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A Dark Chance.	By : LaniReaper Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2439 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
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- 10
(Oh god, I�m �sorry-. My computer broke, and I�ve only
just been able to replace it.)

�Tonight. We�ll go tonight.�
Kaiba looked up at the people interrupting his lunch,
irritably. The CEO had just settled down, in the corner of the classroom, to
tuck into a light, shop-bought lunch; when Jou, Yuugi and Atemu had crowded
over to ask him about their plans. At first, he�d just glared, and refused to
talk. Then, as they pestered him more and more, he finally opened his mouth.
�It�s not like they�re going anywhere. We can go after
school; I�ll have some Kaiba-Corp employees waiting to help.�
Jou glanced up at the ceiling, and muttered something that
sounded like �Don�t you mean flunkies...�
Kaiba glared at him, but only briefly. Saying nothing more,
he turned his attention back to his lunch; leaving the three boys looking at
each other, nervously.
---
That night, Yuugi Motou was restless. The sun had been gone
from the horizon for, give or take, an hour, and nothing was happening. He�d
been left to pace his room in the Kaiba estate, glancing at the clock every two
minutes. Atemu was lying on the bed, on his stomach. Yuugi hadn�t touched his
homework, so Atemu had taken it upon himself to take a look at it himself.
Usually, he didn�t condone cheating; but as Yuugi had so-perfectly worded it,
months ago; �We�re technically the same person. So, it�s not really
cheating.�
�Yuugi, will you calm down?�

�No! What if something goes wrong? What if they can�t find them?�
Atemu sighed. As cute as his hikari was, he hadn�t stopped
worrying since lunchtime. Even when he wasn�t expressing it physically, the
yami could feel his hikari�s discomfort. Like a bad vibe, touching all of his
thoughts. It was unsettling, not to mention depressing.
�Little one, you�re exaggerating. What could go wrong?�

Yuugi shot him a worried glance. Crossing his arms over his stomach, he swayed
back and forth for a moment; �What if he�s too powerful for them? Kaiba�s men
don�t know how to deal with stuff like that! And what if he�s hurt Ryou? I don�t-...�
From where he lay on the bed, the Pharaoh felt himself
groan, inwardly. For the umpteenth time, Yuugi�s eyes were filling with tears.
Pushed by guilt, and duty, the yami rolled off the bed. Crossing the room to
where Yuugi stood, he looped his arms around the boy, firmly. Cradling the
smaller one against his chest, he hummed one, low note; trying to soothe him.
Silently, he sent as many warm and reassuring thoughts as he could think of.
It will be fine, little one. Kaiba would not have sent
people he did not think were up to the task. Bakura may be strong, but he�s
just a man.
Yuugi sniffled, once. Bringing his thin arms up, he looped
them around Atemu�s waist, and buried his face against the man�s chest.
�But... but if he�s got the Millennium Ring...�
He is still just a man, little one.
�But, Yami... Yami, what if he�s hurt Ryou? Ryou wouldn�t
fight back... he�d just let it happen...�
Atemu looked down at his hikari with an endearing
expression. Raising one hand, he stroked the boy�s hair, gently.
Aibou, listen to me. Ryou, and the Thief King are yami
and hikari. Just like we are. Do you think I would ever hurt you, little one?
Yuugi looked up at him. The tears had stopped, but his eyes
were reddish and puffy. Blinking at his yami, Yuugi just looked suspicious.
�... No... I guess you wouldn�t...�
Then, the Thief will not be inclined to hurt Ryou.
�I... guess you�re right...�
As if admitting defeat, the smaller duellist contented
himself to just cuddle against his yami�s chest. Despite how... unusual, his
relationship with his yami was becoming, he found he could still cuddle in his
arms, and be comforted. Regardless of everything else going on.

---
�Are you ready?�
Kaiba spoke in a low voice. He was crouched in the front
yard of an old, dilapidated house. Overgrown, thorny plants had torn his coat
to pieces, to the point where he�d ditched it before getting halfway in. Now,
Seto Kaiba knelt in a black leather vest, and dark pants, and felt
uncomfortably like Atemu.
Across the tiny, modern headset, he heard a slightly crackly
voice;
�We�re all in position, mister Kaiba, sir.�
Kaiba nodded, just a little. Raising his eyes, he studied
the house. The top bedroom�s light was on, but the rest of the house was in
darkness. K-C helicopters, and scouts, had verified that two boys with long,
white hair were living here. One was about Kaiba�s height, and the other was
smaller, although they hadn�t been able to get any more details. It had to be
the two boys. And so, Kaiba had generously offered to capture Bakura, and
rescue Ryou. The Thief King was too dangerous to just leave alone. Especially
with the Millennium Ring, which he was bound to have taken from Ryou.
The CEO raised his hand, pushing a little button on his
wrist. The mic came to life, and he kept his voice low;
�Remember; the one we�re here to catch is possibly
dangerous. He has no visible weapons, but he is extremely violent and
unpredictable. There�s also evidence he could be using some kind of...�

Kaiba paused. He didn�t want to say it, but he had to warn his men as best he
could.
�... Powers.�
He listened to the silence, for a moment, after he made his
declaration. Then, quietly, the crackly voice came back to him.
�Understood, Sir.�
---
�And that�s how we get here.�

Bakura was striding around the bedroom, arrogantly. Ryou was seated on the bed,
with his hands in his lap. He wasn�t sure how they�d got onto this topic.
Talking about his feelings didn�t seem a very Bakura-ish thing to do, but he
was managing, admirably. Most of the feelings were arrogance, annoyance, and
hate. That was probably why.
For the past hour or so, Bakura had ranted, at length, about
how he came to possess � correction, own � the Millennium Ring.
The Thief King stopped, in the middle of the room. Crossing
his hands over his chest, he half-glared at Ryou.
�And what about you? How did you end up with my
Millennium Ring?�

Ryou winced a little. He�d been dreading this, the moment
when he�d be asked to talk. Bakura had been in a foul mood all night, after a
trip outside to steal some dinner had been rudely interrupted. Ryou had stayed
at home, and then listened, patiently, as the Thief recounted how the streets
were �crawling with that Kaiba kid�s men�. Since then, all Bakura had
done was storm around the house, barely sitting still for a moment. Ryou�s
first effort to calm him down was met with a harsh smack across the face. He
could still feel his cheek burning. So, opting for a less physical method, he�d
asked Bakura about his past, as an infamous Thief King in Ancient Egypt. It seemed
to work.
�I... well... my father used to take a lot of trips to
Egypt. He used to own a museum, and he found it there...�

Ryou trailed off. Bakura gave him an impatient look. When he finally realised
the boy wasn�t going to say anything, he made a soft, angry noise, and resumed
his pacing.
�Not like all the work I had to do when I got it. You
didn�t deserve it, it all. Fucking waste of power.�

Ryou stayed quiet for a long moment, listening to his yami rant. Then,
suddenly, Bakura cut off mid-sentence. When Ryou looked up, the Thief was
standing very still. His eyes were open, but it didn�t look like he was really
seeing anything.
�Bakura...?�

�Shut up.�
He obeyed. Looking around, Ryou couldn�t see anything wrong.
But, as they stood there, quiet, he heard something.
Someone was moving around downstairs.
Whoever it was, they were good at not being heard. If Bakura
hadn�t gone so quiet, they wouldn�t�ve noticed it at all. As he watched, the
Thief King started to inch along the floor, towards the bed. Finally stopping
when he was close enough for Ryou to touch, the yami�s voice came out in an
accusing hiss.
�Did you tell someone where we were?�

Ryou looked up at him. He was mildly annoyed, that Bakura would think that
he would.
�No... I haven�t left the house since you brought me here,
how could I?�
Bakura gave him a swift glance. As if sensing his sincerity,
he turned his attention towards the door. Quickly, but quietly, he moved across
the room towards it. Leaning against the wall, to the side of it, he halfway
closed his eyes, and listened. As he listened, he began lifting the Millennium
Ring, and slipping it under his shirt. Bakura prefer to wear it on top, but it
was safer � and nearer to his skin � when it was underneath his clothes.
Ryou watched all of this from the bed with mild fear. He
didn�t think it was anything beyond a too-curious passerby. The idea that
someone would be coming to get them didn�t occur to him, at all. But the way
that Bakura was acting was making him nervous. Slowly, and as quietly as he
could, the small boy shuffled backwards up the bed. When his back hit the
headboard, he bent his legs, and clutched his knees against his chest. His eyes
were on Bakura, but he was listening. Then, as they listened, a faint voice
could be heard.
�Ground floor is clear, Sir.�

�Go check upstairs.�
Realisation came to Ryou in a cold rush. The second voice
was unmistakeably Seto Kaiba. From the bed, he barely thought of the idea of
warning Bakura, when he found the other man looking at him, as if something had
caught his attention. They spoke in harsh, loud whispers.
�Who the fuck?�

�Kaiba. One of Yuugi�s friends.�
Bakura made an angry, rude noise. The Thief�s skin was
tingling with anticipation, but he didn�t favour his chances. As they waited,
they could hear footsteps coming up the creaky, old stairs. Bakura counted
one... two... three pairs of footfalls. They stopped outside the door, and the
Thief leant closer, but couldn�t hear any talking. For a few, precious moments,
everything was silent.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open. Through the wide
doorway, two men in black body armour came through. In their hands, they were
both holding identical black automatics. They looked vaguely military, but
Bakura didn�t know enough about weapons to guess the model. As the men entered
the room, one of them fixed his gaze � and his aim � on Ryou on the bed. The
other was doing a wide sweep of the room. Just before he could finish his
sweep, Bakura stepped into action.
One muscular arm rose, and he hit the man�s hand from
underneath. His careful aim was thrown off, the gun now pointing to the
ceiling. Before he could react, Bakura�s other hand came around in a fist that
buried into the man�s stomach. The flunky doubled over, with a grunt of pain,
and the gun fell harmlessly to the floor.
Amateurs.
Wasting no time, Bakura�s leg shot out, and kicked the
firearm away. It slid across the room, under the bed. By now, the man that had
previously been covering Ryou had turned his attention to the other
white-haired boy. The gunshot rang out, unexpectedly loud, and Bakura felt a
searing, sharp pain in his upper arm. Ignoring it, for now, he reached the
gunman before he could let off another shot. Ignoring the idea of disarming him,
Bakura�s fist came around and landed a heavy, meaty blow to the side of the
man�s head.
It worked. The man�s hands wavered a bit, and the second
shot didn�t ring out. Bakura took the opportunity, and landed another, harder
blow. The man slumped to the side, and the gun fell from his hands. Satisfied
that he�d disarmed his second opponent, Bakura turned to face the first man. He
seemed to have regained his wits, and he put up a fighting stance. Before the
two could start to duke it out, Ryou�s voice rang out in almost a scream.
��Kura! �KURA, LOOK OUT!�
Blinking, the boy looked to the side just a second too late.
A long, thick length of wire was thrown into the room, from the doorway. The cord
hit Bakura across the chest, and the force of it made him stagger. Before he
could react, the thick, whip-like wire wrapped around his upper torso with its
own momentum. As it wrapped around him, it pinned Bakura�s arms to his sides,
and as he glanced down, he realised that thick, heavy black weights were
attached to each end of the wire. As it went still, the weights hit the floor
with a bang.
Momentarily confused, Bakura immediately began to struggle,
and was met with an unfortunate surprise. The wire wouldn�t shift. The thick,
seamless cord was locked in place, and where the weights held it down, he
couldn�t get out of it.
�Fuck. Fuck!� Bakura�s voice came out in a long
string of curses, as he struggled. No matter how hard he pulled, his arms
wouldn�t free themselves, and he raised angry eyes to the doorway.
Kaiba walked into the room, and his posture was completely
calm. One hand was in his pocket, and the other was holding a gun, identical to
the ones the two goons had been using. As Bakura watched, the CEO raised it,
and pointed it directly at the Thief�s face.
�Don�t struggle, and I won�t shoot you.�
Bakura�s voice came out in an angry hiss, but he went still.
One of the men had crossed to where his partner was lying, unconscious. By
turning his head to the side, he could see Ryou, still on the bed. The boy
looked shocked, and scared. And, although it was impossible to read on his
face, Bakura could feel a certain vibe of disbelief. Disbelief that Bakura,
Thief King Bakura, had got caught so easily. He felt a wave of self-disgust,
then turned his attention back to Kaiba, who was talking.
�I�ve had men watching this house all day. You�ve been
careless.�
Bakura growled in response. Kaiba turned his attention to
Ryou, on the bed.
�I�ve got two cars outside to transport us all back to the
house. Come on.�

Kaiba turned his back to the room. The two goons � both of them now conscious �
moved towards Bakura, warily. He looked about ready to commit brutal, bloody
murder. The wire crippled him, though, and they had no trouble in manoeuvring
him out of the doorway. Ryou�s body was shaking as he got off the bed. His
hands were the worst; he couldn�t keep them still. As they all went back
downstairs, he kept his eyes locked to the back of Bakura�s head, and he felt a
dim disappointment.
�Kura... I�ll fix this, somehow. Promise.
---
�... So then, Jounouchi ran into Kaiba in the street, and we
had to tell him everything. But, he was really helpful! Not like you�d expect!
He got me and Yami out of the room, and then sent people to find you. He�s even
letting us stay here while this is all working out.�

Yuugi and Ryou were seated, cross-legged, opposite each other, on the big bed
in Yuugi and Atemu�s room. When Ryou had arrived at the Kaiba mansion, Yuugi
had immediately dragged him away, in a big flurry of excitement and relief.
Banishing Atemu from the room, with the excuse that he wanted some time alone
with Ryou, the two boys had been left alone for just short of half an hour.
After asking Ryou a hundred times if Bakura had hurt him, Yuugi had launched
into a breathless recount of exactly how they�d found and rescued him.
Ryou listened to it all with a quiet smile, and the
occasional word of encouragement. Yuugi�s relief that he was safe was touching,
but Ryou�s mind was elsewhere.
Gradually, Yuugi lapsed into silence, just gazing at his
friend. Slowly, his excited expression faded to a frown, and he spoke more
gently.
�... Ryou, are you sure you�re okay?�
�Huh?� The white-haired boy turned to look at him. Ryou had
been gazing dreamily out of the window, on the wall behind Yuugi.
�You seem really distracted. What�re you thinking about?�
His face was all innocent curiosity. Moving his arms behind him, he leant back
on his hands, and studied his friend�s face. Ryou looked worried, and mildly
embarrassed.
�Mm, well...� The boy let out a soft sigh, and looked away.
Keeping his eyes on the far window, he spoke quietly, �... I was wondering
about Bakura. Where is he now?�

Yuugi blinked at him. �Why don�t you just ask him?�
�What?�
The smaller boy turned his head to the side. �Mind-to-mind,
I mean. S�what I�d do, if it was Yami.�
Ryou gave him a strange, blank look, but decided not to
pursue it. Instead, he shook his head, and spoke as naturally as he could.
�He won�t tell me... is he in this house?�
Yuugi shrugged a little, and slumped a bit, �Think so. Kaiba
said something about the basement, and a cell. Not sure if-...� He paused. As
Ryou watched, Yuugi�s eyes unfocused slightly, before he seemed to notice, and
come back to himself. �Yami says he�s definitely in the basement. Kaiba�s
keeping him in a cell down there, and he�s taken the Millennium Ring away from
him.�
�... Okay. Thanks, Yuugi.�
The small duellist smiled at him, sweetly, and nodded.
�Sure. Dunno why you�d want to know, though. Don�t worry!
We�re gonna keep him away from you.�
�Mm, right.�
---
There was a small, digital clock on a table, next to the bed
that Ryou had been given. He�d been glancing at it almost every half-hour while
he tossed and turned. Ryou had been put into a room on the other side of the
house, amid a flurry of apologies from Yuugi. The wing that Kaiba, Mokuba,
Jounouchi, Atemu and Yuugi were sleeping in was full, so Ryou had to be put in
the second bunk of bedrooms. This meant he not only had that wing�s master
bedroom, but he had a sense of total isolation.
The clock was reading 4:23am, and he was almost certain that
Yuugi and co were asleep. Truthfully, he was so far away that it didn�t make
much difference if they were or not. Ryou had been lying in bed for hours and
hours, and he wasn�t at all sleepy. The bed was beautifully comfortable. Mokuba
had loaned him one of Kaiba�s huge, button-down business shirts to wear. The
CEO wasn�t too happy, but he couldn�t deny his little brother the loan.
Ryou�s mind was on Bakura. Yuugi had told him that the Thief
was in the house, but other than that, no-one wanted to talk about him. He�d
tried to ask Kaiba more about where Bakura was being held, but the CEO had all
but ignored him.
Rolling onto his side, for the millionth time that night,
Ryou found himself staring out of the window. The sky was overcast, and he
could barely see any stars; the Kaiba mansion�s grounds were pitch-black.
Somehow, all the blackness and darkness brought Bakura�s face to his mind, and
Ryou let out a soft sigh. Pushing himself to a sitting position, he stared
blankly at the opposite walls.
�Why don�t you just ask him? Mind-to-mind, I mean.�
Ryou wrinkled his nose, screwing his face into a pout. At
this point, anything would seem better than nothing. He didn�t know how to
start, but he could try. Closing his eyes, he thought, very hard;
�Bakura? �Kura, where are you?�

---

This fucking sucked.
Bakura shuffled his feet, glaring at empty space. A small
portion of the Kaiba mansion�s basement had been sectioned off with partitions
of metal bars. A makeshift prison cell. Bakura himself was tied up.
Yes, the great Thief King Bakura was tied up. His hands had
both been handcuffed behind his back, and then wired back to the wall with some
of the same wire stuff that he�d been caught with. His feet weren�t tied
together, thank god, but they were both loosely wired down. He couldn�t decide
why they�d tie him up so firmly if he was in a cell. Who cared.
The Millennium Ring was reflecting the light off the one,
single window in this place. They�d left it on the floor, a short distance from
the door of the cell.
Very fucking funny. Little cocksuckers put it right
there. Where I can�t get it. Well, fuck you, then. All of you.
�Bakura? �Kura, where are you?�
...
Bakura raised his head. He looked around what he could see
of his prison, but he couldn�t see anyone. Narrowing his eyes, the Thief didn�t
let his attention waver. He could�ve sworn he heard Ryou�s voice. Or... no. The
Thief King blinked. It wasn�t like he heard him, so much as felt
him. Shaking his head a bit, he muttering to himself, in a low voice;
�Stuck here, in the dark, by my fucking lonesome, and I
start thinking about that little pussy.�
Staring into the dark, he felt a flicker of recognition, and
the thought came back, immediately.
�Thinking about me...?�
Bakura�s attention snapped to a point, again. Once could
have been mind-tricks, but twice was something. Still staring around,
suspiciously, Bakura spoke out loud;
�... Ryou?�
�Bakura?�
Shit. Looking around wildly now, his voice came out in an
angry, confused stream; �Ryou, what the fuck. Where are you? What�s going on?�
�I�m in Kaiba�s mansion. It�s... something Yuugi told me
about. About communicating mind-to-mind. Where are you?�
He gave a soft, derisive snort. �In Kaiba�s basement, I
think. Little weasel tied me up.� A pause, and he finished with �... The hell
do you care?�
For a few moments, he got no reply, and Bakura began to
think he�d thought it all up. Suddenly, across the room, he heard the
not-so-quiet bang of a heavy door shutting. There was the faint sound of
footsteps, then the gasp of hurried breaths. Ryou came into view from the right
side of the cage, and Bakura half-glared at him.
Ryou was still dressed in the overlarge shirt. He was
wearing underwear underneath, although you couldn�t see it. Panting from
running, Ryou looked over his yami�s body with wide, chocolate-coloured eyes.
It was Ryou that spoke first, as soon as his breath was calm enough to permit
it;
�I came... as soon... as... I knew... what door... to
use...� Bringing one pale hand up, he clutched at his chest for a moment, and
forced his breathing to slow. For a moment, the two just stared, then Ryou
bowed his head.
�I-... �Kura, I�m so sorry!�
The boy in the cell blinked. This wasn�t what he had
expected. His glare faded a bit, and anger changed to suspicion.
�I didn�t... when Kaiba came through the door, I didn�t know
what to do. I should�ve said something, or stopped them, or given you time to
escape.� As he spoke, Ryou took steps towards the door of the cell. It was
hastily put-together, and didn�t even have a real lock; just a bar put across
the front of it. You could even open it from the inside, if you were strong
enough, and your arms were flexible enough. Ryou got the door open in no time,
and pushed it closed behind him. Crossing the small cell, he stopped just short
of Bakura. His eyes were on his yami�s chest.
�... But, it�s okay. I can help you escape now. Everyone�s
asleep, and I won�t tell them I did it. You can get away, with the Ring, and
they won�t be able to stop you.�
Bakura looked at his hikari with an amused expression. The
idea of cute, innocent, shy Ryou creeping out of bed to come untie his yami was
somehow amusing. And now, having come so far, the little white-haired boy was
getting shy. Shaking his head a bit, Bakura frowned and overrode his hikari,
mid-sentence.
�And what do you want from me for this?�
�Huh?� Ryou looked up at his yami with pure, unhidden
surprise. His eyes were wide and innocent for a moment. Then, slowly, he
started to smile. Stepping forward, he went to his knees, and started fidgeting
with the wire pinning Bakura�s feet. �... If you stay here, I dunno what
they�ll do to you. And I...� He got the left foot free. He moved across, to
start work on the right, �...I don�t know what I�d do, if you went away again,
for good.�
Bakura was shocked. When he spoke, his voice was strong with
anger, and he half-yelled at the boy untying his feet. �The hell do you mean,
you don�t know what you�d do? They fucking rescued you from me, stop
being such a drama queen.�
Ryou got Bakura�s right foot free. Still smiling, but not
happily, he rose to his feet, and looked Bakura in the face.
�I love you, yami-Bakura.�
Bakura looked, for a moment, like someone had hit him
between the eyes with a brick. Being a bloodthirsty, sadistic Thief didn�t mean
you heard those words too often. Before he could recover, Ryou was at his side;
fussing with the wire holding him back to the wall. The smaller boy let out a
soft grunt of effort, then Bakura felt something loosen.
Stepping away from the wall, he stretched his arms a little.
The handcuffs were still around one of his wrists, dangling helplessly.
Grabbing the metal, he gave it a small, helpless tug. It didn�t budge. With a
grunt of annoyance, he looked back to Ryou.
The boy was standing just in front of him, with his hands
clasped in front of himself. He was looking at the ground.� Bakura�s brow
furrowed, and he just stared at his hikari for a moment.
�What did you just say?�
Ryou gave a small smile, as if he couldn�t help himself.
�I said, I love you.�
Bakura made a strange face. Part-shock, part-anger. Every
emotion Bakura felt seemed to synthesise anger eventually.
�Are you out of your fucking mind?!�
The smaller boy looked away to the side, flinching a bit at
being yelled at. For a moment, he just stood still, then turned away and
started to walk away, towards where the Millennium Ring was sitting on the
floor; talking all the while.
�Probably. But, that�s just how things are. I can�t change
it or do anything about it. I know you can�t stand me.� He bent down to grab
the Ring, and Bakura was treated to a semi-perfect view of Ryou�s rear. Holding
the Ring, the small boy started to turn back towards his yami. �But I�m gonna
do everything I can t-...�
Bakura was standing right next to him.
�I don�t know what you think you know about me, or about
you, but it�s not true.�
Bakura�s hand rose, cupping and gripping Ryou�s chin. The
boy stiffened a bit, but hardly moved.
�I�m a thief, a liar. A murderer.� There was an odd gleam in
Bakura�s eyes that made him look slightly manic, even though his expression was
normal. �And you�re a confused little boy, who hasn�t realised who he�s dealing
with.�
One of Ryou�s slim hands jerked up, grabbing Bakura by the
wrist. His normally-gentle eyes were gleaming with a fierce kind of
determination.
�You�re wrong. That�s not who I am at all.� His fingers
tightened on Bakura�s wrist, but he didn�t try and move the man�s hand, �I know
you, Kura. I�m hikari to your yami. I�-...�
�Shut up.�
Bakura�s hand jerked back, but Ryou still had hold. The
boy�s body was jerked forward, and he almost fell, but instead ended up
smacking into Bakura. The Millennium Ring fell out of his spare hand,
clattering noisily to the floor, as the two of them just stared at each other,
from just an inch away. Neither of them noticed the soft creak of the door
opening.
�Ah, sorry... I... dropped it...� Ryou glanced to the side,
halfway at the Millennium Ring. He could feel a heavy warmth starting,
somewhere in his stomach. It felt oddly like embarrassment, but not exactly.
Straightening up, he looked straight ahead, but still found himself closer to
Bakura than was comfortable. �I�ll just... go and, um....�
Before he could move back to grab the Ring, an arm looped
around his waist. Ryou found himself, once again, much too close to Bakura than
was generally comfortable. But, this time, his yami was looking at him.
Bakura�s eyes were on his, and they were burning with a
restrained intensity. Before Ryou could open his mouth to ask, the Thief had
closed the distance, and they were kissing. A hot, firm, demanding kiss that
Ryou just hadn�t been ready for. He didn�t know what to do with his hands, or
his mouth. Bakura�s lips were hot on his, and the man had both arms wrapped
tight around him. It was overwhelming. Memories flooded back in an
uncomfortable rush that left him panting; Bakura doing him by hand in the
shower, Bakura biting his chest. It seemed weird that through it all, they�d
never kissed.
Kissing doesn�t seem Kura�s style, anyway...
�I can hear you.�
The kiss broke, as the two boys stared at each other. Then,
quietly, someone cleared their throat. Both of them looked straight for the
sound, and Ryou felt a throb of apprehension.
�Um... sorry to... Yami said I should come check on Bakura,
since I couldn�t sleep, but-...� Yuugi was blushing, and fidgeting, and just
didn�t know where to look. Since he�d entered the room, neither of the boys had
noticed him, �B-but I guess you already did...�
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