Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dirty Little Secret ❯ Secrets Discovered ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Title: Dirty Little Secret
Author: Reyn
Rating: S for Smut and M for Masturbation. So I guess the rating would be S&M.
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh. If I did, there would be a lot more romance and a lot less dueling.
Author's Note: I've been told my smut scenes are amateurish. Well, this would the second yaoi scene I have ever written, so you have been warned if you don't like it.
All in all, I really don't think it's all that great…near crap really…(runs off weeping)
CHAPTER 4
Bakura entered the bathroom just in time to see Ryou slip into one of the few stalls at the far end of the room. Concern instantly flooded the yami's mind. Was the boy sick? Did he have some disease he was hiding from everyone?
Shaking his head clear of such ridiculous emotions, Bakura moved to stand in a darkened corner, under a burnt out light, which would help him stay in the shadows. Years of being a thief had helped Bakura learn the ways of going unnoticed as he simply leaned against the wall and listened.
After several moments, the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered was heard, followed by the slight rustling of clothing. Bakura held his breath in an attempt to strain his ears for more sounds. Then there it was. Heavy breathing, almost like panting. Just before he could take guesses as to why he would be hearing such heavy breathing, a muffled moan pierced through the air.
Bakura could feel his body heat rising as the sound stirred a long forgotten feeling in his groin. Pushing it aside, he crossed his arms over his chest and continued to listen as several more strained moans escaped and the breathing grew heavier.
So his innocent little hikari came here to wank…interesting. Thinking back to the days when they shared a body, Bakura knew this sort of thing wasn't a regular occurrence like it was now. The white haired brat probably had a crush on the damned pharaoh, seeing as how he was the only new addition to the school's population, besides himself, since this sort of thing started happening. Hell, half the school had a crush on the ancient Egyptian freak.
Bakura scowled, as he grew angry. It wasn't enough that the Pharaoh had one hikari, but had to go and steal himself another one as well? Well, he'd just have to show that good for nothing -
“Bakura! Unh!”
The lust filled cry that obviously signaled the peak of the climax echoed through the room, causing Bakura to freeze.
That was his name. Ryou had just…
Bakura's knees nearly went out on him as the blood suddenly rushed south making him rock hard. Well now, it seemed as if he was wrong. This little turn of events would play out rather nicely. Bakura smirked as he regained control and patiently waited for his Ryou to emerge.
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Ryou sighed as he exited the stall and headed to the sink. After this morning, he barely made it through the day, rushing out as soon as lunch started to help empty his lust filled mind.
“Well, well, well, look who's finally come out of hiding.”
Ryou froze, feeling the blood from his body slow to a stop. Whirling around, he saw his yami emerge from the shadows of the corner.
“Ba-bakura!” Ryou squeaked. He instantly began to panic, wondering how much his look-a-like had heard.
Bakura smirked. “No. I preferred the way you said my name earlier just now. The way you moaned it, so near screaming.”
Ryou backed up into the counter as Bakura came to stand mere inches away from him. He wanted to die. Why didn't he notice his Yami's presence earlier? Oh Ra, what was Bakura going to do to him? He knew the thief was very decided on testy issues, and as far as Ryou knew, Bakura was straight.
“Ba-bak-ura…I…I was…”
“Shh.” Bakura put a finger to Ryou's stuttering lips. “I believe you were about to wash your hands.”
/Erm…yes./ Came the soft reply as Ryou made no attempt to move.
“Well then, don't let me stop you.” Bakura stepped back, giving the boy before him room to turn around.
Ryou turned and put his trembling hands under the cold stream of water, not sure about what to think or do. The feeling of arms wrapping themselves around his waist and soft lips being pressed against his neck caused his breath to hitch as he once again froze all actions.
“Ryou, why were you calling out my name in such a delicious manner?” Bakura asked teasingly as he pulled his lips away from Ryou's skin and raised his eyes to gaze at the said boy through the mirror.
Ryou blushed, at a loss for words, as his eyes locked on to his darker half's in a lust-filled gaze. Undeterred, Bakura continued.
“Is it possible that I heard you wrong and you don't know what I am talking about?” Bakura asked as he moved his hand up to slowly undo the buttons on Ryou's white shirt.
Ryou found himself unable to answer. Was this some sort of trick? Was Bakura furious with him, and merely toying with him before the real punishment came? Ryou suddenly realized that he didn't care as he watched his Yami's fingers leave fiery trails across his stomach while they continued to unbutton his shirt.
“Mmm, I think I did hear you correctly, my little Ryou. But I still don't have an answer to my first question.” Bakura watched as Ryou's eyes became hazy with need as his gaze locked onto his hands as they traveled lower, slowly exposing more skin.
“Is it possible that you harbor hidden desires for me?” Ryou's shirt was now open, and Bakura's hand was teasingly tracing the contours of muscles back up his light's stomach and chest.
“Ngh…no…” Ryou managed to grate out, his eyes still locked on Bakura's hands.
“No?” Bakura questioned as his hand pushed back south, this time passing Ryou's waistline and roughly grabbing an extremely stiff prick.
“But Ryou,” he whispered teasingly, “you're hard.”
With that, Bakura gave into his rougher nature and began to knead between his Hikari's legs, causing Ryou to gasp and thrust his hips forward harshly.
“You certainly are anxious for one who has just gotten off not even minutes before hand.”
Ryou's blush deepened.
“But that's all right.” Bakura pressed his body forward and began to gently grind his hips into Ryou's ass. “Because I'm hard too.”
Ryou's eyes flew open in shock as he tossed his head back in pleasure, a guttural moan echoing off the tile walls.
Bakura continued to thrust his hips forward and stroke Ryou further into absolute hardness as his other hand traveled up to play with his nipple, earning more moans and whimpers.
The yami drew his lips along Ryou's neck before he suddenly bit down hard with no warning at all. Ryou's legs nearly gave out as his hands flew forward to grab the counter top.
“Do you like pain, Ryou?” Bakura asked sadistically as he fumbled to open Ryou's pants. “Because what I'm about to do to you is going to hurt. A lot.”
Suddenly, Ryou truly began to panic. Bakura wouldn't really hurt him, would he? Surely the spirit had changed since their days in the Battle City tournament.
Sensing his hikari's nervousness, Bakura smirked.
“Relax,” he said as his hands went up to remove Ryou's jacket and toss it aside. “It'll feel good in the end, I'm sure.”
It was then that the full implications of the words dawned on Ryou as his whole body went weak. Oh Ra, was he even ready for this? Ryou found himself unable to care as Bakura slowly licked up a tendon along his neck before biting down.
Ryou's grip on the sink tightened as Bakura pushed him forward, bending him over as his pants were slowly pulled off, exposing his pale skin to the slightly frigid air. The young hikari automatically tried to stick his ass out further, as if offering himself to his Darkness.
Bakura hissed in pleasure at the sight before him. In the mirror's reflection, his Light was gazing at his with a half-lidded, thoroughly aroused expression; complete with a beautiful blush the stained across his cheeks. His hands gripped the countertop as his sternum rested against it. Bakura's eyes traveled along the teasing curve of Ryou's back until they landed on their goal.
Bakura could feel the heat rising in him as he stared at the ass before him. He stroked it lightly before his more carnal pleasures demanded that he grab it and knead it, earning him a gasping cry from its owner.
With his own cock already weeping for release, Bakura began to grind himself roughly against the smooth flesh while reaching over to the soap dispenser
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Ryou's breathing quickened as he felt Bakura's slick finger playing with his entrance. He seemed to be searching for something just on the outside, making Ryou slightly nervous.
Nerves gave away into pleasure as the finger seemed to find whatever it was looking for, and the wandering turned massaging that one spot that seemed to send tingles up Ryou's shaft, making his knees shake.
“Oh Ra…” he breathed as he began to rock his hips slightly.
Bakura smirked as he continued the relaxing motion up to Ryou's entrance before pushing it inside. His eyes went wide at the sensations he felt. It was so hot, so incredibly tight. And that was just around his own finger. A groan escaped from him as he imagined the feeling surrounding a more sensitive area of his body.
Ryou's moans turned to whimpers as his yami continued to prepare him. It had started out gentle enough, but the anticipation was proving to be too much for Bakura as he progressively grew rougher in his antics.
Deciding his light was ready; Bakura pulled out his fingers and moved them to his throbbing member, stroking it several times as he lined it up with its destination.
“Do you want this, Ryou?” he asked as he teasingly rubbed the head against the entrance.
/Yes./
An evil smirk crossed his lips as Bakura pressed into Ryou's body. GODS! It felt too good. The heat was unbearable and the tight grip around him was nearly too much. His breath hitched as he pushed himself all the way in and paused, trying to get used to this new sensation.
Ryou's form trembled uncontrollably. He knew it should hurt, and it did. The burning feeling of being filled pained him to no end. He knew he should have at least cried out, or told his yami to stop, but he couldn't.
It was too hot; too much of a bloody turn on to have his yami this hard for him. To have his yami want him to the point that he would take him right here, right now. To feel his yami's thundering heartbeat pounding inside him.
/ya…yami…/
Bakura looked up and saw Ryou's eyes screwed shut. Deciding to move, Bakura rotated his hips a bit before pulling out, only to push right back in.
//Ra…you shouldn't be this tight.//
With those words, Bakura began a steady pace, watching his penis out, only to snap back in, forcing another cry out from Ryou. He glanced up to see his Light tightly gripping the sink, as if his life depended on it.
“Touch yourself, Ryou.” Bakura commanded as his hand reached around and started to stroke Ryou's member. “I want you to grip yourself as hard as you can.”
Emphasizing his point with a tight squeeze, Bakura waited as Ryou's hand wrenched itself away from the counter to replace his hand.
“Yes. That's it. More. Yes.” Bakura said as he watched his hikari's arm move.
He reinforced his grip on Ryou's hips as he started to pound into the body before him, relishing in the harsh pleasure it was bringing him. He noticed that Ryou's entire form was shaking, and his hand's movements were not at a set pace.
Ryou was teetering on the edge.
“Oh gods…Ryou…aibou…look at yourself…look at me…open your eyes…” Bakura moaned as he continued to thrust deep.
Eyes opened and unfocused brown irises slowly trailed up the mirror, pausing as they met Bakura's own gaze. They then began to trail downwards, stopping once again at Bakura's stomach, exposed between the flaps of his shirt, which was unbuttoned.
Ryou drank in the sight of the six-pack that made itself prominent every time Bakura's hips thrust forward. His breathing quickened as moans started to sound more broken.
//Are you going to come for me, Ryou?//
At those words, Ryou lost himself. His head snapped back down as his entire body coiled with pleasure before snapping back to give him the release he had been painfully working for. He began to thrust his hips more urgently, trying to milk this violent orgasm for all that it was worth.
Bakura watched the vicious display before him as he felt the overwhelming pleasure explode through the mind link. The cries of babbling passion coming from his hikari nearly distracted him as round his shaft it grew even hotter, and Ra…Ra it grew impossibly tighter.
//Shit!…//
His own release took him by surprise as his hips pushed forward, grinding his member deep into Ryou's body, pulsing in time with the now feeble thrusts.
Legs feeling incredibly weak, Bakura tried to hide the trembling as he pulled out of his hikari. Ra, that was…that was…there were no words that could explain it just yet.
He looked over at Ryou in time to see the boy slowly pushing himself into an upright position as he reached for the discarded clothes.
“Here.” Bakura through Ryou's shirt at him. “You might want to put that on and clean up a bit.”
After the nod of agreement, Bakura waited no longer and turned to leave. He wasn't sure why just yet, but he needed to get out of there as fast as possible.
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End Note: And there you have it. My attempt at smut. Sorry it took me so long to get this out. I've been busy with everything lately. Well, not everything turned out exactly I had planned for this, but that jest means I'll have to try harder next chapter.
Hope you enjoyed!