Maybe I Do

Maybe I Do

A dedication fic to Elle (Dreamcherry66 on ff.net) , who got all fluttery and scarily-shudders- happy at incest BakuraxRyou fics ... and since she did me a Yami angst story, this is the best way to repay her ^___^

Warnings : Incest! Yaoi! SEX! ^__^
Disclaimer : I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and if I did, I'm sure Elle would capture Bakura and Ryou from me anyway, so in any case I wouldn't own them for sure ^_^;
Summary : Ryou confesses in his big brother a secret he's sure his parents would hate him for ... and gets far more than he'd bargained for.

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Ryou sat at the kitchen table, running his finger round the rim of the mug, staring into the depths of his tea, hoping they would give him some indication of what to do.
He looked up as Bakura sat down, offered a watery smile, then looked back at his mug.
Bakura raised an eyebrow as he drained some coffee, "Why do you look like that damned rabbit died?"
"Mr Fluffyton is fine." Ryou mumbled.
"I didn't ask about his health. It's a.... a thing."
"A figure of speech?"
"Maybe." Bakura downed more coffee, "So, what is it?"
"It's nothing," Ryou said with a shake of his head, bangs fluttering.
"C'mon, if you can't tell your big brother, who can you tell?" Bakura pouted, fluttering his eyelashes. Ryou gave a snort.
"Bakura, you're far too evil looking to even try the innocent look."
Bakura gasped, "Why, dear brother, I am hurt, shocked and ashamed you think so lowly of me! I have every nerve to go and make sure that you look like Mr Fuckyton actually -"
"Bakura, I'm gay."
Bakura froze mid-sentence, mouth hanging open, eyes wide. Ryou propped his chin up on his hand, drumming his fingers on the table with a critical eyebrow raised.
Finally, after what seemed like hours and Bakura's mouth had suitably dried out, Ryou leaned forward and raised his brother's jaw again so that his teeth clicked. Bakura swallowed.
"You ... the 'good' son ... is gay?" he asked flatly. Ryou nodded, "Damnit, I wanted to be the one to give the old man a heart attack!"
Ryou grabbed Bakura's hand, the fear shining in his eyes, "They won't disown me, will they?! Please say they won't disown me!"
"Not if you become a big fancy lawyer before you tell 'em," Bakura said.
"But I can't take this anymore! I've never kept anything from them!"
Bakura sighed, patting Ryou's hands that were locked around his own, cutting off the blood circulation, "Dearest little brother. I love you, and feel it's my greatest ambition in life to protect you. That's why I'm not going to let you tell them until I can teach you to not care about them. And on that note, how many guys have you fucked?"
Aghast, Ryou drew his hands back, "Bakura! I haven't!"
"Okay, that's less on my list of people to kick the shit out of."
"Oh Bakura, please!"
"Only my lovers say that, so you don't." Bakura said, "Look, if you want, I can tell them I'm gay too, and that will take the edge of you, they'll assume it was my influence, throw me out, disown me, whatever, and wait until you're 'purified' ... which, of course, you may never be, but either way it should work."
"But ... you're not ..."
Bakura smirked, "Who says I'm not?"
Ryou stared at him, "You mean .... and you didn't ... how long ... ?!"
"Yes, I didn't tell you because I was worried I might poison your delicate mind and a year or so now." Bakura answered easily, getting up to get another mug of coffee.
"So," Ryou said nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair, "How many guys have you fucked?"
Bakura choked on his fresh mug of coffee, causing Ryou to snigger.
"Come on, you can't be that embarrassed," Ryou scoffed.
"Eight." Bakura muttered darkly.
"Really?" Ryou's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, "You must be very good in bed by now."
Bakura groaned, clutching the worktop and casting his gaze to the ceiling, "God, give me strength!"
"Were you always on top? I don't imagine you being on the bottom."
Bakura snorted, "Yes, always on top. And a lot of people do say I am a very good lover ... but I'm sure you don't want to find out for yourself."
Ryou paused for a minute and then, in a barely audible voice, spoke. "Maybe I do."
Bakura whirled around, staring at Ryou in fear, "Wh-what?!"
The younger brother swallowed, staring at the kitchen floor, "Maybe I would like to know."
Bakura took a few deep breaths before focusing his eyesight on his little brother, "Uh ... then I'm sure I can call some people ..."
Ryou buried his face in his hands, "I'm so sorry!" he whispered, "I know it's wrong but I can't help it! You'll probably hate me now but ... I ... Bakura!" he whimpered, raising his head to look at his brother with tear filled eyes, "I ... think I ... I'm in love with you!" he wailed, then promptly covered his face again.
Bakura went to squat before his brother, gently prising his hands away. Ryou sniffled, staring at Bakura.
"I couldn't hate you if I tried, you stupid little faggot," he muttered, suddenly rearing up to crush his lips over Ryou's.
Ryou's eyes remained wide open, Bakura's screwed shut as he rose to his feet, never breaking the kiss. He grabbed Ryou's thighs, hoisting him off the chair. Ryou squeaked against the taller boy's mouth, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs his waist as he allowed himself to be carried to their parents' room.
He finally broke off, "Mum and dad's room?!"
"Why the hell not? They're going to condemn us either way." Bakura shrugged, dropping Ryou down on the bed, sliding over him to kiss him again, this time running his tongue along Ryou's lower lip. Ryou shivered, his lips parting to allow Bakura's purging tongue access. Bakura nipped at the full lower lip with his teeth.
"Want this?" he asked, grinding his hips against Ryou. Ryou bit his lip, nodding. "Sure?"
"M-More than sure!"
Bakura sat up, straddling the smaller boy. He slowly started to unfasten the buttons of Ryou's white shirt. Ryou stared up at the ceiling, too many thoughts running through his head to focus on just one. What if their parents came home and found them? Would they disown them both? And if they didn't find them, what then? What was going to happen after this?
Suddenly, his nipple was engulfed in a hot wet, and all thoughts were driven from his mind as his nerve endings lit up. Bakura's tongue swirled around the pink little nub of flesh, teasing it out. Ryou moaned, writhing under the wicked tongue. His crotch was already burning, and with Bakura's body grinding continually against him, it could only get worse.
The tongue and mouth vanished and Bakura sat up again, tossing his head to flick his bangs back. Ryou watched as Bakura pulled his muscle shirt over his head, shaking out his hair, his body lithe and cat like. He raised his shaky hands, trailing his fingertips over the smooth, solid flesh. He tore his eyes away from that perfect physique to look up to his brother's eyes. Something soft and gentle resounded within them. He swallowed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked quietly. Bakura reached out, cupping Ryou's chin.
"Just admiring how beautiful you are, Ry-kun," he murmured, lowering his mouth back to Ryou's. This kiss was sensuous, their lips melting together as Bakura's hands slid along Ryou's waist, meeting the waistband of his jeans. Bakura ran his finger along the inside of them, pulling his mouth away to tug at the button.
Ryou bit his lip again, forcing his gaze up to the ceiling. He'd never gone this far with anyone before. Ever.
He allowed Bakura to slide his jeans off his legs, then felt the hesitation of Bakura's hands, before they regained their normal hell-have-me attitude and tore away the boxers.
Ryou screwed his eyes shut, painfully aware of how naked and vulnerable he was, erection sticking out to greet Bakura. Perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
In his own world behind his closed eyes, he wasn't aware of Bakura until his mouth came down on Ryou's cock, sending sharp shocks of lightning through Ryou's body. He gave a small cry, immediately wriggling his hips to try and force more of himself deeper inside this burning cavern. Bakura tightened his lips, keeping a specified amount of flesh in his mouth as his hands worked around Ryou's base, trailing up and down the silky skin.
Bakura's tongue pressed at the tip, nudging. Ryou suddenly found it much too hard to breathe. His hands groped to find handfuls of Bakura's surprisingly silky hair, clutching them, working to drive his hips forward and Bakura's head down.
Bakura, caught off guard, slipped down Ryou's length, engulfing it all. Ryou gave a sharp cry, his hips jerking. Bakura grasped his thigh, tightening his lips again, pulling up slowly. Ryou gasped, the air cold against the wet skin as Bakura flicked his mouth off the end.
"Eager, aren't you?" he smirked, then wrapped his mouth around Ryou again, increasing the intensity.
Ryou's hips bucked, his rapid, high gasps resonating for every motion of Bakura's mouth. If he had thought it wicked before, he had known nothing then. This, he realised, as he neared sweet release, was the best sin he'd ever committed.
He came with a loud shout, the pleasure wrapping around him as Bakura's mouth had done to his cock, which spilled forth it's life giving seed, until Ryou slumped, spent.
Bakura smirked, leaning over Ryou, cum staining his lips and cheeks. His tongue came out to run around his mouth, lapping up what he could reach, leaving what he couldn't where it was.
"Enjoy?" he murmured. Breathless, Ryou nodded. "Because there's more to come."
Ryou gaped, but Bakura climbed off of him. Curious, Ryou raised himself onto his elbows, watching Bakura rummage through their mother's cupboards. Finally, he pulled out a small tube, smirking.
"Typical. Old man can't get it up." he said. Ryou cringed.
"That isn't ..."
"KY jelly, what else?" Bakura informed his brother triumphantly, tossing the tube onto the bed before yanking off his jeans, tossing them somewhere beside Ryou's, then yanked off his boxers before strutting to Ryou, who gulped.
"Bakura ... that is not going ... inside me ... is it?"
"Darn tootin'," Bakura said cheerfully, "Don't worry, it won't hurt after a few minutes."
"Oh .. God ..."
"Hey, don't worry," Bakura said, slathering lube over his fingers, starting to prod gently at Ryou's entrance, rubbing his brother's stomach with his other hand, "Just relax, I've never hurt you before ... well, meant to hurt you before, have I?"
Ryou shook his head.
"Well, I'm not gonna start now. Besides, pain is pleasure."
"I hope you're right."
Bakura opened his mouth to ask when he wasn't right, but promptly shut it again. Instead, he focused on sliding one finger inside Ryou. Ryou winced.
"Loosen up, it won't hurt as much," Bakura scolded. Ryou took a few calming breaths, forcing his muscles to relax. Bakura slid in a second finger, forming scissor motions to stretch further. Cautiously, he entered a third finger. Ryou gave a little pained cry and arched his back off the bed.
Bakura took out his fingers, then applied more lube before coating himself. He took hold of Ryou's hips, pulling him closer. Ryou took a few more breaths, his hands bunching up around the sheets, legs falling apart to either side of Bakura.
Bakura positioned himself, his cock nudging gently. Ryou closed his eyes. Slowly, Bakura began to ease himself inside. Ryou whimpered, biting down on his lips hard enough to draw blood, his hips writhing as he was slowly stretched to sheath Bakura. Finally, the movement stopped, Bakura completely sheathed in the hot, tight wrap. Ryou let out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding, his brother's defined hips pressing against his thighs. Cautiously, he moved his body so that he could wrap his legs around Bakura's waist tightly, in effect drawing Bakura even further in.
Bakura's grip on Ryou's hips tightened, his breathing shallow.
"Alright?" he croaked. Ryou nodded, his eyes cloudy. Bakura swallowed, then gently eased himself back. Ryou hissed, his back arching as Bakura slid back down. Another gentle thrust, and the pain lessened. A couple more, and it was barely even there. Ryou relaxed. Bakura grinned, pulling back out.
"Here we go then," he murmured, slamming down.
Ryou screamed, Bakura slamming against that oh-so-sensitive spot that set sparks off, dancing in his eyes. Electricity jolted through his body, and he barely had time to moan his brother's name when the spot was hit again. He cried out, clutching the sheets, his head thrashing as Bakura slammed into him, seemingly deeper and deeper, hitting the same spot, igniting nerves Ryou had never known existed before, each one of them burning fiercely and drawing him closer and closer to release.
"Enjoying yourself?" Bakura panted.
"Harder!" Ryou mewed in response. Bakura gave a wry laugh, but complied.
"You're a fucking prick tease, do you know that?" Bakura crowed, just as a scream high enough to shatter glass rang through the apartment, just as Ryou let out a scream of his own, his cock once again spurting forth it's seed.
Bakura looked up sharply, feelings of dread washing over him. He was cock deep in his little brother's ass, on his parents' bed, butt naked and slathered in KY Jelly. With both parents standing in complete and utter horror.
Ryou propped himself up on his elbows again, swallowing, looking up at Bakura, "Well ... at least we don't have to worry about telling them ..."
Bakura groaned as his mother fainted. He was now officially going to hell.