Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Loop Hole of Love ❯ Saved ( Chapter 33 )

Saved

It felt like an eternity as Bakura's lips descended on mine, and once they where pressed tightly together, only then did I feel like I had been saved. He held me when my knees failed me, and an urgent plea was in those lips that where closed and yet spoke volumes. He let me breathe a minute and I pulled back to look at his face...it was there. The same thing that I had no doubt was on my face. It is something that hardly can be described justly in words, but it was the feeling you felt when you where rescued. It was as simple as that. I was being rescued, we where being rescued.

I was passively aggresively destroying my life, myself. I had nothing for myself, nothing save my Millenium dice, which resided on my neck, tucked away at all times. I had lost Egypt, Pharaoh, Seto, Dark Elf...and I knew Duke was the next to go...it was only a matter of time. I watched each day as I slide away from the outside world, shutting myself down, it was a natural process. And Bakura had been slipping into that particular Abyss for quite some time now, I could see it in his eyes.

For ones like us you do not see, a reflection, glossy and mirrored. In people like us, the select few of us, our eyes could not be mirrors of the outside world, reflecting the image of the one who looked into them. Our eyes held things people never wanted to see, and people would not see, and then we fade, unless...we can be saved.

Bakura's lips scorched my mouth, and his sinewy form, grabbed my legs, which instinctively wrapped around his waist, and with both hands on my back, he wheeled us into his bedroom, shutting the door, and landing us on the bed, breathlessly. He caressed my neck with his silkly skilled mouth and he bit hard and urgently. I squeaked it surprise at how good it felt, and found that my hands had found their way under that damnable shirt of his. I was not an idle bed partner. Not, ineed.

I lifted the shirt above his head, which left only a smooth expanse of his broud, toned and lightly muscled alabaster skin. He was nearly hairless and I let my fingers roam over it, and I massaged is pecks with my hands. He groaned and without further waiting, he had unbuttoned my shirt, and now all that was under it was a laced light lavender bra that I had bought at Victoria's Secret, I thought it was a waste of money until the look on Bakura's face made it all worth it.

He groaned again, I think from sheer lusting crazies, as he looked at my chest with an animalistic feature that both scared me and made me want to shock him further. I pushed away from him, and stood a few feet away from the bed, and began to disrobe. He was lying on the bed, his white curls freed, panting as my pants fell away. I was left with only the thing called a thong, and the matching bra, my har contrasting to it nicely. Tea had said I need not shave, because the only hair I had on my body besides my head, was very small, and so light, you could not see it, she said I was lucky.

I did beleive I was lucky, as I approched Bakura, and put my head two inches from his, and yet I did not kiss him, and I think he was a bit to surprised to kiss me. I put one hand on the headboard by his face and the other came down to take off his belt and pants in one fluid motion.

"One hand, impressive" he said and I could hear the strain in his well practised voice.

"Hmm" I said thought fully, as I looked down and was shocked at what I saw.

Tea and I when venturing to the mall have come to play an odd game called "Boxers or Briefs", in which you try and guess the type of undergarments the certain male had on, by his posturing and body and seemingly his personality. Now we actually had played this game, late nights when watching video's about deranged killers, using our male companions. We had said many a prediction and we had assuredly guessed the others, while Bakura was a bit of a mystery, we simply could not guess his typing.

I looked down and gasped. Tea had never told me this was a catagorey! There in his lap was a perfect and large version of male masculinity. He was cheating! This wasn't in the rule book, to go bare! It looks like neither Tea nor I were right. I began to drool I am sure, but the mere sight of him only half-mast was very..

"Impressive" I said, donning his earlier words for me.

He chuckled in a way that only a man does when speaking of such intamacies. I feigned a cough, and yipped in a girly fashion when he pulled me against him, and I felt it blaze at my stomach. I was lying on him, and we where both on the bed now. I moved to straddle him, my posture very up right and proper, I also had tucked little Bakura away. He left me no time as he pushed my head to his lips and he claimed me once more in the old traditions of lip-locking. All the while I was running my hand through his hair, and then down his chest, until I was holding him in my hand.

What a terrible irony. For men to be so masculine as a sterotypical rule, and conceal so much, and guard himself, yet a complete weakling, so trusting that their partner would not injure the very basis of their pride, thier, uh, um, shaft.

I stroked him softly, as the prize it was and for the potential it held. I was rewarded he moaned my name aloud and arched against my hand. I complied until he rocked of his own accord and then he made me stop.

"No! I will allow myself no pleasure until I sate you." he said abruptly, and I could tell it was hard for him, no pun intended.

He rolled me over so fast my head was spinnin as he kissed and nipped down my neck to my collarbone and then to the valley between my breasts. I softly moaned.

"Off" he growled and before I could do anything, he had undone the clasp in the middle with his teeth to reveal myself wholly.

"Marvelous" he breathed raggedly.

He first sent shivers down my spine with strolling kisses, ignoring my breasts that where all but quivering. He then bit gently down on the rosy roundness and I bucked against him hard. I honsetly did not mean to, but it was a reflex, as if the man with the red cross on his hat, and a labeled "healer", had knocked my knees with a small mallet.

He chuckled once again and I blushed that I had had such reflexes. He had been looking at me the whole time he was doing this and he came up to say something.

"Even though the blush becomes you, do not worry, I like that you react to me, lover" he said, his baritone deep, sensual with a kick of Britishness to it.

I gasped and his words where almost as sensual as the pleasure he was giving me. The term lover was so...erotic I suppose that I blushed harder, which only made him rumble with laughter more so. He started to give his attentions on the other and becasue he was so tall, I could rub my foot against his shaft, in payment of his laughter at me.

He stopped abruptly, and looking into my eyes he did that low moan/growl. He quickly shed the bra off completely and slid the undergarment covering my nether regions, with a practised grace and style. He was over me, and kissing me so as I couldn't see what he was doing. But I could feel it. A single finger of his crept slyly into me and this time, I really bucked, so much so the bed rocked with the violence of it.

"I remember that you have the mystical energies feeding off of your Magick, which is reverberating so that we both have hightened sensations, this could be an experience" he said and I felt that purr from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes.

I remembered that when Malik had almost taken me I had caused his orgasm, by my pleasure, prematurely. Bakura had some iron will....not to mention "buns of steel" as Tea put it.

I was raising with my body to meet his timely hand movements, until I felt like I was going to explode, Bakura must have been getting the same feeling because he stopped, and panted.

In that moment we both wanted release, he seperated my thighs with his easily, and right before he thrust, he looked me straight in the eye. I returned it and saw what I had before. He knew it has time and I was ready. He thrust, and because he was so...well, um, you know...it took about a good 14 seconds before he could ease himslef into me without my pain.

Once he was in, I breathed a sigh, so deep it felt like my bones where sighing with me. I felt full and complete, like I had never felt so. He sighed as well, and we had been keeping the eye contact throughout the 14 seconds it took to adjust. Then he slowly lowered himself out and back again. A turtle could move faster!

I dug nails into his backside in an attempt to draw him back down on me swiftly. He laughed wickedly and when I thrust my hips at him harshly his laugh fell short. I ground myself into him and his creamy chocolate eyes widened. He then began to move in earnest, a rythmic motion, as old as time, with an escalating tempo. He grabbed at my hips widly and I his, to come together faster. We where both sending cries of passion as we came together and earth-shattering force that had our bodies locked for long second before we could move at all.

He rolled off of me, and drew me into the embrace of his arms and chest. I was huddled against his chest like a small child, and my backside fit a perfect mold to his hips. He sighed into my hair after about ten minutes. He pushed his face to the base of my neck and then I felt him loosen and fall asleep, one leg trown across me, an arm under me and another in front, to criss-cross in front of my chest. Somehow the sheets had gotten pulled over us. I watched as my white and purple hair mingled with his white locks, both curled almost in the same contentment we both felt. I fell asleep thinking...I have been saved...I have saved

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So I did not know if all you Avari fans would welcome a sex scene, but I am not exactly a smut writer only I think this pertains to the story quite a bit. I don't know how you guys will react, but I tried to make it tasteful...Please review with comments, suggestions, requests, etc etc etc/

-Kitsune of the White Flame

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh etc.