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Before Winter Ends	By : MiyAsuka Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Before Winter Ends

Author: MiyAsuka

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.
Kazuki Takahashi does.

Major paring: Bakura/Ryou

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Yaoi, sexual tension,
masturbation and sex in later chapters.

Notes: Here it is. My first YGO
Christmas fic. Well, it may be more than a Christmas fic since I'm
going to include New Year's Day and Valentine's Day as well. It's
sort of a Winter fic I guess.

&&&

"I'm home," Bakura grumbled
as he closed the door of the apartment he shared with Ryou. He
quickly removed his shoes, throwing them somewhere near Ryou's. Hell,
he was beat. Because of the rush caused by the Christmas season, he
had had to work overtime. Now, that wasn't exactly what had tired
him out. Grilling steaks wasn't an exhausting task. The problem had
been all about his coworkers getting on his nerves. Especially one of
them who kept annoying him to no end because she would be chirping
non-stop about how she was going to spend Christmas Eve with that
I've-got-a-broom-up-my-ass jerk of a CEO. Shit, wasn't she Ryou's
friend, he would have choked her to death a long time ago.

Bakura stripped off his coat and
shivered as he hang it on the hall stand. It was way too cold in that
apartment. He still didn't get why most of Japanese homes didn't have
central-heating. That was like one of the most genius invention of
the modern world – with the microwave, of course – why
not use it? Bakura shrugged in incomprehension and moved into the
living room. Maybe with some convincing, he could get Ryou to buy a
heater. At least he could watch TV comfortably.

As Bakura was about to make a straight
line to the bedroom, some twinkling lights caught his eye. He
blinked. "What the-?" Bakura saw it next to the couch. It
took him a few seconds to figure out what it was. He had seen them at
work, he had seen them all over the streets, hell, even that old
optician he despised had one in her waiting room. And now, here was
one of them. Inside his own home. A Christmas tree. What's more, a
very fake tree, for Bakura was sure of the non-existence of
transparent white trees that kept changing color from red to blue,
including purple but strangely, not green. He shook his head with the
tiniest of smiles on his lips. Ryou. Bakura should have expected it
for Ryou loved to celebrate anything that could be celebrated. He
could still remember how Ryou had forced him into a yukata to go and
watch Summer Festival fireworks. Gosh, Ryou was always so corny it
was almost cute in a way.

Bakura made his way to Ryou's bedroom
and stopped in front of it. He mentally checked his host's mind and
figured from the lack of reaction Ryou was probably asleep. Bakura
slowly opened the door and crept inside the room. Quickly he removed
his sweater and his pants and lied down on the bed, sliding under the
very old and ugly electric blanket that provided blessed warmth. Not
to mention that, since Ryou only owned this one, it gave Bakura the
perfect pretext to snuggle his host without having Ryou whacking him
on the head for being a 'three thousand years old pervert' as he had
once mentioned.

"Hmm... body warmth..."
Bakura sighed happily, burying his face in Ryou's neck.

"Back off,
your nose's as cold as ice," Ryou's
voice said inside Bakura's mind.

"What the...? I thought you were asleep?"

"I was.
But that was before some idiot intruded my room and put an icy part
of his anatomy on my neck."

Bakura smirked. "Well, I should have intruded another warm part
of my anatomy inside your body. I'm sure you would have liked it
better."

"You...! You pervert!" WHACK! "That's disgusting!"

"Ouch," Bakura rubbed the top of his head. "That hurt
woman. You should be nicer to your husband. He had a hard day."

"W-woman? Husband?" Ryou started squirming, trying to push
Bakura off the bed. "Get out of here you sick, twisted,
messed-up person!"

"Alright." Bakura stood and slowly made his way to the
door, but just before passing through it, he returned to the bed.
"Sorry, I forgot my heating pad."

"Your heating pad? What do you- AH!"

Bakura hoisted Ryou up his shoulder.

"BAKURA! Let me down!"

"Hell no." Bakura smirked. How he just loved to mess
up with his host. "Now, let's go to my room."

"Bakuraaaaaaaa!" Ryou moaned in exasperation.

"What?"

"Let me down. Please?"

"Hm... I don't know. Why should I? I'm a sick, twisted,
messed-up person after all."

Ryou groaned. "Nice try Bakura, but I'm not taking it back."

"Why not?"

"Because you aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare!" Bakura had started
spinning around. "Stop doing that!"

"Take it back then."

"Never!"

"Too bad for you." And Bakura started spinning faster.

"Okay! Okay! I take it back."

Bakura stopped at once and carefully set Ryou back on the bed. "Good
boy," he patted him on the head.

"I'm not your dog." Ryou pouted. "Oh my head." He
buried his head in the pillow. "I'm feeling dizzy now, that's
all your fault."

Bakura chuckled and lied beside Ryou, covering them both with the
electric blanket. "Don't get sick on that pillow, that'd be
messy." WHACK! "Ouch! Why did you do that for?"

"You asked for it." Ryou giggled and moved so he was
lying on his side, with his head resting on Bakura's shoulder.
"You're such an idiot you know."

"Yeah. That's why you love me." He both heard and felt Ryou
snort, blazing warm air tickling his skin.

"You wish."

Damn right, he wished. But it was probably better Ryou thought of it
as a joke. If he got the slightest hint that Bakura desired him, Ryou
would most likely freak out and throw Bakura out of his place. But
Bakura was sure – or maybe he just hoped for – that with
some nudges at the right moments, Ryou would fall for him. And
then... Hm, better not think about that right now. If Bakura got an
erection, Ryou would definitely do more than whacking him on the
head.

"Did you see it?" Ryou suddenly asked.

"Huh? See what?"

Bakura felt Ryou tense a bit. "The tree. Did you see it?"

"Yeah, I did."

"What do you think?"

"Well, it's... nice I guess."

"That's all?" Ryou sounded a bit disappointed.

"Yeah. Why? Is that so important? I remind you I'm not from this
age. I'm not supposed to know all the customs and stuff."

"I guess so." Ryou sighed. "Well, good night Bakura."

Bakura raised his eyebrows. 'Good night Bakura' and that was it? No,
he wouldn't have that.

"Tell me," he asked, maybe a bit too harshly, for Ryou
shuddered.

"It's nothing important, really."

"I want to know."

An awkward silence lingered for a few seconds between them. Ryou sat
up and turned on the bedside lamp. Bakura winced as the sudden light
blinded him.

"Bakura, I..." Ryou began, his face turning a pale pink
color. Bakura got a sort of déjà-vu feeling. "I..."
Ryou lowered his gaze. "I thought maybe... If you wouldn't
mind..."

"Quit being such a girl and spit it up already."

"I..." Ryou bit his lips. "You..." Blushing even
more, he locked gazes with Bakura. "Would you like to spend
Christmas Eve with me?"

And then, Bakura remembered. He had been in the same situation a few
days ago. He had been cornered by one of his female co-worker who had
blurted out the very same question. What was it with people and
spending Christmas Eve with somebody? And now, Ryou was here, looking
at Bakura with such hope in his brown eyes, blushing like a school
girl.

"Well, if I can get a day off from work I don't mind."

"Really?" A smile blossomed on Ryou's face.

"Yeah," Bakura answered, shrugging.

"Thank you!" The teen quickly moved and kissed Bakura on
the cheek He then turned off the light and lied back down in his
earlier position, with his head on Bakura's shoulder.

Bakura's mind didn't register what had just happened. However, his
body did. He was hard. He had gotten hard from a mere kiss on his
cheek. The information finally made his way inside Bakura's brain.
Damn, he felt like banging his head against a wall. No, actually he
felt more like banging Ryou against the wall, but that was out of
question.

"Good night Bakura."

"Good night," Bakura answered, trying to keep a normal
voice.

It didn't take long before Ryou fell asleep. The other occupant of
the bed didn't get this luck. Bakura couldn't get rid of his hard-on.
Bakura gently tried to push Ryou off his body but the teen clung to
him and his left hand came to rest low on Bakura's right hip. The
teen moaned softly in his sleep. This time Bakura pushed a bit more
forcefully and stood up.

"Hm... B'kura? Where are you going?"

"Gotta take a piss," Bakura answered, getting out at once
from the room. He couldn't stay with Ryou any longer, not in that
state.

Bakura was reminded of how chilly the rest of the apartment was. But
he just didn't seemed to care anymore. The only thing he cared about
was getting rid of this hard-on. And if this meant resorting to
jerking off in the toilet, then so be it. He stumbled into the small
square room, locked the door and lowered his boxers. Without further
ado, he started pumping.

"Ryou..." he moaned lowly. Yes, he was masturbating and
thinking about Ryou at the same time. How sick was that? It wasn't as
if he hadn't done that before though. "Oh, fuck...! So good..."
He remembered the way Ryou had kissed his cheek. He remembered the
feel of Ryou's hand that had been resting so innocently on his hip.
Just a few inches closer, it would have been on his cock... stroking.
For Ryou knew how to jerk off. Bakura was reminded of some times,
when he still inhabited the Ring. In the midst of doing his homework,
Ryou would start feeling horny. He would recline on his chair, open
his pants and start stroking, his head filling with dirty fantasies
staring himself leaning over a school desk, being fucked by some
stranger. He would soon come, moaning whorishly. And sometimes,
Bakura would take possession of his host's body, just so he could
taste the semen. And it tasted so good. "So close..." he
breathed.

"Bakura?
Are you okay? Your mind feels kinda... strange."

Bakura froze upon hearing Ryou's voice. Why now?

"I'm
alright," he struggled to
answer, trying to keep his thoughts as blocked as possible.

"Are you
sure?"

"Yesssss!"
Bakura's hand had remained
stroking against his will.

"Are you
sick or something?"

Bakura couldn't answer, he moaned and threw his head back. A spasm
coursed through his body as he came, his mind going blank for a few
seconds. Supporting himself with his right hand againts the wall, he
tried to catch his breath. He didn't hear the loud banging on the
door right away.

"Bakura? Bakura, are you alright? What just happened? Answer me
please!"

"I'm okay," Bakura answered, his voice hoarse.

"What happened? Our mind-link felt very strange. Did you throw
up or something?"

Bakura glanced at his semen in the toilet bowl. "I guess you
could say that." He slowly shook his head to remove his damp
bangs from his eyes. "But I'm okay, you can go back to sleep."

"If you're sick, you have to take some medicine."

"I don't want any drugs, Ryou." But Bakura heard footsteps
leaving and the sound of the bathroom door opening. He sighed. At
least, Ryou was obvious to what had really been going on inside the
toilet. Bakura wiped off his dick with some paper and flushed the
toilet. Damn, he needed to get laid. Badly.

Bakura stepped out into the living room, his mind still a bit fuzzy.
He watched as the fake tree still kept switched colors, memorizing
the pattern. Red... Blue... Purple... White... Pink... Red again...

"Don't stand here like that. It's so cold and you're barely
dressed."

The older man turned around and almost got guilty at Ryou's look of
worry.

"I'm fine."

"Go to bed, I'll bring you a glass of water to swallow the
medicine with."

"Alright, alright..." Bakura obeyed reluctantly. He was
very suspicious about all those modern drugs and was reluctant about
taking any of them. Last time he had gotten sick, it had taken Ryou
two hours to convince him that this strange powder mixed with tap
water was safe to drink. Bakura shuddered as he remembered the awful
taste it had. Hopefully, Ryou wouldn't give him that same stuff
again.

"Here, sorry I made you wait," Ryou said as he entered the
room. He gave Bakura, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, a
glass of water and two green and yellow colored capsules. "That
should make you feel better."

Bakura shrugged. "I doubt it. But thanks anyway." He eyed
the capsules suspiciously a few more seconds and swallowed the pill
with the help of the water.

Ryou shyly put his hand on Bakura's forehead and sighed in relief.
"You don't seem to have any fever."

"I told you not to worry. I'm fine."

"But
still..." The teen made to remove his hand but Bakura was and
caught his wrist. Slowly, keeping eye contact with Ryou, the former
spirit kissed the back of the pale hand he held. "Bakura..."

"You worry too much Ryou. But I like that." He released the
hand. Ryou was blushing so cutely Bakura just wanted to pounce him
and kiss him like a mad man.

"I will always worry Bakura... After all, you're..." Ryou
left his sentence incomplete, making Bakura curious.

"I'm... what?"

"You're..." Ryou stared at the floor. "You are... very
dear to me..."

Bakura stayed silent for a few seconds. Then, with a smile on his
lips, he set the glass of water on the bedside table, stood and
embraced Ryou. "The feeling's shared," he murmured in his
ear.

"Oh..." Timidly, Ryou put his arms around Bakura, feeling
the naked skin against his fingertips.

"Let's go to bed now, shall we?" Ryou
nodded. Bakura allowed himself a kiss on Ryou's cheek before letting
go. "Good night Ryou."

"Good night Bakura."

&&&

And that's all for the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it.
Hopefully, I'll get chapter 2 done before Christmas.
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