I Wanna Make You Cry

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yugioh or the characters therein, nor do I own Disney or Aladdin, nor the song I Wanna Make You Cry.

WARNINGS*** This story contains Yaoi (men having sex with men) as well as shouenen-ai (male/ male relationships), and a very explicit lemon. If you are offended by any of these things or simply do not like to read about it then leave now; you have been warned and read at your own risk.

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~Song Lyrics~


I WANNA MAKE YOU CRY
By Terra

Ryou slowly made his way up the walk to his front door. His normal cheerful and positive demeanor had been reduced to barely tolerant and hopefully functioning. His shoulders slumped under the weight of his backpack. His feet barely cleared the cement. His usually shining eyes were dull and lifeless.

He pulled his keys from his jacket pocket and unlocked the door with a grateful sigh, pushing it open with his shoulder. He fell against the door to close it before dropping his backpack with a thud, and slipping off his shoes. He unbuttoned his jacket while walking into the living room, tossing it at a chair. It missed, landing in the floor. He just stared at it.

“It can stay the bloody hell there.” He said, flopping down on the couch.

He stared at the TV. The remote lay on the far end of coffee table. He decided it wasn’t worth the effort to get up and grab it. He threw an arm over his face letting out a deep sigh.

“I swear. One more freaking exam and I’ll seriously consider letting Bakura gut one of those teachers.” Ryou muttered.

He contemplated that thought for a moment. “No, I’d let him gut them all, with a rusty fork.”

Ryou chuckled as he thought about how his darker half would react to that. He could just see Bakura’s face light up like it was his birthday, Christmas had come early, he’d won the lottery, and Yami had died again all at the same time.

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Bakura walked towards his house with a slight bounce in his step. Anyone who knew him would think he had just had his life long dream come true; Yami sent to Shadow Realm in teeny-tiny pieces. He carried several large bags from various stores around town. Bakura was plotting.

Ryou had been studying hard all month for some exam things at school this week. Bakura didn’t understand what the big deal was but they seemed to be important to his light. He had offered to send the school to the Shadow Realm so Ryou wouldn’t have to take them. Ryou had not only said no but “Hell no and no more sex if you do!”

Bakura frowned when he discovered the door unlocked. He knew instantly his light was home. Ryou seemed to not understand an unlocked door was the same as saying, “Come on in. Rob me. Kill me.” to a thief. Bakura would know; he was after all the King of Thieves, contrary to this dumb ass Disney guy. Pfft! Only a wussy who didn’t know jack about thievery would need a flying carpet. Bakura didn’t need no pansy genie; a sharp dagger and his wits were quite sufficient thank you.

Bakura set his bags on the kitchen table and went into the living room finding his light asleep on the couch. He smiled at the sleeping angel then covered him with the blanket Ryou insisted on keeping in the recliner. He leaned over, brushing his lips against the boy’s cheek. Ryou smiled in his sleep and snuggled into the warmth of the blanket. Turning back to the kitchen, Bakura noticed Ryou’s jacket in the floor. His light must be exhausted to have left it there. He hung it in the closet then began preparing his surprise for Ryou.

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Ryou slowly woke to a pair of lips gently caressing his. He gladly responded by deepening the kiss. He opened his eyes when it was broken by the other.

“Enjoy your nap, my beautiful light?” Bakura asked softly.

Ryou blushed at the endearment and smiled at his yami. He still wasn’t completely used to this gentler Bakura.

“What time is it?” he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Dinner time. Now, up and eat. You’re too damn skinny.” Bakura took Ryou’s hand helping him to rise.

“What!?” Ryou jumped as Bakura placed his hands over his eyes. He still startled when Bakura did something like that. Once it had meant he was in for a very unpleasant experience, but now it meant the opposite.

Bakura guided Ryou to the dining room. “Surprise.” He whispered removing his hands.

Ryou was stunned by the sight before him. Candles on the table cast a soft glow throughout the room. A bouquet of roses filled the air with their light fragrance. A single plate filled with glazed ham, steamed cabbage and roasted potatoes sat at the end of the table, complete with rolls and a bottle of chilling wine. There was even a chocolate cheesecake for dessert.

“It’s beautiful yami and all my favorites too. Thank you.” Ryou hugged his dark, kissing his cheek.

“I thought you could use a bit of pampering after all those exam things.” Bakura returned the kiss. “Since you wouldn’t let me send the damn school to the Shadow Realm.” he added smirking.

Taking his hand, Bakura led Ryou over to the table and sat down, pulling him onto his lap. He reached for the chilled bottle and filled a wineglass.

“You know I don’t drink, yami.” Bakura smirked as he held out the glass. Ryou took a tentative sip; his eyes widening in surprise. “Sparkling grape cider.”

“Also your favorite."

With a smile, Bakura lifted a small amount of ham up to his light. Ryou accepted the morsel, closing his eyes, savoring the delicious flavors. Bakura had become quite the chef once he got the hang of the stove, and stopped sending the oven, and microwave, to the Shadow Realm.

They sat in comfortable silence as they shared the meal, with Bakura occasionaly placing light kisses along Ryou’s neck and jaw. Ryou leaned into Bakura, enjoying the rare attention. True, Bakura was no longer the abusive heartless man he had been when he first emerged from the ring, but he still had a great deal of difficulty showing his deeper feelings.

“That was an excellent dinner, yami. Thank you.”

Bakura lightly traced a fingertip along the edge of Ryou’s ear and down his face, sending a delightful shiver through the boy. “The night is only beginning, my love.” Bakura kissed Ryou’s nose. “Stay here.”

Ryou watched as Bakura went upstairs. With a contented smile, he reached out plucking a rose from the vase. Leaning back in the chair, he closed his eyes inhaling the sweet scent, “I love you, Bakura.” he sighed.

“I love you as well.” Bakura pressed a kiss to the soft skin of Ryou’s neck. “Now, come with me.” He reached and grabbed the vase from the table. “We’ll need these.” He winked at Ryou causing the younger to blush.

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Ryou gasped when Bakura opened the door to the bath. Candles and incense were scattered around the room casting an ethereal glow across the water filled tub. Two silk robes hung on hooks nearby.

“Yami...” Ryou was silenced by a finger placed against his lips. Bakura trailed said finger down to Ryou’s shirt. He deftly opened the buttons and slipped the cloth from the pale shoulders. Pulling the boy into his arms, Bakura trailed light kisses along Ryou’s shoulder, pausing at the junction of his neck gently nipping as he suckled the sweet skin, leaving his mark.

Ryou moaned in pleasure from his yami’s ministrations. He brought his hands up to remove his love’s shirt only to have Bakura grasp his wrists. “No, beloved. Tonight is for you. Tonight I give to you as you have given to me.” Bakura pulled Ryou into a kiss, tender yet filled with all the desire and love he felt for his light. He stroked Ryou’s pale chest, lightly thumbing over his nipples being rewarded with another moan.

Ryou’s moan became a soft cry as Bakura took one pink nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he flicked his tongue across the hardening nub. Fisting his hands in Bakura’s snowy hair, Ryou arched his back seeking more contact. With a parting nip, Bakura trailed his way lower, pausing at Ryou’s navel to delve inside the shallow hollow. Bakura glanced up as Ryou whimpered. His breath hitched when he saw the pure pleasure displayed on his lover’s face. He quickly unbuckled Ryou’s belt and released his hardened shaft from the confines of his jeans.

Bakura hooked his thumbs in the waist of Ryou’s boxers, sliding both garments down his slender legs. Sliding his hands back up to Ryou’s hips, Bakura leaned in flicking the tip of Ryou’s quivering arousal with his tongue.

Ryou cried out, tightening his grip on Bakura’s hair as the wet heat brushed his manhood. “You like, beautiful?” Bakura asked, his voice husky. Ryou simply nodded. “Good,” Bakura smirked. “There’s more to come.”

“We should get you into the bath before you get cold.” Bakura scooped Ryou up and settled him carefully into the water. He picked up the vase of roses and began to pluck the petals from the stems. Once satisfied with the amount, Bakura sprinkled them in the bath water. After stripping with unrivaled speed, Bakura slipped into the water behind Ryou, pulling him onto his lap.

“I’m beginning to think you like me here,” Ryou teased, pressing his hips down on his yami.

Bakura groaned. “It has obvious advantages.” He leaned foreword and exhaled on the back of Ryou’s neck sending a shiver of pleasure through the hikari. “Doesn’t it?”

Bakura pulled Ryou against his chest. “Close your eyes.” He sluiced water through Ryou’s hair, wetting it thoroughly. He reached over, picking a bottle from the floor. “Apple?” Ryou nodded, sighing as Bakura worked the thick fragrant gel into his hair.

“Bakura?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why?”

Bakura continued to work the lather through Ryou’s hair. “You deserve this and more, my love. I can’t make up for my past actions...”

“I’ve forgiven you for all that, yami.” Ryou interrupted. “You should forgive yourself.”

“Close your eyes.” Bakura rinsed Ryou’s hair clean before continuing. “I can only show you what you mean to me. You are more than my light or my lover. I owe you my life... and my salvation. You gave me all you had and asked nothing for yourself in return. That is very rare in a mortal.”

Bakura began to lather a cloth with soap. “Lean up.” He moved aside Ryou’s wet hair pressing kisses down his spine before gently cleaning him with the cloth. “You are my greatest strength, and my greatest weakness. I will kill anyone who tries to harm you in any way. Yet every day I fear that will be the day you are taken from me.”

Bakura rinsed the soap from his love’s body. He cupped Ryou’s cheek, turning him to gaze into his eyes. “How do I live with this weakness that is you? Yet without you I have no life.” He captured Ryou’s lips in a fierce kiss, sliding his tongue along Ryou’s lower lip, asking for entrance which was quickly granted. Like the true thief he was, Bakura slipped inside and plundered every inch of that sweet cavern. Ryou shyly caressed Bakura’s tongue with his own causing the dark one’s desire for the angel in his arms to flare into a barely controlled fire.

After they broke apart for air, Ryou gazed into his dark’s eyes. He felt as if he were drowning. “Out.” Bakura growled lustily, breaking the spell.

Bakura’s hands caressed every weak spot on Ryou’s body as he dried the pale skin. Ryou leaned heavily against him, eyes closed, panting. His yami knew just how to make his knees weak. He felt Bakura’s fingers ghosting along his inner thighs then cried out as his length was fully engulfed in the searing heat of Bakura’s mouth.

Ryou whimpered Bakura’s name as his tongue slid around the weeping head, pushing against the slit at the tip. Ryou clutched at Bakura’s shoulders to keep from falling as he swallowed around him. Bakura kissed down Ryou’s shaft only to lick back up the sensitive underside to engulf him once again. Ryou whimpered trying to thrust deeper into the silky warmth, stopped only by the firm grip Bakura had on his hips. Bakura sucked hard, deep throating him once again before he slowly withdrew, rubbing his cheek against the silken flesh in apology.

“Not yet, sweet one. Soon, I promise, but not yet.” He slipped the white silk robe over Ryou’s shoulders before donning a similar black one for himself and leading his lover to the bedroom.

There were no candles burning in the bedroom, none were needed. Moonlight spilled across the bed from the open windows; the curtains moving slightly in the gentle breeze. Bakura lead Ryou to the center of the room then turned on the stereo. The soft sounds of a song Ryou didn’t recognize began to play as Bakura pulled him into his arms. As they moved to the music, Bakura softly began to sing.

~How long has it been?
How long have you held it in?
An’ how long will you wait,
Before you let someone take your breath away again?~

Bakura leaned in to brush his lips across Ryou’s before continuing.

~I wanna be the one who turns you on,
Makes love til the lonely’s gone.
Be the man you dreamed of all your life.
I swear I’ll make it last until,
Tears of joy come pourin’ from your eyes.
I wanna make you cry.~

Bakura held Ryou face gently, bringing them together until their foreheads touched.

~Tell me what to do,
And I’ll do what you want me to.
‘Cause darlin’ I believe,
That I have fallen hopelessly and helplessly in love with you.~

Bakura kissed the tip of Ryou’s nose, gazing into his soulful eyes.

~I wanna be the one who turns you on,
Makes love til the lonely’s gone.
Be the man you dreamed of all your life.
I swear I’ll make it last until,
Tears of joy come pourin’ from your eyes.
I wanna make you cry. ~

As the instrumental break began to play, Bakura pulled a small black box from his pocket. Going down on his knees before Ryou, he opened the box, holding it up to his teary eyed lover.

“Ryou, I am not worthy of you. I have beaten you and tortured you for no reason other than my own sick pleasure. I am nothing but a lowly tomb robber. I have little to offer. All I can give you is my love and my heart for all eternity. I love you. Will you accept my small gift and agree to be mine?”

“Are you asking me to...to marry you?” Ryou managed to whisper. Bakura nodded. “Yes.” Was all Ryou could manage before his tears began to fall.

Rising, Bakura slipped the ring onto Ryou’s finger, and began to sing once again.

~I swear I’ll make it last until,
Tears of joy come pourin’ from your eyes.
I wanna make you cry.
I wanna make you cry.~

Bakura gently brushed Ryou’s tears away. “My beloved, anything you ask of me, I will do.”

“I only ask one thing of you, my beautiful yami,” Ryou leaned in softly whispering, “Love me.”

Bakura pressed a kiss to Ryou’s cheek, “For all eternity.”

Bakura slipped the robe from Ryou’s body; his soon joined it on the floor. He scooped Ryou up bridal style and carried him over to the bed, gently laying him amongst the pillows. “So beautiful.” He lightly ran his finger up Ryou’s neck to cup his chin. “So beautiful.” He leaned down taking Ryou in a heated kiss; his tongue demanding entry as he pressed his body flush against his light’s.

Bakura slid his hand over Ryou’s chest, brushing fingertips over a nipple, working the sensitive nub to hardness. Ryou arched his back, breaking the kiss to pull air into his straining lungs. Bakura groaned at the sight before him. Ryou merely responded to Bakura’s ministrations, completely unaware of the affect his actions had on the dark spirit. Bakura clamped his eyes closed, taking deep controlled breaths in a desperate attempt to reign in his raging passions. He wanted this night to be more than a lustful joining, he fully intended to worship Ryou in ever way possible, even if he killed himself in the process.

“Bakura...” Ryou murmured, “Please...” He thrust his hips up, brushing his erection against Bakura’s thigh.

“Patience, beloved.” Bakura kissed Ryou’s chest over his racing heart. “All your needs will be fulfilled, I promise.”

Bakura pressed kisses along Ryou’s collarbone as he wrapped skilled fingers around his throbbing length, pumping firmly and slowly. He licked his way to the sensitive area behind Ryou’s ear before nipping at the lobe. Bakura rubbed his thumb along the weeping slit of Ryou’s length wringing a cry of pleasure from the panting angel.

“...uhhhh... ‘Kura,” Ryou felt as if he would burst into flame from the heat radiating from his other’s body.

“You know what I want, beloved.” Bakura whispered, tightening his grip on Ryou ever so slightly. Ryou cried out at the added pressure. Bakura flicked his tongue along the outer shell of Ryou’s ear. “That’s it, love.” Bakura continued stroking Ryou as he nuzzled into his neck, nipping at the tender flesh. “Scream for me. Let me hear your glorious voice.”

“Yami...” Ryou sobbed. “Please... stop teasing me...I...I need...I...”

“Shhh...I know, beloved. I know what you need.” Bakura slowly trailed down Ryou’s body, nipping and licking at the trembling flesh beneath him. He paused only a moment to gently bite at each of Ryou’s hardened nubs.

Ryou whimpered in protest when Bakura released his throbbing shaft, only to scream in ecstasy when he was taken fully into Bakura’s wet cavern.

Bakura still felt a deep satisfaction at torturing his light. Only now the instruments he used were his tongue and hands instead of his dagger and whip. Now he caused his light intense pleasure instead of unendurable pain. The result was the same, Ryou would scream, beg, and writhe. Bakura had come to realize it wasn’t the submission of his light he desired but the reaction. There was no more beautiful sight in the all of existence than Ryou sweat covered, panting, and thrashing, especially in need.

Bakura took a firm grip on his angel hips and deep throated him, humming as he did. Ryou fisted his hands in the sheets, moaning. Bakura pulled up to swirl his tongue around the weeping tip, tasting the salty fluid gathered there. Ryou was close to the edge. Bakura deep throated him again, grazing his teeth along the entire length. Ryou stiffened then screamed as he spilled his release into Bakura’s greedy mouth.

Bakura milked Ryou of every drop. He rose up, taking his lover in a gently kiss. “You are sweeter than honey, my angel.” He pulled the trembling boy close to his chest, holding him as he came down from his climax.

Ryou looked up with passion filled eyes. “’Kura, you...”

“No, love, I’ll have my pleasure, rest assured. But first I intend to reduce you to a quivering pile of well pleasured flesh.” A violent shudder ran through Ryou at Bakura’s words.

“Then get on with it, yami.” Ryou had a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Damn you’re slow.”

“I’ll make you regret those words,” Bakura growled. “In a most pleasurable way.” Ryou groaned as Bakura attacked his neck.

Bakura slipped a hand under the pillows and pulled out a tube of scented oil. Expertly flipping the cap open with one hand, he drizzled the cool liquid over Ryou’s chest, causing his angel to gasp. He slowly spread the oil over Ryou’s body, lightly pinching his nipples in the process, being certain to coat his fingers. He pulled Ryou into a mind numbing kiss as he stroked down Ryou’s body, cupping the twin globes between his legs, massaging them, before sliding lower to circling his entrance. Slowly, Bakura pressed a slick digit past the tight ring of muscle until it was completely buried inside his lover.

He moved his finger slowly in and out of Ryou, watching his face closely for any signs of discomfort. No matter how many times they made love, Ryou remained incredibly tight. Bakura knew Ryou’s pain tolerance was low and each time he feared hurting his little lover.

Ryou bucked against Bakura’s hand; his silent signal for Bakura to continue. Bakura kissed along Ryou’s thigh, distracting him as he added a second finger. He scissored the digits, gently stretching Ryou’s body. Slightly curving his fingers, Bakura brushed against Ryou’s prostate, making his lover cry out.

“Gods! Yami!” Ryou pressed down against his hand. “More... Now!”

With a smirk, Bakura brushed the nerves again, receiving an overwhelming burst of pleasure through their shared mind link. He slipped in a third finger and began to pleasure his angel in earnest, spreading his fingers to further stretch his lover. Ryou bucked against the delightful intrusion as Bakura took his renewed erection into his mouth. Bakura removed his hand, receiving a whine of protest from Ryou at the loss.

“Patience, love.” Bakura moaned at the feeling of the cool oil on his heated skin as he coated his erection.

Ryou watched through half lidded eyes the erotic sight of his highly aroused yami preparing himself. He reached up to slowly circle a fingertip around Bakura’s perk nipple. “I want you, yami. I need you.”

“So you shall have me, angel.” With that, Bakura pressed slowly into Ryou’s tight channel. Impatient, Ryou thrust upwards, burying Bakura completely within him, crying out at the sudden pain.

Bakura held completely still waiting for Ryou to adjust to the sudden intrusion. “Angel?” Bakura gently stroked his cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, love.” Ryou’s voice was slightly shaky from the pain. “Please... move.”

Bakura grinned as he pulled almost completely out to slowly press back in. He soon set up a slow steady rhythm that would bring both of them hours of bliss. Bakura was content to watch the beauty of his light writhing in pleasure beneath him.

Ryou shifted and thrust his hips up, causing Bakura to hit his prostate dead on. His scream of ecstasy shattered Bakura’s control.

With a growl, Bakura quickened his pace, hitting Ryou’s prostate with each stroke.

“Gods, ‘Kura!......so good.......harder... love........please!” Ryou moaned.

Bakura began to pound into his light, racing towards his climax. He reached down, grasping Ryou’s aching manhood, stroking in time to his thrusts. He felt Ryou begin to tremble just before he arched up, screaming as he came violently, spilling his release on both their stomachs.

Feeling Ryou’s inner walls clamp down around him pushed Bakura over the edge as well. With a final thrust, he threw back his head. “Mine!” he roared as he spilled his essence deep inside his lover.

Bakura eased himself down beside Ryou with shaky arms. He pulled his little lover close, holding him tightly until his body ceased to shake and his breathing returned to normal.

“Bakura, I love you.” Bakura said nothing, simply tightening his hold on Ryou.

Ryou looked up to see a single tear slid down Bakura’s cheek. “Yami? Love, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t deserve you, beloved,” he whispered. “Why do you let me stay?”

Ryou kissed his dark tenderly. “Because I am the only one to touch your heart deep enough to make you cry. I like being there.”

Bakura pulled Ryou on top of him bringing the blankets over them both.

“Are you sure you can sleep with me on top of you, yami?” Ryou asked nuzzling his dark’s neck.

“You end up here anyway, beloved,” Bakura ran his fingers through the long, silken tresses, kissing his lover’s forehead.

Sated and content, both were soon asleep in the safety of each other’s arms.

THE END

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