WARNING: YAOI AHEAD. TURN BACK IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING!!!


November Rain

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same


Ryou’s POV
After we kissed, I looked into his eyes which matched my own in color, intensity, and passion. I could see he didn’t want to hurt me again. As I looked at him above me and gently kissing my face, all I could remember was his rough kisses and rough slap on the face the last time we did this. // You don’t have a choice, SLAVE!!! // I had forgiven Bakura, but it was hard. I didn’t want to be hurt again. I could see from his gentleness that he wanted to repay me for all he had done to me. He wanted to show me he was capable of love. The memories of his punches, his painful intrusions forced me into another sob.


Bakura’s POV
The beautiful angel below me writhed under my petting his chest. His breathing had picked up, sending oxygen to his body growing in passion and desperation. I could tell he was holding back from me. Trying to be gentle, I caressed his face and I saw him wince back a little. If I was too eager, too quick, I knew it would scare the boy below me. So deciding to let him make the first move, I pulled back. To my amazement, my angel was weeping.

'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain


Bakura pulled back and stroked Ryou’s cheek. “Ryou, do you want this?” Ryou wiped his tears.
“Sorry, Yami,” he choked back.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No, yami. I do want this. It may seem strange, but even if you hit me, hurt me, I still love you.” Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura kissing Bakura’s sensitive neck. Bakura rubbed his back and kissed Ryou’s neck in return.
“I love you, too, Ryou.”


We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain

Ryou looked at Bakura again. He wanted to know his yami was capable of love and gentleness. Bakura’s past was tragic, but maybe Ryou could teach Bakura about love. Ryou pushed Bakura down on the bed and laid on top of his yami causing a moan from Bakura. It was with satisfaction that Bakura felt Ryou’s body press on his own. Every muscle in Ryou’s body was relaxing as Ryou removed his yami’s shirt and trailed light kisses around Bakura’s chest.


But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away

Bakura began to pant as he ran his fingers through Ryou’s hair. The feel of Ryou’s lips on his skin was soft and soothing. Ryou’s hands traced Bakura’s abdomen stroking and rubbing creating a delightful friction of skin on skin.
“Ryou, please,” Bakura gasped as Ryou kissed Bakura’s skinny belly. Ryou looked up at his yami slightly covered in perspiration. Ryou slid his body slowly upwards towards his yami’s mouth to kiss him making sure he rubbed his entire body against Bakura, who could feel Ryou’s growing desire.


If we could take the time
to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine


Ryou began to rub his hips against his yami causing a moan and Bakura to arch his back gratefully. Bakura pushed away a bead of sweat which slid down Ryou’s face. Ryou smiled as his yami’s face gained a look of deep concentration and passion. “Mmm. Yami,” Ryou moaned with his growing desire quickly spinning out of control. “All mine…” Ryou said sliding down Bakura again with kisses trailing in his wake down his body. Ryou slowly opened Bakura pants and relieved him of the now-constricting clothing. Bakura already was thrusting upwards at the sudden air. Bakura gasped as Ryou’s kisses landed around, but not near their target.
Bakura shifted his hips trying to get Ryou to take him inside. “Ryou, you…first. Hurry.” Ryou kissed Bakura’s straining arousal shuddering with need for contact with something. Bakura gasped as it was finally given the attention he so desired. The yami broke into a whine as his light moved upon him making him thrust and arch with the growing pressure within him. Ryou’s movements became quicker when Bakura began to scream. “Ryou! Gonna c-.”Ryou held still as Bakura’s back arched forward releasing the pressure. The hikari cleaned up his lover and returned to kissing his yami.


So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Bakura flipped onto Ryou, their tongues rubbing fighting for dominance. Bakura quickly removed Ryou’s pants and found his hikari in the same state he was when Ryou removed his clothes. Ryou arched his back as Bakura settled himself between Ryou and stroked his hikari. Ryou was panting excitedly and thrusting into Bakura’s hand.
“Uh…uh…Bakura…please.”
“What do you want, Ryou?” Bakura touched Ryou’s entrance with his own regained excitement.
“I can’t hold on, yami.”
Ryou whines became more desperate as his body wept harder.
“If I hurt you, I’m sorry. I’ll try to be gentle.” When Bakura prepared him, he kissed Ryou to distract him. Ryou wrapped his arms around his yami’s neck, tears falling down his cheek, kissing his neck frantically whimpering. “It’s Ok, Ryou. Shhh….” Bakura joined his weeping body with Ryou’s trembling form.
Bakura laid perfectly still, surprised at the fierceness with which Ryou’s body gripped him inside and outside. Bakura could feel every heartbeat, every breath of his little lover. Bakura even felt Ryou’s body preparing itself for a future release. Ryou nodded his head as Bakura wrapped one arm around Ryou’s leg and the other around Ryou’s back as he began to move against him. Ryou let out a high-pitched whine as Bakura pulled out only to push in once more.
“Ryou…I love you,” Bakura moaned as he pushed Ryou into the mattress with every thrust. The hikari met his yami with every thrust arching his back allowing his yami full access to his body. Bakura leaned down to his hikari stroking Ryou making him cry out.
“I love you, Ryou…Uh..Show me that you love me, too,” Bakura grunted through heavy breaths. Bakura’s closed eyes couldn’t see Ryou’s eyes open in fear. // Show me that you love me…or die! //
“Yami.,” Ryou arched forward, his muscles clenching tighter as his passion erupted sending Bakura moaning, quickening his pace. Ryou felt Bakura quickly losing control.
Ryou flipped Bakura over so he was on top. Bakura still thrusted as Ryou crashed down on him, his words still radiating in his ear. Bakura’s mouth opened in a soundless scream as Ryou drove deeper. “Ryou! Good Ra! Ah!” Bakura grabbed Ryou’s hips gently and held him still as he raised his hips sending his passion into Ryou’s body. Ryou released and collapsed on Bakura’s chest, tears sliding down his cheek.


Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...
on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone


Minutes passed and Ryou had not removed his body from his yami’s. Both of them loved the feel of the other, their mutual intimacy. They felt close and both of them needed to know the other was there. Bakura closed his eyes and indulged in the sweet wine that was Ryou’s passion. Ryou kissed his yami’s chest.


I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Ryou gripped on to his yami tightly. // Pathetic slave! Do as you’re told! // Yami Bakura could tell Ryou was becoming upset. He trembled and began to whimper. “I’m here, Ryou. I’m sorry. I hope you aren’t hurt. I love you. The pain will end soon.”


Sometimes I need some time...on my
own
Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...
on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone


Ryou’s emotions were torn. The yami who once beat him, demeaned him, and finally…forced him now was holding him gently. Ryou didn’t know whether to run or stay. Flee or Fight? This is all he ever wanted: to be loved by his yami. To be held, caressed.
Now that he had it, his pain melted away into pleasure, his sorrow into unsurpassed joy.


And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame


Ryou began to cry on Bakura’s chest. Bakura looked down afraid he hurt the smaller boy. Bakura stroked his hair and kissed its white locks. “Did I hurt you?”
// You’re nothing but a sniveling little Bitch! Slap! //
Ryou began to shake. // Show me you love me…or die. //
“Ryou?” Bakura gathered Ryou into his arms slipping himself out of his other half.
“I love you, Bakura. I love you. I love you. I love you,” he chanted nuzzling his head into Bakura’s neck.
“You don’t have to fear me, Ryou. Please. I want you to love me.” Bakura gently kissed Ryou’s temple. Ryou rubbed his bitter tears away on Bakura’s shoulder. The crystalline tears formed a path down Bakura’s naked body bathing him.


So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain


Bakura held Ryou gently rocking him on his lap until his tears were reduced to mans, then the moans reduced to complete silence. Ryou’s arm around Bakura’s chest fell limp at his side. Ryou’s head slowly became more heavy. The yami leaned his head to look at Ryou fast asleep on his chest. Bakura clutched his light closer to him. His hikari was so thin and so light, he was like a doll. Bakura guided his hand to the bruise on Ryou’s hip. It eventually would heal. Time heals all wounds, but Bakura wondered if Ryou’s wounds would ever truly heal. Bakura rested his head on his hikari. “I love you, Ryou. We will heal together.”
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"November Rain" Copyright Guns N' Roses 1991