Golden Opal

Firstly, I would like to appologise for having taken so long to update. I typed out almost this entire chapter and promptly lost the disk I had typed it out on.

Secondly, I would like to thank all reviewers, especially rayemars. I’m doing my best to take the ‘advice’.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, except the story line.

Warning: Lemon scene as promised here. Expect some OOCness since I didn’t really get interested in Yu-Gi-Oh until about two weeks ago from watching the videos my younger cousin rented.

~Golden Opal~

Ryou couldn't believe his luck; this morning he'd never expected to speak to his cousin for more than three minutes straight and now he was sharing Bakura's bed! Though, on the other hand, this morning he hadn't been expecting his uncle to sell him as a sex slave to the next slave caravan which came along. Just the thought of being sold made shivers run down hpinepine. At first Ryou couldn't understand why he minded so much. Surely he couldn't be any worse off than he was now? And if hi uncle expected him to be valuable enough to sell, surely he had enough potential that he would be treated well by his new master as long as he complied? It wasn't as though he was going to be leaving anything important behind... was he?

Bakura stared at the boy who lay with his back to him, so close that it almost hurt. How long he had wanted this and now he didn't know what to do. Thin shoulders, their gentle curve accented by the thick blanket barely rose with shallow breathing. Tentatively, Bakura reached out a hand and placed it lightly on the shoulder; it didn't move. Bolder now, Bakura drapped his arm around the sleeping boy's thin frame, allowing his hand to rest on the flat stomach, toned by lack of food and hard work under the desert sun. Sighing, Bakura tightened his hold slightly and shut his eyes; he *really* had wanted this for so long. Though in most of his dreams, he'd gotten alotthurthur than simply hugging Ryou...

Ryou was on the edge of dropping off; he was so tired and the bed was so much warmer and softer than the hard floor and thin layer of sacks he was used to. A hand on his shoulder made his voice catch in his throat; what if it was his uncle? What would he say, what would he *do* if he caught him sharing a bed with his son? The hand travelled down his body, coming to rest on his navel, the strong arm attached to it drawing him slightly nearer to it owner. A soft rush of air blew past his ear, as tough someone behind him had sighed very close to the back of his head. Terrified of what he might see and yet hoping it was what he hoped it was, Ryou began to squirm under the comforting arm and turn around to stare into chocolate eyes which had previously been boring a hole in the back of his silvery head.

"Ba-Bakura?"

Bakura took a deep breath to steady his nerves; it was now or never.

Leaning forward, he closed the distance between their lips in a passionate kiss that knocked the socks off Ryou. Ryou froze, he absolutely, one hundred percent froze. Bakura’s warm, wet tongue lovingly caressed his bottom lip, seeking entrance rather than snatching it as he so easily could have. Ryou quivered under the touch and that was it. Half of him was screaming for him to respond, moan, open his mouth, anything! The other half was torn between freezing and freaking out. Unfortunately, The part of him which wanted to freeze seemed to be the most dominant…

Bakura held on for as long as he could, never wanting to let go but knowing the longer he held on, the more certain he would be that Ryou would never want him.allyally, he knew he had had his answer and pulled away, licking his lips for the younger boy’s lingering taste, a taste he would never fully savor.

“I wasn’t thinking. Sorry, just forget I did that.”

Ryou stared, tears welling in his eyes as Bakura turned his back to him and feigned sleep. He’d had his chance and he’d blown it, big time. Ryou licked his lips; he could still feel Bakura’s lips there and damn, he wanted them there again!

“Bakura, I… I… I’m sorry…”

Bakura took awhile longer to reply than he should have. Whether the pause was to control his anger or to decide an appropriate response, Ryou wasn’t sure.

“Stop appologising. If I forced you to have sex with me, how different would that make me from my father? Or any of your other future masters for that matter?”

“You… you want to have sex with me?”

Bakura rolled his eyes and rolled over to glare at Ryou.

“What did you think? That I kissed you just for the heck of it?”

“No, I… I… I…”

Bakura smirked, grabbing the beautiful opportunity which had suddenly presented itself to him. He leant forward and claimed Ryou’s stuttering lips for his own in one swoop.

Ryou moaned, getting more responsive with each probing thrust from Bakura’s tongue in every imaginable corner of his mouth. Bakura smirked and Ryou felt it against his lips, the upward pull of skin and the grazing of teeth against tongue. Moving down, Bakura began searching for the smaller boy’s sensitive spot. He found it, just behind an elegantly shaped ear and nestled at the edge of delicate angular jawbone.

“Bakura… I… oh…”

“Shh… Let me do the moving.”

Ryou gasped as Bakura’s tongue flicked into his ear, bathing it in salvia. Bakura chuckled; the noise vibrating down Ryou’s ear and making him squirm under the heavier weight pressing him down into the straw mattress. Bakura’s handgan gan to inch downwards, caressing the lithe body beneath him, the body which shuddered delightfully as he touched it intimately. Finally, he reached the hem of Ryou’s smock, the thing separating their needy flesh. It was disposed of quickly, making Ryou whimper as the cold desert air hit his bare skin.

Bakura refused to hold him just yet, preferring to enjoy the visual feast before him. In the wane moonlight, Ryou’s body seemed to glow with an ethereal light, his hair more silver than white. All in all, Bakura began to wonder if he should be making love to an angel on earth. An angel currently desperately scrabbling against his shirt, trying desperately to relive him of it.

“Eager now, aren’t we?”

“Bakura, please…!”

“Why Ryou, I never remember you being one for begging.”

Ryou whimpered at the teasing kisses that ghosted along his chest. He needed this so bad! Needed to be held, needed to be comforted; needed to be loved. And Bakura was being the same bastard he acquired a reputation for being, leading him on only to taunt him when he knew he had committed.

“Relax, I’ll fuck you soon enough. Now, get your hands out of the way, you’re not really helping.”

Ryou obediently dropped his hands to his side, eyes widening in surprise as Bakura stripped, revealing more and more of his perfect body. Bakura smirked, seeing his cousin’s innocent reaction, casually throwing his clothes over his shoulder, not bothering that they landed with a soft thump, announcing their unceremonious arrival on the floor. Bakura reached for Ryou’s loincloth and removed it, releasing his shame. Not that Bakura saw anything to be ashamed of. Perhaps more gently than he had meant to, Bakura kissed the flush spreading across Ryou’s cheeks, grasping his member in a calloused hand.

“Bakura!!”

“Shh… Do you want my father to hear? I will stop if you can’t control yourself.”

“I…I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

“Not too quite. A moan here and there will suffice.”

Ryou bit his lip uncertainly; was he supposed to be taking some kind of hint here? He really had no idea- not that that was surprising. When one naïve boy meets another used to playing with people’s minds, one of them IS expected to get confused. And it sure wasn’t Bakura.

Ryou’s train of thought was derailed by another surprise. With scant ceremony, Bakura bent forward and took his entire length into his mouth, though he refused to touch it with his tongue, simply holding it in his mouth, allowing Ryou to get used to the new sensation. Ryou writhed and moaned even though the torturous pleasure had barely begun. Strong, tanned hands held him down, pressed his straining hips into the mattress.

Slowly, Bakura ran his tongue along the protrusion in his mouth, teasing the flesh until Ryou’s member began to weep and the boy himself was reduced to a writhing mess of flesh making the most stimulating moans. Sensing the boy would climax if he continued, Bakura withdrew, much to Ryou’s disappointment. Slowly, Bakura could see Ryou begin to slip out of his haze of ecstasy, read the need etching itself all too clearly on his fine features.

Made bold by his requirement, Ryou reached for Bakura, trying to pull him down again, trying to get him to end his blissful suffering. A gentle slap on his ass which made him jerk away was his only reward.

“I really don’t want to have to hit you but we go at my pace.”

Bakura took his time rummaging the chest at the foot of his bed for the small jar of ointment he kept there. Ryou’s need was far greater than his and it was exquisitely delicious to watch him squirm. Finally, his search concluded, Bakura turned to Ryou, spreading the cream on his fingers and positioning the younger boy. There was worry all-too clear on his face through his anticipation.

“Bakura, I… I… I don’t know…”

“Shh… why do you think I’m on top? That and you look perfectly edible on your back like this.”

Ryou blushed, the rosy tinge all the more obvious on his pale skin. No matter how good he may have looked Bakura did not take him in his mouth again as he half expected him to. No, Bakura had other plans.

A gasp tore itself from Ryou’s throat as Bakura slid a finger into him. Bakura held him close, distracting him from the new pain with carnal kisses along his lips, nose, cheeks, forehead and half-lidded chocolate eyes. He could have waited for Ryou to adjust to the intrusion but despite his best intentions, Bakura was getting very impatient, his own member hard and ready. As ready as Ryou was for what would come next.

A scream tore from Ryou as Bakura penetrated him, sliding his member in and burying it to the hilt. It was lucky Bakura had had the sense of mind to clamp his mouth over Ryou’s in a stifling and silencing kiss or their first night of activity would definitely have been their last.

When Bakura could no longer stand the pressure around him, he withdrew, only to thrust in again, searching for that spot which would make Ryou see stars.

“Ba…ku… ra…”

The breathy moan slipped out as Bakura pulled his mouth away from Ryou’s to draw panting breath after breath. Ryou reeled and threw himself back on the bed as his entire field of vision went white, merging with Bakura’s hair so that all he could see was the dark face staring back at him. His mind shut down completely as he felt Bakura take his errection into his hand and begin to pump it in time to his thrusts. He couldn’t think and riding on the wave of sinful pleasure, Ryou didn’t want to.

Bakura began pumping Ryou as he felt himself near his peak. Ordinarily, he would never have climaxed so fast but Ryou seemed to close in around him, milking his orgasm as he himself peaked for the first time. Bakura followed seconds later, filling the virginal tightness with his own seed.

Panting each as heavily as the other, Bakura and Ryou pulled apart only to lock embrace once more in a more fitting position for slumber. As Bakura stroked Ryou’s sweaty hair and Ryou inhaled the heady scent of their love-making, neither of them noticed the silent shifting of shadows as the bedroom door closed…

~END~

Okay, that’s done. Now, I would appreciate it very greatly if you told me how you thought the lemon scene was. If it was bad, I will probably be in for a serious trip back to the drawing board since this fas aas a few more lemon scenes laid out for it. If it was good, then please let me know so that I can proceed with the story as planned.

Any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated.