Gravitation

Disclaimer - *sigh* I suppose I have to say it again . . . I don't own any of the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh. I can wish all that I want though.

Author's Notes - TADA! Another chapter up for your enjoyment. And . . . *rubs her hands in glee* A LEMON! *giggles* Here you go, all : ) Enjoy : )

Chapter 9 - Dark Fears

Yami groaned, opening his eyes slowly to stare up at the familiar ceiling of his room. How had he gotten here? From the looks of the sunlight it was late
afternoon . . . how long had he been out this time? He slipped out of the bed slowly, wincing at sore muscles he hadn't even known existed, and padded
across the floor to his window, peeling back one curtain to look outside. The world looked normal . . . no sign of what had occurred between him and
Malik remained.

Sighing, he let the curtain drop back across the window and turned to regard his room. It was the usual disaster area . . . but someone had apparently
undressed him and put him to bed. Where were Yugi and Ryou? Were they all right? He growled under his breath . . . what Malik might have done to
damage their minds paled with what he could have done to their bodies. The very thing he had sought to protect Yugi from had come to pass anyway . . .
and now even Ryou had become involved.

His thoughts turned to Marik and Bakura. They had seen what he was capable of now . . . Marik had been in the room, and while Jou had dragged Bakura
out of there, the pale man would have put two and two together when he passed out. He had been helpless to stop his powers . . . as always, with his
emotions riding so high, they had become infinitely stronger and less controllable . . . the very thing that he had been afraid of.

Silently, he cursed his parents for what they had done to him. He was a danger to everyone . . . especially those closest to him. He thought of Marik and
how wide the young man's eyes had been as he watched Yami in action, and his heart hurt. He was a monster . . . although he was human, he could not
control the very part of him that made him different. Even his friends hadn't known everything . . . but they would be pressing him for answers now. Once
they had those answers . . . things would never be the same. Marik had barely known him for two weeks . . .

"He'd have to be insane to want to be anywhere near me . . ." Yami murmured, his back to the door as he regarded what little remained of his life.

"Then I guess I'm insane," a familiar voice whispered from behind him. Yami froze and went to turn around, only to be stopped by a hand on his bare hip.
Fire flared in his gut as warm lips pressed into the back of his neck and light fingers trailed down his skin as the other hand came to rest on his stomach. He
groaned as he felt Marik move up behind him, his clothes rubbing deliciously against Yami's bare skin. "I hadn't dreamed you were this beautiful . . ." the
blonde murmured, his warm breath brushing against Yami's ear.

"Marik . . ." Yami groaned as he felt those warm fingers wrap around his already straining erection. "Please . . . don't do this to me . . . it's too soon . . .
I'm not safe . . ." His voice cut off as a moan was torn from his throat by Marik pumping him slowly.

"Who ever said I wanted safe?" Marik murmured, nibbling lightly on one shoulder.

"Don't do this . . . I'm not in control . . ." Yami whispered.

"Yami . . . just looking at you has been torturing me for nearly two weeks now," Marik said softly. His hand stilled from the delicious torture he was
inflicting. He let go, using the hand he had resting on Yami's hip to turn him around so he could look into his crimson orbs. "Tell me you don't want this,
and I'll leave and never bother you again," he whispered.

"I can't . . ." Yami moaned before taking Marik's mouth in a brutal, hungry kiss. "I want this more than air . . . I need this more than life . . ." Yami
whispered, trailing his hands up Marik's back underneath the loose shirt he wore. "I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you." He backed Marik
up to his bed, giving him a gentle shove as his knees hit the edge so that Marik landed spread eagle on the white silk sheets. He nearly climbed in beside him
. . . before he felt his awakening powers shift slightly and backed away. "I'm not safe," he murmured, his crimson eyes glowing as he stared down at the
luscious figure spread out before him. "Why aren't you afraid of me? I'm so afraid of myself," he whispered . . . and suddenly, he was gone.

Marik blinked, stunned and confused . . . and then scrambled off bed bed in an attempt to follow. He rushed out into the kitchen, and stopped dead as six
pairs of eyes landed on him.

"Yami . . ." he gasped. "Where did he go?" Bakura rose from the seat and came over to him.

"We didn't see him . . . what happened Marik?"

"He fled again . . . he said he wasn't safe and that he was afraid of himself, and then he was gone, just like that," Marik whispered.

"Shit," Duke said, rising swiftly. "I knew he would do this again . . . I told you we should have locked him in his room, Jou."

"What do you mean again?" Bakura snapped.

They all started as the sound of a motorcycle engine roaring to life interrupted them.

"FUCK!" Jou said, and scrambled for the door. He was too late . th. they all watched as Yami's motorcycle took off for the gates, the black figure gunning
it for all it was worth as he fled from the darkness he inevitably drew to himself.

"Alright . . . somebody had better tell me what the fuck is going on!" Bakura snarled. Yugi sighed.

"Come inside . . . I'll try to explain," the young man murmured. "It's not a pretty story."

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Yami stared out at the city from a desolate hill top just outside of the city limits, his face glittering with tears as the cold wind whipped around his slim,
leather clad form.

"I can't do this anymore," he whispered, wishing that his words would reach the ears of those he held most dear. "The incident with Malik proves it . . . I
couldn't control it. I never can . . . I'm sorry." He sighed, wiping the tears away absently with the back of one gloved hand. "I need to be away from
everyone . . . I'm not safe to be around people." He felt his heart breaking as he said this, but he knew it was true. His powers were growing far faster than
his control of them could . . . he needed to be somewhere that no one would get hurt if they broke away from him. The lake cabin up north would do . . . it
was fully furnished and isolated. He would call his lawyers from there and have everything set up . . . he would turn the house and nearly all the money over
to Yugi, and his cousin could live happily there with Ryou and the group if he chose to do so.

He gasped as the tears fell faster as his thoughts turned to Marik and Bakura. He was leaving them behind . . . he would never see them again, never have a
chance at the happiness that could have been his if he was someone else. He sobbed, choking it back as it threatened to overwhelm him, and remounted his
bike. He nearly laughed hysterically as the song playing over his helmet radio came to him.

(When this began)

I had nothing to say

and I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me

(I was confused)

and I let it all out to find

that I'm not the only person with these things in mind

(inside of me)

but all the vacancy the words revealed

is the only real thing that I've got left to feel

(nothing to lose)

just stuck

hollow and alone

and the fault is my own

and the fault is my own

He gunned the engine, sending a spray of rocks over the cliff face as he rocketed out onto the highway and out of everyone's life. His eyes blinded by
tears, he was only dimly aware of his surroundings as he felt his heart breaking with every mile he put between himself and those he'd come to love.

I want to heal

I want to feel

what I thought was never real

I want to let go of the pain I've held so long.

(erase all the pain till it's gone)

I want to heal

I want to feel like I'm close to something real.

I want to find something I've wanted all along

somewhere I belong

'I was stupid to think that I could put it all behind me and live a normal life,' he thought angrily to himself. 'There is nowhere for me to belong. My parents
saw to that when they put me through those tests . . .'

And I've got nothing to say

I cant believe I didn't fall right down on my face

(I was confused)

looking everywhere

only to find

that it's not the way I had imagined it all in my mind.

(so what am I)

what do I have but negativity

cause I cant justify the way everyone is looking at me

(nothing to lose)

nothing to gain

hollow and alone

and the fault is my own

and the fault is my own

He still couldn't believe how strongly his powers had manifested in the face of danger to Marik and his cousin. They had reacted more strongly than ever
before. It proved that strong emotion was his problem . . . they only surged when he was angry or afraid . . . and his anger had been based on his love for
his cousin and the growing love he had for Marik and Bakura. How would they look at him now? Did they fear him, as he feared himself? Did they
understand what he could do to them if they happened to be near him when he exploded?

I will never know

myself until I do this on my own

and I will never feel

anything else until my wounds are healed

I will never be anything

'til I break away from me

I will break away

I'll find myself today.

This was for the best . . . if he was on his own, there would be no one near to get hurt . . . and no one to care about too much. He needed time . . . time to
get himself back under control, time to learn about his new abilities . . . time to think and become aware of himself once again. Too much had happened in
the last couple of weeks . . . he'd lost touch with who and what he was, and now it had cost him everything.

I want to heal

I want to feel

What I thought was never real

I want to let go of the pain I've felt so long.

(Erase all the pain till it's gone)

I want to heal

I want to feel

Like I'm close to something real

I want to find something I've wanted all along

Somewhere I belong

I want to heal

I want to feel like I'm

Somewhere I belong.

'They could have healed me . . ." he whispered. Only the lonely wind heard his words.

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Bakura swore, a long string of oaths that would have sounded more appropriate coming from a sailor as he gunned the engine of the Viper. He was hot on
Yami's trail, using his empathic senses to track down the desolation that had swamped the younger man. But now he'd lost the trail . .ometomething that did
not make him happy.

He'd left the house not long after Yami had, promising the gathered friends that he would bring Yami back. He could still hear Yugi's voice in his head as
the teenager had told them why Yami was running.

"He's afraid," Yugi had murmured, refusing to meet anyone's eyes.

"Of what?" Bakura had growled, ready to put a fist through the nearby wall in frustration.

"Of how much he cares about you and Marik," Yugi had said. "He's afraid of what he might do . . . the things that might happen . . . if he let's himself be
with the two of you." He'd looked around at the entire group of friends then, his voice solemn. "Yami's powers have been growing lately," he'd said
finally. "He's been having more and more difficulty controlling them, and he's scared. This business with the two of you has thrown him for a loop . . .
he's fallen in love with you, and that's made it even more difficult for him to keep his barrier in place whenever he's near either of you. That's why he
reacted so strongly last night . . . not because Ryou and I were in danger, although that fed into . . . but because Marik was in danger." Yugi had looked
straight at Marik. "That's why he said he isn't safe and that he wasn't in control. He's not sure how much control he can maintain with the two of you near
anymore. He's scared . . . of what he might do to you."

Bakura slammed his fist into the dashboard, using the pain to focus him. Yami loved them . . . loved them both, and Bakura was going to be damned if he
was going to let Yami withdraw from the world after that discovery. He'd been looking for someone like Yami his whole life . . . someone who was his
equal in everything, someone who wasn't afraid of his temper or his passion. There was no way in hell Bakura was going to let that slip through his fingers.
Out of control abilities or not, Bakura wasn't going to let him go.

He wished he could get a hold of Yami's parents . . . they had caused all this, in a way. Yugi had told them how Yami's parents had subjected him to tests
and psychological studies once his power's had become known . . . they had been hoping to make the young Yami into a weapon they could use against
their business associates. Bakura couldn't understand how they could have done such a thing to their own child. Even though he was no longer on speaking
terms with his family, his parents had at least tried to give him a loving home. How Yami could have grown up in a house with so much money to spend
and no love to give was disgusting. After hearing that, he was more determined than ever to bring Yami back to the only real family he'd ever had.

His foot suddenly hit the brakes as his eyes drifted over a black Harley parked in front of a small road-side hotel. It looked like Yami's . . . and it was late,
so it was very well possible that Yami had been forced to stop for the night, especially since he'd only woken up from the deep sleep the fight with Malik
had put him in earlier that afternoon. He shifted into reverse, pulling the Viper into the parking space next to it slowly, eyeing the bike. It certainly appeared
to be Yami's bike, right down to the small upside down pyramid on the gas tank. He sat in the car, debating his next move . . . and then ducked as he spied
a tri-colored head of hair coming out of the diner across the parking lot. Bakura was suddenly very grateful that Yami had never seen his car. He watched
carefully, his eyes peeking over the dashboard as Yami strode up to the door the bike was parked in front of, and took a key out of his pocket.

Bakura slid out of the car and approached him on silent feet, stopping just behind him and grabbing him as the door opened.

"Inside," he hissed in Yami's ear, making a split-second decision. He shoved Yami through the door, and quickly turned and locked it before turning back
to face the young bartender.

"Bakura . . ." Yami whispered, his voice hoarse as the white haired man turned on the lights in the room, illuminating the dark circles underneath Yami's
crimson eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to bring you home," he growled, taking a step towards the leather clad man. Yami stepped backwards in response.

"No . .. I can't go back . . . it's . . ."

"Too dangerous?" Bakura said, smiling evilly. "What's dangerous is me finding out that you've fallen in love with Marik and I just after you run out the
door. What's dangerous is you leaving all of us behind when we can help you!" He advanced, forcing Yami to continue backing across the room until his
back hit a wall. "What's dangerous," Bakura whispered, his face inches from Yami's "is "is how much Marik and I love you in return and want to help
you through this, if you will only let us." He leaned in and claimed Yami's lips with his own, tangling one hand in the tri-colored locks as he tasted him
gently.

Yami moaned, sagging against the wall until only Bakura was keeping him on his feet. Bakura tasted salt, and opened his eyes to find that Yami's were
closed tightly, tears leaking from them slowly. He pulled back, running a thumb gently through the wetness, feeling the softness of Yami's skin underneath.

"Bakura . . . please, just let me go . . ." Yami whispered, his voice choked. "I can't . . . I don't want to hurt anyone . . ."

"Then don't go," the white haired man whispered back. "Let us help you." He tilted Yami's head up, lapping up the tears with gentle swipes of his tongue.
"We want you to stay . . . we need you to stay . . ." he murmured, wrapping the shivering form in his arms. He sighed as he felt Yami's arms wrap around
his waist, burying his face in the smaller man's hair, holding him close. "Yami," he said quietly, "give us the chance to help you find out what's going on
with those abilities of yours." He stepped back, slowly removing Yami's leather jacket to reveal the tantalizing skin underneath. "Marik was right . . . you are
beautiful . . ." he whispered. Yami sighed as the leathlid lid down his arms to lay forgotten on the floor.

"Bakura . . . I can't stay . . . it's too dangerous to be around anyone right now, my abilities are growing out of control . . ." Yami said, his eyes still closed.
Bakura growled, suddenly angry.

"No," he snarled. "I'm not letting you go . . . and neither is Marik, nor any of your friends." He pressed Yami into the wall, his breath ragged against
Yami's neck as he bent to lick at the pulse beating wildly there. "I can't let you go . . ." he murmured. "I need you . . . and I don't care how dangerous you
think it is. I can handle it." He reached between them, cupping Yami's erection in his hand through the leather pants and massaging it. "You want me . . ."
he breathed.

"Gods help me, I do . . ." Yami whimpered, his crimson eyes opening to stare up at the ceiling in desolation as his body turned traitor on him. "But I don't
know what will happen . . . why cn't n't you just stay away?" he whispered in despair. He gasped as he felt Bakura slide his leather pants down over his
hips, removing his boots as well, moaning through clenched teeth when the man wrapped his hand gently around his erection and pumped him slowly. The
need to flee was slowly being buried underneath the feelings Bakura was creating in him. Yami's hand's rose of their own accord to remove Bakura's jacket
and shirt, his body needing to feel that pale flesh against his own. "Why aren't you afraid of me?" he asked, not meaning to be heard.

"Because I love you . . ." Bakura murmured. "And I need you . . . I need this, so badly that I don't care what happens." Bakura hissed in pleasure as Yami
ran light fingers across his chest, teasing his nipples with the lightest of touches before dipping below his waistband to cup his throbbing erection. He
moaned as Yami took up the same gentle pace he had set with his own hand. He maneuvered them slowly to the bed, laying Yami down on it gently before
kneeling on the floor. His tongue lapped out, gently licking up the pre-cum that glistened on the tip of Yami's manhood before taking him gently in his
mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitized skin.

He moaned at the taste . . . the man's essence was like smoke and darkness and mystery. The moan sent a vibration through Yami, causing him to bite his
lip to keep from crying out as Bakura continued to torture him.

Yami gasped as he fehe fhe first intruding finger, practically screaming as Bakura added a second one soon after and hit the spot inside him that made his
world spin. He felt his abilities feeding off what Bakura was doing to him, and knew that if Bakura looked into his eyes right now, they would be glowing.
He didn't know what to do . . . his powers had always lain dormant during sex before this, but now he was with someone he felt strongly about. This was
what he'd been afraid of and had desperately tried to stop from happening. They were getting close to his boundaries of control . . . and when Bakura hit
his sweet spot again, they broke loose.

Bakura felt his pants meet gravity, and smiled slightly as he bobbed his head, scissoring his fingers to prepare the gorgeous young man. He was glad he'd
gotten rid of his shoes on the way to the bed suddenly. He thought he knew what Yami was doing . . . he could sense the swelling power that was gathering
around the lithe body writhing beneath him, but he trusted Yami to control it. Unlike Yami, Bakura did not fear his abilities . . . he trusted in Yami to be able
to control them if he really needed to. He was, however, startled when Yami suddenly sat up and pulled him up onto the bed, drawing him into an
aggressive kiss that completely turned his world upside down.

He gasped when he suddenly felt his back hit the bed, opening his eyes to stare up at Yami in surprise, his eyes widening as he saw the dancing flames
behind crimson orbs. Those chocolate eyes quickly closed when Yami attacked his nipples, biting, sucking, and nipping the tiny buds until they ached from
the hardness he'd enticed them into. He felt Yami lick a wet trail up to his shoulder . . . and then yelped in pained pleasure as the crimson eyed demon he
suddenly found himself with bit down, marking him. He'd never been marked before . . . he'd always been the one doing the marking, his former lovers too
timid to do something like that to him. He turned his head, giving Yami better access . . . and nearly shouted out when he saw they were no longer on the
bed . . . but rather above it. He turned back to ask Yami what was going on . . . and then suddenly, he knew. Yami had feared this would happen and that
he wouldn't be able to control it . . . his abilities were reacting to the strong emotions he was feeling, both feeding into them and off of them.

"Yami . . ." he growled as he felt the man sucking at the bite as if trying to draw blood from it. "Gods . . ." he moaned. "Don't stop."

"I don't intend to," Yami murmured huskily before licking his ear teasingly. "You started this . . . remember that, Bakura." palepale body beneath him
bucked in surprise as he reached down below and slipped one saliva slicked digit into his tight passage.

"Shit . . ." Bakura gasped as he felt Yami probing him gently. He'd never actually been taken . . . technically, he was a virgin still in that area. He knew
instinctively that he was going to lose that virginity tonight . . . and surprisingly, he found that he didn't care. He needed this . . . after this, there was no way
in hell he was ever going to let Yami go. He hissed in pleasure as Yami inserted another finger, slowly stretching him in as gentle a way as possible. He saw
stars suddenly, and knew that Yami had found that one bundle of nerves. 'This is new . . .' he thought hazily . . . and jumped when he felt Yami answer him
in his head.

*You have a whole new experience ahead of you, love,* Yami's voice murmured in the back of his mind. *And I swear it will be like nothing you've ever
felt before. Swear to me . . . swear to me you'll stop me if I loose the tenuous control I have right now. I don't want you to be afraid of me.*

'I swear it . . . I'm never letting you go, Yami. I'm not afraid . . . not of you, or your abilities,' he thought back . . . and arched as he felt Yami slide into
him. It hurt . . . but gods, the pleasure of it was so much better.

"Yami . . ." he moaned, his eyes opening to stare up into teary, flaming crimson.<
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"I never want to hurt you, Bakura . . ." Yami whispered, his voice hoarse. Bakura reached up, gently wiping away the few tears that fell like crystalline ice
down the lightly tanned cheek.

"I know that you never will," he murmured and pushed against Yami. "I trust you." Yami moaned, his head falling back as the feel of Bakura's tight
passage around him overwhelmed him. He moved slowly, letting Bakura get used to the feel of him inside him. He was startled when Bakura growled at him.

"I'm not going to break . . ." the tenor rumbled, and grasped his waist. "Fuck me . . ."

Yami acquiesced, slamming into him, causing the pale man to buck and moan beneath him. The fact that they weren't on the bed became forgotten in the
feelings running through them both. He continued to slam into the lithe body beneath him, sweat starting to drip down his face as he stared down into
Bakura's hazy eyes. He took Bakura's erection in his hand, pumping it in time with his thrusts. He shifted slightly, lifting Bakura's hips to better angle the
man so he could hit that sweet spot deep inside. He was successful as he watched Bakura cry out, his back arching even further as his eyes glazed over. He
hit it again and again, feeling the pale haired man tightening beneath him as he neared his release.

"Bakura . . ." Yami growled, increasing his pace as he sensed Bakura's closeness to the edge. "I've wanted to do this for too long . . . don't let this be a
dream." Somehow, the feelings he had for this man were keeping the power inside him in check . . . it was there, tangible and stronger than ever, but he was
still in control of it.

Bakura barely heard him. He was afloat in feelings he had never felt before, sensations firing up and down his nerve endings like so much crackling fire as
Yami brought him higher than he had ever gone.

"I'm not ever letting you go," Bakura whispered. "I'm not afraid of this." He screamed as he came. Yami's voice joined him as Bakura's body spasmed
around the lithe young man, bringing Yami to his own release. Bakura barely felt his back hit the bed once again as Yami's telekinesis retreated with the
release. Yami withdrew from him slowly, rising on unsteady feet to retrieve a towel. He gently cleaned elf elf and Bakura up before lying down next to his
white-haired lover. He was startled when he found himself pulled into Bakura's arms.

"Bakura . . ." he murmured. "Why?"

"Yami . . . trust us. Don't run from us . . . let us help," Bakura said quietly. "I'm not afraid of this . . . you shouldn't be either." Yami sighed, relaxing
against the lithe form beside him.

"I'm still afraid," he whispered. Together, they fell asleep, Yami wrapped firmly in Bakura's arms.

Author's Note - Awww . . . now where's that gonna lead, I wonder? *grins* You'll just have to wait and find out . . . I already know ^.^ The lyrics, in case
you didn't recognize them, are from Linkin Park's Meteora 'Somewhere I Belong'. One of the few groups who's songs I love desperately and
unequivocally. If you haven't heard it, I suggest you do . . . it's a great song. I thought it was rather appropriate. So . . .how'd you like it? Review and tell
me : ) Now I have to go and change all sorts of shit around so I can post this chapter on FF.Net. *sigh* Damn them and their stupid censorship.