-walks in- Look! I updated relitavley quickly! Ain't that good? XD
Now, this chapter from the next scene change on, is pretty much all lemon. But what? It's over 4000 words? I KNOW! XD I was up all of last night writing it, and I'm very pleased with the result. So... yeah. Warning. If you don't like lemon, don't read it. If you do, enjoy.
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"Fucking hell Ryou!" Bakura swore, raking his long bony fingers through his wild mane of snowy tangles. "Don't do this to me." Rolling the frail teen onto his back, the spirit let out a long, exasperated sigh, placing a hand to Ryou's burning forehead. Shit. "Come on, I know you're just asking for attention." Less sure of himself, Bakura has back on his haunches, taking a good look at Ryou. A really good look at Ryou.
He was far too thin. Bakura bit his lip as he ran his index finger lightly over the lights ribs, sickeningly visible through his worn cotton shirt. Ryou's tangled hair lay in a mess over bony shoulders, and his cheeks were streaked with tears, his cheekbones clearly visible through almost translucent skin. He looked like a negative of one of those photos of starving Rwanda kids. Bakura bit his lip, twirling a lock of his own hair around a taloned finger in thought.
"I went too far, didn't I?" He didn't expect Ryou to respond, an unconscious figure sprawled across the floor. He really looked pathetic. Hooking one arm around the lights lanky shoulders, and the other under his legs, Bakura carried Ryou bridal style into the room, pausing in the doorway for a second before dumping the teen unceremoniously on his nest of blankets. "You're not as heavy as I remember." The demon remarked, crouching down beside the light to make sure he was still breathing, and then stood up with a snort. He'll be fine. Anorexics pull this shit all the time. Shrugging to himself, Bakura stalked into the living room, resuming his position on the sofa. What really bothered his was the stab of fear that went through his heart as Ryou fell. The shock, the fact that he was afraid. Bakura. Afraid. It didn't make sense but he was. God, this is all messed up. The demon closed his eyes, shifting into a more comfortable position as he thought of Ryou passed out in his homemade little bed. Poor kid.
What?
Okay, I did not just think that, I did not just think that. I don't give a fuck about Ryou! I don't, I don't I don't! Oh God. Bakura held his head in his hands as all the thoughts that plagued him last night returned. What the hell is wrong with me? The demon moaned, curling into a tight ball on the couch. What the hell is this? What has Ryou done to me? Why am I caring, why am I feeling this way for him? I've never felt like this about anyone. Oh God… Leaning against the soft sofa back, Bakura looked down at his hands. We'll I've fucked it all now. I'll never had what I used to with Ryou. Not that he wanted it.
Do I?
Bakura closed his eyes, trying to recapture the feeling of having Ryou drift of to sleep in his arms. The bright sparkle in doe-brown eyes as Ryou would gently kiss him as he returned home from school each day. A happy Ryou was a beautiful Ryou. There was no denying that. Bakura groaned, gritting his teeth in exasperation. Fuck this all, I don't know. Why the hell am I considering this?
Nibbling on his lower lip, the demon stood up from the sofa, tapping an index finger against his lip in deep thought. Bakura trailed into the small bedroom, chewing on a nail. He leaned against the doorframe, a frown on his features as he gazed at Ryou, still passed out in his little nest. Bakura seemed to be on autopilot as he walked lightly over to the teen, sinking to his knees beside Ryou. His hair fell into closed eyes again, and Bakura brushed the pearly strands away, dark eyes focused on perfect, pale lips, slightly parted as Ryou breathed lightly. Fuck, he is so sexy. The demon leaned over Ryou, messy tangles of hair falling about the lights ivory face. Bakura couldn't resist pushing his lips against the teen, an audible gasp spilling from his throat as he relished in the lights sweet taste. What would happen if he woke up? Bakura couldn't help but wonder. Ryou would scream, cry, and struggle madly, and if Bakura went further, he would be absolutely petrified, and fight back. Imagine if I did this a month ago and Ryou woke up. Bakura sighed, breaking apart from the unconscious boy and looking at his closed eyes. The demon froze as Ryou's translucent eyelids gave a twitch. He's waking up…
"Ryou." Bakura whispered, shaking the light's shoulder as he began to wake up. "Ryou, can you hear me?" The teen moaned, a slight frown creasing his soft features. Thick, dark eyelashes fluttered as Ryou's dark mocha orbs, misty and clouded, cracked open.
"Mhm." The whitenette moaned sleepily, nodding as he clumsily rubbed at his eyes. Bakura sighed, relief coursing through his veins as Ryou gradually woke up, chocolate eyes finally wide open and alert. "Wh-What happened?" He whispered weakly, gazing imploringly into Bakura's crimson orbs.
"You passed out." The demon muttered gruffly, not meeting Ryou's eyes. "I went too far by banning food. Wait right there." The teen nodded, burrowing weakly into his blankets. Is he really going to give me some food? A small smile crossed Ryou's face. I hope so. I've never been this hungry in my life. The teen sniffed, still feeling pretty woozy as he shifted his position in the small nest of blankets. He can't be serious… is he really going to give me food? "Here." Bakura crouched beside the light, setting out a plate of sandwiches and a glass of milk. Ryou smiled gratefully, weakly pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Th-thank you." Ryou whispered, reaching for a sandwich with trembling fingers. "I-I'm really hungry."
"I'll bet." Bakura snorted, crossing his legs and gazing at Ryou. "I'm s… Well, I shouldn't have done that." He stammered, letting out a sigh and raising his eyes heavenward. "You're right. Going without food for so long was really bad. Look at you. I won't do it again." I was so… scared when you passed out. I was really scared. I thought I was going to lose you. Fuck.
"I…" Ryou swallowed his mouthful of food. "I do see where you're coming from, though." He said softly. "I shouldn't have hit you. Or yelled at you. I was just angry. And now I feel so terrible… I'm really sorry, Bakura-sama." The demon was motionless as he stared at Ryou, his mouth slightly open. Why the hell is he apologizing to me? Why the hell is he acting like it is his fault? It's mine. I did this, and… Oh fuck. Don't do this, Ryou. Don't do this to me. I can't take your fucking innocence like this anymore.
"I'm going out." Bakura stood up abruptly, making sure he didn't look at Ryou in the eye. "And no, I'm not going to get drunk this time. I'm not that stupid." Before the teen could open his mouth in protest, Bakura marched out of the small room, Ryou wincing as the
Mmmm.
Bakura sighed, shifting in his spread-eagled position on the bed. He'd returned home after a few hours to find Ryou sleeping on the floor. After making sure his breathing was even, he'd retired to bed himself, physically and mentally exhausted, out like a log. He didn't even expect to wake up until morning, but here he was. And his nose itched. Bakura made a face, raising his right arm to scratch it.
That was when he realized he couldn't. Crimson eyes snapped open, and his breathing hitched, yanking his arms furiously. What the fuck? Looking up, Bakura say his arms were bound by several leather straps from his wrists to his elbows tied to the headboard, fixating his arms on the pillows above his head. The demon swore, struggling fruitlessly with the bonds for a few more seconds before giving up, swearing and panting.
"What the hell is going on here? If this has anything to do with Ryou, he's dead… Ryou?" Bakura lifted his head, but the lights nest was empty. That was when the demon managed to get a good look around the place. "Holy shit." The whole room was dark, save for what seemed to be hundreds of candles placed on every flat surface, the flickering light accentuating the rooms' shadows. And when Bakura realized that he wore nothing but a silk sheet draped around his middle, he went red. "Oh, haha, very funny. Ryou, whatever this means, I'm going to kill you."
"So you're awake?" Bakura's eyes snapped to the doorway, where Ryou's slender silhouette was imprinted against the candlelight. "About time." The demon frowned at the lights soft, husky voice. He sounded so… sexy.
"Yeah? Well get me the f-" Bakura broke off, his crimson orbs widening further, mouth dropping open as Ryou stepped into the room, his slim figure fully lit by the candlelight. "Uh… Wh-Wha?" Words failed the demon as Ryou padded towards the bed. Bakura had never, even seen the teen look so sexy, so sultry before. His eyes started at Ryou's bare feet, trailing up long naked legs, so perfect and smooth and shapely… Oh God. The demon blinked, trussed up like a chicken on the bed as he stared at the black lace clinging to Ryou's hips, waist, and stomach, the spaghetti-strapped dress –composed entirely of see-through lace- ending less than three inches below Ryou's flawless round rear. The scooped neck left even less to the imagination, exposing the lights unblemished throat and shoulders, as well as his lightly muscled back, rippling softly with each movement of the teens' arms. The light raised an eyebrow, a strange smile on his face as he stalked ever closer to the bed.
"You like?" He sounded so tempting and seductive; Bakura had to bite his lip to keep from saying something. Ryou was beyond sexy as he climbed on top of the bed, a smile spreading across his deceptively innocent face.
"Oh no." Bakura shook his head, his eyes narrowing as Ryou began crawling over the yami on all fours, a seductive smile on his face. "No, Ryou. You're not doing this, No fucking w-MPH!" The demon squawked as the light pressed his lips against him, Ryou battling fiercely for dominance. Bakura snarled, opening his mouth to accept Ryou's intrusion, fighting against the light. Ryou moaned, on all fours over Bakura as he deepened the kiss, the spirit beneath him growling in the back of his throat. His fingers curled into his palms as the whitenette continued to passionately assault his mouth. Oh God it's so good. Bakura gasped as Ryou broke apart from him, their noses touching. Half-lidded brown eyes clouded with lust gazed into pools of crimson narrowed in anger, a snarl on Bakura's lips as he glared at the light. He… He can't be dominating me like this!
"What's wrong?" Ryou burbled in his husky tone, looking at the demon with those lusty eyes. Bakura frowned at the light, his pale porcelain face flushing as Ryou kept looking at him with those eyes, that smile…
"Get. Off." Bakura snarled. He yanked at the leather bonds, but to no avail. Ryou giggled, a soft, breathy sound, placing a feather light kiss on the tip of his nose. "Ryou." Shaking his head, the teen sat up, straddling the demons waist. Bakura struggled, bucking his hips in an attempt to throw off the whitenette, who merely giggled, planting two hands on the demons chest. Bakura blushed even deeper, his eyes widening in realization. "You're not… You're not wearing any underwear."
"Silly yami." Ryou purred, leaning against the demons chest. "Why would I do that?" Bakura bit his lip, powerless against the light. Ryou smiled, dark eyelashes veiling mocha orbs, clouded with lust and passion. Bakura gritted his teeth, realizing with a back flip of his stomach that the only thing separating Ryou's privates from his was a thin silken sheet. Oh shit, this is not good, Oh God…
"Ryou, I-" Bakura cried out in shock as the light began to nibble on the delicate skin of his earlobe, long bony fingers running deftly over his lightly muscled stomach. Ryou continued to play with the demons sensitive spot with his teeth for a few more moments, Bakura's breathing becoming more and more heavy and laboured. When boredom, and the want to hear Bakura gasp beneath him rose, Ryou gently moved to the joint between his neck and jawbone. The demon gasped, a harsh, ragged breath tearing from his throat as he arched his back in reflex, his heels digging into the silken sheets beneath him. O-Oh… All coherent thoughts flew from his head as Ryou continued to toy with the skin around his neck, sweat beginning to form on his forehead, dampening his white bangs.
"Mmmm." Ryou purred as he began placing kisses along the yami's neck. "You're so damn sexy." He whispered in that sensual, husky voice, running his fingernails ever-so-lightly over the demons hard chest, making him shiver. Bakura moaned as Ryou began trailing his tongue down the same path as his nails, his slim hand on the demons hips.
"Ryou!" Bakura spat harshly, gasping and arching his back as the lights hot mouth moved to one of his hard nubs, toying with the sensitive flesh between perfect white teeth. "F-Fuck…" The demon moaned, his wiry, muscular frame stiffening, and going lax into the soft mattress, eyes fluttering shut as Ryou continued to pleasure the sensitive spot on his chest, Bakura's breath coming out in short, harsh gasps.
"You have such a dirty mouth." Ryou giggled, brushing his fingers down the yami's sides, his touch as light as a feather. Bakura's breath hitched in his throat, his sharpened nails digging even deeper into his palms, red crescents forming in the demons pale skin.
"Sh-Shut up." Bakura spat, biting his lips as Ryou began running his sweet tongue along his navel, the teen working his way down to Bakura's abdomen. "D-Don't you dare." The demon snarled, as Ryou's deft, bony fingers clung to the silken sheet around Bakura's hips, gently tugging it free. "Nuh-uh, Ryou." He shook his head as the sheet slid to the floor, fully exposing his body. "Ryou!"
"Oops." Ryou breathed, white bangs falling into half-lidded mocha eyes. "Silly me." He giggled, lowering his head to brush the demons muscled abdomen with his nose. "I'm going to have to do something about that, aren't I?" Bakura growled, and, Ryou, with a cheeky smile on his face, planted smooth white hands on the spirits bony hips, taking Bakura in his mouth without warning. The demon actually cried out, sharpened nails drawing blood in his palms as a cry tore from his throat. The crimson liquid trickled down his wrists as the light continued his ministrations, Bakura arching his back in pleasure. O-Oh God… Oh god this is so fucking good. Without realizing it, the yami's eyes fluttered closed, his toes curling and heels digging deeper into the mattress. A long, low moan spilled from his lips as Ryou began massaging the demons slender hips in sync with his hot little mouth, Bakura sinking lax into the soft bed.
"R-Ryou." The demon moaned hoarsely, blood trickling down his forearms. The light giggled around Bakura's erect member, taking more of the spirits length until he was up to the hilt, Bakura arching his back in pleasure, his nails still embedded in creamy palms. "O-Oh God…" The spirit gasped, closing his eyes in ecstasy as Ryou sped up in his ministrations, bony white fingers stroking the inside of Bakura's thighs. The demon moaned, his breath harsh and ragged, tearing from his throat in abrupt gasps, his entire lithe frame doused in a thin sheen of sweat. His breath hitched as Ryou flicked his tongue over the yami's sweet spot, dark ruby eyes snapping open, his hands clenching further as Ryou continued to teasingly pleasure his arousal. Just when Bakura thought he might explode, the light lifted his mouth away, a smirk on his mouth as he gazed at Bakura's writhing, naked form, slick with sweat.
"Oooh." Ryou breathed, half-lidded eyes locked with Bakura, lips parted slightly. "Is 'Kura going to throw away his pride, I wonder?" The teen giggled, crawling up Bakura's chest to reach the bedside cabinet. Bakura frowned as he heard Ryou rummaging around for a few minutes, before he extracted a small white bottle, a sultry expression on his porcelain face as he straddled the demons waist once more. "Close your eyes." The light instructed, flipping open the bottle cap. Bakura obeyed, hiding his stormy crimson orbs behind ivory eyelids. He heard Ryou giggle again, a soft, sexy sound in the otherwise silent room. "Open your mouth." What is he planning? Bakura growled, but opened his mouth, baring his pointed incisors threateningly. Ryou placed a finger inside the demons mouth, and Bakura frowned at the sweet taste inside his mouth. Strawberry. The fuck…
"You know I hate flavoured lubricant." Bakura growled opening his eyes. Ryou straddled his waist, squeezing some of the red-tinted liquid onto a finger. "Don't go putting that shit on me." Ryou giggled, slowly licking the fluid from his index finger sensuously. Bakura gritted his teeth as he watched Ryou, glaring at the slender light with his crimson orbs. "Ryou…"
"You're not the one that's going to taste it." Ryou moaned in his husky tone, placing the bottle on the demon stomach and leaning forward, capturing Bakura's lips in a passionate kiss. The teen ran his fingers through Bakura's snowy tangles, a moan escaping his perfect rose lips as Bakura returned the kiss with fervor. Finally, the pair had to break apart, both heaving for breath, eyes locked in an endless gaze.
"Get on with it." Bakura snarled, breaking their gaze, a snarl creasing the bridge of his nose. Ryou giggled and smiled, sitting up and tracing a long bony finger along his chest.
"Impatient, aren't you?" He murmured idly, edging the outline of Bakura's stomach muscles. "Somebody's eager for release." A small smirk wound across Ryou's face, and he lifted his leg from the demons waist. The teens' hands went to the edge of his indecent lingerie, and slowly, sensually, Ryou began sliding the black lace up his perfectly flat stomach, his smooth, lithe chest, arms crossing over themselves as he lifted the dress over his head. Bakura groaned as Ryou dropped the lacy excuse for a dress to the bed, the lingerie sliding along the smooth, frictionless silk, and onto the floor, a puddle of black lace. Oh fuck, he so damn hot and he bloody knows it. Ryou smiled, snatching up the bottle of lubricant once more, settling himself between Bakura's spread legs.
"What are you trying to pull?" Bakura snarled as Ryou squeezed some of the gooey liquid onto the tips of his fingers, a strange smile on his face. "You're not putting that on me." The demon growled in the back of his throat, doing his best to look as menacing as possible. "I hate that stuff."
"Have you ever been taken without it?" Ryou inquired, rubbing the tips of his fingers. "Pain, Bakura. Unnecessary pain. Besides," His smile grew. "It can feel quite… nice." Ryou concluded, placing his lubricated fingertips on the head of the demon arousal, Bakura gasping at the surprise contact. Ryou giggled breathily, slowly working his deft bony fingers to the base of Bakura's length, coating it in the smooth, strawberry liquid. Bakura groaned as the light continued his ministrations, his palms continuing to bleed. Oh god... Oh god.
"Fuck Ryou." Bakura managed to hiss between clenched teeth. "J-Just hurry up and get on with it." His erection was painfully hard, and Ryou's soft, teasing touches were only making it worse. Ryou giggled, completely removing his slim fingers from Bakura's member, despite a string of curses from the demons end.
"You are impatient." He purred, crawling back up to the yami, eyes clouded in a sensual lust. Bakura merely growled, baring his teeth at the light, who merely laughed, straddling the yami's chest.
"What are you planning?" Bakura raised an eyebrow at the light. "Hm?" He narrowed his eyes at the light, who kept his expression blank.
"Open your mouth and close you eyes, I'll give you something to make you wise." Ryou hummed in a lilting sing-song, staring down at Bakura with half-lidded dark mocha orbs. Bakura snarled, but agreed, his breath hitching as Ryou inserted a strawberry-flavoured finger into the demon hot cavern. "Suck." Bakura obeyed, sponging the strawberry lubricant from his landlords' appendage, Ryou letting out a long sigh above him. When all traces of the sweet gooey fluid had been removed, Ryou replaced it with his middle finger, Bakura frowning, but removing the lubricant all the same, the light, still perched atop Bakura's hard chest, gently licking the sweet liquid from the finger tips of his left hand. What the hell is he doing? Is this some kink of his, or is he trying to torture me? It's bloody working… Come on Ryou, it hurts! Ryou laughed, tilting his head back as he giggled, his eyes drifting close. Releasing his oral hold of the teens pinky, Bakura frowned. Did he hear me?
"Yes, Bakura." Ryou purred in that sexy, husky voice, leaning over the demon with a sultry expression on his face. "I am trying to torture you. Is it working? Are you burning, are you aching for that release?" Their noses touched. Bakura snarled, and Ryou giggled, his hands running up the demons side.
"STOP THIS!" Bakura yelled, bucking desperately against the light. "Come on Ryou, please…" The word tumbled urgently from his lips, desperation in his red-mahogany eyes. "Stop this now."
"Very well." The teen agreed, placing his lips against the demon for a second before breaking away. "If you are so desperate-"
"Yes!" Bakura yelled, gritting his teeth. "It's freaking hurting Ryou…" He sighed, his breathing harsh and ragged. "Please."
"How polite." Ryou remarked as he sat up, placing two hands on the yamis chest, gazing at his muscular, naked frame for a second, before raising himself slightly on the balls of his feet, bracing himself on Bakura's stomach, the spirit trembling in anticipation. Ryou bit his lip as he felt Bakura's arousal beginning to penetrate his tight passage. The demon gasped, his heels digging into the silken sheets for a moment, and then slid, slightly bent legs sipping straight. Bakura opened his eyes after a moment, staring at Ryou's face with a shadow of a smirk. The light braced himself on the demons chest again, eyes clenched in pain and lips pressed together as he continued to take more of Bakura's arousal, forcing it past the tight ring of muscles at the entrance of his passage.
"You're so fucking tight." Bakura groaned, Ryou gritting his teeth as he clenched his eyes tighter. The light said nothing, his head bowed as he forced Bakura deeper inside him, the demon arching his back and gasping in pure pleasure. "F-Fuck Ryou…" Finally, Bakura was completely inside the teen, buried up to the hilt, Ryou still straddling slim but muscular hips, his head bowed as he struggled to catch his breath. "Ryou… Are you okay?" Bakura inquired, trying to look into Ryou's eyes.
"Y-Yes." The light lifted his head, lowering his hands to Bakura's navel. "Less talking, more fucking." The demons eyes widened as the cursed passed from pretty, perfect lips. Is this Ryou? The teen never swore. Before the spirit could continue to ponder on the subject however, Ryou lifted himself from the demons body, looking him in the eye before he brought his slender frame down with a crash, their hips crushing together. Bakura cried out, every muscle in his body tensing as he arched his back, throwing his head back to expose his creamy white neck. His muscles trembled, another cry tearing from his throat as Ryou repeated the action, their sweat-sheened bodies crushing together on impact, feeling his lips attacked by a rough, passionate kiss, long bony fingers entwined with his. His entire being was smothered by Ryou, his sweaty skin, his long hair, his tight heat, his hot sweet mouth… Bakura groaned from the sensual assault, a cry tearing from his throat and mingling with Ryou's as their hips were crushed together once more, his arousal engulfed with the lights tight, hot passage. Oh God…
"F-Fuck." Bakura stammered as Ryou broke from their passionate kiss, damp bangs plastered to his sweaty brow. The light shifted his rear again, and brought it back down to meet Bakura, who gasped, his grasp on Ryou's fingers tightening for a moment before loosening, The whitenette releasing his bony fingers so he could run them over Bakura's chest and stomach, the demon quivering under Ryou's hold. Again, Ryou pulled himself up, eyes widening as he finally hit that bundle of nerves hidden in his passage, arching his back and digging his nails into Bakura's skin. A low moan escaped as he slid back down, touching hips with Bakura again. His nails dug in deeper, turning into deep gouges as Ryou slid his fingers down Bakura's sides. Bakura gasped in pleasurable pain as the blood began to run, opening his eyes to glimpse the expression on Ryou's face. The lights head was thrown back, lips slightly parted, and his mocha orbs were closed in pure bliss. His chest was heaving as he crushed hips with Bakura once more, his motions become more and more rhythmic.
"R-Ryou." Bakura groaned, bucking and grinding upwards into the light. "F-Faster." Ryou paused for a moment before moving his hands to the yami's shoulders in order to better brace his weight. The teen took a deep breath before withdrawing himself and then crushing his lower half into Bakura, Much, much faster, barely pausing before he repeated the action, all the while, his eyes shut in bliss at the feeling of Bakura's arousal constantly touching, pleasuring his sweet spot. Bakura desperately wanted his hands to be free. Not so he could hit Ryou, beat him into the bed and claim dominance, but so he could touch him, run his hands all over Ryou's lithe, sweaty body, with that beautiful, smooth skin, pale and golden at the same time in the flickering candlelight. He wanted to heart Ryou gasp and cry out from his touch, wanted to feel him tremble and quiver under his hands. Bakura bit his lip, staring at Ryou's face as he moved himself in rhythm with the light, content having Ryou's hands on his shoulders, their stomachs and chests touching, and his arousal –so close to the edge- embedded in Ryou's tight, tight ass, the light gasping and writhing in ecstasy.
It took a considerable amount of squirming, but Bakura was able to prop himself up on his elbows against the silken pillows, seizing Ryou's perfect rose petal lips in a rough, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with the normally docile teen. This was perfect. Ryou clung to his shoulders with a such a force that pale skin was broken and bleeding, hot sweaty skin crushed against hot sweaty skin, his shaft deep inside the one he loved most, he was experiencing the ultimate comfort and pleasure. It was that moment when they both came, Bakura's eyes opening wide, every muscle in his body tighter than a coiled spring as he screamed Ryou's name, each nerve in his body seeming to go into ecstasy overdrive, the unbelievable pleasure particularly strong in his lower half. Oh my God… All coherent thoughts flew from his brain as all of his muscles went lax, his semen filling up Ryou's tight, hot passage, and he sank into the silken sheets, his eyes rolled up in his head. Ryou screamed as he orgasmed, arching his back and digging his nails even tighter into the demon shoulders. White spots appeared in front of him as his semen coated Bakura's stomach, his muscles tense and quivering. Ryou slumped weakly into the demon a few moments later, gasping for breath as he buried his head in the crook of Bakura's neck, his limbs still trembling as he enjoyed the after-effects of his orgasm, heavy white hair trailing limply down his back. Bakura was no better, his palms bleeding more than ever from his sharpened nails, his own breathing harsh and disjointed, tearing from his throat, still physically recovering from what he reckoned was the biggest orgasm of his life. Fuck, that was good.
It was a few minutes before either of them found the strength to move, both exhausted and fatigued from their passionate lovemaking. Ryou finally lifted his head, withdrawing himself from Bakura's now limp shaft, and perched on the demons chest, smiling as he hovered over his face. Bakura's eyes fluttered open, raising an eyebrow at Ryou, who grinned, crushing his lips against the demon, Bakura welcoming the oral assault with an open mouth, tilting his nose lightly as he deepened the kiss, Ryou's fingers tangling in his hair. Bakura relaxed deeper into the soft mattress as he let the little body of Ryou ravish him, marveling at how well their bodies fitted. How the teen rested on top of him without being bone-crushingly heavy, how well their stomachs and hips seemed to just nestle into each other. Ryou's silky legs began to tangle with his own, their hips unwittingly crushing against each other as their kiss doubled in passion, hot tongues battling and dancing for almost two minutes before Ryou broke apart for oxygen, staring at Bakura with dark eyes clouded in passion. The light placed a chaste kiss on welcome lips before he sat up, heaving himself into a sitting position with trembling arms and weak stomach muscles. The old smirk was back on Ryou's face as he straddled the demons hips, his mocha orbs roving Bakura's sated form.
"You're all dirty." The teen giggled, extending a pale bony finger, his eyes stuck on Bakura's stomach, covered in his salty semen. Ryou ran his index appendage across the pale liquid, before placing it in his mouth, closing his eyes as the taste. "What do you think?" Ryou gathered another fingerful of his semen, his voice husky and hoarse, eyes half-lidded and sensual. Bakura opened his mouth obediently, sucking lightly on the finger displayed to him. Ryou giggled at the sensation, and Bakura closed his eyes momentarily before releasing the whitenette's finger.
"Mmm." He moaned appreciatively, his eyes only half-open as he looked up at Ryou. The light giggled and nodded before he lowered his rear, now straddling Bakura's thighs as he licked Bakura's stomach without warning, the demon gasping and arching his back at the soft touch as Ryou began drinking his own semen, using his tongue to sponge at the pale, salty fluids. Bakura moaned, fingers curling as Ryou continued his ministrations, his moans increasing and eyes widening as the teen began to lick dangerously low down Bakura's abdomen, his slender hands curling into the sheets.
"F-Fuck." Bakura muttered as Ryou continued to lick at the bottom half of his lower torso, although thankfully, his tongue never strayed from stomach or abdomen. When Ryou had cleaned all traces of semen from the demon, he lifted his head, a genuine smile of happiness spread across his face. Bakura returned the smile, the light giggling and flinging himself into the yami's shoulder. The spirit sighed, shifting slightly into a more comfortable position, Ryou stretching and flexing his lithe body until his head was against the pillow. The teen rolled over onto his side, staring into Bakura's mahogany eyes, the demon's orbs semi-closed in his exhaustion. His limbs were weak from fatigue, and his head was swimming. He was very, sleepy… Ryou leaned over and kissed Bakura, a surprisingly chaste kiss after their bout of passionate lovemaking, for a few moments, and then snuggling into Bakura's side, his nose buried into the yami's shoulder, his arm thrown about Bakura's middle.
"I love you." Ryou breathed, his eyes already closed, and breathing smooth and regular. Bakura smiled, uttering four short words before sleep completely overtook him, and he sank into the deep abyss of slumber.
"I love you too."
Awwwwhhh! But yeah... of course, it's going to go wrong.. I'll update real soon, I swear!
R&R!