Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Never As They Seem ❯ Never As They Seem ( Chapter 1 )

For the third night in a row, Ryou sat alone in his living room, listening to the obnoxious ticking of the clock. He glanced at the pesky thing, noting that it was now nearing midnight. ''Kura... where are you?' He thought anxiously. For the past few nights, Bakura had left the house without a word to his hikari, blocking their telepathic mind link, leaving Ryou clueless as to where he was. 'He never even talks to me anymore..... It's like I don't exist to him.' This mere thought caused a silent, silver tear to trace its way down the young boy's pale cheek. However, before he could ponder this any longer, the rattling of keys interrupted his thoughts. 'Bakura!'

As Bakura entered the living room, he was met with the eager, chocolate-brown gaze of Ryou. He was immediately bombarded with a sea of questions regarding his outings. "Bakura, what took you so long?! What have you been doing? Where do you keep going?!" Bakura met Ryou's eyes with a harsh stare. When he spoke, hi voice was filled with anger and annoyance. "It is non of your Ra damn business." Ryou looked at Bakura incredulously. "None of my business?! Of course it is! You're my yami, I have a right to know where you've been!" he practically yelled. "DAMN IT RYOU! It's none of your fucking business!" Bakura screamed at the snaller boy, his eyes flashing dangerously. Ryou's eyes widened in fear, and he took a subconcious step back. Bakura growled deep in his throat and shoved viciously past Ryou, pushing him into the wall, then stormed down the hall to his room, slamming the door loudly. Ryou slid down the wall and curled into a ball at the bottom, whimpering softly. His almost inaudible whimpers soon gave way to sobs, until he was weeping openly. Bakura could hear Ryou's crying from where he lay in his room, and he rolled over on his bed, covering his ears with his pillow.

Ryou got up from his position at the base of the wall, realising that it was rather late, and that he should be getting to bed. He stumbled through the darkened hallway, still sniffling and sobbing quietly. 'He..... he hates me...' Ryou thought as he fumbled with the doorknob, bursting into his room and collapsing on his bed, just as a new wave of crystalline tears hit. He buried his face into his pillow, attempting to drown out the horrible thoughts that were manifesting themselves in his mind. Bakura lay awake, listening to the racking sobs of his hikari in the next room. 'The stupid boy will just cry himself to sleep.' He thought, waiting for Ryou's cries to die down. Bakura was, however, disappointed. Instead of dieing down, the cries only grew louder. Bakura then wondered if he had been too hard on the boy. 'No.' He thought defiantly. 'He's too weak. He needs to learn to deal with things.' This thought was completely forgotten once Bakura heard what Ryou next said. Through the mind link that Bakura had recently unblocked, a few of the young one's depressed thoughts passed. /I know he hates me... I wish... I wish I could just die!/ Bakura shot up from his bed, alarmed by his other's words. 'No.....' he thought, before hurrying out of his room.

Ryou still lay in his bed crying for all he was worth, wishing it would all end, when a warm, strong hand rested on his shoulder lifting him up into a sitting position. "Ryou..." a deep voice called softly, the hand on his shoulder pulling him closer to the owner of the voice. Ryou looked up to see two eyes, much like his own, staring back at him. "'Kura?" Ryou asked, sniffing slightly. "Hai, Ryou.... It's me." Bakura said, pulling the snowy-haired youth closer, hugging him to his chest. Ryou blinked in surprise at his yami's actions. Was he actually being....... gentle? He looked away, not wanting to meet Bakura's eyes. "Ryou..." Bakura said, pulling slightly away from him. Ryou kept his gaze cast downward. "Ryou, look at me." Bakura said. Again, Ryou kept his eyes lowered. Bakura cupped Ryou's chin and tilted his face upward. He looked into the chocolate orbs before him. "Ryou, I don't hate you. I could never hate you. In fact...." Bakura paused, not sure whether he should continue or not. "In fact..... I may even love you." Ryou's brown eyes widened, but before he could say anything in response, a pair of lips were pressed against his own. At first he was hesitant, but he eventually began to return the passionate kiss. He started slowly and carefully, but he became more and more eager with each passing second, hungering for the lips of his other. He felt Bakura's tongue slide across his lower lip, begging for entrance, which he gladly gave. Bakura's tongue slipped between Ryou's parted lips, exploring his hot cavern. The two regretfully broke apart when their lungs screamed for some much-needed air. "So...." Bakura said, gasping for breath. "No more tears, eh?" Ryou responded by placing his hand behind Bakura's head and pulling him down into another heated kiss.

Bakura pushed Ryou back onto the bed and pressed him into the mattress, deepening the kiss. Ryou moaned into the kiss as he felt Bakura's warm hand snake it's way up his shirt and brush over the smooth skin of his chest. Bakura chuckled lightly as he lifted Ryou's shirt above his head, exposing the soft, pale skin. Bakura smiled deviously as he lowered his head to one of Ryou's pink nipples, taking it between his teeth and biting down softly. Ryou gasped at the sensations of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. Bakura sucked and swirled his tongue around the hardened nipple, causing Ryou's breath to quicken. He finished with the first nipple and continued his ministrations on the second. Ryou writhed in ecstasy underneath Bakura, needing more and more of what Bakura was giving. Bakura lifted his lips from Ryou's chest, and brought them to Ryou's lips, kissing him fiercely. Ryou started to unbutton Bakura's shirt, pulling it off and discarding it next to his own. Ryou felt Bakura's well-toned chest, feeling the vibrations of his yami's rapidly beating heart. Bakura grinded into Ryou, his erection brushing against his hikari's. Ryou wrapped his legs around Bakura's and flipped the two of them over, himself on top, then proceeded to attack his other's collar bone. Bakura, surprosed by his hikari's sudden agressiveness, grinned. //Ah, so you're learning.// Ryou chuckled softly into Bakura's neck. /Seems you're rubbing off on me, yami./ With that said (or rather, thought) Ryou began a trail of butterfly kisses down Bakura's torso, stopping just above his waisteline. Ryou moved down and started to unbutton Bakura's jeans with his teeth. "Ryou! That's.... that's hot!" Bakura exclaimed. "Where the hell did you learn that?" Ryou smiled devilishly, much like his yami would. "Wouldn't you like to know." Ryou removed Bakura's pants and tossed them carelessly to the side, leaving Bakura in his skull-clad boxers. Ryou was about to remove these as well, when Bakura grabbed his wrists. "Now, now, little hikari. You've had enough fun. It's my turn to play." With that, Bakura flipped them over again, putting him back in control. He used one hand to pin Ryou's hands above his head, and the other to unfasten Ryou's pants. He pulled them off and threw them haphazardly over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. It didn't matter. All that mattered at the moment was Ryou.

Bakura leaned down and caught Ryou's lips in another fiery kiss. While his light was preoccupied with the kiss, Bakura took the opportunity to reach down Ryou's boxers and take his hardened arousal into his "Ungh! 'K-Kura...." Ryou moaned breathlessly, arching his back. Bakura laughed seeing the pleasure he was giving his other. "Bakura, please!" Ryou yelled. "Yes, hikari?" Bakura asked, massaging Ryou's member. "P-please..." Ryou said pleadingly. "Please what, dearest hikari? Please help? Please stop? Or..... please fuck me?" Bakura asked, grinding into Ryou again. "Y-yes! T-that one.... fuck me!" Ryou cried. "As you wish." Bakura said, removing his hand from Ryou's boxers, earning a whine of loss from the smaller boy. He then took off Ryou's boxers, leaving him copletely nude. Bakura looked down at his hikari's naked form, his mouth beginning to water. He wanted him. He needed him. //Ryou..... you're beautiful.// This comment caused Ryou's face to flush a deep red, a contrast to his usually plae complexion. Bakura leaned down and kissed his other lightly on the lips before removing his own boxers. Bakura reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lotion from the drawer. Ryou looked at it and blushed even deeper. "Ryou, if we're going to do this, you shouldn't be so embarrassed." Bakura said, squeezing some of the lotion into his hand. "G-gomen... It's just..... it's my first time..." Bakura chuckled. "Yes, I figured as much. You're far too innocent to have done this before." Bakura's fingers were now well coated with the lotion. He moved his hand down to Ryou's entrance and inserted one finger. Ryou gasped at the intrusion. "Relax, Ryou. It won't hurt if you just relax." Bakura said. Ryou stayed rigid for a few more seconds, then finally relaxed, allowing Bakura to add a second finger, and eventually a third. When he thought Ryou was well enough stretched, he removed his fingers. He grabbed the lotion bottle again and squeezed an excess amount into his palm before applying it to his erect, throbbing member. Ryou watched in fascination as his yami applied the lubricant and positioned himself above him, the tip of his arousal at Ryou's tight entrance. "Ryou, this will hurt a bit, but if you wndure the pain, you will experience great pleasure." Ryou nodded in understanding. Bakura pushed forward into Ryou's virgin paradise, the warmth and moist inviting him in. Ryou cried out in pain at the penetration, tears springing to his eyes. //Shhh.... remember what I said.// Bakura said through their mind link. /I know... It's just... it hurts!/ Ryou said, even the voice in his head sounding strained. //If you wish for me to stop, just say so.// /No! Like you said.... I must endure the pain./ Bakura smirked. 'Heh. Like I was really going to stop anyway.' Bakura continued pushing forward, burying himself to the hilt inside Ryou. "Ryou.... you're so tight!" Bakura moaned before pulling out and thrusting back in. Again, Ryou cried out, but this time it was not a cry of pain, but a cry of pleasure. Yes, Ryou was still feeling pain, but this pain he welcomed. It was a sort of... pleasureable pain. Ryou's eyes glazed over with lust as Bakura continued his slow, steady thrusts. "Gods Ryou...." Bakura whispered breathlessly, trying to control himself. It took all of the self control he could muster to keep himself from pounding into the body of the boy beneath him. "Please Bakura.... more..." Ryou sighed between pants. "Harder.... deeper.... faster!" This was the request Bakura had been waiting for. He pulled out again, shifted into a better position, and thrust in, hard. Ryou screamed as his and Bakura's pelvises collided with a dull thud. Bakura repeated this process, building speed and hitting harder with each wild thrustm going farther and farther into Ryou. "B-Bakura!!" Ryou cried out, reaching his climzx and spilling his seed, covering both his and Bakura's sweaty bodies with the white, sticky fluid. "Oh Ra... ungh.... R-RYOU!" Bakura yelled his lovers name before shooting his own seed deep into Ryou, claiming him as his and his only.

Bakura collapsed onto Ryou's exhausted form, resting his sweat-covered forehead on his light's shoulder, breathing heavily. "I love you." he said before rolling to the side, pulling the covers over him and his hikari. "Mmmm... I love you too, 'Kura." Ryou said, curling up against his yami and resting his head on his chest. "Go to sleep, little hikari. You obviously need rest." Bakura said quietly, pettig Ryou's soft hair. Ryou yawned and closed his eyes, surrending to sleep almost immediately. Bakura smiled and kissed the top of Ryou's snowy-whit head. Before slipping off into sleep, Bakura whispered to his young lover's sleeping form. "Remember, Ryou. Things are never as they seem."

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