In the DEAD of Night (Fetish Series No. 1)

This is the first in a five part series. Each part will be dealing with a different type of sexual fetish. The series will include:
Necrophilia
Plushiphilia
Beastiality
Bondage/S&M
Incest
(((the series may not be written in list order)))


A/N: the words in astericks are Ryo *speaking*
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Long slender fingers brushed over the spines of books as they were passed on the shelf. On one particular book they stopped, 'The Tombs of Ancient Eygpt'. Bakura's innocent eyes looked over the cover and he could feel the darkness stir inside him. His past-self grinned inside as he flipped open the book.
In the past, when the tombs pictured in the book were still being built, Bakura's darker half lived...
To the ancient Eygptians Ryo Bakura was titled the GraveRobber. He had been a thief, stealing from the late pharohs' tombs. He had been hated and even feared. But the sinister GraveRobber had an even darker reason for visiting the tombs... No living creature, save for the asps, had known the real reason for his intrusion of the graves. The secret stayed with the pharoh, his "loyal even in death" servants, and Ryo Bakura.
"Excuse me, sir," a voice called out, stirring Bakura from the thoughts of the pages in his hands, "I'm sorry but the store is closing. You're going to have to leave."
He looked around and noticed that besides the clerk he was the last person in the store.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I suppose I lost track of time, please do forgive me."
Bakura placed the book back on the shelf, bowed to the storekeeper, and left.
The streetlights were lit as he stepped onto the sidewalk. Softly his sneakers padded the cement as he walked home, the evening breeze cooling the air around him. But no matter how cool the wind his temperature wouldn't go down. Ryo Bakura, the GraveRobber, was just too hot...
"Why did you make me llok at thtat book?" he asked his other self, "You know what it does to you."
*No, to US...*
"That's you, not me!"
*But it's you too, it's your body...*

By the time Bakura reached his home his darker half had settled down. He lifted his blue and white stripped shirt over his head, silver-white tresses falling to bare, trim shoulders. Turning the cold water on Bakura stepped out of his blue jeans and into the shower. As the cold water fell down his body Bakura still felt as if he were on fire. Images flashed through his mind; ordinate boxes, silver and gold piled high, scripts carved into the walls, and the cold flesh he couldn't resist.
Cold bodies...
Panting hard Bakura felt his dick become painful. Desperate for release he wrapped his hand around his rigid cock and let the GraveRobber's memories fill him as he stroked himself. Clenching his teeth he felt his seed splatter his hand and breathed out heavily. Bakura let the cold water clean him and dressed, cursing himself for thinking the way he had. Who had told him cold showers helped? Lieing bastard!

11:30pm the clock read.
"I need sleep," the teen whispered to himself.
*You know what you need...*
"NO!" he yelled, throwing himself into his pillow.

3:30am glared at Bakura from the clock, he had yet to fall asleep. Growling he slipped out of his nightshirt dripping with sweat. He was just so hot...
*Don't deny me what I need. Don't deny yourself...*
Squeezing his eyes tight and gritting his teeth Bakura fought himself. He HAD to fight! But he was so hot...
He wanted so much...
He NEEDED...
*Let me!* his darkness cried out, breaking through and taking control.
The white haired teen's sweet, innocent eyes clouded over and glinted with evil. A sadistic smiled covered his lips and finally he stopped resisting. Bakura dressed in a hurry, throwing on the clothes he had worn the day before. Within mintues he was out the door, his stripped shirt clinging to to him from swea and his jeans bulging painfully.

It took no time for the GraveRobber to reach his destination, huffing from running and from the extra weight of his tool bag. He slipped out of his sneakers and let the dew covered grass soak his feet. Without hesitation he feel to the ground and kissed the dirt.
*Soon...*
Dirt and grass flew from the ground as the GraveRobber rushed his work. Finally he reached his target and opened the box beneath him. The smell of death filled his nose and he breathed in deeply as slightly decaying flesh called to him. Cold blue lips tempted him, seeming to pout, desperate for a kiss. The question of who this girl had been never crossed the GraveRobber's mind as he pushed his own lips to her stiff lifeless ones.
Ripping the clothes off the corpse he felt himself harden more. Ryo let his host's hands cover the girl's stiff breasts.
*Beautiful...*
In a hurry he took his own clothes off and let the air run over his body. With effort he spread the corpse's legs and inserted a finger into the body. The GraveRobber let his hand slide up out of the girl, his fingers trailing over her cold, stiff clit up to her frozen lips. He traced the path of her mouth before kissing her again. Bakura placed himself between the girl's legs and his breath quickened.
*Perfect...*
Reaching once more into his bag he pulled out a small tube of lubrication. Quickly he poured a large amount into his hand and cupped her dried pussy. He rubbed the sticky liquid over her and slid his fingers into her tight hole. Once she was coated well he began.
Forcing his hard cock into the tight pussy of the dead girl he felt bliss. He tarted to thrust, pounding into her, gripping the thinning hair of the girl and the side of her coffin. Silver white hair started to mat with sweat and muscles tightened. The GraveRobber laughed behind hazed eyes and guided the small hand of his host to a decaying breast. Bakura's nails clawed into the hard flesh as he continued to ram inside the dead girl.
Faster and harder he fucked her, panting with effort, the friction of her skin almost burning. Bakura arched his back as he slid in and out of the deceased girl's body, pleasure rushing through him. The unknown girl was so tight it was almost painful but the pain only added to Ryo's sadistic pleasure. Grittting his teeth and breathing unevenly the GraveRobber held her hips in a steel grip as he pounded her, the old wood of the coffin creaking. The smell of sweat and death and dirt filled the air... It was a sickly sweet aphrodisiac to the silver haired boy. His pale skin glistened in the moonlight with beads of sweat glittering like diamonds for each move he made.
Bakura's long tongue darted out circling and flicking a rotting nipple.
*Delicious...*
A line of saliva marked his trail from one nipple to the next to her neck to her lips. Softly he kissed her as he pulled his dick out of her dead pussy.
"Are you ready my little victim?" Bakura asked gruffly.
Warm swollen lips covered cold stiff ones again before trailing down her neck. They covered each nipple again then moved further down to a disscolored stomach, the flesh was hard and slightly decayed.
*It tastes so divine...*
Bakura's tongue lapped at the frozen skin going down even further to stop on her stiff clit. He sucked it, tasting her death.

Grabbing the lube again he poured more onto his swollen throbbing cock. Lifting the body he positioned himself again on his knees once more and grinned wickedly. Roughly he slammed himself into the girl's asshole.
"Ahh!" the young teen cried out as he sheathed himself fully.
*Yes! Yes!* his darkness screamed inside him.
WIth each thrust he felt himself burning hotter, coming closer to the edge. Violently he ravaged the girl's body tearing towards his release.
Bakura came, his hot sticky cum squirting into the late girl's ass. He filled her as his orgasm hit, waves of pleasure making him cry out. Shaking he pulled out of the girl and watched as his cum oozed out of her asshole. Slowly he leaned forward and kissed her once again, biting down hard on her lower lip. Her dead flesh a sweet taste on his tongue.
"You were wonderful my little one, my unknowing victim..." the white haired youth heard himself say. "Perfect."
*Perfect...*