Happy Ending

Disclaimer: The usual. The song is My Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne.
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Ryou Bakura had always viewed himself as nondescript, not exactly normal, but not astounding, atleast not the way he wished to be. Peering into the mirror, he stared down his own lackluster brown eyes, the way his hair hung around his shoulders and slightly curled at the ends in different directions. He’d never known love. Never. The only thing that caught a person’s eye about him was the weird color of his snow-white hair, the paleness of his skin. There was nothing special about him, but for the oddity he was, and that was far from special to him. His looks didn’t attract many.

//Let’s talk this over…
It’s not like we’re dead…
Was it something I did…
Was it something you said…//

No suitors, no lovers, no beaus, no boyfriends. Not that he expected it, really. He was weak, boring looking with an affinity for books and good grades. No one really paid attention to him. But that was normal. It was as normal as he was not. That was why he was so very surprised when his yami gave him the first look he’d ever seen directed at himself. A look that told him of perfect lust. It was a dangerous look, one that felt like it was going to tear him down, set him aflame. He knew his cheeks were burning cherry red as he tried to meet that look.
He never expected for Bakura to even ask him on that date, he hadn’t.

//Don’t leave me hangin’…
In a city so dead…
Held up so high…
On such a breakable thread…//

A slight smile lit his lips when he’d accepted, and they made plans to go out together to the movies. Ryou never thought it’d be him beside Bakura, holding his hand, feeling the other’s breath against his ear as the elder boy leaned closer to whisper jokes or jeering remarks aimed at the people around him, or the movie, into his ear. All of it was so perfect, and after the movie, they’d stumbled to Baskin and Robins to get ice-cream. It was so great, Ryou’s first date had gone off without a hitch. Gripping the tanned hand in his own, so different from his, he stroked his fingertips along the scar that lined Bakura’s cheek.

//You were all the things I thought I knew…
And I thought we could be…
You were everything, everything…
That I wanted…//

Ever since his yami acquired his own body, he’d been looking more and more like his past self, tanned, muscular, with the odd scar that Ryou’d never gotten an answer for when he asked where it’d come from. Spending time with his Yami, without degrading remarks, just basking in the warmth of the other’s arms as they settled on the park bench, licking at their ice-creams and laughing together at random things, was perfect. The date came to an end before Ryou wanted it to, and he found himself on his porch, staring up at Bakura, a slight blush on his cheeks under the lamplight.

//We were meant to be, supposed to be…
But we lost it…
All of our memories so close to me…
Just fade away…
All this time you were pretending…
So much for my happy ending…//

Sure, they lived together, but the normalcy of sharing a kiss on the doorstep made them pause on the cold cement. When Bakura leaned closer, Ryou was ready, and eagerly met him half way. The kiss was awkward, but powerful. It left Ryou panting for breath, gripping Bakura’s shoulders as he fought to keep his thoughts on the kiss and just stop from falling apart completely. It was at that moment Bakura took his heart. At that moment he fell in love with his yami. It was no surprise that they stumbled into the house, wrapped around each other, kissing, touching, stroking. Each of them needing more, and each offering more than they should.

//You’ve got your dumb friends…
I know what they say…
They tell you I’m difficult…
But so are they…//

Normally, Ryou would have been nervous, unsure, unwilling to go this far after just one date. But he’d known his yami for so many years, and it just felt right. The two of them fell into bed, tangled in themselves, their clothing, and the blankets. Both fought to push the materials away, leaving them both panting and naked after a few frustrating minutes. The hands on his body, stroking his cock to hardness, drawing shy moans and whimpers from his lips drove him to the edge of sanity, and he was quick to return each touch with a delicate one of his own.

//But they don’t know me…
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me…
All the shit that you do…//

One shift of Bakura’s hips made his buck, another made him beg. Before long, his soon to be lover was asking if he had lotion, and he was pointing to the drawer, urging Bakura to get it, drawing him in for a kiss as the other took a moment to coat his fingers. Ryou’s legs were spread slightly, his body trembling and a soft gasp leaving him as Bakura’s fingers entered him. It was only moments before a second, then a third, and tears were sliding down his cheeks. It hurt so much, just the other’s fingers, and Ryou was beginning to have second thoughts about doing this, but by then it was too late.

//You were all the things I ever wanted…
And I thought we could be…
You were everything, everything…
That I wanted…//

Bakura’s fingers left his body, stroking him, soothing him as he pressed into Ryou, holding still as the boy sobbed and beat at his chest in an attempt to make the pain stop. After a moment, Ryou had tired himself out, his sobs had turned to hiccups and he was calming, stretching to accommodate his dark’s cock. Then Bakura moved...and Ryou didn’t think anything could feel so very good. He was moving against Bakura, perfectly in time with his lover as the other took his virginity, and he couldn’t help but feel more than happy at this. He was in love. He felt loved. He had what he needed.

//We were meant to be, supposed to be…
But we lost it…
All of our memories so close to me…
Just fade away…
All this time you were pretending…
So much for my happy ending…//

Bakura’s thrusts became harder, and Ryou moaned and shifted willingly, pushing back against the invading length, gripping the covers beneath his back. Sweat misted over him, his legs locked around Bakura’s waist. He was wrong when he thought it couldn’t get better, because it did, his back arched at an angle, tears spilled from his eyes as he screamed his pleasure, coating both he and Bakura’s stomachs in his seed. Soon enough, he felt Bakura follow him over the edge, but he couldn’t make himself leave the other go. His legs tightened around Bakura’s waist and his arms moved around his neck.

//It’s nice to know that you were there…
Thanks for acting like you care…
And making me feel like I was the only one…
It’s nice to know we had it all…//

Ryou’s eyes drifted closed, his fingers gently sliding through Bakura’s sweat dampened hair. The other nuzzled close, shifting and pulling out of Ryou’s sensitive body. Blankets were pulled over slowly chilling skin, a mess forgotten for the moment while Ryou snuggled his lover close and smiled weakly, “I love you, Bakura..” He whispered softly against the sensitive skin of Bakura’s neck, too tired to stay awake and hear the answer he was sure to be given. The night passed slowly for Ryou as he slept, lost in that space between consciousness and sleep.

//Thanks for watching as I fall…
And letting me know we were done…
You were everything, everything…
That I wanted…
We were meant to be, supposed to be…
But we lost it…
All of our memories so close to me…
Just fade away…
All this time you were pretending…
So much for my happy ending…//

Harshly jerked from sleep at the sudden loss of body heat, Ryou watched Bakura get up and began to dress, a gentle frown lit his lips and he turned gently to peer at his love, “..Kura?” He asked softly, droozily as he watched the other dress, “Where are you going..?” Bakura’s response was a dark sneer, russet eyes set on the ones that shone love and confusion, “You were a nice screw…” And then he was gone.

//You were everything, everything…
That I wanted…
We were meant to be, supposed to be…
But we lost it…
All of the memories so close to me…
Just fade away…
All this time you were pretending…
So much for my happy ending…//

Ryou’s brown eyes widened, ones that had sparkled so beautifully. His cheeks, which had been tinged with a beauty of a pale blush, lost their color. Soon, the lackluster color of his eyes returned. Tears slid down his cheeks as he stared at the empty doorway, confused and heartbroken.

//So much for my happy ending…
So much for my happy ending…//

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Was in a mood...my poor muses suffered for it.

Review and make me happy so poor Ryou doesn't get hurt again? -Innocently brandishes a knife wielding Bakura.-