Strawberry Pocky II: Electric Boogaloo

Summary: After a long day of cramming, there is no better way to relax than to make love - at least, that's what Ryou thinks. Tendershipping, PWP, some WAFF.
Rating: Mature
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Yami no Bakura x Ryou Bakura

Warning: Explicit sex between two males! In this case, it gets somewhat kinky. Er, well... more than somewhat.

Disclaimer: YuGiOh belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and his associates.

Author's Notes: Wow. This was my debut fan fiction. That's kinda cool, I guess. I'm rewriting it because, to be quite honest, I got sick of the original. I wrote it when I was twelve. If you enjoyed it, I thank you, and ask that you read this version as well. The original will be moved to chapter two; you can read it if you'd like. This version probably isn't much better, seeing as I haven't written a sex scene in... a long, long time. Ha ha.

Ryou yawned, cracking his neck as he stepped off the stairs. He had just finished a long cram session (finals were in less than one week), and he was exhausted. His body felt stiff with unuse, and his arse was still somewhat sore from sitting in his uncomfortable desk chair. Along with that, his head was pounding like a gorilla had mistaken it for a bongo drum, and he was certain that his stomach was empty enough for him to eat a small cow.

The young man wandered into the living room, and looked at his yami, who lay sprawled upon the couch. "Bakura?" His yami looked up, dark eyes half-lidded, a small fleck of drool on the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah?" he asked, blinking rapidly. Ryou smiled slightly, watching his eyes shift from dark red to chocolate brown each time his eyes opened. It was a strange trait of Bakura's that he had learned of swiftly, and grown to love. It secretly reminded him of s'mores.

But that's another story. "Bakura, where's the Pocky?" asked Ryou, eyeing the bowl of soggy Cocoa Puffs beside his yami. It seemed he wasn't the only one craving sweet foods this afternoon.

"It's in the cabinet. We only have strawberry flavor," Bakura added absently, letting his chin fall back onto the arm of the couch. "I ate all the chocolate, and all the almond. Oh, and I finished the last lime Jell-O, too." He rolled his eyes as Ryou glared at him, and turned back to the television in a clear dismissal. His hikari really ought to know by now that he wasn't very threatening. (His sharp mind was certainly intimidating, but he was too nice to use his wit in the way Bakura so often suggested.)

Ryou sighed, and tromped into the kitchen. "Really," he muttered to himself, "he could have at least specified which cabinet; we've got a bloody dozen of the things." He opened the cabinet closest to him, and glowered at the bag of all-purpose flower within. This process was repeated several times, though the flour changed to cooking oils, bags of tea, and other such things, until the seventh cabinet revealed the elusive box of sweets. Ryou happily grabbed the box of Pocky, re-entered the living room, and swatted lightly at Bakura's legs.

"Move your feet, you lummox," he teased, ignoring the raspberry Bakura blew at him as he shifted. "Thank you," he said when a suitable space was made, and he sat on the couch.

Such teasing was routine for the two. Since the yamis and hikaris had been separated, by way of some magical process that Ryou couldn't entirely wrap his head around, he and Bakura had stumbled together down the path to love, starting rather uncomfortably, but ending quite satisfyingly. They were housemates, friends, partners in crime (though Ryou's moral compass prevented the more serious misdemeanors from being accomplished), and lovers. That they could insult one another so lightly and not take offense was a testament to their mutual understanding.

As he contemplated his relationship with Bakura, he twirled a piece of Pocky in his mouth, before biting down on it. It gave a delicious, soft crunch. "Really," he thought, "this is the way to relax. Yummy food, a soft couch, the man I love, and When Harry Met Sally playing on Oxygen." And though Ryou would never admit to even thinking the word "yummy," and Bakura would never admit to watching Oxygen without being violently forced, it was still fantastic. Ryou thought he knew how he could make it perfect, though.

"Mmm... strawberry Pocky, the perfect aphrodisiac..." he moaned, trying hard to prevent laughing through his quote-unquote seductive voice. Bakura looked up from his spot on the couch to Ryou, and seemed to finally process his appearance: shirtless due to the heat, hair ruffled from his own frustrated hands clenching it randomly throughout the studying process, pink and tan stick caught between his teeth... It was not an unappealing picture.

"Bakura... Would you like some Pocky?" Ryou asked. It was a struggle to keep his voice simultaneously seductive and innocent (not to mention rather oxymoronic). Bakura could only nod numbly. "Then why don't you come get some?" Ryou asked.

"Holy fucking Min," Bakura mumbled, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. "Ryou, do you have any idea what you do to me?" He shifted closer to Ryou until one arm was between his legs, lust burning in his eyes.

"I think I can make an educated guess," Ryou answered, smiling as Bakura pulled him into a kiss. He moaned quietly, and gripped his silky white hair. Bakura seized the opportunity before him and deepened the kiss, head spinning with delight as he tasted Ryou's mouth. The strawberry and bread-like flavors were from the Pocky, the soft flesh and warm saliva were obviously just mouth things, and the faint hint of vanilla and mint that Bakura strongly suspected was from Ryou's toothpaste, but which might just as well be a natural occurrence.

Bakura's strong hands stroked his lover's chest, and he pulled back. The two gasped for their breath. Bakura lowered himself to Ryou's chest, then, sucking and licking his left nipple, then his right. Ryou shivered, and let out a moan of pleasure. He didn't know if liking having his nipples touched was odd, considering he was a male, but he was fairly sure that having any part of you touched with sexual intent could be enjoyable, if done by the right person. He mumbled that thought into Bakura's silvery hair, and felt the other man smirk against his chest.

Bakura kissed his hikari's clavicle, endeared by the nonsensical statement he'd just muttered. Really, Ryou was just too cute sometimes. He moved his head up to chew tenderly on Ryou's ear, already aware of what kind of reaction that would get him. They had discovered quite swiftly what each of their more sensitive spots were, and of all of Ryou's (which Bakura had memorized down to a tee), this one was the strongest.

Ryou mewled, and he writhed beneath Bakura, who was still fully clothed. Deciding this was unfair, he raised his hands and began to unbutton his yami's shirt, with the fluid expertise that comes with long practice. The touch of Ryou's bare chest against his own intoxicated Bakura, and made him shiver. Both of their pale bodies were tinged with reddish-pink, though Ryou's was slightly darker. He brought his lips against his lover's again, and began to feverishly unbutton Ryou's pants, already aware of the insistent heat coming off of him.

Bakura slipped off Ryou's jeans and boxers, as well as his own, tossing them haphazardly. (For half a second, he worried he'd tossed his pants into his Cocoa Puffs, but then Ryou gasped out an obscenity and crushed their mouths together, making slightly wet jeans seem understandably unimportant.) Their naked bodies pressed together, a hot mass of flesh, slick with sweat. Ryou couldn't bring himself to care that he must look utterly wanton, his hair a mess, legs spread wide, a small trickle of drool running down his chin. There was no shame in his desire, and for all his sarcasm, Bakura would never dare to tease Ryou for his need - he was guilty of similar pleas, and anyway, they were in love.

So it was with only a moment's hesitation (to gaze at his lover) that Bakura moved his hand down, and started teasing Ryou's erection. He ran his fingers along the sides, and sometimes moved his finger partway into the slit at the end. Ryou arched up, hips thrusting, unable to take much more before he reached his limit. Bakura lowered his head, and took Ryou's length in his mouth. He lightly rubbed his teeth across the sides, mixing slight pain into the pleasure he was giving, making Ryou mewl and moan. He arched his back upward as Bakura continued to suck him, and Bakura mentally smirked; he was always happy to drive his landlord wild. He sensed his lover's closeness, and slowly moved back up, kissing the tip of the organ lightly.

He pressed his lips against Ryou's once again, aware that his lips were still slick with pre-come. Ryou licked at it, savoring the salty contrast to his earlier snack. The kiss became heavy and passionate, and Bakura started pumping his lover's erection. Ryou groaned, and arched his back once again, begging him to just "get on with it, damn you, I need you so bad."

Bakura picked up a piece of Pocky. (When Ryou cursed, he was serious.) Ryou moaned, and closed his eyes in anticipation. This was certainly one of his strangest kinks, but his yami had never mocked him for it. Instead, he had stared at him for quite a long while, pounced upon him, and proceeded to do precisely what they were doing now. Bakura twirled the piece of Pocky in his mouth, and inserted it into Ryou's slit. He soon added a second piece, and moved them both up and down, an expression of lust pasted across his face.

Meanwhile, his free hand was stroking Ryou's entrance, lube having been tugged out of his pocket near the beginning of their activities. (He liked to be prepared for anything.) The young man didn't need much preparation, and soon the yami thrusted himself into his lover. It was bliss. Tight heat surrounded him, and for a moment, he stilled, removing the sweets from his partner. They were slick with come, and he licked one up and down before greedily devouring it. He thrusted into Ryou again, and somehow guided the second strawberry-covered biscuit stick to his mouth. He groaned loudly as he watched his hikari bite into it, close his eyes, lick a crumb off of his swollen lips...

Their pace unconciously quickened, and soon they were in perfect rhythym, with Ryou bucking wildly upward as Bakura thrusted into him. It wasn't long before Ryou reached his limit, and he came onto his own chest stomach, his hot seed pooling around his navel. Bakura rode out his own orgasm, and it felt as though Ryou's body was milking him for it, squeezing tightly around him until he all but exploded. With a shudder, he pulled out, and barely avoided collapsing on his hikari's chest.

"My God," Ryou breathed. He was slick with sweat, saliva, and semen, head thrown back to expose his neck, eyes closed. He looked utterly debauched.

Bakura swallowed harshly. "Like I said before: holy fucking Min." His eyes fell shut, and he felt Ryou's breathing regulate as much as he heard it. "Shit, I'm tired. It's too hot to do this more than twice a week," he complained, voice drifting off.

Ryou giggled with some effort. "Maybe you're right. I love you," he added, smiling.

"Right back at you, kid."

The two young men fell asleep, then, their silvery hair sure to be tangled when they awoke. Bakura's left pant-leg was soaked through by chocolatey milk, Ryou's own pants were currently covering Billy Crystal's face, the upholstery was probably going to stain, and the various fluids on their bodies would be sticky and uncomfortable after they dried... but none of that mattered. After all, they weren't just asleep - they were together.

They were in love.

Author's Notes: Oh, geez. That conclusion was so... gooey. I don't know whether I'm proud or ashamed. Also, I realized upon reading the original that I used the word mewl a lot. Like... a lot.

Strawberry Pocky is a delicious snack food produced by Glico. Min is the Egyptian god of fertility, power, and the Eastern desert.

Also, in case you didn't gather it from the actual fiction, let me clear things up by using proper anatomical terms for things. (If that's squicky for you, you can just skip this.)

The Pocky was inserted through Ryou's urinary meatus, which is the external orifice of the urethra through which both urine and semen exit a man's penis; it's often referred to as "that slit thing on the end of a guy's dick," although I find that's a rather vulgar way of putting it. As... odd... as this sounds, it is certainly possible, and I have known a few men to find stimulation like that pleasurable. (Also, if you've ever seen Kids In Sandbox... that's what the woman is doing. Although, to do it so deeply and so violently rather frightens me.)

To those of you who find that weird, I must ask you to remember: Different folks, different strokes.

ANYWAY.

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