Bakura... Wake up Bakura...
*They* have Ryou..
Who does?
They do, Bakura. They do.
Bakura awoke, lying down, in a bed.. In great discomfort, most probably due to the large sword thrown through his chest (that, usually, tends to hurt.)
How did I get here?
He sat up, back against the wall.
Hmm... Where's my shirt?
He lifted up the quilt and looked underneath.
No jeans either.. Whoever took me away from that place-
His thought process was interupted by the sound of childish sniggering and heavy breathing. Ryou's childish sniggering and heavy breathing. He felt hands run up his leg.
"Ryou?! What the he-"
"Shhh, Bakura. It's going to be alright."
"What's going to be alright? Where the hell are-"
"Oh Bakura, shut up and enjoy the moment. You never really did know how to have some fun." Ryou smiled cheekily. Bakura felt there was something off about Ryou but he had no time to think as pleasure had hit him like twelve tons of forbidden passion fruit. Ryou began to tease and wrap his tounge around Bakura's "Long-John-(Not-so-silver.)"
Bakura became engorged, but not enough to forget what happened at the theater, no so long ago.. For him, anyway.
STOP WASTING YOUR TIME AND WAKE UP!
I am awake!
"Ryou-" Bakura attempted to resist but failed as Ryou pushed him harder against the wall. Ryou then emerged from under the sheets and went closer to Bakura, Ryou, too, also baring all. Bakura seamlessly slif inside of Ryou, like Ryou's tounge inside Bakura's mouth, and just as the room was about to collapse from the rocking and throusting, Ryou slapped Bakura.
Across the face, a real heart-felt slap. Like the one Bakura gave to Ryou, so many years ago.
As rage and despair began to fill the voice, the pleasure began to slip away. Bakura was, once again, left in the dark.
Hahaha! Now, this! Is! More like it!
For the first time in 12 years, Bakura cried.
He cried for what felt like 12 years..
Ryou..