A/N: Again, italicized part is a flashback reviewing how Bakura and Ryou's current relationship developed. And look! An update that's fairly on time! W00t!

Tainted – Part Five

Ryou was breathing heavily. His lips were parted and they were slightly swollen and pink. A light sheen of saliva coated them and gave them a glossy shine.

Bakura found himself staring at those soft lips and it made him sick.

Slender hands gripped at his shoulders, and they clenched and released minutely as knees and thighs bumped awkwardly against his own. Bakura watched as his younger brother shifted on the bed a bit more before pushing himself up. The small body settled down over his and he felt legs wrap around his own as Ryou snuggled up against him. Hair tickled his chin as the boy wedged his face into the crook of his neck and pushed up against him.

"Aniki…"

With each slight undulation of Ryou's hips, he could feel a hardness pressing against his groin. He swallowed thickly as his brother whimpered softly into his ear, hands tugging gently at his hair as the slim hips continued pushing against him insistently.

"Ryou, I think that's enough for now."

He received a soft whine in response. Ryou drew away and tilted his head to look up into his brother's eyes, and his face was flushed prettily with arousal. His wide eyes seemed richer in color, and Bakura could almost see the lust leaking out of them. His brother looked all too young for such an appearance.

"No… It hurts…" Ryou bit his lip and shifted some more on the other's lap to relieve the tension in his jeans.

The words caught in his throat and he fell silent as he turned his face away from Ryou's, closing his eyes and letting his brother do as he wished. His hands remained immobile on the other's hips and he made no move to push the other off. "I'm sorry."

"Onegai, 'Kura… Make it go away." Ryou's voice was soft and breathy, young and sultry.

Bakura looked unsure for a moment before he sighed and dropped his head to press his face against his brother's neck, shutting his eyes and letting himself drown in the darkness and Ryou's scent. "Alright."

He slid his hands over worn denim and cupped them over a slight bulge, squeezing it gently as Ryou pushed up into his touch. He fumbled with the buttons for a moment and slid the pants down long, slim legs. His brother's thighs trembled slightly as he settled back down over him, and Bakura focused his eyes on the creamy skin in order to avoid the sight of his wicked hands and what they were doing.

A soft moan escaped into the air, followed subsequently by shallow breaths—and soon enough, Ryou's spine was arching with pleasure and his body grew tense. Bakura covered his brother's mouth quickly with his own to muffle the soft cry as he felt sticky liquid splatter against his palm.

-----

With water dripping off of him and some suds still resting on his slick skin, Bakura dashed out of the bathroom. The phone was ringing shrilly by his bedside, and he skidded on the floor with his wet feet and nearly crashed into the bed as he reached for it. While fixing the towel that was slipping quickly off of his hips, he grabbed the receiver and pressed it against his face, nearly dropping it from the slippery texture the water gave the plastic.

"Hello?" he panted lightly into the phone.

"Bakura? Is something wrong?"

His hair was plastered uncomfortably to his cheeks and he pushed the wet strands away before bringing the phone back to his face, frowning down at the water dripping all over the floor. He wasn't particularly looking forward to cleaning up the mess. "No, no, everything's fine, mom."

"Then why are you out of breath?"

"You called while I was taking a shower and I had to run to get the phone."

"Oh, I'm sorry." His mother's voice was soft and he had to concentrate to hear her properly over the music pouring from his stereo.

"It's fine." He reached over and turned down the volume on his stereo, the heavy rock dimming to a dull thrum in the background. "Is there any reason why you called?"

"Can't I just call to ask my son how he's doing?"

Bakura sighed to himself. His hand was still clutching the towel to his body and he longed to head back to the bathroom to finish with his shower. His skin felt slimy and dirty and all he wanted was to be clean.

"No," he teased quietly, "of course you can't."

He could hear, rather than see, the somewhat amused smile on his mother's face through her voice. "You're a dreadful child."

"You can always disown me, you know."

"I've been considering it for some time now."

The small talk continued on for a little while, and goose bumps had risen all over Bakura's pale skin by the time his mother actually got to the point of her call.

"I was wondering when you were coming back home for a visit. It's been two months since we last saw you."

"I'm sorry. I've just been so busy lately." He wasn't really. Sorry, that is.

"Understandable. Just try to come home this weekend if you can; your brother misses you terribly."

Bakura paused momentarily. He nibbled on his lower lip as he stared at a spot on the wall opposite to him, and wondered absently how it had gotten there. He didn't care all that much about the stain, really, though he told himself that he did.

"Alright, I'll try to."

-TBC-