FIRST ANNIVERSARY

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FIRST ANNIVERSARY

Preview: This is a deep Bakura X Ryou fic, that begins with their anniversary. Ryou reminisces to when Bakura first took him; and Bakura and he are still as much in love by that next year. Oooh...what’s Bakura going to get Ryou? Vice versa? Read and review, kids, I hope you like it.

Summary/Warnings: This chapter is mostly about Ryou thinking back to his first time Bakura had loved him. It’s just a big lemon, pretty much, but I hear you guys like that. *Sweatdrop!* (Then again, so do I...) Anyway, hope you enjoy.

CHAPTER ONE: The First and Last

It was April 9th, almost 6:00 when Ryou’s extremely annoying alarm clock sounded. Ryou’s deep hazel eyes fluttered awake, and he shifted from side to side in annoyance before muttering a curse and fiddling to find the OFF button to the horrible, loud contraption.

His eyes were still blurred to the new day, and he rubbed his wrists across them and blinked for a moment before turning to:

Bakura, who was sleeping peacefully beside him. His face was buried into his pillow and he muttered into it as he dreamed. Ryou touched him---his hand twitched.

Ryou decided not to disturb him and got up, stretching his slender arms and legs with a crisp yawn. He walked silently over to the bathroom, tussling with his long, silver hair in the meantime.

As he flicked the light on, his eyes seem to shrink with the new brightness of the room. He turned on a warm shower, letting steam drift and fog the mirrors a bit.

He hurriedly removed his clothes and dragged himself into the water, flinching at the unsuspected heat.

He closed his eyes and grinned; thinking of his beautiful Bakura, almost tripped and falling, but he stopped himself.

After washing and drying his hair with a clean, black towel, slightly faded from being over washed.

He grabbed his fresh school uniform and pulled it on; not forgetting to write a note to tell Bakura where he was so his lover wouldn’t be alarmed to see him not there.

He lay the note on the side table and walked to Bakura, leaning over to brush his soft, stray strands back and plant a kiss on his forehead before leaving.

“Bye, ‘Kura.” he whispered ever so faintly before closing the door to his room and stepping outside for the bus.

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Ryou couldn’t help but reminisce at school. Whenever a friend would try to speak to him, he would just barely be awakened from his inner thoughts. How he wished to treasure those thoughts forever.
As thoughts of their intense year of passion filled his mindcturctures rushing through his head, feelings taking hold of him; he was reminded of their first time together.
As the bell rung for his next class, he shifted slowly to his new seat at another desk; only hoping to pass the time until after school, when he’d see his Bakura again.
Thoughts, again, clouded his mind; as if a portal to his past was unfolding through this daydream, like he was there again.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* (Ryou’s Thoughts) *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Trembling, feeling sudden exhaustion and pain in his arm; Ryou wailed, dropping to his knees.

A shadowed figure stood before him. He was familiar with his spirit, but they had never truly spoken. Well, they had, but only about meaningless things such as; ’When would Bakura be using his body again?’ and ’Why can’t Ryou have control of his body?’ and ’Would Bakura hurt any of his friends?’.

But the normally emotionless face of his spirit was touched with concern, now, and maybe compassion.

Bakura held a hand out for his host, who did nothing; he was busily clutching the gash on his shoulder to do anything else.

His elder’s voice whispered, full of new meaning and hope, “Ryou...I know you’re hurt, but I promise, I won’t use you like this again.”

Ryou looked up into the deep, darker brown eyes and pouted, “What?”

“I...I’m giving you your body. I no longer wish to deceive your friends and take your body at will. I no longer have the need to.” He cringed and faced away.

“Bakura...that’s so kind.” Ryou smiled, surprisingly unangered by the situation.

Bakura did not let Ryou see all of his face; ashamed and full of guilt. “Ryou...you shouldn’t forgive me; but when I used you, I learned something from you. When Malik made me set your soul free again, I realized just how badly I had hurt you. I should never have agreed to physically hurting you...even more important, I’ve probably hurt you emotionally---”

“You’ve changed.” Ryou whispered, completely drown in the way Bakura was speaking to hiBut.But...you have a body of youn?” n?”

Bakura chuckled and scratched his fingers through his hair, a wild smirk on his face. “Indeed. Through saving you, I’ve obtained the full extent of the power that the Millennium Ring holds. But, I understand if you don’t want me around any longer. I...”

“No...” Ryou muttered, his head down, still clutching his bandaged wound.

“What?”

“No...don’t leave, Bakura.” he whispered, shifting his knees until he was close enough to lean his head on Bakura’s leg.

“But---”

A tear swelled in Ryou’s shimmering hazel eye, and his voice trembled. “Oh God, Bakura...please don’t leave---don’t leave me.” He sniveled, still leaning his cheek against Bakura’s leg, nuzzling it.

Bakura dropped down and wrapped his arms around his host. Was he afraid? What was wrong with him?

“Stay here...stay here and protect me...so nothing like this ever happens again...” Ryou said, quickly clutching his new, cleansed yami.

Bakura was silent, shifting his eyes slowly to his hikari. “Yes, Ryou. It’s the least I can do for you.”

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Ryou had cleaned his tears and they had went home; only to talk about; Bakura’s past in Egypt, Ryou’s friends, and even what they had thought of each other when they first sensed them. After talking for what seemed like hours, Ryou lay laughing on the couch, his gaze locked on Bakura. He seemed a little tired.

Bakura had a serious look on his face as he came closer and brushed back Ryou’s silky hair. He touched Ryou’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

Ryou could do no more than look down and blush silently, his eyes thin as he stared at their intertwined hands. “Bakura...”

“I...I want to tell you something...Ryou...” he said faintly, never taking his eyes off their slight embrace.

Ryou looked up, listening intently. “What is it, Bakura?”

He cupped Ryou’s hand tighter, a little shaky as words began flowing out of his mouth. “I...when I saw you in all that pain, I think I learned something else...”

“Like what?” the innocent voice asked, untangling their fingers and touching his yami’s arm with concern.

He struggled to find the words. “It’s just...I can’t bare seeing you hurt. You look so...in need...helpless, even. I want to be there to protect you...even be close to you, if you’ll let me...”

Ryou grew in surprise. Bakura couldn’t have looked more candid if he’d tried, which showed Bakura he was being truthful. A feeling pent up deep within Ryou burst; his heart pounding a little faster. “’Kura...I...”

Bakura looked him over before regaining his smirk, a more loving one, though. He leaned over and kissed his hikari’s forehead, letting his warm breaths sweep over the young host as he lowered his face with another kiss, catching his nose this time, and smiling cutely afterwards. He then reaches his lips, touching them softly against his own. He bent down to kiss his jaw line, his neck, the back of his hikari’s ear.

Ryou let out a pleasurable sigh that was barely heard but in the silence of the room. The lights were fairly dim, the room warm and pleasant. “’Kura...I don’t know what to say...”

They looked into each other’s eyes as Bakura broke his kissing and nuzzled Ryou’s nose, a serious expression still on his face. “Well, just say it so I can know if you feel the way I do...I feel so...deep...for you...”

He grinned and thinned his hazel eyes. “I feel the same way.” he sighed undoubtedly, a grin on his face.

Bakura’s lips curved into a half smile, parting to touch Ryou’s once more as he massaged them softly against Ryou’s own lips.

Suddenly Ryou’s hot, wet tongue found it’s way into Bakura’s mouth, sweeping across his yami’s lower lip before entering the slick, searing heat of Bakura’s mouth.

Bakura groaned a little, getting more ‘on top’ of Ryou as the youth shifted his legs so that they were open to his brand new lover. He licked Ryou’s lips and closed his eyes, touching lips and tongue in a sensual, passionate way for what seemed like hours.

Ryou gasped a little as Bakura’s long, slender fingers traveled under his shirt and up his waist, lifting the shirt so that it was bunched around under his arm and his nipples were bare to the heated room.

Bakura closed his eyes once again and ran his devilishly hot tongue over Ryou’s neck and made kisses along his collar after tracing with his tongue. He kissed his hikari’s nipples and licked with short sweeps until Ryou was sweating a little, his stomach and chest heaving with anticipation. Bakura indulged his tongue in Ryou’s naval, flicking it across it as Ryou patiently waited, enjoying each moment immensely.

Bakura lifted his own shirt above his head and finished removing Ryou’s; kissing all the while. He then returned to his position at Ryou’s dark jeans, licking the skin above the rough material that was becoming tight and wet with Ryou’s arousal.

Ryou was shivering with deep desires flowing through his veins. Bakura had feelings coursing through his as well; he was Ryou’s first, and despite his own skill, Ryou was his, as well.

He felt his erection swelling painfully as Ryou gave him a teasing look of l his his hair hiding part of his face, his lips slightly parted. Bakura knew Ryou was his. He took Ryou’s pants and unbuttoned them, slowly tussling his fingers under the dark material and pushing them down, off the alabaster skin. His deepening desire was making him careless; as he threw Ryou’s pants to the floor, almost knocking over a floor lamp.

Ryou chuckled a little and they fell into another kiss, squinting at each other through the slit of their mostly closed eyes. Bakura leaned his body against Ryou’s completely naked flesh and snaked his arm around his thigh, lifting his waist up.

Ryou, blinded with entice; helped relieve his yami of his dark leather pants; staring wishfully at his lover’s arousal, biting his lower lip in want.

Bakura bent Ryou to relax against a pillow on the couch, and Ryou lifted a hand over his head to support himself; grinning at what was about to become: his very first.

Bakura tilted his hikari’s chin, whispering lightly to his love, “I want you to tell me if it hurts. I promise I’ll try to be gentle.”

Without preparation, Bakura slowly slid into the tight entrance; not before toying along Ryou’s inner thigh playfully and teasingly.

Ryou’s yelp rung out, groaning afterwards as he closed his eyes tightly, trying to fully trust Bakura.

Bakura did not stop until he was nestled inside Ryou, who was bucking around a little in all craving for more. He pressed his strong hand down on Ryou’s stomach, to calm him. Ryou blinked, completely silent as he savored the moment: the feeling, the sight, the smell, even. It was all too perfect.

Bakura began with fairly slow, yet deep thrusts, pressing the walls of Ryou’s insides and forcing them to tear a little. Ryou yelped, jerking his head in discomfort, yet he let out a loud moan when Bakura hit a spot within him that brought his erection a deep red color and made his whole body twinge with sensation.

Bakura noted his reaction and hit it again with the head of his arousal, bucking against it gently, toughening when Ryou pleaded his name. “Baaakura...m-more...”

Bakura leaned his chest on top of Ryou’s, spreading his host’s legs and lifting them for depth, pressing harder into his hikari, building pressure against that one spot that made Ryou moan.

With each sound Ryou emitted, Bakura picked up pace, Ryou squirming beneath him, writhing his body and twisting around from the deep pressure building within him. His body was on fire, his mouth was suddenly dry, and the tingling sensation that made him stutter and vibrate all over was overcoming him with ecstasy.

Bakura tried to move in a clockwise direction, causing Ryou’s inner walls to clench down against his pulsing erection. “Ah, God...oh...Ryou...” he muttered under his breath, feeling his legs go numb as pleasure began to engulf his entire body, sweat dripping off his neck and down his spine.

Ryou’s insides twitched when Bakura switched directions, moving in a circular motion counterclockwise; and he continued to switch until Ryou’s rippled walls were pulsating with good rhythm against his thrusts.

Ryou began bucking his hips upward, against Bakura’s harsh circling motion, rolling his head back as he screamed Bakura’s name into the night, Bakura smirking at each new moan that slurred from Ryou’s throat.

Finally, Ryou pressed his hands against the back of the couch and threw his head back, yelping as his cheeks were coated glistening pink and he was brought to orgasm, his body pulsing against Bakura, who grunted and muttered a curse and Ryou’s name as the filled Ryou with his cum.

Ryou leaned his head back, clutching the couch tightly, heaving as he grinned up at his Bakura, darling.

Bakura looked back down and kissed the youth’s forehead passionately, pulling himself out of the boy.

As Bakura found himself leaning back to go to sleep, Ryou whispered in a lusty voice, “Wait Bakura...I want to do something for you...”

Bakura gasped and leaped a little bit as a warm hand wrapped around his member, which was still thick and red from his climax, glistening with cum.

Ryou licked the substance all away, his tongue ragging down his lover’s length, the firm, pink tip pressing against his head. He swirled up and down it, making sure not to miss a drip of what was Bakura’s that tasted so good. Hard to explain, but like something warm and sweet, but milky.

Bakura closed his eyes; his breath still off track, but Ryou’s playful tongue on him was hardening him again, and he couldn’t help it. His fingertips clutched his forehead as he scoffed a moan.

Ryou smirked in pride as Bakura held onto the youth’s sweat moistened hair, clutching it for the mere reason to hold on to something from the new pleasure he was receiving as Ryou grazed his teeth against the shaft and let his burning tongue encircle the length.

His breathing became heavier as Ryou engulfed his entire manhood, deep throating as Bakura drove his hips upward and tossed his head from side to side.

Bakura came, muttering, “Ryou...oh God...don’t stop...AH! Ryou!” And he burst into Ryou’s mouth, who swallowed a mouthful before crawling up to Bakura’s face and trading the remaining in a deep kiss. Ryou clutched his lover’s wrist, “Bakura...I want more...” He let his tongue trickle down Bakura’s neckline against his open chest.

He allowed Ryou to straddle himself on top of him and he pushed his still hardened member into his host, rocking him back and forth with force.

This was obviously a good position for Ryou because he started moaning again, quickly, and Bakura, loving the sounds; was aroused by it.

Ryou pressed his body forward against his erection, causing him more pleasure and Bakura twisted his length around in his ‘clockwise/counterclockwise’ trick.

Ryou ran his fingers through his lover’s hair and buried his face into his neck. “Oh God...’Kura...I think I’m gonna cum...” he whispered, clenching his eyes closed as Bakura pulled his love up and down, pounding his own erection as the ripples of Ryou’s insides closed themselves against him. They each came again, sighing and moaning in the name of each other.

Finally, Ryou was out of breath, falling against his yami. Bakura quickly pulled his limp member out of his lover, closing his eyes and embracing the naked Ryou.

“Mmmm...ughn...that was...the best feeling...I’ve ever had...before...” Ryou said, breathing heavily and out of track.

Bakura laughed at the virgin he’d taken and nuzzled his cheek, purring in a low raspy voice. “Please, Ryou...be mine forever...”

Ryou was already asleep against his yami’s soft chest, sighing in and out gently.

Bakura pet Ryou’s hair gently and turned out the lamp above them, falling asleep as well.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* BACK INTO THE REALITY *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Ryou awoke with the bell of the last class, drool dripping down the side of his mouth. He yawned and stretched before looking down, embarrassed as hell to find he had cum in his school pants!

He quickly got up and ran out of the classroom, hoping to find Bakura to remember. It had been a year since his memory, since the time that Bakura and he had fallen in love...

END OF CHAPTER ONE

>>>So, how was it? Lemon was damn long, I’d say! I worked on it from...*looks at clock*...about 4:45 until 7:35! What a workout! *Does jumping jacks* Well...I suppose I’ll need you to review now. See, you didn’t review one of my other stories, so I deleted it...therefore...if you don’t review this one...well...you catching my drift?