Take Me

Hello. This is my first fic with aff.net so please review me. This is a nice little Bakura/Ryou. Other pairings may be Yugi/Yami, Jou/Seto, Honda/Otogi, and Anzu gets stuck with nobody because she is a bitch (sorry to all you Anzu fans out there). But anyway, the main idea of the story is Bakura and Ryou’s relationship. Enjoy.

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Ryou’s POV:

I watched him walk to his room in silence, admiring every move he made. The way his hips moved from side to side, the way he licked his lips when they were dry. How I’d love to do that for him, but he would be furious if I even tried. I agonizingly watched him then close the door, hearing the click of the lock as he bolted his room shut. My yami was always cruel and detached towards me, even when I tried to be as kind as I could to him. However, I think this only angered him even more. But yet, I loved him more than I had ever loved anything in my life. To me, he was beautiful.

However, this was a different case to everyone else that I know. Yami and Yugi are always asking me if he stills abuses me or if he’s been drinking and I always say no, even if he is. That’s just how loyal I am to him; I’ll even lie to my closest friends about Bakura. Of course, Malik always did know about the drinking and, sometimes, the drugs. Hell, he’d even come over to do it with Bakura. But that was just the way Malik was. Ever since he’d been defeated by Yami no Yugi, he’d been on a "road to self- discovery." To me, though, it was an excuse to get high, get drunk, and have sex twenty- four/ seven. I had to bear witness to all of Malik’s misdeeds because he lived in my apartment complex, across the hall. Malik could give a damn about me; he only really cared for Bakura. And of course, he did not speak up whenever Bakura would hit me.

But none of this mattered to me. Bakura had changed. He had quit the drinking and drugs and because of this, he stopped hitting me. This was almost a new beginning for me. No more hiding the bruises and cuts or missing school because I was so badly hurt. I was free! Of course, this made my mind wander. Wander into parts that I had never experienced before. I started to look at Bakura very differently. The seldom times he came out of his room, I would begin blushing hysterically and could feel my insides getting tight and hot. Never had I felt such a thing! The first time I had these feelings, I was terrified that Bakura would notice and interrogate me as to why I was so nervous. My heart almost stopped when he looked at me. Simply and shortly, in his style, he stated, "You look like shit. Take a pill or something." With that, he went into his room. I sat, in a state of shock at my actions. This was just the first time.

I had experienced many times after that where I would start feeling emotions that I shouldn’t, or rather, developed activity in certain areas whenever I would look at Bakura. He could be doing something as simple as getting a drink of water, flipping through the pages of a book, or even watching television and I would still be, what so many people call it, "turned on." Knowing that he was so close to me and yet so far away was devastating, especially since he seemed to take notice to my strange behavior every time it occurred and would lock himself away because of it. Just as he did now.

Ever since he had stopped the drinking and drugs, he had been different. He never said why he stopped but I know that it was hard for him, especially since there was the fucked up drug addict across the way that was always willing to share, as he sometimes liked to call it, "the fruit of his knowledge." But Bakura had been strong. Four months. I’ve counted four months today that he has been clean and sober. Not once has he hit me since. There was a price to pay for this, though, for this magnificent freedom. Bakura had lost all interest in the outside world. To him, the rest of the world could have been dead (save for Yami because Bakura, clean or not, has always bragged about how the Pharaoh will die at his hands only) and he wouldn’t care in the least bit. I don’t even think he cared about me.

I’ve been sitting on the couch for forty- five minutes, pondering what I should do. I can’t take it. I can’t take the silence between Bakura and I. I can’t take not knowing whether he cares for me or not. Not any more though. Tonight is the night I will either declare my independence and behold the true sexual nature of my feelings for Bakura or I will back away, into the shadows of obscurity, only to love him with remorse once more. I promise myself that I will not repent my actions. Slowly, I get up off of the couch and knock lightly on Bakura’s door. I hear rustling and movement, meaning he is actually going to come to the door to greet me, a rare treat. Perfect. ‘This will be the perfect night. Oh, how I’ve wanted this for so long. Just for him to touch me and have me, taking all of me into himself and giving himself unto me. Perfection. Ecstasy. Love.’ Just as I think these words, I see the doorknob turn slowly open.

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Just so people know, ‘...’ are personal thoughts. Thoughts that Ryou is thinking to himself. I’ll post as soon as I can write again. ‘Til then, matta ne, beautiful people of aff.net!