Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Project: Kaiba ❯ Breakfast in Bed ( Chapter 1 )

This is a story based on the Mind Control research done by the U.S. government in the 40's-70's. This story is based on some first-hand accounts I received from people who were actually test subjects in these Mind Control Experiments under Project BlueBird, Project Artichoke, and MKULTRA.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, nor am I a part of the US Government. And yes, I did my homework for this story and researched these “Projects” extensively. I will not mention my sources for this story due to confidentiality purposes.

 

Story Warnings: MASTURBATION, NCS, SELF INJURY, LEMONS, YAOI!

 

Breakfast in Bed

 

Ryou flipped the pancakes with a grin. His other half had aquired a taste for Ryou's cooking, especially his pancakes. The yami had been particular as to who he allowed to cook for him.

Tristan couldn't cook. His French toast was black and burned, along with everything else he cooked. Yugi enjoyed cereal. That explained why he was such a skinny thing, along with Yami.

Joey's waffles were too underdone for his taste.

Malik's breakfast normally consisted of Marik's `hot meat injection'. Marik pounded his Light for all he was worth for breakfast…or any other time of day….at any place.

Ryou placed the pancakes on the plate. He placed butter and the bottle of maple syrup beside the plate. After pouring a cup of juice, he carried the tray upstairs.

“'Kura? You awake?” Ryou asked.

Ryou slowly opened Bakura's door with a smile. “Yami? You awake?”

Bakura turned over on his stomach, grumbling.

“I brought you something.”

“Another legion of brainwashed souls to do my bidding?”

“Better. Pancakes.”

Bakura's head whipped around. “Hell yeah!”

Ryou giggled. “And maple syrup.”

Bakura rolled over and sat up in the bed. “I don't deserve you.”

“Now what makes you say that?”

Bakura took the tray and grinned. “You know how I like everything. You come in here with food already made.” The yami licked his lips. He squirted the maple syrup all over the pancakes, drowning them in the process. He slapped a knife-full of butter and he cut the pancakes up. With a deep moan, he chewed his first bite. “This is so sexy,” Bakura sighed.

“I thought it would be nice to give you this. I'll be busy most of the day. I have a big day and won't be home until tonight.”

Bakura nodded. “Yeah. I've got some business to take care of with Marik.”

“Be careful, yami.”

Bakura grinned. “Don't worry, babe. I never get caught.”

Ryou grinned back. “I know. I just am concerned about you.”

Bakura turned his head and looked at his other half. “I'm a big boy. Trust me.”

Ryou smiled. “You always seem to find yourself running from the cops when you get together with Marik.”

“I'm a bad boy, no denying,” Bakura said, placing some egg on his fork. “I didn't become King of the Shadow Realm by being all nice and sugary-sweet, ya know.”

Ryou nodded. “Yes, I know.”

Bakura ate the rest of his eggs and pancakes and pat his stomach. “Ryou, you have outdone yourself. These eggs kicked serious ass!”

Ryou smiled proudly and reached for his brush. “I'm glad you liked it. I slaved all morning. I woke up at the crack of dawn, went to the barn, took the eggs from the chicken's ass myself.”

“Let me guess. You had to hike 20 miles to get back to the house in blistery winter snow?”

Ryou smiled and nodded. “Yup. That's it!” He giggled as he stood up. He walked to the mirror on the back of the bedroom door and proceeded to brush his long, white hair.

Bakura sipped his orange juice. “Bullshit. You rolled out of bed twenty minutes ago and grabbed them from the fridge.”

Ryou giggled. “Caught me red-handed.”

Bakura's eyes looked at Ryou from head to toe. Ryou's long, white hair draped across his shoulder and down his back. He wore a long green shirt without any shorts, pants, or underwear.

Bakura swallowed hard as he watched Ryou's seductive body.

He wanted his other half.

Watching him half-naked and brushing his hair excited him beyond measure.

He cared for Ryou….loved him.

He wanted to feel Ryou…body, mind, and soul.

He desired that thin, masculine, yet delicate form against him.

Bakura wanted to have Ryou moaning, begging, pleading for him.

“Enjoying your view, yami?” Ryou asked with a warm smile.

Bakura hook his head from his thoughts. “Me? I hardly noticed. I wasn't looking.”

“I have to do laundry. This is the only clean thing I have to wear.”

Bakura felt all the blood in his body quickly rushing to the erection hidden under his breakfast tray.

“Yami? You feeling okay? You're very pale.” Ryou put his hand on Bakura's forehead. Ryou's gentle touch did not help his current situation.

“I'm fine, Ryou. I just need to finish my breakfast and jump in the shower. Marik usually pounds Malik until noon, so I have time.”

“Good heavens! I hope Malik can walk after all that.”

Bakura snickered. “Knowing Ishtar, he's got Malik twisted up like a pretzel! Ishtars are sexual freaks. No doubt about that.”

Ryou laughed. `Malik told me about a few of his famous positions. I don't know how he manages to put his feet behind his head as Marik pounds him. It's disturbing, yet I'm curious to see how he does it.”

“Yeah. Marik tells me about that move all the time. Freaks of nature, those two.”

Ryou nodded. “I wonder how Malik manages to do that, too. That's all you have to do today is go out with Marik?”

“Yeah, pretty much. We might steal our lunches, too, depending on how hungry we are.”

“Yami….”

Bakura laughed. “I know. I know. I've been good lately. I haven't stolen a single thing all week. I know you don't like me doing that stuff.”

“I'm running out of excuses as to why police accuse me of being in places I would never set my food into,” Ryou turned and sat beside his yami, his hair combed and a smile on his face. “You know I care about you, yami. That crowd can be dangerous.”

Bakura grinned proudly. “I'm more dangerous than they could ever hope to be, hikari.”

“I know,” Ryou said, taking his yami's hand. “This modern world is not like Ancient Egypt.”

“Nothing scares me,” he smiled as he shifted on the bed, trying to hide his excitement.

“Did you like your breakfast?”
”It was awesome. Thank you!”

“Anytime, `Kura!”

“What do you have planned today?”

“Well, I have to pick up some groceries and go visit Seto.”

“How's Mr. Tight-Ass doing?”

“He's okay. I've gotta go see him. It's been a while.”

Bakura tried to keep his smile happy. Ryou was close to Seto. They were good friends. He and Ryou were good friends, too, but he felt it was different between himself and Ryou.

Ryou took the tray and stood up. “I may also see Yugi for any new cards that came in.”

Bakura leaned back against his pillows and tried to hide his painfully hard erection under his folded hands. “Sounds good.”

“I'll be back after I clean up downstairs.” Ryou left with the breakfast tray and Bakura watched him leave.

His eyes watched Ryou's hips move as he left, the slight curve of Ryou's buttocks moved as he walked.

Bakura leaned back on the bed, his eyes closed. `Gods, I wish I could feel him. His beautiful soft skin pressed against mine. The sweet smell of his hair….'

Bakura's hand slipped beneath the covers, his fingertips lightly touching his manhood. He gave a pleasant sigh as his arousal awakened with his own touch, becoming harder.

`I can just see him now…his white hair spread around the pillow, surrounding him like a white aura…his eyes closed..,as sweat beads down his body….'

Bakura tightened his grip around himself as he moaned.

`That angelic body submitting to me…his hard arousal begging to be touched…'

Bakura began to stroke himself slowly as he imagined touching his other half. He raised his hips into his grip, biting his lip to try and silence his moan.

`His body clenching around mine as I make love to him…I want him. I love him.'

The yami trembled in ecstasy as he stroked himself harder, his arousal dripping with pre-cum.

“Oh yes….Ryou,” he moaned as his stroking increased.

Skin slapped against skin as his hips rose off the bed. His face dripped with sweat.

“Ryou….don't stop.”

The yami arched his back and panted heavily.

“That it, Ry….please.”

Bakura's mind whirled with the thoughts of Ryou's essence…Ryou cumming hard for him.

“Gods, Ry….Cumming!”

Bakura tensed and arched forwards as his fingers became damp. A wet, sticky substance had covered his fingers, spritzing from the tip of his arousal.

The yami fell against the bed limp, his body shaking, his mind being flooded with thoughts.

His hand continued to slowly stroke out the rest of his essence. When he finished, he covered his eyes with his clean hand.

“Ryou……”

Ryou's slow steps were heard coming up the stairs. “Yami, can I come in?”

Bakura pulled up the comforter quickly. “Come in.”

Ryou opened the door. “I'm ready to go, `Kura. Are you okay? You look all flushed and red.”

Ryou walked to Bakura and put his hand on the yami's forehead. “You're wet and warm. Maybe you should stay home.”

“No, Ry, that's okay. You go see Rich Boy. I'll hang around here for a bit longer.”

“Well, okay then. You have a good day. I'll be home in time to make dinner.”

`Here's my chance!'

“Ryou, I'll make dinner for us tonight!”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure thing! I'll take care of everything, Ry! Leave it to me!”

Ryou smiled. “Okay then, yami. I'm looking forward to it. See you tonight!”

Ryou hugged him and left.

Bakura leaned back. `Tonight….I tell him how I feel.'