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Chapter Two
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything dealing with Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me but to a very rich and lucky person. So no suing!
Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), slight AU but no spoilers, surprises (if you like the Engulf Trilogy then you’ll like the surprises *hint, hint*)
Pairings: Seto/Joey, Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou, possible others
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Project: Destiny
Chapter Two
by Ravenx
The flickering lights move over the tan walls of the living room casing eerie shadows. A woman’s scream fills the room from the speakers of the television. A small tri-colored haired teen snuggles closer to his yami on the sofa, his light purple eyes squeezed tightly shut as he tucks his head under the other’s chin. The taller boy wraps his arms around the shaking youth, his darker purple eyes looking down at the top of Yugi’s head. Soft words of reassures falling from his lips to the other’s ears.
Beside them sits a tall white haired boy, his pale skin practically glowing in the brightness of the screen. Another smaller white haired boy straddles his lap, his head buried deep into the other’s neck, his arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Bakura absently rubs circles on Ryou’s back as his dark brown eyes watch the movie closely, a smirk firmly in place. Ryou’s fingers grip tightly at his yami’s white tank top, his jean clad legs tensing over Bakura’s black track pants. The smaller boy whimpers slightly as the terror building music builds behind him.
On the large chair nearest to the two white haired boys sits a small pale blonde, his light violet eyes glued to the television with rapt amazement. He leans forward slightly, his thin fingers weaving through a thick scalp full of pale blonde hair between his knees. His slim white cargo shorts covered legs hang loosely on the two large shoulders of another pale blonde. Marik sits on the plush white carpet, his black jean clad legs crossed Indian style, his navy tank top hangs loosely over his chest. His strong hands wrapped around the ankles hanging over his shoulders, dark violet eyes moving around the flashing screen.
The other large chair holds a tall sandy blonde, his honey colored eyes looking from the television to the almost empty metal bowl in his lap, only a few golden popped kernels of corn laying among several dark brown, unpopped ones. A long leg lays over an arm of the white chair, swing back and forth slightly in time with the thrilling music. His red shirt clings nicely to his lean muscles, a couple pieces of lightly golden popcorn rest on his jeans. The only sound in the room is the movie as the last scene flickers over the screen, the credits slowly moving across the now black screen.
“Is it over?” Ryou’s mumbled voice asks.
“Yep. Man that was good.” Malik claps, his legs kicking slightly on Marik’s chest.
“No it wasn’t.” Yugi whines.
“You two are just chickens.” Joey laughs.
“And you weren’t scared at all?” The smaller tri-colored haired boy lifts his head and looks over at his tall friend.
“Well, the kid that kept making that cat noise was kinda freaky.” Joey pops the rest of the popcorn into this mouth before sitting up.
“Why didn’t we save the comedy for last? Now I’ll have nightmares all night.” Ryou pouts, his head still buried in Bakura’s thick white hair.
“Wimp.” Malik rolls his light violet eyes at his friend.
“Shut up, Malik.” Ryou turns around to stick his tongue out at the pale blonde.
“Would you two stop arguing?” Yami stretches as much as he can with his hikari still snuggling to his chest.
“Let them have at it. My kitsune can take the wimp.” Marik grins evilly from his position on the floor.
“Who you calling a wimp?” Bakura growls, his dark brown eyes looking over Ryou’s shoulder to the pale blonde.
“You’re hikari. What you going to do about it?”
“How about send you to the shadow realm?”
“I’m only saying the truth. Your hikari is a wimp. Malik can take him easily.” Marik rubs his hands up and down Malik’s bare, smooth legs.
“He could not!” Bakura growls.
“Actually, I think he could.” Joey speaks up.
“You stay out of this.” Bakura’s angry eyes turn to the sandy blonde.
“I’m just saying.” Joey holds his hands up in front of him.
“Yugi’s more of a wimp than Ryou.” The tall white haired yami snaps.
“Hey!” Yugi turns around to pout at the other boy.
“I bet even Ryou could take Yugi down.” Malik nods.
“Hey!”
“Yeah, a fly could probably knock Yug over.” Joey chuckles.
“Hey!”
“My hikari isn’t much of a fighter but he isn’t as bad as the runt.” Bakura says.
“Hey!”
“Ow!” Yami rubs his black covered chest. “Why did you hit me, chibi ichi?”
“You weren’t defending me.” Yugi turns a cute glare at his yami. “Why not?”
“Because…I…I was…”
“Yeah, Pharaoh, why weren’t you defending you hikari?” Marik smirks at the flustered tri-colored haired yami.
“I think I know.” Bakura grins. “He thinks we’re right.”
“Is that true, Yami?” Yugi’s glare turns into a pout.
“No! No…I just…they were just playing around. They didn’t mean it.” Yami smiles sweetly at the small boy next to him.
“I meant what I said.” Bakura shrugs.
“Me too.” Marik agrees.
“I hate to say it but I did to.” Joey speaks up weakly.
“You guys are mean.” Ryou pouts as he slips off of Bakura’s lap to sit next to Yugi on the sofa, his thin arms wrapping around his friends shoulders.
“We’re just saying the truth.” Malik scratches the side of his head. “Sorry, Yugi.”
“It’s fine. I guess you guys are right. I am a little wimp.”
“But you’re our wimp.” Joey smiles.
“Well that makes me feel better.” Yugi rolls his eyes as he laughs.
“Come on, guys. What are we going to do now? We’ve run out of movies.” Joey sits the now empty bowl of popcorn on the glass coffee table before getting up and walking to the DVD player.
“I’m hungry. We got any more pizza?” Malik slips his legs off of Marik’s shoulders, leaning forward to rest his chin on the top of his yami’s spiky hair.
“I think so. It’s in the kitchen.” Yugi stands up, stepping over Yami’s legs to head for the swinging door of the kitchen.
“Move.” Malik playfully pushes Marik forward as he hops over him and runs after Yugi.
“I think he’s a bottomless pit sometimes.” Marik rolls his eyes as he follows his hikari.
“Yeah, but I could so beat him in an eating contest.” Joey chuckles, setting down the case of the DVD before moving to go after his friends.
“Chibi ichi? Yugi? Are you still mad at me?” Yami gets up, his hand still rubbing his chest from where Yugi hit him as he moves into the now noisy kitchen.
Ryou moves to get up only to have his striped shirt pulled back, he yelps quietly as he falls back across Bakura’s lap, his light brown eyes staring up into darker brown ones.
“What’s wrong?”
“Lets go upstairs.” Bakura smirks down at his hikari, his arms wrapping around the smaller boy.
“We can’t. The others are still awake.”
“So? Marik and Malik can tell them where to sleep. I want you now.”
“Kura, we can’t.”
“Yes we can.” The taller white haired boy stands up, his arms moving to hook under Ryou’s knees and neck.
“Put me down.” Ryou laughs as he gently pushes against Bakura’s chest.
“Nope. Not until I have you in bed.” The yami moves out of the living room and up a flight of hard wood stairs, his bare feet padding across the white carpet of the hallway at the top to the last door on the right.
“You could at least let me tell the others we’re going to bed.” Ryou giggles as the door to their bedroom is opened.
“They’ll figure it out.”
Bakura moves into the burgundy painted bedroom, the plush white carpet continuing from the hallway. He quickly moves by the large desk sitting against the wall by the door, a small laptop computer resting closed on its surface surrounded by a couple textbooks and binders. Sharpened pencils and ink filled pens stick out of a little white cup, a black desk lamp stands turned off.
Bakura quickly lowers Ryou down onto the black comforter that covers the queen size bed. His hands running along the thin sides of Ryou, his lips kissing along the smaller white haired boy’s jaw and neck. Ryou’s thin fingers fist in Bakura’s thick hair before pushing him back.
“What?” Bakura growls, his knees on the edge of the bed.
“Close the door.” Ryou pants.
“Why? You don’t want anyone to see you’re beautiful body?” The taller boy smirks down at the other.
“Actually, I didn’t think you would want to share me.”
“You’re right. I don’t want to.” Hopping off the bed, Bakura quickly runs to the door and locks it, turning back around to smirk at his grinning hikari.
Slowly the yami moves back across the room, he fingers reach for the hem of his white tank top. Smirking he pulls it over his head, his dark brown eye only leaving Ryou’s lighter ones as the top moves over his face. The shirt finds its way to the carpet, the white haired yami stepping on it as he walks back to the bed, leaning down to kiss Ryou’s lips before moving away again.
Ryou lays with his elbows holding him up, his eyes following every move the other makes, a small smile on his lips. Sitting up he removes his shirt and tosses it to the ground near the white tank top, his smile widening at the look on his yami’s face.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m just amazed at how beautiful you are.”
“You’re just saying that so you can get into my pants.” Ryou giggles.
“I don’t have to say or do anything to get into your pants. You’ll let me no matter what.”
“Really? Aren’t I supposed to be mad at you for the kitchen?”
“We cleaned that up.”
“Yeah but you ruined some things that you are going to pay for. And I mean pay not steal.”
“Why only me? Why doesn’t Marik have to pay too? It was his idea.” Bakura huffs, his hands resting on his hips.
“I’ll talk to Malik about it. Okay?”
“I guess.”
“Now, weren’t you in the middle of undressing?” Ryou grins, a hand waving at the black track pants still on the yami.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Bakura raises an eyebrow, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants.
Ryou’s thin fingers slip down his smooth chest pooping opening the button at the top of his jeans, the metal zipper slowly moving down the crotch of his pant to reveal a pair of white silk boxers. Grinning widely, Ryou lifts his hips, the jeans slipping down his smooth, pale thighs and calves. Kicking his legs gently, the pants slide off his feet and to the carpet, his smiling face never moving away from Bakura.
“Nice.” Bakura grins.
“Come here, Kura.” Ryou’s legs fall apart, a finger beckoning the other over.
Smirk widening, Bakura stands over the side of the bed, his hands making fast work to get rid of his track pants. Ryou gasps as he notices his yami not wearing any underwear.
“You are taking after Marik and Malik.” Ryou grins.
“And how would you know they don’t wear underwear?”
“Malik tells me everything.” Ryou rolls his light brown eyes.
Shaking his head, Bakura slowly crawls onto the bed, his lips just inches away from Ryou’s light pink ones. Leaning forward, Ryou kisses his yami before laying back on the bed, the black comforter and pale moonlight that seeps through the window on the other side of the room causes Ryou’s pale skin to almost glow.
Bakura’s lips suck on Ryou’s ear lobe, his lips and tongue moving down the side of the other boy’s smooth cheek and jaw. A little nip to Ryou’s bottom lip causes the smaller boy to giggle slightly, his hands raising to run his fingers through the thick white hair of his yami, his legs spreading wider as Bakura crawls between them. Bakura’s uncovered erection rubs against Ryou’s silk clad one, both of them moan loudly, Bakura’s lips sucking down a thin neck.
Ryou whines in loss as Bakura moves back onto his heels, his pink tongue reaching out to lick his moist lips. Bakura’s hands run down Ryou’s smooth chest, tweaking his light brown nipples on the way. His blunt fingernails gently scratch down the thin stomach to play with the band of the silk boxers.
“Up.” Bakura’s voice is laced with lust.
Ryou’s hips lift off the bed, his heels digging into the comforter for a moment while Bakura slides the silk material down his legs. His hips going back down as his legs are pulled over the other white haired boy’s head, the boxer removed and thrown to the floor. Ryou giggles as Bakura’s lips kiss the backs of his calves and knees before letting his legs spread once again and fall to the bed, his knees up and feet flat on the covers.
Smiling down at his smaller hikari, Bakura leans down, his tongue flicking in and out of Ryou’s belly button. Ryou moans loudly as the tongue moves up the center of his chest, teeth grazing a nipple, lips sucking a collarbone. Smirking Bakura takes Ryou’s lips into a passionate kiss, his tongue diving into the warm cavern of the other’s mouth.
Ryou’s hands wrap around Bakura’s shoulders, one hand fisting into the thick white hair while the other lays gently on the yami’s back. Bakura brushes Ryou’s hair out of his face as they kiss, his other hand reaching over to open the dark wooden bedside table, the black alarm clock rocking back and forth as the small table moves, the hand opening a draw and blindly searching. A growl escapes Bakura’s lips as he pulls back, his dark eyes glancing over at the table.
“Where is it?”
“What?” Ryou moans as he gently bucks his hips, his arousal rubbing against Bakura’s.
“The lube. Where is it?”
“We ran out last night remember. You were supposed to pick some up today.” Ryou pouts, his hips stop moving.
“Shit. I forgot.” Bakura hisses.
“Guess will have to wait until I can get some tomorrow.”
“No. I want you tonight.”
“You aren’t taking me dry, Kura! The last time you did I couldn’t walk for a week.”
“Don’t worry, I have an idea.”
“What?”
“You’ll see.”
Bakura jumps off the bed, his bare feet padding around the foot to the other side of the room where he opens a door to disappear into the bathroom. Ryou watches as the light flicks on, sitting up the white haired boy tries to prier into his white and black themed bathroom. He grits his perfectly white teeth as he hears a small crash followed by cussing.
“Kura, what are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Come a muffled voice.
“Kura, don’t lie to me.” Ryou wrinkles his brow as he hears more rustling.
“I’m not.”
“Bakura! What are you destroying now? Get out here!”
“I’m not destroying anything.” Bakura reappears out of the bathroom, turning off the light and closing the door before making his way back over to Ryou, a hand behind his back.
“What are you hiding?” Ryou narrows his eyes at his yami, his arms moving to fold over his chest.
Bakura grins brightly as he removes a tall bottle from behind him, moving it so that the label is in view of the other boy.
“My lotion? You’re going to use my lotion as lube?” Ryou giggles.
“I told you, I want you tonight. I ain’t waiting until tomorrow.”
“You could have went downstairs and asked Marik for some. Him and Malik probably have their own stashes around here.”
“Would have taken to long.”
“So you wreck my bathroom?” Light brown eyes roll.
“I didn’t wreck it. It’s just a little untidy.” Bakura shrugs, making his way back over to the bed.
“You can’t serious think you’re going to use my lotion as lube, do you?”
“Of course. Why not?”
“I don’t know. It’s just weird.”
“No it isn’t, besides I love when you put this stuff on. It smells good.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if I want my butt smelling like coconut and almonds.” Ryou scoots back on the bed.
“Mmm…that sounds good.” Bakura smirks as he crawls over the foot board of the bed, tossing the lotion next to Ryou.
“Kura…”
“Don’t worry about it. You can take a shower after and no one will know.”
“Well, I guess.” Ryou seems deep in thought for a moment.
“Good.” Bakura’s lips attack the smaller white haired boy’s again.
Ryou gets pushed back on the bed, his head hitting the soft pillows, his arms wrapping back around Bakura’s shoulders, his legs spreading to allow Bakura to settle between them. Ryou giggles as his lover sucks his tongue into his mouth, a larger hand tweaking his nipple as the other reaches over to retrieve the bottle of lotion.
Popping the top of the bottle, Bakura manages to get some of the cool white substance on his fingers with one hand, dropping the bottle back to the bed after he closes it. His hand snakes between Ryou’s spread legs, a nicely coated finger rubbing against the tight entrance found there. Ryou rolls his head back to moan as the finger slips inside, their lips parting, Bakura sucking on the smaller boy’s jaw, his teeth scraping the smooth skin every know and then.
A loud moan escapes Ryou’s slightly parted lips as he bucks his hips back onto the finger. Bakura chuckles softly as he slowly adds another lotion covered finger, letting them push all the way forward before pulling them almost completely out, the two digits scissoring the tight passage. Ryou’s fingernails dig into his yami’s back, thin white lines appearing on the pale flesh as the hands move.
“Kura! Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please…I need you…so bad.”
“How bad?” Bakura smirks.
“Very bad. Don’t tease.”
“I would never do that.” Bakura chuckles as he slips another finger deep into his lover.
“Oh…Kura. I want you now.”
“No more preparation?” An evil smirk glides across Bakura’s face.
“No…need you now.”
“What if I’m not done yet?”
“What?” Ryou’s light brown eyes snap open. “You’re the one who had to have me tonight.”
“Yes, but now that I think about it. I guess I can wait. I mean I guess I’ll need my rest tonight since I have to buy you a new bowl and pans tomorrow.” Bakura shrugs, his fingers slipping from Ryou’s entrance.
“Bakura!”
“I mean it, Ryou. I need my rest to make it to the mall tomorrow. I think I’ll just go to sleep.” Bakura makes to lay down next to Ryou only to have the thin legs wrap tightly around his waist.
“Don’t you even think about it.” Ryou hisses, his eyes narrowing up at his yami.
“I’m just saying, do you really want me to use the little money I have left from by last job to buy you some dump pans you can do without? When I use this money up I’ll have to get another job…another boss…another possible fire…” Bakura stares down at his love.
“Kura, this is low.” Ryou whines.
“It’s your choose.”
“Fine! You don’t have to pay for anything, you big meanie.” A pout crosses Ryou’s face.
“Are you sure? You aren’t going to change your mind tomorrow?”
“I won’t change my mind. You don’t have to pay for anything. Now quit playing and pick up where you left off.” Ryou smiles shyly up at his lover.
“And where did I leave off? I think I forgot.” Bakura looks to be thinking, trying to remember something.
“You know where.”
“I can’t seem to think where.”
“Bakura!”
“What?” The white haired yami asks innocently.
“Bakura…please.”
“Please what?”
“Please just fuck me already!” Ryou practically screams before a deep blush spreads over his face.
“Well, if that’s what you want.”
Bakura smirks before thrusting his hips forward roughly, the slicked passage opening easily as he slides his large erection into his lover. Ryou’s hands fist in the sheets as a loud moan bounces off the walls of the room, his legs tighten around Bakura’s waist as the other settles fully inside of him. The taller white haired boy rests his hands on the pillow on either side of Ryou’s head, his dark eyes staring down into the youthful face of his hikari.
“Better?”
“Much.” Ryou moans as he lays still, his body getting used to the invasion.
Leaning down, Bakura runs his tongue along the side of Ryou’s neck, one of his hands moving over to brush through the long, white hair of his lover. Ryou’s arms move to wrap under Bakura’s, his hands squeezing the firm shoulders.
“Please…Kura…move.” Ryou turns his head to the side, his lips brushing against Bakura’s ear shell.
Smiling into his hikari’s neck, Bakura pulls his hips back, the tip of his erection the only thing left inside of Ryou before slowly sliding back inside. Ryou’s feet move up to rest his heels in the small of Bakura’s back causing his legs to spread wider apart. The taller boy sets a slow pace, his hips rocking back and forth gently, his lips kissing the smooth neck and jaw of the other boy, his dark brown eyes closed in pleasure.
“Kura…so good.” Ryou pants, his arms tighten around Bakura’s upper body.
“Koi, I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Bakura’s voice comes out in a groan.
“Please…Kura…please.”
Leaning up fully on his arms, Bakura moves one hand down Ryou’s slim side, his fingers ghosting over the pale skin until it reaches the hard arousal trapped between their bodies. His strong fingers stroke the harden flesh in time with his thrust which he slowly quickens. Ryou’s head tilts back on the fluffy pillows, his mouth opened in a silent scream of wanting, his fingernails dig into the skin of Bakura’s back.
“Ryou! Koi!” Bakura’s head is thrown back as he releases his seed deep inside of Ryou, his hips and hand keep moving at a fast pace.
Ryou screams as he feels his lover explode inside of him, the hand around his erection tightens slightly, his back arches off the bed as he spills his seed all over both of their chests. His hands fist in Bakura’s hair to pull him down for a deep, passionate kiss. Their hips continue to move with each other, their bodies shivering slightly from them pleasure.
“Oh, Kura.” Ryou moans, his head moving to the side to allow Bakura to suck on his neck.
“That was amazing, my little koi.” Bakura whispers in his ear.
Their bodies finally stop moving, the moonlight shooting through the window making their sweat soaked skin look like it’s covered in glitter. Bakura gives one last nip to Ryou’s neck before slowly pulling out, the smaller boy whines at the filling of being empty again. Bakura moves to lay next to the white haired hikari, his arms wrapping around the boy as he nuzzles his face into the thick, fresh smelling hair.
“Aren’t you going to take a shower?” Bakura’s voice gently blows some white strands of Ryou’s hair.
“I’ll wait until tomorrow morning.” Ryou turns to his side, snuggling his back against his yami’s chest.
“You mean you don’t mind you rear end smelling like coconuts and almonds.” Bakura asks sarcastically.
“It can wait. You’ve seemed to wore me out.” The smaller boy giggles.
“I have been known to do that in the past. But you’ve never complained.”
“Nope. I enjoy it. Do you think the others heard us?”
“With the way you were screaming I’m surprised the whole neighborhood didn’t hear us.” Bakura chuckles.
“Oh, shut up.” Ryou playfully slaps Bakura’s arm that is wrapped tightly around his waist. “I really hope they didn’t hear us.”
“Why not? Embarrassed to have a great lover?”
“I’m embarrassed to have my friends hear me have sex. And you know Malik will just make a big deal of it for weeks.”
“The little desert rabbit does have a big mouth sometimes.” Bakura shakes his head slightly.
“Yep.” Ryou shivers for a moment. “Kura, I’m cold.”
“I can keep you warm.”
“Kura, I’m serious. I’m cold.” Ryou turns his head to pout at the taller boy.
“Fine.”
Bakura reaches under the pillows of the bed to grab the edge of the thick black comforter and the white cotton sheet under it, he pulls them both down as he lifts himself up on one hand to let the covers travel down. Ryou reluctantly moves so that the sheet and comforter are pulled under him, Bakura then moves the covers back up only this time over their nude flesh.
“Better?”
“Yep.” Ryou snuggles under the covers, his head resting nicely on the large pillow.
“Why do I have to do all the work?” Bakura fake pouts as he moves closer to his hikari’s back.
“Because that’s your job.” Ryou giggles quickly when long fingers tickle down his side. “Stop that.”
“Why should I?”
“Cause if you don’t you’ll have to replace the items you destroyed in the kitchen.” Ryou smiles smugly.
“You’ve been hanging around me too long.”
Ryou smiles as he snuggles back into Bakura’s chest, the yami’s arms wrapping around his waist under the blankets. Ryou’s arms lay gently over Bakura’s, his fingernails drawing little designs on the pale arms and wrist, his fingers of one hand intertwining with one of the other boy’s hands.
“Ai shiteru, koi.” Bakura’s breath ghost over the outer shell of Ryou’s ear, his dark eyes watching the shadows on the wall move in front of them.
“Ai shiteru, Kura.” Ryou smiles, his light brown eyes slipping shut as sleep comes to claim him.
TBC
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately anything dealing with Yu-gi-oh does not belong to me but to a very rich and lucky person. So no suing!
Includes: Yaoi (male/male relationships), slight AU but no spoilers, surprises (if you like the Engulf Trilogy then you’ll like the surprises *hint, hint*)
Pairings: Seto/Joey, Yami/Yugi, Marik/Malik, Bakura/Ryou, possible others
Forum(Created by my great reviewer, Jo-Lo): http://s11.invisionfree.com/Ravenx_Forum/
Beta(s): Jo-Lo: It is me, that one guy. ; Sarah Costa
General A/N: I forgot how much I’ve missed my loyal reviewers!! I’m just kinda sad no one else has signed up to the forum yet. I don’t really have much to say on this a/n so why don’t we just get on with the story…
Chapter Two
by Ravenx
The flickering lights move over the tan walls of the living room casing eerie shadows. A woman’s scream fills the room from the speakers of the television. A small tri-colored haired teen snuggles closer to his yami on the sofa, his light purple eyes squeezed tightly shut as he tucks his head under the other’s chin. The taller boy wraps his arms around the shaking youth, his darker purple eyes looking down at the top of Yugi’s head. Soft words of reassures falling from his lips to the other’s ears.
Beside them sits a tall white haired boy, his pale skin practically glowing in the brightness of the screen. Another smaller white haired boy straddles his lap, his head buried deep into the other’s neck, his arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Bakura absently rubs circles on Ryou’s back as his dark brown eyes watch the movie closely, a smirk firmly in place. Ryou’s fingers grip tightly at his yami’s white tank top, his jean clad legs tensing over Bakura’s black track pants. The smaller boy whimpers slightly as the terror building music builds behind him.
On the large chair nearest to the two white haired boys sits a small pale blonde, his light violet eyes glued to the television with rapt amazement. He leans forward slightly, his thin fingers weaving through a thick scalp full of pale blonde hair between his knees. His slim white cargo shorts covered legs hang loosely on the two large shoulders of another pale blonde. Marik sits on the plush white carpet, his black jean clad legs crossed Indian style, his navy tank top hangs loosely over his chest. His strong hands wrapped around the ankles hanging over his shoulders, dark violet eyes moving around the flashing screen.
The other large chair holds a tall sandy blonde, his honey colored eyes looking from the television to the almost empty metal bowl in his lap, only a few golden popped kernels of corn laying among several dark brown, unpopped ones. A long leg lays over an arm of the white chair, swing back and forth slightly in time with the thrilling music. His red shirt clings nicely to his lean muscles, a couple pieces of lightly golden popcorn rest on his jeans. The only sound in the room is the movie as the last scene flickers over the screen, the credits slowly moving across the now black screen.
“Is it over?” Ryou’s mumbled voice asks.
“Yep. Man that was good.” Malik claps, his legs kicking slightly on Marik’s chest.
“No it wasn’t.” Yugi whines.
“You two are just chickens.” Joey laughs.
“And you weren’t scared at all?” The smaller tri-colored haired boy lifts his head and looks over at his tall friend.
“Well, the kid that kept making that cat noise was kinda freaky.” Joey pops the rest of the popcorn into this mouth before sitting up.
“Why didn’t we save the comedy for last? Now I’ll have nightmares all night.” Ryou pouts, his head still buried in Bakura’s thick white hair.
“Wimp.” Malik rolls his light violet eyes at his friend.
“Shut up, Malik.” Ryou turns around to stick his tongue out at the pale blonde.
“Would you two stop arguing?” Yami stretches as much as he can with his hikari still snuggling to his chest.
“Let them have at it. My kitsune can take the wimp.” Marik grins evilly from his position on the floor.
“Who you calling a wimp?” Bakura growls, his dark brown eyes looking over Ryou’s shoulder to the pale blonde.
“You’re hikari. What you going to do about it?”
“How about send you to the shadow realm?”
“I’m only saying the truth. Your hikari is a wimp. Malik can take him easily.” Marik rubs his hands up and down Malik’s bare, smooth legs.
“He could not!” Bakura growls.
“Actually, I think he could.” Joey speaks up.
“You stay out of this.” Bakura’s angry eyes turn to the sandy blonde.
“I’m just saying.” Joey holds his hands up in front of him.
“Yugi’s more of a wimp than Ryou.” The tall white haired yami snaps.
“Hey!” Yugi turns around to pout at the other boy.
“I bet even Ryou could take Yugi down.” Malik nods.
“Hey!”
“Yeah, a fly could probably knock Yug over.” Joey chuckles.
“Hey!”
“My hikari isn’t much of a fighter but he isn’t as bad as the runt.” Bakura says.
“Hey!”
“Ow!” Yami rubs his black covered chest. “Why did you hit me, chibi ichi?”
“You weren’t defending me.” Yugi turns a cute glare at his yami. “Why not?”
“Because…I…I was…”
“Yeah, Pharaoh, why weren’t you defending you hikari?” Marik smirks at the flustered tri-colored haired yami.
“I think I know.” Bakura grins. “He thinks we’re right.”
“Is that true, Yami?” Yugi’s glare turns into a pout.
“No! No…I just…they were just playing around. They didn’t mean it.” Yami smiles sweetly at the small boy next to him.
“I meant what I said.” Bakura shrugs.
“Me too.” Marik agrees.
“I hate to say it but I did to.” Joey speaks up weakly.
“You guys are mean.” Ryou pouts as he slips off of Bakura’s lap to sit next to Yugi on the sofa, his thin arms wrapping around his friends shoulders.
“We’re just saying the truth.” Malik scratches the side of his head. “Sorry, Yugi.”
“It’s fine. I guess you guys are right. I am a little wimp.”
“But you’re our wimp.” Joey smiles.
“Well that makes me feel better.” Yugi rolls his eyes as he laughs.
“Come on, guys. What are we going to do now? We’ve run out of movies.” Joey sits the now empty bowl of popcorn on the glass coffee table before getting up and walking to the DVD player.
“I’m hungry. We got any more pizza?” Malik slips his legs off of Marik’s shoulders, leaning forward to rest his chin on the top of his yami’s spiky hair.
“I think so. It’s in the kitchen.” Yugi stands up, stepping over Yami’s legs to head for the swinging door of the kitchen.
“Move.” Malik playfully pushes Marik forward as he hops over him and runs after Yugi.
“I think he’s a bottomless pit sometimes.” Marik rolls his eyes as he follows his hikari.
“Yeah, but I could so beat him in an eating contest.” Joey chuckles, setting down the case of the DVD before moving to go after his friends.
“Chibi ichi? Yugi? Are you still mad at me?” Yami gets up, his hand still rubbing his chest from where Yugi hit him as he moves into the now noisy kitchen.
Ryou moves to get up only to have his striped shirt pulled back, he yelps quietly as he falls back across Bakura’s lap, his light brown eyes staring up into darker brown ones.
“What’s wrong?”
“Lets go upstairs.” Bakura smirks down at his hikari, his arms wrapping around the smaller boy.
“We can’t. The others are still awake.”
“So? Marik and Malik can tell them where to sleep. I want you now.”
“Kura, we can’t.”
“Yes we can.” The taller white haired boy stands up, his arms moving to hook under Ryou’s knees and neck.
“Put me down.” Ryou laughs as he gently pushes against Bakura’s chest.
“Nope. Not until I have you in bed.” The yami moves out of the living room and up a flight of hard wood stairs, his bare feet padding across the white carpet of the hallway at the top to the last door on the right.
“You could at least let me tell the others we’re going to bed.” Ryou giggles as the door to their bedroom is opened.
“They’ll figure it out.”
Bakura moves into the burgundy painted bedroom, the plush white carpet continuing from the hallway. He quickly moves by the large desk sitting against the wall by the door, a small laptop computer resting closed on its surface surrounded by a couple textbooks and binders. Sharpened pencils and ink filled pens stick out of a little white cup, a black desk lamp stands turned off.
Bakura quickly lowers Ryou down onto the black comforter that covers the queen size bed. His hands running along the thin sides of Ryou, his lips kissing along the smaller white haired boy’s jaw and neck. Ryou’s thin fingers fist in Bakura’s thick hair before pushing him back.
“What?” Bakura growls, his knees on the edge of the bed.
“Close the door.” Ryou pants.
“Why? You don’t want anyone to see you’re beautiful body?” The taller boy smirks down at the other.
“Actually, I didn’t think you would want to share me.”
“You’re right. I don’t want to.” Hopping off the bed, Bakura quickly runs to the door and locks it, turning back around to smirk at his grinning hikari.
Slowly the yami moves back across the room, he fingers reach for the hem of his white tank top. Smirking he pulls it over his head, his dark brown eye only leaving Ryou’s lighter ones as the top moves over his face. The shirt finds its way to the carpet, the white haired yami stepping on it as he walks back to the bed, leaning down to kiss Ryou’s lips before moving away again.
Ryou lays with his elbows holding him up, his eyes following every move the other makes, a small smile on his lips. Sitting up he removes his shirt and tosses it to the ground near the white tank top, his smile widening at the look on his yami’s face.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m just amazed at how beautiful you are.”
“You’re just saying that so you can get into my pants.” Ryou giggles.
“I don’t have to say or do anything to get into your pants. You’ll let me no matter what.”
“Really? Aren’t I supposed to be mad at you for the kitchen?”
“We cleaned that up.”
“Yeah but you ruined some things that you are going to pay for. And I mean pay not steal.”
“Why only me? Why doesn’t Marik have to pay too? It was his idea.” Bakura huffs, his hands resting on his hips.
“I’ll talk to Malik about it. Okay?”
“I guess.”
“Now, weren’t you in the middle of undressing?” Ryou grins, a hand waving at the black track pants still on the yami.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Bakura raises an eyebrow, his hands moving to the waistband of his pants.
Ryou’s thin fingers slip down his smooth chest pooping opening the button at the top of his jeans, the metal zipper slowly moving down the crotch of his pant to reveal a pair of white silk boxers. Grinning widely, Ryou lifts his hips, the jeans slipping down his smooth, pale thighs and calves. Kicking his legs gently, the pants slide off his feet and to the carpet, his smiling face never moving away from Bakura.
“Nice.” Bakura grins.
“Come here, Kura.” Ryou’s legs fall apart, a finger beckoning the other over.
Smirk widening, Bakura stands over the side of the bed, his hands making fast work to get rid of his track pants. Ryou gasps as he notices his yami not wearing any underwear.
“You are taking after Marik and Malik.” Ryou grins.
“And how would you know they don’t wear underwear?”
“Malik tells me everything.” Ryou rolls his light brown eyes.
Shaking his head, Bakura slowly crawls onto the bed, his lips just inches away from Ryou’s light pink ones. Leaning forward, Ryou kisses his yami before laying back on the bed, the black comforter and pale moonlight that seeps through the window on the other side of the room causes Ryou’s pale skin to almost glow.
Bakura’s lips suck on Ryou’s ear lobe, his lips and tongue moving down the side of the other boy’s smooth cheek and jaw. A little nip to Ryou’s bottom lip causes the smaller boy to giggle slightly, his hands raising to run his fingers through the thick white hair of his yami, his legs spreading wider as Bakura crawls between them. Bakura’s uncovered erection rubs against Ryou’s silk clad one, both of them moan loudly, Bakura’s lips sucking down a thin neck.
Ryou whines in loss as Bakura moves back onto his heels, his pink tongue reaching out to lick his moist lips. Bakura’s hands run down Ryou’s smooth chest, tweaking his light brown nipples on the way. His blunt fingernails gently scratch down the thin stomach to play with the band of the silk boxers.
“Up.” Bakura’s voice is laced with lust.
Ryou’s hips lift off the bed, his heels digging into the comforter for a moment while Bakura slides the silk material down his legs. His hips going back down as his legs are pulled over the other white haired boy’s head, the boxer removed and thrown to the floor. Ryou giggles as Bakura’s lips kiss the backs of his calves and knees before letting his legs spread once again and fall to the bed, his knees up and feet flat on the covers.
Smiling down at his smaller hikari, Bakura leans down, his tongue flicking in and out of Ryou’s belly button. Ryou moans loudly as the tongue moves up the center of his chest, teeth grazing a nipple, lips sucking a collarbone. Smirking Bakura takes Ryou’s lips into a passionate kiss, his tongue diving into the warm cavern of the other’s mouth.
Ryou’s hands wrap around Bakura’s shoulders, one hand fisting into the thick white hair while the other lays gently on the yami’s back. Bakura brushes Ryou’s hair out of his face as they kiss, his other hand reaching over to open the dark wooden bedside table, the black alarm clock rocking back and forth as the small table moves, the hand opening a draw and blindly searching. A growl escapes Bakura’s lips as he pulls back, his dark eyes glancing over at the table.
“Where is it?”
“What?” Ryou moans as he gently bucks his hips, his arousal rubbing against Bakura’s.
“The lube. Where is it?”
“We ran out last night remember. You were supposed to pick some up today.” Ryou pouts, his hips stop moving.
“Shit. I forgot.” Bakura hisses.
“Guess will have to wait until I can get some tomorrow.”
“No. I want you tonight.”
“You aren’t taking me dry, Kura! The last time you did I couldn’t walk for a week.”
“Don’t worry, I have an idea.”
“What?”
“You’ll see.”
Bakura jumps off the bed, his bare feet padding around the foot to the other side of the room where he opens a door to disappear into the bathroom. Ryou watches as the light flicks on, sitting up the white haired boy tries to prier into his white and black themed bathroom. He grits his perfectly white teeth as he hears a small crash followed by cussing.
“Kura, what are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Come a muffled voice.
“Kura, don’t lie to me.” Ryou wrinkles his brow as he hears more rustling.
“I’m not.”
“Bakura! What are you destroying now? Get out here!”
“I’m not destroying anything.” Bakura reappears out of the bathroom, turning off the light and closing the door before making his way back over to Ryou, a hand behind his back.
“What are you hiding?” Ryou narrows his eyes at his yami, his arms moving to fold over his chest.
Bakura grins brightly as he removes a tall bottle from behind him, moving it so that the label is in view of the other boy.
“My lotion? You’re going to use my lotion as lube?” Ryou giggles.
“I told you, I want you tonight. I ain’t waiting until tomorrow.”
“You could have went downstairs and asked Marik for some. Him and Malik probably have their own stashes around here.”
“Would have taken to long.”
“So you wreck my bathroom?” Light brown eyes roll.
“I didn’t wreck it. It’s just a little untidy.” Bakura shrugs, making his way back over to the bed.
“You can’t serious think you’re going to use my lotion as lube, do you?”
“Of course. Why not?”
“I don’t know. It’s just weird.”
“No it isn’t, besides I love when you put this stuff on. It smells good.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if I want my butt smelling like coconut and almonds.” Ryou scoots back on the bed.
“Mmm…that sounds good.” Bakura smirks as he crawls over the foot board of the bed, tossing the lotion next to Ryou.
“Kura…”
“Don’t worry about it. You can take a shower after and no one will know.”
“Well, I guess.” Ryou seems deep in thought for a moment.
“Good.” Bakura’s lips attack the smaller white haired boy’s again.
Ryou gets pushed back on the bed, his head hitting the soft pillows, his arms wrapping back around Bakura’s shoulders, his legs spreading to allow Bakura to settle between them. Ryou giggles as his lover sucks his tongue into his mouth, a larger hand tweaking his nipple as the other reaches over to retrieve the bottle of lotion.
Popping the top of the bottle, Bakura manages to get some of the cool white substance on his fingers with one hand, dropping the bottle back to the bed after he closes it. His hand snakes between Ryou’s spread legs, a nicely coated finger rubbing against the tight entrance found there. Ryou rolls his head back to moan as the finger slips inside, their lips parting, Bakura sucking on the smaller boy’s jaw, his teeth scraping the smooth skin every know and then.
A loud moan escapes Ryou’s slightly parted lips as he bucks his hips back onto the finger. Bakura chuckles softly as he slowly adds another lotion covered finger, letting them push all the way forward before pulling them almost completely out, the two digits scissoring the tight passage. Ryou’s fingernails dig into his yami’s back, thin white lines appearing on the pale flesh as the hands move.
“Kura! Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please…I need you…so bad.”
“How bad?” Bakura smirks.
“Very bad. Don’t tease.”
“I would never do that.” Bakura chuckles as he slips another finger deep into his lover.
“Oh…Kura. I want you now.”
“No more preparation?” An evil smirk glides across Bakura’s face.
“No…need you now.”
“What if I’m not done yet?”
“What?” Ryou’s light brown eyes snap open. “You’re the one who had to have me tonight.”
“Yes, but now that I think about it. I guess I can wait. I mean I guess I’ll need my rest tonight since I have to buy you a new bowl and pans tomorrow.” Bakura shrugs, his fingers slipping from Ryou’s entrance.
“Bakura!”
“I mean it, Ryou. I need my rest to make it to the mall tomorrow. I think I’ll just go to sleep.” Bakura makes to lay down next to Ryou only to have the thin legs wrap tightly around his waist.
“Don’t you even think about it.” Ryou hisses, his eyes narrowing up at his yami.
“I’m just saying, do you really want me to use the little money I have left from by last job to buy you some dump pans you can do without? When I use this money up I’ll have to get another job…another boss…another possible fire…” Bakura stares down at his love.
“Kura, this is low.” Ryou whines.
“It’s your choose.”
“Fine! You don’t have to pay for anything, you big meanie.” A pout crosses Ryou’s face.
“Are you sure? You aren’t going to change your mind tomorrow?”
“I won’t change my mind. You don’t have to pay for anything. Now quit playing and pick up where you left off.” Ryou smiles shyly up at his lover.
“And where did I leave off? I think I forgot.” Bakura looks to be thinking, trying to remember something.
“You know where.”
“I can’t seem to think where.”
“Bakura!”
“What?” The white haired yami asks innocently.
“Bakura…please.”
“Please what?”
“Please just fuck me already!” Ryou practically screams before a deep blush spreads over his face.
“Well, if that’s what you want.”
Bakura smirks before thrusting his hips forward roughly, the slicked passage opening easily as he slides his large erection into his lover. Ryou’s hands fist in the sheets as a loud moan bounces off the walls of the room, his legs tighten around Bakura’s waist as the other settles fully inside of him. The taller white haired boy rests his hands on the pillow on either side of Ryou’s head, his dark eyes staring down into the youthful face of his hikari.
“Better?”
“Much.” Ryou moans as he lays still, his body getting used to the invasion.
Leaning down, Bakura runs his tongue along the side of Ryou’s neck, one of his hands moving over to brush through the long, white hair of his lover. Ryou’s arms move to wrap under Bakura’s, his hands squeezing the firm shoulders.
“Please…Kura…move.” Ryou turns his head to the side, his lips brushing against Bakura’s ear shell.
Smiling into his hikari’s neck, Bakura pulls his hips back, the tip of his erection the only thing left inside of Ryou before slowly sliding back inside. Ryou’s feet move up to rest his heels in the small of Bakura’s back causing his legs to spread wider apart. The taller boy sets a slow pace, his hips rocking back and forth gently, his lips kissing the smooth neck and jaw of the other boy, his dark brown eyes closed in pleasure.
“Kura…so good.” Ryou pants, his arms tighten around Bakura’s upper body.
“Koi, I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Bakura’s voice comes out in a groan.
“Please…Kura…please.”
Leaning up fully on his arms, Bakura moves one hand down Ryou’s slim side, his fingers ghosting over the pale skin until it reaches the hard arousal trapped between their bodies. His strong fingers stroke the harden flesh in time with his thrust which he slowly quickens. Ryou’s head tilts back on the fluffy pillows, his mouth opened in a silent scream of wanting, his fingernails dig into the skin of Bakura’s back.
“Ryou! Koi!” Bakura’s head is thrown back as he releases his seed deep inside of Ryou, his hips and hand keep moving at a fast pace.
Ryou screams as he feels his lover explode inside of him, the hand around his erection tightens slightly, his back arches off the bed as he spills his seed all over both of their chests. His hands fist in Bakura’s hair to pull him down for a deep, passionate kiss. Their hips continue to move with each other, their bodies shivering slightly from them pleasure.
“Oh, Kura.” Ryou moans, his head moving to the side to allow Bakura to suck on his neck.
“That was amazing, my little koi.” Bakura whispers in his ear.
Their bodies finally stop moving, the moonlight shooting through the window making their sweat soaked skin look like it’s covered in glitter. Bakura gives one last nip to Ryou’s neck before slowly pulling out, the smaller boy whines at the filling of being empty again. Bakura moves to lay next to the white haired hikari, his arms wrapping around the boy as he nuzzles his face into the thick, fresh smelling hair.
“Aren’t you going to take a shower?” Bakura’s voice gently blows some white strands of Ryou’s hair.
“I’ll wait until tomorrow morning.” Ryou turns to his side, snuggling his back against his yami’s chest.
“You mean you don’t mind you rear end smelling like coconuts and almonds.” Bakura asks sarcastically.
“It can wait. You’ve seemed to wore me out.” The smaller boy giggles.
“I have been known to do that in the past. But you’ve never complained.”
“Nope. I enjoy it. Do you think the others heard us?”
“With the way you were screaming I’m surprised the whole neighborhood didn’t hear us.” Bakura chuckles.
“Oh, shut up.” Ryou playfully slaps Bakura’s arm that is wrapped tightly around his waist. “I really hope they didn’t hear us.”
“Why not? Embarrassed to have a great lover?”
“I’m embarrassed to have my friends hear me have sex. And you know Malik will just make a big deal of it for weeks.”
“The little desert rabbit does have a big mouth sometimes.” Bakura shakes his head slightly.
“Yep.” Ryou shivers for a moment. “Kura, I’m cold.”
“I can keep you warm.”
“Kura, I’m serious. I’m cold.” Ryou turns his head to pout at the taller boy.
“Fine.”
Bakura reaches under the pillows of the bed to grab the edge of the thick black comforter and the white cotton sheet under it, he pulls them both down as he lifts himself up on one hand to let the covers travel down. Ryou reluctantly moves so that the sheet and comforter are pulled under him, Bakura then moves the covers back up only this time over their nude flesh.
“Better?”
“Yep.” Ryou snuggles under the covers, his head resting nicely on the large pillow.
“Why do I have to do all the work?” Bakura fake pouts as he moves closer to his hikari’s back.
“Because that’s your job.” Ryou giggles quickly when long fingers tickle down his side. “Stop that.”
“Why should I?”
“Cause if you don’t you’ll have to replace the items you destroyed in the kitchen.” Ryou smiles smugly.
“You’ve been hanging around me too long.”
Ryou smiles as he snuggles back into Bakura’s chest, the yami’s arms wrapping around his waist under the blankets. Ryou’s arms lay gently over Bakura’s, his fingernails drawing little designs on the pale arms and wrist, his fingers of one hand intertwining with one of the other boy’s hands.
“Ai shiteru, koi.” Bakura’s breath ghost over the outer shell of Ryou’s ear, his dark eyes watching the shadows on the wall move in front of them.
“Ai shiteru, Kura.” Ryou smiles, his light brown eyes slipping shut as sleep comes to claim him.
TBC
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