Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Love Me? ❯ chappie 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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You Love Me? --- Chappie 1

"Ryou-kun? What the bloody fuck are you doing?" asked a very disgruntled Bakura. He had been sleeping almost peacefully until Ryou had begun shifting about.

"Nothing, just trying to get comfy." Ryou said, sitting up. Bakura could practically hear the frown in his voice.

"Is that all?" Bakura demanded. He himself had been having troubles with that lately. While Ryou allowed the tomb raider to share his bed it was only in the literal sense of the phrase.

Flashback

While Ryou had slunk off to bed hours before hand Bakura was still wide awake. He was also extremely bored. So to amuse himself he'd taken all the steak knives from the kitchen (and there'd been a lot of them) and went out onto the front porch. Beer in hand he'd begun to throw the various sized knives at the nearest tree trunk. He also began to think about his little hikari. All snug and warm under his covers, safe and sound. Or so Bakura thought.

Three and a quarter beers later and twenty-five steak knives into his collection, the front door opened behind Bakura to reveal a very lost looking Ryou.

"Bakura?" he whispered in the smallest voice the yami had ever heard.

After throwing one last knife Bakura turned. Ryou stood within the outside door. He was barefoot and shirtless, his pale blue satin bottoms hung loosely around his hips with the drawstring hanging down.

"I had a nightmare." he looked just like the lost child who had woken up in the middle of the night and wandered into his parents’ room. "Ra, that sounds so stupid." he muttered. "But it's true and don't even think of laughing at me, but..." Bakura just stood waiting patiently for his hikari to either continue or turn and go back to bed. But to his surprise Ryou did neither. He stepped out onto the porch, grabbed Bakura's beer and stretched out on the porch swing. He took a big swig from the alcoholic beverage but almost gagged as he went to swallow it.

"That's disgusting." he said, handing it back to Bakura. "How do you drink those things?"

"Very carefully." the yami responded carefully. While his hikari sounded back to normal he still seemed alittle shaken. He was tempted to ask what had happened or who had upset him this badly so he could go and rip out their throat, but he knew that that wasn't the way to go with Ryou. Trail and error. And Bakura had made alot of errors with Ryou, enough to know that promises of death and destruction weren't going to make the small albino boy feel any better. So instead Bakura went back to what he'd been doing, throwing knives.

To his pleasure, after a few moments of silence Ryou asked Bakura to teach him.

So Bakura had Ryou stand up at the closest edge of the porch with the knife poised for throwing. Then Bakura came up from behind and pressed himself into Ryou's back to steady the younger.

"Ready?" Bakura asked, pressing his nose into the curve of Ryou's neck.

"Ready." Ryou confirmed.

"Now make sure you follow through, I'd hate to lose one of my knives because you have bad aim." Bakura said in a throaty voice.

Once again he was surprised. But this time it was at Ryou's accuracy.

"I did it." the hikari giggled happily, all remnants of grief and sadness gone.

"Again?"

"Yup." Ryou confirmed, grabbing another knife from the pile.

Once again Bakura stood close to the line of Ryou's body as he could get. This time he took advantage of the closeness and inhaled the scent of his little hikari's hair. Coconuts. Bakura smiled, my little hikari does seem to love his feminine shampoos.

Once again Ryou hit his target dead on, this time Bakura congratulated him with a chaste peck on the lips.

After throwing a few more knives Ryou had went back to the porch swing and lay down to watch Bakura. But soon he was asleep and Bakura grew tired with his game. So the yami went and pulled his knives from the tree and set them in the sink. Then he went back outside to collect his sleeping hikari.

He carried Ryou upstairs 'bridal style' and nestled him between the sheets. As he turned to go to his own room a small coo brought him back to the bedside.

Ryou's eyes were once more wide and filled with some unknown pain. "'Kura, will you sleep in here tonight?" when Bakura said nothing he rushed on "It's just that I don't... I just don't want to be alone tonight."

A small smile graced Bakura's lips as he silenced Ryou with a kiss. This one was not the peck he had given outside; this was full of heat and promise. The younger moaned as the elder's tongue breached the seam of his lips and began to explore his mouth. "Kura." he moaned, arching into the yami's heat.

They broke apart breathless but Bakura knew that that was as far as he was gonna get, atleast for the time being. The stripped to his boxers and crawled in to spoon Ryou's paler body with his own.

End Flashback

And from that night on Bakura had slept in Ryou's bed. While they had shared kisses since none had led to anything more. And Bakura would not force him. There were alot of things that he could do to destroy his hikari's affection for him but if wasn't gonna be over sex. Death, mayhem and destruction maybe, but not sex.

But just because Bakura wasn't gonna force him doesn't mean he couldn't be annoyed as hell. Speaking of sex, Ryou lay back down and curled into Bakura's chest, his pale hand forming a tight fist on his dark's abdomen forcing said dark to contract one hell of a hard on. It's gonna be a-long-fucking night, Bakura thought sullenly as Ryou's soft breath evened out and the warmth of it famed across the yami's chest.

Meanwhile in another bed only about a ten minute drive away Yugi and Yami lay in the same position, except both of them were nude and satisfied.

"I'm worried about Ryou." Yugi stated with a yawn.

"Why?" Yami asked, still basking in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

"Because he's all alone in that house with Bakura."

"So?" Yami still wasn't getting it.

"Well, you know Bakura, he's no the most stable guy any of us have ever met."

"True."

"What if he hurts Ryou?"

"Aibou, I don't think it's any of our business whether or not they like blood in the bedroom."

At this point Yugi realized that Yami was missing the point on purpose. "Cut that out! I'm trying to be serious."

"I know. But your just so cute when your flustered." Yami said, smiling into Yugi's tricolored hair.

"I'm worried."

"Well, don't be... Go to sleep Aibou and we'll worry about it all tomorrow." Yami muttered, his own eyelids growing heavy.

"I love you Yami." Yugi whispered.

"Love you too Aibou."

And with that the two slipped off into blissful dreams.

A/N: Alright, now take into consideration that I wrote this at 3 in the bloody morning and that this is my first real shot at Bakura/Ryou and then review me.