Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I Love You, I Love You Not ❯ Thinking about Tea while kissing someone brings interesting consequences ( Chapter 2 )

A/n: It's a little past midnight and I really should be doing my homework but instead I'm being nice and writing more. I'd probably be asleep, but falling asleep alone at home after seeing the Ring isn't a good idea. I never have nightmares, and I suppose what I had couldn't qualify as one, but it sure did leave me with a sense of unease. Man that movie's freaky, I'll never look at a T.V. the same way again. *Shudders* Well, anywho, on with the story. Please R&R.=^.^=

Warning: I'm not sure if I'll put lemons in this story, it depends on popular demand and if I'm in the mood. There will be some allusions to sex and some masochism. I don't know how much or how soon, it all depends on what I feel like writing at the moment. So if that's not your cup of tea then don't read.

The kiss was slow and gentle, I imagined it was how Yami would kiss me, with all the tenderness of the world. If I concentrated I could almost pretend it was him. But no, that wasn't fair, to him or Bakura.

Shifting I moved my hand behind his head and used it as leverage to force a more harsh kiss from him. I wanted, no I needed to have a clear distinction between my Yami and Ryou's. I couldn't start living in a fantasy world and I most definitely did not want to pretend that my Yami was kissing me. That would be stooping to Tea's level. Another thing I didn't want to think of right now.

Breaking the kiss Bakura looked down at me, a slight frown marring his features. Cocking his head to one side he parted his mouth to voice the one question I did not want to answer right now.

"What are you thinking about?"

To answer truthfully, or not to answer truthfully? That is the stupidest question ever.

"You." If I got a nickel for every lie I told Bakura I'd be as rich as Kaiba. Not that I enjoyed lying to Bakura, I just ended up doing it a lot. In my opinion, being told that the person your kissing is thinking about Tea at the moment, is perhaps the worst insult ever. Even if they were negative thoughts.

"Don't lie."

The command brought me out of my thoughts with a jolt and I stared incomprehensibly at Bakura in confusion. The only answer to my unspoken question was a growl and an unceremonious push to the ground.

"I don't mind if you're not thinking of me, but I don't like being lied to. Now what were you really thinking about?"

Guiltily I stared at the floor, unwillingly to meet his unblinking gaze. Once again I wondered if I should tell the truth. To say Tea would be unthinkable, but I had a feeling he would see right through any falsehoods I might try. Sighing plucked at a loose string attached to my shirt and settled for the truth.

"I was thinking about Tea."

Complete and utter silence followed that comment. Bakura apparently hadn't been expecting that answer. Then again, if Bakura had told me that, I would probably be just as silent.

I warily looked at his face. Shock and surprise were clearly written there, I shifted nervously waiting for him to say something, anything. Finally his mouth opened, I leaned forward expectantly, but it just closed once again. Apparently he was in too much shock to speak.

Sighing, I did the only thing I could think of to diffuse this situation. I kissed him. The spirit of the ring didn't seem to mind; in fact he seemed quite happy with my method. One small thing was nagging me though; he was being too gentle with me. Just because I'm small doesn't mean I'll break.

Crushing my lips to his I demanded entrance to his mouth and it was granted instantly. Insinuating my tongue between his supple lips I was met with a barrier of teeth, which opened for me just as easily as his lips had.

Delving deeper into his wet orifice I was met with the slick muscle that was his tongue. We both dueled for dominance, but finally he relented and I had free access to his mouth, met with only occasional resistance.

Growing tired of this game I pulled back and instead took his bottom lip into my mouth and sucked gently. A soft moan was heard and I realized it was Bakura, apparently I was doing well. A sudden caress on my manhood made me gasp and bite down upon lip, drawing blood.

The sweet coppery tang of it invaded my senses and I swallowed it greedily, sucking to capture every last drop. Pulling back for a well deserved breath air, I smiled what I hoped to be a wanton smile and laid back allowing him full access to my body.

He covered my body with his and captured my lips in a frantic kiss. I allowed him entrance, much too occupied with making sure there was no space between us to care. He grasped my wrists in one hand and held them above my head, crushing our hips together roughly. Not that I minded the roughness, I actually enjoyed it not caring to have any finesse at the moment. Five minutes later this is exactly how my Yami found us.

A/N: Evil cliffie huh? Hehehe. I hoped you liked that, I'm quite surprised with myself actually. That was much better than any of my previous tries with anything remotely lemony. Sorry it took so long, I kinda almost forgot about this story. Please R&R.=^.^=