Altered Lives

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings: Yaoi
Author’s Note: Here is the last one I have written so far, but I plan on working on the next one soon. This one’s a little emotional, but the next is going to be much more fun and relaxed.

Thanks to everyone who reads this story and reviews!


What You Think of Me

It had been nearly a month since he had met Bakura at the bus stop, and Yami had seen him six times. Each time they had gone back to his place and fucked, Bakura continuously introducing Yami to some new form of pleasure. He had never felt as wonderful and alive as when he was with Bakura. The thief made his skin heat up and his heart beat faster. He could barely breathe over the sensations Bakura aroused within him. It was magnificent and Yami loved it.

The more times they were together, the more Yami began to realize that it wasn’t the sex that he loved, it was Bakura. The thought scared him and excited him. He’d never loved anyone like that before. He loved Yugi and his friends. He had loved his father and his priests. But he’d never loved anyone that initiated such a response from his body and his heart. He often wondered if his feelings were returned to any degree. He suspected the thief liked him since he never turned him down, but he had no idea how far Bakura’s feelings for him went. And neither did Yugi.

It was after that month that he had finally been confronted. Yugi had worried about his renewed relationship with Bakura, Yami knew this. But his little hikari was respectful about it. At least at first. He hadn’t even realized his other friends knew much of his affairs with Bakura until they all confronted him in a sort of intervention.

Yugi was worried Bakura was going to hurt him, and it seemed once he shared his worries with Anzu, Honda, and Jonouchi, they felt the same. They were afraid Yami was falling in love with a man who only used him and didn’t really care for him.

Yami didn’t mind that all they did was haves sex. It was always a new experience, and it was exciting. Yami knew that deep down; Bakura cared for him, at least a little. Or he used to. But after his friends had respectfully expressed their concern, Yami started to wonder.

Did Bakura love him? Was Bakura using him?

Did he care?

It wasn’t until the last question that Yami truly understood his friends’ concern. Maybe he didn’t care. Maybe Bakura was using him, and he just let it happen. Yami knew he couldn’t refuse the thief anything. He did love Bakura, but he didn’t want to lose himself in what they did. He didn’t want to alienate his friends and become so wrapped up in someone who didn’t give a care about him.

It had been Yugi, blinking at him with his wide eyes and saying in a quiet but sincere voice, “Yami, we love you, and we just don’t want to see you get hurt,” that had truly made up Yami’s mind. He was going to have to talk to Bakura.

*****

Yami was pressed against the mattress and groped delightfully as Bakura suckled at his neck, leaving a faint bruise. Yami wound his fingers in the thief’s hair and bucked into the hard body above him. He wanted so much to lose himself in the sensations Bakura created, but he’d promised Yugi. And himself.

“Bakura,” Yami gasped as the thief bit at a particularly sensitive spot. “Please, slow down.”

Bakura grunted, but removed his hand from Yami’s crotch and sat up, looking at him questioningly. “What?”

“I just...Well, I was wondering...Umm...Do you...” Yami stuttered, trying desperately to come up with the right words.

Bakura sighed and got off Yami, sitting on the edge of the bed and letting the former pharaoh move to sit next to him. Yami did so, staring at the ground and biting his lip as he twisted his fingers in his lap.

“What is it Yami?” Bakura asked, trying to peer at the other boy’s face.

“Do you...see other people?” he finally said quietly.

Bakura shrugged. “Occasionally, why?”

“Oh,” Yami whispered.

“What’s going on?” Bakura asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

“Yugi thinks your taking advantage of me. Using me.”

Bakura narrowed his eyes. “And what do you think?”

Yami was silent for a moment. Finally, he looked at Bakura and said, “I really like you Bakura. I like what we do together, but I don’t think I can do it like this. If you aren’t serious about this...this relationship, then I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“So your hikari opens his big mouth and you suddenly have a problem with this arrangement?” Bakura demands.

Yami looks at him pleadingly. “I can’t refuse you Bakura, and I don’t want to be one of those people that will just let others hurt them.”

Bakura grinned. “You can’t refuse me?” he asked maliciously, scooting closer to Yami and pressing his lips hotly to his ear. “So no matter what you say, if I keep doing this, you won’t say no?”

Yami shivered as Bakura ran his tongue along the shell of his ear.

“Bakura.” The name turned into a whimper as the thief let his fingers smooth up Yami’s thigh and across the erection that was obvious under the fabric of his pants.

“No matter what I do to you, you’ll never say no?” Bakura whispers as he attacks Yami’s neck with his mouth, sucking and biting harshly, fingers gripping the hair at the base of his neck and twisting it painfully. His other hand had found its way back between his legs and was stroking roughly through his pants.

Yami tried to fight the tears that were threatening to spill over. He hadn’t expected this. He thought Bakura would at least respect him enough to leave, even if he didn’t want more with Yami. But he was using him, and he was still using him, and Yami was letting him.

So this was what Bakura really thought of him. He hadn’t expected it to hurt so much.

Bakura pulled the collar of Yami’s shirt down to expose more of his neck and collarbone, biting the newly revealed skin as harshly as the rest. His hand that was groping between his legs popped the button on his pants and began to slide inside and Yami was ashamed that he bucked into the contact.

“Don’t,” he sputtered in a choked voice when Bakura’s hand wrapped around his penis.

Bakura immediately backed off, letting go of Yami. He was a bit shocked to see the tears running down his face. His trembling fingers tried to button his pants and he refused to look at Bakura. The thief watched him struggle over it for a minute, and then wrapped an arm around Yami’s waist and pulled the smaller boy close to him.

Yami looked at him, startled by the sudden gentle contact. His eyes were wet and full of hurt, and Bakura couldn’t stop himself from pressing a soft kiss to those trembling lips.

It was a quick, chaste kiss, but Bakura didn’t pull back afterwards. He pressed his forehead against Yami’s and held his body against him.

“Bakura please,” Yami murmured in a choked voice.

Bakura wiped the tears gently from Yami’s face with the pads of his thumbs.

Yami gripped his wrists and took a deep breath. “Don’t. Don’t pretend to be nice.”

“What do you want, Yami?” Bakura asked softly. “Do you want me to be your boyfriend?”

“It sounds silly when you say it like that,” Yami murmured, releasing Bakura’s wrists.

Bakura pulled back from Yami, looking at him properly. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Yami admitted, bracing himself for Bakura’s reaction.

“Okay,” Bakura said, and Yami blinked at him.

“Okay?” he asked uncertainly.

“Sure,” Bakura said with a grin. “I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“You will?” Yami asked in disbelief.

“Sure, baby,” Bakura said, kissing him softly. Yami smiled against his lips and wrapped his arms around Bakura’s neck, pulling himself into the other yami’s lap. Bakura deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into Yami’s mouth.

Suddenly, Yami pulled back and slapped him across the face.

“Mother of Ra!” Bakura cursed. “What was that for?”

“You could have just said you would,” Yami said with a pout. “You didn’t have to be such a jerk. I thought you...”

“I’m sorry, Yami,” Bakura interrupted, rubbing his thigh and kissing him lightly.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered, slipping his hand under Yami’s shirt to caress his stomach, making Yami giggled. He liked it when Bakura made things up to him.

Bakura kissed him again, slipping his tongue between Yami’s lips to explore his mouth, and his thumb was moving in soothing circles on his thigh. Before Yami knew it, his shirt had slipped over his head and Bakura was working on pulling his pants down. Yami lifted his hips to make it easier and let Bakura push him back against the mattress as he ravished his mouth again, his hands touching him everywhere, making him gasp and squirm.

Suddenly, Bakura flipped them over so Yami was on top. He looked down at Bakura questioningly, but he only grinned.

“I said I’d make it up to you,” Bakura murmured, rolling his hips into Yami’s. “Don’t you want to top?”

Yami’s eyes widened considerably. “Really?”

“Mhmm,” Bakura said with a grin, rolling his hips again.

“What—What if I do it wrong?” he asked timidly.

“I’ll guide you through it, baby,” Bakura purred.

Yami looked unsure. “What if I can’t make it good?”

Bakura leaned up and whispered heatedly in his ear. “I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that.”

A shiver ran through Yami’s body. “Okay,” he whispered, his boxers suddenly feeling unbelievably tight.

Bakura pulled his pants off and Yami did the same with his boxers. Once they were both naked, Bakura turned his back to Yami and bent down on his hands and knees, lifting his ass in the air. Yami stopped breathing as he watched Bakura offer himself to him.

He was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous kneeled in front of him, spread and inviting. It took Yami several minutes to remember he needed to breath. He let his fingers glide over the smooth skin of his ass as he stared at him in awe.

“Here,” Bakura said, tossing a little tube of lubricant over his shoulder. Yami caught it and unscrewed the top, not taking his eyes off of Bakura’s lithe body stretched before him. He spread some on his fingers, a delicious shiver spreading through his body as he pressed them to Bakura’s entrance, circling the enticing ring of muscles before pushing a finger inside. He watched in fascination as his finger disappeared inside the thief. Bakura groaned quietly and pushed back, making Yami’s breath catch in his throat.

“More,” Bakura moaned, and Yami added a second finger, thrusting in and out of the willing body beneath him. He trailed the fingertips of his other hand over Bakura’s skin, delighting as the muscles trembled beneath them. He crooked his fingers experimentally inside Bakura and was rewarded with a gasp.

“Mmm, do that again,” Bakura moaned, pressing his face into the pillow as Yami flicked his fingers over his prostate. Yami had never seen anything more arousing in his life than when Bakura’s body undulated beneath him every time he brushed that spot. His passage was tight and hot, clamping around Yami’s fingers and he ached so badly to have his cock in there. Bakura was moaning and whimpering, making sounds Yami had never heard from him before. He scissored his fingers apart inside him and pressed deeper, soon adding a third.

He stretched him carefully, reveling in the encasing heat, his cock dripping precum all over the sheets.

“Okay,” Bakura gasped. “I’m ready.”

Yami withdrew his fingers, letting them trail down Bakura’s thigh before he gripped the thief’s hips and positioned himself at his entrance. He paused, wondering if Bakura was really going to let him do this.

“Please,” Bakura whispered in a strained voice, pushing back into Yami. Yami uttered a choked noise and slowly slid into Bakura, hissing as blinding heat encircled him.

Once he was fully seated, Yami had to lean over and rest his head on Bakura’s back, panting heavily and trying to not cum immediately. It was the most sensational thing he’d ever felt, Bakura’s muscles gripping around him with a maddening pressure. He didn’t think he could last long.

“You okay?” Bakura asked, his voice strained.

Yami nodded against his back. “Yeah, you?”

“Yes,” he replied, pushing back experimentally, making Yami gasp. Yami pulled out and slid back in slowly, gaining confidence as the little sounds Bakura was making became more erotic.

“Harder!” Bakura gasped, and Yami complied pounding into that tight welcoming heat as fast as he could manage. As his body started to go rigid with his orgasm, Yami remembered Bakura and reached underneath them, wrapping his hand firmly around his erection. He jerked it a few times before Bakura’s muscles clamped tightly around him and Yami was thrown unexpectedly into orgasm. His vision went blank and when it cleared, he was collapsed on top of Bakura, panting profusely.

“I—did you?” Yami gasped, trying to catch his breath and roll off of Bakura, but he was feeling very heavy and found moving rather hard. Bakura helped him, turning over and pulling Yami against him. He was panting just as hard, Yami was relieved to see.

“Mmm,” Bakura moaned happily. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Yami agreed, still a little dazed. “Yeah it was.”

Bakura chuckled softly and wrapped an arm comfortably around the other boy’s shoulders.

“So,” Bakura said casually. “What do you want out of this relationship?”

Yami glanced at him. “You want to talk about our relationship, now?”

Bakura shrugged. “Why not.”

Yami smiled softly. “Well, I think most people work out their relationships, and then they have sex.”

Bakura cocked an eyebrow at him. “And how many relationships have you been in?”

Yami blushed and looked away. “How many have you been in?” he demanded.

Bakura laughed. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Yami was silent for a moment. “How many have you been in?” he asked quietly.

“I was never one for actual relationships,” Bakura answered. “Just this one,” he added when Yami looked alarmed.

“Oh,” he replied softly.

Bakura gave him an amused look. “So am I supposed to take you to dinner and buy you flowers and hold your hand and walk you to class now?”

Yami blushed faintly, twisting in Bakura’s arms to get more comfortable. “No, you don’t have to do that stuff.”

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

Yami shrugged. “I don’t know, I didn’t really think about it.”

“Then why the sudden need to formalize?” Bakura asked curiously.

“I just wanted to see you more,” Yami replied. “And to know that it was just me.”

Bakura smiled at him. “You’re not very demanding are you?”

Yami smiled shyly. “I just want to be with you.”

Bakura kissed him softly, but Yami curled his fingers into the thief’s hair, unwilling to let him go. “Don’t worry, Yami. You are.”

*****Later that Night*****

Bakura, having grown bored after Yami left, went to his hikari’s apartment. He found him seated on the sofa watching one of his weird British films. Bakura had sighed dejectedly as he turned to leave, but he finally surrendered to Ryou’s pleadingly look. He flopped down on the couch, resting his head in his hikari’s lap and Ryou absently began stroking Bakura’s hair as he watched the movie intently.

“Can I ask you a question, Bakura?” Ryou asked suddenly, pausing in stroking his yami’s hair.

“Sure,” Bakura murmured sleepily.

“Promise you’ll answer truthfully?” he asked.

“Whatever. What the fuck do you want to know?” he asked, irritated that Ryou was interrupting his nap. He had just fallen asleep.

“Do you love Yami?”

Bakura sat up and leaned back in the sofa next to Ryou, staring at the movie screen for the first time all night, in silence and looking uncomfortable. Ryou watched him expectantly.

“You’ve been talking with the Yugi-tachi haven’t you?” he asked bitterly.

“Do you?” Ryou probed, ignoring the question and eyes wide with curiosity.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business,” Bakura muttered.

Ryou’s eyes lit up, “You do, don’t you!”

“Yes,” Bakura admitted softly after a long silence. “I do.”

“Really?” Ryou asked, eyes shining.

“Yes,” Bakura growled, “I fucking love him. I love him so much that whenever I am with anybody else, all I can think about is being with him.”

Ryou stared at him. “Aww, yami, that’s so sweet.”

“Shut up Ryou,” Bakura grumbled. Ryou grinned happily, but didn’t say another word, instead returning his attention to the movie.

Bakura, however, was shocked at his own declaration. He supposed he did love Yami. He’d certainly never felt this way about anyone before. He’d never cared for anyone besides his family and his hikari. But he cared for Yami.

He would never admit it, but he was touched when Yami had said that he just wanted to be with him. It was simple and sweet, but it made Bakura feel wanted in a way he had never felt before. It made him feel loved.