Love Through Anything

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.

Chapter 6

“We can try to hide,” Bakura whispered into Yami’s ear, “There’s a shelf above us, we can chance it holding both of our weight and that bag or-”

The closet door flew open and the two spirits came face to face with Andrew Bakura. They all stood, staring at each other in silence.

Andrew narrowed his eyes, “Who the hell are you? You’re the one I caught with Ryou!”

Bakura sneered, “That’s right. I am the one you caught with Ryou. What are you going to do about it now?”

“Who are you?” Andrew growled.

“I am the darkness within your son’s soul,” Bakura said and stood up straight, “I am the one who Ryou loves.”

“You’re a liar!”

“Lair is one thing, I am not.”

“You are a liar!” Andrew lunged at him, but the spirit jumped to the side and out of the closet.

He grabbed the bag and Yami’s arm and yanked him out of the closet.

“Come on, Pharaoh!” Bakura pushed him to the window and threw the bag out.

Yami climbed out of the window while Andrew pulled himself off of the floor. He went for Bakura who saw him coming and groaned.

“Oh, Ra, why didn’t you just stay on the floor?” he grumbled and kicked him in the stomach.

He jumped out of the window and grabbed the bag he had thrown out. He and Yami took off down the street and around the corner.

“Go to the park,” Bakura said, still running.

“Why?” the former pharaoh questioned.

“If he’s following us or decides to, we won’t lead him straight to Ryou... Or your hikari for that fact.”

“Good point,” Yami agreed.

They turned another corner and headed away from the game shop and to the park.


Ryou glanced at the clock while sitting at the kitchen table with Yugi. The smaller teen glanced up and saw Ryou’s worried look. He hopped up from his chair and grabbed his and Ryou’s plates.

“I’m sure they’re fine, Ryou,” Yugi said, taking the plates to the sink.

“They’ve been gone for over an hour,” Ryou said, “How are you so sure?”

“They’re fine, Yami would’ve contacted me otherwise.”

Ryou nodded and stood up, “I’ll be in the shower for a little while.”

Yugi nodded and watched as Ryou left the kitchen.


Yami and Bakura sat in a forest off in the east side of the park. The trees and bushes made the perfect cover. Yami sat with the bags while Bakura was crouched around, moving everywhere, checking all over for any sign that Andrew might have followed them.

Bakura stood up, satisfied that no one had followed them, and headed back to where Yami was. Thoughts clouded the dark spirit’s mind as he walked back. He wondered if Andrew could report theft or that he had been attacked, even if he was the one to start it all.

Yami’s tri-colored hair was the first sight Bakura caught of the former pharaoh. A smirk crossed his features as an idea came to mind and he went around the other side of the tree Yami wasn’t leaning against. He made sure Yami could not hear or see him.

The tomb-raider gripped a thick branch and swung up onto it more gracefully than most would think Bakura could move. He easily climbed around the front of the tree, using the branches for support and his former climbing abilities. He glanced down at Yami and climbed a little farther out.

He jumped out, flipped over, and landed on his feet and hands in a crouching position, once landing, saying, “You’re not much of a watch-man, Pharaoh.”

Yami jumped and looked at Bakura with wide eyes, “Where the hell did you come from?!”

Bakura smirked and pointed up with his index finger, “Outta the sky.”

He stood up and folded his arms across his chest.

“Amusing,” Yami scowled and threw a bag at him with a little more than friendly force.

Bakura caught the bag, but stepped back for the force that came with it. He swung it over his shoulder and, mockingly, looked concerned, “Aw, is the pharaoh angry because I frightened him when I jumped down?”

“Maybe by the fact that I had to see your face, that’ll frighten the dead,” Yami snorted, walking out of the forest.

“Why’re you so bitchy all the sudden?” Bakura asked, following him.

“You have that affect on people,” Yami said, head up and shoulders back.

Bakura narrowed his eyes at the back of Yami’s head and threw the bag he was carrying on the other spirit, making Yami fall face down.

Bakura ran by him, grabbed the bag, and called over his shoulder, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that, Pharaoh!”

Yami growled and glared daggers at Bakura while the Thief King ran out of the park and to the Kame Game Shop, laughing his ass off the whole way.


Yugi looked up when a laughing Bakura rushed in and past him into the living room and up the stairs. He watched Bakura until he was out of sight, then turned his gaze back to the shop door where Yami ran in.

“Where’d he go, Aibou?” Yami asked.

“Upstairs,” Yugi replied, leaning his head on his palm, watching Yami with an amused look on his face.

“What?” Yami questioned at Yugi’s gaze.

Yugi sat up and shook his head, “Nothing.”

Yami stared at him with a confused look.

“So, how’d it go?” Yugi asked, changing the subject.

“Oh, Ra,” Yami let out an exasperated sigh, “I do NOT want to ever do anything remotely like this with that baka tomb-robber again!”


Bakura stopped at the bathroom door and smirked when he heard the shower running. He went, quickly, to their bedroom and tossed the beg on the floor, then went back to the bathroom. He tried the doorknob and was happy to find it unlocked.

He slipped into the steam filled room unnoticed and quickly stripped of his clothes.

The dark spirit stepped behind Ryou in the tub and wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist and rested his chin on Ryou’s right shoulder.

“Miss me, hikari?” Bakura asked, nipping at Ryou’s neck.

Ryou sighed and relaxed in his yami’s grasp, “I was worried.”

“Haven’t you learned you needn’t worry about me?” Bakura asked, moving one of his hands to Ryou’s thigh, caressing it in a circular motion.

“Yes, but...” the teenager paused and looked up.

“What?” Bakura questioned.

Ryou smiled and shook his head, “Nothing... I’m just glad you’re okay.”

They stood there for moment before Ryou spoke again.

“Yami?”

“What is it, hikari?” Bakura asked, flicking his tongue on the sensitive skin behind Ryou’s ear.

“May I pleasure you?”

Bakura thought for only seconds, then replied with a suggestive, “Do what you wish.”

Ryou turned around, still in Bakura’s arms, and claimed the yami’s lips with his own. He nipped lightly at Bakura’s bottom lip and the lush lips parted, he slipped his tongue past them. It was the first kiss they shared where Ryou was dominate.

A hand went down and brushed over the spirit’s manhood. Bakura arched into the touch, but the hand had already left, and instead he arched into Ryou’s own arousal. Both of them moaned at the contact, arching in more.

Ryou pulled back and kissed slowly and agonizingly down Bakura’s body, missing the dark spirit’s erection deliberately.

Bakura growled when Ryou bypassed the part of his body that was straining for contact. Ryou seemed to ignore the growling yami and just kept teasing him, kissing and running his lips up and down the spirit’s inner thighs.

“Dammit, Ryou,” Bakura growled, “Damn tease....”

Ryou smirked and moved his head up to the spirit’s arousal. He flicked his tongue out and tasted the pre-come.

Bakura moaned and would have thrusted into Ryou’s mouth if the teen hadn’t grasped his hips and held him in place.

Ryou flicked his tongue out again and run it along Bakura’s whole erection, then took him in completely in his mouth, working his mouth in not-so-innocent ways.

A whine forced its way from Bakura’s throat and he fisted his hands in Ryou’s hair.

“Oh, gods, Ryou,” Bakura moaned, feeling his climax build, “Ryou....”

Ryou continued his ministrations with a smirk set upon his face.

“So close...” Bakura whined.

/Come for me, yami,/ Ryou urged gently through the link.

Bakura threw his head back and, with his grip in Ryou’s hair tightening, came hard, pouring his seed into Ryou’s mouth.

Ryou swallowed Bakura’s seed and kept on with his movements until the yami was done.

He pulled back and looked up at the flushed and panting spirit above him. He stood up, letting Bakura lean on him for support until he regained his composure.

“Ra...” Bakura panted, “Where’d.... you learn... to do... that?”

Ryou chuckled and kissed his cheek, “I only mimicked what you’ve done to me in the past.”

Bakura looked up at him, “That’s what I’ve been doing to you?”

Ryou couldn’t help but laugh at his yami’s shocked face, “Yep, that’s what you’ve been doing to me.”

“Hmmm....” Bakura stood up, leaning off of Ryou.

The dark spirit stood back and looked at Ryou. Water gliding down his pale and slender body, the way his hair stuck to his skin do to the water, the slightly flushed body from the heat of the water. Bakura found himself becoming aroused again and he wanted to take Ryou now more than ever.

Ryou saw that look in Bakura’s eyes and shook his head, “No, yami, not yet. Not just yet.”

Bakura looked up at him, confusion apparent in his features.

“Sit down,” Ryou said in a seductive tone of voice.

Bakura did as he was told and watched Ryou intently. The teenager grabbed a washcloth and a bottle of shower gel. He straddled Bakura’s hips and poured the gel onto the cloth. Setting the bottle to the side, he rubbed the gel into the cloth, creating soapsuds that ran down his slender arms.

Ryou washed Bakura slowly and the spirit closed his eyes, feeling his cheeks flush. The teenager finally came to Bakura’s manhood and gently stroked it with the cloth, then threw the cloth aside and stroked him with his hand.

Bakura was panting and began to thrust up into Ryou’s hand. The spirit couldn’t help but moan when Ryou started pumping him.

Ryou reached over and grabbed the bottle of shower gel. Popping the cap open, he took one of Bakura’s hands and poured the gel onto it. Bakura opened his eyes and watched as Ryou rubbed the gel onto his hand.

“Prepare me, yami,” Ryou whispered, close to Bakura’s ear.

The dark spirit nodded and reached around Ryou, probing his entrance with one finger. He pushed in slowly, and probed in and out of him, adding the other two fingers quickly one after another.

Ryou moaned and pushed back on the fingers, trying to bury them deeper. Bakura smirked at his hikari’s actions and pulled his fingers out of him. He rubbed himself, putting some of the shower gel onto his own cock.

He grabbed Ryou;s hips and guided them over his erection. He slowly lowered Ryou onto himself, but Ryou didn’t want to take as long. He wanted Bakura inside him now.

He impaled himself onto the spirit’s erection, slamming down hard on the surprised yami. He started rocking forward and back, bringing Bakura in and nearly out of him.

The yami moaned at Ryou’s tight warmth and thrust up. The teen leaned forward and kissed Bakura passionately, their tongues intertwining, both keeping the rhythm of their thrusting.

Bakura reached between them and pumped Ryou’s neglected arousal.

Ryou slammed down on Bakura and felt Bakura hit that sweet spot that made him see stars in the back of his head. His half-lidded eyes shot open and began to move faster.

“My God, ‘Kura!” Ryou moaned, slamming himself down as hard as he could onto the yami’s erection.

“Come on, my little hikari,” Bakura panted, thrust up harder and faster inside of Ryou.

Ryou screamed out at his orgasm, spilling his passion onto Bakura abdomen, only for it to be washed away by the water shooting from the showerhead.

It sent Bakura over the edge when he felt the hot muscles clench around him. His head flew back and he gritted his teeth, releasing deep within Ryou.

The teenager collapsed atop Bakura, both of them flushed and panting. Bakura out his arms around Ryou an pulled him closer. Ryou wrapped his arms around his yami’s neck and laid his head atop his own shoulder.

“We should probably get out,” Ryou murmured, “Yugi and his grandfather will not want to have to pay a larger water bill because we have sex in the shower.”

Bakura chuckled and pulled his arms from around Ryou and let them lay at his sides.

“Hikari?” Bakura questioned when Ryou made no movement and shook him lightly.

Ryou murmured something the spirit couldn’t understand, then turned his head to the other side, facing away from the yami. Bakura chuckled and pulled Ryou’s hips up since he was still inside of him. He stood up, a little shaky, with Ryou in his arms and turned the water off. He opened the shower curtain and stepped onto the bathroom rug.

The dark spirit sat the dozing teen on the counter and wrapped a towel around his shoulders. He looked around for another towel and found one under the sink. He dried himself and shook his head, white hair spaying out everywhere. He wrapped the towel around his waist and pushed his messy and tangled hair out of his face, then dried off his sleeping hikari.

He wrapped the towel around Ryou and picked him up bridal style. He opened the bathroom door and peered out. Seeing no one around, he walked to the bedroom he and Ryou shared. He opened the door, walked in and kicked it shut behind him.

The former tomb-robber laid the sleeping teen onto the bed, gently, so not to wake him. He pulled the towels off of the both of them and went to the bag he had thrown into the room earlier.

To his surprise, it was empty, but when he opened the dresser and closet, both were full of neatly folded and hung up clothes. He shrugged and grabbed two pairs of boxers. He put one pair on himself, then went to the bed and slipped the other onto Ryou.

Finally, he settled down next to Ryou, pulled the covers over them and putting his arms around the boy, then pulling him close.

He kissed Ryou’s forehead and actually smiled at the teenager. He closed his eyes, his chin resting atop Ryou’s slightly damp hair, and fell into a contented slumber.
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