Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty Within Darkness ❯ Past will be just that ( Chapter 9 )

Beauty Within Darkness

Chapter 8

 

Ryou sniffled and blinked a few times, as warm autumn sun flooded the room, bathing it in colors of browns to yellows. He sat up, sighing and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to adjust to the light. A figure beside him stirred, their arms snaking around his waist. Ryou smiled and looked upon Bakura. “You are a strange one, you know that?”

 

Bakura smirked wickedly and drew Ryou back down onto the soft pillows, as he straddled him. “Mm, yes, so I have been told.” He kissed Ryou on the lips, his tongue making it's way around the hunter's warm cavern. “When everyone else did, you never gave up on me...” Ryou murmured, as they broke the kiss. Bakura pushed away the silky soft strands of Ryou's hair and sucked on his neck, drawing out content moans, as he did. “I am not everyone else, Ryou. You should know that by now.”

 

They kissed for a while, when a knock came to the door. “Master? Are you awake yet?”

 

Ryou broke the kiss and sat up. “Yes, Victoria, what is it?” He asked, feeling different this morning. “Masters Malik and Yugi have arrived, shall you see them now?” The servant asked. Ryou smiled and shook his head. What were they doing here? “No, Victoria, I am quite tired. Tell them that I should be with them, before evening.”

 

He and Bakura heard the girl walk away and the vampire turned to the boy. “What now?” Ryou sighed, running his hand through Bakura's hair. “I guess, we should go and welcome them back.” Bakura smiled. “Yes, but a bit later maybe, I would like to get to know you better.”

 

Ryou flinched. “You are still at that?” He frowned up at Bakura, but seeing the look in his eyes, he gave up. “All right, I will tell you, but not now.” He got off the bed and made his way to the dresser. Bakura followed him and embraced him from behind. “You do not have to. I am glad with what happened last night. If it is too much, you do not have to tell. Your memories already told me enough.”

 

Ryou winced and rubbed Bakura's hand resting on his belly. “Please, I would rather forget.” A tear slipped down his cheek. Bakura smiled. “You can not. It will only fester on your fears if you do. You have to face it and believe in yourself and your own powers. Besides, not all vampires are bad.” He said softly, swaying his hips to unheard music. Ryou let Bakura guide him and nodded. “Yes, I see and you would be the perfect example of a good vampire, would you not?” He giggled.

 

Bakura smirked and dipped his hand lower to Ryou's crotch. “I would not be too sure.” He purred, rubbing Ryou's sex through thin material, making it burn with need. Ryou moaned, as Bakura's hand dove beyond the waistband of his pants and rubbed the smooth, hardening flesh. “I do not know if I should not agree, or... Ah! Agree...” He threw his head back to Bakura's shoulder; where a pair of soft, warm lips that tasted so delicious captured his own.

 

On the contrary, vampires were not ice cold, as the dead they were said to be, they were quite different.

 

Bakura pumped Ryou's sex, slipping his pants to his knees and at the same time, delving his tongue into the sweet, warm mouth, stroking the delicious morsel he found there. Ryou closed his eyes in bliss and let his tongue explore Bakura's mouth, finding two very sharp fangs there. He continued to play with Bakura's tongue and moaned simultaneously as he was stroked to the ever-quickening rhythm. Gasping, he moved his hips into Bakura's hand, seeking release. “B-Bakura...” With a drawn out moan, he came into Bakura's hand and onto his stomach.

 

Bakura swallowed his pants and gasps for air, licking his lips eagerly. Ryou sighed and opened his eyes, looking at Bakura with glazed over gaze. Bakura smiled and turned Ryou around to fully face him and kneeled before him. He stared up at the boy and then moved his eyes to the semen-covered stomach. He licked a trail through the salty milk and moaned at the taste. He massaged Ryou's hips, as he licked the semen off of his stomach and flicked his tongue over the navel, producing a gasping moan from Ryou. Slowly, he moved up Ryou's belly, to his chest and finally to his neck, where he bit lightly, mixing the semen with Ryou's blood and finally to his lips, letting the hunter taste himself. His blood and his passion mixed in irresistible taste that was he.

 

Ryou moaned, licking the roof of Bakura's mouth, getting every last drop, offered to him and pressed himself against the vampire. As they parted, Ryou panted heavily and buried his head in Bakura's shoulder. “We should get going.” He murmured, quite reluctantly. Bakura smirked. “Yes, but do you want to go?”

 

Ryou cringed. “Please, do not discourage me any further.” He let a small smile grace his lips. Bakura laughed and let Ryou go, as he went to the bathroom that was joined with Ryou's bedroom. He stopped at the doorway, smiling seductively. “Just, so you know, I would wait for you forever, if I had to.” And went inside, but left the door open in obvious invitation. Ryou shook his head, smiling and was about to go in, when he realized something. He hasn't smiled in so long and now he couldn't stop.

 

What is it that you do to me, Bakura? He mused, entering the bathroom and put his clothes on the floor, by the towels. Bakura was already indulging in pleasure of heated water and snapped his eyes towards Ryou. Ryou stared back at him and decided. I want him. I want him to be mine and I want him to have me. Screw the past. It does not matter anymore. It was strange, how one man could so drastically change him, through the course of one night. Or was it really? Could it be, that he had been changing since the first meeting, or maybe since Bakura started taking deeper interest in him? All Ryou knew was that he never felt this impassioned.

 

He stripped slowly, letting his shirt slide over his body sensually, as it slowly fell to the floor. His fingers ran down over his body to the sash that wrapped around his waist and undid it, just as slowly as his shirt. He moved his hands to his hips, but purposely avoiding the waistband and slipping them lower to his knees, where he placed his palms and curved his back like a cat, well aware of Bakura's eyes following his every movement with predatory hunger. Ryou smiled coyly and moved his hands back to his waist, undoing the bindings; he finally slid them off, down his long, pale legs.

 

When bare of all clothing, Bakura pulled him into the carved, marble tub and on top of him. He hissed, when Ryou's satiny skin touched his, without any obstructions. Ryou moaned and moved up against Bakura's body, rubbing him in all the right places. Bakura cupped Ryou's butt cheek with one hand and pressed himself into the boy's awakening arousal. Ryou groaned and laid his head next to Bakura's neck, gripping his shoulders tightly. “What has come over you?” Bakura asked, groaning, as Ryou pressed their members even closer. “I do... Do not know. You probably. God, I want you. Please, have me!” Ryou cried out as they grinded into each other, seeking release without actual intercourse.

 

Bakura slid his hand up and into Ryou's hair. Ryou purred, as Bakura massaged his scalp and leaned down to seal their lips in a hot kiss. Bakura let his other hand drift around Ryou's ass and teased the boy's entrance with his finger. Ryou moaned and pushed back against the prodding finger. “I want you in me.” He muttered, stilling his body for a moment, as their eyes locked together. Bakura thrust one finger into Ryou and begun stretching him. Ryou moaned and threw his head back, as Bakura moved his lips over Ryou's neck, kissing the delicate skin and grazing his fangs over it.

 

Two fingers entered Ryou and the boy cried out, when his special spot was hit. He whimpered, as his member wheeped salty drops of precum. He moaned and gasped, moving against the fingers thrusting in and out of him. Bakura finally added a third finger and gave Ryou's neck a long lick from his collarbone to his chin, placing butterfly kisses on his face, getting closer to pink lips. Ryou whined, when the fingers slipped out of him, but almost immediately cried out in pain, as something much bigger entered him. Bakura slid into Ryou slowly, trying to make it least painful. Judging from Ryou's reaction he didn't succeed much. He rubbed Ryou's back and around Ryou's tailbone, soothing away the pain, he distracted Ryou with a hot, wet kiss and moved to sucking on Ryou's nipple, licking the boy's chest.

 

Soon Ryou moaned and wiggled a bit, as he rose on Bakura's shaft and slowly slid down, making Bakura hiss in pleasure and grip his hips tightly. Ryou let his tongue slide over his lips, wetting them, as he stared into Bakura's lust-filled eyes. He laid his palms on Bakura's shoulders and slid them down, as he slid himself down on the vampire's rock hard erection. His thumbs brushed over pert, pale pink nipples and watched with interest, when Bakura arched his back into him.

 

Ryou rose again and slowly, leisurely slid down again, torturing his lover with the snail-like pace of their lovemaking. Bakura was moaning and panting under him, letting loose a mewl or two. Ryou fastened his lips onto Bakura's neck and treated it to small kitten licks, suckling on the tender skin, leaving a healthy mark. Bakura held Ryou's hips and lifted him up his member and pulled him back down, their heads thrown back in pleasure. The vampire growled and licked Ryou's neck like a hungry cat would lick it's empty cream bowl. His fangs broke the skin and he drank his lover's blood, delighting in it's taste, taking three gulps, he let go and nursed the wound by sucking it free of blood and kissed it, satisfied with his own mark of possession.

 

Bakura groaned and gripped Ryou's hips tightly, bucking into the boy. Ryou moaned, panting erratically and leaned down for a mind-numbing kiss, as he let his tongue go over Bakura's fangs, delighting in vampires moaned approval. The two became frantic, Ryou moving up and down on Bakura's straining manhood and Bakura slamming his hips against Ryou's rump. With a long drawn out cry, Ryou spilled his seed over Bakura's chest and in turn his muscles tightened around Bakura's cock. The vampire gasped, pumping in and out of Ryou a few more times, before releasing violently into his lover with a chocked moan.

 

Ryou let his head fall to Bakura's shoulder, his breath evening out somewhat. Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou and buried his nose in Ryou's hair, taking in the boy's scent, his own mingling into the boy's personal mix. It was incredible and so intimate, the ability to smell yourself on your lover. He sighed deeply, wondering if Ryou felt the same.

 

“Ryou?”

 

“Mm?” The boy lifted his head up, resting his chin on Bakura's chest.

 

“I love you.”

 

The soft-spoken words seemed so strange, yet so right and Ryou was still a bit shocked to hear them fall from the vampire's lips. He too wrapped his arms around Bakura's torso and nuzzled into him, thinking over the recent events. Basically, he finally decided to drop the revenge on vampire race and came to terms with his past. He let his primal instincts take over and his hormones ran rampaging through his system. Ryou blushed a bit. He finally had someone to whom he can turn to. True, he had his brothers, but even though he was the youngest, he was the one who took care of them. Someone wanted him and he wanted them back, someone finally had him and finally there would be someone to protect him.

 

Ryou squeezed Bakura tightly. “I love you.” He whimpered, suddenly feeling bare and in need of physical contact with someone, his long lost emotions found their way back into his heart and he felt more vulnerable than ever, but when Bakura's arms tightened around him, he felt reassured and safe. “Do not leave me, please promise me that you will stay.” He asked quietly, slowly falling asleep to Bakura's steady heartbeat.

 

“I will stay with you forever. Nothing will make me go away. I will not leave you.”

 

Bakura smiled, when Ryou's breathing came even, as he fell asleep, emotional and physical exhaustion taking it's toll on poor boy's already tired body. Bakura lifted him out of the tub and dressed him in what was prepared on the floor by the towels. When in bedroom, he lay Ryou on the bed and cuddled up beside him. “I will never leave you.” He whispered, drifting off.

 

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Aw, I just killed the chapter with the fluff, huh? Oh, well, at least Ryou and Bakura finally got it on, so don't hesitate and review. ^_^ Personally I love this chapter and I hate it, but I guess that will have to do...