Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Four-Sided Triangle ❯ Smooth Moves ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Four Sided Triangle 3/6

Author: Tsutsuji

Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!

Rating: NC17 for yaoi/slash/sexual content

Pairings: Bakura/Yami, Ryou/Yugi, implied YY/Y and B/R

Original characters: no

Type: yaoi/slash

Status: in progress

Spoilers: none

Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.

Summary: Yami has accepted Bakura's challenge to get Bakura and himself off, while Yugi and Ryou are left to comfort each other on the edge of the Shadow Realm.

Part 3

Bakura was amused at how quickly Yami no Yugi set about his task. The aggressive kiss startled and aroused him more than he would have expected, and made him very curious as to what else Yami would do in order to win the challenge.

There were two small obstacles to Yami's initial attempt to pull Bakura into a close embrace. The first was simply their difference in height. However, it didn't bother Bakura at all that the smaller King of Games had to practically stand on tiptoe in order to kiss him. The other obstacle was pair of Millennium Items that hung between them. Yami pulled back with a start as he realized the Puzzle was about to come into contact with Bakura's bare skin.

In fact, Bakura thought, the temptation of it being so close was a distraction, even though he himself had set the rules of the game which meant he couldn't take it until he won, at least not unless he wanted to risk invoking a penalty game on himself. But he didn't want Yami getting his hands on Ryou's Millennium Ring, either, so he followed Yami's example and swung the Item around on its cord so it hung at his back, safely out of the way for now. The magical pendants might still be in the way later, depending on how things developed, but for the moment they were out of sight if never completely out of mind.

That being taken care of, Yami stepped back in and pulled Bakura to him again, one hand on his chest to toy with a nipple, the other hand at his waist to hold him close. With much nipping of teeth he kissed along Bakura's jaw and down his neck and shoulders.

Bakura pulled the other's shirt up and reached under it. Yami shivered a little at the touch on his bare skin, but he didn't flinch even when Bakura's fingers found a soft little nub and tweaked it to stiffness. Soon enough the shirt was off Yami's shoulders completely. Yami took the hint to pull it off and drop it to the ground. Bakura pushed him back a little and let his eyes wander over the slim chest while Yami stood there before him, hands at his sides, glaring at him with menacing eyes.

"As I thought," Bakura said softly, "your host's body is more well developed than his height indicates. Very nice," he added, running one long finger over the smoothly muscled chest. Yami's face flushed pink but he refused to look away from Bakura's appraisal. There was a little flutter in the unsmiling face, however, as Bakura's hand dipped lower, suggestively, toward the top of Yami's black pants.

"Surprised? It feels good to be touched like this, doesn't it, after being so long a spirit without a body?"

Yami's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing in reply. Bakura guessed that he was steeling himself against pressing forward for more contact.

"You may as well try to enjoy yourself," Bakura said as his hands circled around and dipped lower again. "It might even increase your chances of winning this duel. You do remember what's at stake here, don't you?"

That got a reaction, as the straight line of Yami's lips twisted into a small snarl. As Bakura hoped, Yami was reminded that he was supposed to be doing something, not just standing there resisting his response to the touch of another's hands on his skin.

Yami moved in again, leaning against Bakura and pressing his hips upward slightly against Bakura's crotch. It felt good, and Bakura let his own pelvis rock forward to rub against the smaller body. Boldly, Yami slid his hand between them, feeling along until he found the hardening ridge under Bakura's jeans. He gave a light, teasing squeeze before pulling his hand back up to find the opening.

Bakura let him grope around down there on his own while he pulled Yami's face to his chest, encouraging more attention to his own nipples. Yami's warm tongue lapped dutifully at one, his teeth just barely grazing the sensitive flesh from time to time, while he continued to work at the opening of Bakura's jeans.

Bakura almost grew impatient enough with his fumbling to help him along, but finally Yami managed to undo the jeans and push them down just enough to slip his hand inside. Bakura couldn't help but let out a low growl as the pressure there increased. Hearing this, Yami closed his teeth on the erect nipple as his hand pressed around Bakura's restricted erection.

It was an excellent move on Yami's part. Sparks exploded in Bakura's brain from the warm pressure and sudden pain. He gasped, and for a moment he could do nothing but press himself harder into Yami's touch at both points, even though the pressure on his cock was rapidly growing painful.

Then his head cleared a little. With a small snarl of frustration he let go of his hold on Yami's head so he could use both hands to push the jeans and briefs out of the way. By also wriggling his hips he managed to get his erection into a more comfortable position under Yami's warm palm.

Yami chuckled; Bakura felt the vibration from it against his chest. He pulled Yami's head away to see the smug little smile on that formerly grim face.

"Nicely done," he rasped, as Yami's hand begain to move up and down along his length.
"But don't think you've won yet!"

He'd had every intention of enjoying himself during this little game, as it had been far too long since he'd been able to really feel and enjoy such sensations, after all. But he decided he was making it too easy for the former Pharoah.

"You've played well so far, but I'm going to dictate your next move," he said. Yami quirked an eyebrow at him. "Time to put your mouth to some better use than your usual bragging and lecturing," he continued. He took Yamis chin in his hand and tugged downward. "There, where your hand is so cleverly working at the moment. Show me how much you love the taste of it!"

As he'd expected, the smug grin became a grimace as Yami realized what he was being told to do.

"Is it really so distasteful to you? Too bad. It's what I require of you now. Did you really think your talented hands would be enough to get me off? Of course, there is another possibility. I'm sure your tight little ass would do as well, and if you're not good enough with your mouth, it may come to that!"

He loved the flash of warning and alarm that showed in the crimson eyes at that. He wondered just how far he could push Yami, how much the former Pharoah would actually do for the sake of little Yugi's safety? He might yet find the spirit's limits. The fact that Yami could think of no words to spit at him was a sign that he must already be getting close to those limits.

"Come now, I'm trying to make it easy for you! If you can't stand the thought of having me in your mouth, think of someone else. Perhaps it would help to imagine that you're giving this pleasure to your own little Yugi, instead."

The glare that comment earned almost made him laugh out loud. He was willing to bet that it meant he'd hit close to the mark with his suggestion, closer than Yami was ready to admit. He considered reminding Yami that he had another task to perform as well, as so far he'd managed to neglect the arousal of his own body, but he decided that could wait for the moment. Things were almost moving along too quickly as it was.

Still, it would add to the challenge to remind Yami of their positions in this game. He reached down and started to tug at Yami's jeans. The other glared at him but did not push his hand away.

"I want to see you as well, Yami," he said pointedly. With a muttered "very well!," Yami complied by opening his fly and pulling out his nearly flaccid cock. He flinched a little as Bakura touched it lightly, or maybe it was the way he ran his tongue over his teeth as he touched it that made Yami flinch. Bakura was intrigued to find that it was well proportioned for Yugi's size, and he guessed it would seem fairly large once it was erect - which he intened to see happen soon enough.

For the moment, his own erection demanded attention. He quickly shed his own jeans along with sneakers and socks, and stood naked in front of Yami, in all of his host body's pale glory.

Yami refused to seem intimidated by the taller teen's body or by the nearly full hardness of the long, slender cock that greeted his reluctant gaze. Bakura could tell he was trying to keep from looking at it, but his eyes kept flicking downward.

"Don't forget, all the time you hesitate, Yugi remains on the edge of the Shadows. Who knows what may come creeping out of the darkness, ready to pounce on his soul the moment you loose?"

Yami snarled, but he took the hint. He stepped close again and stood there a moment with his hands fondling Bakura's erection, looking down at it as if deciding on his strategy for dealing with it. Finally, with as much dignity as he could manage, he knelt on the ground. Bakura could feel his warm breath on the tip as Yami brought his face close. But he paused there, and a shudder ran through him right up to the tips of his tri-colored hair.

He gave a low laugh. "Just think of Yugi, if it helps," he reminded Yami.

That only got him another sharp glare. "Do not mention him again!" Yami commanded.

But the reminder worked. Yami opened his lips and drew Bakura's length into his hot, wet mouth all at once.

Another shower of sparks went off in Bakura's brain, racing up his spine from the point of contact with Yami's mouth. His fingers clenched in the spiked hair. Yami countered by gripping Bakura's hips in both hands, squeezing tight enough to leave bruises. Bakura wanted to yank Yami's head forward and ram his full length deep into that hot throat, but he held back with an effort that made him shudder. It would be better to wait and see how well Yami could do before taking matters into his own hands.

And as he'd hoped, once Yami had accepted the task, instinct or buried memories awoke and guided him, and he worked with surprising skill. His tongue and lips applied perfect pressure, and he even dared to let his teeth graze just lightly along the sensitive skin, guessing that Bakura might enjoy this. One hand wrapped firmly around the base while the other cupped a warm palm under Bakura's tightening balls.

It was as good as he'd hoped for. As good as he'd imagined when he stroked himself, teaching his host how to take pleasure from his own hands. He'd managed to teach Ryou quite a few things that the young, inexperienced teen might never have known, while he'd glimpsed a few of the boy's fantasies - and shared a few of his own. This was one of them, to see Yami no Yugi kneeling at his feet, and feel the power that came from holding him there to do just what he wanted.

It was almost too much. As Yami found a rhythm and added wet suction to his actions, Bakura realized he needed to slow things down or the game would be over too soon. While he reveled in the sight and feel of Yami servicing his need, he detached another part of his mind. It was time to check on his host in the borderland where his soul was waiting.

continued in part 4....