Title: Delicious
Rating: R (content)
Disclaimer: I own neither YGO nor YYH.
Summary: Bakura gets kinky and Kurama refuses to be submissive. (3 flashfics). Yaoi
Hunted
Pant. Gasp for breath. Swallow. Faster. Faster. Faster. Lungs burning, side aching. Hurts. Can't stop, must run, flee, hide. But where? Need safety. Here? No. Too close. Must farther faster. Can't.
Behind! Coming closer. Stumbling. No! Stand up, scrambling. Too late. Trapped. No escape. Laughter. And waiting for death.
This was the turning point. The point of no return. This was the time his life ended and the time he felt the most alive.
"My, my," a voice, rich and dark and slightly crazed, purred in his ear. "Spent already? I hope not." Kurama bit back a shuddering sigh, lay still instead, not even bothering to try and tug on the strands of shadow magic which bound him face-down to the forest floor.
It was almost over now, he had lost. As he had hoped he would, because only then could he maintain the illusion that he was still alive, that he was still the fox thief of old and not the humanised one.
He knew that this was a lie, that Bakura – a lucky find, someone who was willing to play these games and could actually match Kurama – was not the Reikai head-hunter who had slain him, but he buried this knowledge deep inside each time they played this game, so that he could – if only for a few moments – feel like himself again.
And Bakura got something out of this, as well, – Kurama gasped – indeed, he did.
A chuckle. "Aren't you twitchy tonight." Then, the hands that moments ago had so roughly divested him of his trousers, took a firm grip on his thighs.
Kurama closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come, to be stabbed again as he'd been 19 years ago when he was on the run, when he was still alive.
Delicious I
What a sweet little thing Ryo was as he lay naked, twisting his body in all possible directions, trying to escape Kurama's skilful fingers. Yet, trying to buck into them at the same time. What delicious noiced he made, mewling and gasping and squeaking like a little white mouse.
A mouse caught by a fox with a playful nature. A fox that teased the mouse endlessly, keeping it in its paws, stroking it for a while.
But this was only half the fun. And the fox moved his head to get a taste of his catch. The mouse squeaked shrilly and the fox chuckled low in his throat: "Delightful, Ryou-chan."
A few more licks and the fox opened his mouth to get more than just a little taste; to eat the mouse. And what a delicious little thing it was.
Delicious II - Mimesis
"Delightful, Ryou-chan."
He was good. Oh, he was the best. No one could beat him when it came to impersonation and no one noticed. Neither his host's friend, nor his father, nor apparently Kurama – their lover –, who otherwise was always quick to pick up on anything odd.
Yes, Bakura was good. And strong and frightening and tough. Unlike his landlord, the weak little Ryou-chan, who was allowed to squeak and squeal and whimper, and who just loved being submissive.
Yami Bakura, on the other hand, always dominated – his reputation wouldn't permit anything else and neither would his pride.
No undignified sounds like the one that just left the shared body would ever come across his lips.
Thus, it was in moments like these that Bakura felt that, indeed, having such weak other half was good for something, at least.