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

~*Owari*~

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own Yu-Gi-Oh. I am neither Japanese nor male - nor is my given name Kazuki Takahashi, thus I harbor no rights what-so-ever to the yaoi lover's fantasy series. In reality, at least.

 

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I approach Ryou swiftly. His wide brown eyes jerk up to meet my own. Quickly, he places a thick tome across his lap. My curiosity piqued and my suspicions, aroused, I also with, fast timing, reach over and grab the book.

"Ryou," I purr silkily, dangerously… Apparently, Ryou has a dirty little secret; well, a rather - uh - large secret. I must say; I'm impressed. Well, my hikari, I speak to Ryou using our mental connection, what arewe reading?

"Bakura!" he shrieks, articulating only a mere cry, as a straddle him bodily. "I - uh…" he tries once more, in a vain attempt to excuse his behavior. I smirk evilly. I should have come home earlier on other days.

I push my past regrets out of mind as I focus solely on Ryou's very firm erection; I begin to rock. Ever so slightly - slower and slower still - I rub our loins together. Devirgin-nizing1 the virgin… I continue at my agonizingly slow pace, listening to Ryou cry out weakly. He whines sad, expecting, and needy moans. I find myself enjoying this game very much. So much that I'm taken for surprise when Ryou's delicate legs wrap surreptitiously around my waist.

I look into Ryou's innocent chocolate brown eyes questioningly and he smirks a rather evil smirk. Suddenly, without notice, I feel Ryou propel his dainty pelvis into mine. His hardness quite evident on my lower region. His pelvic thrusts form a steady pace as he proceeds to kiss my stunned lips. Shivers cascade down my spine. Gods! My own prick hardens and a pleasant warmth spreads in my toes. Ryou's hips jut dangerously with mine and my arse stiffens - allowing no mercy for my arousal.

Oh no…

Silly hikari, I think rather causally whilst leaning forward into his embrace; our kiss deepening as if to prove my utter dominance. The agonizing thrusts halt immediately and I lower myself upon Ryou fully. Our lips crash painfully and Ryou gasps in surprise - shock? Without hesitation, I plunge my eager tongue into the cavern that is his mouth. No time-consuming battle for equality is fought; I am already victorious. Oh Ryou… I dart my curious tongue throughout his mouth without shame.

He tastes like…

Ryou tastes like…

I lean forward, my lips grasping at air; my body propelled forward in a trajectory-like motion.

Somehow, Ryou is sprawled awkwardly on the ground a few feet below where he started; I am, not surprisingly, on top of him - also in an odd predicament.

Ryou groans and points out the obviousness of our dilemma. "The chair…fell…" Well, this sucks, but we've come this far and I'm horny as fuck!!!

Instantly, I reclaim my position on top of Ryou, pressing our lips together - sucking the very air out of his lungs. Once more, our erections meet in the most erotic sense. My vision blurs. In a moment of clarity, I grab the villainous book that my kikari derived such pleasure from. Quickly, I thumb through the pages - liking very much what I read… I allow my hardness to rub against Ryou's - our jeans scratching together seductively.

“A slash, a lash, a slice, a dice and the sweet aromaof salt and copper enthrall my senses. Lashes don not mar your backside, they only enhanceyour ethereal beauty... You are enjoying the animalistic torture, I presume. You gasp loudly at the first strike - regardlessof your earlierassumptionsof "will-power"…

“You are in complete submission to me…

“…I remove your letter cladbottoms, unfortunately the fishnets must remain. I curl one decisive hand under you - the whip lay forgotten. And I rub, my hands inflaming the inflamed. I feel you groan and melt; our expedient destiny shall be soon rather quickly…

“Well, well, hikari, we have a dirty mind…” I comment sardonically, not completely unaffected by this passage. I stare down at Ryou, his cheeks stained a sexual pink. Evidently Ryou was as bothered as I.

“Don't you get paper cuts doing this?” I inquired, referring to Ryou's masturbation habit. His cheeks reddened for an entirely different reason.

“Bakura, are you trying to make me lose power?” he asked softly. No, of course not! Gah!

As if to answer his pleas, I gently flip Ryou over. His stomach grazed the back of the upended chair and my feet dug painfully in the cushion, but I paid it no attention. Expertly, I reached around Ryou's torso and stealthily unbuttoned his collared shirt and jeans. For a few silent moments, I took in Ryou's uncensored arse and exposed lower back. Yes, I decide, I definitely like his pants at his feet.2

I remove my own bottoms; my hardness bristles in the evening chill. My hands, focused, grab the small jar of lubricant from my bag (for situations like now), I carefully coat myself and Ryou when a startled noise cuts through my thoughts of eroticism.

“Lavender?” Ryou pants, disbelief echoed in his voice.

I glare half-heartedly, my cheeks aflame. “Yes.” I can almost see his cruel smirk. I scowl defensively.

“It was the only one available - okay!? The good shit is in the restricted area…” It sucks not having proper photo ID; it really does.

Ryou laughs quietly, but in short ragged chuckles. To surprise my unsuspecting hikari, I grab his plump arse very suddenly and enter him. Ryou gasps, and then motions for me to continue. And continue I will… My right hand ventures forward to grasp Ryou's firm erection. I allow my fingers to brush him, to caress him. His back arches and I continue with my ministrations - regardless. One solitary finger traces his head, slowly painfully, massaging his tip. His hips buck; I almost give in.

My libido burrowed deep within Ryou remains unmoving and untouched. Extremely flustered, yet I do not thrust. Perhaps torture is suitable for little Ryou - especially for his naughty secret whacking sessions… When he could have had me?! I let these implications trickle into Ryou's thoughts; he moans so prettily.

“Bakura!” he screeches, his hands clench the carpeted floor as his arse slams into me and I cave. My body overpowering my mind, I pound into Ryou deeply, harshly and my hands begin to do the same to Ryou's prick. In steady beat to my actions, I similarly jerk him off. His breath hot, matching my own shallow breaths.

The only thought present is:

I would like to thank Ra and Aman for granting your divine powers upon creating Ryou's amazing corporeal form…Also, I thank Osiris and Sekhemet for bestowing -!

Ryou grunts harshly, making an animalistic sound and my mind swirls into nothingness. I resume, my hands clenching and unclenching Ryou's rigid groin. I pump into him harder and harder still…

Yes, thank you, Osiris and Sekhemet for giving me the blessed joy of destroying this virgin body.

Ryou's nails dig into the carpet; his breathing uneven, no more than stiff groans of ecstasy. He cries out, in a vain attempt to articulate my name - coherent speech, however, long departed by this time.

“I'm gonna - !” he tries once again and I remove my hands in cognizance, freeing his swollen member. My thrusting halts immediately and I am aware of his - mild - situation. Instead, I let my hands wander to a location of their choosing - acting in their own volition. My fingers trickled smoothly over his excited pulsating thighs, taunting him in a most horrid manner - if only to lengthen our pervert play. He shivers, back arching worse than before and nether anatomy shaking in need - anticipation. I'm almost fearful he might collapse, but more alarmed that I might follow suit.

My own being trembles in sheer delight, my rock-solid erection in desperate need of sweet begging release. I think my eyes rolled back into my skull at this point for I could see nothing but bright glittering stars. A sighting of heaven.

Without further approval, my hands begin again their former task and wrap themselves elegantly around his engorged prick. Following the silent cue, my body acts of its own accord, driving deeper into Ryou - and harder. Our climax fast approaching, Ryou and I bump, propel, and thrust, crashing headlong into elated rapture. I can't breathe, save for a few unstable whimpers and neither can he. I utilize the very force of the Gods, pumping into Ryou one last time with a great heave, all the while wanking Ryou off and then we crescendo into zephyr. He cums, dripping milky white seed on my curled fingers and I send forth my own liquid into Ryou's tight arse…

Exhaustion settles very soon after, and I fall forward, collapsing upon Ryou's still figure. I inhale a disoriented breath. I hope I didn't kill him.

Doe brown eyes looked up at me questioningly, beads of sweat roll down Ryou's pink forehead. I kiss my hikari very tenderly and think happily, blessed are you Anubis, thank you most for provoking the image of `doggie-style'!

Ryou frowns - yet remains smiling in euphoria - and mentally scolds me. You completely ruined the moment, Yami!

Well, what was I supposed to think about!?

Perhaps, I love you, chides, Ryou jokingly.

“I love you, silly hikari.”

“I love you Baku-chan.”

 

1Well, it sounded good in my head, but I'm too tired and my hands are to numb from the cold, so I'm being lazy - I'm not changing it. ^__^

2I most definitely stole that ling from a Nickleback song. If someone could tell me the title, I would be very appreciative!