AN: Sorry about not updating as quickly as I should have. I've just gotten used to college and had some free time, so here's the last chapter of this wonderful (or not) story. Yes, it's short, but hey, it's full of yummy Bakura goodness. Hopefully it's been as enjoyable for you as it has been for me. Enjoy!
Oh yeah, beware the mentioned smut. Tis hinted at, but I suck at writing really good sex scenes so yeah…
Disclaimer: Am I really THAT creative?
Previously:
I whipped around and saw Hikari-mine standing in the doorway, hanging his head in shame. I bit my lip, waiting for something to happen.
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At that particular moment, a (completely foreign) voice decided to pop into my head and give me its opinion.
What the hell are you doing! Since when does the great King of Thieves cry!
I sniffled mentally. Shut up.
It snorted derisively. Get your act together. Act like the terrifying mass of machismo that you are.
I thought about whimpering something pathetic, but the more I thought about what that voice had said, the more it made sense.
Speaking of which, what the hell was that voice? I would almost wager that it was my conscience, but since when did I have one of those!
I shook my head to clear it of my thoughts, most likely scaring Hikari-mine past what he was already at.
"Kura-kun," a very timid voice called out again from the door frame.
I grinned at him, watching with glee as he recoiled from the expression on my face. Oh yeah. Haven't lost the touch. It's good to be me. "Yes, Hikari-mine?" I purred.
Ryou started stammering, a light blush covering his cheeks, "I-I just wanted to apologize for making your day horrible."
Oh yeah. That. My grin got even wider as a rather evil thought crossed my mind. "I think I deserve retribution for the shit you put me through," I was trying my hardest to look innocent, I swear. Judging from Ryou's expression of complete horror, I think I failed.
"Retribution?" Ryou squeaked, turning an even brighter red than before.
I leaned forward on the bed, crawling forward slowly, "Yes, Hikari-mine. Retribution." I motioned him toward me with my finger, "Join me."
Ryou let out a strangled squeak but moved forward nonetheless. He sat on my bed slowly, seemingly afraid that I was going to pounce on him and rip out his throat.
I smirked, Very good, Hikari-mine, but don't worry. I'm not going to rip out your throat. A slightly evil chuckle escaped my lips, causing Ryou to flinch. I licked my lips in anticipation. His fear tasted so good. "Come closer, Hikari-mine. I won't bite, I promise."
His blush persisted, but he scooted next to me. "I hope you're not angry at me," he whispered.
I threw an arm around his shoulders, drawing him closer to me and earning a startled squeak from him, "How could I possibly be mad at you?" In a flash, I grabbed him, pulled him down and back, and straddled his hips. "Not when I have something this good within my reach."
He squirmed a bit, causing some delightful friction. I pinned him arms to the bed, hands by his head. He looked up into my eyes frightfully, but there was a hint of lust swimming in those luscious brown orbs. I gave myself a mental pat on the back. Yay for corrupting Ryou.
I leaned down and positioned my mouth next to his ear. "Seems like you want to play, Hikari-mine," I breathed, my voice coming out huskier than I had intended.
The heat that was radiating off of his body was too delicious to resist. Without waiting for an answer, I turned my head and started kissing his neck, moving down slowly. He answered my ministrations with a soft gasp as he threw back his head, giving me greater access. I grinned wickedly against his skin as I nipped and sucked my way down to his shirt.
Once I reached the offending fabric, I sat up, taking in the delicious sight of Hikari-mine disheveled and flushed. Oh yes. I was going to ravish him. I yanked his shirt off with a particular viciousness that would have made any lesser soul scared. Hikari-mine instead parted his mouth and stared at me lustfully. I leaned back in and claimed what was rightfully mine.
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As I lay on the bed, drifting off between sleep and consciousness, I could feel Hikari-mine's breath against my neck and his arms around my waist. I smiled to myself. That is what a birthday is about. Forget about the presents and the strange friends and the mishaps at the strip club. The only real thing that counts is ravishing your Hikari. Or finding happiness. Either one. Both preferably.
---Fin---