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The spirit watched his counterpart remove the mud-stained garment. His mind wandered to the events of that day and, while he mulled them over, he neglected to realize where his eyes had riveted themselves.

"What are you doing? Don't look at me like that," murmured Ryou.

�Hmm? Oh...� the young man�s torso was exposed, and he continued to undress. Come to think of it, Yami Bakura had never inspected the body of his host.

�I was wondering- you don�t have any physical defects, do you?�

�What kind of question is that?� came a sulky reply.

�I don�t want your body degenerating or causing me grievances. There are struggles in our near future; it�d be quite a setback if you fainted or something in the midst of it all.�

Ryou snorted indignantly. �No, I don�t have any �physical defects�. At least, none that I know of. Perhaps I should give myself some to keep you at bay.�

The spirit seethed at himself. He�d been foolish to broach the subject. �You wouldn�t!� he exclaimed, eyes afire. The idea of self-mutilation was a weapon in itself. He couldn�t allow his plans to be thwarted by a masochistic host!

A subtle grin crossed the gentle boy�s visage. �And what would you do to stop me?� he whispered, �Break my arm?�

He glared petulantly at the young man. �There are other things I could do,� Bakura growled. Ryou�s bare flesh gave him an idea. �For example, you don�t really need all that skin, do you?�

�No, I suppose I don�t. However- what if, when you decided to relieve me some of its burden, I accidentally slipped and you cut too deeply? What then?�

If his host was bedridden, the others would surely come after him with a vengeance. They needed to be taken out one by one. Yami could be overwhelmed if all of them fought him together, no matter how wily or powerful he was.

He did not respond to the boy. He knew silence could inspire a great amount of fear in the human psyche. Also, it was imperative he scheme his next move, not fight with the person whose body he cohabited.
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Come nightfall, the events of the day between he and his host were once again on Yami no Bakura's mind. He knew he'd eventually have to find a way to assume complete control over Ryou, or his plans may be foiled by the boy. How could he do this? Physical threats had never been as effective as he wished- Ryou was self-destructive by nature, willing to sacrifice himself for the good of his compatriots. Now the boy was aware he could use this trait coercively.

There was always a way around obstacles of this sort. He and his host had squabbled in a shallow manner, meaning the boy had not given much thought to his poignant words. Of course he could be injured without becoming physically encumbered. The upper arm would be sufficient, or along the crest of the shoulder; Bakura shivered, suddenly chilled, as he remembered Ryou's flesh, bending in the muted light of the afternoon sun. Another area could be safely wounded was the young man's back- the tender, thin hide was more than suitable for mutilation, as it generally remained hidden from sight.

A strange feeling possessed him as the thought crossed his mind. He lay back on his host's bed in silence, countenance twisted in grim consternation. Bakura was still mentally absorbed when Ryou strode into the dim room. The quiet one took his place beside him, pulling the uppermost blanket, a sea-green sheath of fabric, tightly round his torso and shoulders. Ryou turned his complexion from the parasitic entity and closed his eyes.

Dark irises were rotated to the young man, flicking from the hair to the neck, and from the scapula to the slim curve of the waist. There was something intriguing about his host's silhouette. The spirit couldn't place it, the queer feeling taking hold of him; he was oddly captivated by the young man tonight, unable to extricate his thoughts from the boy or switch his focus elsewhere.

It was somewhat disturbing, he admitted to himself. He didn't understand why he'd be this engrossed with the boy all of a sudden; with his physique, his posture, how the moonlight glanced off his silver hair from the window overlooking their sleeping area. It was damn confusing, and needed to stop. Being a spirit, however, he couldn't rest. Yami no Bakura directed his attention to the ceiling and attempted to distract himself, evoking memories of the far past, enticing ancient feelings of hatred and vengeance to surface. He found this mildly unsuccessful, and spent the night in slight frustration.
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"Hey, Yuugi, what's up?" Ryou waved at his friend and hastened to his company.

"Good afternoon, Bakura! I'm doing great. How are you?"

"Fine, fine..." The young man glanced to the side with a quizzical look.

The spiky haired youth noticed the boy's distraction. He lowered his voice. "Are you sure everything's all right? I mean, I know things can be difficult for you. You aren't being hurt by him, are you?"

A sigh escaped his lips. "I don't know what he's planning... we argued yesterday, which isn't unusual, of course. For some reason, however, he's been following me around and watching me. I don't see why he's doing it."

"Do you think he's looking for a weakness to exploit?"

"I have no idea. That would fit, given his personality. I'll watch out."

Yuugi put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "You just stay safe, okay? Don't provoke him. We can deal with anything he throws us, I promise. All right?"

He inclined his head. "I understand. Thank you, Yuugi."

A smile graced the features of the young man. Arms crossed, the spirit observed him with calculating eyes.

After Yuugi had left for home, Ryou turned to his counterpart. He spoke under his breath. "What are you doing? This isn't normal for you."

This remark was met with a spiteful gaze. "I don't need to tell you."

Of course, the actual reason was unknown to the spirit. Why was he studying the young man as he was? He wondered if it was an instinct- if he sensed something different about Ryou that was necessary for him to be aware of. Such things had happened before; he�d oft been naturally drawn to that which would have a crucial impact on his plans, despite whether or not he�d consciously realized it.

Come to think of it, this had begun when he�d questioned Ryou whether he was physically well. The boy might be hiding something from him- Yami no Bakura�s perception not often misled him, and if he was having second thoughts about something, it was best he check it over for flaws.

His host was already on high alert for any suspicious actions, however, and being physically inspected required an extreme amount of trust on the patient�s part. There was no way Ryou would agree to such an endeavor. It would have to be done forcibly, the young man vulnerable before an attempt could be made.

Then again, the youth may not care. The two did share the same body, and he hadn�t had any qualms about undressing himself afore his Yami. A closer look may not be as uninvited as the spirit imagined. Besides, many young men saw each other naked, it wasn�t anything unnatural; Japan�s outdoor bathhouses were a prime example of this.

Despite how much he reasoned with himself over the matter of his host�s physique, Bakura was still uneasy. It felt almost as if he were creating excuses so he�d feel less uncomfortable about committing an extremely intrusive feat. Regardless of this, the spirit remained internally convinced the necessity of assuring his host�s bodily well-being.
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Ryou opened the door to his empty apartment, and shed his shoes for the unsoiled indoor slippers. It had always been lonesome to live by himself. Well, technically he wasn�t living in solitude anymore; his second spirit had banished from his lifestyle any notion of privacy he�d previously owned. The invader�s influence permeated the young man�s every move, decision, and all aspects of his life. He was never alone.

The youth shuddered at the idea. He wasn�t used to it; he didn�t know if he could ever be at ease with Yami inhabiting his body. If only his father had never sent the Millennium Ring to him! But how could the man have conceived of what he was getting his son into? Had he been informed of the power of the item, the concept would have seemed preposterous, even intriguing. Apparently fate, too, had a hand in Ryou�s possession of the Ring; he doubted he�d have been able to avoid it, no matter what the circumstances. Already witnessed was the tendency for the object to return no matter how far away it was taken from him.

Ryou stretched, mouth opening with a yawn. School had not been easy- Karita-sensei, the gym teacher, made him do extra laps because he�d neglected to stay focused in the class. Yami no Bakura had wordlessly preoccupied him the entire day, a constant presence with patronizing expression and impassive demeanor. Taking a glance backward guaranteed the boy that the spirit continued to scrutinize him. Once again, he wondered to himself what the entity was waiting for. Ryou had the feeling he wouldn�t enjoy finding out.

Rotating his thoughts elsewhere, the young man concluded it was high time he clean himself off. Warm water would help soothe his aching muscles, and wash away the sweat he�d accumulated running, which pestered him more with every passing moment. He stripped off all his attire, including the Ring, and stepped into the shower.

The spirit would have jumped at this chance were his bond not weakened by the Ring being away from his host. A curse escaped his lips when he realized that he, as superior as this chance was, could not properly manifest and so could not yet make his ambitions reality.

�What?�

Ryou had seen his Yami�s attempt at tangibility. At least the interloper had always been civil enough to leave him be when it came to personal situations- why would he be changing that now? Unless... The young man shook his head in disbelief, harkening to the morning before. Yami had acted differently towards him since having witnessed him remove his clothes. His gaze, as well, had been turned to Ryou in an intimate manner. Certainly it was possible, from a human standpoint, that the spirit found him physically attractive; with ease could Bakura understand such a thing, he�d come to terms with his own sexuality long ago; but he'd on no account have guessed the spirit would be similar in that aspect. Looking back, he realized he'd never noticed his Yami express interest in anyone, nor act particularly inclined towards a gender. Taking the man's past into account, he conjectured, Yami's awareness of the diversity of human relationships must be quite limited. It could very well be that the spirit remained oblivious to the concept of homosexuality- that he did not know the feeling of caring about someone in a close and personal way simply because he'd never had emotions for women, for whom he may have learned to be the only humans he, as a male, should find appealing.

On the other hand, Ryou knew it was entirely possible he was over thinking the latest eccentricity of his spirit, which could in fact stem from a much more malicious root. For all his speculations, the spirit was quite a mysterious character; he could be plotting anything, and Ryou must remain wary. So the man was intent on watching him; now Ryou resolved, not only for the sake of his safety but out of curiosity, to observe the spirit in return. Depending on what he found, it may be necessary in the near future that the two young men have a thorough conversation regarding human relations.

He stepped softly through the apartment wearing a towel. Pulling on a night shirt and a pair of cotton lounge pants, the boy contemplated what it would mean if his spirit did, indeed, find the male species desirable; especially if he were himself the subject in context. Ryou calmly placed the ring around his neck. Yami no Bakura reassumed his position beside the boy, and this time the host met his eyes. He murmured, nearly inaudible, "I'll keep an eye on you, too."
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Yami no Bakura was taken by surprise by the statement, and hadn't responded. Even at this moment he gazed at the youth whose body he inhabited, and occasionally the young man would glance in his direction, gauging the situation of his spirit, drawing conclusions Yami could not discern. Ryou was working on homework, reclining on the floor in the beam of a faded Japanese sunset. An orange light was thrown over his graceful figure. A slight sigh broke from the boy's lips, and Ryou closed the notebook in which he was writing.

"I can't do this right now," he said to himself, shielding his eyes with a hand as he turned toward the windows, radiant solar globe saturating the sky with its glow.

"Hmm..." Yami mumbled in response.

"What are you thinking about?" inquired Ryou suddenly. "What can you possibly glean from observing me right now? I'm serious," the youth took a step towards the being and planted his hands on his hips. "I'm not doing anything important at the moment, am I?"

Yami swallowed. He couldn't answer. "I... I was admiring the sunset," he replied weakly.

"Right, I'll believe that." The young man was using sarcasm. "It completely conforms to the personality you've displayed thus far. Listen, if you have something to say, something to prove, then get it over with."

His host's flesh, the sun alighting on it from behind, seemed to be set afire. The eyes were ablaze as well, passion infused in their glare by the request smoldering on his tongue. The spirit opened his mouth, then abruptly closed it. He disappeared wordlessly into the Ring.

What had just happened, he questioned himself, and why did he feel so incredibly agitated? Sure, Ryou could be moderately feminine, but he shouldn't be causing these thoughts in the man, nor the physical responses attached to them. Insofar, no one, not even the most stereotypically 'attractive' of females, had managed to make him excited. It was beyond belief that his host would have the ability to cause such a reaction!

He inhaled deeply, and released the breath slowly. There was no denying what he was feeling physically, at least. It was definitely not an unpleasant sensation, he admitted, which was peculiar- sexual urges had never phased him in a positive way before, he couldn�t have deemed them enjoyable.

The spirit was seated on a ledge of stone in the corridors of his mind. It was at this moment he exhaled loudly and, unsure of what to do about how he felt, placed his right hand on the ground between his legs; he put the palm of the left on top of it, fingers clutching the ledge. His wrists rested against the heated organ; as a result his pelvis pulsed forward, pushing against the limbs before it. The boy bit his lower lip. This experience was something new for him, he'd never been very much educated about sex.

Yami made a jump from his sitting position to the floor below, and stood fingering the crotch of his pants. Tentatively he undid the zipper and slid a hand down inside. He'd have to do something, being so amorous was driving him mad. He forced the pants and undergarments lower on his hips, exposing the ruddy, aroused flesh located there. Breath hissing, the young man's fingers glided nimbly down the organ; the waist proceeded to shove itself against the hand, and he gasped, beginning slightly to become conscious of what he was getting himself into. What he was feeling was astonishing. This was unlike anything else he�d undergone in his extensive lifetime. He used to feel wretched upon his physique�s excitement, it was never pleasant. It had been disgusting and unsettling. Something, some aspect of his life must have been altered to cause this. Something...

He hesitated, thoughts somewhat blurred, to recall his host. Of all things, why would he extricate the boy at this moment from the maze of his memory? A groan welled from his throat, fingers moving more rigorously over intimate regions. The sensations were building up, his muscles tremulous, straining more feverishly for the bliss he sought. The boy, Ryou, his host, that one with whom he shared life and body; that one exasperating him with these thoughts, bemusing him with these emotions- it was so vexing, the shape of his shoulder, the luminosity of his expression, the subtle susurration with which he spoke! Approaching zenith, Bakura hazily recalled the vague shape of the boy�s lips, his hands and bare torso. The appendages were lithe and stroked him affectionately, the mouth�s orifice obligingly opened against his own. For a moment, Yami held onto him; the next his body was catapulted into an ecstatic state and he vocalized, lascivious cry echoing from the walls of his mind.

The spirit shook and nearly collapsed for the rapturous moment. In time his chest heaved less harshly, his wits began to return. He glanced about warily. For some reason, now that it was over, he was haunted by a curt sense of guilt. This wasn�t correct; he wasn�t supposed to do this kind of thing, it wasn�t in his character. And for, in his bliss, to have called to mind his host, Ryou- that was entirely unthinkable, inherently depraved. The young man would never know of this occurrence, Yami no Bakura was confident of that. This secret he�d keep eternally.
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Yami no Bakura cursed at himself. He�d overlooked entirely the issue of how he would conduct himself around his host since having had impure thoughts about him. Ryou�s every movement was tempting, his words, and how he demonstrated emotion. All the second soul could do, now, was grit his teeth and put on a callous facade in front of the young man. Bakura continued to observe him, and would be suspicious if his shadow quit doing so without a reasonable cause. He�d have to find an excuse to retreat into the Ring.

The problem with that, on the other hand, was how Ryou entranced him as of late- Yami found he did not favor the idea of going back to the dank, lonesome world in which his soul resided, where he�d been trapped for five-thousand years. An unusual sort of yearning tugged at his chest, as well, and the man had no desire to leave Ryou�s side. How foolish he had become over a primitive emotion! In spite his comprehension of the absurdity, what remained true was that his sentiments held sway over his actions, and the man discarded all notions of following anything else, regardless of how beneficial it could prove to be to him.

�You look extremely tense,� remarked Ryou, �Have I done something to trouble you?�

�Oh... no... nothing at all.� Yami�s voice wavered as he spoke. His form still felt the effects of his recent self-indulgence.

The young man stared at the entity for a moment. Yami no Bakura felt a jolt in his stomach. Was it transparent? Could the youth tell what had gone on within the universe of the Millenium Ring? His fingers curled into a fist, apprehension getting the best of him.

�Well, I�ll say an early goodnight, then,� he yawned. �I�m drained.�

Ryou removed the Ring and placed it on the bathroom counter. �Now, you don�t bother me tonight. I�ve had enough of you.�

The spirit had not in the past understood this particular practice of Ryou�s; he blinked slowly now, beginning to fathom the true intent behind the deed. A chill ran down his spine as his mentality conjured images of the young man engaging in the luxurious act. Instead of withdrawing into the item as usual, Bakura remained as tangible as was possible, ears laboring to hear his host in the other room. His eyelids shut, breathing quieted, the man's eardrums did find the atmosphere disrupted by sounds he'd never noticed before. Every so often a blanket would shuffle, or the springs of a mattress would creak. After some number of moments passed, the spirit engrossed with the noises of Ryou's nighttime goings-on, another vibration reached his ears, this one quite human in nature.

It was a faint whine. Though, Yami no Bakura could tell, his host attempted to suppress this vocal effect of his undertaking, it continued to return, escalating with each reoccurrence. Soon the repetition had transformed into a series of smothered groans, which were interspersed with sporadic bursts of irrepressible breath. The eavesdropper found himself exceedingly encouraged to partake in an endeavor similar to that taking place in the adjacent room, and lifted his fingers closer to the throbbing sinew that stood erect from his inguinal region.

There was a muted and high pitched, broken moan, a turbulent shift, and then the hushed sound of panting. He heard Ryou�s body fold itself against the bedspread. How frequently, he speculated, did the young man fulfill himself in this manner? How many frenetic nights had the youth spent this way, heavy with physical desire, working the slim, pale body to a state of exhaustion in pursuit of corporeal rapture?

Minutes later, from the apartment�s sleeping area, came the thump of feet hitting the floor. Ryou strode towards the space where his cohabitant dwelled, pulling further ajar the partly open door. His counterpart recoiled into the Millennium Ring, the youth having arrived just in time to catch a glimpse of the man as he fled.
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