Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Touch ❯ Touch: Part II ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Touch Part II

Pairing: Bakura x Ryou

Rating: X

Warnings: Lemon. In-character Bakura. Lemon. Yaoi. M/M. Swearing, WAFF, and the “awwww” effect. If at any point in this fic you go “awwww....” then my plan worked.

 

Himitsu Dorobou edited this chapter. And there was much rejoicing…yay…

(Note - the recent update was simply to correct a few spelling errors I hadn't found the first time around.)

I must say... WTF! You actually like this? I'm shocked! Seriously! Wow. Anyway. I found part two a lot of fun to write...and I like how it turned out. So read. Enjoy. Review.

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Sensation. You can fight it, but in the end what good will that do? Will you be happier without? Sensation.

Seven months, three weeks, two days, six hours, and twelve minutes of pure hell. It was simply hell, and the thought of the after life sounded pretty damn tempting at the moment. Bakura had given into his weakness; he had made a physical connection with his landlord but fortunately forced himself to stop. He had to stop before he lost control, and before he could do irreversible damage to the fragile relationship he had with his landlord. Therefore Bakura now spent most of his time in his room. He no longer trusted himself; his weakness was too powerful for him to control...and he often wondered what would have happened had it been someone other then his host who touched him. Would he have reacted in the same way? He hoped not.

That the 'incident' even occurred was startling to Bakura, but the other startling fact was that Ryou hadn't told anyone. That went against everything he'd told himself would happen, and made his trust in his landlord grow stronger. However, no similar incident had happened since that day. Bakura had made sure of that; it had been a terrible blow to his pride and ego, and he was still uncertain where he and his landlord stood on the situation. The last thing he needed to do was to push his desire, his weakness, upon his landlord. But you want it. Touching him makes the cravings go away.

He was more surprised Ryou hadn't told anyone, more than by fact that he had lost control. Should he talk to his landlord about this? He would laugh. Knowing Bakura's luck, everything would blow up in his face. Like it always does. But if he didn't do something soon...he would lose his mind completely. What Bakura had felt during the 'incident' was completely unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and it felt strangely good. The only word he could use to describe it was 'amazing.' Correction...addicting.

The sound of his landlord's moans was almost more than he could handle, and there were many nights since that day when he woke because of it, and on several nights he was required to change his sheets.

That annoyed him to no end; all he wanted and needed to do was the one thing he wouldn't permit. The only things holding him back were respect and self-control, or what little remained to him. They were two things he now wished he could remove. What would happen if he crawled out of his bed, walked down the hall, entered his landlord's room, and just did it? What kind of effect would that have on his relationship with his former host? Was he actually capable of raping such an innocent and kind person, a person who had done so much for him? No. Ryou was all he had left. Ryou was his everything, and the repercussions of his actions would kill him, hurt him more than any amount of ego, pride, or time could heal.

He should be trying to sleep instead of thinking such depressing thoughts. Here he was thinking of rape; maybe he needed sleep more then he'd thought. Rape was low, and he was better than that. Bakura was closing his eyes in preparation to sleep when he heard a soft 'click'. His eyes snapped open and flicked over the sound's source: his bedroom door. Bakura was no longer alone in his room; standing there in front of his closed bedroom door was his landlord. His breath caught in his throat and his mouth went dry; just seeing his landlord in this room was strongly affecting him.

“Bakura...can I...can I talk to you?” Ryou stared at the wall behind Bakura's head, almost as though he was afraid to make eye contact. The stutter in his landlord's voice told Bakura everything he needed to know; the boy was scared and probably thought he was crossing a line that didn't really exist. This was Ryou's place, Bakura was nothing more than a guest and it was in the boy's right to do anything, say anything, and go anywhere he chose. If Bakura didn't like it, well there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop him.

“I won't bite you...well, not hard anyway...” The comment was made partly in jest, with a small touch of seriousness, however it was received as a joke. Seeing the small smile on his landlord's face made Bakura's heart leap, but he wasn't about to admit it, or that his landlord's smile was also contagious. “Well? Are you going to stand there all night? You know you won't grow any taller, don't you?” He smirked at the blush that crossed his landlord's face. Bakura's eyes never left his landlord as he made his way to the bed, and he watched intently as his landlord paused before sitting on the very edge of the bed. “I told you already that I wouldn't bite.” His voice was slightly playful, so that he wouldn't scare Ryou away. Ryou scooted closer and played with his hands. He was nervous, that much was clear, because when Ryou was nervous he had to do something with his hands.

Having his landlord so close was truly a test of self-control. Bakura would only need to reach out and touch him, reach out and take him.

“It's about what happened last month...” Bakura froze and his mind raced with fear, how was he going to explain himself? He hadn't considered that. Fuck. Ryou looked up and met Bakura's stare; the sudden eye contact made Bakura's face an open book. Ryou knew. He knows. He knew Bakura was racing to come up with something, with anything, that would explain his behavior. “I just wanted you to know it's okay.”

Everything stopped. Bakura's mind froze at Ryou's words. He couldn't move and he couldn't look away; he could only sit and stare into his landlord's eyes. Bakura was thrown back into reality when his host reached out to touch him.

“Don't touch me.” His tone was harsh, his words were harsh, and he could plainly see that the words hurt his landlord when Ryou pulled away. “Don't touch me,” He repeated coldly, before adding as he looked away, “because I won't be able to stop myself.”

Ryou looked away when Bakura decided he was ready to make eye contact again, and his landlord was blushing slightly, “What if I don't want you to stop?” His landlord's faint whisper nearly went unheard. After it had been said, Bakura had to remind himself to breath because nothing seemed to matter anymore. He just didn't care. Before he knew what he was doing, Bakura had pushed his landlord down onto the bed and Ryou let out a gasp as his head hit the pillow, but Bakura didn't care. He kissed Ryou recklessly while his hands made quick work of undoing the buttons that blocked him from the skin hidden beneath. The kiss was almost bruising in intensity by the time he was finally able to push his tongue into the boy's mouth. Bakura explored every inch of his landlord's mouth before inviting his host's tongue to do the same. Tentatively the boy beneath him responded, whether out of inexperience or fear he couldn't say, and to be honest Bakura didn't care.

Ryou's shirt fell open and caught the boy completely off guard; he felt the boy below him tensing slightly before relaxing under his probing hands. It seemed that his wandering touch had sparked a bold streak within his landlord as the boy's fingers brushed against his skin for the first time. It was unlike any sensation he had ever felt before, and there were no words in any language to explain how good it felt to be touched.

The need for oxygen soon became unbearable, forcing him to end the kiss. He suddenly had the urge, the need, to hear Ryou make those utterly amazing sounds again, and he had a wonderful...correction...horribly naughty idea of how to go about it. If touching the boy with his hands produced those reactions...what would happen if he touched the boy with his tongue? Bakura moved to straddle the boy below him before letting his mouth and tongue tease his landlord's throat. He shuddered when Ryou's hands drifted down his back before sliding back up to his shoulders and then down again; each time his landlord's hands traveled a bit further down. At this moment all of the blood in his brain and the rest of his body, went rushing south.

/Touch me...need me.../

Bakura couldn't believe the sensations from having someone touch him like this; what the hell had he been thinking when he decided to torture himself? When Ryou's fingers brushed over his hipbone, the hand in Ryou's mass of hair tightened around the silky strands in an attempt to control his need. He slid down Ryou's body and kissed the pale flesh as he moved, pausing only to squeeze the hardening nipple in front of him between a firm thumb and forefinger before swirling his tongue around it. The resulting sounds aroused him to no end. He could, in all seriousness, listen to that all day, every day, for the rest of his existence. He continued to lap, tease, and help himself to the newly hardened treat presented to him before moving onward to its twin and showering it with the same attention.

Ryou gasped and moaned under Bakura's tongue, and it took all of Bakura's will power and self-control not to take his landlord immediately. Bakura wanted to explore these new feelings to the fullest extents; he wanted...everything. Bakura left the erect nipples and moved downward, his tongue leaving a wet trail as he slid further down his landlord's body. Bakura moved beyond his landlord's flat stomach until his path was suddenly blocked by a very ugly, very in the way, pair of boxers...and it seemed that his landlord's nipples weren't the only parts of his body erect and begging for attention.

“Bakura!” Ryou's soft voice rang in his ears, but that didn't stop him from hooking his fingers under the elastic band and pulling the useless item away, giving him a clear view of his host's body.

Ryou blushed and tried to cover himself out of modesty, but Bakura wouldn't allow it. He just hissed and held his landlord's hands in his own. “Don't.” Unlike his host Bakura had lost his modesty thousands of years ago, and his landlord had nothing to be ashamed of anyway.

Bakura couldn't help but smirk at the reaction of his landlord as his fingers skimmed over the hardened flesh; the boy groaned and bucked his hips towards Bakura's feather-light touches. He placed his right hand on Ryou's hip to hold him in place, looked up at his host to give a nasty, evil smirk, and suddenly swirled his tongue around the slit of the throbbing cock in front of him. Ryou gasped and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but whimpered disapprovingly when Bakura backed off. He couldn't help but to chuckle under his breath at his landlord's antics.

“Bakura...please...please...touch-AH!” Ryou's quiet and soft pleas were cut off by his scream of pleasure when Bakura's mouth engulfed the head of his cock.

Sucking lightly and applying various amounts of pressure on the hardened flesh in his mouth soon drew out the reactions Bakura wanted; the sounds he needed to hear. He felt Ryou's hands tangle themselves in his hair, trying to push him down, but instead he pulled off and worked his way back up the lithe body below him, meeting his landlord's lips in another steamy kiss and again pushing his tongue into the exquisite wet cavern of delicious favors.

Ryou wrapped his legs around Bakura and pulled him down to the bed, rubbing their erections together and creating sweet friction that caused Bakura to moan into the kiss. The touching and exploring was over, everything he had learned about his host's body was stored in memory and would be called on at a later date. He had touched and discovered as he had wished...but now he needed to find release, his body demanded it and he had a feeling that his landlord's body was demanding that same release.

First things first, his sheets were in the way and getting terribly annoying. Bakura wasted no time in kicking them off the bed, which allowed Ryou his first glance at Bakura in all his naked glory—and by the look on his landlord's face, Bakura could safely say the boy was impressed. He could feel his landlord's eyes wandering over his body as he attempted to find something, anything, that would make the entrance into his host's body less painful. For the first time since, well, ever, Bakura was glad that his room was also used to store useless junk because he found, forgotten in the drawer next to his bed, a bottle of hand lotion. It would have to do. Just as he picked up the forgotten lotion, it seemed Ryou had gotten very bold, and his actions almost caused Bakura to lose his balance. It did make him issue a very undignified groan of ecstasy. Ryou's fingers had skimmed across his rock hard cock; the touch was feather-light and sent shivers down Bakura's back.

Bakura grabbed his landlord's hand and spilled the contents of the open lotion bottle onto his palm; he then closed the bottle and tossed it to the floor. Neither of them particularly cared where it chose to land. Ryou gave a quick look of confusion before he understood what Bakura's silent request meant. It took every inch of will power in Bakura's being not to scream out when the cool liquid combined with his landlord's warm hand connected with his length. He toppled over and rested his forehead against his landlord's before crushing their lips together in an attempt to silence his own moans of pleasure.

Ryou's touch was soft and delicate as his hand moved up and down the hardened shaft; every few strokes his landlord's grip tightened around him and it was almost enough to send him over the edge. It finally came to the point that he had wrench Ryou's hand away before he came.

Bakura hissed and cursed under his breath as he began to push his way into Ryou's tight entrance. None of the previous sensations, none of pleasure he had felt before even came close to this moment—feeling Ryou's body tightening around him was enough to make him lose all coherent thought. His lips crushed against his landlord's again, mostly to silence Ryou's whimpers of pain.

/The pain is only temporary. I promise. /

He waited for Ryou to adjust, which felt like hours though it was only a few minutes. Bakura let out a strangled moan when Ryou, in a less than innocent way, shifted below him and caused his mind to scream at him to move. The tight, virgin heat was getting to him and he could no longer hold still even if he had tried; Bakura began to move in and out with slow, shallow thrusts. His landlord's moans moved between pleasure and pain.

/I want to hear you scream my name. /

Bakura took his time while raising his pace to thrust faster and deeper, and it wasn't long until his landlord's moans were only those of pleasure. He was caught off guard when Ryou's legs, which were still wrapped around his legs, tightened before curling themselves around his back, changing the angle of his thrusts completely. Suddenly Bakura was colliding with something that had Ryou arching off the bed in pleasure, and had the boy calling out his name just as Bakura had asked.

“Bakura...Bakura! Please...more...please...gonna...Bakura!” Ryou groaned between moans and gasps of ecstasy, which drove Bakura to find that lovely sweet spot so he could hit it again and again and again; it didn't take long before he had located it once more. As he collided with the bundle of nerves that were sending Ryou over the edge, he could feel his host nearing release with each hard, powerful thrust.

The feeling of his landlord's body tightening around him, the undeniable sound of sex, the alluringly erotic moans of stolen innocence, the heat from rocking bodies in the darkness...the sensations...the moment...couldn't this feeling, this release, this...this...last forever?

Those were the last thoughts rushing through Bakura's mind before he and his landlord found their release, their climax, together. Arching backs, a searing kiss, shuddering bodies, racing hearts, heavy breathing, and sweet release...but what happens now? Now that the craving is gone?

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Seven months, three weeks, four days, eighteen hours and thirty-one minutes...since he had received his body, and two days, eleven hours, and six minutes since Ryou entered his room and he found relief. Freedom from the cravings, yet like any true craving, Bakura knew it would return and the events of the previous night would repeat themselves. But right now he felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders...he was happy and it showed for all to see. It showed in the way he spoke, the way he moved, heck, when he ventured outside yesterday he'd ended up helping someone, a complete stranger! The audacity of it all! Bakura was carefree, full of energy, and he was even smiling! That's something you haven't done in a long time.

Topic two on his mental chopping block was...what the hell had he been thinking? Fuck. If he had known it would feel that amazing, Bakura would have initiated contact months ago. Denying his body and putting himself through pure, hellish torture was without a doubt the stupidest, most idiotic idea he had ever decided upon in his life. Bakura had spent all of his time trying to convince himself he couldn't trust Ryou, though deep down he'd known that he always could. He'd come up with thousands of other excuses and reasons that really held no logical merit either.

All this time the answer to his problem was standing right in front of him, sleeping just down the hall, cooking his meals each day...right there! Bakura could have relieved himself months ago...and this felt good. Damn good. It felt fucking GREAT! Best of all, his reputation was still intact...minus his good deed yesterday day, but no one of importance other than Ryou knew about it, so it wouldn't count. It is quite amazing what a good lay can do for a person.

“Ah, Ryou, just the person I've been looking for!” Bakura's tone was light, warm, enthusiastic, and pleasant. Today he decided to tell Ryou about the cravings, about the last seven months, three weeks, two days, six hours, and twelve minutes of hell he had endured. But before he said anything more, Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou from behind and placed a kiss behind his ear. “We need to talk.”

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End. It's done! YAY! It didn't end the way I'd planned...I had planned to do part of this from Ryou's POV but it didn't work out well.

Personally I didn't think anyone would like this...I am so glad you all did. Love you lots.

So anyway, enjoy! And REVIEW! Please!

-Tjay Motou