Aquilus-Lacuna Amor

Aquilus-Lacuna Amor


Ummm...my first fic....I've always wanted to write something...but was either too lazy or some other excuse. I really can never get into writing too much, I lose interest real fast, so this is just going to be a one-shot thing. I figure there's not enough Ryou/Bakura brother incest fics around here, so I'd thought I would make one. Please no flames, unless your criticism is stated in an articulate way. I'm not even going to acknowledge ones like 'Stop making Bakura and Ryou gay' or some other shit like that.

Disclaimer- Wow, I never thought I would ever do one of these. Anyway, I don't own Yu-gi-oh, sadly. It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi, but If It did belong to me, there would be a whole lot of more fucking. Malik, Marik, Bakura, and Ryou would be in every episode, and Anzu[Tea] would be used as a pin-cushion.
I do however, own quite a few yaoi doujinshi from the series.

Notes- Might be a couple of mistakes. I tried to revise as best as I could, but the usage of those damn quotation marks confused me -_-" Yes, I am stupid when it comes to those things and ending them with either a comma or an acutual punctuation mark. Most of you probably don't know what I'm talking about...Oh well....it makes sense to me in my screwed up mind. Sex noises also are hard to come up with for me....when I'm reading a lemon, and I see things like 'AHHHHH UHHHHNNNN YES' I burst out laughing. It sounds funny in my mind, like the two people fucking are some wild animals. About reviews, I would like to get at least 1 review for this fic.....though I mainly wrote this just to prove to myself that I could. So even if I don't get any reviews.....I'll still love this story. But if you do like this fic, do feel free to review.

Thinking- 'Fuck'
Talking- "Fuck"

WARNINGS- YAOI, MALE X MALE SEX, INCEST BETWEEN BROTHERS, DON'T READ IF DON'T LIKE!

Bakura glanced sideways at his grandfather clock encased in silver. He was seated in a cozy black velvet recliner, and slight ticking noises rumbling from the second hand's click seemed to get louder and louder, engulfing the whole house, hypnotically swaying him into his thoughts. It created an eerie feeling to the room which he currently resided in, the sound echoeing throughout the walls, thumping heavily into his eardrums. No trace of artificial light to be found, all the lamps and switches had been turned off due to Bakura's pure hate for light. The only thing preventing a pitch black oblivion, also known as a comfortable lair to Bakura, was the small amount of dull illuminance that managed to escape through small cracks in the blinds. It seemed like it was about to rain if you were outside looking at the sky, but moist drops refused to fall. The setting was perfect, actually ironic, for what he was planning to do to his little brother, Ryou.

'Ah yes', he thought with a smirk. 'Sweet little Ryou'. He licked his lips at the thought of the younger boy, and continued grinning pervertedly. He had always had a thing for his brother, and never truly acted upon his desires[well, with his hand, but that's not the point], that is until today. Actually fuck that.......he had it bad and it was a BIG thing, to the point of obsession. Ah, he remembered, the seemingly sweet embraces and light kisses on the cheek shared between them. If one were to look close enough, though, they could see that Bakura's hands were a few inches too near Ryou's ass when embracing him, and that the mere kisses on the cheek were dangerously close to to his little brother's beautiful, rose-colored lips.

Bakura let out a soft moan remembering the boy's lips, insanely soft, smooth pale skin, and resisted the urge to touch himself. Ryou's gourgeous feminine looks and his remarkably beautiful frame that those brats at his school would so DARE mock him for. One time, Ryou came home with a busted lip, obviously from a bully, and tried to avoid Bakura, knowing that his older brother would overeact. Bakura immediately sensed that something was up, and grabbed Ryou when the boy started to bound up the stairs, about to question him. Then his cat-like eyes came upon the damaged lip, narrowing with anger. And Ryou was right, he did overeact, but in this situation, that word wasn't even in Bakura's vocabulary. Ryou was HIS, NO ONE, and he meant NO ONE, was allowed to touch him except for Bakura, and ESPECIALLY not hurt him. Bakura backed Ryou against the wall, and demanded him to tell who did this atrocity. Ryou meekly replied the culprit's names, knowing that Bakura would not leave him alone until his older brother found out.

Bakura darted upstairs, grabbed his knife, and went to the school where the little gang that attacked Ryou hung out. They, Bakura thought with a sadistic smile, would definantly not bother Ryou ever again, or anyone else for that matter. He still remembered how much blood his beloved knife had accumulated over the short hour that him and that gang had 'talked'. When Bakura returned home, he fussed over Ryou's lip, cleaned it up a bit more than the boy had, and gave Ryou a soft kiss on the top of his forehead. The elder hugged him tightly and buried his nose into Ryou's snow-white hair, inhaling the boy's exotic scent in deeply.

"Don't ever try to hide anything from me again, got it?" He breathed out. Ryou nodded quickly, and Bakura planted a light kiss on his brother's cheek.

"Good boy," he cooed.

Bakura had to mainly act as the parent for both of them, since their mother had died a long time ago in a car accident and their father had always left them to participate in archaeogical digs. Bakura and Ryou both looked like their mother, especially Ryou, and it was too much to bare for the man. Though, every week, a nice check was sent to make up for his absence, pay most bills around the house, and give him and Ryou a little extra spending cash. Bakura had heard that Archaelogists didn't really make that much money, and wondered slightly how his dad managed to give them all this money while still sparing enough for himself. Bakura never got around to asking him, yet never much cared either, it was really just a random thought. He didn't need his old man's money anyway though, he could certainly provide for him and his little brother just fine. He was 18, while Ryou was 16. Not very promising ages to make a lot of money, you say? Well, Bakura had always been the Black sheep of the family. Even though the check was a nice bonus, he usually stole a lot of the things currently owned by them, unknown to dear Ryou. Bakura had told him he worked as a.....a................what the devil did he tell ryou he worked as again? Hmmm, no matter.

Anyway, enough of the family history and such....

"Where the hell is he?" Bakura growled outloud.

It was 3:15 already, he knew Ryou's school got out at around 3:00, and it usually didn't take him too long to walk back home. He heard a few tears of rain hit the windows, and soon the few drops turned into many, sounding like the faint beat of a drum againt the sturdy glass.

He still heard that damnable second hand spiraling around the inner chambers of the clock, though the fat droplets of rain seemed to drown it out a bit.

Then, with his sensitized hearing from the said second hand, Bakura heard the door open with a creak, and a soaked Ryou shuffled inside the house. Bakura got off the recliner and walked slowly up to Ryou, savoring how the boy looked simply angelic, even in the state of being soaked. Ryou kicked off his wet shoes and took off his jacket grumpily. He was pretty mad that it had rained so hard out of absolutely nowhere. He looks out the window in the last few minutes of class, and the sky was only threatening to rain. Ten minutes later, when he's ready to walk home, it's raining bloody cats and dogs! Just his luck.

But as his older brother approached him, his frown disappeared, replaced with a brilliant child-like smile. His brother was like a god to him, body language just radiating a kind of primitive sexual desire. His confident strides made him look like a Dictator of some sort, and the way Bakura's hips swayed in his tight, black leather pants could make even the straightest man crumble under his beauty. His aniki was also wearing a nice black shirt, with some of the top buttons undone, giving him a tousled but sexy appearance. How could Ryou not forget all his problems when gazing at the man he so adored? He rushed up to Bakura, giving him a casual hug, and a small peck on his cheek.

"Hey, Bakura", Ryou said, while snuggling slightly into the older boy's chest. When Ryou pulled away to leave, Bakura still held firmly onto him. Ryou looked questioningly up at Bakura. He saw a strange glint in his brother's eyes, and got a bit nervous.

"Ryou-chan, your all wet," Bakura started.

"Let's get you out of those wet clothes, and I'll warm you up." he finished slyly with a small smirk.

As Bakura started to lift his t-shirt up, Ryou made a weak attempt to stop him.

"It's ok, Aniki. I can do it by myself...." Ryou said while blushing lightly.

"Nonsense, Ryou," Bakura growled a bit, he had almost got sight of Ryou's nipples before the boy had stopped him.

"But, Bakura---"

"Hush, otouto, let me do it." Bakura said in a tone that would not tolerate any more nonsense. Almost like the tone a mother would use to talk to a disbehaving child. Loving, but firm.

After that, Ryou quieted down his protests. Finally after slipping Ryou's shirt off, Bakura got sight of the boy's entire upper body. Beautiful alabaster skin was in his view, with two pert pink nipples, erect because of the cold rain that the smaller male had been drenched in. Bakura then proceeded to remove Ryou's jeans, and threw both the form-fitting pants and shirt into the laundry basket. Ryou stood before him, only in boxers, fidgeting nervously. Bakura took in the sight, Ra, the boy was as flawless as a statue! He stalked over slowly towards Ryou, and stood inches away from him. The boy squirmed uneasily under Bakura's intense gaze.


"Wh-why are you looking at me like that, aniki?" Ryou's pure, innocent voice was like music to Bakura's ears.

Suddenly, Bakura picked up the younger boy and carried him bridal style up the stairs. He just couldn't resist anymore.

"W-What are you doing, Bakura!" Ryou stuttered fearfully.

Bakura did not respond, and went through the door of his bedroom and deposited Ryou on his bed. Bakura's room looked like a demon's nest, walls plastered with posters of Hard rock bands like Rammstein, System of a down, and Cradle of filth. Statues and foreign relics from Egypt and other countries littered a particular desk. One statue stood out amongst them, Egyptian guardian of the dead, Anubis. In a height of about 17 inches, it was truly a work of art. Standing with a natural type of authority, it was designed to perfection, it's red eyes staring in a malicious sort of fashion. Complete with videogame consoles, tens upon hundreds of cds, a most likely stolen laptop where illegal practices took place, and a comfy looking bed with plush pillows and few animal furs, Bakura's room would be an absolute heaven to some. The atmosphere was cozy to say in the least.

Ryou heard a click, jerking him out of his thoughts. Bakura locked the door. Ryou whimpered softly, not knowing what his brother was planning to do to him. Bakura licked his lips hungrily while advancing upon his little brother, a predatory glint in his eye. Bakura leaped onto the bed with cat-like grace, and Ryou started backing away slowly, until he hit the wall.

Bakura pinned Ryou down onto the bed, his nose mere centimeters apart from the said boy's. That's when Ryou saw it.....in the hue of his older brother's eyes, was that unmistakable emotion. It was lust, and the second Ryou realized it[from past experiances with bullies,once he almost was raped, but thank God Bakura had come in the nick of time], he immediatly tried to escape from his brother's sturdy grip. Ryou started shoving at Bakura's chest, trying desperatley to get his brother off. Bakura snickered slightly at his little brother's fruitless attempts at freedom.

"Come on sweetie, it'll feel good if you dont struggle," Bakura said slightly tauntingly.

When Ryou still tried to resist him, Bakura got a bit angry and closed the remaining inches between their mouths, roughly kissing his little brother. Ryou froze at the sickening feeling of being kissed by his own flesh and blood while Bakura slipped his tongue past the boy's lips.

'This is not right', Ryou thought as Bakura plundered his mouth, his tongue inviting Ryou's to come and play. When he once again tried pry his brother off of him, Bakura snarled slightly through the forced kiss. The older boy parted from the younger one's sweet lips and grabbed the offending hands at his chest.

"Ryou, just be a good boy and cooperate, and it will hurt a lot less," Bakura huffed. "I would like your first time not be remembered as a rape."

"Onegai, Bakura! This isn't right, we're brothers!" Ryou pleaded with tears pricking at the sides of his eyes.

"Hush, child." Bakura whispered and went to lick the tears away when they began to fall.

"Don't make me have to use these....." Bakura muttered, dangling a pair of handcuffs from his pale hands. Ryou looked fearfully at the menacing silver rings.

"It might not be right in the view of some people, though I really don't give a fuck about them. But you can't seriously tell me that you don't like this," Bakura said.

"I d-don't!" Ryou replied blushing fiercely.

"Then what's this?" Bakura cooed, pointing to the obvious tent formed through Ryou's boxer's.

He started massaging the bulge slowly, and Ryou threw his head back, biting his lip so a moan didn't slither out of his throat.

"See?" Bakura started, still massaging at Ryou's hard-on. "If you don't struggle, this will actually feel quite good, otouto."

Bakura threw the handcuffs somewhere on the floor, and began to nip at Ryou's exposed neck, nursing the small bites with butterfly kisses and licks. Ryou arched a little and let out a moan, this felt wrong, but.....He was jerked out of his thoughts when Bakura bit his right nipple quite hard, and let out a yelp.

Bakura looked up at him mischieviously.
"Don't get all daydreamy on me now, Ryou-chan."
He started to swirl his tongue around the abused bud, his free hand reaching up to give some attention to Ryou's left one. Ryou, finally seeming to give up on struggling, started to thread his fingers through Bakura's silky white tresses, still whimpering a bit. This was incredible for Bakura. All the wet dreams, masturbation, and thoughts about his little brother couldn't even compare to actually engaging in sexual acitvities with Ryou. Even only doing this much got Bakura's body on fire. Though he realized now, his already tight leather pants were getting a bit too constricting for his erection.

He ceased his minstrations on Ryou to unfasten the said fabric while unbuttoning his shirt, tossing the items carelessly on the dark blue rug of his room.
Bakura now stood before Ryou completely naked, revealing his God-like glory. Even in these modern times, Bakura never found much need for underwear. Ryou's eyes widened at Bakura's body, flawless skin, a nice build, and a proudly erect cock was on display for Ryou's eyes to devour. Ryou felt himself get even more harder at the luscious sight of his older brother's body, breathing starting to get slightly erratic.

"Like what you see?" Bakura said rather huskily.

Ryou nodded slowly, almost lost in his brother's beauty. Bakura rejoined Ryou on the bed.

"Take of those damnable boxers now, I'm getting a tad impatient," Bakura grumbled out, his cock twitching a bit as if to prove his point.

Ryou blushed a little more, still not entirly comfortable with the situation, sluggishly removed the black fabric, revealing his erection with a drop of pre-cum forming at the slit. Bakura stared longingly at the younger boy's cock, licking his lips with desire. He bent down down a bit, snagging a quick kiss from Ryou, and then took the tip of the boy's cock into his mouth, licking away the small drop of pre-cum.

Ryou gasped and threw his head back as Bakura took the boy's erection into his mouth even farther and started to suck, deep-throating Ryou to the base of his erection.

"Ah, Bakura~," Ryou mewled, muttering a string inchoherent words, he could barely even keep his eyes open, this felt so fucking good!

Ryou unclenched his closed eyes, but the sight of his older brother sucking him made the pleasure increase, and he let out a hoarse moan. Ryou's whimpers was getting Bakura's engorged cock even more aroused, if possible. Bakura continued sucking viciously on Ryou's cock, until suddenly he withdrew his mouth from it. He licked tantilizingly over the head of the boy's erection.

"Nghhh...shit, Bakura, why'd you stop?" the boy squirmed and groaned out disapprovingly.

"Shh, Ryou, this is going to feel even better very soon," Bakura said.

Then the elder grabbed something convienently close, a bottle of lube. Removing the lid, he coated his fingers with the clear-like substance. Bakura looked ravenously at his little brother's puckered entrance, the young one's most intimate place exposed. Bakura looked foward to taking Ryou's virginity away. As soon his nimble fingers were in close proximity to Ryou's virgin entrance though, the young boy crossed his legs on reflex, a typical celibate reaction. Bakura looked up at the frightened brown eyes of his brother, put his forehead on Ryou's, and rubbed their noses together, smiling slightly.
"Do you trust me?" Bakura said it a such a whisper, Ryou almost didn't hear it.
The smaller boy thought for a moment, thought about all the times Bakura and him shared, about all the times his older brother had sacrificed for him, protected him.
"Yes," Ryou said softly, his chocolate-colored eyes reflecting the truth of his words.
Bakura's slight smile broke out into a full one, and he kissed the younger boy's lips tenderly.
"I've always loved you in ways that I shoudn't...always cared for you more than a brother is allowed..... " Bakura said, his voiced laced with a tint of sadness.
"I never could really admit my feelings to you, I was afraid you would hate me.......be disgusted by me. Hell, I don't even know why I actually put the moves on you today." The elder paused for a sort moment, seeming to think about something.
"Perhaps I was just tired of keeping it locked up inside," he admitted.
Then Ryou suprised Bakura. He placed a sweet kiss on his brother's lips, and stared deep into the cat-like eyes with love.
"I don't hate you aniki, and I'm not exactly innocent when it comes to feeling more than 'Brotherly love' towards you either."
The small boy sighed. "Though I've never dwelled upon the feelings, and tried to ignore them."
"Now, please...continue?" Ryou said.
Bakura's smile transformed into a devilish grin.
"A bit anxious aren't we, little one?" Bakura questioned jokingly.
Ryou giggled a bit, a blush tinting his pale-colored cheeks.
"Well, you kind of left me hanging," he said embarrassed.
"Excuse me?" Bakura huffed. "Your the one who looked like they were going to have a heart attack when I was indeed about to continue."
"I know, I know.....but, I'm ready now." Ryou said confidently.
"Spread your legs," Bakura commanded. He eyed his little brother's entrance once again.
"This might...hurt a bit."
Ryou nodded. "It's ok Bakura, I can take it."
Bakura entered his index finger slowly, starting to make scissoring motions through his little brother's untainted entrance. Ryou squirmed a bit from his place on the bed at the slightly uncomfortable and foreign feeling. Bakura, seeing only a light amount of discomfort on his little brother's face, added another finger. To Ryou, it still didn't hurt TOO bad, though it felt like his inner walls were burning slightly. Bakura delved his fingers deeper into the velvety walls, determined to find the bundle of nerves that would make Ryou cry out like a bitch in heat. When a small whimper of pleasure escaped from Ryou's lips, he knew he had brushed over the boy's prostate. He plummeted his fingers into a random spot close to where he had touched when Ryou let out the noise, taking a stab in the dark. Literally. An ectasy-filled screech signaled to Bakura that he had found it.
"Ah-AH! Bakura!" the younger of the two let out a throaty moan.
The said man licked his lips with lust.
"You like that Ryou?" He muttered seductively.
The younger boy eagerly nodded, and Bakura added another finger. He plunged directly into Ryou's prostate again, twice the strength than before. Ryou let out a scream, and begged for more. Bakura started to pumping his fingers faster, hitting Ryou's prostate each time head-on. Ryou started thrusting back onto Bakura's fingers, each thrust sending pleasure filled tremors throughout his entire body.
"Gods Bakura..," he managed to breathe out.
"Want something bigger in there, otouto?" Bakura went up to Ryou's ear, licking the shell of it and blowing on the wettened trail. "Maybe thicker?"
"H-hai, Bakura.....please?" Ryou managed to get out. Bakura was still hitting his prostate, and his brother's hot breath on his ear didn't make it easy to think.
Once Bakura felt his younger brother was prepared enough, he removed his fingers. The elder once again took the small container of lube and spread a generous amount on his aching arousal. The older boy spread the other's smooth asscheeks, and put the head of his engorged cock inside his brother, the tight ring of muscle trying to force him out. He continued to enter slowly, but the pace was almost killing him! Ryou was so damn tight, his cock wasn't even half way in yet but Ryou's inner walls were basically hugging at his arousal.
"Shit Ryou....you're so fucking tight!" Bakura's deep voice grumbled out in pleasure.
Said boy let out a small whimper of pain when he was more than half way in.
"Hush baby," Bakura cooed. "Relax."
When Bakura felt the tight muscles around his cock lossen a bit, he thrusted the rest of himself in, fully sheathed inside the boy's entrance. Ryou let out a scream spiked with pleasure and pain, but Bakura quickly quieted him, giving the child a hot kiss.
As their tongues danced, Bakura started thrusting lightly into Ryou, searching again for his sweet spot. Ryou let out another ecstasy-filled shriek when the tip of his brother's penis collided with his prostate.
"Fuck Bakura...FASTER, HARDER!" he yelled.
Bakura hammered into his brother's tight hole, relishing the boy's walls squeezing at his fully embedded cock.
"Good boy Ryou," Bakura said as he continued his rapid thrusting.
He laid eyes upon his younger brother, who was panting, face flushed, and eyes closed in pure sexual euphoria. The boy was sprawled out shamelessly on Bakura's bed, gripping at the sheets, enjoying the rough sex. How the older boy had longed to do this for all these years.....
"Ryou-chan....touch yourself for me," Bakura said, eyes watching the boy's cock, which was spurting small amounts of cum.
"I've always wanted to see my tenshi touch himself."
Moaning, Ryou immediatly obliged and did as he was told, pumping his fully erect cock with fast strokes. He threw his head back, biting his lip. He felt like he was in heaven, Bakura's thrusts constantly hit his prostate, lulling him in a pleasure spiked abyss.
Bakura leaned down to kiss his little brother, and their tongues danced with equal passion, their spicy tastes mingling with eachother.
Bakura felt Ryou's cock twitch againts his stomache, in premonition of his orgasm.
"Pump faster, baby." Bakura said
As Ryou continued stoking his erection even faster, his body tensed up for a second, and then he let out a shrill scream as all of his cum covered both his and his brother's stomaches. Bakura grunted in pleasure when his little brother's inner walls clenched even tighter at his cock. An animalistic-like instinct took over, and Bakura latched onto the smaller's boy neck while still thrusting, marking Ryou as his. The younger of the two let out a whine of discomfort as a small amount of crimson liquid traveled it's way down the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. With one last strong, fluid thrust, Bakura unlatched himself from his brother's neck and let out a low moan as he coated Ryou's insides with his hot sperm. Ryou mewled softly as his older brother cummed in him.
They both lay there in eachother's embraces for a few minutes, panting softly. Bakura kissed Ryou with sated lust.
"I love you," his deep voice whispered tenderly as he looked into the eyes of his brother.
Ryou stared back into the dark brown eyes of his brother, his own shining with pure love.
"I love you too," the boy whispered back.
Ryou nuzzled Bakura's neck, exhausted, and he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Bakura watched him for some time, thinking over the sin he had just commited.
He didn't even care. You fall in love with a person, not a gender. Whether it'd be family or same sex, if true love existed between two people, that's all that mattered.
With that last thought in his mind, he joined his mate in the sweet oblivion of slumber, cuddling closer to the boy's body.


And the Gods laughter roared across the heavens at the sight of their joining. True love between both brothers and males, eh? Such a pure love too......
{Nefastus}
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Heh, finally completed. Sorry for any mistakes, I tried my best making this story. Also, rough translations of the title[which was from the Latin language, if you couldn't tell]
Aquilus- Black
Lacuna- Dipped
Amor- Love
So all in all, I was going for the title Black-dipped love, but wanted to add creativity to it.
Nefastus means along the lines of 'forbiddon' .
Thank you for taking the time to read my story, I greatly appreciate it! Please review if you'd like.