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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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1,971
Reviews:
25
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Currently Reading:
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Confused
something – thinking
“something” – talking
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Chapter 3: Confused
Ryou’s eyes snapped open and he looked around himself. When he realized that he was still in his room in Amane’s house the boy relaxed. Ryou could tell that something changed. And it wasn’t just because Amane was on a business trip in Europe.
//What a weir dream. I can’t remember it all. But did I really feel that pain or it was just my imagination. Sis said that maybe these dreams are my memories for the last two years. I still can’t remember everything, though.//
Ryou sat up on his bed and looked from the window. It was almost noon and Bakura would be there soon. He took Ryou yesterday to a bar and they both returned home quite late. Ryou was sure that Amane wouldn’t appreciate this but Bakura didn’t listen what he was telling him. It wasn’t that Ryou would mind spend a night with the older man he just didn’t wanted to upset Amane.
With a soft smile Ryou got up from bed and changed. He couldn’t clearly understand the thrill he felt every time Bakura was somewhere around but he liked it. Since he returned from hospital or some time like that he felt oddly emotionally distanced. That change when he returned back to his sister and when he met Bakura. Everything was just different. The doorbell rang and Ryou quickly went to open.
“Hello, ‘Kura-kun!”
The white haired man clenched his teeth at this nickname as always when Ryou called him like that. With one fluent motion Bakura pined the smaller boy to wall and rested one hand next to his head so he couldn’t escape. Bakura’s lips moved to the other side of Ryou and seductively whispered into his ear.
“One day, you are gonna regret it!”
Ryou didn’t answer. Bakura could feel the younger boy’s body tensed and confusedly looked at him. Ryou’s eyes were wide open and his face paler than usual. The boy had to be terrified to no end because he had problems to breathe and it looked as if he tried to get from some kind of trans. Bakura almost panicked. He had never seen Ryou in such state and that worried him. Anything like that didn’t happened in the past and Amane never mentioned something like that.
“Hey, Ryou! Ryou, it was only joke! FUCKING HELL! Snap out of it! Come on, focus! RYOU!” the boy didn’t respond. Bakura slightly shook with his shoulders but nothing. Without thinking he did the last thing he could think about. He kissed him. Forcefully and confidently yet gently and little afraid.
Ryou woke up from his trans and with a great surprise found Bakura kissing him. He could feel the older one’s hand on his neck and the other one on the small of his back. Ryou’s body relaxed and without hesitation he returned the kiss. With trust he leant into that kiss and let the deep fear disappear.
He didn’t even think about it. There he was leaning against a wall with man he considered as a friend who was kissing him all of sudden. But that kiss was so sweet! Ryou moaned when he felt Bakura’s tongue gently encircling his mouth. Ryou didn’t need to think about it… only feel it was enough.
When they finally broke apart in desperate need for air Ryou had to lean against Bakura for support. He didn’t trust his legs or voice for that matter. Quickly, Ryou hide his face into Bakura’s chest. That awkward moment was gone when Bakura picked Ryou up in bridal style and carried him to the living room where he put him on a sofa. When the younger boy was safely settled down Bakura gently brushed hair from his face.
“Are you ok now? Fuck, you scared the shit out of me!” Ryou nodded. Bakura smirked. “You know, you are some kisser!” with satisfaction he watched his friend blushing furiously. “Just joking. You don’t have to blush like tomato because of it. What happened to you anyway? You looked like in kind of trans. I didn’t mean to scare you. Sorry about that.” His apology sounded a little bit grumpy.
Ryou finally found his voice. “You didn’t scare me, ‘Kura! It’s just that when you said that I had kind of déjà vu. I’m sure that I heard that before but I can’t remember where. And I also remember feeling pain and I know I was scared because of that. I’m sorry if I made you worry. I’m fine now.”
The other man was looking at him questionably. He couldn’t believe that somebody would hurt Ryou. That little angel who deserved to be worshiped till his death. It made Bakura furious. He placed a gentle kiss on Ryou’s forehead.
“Well, you made me worry and I hate this feeling. So you have lots to make up to me. I wasn’t sure if you aren’t ill or something. Was that the reason why you were in that freaking hospital? Your witch of sister didn’t said anything about it. I mean … if you have some medical problems or anything like that. I’m pretty sure that Amane would kill me if something happened to you while she is gone. Damn that witch!!” that last comment earned him a giggle from Ryou. For some reason it made Bakura happy. //What the hell is going on? Could it be …//
“She is not a witch, ‘Kura! Though she can be really weird sometimes!”
“Yup, I said that! She is a witch! And fucked up one too.”
“She’s not!”
“She is!
“She’s not!!
“SHE IS!”
“SHE’S N…”
Bakura kissed him again. This time passionately and hungrily. He wasn’t thinking. When he saw Ryou defending Amane and pouting like that it just look so sexy that Bakura couldn’t help himself. While he tasted the surprised boy he admitted to himself one thing. He was falling for him and he didn’t do anything to stop it. Bakura wanted to fall for him completely.
When Ryou returned the kiss with gentle shyness Bakura almost lost it. The more he knew the quiet boy the more he wanted him. Desired him and needed him. Finally all his dreams got sense. He DID fall for Ryou a long time ago. He just didn’t realize it. That’s why he couldn’t stop thinking about him. That’s why he was so happy every time he saw him.
Bakura tasted the sweetness, which was only Ryou. Something so special and unique. His hand slipped under Ryou’s shirt and touched the smooth skin while his lips left now swollen one and turned to the smooth skin on the younger one’s neck. Ryou arched his back at this. It was a great moment. And then, just when Bakura’s hand touched the boy’s waistband, everything went to hell.
“BAKURA, STOP!!”
That scream made Bakura freeze and look questionably at Ryou. The boy was all of sudden scared and crying. That sight hurt Bakura more than anything.
“Shhh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t do that. Please, stop crying.”
“No, ‘Kura! I’m sorry. I just don’t know what I’m doing. Can we leave it this time?” Ryou asked through the tears. Bakura nodded and embraced him. That boy confused him with the quick changes of his mood. He didn’t understand what could possibly happen to him that he was so easily scared. Bakura was determined to find out when Amane return from her trip. The thoughts about Ryou were floating through his mind while he was holding the boy in his arms.
//Guess, I truly screwed it up this time! //
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Amane was still in England and truth to be told she was bored out of her ass. The whole trip was boring as hell and she didn’t know why in the seven hells she was bothering with it. While she was wandering through the streets of London she let her mind wandering as well. It looks exactly like she remembered it. She almost couldn’t believe that it was already more than year since she moved to Japan. Though, she didn’t regret it.
Without noticing it she ended up in one familiar street in front of an old church. The old memories returned to her in full force. Thoughtfully, Amane touched the cross on her neck with tips of her fingers. It was so long since she was in this church. Little hesitantly she started walking toward the gate.
Nothing changed. When she walked in she could still see the same pillars supporting the roof. The very same pillars she was running around with her brother when he was only five. Amane didn’t look around her. Everything was same. Unconsciously she walked towards the cross behind the altar. When she passed the altar she saw the door. She knew who she was about to find behind. With a small sad smile she walked in.
The room wasn’t big, but it was enough for a table and four chairs. There was also wardrobe with priest’s clothes and some other stuff. In one of chairs was sitting an old man and reading news. She knew that man. She knew him very well.
“Hello, father Charles! How are you doing?”
Father Charles looked up and smiled. He looked same as well. Maybe his hair was a little bit greyer and maybe he had more wrinkles around his eyes but still there was the aura of kindness and thoughtful look in his eyes.
“Amane! I’m fine, I’m fine. You look good so I’m not going to ask about your health. Sit down so we can talk.”
Amane smiled and took a seat. Father Charles knew her well and made for her tea with a large amount of sugar. When she sipped from the oversweet drink the old priest asked.
“So what’s bothering you?”
“What’s make you think that I’m not here just because of politeness?”
“Because I know you and I know that you came here every time you are worry about something.”
Amane smiled at that. “I’m not aware of anything what could possibly bothering me. Not at this moment.” The priest shrugged.
“You don’t have to be aware about it. Sometimes people buried their worst fear deep inside of them. But that doesn’t help. Fear or worries always find a way how to plaque their mind. So the question is; is it fear or worry?”
“Is there a different between them?”
“Fear can be defeated. It’s something spontaneous, something what causing strong emotions in us. Worries are something what’s creeping inside of our minds and slowly rooting our believes in order of this world.”
“Alright, maybe I’m a little bit worried. But I don’t know the source of that. So how can anybody possibly help me? If there is any help for me anyway. I was thinking about it and didn’t find any logical solution.”
“You know what you problem is, Amane? You, as a scientist, think too much. You need a logical explanation for everything. You simply can’t take the fact that in this world are things you can’t explain.”
“Are you telling me that blind believing is better?”
“I never said that. But at least it saves me a big headache. So, why don’t you tell me something more about what’s bothering you?”
Amane let her chin rest on her folded hands and thought about that.
“Father, they say that God is forgiving, right? I was just wondering where is the edge we still can be forgiven?”
“The God is truly forgiving. If you did something wrong and are sincerely sorry for that you will be forgiven.”
“I guess than in that case I’m dammed. Because I’m not sorry. Well, not completely.”
“Your brother?” it wasn’t a question.
“I couldn’t leave him here. I lied to him and hurt him. And even knowing it I’m still glad that I took him away from here. Away from HIM.”
“He doesn’t remember anything?”
“Probably something, but not all. And about things he remember I lied to him.”
“Amane,” said father Charles gently with a kind smile, “your biggest sin is your love for your brother. You took him on the other side of the world only to protect him. You practically dedicated your life to him. And I honestly think that our God isn’t going to punish or damn you for that. This world is complicated. There are many wrong things made from wrong reasons. It’s just my guess that wrong things made from love aren’t wrong at all. I’m sure that your decision hurt people as much as it made them happy. Think about it!”
Amane smiled. She thanked to fate that she walked into this church again. The weigh, which was burden to her for a very long time was still there, but it didn’t hurt so much anymore.
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Thank you very much for all your reviews. It’s nice to know that somebody read it. About my grammar. I forget to tell you in the beginning that English isn’t my native language so sorry if you had problems with it. I’m trying to improve.
Review and flames welcome.
Murail
“something” – talking
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Chapter 3: Confused
Ryou’s eyes snapped open and he looked around himself. When he realized that he was still in his room in Amane’s house the boy relaxed. Ryou could tell that something changed. And it wasn’t just because Amane was on a business trip in Europe.
//What a weir dream. I can’t remember it all. But did I really feel that pain or it was just my imagination. Sis said that maybe these dreams are my memories for the last two years. I still can’t remember everything, though.//
Ryou sat up on his bed and looked from the window. It was almost noon and Bakura would be there soon. He took Ryou yesterday to a bar and they both returned home quite late. Ryou was sure that Amane wouldn’t appreciate this but Bakura didn’t listen what he was telling him. It wasn’t that Ryou would mind spend a night with the older man he just didn’t wanted to upset Amane.
With a soft smile Ryou got up from bed and changed. He couldn’t clearly understand the thrill he felt every time Bakura was somewhere around but he liked it. Since he returned from hospital or some time like that he felt oddly emotionally distanced. That change when he returned back to his sister and when he met Bakura. Everything was just different. The doorbell rang and Ryou quickly went to open.
“Hello, ‘Kura-kun!”
The white haired man clenched his teeth at this nickname as always when Ryou called him like that. With one fluent motion Bakura pined the smaller boy to wall and rested one hand next to his head so he couldn’t escape. Bakura’s lips moved to the other side of Ryou and seductively whispered into his ear.
“One day, you are gonna regret it!”
Ryou didn’t answer. Bakura could feel the younger boy’s body tensed and confusedly looked at him. Ryou’s eyes were wide open and his face paler than usual. The boy had to be terrified to no end because he had problems to breathe and it looked as if he tried to get from some kind of trans. Bakura almost panicked. He had never seen Ryou in such state and that worried him. Anything like that didn’t happened in the past and Amane never mentioned something like that.
“Hey, Ryou! Ryou, it was only joke! FUCKING HELL! Snap out of it! Come on, focus! RYOU!” the boy didn’t respond. Bakura slightly shook with his shoulders but nothing. Without thinking he did the last thing he could think about. He kissed him. Forcefully and confidently yet gently and little afraid.
Ryou woke up from his trans and with a great surprise found Bakura kissing him. He could feel the older one’s hand on his neck and the other one on the small of his back. Ryou’s body relaxed and without hesitation he returned the kiss. With trust he leant into that kiss and let the deep fear disappear.
He didn’t even think about it. There he was leaning against a wall with man he considered as a friend who was kissing him all of sudden. But that kiss was so sweet! Ryou moaned when he felt Bakura’s tongue gently encircling his mouth. Ryou didn’t need to think about it… only feel it was enough.
When they finally broke apart in desperate need for air Ryou had to lean against Bakura for support. He didn’t trust his legs or voice for that matter. Quickly, Ryou hide his face into Bakura’s chest. That awkward moment was gone when Bakura picked Ryou up in bridal style and carried him to the living room where he put him on a sofa. When the younger boy was safely settled down Bakura gently brushed hair from his face.
“Are you ok now? Fuck, you scared the shit out of me!” Ryou nodded. Bakura smirked. “You know, you are some kisser!” with satisfaction he watched his friend blushing furiously. “Just joking. You don’t have to blush like tomato because of it. What happened to you anyway? You looked like in kind of trans. I didn’t mean to scare you. Sorry about that.” His apology sounded a little bit grumpy.
Ryou finally found his voice. “You didn’t scare me, ‘Kura! It’s just that when you said that I had kind of déjà vu. I’m sure that I heard that before but I can’t remember where. And I also remember feeling pain and I know I was scared because of that. I’m sorry if I made you worry. I’m fine now.”
The other man was looking at him questionably. He couldn’t believe that somebody would hurt Ryou. That little angel who deserved to be worshiped till his death. It made Bakura furious. He placed a gentle kiss on Ryou’s forehead.
“Well, you made me worry and I hate this feeling. So you have lots to make up to me. I wasn’t sure if you aren’t ill or something. Was that the reason why you were in that freaking hospital? Your witch of sister didn’t said anything about it. I mean … if you have some medical problems or anything like that. I’m pretty sure that Amane would kill me if something happened to you while she is gone. Damn that witch!!” that last comment earned him a giggle from Ryou. For some reason it made Bakura happy. //What the hell is going on? Could it be …//
“She is not a witch, ‘Kura! Though she can be really weird sometimes!”
“Yup, I said that! She is a witch! And fucked up one too.”
“She’s not!”
“She is!
“She’s not!!
“SHE IS!”
“SHE’S N…”
Bakura kissed him again. This time passionately and hungrily. He wasn’t thinking. When he saw Ryou defending Amane and pouting like that it just look so sexy that Bakura couldn’t help himself. While he tasted the surprised boy he admitted to himself one thing. He was falling for him and he didn’t do anything to stop it. Bakura wanted to fall for him completely.
When Ryou returned the kiss with gentle shyness Bakura almost lost it. The more he knew the quiet boy the more he wanted him. Desired him and needed him. Finally all his dreams got sense. He DID fall for Ryou a long time ago. He just didn’t realize it. That’s why he couldn’t stop thinking about him. That’s why he was so happy every time he saw him.
Bakura tasted the sweetness, which was only Ryou. Something so special and unique. His hand slipped under Ryou’s shirt and touched the smooth skin while his lips left now swollen one and turned to the smooth skin on the younger one’s neck. Ryou arched his back at this. It was a great moment. And then, just when Bakura’s hand touched the boy’s waistband, everything went to hell.
“BAKURA, STOP!!”
That scream made Bakura freeze and look questionably at Ryou. The boy was all of sudden scared and crying. That sight hurt Bakura more than anything.
“Shhh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t do that. Please, stop crying.”
“No, ‘Kura! I’m sorry. I just don’t know what I’m doing. Can we leave it this time?” Ryou asked through the tears. Bakura nodded and embraced him. That boy confused him with the quick changes of his mood. He didn’t understand what could possibly happen to him that he was so easily scared. Bakura was determined to find out when Amane return from her trip. The thoughts about Ryou were floating through his mind while he was holding the boy in his arms.
//Guess, I truly screwed it up this time! //
___________________________________________________________________
Amane was still in England and truth to be told she was bored out of her ass. The whole trip was boring as hell and she didn’t know why in the seven hells she was bothering with it. While she was wandering through the streets of London she let her mind wandering as well. It looks exactly like she remembered it. She almost couldn’t believe that it was already more than year since she moved to Japan. Though, she didn’t regret it.
Without noticing it she ended up in one familiar street in front of an old church. The old memories returned to her in full force. Thoughtfully, Amane touched the cross on her neck with tips of her fingers. It was so long since she was in this church. Little hesitantly she started walking toward the gate.
Nothing changed. When she walked in she could still see the same pillars supporting the roof. The very same pillars she was running around with her brother when he was only five. Amane didn’t look around her. Everything was same. Unconsciously she walked towards the cross behind the altar. When she passed the altar she saw the door. She knew who she was about to find behind. With a small sad smile she walked in.
The room wasn’t big, but it was enough for a table and four chairs. There was also wardrobe with priest’s clothes and some other stuff. In one of chairs was sitting an old man and reading news. She knew that man. She knew him very well.
“Hello, father Charles! How are you doing?”
Father Charles looked up and smiled. He looked same as well. Maybe his hair was a little bit greyer and maybe he had more wrinkles around his eyes but still there was the aura of kindness and thoughtful look in his eyes.
“Amane! I’m fine, I’m fine. You look good so I’m not going to ask about your health. Sit down so we can talk.”
Amane smiled and took a seat. Father Charles knew her well and made for her tea with a large amount of sugar. When she sipped from the oversweet drink the old priest asked.
“So what’s bothering you?”
“What’s make you think that I’m not here just because of politeness?”
“Because I know you and I know that you came here every time you are worry about something.”
Amane smiled at that. “I’m not aware of anything what could possibly bothering me. Not at this moment.” The priest shrugged.
“You don’t have to be aware about it. Sometimes people buried their worst fear deep inside of them. But that doesn’t help. Fear or worries always find a way how to plaque their mind. So the question is; is it fear or worry?”
“Is there a different between them?”
“Fear can be defeated. It’s something spontaneous, something what causing strong emotions in us. Worries are something what’s creeping inside of our minds and slowly rooting our believes in order of this world.”
“Alright, maybe I’m a little bit worried. But I don’t know the source of that. So how can anybody possibly help me? If there is any help for me anyway. I was thinking about it and didn’t find any logical solution.”
“You know what you problem is, Amane? You, as a scientist, think too much. You need a logical explanation for everything. You simply can’t take the fact that in this world are things you can’t explain.”
“Are you telling me that blind believing is better?”
“I never said that. But at least it saves me a big headache. So, why don’t you tell me something more about what’s bothering you?”
Amane let her chin rest on her folded hands and thought about that.
“Father, they say that God is forgiving, right? I was just wondering where is the edge we still can be forgiven?”
“The God is truly forgiving. If you did something wrong and are sincerely sorry for that you will be forgiven.”
“I guess than in that case I’m dammed. Because I’m not sorry. Well, not completely.”
“Your brother?” it wasn’t a question.
“I couldn’t leave him here. I lied to him and hurt him. And even knowing it I’m still glad that I took him away from here. Away from HIM.”
“He doesn’t remember anything?”
“Probably something, but not all. And about things he remember I lied to him.”
“Amane,” said father Charles gently with a kind smile, “your biggest sin is your love for your brother. You took him on the other side of the world only to protect him. You practically dedicated your life to him. And I honestly think that our God isn’t going to punish or damn you for that. This world is complicated. There are many wrong things made from wrong reasons. It’s just my guess that wrong things made from love aren’t wrong at all. I’m sure that your decision hurt people as much as it made them happy. Think about it!”
Amane smiled. She thanked to fate that she walked into this church again. The weigh, which was burden to her for a very long time was still there, but it didn’t hurt so much anymore.
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Thank you very much for all your reviews. It’s nice to know that somebody read it. About my grammar. I forget to tell you in the beginning that English isn’t my native language so sorry if you had problems with it. I’m trying to improve.
Review and flames welcome.
Murail