Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lessons ❯ Lessons ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I was lying in bed half asleep one Sunday morning, my corrupted mind off with the fairies, when suddenly I began thinking up this entire concept. At first I was considering making this a multi chapter fic, but I figured it would only be long, shallow, and pointless. I have an addiction for dark deep stories (I've had enough of fluff) so by making it a one-shot is will most probably turn out short, deep, and pointless.

Summary: After discovering Marik's dissatisfaction in bed Ryou goes to a certain white haired tomb robber for advice. Ryou/Marik, Bakura/Ryou

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Ryou didn't get the reaction he had expected when he told his father he liked boys. His dread wasn't confirmed, he was given no lecture, only simple words of 'As long as it made him happy.' The elderly man had no reaction either when his son told him he was dating one. Only accepting as if it were a faze, thinking Ryou was sure to find a nice girl eventually and he would hear no more of it.
The conversation was done by phone, they hadn't seen each other face to face in over a year.

He had omitted telling his father how intimate he had become with the said boy. That, he didn't think the man would approve of.



He was not completely certain when his attraction to Marik began... but it had. He found the Egyptian beautiful, Marik would play with Ryou's hair and tell him he was pretty and sweet. It made Ryou happy, and he found confidence and joy that he assumed long lost.

It wasn't much at first, kissing on the lips, then the neck. A stray hand sliding up the other's thigh, then feeling across the chest and more kissing there. One thing lead to another and he found himself on top of the boy..... rolling and playing under the sheets of the Egyptian's bed, discovering pleasure that neither one of them had ever experienced.

It was captivating to start with, Marik longed to be dominated, something that made Ryou curious but he obliged. The memories of that time together were joyful. Playing in the autumn leaves, falling down into the foliage to roll amongst the yellows and reds. Giggling, kissing, and teasing.

The seasons changed and so did everything else along with it. Ryou began to feel that he was incapable of what Marik truly desired. The Egyptian only lay there, sighing, after their couplings. Ryou loved the boy with all his heart, and it was his love that made him fear that the boy was dissatisfied.

It was his fear of Marik leaving that caused him to go to a certain white haired tomb robber for advice.

He could still remember the day as if it were yesterday. The rain pelted down on the window outside, the sky grey and foreboding. His apartment lay dark since the spirit of his pendant preferred it that way, only two dark crimson eyes piercing the eternal blackness.

Ryou remembered entering the room. The spirit sat on the boy's lounge with his legs crossed, staring lifelessly off into space, yet fully aware of his presence before the other could even open his mouth.

"I know what you're here for," his words were cold and emotionless like the darkness around him, sending a chill down Ryou's spine.

"Do you?" He questioned.

Bakura turned to face him. "You fear that your lover is disappointed with your actions in bed, you fear that you don't posses the dominance needed to satisfy him."

His bluntness caused Ryou to flinch. Of course, the spirit could easily invade his mind at any time he pleased. "I-"

"Desire advice," the spirit finished for him.

The lighter of the two could see that conversation was useless so he simply nodded.

He sighed, uncrossed his legs and slouched back in the cushions before continuing. "Well, you could say there are two ways to go about this, I could simply give you advice, tell you what to do in the hope you could somehow improve. But I myself find words meaningless and useless, they hold no........ sentient or emotion, there is no passion or sensuality in dull explanations."

Ryou ran his mind over the spirit's words, seeing some truth in them. "Then what do you propose?"

The sprit slowly got off the lounge and stretched languorously, something he made look too feline for Ryou's liking. It was the spirit's grace in all movement that could make Ryou, or any other male think like he shouldn't. Not to mention the other was very experienced, the reason the other Bakura came to him in the first place.

With the same grace Bakura approached him, for a reason unknown Ryou found himself backing up two steps into the wall. The spirit smirked at this before going on. "I myself prefer to teach using physical means, I find it a much more effective way of learning. Experience is more useful than words."

Before Ryou could comprehend Bakura's statement the sprit had reached out and rested his palms on the wall either side of Ryou's head. Effectively trapping the boy, their faces only inches apart.

Ryou felt completely stunned. "I'm not going to sleep with you," it came out as a sharp whisper.

"Is that so," The spirit reached out and brushed his host's hair behind his ear affectionately. "You love Marik don't you?"

Ryou looked Bakura in the face in an attempt to show he would not hand his body over, only to instantly regret it.. The spirit's eyes were so deep and consuming that Ryou found himself lost for words. It was as if he had only just discovered the beauty of Bakura for the first time. Full red lips, perfectly constructed face, everything about him was so dark and sensual.

Ryou turned his head to look away, pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind. "Yes."

Bakura smirked as though he had heard what Ryou had been thinking. "Would you do anything for him?"

"Yeess," Bakura gently running his hand along Ryou's jawbone caused a erotic shudder from the other. It suddenly occurred to him how cold the room seemed to have become, Bakura's body radiated a warmth that caused Ryou to edge slightly closer to the fiend.

"You fear he'll leave, don't you Yadonushi?"

There was a pause. The lighter of the two looked down at the carpet, refusing to answer.

Bakura inched closer to whisper in the boy's ear. "Marik would never know if it were only once, there is so much for you to learn my pretty little host."

Ryou blinked. "I-" his words stoped as the other began kissing down his neck, licking is softly like a cat, and sucking in a way that aroused the boy like Marik never could. He didn't object either when a hand slid itself under his shirt and around his waist, or when Bakura began pressing himself against Ryou in an intimacy he would find uncomfortable in any other situation.

With a simple sigh Ryou let himself give in, wrapped his leg round Bakura's and allowed the boy to pick him up and carry him to the bedroom. There was no objection either when the fiend shredded his clothes and began displaying his bedroom talent.

It wasn't like the coupling he had experienced with Marik. With Bakura there was no love, only dominance and pleasure, making Ryou question whether the fiend was maybe a little too good. Bakura possessed something that Marik lacked, whether it was elegance or skill Ryou didn't know.

He quickly pushed all thoughts aside, after all it was only for one night.



His lesson with Bakura paid off the next time he went to bed with Marik. His lover now fell to sleep with contentment instead of his usual disappointed sighs. Ryou had feared Marik would question his sudden gain in skill, yet the boy asked nothing.

The next two days were fine, but on the third Ryou began to have thoughts. He couldn't shake away the feeling of what it was like to couple with Bakura. He found himself craving the intimacy and touch the thief king had to offer.

He held out for a week before he returned to the subject of his thoughts, the spirit never moving as Ryou took a place on the lounge next to him.

"Let me guess," he mocked. "You've come for another lesson?"

Ryou nodded, staring away from the thief to hide his infamy.

Bakura used no more words after that. He grasped Ryou's delicate jaw and turned the boy to face him, staring into his shame filled eyes before pressing his lips carnally against the other. A tongue slid in to plunder his mouth, causing the teen to let out a moan.

Bakura shifted so that Ryou was bellow him, the spirit's preternatural heat caused the boy to tingle down below in a way he liked. As if sensing his thoughts once more Bakura pressed his knee into Ryou's inner thigh, moving it in a circular motion.

And so Ryou's once only became a second, and it was on the same couch that he made love to Marik the next day. The Egyptian was satisfied in all that Ryou had learnt, still never questioning. It made Ryou wonder if the other was over trusting or simply too naïve.

As Marik lay by his side, their hands locked together and not a shred of clothing between them, he promised that it would only be the two of them. No more Bakura and no more omitting the truth. He would have nothing more to do with the fiend, no more.



He was back with Bakura before the week was over, this time it was the back of the school during lunch. Bakura managed to find a shed where the caretaker kept his garden tools, pinning Ryou to the wall in there and ravishing him like there was no tomorrow. The spirit called it a lesson in risk, a thrill that heightened the entire pleasure process, and Ryou could not deny he had enjoyed it.

He told Marik that he had been in the library looking up book.



The next few lesson were nothing special, but the one that stood out above all was Bakura's lesson in pain. Ryou soon discovered his love for Bakura's nails and teeth, and the way burning pain could be transformed into heated passion. Bondage and knives were the thief king's favourites, and Ryou himself found the pleasures that the tools of torment could bring.

He regretted it afterwards. The marks on his neck and body were difficult to hide and it made Marik curious, yet still no questions.
It shocked him how easily the lies and excuses just rolled off his tongue, a dog bit him, he had a throat infection and just wasn't up to it, he was too tired, it wasn't Marik it was him. He also had a feeling that the spirit of his pendant was helping him along with his deceit, yet he could never be sure.

Even once he was healed the Egyptian noticed the scars. All Ryou had to say was he fell down the stairs and Marik believed him without question. It shamed him how he could lie so easily to someone who loved him so deeply.



Whether Bakura had any limit to how far he would go was a question that constantly plagued him. He recalled one Sunday morning at Marik's house when his lover had to leave early to run an errand for his sister. He himself was still in bed, and had failed to coax Marik into staying with him.
Before leaving Marik kissed Ryou on the forehead, and assured him he would be back within the hour.

With a sigh the white haired boy flopped back into the sheets, and spent a large amount of time gazing at the dull ceiling. In the absence of Marik he was beginning to feel anxious, and wished the damn boy would hurry up. With the same feeling of irritation the boy rolled over onto his side, only to be faced with an appearance very much like his own, not to mention that just like him the spirit was without clothing.

It shocked him instantly, he never thought the sprit would go so far as to fuck him in Marik's own bed. Cheating on the one he loved was bad enough, but to him this seemed far too fraudulent.

Bakura reached out and began to stroke his cheek gently, almost affectionately. But with Bakura it was never love, only passion and fucking. The thief king inched himself closer and began to lick at his neck, his rough cat like tongue caused Ryou to shiver as he tilted his head to the side.

He moved away from Bakura slightly, realising that Marik wouldn't be gone for long and his sister was still down stairs. The floor was thin, and the girl always complained about the noise he made with Marik, no matter how quiet they attempted to be.

"Isis," he whispered sharply.

The spirit shrugged as though it meant nothing and continued his attack on his host's neck. "Well just have to be quiet won't we?"

Ryou felt his breath become trapped in his throat. He knew he could say 'no' and send the spirit away if he chose too, yet he couldn't. It was almost as though he needed this, almost as though he was unable to resist. The feeling of Bakura's body against his own convinced him that there was no need for anymore words and the boy simply gave in.

The spirit rolled on top of him, pressing himself against the body of the other boy. His knee rested comfortably between Ryou's legs, only just brushing against Ryou's genitalia which annoyed the boy to no ends. He knew the spirit loved to tease, and he absolutely loathed it.

The fiend's teeth scratched against his neck, yet not hard enough to leave a mark. The spirit wasn't stupid, he knew not to bite in and leave evidence despite how much Ryou longed him to do so.

For the first time he damned Marik.

The spirit's heated kissed moved down his neck, and he began to start on the other's collar bone. He allowed his thigh to brush up against Ryou's lower body, causing the boy to shudder softly. The blood was beginning to rush to his member, making it turn hard.

The living boy let his head fall back, his eyes half closed in a dream like state as the spirit began sucking on his erect nipples. The spirit's long white hair brushed against his skin, causing his spine to tingle. The other continued his rubbing and nudging of Ryou's lower body, taking pleasure in the delicious moans that were coming out of his host.

It suddenly occurred to Ryou that Marik could return at any moment. What would his boyfriend think if he were to find his beloved under another man, being pleasured in a way the Egyptian was incapable of. He knew for a fact it would shatter the poor boy's heart and Marik would never forgive him.

But then again, when he was with Bakura, Marik simply didn't matter at all.

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They lay there together for a few moments afterwards, the spirit resting his tired head again Ryou's shoulder blade and tracing patterns on the boy's skin affectionately. The teen below him glanced at Marik's digital clock, noticing that forty minutes had elapsed since his boyfriends departure.

The weight from his back disappeared. As silently as he came the spirit returned from wherever he had originated from, most probably back to his ring that resided in Ryou's apartment.

He slowly realised that Marik would find it odd if he were to walk in and find Ryou covered with cum. It would be easy to lie about, a simple 'I was thinking about you.' But he was never one to masturbate, he found it shameful and unnecessary when you could have the real thing.

So after much effort Ryou managed to drag himself out of bed and towards the bathroom. That warm shower managed to cleanse his body, but it could not wash away the shame that was embedded into his soul.

And that was where Marik found him ten minutes later.



The real guilt got to him soon afterwards, causing him to feel disgusted and dirty. There was a period where he swore never to let himself fall prone to the thief, never to surrender his body over again.
What resulted was intense frustration that he took out on those around him, even Marik. He found his mind constantly wandering off into dirty thoughts that would disgust and shame his father, gnawing on pencils, and pealing labels off milk cartons.

The coupling with Marik that he had once loved now seemed pointless and unsensual, and Ryou found himself completely dissatisfied. Every moment of heated friction he felt between himself and Marik only made him crave Bakura's dominance and dexterity more. His yearning cause him to thrust too hard into his lover, and the boy cried out in pain.

Ryou was never one for will power, he could take it no longer and gave in. He felt desire, not remorse, as he crawled his way back into Bakura's bed and surrendered his body over to the darkness. All thoughts of Marik were wiped from his mind as he found himself in pure bliss, constantly moaning to Bakura's satisfaction as the spirit pounded into him over and over again.



Ryou was beginning to fear the possessive attitude the spirit was beginning to develop. He knew Bakura was once a thief, and as a thief he tended to dislike sharing anything that he had stolen or belonged to him.

Ryou was beginning to feel like a possession

The once thief king no longer buried himself in the darkness of the ring, instead he was constantly appearing around him in spirit form. He didn't know why the spirit did so, maybe it was simply connivent because Ryou was the only one who was able to see him. But then again, maybe it was to torment him.

It wasn't easy to keep composed when the fiend chose to make an appearance during the middle of his English lesson, or anytime during class. The spirit would conceal himself under his desk, and rest his head against Ryou's thigh as though he had nothing else to do. Most of the time he would lazily trace his finger's up and down his leg, occasionally higher that Ryou would have preferred. Sometimes he would purr, sometimes he would hiss at Marik.

He anxiously hoped that Yugi was unable to see the spirit draped over his shoulders or nuzzling his neck. Sometimes the boy would blink and narrow his eyes, as though he could see a disturbance in the air, but other than that Yugi would see nothing. And Ryou considered himself safe from the prying eyes of the pharaoh.



He soon realised that he was beginning to spend less and less time with the one he considered his true love. Yet the Egyptian's enthusiasm never faded. Marik would confront him after school, hug him and ask him over. Ryou would simply lower his head and bite his bottom lip, his lies of chores and homework were quite convincing, but he could sense suspicion finally rising in Marik. Not that he really cared.

Only half an hour later he would jump into Bakura's arms and let the spirit kiss him lecherously. He willingly allowed his body to be used for the fiend's own entertainment, and he couldn't help but love every moment of it.

But then of course, he couldn't fool Marik forever.

Ryou was shocked that it took the boy so long. Marik discovered the marks on his body and demanded to know if Ryou was sleeping with someone else. He denied it, even though it was pointless. It all lead to a row that lasted for hours, only ending when Ryou left and slammed the door behind him.

He crawled back into Bakura's bed like he had many times before, this time receiving a lesson on moving on, and Marik seemed like nothing.



It was that night as he lay naked against Bakura's warm chest that he came to a realisation. He had long lost his love for Marik, yet he had gained none for Bakura, only an attachment and need he failed to shake away. And then it came to him, the one true meaning that he had failed to notice all along….. ..

Bakura had only taught him one important lesson.. that lust could easily over power any form of love .

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