want?
"All right," he said, making sure the snarl remained in his voice, "Say I accept your challenge. What stakes are we playing for?"
Bakura stepped around the desk, unflinching in the face of Kaiba's icy glare as he came right up to stand inches away from him.
"You're a very attractive young man, Kaiba, as I'm sure you realize," he said smoothly, his gaze dipping down the length of Kaiba's body and back up again. "And perhaps you've had similar requests from others, so you may not be very shocked when I say that when I win this duel, I intend to have you perform a certain sexual act with me."
Kaiba gaped at him in shock. Despite what Bakura just said, no one had ever made such a suggestion before. After a few seconds, his shock turned to laughter.
"Is that supposed to flatter me into accepting your challenge?" he said when he paused for breath.
"I'm well aware that you think too much of yourself already to be affected by mere flattery," Bakura said smoothly. "However, I was hoping that your vanity would make you accept my challenge, in the form of your belief that you can't possibly lose to an amateur duelist like myself."
Kaiba found himself gaping open-mouthed and again laughing in disbelief.
"That was a back-handed compliment if I ever heard one," he said. "And you're absolutely right, there's no way you can win against me. But you've managed to intrigue me, even though you're also irritating as hell. So I'll accept your challenge, just to get rid of you once and for all. "
"Excellent! I knew you'd see things my way," Bakura said with a grin.
Kaiba laughed. "I don't see things any way but my own."
"And if you should indeed win, what will you demand of me in return?" Bakura asked.
Kaiba meant to say that after he won, both Bakura's would stay out of his sight and never bother him again. But for some reason, that wasn't what came out of his mouth.
"I'll let you know," he said. He stepped around Bakura to head for the door.
"Very well," Bakura answered, his voice a low purr. Something about the sound of that voice, coming from behind his back, sent a strange shiver down Kaiba's spine. He couldn't have said if it was a shiver of fear, or something else.
He remembered that Bakura had appeared more than a little insane when he'd dueled Yugi on the Battle Ship. He had a strong suspicion that Bakura's apparent madness was just part of a dueling persona he wore to intimidate his opponents. It was equally useful for putting off curious classmates and others he didn't care to deal with. If that was the case, Kaiba thought, it wasn't going to work on him.
"My personal dueling arena is this way," he said, opening the door of his office and gesturing to the left. "I hope you don't find the state-of-the-art technology too distracting."
"Your technological toys are less of a distraction to me than you are," Bakura said with a suggestive glance. He swept past Kaiba and headed down the corridor.
After Yugi and his friends, nothing irritated Kaiba more than people who tried to stoke his ego for their own purposes. He was very good at detecting such false flattery, and quite immune to it.
The problem was, he had a feeling Bakura might actually mean it.
***
It took a little longer than he'd expected, but in the end he didn't even need to use his most powerful cards to defeat Bakura. It was almost disappointing. But it was well worth the look of surprise on Bakura's face as his final demonic monster disappeared in a shower of sparks, along with his remaining life points.
It had also been worthwhile as a duel, he decided. Bakura was as good a player as he'd appeared to be, even if a few of his strategies were rather predictable. He'd built his occult deck carefully, and more importantly he knew how to use it. Kaiba remained impressed, even as he watched Bakura stare sulkily at the empty space where his monster had disappeared.
"Well, it appears that you've lost after all. I hope you're not really surprised," he said smugly. That earned him a glare from Bakura.
"It has just occurred to me that you were more prepared for my strategy than I expected," he said, looking at Kaiba thoughtfully. "And here I thought you only paid attention to people who beat you, like Yugi."
"I've analyzed every duel that took place in Battle City. As I already told you, I knew how you got into the finals, and I would have disqualified you on the spot if I didn't think you were skillful enough to belong there. And besides, you almost beat Yugi yourself. You didn't stand a chance against his god card, even if you did nearly win by another more unorthodox tactic, playing on his sympathy."
Bakura scowled darkly at that, and for the first time his face took on the nearly demonic appearance Kaiba had seen during that duel.
"Don't remind me of that moment," he snarled. "It was that fool Malik who tried to use my host to force Yugi to forfeit the duel. It was not my idea to put Ryou in front of an attack by Ra that could have killed him!"
Kaiba was taken aback at the anger in Bakura's words, and unsettled at Bakura's reference to Ryou as his host. But he remembered another rumor about the two Bakuras. He'd heard that they were involved in an intimate relationship. From what Bakura just said, he was inclined to believe that there was something between them. And if that was the case, if they were lovers as the rumors said, what was Bakura doing looking for sex here with him?
"What exactly did you intend to ask me to do if you won the duel, by the way?" Kaiba asked casually.
Bakura's expression shifted again, his hard scowl replaced by a leering grin.
"I considered many things," he said, his voice dropping to that spine-tingling purr again. "But I decided I would be content with a simple blow job."
Kaiba laughed. "Oh, is that all?" he said mockingly. He ignored the small flush of heat caused by those words said in that voice. "How unambitious of you."
"Well then, since you've won, you get to ask a favor of me," Bakura reminded him. He stepped down from the duel platform and came across the arena toward him. "What is it you wish of me, Master of Duels?"
It was time to get rid of him once and for all, Kaiba thought. He was an interesting duelist, but he was still annoying. As he sauntered over, with his hips swaying in tight faded denim and that challenging smile still on his face, it occurred to Kaiba that merely telling him to go away probably wouldn't work. But he thought he knew something that would make him leave in a hurry and not come back. He was certain Bakura would never subject himself to the same demeaning act he'd wanted Kaiba to perform on him.
"What if I were to ask the same 'favor' of you that you intended to ask of me?" he challenged.
That stopped Bakura in his tracks halfway across the arena. Kaiba laughed silently to himself. Bakura looked even more surprised than he had when he lost all his life points. Kaiba waited for his surprise to turn to indignation and disgust.
But instead of looking insulted, the leering smile returned to Bakura's face, and he started walking forward again. Kaiba's heart started to pound as he realized what he'd just done. If he'd only said that because he thought Bakura would never agree to go down on him, clearly he'd just made a bad error in judgment.
But if it was such a bad mistake, why did he feel that warm tingling in his groin as Bakura drew closer?
"If that's what you wish, I am bound to oblige you," Bakura said as he stopped in front of Kaiba. Once again, his gaze swept down Kaiba's body and back again, but this time it paused for a few seconds to gaze appraisingly at Kaiba's crotch.
"You mean you actually agree to do this?" Kaiba said, incredulous.
"Why not?" Bakura asked simply. He leaned his hip against the side of the duel platform and cocked his head. "I said I find you attractive. Having you on your knees in front of me, giving me pleasure, would have been my first choice, but I'll be satisfied to get a taste of you any way I can."
Kaiba could no longer deny the effect that low, suggestive voice had on him. On top of the excitement of winning the duel, Bakura's voice and attitude were actually beginning to get him hard. But he was certain his arousal hadn't yet become visible even to Bakura's questing eyes. He could still call this whole thing off and send Bakura away. That was what logic and sense told him he should do.
But logic and sense flew out through the air vents when Bakura suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Kaiba. He stared hard at the zippered trousers inches from his face. After studying this view for a few seconds, he looked up at Kaiba with his head cocked to the side.
"How would you like me to begin my task?" he asked.
Kaiba could do nothing but stare down at him for several pounding heartbeats. Finally he found an answer.
"Carefully," he said. He gave Bakura the stern scowl that had been known to make less competent employees quit their jobs and leave the country. "If you cause me the slightest amount of pain or discomfort, you'll regret it," he growled.
Bakura smiled at his threat. "When I'm through, you will have forgotten the meaning of the word 'pain,'" he said.
Bakura had fine hands, as Kaiba had noticed when he watched the replays of the Battle City duels. Long, slim, agile fingers, almost too delicate for a man. At least, that described the hands of his classmate, Ryou Bakura. Now he had the chance to observe that the other Bakura's hands were nearly as fine, although like the rest of his skin, they were not as ivory-white. If anything, though, they were even more agile, as he soon discovered. Bakura lightly caressed his thighs before unbuckling his belt, and then made quick work of the fly of his trousers.
"Ahhh," Bakura breathed a sigh of discovery as he slid the trousers down off Kaiba's hips. He wasn't sure if the reaction was to his silk briefs or to the telltale bulge inside them. Kaiba forced himself to breath evenly and relax as Bakura reached inside to free him from the confines of his clothing.
Somehow, though, Bakura managed to do this without actually touching his erection. There was just the whisper of movement to tease him, and then it sprang free, bobbing next to his thigh as if reaching for Bakura's touch.
Bakura gazed at it a moment, smiling appreciatively.
"Part of you is ready for my touch, anyway," he said. His breath was warm on Kaiba's exposed skin.
Kaiba tensed again as Bakura reached for him. But his hand was gentle, closing lightly around his length, encouraging it to grow with smooth caresses. He responded quickly, to his own surprise. Especially when Bakura leaned in and rubbed his cheek against the smooth head.
"You smell good," Bakura said, breathing in deeply. The heat of his breath made Kaiba swell further. "You feel good to touch, as well. I'm sure you're going to taste just as good."
Kaiba was having greater difficulty keeping his breathing steady. The sensations Bakura was causing made sparks fly up his spine and started to cloud his brain. Trying to be casual about it, he leaned back against the duel platform to brace himself. Bakura shifted on his knees to accommodate him.
Bakura's lips opened and the tip of his tongue came out. The first touch of it was so light, Kaiba almost didn't feel it except as another tingle of warmth in his shaft. That pert tip of tongue ran down the underside of his erection and back again, encouraging it to lean out straight and stiff. Teasingly, Bakura swirled the tip of his tongue lightly around the head, once, and then blew a soft, warm breath on it. It jumped in his hands.
Kaiba felt a delicious surge of arousal flood through him. Looking down at Bakura, realizing that he was determined to do only what would make Kaiba hard and bring him to climax, gave him a heady, familiar feeling of power. He was in control, he realized. It was perfect.
He reached down to touch Bakura for the first time. His hair was softer than its spiky, wild look had led him to expect it would be. He lightly pressed Bakura's head forward, and felt no resistance. Bakura nuzzled him, pressing his face into the corner between the base of his cock and his thigh. His breath was hot, and his tongue flicked at Kaiba's balls. Kaiba barely prevented a hiss of pleasure from escaping his lips.
After nuzzling him with tongue and lips this way for a little while, Bakura drew back slightly. His hand closed around Kaiba's length, now nearly full, and he held it there with his lips almost touching the tip. Then he looked up at Kaiba once more. His eyes gleamed like smoldering coals beneath a feathery fringe of hair.
"Tell me," he said, "do you expect me to swallow, or would you find it more fulfilling to come in my face?"
"Just get on with it," Kaiba growled, unwilling to admit that the idea of either outcome made his balls throb. "I'll let you know when I find out if you're any good at this."
Bakura chuckled. "At least as good as you are at winning duels," he murmured with his lips against the head of Kaiba's cock. It was all Kaiba could do not to groan out loud at the tickling warmth and vibration.
It was even harder a second later, as Bakura opened his lips wide around Kaiba's tip and let a breath of hot air wash over it. Kaiba shuddered with the effort not to make any revealing sound of pleasure.
Then the lips closed on him and a hot, wet tongue curled around, engulfing the head of his cock in molten, spine-melting warmth. That hot mouth plunged down onto him, engulfing him in a wave of pleasure. By the time he realized the loud moan had escaped him after all, he no longer cared.
For a few seconds, he thought Bakura was going to bring him off immediately. He plunged his mouth onto Kaiba's length, sucking and twisting his tongue around it as he pulled back, and then plunged again. He found himself thrusting his hips forward without meaning to, and he knew he was already close. He fisted his hands in Bakura's hair, intending to hold him back, but instead he did just the opposite, holding his head still and thrusting into his mouth again with a grunt of need.
But Bakura eased up on the suction and somehow, Kaiba wasn't sure how, he brought him back from the brink. He felt a flash of frustrated anger, but he calmed himself quickly. He was still in control, and Bakura shouldn't be allowed to get it over with so quickly, he reminded himself. With a great effort of will, he pulled Bakura off of him. There was no resistance
"Wait a minute," Kaiba said through gritted teeth. "Not so fast!"
He couldn't see Bakura's face, it was hidden by his hair now, but gleaming eyes peered up at him. He wasn't sure if the thief was laughing or not.
"You seemed so eager, Master of Duels, I thought perhaps you wanted to take your pleasure quickly," he said. "If you want me to make it last longer for you, I will. I'm in no hurry to end this. I've barely had a taste of you yet."
The words alone made him throb with the need for more. But he was determined to stay in control, not let Bakura take over and have his way. This was his reward for winning, after all, not Bakura's.
"Take it slow, then. And make it good."
"Of course."
He guided Bakura back to him and let that hot mouth take him in again. Bakura braced his hands against Kaiba's hips, holding himself in place as he got back to work, sucking and plunging, but without quite so much intensity.
Kaiba held his head for a while as he worked. But soon enough it became clear that Bakura was now working to make it last, building the pleasure slowly. He seemed to be enjoying the taste of Kaiba, as he'd said. He slurped with his tongue, smacked his lips on Kaiba's length, and paused now and then to lick in other places, breathing in deep breaths of Kaiba's scent as he did.
The odor of sex was rising around them, adding another layer to the cloud of lust around Kaiba's head. Bakura's elegant fingers fondled his balls, adding to the brain-frying stimulation.
When Bakura started to hum and sigh in satisfaction around Kaiba's sensitized cock, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. The vibrations made his balls tingle and started the real fire building at the base of his spine. He hardly knew what Bakura was doing with his hands now, only that it was increasing his pleasure exponentially.
The final surge toward his climax came when he looked down. Bakura, kneeling there, his hair tangled in Kaiba's fingers, all of his attention focused on Kaiba's pleasure and fulfillment.... the power of it brought him to the edge. The thought that he would continue until Kaiba let him stop was what pushed him over.
"Now," he growled, "Do it now!"
Bakura heard and obeyed. He quickened the pace, sucked and slurped hungrily. His fingers coaxed Kaiba's balls into tight nuts, and the pressure and rhythm of his mouth brought the molten heat to pool at the base of his spine, ready to explode. This time when his hips started to buck, plunging his cock deep into Bakura's throat, he didn't try to stop himself. Bakura took all of him. Kaiba came, yelling out loud, leaning back against the duel platform so his knees didn't give out. One fist pounded the fiberglass casing hard enough to leave a dent. He pumped into that hot mouth until he was empty. Bakura swallowed every drop of him, and then let him go.
Kaiba gasped. The pleasure was almost too intense to be pleasurable. Bakura had sensed this and let him go, but remained with his hands on Kaiba's hips, bracing both Kaiba and himself.
When Kaiba's mind cleared enough to look down at him again, he still knelt there with his head bowed, a curtain of damp, silvery hair over his face. Kaiba touched his head and he looked up. His lips were swollen and dripping, and his gaze was unfocused. Kaiba smiled. Bakura's dazed look was his final triumph.
A few seconds later Bakura drew himself together, though it took him some effort to do so.
"Are you satisfied?" Kaiba asked mockingly.
"The question is, are you?" Bakura countered. His voice was a little rough. "Have I performed to your satisfaction as my payment for losing the duel?"
Satisfaction wasn't quite strong enough a word for the bone-melting pleasure Kaiba felt. But he wasn't about to give Bakura any better praise than that.
"You performed very well," he said. He managed not to grimace too much as he pulled trousers and underwear back up over his still-sensitive cock. He had to get himself together. He was ready to get away form Bakura's disturbingly arousing presence. If those gleaming eyes stared up at him much longer, he was going to get hard again. That wouldn't do at all.
Bakura cocked his head again at him, watching him fix his clothing with a lazy smile.
"You were as good as I thought you'd be," Bakura said. "Even though I did not have the pleasure seeing you kneel before me. I still don't know if you're as good at sucking as you are at dueling.
A bark of laughter escaped Kaiba. "Another backhanded compliment," he said. "You can drop the flattery; we're done here. I won, you lost, and you paid. End of story."
Bakura rose to his feet. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and regarded Kaiba calmly.
"The line between winning and losing is always clear to you, isn't it, Kaiba? You would never confuse one with the other. The Pyrrhic victory or the strategic loss never enter your equation. 'What feels like defeat may be victory,' to quote from a song that Ryou is fond of."
Kaiba laughed again, partly to hide his discomfort under Bakura's cool gaze, and partly because the words were absurd -- especially coming from someone who just spent twenty minutes on his knees giving him a blow job.
"Nonsense," he said dismissively. "Anyone who can't tell the difference between winning and losing is a fool. Or just insane."
He gave Bakura a mocking smile, folding his arms and composing himself into his usual icy attitude. But Bakura simply gave him one last look up and down before turning away.
"I'm sure I can find my own way out," he said over his shoulder on his way to the door.
"There'll be a guard to escort you, just to make sure you don't get lost," Kaiba said.
Bakura turned back at the door of the dueling area. "Of course," he said. He flashed more of those challenging smiles, and then he was gone.
Kaiba stood there in the empty duel arena for a few seconds, taking a couple of deep breaths as he tried to pull his scattered senses back together. Then he turned to the phone beside the dueling platform and called security. He certainly didn't need the thief wandering around his property unsupervised. Once they assured him Bakura had left the building, he checked to make sure his clothing was perfectly arranged again, and then headed back to his office. He had work to catch up on.
Two hours later, he gave up and went home. Most of the work remained unfinished. Thoughts of Bakura's eyes and his seductive voice kept invading his mind.
In the shower, he gave himself up to those thoughts. His own hand couldn't recreate the intense pleasure of Bakura's mouth, but along with his imagination, it was close enough. This time, since he was alone and the room was soundproof, he didn't have to hold back. His scream of release echoed off the bathroom tiles.
When he was done, he slumped against the tiled wall, panting and gulping for breath. Then he gave himself a blast of cold water. That finally brought relief to the heightened state of his senses, but it didn't get rid of the feeling that he had to have Bakura again, somehow. But there was no way he was going to go to him and ask for it. No way on earth or in hell.
He kept remembering the way Bakura had continued to kneel in front of him after he was done, and suddenly he realized something. It wasn't submission that had kept him down there on his knees. It was Bakura's attempt to keep control of himself, and it had been successful. Bakura had been holding out on him. He didn't come.
Kaiba smiled. Holding out like that was unacceptable. He was just going to have to go and collect the rest of his prize. Maybe not tonight... but soon.
****
Ryou was intent on finishing his homework for the day when he heard Bakura come home. The next thing he knew, a cool hand slid under his arm from behind and embraced him around the waist, pinning him back against the chair. Bakura lifted his long, silky-white hair before pressing warm lips to the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He sighed and closed his eyes.
He squirmed in his chair as Bakura's tongue teased him. It dipped behind his ear, and then sharp teeth tugged gently on his earlobe, making him moan out loud. Bakura chuckled, blowing warm breath in his ear.
Ryou opened his eyes and got his first good look at Bakura's face.
"You look very pleased with yourself," he said with a suspicious smile. "What did you steal this time?"
"Nothing. I defeated Seto Kaiba."
Ryou's eyes flew wide open in surprise. "You beat Kaiba in a duel?"
"No, I lost the duel, as I intended. But I got exactly what I wanted. He doesn't even realize - he believes he won!"
Bakura laughed again at Ryou's confused expression.
"Now, what's for dinner?" he asked, deliberately confounding Ryou's curiosity.
"Aren't you going to explain that first?" Ryou asked plaintively.
The hand on Ryou's waist wandered suggestively lower, teasingly, then withdrew as Bakura stood up. Looking up at him, Ryou realized that he was distinctly aroused. His curiosity flared even further.
"I'll explain later," Bakura said in answer to Ryou's raised eyebrow. "I'll even demonstrate. But right now I'm hungry," Bakura said.
"Maybe you can get through dinner in that state," Ryou said. He stood up, brushing against Bakura's hardness with his hip. "But I can't, not with all this curiosity and *that* waiting for me."
"Very well," Bakura growled. "I did save myself just for you, after all," he added as he buried his head in Ryou's hair against his neck.
"Well then..." Ryou said. And those were the last words either of them managed to speak for quite some time.
***
the end
[No, it's not a cliffhanger. There's a sequel, which will be coming along eventually; that will be the story of Bakura's second encounter with Kaiba, in which Ryou also joins them. It's called "Half of Three." Coming soon to a fic archive near you! That story takes place between this and "The Other Half."]
[The song Bakura quotes from to Kaiba is "It's My Party" by Thalia.]