Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Steam, A Lemon Interlude ❯ Chapter 1

7/25/04

Anything's Possible Lemon Interlude:

Title: Steam

Author: Tsutsuji

Fandom/Pairing: Yu-gi-oh, Bakura/Ryou

Rating: NC17. Explicit male/male sex, masturbation, anal play, all that good stuff. And not much else!

Spoilers: a scene from the Monster World segment of the manga is referred to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or these characters, I'm not Kazuki Takahashi, I'd love to be making money from writing but I'm not making a cent.

Author's Notes: This is the NC17 out-take from my barely PG13 rated story "Anything's Possible," a crossover with the Disney series "Kim Possible." (Available on ffnet and Mediaminer under my penname Tsutsuji.) If you haven't read that (aw, come on, it's not so bad!), the situation is that Bakura has enlisted evil genius Dr. Drakken to make him his own body. Drakken doesn't know that the main reason he wants this body is so that he can have sex with Ryou! Drakken has agreed to make the body but is holding Ryou prisoner because he wants the powerful magic Ring which Bakura has made invisible to him. In the meanwhile, Ryou gets the chance to take a shower…

/…/ indicates silent mind-speak between Bakura and Ryou.

"Yadonushi" = host, landlord, master (of the house), a word the Spirit of the Ring uses for Ryou in the manga. I think it makes a nice pet-name.

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"I'm disgusting," Ryou said, wrinkling his nose, "and my hair is hopeless."

/Nonsense,/ Bakura thought. /You're perfect. Just wait until I have my own hands to grab you with…/

Ryou smiled, feeling warmth spread through his skin at the thought. But he shook his head to clear it a bit and stepped into the shower stall. In a few seconds, steaming hot water engulfed him while Bakura's steamy thoughts continued to flicker through his mind.

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For a few minutes Ryou simply stood in the stream of hot water with his eyes closed, letting it soak away aches and pains and the grime of travel. He ran his fingers through his tangled hair, realizing that he didn't have shampoo or soap, or even a towel, but that didn't matter at the moment. The hot water alone was luxurious. For a little while he didn't even really notice Bakura's thoughts murmuring in his mind.

/Mmm… Ryou…/

He blinked in surprise, water cascading into his eyes, and tuned in again to the spirit's thoughts. They were hazy and vague as Bakura shared in Ryou's sense of pleasure in the steaming shower.

The thought flickered through a private part of Ryou's mind that he would miss this when they were separate, this sharing of thought and sensation. He'd had this one small doubt before but managed to hide it, knowing how much Bakura wanted his own body, his own life. But this time his other self caught a glimpse of his concern.

/I thought you were tired of hearing me inside your head/ Bakura chided gently.

"Sometimes," Ryou admitted, "but only when you're bitching about everything and going on about sending everyone to the Shadow Realm. Really, you know…. I'll miss it."

/Heh. That's not how you used to be. `Get out of my head! Go away' You weren't very friendly at first!/

"You scared me! And you were mean to my friends! What did you expect? But it's not like that anymore. It's going to seem so… so quiet in my head. And I like having you know what I'm feeling."

/I like that too. But don't worry, Yadonushi,/ the spirit thought. /As long as you wear the Ring, this bond of thought between us will remain./

"Really?" Ryou smiled, feeling relieved. "Good."

He had not dared to take off the Ring to leave with his clothes so it lay against his chest, shining wet, droplets falling from the spikes like water dripping from melting icicles. He touched it, watching it gleam against his pale, wet skin.

The spirit appeared standing before him, translucent, like a reflection in the steamy air. Drops of water passed through him. Unfelt hands came up to cup Ryou's face, and violet eyes stared into his.

/But there is so much more we will be able to share,/ Bakura said. The lips of the apparition moved, but Ryou knew the voice was still only in his mind. He leaned his cheek against the ghostly hand even though he could only feel water and steam on his skin.

"I know," he said, smiling.

The spirit smiled back, but it was a sultry smile, and his eyes smoldered.

/Soon,/ Bakura thought, fading from sight. /But for now…/

Ryou felt a shift in his consciousness, almost as if Bakura was taking over, but he remained fully aware, not fading to that edge-of-sleep-like sense of things he had when Bakura was in control. He felt something on his skin - a touch - and realized with a start that it was his own hand. But he was no longer in control of it. It was now Bakura's hand sliding across the wet skin of his chest.

He watched it move with fascination. It was ironic that Bakura had first learned this technique of taking control of a single limb from him when he'd fought against the spirit to help free Yugi and the others from the Shadow Game of Monster World. That was a year ago, and much had happened since. They hadn't really understood each other then at all. Since then, Bakura's initial protective affection for his host, and Ryou's initial baffled horror at Bakura's presence, had developed into mutual respect, affection, and finally desire. Now, they knew each other much better, and while trapped together in one body, they'd found ways to express their longing for each other… like this. Bakura's fingers trailed up Ryou's neck and chin to touch his lips.

An image flashed in Ryou's mind at the touch, and he flushed hotter than the steaming water. He'd been fiercely ashamed the first time Bakura had caught him thinking about wanting to be kissed, until he discovered that the spirit was just as interested in the idea.

/…for now, I can only touch your lips like this,/ Bakura continued, tracing the shape of Ryou's lips with his fingertip, then slipping between. Ryou closed his lips around it and sucked gently. He couldn't feel the sensation in the fingertip but he could sense the spirit's reaction to it as desire rippled through his body. He curled his tongue around the tip and sucked harder, pulling one finger and then another into his mouth. Bakura's thought became a moan of pleasure.

He'd started to become aroused earlier, when he'd undressed and found Bakura looking at him appreciatively in the mirror, but then he'd become distracted by the simple pleasure of soaking in the hot water. Now his arousal returned with greater force. With his own hand he touched his swelling hardness, making sure that Bakura could feel this as clearly as he did.

/More…/ the spirit urged.

Ryou complied by sucking Bakura's fingers and stroking his growing erection with the same rhythm. As he grew hard his hips rocked into his hand, moving with their shared desire. They both felt waves of pleasure coursing through Ryou's body.

/Touch me, please,/ Ryou thought.

The fingers slipped from his lips, caressing his face for a moment before moving downward. Ryou heard Bakura's thoughts of delight in the feel of smooth, wet skin, and the curve of muscle over bone as his hand roamed over Ryou's chest.

/Like this?/ Bakura asked as his fingers fondled one nipple.

Ryou moaned in answer. The touch seemed to light a line of fire to his groin. His own hand slid up and down his hardened length, keeping the pressure light and slow for now. Bakura's hips - as it seemed to Ryou - swayed sensuously, thrusting in slow rhythm into his fisted hand.

"Bakura… my spirit…" he murmured as Bakura's hand played with his other nipple in turn, tweaking it to a hard nub. "My shadow…." Ryou's eyes were close, water beating against his upturned face and cascading down his body.

Bakura's brushed over the Ring and then continued downward, while the spirit's thoughts continued to remind Ryou of what he would be doing if he had his own two hands and his own body at this moment.

/I want to touch every inch of you, feel you against my skin, taste you…/

Ryou imagined Bakura standing there, hands all over him, mouth against him licking the water off his skin, teeth nipping here and there. He whimpered with longing for it.

Bakura's hand covered his, wrapped around his erection, warm and wet.

/Allow me,/ Bakura thought. He nudged Ryou's awareness to shift slightly, so that Ryou suddenly found his hardness gripped by the spirit's firm hand. His own hand fell away, and Bakura pumped him, slowly increasing the pace. He threw his arm up against the wall of the shower to steady himself as his hips bucked and his knees suddenly felt weak. He cried out, water running into his mouth.

Into his mind came a clear picture, Bakura's vision of the two of them. Bakura stood behind him, pressed against his back, arms around him tightly, fisting his cock just like this. Ryou felt like he was falling into that vision. He moaned again, the longing for that reality almost unbearable.

/I want you so much,/ he thought helplessly, unable to speak the words as his breath had become ragged. /Touching me…. inside of me…/

"Yes," Bakura moaned through his lips.

The spirit's hand slid lower, reaching under Ryou's balls and further back. Ryou spread his legs, his knees bent, so that Bakura's fingers could reach the sensitive skin behind his balls and find his opening. He bowed his head, lost in the sensation. Flushed with the steaming heat of the shower and his arousal, he felt himself melt against Bakura's probing touch.

/Please, Bakura… please!/ he pleaded silently.

In another flash he saw Bakura and himself again, this time he was bending forward, legs spread, as Bakura entered him from behind.

/Yes, my light./ Bakura's slick fingers entered him and he cried out again. Bakura moaned his desire and his longing deep in Ryou's throat.

Stimulated by Bakura's welcome invasion, Ryou's erection demanded attention. He braced his back against a corner of the shower, legs spread and knees bent, and once again took his hardness in hand, sending the sensation of it back to Bakura. He began to pump harder and faster, with Bakura's fingers pressing deeper inside of him.

The visions shattered into shards of sensation passing between them like sparks, like lightning flashing within a cloud. Ryou continued to plead in his mind as the spirit seemed to reach ever deeper inside. Their panting breath echoed in the shower stall, their sweat mingled with the pouring water. Bakura's fingers moved in and out, and in again. Ryou pressed onto them, crying out loudly. Their thoughts blended and their one body seemed to melt into liquid heat.

/Want you…/ Bakura's thought cried out in his mind, and they came hard and suddenly, together, Ryou's body shuddering, Bakura's finger thrusting inside of them, their seed spilling onto Ryou's hand.

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Ryou was still catching his breath when the hot water finally gave out. He quickly reached for the knobs, with both his hands in his control again, and turned off the water. It seemed a little bit late for the cold shower, after all! Then he remembered that he didn't have a towel and cursed softly. He shook himself off and tried to finger comb his bedraggled hair. His legs felt like water and he shivered in the chill air after the heat of the shower, and he felt almost too exhausted to stand any longer, but at the same time he felt light and loose and pleasantly tired.

"I guess it really will be a good thing when you've got your own body," he said out loud to the spirit, who was back to being a presence in his mind - a rather sleepy, self-satisfied presence at the moment. "I'm not sure my body can take much more of that!"

He sensed Bakura smiling smugly.

/Just wait, Yadonushi. If you think you feel good and worn out now, just you wait…/

Grinning and yawning, Ryou staggered out of the bathroom, using his shirt as a towel and then draping it over the chair to dry. He stood for a moment in the darkened room, feeling himself in all the parts of his body again. He laid his hand over the Ring, pressing it against his skin. Into his mind came one more vision: the two of them lying together, Bakura behind him with his arms wrapped around Ryou and their legs entangled. He sighed.

/Soon…/ Bakura thought. Ryou nodded, smiling.

He crawled into the bed and slept more soundly than he'd done since they'd left Japan.

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(AN: There are three sources of inspiration for this scene that I've wanted to write for a long time. One is the segment during the Monster World arc in the manga where Ryou controls the action of Bakura's hand for a while. The second is the wonderful bath scene between Yugi and Yami in Cody's story "Best Friends." The third is a beautiful piece of fanart "Ryou touching himself" by (I believe) SilverFoxfire.My mind put those ideas and images together with my love for Bakura/Ryou and came up with this.

We now return you to our regular PG-rated crossover story - remember, that's "Anything's Possible," on ffnet and Mediaminer. I hope you enjoyed this little interlude as much as Ryou and Bakura did!)