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In The Dark of the Night (revised)	By : Silvershadowfire Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-In The Dark of the Night (revised)
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In the Dark of the Night (revised edition)

Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim any
right to the characters used in this fanfiction; the
story is my own.

The moon shone bright and full down on the
suburbs of Domino, illuminating the midnight houses. Nothing moved save the
occasional cat and other nocturnal creature, hunting through the shadows. The
air was warm, gentle zephyrs kissing leaves as they passed.

In one house, outwardly little different
than its neighbours, a warm breeze brushed aside the curtains, shining
moonlight down on two nude figures writhing in delight on a vast bed.
Sweat-darkened silver-white hair mingled with pale blonde.

Bakura groaned as he rubbed his hips into
Malik�s, sweat-slicked erections touching, sending shoots of fire into his
body. His tongue licked out, tasting sweat and metal as he ran along the
outside shell of Malik�s ear before delving into the core, extracting a moan
from his lover.

�Oh, Ra!� Malik grabbed him, running short nails along Bakura�s
pale skin, those very talented tanned hands teasing the nerves along his back
until they reached the taut flesh of his ass, pulling tight and kneading.
Bakura squirmed in delight as the action pulled them closer together. He
grabbed Malik�s excitement and stroked hard until the Egyptian�s erection was
painfully hard and throbbing, precum leaking from the
tip. Leaning down, he licked at the salty liquid, delicately, making Malik
thrust upwards.
�Gods, Bakura, do it�� Malik screamed as
Bakura took him into his mouth, running his tongue up and down his manhood
until he was certain Malik was ready to come. Then he stopped, a grin gracing
his features at the sounds of hunger and disappointment his lover made. He
dodged Malik�s grab for his head and rose on his knees, positioning himself
over his lover�s gleaming cock before bringing himself down. The pain was
exquisite; he savoured it as Malik thrust up into him, hitting that special
spot, making him see white.

�Yes�� he moaned, moving faster, riding his
lover. He looked down and saw Malik�s eyes tightly closed, hands fisted in the
sheets, face twisted in a rictus of delight. �Open
your eyes, lover.� Bakura murmured, tracing one hand over that narrow mouth,
the bruised lips opening to take a finger, licking and nibbling at it. Bakura�s other hand went to his own manhood, groaning as he
stroked in time to Malik�s desperate thrusts. Lavender eyes opened, wide and
vulnerable. The white-haired spirit savoured the look of need in their depths
as he brought himself down again on Malik�s hardness. The Egyptian teen grabbed
Bakura�s hips, thrusting himself
to the hilt, tears streaming down his cheeks as he came. Bakura screamed,
closing his eyes and clenching tight as his seed spilled over them.

They lay there for a long moment, savoring the afterglow, before Bakura freed Malik and lay
down beside him in the sweat-soaked blankets, pulling the younger man into a
tight embrace. The moon had passed from the window before Malik spoke, his
voice quiet in the shadowed room.

�Bakura, I have to leave.�

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Yami shivered in the hollow warmth of his
bed, silent tears falling down his cheeks. He buried his head in the soft
pillows, choking back the sobs that threatened to erupt from his throat. He
didn�t want to wake Yugi with the noise, despite his need to wail his
heartbreak to the sky.

�just
go away, Yami. I don�t need you anymore.

Words. Just words, but they ate through his soul like acid.

�I
never loved you. It was all a mistake.

He bit down on the soft cotton pillowcase,
feeling his teeth grate together.

�I
never want to see you again, Yami. I�ve found someone I really love.

The door opened almost silently. Yami
ignored it, hoping whoever was there would just go away. But footsteps crossed
the carpet and a gentle hand rubbed his shoulder.

�Yami?� Yugi�s voice was curious, his touch tender. �What are you doing
home?�

�Oh Gods.� Yami murmured into the pillows. He didn�t want to burden his aibou
with his own problems. �N..nothing,
Yugi. Nothing.�

�Liar.� Yugi climbed onto the bed. �I can feel it through the link, mou hitori no boku.
What happened? I know you�re crying.�

Yami�s teeth clenched, but his strength was
a fragile thing, splintered and weak. He
couldn�t hold it in anymore. �He left me!�

�Seto?�

�YES!� Yami wailed, pain and anger and
black despair in his voice. �He left me!� He flet
himself gathered into warm and compassionate arms as the spirit broke down,
keening into Yugi�s shoulder as the teenager rocked him like a child. He cried
until his nose was swollen and his eyes would tear no more. The emotions still
burned in his shattered heart; a heart destroyed by the coldness of Seto�s
sudden rejection.

�I�m so sorry, Yami.� Yugi hugged him
tight. �Can you tell me what happened? It will make you feel better to talk
about it.�

Yami pulled back slightly, sniffling. Yugi
plucked a tissue from the nightstand and handed it to him.

After blowing his nose, Yami took a breath
and steeled himself. �I went over there
tonight�we were supposed to go to Bejing for the
weekend.�

�I know.� Yugi settled himself beside his
dark half.

�When I got there, Seto was already gone.
He�d left me a video message with Mokuba.�

Flashback

�What is this?� Yami asked Mokuba, holding
the DVD in one hand. �Where is Seto?�

�He said something had come up, and to give
that to you when you came over.� Mokuba gestured to the TV in the living room
before turning and leaving him alone. Curious, Yami loaded the disc and turned
it on.

�Hello, Yami.� His lover�s face appeared on
the screen. But instead of the rare smile he had become accustomed to, there
was a cold set to Seto�s features, and a distance in his eyes Yami hadn�t seen
since Duelist
Kingdom. �I�m sorry I
couldn�t see you in person, but something came up and I had to leave in a
hurry. However, it is important that I tell you this as well.

�I�m leaving for America this week, to see to my
business interests. I expect to be there for the better part of a year - Mokuba
will be staying to oversee KaibaCorp while I am
there.� Yami started in surprise. That was unexpected - Seto hadn�t breathed a
word of it to him. And why? Yami knew he himself
couldn�t leave Japan
for any length of time - he still had his responsibilities to his aibou to
consider, no matter how love compelled him. And he and Yugi were still
connected, despite the Gods� gift of a new body to him and the Tomb Robber.
Silently he cursed, torn. He couldn�t leave Yugi - but he didn�t want to let
Seto go off without him either.

�I never want to see you again, Yami. I�ve
found someone I really love.� Those words echoed coldly through the room - Yami
stared, stunned, at the screen. �I never loved you. It was all a mistake. It
would be best if you just go away, Yami. I don�t need you anymore.� Seto�s
voice rang cold and emotionless. He might have been ordering a tuna sandwich.

�Don�t worry about money - I�ll make sure
that you have enough for a couple of years at least. I�ve given Mokuba the
instructions he needs�� Seto�s voice cut off as the TV shattered explosively.
Yami stared at his hand, the golden skin covered in glass splinters. Red blood welled up where the glass had bit
deep, but he hadn�t even felt the pain�the agony in his heart drowned it all
out.

�I�m sorry, Yami.� Mokuba said from the
doorway. Yami looked at him sightlessly. The last words of the recording had
made him feel dirty, used like some kind of whore and then paid off.

�Yami?� Mokuba said, but he walked right past the boy, ignoring the blood
that dripped on the expensive carpet.

Outside, the sunset glowed on the horizon.
Yami walked through the blood-red dusk randomly, not really noticing where his
feet were taking him. He couldn�t even bring up the will to curse, or the
volition to care.

A hand brought him to a halt, the limb
attached to a man with a knife. �Give me your money, kid.� he snarled. Yami
just looked up at him, and the man blanched, dropping the weapon and running.
Without a word, Yami continued on his way.

By the time he made it back to the Kame Game Shop, it was nearly midnight. Yugi and Jiichan, not expecting him to be home, had locked up and by
the lack of lights both were in bed.

Yami let himself in and walked up to his
room. His hand throbbed in pain - like an automaton, he cleaned the cuts and
bandaged them before going into his room and undressing.

He had sat down on the bed, only to have it
all come crashing down on him.

End Flashback

�That�s when you came in.� Yami said
tonelessly, his eyes half-lidded with physical and emotional exhaustion. �He�s
gone, Yugi. What am I going to do?�

Yugi hugged him tightly again. �Sleep, mou hitori no boku.�
his light answered. �It won�t make it go away, but you need to get some rest
now. We�ll deal with the rest of this in the morning.�

Yami didn�t have time to say anything more
as dark waves washed over his mind, carrying him away.

Bakura sat moodily across the table from
Ryou. He could feel the teenager�s eyes on him as he picked at his scrambled
eggs, but he ignored the unspoken question, replaying the previous night in his
mind.

�What
do you mean you have to go?�

�I
have to go back to Egypt.�

�Why?�

�Because. Isis and Rashid are going back, so I have to go as well. I still
have to make repartition for what I did with the Ghouls.

�But��

�I�m sorry, Bakura.�

The white-haired thief growled silently.
Damn Malik. Damn him to Duat for this. How dared he
leave? He knew Bakura was still tied to Ryou. The spell that allowed him his
own body would fail if he ever left his hikari unprotected, and he knew that
the boy couldn�t just pack up and move to Egypt because his yami wanted to
follow Malik.

�Bakura?� Ryou asked finally, his voice tense and curious.

Throwing down his fork in an abrupt motion
that made the other flinch, he stood, snarling. �I�m going out.�

Outside, he glared up at the brilliant sun
in a clear blue sky. Damn Ra anyway. How could it be this bloody sunny? Why
wasn�t it pissing down hail or something else to match his mood?

He wasn�t paying any attention to where he
was going; just stretching his legs felt good. He found himself at a small
park, teeming with annoying children out enjoying the sun.

One figure caught his eyes simply because
of its stillness. Bakura focussed and caught sight of the Pharaoh, sitting on a
swing; his damned annoying hikari stood in front of the former ruler, pressing
something into his hand.

�Oi, bakayarou.� he greeted them; Yami didn�t even look up, but
his shorter aibou met Bakura�s gaze, glaring. For
once his innocent face showed true anger.

�Fuck off, Bakura.� Yugi snarled. The thief
blinked in surprise.

�Excuse me?� He was too startled to react
normally, and his shock doubled when Yugi grabbed his hand and physically
dragged him away from Yami.

�Listen to me, tomb robber.� the hikari
said in a tone usually used by his dark side. �I don�t know what ideas you have
in that twisted mind of yours, and I don�t really care. Yami is going through a
very hard time right now; if you start any of your shit, I�m gonna call Ryou to haul off what�s left of your sorry ass
when I�m done with it!�

�What happened?� The words escaped before
Bakura could censor them. Whatever it was, it had to be drastic for the
normally quiet Yugi to act like this.

�Seto broke his heart.� Yugi answered
harshly. �So if you want to talk to him, go ahead - but be civil, got it?� With
that, he turned and walked back to his yami. Bakura blinked after him, not sure
what to say or do. A nasty Yugi was like having a rabbit ravage you.

Finally he gathered his wits together, and
made his way back home. As he left, he threw a glance back over his shoulder at
Yami - the ice-cream was melting slowly over his fingers.

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Ryou was waiting for him, and the confusion
in Bakura�s mind had oddly enough cleared his bad
mood. Marik was a good friend and a wonderful lover�but he wasn�t the love of
his life, and Bakura was wise enough to know it. Having Yugi shove Yami�s
problems up in his face had the effect of putting everything back into
perspective for him.

So he told Ryou about Marik, taking comfort
- not that he would admit it - in his hikari�s
commiseration.

�Ryou?� he asked after the conversation was
done.

�Hai?�

�This is going to sound really strange,
but�let�s go visit Yami-baka and Yugi.� Bakura fought
down the blush that threatened to paint his cheeks and mentally kicked himself. He sounded so�concerned.

Ryou raised both eyebrows in surprise.
�Why?�

�Because I want to
torment our favourite lovelorn Pharaoh.� Bakura
shrugged.

�Yugi�ll have
your hide off in strips.�

�I am not afraid of the Pharaoh�s little
clone.� Okay, maybe that little scene at the park had been startling, but
really, what could Yugi do besides yell at him? And words weren�t going to do
much.

�Alright.� Ryou nodded. �Just let me get my coat.�

The two went over to the Kame Game Shop that evening after it had closed. Yugi
answered the door, and Bakura had to smirk at his expression. He�d lit up like
a Christmas tree when he saw Ryou - and snarled at the thief�s appearance.

�Hello to you too, baka Pharaoh-chibi.� Bakura
smiled, baring his teeth. Yugi waffled visibly before manners won out over
emotion and he let them both into the kitchen.

�Yami�s in the living room.� he said, a
veiled threat in his voice. Ryou raised an eyebrow at his yami - even though
he�d been told what had happened it the park, it was
still a bit of a shock to see Yugi in this mood. �Come on in - Jii-chan is out for the night, but you�re welcome to join
us. We were just going to watch a movie.�

�Sorry to disturb you, Yugi-kun.� Ryou said
politely. �We just came over to see how Yami-kun was doing.�

The implied question answered itself when
we entered the living room. Yami was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV
but plainly not seeing it. His deep violet eyes were blank; the only motion was
barely perceptible breathing and a constant dry-washing of his hands. He didn�t
turn his head to acknowledge their presence, or even that of Yugi.

Oddly, instead of being satisfied with the
emotional emptiness of his millennia-old enemy, Bakura found himself swiftly
becoming disgusted. He sat on the couch beside Ryou, the two hikaris seated between their yamis.
Every once in a while he would glance over their heads at Yami, who still
didn�t stir, even when Yugi tentatively reached over and took one of his
restless hands.

The movie ended without a single word being
spoken all evening. The silence in the room lay heavy on all four.

Finally without warning
Yami stood, shaking off his hikari, and walked up the stairs. A slam a few minutes later told them that Yami had retired.

�I�m really sorry about this�� Yugi started
when Bakura stood as well. The disgust that had been building all evening
roiled like acid in his guts as he glared in the direction the Pharaoh had
gone.

�Stay here.� the white-haired thief
growled. �I�ll see if I can talk some sense into him.� He glared down at Yugi,
who glared right back. �Don�t worry, baka-chan. I promise I won�t hurt him.�

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Thwack!

The sound of flesh hitting flesh resounded
in the room as Yami flew into the wall with enough force to shake paint flakes
from the ceiling.

Bakura had entered the room with no
resistance, to find Yami simply sitting in the bed in the same pose he had
taken on the couch. Anger at being ignored had fused with the disgust and
exploded; his roundhouse had sent the Pharaoh right over the bed to land
against the far wall.

Yami stared up at him, an oddly vulnerable
and shocked expression on his face, a bruise darkening on his cheekbone.

�Now that I have your attention�� Bakura
snarled.

�Why the hell don�t you just leave me alone!� Yami snarled right back, then
blinked as a smirk creased Bakura�s lips.

�That�s more like it.�
he noted. �You were starting to disgust me. Moping around like a lovelorn child
just because Kaiba showed his true colours.� His smirk just grew wider as anger
darkened Yami�s features.

�How dare you.� he growled, rising lithely
to his feet.

�Who else would?� the thief demanded. �I�m
not afraid of you, poor little boy with a broken heart. So
much for the man who ruled all of Khemet in his
youth. If your father could see you, he would be ashamed.� Bakura paused.
Yami�s face was turning an interesting shade of red.

�Get out.� Yami snapped, turning away from
him.

Bakura made his tone mocking. �Of course, oh mighty Pharaoh. Kukukuku.�

�What are you laughing at!�
Yami practically screamed. He clenched his fists and made as if to swing at the
thief, who ducked the clumsy blow and dodged in, grabbing the front of Yami�s
leather shirt.

�Why go after me?� he murmured almost
lovingly. �Why not go after the one who hurt you?�

�What?� With a twist of his lithe body Yami
squirmed out of Bakura�s grip. �What do you mean?�

�Revenge, Pharaoh. Instead of moping around
the house, worrying your hikari and mine, take your revenge on the fool who
dared spurn the advances of a king.� His smirk widened. �And don�t tell me you
have never walked the road of revenge, Yami. We both know that would be a lie,
in this life and the last.�

�But�� Yami turned away. �I have not taken
revenge for myself, not in this lifetime. It was always for my aibou��

Silently, Bakura walked up behind Yami, his
expression serious now, close enough to speak into his ear. �And I have taken
revenge for myself. There is no law I know of that prevents it. You claim to be
partners with your hikari - do you really think that he can handle you as a
hollow shell of your former self, eaten away by the pain of a faithless lover?

�You were a fool to place your heart with
him, Yami. No one save another yami can truly understand the darkness within
you, the urges that lie within your heart. I heard the tales of those who
crossed your path and roused your ire, Pharaoh. Torture, insanity, death; these
were the tools you wielded, and even if you believed you did it for the good of
the people, I know better.� Yami turned, looking up at the thief who stood so
very close to him. Bakura gazed deep into his eyes - shadowed deep violet
glazed with grief and tinged by anger, but behind them burned a flame he had
only seen in his own. Desire for pain, for revenge.
Yami fisted his hands as he shook with conflicting emotions, trying to deny
himself. He needed one more push�

�Not that you could really do it as well as
I could, of course. I suppose I could
help you.� he offered, smirking.

Something snapped. He could see Yami�s
expression change; an evil smile graced his features and the darkness in his
eyes burned with black fire.

A quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

�Play with me, little thief.�

Abruptly he grabbed Bakura by the shoulders
and shoved him down onto the bed. �Thanks for volunteering to help me with my
revenge, Bakura.� Yami purred, straddling him.

�This isn�t what..mfff!� The Pharaoh bit down on his lips in a savage
kiss, cutting him off. He broke the kiss, looking down at the thief with a
smirk. �I know you like it rough.� One hand pinned him to the bed with surprising
strength. Two fingers on his free hand twisted a nipple through the shirt,
drawing a startled gasp from Bakura. �I also know that Seto doesn�t�so I
haven�t had a lot of chance to do this lately.� He paused in his ministrations,
as though realizing suddenly what he was doing. �This will help me exact my
revenge, Bakura. But I�ll stop now�just say the word.�

�I don�t see how raping me is going to get
back at Kaiba.� Bakura stifled a moan as Yami sat back a bit, rubbing against
his crotch.

�Trust me.� Yami leaned over him again. �I
won�t rape you. Say the word and I stop. But I promise you, this will be an
interesting time�don�t you want to hurt Kaiba too?� The black fire in his eyes
seemed to fill the world, a dark charisma that drew the thief in.

�Yes.� he gasped. It was getting hard to
breathe - Yami�s presence wrapped around him like a shroud.

�Pick a safe word.� the Pharaoh ordered.
Something soft crawled around Bakura�s wrists,
restraining him to the bed.

�Oh, Ra.� he thought. �Carrot.
Are you sure about this?�

�Quite sure.� Yami answered, pulling Bakura into another bruising kiss. The thief
closed his eyes as Yami forced his tongue into his mouth, probing harshly.
Bakura tasted peppermint and dark chocolate. Yami broke the kiss and smiled, a truly wicked expression Bakura had never seen
before on his face. It made silent, dark promises and suddenly the thief was
afraid - and it only turned him on more. Yami abruptly turned away, undoing Bakura�s jeans. A warm tongue licked at his still-soft
erection before Yami took him into his mouth. Haze descended over Bakura�s mind as raw pleasure ran through him. Teeth,
tongue and lips teased him into throbbing hardness, and he bit back a curse as
he was brought to the edge just as Yami stopped. He whimpered and thrust,
unable to help himself, and felt Yami�s hair brush him as the Pharaoh leaned
down again, this time running a hot tongue over his inner thighs before biting
down, hard. Pain cut through the haze as Bakura felt his teeth pierce the skin;
shuddering as Yami suckled at the wound. He grabbed Bakura�s
cock and pumped harshly, licking at the very tip

This time the thief couldn�t help it -
Bakura screamed as he began to come. Yami pressed down on a certain point at
the base of his cock, making Bakura whimper as his release was denied again.

�Not yet.� Yami whispered, breath puffing
on oversensitive skin. Bakura writhed under him, thrusting hopelessly at
nothing in a vain effort. �Hold still, Bakura.� he ordered, holding down the
thrashing hips. Yami stroked his balls, leaning past his manhood to suckle them
softly. A moan escaped his throat.

Then Yami deep throated him, all at once.
The thief screamed again, seed exploding out. Blackness overcame him with the
force of his release.

When he could open his eyes, Yami was
standing beside the bed, naked in all his glory, raking hungry eyes over his
victim.

�Having fun?� he asked.

�Bastard.� Bakura hissed, then moaned as he was
stroked ever so gently back to hardness. Yami chuckled, a cold sound.

�Round two.� he murmured, raising an
Egyptian style dagger in his free hand. With swift strokes he sliced the cloth
from Bakura�s body, raising thin bleeding welts as
the edge scraped along the skin. Yami straddled him, laying the blade across
his neck and attacking his nipples. Bakura tried not to move, conscious of the
cold steel at his throat even as he felt Yami�s talented tongue pressing down
on the nubs of flesh. The Pharaoh�s bare cheeks rubbed lightly against Bakura�s excitement.

He raised his head, a mysterious look in
his eyes, and attacked the thief�s neck, biting hard enough to draw blood.
Bakura gasped, eyes half closed with pain and pleasure so finely balanced he
couldn�t tell one from the other. He moaned as Yami suckled the wound.

�Mine.� the Pharaoh whispered darkly,
bringing his blood-stained mouth down for a kiss. Bakura licked greedily at the
copper taste.

�More?�

�Oh Ra. Yes.�

Yami drew the blade lightly across the
sweat-soaked pale flesh again; Bakura whimpered as the salt stung his wounds.
Yami brought the steel to the thief�s lips; he licked the blade, savouring the
treat.

�Over.� Yami ordered then, pulling the knife away and rising. Bakura
whined; Yami slapped him sharply. �Over!�

Complying, Bakura rolled over onto his hands
and knees. The restraints forced him to kneel on the bed, his hands over his
head until he was just touching the sheets. He hissed as the strain pulled at
the cuts on his skin then yelped as sharp pain flared across his buttocks.
Twice more Yami whipped him, across the back. Then he came in front of him,
staring into Bakura�s lust-dark eyes before taking
him into his mouth again. Pain and pleasure roiled through him - Bakura threw
back his head and moaned, lost in sensation.

�Oh, Gods, more, please�� he begged. Yami
deep- throated him, humming around his cock, the vibrations seeming to travel
all the way up his spine. He screamed as Yami stopped short of letting him
come, instead bringing the whip down across his abused flesh again.

Twice more; two more rounds of pleasure and
pain mixed in equal shares until the thief came at last, the rush leaving him
limp and panting. Yami sucked, hard, drawing the last of Bakura�s
release into his mouth.

The restraints vanished - Yami caught
Bakura before he could fall, lowering him gently to the bed, stroking his
sweat-soaked hair, kissing his neck.

�Almost done, �Kura.�
he murmured into the thief�s ear. Bakura gasped as Yami lay
him on his back, the sheets rubbing painfully at the lacerations.

Mind swimming in a sea of mist, Bakura
barely noticed as Yami positioned himself at his entrance. With one sharp
thrust he was in. The pain cut through
the numbness; Yami hit the pleasure spot within him at the same time, and
Bakura screamed. He thrust himself mindlessly at Yami, demanding, wanton. Yami
set a rhythm, hitting the spot over and over, blood
leaking from Bakura�s violated passage in
excruciating pleasure.

:Now: Yami murmured in his mind. The Sennen
Eye glowed on his forehead - Bakura felt his own shadow magic rising in
response. :Together.:

As one they both screamed
: �Punishment Game!�

The magic swirled around them, blood and
pain vanishing, leaving only overwhelming bliss. �Yami!�
Bakura screamed as he came. Yami thrust hard, keening his own ecstasy to the
sky, his seed exploding deep within Bakura.

Far away in America, black shadows surrounded
Kaiba Seto. Pain lanced through him from phantom wounds and he began to scream�

Yami collapsed on top of Bakura, eyes wide,
shuddering as he rode the high. Bakura had managed not to pass out this time,
but he was finding it hard to breathe. He rolled over, depositing Yami on the
bed beside him. The Pharaoh lay spread-eagled, sweat
drying on lightly tanned skin.

�Well, that was different.� Bakura managed
at last.

�Thank you.� Yami sighed, closing his eyes.
�Bakura, I��

�Don�t you start feeling guilty.� the thief
cut him off, rising up on one arm to glared at him. �Kaiba deserved it - I
enjoyed every minute. I didn�t ask you to stop, did I?�

�No.�

�And there was no permanent damage done�to
me.� Bakura smirked, running a hand over his now unmarred skin.

Yami gave him a wicked little smirk before
his eyes fluttered shut. A strange surge of tenderness washed over the thief -
probably just hormones he thought even as he gathered the light body in his
arms and drifted off to sleep.

Epilogue

�Well, that worked better than I expected.�
Yugi murmured to Ryou. The two had felt the surge of power and gone upstairs to
investigate, finding their yamis asleep curled
together instead of one banished to the shadows as they�d half-feared.

�I told you.� Ryou smiled his quiet smile
as the two walked away from the door. �The best way to get Bakura to do
something is not to ask. He�ll do it just to spite you.�

�You don�t do that.� Yugi pointed out as
they sat on the couch.

�I do, actually - I just don�t yell at
him.� Ryou grinned. �I still can�t believe you pulled that off.�

�It wasn�t hard. I really was worried about
Yami. And I knew Bakura would hurt him more if given half a chance.�

�You think this�ll stick?� Ryou asked,
lying down on the couch, regarding Yugi from under an arm across his forehead.

�Who knows?� With a sigh, Yugi stretched
out over Ryou, laying his head on the other�s chest. �Think we should tell them
about us?�

Ryou kissed his lover�s hair fondly. �I
think they�ll find out soon enough.�

Cuddling closer into Ryou�s warmth, Yugi
grinned. �Think they�ll let us join them?� The white-haired teen laughed in
surprise.

�Hentai.� he accused, still laughing.

�Yep.�

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Yami woke to the rising of the sun, his
heart strangely light. He felt warm arms curled around him and for a moment
thought of Seto. But memory returned, surprisingly free of the pain that had
dogged him up until last night.

With a sigh, he pulled the sheet closer up
to his chin. If the pain could be purged so easily, then Seto really wasn�t the
love of his life, as he had thought. Maybe Bakura had been right.

He glanced over his shoulder at the
white-haired man, who squirmed slightly in his sleep. Yami could see dried tear
tracks on his cheeks.

Guilt bit down on his heart. He had used
Bakura last night, even if it had been willing, he had used him to purge his
pain and hatred. It wasn�t right: he might not bear physical scars from their
night, but mental ones� Yami cringed.

Suddenly Bakura blinked open one chocolate
eye. �Stop thinking so loud.� he muttered irritably. �You woke me up.�

�Sorry.� Yami grimaced and tried to pull
free of the thief�s grasp.

�Where are you going?�

�Bakura, I��

�Don�t start.� Wide awake now, Bakura
glared. �I told you last night�no guilt. No stupid martyr syndrome shit. I
don�t want to hear it.�

�But I used you��

�I did offer - you gave me every
opportunity to stop. I certainly enjoyed it - and I�m going to savour every bit
of it again as I imagine Seto going through what I did.�

Yami touched the tears stains, a hesitant,
tender gesture. �Then what��

With an abrupt gesture, Bakura pulled away.
�Those have nothing to do with last night, baka.�

Sensing a sore spot, Yami didn�t pry.
Instead he changed the subject. �I need a shower anyway.�

�Want company?�

�Bakura!� Yami blinked, confused.

�What? You�re certainly a good lover, Yami.
I know you�re out a body in your bed, and I�m in the same boat.�

�So you just want my body then?�

�I don�t know.� Bakura answered honestly,
surprising the other. �Right now, I just want a lover - and you will do the job
nicely, I think. But I don�t give my heart out like you do, Yami.�

Leaning over, Yami kissed him tenderly on
the cheek. �You�re right.� He smiled. �It is a bit soon, isn�t it? Lovers will
do - for now.�

He flashed a wicked grin. �And I would love
company.�

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A while later, the two wandered down the
stairs, clean and refreshed. Yami absently wondered what had happened to Yugi
and Ryou, although Bakura�s hikari had likely spent
the night on the couch or something.

As they walked into the living room, Yami
saw that he was right. Ryou had spent the night on the couch�with Yugi. And
from what he could see where the blanket had drooped down, neither had so much
as a stitch of clothing to grace their bodies.

Yami looked at Bakura. Bakura looked at
Yami.

�Did you know?�

�Nope. You?�

�Nope.�

Pause.

�I wonder if they�d let us join them�?�

�Yami!�
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