Clash Between Two Worlds
Chapter 14: Life-Long Decision
"M – Mating bonds?"
Ryou didn't know what to think. Had he even heard right?
His silent question was answered as the demon nodded his head faintly, before clearing his throat again and attempting to avoid all eye contact, trying to hide his lightly tinged cheeks.
"Yeah, well, you know…" He trailed off for a moment, "You know what; it's either that or you can go back to nothing."
The angel was still in shock… of all the creatures he had ever encountered, a demon had asked him to be his mate. And another male, no less! He looked back down at the feather in his right hand and the two majiwaru in his left.
Could he actually make a relationship with a… a demon… work?
They were never supposed to be together…
Never supposed to associate…
Never supposed to become one…
But no one had ever seemed to show this much care and affection towards him as the demon did… in his own special way.
Not since his mother…
Mum…
Raising his head up, snowy bangs slid from mocha eyes, allowing their sight to take in the mirror in front of them. He saw his mother's statue, the resemblance to her actual form uncanny.
Would he be displeasing her if he chose to stay?
Nibbling at his lip gently, Ryou made up his mind with one last glace at the statue.
After the demon had healed him…
Given him a temporary home…
Save him…
Raped him…
…
For the majority of the time…
He had felt safe.
Pulling the two majiwaru on to his wrist, the angel turned to face the demon's legs. Taking a hold of one black boot as he leaned down, he removed it, before doing the same to the other. Bare feet exposed, he bent one forward slightly, slipping one of the golden rings on.
Bakura watched in silence as the second anklet settled around his other leg, the angel sitting up straight. As he turned to face the demon, chocolate eyes lowered, before slowly rising to meet mahogany.
"I… I accept your proposal, Bakura."
The dark male merely watched the other in silence again, both in shock and surprise, before getting out, "Y-you do?"
Ryou nodded, a small smile crossing his lips.
Bakura, in turn, smirked slightly, leaning down to murmur, "Good... I would'a made you stay anyways..." before sealing the distance between them.
The angel felt his heart skip a beat and a part of his mind tell him he was making a mistake, not to do this, to remember what he had done to him just the night before... but his eyes slid shut, ignoring the voice, leaning in to the gentle touches. Moving his hands to grip the front of the demon's shirt again, he leaned in further by tilting his head back more. Bakura deepened the kiss further, his mind fleeing of all thoughts that had previously been roaming around. As the angel responded to his touches, the darker male could feel his twin horns extending from within his spikes, the ivory bones not being the only things extending.
He would have to keep himself in check.
Malik had warned him earlier that he couldn't rush things unless the angel was all right with it. He had said that angel's as timid as Ryou seemed could easily be lost with the wrong words and intentions.
Keeping their kisses slow, Bakura kept his surprise hidden when Ryou's hands moved up his chest and slid around his neck, pressing his body completely against his own. Adjusting his legs, the demon tightened his grip around the younger boy's back, keeping him flush to his body, as well as pulling his lower half into his lap.
Ryou broke the kiss after another moment, his beating heart sounding like a pounding drum in his ears, almost positive that the demon could feel it against his chest. He could feel his cheeks burning red and noticed that, as he studied him, the bridge of the Bakura's nose was tinged a pinkish color. Laying his head down against the other male's collar, the angel could hear the thudding of his quick heartbeat, tilting his head to gently rub his nose against his neck. Lifting a hand, Bakura hesitantly ran his fingers over snow - colored hair, before sinking lower and running the digits through.
The angel, who was quite content where he was laying, was taken from his serene state of mind when he felt hard denim press against his leg and Bakura lay his head against his.
He knew what it was...
The voice from earlier chose this time to speak up.
'He only wants one thing, you fool, and you know it. You're being stupid in thinking that he would want anything other than that. This is all just a trick, a hoax, a way to get into your pants. He's a selfish monster... a demon... just like the rest of his kind; he'll use your body and then cast you aside like you're nothing. You know he will, the Elders said so... don't be a fool.'
Ryou tightened his arms around Bakura's neck, not wanting to believe the words his mind spoke to him.
He didn't want to be alone anymore...
He was reassured briefly as the demon nuzzled his hair, keeping his arms locked possessively around his body. Lifting his head, Ryou met the older male's eyes, searching for any deception in the dark pools. Coming up with nothing, Ryou came to his own realization and made up his mind.
He cared for this demon.
A lot.
Whether that little voice wanted to agree or not.
Bakura watched the angel as his eyes lowered for a moment, waiting for his next move. Again, he hid his surprise when the white- haired angel shifted out of his embrace and through his parting black wings, rising to his feet. Taking his hand as he stood up, Ryou pulled him to his own feet.
"Bakura, what happened here?"
The demon realized that Ryou was looking up at him, his doe - brown eyes worried and questioning. Looking down, he saw that he had his hands pressed against his stomach, right at the slice through his shirt that he had forgotten about.
He shook his head, dismissing the angel's confused gaze, "Don't worry, it's nothing."
Ryou hesitated for a moment, before nodding and turning slightly, pressing his free palm against the mirror at his side. The screen cleared, leaving their reflections in the wake of his mothers smiling face. Glancing back up at the demon, Ryou smiled faintly, before shifting his gaze across the room, towards the large bed.
He let out a surprised squeak when he was suddenly swept up in a pair of arms, his own clutching the black shirt. A breeze swept through the room from the still - open window, giving Ryou a chill in the cooling late evening air. Bakura held him tighter and moved out of the way of the window, laying the angel down on his bed.
Scooting backwards so that he could lean back against the pillows on the headboard, Ryou watched as the demon climbed up onto the mattress. Holding out his arms, he gestured for Bakura to come towards him. Crawling forward, Ryou couldn't help but blush again as the demon came to rest on his knees at his side, leaning down over him. The angel wrapped his arms around the other male's neck, pulling him down further into a soft kiss.
Bakura leaned in further until he nearly laid on top of the younger, a faint growl emitting from his throat as he felt slim fingers weave through his hair and travel up one of his horns, following the shape before moving back down again. Pulling away carefully, mahogany eyes slid open to meet creamy brown, "Are you sure this is what you want... if you're going to change your mind, now is the time to do so... I will return you home, if you wish."
Ryou searched the demon's face above his again for lies and still found nothing. He was speaking the truth... he would take him home if he chose. But... home to what? He had nothing...
That meant... that he really did care...
Then he realized something.
This demon... he had put his name, his reputation, his pride on the line, just by asking him to stay. He knew the consequences if his Elders ever found out... he knew his own consequences. He was risking everything by lowering his pride to admit his affection, in his own way.
He couldn't take that all away...
He did care...
Ryou nodded, "I'm sure. I want to stay."
A small smile crept over Bakura's face as he heard these words and he nearly felt downright giddy on the inside. Creeping forward, he pressed his mouth against the angel's, surprised to find a small tongue slipping past his lips on contact. Slipping a leg over one of Ryou's so that he straddled his thigh, Bakura's shirt was sliding up his back before he knew it, carefully maneuvering it over his wings and off of his body completely.
Ryou stared up at the muscled torso above him and couldn't help but reach a hand up to gently run his fingers over the smooth, pale skin. The demon leaned down to kiss him again, the feeling of something pressing up against his stomach making him smirk slightly and he lifted a hand to slip underneath the large shirt he had lent Ryou. Sliding his fingers up his side and taking the black material with him, Bakura ran his hand back down the younger one's chest and onto his stomach. Swallowing the moan from Ryou as he traveled up the hardening length, the demon effectively pinned it against his denim-clad thigh, as he slowly tormented the white - haired boy.
The Innocent couldn't help as his breathing pattern changed again and became heavier, his eyes closing and silvery eyebrows twitching. Shivers were being sent rolling up and down his spine with every teasing touch, his body burning with a full flush, white bangs beginning to become slightly limp with the small perspiration that was forming on his brow. A small part of his mind was wishing he had that cool breeze washing over him again, before forgetting with a gasp.
His shirt was gone and he hadn't even noticed until he felt hot breath against his collar, immediately burying his hands in Bakura's surprisingly soft hair. Sharp fangs grazed the tender skin with open-mouthed kisses, moving down to the hollow of his throat. The hand on his lower body seemed to be almost petting him, his touches firmer than before, the movements a bit smoother now that his fluids were being spread around. Opening his eyes halfway, Ryou could see the ivory horns moving slightly as the demon attacked his neck, the bone gently nudging his chin every so often.
The angel let out a second gasp and his head twisted to the side, waist jerking sharply under Bakura. Whimpering softly in slight pain, Ryou's lips parted as he panted, the feeling of something moving within his body making him a bit uncomfortable.
"Bakura..." He shivered as the pressure in his lower body grew and his waist moved again without his consent. "...wh-what is that? It hurts a little..."
Bakura pulled away from the skin he had been sucking and nipping at, his spiked hair falling over his shoulders, hands never ceasing their separate activities. "Just relax... it won't hurt anymore when I'm done."
Ryou nodded, the demon letting his smile appear as a smirk at the trust the smaller boy was putting in him. He pressed both his fingers further into the younger body, pressing against the hot walls that hugged his digits, making him groan low in his throat. As the angel suddenly bucked against him and cried out once more, his smirk widened.
It was a good thing he had found it; he didn't know how much more he could delay what he knew both of their bodies wanted.
Removing both of his fingers, Bakura looked down at the flushed and panting angel, the pressure in his groin building and becoming a bit painful. Leaning down once more, the demon pressed himself lightly against Ryou's hips as he brushed his lips against the others in a chaste and lingering kiss, before moving to rub his cheek against the angel's to whisper in his ear.
"Last chance…"
Ryou shook his head softly, his breathing slowed slightly but heart still pounding rapidly. Turning slightly to rest his head against the demon's hair, the lighter boy placed both of his hands on his shoulders.
"Please…"
Letting out a sharp cry, Ryou arched and his muscles tensed painfully, his arms fumbling to find something to hold on to. His pure wings were released from under his shoulder blades on complete instinct as a defense against the pain his body was in and the angel flushed with embarrassment. Wrapping his arms around Bakura's neck in a death grip, the angel buried his burning face against his neck, feeling the others pulse race against his temple.
Everything went still between the two, or as still as it could possibly become. Ryou could feel his entire body trembling as the demon encircled him within his arms, laying against him and pressing the smaller boy further back into the pillows he leaned against. He could hear the dark male breathing heavily against his hair, a pair of lips suddenly pressed against his again.
His sounds were swallowed as Bakura pulled his lower body away from his, only to press back again. Ryou wrapped his pale legs around the demon's waist, pushing him further and making the other groan low in his throat. His breathing rate doubled when he felt Bakura brush against something inside of him, breaking his mouth away to cry out.
Taking this as encouragement, Bakura moved again and was rewarded with the smaller males cries, feeling hands move up through his hair and grip the bases of his horns.
"Mnn, Bakura, please…" Ryou whispered, tilting his head back as the demon bit at his neck again. His body was tingling all over, sensations he had never felt before coursing his veins. The elder sped his pace up, growling against his throat and Ryou couldn't stop the shouts; that spot within him being repeatedly assaulted. A fire was burning in his lower half but he felt no pain, only the increasing pleasure; his length being continuously rubbed roughly between their stomachs. Fingers tightening around the white bone, Ryou kept his legs secure around the other, muscles tensing and relaxing with Bakura's rhythm.
His head beginning to feel light, the angel began dragging his breaths in as gasps, the sweat between their bodies mingling together before dripping down pale skin. As Bakura's thrusts became rougher, Ryou felt his body reach its limit. Whimpering out the demons' name through his panting breaths, Ryou arched his back to press himself tightly against Bakura's body, his wings flaring back against the bed and his release being known with a loud and lingering wail.
The darker male felt himself tip over the edge and into his own release mere seconds after, his nails digging into porcelain skin and ebony wings flaring back as well, his head lifting, only to crush his mouth against Ryou's in a bruising kiss. Bakura's muscles twitched as he released, a long, satisfied mix of a groan and a growl emitting from him. Carefully breaking away from the angel's lips, he laid Ryou back down against the pillows as gently as he could with trembling arms, the other's hands slipping from his horns. He watched the younger male swallow, soft brown eyes half – hooded and watching him. Licking his lips, Ryou smiled tiredly up at the demon and Bakura was unable to stop the smile that spread across his face as well.
"'Kura…" The angel's voice was soft and a bit hoarse from yelling.
"Shh…" Bakura hushed him quietly and held a long finger to the lighter boy's lips, "Don't say anything… just sleep."
Ryou nodded, sinking down into the pillows and closing his eyes with a small sigh, his wings curling against his sides.
Bakura smile grew smaller but never disappeared as he removed himself from Ryou's body and reached for his ripped shirt that he had discarded next to him. Cleaning the mess from both of their bodies with the black material, the demon threw the shirt on to the floor.
He had done it.
The angel was his and no one could ever take him away.
Settling down next to a sleeping Ryou, he propped himself up on his elbow for a moment, gaze roving over his serene features. Moonlight was the only source of light in the room now… had they really been occupied for that long? It didn't matter… what mattered was that he had what he wanted.
Such a little beauty.
Bakura laid back into the pillows, grabbing the blankets as he did. Turning onto his back, the angel next to him shifted, scooting up against his side and placing a thin arm on his chest. The demon smirked slightly at how the younger was still able to keep his air of innocence around him. Ryou mumbled a few incoherent words in his slumber, nuzzling into Bakura's shoulder, before going still again. The dark male crossed his arms over the sleeping boy's back, tilting his head to rest above snowy tresses. Inhaling the sweet scent, mixed with the musk of sex and sweat, he groaned softly, closing his eyes.
This definitely made life a little more interesting…