What Once Was

A/N: So, I got off the pills but now I can’t sleep. Every time I try to sleep I get this searing pain in my jaw. And when I do manage to fall asleep, I wake up an hour later in pain. Now I understand why my doctor gave me those pills. I tried only taking half a pill, but that didn’t work either. I guess I need to be knocked out in order to be able to sleep. This is funny. I mean I am really sleep deprived, but when you think about it it’s funny. And then yesterday I missed work because… well… I was at school when it started raining, and the rain just kept getting worse. I didn’t have an umbrella with me so as I got ready to go home, under the now really heavy storm, I got all wet. But I figured that getting a little wet wouldn’t hurt me. However, as I was getting to the bus stop (I didn’t have my car with me. My mom said she needed it) when I saw the bus coming down the street. So I ran to the bus stop because I didn’t want to miss the bus. These buses come once every half an hour. So as I was running I twisted my ankle, missed the bus and was stuck out in the rain for half an hour waiting for another bus. That wasn’t that bad though. About five minutes standing in the rain and horrible wind, my jaw started hurting. My doctor had told me that if the pain got too bad to put a heating pad on my jaw and I now understand why. My jaw locked. So I was wet, cold, with a twisted ankle, and couldn’t open my mouth to complain. But when I got home I took a warm bath and I feel better now. But I feel so bad for missing work. I couldn’t even call in sick because I couldn’t speak. I ended up texting one of my colleagues and asking him if he could please finish my experiment for me. I feel so bad for having someone do that. I am not usually one of those people who asks for favors.

Chapter 8


“What has he done to you?” Ryou’s gentle hands came up to his face, touching the bruise forming on his cheek. The hands traveled lower to explore his abused chest, and Kaiba smiled. Perhaps he would have an evening of pleasure after all.

With these thoughts he pulled in Ryou to his room, closing the door behind.

Taking hold of Ryou’s hands Kaiba whispered, “I’m fine.”

“Kaiba-sun, I am so sorry. Bakura is just… well... he is just… a little bit… overprotective of me… and… well… I think he saw… and was worried… and…” Ryou’s ranting was silenced by Kaiba’s lips pressing against his own.

Seto’s tongue slowly pressed against pale lips, which parted almost instantly to grant him access. Seto’s hand came up to grab the back of Ryou’s head, and the albino moaned into his mouth, arching his body into his embrace.

Soon, Seto had to break the kiss to get some air. Ryou’s gentle, caring, brown eyes looked into his own, and in them a saw a person completely different from Bakura. Kaiba ran his hand gently against Ryou’s face where Bakura’s scar used to be, feeling Ryou lean into his touch.

Definitely not Bakura.

Ryou’s own hand came up to touch his face and he flinched at the pain. It must be bruised from when Bakura hit me, he thought. Ryou’s fingers ghosted across his face, the worried expression returning to his face.

“I am fine, really. You don’t have to worry about me.”

But then Ryou’s fingers came up and Kaiba saw something red on them. It was blood, his blood. Bakura must have struck him harder than he remembered.

Kaiba took a hold of Ryou’s fingers, kissing each one, then he held the palm of the white-haired youth’s hand on his chest, smiling lightly. The kind albino leaned in towards him, hugging him tightly. Kaiba caressed the long, white hair, enjoying its smooth feel under his fingers.

Suddenly, Ryou pushed against Kaiba, stepping back from him. At the look of surprise on Kaiba’s face, he explained, “Bakura would kill you. I am sorry, but I can’t see you.”

Seto was dumbfounded for a moment. But just as Ryou was about to leave, he grabbed his arm.

“No, stay. Bakura and I had a little talk and I think we came to an understanding.” Kaiba was lying. In fact, he was sure that Bakura would show up again, and perhaps this time he would really choke him to death. But he wanted Ryou to stay; he needed Ryou to stay. “Please stay.”

At his words, Ryou seemed to relax, hugging Kaiba tightly once again.

“I am sorry Bakura is so mean. He is just trying to protect me. He doesn’t want me to get hurt,” Ryou said into Seto’s chest. “So he hurts others.” Ryou’s fingers touched his chest again, and Seto flinched.

“I am sorry,” Ryou said worried, stepping away again.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Seto replied, softly. He held Ryou’s hand and led him to his private bathroom.

The bathroom in the cottage wasn’t as lavish as the one Seto Kaiba had back in his manor, but was still very large, very high tech, and very comfortable. Seto grabbed some small towels, big enough to cover his face but nothing more, and went towards the sink.

Ryou beat him to it, turning on the water, putting the settings at warm, but not too hot. Then he dampened the cloth and proceeded to wipe Kaiba’s face. Kaiba was sitting on the closed lid of his toilet. He smiled as Ryou knelt in front of him, gently wiping off the blood from his face.

Ryou stood up to dampen the cloth again and this time, when he knelt in front of Kaiba, he started to clean his neck. The finger marks on Seto’s neck, obviously left there after being strangled, upset Ryou. He never thought of Bakura choking anyone. Gently, he leaned in and kissed Kaiba’s neck, being careful not to hurt the man.

The cloth kept wiping down his neck and chest, and Ryou’s soft lips followed its trail. Kaiba closed his eyes, his head thrown back, enjoying Ryou’s explorations. When Ryou was done wiping him, Kaiba grabbed his head, brining the soft lips to meet his own.

Ryou carefully managed to place the cloth on the sink as Kaiba gathered him in his arms, leading him back to the bedroom. The brunet set his companion on the edge of his king sized bed as he continued to kiss him.

Ryou’s boldness surprised him, as the albino started pulling his shirt off, but he said nothing of it. His own hands found Ryou’s shirt and in the next moment he was pulling off the youth’s shirt to reveal pale, flawless skin.

Kaiba pulled back form the kiss to admire the body in front of him, running a hand down Ryou’s chest. Kaiba smirked at the mark he had left on Ryou’s neck earlier before he stopped at a nipple, massaging it to hardness with his hand. His tongue quickly massaged the other sensitive nob, earning moans of pleasure from Ryou.

Pale hands came up to grab brown hair as Seto Kaiba’s tongue moved lower, licking at Ryou’s navel. Kaiba grabbed Ryou’s hips, pulling away to look into brown eyes.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” Kaiba asked. Ryou nodded his left from left to right, earning a smirk from the blue-eyed boy who was now kneeling at the edge of the bed.

It pleased Kaiba that Ryou was still a virgin, and that he was so willing to let him be the first man to explore his perfect body. He gently pushed Ryou onto his back on the bed, his hands moving to unfasten Ryou’s pants.

Ryou gasped, his eyes closed, as Kaiba’s hands pulled his pants and his underwear to his ankles, lifting his feet up on the bed. He felt very vulnerable, and excited, and he loved every second of it. He had seen Marik and Bakura have various types of sexual intercourse in their living room, and their kitchen, and the sofa, and his room, and the balcony, and the roof, and the car, and many other places, but experiencing it himself thrilled him on completely different levels.

Ryou gasped, grabbing the sheets beneath his fingers, as Kaiba started to massage his cock. His hand was slippery, as though he had put some sort of oil or lotion on it, and it felt warm.

“Uhhnnnn…” Ryou moaned as Kaiba’s tongue teasingly touched the tip of his dick. A warm hand came up to cup his balls as the teasing tongue continued to lick his shaft up and down, and Ryou’s moans became more vocal, his breathing now more shallow and faster.

“Ahhhhh…” Ryou screamed as Kaiba’s hot mouth enveloped his cock, taking him inside. Never in his wildest dreams could Ryou have imagined pleasure this wonderful, this fulfilling.

Kaiba kept bobbing his head up and down Ryou’s shaft, taking the albino deeper with each stroke, until he was deepthroating him.

Ryou wanted to thrust up into Kaiba’s mouth, but he didn’t dare to make a single move, afraid that the slightest of movements would make Kaiba stop, would make the wonderful sensations coursing through his body cease. So he just lay there, still, moaning helplessly, completely giving in to Kaiba.

Within minutes Ryou moaned deeply, finally thrusting up his hips as he released his seed into Kaiba’s mouth. To his delight, for some inexplicable reason, it pleased him to see Kaiba swallowing his cum, licking him clean.

Once finished with his task, Kaiba pulled off his own pants, but not his underwear, and climbed into bed with Ryou. He pulled the shorter up so that both their heads were resting on pillows, and he just held him tight.

Seto Kaiba wanted badly to take Ryou right now, to penetrate the virgin ass that was no doubt tight and hot. But he restraint from doing so, at least for the day. The boy was a virgin, and Kaiba was way too tired to be as gentle with him as one should with a virgin.

So he just held Ryou tight as they drifted off to sleep.


Marik’s eyes went form left to right, then left, then right again as he watched Bakura pace in their room. The tomb robber had come back with bloody knuckles and he had been silently pacing the room, except for the occasional grunts.

Marik was sitting on the edge of their bed, watching his lover with an annoyed expression on his face.

“You look like anger but smell like pain,” the tomb keeper finally said.

Bakura corked an eyebrow at him. Marik had a strange way of speaking, but he was right. Even though Bakura looked angry from the outside he was hurting on the inside. He wasn’t sure why, though.

“What do you know?”

“Sound like betrayal,” Marik answered.

At this Bakura stopped moving. He did feel betrayed. But he wasn’t sure if he felt betrayed by his light or his former lover. Maybe it was the two of them together that bothered him so. But why should it bother him what the priest and his light did?

But the thought of the priest touching Ryou, enjoying his touch, having sex… it just made him angrier and he began pacing again.

Marik sighed. He stood up and came towards Bakura, grabbing the smaller yami from behind. He pulled the white hair towards the side, exposing Bakura’s neck. His tongue licked a vulnerable vain there, making Bakura close his eyes.

“Taste like blood,” Marik said. In fact, Bakura felt as though his blood was boiling in his veins. But he let Marik take control of his body for now, enjoying the distraction.

There would be enough time later to figure sort out his feelings.

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