FIRST ANNIVERSARY

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FIRST ANNIVERSARY

Preview: This is a deep Bakura X Ryou fic, that begins with their anniversary. Ryou reminisces to when Bakura first took him; and Bakura and he are still as much in love by that next year. Oooh...what’s Bakura going to get Ryou? Vice versa? Read and review, kids, I hope you like it.

Summary/Warnings: Wow, I am SO sorry I haven’t updating in (about) a month! That’s because I got in trouble at school (dammit!) and haven’t had the internet since then! Imagine, I haven’t read a lemon in a MONTH! Anyway; so I promise to add two more chapters very soon to make up for the lost time. There’s no lemon in this one; just some good ol’ shounen-ai to keep you busy. But don’t worry, the next chapter has a good lemon. Otherwise; just your everyday warnings; voilence, yaoi, and cussing.

CHAPTER THREE: Turbulence

Ryou woke up the next morning; sun shining iridescent in eye eyes as he scattered under the covers to avoid it.

A ferociously good scent entered the room and Ryou inhaled. He slid into a soft T-shirt and loose sweatpants and combed his fingers through his hair before going downstairs to explore cou could smell so good.

As he made his way downstairs, he heard a bit of clutter; suddenly seeing Bakura scattering pots and pans everywhere. The stove was on fire.

Ryou’s eyes widened and he scurried over to the stove; grabbing the twistable sink handle and spraying water all over the stove; and half the kitchen.

When the fire was extinguished Ryou looked over to Bakura and gave a disapproving glare. “How many times have I told you NOT to cook with no supervision?!” He tapped his foot and held his arms to his waist like a parent waiting for an answer from their child.

Bakura scratched his head and sighed. “I know, Ryou. I just wanted to make you breakfast...after all, you gave me the best gift I could have ever asked for! I can’t wait to see home again...” He daydreamed for a moment before pressing his lips to Ryou’s forehead and looking into his matching brown eyes. His hair was dripping on one side from the water that was being sprayed in all directions.

Ryou grinned and blushed a little, clutching Bakura’s wrist with the palm of his hand. “Thank you, Bakura, but I think we’d best go out to eat; the kitchen is ruined.” Ryou held a hand to his forehead and looked around at the black-stained stove, wet floors, and smoke floating at the ceiling.

Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou and brought their waists together, leaning Ryou’s cheek against his collar and petting his hair. “What time does the plane leave?”

Ryou batted his eyelashes against the soft skin of Bakura’s neck. “I think...noon. Have you packed?”

“Yes; and I’ve packed your things as well.”

Ryou blinked in curiosity. “Oh?”

Bakura’s smirk transformed into an exited grin. “Where will we be staying?”

Ryou brought his face away to where he could look his lover in the eye, “I wanted it to be a surprise...but...I rented us an old Egyptian shack; probably similar to what you would have lived in. It’s very nice and romantic...”

Bakura nuzzled his face closer and whispered in a raspy voice. “Tell me more...”

Ryou held his body close and continued in a lustful voice. “...it’s tall with a nice little balcony where we can see the city and far off you can see the pyramids...maybe you’ll recognize one.”

After a few moments of visualizing in silence, Bakura kissed his uke’s neck, then his collar, and his shoulder. He gave him a glare of intense passion before locking lips. “It sounds like heaven. “

Ryou cuddled in Bakura’s arms for a while before checking his watch. “11:00...we’d better make for the airport.”

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When they arrived and Ryou had finished their arrangements with the airport clerk; they found that their plane was already docking and boarded it immediately.

They found their seat in second class <<>> and got comfy in the seats. Bakura took the seat near the window because of Ryou’s extreme fear of heights. He already seemed nauseous.

Bakura gave his lover a comforting glare and smoothed back the silver strands to kiss his cheek. “You going to be okay?”

“Ugh...I don’t know...*gulp*...I don’t feel too well at all.” Ryou said, clutching his stomach.

Bakura turned to the side and sighed. “Too bad, I was hoping to have a spontaneous fuck in one of those ‘airport bathrooms’. I’ve seen that in the movies and it actually looks rather fun!”

Ryou gave a look of discomfort and swallowed hard against something that was about to be coughed up. “Maybe...on the way...back?”

Bakura eased his mischief and let Ryou snuggle his head against his shoulder. “Relax, love, I was just teasing. Unless...you want to later.” His eyes seemed hopeful as he sat there silently.

The flight attendant clarified the rules and Bakura whispered to Ryou that he wouldn’t mind stabbing a knife in her if it would make Ryou feel better. The two laughed faintly; but Ryou was too sick to make much conversation, so Bakura told him to rest until he felt better.

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After what seemed like countless hours of sleep, Ryou awoke to find his face buried against Bakura’s soft shoulder.

He tussled his hair and yawned, stroking his fingers across Bakura’s arm delicately.

Bakura looked down thoughtfully and whispered. “Feeling any better, my love?” He pet his uke’s silken hair; brushing it back behind Ryou’s ear so he could look into the hazel eyes beneath him.

Ryou stretched his arms and blinked a few times before feeling blood coursing through his numb legs. “A little better, yes. Are we almost there?”

“Yes; and I can hardly wait. The...er...voicebox said that we were to land within this hour. Oh, and listen to this: a slave came by asking if I wanted something to drink. I told her ’fuck off, you ugly prostitute!’” He batted his eyes and flicked his finger across Ryou’s nose. “The only one who will be getting drunk tonight is you.”

Ryou buried his face into Bakura’s sleeve; snickering like a hyena. “Bakura...she was a flight attendant! She was just asking if you wanted a Coke or something. It’s her job.” He looked up at his yami with an inviting smile; his eyes sparkling in the incoming sunlight from the window.

Bakura sighed and grunted. “Are you truly feeling better...because I have the sudden urge to kiss you...”

Ryou slowly pulled back his seatbelt and crawled closer to Bakura, leaning over and parting his lips, closing his eyes, the whole bit.

Bakura took the invitation willingly and pressed his tongue into the warm, familiar mouth.

Ryou moaned lowly and wrapped his slender arms around his lover; leaning farther into the kiss.

Bakura reached under Ryou’s shirt and felt his hands around the velvety waist. Suddenly, he began tickling Ryou ferociously; Ryou bursting into laughter mid-kiss.

Ryou slapped Bakura’s hand playfully. “Stop! You know I hate it when you do that!” He grinned and gave his master a passionate stare before becoming more serious...whispering into Bakura’s ear: “Bakura...I’m yours...”
Bakura gulped and then smirked. “A spontaneous fuck, then?”

Suddenly, with quite bad timing, a flight attendant came and tapped Ryou on the shoulder.

He turned his head slowly; the sultry look of desire still across his face. “Whaaat...?” he groaned; upset about being broken from his lust.

The attendant gave a dirty look. “I’ve been getting some complaints about your ‘aroused’ behavior. Can you try to calm it down a bit? There are children here, for God’s sake!” she scoffed as she stomped off.

The love couple looked around; noticing the horrible glares they were getting from half the onlookers. A few perverts were watching intently; drooling (ex: me and everyone reading this, if we were there...lol).
Ryou turned to Bakura and smirked. “Should we stop?”

Bakura shook his head with a no, but then the pilot began talking once more, saying: “Passengers; we are less than five minutes from our destination. Please remain seated until the flight has come to a complete stop...blah blah blah blah blah...”

They gave each other a look of satisfaction. “Less than five minutes away, they said?” Bakura questioned.

Ryou nodded, returning to his seat and fastening his seatbelt. He handed Bakura a piece of gum and practically inhaled one for himself. “Chew on this...so your ears won’t pop.”

Bakura took it into his mouth and swallowed.

Ryou sighed.

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After the plane had settled; Ryou and Bakura could be seen at the front desk of the car rental booth, angrily negotiating with the salesperson.

“What about THIS car?!” Ryou asked; quite furious himself.

Bakura’s face was deep red and veins were popping out of his forehead. He was huffing and wheezing; giving the clerk a VERY psychotic look. He called it; the ‘assassin’ glare.

The clerk was sweating like mad, trying to get these two out of the way...the line was backed up and the manager was in a fucking bad mood today.

“This car is FAR to much money for the likes of you!” the salesperson shouted.

Bakura clenched his teeth and pointed ferociously at the clerk. “SCREW YOU, FUCKER! CAN’T YOU SEE ON THIS---SHITTY---PIECE---OF---PAPER---THAT---WE----PAID---FOR---THIS?!?!” He pointed to the car that they had bought...which was actually far more money than the clerk was trying to give them a car for.

“This paper is bullshit! Counterfeit, I say! Counterfeit!”
Bakura scraped his nails against the desk and brought his face very close to the clerk’s. “Either you give us this car or I’ll fuck you...up the ass....WITH A KNIFE!!!” He hopped up on the desk and raised his arms in pure berserk.

Ryou came to his senses and pulled Bakura off the desk. “Bakura...come down...I’ve got an idea.” He looked at the salesperson and smiled, pointing to a low price car. “We’ll take this one.” He then winked at Bakura and looked over to the keys hanging on the wall.

Bakura got the message and nonchalantly pulled the most rad car there off the hook; whistling innocently.

The salesperson handed them the crappy car keys and frowned. “Have...a nice...day.”

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Bakura and Ryou made their way outside and Ryou was suddenly overcome with heat. “AGH! You told me it was hot...but...ow! Ow! My feet!”

Bakura smirked and removed his shirt, then he took his uke and threw him over his shoulder. “Then I suppose I’ll just carry you.” He trotted off to the car and sighed at the feeling of hot, dry sand on his feet...burning sensations of sweat on his back.

Ryou panted; his clothes clinging tightly to his skin. “I haven’t been this hot since...”

“...last we fucked?” Bakura answered for him, setting his uke gently down in front of the car door. He pressed himself against his uke and threw his arms around him; attacking his mouth.

Ryou closed his eyes and spread his lips apart. “Mmm...Bakura...wait until we’re out of the parking lot, at least!” he groaned softly, petting his lover’s arms.

They broke their lip-lock and Ryou stared down Bakura’s body; baring his teeth in a grin. “I like your shirt...” he said sarcastically, poking Bakura’s hard, flat stomach with the tip of his finger.

Bakura exhaled. “Indeed. Now...maybe you should drive since you know where this piece of heaven is.”

Ryou nodded and made his way to the wheel; driving out of the parking lot. “It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes tt tht there.”

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Bakura noticed how untouched this part of Egypt was. It was almost as if the buildings had frozen in time...every element Bakura remembered was here.

Ryou parked the car in the middle of a stone road. Deserted. <<>>

They stepped out of the car. Ryou smiled and grabbed Bakura’s arm; whispering lustfully as he pointed to a tall, ancient building. “That’s it...”

Bakura looked at the tan structure that towered above. Again; he took Ryou into his arms and carried him up the stairs.

Ryou leaned against Bakura’s chest and wondered why there were no doors...everything was so open. Only curtains could cover what was inside. “Is it...like you remember?”

Bakura spoke no words, passing through the door and just standing; marveling at the beautiful room and the outstanding view.

He set Ryou down and their luggage at the foot of the bed. The room was covered in tapestry, bed sheets of silk and gold accents. There was a huge open ‘window’ that showed the view of the entire ancient city and, as Ryou mentioned, pyramids, far off.

Bakura quickly turned and buried his face against Ryou’s shoulder. “T-thank you...”

Ryou smiled; happy that he could make Bakura feel this way. “Your welcome. Now, why don’t we unpack...and then we can start our vacation.”

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Ryou flopped down on the bed and sighed. “Bakura, are you done unpacking, yet?” He closed his eyes and turned on his side to look out the large, open balcony.

Bakura stood there calmly, his hair flowing gently in the breeze. He wore nothing but a soft, black robe from his waist down.

Ryou came to Bakura and stroked the skin along his back. “What are you staring out at, ‘Kura?”

Bakura turned and enveloped Ryou in his arms, kissing his forehead lightly.

Ryou blushed, Bakura’s naked chest against his soft cheek. His fingers grasped his lover’s shoulders; a tender groan escaping his lips.

Bakura moaned slightly; so that it was almost inaudible to hear.

Ryou’s face flushed white, his cheeks and fingers gone numb.

He put his palm on Ryou’s head and pet his lover’s downy hair.

Ryou exhaled. He put his head back against Bakura’s chest and kissed the skin.

The sun was lowering from it’s place in the sky, all of Egypt’s sky painted gold and gray; glowing like a bonfire against what was the beginning of the night sky: a few stars on the horizon. Bakura overlooked the scenery and then to his uke, bringing his lips to the frail ear and whispering, “You know, Ryou...sometimes I wish I was back in Egypt; to live in a place like I once did.” He brought his arms closer, locking Ryou in his embrace. “But if that would mean I would lose you; I would gladly give it up just to be with you. Even for just a moment against a lifetime.” His voice was raspy with desire.

Ryou looked down at the shadow cast by their bodies embracing. He brought his chin up to kiss Bakura’s neck, and his collar. “And I would give up my entire world just for moments like these...” he murmered under his breath, inhaling and exhaling teasingly against Bakura’s neck.

They smirked thoughtfully and touched their lips together; Ryou parting them for Bakura as they leaned against the balcony, pressing deeper into the kiss.

“R-Ryou...?”

“...Yes?”

“...Happy Anniversary...”

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE

>>>Don’t worry, it’s not over yet. The next chapter continues pretty much where I just left off; going into a yummy scrumbos lemon of course. Afterwards; they explore Egypt/Ryou finds out the mystery behind what Bakura whispered by accident/and you finally hear something about the other characters and couplings in my story!
And in the chapter after that; they return home/have a spontaneous fuck in the airplane restroom/hang out with some other couplings/and other cool stuff like that.
So...is there too much fucking in this fanfic? Just wondering cause there has been a lemon in almost every fucking chapter...so...yeah. OH YEAH! I forgot! I’m letting you guys pick the couples for Chapter Five!

-Should Marik and Malik be together?
-Who should Seto be with? Jounouch Yam Yami?
-Yami and Yugi?
-Jounouchi and Tristan?
-Should Duke be with anyone?
-Any one-sided relationships? >>> Hyuck hyuck hyuck!

Ummm...that’s about all.
Even more news; I’m putting up my fanart on Fanart Central later on. I’ll give you the link whenever it’s ready.
Also; I’ve got a new fanfic on the way and here’s what it’s gonna be like:
Malik accidently puts some sex pills in Ryou’s drink and Ryou gets nasty horny! After releasing his pent up pleasure with Bakura; he wakes up very upset because he’s in a relationship with someone else! Who is it? Will they find out? What does Bakura think? What’s wrong with Malik? Find out in ‘FOOLING AROUND’.
It’s pretty funny; spartparts. And it’s got the couples you love with some very unique ones that you might like!
So anyway; read and review this story or you can say hello to my lil’ friend!!!