Mind Fuck: A Repost

Session 5

I was home now and debating my next move. Mokuba was still in school and probably wouldn't be home until much later. There was no doubt in my mind that Pegasus would inform Mokuba of my progress with the drug or about our little chat Our chat. Pegasus didn't seem happy about seeing that necklace. Time to find out why.

I locked the door to my bedroom before stripping down to my briefs. I had to know. With the pipe in one hand, a lighter and a goal, I lit up.

I felt Bakura before I saw him. He was naked as well, the warmth of his body leaning against mine. His breath was hot on my neck. I turned slowly to face him. He touched his lips lightly to mine before breaking away, grinning.

"Do you love me?" I asked him.

He brought his hand to my cheek, caressing it,

"Do you want me to?" He asked seriously.

Could he love me? Bakura reminded me of a program simulation. The way he acted and gave in to my every wish. Even my dark ones. It was possible that he could love me. I kissed his thumb as it brushed across my bottom lip.

"Wanna pick up where we left off?" Bakura suggested.

"Do you have a one track mind?" I asked bringing my mouth back to where it belonged.

The feel of him against me was enough to get me hard but the things he was doing hih his tongue to my mouth was winning hands down. He pressed his body closer to mine, our cocks meeting and rubbing desperately against one another. I felt the slow creep of his fingers sliding down my lower back, palming my ass.

"Oh shit!" I shouted as his fingers pressed at the entrance to my body.

"I can't." I said breaking away from him.

Disappointment clouded his features.

"Why can't you? Even in death he still controls you doesn't he, Seto?" Bakura spat angrily.

I sat up. It never occurred to me how frustrating this must be for him. How frustrating this would be for anyone who would date me.

Bakura's features softened as he sat up also moving close to me. He brought his head down on my shoulder.

"Tell about what happened? Tell me how he died." He urged softly.

I shook my head. I didn't want to remember that.

"No." I said flatly.

He didn't speak. He just went quite and it started to feel cold like it did the last time. I turned to Bakura, clutching him to me.

"Don't leave me like last time." I warned.

He placed his head on my shoulder.

"I won't."

The warmth returned to the room and my body as if Bakura was supplying it from his own body. I needed to change the subject. Gozobaro's death was not something I liked to talk about.

"I left your necklace."

"You what!?"

Surprise filled me as Bakura leaped up off the bed. He was going through my closet looking for something to cover his nakedness. He foud one of my good shirts and put it on. He did a terrible job buttoning it.

"Bakura, I'm sorry. I'll get you another one." I bargained.

He whirled on me, a wildness had overtaken his features.

"It wouldn't be the same. It was hers."

"Her who?" I asked softly rising and making my way over to where he stood.

He was in pain. I could tell from the way his voice sounded and how badly his body shook. I wrapped my arms around him to study him. We were in the mirror, my eyes fastened on our image and his movements. Bakura exposed the chest with the tattoo and for the first time I read it.

"Cecilia." I read aloud.

His head nodded against me.

"She was my mother. That necklace was the only thing I had left of her. I snatched it off her corpse before she was buried. He hated me for it."

"Who?"

"My father. It was okay, through. I followed after her."

At those words I let him go. Bakura wasn't alive. I knew that he only existed in this world but it never accrued my mind that he had had physical form.

"Don't leave me, Seto. I know you want to." Bakura's voice pleaded.

My arms went slack around him. I did want to be around him right now, but I owed him a lot. I kissed his hair before turning him to face me. I stared down at the creature I loved. Yes, I did love him.

"Take me, Seto." He urged throwing his arms around my neck.

I lifted him, carrying him to my bed. I was going to willing have sex for the first time in my life. The thought was scary. Bakura stretched out reaching for the bottle of lube and the box of condoms that appeared on my bedside.

"Hurt me. I won't mind." Bakura requested innocently.

I stared down at him. His face was twisted in a mixture of longing and inpatientance.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Don't you want revenge? Use me to let free all that pain they gave you." He whispered.

"Not on you." I replied softly I leaned downward bringing my mouth down on his just feel the softness of it. He opened up allowing me to taste his sweetness. Our tongues danced, hands exploring each others upper bodies, slender fingers running across now erect nipples. I moaned despite myself. I wanted this. He lifted his body upward pressing himself close to me. He pressed the round plastic object into my hand.

"Make it count." Bakura moaned.

I pushed him back down spreading his legs and positioning myself to come inside. I dressed my cock for the party before slicking it up with strawberry lube. Nice choice. I took it upon myself to slick up my fingers quickly inserting three inside to prepare him like he did me.

"…damn!" Bakura shrieked.

I didn't care rather it hurt him or not. He wanted this, so did I. Bakura then tossed one leg over my shoulder as I plunged inside his waiting hole.

"Damn Bakura! You're...so fucking tight!" I grunted pushing myself in deeper.

"I'm a virgin. All yours." He moaned.

Mine. All mine.

I rode him as hard as he would allow, working myself in and out of him.

"Stop teasing me!" Bakura shouted causing me to grin.

I decided to be a bastard and begin to slowly work myself in and out of him in leisurely strokes. Sensing his need, I enclosed my hand around his drowning member pumping him in time with my lazy thrusts. Growing tried of the game, Bakura contracted his muscles around my pulsating shaft. As soon as I came he disappeared as if everything that happened was a pleasant dream. I knew better. He had been real. We had sex, the box of condoms on by my bedside proved it as well as the tube of lube. I would bet my company that if I looked in the closet, my shirt would be gone. I had to figure this out.