Sympathy For The Devil

By: Neko-chan

A/N: Ne... I don't do this often, but I do sometimes do sequels for one-shots if asked. This was supposed to be a one-shot...but a lot of reviewers wanted more. I hope I don't disappoint. Also--just to let you know, I DO write YGO! shounen-ai. I have several stories going right now and am also in the process of plotting out three more. (Two B/R and one Y/Y.) I'm also writing a Y/Y version of this story. Anyway, enjoy this 'sequel' of sorts! (Once again dedicated to all my favorite shounen-ai/yaoi authors. Keep up the great work! ^_~)

WARNING: Contains shounen-ai. B/R

DISCLAIMER: Neko-chan doesn't own. Now leave her alone.

"You're mine. You're mine--always and forever."

I shiver slightly and break up two fingers to touch my bruised lips. I just have to close my eyes...and I can live the kiss all over again. It was short, as kisses went. (Though I didn't have many experiences to base Bakura's kiss upon...) But there was...something...that had made his kiss different from all of my previous kisses.

It was exciting.

It was electrifying.

I shiver once again and my fist clenches, crumbling the paper in my hand. A paper that held a confession so startling... But it seemed so cold, didn't it? I didn't care. All that mattered was the fact that he had written back...and that kiss. So brutal. So full of raw emotion that it seemed almost primitive in its glory. So full of lust.

Not love, though.

...but did it really matter? Was it THAT big of a difference?

I bite my bottom lip, and my eyes close once again. I can still taste him. Elemental and powerful. Spices and citrus tastes line my lips. If I hadn't known that it was Bakura's natural smell and taste, I would have thought that he had put on chapstick or something similar to it before he visited my room. But it IS his natural taste. It is _him._

"You're mine. You're mine--always and forever."

I mull over these words as I uncrumble the paper, staring at it with a tilted head. The words tumble over and over again in my mind. The don't seem to cease. Idly I wonder if they'll EVER cease. Will they forever repeat over and over again in my mind until I finally get the courage to tell Bakura face-to-face what I couldn't tell him in my letter? There are some things that are too private to reveal in a _letter._ You're baring your soul.

That leaves everyone vulnerable, though Yami no Bakura would never ever want to admit that. He is strong--I will admit that. But why not leave people at their fantasies; at their dreams? If it makes them happy... And I would do anything to make Bakura happy. After all, he is the one that I love. And he is the ONLY one that I could EVER love.

But, once again, I've come to a decision. It may be a stupid decision...but there were some things that I had hid from even Bakura in my letter to him. And now was the time for all-truths. No more half-truths. No more half-truths ever again. At least, not between the two of us.

I sigh and stand up, raising my arms above my head to get the cinks out of the muscles. I didn't know what awaited me...and the only thing that I could do was prepare at least somewhat. If Bakura decided to hit me, at least I was now limber enough to be hit and slammed into objects with the least amount of damage. No bruises would mar my skin tomorrow. ..at least, that was what I hoped. True, Bakura could do with me as he wanted, but his hits still hurt. That finished, I leave my room and pad down the hallway, stopping in front of Bakura's door. Taking a deep breath to settle my nerves--for I knew that I would need the courage--I opened the wooden door and step into his domain.

He's sitting at a desk, writing on what looks to be an old piece of paper. But, seeing me, he stops his writing and looks up at me, his burgundy and mahogany eyes reddening as he continues to stare at me. It's unnerving and I shiver. He grins ferally at this and raises an eyebrow in inquiry. "Hai?" he asks me, still staring with those eyes of his.

I shiver again. "Y... Yami, there are some things that I have to talk to you about. I didn't write about them in the letter because I was already terrified on how you would react. But now it's time for the truth. The WHOLE truth--not some shaded lies." His other eyebrow joins the first and he keeps his savage smile pasted on his lips. Now was the time to tread softly. VERY softly. I was dancing on the edge of a sword tip--if I stumbled, I would fall and cut myself.

"Oh?" was his only answer.

"...hai, Bakura. With some things, they are so intensely personal and they can only be discussed face-to-face. But...I have a feeling that you are going to beat me for what I'm about to say to you. You didn't hit me because of the letter...but this is so much more _different_ than that. But still, somehow, still also the same..." I trail off, trying to put my thoughts in order.

He's still looking at me with those red eyes of his.

I blink and continue: "I've never told you this before--in fact, I haven't told ANYONE this...ever. All of my life, I've known that there was one person out in the world that was my soul mate. I know that it sounds silly, but 'Tousan used to read me fairy tales at night... And I just _knew._ I realized that I had been right all along when 'Tousan gave me the Sennen Ring...and you came to me, Bakura."

He tilts his head to one side and just stares at me...not saying a word. Just staring. Still keeping eye contact, he leans forward and picks up a letter opener that had been buried under various papers and other things that littered his desk. It looked like a sword--and it looked sharp. What was he going to do with it? A sense of unease settled in the bottom of my stomach. What was going through his mind? ...

What is he thinking at this exact moment? Those eyes of his show no emotion whatsoever.

"I knew that you were my soul mate. It didn't matter that we were the same gender... I love you, Bakura. I think that I've always loved you. That's why I've never told you to stop when you start to hit me. You have so much pain carried within yourself and all I want to do is take at least some of that burden from you. I hate to see you in pain and suffering in silence. And so my gave my body to you selflessly, to do with it as you pleased. I am yours, Bakura. Always and forever. But, even more than that, I've ALWAYS been yours.

"...as you've always been mine. I know that you won't ever admit to it--it isn't in your nature to do so--but I know that you care for me deeply. I don't know if you love me--you've had a hard life and I understand that you may be incapable of loving me... But I also know that the emotion that you feels towards me is more than lust. It _has_ to be. Please...?"

And still he stares at me with his red eyes. Demonic eyes. ...pain-filled eyes.

His past, present, and future will all eventually merge into one. And I know that when that day happens, he will go insane...unless he has an anchor to hold him to this world. I don't want him to leave me. It seems impossible, but I love him so much. So very, very much. I will do whatever is in my power to keep him here, in this world and time...with me.

I somehow or other manage to swallow the lump in my throat and whisper out my last few words. "Please, Bakura... Yami... Please answer me. Please tell me that you feel something more for me than lust. I... I'm begging you." Against my will, a silver tear trickled from my eye and I wipe it away furiously. I wouldn't be weak! Not in front of my yami!

Slowly Bakura stood up and made his way towards me. He seemed fascinated with the hand that had dashed the tear away. He grabbed my wrist and all I could do was blink in amazement as he licked the tear from my finger with a pale pink tongue.

And, just as suddenly, he yanked the sleeve down my arm and cut me with the letter opener he held in his right hand--he cut me deep enough to scar. I cried out in pain as the crimson blood slowly dribbled down my skin to fall, drop by drop, onto the white carpet underneath our feet.

"You are mine. Always and forever mine. I've marked you and claimed you as my own. I won't share you with _anyone_. You are MINE," Bakura growled as he once again crushed his lips against my own. For the first time--I wanted to struggle against him and what he was doing to me. But... I felt a touch...a delicate hand running through my wild hair. And I paused.

His kiss... His kiss was as brutal as ever. ...but he lowered me down to his bed with the gentleness of a lover. With lust, yes. ...but with love as well. It didn't matter anymore, anyway. No. Not anymore.

I was his. Always and forever--I was Bakura's. I _had_ always been Bakura's.

A/N: Sooo...good, bad, eh? I just hope I didn't ruin the first part with this one (stupid) part. See?! _This_ is why I don't like doing sequels to one-shots! _I ruin them!!_ -.-;; Anyway, read, review, and make a cat-girl happy. Onegai?