Title: JAFII: Breakfast With Bakura, 3/4
Author: Tsutsuji
Date written: 3/24/05
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Bakura/Ryou, Honda/Ryou
Type: yaoi/slash
Warnings: PWP, BDSM, multiple partner sex
Status: complete (4 chapters)
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no
profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Bakura indulges Ryou's fantasy, even thought it means sharing him with
Honda.
Notes: I thought this was going to continue in Ryou's point of view, but that
meant I couldn't describe Ryou and drool over him. Then I thought it was going
to be Honda's pov, but Honda didn't want to reveal what was going through his
head. So Bakura took over.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! You all totally keep me writing and posting. I
hope you like these next two parts as well.
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Chapter 3: Heating Up
Honda turned off the steaming water, and Bakura reached over to grab a handful
of towels. Together, they dried Ryou as he stood, with his arms still fastened
above him and the blindfold firmly in place. Bakura found this task
surprisingly enjoyable, even though he had to resist the urge to tease Ryou
some more in the process. Simply running his hands over his lover's glowing
skin, and watching the muscles ripple in slim arms and legs as he twisted
around under their hands, were pleasures he could have indulged in for hours.
But they had other plans for their captive, and he sensed Honda growing
impatient to move on to the next phase. He was looking forward to it as well.
When they were as dry as they were going to get in the steamy room, he tossed
the towels aside and moved behind Ryou again, then placed his hands under
Ryou's arms. Honda stood directly in front of Ryou, staring hard at his
blindfolded face.
"Now it's time for the real fun to begin," Bakura said softly. He
felt the shiver that ran through Ryou's body at these words. Honda smiled.
It felt lovely to have Ryou in his hands like this, to see his slender frame
stretched out with his arms high above him. He ran his hands down Ryou's sides,
feeling the swift rise and fall of his ribs with his quickened breathing. He
could easily have taken him then and there, if it wasn't for the fact that both
Honda and Ryou desired a more complicated scenario.
This was part of the reason he'd decided to allow Honda to join them again, in
fact. Bakura was willing enough to act out Ryou's fantasies, but grew impatient
with arranging the details that he knew Ryou would enjoy. He didn't know how
Ryou's punkish friend happened to know so much about this game, and he didn't
care to know. All that mattered was that Honda seemed to understand what Ryou
wanted from the first hint, and had the patience and care to bring the fantasy
to life. Bakura had never liked the idea of sharing his lover, until he saw how
much it excited and pleased Ryou. After Ryou responded the way he did on the
previous occasion, he couldn't resist trying it again.
When Bakura first suggested to Honda that he should join them again, the punk's
first reaction was surprise and suspicion. Those disappeared as soon as they
started to plan the encounter. Honda caught on quickly to the idea of the scene
Bakura had in mind, which was built on shy, whispered fantasies Ryou had
confided. He was hardly surprised when Honda added a few original touches of
his own. This shower bondage was one of Honda's ideas, and it had worked as
well for Ryou as they'd guessed it would. The very next move was also Honda's
idea, and Bakura was curious to see Ryou's reaction.
He stepped back, leaving Ryou tightly clasped in Honda's arms instead. He
caught the brunette's eye, and Honda gave him a quick nod and braced himself.
Bakura reached above and released the clip attached to Ryou's wrist cuffs. Ryou
winced, his stretched muscles protesting as Bakura pulled his arms down and
forward. But before their captive could relax, Honda hefted him off his feet,
and Bakura dragged his arms down over Honda's back. Ryou gasped more loudly as
he was lifted up and slung over Honda's shoulder like a sack of grain.
Bakura chuckled when Ryou let out a shocked, indignant cry and gave an
experimental kick. Honda was ready for that, however, and caught Ryou's legs
firmly. He lifted Ryou's smaller frame with ease, but the look on his face was
priceless; Ryou's naked ass was right against his cheek. With one arm firmly
anchoring Ryou's legs against his body, he reached up with the other hand and
squeezed. Ryou yelped and squirmed so sharply that Honda almost lost his grip.
"Silence!" Bakura barked. He slapped Ryou's ass; the sharp
"smack!" echoed off the shower walls. Ryou's body jerked, and
unthinkingly he squirmed again. Bakura slapped him again, harder, and quickly
yanked his head down by the hair.
"If you continue to struggle, we'll hang you back up here and leave you
alone to anticipate your fate," he threatened. "Do you want
that?"
He didn't think so. Ryou went limp. Bakura grinned, and so did Honda. He looked
quite comfortable with his submissive captive now.
Bakura knew that Ryou would probably be perfectly happy if he continued to
whack his ass in this position, but Honda might not standing there holding him
all the while, especially considering what they were about to do next. He
merely gave Ryou's ass one last light slap before stepping aside.
"Bring him," he said sharply.
Honda nodded and followed Bakura out of the shower room with his compliant
burden.
Bakura spared a glance at Honda, who carried Ryou as if he weighed almost
nothing. He briefly admired the simple strength of the brunette's body as he
lightly carried Ryou out to the main room. But Honda's body didn't hold his
attention for long. What caught and held Bakura's gaze were Ryou's slim back
and pale skin, the slender legs dangling over Honda's shoulder, and the shiny
curtain of hair that fell down over Honda's backside as Ryou hung there with
his bound arms swinging behind. All of that, plus the large and obvious
evidence of Ryou's arousal that was revealed as Honda set him on his feet
again, made Bakura smile, and made his cock swell.
Honda set Ryou down at the edge of the futon mattress on which they'd fed their
captive earlier. Ryou faltered, unsteady on his feet, until Bakura's arms came
around him from behind.
The unruly captive couldn't seem to help himself: he wiggled his warm, damp
backside against Bakura's crotch. Looking over Ryou's shoulder, Bakura saw a
small, secretive smile appear below the blindfold. He growled low in his
throat. Crossing his arms over Ryou's chest, he caught each nipple between
thumb and forefinger, and pinched. Hard. Ryou stopped moving and his sly little
smile became a grimace of pain.
"Behave!" Bakura said, twisting the tender nubs. Ryou stiffened, but
lowered his head in submission. "That's better." Bakura rolled each
nipple gently under his fingertips, feeling Ryou's quickened breath grow calm
again.
While he was busy subduing the captive, Honda had stepped away to gather a few
articles that were set off to the side. Now he handed Bakura the first of those
items, and then stood in front of Ryou holding the others, waiting with a gleam
in his eyes.
Bakura smiled in anticipation of Ryou's reaction before he pulled the leather
collar around the slim throat. As he expected, Ryou's head shot up and he
trembled from head to toe at the first touch of it against his skin. Then his
chin dropped automatically when Bakura lifted his hair out of the way to fasten
it behind his neck. He could feel the sigh of submission flow through Ryou when
the metal clasp clicked, binding the collar in place.
Bakura paused for a moment, in spite of the fact that Honda stood ready with
the rest of Ryou's bonds to be put in place. He hardly ever used something so
common as a collar on Ryou. It was a symbol they didn't need. The Ring that
Ryou still wore or carried always linked them in the same symbolic way, even
though the ancient Item no longer held any actual power. They didn't need a
collar like this to remind them how much he owned and craved Ryou's body - or
how much Ryou owned and needed Bakura's heart and soul.
Even so, placing this collar around Ryou's neck while Honda looked on seemed to
heighten their connection at that moment. Bakura stood there silently, feeling
Ryou release himself willingly and completely into Bakura's control once again.
After a moment, Bakura raised his eyes to find Honda waiting patiently, his
face still and expressionless. Bakura reached out his hand. Honda barely
quirked an eyebrow as he handed over the leather strap and clasps. Then,
without a word, Honda opened the clips that held Ryou's wrist cuffs together,
and Bakura pulled his arms back.
"Remove the blindfold as well," he said.
Honda did this while Bakura bent Ryou's arms up behind his back. One end of the
short strap was attached by clips to the collar, the other to the wrist cuffs,
pinning Ryou's hands halfway up his back.
Ryou kept his head lowered with his eyes hidden behind his hair, even after the
blindfold was removed. He didn't try to look his captors in the face until
Honda lifted his chin.
Looking over Ryou's shoulder from behind, Bakura saw Honda's gaze sweep over
Ryou's body. His erection jutting forward between his slightly spread legs; his
smooth chest was pushed forward by the position of his bound arms. With a
glance at Bakura as if for permission, Honda ran his palm up Ryou's body,
smiling in appreciation.
Finally, Honda fastened his gaze on Ryou's mouth, bringing a flush to pale
cheeks. Honda's fingers nudged Ryou's lips open and slipped inside. Watching
Honda's fingers disappear between Ryou's lips, Bakura felt a flush of heat in
his own body. He grabbed Ryou by the hair and moved his head back and forth,
and Ryou automatically started to suck, making wet, hungry sounds around
Honda's fingers.
Bakura watched with amusement as Honda's other hand curled into a fist and he
unconsciously flexed his hips. The brunette's half-mast erection started to
creep upwards along his thigh. Bakura laughed, even though his own arousal had
become a constant ache by now.
He pulled Ryou's head back, and Honda dropped his hand, taking an unsteady
breath.
"Yeah..." he sighed. Bakura peered over Ryou's shoulder at him and
raised an eyebrow. Honda drew himself up and nodded. "Yeah. Right. Onward,
then."
Bakura wrapped his arms around Ryou with one hand under his chin to lift it as
Honda dropped down to his knees.
"What do you think we're going to do to you next?" he whispered in
Ryou's ear. "What shall we do with our pretty, helpless captive, hmm?"
He braced Ryou as Honda pushed his feet apart, and then nudged them wider
still. He held Ryou's chin up high so Ryou couldn't look down and see what
Honda was doing. Of course, he knew Ryou would figure it out when the leather
cuffs were fastened in place around his ankles. From the pounding pulse in
Ryou's throat against the collar, he knew Ryou heard the jingle of short
lengths of chain, and the clank of metal clips on the end of a wooden rod that
was placed between his spread legs.
Still holding his chin high with the hand around his throat, Bakura dropped his
other hand to reach between Ryou's thighs. Ryou jerked in his grasp and made a
sound of distress when the hand brushed against his balls, at the same moment
Honda locked the spreader bar in place. Inadvertently, Ryou's motion pressed
his ass against Bakura's erection.
Bakura clamped his hand over Ryou's mouth, tight and hard, holding him still
and keeping him quiet. His captive whimpered in his throat, but he stopped
moving. Bakura's fingers were pressed under Ryou's nostrils; it would be easy
to block his breath as well, and Ryou knew this. He pulled Ryou's head back and
turned it so their eyes met. But over his hand, Ryou's wide eyes looked up at
him, his deep liquid brown eyes, full of trust and desire.
That was a strange thing, Bakura thought, this trust that Ryou gave him. It
bound them together like a fine silk thread, stronger than the bonds on his
wrists and ankles. There was no reason for Ryou to trust him, but that was
exactly what tied him to Ryou. The thread could be broken with a word, a single
move. But it was a thread that Ryou spun, not him. And Ryou was so much
stronger than he seemed, stronger than he knew he was. Stronger, even, than he
wanted to be.
The safeword that Jonouchi had given him was meaningless, Bakura thought with a
smile. Ryou would never use it. He would never have to. Bakura knew his fantasy
completely; he knew his lover's desires and his limits better than Ryou knew
them himself. After all, he'd lived inside Ryou for so many years, before
regaining a life of his own. He knew every corner of Ryou's fantasy, his deep
desire to be wanted, taken, and loved.
As if sex and love had anything to do with each other, Bakura had once thought.
Now, while Honda checked the tightness of the bonds and started to run his
hands up the insides of Ryou's spread legs, Bakura watched with delight as
Ryou's gaze lost focus, overwhelmed by the sensations. But then he focused
again on Bakura's face, peering up over the hand clamped over his mouth. Bakura
smiled and tightened his grip. He brought his other hand up to touch the pulse
fluttering in Ryou's neck.
Bakura laughed. If it was true that sex and love were not connected, then why
was he bothering to do this at all? Why did the feel of Ryou struggling then
melting in his arms, and the look of trust in his eyes, arouse him the way they
did?
At the sound of his laughter, Ryou's eyes had grown wider. There was a lovely
flicker of fear in them then, fear of what evil thought had made Bakura laugh.
His pulse beat a little faster under Bakura's fingertips. So he laughed again
and smiled, and he was rewarded with another shiver of delicious fear running
through Ryou's body, and a startling look of gratitude.
If that wasn't love, what was?
Even Honda was only another symbol of his love and desire for Ryou. Otherwise,
he would never let anyone do what Honda was about to do. Only because it was
Ryou's fantasy to be taken this way would he allow it.
Honda stood up, once again waiting patiently, although his eyes were glittering
and hard as he watched them. Bakura kissed Ryou's cheek, half glancing at Honda
as he did so, but then he released Ryou from his tight grasp. He stepped around
so that they were both facing Ryou, each with a hand on his shoulder to help
him stay balanced. Bakura coaxed him to raise his eyes and look at them. Ryou
let fear show in his eyes, and they smiled at him together: hard, scheming
smiles to answer his fear.
"Now," Bakura said, "we're going to share you, my Ryou. To make
sure you remember who you belong to, you're going to take me in your mouth
while he fucks your pretty ass. And when he's done, I'll have your ass as
well."
Ryou's eyes became huge and round. He swallowed convulsively, looking as if he
wanted to speak but couldn't. Bakura expected such a reaction, and he smiled to
see that he was right. Honda let an amused grin flicker through his stone-faced
gangster stare for a second, before moving around behind Ryou.
Bakura again fastened his fingers tightly in Ryou's soft hair. He watched with
pleasure when Ryou swallowed hard again, his delicate throat moving rapidly
inside the collar. Honda stopped to pick up one more item that had been set
aside - a container of butter left over from breakfast, half-melted in the heat
of the room. After smearing some of it over his cock, he positioned himself
behind Ryou and pressed forward just enough so that Ryou could feel his
erection poking against his naked ass.
"Do you want that inside you?" Bakura said, tugging on his hair.
"Yes, I know you do. I know how much you want to get fucked," he
said. At the moment he spoke the final word, he gripped Ryou's hair so hard it
brought tears to the soft brown eyes. "You want me inside you, too, so be
careful - make me as hard as you can with your sweet mouth, my little pet; but
if you make me come, you'll regret it," he added.
He pulled Ryou's head down low. Ryou flinched and struggled a little, panicked
by his lack of control. Balance was difficult with his legs spread and his arms
bound high on his back, so Ryou had to rely on his captors to keep him on his
feet. They had no intention of letting him fall. They had him just where they
wanted him.
(Continued in chapter 4)