Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Empty Spaces ❯ Empty Spaces ( One-Shot )

The song is by SR-71; the characters are by Kazuki Takahashi. All I own is this "story"

Empty Spaces

Ryou rushed though the door, knowing that he was late, again. For some reason, he could never get out of school on time, probably because he daydreamed right though the final bell. Of course, this was the fourth time this week he was late arriving home from school. Like every other day he was tardy, he promised himself that the fantasy would stop, as of that moment. But he could never bring himself to stop.

He cringed slightly as he saw the dark spirit stalk into the room, quite like a Siberian tiger eyeing up its prey, an unsuspecting snowshoe rabbit. The resemblance was uncanny. But Ryou was in no mood for this today. He tried to walk past Bakura, not really expecting to make it out of the living room unscathed. Unintentionally he passed too close to the other, who seized the opportunity and roughly grabbed Ryou's hand. Startled by the sudden contact, Ryou's face shot up, staring his yami right in the eyes. Heart pounding, he saw something in the other's eyes that made him catch his breath.

* I'm not afraid to go backwards and fix what we broke *

Holding onto the smaller boy's hand tightly, the dark one pulled the other close to him. He felt the young one's heart racing, with lust, fear, or anticipation he could not tell. He dare not delve into the other's mind, afraid that rejection there would keep him from ever knowing the taste of his partner's lips. He had to know the taste, the feel, even if only just this once. Feeling the small one relax a bit in the embrace, Bakura leaned down slightly to gaze at the face of his light. Suddenly soft brown eyes opened, startled by the hot breath on his skin. Warm chocolate met cool mahogany, a questioning expression on the face of the smaller one. Wasting no more time, the silver haired fiend captured the lips of the unsuspecting 16 year old.

Soft lips yielded to his own, hesitating only slightly before becoming an active participant in this near chaste show of passion. Taking the passion another step further Bakura ran his tongue over the smooth pink lips of his aibou, seeking permission for something he would have once just taken.

Careful shields were kept up, neither party daring to hope.

* My gaze falls behind, you make desire seem so easy *

To Bakura's mild surprise, the tender flesh beneath him yielded once again. Lips parted as his tongue cautiously, almost reverently, dipped in. Ryou shuddered with pleasure as the warm muscle caressed the roof of his mouth.

* I hold off sleep, it's so silent without you here *

With a small moan of pure delight, the smaller boy finally found himself, and began to find his yami. Tentative hands first ran though silver hair, so much like his own and yet completely different. Delicately fingering the spiky white locks, hands brushed the nape of the dark one's neck, causing Bakura to shiver from the sparks of fire and ice that coursed though his body.

* Don't give up now, it would all be for nothing *

Suddenly Bakura found his own hands gently running up the sides of his other half. Slowly he pulled up on the turquoise shirt, freeing it from the waist of Ryou's pants. A soft gasp escaped from the throat of the young teen as he felt cool hands on his quickly heating skin, chilling him and scorching him at the same time.

Stepping back fractionally, Bakura took this opportunity to breath a little. The taste and feel of his hikari has left him panting. Smiling slightly, a smile of pure joy, the dark spirit realized he was having the same effect on the young, snowy-haired teen.

* I believe in second chances… I believe the years forget *

Ryou was breathing heavily, eyelids drooping with passion, skin flushed. He did not know if he should be frightened or pleased by his yami's sudden change of attitude. So often he had hoped that one day Bakura would feel a fraction of what he felt, the pain as well as the desire. For some reason, unknown even to himself, Ryou chose to act on his feelings, believing that this would be his only opportunity to be with his other half in the way he fantasized about. In truth, it could be his only such experience, since the spirit of the Ring would most likely kill him once he learned Ryou true feelings.

Without a second thought, the mortal boy claimed the lips of the dark spirit, feeling the adrenaline rush of dominating before once again experiencing the thrill of being dominated. As coherent though slowly slipped from his grasp, Ryou realized that, no matter what had happened in the past, being with his darker half like this just felt so right.

* Let me fill these empty spaces

Better late than never

Stay forever *

Without realizing what he was doing, Bakura had managed to undo the buttons of his hikari's shirt, remove his own shirt, and guide the both of them into the spare room that had been converted into his personal sanctuary. Reaching downward slowly, so as not to frighten the timid boy in his arms, Bakura slipped the button of Ryou's pants though the hole, leaving them open slightly, exposing the delicate flesh of the pale teen.

* Let me fill this empty space

There's always room for one more

Mistake *

Still without opening their shared mental link, Bakura used his cool mahogany orbs to as ask the other's consent for what was about to pass. He felt a rush of relief at the barely perceptible nod of his light's head. Tentative, perhaps, but willing, no desiring, if the passion in the wide doe eyes was any indication, to go though with this, whatever "this" was to become. Perhaps it would be safe to let the other feel his yearning as well.

* Can you feel that? I think we're moving in the right direction *

Ryou gasped with surprise and pleasure as Bakura's strong hand made its way down to his aching desire. Fingertips lightly teased sensitive skin, causing the younger boy to shudder and buck, trying to achieve greater contact, something more solid. In a haze his own hands instinctively reached for the waist of the tight leather pants that his fantasy wore. No, Ryou reminded himself, this was not a fantasy, not this time. This was reality. Deftly opening the front of his yami's pants, Ryou began to tease the other, mimicking the touches that were increasing his desire. Without warning, he felt a tingle in his mind, what he had mistaken for a mere echo of his own passion was actually coming from Bakura. Not stopping to think, for logical though was impossible in the wake of the breathtaking feel of the spirits hands, Ryou cautiously removed some of the blocks from his own mind, letting the dark one feel a fraction of what Bakura was doing to him.

* I was someone else then. I'd take it back if you would let me *

Bakura could not suppress a moan as he felt the euphoria flooding through the mindlink, coming from his other half. A realization caused him to pause. He was the one giving the hikari this pleasure. And Bakura suddenly knew that he never wanted to stop. Pulling the small one closer than seemed humanly possible, Bakura poured everything he was feeling into a passionate, mind-blowing kiss, never stopping the gentle stroking of his love's heating flesh. Love. Yes, he knew he could never again hurt this boy, his love. As he felt Ryou melt into the caresses and the kiss, tears came to Bakura's eyes, knowing that he had been forgiven.

* I believe in second chances. I believe the years forget *

The moment his yami had first kissed him, Ryou knew that he could never hold the years of pain against the dark spirit. Now things had changed again. He felt Bakura's love for him surging through his mind, setting fire to his every nerve. Or maybe that was the hand touching him so lovingly. Either way, Ryou knew what he wanted. He wanted Bakura. He wanted Bakura in every way one person could possibly want another. He already shared mind and soul with the spirit. Ever since Bakura discovered he could manifest his own body, Ryou had felt strangely empty. It was time that he and Bakura share their bodies once again.

*Let me fill these empty spaces

Better late than never

Stay forever *

No words were necessary as Bakura understood what the other needed, what he was longing for. Removing his hand from the pants of his small, chocolate-eyed lover caused Ryou to whimper, begging for renewed contact. All other thoughts diminished as Bakura dropped to his knees, wanting nothing except to give Ryou everything that he desired. Without hesitation the dark spirit finished opening the white angel's pants and slid the fabric reverently past slender hips, trailing light touches in the wake of the rough material, soothing tortured skin. He gazed with admiration at the porcelain doll that was his light. His. Bakura lifted his glance to meet the half lidded eyes of his soulmate. Mahogany never left chocolate as Bakura let his lips brush his other's swollen arousal. Pleased with the feedback he was receiving through the mindlink, Bakura his ran tongue along Ryou's length, letting teeth graze the sensitive flesh.

With Ryou thus distracted, the dark spirit slid one finger into the unsuspecting teen. At first he met a little resistance from muscles unaccustomed to allowing anything in. However, as Bakura used his mouth to apply gentle pressure to the young one's arousal, the previously offended muscles began to relax.

* Let me fill this empty space

There's always room fro one more

Mistake *

Ryou moaned at the double sensations assaulting his body. Although new, none of this felt awkward or strange. It felt right having his yami stretch him, fingers moving, widening the passage, caressing inner walls. Even as he thought the pleasure would bring him to his knees, Bakura struck a spot inside of him that completely outdid any other sensation Ryou had ever felt. His legs trembled and threatened to collapse beneath him.

*We were never this close when we were young *

Before Ryou could fall to the ground, Bakura lifted the boy into his arms and carried him to the bed. The spirit smirked as his other half gave a weak protest as the air evaporated the saliva on is hot erection, cooling it slightly.

Bakura placed his hikari on the bed, three fingers of one hand still inside his other half, stretching the channel and brushing the bundle of nerves that reduced the other to incoherent sounds. With his other hand, the timeless one began to remove his own pants, not wanting to deprive his love from their most intimate contact a moment longer.

When his pants were down as far as this position would allow them to go, Bakura stood up, removing himself from the other, who was moaning for something more. Quickly extricating himself from the second skin known as leather pants, the dark one retuned to hover over Ryou. Once again distracting the young virgin with a heated kiss, he carefully glided into his lover. He felt ashamed as he saw the boy beneath him try to hide a wince of pain. Part of him was glad that it was only wince, that the pain was not too great. The other part was devastated that he would still be causing Ryou pain, despite his undying love for the other half of his soul.

He held still as he felt the smaller boy squirm, trying to adjust to the feeling of having someone inside him. His hips bucked as he inadvertently hit his pleasure spot. With another jolt of his slim hips, Bakura knew that the boy was ready. Slowly he pulled almost completely out of his little lover before pushing in again, feeling hot blood coating the passage. Bakura mentally cursed himself. Never again would he be this unprepared. Never again would he use his lover's blood as a lubricant.

His other seemed oblivious to this, lost in the throes of passion. Bakura felt the deceptively strong legs wrap around his thighs, pulling him in closer. Soon Ryou was striving to meet Bakura's movements with his own. Together they rocked in time with the racing pace of their hearts. Using one arm to brace himself so he would not just collapse, Bakura's free hand brushed down the smooth chest of his lover, seeking to bring Ryou over the edge.

Finding his goal, Bakura began to stroke the panting boy. His fingers closed around the hard member, causing delicate hips to press upward, trying to gain the maximum contact.

* Every night I whisper you name at the top of my lungs *

Ryou could barely endure the double caresses overloading his senses. With each of Bakura's thrusts, he pressed forward and up, trying to bring his lover's erection deeper into him and to push is own arousal harder into Bakura's hand. With a gasp, he climaxed, calling out his yami's, no, his lover's name. Chocolate eyes went wide as the orgasm tore through him.

Bakura felt he could hold back no longer as his soulmate clenched around him. What finally sent him over the edge were the powerful feelings of his lover's orgasm as they swept though the mindlink. With one final thrust Bakura released himself into his hikari, crying the boy's name as his arm supporting him gave out. He collapsed on the white-haired angel and rolled them onto their sides, maintaining complete contact.

* I'm not afraid… I'm not afraid *

Finally joined, mind, body and soul, the light and the darkness lay in contentment, each reveling in the feel of the other surrounding him. They did not speak, for at this time there was no need for words. Tomorrow they would talk, but at this moment love, devotion, and acceptance flowed freely between two minds. For now, that was all either need to know.

*Let me fill these empty spaces

Better late than never

Stay forever

Let me fill this empty space

Because there's always room for one more

Mistake *

LD: * reading over the story * What the hell was that? * hears giggling in the distance * Where is Karen?

Bakura: Um, she is, um, atthecomputer.

LD: What!? I though I told you to keep her away from it!

Karen: Hey, it is my stinkin' computer. Besides the story is better this way!

* Bakura restrains a very pissed off Lupusdragon *

LD: * smacks Bakura away and composes herself * Well, if I can ever get in some alone time at the computer, I'll try for a real lemon. As it is, this is my first time * blushes slightly * So, between that and my nosey other half, it sucks. Please let me know what I can do to improve it!

~Ciao!