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: Lemon is up. Enjoy.

CHAPTER FOUR: The Past and the Passive

The sky was tinted gold; pink along the stars that peeked from the rich, navy streaks of night.

Ryou; indulgent in Bakura’s spirit and body: which was clothed only by a soft, black robe that only covered below his waist. He pressed his seme’s back against the balcony wall; kissing deeply as they traded passionate glares.

His eyes filled with pure lust; his lips traveled across the downy skin that Bakura beheld...reaching his torso where Ryou pressed his heated tongue against the hard bed of muscle.

Bakura lifted his eyes to meet his uke’s; brushing back a bit of his hair to gingerly lick below his ear. His teeth grazed beneath the hikari’s earlobe. He put his thumb under Ryou’s chin, forcing a kiss from him as he lifted his body and rolled over, darkening Ryou with his shadow.

His black, cloth robe flowing in the wind, he bent to envelope his lips on Ryou’s neck, using his thumb to press Ryou’s chin higher, baring his downy neck to Bakura’s searing hot lips. Ryou cried out a little and obeyed; tilting his head back more and clenching his eyes closed as Bakura’s teeth grazed against his jawline, the tongue trailing down to his collar, nibbling against the bone.

Ryou’s palms cupped the back of Bakura’s head, pulling upward to the pressure point in his neck that Bakura knew so well. Bakura pressed his mouth harshly against it, taking the skin between his teeth and sinking into the velvet of it; but not drawing any blood.

Ryou’s whole body tensed as he yelped in entice.

Bakura stopped to look up at him with a smirk, his uke’s breathing a little out of pace, his cheeks coated with a glistening flush.

Ryou’s honey eyes met his, he looked away playfully, his hair hiding his face as he bit his fingertip in anticipation.

Bakura brushed back his lover’s bangs and grinned at Ryou’s teasing mischief. He attacked his mouth; their bodies rolling across the open balcony, fighting for dominance. Bakura fought his way between Ryou’s legs and spread them, Ryou willingly letting him have his way after struggling.

Bakura took Ryou’s wrists and pulled his waist up, wrapping his arms around him and sharing an intense kiss before pushing him back down. He positioned himself between Ryou’s legs and put a hand on the pavement of the balcony; beside each side of Ryou’s head.

Ryou turned and kissed the wrist to the left of him, then lustfully staring at his seme above him.

Bakura leaned to put his hands underneath the shirt to cup Ryou’s waist, smoothing his thumbs across the familiar skin. He pushed the shirt off and groaned as Ryou looked so desirable.

Ryou’s cheeks were tinted rose as he whispered. “Bakura...don’t stop...”

Ryou gasped as his seme bent down to his jeans and took the button between his lips, pulling the jean material with his teeth; then taking the zipper between his teeth and gingerly pulling down.

He took his hands and pressed the material down, Ryou sighing in relief as the tightness slipped away. He blushed; feeling suddenly exposed on the open balcony, the familiar feeling of Bakura’s lusting eyes traveling down his body.

Bakura’s eyes glinted, unwavering. He smirked. “Turn over.”

This shocked Ryou, his eyes widening at the remark. “What?”

“You heard me.” His grin was inviting but the words still terrified Ryou. “Turn over.”

Ryou submitted himself and slowly crawled on all fours, feeling very vulnerable.

Bakura pet his uke’s hips; brushing his fingers across the naked back that was so open to him. He relieved himself of his robe and positioned himself in front of Ryou’s entrance.

Ryou looked from the corner of his eye to see Bakura there. He grinned longingly, despite his fears.

Bakura sighed and pressed himself into the searing cavern, his length dragging along each ripple, hitting a pressure point that made Ryou gasp with entice.

He pulled himself back and thrust deeper, hitting the pressure point harder. Ryou’s body pushed forward, he let out a pleasured cry.

Bakura pulled back on Ryou’s hips this time, letting his fingernails drag along the downy alabaster skin. He planted a firm kiss on the center of Ryou’s back before thrusting in again, pushing Ryou’s hips back once more.

Ryou desperately needed something to hold on to; anything, as he clenched his hands into fists and bit his lip. His jaw dropped, a purr escaping his throat; his eyes thinned, he moaned once more. “’Kura...more...”

Bakura lifted himself so that his chest was pressed against Ryou’s back, he pressed deeper, moving in a clockwise position as he bit onto Ryou’s ear, sighing heavily as he felt his release nearing, picking up pace as Ryou let out short, velvety moans and shouted his name.

He firmly pressed upward, running his ragged tongue across Ryou’s neck as he thrusted harder against the spot that caused Ryou pleasure. He grunted his lover’s name, hardly able to breathe as the familiar feelings came: the feeling of butterflies fluttering in his stomach, the devilish pulsing of his arousal, the heat of his body overcoming him.

He burst his load into Ryou, who rolled his head beneath him, pleading for his release.

“Bakura...please...just a little...I’m almost...don’t stop...oh God...” He stammered along his words, so close it was painful to him.

Bakura leaned Ryou’s body back as his uke tossed around in desire. Bakura bent to his knees and opened his mouth, engulfing Ryou’s manhood into the searing cavern. He pushed it down his throat, pressing the back of his throat against the firmness.

Ryou threw his head back and shouted, unable to move his thighs to buck deeper.

Bakura swallowed hard against it and Ryou came, his sweet cum coating Bakura’s throat.

Bakura swallowed it up as his lips ran off Ryou’s empty length, and he swiftly pulled Ryou into an embrace as he leaned down, against his chest.

He pet his uke’s hair, closing his eyes halfway; looking out at the open desert, the ancient city, and the pyramids under the horizon.

Ryou leaned against the balcony and looked up at the stars. No wonder Bakura always spoke of this place...there was nothing more pleasing to the eye compared to any other scenery Ryou had seen before. Except for his darling Bakura...

He looked down at him; noticing he was already asleep, clutching Ryou’s skin and lightly snoring.

He chuckled to himself, closing his deep hazel eyes.

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It had been seven days since the first night they had arrived in Egypt. They had wondered the pyramids, explored the city, and...made love every night.

Bakura recognized the tomb of his mother in an ancient catacomb; and they had seen the ruins close to where his home would have been.

“Bakura...what happened to your family?” Ryou had asked, embracing Bakura’s arm and leaning his head against his shoulder; listening intently.

Bakura would look down and sigh. “The pharaoh killed them.”

Ryou’s eyes had widened at the thought. “You don’t mean---...Yami?”

Bakura chuckled halfheartedly and frowned. “That’s the one.”

The youth pulled himself to look Bakura in the eye, almost exclaiming. “But why?!”

He smoothed back the hair to look into his host’s beautiful eyes, then looked away. “Because...because of me.”

Nothing more was said about this, and Ryou; who was packing for home, looked intently at his lover, wondering what had truly happened. He protested himself to forget about it, but it stuck in his mind; though he remained silent about it.

Suddenly he heard the low, raspy voice. “Don’t tell Yami.”

Ryou turned and sighed. “But...”

“He doesn’t remember. Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t...”

Ryou clutched his yami’s arms and put his head against the bare chest. “I see.”

“Besides...if that Yugi knew...I wouldn’t want to ruin their...”

“Don’t worry, I won’t speak of it anymore unless you do.”

Bakura kissed Ryou’s forehead and smirked. “Good.”

They took the luggage and walked down the stairs, almost unable to walk away from the place that so many memories had been made in only a mere week.

They walked out to the car and got in. Ryou put the key in the ignition and grinned, turning to Bakura and sighing. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t make your fantasy last forever...”

Bakura chuckled gently and unexpectedly kissed his hikari on the lips. “No, Ryou...my fantasy lives on within you. No matter where we are or what we do.”

Ryou blushed, his fingertips shaking a little. “Then I hope we’ll be together forever...”

“We will be, if you truly wish it, Ryou.” he whispered, kissing once more before Ryou started the engine and they headed home.

END OF CHAPTER FOUR

>>>Er...yah...what did you think? Read and review and tell me! Next chapter they will get on that airplane and go home. The couples so far are YamiXYami, MalikXMarik...but who would you rather see Joey with: Tristan or Seto? Or should Seto and Duke be together...I always thought they were cute. Oh well, tell me in your reviews so I can get this next chapter done. I mean...don’t you want to hear about a spontaneous fuck in an airplane?! Yah...so get to reviewing!