Bakura was awakened from his dream-like state; having fallen halfway asleep with Ryou snuggled comfortably against his chest. He looked around for what had disturbed him, and saw that Ryou was no longer snuggled comfortably against his body.
'When'd that happen?' he wondered, looking around for Ryou. He bent over the edge of the bed, seeing that he had curled up in the bottom bunk and was shivering, clutching his stomach tightly.
"Ryou," he sighed, getting down off of his bunk and carefully lifting him off of the bare mattress to bring him back up to their bunk. Ryou sobbed openly, being moved irritating the pain in his stomach. It was worse than the last time, and he wondered why he hadn't felt it until now. He thought it might have been because of the numbing medication they'd swiped across his ass earlier.
Bakura laid him gently on his back like he'd done before and hooked Ryou's knees over his shoulders to help keep him comfortable. Unfortunately Ryou was beyond the point of being comforted, his stomach twisting itself into tighter and tighter knots with each passing moment. Bakura's warm hands pressed gently against the quivering belly which resulted in a sharp intake of breath and a sob.
"Ryou," he said calmly, leaning forward and pressing a light kiss to Ryou's salty lips. "You need to calm down, okay? It'll get better if you calm down." Ryou merely nodded in response, taking slow, long breaths and forcing himself into a calmer state.
Bakura tried again, his warm hands pressing gently against his belly. Ryou flinched but bit his lip to retain the sob that wanted to explode past them. He was gentle, knowing that if he pushed any harder that Ryou would freak out and his stomach would become more uncomfortable. Bakura worked at calming the mess of Ryou's stomach, which took forever because he had to spend long periods of time rubbing and caressing particularly painful knots until they relaxed or trying to calm Ryou down when he pushed a sensitive area just a little too hard and sent the boy into hysterical sobs.
When he finished, Ryou was breathing much easier and was able to unhook his knees from Bakura's shoulders without fear of retaliation. He pushed himself upright and kissed Bakura tenderly, murmuring a quiet thank you. Bakura's ears perked up when he heard the dinner time call, a sly grin spreading across his face. "How about we make it a real thank you?" he murmured in his ear then kissed the lobe.
"What do you mean?" he asked, suddenly very nervous. No matter how much he trusted the larger male, he was terrified of how much he could hurt him.
Bakura pulled him into his lap and kissed his cheek. "Hush," he said gently and rubbed his shoulder, "I wanted to pleasure you a little more than what we usually do, since no one will be around right now."
"What do you mean?" he asked more urgently, his muscles becoming tense and his body sitting rigid in Bakura's grip. Bakura became nervous, hoping that Ryou's tense muscles wouldn't affect his stomach again.
"I…" he blushed, never having to talk about what he would do with a partner. Ryou was different, and he knew this simple fact oh so well. He knew that after being violated so forcefully twice, Ryou was going to need to be reassured about what he was going to do to his body. "I wanted to touch your sex," he whispered in his ear, the grip on Ryou's shoulder tightening unconsciously as he talked about adult things. "That's all, I didn't want to do more; I know how fragile you are right now."
Ryou sat in silence, shifting his gaze between the corridor and Bakura. They had about forty-five minutes to do what they wanted in privacy that they rarely had since Ryou refused to show much affection towards Bakura when they were with other inmates. He whined quietly in his throat, trying to decide what to do. He dreamed of doing intimate things with Bakura, but was always too scared to act upon his desires, being content to let Bakura kiss him and cuddle him tenderly.
"You'll stop if I ask?" he murmured, teary eyes looking up at Bakura, begging to be told yes.
Bakura nodded and kissed his soft lips. "I promise I'll stop if you ask me," he whispered, his manner becoming gentler to help calm Ryou down.
"Okay," Ryou murmured, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to calm down. "Let's do it."
Bakura started with his tender kissing, knowing how much Ryou loved that. After a few shy moments, Ryou was responding nicely, trying hard to give back what Bakura gave him. Bakura was encouraged by this, deepening the kiss and using his tongue with Ryou for the first time.
Ryou gasped, wondering how Bakura's tongue could make him feel so warm and aroused, but tossed that thought aside as Bakura explored his mouth, discovering where he liked it and how stroking here and pressing there resulted in noises that made Bakura's pants feel a little too tight. The larger male had enough willpower to ignore it however, not wanting to distress Ryou any more than he already was.
Ryou melted under Bakura's expert mouth, surprising the male slightly and forcing him to wrap his arms around him to keep him from falling and hurting himself.
"Come down with me," he panted and broke the kiss, making his way down to the bottom bunk. Ryou's stomach tightened slightly in fear, but he pushed it aside, putting his trust in Bakura. The larger male gently took Ryou's hand and sat him down at the edge of the bed and knelt before him. He'd decided on doing things this way so his size or hovering over the boy wouldn't frighten Ryou.
Ryou looked at him nervously as Bakura parted his thighs gently and shifted closer to plant soft kisses on his chest. He moaned when Bakura played with his left nipple, wondering how thumbing the pink flesh could feel so good. He felt a blush spreading across his cheeks and cried out in pleasure when Bakura's hot mouth enclosed around the nipple and sucked a few times with varying pressure. He shifted anxiously, his hand slipping between his thighs to stroke his turgid cock, but Bakura gently swatted it away.
"Be patient, Ryou," he breathed against his nipple, the boy fisting the bare mattress so he wouldn't disturb Bakura. Bakura gently bit at his nipple and released it, but when he released he pinched the other, making Ryou jerk deliciously and cry out again. Bakura repeated this process for several sensual moments, Ryou's previously quiet pants becoming shallower and louder.
"Bakura…" he begged, wanting him to hurry. The male groaned softly, hearing his name in Ryou's strangled voice causing him more pleasure than if the boy had touched him directly. He finished up quickly with Ryou's nipples and kissed a hot trail down his torso to his navel, where he dipped his tongue in. He kissed, nipped and sucked all around the indent, making Ryou squirm and whine in pleasure, begging wordlessly for more. He enjoyed doing this, but broke the cycle and nipped a trail down until he hit the hem of Ryou's pants. He nipped all along the border that blocked entrance to Ryou's hardness as he slowly and lovingly undid the fly. He gently pulled Ryou's pants off and laid them beside Ryou on the bed and did the same with his underwear.
Ryou shivered from the cold and from nervousness, blushing when Bakura admired his hardness. His long fingers, roughened from who knows what, first started stroking up and down the length of his cock, making Ryou cry out in pure bliss. Bakura placed a soft kiss on the tip and suddenly cupped him roughly, making Ryou cough and see fuzzy stars. He whimpered from fear; even though Bakura was trying his hardest, he was still in complete control, and this fact frightened Ryou. Bakura sensed the change in mood from his partner and leaned up to give him a soft kiss, trying to soothe him.
"Ryou," he said, cupping his cheek tenderly. "If you need to stop, tell me and we can save this for another day." Ryou whimpered softly and managed a smile. He had the power to choose, he could make it all stop even if it tortured him. He wrapped his slender arms around Bakura's neck and hugged him. "I'm okay," he whispered and kissed his cheek lightly. "Please, stop teasing though," he pleaded.
Bakura smiled and kissed him again, happy to have found the problem quickly and solved it with Ryou. "I'll stop," he promised, giving him another quick kiss and going down on Ryou quickly.
Ryou didn't even have time to prepare for this sudden onslaught of pleasure, screaming and writhing under Bakura's expertise. His slender hands entangled themselves in Bakura's hair, which was tickling his stomach and inner thighs. Oddly, he found this to be erotic, a gentle touch contrasting with the long hard sucks on his cock. He curled slightly, trying to drive himself deeper into the wet tunnel of Bakura's mouth. He felt Bakura's strong hand fondling his balls, kneading gently at first and then cupping him roughly, repeating these steps to increase the pleasure for Ryou.
Ryou's hips jerked erratically, unaccustomed to performing this ritual, but with Bakura's other hand he found how to guide then suppress this need, not wanting to choke his lover.
He soon found himself slipping, and he tried to stop it. He wanted this to last so much longer, he wanted the pleasure to never cease, he wanted to know he was loved enough that Bakura would perform this ritual on him forever. Unfortunately for Ryou, his wish could not be granted as Bakura gave him a particularly hard suck coupled with a rough cupping. He felt his cock swell further and screamed, feeling himself release all of the pressure that he hadn't noticed building in his lower abdomen, coming so hard he fell forward into half-awareness, slumped on top of Bakura. He was shaking violently, waves of pleasure surging through his veins as he calmed, then was left shivering in the cold air.
Bakura withdrew from the private sanctuary nestled between Ryou's thighs, carefully letting Ryou fall forward into his waiting grip and rocking him tenderly. He admired the boy, how the sweat made his skin gleam beautifully and how his lips looked fuller from the passionate kisses. Ryou slowly stirred, murmuring inaudibly and looking up at Bakura with his beautiful doe's eyes.
"How are you feeling?" Bakura asked quietly. He wasn't sure why his tone was suddenly quiet, but he figured Ryou needed it after the strenuous activity. "Okay?" Ryou nodded, too tired to try and speak.
"Was it good?" he murmured, stroking Ryou's soft hair. The boy nodded again, smiling slightly.
Bakura was uncomfortable, his manhood turgid and needy for Ryou's attention. He didn't think the boy needed the extra work, deciding he was tired out and probably scared of doing anything more intimate for the time being. He thought of everything that disgusted him and imagined himself screwing it, finding that worked well enough to rid himself of his erection.
He gently lifted the boy and brought him back up to their top bunk, settling him in bed and pulling the blankets over his cold body.
Bakura went to descend the ladder, but stopped when he felt Ryou's hand touching his. He looked over to the boy, who merely tugged at his hand. Bakura moved closer and leaned down.
"What is it, Ryou?" he murmured tenderly, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
It took a moment for Ryou to say what he wanted to say, the words choking him and getting stuck in his throat as he tried to say them. "I…" he breathed deeply, released it, and tried again. "I…"
"Ryou, you can tell me anything," he murmured, pushing the tired boy's hair back from his face and smiling warmly down at him.
"I… I love you," he whispered finally, blushing red and matching the color of a ripe tomato.
Bakura blinked, staring at the smaller male. When he was quiet for too long, Ryou became upset and started apologizing. "I-I'm sorry, Bakura! Forget I s-said anything! I'm so stu-!" He was cut off when Bakura kissed him, leaving their mouths open so Ryou would be pleased.
"I love you, too," he replied, pulling away just enough so that his lips still brushed against Ryou's, whose mouth was hanging open slightly in surprise. "I've loved you since I first saw you, and I know that I'll never love anyone like I love you." A tear leaked from Ryou's eye, followed by another and another, until they merely flowed into each other and made it hard to count them. Bakura hushed him gently and kissed him again, feeling Ryou's arms wrap around his neck. He held the boy close, but broke away when he heard people returning from dinner. He hopped down from the bed and waited patiently for something. Ryou watched him curiously, wiping away stray tears, then smiled when he saw Malik and Marik giving Bakura food so they both could eat. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he saw it.
Bakura quickly returned to Ryou's side, setting the food down and pulling the boy in his lap and holding him close. There was bread, an orange for both of them, and some jell-o cake for dessert. They ate in silence, sometimes Bakura feeding Ryou a bite of whatever was in his hand, making the boy giggle, blush, then bite it shyly. When they finished, Bakura was leaning back against the wall, holding Ryou close. "Whenever you want to do that again, you just have to tell me," he whispered, kissing the lobe of Ryou's ear. "And I bet you can do that too, I bet you can love me the same way," trying and succeeding to get Ryou to blush, getting him to think about adult things. Ryou looked up at him, frightened of what the larger male was implying. "Not today!" he reassured him, pushing his bangs beck tenderly, "We'll do it another day, when you feel ready. I'll only do these things with you if you're ready, and only if you say so absolutely."
Ryou looked relieved and kissed the male's lips gently. He smiled sweetly, an action that made him look like an angel in that Hell-hole, well, he looked like one in Bakura's opinion. He lay down with the male, kissing him tenderly, and even using his tongue, but wouldn't go past that, he wouldn't arouse the boy's instincts again that day. Ryou adjusted to the sensation and managed to return Bakura's affections, but was constantly shy and nervous, afraid of consequences that could come of certain actions. It seemed that Bakura wasn't going to hurt him in any way, not that evening however, and he surrendered to the pleasant feeling of Bakura's tongue in his mouth. They continued this until lights out, each enjoying the feel, taste, and scent of the other. When the lights went out, they wished each other good night, like they always did, but now added a quiet "I love you" at the end. Ryou fell asleep feeling more complete than he had in his entire life.
Bakura stayed awake longer, listening to the familiar sounds of Ryou slipping into a peaceful slumber. "You don't know what you are to me," he whispered in the boy's ear, leaving the gentlest of kisses on his soft cheek and slipping quietly to sleep as well.