The second life

Chapter 4: Hold me

Third night. Third night in the week when Ryou was woken up from his sleep by a feverish nightmare. It was two weeks after the incident with Bakura. Ryou was afraid of sleeping and more often he woke up screaming or crying. He was glad that Amane was still in Europe. His sister called him yesterday that her plane was delayed and she would return in the morning. She would quickly find out what was wrong with him and Ryou didn’t want to bother her with his problems. Especially when she was so busy with her work.

Shaking, he threw the blanket away and got up. It was two in the morning and there was no chance that he would be able to rest. He was too afraid to do that. Ryou didn’t know what to do. As soon as Amane returned back she would find out. That was something he was seriously afraid of. These nightmares were slowly killing him. Ryou needed to get it out of himself, but he didn’t know whom to tell about it.

For a second he thought about Bakura. His pale cheeks turned pink when he thought about him. Ryou found it harder and harder to stay calm in his presence. He didn’t know when exactly it started but it was there. Every time he looked around he hoped that Bakura would be somewhere around. Somewhere near him. It was just so nice to feel that way he felt around Bakura. Safe and protected. He wasn’t sure when he had felt this way for the last time.

Ryou went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. It didn’t help him from the fear he felt, but at least it cleared his thoughts. When he looked at himself in the mirror he chuckled. He looked terrible. The nights without enough sleep left a mark on him. Under his eyes there were black circles and overall he looked like death itself. Ryou let his forehead rest against the cold surface of the mirror and sighed. If only he knew what had happened to him.

There were so many possibilities about what could have happened. The mist was hiding almost everything. It was so confusing. A part of him wanted to know so desperately it was almost painful. But a part of him wanted to forget everything. It was unconscious. Like a prayer of his soul.

His mind wanted to know for a logical reason. His soul wanted to forget for an emotional reason he didn’t even remember. With a deep sigh Ryou pulled back. In his mind there was stuck a crazy idea. Maybe a walk would clear his head.
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The streets were absolutely quiet. Half past two in the morning wasn’t exactly the right time for street activities. Bakura cursed his bad luck again and sped up. If he was lucky, he could get home in one hour. As if it wasn’t enough that his car broke down, his mobile went to hell as well so he couldn’t even call for a taxi. With another curse he turned left at the corner and bumped into someone. He was about to beat the shit out of that person when he realized who it was.

“Ryou? What the fucking hell are you doing out so early at the morning?” he asked and helped him back to his feet. Ryou gave him a sweet smile.

“I was about to ask you the same question, ‘Kura!”

“You’re gonna catch a cold if you don’t wear a jacket. It’s kinda cold! Were you thinking about that?” Ryou smiled at him and wrapped his arms around his body. Bakura was right; it was a truly cold night.

“Idiot!” murmured Bakura and took his jacket off. He wrapped it around the shivering boy and frowned at him.

“Do you care to tell me what you are doing outside?”

Ryou whispered something that Bakura couldn’t hear.

“What?”

“I said; I couldn’t sleep! I thought that a walk would be good for me!”

“As I said before. Idiot! I will take you home. Amane would kill me otherwise!”

“You don’t have to…” Ryou started to protest, but Bakura didn’t listen to him. Without any other word he grabbed Ryou’s arm and started walking. The younger boy frowned and then sighed. Arguing with Bakura was impossible. He didn’t bother to listen. He simply did what he wanted to do. The walk back to Amane’s place was silent. It didn’t take them long to reach the house.

Bakura took out the spare keys and opened the door. Amane and Ryou considered their friend a part of their family so they treated him like that, too. Once they were inside Bakura noticed that Ryou was now openly shivering. The sight of the boy trying to warm himself up was breathtaking. Again, Bakura thought of when it happened that he fell for this little wonder. He could see that Ryou was tired. There was no better thing to do than the one he wanted.

Gently, Bakura picked Ryou up bridal style and carried him into his bedroom. The boy didn’t protest. Firstly he was too cold for it and secondly … it felt so good to be in Bakura’s arms. He almost fell asleep but fully woke up when he was laid down on his bed. It took him only a moment to see that Bakura was about to leave. Without thinking he grabbed his hand.

“Stay!”

“What?”

“Please, Bakura, stay here!” his voice was only a whisper so quiet that Bakura had problems hearing it. Slowly, he sat down next to Ryou.

“I know I’m childish but I had a very bad dream. It’s not for the first time. I’m really scared to sleep. Could you please stay here for the night?”

Bakura didn’t say anything. One look at Ryou’s tired face and fear in his eyes convinced him to do as he was asked. He took his clothes off and laid down only in his boxers and undershirt next to the frightened boy and took him into his arms. Never before he wanted to protect someone so much. Gently, he pressed his lips against Ryou’s forehead and stroked his back with his hand. Ryou relaxed and snuggled closer to him.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’m not sure but I think it’s from my past.” Ryou lifted his head and looked at Bakura. His face was almost invisible in the pale light of the moon. But Ryou could still imagine the sharp features as clearly as during the day.

“Amane said that I shouldn’t worry about it and I don’t, but these dreams just hunt me. I guess I was dating someone but I don’t remember the face, name or anything else. It was probably before the accident and had a connection with it. But I’m not sure of anything. I want to remember but I’m afraid of it at the very same time.” Tears started falling from Ryou’s eyes. He hugged Bakura more tightly.

“I know I’m an idiot but, Bakura, I’m so scared. I know that something very bad happened. Sometimes I remember my time in the hospital. Well, I guess it’s from the hospital. Like in a nightmare, I remember a clearly white room and the voice of Amane when she was crying and begging me to wake up.” His sobbing brought him even more shaking than when he was cold.

“’Kura, I …” he didn’t finish. Bakura kissed him fully on his lips. The older man felt extreme anger towards the person who had hurt Ryou and now even more since he had learnt more. He didn’t understand how anybody could hurt something as pure as Ryou was. Bakura’s hands slipped under Ryou’s shirt and gently stroked his back. This time the boy didn’t pull away. He was responding to Bakura on his own and the other moaned when he felt his fingertips softly touching the back of his neck. It was so unfair that Ryou was still dressed. Maybe he should do something about it.

Because Bakura didn’t want to scare Ryou, he tried to be as slow as possible and give his love the time to pull away whenever he wanted or felt like it. But it never happened. Ryou didn’t stop him. For a moment all his fears were forgotten and he gave in. Though, it was hard not to resist Bakura when he was doing things like that. The older man was leaving butterfly kisses on his jaw and lips, slowly moving to his neck. Every kiss was leaving Ryou more and more sensitive to everything that was happening to him.

Bakura gently hooked his hand at the edge of Ryou’s shirt and slowly, inch by inch, pulled it up and with one last kiss over the boy’s head. The hungry lips moved from the creamy skin of the neck to Ryou’s collarbone, strong hands roaming over the smaller body.

//Dear God he is perfect. His skin is so soft.//

“Kura!”

Ryou’s breath was hitching when he felt Bakura gently nibbling on his nipple. He didn’t know when and how it happened, but the other made him moan in pleasure. All of this was building in Ryou an unbearable need to touch Bakura as well. Unsure of himself and little bit hesitantly he managed to help the older one get out of his undershirt. For a moment they both stared at each other.

Bakura’s sharp eyes were full of something Ryou didn’t understand. For the first time his eyes were holding tender look. He didn’t understand how he managed to let him feel so protected as well. Ryou wanted to drown in these feelings. The feelings he had for Bakura.

“Ryou, I won’t go any further than you want me to. So tell me how much do you want?”

Ryou closed his eyes. All he was able to focus on was Bakura who could bring such an incredible pleasure to him.

It felt good. It was better than anything he had felt before. Every touch and kiss sent him to a place where he had never been before. He liked it. He wanted it more than anything else. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea. Maybe it wasn’t the best thing to do right then. But Ryou didn’t care. He gave in. He gave into Bakura and the world around could rot in hell.

“I want you to take me, Kura. I want you to help me forget everything bad that’s plaguing my sleep. I want you to show me everything. I want you!”

Bakura kissed him deeply. He couldn’t hope for a better answer. He wanted the boy so much it was causing him physical pain. And if Ryou wanted it as well… Bakura was determined to make his love scream in pleasure only for him. It was something he had wanted for a long time and tonight it would happen. He would make sure about it.

Ryou’s body was aching with need and he moaned helplessly when Bakura took him into his mouth. It felt so good. Hot and firm lips around his length gently massaging … teasing for all it was worth. Ryou’s mind was strangely detached from his body. He could feel it all. Bakura moving up and down. His hands firmly gripping Ryou’s hips, restraining him from any movement. The beads of sweat on his own forehead when he was carelessly tossing his head from side to side. And his own hands painfully gripping the sheets.

And then after a pleasurable agony with a loud scream Ryou climaxed. His whole body went numb and he could feel exhaustion taking over him. But he didn’t want to sleep. He knew that there was more and he wanted it. Bakura was about to lie down next to him, but Ryou didn’t let him. He kissed him passionately and brought their hips together.

“Kura, I meant what I said.”

Bakura grinned and parted Ryou’s legs. Softly he lay down and kissed the tip of Ryou’s nose. He knew that this was something he was going to remember for the rest of his life. His lover’s face illuminated by moonlight. His panting. His half cries when Bakura was preparing him. The shock running through him when their bodies connected.

Bakura tried to give Ryou more time to adjust, but he couldn’t hold it for long. Maybe too soon his body was moving inside Ryou’s making him scream in pain and pleasure. After a moment the screams held the pleasure only.

It was more than just satisfying.

It held glimpse of heaven.

When Ryou hit his climax for the second time screaming Bakura’s name his lover followed right after him. They both collapsed on the bed panting and trying to catch their breath.

Ryou was quickly falling into sleep, but he could clearly hear Bakura.

“… love you.”

“Love you too.” Ryou murmured back and fell asleep.
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I’m soooo sorry. For a reason unknown to me a post the second chapter three times. Please forgive me. *Beating my head against the desk* I swear I didn’t do that on purpose. I will post the next chapter as soon as possible. I know I was putting this story aside for too long.


To sglily
Honey I love every single review you sent to me. It made me feel little bit more than completely worthless. I hope you like this chapter as well and wasn’t too disappointed.

To Eien no Ai
Hey darling. Thank you sooooooo much for being beta to this story. I’m sorry I didn’t update for so long. I think I was writing it in some story that my mum is still in hospital and I really didn’t feel like to post anything. I will be better now. I promise.

To Millie Ishtar Motou
I’m soooooo sooooorrrrrrryyyyyy!!!

To Oneos Pitri
Just in this case I admit that my brother is right. I’m an idiot who should be prohibited to touch any computer. *retreating to cry and sob in a corner.*