Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Seduction ❯ Sweet Seduction ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Hey-lo peeps! Himitsu here, bringing with me my first ever yaoi fic! And my first fic on this site! Aren't you all so happy about that!!!??? *crickets are heard in the background* Ugh, I get no respect around here... *mutter mutter*

Anyways! I suppose I should explain some things, ne? For exampl: this is a yaoi between Ryou and Bakura. It's set in the manga, right where Ryou and Bakura have their first conversation! #^ ^# Only, this is the conversation they would have had if I'd written the manga...or blackmailed Takahashi-sensei while he was writing it...so yeah. ^ ^0 It's just the perfect spot for some lemony goodness!!! Wah! I wish he'd stick one iiiiiiiiin!!!

............My oddness and insanity aside (I honestly scare myself often enough), I'd like to warn you that this involves seduction and male/male sex. If you don't like it, you shouldn't even be here, but I think I should add a warning just in case. Also, this was intended as a one-shot. Bug me enough and I might write more. ^ ^

By the by, I don't own any portion of Yugioh. Yes, this is my disclaimer, so no sending lawyers at me. I'm warning you--I have a teacup poodle! Well...no I don't actually...but I do have eight Yugioh manga and a character book, along with a almost criminally large pile of Shonen Jump magazines...yay!!! <3 ^-^ <3

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Thoughts: all italics inside of the quote marks

Speaking/Thinking: "I don't use double quote marks like this," -- 'I use these. They're more fun!' ^ ^

A/N: I use manga plot and terms. This means that the names of characters are written in the Japanese way, with the last name preceeding the first. Also, in case you don't know, 'Kami' means 'god.' Technically I should use 'Kami-sama,' but I don't feel like it...

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Bakura Ryou hefted his backpack to the floor with a sigh and a grimace in anticipation of trying to finish all of his work before morning. How in the seven Hells could he get this done!? Ryou could never do less than his best on his work, and skipping classes certainly was not an option! As he paced into the kitchen, he decided that yet again he would forgo his sleep in favor of maintaining his flawless record--a record flawless aside from that fact that three of his friends had fallen unconscious after playing Monster World with him, so that he had been forced to switch into Domino High School.

Ryou opened his fridge and took a small swig from the milk carton, fingering his pendent with his free hand.

He let his mind wander to the smallest, most insignificant, and yet the seeming leader of the group--Motou Yuugi-kun. The one who also had a pendent--a pendent much like his own, which seemed to make his heart clench when he touched it.

‘H-ha ha ha…’

Ryou whirled around, looking for the source of the odd sound he could have sworn had just echoed around the room. ‘Who’s there? Hello?’

‘So, my master can finally hear my voice? This is a momentous day indeed…’

‘What do you mean? Where are you?’ Ryou spun around again, running into the living room only to find it as untouched as he’d left it. ‘Who are you!? How did you get into my apartment!?’

The odd voice now seemed to come from some area just behind Ryou, just where the man--for it seemed now that this…oddly familiar…voice was male--and seemed to be softer, more mild, and yet with some strange emotion wound throughout that Ryou couldn’t quite understand, yet which brought a light flush to his frightened, pale cheeks.

‘I? Why, my lovely master doesn’t seem to understand…I have never left…’

‘Wha-what? I…I don’t understand--’

‘I am here.’ Ryou felt a soft brush across his chest; phantom fingers playing with a section of his pendent, and a lock of his hair.

‘Y-you’re a ghost, aren’t you~!?’ Ryou was thoroughly terrified by now, there was someone--something--in the room with him! Some thing he couldn’t see, something that--
The voice broke abruptly through his panicked thoughts, now speaking comfortingly, but still will that odd edge that made Ryou somehow uneasy, as if the phantom was out to get something, only he had no idea what it could be…

‘Don’t fear, I’m no ghost…h-ha ha ha…I’m as real as you, dear master. My soul had been trapped in the Sennen Ring you now wear around your neck. I am grateful to my master, and merely wish to show him my appreciation…’ Ryou felt ghostly hands place themselves on his shoulders in a friendly manner--and he realized with a sudden jolt that they were not at all ghostly, they were--were appearing as he watched! Long pale arms, a mere shade tanner than his own flesh, with long graceful fingers. ‘Do not fear, I would never harm you…only you were destined to unlock my from my prison, and so you have. Why should I harm you when you have done me so much good?’ The voice now acquired a persuasive edge, a coaxing tone. Ryou unconsciously relaxed his body--something the presence behind him noted.

‘Why…are you calling me master? And…what is your name?’ Ryou softly wondered aloud.

‘My name? I am known as Bakura…and I call you master, because you are the one who released me. It wouldn’t do to be rude to you, now would it? I really must think of a way to repay you…’ Bakura, began to rub circles in Ryou’s weary shoulders, relaxing the boy further. Ryou could now see this Bakura‘s--strange that they should share the same name!--body even further. Instinctively, Ryou leaned against the boy--he could now see he was not quite yet a man, and looked to be around Ryou’s age--who was smoothing the tenseness from his shoulders and back. Bakura looked to be wearing the same outfit that Ryou had on--and that wasn’t where similarities ended either! His silvery hair, which stuck up just a bit more than Ryou’s own locks. His slender frame, showing a bit more muscle though suggesting a strength underscored by his thin frame. His calm, almost arrogant and…possessive? gaze met Ryou’s own, his eyes being no different from the latter aside from the darker shade and more narrowed focus. Ryou felt another soft pink blush reach across his face as he found himself unable to look away from the other boy’s eyes, until finally he broke away to look at the carpet as if it fascinated him. ‘M-my name…is Bakura Ryou. You can call me Ryou, since your name…’ he trailed off, blushing nearly crimson.

‘What is this?’ Ryou thought to himself. ‘Why does he affect me so…so oddly? What is happening to me?’ Unknown to Ryou, however, Bakura heard his every thought.

‘H-ha ha ha…now I think I shall step up the game a little…’

‘B-Bakura?’ Bakura’s gaze once again dropped to the boy in front of him.

‘Yes…Ryou?’

‘Ano, Bakura…do you…do you want to be…friends?’ Ryou’s blush, which had seemed intense before, enlarged yet again. Bakura smiled now, a smile which, like his words, seemed so innocent and yet seemed to hide some strange hunger in its depths.

‘Of course, my dear Ryou…nothing could please me more…’ Bakura now caressed Ryou’s shoulders, nearly embracing the boy. Ryou unconsciously leaned back into Bakura’s light touches, his body understanding and responding while Ryou himself was quite unaware of then subtle seduction Bakura was employing. ‘All the better,’ he thought, ‘if he doesn’t realize too soon. He’s so naïve…and I want him to be all mine. This I swear: I will have him tonight--his body...his heart...his soul...’

Ryou now felt his heart beginning to pick up, as well as his breathing. It was strange, but he couldn’t recall experiencing this before. Abruptly he realized what this now solid, taller replica, was doing to him--stroking him, a playing gently with his hair. Ryou felt something odd seem to settle in his stomach. He felt suddenly that Bakura was doing something he certainly shouldn’t, and yet…he felt strange, like he didn’t wish him to stop. He liked the feel of Bakura’s hands running down his sides, liked the feeling of Bakura’s fingers brushing through his hair and down his cheek, liked the feeling of Bakura’s warm body behind his…

Bakura felt Ryou slide up against him until there no longer was any space separating them. Bakura ran his slender fingers over Ryou’s thin but well-formed chest, noticing the slight breath Ryou took in as he stroked Ryou--carefully, so as not to frighten him away. Bakura wanted him willing tonight…

Judging from Ryou’s now continually flushed face, Bakura slid out from behind Ryou and pressed his lips against Ryou’s own. Ryou stiffened for a moment, before acting against all of his reason and sensibility, and kissing tentatively back. Bakura moved his mouth against Ryou’s for a minute, enjoying the feel of the boy’s lips on his, just as Ryou appeared to. Then Bakura opened his mouth, and brushed his tongue over Ryou’s lips.

Ryou’s eyes widened as he felt the warm, moist tongue rub against his lips and opened his mouth to ask Bakura what he thought he was doing…a break which Bakura quickly took advantage of, slipping his tongue into Ryou’s mouth. Ryou’s eyes widened further as he felt this new intrusion, yet…though his mind seemed to be warning him once more...he ignored it once again, concentrating on the feel of Bakura’s mouth on his, and his tongue wrapping around Ryou’s own.

Bakura grinned inwardly as Ryou relaxed against him and further deepened the kiss. Bakura invited Ryou into his own mouth, relishing the feel of Ryou’s tongue acquainting itself with the curves of Bakura’s mouth, before Bakura reentered Ryou’s, caressing and stroking Ryou’s tongue. Bakura heard Ryou breath hitch as he did so, and Bakura once again ran his fingers over the boy’s back--this time traveling further down as went. Ryou was caught in a wave of satisfaction, pleasurable ripples traveling through him as Bakura’s fingers wandered. He scarcely took time to breathe, and didn’t even notice when Bakura’s hand slid up under his shirt, aside from a small shiver.

Bakura then removed his lips from Ryou’s noting a small area that was sure to develop a bruise later--oh well. He then kissed his way down Ryou’s face to his neck, smirking as he heard Ryou let out a purring sound…it appeared that his neck was especially sensitive. Bakura slowly unbuttoned the shirt of Ryou’s uniform one by one, keeping Ryou occupied as he kissed the boy’s neck, leaving a hickey over his left collarbone.

Ryou gasped as he felt Bakura’s mouth over his nipple, his tongue going in circle around the quickly hardening nub. Ryou felt his breath quicken further, and a slow warmth seemed to be spreading to his nether region, bringing a heavy flush to his face. Bakura looked up at Ryou who was breathing in shallowly, his body curved toward Bakura’s, and felt his own body responding as he hardened. Turning back to the smooth, pale expanse in front of him, he began to work on the other nub, while stroking Ryou’s abdomen and back sensuously. Ryou felt sudden throbbing pressure in his own member, and moved his hips up against Bakura’s.

Bakura felt Ryou’s lower body against his and then, smirking, brushed his hand seductively over the front of Ryou’s jeans--feeling Ryou jolt and gasp with pleasure. Bakura hurriedly threw off his own shirt then, watching with pleasure as Ryou’s disoriented gaze fell upon his naked torso, causing Ryou to inch closer than he would have thought possible. Bakura then caught Ryou up in another heated kiss, and quickly tugged off the boy’s jeans, as well as his own. Then he clasped Ryou to him, causing the boy to gasp again as his now fully hard length brushed up against Bakura’s. Ryou rubbed himself against Bakura once more, causing both boys to inhale quickly as pleasure raced through their bodies. Socks and shoes being off already, Bakura quickly removed the last barrier between them as he unobtrusively led Ryou to his bedroom.

Ryou, his mind fogged by newly awoken lust, followed Bakura unthinkingly as he claimed the taller boy’s mouth once more in a searing kiss. He staggered into the room and fell back onto the low but wide mattress, Bakura falling on top of him. Bakura stroked Ryou’s pulsing member, making the boy release a deep moan into Bakura’s mouth. Ryou’s hands now brushed and caressed Bakura, matching the other boy’s intensity. Bakura crushed his body against Ryou, and pulled out a bottle of oil he had taken with him from the kitchen.
Bakura coated his member with the slick oil, now moaning into Ryou’s mouth. He then coated his fingers and pressed one into Ryou’s entrance. Ryou gasped as he felt the not-so-comfortable intrusion, squirming a bit as he tried to get away from its probing. Bakura looked into Ryou’s eyes, and the boy tried to keep still.

‘B--Bakura…’ Ryou stammered out the first thing he’d said since Bakura had kissed him. ‘Why you do…’ he struggled to speak, only managing a strangled sentence.

‘Hold still Ryou…try to loosen up, or it will hurt…’ Obediently Ryou relaxed, but gasped again as Bakura inserted another digit, and another, into his opening.

‘Ah!’

‘It’s alright Ryou…it’s alright…’ Ryou felt the fingers leave him, and something larger press forward. Frightened, he met Bakura’s lips in another crushing kiss, and Bakura nipped at Ryou reassuringly as he thrust his member into Ryou. Ryou cried out, only to suddenly be met with a wave of pleasure and cried out again.
‘Ah! Ba-Kuraaa…’ Ryou leaned back into Bakura, sheathing Bakura more fully into his body. Bakura moaned in a low voice as he felt the warm-snug-tight-firm-pressure and oh, oh so good all around him… Bakura moved out a bit and then thrust once again into Ryou, and Ryou arched back to meet him. Ryou felt Bakura moving, felt the heavenly friction that made an odd, sparking feeling in him, so good he could hardly stand it, yet made him want so much moooore… ‘Baku~~ra…need…mo~re. So good…so~~o good…Kami…Kami…’

‘Ry~~ou…so tight, so…ah, Ryou…’

‘Har~der, on…onegai…Bakura…’ They moved faster, Bakura thrusting harder into him and stroking Ryou’s solid member, sending shudders down the boy’s frame as he arched back onto Bakura. Bakura felt himself losing all self control, and they hit together harder each time. Their eyes grew hazy, and with one thrust, Ryou felt a rush of ecstasy as he came in Bakura’s hand. His body clamped down on Bakura then, and the other boy came only a second later.

Suddenly they were spent, Bakura too tired even to remove himself from Ryou…and the boy felt so inviting… Ryou cuddled up against Bakura, relishing the feel of his naked flesh against the other. Bakura wrapped his arm around Ryou, holding him possessively.

‘My lovely Ryou…’

‘Bakura…I…’ Ryou flushed, wondering how this could have happened. He had met Bakura only an hour ago…and yet it felt so much longer. As he felt Bakura wound around his body, Ryou smiled tiredly. However crazy, he couldn’t care less how long he had known Bakura, or how little he knew of him. Ryou thanked all the gods in the world for Bakura presence, as Ryou rested his head on Bakura’s chest.

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