Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Eye Candy ❯ Chapter 3

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Eye candy

Chapter 3

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Bakura's POV

Things are starting to get out of hand. Yami's getting cuter and sexier as these damn `lessons' continue and that photo shoot contest is in 2 weeks. Since that `touch' lesson, we've covered posing, expressoins and clothing in which all three successfully gave me multiple boners that lasted long after those lessons were over. Yami is still clueless as to my true intent but that's virgins for you…

Today will hopefully be a bonerless lesson. We are just exercising so he can know how to stay fit not that I would mind if he was a little chunk-

“Bakura!”

I am shoved out of my train of thought at Yami's arrival. I glance at my watch. He's 30 minutes late.

“you're lat...” my words utterly die on my lips. He just stands there blinking cutely at my sudden silence.

He's wearing a black tank top that clings to him like white to my hair and matching tennis shorts that look like they belong on a gradeschool girl. How is it that he got all the way here without getting jumped and gangbanged or something?

“sorry. I couldn't find anything else to wear,” he shrugs as he notice my rapt attention on his outfit choice.

“so you stole it from some poor toddler? For shame Yami.” I can't help but tease him, not only to stop myself from throwing him down now but also so I can see the pout form on his face that I am oh so fond of. But I can't help but think that those shorts wouldn't look THAT good on a 5-year-old.

“whatever! Can we just get started?” he huffed.

“alright, 5 laps around the park, staring now!” I yell, getting a head start.

“WHAT?! THAT'S NEARLY 4 MILES!!!” he yells afrer me thoguh I know he had started to run. He always takes up on a challenge.

“then get moving or we'll be here all day!!”

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Yami's POV

After that run and later the gym, he finally let's me relax at his apartment. I immediatly collapse on the couch. Dispite popular belief, I'm not fat, I'm just not used to all this…working out.

“if you're tired by that then you're screwed. How are you gunnna compete if you have no stamina?” he says, leaning over me. Damn him, he barely looks tired!

“I want to be an erotic model, not a porn star.” I growl. I would throw a pillow at that smug face of his but I'm way too tired.

“but you'll need stamina to keep up witth Kaiba and from what I hear he's the all week type,” he replies, walking to the kitchen. I blush, suddenly remembering my reason for going through this hell. All for Kaiba-kun.

As I sit back up, Bakura walks back in and tosses me a Powerade. “here. This is so you won't get dehydrated.”

“can't I just have a melon juice?” I ask but down the drink anyway. It tastes like water with a hint of orange but it's okay.

“nope. No more sugary drinks, bread and no salt. That's your diet for the next couple weeks. All you can have is lean meat, fish, sushi, veggies, friut and maybe a procari sweat [1] if you're good.” He says sitting next to me, downing his own bottle of the sports drink. I gape at him.

“what?! Okay, I can understand the drinks and bread but the salt?! Why?!”

he puts the bottle down and looks at me with a lightly bemused look. “salt retains water and it is unhealthy to eat more than 200 mg of sodium a day anyway so that means no more of those ramen cups you like so much.”

“what?!”

“if you don't follow this diet, I will make you eat a whole spoonful of wasabi.” He threatens, effectively shutting me up. I can call that a death threat you know!

“fine,” I sigh, resting my back on the armrest. No point in arguing once he get's like his and besides, I know that it's probably for the best anyway.

Too late I notice him leaning over me nd before I can protest, his mouth covers mine, effectively stopping any form of protest I could make.

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normal POV

Bakura pulls back slightly until his lips are inches from Yami's, the shorter's soft breaths on his lips, making him lick his own.

“there is one more regime I have to teach you and this one requires a partner. You ready?” he asks, drawing a finger down Yami's bare leg. Tyami shivers and nods dazily.

“alright. First I draw your leg up like this and you must keep it straight. Tell me when to stop,” he instructs, gently pushing Yami's leg up as if he was making him do a mid-air chinese split. He stops when Yami whimpers a quiet “stop”

“okay, I'm going to hold this for a 20 count. Okay? Now start counting.”

“1…2…3…4.. . 5-ah!” Yami gasped as Bakura nipped at the sensitive area behind his knee.

“start over. Every time you stop, you will have to hold this position a little longer.” The albino admonished tightening his hold on Yami's leg.

“but Bakura-“

“no buts or do you want me to make it a 25-count?”

Yami swollowed hard and shook his head no. taking a deep breath, he started again. “1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8-8…&# 8221;

Bakura meanwhile kissed down the back of Yami's leg, nipping at the taunt muscles as hey quivered at his ministrations. He went lower and licked at the sweat beginning to form at Yami's inner thights.

“e-eighteen…n-n-nineteen..t..twenty,” Yami panted out, gasping in releif as Bakura released him. Bakura smirked down at his student as Yami tried to catch his breath.

“don't relax too much. We still have the other leg to do.”

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Mitzumi: he's bringing sexy back-YEP!!

Yami: will you stop SINGING!

Bakura: dirty babe….you bring your shackles baby, I'm your slaave…

Yami: oh Ra, it's contagious.

Mitzumi: shackles…hmmm…S&M next chap….

Yami: WHAT?!?!?!

Mitzumi: R&R&R!!!