A/N: Thisis to all my reviewers! Enjoy!

Warning: Shounen ai. Yaoi. Slash. Boy on Boy. Get it?

Disclaimer: What? You expect me to own Yu-gi-oh? Please! If I did… well, it would have to be rated NC17 for… um, adult situations mainly between the male gender.

Summary: Lemony-limey things. Be forewarned!

Remember:

"Blah" speech.

Blah thoughts

/Blah/ mind link (Yami)

\Blah\ mind link (Hikari)

Chapter Eight

It would be very believable to a child if you told them there are always happy endings. In reality, both you and I know different. We know, some times, stories end in war. A book may end in tears. Perhaps a tale even closes with terrible, excruciating heartbreak.

Bakura always thought this would be true if he ever told Ryou he loved him. He thought, maybe, just maybe he would crush my heart in the dusk and leave me for dead. Yet again, both you and I know that that is impossible. Now, Bakura knows as well.

For this, he was grateful his story will stop with Ryou in his arms, live and well. He buried his face in the silver silk that was his koi's hair. Ryou-koi, I like the sound of that.Bakura couldn't keep the smirk from his face.

"Are we lovers now?" Ryou asked some what sleepily. Bakura shook his head no. The younger teen looked at his yami with a confused expression. Bakura gave him a look in his rust colored eyes. The boy began to fear for some reason. "Not yet."

Ryou's voice caught in his throat as he was about to ask "Yet?" Bakura leaned down slowly. Ryou felt his heart thud and he leaned in. Their lips met, slow and sweet. The tastes of rain and heat, heat and rain swirled together.

Ryou felt a small moan float through them. Bakura licked at his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Hesitant at first, Ryou mouth slowly opened. Bakura let his tongue in, making Ryou gasp at the intimate taste. The taste of Bakura filled him, making him drowsy.

Bakura memorized every detail of the wet cavern. He coaxed Ryou's tongue to play too. Ryou massaged Bakura's tongue in ways he didn't know how. Bakura let out a groan and he broke out for air. They panted and Bakura rested his forehead on Ryou's.

"Wow…" Bakura croaked. "Where did you learn that?" he asked jokingly. Ryou closed his eyes, feeling the unnoticed warmth travel up and down his stomach. "I don't know. I just did what felt right." Bakura smirked, he involuntarily licked his lips at Ryou's flushed form.

"And what feels right?" he asked in a low voice. Ryou felt his stomach and face grow warmer. "This." Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck, their lips colliding with a searing passion. Bakura was surprised to say the least, and let Ryou invade his mouth. He growled and their tongues battled for dominance.

Ryou's fingers dug into his yami's white hair. He groaned as he felt Bakura's hand pass over his hardened nipple. The yami smirked into the kiss. His thumb rubbed against the pink nub. It made Ryou bite back a moan. Bakura didn't take to kindly to that.

He began pulling and pinching, making Ryou moan into his hot mouth. Better, but Bakura wanted more. He broke the kiss, still in his smirk. Ryou looked at him through half lidded eyes. Bakura kissed along his jaw line, to his cheek, then to rest at his ear.

Ryou felt the breath across his the side of his neck, the hand quivering on his chest, the body pressed on top of him. But most of all, the heat that surged through his stomach rest lower and lower… Something wet flickered over his ear lobe.

"Scream." Was the low voice of his lover. Ryou panted, but couldn't find his own voice to answer. The wetness flickered in his ear this time. Ryou turned his head away, exposing his elegant neck. The wetness trailed from his ear to down his neck.

Ryou's panting became faster; the heat was growing bigger with the moments passing. Bakura's lips met moonlight flesh. Sweet, tender flesh. My flesh. Bakura's eyes flashed. He bit down. Ryou cried out in the dark, hands gripping the sheets. Crimson leaked from the wound slowing becoming purple. Satisfied for the second.

He gave it a casual lick. Ryou gave a whimper. Pain melded with pleasure, confusing reality and dreams. Bakura looked at his mark. His hand traveled up to the young boy's neck, lightly caressing the bruise. "Beautiful…" he murmured. His dark eyes gazed in Ryou's.

Nile green clouded to sea foam and partially closed. His hand began to slide lower, flittering over the boy's teasing skin. The offending limb halted by the sliver haired teen's pajama waist band. Bakura sighed and sat up above his hikari. He didn't know why but he had to ask for Ryou's permission.

"Are you sure?" Bakura asked softly. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop after this. The concept made him edgy. After so long, he was getting what he wanted, he would not lose it after tonight. Ryou nodded his head after a moments thought. "Are you really sure?" the thief had to look away.

Ryou sat up level with Bakura. He felt Bakura's ashamed feelings flow through their link. His slender hand covered Bakura's. "Let me show you." He whispered to the older boy. Bakura's face shot up as when he felt Ryou's feather light puff of breath on his neck. He turned and caught Ryou's mouth in a fierce kiss.

His was so preoccupied with the fire in his mouth; he didn't notice their hands had tugged down his pants. Both his and Ryou's digits closed about him. He threw back his head and gave a loud moan. He brought his free hand to hold on to Ryou's neck, resting his head in the crook of the boy's shoulder.

Ryou rubbed his thumb over the head. Bakura gave a throaty breath. Ryou felt his face light on fire, as well as his lower region. Bakura's hand wrapped around Ryou's own and brought his hand to stroke down. Ryou imitated Bakura's action, using his other hand to stroke down.

Bakura bit his lip to hold in his pleasure. Ryou's other hand circled down again. Bakura breathed in deep, taking the intoxicating scent of rain and roses to fill up his lungs. Ryou frowned and squeezed. The dark pushed his face into Ryou's shoulder. He began to perspire.

"Don't do that." He whispered darkly. Ryou gave a smaller squeezed and increased his speed a little faster. "Why?" he whispered back. Bakura couldn't contain the groan and released it through the link. "Doesn't it feel good?" Ryou asked innocently. The boy could feel liquid seeping through his fingers now.

"Oh Ra, yes!" the tomb robber managed to say. Ryou's hand pumped faster, his fingernails grazing the sensitive skin. "Then it's your turn to scream." Ryou's voice came out husky, making the yami blush as his member was given a good pull. Bakura's lips once more, confusing the dark as his hands grew feverish.

Heat thronged through Bakura. It played with him, flooding his system, and making him lose all sense. He could feel the sensations of so many emotions run out through his mind. He couldn't take the pressure thriving on him; he broke away and felt all of him spill out through the light's fingertips.

Bakura slumped against Ryou for a moment, still panting the hardest he had since he could remember. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact he screamed out for Ryou. He felt his heavy hand being lifted. Bakura leaned back to see what his Ryou was doing. Ryou and Bakura's hands dripped with white liquid, Ryou found the need to lick them clean.

Bakura's eyes were wide, he felt himself grow again at Ryou's curiosity as his tongue swiveled around his fingers, coming to suck at Bakura's digits. Ryou looked up through his bangs and gave a tired grin. "Are you spent already?" he asked so innocently again. How the hell…? But Bakura didn't have time to think.

Ryou drug his now clean fingers over his abdomen, hooking his fingers into the pajama bottom. The hikari was now whimpering and panting at the tight restriction the fabric caused. The boy hid his red face under his bangs as he slowly brought the bottoms down, revealing smooth skin, inch by inch. He leaned back on the bed and pulled the bottoms off, discarding them on the floor.

Bakura sat there, wrenching the bed covers in his hand as his koi lay before him in all his glory. Beautiful… Bakura's eyes were wide and he felt himself alive again. "I'm… I'm yours." Ryou's voice was low, and shook with suppressed feelings from the years. If it was possible; Bakura's eye widened even more.

He drank in the sight before him, the sight he thought of every moment of his waking hours and even in his dreams. "Mine…" Bakura repeated. He liked the way it tasted on his tongue. He smirked. "Now, time for punishment, you little tease." Ryou felt a hand caress his inner thigh. And then without warning, Bakura took him whole.

Ryou arched his back; his voice wouldn't work as he made a soundless moan. Bakura's tongue gave a long wet lick under his shaft. Bakura sucked at the end causing Ryou's hips to buck. Bakura held him down with one hand and stroked with the other hand. Ryou gave a groan digging his own hands into Bakura's shoulder.

Bakura smirked at his torture. It grew faster as Bakura hummed in the back of throat. The vibrations caused Ryou to writhe in incredible heat. Bakura felt himself grow harder with every buck of Ryou's hip. He began to bob his head in time to Ryou's thrusts. Ryou couldn't stop, he felt himself climbing, feeling it all reach to new heights.

Ryou tossed his head from side to side. He couldn't take it. It was so hot, so wet, how could it hurt so much, but still feel so orgasmic? Bakura felt Ryou get ready for the deep thrust. Bakura smirked as mid-buck he squeezed and drew back. Ryou let out a cry of anguish as Bakura stopped his climax.

Bakura fell on Ryou's mouth, attacking the younger one's tongue. He sucked on it sweetly. Ryou could taste his saltiness in Bakura's mouth. He pulled back, gasping. "'Kura…"whimpered into the yami's lips. Bakura smirked and let his wet hand slide under Ryou.

Ryou felt it and gasped when Bakura cupped him. He inserted to fingers and spread them scissor like. Ryou gave whimper and grabbed Bakura's shoulders again, crescent marks of fingernails littering his broad form. Bakura occupied him by nipping at his collar bone. Ryou got lost in his bliss when Bakura's fingers pushed against his sweet spot.

The dark's hand slipped away and rested on Ryou's knee as he gave a kiss to the boy's navel. Ryou opened his legs wide and Bakura set hovered above his lighter side. He committed the picture to memory. A flushed Ryou beneath him, sweating, hot, writhing, wanting him. Bakura breathed in and pushed into the boy.

Ryou screamed out as he was penetrated, Bakura seized his lips in a kiss, cutting off the sound. Ryou turned his head, closing his eyes from the tears. He panted, almost unmoving as he felt the warm muscle throb inside him. Bakura felt the tightness and groaned resting his forehead on Ryou's. He felt Ryou nod to continue.

Bakura pulled back, and then pushed in. Ryou breathed out shakily. Bakura pulled back again, feeling the muscles tighten and relax around him. He pushed in harder. Ryou made the sexist mewl. He began to thrust a little deeper, a littler harder. Ryou wrapped his arms about his yami's neck pulling him even closer.

"Please… harder…" he begged in a low voice. Bakura licked at Ryou's adam apple. Ryou tilted his head back as Bakura thrust faster. Ryou moaned and pushed against Bakura. Bakura bit Ryou in warning. Ryou did pushed again, feeling his stomach tighten. They were pushing and thrusting in time, panting and moaning.

Their hearts beat in sync. Bakura desperately getting closer to the brink. His hand wrapped around Ryou, pumping him. He could feel the climax coming. Ryou's breath hitched and he let out a groan some where. He begged for release, gasping out Bakura's name as he hit the spot over and over again.

Soon Bakura felt the heat swell in him and he was sucking furiously on Ryou's neck. Ryou held on for dear life. Bakura hit his spot harder and heavier than ever. He felt Bakura's pace reach the impasse and his muscle tightened about Bakura's member. Bakura squeezed one last time and hit the light the hardest ever.

Ryou screamed out Bakura's name as he came in the dark's hand. Bakura felt his seed spill into the younger boy as well. Bakura collapse on the younger boy in exhaustion. Ryou lie panting his fingers relinquishing the hold on Bakura. Bakura pulled out of the young boy slowly, as not to harm him. He was going to be sore for a while.

Bakura carefully lifted the boy up and cleaned him off as best he could. The cover lay some where on the floor, leaving only the sheet to drape over them. Bakura flopped next to his new lover. Ryou curled up against him as the stars began to twinkle in and out outside the window.

Bakura let himself run his hand through Ryou's damp hair. Ryou gave a pathetic yawn and stopped Bakura's hand. Bakura threaded his fingers through Ryou's fingers, feeling the pulse of Ryou's slowing heart.

\We're lovers now? \ Ryou asked sleepily through the link. Bakura wanted to chuckle, Ryou must be as exhausted as he was. Bakura pulled Ryou in by his naked waist. /Go to sleep hikari. / Bakura ordered in a hushed voice. \Good night… lover. \

Bakura watched Ryou sleep for a little while. His thumb rubbed over the bruise on Ryou's neck once more before he drifted off into the most peaceful sleep as the sun's first rays shone through the window make the dust dance in air. The only thing on Bakura's mind was, Tomorrow is another day…

Owari

A/N: -Nose bleed- O.O Believe it or not, that was my first lemon! I would like to thank all the reviewers for their help and encouragements! This is for you!

Epilogue

Back in the game shop Yuugi had a face as red as a tomatoes. Malik had a mountain of tissue covered in blood. Marik was smirking like the devil and Yami was holding a ton of money in his hand.

"Told you the hikari was on the bottom." Yami said shaking his head at Yuugi. Yuugi pouted. "Aw come on, all hikaris' are uke." Yami explained trying to get the pout off of Yuugi's face.

Malik gave an evil smirk. "Actually…" Yami and Yuugi look at Marik, who was now holding his light in a head lock. "Oh my God! It was one time!" Marik shouted. Yami looked on sadly. "Oh how the mighty have fallen."

"Shut Pharaoh! He was holding out on me!" Marik pointed a finger in the semi-unconscious hikari's direction. Yami draped an arm around his own light. "Tsk, tsk. You need a better hold on your hikari." Yuugi's eye flashed.

"That's it. No more sex for you until I'm seme." Yami's jaw dropped and Yuugi walked out swinging his hips. Marik laughed loudly and pointed at Yami. "Great! Now what are we going to do!" Yami shouted and kicked at the ground.

All of a sudden the darks got an evil smile and looked at the sleeping blonde Egyptian on the floor.

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About an hour later Malik was sitting on his ass in the Kaiba mansion with a muzzle and straightjacket on. Seto held up a bag of sugar that said, "Jou's fault."