Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Daze of Paradise ❯ Paradise Lost - Pt. 1 ( Chapter 4 )

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Warning: Same as always. In this chapter: Lemon!

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Chapter 4 - Paradise Lost Pt. 1

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After unloading all their luggage and checking in, the group followed Josh to the two cabins that they'd been assigned.

Each cabin was huge and each person could have their own bedroom. After a mildly heated discussion it was decided that the three hikaris (and their yamis) would get one cabin, and everyone else would take the other. Kaiba had adamantly refused to stay in the same cabin as Marik and Malik, claiming that he'd never get any sleep at all.

Kala thanked Josh and tipped him (a bit to generously, thought Kaiba with an internal growl) before politely shoving him out the door.

Yugi, Ryou, and Malik gave collective sighs of relief and gave their Darker halves permission to vacate the Items.

Marik was the first to appear, stretching and yawning dramatically before pouncing on Malik. "Finally! Come here, hikari!"

"Ack! Marik!"

Kala and Serenity giggled.

Yami was just suddenly there, arms around Yugi's shoulders in a loose hug. He looked around the cabin, taking in his surroundings at a glance. "Hello, aibou. Did you have a good flight?"

Yugi leaned back against his chest with a sigh. "Yep! I missed you though."

Ryou groaned and stamped a foot. He had and annoyed, exasperated look on his face.

//Damn it 'Kura! I'm telling you it's perfectly safe! Now come out!//

The Ring glowed faintly with Bakura's response. //No.//

"Aaagggghhhh!" Ryou threw his hands up in frustration. "Fine! Stay in there! Leave me alone, Bakura! See if I care!"

Marik left off groping Malik (again) to ask, "What's the problem, Ryou?"

Yami chuckled. "Let me guess: Bakura refuses to come out of the Ring."

Ryou nodded, grumbling under his breath about his 'Baka yami.'

Marik gave an evil chuckle. "Bakura, you wimpy Tombrobber, get your ass out here. I know you can hear me…"

Ryou winced as Bakura yelled something unrepeatable at Marik, though he couldn't hear it.

"I never thought the fearless Tombrobber would be such a wuss!" Marik continued.

Yami and Yugi shook their heads. Joey, Mai, Serenity and Kala all vacated the living room, saying they were going to go unpack.

Marik continued to taunt, Malik kept a wary eye on the Ring since it kept pulsing with light, and Ryou's headache began to get worse and worse.

Finally there was a bright, showy flash of light and Bakura stood next to Ryou, seething and eyes blazing furiously.

"Ra damn you, you psychopathic bleach blonde nymphomaniac! Say that to my face, asshole, and we'll see how pretty you are when I'm done with you!"

Malik winced and Marik just laughed. "Bakura, suck it up. Ryou could use your attention."

Bakura growled and stepped towards him, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides into claws.

"'Kura?" He stopped instantly at the pain in Ryou's voice. "He was only trying to help get you to come out of the Ring. He didn't mean any of it." Ryou rubbed at his temples. He had one killer of a migraine.

"What's wrong, hikari?" Bakura was immediately at Ryou's side, his own hands going to Ryou's head.

"You're yelling gave me a migraine." Ryou grumbled. "See! I told you it was safe!"

Bakura looked around and shrugged. "Whatever. Let's go upstairs and I'll take care of your headache."

Yugi yawned. "I could use a nap. Come on guys. Let's go to our cabin and get settled." Yami grasped his hand and they walked out, satisfied that the other two yamis weren't going to try and rip each other to pieces.

Bakura looked disappointed. "We're not staying here?"

Malik shook his head. "We've got the cabin next door. Come on Bakura!"

The Ring spirit swung Ryou up into his arms and strode out after Yami and Yugi.

Marik grabbed Malik's hand and the suitcases (including Ryou's, since Bakura forgot it) then dragged his hikari out the door.

"Bye Kaiba!" Malik waved cheerfully.

Once they were gone, Kaiba indulged himself in a laugh. Their antics really were amusing. He thought to himself.

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After having a mildly heated argument over rooms, and not so subtle threats to Marik and Malik from the others regarding their probably 'bedroom activities,' as Ryou so delicately put it, the three hikari/yami pairs went to their separate rooms to take a short nap and get over the jet lag.

Ryou, however, was more concerned with getting rid of his nagging migraine (which had, at least, downgraded to an annoying throb).

He stripped down to his boxers, finding that it made the humid heat more bearable with his head threatening to explode, and sprawled across the bed on his stomach, head turned away from the window where sunshine streamed in through the blinds.

Bakura watched him for a moment, really feeling guilty for having caused pain to his beautiful hikari - once again. After Battle City he'd sworn that he'd never be the source of pain to the young boy ever again.

Now he stood there, ashamed and guilty, and completely helpless. He had no idea what he should do and Bakura was a little afraid Ryou would refuse any assistance he offered.

Ryou groaned, sensing exactly what his beloved Darkness was anguishing over. //'Kura, cut that out. I might be annoyed with you at the moment, but that doesn't mean I don't love you anymore.//

//But…I caused you pain, Ryou! I…I swore I'd never hurt you again and…//

//Bakura!// Ryou interrupted. //It's just a headache. I'll be fine. And it isn't as if you caused it on purpose. I know you would never do that to me.//

//But…//

//Come here, 'Kura.// Ryou cracked open one chocolate brown eye and crooked a finger at Bakura. Helpless, the Ring spirit could only obey his hikari's command. He lay on the bed next to Ryou and faced him, staring sorrowfully into his eyes with mahogany orbs full of regret and apology. //If you want, I'd appreciate it if you could rub my temples for a bit. That usually helps a little.//

Bakura reached out, hesitantly, and gently began massaging Ryou's temples, hoping it would soothe the headache.

He couldn't help the small smile that came when his Light made little sounds of pleasure and purred, //That feels really good, 'Kura.//

//Is it helping?//

//Yeah.// Ryou smiled and shifted until he could plant a rather serious kiss on Bakura's mouth. //Thanks.//

//I'm sorry, little light. Next time I start ranting and yelling, please smack me.//

Ryou chuckled. //If you say so. I love you Bakura.//

//And I love you, hikari.// Bakura replied. He sat up and rolled onto his knees, straddling Ryou and moving his hands down to begin massaging his back and shoulders. Now Ryou was moaning softly as he felt all the tension and pain melt away under his yami's touch and surprisingly skilful hands.

//Wow, 'Kura.// He gave a long, heartfelt sigh. //Where'd you learn to…//

//Being the greatest tomb robber in history demands hands that can work wonders.// Smiling with a tiny glint in his eye, he quickly stripped off his shirt, then went back to massaging Ryou. //Of course, these fingers can do all sorts of things.// He slid a hand under the waistband of Ryou's underwear and cupped one firm butt-cheek.

Ryou gasped and rolled onto his back. //Is that so?// He tugged on Bakura's tight white jeans. //Show me.//

//As my hikari wishes…// Bakura smiled and stared down into said hikari's eyes as he reached down to trace Ryou's features with a fingertip.

Ryou shivered slightly, Bakura's ghostly touch making his nerve endings dance and become ultra-sensitized. Bakura began tracing downwards, caressing sensitive, silky skin and relishing every inch. Then, hands still teasing, he bent and captured Ryou's mouth in a slow, thorough kiss. A muffled whimper sounded from the Light as his busy fingers brushed over Ryou's highly sensitized nipples.

//'Kura…// He moaned and tried o arch his back to get more of that sensation. Bakura chuckled.

//Oh, you like that, do you? Well, how about this?// The Ring spirit ran his hands down Ryou's stomach and lightly over his sides to slide thumbs under the waistband of the boxers teasingly. //Dear me! There's this piece of clothing that seems to be getting in my way…//

Ryou glared at him half-heartedly but replied, //Go ahead and get them out of your way, my love. I don't need them at the moment anyway.//

//Very true.// Bakura gave no warning, simply ripping them, literally, off Ryou and tossing them aside. //That's much better.// His mahogany eyes went dark as he stared hungrily down at his hikari. //Great Ra, Ryou…have you any idea how glorious you are?//

//If I didn't, Bakura, the way you're looking at me now would tell me.// Ryou idly traced a finger over Bakura's stomach, feeling a great deal of satisfaction as he watched the muscles clench and contract at the touch. //And you're just as glorious to me, lover. Are you going to ditch these pants or am I not allowed to see that gloriousness?// He undid the button and flicked the zipper tab to make his point.

Bakura bit his lip to stop the moan he wanted to utter at the feel of the heat from Ryou's hand through the material of the jeans. //Uh…Ryou, I'm trying to seduce you here and it's getting really hard to concentrate on my work…//

Ryou pulled the zipper down and slid a hand inside to find the waiting heat and hardness, sitting up abruptly and roughly kissing his hot and bothered yami in demand. //I don't need seducing, 'Kura. Right now I need you. Just you.//

//Well, in that case…// Bakura pulled away long enough to yank his jeans off and turned back to pounce on his willing hikari. //Fuck it. I need you and I was never that good at seduction.// He attached himself to Ryou's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there. His hands grasped Ryou's hips and held him still when he tried to thrust them against Bakura's as shock waves of pleasure shot through him.

//Oh yeah…// Ryou groaned in satisfaction. //That's so good…more, Bakura!//

Bakura obliged by moving down his body, planting sloppy, wet kisses as he went, until he reached Ryou's erection. He took his hikari into his mouth and did his best to drive Ryou wild.

//Yessssss…'Kura…mmmm…// Ryou grabbed a handful of Bakura's mane of white hair and tugged. //Stop.//

Bakura released him and licked his lips, staring up with dark eyes. //But you taste so good.// He complained, sulkily. He crawled up and kissed Ryou hard, thrusting his tongue inside Ryou's mouth and duelling his tongue.

Ryou moaned into his mouth then gathered himself to flip Bakura over and straddle him, mouths locked. //You're right.// Ryou gave him a sultry mental grin. //My turn, lover. I want to know how you taste.//

He bent and engulfed Bakura completely.

"Holy Isis!" Bakura swore, hips trying to thrust up but being pinned by his surprisingly strong hikari. "Fuck!"

//Shh! Damn it, Bakura! And we were complaining about Marik and Malik!// Ryou reached up and slapped a hand over Bakura's mouth, but never ceased his ministrations.

Bakura closed his eyes and whimpered in near painful ecstasy. //Ryou…little light…Oh Ra…I can't take much more!//

//That's the idea, lover.// Ryou licked the few drops of pre-come from Bakura's tip, smiling. He was enjoying having his yami at his mercy. //But since you're pleading so nicely…//

Bakura growled at that and cracked an eye open to glare. //Plead?//

Ryou grinned and gave him a saucy wink. //How do you want it?// He nipped gently and flicked his tongue.

"Great Ra…hikari…fuck me." Bakura was beyond caring if anyone heard them anymore. He then blinked in surprise when Ryou rolled onto his back and dragged Bakura with him. "What are you up to?"

Without replying, Ryou offered his fingers to Bakura, who obediently drew them into his mouth and sucked lightly, coating them with his saliva. Ryou then sat up and, with his yami in his arms, slid one finger into Bakura, wriggling it deliberately.

//Ah…more, hikari!// Bakura grasped Ryou's shoulders for support and balance against the onslaught of pleasure waves. He moaned and his fingers began kneading at Ryou's shoulders as the young light added another, then another until the Ring spirit was rocking his hips in time to Ryou's thrusting fingers.

Ryou finally removed his fingers and fell back to the bed, Bakura shifting eagerly until he was poised over Ryou's weeping sex. "Now." Ryou's voice was husky.

Bakura sank down until hikari was buried deep within yami. They both let out twin moans and Bakura couldn't help the shivers that wracked him.

"Move, 'Kura." Ryou grasped his hips firmly and guided their rocking movement until a rhythm was established. By now the Ring spirit was panting and moaning above him. Ryou shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting the spot he knew would send Bakura flying over the edge. With extreme satisfaction he watched his yami's mahogany eyes go darker and wide before a low keening moan issued from his throat and he came, pumping himself over Ryou's stomach and body shaking with the force of it all.

Ryou drew him down and captured his mouth, thrusting one final time before letting himself follow Bakura into oblivion with a muffled cry.

Some time later, when Bakura felt he had just enough energy to move, he rolled to his side, drawing Ryou with him and they curled around each other contentedly and utterly satiated.

"How's your headache, little light?" Bakura asked softly.

Ryou smiled and brushed a lock of hair from his eyes. "You're infinitely better than aspirin, love."

Bakura chuckled.

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After they all had gotten a few hours of rest, they gathered in the kitchen, where Malik had found coffee and made a pot for everyone.

He handed a steamy mug to Ryou and gave him a leering grin. "Have fun earlier, Ryou?" He asked.

Marik was giving the same grin to a blushing Ring spirit that was just as red as his hikari at the moment.

Yugi snickered into his mug and winked at Yami, who rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I told you to be quiet, Bakura!" Ryou hissed at him.

"Well, I might have been able to be quiet if you hadn't…Mmph!" Ryou slapped a hand over his mouth.

Marik nearly fell off his chair laughing and Malik was little better.

"This is going to be a long week…" Yami decided as Ryou began chasing Malik around the room with a rolled up magazine for a weapon.

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Authoress' Notes: ^_^ I love those two white-haired bishies! And who should be next? Y/YY or M/M?! Your choice… R/R!