Blackwater Indiscretions

I don't own any of it :(

A/N: I'm sorry this is such a late update. I'll admit that after the reception from the last one I got a case of performance anxiety. I hope I don't disappoint.


“Can I ask you a question?”

Ryou turned to meet Yami’s crimson eyes. “Sure.”

Yami drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to decide how to phrase the inquiry with as little embarrassment as possible. “Do you…enjoy…sex with Bakura?”

The white haired teen raised an eyebrow. “Of course,” he replied. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be sleeping with him.”

“Doesn’t it bother you though to have to bow down to Bakura’s demands in bed?”

“Damn, Yami, how many times have you slept with Bakura?” Ryou asked in jest.

Yami blushed bright red. “Once,” he replied.

The pale teen’s eyes widened considerably. “What?!? You and Bakura had sex? He never told me.”

“Shit,” Yami whispered under his breath. This was not the direction he’d been working toward. “It was awhile ago,” he admitted. “Before you transferred to Domino High.”

Ryou stared at Yami admirably. “I’m impressed,” he stated.

Yami rolled his eyes. “Impressed? Why?”

“Because I know how Bakura is. I’d never have guessed you’d be into that.”

“I’m not,” Yami stated firmly. “I was so trashed I barely remember it. All I know is that I couldn’t sit down for a week afterward and Marik still hasn’t let me get over having to ask him to clean the cuts on my back.”

Ryou snickered. “That’s my Bakura,” he replied.

Another lengthy silence passed between the pair. Ryou watched the scenery through the open passenger window and Yami carefully maneuvered the car through the afternoon traffic. He really had to wonder what sort of scenario Yami would bring to the table. In truth he was surprised that the older teen had agreed to the wager in the first place. Not just for his own welfare but that of his boyfriend. Even now Yugi was doing who knew what with Marik. Ryou decided to broach the subject.

“If Bakura was so awful then how can you justify letting Yugi sleep with him?”
Yami winced. “I can’t say I’m not worried,” he admitted. “Or jealous. But I don’t own Yugi the way Bakura obviously owns you. He is free to do as he wishes.”

Ryou raised an eyebrow. “You think Bakura owns me?”

“Well yes, to hear him tell it.”

“Does that make you mad?” the teen asked, hearing the distaste in Yami’s voice.

“Not mad, no. Just sort of sad. I don’t mean to tell you your business, Ryou, but the guy’s a psychopath. Aren’t you worried that he’ll go too far one of these days and really hurt you?”

“Not at all,” Ryou stated. “He’s never lost control with me.”

“You mean yet.”

The pale teen shrugged. “Bakura earned my trust,” he tried to explain. “And he’s done nothing since to break it. Why should I be worried?”

Yami pulled the car to a stop in his assigned parking space. “I don’t mean to offend or hurt your feelings,” he said, turning off the engine and looking earnestly at his companion. “But it would seem that Malik is better suited for Bakura than you are.”
“What kind of comment is that?” Ryou asked.
“Hear me out,” Yami pleaded, not wanting to anger him. “Malik likes that shit. He’s a dirty little bastard. But you…you’re different. You…deserve better.”
“Better than what?”
“Better than Bakura,” the older teen replied, opening the car door and climbing out.
Ryou furrowed his brow before exiting the car. “I thought you guys were friends,” he said.
“We are,” Yami replied, leading the way through the complex to his apartment. “I just don’t agree with the way he treats you.”
Ryou paused a moment before grasping the older boy’s hand in his, causing him to come to an abrupt stop. He looked into the startled crimson eyes, his own chocolate orbs beginning to smolder. “Then show me something better.”
The eroticism behind those soft spoken words shot right to the growing bulge barely contained by the black leather pants. A strict moral upbringing won out against primal need however and he quickly cleared his throat. “Ryou, please…”

“What’s wrong?” Ryou asked, taking a step toward the flustered teen.

Yami glanced around nervously. “Don’t you think we should talk about this inside?”

A coy smile spread over pale lips. “Are you nervous?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Another glance around the courtyard. “I don’t think my neighbors would like to hear about my…colorful escapades.”

Ryou tightened his grip on Yami’s hand and pulled sharply, stepping onto his tiptoes and crushing their lips together. His silken tongue probed gently, requesting entrance which was hesitantly granted.

The soft and persuasive ministrations were not lost on the teen. His hands clutched at the blue fabric of Ryou’s school jacket as he struggled to regain his composure. “Ryou, wait,” he gasped, pulling back slightly. “We shouldn’t do this here.”

Taking a hint from his own audacious boyfriend he reached out and trailed two fingers over Yami’s package, marveling nonchalantly at its impressive size. Who knew the reserved older teen had such a well kept secret. “Do you want me, Yami? Do you want to touch me?”

Yami’s knees began to shake slightly. Yugi had never spoken to him in such a blatantly sexual manner. Truth be told no one had in a very long time. Not to say that he didn’t enjoy it. “Yes,” he admitted.

Ryou brought his lips to the tanned boy’s ear. “Then what are you waiting for?” he whispered.

“Was Bakura your first?” Yami asked, smoothly shifting Ryou’s focus.

Ryou was the one to pull back this time. “Yes. Why?”

Yami thought long and hard on his reply. He didn’t want to offend the beautiful teen but at the same time he had to wonder how Ryou could be so sure that Bakura’s style was the best without having experienced others. “Come on,” he said instead of responding. He took Ryou by the hand led the way to his apartment, unlocking the door and letting them in.

Ryou was a bit surprised by Yami’s sudden resistance to his advances but he had to wonder what was in store for him now. If it was Bakura he could be sure he was in for some sort of erotic punishment for having been so bold. But this was Yami. And it occurred to Ryou just then that he didn’t really know much about the mysterious teen.

Yami closed the door behind them and stepped out of Ryou’s reach when the teen tried to advance on him. “You don’t have to do this,” he said.

Ryou raised an eyebrow. “Do what?”

“This…us. Don’t do it just to make Bakura look good.”

“I’m not,” Ryou replied.

“Then why?”

“Why are you?” the pale teen retorted quickly.

“For Yugi,” Yami replied honestly. “I’m the only one he’s ever been with and I don’t want him to wonder later on if there is something he’s missing.”

“But what about you?” Ryou asked. “You tell me not to do it for Bakura but you can do it for Yugi?”

“No, that’s not the only reason I agreed to it,” he said, kicking off his shoes by the front door. “While I do believe that this competition is stupid I think it will be beneficial as well.”

“How do you mean?”

Yami laughed softly. “I hold no delusions of winning this challenge. I’m in it more for knowledge than anything.”

“You don’t think you can win?”

The older teen considered the question before replying. “To be honest I really don’t care. I’m confident enough in myself not to enter into competition over it. I’m mostly in it for the experience.”

The older teen’s cool confidence was becoming increasingly attractive. Yami didn’t need to prove himself to anyone because he didn’t care what others thought. Bakura too held certainty and security in himself and everything he did but he wanted everyone to know it. “You need more experience,” he laughed finally.

Yami chuckled. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you going to prove it to me?” Ryou asked with a smile.

Now that they were not in the courtyard and thus in plain view of every neighbor Yami was more self-assured. He took hold of Ryou’s hand and pulled their bodies together, leaning down to whisper softly. “Yes.” Before the teen could respond he pressed their lips together, his free hand tracing the muscles of Ryou’s abdomen through his clothing.

The kiss wasn’t something Ryou expected. It was like no other he’d experienced. Yami’s tongue seemed to be requesting permission for every caress whereas Bakura’s just took what it wanted. His hand tightened in Yami’s and he pushed closer, eager for more contact.

Ryou reclaimed his hand and slid his arms around the older teen’s neck, deepening the kiss. A rasping moan broke free of Yami’s throat and Ryou shuddered. He couldn’t get enough of Yami’s heat. To kiss him so intensely was to taste liquid fire with no fear of being scalded. In fact it was a goal he strove toward.

Yami, sensing Ryou’s desperation, slowly pulled away. He was pleased and not very surprised when the pale teen followed suit, clawing at his shirt and opening pleading brown eyes.

Ryou shifted his stance and pulled the older boy back into his embrace. When he was offered no resistance he tightened his hold and nipped hesitantly yet playfully at Yami’s bottom lip before running his tongue over it to remove the sting, as Bakura had done for him so many times in the past. It was odd to be on the other side of the fence after having been cast into the submissive role several years ago by both Bakura and himself.

He loved his boyfriend and thoroughly enjoyed their time together but this was something unexpected. He knew he’d never be able to take the lead in an encounter with Bakura and had never even wanted to. Yami though seemed to want him to continue.

And he was right. Yami enjoyed watching his companion in a role that he seemed to be enjoying. He’d believed all along that Ryou would be better off in a relationship with a more stable and relenting person than Bakura. Maybe now, at least for one night, he could offer it. With that in mind he pulled away, kissing the teen on the cheek and walking back toward the bedroom with a sly wink. A look that plainly said “Come and get me.”

Ryou’s arms suddenly felt cold and empty. He hurried ahead and cut Yami off before he could leave the room. At Yami’s smile he planted his hands on the older boy’s well muscled chest and pushed him backward until they tumbled over the arm of the sofa, landing together on its soft cushions.

Yami laughed and moved to get up but Ryou shifted position, using his weight to preserve their arrangement, and reclaimed the tanned boy’s lips. Their new angle came with a wide range of new possibilities. As the kiss deepened he became increasingly aware of the growing bulge in the crotch of Yami’s pants and wriggled slightly, offering intermittent moments of direct stimulation.

A distinct moan rumbled from Yami’s chest and he wrapped his arms around the pale teen’s waist, pulling him closer. All of his willpower went toward keeping his hips still, not thrusting up into Ryou with all of his might. He wanted the teen to be comfortable, to act of his own accord and not out of obligation for what he thought Yami wanted.

Hearing Yami’s muted affirmation brought up feelings of hunger that Ryou had yet to experience. He wondered to himself if this is how Bakura felt while they were together. If that was the case then he could definitely understand his boyfriend’s actions. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to draw even more lustful sounds from the lips he was currently devouring as though they provided his only nourishment. He was rock hard beneath the fabric of his uniform and couldn’t help but press himself against the older teen’s thigh in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.

The image of Ryou naked and impaled on his cock kept flashing behind Yami’s closed eyes but he held himself back. As much as he wanted to be buried inside the pale teen, to watch as Ryou was stretched to accommodate him, he waited. He could tell that Ryou was beginning to understand that he was in charge of what did or did not happen during the encounter and didn’t want to do anything to break that fragile trust. Instead he allowed the teen to explore his body, enjoying the feeling of being controlled rather than orchestrating and choreographing the way he had to with shy little Yugi.

And explore Ryou did. He tore his lips from Yami’s and relocated them at the hollow of his tanned throat, kissing and nibbling while his hands fumbled with the buttons of his partner’s shirt. Once he had it undone he pushed it aside and looked down into crimson eyes. “Is this okay?” he asked somewhat timidly.

Yami placed a hand gently on Ryou’s cheek and nodded. “Please, continue.”

Ryou smiled and lowered his lips into the center of Yami’s smooth chest, placing small kisses over the tight flesh. He’d gotten a bit of the older boy’s taste and now found himself craving even more. Yami’s calm acquiescence was so different from Bakura’s loving brutality. “Yami,” he whispered. “I want you.”

“Have me,” Yami whispered back. The ghosting of Ryou’s thigh against his erection was driving him crazy. He wouldn’t be able to stand it much longer.

Ryou rose up and stood next to the sofa, gently removing his clothes with no hint of shame before carefully unbuttoning Yami’s pants and peeling the leather from his skin and releasing the older boy’s manhood.

Yami lifted his hips and allowed Ryou to slide them off completely. He saw brief hesitation flash in those brown orbs and reached out, taking one pale hand in his. “What do you want me to do?” he asked huskily.

Ryou paused a moment. He’d never been asked that in this type of situation. What would Bakura do? He’d tell Yami exactly what he wanted. “I want you lay there while I ride your cock,” he stated.

Crimson eyes widened in response to the candid statement and Yami swallowed hard. “Alright,” he managed.

Ryou cautiously climbed back onto his companion and opened his mouth, sliding two pale fingers inside. He felt Yami’s erection twitch beneath his thigh and rose onto his knees, working two wet fingers inside, preparing himself for Yami’s length.

It was all Yami could do not to come on the spot. Yugi had never done anything so bold, let alone done so without even a hint of shame or modesty. The scene that played out before him was the most licentious and impassioned thing he’d ever witnessed.

Small cries fell from Ryou’s lips as he twisted his fingers inside, stretching himself impossibly wider. His other hand reached down and took hold of his erection, pumping slowly and teasingly. “Gods, yes,” he whispered. “Yami…”

Yami’s hands came to rest on Ryou’s pale thighs, kneading lightly. “Please, Ryou,” he rasped. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Ryou nodded and extracted his fingers. He grasped Yami’s solid length and carefully lowered himself onto it, crying out as he opened up to accept the intruder.

“Fucking yes,” Yami ground out. His hands closed into fists as he fought against his own primal instinct to thrust up into the body that slowly took him in.

It took a few minutes for Ryou’s body to accept Yami’s entire length. Soon however he was sitting on Yami’s lap, the older teen buried in him to the hilt. He leaned down and captured Yami’s lips once again, this time raising his hips and bringing them back down slowly. “Yami,” he panted hoarsely.

“What is it, Ryou?” Yami asked through clenched teeth.

Ryou was through playing seme. “Please,” he voiced. “Fuck me.”

It was what Yami had been waiting to hear. His arms slid around Ryou’s waist, locking his upper body in place and providing a counter balance to his hips which sprung to life, his cock plunging into the pliant boy with the force and reiteration of a jackhammer.

The uniquely obscene sounds of fucking mixed with Ryou’s lewd cries of pleasure filled the air. “Yami…shit, yes…”

“Yes,” Yami echoed. “Sweet mother Isis, Ryou how is it possible for you to be so damned tight…”

Ryou grasped Yami’s shoulders and buried his face in the nape of the older boy’s neck. Not only was Yami’s violation of his body driving him toward completion but his cock was trapped between their bodies, easily susceptible to all of the heated friction their bodies were generating. “More,” he pleaded. “Please, more.”

"So fucking hot…so…tight.” Yami tightened his hold around the teen’s waist and planted his feet on the sofa, granting himself better leverage and slamming home.

A loud cry spilled forth from the pale teen. “Oh, gods, yes! Right there…that, there…again Yami, please…”

Yami thrust again and again, having found his target. “Come, Ryou,” he insisted. “Come with me.”

Ryou nodded rapidly in assent. “Yes…gods, yes, Yami…”

They moved impossibly faster, caught up in an ancient ritual that left no room for hesitance or incompletion. Flesh met flesh, sweat mingled with sweat, and two voices became one as each neared their peak.

The first blast of Yami’s seed within him seemed to sear his delicate tissue and Ryou gasped. “Yami…oh gods, Yami…” His own cock erupted, adding to the slickness between their trembling bodies as Yami shuddered and shook beneath him.

Once their tremors had died down Yami found himself reluctant to pull out of Ryou’s soft channel. He kissed the teen’s pale cheek and the pair drifted off, their minds as connected as their bodies.


The next morning Ryou awoke to the sound of water running in the shower. He turned onto his side and burrowed within the blanket that Yami had placed over him. It had been an experience he would never forget. Yami had indeed given him something worthwhile, something he’d never had with Bakura…control. Control and the trust that came with it.

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Well there you have it. Day one has officially closed. Day two comes next with Yami/Malik, Bakura/Yugi, and Marik/Ryou.
Thank you all for your amazing reviews. I had no idea this story was going to go over so well. I hope you continue to enjoy it :)