I wrote this on a complete impulse don't ask what happened before hand. I'm
working on a 2nd chapter that explains it. Also just a warning: this is a
yoai fic. So, if you don't like that stuff then don't continue. Besides
that read as many times as you wish!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ryou. (as much as I would like to) But Dustin is
mine. MINE! ALL MINE!
"Dusty?" Ryou whispered, breaking the tongue-tying moan of yet another
kiss. "Dusty? I'm afraid," he ran his pale fingers through the man's short,
raven hair, seeking comfort.
"Do you want me to stop?" he breathed from above Ryou's small, frail
"Quite honestly," he pulled Dustin's mouth to his "no," he groaned,
shaking his head. The kiss lasted ten minutes before the white-haired boy
pulled away. His ashen face seemed so intoxicated by the kiss. He smiled
dreamily at Dustin and he smiled back, also drunken by what was happening.
But what was happening?
Only half an hour ago, both were upset about one thing or another.
Ryou, because he had been raped and hadn't left the house in days. Also
because he'd had a rough week, considering that he cut himself. And Dustin,
because he was remembering his old girlfriend he left back in New York.
Did that matter now? No. Now, they were lost in each other's arms.
Dustin fell into Ryou. And, suddenly, the bloodstained boy was on top of
the wounded man. Kissing his stomach, while nudging his lover's shirt off
with the tip of his nose. When he reached Dustin's lips, he pecked them
lightly. Leaving some desire for more. Dustin pulled his gray tank off and
threw it into the corner of the room. Exposing his muscular, coke-colored
chest. His cherry red lips rushed at Ryou's rose pink own. Dustin's tongue
ran along Ryou's teeth.
He let Dustin enter another time. Their tongues touched lightly once.
Then Dustin swirled around Ryou. Tickling. Dancing. Teasing. Ryou finally
caught him, pressing his tongue under his. Dustin tried to get away, but
eventually gave in and let his companion a try at the dance. Ryou smiled
and began to move in ways even he hadn't imagined. And then they both
danced. Around each other. Spinning. Drugged by something neither could
Ryou's navy-blue turtle neck melted away somewhere in the midst of
this. As did Dustin's black, baggy jeans. That's when they stopped kissing.
Dustin under Ryou. Both looked unafraid. Dustin reached out and
played with the snowy hair that framed the boy's beautiful face. Ryou
grasped his hand and pressed it to his pale cheek. Dustin brushed his
finger across Ryou's lips. Then his hands trailed down the sides of the
bishonen's neck, down his back and tucked under his waistline. Resting
there. But only for a few moments. His fingers traveled along Ryou's waist,
tickling him slightly, until they reached the button of the jeans. Dustin's
fingers undid the pants. And then Ryou stood, his jeans falling gently
around his ankles. Dustin's pulled himself up, standing a little above
Ryou's chocolate-eyed gaze. He placed a whispering kiss on Ryou's lips. But
this time both couldn't stop the feeling that was pulsing through them.
Without a word, but the one sent telepathically, Dustin moved his
moved his mouth to Ryou's cheek, down his neck, onto his bleached chest. As
Dustin moved, Ryou's head tossed itself backward in pleasure.
Dustin looked up into his lover's face. His emerald eyes searched
Ryou's chocolate ones. His hand brushed the back of Ryou's calf. Ryou
lightly tousled the ends of Dustin's hair. Then Dustin stood again, and
Ryou suddenly took charge. 'It's my turn!' he thought at Dustin, now
Dustin fell onto the bed, face down. 'I love it when you play rough,'
Dustin thought jokingly.
But in one flash of light all thought, word, or sense blurred,
blended, and became pointless.
Dustin exploded with pleasure. His heart was racing and his skin
shuddered as Ryou kissed his shoulder blades, and the back of his neck.
Ryou brushed his lips through Dustin's inky hair. Both moaned quietly.
Dustin screamed silently with pain.
Two bodies became one. Everything made sense and then didn't all at
the same time. Angel and demon. Black and white. Light and dark. Strong and
weak. Innocence and crime. Both became one equal force. They moved as one.
Danced as one. Knowing each other's moves seconds before hand. Like flame
and water. Fearing each other, yet feeding off the other's wants.
Weariness grew inside of them, and the white-haired boy rolled off
the dark-skinned man. He sighed, and slid to the floor in a pile of limbs.
Dustin crawled off other side. He stretched himself to grab his jeans, and
yanked them on. When he, eventually, succeeded, he placed his arms on top
of the bed and pulled his upper body above it. "Well?" he asked in a rasp.
"Well?" Ryou repeated without turning around.
They sat back to back on the floor. Both of them had their knees bent
and sat in silence, kind of fidgety about it.
"I'm cold," Dustin finally commented to no one in particular.
"That might have something to do with the fact that you have no shirt
on," Ryou returned, laughing slightly.
"True that. But I'm still cold," he rested the back of his head on
"Well," he reached for Dustin's tank. "Do you want this?"
"No.no, that's ok," he waved his hand a little. Then, suddenly, went
serious. "What did we just do?"
"I don't know, but the question still remains," Ryou's voice was
"Hmm?" What's that?" he tilted his head to the side.
"What's it like to be in love and do.that?"
Dustin lifted his head off Ryou's shoulders, "What? Are you saying
you didn't feel anything?"
"No, I felt something. Just not what I expected exactly."
"What do you mean 'what I excepted?'"
"Just.I don't know. I guess I was just waiting for something to
happen. But all I felt was lust."
"What were you waiting to happen?" he asked, knowing the answers.
"Love, I guess.I don't know. Stop asking me such hard questions,"
Ryou yelled quietly.
"Ok, ok," Dustin laughed at the boy's reaction "but one last
question," he smiled.
Ryou sighed, "Ok."
The whine that emitted from Dustin's mouth was weak and unlike him.
Ryou turned slightly at the sound, but said nothing. Dustin finally spoke,
all happiness gone from, "Could it have been anybody or was it meant to
"I'm not sure but." he turned and back-hugged the green-eyed man "it
was definitely you," Ryou massaged his lover's biceps.
Dustin half-smiled, "We can't tell anyone."
"About what?" he breathed in Dustin's ear. The man laughed a little.
"What about Bakura?" he became worried.
"Yami? He'll never know."
"How? Don't you have."
"The soul link? Nah, we're fine. I'll keep it a secret. You ever seen
Dustin thought for a quarter of a second. "Oh, I get it. like the
special room Jonesy had for Dudist."
"Yeah, like that."
"Jonesy, what are you up to?" he quoted in a British accent. Ryou
"That was cute," he smiled.
"Thank you," he bobbed his head as though he were bowing.
"You're very comforting about this, you know that?"
"Me? Comforting? Ha! That's a joke."
"No, really," he kissed Dustin's cheek. "I know I can trust you."
"Thanks," he let himself melt into Ryou's body like warm butter. The
two cuddled for a bit without words, until Ryou spoke.
"What about your sister?"
"Don't worry about Kay-Kay. We're really close, but we'll be
"Dustin!" a teen's voice rang down the hall.
"Speak of the devil," Ryou commented, and Dustin surpressed a laugh.
"Dusty?!" the voice came again.
"What is it, Kay-Kay?!" Dustin called back.
"Autumn wants to go home. I'm talking with Marity. Would you mind
driving her home?"
"No," Dustin yelled the answer "do you want me to take Summer too?"
"No, she's fine," Kachine said. He could hear the smile in her voice.
"I'll be out in a minute," he called.
"Thanks!" and then retreating footsteps.
"I guess you better go," Ryou muttered, releasing him, and handed him
"Yeah, I guess I better," he slipped the shirt over his head and
stood up. "I'll see you later, k?" He kissed Ryou gently on the lips.
Letting his tasting linger.
Ryou, watched him leave. Autumn looked so happy to see her as she
danced around his feet. Ryou smiled to himself. So what is it, if it isn't
love? They barely knew each other, but for some reason he felt more free
around him. It was too much for him to comprehend right now. Besides they'd
probably talk it tomorrow.
As Autumn pulled Dustin out the door, he flashed a white- toothed
smiled down the hall. Ryou cricked a smile back. And Dustin disappeared
through the door, Autumn on his slender hip. "Yeah, see you," Ryou
whispered, and then shut quietly. And slid down the wall in a heap of
question with no answers.