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Take Me	By : kaite Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3642 -:- 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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I�m so sorry that I couldn�t get any chapters last weekend. I was swamped with this whole research project, and then I had to review for some tests. Anyway, I really appreciate all of you who read and review my stories. Thank you so much to my reviewers.
dragonkitty- Glad it makes sense. Thank you.
Bambi- Completely gay. You�ll see why� and how in my new story that�ll be coming out soon. The pairing is unique� I�ll say that about it. Sorry I couldn�t update sooner.
Sato Takai- A horny yami bastard who has a short- term memory problem. I plan to keep it up for a long time.
Amy Hirosaki- No, no, no. I didn�t mean it like that at all. I will say this as the disclaimer: THE MILLENIUM ROD IS NOT USED FOR SEX IN THIS FIC, NOR IS IT USED FOR OTHER SEXUAL THINGS. ^-^ I just had to say that. I�m glad you liked the rest. I�ll try to be clearer next time on what they usrtairtain objects for. ^-^>
Rhelle- Thanks. I�m glad you like.
Ikyutakei- Thanks.
I�ll try to be better about updating but for now, here is chapter seven of "Take Me."

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My entire body froze when I heard the shower door close. Not knowing what was next, I tensed my shoulders, slowly trying to turn around. Suddenly, my waist was encircled by strong arms as I felt Bakura�s hot breath on my neck. Tender lips trailed soft kisses down my neck and on my shoulders, gradually becoming more intense. I moaned softly in ecstasy.
"Ahh. I see you like this, hikari, but I do wonder, would you like me to move further down?" Bakura inquired, whispering his soft words of seduction into my ear. I couldn�t help but nod my head yes in a frantic motion, exhaling sharply. I was still in a considerable amount of pain because of the night before. However, I wouldn�t let that get in the way of the best shower ever.
Bakura�s arms shifted to my shoulders, pulling my body to face him as he forcefully engaged my lips in a passionate kiss. His hands ran up and down my wet, matted hair, combing it out with his fingertips. Our bodies faced one another, both of our now stiff members rubbing against the other. A slight orgasm flowed through my body, filling it with not only the forceful and undeniable waves of pleasure but also the agonizing need for more. My hands gripped Bakura�s torso, moving slowly down onto his ass. I pulled him into me a bit more, feeling almost climatic in the moment.
Bakura withdrew himself from the warmth that was our kiss, smirking like a devil. He removed his hands from my hair, much to my disapproval and began moving them down once again to my waist. He began to trail almost airy kisses down my chest, rubbing his fingers sensuously around my nipples, making them hard. I let out a soft grunt, feeling Bakura rise up to my pecs and begin to suck the rigid nubs. In that very moment, I did not want but needed to have something happen.
Bakura must have sensed this through our link. He looked up at me with lust flashing in his eyes. I could tell he wanted to cum as much as I did. His arms moved down and grabbed my pelvis firmly while licking my chest, lapping up the water that sprayed him. Finally, he moved his dow down onto my hips, licking along the border of my pelvis and my genitals. I was lost in my own state of elation, only to be brought back to reality by the feeling of my hard penis being engorged by Bakura�s hot, steamy mouth. I yelped out in surprise, feeling Bakura move up and down my length, his tongue caressing every part of its extent. I felt myself reach a near breaking point, my hands grabbing Bakura�s hair. Finally, after what seemed to be forever, I would cum.
Bakura�s POV:
Dear Ra, what is taking my hikari so damn long? He takes forever just to release. No matter though. Making him cum is the best part. I can tell by the way that he is grabbing my hair, nearly hyperventilating in anticipation, that he�s almost there. Studying my memories from the past night, I knew where Ryou�s weak spot was. Licking said area with exquisite precision, I earned a small but audible grunt from Ryou. My light, my beauty. He did not have to worry. This wouldn�t take much longer. I took his entire penis into my mouth, pushing my tongue outwards to clean the areas around. Suddenly, I tasted something that was not right.
A metallic taste filled my mouth, staining my teeth with its horrid flavor. This felt familiar in a way, but yet it still did not feel right. I opened my eyes to reveal that my hands were painted a bright red. I let Ryou�s length drop out of my mouth in horror of what I had just done to him. I made him bleed. Again. Though unintentionally, I had still once again managed to hurt the one person I claimed to love. No longer was my body filled with pleasure but instead tarnished with guilt and pain. I sunk back into the corner of the shower, hoping it would all go away.
"Bakura, what�s wrong? Why did you stop?" Ryou asked, looking down at me with concern while panting from his near climax. Staring into the splendor that was his eyes, I didn�t know what to say. It was then that I saw Ryou wince in pain, his eyes giving his well-kept anguish away.
He reached out his hand towards me but then noticed the blood dripping from his manhood. Looking down, his face distorted with horror. No longer able to take the torture on my beautiful hikari�s face, I ran out of the shower, closing and locking both doors behind me before I entered my room. I sighed in defeat of myself as I closed the door. Leaning against its wooden frame, I couldn�t help but wonder how I could have done such a horrid act. Before, I was always able to justify my abusive ways by simply relying on the same excuses again and again. �I was high. I was drunk.� There was always some sort of underlying alibi for my actions.
However, there was no excuse for what I had done just now. I knew that by letting Ryou come in to have sex with me that I was taking the risk of hurting him. Yet, I didn�t hesitate for a moment before I took what I wanted. I suppose that�s the way it�s always been, even in Egypt. The entire philosophy of my life has been "Take what you want, when you want it and to hell with anyone else." Never have I experienced affection of any value that made me want to change. It�s different, though, when I�m with Ryou. He seems to make all of the pain melt away, with his tender kindness and beautiful smile� and I hurt him. I made him feel pain, over and over, simply to satisfy my own need for control. I remember the last night that I ever intentionally hurt him.

Feeling dizzy and weak from the mass amount of alcohol I had consumed earlier, I struggled to open the door of the apartment. I felt weak, disoriented and out of control. Thoughts sped rapidly through my head, clouding what was dream and what was truth. I was awakened from my thoughts to find myself on the floor, face down and drooling into an increasingly large puddle of saliva.
I begrudgingly pushed myself up, trying to regain my composure. Swaying on my feet, I grabbed for the couch, hearing click of a light- switch. It had then occurred to me that Ryou was still up, and from the looks of it, trying to pretend that he was asleep. He was trying to fool me, to lie to me! I would make sure that he would regret that. Finally feeling some sort of equilibrium in my head, I stalked towards Ryou�s room, angrily turning the knob to see Ryou, laying on the bed, his back turned to me. I quickly paced over, ripping the covers off of him.
Seeing him start "awake", I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him down onto the floor. I reached into the pocket in my jacket to find that I still had a knife in there from the last time I had needed to punish Ryou. Turning his head so that he could face me, I kicked him in his stomach sharply, repeating this action a few more times to see that he received the message. Finally, I held my knife close to his face, letting the broad side glide over his cheek. He winced at this, letting a small whimper escape his lips.
Cold steel struck against his fair skin as he groaned in fear. I hated when he did that. Damnit. He had belonged to me and therefore, I should decide when he makes a sound. I raised the knife to my mouth, licking the sticky element off the sides. Ryou�s cheek bled onto his blue shirt, staining it a dark maroon. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as the moon shone its inspiring light onto my beautiful hikari.
He was worse than pathetic to me. No longer could he even fight for his freedom, his will was shattered. Through the link, all I felt was hopelessness, not fear or pain but an agonizing need to be over. Looking down upon him still, I saw his tears had dried, leaving their marks upon his face. Ryou�s eyes were glazed, his soul dying inside. He had his knees to his chest, holding himself, and from what I heard in the link, praying that he would die tonight.
�Dear God, if You exist, please, end it for me. I can�t take it any longer. Bakura still hurts me and if You won�t answer my prayers to end that then please, answer my prayers to die tonight. It�s not worth it to live if the one person I love doesn�t love me back. Perhaps if it were different circumstances under which we had met� no, it would still be the same. I still love him and I want him to be happy and I can�t make him happy, chances being that I will die in misery trying. Please, though, let us both achieve what we want; give Bakura a better hikari who can stand up to his torture and give me peace. Amen.�
I took one look upon him and knew instantly who he was. Fourteen years old, a white- haired boy who lived in fear of the person he loved the most. He wasn�t Ryou; he was me at fourteen. I had turned him into the creature I hated the most, myself. Though frightened when he first met me, he still had the luminescent quality in him that gave him innocence, faith, and trust. I had stripped him of this light and replaced it with unrelenting darkness and confusion. I knew that this had to stop tonight; otherwise, I would lose the only person that made this life worth living.
Turning my back on Ryou, I threw the knife down, hearing no sounds of protest from my hikari. My legs slowly dragged my pathetic self out of the room, gently shutting the door behind me. My feet trudged to my room, my hands turning the knob and opening the door, closing it afterwards. My entire body screamed at me in pain, giving out after I saw the comfort of my bed. I laid face down on the soft mattress, gathering my arms underneath my face. For the first time in three millennia, I cried myself to sleep.

I didn�t want to be that person any longer. Four months later, I swore that I had changed into someone who would never hurt the one he loved. Clarity came to me after I had quit the drinking and drugs and with it, a comprehensive knowledge of my exact feelings towards Ryou. Assuming that I felt like torturing him simply because he was weak and needed to be stronger, I never considered loving him or at least letting myself know that I loved him.
I dragged myself off the floor, forcing myself to put on some clothes before I caught a cold or some other human sickness crap. Feeling that black was an appropriate color for the emotions coursing through my head, I put on a black tee and pleather pants. I sat upon the bed, my hands folded on top my legs, almost in a prayer like position. I suppose that it wouldn�t hurt to try one last time to pray to Ra. I began slowly and awkwardly.
�Dear Ra, I�m terribly sorry for what I�ve done to Ryou. I know that it is wrong and I know that I love him but even in love, I still hurt him. I don�t want Ryou to feel pain or depression as I have; I want him to be happy and enjoy what little he has in life. Please, grant my prayers, give Ryou what he truly wants and deserves. He may want me in the moment but he�ll be better off without my abuse. Please, though you have never listened to me before, please grant my prayers now. Please. Amen.�
I unlaced my hands, letting them rest upon my thighs as I leaned back and onto the bed. �How could Bakura, King of Thieves in Egypt, be reduced to such an idiot, who has no idea what he wants,� were the only words I could think of. Abruptly interrupting the broken record that had become my thoughts, I heard a timid knock at the door, the knob slowly turning open.
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I�m not sure if that chapter was all that good. Sorry again about how long I kept it on hold. Like I said, I�ll be better about updating in the future. Thanks again for reading. PLEASE REVIEW, I�D REALLY APPRECIATE IT! ^-^ Matta ne, beautiful readers of aff.net.
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