Sweetest Temptation [Yami no Bakura x Bakura Ryou]
Title: Sweetest Temptation
Fandom: Yuugiou
Paring: Yami no Bakura x Bakura Ryou
Rating: Mature
For 30_kisses Theme #6//The Space Between Dream and Reality
He was the sweetest sin, the sweetest temptation. Ryou knew he shouldn’t… that he should push him away, but he could never bring himself to do so.
His friends worried about him. Repeatedly, Yuugi would speak with Ryou, questioning him, but the pale haired boy would simply smile and shake his head.
And then he would hurry home, kick off his shoes, and collapse on the couch. Each time was the same. He’d let his mind drift to that space between dream and reality. The room of his soul. The room never ceased to intrigue Ryou. The door was always closed--unlike Yuugi’s-and the walls were a muted mauve. Lead dolls lined shelves, with a particular display featuring familiar figures standing prominently in a corner. The floor was a cracked black and white marble. But, the most significant piece of the room was a large shrine of a pretty girl. She had pale hair, jade eyes, and was garbed in a dual tone robe. In her hands was a heart and gracing her back were two very different wings. The girl was Ryou’s favorite part of the room.
And then he came. He never knocked, for it would be pointless for one of his profession. In he would come, disregarding the dolls and scoffing that the girl. His attention directed at Ryou alone.
Ryou would never understand why at the first kiss he would protest. He would always give in, and they both knew it.
It was exciting for the thief when Ryou struggled, and maybe that was why he did. There was just something so pretty about the thin red marks they carved in each other’s skin.
But what Ryou loved the most-the part he feared being discovered for-was the guilty pleasure that came to him when he and the thief joined, taking no heed of the damage it did to Ryou. Ryou liked it that way. It was the drowning, the falling, the sinning that tasted sososo good as they slid against each other, as their hands grasped, and they tasted and took and gave and desired.
It was so wrong, and yet so right.
It hurt; gods it hurt. But the pain was all the more worth it, as it melted away and he mewled for more.
A soft scream and it would be over. The thief would slip from the room, having never uttering a noise-he never spoke to Ryou-and Ryou would be left alone.
Awakening, Ryou would tend to the red marks that graced his skin, telling himself that it would be the last time. But they both knew he would return. He always did. It was an addiction; he was the sweetest temptation.
Fandom: Yuugiou
Paring: Yami no Bakura x Bakura Ryou
Rating: Mature
For 30_kisses Theme #6//The Space Between Dream and Reality
He was the sweetest sin, the sweetest temptation. Ryou knew he shouldn’t… that he should push him away, but he could never bring himself to do so.
His friends worried about him. Repeatedly, Yuugi would speak with Ryou, questioning him, but the pale haired boy would simply smile and shake his head.
And then he would hurry home, kick off his shoes, and collapse on the couch. Each time was the same. He’d let his mind drift to that space between dream and reality. The room of his soul. The room never ceased to intrigue Ryou. The door was always closed--unlike Yuugi’s-and the walls were a muted mauve. Lead dolls lined shelves, with a particular display featuring familiar figures standing prominently in a corner. The floor was a cracked black and white marble. But, the most significant piece of the room was a large shrine of a pretty girl. She had pale hair, jade eyes, and was garbed in a dual tone robe. In her hands was a heart and gracing her back were two very different wings. The girl was Ryou’s favorite part of the room.
And then he came. He never knocked, for it would be pointless for one of his profession. In he would come, disregarding the dolls and scoffing that the girl. His attention directed at Ryou alone.
Ryou would never understand why at the first kiss he would protest. He would always give in, and they both knew it.
It was exciting for the thief when Ryou struggled, and maybe that was why he did. There was just something so pretty about the thin red marks they carved in each other’s skin.
But what Ryou loved the most-the part he feared being discovered for-was the guilty pleasure that came to him when he and the thief joined, taking no heed of the damage it did to Ryou. Ryou liked it that way. It was the drowning, the falling, the sinning that tasted sososo good as they slid against each other, as their hands grasped, and they tasted and took and gave and desired.
It was so wrong, and yet so right.
It hurt; gods it hurt. But the pain was all the more worth it, as it melted away and he mewled for more.
A soft scream and it would be over. The thief would slip from the room, having never uttering a noise-he never spoke to Ryou-and Ryou would be left alone.
Awakening, Ryou would tend to the red marks that graced his skin, telling himself that it would be the last time. But they both knew he would return. He always did. It was an addiction; he was the sweetest temptation.