Surprises

Disclaimers: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh!, so fuck off. I don’t own any of the music mentioned in here either. Happy now?

This was once a one-shot! Now, it’s not. I got bored, so I decided to write it. While bing interrupted many times by my phone, I finally got it done. Enjoy and leave a review, please!

Surprises

Chapter 1 - Did You Say "Never to Be Lovers?"

Ryou sighed and looked at the flashing strobe light in the corner of the room, illuminating the room in black light off and on, constantly. He downed the rest of the beer he held in his hand that was resting on the arm of the couch. He watched as his yami, Bakura, and the yami’s best friend, Marik, as they danced together seductively to the beat of the heavy beat of the music.

Their hips seemed as if they were connected, moving in sync with each other with exact movements. Bakura draped his arms over Marik’s shoulder and threw his head back, closing his eyes and enjoying the loud and heavy guitar of Rob Zombie’s “Meet the Creeper.” He grinned as Marik grabbed his ass and jerked his hips against the former tomb-raider’s, roughly creating more heat between their clothed bodies.

Ryou watched in awe, unconsciously wanting to be in between them. He felt his pants grow uncomfortably tighter as he continued to watch the erotic scene before him. He quickly got up and made his way to the kitchen for another beer and to get away from the heated room.

He opened a cooler and dug in it for another beer. He grabbed a bottle at the bottom of the cooler, smothered with ice, and opened it, kicking the top down on the cooler with his foot.

He groaned when he heard “I am Hell” start playing, yet another Rob Zombie song. He knew what kind of mood this put the yamis in and they were in the living room, out in front of many party guests. He looked through the open bar of the kitchen out into the living room and saw Marik and Bakura start to devour each other with their mouths.

“It’s only a matter of time.....” he said aloud to no one in particular, then looked to the dining table to see a few people crowded around it, among them was Yami and beside him was Otogi.

He walked over and stood behind the two, watching as shot glasses in front of each person around the table were refilled. He grabbed an empty bottle from in front of Otogi and looked at the lable. It read Absolute Vodka, but Ryou knew better. It was one of Bakura’s “special” mixes with not even God knows what in it.

He leaned down, pushing his shoulders between Yami and the person to the left of him and looked at the spirit. He eyed the neon green liquid in the shot glasses and he shook his head slowly from side to side.

“Where did you get this?” Ryou asked, holding up the empty bottle and knocking Yami lightly on the head with it.

“Fuck if I know,” Yami shrugged, his words slurred, then downed his shot, his head tipped straight back.

The song in the living room switched to “Down with the Sickness” by Disturbed and hoots from various people were heard. Ryou glanced through the open bar open and saw a shirt fly off, along with various other articles of clothing.

“Oh, my God,” Ryou rolled his eyes and looked back down at Yami. He debated in his mind to go break up the sexy devour contest in the other room or stay right where he was and continue to watch the drinking contest.

The thought that if he went into the living room, the yamis would probably invite him to join them and he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t sure how much self control he had at the moment if he were in a situation like that, especially with all the beers he had put back just within the last hour.

‘I should find Malik,’ he thought, absently, as he found himself staring at the two yamis again through the open bar, ‘I wouldn’t have to worry about holding back and self control if I were with him.’

There was one problem with that idea though; he had no fucking clue as to where his boyfriend was. He could be upstairs, downstairs, on the porch, or out in the yard. And Ryou could only imagine what the Egyptian could be doing. Sometimes he was just as wild as his yami which never ceased to slightly frighten Ryou.

‘Why did I let Bakura talk me into letting him throw a party here anyway?’ Ryou mused silently to himself, a slight pout upon his face, ‘Oh, yeah.... he and Marik wouldn’t stop fucking over every inch of my house.’

He sighed and downed his nearly full beer in about 10 seconds and went for another. He might as well drink up while he was in the kitchen. After all, that’s where the alcohol was most convenient.

He hopped on the counter and closed his eyes listening to the new song that had started playing, “Head Like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails. He loved the particular song for some unknown reason, it just seemed his boost his spirits for some odd reason. It was a weird choice to make one happy.

He grinned, remembering what he and Malik had done to this song. A little role playing fun was taken to extreme that even shocked Marik and Bakura, who were awoken by the lustful screams of their hikaris that night.

“Oh.... oh, fuck, yeah!” was heard from Bakura in the living room, “Harder, bitch! HARDER!”

Ryou glanced behind him through the bar and his eyes widened. Marik had Bakura pinned in a very uncomfortable looking position, but Bakura didn’t seem to mind. He pushed his hips to meet Marik’s, despite his lack of very able movement at the moment.

Marik also had the other yami tied up and was slamming into him with full force. Sweat poured down their bodies as flesh slapped against flesh, leaving red marks in its wake. Marik dug his finger nails into Bakura’s hips hard enough to draw blood and threw his head back as he released with Bakura.

They collapsed in a sweaty pile together on the floor and Ryou closed the bar sliding mini doors, turning away as he felt his erection throb in his pants. He shifted around uncomfortably on the cool counter top, trying to cover up his hard on in his tight jeans. He wasn’t doing a very good job though as he saw Yami glance over, his eyes widening, as he quickly looked back to the alcohol being poured in his shot glass.

Ryou hopped down from the counter and grabbed another beer as he walked out of the room. He grabbed a blanket from the hall closet, then made his way to the living room, squeezing though the crowd. He stopped in front of Marik and Bakura and tossed the blanket on them.

“Get a fucking room,” he snapped, then turned away, hurrying off.

“This is a room, ain’t it?” Ryou heard Marik’s smart ass remark and chose to ignore it, making his way from the living room and out the front door.

He stood on the porch, not surprised that he could still hear the music outside. He drank down the rest of his beer and chunked it into a trash can that was by the door. He stared off in the street and wondered where Malik was. He really needed him at the moment. His arousal didn’t seem like it would give away anytime soon.

“Yo, Ryou, hey you okay?” a familiar voice said, waving a hand in front of the man’s face.

“What?” Ryou blinked and looked up to the owner of the voice, “Oh, Jonouchi. I’m fine.”

“You seemed dead for a few minutes there, buddy,” Jonouchi said, a hint of laughter in his voice, “Been drinkin’ a lot?”

Ryou giggled a bit and shrugged, “You know, I couldn’t tell you how many beers I’ve had. I lost count after 20.”

Jonouchi laughed, slapping the other on the shoulder, “Well, seems like you can hold yourself together pretty good. Ya seem sober except for the fact of ya spacin’ out all the time, dude. Need to work on that.”

“I’ve just been thinking,” Ryou said, quietly, and smiled at the blond, “Now, you go and get back to the party. Enjoy yourself.”

Jonouchi shook his head, “I think I’d rather be out here right now.”

Ryou looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, “Are Marik and Bakura fucking again?”

“Yeah,” Jonouchi sighed and cracked a grin at Ryou, “It’s all good though. They got needs too. They just have a LOT of them.”

Ryou shook his head, “What the hell am I going to with them? They’re always at it with each other!”

“You sound like you need another beer,” Malik sided up next to him with a beer in hand and a big grin on his face.

“Malik!” Ryou practically squealed and threw his arms around the tanned neck, “Where have you been?”

“Around,” Malik laughed at the other man’s display of affection for him, “You’re so cute when you’re excited.”

Ryou smacked him on the chest, playfully, “Hey now.”

“Hey, I’ll see you guys later,” Jonouchi said, stepping away, “Great party, by the way, Ryou.”

“Tell that to Bakura,” Ryou smiled at him, then returned his attention to Malik. He pressed his lips to the Egyptian’s and parted his lips, meeting Malik’s tongue with his own, dueling with it fiercely.

The white haired man leaned his head to the side to deepen the kiss and let his hands roam up Malik’s chest, under his shirt, along his smooth skin. He brushed his fingers over the other’s nipple and paused to pinch it, elicting a moan from Malik.

He pulled back from Malik’s intoxicating mouth and nipped at his earlobe, “Are you willing to take a pause from drinking for a little while?”

Malik smirked at Ryou, pressing his hips against the other’s hips. He rolled his hips around, grinding into Ryou’s erection with his own, “I’m sure I could find some time to spare from drinking, babe.”

Ryou grinned, then winced as a loud crashing sound came from inside. He looked over to the front door and sighed, shaking his head. He had the worst luck.

“Uh... how about we meet up a little later?” Ryou asked, despising the fool that caused the commotion inside for making him leave Malik.

“Sure,” Malik smiled gently at him and gave him a passionate kiss, then parted, walking off.

Ryou sighed and turned, walking in through the front door. He looked at his living room in horror; it had turned into a full-fledged mosh pit. And Pantera’s “Cowboys from Hell” blasting out of the stereo didn’t help things either.

“Shit,” Ryou cursed and shoved his way through the people to the stairs. He couldn’t deal with this right now. He jogged up the stairs and went straight for the bathroom, throwing whoever was in his way to the side. He slammed the door shut and locked it.

He turned around, leaning against the door, and slid down it. Things had certainly gotten out of control and he couldn’t do a thing about it. His house was being destroyed and he was up in the bathroom, helpless to stop it.

“I might as well go find Malik,” he muttered to himself and got up, opening the door and walking out of the bathroom.

Ryou looked around the hall, then decided to check in the upstairs room for his lover. He poked his head in the office and saw various couples making out, but no Malik. He moved to the next room which was Bakura’s and found it locked. He shrugged it off, then went to his room and peered in it.

What he saw had his mouth agape and his eyes wide. He stood in the doorway, he was too shocked to say anything. There in his room, in his bed, was his boyfriend with Yami. They were going at it like jack rabbits, not noticing the hurt brown orbs watching them.

“What... the.... FUCK?!” Ryou shouted, catching the two men’s attention.

They stopped in mid-thrust and stared at him, their eyes wide. Ryou was obviously enraged and the two weren’t sure what the hikari of Bakura could do, but they didn’t really want to find out.

“Get the fuck out of my fucking house! NOW!” Ryou screamed, slamming the door shut to where the doorframe shook.

Ryou stalked down the hall and down the stairs, tears streaming down his face. What did he do to deserve this? He had let his house go to hell so everyone could enjoy a good party and he was rewarded with the supposed love of his life cheating on him. With Yami no less!

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and sat down on the bottom step, letting his face drop into his hands. He began sobbing, his vision blurring with the tears. He was left to wallow in his self pity while the people around paid him no attention. He hated this. He hated how fate always seemed to be against him and screwed him over every time he tried to do anything nice.

He felt eyes on him and looked up to be greeted with chocolate orbs so much like his own. He stared at his yami with tears in his eyes, then fell forward into the spirit’s arms, sobbing into his chest.

Bakura sat back and held Ryou against his bare chest, staying silent, letting his hikari just cry and let out his emotions. He rubbed the man’s back soothingly and kissed the top of his silver locks, holding onto him tightly.

“What happened, Ryou?” Bakura asked, gently, lifting the other’s gaze to meet his, “Can you tell me? Please? What’s wrong?”

Ryou stared up at the dark spirit for a long time, saying nothing. He kept his side of the link closed and just stared. It almost scared Bakura, but he just stared back.

Ryou suddenly leaned up and captured Bakura’s lips with his own and pushed him so that his back was on the floor. He straddled the spirit’s hips and ground onto them as he deepened the kiss. He could feel Bakura’s body react to his actions and he just ground harder onto him.

Bakura was caught off guard at his light’s actions, but didn’t fight it. He just went with what Ryou had to offer and pulled the man flat on top of him. He ran a hand down his back and ass, squeezing it firmly. He drank in every moment of this unusual situation, enjoying what he could to the fullest.

Ryou was pushed back suddenly by his yami and pulled to his feet just as abruptly. He looked at Bakura with question in his eyes, but Bakura just gave me a small smile.

“I know a better place where we can do this,” Bakura said, taking the man’s hand into his and leading him up the stairs. He went to his bedroom and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket, then unlocked the door, pulling Ryou in after him.

He locked the door again, then grabbed Ryou and yanked the man to him, capturing his lips in a needy kiss. He cupped the hikari’s cheek in his hand and let his other hand roam the fair skin. He reached under Ryou’s shirt and pulled back from the kiss, practically ripping the shirt from over Ryou’s head.

Ryou felt himself being pushed gently to the bed and relaxed instantly when he felt silk sheets under and all around him. He felt Bakura between his legs, then gasped when his dark took his erection into his mouth, lightly swirling his tongue around the head of Ryou’s arousal.

“Mmm.... oh, God....” Ryou moaned, fisting his hands into the former tomb-raider’s silver locks of surprisingly soft hair.

The man’s eyes shot open as Bakura deep throated him and his loud moan of pleasure filled the room. Before he closed his eyes again, he took in the sight of Bakura’s room. It was the first time he had really ever been in here.

He chuckled at the circumstances and looked around. It was of course dark, black paint covered the walls, except for the one behind the headboard of the bed which was a gold speckled with crimson. Ryou guessed the speckles were Bakura’s and Marik’s blood from the twisted sexual fantasies they lived out in this room.

The bed was a king size, covered with black silk sheets and golden pillows were strewn across the bed along with black ones. It had four posts around it, most likely used for tying up lovers, and a dark canopy hung over the top of the post, but it was hung up, the thin sheets twisted up so they didn’t fall down.

He looked over to the other side of the room that the bed wasn’t on and saw a black desk, dresser, and a small table covered with Ryou didn’t even want to know what the odd little devices were used for.

His sight was cut off for he felt his release nearing and he closed his eyes tightly, bucking up into Bakura’s mouth. He cried out, his fists gripping the spirit’s hair even tighter, as he came and went limp, knowing that Bakura had just swallowed his essence.

Bakura smirked as he heard a song by Nothing* start to play down stairs. He crawled up Ryou’s body, leaving kisses and nips along the way up, then reached over to the night stand by the bed and opened a drawer. He grabbed some lube and settled between Ryou’s legs.

“Ryou?” Bakura looked up at him, rubbing his hand along the man’s inner thigh, “Do you want to... take me?”

Ryou opened his eyes to looked down at him and shook his head, smiling, “No, Bakura. You take me. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”

Bakura gave a sharp nod and popped the cap off of the lube in his hand, then squeezed some out onto his fingers and rubbed it over them. He leaned up and kissed Ryou to distract him from the spirit probing his entrance. He slipped one finger in and continued to duel his hikari’s tongue, his distraction working pretty well.

By the third finger, Ryou had noticed the fingers inside of him, but instead of wincing or tightening up, he pushed down onto the fingers, moaning as the tips went over his prostate. He fisted his hand in Bakura’s wild hair and pulled him back from the kiss, panting.

“I’m ready, take me,” Ryou whispered onto his lips, giving Bakura’s manhood a firm jerk to emphasize his point, “Just fuck me into this mattress!”

Bakura lubed up his erection and pushed the head into Ryou’s tight passage. He slowly pushed in and stopped once he was fully sheathed inside of the man under him. He watched as Ryou shivered, then started moving to indicate that everything was alright and to go on.

Bakura complied and started to move in and out of Ryou, gaining speed because of his own need. He captured Ryou’s lips and dominated the kiss, letting his tongue roam his new mover’s mouth.

He moved his mouth away from his light’s and moved to his neck, sucking lightly on the tender flesh, driving Ryou crazy inside. He ran his teeth lightly over his neck and down to his collar bone, making Ryou suck in air between clenched teeth.

Ryou groaned as Bakura gripped his arousal and began to stroke him with their thrusts, causing Ryou to start seeing white.

“Bakura!” he called out as he released violently, his seed shooting onto his and Bakura’s stomachs. Bakura was right behind him, slamming into the man and throwing his head back, releasing with Ryou’s name on his lips.

The dark spirit collapsed atop Ryou, panting heavily. He mustered up the rest of his strength and lifted himself up, pulling out of Ryou, and falling on the bed next to him. He nuzzled into his light’s soft hair and breathed in his scent deeply.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Bakura murmured, wrapping his arms around the smaller man, “And how long I’ve wanted to say this; I love you, Ryou.”

Ryou was too shocked to answer. He just laid there and couldn’t believe his ears.

“W-what did you say?” he stammered, looking his dark in the eye.

“I love you,” Bakura said, dozing off, and held the man closer.

“I... I love you too, Bakura,” Ryou finally said and fell asleep with “Buck Dich” by Ramstine playing downstairs.
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All the errors should be fixed now.

REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! Thanx! *goes to not get much needed sleep*