Happy Birthday Aibou!
By: Yami-Jen
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A/N: Sorry for the long wait....school started again and I had a major case of writer's block...Thanks for the reviews! If you count today, Monday, part of the weekend, (since it is a 3-day weekend for me...) I did get this chappie out when I said I would! Woohoo! ^_^ Oooh, and this weekend on kids wb, Malik introduced himself! And his name IS Marik! Not bad I guess, though I still prefer Malik and will continue to use that in my stories....Marik reminds me of some Anne Rice book...
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Ryou or Bakura or Malik or Yami Malik or Yu-gi-oh! at all... *sigh*
Warnings: Yaoi!! OOC!! Bad Language!! Possible Fluffiness!!
*Quick story notes*
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Ryou Bakura = Ryou
/blah/ = Ryou to Bakura
//blah// = Bakura to Ryou
\blah\ = Malik to Yami Malik
\\blah\\ = Yami Malik to Malik
{blah} = Yugi to Yami
{{blah}} = Yami to Yugi
[blah] = my comments! I should have put this in there before...
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~Part Three~
After Yugi's party, Ryou trudged home. He was in absolutely no hurry. What did he have to look forward to? His yami arriving in the wee hours of the morning, drunk off his ass, and ready to fuck or beat him? He sighed. Why couldn't Bakura be more like Yugi's yami? Okay wait, maybe not. Ryou chuckled a bit as he recalled what occurred earlier. Bakura would love the story. No, don't think about Bakura.
Ryou tried to clear his mind as he reached his house and entered. He had gained some of his yami's respect, and he wasn't going to lose it again by being weak and crying.
He looked around the living room, noting that the house was quiet and dark. 'I might as well just go to bed...'
The pale boy climbed up the stairs, head down, obviously very unhappy. He continued down the upstairs hallway, not even noticing the figure standing before him until he ran right into it.
"Gomen..." He muttered, not wanting to look up at his yami's face. He tried to move around him, facing the ground, bracing himself for a slap across the face or the like, 'Please don't hit me...'
"Ryou. I'm not going to hit you."
Ryou kept his eyes closed. There had been other times when Bakura said that, and then hit him anyways, laughing at his gullibility.
"Ryou, please look at me."
The pleading tone made the boy give in. He looked up at his yami, still expecting a smack, but finding just a slightly amused expression on his other's face, "I wouldn't hit you, love."
Bakura was clad in only a pair of plaid pajama pants. Actually they were his hikari's. A very confused Ryou was pulled into his yami's arms and held close, "Especially on your birthday..."
The lighter boy was surprised, "You knew?!"
"Of course I did. I just wanted to surprise you when you got home." The darker boy pulled his hikari into the bathroom, "Now I think you need a bath..."
Ryou was shocked when he entered the bathroom. The bathtub was filled with warm fragrant water. His yami reached for him again, dragging the ring and striped shirt the boy was wearing over his head. Ryou was still shocked. His yami HATED all of the 'girly' bath oils and shampoos he had. "Yami....are you feeling alright?"
Bakura smirked and pulled the slightly smaller boy's back against his chest, bringing his head back for a kiss. "Better than ever, love." He whispered.
He slid his hands down Ryou's chest, pausing a moment to fondle his nipples, then moved over his abdomen, producing a small giggle. Bakura grinned, "Ticklish aren't we..."
He then leaned down and bit his other's neck, while his skillful hands undid the buttons on his jeans. Ryou closed his eyes and moaned softly as his pants and boxers found their way to the floor and he was picked up and placed in the warm bath. He opened his eyes again once he was in the soothing water and watched as his yami quickly pulled off his own pants and climbed in beside him.
Once he was in the tub, Bakura grabbed Ryou around the waist and pulled the boy into his lap, back to chest once again.
"You're so beautiful, love." He whispered as he ran his fingers through his other's soft locks.
Ryou blushed slightly and leaned back for another kiss, "You're not bad yourself..."
Bakura accepted his hikari's tongue and groaned as the lighter boy rocked his hips back into his growing erection. He pulled away, growling lightly, and dunked his hikari's head underwater. Ryou came back up sputtering, "Why'd you do that!?"
Bakura smirked, "Your hair needs to be wet for me to wash it, baka."
He proceeded to grab Ryou's shampoo from the ledge and dumped some in his palm. He then began to work it through the boy's thick mane. Ryou closed his eyes and leaned back onto his yami's chest. Bakura's strong hands felt wonderful as they massaged his scalp.
When he finished, he leaned Ryou back over, rinsing the suds out of his hair carefully, avoiding his eyes. He repeated the actions with the conditioner instead. Ryou was in heaven, having not experienced the pleasure of having someone else wash his hair since he was young and his mother was still alive.
When Bakura was done, Ryou quickly turned in his lap, kissing his yami and letting their arousals rub together. When they broke for air, Ryou nuzzled the other's neck and whispered in his ear in a breathy voice, "I want you here and now."
Bakura gazed at the boy, mild surprise on his face, "Are you sure? I wasn't quite finished..."
Ryou's eyes burned with lust, "Yes! You can finish afterwords..."
Bakura just grinned wickedly and resumed kissing his hikari, grinding his hips into the other's. After moaning loudly, Ryou pulled away once again, a pleading look in his eyes, "Can I take you yami? Please?"
Unable to resist the big, soulful eyes fixed on him, Bakura slowly nodded his consent. Hey, it WAS the boy's birthday. He leaned back in the water so he was lying in the tub, and spread his legs, giving Ryou a VERY nice view. [^_^] Said boy leaned over his yami's torso and kissed him deeply once again.
/We don't even need lubrication with all the bath oils you put in the water./
Without giving the darker boy any chance to respond, he slid into him, gasping at the tight heat that he still wasn't used to. Bakura groaned loudly, digging his fingernails into Ryou's shoulders. The softer boy plunged in again as both boys moaned. He repeated the action over and over, needing no encouragement to go as fast and hard as they both liked.
Some of the water spilled out of the bathtub as the boys' motions became more frenzied. Bakura wrapped his legs around his hikari's waist and screamed brokenly as the little button inside of him was rubbed repeatedly. His hand found its way down to his own throbbing erection and he stroked it roughly, ecstasy splashed upon his face.
Ryou kept the tempo of his thrusts and leaned over to capture his yami's lips with his own.
/Yami, I love you./
He was so close. He opened his eyes partially and he could tell from the expression on his yami's face, he was as well.
//I love you too Aibou.//
With that, Bakura came, his hikari's name on his lips, his seed spilling all over his stomach and into the water. Ryou followed soon after and the two laid in the cooling water, relaxing. Bakura pulled his other back into his lap, "You know, you've gotten really good at that."
Ryou blushed and nipped at his yami's neck, "I still like it the best when you take me..."
Bakura then stood up, pulling the lighter boy with him, "Well, I'm not done remember? You said we could continue with what I was doing after you had your way."
He stepped out of the tub and brought Ryou with him. He reached for a towel and rubbed it all over the other and through his hair, then did the same for himself. He smiled fondly at his hikari.
//You know, you look incredibly sexy right now, love.//
Ryou blushed again, but it was true. The boy was extremely enticing with his hair plastered all over his face and neck, and droplets of water making their way down his smooth, pale form.
/What about you? You're much sexier than me anyways.../
Bakura shook his head in disapproval, but it was partially true at least. His hair was in a similar state, but his body was much more defined and muscular, giving him a completely different appeal.
Grabbing the boy's shoulders, Bakura led him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, around all the lit candles sitting about, and to the bed. He pushed the shorter boy face first down on the mattress and straddled his rear end. "Have you ever had a good massage, Ryou?"
"Uh, other than the one you gave my head earlier, no."
Bakura grinned, "Good."
He produced from who-knows-where a bottle of sandalwood massage oil and poured some into his hands. Ryou tensed up a bit when the cold liquid touched his skin, but then relaxed again when his yami's skilled hands began to knead the muscles in his shoulders. He closed his eyes and sighed happily as those strong fingers slowly worked their way down his spine.
He gasped in surprise though, as a single digit found its way to his entrance and penetrated it. A second and third soon followed. When Ryou began to thrust his hips back to meet the fingers, Bakura removed them and rolled the boy onto his back. He looked into his other's eyes and smiled at the affection that he saw there. "Do you have any idea how much I love you, Ryou?"
Ryou smiled and kissed the darker boy.
/No more than I love you./
Bakura smiled into the kiss and without breaking it, slid himself slowly into his hikari. Ryou moaned and closed his eyes, arching his back. Once he was in to the hilt, the dark spirit paused and looked at the boy beneath him. He took in everything from his flushed cheeks and pink, kiss-swollen lips, which were slightly parted, to his closed eyes and knotted brow. "Open your eyes, love."
Ryou complied and two pairs of deep brown eyes met. Without breaking the eye contact, Bakura thrust inside once again.
Despite the urge he felt to close his eyes again, Ryou kept his gaze on his yami. It was amazing....the emotions he could see passing through his other's face were so beautiful. Bakura had never let himself be this vulnerable before. His side of the mental link was completely open and the rush of feelings that were flooding out was overwhelming. It just added to his own pleasure.
Bakura was in a similar state. Watching his hikari in such bliss as he thrust in and out, it was unbelievable. He had never let himself be so exposed and trusting; it was against his nature, and he felt it was weak. But how wrong he was....now he knew what he had been missing.
When they came, gazes still locked, it was more than just a physical orgasm; it was mental as well. And with their link wide open, each could feel the other's pleasure overflowing to their side. Ryou arched his back and gripped Bakura's shoulders tightly, bringing the two as close as possible.
They lay together on the bed, hands running over each other's sweaty skin, basking in the afterglow of their pleasure. Bakura slowly slid down till he was eye level with his hikari's stomach and then slowly cleaned him, licking up his seed. Ryou giggled a bit, since it was his weak spot, and then pulled his yami back up, "I love you Bakura."
//I love you too, my hikari.//
Bakura lay on his back and pulled Ryou to his chest. "Did you go to Yugi's house today?"
"Uh...yeah. He threw a birthday party for me..." Ryou was a bit nervous, for Bakura hated the pharaoh and everyone associated with him.
"Was Malik there?"
Ryou broke up laughing before explaining the whole story to him....
"...and then, Malik dragged Yami up the stairs to fuck!!"
Bakura was having trouble breathing, he was laughing so hard, "Oh.Gods. I HAVE to talk to Malik tomorrow! That's so fucking great!!:
Ryou giggled some more, but then a sly look appeared on his face, "Do you know what Malik gave me?"
Bakura calmed himself a bit before giving the lighter boy a quizzical look, "No, what did that bastard give you?" He grinned evilly, "It must be something good cause he wouldn't tell m--."
He gasped, cutting off his sentence, as something poked him in the ass. Ryou giggled again before he was thrown on his back and Bakura climbed over him.
"Well, well, well. A dildo." He said as he held the object up. "This will make things more interesting..."
*THE END*
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A/N: Hehe....yeah, it took me FOREVER to write this, but I think it turned out rather nicely...^_^
Well, as usual please drop me a review! Thanks!
By: Yami-Jen
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A/N: Sorry for the long wait....school started again and I had a major case of writer's block...Thanks for the reviews! If you count today, Monday, part of the weekend, (since it is a 3-day weekend for me...) I did get this chappie out when I said I would! Woohoo! ^_^ Oooh, and this weekend on kids wb, Malik introduced himself! And his name IS Marik! Not bad I guess, though I still prefer Malik and will continue to use that in my stories....Marik reminds me of some Anne Rice book...
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Ryou or Bakura or Malik or Yami Malik or Yu-gi-oh! at all... *sigh*
Warnings: Yaoi!! OOC!! Bad Language!! Possible Fluffiness!!
*Quick story notes*
Yami Bakura = Bakura
Ryou Bakura = Ryou
/blah/ = Ryou to Bakura
//blah// = Bakura to Ryou
\blah\ = Malik to Yami Malik
\\blah\\ = Yami Malik to Malik
{blah} = Yugi to Yami
{{blah}} = Yami to Yugi
[blah] = my comments! I should have put this in there before...
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~Part Three~
After Yugi's party, Ryou trudged home. He was in absolutely no hurry. What did he have to look forward to? His yami arriving in the wee hours of the morning, drunk off his ass, and ready to fuck or beat him? He sighed. Why couldn't Bakura be more like Yugi's yami? Okay wait, maybe not. Ryou chuckled a bit as he recalled what occurred earlier. Bakura would love the story. No, don't think about Bakura.
Ryou tried to clear his mind as he reached his house and entered. He had gained some of his yami's respect, and he wasn't going to lose it again by being weak and crying.
He looked around the living room, noting that the house was quiet and dark. 'I might as well just go to bed...'
The pale boy climbed up the stairs, head down, obviously very unhappy. He continued down the upstairs hallway, not even noticing the figure standing before him until he ran right into it.
"Gomen..." He muttered, not wanting to look up at his yami's face. He tried to move around him, facing the ground, bracing himself for a slap across the face or the like, 'Please don't hit me...'
"Ryou. I'm not going to hit you."
Ryou kept his eyes closed. There had been other times when Bakura said that, and then hit him anyways, laughing at his gullibility.
"Ryou, please look at me."
The pleading tone made the boy give in. He looked up at his yami, still expecting a smack, but finding just a slightly amused expression on his other's face, "I wouldn't hit you, love."
Bakura was clad in only a pair of plaid pajama pants. Actually they were his hikari's. A very confused Ryou was pulled into his yami's arms and held close, "Especially on your birthday..."
The lighter boy was surprised, "You knew?!"
"Of course I did. I just wanted to surprise you when you got home." The darker boy pulled his hikari into the bathroom, "Now I think you need a bath..."
Ryou was shocked when he entered the bathroom. The bathtub was filled with warm fragrant water. His yami reached for him again, dragging the ring and striped shirt the boy was wearing over his head. Ryou was still shocked. His yami HATED all of the 'girly' bath oils and shampoos he had. "Yami....are you feeling alright?"
Bakura smirked and pulled the slightly smaller boy's back against his chest, bringing his head back for a kiss. "Better than ever, love." He whispered.
He slid his hands down Ryou's chest, pausing a moment to fondle his nipples, then moved over his abdomen, producing a small giggle. Bakura grinned, "Ticklish aren't we..."
He then leaned down and bit his other's neck, while his skillful hands undid the buttons on his jeans. Ryou closed his eyes and moaned softly as his pants and boxers found their way to the floor and he was picked up and placed in the warm bath. He opened his eyes again once he was in the soothing water and watched as his yami quickly pulled off his own pants and climbed in beside him.
Once he was in the tub, Bakura grabbed Ryou around the waist and pulled the boy into his lap, back to chest once again.
"You're so beautiful, love." He whispered as he ran his fingers through his other's soft locks.
Ryou blushed slightly and leaned back for another kiss, "You're not bad yourself..."
Bakura accepted his hikari's tongue and groaned as the lighter boy rocked his hips back into his growing erection. He pulled away, growling lightly, and dunked his hikari's head underwater. Ryou came back up sputtering, "Why'd you do that!?"
Bakura smirked, "Your hair needs to be wet for me to wash it, baka."
He proceeded to grab Ryou's shampoo from the ledge and dumped some in his palm. He then began to work it through the boy's thick mane. Ryou closed his eyes and leaned back onto his yami's chest. Bakura's strong hands felt wonderful as they massaged his scalp.
When he finished, he leaned Ryou back over, rinsing the suds out of his hair carefully, avoiding his eyes. He repeated the actions with the conditioner instead. Ryou was in heaven, having not experienced the pleasure of having someone else wash his hair since he was young and his mother was still alive.
When Bakura was done, Ryou quickly turned in his lap, kissing his yami and letting their arousals rub together. When they broke for air, Ryou nuzzled the other's neck and whispered in his ear in a breathy voice, "I want you here and now."
Bakura gazed at the boy, mild surprise on his face, "Are you sure? I wasn't quite finished..."
Ryou's eyes burned with lust, "Yes! You can finish afterwords..."
Bakura just grinned wickedly and resumed kissing his hikari, grinding his hips into the other's. After moaning loudly, Ryou pulled away once again, a pleading look in his eyes, "Can I take you yami? Please?"
Unable to resist the big, soulful eyes fixed on him, Bakura slowly nodded his consent. Hey, it WAS the boy's birthday. He leaned back in the water so he was lying in the tub, and spread his legs, giving Ryou a VERY nice view. [^_^] Said boy leaned over his yami's torso and kissed him deeply once again.
/We don't even need lubrication with all the bath oils you put in the water./
Without giving the darker boy any chance to respond, he slid into him, gasping at the tight heat that he still wasn't used to. Bakura groaned loudly, digging his fingernails into Ryou's shoulders. The softer boy plunged in again as both boys moaned. He repeated the action over and over, needing no encouragement to go as fast and hard as they both liked.
Some of the water spilled out of the bathtub as the boys' motions became more frenzied. Bakura wrapped his legs around his hikari's waist and screamed brokenly as the little button inside of him was rubbed repeatedly. His hand found its way down to his own throbbing erection and he stroked it roughly, ecstasy splashed upon his face.
Ryou kept the tempo of his thrusts and leaned over to capture his yami's lips with his own.
/Yami, I love you./
He was so close. He opened his eyes partially and he could tell from the expression on his yami's face, he was as well.
//I love you too Aibou.//
With that, Bakura came, his hikari's name on his lips, his seed spilling all over his stomach and into the water. Ryou followed soon after and the two laid in the cooling water, relaxing. Bakura pulled his other back into his lap, "You know, you've gotten really good at that."
Ryou blushed and nipped at his yami's neck, "I still like it the best when you take me..."
Bakura then stood up, pulling the lighter boy with him, "Well, I'm not done remember? You said we could continue with what I was doing after you had your way."
He stepped out of the tub and brought Ryou with him. He reached for a towel and rubbed it all over the other and through his hair, then did the same for himself. He smiled fondly at his hikari.
//You know, you look incredibly sexy right now, love.//
Ryou blushed again, but it was true. The boy was extremely enticing with his hair plastered all over his face and neck, and droplets of water making their way down his smooth, pale form.
/What about you? You're much sexier than me anyways.../
Bakura shook his head in disapproval, but it was partially true at least. His hair was in a similar state, but his body was much more defined and muscular, giving him a completely different appeal.
Grabbing the boy's shoulders, Bakura led him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, around all the lit candles sitting about, and to the bed. He pushed the shorter boy face first down on the mattress and straddled his rear end. "Have you ever had a good massage, Ryou?"
"Uh, other than the one you gave my head earlier, no."
Bakura grinned, "Good."
He produced from who-knows-where a bottle of sandalwood massage oil and poured some into his hands. Ryou tensed up a bit when the cold liquid touched his skin, but then relaxed again when his yami's skilled hands began to knead the muscles in his shoulders. He closed his eyes and sighed happily as those strong fingers slowly worked their way down his spine.
He gasped in surprise though, as a single digit found its way to his entrance and penetrated it. A second and third soon followed. When Ryou began to thrust his hips back to meet the fingers, Bakura removed them and rolled the boy onto his back. He looked into his other's eyes and smiled at the affection that he saw there. "Do you have any idea how much I love you, Ryou?"
Ryou smiled and kissed the darker boy.
/No more than I love you./
Bakura smiled into the kiss and without breaking it, slid himself slowly into his hikari. Ryou moaned and closed his eyes, arching his back. Once he was in to the hilt, the dark spirit paused and looked at the boy beneath him. He took in everything from his flushed cheeks and pink, kiss-swollen lips, which were slightly parted, to his closed eyes and knotted brow. "Open your eyes, love."
Ryou complied and two pairs of deep brown eyes met. Without breaking the eye contact, Bakura thrust inside once again.
Despite the urge he felt to close his eyes again, Ryou kept his gaze on his yami. It was amazing....the emotions he could see passing through his other's face were so beautiful. Bakura had never let himself be this vulnerable before. His side of the mental link was completely open and the rush of feelings that were flooding out was overwhelming. It just added to his own pleasure.
Bakura was in a similar state. Watching his hikari in such bliss as he thrust in and out, it was unbelievable. He had never let himself be so exposed and trusting; it was against his nature, and he felt it was weak. But how wrong he was....now he knew what he had been missing.
When they came, gazes still locked, it was more than just a physical orgasm; it was mental as well. And with their link wide open, each could feel the other's pleasure overflowing to their side. Ryou arched his back and gripped Bakura's shoulders tightly, bringing the two as close as possible.
They lay together on the bed, hands running over each other's sweaty skin, basking in the afterglow of their pleasure. Bakura slowly slid down till he was eye level with his hikari's stomach and then slowly cleaned him, licking up his seed. Ryou giggled a bit, since it was his weak spot, and then pulled his yami back up, "I love you Bakura."
//I love you too, my hikari.//
Bakura lay on his back and pulled Ryou to his chest. "Did you go to Yugi's house today?"
"Uh...yeah. He threw a birthday party for me..." Ryou was a bit nervous, for Bakura hated the pharaoh and everyone associated with him.
"Was Malik there?"
Ryou broke up laughing before explaining the whole story to him....
"...and then, Malik dragged Yami up the stairs to fuck!!"
Bakura was having trouble breathing, he was laughing so hard, "Oh.Gods. I HAVE to talk to Malik tomorrow! That's so fucking great!!:
Ryou giggled some more, but then a sly look appeared on his face, "Do you know what Malik gave me?"
Bakura calmed himself a bit before giving the lighter boy a quizzical look, "No, what did that bastard give you?" He grinned evilly, "It must be something good cause he wouldn't tell m--."
He gasped, cutting off his sentence, as something poked him in the ass. Ryou giggled again before he was thrown on his back and Bakura climbed over him.
"Well, well, well. A dildo." He said as he held the object up. "This will make things more interesting..."
*THE END*
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A/N: Hehe....yeah, it took me FOREVER to write this, but I think it turned out rather nicely...^_^
Well, as usual please drop me a review! Thanks!