Love Lies

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Warning: Lemony Goodness! Bakura x Ryou!

Tough Love Part 2

                        Ryou nervously followed Bakura into a different soul room. A bright light
blinded Ryou temporarily as Bakura opened the door.

“Your eyes will adjust, give it a minute.” Bakura assured him.

Ryou waited, and Bakura was right. The intensity of the light slowly grew dimmer.

Ryou looked around perplexed.

“This is familiar, where are we?”

Bakura picked up a small picture frame and handed it to Ryou.

Ryou bit his lip as he looked at the picture of his deceased sister Amane. He had to swallow
back the pain as he looked at the picture.

“We’re in your soul room.”

Ryou gently set the picture down on a small table and looked up at his yami.

“Why are we here?”

Bakura smiled crookedly.

“The things in this room represent different aspects of you. For instance, take this picture of
your sister. She meant a lot to you, that’s why it’s in a gold frame.”

Ryou nodded his head.

“Alright, I understand.”

Bakura held his hand out and gestured for Ryou to have a look around.

Ryou noticed a sandbox in the corner and walked over to it. He cringed at the memory of playing
alone in that sandbox. He might have only been a small child, but he vividly remembered the
mean things the other kids used to say to him.

“Ewe! Stay away! You got cooties!”

“I don’t like you because you’re weird!”

“Why do you always smell weird? Do you pee your pants?”

“Nobody likes you cause you’re ugly!”

Even the adults in his life weren’t very accepting of him.

20;H20;Hey! Girly-boy with the stupid hair! Get out of here!”

Ryou turned away from the sand box. The pain and anguish he’d felt back than flooded his mind.
He tried to ignore it. Than he noticed a little shelf with a collection of dolls next to the sandbox.

“Hey, what are those doing here!”

Bakura just grinned as he pointed to a portion of Ryou’s soul room that was completely dark.

“How about we move past the the happy crap and take a look over here.”

Ryou looked back at the dolls for a fleeting second.

“What is all this crap supposed to prove to me?”

Bakura reached out and took Ryou’s hand. He seemed very eager to show Ryou something.

“Let’s go over there where it’s dark.”

Ryou looked at the other end of his soul room hesitantly.

“It’s so dark over there! Why Bakura?”

Bakura lead Ryou to where the darkness began.

“Touch it.” Bakura instructed.

Ryou nervously obeyed his yami.

His fingers trembled as he reached out and put his hand into the darkness. Strangely, once his
hand had entered into the darkness, he didn’t feel so sad anymore. He actually felt happy. The
dark felt good! Feelings of relief and pleasure overwhelmed his senses.

Bakura smiled down at Ryou.

“Feels ty gty good, doesn’t it.”

Ryou nodded his head.

“Yes, it does.”

Bakura tightened his grip on Ryou’s hand.

“Let’s step into the darkness. I promise I’ll stay with you and nothing bad will befall yo82218221;

Ryou looked back at the sandbox, the picture, the dolls, and many other items that brought him
pain during his life. With his hand still enveloped by the darkness, and all the pleasurable
feelings still tickling his fingertips, Ryou looked up at Bakura and nodded.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

Bakura nodded as he guided Ryou into the wall of darkness.

Once completely inside, Ryou found he couldn’t see a damned thing, but he was feeling
extremely goos despite his inability to see.

“Bakura, what’s going on? Why is it so dark?”

Bakura pulled Ryou closer to his body and hugged him close.

“Don’t be frightened. You’re eyes will adjust.”

Ryou clung to Bakura as his eyes slowly adjusted.

As the darkness parted, Ryou stared in utter shock. He and Bakura were standing in front of an
alter made of gold. There were various objects that made Ryou apprehensive laid out on it.

 Just a few feet away from the alter was a gold trunk with hieroglyphics on it. A large lock
fastened it shut. Various other strange items and furnishings decorated the room with and
ominous feeling.

“What’s all this?” Ryou ask curiously.

Bakura lead Ryou over to a wall that looked like it had blood splatters all over it.

Ryou cringed at the sight, but for some strange reason he didn’t feel scared. Infact, he still felt
overwhelmingly good.

Bakura pointed at a set of rings suspended from the ceiling.

“Ryou, do you remember seeing those leather straps on the alter?”

Ryou nodded his head.

“Go get them.”

Ryou let go of Bakura’s hand and walked to the alter to get the leather straps. The sight of the
straps made him apprehensive. Was Bakura planning on using them on him? They were as long
as a small dog collar, and about 2 inches wide. They were made of black leather and had 5 silver
spikes protruding from them.

Ryou brought the straps back to his yami and handed them to him.

Bakura shook his head.

“No Ryou.......this is still you’re soul room. I can’t do anything to you here.”

Bakura reached up for the rings and slipped his wrists into the cold metal.

“Use them to secure my wrists to these rings. I have a feeling you are about to enjoy what you
are about to do.”

Ryou cocked his head and looked at him yami strangely.

“Tie you up?”

Bakura sent a firm glare in Ryou’s direction.

“Do it, don’t ask questions.”

Ryou nodded his head and he looped the straps a few times, and fastened Bakura’s wrists
securely to the cold rings. Bakura let out a light hiss as Ryou tightened the straps.

Ryou grinned at Bakura mischievously.

“So what game are we playing here?”

Bakura turned his head and looked back at the wall stained with blood-his blood.

“That’s entirely up to you hikari. This darkness is where you cope with the tragedies in your life.
I know if you think hard enough you’ll catch on to what goes on here.”

“Alright. Let me think.......”

Ryou thought back to something in his life that was causing him pain. The mental image of Tea

squealing over Joey popped into his head. He filled with intense fear at the thought of her mouth
opening again.

Ryou remembered seeing a roll of duct tape on the alter, and connected the thought with Tea.

He ran to the alter and picked up the tape. Thoughts of Tea’s annoying mouth flooded his head.
Without realizing what he was doing, he placed a length of the silvery tape across Bakura’s
mouth.

Bakura didn’t fight him at all.

In his fury over annoying Tea, Ryou ripped off Bakura’s shirt. The Millennium Ring shined
brightly even in the darkness.

Ryou’s deep seeded frustration with Tea was pressing him to do very sexually explicit things to
his yami, without him realizing what he was doing.

***Bakura’s POV**

            Gods, have mercy! My hikari is in rare form tonight! He doesn’t remember the games
we’ve played in here, every time is like the first for him. Whenever his emotions get too much
for him to cope with, he retreats into this darkness. He created this room, though he doesn’t
realize it. It’s the part of his soul that connects him and I. The reason that he can’t get rid of me
is because he needs me to help him vent his aggressions. I have a similar room in my soul room,
except that mine is light instead of dark. Ryou never fit in with people, he was always different.
The reason he was different was because his soul was incomplete. Once the Millennium Ring
brought us together, his soul was complete. Back in Ancient Egypt, I lost the good part of my
soul when my entire village was massacred. I cared for nothing, and respected no one after that.
My soul was sealed into the Millennium Ring, and I waited there for centuries. Fate had it that
my light soul would be born into the world again, and that we would be joined again, not not
without repercussions. You see, the longtime separation caused our soul to have a permanent
gap, or scar in it. Both sides have existed separately for so many years, that they can no longer
exist peacefully as one. This scar on our soul is where we are now. This darkness leads to my
light. It’s all very complicated, so I’ve always protected Ryou from remembering what goes on
in here. Tonight that will change.

            I’m the one who gave him what he never had. Okay, so I stole everything, but it’s the
thought that counts. I stole him friends. I stole him love. I stole him power.

Looking into his eyes tonight, I see intense rage. Something must really got him fired up!

“Be gentle” I laugh as he grabs a bottle of lotus scented oil off of the alter. I know what he’s
going to do next. I hope to hell he’s bad tonight.......bad as in....heh heh.....ruthless! Fuck me
deadly little hikari!

******Normal POV******

Ryou licked his lips as he stared at Bakura.

“I’m gonna take you down”

Bakura could feel Ryou’s temperature rise as he stripped Bakura naked. This is what Bakura
loved so much about his hikari. The moment Ryou’s innocence would shatter and his pent up
anger was released. The tortures Ryou would come up with never ceased to amaze Bakura. One
would never know by looking at Ryou that deep down in his soul he had a fetish for blood and
pain. Bakura on the other hand, held a fetish for preying upon innocence. He loved the way it felt
when the two of them would meet under these pretenses. Here they did the things people
fantasized about.

Bakura’s body shuttered as Ryou bit down into his neck, drawing blood. Ryou looked up at Bakura devilishly and tore off the tape across his lips. Bakura growled from the pain.

Ryou lapped up the beads of blood on Bakura’s shoulder and licked his lips.

“So......sweet.......my yami......” he sighed as he drew his nails down Bakura’s exposed chest.

Bakura clenched his fists as he felt Ryou’s nails pierce his flesh. Nothing felt better than his
hikari showing his affections for him. Not even Marik could top the sensation. Bap>Bakura couldn’t fight Ryou off. With his arms secured above his head, he was completely
vulnerable to whatever Ryou did.

Ryou took the scented oil and coated Bakura from head to toe in the sweet scented substance.

The oil made Bakura’s pale skin glisten.

Ryou ran his hand down to Bakura’s manhood and began to stroke it slowly.

“Mmm.....take you’re time hikari........oh yes.....” Bakura moaned.

Ryou smiled up at him. If Bakura hadn’t been tied up he would have fallen to his knees. Ryou
had a certain hint of evil on his face. Bakura always grew weak when he saw that diabolic smile. It was
almost as if part of him was manifesting through Ryou. Bakura smiled at his hikari.

Ryou saw his yami smiling at him and it brought him to his knees. It was almost as if part of him
was coming out of Bakura. He could see his own eyes in Bakura’s. He loved how Bakura
looked.....so........innocent. So.......pliable. So.........needing.

Ryou latched his mouth around Bakura’s manhood without further thought.

Bakura cried out in pleasure as Ryou pleased him.

“Yes......so hot.”

Ryou stimulated Bakura until he could feel Bakura nearing release. He pulled away, eliciting a
whimper from his yami. Ryou grinned evilly up at Bakura.

“You didn’t think I’d let you go first, did you?”

Bakura bit his lip and gazed at his hikari lustfully.

“No, or course not.”

Ryou got to his feet and grinned.

“Good, because I’m not ready to stop yet.”

Bakura chuckled lightly.

“Good, because I’m not done taking this all in”

Ryou smiled wickedly.

“Oh, you’ll be taking it all in alright......yami Bakura.”

Bakura wagged his eyebrows.

“Is that a threat?”

Ryou brushed his thumb across the bundle of nerves located at the tip of Bakura’s shaft.
Bakura’s body involuntarily jerked as Ryou’s stimulated the sensitive area.

“Please Ryou” he moaned.

Ryou squeezed Bakura firmly and laughed.

“Wait here.”

Bakura waited as Ryou ran over to the alter and grabbed a few more items.

Ryou returned carrying a folding chair and portable compact disk player. He set the cd player
down and unfolded the chair a few feet in front of Bakura.

Bakura cocked his head curiously. This was something new! He wondered what his hikari was
up to!

Ryou walked in front of Bakura and pressed his body against his yami’s.

“Ooh.....yeah.” Bakura moaned as the open button of Ryou’s jeans brushed along his manhood.
Needy sensations spread like fire through his body.

Ryou looked up at Bakura with lust filled eyes.

“Does my yami like how that feels?”

Bakura nodded his head.

“Yes........more.....”

Ryou pulled his hips away and laughed.

“Alright....yami.”

Ryou took a few steps back and turned on some music.

“Ha” Bakura laughed as one of his favorite bands songs began to play. (Suck it and See by Grim
Reaper *authoress grins*)

Ryou winked at Bakura as he turned around and started swaying his hips seductively to the
music.

Bakura watched on longingly as his hikari’s slender hips swayed rhythmically in front of him.

Ryou hugged himself and slowly caressed his sides with his finger tips as the music guided his
motions.

Bakura watched as Ryou ran his hands down his body slowly. He could see Ryou was enjoying
this.

Suddenly, Ryou turned around and faced his yami. Bakura looked directly into Ryou’s sex
starved eyes.

Ryou slowly started slipping his jeans over his hips.

Bakura took a deep breath. His body was reacting without Ryou touching him.

“So hot hikari......you got nothing to hide......more......please” he pleaded.

After a couple clever moves, Ryou ridded himself of his jeans, leaving his body completely
exposed to his yami.

Bakura closed his eyes. The sight of his naked hikari was too much. He need release, and all
Ryou was doing was teasing him further.

Ryou smiled at the sight of his desperate yami.

He straddled the fold up chair and continued his seductive strip tease, sending Bakura’s senses to
their climax.

“Hikari, please......I can’t take it.” Bakura begged.

As the song came to a close, (it’s 2 minutes, 32 seconds long btw, *grin*)

Ryou shoved the chair aside and slinked around Bakura seductively. He moved behind his yami
and reached around.

Bakura breathed heavily as Ryou stroke his throbbing erection. His body quaked at the touch of
his hikari.

“Gods hikari! Fuck me!”

Ryou cleverly slid one of his hands around his yami’s oil slicked body. He pressed his middle
finger deep inside of Bakura, causing the yami to cry out.

Ryou didn’t wait for Bakura to adjust before inserting another finger. Bakura clenched his eyes
shut and bit down into his bottom lip as his entrance was invaded.

Ryou stretched his yami to accommodate him before going in with the big gun.

Bakura moaned in pleasure and pain as Ryou prepared him.

Once Ryou felt Bakura was ready, he coated his own erection with the scented lotus oil.

He guided himself to Bakura’s entrance and slowly pressed himself inside of his yami.

“Oh fuck yeah...........do it hikari!” Bakura grunted as Ryou’s manhood entered him.

Ryou waited a few seconds before moving himself within Bakura. He stroked Bakura’s
throbbing length as he pumped his hips.

Both yami and hikari growled and panted as Ryou viscously took his yami.

Bakura longed for Ryou to pound into him like this. The pain felt so good. This was the only
time when he felt whole; when he was one with Ryou.

“Yami.......gonna........come.......come for me yami!” Ryou moaned as his climax neared.

Bakura thrust himself back into his hikari’s rhythm and screamed his light’s name as he
climaxed.

The sound of his yami submitting to him pulled his release out of him violently.

“Gods yes Bakura! Aishiteru!”

Bakura’s body went limp as the last drops of his release found their way out.

Ryou collapsed forward onto his yami and held him for a few moments. His heart beat wildly as
he caught his breath.

After his heart rate steadied, Ryou released Bakura from the rings. His wrists were bloody from
the friction of the leather rubbing them raw.

He turned and took Ryou into his arms.

“Feel better hikari?”

Ryou nuzzled into Bakura’s chest.

“Much better......yami.”

Bakura ran his hand over his hikari’s damp hair and sighed.

“It’s time to leave.” He said sadly.

Ryou nodded his head without verbally responding. Both yami and hikari picked up their clothes
and dressed before walking out of the darkness.

Once they were in the light part of Ryou’s soul room, Bakura took Ryou’s hand.

“Ryou.....Normally you don’t remember the things we do back there. I’ve protected you from
recalling you’re darker es. es. I’m not going to block this encounter though. I want you to
remember.”

Ryou looked up at his yami with wide eyes.

“Why have you blocked this from me? What has made this time different?”

Bakura looked away from Ryou and started walking toward the door.

“You wanted answers Ryou.......our little session will give you the answers you seek.”

With that, Bakura’s Millennium ring began to emitting a bright light. Next thing Ryou knew, he
was back in the bathroom of his house sitting on the floor.

He got to his feet and looked in the mirror.

“Thank you........yami.”

 He smiled as he exited the bathroom, his encounter with his yami still fresh in his mind.

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Yugi prodded Yami to proceed with what he was about to say.

“What Yami?

The faint form of his yami appeared on the couch next to him. This was something only Yami
could do. Neither Marik or Bakura had the power to materialize separate from their hikari.

“Yugi......don’t freak out, okay?”

Yugi chuckled at his yami’s request.

“I promise....I won’t. What’s up?”

Yami looked at Yugi as he mustered up the nerve to tell him what was on his mind.

Last minute, he chickened out.

“Yugi......I lo...........I left the stove on! Shit!”

Yugi made a face as he got up and ran into the kitchen.

He came back laughing.

“You’re such a kidder Yami. The stove wasn’t even on!”

Yami tried to smile and go along with Yugi that it was just a gag.

“You’re right Yugi. I just wanted to lighten the mood here. After what happened last night and
all.”

Yugi sat back down next to Yami and smiled.

“No hard feelings Yami.....I just hope you’ll stop trying to run my relationships.”

Yami bit his lip. He wanted so badly to tell Yugi he loved him, but he couldn’t find the nerve to
say it.

“I’m sorry aibou. I’ll try my hardest never to do that again.”

Yugi rested his hand over the faint outline of Yami’s and smiled.

“You’re the best Yami. I can’t help but love you.”