The Truth Hurts

Don't own Yugioh.

Hey, this is the begining of my first fanfic (not including my morose one shot!) and I'm very excited. It's got fluff and sap, as a few of my reviewers asked for on my last project, however it is still going to be a serious story. Get ready for the first chappie of


The Truth Hurts

Chapter one: Stirrings


Ryou laid back in the arms of his lover, their backs propped up against a tree in the park. The day was so fresh. Atle tle breeze blew through the two young boys' hair, intermingling the silken, silver strands. Children ran around in the grass, playing freeze tag, while young mothers and fathers sat on benches, watchful eyes on their charges. Ryou had never felt so good in his life. He felt the arms around him tighten, as a gentle kiss was placed on the back of his neck. He felt like flying. In a way, Ryou was almost fearful, thinking that this may almost be too good... too good to be true. As if in answer, the young man behind him began to speak.

"Ryou," he said gently, "I don't know if I've ever felt like this before." He buried his face into Ryou's neck. "I'm... I'm afraid."

Ryou's mind gently played back images of the night before. He'd mak making dinner for Bakura and himself, to commemorate the sixth year since the two friends had met. Ryou suddenly cut himself with the chef's knife. The cut was deep, and he yelped and let out a groan of pain. Yami was in the living room, playing with the busted air conditioner, trying to get it to work. He was in the middle of cussing at it when he heard Ryou's cry. At that, he dropped what he was doing, and ran to the kitchen.

"Ryou, what happened?" He looked at his host's finger, bleeding, wrapped in a napkin. "Here, let me see that." He took Ryou's hand and unwrapped the paper. He took him to the sink and washed his bloody hand. The bleeding was begining to subside. \e hie hikari, keep pressure on this, and lets go upstairs and clean it up." They went to the bathroom, and Bakura pulled out cotton pads and hydrogen peroxide. Ryou winced at the sight of the liquid.

"Will that hurt?" he asked.

"No, silly, it's just like water. Don't worry about it." Ryou then extended his finger, looking away as Bakura cleaned it with the peroxide. "See, that didn't hurt, did it?"

Ryou thought about that, and shook his head. "Iie." No, it didn't hurt. It was like this so many times. The ring's spirit, actually many millenia old, appeared only slightly older than Ryou, with jaded eyes a shade darker than his. He'd helped Ryou out of trouble so often that he couldn't count it on ten fingers anymore. There were those kids who called him a faggot, and tried to beat him to a bloody pulp, and then there was that disgusting janitor at school, the one who actually had tried to pull Ryou into the storage room and...

"Here, lets put this bandage on." Bakura took Ryou's hand again and wrapped the plastic strip around his pointer finger. "Good thing it's the left hand, huh?" Ryou was a righty. Bakura still hadn't let go of his hand. Ryou was begining to feel a little warm, and flushed a bit as he looked up at his yami. Bakura looked straight into his eyes. His eyes were jaded, it's true, but there was something in them now, some warmth that Ryou hadn't seen before. Bakura put his other hand on Ryou's as well, trapping it between his. 'This feels nice,' thought Ryou, and felt his blush. "Ryou. I can't believe that I've been here with you for six years now. I...I've had my problems in the past and everything, but I always feel that there is someone who I can talk to, tell my fears..."

"Of course Yami, I'll always listen to anything you have to say. Just like I know that you always find a way to help me..." At this, Bakura let out a little laugh. They were still looking at each other, and the silence was becoming heavier, like something was building in the air. Now Ryou was somewhat uncomfortable, so he said, "Let's go down to dinner."

"Hai," answered the ancient tomb robber. He dropped his hikari's hand and followed him down the stairs.

After dinner, they decided to watch the tube a bit. They watched this romance, where a man falls in love, but his girlfriend becomes sick and finally dies. For a while, his yami was complaining about all of the sappiness, but after a while he seemed to get caught up in it as well. Ryou was the type to get caught up in emotional movies, and this one was certainly no exception. He kept surrepticiously wiping tears from his eyes, trying to hide them. In the end, when the girl died, Ryou couldn't hold it in anymore, and let his tears and sobbing free. He was surprised when he felt an arm go around his back, and pull him in close. He felt a sharp tingle move through his body, and let his tears slowly fade. He felt yami put a hand under his chin, and pull Ryou's tearstained face up to his. He looked at Ryou's now bloodshot eyes, and with a little sigh, leaned in to softly kiss him. After a look of surprise, Ryou slowly closed his eyelids. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but yet, it seemed so right. Yami leaned in again, and this time placed soft kisses on the boy's eyelids, and down his cheeks, leading to his lips again. This time, he held the kiss longer, and pulled Ryou closer with his other arm. All this time Ryou was silent, with his eyes closed.

"Ryou," yami said gently, "Is this alright?"

Eyes still closed, Ryou replied "Hai. This... ths mys my first kiss, and I never want it to stop."

At that, Bakura pulled in closer to Ryou again, and kissed him, this time running his tounge over Ryou's lips. Ryou hesitantly parted them, and felt Bakura press into his mouth and slide his warm tounge over Ryou's. Ryou let out a quiet little moan, and Bakura began to push Ryou down onto the couch under him. As he kept kissing the boy, he reached under Ryou's shirt, running his hands up and down the boy's sides. Ryou let out another little moan, and pressed himself up closer to his yami, rubbing his hands over Bakura's back. This reaction caused Bakura to press down harder on Ryou, and push his tounge further into Ryou's mouth. His hands now wandered onto Ryou's chest, and began to take off his shirt. Ryou shivered a bit at the chill, and then yami pulled off his own shirt and threw it to the side. When he leaned back onto Ryou, he began to nibble at his neck, and ran his tounge over the others pale skin. Again Ryou pressed into his yami, feeling skin against skin, and this time he wrapped his legs around Bakura's. When he did this, Bakura's hands suddenly gripped Ryou's back tightly, and he pressed down hard into the others groin. Both boys were begining to pant, and Bakura paused, looking questioningly at his hikari. "Do you want to keep going, Ryou? You can tell me if you're uncomfortable."

As an answer, Ryou pulled Bakura's head back to his own and kissed him deeply, sliding his tounge into the others mouth, probing it harshly. Bakura slid his hands down to Ryou's bottom, and pulled him closer, rubbing his lower half back and forth over the boys groin. Now Ryou began to moan and slid his hands over his others back and slipped them under his boxers, squeezing Bakura's tight bottom. At this, Bakura let out a half growl moan, and said, "Lets take this upstairs, shall we?"

Ryou's mind came back to the present, and he wished for the ecstasy of the last night to last forever. However, something was strange, like a burden pressing over thier bliss, and he wanted to know why even the ever-confident Bakura was scared.

"Yami..." Ryou said hesitantlhinkhinking over his next words carefully, "Do you know why you feel that way?"

"I..." Bakura started, wondering if he did know, "I'm not sure, but somehow there's this deep... sorrow. I don't know what it means." Echoes of laughter and games intensified the silence after he spoke.

"Yami, " Ryou said, turning around to face his lover, "There's something wrong, isn't there?" He said this quietly, not feeling as if he wanted to explore the question much further. Bakura looked into his light's eyes, and for a moment a scene passed before his eyes, something painful, and then it was gone, and he couldn't really hold on to what it meant.

Ryou started as some incomprehensible look passed over Bakura's face. "What is it, Yami?"

Bakura, who's breath was now coming a little too quickly, answered. "Aibou, let's not worry about it for now. What do you say we take a walk to the marsh? There won't be anyone around there..." A teasing smirk passed over his face, while he tried to hide his discomfort. He thought to himself, 'I'll have to consult the cards tonight, maybe I can get some idea.'

Ryou slowly shut his eyes. A shiver moved up his spine as his lover slipped his hand beneath Ryou's shirt, and rubbed it over his waist. "Sure thing, Yami." The two stood and walked down to the water.