AN: I just wanted to let you know that the story "Hell Raisers" on kk28749445's account was stolen by kk from another author, in fact all the stories on their page has been stolen from others. If you check through the reviews on all the stories you'll see what I mean. After being caught, kk has disappeared and probably won't be back on this account again. I just thought you'd rather credit the real author rather than a theif. It was actually written by Marikishtar77 .Well, well... looks like we've come to the first lemon in Bittersweet Something. But! You'll have to read to find out who it's between, my darling readers! I'm enjoying the response from you all, but I'd still love more comments, ha ha. By the way, just incase you're all interested, I may be getting my hands on a new tablet soon and Bittersweet Something may end up in Doujinshi form! Hurrah! Keep in touch with that. I'll only do it if I get a good response-- like usual. This is the lemon chapter people... read to see who it is, tee hee! Okay, so besides the lemon... it's mostly the plot thickening and Bakura trying to win his bet, and Marik tormenting him over it. Poor Ryou, he's just to sweet for his own good, hah hah. And Malik? Well, he'll just be talking a lot... again. By the way, it's been a while since I updated because I've been too busy reading BREAKING DAWN! (3 times...)

Warnings: Mainly Bakura/Ryou and Marik/Malik. Shonen ai, yaoi, LEMONs to come, possible semi-non con and Citrus, slight Puppyshipping to come... and drunk driving! OH NO!Beware of yaoi, profanity, blood, violence, sex with a minor, character death, and many other reasons why my parents will never see this story. Never. It's an AU. If you don't like please do not read. Flamers will feel the mighty rathe of my fangirl mind powers. Tee hee! This is my second yaoi, please be gentle, I'm considered to be quite delicate, dears. LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER!

The Bloody Disclaimer: I don't make any money off of any of this. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, Within Temptation, or ginger beer as of yet. I can guarantee that I will own one of them by Friday. Can you guess which one it is!?

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO .Minx-101., Rogue1979, ONIX-21, YamixMuffin, and PrincessNala and most of all to Lyiint for upholding the virtuous art of writing and authorship! So it's super dedicated to her!

Chapter Four: Enter

The gates of time have opened,
Now, it's chains are broken.
An ancient force unleashed again.

As I enter the portal,
I feel the enchantment
It takes me away, away from here.

Come near me,
enter my private chambers,
I want to feel the warmth on my face,
light-in darkness,
lift me up from here.
Give me your wings,
to flee from my ivory tower.

As I enter the portal,
I feel the enchantment
The stars above are lying at my feet.

Come near me,
enter my private chambers,
I want to feel the warmth on my face,
light-in darkness,
lift me up from here.
Give me your wings,
to flee from my ivory tower.

-- Enter, Within Temptation.

As Bakura lay asleep in his bed, his eyes fluttered open to examine the light sleeper beside him. The warmth from Ryou's smaller body heated Bakura's need as Bakura fought to control it. It was getting to the point where Bakura thought he might just take a chance and fuck him senseless. But that wasn't part of the deal. He had to make Ryou want it.

Ryou's chest moved up and down as he sucked the air into his lungs, his eyes closed with sweet unconscience dreaming. His face was without a flaw as the tense lines were erased, and it looked as if he might sleep forever in his own little world. Bakura's eyes drifted over the slumbering one.

Ryou's body, his seemingly ethereal moonlit features, should have been illegal. Every single one curve and baby soft skin was a crime against nature. No human being should have looked that intricate. Nothing should have looked quite that easy to abuse and love in the same moment. Bakura ached with need as his mind wondered back to the first night with Ryou. The glossy polish of his brown eyes and the shivers and whispers that assaulted Bakura's senses. It was not fair to be so close yet so far. Temptation was within his grasp but difficult to take, but within his temptation he wished to be satisfied.

Bakura hesitantly moved his hand to touch the boy. Just a little touch, that would ease his craving. His pale hand moved quietly through the burning moonlit air as Bakura took deep breaths. The curiosity in his eyes nearly succumbing to his dark want. But, as his hand approached the pale light that rested around Ryou like a halo he pulled his hand away, cursing himself for his stupidity. This wasn't about that.

"Please, touch me, Bakura."

The sound sent a shiver through him. He was sure he'd imagined the sweet words that echoed in his head, until Ryou's eyes drifted open and his lashes batted over them creating the illusion of light glowing from his gaze. Bakura shifted away silently as the boy frowned, longing for a response from Bakura. This had to be some kind of trick, some outrageous plot that Marik had put Ryou up to.

"I know you've been thinking about it... please, just touch me," Ryou whispered as he edged closer to Bakura and wrapped his arms securely around Bakura's arm, nuzzling his pale cheek across the exposed skin of Bakura's arm. The boy was radiating a delicious heat as he moved his body closer, molding it to Bakura's own. Bakura's self control was faltering and this time it really was all Ryou's fault.

"Ryou, why are you--" Bakura stopped mid-sentence as a chill splintered up his spine. Ryou's hand gently kneaded the soft skin of Bakura's thigh, breathing into Bakura's ear heavily as he spoke.

"Don't you like it?" Ryou audibly pouted, still snuggling closer and closer to Bakura, fluttering his pale lashes.

"You don't want that...," Bakura sighed, closing his eyes in disbelief and pained pleasure, wishing he could pounce on the boy at that exact moment.

"Mmm, but I do," Ryou moaned using his spare hand to trace the lines of Bakura's neck and collar with his supple fingers. "Please, show me?" Ryou looked to Bakura's face, his delicate features emanating a mock sadness. His voice was too sweet for the words he was saying. Too hot and bothering to Bakura to be used against him.

"Ryou. Don't push this," Bakura said firmly, shutting his eyes and looking away from Ryou. What the fuck? He's practically giving me permission to ravish-- no, fuck him and I'm making excuses! Goddamn it! What the hell is wrong with me?!

Bakura drew in a sharp breath, almost losing his nerve."Are you backing out, Bakura?" Ryou taunted, laughter echoing in his voice.

"More like moving in, little Ryou."

Bakura had finally had enough. He couldn't resist such a tempting request. He moved forward and crushed his lips together with Ryou's. The knowledge that this wasn't just some plot caused his body temperature to rise, and his need to deepen the kiss as well.

Bakura felt the wonderful weight of Ryou atop him, resting gently on his hips. Ryou's warm hands began exploring Bakura's exposed chest, each muscle tensing under Ryou's touch. Ryou's lips pressed hungrily against his own, they'd be pressure bruised in no time. Most things on his body would be, in fact. Ryou's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, torturing Bakura with his attempts at being aggressive. Bakura's tongue twined hungrily with Ryou's. Oh, Ryou, I'll give you this... but just for a moment.

Bakura could feel his blood course through his veins as he sighed into the kiss. Ryou's body seemed to be reacting to Bakura's touches, unlike the days before when he'd been seemingly immune to Bakura's seduction tactics. The knowledge only excited Bakura further! He was winning, wasn't he? Yes. That's what it definitely looked like.

Bakura's hand found it's way to Ryou's exposed thigh and he squeezed with great strain as his hips thrust upward into Ryou's bottom.When he felt Ryou shudder atop him a fiery passion ran up his spine and forced him to moan in excitement. Ryou swallowed up Bakura's moan and deepened the kiss, running his tongue over Bakura's lips in ecstasy. Unable to stop himself for anything else, he ran his nails over Bakura's arms, leaving faint red claw marks on Bakura's white skin.

Bakura devoured the kiss in his thirst, giving in to it as much as he could. Anything he'd ever done to anyone else of the mass of random bodies he'd touched, was nothing compared to this feeling. Fuck, why is this so different?

"Are you sure you're a virgin, Ryou?" Bakura panted, resting his weight on his elbows.

"For at least another twenty seconds I will be," Ryou hissed, demanding Bakura's lips yet again as he pushed Bakura's head against the pillows.

Bakura growled deep in his throat unable to conceal the need that Ryou had sewn into his being. His cloth covered member twitched with every slight movement Ryou's body made. Ryou pulled away from Bakura's mouth to grin sardonically. Electric nirvana echoed through his limbs as Ryou licked and nipped around Bakura's jaw and neck line. The blissful existence Bakura had come to find was one he wished to possess over all else. He wished to enter this place and take what should rightfully be his. Lay claim to Ryou, like some kind of animal. An animal with needs and a growing hunger that seemed insatiable.

"This is my first time, shouldn't you be doing some of the work?" Ryou pined, his chest heaving majestically.

Before Ryou had a chance to react, Bakura had switched their positions, pinning the smaller teen beneath his sweltering body, grinning mischievously at the shocked person. He rocked his hips forward with a jolt, which caused Ryou to scream in pleasure. He laughed slyly in Ryou's ear, first biting the shell and licking away the hurt with his tongue.

"Where are my manners?" Bakura roared, pinning Ryou's wrists as he examined the restraints that held his limbs captive.

"Oh, Bakura... what are you doing to me?" Ryou cried as his back arched to meet Bakura's grinding pelvis, causing Bakura to bite his neck harder then he'd meant to, breaking the flawless skin that was now leaking crimson.

"Mmm, you tell me," he grasped Ryou's hardened member through his plaid pyjama bottoms causing his to gasp.

"Let me, ask in a different way... what are you thinking about doing to me?" Ryou said, eyes dusted with heavy lust.

"I know what I'd love to do to you," Bakura chuckled impishly.

"What is that, 'Kura?"

"Fuck your sweet brains out, my naughty little Ryou."

Bakura yanked away Ryou's night clothes sitting on his knees looking over the koi teen who seemed to blush a deep crimson as Bakura looked over the pale body with approval. Bakura smiled seductively tracing the patterns of Ryou's hips with his swift fingers leaving a trail of invisible flames in their wake. Bakura averted his gaze for but a moment, just long enough to lower his pants enough to expose his long hardened length as it adjusted to the cold night air.

"See what you're doing to me?" Bakura shifted as the teen bellow him stared intently at his shaft. He could definitely see what he'd been doing to him.

"Ahn!" Ryou yelped as Bakura shifted.

Bakura lowered his head to Ryou's face to kiss him swiftly, then he moved his assault down the boys chest and torso. When Bakura reached his tender waist the boy shivered with anticipation. Bakura tracked his tongue across the boys inner thigh. Ryou stared at Bakura, panting heavily. Without being particularly nice Bakura shoved three fingers into his unsuspecting victim.

"Bakura!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Bakura vaguely hoped Marik and Malik couldn't hear, then he rethought his observation and prayed they'd wake up to witness his triumph.

With that Bakura flipped Ryou over so that his petit bottom rested under Bakura's hips. Ryou whimpered at the sudden change in location. This would also make it harder to reach Bakura's lips, but he strained himself to meet them half way anyway to taste his rough captor.

Bakura removed three fingers from the boy's entrance. Ryou whined and cried out in complaint as the filling feeling disappeared from his body. Without warning Bakura positioned himself at the tight entrance and thrust in without thinking. His cock had no remorse for virgins.

"AH!"

Ryou held tight to the metal head board as his body lunged forward and backward with Bakura's harsh shoves. Bakura reached a hand forward to Ryou's hair and grasped a thick tress, pulling back roughly, plunging his tongue into Ryou's ear and across the pressure bruised throat.

"Fuck! You're so tight!"

Bakura couldn't control himself as he blasted into the tight willing heat of Ryou. Ryou shuddered and gasped, meeting Bakura's every thrust. " Nngg...harder…" he moaned softly.

"As you wish!"

Bakura obliged to the whimpering teen as he pushed harder and harder into his pliant frame. Ryou could hear the bed crash into the wall with the power of Bakura's movements. His entire body was being pounded into the mattress, electing the most beautiful sounds from his being. Finding himself being fucked so intensely, so hard and violently, he yelled out his pleasure, finding it more difficult to restrain himself. "Kura!!" he screamed out.

Ryou's own body seemed to shimmer with perspiration, even as he abruptly screamed out his delectation. His inner muscles started to close down around Bakura's dick, even as his own appendage released his passion onto the bed and pillows, his knees still burrowing into the bed.

"Already, Ryou?" Bakura smirked through his lust.

Rolling his head back to expose the column of his throat to Bakura, Ryou moaned breathily. Releasing the grip he had on the sheets, he wrapped his arms around the others body, raking his nails down Bakura's back in silent encouragement.

"Cum." Pant." For." Pant." Me."Pant. The words came sharply.

Bakura groaned in his finish as he pounded as hard as he could once more into the no longer virgin body beneath him, spilling his seed into the tight confines of Ryou. Ryou whimpered and slipped off of Bakura's softening cock, shivering from the after effects of their intercourse.

All of a sudden, Ryou turned back to look at the satisfied Bakura, with a bright smile on his face as he spoke. " Aren't you glad that you've fallen in love with me?"

"Gah!" Bakura awoke with a shock. The dream had been so bloody vibrant. He could have mistaken it for the real thing. Again. Even his nether regions seemed to be fooled, but that was an easy task in it's self.

It had been this way every single night since Ryou had moved in. The cryptic meaning in his final words constantly mocking Bakura during the daylight hours.

It had been a long week since Ryou had moved in with Bakura and the others. Everyday Bakura cursed himself for going back on his word as he still allowed Ryou to sleep beside him every night, even though Ryou had a room all to himself already, causing him many painful nights and even harder days. No one knew about Ryou and Bakura's sleeping arrangements. Ryou had always woken up about and hour and a half before everyone else. His excuse was so that he could get to work on his chores, but Bakura knew it was because he was to shy to admit his nightly ritual.

Everyday as Marik crossed off another day on the calender Bakura cursed himself-- cursed Ryou for being so damn Difficult.

Not only that he was difficult, but he seemed to be clueless too. Every move Bakura had made thus far had been completely ineffectual. The teen received the most crude sexual pickups with the same amount of understanding as a mentally challenged gold fish. He would simply smile and tell Bakura how funny he was before returning to whatever he'd been doing prior to the intrusion.

Where was the Ryou from his dreams? That sultry little nymph who'd rode his body and ignited more fires on his flesh than could be controlled?

Even if he'd had time and the means to answer the question, Malik would have, as Marik described, cock-blocked him, like every other time he'd tried to get Ryou alone.

It was easy to be distracted by the boy's striking features as well. The younger probably had no clue how sexually frustrated he'd made Bakura. Even with the simplest action, like bending over to grab a peice of trash, drove Bakura up the walls.

Bakura had happened to be teaching his regular group of youths their newest guitar lesson when he'd frozen mid sentence to stare at Ryou. Ryou's platinum locks had been pushed back under a marine blue bandana, revealing the sensual curve of his well groomed brow as he wiped away some sweat with the back of his hand. His denim clad hips had pushed to a slight angle as he balanced his wrist to hold the broom steady. His sky blue tee-shirt edged just above his waist band, revealing a demure trace of his stomach and naval, teasing Bakura's eyes which had now begun to glaze over. Ryou fluttered his eyes closed as he raised his hand to his mouth, uncaping the water bottle that was gripped gently in his left hand. Bakura stared as he raised his neck, exposing the pale skin while it pulsed up and down as Ryou gulped down the cool water...

"Bakura?" A curious student asked.

"Gah! Uh-- yeah, and so you put your index finger here..." he said snapping back to attention as his students stared precariously. He had to stop this fruitless expedition. The boy was simply impossible to seduce using his tactics. Maybe I should try something new? Get a different perspective? But from who? Who is capable of something... so, ...so, so...evil?

...

"Ha.You're funny."

"Shut up, Marik."

"Ha! Why should I help you? I'm the one who's trying to prove you wrong! Does this qualify as a forfeit?" Marik chuckled aloud like a rowdy stallion. He leaned across the counter of the music shop, hysterical with laughter as he banged on the counter top, almost breaking it's surface. " Can't even seduce a little virgin anymore, Kura?"

"Oh, keep your voice down!" Bakura exclaimed, looking from side to side furiously, hoping no one had heard the conversation thus far. " Besides, it's not like there's nothing in it for you, asshole!" Bakura whispered angrily.

Marik hissed at the name as he took in all the words in Bakura's mumbled reply."Hmm,well, pickle-dick , you've captured my attention. Go on." He smiled, satisfied with his choice of words.

Bakura rolled his eyes to the back of his head in utter annoyance. He felt like he was surrounded by idiots. Especially by one big tanned one with a vocabulary of a misbehaving eight year old at that particular moment.

"Here's fifty bucks," Bakura tossed the money at Marik's feet, "I need another opinion on what to do, dick wad. The kid is just to unexperienced to understand any of this stuff... It's like he's a child, y'know?" Bakura struggled to find the right vocabulary for his suffering. "So, what the fuck should I do?"

What does he think I am? A whore? Money couldn't buy you this fine of an ass, my friend.

"That's your problem, shit for brains, Not mine," Marik chuckled coarsely shrugging his broad shoulders then kicking the money back at Bakura."Maybe you should try asking nicely, ne? Use the magic words for once. Then I'll help you. Maybe."

"You mother fu--"

"Since when are those the magic words, Kura?"

Bakura grumbled to himself as he doubled over with rage. Marik knew exactly how to push his buttons, and right now he was smashing those buttons down with a hammer. "Would you please help me?" Bakura asked through clenched teeth.

Marik looked at him quizzically for a moment, sizing up the facts and the fun he could have holding any of this over Bakura's head... which was really what this whole thing was about. He rubbed his chin between his forefinger and thumb as of in deep thought, drawing out the silence to see how much Bakura could take.

"Well?" Bakura hissed.

"Hmm... uh."

"Yes?"

"Uhhhh, No." Marik smiled hardily with a snake like grin.

"You... you, Son of a Bitch! You can't do that!" Bakura yelled in a hushed manner, although all he really wanted to do at that moment was explode.

"Well, thats too bad isn't it?" Marik said stiffly through annoyed half lidded eyes, turning swiftly to walk away from the hopeless Bakura.

Bakura thought quickly. He looked around. What could get the big dummy to hang around and help him?

He saw his precious guitar Sally.

He saw Ryou.

Sally.

Ryou.

Sally.

Ryou.

He wished he had more resources. Bakura had only one option. One bloody stupid option.

"I'LL GIVE YOU MY JACKSON SL2H SOLOIST!"

The scream echoed through the store and weary customers and students backed away and flooded into another room in the shop. Silence drifted around the quarrelling pair.

Marik froze in his step. His eyes widened as his breath hitched and his heart skipped a beet. He thought his head had exploded until he heard the heavy breathing flowing behind him.

Bakura never moved his eyes from Marik's back, ever hopeful.

Marik turned to face Bakura. Each bored into the other's eyes searching for any traces of hesitation. They found none.

"Deal. You sad strange little man."

Although Bakura could not have been more happy to finally have Marik on his side, the thought of his fingers running down his precious Sally caused a lump to rise in his throat. He looked back to his prized guitar. The blue contrast of the blue flames against the turquois back layer. The beautiful mahogany neck shined as the sun touched it's surface. Memories of Sally flooded his mind. Tucking her into bed, their first kiss... even a thrilling game of hide and seek. This was the closest to crying Bakura had ever been.

SAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY!

Marik smirked as Bakura's dismay became apparent on his face. Their bet was getting to be so much fun. He was glad Bakura had ended up with Ryou. If it had been another boy Bakura would have already sacked him by now. Marik would have to thank Ryou after all of this.

After recovering from his losses Bakura spoke solemnly.

"So, are you going to help me?"

Marik strolled casually to the washrooms, opening the door with a strong arm as he smiled to Bakura.

"Please. Step into my office."

The gates of time have opened,
Now, it's chains are broken.
An ancient force unleashed again.

As I enter the portal,
I feel the enchantment
It takes me away, away from here.

Come near me,
enter my private chambers,
I want to feel the warmth on my face,
light-in darkness,
lift me up from here.
Give me your wings,
to flee from my ivory tower.

As I enter the portal,
I feel the enchantment
The stars above are lying at my feet.

Come near me,
enter my private chambers,
I want to feel the warmth on my face,
light-in darkness,
lift me up from here.
Give me your wings,
to flee from my ivory tower.

AN: images.google.ca/imgres?imgurlimage.www.rakuten.co.jp/koeido/img10311818343.jpeg&imgrefurlacapella./showthread.php?t1529414&h550&w330&sz33&hlen&start14&um1&tbnidcGckohLwR6oAnM:&tbnh133&tbnw80&prev/images?qawesome+guitars&um1&hlen&saX This is Bakura's Sally