I Give My Heart To You

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or Pokemon or the characters therein.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships). It also contains male/ female sex and relationships with references to female/ female sex and relationships, (a little something for everyone) swearing, violence, references to rape, guns and all sorts of other facf lif life people find offensive. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.


CHAPTER WARNING**THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A BAKURA/ RYOU LEMON**

Author’s Notes
“indicates normal speech of course”
{Yugi’s thoughts either to himself or Yami}
{{Yami’s thought’s either to himself or Yugi}}
[ Ryou’s thought him himself or Bakura]
[[Bakura’s thoughts to himself or to Ryou]]
Dream sequences
*Person on the other end of the phone*
‘Thoughts of persons without a yami’

MY HEART I GIVE TO YOU
By Terra
Chapter 6

Amara looked at the clock, 3:42 am, “I knew it was too good to last.” She drug herself out of bed, to retrieve a very insistent Kira from her crib. “I know you’re hungry. Breakfast’s coming.”

Twenty minutes later, she groped her way through the dark mansion to the kitchen. Why go back to bed? It would take her a half hour to fall asleep and then Kira would wake up at 5:30 to start her day. Sleeping for an hour would hurt more in the long run than just staying up.

She winced at the brightness when she clicked on the range light then rummaged around for a coffee cup intent on fixing some instant.

“The cups are on the left of the coffee maker.”

Amara screeched, jumping about a foot off the floor. She cracked her hip on the counter in the process. “Bakura!” She glared at the white haired thief, trying to get her heart back in her chest where it belonged. “You scared the shit out of me.”

He sipped his drink, “Coffee’s fresh.”

She poured a cup and joined him at the table. “So why are you sitting here by your self in the dark, scaring the shit out of people?”

He shrugged, “Ryou just got to sleep.”

Amara twirled a spoon in her cup, “He’s pretty upset, poor guy.”

“He wasn’t until he talked to that bastard father of his.”

She looked at him, questioningly. “He’s not coming back?”

Bakura sat back in his chair, running a finger along the rim of his cup. “He said Ryou can fax the stuff he needs to sign for repairs... or destruction.” A low growl came from the white haired spirit, “His son nearly dies and the fucker says to fax him.”

She laid her hand on the angry spirit’s wrist. Bakura stared at it before placing his own on top, “Thank you, little sister.”

They sat in comfortable silence until Bakura’s stomach made itself known. Amara brought some leftover pie from the refrigerator along with two forks to the table. “Choose your weapon.”

“Is it not customary to use plates?” Bakura took a utensil.

She dug a large chunk out of the pastry, “Ppfft, only if we leave evidence.” Bakura smirked, following her example.

After refilling their cups, Amara gave her new found sibling a serious look. “You love Ryou don’t you?” She held her left hand up at the death glare from the fiend. “Brother, talk to me.”

“He’s weak,” Bakura stabbed at the pie.

Amara took a bite, chewing thoughtfully, “I’d say he’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.”

“How do you get that? He’s frail.”

“He’s not the strongest physically, true, but he has strength of spirit.”

“What good is that in a fight?”

“Maybe nothing, maybe everything,” Amara speared a piece of fruit out from under Bakura’s fork. “Depends on the fight.”

“I think you took in some smoke too little sister,” Bakura glared at her as she swallowed the sweet morsel.

“He’s never said anything hateful to you has he?” Amara gave him a hard look. Bakura’s eyes widened in realization. “How many people have the strength to take abuse from someone then forgive them? He loves you even if you refuse to see it.”

Bakura sat back, arms crossed, “He’s enough of a weakness for me as it is.”

Amara had a flash of Bakura as a child, cowering in a corner. A tall man stood over him, holding a thin stick. It was obvious what was happening. “I’d say he’s your strength.”

Bakura glanced up at her from under his snow white bangs, “How do you get that? If he is taken by an enemy, he’d be used against me. A weakness.”

“How hard would you fight to get him back?”

“To my last breath.” Bakura didn’t hesitate to answer.

“If he was hungry, what would you do?”

“Steal him food.”

“If he was hurt what would you do?”

“Kill whoever touched him. Heal him.”

“When you are away from him, where do you want to be?”

Bakura opened his mouth as if to speak then snapped it closed. He started stabbing angrily at the remaining pastry in the tin.

Amara pushed the pie away and took Bakura’s hands in hers, “What are you afraid of?”

“Nothing.”

A vision of Bakura running down dirty,wdedwded alleys chased by armed men flashed across her eyes. “Don’t lie to me brother.”

Bakura stared at her, the war raging within visible in his eyes. “I can’t love him, little sister. I don’t know how.”

Amara pulled him into a comforting embrace, “Let him show you.”

“How can he accept me? I’ve caused him nothing but pain.”

“I think you should ask him. You may be surprised with his answers.”

“I can offer him nothing. I’m a common thief in this world.”

Amara saw a lean, fierce man was creeping slowly along a dark tunnel. He carried a single torch and a bulging sack. Bakura as a young man.

“Do not view yourself through your eyes but through Ryou’s. You protect him, provide for him, and ease his loneliness. Your love is all he wants.” Amara lightly kissed her brother’s cheek, “Do you care enough for him to try?”

“He is my light; I would die again for him.”

“Then the first thing you need to do is tell him exactly what you told me.” Amara checked the clock on the wall. “He has to talk to the police and meet with the insurance adjuster this morning, but this afternoon, when I take Kira to the doctor, talk to him.” She put their dishes in the sink and held her hand out to the spirit. “Come on, crawl in bed with him and get some sleep. You need it.”

Standing, Bakura took her hand, pulling her to him. “Thank you little sister. You give me courage. I will praise the day you came to me for all eternity.”

“I love you, my brother, with all my heart.”

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“Amara you should be very pleased, your daughter is extremely healthy for being born so early.” Doctor Ersoy refastened Kira’s diaper, signaling for her mother to dress her. “Have you started her on juices or cereals yet?”

Amara shook her head. “You may if you’d like. Just one food at a time and wait a few days before introducing a new item.” He handed her a stapled set of papers. “Now she needs some vaccinations, some blood work for our records, and then you may go. I would like to see her in one month for reevaluation on possible birth defects.”

Amara knew he would want to see Kira again, the possibility of developmental damage from early delivery had not been completely ruled out yet.

Seto looked at the doctor, “Birth defects?”

“Yes,” Amara refused to let him see the worry in her eyes. “Since Kira was premature, she may have impaired hearing or vision, developmental delays, neurological disorders, and she is still in danger of SIDS.”

Seto looked like she had just read Kira’s death sentence.

“There is a percentage of premature children who have no long lasting effects. They usually catch up to their age group by the time they enter school and are perfectly healthy the rest of their lives. Some children, with highly devoted parents even surpass their peers. Right now, it is a little early to make a full determination.”

Amara placed Kira in her carrier, preparing to leave. “Amara, I would also like for you to schedule an appointment at your earliest convenience for a complete physical as well.”

“Do you have time now, doctor?” Seto asked. “I can take Kira to the lab for her vaccinations and blood draw while Amara has her examination.”

“I believe we can arrange something, one moment, please.” The doctor left the room.

“I tht yot you had to get to the office this afternoon?”

Seto looked up from tickling Kira’s cheek, “I rescheduled my meetings and completed any necessary paperwork this morning. I wanted to be available if needed.”

Amara crossed her arms, smiling as the richest man in Japan wiped drool from Kira’s chin with his finger. “Why the insistence I be seen now?” She handed him a tissue.

Seto didn’t have time to answer, the doctor rapped once on the door then entered. “I can fit you in now,” he said. Seto picked up carrier with child leaving the doctor to examine Amara.

When Amara came out there was only two people in the waiting room, a man in a ball cap and black leather jacket, and Seto, cradling Kira to his chest, seething.

“Well, Mr. Kaiba you have a very healthy family here. Just make sure Amara increases her caloric intake by 2000, she is greatly underweight for a nursing mother. And I have a prescription for her some vitamin supplements.” They shook hands, thanking the doctor before he went to see to his other patients.

“You look pissed,” Amara commented, putting a jacket on the baby.

“The assholes staffing that lab are completely incompetent.”

She grinned at the furious CEO, “They pricked her foot, squeezed it to get enough blood, and she screamed.”

Seto looked incredulous, “You knew?” She nodded. “And you find that acceptable?” Again she nodded. Seto glared.

“How on earth did you handle the vaccinations?”

Seto cleared his throat, “They wouldn’t let me in with her.”

“Why not?”

“I threatened to have the entire lab staff fired when they didn’t stop.” Laughing, Amara set her daughter in the carrier.

Seto was reaching for the door as the receptionist called out to them. “Mr. Kaiba, we need a family name for Kira and Amara for our files, sir.”

He answered without hesitation, “Kaiba.” He opened the door, leading a stunned Amara to the waiting limo.

Neither noticed the man, wearing the black leather jacket leave the doctor’s office behind them. He watched the couple intently, talking on a cell phone.

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“You’re a hustler. You. Are. A. Pool. Hustler. Admit it!” Joey was a tiny bit irritated.

“No I’m not,” Amara cleared the table for the third time in a row playing against the blonde.

“Then explain that,” he jabbed a finger at the counter on the wall. Amara was ahead of everyone.

“Simple geometry.”

Tristan took Joey’s pool cue, taking his turn against the red head. “You slept through that class.” Joey stuck his tongue out at the brunet.

“Hey, where’s Yami and Bakura?” Amara wondered. Everyone looked around, surprised the King of Games was not participating in the impromptu tournament.

“I saw them both sitting at the dining room table.” Mokuba said, returning from getting sodas. “They had papers strewn all over the place.”

Amara sighed, handing her cue to Yugi. “Play for me. I’ll be back.”

Both spirits were hunched over a copy of the scroll, “This symbol looks like a flying stork than a more common bird.”

“That makes no sense.” The tomb robber slammed a fist on the table, hard.

“It would if it was flying over the Nile.”

“Hey, you two, get in there and hang out with us.” Amara took on a no nonsense stance.

“We are trying to complete the translations...”

“Then do it when everyone is not together. These weekends are for you guys too.” She said, cutting off the duelist’s protest.

“We have responsibilities.”

Amara groaned, another stubborn man for her to have to deal with. “Just because you are a former Pharaoh, doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with your friends. Don’t make me bring out the big guns,” she smirked. “I know you guys cave when your lights go all cute on you.”

Yami stared blankly at her. Her words pulled up a past memory. A young Yami sat in a room with a young girl he only recognized as his friend. She wanted him to play a game with her. “Just because you are to be Pharaoh doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with your friends,” she had told him.

He was snapped back to the present by the annoying sound of fingers snapping in his ear. He stood, rolling the papers and placing them in their respective tubes. “We shall join you.”

“Look what the cat drug in.” Amara called out, walking back into the billiards room. “And no work for you either.” For a brief moment, Amara thought about closing Seto’s laptop but decided to place her hand in front of the screen instead.

Everyone went still, expecting to be witnesses to a homicide. The CEO did not tolerate disruptions when working. They were equally surprised when he simply saved his documents and closed the computer.

Amara stared at him suspiciously a second before turning to Yugi, who was getting skunked by Tristan. “Yugi don’t choke up so much on the stick.”

“I’m too short,” the diminutive duelist complained.

“No you aren’t,” Amara demonstrated a better way for him to hold the cue stick and he was soon sinking balls like a pro.

Joey joined Seto on the sofa. He noticed the brunet watching Amara, rather intently. “You like her,” he grinned.

“Mind your business, mutt.”

“Calling me ‘mutt’ doesn’t change the fact you like her.” Seto glared at the grinning blond. “Why don’t you go for it?”

“You may want to reenter the real world, pup.”

Yami perched himself on the arm of the sofa, “If you are attracted to her, Kaiba, act on it.”

“People are attracted to me for three reasons, money, power, and looks. Strip that away and what’s left anyone would waste their time with.”

Yami and Joey were shocked not only by the fact that the billionaire voiced something so personal but also that he voiced it to them.

“That’s not true Seto and you know it.” Tristan stood behind the group. Yugi, having won their game was now playing Mokuba.

“Really?” Seto narrowed his eyes, “Why were you attracted to me Tristan?” The shorter brunet blushed.

“Well I know it’s a load of crap and I wanted to break that wall you got built up. Nobody could be that cold,” Joey matched the CEO frown for frown. “Besides clean the wax out, Kaiba. He said if you were attracted to her not the other way around.”

After a tense silence, Seto sighed. “It doesn’t matter what I want, I have...responsibilities.”

“Mokuba’s set for the rest of his life, like a king I might add. Kaiba Corp could fold tomorrow and you’d still be able to live like this. Gozuboro’s dead and you have enough influence no one else can touch either of you.” Tristan crossed his arms, pleased at having shot down Seto’s excuse. “What other responsibilities do you have?”

“She’ll never stay once she knows the truth.” Seto said flatly.

“The truth of you and your adoptive father?”

Seto whipped around, staring wide eyed at the spirit of the puzzle. “What do you know and how did you find out. No one knows.”

“Mokuba knows more than you think, and he has figured out a great deal.” Panic flashed in Seto’s eyes. “He does not know about the sexual abuse.” Yami quietly reassured him.

“You judge yourself way too hard, Seto,” Tristan squeezed his shoulder.

“I’d say I was a cold hearted, beaten, worthless bastard slut.”

“I outta fuckin’ punch you in your damn mouth.” Joey wagriegrier than they had ever seen him. “That’s fuckin’ shit.”

“Amara would never view you that way, Kaiba. She is like Yugi and Ryou, she accepts people as they are.” Yami turned to Seto, “We are your friends. We want to help you, but our efforts are only making matters worse. You need someone who can touch your heart. You need to find your hikari.”

“My heart is dead; it has been for a long time.”

“No it’s not Seto. Anyone who sees you with Mokuba knows that.” Tristan leaned closer to the tall man, keeping his voice low, “Seto, you don’t trust us enough to let us in. Its one thing to let someone touch your body and another to let them touch you heart. She could be one one for you”

“Amara liked Tea, hell she even accepted Bakura and he doesn’t hide anything from anybody. Look at him now.” Joey tilted his head towards the white haired man, sitting beside Ryou, holding Kira.

“As with the tomb robber, Amara has made an impression on you; she may be able to do what we can’t.” Yami was impressed with the changed thief.

Seto was stopped from commenting by the outraged voice of said spirit of the ring. “Ra be damned!! She pissed on me!!” The room erupted in laugher.

“She was just marking her territory,” Amara managed between laughs. “Now she needs a bath.”

“May I?” Ryou asked taking the damp child from his damp yami.

Amara shrugged, “If you want to, everything is in my bathroom; she gets sleepy when she gets a bath so just put her in her crib.”

“I’m helping,” Mokuba jumped up.

“Bring down the monitor when you come back, Mokuba!” Amara called after the raven haired boy.

“I need a shower too. Now.” Grumbling, Bakura left as well, returning shortly with wet hair and a new shirt.

Seto was playing against Tristan when Mokuba came back down. He informed the group Kira was asleep and Ryou was going to bed.

Only Amara noticed Bakura slip silently from the room.

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Bakura stood outside his light’s room, hand poised to knock, heart pounding, sweating. He hadn’t been this nervous stealing the first time. Of course not, the only thing at risk then was his life, now it was considerably more. He swallowed hard and knocked.

“Come in.”

He took a deep breath and turned the knob.

Ryou looked up from drying his hair. “Why did you knock?” he asked surprised.

“You rather I just barge in?”

“You usually do.”

Bakura blinked. His hikari was honest. “Do want me to go?”

Ryou knew something was up with Bakura if he were here in his room, and there was only one way to find out, “No.” He picked up a brush and began to comb out his hair.

Sitting behind his light, Bakura took the brush, “I’ll help.” He worked the bristles through Ryou’s long snowy locks, careful not to pull, “I want to talk to you.”

Ryou tensed, “About what?”

“Us,” he finger combed Ryou’s bangs and ear tails back then resumed brushing. “I talked to little sister this morning while you were sleeping.” Ryou began trembling.

Bakura closed his eyes, sighing when he felt the shudders run through his light’s body. “I won’t hurt you Ryou,” he ran a soothing hand down the long tresses after each brush stroke.

“W-What did s-she s-say?” Ryou couldn’t stop his voice from shaking.

“You would be able to show me how to love you.”

Ryou spun around, facing his yami wide eyed, “Me teach you to love me?”

Bakura nodded. He brushed his fingertips down Ryou’s cheek. “I know I love you but how do I show you? I thought that was what I was doing when I took you by force, but you reacted like I always did. I know I never felt anything but hate for those who took me.” He dropped his hand to his lap, locking his gaze on it. “You must hate me.”

Bakura saw Ryou’s delicate hands slip over his. He looked up, through his bangs, seeing his light’s tear streaked face. [[He is so very beautiful, even when he cries.]]

“I don’t hate you Bakura. I love you. I forgave you all those things long ago, because I love you.”

“I hurt you.”

“It was all you knew.”

“I am a thief, unworthy of you.”

“You protect me.”

“Idarkdarkness.”

“You are my other half.” Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura, “I love you, yami. I always have.”

He held his light close, feeling warm tears slid down his neck. “Hikari...”

“No,” Ryou pulled back, placing his hand on his dark’s lips. “We can talk more tomorrow; right now it’s enough knowing we both want this. I’m tired and don’t want to be overly emotional when we talk.”

Sighing, Bakura rose from the bed, “I’ll go.”

“No!” Ryou grabbed him. “m. “Stay with me Bakura. Please.”

Dark and light stared at each other, both expecting the other to change his mind. “You want to...?” Bakura let the question hang.

“No, just hold me while I sleep,” his voice hopeful.

“I’ll stay.”

Ryou turned down the bed while Bakura undressed down to his boxers. Bakura turned out the light then slid in next to Ryou, drawing him into his arms.

Rou nuzzled against the warm chest, wrapping his arms around his dark’s waist. “Thank you, yami. I love you.”

“I love you, Ryou.” Bakura closed his eyes, [[Please don’t let me make you regret that.]]

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Amara set the heavy tray on the hall table then lightly scratched at Ryou’s closed door, hoping it would be enough to wake the spirit of the ring. As luck would have it, it was. But considering the angry scowl on his snarling face, Amara wasn’t too sure it was such a good idea.

She plastered the biggest smile she could on her face, handing him the tray. “I got breakfast for you guys.”

Bakura didn’t move.

Time to get tough. “Take the damn thing and feed your lover breakfast in bed. It’s a romance thing.” She shoved the tray into his stomach, pushing him back a few steps and closed the door.

She prayed she wouldn’t die that day.

Amara turned to see Seto standing in the doorway of his bedroom, wearing a royal blue robe. “Where’s mine?” he asked. She smirked, pointing behind him.

There was a covered tray setting on a chair by his door.

Tessa stepped off the stairs followed by Andrew, each carrying a pair of trays. “I put enough food on there for two if you’d like to eat together.” They watched as trays were placed by each occupied room and Andrew knocked announcing breakfast waiting outside the door.

“Well?”

“Sure, thank you.” Amara followed Seto into his room.

His room was amazing. The first thing that caught Amara’s eye was the huge, hand carved trio of Blue Eyes White Dragons that served as a headboard to the largest bed she had ever seen. The bed had shear drapes hanging from a velvet canopy that could be drawn closed around the bed. The room was decorated in shades of blue, silver, and white. The floor was hardwood with a mural of some kind painted on the wood before being sealed.

Seto sat on the bed watching Amara studying the floor. “Look up.”

She jumped at his voice, “Huh?”

He pointed to the ceiling. “Look up. It’s the same as on the floor.”

She looked up to see a battle between numerous creatures she recognized from the Duel Monsters cards Yugi had shown her. “Nice.” She joined him on the bed. “I guess there are a few perks to being the man of the house.”

“Mokuba had his ceiling painted with Pokemon. He’s been talking about changing it the last few months.” Seto set the tray between them on the bed. “So whose idea was this?”

“Well I suggested doing it for Bakura and Ryou and Tessa decided to do it for everyone. She said something about strawberries and whipped cream that made Andrew blush.”

Seto chuckled softly, “They are very much in love.” He uncovered the tray.

“Tessa said it was your favorite.” She motioned to the still steaming western omelet.

“It is,” he held out a bite sized piece. “Try some.” Blushing, Amara accepted the bite. Seto took some for himself watching her.

They continued that way, Seto feeding Amara and making small talk until she shook her head at the offered bite. “I don’t care for green peppers that much, but I will tahis.his.” She plucked a mushroom off the piece of pepper.

Seto was so intent on watching Amara eat the mushroom from her fingers, he let his hold on the chopsticks slack. Trying to keep from dropping the food, he accidentally sent it sailing to land in Amara’s hand.

“Thank you,” she laughed. “But I don’t like green peppers.” She held the vegetable next to Seto’s mouth. He took the bite from between her slim fingers, holding her hand when she tried to pull in back. He lazily licked a bit of melted cheese from her fingers, never taking his eyes from hers.

Amara’s entire body grew warm as Seto’s tongue snaked around her fingertips. Her breath quickened, matching her heartbeat. Seto remained calm, his breathing even and deep.

He released her hand, taking her chin between thumb and forefinger. “You have something on your face too,” his voice low and husky. He leaned close, licking the side of her mouth before pressing his lips to hers.

Amara eagerly parted her lips without Seto’s asking. She slid her tongue along his, marveling in his taste, coffee and exotic spices. She moaned softly as he caressed the roof of her mouth. His hands grasped her waist, pulling her closer until she bumped into the breakfast tray.

Seto pulled away from her, glaring at the tray. With a sweep of his hand, it went crashing to the floor. Amara gasped when he pulled her body flush to his, crushing their lips together. e wae was nothing tender in this kiss. It was needy and desperate, filled with hunger and desire. She responded in kind.

They broke away gasping. Wasting no time Seto attacked her slender neck. He suckled the creamy skin, biting gently, wringing a moan of pleasure from the woman in his arms. He tangled his fingers in her soft red hair, tilting her head, exposing more of her sweet skin to his eager mouth.

Amara gripped Seto’s robe, her mind reeling from the feelings coursing through her body. She had never felt like this before. She wanted this man. Ever fiber of her being screamed with need for him.

There was a knock at the door, “Big brother?” Another knock, “Seto you okay? I heard a crash.”

Seto and Amara jumped apart, staring at each other. “Everything is fine Mokuba,” Seto panted. ”I just dropped the tray.”

“Will you be down soon?”

“Yes.”

Running footsteps disappeared down the hall. Seto cupped Amara’s cheek.

“I need to go check on Kira,” she said breathlessly, leaning into the touch.

Seto nodded, lightly stroking under her eye with his thumb, “And Mokuba will be back if I am not downstairs in a few minutes.”

Amara pressed his hand to her face then hurried to the door. She paused a few seconds before opening it and left.

Seto fell back against his pillows. “Mokuba, I don’t know if I should thank you or throttle you,” he muttered. He stiffly got up from the bed not looking foreword to the cold shower he was about to take.

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Bakura glared at the closed door, plotting revenge on his little sister. Getting out of bed for any reason before ten was just... wrong and, he turned his death glare to the clock, seven was definitely before ten.

“Bakura, who was that?” Ryou sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Room service,” the thief grumbled. He joined his light on the bed, setting the tacroacross Ryou lap. “Little sister brought this up.”

“We should do something nice for her,” Ryou’s mouth watered as he uncovered the dish.

“I’ll kill her quick.” Bakura muttered under his breath.

Ryou gave his dark a sideways glance then started on his breakfast. “Want a bite?” he asked, noticing the spirit hadn’t taken anything.

Bakura shook his head. Ryou set the tray aside, “You want to talk?”

“You need to eat; your mortal body needs nourishment.”

“So does yours.”

“I’m used to it.” Bakura started to rise.

“Please, talk to me Bakura.” Ryou pleaded.

He gently cupped his light’s face, brushing the long white hair behind his ear. “Mine. You are mine. I own you, to do with as I please,” Bakura’s words would normally have terrified Ryou to the point of a breakdown. They had before. But this time his dark’s words were so tender and filled with emotion, Ryou felt safe and loved. “I want to show you I love you, but I hurt you instead.” His voice was a barely audible shudder, “What do I do?”

Ryou took Bakura’s hand from his face, holding it in his. “I love you and you love me. It will work out if we try.” A single tear slid down his pale cheek. “Let me help you like you helped me.”

Bakura wiped the tear away, “How have I helped you? I hurt you. I’ll end up destroying the light within you.”

“Bakura without you my life would only be loneliness and pain. You saved me simply by being.” Ryou opened his end of their mind link sending all the love he felt for his dark to him. Bakura looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. “No more blocking,” Ryou smiled at him. “I want you to know how I feel.”

“No wonder the pharaoh is so protective of his light,” Bakura dropped his shields. Ryou closed his eyes as the emotions of his darker half washed over him, love, fear, hope, desire.

Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura’s neck. “I love you,” he breathed in his ear.

Bakura tangled his hands in soft snowy locks. “You have no idea what you do to me, Ra how I want you.”

“Then take me, ‘Kura. I’m yours.”

“Don’t let me hurt you.” Bakura pulled his light into a needy, desire filled kiss.

Ryou quickly surrendered to his dark. This was what he had wanted from the moment he fell in love with Bakura, to have the spirit love him. He parted his lips to Bakura’s probing tongue. Moaning softly as Bakura discovered ever secret held within.

Bakura could feel his light’s heart pounding, as if in fear. There was no fear coming to him through their link, yet Bakura still felt the rush of desire he had before when threatening his hikari.

They broke apart, Ryou leaned his forehead against his dark’s, gasping, his hands gripping Bakura’s shirt. Nimble fingers moved his hair aside right before hot lips pressed against his neck. A soft cry escaped him as sharp teeth nipped above his pulse point, turning into a moan of pleasure as wet warmth eased the slight pain.

Bakura needed Ryou’s smooth skin under his fingers. He wanted to caress the silken flesh, to make his lover tremble at his touch. He deftly undid the far too many buttons of his lights shirt, making a mental note to burn ever pajama top Ryou owned.

Ryou gasped as cool air hit his heated skin. He trembled as the King of Thieves’ skilled fingers over his skin plucked tiny sounds of pleasure from him like jewels from the pharaoh’s treasury.

Bakura eased Ryou back against the mattress, laying his body over the smaller’s, biting at the mark he had earlier made. Ryou’s mewlings of pleasure made his blood boil. Ra, how he wanted to ravage the perfection under him.

Bakura pressed his hips against Ryou, causing the boy to push back up, his arousal obvious. He moved down to suckle a pink nipple, sliding his hand down Ryou’s toned stomach, snaking inside his pants.

Ryou fisted his hands into his dark’s silky hair, crying out, whether from the thief’s fingertips ghosting over the weeping tip of his erection or the teeth that grazed across his hardened nipple, he didn’t know. He didn’t care. “’Kura...more...pl-please...more.”

“Don’t worry,” Bakura lazily circled the tip of his tongue around the pink pebble. “I am far from done with you, my angel.” He smirked as a shudder rippled through the body beneath him. Bakura looked up, his breath hitching. Gods his light was beautiful. Ryou laid there, sweat damp hair splayed over the pillows; eyes clenched, mouth slightly open, panting, his body glistening with moisture, muscles twitching with tiny spasms of pleasure. It was all he could do not to pound into the boy right then.

Bakura rest his forehead against Ryou’s chest, struggling to reign in his raging desire.

“’Kura? You okay?” Bakura looked up, locking gazes with his light.

Ryou’s eyes widened, the animalistic lust coming at him through the link was mirrored in those eyes. Bakura crushed their lips together in a fierce kiss as if he were trying to devour Ryou from the inside out.

[[Forgive me hikari. I can’t stop.]]

[There is nothing to forgive. You are not being cruel. You only want me.]

[[Gods do I ever!]]

[Just...]

[[What?]]

[Let me breath.] Ryou arched up as he pulled away from Bakura, gulping in much needed air.

Never one to miss an opportunity, Bakura hooked his hands over Ryou’s pants, pulling them off his slim hips. He stood for a moment, drinking in the sight before him. Ryou’s increasing blush only made Bakura want him more.

“You are beautiful beyond words, angel.” He slid his hands up the inside of Ryou’s legs, gently spreading them to settle between. He massaged the smooth skin, “There are no words to describe you.”

“I think you aaarrrrhhh...” Ryou felt his throbbing length engulfed in wet heat.

Bakura licked the drops of liquid pearl from the weeping slit before deep throating Ryou. He held still a moment then growled deep in his throat, sucking hard.

Ryou screamed as he violently came into his dark’s waiting mouth. Never had he came so hard or so quickly. He lay in a pleasure induced fog, panting, as Bakura hungrily milked the last drops of his essence from him.

Bakura lay beside him, pulling Ryou against his chest, scattering small kisses over his face. “You are the sweetest of honeyed wines, hikari.”

Lost in the euphoria of his climax, several things became crystal to the white haired hikari; the desire flowing through the link from Bakura, his dark’s clothed arousal pressing against his hip and his own reawakening need.

He tugged at his dark’s shirt, “’Kura...off,” he murmured, “I need to feel you...now.”

Bakura groaned as he literally ripped the shirt from his body.

[Impatient?]

[[If you knew how absolutely fuckable you look lying there.]]

“Show me.” Ryou whispered.

He was stunned by the image Bakura sent him. He had to admit, it was beautiful. Did his yami really see him like that?

“Yes.” Bakura’s voice dripped desire.

[This is how you are to me.]

“You flatter me, hikari.” Bakura kissed him tenderly, thanking him for the image.

“No more than you do me,” Ryou unbuttoned Bakura’s pants with slow deliberate motions. “I want you, ’Kura. Inside me. Now”

Ryou knew his yami was strong but he never suspected he could so easily shred leather.

Bakura glanced around the room, searching. “Lube, I’ll not take you dry,” he answered his light unspoken question.

‘The box Amara brought from the fire.”

Bakura opened the box and smirked, “Remind me to thank little sister.” He held up three tubes of scented gel, “Preferences?”

Ryou blushed, “Cherry vanilla.”

Bakura dropped two tubes on the dresser. He liberally coated the fingers of one hand as he walked back to the bed. Easing himself over Ryou, Bakura kissed him deeply as he probed a slick digit against his entrance. As his tongue entered Ryou’s sweet mouth, his finger entered the velvet warmth. Ryou’s arms wrapped around his dark’s back, hands fisting in his hair.

Bakura moved to nip a sensitive earlobe. He licked at Ryou neck just below his ear, working his finger in and out of his lover’s body. He slipped in a second inside Ryou as he snaked his tongue along his ear.

Ryou was writhing with the sensations Bakura gave him. Rarely had his dark prepared him prior to their having sex, but this wasn’t sex. Their actions were filled with love and devotion, tenderness and mutual respect.

They were making love to each other.

“’Kura, now. Take me now,” he pleaded.

“I will not hurt you, angel. This must be done. Have patience. We will both be satisfied.” He crooked his fingers, pressing deep inside his lover’s body.

Ryou arched up, seeing white, intense pleasure surged through his body. Bakura gave him no time to recover before brushing against the sensitive nerves again, slipping in the last finger as he did.

Bakura continued to distract Ryou with kisses and caresses as he prepared him. He knew Ryou was ready when he began to repeatedly buck against his hand. He pulled away, coating his arousal as Ryou voiced his protests with small moans.

Bakura slowly pressed himself inside Ryou’s warmth, stopping when Ryou grimaced in pain. “No.” Ryou thrust up, wrapping his legs around Bakura’s waist, burying his length inside his body.

“Ryou, are you alright?” Bakura’s voice was filled with concern. He brushed his fingertips over Ryou’s cheeks, wiping away tears.

Ryou nodded, drawing a shaky breath. “Yeah, just move. It feels better sooner when you move.”

Bakura began to slowly withdraw; gently thrusting back in, careful not to hurt is light further. Ryou soon became impatient. “Umm...faster,” he moaned, bucking against his dark. Bakura didn’t have to be told twice. He increased his pace, changing his angle, hitting Ryou’s pleasure spot.

Ryou threw back his head, “’Kura!” he screamed.

Bakura clenched his jaw, trying to keep the urge to pound into the compliant body beneath him from overmingming him. Ryou’s cry was nearly his undoing. Sheer will alone kept his rhythm fast but steady.

“H-hard...harder...’K-kura...harder...please.”

Bakura’s resolve splintered. With a growl, he began to thrust savagely into Ryou, hitting his prostate repeatedly. Ryou had his arms in a vise like grip, moaning with each stroke. He gripped Ryou’s waist tight enough to bruise, lifting him to meet his thrusts.

Ryou soon became caught up in Bakura’s rhythm and the feelings assaulting his mind and body. He began to push up, meeting Bakura without the spirit’s help.

Bakura released Ryou’s hips, grasping his renewed erection, pumping him harshly in counterpoint to his thrusts.

Ryou’s upper body came up off the bed as he spilled his seed, his yami’s name ripped from his throat. He fell back against the bed as Bakura continued driving into him. After several hard, deep thrusts, Bakura came with an animalistic roar, causing the semi conscious boy to cry out, releasing again.

Bakura held himself up on shaky arms long enough to withdraw from Ryou. He collapsed beside his panting light, pulling him flush against his body, kissing his cheek. “Mine.”

Ryou snuggled against his yami, moving to lie on top of him, “Yours.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you, angel.”

“You didn’t.”

“I lost control.”

“Mmmm,” Bakura felt Ryou smile against his chest. “But you didn’t hurt me. That was...”

“Indescribable.”

TBC

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Special thanks to:

Dragondreamer Yami Dragon and bakurasgirl- You two are my shining treasures.
Lady Elfskye- Thank you for the compliment; hope you enjoyed this one as well.