Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Temptation ❯ The Last Temptation ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Yup, the muses are at it again. Insatiable little bastards... Enjoy the *coughhotyamihikariactioncough* fic.

The Last Temptation

   & nbsp;        The warm afternoon sun wrapped itself around Malik Ishtar’s already sun kissed body as he lay out by the pool. He heaved a deep sigh of relief as he sipped an iced mocha latte.

“Malik! Malik! Check this out!” his friend, Ryou Bakura, shouted as he ran out the open patio door.

Malik let out a small growl and set his latte down on the little plastic table next to his folding beach chair. He slid his sunglasses up onto the top of his head and sighed, “What is it?”

Ryou panted as he sided up to Malik and handed him a white envelope.

Malik cocked his eyebrow at the unmarked envelope. “What the hell is this?” he asked, turning the envelope over in search of a name or something.

“Just look inside,” Ryou answered, his chestnut colored eyes wide with shock.

Malik opened the envelope and pulled out an 8x10 photograph. His jaw dropped when he saw the shadowy image imprinted on the heavy paper; a pale, well toned , half- naked body; dressed only in high-heeled thigh high black leather boots, with a hand shielding their most private part. There person’s face was hidden in darkness, yet there was something familiar about them.

“Holy shit, Ryou! Is this you?”

Ryou shook his head from side to side and gave Malik a smack on the arm. “Of course it’s not me! Do you actually believe I would pose for such a provocative photograph?”

A big grin crossed Malik’s lips as he traced over the sexy image with his finger.

 “I kinda wish you would, damn this is fucking sexy!” he chuckled as he held the picture up at a different angle.

Ryou snatched the photograph out of Malik’s hand and held it in front of his chest.

“Where did you get it?” Malik asked curiously, reaching for his iced latte.

“I found it slipped under the front door a few minutes ago”

“Hmm, freaky shit,” Malik sighed as he slid his sunglasses back down over his eyes.

Ryou took another look at the picture and nodded his head. “Yes, very freaky indeed. I wonder who sent it?”

“Probably your mother,” Malik snickered as he laid back and closed his eyes.

Ryou shook his head, “Oh you.”

     & nbsp;      That night, as Ryou lay alone in his bed watching that Late Late Show on television. He was just beginning to doze off when the telephone ring.

Ryou rolled over lazily and picked up the call.

“Hello?” he answered in a drowsy voice.

//Mmm... awww...ahhhh...Nnnnngh...// the person on the other end breathed heavily.

Ryou cocked his head, “What? I can’t hear you, you’ll have to speak louder.”

//Ryou...Mmmm...ooh, yeah.. I wish I was there with you now...//

Ryou nearly choked from the sensual sound of the person’s deep, erotic voice.

“Who is this?” he asked. He felt his groin tensing.

//Oh gods...I’m so hard...for you, Ryou Bakura...//

“You’re not playing fair!” Ryou practically shouted into the phone, “Tell me who you are!”

//......//

Ryou could only hear the person breathing. He felt his body tingling inside. Was this the same person in the photograph he’d received earlier?

A small moan escaped Ryou’s lips as he remembered the sexy image in the picture.

//Are you hard too?//

“M’hm” Ryou answered, reaching into his boxer shorts and gripping his hard-on.

//Very good...//

“Who..are..you?” Ryou breathed deeply as he let his hand give him pleasure.

All he got in response was an evil laugh before the person hung up on him.

Ryou growled in frustrating as he slammed the phone back down.

“Creep,” he grumbled as he snatched the bottle of lotion off his nightstand and yanked down his shorts.

      &nbs p;      He felt like he’d just fallen asleep when he heard a knock on his door. Half asleep yet, Ryou slid out of his bed and wrapped his blanket around his naked body. He staggered out of his room and out into the hallway.

The knocking continued as he made his way to the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, jeesh, relax!” The tired white haired man said loudly as he stumbled through the darkness wrapped in his blanket.

“Who is it?” he asked as he reached for the knob.

“Just open the door, Ryou...”

The voice sounded familiar, but Ryou still was unable to place it. He hesitated to turn the knob as fear began to course through his veins.

He swallowed hard as he pulled the door open.

“Hello?” he gulped as he eyes fixed on the person on the other side.

They were dressed on a black hat, black sunglasses, and a long black leather trench coat, and nothing more.

“Hello to you too,” the man grinned as he stepped inside.

“Who..who..”

The man grasped the blanket wrapped around Ryou and pulled him into a heated kiss.

Ryou moaned as the blanket dropped to the floor, leaving him completely naked and vulnerable to his mysterious visitor.

“I know everything about you, Ryou Bakura... all of your deepest secrets ...and desires.”

Ryou whimpered into the man’s mouth as the man’s powerful lips pressed against his.

“Touch me,” the mysterious one said firmly as he untied the belt of his trench coat with one hand.

Ryou reached up gingerly with both hands and opened the coat.

Than he saw it.

The golden Millennium Item that he couldn’t get rid of hung around his visitor’s neck, resting against his bare chest.

“Yami! It’s you!” he gasped, jerking away from the touch of the Spirit of the Ring.

The spirit chuckled as he pulled Ryou back into his arms. “Why do you fight me? I can see full well you want me,” he purred, glancing down and reaching between Ryou’s legs, stroking him slowly.

Ryou whimpered as he felt himself grow hard within the spirit’s grasp.

“That’s it, Ryou Bakura...” the demon purred, swirling his thumb around the delicate line of nerves connecting the head and the shaft.

Ryou began to shiver and shake. The tomb-robber’s touch was sending sensations through his body he didn’t think he should be feeling, considering the source. He placed his hands on the spirit’s shoulders and gripped onto them tightly. He wanted to push the leather clad demon away, but...

The soul stealer squeezed Ryou’s manhood and gave it a sharp jerk.

Ryou gasped from the sudden pain that tore through his lower body.

The spirit chuckled evilly as he squeezed even harder, “Fuck, kid... you sound so sexy when you do that. Fucking gods, I’m going to cum on the spot if I hear you cry out like that again.”

Ryou bit his lip and swallowed hard. “But..but.. You’re not even real, how...how..”

The King of Thieves released Ryou’s erection and pushed him against the wall, caging him in with his body. With his hands pressed flat against the wall on either side of Ryou’s head, he grinned as he leaned over and found Ryou’s lips with his own, using his tongue to pry Ryou’s lips apart so that he could explore the warmth beyond them.

Ryou’s lower lip trembled as the spirit’s wet tongue slid around in his mouth. He closed his eyes and held his breath. He felt trapped, wanting to run, but knowing full well there was nowhere to hide.

“How real did that feel to you?” the white haired-devil smirked ferally as he pulled away from the kiss.

Ryou peered out from half closed eyes, seeing only his own reflection in the thief’s dark sunglasses.

“Oh god...”

Bakura chuckled, “Very perceptive, boy.” He grinned evilly as he ran his hand down Ryou’s chest, lightly brushing his fingertips over Ryou’s arousal. “You seem very tense, perhaps are you scared of something?”

Ryou shook his head, “Not...scared ..Yami Bakura.”

“Very good, I’m glad to hear that, because I need you, Ryou Bakura... more than you will ever understand.”

Ryou took a deep breath. He fought with himself within his head. His body was screaming ‘yes,’ while his mind was telling him to stop. He still was having a hard time believing everything.

“Ryou, I told you to touch me, I won’t bite you if you do... not yet,” the thief smirked, licking his lips.

Ryou let his hands slowly slide inside Yami Bakura’s coat, going against what his mind was telling him. Was this real? Was this really happening? He brushed his thumbs lightly over the demon’s nipples. They were warm to the touch.

The deep moan that escaped the yami’s lips sent shivers down Ryou’s spine. He let his hands continue their trek down the tomb-robber’s lithe body, stopping short of his manhood.

“Go ahead, touch me...” Yami Bakura purred in Ryou’s ear, nipping at his earlobe.

 Ryou felt the tip of the thief’s arousal twitch as his palm brushed over it. He was so hard, so hot, and so real feeling. Ryou bit his lip. “This isn’t right... not right at all!” Ryou whimpered as he swirled his thumb around in the fluid weeping from the hardened shaft in his hand.

The Tomb-Robber licked Ryou’s lips. “What's wrong will soon feel right, go ahead, stroke that hard cock in your hand.”

Ryou slowly pumped the throbbing muscle. His breathing grew rapid, his heart began to race. A million voices were screaming in his head telling him to stop. He was playing with fire if this was in so really happening. The creature whose cock he was stroking was capable of the foulest deed, a sociopath demon unafraid of anything, and willing to go to extremes to get what he wanted.

Yami Bakura threw his head back and moaned. The black hat he was wearing fluttered to the floor. His silvery white hair fell down over his shoulders and back. “Oh fuck yeah, Ryou,” He growled in a guttural voice as he thrust his hips rhythmically forward and pulled them back, over and over.

Ryou’s felt like a million pins and needles were shooting out of his body.

“I’m so fucking hard, Ryou, can you feel that?” Yami Bakura panted, holding Ryou’s arms as he continued to thrust.

“Yes, I feel it,” Ryou answered, his own arousal paining terribly from being neglected, one thing he knew was as real as a heart attack.

Yami Bakura’s evil laugh rang through Ryou’s head as he felt the thief’s hand cascading down his naked body.

“Try and lose control, Ryou... do it for me,” the spirit whispered in Ryou’s ear as he picked Ryou up and pressed their bodies together.

Ryou whimpered as his yami’s arousal rubbed up against his. The spirit felt so real, but he still couldn’t believe it. He wrapped his legs around the thief’s waist tightly, trying to gain even closer contact.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, Ryou Bakura.”

Yami Bakura leaned over and sunk his teeth into the side of Ryou’s milk-white neck as he plunged himself inside the innocent youth’s tight heat, wholly possessing his body, satisfying his greed.

Ryou cried out as the demon filled him to the hilt. The pain was so real, it tore through his body like the bite of the Taipan snake, burning through his veins, and scorching his very soul. The killing power behind the spirit’s hardness invading his body make him shiver and shake.

Yami Bakura growled as he pounded Ryou against the wall, each thrust more aggressive than the last. Blood seeped out from Ryou’s backside and trickled down Yami Bakura’s thighs as he slammed into his hikari with deadly animalistic force.

The scent of sex and blood was intoxicating. The demon growled loudly as he dug his fingernails into Ryou’s skin, tearing the flesh, staining it to red from white.

Ryou’s toes curled as he clung to his yami, absorbing every inch of him. Ragged whimpers were torn from his throat as his yami slammed into his prostate repeatedly, sending his body into a hellish sexual euphoria. It felt so good, yet it felt so bad. What was he to think?

Yami Bakura’s mouth covered one of the wounds he inflicted and sucked at his hikari’s bleeding flesh.

“Oh fuck yeah!” the demon hissed as he pounded Ryou into the wall even harder and faster.

Ryou grit his teeth and screamed. His cock twitched and wept with his essence, showing signs of his release.

“I.. don’t...think..so..” the spirit growled raggedly, reaching into his coat pocket.

He quickly forced a cold metal cock ring down Ryou’s straining shaft, down to the base of his balls, preventing Ryou’s release from erupting.

“FUCK!” Ryou screamed as he was put in even more pain.

Their face were so close they were almost touching. Sweat dripped from Yami Bakura’s spiky silver bangs, stinging Ryou’s eyes.

Yami Bakura chuckled wickedly as he quickly regained his momentum. He was soon slamming himself like a jackhammer into Ryou again. “Me first,” the thief grinned as he pinned Ryou’s arms back flat against the wall.

Ryou had no other choice but to tighten his legs around Yami Bakura’s waist, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground. He whined and whimpered as the demon thrust into him like a runaway train. His balls felt like they were going to burst, and his cock felt as though it were going to split.

“Fuck, COMING!” the demon snarled through clenched teeth.

Ryou felt every ounce of his yami’s hot, toxic essence forced deep inside him. It burned like hell.

The white-haired demon slowly sunk down to his knees, taking Ryou down with him; his spent cock still embedded deep within his hikari. He brushed Ryou’s sweat soaked bangs out of his face and grinned as he took his dark sunglasses off. He looked deep into Ryou’s eyes.

 “Nothing can stop me from having you all for myself, Ryou Bakura... nothing, nobody, not a fucking thing. You are mine, and mine alone; that’s all there is to it. Am I clear?”

Ryou swallowed hard as he started catching his breath. His body was screaming for release. The pain between his legs had reached a cataclysmic level. He didn’t care what he had to say to the demon, he just needed to come in the worst way.

“Yes, yes! I understand! Just let me come, please yami!” he begged, tears staining his flushed alabaster cheeks.

The demon smirked victoriously, slowly pulling out of his hikari, wincing once fully out of Ryou’s tight, bloody heat, “Very good choice.”

“Please let me come now, I beg of you, please let me come, yami,” Ryou pleaded desperately, spreading his legs apart.

Yami Bakura nodded his head. He quickly yanked the metal ring off and started stroking Ryou quickly.

Ryou lost control and screamed bloody murder as his release shot out of his body like a rocket, covering both his stomach and his yami’s hand.

The demon grinned evilly as he licked the salty essence from his fingers. He got up slowly and walked toward the door.

“We will be seeing each other again very soon,” he said with a wink as he walked out the door.

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A/N: *evil grin* Hell yeah, now THAT'S the scheming, devilish Bakura we all know and love so fucking much. Well, at least I love 'em all wicked and conniving, I'm just not into the whole lovey-dovey fluffy mushy scene though. That shit makes my wanna puke. *snicker* DARKNESS RULES! WAAAHOOOO!