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A Chance	By : DarkPharaoh84 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Chance
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Bakura sat by himself, at a table in the arcade, watching Ryou, to make sure nothing happened to him. He was very protective of the boy, who was currently playing an racing game with Yugi and Jonouchi. Honda was at a grabbing machine, trying to win a plushy for Serenity. Anzu was with Serenity, watching him, and offering encouragement. Bakura snorted and turned back to watching over Ryou. Something was missing, he decided. After another quick survey of who all was there, he realized exactly what was missing. Or rather, WHO.

“Good riddance.” Bakura muttered, picking up his glass of lemonade and taking a gulp.

“What’s that?” Marik asked behind Bakura, almost causing him to choke. Bakura turned and glared. “Sorry.” Marik said sheepishly. “Mind if I sit here?” He pointed to an empty seat opposite Bakura. Bakura growled slightly, but didn’t actually protest, so Marik sat down. “I want to talk to you.” Marik explained.

“No.” Bakura said.

“Just for a few minutes?” Marik pleaded.

“I know what you want, and my answer is no, Marik.” Bakura snapped.

“But… it’s not really your decision to make.” Marik commented.

“So?” Bakura snapped. “You go near Ryou, Marik, and I’ll cut you open and bleed you like a pig. You got that?”

Marik blinked. “That’s a little harsh, ain’t it?” He asked. Bakura glared at him. “Aww, come on Bakura. Give me a chance. Please? I swear to you, that I will never hurt Ryou in any way. Ever. And if I do, you can do whatever you want to me, and I won’t protest.”

“No.”

“That’s harsh.”

“I don’t care. I told you. No.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes!” Marik persisted desperately. “At least think about it.”

“Okay.” Bakura replied. “Hmmm, thought about it. And my answer is still no.”

Marik looked away momentarily, then turned back, and stood up hitting the table with his fists as he did. “You know, it’s because you’re such an asshole to everyone that you’re completely alone!” He spat angrily. “And whoever it is you were thinking about just before I came over, I bet it’s that reason that you don’t have them.” Marik then stormed outside, before jamming his motorcycle helmet on, and getting on his bike, leaving without a backwards glance.

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Bakura gaped after the blond haired boy. His words might as well have been a hard slap across the face. They certainly stung like one. Bakura pushed his glass away, and stood up to follow Marik, rushing out the door at top speed. He’d give Marik a chance, but only if he took back what he had just said.

Bakura hadn’t counted on someone being in his path. Someone smaller, and physically weaker than himself. Smashing into this person, the instant he left the building, he stumbled, while they fell completely. Looking around, he knew he was too late to speak with Marik. He’d speak with the boy later then, he decided. Turning to see who he’d crashed into, Bakura’s gaze met with a crimson glare. The pharaoh himself. Atemu, or Yami, as his friends called him. Bakura turned away without a comment, and looked around. “Bloody tomb-keeper.” He growled before walking back inside, letting Atemu pick himself up and do whatever he wanted.

And Atemu did just that. He followed Bakura in, and stood in front of him, arms crossed, glaring, after Bakura had sat down again.

“What do you want?” Bakura muttered, not really up for a fight.

“An apology would be nice, but I doubt it’s in your vocabulary.” Atemu replied. He knew how to break his fall, but Bakura had knocked him down with quite a bit of force. As a result, Atemu’s elbow was grazed, bleeding, and would probably bruise.

“Sorry. Didn’t see you.” Bakura shrugged. “I was a little preoccupied.”

“What?” Atemu gasped.

“Don’t bother. You wanted an apology, and you got one. So leave it.” Bakura muttered.

“I didn’t expect one though.” Atemu replied. Bakura shrugged, and looked away. He turned his attention back to Ryou, and made no further eye contact with Atemu. Seeing the conversation was over, Atemu sighed. “Watch where you’re going next time.” He said, then turned and walked away, heading toward his friends. “Or one of these days you’re going to run into someone bigger, and YOU’LL be the one on the ground.” Atemu turned his arm and tried to see the damage, but gave up and resorted to ignoring it.

“Hey, Yami! What kept you?” Jonouchi called up from his race against Yugi and Ryou.

“Speaking with an old friend.” Atemu replied over the volume of the arcade machines.

“Oh! Yami! You’re bleeding!” Anzu exclaimed suddenly. “Here. Let me see.” She said, and had a look at his arm. “We’ll have to clean this, there’s gravel in it. How’d you do this?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m fine.” Atemu replied.

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Bakura narrowed his eyes as Anzu examined Atemu’s elbow. He felt a pang of guilt, that he had been the one who had hurt Atemu. He had promised himself he would never hurt the boy again, after Marik had brought them both back from the afterlife. Marik had, since then, been forbidden to go anywhere near the family scrolls containing spells. But that had nothing to do with Bakura. What did, however, as far as he was concerned, was the fact that Ryou was walking to the men’s toilets with Atemu right now.

Bakura got up, and followed, closing the door quietly behind him, and listening to what was being said, before turning the corner to, undoubtedly, make his presence known.

“How did you manage this, Atemu?” Ryou asked, as he dabbed Atemu’s elbow with some soaked tissue, the cold tap running behind him.

Atemu shrugged. “Fell.”

Ryou gave him a sceptical look, before getting some clean tissue, chucking the red ones into the bin first. Bakura stepped around the corner, and beat Ryou to the clean tissues. “I’ll do it.” He said firmly. “You go and have fun.” Bakura cocked his head toward the door. He didn’t like Ryou being out of his sight, but figured his friends would protect him if anything were to happen. “My fault anyway.” He muttered, and Ryou nodded, understandingly, and left. Bakura walked over to Atemu, who had simply been regarding the whole situation. “It’ll make it easier if you hold still, and keep your arm there, like that.” Bakura said, positioning Atemu’s arm.

Atemu watched curiously as Bakura carefully cleaned the wound. “I can clean it myself, you know.” He commented.

“No, you can attempt to. But you might miss some gravel and make it worse as you can’t see what you’re doing of properly.” Bakura replied. He looked it over once he was done. “That should be it.”

“Thanks.” Atemu said, straightening his arm again. Atemu looked up, and noted how close Bakura was, furthermore, Bakura was staring at him. Atemu began to feel embarrassed. “What?” He asked.

“Nothing.” Bakura replied.

“Then… why are you staring at me?” Atemu asked.

Bakura shrugged. “Felt like it.” He moved closer, and dipped his head closer, so that their lips were only millimetres apart. He paused, giving Atemu some time to decide whether or not to move away. “Do you think I’m an asshole?” Bakura asked quietly, to make sure Atemu was still with him.

“…Sometimes.” Atemu replied, quietly. Was Bakura really about to kiss him? Or was it some sort of trick?

“Right now?” Bakura asked. “Am I being an asshole right now?”

“No…” Atemu replied, frowning in confusion.

Bakura closed the gap, pressing his lips against Atemu’s, and reaching up one hand to gently brush Atemu’s cheek before resting it at the back of Atemu’s head. His other arm snaking it’s way around Atemu’s waist, and pulling him close, but being sure not to hold Atemu too tightly. He wanted Atemu, and had done so for some time. But he wasn’t going to force Atemu into anything he didn’t want to do. So Bakura had to make sure Atemu had an easy escape route.

Receiving no resistance whatsoever, Bakura moved to the next step, and gently ran his tongue over Atemu’s bottom lip, asking for entry. At first, he thought Atemu wouldn’t allow him, as he hadn’t responded. But just as Bakura was about to pull away, Atemu parted his lips. Bakura slipped his tongue into Atemu’s mouth, and began to explore it, tasting every inch. A soft moan was his reward, and it made Bakura all the more eager. Bakura broke the kiss for air, then he removed the choker around Atemu’s neck and began sucking on his neck, nipping with his teeth from time to time before soothing it with his tongue again. Instead of discarding the choker, Bakura had slipped it into his pocket. Atemu continued to offer no resistance, his glazed eyes half lidded, and his breathing ragged.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Bakura whispered, pulling them into the Shadow Realm, and gently pushing Atemu down, straddling his waist, and continuing to ravage his neck. He pulled the bottom of Atemu’s vest up, and broke away to remove it, before returning to his task of marking Atemu’s neck. Once satisfied with that, Bakura moved to Atemu’s nipples, nipping with his teeth, and soothing with his tongue. Atemu gasped, and continued to moan at Bakura actions. Bakura shifted, and removed Atemu’s pants, boxers, socks and shoes, dropping them to his side, and then moved back to Atemu’s nipples, while he removed his own clothing.

Once naked, Bakura kissed his way down Atemu’s body, dipping his tongue in Atemu’s naval, before continuing on. He looked at Atemu’s face, to make sure Atemu was okay, then, satisfied that Atemu had no problems with this, took Atemu’s member in his mouth. Atemu gasped loudly, sitting up slightly, before lying back down. “Oh…Gods…” He muttered, gasping for breath. Bakura chuckled, causing a slight vibration around Atemu’s member, and caused Atemu to moan again. Bakura worked his tongue around Atemu’s penis first, being tortuously gentle, and bobbing his head as he worked up and down it, until Atemu’s hands reached to his head, entangling themselves in his hair. Bakura then deep throated Atemu, and began to suck hard, holding Atemu’s hips in place, while Atemu moaned and writhed, sweat beginning to coat his body. Atemu screamed as he released, and Bakura swallowed a lot of it, before pulling back. Atemu’s hands were now by his head, and his chest heaving, as he came down off his high, his cheeks flushed.

“Do you want me to stop?” Bakura asked, his voice ragged. His cock strained for attention, but he ignored it for now. Atemu shook his head slowly. Bakura wiped up some of the cum, with his hand, and coated three of his fingers with it. He then used one hand to part Atemu’s thighs, before pushing one finger into Atemu’s hole slowly. Atemu gasped, clenching his eyes shut, and gritting his teeth. Bakura watched him calmly. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asked. Atemu nodded, so Bakura moved on to his point. “Then you need to relax, Atemu. Or it’ll hurt like hell. I’m not going to lie to you, it’ll hurt anyway. But if you relax, it’ll be less painful.” Atemu nodded, and took a few breaths, forcing himself to relax. “Good. Remember, we can stop any time. You just let me know. Alright?” Atemu nodded. Bakura returned the gesture, before slowly moving his finger in and out, to stretch Atemu first.

Atemu gasped as Bakura’s finger brushed his prostrate. Bakura stopped, and looked at him. “No… Keep going…” Atemu moaned, frustrated. Bakura grinned, and pulled his finger back a bit, before adding the second. Slowly moving them about, and brushing Atemu’s prostrate again, getting a loud moan out of Atemu, before he began scissoring them. Bakura entered a third finger, and finished up stretching Atemu, while he used the other hand to work himself, pumping his own member, coating it in Atemu’s cum.

“How do you want to be taken, Atemu? Do you want to be facing me? Or on your knees?” Bakura asked, after releasing his member. He slowly pulled his fingers out of Atemu’s rear. “It’ll hurt less on your knees.” Atemu nodded, and shifted, so he was on his hands and knees. “I’ll be gentle.” Bakura told him, softly kissing his shoulder, as he moved into position, and eased himself in slowly. Once sheathed, he stopped. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to move.” He said, reaching around, and taking Atemu’s member in his hand, pumping it a few times, to make Atemu hard again. Bakura let go, and then held Atemu by the hips, to make sure he didn’t hurt himself, and waited for Atemu to adjust. He couldn’t believe how easy it had been to get here. Atemu had offered absolutely no resistance to his advances. He wondered why he hadn’t made his move sooner. But it didn’t matter, he supposed. Atemu suddenly moved against him. “You ready?” Bakura asked. Atemu nodded. “Alright then.” Bakura replied, before slowly pulling out, and pushing back in again, setting a slow and gentle pace, so he wouldn’t hurt Atemu too much. He wanted to do this again, but if he was going to, he’d have to be gentle. Or Atemu wouldn’t want him near. He began shifting his angle, trying to find that one special spot, and when Atemu cried out in pleasure, Bakura knew he had succeeded. So he aimed for that one spot continuously.

Atemu clawed at the ground, moaning. It had been so painful at first, he didn’t know how he was going to handle it. But he had been determined to see it through. And then Bakura had found his prostrate again, and Atemu forgot all about the pain. Bakura continued to hit it, but Atemu wanted it more. “Bakura…” He gasped. “Faster…”

Bakura nodded, then picked up the pace, as sweat began to cover his own body, and his breath became ragged. “More?” He rasped, and Atemu nodded. Bakura thrust in a little harder, hitting Atemu’s sweet spot dead on, and causing him to cry out louder. Bakura continued at it, obeying every plea for more that Atemu made, then reached around, taking Atemu’s member in his hand again, and pumping it in time with his thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was maddening, and Bakura could feel his release approaching. Feeling Atemu’s body stiffen beneath him, and tighten around his cock, almost drove Bakura over the edge as Atemu released into his hand, screaming Bakura’s name. Atemu’s arms gave way, and he kept himself up with his elbows. Bakura let go of Atemu’s cock, and once again gripped his hips, thrusting harder and faster, to get his own release. When it came, he screamed out Atemu’s name, then collapsed over him, as he regained his breath.

Bakura pulled out, and sat down, pulling Atemu close to him, nuzzling his neck a little. “Felt like it?” Atemu asked suddenly.

“Fuck, yeah.” Bakura replied, laughing a little. “Gods you were tight. First time?”

“Yeah.” Atemu replied.

Bakura blinked at that. “Why me?” He asked. “Why give your virginity to me? You could have stopped me at any time, and I would have listened.”

“Why were you so keen to take me?” Atemu asked.

“What the hell? I’ve been attracted to you for some time. That’s why.” Bakura replied. Atemu turned and gave Bakura a pointed look. Bakura grinned, understanding completely, then leaned in and kissed Atemu soundly.

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A week later, four boys walked into a restaurant together. Bakura kept Yami close, with an arm around his waist, and watched Marik with Ryou, in front of them, like a hawk. “You said it was a double date.” Marik said suddenly. “But you just wanted to keep an eye on me.”

“I told you, I’m giving you a chance.” Bakura replied. “You’ll have your privacy IF and WHEN I trust you. Not before.”

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