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Take Me	By : kaite Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hello, faithful readers of aff.net. Back once again on another beautiful Saturday, I am finally free (partially at least) from the chains of homework. Since this is a special three- day weekend, the next three chapters will be posted today, tomorrow, and Monday (thank God for President�s Day! ^-^). But unfortunately, I have fallen victim to the raging epidemic called the common cold. My writing skills may be slightly impaired for the weekend but I will do my best to rise above this horrid disease.

As a response to all of your recent reviews, yes, Ryou is a screamer but only because Bakura told him to. Also, Moztartz_Ballad, I would appreciate it if you do let me know what I did wrong. Please, if you can, send it to me in a review or feel free to e- mail me (e- mail is in my profile). Thanks to all of you who read and reviewed.

So without further ado, I bring you the next chapter of "Take Me."

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Basking in the memories of the previous night, I smiled to myself as I felt my own awakening. Bathed in the sun�s morning light, my eyelids became adorned by the yellowish glow as they opened to reveal a most beautiful sight sleeping next to me. His arms still wrapped around me from last night, Bakura stirred as he was brought into the world of consciousness. His eyelids lifting slowly up, I stifled a laugh as they twitched in discomfort. Tightening his hold on me, Bakura smiled as he looked into my eyes lovingly. Never before seeing this, I couldn�t help but blush, my cheeks burning into a deep crimson. Though I smiled back, tears began to build up in my eyes. Taking one arm from underneath me, Bakura gently wiped away the tears with his finger. His hand carefully caressed my face as it brushed away my stray stands of hair.

"Good morning, hikari," Bakura said as he pulled my body closer to his. His hand now moved down to my ass, diligently massaging both cheeks. Taking my own arms, I wrapped myself around Bakura�s torso, feeling his partially stiff member against mine. Still hurting a bit from the night before, I didn�t want to start anything just yet.

"Good morning to you as well. Would you like me to make you breakfast?" I inquired, subtly letting him know that I could not fuck again so soon. "Sure," he responded in almost a whisper. He must have been tired from last night as well but being the slightly egotistical yami that he was, he did not want to admit it.

"How about I make you breakfast in bed today? Does that sound good to you?" I quietly asked, noticing Bakura almost falling asleep again. "Will you come to bed with it?" he replied half- awake. "Of course," I said, giggling a bit. He smiled. "Then that sounds good."

"Alright." With that, I lifted the covers that shielded me from the cold. I suppose that Bakura turned the thermostat up too high and broke it, letting the cool air in. I nearly yelped as my feet touched the ice- like floor, making their way toward the pile of clothes on the floor. Scurrying to get something on, I sloppily pulled up my boxers and P. J. bottoms at the same time, doing the same with my shirt. Walking on the tips of my toes to avoid the frost that lay below, I walked over to the door, hearing the click of the cold metal lock as I opened it.

Gently closing the door behind me, I tried not to disturb Bakura. Getting on a warm pair of slippers and my robe, I went over to the stove cabinets, getting out the frying pan for the pancakes, the smaller frying pan for the bacon, and the plates for the toast and hash browns. Taking the box of pancake mix and the bread from the cupboard, I made my way towards the fridge, taking out the eggs, maple syrup, bacon, and hash browns. Since my father was virtually never around to cook, I had to learn at an obscenely young age how to do all the practical chores of an adult, cooking being one of them. I could cook almost any meal without even thinking about what I was doing, this being one of those occasions.

My thoughts were concentrated on what had just occurred only ten hours ago. I found myself going through my feelings, first the fear and uncertainty, then the pleasure of the greatest experience of any man�s life. I had just had my first time with the love of my life. I smiled to myself as I thought this, thinking how much I did love Bakura and how much he had said he loved me back. Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around my abdomen, gripping my body at its sides while feeling kisses run down my neck. Feeling Bakura�s breath on my neck, shivers ran down my spine. Letting out a soft moan of pleasure, I let out a small whisper. "I thought I was going to make you breakfast in bed."

"You took too long. I was getting restless. Besides, I want to help you," Bakura replied, releasing my waist from his grasp. I turned to see him in an old Speed Racer t- shirt of mine and blue pajama pants. Socks adorned his feet as he carelessly slid across the wooden kitchen floor.

"How can you help me though? You�ve never learned how to cook," I asked, wanting to know if he was serious or not. Smirking once again, Bakura simply replied, "I can do some things. I�m not as helpless as you think I am."

"You definitely proved that last night," I said, dazzling him with a smirk of my own. Feeling my slightly compulsive need to know, I hesitantly asked Bakura, "So just to be sure, we�re a couple now, right?" As Bakura shook his head slightly, my stomach bubbled in anxiousness. He looked up at me and sarcastically replied, "No, Ryou, we just had a night of hot sex for nothing. Of course we�re a couple!" Walking over to me, Bakura took me into his arms as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Feeling the warmth of his saliva in mine, I pushed my tongue down further into his mouth, gripping the back of his hair. I could feel myself getting aroused again but yet I wanted to wait a bit before deciding to have sex again. I gradually pulled my tongue out of his mouth, just in time to save the food from burning.

Turning off the burners, I started to serve the food onto plates. Bakura got out two glasses, pouring orange juice into one. Turning to me, he asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Milk sounds good, please," I said, looking up at him. Chuckling a bit in an almost dirty sort of way, Bakura smugly retorted "I like it when you say �please�." I could tell that he was still turned on from last night. How he could not be exhausted, I don�t know and I never will. Maybe it was more work to be on the bottom than the top. I pondered this as I placed all of the breakfast food at the bar. Hearing the buzz of the doorbell, I walked over to go get it. Surprisingly, I opened the door to reveal a sly looking Malik.

"Morning, Ryou. Is Bakura around?" he inquired, looking around the room for his friend.

"Yeah, I�m right here. What�s up?" Bakura answered back, walking into the family room from the kitchen.

"Mmm. That breakfast smells good. May I come in?" Malik asked.

"Sure. Make yourself at home."

Walking in, Malik sat on one of the barstools, taking a piece of toast to his mouth. "So Bakura, who is she?"

"What do you mean?"

Malik grinned back. "You know who I mean. That chick you made scream last night until 2:45 in the fucking morning!"

My face paled. Oh shit. Was I really that loud? I knew that Bakura had asked me to yell out his name once so it just became a natural instinct to do it again. But screaming. I never meant to do that.

"Malik, you fuck. That wasn�t a chick."

"So what you�re saying it was a-" Malik stopped mid-sentence, the realization dawning on him. "Holy shit, Bakura! I didn�t know you were gay!"

"No shit, sherlock.," Bakura said, rolling his eyes while looking over at me, smiling.

Malik took notice to this and grinned wider than ever. "You�re shitting me. You two fucked?!"
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