I know. -.-' YES FOLKS! THE SEQUEL! And there WILL be drama! XD What's the point of having a Dramaless Control (Or Control II in this case)? Yeah.

Um, let's see. There's so much sex in here it should be on aff. net, but meh. It doesn't actually sound dirty. Hehehe.

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO. Deal with it.

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Ryou hummed lightly to himself as he walked down the sun-drenched sidewalk. It was very warm for a March day, and he was sweating inside his blue coat. He had unbuttoned the royal blue jacket, but was still very hot, so he had taken off the coat completely, and it hung over on arm. A happy feeling rose higher in the teenager's heart as he walked down the street, a perfect little road in the heart of suburbia. Ryou had forgotten what living in a house in such an area really felt like. No loud cars rushing past at some ungodly hour of the night, no more blaring amber streetlights in his bedroom when he tried to sleep, and best of all, no stairs to have to climb. Yes, his house with Bakura wasn't as big as most of the sprawls on the street, but Ryou didn't need a big house, especially as he was the person who had to clean up after Bakura on a daily basis. Ryou smiled despite himself, lowering his eyes to his left hand, clasped on his school case. The five carat diamond ring winked back up at him, illuminated in the bright sunlight. The teenager never thought that he would be able to get used to the sheer size and value of the ring on his finger. He'd told Jounouchi that Bakura had been cheap and bought cubic zirconium, but he could tell the blonde didn't buy it.

Ryou swung the white picket gate, letting himself in. The cobblestone path contrasted sharply with the emerald grass, which was dotted with the odd daisy. His own house. The whitenette grinned, and opened the blue-painted door, stepping inside his home. He sighed, instantly cooling in the shadowed entrance room. That's so much better. Ryou hung his up his coat, and untied his shoes, padding softly into the living room. Just as he predicted, Bakura was snoozing, stretched out on the long black leather couch that took up almost a whole wall of the lounge. Ryou's face broke into a grin, and he set his school case down against the wall before heading towards the yami. The fluffy white rug was soft against his feet, warmer than the polished wooden floorboards underneath. Gently, Ryou sank to his knees, so he was eye level with the sleeping Bakura. He stared at the spirit for a long time, watching the way sunbeams lit up stray white hairs, which moved slightly with each soft breath. He looked strangely innocent when he slept, and it made Ryou's heart ache. He didn't know why, it just did. Ryou smiled, and gently leaning forward, began to kiss Bakura's lips. The touch was feather light, and deceptively innocent. Ryou leaned forward and began to strengthen the pressure of the kiss, his long white fingers brushing Bakura's chest, exposed by his open shirt. The teenager grinned, feeling the frame beneath him shift, Bakura groaning into Ryou's now open mouth.

"What the…" Bakura blinked, still half asleep. Ryou lifted his lips away from the yami, still catching his breath. Bakura's foggy eyes cleared, and he stared up at the angelic face hovering over him. "Ryou." He breathed, the corners of his mouth twitching in a smile. Ryou giggled, and placed another kiss on Bakura's lips. This time, the spirit responded, rolling over slightly to grab at Ryou's waist. He linked his arms around the teens' slender frame, and pulled Ryou up unto the couch. The younger male cried out softly in surprise, which turned into a long, low moan as Bakura's experienced hands began to slide underneath his shirt. Ryou's fingers tangled in the spirits hair as he took charge, pushing himself into a more vertical position with Ryou's long legs straddling his waist. He moved his hands to the small of Ryou's back, holding the light upright as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with Ryou's. The teenager was gasping for breath between passionate kisses, his long white digits tightening in Bakura's long hair further with every moment.

"B-Bakura." Ryou managed to moan hoarsely, ten minutes later. The yami chuckled, and began to nibble on the junction of Ryou's neck. The teen cried out, arching his back at the sensation. Bakura's breath caught in his throat as the action brought their groins together, and gritted his teeth, raising his lips back up to Ryou's mouth. "N-Not now." The younger whitenette gasped before Bakura could kiss him again. "W-Wait until tonight." Bakura paused, but nodded, and Ryou slumped into him, nuzzling his pale neck. "Thanks." He mumbled, curling his slender form into Bakura's chest. The spirit chuckled at Ryou, who smiled, closing his eyes.

"I love you baby." Bakura buried his nose in the light's hair. Sure, the sex was wonderful, and grew better with each passing day, as Ryou's experience and knowledge grew, but it was moments like this that really made his heart melt. With Ryou in his arms, both relaxed and comfortable, during those quiet afternoons. Ryou smiled softly, letting his legs dangle over the side of the couch.

"I love you too, Bakura."

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Ryou squeaked, jumping up from his algebra homework as the door to his study shut with a loud slam! Bakura raised an eyebrow at the skitterish young boy, and stalked over to Ryou, standing behind him as he resumed his algebra homework.

"I can't go to bed right now, Bakura." Ryou said softly, staring down at his homework. "I'm sorry, but these questions have to be done by tomorrow."

"And?" Bakura pouted in pretence. "What about me? I have to be done by tomorrow too, if you know what I mean…" Ryou blushed, placing an elbow on his desk and his forehead on his palm.

"Not now." He whined, struggling to concentrate on the difficult questions in front of him. "I'm busy." Bakura sighed, and let his fingers drop to Ryou's shoulders. The teenager gasped, eyes widening at the contact, and bit his lip. "'Kura…"

"You're so tense." Bakura leaned down to whisper in Ryou's ear. The whitenette froze, and couldn't help but moan as the spirit began to massage the muscles in Ryou's shoulders and upper back, closing his eyes.

"K-'Kura…" Ryou sighed, his elbow slipping off the desk. "Please… My homework…" Bakura grinned, and in one sweep, sent Ryou's books, paper, pencils, and calculator flying. Ryou cried out softly in annoyance, and pouted, sticking out his lower lip for all it was worth. Bakura smirked, and tilted Ryou's chair back, nibbling on the light's lower lip before Ryou had a chance to react. The spirit moved his hands to Ryou's back and legs, lifting the light out of the chair and into his arms, still kissing those soft sweet lips. Ryou was moaning, and struggling half-heartedly, but Bakura ignored the actions, choosing instead to set his little lover on the desk, Ryou's back pressed firmly against the wall. After struggling for a few more minutes, Ryou gave up, and chose to submit, opening his mouth to accept the yami's entrance. Bakura groaned deep in the back of his throat in triumph, ravaging the boy's mouth as he grabbed at the hem of Ryou's shirt. The light returned the kiss in his own shy, sensitive way, winding his slim arms around the yami's neck. Bakura groaned, sliding his hands to Ryou's thighs, and pulled the white-haired teen closer towards him. Ryou gasped as Bakura shoved him down on the table, and hopped onto the wood, straddling Ryou's stomach. He leaned down and continued to ravage Ryou's mouth and neck, the younger crying out in pleasure, his hands curled in Bakura's hair.

Bakura was kissing Ryou heatedly as he began to fiddle with the zipper on the lights jeans, not bothering to remove his shirt. Ryou moaned, and arched his back as his pants and boxers were tugged down, cold air hitting his newly exposed skin. Bakura tugged the trousers down until they hung at Ryou's ankles, staring at long creamy legs. Ryou was gasping for air, limp and slack against the table as he panted, his legs hung over the side of the tabletop. Bakura yanked at his own lower garments hurriedly, hissing as his semi-erect shaft sprang free. Ryou whimpered softly, and closed his eyes. Bakura leaned forward, and began nibbling on Ryou's neck, the teen crying out in pleasure. He grinned, and gently bucked his hips against Ryou, who gasped, brown eyes snapping open. Bakura repeated the motion, holding the teenager by the arms, which were trembling. Ryou moaned, arching his neck as he enjoyed the sensation. O-Ohh… He ran his hands along Bakura's stomach, moving up to his muscled back underneath the shirt. Ryou gritted his teeth as Bakura bucked against his hips a third time, digging his nails into the yami's skin.

Bakura's kisses were oddly soft and soothing as he stroked Ryou's inner thighs, the light groaning in response. He tried to relax his rear as much as he could, to prepare himself for the looming intrusion, helped along by Bakura's gentle passion. The yami gently slid a finger inside Ryou's passage, who screamed softly and arched his back in discomfort. Bakura bit his lip, and continued to kiss Ryou with his heated excitement, exploring the teen's mouth as he inserted another finger. Ryou whimpered, his nails digging in deeper to Bakura's back. The spirit gently parted his two fingers embedded in Ryou, stretching the tight muscles. The boy cried out softly into Bakura's mouth, and screwed his eyes shut, tears clinging to his lashes. Bakura bit his lip, but dug his fingers deeper into Ryou, searching for his hidden bundle of nerves. He was used to tears at this point- Ryou often cried and screamed, but Bakura knew that the younger male loved it.

Ryou screamed, and arched his back, bucking his hips as Bakura found his prostate, and began to gently massage the pleasurable spot, earning a fresh moan from Ryou. Bakura smirked, his mouth still attached to Ryou's sweet lips, his free hand bracing his weight beside the teen's shoulder. Ryou was shaking as Bakura continued to rub his prostate, ragged gasps tearing from his throat. Bakura smirked as Ryou trembled in pleasure, and began to insert another finger. Ryou hissed, and tightened his closed eyes. Bakura continued his preparation, his arousal growing more painful from Ryou's moans and cries. Finally, he slid his fingers out of Ryou's passage, the teenager gasping, and sweat beading his forehead. Bakura chuckled and settled back, brushing Ryou's damp bangs out of his eyes before spreading his legs further.

"Put your feet up on the table." Bakura commanded, staring down into bleary chocolate eyes. Ryou nodded, and drew his legs up to the side of the table, his trousers still at his ankles. The yami settled himself between Ryou's smooth creamy legs, and taking a deep breath, began to slide his shaft into Ryou's passage. The light cried out, digging in his nails deeper into Bakura's back. Bakura gritted his teeth, and pushed himself further inside of the teenager. Ryou was moaning and gasping, his head falling to one side. Bakura attacked the exposed skin, sucking and nibbling with his sharp teeth. Ryou screamed, and arched his neck, his limbs shaking.

"O-Oh, B-Bakura…" Ryou moaned, and cried out as Bakura slid himself deeper inside the teen. "O-Oh G-Gosh…" Bakura chuckled, still abusing that small patch of skin. Finally, Bakura had buried himself in Ryou to the hilt, the light whimpering and softly crying. He broke his lips from Ryou's skin in concern, and began to lightly kiss Ryou's lips, occasionally pausing to lick at a long trail of salt. He always felt bad at this point, guilty about hurting Ryou, although the boy assured him that it was perfectly fine, and that Bakura was wonderful.

"I'm sorry." Bakura sighed, leaning forward to whisper in the boys' ear. Ryou swallowed, and shook his head, smiling. "You okay?" Ryou nodded, and released the pressure on Bakura's back a little, relaxing more. Bakura lowered his hands, pressing them against the wood of the table, and withdrew himself a little from Ryou's passage, and then thrust himself into the light, Ryou arching his back and screaming. Bakura bit his lip again, but repeated the motion, groaning softly in pleasure. Ryou was so damn tight and hot… Ryou moaned, and wrapped his legs around the yami's waist. Bakura slammed into the teenager, who screamed as the spirit crushed their hips together with a bruising force, his eyes shut. Bakura gritted his teeth, and began to work himself into a rhythm, spurred on by Ryou's moans and cries of mixed pleasure and pain. The yami's hair fell over Ryou's face and shoulders as he leaned forward more, his nose only an inch from the teen. Ryou's nails dug even deeper into pale skin, beginning to draw blood. Bakura gritted his teeth, and continued to thrust in and out of the teenager, each slam into Ryou's slim hips sending a fresh shockwave of pleasure through his body. Ryou was a mess, his sweat-drenched form trembling as Bakura drove himself inside of Ryou again and again, each time earning long moans, and the occasional scream from the teenager. Bakura smirked, and grabbed Ryou's erect member in one hand, pumping the organ in time with his thrusts. The light was moaning, in absolute bliss as Bakura continued his ministrations.

"O-Ohh…" Ryou gasped. "K-Kura…" He whimpered, dangerously close to his orgasm. Bakura gently kissed Ryou on his parted lips, and the whitenette opened his eyes staring into mahogany-crimson orbs just a few inches above him. Bakura grinned, baring his canines, and crushed his lips with Ryou as he slammed into the light from tip to hilt, driving Ryou over the edge. He screamed, and dragged his nails down Bakura's back as he came, every nerve of his body exploding in pleasure. Bakura gritted his teeth as Ryou's heat tightened around his shaft, the action causing the demon to explode. The yami swore he saw a flash of white as he slumped into Ryou, still kissing him with a heated passion.

"F-Fuck Ryou." Bakura groaned a few moments later, his hands curling in the boys' hair. Ryou was shaking as he slid his own hand down to the desk, unaware that his fingers were dripping with blood. "You're bloody amazing." He gasped, resting his forehead against Ryou. The teen sighed, lax against the wood. His long legs slid over the side of the desk, and tangled with the yami. Bakura panted, and buried his head in Ryou's neck. The pair lay that way for a long time, their pale limbs entwined, lips occasionally meeting in a heated kiss.

"Kura…" Ryou finally sighed fifteen minutes later. Bakura lifted his head, detaching his lips from Ryou's neck. "K-Kura, I think we should get up." He wriggled slightly in discomfort, his spine crushed against the wood. Bakura nodded, and swung his leg over Ryou before sliding off the desk. He leaned against the wood for awhile, still trying to regain his breath. Bakura bent down, and pulled his pants back up to his waist, buttoning them up. Ryou weakly sat up, pulled back up his pants. Bakura smiled weakly, and stood up, extending a hand to Ryou. He took it, and smiled gratefully.

"You okay?" Bakura looked down at Ryou, who was leaning against the yami's chest. He blearily nodded, staring down at his hands for the first time, and the blood.

"Oh…" He said softly, biting his lip. "I-I'm sorry 'Kura." Bakura chuckled, and cradled the boy close to his chest.

"Don't be." He muttered, resting his chin on Ryou's fluffy white head. The light sighed happily. "You know me, Bakura the masochist."

Ryou giggled.

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Ryou leaned back in the hard plastic chair, idly swinging his long legs childishly. Malik's plane was going to be here any minute now. The warm bubbly feeling rose higher in his chest as he stared out the large windows. Oh my... There was no way around it. Ryou was excited. Ecstatic. Instead of the arranged five months, it had been ten weeks, and Malik had decided to come back to Japan. He'd missed Ryou too much to stay away, and swore that he'd be able to keep his feelings for the white-haired males under control. Isis had called the house-sitter a week ago, and given her the needed six weeks notice, and until then, Ryou had graciously offered his guest bedroom for his Egyptian friend for five weeks. Bakura was skeptical at first, still thinking of the kiss, but eventually caved in. After all, it would be nice to have someone around the house during the day, to play video games with and get drunk with and order around. Ryou smiled. Come on, Malik, how long is your plane going to take? Please don't tell me there aren't any delays… He drummed his fingers on his knees, looking up at the ceiling. Come on Malik... Ryou stood up and started to pace the floor. He wasn't worried, he just wanted Malik to get here. He'd gone for over two months without seeing his friend, and it was killing him inside, really. Ryou sighed. E-mailing Malik wasn't the same as seeing him in the flesh. He wanted to see the Egyptian.

"Ryou." The whitenette froze, his heart skipping a voice. I know that voice. Ryou spun around, a wide smile on his face. He ran, flinging himself into a pair of open arms, tears brimming in his eyes as he hugged the teenager for all he was worth.

"Malik," He almost sobbed. "I've missed you so much."

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"So, where's Bakura then?" Malik asked, huffing as he dragged his suitcase along with him, entering the parking lot. Ryou smiled, lugging a heavy backpack and a case in one hand. He pointed at the Mercedes, which was parked at the end of the first row. Malik's mouth fell open, and dropped lower and lower as the pair walked towards the car. "Ryou… That's a Mercedes." The light grinned.

"I know." He giggled as they reached the shiny black automobile. "Isn't it nice? You have to admit, Bakura gets a lot more respect on the roads in it." He popped the trunk, and heaved the case and backpack inside. Malik followed suit, still in shock.

"So, how did Bakura steal it then?" Malik frowned.

"He didn't."

"Stole the money?"

"Nope."

"Wait." He snapped his fingers. "He stole something, sold it, and then bought the car legit."

"Got it." Bakura stuck his head out of the window and grinned. "Diamonds. Ryou's wearing one of them on his finger. Now get in the car, both of you, or I'll drive off." Ryou squeaked, and jumped into the car, and Malik slid into the back seat, marveling at the black leather interior.

"Nice, man." He commented, leaning forward to look at the front seats. "Good catch." Bakura grinned. "But… What do you mean, diamonds? And why is Ryou wearing one? Engagement ring?"

"Told you so." Ryou grinned, extending his left hand. "The biggest diamond of all. What do you reckon?" Malik took the whitenette's hand, staring at the ring in shock.

"No, way." He said lowly, as Bakura drove out of the parking lot. "This is… Ryou, it's a fake. It has to be." Ryou shook his head, grinning. "That's got to be at least five carats!"

"Five-point-two-four." Bakura corrected, with a smirk. "Completely colourless, and a premium cut and clarity, in a platinum band." Ryou giggled. "Hey, shut up, boy." Malik sighed, leaning back and staring at the pair, bantering softly. They are really so cute. I was right, they are perfect for each other. I'm glad they finally managed to realize that. It's so odd how two people so different could fall in love. They complement each other perfectly. Malik yawned, and curled into the upholstery. He was jet-lagged, and bitterly tired…

Within ten minutes, the Egyptian was asleep.

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Ryou sighed, sliding off his socks. Malik was asleep in the guest bedroom -Bakura actually had to carry him, he was in such a deep, exhausted sleep- dead to the world, and Bakura had already stripped down to his boxers, sitting expectantly on the bed with a bottle of lubricant in one hand, and a blindfold in the other. Ryou blushed and giggled as he slid off his jeans, his shirt discarded on the floor beside the denim.

"You know." Ryou crawled onto the king-sized bed (Another new purchase, thanks to Bakura's heist) "I am starting to have a little bit of an… Idea." He finished, a small smile spreading across his face. Bakura raised an eyebrow as Ryou crawled closer to him, finally stopping on his knees, a strange grin on his face.

"What." Bakura narrowed his eyes. Ryou giggled, and before the demon had a change to react, snatched the blindfold and lubricant from the spirit's hands, and pushed him onto the bed with a fierce kiss. Bakura's eyes widened in shock, and he gasped at the forward movement. Ryou continued to kiss him heatedly for a long time, running his tongue over Bakura's lips before he resigned to the kiss, opening his mouth and accepting Ryou's intrusion.

"How about…" Ryou whispered as he broke away from Bakura's lips. "You be the one that has to wear the blindfold, and I can drive." The yami blinked, and his mouth fell open. "If you say yes…" Ryou traced a finger, from the hand that held the blindfold, down Bakura's bare chest. "Tomorrow, I'll let you do anything you want." Ryou leaned forward, and began to nibble on Bakura's earlobe, the yami crying out. "Anything." He murmured, lifting his head and looking Bakura in the eye. The spirit's mouth fell open further. Oh, he loved it when Ryou was in a frisky mood like this.

"Do you even have to ask?" Bakura chuckled. Ryou grinned, and then sat up, setting the lubricant aside and stretching the black blindfold in his hands. The teenager leaned down and planted a hungry kiss on Bakura's lips, firmly tying the blindfold around the yami's eyes as he did so. Ryou took a deep breath as he broke apart from the kiss, and climbed over to his bedside table, where he kept a hair band that he wore at night to keep his hair tidy. The younger whitenette tied his long locks into a simple ponytail at the back of his head to keep it out of his face. If he was going to surprise his lover, then he couldn't have his hair in the way. Biting his lip, Ryou crawled back to the spirit, who simply lay on his back, waiting for Ryou's touch. "What are you planning?" He asked after a few minutes, turning his face in what he thought was the direction Ryou was sitting in. Ryou giggled cutely and hovered over the yami on all fours, staring down at Bakura's chest. I have the sexiest fiancée ever, I swear. He sighed, and then without warning, pounced, and began to suck and nibble on a section of Bakura's collarbone. The spirit gasped in shock, and arched his neck, closing his eyes. He's been learning off me. Bakura mused, simply lying back and enjoying Ryou's soft touch. He groaned as the whitenette began running his deft bony fingers up Bakura's sides, the elder jumping slightly as Ryou touched his sensitive skin. Just as Bakura was getting into it, however, the teens' soft touches vanished. Bakura frowned as Ryou lifted his head away, who stared down at the demon, biting his lip thoughtfully. Where to next? Ooohh, I know! Ryou giggled, and Bakura tensed at the sound, staring warily at where he thought Ryou was located. The light smiled, and pounced again, this time heading towards one of Bakura's nipples. The spirit gasped as Ryou began to roll the sensitive flesh between his teeth, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. Ryou slid the satin undergarment down Bakura's toned thighs, while he continued to stimulate Bakura's hard nub with his teeth. The yami arched his back and closed his eyes, starting to pant. This was deceptively good. Was this really Ryou on top of him? His heels dug into the bed, and he suppressed a moan. Ryou lifted his mouth from Bakura's chest, and stared his naked form down. Bakura groaned softly, and propped himself up on his elbows. Ryou scooted back, and grinned.

"Where did you go?" Bakura stared around, biting his lip. Ryou giggled, and the yami centered in on the sound. "Ryou- Whoa!" He cried out as Ryou placed his hands on his shoulders, slamming him into the mattress. Ryou started at Bakura's lips, parting the yami's mouth and sliding his tongue in. The spirits hands curled into the sheets, as he welcomed the kiss, Ryou exploring every crevice of his mouth. The light broke apart a few moments later, placing a soft peck on Bakura's nose before placing his tongue on Bakura's collarbone. He gasped, and arched his back as Ryou began trailing his tongue down Bakura's chest, occasionally nibbling on his pale skin. Fuck. Bakura sighed, gritting his teeth. Ryou, what the hell has gotten into you? Ryou worked his way lower and lower down Bakura's stomach and abdomen, before breaking the contact. The teenager stared down at the end of his journey, before staring up at Bakura's face, his gritted teeth and hands wound in the blanket. He knew exactly what was coming, but still gasped as Ryou started taking his member in his sweet little mouth. He licked the sensitive spot underneath Bakura's head, earning a soft moan from the yami. Shit. Ryou took more of Bakura's length into his mouth, suppressing a gag as his shaft began to penetrate the back of his throat. Bakura hissed and arched his back, his breathing coming out in short gasps. Oh shit this feels good. Oh god Ryou… The teenager smiled, feeling Bakura tremble under his hold. Ryou gently withdrew his mouth from Bakura's fully erect member, earning a long moan from the yami.

"You know Bakura." Ryou leaned forward, and grabbed the bottle of lubricant beside Bakura's head. He poured a good amount into his palm, and rubbed his hands together. "When it comes to sex," The light started to massage the liquid onto Bakura's shaft. The yami shuddered, and moaned. "You're so easy to manipulate." He breathed, continuing to rub the liquid over Bakura's member. The spirit growled.

"Maybe," He suggested, his breathing coming out in gasps. "I-I just let you manipulate me." Bakura gasped. "Like some sort of… kink." Ryou grinned, and removed his hands. "Put enough of the stuff on?" The light giggled.

"The more on, the less it hurts." Ryou nodded, and crawled forward so he straddled Bakura's stomach. "Now shhh…" He leaned forward and kissed Bakura on the lips. A soft, chaste kiss that caused Bakura to go lax into the sheets. "This time, you sit back and enjoy the ride." Ryou teased, and placed two hands on Bakura's chest. He gently sat back further, and started to crouch beside Bakura's waist. "Okay." The light bit his lip, as Bakura's shaft began to penetrate his entrance. Oh... Oh Shit... He groaned, Ryou biting his lip as he began to slide down Bakura's member. The yami's breath hitched, and he grabbed at Ryou's thighs. The teenager gritted his teeth, until Bakura's member was fully inside his passage, leaning forward and bowing his head. Bakura adjusted himself to Ryou's size, wishing that he could see right now. He could still remember the last time Ryou had done this, although it was nothing more than a dream. Ryou arched his back in pain, and he hissed as Bakura's nails dug into his thighs. Oh… How could something hurt so much, and yet, at the same time, feel so good?

"F-Fuck Ryou." The yami stammered, gritting his teeth. Ryou sighed, and began to withdraw himself slightly. Bakura groaned, and bucked his hips, causing Ryou to cry out, before dragging Ryou back down with his thighs. Both if the whitenette's gasped, and Ryou cried out. Bakura bucked his hips again, arching his back, and Ryou raised himself before he was dragged back down, this time, much faster. Ryou cried out, panting as the pair continued their movement. Ryou was almost sobbing, but at the same time, moaned as Bakura hit his prostate with each thrust. Bakura couldn't see a thing, but felt like he could. He could see Ryou perfectly. His heart swelled, and he began to tighten his fingers in Ryou's skin, earning a fresh moan from the younger boy. Ryou, sensing Bakura's urgency, started to crash harder into Bakura, screaming each time they collided. Ryou was trembling, and gasping for air, and Bakura, hearing Ryou's gasps, feeling his lover shake on top of him, began to buck his hips harder, dragging Ryou down with a bruising force. The light arched his back and screamed, the ragged sound tearing from his throat. Bakura continued his fierce pounding of the young boy, the motion causing Ryou to cry in pain. Bakura sighed, sensing the light's tears, and wiped them away. Ryou sniffled. How could he know Ryou was crying? Bakura gritted his teeth, and groaned as their hips crashed again. He was just teetering over the edge, and Ryou, sensing Bakura's impending release, began to pick up his motions even further, biting his lip to keep from screaming. It gave the yami the push he needed, and a few seconds later, Bakura gasped, pitching forward, grabbing Ryou's thighs as he orgasmed. Ryou gasped at the sensation of Bakura's semen filling his burning passage, grabbing the yami's shoulders. He was pushed over the edge, and Ryou screamed, slumping with a whimper into Bakura's arms as he came. The yami went lax into the mattress, and rolled over, Ryou gasping and writhing in his arms. Bakura gritted his teeth, burying his forehead on the crook of Ryou's neck as the massive orgasm rocked his body. Ryou was gasping for breath, his sweat-sheened limbs trembling.

"O-Oh, 'Kura…" Ryou moaned, unable to move. "Y-You're won-wonderful…" Bakura chuckled, and lifted his head from Ryou's neck.

"Can I take this off?" Bakura was short of breath as he asked the question. Ryou nodded, eyes half open and unfocused. The yami managed to sit up, slipping himself from the boy, and taking the blindfold from his eyes. He blinked at the light, and smiled down at Ryou. "I know why you did this." Bakura purred, leaning down. Ryou sighed, rolling over onto his back. "At first I thought you were just teasing, but then I realized that it was because you wanted me to feel what you felt."

"And what's that?" Ryou asked, extending a shaking hand and running it along Bakura's chest. The yami smiled, and kissed Ryou for a moment.

"Even though I was blind, I could still see you." Bakura sighed, cupping Ryou's face. "I don't know how but… It was like a sixth sense of something." The teenager froze. Bakura was nearly in tears. "Oh Ryou." He flung himself atop of the light, and buried his head in Ryou's neck. The teenager was in shock. He never thought that Bakura would react like this to Ryou's plan. "I love you so much. So so so much." Ryou blinked, and grinned.

"I love you too, 'Kura." He sighed, lifting Bakura's head with a finger, kissing the yami. "More than I love anyone in the whole world." He buried his head in Bakura's chest. "I'd die for you." Bakura sighed, gently holding Ryou's slim form. "I-I-"

"Shh." Bakura kissed the top of Ryou's head. "Calm down Ryou. You're so emotional…" He sighed. "You're not crying still, are you?"

"N-No." Ryou lied. Bakura bit his lip.

"Don't cry sweetie. Why do you always cry after we do this?" Ryou sniffed.

"It's just… I love you so much and I never want to let you go and…" Bakura sighed, silencing Ryou's babbling with a kiss.

"Shhh."

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R&R? Yes? No? Maybe?

Damn better, Biarches... -gangsta nod-

Jokes. Yeah. '