Long time no see, eh? I'm so sorry, I've been unbelievably busy. I went on holiday last weekend, too, so that kinda cut out of my fic writing time. Sea World! The penguins and seals and dolphins and polar bears are soooooo CUTE! But anyway...
Someone guessed my plot bunny! Nooooo! Oh well. And yes, I made up that poem, I've done better than that before though. That was the 5 minute product of dying from boredom in Mrs Lunt's English Class.
I'll just sneak in a little thing here... I'm taking the opportunity to fangirl my three favouritest authoresses on here, that would be Vegeta, Lomelindi and Koneko Shido, and I've been hooked on their fics for sooooo long now. *fangirls* but anyway, now that's over...
I'm in a fluffy mood. And, as a reviewer mentioned a while back, Bakura and Ryou have been a bit neglected. So...
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! and all of it's characters are copyright Kazuki Man and I just stole them. I am such a bitch, eh? Oh well. It's my way of saying I loves them.
Chapter 32: Champagne Supernova.
* * *
Seto found Yami sitting on their bed, hugging his knees to his chest. He held the unusually dull Millenium Puzzle in his hands, and was obviously deep in thought. The CEO sat down next to him, and Yami gratefully clambered into his lap, head resting against Seto's steady heartbeat.
"I heard the story Isis told you, Seto..." Yami began. "And... and I can remember it all. My whole reign. My entire life in Egypt." Shimmering crimson gazed into Seto's crystal eyes. "I lost you once before. Promise me I'll never have to lose you again."
Seto took the spirit's hands in his own, and lightly kissed his fingertips. "Yami, I can swear that I am not going anywhere without you." He held the rather shaken figure protectively in his arms, while Yami snuggled further into the embrace. "But Yami..."
"What's wrong?"
"What about your magic?" He gestured to the puzzle. "Will you get it back?"
Yami's eyes darkened. "I don't know."
* * *
It was their final night in the penthouse, and Kaiba was in a pretty depressed mood, so the nearby take-out restaurant was their final meal. Accompanied by a few bottles of Dom Perignon, of course. Thus, the teens talked the night away in a blissful dream of champagne-induced happiness, and fell asleep against each other once again.
But Ryou wasn't sleepy; not at all. He had made up his mind. It was time. Obviously, getting Bakura to bed was easy. He *always* followed Ryou *there*. The English boy straddled his boyfriend's stomach, and smiled rather slyly.
"Bakuuuuuuuuuuuura?"
"Hmmm?"
"I was thinking, since it's our last night here, and tomorrow we have to go back to single beds..."
Bakura wriggled so he could see his light's face properly. "You want to have sex?"
Ryou blushed. "Well, umm... yes."
"Here?"
"Yes."
"Now?"
" *Yes*."
"Are you sure?" Bakura didn't want to push Ryou into anything he didn't want to do. He had to know he was ready. No matter how tempting an offer it was...
"Yes, Bakura, I'm sure."
"It will hurt."
"I never thought I would be the one practically begging *you*, of all people, to be screwed..."
"You won't be able to shit for weeks."
" 'Kura!"
"You're kinda antzy, aren't you, darling?"
Ryou, rather than reply, pushed Bakura into the pillows, kissing him hard. Bakura laughed, and rolled over so he sat on top of Ryou, locked at the hips. "That's where you belong, sweetie." He leant over, grasping his lips whisper-softly, while squeezing their hips together harder. He grinned as he felt Ryou's reaction, and concentrated his lips on the little tender spot between his ear and neck. Ryou reached up and pulled their bodies closer, pale white meeting Egyptian bronze, moaning as they teased pleasure from each other. They moved together, up and down, as their skin goosepimpled at each other's caress.
Bakura's mouth smothered his light's, as Ryou drowned in an array of physical sensations. Suddenly, Bakura broke away, leaving Ryou shivering from the lack of his love's naked body against his own. "I forgot..." Bakura explained, most inefficiently. Ryou moaned.
"What?"
"Something rather... necessary, considering."
Ryou stayed blank for a moment. Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Oh!"
"The Priest would have some."
"Really?"
"Well, considering the size of the hikkis on the Pharaoh's neck, not to mention his inability to walk without support, I'd say definitely."
Ryou pouted. "We can't ask him, though... hang on a moment." He rolled over, searching in the bedside cabinet. He grinned upon discovering a small blue pot. "Well, Kaiba *is* a thoughtful host..."
Bakura yoinked it off Ryou, and opened it. And snorted. "Neopolitan. The Priest really needs to get a life."
"Well, I rather thought we'd established he has one, and it's short, leathery, and has hedgehog hair."
Bakura laughed, and watched Ryou, a smile pulling at his lips. Ryou returned the look, but blushed under Bakura's steady gaze. "What?"
Bakura smiled openly. "You. You're very cute." He kissed him again; softly, slowly and earnestly. His arms wrapped around him both protectively and possessively, while Ryou melted into the embrace. Bakura guided him onto his stomach, and leaning over him, whispered into his ear, causing shivers down his spine. "Vanilla, Strawberry, or Chocolate?"
"Guess," he challenged, covering the spirit's eyes, before spreading the fragrant oil over Bakura's manhood in a rather teasing manner.
"Vanilla, because it's cute and innocent, just like you."
Ryou scowled. "I am not cute and innocent. I am a sexy beast."
Bakura laughed. "Yes darling. Yes you are." He nipped at his ear, before carefully sliding a finger ap Ryou's entrance, followed by another. As expected, he heard a sharp little intake of breath. "I told you it will hurt. Are you sure you want this?" he asked, voice full of concern.
Ryou sounded ever so slightly hurt when he replied. "Don't you want to take me, Bakura?"
Did he? Bakura wondered idly. He remembered being non-material, that is, when he was sharing a vessel with Ryou. He could still see Ryou weak, cold, confused and shivering atop Kaiba's blimp. He had left him in the middle of a duel with the Pharaoh, in an effort to help Malik with his kinda strange and evil plan of world domination or something of the sort. And as he watched the fragile body crumple to the ground, his stomach had plummeted too, and he was suddenly aware that he had certain *feelings* for Ryou.
And since then, well, let's just say having sex with said British Bish had crossed his mind once or twice...
He grasped his shoulders and once more kissed his favourite spot on his neck, recognising the slight cinnamon scent of his love, mixed in with the vanilla. He devoured his sweet skin, his hands caressing the body that trembled and whimpered under his persuasive touch; so beautiful and vulnerable, perfect in every way. He once again turned him on his back, and entered. Ryou cried out in pain. The Tomb Robber winced, but thrust again, this time seeming to hurt his love less.
Cries turned to moans as Bakura developed a rhythm, Ryou almost writhing as he reached the spot inside him over and over. His fists clenched as convulsions washed over him in waves, the sheets beneath him drenched and his bare back glistening. Strands of silver white clung to his skin, as he did to the bed. They cried out together, though this time not in pain, as Bakura reached his climax, and withdrew, folding his sweet Ryou into a warm and close embrace.
"Mmmmmnnnngghhhhhd," breathed Ryou, heart racing. Bakura snaked a hand into his hair, and laughed in his ear, another tremble skipping down his spine.
"It's all in the rhythm, darling."
* * *
Hmmm. They talk a lot. I tried to get rid of some of the dialogue, but they wouldn't allow it... O_o;;
How come I let the characters boss me around like this? I guess I'm a doormat. But doormats like reviews, too! (Hurray, I'm at 250, btw. But more is good!)
Someone guessed my plot bunny! Nooooo! Oh well. And yes, I made up that poem, I've done better than that before though. That was the 5 minute product of dying from boredom in Mrs Lunt's English Class.
I'll just sneak in a little thing here... I'm taking the opportunity to fangirl my three favouritest authoresses on here, that would be Vegeta, Lomelindi and Koneko Shido, and I've been hooked on their fics for sooooo long now. *fangirls* but anyway, now that's over...
I'm in a fluffy mood. And, as a reviewer mentioned a while back, Bakura and Ryou have been a bit neglected. So...
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! and all of it's characters are copyright Kazuki Man and I just stole them. I am such a bitch, eh? Oh well. It's my way of saying I loves them.
Chapter 32: Champagne Supernova.
* * *
Seto found Yami sitting on their bed, hugging his knees to his chest. He held the unusually dull Millenium Puzzle in his hands, and was obviously deep in thought. The CEO sat down next to him, and Yami gratefully clambered into his lap, head resting against Seto's steady heartbeat.
"I heard the story Isis told you, Seto..." Yami began. "And... and I can remember it all. My whole reign. My entire life in Egypt." Shimmering crimson gazed into Seto's crystal eyes. "I lost you once before. Promise me I'll never have to lose you again."
Seto took the spirit's hands in his own, and lightly kissed his fingertips. "Yami, I can swear that I am not going anywhere without you." He held the rather shaken figure protectively in his arms, while Yami snuggled further into the embrace. "But Yami..."
"What's wrong?"
"What about your magic?" He gestured to the puzzle. "Will you get it back?"
Yami's eyes darkened. "I don't know."
* * *
It was their final night in the penthouse, and Kaiba was in a pretty depressed mood, so the nearby take-out restaurant was their final meal. Accompanied by a few bottles of Dom Perignon, of course. Thus, the teens talked the night away in a blissful dream of champagne-induced happiness, and fell asleep against each other once again.
But Ryou wasn't sleepy; not at all. He had made up his mind. It was time. Obviously, getting Bakura to bed was easy. He *always* followed Ryou *there*. The English boy straddled his boyfriend's stomach, and smiled rather slyly.
"Bakuuuuuuuuuuuura?"
"Hmmm?"
"I was thinking, since it's our last night here, and tomorrow we have to go back to single beds..."
Bakura wriggled so he could see his light's face properly. "You want to have sex?"
Ryou blushed. "Well, umm... yes."
"Here?"
"Yes."
"Now?"
" *Yes*."
"Are you sure?" Bakura didn't want to push Ryou into anything he didn't want to do. He had to know he was ready. No matter how tempting an offer it was...
"Yes, Bakura, I'm sure."
"It will hurt."
"I never thought I would be the one practically begging *you*, of all people, to be screwed..."
"You won't be able to shit for weeks."
" 'Kura!"
"You're kinda antzy, aren't you, darling?"
Ryou, rather than reply, pushed Bakura into the pillows, kissing him hard. Bakura laughed, and rolled over so he sat on top of Ryou, locked at the hips. "That's where you belong, sweetie." He leant over, grasping his lips whisper-softly, while squeezing their hips together harder. He grinned as he felt Ryou's reaction, and concentrated his lips on the little tender spot between his ear and neck. Ryou reached up and pulled their bodies closer, pale white meeting Egyptian bronze, moaning as they teased pleasure from each other. They moved together, up and down, as their skin goosepimpled at each other's caress.
Bakura's mouth smothered his light's, as Ryou drowned in an array of physical sensations. Suddenly, Bakura broke away, leaving Ryou shivering from the lack of his love's naked body against his own. "I forgot..." Bakura explained, most inefficiently. Ryou moaned.
"What?"
"Something rather... necessary, considering."
Ryou stayed blank for a moment. Bakura raised an eyebrow. "Oh!"
"The Priest would have some."
"Really?"
"Well, considering the size of the hikkis on the Pharaoh's neck, not to mention his inability to walk without support, I'd say definitely."
Ryou pouted. "We can't ask him, though... hang on a moment." He rolled over, searching in the bedside cabinet. He grinned upon discovering a small blue pot. "Well, Kaiba *is* a thoughtful host..."
Bakura yoinked it off Ryou, and opened it. And snorted. "Neopolitan. The Priest really needs to get a life."
"Well, I rather thought we'd established he has one, and it's short, leathery, and has hedgehog hair."
Bakura laughed, and watched Ryou, a smile pulling at his lips. Ryou returned the look, but blushed under Bakura's steady gaze. "What?"
Bakura smiled openly. "You. You're very cute." He kissed him again; softly, slowly and earnestly. His arms wrapped around him both protectively and possessively, while Ryou melted into the embrace. Bakura guided him onto his stomach, and leaning over him, whispered into his ear, causing shivers down his spine. "Vanilla, Strawberry, or Chocolate?"
"Guess," he challenged, covering the spirit's eyes, before spreading the fragrant oil over Bakura's manhood in a rather teasing manner.
"Vanilla, because it's cute and innocent, just like you."
Ryou scowled. "I am not cute and innocent. I am a sexy beast."
Bakura laughed. "Yes darling. Yes you are." He nipped at his ear, before carefully sliding a finger ap Ryou's entrance, followed by another. As expected, he heard a sharp little intake of breath. "I told you it will hurt. Are you sure you want this?" he asked, voice full of concern.
Ryou sounded ever so slightly hurt when he replied. "Don't you want to take me, Bakura?"
Did he? Bakura wondered idly. He remembered being non-material, that is, when he was sharing a vessel with Ryou. He could still see Ryou weak, cold, confused and shivering atop Kaiba's blimp. He had left him in the middle of a duel with the Pharaoh, in an effort to help Malik with his kinda strange and evil plan of world domination or something of the sort. And as he watched the fragile body crumple to the ground, his stomach had plummeted too, and he was suddenly aware that he had certain *feelings* for Ryou.
And since then, well, let's just say having sex with said British Bish had crossed his mind once or twice...
He grasped his shoulders and once more kissed his favourite spot on his neck, recognising the slight cinnamon scent of his love, mixed in with the vanilla. He devoured his sweet skin, his hands caressing the body that trembled and whimpered under his persuasive touch; so beautiful and vulnerable, perfect in every way. He once again turned him on his back, and entered. Ryou cried out in pain. The Tomb Robber winced, but thrust again, this time seeming to hurt his love less.
Cries turned to moans as Bakura developed a rhythm, Ryou almost writhing as he reached the spot inside him over and over. His fists clenched as convulsions washed over him in waves, the sheets beneath him drenched and his bare back glistening. Strands of silver white clung to his skin, as he did to the bed. They cried out together, though this time not in pain, as Bakura reached his climax, and withdrew, folding his sweet Ryou into a warm and close embrace.
"Mmmmmnnnngghhhhhd," breathed Ryou, heart racing. Bakura snaked a hand into his hair, and laughed in his ear, another tremble skipping down his spine.
"It's all in the rhythm, darling."
* * *
Hmmm. They talk a lot. I tried to get rid of some of the dialogue, but they wouldn't allow it... O_o;;
How come I let the characters boss me around like this? I guess I'm a doormat. But doormats like reviews, too! (Hurray, I'm at 250, btw. But more is good!)