Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Already Have a Valentine ❯ Morning ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chilly fingersran lustily across Ryou's stomach, chilling him and making him shiver. He could feel the cold metalof thehandcuffs holding his hands in place above his head, almost painful as theychafed at his slender wrists. Ryou's body lay naked beneath Bakura's heavy gaze and roving hands, and Ryou felt very aware of every touch, every breath.

Bakura's chest was bareabove suggestive black leather pants.Ryou fastened his gaze on his enticing captor. Bronzed skin lay over lithe musculature, dark nipples poking from the chest. Ryou felt one frozen finger graze his hipbone. A rush of desire warmed his cheeks and groin, and pants escaped his dry lips. His palms tingled. He wanted to touch the chest, grab the slim hips and buck against them. His eyelids lowered and he unconsciously parted his thighs, watching as Bakura grasped a cloth. Deft fingers pulled it tight around his head, blacking outhissight. His world was reduced to the sound of Bakura's breaths, his own pants, and the absence of touch. His body arched, expecting some contact.

A harsh hand grabbed his chin, pulling him halfway to sitting position and twisting the arms locked behind him into an awkward position. Cold inflexible shackles dug into his wrists, and Ryou could feel the telltale signs of loss of circulation. Then Bakura's mouth grabbed his. He could feel the hot nips and licks against his lips, and then tongue. He pressed his lips against the ones invading his and groaned, feeling the sweat-slicked skin and leather as Bakura collapsed atop him. Ryou's palms ached to caress the body so tantalizingly splayed unseen across his own.

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Bakura woke from fitful sleep restless and horny. Hungry, too, his stomach reminded with an empty gurgle. Ryou twitched beside him, digging his heel into a rather sensitive spot. Something dug into his side, and Ryou gasped slightly in his sleep. This was the best time for little Ryou to have a wet dream, Bakura though sarcastically, attempting to glower at the slender ankle pressed against his groin. “Mm,” Ryou murmured, bucking his hips.

“Oh fuck.” Bakura pushed Ryou from him exasperated, and then growled when Ryou latched onto him again. Silky silver blonde hair spilled across his shoulder and the stubborn chin lifted toward Bakura's ear, snuggling.

“Oh Bakura!” was gasped through pearly lips. Bakura froze.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

“Nn...” Ryou thrust again. “Fuck me!”

Bakura got up, sending a scorching glare at the predawn light, and got up to take a shower.

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Ryou yawned and stretched a good hour later, knowing instantly that Bakura was not in the room and had been gone for some time. Wiggling, he could feel a dried paste inside his briefs. The blood rushed to his face and he prayed Bakura missed that episode. A glimpse of the dream that he could not quite remember resurfaced, renewing his blush tenfold. He got up to take a shower and clean himself off, glancing at the glaring red numbers on the alarm clock. 7:15—it was still early. Ryou yawned. Which was more bothersome, the discomfort of dried semen or the discomfort of dragging himself out of bed? Getting out of bed was definitely it. Ryou curled into the warm Bakura scented blankets to doze off again. He would wake up in an hour and have time to throw on clothes and race out the door.

When Bakura peeked into check on him three hours later he was still snoring like a baby. Ryou would be mad he had missed school when he finally awoke, but Bakura had a feeling Ryou needed the sleep. The kid was gorgeous as always, but when you looked close the signs of stress and sleep loss were apparent. He wore the weary look of a man who cried often and rarely laughed. Bakura determined playing hooky and finding something fun were just what the doctor ordered. He'd let Ryou sleep another hour or two, until he either woke up or Bakura was too bored to wait any longer.

About forty-five minutes later, he heard the blast of hot water. Smiling, he began the pancake mix, remembering how Ryou had fully expected him to make a mess of it when he had first been teaching the demon to cook. Contrary to belief Bakura turned out to be a fair cook. Destruction certainly was exciting, but he was not half-bad at creating things once he had been showed the basics. Bakura learned fast, quite like his astute host. One ear cocked to the water-on-tile sound of the shower, he quickly poured out a heap of fluffy pancake mix, adding sugar, buttermilk, and a little water. He then set to the task of eliminating all evil lumps. Smush kill destroy! Smush kill destroy! He grinned maniacally, heating the pan and buttering it, listening to the little butter people groaning in pain and sizzling as they fried. Then he carefully poured the batter into the pan, flinching as a little butter person jumped onto his arm and bit down hard. That hurt, damn it! It served the butter people right to die a horrifying, painful death being cooked alive.

The first five fluffy delicacies were steaming and buttered on the plate when Ryou stumbled down the steps, eyes still bleary and hair hanging in wet strands about his delicate face. He had dressed in an almost tight teal turtleneck, the high cloth accentuating his graceful neck, and dark blue jeans fitted just well enough to show how long and perfect his legs were. Bakura whistled appreciatively, turning with paddle in hand. “If you had breasts you'd be the prettiest girl I'd ever seen.”

Deciding there was no point being insulted or flattered, Ryou just stared at him. “But you don't like girls,” he said finally, though it sounded like a question.

“Too true.” Bakura grinned as he dumped two pancakes on a plate for Ryou, poured maple syrup on them, and slid the plate to the chair across the counter from him. “Would you like fries with that?” When Ryou stared at him too surprised to laugh, Bakura smirked. “Never mind that. Happy birthday Ryou,” he grinned, pouring a glass of rice milk for him.

Ryou smiled gratefully and dug into the first syrupy, gooey, fluffy, butter soaked mess. Then, like a deer in caught in the headlights, he straightened, casting around. “What time is it?”

“Your father, Ra bless his insanity, granted me guardianship over you while he's gone. I am authorized to sign the thing saying you were sick today, so your absence is excused. We can drop by later and get your homework assignments if you like. Right now we're off to the medieval faire.” Bakura grinned and turned to flip the pancake, deftly avoiding the wrath of any living butter people. He turned to find Ryou still staring at him incredulously. “We could go to a movie instead. Or kayaking—I hear it's fun out on the lake at that park on 15th Avenue.”

“We are just…skipping?” Ryou placed another piece of very fattening pancake in his mouth.

“Well, technically yes. As far as anyone will ever know, though, you are sick and probably contagious. I could threaten a doctor into giving us something to that effect for your school's benefit, if you like.” Bakura grinned wider, a sight unsettling to the casual observer, probably thinking that he was being chivalrous. Bakura was not too familiar with normality.

“No, no,” Ryou assured him hurriedly.

“Alright then. Let's finish up here and go to the faire! I don't have a present for you yet, so I can get you something there.”

A determined Bakura is not easy to argue with, so they set off on a perilous journey to the medieval faire, braving chilly winds, soft breezes, and beautifully clear skies. *ahem.* They got in Bakura's car with just-in-case jackets and money, and set off to have a heck of a lot of fun.

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I know, I know. It's short. Live with it. I meant to update much sooner, and I have a lot of good excuses why I couldn't, such as the fact that we just had to literally move out of and back into our house, and my darling teachers think we actually want to do the work they assign. However, I did have time to read several books and a really long and really wonderful Gundam Wing fic, so I'm not going to play innocent. I'm sorry.

Btw, the story is “Broken Warriors,” and it's by Pyrzm. If you're into Gundam Wing and angst, I suggest you check it out. I love it! *grin*

Now, my lovely reviewers! (Yes, mine! Go get your own!) I love you all so very much. You know, death threats are rather effective. I'm not actually afraid for my life because none of you know I live on *bleeped for privacy*. Ooh, I just told you, didn't I? (See, I do know my own address!) In any case, death threats are flattering on a strange way. I love you reviewers! Thou art my life. I should have the next chapter up by latest tomorrow morning. See ya!