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Chapter List
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Disclaimer - Nope . . . I don't own them, or much of anything to do with them.
Author's Notes - Well, here's the next to the last chapter of 'Gravitation'. Will Yami regain himself after Malik nearly destroyed him? Well, I guess you
will all just have to see, now won't you? *grin* As for my question the last chapter . . . well, the chapter explains itself, but you'll understand which way
the votes went when you read it I guess. Enjoy.

Chapter 23 - The Light of Innocence

Ryou opened the door to Yami's bedroom slowly, still unsure of what he was doing. Marik had asked him to come up here while Yami was sleeping to
keep an eye on him . . . but Ryou suspected that there was more to it than just sitting beside Yami and making sure he didn't awaken and try to do
anything 'stupid', as Bakura had put it. He'd been unable to resist the request however . . . no one but Marik and Bakura had really seen Yami since they
had arrived here a week ago, and they were all getting anxious.
Marik and Bakura kept them informed as to Yami's progress in his recovery . . . but it did little to still the gut-wrenching worry that Yami would never be
the same. Yugi himself was an absolute wrec. . . . and terribly upset that his cousin still refused to see him as of yet. They were closer than brothers, and it
bothered his lover to no end that his cousin seemed to be avoiding him, as if afraid of him.
He remembered Marik's words to him as the blonde had pulled him aside before he came up here, and wondered about them. What had Marik meant . . .
'If something happens between the two of you, Bakura and I will welcome it.' Did he think . . . no, he couldn't have meant if Yami and he slept together.
That was just unthinkable after everything Yami had been through . . . no matter the fact that he had turned eighteen two days ago.
Ryou settled on the edge of the bed carefully, studying Yami with worried brown eyes as the elder man slept. His fingers rose to his lips as he remembered
the feeling of the kiss that had led to his first sexual encounter. . . it had burned and soothed, igni an an inner fire that still hadn't settled completely. He
reached out with one hesitant hand, running pale fingertips down the lightly tanned cheek. It was still soft, like warmed silk . . . but the shadows underneath
the closed crimson eyes worried him.
"Yami . . ." Ryou breathed, tears trickling down his face as he thought of the changes that had to have caused those deepening shadows. He started as the
door creaked open again, admitting a timid and unsure Yugi.
"How is he?" the amethyst eyed youth asked quietly.
"I don't know . . ." Ryou answered, his voice aching. "Yugi . . . he was so happy before this. Why did this have to happen to him? He doesn't deserve
this . . . this nightmare!" He choked on the words as Yugi settled on the bed beside him, pulling him into slim arms as Yugi ran a gentle hand through his
hair, his own eyes resting on his cousin.
"I wish I knew, Ryou," Yugi whispered, his own voice strained. "Yami's always been so good to me . . . I wish I could do something to repay him for all
that's he's done for me. But I don't know where to begin . . . or how to help him like this. I just . . . I'm scared I'll lose my cousin." Slim fingers reached
out, wrapping gently around Yami's tanned hand as it lay on the coverlet. "I want my cousin back . . ." he murmured, and buried his face in Ryou's hair
as the tears came. Ryou comforted him as best he could, not knowing what to say. He too was afraid that they had lost the Yami they had come to know
and love . . . and he knew Marik and Bakura shared that worry. You could see it in the way they carried themselves and in the way they discussed it when
they thought he and Yugi were out of hearing range.
Lost in his sorrow, Yugi almost didn't feel the fingers he gripped tighten around his hand.
"Yugi . . ." Yugi looked up, amethyst eyes going wide as he met the darkened crimson gaze of his cousin. "Don't cry for me, little one."
"Yami!" Yugi cried, leaning forward to envelope his cousin in a hug . . . only to freeze when Yami flinched before rising from the bed, putting some
distance between himself and the two teenagers.
"You shouldn't be here . . ." Yami murmured, his voice hoarse as he refused to meet that confused amethyst gaze. He didn't want his cousin . . . his light
. . . to see him like this. There were some shadows that light could not banish . . . and this darkness threatened to encompass it entirely. Ryou being here
only made it worse . . . he didn't want to taint the boy's natural innocence with his filth.
"I . . . we've been worried about you," Yugi whispered, his voice echoing the hurt in his heart as his cousin appeared to avoid him. "Why won't you look
at me?"
"I . . . please, Yugi, just go away. I don't want you tainted by this . . ." Ryou gasped at the words, even as he felt Yugi shiver in pain in his arms before
the amethyst eyed boy stood as if to leave. Ryou moved suddenly, telling Yugi with a hand signal to stay where he was before standing to approach Yami,
who backed away only to hit a wall and freeze there, unable to move further. "Ryou . . . please, don't . . ." Ryou paused for a moment . . . and then
stepped forward, light fingers trailing over Yami's gaunt frame before pressing his slim form into the shivering body, trying to give Yami the only comfort
he could think to give at the moment. He burrowed into the embrace, pressing closer to the lightly tanned form, his cheek pressed to the cotton covered
chest, listening to the rapid heartbeat within.
"Yami . . ." he murmured softly, his breath making the shirt warm, "Don't turn us away. We've been worried sick about you . . . don't lock yourself away
from us like this. We're all here to help you, if we can . . . we miss you." He sighed as he felt the tense form suddenly relax, lig lightly tanned arms coming
up to hold him gently. "Besides . . . we miss our Sex Ed class." He felt Yami chuckle slightly, delighting in the pure sound of mirth he'd drawn from him.
"I was afraid of harming both of you with this . . ." Yami murmured . . . and finally met his cousin's eyes across the room. "Yugi . . ." His voice was light,
barely hearable . . . but Yugi could hear the pleading in it, the worry and fear. He walked across the room quickly, tugging on Yami's hand until the taller
man followed him to the bed, where he sank down before pulling Yami down as well, settling the tri-colored head in his lap and threading his fingers
through the locks as Ryou settled beside his cousin, the slim form cradled against the taller man's side.
"You should know better," Yugi whispered, amethyst meeting crimson solemnly as he massaged his cousin's scalp, keeping him relaxed. "After all we've
been through . . . Yami, you're my cousin, and I love you dearly, but you can be dense sometimes. Stop worrying about me . . . and start healing yourself.
This is going to tear you apart if you don't." Yami sighed, crimson eyes closing as his muscles relaxed one by one.
< SIZ SIZE="+1">"I'm sorry, little one," he murmured. "I just . . . I don't know what's going to happen. I can't even . . . I can't even understand why I feel the way I do
anymore. Things . . . used to be so much simpler." Ryou sighed, shifting against the form unconsciously as those words struck home. He had felt the
same way . . . before he'd met Yugi and Yami, and before he had come forward to them about his sexuality. The two of them had helped him understand
what was going on . . . which was what Yami needed now. Before he could even fully comprehend what his mind was suggesting, his finger was running
licirccircles around one nipple through the light cotton fabric of Yami's shirt.
n len let us help make things simpler again . . ." he murmured . . . and rose up on one elbow to brush his lips gently against Yami's. He deepened the kiss
when Yami moaned, the parted lips allowing him entrance as the sound escaped. He felt Yugi run a hand through his hair, and knew that his small lover
was encouraging him as he felt Yami respond, tanned fingers lightly caressing the back of his neck and his shoulder blades through the t-shirt he wore. He
broke off the kiss to breath, moving with feather light kisses down over the clenched jaw to the slim neck, where he nibbled and licked at the soft flesh
there, loving the taste of Yami as the man groaned beneath him.
"Ryou . . ." Yami whispered, his voice hoarse. "Please . . . I don't think I'm ready for this . . . and you're . . ."
"I'm eighteen now, Yami. I had my birthday two days ago . . . and this is the only birthday gift you could ever give me," Ryou murmured, pulling back to
stare into the crimson eyes solemnly. "I want to help you . . . and if this is the only way to do it, then I will be more than happy to be able to do so." He
leaned down, brushing his lips against Yami's before pulling back to slowly unbutton the light shirt. Yami shivered at the ghostly contact of Ryou's fingers
against his skin as the shirt fell away, his eyes closing as the wounds he still bore were revealed to the innocent boy's eyes. He gasped when he felt lips on
those wounds, Ryou slowly kissing each and every one of the marks, tears forming in his eyes at the tenderness of the gesture. It was so unthreatening . . .
so loving, even in the face of what must have been horrible ugliness.
He had managed to hide it from Bakura and Marik, but he felt threatened whenever they were near. Even through the comfort their nearness brought them,
he felt that fear and hated it, but was unable to do anything to banish it from his mind. Somehow, with Ryou and Yugi, that fear was not present. He felt
the butterfly kiss of lips on his forehead, and opened his eyes to see his cousin leaning over him.
"You're still beautiful, Yami," Yugi whispered. "Those marks . . . they're battle scars, not disfigurements. You got them protecting us . . . we could never
consider them, or you, ugly." Ryou murmured his assent, white hair lightly brushing over Yami's skin as he made his way back up the slim form to look
into crimson eyes, his own eyes burning with hunger.
"Yami . . ." Ryou murmured, laying his head on the barely moving chest as Yami struggled to breathe through the emotions choking him. "I . . . show me
what it's like to be loved by you. Yugi and I are ready for that next step . . . but we're afraid to take it. Help us . . . and let us help you regain yourself."
Yami groaned, unable to resist that heartfelt plea even as his body stirred with the first real desire he had felt in what felt like forever. Light fingers caressed
Ryou's back, wonder evident in their gentle and unassuming touch.
"Are you sure of this, little one?" he questioned, his voice husky. In response, he felt Ryou nod. Yugi looked at him solemnly.
"Yami . . . Ryou and I have been discussing this since that first time we were together and we talked to you," he murmured. "Neither of us is experienced
enough to feel safe taking that next step . . . but you are, and you'll do it in the best and safest way possible. Ryou wants this . . . and so do I. Please
Yami." He settled back against the head board, fingers lightly caressing scalp as he gazed down at the two, love shining brightly in his eyes. Yami nodded,
crimson eyes closing before he pulled Ryou up his body, taking the boy's lips in a burning kiss as he cupped the back of his neck in one long fingered
hand. Ryou moved against him, slim hips grinding against his deliciously as pale fingers danced over his skin.
"Ryou . . ." Yami groaned, his head falling back into his cousin's lap as Ryou's light fingers trailed over his stomach, leaving burning paths of sensation
as the teenager slowly slid the sweat-pants down over slim hips, revealing Yami's already erect member to his chocolate gaze. In response, Ryou took him
into his mouth, nipping and sucking lightly at the hardened flesh. Yami's back arched, surprise and wonder evident in crimson eyes as he met his cousin's
amethyst gaze. Yugi smiled, leaning down to lay a loving kiss on his cousin's parted lips.
"Come back to us, Yami," Yugi whispered, and smiled as he felt the older man take his hand, gripping it tights his his muscles twitched in reaction to
Ryou's ministrations.
Ryou hummed softly, loving the taste of Yami's essence as he felt the man shift beneath him in response. He had dreamed of doing this to Yami since that
first time . . . he wanted to pay him back for the world he had opened to the white haired boy, and show him how much he cared for him. What he felt for
Yami wasn't love, or even lust . . . it was wonder at how such a beautiful being could have been thrown into his life. He loved Yami . . . not the same way
as Marik and Bakura did, and definitely not the way he loved Yugi . . . but it was like the love for an untouchable star brought to earth by some
unfathomable magic.
Yami moved suddenly, rising to pull Ryou off of him before flipping them over, quickly removing the hindrance of clothes from the slight boy before
trailing loving kisses over the pale skin, his worries lost beneath the flood of love and warmth that the two boys were showing him. He took Ryou into his
mouth, driving the boy to frenzied panting as he brought him to the edge of release, only to slow down as he reached out for something. Yugi knew what
he was looking for, and handed it to him from a hip pocket, fingers tangling in Ryou's hair as he watched his older cousin coat his fingers with the
lubrication before moving to prepare Ryou.
Ryou moaned as Yami slipped one finger into him gently, seeing stars as Yami hummed around him and brushed that one bundle of nerves. He squirmed
as the elder youth added a second finger, the discomfort fading after a few moments to be buried beneath sensation. He was too far gone to feel the third
when it was added as Yami bobbed his head, swallowing his length.
Yami bided his time, carefully stretching the boy beneath him as he distracted him with other sensations, feeling the tight walls around his fingers tense and
relax. After several moments, he deemed that it was safe, and removed his fingers, wiping them carefully on his discarded shirt before leaning back to look
at the beautiful body beneath him. Ryou's pale skin was covered in a fine, light sheen of sweat, his face flushed with passion, his eyes glittering with lust
and pleasure.
"Are you sure of this?" he whispered, meeting the warm brown gaze uncertainly. Ryou nodded, his fingers tightening around Yugi's as he felt Yami poise
himself at his entrance.
"Please . . ." Ryou murmured, lifting his hips and wrapping his legs around the slim waist, pressing Yami against him.
"Yugi?" Yami asked, meeting the amethyst gaze in turn. Yugi smiled, reaching out to run delicate fingers over his cousin's worried face.
"Do it, Yami. Teach us all that you know . . . and let us help you heal." Yami pressed a kiss into his cousin's palm, soft lips trailing over the smooth,
unmarred skin as lightly tanned fingers trailed up Ryou's chest to brush the soft white hair out of the boy's eyes. He nudged into Ryou's entrance slowly,
stilling as Ryou gasped and bucked beneath him, hands moving to grip the boy's waist to keep him still so that he didn't hurt him unnecessarily. He waited
until Ryou had grown accustomed to the intrusion before continuing, keeping at the slow pace until he was fully sheathed in the boy's warmth. He
groaned, feeling the tight hencoencompass him as Ryou moved hesitantly against him.
"That's it, Ryou," he murmured encouragingly, unconsciously taking the role of teacher once again. "Move with me." He set a slow pace, letting Ryou
move with him, hands light on pale hips as he guided the boy, moving the hips just a bit higher to get a better angle.
"Oh gods . . . Yami . . ." Ryou keened, his voice nearly breaking at the sensation of skin on skin, the feel of Yami filling him feeding the burning fire that
had begun in the pit of his stomach. The slowness of it was beginning to eat at him . . . he pushed back, desperate for more, not knowing what he was
asking for, but knowing there was something greater just out of reach. "Faster . . . oh gods, please . . ."
Yami groaned, feeling Ryou pushing against him in a silent plea that was almost as desperate as the vocal one he had just uttered. Unheeded, tears began
to pool in his eyes, sliding down his face in crystalline rivulets as he remembered what this act was supposed to be . . . full of love and trust, not pain and
humiliation. Ryou was giving him the one thing that could heal his soul without either of them ever truly realizing it.
He pulled the pale boy upwards and into his arms, rocking back so that Ryou rested lightly on his thighs, hands steadying the boy as he thrust into that
tight passage, picking up the pace at the silent plea. Ryou moaned, his head falling back as the feeling of Yami inside him changed with the difference in
position, the fullness hitting deeper and harder with each thrust.
Ryou barely felt Yugi behind him, gentle fingers running soothingly down his back and sides, helping to steady him as his body was in turn engulfed in fire
and ice. He nearly screamed as Yami hit his prostate, white light exploding behind closed eyelids as he let his head fall onto Yugi's shoulder, feeling his
lover's soft lips against his neck, lightly suckling and nipping at the soft skin there.
Yugi reached around Ryou's hip, stroking his love's erection in time with Yami's thrusts, crimson meeting amethyst over a pale shoulder, warmth and
light shining in the younger youth's eyes as he watched his cousin become the person they had known before Malik.
"I . . . I'm gonna cum . . ." Ryou whimpered, his body tightening as he felt his release nearing. Yami picked up the pace, the tip of his cock poking at
Ryou's prostate over and over again. Ryou began to cry out at each thrust, a high pitched keen that quickly escalated into a scream as pleasure ripped
through him, his cum splashing Yugi's hand and he and Yami's stomach as his orgasm overwhelmed him. Yami growled, feeling Ryou's passage pulse
around him. A few more thrusts and he joined Ryou in bliss, filling the tight body with his seed before collapsing onto his back, the slim, pale body
pressed tightly to his own as he tried to breathe around the lump of emotions clogging his throat. Yugi was quick to settle beside the two, pulling a blanket
up over them all as he settled with his head beside Ryou's on his cousin's opposite shoulder.
"Welcome back, Yami," Yugi murmured, a light hand caressing both pale and tanned hips where they were still joined. Ryou murmured sleepily,
whispering his own welcome as Yami wrapped his arms around the pale figure before turning his head to meet his cousin's gaze.
"Thank you, Yugi," he whispered. "I . . . thank you."
"You're welcome, cousin," Yugi said softly in reply, leaning up for a quick kiss before settling back down. "Now sleep . . . the others have been worried
sick about you as well, and they're not going to remain patient and allow you to hole yourself up in here for much longer."
"I know," Yami replied. "I think . . . I think now I can face them." He sighed as he felt Ryou's breathing slow as the boy drifted into slumber, his own
eyes closing as exhaustion swamped him. He smiled slightly as his own breathing began to deepen . . . feeling whole and himself once again for the first
time in too long. The innocent light of his cousin and Ryou had helped to finally banish the shadows that had remained on his soul . . . for at least a little
while, he was himself again.
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