Steam: A Lemon Interlude

Title: Steam (1 of 1)
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh
Pairing: Bakura/Ryou
Rating: NC17.
Date written: summer 2004. Edited 10/1/2005
Warnings: Explicit male/male sex, masturbation, anal play, all that good stuff. And not much else! This would also fall under the category of "ghost sex" if there was such a category.

Spoilers: a scene from the Monster World segment of the manga is referred to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh or these characters, I'm not Kazuki Takahashi, I'd love to be making money from writing but I'm not making a cent.

(Author's Notes: Bakura - Yami Bakura, the Spirit of the Ring. Ryou = Ryou Bakura, the host. This is the NC17 out-take from my barely PG13 rated story "Anything's Possible," a crossover with the Disney series "Kim Possible." (Available on ffnet and Mediaminer under my penname Tsutsuji.) Bakura has enlisted evil genius Dr. Drakken to make him his own body. Drakken has agreed to make the body but is holding Ryou prisoner because he wants the powerful, magic Ring, which Bakura has made invisible to him. In the meanwhile, Ryou gets the chance to take a shower...

Italics indicate silent mental speech between Bakura and Ryou.

"Yadonushi" = host, landlord, master (of the house), a word the Spirit of the Ring uses for Ryou in the manga. I think it makes a nice pet name.)

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Steam
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"I'm disgusting," Ryou said, wrinkling his nose, "and my hair is hopeless."

Nonsense, Bakura said. You're perfect. Just wait until I have my own hands to grab you with...

Ryou smiled, feeling warmth spread through his skin at the thought. But he shook his head to clear it a bit and stepped into the shower stall. In a few seconds, steaming hot water engulfed him, while Bakura's steamy thoughts continued to flicker through his mind.

For several minutes, Ryou simply stood in the stream of hot water with his eyes closed, letting it soak away aches and pains and the grime of travel and captivity. He ran his fingers through his tangled hair. He didn't have shampoo or soap, or even a towel, but that didn't matter at the moment. The hot water alone was luxurious. For a little while he didn't even really notice Bakura's thoughts murmuring in his mind.

Mmm... Ryou...

He blinked in surprise, letting water cascade into his eyes. He tuned in again to the spirit's thoughts. They were hazy and vague as Bakura shared in Ryou's sense of pleasure in the steaming shower.

The thought flickered through a private part of Ryou's mind that he would miss this when they were separate, this sharing of thought and sensation. He'd had this one small doubt all along, but he'd managed to hide it, knowing how much Bakura wanted his own body and his own life. This time, his other self caught a glimpse of his concern.

I thought you were tired of hearing me inside your head, Bakura chided gently.

"Sometimes," Ryou admitted, "but only when you're bitching about everything and going on about sending everyone to the Shadow Realm. Really, you know.... I'll miss it."

Heh. That's not how you used to be. 'Get out of my head! Go away!' You weren't very friendly at first!

"You scared me! And you were mean to my friends! What did you expect? But it's not like that anymore. It's going to seem so... so quiet in my head. And I like having you know what I'm feeling."

I like that too. But don't worry, Yadonushi, the spirit said. As long as you wear the Ring, this bond of thought between us will remain.

"Really?" Ryou smiled, feeling relieved. "Good."

He had not dared to take off the Ring to leave with his clothes right outside the shower, so it lay against his chest, shining wet. Droplets fell from the spikes like water dripping from melting icicles. He touched it, and watched it gleam against his pale, wet skin.

The spirit appeared standing before him, translucent, like a reflection cast on the steamy air. Drops of water passed through him. Unfelt hands came up to cup Ryou's face, and red-brown eyes stared into his.

But, besides thought, there is so much more we will be able to share, Bakura said. The lips of the apparition moved, but Ryou knew the voice was only in his mind. He leaned his cheek against the ghostly hand, even though he could only feel water and steam on his skin.

"I know," he said, smiling.

The spirit smiled back, but it was a sultry smile, and his eyes smoldered.

Soon, Bakura thought, fading from sight. But for now...

Ryou felt a shift in his consciousness. It was almost as if Bakura was taking over, yet he remained fully aware and didn't fall into the dream-like sense of things he had when Bakura was in control. He felt something on his skin, like the touch of a hand. With a start, he realized that it was his own hand, but he was no longer in control of it. It was now Bakura's hand that slid across the wet skin of his chest.

He watched it move with fascination. It was ironic that Bakura had first learned this technique of taking control of a single limb from him, back when he'd fought against the spirit to help free Yugi and the others from the Shadow Game of Monster World. That was a year ago, and much had happened since.

They hadn't really understood each other then at all. Since then, Bakura's twisted, protective affection for his host, and Ryou's initial baffled horror at Bakura's presence, had developed into acceptance, mutual respect, and finally desire. Now, they knew each other much better. Although they were still trapped together in one body, they'd found ways to express their longing for each other... like this. Bakura trailed his fingers up Ryou's neck and chin to touch his lips.

An image flashed in Ryou's mind at the touch, and he flushed hotter than the steaming water. He'd been fiercely ashamed the first time Bakura had caught him thinking about being kissed, until he discovered that the spirit liked the idea as much as he did.

For now, I can only touch your lips like this, Bakura continued. He traced the shape of Ryou's lips with his fingertip, and then let his finger slip between them.

Ryou closed his lips around it and sucked gently. He couldn't feel the sensation in the fingertip, but he could sense the spirit's reaction to it as arousal rippled through his body. He curled his tongue around the tip and sucked harder, pulling one finger and then another into his mouth. Bakura's thought became a moan of pleasure.

He'd started to become aroused earlier, while he'd undressed with Bakura watching appreciatively in the mirror, but then he'd become distracted by the simple pleasure of soaking in the hot water. Now, his arousal returned with greater force. With his own hand, he touched his swelling erection, making sure that Bakura could feel this as clearly as he did.

More... the spirit urged.

Ryou complied by sucking Bakura's fingers and stroking his cock with the same rhythm. As he grew hard, his hips rocked into his hand, moving with their shared desire. They both felt waves of pleasure coursing through Ryou's body.

Touch me, please, Ryou thought.

The fingers slipped from his lips, caressing his face for a moment before moving downward. Ryou sensed Bakura's delight in the feel of smooth, wet skin, and the curve of muscle over bone as his hand roamed over Ryou's chest.

Like this? Bakura asked, as his fingers fondled one nipple.

Ryou moaned in answer. The touch seemed to light a line of fire to his groin. His own hand slid up and down his hardened length, keeping the pressure light and slow for now. Bakura's hips - as it seemed to Ryou - swayed sensuously, thrusting in slow rhythm into his fisted hand.

"Bakura... my spirit..." he murmured as Bakura's hand played with his other nipple in turn, tweaking it to a hard nub. "My shadow...."

Ryou's eyes were closed. Water beat against his upturned face and cascaded down his body in warm waves.

Bakura's hand brushed over the Ring and then continued downward, while the spirit's thoughts continued to remind Ryou of what he would be doing if he had his own two hands and his own body at this moment.

I want to touch every inch of you, feel you against my skin, taste you...

Ryou imagined Bakura standing there, hands all over him, mouth against him licking the water off his skin, teeth nipping here and there. He whimpered with longing for it.

Bakura's hand covered his, wrapped around his erection, warm and wet.

Allow me, Bakura said.

He nudged Ryou's awareness to shift slightly, so that Ryou suddenly found his hardness gripped by the spirit's firm hand. His own hand fell away, and Bakura pumped him, slowly increasing the pace. He threw his arm up against the wall of the shower to steady himself as his hips bucked and his knees suddenly felt weak. He cried out, water running into his mouth.

Into his mind came a clear picture, Bakura's vision of the two of them: Bakura stood behind him, pressed against his back with arms around him tightly, and fisted his cock just like this. Ryou felt like he was falling into that vision. He moaned again. His longing for that reality was almost painful.

I want you so much, he thought helplessly, unable to speak the words as his breath had become ragged. Touching me.... inside of me...

"Yes," Bakura moaned through his lips.

The spirit's hand slid lower, reaching under Ryou's balls and further back. Ryou spread his legs and bent his knees, so that Bakura's fingers could reach the sensitive skin behind his balls and find his opening. He bowed his head, lost in the sensation. Flushed with the steaming heat of the shower and his arousal, he felt himself melt against Bakura's probing touch.

Please, Bakura... please! he pleaded silently.

In another flash, he saw Bakura and himself again. This time he was bending forward, legs spread, as Bakura entered him from behind.

Yes, my Light. Bakura's slick fingers entered him and he cried out again. Bakura moaned his desire and his longing deep in Ryou's throat.

Stimulated by Bakura's welcome invasion, Ryou's erection demanded attention. He braced his back against a corner of the shower, legs spread and knees bent, and once again took his hardness in hand, sending the sensation of it back to Bakura. He began to pump harder and faster, with Bakura's fingers pressing deeper inside of him.

The visions shattered into shards of sensation passing between them like sparks, like lightning flashing within a cloud. Ryou continued to plead in his mind, as the spirit seemed to reach ever deeper inside. Their panting breath echoed in the shower stall, their sweat mingled with the pouring water. Bakura's fingers moved in and out, and in again. Ryou pressed onto them, crying out loudly. Their thoughts blended and their one body seemed to melt into liquid heat.

Want you... Bakura's thought cried out in his mind, and they came hard and suddenly, together. Ryou's body shuddered, Bakura's finger thrust inside of them, and their seed spilled onto Ryou's hand.

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Ryou was still catching his breath when the hot water finally gave out. With both of his hands in control again, he quickly reached for the knobs and turned off the water. It was a little bit late for the cold shower, after all!

He cursed softly as he remembered that he didn't have a towel. He shook himself off and tried to finger-comb his bedraggled hair. His legs felt like water and he shivered in the chill air after the heat of the shower. He felt almost too exhausted to stand any longer, but at the same time he felt light and loose and pleasantly tired.

"I guess it really will be a good thing when you've got your own body," he said out loud to the spirit, who was back to being a presence in his mind - a rather sleepy, self-satisfied presence at the moment. "I'm not sure my body can take much more of that!"

He sensed Bakura smiling smugly.

Just wait, Yadonushi. If you think you feel good and worn out now, just you wait...

Grinning and yawning, Ryou staggered out of the bathroom. He drew his pants on but, used his shirt as a towel and then draped it over the chair to dry. He stood for a moment in the darkened room, feeling himself in all the parts of his body again.

He laid his hand over the Ring, pressing it against his skin. Into his mind came one more vision: the two of them lying together, Bakura behind him with his arms wrapped around Ryou and their legs entangled. He sighed.

Soon... Bakura thought. Ryou nodded, smiling.

He crawled into the bed, and slept more soundly than he'd done since they'd left Japan.

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(AN: There are three sources of inspiration for this scene. One is the segment during the Monster World arc in the manga, where Ryou controls the action of Bakura's hand for a while. The second is the wonderful bath scene between Yugi and Yami in Cody's story "Best Friends." The third is a beautiful piece of fanart, "Ryou Touching Himself" by (I believe) SilverFoxfire. My mind put those ideas and images together with my love for Bakura/Ryou and came up with this.

I hope you enjoyed this little interlude as much as Ryou and Bakura did!)