Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Fear ❯ The Fear - 3 ( Chapter 3 )

~The Fear~

 

By: Aerys Krystie.

 

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Yami wasn't sure if he should be frightened or relieved. Bakura was going to be the one taking his virginity, which was one of his worst nightmares. He had been thinking of ways to get into Kaiba's pants for weeks.

 

On the other hand, Bakura was preparing him, even if he was on all fours like a wanton slut. Of all positions he wanted to be in for his first time, this was not one of them. In fact, this one was on the bottom of the list, along with doing it in the shower, kitchen, living room, anywhere where someone could walk in and catch them.

 

He clenched his jaw as Bakura entered a second finger into his rear. He was having second thoughts about this. What Bakura had done before, that was nice. Very nice. But this, this was horrible and painful. He thought sex was supposed to feel good.

 

All thoughts of pain left his mind when Bakura struck something that felt wonderful. Something that made him want more. Something that made him see stars. Without knowing what he was doing, Yami pushed back on the digits that were inside him.

 

Bakura chuckle. `I thought you might like that, Pharaoh.' Bakura slowly entered a third finger into Yami's behind, giving him a few seconds to adjust before working them in and out.

 

Yami didn't notice the third finger being inserted much. Not while Bakura's other fingers were playing with that spot inside him. His eyes half closed, mouth open, he rocked back and forth onto Bakura's fingers. At least the preparation felt good. He just wasn't sure how taking in Bakura's length would go.

 

Yami reached underneath himself, taking his newly awaken erection into his hand, running his hand up and down it. He looked over his shoulder when Bakura slapped his butt.

 

`No touching yourself until I say you can. I'll think of more rules as we go along.' Bakura slapped Yami's rear again, liking the way Yami's inner walls clenched around his fingers.

 

`Hit me again, Bakura,' Yami moaned out, reluctantly letting going of his organ.

 

Bakura raised an eyebrow, but slapped Yami again, contently with the sigh he got. He could defiantly have some fun now. He removed his fingers from Yami's hole, receiving a cry of protest. His hand connected with Yami's buttocks again, causing the other spirit to moan.

 

Bakura picked up the tube of lubricant. He poured some into his hand, closed the tube, throwing it to the floor somewhere. He rubbed the clear gel between his hands before applying it to his weeping member. His eyes closed, moaning.

 

He stopped himself before he could get off on it too much, and gripped Yami's hip with a hand. With his other hand, he directed his erection to Yami's anus. He pushed the head of his organ in, stopping. He knew how it felt the first time, and without preparation.

 

He waited a moment or two, though it was killing him, until he was pretty certain that Yami had adjusted to the width. He pushed in a little further, feeling Yami's body trying to expel him. He knew it hurt, even with the fingering, but there was nothing he could do about that.

 

He continued to push himself in gradually, not wanting to tear Yami. That was the last thing he needed. Yami explaining to everyone why he couldn't sit down. He would have a little difficulty sitting down tomorrow, but he would be able to bear it at least.

 

When he was fully seated in, Bakura stopped, giving him and Yami a chance to catch their breath. He gripped Yami's hips. He had forgotten how good a virgin's body felt. He licked the nape of Yami's neck, gently nipping it.

 

One of his hands left Yami's hips, snaking around to grasp Yami's erection. His thumb swirled around the head, still slick from the lubricant. He felt Yami relax a little. He left Yami's member alone, gripping his hips again. He pulled out slowly, and re-entered himself the same way.

 

Yami bit his lower lip. It hadn't been too bad until Bakura entered him. He felt as though he was being stretched beyond his limits. He didn't think Bakura could ever be this soft when having sex, and Yami was one who didn't like to be proven wrong.

 

When he felt Bakura playing with his organ, his body almost instantly relaxed a little. In the back of his mind he knew this was all to keep Bakura's mouth closed, but he still couldn't help but enjoy it. Though it still hurt when Bakura moved, it wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be.

 

Yami gasped when Bakura struck that spot inside him again. His back arched as it was hit again and again. This was how he thought sex would feel. Sheer pleasure with a hint of pain, which just added to it. He pushed back onto Bakura's length, and as a result, Bakura moved faster.

 

Yami's eyes rolled into the back of his head as that sweet spot was hit every time Bakura entered him. He lowered his head, moaning, until Bakura hit it with force, causing him to scream and his head to snap up. A stream of saliva fell from his open mouth, falling to the bed, not that he noticed or cared.

 

Bakura let his head fall back. `Fuck,' he moaned as he slammed into Yami. He knew he shouldn't be so rough, but his body had needs as well, and to come was the main one.

 

Bakura's grip tightened on Yami's hips. He was grateful that Yami had tanned skin, otherwise he would be rather brushed tomorrow. He lent forward at the waist, letting his hips do all the work as he licked Yami's ear.

 

`You can touch yourself now,' he whispered hotly, watching as Yami steadied himself on one hand, while the other went to his erection.

 

Yami's hand worked with the speed of Bakura's thrusts. His cries of pleasure got louder as he neared his end. He didn't want to come but he didn't have any control of his body. He screamed Bakura's name in utter bliss as he released onto his abdomen and the covers.

 

Bakura grinded his teeth. He tried to hold off his own orgasm. He knew it was a lost cause. He pulled out of Yami and released onto the covers of the bed, running his hand up and down the length until no more came out. He kept himself steady, staring at Yami's quivering body.

 

When he regained himself, Bakura stood straight, stroking Yami's sweat soaked hair. He could feel the perspiration on his own body as he cooled down.

 

`Stand, Yami.' Bakura stepped back, watching as Yami got shakily to his feet. `The bathroom is across the hall.'

 

Yami inclined his head, making his way slowly out of the room. When he was alone, Bakura laughed. Oh, how he was going to love having Yami as a sex slave.

 

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Yami had showered and left moments before Ryou returned. Bakura was in the living room, doing his math homework. He greeted Ryou, smiling at him. He stared at Ryou until he was out of sight before turning his attention back to the problems.

 

He was on the last one when he heard Ryou scream. He looked up, staring at the clock on the mantle, smirking.

 

`Bakura!' Ryou screamed from upstairs.

 

`What?' Bakura called back innocently.

 

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End Chapter III.

 

Thanks to ladydragon222 and Dragon Speaker.