Love Through Anything

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.

I had this up before, but I decided to fix some things, then repost it. Last time, I didn’t get the chapters out fast, but I’m trying to fix that. I’ll say it now and probably more in the future; I am sorry for making y’all wait. I’m bad about that.
Also, I renamed this thing and well, dammit! I suck at names, so if it doesn’t fit or y’all have a suggestion, help please!
Anyway.... here it is, revised.

Chapter 1

Ryou shifted in the desk he was sitting in and winced. He sat hunched, with his chin resting on his right palm.

He tried to focus on the pacing teacher at the front of the classroom and gave up.

The woman wouldn’t stop moving and Ryou couldn’t keep following her with his eyes. He became dizzy after the first few moments.

He guessed, he felt that way because of the night before. Bakura hadn’t been in the greatest of moods, so he took it out on Ryou, as usual.

Bakura had been throwing the boy around and Ryou hit the back of his head on a sharp edge of an end table. He passed out and awoke strewn out across his bed, his head aching.

Ryou rubbed the back of his head where it throbbed. He looked up at the still pacing teacher.

‘That woman couldn’t stop moving if her life depended on it,’ Ryou thought.


The class ended, teacher pacing until the end. Ryou stood up and gathered his things together.

“Yo, Ryou,” Jonouchi walked up to him with Kaiba, “You gonna sit with us today?”

“Yes,” Ryou replied and put his books under his right arm, “Shall we go?”

They all left together and went to the secluded spot the group always sit in.

When they arrived, Yugi was already there in Yami’s arms, leaning against him.

The pair looked up at the three when they walked up. Kaiba and Jonouchi sat together under a tree, Kaiba’s arm around Jonouchi’s waist. Ryou sat against the school building. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

“Ryou?” Yami looked over at the white haired teen, “Are you alright?”

Ryou opened his eyes and nodded, “Yes, Yami, I’m fine.”

Yami wasn’t convinced, “Are you sure? Has the tomb-robber been doing something to you?”

“No,” Ryou said, sharply.

Yami stared at him with wide eyes. For Ryou to speak with such sharpness in that tone of voice was....... Surprising.

Ryou looked down, saying nothing else.

“Ryou, you shouldn’t-” Yugi started, but was interrupted by a rough, harsh voice.

“He shouldn’t what, runt?” it came from Ryou, but only it wasn’t Ryou, it was Bakura.

Bakura glared at Yugi, his chocolate brown eyes burning into the tri-hair colored teenager.

Yugi averted his gaze to the ground and fell silent.

“Come on, runt,” Bakura said, “Ryou can still hear you, tell him what he shouldn’t do.”

“Stop it, Tomb-robber,” Yami ordered.

“The ordering Pharaoh, as usual, I see,” Bakura snorted, “What am I to stop, eh, Pharaoh?”

“What you’re doing now,” Yami said, “What you’re doing to Ryou.”

“And what, exactly, am I doing to Ryou?” the tomb-robber asked, glare hardening.

“Hurting him,” Yugi whispered.

“What, runt?” Bakura stood.

Yami stood, also, and got in front of Yugi, “You’ve been beating Ryou. You’re his yami, you’re supposed to protect him from danger, not bring danger upon him.”

“You mean like,” Bakura pulled out a knife from his jacket pocket and put it to his arm. He pressed through the jacket cloth and into the pale skin, then ripped the knife across it, “this?”

“No, Tomb-robber!” Yami cried.

Bakura changed back into Ryou, who clutched his rapidly bleeding arm. He fell to his knees and tears slipped from his eyes.

“Ryou!” Yami ran to him and dropped down beside him.

Yugi was right after Yami, but on the other side of Ryou, “Ryou, are you okay?”

Jonouchi pulled out a spare shirt from his backpack and tossed it to Yami, “Here, wrap his arm with that.”

Kaiba had his cell phone to his ear, calling a limo, then the school office.

Yami tore the shirt in two and wrapped on piece around Ryou’s arm and tied it, then did the same with the other piece.

Kaiba stood up and closed his cell phone.

“Follow me,” he said, “The car should be waiting.”

“What about school,” Yugi asked, helping Ryou up.

“We’re all excused.”

They all went to the waiting limousine and got in. They headed for the Kaiba mansion.

“Ryou,” Yami looked at the teenager across from him, “How long has the Tomb-robber been hurting you?”

“Ever since I’ve had the ring,” Ryou answered, quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

Ryou was silent for a moment, then quietly responded with, “Stop asking me questions like that. I can’t answer them.”

“Give me the ring,” Yami ordered, hand out.

Ryou looked up from his arm to Yami, “What?”

“Give me the ring,” he repeated.

“I can’t,” Ryou whispered, looking down again.

Yami put his hand down and looked at the teen.

Ryou looked over at Kaiba, “Could you just take me home?”

“No, Ryou,” Yami said, “I don’t want you alone with him.”

“I’ll be fine, Yami,” Ryou turned to him, the sharpness from before in his voice again, “Worry about your own hikari.”

Everyone stared at Ryou, surprised. In the ring, Bakura was laughing his ass off.

Ryou turned back to Seto, “Take me to my home.”


Ryou went straight to the bathroom to wash his arm. He took off the shirt-bandages that was over his jacket and threw the, into the trash. He slipped off his school jacket and pulled off his long sleeve shirt underneath.

He examined the wound. It was deep, that was sure, and his pale flesh was cover in dry blood. Ryou sighed and turned on the facet; cold water ran from it. Ryou put his arm under the running water and winced. It stung, washing out the deep wound.

Suddenly, the sennen ring flashed a gold light and, then, there stood Bakura behind Ryou.

He stepped up and wrapped his arms around the smaller teen, “Hikari, fool, why do you hang around with them?”

“They’re my friends,” Ryou leaned back into Bakura’s embrace, “Why do you have to hurt me so?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“If you would control yourself when you’re angry, I wouldn’t have a throbbing head ache and this deep cut.”

“Do you want another wound, hikari?” Bakura asked, squeezing Ryou tighter to him.

“No.....” Ryou sighed, “Let go, so I can turn off the water. You’ve pulled me from it.”

Bakura loosened his grip and Ryou leaned forward to the sink. He shut off the water and grabbed a towel from the counter. The yami reached over Ryou’s shoulder to the mirror in front of them and opened it. He grabbed some wrap and closed it.

He reached around Ryou’s waist and wrapped his arm, carefully. Then, after Ryou’s arm was fully wrapped around the wound, Bakura pulled back into him.

“You know, Yugi and Yami are in the livingroom,” Ryou said, “Yami wants to talk to you.”

Bakura growled and glared at the wall, “Alone, I suppose?”

“Yes.”

Ryou tried to step out of Bakura’s grip, but his yami just held him tighter.

“Yami,” Ryou leaned his head on Bakura’s shoulder, “Please, let go.”

“No,” Bakura nipped at Ryou’s stretched out neck, “I like you here.”

Ryou giggled and turned his face to nuzzle Bakura’s neck.

“We should go out there,” Ryou said into Bakura’s neck.

Bakura laughed as Ryou spoke. He pulled his head back, “Hikari, that tickles. Stop.”

Ryou took advantage of Bakura’s loose grip on him and pulled out of his arms. He grasped the doorknob and opened the door, “Come on, yami.”

Bakura rolled his eyes and followed Ryou down the hall and into the livingroom, where Yugi and Yami were on the couch, waiting.

Yami looked up at them as they walked in.

“Tomb-robber,” he said and stood, “We-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Bakura cut him off, “Follow me.”

Ryou waited until Yami and Bakura were down the hall, then sat on the couch next to Yugi.

“Problems?” the tri-hair colored teenager asked, looking up at Ryou.

“What?” Ryou stared at him, blankly.

“You took awhile. Are you alright?”

“Yes, we were just.........” Ryou paused, “Talking.”

Yugi looked at him, questioningly, but said nothing more.

“Why?” Yami asked, standing, facing Bakura.

Bakura plopped down in a chair, “Why what, Pharaoh? Why hurt my hikari?”

“Yes.”

“Because he can be insolent.”

“In what way?”

Bakura rolled his eyes, “I only do it when he deserves it.”

“He didn’t deserve it today when you cut his arm,” Yami glared at him.

“Yes, he did,” he leaned his head on his left palm.

“How?!”

“Must you be so hysterical? Ra, it’s not that big of a deal, you baka.”

“I am not hysterical,” Yami crossed his arms, “I’m just worried about Ryou’s safety. You hardly seem to be a protector, especially with what you do to him.”

Bakura snorted, “I told you, he only gets what he deserves. Besides, we’ve been-”

He stopped, realizing what he was about to say. He looked up at the former pharaoh, who raised his eyebrows, urging him to continue, impatiently.

“Why am I even speaking to you?” Bakura stood and started to the door.

Yami grabbed his arm, roughly, and glared at him, “You’re speaking to me because I’m concerned for your hikari. Just as you should be, but don’t seem to be.”

Bakura yanked his arm away and turned to him. He growled, deep in his throat, “You know nothing.” at that, he walked out of the room.

Yami stared after him, his mind trying to grasp the truth behind the tomb-robber’s built-up defenses.

“I know you’re not tell me everything, Tomb-robber,” Yami whispered, “And I’ll find out what it is.”


Ryou and Yugi looked up when they heard a door slam from down the hall. Ryou got up and walked to the entrance of the hallway.

Yami came toward him and into the livingroom, “Aibou, I think, we should go.”

Yugi nodded and hopped up, “Alright.”

“Good-bye, Ryou,” Yami said, “Be careful.”

“See ya later,” Yugi said.

“Bye,” Ryou smiled at them.

“We’ll show ourselves out.”

They left and Ryou went down the hall. He came to his bedroom door and stopped.

He knocked lightly and called, “Yami Bakura? Are you alright?”

He cracked the door open and peered in. Bakura was sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard.

“Well, are you going to come in or not?” Bakura asked, not looking up.

Ryou walked in and climbed on the bed next to him. He leaned his head on Bakura’s shoulder and closed his eyes. They stayed like that for a few minutes.

“Do you care?” Bakura asked, suddenly.

“Care?” Ryou asked, eyes still closed, “About what?”

“Us. Do you care if people know about us?”

“You mean like my friends?” Ryou opened his eyes and lifted his head from Bakura’s shoulder.

“That’s limited. I mean, any and everyone,” Bakura looked at him.

“I don’t care if anyone knows, because,” Ryou kissed his nose, “I love you.”

“I-i-i,” he stammered.

Ryou put his index finger on his lips, “You don’t have to force it. I know how you feel in your heart.”

Bakura stared at him with a loss of words.

“Baka,” he snorted and got up. He walked out of the room and Ryou sighed.


The next few hours of the day were spent with couples together, Seto and Jonouchi, Yugi and Yami, and others were together. The only ones who weren’t were Ryou and Bakura.

Ryou was on his bed, doing homework. Bakura was in the livingroom, watching TV, or rather just thinking and the TV was just on.

Ryou finished the last of his homework and sighed. He looked up and around the room.

/Yami,/ Ryou called through the link, /Where are you?/

//In the livingroom,/// Bakura answered.

Ryou went out of his room and into the livingroom. Bakura was on the couch, channel surfing.

“Having fun?” Ryou asked, as he sat down next to him.

“No, but I could,” Bakura said, suggestively.

He looked sideways at Ryou and Ryou giggled.

Bakura wrapped one arm and pulled him toward himself. He caught Ryou’s lips in a passionate kiss.

As they kissed, Bakura started pushing Ryou down to the couch. Ryou went with no resistence and soon Bakura was on top of him.

Ryou pushed on Bakura’s chest, making him pull back. Bakura stared, questioningly, down at Ryou with one eyebrow cocked.

“The couch?” Ryou asked, “Honestly, the couch?”

Bakura laughed and got up. He gave Ryou his hand and pulled him up as well.

“Come, hikari,” Bakura picked up Ryou in his arms, “To the bedroom.”

At that, he started to Ryou’s room with Ryou giggling the whole way.

Ryou reached up and wrapped his arms around Bakura’s neck. He nuzzled his face into his silky white hair.

Bakura came to Ryou’s room and opened the door. He walked in and kicked shut the door behind him.

“Here we go,” he threw Ryou onto the bed, then jumped on himself.

Ryou lay, laughing, on his back in the middle of the bed. Bakura crawled over and mounted him.

He leaned down and licked Ryou’s jaw-line, then nibbled down his neck.

Ryou felt a surge of passion shoot right to his groin. He arched his back and pushed his erection into Bakura’s belly, letting him know how excited he was.

Bakura pushed Ryou’s hips back down and looked at him.

“Anxious, I see,” Bakura smirked.

Ryou looked at him with lust filled eyes. Eyes begging Bakura to take him.

“You know, hikari,” Bakura said, as he brushed his hands over the belt line of Ryou’s pants, “It will hurt. First times,” he unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, slowly, “always hurt. Are you sure,” he started to pull down the pants, “you can handle that?”

Ryou felt relief as his hardened cock was freed from his tightening pants.

Bakura pulled Ryou’s pants the rest of the way off of him and crawled back on top of him.

Ryou shivered, just in boxers, and took in all the body heat the still fully clothes Bakura had to offer.

“Cold, hikari?” Bakura asked, nuzzling Ryou’s neck.

“Y-yes,” Ryou replied.

Bakura sat up and pulled off his shirt. He started on his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them.

“Yami,” Ryou whispered.

Bakura stopped and looked at him.

“Stop teasing, please,” Ryou looked at him with begging eyes, “Just take me.”

Bakura stared at him for a moment, then pulled off his own pants and boxers quickly, then Ryou’s boxers.

Bakura stopped and looked around, “Wait a minute.”

“What?” Ryou stared up at him, questioning.

“We need lube.”

Ryou reached over to the night stand and opened up the drawer. He dug in it for about a minute, feeling for the tube. He finally felt it and grasped it.

He pulled his hand out of the drawer and held up the tube.

Bakura blinked at the object, then smirked as he grabbed it, “When’d you get this?”

“Right after we started going out,” Ryou shrugged, “Always be prepared.”

Bakura laughed as he popped off the cap and squeezed some into his hand. He rubbed it onto his fingers and cock.

“My hikari,” he chuckled, “Good thing having you as you are.”

Ryou smiled fondly, “Aren’t you lucky?”

“Yes, I am,” Bakura said, probing one finger into Ryou, “This will hurt, just relax.”

The first finger didn’t hurt, the second hurt a little, but the third is where the actual pain came in.

Ryou tightened up at all three fingers in him.

“Ryou!” Bakura hissed, “It hurts more when you do that. Stop.”

Ryou relaxed a little.

Bakura spread his fingers and closed them together again. He repeated that action, spreading his fingers farther apart each time.

He pulled his fingers out and looked at Ryou.

“Now,” he said, “Don’t tighten up, just relax. I’ll go slow.”

Bakura put the head of his cock into Ryou and stopped. He had to restrain himself from just fucking Ryou senseless.

He looked at Ryou’s face, which was surprisingly calm looking.

Ryou nodded for Bakura to continue.

Bakura pushed in, inches at a time, stopping each time to check on Ryou until he was in all the way.

“Hikari?” Bakura looked at him.

“Go,” Ryou whispered.

Bakura pulled out and pushed, slowly, back in. Again, picking up speed each time.

“Yami,” Ryou said, “Don’t hold back!”

He jerked his hips up, pushing Bakura in all the way. Bakura stared at him, surprised, but complied. He pulled back and jerked back in.

The two were starting to create quite a rhythm, the bed was shaking underneath them. Bakura reached down and stroked Ryou. His hand pumping was going with each of his thrusts.

They became covered in sweat. The room was filled with pants and moans of passion.

Bakura came, shooting his seed into the white haired teen under him, panting hard.

Ryou wasn’t far behind, covering Bakura’s belly in semen.

Bakura pulled out of Ryou and fell beside him. He wrapped his arms around the boy and Ryou snuggled close.

Ryou nuzzled his face into Bakura’s hair and breathed in the scent of his yami.

“I love you, my yami,” Ryou whispered.

Bakura caressed Ryou’s back and pulled him closer.

‘You shouldn’t’ he thought, ‘I don’t deserve it.’
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Okay, that’s chapter 1. Does it still suck? Tell me in a review, please!