Here's the chapter that all of you have probably been waiting for!!
WARNING!!! CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. If you are offended by male/male relations or graphic scenes, DO NOT READ.

(LEMON :)

Both men lay on the bed, still placing gentle kisses on the other. Ryou's lips moved around Bakura's throat, softly caressing the warm, tan skin. His lips didn't stay on the neck long before his tongue took over the job. Bakura looked up and groaned. Ry let his teeth graze along the flesh, leaving red traces behind. Suddenly Bakura pushed Ryou away.

"Hold on…Ry. I have to know something…" Kura's brown eyes met the slightly confused emerald orbs of Ryou who just nodded, "Why did you pick me?"

"You really should've read my book. But to answer your question, you're the only person who took me in. Everyone else just threw me out like trash…"

Bakura pulled the boy into a hug, "I would never do that. But I guess I did when I tried to kill you then vanish for three years." The nice sentence ended in a sweet kiss on Ry's cheek.

He smiled and nodded his way into Bakura's neck, "If only you weren't so screwed up in the head, maybe we could've been together longer."

Bakura took the comment in a harsh aspect. But Ryou had another idea in his mind.

"We'll be together for a long time. It would suck if we had to separate again. Promise me you'll never leave me."

Kura rubbed the back of his neck with a sneer, "Only if you're good in bed tonight."

Ryou smiled sweetly, with him being on top, he grinded slowly into Bakura's hips, "yes Master."

The man on the bottom purred as Ry's hips met his. Opening his eyes, he reaches up and grabs the hem of Ryou's shirt. Gently lifting it up, Ry took the hint and pulled it off the rest of the way.

Ryou puts his hands on his chest, "Not fair."

"Huh? What are talking about?"

"You're shirt is still on…"

"But you're too beautiful to look away," Bakura's voice got a bit whiney and childish.

Ryou got the best idea, "You know…if you don't take off the shirt, you can't touch me."

In an instant his white, muscle shirt was removed from his body. Ryou took the opportunity to lean over and lick Bakura's jaw. Starting at his chin, he made a slow, moist trail down to his collar bone. His hips still grinding slowly, teasingly into Bakura's body, he nipped tauntingly at the tanned throat.

Kura pressed his head harder into the pillow. His hands unconsciously reached up and grabbed Ry's hips. They held him there so he would stop moving. It was just too much for him. But the one thing he wouldn't stop was Ryou's mouth on his chest.

Pressing firmly with his tongue, Ry licks across Bakura's chest, slowly nearing his abs. The 6 pack was also outlined with his sweet saliva. Nearing the older man's belly button, Ryou ran his mouth over it, tonguing it for a second before realizing where he was headed. When Ry looked down, he saw the hem of Bakura's knee-length shorts.

A grin crawled upon Ryou's lips as he peered at Kura, who didn't really seem to be paying attention. With a sigh, Ry slipped four fingers under the denim and took the button with his thumb. The other hand followed. They unhooked the button and the zipper, slowly to reveal the green boxers clinging to Bakura's body.

Surprised brown eyes glanced down at Ryou who was currently tugging at Bakura's shorts to remove them first. Once they slipped off Bakura's legs, Ryou slithered back up Bakura's body and took hold of the jade tinted shorts. Taking them by the bottom hems, Ry slowly pulled them off his body and flung them towards the corner; not once taking his eyes away from Bakura's. When their eyes parted, Kura had green ones gazing down at his cock wickedly.

Lowering his head, Ryou let his lips brush the head of Bakura. They pressed firmly along the shaft, nibbling with his lips taunting Bakura's pleasure; continuously pinching the skin with his lip covered teeth. Making his slow way back up, Ry stuck out his tongue out when he reached the tip. The tip was slightly wet with Bakura's pre-cum.

Ryou looked up at his partner and scowled, "you best not do it if you want me to get the best part."

Bakura huffed in desperation but remained quiet. His Ryou only smiled.

Positioning himself back to where he was, Ryou again stuck out his tongue and swirled it around Bakura's head. Closing his mouth over the swollen, wet tip, Ry pressed his tongue into the tiny hole in the center.

Bakura pressed his head back into the pillow. It wasn't fair in his point of view that Ry got to have all the fun not to mention that he was still half dressed. All his thoughts were cut short when he felt a warm embrace swallow his cock. Ryou's lips didn't leave until the whole thing was fitted in his mouth. And once it was, Ry pulled back slowly, allowing his saliva to string off and trail down his chin.

Ryou then smiled, "good boy. Now, here's the best part."

Pushing himself off the bed, Ry stood up and walked over towards the stereo. He heard Bakura grunt in distaste at the state Ry had left him in.

"You better not touch yourself. If you do that, you'll ruin all the fun!" Ryou spun around and winked before slipping on the radio.

What better song to have playing other than What's your Fantasy by Ludacris?

Ryou turned around again and began to mouth the words and move his body in perfect rhythm to beats and samples of the erotic turn-on song.

"I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes. And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'. Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave. But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy."

Running his hands over his body, Ry helped himself to strip right then. Not only for Bakura, but for his own benefit as well; it was only 80 degrees in the room.

Slowly moving his hips in a figure '8' motion, Ryou takes the button of his shorts into his hands. They quickly undid the obstacle then gently pushed them down Ryou's long, slender legs. As the denim pooled at his feet, his dance was ended quickly when someone grabbed him.

"Ry, I know that I've been horrible to you and I truly regret it. But it's no reason to torture me like this!" Bakura whines.

Ryou blinked and looked at Bakura's posture. His knees were glued to the corner bed and the only thing holding him up was Ry. It was too cute to see Bakura begging and on his knees. All Ry did was smile. Grabbing the hem of the red plaid boxers, he instantly slips them off and pounces onto Bakura.

Their lips instantly meet in a heavy kiss. Bakura's tongue shoves its way into Ryou's slightly open mouth.

"Mmm…touch me…" Ry mumbled around Bakura's busy tongue as it touched, tasted and took over his mouth.

"Oooh…Ku…Kura…" The young man moaned pulling away from their kiss, arching his back as Bakura's hand enclosed over his new…play toy.

"You like that Ry? Well I wish I would've known sooner…" Bakura teases jerking at Ryou's penis. The more Bakura pulled at it, the harder it got. He loved watching Ry squirm and moan; it was too good.

The swollen tip of Ry's dick grew a bit wet as Bakura's talented fingers continued to pump it. The older man smiled and pushed Ryou into the bed; releasing the boy's cock.

"You've had all the fun tonight and I've been hurting with my blue balls. It's my turn to have some fun and let you get hurt in the exact place I've always wanted to hurt you," Kura sneered at this moment. Now was his one chance to make Ryou his, not Malik's. Malik couldn't have him.

Without thinking about any sort of lubricant, Bakura runs one finger down the shaft of Ry's penis, to the sac that he played with for a moment; just to irritate his love more, before ending up at the anal opening Bakura was seeking. Just as Bakura started to press in a finger Ryou spoke out in protest.

"Bakura…this is my first…time doing it with anybody. Do you have anything that might make this process go a little smoother? I really don't feel like waking up more sore than I have too already."

"…" Kura didn't say anything at first but thought about this being Ry's first time. "You and Malik…you guys never…"

Ryou was horrified at the mere thought of Malik and himself having intercourse. His face turned red and his eyes grew wide as he shouted, "gross!! Bakura! That's NASTY!!" With a childish pout, Ry grunted and stated, "Now just because of that, I demand that you go find some lubricant."

"Yes master!" Bakura laughed as he leapt off the bed to seek out some type of lube.

Returning a few seconds later with a bottle of virgin olive oil, Bakura pops the bottle open and mounts Ry again.

"Well to make this easier…you'll have to get on your stomach. It'll be a lot more comfortable for both of us," Bakura says pouring some oil into his hand and rubbing it on his sensitive skin.

Without a word of complaint, Ryou rolls over. He jumps at the sudden cool liquid as it runs down his back side but is taken by even more surprise when Bakura's finger intrudes.

"Chill out babe. If you're this jumpy, then we might not get to the best part," Bakura soothes running his other hand along Ry's penis once again.

Ryou sighs and relaxes his whole rear end. That's when another finger is pushed in…followed by another; all of them moving in a constant scissor motion.

"Bakura…" Ryou requests quietly, all his earlier stamina had vanished much like his virginity will in a few moments, "I think I'm ready…"

Kura tilted his head, "You sure? You know…we don't have to do this."

Ry looked back at him with a smirk, "What's the point now?"

The man laughs and removes each finger. With his hard dick, Bakura finds Ry's hole again and presses in slowly. Honestly not wanting to intentionally hurt the boy.

"Hnn…" Ryou cries grabbing a fist full of the sheet they were currently on.

When Bakura gets all the way in, Ryou lets out the breath he was holding. He feels Bakura rocking his hips, adjusting the virgin then he experiences the feeling of Bakura's cock leaving then returning once more; each time going a little faster.

Suddenly Ry cries out with a jerk of his hips, "Ah…Bakura…what was that?"

"The best place to thrust at!"

Bakura pulls back and slams into the boy again, causing him to cry out louder with a moan.

After thrusting back and forth repeatedly, both bodies drenched in sweat, Bakura pants along with his need to find his release; and that was now.

Ejaculating into the boy, Ryou feels Bakura's hands pumping his cock in rhythm with his humps. Once Bakura came into him, Ry came into Bakura's hands.

Bakura wipes his hand on a discarded towel that lay on the floor. Then wrapping his arms around Ryou, they lie on the bed and regain their breath together.

"Hey Ry…why did you bother to come back for me?" Bakura asks, nuzzling into Ryou's soft white hair.

"Because I didn't want to have sex with a man I didn't love. And I wanted to have a lot of sex with the man I do love." Ryou remarks smartly.

Bakura sighs and hugs his boyfriend, "I fucking love you."

Ry looks up at the man and smiles, "or is it vice-versa?"

…be nice. Let me kno how it was. I'm kinda proud of it. My first yoai lemon ever.

Thanks you to everyone who read this piece of work. I may post more of my stories but I don't think they'll be YGO or yoai. Sorry.