Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Redemption ❯ Of Toads and Dessert ( Chapter 19 )

As Sunday arrived Ryou was filled with nervous anticipation, even more so than when he had invited Bakura round to his place. Despite his initial assertion to take things slowly their relationship seemed to be progressing a lot quicker than planned, but strangely he found himself excited by this. With Duke he had never felt this excitement. There was something constantly at the back of his mind during that relationship that had told him to be cautious. He was glad he had listened to that instinct, but with Bakura it just wasn't there. In fact he'd been surprised that it was Bakura that had called a halt to things on their last date. He had found himself completely comfortable with being intimate with him that he'd not even thought to stop. He had teased Bakura playfully at that point mainly because he was quietly pleased that he had gotten Bakura quite so aroused.

 

Well he didn't doubt his skills in that arena. His relationship with Duke had been a time where he had learnt quite a few tricks. He'd had to when he wasn't willing to give it all up in the bedroom. But he wondered idly if Bakura would be the one he'd finally take that last step with. Ah the last virgin in the group; he smiled wryly at that. Malik's status in that regard had never been in question. Joey and Yugi on the other hand had both taken that step together one drunken night to everyone's shock and surprise. How on earth the two had remained such firm friends after that was a mystery but he and Malik and wisely never asked them about it and that night was largely forgotten. The others all assumed that he had taken that last leap in his relationship with Duke. He had just never bothered to correct them.

 

He caught himself clock watching and chuckled to himself. It was official, he was way past the crush stage and falling fast. Andy why not? Bakura had never been anything but a gentleman to him, kind, gentle, understanding. He had talked more with Bakura in their few dates than he had in the whole relationship with Duke, and he'd actually lived with Duke for a while. What a mistake that had been. Still he didn't regret it, it had been that which had opened his eyes to how big a rat Duke really was. If anything he was sorry he hadn't done it sooner. So now he had Bakura, who at first glance was rougher with his wild hair and attitude, even a little scary with those blood red eyes, but underneath was the kindest soul he'd ever met. And not to mention dangerously gorgeous. Okay, enough mooning over his virtues, geez he had it really bad! He looked up at the clock and was relieved to see that it was finally time to leave.

 

He did a last check in the mirror. He was wearing his tight slacks again with a fitted turquoise t-shirt that showed off his lean frame. He finger combed his hair before stopping abruptly. When the hell had he gotten about his appearance? Probably about the time his kisses with Bakura had progressed beyond chaste. Enough already! He grabbed his jacket and was out of the door before another fit of vanity hit him, just remembering at the last moment to grab the DVD for watching (or not) later. The walk was not a long one, but it was pleasant, the sun shining as he made his way through the park. He reached the apartment block quickly and was soon standing nervously at Bakura's door.

 

When the door opened Bakura was grinning, dressed in a very tight blood red t-shirt which matched his eyes but oddly made them seem warm rather than scary. He had teamed this with a pair of skinny black jeans that hung dangerously low on Bakura's slim hips as well as his trademark smirk. Bakura was bloody gorgeous.

 

“Well good evening.” He purred.

 

“Afternoon.” Ryou corrected softly his brain on autopilot as he tried to process just how good Bakura looked. He was being very rapidly introduced to lust.

 

Bakura sniggered, pleased that his attire was having the desired effect. He was hoping to move things on a step tonight, and having Ryou hungry for him could only help things along. Taking advantage of the youth's slightly befuddled state he pulled him in for a searing kiss, his tongue plundering Ryou's sweet mouth. Ryou groaned as Bakura pulled him flush against his body, not used to having someone ignite his desires so, and was distinctly breathless when Bakura finally broke the kiss.

 

“'Kura” He moaned in disappointment.

 

Bakura chuckled. “Dinner first, dessert later.” He murmured softly against Ryou's petal soft lips, brining their mouths together in a chaste caress.

 

Ryou sighed in contentment and flushed at the illicit promise held in those words. For once in his life he found himself sincerely hoping that they could skip straight to `dessert'. Bakura led him inside where something smelled extremely inviting

 

“Its not much of a place.” Bakura shrugged. “It does me, I hadn't exactly planned on such diversions when I came to Domino.” He teased gently.

 

Ryou chuckled. “Ah yes, a self confessed wanderer. I'm hoping that you won't be wandering off anytime soon.”

 

“I think I can be persuaded to hang around for a while.” Bakura grinned, sliding a hand into the small of Ryou's back as he led him into the kitchen where the table was already laid. “Now can I get you something to drink while dinner finishes?” He asked.

 

“Sure, a soda would be nice.”

 

Bakura nodded for him to sit as he got his quest the requested drink before turning back to a pan on the stove.

 

“So how are you finding having Seto out of your hair?” Ryou asked conversationally.

 

“Quiet, peaceful and fucking bliss.” Bakura chuckled. “Though I am still on tenterhooks waiting to see if I get a panicked call from Seto.”

 

Ryou grinned. “I have to admit, I am keeping an eye out fro a call from Joey. Though he does have a stubborn streak.”

 

Bakura snorted. “So does Seto, and it is a mile wide, trust me on this.”

 

“Oh dear.” Ryou snickered. “In that case it could be going horribly but they are too stubborn to say anything.”

 

“Quite possibly. I wonder if they can out-stubborn each other.”

 

“I guess we'll find out soon enough.” Ryou shrugged. “Though the fallout would be one hell of a mess.”

 

“Tell me about it. I fucking hope Seto makes a go of it. I don't think I could deal with taking him back in after just getting my freedom back.”

 

“Well if it falls apart we will work something out I am sure.”

 

“I'm sure you will.” Bakura chuckled. “Its thanks to you that my little problem is solved and hence, dinner tonight, amongst other things.” He winked at Ryou suggestively.

 

Ryou felt the colour rise to his cheeks once more as Bakura teased. What was it about the man that excited him so much? Right now he didn't care, he was glad they were in a private setting though, because otherwise he would have been caught openly staring at Bakura's ass in those tight black jeans. He didn't have to ask to know that the garment had been specifically chosen to show off this particular part of his figure. Still his eyes seemed drawn to it as Bakura moved around his kitchen, much as Bakura had been watching him on their previous date.

 

“Like what you see?”

 

The sudden question knocked him out of his thoughts as his eyes shot up to meet Bakura's as the angel looked over his shoulder smirking. The colour rose to his face in a veritable flood when he realised that he had been caught.

 

“Don't pretend that you don't want me to look.” He grumbled quietly.

 

Bakura sniggered. “Look all you want, I like your expression when you do.”

 

Ryou buried his head in his hands now thoroughly mortified by his own actions causing Bakura to laugh. He decided to come to the youth's rescue heading to the fridge.

 

“Here.” He handed him the bottle of wine he had chilling and the corkscrew much as Ryou had to him on his previous date. “Make yourself useful.” He grinned cheekily at Ryou who rolled his eyes and turned to his appointed task.

 

Soon he had two glasses of whine poured while Bakura served up. He placed the plate of food in front of Ryou who in turn smiled as he took a deep breath taking in the smells. Pot roasted pork, rosemary roasted potatoes, buttered vegetables and gravy, altogether mouth watering.

 

“Wow `Kura, I have to say I'm impressed.”

 

Bakura smirked at the compliment. “You haven't tried it yet.”

 

Ryou smiled and did just that, and it really did taste as good as it smelled. “You are quite the cook.” Ryou stated.

 

“Well, you look after yourself for as long as I have and you learn, I'm sure you understand.” Ryou nodded, it was a situation he was indeed familiar with. “Though I am more used to cooking for one.” Bakura admitted.

 

“Its wonderful, though I am pretty sure you knew that already.” Ryou smirked. “So you can quit fishing.”

 

Bakura sniggered. “As long as you are enjoying it then that's all that matters.”

 

“Of course I am, though perhaps the company could improve.” He teased.

 

Bakura chuckled. “Lets talk of other things then.”

 

“Like what?” Ryou asked cautiously.

 

“I don't know, I'd actually kind of hoped to get Malik on his own yesterday, ask him about Marik that kind of thing, but the opportunity just wasn't there.”

 

“I thought Marik was your friend?” Ryou looked at him puzzled.

 

“Of a sorts and besides, you don't go to the person in question when you want the gossip.”

 

In truth he wanted to know what had happened between the two after the little showdown and intervention by Gabriel.

 

“Ah gossip.” Ryou smiled. “Well I should have known. In that case it might interest you to know that Marik stayed over at Malik's last night. Malik called me this morning… well early afternoon. I managed to stop him before he got to the gory details.” He chuckled. “Trust me, Malik likes to share a little too much for my tastes, but in truth he sounds happy, happier than he has for a while.”

 

Bakura nodded. Well there it was, Marik hadn't been able to break it off. He wondered if Yami knew. Well if Marik hadn't been able to pull away from his lover it could only mean one thing; he was getting drawn in by human emotions. Well that was rich; the high and mighty Devil, the ultimate seducer now seduced by a mere mortal. Well this would make interesting ammunition for later. As it was he sniggered.

 

“What?” Ryou chuckled.

 

“It's nothing.” He assured him. “Just that Marik is the last person you would expect to see getting attached to someone, and yet here he is doing just that. No, I take that back, Seto is the least likely actually.”

 

“He did seem very distant yesterday.” Ryou agreed.

 

“It's self imposed I assure you. I've seen quite a few things these past few days that suggest there is a lot to him that even those of us who know him best don't realise.”

 

“He strikes me as someone who is quite complex.”

 

“You could say that.”

 

“Though you realise that we have so far spent most of this date talking about Seto again.” Ryou observed. “I didn't realise that there were three of us in this relationship.” He teased.

 

“You are a cheeky little fucker sometimes you know.” Bakura grinned.

 

Ryou almost choked at the vulgar statement. “Oh could you find a worse way to say it?” He snorted indignantly.

 

Bakura merely sniggered. “I never claimed to be a polite soul. Take me as I am or not at all I'm afraid.”

 

“Potty mouth.” Ryou muttered.

 

“Prude.” Bakura shot back with a wicked grin.

 

“Am not!” Ryou protested hotly. “Just because I don't resort to such base crudity like you do makes me nothing of the sort.”

 

Bakura raised his eyebrows at Ryou's choice of words, but then again, he was dating a librarian he supposed. “Well not all of us can be as erudite as you.” Well two could play at that game.

 

Ryou was a little surprised at the comeback but grinned pushing his empty plate away; game on! “Maybe not, but I wonder where one learns to be so vile with such alacrity.”

 

“The school of hard knocks.” Bakura shrugged. “I suffer from disenchantment in my wandering existence. Unlike you I have never been studious or prone to bouts of deep elucidation.”

 

“Shame, perhaps if you had been you could have garnered a less pugnacious turn of phrase. A little learning and reading never hurt anyone.”

 

“A little perhaps, but someone seems to have been over doing it… librarian.”

 

Ryou frowned. “Cad.”

 

“Snob.” Bakura smirked

 

“What!” Ryou was incredulous. “Peasant!”

 

“Bookworm.”

 

“Swine.”

 

“Mouse.”

 

Ryou was completely thrown by that last one and floundered for a moment, but he was determined not to be outdone. “Toad!” He blurted out.

 

Bakura roared with laughter. The indignant look on Ryou's face coupled with that last insult had been too much, it was just so funny. But on the other hand… He shifted out of his seat and approached Ryou smirking.

 

“A toad is it? Well I think it's a case of mistaken identity. I am but a poor humble frog, but perhaps you would care to kiss me and see if I turn into a handsome prince?” he purred provocatively.

 

Ryou was fighting a losing battle with the urge to smile. “Already tried that, still the same old toad.” The smirk was creeping onto his face now, no matter how hard he tried.

 

Seeing this Bakura leaned against the table, leaning in close to Ryou a wicked grin on his face. “Perhaps you haven't been doing it quite right. Why don't you try again?” His voice dropping to a low growl that sent shivers up Ryou's spine.

 

“Is that an invitation I hear?” Ryou teased as he moved close enough for them to feel the other's breath against their lips. “Because I might just take it.” He murmured.

 

“Please do.”

 

Alright, enough playing, Bakura's tone was seriously turning him on, combined with the sultry looks he was giving him and the way he was dressed he just couldn't hold on any longer. He slid his fingers into the elder's wild locks and pulled him in for a kiss, his tongue sneaking daringly into the angel's mouth eliciting a sigh from him. It was Bakura who broke the kiss by pulling Ryou upright and flush to his body.

 

“Well?” He murmured huskily in his young paramour's ear.

 

Ryou leaned back pretending to consider the matter for a moment. “Nope, still a toad.” He said matter-of-factly.

 

“Little vermin!” Bakura growled as Ryou giggled.

 

With that he suddenly pushed Ryou out of his arms in a display of mock huffiness. Ryou laughed and chased after him catching him in the lounge.

 

“Wait!” He chuckled, pulling Bakura close and wrapping his arms round Bakura's slim waist. “I'm sorry, would it help if I told you that I actually quite like toads?” He asked winsomely.

 

Bakura grinned, enjoying this little game of their. “Perhaps.” He conceded.

 

“Oh and I've gone and hurt your feelings, just how am I going to make it up to you?” He pondered out loud.

 

Bakura grasped his chin lightly making sure of eye contact as he looked down at Ryou through thick lashes. “I can think of a few ways.” He pursed huskily.

 

Ryou grinned raising an eyebrow at Bakura's tone; this was too much fun and he was getting lost in the excitement rising between them. He shifted his hands, his fingers creeping under the hem of Bakura's tight t-shirt to skim over smooth porcelain skin, feeling the strength in the muscles beneath and earning him a soft sigh.

 

“Hmm.” He mused. “Seems that I have a horny toad.” He purred.

 

Bakura sniggered loving this bold streak Ryou had. Oh being around him was so much fun in so many ways. His breath caught in his throat as Ryou's hand suddenly drifted south, fondling at his awakening arousal.

 

“Just what am I going to do with my little toad?” He murmured against Bakura's lips before claiming them with his own.

 

Bakura couldn't help but groan as Ryou continued to fondle him through his jeans, the youth using the heel of his hand to excite him as the two kissed hungrily. He grabbed a handful of Ryou's hair, taking control of the kiss, his tongue exploring every detail of the youth's mouth while his other hand was immediately under the turquoise t-shirt and roaming over the soft flesh of Ryou's back. Forced apart by the need for air the two leaned against each other, Bakura now hard and his jeans uncomfortably tight, and Ryou flushed in pleasure at having Bakura quite so hungry quite so quickly, not to mention his own growing arousal.

 

“Damn Ryou, for someone who likes to take things slow you can be pretty fucking forward.” Bakura hissed.

 

“Oh its all your fault. You're the only one I've ever wanted to be forward with. Its all your bad influence.” Ryou teased.

 

“Well bully for me.” Bakura grinned but suddenly groaned as she shifted his weight and his jeans cut painfully into the bulge of his erection.

 

“Hmm, quite a problem you have there.” Ryou observed cheekily. “Maybe I could help you with that.”

 

He didn't wait for a response not wanting his nerve to fail him since he had started this and was already guiding Bakura back to his sofa before the elder could think of answering him. Wordlessly Ryou encouraged him to lay back into the cushions, gently clambering on top of his lover. As he looked into Bakura's crimson eyes a shot of electricity bolted down his spine as he saw the colour had deepened in his desire and need. That was all for him and because of him, and that made his breath catch in his throat. He mewled softly as Bakura grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. A shudder of pleasure rippled through his slight frame as Bakura ground upwards into him, revelling in how he had his lover like putty in his hands. With a nip at Bakura's bottom lip he pulled away from the kiss.

 

He shifted so he could straddle Bakura's hips as he lay below him, pushing the deep red t-shirt up to bunch under Bakura's arms, exposing the pale and perfect flesh beneath. Leaning forward Ryou's hands drifted softly over the dips and hollows of Bakura's torso as he pressed his lips to Bakura's jaw line, noting that it was curiously devoid of stubble. Bakura drew his breath in through his teeth in a hiss as Ryou's questing hands found his nipples, deft fingers teasing them to hardness. His body positively ached for the youth above him and it was taking a huge amount of self control not to take over this scenario, as it was he wanted to encourage intimacy with Ryou not scare him off. As Ryou moved his kisses to his neck and throat he groaned softly, crying out in surprise as in his explorations Ryou found his sweet spot just below his ear.

 

“Fuck!” Ryou.” He groaned huskily, his hands running over Ryou's thighs, grasping and kneading, holding the slim hips firmly as he ground upwards.

 

Without any preamble he brought one hand to gently grope at Ryou's arousal drawing a surprisingly deep groan from the youth on top of him. He was breathing hard as Ryou sat up once more, shifting backwards so that he was sat on Bakura's thighs, smiling softly down at the elder who was looking up at him with undisguised lust in his eyes. Bakura forced himself to lie still and enjoy watching Ryou as with a grin the youth moved his hands to his fly, undoing the button quickly before inching down the zip. He closed his eyes and groaned in relief as the pressure at his groin was removed.

 

“Next time, don't wear anything so tight.” He teased.

 

Smirking Bakura looked up at him. “But they did the trick. After all my little prey seems to be doing an admirable job of getting inside them.”

 

“Hah! I should just leave you like that my little toad.”

 

“You bloody dare and this toad will hunt you down and eat you for his supper, after taking his fill of that pretty little ass of yours.” He growled threateningly, loving the thrilled shudder it elicited from Ryou. “And that's enough of the toad references for one day thank you very much.”

 

Ryou chuckled. “Oh but I already told you that I like toads.” He teased but caught Bakura's warning look. “Oh alright, I'll just have to find something else to call you then, but for now I have other things I ought to be worrying about.” He murmured as he slowly slipped his hand into Bakura's jeans to caress him through his shorts.

 

Bakura groaned at the sensation and buoyed on by Bakura's reaction and the adrenaline rushing through him Ryou decided to carry this on in earnest. Leaning forward pressed kisses into Bakura's chest as he encouraged him to lift his hips. As he did he pushed both jeans and shorts down over his hips, his hard length springing free causing his lover to gasp. With a little hesitation he took it in his hand, beginning to pump it in a slow leisurely motion that drew a deep throated moan from his partner.

 

“Better?”

 

“Yes!” Bakura hissed, crimson eyes flashing.

 

His eyes drifted shut and he was revelling in Ryou's touch. Oh fuck he'd wanted to move things along, but this was beyond his wildest imaginings. Okay, not quite beyond but this was definitely more than he'd dared to hope for. It had been so long since he'd had a partner - which seemed an awful word to use for someone who he'd simply slept with and never saw again - that every touch and caress seemed to burn and brand him with pleasure. No that wasn't quite true. He'd left it longer than this before and it had never been this intense afterwards. No this was because it was Ryou, because of this connection he felt for him, the way he was falling helplessly for the human. That and the fact that this sweet angel of a human was being so utterly fucking brazen. Something about this situation, with Ryou taking the lead seemed at odds with his character, but as Ryou's hand sped up on his cock he couldn't concentrate enough to think what. He almost yelped as Ryou suddenly sucked on a nipple.

 

 

“Shit Ryou! Where the fuck did you learn to be this wicked?” He groaned as the youth combined teasing the sensitive nub with swirling his thumb over the head of his cock.

 

Bakura's breath was coming in harsh pants and groans as he was drawn toward the edge.

 

“Maybe I have an inner demon.” Ryou murmured against his chest, inordinately excited by having Bakura so at his mercy.

 

As Ryou dragged him ever closer to the point of release he had to agree. It was so hard not to grab the youth, pin him down and fuck him senseless. But he knew he had to give Ryou the reigns for now, previous conversations with him had told him that, and now the youth was having the confidence to get intimate with him he didn't dare scare him off. But it was such sweet agony trying top lie there passive as he was pleasured so sweetly. As it was he had hold of Ryou's thighs, grip tightening as panting he was now so fucking close to release.

 

“Shit! Damn it Ryou, if you don't stop I'm going to fucking come right here!”

 

Ryou chuckled darkly, his face flushed as he enjoyed Bakura's struggles. “That's sort of the point.” He purred.

 

Bakura let out a strangled moan, his body tensing. Ryou nipped gently at his neck adding a sudden twist of his wrist designed to drive Bakura crazy. The move was Bakura's undoing and with a hoarse yell he climaxed panting hard. He groaned softly trying to catch his breath, before opening his eyes, crimson meeting chocolate.

 

“Fucking Hell.” He ground out. “Did you know that you look far too innocent to know such evil tricks?”

 

Ryou chuckled sitting up. Bakura followed him upwards pulling his t-shirt off and used it to clean up the mess of his release from the two of them before pulling the youth in for a hungry kiss. He pulled Ryou flush into his lap the bulge in Ryou's slacks pressed against his stomach, something he fully intended to deal with. His hands slid under Ryou's t-shirt with a will, caressing the soft skin. Ryou let out a surprised mewl, breaking the kiss. He wasn't used to this pleasurable onslaught after pleasuring his partner. It was a welcome that was for sure, but no less surprising for that. Bakura's attentions moved his neck as his fingers dipped beneath the back of Ryou's slacks in a move that had Ryou tensing before he could stop himself. Despite his aroused state and what he'd just done he wasn't sure he was ready to go all the way just yet.

 

Bakura noticed the sudden change in Ryou's demeanour even though he was squirming delightfully in his lap. He was glad he was already nuzzling into his soft neck as it gave him a moment to think. As all the little things that had been bothering him fell into place he mentally slapped himself. It all made sense when he actually took a moment to think about it. It was bloody obvious, Ryou was still a fucking virgin and his sudden boldness had to have been the way he had maintained that during his relationship with Duke. From the talks they'd had already it was clear that Duke was the demanding type and Ryou had obviously learned quickly and adapted. Though Ryou's obvious surprise as he moved to pleasure him in return spoke volumes about his ex. The bastard probably lost interest in his lover the instant he got off the fucking selfish prick. All this realised there was only one course of action. Grasping Ryou's face gently he made eye contact with his young lover.

 

“I'm afraid I'm going to need you to get up.” He murmured softly.

 

His heart clenched in his chest as he saw the twinge of disappointment enter his lover's eyes, but he'd soon fix that. Ryou quickly got up, allowing him in turn to get to his feet. Once there he pulled his jeans and shorts back up, doing up his fly. Once he got started he wanted Ryou to realise this would go only as far as he wanted. Ryou was looking away when in a sudden movement he pulled the youth into his arms.

 

“Now where were we?” He growled low as Ryou yelped in shock,

 

Not waiting for a reply as he claimed Ryou's lips with his own, earning him a strangled moan as he worked his tongue against the youth's. One hand in Ryou's soft snow coloured hair, the other massaging his straining erection through his slacks he did his utmost to drive him crazy. If as expected Ryou was a novice at being on the receiving end he wanted his initiation into such pleasures to be spectacular. Ryou was completely overwhelmed, dizzy with the suddenness of Bakura's onslaught. He pulled back from the relentless kiss desperate for air.

 

“'Kura!” He groaned loudly.

 

“Well will you look at that.” Bakura teased. “I do believe that my guest has a little problem. Now what kind of host would I be if I didn't tend to the needs of my guest hmm?”

 

“I..I,I…” Ryou stuttered, completely thrown by Bakura's behaviour; one minute he'd been sure their little encounter was over, the next it seemed they were only just getting started.

 

Bakura chuckled. “Relax Ryou, you are in good hands. Now why don't you just enjoy yourself hm? If you want to stop, you only have to say.” He assured him, stroking his cheek softly.

 

Ryou smiled softly, suddenly understanding the gesture of getting dressed, well half dressed, and flushed in pleasure at the consideration his lover was showing him. Not trusting his voice he nodded his agreement and allowed himself to be led back and laid down on the sofa, Bakura above him in a reversal of their earlier position. As Bakura claimed his mouth in a blistering kiss he closed his eyes, tangling his fingers into Bakura's hair and gave himself over completely to his lover. The elder made quick work of relieving Ryou of his t-shirt, hands running over petal soft skin as he kissed and nipped at Ryou's neck and throat. Ryou mewled as long fingers teased his nipples to hardness while choosing a spot the youth could hide later Bakura sucked at the junction of his neck and shoulder, marking him as his own. Ryou groaned at the sensation though once satisfied with the mark Bakura began to move down his body, lightly teasing a nipple with his tongue before lightly sucking on it.

 

Ryou gasped for breath, in awe at what he was feeling. Never before had anyone treated him like this, his own needs and desires having been ignored in the past, and he was fast becoming intoxicated by the experience. As skilled fingers made short work of the fastenings of his trousers he found himself moaning with abandon as a firm hand massaged him though his underwear. Bakura grinned to look at Ryou, head thrown back, eyes half closed and clouded with need, breathing hard, oh it was such a fucking hot image. He leaned forward into Ryou's ear.

 

“How do you feel?” He purred, smirking even as he did.

 

Oh he was loving every gasp and moan he could draw from the youth, every vocalisation telling him more and more about what Ryou liked and how to drive him crazy with need.

 

“Don't stop.” Ryou begged breathlessly, nervous from experience that he might be left cruelly frustrated. “Please don't stop.”

 

“No fear sweet one, not until you tell me to.”

 

To Ryou's consternation Bakura got up off him, that wonderful touch leaving him, the action puzzling him as it was completely at odd with what Bakura had just said. Though he found himself yelping as with a swift tug Bakura divested him of both trousers and shorts, leaving him flushed, needy and naked on his lover's sofa. The flush deepened in hue as he realised that Bakura was staring at him shamelessly with hungry eyes. Seeing the youth's discomfort Bakura chuckled and covered the lithe body with his, bringing Ryou's eyes to meet his.

 

“Don't fret yourself. I couldn't help but stare because by God you are fucking beautiful.” He breathed. “And never forget that. I hope to be seeing a lot more of you like this in future.” Grinning wickedly he moved so their lips were almost touching. “In fact, you look so fucking edible I might just have to take a bite.” He purred seductively.

 

Ryou whimpered at the innuendo laced in his lover's teasing words, gasping as long lean fingers snaked around his length in a ghosting touch. Bakura maintained the eye contact as his fingers gently teased.

 

“As of tonight you are going to forget every fucking selfish prick who has ever taken advantage of you, because I promise I will never do that to you. This is about you my sweet one, and I want to hear that lovely voice of yours scream out my name as you reach ecstasy, so don't fucking hold back.”

 

Ryou lay speechless, completely captivated by those crimson eyes, unable to look away even as his cheeks burned in reaction to Bakura addressing his past and made his promise, the seriousness in his lover's husky voice piercing him to the core. All he could do was nod, though he was sure he'd gone beet red as Bakura growled out what he wanted. It wasn't the nature of the desire, but the sheer wickedness in Bakura's tone. Though he had no time to think as he was kissed firmly, though by now he was giving as good as he got, desperate to taste more of Bakura, to feel every inch of him, his desire and need tearing down his nervousness. He groaned loudly into the kiss as Bakura pumped his length slowly, his eyes rolling back into his head at the sudden pleasure.

 

At Ryou's groan Bakura broke the kiss, beginning to kiss his way down his lover's slender body. He paused to add to the mark he'd made earlier before kissing along Ryou's collarbone. As he made his way downwards he teased a hard nipple with his teeth, gently coaxing Ryou's legs apart with his knees. Lost in a fog of pleasure Ryou allowed himself to be manoeuvred to Bakura's satisfaction as kisses trailed down his stomach. As Bakura's hands ghosted lightly over his hips he mewled in surprise as Bakura found a hidden sweet spot. Grinning Bakura sucked at it, drawing pants and groans from his sweet one and marking the spot for next time.

 

Now he crouched between Ryou's legs, guiding Ryou to bend his knees and spread them wide, offering him a marvellous view of Ryou's manhood. He was a good size in both length and girth, but he couldn't help but look away a little embarrassed as Bakura stared wantonly at the organ. Sniggering at Ryou's reaction he bent to trail feather soft kisses up the inside of Ryou's lean thighs, quickly distracting him from his embarrassment. Taking Ryou's erection in his hand once more he started to pump slowly, knowing full well that his lover wanted more, but Ryou could wait a little longer. Panting and moaning Ryou was getting closer and closer to brazenly begging his lover to speed up and firm up his actions.

 

“'Kura.” He whined in frustration and with a leer Bakura took pity on him.

 

Ryou let out a strangled yelp as Bakura's tongue swirled lazily round the head of his erection, the sensation completely new to him but oh by all that was holy it felt so good. Bakura's tongue dipped to taste the drop of essence that he collected but what drove Ryou toward madness was when Bakura's mouth closed round him. He bucked his hips as he cried out but Bakura had been ready and held him down with firm hands as Ryou desperately grabbed at fistfuls of his wild hair. Creating a soft suction he began to bob up and sown Ryou's length, looking up at the exact moment that Ryou looked down to see his crimson eyes blazing, the very picture of a seductive incubus.

 

“Oh God! `Kura!” Ryou yelled loudly as his lover deliberately swallowed round him. “I… hnn!”

 

Whatever he had been about to say was lost as Bakura began to hum gently, this little trick having Ryou gasping for breath, fingers clawing desperately at Bakura's scalp. Ryou was lost, completely at Bakura's mercy as electricity shot up his spine, head tossing from side to side as he moaned without restraint, unaware of the sounds he was making. He was pretty sure he would go mad if he didn't reach release soon but at the same time he didn't want the sweet torture to end. He was so close to the edge, but never seeming to reach it.

 

“So… so close!” He moaned.

 

Bakura grinned mentally and decided to end this with style. He took a deep breath then suddenly swallowed hard, taking all of Ryou down his throat, Ryou shrieking in response. Still bobbing his head he went for the coup de grace, running a fingernail firmly along Ryou's perineum. The youth roared, twisting beneath him as he hit climax hard.

 

“Bakura!” He screamed so loud that surely the whole apartment block heard it.

 

Bakura swallowed a couple more times to take all of Ryou's release, Ryou mewling helplessly each time, before he finally pulled away, pausing to catch his breath as he knelt between his young lover's legs. Ryou by now had released his death-grip on his hair and lay limp, almost boneless, eyes half closed. He was truly a delicious sight to behold, skin shining with sweat, bangs sticking to his face, flushed with pleasure, panting for breath and spent. He regarded Bakura through heavy lashes, the chocolate brown orbs having deepened in hue to a rich black coffee. Hmm, now there was a sight he could get used to seeing. As Ryou struggled to find the strength to move he sniggered.

 

“Quite vocal when you get going. I look forward to making you sing that particular song again in future.” He smirked.

 

Words being too hard for the moment Ryou hauled himself into a sitting upright before dragging Bakura into a firm kiss. Bakura chuckled at the fierce look in Ryou's eyes as they broke apart, and all this from one blow job? Damn he had a lot to teach Ryou yet. As shaky hands pulled at the fastenings on his jeans he grabbed Ryou's wrists firmly, pulling back quickly.

 

“Whoa, easy sweet one.” He said sternly.

 

“But don't you want…”

 

“Of course I fucking do!” Bakura interrupted him. “You look hotter that the fires of Hell. Fuck Ryou I've never wanted you more but I want you to be ready, and no matter how good you feel right now you're not.” He gently took Ryou's face in his hands, thumb skimming over a perfect cheekbone. “I promised you I wouldn't treat you that way.” He murmured softly as he gently brushed Ryou's bangs out of his face.

 

Ryou was suddenly overcome by emotion, his eyes starting to fill with tears of gratitude, finally realising he had found exactly the kind of man that he'd been dreaming of. With a sob he launched himself forward and wrapped his arms round Bakura tightly, pressing his face into Bakura's neck.

 

“Thank you.” He sobbed softly into Bakura's hair.

 

“Don't thank me, it's the way you should be treated love.”

 

As the endearment slipped out without a thought Bakura's eyes widened. There had only been one other he had ever called that in all his long life. Had he really come to love Ryou, really love him? He shook the question off, now was not the time to worry about that, for now he had Ryou clinging to him, feeling warm and soft in his arms. As Ryou pulled himself together they parted and he hunted the floor for Ryou's clothes.

 

“Here.” He smirked. “Before you get cold.” He teased.

 

Ryou just chuckled, pulling on his shorts and slacks before drawing Bakura to him and kissing him tenderly. That one sweet kiss spoke volumes.

 

“Thank you.” He said seriously. “No one has ever been bothered about me before.”

 

“Worthless shits the lot of them!” Bakura spat. “You deserve so much more than that trash.” He muttered darkly. He was close to ranting about the injustice of it all but checked himself in time. Talking about time… He held Ryou close gently.

 

“Look, its early yet, why don't you get that film of yours, I'll grab a blanket and we can curl up for a while?” He asked softly.

 

Ryou agreed easily. He would have felt horrible having just shared something so wonderful with Bakura and then just walked out. It just wouldn't seem right. He went to the kitchen to retrieve the DVD he brought while Bakura found a blanket. A few minutes later they were snuggled up warm together, bare-chested beneath the blanket and the film on in the background. Bakura wasn't overly surprised when Ryou fell asleep halfway through, and smiled softly to himself as he ran his fingers through the youth's hair gently. Ryou sighed in contentment, the little sound making Bakura's heart swell with pride, and as he looked down on his young lover, the youth seemed utterly at peace. Bakura knew he should rouse him, but just did not have the heart to wake him, or the will to have him leave him so soon.

 

He held Ryou gently until the film finished and he too started to feel sleep pull at him, lulled by the warmth, the comfort of having his lover in his arms, and of course their earlier activities. With a mental shrug he resolved to wake early and grabbed the remote, shutting off the TV. That done he nuzzled in tight to Ryou and allowed sleep to claim him. Side by side human and angel lay as content as they had ever been in either of their lives.

 

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AN:

cybergoth: ...

Yami: - pokes the still form of the writer - Okay, well she's only gone and fainted now hasn't she. Yes, Yami here, you got that right. Well since the bloody writer has gone and knocked herself out I suppose I'd better do this bit. Right, first things first I can't believe that this bet is still on. When the hell is she going to get Ryou to lose his virginity? Oh Hell's gates she is infuriating. Not to mention I have only met Yugi once. That is a situation I am planning to get remedied pretty quickly I assure you! Now one thing is for sure, she writes better when she gets reviews so come on, you better do the whole review thing so I can get some bloody time in this thing. Hop to it before I get the scythe out and no I am not kidding!