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~The Fear~

By:
Aerys Krystie.

A/N:
Dragonlady222, I am so sorry to confuse you!

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Bakura woke early the next morning. He looked
down at Yami, who seemed content to snuggle with his chest. With a much needed
moan, Bakura shook Yami�s shoulder.

Yami slowly opened his eyes, looking round
groggily. As if remembering where he was and with whom, he darted out of the
bed, using a pillow to give himself some decency. His eyes rested on Bakura and
the aches and pains of last night became present.

With a groan, Yami sat on the bed, running his
hands through his hair. He gasped as he felt cool hands on his shoulder,
kneading the tension out. He was curious as to why Bakura was doing this.

�I figured you would need it after last night.
Was I right? Tell me I was right.� Not wanting to admit it, but Bakura felt a
lot better after taking it out on the pharaoh last night. He could only hope
they would be able to do it again, very soon.

Yami moaned as Bakura�s strong fingers seem to
solve all his problems. The digits knew where to press, how much to apply. His
own hands gripped the pillow as his body responded and not in the way that he
wanted.

Yami stopped Bakura�s work, turning around to
face him. His eyes begged Bakura and Yami knew that Bakura knew what he wanted.
He had a feeling the pale spirit wasn�t expecting him to start demanding sex.

�Why me, stealer of souls?�

Bakura smirked. �Because Marik is fucking Kaiba
and Ryou and Yugi are not my type. Now, that leaves Malik, who is bed hopping
between Ryou and Yugi. Don�t bother to stand up for the runt. I turned him
down.�

Yami laughed. �You passed up a chance for sex?�
He hadn�t been paying much attention to what Bakura had said. If it weren�t for
the erection he was sporting, he might have raised a few questions.

�I do it fairly often when it comes to people
I�m not attracted to. Now, why did you stop me?� Bakura ran his eyes over Yami�s
body, seeing his erection.

Yami�s hand went to Bakura�s groin, rubbing the
organ until it was erect as his own. Slowly, but confidently, Yami grasped the
muscle, his hand running the length of the shaft.

Bakura stopped Yami�s hand, shaking his head. �I
want you to be a little more creative.� A sly smile came across Bakura�s mouth
and Yami wondered how he could be more creative.

More creative? More creative with what? There is
only so much a hand could do. Yami�s
eyes widened as he licked his lips. Well, this was going to be an experiment and
a half for all parties concerned.

Lowering his head, Yami stared at Bakura�s
erection. He could not believe he was about to do this. Yet, at the same time,
he didn�t want to disappoint Bakura, not when he so much to learn.

Bakura watched Yami, who looked so lost and
confused. �Take your time, Pharaoh. I know this will be your first, so don�t
overdo yourself.� Bakura tilted Yami�s head up. �Okay?�

Yami stared at Bakura. Why was he so concerned?
Now what to think about it, he nodded, lowering his head again. Taking a
shuddering breath, he watched the shafted before him twitched. It was somehow
fascinating.

Bakura moistened his lips. He did love having
amateurs give him oral pleasure. He wasn�t sure what it was about it. He figured
it was being their first that got to him. Being someone�s first for anything was
sexual motivation enough.

Bakura drew a sharp breath as Yami�s tongue made
contact with the tip of his erection. His hands found their to Yami�s thick mop,
gently massaging his scalp. He didn�t want Yami to feel pressured into this.

Yami continued to lick Bakura, getting himself
use to the taste, which wasn�t as bad he was expecting it to be. Feeling a
little more confident, Yami took the head of Bakura�s erection into his mouth.

Frowning slightly, Yami thought it over. He felt
completely natural having Bakura�s appendage in mouth. He wasn�t nervous. If
anything, he was a little excited. He knew he wasn�t the first to suck Bakura
off, but that didn�t matter.

He gradually slid his mouth down the shaft, only
taking in about three quarters of the flesh. Grinning to himself when Bakura
moaned out, Yami slowly bobbed his head up and down the rod.

Bakura let out a sigh that could be classed as a
moan. He watched Yami, raising an eyebrow when his hand went to his own member.
Hands still lost within Yami�s hair, Bakura ripped his head up with it.

Yami gasped, staring at Bakura. He didn�t
understand what he had done wrong. Why did Bakura look so pissed off?

�Last night wasn�t just for last night, slave.�
Bakura pulled Yami�s face closer.

Now Yami was even more confused. He didn�t
remember Bakura�s name. He stared at the pale spirit, hoping he would explain
what was going on.

�You do not touch yourself without my
permission. Is that clear?� Bakura tightened his grip in the multi colored
strands.

Everything became clear. He was only allowed to
breath on his own, by the looks of things. Yami found this exhilarating. This
would be the first time he was to be the slave. After being pharaoh for so long,
being the underdog would be a nice change of scenery.

�Yes, master,� he replied, lowering his eyes.

Bakura loosened his grip, now that Yami was
going to behave. �Continue.�

Yami lowered his head again, taking the member
into his mouth. He hoped that if he continued to please Bakura he could feel his
length in him again. Yami moaned at the idea, bobbing his head a little faster,
than but not as fast as he had seen in some movies.

Bakura took one hand out of Yami�s hair, to rest
on it. His head fell back as a guttural moan left his mouth. His eyes closed as
he allowed the pleasure to full envelope him. He opened his eyes to slivers to
look down at Yami.

With the hand still lost in the mess, Bakura
pulled his head back. He had behaved himself, and even though he was enjoying
it, Bakura wanted to down to business. After stroking Yami�s mop a few times, he
beckoned him to come closer.

As the tanned spirit crawled up his body, Bakura
smirked, his eyes flashing. �That�s a good boy. I know what you want to do, and
you have my permission to do it.�

Bakura rested on his elbows, watching Yami with
intense eyes. A small jolt went through his body as Yami gripped his erection,
keeping it steady as he seated himself on it. Bakura tensed, battling to keep
his eyes and moan held back.

Yami stared at Bakura. Seeing that he was fine,
he continued to insert the hot member. When it was fully in his behind, he sat
there for a moment. He wasn�t sure to being entered without preparation, as the
heated stinging sensation wasn�t like the other times.

Resting his hands on Bakura�s shoulders, the
sting only a dull throb now, Yami raised himself at a snails pace. He bit his
lower lip. This certainly was different from last night. Without the lubricant,
moving was a litter difficult and quite uncomfortable.

Bearing it, Yami continued to move slowly, not
wanting to cause any damage to himself. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the
unusual sensation and concentrate on pleasing his master. It was easier said
than done. Yami had a feeling he would need to practice at home, or see Bakura a
lot more often to get use to it.

Gasping as he hit that spot deep within himself,
Yami felt his slightly deflated member spring back to life. Ignoring everything
that was uncomfortable, Yami raised and lowered himself a little faster. His
back arched as he hit it again, his head fell back as he cried out.

Bakura gripped Yami�s hips, surprised with him.
He never expected the ex-pharaoh to be so willing to insert an erection without
preparation and with only saliva as lubricant. His smirk became a little
malicious as he raised his hips as Yami lowered himself, grunting.

Yami screamed. He tried desperately not to touch
himself as his body kept telling him that he suffered long enough last night,
and now was a time for a quick orgasm. Eyes opening to slits of lustful crimson,
Yami looked down at Bakura.

�Master?� Yami�s head fell forward, moaning
loudly, the noise almost echoing in the room. He raised his head slightly.
�Please, may I touch myself?�

Bakura snickered between groans. �Soon.�

Yami gripped pale shoulders tightly, his nails
digging into the soft skin. He had to keep his hands from doing something he was
not allowed to do. Bouncing faster, Yami was crying out every time he lowered
himself. A pleasured smile crossed his lips, staying there.

Perspiration beaded along his forehead, along
his spine and inner thighs. Yami felt his body begging for release. The hands on
his hips tightened their grip, and Yami looked into Bakura�s eyes, asking the
question again. He wanted, no, needed it.

Bakura gritted his teeth. He was going to make
this last longer. He would be damned if he was going to let his body have its
way; he had already done that last night. He could feel Yami�s nails digging in
further, knowing he was just as close.

Seeing those questioning eyes, Bakura inclined
his head. He moaned as the nails were removed from his skin. His eyes went to
the hand that Yami was using to pleasure himself further. It was a lovely sight
of Yami riding him like a cowboy, while his concurrently masturbated.

Yami�s moans were just short of screams as his
ecstasy doubled. He held back on his orgasm until he felt a heat in his rear and
heard his master�s long groan. He continued to slide up and down the pole of
flesh for a few seconds. That was as long as he could last, before crying out as
he released onto his hand and stomach.

Even though he knew he wasn�t allowed to, Yami
murmured Bakura�s name as he collapsed on his chest, shuddering slightly. He
half expected a slap on the rear for saying his master�s name, but all he got
was a chuckle and hands running through his hair.

�You don�t learn, do you?� Bakura realized what
he was doing and stopped himself. He couldn�t afford to be gentle with Yami now.

�Of course not, master.� Yami smiled, but
stopped almost immediately. He sat up, looking down at Bakura. �What do you mean
Marik and Kaiba are fucking? How long has that been going on for?�

�About six months. Does it bother you?� Bakura
stared into contemplating scarlet eyes. The answer shocked him.

�Not anymore. I have no reason to be upset over
it. It�s not like I was ever going to be Kaiba. He was just a passing phase. I�m
sure we�ve all gone through it. I know Yugi has.� Yami removed Bakura�s limp
penis from his rump, making a disgusted face as semen leaked out of it.

�Guilty here, too. Must have something to do
with the fact we know nothing about him.� Bakura sat up, Yami falling to his
lap. �I suggest we shower. I�m sure no-one will notice we�re not at school.�

Yami lowered his eyes as thoughts entered his
mind. �Yeah.� He stood from the bed. He had a feeling today was going to be very
interesting, indeed.

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End chapter VII.

Dear God, I am so sorry this chapter was so
short! Anyway, thanks a bunch to everyone who has reviewed. You�re all so
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