Love Reflicted in thine Eyes
Love Reflicted in thine Eyes
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Title:
Love reflected through thine eyes.
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be a children show and certain characters would always be clad in black
leather.
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wouldn’t be what it is now. Thank you so much for your help, ideas, and
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Challenge
Sentence: Once an evil guy bent on world domination, ALWAYS an evispanspan>
guy bent on
world domination.
Love
Reflected Through Thine Eyes
By:
“Yami! How could you!” Ryou yelled at his Yami.
“Hey,
once an evil guy bent on world domination, ALWAYS an evil guy bent on world
domination.” Bakura smirked.
“But
still! How could you attack a school like that? And with
squirt guns filled with paint in army fatigues. They don’t know about
you, so I am getting suspended from school…” Ryou’s chocolate colored eyes
filled with tears as he went on, “And how does attacking a school qualify as
world domination?”
“Aw
Ryou, don’t cry. You get to spend two weeks spending quality time with me. And
it counts as world domination because by doing what I did, I am getting the
young minds of today to like you/me, us so that later on, when I need an army
of minions, they will follow me blindly like little sheep,” Bakura answered.
“That’s
not the real reason… You did this because you felt lonely and in need of my
attention, didn’t you?” Ryou replied.
//Since
when did you become a shrink?//
/Don’t
lie to me! Admit it./
//Admit
what? I did this because you have been so busy in school lately, and I just
thought you needed a vacation. What’s wrong with that?//
/Yami…
You shot my friends and people I have to wit with everyday with paint! Not only
that you shot my teachers and principal too…/
Ba
la
laughed insanely. //Ah… but you have to deal with me for the rest of your life.//
Ryou
sighed. /But back to the issue… I know you did this because you were lonely
//Maybe
a little…//
/Just
a little
//Well
when was the last time we spent time together?//
Bakura asked defensively, an undercurrent of hurt running through his words.
/So
you admit it? You were lonely?/
//All right, damn it.
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I’ve been… lonely, and I did do this to get your attention… You’ve been
so busy with schoolwork that I can’t remember the last time we kissed…// “Or
you cuddled with me…” Bakura muttered.
“What
was that? I haven't cuddled with you?”
Bakura
muttered something unintelligible, going vaguely pink.
Ryou laughed
softly. “I'm sorry. Sorry that you felt you needed to do all that to get my
attention. I love you, Yami. You know you can always get my attention wit
at
acting up. Or if you didn't, you do now. Now, what was that about cuddling…?”
“You
know how I like to cuddle… There, I admit it. Can we cuddle now?” Bakura asked,
seeing that Ryou had forgiven him.
“Of course. But…” Ryou trailed off.
“Oh
no… There’s a but,” Bakura answered, dreading what was
coming.
“Say
it.”
“No.”
“Say
it.”
“Okay.
I love you.”
“Yes,
but no. I am looking for three other words.”
“I am
sorry?”
“Those
are the words. But are you really sorry?” Ryou smirked, toying with his Yami.
“Well,
um, yes?” Bakura replied hopefully. “Can we cuddle now?”
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Ryou
didn’t answer, he just bridghe she space between them
and embraced the taller silver-haired boy.
“I’ll never be too busy for you, Yami. You come first. You always will,”
he whispered against Bakura’s neck as he began to nibble on the tender flesh
there, focusing on a particular sensitive spot.
Bakura
moaned, desperately trying to keep his control from shattering. “If you keep
that up... if you keep going I... I don't think I'll
be able to stop...”
“Remember
how I’d said I wanted to wait? Well, I want to give myself to you tonight,”
Ryou said nervously. ‘And I even prepared for it. I hope I am a good lover.’
Bakura
didn’t respond. He just captured Ryou’s lips in a fierce kiss, grabbed his
lover, and carried him off to bed.
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//I
want you so much Ryou. But I will go slow for you… To
show you all the pleasures I can. You mean so much to
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mso-bidi-font-family:"Courier New"'>/ ‘More than I can tell you.’
Ryou's
lips trembled, and he whimpered as his lover's tongue slipped slowly into his
mouth, exploring the territory. Small sighs and gasps escaped him when the
kisses trailed down his neck…
/Oh...
Please don't stop.../ Ryou suddenly paused, uncertain and nervous. /Yami
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//Mm
hmm?//
/Have
you ever... Done this before?/
//Yes,
but never with anyone that makes me feel the way you do.//
/I… I’m
a little scared./ Ryou began to moan, as Bakura
unbuttoned his shirt, nibbling
on the flesh underneath as it was exposed.
//Don’t
be scared. I won’t hurt you.//
‘It won’t be like my first time.’ Pain flowed through the Yami as he remembered
the terrible events that had happened millennia ago. Mentally shaking himself,
he returned to the boy in his arms.
Bakura
trailed his experienced tongue down his love’s muscular chest, enjoying the
taste of his slightly salty flesh. He flicked it over Ryou’s nipple and smirked
when Ryou gasped.
“Would
you like me to go lower?” Bakura asked with a smile.
“Yes…
But I want to… Iwanttoseeyoufirst.” Ryou finished the
last part in a rush.
“You
want to see me first,” Bakura translated with a smile. He got up from the bed
and stared into Ryou’s chocolate colored eyes. Holding the other’s gaze, he
slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Unable
to control the trembling in his hands, he unbuckled his pants and slowly slid
them down. He stood there in boxers, nervous under Ryou’s gaze.
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“You’re
beautiful,” Ryou said, his voice thick with desire and appreciation.
“No
more so than you are,” Bakura whispered. With hands that were still quavering
from nerves, he slipped off his boxers and stood before Ryou’s passion filled gaze. ‘No one has
ever called me beautiful.’
Ryou
reached out a hand towards him. “Can I touch you?”
Bakura
looked at him shaken, the realization of just how much he loved and cared for
this person in front of him burning away the last vestiges of his control.
“Sure.”
Nervously,
Ryou ran his fingers through the silvery white hair so similar to his own. He
pressed shaking hands against Bakura’s cheek, unsure where to touch.
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"How do I bring you pleasure?"
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“By
placed it on his chest.
Ryou's
fingers tentatively began to explore the taut flesh of his older lover. Bakura
trembled because, even though he'd had many lovers, none of them had ever
touched him the way this did.
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Hesitantly,
Ryou pulled his Yami onto the bed and on top of him, kissing the other softly.
“Yami… I want… I want… Please?” The pleading in Ryou’s voice was undeniable.
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kissed him with as much tenderness and passion as he could, while his hand
grasped at Ryou’s pants as he attempted to undo the zipper. “Curse these damn
things! They never had them in
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mso-bidi-font-family:"Courier New"'>.” They both laughed as Ryou helped him
with the zipper and then the nervousness came back full throttle as the smaller
one shimmied out of his pants and boxers and lay naked underneath his lover.
//By
Ra! Do you know how much I love you?//
Ryou
looked at him and felt his eyes go teary. /You normally never say it, but yes
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//I
know that being in bed making love isn’t the normal time to do this, but we’ve
never been normal, so Ryou will you marry me?//
“Marry
you?” Ryou asked. “Yes… but wait until I’m done with school, okay?”
“I
would wait forever,” Bakura said. “But for now, lets
go back to making love…” Capturing Ryou’s mouth in a kiss, he gently touched
his hardened member causing the smaller one to writhe, moan and arch himself
off the bed.
“Ba-Bakura…
More…” he pleaded desperately. Bakura complied with a satisfied smirk while he
trailed his lips down Ryou’s body, and soon he replaced his hand with his
mouth.
He
began to lick Ryou’s soft velvety tip. Enjoying the
sounds his lover was emitting, he began to lick from the tip downward and then
he took all of Ryou into his mouth. He began to bob his head up and down and
side to side, alternating between sucking and licking.
Ryou
let out a strangled scream at the pleasure Bakura’s lips and tongue gave him.
It felt so good, and he could see Bakura’s head and luscious lips swallowing
his member.
/Ba-Bakura
I’m going to…/
//Not
yet.// Bakura grinned devilishly at him and pulled his
mouth completely off Ryou’s erection.
/Please
needing release.
Bakura
didn’t respond; insteadbegabegan to kiss Ryou’s lips.
//Do you
have any lube?//
/Yes…
On top of the nightstand./ Ryou was unable to keep the
nervousness away. Soon, he would be Bakura’s.
Bakura
grabbed the lube and grinned; it was hazel nut coffee scented. He opened the
cap and squeezed some on his fingers. Pushing Ryou’s legs up and farther apart,
he trailed one finger up the other’s thigh, towards his goal. //Don’t be so
nervous relax,// he said, ignoring his desire to just
pound into the trembling boy beneath him.
Bakura
slid a finger into Ryou’s entrance. It was so tight,
he became even more aroused thinking about just how that sweet tightness would
feel once he wheatheathed in it.
Ryou
tensed and then relaxed as his Yami’s probing finger brought waves of pleasure
to him. He moaned louder as a second lubed finger joined the first. /Oh…/
//…//
Bakura didn’t say anything, just sent waves of love and desire through their
link. He added yet another finger into Ryou’s entrance, stretching him. Once he
was satisfied that Ryou was as well stretched as possible, he slathered an
excessive amount of lubricant onto his hard member and positioned himself on
top of Ryou.
“Bakura…
do it,” Ryou pleaded; he could feel Bakura’s warmth and his velvety hardness
sed sed near his entrance. He moaned in pleasure and in pain as Bakura slowly
thrust in.
//Did
it hurt you, beloved?// Bakura’s mind voice was
gentle.
/Not
enough for you to stop…/
Bakura
began to thrust and Ryou began arching his hips upward attempting to meet him,
thrust for thrust. But he couldn't keep it up, and soon the pleasure
overwhelmed him so all he could do was lay there moaning and writhing while
Bakura thrust into him.
//Look
into my eyes.//
Ryou looked into the chocolate colored eyes so much
and with sure hands began to caress Ryou’s erect
manhood.
Ryou moaned into Bakura's mouth; the
sensations were overwhelming, and he was so close to release.
/Oh
god!!!/
Bakura
let out a loud yell; he was so close and Ryou felt so
warm and tight.
//Oh
RA!!!!!!!!!//
Ryou arched up meeting his thrusts again, while caressing
“Bakura!” Ryou shouted, reaching his climax at
the same time as Bakura.
“Ryou!” Bakura screamed as he reached the pinnacle of pleasure. He
panted, holding still for a moment as he road out the ebbing tide of bliss,
then pulled out and lay against Ryou, kissing him softly.
“I
love you Ryou… For you alone.. and
to you alone… I will always belong. And I will be nice to your friends for
you.” He whispered.
“I
love you Bakura. I am yours forever.” Ryou kissed his cheek, opened his arms
wrapped Bakura in a tight embrace, yawning tiredly.
/By
the way, since I have been busy, I think we should get you a hobby
//A hobby? Could I steal stuff?//
/No
Yami… I don’t want to end up in prison. How about knitting?/
//Knitting?
What am I, gay? …Wait, don’t answer that… How about something manly
/How
about painting?/
//No,
too boring.//
/Coloring
Bakura
sighed mentally. //No… Hey I know! How about I take up video games? That way I
can kill people and stuff…//
/All
right./
//Really?//
/Yes,
really, but I still want you to take knitting classes. Maybe it’ll teach you
patience and…/ Ryou trailed off as Bakura kissed him. /I love you, Yami.../
//I
love you too, Ryou. But I won’t take up knitting. How about I make love to you
every night instead?//
/Please
do./
With
that the two lovers feel asleep in each other’s arms.
The
end
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I need a tissue now…