Head and Shoulders?

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh!, its characters, or the song/game ‘Head and Shoulders’.

Warning: Strange foreplay...

Head and Shoulders?

Bakura had been bored all day; currently he was watching the television, bet he was bored of it. It was like he was watching the same people doing the same things over and over again. What he really wanted was to play with Ryou, even a game of 52 pick up was better than this; but when he had asked Ryou to play over an hour ago Ryou had said he was busy and couldn’t play.

That was over an hour ago, surely he’d be done by now. Bakura switched off the box and wandered into the kitchen where Ryou sat with one leg crossed over the other. He was sipping some tea with a little brown book in his hands. He had just finished cleaning the entire kitchen from weeks of piled papers. He’d have done it sooner but between school and entertaining his Yami he had very little time to clean much more than what was livable. But now that his kitchen was neat and tidy it was time for some Ryou time, and what better way to relax than with a good book and a cup of tea?

“Ryou, can we play now?” For a moment Ryou didn’t respond. He kept his eyes fixed on the paper so that he could finish the sentence he was on. Bakura heaved a sigh as he waited impatiently for Ryou to place his bookmark neatly in place. Finally Ryou looked up at Bakura slowly, he gave his other a small smile.

“Sure,” Ryou took another sip of his tea causing Bakura further impatience, “I’ve got the perfect game that we can play.” Ryou placed his book aside and drank a little more of his tea before he left it. Ryou stood up before Bakura with that same small smile touching his lips.

“What’s it called?” Bakura asked.

Ryou smiled and pulled Bakura closer to him, they ended up a foot apart. “It’s called ‘Head and Shoulders’.”

Bakura frowned, “It sounds dumb,” he gave a little shrug anyhow, “go ahead and teach me.”

Ryou giggled and lifted his index finger slowly; it rested between their locked brown gaze and Bakura looked at it with slightly crossed eyes.

“Well Bakura.” Ryou wiggled his finger slightly, “This is how you play.” Ryou jabbed the finger into Bakura’s forehead before it quickly retreated again. As a reaction to the unexpected move, Bakura cringed away. Ryou ignored the angrily confused look he received and he sang, “Head and shoulders…” Ryou shoved his Yami backwards by the shoulders, and Bakura stumbled only slightly away; his anger intensified the glare he sent to his silver headed other.

Ryou quickly ducked down to continue the song, “…knees and toes, knees and toes, knees and toes, head and shoulders, knees and toes, eyes…” By now Bakura was irked at Ryou’s actions and he began to snap at Ryou’s hand as it touched the parts of his face; but he didn’t know what Ryou would do next, so he was always too far behind to get him. “…ears, mouth…” Bakura snarled as Ryou’s finger drew near to his lips, so Ryou decide against that. Bakura glared down at Ryou, he believed the song to be over so he did nothing when Ryou continued the last part, “…and nose.” Ryou tapped his Yami’s nose and giggled at the angry and slightly shocked look that had appeared upon the pale face.

“Wasn’t that fun, Yami?” Ryou giggled even as Bakura snarled again.

“No.” Bakura’s glare slightly faded with the sound of Ryou’s giggles. He paused to replay the stupid game in his head, “…but…” Bakura continued, “I can think of a way that both of us can have fun.”

“Ok.” Ryou smiled at his other. Bakura returned the gesture and then he set to work planning where his game would take place. He turned from Ryou and spotted the couch that he had previously occupied. A smirk became apparent upon his face and he headed toward the object.

Ryou followed Bakura and he stopped just past the center of the couch. “All you have to do,” Bakura informed, “is let me do the work.” Bakura paused a moment before a playful leer showed itself to Ryou, “Oh, and the head part comes at the end of the game.” Ryou nodded cautiously, he wasn’t really sure what Bakura meant but he was excited to find out what the game would be like. His Yami could be so creative.

“Ok, Bakura, I’m ready.”

“So then, shoulders come first.” Bakura shoved Ryou back, a short scream came from the fallen as he toppled onto the nearby couch. In his daze Ryou was unable to retaliate to Bakura’s pounce.

“Bakura!” Ryou cried out with some remaining surprise. He went to push Bakura off but his efforts were weakened by a few quick nips to a small exposed part of Ryou’s shoulder that his shirt collar failed to hide.

Soon, however, the shirt was unable to conceal more of Ryou’s shoulders for Bakura was unfastening the buttons quickly. The Yami’s hot, moist lips were attached to the pale flesh of Ryou’s shoulders and he allowed his tongue to run along the skin until he reached Ryou’s neck. Then the kisses made their way back until Ryou’s loosened shirt got in the way. Instead of continuing back to the neck Bakura began at the other shoulder to repeat the same process.

Ryou’s attempts at pushing away his lover had ceased long ago, and now he ran his hands up from their place. He too moved to the shoulders of the man above him and his hands gripped tightly to Bakura’s shoulders. A tiny moan escaped from Ryou when his love pulled back.

Ryou looked upon the sexy sight before him; Bakura still had his tongue sticking part way out of his mouth, his eyes were half lidded, and a small smirk formed around the tongue. Ryou lifted his head to kiss his sexy other.

Bakura drew his tongue back into his mouth and placed his hand over his lips before Ryou could kiss him, “Uh-uh, Ryou.” Bakura chided playfully, “We haven’t reached ‘mouth’ yet.” Ryou whined as he was pressed back onto the couch and lips were reattached to his shoulder. Bakura nipped at the skin. Ryou reached up and fisted his fingers into Bakura’s hair; he pushed on the silver covered head to attach Bakura’s hungry lips more firmly to his heated skin.

Ryou was distracted now, and that thought quickly set into Bakura’s mind. He continued to work his teeth along Ryou’s shoulders as his hands worked on freeing Ryou of his pants.

However, Ryou was not distracted enough to not notice Bakura’s actions, “B-Bakura?” He asked breathlessly, “W-What a-are you--?” Ryou’s voice trailed off into a groan from a harsh suck that Bakura had just given to the skin at the base of his neck.

The shoulders were finally left and Bakura slipped Ryou's pants from him, “Knees next?” Bakura turned from Ryou and swung his leg over Ryou’s torso. He sat down carefully on Ryou’s stomach before snatching Ryou’s left leg to haul up over his head. Bakura shifted more of his weight to his knees so that he could turn more fully to glance at Ryou, “Ryou, do you mind if I cheat, just a little?” Bakura pressed the leg to his chest and turned his head so that his breath would brush the back of Ryou’s knee, “I’ll just claim that this is the knee.” Bakura sealed his lips over the sensitive flesh and waited for Ryou’s answer.

“I gue—“ Ryou was unable to continue as Bakura once again began to suck, kiss, and nip at his flesh. Ryou began to squirm. His hands fisted into the sides of Bakura’s shirt and his leg thrashed in Bakura’s hands until he pulled his lips away and let the leg drop to the couch.

The second leg was slightly more of a challenge to catch, Ryou tried to evade Bakura’s seeking hands; but in the end the leg was caught and brought up to Bakura's chest in much the same way as the last one.

“For being such a bad leg I think you’ll be tortured instead of the nice little treatment I had planned.” Bakura smirked and ran his tongue all over the underside of Ryou’s knee. Ryou continued to squirm, but he increased his thrashing efforts when he felt Bakura cooling the saliva he had just dispensed. To make matters worse, Bakura was not satisfied with the work he had done the first time, so he ran his tongue over the flesh again and proceeded to cool it once more.

Finally Bakura dropped the leg, “Next is toes…” Bakura grasped the leg again and looked confusedly up at the foot, “I think I’ll have to cheat here too.” Bakura took both legs and wrapped them firmly in one arm, and with the other hand he reached up and began to torture the bare skin with a light caress. Ryou howled in laughter from the ticklish sensation his Yami was giving him.

Bakura wasn’t having as much fun with the tickle torture, so he didn’t waste much time in freeing Ryou’s legs once more.

“Then…” Bakura turned back to face Ryou. He continued to hover over his love with a smirk still plastered on his face, “eyes…” With a devilish smirk Bakura leaned down and dragged his wet tongue over Ryou’s lids. Ryou grunted in disgust and quickly rubbed it away.

By the time Ryou was able to focus his sight back on his playful Yami, he could already feel Bakura’s breath at his ear, “Ears.” He whispered; his tongue slid out to begin its journey along the shell of Ryou’s ear until he had traveled down to the lobe.

Ryou once again found himself squirming beneath Bakura, and again his efforts increased as Bakura took the skin into his mouth. The lobe was quickly released, but Bakura did not stop. He began to nip the flesh, and then he used the same torture he had used on Ryou’s knee. Ryou let out a whine at the feeling of Bakura’s new favorite treatment to him.

Ryou groaned loudly in aggravation, he was sick of all this teasing! He pulled Bakura’s face from his ear and finally crushed their lips together. Bakura happily took control of the kiss and he drove his tongue past Ryou’s lips.

Ryou moaned in approval and tried to gain dominance of the kiss, but Bakura would not allow it.

Bakura pulled away and smirked at Ryou, “M-Mouth.” Ryou told him breathlessly. He tried to pull Bakura back, but Bakura instead moved a little higher.

“And nose!” He declared, before he kissed the tip of Ryou’s nose and pulled away, “That’s it. The game’s finished. That was fun, wasn’t it Ryou?”

“Eh?” Ryou squeaked in surprise and some anguish, “B-But Bakura I-I’m—“ Ryou trailed off and blushed, “B-Besides, you said that the head comes last. You’re not fini—“

“Ah, yes, dear Ryou, this is ‘Head and Shoulders’ after all; I can’t forget that.” Bakura reached down and quickly freed Ryou of his boxers.

“B-Bakura! Wh-what?” Ryou turned red further, “Oh…” He said weakly when he came to realize what Bakura had meant about the ‘head’.

“Yes, now’s it’s time for some head.” Bakura chuckled and turned his back to Ryou again. He sat down lightly on Ryou’s chest and hovered over Ryou’s need, “Should I cheat again, little Ryou?” Bakura pressed his lips against Ryou’s desire as he spoke.

Ryou whined and lifted his hips slightly, “Y-Yes, cheat.” Ryou gripped tightly to Bakura’s legs and admired the view Bakura had given him.

Ryou’s whining triggered Bakura’s movement; he quickly enveloped a large portion of Ryou’s manhood. This action caused a gasp to escape from the trapped boy; and Ryou followed it with a thrust up. He filled his lover’s mouth entirely. “B-Bakura!” Ryou moaned. He brought his hands onto Bakura’s back and tried to press him closer. It didn’t work too well on his part, but Bakura got the message and he began moving harder onto Ryou.

Ryou began to pant and moan from the affects of Bakura’s increased pace. Bakura pressed his tongue firmly around the object in his mouth. This caused a cry to escape from Ryou. He began to also increase his thrusting movements in time with Bakura.

A final cry was torn from Ryou’s lips in the sound of Bakura’s name; he quickly soared to the height of pleasure before he came right back down to relax back onto the couch. Ryou’s hands slid from Bakura’s back and he shuddered; Bakura pulled back. He made sure to get the last of Ryou’s release before he turned back to his panting and exhausted lover.

“You always taste so good.” Bakura said with a smirk. Ryou smiled up at him, but it quickly faded away, “So now, if you don’t mind, I think you have something to take care of.” Bakura stood up and stripped himself of his own clothes.

“Well… alright.” Ryou sat up and he began to make his way toward Bakura’s need. He had to pull back, however, as a yawn engulfed him. With his hand still hovering over his mouth Ryou looked up at Bakura, “We’ll have to play more tomorrow.” Ryou cuddled himself into Bakura’s chest, “I’m really tired now, with all that work I did, and now this… I’m sorry Bakura.”

With a final cute little yawn Ryou’s eyes closed and he fell asleep. For a moment Bakura stood there holding his sleeping Hikari and he stroked his silver hair; but then it became apparent that he needed to take care of himself.

Bakura tried to pry Ryou’s arms from him. The small movement caused Ryou to whine and tighten his grip. Bakura gave a frustrated sigh he leaned against the couch with Ryou in his arms.

It looked like Bakura had lost this little game with Ryou and his price was to suffer with his straining need.

---The End---