Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Insert Cool Yu-Gi-Oh! Related Title ❯ Chapter Seventeen: Desks Make Good Pillows Like Beds ( Chapter 17 )

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//Are the yami mentally speaking to their hikari.//
/Are the hikari mentally speaking to their yami./
And Italics are thoughts.


Chapter Seventeen: Desks Make Good Pillows Like Beds

Jounouchi sat at the back of the room. He had gotten up this morning and gone to class without ever even speaking a word out loud. He had not even greeted Yugi and the rest of his friends, even when they milled over this, asking if he was alright.

Am I alright..? Psh! Hardly…

As stubborn and as bigheaded as Jounouchi was, he knew something was up.

People don't just have weird, crazy, sex fantasies and blow them off as being yesterday's bad Taco Surprise lunch.

He slowly lifted his eyes and they directly found themselves in Kaiba's direction. He lowered them and sighed.

OK. I'm not stupid. So… I got… Some weird thing for Kaiba? A… Crush, maybe? I can… Deal? Ugh. Why'd it have to be Kaiba!?! Of all people! Stupid brain! Stupid body! Stupid, stupid hormones!

Jounouchi groaned out loud and smacked his face into is desk and laid there, his arms wrapped around his head. In the far back of the class, away from Akino-san and the rest of the miscreants of the D-12 classroom, Jounouchi went by unnoticed by all, except by Kaiba, who had been closely regarding the blond boy sitting next to him.

Wonder what's with the mutt? He's been acting odd since yesterday… Not that I care or anything.

Now, Kaiba was never one to miss a golden opportunity, especially when it came to insulting another human. Especially when that human was a mutt, and by mutt I mean Jounouchi. "Hmph. You certainly seem down. Forgot were you buried your bone?" A smirk crossed Kaiba's lips, but was quickly replaced by as close to a surprised frown as Jounouchi had ever seen.

The blond didn't really bother looking up. He simply turned his head, still laying on his desk and smiled at Kaiba. It was a sad and pathetic smile. "Actually, yes, you could say that…"

Wow… Something IS up with the mutt!

"What the hell is wrong with you?" the words slipped out of Kaiba's mouth before he could really think of anything better to say.

"Why do you care?" Jounouchi stopped smiling.

"I don't."

"Then why ask?"

Kaiba lifted an eyebrow. "My. You certainly are being defensive. What the hell crawled in your food bowl and died?" Jounouchi didn't say anything. It unnerved Kaiba slightly.

He should be fuming by now! And we should be near killing each other! What is wrong with him?

Despite Kaiba's characteristic lack of caring for any other human being on Earth, with the exception, of course of his brother, he actually found himself worrying about the blond. He didn't notice it, though. For someone so used to not giving a damn, Kaiba had almost forgotten what it was like to care, so he didn't immediately recognize that he did. "Seriously, though. What's wrong with you? You look like you didn't get any sleep at all." And, of course, old habits die hard, so the brown haired boy couldn't help but add, "Heh. Wake up on the wrong side of the dog house?"

Jounouchi smiled a defeated grin again.

Well. Kaiba's being his regular jerk ass self. But..? Then why's he asking what's wrong with me?

Jounouchi scoffed.

Heaven forbid he actually cares… About me?

Jounouchi felt a twang in his chest. He snorted.

Idiot. Of course he doesn't! He's just messing with you. Again. Although… Wouldn't it be nice… If…

Jounouchi closed his eyes so that he wouldn't have to continue to look at Kaiba. "Yes, actually, I did wake up on the wrong side of the dog house. In fact, I never woke up. I never went to sleep. I spent the night in a cold, dirty, dark, back alley, filled with crap and roaches and this crate…"

Why the hell am I telling him all this!?! I've never told anyone about that place, and here I am, blaring it out to HIM, of all people!! Ooh, Jou-man… You really got it bad, don't ya'? Heh. Talk about ironic…

Kaiba was taken aback, to say the least. He had joked a few times about Jounouchi sleeping in the streets, but he didn't actually expect it to happen. "You spent the night in a back alley?!" He frowned, "Why the hell would you do that!?!"

To cry. Why else?

"None of your damned business." Jounouchi turned his head in the other direction. He suddenly felt really tired. He yawned.

I wonder why Kaiba isn't trying to kill me right now? Hmm… He was acting kinda' civil today… Kinda' nice…

Jounouchi closed his eyes, the lack of sleep from the night before, finally catching up to him.

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Ryou sighed in class. His deal with Bakura had actually turned out pretty good. He smiled to himself. Actually, it had turned out pretty damned good. He tuned out the rather melancholy drowning of his teacher and the constant class murmur and sighed again, remembering the night before.

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Bakura laid Ryou down onto the bed and attacked the sweet, sensitive skin at the base of his neck. Ryou gasped and wondered if that night would be his last as a virgin. He had made a deal with Bakura. It had been made to protect his friends from his yami, because, although Ryou now trusted Bakura with his life, he sure as hell wasn't about to trust the lives of his dear friends to that evil spirit. Bakura would probably kill them all if he so felt like it. Especially, if they ticked him off. Which, for some reason, they did. He would have already had done it, had it not been for Yugi's yami, whom Bakura seemed to hate more than anyone else, but also feared, in a way. Apparently, Yami possessed the power to re-seal Bakura into the Ring. Bakura himself had told Ryou this. He had also told his hikari how to un-seal him again, if ever he should need to. Ryou had promised to do so if the occasion ever arose.

Ryou, though, still worried about his friends. So he had told Bakura, earlier that day when they were walking home and Bakura was about to stone Anzu to death, unbeknoweth to them all, that if he promised to never hurt any of his friends, he could do with him whatever he wanted, and Ryou would obey. Bakura had, obviously, jumped at the opportunity to basically turn Ryou into a nice, little, comphy love slave.

Not that Ryou regretted anything, but, he really was worried about this being the last night he'd ever be a virgin. "Ba- Bakura!" Ryou moaned as the tomb robber's hand went directly to an area that immediately caused the later white haired boy to blush and gasp at.

Bakura grinned, then rolled over, off of his hikari, and plopped himself onto his elbows, still grinning at his very confused aibou. He instructed, "Stand up."

Ryou blinked a few times, but nodded and did as he was told. Bakura lay on his back, looking the younger boy up and down with a very obvious lust induced grin. Ryou swallowed and blushed again.

Bakura is checking me out?!

"OK," the older spirit replied. "Now, strip." Ryou stood there. His mouth opened a little, as though he were about to speak, but words simply didn't escape. Bakura laughed. Ryou blushed again, but nodded. He began unbuttoning his dark blue school jacket. "Don't rush," Bakura warned. "Slowly." Ryou again nodded.

Oh, God! I can't believe I'm doing this!

Despite the awful awkwardness that Ryou felt, he couldn't help but enjoy, even slightly, the attention he was getting. Bakura's full attention was placed upon him right now, and him alone.

Ryou let the loose fitting, dark blue garment slide off his shoulders and fall onto the floor. He bit his bottom lip just slightly as he then unbuttoned the light, slightly see through, white dress shirt, exposing ever increasing amounts of delectable, pale skin. Ryou noticed Bakura lick his lips.

Soon those lips will be licking a lot more than just his lips…

Ryou turned a darker shade of crimson as he thought about what he had just spoken in his head. He grinned slightly.

I didn't know I was such a pervert! Then again, here I am, stripping in front of my yami.

Ryou chuckled as he let the white shirt fall to the floor as well.

Bakura noticed the hidden laugh. "What`s so funny?" he asked coyly.

Ryou shook his head. "Nothing!" He laughed. Suddenly, he was in a very good mood. He began unbuttoning his pants, slowly, of course.

"Leave your boxers on," Bakura called out as Ryou began to slide them down his waist. Ryou looked at Bakura oddly, but was thankful that he didn't have to remove his last piece of modest decency in front of his soon to be lover. He chuckled at the word `lover`.

I seriously never imagined it happening like this, and certainly not with Bakura! Heh. Life sure is filled with weird plot twists.

Ryou stepped out of the crumbled pants as they hit the floor. He now stood, for all effects, unclothed in front of his yami, who had brought himself to sit at the edge of the white haired boy's bed. Bakura motioned for his hikari to comes over after he had gorged himself on the impressive view. Ryou walked over to the still fully dressed yami. "You really have no idea hot you are, do you?" Ryou grinned and blushed again. Bakura could be so sweet when he wanted to.

The ancient spirit placed a hand on either side of Ryou's waist and dipped his head in to taste Ryou's soft flesh. The white haired boy gasped at Bakura's cold hands and his hot, wet tongue on his smooth stomach. Goosebumps spread like wildfire all over his body as Bakura continued to lick his way up, arriving at last to the darkened skin of Ryou's hardened nipples. Ryou mewed and yelped as Bakura teased him and stroked his back with his sharp nails all at once. He was sure that any second now, he would fall to the floor as his knees turned to jelly. Luckily, as if sensing his hikari's rapid loss of basic motor function skills, Bakura pulled the boy onto his lap.

Ryou straddled Bakura, his legs parted, on either side of the ancient tomb robber. The spirit still aggressively licking and biting his hikari and raking his nails down the others smooth, white, untouched skin.

Ryou cried out as Bakura bite down extra hard on his neck and lapped away as a small amount of blood seeped through the deep bite mark. //Did that hurt?//

Ryou wrapped his arms around the other's neck and nodded. /I liked it,/ he breathed out unevenly.

Bakura smirked. //Did you now?/ The tomb robber ran his long, graceful fingers through Ryou's long, silvery hair and pulled it back, bringing his lips into direct contact with those of Ryou's.

And to think…

Ryou thought.

…It was only two days ago that I first asked Bakura if I could kiss him.

Ryou returned the kiss just as passionately and ground into the other boy, slightly surprising him. Bakura laughed and fluttered Ryou's face with butterfly kisses as he returned his hands to Ryou's hips, motioning to the boy to grind into him again. Ryou complied and moaned when he felt Bakura thrust back into him.

//How far do you want to go?//

The question surprised Ryou. /Wha..? What do you mean?/

Bakura began licking down Ryou's neck again, dipping his tongue harshly into the dip between Ryou's clavicle bones. //I mean, how far… Do you want to go?// He spoke out the last words carefully, pronouncing each syllable.

Ryou was frankly surprised that Bakura was even asking him. He had already resigned himself to letting Bakura have his way, regardless. /Um… I.. Don't know…/ he answered truthfully. /I thought… I mean…/

//I won't do anything you wouldn't want me to do,// Bakura stated openly. //That is, unless I really want to do it, heh, heh.//

Ryou swallowed. Bakura sometimes made him feel like he should probably be afraid, but then he smiled and kissed the tomb robber. /As far as you want to take me./

Bakura grinned. //I like that answer.// He seductively kissed his hikari, distracting him from other pressing needs. Ryou sharply gasped out loud as he felt a hand trail down his back and continue into his boxers, and down his ass. Bakura grinned as he let the fingers drift towards Ryou's opening ever so slowly, relishing the feel of Ryou moan into is shoulder, where the boy was currently lodged.

Ryou's breathing curved as he moaned and panted. His yam's fingers rubbing slightly into him, making him open and close his mouth, unsure of whether or not to scream or whimper.

Is this it..? Is Bakura really going to…? Oh, God!

The white haired boy voraciously nuzzled into Bakura's neck, suddenly finding himself licking and biting. Bakura smiled at the effect he was having on his hikari. His small bites and wonderful licking giving Bakura all the motivation he needed. He pushed Ryou up into a kneeling position and used his other hand to slide the already more than falling off boxers the rest of the way down.

Ryou blushed again as he finally realized there was nothing left between himself and Bakura's scrutinizing gaze. He looked down to find Bakura looking up at him, looking into his eyes. Ryou felt more than just butterflies in his stomach as he noticed he was already more than just slightly hard.

Bakura smiled at him and leaned in, closing his eyes and softly kissing the patch of milky white skin, right below Ryou's small belly button. "You really actually do have no idea how hot you are, do you?" Bakura spoke as he rested his head against Ryou, pulling the boy into a warm embrace. Ryou nearly broke down crying as he held Bakura's head in his arms and felt the other boys arms snake around him.

God… If you do exist… Please never let me wake up.

The two stayed like that, each relishing the feel of the other, for longer than Ryou could possibly say, but quite unexpectedly, Bakura removed himself from his hikari, tearing away a very annoyed and highly confused Ryou from his comfortable spot and pushed the protesting boy onto his back on the bed and grinned down at him. Then he got up and walked away.

Ryou laid on the bed. Naked, exposed and with no one else left in the room. He sat up.

What the hell just happened? Where the hell did Bakura go?!

/Bakura?!/ Ryou called out. /Bakura!?!/

"I'm right here," Bakura chuckled as he reentered the room. Ryou noticed he was carrying something. "Had to go get this." Bakura held up what was obviously Ryou's bottle of lotion. He kept in the bathroom for when after he took showers.

/Why did you leave to go get… Oh!/ the white haired boy answered his own question.

Duh.

He gulped as Bakura sat back down on the bed and grinned at him. Suddenly the full extent of what was about to happen to him hit hard, and he couldn't help but shudder. He laid back down and closed his eyes waiting for Bakura to…

Oh… I don't even fully know what the hell's gonna happen!

Sure, Ryou knew the basics. So did everyone. They all learned about it in sex education class at school. But the class had been brief, and embarrassing, and he basically hadn't paid any attention. Some of the boys had started joking around and talking about gay sex and all, but… That was basically the extent of his knowledge.

How the hell did I know I was ever going to need to know any of this stuff! And why the hell is Bakura not doing anything!?

He opened his eyes, annoyed and frustrated, sat up and glared at Bakura who hadn't moved a single centimeter. Ryou immediately forgot all his irritation at seeing Bakura smile at him. It wasn't a smirk, like he usually saw plastered on Bakura's lips, and it wasn't anything deviant or ill humored. It was just a simple smile, that lacked any malice or hidden intentions. It was perhaps the most honest smile Ryou had ever seen grace the ancient tomb robber's face. Ever. And if he could have, he would have melted into the bed sheets right then and there. /What are you looking at?/ Ryou couldn't help but smile back, blushing slightly.

Bakura closed his eyes and crawled over to where Ryou sat. //What do you think?// He grinned again. Ryou shrugged. Bakura snorted and pushed the boy down onto his back, placing himself on top. //I'll tell you then,// he spoke as he positioned himself between Ryou's legs. Ryou blushed even more, feeling an extreme awkwardness as Bakura parted his legs to either side of himself, and knelt between the his two thighs. //I'm looking… At the most beautiful creature I have ever seen,// Bakura spoke, bringing his hikari onto his lap rather suddenly. Ryou swung his arms out to grab hold of Bakura to keep from falling back onto the bed. He could feel his hard member pushing painfully into Bakura's waist as the ancient spirit held him close. //And I have been on this horrible Earth for a very, very, very… Long time.// One of the tomb robbers hands slithered its way through Ryou's soft, white hair and pulled the boy in closer. He brought his lips to the whimpering kid's ears, "This might hurt, so just relax. I'll make it feel as good as I can. I promise."

Ryou shivered, but nodded. He suddenly became very aware of the fact that Bakura was sill fully clothed. "Bakura?" He gasped as he felt a sudden coldness between his legs. "Ah! What is that!?"

Bakura chuckled. "Lotion. Calm down. You're to tense. I won't do this if you don't calm down."

Ryou gulped and nodded again. He tried to relax, but Bakura's current ministrations were keeping him from being able to do anything except calm down. He suddenly yelled out slightly as he felt one of Bakura's fingers slowly enter him.

Oh, GOD! Oh! That feels sooooo…. Ooohhh!!!!

Ryou closed his eyes and leaned into Bakura for support. He moaned into Bakura's mind link and earned himself a laugh from Bakura. //Like that?// The ancient spirit withdrew the digit and Ryou gasped at the sensation. He whimpered into Bakura's ear, begging for more. Bakura was more than happy to comply.

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