Relative Insanity

A/N: I don’t own YuGiOh!


Relative Insanity


Chapter 9


Yami was lying back on the couch with his legs draped over Jou and staring at the ceiling. His mind was pleasantly buzzing and he was pleased at the quality of the stuff. He was still amused with Bakura’s reaction upon coming home, a slow smile spreading across his face as he recalled his expression when he laid eyes on Ryou smoking. This kid had affected Bakura more than Yami had initially realized. Bakura could smoke anyone he knew under the table and in the past actually enjoyed corrupting the reefer virgins he brought home. This reaction was priceless – the glares he shot Yami and Jou, and the protective look on his face as he carried Ryou away. Bakura had it bad, and this could end ugly.

He lowered his gaze and met Jou’s eyes, which were heavy lidded with intoxication. Yami smirked, nudging Jou with his foot. “God Jou, you look absolutely blazed.”

“I am! I didn’t believe you, but this new kind bud is potent.”

Yami chuckled, sitting up and facing Jou. “Are you going home, or do you still want to fuck?”

Jou shook his head, grinning goofily. “I’m way to fucked up to fuck.”

“Then go home.” Yami stood and motioned Jou towards the door. “Don’t forget those deliveries tomorrow, be here by 11.”

“Can’t I just crash here?”

“No Jou, you know the deal. I’ll fuck you, but I’m not dating you. Go home.”

Yami watched Jou put on his shoes and grab his jacket, ignoring the dejected look in his eyes. Even if Jou weren’t crazier than a shit house rat, they would never be more than fuck buddies. It was about business after all.


Bakura didn’t get home until the sun was setting. He’d left Ryou sleeping peacefully when he headed out to run some errands for Yami. He was happy to get out of the house after the conversation he’d had with Yami that morning – even now it pissed him off to think about it.

This morning he had come upstairs to find Yami reading the paper and just wanted to get to work. “Is the stuff ready to go?”

Yami looked over the top of his newspaper, arcing a questioning eyebrow. “What? No good morning?”

“Fuck you, Yami. I’m still pissed about what you did last night to Ryou.”

Yami lowered his paper, eyes hard. “What exactly did I do to Ryou?”

“I can’t believe you got him high, that’s what! Christ, Yami, don’t you ever think?”

“No, it’s you who’s not thinking! You’re the one who’s letting yourself be led around by your dick. I didn’t even offer your little boyfriend a hit – he asked for it. So get off your fucking high horse before I knock you off it.”

“You could have told him ‘no’.” Bakura sat down, suddenly feeling very tired.

“Who the fuck are you anyway? Are you the same guy who used to push weed on all your conquests because it would increase business?” Yami folded his paper and set it on the table, looking at Bakura. “You’re letting yourself get too wrapped up in this one. You’ve had your fun, now let him go.”

“You have no idea what it’s like, do you? I really care about him. I know you can’t possibly understand seeing all this is way beyond you – it’s not just about sex!”

“Then maybe you should get yourself re-admitted and have your head examined. You’re getting involved with a kid riddled with mental illness.”

“And what about you? Like Jou’s sane.”

“It’s not the same at all. We’re not involved, and as soon as he crosses the line he’s gone.”

“Maybe you should tell him that, because I don’t think that’s how he sees it! You should be really careful, Yami – Ryou might have his problems, but at least I know he won’t kill me. If I were you I’d sleep with one eye open after you tell Jou to piss off.”

“Fuck you, Bakura.” Yami growled, hands fisted on the table, trying to control his anger. “Don’t you have some work to do?”

“One more week, Yami, one more week, and you won’t have to worry about me anymore. Ryou and I will be long gone.”

Yami’s expression softened slightly, his voice quiet. “But I do worry about you, that’s why I’m telling you all this shit. Just promise me you’ll be careful.”

Bakura nodded. “You too.” He shook his head and sighed, ready to move on to something else. “Everything ready to go?”

“Yeah, black bag.”

“Okay, I’ll be back later. Keep an eye on Ryou, please? And do me a favor and don’t give him any more weed.”

“As you wish.”


It was like déjà vu when Bakura walked into the kitchen tonight and found Yami sitting at the table, reading the paper. He glanced around and realized Yami was alone.

“Everything go smoothly?” Yami asked, putting the paper on the table and stretching his arms over his head.

“Yeah. That guy over on 5th gave me some trouble, but I took care of it.”

“Good.” Yami smirked, motioning towards the counter. “I left some food out for Ryou, and he never came upstairs, so you might as well have it.”

“What do you mean he never came upstairs?”

“I only saw him once all day when he came up to use the bathroom. He’s been sleeping I guess.” Yami watched the worried look cross Bakura’s face and shook his head – he wasn’t getting involved.

Bakura took off downstairs; the feeling of déjà vu magnified when he was Ryou huddled under the blankets. Ryou was facing away from the door when Bakura sat next to him, smoothing a hand down the back of his hair. “Ryou, are you okay?”

Ryou nodded, not bothering to roll over.

“Yami said you slept all day, are you sick?”

Bakura was rewarded with a silent shake of his head. He didn’t like this silent treatment, so grabbed Ryou’s shoulder and rolled him over. Ryou’s eyes were red and puffy from crying. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Ryou forced a smile, tears still standing out in his eyes.

“Cut the shit, Ryou, and talk to me.” Bakura couldn’t help but let his frustration eek out in his voice.

“I don’t want to disappoint you.” Ryou hitched back a sob, face crumpling in tears.

Bakura lied down next to Ryou and pulled his trembling body into his arms. “How can you possibly disappoint me? If I don’t know what’s wrong, how can I help you?”

“Bakura – my skin is too tight and I can’t think straight. I feel so empty and hate myself for not being able to feel normal! You’re doing so much for me and I’m such a failure.” Ryou’s voice was filled with anguish as he buried his face in Bakura’s chest, sobbing.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?” Bakura could feel Ryou tense up at the anger in his voice and forced himself to calm down. “I’m here to take care of you.”

“But you shouldn’t have to take care of me! I should be able to take care of myself and I can’t. I’ve only been out for 5 days and I’m already a fucking basket case!”

“Shhhh…you are not. You just need to get used to being off your meds, and you will. You know, smoking pot last night didn’t help anything.”

“But what if I can’t do it?”

“Then we’ll deal with that together.”

Bakura stroked his back as his sobs died down, holding him until he calmed. “You should take a shower and eat something. Spending the whole day alone in bed would make anyone feel like shit.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I feel bad for you holding me, I’m probably pretty ripe.”

Bakura laughed, easing Ryou off his chest. “It’s okay – I love you even though you’re rank.”

They went upstairs and found the kitchen empty. “I’ll fix you something to eat while you take a shower.”

“I’d rather you showered with me, I don’t want to be alone.”

Bakura nodded, still worried about the drawn look on Ryou’s face. They went into the bathroom and Bakura started the shower and started to undress while Ryou brushed his teeth. He kept telling himself that they would just shower – Ryou seemed so fragile and didn’t need to deal with Bakura’s appetites. Ryou was inclined to disagree.

The hot water felt wonderful running down Ryou’s body, helping him relax. He stood passively and let Bakura shampoo his hair, enjoying the fingers massaging his scalp, the suds sliding down his chest and back. They took turns washing each other – Bakura trying to stay focused on the task at hand, willing himself to remain flaccid despite the alluring man next to him. He was caught off guard when Ryou dropped to his knees and took Bakura’s semi-erect cock into his mouth.

“Ryou?”

Ryou looked up at him with large eyes. “I need you, I need this.”

Bakura leaned against the wall, the heat of the shower combined with the pleasure making him feel lightheaded. When he felt himself grow close he pulled Ryou up and found his mouth, turning him so he was pinned against the wall and kissing him breathless before assuming the position that Ryou held previously. He enjoyed the soft moans he was causing, Ryou’s fingers clinging in his wet hair. Ryou tried to push him away when he felt his orgasm building, but Bakura wouldn’t let him – increasing the suction and plunging him deep down his throat. Ryou cried out so loudly when he came that no matter where Yami was in the house he would’ve heard it. Bakura stood up, supporting Ryou against his chest; he couldn’t ask for more. Ryou looked up at him seriously, touching his face with the tips of his fingers. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Ryou, we don’t have to.”

“Please, I need it.”

Bakura was too aroused to argue. He turned Ryou around and slid his arms around Ryou’s torso, pulling him close and supporting him as he guided his length in. The water eased the friction as Bakura took him, nipping at his shoulders and thrusting deep. Bakura kept one strong arm braced around Ryou’s waist while he sought out Ryou’s cock with the other, pleased to find it hard again. Bakura couldn’t hold back as he felt his orgasm build, his mouth leaving love bites across the back of Ryou’s neck and his hand willing Ryou closer. Bakura came first, his breathing ragged against Ryou’s ear when his lover finally found release. The heat of the water added to their disorientation as they struggled to stay upright.

Ryou found his voice first, stepping away and allowing Bakura to slip out of him. “Thank you.” He turned and kissed Bakura, laying his head on his slick chest.

“Anytime.” Bakura chuckled, squeezing Ryou tight. “Let’s get cleaned up and get some food, I’m starved.”


When they left the bathroom they found both Jou and Yami sitting at the table talking quietly. When they noticed the two they ceased their conversation. Yami looked at Ryou and smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better.” Ryou couldn’t help but blush, wondering to what exactly Yami was referring.

Yami nodded in response, looking quickly at Bakura and noting the steel in his eyes as he glared at Jou. Yami hoped Bakura didn’t start trouble with Jou. Jou had quite a temper and Yami would hate to lose such a great delivery guy, not to mention a great lay – Jou was quite talented. Despite this he wouldn’t let any harm come to Bakura unless he was inflicting it himself.

“Come on Jou, I have something I want to show you upstairs.”

Bakura snorted, accepting the glare from Jou and nodding appreciatively at Yami. They didn’t need any more excitement tonight. He watched the pair head out of the kitchen and sighed; things were getting a little to hot around here and he couldn’t wait for them to move on.


To be continued…


A/N: Well, here’s chapter 9, hot off the presses. Please tell me what you think, I NEED IT! Just to warn you, this story is starting to wind down, only a few chapters left…let’s all keep our fingers crossed for our favorite couple, shall we?