I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein nor any of the companies making jet ski water craft.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facts of life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A RYOU/BAKURA LEMON**

“indicates normal speech of course”
{Yugi’s thoughts either to himself or Yami
{{Yami’s thought’s either to himself or Yugi}}
[ Ryou’s thoughts to himself or Bakura]
[[Bakura’s thoughts to himself or to Ryou]]
Dream sequences

*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’

MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 11

Amara blew her hair out of her eyes for the umpteenth time. Slender fingers brushed across her forehead, tucking the stray strands behind her ear. She smiled thankfully at Seto then bent down to dig a shell from the sand.

‘She is so fascinated by the most trivial things.’ He watched her rinse the shell in the water, rubbing her finger over a stubborn dark staBeinBeing with her made him feel...human. ‘She’s remarkable. Do I deserve someone like her in my life?’

“Penny for you thoughts.”

He brushed her hair aside again, “You,” his hand lingered on her cheek. He adored the pink tinge that crept across her nose. He’d never noticed the pale freckles on her face before.

Feeling self conscious under his gaze, Amara turned to the water. “It’s lovely here, I’m glad I got the chance to see it.” Seto said nothing.

They continued their walk, with Amara gathering shells, and other interesting bits of flotsam. She squeaked in surprise when Seto suddenly swept her up.

“Jellyfish,” he pointed to three gelatinous blobs right where she would have stepped. “They have a painful sting, and poisonous, depending on the species.”

“Thank you.” When he set her back down, Amara let her hand slip down Seto’s arm and took his. She held him lightly so he could pull away if the contact became uncomfortable.

He searched her face for a moment then started back down the beach. His grip gentle but firm on her hand. When they reached the gazebo, Amara went to inspect some unusual flowers surrounding it. Seto smirked, seeing the pile of blankets lying on the floor.

“You never told me if you knew how to dance,” Amara sat beside him, toying with a tiny pink blossom.

“My father required I learn so I could dance with his business associate’s daughters and wives. He felt it to be a useful business tool.”

Seto had long since mastered the art of masking his emotions from everyone, including himself. Yet there were subtleties one could pick up if he or she knew him well enough. Amara noticed his now tense posture and the slight tightening of his jaw. From the bits and pieces she had picked up, Seto’s adoptive father had been anything but loving to the young man, and his requests were most likely veiled threats.

“Dance with me.”

He blinked, “You’re not serious?”

She nodded, “Dance with me.” She stood up, holding out her hand, “Come on, just you and me. Let’s dance.”

He blinked at her, “There’s no music.”

Amara snorted and rolled her eyes, “Use your ears, there’s music everywhere. The water, the wind, it’s all music when you use your imagination.”

They started off somewhat clumsily, but when Amara began to softly hum a well know waltz, their movements became fluid. They twirled around the small space, lost in the movements, and each other, as if they hadn’t a care in the world.

Seto would never have dreamed he would be dancing in a gazebo, at the beach, with no music, holding a girl he had known for less than a month. But here he was, and he loved it.

He stopped, bringing her flush against him. He bent down, pausing a brief second then kissed her softly. He pulled back slightly then kissed her again, passionately.

Amara whimpered slightly at his intensity. Placing her hands on his waist, she leaned against his body, parting her lips to his gently demanding request. She gave herself over to him completely, surrendering to his dominance.

Seto held her close after they broke apart, resting his cheek against her hair. “Thank you for the dance,” he murmured.

“You seemed to enjoy it.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “The only one I have for a long time.”

Amara snuggled into his arms, “I guess we’d better get back. I’d hate to think what Joey and Tristan would do to Kira if she gets too fussy.”

“Those two probably have her stripping the van with switchblades.”

“They aren’t that bad, but I wouldn’t put it past them to put coffee in her bottle.”

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When they retd, Bd, Bakura was sitting in the shade of a large palm tree, cuddling Ryou. He frowned at Amara’s wet skirt and mussed hair then grinned, seeing Seto carrying an armful of blankets.

“I know what you did,” he sing-songed.

“Why don’t you demonstrate and I’ll let you know if you’re right,” Seto smirked.

The two white haired teens stared at the CEO’s back wide eyed. “Whatever’s gotten into him seems to be doing him some good.”

“I think it may have more to do with whatever he’s gotten into, or rather who,” Bakura went back to trying to rid his protesting hikari of his clothes. “His idea sounds good though.” He gave up on trying to remove Ryou’s shirt in one piece and ripped it from his slim body, “How about I get something into you?”

“Yami, we’re outside and in sand,” he was beginning to squirm from his dark’s expert touch.

“Good thing I grew up in Egypt.” Living up to his reputation, Bakura had snuck a hand inside Ryou’s trunks and was lightly stroking him.

“That was a long time ago, you may have forgotten a few things,” Ryou pushed up into Bakura’s hand.

“You doubt the king of thieves, little hikari?” Bakura whispered huskily. “Let me show you how well I remember.”

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“Looky there,” Joey pointed to the couple walking through the door. “There’s mommy, now Uncle Joey can go pla the the water.”

“You may want to wait a bit,” Amara took Kira from the blond.

“Why?”

Bakura is ...releasing some stress.”

“You mean he’s fucking Ryou in public again.”

Amara looked from Joey to Seto and back. “Again?”

“Yeah, they did that right after you guys left.”

“No wonder Ryou walks odd all the time lately,” Seto muttered.

Amara looked around, “Tristan upstairs?” A loud banging started on the upper level. “What the hell is that?” She looked at Seto concerned.

Joey jumped on the sofa, annoyed at being stuck in the house. “Tris went for a walk. Said he had some stuff on his mind, and that’s Yami, playing alarm clock.”

Seto and Amara both gave him a look that said, ‘I don’t want to know.’ They heard stomping and a very angry voice shouting, “Some of us are trying to sleep around here!”

Mokuba came downstairs, rubbing his eyes and went straight to his brother, “Can you glue all their zippers shut?”

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Having finally been able to change into her swimsuit, Amara was gathg whg what she needed to take Kira outside. Looking for her sunscreen, she walked in on a heated conversation between the two Kaiba brothers.

“Seto, why not?” Mokuba was standing between his brother and the refrigerator, hands on his hips, and glaring, looking very much like his older sibling.

Seto was massaging his forehead as if he had a major headache, “Mokuba, you do not need an earring.”

“I don’t NEED a lot of things but I got ‘em.” Seto sighed and stared at his little brother, who held his icy gaze and stared right back. “Lots of people have piercings. Yami has an earring and Yugi too. Marik has both ears done. Ryou has his navel pierced. Bakura has his tongue pierced and...”

“STOP!” Seto held up a hand, “I do not need to know what other body parts he has jewelry in.”

Mokuba gave his brother an odd look, “I was going to say Amara has her ears pierced.”

“Leave me out of this.”

Seto watched her as she rummaged through cabinets, “Actually, I would like you opinion.”

“Seriously?” she was surprised to say the least.

“Yes.”

She hopped up on a counter and pulled a knee up to rest her chin on. “I think Mokuba is old enough to know what he wants. He’s very mature for his age, and you have done a good job of teaching him what is appropriate and what isn’t. He respects you and wants to make you proud. But he has money, and if he wants it bad enough, he has the means to go out and do it without your knowledge or permission. You then take the risk of him going to a place that’s unsanitary and he gets an infection, or has a friend do it with a needle dipped in alcohol and an ice cube to numb the area. With your consent, he goes to a reputable place and gets it done right.”

Leaning against the table, arms crossed, Seto stared at the floor, considering what Amara had said. She had a point, several in fact. He looked up at Mokuba. He was no longer a small boy his older brother had to protect from the evils of the world. His brother was well aware of those.

“You may get an earring.”

Mokuba whooped and bear hugged his brother, “You know you can come with me and get one too, Seto.” He missed his brother’s shocked look when he pulled Amara off the counter and hugged her. “I gotta go tell everyone.”

Amara watched Mokuba running across the beach, excited to spread the good news. Grinning at Seto, she opened the refrigerator, “So you didn’t want to know if Bakura has any intimate body parts pierced?”

“No.” Seto started to leave but stopped at the door, “What do you mean by intimate body parts?” A hot dog popped up over the top of the refrigerator door and waggled at him. “I did not need to see that.”

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Yugi and Amara were walking down the beach in search ofstanstan. He had been gone since early this morning; it was now past lunch. No one was really concerned he was hurt; the muscular brunet could easily take care of himself, but he had been quieter than usual the last few days.

The spiky haired teen was trying hard not to give in to fits of laughter. Before they left, Joey had brought the subject of what to fix for lunch. Bakura, with a glint in his eye had suggested chili dogs. That in turn had started Mokuba giggling, saying he wanted anything but oysters. Seto had done well keeping his composure until Yugi had suggested meatball subs, neglecting to say the word meat. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except the CEO had had a mouthful of tea at the time.

Amara came to the conclusion that her friends were all perverts with very warped minds and none of them had the ability to keep their drinks in their mouths. That had wicked potential which she fully intended to exploit.

“There he is,” Yugi broke into a run, heading for the gazebo.

“Hey handsome,” she greeted, taking a seat. Her smile fell, seeing the sad look on the young man’s face. “What’s wrong, Tristan?”

He sighed and shrugged.

Amara had had enough of stubborn men, and wanted to shake the brunet. Yugi shook his head when he saw her frowning. With a knowing smirk, he hopped off the bench and wormed his way into Tristan’s lap. His violet eyes were watery and wide. “Please, Tristan. Talk to us,” his voice had the slightest quaver in it.

‘He has to have a switch to turn that on and off,’ Amara couldn’t believe the transformation that had happened right before her eyes. ‘He is about as innocent as Bakura.’

Tristan held Yugi loosely, resting their heads together and looked at Amara, “I’m in love with Joey.”

Amara scratched her head, “What’s the problem? Aren’t you guys already together?”

He shook his head, “Not anything solid, we’re really close friends though.”

“So, tell him.”

“It’s not that easy. I don’t want to wreck what we have; he may not feel the same for me.”

Yugi pulled back to look at the brunet, “Joey would never stop being friends with you, Tristan. He’s not like that.”

Tristan was quiet for a bit, “I can’t let my family know about me either.”

That comment seemed to surprise Yugi, “You mean your family doesn’t know you’re gay?”

“No.”

“You don’t think they would accept it?” Amara asked gently.

“Oh, they can accept it in other people, just not me, not in a million years,” he said bitterly, leaningk onk on the bench. “Being gay doesn’t fit into my dad’s ideal of a real man. And my mom is disappointed in me enough as it is for not being a girl.”

‘I guess no one has it all that good,’ Amara thought. “I’m not going to pry, but I’m not going to let you sit here feeling alone either.” She pulled him into a hug that was warmly returned. “Remember you have us if you need anything. A hug, an ear, a bed, anything.”

“Someone in the middle here!” Yugi squeaked out.

Chuckling, they broke apart, letting their diminutive friend breath. “I guess they have lunch fixed by now, let’s go see what it is,” Yugi grinned. “I wonder if they made chili dogs or if Ryou made one of his famous thick, white cream soups.”

“Gods Yugi, get your mind out of the gutter.”

“You’re the one who said it, Amara. I just commented on what was for lunch.” His innocent act was marred by the look in his eye, “So whose mind is thinking dirty thoughts?”

Tristan looked at the two very much confused, “Why do I get the feeling I’m missing something?”

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Ryou came in from his swim, feeling much better. Certain parts of his body were somewhat sore from his earlier ‘exercise’ and he hoped a swim would work the aches out. He stopped just out of the water’s reach, wringing the excess from his hair. He thought nothing of the man coming his way.

He stopped beside Ryou with a warm smile, “Nice day for a swim.” The man lit a cigarette, being sure to stand downwind of the white haired boy so the smoke was blown away from him.

“Yes,” Ryou didn’t feel threatened by him, and he felt he would detect something if the man meant him harm. “My friends and I came for one last party before school starts.”

“I remember those days, none too fondly either,” he chuckled, tossing his half finished smoke to the sand. “Cute little baby you got there. I guess her mom will be attending school with the rest of you, huh?”

“I’m not her father,” Ryou blushed at the thought. “Her mother most likely will not be attending though.”

“I guess single parents need to work more than school,” he put a stick of gum in his mouth. “You know if she’s got a job?”

“No, why?” Ryou was starting to get a bit suspicious of all the personal questions the stranger was asking about Amara.

The stranger shrugged, “No reason really, I own a restaurant in downtown Domino, near the Kaiba Corp building and I am always looking for responsible girls to work for me. They can be trusted not to lead on those fat cats but still make them feel special by having the undivided attention of a pretty girl.”

“Give me the name of your restaurant and I’ll pass it along,” Ryou turned to go.

The man snatched his arm yanking him back. “You don’t get it kid,” he hissed. “I want the brat and I want her now. Where are they?”

The guy’s nails dug into Ryou’s arm, he felt one pierce his skin. He opened his mind link, [Bakura, help!] Impatient for an answer, the man slapped him, hard.

Ryou rolled his head with the impact; he had learned how to take a punch without too much damage from his dark, not so long ago.

He saw Bakura running from the house just as the man drew back for a second strike, “YAMI!”

Seeing the snarling, enraged fiend heading his way, the man ran for the Jet Ski floating close to shore as if the hounds of Hell were snapping at his heels.

Bakura raced past Ryou, determined to kill the one who dared touch what was his. Before he could dive in the water, Amara grabbed his arm, none too gently. “No! He’s done gone, and Ryou needs you.”

He whipped around, snarling. Heart pounding, Amara stood her ground before the maddened spirit.

Calming slightly, Bakura pulled out of her grip and returned to his hikari, taking him back inside the beach house.

Amara watched them go, after a brief glance to the fleeing attacker; she walked over to the group. “I’ve seen that guy here every day. He wore a ball cap and had a skull earring.”

“Ryou said he was asking about you and Kira, and he was after Kira.” Fear gripped her at Joey’s words.

“You will now have two guards with you at all times,” Seto turned her to look at him. “This is proof someone is after the two of you.” She nodded, numbly.

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Bakura was pacing the beach like a caged lion. He threw his head back and howled his rage into the night.

The group in the house was crowded around the door, watching. Amara stepped outside, “I’ll go talk to him.”

“Amara,” Yami stopped her. “He’s insane with rage.”

“I know he’s dangerous in the state he’s in now, but there are only two people who can calm him, and Ryou is sleeping.” She turned to Seto, “I’ll be fine. He won’t hurt me.”

As she walked towards the spirit, Seto wished he could be as certain as she was.

“Bakura.” She stopped several feet from the pacing thief.

“YOU! You did this! You made me weak!” he screamed.

“What did I do?” Amara knew he needed to vent and she was prepared to let him yell and scream at her as much as he needed. She just had to get him going.

“You told me to love him. It would make me stronger. And I do! DAMN YOU! I DO!” He roared again then continued his pacing. “I could have killed that bastard if I hadn’t listened to you.”

“Then stop loving him,” she said softly.

“RA DAMN IT TO HELL!! I CAN’T!!” He turned on her snarling, “I tried and I can’t. I love him. I love you. I love that baby of yours. I love every one of those Ra forsaken weak ass mortals in there,” he jabbed a finger at the beach house, “I even care what happens to that damned PHARAOH!”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“How can I chase down a damned enemy if I’m worried about injured mortals!? That fucker can come back and hurt my light because I LISTENED TO YOU!!”

“Welcome back to life Bakura and he was after me not Ryou.”

The spirit stopped rampaging and stared at her, “What the hell do you mean welcome back to life?”

“Life is about choices the dead have no concern for. The choices we make determine how we live. You made a choice, and by doing so you created a new life for yourself. You chose a life with Ryou, and all that goes with it,” she moved closer to the white haired man, taking his arm. “Loving and hating demand everything from us. You can’t feel either of those emotions half way. You chose to love Ryou, not to hate yourself. It’s hard, I know, but worth it. When you see this guy again, he’s dead and we all know it, even him. Have patience, brother.”

Bakura’s breath was ragged and fast, but his rage had diminished, “What do I do now? Where is my revenge?”

“You’ll get it. For now, go to Ryou and love him, because not everything you’re feeling is anger. You were afraid he’d be hurt and some of that still lingers.” She smiled at the glare the thief shot her way, “You know I’m right. Go, reassure yourself he’s fine. It’ll do him some good too.”

Bakura sighed, “Little sister, I’m...”

“No, you had every right to rage and who better than family to rage at?” she turned, pointing to the beach house, “Family is not just the people you are born into but the people who are connected to your heart. That house holds your family.”

“It’s been a long time since I had one.”

thi this one loves you very much.”

Amara slid her arm around Bakura’s waist gently tugging, “Let’s get you back before your lover wakes up. He’ll freak if you aren’t there.” Arms around each other, they walked back to the house, Bakura going straight to his light.

“What did you do?” Yami asked, astonished by the thief’s calm.

She smiled, “I just reminded him of a few things.”

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Bakura stood in the doorway of the room he shared with his light. Ryou lay curled up on the bed, looking very much like a child frightened of monsters in the dark. He sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake its occupant. He gently pushed the hair back from Ryou’s face. “I’m sorry I let you be hurt, beloved. Forgive me.”

Ryou stirred, “There is nothing to forgive, love.” He took Bakura’s hand and kissed his palm.

“Do you want something to eat?” He shook his head. “You need to eat, hikari. You are too damn skinny.” Bakura ran a finger down Ryou’s side, making him giggle.

He scooted back on the bed and pulled Ryou onto his lap, “What do I do to ease your fear, little one?”

Ryou didn’t hesitate, “Bakura, can I...would you...let me make love to you?”

The spirit tensed, “Ryou, I...”

“Never mind,” his sad voice barely a whisper.

Bakura closed his eyes, hugging his lover tighter. He hated to hear Ryou’s beautiful voice sound like that. His lover deserved an explanation.

“Ryou, I will let you take me, but first hear me out.” Ryou tried to sit up, only to be pulled back against the strong chest. “I haven’t submitted to anyone since I was a child.”

Ryou wasn’t quite sure he had heard Bakura correctly, “Child?”

“Yes, child. When my village was destroyed and I was forced to fend for myself, I wasn’t as skilled a thief as I am today. I was caught many times by merchants. They were supposed to turn me over to the Pharaoh’s guards for punishment, but rarely did. I was a remarkable child, small with rare white hair. They found other ways for me to pay for what I took. Several times they caught me without my having done anything wrong and forced me.”

Ryou held his yami close, “You mean, you were raped?”

“Yes. Up until that first time I thought it was something only fathers did to their sons.” He felt hot tears drip onto his shirt. “Do not cry, angel. It was a long time ago.”

“No one should have to suffer that kind of pain.”

Bakura kissed the top of Ryou’s head before continuing, “The few times I was turned over to the guards, they had me too, for the same reasons as the merchants. They would set me free and tell me to be caught again.” He lifted Ryou up, wiping the tear streaks. “It is not that I do not wish to submit to you, beloved, but that I ...” he took a shuddering breath.

“I would never hurt you, yami,” Ryou interrupted.

“I know,” he gave his light a tender kiss. “You are too weak to hurt me.”

Ryou didn’t miss the teasing tone in his dark’s voice, and smiled. “I just want to share with you how you make me feel. You have given me everything I ever longed for. I want to give to you also.” Bakura opened his end of the mind link; letting everything he felt flow to his light. In return, he felt the love, trust and desire Ryou felt for him.

[[I submit only to you, beloved.]]

“If I make you uncomfortable in any way, yami, tell me and I will stop.”

Ryou gently pushed his yami’s arms from around his body. He lifted the hem of Bakura’s shirt, stopping at mid-stomach. Bakura gave him a small nod to continue, lifting his arms to assist his lover.

He ran his hands shyly, almost reverently, over Bakura’s chest. “You are so beautiful, yami, like the statues of the Greek gods,” he traced the hard lines of pects and abs, “You are perfect.”

Bakura felt Ryou’s honesty through the link as well as heard it in his voice. “No one has ever said that to me, and meant it.”

“I’d never lie to you. I mean every word,” he slid his hands up muscled arms, “Thank you for letting me touch you.”

The spirit leaned back against the headboard, eyes closed, enjoying his light’s soft caresses. [[How could I have ever hurt this gentle angel?]]

[It is forgiven, love.] Ryou chuckled mentally, [Our link is wide open you know.]

[[I’m sorry.]]

[It is forgiven.]

Bakura opened his eyes in time to see his light lean in and claim his lips. He opened his mouth immediately, surprising the smaller boy. Ryou recovered quickly and searched out every secret of his yami’s velvet cave.

[[He is so gentle, like the early morning breezes of the oasis.]]

[Appreciation, love, a desire to see the beauty described.] Ryou attached himself to the base of Bakura’s neck, nipping lightly, and sucking hard.

Bakura smirked; he was not easy to bruise, unlike his aibou. He doubted Ryou would leave a mark of any kind, but Ra, it felt good having him try.

Ryou sat back, surveying his handiwork, “Now you are mine.”

He quirked an eyebrow, perhaps he had underestimated his little lover. He moaned as wet heat encased his nipple; oh yes, he had most definitely underestimated his hikari.

He ran his fingers through Ryou’s long silky locks and tugged his shirt up. [[You are overdressed.]]

[I am in charge at the moment,] he lightly bit the tiny nub in his mouth to emphasize his point. [But I will concede you this one point.] He shimmied out of his shirt, shaking his hair out around his shoulders.

Bakura groaned, the squirming hips of his hikari felt indescribably wonderful to his constricted manhood, and the seductive way his hair fell around his face didn’t help matters either.

After tossing his shirt somewhere behind him, Ryou turned his attention to his dark’s other nipple, while pressing their hips together. Bakura’s moans of pleasure sent spikes of raw lust through the hikari and he was determined to hear them repeatedly.

He slid lower on his yami’s body, making certain to keep constant friction on the bulge in his pants. He flicked his tongue in Bakura’s navel, feeling quite smug, hearing the keening sound coming from his lover. He opened the button of Bakura’s shorts and slowly pulled the zipper down, teasing his dark.

Bakura’s fists were clenched in the sheets, his eyes were tightly closed, he was biting his lower lip and his breathing was fast and ragged.

[Problems, yami?] He heard the thief growl low in his throat.

[[You are supposed to be the innocent, where in Hell’s name did you learn to do this?]]

[From you.] Ryou licked along the outer edge of Bakura’s ear then sucked at the soft lobe.

[[Ra! You are going to kill me.]]

[I hope not, I haven’t even gotten started.]

Ryou fought the stubborn fabric off Bakura’s hips, past his knees, and using his foot, pushed them off his legs into the floor. He turned to the side and brushed his clothed hip against his yami’s aching manhood, making his lover cry out.

“Dammit Ryou,” he yanked the smaller boy down into a bruising kiss, releasing him only when air became a physical demand.

Free of his yami’s grip, Ryou jumped from the bed, staring at Bakura and panting. Bakura felt terrible; his passions made him momentarily lose control. He reached for Ryou wanting to apologize. Ryou held his hand up, shaking his finger back and forth. He slowly pushed down one side of his shorts then the other until they were low on his hips.

Bakura sensed his aggression had aroused his lover rather than scared him. He leaned back and began to stroke himself while watching Ryou’s little show. He was taken aback when Ryou slapped his arm away, none too gently, and... snarled??... at him.

Satisfied his dark would behave now; Ryou pulled the front of his shorts out and eased the waistband over the head of his erection. He stroked himself lightly through the fabric before sliding it down. He threw his back moaning loudly at the sensation. Once past his knees, he let the clothing fall to the floor and crawled back onto the bed, lying fully atop his dark, kissing him hungrily.

[[You have been taking lessons from little sister.]] Bakura wrapped his legs over Ryou’s and thrust up. [[Take more.]] He flooded the link with everything Ryou’s dance had made him feel.

Ryou was quite pleased with himself. “Where’s the lube?”

“Top dresser drawer.”

Ryou opened the drawer and nearly laughed out loud. “Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, banana, and pineapple?” He kept one tube, tossing the others over his shoulder back into the drawer.

“Which one did you get?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” He lay beside his dark and squeezed a generous amount into his hand, making sure Bakura saw what he was doing.

[Are you ready, yami?]

[[I trust you, angel.]]

Ryou kissed Bakura deeply as he circled a slick fingertip over his entrance. Bakura tensed as he slid the digit inside. [It’s me Bakura.]

[[I know, beloved. None of the others ever bothered.]]

He held still, letting Bakura geed ted to the feeling before working his finger in and out, stretching the protective ring.

“Hikari,” Bakura moaned, wrapping his arms around Ryou’s neck, bringing him down for a kiss.

Taking advantage of his dark’s distraction, Ryou slipped in a second finger. He continued the familiar in and out motion before scissoring his fingers. Bakura began to squirm beneath him.

“Am I hurting you, love?”

“No beloved, it feels very good.”

Ryou crooked his fingers and lightly bumped Bakura’s prostate, [Bet that felt better.] He did it again.

Bakura’s vision went white and his entire body felt as if a wildfire had raced through him, settling to burn between his legs. He couldn’t stop the whimpers that escaped him.

Ryou added the last finger. Bakura bucked up, welcoming the intrusion. After pleasuring his yami to near mindlessness, Ryou slowly withdrew his hand, feeling Bakura’s body clamp down on him.

“Naughty, yami,” Ryou murmured seductively. “Release me and I’ll replace my fingers with something so much better.” With a moan, Bakura released his hikari, watching through half lidded eyes as he spread the cool gel over his erection.

Ryou positioned himself at his yami’s entrance, “Bakura, love. Look at me as I enter you.” He sent all the love he felt to his yami.

Bakura nodded, his body shuddering in anticipation, want, and some fear. He sent his trust to Ryou, along with his apprehension.

“Rel Ryo Ryou whispered, tenderly kissing his white haired lover.

He slowly entered the tight channel, soon stopping to withdraw then gently push back in going deeper. He continued the process until he was fully inside the silky heat of his dark’s body. Ryou fought against his body’s need to release into the tightness surrounding his throbbing shaft. The sensation was nearly his undoing.

Bakura fought the urge to scream, choosing instead to groan loudly. His lover filled him completely, hard and pulsing inside his body. They both had the same thought [[[Is this how I make him feel?]]]

Bakura became impatient and pushed up against his lover. Taking the hint, Ryou slowly withdrew from the sweet warmth until only the head of his length remained then pushed back in equally slow. He continued the actions as slowly as he possibly could.

Bakura stroked every inch of pale skin he could reach. He brought his hands to rest on slim shoulders, gripping tightly. The sensation of near abandonment only to be filled anew was infuriating to the spirit. Yet at the same time he was in ultimate ecstasy. He pulled his lover down, kissing him fiercely.

Ryou angled his thrusts, to brush against Bakura’s prostate with every penetration; he pressed harder into his lover but still at the slow steady pace he had established. Balancing on one arm, he stroked up Bakura side, stopping to lightly pinch a hard brown nub.

Bakura arced up, yelping in surprise. “Faster,” he growled thrusting up to meis lis lover.

Ryou happily complied, increasing his pace. Turned on by his yami’s moaning, and encouraged by his bucking, Ryou was soon slamming into the compliant body beneath him.

Bakura was gripping Ryou so tightly his nails dug into the tender flesh, “Harder, angel! Gods! More!” Slender fingers wrapped around his rigid shaft, pumping him in time with the thrusts into his body.

A loud, continuous growl rumbled from deep within the spirit’s chest. He thrust harder and faster into his light’s hand, slapping their bodies together at a furious pace. The fire burning low in his stomach erupted; he came hard and fast, splattering their chests.

Ryou’s scream mingled with the roar from his yami. He collapsed on his lover, fighting to remain conscious. It took several minutes for the two white haired lovers to return to some form of normalcy.

Ryou rest his head over his lover’s heart, letting the steady rhythm lull him to sleep. He snapped fully awake at the emotions coming from his yami.

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“Love, are you alright?”

A soft sob escaped the yami as he crushed his lover to him, “Thank you, beloved.”

Ryou tried to withdraw from his lover, but Bakura refused to release him. “Bakura?”

“Stay.”

“It will get uncomfortable for you, yami.” Feeling Bakura loosen his hold, he eased himself from his lover’s body, settling back on his chest. “What’s wrong?”

“I never knew it could feel so good, before there was only pain.”

“I love you, yami. It always feels good when the person you are with loves you, and you love them.”

Ryou wasn’t sure of what he was seeing. He reached out, brushing his fingertips over Bakura’s cheek. They came away wet. He had never seen Bakura cry; the thief had often bragged he no longer could.

[[Only for you, angel.]]

Ryou snuggled against Bakura, sending him love and security. [I guess I’ve touched your heart.]

[Not just touched it, you have shattered the walls around it and now live within.]

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“Report.”

“Sir, both attempts to gain information on the girl’s schedule have failed, along with the attempt to get close to her as well.”

The darkest shadows began to swirl around the man by the window.

“Get out!”

The shadows swallowed him. A high pitched scream emanated from the depths of the dark mass.

The servant yanked the door open, racing down the hall. The screams had reached a level he would have thought far beyond the human vocal abilities.

He burst through the hallway door, slamming it closed, bracit wit with his body.

The screams followed him.

It sounded like his boss was dying. Or wished he already had.


TBC

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