Burning Sea

Burning Sea

Hato chiisai

YAOI WARNING

I do not own Yugioh.

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Chapter 17

Tearing Down the Pirate

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The night of the battle, there was a feast in celebration of the victory. Yami, Yugi, Mikado, a finally awake Ahmose, Marik, Malik, Ryou, Bakura, Pegasus, Shadi, Mai and Ishizu all sat at the head table, along with a tall man with Marik and Ishizu’s skin color, called Rishido. After a while, Yami stood, holding his wine glass.

“Congratulations to all!” He called in the vast hall. “It was a flawless victory! We suffered no losses, and now have a new ship!” There was thunderous applause after that. “I wish to congratulate Mai and Ishizu on the completion of the newly christened Harpy Lady, and Shadi upon his acceptance to captain what will soon be known as the Celtic Guardian!” More applause. “Those who worked on the Harpy Lady will now work on our newly captured vessel. I have asked Rishido to be so kind as to captain her for me, and he has accepted.” Another round of applause.

“I wish to also formally introduce all of you to three new members of my crew.” He said, and Ryou turned red immediately. Marik and Bakura stood, and Ryou, Malik and Yugi soon found themselves standing on chairs so everyone could see them. “This is Yugi, Malik and Ryou. I hope to see them accepted here.” He glared at Seto, who lowered his eyes to the floor. “But let us celebrate all of the blessings that the powers that be have bestowed on us! LET US FEAST!!” And the food was brought out. Mako, of course, served the head table, laughing jovially at all of the playful taunts aimed at him such as ‘there you are, you ugly bastard!’ and ‘still alive after all of your dreaded concoctions’ and ‘my god, I think your ass has gotten bigger’. Ryou ate quietly, looking around, watching the men he recognized from Yami’s crew goofing off with other men, most likely from other crews.

There was a sudden clatter and Ryou yelped as Bakura tumbled over landing in his lap, with mashed potatoes on his face. The pirate grunted, then grinned and wrapped arms around Ryou’s neck.

“I’m on base!” He crowed, and Ryou turned to see who he was talking to. Marik with potatoes in his face, and another glob in his hand. Figures…

“Since when is the kid base?” Marik asked.

“Since now.” Bakura said.

“On one condition.” Marik said.

“What?”

“Kiss him.” The entire room grew silent and all eyes trained onto the white haired pair.

“Go on.” Yami coaxed, grinning. Bakura turned and glared.

“What?!”

“Kiss him!” Malik, Marik, Yami and Yugi all shouted, and Ryou turned bright red and squirmed out from under Bakura, causing him to fall to the floor.

“OW! What the hell!” Bakura yelped, and stood, wiping the mashed potatoes from his face. “What the hell is your problem, kid?!” Ryou stared at Bakura, nervously.

“I, I’m sorry, I just….”

“Oh, just stop talking…” Bakura sighed, rolling his eyes, and sat down, cramming a piece of meat into his mouth.

“Oh come on, Bakura.” Marik teased. “You like him. Admit it.” Bakura looked up at Marik, coolly.

“No. I won’t admit it because I don’t. He’s a sniveling bratty child, and I can’t stand him.”

“Bakura!” Yami scolded, standing, while Ryou let his head fall forwards enough so that his hair hid the hurt look on his face. “That was uncalled for.” Bakura didn’t answer, just crammed some more food into his mouth. Yami growled. “Apologize.” Bakura choked, then stood and glared.

“I don’t think so!” He spat. “I won’t waste my breath.” Ryou swallowed and headed for the door, no longer hungry. He felt every eye in the room on him. “He’s not worth it. I should have slit his throat as soon as Marik brought him up to us on the Lady of Faith. I should have left him to die with his good for nothing father.” Ryou, who had reached the doorway, froze, then whirled, drawing the blade at his hip.

“Take that back….” He snarled, and was no longer aware of anyone else in the room. Bakura quirked an eyebrow.

“Put that away, boy. Unless you have a death wish.” He said, and sat down again, grabbing a pear. In a blur, Ryou had darted forwards and had the point of his blade pressed into Bakura’s neck.

“I said, take that back.” Ryou snapped. In a flash, Bakura had thrown him back and drew his own blade, thrusting it under Ryou’s nose.

“I get tired of your arrogance.” He growled.

“WHO is arrogant?!” Ryou hissed, and knocked the blade away, getting to his feet and attacking. “You are the most arrogant, self absorbed son of a bitch I have ever met in my entire life!” Ryou screamed, forcing a shocked Bakura back. “All you care about is yourself! I have tried to be nice! I have tried to get along with you! I saved your worthless hide, you ungrateful bastard! What is your problem?! Every now and then you make a small attempt to be nice, but you treat me like shit! And I’m sick of it!” Bakura’s blade went t flying and he found himself against the wall staring down the blade of the Spanish Rapier and into angry brown eyes that were the source of hurt tears streaking the boy’s face. “I could kill you right now and fix so many problems. I won’t have you looking down on me and mistreating me. I will have avenged my father. I will have ended the life of a bloodthirsty murderer.” Bakura, in a last attempt, leapt at Ryou but the boy dodged and Bakura fell to the floor and rolled over only to freeze, the blade pressed into his chest.

“I… I yield…..” Bakura gasped.

“Good.” Ryou snapped, and stepped back. He looked around at all of the large shocked eyes on him, and all the anger left. He dropped the blade, lowered his head, and ran from the room, sobbing.

After a pause, Bakura yelped as Yami stalked up to him and kicked him hard in the ribs.

“Get up off of your ass and go after him.” He snarled to the pale pirate. “And you make peace with him.”

“………. No.”

“That’s an order!” Yami roared, and Marik hauled Bakura to his feet, also angry.

“You arrogant bastard….” Marik hissed as he marched Bakura to the door. He shoved him out the door and gave him a swift kick in the ass to send him on way. Bakura stumbled down the corridor, still reeling in shock. Dazed, he began to search for Ryou. He found the boy sitting on the beach, his head in his hands, still crying. Bakura slowly approached him and cleared his throat.

“Go away.” Ryou sniffed, and Bakura scowled, about to spit an acid comment out at the boy, but something hit him in the side of the head. He turned, glaring, and spotted Yugi in the bushes with a sling shot. He snarled under his breath, and was about to go after him when he noticed a pair of glowing crimson eyes, and thought better of wringing the midget’s neck. He sighed, and sat down beside Ryou.

“I… I’m sorry.” He said, softly.

“Yeah right.” Ryou grumbled to his knees.

“I am, Ryou.”

“Don’t talk to me.”

“Tough. You… you were right. I am self centered, aren’t I?”

“About time you figured it out.” Bakura frowned.

“I’m sorry. You know my story.”

“What happened to you has nothing to do with it. You’re just arrogant.” Ryou said, and Bakura blinked.

“I guess so.” He said, reclining onto the beach, looking up at the stars. “Ryou?”

“Hm.”

“Do you remember your mother?” Bakura asked, and Ryou looked up, startled.

“Huh? Why?”

“…… I don’t know. For a moment… You looked like my mother. Do you look anything like your mother?”

“No. I don’t look like anyone. Well, except you.” Ryou said and sat up, looking at Bakura.

“I really am sorry, Ryou.” Bakura said.

“Sorry, but I’ve heard this before from you.” Ryou said, and stood, heading back inside. Bakura blinked, and was brought out of his shock by Yugi’s slingshot again. He glared at the bushes as he followed Ryou inside. He grabbed his hand and Ryou turned and glared. Bakura blinked, then sighed.

“Come on. Let’s talk.” He said. Ryou blinked and looked closely at Bakura’s eyes, then nodded and followed. They went to Bakura’s room. As they moved away from the closed door, there was the click of a lock. Bakura froze, then whirled and ran back, trying to jerk it open. It was stuck.

“YAMI!!” He roared.

“You and Ryou are staying there until you get along!” Yami called, and they heard him strolling off down the hall, complimenting Yugi on his idea of locking the pair up together. Bakura snarled, then turned as he heard a giggle. He looked and found Ryou standing in the middle of the room, laughing.

“What’s so funny?!” Bakura demanded, and Ryou’s laughing only got worse, until he let himself slump to the floor where he continued his hysterical giggles. Bakura watched him for a while until he suddenly felt himself shaking with laughter. He soon found himself on the floor next to Ryou, laughing with the boy. They laughed for what felt like forever, before they finally calmed down and just lay there, staring at each other. Bakura reached out and brushed his fingers over Ryou’s cheek, and watched the boy lower his gaze and blush. He smiled.

“Ryou…” He breathed softly, as if feeling how the name passed his lips. Ryou smiled slightly and looked up at him.

“Yes?” He whispered back, and Bakura smiled slightly.

“I think we need a bath.”

“Yes. We do.” Ryou murmured back, and they both stood and undressed quietly. Bakura got out two towels and followed Ryou out. He laid the folded towels on the patio, and then went back inside. He came back out with a knife and something else that Ryou could not see. He went over to what looked like a stick in the ground, about as tall as the handsome pirate, and he began to strike the knife against the object, bringing sparks from it, revealing it as flint. A fire caught, and Ryou identified the stick as a torch. It lit Bakura’s small Cliffside garden, and he turned and moved to another one that happened to be a fencepost at the edge of the cliff, keeping someone from toppling off. He moved along, revealing all of the fence posts to be torches. There were four of them, about five feet apart, making the edge of the cliff measured at twenty feet.

Bakura turned and smiled at Ryou, putting the knife and flint down. He moved to the pool that sat at the back of the little alcove in the face of the cliff, and waded in.

“Come on in.” He called, gently. “The water is warm.” Ryou blinked, and then shyly waded in after him, finding him to be right. It was warm outside, and the water was cool, but not cold. And after a moment it did indeed feel warm to Ryou, and he felt himself relax. He watched Bakura disappear under the ripples that the waterfall sent across the surface, and reappear with a handful of sand.

“The sand is fine.” He said, and let Ryou feel it. “Use it to wash with.” He said, and began to demonstrate. Ryou blinked then sucked in his breath and ducked beneath the water. He opened his eyes and grasped a handful of sand, while shooting a glance at Bakura’s feet. He surfaced before his eyes could move upwards. He began to wash himself, following Bakura’s example.

“Wash your back?” Bakura offered, and Ryou blushed and nodded, turning and moving his hair out of the way. He shivered as Bakura did so, and then they switched. When Ryou finished with Bakura’s back the pirate turned back to face him. They stared at each other with large brown eyes, filled with amazed confusion. And then, as if hit with an electric shock, revelation sparkled in their eyes. Bakura slowly leaned over, and Ryou sucked in his breath as his heart leapt in his chest. His eyes fluttered closed and he gasped slightly, parting his lips and lifting them up to meet Bakura’s.

Bakura’s breath caught in his throat when their lips touched. It was a small peck that both moved away from nervously, and then stared at each other. Eyes wide, Bakura slowly moved closer, and Ryou shifted slightly, waiting. Bakura’s hands reached out under the water, finding Ryou’s arms. The hands moved up to his shoulders, and he bent over, kissing him again. Ryou let a tiny squeak loose, and this seemed to be the signal for the passion to break loose. Bakura’s arms wrapped around Ryou and pulled him flush against his body, while Ryou gripped onto Bakura with a silent desperation as their lips embraced, firmly.

“All right!” Malik whispered.

“Shhh!” Yami scolded, grinning. Marik, Malik, Yami and Yugi were on the ledge above Bakura’s garden, which was Marik’s little patio and outside garden. It was from here that the waterfall feeding Bakura’s pool fell, and Marik’s pool was fed by a small fall that came from another ledge above.

“This is great…” Marik hissed. “It’s about damn time.”

Back down with the pair, the kiss had become more heated. Ryou moaned as Bakura forced his tongue into his mouth and Ryou curled his own tongue around Bakura’s, and wrapping one leg around Bakura and tangling his fingers in the pirate’s hair, pulling him harder against his mouth, as if wanting to devour him whole.

Bakura grunted and pulled back, staring down at the limp boy in his arms with a lustful look. Ryou opened his eyes and looked at Bakura, his orbs equally clouded in lust. After a pause, Bakura lifted Ryou up, and Ryou wrapped his legs around Bakura’s waist, allowing him to carry him from the water. Bakura vanished into his room, and their observers moaned in disappointment.

Inside, Bakura dropped Ryou onto the bed and flung himself onto the boy’s body, crushing his mouth against Ryou’s, groaning as Ryou bucked his hips up and began grinding against his hip. Bakura released Ryou’s lips and moved his mouth down, trailing sloppy kisses on his throat and chest, grinding against the boy beneath him. Ryou threw his head back and began gasping and groaning in raw pleasure.

“You were right….” Bakura panted into Ryou’s ear. “I’m an arrogant bastard who has never cared for anyone but myself…. Until now.” Ryou blinked and lowered his eyes to meet Bakura’s. “I want you.” Bakura continued, staring at Ryou. “I want you to be mine and mine alone, forever. And I want to be yours as you are mine.” Ryou blinked and nodded, feeling in his heart that Bakura was speaking what he was feeling, and that he was speaking truth. “I want to be a slave to your happiness, and vice versa, I want for you to serve me and my happiness.” He kissed Ryou. “I want to be your pleasure, and your pain. I want to be your beginning and your end. Will you have me?”

“Yes…..” Ryou hissed, arching his back. “I will be yours if you will be mine.”

“Done.” Bakura said, and Ryou yelped as the pirate’s teeth sank into the soft flesh of the juncture of his shoulder and neck, marking him to scar. He groaned in lust and pain and one of his hands drifted down to grip Bakura’s thigh. Bakura released his grip on Ryou’s neck and kissed him again.

“Are you a virgin?” He hissed, and Ryou nodded.

“I am.”

“How far do you want this to go?”

“…… All the way.”

“This will be fun, then.”

“Yeah sure, just hurryyyyyyy!!!” Ryou whined, and Bakura gave an evil chuckle, he sat up and moved up Ryou’s body until he was straddling the boy’s face, and he forcefully shoved his throbbing erection into Ryou’s mouth. The boy yelped around Bakura’s length, but didn’t hesitate to begin to suck on him, and tease him with tongue and teeth. Bakura groaned and tangled his fingers in Ryou’s hair, hips rolling with shallow thrusts as he tried to find his release without hurting Ryou. He let his head fall back as he gasped, releasing into Ryou’s mouth. He turned and flopped down beside Ryou for a moment to rest, then sat up.

A feral grin spread over his face as he stared at Ryou. The boy was moaning and writhing, running his hands over his own thighs, and stroking his straining erection. One hand dragged up his chest, and then down again, gripping the base of his erection. Bakura grinned and caught Ryou’s active hands, pinning them above his head. Ryou whined in protest, and Bakura chuckled, using his free hand to grip Ryou’s length. The boy gave a choked cry and bucked his hips. Bakura grinned and massaged the stiff flesh, leaning over to claim the boy’s lips.

Ryou returned the kiss heatedly, grinding into Bakura’s palm. Bakura released his mouth and wrists, then slid down and sucked Ryou’s length down his throat and began to suck. HARD. Ryou arched his back and screamed as Bakura swallowed around him, releasing his fluids into his lover’s mouth. Bakura sat up grinning, as Ryou fell back onto the bed in an orgasm induced daze. Taking the opportunity to make this easier on Ryou, Bakura slid a finger into him, smiling slightly at the small whiny grunt that Ryou let out. He added a second finger after a moment, preparing Ryou thoroughly, finally adding a third. Ryou, at this point, had come out of his daze and was staring at Bakura with large frightened eyes. Bakura removed his fingers and mounted the boy, positioning himself. He then looked down into Ryou’s eyes, and froze.

“Ryou?”

“D-don’t!” Ryou cried, suddenly. “NO!” Bakura blinked and immediately backed off. He watched Ryou shiver and stare at him, fearfully.

“I, I’m sorry.” Bakura gasped. “I didn’t mean to scare you! If you didn’t like what I was doing, you should have told me to stop, I would have! I promise.” He reached out and Ryou let him caress his face. “Are you alright?” Ryou nodded and grabbed Bakura’s arm, pulling him closer so that he could hide himself in the older boy’s arms.

“I’m okay, you just startled me. I wasn’t expecting that… Sorry I panicked.”

“No. Don’t be sorry. I don’t want to do something you’re not comfortable with.” He told Ryou, who smiled up at him.

“Bakura?”

“Yes?”

“Do you love me?”

“Huh?”

“Do you love me?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You never said you did. Are you just using me?”

“No.” Bakura said, and pulled Ryou into his lap, stroking his hair. “I meant what I said. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine, forever. I’m sorry for how I treated you.”

“You treated me like that when we were around others. But you were nice when it was just Yami and Marik, or just us. Do you think that everyone will see you as weak if you’re nice to me?”

“I….” Bakura stammered. “I, I…. I don’t want them to think that I’ve gone soft….”

“I see. That makes sense.” Ryou said with a nod, and then frowned at Bakura. “Well, get over it.” Bakura blinked at Ryou, surprised. “They won’t see you as weak. If you treat me like that again…” Ryou’s voice rose in slight anger.

“I won’t.” Bakura murmured, and kissed him. “Never again.”

“Then say it.”

“I did.”

“No. Say it. You know what I mean.” Ryou said, as Bakura gently laid him back on the bed and moved above him. Bakura stared down at Ryou. He opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Bakura.”

“I love you.” Bakura said firmly, and watched Ryou slowly smile. He smiled back and kissed him. “I love you.” He said again, and nuzzled Ryou’s throat, feeling the boy spread his legs to allow him access. “I love you.” He said again, mounting his new lover, who shivered. “I love you.” He said again, suckling Ryou’s earlobe, slightly. He felt Ryou grip his shoulders as he moved into position.

“Bakura….” Ryou whimpered, nervously.

“I love you.” Bakura affirmed, and Ryou tightened his grip, gasped and arched his back as Bakura began to press into him, slowly. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you….” He repeated softly between kisses, and continued to do so until he sat fully sheathed in Ryou’s virgin body. His hands gently stroked and soothed the trembling boy beneath him, his ears listening to every tiny gasp and whimper as Ryou adjusted.

“Ryou…. Do you love me?” He whispered into the boy’s ear, and Ryou turned blurry tear filled eyes on him.

“……. Yes.” He gasped, and then moaned as Bakura kissed him tenderly. He shuddered when Bakura began to move, being as gentle as he could. Out, and in, out, and in, slowly, making sure that Ryou was not in pain. Ryou shivered and moaned again, his inner muscles gripping onto Bakura, making the pirate gasp into Ryou’s mouth. Ryou broke the kiss as his head fell back. He lifted his hips up to meet Bakura as he re-entered him, and Bakura took this as a sign that Ryou was comfortable.

“If I do anything you don’t like, tell me.” He whispered. “And if there is something that you want me to do, tell me.” Ryou whimpered and nodded, and Bakura began to move a bit faster, and a bit harder. Ryou moaned and continued to meet Bakura’s thrusts.

“Say it again.” Ryou panted.

“I love you.” Bakura complied, smiling and kissing Ryou’s throat, mouth watering at the sight of Ryou with his head craned back, eyes closed and lips parted, panting and moaning in exquisite pleasure.

Ryou felt like he was on fire, his body lit with pleasure that he had never known possible. He could feel every inch of Bakura inside of him, filling him to the point of a slight pain that only enhanced the pleasure. Then Bakura would retreat, leaving Ryou feeling a cold, empty ache in his body, only to return, his arousal once again filling him and warming him, making Ryou want more and more. He wanted Bakura to fill him until he could handle no more.

“I love you….” Bakura was chanting in his ear, and Ryou arched his back and wrapped his legs around Bakura, pulling him deeper into his body, until an electric shock ran up his spine, making him throw his head back and let loose a heated cry. Hearing this, Bakura thrust harder, aiming for that spot, and Ryou’s cries let him know that he was hitting it head on.

Bakura’s mind was in a sex-induced haze, unable to register anything but what he was feeling and hearing. His eyes were shut tight, and he grunted with every thrust, listening to Ryou crying out in intense pleasure. Bakura groaned aloud when Ryou wrapped his legs around him, allowing him to move deeper into the slick channel and finally finding that one spot that had Ryou melting in his arms. He heard Ryou cry out in pleasured shock, and Bakura began to give in to his primitive desires and began to take him harder, drowning in those passionate screams coming from his lover’s lips. He opened his eyes and the sight of Ryou took his breath away. Ryou writhed in pleasure, tossing his head back with his eyes wide and glazed, tears of pleasure leaving a crystalline trail down his face. His cheeks had flushed a dark pink and his mouth was open as he gasped and moaned. Ryou then clenched his teeth and groaned, thrusting his hips up aggressively before tossing his head back again. Bakura’s eyes widened as he began thrusting harder and faster and deeper, eager to see what Ryou would do when he reached his climax.

“Give in to me…” He hissed, and Ryou sobbed softly, fixing his hazy eyes on Bakura.

“Harder…” He whimpered. “Give it to me harder, Bakura.” Bakura growled and slammed into Ryou’s entrance, listening to Ryou’s yelp as he buried his teeth into his shoulder again. Then, he felt the spasm begin in his lover’s body and he lifted his head to watch as he slammed in as hard as he could. He watched as Ryou threw his head back and screamed, arching his back so far that one would fear that it would snap. A shudder rippled through his frame as he came hard, splattering Bakura and himself before collapsing limply into the bed, panting. His body jerked as Bakura thrust in a few more times before filling the boy’s body to overflow with liquid passion. Bakura groaned, and collapsed onto Ryou, as dazed as the boy beneath him.

“Holy shit, they did it!” Marik gasped. He and the others had climbed down from Marik’s ledge to Bakura’s and they were all staring around the still-open door.

“I don’t believe it!” Yami breathed.

“You should lock people in their rooms more often.” Malik muttered.

“Ryou sure can scream.” Yugi snickered, and the other’s chuckled.

“Shh!” Marik warned, seeing Bakura beginning to come down from his sexual high. The pale pirate slowly lifted his head and looked down at Ryou, who looked like he had passed out. He lifted himself off of Ryou and let his penis slip from Ryou’s body, bringing a soft moan from the boy.

“Ryou?” Bakura called gently.

“Hmm?” Ryou replied, opening exhausted eyes.

“Are you alright?” Bakura asked, moving to lie beside him.

“Mmmm….. yes.” Ryou smiled, and cuddled into Bakura’s chest, making the man smile and hold him close. “That was… incredible.” Bakura smiled.

“Yeah. And here I thought virgins weren’t supposed to be very good. But that was…. That was… That was the most mind blowing orgasm I’ve ever had.” Bakura gasped, shaking his head in slight disbelief. Ryou smiled and looked up at him, eyes shining.

“Ummm…. Thanks… I think….” Ryou said, laughing weakly, and Bakura smiled and bent over, kissing Ryou gently.

“I love you.” He murmured, and Ryou sighed and wrapped his arms around Bakura’s neck, holding him in place for another kiss. “Please tell me you’ll stay with me.”

“I will. I promise.” Ryou said, as Bakura lay down and pulled Ryou close. “As long as you’ll have me, I will stay.”

“I’m glad.” Bakura sighed, closing his sleepy eyes, and smiled as Ryou snuggled into his chest. “I love you.” He whispered again.

“I love you too.” Ryou mumbled, and drifted off to sleep, Bakura right behind.

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