Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ryou's Secret ❯ To the Carnival Part I ( Chapter 9 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Tjay Motou 
Please read Author Notes... Contains Lemon/Lime... Nothing bad...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.08.2004 | Updated On: 10.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 896 | Status: Completed
Please read Author Notes... Contains Lemon/Lime... Nothing bad...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.08.2004 | Updated On: 10.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 896 | Status: Completed
Title: Ryou's Secret
Chapter Title: To the Carnival Part I (my Longest Chapter)
Rating: NC-17 [duh! Like I'd write anything else?]
Pairing(s): Bakura/Ryou and Ryou/Bakura; implied Marik x Bakura and Marik x Malik :P
Warning: Blood, Yaoi, lemon, Sadism, abuse, other dark themes, a lovesick authoress who loves blood and death…BDSM
I was informed I wasn't using a disclaimer;
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did Bakura and Ryou would be fucking each other senseless…
To AutumnRose: I just was making sure you all knew what Bakura meant when he said that… I know what it means… if I had used Masochist I wouldn't have bothered defining it. But I used small words so Bakura would understand
Bakura: Are you calling me slow?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! What gave you that idea… *rolls eyes* anyways I have gotten no flames saying yaoi is bad… just 3 emails…. so I'm doing great…
To Everyone who is unhappy about Anzu: look, the Anzu in this fic doesn't give friendship speeches so I just warn you, Anzu is OOC, it's fandom! I can change the characters to my will! And I changed Anzu! Don't worry, your like this Anzu!
Oh, If you like pointless smut you may want to check out "Three Bakura's… One Bed…" if you like this fic you'll like it. Check out my site to find it, or look in my profile!
I want everyone to read this:
I DON'T CARE IF YOU LIKE YAOI OR NOT, so don't email me bitching about it… because I don't care… it's your own fault for reading it. I told you there was a Yaoi Lemon! I TOLD YOU! You read it on your own… I didn't force you to read it!
Not Much lemon here, just a bit… but I must include a warning so:
WARNING! THIS CHAPTER HAS LEMON!!! BAKURA FUCKING RYOU!
Can you see that?
Oh if you haven't guessed who's at the door it's…
~*~*~
Bakura growled, how dare those morons interrupt his fun… his first plan was pretend they weren't home, but Ryou was too loud.
"Come on we know your home… answer the door."
Ryou was in no condition to answer the door… that meant he'd have to. If he didn't go the morons would continue to annoy him. Between sighing and growling Bakura pulled himself out of his hikari, causing said hikari to whimper. "Shut up. I'll be back in a minute. Until then, don't pass out!"
Bakura opened the door enough to he could see who was there, but not enough so that they could see the bloody mess… or Ryou's naked body on the floor. He could see out, they couldn't see in. It worked nicely. Looking out he saw tan skin, violet eyes and blonde hair. Times two. Malik and Marik. Always count on them to interrupt you during sex.
"What the hell do you morons want!?" Bakura spat. He wasn't in the mood for this. He was in the mood for more bloody sex with Ryou. Not standing at the door with his ex-lover and hikari.
"We wanted to know if you and Ryou-chan wanted to come with us to the carnival that's is tomorrow and tomorrow only?" Malik said holding up a flyer of some sort. Bakura really didn't care.
"Ryou-chan? Whatever. If I say 'no' will you go away?" Bakura asked, to which Malik shook his head. "If I say 'yes' will you go away?" Malik nodded. "Then yes. But don't wait for us to show up." Bakura snickered; he grabbed the flyer and slammed the door in their faces.
Bakura moved back towards Ryou who was no longer in the position he was left in, instead Ryou flipped over and was now sitting up right, trying to rub the blood from his eyes that had come form his temple. "What did they want Bakura-sama?"
"Something about a carnival thing. I don't know… it was nothing important!" Bakura pushed Ryou onto his back and pushed his legs part; Bakura gazed at the beautiful sight before thrusting into Ryou's body.
"A carnival? I love carnivals!" Ryou sat up too fast, a thud was heard and Bakura cursing loudly as Ryou's head hit his.
"Bitch!" Bakura smacked Ryou across the face, causing him to fall back. Ryou brought his hand up to his cheek. Bakura wrapped his hands around Ryou's throat cutting off the boy's air supply.
"Ku… ra…" Ryou managed to choke out before everything went black.
~
Ryou groaned loudly as he sat up. He blinked a few times only to realize he was sitting on their bed, and he could see. Ryou looked at his body, he was completely healed, with not even a scratch on him. Bakura had healed him?
Slowly he glanced around the room, the normally blood stained walls were spotless. He guessed Bakura had used the powers of the Ring to clean up all the blood, and to heal him.
Their bedroom had been completely designed by Bakura. He did the whole room by himself. It made Ryou wonder if Bakura had a passion for interior design… Bakura even picked out all the furniture. Not that he did a bad job. In fact Bakura had really outdone himself on this one.
On the wall furthest from the bed was an old fashion black display case, and it certainly displayed stuff. On the top shelf rested the three Millennium Items, which Bakura had, (Bakura had four in total, counting the Millennium Ring.) which consisted for the Eye, Rod, and Necklace. The Rod and Necklace were gifts from Marik while they were still together. Bakura was suppose to give them back, but never did, and he wasn't planning on anytime soon. On the second to fifth shelf is where their various sex toys where locked. In fact all the wooden furniture was black, their canopy bed, the dressers, the closet doors, the desk, the TV stand even the inward side of their bedroom door was black, the outward side was white for obviously reasons. The curtains and bedding were black satin. The door handles all matched and were carved into something, Ryou was never really sure what, but the looked really neat. The thing Ryou liked most about their room was the bed, the black canopy was a lacy satin, the headboard was thick and wide because it was actually a hidden compartment, where the lubes, whips, chains, cuffs, and other toys they used most often where hidden. The most noticeable feature about was the colour of the walls and ceiling, it was a dark brownish grey, with Egyptian hieroglyphics running up and down the entire wall where the display case was.
All in all Bakura did an excellent job, better then any interior designer could have done. Of course this room cost a fortune. Speaking of Bakura…
Ryou gulped at the thought of having to face Bakura… after what happened earlier… wait… when did happen? What time it is? What day is it? How long had he been out cold? Groaning, Ryou slipped out of the king sized bed on the hardwood floor, did Bakura build houses in his past lives? Did they have houses in his past life? What kind of houses would they have had? Wait a minute...why the hell am was he thinking this....and where's Bakura?
~
Television… one of the greatest inventions of mankind… there were a lot of creations in this time that amazed him. Cars, lights, microwaves, refrigerators and the television. All which made life so much easier.
Bakura stretched out of the couch, the blood which would have taken Ryou hours to clean took only a few minutes to clean up with the power of the Millennium Ring, he was waiting for Ryou to wake up, he was staving and banned from the kitchen.
Last time he tried to cook something was back when he was with Marik, they were sitting on this very couch and hungry… it seemed like a good idea at the time… until the kitchen blew up. Luckily Ryou came home early and saved the house. Of course Marik bailed on him and he was left with a very angry hikari… whoever said hikari's can't be evil had never met Ryou… as much as Bakura hated to admit it, he was scared of Ryou that night.
Bakura continued to channel flick while wondering what he was thinking when he agreed to fuck Marik… maybe he was drunk. 'Come on the guy sent me to the shadow realm and stole MY ring, but he did give me two items… so it wasn't all bad-' Bakura's thoughts were cut short when he heard Ryou's soft footsteps ascending down the stairs.
"Bakura… I… I'm sorry about earlier." Ryou said softly while scanning the couch for a place to sit, but Bakura was tall and took up the entire length of the sofa.
"Feh… whatever." Bakura replied carelessly. Truth of the matter is that he was pissed off, and trying not to take his frustrations out on Ryou.
Ryou on the other hand was holding back tears that threatened to fall. "Oh… Bak-"
"Look, Ryou, just go away. I don't even want to look at you right now. Go cook something." Bakura snapped, he glanced at Ryou for a second, the look on Ryou's face made a sudden wave of guilt flow through his body.
Without a word Ryou left the den where Bakura was and headed into the kitchen to prepare supper… err… a meal of some sort. Since Ryou really wasn't sure what day or time it was, but cooking usually made him feel better.
/Bakura…/
//What the fuck do you want?//
/What day is it?/
//Friday//
/Thank you/
//Shut up!//
With that Bakura cut their mind link off sharply. Minutes later the front door opened and slammed shut. Bakura was gone.
Ryou sat down at the kitchen table and cried.
~
He didn't know why he had gotten so mad at Ryou. It's not like Ryou meant to do it, but when he looked at Ryou something inside of him snapped. At least it didn't turn physical. Even though he and Ryou where a perfect match, their relationship was starting to fall apart, the sex was still great, but there was more to a relationship then just sex, he had learned that lesson the hard way, well what he had with Marik really wasn't a relationship, it involved nothing more then sex. Maybe this was just a bad time with Ryou graduating, he didn't want to admit; he just wanted to pretend that everything was prefect, but it wasn't. In fact Bakura realized there was a lot of things he didn't want to admit, maybe that was the problem.
It was funny, this whole thing started over some stupid little thing, over an accident. Maybe he really did have an anger management problem, and the thought for Ryou leaving him or him leaving Ryou seemed unbearable. He had grow almost accustom to everything about Ryou.
Bakura opened up their mind link only to learn that Ryou was crying, crying over him. No one has ever cried over him before thus more guilt hit him.
~
Ryou's tears stopped falling a while go but his sobs continued, the sound of the door opening caught Ryou's attention, was Bakura home? Was Bakura even coming home? Heavy footsteps and the sound of the door shutting aroused Ryou's curiosity.
Ryou rose from his seat, quickly wiping his face and eyes he walked toward the main entrance, only grabbed from behind, turned around and pulled into a very passionate kiss. Ryou was in shock but kissed back.
After what seemed like forever they pulled apart, Bakura looked down at Ryou and smiled. "Ryou, I may be it, but I won't say it." Bakura informed Ryou before picking him up bridal style.
"What would you be sorry for?" Ryou replied, he knew Bakura had a hard time saying certain phrases such as: I'm Sorry, Thank you, I love you, and the biggest one: I was wrong. Bakura started up the stairs when alas his stomach informed him that wild make up sex would have to wait until after he eaten supper.
"I shouldn't have flipped over something so stupid, now feed me before I die!" Bakura said as he carried Ryou into the kitchen. Bakura knew that even if get got down on his knees and begged Ryou for forgiveness it would not take back the tears Ryou cried, or the seed of doubt that was planted in the boy's heart.
~
Bakura ripped his bloody raw meat to pieces violently. "Bakura, it's dead." Bakura looked from his food and mumbled something that sounded like: I know that!
Bakura had blood running down his chin, blood on his forehead and blood in hair, it looked like he tried to wash his face with the bloody mass of meat
"Bakura-sama, about the carnival…" Ryou started, Bakura just nodded signifying he was listening. "I think we should go!"
Bakura swallowed the mouth full steak before he gave his reply. "You're not going to hit me in the head again are you?" The yami snickered.
"BAKURA! I'm being serious! I want to spend some quality time with you!" Ryou said as he smacked Bakura's hand away from his leg.
"Well we can spend a lot of quality time together… up stairs in our bed." Bakura continued his advances, which consisted of trying to feel his hikari up.
"I want to spend quality time with you… outside of this house!" Ryou put extra emphasis the last for words in to get his point across, slapping away Bakura's hand from his thigh.
Bakura just rolled his eyes. "I don't want to go outside, what if someone saw me? The Great Touzokuoh Bakura, at a carnival? By the way… what is a carnival?" Ryou fell right out his chair after Bakura's speech.
"Let me get this straight, you don't want to go the carnival and you don't even know what it is?" That's when the greatest idea ever known to man hit Ryou. Bakura was clueless here, if Bakura wouldn't come on his own, Ryou could just tell a little white lie. A carnival could be a weapons convention; Bakura wouldn't know the difference, but first…
"Yes!" Bakura answered with a nod.
"Bakura… is your reputation really more important to you then I am?" Ryou asked sweetly. If this didn't work… he'd have to lie… and he would get caught.
Bakura froze; this was one of those trick questions! If he said yes, my reputation is more important, he'd be sleeping on the couch for a week, if he said no, you're more important, he'd have to go… the couch was really lonely in the middle of the night… reputation vs. sex. This was an easy one.
"Fine, I'll go!" Bakura growled, "Now can we have sex? I haven't finished raping you yet!"
"Carry me upstairs and you can rape me all night."
~*~*~
I'll end it there because it's long enough… the lemon will be happen next chapter! Too much lemon yet?
Chapter Title: To the Carnival Part I (my Longest Chapter)
Rating: NC-17 [duh! Like I'd write anything else?]
Pairing(s): Bakura/Ryou and Ryou/Bakura; implied Marik x Bakura and Marik x Malik :P
Warning: Blood, Yaoi, lemon, Sadism, abuse, other dark themes, a lovesick authoress who loves blood and death…BDSM
I was informed I wasn't using a disclaimer;
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, if I did Bakura and Ryou would be fucking each other senseless…
To AutumnRose: I just was making sure you all knew what Bakura meant when he said that… I know what it means… if I had used Masochist I wouldn't have bothered defining it. But I used small words so Bakura would understand
Bakura: Are you calling me slow?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! What gave you that idea… *rolls eyes* anyways I have gotten no flames saying yaoi is bad… just 3 emails…. so I'm doing great…
To Everyone who is unhappy about Anzu: look, the Anzu in this fic doesn't give friendship speeches so I just warn you, Anzu is OOC, it's fandom! I can change the characters to my will! And I changed Anzu! Don't worry, your like this Anzu!
Oh, If you like pointless smut you may want to check out "Three Bakura's… One Bed…" if you like this fic you'll like it. Check out my site to find it, or look in my profile!
I want everyone to read this:
I DON'T CARE IF YOU LIKE YAOI OR NOT, so don't email me bitching about it… because I don't care… it's your own fault for reading it. I told you there was a Yaoi Lemon! I TOLD YOU! You read it on your own… I didn't force you to read it!
Not Much lemon here, just a bit… but I must include a warning so:
WARNING! THIS CHAPTER HAS LEMON!!! BAKURA FUCKING RYOU!
Can you see that?
Oh if you haven't guessed who's at the door it's…
~*~*~
Bakura growled, how dare those morons interrupt his fun… his first plan was pretend they weren't home, but Ryou was too loud.
"Come on we know your home… answer the door."
Ryou was in no condition to answer the door… that meant he'd have to. If he didn't go the morons would continue to annoy him. Between sighing and growling Bakura pulled himself out of his hikari, causing said hikari to whimper. "Shut up. I'll be back in a minute. Until then, don't pass out!"
Bakura opened the door enough to he could see who was there, but not enough so that they could see the bloody mess… or Ryou's naked body on the floor. He could see out, they couldn't see in. It worked nicely. Looking out he saw tan skin, violet eyes and blonde hair. Times two. Malik and Marik. Always count on them to interrupt you during sex.
"What the hell do you morons want!?" Bakura spat. He wasn't in the mood for this. He was in the mood for more bloody sex with Ryou. Not standing at the door with his ex-lover and hikari.
"We wanted to know if you and Ryou-chan wanted to come with us to the carnival that's is tomorrow and tomorrow only?" Malik said holding up a flyer of some sort. Bakura really didn't care.
"Ryou-chan? Whatever. If I say 'no' will you go away?" Bakura asked, to which Malik shook his head. "If I say 'yes' will you go away?" Malik nodded. "Then yes. But don't wait for us to show up." Bakura snickered; he grabbed the flyer and slammed the door in their faces.
Bakura moved back towards Ryou who was no longer in the position he was left in, instead Ryou flipped over and was now sitting up right, trying to rub the blood from his eyes that had come form his temple. "What did they want Bakura-sama?"
"Something about a carnival thing. I don't know… it was nothing important!" Bakura pushed Ryou onto his back and pushed his legs part; Bakura gazed at the beautiful sight before thrusting into Ryou's body.
"A carnival? I love carnivals!" Ryou sat up too fast, a thud was heard and Bakura cursing loudly as Ryou's head hit his.
"Bitch!" Bakura smacked Ryou across the face, causing him to fall back. Ryou brought his hand up to his cheek. Bakura wrapped his hands around Ryou's throat cutting off the boy's air supply.
"Ku… ra…" Ryou managed to choke out before everything went black.
~
Ryou groaned loudly as he sat up. He blinked a few times only to realize he was sitting on their bed, and he could see. Ryou looked at his body, he was completely healed, with not even a scratch on him. Bakura had healed him?
Slowly he glanced around the room, the normally blood stained walls were spotless. He guessed Bakura had used the powers of the Ring to clean up all the blood, and to heal him.
Their bedroom had been completely designed by Bakura. He did the whole room by himself. It made Ryou wonder if Bakura had a passion for interior design… Bakura even picked out all the furniture. Not that he did a bad job. In fact Bakura had really outdone himself on this one.
On the wall furthest from the bed was an old fashion black display case, and it certainly displayed stuff. On the top shelf rested the three Millennium Items, which Bakura had, (Bakura had four in total, counting the Millennium Ring.) which consisted for the Eye, Rod, and Necklace. The Rod and Necklace were gifts from Marik while they were still together. Bakura was suppose to give them back, but never did, and he wasn't planning on anytime soon. On the second to fifth shelf is where their various sex toys where locked. In fact all the wooden furniture was black, their canopy bed, the dressers, the closet doors, the desk, the TV stand even the inward side of their bedroom door was black, the outward side was white for obviously reasons. The curtains and bedding were black satin. The door handles all matched and were carved into something, Ryou was never really sure what, but the looked really neat. The thing Ryou liked most about their room was the bed, the black canopy was a lacy satin, the headboard was thick and wide because it was actually a hidden compartment, where the lubes, whips, chains, cuffs, and other toys they used most often where hidden. The most noticeable feature about was the colour of the walls and ceiling, it was a dark brownish grey, with Egyptian hieroglyphics running up and down the entire wall where the display case was.
All in all Bakura did an excellent job, better then any interior designer could have done. Of course this room cost a fortune. Speaking of Bakura…
Ryou gulped at the thought of having to face Bakura… after what happened earlier… wait… when did happen? What time it is? What day is it? How long had he been out cold? Groaning, Ryou slipped out of the king sized bed on the hardwood floor, did Bakura build houses in his past lives? Did they have houses in his past life? What kind of houses would they have had? Wait a minute...why the hell am was he thinking this....and where's Bakura?
~
Television… one of the greatest inventions of mankind… there were a lot of creations in this time that amazed him. Cars, lights, microwaves, refrigerators and the television. All which made life so much easier.
Bakura stretched out of the couch, the blood which would have taken Ryou hours to clean took only a few minutes to clean up with the power of the Millennium Ring, he was waiting for Ryou to wake up, he was staving and banned from the kitchen.
Last time he tried to cook something was back when he was with Marik, they were sitting on this very couch and hungry… it seemed like a good idea at the time… until the kitchen blew up. Luckily Ryou came home early and saved the house. Of course Marik bailed on him and he was left with a very angry hikari… whoever said hikari's can't be evil had never met Ryou… as much as Bakura hated to admit it, he was scared of Ryou that night.
Bakura continued to channel flick while wondering what he was thinking when he agreed to fuck Marik… maybe he was drunk. 'Come on the guy sent me to the shadow realm and stole MY ring, but he did give me two items… so it wasn't all bad-' Bakura's thoughts were cut short when he heard Ryou's soft footsteps ascending down the stairs.
"Bakura… I… I'm sorry about earlier." Ryou said softly while scanning the couch for a place to sit, but Bakura was tall and took up the entire length of the sofa.
"Feh… whatever." Bakura replied carelessly. Truth of the matter is that he was pissed off, and trying not to take his frustrations out on Ryou.
Ryou on the other hand was holding back tears that threatened to fall. "Oh… Bak-"
"Look, Ryou, just go away. I don't even want to look at you right now. Go cook something." Bakura snapped, he glanced at Ryou for a second, the look on Ryou's face made a sudden wave of guilt flow through his body.
Without a word Ryou left the den where Bakura was and headed into the kitchen to prepare supper… err… a meal of some sort. Since Ryou really wasn't sure what day or time it was, but cooking usually made him feel better.
/Bakura…/
//What the fuck do you want?//
/What day is it?/
//Friday//
/Thank you/
//Shut up!//
With that Bakura cut their mind link off sharply. Minutes later the front door opened and slammed shut. Bakura was gone.
Ryou sat down at the kitchen table and cried.
~
He didn't know why he had gotten so mad at Ryou. It's not like Ryou meant to do it, but when he looked at Ryou something inside of him snapped. At least it didn't turn physical. Even though he and Ryou where a perfect match, their relationship was starting to fall apart, the sex was still great, but there was more to a relationship then just sex, he had learned that lesson the hard way, well what he had with Marik really wasn't a relationship, it involved nothing more then sex. Maybe this was just a bad time with Ryou graduating, he didn't want to admit; he just wanted to pretend that everything was prefect, but it wasn't. In fact Bakura realized there was a lot of things he didn't want to admit, maybe that was the problem.
It was funny, this whole thing started over some stupid little thing, over an accident. Maybe he really did have an anger management problem, and the thought for Ryou leaving him or him leaving Ryou seemed unbearable. He had grow almost accustom to everything about Ryou.
Bakura opened up their mind link only to learn that Ryou was crying, crying over him. No one has ever cried over him before thus more guilt hit him.
~
Ryou's tears stopped falling a while go but his sobs continued, the sound of the door opening caught Ryou's attention, was Bakura home? Was Bakura even coming home? Heavy footsteps and the sound of the door shutting aroused Ryou's curiosity.
Ryou rose from his seat, quickly wiping his face and eyes he walked toward the main entrance, only grabbed from behind, turned around and pulled into a very passionate kiss. Ryou was in shock but kissed back.
After what seemed like forever they pulled apart, Bakura looked down at Ryou and smiled. "Ryou, I may be it, but I won't say it." Bakura informed Ryou before picking him up bridal style.
"What would you be sorry for?" Ryou replied, he knew Bakura had a hard time saying certain phrases such as: I'm Sorry, Thank you, I love you, and the biggest one: I was wrong. Bakura started up the stairs when alas his stomach informed him that wild make up sex would have to wait until after he eaten supper.
"I shouldn't have flipped over something so stupid, now feed me before I die!" Bakura said as he carried Ryou into the kitchen. Bakura knew that even if get got down on his knees and begged Ryou for forgiveness it would not take back the tears Ryou cried, or the seed of doubt that was planted in the boy's heart.
~
Bakura ripped his bloody raw meat to pieces violently. "Bakura, it's dead." Bakura looked from his food and mumbled something that sounded like: I know that!
Bakura had blood running down his chin, blood on his forehead and blood in hair, it looked like he tried to wash his face with the bloody mass of meat
"Bakura-sama, about the carnival…" Ryou started, Bakura just nodded signifying he was listening. "I think we should go!"
Bakura swallowed the mouth full steak before he gave his reply. "You're not going to hit me in the head again are you?" The yami snickered.
"BAKURA! I'm being serious! I want to spend some quality time with you!" Ryou said as he smacked Bakura's hand away from his leg.
"Well we can spend a lot of quality time together… up stairs in our bed." Bakura continued his advances, which consisted of trying to feel his hikari up.
"I want to spend quality time with you… outside of this house!" Ryou put extra emphasis the last for words in to get his point across, slapping away Bakura's hand from his thigh.
Bakura just rolled his eyes. "I don't want to go outside, what if someone saw me? The Great Touzokuoh Bakura, at a carnival? By the way… what is a carnival?" Ryou fell right out his chair after Bakura's speech.
"Let me get this straight, you don't want to go the carnival and you don't even know what it is?" That's when the greatest idea ever known to man hit Ryou. Bakura was clueless here, if Bakura wouldn't come on his own, Ryou could just tell a little white lie. A carnival could be a weapons convention; Bakura wouldn't know the difference, but first…
"Yes!" Bakura answered with a nod.
"Bakura… is your reputation really more important to you then I am?" Ryou asked sweetly. If this didn't work… he'd have to lie… and he would get caught.
Bakura froze; this was one of those trick questions! If he said yes, my reputation is more important, he'd be sleeping on the couch for a week, if he said no, you're more important, he'd have to go… the couch was really lonely in the middle of the night… reputation vs. sex. This was an easy one.
"Fine, I'll go!" Bakura growled, "Now can we have sex? I haven't finished raping you yet!"
"Carry me upstairs and you can rape me all night."
~*~*~
I'll end it there because it's long enough… the lemon will be happen next chapter! Too much lemon yet?