Attempted Getaway

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Oneshot! Something short and to the point. The whole point is lemon, so yay!

~...memories....~ Since I dunno how to do italics on this thing...

Attempted Getaway

The bus station buzzed with commotion. People were everywhere and the loud speaker could barely be heard over all the noise. It was dark and wet and rain beat against the windows, adding to the noise.

Yami pushed his way through the people and walked outside, staying under the overhang to avoid getting any more wet than he already was. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from inside of his jacket and pulled one out, placing it between his lips and lighting it. He placed the pack back inside his jacket pocket and looked out into the street where the rain poured and yet people still swarmed.

He inhaled the tobacco into his lungs and took the cigarette from his mouth, blowing out his drag, watching as the smoke floated into the air. He gripped his backpack that was slung over his shoulder a little tighter and sighed, gazing down to the ground.

He knew he shouldn’t do what he was about to do. Leave town and not come back. He knew it would hurt Yugi and the others, but it seemed to him that he had no choice. Things had just gotten so out of hand in the few months that he had been kicked out of the gameshop for his “addictions” or so, that’s what Yugi’s grandfather decided to call everything.

‘I was only trying to save some money, so I could get us out,’ Yami thought as he recalled the memory.

~“Grampa! Don’t, please,” Yugi begged the old man, “He can’t leave now, look at the weather!”

“I don’t care,” Sugoroku chunked Yami’s bag out beside him and yelled at him, “Get out of here! You don’t do stuff like this in my house!” Then he slammed the door and locked it, leaving Yami on his ass out in the thunderstorm.

Yami stared at the door with wide eyes for what seemed like the longest time in his life, then finally grabbed his bag and pulled himself up, sloshing through the water down the street.

Yugi stared at him from his bedroom window with tears in his eyes, “If only you hadn’t got mixed up with those guys.... I’m sorry, Yami.” Then the link was cut off.~

Yami looked up as he heard his bus number being called and flicked his cigarette butt out into the street. He turned to go inside when someone grabbed the back of his jacket and yanked him back with a, “You’re not going anywhere, fool.”

“What the hell?!” Yami tried to twist out of the grasp but couldn’t and found that for his effort of trying to get away earned him a whack on the head with something hard. It dazed him and all he could do was be dragged limply across the street.

He was pulled into an alley and his captor stopped, putting him against the wall and looking into his eyes, “Yami? Pharaoh?”

“Wha...?” Yami blinked his eyes up at the other. “B-bakura?” he questioned before he passed out at the spirit’s feet.


Crimson eyes cracked open, blinking to try to get the blur out of his vision. He felt soft warmth around his body and finally opened his eyes all the way to see he was in a bed.

“What the fu-” Yami was unable to finish as he tried to sit up, then fell back down with a groan, rubbing his head.

“Morning, pharaoh,” a rough voice sounded from across the room.

Yami looked over to see Bakura leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, staring intently at him. The thief’s dark eyes seemed to pierce through him as the gaze was narrowed. Bakura leaned off of the doorframe and stood up straight, pocketing his hands in his jean pockets. He walked over to the bed, coolly, glaring at the former pharaoh the whole time.

“Bakura.... wh-what’re-” Yami shut his mouth as the other sat down on the bed next to him and grabbed a wet cloth from the nightstand and placed it on his forehead.

Bakura put his cool hand against Yami’s feverish cheek, taking in the temperature, stating, “You still have a fever, pharaoh. It’s gone down though.”

“What....?” Yami stared at the demon. He must be delusional from the fever because Bakura was actually taking care of him.

“Now...” Bakura took Yami’s chin in his hand and tilted it up to his face, “What do you think you were doing at the bus station?”

Yami felt a chill run down his spine as he looked up at the thief. He couldn’t quite place the look in the demon’s eyes, but it scared him.

“You weren’t planning to leave town, were you?” his face was inches away from Yami’s, he could feel the other’s breath.

Yami mentally shook his head. Why was he fearing Bakura? Bakura couldn’t do anything to him... or could he. Their position wasn’t exactly in his favor.

“Why?” Yami questioned, glaring up at the dark eyes.

Bakura chuckled, leaning down and capturing Yami’s lips with his own, taking advantage of the former pharaoh’s already open mouth. The spirit under him was too shocked to fight back, he just laid there, then felt mesmerized by Bakura’s kiss and started to respond, letting his eyes slide close and tongue start to duel.

Yami reached up, placing one hand on Bakura’s cheek, while the other fisted in his spikey hair. He found that if he sat up a little, then position was a lot more comfortable, so he leaned up, using Bakura as support, and scooted his ass back, then leaned back against the headboard, pulling Bakura to him.

Bakura complied with Yami’s movements and ended up straddling his bed sheet covered lap. He smirked as he tore his mouth from Yami’s and began nibbling on his neck.

Yami leaned his head back against the headboard and moaned when Bakura’s cool fingers wrapped around his growing erection. He closed his eyes and bucked into the hand, moaning at every movement.

Bakura grinned as his mouth made its way down Yami’s body, slowly. He took his time, teasing both nipple, then moving to the other’s naval, dipping his tongue in and swirling around it.

Yami growled and grabbed Bakura’s hair, yanking his head up to look at him, “Can we get on with it?”

“Well....” Bakura sat back and smiled at him, “We need to be in the right position....” He grabbed Yami and pushed him down on the middle of the bed, face down, and straddled him, “Like this.”

“Bakura, you ass...” Yami muttered into the sheets, then leaned his head to the side, straining to see what Bakura was doing.

Bakura pulled off his shirt, then dropped his pants and kicked them off, resuming his position atop Yami. He leaned down, close to Yami’s ear, as positioned himself to enter the other spirit.

“I know my pharaoh likes it rough,” Bakura whispered into his ear.

Yami eyes widened and before he could say anything, Bakura slammed into him, dry and unprepared. Yami’s cry of pain filled the room as the two sat still for moment, Bakura giving what little mercy he could, letting the other adjust for a minute.

He started moving slowly and was delighted the longer they went for the interesting sounds that Yami would produce. He leaned down and caught Yami’s ear in his teeth, gently tugging on it as he became lost in the velvet heat. The thief started to feel his body lose control and the sounds that were coming from Yami didn’t help in that matter.

Yami cried out as Bakura repeatedly hit his prostate and felt his body start to convulse.


“Harder,” Yami breathed out and grunted when Bakura complied, slamming him into the bed. He pushed up on his elbows, then called out to all the gods in the heavens when his release hit him. He spilled out onto the bed, then collapsed on top of the bed and waited for Bakura’s ramming into him to cease.

Bakura threw his head back and cried out when he came, filling Yami up to the rim. He kept himself up by leaning on his elbows and was about to get up when the bedroom door opened suddenly.

They both looked up to see Ryou standing at the door with a red face, “O-oh my.... Sorry.” At that, the door was shut and Ryou was down the hall.

Yami and Bakura looked at each other, then at the door, then back at each other, and started laughing, eventually falling on top of each for laughing so hard.
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There it is. I was bored, so blah. Review please.