Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Insert Cool Yu-Gi-Oh! Related Title ❯ Chapter Three: Well Taught Class ( Chapter 3 )

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This chapter may not make any sense, but keep reading. It does later on!

//Are the yami mentally speaking to their hikari.//
/Are the hikari mentally speaking to their yami./
And Italics are thoughts although MM.org seems to have trouble displaying this. Just assume some of the stuff is actually italicized.


Chapter Three: Well Taught Class

Bakura undid Yugi's pants and pulled them off. Ryou watched, unable to turn away, as if mesmerized.

He was breathing hard.

Not... This.. Can't... It's... But...

Bakura looked Ryou straight in the eye, a sneer on his face. "Heh... Don't look away Ryou." He lowered his mouth onto Yugi and the smaller boy under him let out a pleased gasp followed by short high pitched moans.

Ryou's eyes were completely wide. His mouth was also open, but with no air entering. Suddenly, he noticed it was very hot. A chill passed down his spine, constricting his stomach, and settling uncomfortably between his legs.

Huh?

He gulped as he realized what was happening with his own body.

Oh... This isn't... Right.

He began to audibly breath louder as Yugi`s moans increased.

Bakura....

The tomb robber continued his administrations, still his eyes on Ryou.

//Hikari... Do you like this..?//

Ryou's mouth seemed an uncontrollable saliva making machine, as he gulped once again.

Why am I so...

He blushed and his eyebrows bunched up.

So... Turned on?

He noticed that his fingers hurt.

Huh?

He felt them tightly constricted around the edges of his desk, the knuckles white with pressure. He didn't let go though, afraid that if he did, he would further loose his hold on reality.

//Ryou...//

Ryou nearly yelled out in both surprise and lust as Bakura's voice penetrated his mind, like a knife searing through steaming flesh. His very soft and surprisingly sweet sounding voice.

I... I gotta get a grip! This... I mean... Agh! What's going on!?!

Just then he heard Yugi's voice calling out, "Oh! Sensei! The vegetables! Oh, gods! The vegetables!!"

WHAT?!

//Ryou..?//

Ahh!!

"Hahahaha!!!" Bakura burst out laughing, as did Yugi.

........Huh?!?

"Ne, Ryou... You haven't answered my question." Bakura said, smiling the whole time. It would have been a sweet smile had not both his eyes been narrowed into a predatory glare.

Ryou tried to ask what he was talking about, but his voice made itself audible with a squeak instead.

Well.. That was embarrassing.

"Hmm..? Heh..." Bakura's hand closed around Yugi's pride, his thumb rubbing the tip. The multicolor haired boy again began panting and squealing in pleasure.

Ryou could now physically feel the tension in his pants... Could almost feel Bakura's hands on himself...

Ahh! No! Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!

Bakura laughed again. "I'll ask one more time, Hikari... Do you like this..?"

Bakura's words finally reached Ryou's ears. He trembled.

//Do you want this..?//

Ryou found himself nodding.

What am I doing?!... Huh?

Ryou soon found himself in Yugi's previous position: under Bakura. And with his pants off.

WHAT?! HOW?!?

"Ne, Ryou. I bet you taste delicious," Bakura smirked, straddling the boy.

"Go Ryou!" called out Yugi, only a few feet away, dressed in a cheerleaders outfit, pom-poms and all. "Go cheese! I told you the cheese was lucky!"

What is he talking-! I mean, ahh! Bakura's about to su-aahhh!!!!!

"Like that Ryou?" Bakura's skilled hands continued to fondle Ryou. "Then, you'll love this." His mouth descended on him.

AAAHHHHHHH!!!!

Ryou gasped

........ Wha-?

He was heavily panting.

What?... Huh?

Ryou looked around and let out a sigh of relief. He was in his bedroom, in his bed, under his soft covers... Safe. "Heh... It was... It was only a dream...." He said, still thoroughly shaken. "Only.... Only a dream...." He sighed and tried to calm himself.

Why did I have a dream like that?... Keep having dreams like that?

He sighed again. They had first started up around a week ago. At first, they were fluffy light, like the sappy, shoujo manga type fluff that he sometimes read. Stuff that made him blush and sigh and feel good...

Uh.. Not good. Right.. Check that. Not good.

But now... They were... progressively getting more... Daring.

Ryou bit his lip.

What if... Next time... It could be...

He swallowed hard.

Ugh! Why am I having these dreams about... Bakura....

Ryou sat in his bed, not really thinking about anything in particular, and yet lost completely in thought.

Do I... Do I like Bakura?

He asked himself.

I mean, I do like him but... Not like that... Right?

He sighed and was so engrossed in his current thoughts that he seemed to completely miss the sounds coming from outside his door. Not until something loud shattered, something like glass, did he finally look up. "Oh. Right. I almost forgot..."