Disclaimer: Do I really need to put this? I don't own it, and you know
it.
Well, I just have one thing to say. THANK YOU; to all my wonderful reviewers. You're help and inspiration is what keeps these fics on the site for everyone else, so give yourselves a hand. =D
Also, this chapter contains my first ever lemon. I hope you like it.
And on that lovely (and short) note, On With the Fic!
Hidden Guardian
Ryou poked his head out of the room, looking this way and that, not wanting Bakura to know where he was going. He slunk down the hallway, trying not to make a sound that would draw Bakura to his direction. He made it to the end of the hallway and peeked into the kitchen. His darker half was sitting at the table with a stack of papers and a calculator in front of him. He couldn't help but chuckle at the idea that his yami might know how to use the damn thing.
He had almost made it to the front door when something made him stop. It felt like someone was watching him. He glanced over his shoulder but couldn't see anything. However, when he turned back to the front, he came nose-to-nose with Bakura. "AAHHH!!!" Bakura laughed darkly as he fell on his but with a squeak. "Bakura, that wasn't nice. What have I told you about sneaking up on people?"
"That I shouldn't do it unless you feel like playing 'hide-and-go-seek'," he purred, making Ryou blush. "Um, yes, well-" "Where are you going?" Bakura asked him, giving him that 'I-know-you-so-don't-you-fuckin'-lie-to- me' look. "I was just going...out for a bit, maybe take a walk, that's all." Bakura's look grew dark. "Don't lie to me, and never lie to my face, you understand?"
Ryou almost considered coming up with something a little more believable until he realized that it would mean admitting that he'd been lying before. "No, really, I was just going for a walk." "Hmm, maybe I should go with you. I don't see you enough now that I work." "No!" Ryou yelled before he could stop himself. Bakura eyed him. "Why not?"
Ryou's mind raced for an excuse. "I just want some time to think, that's all. I think better when I'm on a long walk." Bakura gave him a harsh look, and then it set into a calmer one. "Oh, my little hikari, I see what's going on." "Y-you do?" "Oh, yes. With me around so little, you must need more company than the empty apartment. Do you have a friend that you want to go see, eh?" Ryou sputtered.
"Of course not. Don't be ridiculous, Karakage. You know I wouldn't do that." "Oh, do I? Who knows, maybe it's not just a friend but a boyfriend!!!" "No! Bakura, my love, you know I would never—I'm just as loyal as—You have to believe me, I." Bakura gave him a harsh look. "Sigh Bakura, I love you. I wouldn't ever cheat and you know it." "Hmm. You always have been a loyal one. Just like a puppy." He reached out to pet Ryou's hair and the white-haired hikari began to purr. "Or a sanura. A cat. My kitten."
"Don't treat me like a pet. I'm your...boyfriend, am I not?" "Yes, you are. My little lover. And maybe I should remind you why." "Oh no, Bakura. I can't." "Why not?" Ryou blushed as Bakura pressed his face to Ryou's neck, growling/purring sweetly. "You like?" "You know I do." Bakura reached for his hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing it. "I think I need a break. Want to continue this...in the bedroom?" Ryou considered it. He did want to go out and have a look around, but he and Bakura got so little time together.
"Yes, Bakura, I think I do." Bakura led him to the bedroom, pressing his lips roughly to Ryou's once the door clicked shut behind them. "Lights on or off?" Bakura asked, gruffly. "I think off would be better." "Ooh, in a good mood tonight?" Ryou blushed as Bakura kissed him again, this time running his tongue over Ryou's lips, wanting entrance. He parted his lips, and Bakura delved into his mouth, slipping his tongue under Ryou's in an attempt to get the boy to play. Then, he gave him a light smack for trying. "Nuh uh. Tonight, you just lay still and know the pleasure."
Bakura backed his little lover to the bed, pushing him down onto it, never breaking their kiss. His hands traveled down to the buttons on Ryou's shirt, undoing the top one. (OK, this is new territory for me. No laughs, now.) "Such white skin. And so soon to be tainted with possession." He undid a few more until the sleeves were hanging off of Ryou's shoulders, revealing his lovely collarbone. Bakura immediately started to suckle on the soft skin, drawing both blood and moans to the surface.
"Uh, Bakura. My love." "Shh. Down, Ryou. No." Ryou tried not to arch or anything, letting Bakura get a nice spot of blood before biting down, hard, and lapping up the blood that poured out. "Ung, Bakura. That hurts." "It won't for much longer." He kept drawing more and more blood to the surface until the mark had closed over. He then continued to kiss lower, eventually reaching one of the two peaks on Ryou's chest.
Ryou bit back a moan as Bakura licked the sensitive nub, reaching up to catch his hands in Bakura's spiked locks. Bakura let out a quiet growl at the soft tug. "You're pulling my hair, sanura." "So? Oh, Gods, keep doing that," he moaned as Bakura moved to circle the nipple with his tongue. "As you wish." He did as Ryou wanted; continuing on until boredom and the need to hear more of those hot little noises Ryou made took over. Without notice, he bit down, the little one beneath him yelping in pain.
Bakura soothed the bite with his tongue, reaching up to wipe the few tears from the corner of Ryou's eyes. "That's a good kitty," he teased, moving away from the abused nub. He smiled up at Ryou, who gave him a look of surprise. "May I ask what you are up to, Bakura? You're never into this much foreplay." Bakura just smirked at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He moved to the other side of his chest, giving his other half the same pleasure.
Ryou made a fist in Bakura's hair, his mind running wild and reaching few conclusive thoughts. 'Hmm, my Bakura must be in a really good mood today. But, Gods, does this feel good. I wonder why, though. I don't think I missed a holiday, or something.' Giggles took over as the yami kissed down his far-to-thin-to-be-healthy stomach. "Tickles." "That's nothing," Bakura told him, sticking his tongue in Ryou's belly button, earning him more of those sweet giggles. His hands moved to the rim of Ryou's pants, but Ryou stopped him.
"Why are you doing this? You've never acted like this before." Bakura frowned at this. He seemed to be choosing his words with care. "I don't want you to think that I've abandoned you just because I have to work now. I saw the look you gave me when I wanted to sleep instead of being with you. I don't want to ever see that look again." "Oh, Bakura," Ryou sighed, taking his hands away from Bakura's, letting his yami unzip his pants, pulling them down past his hips. "You know, you're really pretty, hikari. So fucking pretty."
Ryou blushed at this. Was he, really? He didn't think so. But then, Bakura had never been the only person to say it. Many people, strangers on the street often times, would say the same thing and smile at the resulting blush. He couldn't help but wonder if these people really thought he was 'pretty'. Weren't men supposed to be handsome?
All trains of thought seemed to pull out of the proverbial station as Bakura took his length into his mouth. Ryou couldn't hold back the loud moan that resulted from the hot mouth on his sensitive parts. He reached for Bakura's hair once more, but the dark moved them away. After Ryou had nearly choked him, he didn't think it a good idea to let the younger one take the initiative. He reached over to the side table to get the half- used tube of strawberry lube, keeping Ryou's attention on his mouth while he coated three claw-like digits.
Ryou bucked his hips, suddenly, making Bakura take more of him in. The dark suppressed his gag reflexes, taking Ryou to the base, just as he slid the first finger in. Ryou gasped at the intrusion. At one point, it would have been as familiar as air, but as it were, he felt like a little virgin all over again. Bakura let his member slip out of his mouth. "It'll take some re-getting-used-to, but you'll be fine in a minute." He bowed his head once again. True to the yami's prophecy, he was soon trying to push against the finger that was stretching him.
On that note, Bakura added another, making up for the sting with long licks to his now straining organ. The pressure was building in his lower tummy, and he really needed release. Once the third finger was added, the feeling of familiarity sat in, making him thrust against the invading digits, trying to relieve the pressure in his groin. Bakura knew his lover would be coming soon, and crooked his fingers to hit Ryou's prostate. Ryou came with a gasp, and Bakura collected his prize, suckling on his hikari 'til the young one had no more to give.
"Did you like that, Kitty?" Ryou panted. "Where in the world did that come from? You never want to play like that, no matter what the occasion." "Well, I do now. Do you want to continue on?" Ryou pondered it. "Yes." Bakura swiftly coated his own hard shaft, then moved Ryou so he was lying on his back and wrapped the uke's legs around his waist. "Ready?" At Ryou's nod, he pushed in past the still tight ring that wanted to stop him from reaching his haven. Ryou whined, but held onto his yami's upper arms, not letting him stop. Soon, Bakura was buried to the hilt.
"Ung, Gods, Ryou. So warm, and so tight." Ryou blushed at the crude words as he adjusted to the feeling of having Bakura inside of him again. He thrust back onto his impalment, and Bakura pulled out to the tip. "Look at me, Ryou." The two locked gazes as Bakura thrust back in. Ryou gasped at the feeling and at the emotions in Bakura's eyes. Ones of lust and want, but also love and promise. This was what he lived for; this feeling of closeness that he had missed so much.
"So...fucking good. So sweet. You were made for this, Ryou. Un, you seem to have been made to be perfect for me." Bakura's thrusts sped up until he was pounding Ryou into the mattress at an animalistic rate. Ryou's arousal came back in full swing as his prostate was rubbed again and again. "Bakura, need...oh, god." "So good at this, baby. So hot and beautiful. I am a lucky yami to-groan- have you."
Then, unbade, the thought sprang into Ryou's head, a quote of what Jou had said before. ' "Does Bakura like it wen you two do it?" "Yeah." "So do dose men, but they don' have a lover to do it wit." ' If these men were anything like Bakura, would one of them think the same thing to have him? Did that make him regard those men higher or his lover lower? Did it matter? Suddenly, he saw Bakura in the same way he had seen the man who had tried to pick up Jou. Were they any different?
One rough slam into his abused backside sent both him and Bakura over the edge. Bakura pulled his now-limp member out of Ryou and pulled him to his chest. "Pretty kitty," he whispered to himself. But Ryou didn't comment on this. His thoughts were still elsewhere.
If Bakura and that man were no different, then was having sex with Bakura that much different than with that man? Three years of love and devotion between himself and Bakura lowered in value as he questioned this. He couldn't think of any of the reasons he had told himself before of why it would be bad. The only difference between Bakura and that man were that Bakura had Ryou. But now Ryou couldn't think why first was best, and he was now determined to go see that other side of the fence.
He scrunched his nose when Bakura pulled him close for a nap. Bakura's touch was now no different than any mans'. But he had liked Bakura's touch. Would he like someone else's?
Ha ha, that is the question for you to decide. After all, that will determine quite a bit of the plot. Will he enjoy his work or will it be all for the mulah? You tell me.
Also, I want to thank all of you who read this chapter through. This really was the first lemon I have ever written, and I know that Mom would kill me if she found out. Still, I knew that in a story with this plot, I'd have to get used to it, fast. This may or may not be the last 'softer' lemon in this fic. Depends on how I feel. But for all of you who were kind enough to read this through, this was for you.
Useless fact of the chapter: (I forgot on the last chapter, so you get extra today)
The alphabet song and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same tune. Sing them both if you don't believe me.
Life is sexually transmitted.
I'll admit it, I'm a blonde. For all you blondes out there, this is a tidbit of humor for you. (I didn't write them, so don't sue me.)
WHAT DO BRUNETTES MISS MOST ABOUT A GREAT PARTY? The
invitation
WHAT'S A BRUNETTE'S MATING CALL? "Has the blonde left
yet?"
WHAT'S BLACK & BLUE & BROWN AND LAYING IN A DITCH? A
brunette who's told too many blonde jokes.
(No offence meant to any brunettes out there. I just thought it was funny.)
Well, I just have one thing to say. THANK YOU; to all my wonderful reviewers. You're help and inspiration is what keeps these fics on the site for everyone else, so give yourselves a hand. =D
Also, this chapter contains my first ever lemon. I hope you like it.
And on that lovely (and short) note, On With the Fic!
Hidden Guardian
Ryou poked his head out of the room, looking this way and that, not wanting Bakura to know where he was going. He slunk down the hallway, trying not to make a sound that would draw Bakura to his direction. He made it to the end of the hallway and peeked into the kitchen. His darker half was sitting at the table with a stack of papers and a calculator in front of him. He couldn't help but chuckle at the idea that his yami might know how to use the damn thing.
He had almost made it to the front door when something made him stop. It felt like someone was watching him. He glanced over his shoulder but couldn't see anything. However, when he turned back to the front, he came nose-to-nose with Bakura. "AAHHH!!!" Bakura laughed darkly as he fell on his but with a squeak. "Bakura, that wasn't nice. What have I told you about sneaking up on people?"
"That I shouldn't do it unless you feel like playing 'hide-and-go-seek'," he purred, making Ryou blush. "Um, yes, well-" "Where are you going?" Bakura asked him, giving him that 'I-know-you-so-don't-you-fuckin'-lie-to- me' look. "I was just going...out for a bit, maybe take a walk, that's all." Bakura's look grew dark. "Don't lie to me, and never lie to my face, you understand?"
Ryou almost considered coming up with something a little more believable until he realized that it would mean admitting that he'd been lying before. "No, really, I was just going for a walk." "Hmm, maybe I should go with you. I don't see you enough now that I work." "No!" Ryou yelled before he could stop himself. Bakura eyed him. "Why not?"
Ryou's mind raced for an excuse. "I just want some time to think, that's all. I think better when I'm on a long walk." Bakura gave him a harsh look, and then it set into a calmer one. "Oh, my little hikari, I see what's going on." "Y-you do?" "Oh, yes. With me around so little, you must need more company than the empty apartment. Do you have a friend that you want to go see, eh?" Ryou sputtered.
"Of course not. Don't be ridiculous, Karakage. You know I wouldn't do that." "Oh, do I? Who knows, maybe it's not just a friend but a boyfriend!!!" "No! Bakura, my love, you know I would never—I'm just as loyal as—You have to believe me, I." Bakura gave him a harsh look. "Sigh Bakura, I love you. I wouldn't ever cheat and you know it." "Hmm. You always have been a loyal one. Just like a puppy." He reached out to pet Ryou's hair and the white-haired hikari began to purr. "Or a sanura. A cat. My kitten."
"Don't treat me like a pet. I'm your...boyfriend, am I not?" "Yes, you are. My little lover. And maybe I should remind you why." "Oh no, Bakura. I can't." "Why not?" Ryou blushed as Bakura pressed his face to Ryou's neck, growling/purring sweetly. "You like?" "You know I do." Bakura reached for his hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing it. "I think I need a break. Want to continue this...in the bedroom?" Ryou considered it. He did want to go out and have a look around, but he and Bakura got so little time together.
"Yes, Bakura, I think I do." Bakura led him to the bedroom, pressing his lips roughly to Ryou's once the door clicked shut behind them. "Lights on or off?" Bakura asked, gruffly. "I think off would be better." "Ooh, in a good mood tonight?" Ryou blushed as Bakura kissed him again, this time running his tongue over Ryou's lips, wanting entrance. He parted his lips, and Bakura delved into his mouth, slipping his tongue under Ryou's in an attempt to get the boy to play. Then, he gave him a light smack for trying. "Nuh uh. Tonight, you just lay still and know the pleasure."
Bakura backed his little lover to the bed, pushing him down onto it, never breaking their kiss. His hands traveled down to the buttons on Ryou's shirt, undoing the top one. (OK, this is new territory for me. No laughs, now.) "Such white skin. And so soon to be tainted with possession." He undid a few more until the sleeves were hanging off of Ryou's shoulders, revealing his lovely collarbone. Bakura immediately started to suckle on the soft skin, drawing both blood and moans to the surface.
"Uh, Bakura. My love." "Shh. Down, Ryou. No." Ryou tried not to arch or anything, letting Bakura get a nice spot of blood before biting down, hard, and lapping up the blood that poured out. "Ung, Bakura. That hurts." "It won't for much longer." He kept drawing more and more blood to the surface until the mark had closed over. He then continued to kiss lower, eventually reaching one of the two peaks on Ryou's chest.
Ryou bit back a moan as Bakura licked the sensitive nub, reaching up to catch his hands in Bakura's spiked locks. Bakura let out a quiet growl at the soft tug. "You're pulling my hair, sanura." "So? Oh, Gods, keep doing that," he moaned as Bakura moved to circle the nipple with his tongue. "As you wish." He did as Ryou wanted; continuing on until boredom and the need to hear more of those hot little noises Ryou made took over. Without notice, he bit down, the little one beneath him yelping in pain.
Bakura soothed the bite with his tongue, reaching up to wipe the few tears from the corner of Ryou's eyes. "That's a good kitty," he teased, moving away from the abused nub. He smiled up at Ryou, who gave him a look of surprise. "May I ask what you are up to, Bakura? You're never into this much foreplay." Bakura just smirked at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He moved to the other side of his chest, giving his other half the same pleasure.
Ryou made a fist in Bakura's hair, his mind running wild and reaching few conclusive thoughts. 'Hmm, my Bakura must be in a really good mood today. But, Gods, does this feel good. I wonder why, though. I don't think I missed a holiday, or something.' Giggles took over as the yami kissed down his far-to-thin-to-be-healthy stomach. "Tickles." "That's nothing," Bakura told him, sticking his tongue in Ryou's belly button, earning him more of those sweet giggles. His hands moved to the rim of Ryou's pants, but Ryou stopped him.
"Why are you doing this? You've never acted like this before." Bakura frowned at this. He seemed to be choosing his words with care. "I don't want you to think that I've abandoned you just because I have to work now. I saw the look you gave me when I wanted to sleep instead of being with you. I don't want to ever see that look again." "Oh, Bakura," Ryou sighed, taking his hands away from Bakura's, letting his yami unzip his pants, pulling them down past his hips. "You know, you're really pretty, hikari. So fucking pretty."
Ryou blushed at this. Was he, really? He didn't think so. But then, Bakura had never been the only person to say it. Many people, strangers on the street often times, would say the same thing and smile at the resulting blush. He couldn't help but wonder if these people really thought he was 'pretty'. Weren't men supposed to be handsome?
All trains of thought seemed to pull out of the proverbial station as Bakura took his length into his mouth. Ryou couldn't hold back the loud moan that resulted from the hot mouth on his sensitive parts. He reached for Bakura's hair once more, but the dark moved them away. After Ryou had nearly choked him, he didn't think it a good idea to let the younger one take the initiative. He reached over to the side table to get the half- used tube of strawberry lube, keeping Ryou's attention on his mouth while he coated three claw-like digits.
Ryou bucked his hips, suddenly, making Bakura take more of him in. The dark suppressed his gag reflexes, taking Ryou to the base, just as he slid the first finger in. Ryou gasped at the intrusion. At one point, it would have been as familiar as air, but as it were, he felt like a little virgin all over again. Bakura let his member slip out of his mouth. "It'll take some re-getting-used-to, but you'll be fine in a minute." He bowed his head once again. True to the yami's prophecy, he was soon trying to push against the finger that was stretching him.
On that note, Bakura added another, making up for the sting with long licks to his now straining organ. The pressure was building in his lower tummy, and he really needed release. Once the third finger was added, the feeling of familiarity sat in, making him thrust against the invading digits, trying to relieve the pressure in his groin. Bakura knew his lover would be coming soon, and crooked his fingers to hit Ryou's prostate. Ryou came with a gasp, and Bakura collected his prize, suckling on his hikari 'til the young one had no more to give.
"Did you like that, Kitty?" Ryou panted. "Where in the world did that come from? You never want to play like that, no matter what the occasion." "Well, I do now. Do you want to continue on?" Ryou pondered it. "Yes." Bakura swiftly coated his own hard shaft, then moved Ryou so he was lying on his back and wrapped the uke's legs around his waist. "Ready?" At Ryou's nod, he pushed in past the still tight ring that wanted to stop him from reaching his haven. Ryou whined, but held onto his yami's upper arms, not letting him stop. Soon, Bakura was buried to the hilt.
"Ung, Gods, Ryou. So warm, and so tight." Ryou blushed at the crude words as he adjusted to the feeling of having Bakura inside of him again. He thrust back onto his impalment, and Bakura pulled out to the tip. "Look at me, Ryou." The two locked gazes as Bakura thrust back in. Ryou gasped at the feeling and at the emotions in Bakura's eyes. Ones of lust and want, but also love and promise. This was what he lived for; this feeling of closeness that he had missed so much.
"So...fucking good. So sweet. You were made for this, Ryou. Un, you seem to have been made to be perfect for me." Bakura's thrusts sped up until he was pounding Ryou into the mattress at an animalistic rate. Ryou's arousal came back in full swing as his prostate was rubbed again and again. "Bakura, need...oh, god." "So good at this, baby. So hot and beautiful. I am a lucky yami to-groan- have you."
Then, unbade, the thought sprang into Ryou's head, a quote of what Jou had said before. ' "Does Bakura like it wen you two do it?" "Yeah." "So do dose men, but they don' have a lover to do it wit." ' If these men were anything like Bakura, would one of them think the same thing to have him? Did that make him regard those men higher or his lover lower? Did it matter? Suddenly, he saw Bakura in the same way he had seen the man who had tried to pick up Jou. Were they any different?
One rough slam into his abused backside sent both him and Bakura over the edge. Bakura pulled his now-limp member out of Ryou and pulled him to his chest. "Pretty kitty," he whispered to himself. But Ryou didn't comment on this. His thoughts were still elsewhere.
If Bakura and that man were no different, then was having sex with Bakura that much different than with that man? Three years of love and devotion between himself and Bakura lowered in value as he questioned this. He couldn't think of any of the reasons he had told himself before of why it would be bad. The only difference between Bakura and that man were that Bakura had Ryou. But now Ryou couldn't think why first was best, and he was now determined to go see that other side of the fence.
He scrunched his nose when Bakura pulled him close for a nap. Bakura's touch was now no different than any mans'. But he had liked Bakura's touch. Would he like someone else's?
Ha ha, that is the question for you to decide. After all, that will determine quite a bit of the plot. Will he enjoy his work or will it be all for the mulah? You tell me.
Also, I want to thank all of you who read this chapter through. This really was the first lemon I have ever written, and I know that Mom would kill me if she found out. Still, I knew that in a story with this plot, I'd have to get used to it, fast. This may or may not be the last 'softer' lemon in this fic. Depends on how I feel. But for all of you who were kind enough to read this through, this was for you.
Useless fact of the chapter: (I forgot on the last chapter, so you get extra today)
The alphabet song and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same tune. Sing them both if you don't believe me.
Life is sexually transmitted.
I'll admit it, I'm a blonde. For all you blondes out there, this is a tidbit of humor for you. (I didn't write them, so don't sue me.)
WHAT DO BRUNETTES MISS MOST ABOUT A GREAT PARTY? The
invitation
WHAT'S A BRUNETTE'S MATING CALL? "Has the blonde left
yet?"
WHAT'S BLACK & BLUE & BROWN AND LAYING IN A DITCH? A
brunette who's told too many blonde jokes.
(No offence meant to any brunettes out there. I just thought it was funny.)