A Series of One Shots

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Bakura hated his birthday. It was just another reminder of how old he was. Even if he was in the body of a 20-something year old, he still knew he should be nothing but a pile of dust.

He hated all the cheery greetings and ridiculously wrapped gifts and expectant eyes. He’d rather gouge his eyes out, dip himself in boiling acid, tear all his skin off then go through another birthday.

And yet, here he was. He swore they must happen more than once a year. His most hated day of the year.

The sun shone through the windows, he angrily popped one eye open, grumbling as he turned over in bed, pulling the comforter over him. Maybe he could just lie here all day. Pretend he was dead. Surely that could save a couple hours of torture.

And as if the gods of hell themselves had heard his wish, an annoying rapping ascended his ears, not planning on giving up anytime soon.

“Go away.” He groaned, flipping over in bed.

“Happy Birthday Bakura! Come on! I want you to open your gift before I have to go to school!” Ryou cheerfully called through the door.

“Fuck you.”

“Bakuuuuuuuuura!” Ryou whined, pounding on the door.

Bakura set his jaw, flipping the comforter back angrily and stomping to the door. He flung it open, staring through red, groggy eyes at his hikari who held a brightly packaged box in his hands. He held it out, grinning.

“Happy Birthday!” He called.

Bakura moodily looked from the package to him, roughly grabbing it and tearing the wrapping to shreds.

“What is it.” He gruffly spoke, turning the object side to side.

“It’s a birthday snow globe silly!”

Bakura stared at Ryou a moment in angry confusion. “And what the hell am I supposed to do with that?” He spat.

“Oh Kura.” Ryou giggled with a sigh, “I have to go. Happy Birthday!” He smiled, kissing Bakura on the cheek.

Bakura wiped at his cheek with a grumble, slamming the door shut and stomping back to bed. He flopped down, hoping to sleep just a few more hours…or maybe a few more days.

Another knock sounded through the room.

“Fuck! GO AWAY!”

“Are you suuuure?” The voice called.

Bakura sighed, “Come in.”

Yami grinned widely, stepping into the room.

“Its your favorite day of the year.”

“Fuck you.”

“Got you something.”

“Dammit Yami. You know I hate this fucking day. Why do you have to rub it in.”

Yami shrugged, “To torture you.” He smirked, handing a rolled up piece of paper to Bakura.

Bakura looked at the gift from the corner of his eye. Yami waved it in front of his face.

“Its just for memories. I know how much you like to remember everything.”

“Like destroying villages?”

“Something like that.” Yami smirked. Bakura grabbed the paper, unrolling it. He tried holding back the mischievous grin as he read the paper, not succeeding as he scrolled down the list.

“I forgot about number 5.”

“I didn’t.” Yami smirked.

ALL THE PLACES WE’VE FUCKED

On the kitchen counter

In Ryou’s bed

In Ryou’s bed while he’s asleep

On the couch

Putt Putt course

In the shower

On the floor

At the movies

At the park (slide)

At the park (swing)

At the park (merry-go-round)

Swimming pool

Dressing Room

Hot tub

Museum (Egyptian display)

Museum (Coat check)

Public Restroom

Kaiba Land

Backyard

Hotel

Seto’s Limo

Duel Arena

Tomb

Cemetery

In a bed

Pegasus’ Castle

Battle Ship

Kaiba’s Bed

With Kaiba

With Ryou

Sex shop

Ryou’s school

In the car

On the desk

In a chair

On a plane

Photobooth

Mall

Sewing Shop

Airport

In the air

On a helicopter

“Looks like you came up with a few.”

Yami shrugged, “Only 9 pages.”

Bakura scoffed, shaking his head as he went through the rest of the list.

“Damn, I think we need to do a couple of these again.”

“Yeah, number 37 was pretty hot.”

“Remember how close we came to getting caught?”

“I didn’t even fucking care by that point. Ra himself could’ve walked in and I still would’ve finished banging you.”

Bakura nodded with a laugh, flipping through the last few pages.

“So, what do you want to do today?”

“Fuck.”

Yami shrugged, “Okay.” Bakura threw the paper side, quickly crushing his lips to Yami’s.

The ex-pharaoh smirked against the kiss, pushing Bakura down roughly onto the bed and straddling him.

“So, how you want it?” He asked.

Bakura grinned sadistically up at the other, placing his hands on Yami’s hips.

“Actually, I think I want you to fuck me.”

Yami’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “Really?”

Bakura nodded, “I’m hoping Ra will walk in, I’d like to see his face and if you really would keep going.”

“Well, I am a God myself, perhaps I can summon him.” Yami replied, pulling his shirt off in a fluid moment. Bakura ran the tips of his callused fingers over the soft skin, letting his thumbs caress the nipples to hardness.

“You’re not that good, Yami.” Bakura rolled his eyes, licking his lips as Yami undid his jeans. He stayed straddling Bakura, pulling his half-hard cock out.

“Mmm now that’s what I like to see.” Bakura’s eyes glazed over, rolling his hips into Yami’s who groaned in appreciation. Yami leaned over the thief, pulling his face roughly to his. Their tongues fought each other, Yami giving in (as it was his birthday) and letting Bakura nip and suck at his tongue.

“Why don’t you sleep naked anymore?” Yami looked down at Bakura’s jeans, pulling at them.

“Ryou.” The thief rolled his eyes, wiggling out of the tight jeans. Yami kissed his way down his body, nipping and biting over the pale flesh. Bakura occasionally growling, arching up slightly when Yami hit a sensitive spot. Yami always did know how to put Bakura right on edge, using his hands and lips in a seamless way that felt like every nerve was being assaulted.

Yami’s hands teasingly ran around Bakura’s groin while his kisses went southward, he pressed his fingers needingly against Bakura’s pale inner thighs, he swirled his tongue around his navel, kissing down the small, white trail of hair that led to Bakura’s groin. He grabbed at his ass, taking his cock whole in one fluid moment. The thief cried out, hips bucking up into the delicious heat in surprise and lust.

He let his fingers roll Bakura’s sac in his hands, his tongue swirling around the head, flicking against the slit in teasing motions.

“Fuck you, Yami.” Bakura managed to growl out. Yami smirked, pushing the thief’s cock as far in as it would go.

“Better?” He said around the trepid flesh, smirking at the way Bakura’s head was thrown back from the slight vibrations.

He began to bob in and out, sucking as hard as he could, digging his fingers into Bakura’s hips. He was relentless, not slowing up even though Bakura began to grunt and pant more desperately. Yami hummed around the flesh, making the thief arch and whine from the tingling sensations it caused that raced through his body.

“Make…me…wait.” He managed. Yami pulled off immediately, crawling back up to Bakura.

“Whatever you say.” He pressed his lips to Bakura’s again, letting him taste himself on his lips. Bakura hungrily nipped at the salty lips, sucking and biting at them until he drew blood.

“Mmmm.” He groaned, lapping at the sweet liquid.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you yet?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Bakura flipped himself over to be on all fours, pushing back expectantly.

Yami ran his hands over Bakura’s backside, “Wait, one more thing.”

“What the hell noOOOOWWW.” Bakura cried out, feeling a tongue swipe around his entrance.

“FUCK YAMI!” He growled out, his arms shaky as he tried to keep from collapsing. Yami lapped at the puckered hole, laughing at the way Bakura keened and pushed back desperately, something the thief didn’t do often. He stuck his tongue in, hearing Bakura mewl and push back needingly as he did so. He pushed as far in as he could, flicking his tongue up and down inside before pushing back out to run along the edges before he would repeat the tortuous routine. He continued to flick and press his tongue hard against every spot, giving long, languorous licks to the entrance, feeling it quiver beneath him.

And then without a moment’s notice he quickly pulled back, ramming himself hard into the thief who cried out in a mixture of pain and surprise.

“Awww fuck we do need to do this more often.” Yami groaned, as his cock pulsed inside the encompassing heat.

“Just go.” Bakura ground out, bracing the headboard. Yami snapped his hips all the way in, smirking sadistically at Bakura’s wailing cry.

One thing he loved was that Yami never fucked around, he got right down to it. Bakura bit his lip to keep from calling out again as Yami began to ram into him without abandon.

“Fuck that’s good.” He cried.

“Well fucking make it good for me already!” Bakura growled. Yami angled himself differently, pushing in again.

“No.”

Yami adjusted again, snapping his hips forward roughly.

“FUCK!”

“Found it.” Yami grinned, keeping the same angle as he thrusted into Bakura.

Bakura could barely control his vocalizations as Yami pistoned in and out of him.

“Harder.”

“Fuck, I’m…going…as…hard…as I can.” Yami said between forceful thrusts that sent the headboard crashing into the wall.

“HARDER!” Bakura cried, his cock throbbing. Yami threw himself into Bakura, moaning with each thrust, Bakura doing the same. He was sure that bundle of nerves that made his vision go white each time they were hit would be black and blue tomorrow.

“Almost there.” Yami whined, panting heavily as he pushed in.

“Jack me off.” Bakura grunted, clutching onto the headboard for dear life as Yami reached between the sweat-slicked bodies and began roughly jerking on the neglected member.

“Hey, I forgot my—“ Bakura looked back to see Ryou standing in the doorway, his face as bright as a tomato.

“IS IT RA? IS IT RA?” Yami asked, not looking back and continuing to slam into Bakura.

“Its just Ryou, go away Ryou goddamitt!” Bakura cried out, the hikari quickly running out the room.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!!” Yami groaned, feeling his climax achingly close as he continued to jerk furiously on Bakura’s cock.

Bakura’s grip tightened on the headboard, sure to leave dents in the wood. His head was thrown back, groaning out obscenities as he finally exploded onto the board and sheets. Yami groaned in pleasure as the muscles clamped down on him, furiously and haphazardly throwing himself into Bakura until he came with a wailing cry.

“Fuck me.” Yami panted, falling onto the bed in a boneless mass.

“Maybe later.” Bakura breathlessly responded, slithering down the headboard to lie next to the ex-pharaoh.

“Not as good as the dressing room but better than the movies.” Yami sighed.

Bakura nodded, “Nothing’s going to beat that time.”

“Well, I’ve got a few choice selections prepared for you.”

“Oh really?”

Yami nodded knowingly, “I made another list of places left to do.” He leaned over the bed, ruffling through his belongings to pull out another rolled up piece of paper.

“On a boat, at the game shop, in the basement, at the laundry mat, with GRANDPA??” Bakura cried out.

Yami giggled, “With age comes wisdom my friend.”

“Oh you are sick. You are just sick.” Bakura shook his head, Yami laughing at the thief’s face of utter disgust. He scooted closer to Bakura, molding his body to the other.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks.” Bakura smiled.

AN: This was actually written for my roommate, jadelioness' birthday last Tuesday. Its her fav pairing--Happy Birthday! Sorry for the delay--been at Gen Con. Anyone else? I'll go back the request list now. Sorry for the interruption! :D

ALSO...sorry I haven't replied to anyone's reviews. I'll catch up at the next chapter. Just wanted to get this one out to you before I left :D