Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Shiver ❯ One-Shot

Shiver

Disclaimer: I don't own Yuugiou OR Maroon 5. Saa. Actually, I don't own much of anything. Poor me. But I do think I'm the first one to think of Shiver in relation to Bakura and Ryou… mou. This fic is to make up for not giving you people the lemon… of course, it's only a lime… but that's O.K., right? Oh, and in case the cord usually plugged into your brain got disconnected, this is YAOI. Boys doing bad things with other boys. Hahaha!

Oh yes, and this could be classified as… semi-psychological smut. Tee-hee, doesn't that sound funny?

Ryou Bakura stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot of Ramen sitting on the stove. Why Ramen, you ask? …Well, Ryou frankly wasn't all that great a cook-he could cook noodles and vegetable stir fry, but little else-and his yami always expected at least a decent dinner. The solution, as usually is in anime, was instant Ramen. He set the timer for five minutes (because although Ramen claims it cooks in three minutes, it really doesn't), and leaned against the counter, waiting.

Ryou was caught by surprise as the stereo speakers in the den exploded to life. A fun-sounding guitar riff pranced along the air, and a male voice began singing.

After a few seconds, Ryou began to pick up the tune and started humming.

You build me up
You knock me down
Provoke a smile
And make me frown
You are the queen of runaround
You know it's true

Bakura strolled into the kitchen, taking in the scent of Ramen. "Are you almost finished with supper, yadonushi?" Bakura draped his arms over his host, causing Ryou's cheeks to go crimson. It wasn't often that Bakura was affectionate; usually, he skipped the…

"Ahem," Bakura said, the rumble in his throat shaking Ryou from his less than innocent thoughts.

"Eh?" Ryou suddenly found himself pushed against the cabinets. "Bakura?"

The yami smirked. "Yadonushi," came the sultry whisper, and that was all the warning Ryou got before his yami pounced on him.

You chew me up
You spit me out
Enjoy the taste
I leave in your mouth
You look at me
I look at you
Neither of us know what to do

Before Ryou knew it, Bakura had forced him into quite the compromising position. The dark spirit was making soft little noises as he nipped at the hikari's neck.

Of course. This was always how it was; Bakura would have his fun, and Ryou would let him because…

…Because he loved Bakura. Though it made Ryou doubt his sanity, he couldn't help but love his yami. All his yami wanted him for was his body, and Ryou let him have his way. Ryou had always been smart, and he knew by now that Bakura would never love him. All he could find with his yami was lust, but there was a tiny voice in his heart that said that if he gave in just enough… his yami would love him back.

Ryou knew the voice was lying, and had even told it so on multiple occasions, but-

"Aah!" Ryou yelped, Bakura's actions breaking him from his thoughts. Ryou realized that while his mind had wandered, Bakura had managed to tug his shirt off.

"What you thinking about, yadonushi?" Bakura asked, crossing his arms and flopping down on Ryou's chest.

"N-nothing," Ryou stuttered, blushing.

There may not
Be another way to your heart
So I guess I'd better find a new way in
I shiver when I hear your name
Think about you but it's not the same
I won't be satisfied `til I'm under your skin

"Hontou ni?" Ryou felt the wet caress of Bakura's tongue against his neck.

"Hai, Bakura-sama!"

"Bakura-sama? I like the sound of that," Bakura said, his oral exploration taking a more southward journey.

Ryou's stomach muscles quivered in the presence of Bakura's lips. A small moan escaped without his permission.

"You like that, do you?" Ryou made a few more interesting sounds in response. "Good. Because I like it, too…"

Ryou grasped the spiky ivory locks of Bakura's hair, hissing as Bakura's fingertips slithered across his hips.

"Don't pull my hair until it gets good, yadonushi. You're so silly."

Immobilized by the thought of you
Paralyzed by the sight of you
Hypnotized by the words you say
Not true but I believe `em anyway

Ryou quickly let go of the pale tresses, instead grabbing hold of Bakura's shirt and twisting in around his fingers. He bit his lip, holding back all the sounds his vocal cords were bursting to form.

"Go ahead, ukes are allowed to mewl."

Ryou blushed at the thought, trying to bring his hikari-like, non-hentai-esque state of mind back to the surface… of course, what Bakura was doing wasn't helping Ryou's predicament any.

"Ba-Bakura!" Ryou managed to gasp out between his heavy breathing. The yami really knew how to make someone hard…eek!

"Hn?"

"How- how do you feel… about me?" Ryou found his query interrupted several times by his yami's questing fingers.

The fingertips hesitated, temporarily halting their journey across Ryou's chest.

Bakura thought for a moment, before grasping Ryou's fingers and holding them up to his lips. He gave the index a tentative lick. "Yummy. You're yummy, yadonushi."

So come to bed it's getting late
There's no more time for us to waste
Remember how my body tastes
You feel your heart begin to race

Bakura switched to the middle finger, sucking on it lightly. Ryou squirmed at the suggestiveness of all this. If this went on for much longer…

Well, let's just say that Ryou didn't want to end up on a floor he hadn't mopped in at least two years. He would have to remember to do a better job of keeping the house clean, he decided.

Ahh, but there Bakura goes… Bakura had begun fiddling with the waist of Ryou's jeans, toying lazily with the snap.

RIIIIIIIIING! The two were interrupted from their `activities' by the loud noise a certain timer was emitting. Bakura stared at the pot sitting on the stove for a moment, before jumping to his feet. "RAMEN!"

Bakura heaped mounds of the noodles onto his plate with a spatula*; Ryou gazed dazedly at him, wondering vaguely why he felt so unfulfilled. Oh, right… food.

Ryou sighed, pulling his shirt on over his head and redoing the button on his pants. He pulled

himself to his feet, leaning against the counter as he tried to pull himself together. He figured Bakura would probably want to finish what he had started as soon as he finished wolfing down his meal, so Ryou decided to force down some food.

Thinking about their relationship really made Ryou sick to his stomach. He was so compliant, so utterly submissive, and Bakura didn't give a damn about him except for his body. It was saddening and nauseating; Ryou felt the massive urge to retch. He wanted Bakura's love so much, but…

He wasn't sure Bakura even knew how to love. Ryou moodily stabbed at his noodles with his chopsticks, glancing over at the object of his affections. Bakura had only a bite of Ramen left on his plate, meaning that the spirit would do one of two things: he would either A) pile more Ramen on his plate, or B) give in to his libido and attack Ryou again.

Bakura licked the last of the Ramen flavoring from his fingers (he refused to use chopsticks**), turning hungry crimson eyes to his hikari.

Apparently, B was the answer! Congratulations to all of you who chose B!

"Silly, pretty, yummy yadonushi."

There may not
Be another way to your heart
So I guess I'd better find a new way in
I shiver when I hear your name
Think about you but it's not the same
I won't be satisfied `til I'm under your skin

AN: Err… does that count as a lime? I'm not entirely sure… I've been having brain troubles lately, truth be told. I think I made Bakura have a strange oral fixation… like Seth-chan! Er… dun ask.

*It's mostly not logical to use a spatula when dipping noodles-I use a spoon myself. But Ryou has already confessed to his inadequate cooking skills… and I just like spatulas!

**I imagine Baku-chan would resist moving into the modern world… at least, that's what I think. I wonder, does this have any effect at all on the story? I think not.

And…err…

Yadonushi- host

Hontou ni?- really?

Err… I hope you know what the rest of them mean… because… I IS TOO TIRED! MOU! Err… I hope you enjoyed the fic. Please review!