Altered Lives

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh, nor do I make any profit from this story.
Warning: Yaoi
Author’s Note: I’ve had trouble with Microsoft Word and it’s finally working again, so I could edit this chapter. It’s not the best of the lot, but it’s a bit more light-hearted than some of the others. Anyway, sorry for such a long wait, and I hope you enjoy.

Inappropriate Behavior

It seems Bakura took the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing to heart. It’s not that Yami didn’t enjoy it, but it was a little embarrassing when Bakura walked him to and from every class and insisted on kissing him goodbye and groping him inappropriately everywhere they went and in front of everyone they met.

He knew Bakura was teasing him, and normally it wouldn’t have bothered him, but school was just so...public. He’d spent the last three classes with his friends giving him scandalous looks while Bakura made sexual innuendos at every chance he got and tried to feel him up. Truly, he was flattered by the attention, but he was getting tired of everyone staring at him all the time. And not all the attention was nice. He’d been getting disgusted glares most of the day from several students, though no one had said anything outright to him. Yami figured most of that was due to the fact that Bakura was standing threateningly at his side most of the day.

Right now though, he was trying very hard to pay attention to the teacher’s lecture, but Bakura’s hand rubbing the inside of his thigh in a highly suggestive manner was extremely distracting. He tried to shake it off, but Bakura only gave him an innocent smile and went back to studiously taking notes as the teacher sent an impatient glare in their direction. Yami sighed and resigned himself to ignoring Bakura until school was over, though that was easier said than done.

If Bakura was anything, it was persistent. Yami was never so relieved they only had two classes together. He would be very surprised if there was a single person in the entire school who didn’t now know intimate details about his and Bakura’s relationship by the end of the day.

The very second they had run into Malik this morning, the Egyptian boy had grinned at them in an uncomfortably sly manner and demanded to know if Yami was a screamer. At that point, Yami thought he could not possibly get more embarrassed, but Bakura seemed to take it on himself to prove that wrong. Nearly every teacher had requested Bakura keep his hands to himself at least once today, and Yami was pretty sure they emotionally scarred a girl who had the mishap of wondering upon them when Bakura was trying to get his hand down Yami’s pants.

As annoyed with Bakura as Yami was, he couldn’t help the warm feeling he had that Bakura took their relationship to heart, even if he was being childish about it. He smiled to himself as he went to his locker to get his books for the last class of the day. Bakura’s actions may not be completely sincere, but he was still willing to be with Yami in front of other people and that was something. Something more than Yami had originally hoped for.

Yami had just made it to his locker when he felt arms wrap around him from behind and soft lips pressing to his neck, making him shiver.

Before he could even say a word, he was flipped around and pressed heavily against his locker and savagely kissed by Bakura who ground his hips against him wantonly and uncaring. Yami knew he was probably making those pathetic breathy whimpering sounds that Bakura liked so much and that they were still in the middle of the school hallway and this was in no way appropriate. He knew these things, but couldn’t seem to care any longer so he let Bakura continue to kiss him violently.

It wasn’t until a dry voice said, “Mr. Bakura, that is highly inappropriate behavior for school,” in a bored, but demanding tone, did Bakura back off and allow Yami a chance to breath. He was flushed and panting heavily and still dazed enough to wonder why they were being interrupted, though the feeling was fading quickly as his face flushed brightly.

“You know the PDA rules of this establishment, Mr. Bakura,” said their teacher in a sour tone, giving them both a look of disapproval that made Yami blush even deeper. “I trust this sort of behavior won’t be happening again?”

Bakura gave the teacher a feral grin and said in an innocent voice. “Highly inappropriate? That was only a little kiss, sir. This on the other hand, I think would be considered ‘highly inappropriate’.”

With a smirk, Bakura sunk sensuously to his knees in front of Yami, letting his hands slide down his trembling body and for a second Yami was terrified that Bakura was going to try to suck him off in front of their teacher. Instead, Bakura merely pressed his cheek to Yami’s crotch and faced the teacher with a grin as he nuzzled Yami’s increasingly obvious erection. He rubbed his cheek softly against the hardness pressing against the zipper of Yami’s pants and ran his hands up and down his thighs, making them spread a little wider much to Yami’s mortification.

Yami was frozen against the locker and ready to die of embarrassment. He could deal with the shocked stares, the whispering, and the snickering, but this was their teacher. The oldest, dullest, most prudish teacher in the school, and he was watching Bakura rub his face obscenely in Yami’s groin. Even though, after all the humiliation Bakura had put him through today, this being the crowning moment, he couldn’t help but be extremely aroused by his boldness. If Bakura decided to pull his pants down right there and suck him off in front of their teacher, hell even the entire school, he didn’t think he would stop him. After the constant teasing and frustration all day, Yami was feeling a little pent up and he had about as much embarrassment as he could stand. And Ra, Bakura turned him on so much when he was being devious.

The teacher glared at Bakura and snapped, “Try me, Bakura, and you can spend the rest of your afternoons in detention.”

Bakura stood up, still grinning and leaned flush against Yami, encircling him with his arms and reaching down to firmly grip his ass, making Yami squeak.

“Whatever you say teacher,” he said cheerily. “I promise to be a good boy.”

The teacher glared a warning at Bakura and muttered, “Get to class,” before returning to his own classroom.

Yami released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and leaned against Bakura in relief.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he whispered as relief flooded through him, though his arousal didn’t go away.

Bakura laughed softly, letting his hand trail down between them and run teasing fingertips over Yami’s clothed erection. “You weren’t planning on going to your last class were you?”

“Bakura,” Yami pleaded as his hips bucked into the soft touches.

“Well if you really want to go to class, I won’t stop you,” Bakura said dismissively, letting go of Yami and starting down the hall towards their classroom.

“Bakura!” Yami whined indignantly, running after him. The white haired yami turned at his name, a deceptively innocent look on his face.

“Yes?”

“You can’t just do that and then walk away!” Yami said pleadingly.

“So you don’t want to go to your last class then?” Bakura clarified.

“You’re terrible,” Yami said with a pout.

“You love it,” Bakura murmured as he kissed Yami softly, cupping his face and tilting it up gently.

Yami shivered and the burning lust from before was slowly replaced with that warm desire Yami felt every time Bakura touched him in a non-demanding way, not to illicit any greater response from him or tease him, just because he wanted to. It was things like this that made Yami forgive all his aggressiveness and obsceneness because whenever Bakura thought no one was watching, he would be truly sweet. Yami could never deny him anything when he was like this. He didn’t even want to try.

“I don’t really need to go to last period,” Yami said a bit breathily.

Bakura smiled at him, “There’s a bathroom down the hall.”

“Okay,” Yami said, tentatively matching Bakura’s grin. Bakura entwined his fingers with Yami’s and led him quickly down the hall, pausing to kiss him tenderly halfway down the hall.

They barely got the door open before Yami was slammed against the wall and molested. Bakura’s lips crushed against his needily, biting and prying. His hands clawed at his clothing, and Yami felt himself quickly spiraling into Bakura’s heated lust.

Teeth bit hungrily into his sensitive neck and Yami groaned in deceptively pleasant pain, but clung tighter to the firm body pressing him securely against the wall. Calloused fingers wormed under the waistband of his pants and gripped his arousal, pumping it roughly.

“Bakura!” Yami gasped; afraid someone would walk in and find them like this. “Stall.”

Bakura paid him no heed and continued to assault his neck as he pumped him furiously, keeping him pinned to the wall. Yami felt himself nearing his release quickly, and he gripped Bakura’s hair tightly and yanked his head back, finally getting the other yami’s attention.

“Wait!” Yami gasped, trying to clear his mind through the deafening haze.

“Sorry,” Bakura murmured, removing his hand from Yami’s pants and letting him catch his breath. He ducked his head and glanced at Yami, noticing the bruise beginning to color on his neck. He touched it softly with his fingers as he leaned against the wall. “Sorry.”

Yami smiled at him. “It’s okay. It was just...someone might come in.”

Bakura gave him a look that said he clearly didn’t care, but he sighed and let Yami pull him into a stall, locking it securely behind him.

When he turned around, Bakura was gazing at him with a dangerous look and arousal was radiating off him in waves. It scared and excited Yami when he was like this, so dangerous and demanding, yet truly spectacular. He was completely at Bakura’s mercy. When Bakura was like this, Yami knew once they started, no matter what he said, Bakura wouldn’t stop. But he trusted Bakura not to hurt him, and that was enough.

“Just...slowly,” Yami murmured. “Go slowly.”

Then Bakura was on him, pressing him almost painfully into the wall of the stall, pinning his hands above his head. Their faces were close together and Yami’s breath hitched at the predatory look in Bakura’s eyes, though he didn’t break the gaze. Bakura licked his lips and pressed them to Yami’s, hard but chaste, exerting his dominance over the smaller boy. Yami conceded, submitting to Bakura’s advances and letting his body relax against the other’s.

Bakura took hold of both of Yami’s arms with one hand and let the other trail down to cup Yami’s face as he deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue inside. Yami moaned softly as he felt one of Bakura’s knees nudge its way between his legs and press against his arousal. Bakura withdrew from Yami’s mouth and pressed kisses along his jaw, nipping playfully as his knee began rubbing tantalizingly against his hardened flesh.

Bakura’s fingers were pressed against his lips, and Yami accepted them gladly, sucking and running his tongue along them enticingly. His arms were suddenly released as Bakura worked at the button on Yami’s pants, popping it open one handed and sliding them down past his hips. He used his knee to move Yami’s legs farther apart before reclaiming his fingers from Yami’s mouth.

Yami was panting heavily, eyes lidded in arousal. When three of Bakura’s moistened fingers pressed into him at once, Yami’s eyes snapped open and he threw his head back into the wall with a muffled shriek. It was more than he was used to at first, but Bakura slowly worked him open, letting him adjust to the intrusion. Yami wiggled on the fingers, trying to get Bakura to hit his prostate, but the white-haired yami deftly avoided it.

After several minutes of being slowly, agonizingly teased and prepared, Bakura withdrew his fingers and helped Yami turn around to face the wall. He placed Yami’s hands at the top of the stall, helping him hold his position and pressed his body against Yami’s back.

“It’s going to hurt, I don’t have anything to make it easier,” Bakura whispered huskily in his ear. Yami shivered and rested his forehead against the wall.

“It’s okay, just do it,” he replied quietly, bracing himself against the coming pain. Bakura pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and wrapped a hand around Yami’s erection, pumping him slowly to take his mind off the pain as he pressed inside.

Yami bit his lip to hold back a cry as he was entered swiftly. Bakura continued to fist him, pressing his sweat slicked body tight to Yami’s back as he waited for him to adjust.

Blinding pain was tearing up his body, and Yami fought fiercely not to show it. Ra, did it hurt. There was too much friction and no way to ease the nearly unbearable stretch. Bakura was patiently, yet determinedly waiting for Yami to allow him to move. He swallowed and tried to push past the overwhelming feelings. It was hard, but he finally managed to ease it a bit, pushing the rest out of his mind until there was only a sharp dull ache radiating up his spine. He took a deep breath and tried to steady himself, glad Bakura was there to support him.

“Okay,” Yami said in a tense voice, waiting for the other to move.

“No it isn’t,” Bakura replied in a teasing voice. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Yami shook his head as he felt the heat building again at a terrifying pace. “I don’t care. Please Bakura!”

“Please what?” he asked coyly, and Yami could feel him grinning against his shoulder.

“Fuck me,” Yami cried out as Bakura pulled out and pushed back in quickly, making him gasp in shock.

“Gnugh, Bakura,” Yami gasped as his prostate was struck, sending a sharp pleasure piercing though the pain.

“What was that?” Bakura asked in a harsh voice as he continued to slam into Yami, ceasing his earlier ministrations to grasp both of the smaller boy’s hips so he could thrust at a better angle.

“Fuck me,” Yami moaned as the sharp spikes of pleasure increased, completely overwhelming the previous discomfort. “Please Bakura. Fuck me!”

Bakura increased his efforts, slamming harder into Yami’s body as his moans grew louder and more erotic. He pressed his body against Yami’s again, his hips continuing to snap erratically as he whispered heatedly in the other boy’s ear.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he growled. “You look so fucking hot when you’re embarrassed. All I could think about was pounding into you, just like this. Every time some stupid little cunt would look at you, all I wanted to do was fuck you till you bleed.”

Yami moaned softly at the words and let his head rest against Bakura’s shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to stave off his orgasm.

“Say my name,” Bakura growled in his ear.

Yami opened his mouth to comply, but the only sound he could make was a breathy gasp as Bakura’s deft fingers stroked the sensitive skin of his abdomen, trailing alluringly lower.

“Say. My. Name,” Bakura said in a dangerously serious voice, abandoning his teasing caresses and wrapping his fingers around the base of Yami’s cock and squeezing to keep him from cumming.

“Bakura!” Yami cried, more in shock of the sudden constriction than anything. Bakura’s fingers loosened. He trailed them light and teasingly up and down Yami’s length.

“Bakura Bakura Bakura,” Yami moaned, repeating the name over and over as he felt his orgasm building again, Bakura’s touches only making him more frustrated.

With one last cry of Bakura’s name, Yami came suddenly and violently, spurting all over the wall in front of him. He gasped, trying to catch his breath as Bakura sped up his final thrusts and emptied himself inside Yami in a hot stream.

It was all Yami could do to cling desperately to the wall as his knees buckled beneath him. Bakura’s arms were suddenly around him, supporting him as they both sunk to the floor. He leaned against Bakura’s chest, burying his face in his neck and inhaling the scent of sex that clung to them both.

Bakura’s fingers were rubbing soothing circles across his back as Yami tried to catch his breath. His afterglow was fading quickly as a dull ache overtook it, and he pressed closer to Bakura as he tried to preserve it.

“You’re bleeding,” Bakura murmured as he ran his fingers softly through Yami’s hair.

Yami figured he probably was. He had felt something tear earlier, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care. He was too comfortable in Bakura’s arms and sleep was slowly invading his senses.

Just as Yami was drifting into comforting oblivion, Bakura stood, pulling him up with him. “The last bell just rang,” he said, amusement in his voice at the confused look on Yami’s face.

He helped Yami clean up and pull their clothes back on properly. As Yami was fiddling with the lock on the stall, Bakura pulled him back turning him around to face him.

He smiled at him warmly. “Thanks,” he said before cupping his face and kissing him softly.

“For what?” Yami murmured, resting his forehead against Bakura’s.

Bakura’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a warm embrace. “For this,” he said as he kissed him again.

As they left the bathroom, Bakura entwined their fingers as they walked side by side through the crowded halls. Yami was grinning at Bakura’s obvious sweetness and pressed closer to his side as they exited the building.