Silhouette

Leaning down, he crushed his lips to Joey’s, forcing his tongue into the teen’s mouth. Joey gasped around it, before reaching up to wrap his arms around Bakura. Joey, so used to kissing passive Ryou, didn’t know how to react to this much force. He attempted to respond to Bakura’s questing tongue, but a low throaty growl scared the blonde back into submission.

He couldn’t back out now. If he did, then Bakura would lose all respect for him and never trust him. However, Joey had never been this frightened in all his life. He’d never imagined his first time like this, having to give up any and all control. He was vulnerable, lost, but knew that if he wanted Bakura to love him, he had to do this.

Bakura felt Ryou begin to wake in the attic. He would have liked to block his hikari out, but he couldn’t, because whenever he and Ryou did anything like this they left the link open to feel each other on a more intimate level, and habits are hard to break. Still plundering the soft mouth below him with his tongue, he felt Ryou come fully awake, and out of habit reach out mentally to his yami.

It took a brief moment, in which Bakura let his body relax to feel Joey’s body against his, for Ryou to figure out what was happening. /KURA NO!/

Bakura ripped his mouth away for a moment, and ignoring the heavy breathing teen below him, turned his thoughts inward. //He wants it Ryou. It’s not like I’m raping him.//

/Oh, Kura, don’t. Please don’t. He just wants to make you happy. It’s his first time, Kura, please./

//He asked me, Ryou. This doesn’t concern you.//

/ Please don’t hurt him. Kura, please, I love him./

Jealousy pulsed before he could mask it. //I’m very much aware of that, thank you.// With that, he managed to block off the link, hoping that his lighter half would have enough sense not to come down here and try to physically stop them.

He slowly became aware of his surroundings again, to find Joey laying below him, waiting patiently, twirling a lock of Bakura’s hair around his finger. When he realized that Bakura was done talking to Ryou, he attempted to flash him a smile, but nerves distorted its effect.

Bakura didn’t see the need to inform Joey what he and Ryou had been discussing, which allowed him to bypass any talking and re-fuse his lips to Joey’s. The hand that had been twirling a piece of silver hair wove itself into the rest of the silky mass, holding Bakura’s face to his. Joey was careful not to apply too much pressure, he didn’t want Bakura to think that he was trying to steal control.

Bakura, however, was attempting to ignore Ryou, banging at the block on their link like a an officer bangs at a offender’s door. Bakura’s mouth left Joey’s in favor of the blonde’s neck. With a soft growl that Joey may or may not have heard, he allowed the block to fall. //Fine. If you want to watch, be my guest.// Ryou was silent, while Joey, however, was beginning to make tiny gasps and soft moans in the back of his throat.

Bakura’s hands left Joey’s shoulders and dived down to his waist, where they pushed up under the fabric of his shirt, causing to blonde to hiss when Bakura’s cool hands graced his skin. Going straight to the point, he pushed the shirt up as far as he could. It took Joey a moment to figure out what he was trying to do before he sat up a little, allowing the tomb robber to pull the shirt off of him.

Joey tried to meet Bakura’s eyes, to get a little bit of ruranurance that he’d made the right decision, but no sooner then the fabric hit the floor in a soft puddle, Bakura’s lips were back on his neck. Joey felt teeth clamp onto a bit of soft flesh, and then enough suction that it bordered on pain. He knew what was happening, Bakura was marking him. He shuddered slightly at the thought, and the sensation.

Bakura’s thumb found Joey’s nipple and teased it into hardness. Joey gasped and released the spirit’s hair in favor of diggins fis fingers into the sheets, clenching them in tight fists to keep from making noises.

Finished with his mark, Bakura’s lips started a trail downward and led oed onto the neglected nipple. This brought a throaty moan from Joey despite his attempts to quell all noises. He didn’t even realize what else Bakura was doing until his pants were down around his knees.

His heart jumped into his throat for a reason that had nothing to do with Bakura’s talented tongue. He’d never felt more vulnerable.

/Kura…/

//Ryou, I swear I’ll lock you out if you keep interrupting me, and then you’ll have no way of keeping an eye on your precious boyfriend.//

/You need to undress too. He’ll get nervous./

//I’m working on it!// He sat up, still straddling the boy’s hips and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him with no care as to where it went. He never did, he didn’t clean.

/Kiss him./

//Ryou I’m warning you!//

/No Kura, I’m warning you. You’ve done nothing to deserve this from him and I’m going to make sure you make it good for him./

For a full breath, Bakura was utterly shocked. Ryou, well it wouldn’t be right to say that he’d never spoken too him that way before because he had, but he’d never been this, well, harsh. //Fine.// He tried not to think about how much that sounded like a five year old who had not gotten his way.

He laid back down on the blonde, who was flushed and staring at the wall with wide eyes that Bakura willed himself to believe were not full of fear. Tangling his fingers in goldecks,cks, he turned Joey’s face to him and claimed his mouth. /Gental!/

Rather then become distracted with fighting his hikari again, Bakura just softened the kiss a bit. It encouraged Joey, and he began to kiss Bakura back. The spirit allowed him a little bit of control, if only over the kiss.

/He’s never done anything like this before, and all he wants to do is please you. You have to let him know he’s doing fine./

Bakura flat out ignored him. But, he had to hand it to the teen, he could kiss. His hands slid up and down Joey’s firm chest. This was, different, from Ryou. Joey wasn’t as delicate, not as soft. It wasn’t really better, nor worse, just different.

His hands swept up to Joeys shoulders and then down his arms, to his hands which were still fisted into the sheets. He pulled the hands away and brought them up the fastenings of his pants. Realizing what Bakura wanted him to do, Joey was eager to please and made quick work of the fastening, and had managed to get them down to mid-thigh before the spirits positioning of straddling his hips prevented him from moving the garment any further.

Bakura pulled away so their lips parted. His tongue darted out and traced Joey’s bottom lip, tasting the faint coppery residue from where he had bit him earlier. In one swift movement, he was up off of Joey and the bed. Unashamed, he stripped his pant the rest of the way off and followed them with his boxers. He was opening the bedside drawer when Ryou interrd hid him again.

Joey, recognizing the glazed look in Bakura’s eyes, stood up. He walked over and placed his hands on Bakura’s shoulders. The spirit blinked, coming down from where he had been, and focused. Joey stared into his eyes, but not at Bakura, through him. "Ry," he whispered softly, "I’m fine. I trust him, it’s okay."

Bakura smirked before he faded away again, to Joey at least. //See? Now butt out, or watch silently.//

Ryou was a little taken aback that Joey had known what he was doing, and that he had asked him to stop it. /If you hurt him, in any form of the word, I’ll never forgive you./ Without so much as a goodbye, he left his yami’s mind.

His smirk still plastered to his face, he spoke. "Well, that’ll make things much easier." He reached out and Joey’s scarcely clothed body to his naked form and kissed him again. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he was quickly becoming addicted to Joey’s kisses. The yami’s hands rested on Joey’s waist, and he slipped his fingers under the band of the blonde’s boxers.

A whimper escaped Joey before he could stop it, and his body stiffened in reaction to the fear of being exposed. Bakura removed his fingers instantly. Joey wrenched away and surprised, nervous honey eyes met guarded chocolate. Bakura looked away with a glare, disgusted with himself. Joey leaned in and nuzzled the side of his face, and that didn’t help. This was getting too, soft.

He growled and shoved the teen away, causing him to fall backwards onto the bed. Joey stared at the silver haired spirit with a mixture of too many emotions to interpret.

Bakura crawled over him. He would have Joey completely at his mercy. Joey would be so addicted to Bakura’s touch that there would be no chance of him leaving, and taking Ryou with him. Joey would be his. He would have him the way he had Ryou, and neither would ever be able to leave. There was no need to fight Joey to keep him from taking Ryou when he could just keep Joey as well. He would keep him.

Once more moving too fast for the blonde’s muddled mind to process, he pushed Joey’s boxers down and laid himself on top of him, kissing the teen harshly and rubbing their bodies together.

Joey didn’t have time to be afraid. His gasp turned into a moan and he threw his arms around Bakura’s back and held him tightly. Not tight enough to stop Bakura from creating the friction that had him moaning, but tight enough that it would have been a struggle for Bakura to get away from him.

The yami growled but didn’t try to pull away. He’d been half expecting it. He’d seen, during the times he spied on his hikari with the blonde, that Joey was always holding him. Always wanted something to hold onto. It was a weakness, one of a long list of things that peeved Bakura about him.

He ground his hips into Joey’s harder, bringing soft moans from both their mouths at the sensation. He lowered his lips to Joey’s ear, breathing into it and causing the teen to jerk.

"Do you want this?" He didn’t really ask it, as he made it plain that Joey was going to get it if he wanted it or not, but it made Joey’s breathing become that much harsher. His arms on Bakura’s back tightened. "Is this what you want? Tell me what you want." It wasn’t a question, it was a challenge.

Joey swallowed hard and took a deep breath to fuel his answer, but it still came out breathlessly. "I want you, you to, love me."

Bakura decided to pretend that Joey meant that in purely the physical sense. He slid down the blonde’s body, pulling himself from Joey’s arms, his hot mouth scorching already heated skin during his decent.

Sucking on the inside of Joey’s thigh, he knew this wouldn’t take long. After all, the boy was a virgin. Not that it really mattered anyway. He took the tip of his member into his mouth, and was pleased to hear Joey cry out. Quiet, sweet, controlled Ryou never cried out verbally, only mentally. It was, different, having to use physical reaction to judge his movements instead of just knowing because they were linked. Not better, nor worse, just different.

He lowered his lips and swirled his tongue around the heated. The blonde cried out again, his head thrashing back and forth. He tried to thrust upward, but Bakura had a hand on each side of his hips to hold him down.

Joey tried to stop thinking. He was a withering mass of contradiction. Part of him was in ecstasy, experiencing pleasure beyond comprehension, while another was absolutely terrified. Part of him wanted to let go, reach the peak, while another wanted this to never end. Part of him wanted it all to be over, while another feared what would happen when it was. Part of him wished it was all a dream, while another was thrilled it was real. He shut off his mind, turned all his focus on his body, and ignored everything else.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the silver haired beauty. Seeing Bakura with his lips around his erection was so very erotic that the pleasure overwhelmed him. It made his toes curl and his breathing stop. Before he could even give the yami warning he fell over the edge into bliss, releasing with shudder. Through his pleasure fogged mind he only managed to be a little surprised when Bakura drank in and swallowed his seed.

He felt Bakura pull away, and breathing hard, managed to crack his eyes and look at him. He saw him opening a tube, and the sated daze that had enveloped his mind evaporated, and he clamped his eyes shut again. His fingers had released the tortured sheets, but now they clutched them again.

He tried not to move, not to tense, not to show Bakura that he was at all aware of what he was going to do. He could do this. He had too. But he was petrified. When the first slick finger when up him, it was all he could do not to scream, and not from the pain.

Bakura growled under his breath. He shifted slightly, bringing him to Joey’s side. While his right index finger thrust into the teen’s virgin entrance, stretching and lubing it, he let his left hand rest on Joey’s stomach, moving it in slow, soft circles. There was nothing to be done for it. If he didn’t relax him a little this would be painful, for both of them.

After a few deep breaths, Joey managed to calm himself. He’d come this far, now he would go through with it. He made himself feel again, made himself become aware of his body and what Bakura was doing to it. But there was still only one finger inside him, moving in and out slowly, the surprising fact was the other hand slowly making circles around his navel. His eyes popped open and he looked at Bakura, but the yami would not glimpse at him.

With a soft sigh, a major portion of the tension lifted from Joey’s body. As a result, he sagged into the mattress, fighting a wave of exhaustion that swept over him. Bakura chose that moment to add the second digit, and with deep breaths and tight mental control, Joey managed not to tense again.

It wasn’t exactly painful, not bring tears to your eyes painful, but it did hurt. In spite of this, he tried to focus on the hand that was still making absent minded circles. It felt pleasant. And it made him feel loved, whether or not that was Bakura’s intention.

The two fingers scissored inside him, and he spread his legs a little wider. A third finger was added, and well that hurt. But pain was just that, and Joey didn’t fear pain. He gritted his teeth and held out as Bakura’s fingers thrust in deeply. When Bakura curved his fingers a bit, they rubbed against his prostate and he simply forgot to feel the pain. He could feel himself becoming hard again.

Feeling that this had gone on long enough, Bakura removed both of his hands from Joey’s body. This caused the blonde to whimper, as to which hand he missed would be hard to say. While rubbing the remaining lube on his own erection, he lowered his face to Joey’s. "You’re mine," he whispered harshly. His breath smelled like sex, and when he kissed the teen, Joey could taste his own seed still lingering in his mouth.

Bakura sheathed himself to the hilt inside the blonde with one quick thrust. Joey jerked and shouted, his legs withering in an instinctive attempt to push the intrusion out. His body, however, soon realized this wasn’t going to happen, and started to try and relieve the pain.

Bakura didn’t give him much time to recover. He pulled back, and thrust in again, making Joey let out a harsh sob. Three strokes later, Joey was growing used to the pain and was starting to enjoy the feeling of fulfillment, when Bakura brushed against that same bundle of nerves that make his mind go blank and darkness creep around the edges of his vision, as if he were threatening to pass out.

Within moments Bakura had a steady rhythm, using his hands on Joey’s waist to make him meet each thrust. Joey’s moans and cries were lost into the air, neither really hearing them anymore. When Joey started to thrust back without Bakura’s help, the yami spared a hand to capture Joey’s new erection, pumping him harshly, not bothering to go in time with his thrusts.

The double sensation was too much for Joey and he half sat up as he came again, this time his seed spilling between them. Bakura leaned forward and snagged his lips to engage a heated tongue battle, which he won easily. Joey snaked arms around Bakura’s shoulder’s to hold himself up, while he attempted to kiss back, fighting the unconscious world that wanted so badly to claim him.

Bakura fastened his pace, driving into him letting his eyes fall shut and their lips part. He thrust deeply once more, releasing with a nearly inaudible gasp inside his new possession.

"Mine," he repeated as he pulled out and they both collapsed onto the bed. Bakura rolled to the side, his normal side of the bed, and snaking one arm under the pillow, rested his head on it, eyes closed.

Joey, his breathing finally slowing, continued to fight sleep, turning on his side to stare at Bakura. Had it worked? Would Bakura love him now? He wanted badly to snuggle against him, but feared he wouldn’t be able to stand it if he was pushed away.

The door opened, and Ryou slipped inside, quiet as he usually was. His eyes met Joey’s, and half sitting up, the blonde threw out his arms in an almost child like manner, begging Ryou to come to him. Ryou crawled onto the bed at the foot, then up in between his yami and Joey.

Joey moved up against him, an arm holding Ryou close. He tried to see if Bakura was awake also, but Ryou completely blocked him from Joey’s view. The silhouette was reversed, and he lost his battle with exhaustion. Ryou was just glad he hadn’t noticed that Bakura had already returned to his soul room.

Tell me how you’ve never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses ‘cause
There’s no way to turn around

Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
Never felt so lonely
I wish that you could show me love

Ykarzel’s Constant Chatter: Hikari Ykarzel: Lyrics belong to tATu. Coming soon, Radiance.