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Internal Scars	By : FireWeaver Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s Notes: Okie dokie�a
year and a half later I finally get my lazy butt off the ground to write and
guess what?!? I have a zillion angsty stories planned for you people!!! And all
based on Yu-Gi-Oh! Ok�please don�t groan or moan or chuck tomatoes at me
because I promise I�ll make them good ok? Is that a deal?! Gooooood�.
Well whadaya know? My fav
characters are Malik, Marik (Yami), Ryou and Bakura. Which means they are gonna
be the main characters in most of my stories, which also means they�re the ones
that are gonna go through hell!
The four guys: *groans, moans
and chucks tomatoes at her*
GAH!!!!!!!!! I thought I made
a deal for that not to happen!!! *crawls away on a laptop so they can�t kill my
desktop ><* Anyways, I�m gonna start writing now and I hope my
inspiration doesn�t quit on me!
Bakura: I hope it DOES quit�
-_-;;; Oh by the way, people
who like angst involving Ryou, go see Ryou-Bakura1�s stories. WOW she�s
good!!!! I�ve read literally all of hers and too lazy to review�oh I�m such a
bad reader�*hits self* But if you like my stories, then read hers! Ok? Ok!
On with the show!

Typical summary: Bakura has
hated the Pharaoh for many millennia as everyone knows, and everyone also knew
the reason for this was because the Pharaoh�s father slaughtered his village.
However, Ryou often wondered how could Bakura hold a grudge against Yami when
it was his father who did the horrible deed? That�s because there was more to
Bakura�s past than everyone thought. *Rape* Yaoi, and Violence. If I�m feeling
nice, I�ll add Fluff too.

~*~*~*~

Bakura stroked Ryou�s soft
white hair, watching the small sleeping form lying on their bed in the dimmed
room. The sun had just set and already the little hikari hallenllen asleep.
Leaving his side Bakura went to gather Ryou�s schoolbooks off the bed and set
them on the counter, �The dear just works himself a little too hard,�
Bakura thought to himself as he returned to Ryou and tucked him into the
blankets. His lighter half shifted, sighed, and then turned over, tightening the
blankets around him til they hugged his figure.
Smiling to himself Bakura
left the room and headed downstairs for a drink. It was far too early to turn
in just yet, but he wasn�t in the mood to torment anyone either; he just felt
like sitting down with a good drink and doing nothing. Except reflect. He began
to think over a past conversation he had with his sweet lover a few months
back.

�Bakura?� Ryou laid down as Bakura climbed in the bed
with him and gathered him into his arms.
�Yes Hikari-chan?�
�Can I ask you a question?� Ryou was looking nervously
down; Bakura wondered if he was twiddling his thumbs from under the blanket.
�Of course you can, why would you ask?� He replied,
trying to reassure the other it was alright.
�It�s just a little personal��
Bakura let loose a bark of laughter, �Personal?
Darling, you and I share our minds and soul, what could get more peal
al
between us?�
�Well�� Ryou curled up tightly in Bakura�s arms,
tucking his head under his darker side�s chin as if to make sure he won�t have
eye contact when he speaks, �I just want to know�more�about your past, that�s
all�I know why you hate Yami so much, because his father destroyed your
village,� he paused a bit when Bakura tensed, �But�why hate him? His father was
the one who killed everyone�not him.�
Just hearing the story told made Bakura seethe, but he
held it all back; Ryou meant no harm, �I have my reasons.�
Ryou began to whine, �Why must you hide this reason
from me though?�
Bakura rubbed his white haired lover affectionately on
the head, �Because you don�t need to know, it�s nothing important, really;
maybe I shouldn�t be mad at him at all.�
Pouting at the fact that Bakura avoided his question,
Ryou curled up against Bakura again and went to sleep, deciding not to push his
lover further on the issue just yet. He�ll tell when he�s ready.
Sighing with relief Bakura closed his eyes too, but
not before thinking, �Oh I have plenty of reasons to hate him.�

Ryou never brought the
subject up again and Bakura, true to his word, acted cooler around Ryou�s
friends. He didn�t gain all of their friendships, but at least he�s getting a
little more trust and respect, not just the cold shoulder and occasional insult
or promise to banish him into the dark again. Yami was suspicious at first like
usual, the bastard, but a little talk from Yugi and he simmered down. Of
course, Bakura pulled this huge stunt for Ryou just to keep him from worrying
further about the issue, but he could tell that Ryou was suspecting something
but has decided to keep quiet about it. To tell the truth, Bakura doesn�t mind
Ryou�s friends all that much anymore. Yugi actually speaks to him as if he were
a normal human being; Joey, being Yugi�s best friend, soon followed suit and
they actually had a few good laughs together about beating up people as they�ve
both been in fights. Tristan didn�t take it too well that Joey befriended the
former enemy but like Tea, they both just kept quiet. That�s just fine by him;
all that matters is that he doesn�t need to slink around anymore.
But that bastard, Yami.
Bakura often let loose many insults about him to Marik when they were alone.
Marik wasn�t a fool; he could easily tell that Bakura still strongly disliked
Yami, despite all his attempts to hide it. When Malik befriended Yugi and company,
Bakura had no one else to vent to; but if chance could have it, Bakura
accidentally dragged the Egyptian boy�s Yami out of the Shadow Realm when he
was in it one time. It seemed that the darkness has simmered Marik down a bit,
and he was actually gracious that that Bakura helped him out. It took a while
to convince Malik that his darker side wasn�t going to kill anyone anymore, but
in the end, he was allowed to stay. After more personal talks Malik realized
that it WAS loneliness after all that drove his other off his rocker.
Bakura now enjoys his
company, hell they could even be best friends. Marik hasn�t questioned Bakura
yet for the reason why he hates the Pharaoh but he does listen when the tomb
robber rambles insults about him; it helps make Bakura feel better and it helps
Marik with his vocabulary of insults.

It has been a good four and a
half months, and Bakura can still tolerate Yami�s ugly face; but he was worried
that Ryou would ask the question again. It was a good thing that Yami forgot the
majority of his past, and he hoped that he won�t remember it anytime soon. What
he did was unforgivable, and if Ryou hasn�t pleaded against him, he would have
killed that son of a bitch already. There has only been one good thing the
asshole�s ever done, and that was sealing him inside the ring. As a result, he
met dear, sweet little Ryou Bakura. Their first meetings were quite horrid, the
beatings Bakura gave, the insults he slung at the hikari and many other things.
However, when Ryou reached into the realm of darkness and pulled him back out
because he missed his darker self; Bakura realized how much he actually cared
for his other.
But that was all the good
Yami has ever done, and even that wasn�t exactly done by his own will either;
the scars on Bakura�s face may be gone now that he has a new body, but the
scars left inside of him are still there, fresh as if they have been cut
yesterday, and those scars will never close as long as Yami still exists.

Bakura woke up the next day
on the floor, �Shit,� he muttered, realizing he must have passed out on the
couch last night. The sun was midway up. Shielding his eyes he stood up and
staggered back up the stairs to the room he shared with Ryou. Bakura opened the
door quietly, seeing a fluff of white over the blankets and a little lump that
rose and fell steadily; his little angel was still asleep. Quietly Bakura went
into the bathroom to wash his face. As he stared at himself in the mirror, he
began to look at the differences this and the old body had. Gone was brown skin
and scars; instead there is the pale skin that Ryou also has, and because Ryou
never had scars on his face, nor does he. He looked much younger; he forgot how
old he was when he was sealed inside the ring but he knew he wasn�t 16 but at least
in his late teens, or maybe even early twenties. This new body was frail, much
weaker than his old body, which was tough and strong from his hard days of the
past; Bakura still knew how to use it, however, as he still was stronger than
Ryou, not that he ever used his strength against him again after Ryou saved him
from the dark.
As he stared into the mirror
longer, he could at set see himself again, the stone hard face staring back at
him. The tan skin, weathered by the sun; the cold, gleaming blue eyes and the 3
long scars that ran down the right side of his face, a long one crossed with
two shorter ones, inflicted upon him when�
Shaking his head violently
Bakura turned on the cold water at fuller aer and stuck his head into it,
tryio fro freeze the thoughts or at least wash them away. Such events were the
past and he wants to forget them. Why couldn�t he have forgotten his past like
Yami had and enjoy a peaceful life with Ryou; another reason to hate the
bastard, for being able to forget when he can�t.

The wild haired youth gave a
short gasp when a warm weight was pressed on his back as Ryou leaned over his
and wrapped his arms around his waist, clinging on dearly. Standing straight
Bakura turned off the faucet and turned to his lover, �Did I wake you?�
Ryou shook his head, �No the
sun did, but the fact that your side of the bed didn�t seem ruffled was what
really woke me up.�
Bakura stroked his hikari�s
face gently, �I�m sorry, I fell asleep on the couch last night.�
�You didn�t get drunk again
did you?�
�Not since you got rid of my
entire stash of beer,� Bakura pressed his forehead against Ryou�s, �Are you
saying I�m allowed to drink again?�
Ryou tried to give Bakura a
stern look, which only made the thief laugh, �No you�re not allowed to drink.�
�Damn,� Bakura messed Ryou�s
hair, �I thought I was going to get away with it this time.�
The smaller boy squeaked
slightly then nudged Bakura aside to get to the sink, �You shouldn�t think that
much at night either, it makes my sleep uneasy.� In between splashes of water
to his face Ryou added, �We do share a link after all.�
�It�s not my fault that you
sleep earlier than I do,� Bakura eyed Ryou�s bent over body, his round behind
pushed back and stood out, tempting him.
Before Ryou knew it, he gave
a loud squeal when Bakura grabbed his buttocks, causing him to snap straight.
Bakura was pressing on him in an instant, pressing kisses upon the nape of his
smaller lover�s neck while easily sliding one hand around to feel the bulge
between his pants.
Ryou�s cheeks grew hot and he
let out a small gasp, his legs beginning to betray him he clung onto the sink
for support, �Bakura�please��
�What darling?� Bakura teased
as he slid his hand from Ryou�s member to stroke his inner thigh.
Ryou writhed for Bakura�s
hand, �Don�t stop.�
That request was more than
enough to drive Bakura into frenzy. Slipping Ryou�s cotton night shirt off was
no problem, nor did the pants of boxers stand much of a chance. In less than a
minute Ryou was completely nude, on his knees, clinging to the sink for support
and begging for Bakura�s touch.
Bakura worked slowly, taking
in his lover�s exotic body, the way the skin flushed, the way his back arched,
the way his lips moved, he just loved every single detail of it. Letting his
hands leave Ryou�s hips he drifted them upward, running his fingers lightly
over his taut stomach, brushing lightly over his erect nipples and up to caress
his hot and flushed face.
�Bakura�please�� Ryou began
to beg again, �Don�t tease me like this.�
Grinning Bakura licked the
hikari�s neck then blew on it, �But I won�t have you til you�re lush and
ready.� Sliding his hands lazily back down Bakura expertly began to toy with
Ryou�s nipples, gently rubbing the nubs between his fingers and flicking them
ever to slightly that the other boy moaned and cried, arching his head back to
fit into the crook of Bakura�s neck. Turning his head slightly the tomb robber
kissed Ryou�s pink cheek, �I think you�re lush enough.� Reaching up above their
heads Bakura turned the cold water on, wetting his hand for a rough lubricant.
Quickly turning the faucet off Bakura reached down and slid one wet finger
inside Ryou�s tight core.
Ryou gasped, rising up on his
knees to get better accustomed to the feeling.
Bakura stroked Ryou�s tush
lightly to ease the muscles as he inserted another finger, pushing in a bit
deeper to stretch the opening. Finally a third was inserted, Bakura moved
slowly at first, helping Ryou get used to the friction, but soon he was
pounding his fingers into his opening at a dizzying speed. Ryou�s pleas to
continue and the feeling of the cold water against the hot friction was too
much for Bakura; he pushed deeper and brushed the soft tissue deep inside that
brought Ryou to ecstasy, crying out in pure bliss.
�Bakura�please�take me�please��
Ryou�s head was still rested back on Bakura�s shoulder and he was begging
through kisses to his other�s jaw, �please��
Bakura leaned down and
pressed his lips against the soft ones beckoning to him, letting his tongue
slip into Ryou�s willing, open mouth, stroking the boy�s tongue with his as he
withdrew his fingers. Still kissing Ryou Bakura struggled out of his pants and
undergarments; prodding for a bit as he wasn�t looking, Bakura found Ryou�s
tight opening and pushed in. His lighter half broke off the kiss to gasp loudly
and choke back a small sob as he arched again.
Bakura reached out and placed
one hand over Ryou�s erected length while he other hand supported his body,
�Hush, relax�� he eased himself slowly out of his hikari�s tight core then pushed
slowly back in, all the time stroking Ryou�s erection.
Ryou�s breathing became
labored as he pushed back against Bakura, letting the other enter him at a
quicker pace, �It�s ok�please�don�t stop�don�t wait��
Encouraged by Ryou�s small
bold act Bakura began to speed up his movements, bucking in and out of the
smaller boy while moving his fingers expertly around his member, stroking up
and down and occasionally brushing against the velvety sacs sitting at the
base.
Ryou�s head fell forward,
pressing his forehead against the cool sink for more support as his body
jostled from the poundings. He felt Bakura�s warm breath whisper into his ear,
�Come for me.� His world exploded, his vision going bright white as he spilled
into his yami�s hand. The constriction of his opening caught Bakura by surprise
and with a loud gasp he released into Ryou.
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