Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Eye Candy ❯ Chapter 2

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Eye Candy

Chapter 2

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Yami nervously fixed up his apartment. Yesterday, the day after their `lesson' , Bakura had called and said he would be holding the next session over Yami's. Thus the cause of Yami's anxiety. He didn't know what to do other than to put a blanket he didn't mind getting stained on the floor and a coushined computer chair in front of the TV, facing away.

This alone increased his nervousness. What did Bakura have planned? What were they doing? And the big one of all was why did he agree to this?

Yami was a man of his word but this was getting increasingly uncomfortable. Yesterday, when he saw Seto on TV, he didn't get an instant boner and later that night, he dreamt of Bakura's lips instead. Was he starting to fall for his best friend?

The doorball pulled him out of his thoughts and he ran to answer it.

“trook you long eno…” Yami faded out mid sarcasm when he saw what Bakura was wearing. The albino blinked at Yami's fade-out.

Bakura was wearing a loose white button up shirt that was half unbuttoned and untucked while tight acid-washed blue jeans hung low on his hips, a single silver chain with a Diamond encrusted skull swinging at the end that stopped mid calf. The knees of the jeans were artfully torn, giving him a slight grunge look. He wore simple brown leather sandals on his feet.

“took me long enough to what?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“took you long enough to come- OVER!”

“roger that,” Bakura replied smirking at a blushing Yami as he walked past. The shorter man just closed the door, trying to fight the blush. To distract himself, he watchd Bakura set up his camera equipment.

“so we're actually taking pictures today?” he asked as Bakura fixed he lighting and the expensive Nikon camera.

“yes and no. the camera is so you can get used to it being there but it is not the main part of our lesson today. It's what you will be doing in front of the camera.” He said while he adjusted the lighting.

“and what will I be doing in front of the camera?' he asked, siting in the chair.

“oh just jacking off, nuthing important,” Bakura replied, totally ignoring Yami falling off the chai in shock.

“w-WHAT?1 what do you mean, jacking of?!”

“you know, chocking the cock, turning japanese, masterbation-“

“I know what jack off means, dammit-“

“I'm sure you do Yami.” Bakura smirked while Yami scowled at him. “ this is why we are doing this first. It's something you are familiar with and you should be comfortable doing it.”

“I am familiar with it, what guy isn't? but I never had to do it in front of a camera before,” Yami grumbled, getting back up to sit back on his chair.

“what's wrong? Size issues?” Bakura grinned while Yami glared daggers at him.

“no. I just don't think that I would be able to get it up if I knew someone was watching.”

Bakura sighed. “yuodork, how do you expect to be an erotic model if you have that kind of issue? Whatever, we'll just review the last lesson then you'll be ready.”

“what do you m-“ he was silenced by Bakura's lips and with his mouth still open, Bakura took the chance to explore him. His hands trailed down to Yami's butt and gives it a quick squeeze, drawing a breathy moan from Yami. Smirking, he slips his fingers past the waistband of Yami's jeans and briefs to stroke at theskin he finds.

Yami whimpered at Bakura pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting them before it broke.

“ready now,” Bakura asked, his voice husky as he stroked Yami's jawline. Speechless and still breathless, the man nodded.

“take off all of your clothes and sit on the chair then wait for my instructins.”

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“Touch yourself.”

Yami hesitated only momentarily before obeying. He didn't know why but the dark look in Bakura's eyes made him hotter more ready…for what he didn't know. As he trailed a hand across his body, Bakura took a couple of pictures.

“Don't be shy Yami. It's just me here…no one else…” the photographer rasped. Yami swallowed hard at the other boy's tone. It made his erection even harder and he stroked it a little faster. He bit back a moan.

“Don't be so quiet. I wan to hear you...”

Yami let out a whimper of pleasure as his hand went faster. He could barely hear the click of the camera he was so aroused. Then suddenly, a hand on his wrist stopped him. He looked up, his eyes glazed over with need.

“That's enough for today,” Bakura said, his brown eyes almost black with lust. Yami let out a whimper in protest.

“B-Bakura…”

“Oh…don't worry, I won't leave you like this,” his whispered before his mouth descended on Yami's.

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Bakura's POV

I woke up later on Yami's floor, him not there and only my boxers on.

“OH SHIT!”

Alarmed, I sat up. I didn't rape him or something, did I?

“Bakura? Are you alright?” came Yami's voice from the kitchen. I got up and hesitantly went to the small kitchen. He was sitting on the counter, dressed only in shorts, eating vanilla pudding. With his fingers. Gods how I wished I were his fingers…

“I'm fine…how about you?”

He blinked. “Why do you ask? We didn't do anything.” He replied innocently.

“Uhm…yea…where's my pants?”

“In the dryer. I kinda...messed them up so I washed them for you,” he said, blushing. Where the hell was my camera when I needed it? Hell, if I showed Kaiba a picture of him like this, the guy would cancel the whole damn contest and take Yami instead.

But I didn't want that…I wanted to have my own time with Yami before he leaves.

My depression must have shown on my face because, suddenly, Yami was really close to me looking up at me with concern.

“What's wrong Bakura,” he asked concernedly before grinning like the mini demon he was, “falling for me perhaps?”

Not falling…I already fell.

“Nope, just thinking that I need to put you on a diet,” I grin back as he pouts.

“I'm not fat!”

“Mostly, no. But apparently it all of it accumulated here,” I retort flicking at his thighs, “and here,” I finished with a smack on his butt.

As he chases me, shrieking, through the house, I laugh.

I might as well enjoy our time together…it's not going to last very long.

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Mitzumi: do a little bleep make a little bleep, get bleeped tonight! Uh-hu, get bleeped tonite!! dances

Yami: she's only getting worse and worse… sigh

Mitzumi: still dancing R&R&R!!!