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What They Don't Know	By : SuT Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2743 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-What They Don't Know
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A/N: This is just a
one shot fic that came to me while I was listening to Ministry in the
car on the way to work. I had the
volume up so loud I could feel every beat in my chest. On this ride I was graced with the image of
Bakura, slightly drunk, dressed in black leather. Now Bakura�s the kind of guy who would really get into Ministry,
it would really be a turn on for him. I
wanted Ryou to be a participant, but not a victim. I think the two of them could really get into the other�s twisted
fantasies. So this is what that car ride turned into, I hope you enjoy it. If you do please let me know, and if you
don�t constructive criticism is always welcome. Oh, and I don�t own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Also, this is Yaoi and has some mild bondage, so if you
don�t like, don�t read.

What They Don�t Know.

Ryou lay in
the dark, hands stacked underneath his head as he lost himself in the pulsating
music that filled the room. He loved
coming here when his dark was out, lying in the room that his dark occupied. He loved the strange familiarity he felt
here that filled him with a sense of calm.

He had
returned from work and found the flat empty.
As usual there was no note as to where his other half had gone. Ryou hoped that his dark was at least
keeping himself out of serious trouble.
It was late, but he was wired from working and needed to unwind. Without conscious thought he found himself
going into Bakura�s room instead of his own.
He was frequently drawn there when he was alone, drawn by his dark like
a moth to a flame, even in his absence.
He didn�t bother to change, just slipped off his shoes and lay on the
unmade bed still wearing his tan dress pants and white button down shirt, he
had taken his tie off in the car on the ride home. He groped around on the shelf on the headboard until his hand
felt the familiar shape of the stereo remote.
He hit play, curious as to what his dark had been listening to last.

Despite the
shock that his friends would experience with this information, Ryou enjoyed the
hard and heavy music that Bakura listened to.
The chaos in the music wound into his soul and in it he found
contentment. At times he wondered if
his dark was the only one that truly knew him.
He was what was expected of him amongst his friends, a somewhat familiar
version of himself, but he was more like his dark than anyone could ever
guess. And this was a secret the two of
them held dearly.

He closed
his eyes against the darkness as the room filled with the throbbing sounds of
the stereo. Bakura must have been
feeling pretty mellow tonight, or maybe nostalgic. Compared to most of the stuff that his dark listened to, Nine
Inch Nails� Pretty Hate Machine could be considered tame. If he ever suggested to his dark that he
could read his mood by his choice of cd he would be scoffed at, but he was
usually right on the money. He let his
thoughts drift as the music washed over him, allowing himself to relax from the
day�s tensions. Work hadn�t been as bad
as it could have been; he just despised his job at the hotel. Bakura frequently tried to convince him to
quit but what would they do for money, it�s not like Bakura was going to become
a successful member of society any time soon.
Not that he�d want him to anyway; his dark was what he could only dream
to be. Ryou could only fantasize about
being so reckless and wild, he would just have to live vicariously through
him. Let�s face it, in some ways he was
already becoming a little more like his dark every day.

Ryou smiled
in the darkness as he listened to the song playing. How fitting it was to the relationship he had with Bakura, he
lost himself in the lyrics:

He wondered what put Bakura in such a mood to listen to this
particular disc; maybe he was feeling a bit romantic in his own twisted
way. He began to drift, allowing
himself to enter that first layer of altered state before deep slumber takes
over.

Bakura
opened the door after only three attempts to get the key in the hole. As far as he was concerned he barely had a
buzz on. He walked in and threw his
black leather jacket on the couch and watched as it slid immediately to the
floor. Fuck it, let it stay there. He walked to the fridge and pulled out a
beer, opening it and taking a deep swallow.
He shook his long white hair out of his eyes as he searched for
something to eat, he was always hungry.
His heavy black boots clomped across the kitchen as he stuffed some
leftovers in the microwave before heading to the bathroom. Gods he needed to piss.

He admired
himself in the mirrored shower door as he braced his arm against the wall
relieving himself. His body was tightly
muscled and lean, his chest broad and hard under the tight red silk shirt that
tapered down his flat stomach and into tight black leather pants. He zipped them up and smirked at himself in
the mirror, �I�d fuck me.� He laughed
at this, the sound deep and somewhat menacing in the silence. He heard the microwave beep and walked out
of the bathroom. He cocked his head to
the side and listened, hearing music coming from his closed bedroom. Had he left it on? He didn�t think so.
Forgetting his snack he took a swallow from the bottle in his hand and
started down the hall.

Bakura
swung the door open and smiled at the sight before him. Ryou lay sleeping on his unmade bed. He listened to the song fade and the discs
begin to change. What had he put on
next, he couldn�t remember? He was
immediately rewarded with Ministry blaring out of the speakers. His light flinched slightly at the increase
in chaos but remained asleep. Bakura
would never admit it to anyone, even Ryou, but his light pleased him. Ryou could handle anything that he could
throw his way and never complained. And
let�s face it; Bakura could be a sadistic fuck to his little light.

He stood
there, just looking at the man sleeping in his bed, happy to find him
there. They maintained separate rooms,
and enjoyed their privacy, but would frequently share the other�s beds. It was a strange relationship they shared,
but deep and strong all the same. He
listened to the fast and heavy music throbbing in the room and felt himself
stir. Now Ministry, Ministry
was fuck music to be sure, and the sight of Ryou lying prone on the bed was too
much for him to handle. He stepped in
and shut the door quietly behind him and quickly slipped off his boots. He would have undressed further but didn�t
want to lose this opportunity and risk his light waking up. He moved purposefully in the dark and found
the padded handcuffs where he�d left them on his bureau. He gently pulled Ryou�s hands out from under
his head and secured them to the bedpost.
He worked quickly and managed to complete the task before his light
began to open his eyes.

Ryou opened
his eyes slowly and saw the silhouette of his dark standing over him. He smiled to himself and moved to sit up,
becoming immediately aware of his bindings.
Bakura swiftly jumped on him and straddled his hips, completing his
restraint.

�My, my,
aren�t we energetic tonight?� Ryou
teased, his voice turning husky with arousal.
He loved when Bakura managed to sneak up on him, it didn�t happen often.

Bakura bent
down and kissed his light deeply, pulling away just as the bound man was
responding passionately. �Who�s the one
who�s energetic?� Bakura�s voice was
deep and filled with dark promise. He
reached ove the thelf olf on the headboard and quickly lit the two candles that
rested there. With the added light the
sight underneath him was an immediate reward. Ryou�s eyes were misted with
passion as he pleaded with them for his dark to continue.

His dark
tilted his head back and laughed, now this was worth coming home to. Still straddling his light he pulled off his
shirt. Ryou gasped at the sight of his
dark�s well-muscled torso, golden in the candlelight. He pulled futilely against his bonds, wanting to feel his dark�s
hot skin under his fingertips.

Bakura
smirked evilly down at the man underneath him.
�If you�re a good boy I�ll let you out�. eventually.� He reached for another object on the shelf,
waving it in front of his light�s eyes, candlelight reflecting in the
metal. Ryou moaned in the back of his
throat when he saw the knife, his arousal throbbing in anticipation.

Ryou knew
that Bakura would never hurt him; he had complete trust in his dark. His friends would think him daft if he ever
admitthatthat to them. They would never
understand the love between the two, the extent that his dark would go to in
keeping him safe. Of course Bakura
would kill him if he ever told anyone how companionate the man really was, so
this was kept a heavily guarded secret.
Not that he minded really, it allowed him to keep his dark selfishly to
himself. Plus, Bakura was a ruthless
and cutthroat adversary and would show no mercy if pushed, especially where
Ryou was concerned. It was wise to fear
him.

Bakura
smirked at the moan from his light, he knew how much he like it rough and
dangerous and was definitely willing to please. He ran the blade down the side of his light�s cheek with enough
pressure to cause him to shudder in pleasure but not enough to leave a
mark. The knife was incredibly sharp
and Bakura used great care. It amazed
him how much trust his light had in him, but would never use this trust against
him. He ran the knife down Ryou�s
chest, with a quick flick of the wrist sending the buttons flying across the
room. He parted the shirt using the
blade to draw it open, exposing flawless skin, pale in the candlelight. Ryou was slight of build but still had firm
muscle tone cutting his chest.

Ryou panted
underneath his dark, moaning as the blade caressed a hardened nipple. Instantly the blade was replaced with a hot
tongue, encircling the sensitive nub.
He gasped at the sensation and tried futilely to grind his pelvis
against his dark. He was being pinned
solidly to the bed. Bakura loved the
torment he was causing and was willing to draw it out until his light was
begging for release. He attacked Ryou�s
mouth with hungry kisses, feeling himself grow harder with every whimper
emitted from his light�s throat. His
leather pants were becoming painfully restrictive so he stood up and slowly
peeled them off, pleased with how greedily Ryou was taking in the show. To tease him further Bakura stood before him
naked, skin shimmering golden in the candlelight, stroking his erection. He smirked as his light struggled violently
against his bonds. Gods how he loved to
torture people.

The music
throbbed and pulsated in the room, speed metal making Bakura�s blood pump
faster through his veins. Torturing
Ryou also meant torturing himself, and he didn�t know how much more he could
take, but would not give in before his light did. He moved over his captive and began to tug at his pants, wanting
desperately now to see all of his pale skin, to taste and tease it. Ryou shivered with anticipation, tugging
futilely at his bonds again, growling in his throat.

Bakura
blanketed him with his body, gasping at the contact of skin on skin. He kissed his light�s neck, teasing his
earlobe with his tongue. �Tell me what
you want.� He purred into his light�s
ear, wanting him to beg and plead. Ryou
moaned, legs rubbing restlessly against the one�s laying between his. The feel of his dark�s throbbing member against
his stomach was enough to drive him crazy, but he knew that if he gave in too
quickly Bakura would not be satisfied; Bakura liked it when it was drawn
out. Ryou shook his head in refusal,
hissing between his teeth as his dark nipped at his flesh and began to run his
tongue lower. He liked the feel of his
dark rubbing his engorged member against him, showing him how much he too
needed release.

Bakura
inwardly smiled, pleased at his light�s stubborn streak. He pushed his erection against the other�s
belly as he drew him into another passionate his. Their mouths were hot, Bakura tasting of beer and Ryou sweet,
like strawberries. Their tongues
battled for dominance, Ryou growling in frustration as his dark pulled back,
lowering his head to run his tongue around a hardened nipple, drawing it in and
suckling. Ryou arched his back at the
pleasure coursing through him, bucking his hips with his need for release. Bakura took his time and administered the
same treatment to the other nipple, willing his captive to beg for mercy. He kissed lower, across the smooth skin of
his taught belly, licking and sucking everywhere but that which needed it the
most. He nipped at Ryou�s inner thighs,
enjoying his strangled cry and his gasping breaths. He looked at the object of his desire, fully hard and throbbing
desperately for release. He buried his
nose in the hair at the base, inhaling deeply and enjoying the musky scent,
allowing his cheek to brush against the sensitive skin. He took his time licking and sucking trails
along his light�s body until he once again was nibbling on his neck pressing
his own erection against the other�s belly.

�Say
it.� Bakura purred into Ryou�s ear,
hearing the desperate gasps, �Just say it and I�ll make everything better.�

Ryou looked
up at his dark with pleading eyes, weakening with the assault on his body, he
couldn�t take much more. Bakura tried
to push him over the edge by lifting his hips and pressing his own erection
intimately against his light�s, grinding gently. Ryou released a guttural moan. He couldn�t take any more.

�Please?� sin single word came out a hoarse whisper,
but it was all that was needed. Bakura
pushed himself up and with one quick movement took all of Ryou�s length into
his mouth and down his throat. Ryou
immediately lost control and began bucking his hips. Bakura expertly matched his movements, stretching his throat to
accommodate his light�s member. He
could feel Ryou began to tense up, nearing release. He put his hands underneath his light�s buttocks and urged him
deeper. He felt the beginning of Ryou�s
orgasm, swallowing and enjoying the passionate screams being emitted by his
light. When the spasms ended he pulled
away, licking his lips. Ryou looked
thoroughly ravished as he lay there gasping for breath. Bakura lowered himself, kissing his light
gently and reaching onto the shelf once again.

Bakura
slathered his member with lubricant and pushed it slowly against his light�s
opening. Ryou was relaxed from his
orgasm and this made penetration much easier.
He took his time easing himself in, stilling himself when he was fully
embedded allowing for the other to get used to the intrusion. Ryou wrapped his legs around his dark,
willing him to continue. Bakura started
slowly, savoring the feel of his light�s hot tightness. The legs around him tightened further and he
increased his tempo, plunging deeper and bringing himself closer to the
brink. He could feel Ryou�s renewed
erection pushing against his belly and smirked down at his light; he was
supposed to be the insatiable one. His
light moaned loudly as he plunged deeper still and hit his sweet spot. That moan was his undoing, he could hold
back no further. He began to pound into
his light whose hoarse screams of pleasure were barely heard over the pounding
of his own heart. He felt himself on
the brink and braced his weight on one arm so he could stroke his light while
he found fulfillment. Ryou came again
just as Bakura did. Bakura growled deep
in his throat as he was emptying himself into his light and collapsing on top
of the other.

The sounds
of the pulsating music were accompanied by ragged breathing, the smell of sex
in the air. Bakura was careful not to
crush the body beneath him and carefully rolled to the side. He could not stop stroking his light,
running his fingers over his smooth skin and through silky hair. His heart ached in his chest at how giving
his light was and he smiled as he looked into Ryou�s sleepy eyes. He reached for the key and undid the
handcuffs, gently massaging the taxed muscles to avoid cramping.
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Ryou sighed
contentedly at Bakura�s gentle hands.
He was pulled into his dark�s strong embrace, tucking his head under the
other�s chin. Ryou was asleep almost
instantly and Bakura just lay there, enjoying the feel of his other half in his
arms. He could feel his light relaxing
into sleep and kissed him lovingly on the top of his head, Ryou never
disappointed him. He felt around for
the remote and hit the button.

Silence.

*the only time, nine inch nails
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