Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Fear ❯ The Fear - IV ( Chapter 4 )

~The Fear~

 

By: Aerys Krystie.

 

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`Bakura?' Mr. Featherby, the science teacher, called.

 

Bakura raised his head from the desk. Since he had done very little studying before Yami arrived last night, he decided to make up for it, after Ryou made him wash the covers, and was forced to sleep on the sofa, since Ryou took over his bed.

 

It had taken him nearly three hours to do his homework, especially since he was falling sleep most of the time. He had finished all his homework; it just wasn't as neat as it usually was. Not that he cared. It was done and the teachers should be damn grateful about it, too.

 

After giving a loud and long yawn, Bakura finally said, `Yes?'

 

`Would you care to explain what photosynthesis is?'

 

Bakura was thinking of telling the teacher where to go, but decided against it quickly. Instead, he decided to answer the question with as much detail as possible.

 

`Photosynthesis is the process of which plants, some bacteria and some protistans use the sunlight to produce sugar, which cellular respiration converts to ATP, the “fuel” used by all living things,' he answered, ignoring the shocked looks he got from the rest of the class. He was intelligent.

 

`Very good. Would you mind coming up here and writing the overall process on the board?'

 

Bakura groaned as he stood. He was sick of being the guinea pig. He went to the front of the class, taking the chalk from the teacher and writing: 6H2O + 6CO2 ----------> C6H12O6+ 6O on the board. He handed the chalk back to the teacher before he threw it at him.

 

`And for the record, that chemical equation translates to: six molecules of water plus six molecules of carbon dioxide produces one molecule of sugar plus six molecules of oxygen. Anything else?' Bakura yawned again, scratching the back of his head.

 

`Yes. What part of the plant produces the sugar?'

 

`What the fuck kind of a question is that?' Bakura demanded, glaring at the teacher.

 

Mr. Featherby shrugged. `If you don't know the answer, you don't have to swear about it. You may go back to your seat.'

 

Bakura growled. He really wanted to throttle the teacher, but thought it would be best if didn't get another conviction. He returned to his seat, beside Ryou, who was still staring at him.

 

`I had no idea you knew all that,' he muttered.

 

`Yeah, I'm just full of surprises.' Bakura pulled his books closer to him, resting his head on them.

 

While his eyes were closed, Bakura thought of ways to get Ryou out of the house while he and Yami had their fun. He ignored the teacher when he was called on again, and instead tried to remember if there were any movies that Ryou wanted to see.

 

A dark smile came over Bakura's lips when he remembered tonight was the opening night for the carnival. This couldn't get any better. Ryou had been waiting for the carnival for three months. Bakura hated carnivals. He was tired of being kicked out for attacking the clowns.

 

That actually wasn't his fault. Bakura just didn't trust people who full face make-up. If they did, they had something to hide. Unfortunately, Ryou loves clowns. Bakura would be damned if he let some pedophile near Ryou, not that Ryou saw it that way.

 

Clowns gave him a balloon dog. When Bakura saw that freak with bizarre orange hair smile at Ryou he attacked, laying his fists into the clown's face. If anything, he wouldn't have to worry about wearing make-up. Security had pulled him off the clown, and handed him over to the police.

 

Bakura didn't suffer from coulrophobia, he just didn't trust them. Bakura feared nothing, except Ryou sometimes. But that was only sometimes.

 

`Hey, Ryou, it's the opening night for the carnival.'

 

Ryou's eyes lit up like a shopping mall. `Um, will you be alright on your own tonight?'

 

Bakura held a finger up as he pulled out his cell phone. He sent a quick SMS to Yami, and was pleased with the reply. He turned his attention back to Ryou.

 

`Yeah, sure. I am a big boy after all.' He smirked, ruffling Ryou's hair.

 

Bakura stopped smiling. He had a lot of work to do when he got home. Making his room smell nice was the main one. He was sure he could coax Ryou into helping him. After all, what were little brothers for? Other than pranking.

 

`Bakura, this is wrong,' Mr. Featherby said, staring at the board.

 

`My foot it is,' was Bakura's casual reply.

 

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Bakura had just finished his science homework when the doorbell chimed. His penis twitched to life just at the thought of what was about to happen. He loved how Yami was always on time; always eager to learn more about sexual activities. And Bakura was more than happy to teach him.

 

Bakura went to the door, opening it enough so Yami could enter the house. That afternoon Bakura had told Ryou to help him clean the house; otherwise he had to do two lot of homework and wouldn't be allowed to go to the carnival. Ryou had done most of the house before Bakura had finished his room.

 

He had remade his bed with the black satin covers he loved, polished the shackles attached to the bed and walls. He swept and mopped the black tiles. He found tiles to be easier to clean; especially when blood found its way onto the floor.

 

He also took down the purple velvet drapes, replacing them with black velvet. The dark wood of the bed had been polished and Yami's outfit placed on it. He could just imagine how the Pharaoh would look in it.

 

Bakura took Yami to his room, chuckling to himself. He allowed Yami to enter the room first. He could tell the other spirit was impressed. It was clean and smelt like ylang-ylang.

 

Stepping into the room, closing the door behind himself, Bakura turned the lamps on the bedside chests on. He picked up the outfit he had lain out for Yami, and handed it to him.

 

`No.'

 

Bakura forced it into Yami's hands, roughly grabbing a handful of hair. `You will wear this, otherwise I'll go Bible Black on your ass,' he threatened.

 

`You wouldn't dare,' Yami said, staring into Bakura's eyes.

 

`Risk it!'

 

Yami quickly stripped, while Bakura got a few other pieces he needed for this evening. After learning that Yami liked to be spanked, Bakura decided to spice things up a little. He did wonder what Yami dreamt about, but decided he wasn't that curious.

 

`You're kidding, right? How long do you expect me to wear this?'

 

Bakura turned to see Yami dressed in the outfit. `Ah, Pharaoh, you look delicious.'

 

Yami was dressed in a pair of leather underwear. But this was one had been modified. One hole at the front to allow Yami's penis freedom; one in the back, well, for obvious reasons. He could plainly see that Yami was getting excited over this.

 

Bakura chuckled to himself. How, when or why Yami became interested in pain, he didn't care or want to know. All that mattered was that Yami was into it, and by the looks of things, really enjoyed it as well. He circled Yami, enjoying the show.

 

Bakura stopped behind the other spirit, running his hands over Yami's bare chest, roughly pinching his nipples. He smirked when Yami cried out with pain and pleasure. One of his hands slipped down Yami's body, toying with the semi-erect organ, making it stand at attention.

 

He rubbed his own erection against Yami's behind. He gently pushed Yami forward with his hips, before throwing him onto the bed.

 

`I'm not going to chain you down tonight, but in a couple of days, you'll be chained up, and beaten. Just so you know, and aren't completely freaked out by it.' Bakura stripped, getting on the bed behind Yami.

 

He turned Yami around, moving up his body so he was straddling Yami's face. He pointed his erection down to Yami's mouth. He saw uncertainty flash in Yami's crimson eyes as he opened his mouth, allowing Bakura to slip himself in.

 

Bakura's eyes closed half way as a deep groan left his throat. He gently stroked Yami's hair, looking down at him. His hips rocked back and forth slowly, since he knew that Yami had probably never given oral gratification to anyone before.

 

Bakura made a mental note to himself to do this when Yami was chained. He almost lost himself with the image that came from the thought. He pulled back, flipping Yami around, positioning him so his rear was in the air.

 

Bakura's eyes got a shine of malice as he shoved two fingers into Yami's mouth. When he was almost certain they were slick enough he pushed them into Yami's anus, smirking cruelly when he felt how tight Yami was. He twisted his fingers, probing for that spot.

 

When Yami screamed, his channel clenching, he knew he had found it. He continued to play with it, while he held back his own needs. He was seconds from penetrating Yami. Bakura never really was one for stopping his body.

 

He licked his lips as he pulled his fingers back. He didn't really care if his erection was dry as he pushed into Yami. He forced himself to go slow. He may not care about Yami, but he didn't want the others to think he was abusing Yami in any way. That would cause a new set of problems.

 

Bakura ran his hands over Yami's tanned back, gently kneading the flesh with his strong fingers. He could feel Yami relaxing gradually. When he felt Yami had relaxed enough, he pulled back slowly, re-entering him. He raised an eyebrow when Yami pushed back.

 

`My, what a horny little bitch you are tonight.' Bakura rocked his hips back and forth with fervor.

 

Bakura gave a moaning chuckle, slamming into Yami. He let his head fall back as he moaned loudly. He thought he heard the front door close, but decided not to take any notice of it. He was having too good a time to be worried about keeping Ryou up, or distracting him from his homework.

 

He grabbed both of Yami's wrists, pulling them behind his back, his hips not stopping. He pulled Yami's upper half up, his hips going faster, harder. He wasn't going to stop until the Pharaoh was screaming his name.

 

He growled, yanking Yami's arms back even more. He realized what he was doing, but he didn't stop. If he stopped, Yami might get the wrong idea about him, and he couldn't have that. He was a thief and a stealer of souls, and now, he was a spoiler of virgins, and he would be damned if he let anyone think otherwise.

 

He let his body go at an erratic pace. It was desperate for its release, and Bakura wasn't about to stop it. Bakura gave a lustful smirk when Yami moaned out his name. It wasn't what he wanted. He wanted the Pharaoh to scream until his voice was hoarse, and there was only one way to do that.

 

Bakura's hips slammed against Yami's rear. The sound of the connecting skin almost echoed in the room. He was beginning to reach his end, but he would not come before the Pharaoh. No, he had more self control than that. When Yami finally screamed his name, Bakura couldn't stop himself as he released into Yami's passage.

 

He let go of Yami's wrists, as he fell on him, coming down from that wonderful high. He was almost content to fall asleep there, until something entered his mind.

 

Bakura pulled away from Yami, getting off the bed. He had more important things to do right now. `Get dressed and get out, Yami. I'll talk with you tomorrow.'

 

Bakura could hear Yami moving around, and then the door opened and closed. He sighed, staring out the window, staring at the full moon. Bitch. Picking up the cordless phone he had in his room, he dialed a familiar number.

 

`Marik? We're going to have some fun tonight. Get your shit together and meet me at Domino Park in twenty minutes.' He hung up, dressed and left the house, a malevolent smirk on his lips.

 

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End Chapter IV.

 

Thanks to ladydragon222, Kyllion Angel, Santiana, Dragon Speaker, Kuro Ookami Hatake, Yami no Hitokiri.