WARNING DESU WARNING DESU CONTAINS LEMON DESU!

That's right, ladies and gentlemen! This chapter is rated M for smut! (as I feel proud of myself) If you don't want to read the smexy times, skip over the last part of the fic. I shall indicate (desu) where it starts.

A super awesome hug to all of my reviewers!

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Akane: Where's Punkie-chan?

Me: *cries* I don't know! She...She-

Punkie-chan: What?

Me: *sniff sniff* WAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Punkie-chan: Errr... *sweatdrop*

And once again, I am so sorry for the shitty quality of chapter 13/3, I had this idea in my head, and it was just a matter of getting to it. Then...well, it just died from there. Yeah. So, this chapter (with relatively quick update (desu)) is my apology for that.

Chapter 4

Bakura pulled the black van into the parking lot of a small motel. It was rather quaint; no unnecessary extravagance or anything to that extent. The motel consisted of one two- story building painted off-white with light navy trim bordering the windows and corners. In front of the entrance there was a small flower and sapling garden.

The check-in process was simpler than I would have ever imagined. Bakura took a random wad of bills out of his jacket pocket and said,

"One night, two rooms."

The innkeeper gave him a blunt look and took the money. Rummaging through a drawer, he pulled out two keys for rooms.

Nothing else was said.

I suppose...that's good?

The room arrangement was as follows: Amanet with Bakura, and me with Ryou. I blushed beet-red when I discovered that, but persevered with the decision; I still had to talk to him.

The two dark halves retired to bed early, (and by early, I mean before us, as it certainly was late by the time we got to the place) while Ryou and I sat in our room in uneasy stills.

"Umm, Ryou?" I murmured. "Are you alright?"

His face fell to the floor before he responded.

"Yes, I'm fine-"

I couldn't accept that.

"You most certainly are not fine! I can tell you're upset, so let it out! Tell me what's going on in your head right now. Please?"

The whitette sighed and shrugged.

"It's everything, Akane-chan. A few months ago, I would only leave my house to go grocery shopping and such. Now, we've been chased from our home by people who think I killed your father. Wouldn't anyone be a bit more than depressed in this kind of situation?"

I couldn't say anything to counter that. Everything was true. Although Bakura should be the one being pursued, he committed the crime from within Ryou's body, thus showing no evidence of the Yami's involvement in the crime.

"Hurray for crappy predicaments." I mumbled sarcastically. Hobbling over to the bed where Ryou was sitting from a chair in the corner, I sat down beside him and embraced his shoulders firmly.

"I don't want you to be unhappy. I know that it's difficult now, but there's always darkness before the dawn, right? So we haveto make it through this; and I believe with all my heart that we can, and will."

His endless brown eyes met mine in surprise. Behind all of the initial reaction, another feeling shone stronger than any other: pure love. Squeezing out of the embrace, he stood over me and clasped my chin. With a gentle pull, he brought his lips to mine. They started off slow and soft with light touches and caresses, but they gradually grew more passionate; almost needy to a certain extent. Ryou's chest pressed against my body, pushing me over onto my back. The squishy spring of the mattress bounced a bit as I hit, but it didn't interrupt either of us; nothing could now.

==The lemon. It begins now desu. Advert your eyes should you desire. But you don't really want to do that. No...==

I was now sprawled on the bed, fiery red hair flowing out around my head on a rather disorganized manner, and my love was half laying-half sitting over me, balanced on his forearms situated on either side of my head. His delicate lips wandered from my own and started tracking down my jaw and neck. I couldn't help but moan as he did that. The feeling was indescribable; shivers ran down my spine with every touch. Everything I had ever known was pounding through me with every beat of my heart. It wasn't too long before my entire body felt like it was on fire! Gazing at Ryou's perfectly symmetrical face with half-lidded eyes, I could sense my heart more and more with the fire that raged inside my body.

Untold units of time passed, and before I could tell what was going on, Ryou and I were both shirtless. His (warmer than his usual ice-cold, but still rather chilled) hands ran up and down along my waist until they stopped at my bra. He didn't remove it like I expected him to, but he worked his fingers under the fabric and started rubbing my nipple. Shockwaves of pleasure went coursing through my entire body as he touched me, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning under my breath. Ryou smiled at my responses and pressed harder, played a bit rougher.

This side of him was foreign to me, but I would never say that it didn't turn me on. In fact, every forceful touch made me...want him even more. I rolled us over so I was straddling his hips, and gazed down at his pale form. He was blushing heavily as I looked longingly at him. Every muscle on his flawless abs was, well, flawless. They were toned, but not protruding grotesque masses. I leaned over and nibbled at his ear sensually.

"I...I want to..." I breathed, but never finished by sentence.

Gradually sliding down his chest, I made my way to his pant waist. I swiftly did away with the button and zipper before dragging them off his thin legs. The hardening lump of an erection was even more obvious than usual now, and he was left only in his briefs, which I also pulled off, releasing his throbbing member.

And let me say, it was in no way, in concern to size, insignificant.

The whitette's blush deepened to a wine-red as I ran my lips down his lower abdomen.

"A-Akane..." he whispered breathily. I extended my tongue to lick from the head of his cock to the base, tasting the slightly salty pre-cum leaking from it. His groans were audible now, moaning for me.

"S-stop teasing me... Akane-..."

I chuckled slightly before complying and took his entirety into my mouth. His breath hitched as it entered, and it continued throbbing as my tongue made its way around his rock-hard shaft. At some point I started sucking on it too, listening to the revelry of Ryou's voice.

I could sense that he was almost at his end. At that point, I removed his cock from my mouth and sat up. Ryou looked at me questioningly with half-lidded eyes. I smirked humorlessly before undoing the clasps on my pants and bra. Sending both to the floor, I returned to my position straddling over him. His eyes widened in astonishment before whispering into my ear.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded and kissed along his jaw line. Not hesitating whatsoever, he grabbed at my panties and removed them quickly. I was already wet from the exhilaration of our most recent escapades, and he bowled me back over so he was on top. I wrapped my legs around his waist and muzzled my face into the crook of his neck. He took a quick second to adjust himself before plunging into me. It was a strange sort of pain: unarmed enough to inspire reaction, but still made me want to cry out in ecstasy. Every barrier I had ever build to protect myself from the world was suddenly broken in that one instant. As I cried out, Ryou stopped his movements, seemingly in concern.

"Please...Ryou move. Move faster..." I begged. It was out of my character to beg for anything, I thought, bit at this point I deemed it appropriate. He didn't wait long before pulling out slightly, only to thrust back in harder. I had clearly died and gone to heaven. Every feeling I experienced; be it his cock pounding into me or fondling my breasts between his fingers, forced loud gasps and moans out of my lips between fierce kisses.

In this existence, there was no "time" or "world" in which we lived. All there was was the roaring pleasure coursing through our bodies as we became one. The situation we were in didn't matter, nor did we ever pause from our love-making to think of it. To me, all there was to life was Ryou, and I have no doubt in my mind he was feeling the same thing.

I felt my walls clamp around him as I reached the peak of my orgasm. Nothing could dampen the sound of me crying out my lover's name as I felt him release inside of me. It was odd; I had never felt so... complete.

"Akane, I love you. My heart, no matter what may befall us, will forever be yours." he whispered into my ear as he pulled himself out. I was utterly spent, I hardly had enough energy to stay awake much longer. Before I fell asleep, though, I did say something:

"And mine with yours, Ryou. I could never say how much I love you... I want us to stay this way forever..."

A/N:

Well, that was my first lemon. My dear friend Morgen thought I was a total perv because I was descriptive...and also because I wrote it in school (which is frowned upon, apparently) and in the back seat of a car where my parents were driving. COMPLETELY CONSPICUOUS DESU! Approximately 66.3% of this chapter is citrus. Me=hentai...

Rena: KONO HENTAI!

...Anywho.

This chapter is dedicated to my soul sister Punk Rock Kitsune (if you haven't checked out her stuff...CHECK IT OUT SHE'S EFFING AMAZING!) who proved that het lemons actually exist on this website. Pro. Skills. ^^ And now... Robot Monkey Tristan, DISCLAIM DESU!

Tristan Timothy Taylor: Riv-chan owns absolutely nothing! Even her soul died! It really sucks, because now she is developing multiple personalities within her mind to compensate!

Akane: I'm one of em!

Rena: As am I.

Ryou: I just sit around doing nothing.

Marik: KILL YOUR FAMILY KILL YOUR FAMILY KILL YOUR FAMILY KILL YOUR FAMILY KILL YOUR FAMI-

Me: NOOOO MAKE THE VOICES STOP!

Tristan: You are the only one who understands me, Riv-chan's boobs!

Errr... awkward.

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This is Riv, signing out! Ja ne!

(Did you see that, Punkie-chan? Now your catchphrase hath been stolen! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!)