Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Stalked ❯ Found ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: killingmystars 
It's time to claim what's his
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.10.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
It's time to claim what's his
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.10.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
This is an AU fic, vampires, and everyone is OOC. >:} PWP, smut, fluff, lemon, and all that good stuff.
Ryou shifted his hand nervously through his pale hair. It was getting dark and he still had a couple more block to get home, and he’d stayed longer than he’d planned in cram school. Thunderclouds rumbled a warning as dark clouds pregnant with rain hovered threateningly over head. I can cut through the cemetery, Ryou thought to himself, though he didn’t prefer it. There was supposed to be a gang centered somewhere up there, and several people had disappeared. He wavered uncertainly before the gates. It was really dark now, and the only light he’d have was the small pocket key-chain flashlight. Oh well, he thought, plunging forward. Lightening would flash from time to time, giving the trees an unnatural look. Almost like people reaching their arms toward him. A big marble statue ahead caught his eye. He was almost to the end. He picked up a run, and stopped as soon as he reached the statue, gasping for breath. I’m not a runner, he chuckled to himself. The statue was grotesque, he had to admit. A demon reaching its arms out to the sky, with twisted gnarled features. It took Ryou a moment, but he realized someone was laying in the arms of the statue.
“Who’s there?” Ryou asked, his voice quivering. Oh sure, that’s convincing, he thought to himself. No one answered. He slowly backed up, intending to run.
“What’s your hurry?” A voice asked from above him. It was a low, husky voice. Almost a guttural growl. But it also had a seductive tone to it. It seemed to promise more and more. The figure jumped down from the top of the statue.
“L-Look, I don’t want any trouble...” Ryou stammered, “Please just let me go.”
“Trouble, eh?” The figure inched closer, “I am trouble, I can’t avoid it. Neither can you.” Lightning flashed, and Ryou gasped. The person looked almost similar to him! Longish white hair, albeit a bit taller than him. He also had the same shade of chocolate brown eyes Ryou had, only his were crueller. His eyes were also thinner, more pointed. He had sharp canine teeth, and Ryou only knew that because when the lightening flashed, he had been grinning maliciously. He was almost unnaturally pale. Ryou backed up but the figure grabbed his thin arm tightly.
“A bunch of my friends are behind me,” Ryou tried, “They’ll be here any second!”
“You’re lying. You’re here alone. Trust me, I’d hear them.” Ryou didn’t understand how, “Besides, you don’t have any friends.” Ryou stopped trying to pull his arm out of the strangers vice-grip. How did he know? Ryou was a social recluse. It was true...he didn’t have any friends! Suddenly the light that usually was lit over head flickered on, and once again Ryou found himself staring at his look-a-like. He was clad in tight leather pants, and a black muscle shirt. He was thin also, but muscled. He had a black bandana tied on his upper arm.
“How the hell do you know me?” Ryou demanded, “You knew I’d be coming through here, didn’t you?”
“In a way. I’m Bakura.” He said, releasing Ryou’s arm. “You’re just so interesting, I couldn’t help myself.” This is too weird, Ryou thought to himself.
“Look, I gotta go.” Ryou said, taking a few steps back.
“Fine. But before you leave...” Ryou was mesmerized by Bakura’s eyes. He found his feet planted on the ground, as if he’d been cemented. He felt like he was in a swirling mist, caught in Bakura’s eyes. He felt Bakura’s hand on his arm again, and felt Bakura’s lips on his. It was a soft, velvety feeling, and the last thing he felt was a harsh pain on his lip and arm before he disappeared into darkness.
Ryou opened his eyes. Slowly, his ceiling came into focus. His room was dark. He sat up, slowly. His head was killing him. Had it all been a dream? Dark brown eyes...cruel eyes, boring into his. His lips were really dry. He licked them and winced. His lip hurt really bad. He got up and staggered to the bathroom, flipping the switch. The light was garish, and hurt his eyes. He peered into the mirror, and gasped. His lip was cut open! His shoulder hurt too. Fingernail marks, red and angry. Dried blood crusted down his arm. Yikes! Bakura thought. It couldn’t of been real, he thought, shaking his head.
“How did I get home?” He wondered out loud. He wandered downstairs, trying to find any indication of how he got home. The backdoor was unlocked. He turned the latch, listening to the securing metallic click. Only this time, it wasn’t so reassuring. He felt as though he’d locked himself in, rather than locked everything else out. The stranger...Bakura. Had he brought him home? Ryou’s heart thudded loudly in his chest. If Bakura was in the gang...shouldn’t I be dead? He thought to himself. Maybe Bakura wasn’t...or maybe he just wasn’t in the killing/kidnaping mood that night. He turned out the lights and headed back upstairs. Ryou pulled off his shirt and crawled into bed. He was pulled into feverish nightmares of red warm rivers, and a dark figure that wouldn’t let him go, he was drowning...drowning!
“AAH!” He gasped, bolting upwards. A cold hand moved to his forehead.
“Whoops. Maybe I took to much earlier. You’re feverish.” The voice! It was Bakura. Ryou batted his hand away.
“What are you doing in my house?” He demanded.
“Making sure you’re okay. When I brought you home you weren’t quite in your head.” Bakura said, his voice cold, uncaring. “I thought it would be a pity for something so beautiful to die right away.” Ryou flushed. Beautiful? He thought, What am I? A piece of art?
“What did you do to me?” He demanded, “Why can’t I remember coming home?” Bakura leaned closer to Ryou. His voice had taken on the seductive tone.
“You want me to show you.” It definitely was not a question. Ryou tried to shake his head, but he was frozen again. Bakura ran his hand through Ryou’s hair, contemplating on what his next move should be. Would he be able to control himself this time? Unknown to Ryou, Bakura had been watching him for a while. Fantasizing about him...Ryou was gorgeous. And when Bakura had finally gotten the chance to touch him, take him, he had almost killed him. Would Ryou’s body be able to take more abuse? He leaned towards him. Ryou was definitely no longer of his own will, he wouldn’t resist. Bakura liked Ryou’s eyes. Frozen with fear, it was intoxicating. He nuzzled Ryou’s neck, softly kissing the skin. He sucked the slender skin, leaving a mark. Of course, in a minute, he would leave an indelible mark, far more noticeable. He bit Ryou’s neck softly, with his flatter teeth, and licked the mark he left. Being so close to that particular vein was driving his senses mad. Every fiber of him was begging for it. He found the vein and punctured it quickly with his sharp canine teeth. Ryou made a soft sound in his throat. A sound that was halfway between pain and pleasure. Warm red liquid seeped from the wound into Bakura’s mouth.
“A-Ah...” Ryou stammered, “Please...” He was feeling lightheaded again, and awfully tired. Bakura pulled back, a little angry at himself. He’d lost himself again, and had Ryou not said anything, he would’ve accidently killed him.
“Fine. We’ll do things your way.” Bakura said, wiping the blood from his face. He grinned maliciously and inched his way down Ryou’s neck, and onto his chest. Ryou still could not move. What’s wrong with me? He thought to himself, am I going to let him do this to me? He was repulsed yet curious at the same time. Bakura slid Ryou’s shirt effortlessly over his head, and his razor sharp teeth grazed along Ryou’s collar bone, causing the smaller boy to shiver. It only excited Bakura more. He pulled Ryou’s shirt over his head, tracings scars with his slender fingers. He looked questioningly at the boy. Ryou breathed a shaky breath.
“From being hit and beat up,” He whispered, almost inaudibly. Bakura nodded, and brought his attention back to Ryou’s delicate neck and collar bone. He used his tongue to trace the bone and sucked where the joints came together and formed a hollow. Ryou moaned slightly, and started to feel the heat gathering in his body.
“You’re so impatient.” Bakura murmured, nuzzling Ryou’s warm stomach. Ryou shuddered. Bakura’s cold skin was a sharp contrast to his warm. It was almost like he wasn’t living! Bakura noticed the shudder, and drew away sharply, as though he’d been insulted. He noticed, Bakura thought, he noticed that I’m not like him.
“W-Wait,” Ryou stammered, “Just...” He didn’t know how to voice what he wanted anymore. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore. Bakura grinned his incorrigible grin, and continued creeping down Ryou’s pale stomach. Ryou could feel his pants becoming tight. Bakura’s hand roamed between Ryou’s thigh, his thumb tracing small inviting circles.
“You have such pale skin, angel,” Bakura muttered, “It’s a pity it’s been scarred.”
“If I’m an angel, you must be the devil.” Ryou whispered. He’d regained control of his body five minutes ago, and probably could’ve stunned Bakura and ran. Something told him that really wouldn’t work anyway. Bakura brought himself back up to Ryou and kissed him, finding no resistance. Ryou parted his lips willingly, and Bakura’s tongue roamed the smaller boy’s mouth, and traced his lips. He tasted dried blood from the cut he’d inflicted earlier. Ryou’s own shaking hands pulled the shirt from Bakura, and saw scars much more noticeable than his own.
“From being hunted, angel,” He said, sliding his hand into Ryou’s soft hair, “Even the devil gets caught.” He winked at Ryou, and Ryou blushed. Bakura brought himself up and pinned Ryou’s arms down. He was fighting an awful urge to just take him right then. But he had an image to maintain. He could feel an ache in his tight jeans, but he loved the torture he was inducing on Ryou. When he touched Ryou, he would shiver slightly. He used his thigh to grind against Ryou’s own hardness, making Ryou blush an even deeper shade of crimson, and uttered a slight moan, his eyes glazed over. He continued this motion in slow enticing circles, until Ryou kept a constant stream of wanton moans. His hands grabbed the bed, the sheets, anything. He couldn’t stop trembling. Bakura worked off Ryou’s pants, and teased him. He ran his hand down Ryou’s erection, squeezing slightly here and there.
“Ah!” Ryou cried, arching his back. Bakura marveled at his slender frame and chuckled to himself. Ryou’s structure was similar to a girl’s.
“Alright Angel,” Bakura said quietly, “Might as well let you in on it now.” He put his mouth expertly on Ryou’s throbbing member, and slowly started down. Ryou’s eyes widened, and he tried to catch his breath, which had been momentarily stolen from him. Bakura sucked hard, not wanting to waste any time. Ryou couldn’t speak, his breaths were coming out in short gasps and pants. Bakura’s warm mouth delved deeper, and Ryou covered his mouth to keep from being loud. Bakura stopped and batted it away.
“We’ll have none of that.” He commanded, “You don’t have to be silent. It’s not like I’m raping you. Well, anymore.” He added, grinning.
“S-Shut up,” Ryou mumbled, “It’s not like I asked for this anyway.” Bakura wrapped his hand around Ryou’s erection again.
“Oh, so you want me to stop?” He teased, starting a slow gentle stroke. Ryou moaned softly.
“Gods. No...” his voice husked from his throat. Bakura’s cocky smile played on his lips.
“Didn’t think so.” He kissed Ryou again, keeping a slow steady pace on his strokes. He nibbled on his lower lip again, re-opening the wound, and tasting fresh blood. He sucked his lower lip a minute, stifling the moans caused from his steady hand with his tongue. Ryou used his shaking hands to roam Bakura’s body. Bakura tightened his grip and quickened his pace. Ryou was unable to keep quite, being so close to a climax. Unintelligible words escaped his lips, mixed phrases of pleas. Ryou shook as he reached his climax, crying out loudly, clutching Bakura. Bakura grinned, releasing hold. Ryou panted a second, trying to catch his breath. Bakura kissed Ryou again, grinning.
“I trust you enjoyed?” He murmured, cupping the angelic face, glossed with sweat and lust. Ryou nodded, holding the hands that cupped his face. “Good. Now time for something a little different.” He said, roughly flipping Ryou on his stomach so he was half on the bed and half off. Ryou tensed. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what Bakura had on his mind.
“Tensing like that isn’t going to make this any more uncomfortable.” Bakura reminded him, searching the room for anything that could be used a lubricant. Hand lotion. That would work, he thought to himself, applying liberal amounts to his fingers.
“I’m going to go on a notion and say you’ve never done this before.” Bakura said, his eyes laughing. Ryou bristled.
“Fuck off, I’m going to go on a notion and say you have.” He snapped, “Of course I haven’t!”
“Not fuck off,” Bakura said, his grin malicious, “Fuck you.” He worked a finger in the ring of muscle. Ryou squirmed a little, trying to get used to the sensation. Bakura added a second finger, and Ryou hissed uncomfortably. A third finger. Ryou was finally starting to get comfortable.
“Alright, I think you’re ready.” Bakura said. His own erection had been left untouched and was aching. He quickly shed what was little clothing was left and positioned himself at Ryou’s entrance. He slowly started pushing in, gasping a little for breath himself. It was incredibly tight, he felt light-headed! Ryou clutched the covers in his hands. It was not an easy thing to get used to. Bakura waited until he had buried himself to the hilt and started slow thrusts. Ryou had finally relaxed, and was starting to enjoy being fucked. Finally Bakura picked up a fast pace, and he leaned forward to nibble Ryou’s ear, and moaned softly. Ryou closed his eyes, soft cries uttering from his own mouth. He couldn’t think properly. All of this sexual action had come about faster then he could process anymore. Bakura’s hand snaked around and attacked Ryou’s new erection. Both of them were caught up in the pleasure of each other. Bakura knew he was close, and he knew Ryou was close.
“Alright this time,” Bakura said softly, “Let’s come together.” Ryou cried out, his eyes glazed over once again. Bakura groaned loudly, and both of them climaxed. Bakura kissed Ryou on the lips agian.
“Angel, I must take flight. But I’ll be back.” He said, cupping his face once more, and vanished, leaving Ryou in the darkness, to fall asleep feeling protected.
Ryou shifted his hand nervously through his pale hair. It was getting dark and he still had a couple more block to get home, and he’d stayed longer than he’d planned in cram school. Thunderclouds rumbled a warning as dark clouds pregnant with rain hovered threateningly over head. I can cut through the cemetery, Ryou thought to himself, though he didn’t prefer it. There was supposed to be a gang centered somewhere up there, and several people had disappeared. He wavered uncertainly before the gates. It was really dark now, and the only light he’d have was the small pocket key-chain flashlight. Oh well, he thought, plunging forward. Lightening would flash from time to time, giving the trees an unnatural look. Almost like people reaching their arms toward him. A big marble statue ahead caught his eye. He was almost to the end. He picked up a run, and stopped as soon as he reached the statue, gasping for breath. I’m not a runner, he chuckled to himself. The statue was grotesque, he had to admit. A demon reaching its arms out to the sky, with twisted gnarled features. It took Ryou a moment, but he realized someone was laying in the arms of the statue.
“Who’s there?” Ryou asked, his voice quivering. Oh sure, that’s convincing, he thought to himself. No one answered. He slowly backed up, intending to run.
“What’s your hurry?” A voice asked from above him. It was a low, husky voice. Almost a guttural growl. But it also had a seductive tone to it. It seemed to promise more and more. The figure jumped down from the top of the statue.
“L-Look, I don’t want any trouble...” Ryou stammered, “Please just let me go.”
“Trouble, eh?” The figure inched closer, “I am trouble, I can’t avoid it. Neither can you.” Lightning flashed, and Ryou gasped. The person looked almost similar to him! Longish white hair, albeit a bit taller than him. He also had the same shade of chocolate brown eyes Ryou had, only his were crueller. His eyes were also thinner, more pointed. He had sharp canine teeth, and Ryou only knew that because when the lightening flashed, he had been grinning maliciously. He was almost unnaturally pale. Ryou backed up but the figure grabbed his thin arm tightly.
“A bunch of my friends are behind me,” Ryou tried, “They’ll be here any second!”
“You’re lying. You’re here alone. Trust me, I’d hear them.” Ryou didn’t understand how, “Besides, you don’t have any friends.” Ryou stopped trying to pull his arm out of the strangers vice-grip. How did he know? Ryou was a social recluse. It was true...he didn’t have any friends! Suddenly the light that usually was lit over head flickered on, and once again Ryou found himself staring at his look-a-like. He was clad in tight leather pants, and a black muscle shirt. He was thin also, but muscled. He had a black bandana tied on his upper arm.
“How the hell do you know me?” Ryou demanded, “You knew I’d be coming through here, didn’t you?”
“In a way. I’m Bakura.” He said, releasing Ryou’s arm. “You’re just so interesting, I couldn’t help myself.” This is too weird, Ryou thought to himself.
“Look, I gotta go.” Ryou said, taking a few steps back.
“Fine. But before you leave...” Ryou was mesmerized by Bakura’s eyes. He found his feet planted on the ground, as if he’d been cemented. He felt like he was in a swirling mist, caught in Bakura’s eyes. He felt Bakura’s hand on his arm again, and felt Bakura’s lips on his. It was a soft, velvety feeling, and the last thing he felt was a harsh pain on his lip and arm before he disappeared into darkness.
Ryou opened his eyes. Slowly, his ceiling came into focus. His room was dark. He sat up, slowly. His head was killing him. Had it all been a dream? Dark brown eyes...cruel eyes, boring into his. His lips were really dry. He licked them and winced. His lip hurt really bad. He got up and staggered to the bathroom, flipping the switch. The light was garish, and hurt his eyes. He peered into the mirror, and gasped. His lip was cut open! His shoulder hurt too. Fingernail marks, red and angry. Dried blood crusted down his arm. Yikes! Bakura thought. It couldn’t of been real, he thought, shaking his head.
“How did I get home?” He wondered out loud. He wandered downstairs, trying to find any indication of how he got home. The backdoor was unlocked. He turned the latch, listening to the securing metallic click. Only this time, it wasn’t so reassuring. He felt as though he’d locked himself in, rather than locked everything else out. The stranger...Bakura. Had he brought him home? Ryou’s heart thudded loudly in his chest. If Bakura was in the gang...shouldn’t I be dead? He thought to himself. Maybe Bakura wasn’t...or maybe he just wasn’t in the killing/kidnaping mood that night. He turned out the lights and headed back upstairs. Ryou pulled off his shirt and crawled into bed. He was pulled into feverish nightmares of red warm rivers, and a dark figure that wouldn’t let him go, he was drowning...drowning!
“AAH!” He gasped, bolting upwards. A cold hand moved to his forehead.
“Whoops. Maybe I took to much earlier. You’re feverish.” The voice! It was Bakura. Ryou batted his hand away.
“What are you doing in my house?” He demanded.
“Making sure you’re okay. When I brought you home you weren’t quite in your head.” Bakura said, his voice cold, uncaring. “I thought it would be a pity for something so beautiful to die right away.” Ryou flushed. Beautiful? He thought, What am I? A piece of art?
“What did you do to me?” He demanded, “Why can’t I remember coming home?” Bakura leaned closer to Ryou. His voice had taken on the seductive tone.
“You want me to show you.” It definitely was not a question. Ryou tried to shake his head, but he was frozen again. Bakura ran his hand through Ryou’s hair, contemplating on what his next move should be. Would he be able to control himself this time? Unknown to Ryou, Bakura had been watching him for a while. Fantasizing about him...Ryou was gorgeous. And when Bakura had finally gotten the chance to touch him, take him, he had almost killed him. Would Ryou’s body be able to take more abuse? He leaned towards him. Ryou was definitely no longer of his own will, he wouldn’t resist. Bakura liked Ryou’s eyes. Frozen with fear, it was intoxicating. He nuzzled Ryou’s neck, softly kissing the skin. He sucked the slender skin, leaving a mark. Of course, in a minute, he would leave an indelible mark, far more noticeable. He bit Ryou’s neck softly, with his flatter teeth, and licked the mark he left. Being so close to that particular vein was driving his senses mad. Every fiber of him was begging for it. He found the vein and punctured it quickly with his sharp canine teeth. Ryou made a soft sound in his throat. A sound that was halfway between pain and pleasure. Warm red liquid seeped from the wound into Bakura’s mouth.
“A-Ah...” Ryou stammered, “Please...” He was feeling lightheaded again, and awfully tired. Bakura pulled back, a little angry at himself. He’d lost himself again, and had Ryou not said anything, he would’ve accidently killed him.
“Fine. We’ll do things your way.” Bakura said, wiping the blood from his face. He grinned maliciously and inched his way down Ryou’s neck, and onto his chest. Ryou still could not move. What’s wrong with me? He thought to himself, am I going to let him do this to me? He was repulsed yet curious at the same time. Bakura slid Ryou’s shirt effortlessly over his head, and his razor sharp teeth grazed along Ryou’s collar bone, causing the smaller boy to shiver. It only excited Bakura more. He pulled Ryou’s shirt over his head, tracings scars with his slender fingers. He looked questioningly at the boy. Ryou breathed a shaky breath.
“From being hit and beat up,” He whispered, almost inaudibly. Bakura nodded, and brought his attention back to Ryou’s delicate neck and collar bone. He used his tongue to trace the bone and sucked where the joints came together and formed a hollow. Ryou moaned slightly, and started to feel the heat gathering in his body.
“You’re so impatient.” Bakura murmured, nuzzling Ryou’s warm stomach. Ryou shuddered. Bakura’s cold skin was a sharp contrast to his warm. It was almost like he wasn’t living! Bakura noticed the shudder, and drew away sharply, as though he’d been insulted. He noticed, Bakura thought, he noticed that I’m not like him.
“W-Wait,” Ryou stammered, “Just...” He didn’t know how to voice what he wanted anymore. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore. Bakura grinned his incorrigible grin, and continued creeping down Ryou’s pale stomach. Ryou could feel his pants becoming tight. Bakura’s hand roamed between Ryou’s thigh, his thumb tracing small inviting circles.
“You have such pale skin, angel,” Bakura muttered, “It’s a pity it’s been scarred.”
“If I’m an angel, you must be the devil.” Ryou whispered. He’d regained control of his body five minutes ago, and probably could’ve stunned Bakura and ran. Something told him that really wouldn’t work anyway. Bakura brought himself back up to Ryou and kissed him, finding no resistance. Ryou parted his lips willingly, and Bakura’s tongue roamed the smaller boy’s mouth, and traced his lips. He tasted dried blood from the cut he’d inflicted earlier. Ryou’s own shaking hands pulled the shirt from Bakura, and saw scars much more noticeable than his own.
“From being hunted, angel,” He said, sliding his hand into Ryou’s soft hair, “Even the devil gets caught.” He winked at Ryou, and Ryou blushed. Bakura brought himself up and pinned Ryou’s arms down. He was fighting an awful urge to just take him right then. But he had an image to maintain. He could feel an ache in his tight jeans, but he loved the torture he was inducing on Ryou. When he touched Ryou, he would shiver slightly. He used his thigh to grind against Ryou’s own hardness, making Ryou blush an even deeper shade of crimson, and uttered a slight moan, his eyes glazed over. He continued this motion in slow enticing circles, until Ryou kept a constant stream of wanton moans. His hands grabbed the bed, the sheets, anything. He couldn’t stop trembling. Bakura worked off Ryou’s pants, and teased him. He ran his hand down Ryou’s erection, squeezing slightly here and there.
“Ah!” Ryou cried, arching his back. Bakura marveled at his slender frame and chuckled to himself. Ryou’s structure was similar to a girl’s.
“Alright Angel,” Bakura said quietly, “Might as well let you in on it now.” He put his mouth expertly on Ryou’s throbbing member, and slowly started down. Ryou’s eyes widened, and he tried to catch his breath, which had been momentarily stolen from him. Bakura sucked hard, not wanting to waste any time. Ryou couldn’t speak, his breaths were coming out in short gasps and pants. Bakura’s warm mouth delved deeper, and Ryou covered his mouth to keep from being loud. Bakura stopped and batted it away.
“We’ll have none of that.” He commanded, “You don’t have to be silent. It’s not like I’m raping you. Well, anymore.” He added, grinning.
“S-Shut up,” Ryou mumbled, “It’s not like I asked for this anyway.” Bakura wrapped his hand around Ryou’s erection again.
“Oh, so you want me to stop?” He teased, starting a slow gentle stroke. Ryou moaned softly.
“Gods. No...” his voice husked from his throat. Bakura’s cocky smile played on his lips.
“Didn’t think so.” He kissed Ryou again, keeping a slow steady pace on his strokes. He nibbled on his lower lip again, re-opening the wound, and tasting fresh blood. He sucked his lower lip a minute, stifling the moans caused from his steady hand with his tongue. Ryou used his shaking hands to roam Bakura’s body. Bakura tightened his grip and quickened his pace. Ryou was unable to keep quite, being so close to a climax. Unintelligible words escaped his lips, mixed phrases of pleas. Ryou shook as he reached his climax, crying out loudly, clutching Bakura. Bakura grinned, releasing hold. Ryou panted a second, trying to catch his breath. Bakura kissed Ryou again, grinning.
“I trust you enjoyed?” He murmured, cupping the angelic face, glossed with sweat and lust. Ryou nodded, holding the hands that cupped his face. “Good. Now time for something a little different.” He said, roughly flipping Ryou on his stomach so he was half on the bed and half off. Ryou tensed. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what Bakura had on his mind.
“Tensing like that isn’t going to make this any more uncomfortable.” Bakura reminded him, searching the room for anything that could be used a lubricant. Hand lotion. That would work, he thought to himself, applying liberal amounts to his fingers.
“I’m going to go on a notion and say you’ve never done this before.” Bakura said, his eyes laughing. Ryou bristled.
“Fuck off, I’m going to go on a notion and say you have.” He snapped, “Of course I haven’t!”
“Not fuck off,” Bakura said, his grin malicious, “Fuck you.” He worked a finger in the ring of muscle. Ryou squirmed a little, trying to get used to the sensation. Bakura added a second finger, and Ryou hissed uncomfortably. A third finger. Ryou was finally starting to get comfortable.
“Alright, I think you’re ready.” Bakura said. His own erection had been left untouched and was aching. He quickly shed what was little clothing was left and positioned himself at Ryou’s entrance. He slowly started pushing in, gasping a little for breath himself. It was incredibly tight, he felt light-headed! Ryou clutched the covers in his hands. It was not an easy thing to get used to. Bakura waited until he had buried himself to the hilt and started slow thrusts. Ryou had finally relaxed, and was starting to enjoy being fucked. Finally Bakura picked up a fast pace, and he leaned forward to nibble Ryou’s ear, and moaned softly. Ryou closed his eyes, soft cries uttering from his own mouth. He couldn’t think properly. All of this sexual action had come about faster then he could process anymore. Bakura’s hand snaked around and attacked Ryou’s new erection. Both of them were caught up in the pleasure of each other. Bakura knew he was close, and he knew Ryou was close.
“Alright this time,” Bakura said softly, “Let’s come together.” Ryou cried out, his eyes glazed over once again. Bakura groaned loudly, and both of them climaxed. Bakura kissed Ryou on the lips agian.
“Angel, I must take flight. But I’ll be back.” He said, cupping his face once more, and vanished, leaving Ryou in the darkness, to fall asleep feeling protected.