This is my first challenge fic ever. My sister and me are doing a trade off where she draws a picture for Antagoshipping using five words and I am to write a story. I tell you, the reader, this because that explains why five words are underlined.
Anyways, this is a drabble piece. I have another set of five words that will be a story and then I get to do the process over for Corruptshipping! So I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, but I do own this story and it would be greatly appreciated if you'd leave me your valuable feedback.
Crimson Joy
The rose petals littered the white, satin sheets beneath the glowing, pale touch. His hands smothered the surface until ripples formed in the perfect folds. He laid his head to the right and, between a curtain of white hair, chocolate pools examined the results with a neutral air.
His hand gingerly stroked one piece of the crimson joy next to his nude profile. 'They're a symbol of love,' sprang from the depth of memory. At the harmonious noise, comprised of an acidity of oranges and nectar of warm syrup, a heat raced through his body from the passion of last night's rendezvous. His fingers clutched the cold fabric.
Yami Bakura shivered at the touch of the winter air on his genitals and another heat wave blessed his body. His fingers flexed onto the satin again as his head lolled back. A sweet, sweet moan escaped his barely parted lips as he lay there trembling in a raw, defenseless, new way.
When the world behind his eyes stopped spinning, Bakura found his gaze resting on the window. He pushed himself gently up on his elbows and stared down at the street below. His eyes swept over the snow suppressing the earth beneath it and his mind drifted to the slight fear that Kaiba may perhaps have become an unwitting victim.
The door slammed shut from the entrance a flight below and, as the lock clicked into place, a surge of power ran through his waist again. He moaned just as the tall silhouette of the brunette framed the door. Blue, heavenly eyes settled in hunger on the beautiful, arching form on the bed.
When Bakura's moan died on his panting breathe, Kaiba finished closing the door and he waited a second longer before approaching. He removed his shirt as he advanced and, upon reaching his destination, he eyed Bakura's growing erection before laying himself upon it. Bakura shivered from the roughness of Kaiba's tight, leather pants and he moaned once more.
Kaiba applied more pressure to his hips to increase the volume of Bakura's moan of pleasurable pain. He slammed his lips down on Bakura's mouth as he rocked himself into the creamy, vanilla delicacy beneath him. Kaiba's tongue explored the open mouth of the other man until Bakura brought unforgiving teeth down onto the sensitive organ.
The two gasped as Kaiba removed himself from Bakura's mouth. "Fuck… me…" Bakura panted in response to the friction of his hardness pressed into his lover's.
Seto moved to the edge of the bed and began to slide out of his groping pants while he spoke to Bakura, "The red rose signifies love."
"But love and lust are both the petals that design that rose's lovely hue." Bakura finished as he pushed Seto's brunette head down— fingers intertwining into brown waves for the course.
