Ryou-sama
Rated R for Rape/lemon, swearing, torture, chickens etc etc etc.
Disclaimer: don't own them any of them. If I did I wouldn't have to write this stuff.
Note. There are WAY to many fics that make Bakura being the dominant. Fuck that; if only once. (Or Fuck Bakura if you have the opportunity but hey)
To Dan Nathan and Matt. May you always be my muses.
~*~*~
Bakura was so shocked, his jaw slackened enough for Ryou's tongue to dart inside his mouth and ravish him harshly, and harsher then Malik was. Then it clicked for him, Ryou had forced himself to be strong all for this night, so that meant.
His train of thought was broken when Ryou's hips ground into his, the boys surprising arousal causing his to stir. He was also starting to feel dizzy from lack of air, But there was no way in hell that this weak little hikari would get away with being dominant, even for this.
Ryou moaned lightly as his Yami began battling with him, trying furiously to force the hikairi out, but the teen just smirked and bit Bakura's lip hard enough to draw blood, sucking and lapping at the new taste.
The former Tomb robber felt that this was something like a nightmare, His weak, submissive Hikari was proving right here how strong and dominant he really was. Feather light touches moving up and down his limbs, slowly pushing his arms above his head. Ryou finally drew back a little, gasping for air and looking alarmingly like his yami at the moment.
"Bakura," Ryou cooed softly, making the spirit beneath him shudder, "I can see why you'd take my blood, yours is nice."
"You. Why you little SHIT! You fucking planned this!" Bakura glared at his little Hikari, smirking away, with a trace of blood on his lips.
"Quick, aren't you. Bakura, you have no idea, no idea at all how fucking hot you are do you, especially when you try to hurt me, especially when you're in pain. Just because you can't see who I am, doesn't mean that I can't take advantage of that. It was all a game my stupid, weak, submissive little Bakura." Ryou's voice was like a knife, cutting away Bakura's strength, his confidence.
Forever disgracing himself, Bakura shuddered and then shut his eyes and turned his head away, not consciously aware of any thing but only of his desire to be anywhere else but here. He was dimly aware of something soft tying his arms above his head, of Ryou's weight disappearing, and of soft rags tying his ankles to the foot board. He didn't care though, it couldn't get worse.
"Bakura," The singsong voice made him flinch, "open your eyes."
Before the bed stood Ryou, dressed in tight black leather pants, no shirt, a black choker and black leather belts around his upper arms. His hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and his bangs hung rebelliously in his eyes, shading them even darker. He smirked as he saw his Yami's reaction, halfway between shock and passion, "You can only be sadistic and cruel when you have a reason right? Well, I don't." Bakura's eyes dropped to the object held easily in Ryou's right hand, a slight edge or terror overtaking him, "Now lets play," Ryou brought the dagger to his mouth and licked the silver blade with a quick flick of his tongue.
Things could always get worse.
~*~*~
Ryou crawled predatorily up his Yami, the blade of the knife held in his teeth, leather pants giving an occasional savoury creak that Bakura was finding very hard to ignore.
"You.Little.Shit." growled Bakura, "I will get you for this. And it will hurt."
Ryou took the knife out of his mouth and grinned down wolfishly, one knee on either side of Bakura's chest, back arched slightly, one hand on either side of the pale, furious face below him. Slowly, Ryou reached down and clamed Bakura's lips with a near gentleness that surprised the spirit, just a tiny, chaste nibble on his lower lip.
Then with an abrupt, hungry motion Ryou deepened the kiss to an almost bruising force, sucking at the tiny bite mark the innocent had left earlier until it bled again.
Bakura could barely understand the sensations crashing into him, His Hikari's lips and tongue and the soft rags tied around his wrists and ankles and the sheets on the bed beneath him all seemed to overwhelm him until he came back to the feeling of Ryou's warm cheek ghosting over his cool until he could feel the warm breath in his ear, sending Goosebumps reeling over his body.
He flicked his tongue around the shell of the Yami's ear, whispering, "I hope so Bakura."
Innocent. Little. Ryou.
(AN/ LOVE ME!!! I was going to end the chapter here.)
The hikari sat back, straddling Bakura's hips, firm leather bound ass teasing over the Yami's now evident arousal, causing him to moan helplessly. Smirking, Ryou traced the point of the dagger across the Spirits neck, then down his chest, reaching the hem of the sleeveless blue striped shirt and lingering there, making the former tomb robber groan and shift his hips up to gain more contact, some friction, anything.
Ryou smirked again and ground his hips down again, meeting Bakura, and making him toss his head back and moan with a hot desire that his little Hikari smirked at. Whispering sweet taunts to his yami, he slipped the blade of the knife under Bakura's shirt and slit it up to the neck, making it linger at the Yami's throat, then along his shoulders.
"Arch up," Ryou commanded softy, and Bakura obeyed, moaning at the feeling of his hikari's hands roaming over chest and back as he pulled the remains of Bakura's shirt out from under him. The boy pressed his chest into Bakura's hard abs and a hot, bubblegum pink tongue flicked over one pale nipple, then bit down hard, the combined pleasure and pain forcing Bakura to keep his back arched, letting Ryou suck and nibble at one nipple then the other until both were thoroughly hardened and sore, the pale, surprisingly strong hands of his hikari roaming deliciously over his trembling back.
Ryou then sat up, pushing the trembling Yami back onto the covers, loving the pained expression on Bakura's face, the only sounds in the world were his harsh pant's and moans, "Anything to say yet?" He traced his hand lightly over Bakura's lips, then across his chest and down one side, watching Goosebumps ripple across the toned chest.
"Ryou," panted Bakura, the stopped and groaned as Ryou pushed both his palms up his chest, then dragging his nails back down, going dangerously low, lingering around the top of his jeans, making Bakura snarl and toss his head back again.
"I'm your Sama now," Ryou whispered almost savagely, "You will address me as such." He petted Bakura's abdomen with impossible feather light touches that made the yami remember the gentle hikari from before.
"Ryou-sama," he gasped, "oh Ra.stop."
The Light one snickered, "Really, you want me to stop?" he scooched back slightly, stadleing the yami's thighs, then ran his fingers lightly over Bakura's navel, tracing the lines of the dark one's abs, then over the front of his too tight pants.
"Stop teasing me," Bakura somehow managed to force the words out.
Ryou cocked an eyebrow, "Really? I'm I really bothering you that much?" He slipped his hand down the front of Bakura's pants to stroke his aroused shaft.
Bakura gasped, throwing his head back and letting out an audible growl, arching up again and trying to thrust his hips into his hikari's hand.
Ryou smirked down at his Yami, twisting beneath him and helplessly tied down, He shifted slightly and slipped the blade of the dagger under the jeans and cut down to his ankle in one motion, cutting and then tugging the offending garment (1) away from Bakuras long willowy legs. Then cutting off his boxers in the same way.
The Innocent then grinned sadistically at his Yami, looking hungrily at the very toned very naked body beneath him, leaning forwards, he propped his hands on either side of Bakura's face. Looking dead into to his eyes, he arched his back and pressed his delicately defined chest against the trembling plane of the Spirits torso.
"So what can I do for you love?" he whispered, every movement his lips made them brush against Bakura's mouth, breathing the words into him and making him shudder and strain his arms against their bonds, the suggestions behind those simple words making him feel feral with want.
Nothing in his existence had ever felt like this.
~*~*~ I have WAY to much fun writing fanfiction. Chapter three is going to get bloody though, just to let you know. *smile innocently* Review please!
(1) Any garment Bakura wears is an offence to observation of natural beauty. Or in Layman terms, He is too sexy for ANY item of clothing. The closest thing to being worthy of that bishonen would be TIGHT black leather. Ie. Ryou's outfit.
Rated R for Rape/lemon, swearing, torture, chickens etc etc etc.
Disclaimer: don't own them any of them. If I did I wouldn't have to write this stuff.
Note. There are WAY to many fics that make Bakura being the dominant. Fuck that; if only once. (Or Fuck Bakura if you have the opportunity but hey)
To Dan Nathan and Matt. May you always be my muses.
~*~*~
Bakura was so shocked, his jaw slackened enough for Ryou's tongue to dart inside his mouth and ravish him harshly, and harsher then Malik was. Then it clicked for him, Ryou had forced himself to be strong all for this night, so that meant.
His train of thought was broken when Ryou's hips ground into his, the boys surprising arousal causing his to stir. He was also starting to feel dizzy from lack of air, But there was no way in hell that this weak little hikari would get away with being dominant, even for this.
Ryou moaned lightly as his Yami began battling with him, trying furiously to force the hikairi out, but the teen just smirked and bit Bakura's lip hard enough to draw blood, sucking and lapping at the new taste.
The former Tomb robber felt that this was something like a nightmare, His weak, submissive Hikari was proving right here how strong and dominant he really was. Feather light touches moving up and down his limbs, slowly pushing his arms above his head. Ryou finally drew back a little, gasping for air and looking alarmingly like his yami at the moment.
"Bakura," Ryou cooed softly, making the spirit beneath him shudder, "I can see why you'd take my blood, yours is nice."
"You. Why you little SHIT! You fucking planned this!" Bakura glared at his little Hikari, smirking away, with a trace of blood on his lips.
"Quick, aren't you. Bakura, you have no idea, no idea at all how fucking hot you are do you, especially when you try to hurt me, especially when you're in pain. Just because you can't see who I am, doesn't mean that I can't take advantage of that. It was all a game my stupid, weak, submissive little Bakura." Ryou's voice was like a knife, cutting away Bakura's strength, his confidence.
Forever disgracing himself, Bakura shuddered and then shut his eyes and turned his head away, not consciously aware of any thing but only of his desire to be anywhere else but here. He was dimly aware of something soft tying his arms above his head, of Ryou's weight disappearing, and of soft rags tying his ankles to the foot board. He didn't care though, it couldn't get worse.
"Bakura," The singsong voice made him flinch, "open your eyes."
Before the bed stood Ryou, dressed in tight black leather pants, no shirt, a black choker and black leather belts around his upper arms. His hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and his bangs hung rebelliously in his eyes, shading them even darker. He smirked as he saw his Yami's reaction, halfway between shock and passion, "You can only be sadistic and cruel when you have a reason right? Well, I don't." Bakura's eyes dropped to the object held easily in Ryou's right hand, a slight edge or terror overtaking him, "Now lets play," Ryou brought the dagger to his mouth and licked the silver blade with a quick flick of his tongue.
Things could always get worse.
~*~*~
Ryou crawled predatorily up his Yami, the blade of the knife held in his teeth, leather pants giving an occasional savoury creak that Bakura was finding very hard to ignore.
"You.Little.Shit." growled Bakura, "I will get you for this. And it will hurt."
Ryou took the knife out of his mouth and grinned down wolfishly, one knee on either side of Bakura's chest, back arched slightly, one hand on either side of the pale, furious face below him. Slowly, Ryou reached down and clamed Bakura's lips with a near gentleness that surprised the spirit, just a tiny, chaste nibble on his lower lip.
Then with an abrupt, hungry motion Ryou deepened the kiss to an almost bruising force, sucking at the tiny bite mark the innocent had left earlier until it bled again.
Bakura could barely understand the sensations crashing into him, His Hikari's lips and tongue and the soft rags tied around his wrists and ankles and the sheets on the bed beneath him all seemed to overwhelm him until he came back to the feeling of Ryou's warm cheek ghosting over his cool until he could feel the warm breath in his ear, sending Goosebumps reeling over his body.
He flicked his tongue around the shell of the Yami's ear, whispering, "I hope so Bakura."
Innocent. Little. Ryou.
(AN/ LOVE ME!!! I was going to end the chapter here.)
The hikari sat back, straddling Bakura's hips, firm leather bound ass teasing over the Yami's now evident arousal, causing him to moan helplessly. Smirking, Ryou traced the point of the dagger across the Spirits neck, then down his chest, reaching the hem of the sleeveless blue striped shirt and lingering there, making the former tomb robber groan and shift his hips up to gain more contact, some friction, anything.
Ryou smirked again and ground his hips down again, meeting Bakura, and making him toss his head back and moan with a hot desire that his little Hikari smirked at. Whispering sweet taunts to his yami, he slipped the blade of the knife under Bakura's shirt and slit it up to the neck, making it linger at the Yami's throat, then along his shoulders.
"Arch up," Ryou commanded softy, and Bakura obeyed, moaning at the feeling of his hikari's hands roaming over chest and back as he pulled the remains of Bakura's shirt out from under him. The boy pressed his chest into Bakura's hard abs and a hot, bubblegum pink tongue flicked over one pale nipple, then bit down hard, the combined pleasure and pain forcing Bakura to keep his back arched, letting Ryou suck and nibble at one nipple then the other until both were thoroughly hardened and sore, the pale, surprisingly strong hands of his hikari roaming deliciously over his trembling back.
Ryou then sat up, pushing the trembling Yami back onto the covers, loving the pained expression on Bakura's face, the only sounds in the world were his harsh pant's and moans, "Anything to say yet?" He traced his hand lightly over Bakura's lips, then across his chest and down one side, watching Goosebumps ripple across the toned chest.
"Ryou," panted Bakura, the stopped and groaned as Ryou pushed both his palms up his chest, then dragging his nails back down, going dangerously low, lingering around the top of his jeans, making Bakura snarl and toss his head back again.
"I'm your Sama now," Ryou whispered almost savagely, "You will address me as such." He petted Bakura's abdomen with impossible feather light touches that made the yami remember the gentle hikari from before.
"Ryou-sama," he gasped, "oh Ra.stop."
The Light one snickered, "Really, you want me to stop?" he scooched back slightly, stadleing the yami's thighs, then ran his fingers lightly over Bakura's navel, tracing the lines of the dark one's abs, then over the front of his too tight pants.
"Stop teasing me," Bakura somehow managed to force the words out.
Ryou cocked an eyebrow, "Really? I'm I really bothering you that much?" He slipped his hand down the front of Bakura's pants to stroke his aroused shaft.
Bakura gasped, throwing his head back and letting out an audible growl, arching up again and trying to thrust his hips into his hikari's hand.
Ryou smirked down at his Yami, twisting beneath him and helplessly tied down, He shifted slightly and slipped the blade of the dagger under the jeans and cut down to his ankle in one motion, cutting and then tugging the offending garment (1) away from Bakuras long willowy legs. Then cutting off his boxers in the same way.
The Innocent then grinned sadistically at his Yami, looking hungrily at the very toned very naked body beneath him, leaning forwards, he propped his hands on either side of Bakura's face. Looking dead into to his eyes, he arched his back and pressed his delicately defined chest against the trembling plane of the Spirits torso.
"So what can I do for you love?" he whispered, every movement his lips made them brush against Bakura's mouth, breathing the words into him and making him shudder and strain his arms against their bonds, the suggestions behind those simple words making him feel feral with want.
Nothing in his existence had ever felt like this.
~*~*~ I have WAY to much fun writing fanfiction. Chapter three is going to get bloody though, just to let you know. *smile innocently* Review please!
(1) Any garment Bakura wears is an offence to observation of natural beauty. Or in Layman terms, He is too sexy for ANY item of clothing. The closest thing to being worthy of that bishonen would be TIGHT black leather. Ie. Ryou's outfit.
