Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ryou’s Series of Misfortunate Events: Heat Wave ❯ Tension ( Chapter 2 )

 

Title: Ryou's Series of Misfortunate Events: Part 2: Heat Wave

Chapter Title: Chapter 2: Tension

Rating: X

Pairing(s): Bakura x Ryou. Kinda Zork x Ryou kinda thing... you'll see.

Warning(s): Yaoi, abuse, Bakura OOCness, Blood, cussing and implied solo.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh…

/Ryou to Bakura/

//Bakura to Ryou//

-Zork to Bakura-

~Bakura to Zork~

~ Scene/time change

`Thoughts'

“This is spoken Egyptian”

 

A/N: Sorry about the late update... please... forgive me? I made this chapter worth the wait if that means anything....

 

It's been a while since I wrote anything lemony... minus 'Real Intentions' which is het... so I gave all my loyal readers... that's you... a little yaoi snippet. Mwhahahaha... hope you all enjoy...

 

 

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Bakura growled as he headed towards the tomb of King Atemu's father. His mind was still focused on the night before... what Zork had said... and that kiss. He had kissed his hikari before but not like that. He wondered if Zork was all talk... or rather he hoped Zork was all talk. The thought of Zork forcing him on Ryou made his heart ache. His thoughts suddenly turned to those of self-loathing. He wasn't supposed to care, he wasn't supposed to feel like this, and not towards someone as weak and pathetic as his host. He was supposed to be the great King of Thieves, not some love sick school boy.

 

He took is sudden frustrations out on Kuru-Eruna, pushing the loyal animal to move faster. The sturdy powerful horse was being pushed to his limits, however it obeyed his master's command and pushed the exhaustion away.

 

“Come on Kuru-Eruna, we're almost there.” Bakura murmured in the horse's ear. The tomb slowly appeared in the distance over the massive sand dunes.

 

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Ryou sighed to himself. He didn't understand why Bakura had walked away like that, after all the progress he had made with him, from horrific beatings to an almost loving relationship. Everything between had changed during the snowstorm, however, it was more or less as if Bakura was forcing himself to be nice at times and other times it was as if he had always been like that. He was well aware that change never happens over night, and that Bakura really was working at it but sometimes it were as if Bakura didn't want to change, but forced himself to be affectionate or caring because he had to.

 

Forced or not he liked the change that had occurred during and after the snowstorm. One memory that stood out was the rat in the sink. He smiled every time he thought about it. Heck he smiled whenever he though of any of the events that came to pass during the snowstorm.

 

Ryou groaned when he rose from his slightly uncomfortable sitting position to a standing one. His legs ached with cramps, his muscles stretched out as he yawned. Bakura had left before dawn, the spirit was a awake when Ryou drifted to sleep by the fire Bakura had made, and when he awoke this morning Bakura was gone, and the fire had died. Last night... after the kiss neither spoke, not even a simple 'goodnight' was uttered. There were so many things Ryou had wanted to say... but couldn't seem to put thoughts to words.

 

Moving from the damp and dark cave into the bright and harsh sunlight caused the boy to shield his eyes but only for a second, giving himself time to adjust. The area was so undesert like, it had greenery and water and a waterfall. It was nothing like the textbooks had said. He outside the cave for only a few minutes, but found himself severely overdressed, one thing the textbooks were right about was the fact... it was hot as in sweat to death hot. Unable to do much else he stripped down to his boxers.

 

There wasn't much for him to do so he spent most of his day gathering fire wood, afterwards he stripped his boxers off and went for a swim.

 

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Bakura couldn't believe his luck. The trip to the former, and very much dead, King's tomb was more than well worth it. Not only was he now a self made millionaire, but he could also participate in Shadow Games. The sick and very twisted idea that had formed in his head, he did have to credit Zork as well, was the reason for the casket that was tied to Kuru-Eurna. He wasn't sure where to next, back the oasis or straight to the palace. He thought about it for a minute and decided it would be best to go the palace under the cover of darkness, which wasn't for quite some time.

 

As he made is way back the oasis he stopped cold in tracks after finally hearing the thuds of the casket. There was no way he could allow Ryou to see this. He knew the perfect place to hide his little surprise for Atemu. The city that burned yesterday would be empty and was fairly close and in the direction of the Palace.

 

After dropping off the decaying Royal's body he headed towards the oasis with his new found fortune. However as he rounded the last turn in the maze of paths that lead to his hidden home away from home he was met with a sight that literally took his breath away. All thoughts drained from his mind, his throat suddenly became dryer than the desert itself, he was frozen in place with mouth gaped as he stared at Ryou's naked, beautifully flawless body, using the waterfall as a makeshift shower. Ryou was standing back to and was unaware of Bakura's presence.

 

-Your tongue is getting dusty... what are you trying to do? Catch flies?-

 

Zork drawled lazily. Bakura almost immediately shut his mouth, but continued to rake his eyes over Ryou's lithe form. The droplets of water reflected the sun's rays in a haze of glittering awe.

 

Ryou turned to his side slightly to allow the gushing water to cleanse him. He opened his eyes a fraction... that was until he saw Bakura looking at him, then they shot open and a deep scarlet, almost the same colour as Bakura's cloak, blush was painted over his cheeks. He did the only thing he could think of and sat down in the water, using it to cover himself. He also gave Bakura a death glare.

 

Bakura gave his host a strange look, pretending nothing had even happen. But figured it best to leave... not only for Ryou's privacy... but also his own. As he now had a litt... err... a big hard problem in his southern area he needed to attend to. Quickly.

 

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Ryou watched as Bakura turned his back on him and left, not noticing the large bulging problem his Yami had. He couldn't believe he didn't notice Bakura sooner... speaking of which, just how long was Bakura standing there?

 

A wave of embarrassment flooded his thoughts and he became very self-conscious. As soon as he was safely out of the water he covered himself with every single article of clothing he had discarded throughout the day. Ryou moved out of the sun and back to dampness of the cave, which was slowly become his new home. He groaned and waited for Bakura to return, he was unsure as to why he would wait, but waited nevertheless. However as the hours past, there remained no sign of Bakura.

 

~Warning Solo!~

 

His back was flush against the rocky cliff. His right hand was vigorously pumping his hard cock. His eye lids drifted shut as he let the waves of self induced pleasure carry him closer to climax.

 

Ryou in all his naked glory, on his knee's before him. Licking and lapping his length with that... that tongue.

 

Bakura groaned and allowed the mental images play in his thoughts.

 

Ryou swirled his tongue over the slit, drinking in the pre-cum that was leaking from him, before taking the head of his cock in his mouth and sucking on it. His hikari wrapped his right hand around his base, applying varying amounts of pressure.

 

Bakura's hand couldn't seem to move fast enough to satisfy the aching need he had. For Ryou. For that lithe body, that incredible body that incited new desire that ached the entire length of his cock.

 

Spiky white hair bobbing down and up, sweet wet heat sliding down and up... sucking licking, humming and grazing and...

 

Bakura gave a final groan and released violently, his cum sprayed in every direction. He gasped and jerked in the aftermath of his orgasm.

 

-So... now you think of him while you whack off... I must admit that was a rather erotic picture-

 

~Shut up~

 

Bakura snapped, being in no mood to listen to Zork's taunts. He wiped the sticky cum on a rag he kept on his person for such a reason. He quickly covered himself and just stood not moving, with his eyes closed.

 

-It's time to leave... time to go to the palace.-

 

~Kukuku....~

 

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Okay... I know it's short... but.... hey... I have to work out some... details.. and figured I shouldn't keep you all waiting any longer.

 

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