Gravitation
Falling
Disclaimer - Don't own them, and probably never will. But one can only wish, right?
Author's Note - Third chapter : ) Song fic type chapter, done to Delirium's 'Innocente' Remixed by DJ Tiesto. Highly suggested listening . . . great music
all around. Enjoy . . . and please review.
Chapter 3 - Falling
Yami was somewhat surprised to find Bakura waiting at the bar when the club opened the following night.
"Hey there," the white haired bodyguard said, waving a hand lazily in greeting.
"Hi," Yami said, sliding in behind the bar and checking everything over. The bar itself wouldn't open for another two hours . . . but Yami liked to be
around to keep an eye on things anyway. Joey was a great friend, but Mai occasionally distracted him from putting everything away right. He was not
exactly happy to see Bakura there . . . he'd been hard pressed to get that kiss out of his head last night, which was odd, since before that kiss he wouldn't
have given the guy a second thought. Yeah, he was good looking and carried himself really well, but Yami didn't really go for the pale-skin Goth. types,
which was the only way he could think of to classify the man. That kiss had definitely messed with his head though, cause now he was thinking about it
again, and wondering what other surprises Bakura could pull. He shook his head and went back to checking the bar after catching himself staring at the man
while he thought. This was not the way to start out the night.
He found everything behind the bar to be in order and leaned up against the counter to watch as the dance club began to fill up. It looked like it was going
to be another packed night . . . but then again, it was Saturday, and it was always over-packed on Saturday.
An hour into the night, the DJ stepped the music up a notch, bringing out a remix of Delirium's 'Innocente'. Yami slid out from behind the bar at the song,
moving out into the dance crowd. It was rare that he danced at all in public . . . but this song was one of his favorites and he couldn't keep still while it
played. Better that he be out on the dance floor where he would blend in than behind the bar, or so he thought.
Bakura watched Yami's lanky figure move into the crowd, his eyes glued to the blue jeans and white mesh shirt clad figure. He could feel his hunger for the
bartender growing . . . such a mixture of beauty and dominance was rare to find and Yami had both in abundance. Marik had helped take the edge off last
night . . . but that desire was still there, as was the memory of that kiss and that body pressed against his. Nothing could wipe that from his mind . . . and it
had not been far from his thoughts at all when Yami had first walked in.
The white haired man had to admit that he'd never had someone get under his skin so completely as the bartender had.. And as he watched the object of his
desire move out into the dance crowd, he could only wonder what else that beautiful exterior hid beneath it.
Falling . . . in love.
Falling . . . in love.
Darling . . .
When did you fall?
When was it over?
Darling when . . .
When did you fall?
When was it over?
Marik moved out into the crowded dance floor, his eyes tracking Yami through the crowd. He'd been watching his friend and the bartender for the past five
minutes from the door way that led back to the dressing rooms . . . and he'd seen Yami's wandering attention, as well as his friend's own attempts to both
ignore the bartender and keep an eye on him. Bakura had said the man seem interested in him, though . . . that was fine, cause he was just as interested in
Yami. Tracking him through the crowd was easy enough . . . that wild hair was one of a kind, even given how slight the man was.
He moved up behind the crimson eyed figure, moving in sync with the flowing dance that seemed to make Yami one with the music. He could feel his heart
beating faster as he took in the way Yami moved . . . both mysterious and sensual, the dance was a flow of hands and body movements that seemed like
their own communion to the gods. Going with his urges, he hesitantly placed his hands on the man's hips, moving up so that their bodies were barely
touching, black leather to blue jeans as they moved together. Yami glanced over his shoulder but continued to move, his eyes widening slightly as he saw
who was touching him but otherwise not reacting to the addition. Marik sighed in relief . . . he'd been half afraid Yami would stop, and that would have
been heartbreaking. It had been a long time since Marik had danced with anyone . . . Malik didn't dance, and he hadn't allowed his toy to dance without
him. Yami was a good dancer . . . and Marik wanted to be close to him like this. It felt right somehow, to be this close to him, to be touching him and
moving with him. It was like coming home.
Yami continued to move to the music, even as Marik joined him. His surprise was buried in the dance . . . he loved this song and he rarely got a chance to
dance to it. He felt Marik brush against him, and let his head drop back on the slightly taller teenager's shoulder, crimson eyes half-closed as he lost himself
in the pleasure of feeling the blonde's body move with his. His hands reached up to touch where Marik's hands rested on his hips, their fingers intertwining
gently as he held the tanned flesh where it was. Between the music and the body at his back, he was blissfully unaware of the stirring inside his mind.
Marik looked down into the half-lidded eyes of the man who's head was resting against his shoulder, and resisted the urge to lean down and kiss the slightly
upturned lips. He didn't want to scare Yami off . . . but gods, it was tempting. Instead, he turned his attention to the dance, letting the music wash over and
around him as he pressed closer to the slim body that danced with him.
Falling . . . in love.
Falling . . . in love.
Darling when . . .
When did you cry?
I couldn't hear you.
In love.
I suppose it is the price of falling . . .
In love.
Bakura moved slowly out towards his friend and tarteartender, his eyes drawn to the pair dancing so closely together. Marik seemed relaxed for the first
time in too long . . . he had a slight smile on his face, and his eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he and Yami danced. Lavender orbs opened to
regard him curiously as the white haired man drew near them.
Bakura motioned for Marik to get in front of Yami. Marik nodded, understanding crossing his face as he moved to stand in front of the still swaying young
man. He gasped when Yami grabbed his hands and pulled him flush into his body, the lightly tanned fingers tangling gently in the platinum blonde locks as
crimson eyes regarded him seriously, an inner fire burning within them. He'd never thought that Yami would be like this . . . he was like a walking flame, and
Marik was just as drawn to him as any moth. He found that he didn't care though . . . simply by what he had done in the alley way, Marik knew that this
man would never harm him. He so badly wanted to kiss those lips, wondering how Yami would taste to him . . .
Yami nearly jumped in shock as he felt another body move in behind him, into the space Marik had just deserted. He had to be in heaven . . . Marik was in
his arms, the tanned, lithe figure pressed tightly against his own body, and now someone had joined them. He cast a glance over his shoulder, unsurprised
to see white hair and ghostly pale skin. He was startled, however, when Marik drew him into an open mouthed kiss. He barely felt it when Bakura began to
suckle gently on the back of his neck.
'Oh gods . . .' he thought hazily, tasting the heaven that was Marik. The teenager tasted of exotic spices, rich and intriguing. 'I have got to be dreaming this
. . .' He felt his body reacting to both the kiss and the nearness of the intriguing youth and his self-proclaimed bodyguard and for some reason that he
couldn't fathom, he didn't care.
Marik groaned low in his throat as he felt the bulge in Yami's pants brush his own raging hard on. Yami tasted like . . . he couldn't begin to describe it, but
it was like darkness and smoke. Yami's hands hadn't moved from his hair, but he could feel the tingle in his flesh from that light contact. He could feel
Bakura running lightgersgers across his arms, gently reassuring Marik that he was there, but Marik was too far gone to care.
Bakura himself was still trying to figure out what he was doing . . . his teeth grazed the patch of skin he'd tasted a moment ago, and he shivered as Yami's
jean clad figure brushed against him. There was an indefinable aura of power coming from the man between the two of them . . . something that raised alarm
bells in his head even as it made him grow hard from wanting to feel that power.
Falling . . . in love.
Falling . . . in love.
Darling . . .
When did we fall?
When was it over?
Darling when . . .
When we we fall
When was it over?
I suppose it is the price of falling . . .
In love.
I fear that is the price of falling . . .
In love.
The music ended, the DJ moving on to another song. Yami groaned, wishing that the song could have gone on forever . . . but he had a bar to attend to,
and a hard-as-hell erection besides. If they kept this up much longer, he was going to fuck Marik right here on the dance floor, and there wasn't a damn
thing anyone could do about it . . . and that wasn't even mentioning what he was thinking about doing to the third member of the little 'dance' group.<
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He broke the kiss off gently, looking into lavender eyes from inches apart, his breathing slightly unsteady as he took in the tanned face with it's slightly
Egyptian markings and platinum blonde bangs that hung in front of said orbs.
"You're beautiful . . ." he whispered, half to himself and half to the teenager in his arms.
"So are you . . ." Marik replied. "Come home with me after work?" Bakura blinked, staring stunned at the blonde from over Yami's shoulder. Marik was
moving fast . . . much faster than Bakura had thought he would. He wasn't sure if Marik was really ready to go that far or if he'd been caught up in the
moment. His thoughts were cut off abruptly as he was forced to step back by Yami, who moved and suddenly put some distance between them. It was as
if the young man had suddenly been dashed in cold water, the way he had locked up and moved so quickly.
"I can't . . ." the tri-haired man whispered, and then left. Bakura and Marik stared after him in shock . . . if they'd had to guess, they d had have said Yami
was suddenly afraid.
Yami burst out the back door, taking in great gulps of the night air as he got a hold of himself. 'That was so utterly stupid!' he berated himself mentally.
"Yami . . . man, you okay?" Joey asked, stepping out of the door nd hnd him. He'd seen Yami walk away from the two on the dance floor . . . actually, it
had looked like he was almost sprinting. Yami never got flustered like that . . . something had to be going on, and he was willing to bet that the new dancer
and his bodyguard were at the center of it.
"No Jou . . . actually, I'm far from okay," Yami said hoarsely, leaning up against the wall. "I'm dangerously close to doing something very stupid." Joey
looked at him for a moment before talkinain.ain.
"You mean getting involved with Marik," the tall blonde said. Yami nodded jerkily. "Yami . . . man, the guy's hot, and from your reaction his first night up
on stage, you're definitely interested. So why not go for it?" Yami chuckled dryly.
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whole mess of complications I simply don't need," Yami muttered, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "I've got to think of Yugi, Jou . . . if I get
involved with Marik, Yugi could very well bear the consequences. He's young, and innocent . . . he wouldn't know to stay away from Malik if that psycho
decided he wanted to get back at me for hooking up with Marik. Although I'd love nothing better than to fuck his brain's out . . . him and that Bakura guy
bot. . . . I can't risk it." He sighed, and pushed off from the wall. "And that doesn't even begin to delve into everything," he murmured. "Jou . . . get Duke
to cover me in the bar. I'm heading home. Kaiba can just kiss my ass tonight. If he asks, tell him I got sick." Jou nodded, watching as Yami strode towards
the employee parking lot where his motorcycle was parked.
Yami cursed himself ten ways to Sunday as he headed for his bike, feeling the coiled power inside his mind pulsing angrily as he kept it in check. He'd been
close to losing control of it out on the dance floor, and he hadn't even realized it until Marik had popped that surprising question. 'Thank gods I caught
myself in time,' he thought angrily. The damage he could have caused made him nauseous . . . not to mention the people who could have been hurt.
'What the hell is happening to me?' he wondered. 'I've never had that happen before with anyone else . . . what is it about those two that is so different?
Why are my abilities reacting to the two of them when they've never reacted to my involvements before?' It scared him in a way few things could . . . his
powers were something he had never understood, and many times they had gotten out of hand on him. Only one time had there been anything serious
resulting from his loss of control . . . but it had been more than enough to make him realize that he could hurt people, and possibly kill them if he didn't
keep what tenuous control he had. Scared of himself and what he had almost allowed to happen, he brought his bike to life beneath him and raced back to
sanctuary.
Joey had walked back inside to the club . . . and stopped short when Bakura was blocking the entrance to behind the bar.
"Where's Yami? He and I need to talk," the white haired body guard growled without preamble.
"He went home . . . he wasn't feeling well he said," Jou said, and tried to get around him. Bakura didn't budge.
"What's his address?" Jou frowned and glared down at the shorter guy.
"We're not allowed to give out home addresses, and even if we were, I wouldn't give it to you, or Marik. I don't know what the hell you did to him, but
Yami's my best friend and I have never seen him react like that to any guy. So you and Marik can just stay the hell away from him." With that said, he
bodily shoved Bakura out of the way and got behind the bar, beginning to set up for the bar to open.
Bakura glared at him, but didn't bother to push any further. Rather, he made his way towards the door swiftly, hoping to catch up with the tri-haired man.
He got outside in time to see Yami roar off, a black custom Harley between his legs.
"Damn it . . ." he muttered under his breath. There went any hopes he had for the night. He couldn't get to his Viper fast enough to follow the intriguing
man anyway. He spun on his heel and walked back into the crowded club. There was always tomorrow night . . . for now, he had a job to do for his best
friend.
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"You're home early . . ." Yugi murmured as Yami came in the door.
"I wasn't feeling well," Yami replied, shrugging out of his leather jacket and setting his helmet on the floor. Yugi looked him over carefully before pushing
up off the couch and giving his older cousin a hug.
"What's wrong? You're tense . . ." he murmured. Yami sighed, leading his smaller cousin back to he couch before flopping down beside him.
"Just some shit at work, little one," Yami said softly. "Nothing for you to be worried about. How's the studying coming?" Yugi shrugged, glancing down at
the Calculus book in irritation.
"Fine I guess . . . math isn't exactly one of my strong points, and Calculus has to be the most confusing math in the world . . . but other than that, it's
going okay," he said. Yami leaned over the book and looked at it before sitting back with a grimace.
"I'm so glad I never had to take that . . ." he murmured. "I would have flunked out my first year with some of the stuff they're teaching you." Yugi giggled
slightly.
"You just haven't got the patience for it," he said. He was about to continue trying to find out what was wrong with the older boy when there was a knock
at the door. He rose to answer it, and cried out in shock when Ryou fell into his arms. "YAMI!" The older boy was at his side in moments, picking up the
white haired youth in his arms and carrying him swiftly to the couch as Yugi shut and locked the door.
Yami brushed the white bangs away from the delicate face, and winced at the cuts and bruises that decorated it. At his touch, Ryou opened his eyes.
"Ryou," Yami said softly, feeling Yugi come up beside him. "What happened?"
"Some guys . . . some guys found out I was gay," the boy murmured, trying to sit up. A hand on his shoulder stopped him. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you
guys . . . I didn't want you to hate me." Yami sighed and sat back, exchanging glances with his cousin.
"Ryou . . . we're the last people in the world who would hate you. Iay, ay, and Yugi is a newly awakened bi-sexual." Ryou's eyes widened at how
unconcerned Yami sounded. "Trust me . . . we're not going to hate you."
"You? But you're . . . so masculine!" Ryou said, shocked. Yami grinned.
"Not all gay guys are so feminine they would put some females to shame," Yami said. "Actually, those are the ones that are rare. Most of us are just your
average, everyday guy . . . with one small exception."
"Ryou's been very sheltered all his life, Yami," Yugi murmured. "He was raised in a catholic school . . . this is his first public schooling." Yami nodded in
understanding . . . that explained a lot.
"Yugi, could you go get the medical kit out of the boom?oom?" Yugi nodded and scrambled off, leaving Ryou with Yami.
"So, who were they?" Yami asked once his cousin was go/FON/FONT>
"Some kids from my theological class . . . there was an argument in class today over the moral rights and wrongs of sexual choice. I defended gay's and
lesbians . . . I guess a little too stridently, cause they put two and two together," Ryou murmured. "They were waiting for me near my dorm room . . . this
is the only place I could think of to go."
"That's okay, Ryou. But now that you're 'out of the closet', so to speak, it might not be such a good idea for you to continue living in the dorms. Why
don't you come live with us?" Ryou looked speechless. "It's not as if we don't have more than enough room. This house has about seven or eight
bedrooms, and all but two of them are completely unused. I'd be happy to have you here, and I know Yugi would be ecstatic." Ryou nodded shakily.
"Thanks . . . I . . . I hadn't thought of that." He closed his eyes suddenly, tears gathering at the corner of the closed lids. "What are my parents going to
say? The school's going to have to write to them about this . . ." Yami ruffled the white hair gently, his heart going out to the youth. Had Ryou been older,
Yami would have done more than ruffle his hair . . . the boy was beautiful, and seemed like a gentle and caring soul, which was what had prompted him to
offer sanctuary to him in the first place. He liked Ryou . . . and if his cousin and the pale boy happened to hook up, so much the better.
"Perhaps your parents will understand. If not . . . you have family here, if you could consider Yugi and I you're family." Ryou's eyes opened, staring
hopefully up at the crimson eyed young man above him. Yami leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips, unable to resist the temptation. "Yugi has no
one but his grandfather, and my parents are long dead . . . you'll be with us now." Ryou reached up and hugged him, sniffling quietly as he thanked Yami
over and over again. "Think nothing of it, little one," Yami said, pulling back. "Once Yugi has you patched up, he'll help you pick out a room. We can go
tomorrow and get your stuff, and you can decorate it anyway you want." He ruffled the white hair lightly, loving the soft texture of it.
"Why . . . why are you being so nice to me?" Ryou asked qly, ly, doe brown eyes resting on the hands he was twisting in his lap. Yami reached out and
stilled those hands, covering them in his own lightly tanned ones until Ryou met his gaze.
"Ryou . . . I learned long ago that reaching out to people was a way to ease my own battered soul. I like you, and I think you are a beautiful person both
inside and out. I tend to go with those beliefs," Yami murmured, staring seriously into wide eyes.
"Yami . . . since he's going to be living here, perhaps you should tell him about . . .you know," Yugi murmured from behind the couch. Yami sighed, but
nodded, sitting back to examine Ryou critically.
"Yes . . . Ryou, this may seem strange to you, but I have certain 'abilities' that you may think are odd." Ryou looked up at him curiously. "I'm telepathic .
. . and telekinetic. I can move things with my mind, and communicate silently. I'm not strong enough to read minds, only send and receive messages, so
you don't have to worry about that." Ryou nodded slightly. "I just don't want you to find out off hand and begin to wonder what else I might have been
doing before you knew . . . I want your trust, especially if you're going to be living with us, and in return I'm giving you mine."
"That explains why Yugi dragged me back into the club the other night and told me you had sent him for a bouncer. I was wondering . . . cause I hadn't
heard you call anything back to us," Ryou murmured. "Thank you for telling me."
"Yeah, it comes in handy," Yugi said, sitting down next to the couch and opening the medical kit. "Although Yami is quite the prankster with those 'gifts'
of his." Yami stuck his tongue out at the younger boy, who merely stuck his own back at him before turning to Ryou. "This is going to sting a little . . ."
Yami stood up and walked into the kitchen to get a drink, leaving Ryou at his cousin's 'tendmercmercies. 'Nothing like an emergency to get your mind off
your own problems, at least for a little while,' he thought to himself. He'd nearly forgotten about Marik, Bakura, and the whole mess at the club. Sighing, he
sank into a kitchen chair, listening to the boy's talk in the next room.
How could he have been so stupid? He should have stopped the minute Marik approached him on the dance floor . . . instead, he'd let things get out of
hand, and now he had probably ruined any chances he would have had later on down the road. He still felt he had made the right decision though . . . he
couldn't afford to get involved with Marik when Malik still needed to be dealt with. He had his cousin, and now Ryou, to think about. 'Don't forget the fact
that you're not exactly the safest person to be around,' his mind whispered. 'Your little 'gift' isn't so little anymore, and it reacted to the two of them.' He
ignored that little voice, more successful in that endeavor than his attempts to ignore his reaction to Bakura. He absently fingered the tender spot on the
back of his neck where Bakura had been tasting his skin. Just the thought of it started getting his body turned on again. What was it about the pale haired
guy that got him all riled up? For that matter, what had him so riled up about Marik too? Yeah, they were both gorgeous specimens of the human species,
but that hardly qualified them for the level of disturbance they were creating in his hormone levels.
Maybe it was the aura of dangerous, psychotic seduction that seemed to surround the two of them. All of his previous lovers had been very careful, always
seeming to hold back some part of themselves in the relationship, which hadn't really bothered him. Of course, most of them had been straight laced
businessmen with a fetish for guys . . . just about every one of them had been married at some point. There had been the occasional lasting relationship . . .
but even those had only gone on about two months before Yami had gotten dissatisfied and moved on. They'd all been great in bed , but his emotions had
never gotten involved. Maybe that was the problem . . . but he also couldn't allow such a thing. His emotions were dangerous to everyone.
He groaned, lifting his head off the table. Thinking about it was giving him a headache. He sighed, standing up slowly and going to the liquor cabinet he
kept above his fridge. He rarely drank . . . his 'abilities' got out of control when he did . . . but he figured tonight warranted it. He dragged the bottle of
Vanilla Vodka out of the cabinet and took it to his room, sealing himself in for the rest of the night. The two boys could handle themselves . . . he had his
own mental instability to deal with at the moment. He needed to get it under control . . . before he put everyone in danger.