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Bitter Love	By : princessyoukai Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 5744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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BITTER LOVE

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or its characters.

� Ryou!�
Ryou fell into Anzu as she quickly stepped forward and caught him in her arms when he appeared to lean toward the ground in a weak stagger up her porch steps.

� Come on, lets get you inside,� Smiling, she guided him into her home, shutting the door behind her after entering behind him.
Flecks of snow were gathered around his shoulders and hair, causing him to uncontrollably shiver with a chatter of his teeth.
� Let me get you some dry clothes,� Anzu offered along her way into the family room, signaling him to the comfy couch that pulled out into a futon.
� I�ll be right back, okay?� She regarded him once more, before dashing upstairs after he nodded in assent, and seemingly wrapped his arms around himself to provide some warmth.
In a matter of minutes Anzu returned, rushing down the stairs before walking up beside Ryou with a sharp intake of air.
� Here,� She extended her arms out, offering him the folded pajama�s he assumed belonged to her father.
� You can change in the bathroom,� She turned slightly, pointing to a closed door across the hall.
� Thank you, Anzu-chan,� She waved him off with a smile and bat of her hand, before she gently pushed him toward the bathroom.
� Go hurry and change before you get sick,� Despite her scolding tone, the smile on her face told otherwise.
He nodded with mute appreciation in his mannerism, ones' she�d grown accustomed to.

Ryou was less verbal due to his shy and reserved nature, ultimately resulting him to express himself with his eyes, rather than words.
She watched him enter the bathroom, before shutting the door quietly behind himself.
� If you need anything just ask!� She hollered, not bothering to await a response from the boy as she headed into the kitchen to prepare some hot tea for him.

Ryou swatted the globs of melting snow off his shoulders, before getting the clumps of snowflakes out of his unkempt hair he�d neglected to comb.
Looking up, he studied himself in the mirror to see a dejected, pale face flustered from frost bite around his nose and cheeks.
Bringing a hand up to his face, he brushed his bangs aside, briefly eyeing the bruise hidden on his left temple, a reminder of why he was here at Anzu�s house.

She must think of me as a burden� Ryou thought, lowering his hand and looking away from the mirror to return to the dreary task of shredding off his clothes.

Anzu looked up after lowering the two mugs brimmed with steaming tea, to greet Ryou as he exited the bathroom with a mound of his wet clothes tucked in his arms.
Smiling, she stood away from the coffee table. � You can just hang them in the bathroom over night,� Anzu instructed softly, directing to the wet garments in his arms.
After doing so, Ryou returned into the family room in which Anzu had generously brewed him a cup of tea. She scooted further on the couch to allow him to take a seat, while gesturing him to the cup.
� I hope tea is okay?�
� Thank you,� He whispered, slouching forward to grab the warm mug in his hands from off the table, before he lifted the rim to his lips and sipped the warm tea.
Anzu smiled. � No problem,� Picking up her own cup, she took a discreet swig, before setting the cup down when she noticed Ryou�s shudders had returned.
� I�ll be right back,� She announced, standing up from the sofa and retreating upstairs.

Taking another gulp of tea Ryou sighed, savoring the taste and warmth the tea provided in his throat and chest.
Anzu returned with a pillow in her left hand, and a blanket tucked under her right arm. Ryou weakly watched her approach him, before he stood as she threw the blanket and pillow on the couch.
Not wanting to treat her guest like a slave, Anzu struggled to slide the coffee table further away from the sofa, allowing enough space to pull out the futon.
Ryou stood silently beside the t.v, watching her grunt and curse at the sofa as she attempted to pull out the bed on her own.
One to always offer his assistance, Ryou moved to help her, when she whirled on him with a stern look.
� Don�t even think about it pal! You�re my guest and that means you�re here to rest and do nothing,� Ryou blinked, but reluctantly obeyed her wishes and remained standing while she yanked out the futon, before proceeding to unravel the blanket and stretch it out along the bed.
� You don�t mind sleeping down here, do you?� Anzu asked, while patting the blanket to the plush mattress surprisingly comfortable for a pull-out-bed.
Ryou shook his head. Of course he didn�t mind. How could she even ask that? She was letting him stay in her home. Offering him a roof, bed and clothes, while still insisting he do nothing to convey his appreciation.

There must be something I can do�

Smiling at him with an inviting gesture of her hand, Anzu patted the futon neatly covered in a thick warm blanket of silk, tempting him toward it.
� Thank you,� He murmured, hesitantly climbing atop the futon big enough for two, possibly three if the person, or rather persons, were light weighted.
� We�re friends and that�s what friends do for each other: help one another out,� Anzu explained, climbing onto the futon herself.
Ryou eyed her as she snuggled under the blankets beside him, leaving a minimal gap between her and himself.
He flushed when she turned on her side to face him, before pulling him into her arms. Relieved and oddly comforted by her actions, he scooted into her arms.
Clinging to her with his head buried in her neck, he reluctantly shed silent tears as she cooed and began to speak to him of random things.
� Let it out, Ryou, don�t be ashamed to cry,� Anzu assured him, staring down at his face hidden against her throat where she felt the cool specks of his tears.
Sobbing, Ryou clung tighter to her, embarrassed and shameful of his childish resolve, but unable to suppress months of pain and torture.

Anzu opened her eyes, after seemingly drifting off to a light slumber, only to glimpse the clock to realize three hours had past and it was now a quarter to midnight.
She smiled when she realized Ryou still lay in her arms, asleep himself with a contented expression on his face barely visible from its angle against her neck.
His hair had dried and his cheeks and nose were no longer frost bitten from the snow storm still brewing outside.
She blushed when he moved closer to her, snuggling into her before letting out a relieved puff of air.
� Anzu�.?� Frantically he awoke, sitting upright and scanning the unfamiliar home with bleary eyes.
Sitting up as well, Anzu drew him into her arms when he continued to call her name in a nervous, shaky tone.
� I�m right here, Ryou,� Anzu whispered, cradling him in her arms and calming the boy immediately.
Sobbing in her shoulder, Ryou returned the affectionate hug, squeezing her tightly to him in a desperate attempt to feel safe and protected from the nightmare he�d forced himself to waken from.
� I-I had a nightmare,� Ryou explained after she�d asked him what was wrong.
Anzu smiled. � It�s just a nightmare,� She stroked his back with her right hand, while her other massaged his scalp.
Ryou sagged against her, drawn to her gentle touch that erased his prior fears. Thankful for her kind actions, he began to return to sleep, still in her arms in an upright position.
Tentative, Anzu leant her head down to his and lightly planted her lips over his. Partially awake, he returned the delicate peck, gasping in her mouth when she pushed him down on the futon while straddling his hips without breaking the kiss.
Appreciative to her slow, gentle kiss, Ryou sunk into the mattress, closing his eyes and moving his arms around her to draw her closer to him as they continued to kiss.
He was unaware of why Anzu had been driven to kiss him unexpectedly, but he rather didn�t mind and was glad to feel her tender lips moving atop his, in place of Bakura�s rough kisses from the prior night.
Propping her arms on each side of his head to hoist herself up and refrain from crushing his body beneath hers, Anzu pulled her lips away from his, smiling weakly at him.
Dazed by the tingling sensation burning his lips and chest, Ryou whimpered when she moved back, leaning his head up to kiss her again.
She giggled inwardly, glad he had not objected. Acceopting his silent plea, she leaned back down to kiss him once more, smiling against his lips when he sighed in delight.
The kiss lasted for several minutes, and when Anzu retreated, both were left breathless and tinged in a blush of embarrassment to their, or rather her, uncalled actions.
Heaving a deep breath, Anzu leant back down, resting her head on his chest.
Ryou winced, but remained silent of the painful sting of his scars hidden under his pajama shirt.
Anzu removed her head and guiltily eyed him. � Sorry,� She mumbled.
He shook his head, barely managing a smile. � It�s quite alright,�
She carefully studied his expression as she began to lift his white pajama top, waiting for any protests from him. He said nothing and merely closed his eyes, as if the visible scars themselves would physically harm his eyes.
Drawing her lower lip in her mouth, Anzu looked at the inch deep gash across his stomach, while another, smaller in length, scarred his left hip.

Poor Ryou� Anzu sympathized, carefully brushing her fingers along the scars. Ryou hissed, turning his head to the side and burying his face in the pillow to muffle the pitiful sound.

How could Bakura do this to him!? She angrily demanded, moving her hand away from his stomach.
She let the question linger, well aware the cruel spirit, who had inflicted her friend with the scars, would never answer.
Bowing her head, Anzu began to kiss the outline of the gash across his stomach, surprising Ryou who gasped and trembled beneath her lips.
� A-Anzu,� Biting his lower lip, he shut his eyes, savoring the soft brush of her mouth along his scar, before her tongue began to peek out and flick lightly against the damaged skin.
Much like a kitten, her tongue delicately swayed across his stomach, tickling the gash with its warm, wet texture.
Flushing , Ryou watched her head move up and down along his stomach in its venture to cleanse his wounds with light kisses.
With a shuddered gasp, he squeezed his eyes shut when her head moved up and she proceeded to suck and lick his left nipple where bite marks, not of her own, were visible.
He realized through the haze of pleasure, that she was erasing Bakura�s touch with her own.
� A-Anzu-chan,� Writhing beneath her electric touch, Ryou tugged absently at her shirt.
Drawing her head up and away from his chest, Anzu eyed him carefully. � Let me help you?� She was practically begging and he was unable to deny her virtuous and tempting offer.
He nodded meekly, shutting his eyes and preparing for her ministrations to continue. Gripping the sides of his shirt, Anzu warily lifted the garment up and over his head, leaving his torso bare.
Her lips touched his, and Ryou shyly kissed her back, hesitant to the idea but willing to erase any remains of Bakura�s taste and essence from him completely.
As they kissed, Anzu�s hands busied themselves with his pajama pants of blue and white horizontal stripes. Caressing his hips in the process, she successfully disrobed him, pulling the pants down enough to allow him to easily kick them off the remainder of the way.
Bashful but engrossed in the kiss, Ryou disregarded the fact that he was nude and vulnerable to Anzu�s eyes and touch.
He no longer feared contact from others, and only wished to return to his normal self before he�d become involved with Bakura.
Anzu�s intentions, ones he was physically and mentally aware of, were of a good nature and cause. It was obvious during their year as friends, that Anzu had secretly developed a crush on him. Which, not so long after, had become exposed to the entire school when Jou had accidentally � spilled the beans� during lunch.
Releasing his lips, Anzu panted lightly, catching her breath and letting Ryou do the same. Moving her hand to his hair, she flicked it aside, exposing the left juncture of his throat where several bite marks punctured his skin.
Lowering her head, Anzu overlapped the area with her mouth, sucking and licking at his neck before sealing it with a kiss.
Ryou moaned, opening his eyes slightly to watch her begin to lower herself till she was seated on her knees between his own.
With unfamiliarity in her expression, she eyed his member angled slightly upward in visible arousal. With a blush , she shakily wrapped her hand around it. The minute her fingers encompassed him, Ryou moaned and felt himself become harder and physically throb in her curled hand.
Anzu gasped when she felt his member pulse and jolt in her palm. Never had she seen a man�s penis before. She�d only seen pictures in several of Mai�s �dirty� magazines when she�d gone over to visit the blonde, female duelist. But actually seeing it and holding it was a completely different case.
The heat of his penis was overwhelming, and with visual calculation she summed Ryou to be eight inches.
Ryou moaned, cheeks flaring as he shut his eyes completely and savored the feel of her hands. � Anzu,� Voice dry and meek, Ryou unconsciously purred, catching Anzu by surprise by the unfamiliar noise.

Did he just purr? She wondered. Or am I hearing things?

To test her wonder, she began a steady stroke, guiding her hand up and down his penis in a slow, awkward fashion; she had never been in an intimate situation with a boy.

I hope I�m doing everything right. With cautious fingers, she began rubbing the tip of his penis with circular motions of her thumb.
In response Ryou tensed and sucked in a deep breath, murmuring incoherently what she could only guess was for her to not stop.
With motivation she aimed to please, and her worry of messing up caused her to work at a slow pace with foreign brushes of her palm along his length.
Ryou moaned lightly in his throat as he began to draw his hips up to meet her strokes while his cheeks burned.
Hair sprawled across the pillow propping his head, Ryou instinctively spread his legs, unconsciously inviting Anzu�s reach to seek deeper.
With slight hesitation, Anzu pushed her head down till her breath fanned the tip of his penis, both thrilling and scaring the boy beneath her.
Anzu eyed him. I�ll keep to my word, Ryou, and take away his touch with my own. With a final look, she devoured four inches of his member, adjusting her mouth to its thickness.
Anzu kept her mouth still, intrigued by the wet texture and masculine flavor she could only describe as Ryou.
Ryou whimpered, thrashing, before spreading his legs further apart till his knees faced outward and away from each other.
Provoked by his moans, Anzu began guiding her mouth up and down his shaft, licking the length of him in the process as her tongue shyly swept out to taste the liquid oozing from the tip.
Ryou gasped, digging his fingers into the mattress as he jutted his hips up, surrendering to her sweet mouth as she sucked him.
Panting loudly, Ryou threw his head back, opening his eyes partially to reveal hazed orbs filled with passion and ecstasy.
Anzu lowered her head more, taking in three more inches of Ryou�s well endowed manhood. On instinct she began humming to a random song, sending jitters of vibrations through Ryou�s penis.
Gritting his teeth, a haggard breath fell from his lips, and he was unable to control his loud groans and purrs of pleasure.
The horrid visions of his prior night with Bakura began slipping to a blur, the spirit�s image being replaced with Anzu�s.

� You�re mine,�

Ryou whimpered as the spirit�s deep voice lingered in his thoughts, burning a place in his heart and mind.

� You�re a pathetic fool. No-one will want you but me,�

Ryou shuddered, clamping his hands unconsciously in Anzu�s hair, begging her to take him completely and erase the memories.

� Who will want you?� Bakura�s rhetoric question awoke in his mind: cruel and intended to tear down his securities and leave him bare to his abuse.

� Let me,� Ryou recognized the light tone immediately as Anzu�s.

� Let me help you,� He recalled those words, words said only hours prior to now. Words she had said.

� Help you?� Bakura laughed the words. � No-one can help you silly, hikari,�

Anzu stopped her ministrations when she realized Ryou had begun to shed tears. She immediately felt foolish for her manipulative actions; Ryou was in a tough situation and his decisions were hasty and distorted.

What am I thinking? Anzu inwardly berated herself, ashamed. Ryou�s not thinking right. He probably hates me for forcing him into this.

Anzu lowered her head, absently licking her lips swollen and moistened in Ryou�s essence. This is so wrong. I�m supposed to be helping him. Not groping him!

Anzu�s cheeks puffed out as she let out a frustrated breath. I�m no better than Bakura; using Ryou for my own fantasies.

During her thoughts, she had subconsciously apologized to the white haired boy as he replied in a shaky voice:
� Don�t be. I-I want this,� Ryou�s eyes lowered till they leveled with hers. � Please. I-I need to forget,�
� But--� With her guilt out of whack, Anzu finished in a disgusted voice directed to herself: � I�m no better than him!�
Ryou�s eyes roved to the side. � You want to help me. He didn�t,�
Anzu weakly sat upright, eyeing him intently to detect deception in his words; Ryou was a polite, well-mannered person who risked lying for others benefits.
Anzu refused to let down. � I�m not helping you---I�m,� With a deep breath, she came to a conclusion.
� I�m doing exactly what he did,�
Ryou shut his eyes when she flung herself into him, hugging him as a plea for forgiveness. � You�re nothing like him,� Ryou assured, tone soft and hushed.
� I really want to help you, Ryou,� Anzu told him. � But I don�t want you to feel--�
He stopped her. � I want this. Please,� His eyes rose to meet hers.
Anzu bit her lip. What if he�s lying? What if I�m making him feel uncomfortable?

She gave a furious shake of her head. Ryou needs this baka! And you�re his friend; you can�t let him down. Besides��.you like him!

Sucking in a sharp breath, Anzu faced him. � Alright. But promise me if you feel--�
� I will,� He interrupted, a weak smile sealing the deal.
His smile was infectious; she felt her lips curling upward. For you Ryou. I�d do anything.

Bakura banged his fists furiously into the wooden door. � The little bastard!� How dare he disobey me!

� No matter,� Bakura muttered, a sly grin lifting his lips, his mood completely transformed. � I know just where he is,�

And that�s chapter one! Tell me what you guys think. This is my first lime so please excuse the horrid style in which I write in. lol. Pretty poetic way to say I suck at lemons huh? ^_^ More to come. As well as the explanation and further story of Ryou and Bakura�s relationship.
Audience: Ohhh o.O
Me: Yeah I know. Pretty exciting huh? Even I can�t wait!!
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