Altered Lives

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: Yaoi
Author’s Note: Since I was graced with unexpected high speed internet, I thought I’d update a little earlier than anticipated. This is the first oneshot that takes place in present time and the rest will as well. Once again, thanks to everyone who took the time to review! I really appreciate it.

Touch Me

Yami stood at the bus stop, glancing nervously at the schedule. He still had another twenty minutes until the bus came, and this wasn’t the best part of town. It wasn’t that he couldn’t take care of himself; he just didn’t feel like getting into any trouble tonight. It had been a long day and he was tired and just wanted to go home.

He was leaning against the shelter when someone ran into him, nearly knocking him over. He stumbled and grabbed on to the shelter just in time to keep from falling on his face.

“Watch where the fuck your going,” the person snarled at him, before his voice softened considerably. “Yami?”

Yami whirled around at the sound of his name, staring in surprise at the white haired man in front of him. He quickly lowered his eyes as long forgotten feelings overwhelmed him.

“Bakura,” he said softly in greeting. This has been the first time he’d seen Bakura since he had regained his memories. He shifted nervously under Bakura’s gaze, unsure how to confront the other yami after remembering those events from their past.

“Well well Pharaoh,” Bakura said silkily, walking in a circle around Yami predatorily. “How does it feel, having all your memories back?”

He stopped in front of him, a malicious grin on his face. Yami took a step back and pressed his back against the wall of the shelter. He was suddenly very afraid of Bakura’s tone and the feelings they inspired. Bakura chuckled and took a step closer. He wrapped his fingers around Yami’s chin suddenly and jerked his face up, forcing him to meet his eyes.

“Remember anything of particular interest?” he asked quietly, releasing Yami’s chin, but not backing off.

Yami flushed and his breathing quickened. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, I think you do,” Bakura said, pressing Yami tighter against the wall of the bus shelter.

“A nice Egyptian night, for example,” he said, cupping Yami’s face in his hand, eyes searching his.

“When you were so young and inexperienced.” Yami blushed and Bakura’s other hand snuck behind them to wrap around his waist.

“And I fucked you into your royal bed,” Bakura whispered, his face so close to Yami’s the other boy could feel his warm breath caressing his face, making him shiver with forgotten emotions.

“And then you left,” Yami whispered, trying not to lean into Bakura’s touch.

“But I came back,” he answered and pressed his lips to Yami’s, taking him by surprise. He opened his mouth automatically as Bakura’s tongue ran across his lower lip, moaning softly as it slipped inside, tasting every inch of him. The thief’s hands pulled Yami’s body closer to his and caressed his bare arms before one moved to his back and slipped under his shirt.

It wasn’t until the other traced the top of his pants and began to dip past that Yami pulled away, breathing heavily and feeling drunk on lust.

“Not here,” he panted, feeling overwhelmed as Bakura’s hands touched him everywhere, his lips still tingling from his kiss.

Bakura nodded with a knowing grin and took his hand, pulling the former spirit behind him. “My place is around the corner.”

Yami followed him, wondering if he should really allow this. All Bakura had to do was touch him once again, and he was willfully following him home. It scared him, how much of an effect Bakura had on him. Moments after reliving the memories of those nights with him, Yami had collapsed against the bathroom door, stroking himself until he came in hot splashes across his fingers, trying not to wake Yugi with his desperate cries.

He wasn’t even sure how he felt about Bakura. They were supposed to be enemies, weren’t they? And it had been centuries ago, yet the moment Bakura showed the faintest interest, Yami felt his knees go weak and his heart fluttering too fast. But Yami remembered the pain too. The fear he had when Bakura accosted him the first night, the loneliness when he awoke alone in the morning, and the constant wonder after the second night, wondering if he would ever see Bakura again or if it was just convenience that had brought him before.

Yami was so confused about his feelings, but as long as Bakura kept rubbing his thumb over the back of Yami’s hand as he gently pulled him down the street, Yami couldn’t bring himself to care about any of those things.

They made it quickly to a rundown apartment building before Yami could finish his train of thought. He was promptly pressed against the door, knocking the wind out of him, and groped as Bakura kissed him desperately, rubbing his arousal against Yami’s thigh. Yami could do nothing but moan softly and press back, his mind feeling hazy and his eyes glazing.

He felt Bakura fiddling with the doorknob behind him and the door suddenly opened, Bakura pulling him close to keep him from falling back with it. The action caused a sudden rush of warmth to bleed through his body. He had forgotten what it felt like to be in Bakura’s arms.

Bakura kissed him hard and demanding, taking Yami’s breath away before dragging him down a hall. The former pharaoh was pressed into a mattress before he even realized they were in a bedroom. Bakura climbed on top of him and kissed him greedily, letting his hands trail down Yami’s body. He curled his fingers in the thief’s hair and pulled him deeper into the kiss, making needy sounds and arching up into Bakura’s touch. It had been so long. Ever since he had remembered those nights, it was all Yami could think about, Bakura touching him again.

They made out hotly, Yami not even noticing the loss of his shirt or Bakura’s. All he could think about was the way Bakura made him feel; how electricity raced through his body everywhere Bakura touched him. It was amazing and intoxicating, and Yami couldn’t get enough of it.

“Please,” he found himself begging when Bakura’s hot tongue ran down his neck. “Please Bakura. I need you. I want you.”

Bakura sat up and looked down at him with a cocky grin. “Me too, baby.”

He slid down Yami’s body, unbuttoning his leather pants and pulling them off. Yami watched him, starry-eyed as Bakura removed his own trousers, inching them down sensuously slow. When he was done, he pulled Yami flush against him and kissed him furiously, pressing their naked bodies together. Yami groaned loudly at the feeling of his arousal rubbing against Bakura’s. This was just as good as he remembered. Better even, because the feelings coursing through his body were real and persistent and not only faded memories.

Bakura’s hands traveled down his body until they were around Yami’s ass. He squeezed, eliciting a gasp from the former Pharaoh.

“Remember last time?” Bakura asked softly, licking around the rim of Yami’s ear, making him shiver delightfully.

“Yes,” he replied breathlessly. Of course he remembered. He would never forget it again.

“Well,” Bakura purred, “We’re going to do it a little differently.”

Yami trembled at those words and whimpered as Bakura released him to lie on the bed on his back, grinning up at him. He crooked his finger and beckoned to Yami.

“Come on baby,” Bakura whispered, grinning wider as Yami flushed, but crawled over to him anyway, ending up straddling Bakura’s hips. The thief grinned up at him and trailed his fingers down Yami’s hip bone and brushed the head of his erection, making him quiver. Then he sat up and pulled Yami against him, kissing him again lazily. Bakura fiddled with something vaguely to his left, but Yami paid no attention as Bakura’s tongue stroked the roof of his mouth, making the most delightful feelings.

He realized what Bakura had been doing when he felt two cool slick fingers press between his legs and seek his entrance. He made a strangled cry and jerked up as they penetrated him, sinking all the way into the third knuckle.

“Shh,” Bakura purred, stroking his thigh soothingly as he worked his fingers inside him. Yami moaned and thrust back on them as Bakura kissed soothingly along his jaw, his body quickly adjusting to the feeling as if it had only been days and not centuries since he had last done this with the thief. He craved it so badly it scared him, but he couldn’t bring himself to think about it now, not with Bakura’s fingers twisting inside him and his lips pressing softly to his neck and his fingers skimming caresses across his sensitive skin.

Yami was making needy mewling sounds when Bakura finally withdrew his fingers and lay back down on the bed and gripped Yami’s hips, lifting him up slightly. Yami watched him through half lidded eyes, allowing his body to follow Bakura’s motions. His senses became a bit sharper as the head of Bakura’s leaking cock pressed against his quivering opening.

“That’s it baby,” Bakura crooned as he helped Yami seat himself on his cock, biting back a moan as he was engulfed in Yami’s burning heat. Once he was fully seated, both men paused, breathing heavy.

Finally, ever so hesitantly, Yami raised himself up just barely and sunk back down, whining as the head barely brushed his prostate. This time Bakura didn’t bother to stop the breathy moan escaping his lips, but tightened his hold on Yami’s hips and encouraged him to do it again.

He did, raising himself up just enough so that only the head was left in before sinking down once more.

“Fuck,” Bakura growled, clenching his fingernails into Yami’s skin. “No one makes me as hard as you do, Atem.”

Yami smiled softly through his lust-induced haze and began to move faster, raising himself up and impaling himself repeatedly on Bakura’s weeping length as he gained confidence.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Bakura growled. “No one has had you in this new body have they?”

Yami shook his head, trying very hard to control himself and not come immediately as heat pooled in the bottom of his stomach.

“I bet no one’s even had you in Egypt. No one but me,” Bakura said between groans as he began to roll his hips into Yami every time he sunk down around him.

“No-” Yami began, cut off abruptly as the head of Bakura’s cock brushed against his prostate more directly. “No one but you, Bakura.”

“Good,” Bakura responded, digging his fingers into Yami’s hips hard enough to bruise as he encouraged him to go faster.

Yami did, increasing his pace and moving in a rocking rhythm on Bakura’s cock, small breathy cries escaping his lips every time the head brushed against his sensitive nerves.

Bakura gazed up at him hungrily as he watched Yami repeatedly impale himself on his hardened length, eyes closed, mouth open, head hung back. It was the most erotic sight Bakura had ever seen, and he dug his fingers deeper into Yami’s hips encouraging him to let go, give in, come for him.

“Please!” Yami gasped, needing release but unable to vocalize it through the pleasure coursing through his body. “Bakura!”

The other yami, however, seemed to understand as he released his grip on one of Yami’s hip and wrapped warm fingers around his erection, squeezing and stroking slowly.

“Come,” Bakura whispered hoarsely as he stroked him with slick fingers. “Come for me baby.”

Yami threw his head back with a moan, intense pleasure erupting through him as he reached his climax. White light flashed before his eyes and the world seemed to freeze as his overtaxed body spilled its release between Bakura’s fingers. The thief’s hips snapped into him a few more times before he felt Bakura’s orgasm coat his channel with warm fluid.

Feeling completely drained, Yami collapsed on Bakura, who caught him and rolled them over so that Yami was situated in his arms, pressed against his sticky chest. Bakura idly sucked the cum off of his fingers and then pulled Yami into a gentle kiss.

“It’s been way too long,” he murmured, throwing an arm over Yami’s prostrate form. Yami mumbled an agreement and curled closer to Bakura’s warm body. The thief’s fingertips trailed across his naked skin absentmindedly as they lay tangled together, causing Yami to shiver occasionally as they brushed over a particularly sensitive spot.

It was only when they brushed over the nastily purpling bruised gouges Bakura’s fingernails had left on his hips did Yami flinch. Bakura looked at him and then down at the bruises, brushing the pads of his fingers over them softly.

“I’m sorry,” Bakura said softly, stroking the uninjured skin around them.

“It’s okay,” Yami said, fighting off a yawn. “They don’t really hurt.”

Bakura’s fingers skimmed over them and Yami flinched again.

“Don’t hurt, huh?” he asked.

“It’s fine,” Yami said, feeling embarrassed and pleased at Bakura’s concern.

“No,” Bakura said, his voice taking on the husky tone it had earlier. “I’ve been terribly inconsiderate. I should make it up to you.”

Yami was about to ask how he intended to make it up to him when Bakura pushed him onto his back and slid down his body to settle between Yami’s legs. He grinned up at the confused look on his face before hooking both of Yami’s knees over his shoulders and pressing soft kisses to the inside of his thigh.

“What are you...?” Yami asked, as Bakura slid his hands under Yami’s ass and pulled him up.

“Taking your mind off the pain,” Bakura muttered before swiping his tongue over Yami’s puckered opening. The former Pharaoh gasped, not quite sure how he felt about this new approach.

Bakura swirled his tongue around the entrance, teasingly pressing the tip in just enough to stretch the ring of muscles, but not penetrate. Yami was making little breathy gasps and was beginning to harden again when Bakura looked up.

“Like that?” he asked with a grin, knowing the answer.

“Yesssss...” Yami moaned as Bakura dove down and pressed his tongue against his entrance, breeching him.

A strangled scream erupted from Yami’s throat, and he immediately pushed back on the intrusion. He was soon making the most delightful desperate keening sounds as Bakura tongued him, pressing it inside and swirling it around, tasting himself and the flavored lubricant he has used and finding it extremely arousing.

Yami was beginning to thrash beneath him; fingers curled painfully in the sheets, so Bakura pulled his tongue of him and engulfed Yami’s hardened erection before he even had a chance to protest at the loss.

Yami screamed as Bakura swallowed around him, bringing Yami quickly to climax as he reached down and stroked himself off as well. He swallowed as cum hit the back of his throat, sucking Yami clean as he groaned and came in his own hand.

He collapsed next to Yami again, pulling him against him and pressing his stained fingers to Yami’s mouth before kissing him messily, smearing the cum over both of their mouths.

After several minutes of kissing, biting, and licking up the rest of the mess, both yamis fell into exhausted sleep, Yami curled against Bakura, his arms wrapped protectively around him.


Bakura grumbled and grabbed the cell phone that was ringing shrilly from the table next to the bed. Yami stirred next to him as he flipped the phone open, fighting the last tendrils of sleep.

“What the fuck do you want?” he snapped tiredly into the phone.

“Umm...Yami?” came the timid voice on the other end.

“Yugi?” Bakura asked, seeing Yami silently scold himself for not calling Yugi last night.

“Umm...yes, is Yami there?” he asked politely, a little startled, not to mention worried, as to why Bakura had Yami’s cell phone.

“It’s your hikari,” Bakura muttered handing the phone to Yami and turning over. The Pharaoh swung his legs around and sat on the edge of the bed, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello Yugi, I’m sorry I forgot to call last night.”

“Yami, why is Bakura answering your phone?” Yugi asked sounding genuinely worried.

“Because I am with him.”

“Why were you with him all...oh!” Yugi squeaked, realization dawning on him. Being his hikari, Yugi had shared nearly all of Yami’s memories when the Pharaoh regained them, and he had known of Atem’s sordid past with Ryou’s yami.

“I’ll talk to you when I get home, alright Aibou?”

“Oh, sure,” Yugi said brightly, knowing the memories had been plaguing Yami and happy he had found some answers. “Take your time, Yami!”

Yami smiled tiredly and closed the phone, only to feel Bakura’s arms wrap around his waist.

“It’s still early. Come back to sleep,” he murmured sleepily in his ear, pulling Yami with him back into the welcoming mattress. Yami smiled and let Bakura spoon against him, feeling satisfied and content for the first time since his memories had returned.