Fools

Title: Fools
Author: TricksterMessiah
Summary: PWLittleP After the Final Shadow game, the Thief King comes back and questions why. Ryou may hold the answer. YB/RB
Written in Touzoukuou Bakura's POV

P.S. I wrote this instead of writing my philosophy of art paper. So tell me if you think I did the right thing or not.
But don't judge me, I'll get it done in time. And I started writing this before I took up the Uke challenge, I just forgot to post it.


I let my hand thud loudly against the door in a half hearted attempt to knock and I couldn't help but stare at it as the events of earlier flashed through my mind again.


"Are you alright?"

The boy's voice had such a strange, enchanting tone that I had to keep playing it over and over in my head, even hours later. I had looked up at him with blurred vision until his large brown came into focus. Worry, there was a hint of worry in them. But I suppose he should have been worried to see me came back again as I have so many times before. Never by myself though, not like this, not whole.

I didn't understand what was going on as he knelt besides me.

"You're not suppose to be here," I said, and I admit I said it weakly through dry lips. I glared up at him, not understanding how he could have gotten there, to where I thought I was. I was angered thinking that I had dragged him here as well. "I lost, but you shouldn't be here. I was only suppose to be me!"

His brow knitted together in confusion before he turned back. The noise of the room grew louder as I looked too, to see that we weren't as alone as I thought we were and realized that we weren't in the Darkness at all. Malik stood a short distance behind the boy, looking back and forth between me and the boy's back with concern. His siblings were not too far away, standing near the entrance to the room. And on the other side of the room were the boy's friends, huddled around something, gushing over something that held all of their attentions. And then I saw the Pharaoh sit up with the aid of his Yugi, a look on his face made it clear that it took him great effort do so.

I had been baffled yet again, completely confused when I saw him, tan and garbed the same way that I had first seem him all those years ago.

"Impossible..." I muttered to myself. I never thought something like this was going to happen. Not only the Pharaoh, but me as well, the loser, to be given our bodies back. I lifted my hand, it felt heavy but it was my own hand again, and stared with amazement at it.

His voice went on, trying to explain what had happened and stumbling with his words as he do so as I sat up, on my own. The end of the game, about to leave this dreadful place, bright light, 'the both of you'. I barely listened, fascinated by the movements of my hand as I clenched it and unclenched it. I almost couldn't believe it, my body, my old clothes, they weren't a game this time. I wasn't sure and an idea crossed my mind as my eyes shifted to the boy who was no longer my landlord. I wondered, what was I to call him now?

"Ryou..." I tested, both the name and my ability to touch things, as I looked into his widening eyes as I placed my large hand on his pale cheek, watching it turn a light red. I could touch him. He was solid and warm just as I was. I was thankful I hadn't dragged him to the Shadow Realm with me. I was vaguely aware that Malik moved in closer, more than likely I thought to guard the boy from me. I almost chuckled at the irony of it when I was shocked yet again.

"Welcome back," the boy had said with one of those smiles on his face that I was never able to fake when I had control over his body no matter how hard I tried.

Then the bickering had started, the Pharaoh feeling like me, that I didn't deserve to be here. But he wanted me gone, away from his friends. Of course I egged him on, smirking and taunting him until he raised his hand to try to send me back to the Shadows, only them did we discover the lose of our powers. We have come back as ordinary mortals. How cruel fate is.

With the both of us quieted, someone then suggested we leave and discuss everything later, but I can't recall who. And we did. The trip must have been a long one but I can't recall exactly, my mind was too preoccupied trying to figure this out. Why was I here? And even then, why was I here without anything to exact my revenge on the Pharaoh? What was the point?

I didn't notice we had arrived until I felt a hand on my arm, to see the boy blush again softly before I followed him like a newly born zombie would have. Changes of clothes were given out to me and the Pharaoh, mine consisted of a simple black top made of light material and a pair of loose fitting jeans provided by Malik's older sibling, the one whose name I never cared to learn. Then a feast began, everyone chatting away with excitement for the return of the Pharaoh.

I tried to stay quiet so I could remain with my thoughts as I ate and was lead to my own sleeping chambers. Hoping to figure out my purpose alone.

I kept me awake for half the night until somehow it lead me to here, knocking on his door.

He opened it slowly, eyes half shut and asleep. "Oh, what's wrong?" he quickly retorted, awaking, as he looked up at me. I eyed up the body I once inhabited with him, dressed in light colored boxer briefs and a cotton tee. His hair in a messy ponytail that made me realize that he probably wasn't use to the Egyptian heat. Our differences have increased greatly over the last twenty-four hours. The thought made me chuckle inwardly as I realize how much difference there was in our skin tones and body builds as I looked him over more. I was even over a head taller than him, maybe even a whole foot now too.

"Can I come in?" I asked in all seriousness, knowing a smile could have ended up scaring him into quickly shutting the door and locking in. Justly so after all the torment I put him through ever since he became the, for lack of a better term, owner of the Millennium Ring. He nodded slowly before moving aside and letting me past him. I lay my head against his shoulder as soon as he shuts the door. I feel his back stiffen but he doesn't move away. He's always been brave in my eyes, fighting back against me when he had the chance to, and I've admired him for it though it always meant he ruined my plans. Plans that seem so foolish and distant now.

After a few moments, he relaxed before he turned to face me, letting me keep my place. I felt his hands twitch nervously as he hooked his arms up under mine, resting his hands on my bare back.

The bizarre embrace sends a thousand more questions flooding into my head and he gathers the courage to lay his head against mine. "Warm," I mumbled like some kind of fool as I wrap my much bigger arms around his frail torso tightly as if I were afraid he'd run if I didn't. "Can I have this warmth? This feeling." It feels like an eternity before he nods softly, nuzzling his nose into my wild hair before my next question leaks out quietly into his ear. "I can be with you, like this?"

As soon as I feel him repeat the previous movement, I swiftly drag our bodies back together until the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed. I pull him down with me to straddle me on his knees as I sit and burring my face deeper into the crook of his neck, selfishly, as I feel it warm up, more than likely bright red at this point. I give him a moment for our situation to set in, to let it click before he removes his arms from around me, push me away, and reject me.

When he started to shift around, I retracted my arms and shut my eyes, not daring to watch him go. But he surprised me again by not pulling away, but instead settling in my lap as one hand snaked up to get lost in my shaggy hair, scratching lightly at my scalp. A new feeling surges through my body that I don't think I have ever experienced before, I can't even give it a name. But my hands start to tremble as they remain in the air, hovering above his barely clad legs, dieing to touch them but afraid to push my luck. If I touch him, I'll break him, lose him, destroy him.

Apparently, he those thoughts don't run in his mind as well. He leans back slightly, making me do the same involuntarily and I wonder when he got this power over me. His hand comes away from my hair to push strands away from my eyes as our lock together. I can't even understand the look in those large honey colored orbs. His finger tips graze lightly over my face as he explores it, his eyes moving to follow them. He avoids the scar carefully, never touching the marred skin, until my hand reaches for his, on its own, and pushes it flatly against that half of my face.

Finally, there's shock written on his face as he looks up a me, but it goes as quickly as it came. With his hand under mind still, he leans in again to leans our foreheads together on the opposing side.

"Can I have it too?" he breaths against my lips and I suck in the sweet aroma before my hand shoots clumsily for the back of his head, to keep him there as I push our mouths together. And I lose myself in the overwhelming feelings that stir in side of me like I'm some sort of fool.

I toss him down onto the length of the bed, not bothering to see his reaction this time. My hands clings to the back of his slender thigh, running up and down the smoothness of it, the other grips some of the lock of his snowy hair tightly, but if its uncomfortable to him, he doesn't voice it in anyway I was aware of. I manage to control myself enough to keep my body off of his though, not wanting to crush him beneath me. I slide my tongue across his lips and a gasp parts them allowing me entrance into his small, sweet cavern and his arms tighten their grip around my board neck. Only the need for air pulls me away from the treat. As I watch him trying to catch his breath too, my only thought is to get more, as much as I can.

My hands dart to met at the hem of his cotton shirt, eyes on his in hopes that he can still understand my intentions. I lick my lips as he sits up slightly to comply, letting me pull the annoying garment off of him and toss it away from the bed. I forsake mine as well before I sat back, in between his legs as I slip off those annoying shorts in my way of viewing his pretty little body. My fingers clumsily fumbled with the stupid contraptions that held my pants closed, before pale digits breeze their way to assist me and I through my head back with a groan as Ryou frees my member from it confines, stroking it softly.

I attach my mouth to his again greedily as I push him back into the mattress. It almost pains me to remove his hands from me, pinning them to his sides before I grab hold of his waist and pull his up closer to meet me. A small whimper came from his throat as I roughly pushed myself halfway inside of him. I called his name as I looked down at his face, his eyes squeezed shut and his swollen lips pressed tightly together.

I cursed, fearful that I was too much, yes, afraid that I had hurt little Ryou, and started to pull out before I felt his hands shot between our bodies to grab hold of the back of my thighs. "I... I'm alright," he panted in protest, the tips of his fingers digging into my skin through the fabric, forcing me to bit my lip in order to hold myself back. Have I ever thought anything was adorable and sexy before this? "Just a minute... give me a minute." His hot breath tickled my skin as he leaned his head into my shoulder.

I plant one of my hands above his head as the other roamed along his bare, silken side staying to run circles around his knee. "Beautiful, wonderful," the words escape my lips as I feel like I finally understand the meanings to them. Another wordless noise came from underneath me before I felt him pull me further into him, his chest stilling as he held in his breath. Its so warm and tight that it makes me want to come then and there, but in the back of my head a voice tells me I can't yet, that I still need more.

I growl hungrily as he tilts his head up to nip softly at my bottom lip while his hips begin rocking back and forth.

"I still need to be a part of you," I realize, voicing it, as I thrust into him again and pulling back again to repeat the motions slowly, adoring the sounds he made at every turn. "With you, inside you, beside you."

"Please, ah," Ryou moaned and I felt his right hand leave the back of my leg and I felt it moving in between our bodies and we continued to move together desperately. I moved my hand to his so we pumped him together as we both neared the end.

"Well that was quick and messy," I snickered as I managed to push myself up on my elbows after I slip out of him and the mess I've made, one hand playing with his pretty tresses as I stared down at him.

He grimaced, hand coming up to cover the embarrassed expression on his face. "Was it bad? I'm sorry. I-"

"No I am. You're going to be sore tomorrow. I'll have to try to keep better control over myself next time though," I interrupt kissing the back of his hand softly before moving down lower to this neck, chest, and stomach before I settled there, nuzzling against the softness. I wrapped my arms around his waist as I curled my long legs up to fit on the mattress comfortably.

"Next time?" he repeats with a little chuckle in his voice. I yawn as his arms encircle me.

"Yes, Ryou, next time. It'll only get better..."

And we fell asleep together like this, or at least I know I did almost instantly after he shut the light off, and I don't think I've ever sleep so soundly. It was short lived couple of hours when the door slammed opened.

"Bakura-kun, he's not in his-" I opened my eyes to glare at the intruder, though not willing to move my head away from Ryou's soft and warm core, my arms still wrapped securely around him. The muscles of my upper arms hid my grimace. The Pharaoh sneered back at me, growling under his breath before his glaze snapped to the one beneath me. I closed my eyes after I say my enemy, if that's even what he still is to me, open his mouth. This was about to end. He would call Ryou to his senses, take him away from me like he and all others have always taken from me, and I would go back to being alone. "Get away from him now!"

I went to comply, about to push myself up and away from the boy when I felt him sit up, but his hand remained firmly on my back as the other remained in my hair.

"No, and you really should have knocked," he said simply, pulling at my locks playfully. I could tell he was smiling down at me, with that beautiful smile, but I was too shocked by the fierceness of his voice to look up.

"Don't be a fool, Bakura." And I heard him step forward, trying to coax him out of this situation.

"Perhaps I am a fool," he quickly replied sounding... angered? I grinned, snuffing off our annoying visitor by turning my head the other way, nuzzling against his soft belly. "But I'm alright."

Beautiful.

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