Our Dark Secrets
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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5
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17
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I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Endearing Christmas
Title: Our Dark Secrets
Author: Reyn
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh. If I did, there would be a lot more romance and a lot less dueling.
Author’s Note: I’m not sure what to say about this one…I wrote it for a contest, and if I were to try and fit it into the ‘dark secrets’ theme, I suppose it could be a secret on Ryou’s part…(shrugs)
~*~
Summary: Bakura may hate it, but he’ll put up with it for his Hikari…
Pairing: Bakura/Ryou
Warnings: Yamis have their own bodies. Surprise ending.
ENDEARING CHRISTMAS
“Oh God…ungh…Ba-…kura…”
The grip on Bakura’s arms tightened as his rhythmic thrusting grew harder. Mentally smirking, the yami gave one particularly hard thrust and stayed in, grinding his cock deep in Ryou’s ass, his hips moving in a circular motion.
“AHH!!” Ryou cried out as his hands flew from Bakura’s arms to the sheets beneath him, looking for something to anchor themselves to as his back arched.
“God!...Oh…Bakura…please!” Ryou pleaded as he clenched his ass, urging the thief in him to hurry.
Bakura was unable to hold back the gasp as he felt his hikari’s muscles grab him, and he knew neither of them would be able to last much longer. Grabbing Ryou’s member, he pumped it in time with his thrusts. Once, twice, the third time he buried himself, hitting Ryou’s prostate dead on.
“HA-ah! Ngh! Uh-AHHH!”
Bakura watched as Ryou’s entire body arched, squirmed and spasmed through his orgasm, as the pleasure overwhelmed the boy’s senses. Suddenly aware of his own release rushing upon him, Bakura quickly began pistoning his hips once again as his own world exploded in ecstasy.
Bakura’s arms gave out on him and he collapsed onto his elbows struggling weakly to keep from crushing the boy beneath him. His fight was short lived as fatigue rapidly caught up with him forcing his muscles lax as he slowly caught his breath.
For several long minutes, the only sound that filled the room was heavy breathing as both boys gradually came down from their high. When he finally found the strength to do so, Bakura pulled out of Ryou and rolled off to the side, his breath still coming out in slight pants as he moved to get out of bed and get dressed.
Ryou watched, exhausted and struggling to stay awake, as his yami stood and quickly pulled his pants on. Already the small boy was shivering from the loss of body heat, but pushed such a trivial problem aside for more important matters on his mind.
“Bakura…” he called out, causing the darker spirit to pause while pulling on his shirt. “Tomorrow, can we get a tree?”
Slowly, Bakura turned, a brow cocked in question.
“There’s only 14 days left till Christmas and…well…” Ryou trailed off in uncertainty as his other half scowled.
Christmas. Yes, Bakura knew about it. He knew about it and he found it to be the stupidest most ridiculous thing ever. All it was was a sorry attempt at finding merriment in such a cold and dismal environment.
“Hn,” was his only reply as he turned to walk out of the room, firmly shutting the door behind him.
Several moments later, a warm breeze alerted Ryou to the fact that his yami had just turned on the heater.
“Thank you, my yami…”
Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo!
Bakura watched – torn between amusement and annoyance – as Ryou struggled to stay balanced on the less than stable chair while reaching over to try and put the star on top of the tree. For the past five hours the brat had been giving all his attention to finding the decorations and placing them on the evergreen plant. Bakura obviously refused to help, especially after Ryou shrugged him off twice for the suggestive touches he had given when his lustful state of mind had gone ignored through their mindlink.
Why the tree needed a star was completely beyond him. For the eleventh time Ryou nearly lost his balance, causing yet another glass ornament to fall and shatter on the ground below.
Ryou bit his lip. The glass ornaments once belonged to his mother, and breaking them one by one was not how he planned on honoring her memory this holiday season. But the tree needed its star. The cardboard made, gold glittered and macaroni star had been made by his sister and needed to top the tree. If he could…just…reach….almost there…
Suddenly the chair jerked out from under him and Ryou found himself falling into a pair of strong arms. Looking up, he found himself subject to an angry glare.
“Are you looking to break your neck?” Bakura growled out. “There’s no way all this can be worth-”
“I want the star on the tree,” Ryou explained simply.
With a frown, Bakura set Ryou down, grabbed the star from the boy’s grip, and walked out of the room.
“But…it needs to top the tree…” Ryou whispered to the empty room.
When Bakura returned empty-handed, Ryou had no choice but to bite back the tears and continue decorating.
The next morning, there stood the star, proudly topping the tree, much to Ryou’s delight.
“Thank you, my yami…”
Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo!
“Could you taste this?”
Bakura glared at the slop dripping from the wooden spoon in clear distaste, stopping the ministrations on his hikari’s neck. “It’s not even cooked yet.”
“Yes, but I want to know if there’s enough cinnamon in it before I bake it. My mom always had this special way of making it which requires an exact amount of cinnamon and-”
“Then try it yourself,” Bakura grumbled, returning to his previous task.
Ryou sighed before dipping his finger in the batter and holding it in front of his yami’s face. “It’s always better to get a second opinion. Besides, I don’t want you complaining about them tasting funny once they’re done.”
Bakura eyed the dough before him in disdain. Ryou sensed his hesitation and moved the finger closer to the spirit’s mouth, causing Bakura to draw back sharply and grab his hikari’s hand.
“I said no,” he growled out dangerously.
“No, you said to try it yourself,” Ryou argued, fingers still hovering over his shoulder.
Bakura continued to scowl for a moment before finally sticking his tongue out to take a tentative lick. And another. And another.
Suddenly Ryou’s entire middle finger found itself trapped in the moist cavern known as his yami’s mouth, being licked and sucked on like there was no tomorrow. Bakura’s own fingers traced up his hikari’s inner thigh, pleased to find the hidden prize already hard and twitching as he used his palm to massage up and down its length.
Ryou let out a heartfelt cry only to have it die in a whimper as the assault ended as quickly as it started.
“Exactly,” Bakura said, enunciating his words with a rough squeeze. “Now do it yourself.”
“Ah…? Wha-? But I-”
“Hmph.”
Ryou watched sadly as Bakura left the room, clearly miffed at the lack of response he had received from his earlier attempts in favor of baking. With a sigh, Ryou looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants that would now for sure have to be taken care of by his own hand when he was done.
“It could use a tad more cinnamon,” Bakura called out, causing a bright smile to light up his hikari’s features.
“Thank you, my yami…”
Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo!
Bakura glared at the clock for the four hundred and twenty-fourth time that night. Ryou had promised him some one on one time once he was through helping out at the homeless shelter for the day. It had been 8 days since their last time together…the night Ryou asked for the tree.
Bakura was seriously starting to wonder if that infernal tree had placed a curse on their fidelity. It was stupid of him to agree to this whole charade in the first place.
At that moment the front door clicked open and the thief’s cock jumped up to full salute, ready to go without a moment’s hesitation.
However, one look at Ryou and his erection left just as quickly.
The poor boy stood, shivering violently and dripping wet. Turned out he was running late and decided to cut across the small pond in the park, only to have the ice give way under him. How he made it home was a mystery Bakura didn’t even bother with as he soaked his hikari in the warm bath.
His sleeves rolled up, Bakura gently washed the boy, unable to stop his caresses from focusing on that one spot between Ryou’s legs. After all, it would be bad if the frostbite affected that area, and Bakura needed to make sure it was the first to recover.
Quickly bringing the member to full hardness with nothing more than soft strokes, he watched as Ryou’s shivering transformed into squirming and arching as he was brought to the brink. Letting go of the erection, Bakura opted to have his fingers trace over Ryou’s ball sac and back to his opening, where the digits slipped in with little resistance.
Instantly, Ryou’s own hand was down and stroking himself as Bakura’s fingers slowly moved in and out of him, his eyes watching in fascination as Ryou’s face flushed with heat and arousal before his head was tossed back as his orgasm overtook him.
As soon as Ryou recovered, the tub was drained and he was wrapped in a towel and taken to bed where Bakura held him close as he softly whispered his final message to his darker half before sleep overtook him.
“Thank you, my yami…”
Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo! Doodle-eh-doo!
Christmas finally arrived, and yet the space beneath the tree remained empty. Why? Because Bakura didn’t believe in Christmas and Ryou had no idea what to give to someone who was not only mad at the holiday, but refused to acknowledge it as well.
So, despite his best efforts, the fully decorated house lacked any Yuletide cheer.
“Oh! Bakura, I was wondering if…where are you going?” Ryou asked curiously as he watched the spirit pull on his coat.
“Out,” was the short reply as the door was opened and shut, leaving the house feeling even emptier than before.
Not knowing what else to do, Ryou went and sat before the tree, looking at each and every ornament and allowing the memories connected with them to wash over him. Tears tainted with past recollections created a trail down his cheeks – some happy and some sad.
It wasn’t until a chilled touch wiped those paths away did Ryou realize he was crying. Looking up, he saw the concerned eyes of his yami.
“It’s time to let them go and stop this tradition, my hikari.”
Ryou pulled away from Bakura and looked towards the calendar. January 23rd; the day his family had agreed to celebrate Christmas once his mother and sister were released from the hospital after that horrible accident. The day they had died instead.
“But…I don’t want to…they promised me they’d be home to…in time for…” The tears were renewed a choked sob escaped Ryou’s lips.
“I know.”
“I can still feel them…they’re here…they want this…” Ryou tried to argue.
“Delaying Christmas for their eternal spirits will not help them rest in peace. That is why this place always feels so empty when you decorate it. Please let it go, Ryou.”
“I can’t! I don’t want to!”
With a soft frown, Bakura turned towards the tree and concentrated on his shadow magic. Slowly, the tree, as well as all other signs of Christmas disappeared from the house, banished forever to the shadow realm. All that remained was the warm fire, burning in the hearth.
A feeling of peace washed over Ryou as he looked up to find himself being held in Bakura’s arms.
“If I can’t live in the past, then neither can you.”
“But…”
“Live with me here and now, Ryou, and I promise to be the one thing in your life that will never leave you, no matter what,” Bakura whispered.
A soft smile crossed Ryou’s features.
“Thank you, my yami…”
Author: Reyn
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh. If I did, there would be a lot more romance and a lot less dueling.
Author’s Note: I’m not sure what to say about this one…I wrote it for a contest, and if I were to try and fit it into the ‘dark secrets’ theme, I suppose it could be a secret on Ryou’s part…(shrugs)
~*~
Summary: Bakura may hate it, but he’ll put up with it for his Hikari…
Pairing: Bakura/Ryou
Warnings: Yamis have their own bodies. Surprise ending.
ENDEARING CHRISTMAS
“Oh God…ungh…Ba-…kura…”
The grip on Bakura’s arms tightened as his rhythmic thrusting grew harder. Mentally smirking, the yami gave one particularly hard thrust and stayed in, grinding his cock deep in Ryou’s ass, his hips moving in a circular motion.
“AHH!!” Ryou cried out as his hands flew from Bakura’s arms to the sheets beneath him, looking for something to anchor themselves to as his back arched.
“God!...Oh…Bakura…please!” Ryou pleaded as he clenched his ass, urging the thief in him to hurry.
Bakura was unable to hold back the gasp as he felt his hikari’s muscles grab him, and he knew neither of them would be able to last much longer. Grabbing Ryou’s member, he pumped it in time with his thrusts. Once, twice, the third time he buried himself, hitting Ryou’s prostate dead on.
“HA-ah! Ngh! Uh-AHHH!”
Bakura watched as Ryou’s entire body arched, squirmed and spasmed through his orgasm, as the pleasure overwhelmed the boy’s senses. Suddenly aware of his own release rushing upon him, Bakura quickly began pistoning his hips once again as his own world exploded in ecstasy.
Bakura’s arms gave out on him and he collapsed onto his elbows struggling weakly to keep from crushing the boy beneath him. His fight was short lived as fatigue rapidly caught up with him forcing his muscles lax as he slowly caught his breath.
For several long minutes, the only sound that filled the room was heavy breathing as both boys gradually came down from their high. When he finally found the strength to do so, Bakura pulled out of Ryou and rolled off to the side, his breath still coming out in slight pants as he moved to get out of bed and get dressed.
Ryou watched, exhausted and struggling to stay awake, as his yami stood and quickly pulled his pants on. Already the small boy was shivering from the loss of body heat, but pushed such a trivial problem aside for more important matters on his mind.
“Bakura…” he called out, causing the darker spirit to pause while pulling on his shirt. “Tomorrow, can we get a tree?”
Slowly, Bakura turned, a brow cocked in question.
“There’s only 14 days left till Christmas and…well…” Ryou trailed off in uncertainty as his other half scowled.
Christmas. Yes, Bakura knew about it. He knew about it and he found it to be the stupidest most ridiculous thing ever. All it was was a sorry attempt at finding merriment in such a cold and dismal environment.
“Hn,” was his only reply as he turned to walk out of the room, firmly shutting the door behind him.
Several moments later, a warm breeze alerted Ryou to the fact that his yami had just turned on the heater.
“Thank you, my yami…”
Bakura watched – torn between amusement and annoyance – as Ryou struggled to stay balanced on the less than stable chair while reaching over to try and put the star on top of the tree. For the past five hours the brat had been giving all his attention to finding the decorations and placing them on the evergreen plant. Bakura obviously refused to help, especially after Ryou shrugged him off twice for the suggestive touches he had given when his lustful state of mind had gone ignored through their mindlink.
Why the tree needed a star was completely beyond him. For the eleventh time Ryou nearly lost his balance, causing yet another glass ornament to fall and shatter on the ground below.
Ryou bit his lip. The glass ornaments once belonged to his mother, and breaking them one by one was not how he planned on honoring her memory this holiday season. But the tree needed its star. The cardboard made, gold glittered and macaroni star had been made by his sister and needed to top the tree. If he could…just…reach….almost there…
Suddenly the chair jerked out from under him and Ryou found himself falling into a pair of strong arms. Looking up, he found himself subject to an angry glare.
“Are you looking to break your neck?” Bakura growled out. “There’s no way all this can be worth-”
“I want the star on the tree,” Ryou explained simply.
With a frown, Bakura set Ryou down, grabbed the star from the boy’s grip, and walked out of the room.
“But…it needs to top the tree…” Ryou whispered to the empty room.
When Bakura returned empty-handed, Ryou had no choice but to bite back the tears and continue decorating.
The next morning, there stood the star, proudly topping the tree, much to Ryou’s delight.
“Thank you, my yami…”
“Could you taste this?”
Bakura glared at the slop dripping from the wooden spoon in clear distaste, stopping the ministrations on his hikari’s neck. “It’s not even cooked yet.”
“Yes, but I want to know if there’s enough cinnamon in it before I bake it. My mom always had this special way of making it which requires an exact amount of cinnamon and-”
“Then try it yourself,” Bakura grumbled, returning to his previous task.
Ryou sighed before dipping his finger in the batter and holding it in front of his yami’s face. “It’s always better to get a second opinion. Besides, I don’t want you complaining about them tasting funny once they’re done.”
Bakura eyed the dough before him in disdain. Ryou sensed his hesitation and moved the finger closer to the spirit’s mouth, causing Bakura to draw back sharply and grab his hikari’s hand.
“I said no,” he growled out dangerously.
“No, you said to try it yourself,” Ryou argued, fingers still hovering over his shoulder.
Bakura continued to scowl for a moment before finally sticking his tongue out to take a tentative lick. And another. And another.
Suddenly Ryou’s entire middle finger found itself trapped in the moist cavern known as his yami’s mouth, being licked and sucked on like there was no tomorrow. Bakura’s own fingers traced up his hikari’s inner thigh, pleased to find the hidden prize already hard and twitching as he used his palm to massage up and down its length.
Ryou let out a heartfelt cry only to have it die in a whimper as the assault ended as quickly as it started.
“Exactly,” Bakura said, enunciating his words with a rough squeeze. “Now do it yourself.”
“Ah…? Wha-? But I-”
“Hmph.”
Ryou watched sadly as Bakura left the room, clearly miffed at the lack of response he had received from his earlier attempts in favor of baking. With a sigh, Ryou looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants that would now for sure have to be taken care of by his own hand when he was done.
“It could use a tad more cinnamon,” Bakura called out, causing a bright smile to light up his hikari’s features.
“Thank you, my yami…”
Bakura glared at the clock for the four hundred and twenty-fourth time that night. Ryou had promised him some one on one time once he was through helping out at the homeless shelter for the day. It had been 8 days since their last time together…the night Ryou asked for the tree.
Bakura was seriously starting to wonder if that infernal tree had placed a curse on their fidelity. It was stupid of him to agree to this whole charade in the first place.
At that moment the front door clicked open and the thief’s cock jumped up to full salute, ready to go without a moment’s hesitation.
However, one look at Ryou and his erection left just as quickly.
The poor boy stood, shivering violently and dripping wet. Turned out he was running late and decided to cut across the small pond in the park, only to have the ice give way under him. How he made it home was a mystery Bakura didn’t even bother with as he soaked his hikari in the warm bath.
His sleeves rolled up, Bakura gently washed the boy, unable to stop his caresses from focusing on that one spot between Ryou’s legs. After all, it would be bad if the frostbite affected that area, and Bakura needed to make sure it was the first to recover.
Quickly bringing the member to full hardness with nothing more than soft strokes, he watched as Ryou’s shivering transformed into squirming and arching as he was brought to the brink. Letting go of the erection, Bakura opted to have his fingers trace over Ryou’s ball sac and back to his opening, where the digits slipped in with little resistance.
Instantly, Ryou’s own hand was down and stroking himself as Bakura’s fingers slowly moved in and out of him, his eyes watching in fascination as Ryou’s face flushed with heat and arousal before his head was tossed back as his orgasm overtook him.
As soon as Ryou recovered, the tub was drained and he was wrapped in a towel and taken to bed where Bakura held him close as he softly whispered his final message to his darker half before sleep overtook him.
“Thank you, my yami…”
Christmas finally arrived, and yet the space beneath the tree remained empty. Why? Because Bakura didn’t believe in Christmas and Ryou had no idea what to give to someone who was not only mad at the holiday, but refused to acknowledge it as well.
So, despite his best efforts, the fully decorated house lacked any Yuletide cheer.
“Oh! Bakura, I was wondering if…where are you going?” Ryou asked curiously as he watched the spirit pull on his coat.
“Out,” was the short reply as the door was opened and shut, leaving the house feeling even emptier than before.
Not knowing what else to do, Ryou went and sat before the tree, looking at each and every ornament and allowing the memories connected with them to wash over him. Tears tainted with past recollections created a trail down his cheeks – some happy and some sad.
It wasn’t until a chilled touch wiped those paths away did Ryou realize he was crying. Looking up, he saw the concerned eyes of his yami.
“It’s time to let them go and stop this tradition, my hikari.”
Ryou pulled away from Bakura and looked towards the calendar. January 23rd; the day his family had agreed to celebrate Christmas once his mother and sister were released from the hospital after that horrible accident. The day they had died instead.
“But…I don’t want to…they promised me they’d be home to…in time for…” The tears were renewed a choked sob escaped Ryou’s lips.
“I know.”
“I can still feel them…they’re here…they want this…” Ryou tried to argue.
“Delaying Christmas for their eternal spirits will not help them rest in peace. That is why this place always feels so empty when you decorate it. Please let it go, Ryou.”
“I can’t! I don’t want to!”
With a soft frown, Bakura turned towards the tree and concentrated on his shadow magic. Slowly, the tree, as well as all other signs of Christmas disappeared from the house, banished forever to the shadow realm. All that remained was the warm fire, burning in the hearth.
A feeling of peace washed over Ryou as he looked up to find himself being held in Bakura’s arms.
“If I can’t live in the past, then neither can you.”
“But…”
“Live with me here and now, Ryou, and I promise to be the one thing in your life that will never leave you, no matter what,” Bakura whispered.
A soft smile crossed Ryou’s features.
“Thank you, my yami…”
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End Note: Slightly different than the general direction I've been taking these oneshots, but I like it nonetheless. I hope the rest of you enjoyed it as well ^_^