Ventus-Lemon

"Meaning, my little light, that he's scared shitless." Bakura beamed at Ryou, slowly lowering himself onto Ryou's lap. "But let's not talk about him." He traced the ridges of Ryou's pouty lips with the tip of a finger, smirking when Ryou reflexively closed his eyes. "Let's talk about sex baby, let's talk about you and me.." Bakura softly sang off-key a song that Jou had been listening to that Bakura found to be absolutely smashing.

"Now, Bakura?" Ryou murmured, cracking on lidded eye open. "It doesnt seem appropriate..."

"Fuck appropriate." Bakura chuckled. "Literally. Come on Ryou...you've been wanting to see since I have you that hand job," he ssilksilkily, knowing just how to convince Ryou to do anything he pleased. "Plus, there's the added benefit that you'll no longer be a virgin and won't be a fuck target for Yami."

Ryou purred as Bakura's fingers slid deftly to one of his pectorals, cupping the breast, his palm skimming the hardening nipple. "Do you really think being a virgin matters?" The earlier conversation with Marik came to him. No, it didn't matter. So long as they were taken against their will, raped, and their innocent blood spilled...Bakura refused to think of it anymore.

"Raise your arms Ryou." Ryou obeyed and Bakura quickly took the cumbersome shirt off. "Do you want this Ryou? Do you want me?" Bakura continued rubbing his palm against the teat, lowering his head to lather the neglected one with his tongue, bathing it throughouly. Ryou's cheeks were already flushed and his breathing was becoming increasingly shallow.

"God yes..." Ryou hissed. The sensations were spreading through him like wildfire, consuming every last nerve of his body. If just the fef Baf Bakura fondling his nipples had him already sporting an erection than he couldn't wait to find out what Ba woa would feel like inside of him.

"Then we'll need to move this he fhe floor. It's carpeted so you won't bruise too much..." Bakura picked Ryou up and laid him onto the shag carpet. "Raise your hips. These have go to come off." Bakura grinned up at the heavily lidded, fogged with desire eyed Ryou. "Aw, honey, you're already hard." He snickered, throwing the trousers, not caring where they went.

Ryou blushed. "I can't help it. Arent.. arent you going to undress?"

Bakura smirked, lethargically unbottoned the shirt at a snail's pace. Ryou squirmed as his yami teased him with a private strip show. It was so sinfully sweet, so erotic. He wanted to touch the finely musceled body kneeling over him. He wanted to run his hands along those sinewous thighs and eventually to the erection that was just weeping with the need to be touched. Pre-come was already dripping it's liquid from the tip. Ryou's hand trailed to his own penis, hand just about to wrap around it when his hand was slapped.

"Ah ah ah. Bad kitty." Bakura leered. "You dont touch what is mine and your cock is mine. That understood, Ryou?"

"Yes Bakura." Ryou was surprise that he found the demanding voice of Bakura to be more of turn on than he'd imagined. "May I touch you?" Bakura nodded. Ryou shifted to where he was nearly eye level with Bakura's sculpted chest. He tentatively tweaked Bakura's sensitive nipples. Surely, if Ryou liked it, Bakura would too. He was rewarded with a low moan. Ryou expirementally settled his mouth over one, biting down on it hard. Just as he had expected, Bakura enjoyed the pain. He licked it to soothe it, unprepared for the sudden hands on his buttocks. He alarmingly looked up at Bakura who had that lazy smirk and devil-may-care expression firmly planted on his face.

"Hush, kitty. Just going to make you feel something..." With those words, Bakura drew Ryou's erection against his own. The touch was electrifying. Ryou moaned loudly, not caring if Marik or Rishied hear him, not caring that Yami Yugi was skulking around outside the manor. All he knew was that his body was tingling with sensations he'd never had before. That quick hand job by Bakura was blown out of proportion. The feel of hardened appendage rubbing against hardened appendage, the sound of their in sync moans, the smell of the sex...

"Oh Bakura!" Ryou whimpered as he was shoved down onto the floor again and mounted by the lean sex god of everyos fas fantasies. Bakura's hands gripped Ryou's hips and Ryou's fingernails left crescent marks in Bakura's back. Bakura increased the pace, driving himself against Ryou, pleased with himself that Ryou was mewling and meeting his actions with frenzied rocking. His head was twisting from side to side and his white hair was plastered to his face with sweat.

Ryou's nerves were going into sensory overload. Nothing had ever felt like this. Hesitant wanking in his room at night when he was positive Bakura was asleep didn't hold anything to this. He'd imagined this before with Bakura in his wet dreams but he never thought he'd be doing it with hHe hHe had always thought Bakura would see him as nothing more than sniveling weakling but here they were, indulging in sexual acts that would put the raunchiest whore to shame.

"Honey, we have to stop this." Bakura hated to do it when he was already getting blue balls from the need to come. "I want to make love to you..."

Ryou's breath hitched in his throat. He had expected something along the lines of either, I want to bone you or I'm going to fuck you into oblivion but not make love. His eyes shone with tears as he nodded. "Please Bakura. Take me. Make me yours in body for you already have mad you yours in heart and soul."

Bakura blinked back the tears that threatened to break from the dam. So much love and trust in Ryou's eyes and words. He smiled. "I love you Ryou." He captured those succulent lips in a passionate kiss, tongue delving inside to explore the inner cavern of Ryou's mouth. He pulled back, grinning. "I'm going to try to not hurt you. Tell me if it does and we'll stop." Bakura's penis was already slickened with their pre-come but that wouldn't only slight minimize the pain that would come from Ryou's inner walls being stretched. "Damnit." He sucked on his own fingers, realising that to Ryou, he must look odd. He winked. "Are you ready?" he asked when he felt his fingers were wet enough.

"More ready than I've ever been." Bakura's index finger poked at the Ryou's anus, slipping pthe the tight band of muscle. He nearly spilt himself at the sheer tightness. Apparently Ryou had never explored this orifice in his all too rare masturbating occurences. "You doin' okay?"

"I'm fine. It just feels a little wierd."

He slid another one inside, grimacing at Ryou's whimper of pain. "I'm sorry angel. I'm trying to be easy with you." Ra knew his first time hadn't been good. He'd been taken against his will and the pain had been so bad he'd nearly fainted. He scissored his fingers, making the entrance a little wider. Bakura frowned. Not wide enough for him... He added another, long and delicate fingers shoving themselves further into Ryou's passage until he came across the squishy organ.

Ryou nearly screamed if it hadn't been for Bakura pressing his hand against his mouth. "That, lovely, was your prostrate. All males have one and it's extremely pleasurable to be touched. If my fingers feel that good, imagine my cock."

Ryou was definitely imaging and he wanted it now. He wrapped his legs around Bakura's waist. "Please, do it now."

Bakura took his time, easing his penis to Ryou's entrance. With a heavy, indrawn breath, Bakura was inside. Ryou's body tried to fight the intrusion but Bakura's hand on his erection diverted all attention from the questing appendage at his anus towards pleasure. Bakura, with nerves of steel and patience, inched gently until he was fully seated.

"Ooooh, Bakura!" Ryou groaned loudly as that blunt head of Bakura's penis touched his prostrate. "MOVE!" he demanded. Bakura laughed, withdrawing before completely thrusting back in. Ryou was a screamer. Bakura kept his pace slow but Ryou's insistent noises made him lose himself as he pounded into Ryou deeply, sac slapping against Ryou's cheeks.

Every single thrust scaped his prostrate and Ryou knew he was heaven. He had thought it couldn't get better but with Bakura jerking him off and shagging him hard, the duel sensations were too much for him. As much as he wanted to prolong it, he was falling over the edge and head heels onto Cloud 9 as he orgasmed. Strands of pearly semen filled Bakura's waiting hand.

Bakura, Ryou's inner muscles clamping down on him suddenly and making the seeming tight passage tighter, knew he was nearly done as well. He was rocking deep deeper deepest and just when he thought the extended orifice would swallow his penis and balls, his sac was contracting and he was spilling himself inside of Ryou.

Bakura fell heavily onto Ryou, nearly knocking the wind from the small frame. He rolled off of him and held him in his arms. "So, how was it?"

"What was a what?" Ryou mumbled.

Bakura chuckled. "Nothing. Get some sleep. I'll stay awake. After all, I dont need sleep like some mortals I know."

Ryou yawned cutely, snuggling Bakura. "Thank you for that, akutenshi. I love you Bakura."

"I love you too."

Ryou fell into a sound sleep. Bakura carressed the downy locks of white, sighing. It had been amazing, to see Ryou in his throes of passion and moaning his name. He kissed Ryou's forehead. Just for that moment, Bakura had his own little piece of heaven and nothing else mattered.