Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Our Dark Secrets ❯ Dirty Little Secret ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Our Dark Secrets

Author: Reyn

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh. If I did, there would be a lot more romance and a lot less dueling. And Anzu would be totally crushed in the manga cuz Yami would only have eyes for Yugi! HA! Take that Anzu!!

Author's Note: This is actually the first chapter for my YGO fic Dirty Little Secret, which has unfortunately turned into a dead story. Don't get me wrong, I try to update it every once in a while, but I'm muse for the story seems to have gotten lost because I can do little more than jest stare at the blank screen with the blinking cursor whenever I try to work on it. All that aside, I really hope you all enjoy this as a oneshot. I might twist in another chapter from the actual story as a oneshot if people enjoy this one.

 

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Summary: Ryou has a dirty little secret that not even his yami knows about…

Pairing: Ryou/Bakura

Warnings: Masturbation, yamis have their own bodies

 

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

 

His wild silvery-white hair.

 

There was a deep breath taken as he slowly traced the rapidly hardening erection through his pants.

 

Once.

 

Twice.

 

The three fingers began to apply light pressure as he brought himself to full hardness.

 

His cruel mocking eyes.

 

Suddenly the force his fingers were providing wasn't anywhere near enough. Biting his lip to stifle his already ragged breathing, he unzipped his trousers and held back a moan as he pulled his member free.

 

His head lolled back, eyes slipping closed, as he felt the throbbing heat now contained within his palm.

 

Slowly his hand began to move up and down in its own attempt to relieve the building pressure.

 

His smirking lips.

 

God, that smirk…the tiniest quirk of the corner of his mouth that could offset even the straightest of men.

 

A whimper escaped his own lips as the pace of his hand began to increase with the sudden acceleration of his desire.

 

His swagger.

 

His other hand traced an invisible line from his inner thigh up to narrow hips just as a low moan escaped past his slightly parted lips, despite his best efforts to keep himself in check.

 

The moan seemed to edge him on as he began to thrust into his hand, his breath coming out in soft pants.

 

The way his finger ran along the blade of a knife before looking up, his eyes filled with cruel laughter.

 

His knees went weak. His hand flew forward to the wall in front of him to help keep his balance, stumbling as he sought out the grace that he would never acquire. He could practically hear the dark chuckle that would come before his tongue following his finger's path up the blade.

 

His breathing was now coming out in harsh gasps. He was close. So close.

 

But it wasn't enough.

 

The way his tongue would run across his lips before one of his sadistic ideas was put into action.

 

The speed of his hand increased, as the rhythm of his hips faltered, unable to keep up with the fast pace that was struggling to satisfy the now out-of-control lust.

 

He squeezed his eyes shut as he imagined that tongue on his own lips, slithering into his mouth, caressing and dueling his own before claiming him, fucking his mouth with quick, sharp thrusts.

 

The ache reached an all time high right before ecstasy spiked through his groin and fiercely made its way through the rest of his body.

 

Unable to stop himself, he cried out in rapture. His hips continued moving of their own accord, violent spurts hitting the wall instead of the porcelain bowl, as was intended.

 

His muscles continued to clench and thrust, long after his body is empty of all its seed, as if struggling to stop this momentary euphoria from ending.

 

Coming down from this sudden high, he looked down at his hand and the splotches of white liquid that had somehow clung to it.

 

No. It never was enough.

 

Cleaning up his mess, Ryou stepped out of the bathroom stall and went up to the sink. Turning on the water he splashed his face and looked up at the mirror.

 

Staring back at him was a more innocent version of the man who had invaded his thoughts during his little `session'.

 

Ryou smiled sadly. Most people would find it odd; fancying the one who looks like he could be your twin. Especially when everyone had been told he was your cousin.

 

But it wasn't about looks. It was about something deeper. It was about the way he was. The confidence he possessed. The way his attention would be on you and you wouldn't even know it. How he could make you feel when he made it known that he was focusing on you for the moment.

 

The sadist that Ryou would never even dare to dream of becoming.

 

Looking away from his own reflection in disgust, Ryou grabbed a paper towel and quickly dried off his face and hands.

 

He stopped at the bathroom door and looked back. No matter how much he fought it, he knew he would be visiting this place again before the week was even out.

 

Chuckling darkly, he pushed the door open and headed out to his next class.

 

No. It never was enough and it never would be.

 

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End Note: I love Ryou and Bakura. They're my favorite couple. Jou and Seto come in a close second. Followed then by Yami and Yugi! YaY! But anyways, all these oneshots can easily be expanded into full stories. If anyone feels inspired to do so, jest let me know! ^_^ Naturally, this one is already taken though.