Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dirty Little Secret ❯ Temporary Satisfaction ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Dirty Little Secret

Author: Reyn

Rating: M for masturbation (at least in terms of this simple one-shot)

Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh. If I did, there would be a lot more romance and a lot less dueling. And Yugi would like Anzu who would like Yami who would like Yugi. And Yugi would come to his senses and like Yami and Anzu would be left in the dust. Hey! For those of you who saw the YuGiOh movie, did you notice that every time Yugi said something about `loved ones', he would be looking at his Yami? It's true! Really noticeable in the last scene! He says `friends' and looks at Joey, Tristan, and Tea, and then he says `loved ones' and looks at Yami!! (runs off squealing) Kyoote!!!

Author's Note: Bad stuff here kiddies. Like heavy, smutty bad stuff. Like nearly consented rape stuff. Basically, what I'm saying is that if I get flames, your obviously not mature/twisted enough to read this.

Chapter 1

His wild silvery-white hair.

A deep breath was taken as he slowly traced his rapidly hardening erection through his pants.

Once.

Twice.

His cruel mocking eyes.

Suddenly the pressure his fingers were providing wasn't anywhere near enough. Biting his lip to stifle his ragged breathing, he unzipped his trousers and held back a moan as his member sprang free.

His head tilted back and his eyes slipped closed as he felt the throbbing contained beneath his wrapped fingers.

Slowly his hand began to move up and down in its own attempt to relieve the building pressure.

His smirking lips.

A whimper escaped his own lips as the speed of his hand increased.

His swagger.

His other hand traced an invisible line from his inner thigh up to his hips as a low moan escaped past his lips, despite his best efforts to keep quiet.

The moan seemed to edge him on as he began to thrust into his hand.

The way he ran his finger ran along the blade of a knife before looking up, his eyes filled with cruel laughter.

His knees went weak. His hand flew forward to the wall in front of him to help keep his balance.

His breathing was coming out in harsh gasps. He was close. So close.

But it wasn't enough.

The way his tongue would run across his lips before one of his sadistic ideas was put into action.

The speed of his hand and hips increased.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he imagined that tongue on his own lips.

The ache reached an all time high right before ecstasy spiked through his groin and fiercely made its way through the rest of his body.

Unable to stop himself, he cried out in rapture. His hips continued moving of their own accord, violent spurts hitting the wall instead of the porcelain bowl, as was intended.

Coming down from this sudden high, he looked down at his hand and the bits of white liquid that had somehow clung to it.

No. It never was enough.

Cleaning up his mess, Ryou stepped out of the bathroom stall and went up to the sink. Turning on the water he splashed his face and looked up at the mirror.

Staring back at him was a more innocent version of the man he had invaded his thoughts during his little `session'.

Ryou smiled sadly. Most people would find it odd; fancying the one who looks like he could be your twin. Especially when everyone had been told he was your cousin.

But it wasn't about looks. It was about something deeper. It was about the way he was. The confidence he possessed. The way his attention would be on you and you may not even know it. How he could make you feel when he made it known that he was focusing on you for the moment.

The sadist that Ryou would never even dare to dream of becoming.

Looking away from his own reflection in disgust, Ryou grabbed a paper towel and quickly dried off his face and hands.

He stopped at the bathroom door and looked back. No matter how much he fought it, he knew he would be visiting this place again before the week was even out.

Chuckling darkly, he pushed the door open and headed out to his next class.

No. It never was enough and never would be.