Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Fear ❯ The Fear - 2 ( Chapter 2 )

~The Fear~

 

By: Aerys Krystie.

 

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Bakura lowered the book he had been reading when the doorbell rang. He looked at the clock on the mantle above the fireplace, smirking. He marked his page, and put the book on the coffee table. He knew who was at the door.

 

He unlocked the door, opening it. `Welcome, Pharaoh. Right on time.' He stepped to the side, allowing Yami into the house.

 

During last period at school that day, Bakura had invited Yami around, saying that he needed to speak with him. This was true, to an extent. He had more of a deal in mind, that simple chit-chat. After promising it wouldn't be degrading, Yami had reluctantly agreed.

 

When he got home, Bakura had almost literally kicked Ryou out of the house, telling him to spend the evening with Yugi or Malik. When the house was empty, Bakura decided to lounge about in a pair of stonewash jeans, after peeling the glue ball off his finger.

 

Now that Yami had arrived, everything was going to be perfect. Bakura had everything planned out in his mind, but he knew the plan was going to be altered or forgotten completely. He led the way into the living room, pointing to the sofa.

 

`Be seated, Yami.' When Yami finally sat down, Bakura sat on the coffee table in front of him. `Now, how desperate are you to get Kaiba into the sack?'

 

Yami's eyes widened with fear and perplexity. He cursed himself when he realized that Bakura must have noticed him staring off into space, while staring at Kaiba. He had been telling himself to be more careful, otherwise he would get caught, and now he had been.

 

`I don't know what you're talking about, tomb robber.' Yami stood to leave, only to have Bakura push him back down.

 

`We're not through yet, Pharaoh. You leave, I tell everyone, including that fuckstick, Kaiba. Now that you understand - '

 

`What makes you think anyone would believe you?' Yami demanded.

 

`After my replies in class today, who wouldn't believe me?' When Yami didn't reply, Bakura took that as a sign to continue. `I think it's time we talked about what I want to keep my trap shut. Are we on the same page?'

 

Yami growled. He didn't want to do anything for Bakura. But at the same time he didn't want Bakura to blab out his darkest secret, and probably go into great detail about what he fantasized about when he thought of Kaiba.

 

Do I want to do something for him? Or do I want him to tell everyone and have everyone look at me like I'm some sort of freak? Yami lowered his eyes as he thought about it.

 

Bakura tapped his foot. He was becoming impatient with Yami. `Oh, for fuck sake! It wasn't a trick question! Yes or no?'

 

Yami raised his eyes, determination in them. `What do you want?'

 

Bakura smiled. `That's better. You better follow me, Yami.' Bakura stood, and then thought against it. `Actually, why don't you walk in front of me?' Bakura pulled Yami up by the wrist, pushing him in front of himself.

 

`Up the stairs, last door on the left,' he explained, following the Pharaoh.

 

Oh, no. What have I gotten myself into this time? Yami went to the last door on the left, opening it. He stepped into the room, which he figured was Bakura's.

 

Surprisingly, there wasn't a speck of dust anywhere. A large, four post bed was against the center of the left wall. A vanity chest was opposite the bed, in front of a double door window. There were two bedside chests, one on either side, with silver handles that stood out against the dark wood.

 

The walls were painted black with flicks of silver. The carpet was thick and a deep crimson. The curtains were black velvet with gold hemming. The only thing that really looked out of place was the white covers on the bed.

 

Yami took a step into the room, his shoes sinking into the carpet. The wall lights were a reddish-orange, casting “v” shapes, not lighting the room very well, but enough to see where everything was. The room was nearly as dark as Bakura's soul.

 

`On the bed, Yami,' Bakura ordered, stepping into his room, closing the door.

 

Yami walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. `Before you do whatever you're about to do, I have a question.' He looked up at Bakura.

 

`It was Malik that promised me sex once a week. Can we drop that, already? I'm sick of everyone wanting to know my business.' Bakura stood, roughly, a foot away from where Yami was sitting.

 

`You were the one who decided to share it with the entire class.' Yami crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Bakura to explain himself.

 

Bakura knew what Yami was waiting for, and rolled his eyes. `In case you haven't noticed, you're going to give me sex, and whatever else I want.' Bakura said the last part airily, with a lazy wave of his hand.

 

`Great. A sex fiend. Did you want me to strip?' Yami was actually wondering if having everyone knowing about his secret was better than being Bakura's pleasure.

 

`I'm not a sex fiend. I'm just bored with Malik. He doesn't have any fight in him anymore. Now you, on the other hand, are still a virgin.'

 

Yami's eyes widened. `What? How did you know that? Who told you?'

 

Bakura snickered. `I can pick a virgin a mile away. Kaiba lost his virginity to paid sex. Even little Yugi isn't a virgin. You are so late catching up with the times. Strip.'

 

Bakura watched Yami with interest as his body was revealed. He couldn't help but smirk. Yami did have a good body, even for someone of his age. He slowly circled Yami, like a vulture. He stopped behind the Pharaoh, squeezing his buttocks.

 

`Oh, firm,' he purred into Yami's ear, feeling him shudder, whether it be from desire or disgust, Bakura didn't care.

 

Yami gasped as one of Bakura's hands went to his groin, rubbing slowly. Yami's mind fought with his body. He didn't want get hard over Bakura. It was a losing battle. Before he knew it, he was completely hard and moaning as Bakura continued to rub him.

 

`Oh!' Yami opened his eyes when Bakura bit the muscle between his neck and shoulder, pain and pleasure rolling into one. `You're a complete psycho, Bakura!'

 

`I'm not a complete psycho, some parts are still missing.' Bakura stopped rubbing Yami, stepping around and facing him. He pushed Yami onto the bed, and stood there, watching him.

 

Yami looked delicious, laying there. His legs slightly spread, his penis standing proud. What Bakura loved the most was the look in his eyes. Mostly lust, with a touch of anxiety.

 

Bakura stepped up to the edge of the bed, bending at the waist, wrapping his cool fingers around Yami's hot organ, giving it a rough jerk. Yami closed his eyes, crying out in pleasure. Bakura captured Yami's lips with his own, giving him a quick, passionate kiss, before pulling back all together.

 

He let go of Yami's erection, gripping his legs, pulling him a little closer to the edge of the bed. Bakura got to his knees, running his tongue from base to tip. He was pleased with the gasp he got from Yami, and took the head of the member into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

 

Yami couldn't believe the pleasure of it. Ecstasy rippled along every nerve in his body, one surge after another as Bakura continued to pleasure him orally. He gripped the top cover of the bed. This was his first receiving any sort of pleasure; he hadn't even gone for self-play.

 

Bakura cackled to himself. He knew Yami was close. One Yami had come; Bakura would let the real fun begin. He took most of Yami's erection into his mouth, bobbing his head. His hands held Yami's hips down. His own hard on demanded attention.

 

Bakura pulled back before Yami could release in his mouth. He watched as streams of semen shot out of Yami's organ, landing on his taut abdomen. Bakura continued to jerk every last drop from Yami, before allowing the organ to go flaccid.

 

He stood, undoing his jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. `Now, the real fun begins.'

 

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End Chapter II.

 

Thanks to ladydragon222.