Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Fear ❯ The Fear - VI ( Chapter 6 )

~The Fear~

 

By: Aerys Krystie.

A/N: I truly apologize for taking so long with this chapter. I just had so many ideas on what to do, that I had to choose one and do it. As you can tell, it's not all that well written and I apologize for that, too. Please, enjoy it.

 

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Yami sat the desk in his and Yugi's room, staring out the window above it. The idea of actually doing homework did enter his mind, more than once. As he lowered his eyes to the math problem sheet laid out before him, he sighed.

Realizing he couldn't bring himself to do anything, Yami groaned in defeat. He had hoped that doing his math work would actually take his mind off where he was due in the next hour. He had skipped school that day, convincing Yugi and Grandpa he was sick. Not wanting him to miss out on anything, Yugi had collected his homework.

He had called Bakura to let him know their “date” would have to be cancelled again. After hanging up, he had called someone else, wanting to talk to them. He had half hoped that they wouldn't agree, but when they did, his heart leapt for joy.

Seto sure didn't sound too impressed to be meeting me. Yami went back to staring out the window, trying to figure out what he was going to say to the stoic business man. Chewing his lower lip, he jumped when the phone on the desk rang. He stared at it for a few seconds, answering it on the third ring.

`Hello?'

`I can't make our appointment.' Seto.

Yami sighed, hanging up without another word. There was nothing to be said. He had wanted to get away from Bakura, wanted to tell Seto how he felt, just to get away from what scared him. He frowned, when the room darkened. The setting sun was hidden by clouds.

Perfect. He stood, leaving the room, going downstairs to the small kitchen. In there, Yugi was making dinner while Grandpa closed up the shop. He sat down at the table, staring at Yugi's back. He couldn't believe he was about to do this.

`Yugi, how did you tell Ryou you loved him?'

Yugi tensed slightly, turning around quickly. He stared at Yami like he was sane. Where had that come from? Shaking his head, Yugi smiled warmly. It was nice to know there was someone who could grapple Yami and pull him into the wonderful world of love.

`Well, it was kind of simple. It was Valentine's Day, you were in Chicago-'

`I've never been to Chicago.'

`You have now, don't ruin the story. Anyway, I just sent him a card revealing how I felt about him. I never thought he would feel the same way about me. We've been together ever since. Now, who have you got your eye on?' Yugi finished preparing dinner and put it in a pot, placing it on the stove. He wanted to give Yami his undivided attention.

`No-one,' Yami answered slowly, lowering his eyes. `I just never knew how you told Ryou, now I do.' He stood, scratching the back of his head. `I had better go finish my homework.'

Yami headed back up to the second floor, going to the bedroom, closing the door behind himself. He sat down in the chair at the desk again, staring down at the paper. Frowning slightly, Yami completed the problems without a hitch, wondering why he didn't bother with it before.

Pulling out the science homework, Yami jumped when the phone rang again. When did this place become so popular? He answered it, paling as he heard Bakura's voice on the other end.

`You sound a lot better, Pharaoh.'

Yami's breathing became a little labored. He drew a blank on how to get himself out of this mess. He swallowed hard when he heard Bakura chuckle.

`Get over here. Otherwise, I'll be going over there, and don't worry; I have various objects that can be carried to remind you of your place with me.'

Yami flinched when the other end went dead; he released a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He replaced the receiver with a shaking hand, closing his eyes. What am I going to do? Staring out the window, Yami sighed. Well, at least it isn't - He rolled his eyes as it began to sprinkle outside, before a downpour came through.

And he wants me to walk over there in this weather? Standing from his seat he went to the closet, dressing in jeans and a tee. He raced downstairs, calling out something about returning a library book, pulled his shoes on and left the store.

Within seconds, he was soaked through and through. He wandered along the streets, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. Perhaps he should have just told Kaiba on the phone how he felt. But he wasn't sure if that was something he wanted to do.

Without being able to explain it, Yami wasn't sure if he wanted these visits to stop. Sure, Bakura was a little rough, but he never did anything to cause too much pain or trouble for that matter. Somewhere, in the darkest and most disturbed part of his mind, Yami knew he could trust Bakura. And that was something he didn't want to admit openly.

Kicking a can out of his way, Yami crossed the street, not really caring how many cars had to slam on their breaks. He had more important things to think about. Like, when did he start trusting Bakura? The guy was blackmailing him! And he had this ridiculous notion that it wasn't about that.

True, Bakura had probably chosen him because he was inexperienced and very curious. Yami shook his head. How could be curious about the sort of stuff that Bakura is into? Bondage had never crossed his mind. Actually, losing his virginity to Bakura had never crossed his mind, either.

Raising his head, Yami saw that he had arrived at Bakura's house. `Why am I curious about this?' he wondered out loud as he rang the doorbell. What did he hope to gain from this experience? He rolled his eyes as several words came to mind. None fit at all with his current predicament.

The door opened with the words `Get your ass inside now, Pharaoh.'

Yami stepped into the house, standing just inside the doorway. He wasn't really nervous about this. Just nervous about what Bakura had in mind for him for lying. He looked Bakura in the eye, who looked rather annoyed.

`Well, don't just stand there! You'll ruin the rug. Get upstairs, third door on the right.' Bakura stepped aside to let Yami through.

Yami hurried upstairs, going to the room Bakura had told him to. The bathroom. He stripped out of his wet clothes, folding them and placing them on the counter. He glanced into the mirror above the basin. His hair had gone flat, framing his face. He blinked. He had never looked girlier.

He jumped when there was a hard knock at the door. He opened it a crack, seeing Bakura on the other side. He actually wondered where Ryou was, but knew it wasn't his place to ask. Instead, he had to worry about Bakura, who forced the door open, grabbing Yami's lower arm, pulling him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.

Closing and locking the door, Bakura turned to Yami. `You lied to me, Pharaoh, and now, you will pay for it. Get on the bed.'

Yami wasn't sure if he wanted to defy Bakura and did as he was ordered, getting on the bed. He saw cuffs on the bedside chest and chewed his lower lip nervously. Was Bakura going to chain him down and beat him? He did say he was going to do that, right?

Bakura noticed the look in Yami's eyes when he saw the cuffs. Rolling his eyes, he picked them up. `They're wrist and thigh cuffs, Yami. I wasn't planning on using them so early into our relationship, but you gave me no choice.'

Bakura quickly attached the cuffs to Yami's body, stepping back. He licked his lips. Yami just looked so, so delectable there. Almost completely exposed, he certainly was the stuff wet dreams are made of. Giving a small chuckle, he opened the top drawer of the bedside chest, pulling something out.

Yami watched Bakura with growing interest. He didn't care what Bakura did. Only they knew about this “relationship” as Bakura called it, so there was no way he would be humiliated by it. Well, he hoped he wouldn't be humiliated by it anyway.

Bakura turned Yami onto his knees, enjoying the sight of Yami looking so ready to be penetrated or spanked. Whichever one came first.

Bakura turned his eyes to Yami's exposed rear, grinning. He roughly grabbed a handful of Yami's hair, ripping his head back. He licked Yami's cheek, as he dropped the object from his hand to give Yami's behind a hard slap, hearing the pharaoh moan.

`You had better not bullshit to me again, bitch.' Bakura slapped Yami's rump again, loving the sound.

Yami bit his lower to keep himself from crying out in bliss. He was already turned on and was dying to know what Bakura would do to him next. As another slap landed, he couldn't help himself, he moaned loudly, his arms struggling against the restraints.

Bakura let go of Yami's hair, picking up the object again. He turned it on, a gentle hum coming for it. He shoved two fingers into Yami's mouth, smiling maliciously as he sucked them. He took them away, forcing both into the other's anus, whose back dipped at the intrusion.

The white haired spirit grinned, dangling the bullet vibe in Yami's eyesight, letting the other spirit know what was about to happen. Removing his fingers, Bakura placed the tip of the vibe at Yami's entrance, hearing him gasp, Bakura pushed in, turning it up.

Yami cried out as Bakura kept pushing it in further until it was resting against that spot. That spot that made Yami moan; scream; beg for more. His hands ached to be free, to be able to pleasure his weeping member that was dripping with neglect.

Bakura smirked, standing back. He watched the way Yami's body writhed, trying to get more of the ecstasy but failing. He rubbed his own erection through his pants with the palm of his hand. He gritted his teeth. Seeing Yami act this way was beautiful.

Walking idly around the bed, Bakura took mental pictures of Yami from almost every angle. He stopped on the other side, studying his face. Eyes half closed, mouth open moaning like a whore. Growling, Bakura went around to the other side of the bed.

Going into the top drawer again, he pulled out one of his favorite slappers. He cracked it across Yami's backside, making the pharaoh cry out in surprise and pleasure. He continued to belt Yami with the piece of leather until his hide was nearly as red as his hair.

Bakura ran his fingertips over the redness, knowing he probably been a little to harsh for Yami's first time. Blowing cool air over the marks for a moment, Bakura's hand hunted around for the clasps to Yami's binds. Undoing them, he turned the spirit over, chaining him up in the spread eagle pose.

Opening the draw again, keeping it open this time, Bakura removed two small objects from it. He showed the clear nipple clamps to Yami, who was too deluded with lust to actually register what was going to happen to him. Adjusting the tension, Bakura attached them.

While Yami tugged on the shackles, Bakura picked up a green candle and a lighter. Lighting the wick, the pale spirit gave it a moment to be useable. Testing it on his hand first, Bakura dropped the first bit of wax on Yami's left inner thigh, causing him to cry out and writhe beneath the torturous touch.

Chuckling sadistically, Bakura continued to let the wax drip on Yami's thigh, slowing moving to the other one. With a psychotic grin, Bakura dripped wax onto Yami's scrotum, who yanked on the chains and Bakura was worried he would break them.

Standing the candle up on the bedside chest, Bakura grabbed a cock ring, attaching it Yami. With it secured, he got the candle again, letting more wax go to the scrotum. Yami's hips bucked upward as he whimpered, staring at Bakura, wanting more.

Bakura moved the candle to Yami's torso, dropping wax onto his abdomen. Green certainly was Yami's color. Wondering where that came from, Bakura tilted the candle more, letting more of the melted candle fall to Yami's body.

With his free hand, he grasped Yami's erection, jerking it roughly, making him scream again and again. Leaving the organ alone for now, Bakura removed one of the clamps on Yami's nipples. He licked the nub and blew on it softly, then dripped wax on it.

Yami shouted at the sensation. He loved the way Bakura was playing with his body. His head fell back as a pressure was applied to his nipple, harder than before. It was wonderful. He continued to tug on the shackles, wanting his hands free, wanting to just touch Bakura, which he knew was weird.

But at the moment, Yami was beyond all rational thinking. He only wanted Bakura to continue with this - this pleasurable torture.

`Fuck, Bakura!' Yami screamed in bliss as Bakura tipped more wax onto his body.

Bakura stared down at Yami. `You are so easy to turn on, you bitch.' He blew the candle out, tossing it to the floor, as he sat between Yami's thighs. His eyes raked over Yami's body. `You are a slut, Yami.'

Reaching back, Bakura got the control for the bullet vibe and turned it up higher. Yami bucked wilder than a bronco. He was not going to take that toy until he heard the words he wanted to hear. Judging by the way Yami was carrying on, he had a feeling it would be sooner than he thought.

Getting off the bed, Bakura stripped. He hoped Yami would say those words soon; otherwise Bakura would just let his urges win him over.

`Are you ready to feel the real thing, yet?' Bakura grazed his nails over Yami's erection.

Yami shuddered violently at the sensation, nodding his head, not being able to make a coherent word. He had been waiting for Bakura's flesh since the beginning.

`I'm sorry, Yami, what was that?'

Yami was seconds from breaking into tears. `Yes, I'm ready for it!'

Bakura turned the vibe up higher, loving Yami's scream of bliss. `Ready for what?'

Having an extremely difficult time trying to think, let alone answer, Yami just looked at Bakura. What did this sadist want from him? Was he expecting full sentence answers? Well, he was going to be sorely disappointed.

`Just ask me to fuck you, idiot, and I will.' Bakura gripped Yami's erection tightly.

`It's obvious I want it!'

Bakura raised an eyebrow at Yami, and stepped back. `I can let you suffer all night, bitch. If you don't want that, beg me to fuck you.'

Yami's breathing was taken up by moans. Somehow, he managed to get out the words `Fuck me, Bakura! Please, fuck me!'

Tilting his head to the side, Bakura snickered. `A slave does not refer to his master by his name.'

Yami stared at Bakura. When did they agree on this? Yami knew the answer at once. The moment he rang the doorbell. Was he that desperate for release? Of course he was. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to stay conscious.

`I'm sorry, master. Please, fuck me, master.' All self-respect and pride had left Yami half an hour into their little meeting.

Bakura inclined his head, pleased. He turned the vibe off, pulling it out gently, placing it on the bedside chest to be cleaned. He got between Yami's legs again, reaching under the pillow, pulling out a tube of lubricant.

Lathering his erection quickly, Bakura entered Yami. Without a pause, he built up a steady rhythm instantly. Bakura didn't bother with pleasuring Yami, this was more for him to get off than the pharaoh, yet Yami didn't seem bothered by it.

Yami voiced his pleasure loudly. Being filled with the real thing from Bakura would always be enough for him. He could feel his back sticking to the covers from sweat as his body longed for that moment where it would finally be free.

Bakura supported himself on one hand and removed the cock ring from Yami with the other, tossing it aside, grasping the other spirit's erection. His hips picked up momentum, his hand joining the rhythm. This may be for his pleasure, but he had punished Yami enough for one night. Tomorrow night would be a different story.

Placing his forehead against Yami's, Bakura stared into the crimson orbs, daring Yami to orgasm. He altered the angle of his hips slightly, slamming against Yami's spot, allowing himself a small moan, which was lost in Yami's scream as he came.

Bakura continued to milk Yami's member as his hips continued their work, his pace becoming more erratic, his body telling him to let go. Letting go of deflating organ, Bakura gripped Yami's shoulders, his head falling back as he released his semen into the channel, a sigh leaving his mouth.

Collapsing on Yami, Bakura panted. That was defiantly the best orgasm he had ever had. It blew Marik out of the water. Removing his flaccid penis from Yami's body, Bakura undid the shackles, noticing the marks around Yami's wrists, knowing he would have a hard time explaining them if anyone saw them.

Falling onto his back, Bakura stared at his ceiling. `What time is it, Yami?'

Yami looked around the room for a clock. Finding one on the opposite bedside chest, his eyes widened. `It's eleven-thirty. Grandpa and Yugi will be having a fit.'

Yami got off the bed, falling to his knees, his body still not recovering from the abuse it went through in the last few hours. He was dreading waking up tomorrow morning and not being able to move.

`Pharaoh, just stay the night. Call them in the morning and make up some bullshit. Get back into bed before you get a chill through your body.' Bakura stood, pulling back to the covers and getting in.

Yami joined him after a few seconds. They could shower in the morning, and Bakura could get Ryou to wash his sheets and whatnot. Not bothering to turn off the lights, Bakura closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.

 

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Malik scratched the back of his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He wasn't sure what had just happened up there, but it sure did last a while. He and Ryou were not expecting that when they returned from visiting the carnival.

Glancing at the white haired boy, he raised a quizzical eyebrow. Something was telling him he didn't want to know about what just happened, but the better half of him wanted to know. With the way someone was screaming up there, it sounded like fun.

Ryou just blushed, shrugging his shoulders. Obviously whatever Bakura had been doing embarrassed the hell out of him. Now the pale teen knew how Malik felt whenever they heard Kaiba and Marik going at it like rabbits.

`I'm sure it was nothing.' Ryou honestly did not want to explain anything, not right now. He had more than enough to do.

`Yeah, I'm sure it was nothing, too. I wonder if that other person is still alive.' Malik stretched, lying out on the sofa.

`They are. Bakura doesn't kill unless he really has to or really wants to.' Ryou stood from his place on the floor before the fireplace, and headed upstairs.

He knew that he couldn't blame Bakura; he had said he would be staying at Malik's that night, but the storm had forced them to come back to Ryou's. It was closer. They had both showered and Ryou had even put Yami's clothes through the drier.

Unlocking Bakura's door with the spare key that was hidden behind the doorframe, Ryou peeked in, seeing Bakura and Yami passed out on the bed. He smiled, turning the lights off and closing the door again, locking it and returning the key. Tomorrow morning was not going to be fun.

 

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I am so sorry about the slowness of this! I really am! But, I'm only human!

Thank you to everyone who stuck by this story. You're all gems to me! *kisses to all*