Bakura suffers from sleep paralysis, which Ryou has always known. However, Bakura only recently told Ryou that he doesn't exactly suffer from it.
Or, Bakura fucks his sleep paralysis demon who looks just like his husband. Please read tags.
This is like the softest one I've done, hope you like
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When Bakura returned to life for the... third time? He had lost count really. But when he returned for the latest time, he didn't expect to be plagued with mortal issues again, not after thousands of years as a spirit.
Thus, when he began to deal with sleep paralysis, Bakura didn't know how to deal with it. Bakura had told his husband, Ryou, about it of course, but had only recently told him what exactly his sleep paralysis demon did. But that didn't really make anything better, other than Ryou was extra sweet to Bakura in the mornings if he'd had a bad night.
Correction - at night, it didn't help.
Bakura, his sleep paralysis demon hissed.
Bakura's eyes snapped open, but he couldn't move as it emerged from the dark hallway beyond his room - a hallway he could never get to, even to the doorway, to close it. Not that he would.
The demon emerged, a shock of white against the dark. White hair hung like rags to its elbows. Its arms, legs, and torso were all just slightly too long to be human, and its fingers extended into claws in a white to black gradient. It couldn't control the claws, but it was still so gentle when it wanted to be. A black leathery tail curled around its waist, shimmering dark blues and purples when the dim ethereal light hit it.
Ryou's own eyes were chocolate, but the demon's were black. When Bakura had described it once, Ryou had admitted he wished he looked like that.
Maybe that's why when Bakura, laying on top of the blanket in nothing but his old shenti, whispered, "Please," he imagined the demon as Ryou when it smiled.
It smiled so sweetly too, just like Ryou.
Ryou hummed, too high and off-beat, just uncanny enough to send shivers down Bakura's spine. "I missed you too, Bakura." He trailed his claws down Bakura's bare legs, not deep enough to make him bleed, but enough to make him shudder, even paralysed. "You know what I want."
"Please," Bakura repeated as Ryou's claws shifted direction to run up his chest. He whined as they caught on his nipples.
"Such a good boy," Ryou praised. He leaned in. His teeth gleamed in the dark, sharp and white, and Bakura gasped and arched as Ryou sucked his nipple between his inhuman teeth.
As Ryou continued, he reached down to rub Bakura's clothed cunt. "You're so responsive," Ryou purred, soothing the nipple he had bitten with his tongue. He instead moved to Bakura's neck. "I think I could make you cum just like this."
"No," Bakura groaned, hitching his hips up against Ryou's hand. "Please don't."
"You don't get a say in this." Ryou bit and sucked bruises into Bakura's neck that made him whine and gush. "Mine," Ryou hissed. He trailed his tongue over the purpling bruises now staining Bakura's skin.
