What be this? The final chapter of Control? Again? Yes. -cries- It's been alot of fun. I made this as good as I could, remembering that for the past three days I've barely slept. I've been writing in bed under the covers. (Ah, the laptop xD)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Damnit.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYOU!
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"Ryou?" Bakura closed the door to the bathroom behind him, tucking the white towel around his waist. Ryou gave him a small smile, sitting on the white sofa with the laptop computer on his knees. "You okay?" The whitenette nodded.
"E-mailing Malik." Ryou lifted his eyes from the screen. Bakura sighed, and took a seat next to his lover, sifting white strands of perfect hair through his still-wet fingers. The whitenette would help but smile as the sprit continued to run his fingers through his white hair. "Mmmm, that feels really nice, Bakura…" The demon grinned, and continues his ministrations.
"Do you have to e-mail Malik right now?" Bakura pouted, turning Ryou's face away from the computer screen to look at him. The whitenette blushed as Bakura placed a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, taking his face in both hands. Closing the screen of the laptop, Ryou wound his arms around the demons neck, closing his eyes. Just as the teenager was beginning to join the kiss, Bakura broke apart, lowering his eyes.
"Bakura?" Ryou tilted his head to the side, a frown on his angelic features. "Bakura, what's wrong?" The yami bit his lip, looking at Ryou with seriousness in his eyes.
"Ryou, am I moving to fast for you?" The teen blinked, staring at Bakura for a few seconds. Ryou's mouth fell open as he stared, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh Yami… Is this what you're scared of?" Ryou asked softly, a strange, unknown mix of emotion in his soft brown eyes. "Scaring or corrupting me?" Bakura looked down, twisting his hands. "Bakura… He said softly, and with one hand, placed a finger under Bakura's chin. You don't have to act that way at all, you know." He continued, looking the demon in the eye. "I… I don't mind you acting passionate towards me, Yami, not at all…" Ryou sighed. "Part of me -A big part- wants to sleep with you, Bakura. I-I know it sounds weird, but I'm a teenage boy, and when you kiss me and suddenly stop, it drives me crazy. You're teasing my hormones, Bakura." Ryou nuzzled the demon with a smile. "In fact…" He took in a deep breath. "Let's do it." Bakura froze, staring at Ryou with wide eyes.
"Wh-What?" He breathed, hardly daring to believe his luck, that Ryou had spilled all of this out. "Y-You mean… You want to…" Ryou nodded firmly.
"Right here, right now. Before I lose my nerve. I may be naïve Bakura, I may be innocent, but tell me. What is the biggest goal of a sixteen-year-old boy?"
"To get laid?" Ryou blushed deeper, and looked down. Bakura lifted Ryou's chin with one finger, looking straight into eyes the colour of melting chocolate. "Ryou?" The teen closed his eyes as he pressed his lips against Bakura, the move totally taking him by surprise. The spirit opened his mouth eagerly, and massaged Ryou's lower lip with his tongue, soothing him into entrance. Ryou obeyed, and a long, low moan rumbled in the back of his throat as Bakura attacked his mouth with passion. Long bony fingers curled into his arms as the demon applied more pressure on his lover, pushing Ryou into the seat of the couch. Ryou gasped, and twisted his fingers into Bakura's long wild hair, returning the kiss as best as he could. Bakura smiled, and moved his hands to gently cup Ryou's face, tilting the boy's head slightly to the side to improve his access. Ryou moaned at the increased contact, his fingers sliding through Bakura's hands and down his neck. Finally, the demon needed to breathe, so he released Ryou's mouth, the teen panting beneath him. Ryou's breath hitched as Bakura began to kiss his neck, arching his back beneath Bakura. Oh, this felt so good…
Ryou's eyes widened and his breath choked as Bakura began to nibble on the soft skin beneath his earlobe, tingles of pleasure running down the side of his neck. His breath came out in moans and gasps as Bakura continued his stimulation, the demon inwardly experiencing the same feeling. This was brilliant. He was making out with Ryou. His love. Lifting his mouth from Ryou's perfect white collarbone, Bakura stared down into chocolate orbs for a long moment, Ryou still gasping for breath. The demon crushed his mouth with Ryou, who immediately accommodated the kiss with open lips. Their tongues danced as Bakura ran his hands over Ryou's chest, daring to slide his hands under the whitenette's shirt and slide his fingers over smooth ivory skin. Ryou wound his hands around Bakura's neck, moaning into the demon's kiss. Bakura began to tug at the hem of Ryou's shirt, and getting no sense of disapproval from the light, began to slide it up his chest. Ryou gasped, tangling his legs with the spirit as he struggled to deepen the kiss and satisfy his insatiable appetite. Oh Bakura…
The pair broke apart for a second, only to lift Ryou's shirt over his head, and toss it to the floor, before Bakura smashed his lips with Ryou in a bruising kiss, running his hands along the teens' naked sides. Ryou moaned, arching his back at the contact and crushing their chests together. His arms wound themselves around Bakura's waist, his breath hitching as Bakura snaked his hands lower and lower, until the demon slid four fingers inside the waist band of Ryou's jeans, daring to grope at the teens perfect little round rear. Ryou gasped, arching his neck as Bakura broke his lips apart and began to suck and nibble at the smooth, almost translucent skin around Ryou's collarbone. Closing his eyes, the teen rested his own splayed hands on Bakura's rear end, his face flushed and breathing harsh and ragged.
"B-Bakuraa…" Ryou moaned, sinking lax into the sofa. The spirit lifted his head placing his hands beside Ryou's head to look him in the eye. Bakura placed a simple kiss on Ryou's lips before gently stroking the teens cheek.
"Still want to?" He almost whispered, nuzzling Ryou's nose. The light giggled and nodded, his blush deepening. "Okay. Um… Right. Okay. Have you got any cream or anything so I can…" Ryou broke into another chuckle as Bakura stammered and blushed. He's just as nervous as I am!
"I have some olive oil in the pantry." Ryou said thoughtfully after a long moment of silence. "I know it isn't exactly the right thing, but-"
"Perfect." Bakura grinned, placing another kiss on Ryou's lips. The younger whitenette giggled as Bakura leapt off of the couch and ran into the kitchen. Ryou sat up, noticing for the first time that his jeans were around his knees. When did that happen? Ryou blushed as he kicked the denim trousers off, his hands shaking. He was actually really scared, although he was trying to hide it, still remembering the first sexual experience he'd had with Bakura. "You okay?" Ryou blinked, looking up and finding the yami standing in front of him. "Ryou, we don't have to do this if we don't want t- MPH!" Bakura's eyes widened as the teen grabbed handfuls of wild long hair, pulling him into a long kiss. The glass bottle of olive oil tumbled to the floor as Bakura returned the kiss, gently holding Ryou's back. The pair gasped for air as they broke apart a few seconds later. Ryou licked his nervously, closing his eyes. "Ryou…"
"Shh." The teen placed a bony pale finger on Bakura's lips. The demon sighed, but scooped Ryou up in his arms, bending down to pick up the glass bottle of oil. It was a short walk into the bedroom, and Ryou was extremely light for a sixteen-year-old boy, but the towel around Bakura's waist still managed to start to slip from around his waist, and as he placed Ryou on the bed, who himself wore nothing but his boxers, Bakura threw the bottle on the pillow beside Ryou's head, and straddled the teens' waist immediately, attacking perfect pale lips. Ryou moaned, trembling fingers tightening in the blanket as Bakura kissed him fiercely, his clawlike fingers curling into soft, silky locks.
"Just sit back and enjoy the ride." Bakura breathed into Ryou's ear a minute later, sliding his fingers from the teens' hair and trailing his digits down Ryou's chest. The whitenette only nodded, feeling dizzy from the rough passion of Bakura's kiss. His limbs felt like they were made of straw, and he was having struggle focusing. Everything seemed so hazy, but Ryou definitely felt Bakura's hot tongue and teeth nibbling on his earlobe and the delicate skin around it, and his deft bony fingers gently snaking down his sides. He gasped, arching his back as Bakura began to slide his boxers down slim creamy hips, moving his hands from the blanket to Bakura's back. Bakura grinned as he dropped the garment to the floor and sat up, fully admiring Ryou's trembling, naked form. The teen opened his eyes and smiled softly, the blush on his pale face deepening.
"What are you planning?" Ryou giggled, his head cocked to the side. Bakura chuckled in his throat as he reached for the bottle of olive oil, rubbing the liquid over three of his fingers. Ryou gulped as Bakura settled himself further back, taking the teens' ankles in his hands. The yami placed Ryou's legs on his shoulders, and leaned forward slightly. Ryou's breath quickened, and he winced, biting on his lower lip.
"Too tight?" Bakura asked, staring down into eyes the colour of melted chocolate. Ryou nodded as he grimaced, and Bakura leaned back, relieving the pressure slightly on Ryou's upper thighs and rear. The teen let out a long sigh, and smiled softly, settling more comfortably into the mattress. "Better?" Ryou nodded again, and closed his eyes. "That's good. Now just relax, okay Ryou?" The light blinked, but nodded. Bakura gently pressed an oiled finger inside Ryou's tight passage, keeping his crimson-mahogany eyes fixed on the teen's face. Ryou gasped at the contact, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. Bakura sighed, and grasped one of Ryou's fists with his free hand, entwining his fingers with the teenager. Ryou clenched his eyes shut tighter as Bakura inserted a second finger, and his hands were tense around Bakura's wrist. The demon gently began to scissor his fingers inside Ryou, stretching and preparing the tight muscles. The teenager whimpered in pain, arching his back at the contact, and let out a soft cry as Bakura slid a third finger inside Ryou's passage. Bakura bit his lip, and frowned slightly. "We don't have to do this if it hurts too much." The spirit whispered, releasing his hold on Ryou's hands to run his long bony fingers through soft white hair.
"N-No." Ryou managed to gasp, shaking his head. "I-I'll be alright." He closed his eyes. Bakura let out a long sigh, but nodded.
"Okay. You'll have to relax, Ryou." Bakura said softly, digging his fingers deeper inside the whitenette's passage. Ryou arched his back and let out a long moan, tensing his rear. "Come on Ryou…" The demon continued. "Just relax and it's not going to hurt as much, I promise." Ryou nodded, and relaxed into the mattress. "That's good." Bakura said soothingly, as he continued to gently stretched Ryou's passage. The teenager bit his lip, and whimpered, but didn't move, completely trusting Bakura. The demon dug his three fingers in deeper, searching for the bundle of nerves hidden inside of the teen. A few moments later, Ryou cried out and arched his back as Bakura hit the spot he'd been looking for, his breathing harsh and ragged. The spirit smirked as he continued to pleasure Ryou's sweet spot, the younger whitenette writhing and gasping in pleasure beneath him, his forehead beading with sweat. Bakura smirked, withdrawing his three digits from Ryou's now lubricated passage. The whitenette moaned, his eyelids drooping as the demon removed Ryou's legs from his shoulders, wrapping them around his waist.
"O-Oh gosh…" Ryou gasped, arching his back in pleasure. Bakura smirked as he leaned forward, and captured Ryou's lips in a rough, passionate kiss. The teenager groaned, his hands entwined in Bakura's long wild hair. Ryou's legs tightened around Bakura's waist, and he arched his neck as the demon moved his lips to Ryou's collarbone. "O-O-Oh, Bakura…" He gasped, dark mocha eyes widening as the demon continued his ministrations for a few more minutes. Ryou was vaguely aware of Bakura trailing his teeth and tongue further down his chest, teasing and nibbling the sensitive areas of his skin. Ryou tightened his fingers in Bakura's silver hair, a soft whimper emitting from his lips. His mind was fuzzier than ever as the demon continued to run nibble at a spot on his side, his long bony fingers running over his thighs. His breath hitched as Bakura ran his tongue down his abdomen, Ryou's muscles twitching at the touch. Bakura grinned, and without warning, seized the teens member in his mouth. Ryou's eyes widened, and a harsh gasp tore from his throat as the demon licked the underside of his shaft, his fingers tightening further in Bakura's hair. He chuckled in the back of his throat, and removed Ryou's long bony fingers from his hair, setting them on the sheets at his side. Bakura grinned around the younger boys' arousal, Ryou's long legs wound around the yami's back. Bakura took more of the teens' member in his mouth, feeling Ryou groaning and bucking his hips beneath him. Ryou was in complete ecstasy as Bakura continued his ministrations, feeling the pressure in his groin rise. He moaned, arching his back in pleasure as Bakura managed to take his shaft up to the hilt, running his tongue along the sensitive skin. Ryou was trembling, his breath coming out in low, ragged moans. The sound, soft and sensual, aroused Bakura even further, and he had to suppress a groan as his erection throbbed painfully, his need for release growing. Fuck Ryou. You honestly have no idea how sexy you are, how long I've been wanting to do this, to have you…
Ryou let out a soft mew as the demon withdrew his mouth from the teens' erect member, and looked up at the teen with a somewhat softened look in his red-brown eyes. Ryou propped himself up on his elbows, tilting his head to the demon with as much innocence as he could muster. Bakura grinned and sat up, crawling over Ryou on all fours with a seductive smirk on his face. The younger whitenette whimpered, and looked up at Bakura with large, imploring eyes.
"Come on 'Kura…" Ryou whispered, hitching himself up further to whisper in the demons ear. "Don't tell me you're not going to finish what you started now." Bakura raised an eyebrow, staring down at Ryou, who looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. "Kura…"
"Maybe." The yami hissed in return, before claiming Ryou's lips in a violent, passionate kiss. The force of the kiss slammed the smaller boy into the mattress, and crushed their bodies together. Both felt like they were on fire; Ryou dragged his nails across Bakura's back as the spirit ravaged his mouth, and Bakura ground their hips together. Ryou was beyond bliss as his darker half continued his actions, attacking his mouth, pressing every inch of his body, coated in a light sheen of sweat, against the younger boy. Just as Ryou was about to explode, however, the contact was lost. The teen gasped as Bakura's tongue left his mouth, and shivered as the cool evening breeze that filtered through that damn open window hit his damp skin. Bakura looked down at Ryou, panting and writhing beneath him, biting back another groan. Ryou is unbelievably sexy right now…
"B-Bakura…" Ryou finally managed to moan, eyes half-lidded, misty with lust. "P-Please…" Bakura only smirked- He actually enjoyed teasing the boy like this, it brought out the sadistic side in him. "Kura…" Bakura chuckled at the nickname, absentmindedly stroking Ryou's left cheek. The light moaned, wrinkling his nose. "Please…"
"Eager, are we?" Bakura grinned, lifting one leg to crouch beside the boy. Ryou only moaned and nodded, arching his neck. "Well?" He whispered, leaning beside Ryou's ear, as he did so, Bakura gently ran a finger softly along the teen's stiff arousal, eliciting a moan from Ryou. "I guess that would be a yes…"
"Bakuraaa!" Ryou wailed, his chin trembling. Bakura smirked, seeing how close to tears -and release- The boy was. He wrapped an arm around the boy's waist, and unceremoniously rolled him over, Ryou face down on the bed. Bakura almost dribbled as he stared at the boys' tiny, but flawlessly round rear, and gently prodded Ryou's side. "What-"
"Get on your hands and knees." Bakura sat back, staring at the boy. Ryou blinked, but nodded, his limbs trembling in anticipation. As soon as the light was on all fours, Bakura placed two hands on his rear, pushing Ryou onto his forearms. The teen cried out, and Bakura gently spread Ryou's knees further, and began to lean over his back. He placed his hands beside Ryou's elbows, positioning himself at Ryou's entrance. The whitenette moaned as he felt Bakura start to lick and nibble at the nape of his neck, arching his back. The demon then began pressing himself inside Ryou's tight passage, the smaller boy letting out a harsh gasp of pain. Bakura looked on in concern, but didn't stop, burying more of his painfully erect member inside of Ryou, who whimpered, but held his ground, bowing his head. The demon moved his hands to Ryou's back for better balance, and thrust himself deeper past the tight ring of muscled that hindered his entrance.
"O-Ohh…" Ryou moaned, his hands fisting in the sheets. The pain crackled from his rear, but with the previous lubrication, and Bakura's preparation, it was nothing like his first encounter. Bakura raised a hand, and began trailing it along Ryou's chest as he slid himself deeper into the boys' tight passage. The boy trembled, and a rough cry tore from his throat as Bakura grabbed his painfully erect shaft, squeezing it gently in his palm. The pleasure almost distracted Ryou from the pain of Bakura finally burying his member up the hilt, bent fully over Ryou's back. He withdrew himself a little, earning a fresh hiss of pain from the boy, and slammed himself into Ryou, who cried out in blissful agony. A fresh shudder of pleasure ran through Bakura's wiry form, and he thrust himself into Ryou a second time, who moaned this time, clenching his rear tight. Bakura gritted his teeth, and began to pump inside Ryou in a steady rhythm, his breath harsh, and ragged in his throat. Ryou moaned again, his limbs quivering as Bakura thrust steadily inside him, feeling his eyes roll in his head. He had never, ever thought that sex could have felt this good, especially when his only previous experience was that of pain and fear. Bakura ran his fingers up and down Ryou's shaft as he continued to thrust in and out of the teen, his pace quickening, spurred on by Ryou's moans, and occasional soft cries of painful pleasure. Bakura bit his lip, a moan threatening to spill from his own lips. He clenched his eyes shut tight, feeling dangerously close to the edge. Ryou was panting and quivering beneath him, in such a state that Bakura was positive that one more push would give him his desired release. The yami quickened his pace even more, Ryou crying out loudly as Bakura managed to hit his prostate, arching his back again, his head hanging heavily. The demon smirked, and withdrew himself almost completely from Ryou's heat, and then slammed himself into the whitenette with full force. Ryou screamed, his limbs giving out on him and his exhausted form collapsing into the mattress as he orgasmed. Bakura followed suit, a short, broken cry spilling from his lips as he tumbled on top of Ryou, filling the whitenette's passage with his semen. Ryou simply lay limp on the sheets, gasping for breath as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into him, feeling as though his nerves were on fire. Bakura bit down on Ryou's shoulder to keep from crying out as he experienced his biggest orgasm ever, every muscle in his body wound tighter than a spring. Ryou panted, slightly crushed by Bakura's heavier form on top of his, eyes half-lidded as the sensation slowly began to ebb away, leaving him feeling fuzzy and shaky. He was finally aware of Bakura's teeth in the fleshy part of his shoulder and whimpered, tensing the muscle Bakura was biting on in pain. The yami blinked and let go, rolling off of the boy and sprawling out on the now filthy sheets. His chest was heaving for air, and dark eyes were closed as he struggled to gain his composure. Ryou was almost asleep, burying his head in the pillow under him. Bakura opened his eyes, a ghostly smirk hovering across his face as he gazed at the boy.
"Come here baby." He crooned softly, using his weak trembling arms to pull the boy his way. Ryou crawled exhaustedly into Bakura's arms, resting his fluffy white head on the yami's sweating, heaving chest. "You okay?"
"MmmHmm." Ryou mumbled, vaguely aware of the mess that covered his stomach and Bakura's hand, which rested on his back. "…Tired…" Bakura smiled, using his free arm to grab at a blanket that had been kicked away, pulling it over them both, for the sake of decency more than actual warmth.
"Not surprised." Bakura sighed, his chin tickled by stray strands of white hair. "That was amazing Ryou…" The teen giggled exhaustedly, clearing his throat.
"I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow." He mumbled, his arms wrapped around Bakura's chest. He felt the demons' ribcage rise and fall rapidly as he chuckled. "Shush."
"Probably not." Bakura smirked, leaning down and kissing the top of Ryou's hair. "But it was worth it, wasn't it?" The whitenette laughed.
"Of course."
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"Bakura! There you are!" Ryou blinked, looking up from his book to find Jou standing over him with a broad grin. "I thought you would have gone home." Ryou broke into a smile, and shook his head. He folded the page of his novel, sliding it into his school bag beside him.
"Well, I heard from Anzu that you'd got detention for swearing at Kaiba." Ryou explained, standing up and hefting his bag in one hand. "If you're not careful, Jou, he'd probably find a way to get you expelled or sued." The blonde chuckled, shaking his head.
"Nah, he wouldn't waste the time." Jounouchi shrugged. "He's too wrapped up in his precious company to worry about me out of school. I swear, one day that arrogant asshole is going to get what's coming to him." Ryou hid a smile.
"You know, Jou," Ryou said lightly, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "If they didn't know any better, one could say that you have an almost unhealthy obsession for Seto Kaiba, of you know what I mean…"
"What?" Jounouchi stood still and glared at Ryou, coffee eyes blazing. "Are you saying I have a crush on him?" Ryou's eyes widened, and he shook his head, noticing with an inward smile how suddenly defensive his friend was behaving.
"Oh no, Jou. I would never do that, don't you worry." Ryou promised. "Really." Jounouchi eyed the younger boy for a moment, and then shrugged, continuing in his walk. Ryou limped after him, struggling to keep up with his pace. Jounouchi turned around, and frowned at Ryou, pausing for a second to allow him to catch up.
"You okay, bud?" Jounouchi raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?" Ryou blinked his clueless brown eyes, and shook his head.
"No… Why do you think that?" The whitenette asked softly. Jou noticed how the boys' cheeks were slightly pink.
"Um, probably because you've been walking with a limp all day." Jounouchi explained in a deadpan voice. "Who hurt you?" Ryou blushed even deeper, looking away. "Bakura? It wasn't that damn spirit of the ring was it?" The younger boy continued to look down. "Bakura, what did he do?"
"W-Well, h-he didn't hurt me in that way, if that's what you think." Ryou said carefully, still looking away. "He doesn't beat me anymore, Jounouchi…"
"Well then, what did he do, screw you so hard you can't walk properly?" The whitenette was now very interested in the cracks of the sidewalk, his face currently the colour of a stoplight. "Bakura?"
"Umm… No?" Ryou said meekly, finally raising his eyes to meet the blonde. Jounouchi blinked, his brain slow to register what Ryou actually meant.
"Wait… You?" Jou pointed to the light. "You? And him? You… You… Oh… Is that why you've been smiling all day?" Ryou lowered his gaze to the ground again. "Bakura? You can tell me, you know." He placed a hand on the younger boy's shoulder. "I won't tell Yugi." Ryou looked up, his brown eyes wide and hopeful.
"Promise?" Ryou inquired, biting on his lower lip. Jounouchi frowned, but nodded, removing his hand from the smaller teens' shoulder as they started to walk again. "Well… Yeah, actually last night. We um… Yeah. We did it." Ryou scratched the back of his head somewhat sheepishly. "It was… Well. I suppose you don't want to hear the details." Ryou's deep blush subsided slightly.
"No." Jounouchi agreed, looking at Ryou somewhat oddly. "You're… you're really happy, aren't you?" The whitenette blinked, and looked at Jou, a grin spreading across his face as he nodded.
"I am." Ryou let out a long sigh. "I've been wanting this for as long as I can remember." He said softly. "And to have it, to be with the only person I've ever truly loved… It's amazing, Jounouchi, it's more amazing than you could possibly imagine. I still can't believe it's true… It still seems to surreal to think that I'm not scared about coming home, I want to go home, I want to meet Ba- The spirit of the ring." Jou couldn't help but smile. Ryou was happier than the blonde had ever seen him, and it made him feel better inside. Even if it was with someone Jou thought was a twisted psycho, and the thought of Ryou going out with another guy made his stomach feel queasy. Ever since he was very young, his father had drilled into his head that homosexuality was wrong, and whoever was gay was a total freak. But he didn't see Ryou as a freak. He was him as a teenager in a relationship with his lover -He was jealous of the fact Ryou was getting some- and that both of the thought there was nothing wrong with their love. It was kinda pure, in a weird sort of way.
"I'm glad your happy, Bakura." Jounouchi said earnestly. "And I really hope it stays that way. I'm not going to tell anyone if you don't want me to." Ryou's' smile grew even wider, his brown eyes lighting up even further, and then shimmering with tears.
"Th-Thankyou so much, Jou." The teen said somewhat thickly. "You have no idea how much that means to me." The blonde smiled.
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Ryou hummed to himself as he opened the door to his apartment, taking off his shoes and setting his school bag down as he did every day. Before he could take a step, however, Bakura had pounced, the force of it smashing Ryou against the wall. He could barely think before Bakura attacked his mouth, running his tongue along the light's lower lip. Ryou finally managed to register what was going on, and opened his mouth eagerly, accepting the intrusion. Bakura's hands gently ran his long fingers down Ryou's sides, until he reached the whitenette's rear. Ryou's eyes widened as Bakura groped at his rear, pulling him up so he hovered a couple of inches above the ground, Bakura crushing him against the wall.
"Wh-What are you doing?" He finally managed to gasp, breaking away from Bakura's intoxicating kiss. The yami smirked, moving his hands from Ryou's rear to his thighs, lifting him up even further, and wrapping the teenagers legs around his waist. Ryou caught on and linked his legs tightly, holding his arms around Bakura's neck. He grinned, and began to kiss Ryou's collarbone, the light arching his neck at the demons' lips.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Bakura purred, starting to fiddle with the zipper on Ryou's trousers. The light gasped, a low moan issuing from his mouth as Bakura pulled his trousers down a few inches, exposing Ryou's rear. "Shhh…" He said softly, and gently slid a finger into the smaller male's entrance. Ryou bit his lip in pain, arching his back. Bakura gently silenced Ryou's small whimpers with his lips, inserting another finger and preparing the teenager. Ryou moaned loudly into Bakura's mouth as the demon dug his fingers in deeper, gently scissoring his fingers. Ryou arched his back again, his breathing uneven, harsh. Bakura left Ryou's lips, and began to nibble on his earlobe, a sharp sensation of pleasure running down Ryou's sensitive skin.
"'K-Kura…" Ryou gasped, letting his neck fall to the side, exposing more pale skin. Bakura nibbled on the tasty little treat, eliciting another moan from Ryou, which turned into a cry as Bakura slid his fingers even deeper inside his passage, and found his prostate. The yami massaged the bundle of nerves carefully, Ryou writhing and biting his lip to stop from screaming, sandwiched firmly between Bakura and the wall. Bakura grinned, and gently withdrew his fingers from Ryou's tight heat, earning a soft mew of confusion from the younger male. "N-No…"
"Shush." Bakura commanded, pressing Ryou even more against the wall and undoing the buttons on his jeans. The light leaned into Bakura's shoulder, panting and shaking. The yami let out a hiss as he tugged down his pants, the cold air hitting his arousal. Ryou lifted his head to stare into Bakura's red-brown eyes, white hair wet with sweat falling into his chocolate optics, bleary and unfocused. The yami grinned, claiming those sweet lips in a rough, lustful kiss. Ryou moaned, arching his back, and crying out as he felt Bakura's shaft penetrate his entrance.
"Oh 'Kura…" Ryou groaned as Bakura shift his slender form, pressing his member deeper inside of the teenager. Ryou gritted his teeth, and tightened his arms and legs around the yami. Bakura swore as he continued to thrust inside the light, struggling to fully penetrate Ryou's tight heat.
"Fuck, Ryou." He panted. "You're so fucking tight." Ryou moaned, his head limply on Bakura's chest. His fingers clenched locks of wild silver hair, panting against Bakura's neck.
"D-Deeper." He finally managed to gasp, every muscle in his body as taught as a spring. "P-Please 'Kura…" The yami smirked, and forced himself deeper inside of Ryou. "O-Oh…" The whitenette arched his back, a strangled gasp issuing from his lips. "K-Kura…" Bakura withdrew himself slightly from his passage, and slammed into Ryou with a bruising force. The light screamed, clenching his eyes shut in pain. Bakura groaned, and began thrust inside the light again and again. Ryou was writhing and moaning, throwing his neck back for Bakura to take. The demon bit into the pale skin, Ryou crying out and clenching his eyes shut. Bakura began to slam into the light harder, roughly rubbing the bundle of nerves hidden deep inside Ryou's passage. He screamed, and whimpered, his grip on Bakura's hair almost painful.
"F-Fuck." Bakura gritted his teeth, leaning heavily against the wall. Ryou whimpered in time with his rhythmic pounding, his head in the yami's collarbone. Bakura hoisted the light higher around his waist, Ryou tightening his legs with a moan. The spirit continued to thrust into the light, Ryou whimpering and moaning, along with the occasional soft scream. He was so close to the edge… Bakura grabbed Ryou's throbbing member with a hand, and began to pump the younger male's arousal in time with his pounding, earning a long, low moan from Ryou. The teenager tightened his hands one more in Bakura's hair, and screamed as he climaxed, tightening the muscles in his body for a few moments, spilling his semen over his stomach and Bakura's hand. Ryou moaned, shockwaves of bliss passing through his slim form as he slumped in the yami's arms. He loosened his legs and released his fingers from Bakura's hair, panting and gasping in his neck. Bakura arched his back and gritted his teeth as Ryou's passage tightened even further around his throbbing arousal as he came, holding his thighs to support the young teenager. The low moans of Ryou as he enjoyed his orgasm pushed Bakura over the edge. He bit down hard on the teenagers' shoulder, filling Ryou's passage with his semen. The feeling was too much for Bakura, and his knees gave out. The pair slid to the floor, a panting, sweaty tangle of legs and arms and long white hair.
"O-Oh Gosh…" Ryou finally moaned many minutes later, his head in the yami's chest. "O-Oh 'Kura…" Bakura grinned weakly, and lifted Ryou's head so he could kiss him. "I-I…"
"Shh." He whispered, massaging Ryou's lips with his tongue. The teenager gave a soft purr of appreciation, leaning into Bakura's touch. "Don't speak. Not yet." Ryou nodded, closing his eyes.
"I love you so much." Ryou gasped, breaking apart from the kiss. "So, so so…" Bakura grinned, and silenced the teenager with a kiss of his own.
"I love you too, baby."
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Bakura groaned as the light hit his eyes. He heard a soft gasp, and a snap, the room shut in darkness again. He opened his dark orbs, and blinked, feeling the space beside him in his bed empty.
"I'm sorry." He heard a light voice breath, coupled with a soft cry and a rip. "Ow…" Bakura frowned, and sat up to look at what caused Ryou's pain. He couldn't help but break into a grin at the teenager, who was waging war with a hairbrush. "Did I wake you, 'Kura?"
"No." Bakura lied, rubbing at his eyes. "You can open the curtains Ryou. It's probably time I got up." Ryou giggled, dragging the brush through his long tangles. The yami rolled over on the bed, facing Ryou. "I'm amazed you can walk." Ryou stuck out his tongue in the mirror, going slightly red.
"You shush." The whitenette set his brush down on his dresser. "I'll be fine today. I'm just so ti-ti-tired." Ryou finished with a yawn, holding his hand over his mouth. Bakura gave a soft, sympathetic sigh, and stood up, ignoring his nudity as he walked the few steps across the bedroom and wrapped his arms around the light's slim waist.
"I shouldn't have kept you up so late." Bakura apologized. "I won't do that again." Ryou rolled his eyes and giggled, leaning into the yami.
"I'd like to believe that," He said softly, straightening his uniform. "But… Oh no." He wrinkled his nose as he looked down at his watch. "I'm so sorry 'Kura, but I'm going to be late for school." He turned around, kissing Bakura on the lips. "I'll see you after orchestra, okay?" The yami sighed, and nodded, slumping his shoulders as Ryou ran out of the apartment, dragging his bag along with him. The demon grinned, and instantly began rifling through his underwear drawer, a place he'd forbidden Ryou for enter. But he wasn't looking for underwear, oh no.
Bakura extracted the small metallic cashbox with triumph. It was six inches long and four inches wide, containing something more valuable than cash. Much, much more valuable. Diamonds, to be exact. He had cracked the vault in a high-profile bank months ago, but had waited for the publicity of the heist to die down, and also the need to arise, before he cashed in the gems. And Bakura reckoned that he had enough of a reason to go on a spending spree. And he had until five o'clock.
Nerves were pulling at his stomach. Bakura was scared. Not of getting caught with the stolen diamonds, but what he was going to buy with them, one thing in particular.
"I have to get going," Bakura muttered, eyeing the alarm clock beside the bed. He only had nine hours until Ryou got out of orchestra, and a lot of things to do in that time.
Better get started.
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Ryou hummed gently to himself as he wandered out of the school gates, the flute case dangling in his left hand, his school bag in the other. The sun was low in the sky, casting long shadows over the scenery, and staining everything orange. He sighed, and looked up to the sky. He was really happy. For no reason, either. That was a first for him in a very, very long time.
"Oi, Ryou!" The teenager froze, his eyes widening. The car motor roared, and he heard someone laugh. "Where'ya goin' huh baby?" A grin spread across his face, and he spun around.
"'Kura! What are you doing here, I- 'K-Kura?" Ryou stood stock still, and his mouth dropped open. It was his yami all right, wild hair and cocky, self-satisfied smirk. In a Mercedes. "What on earth…?" Bakura chuckled.
"You like?" He asked, patting the side of the jet-black car. "Just got her this morning. Just something to get me from A to B, you know?" Ryou slowly shook her head. Oh my gosh... He's really done it this time. He's really, really done it. "I didn't steal it, babe. Now hop in." He gestured towards the passenger seat. Ryou finally managed to stumble towards the sleek black car, and opened the door. He carefully placed his instrument and school bag on the floor, sinking into the black leather seat.
"Oh my…" He closed the door behind him. "'Kura, if you didn't steal it, then where did you steal the money from?" Bakura sighed in exasperation.
"I didn't steal the money, either." He said, revving up the engine with a grin. "Now shut up. We're going out to dinner." Ryou frowned.
"In my uniform?"
"No," Bakura snorted. "I bought you some clothes in your size today." He jerked his head in the direction of the back seat. "Go change." Ryou blinked in confusion. "Climb over the back seat." He said in an exaggerated, deadpan voice. Ryou bit his lip, but nodded, obeying the command. Bakura smirked, and began to drive, despite a soft cry of protest from Ryou.
The whitenette reached into a shopping back with a French name on the side, confusion on his face. The look changed to a mixture of shock and delight however, when he pulled the pale blue shirt from the bag, admiring its texture and make. Oh yami... I don't deserve any of this. He unbuttoned his own coat and school shirt, before draping his frame in the casual-but-elegant button-down shirt, tearing off the price tag as he did so (it almost gave him a heart attack). He also found a pair of white trousers, and pulled them on. They fitted perfectly. Ryou also found a shoebox, and upon opening, found a pair of fancy Italian loafers. He was more confused than ever.
"Yami?" Ryou inquired as he climbed back over the front seat, smoothing down the clothing. "What's going on? Why did you get me these really nice clothes?" Bakura only gave a mysterious grin.
"You'll see, Ryou. Now be quiet, and relax." Bakura smiled warmly. Ryou nodded and giggled, leaning into the leather with a purr. "Nice?"
Ryou nodded.
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Ryou honestly didn't know what to think. Bakura had booked them a private table in the most exclusive restaurant in town, treated him to a lobster roast dinner, and then later a beautiful chocolate dessert. They were now sitting across from each other at the table, Ryou studying the way the candlelight shadowed his face.
"Ryou." Bakura whispered. "You're probably really confused about this, aren't you?" Ryou nodded, biting on his lower lip thoughtfully. "Well, I did this, because I thought this would be a nice place to give you two things." Ryou tilted his head to the side.
"Really?" Ryou breathed, his smile widening and his eyes warm with love. "What did you want to give me?" Bakura shuffled, and cleared his throat. Ryou tilted his head, and couldn't help but notice the way Bakura was acting. Why was he so… nervous?
"This is my first gift." Bakura said softly, and reached into his pocket. Ryou frowned. He didn't know what to expect, but by the way Bakura was smiling, you would think it a lot more than the square of newspaper he held in his palm, holding it out to Ryou. "Open it." Ryou was confused, but obeyed, staring at the picture.
"A… house?" The whitenette stared at the paper. "From the property magazine… Bakura, what is this?" Bakura reached out and grabbed Ryou's free hand.
"It's yours." He said softly, smiling shyly. Ryou frowned, and tilted his head.
"The picture?"
"No, idiot, the house. I bought you the damn house in the picture for you. I thought you'd like it." Ryou's mouth fell open, as he stared down at the piece of paper. A white two bedroom cottage in a suburban area of Domino. It even had a rose garden and a picket fence.
"Y-You bought it?" Ryou was starting to cry. Bakura sighed and nodded, his smile growing. "Oh 'Kura…"
"It still has to be finalized." Bakura hurried. "I put in an offer today, but it was twenty thousand above the asking price, so I'm bound to get it." Ryou was crying happily, his hand in Bakura trembling. "You like it?"
"I love it." Ryou gasped. "This is… This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Oh 'Kura…" The spirit blushed ever so slightly.
"Well, now I know you like this, I have… I have something else for you." Ryou blinked, but nodded as Bakura reached into an inside pocket of his coat. "It's… Well, it's something bigger." The yami took a deep breath as he went over the speech he'd memorized in his mind. "Ryou, I know that we've only been together for less than four months, and before that, there were years and years of abuse and torment… I may not really know what love is, Ryou, but I know I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. I love you so much it hurts. I care about you so much, and I would love nothing better than to spend the rest of my life with you." Ryou froze, staring at Bakura. He'd never ever sounded this serious before.
"Y-Yami?" Ryou whispered, feeling the tears flow faster. "What are you saying?" Bakura gave a shaky smile, and finally withdrew his hand from his pocket, exposing the little black box. Ryou's heart stopped.
"R-Ryou Bakura." The demon breathed, opening the box to expose the huge diamond solitaire. "W-Will you marry me?"
Oh my gosh. Ryou was in shock, as he stared at the ring, impossibly large. This isn't happening. Bakura... Bakura wants to marry me? His mouth fell open, and he lowered his chocolate eyes to the tablecloth. Do I say yes? It's only been a few months since we got together, but Bakura's the only person I've ever loved. Ever. I'm happy now. We have a real future together. Bakura's even bought me a house. If I say yes, there really will be no going back. We'll be a real couple. Ryou smiled. There was nothing to really think about it, when he boiled down to the cold facts. He loved Bakura, and would love him for the rest of his life.
"Yes."
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-cries- Awwwhhh... How sad... It's over. Now, let's see.
Sequel? Yes. Will I start it right away? No. Give me time to do a plot. -nod-
Now, I would like to thank everyon who reviewed and read it and all that, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. XD I am NOT going to go over it a third time, but remember people, there will be a sequel. You'll just have to wait. Muaha. Well, there's really only one thing left to say...
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