Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Silver ❯ Chapter 2

Seto waited for Ryou to make his decision, he didn't think he'd shamed Lord Wraith, but he might have, and he didn't want to assume.

 

“Yes, if you want to.” Seto was surprised by that response. Why wouldn't he want to? Even Marik hadn't realised who he was, proof enough that the glamor Ryou used on him worked, and he'd even enjoyed it when Wraith pushed him just a little further than he'd agreed. The only reason he'd had a problem watching Wraith deal with Marik was that he felt he should have dealt with the spirit himself, and he'd kept on feeling these tugs at his Shadow Magic, pulling him off balance mentally. Then he felt Silver's hands on his body, starting to massage him and he couldn't keep from moaning in pleasure. But he couldn't help think that he wouldn't have needed this if they'd stayed, he hadn't actually had any real problems until Ryou took them through the Shadow Realm.

 

“Lord Wraith, why did we have to leave when we did?” He wondered as he spoke why he'd used that name, then dismissed it, it wasn't important.

 

“Because I didn't want to take the risk that anyone would figure out I'd been the one to hurt Marik. Screams like his couldn't come from anything consensual; Velvet Glove isn't one of the bottom feeder clubs where the slaves really are slaves, abused and owned, and where consent doesn't matter, or where it's acceptable for two Masters to fight over a slave, or to sell a slave without his consent.” And the only way people wouldn't be certain that Ryou had hurt Marik was if he wasn't seen coming out of the room? Even though people had seen them all go in together? But he was supposed to leave all of that to Ryou, and besides he wouldn't be considered at fault for what happened to Marik. And there was something else that intrigued him more.

 

“Bottom feeder clubs?” He wasn't really focusing on what Ryou said that much any more, somehow Silver's massage was making him feel sleepy and almost sated...and just a little bit guilty, since he knew Silver had been as badly affected by Ryou's confrontation with Marik and their swift exit through the Shadow Realm as he had.

 

“That's where people who don't really care about their slaves gather, generally they're illegal, or at least the things that happen there are. We were invited to visit one once, because I only do bloodplay in public and because Silver is the perfect slave to be honest, I refused to have anything to do with anyone I saw there after that.” Yes, Silver really was the perfect slave, as long as you didn't know about Touzokuou, Seto was well aware that he dominated Bronze purely because his Master wished it, and what greater submission was there for Silver than to go against his nature like that?

 

“You didn't approve of the morals there? But you couldn't do anything legal. Could I?” He enjoyed this, and he knew what it was like to be enslaved, even if he'd entered into his slavery with open eyes, for Mokuba's sake, it had gone far beyond what he'd expected when he won that chess game.

 

“Not really, the bottom feeder clubs tend to move around too much for any efforts to control them to work. And while I didn't approve of the way they treated their slaves what got me was when one bastard challenged me for Silver. I gave him a heart attack using my Shadow Magic, after I'd beaten him.” Not quite the response he was expecting, Seto was still mulling it over when Silver seemed to have finished the massage.

 

He felt Ryou slap him on the ass and started in shock, twisting to look at him. He had an arm around Silver's waist, holding the slave to his body, with Silver's head resting on his chest. “How are you feeling? I'm talking about physically more than emotionally.” Seto suspected that Ryou'd meant emotionally too, and added that in to cater to him, so he answered both questions at the same time.

 

“Completely recovered. What about Silver?”

 

“I think it helped being instructed to pamper you like that. And it'll make him feel even better when I take him.” Ryou frowned, appearing to concentrate on something, probably to do with the Shadow Magic he finally acknowledged he could sense stirring between the pair. Seto didn't like it when he sensed that, it always made him feel like an outsider, even if he didn't admit it to himself. “It's as if Bakura-sama isn't aware of what's happening, I can only sense what I feel when he's in submission, acting as Silver. It's not even like it was at the start of the evening, or most of the time when you're here.”

 

“Is it like what he `feels like' when I'm not here and you're playing with him?”

 

“Yes. Except for at The Foxhole and when I was learning how to Top, then he felt like he does when you're here. Why?”

 

“I...think you should ask him about his aspects when he gets back to normal. He told me in confidence.” Seto rolled over and half sat up, shrugging. Ryou didn't seem too happy about hearing that, but he did accept it. “Still, I can usually get him to feel like he does when you're with us at will. I can't this time. I've got an idea about how to help him. You can either get dressed and out of the way, or you can help.”

 

“Help how?”

 

“I plan to take him. You can either lie back, prepare me and let me ride you at the same time, or you can leave.” Ryou wasn't going to give him much control if he accepted his offer, but...

 

“Where's the lube?” Ryou laughed and handed Silver over to him.

 

“Keep hold of him while I get some packets and see to something else. It's a bad idea to use the same container of lube on more than one bottom.” Seto remembered then that the oil Ryou used with him always smelled slightly different to the oil he used with Silver. Probably a way to keep them separate, and the first time he'd used packets of lube. He lay back, letting Silver rest his head over his heart the way he had with Mokuba when his brother was younger and had a nightmare. Ryou wasn't gone too long, even if he was naked by the time he returned carrying three or four packets of lube.

 

“Give him back to me.” Seto watched as Ryou began slowly undressing Silver, lavishing attention on every part of his body as it was revealed. Once Silver was naked Ryou knelt over Seto's waist and laid Silver down with his back against Seto's legs and his legs splayed on either side of Ryou's waist and Seto's torso. “Prepare me while I prepare him.”

 

Seto decided to just do the same thing to Ryou that he did when he was preparing himself and used a gradual escalation from one finger, to two, and finally three. He was encouraged by Ryou's quiet words, waiting for permission before adding each finger and stopped when he thought Ryou would be ready.

 

“I need a bit more prep than that. I don't bottom often and only to Silver before this. You should be flattered.” He was, and he accepted that Ryou was going to be in charge even if he was the one being taken without question.

 

“I'm going to move the both of us onto your knees, I'd like you to sit up a bit once I've moved, nearly upright. Then I'll take you into me, and place Silver onto me once I've got my back against your chest. Then I'll pull Silver onto me, he'll probably wrap his legs around both of us.” The words weren't entirely clear, but that didn't matter to Seto, he'd gotten a clear picture from Ryou's mind and he obeyed. He shut his eyes as Ryou sank down onto him, the tight heat was incredible, and Silver's massage had been arousing as well as soothing; he needed to focus on not coming immediately. The next thing he felt was Ryou shifting about on his lap to impale Silver and Silver's legs wrapping around them both.

 

Seto didn't really pay any attention to how Ryou moved them both, focusing instead on staying still, but eventually he couldn't, and he began to thrust himself, despite the weight he was bearing. But that was just frustrating, and he lay back and rolled until they were all on their sides, so he could thrust freely. Seto wasn't sure who climaxed first, just that afterwards they were all lying tangled together, sticky and sweaty. But Ryou was the one to sit up first, managing to disengage from Seto somehow, and presumably from Silver too, then reaching down and stroking their hair back away from their face.

 

“I started running a bath before I came back, and I left one of our smarter Shadow Creatures to turn it off when it was full. Want to join us, Seto?” Ryou stood as he spoke, and picked Silver up gently as he finished.

 

“No.” Seto had the time to share a bath with them, but he was sure that Ryou was only offering from duty, and he didn't want that. “But I'll take a shower and get cleaned up...after you've sent the Shadow Creature away.”

 

“Wait here with Silver then. He'll bring you to the bathroom once I've dismissed her.” Her? It didn't matter. “Silver.” Ryou took hold of Silver's chin, tilting his face until he was looking at Ryou. “You may speak to tell Seto when He can come to the bathroom.” Then Ryou left and Silver curled closer to Seto, who automatically pulled him into his arms as Silver had so many times for him. But this was much more satisfying than that was emotionally he reflected.

 

“We can go now.” Silver's voice was quiet, but Seto heard him and they went to the bathroom together, Seto stepping into the shower while Silver climbed into the bath, and Ryou's arms. As Seto was leaving after he'd finished he saw Silver reach up to touch his collar, and the collar disappeared.

 

-o-()-o-

 

Ryou expected Bakura to back away after he triggered the glamor hiding his collar, and he focused on the wards to let him do so without being embarrassed about it. But he didn't, instead he just snuggled closer to Ryou, and it bothered him a little bit. Ryou bit his lip, and kept on holding his yami, stroking his hair gently, as if Bakura was still Silver.

 

:Are you alright Bakura-sama?: For some reason he felt it was important to speak mind to mind, to reassure him, and Ryou went with his instincts, even if he didn't know why.

 

-Don't call me that Yadonushi-sama, please. Just use my name, no honorific, not now.- Ryou realised then that Bakura didn't feel the same as he usually did when he'd hidden his collar. He felt a little like a blend of how he was with Seto, Bronze, around for their games, with how he was when Ryou was the only person there and they weren't playing.

 

:If you want Bakura. But you didn't answer my question, how are you feeling after what happened?: Ryou stopped petting Bakura then, sliding that hand down to join the other at his shoulders, and holding his lover away from his body just a little.

 

-A bit insecure Yadonushi-sama.- Why was Bakura using the honorific when he'd asked Ryou not to? -P-please, hold me close again.- Bakura only continued after Ryou'd wrapped him up in another embrace. -I...knew that all I could do to help you deal with Marik was to let you use my Shadow Magic however you wanted. And at the same time I knew that if you...failed to deal with him you expected me to just run, desert you, and I had to keep Seto from realising you felt at any risk. I...the only way I could do that was to just stop thinking really, retreat into obedience and trust in you, then something went wrong when you pulled on my Shadow Magic again and my mind sort of went dormant.- He shrugged in Ryou's arms. -I don't know how else to explain it.- Ryou got the feeling there was something Bakura wasn't telling him, but he did know one thing that might get him some answers.

 

:Seto told me I should ask you about your aspects. Can you explain what he meant?:

 

-I'm sorry Yadonushi-sama! I should have told you first, not him. And you shouldn't have to ask, but...I was scared.- It wasn't even a reluctant admission of his fear, which was what Ryou would have expected from Bakura, it was more as if his fear of revealing this had extended to a fear of mentioning it too. -There's three aspects, to me, my core self, Bakura, and I only let that show unadulterated when I'm alone or only with people I know I can trust implicitly - and I don't trust anyone but you like that. Then there's Silver, and Touzokuou. Touzokuou is the persona that developed when all my family and kin were slaughtered when I was a child, and he's what I show the world, because I don't feel it's safe to show my core self fully. Until you received the Millennium Ring even those I trusted most only got to see Bakura merged with Touzokuou, since they were mostly criminals like me, but that's what most people see in this time, since life isn't quite as dangerous in ways that require Touzokuou. Silver only emerged recently...I created him after you freed me from Zork's control, letting me kill him, I'd rather not go into too much detail on that, but the elements I used to form him always existed. I told the Priest to think of it as a form of self-induced and highly controlled multiple personality syndrome, except both Touzokuou and Silver are subordinated to and controlled by my core personality.-

 

:It's alright. I'm not upset.: Ryou actually was, a bit, but he understood that sometimes it's easier to tell something to a near stranger than to your lover. Bakura just nuzzled into Ryou's chest, asking for a bit more comfort. :So, you normally let Silver take over when we play?:

 

-Yes. You named him, and it's good not to have to think sometimes. But when you want me to think, when we're playing with Bronze I...my core self merges with Silver. Most of my reactions are Silver's, but I have my normal capacity for thought.- That sounded strange, that apparently Silver wasn't capable of thinking as well as Bakura did, but Ryou didn't question it, not yet, there'd be time for that later, if Bakura was willing to talk about it in the future.

 

:Is that why you have issues with Bronze? Because you have to merge with Silver when we're playing with him?: Ryou wasn't entirely certain about his deduction, and a little hurt as well, that Bakura'd had to create a whole new persona to love him, even if he did show more trust in Ryou than he had in anyone else, ever.

 

-Not really. I'm not a switch, but even merged with Silver I can't refuse to do anything you want. If I could I'd just do whatever it took to make Bronze refuse to submit to me.- Bakura drew away just a little bit, presumably from the shame Ryou sensed from him through their link.

 

:Even merged with Silver? Do you mean that you can only refuse me when you don't have any merging with Silver active? And I'm sorry, I'll stop trying to make you act like a switch. I'll treat you only as my slave and I won't ask you to get involved with Bronze anymore if it bothers you.: Ryou pulled Bakura back against his chest, stroking his hair in comfort and reassurance.

 

-Th-thank you.- Bakura nuzzled against his chest. -I wish I hadn't disappointed you. I wanted to tell you earlier, but...I just couldn't. I shouldn't be so proud when I'm not merged with Silver. And when I'm merged...I just can't bring myself to tell you, until now.- Ryou made a cognitive leap then.

 

:You're still merged a little then, you just aren't as much Silver and more...Bakura, your core self, than you usually are when we're playing with Bronze.:

 

-Yes. I'm not sure why I'm still merged with Silver, even a little bit. I...something about the way you dealt with Marik and brought us through the Shadow Realm pushed me into...sort of going dormant, my core self anyway, leaving Silver in sole control. And I only came back to awareness to try to take control back when you were bedding us, and that was only enough for me to merge the way I normally am when we're playing with Bronze. I only succeeded even this much when I got into the furo with you.- That was worrying, what if he ended up stuck this way?

 

:You don't have any ideas about why?: Ryou kept petting Bakura to make sure he knew that Ryou still wanted him and would keep him no matter what.

 

-No, I'm sorry. I wish I did.-

 

:Don't apologise, this isn't your fault, if anything it's mine. I have two ideas to help with this problem, either we just give it time, and see if you can get right back to normal after we've slept, or you go back to being only Silver and we hope that when you try to come back to yourself it's all the way. Which would you rather?:

 

-I...- Bakura pulled back a bit from Ryou, and he let his lover sit up. -I'm not sure. What do you think would be better?-

 

:It is your choice to make, not mine. I'd take the gamble of the second option, but the first option will allow you to try the second later if the first doesn't work.:

 

-What if there's only a limited time when the second option will work?- Bakura seemed half resigned as he let the glamor hiding his collar fade and his presence changed with it, to only Silver. Ryou waited, half-expecting him to try coming back to himself immediately, but he didn't, just waited there in Ryou's arms, no expectations, just prepared to please as required. Ryou slid his fingers down to Silver's ass, pressing gently, testing to see how he reacted. He was still relaxed enough from before, but Ryou wasn't sure there was enough oil left inside him. But there were bottles of oil all over the house, including here, and Ryou used the one by the side of the furo to slick himself and Silver before sliding inside his lover.

 

Silver wrapped his legs around Ryou's waist and his arms around his neck, tilting his head back and offering his own throat to Ryou's teeth. Ryou began by kissing his collarbones and moved up and along to focus on the windpipe and bite lightly, just not hard enough to hurt him. He took hold at Silver's hips, gripping hard enough to bruise him, just a little with his right hand, and controlling his movements easily while Ryou's left hand gripped Silver's shoulder. It was quick and crude, without bothering with any finesse, and Silver climaxed when he bit his nipple hard enough to make him bleed, and Ryou's own climax followed quickly.

 

“Wash me, my beautiful Silver.” Ryou handed a washcloth to his lover and waited for him to obey. Silver seemed to make a point of arousing him as much as possible as he cleaned Ryou, but he allowed it and then taking the cloth from his lover he returned the favour.

 

“Get out and dry yourself off.” Once Silver was dry Ryou got out of the furo himself. “Now dry me off.” It did nothing to relieve his arousal and Ryou smiled at Silver as he knelt in front of him. “Take care of this for me.” He took hold of Silver's hair, pulling his head to his groin and let him use his mouth however he chose. Silver was very good at this, one reason he'd had him teach Bronze, and Ryou swiftly came down his throat. When Silver sat back on his heels he reactivated the glamor that hid his collar, and he was Bakura again, only Bakura, without Silver there at all. Ryou was ready to cry in relief and he dropped to his knees so he could wrap his arms around his yami.

 

-Let's just go to bed Yadonushi-sama.- Bakura hesitated, then seemed to decide it was worth continuing. -Do you mind if I sleep in your bed tonight?-

 

:No, of course I don't mind. I'm glad you don't have to be Silver to be intimate with me.:

 

-No, just to give up control to you.-

 

-o-()-o-

 

Bakura stretched slowly as he woke up, careful not to disturb his lover. It felt wonderful to wake up in Ryou's arms as himself, without the shield of Silver between himself and reality. He could remember waking up in Ryou's arms as Silver, but it didn't really compare, and he had to wonder if it would be the same if he actually had sex with Ryou in this persona. He bit his lip, he'd noticed Ryou's hurt that Bakura only had sex with him and only really acted loving when he was Silver at least in part. He didn't think Ryou realised that it wasn't the sex, or even the affection, not really, it was the loss of control, the vulnerability. But since he'd associated them in his mind would it be dangerous to try and sleep with Ryou without Silver as a buffer layer?

 

He made his decision then, wriggling out of Ryou's arms, and rolling the teen onto his back, pinning his hips down and taking him into his mouth.

 

“Wha...Bakura?” The total astonishment in Ryou's voice as he said that name cut deeply at Bakura, reminding him just how badly he'd failed his lover and his Master. “I thought you were only going to do this with me when you were Silver.” And there was no mistaking the bitterness in his hikari's voice. It made Bakura want to retreat into being Silver and let his Master do with him as he pleased, let Ryou punish him for hurting him like that - but that would only hurt Ryou more. He reluctantly let Ryou's cock slip from his mouth and sat back on his heels.

 

“I'm sorry that I made you think that. I didn't have to create Silver to love you, I've always loved you. I created Silver because I felt the need to submit to you, and I was scared to be so vulnerable without some way to control that. I've never been with you sexually without Silver involved because you always enjoyed having me submit so much.” Then he realised how that could sound to Ryou and hastened to expand. “I love submitting to you, knowing that I'm yours, and I don't have to worry about anything but pleasing you, but I'm scared that if I don't keep control of when I'm submissive I won't be able to defend you when I have to.”

 

“So, you want to dominate me this time?” Ryou sounded almost meditative, but Bakura hated the idea that he'd let him do this out of some twisted sense of obligation.

 

“N-not the way you dominate me, just...give me control. I swear I won't abuse it, I could never abuse it. I told you that I'm not a switch, and I meant it, but...” Bakura trailed off, unable to articulate his problem and Ryou sat up, reaching to stroke his hair gently.

 

“You don't know how to put it, but you're scared that it would mess you up somehow if you submitted to me when you aren't Silver?”

 

“Yes, and I'm afraid that if we started off neutral then you'd end up dominating me because we fell into the familiar pattern.” Bakura kept his eyes cast down, flushing. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so demanding.” He hated feeling so confused, it would be so easy to revert to form as Silver, and the idea of dominating Ryou didn't really do anything for him, but he'd hurt Ryou last night and he hadn't even realised.

 

“And you think that if you start off in control it will balance out?”

 

“I...yes, I think so. I want to please you, but not to submit to you, not at the moment.” Bakura nuzzled against Ryou's hand in a wordless plea.

 

“Do whatever you want.” Bakura didn't know how to express his gratitude as Ryou removed his hand and lay back, waiting for Bakura to act. He bit his lip as he thought about what to do next, knowing that it turned Ryou on a hell of a lot to see him like that. Bakura wanted to have Ryou's cock in his mouth again, he'd felt it so much more vividly than when he was Silver, but he wasn't sure jumping in like that was the right thing to do. Perhaps instead of going straight for Ryou's cock he should start with more foreplay? Reluctantly Bakura decided not to go for what he wanted immediately and began to kiss Ryou and lick him in all the erogenous zones he'd long ago mapped out on his Master, including unusual places like the soft skin behind his knees as well as the obvious things like the nipples and earlobes. As he tried his best to drive his lover to distraction he was careful to position himself so as to hide how little this aroused him, he wasn't even half hard, despite the wonderful sounds Ryou was making.

 

Finally Ryou started to actually demand that Bakura suck him, instead of just moaning and hinting with his body language, although he retained enough self-control not to grab hold of Bakura's head by the hair and take control the way he would have with Silver. And for the first time since he'd started this Bakura got a full erection. He took Ryou into his mouth, doing his best to make Ryou come immediately.

 

-Feel free to grab onto my hair now.- Bakura knew that was as much of a turn on for Ryou as it was for him and he hadn't gotten Ryou to come yet. Ryou seemed startled, but he did comply, almost forcing himself down Bakura's throat and setting a slightly faster rhythm and climaxed swiftly.

 

“Damn! I'm sorry. You didn't want me to dominate you...” Ryou sounded anxious as he released Bakura's hair, letting him lift his head.

 

“It's alright. I wanted you to do that, I asked you to. Now just lie back and enjoy.” Bakura licked the traces of Ryou's seed he hadn't been able to swallow from his lips, knowing how that affected him and his lover obeyed. Bakura was pretty sure his reaction to that wasn't normal, he was sure most people, even other submissives, would have got an erotic charge from having their lover lie back at their command, but his erection softened a bit. He was still hard, hard enough to satisfy at least, but not as hard as he had been. He pushed that from his mind and lifted Ryou's hips, running his tongue along the crack in his ass, and probing at the entrance to his body with it. The earthy taste he found there sent his senses reeling, and he wasn't sure if it tasted like that because this was the first time he'd done something like this when he wasn't Silver, or because until now Ryou'd always cleaned himself thoroughly in this area beforehand, or had Bronze do the same. Ryou made a muffled noise that was equal parts pleasure and protest, but he didn't try to stop Bakura. It would be fun to see if he could get Ryou to come from this, perhaps later if he ever decided to do anything like this again, but not now. He had something else in mind for now. But he didn't have what he needed for that to hand, so he pushed away.

 

“I need to get some things. Do you mind waiting there?” He knew that he wouldn't, as Silver, or he hoped as himself, but Wraith would unless it was some errand he'd sent Silver on and he wasn't sure where Ryou fell.

 

“If you're going to be rimming me again I want to get myself clean first.” It was an unequivocal demand, but about something reasonable and he wasn't really protesting the rest. Bakura'd enjoyed the taste in a weird way, but he wasn't going to object if it made Ryou more comfortable.

 

“If you want. I'll wait if I get back first.” Bakura did get back first and he left the little packets of lube on top of the bed for Ryou to see, hiding the bottle of oil away and leaving a small bowl of water on the bedside cabinet.

 

“You want me to lie back down?” Bakura'd already placed a pillow in position to support Ryou's hips when he lay down, and he nodded in response.

 

“Please.” When Ryou took up his previous position Bakura began to rim him again, until he was as loose as he could get from just Bakura's tongue and then Bakura began using his fingers and the packets of lube to finish stretching him.

 

“Shut your eyes please, and keep them closed until I tell you to open them.” Bakura washed his fingers quickly and grabbed the bottle of oil before he knelt back between Ryou's spread legs, distracting him as he prepared himself by pressing forward enough that their cocks rubbed together. It made Ryou gasp in pleasure, but Bakura noted that he had enough self-discipline not to open his eyes, not yet; Bakura fully expected Ryou to open his eyes when he got to the next part. He didn't want to be seme with Ryou, unless it was the way he was seme when he was Silver, lying flat on his back, tied down with Ryou on top of him, so he'd be uke, but sitting on top of Ryou so he had control. He suited action to thought, straddling Ryou's hips and sinking down, reaching a hand behind to guide Ryou into him.

 

Ryou's eyes flew open as he gasped, and Bakura leaned forward to lay a finger on his lips before he could apologise. “That's the reaction I hoped for.” He kept a teasing smile on his face as he began to move, slowly at first, but building up speed as he got more comfortable. He hadn't prepared himself as well as he'd prepared Ryou, but he had a lot more experience and he knew he was smiling despite the slight pain.

 

Apparently he wasn't moving fast enough for Ryou, since the teen reached out and took hold of Bakura by the hips, forcing his motion to fit Ryou's choice of rhythm. Not that Bakura minded, instead he enthusiastically accepted Ryou's decision, and kept to the rhythm he set, freeing his lover's hands to do other things.

 

And afterwards he just snuggled into Ryou's arms, enjoying his scent and the knowledge that he'd pleased his lover.

 

-o-()-o-