Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ryou's Secret ❯ What Happened to the Shower? ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Tjay Motou 
LEMON!!! Ryou/Bakura LEMON!! YAOI!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! NO FLAMES!!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2004 | Updated On: 10.01.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
LEMON!!! Ryou/Bakura LEMON!! YAOI!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! NO FLAMES!!
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2004 | Updated On: 10.01.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Title: Ryou's Secret
Chapter Title: What Happened to the Shower?
Rating: NC-17 [duh! Like I'd write anything else?]
Pairing(s): Bakura/Ryou! and Ryou/Bakura :P
Warning: Blood, Yaoi, Sadism, abuse, other dark themes, lemon, a love sick authoress who loves blood and death…
PS: Thanks for the reviews!!
This Chapter contains a lemon, Ryou topping Bakura… or RyouxBakura… if you don't like Yaoi or you don't the idea of Ryou taking Bakura… then leave! And this is a strange lemon!
~*~Ryou's POV~*~
In the heat of the night, I am straddling Bakura's hips with a knife in my right hand. I press the blade into his silky skin and let it make a small cut on his flat six pack stomach. I run my tongue over the cut, lapping up the blood. Bakura moans loudly as I do this. His hands wander up and down my naked body; both of us are stripped for all clothing, Bakura looks really hot with no clothes on.
I move my lips away from the wound and his blood spills everywhere. I begin to move down his body, god how I've wanted to this for so long! Our bed is already covered in blood, most of it is mine, but tonight's spill is his. I dip my head between his legs. I run my tongue along the underside of his member, and Bakura lets out a loud groan.
By the sound of things I'm doing really well, of course I've done this part many times. It's the actual sex part that worries me. "Ryou…" I look up at him. "What… in… the… hell… are… you… waiting… for…" he mutters between pants and groans, as he speaks to me. I let my hand work his throbbing erection.
I raise the already bloody knife and make another cut on the left side of his chest. Bakura sits up, letting little droplets of blood run down his body. I watch as the small drops run downward. I lean down and lick them away, trailing my tongue back up to the new wound; the coppery tasting blood fills my mouth. Bakura's moans have become louder; I decide it's time to stop playing around.
I move down and take Bakura's large member into my mouth. I hold Bakura's hips down; he has a tendency to get a little too rough. I let my tongue tease his member. I do all things he likes, and his moans back up my last statement. When he finally releases I swallow it all, once I finish I begin to move back up his body, stopping at one cut I made earlier. I lick up some of his delicious copper taste blood, "Mmm… Ryou… uhh… ohh…" I don't know if he wanted to say that aloud, but at least I know I'm doing a good job so far. I kiss him roughly, and forcefully, his nails rake my back leaving long bloody scratches behind. I moan into the kiss as he does this. I can feel my own blood run down my back, I like the feeling of warm red liquid run down my body.
I break the kiss and sit up. I am still straddling him; I raise the knife to my lips and lick the blood off the cold metal. The look in Bakura's eyes tells me he's liking the show, I place the clean knife over my chest and make a nice big cut, my blood coats the knife, and soon I feel Bakura's mouth over my open and bleeding wound. This is how he and I are special; we don't need words to know what the other wants, well not usually.
Once he finishes lapping up my blood, I wonder if I should prepare him, but like always Bakura already has the answer before I ask the question, its like he reads my mind or something… he probably does. "Don't bother, its foolish, and bother waiting once you're in." If that is what he wants? I would never ask for such a thing, I may like pain… but not THAT much. "And I don't read your mind…" he says with sly smirk.
"Yes, you do you sexy liar, but I don't mind." I said as I move myself into position, this is going to hurt him way more then it will me… and with that last thought I thrust into his body, the look on my lovers face as I enter was a look of pure pleasure.
Like Bakura asked once I was inside his body I started thrusting and at a fast pace, Bakura's body tightened around me, thus I had to thrust harder to and faster to hit his pleasure spot. I drop the knife in my hand to stroke his newly harden member. Sweat began to cover our bodies as I quickened the pace, his hands run over my blood coated back, adding new marks with his nails.
I know he can't hold more much longer I can't either, twenty minutes at this pace was tiring me out. I get in a few more thrusts before he releases on to me, himself and the blood soaked bed, my names he calls out, his body puts pressure on my member as it tightens, so much pressure I release inside of him. I call out his name.
I can no longer hold myself up, I collapse on him, both of us are bloody, sweaty, and in need of a good shower, personally I don't how Bakura can go weeks even months with out one, maybe its because in Egypt they didn't have showers… well they do now…
"Anything else you want to do tonight?" He whispers in my ear, you see that's the thing about Bakura I love most, he, in his own strange way, cares lot, well its not really strange, I mean, he doesn't start beating the living shit out of me as soon as walk in the front door. Then he'll ask me how my day was. Later we'll have a nice conversation. Next, he'll ask what I'm in the mood for. Finally, I'll tell him what I want to do, or want done.
Others like Yugi would never understand, they think the beatings start as soon as I walk in the door, and stop when he thinks I've "learned my lesson" or something like that. But it's not like that at all. I decide when the "beatings" or whatever else starts, and I decide when it ends. Bakura has ALWAYS stopped when I asked him to. Bakura has even taken me out on a few dates here and there, well 'dates' is a bit of an overstatement.
"Well, if you count dragging you into the shower as something then, yes." I laugh, he just huffs, I've told him that he needs to shower more and he didn't like it much. I lean up and kiss him lightly.
//Are you going to get out and off of me anytime soon?// He asks through our mind link.
/Maybe… Why?/ I tease, I may like abuse, but I like to play around a lot to.
//Because… I want to have some more fun with you.// I finally break the kiss.
"What sort of fun?"
//You'll see.// I finally pull my self out of his body but I remain on top of him, it was awkward to ask, but I wanted to know how I did, in his terms.
/So… am I any good?/ I ask as I nip at his ear.
//Great! Lets do it again sometime.//
/You mean that?/
//Yes!// I smile, if anyone else had said that it wouldn't have meant half as much as it does coming from Bakura…
~
End Chapter 3... I have never written a POV lemon before so I hope you all like it! I worked really hard on this and I am happy with the result… the Next chapter is the same thing in Bakura's POV…
I am so proud of this fic… and I hope you like it. Please Review and let me know your thoughts.
Chapter Title: What Happened to the Shower?
Rating: NC-17 [duh! Like I'd write anything else?]
Pairing(s): Bakura/Ryou! and Ryou/Bakura :P
Warning: Blood, Yaoi, Sadism, abuse, other dark themes, lemon, a love sick authoress who loves blood and death…
PS: Thanks for the reviews!!
This Chapter contains a lemon, Ryou topping Bakura… or RyouxBakura… if you don't like Yaoi or you don't the idea of Ryou taking Bakura… then leave! And this is a strange lemon!
~*~Ryou's POV~*~
In the heat of the night, I am straddling Bakura's hips with a knife in my right hand. I press the blade into his silky skin and let it make a small cut on his flat six pack stomach. I run my tongue over the cut, lapping up the blood. Bakura moans loudly as I do this. His hands wander up and down my naked body; both of us are stripped for all clothing, Bakura looks really hot with no clothes on.
I move my lips away from the wound and his blood spills everywhere. I begin to move down his body, god how I've wanted to this for so long! Our bed is already covered in blood, most of it is mine, but tonight's spill is his. I dip my head between his legs. I run my tongue along the underside of his member, and Bakura lets out a loud groan.
By the sound of things I'm doing really well, of course I've done this part many times. It's the actual sex part that worries me. "Ryou…" I look up at him. "What… in… the… hell… are… you… waiting… for…" he mutters between pants and groans, as he speaks to me. I let my hand work his throbbing erection.
I raise the already bloody knife and make another cut on the left side of his chest. Bakura sits up, letting little droplets of blood run down his body. I watch as the small drops run downward. I lean down and lick them away, trailing my tongue back up to the new wound; the coppery tasting blood fills my mouth. Bakura's moans have become louder; I decide it's time to stop playing around.
I move down and take Bakura's large member into my mouth. I hold Bakura's hips down; he has a tendency to get a little too rough. I let my tongue tease his member. I do all things he likes, and his moans back up my last statement. When he finally releases I swallow it all, once I finish I begin to move back up his body, stopping at one cut I made earlier. I lick up some of his delicious copper taste blood, "Mmm… Ryou… uhh… ohh…" I don't know if he wanted to say that aloud, but at least I know I'm doing a good job so far. I kiss him roughly, and forcefully, his nails rake my back leaving long bloody scratches behind. I moan into the kiss as he does this. I can feel my own blood run down my back, I like the feeling of warm red liquid run down my body.
I break the kiss and sit up. I am still straddling him; I raise the knife to my lips and lick the blood off the cold metal. The look in Bakura's eyes tells me he's liking the show, I place the clean knife over my chest and make a nice big cut, my blood coats the knife, and soon I feel Bakura's mouth over my open and bleeding wound. This is how he and I are special; we don't need words to know what the other wants, well not usually.
Once he finishes lapping up my blood, I wonder if I should prepare him, but like always Bakura already has the answer before I ask the question, its like he reads my mind or something… he probably does. "Don't bother, its foolish, and bother waiting once you're in." If that is what he wants? I would never ask for such a thing, I may like pain… but not THAT much. "And I don't read your mind…" he says with sly smirk.
"Yes, you do you sexy liar, but I don't mind." I said as I move myself into position, this is going to hurt him way more then it will me… and with that last thought I thrust into his body, the look on my lovers face as I enter was a look of pure pleasure.
Like Bakura asked once I was inside his body I started thrusting and at a fast pace, Bakura's body tightened around me, thus I had to thrust harder to and faster to hit his pleasure spot. I drop the knife in my hand to stroke his newly harden member. Sweat began to cover our bodies as I quickened the pace, his hands run over my blood coated back, adding new marks with his nails.
I know he can't hold more much longer I can't either, twenty minutes at this pace was tiring me out. I get in a few more thrusts before he releases on to me, himself and the blood soaked bed, my names he calls out, his body puts pressure on my member as it tightens, so much pressure I release inside of him. I call out his name.
I can no longer hold myself up, I collapse on him, both of us are bloody, sweaty, and in need of a good shower, personally I don't how Bakura can go weeks even months with out one, maybe its because in Egypt they didn't have showers… well they do now…
"Anything else you want to do tonight?" He whispers in my ear, you see that's the thing about Bakura I love most, he, in his own strange way, cares lot, well its not really strange, I mean, he doesn't start beating the living shit out of me as soon as walk in the front door. Then he'll ask me how my day was. Later we'll have a nice conversation. Next, he'll ask what I'm in the mood for. Finally, I'll tell him what I want to do, or want done.
Others like Yugi would never understand, they think the beatings start as soon as I walk in the door, and stop when he thinks I've "learned my lesson" or something like that. But it's not like that at all. I decide when the "beatings" or whatever else starts, and I decide when it ends. Bakura has ALWAYS stopped when I asked him to. Bakura has even taken me out on a few dates here and there, well 'dates' is a bit of an overstatement.
"Well, if you count dragging you into the shower as something then, yes." I laugh, he just huffs, I've told him that he needs to shower more and he didn't like it much. I lean up and kiss him lightly.
//Are you going to get out and off of me anytime soon?// He asks through our mind link.
/Maybe… Why?/ I tease, I may like abuse, but I like to play around a lot to.
//Because… I want to have some more fun with you.// I finally break the kiss.
"What sort of fun?"
//You'll see.// I finally pull my self out of his body but I remain on top of him, it was awkward to ask, but I wanted to know how I did, in his terms.
/So… am I any good?/ I ask as I nip at his ear.
//Great! Lets do it again sometime.//
/You mean that?/
//Yes!// I smile, if anyone else had said that it wouldn't have meant half as much as it does coming from Bakura…
~
End Chapter 3... I have never written a POV lemon before so I hope you all like it! I worked really hard on this and I am happy with the result… the Next chapter is the same thing in Bakura's POV…
I am so proud of this fic… and I hope you like it. Please Review and let me know your thoughts.