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String of Fate	By : MiyAsuka Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: String of Fate

Author: MiyAsuka

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Kazuki Takahashi does.

Pairing: Bakura/Ryou

Rating: R

Warning: Yaoi (duh!) and a lime in this chapter.

Summary: The Ring's gone, and even though Bakura is still there, things can't
go back the way they were.

Notes: I hope this chapter will make up for the lack of Bakura in the previous
chapter. Enjoy~
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Chapter
6: Insufficient
"You're leaving already?" Kokoro asked
when she saw Ryou walking down the stairs.
"Yes," Ryou replied.
Yuugi's mother looked a bit disappointed. "Are
you sure you don't want to stay a bit longer?"
Ryou shook his head. "I already made plan with
someone who could get really impatient."
"I see," Kokoro said, a knowing smile on
her lips. "A girlfriend perhaps?" Ryou's face immediately turned
several shades of red. He lowered his head, unable to come up with any
intelligible reply.
"I-I'll be going now," he blurted out as
he made straight for the door. Kokoro waved as she watched him go.
"Feel free to come back anytime."
And Ryou was out.
It felt a bit chilly outside, at least the wind felt
like it on Ryou's hot cheeks. In a way, Yuugi's mother had seen right through
him (since she couldn't possibly guess that Ryou's 'girlfriend' was a
ghost/spirit). Ryou shook his head and laughed a bit nervously. He was relieved
that Bakura couldn't know what was in his head anymore. He would never hear the
end of it. Teasing Ryou was one of Bakura's favorite pastimes, unfortunately.
Ryou walked fast, knowing that Bakura was waiting for
him at home. Of course, things were going to be kind of awkward at first. Ryou
would have to tell him about the messing up that the spirit of the Puzzle had
done with his head. Bakura was bound to get angry. But then, Bakura had
promised he would explain the event that happened during those dark previous
months. Ryou had the feeling that whatever it was, he would forgive Bakura in a
heartbeat.
I'm the silly girlfriend, Ryou mused, his
face turning pink again.
Ryou wondered if he should tell Bakura about his
visit at Yuugi's. He hadn't exactly planned on letting Yuugi know about just
how close he was to Bakura. And he still wasn't sure he could totally forgive
Yuugi. Because, even if Yuugi had been obvious to his other self's dealings and
to Ryou's feelings regarding his own spirit, he still had never asked. But Ryou
hadn't said anything either. He didn't trust Yuugi at that time. He didn't
trust any of Yuugi's friends either.
Since he had Bakura, he isolated himself from
others. Not a good thing, he knew. 'You should make some friends,' his father
told him all the time when they talked on the phone. Making friends wasn't
really the issue. Staying in contact with people, now that was something he
always failed to do at some point. People drifted away and Ryou didn't mind, as
long as he still had Bakura.
To me, it's more than enough.
&&&
Bakura groaned. Ryou still wasn't home and was
gradually growing more and more bored to the point he'd consider going off to
look for him, even if he didn't have any clue where his former host went to. Letting
Ryou venture unsupervised was a bad idea. With his luck and legendary
clumsiness, who knew what trouble the teen could have gotten himself into?
In an attempt to calm himself, Bakura switched his
attention back to the TV set, before he was reminded it was what had been
annoying him in the first place. Ryou had left it on to entertain Bakura a bit.
It worked for a while; stupid Japanese people taking part in TV show games
where losers were covered in mud never failed to make the spirit point and
laugh. The soap drama that was currently airing, however, was different story.
How could people enjoy this kind of stuff? It was plainly boring and
aggravating.
"He better get home now," Bakura growled
to himself. "Or else�c"
As on cue, the spirit heard the door open. He was in
the entrance in an instant.
"What took you so long?" he asked,
scowling.
"You're in a pissy mood," Ryou said
matter-of-factly as he removed his shoes. "What happened? Did your
favorite show got canceled or something?"
"No. You've been outside all day while I'm
stuck there, forced to watch stupid dramas."
"I haven't been outside all day. Just two hours
at most. And if you don't like dramas, you could always change the channel."
"I can't�c"
"Oh�c" Ryou remembered that fact.
"True."
Bakura frowned. "That's all you've got to
say?"
Ryou just smiled and shrugged. "I'm here
now." He walked to the living room and turned off the TV.
"True. And you said you'd make up for leaving
so long."
"Really?" Ryou asked innocently, his brown
eyes blinked in fake confusion. His cheeks, however, were slightly flushed. Of
course, he remembered about that. The very embarrassing thing Bakura wanted him
to do. Alone. "I don't know what you're referring to."
"You know it very well," Bakura whispered
close to Ryou's ear, making the teen shiver. "I hope you're not trying to
chicken out your way out of this, hm?"
"No, of course not," Ryou replied, shaking
his head and blushing a bit more. "It's just�c I don't understand why you'd
want to do this."
"I told you. Even though I can't touch you, I
can still watch you." And Bakura really wanted to watch Ryou. Because to
him, there was nothing more beautiful, more mesmerizing than his former host.
All his expressions were a masterpiece no artist could ever reproduce. Bakura
loved to provoke them all. Sadness, anger, joy�c all of them were gorgeous in
their own way. And Ryou's face caught up in rapture was probably the loveliest
of them.
The white haired teen lowered his head. "It's
very embarrassing�c"
"Nothing I haven't seen before."
"But you never made me do it�c"
Bakura smirked. "You won't make me believe you
never ever masturbated."
"You don't have to said that word," Ryou
whimpered, hiding his hot checks with his hands. "And I've never done it
in front of you."
"You don't want to?" Bakura asked, doing
his best to sound very disappointed and upset by this prospect. Hopefully, that
would be enough to coax Ryou's selfless side. His former host didn't speak for
a while, pondering the idea. In the end, he nodded slowly, without daring to
look at Bakura. The spirit felt satisfied. So much he didn't notice the sudden
blank look in Ryou's eyes.
&&&
Ryou lay on the bed, his body tense. Slowly, closing
his eyes, he began unbuttoning his shirt. So far, it wasn't that embarrassing.
It wasn't the first time he undressed in front of Bakura, both in this kind of
situation or simply to get changed.
"You're beautiful," Bakura whispered. Ryou
blushed at the compliment. He left his shirt open, not trying to remove it.
What Bakura was asking out of him was so embarrassing he'd rather not do it
completely naked.
Ryou tentatively caressed his chest, hissing
slightly when his fingers against already hard nipples. His eyelids opened
slightly to take a look at Bakura. The way the spirit was gazing at him was so
intense Ryou had to look away. "It's embarrassing�c"
"Keep going. You're doing pretty well."
Bakura's eyes were following Ryou's every movements. The teen's hands ventured
lower and the sound of a zipper could be heard.
"Don't stop talking," Ryou begged. Since
he was too embarrassed to look at Bakura, the spirit's voice was the only
contact he had with him. "Please�c"
Bakura complied, whispering soft words of
encouragement. Ryou bit his lip to stifle a moan as his head rolling back into
his pillows. He concentrated on Bakura's voice. The way the spirit spoke to him
gradually changed, filthy things Bakura knew turned Ryou on. Sweat was
gathering on Ryou's temples. Cute mewls of pleasure escaped the teen's throat.
Bakura smirked. "So naughty�c"
"Bakura�c" Ryou moaned. He opened his eyes,
looking straight as Bakura, his gaze pleading. Then, it hit the spirit.
Ryou was suffering.
"I want you to touch me�c" A beg. A voice
that sounded like its owner's voice's heart had just broken. Pain and pleasure
were plain to see on Ryou's face. And yet�c
"So insanely beautiful�c" Bakura murmured,
like hypnotized by the sight of his former host's despair.
"Touch me�c Touch me, Bakura!" Tears fell
from Ryou's cheeks. Bakura wished he could comply. He looked away, unable to
watch more. He almost wanted to tell Ryou to stop, but it would be futile. The
teen was too far gone.
Suddenly, Ryou let out a scream. His back arched
from the bed. The pale body stayed in that position for a short moment before
crashing back on the bed, shaken by sobs. "Bakura�c Bakura�c"
"I'm here," the spirit said, though he
doubted Ryou was listening. There was nothing he could do. He had to wait for
Ryou to calm down, which could take some time. His former host was an emotional
mess that even Bakura, a master at parasiting minds, had had a hard time keeping
together. Maybe he shouldn't have asked Ryou to do this. Was it worth it?
Bakura wasn't sure.
&&&
Ryou stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped up in a
fluffy bathrobe.
"Feeling better?" Bakura asked. He hadn't spoken
to Ryou in the last hour, giving the teen some time to pull himself back
together. The spirit had been around him the whole time, probably without Ryou
noticing.
"Much better," Ryou replied with a smile
sincere enough for Bakura not to doubt it. "Sorry about earlier�c"
The spirit shook his head. "Let's not talk
about it anymore."
"Okay." That seemed to relieve Ryou. The
teen sat down comfortably on the couch. "By the way�c I think we have some
talking to go."
"True," Bakura said. "I want to know
all the things that happened when I wasn't around."
"And after, will you tell me about what
happened to you?" Ryou asked, hopeful.
"I said I would." And Ryou deserved some
explanation. After all, it was his body Bakura had been using (and abusing to a
certain extent).
The white haired nodded. "Deal." He then began
telling Bakura about the time he was at Yuugi's, a month or so ago. How he had
faced the other Yuugi and how the spirit of Puzzle had tricked his mind into
forgetting all about Bakura. How cold, foreign and painful it had felt. How
Ryou couldn't remember what was missing in his life. The massive hole in his
chest.
As Ryou had expected, Bakura was angry. "That
fucking Pharaoh�c" But the spirit's face suddenly softened. "I'm proud
of you, you know."
Ryou blinked, truly surprised by Bakura's mood
change. "Why?"
"You went to the midget's place and demanded
the Ring back. I have to admit it's not something I would have expected you to
do."
"I need you more than anything in my
life," Ryou said, blushing and lowering in head in embarrassment right
after this little admission.
Bakura smirked. "My devoted little host�c"
"You haven't been calling me your host ever
since�c"
"I got expelled from the Ring? That's because
I'm not using your body anymore."
"Still�c" Ryou looked at Bakura. "I
like it when you call me that."
Bakura raised an eyebrow. "More than being
called by your first name?" Ryou nodded. "Then, I'll keep calling you
that, Yadonushi."
And Ryou smiled, truly happy.
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