Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Charlie's Hikaris ❯ chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Don't own anything and all the other stuff.

Beware: It's YAOI. There will be, of course, R-rated talk and the sex will be there eventually.

Couples: Y/YY, R/B, M/M, J/S- mostly hikaris/yamis (yes, we consider Jou a hikari and Seto a yami. heh.)

=====chapter 13=====

'Ooh, I hope it's nothing bad.'

Ryou prayed inwardly, begging to every god he can think and make up that nothing bad will happen to him. OR WORST!

'What if they found out that I'm a Hikari?!'

Ryou's eyes widened and narrowed as he thought of how horrible if that were true. Bad things and ideas run through his mind that he was wobbling through the door to the room, his head getting dizzy as pictures of torturous things go in mind.

"Bloody hell." he whimper a soft curse.

“My my, that’s the first time I heard you say a bad word. And I thought you were a good little boy.” a dark, humorous voice chuckled behind him. “But after that little performance, maybe you have a dark side too.”

“Ah!” Ryou jumped and twist around with his hands up to his chest to see the smirking devil twin. “Bakura!”

The white-haired devil smirked wider. “I thought we made an agreement to refer to me as ’Master’. Or are you going against me? hmm?”

Ryou paled, even more, his whole body starting to sweat, from head to sole. Flustered, he shook his head aggressively, so hard that some feathers were flying around, shutting his eyes.

“N-NO! N-NO, no, I wouldn’t do that, no. No, Master, please, forgive me, Master.” Ryou begged, stuttering and bowing at the same time.

Bakura sighed then wave a careless hand. “Enough. Quit your begging, save it for later. Unless you really want to...do any more surprise dancing?”

Ryou gasp as he felt his pale skin heating up. “N-No! I mean, yes, no! I-I d-didn’t mean to-” he started.

“Enough.” Bakura silenced then ordered. “Come.”

And turn to the doorway on the side. Ryou inwardly whined in a fear and stumble behind him. They turn a corner to a narrow flight of stairs that might reach to the top of the club. As they kept walking, Ryou was having a talk with himself again.

‘Oh dear, where are we going? I thought he just wanted to tell me something. Ah!, What if he really found out who I really am?! NO! But if he didn’t, what is it then?!?!’ he panicked with himself.

“Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“HUH?!” Ryou jumped at the surprised question. “Oh, um, I-I took some classes w-with my friend a while back.”

Bakura nodded slightly as they stopped at a door. Reaching the knob, he pushed the door open and walk in. Ryou stood outside the door, not knowing if he should go in or be safe and run.

“Get in!” Bakura commanded and Ryou bolted in.

Then he gently shoved Ryou to the couch and locked the door behind him. Ryou heard the faint clink and felt his body shiver with Goosebumps.

“Relax. Want a drink?” Bakura offered casually.

Ryou stiffly shook his head. “N-No, thank you, Master.”

He shrugged again. “Suit yourself, If you want it a bit rough, more fun to it.”

“Huh?” Ryou blinked in confusion of what he was meaning but Bakura just grinned wickedly at him, his sharp fang teeth gleaming.

Ryou suddenly felt his heart jumped and beating faster as something strange was happening to his body. His eyes couldn’t help string at Bakura and when he try to move his view, he gaze always landing down on the...intimate area that has him blushing and burn on the inside.

He quickly shut his eyes, hoping that it could clear his mind from disturbing things that he’s clean to know about. And hoped that he didn’t notice his staring.

But, Bakura did caught his wandering eyes and widen his sharp grin to keep from laughing out loud, yelling ‘this is too easy’. Instead, he just moved closer to Ryou on the couch. He deliberately sat next to him, so close that their thighs are touching and they could felt each other's warmth.

Ryou made a small gasping sound as he felt Bakura’s closeness. His mind started flashing dirty thoughts in his head and he started to breathe in short, hard breathes.

“You said you took some lessons for dancing, right?” Bakrua asked, his head very close to Ryou that he felt his breath teasing his ear.

Hesitantly, Ryou nodded and said in a quiet strain voice, “Y-Yes.”

The older teen turn his head a little, making his breath moved from his ear to his exposed neck. “Mm. Why did you want to learn to dance?”

Ryou tries to ignore the breathing on his neck and focused his eyes to the room. It was dim-lighted but he could see it was a wide space. On the corner there is this big thing that he couldn’t see because it was really dark.

‘What’s that?’ he ask in his mind, trying to think of what it could be. As he was calculating in his mind, he stared again as he felt strong arms going around his naked stomach and was pulled to Bakura’s lap.

“M-Master!” he gasp, his small hands quickly grabbing onto his broad shoulder. “What are you-aah.”

“You’re shivering. If you’re cold, I can help you warm up.” Bakura murmured seductively, skimming his hand on his smooth back. His movement earned his some soft muffled moans from Ryou as he felt the little light breathing roughly again. “Tell me, you haven’t dance like that to anyone, have you, my little Indian?”

Ryou bit into his lips from groaning aloud as the hand moves up and down from his back. Not trusting his voice, he just squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

“No? Ok, answer this, little Indian,” he said, pulling his hand away from Ryou and wait till the younger teen look at him. “Why did you dance tonight?”

Ryou stared at him with wide doe-brown eyes, his mouth slightly agape. No words came out of his mouth.

“Was it because you were jealous of your little friends?” Bakura suggested with a suspicious smirk.

The small white-haired Indian gasp and froze as the truth hit him and he felt his whole body turning red and hot again. Then Bakura grab the back of his head and pulled his face down close to him, their lips barely touching each other, their breathes fusing with each other.

“If you wanted to get my attention, all you need to do is ask.”

Ryou stared in shock at him. Then he roan his innocent eyes under his body at Bakura’s body, feeling his body react to many thing and meet his eyes with dark brown ones.

“Well?” Bakura taunt with a raised brow.

Ryou swallowed and ask in the steadiest voice he can come up with. “M-Master. M-May I please h-have your a-attention?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment then his hand grabbed one of Ryou’s butt cheeks and gave it a testing squeeze.

“Only if you make it good.”

As if it were the key to his lock, Ryou felt something released in his body and a wildness flew into him.

Growling, Ryou forcefully smash his lips to Bakura’s till their teeth make connection and mindlessly started kissing his mouth, not knowing how to do it properly but didn’t care, as long as he can taste him.

“Master!” he cried , gripping his hands tighter to his shoulder, wanting to feel closer to the other.

Bakura chuckled and grab the little teen’s hips. “Slow down, Indian. I’ll teach you all.” Then he pushed Ryou down on his back to the couch and roughly push his mouth to his.

Taking control of the kiss, he forced his tongue through Ryou’s closed lips and dominated his tongue. Then he claim and conquered Ryou’s whole mouth. Ryou groan and moan, swirling his tongue with Bakura’s, to taste more of him.

Unknowing of his actions, Ryou lifted his hip, moving his hands to the other’s strong chest, almost scrapping with his short nails. Bakura broke the kiss to groan in pleasure at the action decided to get even . Bending his head, he nibble and bit down lightly to Ryou’s throat, hearing the other gasp and whined with demand.

As he sucks on the pale skin, one of his hand move from his hips to his chest. He pushed aside the feather dream catcher and traced his nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Ryou gasp out loud and jumped, grabbing Bakura tighter.

“Ah,, Master!” he gasp and bucked his chest to the hand, wanting more. “Please.”

“If you say so.” Bakura growled into his throat and move his head down to catch one of the erect nipples with his teeth while twisting the other with his hand.

Ryou arched up, half gasping, half screaming out as he felt the painful yet pleasurable act. Grabbing dark-white hair, he try to pull Bakura’s mouth closer.

“Master, please!” Ryou begged, blindly arching upwardly. “Please!”

“Please what?” Bakura growled and bit the nipple gently then moving to the other pink bud. “Tell me what you want and I’ll decide to give it to you or not.”

But Ryou didn’t know what he wanted. He never been in a relationship before, he haven’t even dated. And he’s still a pure, clean virgin. So what does he want? NO IDEA.

Seeing the heated desire and confusing in the little one’s eyes, Bakura could just laugh out loud in his face, but instead, he grind his hips hard onto Ryou’s, causing him to gasp again as a new friend want to join the game.

“Master!” Ryou cried as felt his groin starting to harden when their groins touch.

“Is this what you want? Is it, my little Indian?” Bakura purred in his ear seductively, swirling his hips in small circles.

“YES! I mean, no! No, wait, yes, um no. I don’t know!” Ryou yelled in confusion, his body feeling hot and his head going crazy. “Ah!”

“Are you sure?” Bakura taunt, pushing his hips on him on him once more, hard, then slowly back off.

“NO!” Ryou screamed and urgently wrapped his leather clad legs around his hips. “No, Master please! MORE!”

“Oh? You want more?”

“YES! YES, Master! PLEASE!” he begged, tightening his legs and biting his nails in his shoulder.

Bakura look down at his hot Indian, clinging at him, begging for his to take him. Smiling a dark smile, he tweaked one rosy nipple, watch Ryou moan in pleasure, and an inspiration bloomed in his head.

“And what will I get in return? Hmm?” he ask, playing with the nipple.

Distracted by passion, Ryou just blurted out in a wail, “Anything! Please!”

“Just what I though you’ll say. Hold on.”

All of a sudden, Ryou felt himself lifted up and moved. He opened his hazed eyes to see Bakura carrying him to the dark corner where he saw the large object. When Bakura set him down on it, he was surprise to find out it was a bed! A big bed. And it was very soft. Like feathers.

Ryou sighed into the cushions then lifting his eyes to the ceiling he spotted a narrow metal bar above the middle of the bed. He stared at it in confusion. While being distracted by the bar, he didn't notice his clothes being pealed away. He finally noticed when he felt a cool breeze and look down to see he's naked with a long feather hat.

"Ack!" he cried and tried to cover his arouse body as he felt a pair of dark brown eyes scanning his pale, flushed body. "Bakura!"

But he ignored the cry and grab both his wrists in one hand, lifting them over his head, revealing all of his body. Ryou blushed and try to wriggle out of the tight grip on his wrists to cover his nudity, but stopped when his eyes met with Bakura's hungry eyes.

"Bakura." Ryou whimpers.

"Shush. Again it's Master. You best remember it or I'll have to...punish you." Bakura threatened, licking his lips.

Then he reach around and pulled out a large, black leather rope whip. Ryou froze at the sight of the whip and held his breathe, shutting his eyes. But when he felt nothing he peeked open to see Bakura...wrapping it around his wrists?

"What?"

Then he tossed the end of the whip over the bar, catching it on the other side and pull. Ryou gasp and he felt himself lifted up to his knees, his arms hanging high above his head.

"Baku-"

"Master."

"Master. Wh-what are you d-doing?" he stuttered.

Bakura gave him a sneaky smile that holds many dark secrets. Then he took the end of the whip and placed then in Ryou’s trapped hands.

“Whatever you do, don’t let go.” he instructed and let go of the rope.

Now it was Ryou holding the rope whip that keeps him hanging.

“B-But, Master-!” he whined.

Bakura sent him a silencing glance before standing on the bed, in front of him. And slowly strip off his silk costume. Ryou stared, his mouth dropped open, he almost lost hold of the whip.

When his eyes reach down his legs, Ryou caught his breath and blushed at the sight of Bakura’s arousal. Which is the biggest thing he ever seen.

“Dear heavens.” he said breathlessly.

Bakura just smirked at him, then walk towards him, when he stood in front of the naked boy, who’s wearing a feather hat and is stretched out in front of him. When he was a feet away from him, Ryou shuddered as the engorge member was in front of his face. He tries to close his eyes and look away sheepishly but his young curiosity made his peek back at it in fascination.

“Take it.” Bakura said.

“Huh?” Ryou look up at him, bemused.

“Take me. In your mouth.” he instructed. When he saw that Ryou had a shocked expression on his face with his mouth a bit open, he just push his erection in himself. “Now be a good slave.”

Ryou’s eyes widen as he felt the skin in his mouth. As he start to slowly push in and out of his mouth, he started to get familiar with the taste and closed his eyes. Then he started gently bobbing his head with the motion, his hands tightening on the whip. Then he was moving faster and faster, wanting to taste him more.

Listening to his Master moaning aloud and shoving in more till he choke, Ryou some how felt more turned on. Just as he felt the erection growing, it was pulled out of him.

“Wha-?” Ryou slowly open his confused eyes to stare at Bakura.

The white-haired demon was standing there, his cock as big as before, or bigger. His face was dripping with sweat and his eyes were fierce with need.

“Master?” Ryou whispered.

Then Bakura abruptly crawled behind him and Ryou gasp as he felt something probing his ass.

“M-Master?!” he call waryly, not feeling turned on, but scared.

“I’m going to make you MINE.” Bakura said ruthlessly in his ear, then roughly thrust into Ryou's tight entrance.

Ryou screamed, out in pain as he felt his as being ripped apart. His thoroughness on licking the cock wasn’t enough to give him a lubricant to make it a smooth entrance and Ryou can’t help but brace his body. His eyes are squeezed tight as tears stream down is flushed face.

“Ahh. Please, Master.” he cried. “It hurts. I’m sorry if I did something wrong. I’m sorry.”

He half expected him to continue the pain but he didn’t. Instead he felt a hand moved to his chest and started soothing him, teased his erected nipples and comfort him.

“B-Bakura?”

“Shh. Relax. Adjust.” he heard his whisper, his voice sound strain and angry.

As Ryou started breathing normally, he started to feel the sharp pain between his cheeks has lessen and the hand pleasurable again. When he felt himself getting better, Ryou experimentally lifted a bit, using the whip to pull himself up, and down again.

“Ah, Yes. Just like that.” Bakura groan in pleasure, moving his hips up. “Again!”

Ryou started to pull himself up and down again, there was still a tiny pain but he couldn’t tell as he felt the pleasure rose in him,. As it started to build, he started to move faster. When Bakura couldn’t stand the slow gentleness anymore, he grip onto Ryou’s hip and started slamming up in him.

“AH! Bakrua! Master! Yes! YES! Please more! Ah, Ah, oh!” Ryou screamed, jumping up and down on his cock, wanting more. “Harder! Harder! YES!”

Bakura just kept grunting and pumping into him, feeling the tightness holding his, squeezing him. Using on hand to balance his, he panted his feet flat on the mattress, he push himself higher, deeper into Ryou. Ryou just screamed out more, and more, his sweet song bouncing through the room.

With his other hand, he reach in front and grab hold of Ryou’s hard on. Then he started to pump it ruthlessly, matching it with their speed. Ryou’s screams just went a pitch higher, he tossed his head back, his feather hat tickling Bakura.

Just when he couldn’t hold it anymore, Ryou cried and released in the hand, his ass convulsive around Bakura’s member, making his shout out and he spill his hot seed in the little Indian.

Both breathing hard, Ryou was so tired that he let go of the whip, making him fall on the spent cushions and gasping. Bakura weakly grab Ryou, pulling him on him. Then he reach under a pillow to small saber, hold it to Ryou's tied hands, and sliced the whip, freeing his hands.

Putting away the saber, he adjust Ryou in front of him and settle in the pillow, adjusting the feather hat away from his face and put his chin under it. Ryou sighed and snuggle deeper into Bakura’s warmth.

“Mas-ter.” he sighed.

“Yes, little Indian.?” Bakura kissed his nape.

“Again? Please Master?”

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“Arg. I wonder what that freak want now.” Malik mumble as he trudge in the room. Looking around and seeing no one he blinked. “Where the hell is he?”

“Looking for me, Sprinkles?”

“Ahh!” Malik jumped as he heard the voice angrily turn to the man. “What the hell are you trying to do? Scare me to death?”

Marik just smiled very brightly, not fazed by the angry tone and walk up to him. “Do you now how cute you look when you’re angry? You shine more!”

Malik glowered at him, but shut his eyes to count to ten.

‘No point in wasting energy on him. He’s hopeless.’

When he opened his eyes, he look at him again and in a business tone, he ask, “What do you want?”

Marik just grin at him and turn to the other door. At the doorway, he pause to signal his finger for him to follow. Malik just stared, uneasy with the kooky manager, but followed any way.

He led him down the hall, turn a corner, up the stair and into a round room.

“So, what do you think?” Marik asked eagerly, holding a hand to the dark room.

Malik looked annoyed at him and said, “I don’t know. I can’t see it.”

Suddenly a bright light flashed open, making Malik covered his eyes. When he slowly open his eyes, he gasp at the sight. Marik just smiled with glee at his expression and gently shooed him in the room. When Malik mindlessly walked in, Marik lock the door with an old fashion key and twirl in on his finger.

Malik just continue to stare at the room.

“Well?” Marik urged.

“It’s...beautiful.” he breath out.

“Like what?”

“Home.”

The walls of the room were designed and painted the image of the desert of Egypt. The roundness of the room gives it it’s realistic look, as if the hills of sands are miles away. The floor was made of real stones, hand made. The room was decorated with a small pond with a tree on the far corner, there was little pyramids around with hieroglyphics everywhere, and little artifacts from Egypt.

“Wow.” Malik was still dazed with the picture.

“Come here.” Marik said, tugging on Malik’s hand to the center of the room, where there was a circle hole. “This is my favorite.”

When Malik look down in it, his mouth gap open. “Is that-?”

“Yup.” he nodded proudly. “Real sands from the deserts of Egypt.”

Down in the hole was full of sand. Real, golden sand. And around the edges where cushions, like a couch with sand carpet.

Malik kneel on one knee, reach his hand down and grab a hand full of sand.

“I can’t believe you actually done this.” Malik said, amazed.

Marik look down at his sand pool with a far away look. “It calms me, sooth me when I’m feeling home sick.”

Malik nodded. “I know how that feels. I usually just visit my sister’s museum.”

Marik looked at him with interest. “You have a sister who owns in a museum?”

Knowing he just made the biggest mistake for revealing his true identity, he quickly change the subject. “So what is it that you want? I gotta work you know.”

Quickly forgetting his main topic, Marik grinned wildly again and jumped into his sand pool. Dropping on to the cushions, he patted the seat next to him.

“Come here. Easier to talk while relaxing.” he said.

The construction worker clad Hikari hesitated for a moment, but bravely stepped in and sat across from him.

“So, talk. What did I do wrong?”

Marik blinked then laughed. “Oh, you did nothing wrong. I just want to spend time with you.”

“What?!”

“Now, why don’t we start where we left off.”

Suddenly Marik pounce towards him. Malik gasp and quickly twisted out of the way. Marik missed his target but grinned again and try again. They went around in circles for a while before Marik took an extra step and caught Malik by the arm.

“Ah! Hey you!” Malik yelped then narrowed his eyes grab the hand that grip his and move to toss him. “Hi-yah!”

Marik flew in the air and Malik smirked awaiting to see the other teen to fall on his back but gasp when Marik easy twisted his body like a cat and landed gracefully on his feet.

“He he. Not bad, my little Mini-Me.” Marik chuckled, looking like he’s really enjoying this. REALLY he is.

“B-B-But, how?” Malik gape, lost for words.

“I practice.” Marik smiled, then crouch down to a stance. “Now it’s my turn.”

And he launch straight at Malik. Still dumbfounded, he barely blocked the attack Marik made and hastily went from attack to defense. Marik continue to toss combination moves at his and Malik is actually having a hard time following and blocking him.

Marik was still smiling through all his attacks. Waiting for the right time when his little twin is too busy looking at his hands, he swiftly moved close to his face.

“Ah!.” Malik gasp and froze at the spot as his purple eyes stare into Mariks wild ones.

“Gotcha.”

Marik tackled Malik to the sand, straddling him on the waist, both of his hand locking Malik’s above his head. He look down at Malik’s astonished face and grinned.

“Hi, Shiny.” he said cheerfully.

Malik look up at him, frighten. He swallowed a lump and try to steady his voice but it faltered a bit. “W-What are you gonna do to me?”

“Collect my prize.”

Then he bent his head down and captured Malik’s mouth. Malik gasp in surprise and he took the moment to trust his tongue in his mouth, deepening and tasting all of him. Malik tried to push his tongue out with his own tongue but made the mistake and end up battling tongues. Marik dominated with flying colors.

Pulling away from the kiss to let his light twin breathe, Marik lick his lips, wanting, and move his mouth down, attacking his neck.

“Oh! Marik!” Malik cried out.

“Come on, call me ‘Master’.” Marik urged as he run his tongue down his neck to his chest. “You know you want to.”

“No! Stop it!” Malik resisted, but his body was screaming to be taken. And by him. “Ra no!”

“Ra yes!” Marik said back and bit on a tan nipple.

Malik’s chest jumped up as he gasp in the shocked pleasure from it. “Ah!”

Holding both wrists in one hand, Mairk used his free hand down to Malik’s tight faded jeans, and fiercely rip them off his, along with his undergarments. (don’t know whether to choose boxers or thong.)

Marik gasp again as he felt the denim material being ripped away from him, leaving him nude. He try to pull out of Marik’s hold but it was took strong. He never felt so vulnerable in his lift. Never this naked. And defiantly never this turned on!

“Stop this!” he yelled angrily, his face blushing in embarrassment.

“Do you know I had a fantasy to fuck you in the sands? What a dream come true.” Marik giggled in excitement.

“That is not gonna happen!” Malik yelled back.

“Sure you we will.” he replied happily.

“I’m naked!”

Marik blinked then with the amazing speed of stripping, he was nude with him.

“There! Now we’re the same.” he said cheerfully, enjoying their naked bodies touching each other, flesh to flesh.

Malik was stared at him, shocked with the other’s boldness.

“You’re insane.” he whisper in a amazed voice.

“Thank you. And you are cute. Now you’re gonna be mine.”

Then he grinded their arousal together, hard, making them both groan out loud.

“Let me go!” Malik whined, wanting to run away and stay with the pleasure.

“Nope! Not until you say it!” Marik yelled and continue to slowly grind him.

“Never! Ah! Ah! Stop!” he begged.

“Say it. You know you want to.”

“No I don’t!” he lied pathetically.

“Come on. If you say it, I’ll give you what you want.” Marik baited then slowly withdraw his hard cock.

Mairk gasp when he felt the other’s absence and lifted up his hips but Marik used his hand to push it back down on the sand.

“Marik!” he whimper.

“Say it.” he said, teasing the other’s hard erection lightly with his, making their broad tip lightly touching, wetting it with a small drip of semen. “Say it.”

Losing control, Malik just cracked and scream out, “Master! Master! Master!”

Smirking in triumph, Marik, released his trapped wrists and watch as Malik roughly cling his hands to his hair and yank his face to his into a bruising kiss. Malik is free, wild and is extremely horny.

Pulling hard on the dark blond hair, Malik pushed his lips to his, licking it, biting it. Then he pushed Marik down on his back on the sand, Marik went willingly as Malik attack his body with his hungry mouth, his mind woo clouded with desire to remember his mission, his job, or his name.

Running his hands all over Marik’s body, he kiss and bit on his nipple, his navel, everywhere. Malik grasp Marik’s hard on and started pumping until it grow bigger and harder.

Marik hiss out his breath as he try to hold himself from releasing. Grabbing Malik’s thin hips. he lifted his on top of his hard cock.

“Take me! Take me, Master!” Malik begged loudly.

“Anything you say, Shiny.” Marik growled then ruthlessly pull Malik down hard on his dick.

Malik screamed out in the quick pain, shutting his eyes. Marik grab his waist with one arm and quickly turn Malik to lie on the sands and started pounding in him, kissing his neck.

As he continue to thrust in him, Malik gasp and pant as the pain quick change to pleasure and started moving to the pace.

“Master! Ah, More! More! Yes, Harder! Faster! Ra, YES!” Malik yelled, and rolled Marik on his back and started riding on him. “Yes, yes, YES!”

Marik groan and shout with please then pushed Malik back down and rake him again. They kept on the switching dance, moving to the sand, on the cushions, on the hard floor, to the wall, near the pond, then back on the sand floor again.

“Now! Give me!” Marik ordered and Malik shuddered as Marik thrust him one last time and he spilled his seed on the sand, Marik shooting his seed in him.

Both panting and gasping hard, Malik settled his back on Mariks chest. Both covered in sweat and semen, still stuck together.

Marik grab hold of Malik’s chin and yanked it up to kiss him again.

“Again. Say it again and we go do it again.”

“.....Master.”

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< br> "Grr. Dis betta be fast. I got som dings ta ask Yuge and Ryou." Jou mutters as he walks in the room.

'I never seen Ryou that scary in my life. I never even thought he could do that!' Jou shuddered as he remember how the sweet, innocent Ryou morphed into a sex-god Titan.

Stepping in the same room, Jou looks around to see nothing, check his digi-watch. At the same time he clinked a few buttons on the side and check his e-mail in the mini computer he installed in the watch.

Rolling his eyes on the junk mail he kept being sent for coupons on free dating service, he didn't sense the presence of another behind him until he felt the back of his hair suddenly sticks up.

"Find the blinking numbers interesting or are you trying to tell time, mutt?" a cold, amused voice said from over his shoulder.

Jou started, his fireman hat did a small hop as he turn to face his Manager.

"Kaiba!" he said surprised.

"That's Master to you, Mutt." he reminded in a flat tone, his eyes focused on his watch with interest. "So what time is it? Or is it broken?"

Forgetting that his watch was still in computer-mode, Jou quickly slap his other hand over it, moving his expert fingers to change it to cloak-mode, uttering a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, da batteries dead." Jou lied, finish changing his watch then turn serious. "So, wat do ya want, Kaiba? Dere's betta not be anotha bomb test."

"No bombs, don't think it's worth wasting another bomb on you."He still has his eyes on the wrist watch for a few more seconds before turning his eyes to Jou.

"Wat was dat?!"

"Never mind. Follow me to the other room. I have some business to discuss." he said coolly, and turn to the other door, motioning his finger to Jou like a trainer. "Come, Mutt."

"I'm not a dog, Kaiba!" Jou growled angrily, baring out his teeth, imitating a picture of a braced guard dog.

Kaiba just smirked with a raised brow, ignored his comment and walk through the door. JOu fumed more, silently and trudge behind him, having no where else to go to.

Walking through the hall, Jou followed Kaiba around like a good little puppy through a maze. Jou did complained a couple of time, only to annoy Kaiba. Then they finally reached the door, Jou didn't notice that they went to another floor.

"Hey, Kaiba, were are we?" he asked, no thinking of how long they had been walking, losing track of the time.

Getting no answers to his question, the brunette push a control panel and enter a code that made it slid open. Jou moved his attention to the small machine, going through his mind the blueprints of it's mainframe and wonder if he has to crack it later.

"Get in, Mutt." Kaiba called out as he walk in.

“I got a name, ya know!” Jou snapped at him but again was ignored.

Grumbling under his breath about snotty managers, he reluctantly followed in the room and gap at the wondrous room.

‘I’ve died an d gone ta heaven.’ Jou thought as he look at the room.

The walls were installed with dozens of scene, cameras, computers, metal. There was a black and silver steal desk in the middle of the room, a few feet were two ebony chairs, and on the side of the wall was a black and dark blue couch. The room was decorated with dark metallic color walls and rugs.

But Jou was too awed with the types of technology that was around the dark, metal room. There were machines, old and new. Things that aren’t made anymore, some new that hasn’t been out yet, and what caught his attention the most were the little statues of metal Duel Monster dragon.

“Quit your drooling, Mutt, before you slip on it.” Kaiba mocked, watching Jou go dumb looking at the room.

Hearing his voice, Jou mentally hit himself for letting his guard down in front of him.

“I’m not a mutt, my name’s Jou!” he said through ground teeth.

Kaiba just watch him for a moment longer then calmly walk back behind the desk. Then he sat on the big chair and linked his fingers, elbows on the gleaming metal surface. Jou bit back at the rude comments he was about to make and sit down before his legs give away from looking at his sexy manager.

After a moment of awkward staring in silence, Jou shift in his seat and guess he was the to break the silence first.

“...So, wat do ya want?” he said, his Brooklyn accent lace with light annoyance.

Deciding that he unnerve the blonde already, he start his plan.

“I just want to get some more information.” he said.

Jou looked panicked for a second but covered it with stubbornness. “Wat kinda info?”

Kaiba narrowed his eyes deeper as he try to crack Jou’s defense with his stare. Jou just stared back at his with the fierce ember brown eyes, messaging to Kaiba that he will not break.

“Employee personal information.” he answered.

Jou turned all defensive when he heard it, warning alarms ring in his head, his hands grip the arms of the chair, tensed his body, his eyes harden. He has suspected that one of them might be caught but he didn’t think it was be this soon or him.

‘I’ll just stun and shock him with my watch if he makes a move on me.’ he planned and flexed his right hand to swing to his watch if he attacks.

“Really? Why?” Jou ask in a neutral tone.

Kaiba didn’t look like he notice the guard look on Jou’s face, but he does, even the hand flexing.

“We want to keep this club clean of unwanted guests and strangers.” he started to explain. “We also don’t want to have any...problem.”

Hearing the way he said ‘problem’, Jou narrowed his eyes.

‘C’mon. Go ahead and say it. Say anything that has to do with spying, Hikaris, and killing us.’ Jou urged mentally.

“And I do recall you mentioning once,” he said.

‘Getting close.’ Jou lifted his arms slight on the arms of the chair, getting ready to move to his watch.

“That you needed money because,”

‘Here it comes!’ he tap his legs on the floor to jump at him.

“You have a drunk father.”

Jou’s attack with jump at him came to s halting screech and he fell off the chair.

“WHAT?!” he yelled incredulously.

Kaiba blinked in amusement as he stare down at the Jou who was sprawled on the rug floor, shocked. He had expected a reaction, but he didn’t imaging it would be like this. It was almost funny, and cute. The muscle on the corner of his hard lips started to twitch but he pushed it down.

“You know, you look good there on the floor.” he commented front he desk, letting a smug grin on fell on his lips. “Tight where you belong, at his master’s feet.”

Jou jumped up so fast, he planted his hands flat on the desk, his face leaned close to Kaiba’s who didn’t flinched.

“I ain’t no dog.” he said each word menacingly, each word held amounts of rage. “An’ I hav NO MASTER!”

Hard sapphire eyes met with fiery, challenging, amber eyes. They hold each other’s stares for a while longer before Kaiba gave him a slow, sneaky smile that has Jou looking wary.

“We’ll see about that.” he promised.

With a grunt Jou stepped back from the desk and settle back to the his seat, holding a hand to his forehead, lifting his fireman hat over his eyes.

“Jus tell me wat da hell ya want so I can get bac ta work, Kaiba.” he grumbled, irritated, but inside he was unnerved as Hell and want to get away from the sexy Manager.

The young CEO nodded in agreement and open the drawer to pull out a familiar form. Jou’s test form.

“You explain that your father is a drunk and you wanted a job because he can’t support you.” he read off the list he made then turning his eyes on Jou. “That is correct?”

Jou frowned and didn’t meet his eyes, instead crossed his arms and look as if he was lost in his own mind. “Yeah, so wat? Otha guys hafta get work younger dan me cause we got lousy parents. Wat is dis for anyway, Kaiba? ”

“Like I said, personal information. I want to know everything of my employees to make sure they don’t screw me over.” he said in a business tone.

Jou concentrated on a small metal figure of a BEWD (ya know), still not meeting the blue eyes..

“Still wat does dat gotta do wit me? I already told ya everythin bout me. Wat else is dere ta know?” JOu said, his voice annoyed but Kaiba heard a faint tone of fear.

“True, but there is one thing I don’t know.” he said.

“So ask.”

That’s when Kaiba got up from his seat and silently walk up to Jou. The blonde only noticed the brunette when he sensed the other’s presence next to him. When he turn his head to look u[, he jumped in his seat when he was faced with his Manager.

“Ah!” he gasp and try to pull out of the chair but the CEO already trapped him in.

“Tell me,” he ask. “why don’t you let people call you by your first name? Why not, Katsuya?”

Jou’s eyes widen as fear and rage swirls around in them and he shiver with rage. Or was it fear?

“Well?” Kaiba probed.

“D-Dat’s none of yer business!” he stuttered.

“Correction, Katsuya, it is.” he breath in his face. “A Master has to know his dog.”

With his last temper snapping, Jou growled and grab Kaiba’s bare arms, attempting to shove the older teen off him but found his arms clamped by another pair of hands and was brought closer to Kaiba’s body.

“Hey! Leggo of me!” Jou yelled as he struggle to free his arms and away from the brunette

But his struggle was fruitless and it just brought his body closer to Kaiba’s.

Tightening his hold on Jou more, making him wince in the light pain, he said close to the blonde’s lips, “I’m your Master. Say it.”

Jou just struggled harder shaking his head. “I hav NO Master! An it sur ain’t you!”

“We’ll see, Puppy.” and crushed his mouth with his.

Jou froze in shock from the kiss and stilled his body as Kaiba try to probe through his mouth. When Jou wasn’t responding to his command, Kaiba growled in annoyance.

“Open, Puppy.” he ordered.

Jou just shook his head and shut his eyes. Angry, Kaiba bent his head down again and bit on Jou’s bottom lip, making his shrieked, and Kaiba took the opportunity to take control. Plunging his tongue into the mouth, he tasted the wet canal, every flavor until the taste was locked into his system.

Jou try to bite his tongue but as the kiss deepens, he found part of himself not wanting to cut off the wet tongue, but to taste it too.

Jerking his head away with some effort, Jou panted, his face flushed with desire. When Jou opened his eyes, they burn with raw need and some fear.

“No. No! I can’t. Stop.” he gasp when he felt the brunette moving his kisses to his throat. “Stop, Seto.”

“Call me Master.” he ordered to his throat, adding little bite marks on it.

Jou cried out lightly as a tremor jolted his body, crying out to be touched. Jou was so caught up in a pleasurable dazed that he didn’t notice that Kaiba has stripped him of his baggy pants, leaving him naked with a his fireman hat with the small daomation.

Stepping back, Kaiba carried the dazed, nude blonde to the couch and dropped him on it, look over his body. When Jou felt the deep blue eyes over his body, Jou sheepishly try to cover his body. Kaiba growled again and moved his hands away when he saw him doing that.

Then he stopped when he saw Jou covering his left hip the most. When he carefully pried the hand away from the spot, his eyes widened with shock to see a deep, long white scar on it. Lifting his eyes back to the blonde’s face, he see that it was turned away to the cushions and his soft amber eyes with glistening with tears.

“He did this didn’t he?” he asked quietly.

Jou did say anything, just nodded, biting his lips as he wait for the humiliation hits him. But when it didn’t, Jou slowly open his eyes to see the CEO staring at him, not with disgust or humor but with hard understanding and some anger.

“You should have told me, Pup.” Kaiba whispered and lightly touched the scar.

Jou sucked in his breath, trying to control the pleasure he was experiencing from the other’s touch and prayed that his manhood wasn’t sticking out like a pole.

“I-It isn’t a-any of y-your d-damn business, Kai-ah!” he cried out in surprise again when he felt the brunette planting a kiss to the scar. “Wat da hell ar you doing?!”

“It is my business when something like this happens to what belongs to me.” he said and kiss the shite flesh again.

Jou groaned through clinched teeth and grab a fist full of chestnut brown hair, lifting it till he meet with the sapphire eyes.

“I. Do. Not. Belong. To. YOU!” he parted each word.

Kaiba curve his lips to a amused smirk and slip back up on Jou’s body, crushing him to the couch. “yet.”

And kissed his nard again, his other hand lifting his bare thigh over the back of the couch and grab to his throbbing manhood. Jou groan and moaned into the kiss as all his common sense left his head and desire takes it place.

Jou tighten his hold to the hair, pulling him closer, demanding more of the kiss while Kaiba slowly pump him at the same time. The blonde Hikari cried out, thrusting his hips to the hand, some moister leaking out from the tip. The fingers dip and swirl around the white fluid, damping the fingers.

When Kaiba think they’re lubricate enough, he trailed them lower to his opening and started probing a finger in. Jou hissed in pain at the finger but Kaiba started kissing his nipples till they puckered, distracting him from the pain.

Loosening the virgin hole, he slowly added the second finger. Then the third. After a while to settle them in, Kaiba started to wiggle and pump the digits in the tight entrance, changing the pain into pleasure. When Jou was silently begging for more, Kaiba decides he’s ready.

Pulling his fingers out, Jou whine in protest, he surprised him when he flipped him on his stomach, pulling his legs up to a bending position.

“Seto!” Jou cried in surprise, not understanding the strange position.

“I’m your Master, Puppy. Remember that.” Kaiba said, his voice deep and husky.

Jou pushed himself up on his elbows and open his mouth to resort something back but was cut off by a scream as he fall back down tot he cushions. “SETO!”

Kaiba held still as he wait for the blonde to adjust to his size. When he felt him relax a little, he start to slowly pulled almost out before plunging back in and again. Jou bit his lips as he muffled his small shrieks of pain. As Kaiba continue the slow motion, Jou started to feel the pain slowly fading and the pleasure building.

“Seto. Mmm. Faster.” he moaned, lifting up on one elbow.

But the older teen ignored his plea and continue the slow action. Jou growled and try to push his hips to quicken the pace, Kaiba grab onto his hips from bucking, frustration Jou even more.

“Seto.” he groaned.

“Wrong, Pup. Just admit it.” Kaiba taunt him by swirling his hips.

Jou thought his mind will just explode right then and there. Clawing his hands on the dark fabric of the couch his grinded his teeth as he swallow his pride.

“master.” he said in a low whisper.

“What was that?” Jou said in a mocking tone, slowing the pace even more.

“Master.” he growled a little louder.

“I can’t hear you.” and started to withdrew.

“I said Mas-TER!” he yelled as Kaiba started slamming him into him at a quick pace. “Ah! Yes..Mmm...Mas..ter! Faster! Harder! Ah!”

Seto oblige by grinding harder into the ass until their bones touch, moving in an abnormal speed of a human and tug back on the blonde’s hair.

Crying out from the pain and pleasure from his hair, Jou continue to cry out as his lover continue to slam into him. Grabbing his arousal, Kaiba gripped it tightly and start pumping it as the same.

When Jou thinks he couldn’t hold on any longer, he climaxed, spilling his seeds on the couch and in Kaiba’s hand.

“MASTER SETO!” he howled and slowly fell limp.

Seto followed and released inside him. Groaning, he slide on top of Jou, who was still panting hard. Turning Jou on his back, he lift his fingers to the blonde’s swollen lips and dipped a semen covered finger into his mouth. Jou lightly suck on the finger, tasting himself, then drowsily open his eyes.

“Who’s your Master?”

“....Azure.”

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“Heh heh heh. I wonder what Yami’s gonna say when he saw me danced.” Yugi giggled excitedly as he skip in the room.

He has been imaging about how astonish Yami will look like after he seen him dance like that.

‘Bet he’s surprise to see me dirty dancing.’ Yugi fell into another fit of giggles as he thought about it about again. ‘He he, That’ll show him who can’t dance.’

Stepping into the room , Yugi prance inside humming the YMCA tune, not noticing the amused crimson eyes that watch him.

“Y-M-C-A. La la la la la. Y-M-C-A. Man, I gotta tell Jou to download that song for me.” Yugi said cheerfully as he hum the tune.

“So, you like that song, did you? You are looking the part quite nicely.” a deep, amused voice said from behind him.

“Yami!” Yugi ranged brightly as he turned and smiled brightly at the darker twin. “There you are. Where were you.”

“Just checking on some late entrance.” he fibbed smoothly and smiled back to the adorable cop. “You seem to know your songs and the dance to it well.”

Then Yugi laughed and scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

“Actually I never heard the song before and I was actually winging it. I was lucky it worked out.” he admitted, blushing slightly.

Yami raised an impresses brow as he watch the cute little teen flustered. “Not back for a first try. That would mean you didn’t know of the song?”

He shook his head and said, “Nope. Not a thing.” Then a thought hit his mind. “Is that why you suggested the Bosses to pick out these costumes for us?”

Yami could help but smirked at the question. “You could say that’s somewhere between the lines.”

Then Yugi jumped.

“Cool! I was wondering why were dressed like this and now that you told me I understand.” he cheered and look down at his uniform. “Is there really a cop in it?”

Yami chuckled at his naiveté and motion his hand for Yugi to follow. “Come, we’ll go somewhere more comfortable to talk.”

Nodding, Yugi followed next to Yami through the second hallway, peering at the art works on the wall with pictures of Ancient Egypt and mystical creatures.

They chatted as they made it to a large two large iron doors.

“Ooh. Wow.” Yugi gaze at the door. “Cool.”

The door was made of iron and was decorated with hieroglyphics around it.

“Nice, huh?” Yami said with a grin and push the doors. “It’s better inside.”

As he pushed the doors, Yugi was greeted with a flash of gold light. When his eyes adjusted to the blinding light, Yugi’s violet eyes widen even more as he looked at the room.

“Wow. You’re right. It is much better inside.” he breath.

Inside the room was carpeted with red rugs, deep red and gold silk laced up to the ceiling to the large round bed full of wide, shaped, pillows. On the other side was a round dug that’s similar to Marik’s room but instead of sand, were dozens of pillows and a crimson couch around the circle and a table on the center. They walls continue to show rows of Egyptian art.

“This is amazing.” Yugi said as he slowly stepped in.

“Isn’t it?” Yami asked, watching him from behind as he quietly shut the doors.

Yugi nodded absently, his wide eyes filled with wonder. “Uh-huh. It’s like a chunk of a harem as a room. But I only seen picture of them. Grandpa and the others never let me read about them.”

“Why is that?”

“They said I’m not old enough for those type of books.” Yugi said with a pout.

“Are you?” he questioned as he walk to the ditch of pillows.

“I should be! I’m 16 years old for Pete’s sake.” he said haughty and looked at Yami as he step in the hole.

Yami patted the seat next to him and said to Yugi, “Come in and relax Yugi.”

Yugi rushed to him but stopped at the edge of the ditch. He looked at the pool of pillows then at Yami who was staring at him, bemused.

“Yami,” he started to ask, holding an innocent finger by his mouth. “Can I do something, please?”

The older didn’t know what the cute, cop-clad teen was planning but he could say no to that baby face. Leaning back on the edge, his arms wide, Yami shrugged and nod.

Yugi smiled brightly and look back down, searching for the best spot, when he found it, he jumped up and aim to it.

“Whee!” he yelled as he landed into the piles of pillows.

Yami gasp and looked around.

“Yugi? Yugi!” he called out, alarmed. “Where are you?”

A small silence with hovered in the room before a faint sound of giggling was heard near. Sharpening his keen ears to follow the sound, Yami walked a few feet and moved a pillow. Then Yugi popped out from under the pillows.

“Yay! Do it again!” he cheered like a little boy, with his arms in the air, his face bright and happy.

Yami could help but laugh aloud at the cuteness of him and grab his arm before he try it again.

“Not so fast, Yugi. I think we should have out little discussion first.” Yami suggest, tugging Yugi with him as he slide to a sitting position.

“Ok.” Yugi said, a bit disappointed but cheery. “So, what do you want to talk about?”

“I want to discuss to you about your dancing earlier.”

Remembering what he wanted earlier, Yugi smiled his most smug smile, which was just a bright smile that’s a few notches brighter.

“And what did you think? I told you I can dance and I just proved it. Ha.” he bragged.

“You have indeed.” Yami agreed, liking the little one’s smile. “Though it was not as good as you’re first dance, it was satisfying.”

“What do you mean good? We were great.” Yugi pouted again.

“Yes. I remembered you said that you and your friend took lessons in dancing?” ask Yami, who’s curious.

“Oh, yeah, like I said before, Me and Ryou both signed up for special dance classes a few months ago.” Yugi explained.

“Really? What kind of dancing were you two studying?”

“Lambada!”

Yami’s brow raised an inch in surprise. “Really now? may I ask why?”

Yugi giggled as he remembered how they got into the dance. “You see, we started getting interested in it after watching this old movie, I think it’s called ‘Dirty Dancing’ around the 90s. We were both amazed with the dance the two characters did and want to try it out. We heard that was a way to save the rain forest. But when we took the lessons, which was very hard, we found out that the whole forest thing wasn’t true so we were a kinda bummed out about it but we still got to learn how to dance.”

He laughed again. “We were called the Dancing Summers. Kooky, huh?”

Yami just chuckled and said, “Not really. I think the name really suit you two when you danced. Because you were very hot.”

Yugi blushed at the compliment.

“I didn’t think we were that special.” he said bashfully.

“Yes, you were.” Yami protest and scooted closer to the younger teen. He lifted his finger to under his chin and turn to face him. “You were very, very sexy, my little policeman.”

Yugi blushed even deeper but there were sparkles in his eyes. “Do. Do you really think so?”

“Yes. Now I want to discuss about last night’s interview.”

Yugi averted his eyes, a shamed. “Yami, I already told you, I can’t remember.”

“Then maybe I should help refresh your memory.”

“How?”

Suddenly he pulled Yugi’s mouth to his , and kissed him. He started gentle first, slowly getting Yugi to responded to the kiss after his moment of surprise. When he felt Yugi’s lips softening under his, he moved more boldly, pulling Yugi onto his lap.

Yugi gasp at the action but moan softly when he felt his comfort to the position.

“Yami. I feel strange.” he gasp in a soft voice. “What’s wrong with me? Am I sick?”

Yami chuckled low in his chest and trail light kisses to his throat. “No, little one. You’re just aroused.”

“Oh, is that bad? How do I stop it?” he ask, lost in the moment.

Thinking quickly, Yami slowly smirk as a wicked idea was formed in his head.

“If you want it to stop, I’ll be happy to assist.” he offered.

Still not understanding what’s going around, Yugi nodded. “Ok. Would you, please?”

“It’ll be my pleasure. First I think it’s better if we moved to the bed.” he suggested.

“Ok, if you say so.”

Yugi was about to stand up to walk but gasp when Yami stood up first and carried him with him.

“Yami!” Yugi gasp and instantly wrapped his legs tightly around Yami’s waist.

“This is much better.” Yami said, his voice a little thick.

“Yami? Are you alright?” Yugi asked worried, his body still feeling all hot.

“I will be soon.” he answered and approach the bed, spreading Yugi over the deep red sheets.

Not understanding what to do next, Yugi asked, “Now what?”

“We’ll start by taking your shirt off so you can have some air.” Yami said and slowly lowered the zipper to his leather vest.

Shrugging out of the leather, Yugi awaits for his nest task.

“Now your pants.”

Yugi froze. “M-My p-pants? Why?”

“So your body can be evenly temperature.” Yami lied smoothly.

“O-Ok, But...” Yugi trailed off, Look embarrassed.

“What is it, Yugi?” Yami ask.

Still keeping his eyes off, Yugi couched and whispered something he could hear.

“What was that?” he asked again.

Yugi motion his hand for Yami to come closer and whispered into his ear, “I don’t have anything under.”

Yami laughed as Yugi blushed red again.

“It’s alright, little one. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Yami said soothingly.

“But you’ll see me...You know. naked.” he covered his face.

Yami smiled reassuringly at him. “Would it make it better for you if you stripped under the covers?”

Yugi thought about it for a moment then nodded. Turning around, he crawled under the covers, but not before giving Yami a peak of his little, cute ass. When he’s under the sheet , he popped his head out and pulled out his leather pants.

“Good.” Yami nodded and tossed the clothes aside. “Now I want you to lie down as I work, alright?”

“Is this gonna hurt?” he whispered, clenching on the silk sheet.

Yami shook his head. “No. Of course not.”

“Ok.” he nodded and force himself to relax.

Yami smiled at the young one’s effort then slid up next to him. “Close your eyes and relax.”

Shutting his eyes, Yugi took a couple of breathes and follow his instructions. “Ok.”

Slowly, Yami closed his mouth around Yugi’s and slowly and thoroughly kissed him. He didn’t stop until he had the teen breathless and hungry for more. At the same time, while his mouth works on his mouth, his hands did a little exploring of their own.

Touching Yugi’s bare chest, Yami rubbed the smooth flesh, gentle soothing the skin, making Yugi purr like a kitten. Then he circle his nipple with his fingers and tug it slightly.

Yugi gasp and opened his eyes. “Yami!”

“Shh. It’s alright. Did it hurt?”

He shook his head. “No. Not really. It kinda felt nice. Can you do it again?”

Smirking, Yami lowered his head to his chest and took a nipple to his mouth, teasing the mouth with his hand. Yugi gasp in confusion but then moan at the strange pleasure he was feeling.

“Mmm. Y-Yami. Please.” he plead softly, laying down, closing his eyes again.

Carefully, Yami bit on the pink bud and lightly blew on it, earning a cry from Yugi. While his mouth and hand was busy, Yami used his free hand to down in deeper until he reach a lump.

When he covered his palm over it, Yugi gasp aloud in surprise, he was so surprised he sat up bolt right.

“Yami!” Yugi cried in desperation and embarrassment.

“It’s alright. Relax.” Yami cooed against the skin.

“I don’t. know if I can.” Yugi gasp, his pitch turning high as he felt himself grow harder by the touch.

“It’s alright.” Yami said again, slowly stroking the thin silk that’s over his length.

Yugi just continue to moan and mewl as Yami burn his body more with need that it’s near hurting.

“Yami please!” he begged in a strain voice.

“Please what?” Yami ask.

“I don’t know! Please do something!” he cried.

Moving up and giving him a light kiss, Yami reached under a pillow and pulled out a tube of lube. Twisting the cap single-handedly, he smear some on his finger.

“Yugi, you have to trust me when I say I’m going to help you, ok?” he said softy in his ear a he gently tug the cover off of his fingers.

After a moment of hesitation, Yugi nodded and let go of the fabric. “I-I trust you, Yami.”

“Good, now relax.” he said, pulled the sheet away, kissing Yugi to distract him from his finger that was reaching to his virgin hole.

Slowly, he carefully press one finger in. Yugi flinch and made a same crying sound but Yami kissed his lips again.

“Shh. It’s alright. Just relax.”

“I don’t know. Ah.” he winced a little.

Then Yami moved to kiss and tease his chest again and slowly moved down from his stomach to his thighs till he reached to what he was searching for.

“Y-Yami?” Yugi call out, his voice weary.

“It’s alright. Trust me.” he said and lowed his mouth over Yugi’s length.

“YAMI!” he screamed out and buck his hips up unconsciously.

While he suck on Yugi’s length, Yami slowly continue to prepare him and added another finger and another, until he has three fingers in and slowly stoke him.

“Mmm. Yami! Ah. What are you, oh, doing. Aah to me?” Yugi manage to say through moans.

“Helping you.” he said and went back to work on his arousal.

“Ahh.”

After a few more stokes, Yami felt Yugi starting to tighten and quickly removed his finger and mouth. Yugi groan with protest.

“Yami?” he said uncertainly.

“It’s alright.” he repeated, stripping off his silk pants, and added more lube on his own hard on.
“Yugi, Yugi, listen. This might hurt a bit if you don’t relax.”

“Yami?”

Then Yami position himself between Yugi’s opened legs and slowly as he ever can, enters his tight entrance.

Yugi’s eyes widen as the sharp pain that he’s starting to feel and pained tears glittered his eys and he cried out.

“Ah! Yami!” he yelled in pain. “Yami!”

Yami moved in until he reached the hilt and stopped. He gather the crying Yugi in arms, adjusting the young boy’s arm around his neck to his back, holding his face to his shoulders.

“Shh. Yugi. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” he whispered, kissing away his tears that leaked out.

“Yami, it hurts.” Yugi whimpered, hiding his face on his shoulders.

“I know. I‘m sorry. Just let your body get use to it a while.” Yami told him and rubbed his back soothingly.

When Yugi felt a bit more relaxed, he slowly nudge his hips to Yami giving him the signal that he’s ready.

“Yugi. Listen. If the pain is too much, just bite my shoulder has hard as you want or scratch me ok? anything.” Yami said, trying hard not to lose control and start pounding in the tight boy.

Yugi nodded and slowly moved his hips again. Yami sucked in his breath as he start moving in and out of him, in a slow pace. He hisses at the pain but felt it turning dull and the hot pressure boiling up to his stomach as he starts feeling pleasure.

“Yami!” he screamed muffled against his skin. “Move faster.”

“What?”

“Faster.” Yugi urged, getting irritated and wrapped his legs around Yami’s thighs again. “Faster.”

“No. Yugi . I can’t. If I do, I could hurt you.” he said shaking his head.

Then Yugi let out an uncharacteristic growl that he barely recognize and started clawing on his back, biting on his shoulder with his small teeth.

“Faster!” he demanded, tightening his legs.

That broke last control, then Yami was wild. Growling himself, Yami crushed Yugi’s back on the mattress, lifting his hips higher, widening it, and started pounding on him like a jackhammer.

“AH! Yes! Yes! YES! YAMI!” Yugi screamed with each thrust, his nails digging into his back, drawing blood. “YAMI!”

Then he couldn’t hold it anymore, he release all over their stomachs, his body tightening around Yami, making his shout in satisfaction and releasing inside him too.

“YUGI!” he shouted and fall on his back, dragging Yugi with him on his chest. “Yugi.”

The little Hikari waited till he catch his breath before he opened his shining eyes and stared down at Yami, who was staring intensely at his with his crimson eyes.

“Thank you, Yami. For helping me.” Yugi said, blushing.

Yami smiled up at him, reached up and touched his flushed cheek. “Anytime. Just ask me.”

After a minute, Yugi looked back down at Yami again. “Yami?”

“Yes, Yugi?”

“Can you, um, help me again?”

“.....I would love to.” he said and flip Yugi back on his back.

Yugi didn’t understand but laughed. Yami soon joined in.

“And Yami?”

“Yes?”

“Can you tell me about Harems?”

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