Side Effects | By : DragKing Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1820 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or the charaters. This is fiction based off the show that I make no money from |
Bakura stood in the door frame of the bathroom and could do nothing but watch the scene that was playing out in front of his eyes. It was quite mesmerizing, he had to admit. It was everywhere, and he meant everywhere. It looked like it started out in the sink, or maybe over the toilet, dripping into the bowl as not to leave any evidence. Then it got more careless. A trail led from the starting point to the bathtub, where Ryou currently sat naked.
His skin was beautiful, as always. His chest exposed to the world, lined with scars and new red marks that were flowing beautifully down his chest and pooling in the little water around Ryou. His creamy white legs bent at an odd angle, one being propped over the edge of the tub and the other lining the wall. His head was thrown back in ecstasy with his snow white hair hanging all around him like a curtain, preventing Bakura from seeing Ryou's upper arms. His hair was tinted slightly red and Bakura had a feeling he knew why.
"Ryou," he sighed from the doorway. He shook his head at the scene in front of him. Ryou had been cutting himself again…
Ryou's head shot up at the sound of his lover calling his name. A smile quickly spread across his face as he leaned forward towards Bakura, arms resting on the lip of the tub after he moved his legs to rest in the pink tinted water. The object that caused Ryou's damage was clutched innocently in his tiny hand, a faint red line resting on the serrated edge of the blade.
"How many times have I told you, you're not allowed to have knives unless I'm present?" Bakura growled, moving forward to Ryou. He plucked the Perry knife from Ryou's grasp and held it in front of him to emphasize his point.
"But 'Kura, you weren't here. I needed release." Ryou purred, his eyes half shut in a seductive manner. Leaning forward he purred right next to Bakura's ear slightly kissing his lobe. Ryou knew this would make Bakura forget what had just happened a few moments ago.
Bakura growled low in his throat in response, turning his head to face Ryou's. He set a hand on the back of Ryou's head and forcefully pulled him forward into a bruising kiss. He felt Ryou smile against him lips for a moment before he pushed back with a force that Bakura rarely saw with the normally timid boy. Bakura loved it whenever Ryou got like this. It always led to a very interesting night.
Pulling back from Bakura's lips, Ryou whispered against them in a breathy moan, "Kura…"
A shiver ran down Bakura's spine in response. He smiled. More than likely, Ryou was in one of those moods. Bakura loved that mood. It was a mix of dominance, raw lust, and just plain need. When Ryou was in these moods, there was usually a lot of blood involved, from both parties.
"Kura, give me a cigarette." Ryou commanded. His usually shy voice laced with power and a need to have people do what he tells them to.
Bakura smirked, 'Yep, definitely one of those nights' he thought.
Responding to Ryou's demand he took his cigarettes from his pants pocket and pulled two from the case. Marlboro One-Hundreds, special blend. Bakura smoked the good, five dollar kind, not the crappy 'I need three for my craving to leave for an hour', two dollar kind.
Ryou smiled and extended his hand to grab the cigarette, leaning forward to place a small kiss upon Bakura's lips while he was at it. Pulling back, Ryou smirked uncharacteristically at Bakura, then put the cigarette to his lips before reaching behind him and pulling a lighter from the soap dispenser. Taking a long drag from it, holding it in for a few moments, then exhaling it loudly with a sigh of bliss, Ryou smiled at Bakura.
Bakura had already lit his and was about three hits ahead of Ryou. He smiled back.
"Careful though, got these from Mariku. They're laced, naturally, and I don't need you getting too fucked up on me." Bakura smirked. He was already feeling the effects of the pot. It was slowly lifting him up, giving him an out-of-body experience.
Ryou was already fucked up. Bakura suspected he had been before he had come home. After all, never leave Ryou and Malik alone together. Malik had a habit of smoking pot and always having at least five bowls on him at one time, plus he always hated to smoke alone.
"No worries 'Kura. I've been fucked up all day." Ryou smirked. "Malik and I were doing some Ecstasy earlier, like ten minutes before you showed up, and I'm still fucked up from it. Not to mention, the side effects." Ryou smirked. Ryou loved doing Ecstasy, but Bakura loved the side effects of it.
Ryou took one last drag from the cigarette before motioning with his hand for Bakura to come towards him. "Gimme your arm," Ryou laughed.
Bakura knew what Ryou was going to do and extended his arm towards. He shook with excitement.
Ryou giggled before stabbing the bud out on Bakura's arm. It made a nasty hissing noise with Bakura hissing in pain and enjoyment in the background. Lifting the bud from Bakura's arm, Ryou saw the nasty, red, bubbling blister left as a reminder. They were both sure that was going to scar like the others littering up and down Bakura's arm. All from nights like this.
Bakura loved the marks. They were reminders of how Ryou was his, and how he was Ryou's.
"Kura… I need you." Ryou whispered a few moments after he laid another sore on Bakura's arm.
Bakura shuddered with want in reply to Ryou's husky whisper in his ear. He looked to Ryou's eyes and saw, he couldn't tell Ryou no. Either Ryou was going to get what he wanted or something really bad was going to happen.
"Okay." Bakura whispered as Ryou smiled ear to ear.
Ryou kissed all along Bakura's neck, Bakura moaning in response. Ryou smirked along Bakura's neck and he kissed once along the jugular vein. Bakura tensed just the slightest knowing what was to come. Ryou smirked before biting down on Bakura's neck hard, drawing a little trickle of blood. Smirking to himself Bakura moaned loudly just to feel Ryou smirk against his neck. Ryou had often told him that he loved the sounds Bakura made, and that he wasn't vocal enough.
Ryou had indeed smirked against Bakura's neck licking at the wound before kissing it and pulling back just slightly. He gripped Bakura's upper arms and pulled Bakura into the tub with him, clothes and all.
King: lemon in next chapter
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