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Okay, so I need to clear some stuff up from the last chapter. This is not an accurate portrayal of BDSM life at all! I realize that most people in the BDSM life aren't in it because they were raped, abused or anything. The reason that Ryou and Bakura are talking like that is because Bakura is a pessimist and Ryou has no clue what he's talking about. This came from me writing it at three in the morning and trying to get across how panicked they were, so if you were offended by my last chapter I sincerely apologize.

Warning: Implied BDSM, boy on boy, that's really it…btw, this chapter is for CrimsonWitchfire.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Chapter Twelve

Bakura grinned at me, pulling me down the street. He had his hand around mine, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my wrist. I had no idea where he was taking me. I had woken up this morning to Bakura already awake, of course I had been…exhausted the night before…and had overslept. It was around 11:20 when I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen to find Bakura making breakfast. Okay, so it was cereal, but at least he was trying! He had hurried me through breakfast before telling me we were going for a 'walk'. We had left on foot and he had dragged me into town.

"Kuuura?!" I whined, "Where are we going?" He smiled again, and turned towards me, stopping on the sidewalk to wrap his arms around my waist.

"We're going out," he told me again. I had been demanding where we were going for the last half hour and this had been his answer every time.

"We're already outside. So now that we're outside where outside are we going?" I asked once again, wrapping my arms around his neck. I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck and felt him rub his cheek on my hair.

Bakura went very still. Worried, I pulled back enough to look up at him. His gaze was fixed somewhere far in the distance, looking anxious.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked. He took a moment to focus back on me.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? With how we are?" he asked for the umpteenth time this week. I rolled my eyes. We had gone over this time and time again, and I had assured him that I had forgiven him for…well everything. For the rape and the beatings and the mind games, but he was still unsure. I smiled at him, trying my best to convey to him just how okay with it I really was.

"Yes. I'm sure Bakura. I love you, and I don't care if this lifestyle is…a bit unusual, I like it. And I like us, and most of all, I like you," I told him, emphasizing it with a little kiss on his cheek. Almost instantly the anxious look melted from his face.

"Have I told you that I don't deserve you?" Again I rolled my eyes.

"Only a hundred times today," I teased. He leaned down to kiss the tip of my nose.

"Well I don't. But come on," he wrapped his hand around my wrist again and pulled me down the sidewalk again. I made a little noise of surprise but let him pull me.

It turned out that Bakura was bringing me to a store. A store whose windows had been mirrored, reflecting the people walking by on the sidewalk. He flashed me another mischievous smile and pulled me through the door before I could see the sign. A small cluster of bells hung over the door, and tinkled quietly, alerting the cashier to the fact that someone had entered the store.

There was a pretty woman at the cash register. She smiled happily, not the normal annoyed, tired smile of most cashiers.

"Hi, what can I help you find anything?" she asked us. Bakura shook his head.

"No, we're just going to look around." She nodded as if she had seen this often.

"Okay, just tell me if you need anything."

The store itself was well lit, the walls covered in pretty black brocade wallpaper, and lined in…oh gods. I felt my cheeks flush crimson. I pulled on Bakura's hand.

"B-Bakura…where are we?" I demanded. He flashed one of his most lascivious smiles at me.

"We're in a store." I shot him a glare. The store was lined in sex toys. There were all kinds of things I didn't recognize on the walls.

Long handles with strips of fabric spewing from the top. Intrigued I walked over to the nearest wall and saw the word 'flogger' written on a price tag. Surprisingly, to me at least, not everything was made of leather. There were strips of varying fabrics, like silk, suede, leather, and skins of animals that I didn't recognize. Even the thickness of the strips differed. I ran my fingertips along some of them, leaving the leather ones alone and focusing on the silks.

Bakura watched as I explored the shop, giving the wall of whips and thick belt-like straps a wide berth. I was most attracted to the handcuffs. Bakura joined me at a small display of them. He stood very close behind me, his breath heating my neck.

"Which one do you like?" he asked me. I shivered lightly at the lusty sound of his voice. He reached down to squeeze my hand reassuringly. I pointed to one of the delicate looking silver restraints. They glittered up at me innocently. Bakura laughed behind me. "I like those too," he said picking them up.

We continued around the room, stopping at a few places, Bakura checking up on me every few minutes. He still seemed to think I was going to run screaming from the room. Which I suppose was close to the truth, though if I did run screaming, it was going to be dragging Bakura to the nearest bedroom with me.

We grabbed a few more things, some ankle cuffs, some silk and satin lengths to be interpreted how they would. Bakura seemed most interested in the gags, but I was too afraid for now, so he left them where they were. He did, however, pick up a few blindfolds.

We eventually came to a display of collars. The blush that had taken residence on my cheeks from the moment we had entered the store darkened when Bakura held a great ring of leather out to me. I shook my head, it was huge. Instead I picked up a few of the others, until I found the perfect one.

It was pretty, and something I could wear on a regular basis, to school, without being…questioned. It looked more like jewelry than a collar.

The whole thing was made of metal, a thick triple chord of it that was much more flexible than it looked. A few small jewels were spaced at regular intervals, most of them were a deep blood red, and the others were intricately cut diamonds. I'm still not sure if they are real because Bakura never let me see the price tag.

My lover grabbed the necklace/collar from my hands, turning it every which way.

"It's perfect, absolutely perfect. It's almost as pretty as you Ryou," he proclaimed, balancing it on top of our other purchases.

"K-Kura it'sgot to be way too expensive!" I argued, trying to grab the thing back from him. He kept me away with a hand on my chest.

"You can't put a price on yourself Ryou. Only I can, and I say this is nowhere near as much as you are worth." I flushed again and fixed a pout on my face. He laughed at me and kissed my cheek. "Come on."

When we got to the check out counter the woman packed everything into a small bag. It was simply black with the name of the store in small, white text. I wondered how expensive this store was, it was very discreet, not at all the kind of black lighted, chain covered room I had always imagined.

The woman handed Bakura the bag with a little wink at me. I squeaked and blushed again.

"Do you have a membership card?" she asked us. I blushed for the umpteenth time that day and wondered if the loss of blood to other places of my body was going to become a problem.

"No," Bakura answered, smirking at my reaction.

"Would you like to get one?" she asked. Bakura asked what it got you and she gave him a whole slew of advantages. So he bought one.

The way home was nice. The weather had been beautiful lately and there was a nice cool breeze blowing through the city. Bakura held my hand and we chatted, Bakura teasing me over my obvious embarrassment. But when we got home he set up some of the chains on the bed before he pulled the collar out of the bag. He went to put it on the dresser, but I stopped him.

"Put it on me?" I asked. A wide smile spread over his face before he motioned for me to lift my hair. I obeyed.

My darkness slid the cold metal around my neck, and fixed the clasp on the back. I moved to look at it in the mirror above the dresser. It was beautiful, slim and sparkling, one of the twists sat lightly in the hollow of my throat. It was heavy, as if to make sure you remembered it was there. The silver accentuated the paleness of my skin, and the bright red jewels shone in sharp contrast with it.

"It looks fantastic on you yadonushi," he whispered lustily in my ear. I blushed again before turning around and kissing him. He moaned, asking entrance to my mouth.

"Hey Ryou, where did you get that?" Yugi asked me, pointing to the collar that I still hadn't taken off. I smiled.

"Bakura got it for me," I admitted, still blushing a bit. Yugi's eyebrows shot up in an impressive attempt to fly off his head. I laughed at the almost comic surprise on his face.

"So everything..?" he trailed off. I hadn't really wanted to talk about this yet, but now I was okay. Lately I had been shoveling so much emotional bullshit that I hadn't really known how to talk about it.

"Yes. Everything is perfect now. Bakura's apologized for everything, and it's all behind us now."

"So the necklace is an I'm sorry present?" he asked. I nodded, not ready to tell Yugi about our lifestyle yet. It was still a little new to me, and I wasn't sure exactly where I was mentally yet.

I ended up telling Yugi soon after that. He had had a million questions to ask, but believe me when I said I was happy.

Bakura and I have been together for three years now, and I've never been happier in my entire life. He has never hit me against my will again.

Aw, fluff. Well..kinda. So, this is it. The last chapter. I'm sorry it's so short, but honestly I couldn't think of a fantastic ending to this…PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!

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