Trial and Error
Chapter Three: Trial of the Body
Author's Note: I don't own any part of the song I Like The Way You Move by the Body Rockers.
Also…
Please actually read the lyrics… they're incorporated in a way that has actions in between, so if you skim… it's not going to make much sense. So don't skim. I know, I do it too. Bad, bad. Read them.
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"Bakura!" Ryou stood in the living room, staring up into the hallway on the second floor of his home. The bathroom door was the only room semi-visible from his position, partially open to let the sun's sinking orange rays slide out from the window inside. He could hear the music pounding from his yami's room, small vibrations from the bass reverberating under his bare feet. Out of all the 'confounded mortal technological devices', as Bakura liked to call them, the giant stereo system Malik and Marik had bought him for Christmas a year ago was, by far, his most precious possession.
The younger male sighed, crossing his arms.
"BAKURA!"
If he ever got the chance, he was going to seriously strangle those two for ever buying such a thing.
They were sure to get another call sooner or later about disturbing the peace.
Sighing in defeat to the loud music, Ryou started up the steps, making his way past the bathroom. Stopping in front of the first door to his left, he hesitated for a moment, before gripping the knob and twisting.
The sight that met him was one that made his eyes widen and mouth drop open slightly in shock.
Bakura stood on his bed with his back to him, thin body moving side to side to the pounding beat of the music that pulsated through the air, the entire frame rocking under his feet. His voice was clear though, mixing perfectly to the male's voice pounding out of his giant black speakers against the wall. Spiked white hair swayed against pale flesh, occasionally dipping back to brush against the small of his back when he tilted his head to the ceiling. His eyes were closed from what Ryou could see, his attention completely focused on the words he was singing.
Singing?
Holy crap.
Bakura was singing!
"There's so many things I like about you, I… I just don't know where to begin..." His darker half took this time to swing his hips again, one hand raising to his mouth and holding what Ryou recognized as the hairbrush he had lent him a week ago and never returned, using it as a make-shift microphone.
"I like the way you, look at me with those beautiful eyes…I like the way you act all surprised…I like the way you sing along…I like the way you always get it wrong…"
Ryou felt his face beginning to get warm again, this new and rare display of Bakura's character extremely foreign to him.
If he was caught watching…
He didn't have time to think as his mind shut down, listening and watching as Bakura continued repeating the words, mimicking the singer's seductive tone.
"I like the way you, clap your hands…I like the way you love to dance…I like the way you, put your hands up in the air…I like the way you shake your hair..." At this, Bakura ran his other hand back into his messy spikes with another shake of his waist, "I like the way you like to touch…I like the way you stare so much…but most of all…"
Bakura tilted his head back, raising the brush with him.
"Yeah…most of all…"
Ryou nearly had a heart attack on the spot as sharp mahogany eyes locked with his, that toned chest turned to face him completely. And that smirk. That smug smirk was plastered on his darker half's lips, as if he had known he had been watching the entire time. Bakura jumped from his bed and landed on the floor with a loud thump as the music continued, standing up tall and tilting his body back, raising the brush once more and shouting, "I like the way you move!"
Instinctively taking a step back, Ryou couldn't tear his eyes away from his other self, shock and terror both keeping him planted to the spot. But the look on Bakura's face wasn't one of anger… smug was written all over his features instead, as if he knew something Ryou didn't, unnerving the smaller boy even more.
Bakura stepped up in front of him, the "microphone" falling to his side. Reaching into his pajama's pant pocket, he pulled a small, black device out, pointing it back over his shoulder.
Silence suddenly filled the entire house.
Ryou's ears rang from the abrupt lack of sound, green eyes staring up into the burning mahogany that had yet to leave his. The room was dark for the most part, the only rays of orange sun creeping past his feet and climbing the black pant legs of his dark. He swallowed hard at the look his other was still giving him, jumping harshly when his voice broke the silence.
"What are you doing in here, Hikari."
Ryou automatically became flustered at the simple question, his eyes dropping quickly to the carpet. His hands gripped each other nervously, before moving up the bare portion of his arms.
"S-sorry, I, uhm… just… well… I mean, you know -"
"No, I don't know." Strong arms crossed over a pale chest in intimidation, "Enlighten me."
Ryou shifted his weight, forgetting his original reason for coming up to his room, "Uhm…"
"Why's your face that lovely blood color, dear Hikari?"
Hands immediately went to cover his burning face, his mind racing for an excuse and then remembering, "Dinner's ready…"
The two words were mumbled and rushed, the boy quickly gone from the doorway.
Bakura smirked, throwing the stereo remote back onto his bed and following.
Ryou busied himself with setting the table, part of him hoping that his other half would actually stay at the table and eat this time. His name being called startled him and nearly made him drop the plate he was holding.
"Ryooouuu…" His name was called again, this time in a sing-song voice that made his heart beat faster.
In fear or something else, he wasn't sure.
"Where are yooouuu…"
Chewing his lip slightly, Ryou peeked around the corner of the kitchen wall. Bakura suddenly threw himself in front of him, causing the younger male to yelp loudly and stumble back, fumbling with the plate in his arms and then clutching it to his chest. Looking up, Ryou glared at the chuckling spirit.
"What's your problem today!" His voice level rose slightly.
Bakura continued laughing softly, "Scared you, did I?" He chuckled again, "Boo."
Huffing to himself, Ryou placed the plate down on the wooden table, turning away from the other male.
"What are you doing?" Bakura had moved back into the kitchen, coming back with two cans of Mountain Dew, "We're eating outside."
Ryou let out a short, fake laugh, turning around with his hands on his hips, "Oh, are we now? You can go eat where ever you want, I'm not going anywhere."
He gasped when he was suddenly pressed down against the table, his body bent backwards at a slightly painful angle, the dishes rattling in protest. Ryou found Bakura to be leaning down on his chest, drinks on the table and cold hands pinning his wrists next to his head. Blushing darkly at the position, Ryou tried desperately to calm his hormones down. Warm breathing against his cheek made his emerald eyes close, a shiver being sent down his spine. "Bakura, please…"
Hands tightened on his arms, the voice of his other growling out, "You are going to eat outside with me… and you are going to like it. Got it?"
Ryou quickly nodded, feeling the weight stay a moment longer, before slowly letting up. Quickly pushing himself off the table, the smaller boy kept his eyes down, moving to get the paper plates instead.
Bakura stood by the table, looking over the food that had been prepared.
His mouth watered at what he saw.
Ryou had made his favorites.
Barbequed chicken wings and breast.
A whole basket full even!
And… also some potatoes and green stuff.
But barbequed chicken!
Ryou returned and brought him from his food-induced thoughts by holding out a paper plate for him.
He stared at it.
Up at Ryou.
Back down at the plate.
Silence.
Then…
"You expect me to get my own food?"
Ryou was quiet for a moment, before turning towards the food and beginning to pile it on. "Of course not, Oh Mighty Thief King, why ever had I thought different?" And then as a sarcastic afterthought, "Why don't I just let you strip me, throw me on the bed and let you do as you please while I'm at it!"
Another silence filtered in and Ryou felt himself flushing, realizing what he had said. Turning around, Ryou held the full plate out as a type of apology, expecting his other to be angry with him and prepared to apologize further.
But the smirk on his other's face told him different.
"After food, little aibou, you're going to give me dessert." Bakura took his plate and picked up his Mountain Dew, arranging the food to be able to open the sliding glass door.
Ryou soon followed, a warm evening breeze greeting him. His other was already sitting on the far side, patio umbrella flared out above him and sauce smeared across his face. Shaking his head, the younger white- haired boy sat down across from his other, both bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun.
As they began to eat in silence, each male was pulled into their separate thoughts.
'What did he mean "dessert"?' Ryou stared down at his chicken for a moment, watching the sauce ooze onto the plate. 'We have ice cream in the basement freezer and fudgecicles in the freezer up here… but he knows that already. Why had he been acting so… weird today… he's usually rougher and definitely not as talkative… maybe he's just gotten tired of being alone all the time and wants some companionship… yeah, that sounds like a decent reason…and did he call me aibou this time? Strange…' His mind was pulled back to earlier events, 'But what about that dance he was doing? He was actually singing and he never sings… he knew I was there, I know he knew… because it felt like those words were directed straight towards me… no! Bakura would never… think about me… like that… would he?'
Mentally shaking himself, Ryou busied himself with finishing his plate in silence.
Bakura wasn't in any better shape, trying to distract himself from his thoughts by shoving chicken into his mouth.
'Fucking… Ryou. He's making me act this way and is so…damn… oblivious. Try and get away from the kid and he ends up in my room… heh, but I did find out exactly what I needed to know about him…' Bakura stared down at his plate, looking over the small, green vegetables sitting next to his bare chicken bones. Using his finger, he swirled the round things about, wrinkling his nose down at them. 'What the heck are these things?'
"Yami, stop playing with your food."
Looking up with a sneer, Bakura flicked at the food with his finger, "What the hell is this crap."
Ryou never looked from his plate, "Brussels sprouts, Yami. You've had them before."
Bakura scoffed down at the vile green vegetable, giving it an experimental stab and feeling his finger dip into the round thing. Quickly pulling his digit back with shake, he put it in his mouth, immediately pulling it away and sticking his tongue out with a horrid face, "You must have drugged me or something, I don't remember eating these disgusting things."
This cracked a small smile out of the younger boy, "I'm more afraid you'd so something like that to me…"
"What?"
He shook his head, "Nothing. If you don't want them, don't eat them."
Silence followed and Bakura ventured back into his thoughts warily. He didn't know what to think about whatever he was feeling towards the male sitting across from him. He didn't like being confused and that's exactly how he felt. As of late, he'd been acting strange, even for himself… holding his normal, gruff attitude back at times and being… well… decent. He looked up past his white bangs without being obvious about raising his head, watching his lighter half.
Innocently licking sauce from his fingers.
He had to look away, his lower half shifting slightly. 'I don't know what it is, but it's pissing the hell out of me.' He came to a decision quickly, 'I'll do whatever it takes to figure this stupid thing out. I bet that includes getting close to him…'
He pushed his plate away from him, sucking the excess sauce off of his own fingers, ending each with a wet pop. Looking up again, once he had finished all ten digits, he inwardly felt a smirk growing, outwardly grunting, "What."
Ryou's eyes quickly dropped back down onto his plate. He shook his head, muttering, "Nothing."
"Speak up, Boy."
"I said are you done?" Ryou stood up, holding his own empty plate.
Bakura pushed his chair away with the backs of his knees, metal legs scraping against the paved patio floor. Stepping around the glass table, the elder albino moved to stand in front of Ryou and leaned down slightly, only to have a napkin shoved into his face. Jerking back, a sudden hand gripped his chin, holding him still.
"Sometimes I feel like a mother more than a hikari…" Ryou murmured, wiping others face and removing all of the sauce that had been smeared while he ate.
Bakura pulled away with a scowl, glaring down at the younger boy for a moment, before leaning in and gripping his chin like he had to him only a few seconds before, a wet tongue sliding out to run slowly against the side of the others mouth.
Ryou inhaled sharply and tensed, the grip on his paper plate tightening. He could feel his cheeks burn instantly at the touch. It was his turn to jerk away, nearly tripping back over his chair as he moved around it. He stared up at his dark, his mind trying to figure out a plausible excuse for the others actions.
"What the hell!" He finally yelled in frustration, throwing his plate back down on the table.
Bakura chuckled darkly, sidestepping the chair Ryou had placed between them. The younger male backed away a few paces, still unsure.
"Hikariii…" The yami called softly, tasting the barbeque sauce on his tongue and coming closer, "Hikari, come here."
Ryou shook his head quickly, unable to come up with what his other half was thinking. All mental connections were closed and locked. "No… I don't trust whatever you're doing!"
A small frown crossed thin lips.
"You don't trust me?"
He suddenly sprang forward, causing Ryou to yelp out loud and turn, fleeing out into the backyard. Bakura easily tackled his lighter half from behind, both white – haired boys dropping to the ground. The younger grunted as weight pressed onto his back, a small spark of fear running through his mind. Another sensation suddenly flooded his body, beginning in his sides. His body began to spasm slightly, laughter bubbling up and out of him.
"S-st-oo-op!" He managed in a long laugh, "Stop! Yami!" He wriggled as much as he could under the heavy body, feeling himself being rolled onto his back. He gasped for air during the momentary reprieve, before the assault began again. Ryou made wild attempts to push the hands tickling his sides away, failing with each swipe.
"Don't trust me, do you?" Bakura growled a bit playfully as he continued tickling his other self, "Bet you didn't expect me to be doing this, did you?"
Ryou continued laughing, though he shook his head, gasping again, "Stop!"
Bakura smirked, his lower body pinning Ryou's to the grass, "Not until you say you trust me."
"I trust you! I trust you!" The smaller male immediately shouted out in short breaths, hands being caught and held on either side of his head. The torture had finally ceased.
The elder boy sat on his knees, straddling his hikari's left leg, body stretched out above Ryou. He watched as the other tried to regain his breath, face painted a soft red and slowly fading.
Ryou opened his eyes, feeling his cheeks begin to burn again. His yami was staring down at him, his lips curved up ever so slightly and his eyes holding an unreadable expression. He found that his heart had yet to calm itself, his breathing even becoming slightly heavier again. Swallowing, he waited for the other to get off of him, to say something, to do… something.
Instead, Bakura leaned closer to him and he felt his breath catch in his throat.
"You actually trust me."
Ryou nodded slowly.
The grip on his wrists tightened as his other leaned down even further.
Their noses we nearly touching…
Ryou's mind raced.
"Do you mean that."
No hesitation.
"Yes."
Bakura leaned in further; wondering what would happen if he acted on the thoughts that had been lingering in the back of his mind for quite awhile. He pressed his mouth against Ryou's, giving him a small, yet lingering, chaste kiss.
The two sat still for a moment, lips barely still connected, eyes closed. Bakura was waiting with unnatural patience for his other self to respond. He was answered when he felt Ryou's chin tilt up slightly, hesitantly, pressing their lips together again.
A feeling of warmth spread throughout Bakura's body, leaving him craving more, while a numb feeling flooded Ryou's form.
Bakura pressed himself closer as he slowly deepened the kisses, slipping his hands from the younger boy's wrists to his hands, interlocking their fingers.
Ryou tilted his head to the side, drawing in a shaky breath of air.
What was that?
Had Bakura… just…?
Looking up at his dark, he saw him watching him again, "What just happened?"
"I kissed you." The reply was blunt and spoken in a low voice, "Is that a problem?"
A problem?
Ryou knew it wasn't a problem, considering how many nights he had wished, pleaded with himself, fantasized about kissing his darker half.
Not to mention everything else.
"No…" He shook his head, "No problem."
Bakura smirked darkly, before sitting up and unlocking his fingers, getting to his feet and helping his other self up as well. Pulling him to his bare chest, the spirit growled softly into his ear, "You still have to give the Mighty Thief King his dessert."
Ryou was suddenly hanging over his altar's shoulder, the grip around the backs of his knees being the only thing keeping him from falling flat on his face. Placing his hands on Bakura's back for better leverage, he managed out, "Bakura! What are you doing! What dessert?"
He didn't respond, instead, an elderly voice answering him.
"You! Yes you, cousin of Ryou's!" Mrs.Crene peered over the fence between yards, "Let the boy down, and don't harass him!"
Bakura grumbled under his breath at the comments being yelled behind him. Ryou could feel his face burning again, not only from the blood rushing to his face from being held upside down, but also in embarrassment. Looking up at the old women the best he could, he called, "It's – it's okay, Mrs.Crene! Really, just go back inside…"
Bakura merely showed off his middle finger over his other shoulder, walking into the house and closing the door, cloth blinds following.
Smirking in victory, the elder white – haired male shifted Ryou against his shoulder, hearing, "Bakura, what dessert? Ice cream? You know we have ice cream…"
Laughing, he took the stairs two at a time, feeling his light try to brace himself against the jostling. Stepping into his room, he was careful to mind Ryou as he shut the door behind him with his foot.
Ryou felt himself dropped down onto a soft mattress, landing on his back and bouncing slightly. Another body quickly covered his own, kisses raining down on his mouth.
And as quickly as they had come, they were gone.
Bakura sat up, climbing off of him and sitting a few inches away. Patting his thighs, he motioned for his other half to come closer.
Ryou obliged, crawling over and into his yami's lap, straddling his waist.
This was all moving so quickly, but he didn't care – he wanted this.
He had wanted this for so long.
He could feel the others excitement growing under him as he pressed himself chest to chest with his yami. Mouths connected whole – heartedly again, hands on his back making him shiver. Cool fingers brushed against his warm skin, sliding the green shirt he wore up towards his shoulder blades. Ryou arched slightly against the touch along his spine, letting out a soft groan. Steadying himself by placing a hand back on his other's knee, he felt pressure sliding down his backside and realized that it was his altar getting a better grip on his ass.
Pressing himself harder against the solid chest, Ryou wound his other arm around Bakura's neck, while pushing the yami against the headboard.
Finally breaking the kiss, Bakura slid the shirt off of his Hikari, dropping it to the sheets next to them. Looking up, a red – faced Ryou met him, pulling forth a dark smirk.
"Hikari's impatient when it comes to sex."
Ryou darkened another shade at the comment, a slight pout crossing his features, "No I'm not!"
Bakura chuckled, pulling his other half close again. Pushing away a few strands of white hair, he momentarily took in how soft it was, before finding the ear that he had been searching for and gently nibbling and licking around the contours. This earned him a small moan, the body wrapped in his arms being leaned back slightly. The darker male leaned in with him, leaving wet trails from his mouth down the side of his other's neck. Moving around to the front of his throat, the lighter boy tilted his head back, giving the elder more access.
Pushing his other self away gently, Ryou tilted his head forward again, lowering his hands and making a timid grasp for the waist of black pajama pants. Bakura chuckled darkly, pushing his hands away by sliding the smaller body off of him.
"Not before you, dear Hikari."
His belt was undone and zipper loosened, hips rising with the help of his altar's hands. Pants now gone, his boxers followed quickly, both thrown to the side. Bakura looked down at his newly exposed hikari, grinning lecherously, before moving his gaze northward, settling on Ryou's red features. His own pants were quickly disposed of; the darker boy pulled his lighter half back into his lap, earning a small intake of breath from the other. Small hands placed themselves on his shoulders, green eyes a slightly dimmer shade of emerald as they flickered from Bakura's body to his crimson orbs.
Breaking away from the visual contact, the yami leaned towards his side table, throwing open the drawer and pulling out a small bottle. Quickly twisting the cap, he squeezed a generous amount of the cool substance onto his fingers, rubbing them together and glancing up at his hikari.
"You're sure."
Ryou nodded at the silent agreement they had made only thirty minutes before, sitting up on his knees obediently.
Bakura gripped the other's lower back, slipping his index finger into his partner and watching him hiss softly. Fingers dug in slightly on his shoulder, only urging him to add a second and third finger. Gasping lightly as he leaned his forehead against his altar's jaw, Ryou pressed himself back on the intruding digits, lifting his head to groan softly into his ear. Bakura closed his eyes in order to keep himself in check, his one arm tightening around the other's waist.
After a few moments of moving back and forth against each other, the elder of the two removed his three fingers, looking down to find where he had discarded the half-empty bottle. Tube in hand again; Bakura emptied it out onto his palm, before slathering the thick lubrication onto his solid shaft. Breathing heavily as he nuzzled his nose against the soft white hair he loved, he whispered with a husky tone, "You're positive."
"Stop asking me that before I change my mind." Came the soft and hurried reply.
Bakura smirked slightly, gripping slim hips and carefully guiding them down onto his lap again. His other half tensed as he was lowered, slim arms wrapping around his neck and a small whimper of pain slipping from his throat.
He tried to sooth Ryou's muscles with his words and touches to his lower back, feeling the restrictions around his manhood slacken slightly and was able to press himself further inside. Growling out at the tight heat as his lighter half was finally settled completely, Bakura dug his nails into the thin waist, the death grip Ryou had on him a bit comforting in the back of his mind.
He had to control himself.
Control his body.
He could hold out until Ryou grew comfortable.
How many nights had he thought about this moment?
How many positions?
Times each night?
They lasted for hours in his mind, each more incredible than the last.
And now that he had the younger boy in his clutches…
It was reality.
The arms around his neck loosened ever so slightly and Bakura unhooked his nails from pale flesh, slowly running his palms up and down the shaking back of his altar. Snowy strands of hair clung to the sweaty skin, which the darker boy pushed out of his way with his fingers.
"You wouldn't have changed your mind." Bakura growled softly into the younger boy's ear. He urged the other to try and move by gripping the thin waist and lifting him slightly.
As he sat back down on trembling legs, Ryou let out a small cry, arms tightening around the yami's neck again. Breathing heavily, he willed his body to relax further, attempting to move on his own this time. Successfully eliciting a deep groan from his altar with a shift of his hips, Ryou raised and lowered himself slowly from this new encouragement, licking his dry lips. Pleasure seemed to be radiating throughout his body, making the temperature rise to the point of dripping small beads of sweat. Digging his hands into Bakura's unruly spikes and burying his face against his neck, Ryou continued his steady up and down motions, the hands on his sides helping him to keep his leverage.
Soon, he was keeping a rhythmic pattern with Bakura and the darker male couldn't stop the grunts of approval that were slipping out. Eyes closed and head tipped forward against his hikari's slim shoulder, he knew he couldn't last much longer and they weren't going fast enough to suit him.
Forcing his stimulated body to move, he reluctantly pushed Ryou off of his lap again, turning the boy over onto his hands and knees and immediately filling him again. The younger boy fell to his forearms at the sudden, roughly – induced pleasure, his mouth open to draw in his ragged breaths and let out his moans, emerald eyes shut tightly. His slight frame was thrown forward with every quick thrust, white sparks erupting in front of his closed eyelids and making him gasp.
A yelp cut the air when fingers gripped his solid length, his body reaching its limit and tipping over the metaphoric edge.
Ryou's body arched almost painfully against the onslaught of thrusts his other half was throwing at him, pale fingers tightening to a ghostly white color around the dark blue sheets of his bed. A series of shivers wracked his thin body as his mind was left completely empty of all thoughts, only the hazy state of a sex high blanketing him.
Bakura was right behind his light, the walls around him tight and pulsating with heat, sending just the right amount of bliss through his system. Short nails dug into the other's waist, leaving behind crescent moon shapes, the larger body tensing and releasing to coat his hikari's entire passage.
Shaking from the aftermath of his orgasm, Bakura slowly lifted his head from its previously bowed position, panting heavily. Trying his best not to collapse on top of his other half, the elder carefully pulled away, flopping back into the pillows.
He cleared his throat after catching most of his breath.
"Aibou…" He called hesitantly, "Aibou… here… now."
He patted the empty sheets next to him.
Mahogany eyes closed slightly, watching at Ryou slowly pushed himself up from his bent position, carefully crawling over and lowering himself on his side next to Bakura.
He was wincing, but that was to be expected.
It had been everything he had thought it would be.
Possibly more, but he couldn't think very straight right now, to be honest.
All he knew for sure was that he was at the most relaxed point he could ever remember being at in his life, and all because of one boy.
One boy… who was currently passed out beside him.
He looked… cute.
Another unholy word, but he could manage to form small thoughts with it at the moment.
He looked… nice.
Pretty.
Unbelievably sexy.
So innocent.
All his.
The blankets were pulled over their bodies and Bakura couldn't remember doing such a thing, but dismissed the thought and settled down again. Warm and even breathing met his collar, as he pulled a sleeping Ryou into his arms.
This was all he had ever wanted.
Another thought to be kept guarded in secret, though.
He couldn't think any more… enough for the night.
The darkness that was exhaustion was coming to claim him and he gladly welcomed it with the same warm embrace he currently kept his altar in.
All he had ever wanted...
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