Kumori: .. ::Sigh:: .. I really need to keep up with my updating.

Kagayami: In your defense, it is the Christmas season, life can be hectic.

Kumori: True…but that's no excuse!

Kagayami: Well, again, your computer did crash…and close everything you were working on…before you saved.

Kumori: Okay…that's an excuse. Sorry all! My computer is being sucky! I shall catch up today with three chapters! YAY!

And thank you so much to those that reviewed! I have many more pairings to go, and I'm really excited about this. Thanks again!

Day Ten – Bakura and Ryou

Ryou laughed. Hysterically. Grabbing at his sides and panting for breath.

Bakura growled and crossed his arms. "Just what the hell is so funny?"

"You…what did you just ask me?"

Bakura shrugged. "I said we should elope."

Ryou straightened up and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Bakura, do you even know what that means?"

"Well…no. But I heard someone on TV say it, and I thought it sounded like a good Christmas gift for you…"

Ryou shook his head. "A) To elope means to run away together and get married," he began (it was at this point that Bakura bit his lips and his cheeks were tinged with the tiniest bit of pink), "and B), I told you. I don't care what you get me. I already have you and that's enough."

The tomb robber raised one elegant eyebrow. "So…I just have to give you me to make you happy for Christmas?"

The shorter, white-haired boy nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Yep!"

A lecherous glint made itself known in Bakura's eye, and he took a step closer to his young host. "Are you sure?"

Ryou recognized that look immediately, and shivered a little. "Yes, positive." He whispered, taking a tentative little step towards his darkness.

Without another word, Bakura closed the distance between their bodies and pressed his lips against those of his light.

Ryou groaned at the feeling; the harsh pressure from his darkness. Bakura didn't ask for permission before forcing his tongue into the smaller boy's mouth, which served only to make the doe-eyed hikari dizzy. It was this domineering nature, this unrelenting control that had him head over heels for his yami.

Ryou wrapped his arms around Bakura's neck and reveled in the feel of the tomb raider's hands running up and down his sides. A fire was beginning to flow through his veins, one that he welcomed with open arms.

"Bakura…" he moaned as the other pulled away, breathing heavily, "Bakura…"

He was on the floor before he could register anything, Bakura straddling his hips. "You're going to do what I tell you, is that clear?"

His hikari's form shuddered in delight and nodded, not daring to speak out of turn. It was one of his favourite games. Be good, be nice, get the reward.

"Strip."

Ryou didn't question the order. He simply leaned up and removed his shirt. He gave his dark a questioning look, and Bakura smirked wickedly. "Take off the pants, but I'm not getting off of you."

Ryou bit his lip. He wriggled and writhed and struggled. It was difficult, his movement extremely limited.

Bakura grunted and sighed heavily every once in a while. Ryou could feel his hardness growing, pushing into his thigh. That was the point, he supposed. In his efforts to remove his pants, he had been forced to touch, grind, and stroke Bakura a number of times.

"Good boy," Bakura hissed once Ryou had finally managed to throw his pants to one side. The light's cheeks glowed a light pink, partially out of embarrassment, and partially out of lust.

Finally, Bakura climbed off his younger counterpart and sat back on his hands. "Now, touch yourself."

Ryou didn't hesitate. Hesitation meant punishment, and the punishment was to be left alone, with no release and no attention. Needless to say, Ryou didn't want that…he'd learned well after Bakura had left him naked in the living room the first time.

One long, slender finger ran up the underside of his exposed length and he moaned at his own ministrations. He didn't dare look into Bakura's eyes, but he knew they were watching him, swirling with desire. He could almost picture Bakura staring down at him, licking his lips, proudly displaying the hardness growing and straining beneath the fabric of his pants…

He grasped himself and gave a hard jerk. The image of his lover made him bite his lip to stifle a groan. He jerked his hand again. And again and again, setting a rhythm, slow and sumptuous.

He could barely register the sound of Bakura shifting, and sudden warm breaths spilling down his neck. "That's hot…do you have any idea how fucking hard you're making me?"

The white-haired teen could help the groan that spilled through his lips. "Bakura…"

And suddenly, there was an iron grip on his wrist, stopping him from further pleasuring himself. He let out a loud moan in protest, and dared a glance at his lover.

The darkness was leaned over him, legs on either side of Ryou's waist, now stripped of his clothes. His pale skin was already coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and his deep mocha eyes stared down at his host, swirling with a malicious passion barely fathomable.

"Don't even think about it…you'll not cum until I see fit."

Ryou's breath hitched in his throat. "Please…please, take me?"

Bakura smirked and shoved both his light's hands above his head. Quite suddenly, both of their erections made painful contact, and Ryou called out. The tomb robber simply smirked wider and leaned down to whisper into his hikari's ear, "Ra, you know I love it when you beg me."

The smaller boy let his eyes roll shut in knowledge of what was to come. Sure enough, he could feel his dark at his entrance and, without warning or anything of the sort, he shoved himself in; violently, roughly.

Ryou screamed. This was the part that drove him wild. That horrible shooting pain up his back, mixed with the pleasure of Bakura filling him, mixed with the knowledge that Bakura, sensual and erotic beast that he was, had chosen him, and only him.

The pain didn't get near to subsiding before Bakura pulled out and thrust back in. Ryou screamed again. It hurt so much…and he loved every second. "God…B-Bakura!"

He could feel the man above him, filling him with each thrust. He could smell him, the scent of their sex. He could hear every breath, steadily speeding up to match his own. He wrapped his legs up around the body above him, craving more of that sweet, delicious heat.

"Fuck…" Bakura moaned, increasing his pace to an impossible speed and strength, "Release for me! Show me what I do to you."

It didn't take Ryou long to oblige. He let out a primal yell, throwing his head back and letting himself spill onto his own stomach. He hadn't gotten over the shock yet and fireworks were still going off in his head when he could feel Bakura's heat claiming him within, an invisible mark of territory and love.

Both boys panted heavily, the air thick and hot around them. Bakura didn't pull out, but stayed buried deep within his lover as he loved to do, peppering lazy kisses on the underside of his light's jaw. "Was a good enough Christmas gift?" he murmured in between pecks.

A tired smile pulled at the hikari's lips and he curled up as close as he could to his dark. "That, I think, has got you covered for a few years to come."

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Kumori: Yeah, as I said, I'm sorry I haven't updated here in a while. I was aiming for once a day, but my Saturday was Hell, and yesterday my computer completely shut down Word and I hadn't saved yet!

Kagayami: But I'm standing here with a whip, so if she doesn't catch up for today…..:: whips whip in the air and brandishes it threateningly ::..

Kumori: ..:: Looks scared and starts typing furiously. ::.. I'm going, I'm going! See you all real soon!