Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Already Have a Valentine ❯ Saturday Morning ( Chapter 11 )

Dawn crept drearily through the blinds, grey and far too early. Outside, the skies stretched bleak and windy. Inside, beneath cozy covers, Ryou yawned sleepily, half-awake and maybe a quarter aware. He shifted and encountered Bakura, squished in next to him. The teen was fully clothed and fast asleep. Disappointed, Ryou sleepily crawled atop him, unbuttoning him and slipping a hand into tight jeans as he kissed pliant lips. One hand slid up beneath Bakura's shirt to caress the smooth skin and hard muscles.

The bishie beneath Ryou shifted, sucking on Ryou's tongue and wrapping him in a hug, one hand squeezing Ryou's ass. “Ohayo...mm, you still want me to fuck you senseless?” Bakura's morning voice was husky, and damn sexy.

Ryou nearly choked, then managed to get out a “yeah,” the hand in Bakura's pants gripping his hip. He reluctantly released the ex-spirit and pulled back, yanking the shirt he wore over his head and tossing it to the ground; he sat back to watch Bakura undress, watching those hips wriggle out of the tight jeans. From behind, Bakura was as well built as a Greek marble statue, and as beautiful as Aphrodite. These thoughts deserted him as Bakura turned around and flying-tackled Ryou, pinning him beneath his lithe body. Lips met lips, still flavored with the aftertaste of sleep.

Bakura moved hungrily down Ryou's body, kissing and nipping a wet trail across his delectable stomach. Resting his cheek on Ryou's thigh, he crouched with his knees tucked under him to avoid falling off the bed. “You're alright with this, for sure?” Ryou nodded and looked down, a hot blush spreading across his cheeks. “Good, `cause you can't get rid of me now...” He let his voice vibrate along Ryou's groin, puffs of hot breath caressing the tender skin, and Ryou shivered. Bakura placed his palms on his thigh and spread Ryou's legs apart, playing his thumbs across the flesh that connected them to the slim hips that jerked up at him.

Ryou hissed when Bakura sucked his growing arousal into a warm, wet mouth, humming softly and tickling the bottom with his tongue. He traced one finger up the inside of Ryou's thigh seductively, moving his hand to palm his balls. Moaning softly, Ryou bucked against him. Bakura looked up and pointedly shook his head, seeing Ryou nod mutely. The lips enclosing him were sweet torture.

Ridged teeth grazed Ryou and Bakura continued to hum, sucking harder and pulling Ryou deeper into his mouth. “Now?” came as a muffled scream as the teen begged permission. Bakura nodded with a gleam in his eyes. Ryou groaned, fucking his mouth desperately, a soft crooning sound swelling deep in his throat as he let go, spilling seed into Bakura's mouth. Bakura swallowed the salty, bittersweet pudding, hot mouth squeezing Ryou's member as he released it.

“Good morning, breakfast!”

Ryou glared petulantly, molten eyes still hazy with lust and climax, his cheeks flushed adorably. “Ahn, `Kura?”

“Yeah?” Bakura eased up to crouch over Ryou, meeting the offered lips in chaste, repeated kisses.

“You've got hand cream and condoms, right?”

“Uh-huh...” Bakura nipped the side of Ryou's neck, licked the hollow of his throat, and moved down, toying with a nipple. He was too tired to worry much about anything but the sweet body in front of him, but compliantly reached into the top drawer of his nightstand and found the requested items. Unscrewing the lube with one hand, he managed to fumble it open, and then used his second hand to coat his index and middle fingers.

As Bakura carefully prepared him, the light hissed and moaned alternately, pulling a chuckling Bakura down into another needy kiss. Yeah, the handcuff scene was erotic, but this...well, Ryou's hands were good for some things. They tangled in his hair and played with it, fingers deftly massaging his scalp. Bakura reluctantly pulled back to put on the condom and lubricant, then moved in again, sucking Ryou's lips. Ryou wrapped his legs tightly about his waist and pulled him closer, feeling the prodding pressure of Bakura's arousal at his entrance.

“Nn, `Kura...fuck me,” Ryou murmured, still kissing him like no tomorrow.

“Sure thing,” Bakura grinned back, pulling Ryou's legs over his shoulders and pressing in. Ryou's tight and unbelievably hot muscles squeezed at him, and Bakura hissed softly, releasing a breath as he pushed himself in. Ryou's face beneath him clouded in a mixture of tension and pleasure. “Sh-h, itoshi, relax...” Bakura took the lips again, probing the inner recesses of Ryou's mouth with his tongue. Ryou's soft skin that pressed flush against him reflected the slight with a slick sheen of sweat. Bakura smoothed his hands across his sides, one reaching behind to grip and lift Ryou's ass, the second holding Ryou's hip. The little light groaned and bucked against him, unaccustomed to the hot, hard length within him but wanting more, needing more. He could feel Bakura's member spreading him open, penetrating him, and rubbing at his insides with each slow stroke.

Ryou moaned, thrusting his hips to meet Bakura. They increased their pace, both seeking release. Ryou's hands tangled into Bakura's hair, pulling him closer, kissing him, touching him. This was their idea of heaven.

They came almost simultaneously, Ryou's seed coating their stomachs when he felt Bakura's climax within him. Bakura collapsed on top of him, lips seeking and finding each other. “Bakura-kun?” It came out more nervously then he'd intended.

“Yeah?”

“Love you.”

“You too kid.” Bakura nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “How about we hit the shower now?”

“Okay.” Ryou giggled, letting Bakura get up. “After, what do you want for breakfast?”

“You.”

Ryou blushed. “No, really?” He glomped Bakura, looking up expectantly. Bakura kissed him, then disentangled from the embrace and pulled Ryou toward the shower.

“You with maple syrup.”

“Okay, pancakes it is.”

They both laughed, happily bumping into each other as they headed to the shower to clean up the sticky mess they had made of themselves.

 

This was the true purpose of Saturday mornings, even better than sleeping.

 

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Good morning! ^_^ Ironically, I wrote most of this on a Saturday morning. Unintentional, but funny. Yesterday was Friday the thirteenth, heh...not so good for Ryou, but I love unlucky days, and yesterday was a good one, because I'm feeling inspired. ^_^

I'd like to give special thanks to Paniwi-chan for all her support—you've been with me all the way, an' it means a lot to me. *glomp* umm, yeah...

I guess I gave up on responding to all the reviews, but I want to thank all of you. I do read them whenever mm.org lets me (actually, I was the one doing something wrong this time, but whatever) and even when I can't it is still encouraging to know you guys are reading. My point being, I love you guys! (Even if you didn't review, I still thank you!) I apologize for any inconveniences or errors ahead of time, and again, gomen about the font thingy! Thank you ^_^

~Mala

Updated: 8/31/05