Kimi ga Iru
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Adult ++
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16
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73
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Daijoubu
Kimi ga Iru
Summary: Bakura Ryou time!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh…If I did, Anzu would have never existed and it’d be so smutty and innuendo filled it wouldn’t even be fit for European television.
Warnings: *giggles* dirty dirty!
Mini-rant Hello all. Schwarzwald here. Recently I’ve been writing this little Yu-gi-oh fanfiction and it has come to my attention that a few people have a problem with Yugi being the way he is in my fic. I’m sorry, but I’m sick of Yugi being this sweet uptight goodie goodie. It’s not like Yugi’s going to go Sith so just relax. If I wanted to, I could turn Yugi into a sleep and run whore who likes it in public and turn Marik into a boy scout. Don’t make me, cuz I can. And another thing, it’s not that I can’t take any bad criticism, it’s just that it peeves me to the moon when someone decides to do it anonymous. It’s cowardly. Besides, if you could do it better, wouldn’t you have your won fic? (to those of you that do, specifically Rachel Dragon, I totally read it and loved it) Anyhoo, as said by someone wise, I’ve got the creative control. You no likey, you no ready. I write fics to take off stress. I have two novels that I’m working on, one of which will be my thesis and work full time at a tedious library job. Even if no one read, I’d still write random fics. *bows* now to the fic.
Daijoubu*
After a phone call and a stern lecture from Yami, Yugi sat at the back of the cafeteria mumbling angrily at his lunch. He’d forgotten to even pack a lunch so he’d been forced to go through the lunch line. He now sat face to face with some sort of mystery meat and perpetual motion Jell-O. He poked the lime green creation and curled his lip in disgust. How could people eat this and not get sick?
“Bet there’s stuff like this in the shadow realm…”
“I could send you there to see.”
Yugi looked up and gave a short smile. “Hi Bakura. They let you out of the office?”
The brown eyed yami shrugged and sat down opposite the wide eyed teen. “Depends on what ‘let me’ means.” He watched Yugi and pointed at his lunch. “What the hell is that shit?”
The boy shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Bet it’s rat.” Bakura grabbed Yugi’s plastic fork and poked at it. “Dare me to eat it?”
“No.” Yugi smiled and watched Bakura dangle it over his mouth. The fork wobbled and the grey-brown slab of protein hit his cheek and slipped to the floor.
Yugi giggled and took back his fork. “Gonna clean that up?”
“No.” he said, wiping his cheek. He stared Yugi in the eyes. “I didn’t know you had it in you. You stood up to Pharaoh pretty good in there. In my day, staring the incarnation of Ra down could get you a swift execution.”
The boy shrugged and watched his Jell-O jiggle. Bakura leaned down and looked into his eyes.
“What’s wrong Midget?”
Instantly there was a fork millimeters away from Bakura’s eye. He blinked and held his ground. “Something wrong, I said.”
“I’m not a midget Bakura!” He stabbed the fork into his Styrofoam tray and crossed his arms. “This is all Atemu’s fault. No he’s going to tell Grandpa. I wasn’t even smoking!”
The yami leaned back and put his head on a fist. “You’re preaching to the choir! I heard him, how demeaning was he? ‘Aibou, why are you doing this?’”
Yugi growled and the white haired thief grinned. If he could turn Yami’s precious hikari against him –
“Y-yugi?”
Yugi looked up and sighed. Ryou wrung his hands and smiled expectantly at the other hikari. Yugi ignored him, looking back at his tray.
I’ll bet the milk’s normal… He picked up the carton labeled “Moo Juice” and began to drink it.
“Yugi please! I am sorry! Just talk to me!”
This was Bakura’s cue to intervene. “Why not just tell him Ryou? Tell him what’s in your diary! Just go ahead and say ‘Yugi, I have wet dreams about you every night! Please fuck me!’.”
The doe eyed hikari turned beet red and Yugi smirked, putting down his milk to look at Ryou.
“So, how does it feel Ryou? How does it feel to have your secrets broadcast?”
He stopped himself from laughing right in Ryou’s face as he saw tears in the boy’s eyes. He was still hurting and he wanted Ryou to feel every bit of it.
“Bakura!” the youth whimpered. “Why did you –”
“Why not?! You stupid prick! No one throws me out of the house I stole!” The thief got up and stood toe to toe with his hikari. “Besides, we all know who you really like.”
The boy ran off in tears and Bakura waved his hand dismissively before sitting back down. He looked at Yugi. “Look Midget, I’ve decided I like you!” He took Yugi’s milk and finished it off. He clapped the shorter teen on the shoulder and stood back up. “Ja!”
Yugi stared after Bakura as he left, not certain what had happened between them. Did this mean Marik and Bakura were his friends now?
He stared into his cryptic gelatin and sighed.
What a last couple of days…
**
Ryou cried into Bakura’s chest, gripping his arms and wailing pathetically. He couldn’t believe his yami was being so cruel to him in public. Bakura rolled his eyes and took another drag on his cigarette. He shouldn’t have let the hikari drag him behind the school like this, even if it did afford him a chance to smoke.
“Why! Why! Why are you doing this Bakura!?” He cried more and the thief grew agitated.
“Because my dear Hikari , you tired to get rid of me! Lay me aside!” He grabbed the back of Ryou’s hair and forced his head back. “Besides, no one wants a slut like you anyway! You think he’d take you!?”
Ryou sobbed. “I’m not! I’m not a slut Bakura –ah!”
Bakura back handed him. “SHUT UP! I see the way you throw yourself at him! How dare you!” He forced the boy to his knees and grinned maliciously. “Now…”
Ryou sniffled and flinched as he watched Bakura lower his cigarette. His eyes widened considerably as the yami rolled up the sleeve of his uniform shirt.
“No…” he whimpered. “Yami please don’t –”
He cried out as he was slapped again.
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” Bakura’s eyes were ablaze. “You know how to prevent this! You know what your choices are!”
The British teen looked at the cigarette then tearfully in Bakura’s. “Please, not at school –”
“I’ll do whatever I want when I want…” the thief said calmly and put the cigarette out on the boy’s arm.
Ryou screamed but was quickly beaten into silence by his yami. He leaned his face down so that their noses were nearly touching and spoke softly.
“Now, you have two new choices. You can choose my knife or you can choose my pleasure.”
Ryou began to cry again and pleaded with Bakura but the yami merely rolled his eyes and began to reach behind him to get his pocket knife. The doe eyed boy panicked.
“No! NO! I’ll do it! Please!”
Bakura laughed and let go of Ryou’s hair. “Then get to it slut.” He lit another cigarette and took a drag, observing Ryou through half lidded eyes. The boy took a few deep breaths but it didn’t help. He began to cry again even as he quickly began to unzip Bakura’s pants. He took the spirit’s already hardening member into his mouth and began to suck gently, tears running down his cheeks.
Bakura wiped the tears away and licked them off his fingers, beginning to grow more aroused by the second. He put out his cigarette and groaned, leaning back against the wall and fisting his hands in Ryou’s snow white hair.
“Good boy…” He leaned his head back and growled. “Oh Ra…there’s nothing like a slut when –uhn nothin’ like a slut when he wants it!” He moaned and began to push into Ryou’s mouth eagerly.
Ryou had ceased crying and was gripping his Yami’s thighs, purring deep in his throat. He ran his hands up and down Bakura’s thighs before digging his fingers back in. He let Bakura force his head down and moaned, beginning to enjoy himself.
“Oh Ra –Ra yes! You gorgeous little fuck! –” Bakura grunted and increased his pace. “Ra, Ra help me that blond bitch can’t suck me like you do –ahhh!”
Bakura cursed and spasmed against the wall as he came and Ryou swallowed it down, sucking his yami dry. When Bakura was done, he yanked the boy up and pinned him to the wall. His lips found Ryou’s neck and devoured the expanse of pale flesh as he grinded into the boy. He pulled at Ryou’s pants, begging.
“Please Ryou, please, just this once! If we do I’ll never hurt you again! Please –”
Ryou was panting, trying to stop Bakura’s hands. They were everywhere. HE felt them under his sweater vest, at his nipples, down his pants. He turned his head away, whimpering, his own eyes glazed over with the stirring of lust.
“Please Bakura! Stop it…” He pushed at the thief weakly. “No!”
“THIEF!” came a roar to the left of them.
Bakura froze and pushed away from Ryou. Damn it! It’s the Pharaoh! Just when I was so close!
“Get away from him Bakura! Right now!”
Ryou collapsed in relief when he saw Yami. If the violet eyed Egyptian hadn’t stopped Bakura, he didn’t know what he would’ve done.
Bakura spat on the ground before the hikari, zipped his pants and walked off. Yami approached the boy, appraising the situation.
“Are you alright?”
Ryou tried to fix his clothes and cover his freshly burned arm, but it was too late. Yami had seen enough.
“Ryou…” He bent to examine the arm and noticed other burns. He grabbed Ryou’s other arm and saw several cuts as well. “What does he do to you?!”
Ryou gave a weak smile and rolled down his sleeves. “No-nothing Yami-kun. I-I do it to myself!”
“What was he doing to you Ryou?”
The boy looked down, tears burning his eyes. “Nothing Yami-kun, really. Bakura was just –”
“Trying to rape you?” Yami was livid. “Ryou! That isn’t nothing! How can you let this go on?”
Brown eyes confronted amethyst. “How can I not? He’s my yami!” Tears began to run down his cheeks unbidden.
Yami helped him up and Ryou clung to him crying. He smoothed the boy’s hair and calmed him. He looked down at Ryou and wiped his tears.
“Ryou –”
“Look Pharaoh, just mind your own business! Please?”
Yami set his jaw and gave a nod, knowing if he spoke, his words would bind him. “Have you seen Yugi?”
Brown eyes saddened once more. “I saw him at lunch…but it’s last period now…” He looked into Yami’s eyes. “He’s so angry with me Yami-kun. I didn’t know all this would happen! Now Yugi hates me!”
Yami shook his head. “He doesn’t hate us Little One. He’s merely hurt. He’ll forgive us.”
“I hope so.”
****
*Courtesy of the Ulfuls!
*Alrighty! That was a little steamy ne? Lol. More to come. Ido two chapters a day, or will until the prewritten chapters run out, although, I’m mostly off script now…
*I know I know, so many dot dot dots…I love the damn things. I’ll try to stop okay?
*I’d like to thank Millie Rachel Dragon, Red Dragon, Kat, Shivers, Heike, Zacarane, Narm, Devious Lil Devil, Shadow of Light, ecristy85, Reyn, Camille, yukiko, and Lady Laran FOR NOT BEING COWARDS AND MAINLY FOR REVIEWING!!!!
*-sips Capri sun- Now to update again…
Summary: Bakura Ryou time!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh…If I did, Anzu would have never existed and it’d be so smutty and innuendo filled it wouldn’t even be fit for European television.
Warnings: *giggles* dirty dirty!
Mini-rant Hello all. Schwarzwald here. Recently I’ve been writing this little Yu-gi-oh fanfiction and it has come to my attention that a few people have a problem with Yugi being the way he is in my fic. I’m sorry, but I’m sick of Yugi being this sweet uptight goodie goodie. It’s not like Yugi’s going to go Sith so just relax. If I wanted to, I could turn Yugi into a sleep and run whore who likes it in public and turn Marik into a boy scout. Don’t make me, cuz I can. And another thing, it’s not that I can’t take any bad criticism, it’s just that it peeves me to the moon when someone decides to do it anonymous. It’s cowardly. Besides, if you could do it better, wouldn’t you have your won fic? (to those of you that do, specifically Rachel Dragon, I totally read it and loved it) Anyhoo, as said by someone wise, I’ve got the creative control. You no likey, you no ready. I write fics to take off stress. I have two novels that I’m working on, one of which will be my thesis and work full time at a tedious library job. Even if no one read, I’d still write random fics. *bows* now to the fic.
Daijoubu*
After a phone call and a stern lecture from Yami, Yugi sat at the back of the cafeteria mumbling angrily at his lunch. He’d forgotten to even pack a lunch so he’d been forced to go through the lunch line. He now sat face to face with some sort of mystery meat and perpetual motion Jell-O. He poked the lime green creation and curled his lip in disgust. How could people eat this and not get sick?
“Bet there’s stuff like this in the shadow realm…”
“I could send you there to see.”
Yugi looked up and gave a short smile. “Hi Bakura. They let you out of the office?”
The brown eyed yami shrugged and sat down opposite the wide eyed teen. “Depends on what ‘let me’ means.” He watched Yugi and pointed at his lunch. “What the hell is that shit?”
The boy shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Bet it’s rat.” Bakura grabbed Yugi’s plastic fork and poked at it. “Dare me to eat it?”
“No.” Yugi smiled and watched Bakura dangle it over his mouth. The fork wobbled and the grey-brown slab of protein hit his cheek and slipped to the floor.
Yugi giggled and took back his fork. “Gonna clean that up?”
“No.” he said, wiping his cheek. He stared Yugi in the eyes. “I didn’t know you had it in you. You stood up to Pharaoh pretty good in there. In my day, staring the incarnation of Ra down could get you a swift execution.”
The boy shrugged and watched his Jell-O jiggle. Bakura leaned down and looked into his eyes.
“What’s wrong Midget?”
Instantly there was a fork millimeters away from Bakura’s eye. He blinked and held his ground. “Something wrong, I said.”
“I’m not a midget Bakura!” He stabbed the fork into his Styrofoam tray and crossed his arms. “This is all Atemu’s fault. No he’s going to tell Grandpa. I wasn’t even smoking!”
The yami leaned back and put his head on a fist. “You’re preaching to the choir! I heard him, how demeaning was he? ‘Aibou, why are you doing this?’”
Yugi growled and the white haired thief grinned. If he could turn Yami’s precious hikari against him –
“Y-yugi?”
Yugi looked up and sighed. Ryou wrung his hands and smiled expectantly at the other hikari. Yugi ignored him, looking back at his tray.
I’ll bet the milk’s normal… He picked up the carton labeled “Moo Juice” and began to drink it.
“Yugi please! I am sorry! Just talk to me!”
This was Bakura’s cue to intervene. “Why not just tell him Ryou? Tell him what’s in your diary! Just go ahead and say ‘Yugi, I have wet dreams about you every night! Please fuck me!’.”
The doe eyed hikari turned beet red and Yugi smirked, putting down his milk to look at Ryou.
“So, how does it feel Ryou? How does it feel to have your secrets broadcast?”
He stopped himself from laughing right in Ryou’s face as he saw tears in the boy’s eyes. He was still hurting and he wanted Ryou to feel every bit of it.
“Bakura!” the youth whimpered. “Why did you –”
“Why not?! You stupid prick! No one throws me out of the house I stole!” The thief got up and stood toe to toe with his hikari. “Besides, we all know who you really like.”
The boy ran off in tears and Bakura waved his hand dismissively before sitting back down. He looked at Yugi. “Look Midget, I’ve decided I like you!” He took Yugi’s milk and finished it off. He clapped the shorter teen on the shoulder and stood back up. “Ja!”
Yugi stared after Bakura as he left, not certain what had happened between them. Did this mean Marik and Bakura were his friends now?
He stared into his cryptic gelatin and sighed.
What a last couple of days…
**
Ryou cried into Bakura’s chest, gripping his arms and wailing pathetically. He couldn’t believe his yami was being so cruel to him in public. Bakura rolled his eyes and took another drag on his cigarette. He shouldn’t have let the hikari drag him behind the school like this, even if it did afford him a chance to smoke.
“Why! Why! Why are you doing this Bakura!?” He cried more and the thief grew agitated.
“Because my dear Hikari , you tired to get rid of me! Lay me aside!” He grabbed the back of Ryou’s hair and forced his head back. “Besides, no one wants a slut like you anyway! You think he’d take you!?”
Ryou sobbed. “I’m not! I’m not a slut Bakura –ah!”
Bakura back handed him. “SHUT UP! I see the way you throw yourself at him! How dare you!” He forced the boy to his knees and grinned maliciously. “Now…”
Ryou sniffled and flinched as he watched Bakura lower his cigarette. His eyes widened considerably as the yami rolled up the sleeve of his uniform shirt.
“No…” he whimpered. “Yami please don’t –”
He cried out as he was slapped again.
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” Bakura’s eyes were ablaze. “You know how to prevent this! You know what your choices are!”
The British teen looked at the cigarette then tearfully in Bakura’s. “Please, not at school –”
“I’ll do whatever I want when I want…” the thief said calmly and put the cigarette out on the boy’s arm.
Ryou screamed but was quickly beaten into silence by his yami. He leaned his face down so that their noses were nearly touching and spoke softly.
“Now, you have two new choices. You can choose my knife or you can choose my pleasure.”
Ryou began to cry again and pleaded with Bakura but the yami merely rolled his eyes and began to reach behind him to get his pocket knife. The doe eyed boy panicked.
“No! NO! I’ll do it! Please!”
Bakura laughed and let go of Ryou’s hair. “Then get to it slut.” He lit another cigarette and took a drag, observing Ryou through half lidded eyes. The boy took a few deep breaths but it didn’t help. He began to cry again even as he quickly began to unzip Bakura’s pants. He took the spirit’s already hardening member into his mouth and began to suck gently, tears running down his cheeks.
Bakura wiped the tears away and licked them off his fingers, beginning to grow more aroused by the second. He put out his cigarette and groaned, leaning back against the wall and fisting his hands in Ryou’s snow white hair.
“Good boy…” He leaned his head back and growled. “Oh Ra…there’s nothing like a slut when –uhn nothin’ like a slut when he wants it!” He moaned and began to push into Ryou’s mouth eagerly.
Ryou had ceased crying and was gripping his Yami’s thighs, purring deep in his throat. He ran his hands up and down Bakura’s thighs before digging his fingers back in. He let Bakura force his head down and moaned, beginning to enjoy himself.
“Oh Ra –Ra yes! You gorgeous little fuck! –” Bakura grunted and increased his pace. “Ra, Ra help me that blond bitch can’t suck me like you do –ahhh!”
Bakura cursed and spasmed against the wall as he came and Ryou swallowed it down, sucking his yami dry. When Bakura was done, he yanked the boy up and pinned him to the wall. His lips found Ryou’s neck and devoured the expanse of pale flesh as he grinded into the boy. He pulled at Ryou’s pants, begging.
“Please Ryou, please, just this once! If we do I’ll never hurt you again! Please –”
Ryou was panting, trying to stop Bakura’s hands. They were everywhere. HE felt them under his sweater vest, at his nipples, down his pants. He turned his head away, whimpering, his own eyes glazed over with the stirring of lust.
“Please Bakura! Stop it…” He pushed at the thief weakly. “No!”
“THIEF!” came a roar to the left of them.
Bakura froze and pushed away from Ryou. Damn it! It’s the Pharaoh! Just when I was so close!
“Get away from him Bakura! Right now!”
Ryou collapsed in relief when he saw Yami. If the violet eyed Egyptian hadn’t stopped Bakura, he didn’t know what he would’ve done.
Bakura spat on the ground before the hikari, zipped his pants and walked off. Yami approached the boy, appraising the situation.
“Are you alright?”
Ryou tried to fix his clothes and cover his freshly burned arm, but it was too late. Yami had seen enough.
“Ryou…” He bent to examine the arm and noticed other burns. He grabbed Ryou’s other arm and saw several cuts as well. “What does he do to you?!”
Ryou gave a weak smile and rolled down his sleeves. “No-nothing Yami-kun. I-I do it to myself!”
“What was he doing to you Ryou?”
The boy looked down, tears burning his eyes. “Nothing Yami-kun, really. Bakura was just –”
“Trying to rape you?” Yami was livid. “Ryou! That isn’t nothing! How can you let this go on?”
Brown eyes confronted amethyst. “How can I not? He’s my yami!” Tears began to run down his cheeks unbidden.
Yami helped him up and Ryou clung to him crying. He smoothed the boy’s hair and calmed him. He looked down at Ryou and wiped his tears.
“Ryou –”
“Look Pharaoh, just mind your own business! Please?”
Yami set his jaw and gave a nod, knowing if he spoke, his words would bind him. “Have you seen Yugi?”
Brown eyes saddened once more. “I saw him at lunch…but it’s last period now…” He looked into Yami’s eyes. “He’s so angry with me Yami-kun. I didn’t know all this would happen! Now Yugi hates me!”
Yami shook his head. “He doesn’t hate us Little One. He’s merely hurt. He’ll forgive us.”
“I hope so.”
****
*Courtesy of the Ulfuls!
*Alrighty! That was a little steamy ne? Lol. More to come. Ido two chapters a day, or will until the prewritten chapters run out, although, I’m mostly off script now…
*I know I know, so many dot dot dots…I love the damn things. I’ll try to stop okay?
*I’d like to thank Millie Rachel Dragon, Red Dragon, Kat, Shivers, Heike, Zacarane, Narm, Devious Lil Devil, Shadow of Light, ecristy85, Reyn, Camille, yukiko, and Lady Laran FOR NOT BEING COWARDS AND MAINLY FOR REVIEWING!!!!
*-sips Capri sun- Now to update again…