Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Conflicted ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: GAH! Sorry I took soooo long! I've been done this fic for nearly two months but for some reason Mediaminer stopped working on every computer in my province *glares at Ontario people who could still access it*. Ya well, the not so cheery conclusion to Conflicted ^^

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~Chapter 3

Yami swallowed his aibou's seed hungrily. *Is there no part of him that's not perfect? * As soon as Yami released his grip from the younger one, Yugi turned onto his side and began sobbing into his legs. As he watched the little one cry, Yami couldn't help but feet a twinge of guilt. It was short lived.

Yugi couldn't stop crying. It was all just too much. *Please let this be over and done with...*

Yami's last actions had been to please Yugi, but now it was his turn. He was finally going to have what he craved most; for Yugi to be his, and his alone. But first he had to quite the boy.

Yugi continued to sob as a pair of strong arm made their way around his torso. And even though the thought that it was Yami's fault he felt so horrible played in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but be comforted by the warm entity that was holding him so close. But as Yami's hand made their way under his shirt to feel his silky skin, and he began planting small kisses on the back of his neck, he couldn't help but face the truth; it wasn't over...

Yami's hands slipped further into his shirt. His hands clasped Yugi's nipple, toying with it. Yugi quietly endured the foreplay, praying it would all be over soon. But he couldn't hold back his tears as Yami began to slip Yugi's pants of him. "Please...Yami...I don't want to do this..."

*Poor thing, he's just afraid* "Don't worry, Koi-kun, it'll only hurt for a moment."

Yugi wasn't sure what was more disturbing; the comment about hurting him, or the fact he'd called him 'love'. "Take off your shirt," Yami suddenly ordered. Yugi, startled by the sudden mood change, looked at him in surprise. And what he saw was even more frightening than Yami's harsh words. In his eyes burned a passion to succeed; a look he'd only seen when Yami duelled.

Yami mentally slapped himself for being so harsh to the young boy. But, his lust was growing out of control, and he needed release, soon. He watched hungrily, as Yugi reluctantly pulled the shirt over his head. *Oh gods! This too much!* Blinded by his lust he grabbed Yugi much too forcefully, and pinned him down in the same fashion as before.

Yugi saw his Yami's eyes cloud over with lust, and before he could realise what this meant for him, he was being forced down once more. He locked eyes with darker half. And upon realising the last shred of the boy he'd trusted was gone, he began to struggle in fear.

Yami was a bit surprised when the little one began to thrash violently. He was so stunned he nearly let the boy escape. Yugi managed to free his body, but Yami still had a firm grip on one of his arms. Within seconds he was holding the struggling hikari by both arms. Motivated by anger and lust, Yami threw the smaller boy back onto the bed. He landed harshly on his stomach. Using his weight, the taller boy pinned him. He couldn't help but harden considerably at the wonderful friction Yugi's struggling caused.

After what seemed like hours, Yugi's energy depleted, and he became still. Suddenly, it became blatantly obvious the compromising position they were in. *Too easy,* he thought, smiling. Making sure he had a firm grip on Yugi's arms, in case he got a second wind, Yami positioned himself so his throbbing member was only inches from his love's entrance. "You shouldn't have struggled, aibou. Now I can't risk letting go of you, in order to prepare you," he said in an almost sadistic tone.

Yugi's eyes widened in fear. He knew what it meant to 'prepare' someone for this type of activity. He also knew it would hurt like hell without it. Yugi wished more then anything that he could dismiss the knowledge of what was to come, but as Yami began to force his way into him, it quickly became the last thing on his mind.