YM: Here's my lemon!
Bakura: About time! I've been waiting for a month. Wait no, 1. . 2. . .3. . .3 months!!!
YM: My summer's been busy, but I decided that this could be a present to make going back to school better, 'cause some people don't like to go.
EC: Just start it already.
YM: Ok. Oh, wait. I have to ask, did you *not* like my PG-13 ending? No body, not even 1 person left a review, and I was wondering if it sucked to high heaven. If it did, will you give me a few suggestions as to what to change?
EC: Yeah, I thought it was good!
YM: -_-' of *course* you did. You came up with it. I think it was sappy as all hell.
EC: Deal with it!
YM :-P
Bakura: Stop arguing and start the fic!
YM: Weeeellllllllllllll. . . .. . . .
Yami: I know, I know. Disclaimer.
YM: Yep!!
Bakura: Well do the damn thing!!
Yami: That's not very nice.
Bakura: *tube of anime hair gel appears from no where* Do it or I will. *sink appears with open drain*
Yami: O_O IIIiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!!!! *extremely fast* YM doesn't own anything and if you sue her then all you'll get is her annoying little brother and her pit-bull puppies.
EC: Okay, here comes Bakura's lemon. Written by YM and EC. Co-written by Bakura.
YM: Oh, and I must warn you. This chapter is rated NC-17. There is graphic sex, so if you can't stomach it, don't read it. And don't flame me 'cause I'm lazy and didn't change the overall rating. This is your warning. Turn back, or go on. You're on your own now.
//Bakura Notes//
///YM Notes///
*emphasis*
Change.
{Bakura to Ryou}
\\Ryou to Bakura\\
Chappie 6: Bakura's Lemon
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"R-Ryou?" he asked quietly, bending down to his light half. Ryou, who had his head pulled to his knees looked up slowly at his Yami. His face was tear streaked and his eyes were puffy and bright scarlet; he looked thoroughly tormented. Then, he did something Bakura never, ever thought he would do. Ryou leapt up faster than Bakura cared to register and wrapped his pale slender arms around his Yami's neck, crushing Bakura's lips with his own. . . . . . . .
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The sudden weight of Ryou forced Bakura to fall down backwards, but he didn't even notice. He was too busy paying attention to the small boy on top of him. Ryou kissed him relentlessly //wait a second. Rewind// ///Bakura!! You're not supposed to do that!!/// //Shut up!! You said I could write too. Well, I'm editing// Rewind. Stop. Play. He was to busy paying attention to the small boy on top of him. If this is a dream, Ra, don't you dare wake me up. Bakura thought as he ran his tongue across Ryou's bottom lip, asking for and receiving entrance. Ryou broke the kiss first, in a great need of breath. When he caught it seconds later, he whispered to his Yami,
"I love you. Aishiteru, Jamevous, Yo amor tu. I love you more than life itself." This stunned Bakura more than he cared to admit. Did Ryou just. . . .No. I'm hearing things. He couldn't-Bakura thought, but he stopped when Ryou latched back onto his lips, giving him little less than a scorching kiss. Kissing up his light's cheek, he drew a shiver from Ryou as he worried his ear lobe gently between his teeth.
He kissed down Ryou's neck, nipping softly now and again. As he sucked on Ryou's pulse, the subject of which arched into Bakura's touch, groaning softly,
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh. Y-ammmmmmmmmmi." Really, no coherent words were formed, but it really didn't matter as Bakura slid cool hands under Ryou's shirt to ghost over his light's skin, being extremely careful of his injuries. Ryou arched further into his Yami's touch, the soft touches driving him crazy. So responsive. thought Bakura as he nipped Ryou's neck one last time before sliding off his shirt in one liquid movement. Kissing down his chest, Bakura took one of Ryou's semi-erect nipples into his mouth and sucked on it, harder and harder until Ryou cried out softly and writhed under his onslaught. Softly, perhaps even tenderly, he traced the thin scars that littered Ryou's chest with soft kisses, and sometimes short laps with his tongue.
It was a soft apology, and Ryou knew it.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm. Uhhhhh-ooohhhhh. Y-Yami……mmmmmmmm…… s-soooo-ohhh goooood." he moaned, trying to form sentances and failing miserably. Bakura ghosted down his light's chest and lapped at his navel thrice. Then, he sat up and Ryou whined, not being able to really form sentences. Removing his shirt he leaned back down to Ryou and kissed him softly.
Responding eagerly, Ryou asked for access this time, learning quickly. Sparing with Bakura, he won //wait a second. Rewind// ///Bakura STOP IT!! You're ruining the mood!/// //Oh shut up// Rewind. Stop. Play. Sparing with Bakura, he was allowed to win, and he shyly explored his dark half's mouth before breaking for air. Ryou, gaining what seemed surprisingly akin to encouragement, drew a line of butterfly kisses down his dark's neck, the soft touches leaving Bakura wanting more. A small tongue darted out, coming in contact with a sensitive pink nub of flesh.
"Mmmmmmm." Bakura moaned, throwing his head back. Encouraged, Ryou coated the second one with saliva and blew cool air over it. Bakura was on the highest level of heaven he could imagine.
"uhhhhhhhh. R-Ryou-mmmmmmmmm." was all he could manage as he writhed under his light's treatment. Ryou enjoyed his Yami being the one who couldn't form coherent thoughts for once. He was even more pleased because it was his doing. Sucking softly and alternating between kissing and swiping his tongue, he made his way to Bakura's navel at an agonizingly slow, if not teasing pace. After less than a minute of this slow form of torture, Bakura kissed his light and flipped them over, once again gaining dominance. Relieving his light of his pants and smiley face boxers, which he quirked at, he started his own form of sweet torture. He started on the insides of Bakura's thighs, but he stayed away from the organ that was aching to be touched, only centimeters away.
Ryou was dying. The sweet torture his Yami was putting him through was about as bad as physical pain. Just a centimeter and a half to the right, and Ryou would be in bliss. But no, payback is sweet, if there is one thing his Yami taught him, it was that. He wriggled his hips just slightly to get even the tiniest bit of friction, but Bakura pinned his hips to the ground with his hands. He groaned in protest, but then let out a strangled mewl as Bakura very lightly grazed against his painfully erect organ with his tongue. He moaned in pleasure when Bakura wrapped one of his pale hands around his light's rock hard sex.
Ryou's hips were held still as Bakura pumped his hand relentlessly, pulling him to the edge. Then, just as he was about to climax, Bakura took his hand away. Ryou growled angrily; he had thought his Yami had gotten enough payback. Then, he found out that it wasn't a punishment as he screamed in pleasure. Bakura gave him a deep throater as he sucked on his lover's cock.
That was all Ryou needed. He cried out as he spilled his essence into his Yami's greedy and waiting mouth. Ryou's mind was reeling. He didn't coherent thought floating around in his head, much less his brain, which had become the equivalent to liquefied.
Then, he felt more than saw his Yami lean over him and just look at him. A second later, he was being kissed softly. Then, something intruded in his body. It didn't hurt, exactly, it just felt, uncomfortable. Then, what he registered another finger entered with the first one. It hurt worse, but it was dulled because his Yami had gone to playing with his nipples. Then, the third finger was added, and Ryou almost cried out in pain. Almost being key word. He did, however, clench his eyes shut and yelp. He tried to relax against the strange intrusion, not really knowing what his Yami was doing or why, but not really caring either. Just when he started to get used to the fingers being there, they were removed.
He then felt something push against his entrance. Bakura entered Ryou in one smooth stroke, burying himself up to the hilt. At this Ryou did cry out in pain. Tears quickly collected in the corners of his eyes; it felt like he was being cut in half. Bakura leaned down and kissed the tears away and ran one hand through Ryou's snowy hair, trying to calm him down. He hated to see his light cry, but he knew it would feel better; but he hoped it wouldn't take long, because he was on one of the highest levels of heaven there was; he had never even dreamed something could feel this good.
His light was tight and hot and squeezing and oh! Coherent thought was becoming hard to manage. Then, Ryou opened his perfect chocolate colored eyes and smiled at his Yami, blissfully smiled.
That was all Bakura needed. He drew out about half way and rammed back into his light's delicious heat, cautious about hurting his light even at such high level of ecstasy. When his light whimpered softly, he pulled out all the way and slammed back in. Ryou lifted his hips to meet the thrust, and this was the breaking point for Bakura. He set a fast hard, maybe even savage pace, ramming Ryou further into the mattress with each thrust. Ryou wound his fingers in the sheet making delicious sounds from deep in his throat. Kissing him hard, Bakura reached down to pump his lover's cock in strong even thrusts. This had Ryou outright screaming in ecstasy, head thrown back and eyes closed from the sheer velocity of the waves of pleasure that were taking him, making up his entire world of three elements: Ryou, Bakura, and Pleasure. The mix was heaven incarnate, and nothing could prepare him for the explosion and he fell over the edge, taking Bakura with him at the same time. His world exploded, turned upside-down, crashed, righted itself and went up in a blaze of fiery passion. In short, he was out of breath and panting as Bakura collapsed, his Yami being spent too.
Ryou snuggled into his Yami's arms and laid his head on the pillow and his Yami's chest. Pillow? Wait, we were in our soul room. How did we get here? Ryou thought as he just barely lifted his head. In my room?! He had just enough energy to be surprised.
{I brought us here. Go to sleep}
\\Yami?\\
{Yes?}
\\I love you\\
{. . . . .I love you too Ryou}
Ryou smiled as he hugged his Yami tighter, just on the brink of sleep.
\\I know. I know\\
~Owari (the end)~
YM: My second lemon is done!! And it sucked worse than the practice!! I'm a failure. Ph well. Like we didn't know that one ^_^
Bakura: It wasn't that bad.
YM: You just want me to do another one.
Bakura: Is it that obvious?
EC: Yep.
Bakura: Damn.
Ryou: :o Yami!
Bakura: Uh, gomen.
EC: You're soooooo cute!!! *glomps Ryou*
Ryou: . Can't Breathe!!
Bakura: *growls* Get. Off. Of. My. Boyfriend. NOW.
EC: *lets go and slowly backs away*
YM: *scowls and whispers* Hiei, Yami, attack.
Hiei & Yami: *growl and stand in their baskets*
Bakura: Oh Shi- *dogs lunge* Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
Veiwers: *sounds of shredding clothing and screaming fill the air*
Yami: Finally, they're taking a break from chewing on me.
Bakura: *yelling* That's my leg!! It doesn't go that way!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
YM: It does now.
EC: *Huggles Ryou* Well, I think it's safe to say, THAT'S ALL FOLKS!!
YM: -_-'
Yami: She watches too many cartoons.
YM: I know. Why do you think she's so messed up?
Yami: o.O