Koimonogatari
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai, flavor of Sprite. If you don't know what that means, you are strongly advised to leave. All flames will be publicly ridiculed at your expense.
Disclaimer - I don't own YGO, but after reading this chapter, you'll probably wish I did...
Sheenagami [mm.org] - Malik's the yami, Marik's the hikari. As I mentioned earlier, Marik and Malik sound exactly the same in Japanese, so it doesn't really matter which I name once character or the other. Secondly, I didn't really want to make any more confusion by inserting another "Yami-Hikari" relationship because it's confusing enough. And you're probably right; most people do think I'm really smart and I don't like it when people get better marks than I do; I'm also really arrogant.
Note: To anyone who might be confused, Yami is actually Yami Yugi's name, so Ryou calls him Yami, Pharaoh, or the pharaoh. Since Yami is also Bakura's title in relationship to Ryou, Ryou also calls Bakura Yami, the same way we might call someone Prince or Father.
Me: Hmm... I've chilled the glass, rimmed it with salt, added the ice and tequila... I think something's missing from my margarita.
Seto: *whisperwhisper*
Me: *blushes* Oops, I nearly forgot... a squeeze of lemon or lime... *stirs drink*
Chapter 13
Yurushi
yurushi - forgiveness
"Did you miss me?" Ryou asked sardonically, staring at the wall rather than looking at Bakura.
Bakura knew that his answer to this question meant much more to Ryou than he let on. His eyes softened as he gazed at the boy whose stubbornness he was so fond of. "Too much," he replied, sitting down next to Ryou on the edge of the bed. "It's good to have you home again."
Ryou looked up, startled; he hadn't expected such a direct answer. He leaned into Bakura's warm embrace, feeling the sparks travel along his spine at his yami's touch and resting his head on his shoulder. Ryou sighed. "It's good to be back. You didn't really think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?"
At this, Bakura knew he had been forgiven. Holding Ryou even closer, he laughed lightly. "No, and I didn't want to." Ryou felt Bakura's warm breath on his cheek, and as he was sure his heart might just suddenly stop, he felt Bakura's lips on his own.
Just a little curious, Ryou opened his eyes and saw Bakura's open eyes smirking back at him. His surprise gave Bakura the chance to slip his tongue past Ryou's lips and tentatively explore his mouth. Ryou's eyes fluttered shut again, the sudden intrusion bringing a red flush to his cheeks.
"I warned you, didn't I?" Bakura breathed. "You know what your blushes do to me."
With a suddenly mischievous look that Bakura didn't recall ever seeing in his hikari, Ryou leaned back sharply, his arms pulling Bakura down with him so that he lay reclined. "What if that's what I want to do to you?"
At this, even Bakura blushed. For how long had he imagined being above Ryou like this? Even beneath him? Ryou had been the object of his lust since they had met, even before he had realized he loved him.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Ryou teased.
Bakura silenced him with a kiss. "No, but I've got yours." He kissed Ryou deeply, nipping Ryou's tongue lightly with his teeth. He didn't expect the faint moan that followed, but he kissed Ryou again to see if he could evoke another moan from him. He did; and this one was louder.
Bakura looked down at Ryou, whose lips were wet and slightly swollen. He fingered the fine linen shirt that Yami had given his hikari, admiring the high thread count and the way it was nearly transparent. Ryou's rose-colored nipples were visible through the thin white cloth, and they pressed against the taut fabric.
"Linen like this... was worth stealing. It was worn only by royalty and the very wealthy," Bakura commented. "It's a shame it'll have to go." He slipped the garment off Ryou's slightly quivering shoulders.
As Bakura concentrated on making the perfect mark on the side of Ryou's neck, Ryou wondered how all of this was possible. Only a month ago what was happening now happened only in his dreams and fantasies. He had thought that was enough, that he really didn't need any more than that, but now he couldn't see how it was possible to stay sane with what he had had.
His thoughts were interrupted from time to time by the electric jolt of Bakura's shirt buttons grazing his sensitized nipples. Bakura knew very well what it was doing to the boy beneath him, and when he stood to admire the small red mark that made Ryou his, he wasn't surprised to see the skin of Ryou's chest flushed faint pink.
Placing his fingertips at Ryou's knees where they bent over the edge of the bed, Bakura traced the inseams of Ryou's leather pants. Ryou's eyes flew open as he felt his yami's fingers reach his upper thighs and moaned helplessly when he saw Bakura's smirk. He squeezed his knees together reflexively, but it was too late; Bakura cupped him in his palm and stroked him through the leather with his thumb.
Bakura heard the hitch in Ryou's already erratic breathing. "Do you know how well the pharaoh's pants fit you?" Ryou's answering shudder told him he did. Now applying more pressure with his thumb, he continued, "You're not wearing anything under these, are you?" Ryou whimpered softly and pressed his hips into Bakura's now retreating hand.
Ryou opened his eyes to see Bakura straddle his hips. From his reclining position, he was given a full view of the bulge at the juncture of his yami's spread legs. His mouth suddenly went dry.
Bakura slowly undid the laces of Ryou's borrowed pants; amazed at how unsteady his fingers were. He leaned down to give Ryou a kiss of reassurance before his hand reached under the leather and found what it sought.
Ryou gasped in pleasure as Bakura's hand closed over his aching cock. Bakura smirked, varying the pressure and speed of his movements. Straddling Ryou's hips, he gave Ryou a perfect view of the bulge at the juncture of his spread legs, then sat down on Ryou's thighs to still the involuntary jerks of Ryou's legs.
He leaned down and covered Ryou's mouth with his own. As Ryou's eye began to glaze, he stopped the movements of his hand.
When Ryou's eyes cleared, he gave Bakura a questioning look. His hand was still wrapped tightly around his cock but had just suddenly stopped. Bakura smirked and kissed him again. "Move," he whispered into his mouth. "Fuck my fist."
Ryou thrusted into the hand, reveling in the sensations that washed over him. "Nn... hentai..." he groaned when Bakura's hand moved to meet his thrusts. As Ryou dug his fingers in the sheets beneath him, Bakura caught one of Ryou's wrists with his free hand and placed Ryou's fingertips at a pebbled nipple.
"I want to see you touch yourself." Ryou moaned at the suggestion, worrying one small nub as Bakura tugged at the other. His gaze fell on his supposedly innocent light, and he was pleased in the way he had become this wanton angel in a matter of minutes.
A faint sheen of sweat had appeared at Ryou's brow, and the sounds of his labored breathing filled the silence. As Ryou began to toss his head from side to side, Bakura crushed his lips to Ryou's in a long, slow kiss that seemed to defy the urgentness of the moment.
The force of his climax drove the breath from his lungs as he moaned against Bakura's lips. Bakura felt the flesh in his fingers pulse and hot come spill over his fingers onto Ryou's bare chest. Bringing his hand to his lips, he licked it clean and savored the rich, salty flavor that was uniquely Ryou's. After cleaning Ryou's skin as well, he kissed Ryou, letting his tongue move over Ryou's so that he might taste himself.
"That was... it was amazing..." Ryou murmured. His eyes fluttered shut, and he curled onto his side, breathing evenly. Bakura lay down beside him, propped up on one elbow to gaze at his sleeping hikari. Ryou moved closer to him for warmth, molding the backs of his knees to the front of his and his leather clad bottom into his lap.
Where it rubbed against his still-hard arousal. Bakura groaned softly. Ryou shivered a little and snuggled even closer. Bakura could not conceive of a way to pull the blankets out from under them to cover Ryou, and the creak of leather against leather made him even harder.
Ryou's movements eventually made the leather pants slide off his hips to reveal the two perfect marble globes of his ass. These, as before, ground into his lap in a way Bakura could have sworn was conscious. He bit his lip; if this went on any longer, he'd probably come in his pants.
He turned and threw a leg lazily over Bakura's hip and settled his head comfortably in the hollow of his neck. Bakura tried to move away, but Ryou's weight kept him where he was. In the minutes that passed, dusk became night and without light, it as nearly impossible to see. Despite this, he felt the laces of his pants suddenly loosen and looking down, saw a glimpse of a smile Ryou was trying to hide.
"Ryou? Ryou, you're not asleep, are you?" he asked softly.
Ryou's grin widened. "I'm not the only one who can pretend to be asleep, you know."
Bakura remembered the time he had caught Ryou in his soul room at night and chuckled. Threading his fingers through Ryou's hair, he bent down to give him a fond, chaste kiss. In his distraction, Ryou reached down and took Bakura's length in his hand. "And it's not as if I'd fall asleep and leave you in this condition."
In the near pitch darkness, Ryou shed the hindersome pants that had gathered at his knees and knelt beside Bakura. Moving his hand to the base of his yami's cock, he blew lightly over the tip of the shaft. Muscles visibly tensed as Bakura shivered from the sudden heat of Ryou's breath.
Ryou slowly licked away all traces of the clear liquid that had gathered at the tip, slowly dragging his tongue along the underside. When he traced the ridge beneath the head, he heard a loud hiss escape from Bakura's lips. Ryou shivered, knowing that he was the one who had affected Bakura so.
"Don't stop," Bakura moaned in the darkness. Ryou answered by taking in all he could manage to where his lips met his fist. He allowed his lips to drag along the sensitive skin, and when he reached the head, turned his attentions wholly to the slit at the tip. Tasting the saltiness that now seeped freely from him, he dipped the tip of his tongue repeatedly into the slit. Bakura thrust into his mouth, his fingers tangled in his hair. His fingernails dug into Ryou's scalp, and when he hit the back of Ryou's throat and Ryou reflexively swallowed around him, Bakura cried out harshly and spilled his passion into Ryou's mouth.
Ryou swallowed as much as he could and let the rest splatter on his sheets. Licking his lips, he gazed into Bakura's half-lidded eyes. "You taste good, Yami..." Ryou whispered finally. Bakura faintly wondered where Ryou had learned to do this. Running his fingers through Ryou's hair in a futile attempt to straighten out the sexy mess, he gave up and held his hikari against him as their breathing slowed.
"Ai shiteru..." Bakura whispered fervently to his sleeping hikari. Ryou could not hear him; he slept too soundly. "I love you."
Author's Note:
Wow... I can't believe I just wrote that... It took genuine effort not to use up all of my little tricks before I'll really need them in two more chapters. Believe me, this is not the best I can do; I'm holding back. And who knows what my hentai mind might come up with in two weeks or so.
I don't know if you noticed or not, but I guess I made Ryou sound like a little slut in this one. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not, or how it'll effect the plot... Well anyway, hope you enjoyed it, and tell me whether it should be called a lemon or lime.
Please review!
Fic's Statistics:
[2] more chapters to hold out for...
Warning(s) - Yaoi/shounen-ai, flavor of Sprite. If you don't know what that means, you are strongly advised to leave. All flames will be publicly ridiculed at your expense.
Disclaimer - I don't own YGO, but after reading this chapter, you'll probably wish I did...
Sheenagami [mm.org] - Malik's the yami, Marik's the hikari. As I mentioned earlier, Marik and Malik sound exactly the same in Japanese, so it doesn't really matter which I name once character or the other. Secondly, I didn't really want to make any more confusion by inserting another "Yami-Hikari" relationship because it's confusing enough. And you're probably right; most people do think I'm really smart and I don't like it when people get better marks than I do; I'm also really arrogant.
Note: To anyone who might be confused, Yami is actually Yami Yugi's name, so Ryou calls him Yami, Pharaoh, or the pharaoh. Since Yami is also Bakura's title in relationship to Ryou, Ryou also calls Bakura Yami, the same way we might call someone Prince or Father.
Me: Hmm... I've chilled the glass, rimmed it with salt, added the ice and tequila... I think something's missing from my margarita.
Seto: *whisperwhisper*
Me: *blushes* Oops, I nearly forgot... a squeeze of lemon or lime... *stirs drink*
Chapter 13
Yurushi
yurushi - forgiveness
"Did you miss me?" Ryou asked sardonically, staring at the wall rather than looking at Bakura.
Bakura knew that his answer to this question meant much more to Ryou than he let on. His eyes softened as he gazed at the boy whose stubbornness he was so fond of. "Too much," he replied, sitting down next to Ryou on the edge of the bed. "It's good to have you home again."
Ryou looked up, startled; he hadn't expected such a direct answer. He leaned into Bakura's warm embrace, feeling the sparks travel along his spine at his yami's touch and resting his head on his shoulder. Ryou sighed. "It's good to be back. You didn't really think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?"
At this, Bakura knew he had been forgiven. Holding Ryou even closer, he laughed lightly. "No, and I didn't want to." Ryou felt Bakura's warm breath on his cheek, and as he was sure his heart might just suddenly stop, he felt Bakura's lips on his own.
Just a little curious, Ryou opened his eyes and saw Bakura's open eyes smirking back at him. His surprise gave Bakura the chance to slip his tongue past Ryou's lips and tentatively explore his mouth. Ryou's eyes fluttered shut again, the sudden intrusion bringing a red flush to his cheeks.
"I warned you, didn't I?" Bakura breathed. "You know what your blushes do to me."
With a suddenly mischievous look that Bakura didn't recall ever seeing in his hikari, Ryou leaned back sharply, his arms pulling Bakura down with him so that he lay reclined. "What if that's what I want to do to you?"
At this, even Bakura blushed. For how long had he imagined being above Ryou like this? Even beneath him? Ryou had been the object of his lust since they had met, even before he had realized he loved him.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Ryou teased.
Bakura silenced him with a kiss. "No, but I've got yours." He kissed Ryou deeply, nipping Ryou's tongue lightly with his teeth. He didn't expect the faint moan that followed, but he kissed Ryou again to see if he could evoke another moan from him. He did; and this one was louder.
Bakura looked down at Ryou, whose lips were wet and slightly swollen. He fingered the fine linen shirt that Yami had given his hikari, admiring the high thread count and the way it was nearly transparent. Ryou's rose-colored nipples were visible through the thin white cloth, and they pressed against the taut fabric.
"Linen like this... was worth stealing. It was worn only by royalty and the very wealthy," Bakura commented. "It's a shame it'll have to go." He slipped the garment off Ryou's slightly quivering shoulders.
As Bakura concentrated on making the perfect mark on the side of Ryou's neck, Ryou wondered how all of this was possible. Only a month ago what was happening now happened only in his dreams and fantasies. He had thought that was enough, that he really didn't need any more than that, but now he couldn't see how it was possible to stay sane with what he had had.
His thoughts were interrupted from time to time by the electric jolt of Bakura's shirt buttons grazing his sensitized nipples. Bakura knew very well what it was doing to the boy beneath him, and when he stood to admire the small red mark that made Ryou his, he wasn't surprised to see the skin of Ryou's chest flushed faint pink.
Placing his fingertips at Ryou's knees where they bent over the edge of the bed, Bakura traced the inseams of Ryou's leather pants. Ryou's eyes flew open as he felt his yami's fingers reach his upper thighs and moaned helplessly when he saw Bakura's smirk. He squeezed his knees together reflexively, but it was too late; Bakura cupped him in his palm and stroked him through the leather with his thumb.
Bakura heard the hitch in Ryou's already erratic breathing. "Do you know how well the pharaoh's pants fit you?" Ryou's answering shudder told him he did. Now applying more pressure with his thumb, he continued, "You're not wearing anything under these, are you?" Ryou whimpered softly and pressed his hips into Bakura's now retreating hand.
Ryou opened his eyes to see Bakura straddle his hips. From his reclining position, he was given a full view of the bulge at the juncture of his yami's spread legs. His mouth suddenly went dry.
Bakura slowly undid the laces of Ryou's borrowed pants; amazed at how unsteady his fingers were. He leaned down to give Ryou a kiss of reassurance before his hand reached under the leather and found what it sought.
Ryou gasped in pleasure as Bakura's hand closed over his aching cock. Bakura smirked, varying the pressure and speed of his movements. Straddling Ryou's hips, he gave Ryou a perfect view of the bulge at the juncture of his spread legs, then sat down on Ryou's thighs to still the involuntary jerks of Ryou's legs.
He leaned down and covered Ryou's mouth with his own. As Ryou's eye began to glaze, he stopped the movements of his hand.
When Ryou's eyes cleared, he gave Bakura a questioning look. His hand was still wrapped tightly around his cock but had just suddenly stopped. Bakura smirked and kissed him again. "Move," he whispered into his mouth. "Fuck my fist."
Ryou thrusted into the hand, reveling in the sensations that washed over him. "Nn... hentai..." he groaned when Bakura's hand moved to meet his thrusts. As Ryou dug his fingers in the sheets beneath him, Bakura caught one of Ryou's wrists with his free hand and placed Ryou's fingertips at a pebbled nipple.
"I want to see you touch yourself." Ryou moaned at the suggestion, worrying one small nub as Bakura tugged at the other. His gaze fell on his supposedly innocent light, and he was pleased in the way he had become this wanton angel in a matter of minutes.
A faint sheen of sweat had appeared at Ryou's brow, and the sounds of his labored breathing filled the silence. As Ryou began to toss his head from side to side, Bakura crushed his lips to Ryou's in a long, slow kiss that seemed to defy the urgentness of the moment.
The force of his climax drove the breath from his lungs as he moaned against Bakura's lips. Bakura felt the flesh in his fingers pulse and hot come spill over his fingers onto Ryou's bare chest. Bringing his hand to his lips, he licked it clean and savored the rich, salty flavor that was uniquely Ryou's. After cleaning Ryou's skin as well, he kissed Ryou, letting his tongue move over Ryou's so that he might taste himself.
"That was... it was amazing..." Ryou murmured. His eyes fluttered shut, and he curled onto his side, breathing evenly. Bakura lay down beside him, propped up on one elbow to gaze at his sleeping hikari. Ryou moved closer to him for warmth, molding the backs of his knees to the front of his and his leather clad bottom into his lap.
Where it rubbed against his still-hard arousal. Bakura groaned softly. Ryou shivered a little and snuggled even closer. Bakura could not conceive of a way to pull the blankets out from under them to cover Ryou, and the creak of leather against leather made him even harder.
Ryou's movements eventually made the leather pants slide off his hips to reveal the two perfect marble globes of his ass. These, as before, ground into his lap in a way Bakura could have sworn was conscious. He bit his lip; if this went on any longer, he'd probably come in his pants.
He turned and threw a leg lazily over Bakura's hip and settled his head comfortably in the hollow of his neck. Bakura tried to move away, but Ryou's weight kept him where he was. In the minutes that passed, dusk became night and without light, it as nearly impossible to see. Despite this, he felt the laces of his pants suddenly loosen and looking down, saw a glimpse of a smile Ryou was trying to hide.
"Ryou? Ryou, you're not asleep, are you?" he asked softly.
Ryou's grin widened. "I'm not the only one who can pretend to be asleep, you know."
Bakura remembered the time he had caught Ryou in his soul room at night and chuckled. Threading his fingers through Ryou's hair, he bent down to give him a fond, chaste kiss. In his distraction, Ryou reached down and took Bakura's length in his hand. "And it's not as if I'd fall asleep and leave you in this condition."
In the near pitch darkness, Ryou shed the hindersome pants that had gathered at his knees and knelt beside Bakura. Moving his hand to the base of his yami's cock, he blew lightly over the tip of the shaft. Muscles visibly tensed as Bakura shivered from the sudden heat of Ryou's breath.
Ryou slowly licked away all traces of the clear liquid that had gathered at the tip, slowly dragging his tongue along the underside. When he traced the ridge beneath the head, he heard a loud hiss escape from Bakura's lips. Ryou shivered, knowing that he was the one who had affected Bakura so.
"Don't stop," Bakura moaned in the darkness. Ryou answered by taking in all he could manage to where his lips met his fist. He allowed his lips to drag along the sensitive skin, and when he reached the head, turned his attentions wholly to the slit at the tip. Tasting the saltiness that now seeped freely from him, he dipped the tip of his tongue repeatedly into the slit. Bakura thrust into his mouth, his fingers tangled in his hair. His fingernails dug into Ryou's scalp, and when he hit the back of Ryou's throat and Ryou reflexively swallowed around him, Bakura cried out harshly and spilled his passion into Ryou's mouth.
Ryou swallowed as much as he could and let the rest splatter on his sheets. Licking his lips, he gazed into Bakura's half-lidded eyes. "You taste good, Yami..." Ryou whispered finally. Bakura faintly wondered where Ryou had learned to do this. Running his fingers through Ryou's hair in a futile attempt to straighten out the sexy mess, he gave up and held his hikari against him as their breathing slowed.
"Ai shiteru..." Bakura whispered fervently to his sleeping hikari. Ryou could not hear him; he slept too soundly. "I love you."
Author's Note:
Wow... I can't believe I just wrote that... It took genuine effort not to use up all of my little tricks before I'll really need them in two more chapters. Believe me, this is not the best I can do; I'm holding back. And who knows what my hentai mind might come up with in two weeks or so.
I don't know if you noticed or not, but I guess I made Ryou sound like a little slut in this one. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not, or how it'll effect the plot... Well anyway, hope you enjoyed it, and tell me whether it should be called a lemon or lime.
Please review!
Fic's Statistics:
[2] more chapters to hold out for...