Bonjour! ELLO! WAZZUP! XD
Sorry this took so long to update, but I made it nice and long to try and make up for it! -hopes story will be bought-
On a plus side... I PASSED MY MATHS TEST! Even though I didnt even answer half of teh questions... -stroked Rod- My precciiioooouuusssssss... -ahem- yes... welll
NOTE: This contains Lime. pretty pretty Lime. If ya dont like, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! Hehehe n.n'' Just ignore it if ya don't wanna readeth...
Disclaimer: The day I own YuGiOh will be the day Bakuchan will get Yamis Puzzle. A.K.A: NEVER! -sobs-
"Hey, Malik… Thanks. For letting us crash here for a few nights." Bakura said softly. Ryou clung to the yamis hand, his head on his shoulder as he smiled at the blonde Egyptian. He had been very clingy towards Bakura ever since the strange confrontation in his soul room, never letting the yami out of his sight. Bakura noticed the change, and was surprised. Ryou had never before been so light and innocent, so pure and naïve. Just to be around him, to hold him, seemed to give the darkness a soft warm feeling in his stomach, not quite like love, but… he didn't know anymore.
"Look, I'm always gonna be here for you guys, so don't do anything stupid if you know what's good for you." Bakura only smirked, rolling his eyes.
"I can take care of us, you idiot Malik, I don't need you help." With this, he tugged Ryou gently by the hand and left the Egyptians apartment, closing the door behind him.
"Whatever…" Malik scoffed, and went to lock the door. "Hey!"
"The bitch did break my locks…"
"Where are we going, Bakura?" Ryou inquired. Bakura didn't answer, holding Ryou tighter to him and gazing out the window of the cab they were in. "Yami, please…"
"I found us a place to crash for a while until this all blows over." Bakura said.
"Wh-where is it?" Ryou asked. Bakura caught the cabbies eye, and scowled.
"Out of town." He merely replied. "Gods, can you drive this piece of shit faster?" The cabbie squeaked, increasing the speed of the cab.
"Good." Bakura settled back into the leatherette upholstery, Ryou snuggling into him and smiling softly.
"Just to the train station?" The cabbie asked cautiously. Bakura nodded, gazing worriedly down at Ryou, the spirits hands tightening around Ryous slim shoulders. Ryou sighed, the gentle heartbeat of the darkness lulling him into a deep sleep.
"Wake up sleepyhead…" Bakura whispered softly, brushing his soft snowy locks out of the angels eyes. Ryou moaned softly, and shook his head, burying deeper into Bakuras chest. The demon rolled his eyes, shifting his mahogany orbs to the pleasant country side scenery playing outside the window. He had carried Ryou for ages, while he waited in the stupid queue for half a fucking hour, when he had to stand for another hour while he was on the train, waiting for a seat, and now Ryou still remained curled up in his lap. More than once, he had considered dropping the sleeping light, but just gazing at him…. Ryou was really cute when he was asleep. In fact, he was cute all of the time- Not that the spirit would ever admit that to him.
"Ryou, wake up." He shook the light harder. "Come on…" Ryou only groaned, snuggling deeper into the spirits arms. "Okaay…" He lifted Ryou up off of the couch, an arm around his neck and his free arm holding Ryou bridal style. The hikari smiled, and snuggled into the yamis shoulder. Bakura blushed, walking out of the compartment with Ryou limp in his arms.
"Okay, Ryou." Bakura whispered as he stepped off of the train and onto the platform. "Wake up and see this, it's beautiful…" He set Ryou gently to his feet, the white-haired boy leaning on Bakura for support as he rubbed his chocolate eyes.
"What? Oh my…" He whispered, looking around him in shock and amazement. "It's…. Beautiful…." Bakura nodded, and wrapped his arms tightly around Ryous slim middle.
The whole landscape was made up of emerald green plains and gentle, rolling hills, dotted with various small houses, and paddocks of livestock and crops. The platform was on a road which appeared to be the main drag- A general store, a barber shop, Two clothes shops, a video store, a post office, a gas station, and a bank.
"You like?" Bakura whispered into Ryous ear. "we're going to be staying here for awhile." Ryous smile stretched from ear to ear.
"I love it!" Ryou wrapped his arms tightly around Bakuras neck. "Yami, thank you so so so so much!" The angel nuzzled his head in the demons neck, who chuckled softly, ruffling his hair.
"Okay, kiddo, but if we want to eat tonight, we better go to the store and get some food." He grasped Ryous hand tightly, jumping off of the platform and running down the road. The light giggled, trying to catch up with Bakuras erratic pace.
When they got to the store, Ryou was flushed and out of breath, doubling over on his knees as he struggled to breathe. Bakura smirked and rolled his eyes, grabbing a shopping basket and heading over to the meats section. Typical yamis.
Ryou finally caught his breath and wandered the shelves, idly running his fingers along the packaged goods, his mind going a million miles an hour.
Everything was happening to him so fast. One moment, it seemed he was an ordinary kid with an ordinary life, but then to find out that his real life was so different… Ryou wanted it to slow down for awhile. He didn't want to just rush through life, he wanted to relax, take everything in with him.
Bakura grinned, as he walked up behind Ryou, a basket loaded with various cuts of meat. Ryou groaned and smiled at the basket of meat, rolling his eyes and dragging the spirit by the cuff of his leather coat and tossed various canned foods, vegetables, and boxes into the large basket.
"There." Ryou said satisfied. "That should keep us going for a few days." He walked up to the storekeeper who gave the white-haired pair an odd look before taking their basket and pricing the items. He didn't even have a scanner, instead, little labels had been written on the various packages of food, the amounts added into a shop till.
"23.95" The shopkeeper said shortly. Bakura fished his black leather wallet from his black leather trench coat, and pulled out a small wad of bills. Ryou grabbed the lighter of the two paper bags, and began to head out of the store, Bakura following him in his wake.
"Where are we going?" Ryou inquired, his warm chocolate eyes fixated on the spirit.
"There." Bakura pointed to a small house a few hundred yard down the road. "It's really gorgeous, and has a little pond out back and a swing, and lots of trees…" Ryou smiled widely at this, and picked up his pace, almost running to the small white house with its picket fence.
"Its even prettier up close!" Ryou said excitedly, unlocking the bolt on the gate and running up the small white path. Bakura rolled his eyes at the lights childish antics, and rummaged around in his pocket, drawing a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocking the house.
Ryou gasped in amazement at the place, his eyes wide in pleasure. It opened into a small lounge with cream carpet, and a kitchenette with sky blue tiling, the walls a silvery white. A white velvet couch was in the middle of the small lounge, along with a T.V. In the corner was the bed, blue and white cotton sheets, and a small door led off into the bathroom. It was set up rather like a hotel room, and Ryou fell in love with it immediately. He set the bags down on a small wooden table with two chairs against a wall, and looked around him in pure ecstasy. Just as Bakura set his bags down, Ryou flew at him, leaping into his arms.
"Thankyou, oh god, thankyou…" He whispered, clinging tighter to the spirit and nuzzling his neck. Bakura smirked, and broke apart from the boy, leading him by the hand over to the bed. The spirit shoved Ryou on the small mattress and pounced on him, attacking the creamy skin on his neck with his teeth and lips. Ryou moaned aloud, his hands roaming up to the yamis wild silver tresses, entwining his fingers with his silky locks.
"How do you feel about lying up in bed and making sweet sweet love til the sun goes down?" Bakura proposed, his lips just brushing Ryous. The angel let out a choked gasp and Bakuras hands, which had been massaging his slim thighs, slipped under his t-shirt, his fingers feather light on his milky skin.
"Y-Y-Yes…" Ryou groaned, his hands in Bakura wild locks tightening. "N-Not too r-rough, pl-please…" He stammered, finding it troublesome to get his words out. Bakura smirked, running his tongue gently over Ryous perfect silky lips. Okay, he wouldn't be too hard on the boy for now. After all, considering the fact that he had never actually remembered any time the pair had ever had sex, he was practically an untainted, innocent little virgin.
He gently slipped the shirt over Ryous slim shoulders, shucking off his own coat in the process, and began to run his hands over the angels creamy perfect chest. Ryou arched his back and moaned, opening his mouth obediently for the spirits intrusion. Bakura smirked, leaning back on his haunches as he tugged his own shirt off and began to work on Ryous jeans, sliding the faded denim off of his slim hips. Ryous eyes were clouded with lust, apprehension… and curiosity. Bakura smirked, pulling off his own black jeans, and hovering over the angel, one finger gently stroking his soft jawline.
"Ryou… You're the prettiest hikari in the world, hands down. God I love you." He whispered huskily, both hands now cupping the angels china face. "You're so fucking pretty." Ryou blushed, his delicate ivory face blushing a faint rose. Bakura gently pressed Ryous nose, the light giggling at his soft touch. The spirit smiled softly, and leaned in to claim Ryous sweet perfect lips again, the light trembling under Bakuras captivating spell.
"I love you too." Ryou whispered when they broke apart, "You're warm, and gentle, and you're so damn sexy." He giggled childishly, wrapping his pale slim arms around Bakuras neck. The yami smirked, his hands leaving Ryous face and pressed on the lights milky shoulders, as he staked out a piece of Ryous soft collarbone for himself. The angel arched his back in pleasure, letting out a choked cry at Bakura bit down hard on the skin, and sweet, coppery blood trickled out of his new wound. Bakura drank the crimson liquid eagerly, the angels sweet blood sending shocks of pleasure down his cat-like frame. When the blood stopped flowing, Bakura pouted softly, but his tongue trailed down his collarbone, down his thin stomach, and eventually he stopped at his destination. For a moment, the only noise was Ryous ragged breathing, which broke into a choked cry as Bakura took the lights length in his mouth. Ryou panted heavily, grinding his slim creamy hips into the cotton sheets, his hands tightly fisted in the pale sky fabric. Bakura smirked, his hands pressing down on the apex of his writhing thighs, taking more and more of Ryou in his mouth until he reached the hilt, forcing back the gag reflex to swallow more of him. Ryou cried out, arching his back sharply as his hair tumbled onto the sheets in a pure silver waterfall.
"Oh god, Bakura…" Ryou whispered in ecstasy and utter pleasure, rising up onto his elbows, his head thrown back as his moans and cries of pleasure tore from his throat, "Oh, God…. Bakura!" He arched his back further and screamed, throwing his head forward as he felt something snap inside and he came, Bakura suckling on the younger ones salty semen until he was finally dry, the sated angel falling back on the soft mattress as he breathed heavily, his sweat-soaked hair strewn around his red and flushed face. Bakura finally released Ryous limp member, and rose onto his hands and knees, crawling over Ryou on all fours, his silvery hair brushing the angels' creamy skin. Ryou panted and moaned, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe. Bakura smiled softly, one hand running over Ryous fine, delicate features. The light smiled softly, his hands weakly running up his slim, muscular thighs and sexy curves, resting on the small of his toned back.
"Fuck Ryou…" Bakura said huskily, his eyes inches from the angels'. "You're the prettiest fucking thing ever and the best sex I've ever had." He nuzzled his head into Ryous creamy neck. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world to be able to love you." Ryou blushed deeper and smiled softly, his hands running like water over his slim frame as his ragged gasps gave way to soft breathing.
"You okay?" Bakura whispered softly. Ryou nodded and smiled, his hands slipping down back to the sheets. "Good." He said, the demons hands slipping down to Ryous creamy thighs. The angel gasped, his breath hitching as he felt his light touch spreading his legs further apart… (the following has been censored, as The Authoress does not wish to get her account frozen and/or Story deleted. She apologizes for the inconvenience.)
Ryou sighed, his thin soft fingers tracing soft patterns on the spirits chest, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and breathing harsh and erratic. Bakura smiled tenderly, his arms tightening around the small figure curled into his side. Ryou nuzzled his silvery head into Bakuras collarbone, his mind going a million miles an hour.
That was… The best thing that had ever happened to Ryou, it seemed. He smiled again, relaying the moments of the last hour in his mind over and over. The angel could never imagine that Bakura could be so soft, so kind. He was so gentle, and yet so passionate at the same time. It was…. Perfect. Everything was perfect.
Or so it seemed.
-moans- WHY DIDNT I WRITE LEMON? Oh yes, cos I would have gotten in trouble... n.n''' Well, anyways.. R&R! XD