Author's note: Well, seems that the last chapter was liked well enough, so Magda and I finished this one off. :D It, erm... This isn't the end, basically. XD; We've decided to write a third chapter, perhaps - if the fic isn't getting a little too boring, that is.
Same stuff as the last chapter - this fic was RPed by myself and Magda, bla.
Yami no Bakura - played by me.
Ryou - played by Magda.
'Yadonushi' is what Bakura refers to Ryou as, which translates to 'landlord' in Japanese, and for the purpose of the fic, Yami no Bakura is Bakura and Bakura is Ryou. :D
Also, in answer to some questions - Bakura is indeed very evil, yes. XD; Ryou is also incredibly cute, no denying that. X3
Some other things: this chapter actually has a lemon in it, but we cut that part out because of this site's guidelines. -facepalm- The storyline is still relatively easy to follow, though, so no worries. :D But, this chapter does contain a bit of lime and a lot of adult themes, so I don't recommend for younger kids.
Anyway, enjoy. :D
Pairing: Yami no Bakura x Ryou (Tendershipping).
Disclaimer: Don't on Yuugiou. Bummer.
Warnings: This contains boy-on-boy action, lime, adult themes, language, and a little bit of bird blood. Don't ask. XD;
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Jaded
Chapter two - Desires Of The Body
Bakura was growing bored of the dead bird of prey he was currently carving up and smirked slightly, deciding to pay his host another visit. Licking the blood off his knife, he allowed the body to black out and appeared in Ryou's soul room again. "Hello, yadonushi."
Ryou stopped writing, looking up from his paper at Bakura from where he sat on his bed. "...Where did you leave my body?" he asked, quietly, feeling a little bolder than before.
"My body, yadonushi. And I left it in front of a rather large carcass." Bakura smirked, flicking his pocketknife closed.
Ryou paled. "...You didn't..."
"Yes, I did."
Ryou looked back down at his paper, biting his lip.
Bakura got to his knees beside Ryou, arching a brow in mock curiosity. "What's this?"
Ryou set the paper aside quickly. "Nothing..."
"It's not nothing," Bakura corrected flatly, snatching the piece of paper up.
Ryou reached for the paper. "Don't..."
Bakura held it out of his reach, eyes skimming over the paper rapidly. Once he was finished, he smirked. "How sentimental."
Ryou's gaze dropped to the floor. "...It's nothing..."
"It's sickeningly mortal, that's what it is." Bakura let the paper flutter to the ground.
Ryou picked up the paper and folded it carefully, shifting to slip it into his pocket.
"I see we are making no progress."
Ryou paused, looking up. "...What do you mean...?"
"You still refuse to speak to me, yadonushi." It was hard to tell whether or not Bakura was being mildly serious, or simply mocking Ryou.
Ryou ignored this, eyes widening slightly. "...You said a carcass..."
"What about it?"
"...In the house?"
"Yes, and what of it?"
"...You..." Ryou stopped, sighing lightly.
"It's just a dead animal," Bakura teased darkly, resting his hands on his thighs as he leaned a little closer. "Its blood stained me, little one."
"Me," Ryou corrected, quietly.
Bakura reached out, brushing his bloodstained fingertips across Ryou's cheek. "It tarnished my skin," he muttered darkly, watching in sadistic delight as tinted flecks of blood marked Ryou's pale skin.
Ryou touched his cheek lightly, lowering his hand to look at the blood.
"Do you like it, yadonushi?" was Bakura's sadistic enquiry of Ryou.
Ryou rubbed his middle finger against his thumb, glancing up at Bakura.
"Answer." Bakura tipped Ryou's face up towards him, the cruel smirk on his features mocking.
Ryou mumbled something, averting his eyes.
"Answer." Bakura's tone was sharp and commanding.
Ryou lifted his eyes, nodding hesitantly.
Bakura smirked devilishly, trailing a blood-covered finger across Ryou's lips.
Ryou tensed, biting his lower lip and slowly sucking it clean.
Bakura watched him, amused, before he dragged his finger beneath Ryou's chin and tipped his head up again.
The hint of fear was back in Ryou's eyes and he shifted slightly, looking nervous.
"Hn. I wonder what you taste like," Bakura muttered with a wicked smirk, before sealing their lips together again, albeit less roughly than before.
Ryou wasn't sure what to do with himself. He let his eyes slip shut, keeping his hands at his sides.
Bakura worked at Ryou's lips heatedly, trying to get him to react or, perhaps respond, one hand tangling in the boy's hair.
Ryou made a small noise in the back of his throat, lips parting slightly as he leaned forward.
Bakura smirked victoriously against his lips, tongue delving into Ryou's moist mouth as he gave Ryou's hair a slight yank, indicating he wanted more co-operation.
Ryou's tongue moved against Bakura's, one moving to rest lightly on Bakura's hip.
Bakura smirked into the kiss, tongue twining with Ryou's. So, you are enjoying this, yadonushi...
Ryou hesitated, both mentally and physically. ...I...
Give in to your body's desires.
...But... Ryou drew back slightly, lowering his eyes. "...You..."
"I, what?" Bakura didn't let the abrupt end of the kiss faze him, instead trailing his lips down to Ryou's jawline and suckling the skin there.
Ryou made a soft noise, tilting his head. "...You," he repeated.
"Something you want?" Bakura purred in a pleased manner against his skin, licking slowly as a hand trailed down the boy's side.
Ryou's fingers clenched at Bakura's side and he let out a soft moan.
Bakura couldn't help an amused tone as he mused, "You really do like this." He continued teasing Ryou's pale skin, leaving light violet marks.
Ryou pulled away again, this time to press his lips gently against Bakura's. He wasn't entirely sure his darker half would take his sudden boldness well, but...
Bakura merely smirked at this, a little amused at the fact that Ryou had taken it upon himself to kiss Bakura. Parting his lips and wondering if Ryou would take initiative, Bakura began moving over him a little more, forcing him onto his back.
Ryou's tongue snaked its way into Bakura's mouth timidly, both of his hands on Bakura's waist.
Bakura purred into his mouth, fingers sneaking underneath Ryou's shirt as he went about straddling his waist, smirking all the while.
Ryou moaned again, hands moving upwards.
Bakura grazed Ryou's lips lightly with his fangs, withdrawing a few seconds later and ripping Ryou's shirt open, lips finding a nipple instantly.
Ryou arched at the contact, fingers twitching against Bakura's back as he gasped.
Bakura let out a pleased purr; smirking and he raked his teeth over Ryou's nipple, hoping to elicit more of a reaction from him, fingers working at Ryou's jeans.
Ryou whimpered loudly, squirming. ...What are you doing?
Nothing you don't want me to, Bakura responded with a dark chuckle, yanking Ryou's jeans down once he had succeeded in undoing the clasp.
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"Come for me, yadonushi," Bakura breathed in his ear harshly, thrusts powerful and deep as he felt himself and his host reaching the edge. So close...
Bakura hit something in Ryou again and he arched, the room going a blinding white as he came with a loud cry.
Bakura muffled his pleasure-filled growl against Ryou's shoulder, fangs breaking his skin as Bakura came, his vision dancing with stars and flashing brightness, before everything suddenly went black for a moment.
Ryou struggled to catch his breath, eyes closed. His shoulder stung a little from where Bakura had bit it, but his mind was still too foggy to respond to it.
A low purr developed in Bakura's throat, his usual smirk slipping back in place as he abruptly removed himself from Ryou, sitting back on his haunches, eyes flicking over Ryou's form with mild interest.
Ryou opened his eyes slowly, breathing still heavy. He didn't know what to do next. Was he supposed to say something...?
Bakura met the eyes of his host; dark brown eyes alight with amusement. He licked his lips, purring, "Did you enjoy that, pet?"
Ryou found himself blushing lightly as he nodded, unable to find the words to reply.
Bakura smirked wickedly, licking a pearly, red bead of blood from his lips. "Very good."
Ryou closed his eyes again, trying to make heads or tails of the situation. He was almost afraid of what would happen next. Would Bakura leave him alone in his soulroom again, or would he stay...?
Bakura's gaze lingered on Ryou for a moment longer, smirk widening, before he snapped his fingers and his clothes reappeared, black trenchcoat and all. "Much as I would love to stay, yadonushi, I have things to do."
Ryou sat up, pulling his knees up self-consciously. He rubbed at his shoulder where Bakura had bitten down, eyes lowered. "...A-alright..." he murmured, quietly.
Bakura slipped off the bed, brushing invisible dirt off his shoulder with a sly glance at the other. He crouched down beside Ryou's bed, stroking the other's cheek with the back of his hand with a devilish smirk.
Ryou lifted his eyes briefly, still unsure of his thoughts on the situation. He couldn't force himself to smile, so he didn't try. "...Mm..."
Bakura merely continued to smirk, before he leaned in and kissed each of Ryou's eyelids, before moving to the other's lips and licking away some of the blood there.
Ryou leaned forward slightly, lightly pressing his lips against Bakura's before scooting back a little. "...I..."
Bakura smirked, brushing Ryou's unruly bangs from his eyes before he took Ryou's lower lip between his teeth, tugging almost gently. I hate to leave on such short notice...
...It's fine... Ryou scooted back again, looking off to the side.
Bakura raised a brow, amused, before he pressed a deceivingly chaste kiss on Ryou's forehead and moved away. "Have it your way, yadonsuhi," he chuckled, snapping his fingers, Ryou's clothes appearing on the boy's body again.
Ryou rubbed at his sleeve, eyes on the bedding. ...Can I...
"Hm?" Bakura glanced at Ryou, hand resting on the doorknob.
What had he been about to ask? For control of his body? Ryou shook his head, closing his eyes. "Nevermind..."
Bakura smirked slyly, turning the doorknob as he flashed his lighter half a look that clearly said he wasn't done with him just yet. "Be good, yadonushi."
Ryou was tempted to tell his darker half to do the same, but bit his lip instead. He looked away, hands clasped in his lap.
Bakura gave the boy one last smirk, the look in his eyes promising more to come as he disappeared out the door with a flourish, cape billowing as he vanished into the darkness without a trace.
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A/N: So, there is is. XD; I hope it was worth the read, and Magda and I thank everyone for your awesome reviews. X3 Much appreciated, and if the third chapter is wanted, we'll be more than happy to comply. -bows-