I Lust You.
Bakura x Ryou type thing. Angst I guess. Ryou POV.
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I lied there stiffly, not daring to move as my Yami's hands roamed over me.
Soft words went unheard by my ears. I've heard them so many times before.
Sugar-coated, lovely, beautiful words. But they're not the words I want to hear.
"Ryou..", Bakura whispered, his voice deep and husky.
He ran his fingers through my snowy hair, gazing into the depths of my eyes, his own chocolate-hued eyes glazed over with lust.
Oh, how I hated lust. Lust was false, a deception of what was true. I wished over and over that maybe one day, the lust would be gone and only love would remain.
His head sank as he assaulted my neck with kisses, ending with a bruising and ravishing kiss against my lips.
This carried on for another hour, the same routine. It always ended the same.
I lied there, hardly breathing as I stared at the ceiling, the same thoughts going over and over in my head.
'Why can't he love me?'
Bakura lay next to me, his breathing shallow.
I moved my head so I could watch him.
He was so beautiful. Beautiful ivory hair was plastered to the sides of his face as he tried to regain his breath. Chocolate eyes gazed at the ceiling in wonder.
I wanted him to love me so bad.
I remembered the day it happened.
I had came home from school, completely drenched. Entering the house, Bakura had been there to greet me. Few words were said, but I could remember that look he had gave me. That.. horrid, lust-fueled, longing stare. I had hardly had time to register what it was before he was on me, kissing me everywhere.
"Make me yours", I had whispered, making a grave mistake. I had mistaken the emotion as love.
Four months ago that was. It's been the same every night. He never gets tired of it.
But how long until he does? What then? Will he just leave me for someone else.. someone new?
I shook my head gently, trying to dismiss these thoughts. I needed to concentrate on the present.
This relationship was based entirely on lust. Sure, I loved him, but when it came down to it, it didn't really matter. It takes two to tango. He didn't love me, so no, this wasn't a relationship of love.
Okay, so maybe I lust him too. He's hard not to. With love comes lust, right? I only wish it was the same for lust.
As if feeling my eyes on him, Bakura turned to gaze at me with those hungry eyes of his.
He smiled and I smiled waverly back.
He opened his mouth and I prayed for the words that would end my misery. End this lust-obsession. I wanted him to tell me that he loved me.
"I lust you", he whispered, reaching up to stroke my cheek.
So that was it. I was just a obsession. A keen desire fuelled only by lust and attraction.
"I lust you too", I murmured in reply.
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Written by someone who has had no lust or love experiences in her life. Review, please?
Bakura x Ryou type thing. Angst I guess. Ryou POV.
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I lied there stiffly, not daring to move as my Yami's hands roamed over me.
Soft words went unheard by my ears. I've heard them so many times before.
Sugar-coated, lovely, beautiful words. But they're not the words I want to hear.
"Ryou..", Bakura whispered, his voice deep and husky.
He ran his fingers through my snowy hair, gazing into the depths of my eyes, his own chocolate-hued eyes glazed over with lust.
Oh, how I hated lust. Lust was false, a deception of what was true. I wished over and over that maybe one day, the lust would be gone and only love would remain.
His head sank as he assaulted my neck with kisses, ending with a bruising and ravishing kiss against my lips.
This carried on for another hour, the same routine. It always ended the same.
I lied there, hardly breathing as I stared at the ceiling, the same thoughts going over and over in my head.
'Why can't he love me?'
Bakura lay next to me, his breathing shallow.
I moved my head so I could watch him.
He was so beautiful. Beautiful ivory hair was plastered to the sides of his face as he tried to regain his breath. Chocolate eyes gazed at the ceiling in wonder.
I wanted him to love me so bad.
I remembered the day it happened.
I had came home from school, completely drenched. Entering the house, Bakura had been there to greet me. Few words were said, but I could remember that look he had gave me. That.. horrid, lust-fueled, longing stare. I had hardly had time to register what it was before he was on me, kissing me everywhere.
"Make me yours", I had whispered, making a grave mistake. I had mistaken the emotion as love.
Four months ago that was. It's been the same every night. He never gets tired of it.
But how long until he does? What then? Will he just leave me for someone else.. someone new?
I shook my head gently, trying to dismiss these thoughts. I needed to concentrate on the present.
This relationship was based entirely on lust. Sure, I loved him, but when it came down to it, it didn't really matter. It takes two to tango. He didn't love me, so no, this wasn't a relationship of love.
Okay, so maybe I lust him too. He's hard not to. With love comes lust, right? I only wish it was the same for lust.
As if feeling my eyes on him, Bakura turned to gaze at me with those hungry eyes of his.
He smiled and I smiled waverly back.
He opened his mouth and I prayed for the words that would end my misery. End this lust-obsession. I wanted him to tell me that he loved me.
"I lust you", he whispered, reaching up to stroke my cheek.
So that was it. I was just a obsession. A keen desire fuelled only by lust and attraction.
"I lust you too", I murmured in reply.
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Written by someone who has had no lust or love experiences in her life. Review, please?