Tender Moments
Author's Notes: So I finally got the plot going and the story can start going somewhere (namely Bakura's bedroom snicker). So enjoy!
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Ok. So what just happened? Bakura was pacing the floor. It couldn't have meant anything. I mean I probably just got the random thought because of what Ryou told me this morning. Yea that's it! It meant nothing! He gave a nervous laugh and rubbed his neck, sweat still dripping from his face. Besides… if it did happen, Ryou's obviously chosen me other wise he would have run a mile by now. This thought calmed him and he suddenly smirked.
"Yea. Of course he chose me! I'm the best damn looking guy in the whole of Domino. Maybe even all of Japan!" He looked extremely smug now.
"Bakura?" Ryou's gentle voice called out. Like a boy looking for his lost dog. His head poked out from around the door and he looked confusedly at him yami, who was stood in the middle of his room striking a pose. He sweat dropped at the sight of his hikari and quickly walked over to him.
Ryou looked into Bakura's eyes and wasn't sure why he saw sadness in them. He felt as a hand ran down his arm and moved round behind his waste. The other stroked his pale cheek gently. Bakura moved in and kissed Ryou softly, his head clouded with so many emotions from what has just happened; and he wanted to make them go away. He broke the kiss and loosely grabbed the hikari's wrist and led him to the bed.
Sitting Ryou on the bed he crawled on and began moving over the small light. Leaning back as he did so, Ryou never broke contact with his yami's eyes, until Bakura looked down as his hand fell down the flat chest and slipped under the jumper. His hand moved round to the waist as he began lifting the tight material. There was barely any room between the boy and the material, making Bakura's hand press down on the skin. Lumps grew on the material where his fingers were as he reached Ryou's rib cage. He bent his neck so his head was closer to his hikari's stomach and his tongue snaked out to run along the soft skin.
Ryou gasped out at the sudden wet, warmth. It trailed upwards until the jumper blocked it, and with that Bakura proceeded to remove it. Pulling it over Ryou's head and arms until it was completely off and on the floor. The small chest moved in an out as Ryou breathed, his eyes hooded with passion. Bakura smiled and cupped Ryou's chin as he kissed him tenderly. Ryou moaned into his mouth as Bakura's tongue entered and filled his mouth. Slowly he lay down on the bed and Bakura broke the kiss as he removed his own shirt and straddled his little light. He lay down on Ryou and received a small moan as their skin touched. He continued with the kiss until both were thoroughly out of breath. He lifted himself up and began trailing small kisses down Ryou's chest and stomach. Running his fingers along lazily. Ryou gasped at every touch. Bakura's skin was so cold. He then looked up as he felt the tightness in his jeans leave. Bakura had undone them and was beginning to pull them off Ryou's thin legs. Then followed his boxers.
Bakura looked down at the angelic body. There wasn't a flaw in it. The skin was pale and soft. No cuts. No bruises. Nothing. His hand ran along the inner thy, causing it to twitch. He moved his head down and began sucking and nipping at the tender flesh until a mark was left. He admired his work and looked at Ryou's lustful face.
"You've been marked now." He smirked. "And no-one will see this but me." Ryou suddenly jerked and threw his head back as Bakura's mouth took in his erection. He sweaty hands clung onto the sheets and he arched his back. Bakura was lightly running his teeth along the skin as his head moved up and down. He then rubbed the sides with his skilled tongue and listened as Ryou moaned his name. Chucking, he pulled away and looked down at his now disappointed hikari. He began lightly running his fingertips up and down the shaft and Ryou squirmed from the punishing pleasure.
"What's wrong my little angel?" he asked lustfully. Ryou was panting and couldn't take the strain. Even though it was cruel, Bakura loved the way Ryou moved when he wanted it. Before when they had made love, he had given Ryou exactly as he wanted with no distractions. But now he wanted to hear him beg for it.
"Please…" Ryou managed to let out through the gasps and moans.
"Please, what?" The yami teased. Now swirling his thumb over the end of Ryou's swollen member.
"I- I…" but Ryou didn't have time. Bakura had decided that was enough. Not only was his own erection causing great discomfort in his jeans, but also he could bear to torture his little light any longer. He engulfed the whole thing and sucked hard. Ryou cried out at the sudden feeling and grabbed onto Bakura's hair. But then he soon released it as he moaned loudly and his essence poured into Bakura's mouth. Swallowing most of it, Bakura looked up at the exhausted figure before him. He moved up to his light and kissed him deeply, letting him taste his own seed. When he pulled away, Ryou smiled sweetly. Instantly reminding Bakura of his daydream. His eyes widened and he quickly tried to shake the thought from his head. He sat back up and began removing his remaining clothes.
Spreading Ryou's legs, he sat himself between them. His hand move down and found its way to Ryou's buttock. He slowly slid his finger into the tight entrance, making the hikari arch his back in both pain and pleasure. He proceeded with moving it in and out slowly and the entrance slowly relaxed. With that he inserted a second finger and Ryou yelped. Bakura's skin was still cold and it took over the warmth of his inside. He was panting wildly as the feeling continued and he couldn't control himself. Bakura removed his fingers from Ryou and got a disapproving moan. He then reached under the bed to retrieve a bottle of lube. Layering a generous amount on his hands he covered Ryou's pink entrance and his own erection. Readying himself he looked at the tired body beneath him. The hair clung to Ryou's sweaty face and his mouth was gawping open as if there was a lack of hair.
"Ready?" Bakura asked politely. He watched as Ryou nodded his head tiredly and gently inserted himself. The ring of muscle tightened around his cock and he moaned at the painful pleasure. He slowly began a rhythm and leaned over Ryou's shaking frame, supported by his arms. Moving his hips towards Ryou's, Bakura found himself getting out of breath. He looked down at Ryou as he moaned each time he moved himself in. He was surprised when a shaky hand moved up around his neck and tangled its fingers into the white hair. Ryou's other hand, Bakura was even more surprised to discover, was pumping his new erection in time with the rhythm.
As Bakura felt himself come to the climax, he increased the speed, fully inserting himself now. Ryou's seed splattered against his chest as he cried out and Bakura was soon to follow. He poured into Ryou and fell on top of the small bundle. Both gasped, hearts racing in their chests.
The yami finally found the energy to lift himself off his light, his arms shaking under the weight. His head was bowed, the neck unable to hold it up. He lifted it slightly. His hair clung to his face and drooped over his eyes. He peered through the mass of hair and sweat, still panting. Ryou had fallen asleep and looked so peaceful. The light had gone from the room, nothing but beams coming from the outside. Once Bakura managed to move his legs over to the end of the bed he sat. He was still exhausted and could barely hold himself up.
His head fell into his hands and he felt as tears brimmed his eyes. He wasn't sure why, but he just started crying. Maybe it felt as though he'd forced Ryou to sleep with him. Maybe it was because his emotions were running wild. Or maybe, it was because of his daydream. He couldn't get it out of his head and his mind was filled with worry and doubt. He hauled himself to his feat and his body swayed as it moved towards the door, grabbing his jeans as he went he pulled them on and left the room. He shut the door quietly so as not to wake his little angel. The house was so quiet now. Bakura looked around at the small hallway. His memories haunted him as he looked at the various places he had beat Ryou or threatened him. Why had he acted that way? He clenched his fists as the voices echoed through his mind.
"Your so weak and pathetic! No wonder everyone hates you." His voice scorned the whimpering boy before him.
Bakura stood, tears trickling down his face, head slightly bowed. He was too weak to fight off the nightmare of his past. He fell to his knees and broke down. His body shook as he let out silent sobs.
He lifted his head as something warm and caring wrapped around his bare chest. He looked to see Ryou's pale body, his head hooked over the shaking yami's shoulder. Bakura slowly lifted his arms and laid them on the soft back.
"Bakura?" Ryou mumbled out. Bakura's voice croaked as it attempted a reply but nothing came out. Ryou's grip tightened on the broken yami.
"I love you." Ryou's voice spoke gently. Bakura felt as more tears threatened to fall and he held tightly onto his hikari.
"I love you too."
It was 12pm and Marik had been sat on the sofa, waiting for the phone to ring nearly all day. It had been an entire day since the incident and he had thought Ryou would have called to interrogate him, but perhaps not.
"Maaaaariiiiiik!" Malik's voice moaned out like a child. He had been laid in the bedroom for about an hour now and had expected his hikari to follow. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" he was growing impatient and wanted to be with his hikari. It didn't help that he hadn't even been able to kiss him the previous night, but he wasn't ready to go another night unsatisfied.
Marik ignored him though. His arm propped up his head as he fell into a daydream. He did love his yami but that night with Ryou had been something special. He had no idea why but it just had. He closed his eyes as he imagined being with Ryou.
His eyes snapped open as Malik lifted him onto his shoulder and dragged him to the bedroom.
"MALIK! WHAT THE HELL?" Marik hit his yami's back in a desperate attempt to be set free but failed miserably. He yelled as he was thrown onto the bed and Malik crawled on top of him. He smirked at his fallen hikari as Marik perched himself on his elbows.
"What's the matter?" the yami chuckled. Marik just snarled and lay down, pulling his yami down into a kiss. Well he wasn't exactly happy about the treatment but still wanted his yami.
Marik scrambled out of bed and ran for the ringing phone. Malik was flat on his face on the bed where he had just been snuggling with his light.
"Hello?" Marik answered, the sound of Malik's cursing in the background.
"Hi, it's Yugi." The unnaturally high-pitched voice replied. Marik gave a sigh. He was hoping it was Ryou but none the less.
"Hey Yugi." He yawned. "What's up?"
"THE FUCKING PHONE RANG! THAT'S WHAT'S UP!" Malik came into the room in all his naked glory.
"Not you baka!" Marik shouted.
"Oh sorry. Did I wake you?" Yugi sounded slightly nervous due to the loud shouts. Malik glared at his light as he pulled on a pair of trousers.
"No. Malik's just pissed because he wasn't on top last night." Marik joked, but Yugi obviously hadn't realised because he groaned and answered:
"Too much information Marik!"
"Hey! I was joking… he's never on top." And Yugi listened as Malik tackled his hikari to the floor.
"SAY THAT AGAIN! I DARE YOU!" He yelled.
"Um… maybe I should call later." The little voice murmured from the phone, which was now hanging by its wire and hung up.
Malik received a big slap round the back of the head as Marik retrieved the phone.
"Now look what you did!" He yelled at his yami, who was kneeling on the floor, arm covering his head where he had just been hit. Shaking his head Marik went back to the bedroom. Malik began to follow but froze when Marik's voice called out "Don't even think about it!"
"Fuck that." He mused and strolled into the bedroom. Mistake number one. He landed on the floor with a thump and he was holding onto his face. Marik had kicked him upon entry and aimed a little too high.
"Why are you so violent?" Malik moaned as tears streaked down his face. "I don't treat you like that!"
Marik had only just realised he had been laying it on a bit thick. He was normally rough with Malik but he was letting himself go.
"Sorry" he said kneeling down next to Malik and helping him up. "I'm just a little distracted lately, I wasn't thinking."
"Damn right! Now I'd be making me a big apology cake if I were you!"
"Baka." Marik mumbled as he walked off to get dressed.
The next morning, Ryou had gotten up early to make breakfast. He was in the kitchen for about 2 hours making all sorts of things for him and his yami, but mostly his yami.
When Bakura came in, Ryou watched him lovingly as he made his way to the table. Bakura looked shaken. He had lines under his eyes, making him appear aged and his body was shaking, but he still smiled back at the hikari. Ryou walked over with various trays covered in pancakes, toast, cereal (minus the milk) and lots of other things and laid them in front of his yami. He gave a little peck on the cheek and stood beside the table.
"Dig in!" He mused. Bakura looked helplessly at Ryou.
"Y- you did all this for me?" He murmured.
"Of course I did!" Ryou chuckled. Smiling as if to add 'I love you' on the end but didn't. Ryou knew that Bakura wasn't into that soppy stuff, despite what happened last night.
"Thank you…" Bakura seemed a bit lost, but still began to shovel down the food. He was relieved when Ryou left the room after a few minutes. It made him feel like he had to look like he was enjoying the food. Not that he wasn't but he just wasn't in the mood.
At least he didn't have to worry about the Marik thing anymore. Hearing Ryou say he loved him reassured him that Ryou wouldn't just swan off and leave. The thought cheered him up and he suddenly realised that he was actually hungry.
When he was done, Bakura headed out to the living room and plopped down on the sofa. He gave a sigh and looked around for the TV remote and as he looked he heard Ryou's voice from the hallway.
Who on earth is he talking to? Bakura silently made his way to the door and peered through the small crack. Ryou was stood with his back to the door, the phone pressed against his ear. Whoever he was on the phone to must have been talking because Ryou wasn't.
That's funny. I didn't here the phone ring. Ryou turned around and Bakura saw his cheeks were blushed. What the…?
Ryou suddenly laughed and began to speak.
"Bakura? Yes, he's fine." He smiled lovingly as he spoke. He paused for a while. "I've just had a lot on my mind. I would talk to Bakura but I just feel as though he wouldn't be interested. You know what he's like." The other person spoke. "Well… It's just- the other night. I just got the feeling that…" He paused, his eyes closed, thinking of how to say it. "Never mind. It's nothing." He said morbidly. "Look, I've got to go. Yea… Bye Marik."
MARIK! Bakura fell back onto the floor just as Ryou put the phone down.
"Bakura?" He called out and came into the living room and found the yami sprawled out on the floor. "What on earth? Were you just listening?" He questioned.
"NO…no I just slipped when I was looking for the remote."
There's no way he's going to buy that! But Ryou just smiled.
"Oh, okay." When he left Bakura sighed. He shouldn't let this get on top of him. Marik and Ryou are a friend, that's why they had gone out the other night, that's why Bakura shouldn't look too much into the phone call. Beside… it's not like they said anything that suggested that something was going on between them. He lay down on the sofa flicked the channels on the TV. Boring…shit…boring, boring… Then his eyes widened as he flicked onto Trisha, the topic at the bottom of the screen was: 'I think my boyfriends cheating on me!'
WHAT THE FUCK? Bakura quickly turned off the TV and sat tense, his fingers dug into the sofa. NO! DAMMIT I know Ryou wouldn't do that! I have to trust him. I do trust him.
Ryou entered the room and stood in front of his yami. Bakura couldn't take his eyes off him.
Damn you Ryou. Why do you have to be so damn sexy?
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Author's Notes: Now I know some of you might be annoyed that i skipped out the MarikxMalik sex scene but thats because this story revolves around Ryou's love life. Not Marik's. And things are about to get very tense so I hope you're all ready for some drama! REVIEW PLEASE!