Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Four-Sided Triangle ❯ Countermeasures ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Four-Sided Triangle 4/6

Author: Tsutsuji

Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!

Rating: NC17 for yaoi/slash, male/male sex, whatever you call it!

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

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: The challenge continues as Yami meets Bakura's demand for oral sex, and Ryou continues to "comfort' Yugi.

Part 4

Ryou felt a cold breeze wash over him and knew it meant another shadow creature hovered near, but this time he managed to ignore it, as the taste and feel of Yugi's skin held his complete attention.

He'd been so surprised when Yugi pulled him down and let him touch him like this that he almost thought it must be some illusion, some magical image conjured by his other half in order to torture him. But the feel of Yugi's body was real, his skin was warm, soft and yet firm. He didn't stop to wonder how they had such solid bodies here when their own real bodies were elsewhere, occupied by other souls. He'd felt such realistic sensations before when Bakura sent his soul to this place, so he shouldn't be surprised.

But nothing he'd ever experienced had felt this good. Shocks of delight ran through him as he continued to explore Yugis body. He kept remembering the look in Yugi's eyes as he'd nodded, accepting Ryou's request, though he doubted Yugi realized what it was he longed to do. But at every move, Yugi only moved with him, as if welcoming him. He would do all he could to repay that generosity with the most pleasure he could devise.

Still, he reached with very tentative hands to touch Yugi's inner thigh, edging upward along the inseam of his jeans. Yugi gave a small, questioning gasp, but spread his legs a little bit to allow Ryou to continue. At the same time he rolled over a little so that his pelvis was snug up against Ryou's groin. Ryou wasn't certain this was on purpose, until he felt Yugi move against him, and realized that it wasn't Yugi's hip bone poking his leg.

"Yugi," he whispered in wonder, pressing back, and placing more eager kisses on Yugi's chest and stomach.

He didn't ask again for permission as he slid his hand between them, finding what he'd hoped to find, the swelling mound under the fabric and the slight pressure in response to his hand. His answer was the small questioning-accepting sound that Yugi made as he fit his hand around it.

Finally, he felt both brave and slightly desperate enough to pull open Yugi's pants and reach inside . Yugi gasped and bucked as the tips of Ryou's fingers found his sensitive flesh.

"Is it okay, Yugi?" Ryou asked, pausing and looking down at him.

Yugi's eyes were huge, fairly glowing in his flushed face, as he looked up at Ryou. He didn't seem to be able to answer in words, but he nodded, and to make it more clear, he reached down to undo his jeans completely and push them out of the way.

"If you want to," he added in a small voice, as Ryou watched him in delighted surprise.

"Very much," Ryou answered, smiling reassuringly. "I want to make you feel good, Yugi," he added. He ran his fingers along Yugi's rapidly growing length, delighting in the feel of the velvety warm skin and the way it jumped against his fingers. Yugi murmured wordless encouragement.

All at once, again surprising Ryou, Yugi reached up and pulled Ryou's head down for another long, deep kiss. Ryou responded by wrapping his hand around Yugi's length and softly pumping it. Yugi moaned into his mouth and wiggled under Ryou, who was now half lying over him, his longer legs wrapped around Yugi's thigh.

Ryou began to spread kisses over Yugi's face, kissing his cheeks and his eyes, down his neck and behind his ear. The fingers of his free hand combed through Yugi's spiked hair, and the smaller boy let his head fall back, eyes shut and a smile of pure bliss on his face.

Ryou kissed his way back down Yugi's neck and chest, this time going lower. At the same time he worked to push Yugi's jeans down out of the way completely, and Yugi lifted his hips off the ground to help him along.

But when Ryou's bent down far enough to blow a warm breath on his erection, Yugi gasped and almost sat up. Before he could say anything, Ryou let the tip of his tongue flick at the soft head of Yugi's cock.

It seemed that Yugi's breath stopped for a moment. Then he shuddered, Ryou hoped in pleasure. But he felt Yugi's hands on his head, gently tugging at his hair to pull his face up.

"Ryou?" he asked with a quavering voice.

"I want to, Yugi. Please?" he said, looking earnestly into the puzzled violet eyes.

Yugi seemed torn, as if he thought he should stop this but clearly didn't want to. Ryou decided to make it simple for him. He put his head back down and circled his lips around the crown of Yugi's cock, and let his tongue flick again at the tip.

Yugi moaned, falling back to the ground. He still had his hands entangled in Ryou's hair, but he didn't pull back this time. His fists clenched and he moaned again as Ryou drew more of Yugi's length into his mouth, still holding the lower length with his fist. He moved fist up and mouth down, then reversed the motion and sucked. Yugi thrashed beneath him, spreading his legs wider, encouraging Ryou to repeat the process.

It was at this point that Bakura chose to check on Ryou. He felt the spirit's presence whisper in the back of his mind. Startled, he stopped his motion but held Yugi still in his mouth.

"Ah, I see you've found a way to keep yourself and your little friend occupied during my game with the Other Yugi," Bakura thought at him.

Ryou felt his face flush with burning heat and he closed his eyes tightly, which of course did nothing to shut out Bakura's voice in his mind.

"Did you enjoy the visits from the Fled Souls? Or didn't you even notice them, while you were so intent on little Yugi?"

"They were horrible!" Ryou thought sharply. "Why did you have to send them? It's quite bad enough here without them."

"Poor little Ryou. did you tremble, like a girl at a horror movie, and jump into your boyfriend's lap for comfort?"

Ryou didn't answer. He let Yugi's cock slip out of his moth, though he still held it gently but firmly in his fist. Horrified at Bakura's accurate depiction of his reaction to the Fled Souls, he nuzzled his face against Yugi's hip as if that could hide him from his darker half.

"Oh no, my host, you mustn't stop what you're doing!'m sure Yugi will be disappointed if you stop now. Go on, my Ryou. I know how much you want to continue."

Ryou hesitated a moment. Yugi didn't seem to mind the pause in the action as he was busy catching his breath, but Ryou was afraid he might think he'd stopped because he didn't like what he was doing, and then it might be difficult to convince Yugi again that he really did want to do this.

And he did want to. So in spite of the feeling that Bakura was watching him with cynical delight, he placed his lips at the tip of Yugi's cock, kissed it gently, and then took it into his mouth again.

As Yugi's taste and scent filled his senses, and he heard the soft moans of pleasure that he was causing, he managed to forget all about Bakura. He didn't notice when the spirit's presence fell away, all but closing the link between them.

***

Bakura envisioned all too clearly the erotic sight of his pale host bent over Yugi's body, and through their mental link or his own imagination, he could almost see and feel how it felt for Ryou, how it tasted, and how much he wanted it. This did nothing to slow his own response to Yami's expertly wielded tongue and the hot pressure of Yami's mouth.

As he returned his attention to the situation at hand, he felt again the surge of lust that this position of power gave him. Yami's spiked hair tickled his belly as his head bobbed up and down. The hot mouth increased the pressure and suction for several thrusts, then let up, and then the next time increased it again even more. Bakura's breath started to come in short gasps, and he tried to push his hips against yami's face, but the other's fingers dug into the flesh around his hip bones and effectively kept him from moving. Tugging on Yami's hair didn't help much either.

He was getting close, but he wasn't going to get there under his own terms, as Yami had managed to take control of the action once again. This was not to Bakura's liking. The pressure and rhythm of Yami's mouth was almost enough, but not quite, and he realized that the damned Game King could probably keep this up indefinittely. Of course, he would let Bakura come eventually, as that was the goal of the game, or half of it. But Bakura decided that he wanted to change the rules a little, and not allow Yami to chose the moment of his climax.

So he took his own advice, and thought of Ryou as he'd just seen him, with his mouth clamped onto Yugi's cock, sucking away happily as a baby. He thought of Ryou's mouth wrapped around his own stiff erection, and of how it would feel, and how Ryou would look, kneeling there in Yami's place, his soft hair falling over his face, his eyes closed in devoted concentration.

His fist twisted in Yami's hair, but he imagined it was Ryou's soft locks wound in his fingers, and Ryou's throat convulsing around the head of his cock, and that it was Ryou eagerly swallowing every drop of his seed as it pulsed from him in searing pleasure.

He knew he was yelling, letting out loud moans torn from his depths as he came, but he didn't care. Nor did he care what sounds Yami made as he managed to pull his lips off the spurting cock. He was satisfied enough to know that the former Pharoah had to have swallowed some of his offering, even if he did end up with most of it dripping from his chin instead. It didn't matter, either, that as soon as he recovered from being taken by surprise like that, the smug smile returned to his face as he realized that half his task was done.

Bakura smiled as well, though his brain was still fogged with the force of his orgasm. He'd come harder than he could ever remember doing before, and he felt a wave of exhiliration wash over him even thought his legs trembled.

But he knew that there was still more to enjoy in this encounter. He had figured all along that the hardest part of the challenge lay ahead for Yami.

He let go of Yami's hair and, as he expected, the former Pharoah let him go at once and backed off, wiping his mouth with his arm. He looked up at Bakura, however, with a smirk in his sly crimson eyes.

"You seem to think that was all your own doing," Bakura said. "It wasn't, as it happens, and I could declare myself the winner of the challenge if I chose to."

"What do you mean?" Yami said skeptically.

"Never mind. We'll call it close enough. I'm too interested to see how you perform solo to end the game here, anyway."

The smirk didn't entirely leave Yami's face, but he glared again at Bakura at the idea of "performing solo" for an audience. He started to get to his feet, but Bakura pushed him back down, and sat down cross-legged on the ground in front of him.

He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands. He could tell that Yami was disconcerted by his stare, so naturally he kept staring, and looked pointedly at Yami's clear lack of arousal.

"Need I remind you that time is wearing on? Shall I describe the place where Yugi's soul is waiting, in case you can't imagine it for yourself?"

He laughed; of course Yami had no idea what was really going on with Yugi while he waited for the duel to end, and the worst that he could imagine might not horrify him as much as the reality would.

"Be silent!" Yami snapped at him. He held Bakura's gaze for a moment, but Bakura only quirked an eyebrow at him and waited.

Finally Yami took a deep breath as if readying himself for a plunge into cold water. He tore his eyes away from Bakura's stare, bowed his head and closed his eyes as if to focus his thoughts, or perhaps only to hide his true feelings from Bakura.

"Alright," he said quietly. "I'm ready. And I will win this game, Thief, and you will never put Yugi in danger again!"

"As you say, oh King of Games. I'm waiting to be convinced."

He settled in to watch the show as Yami began his final task.

continued in part 5.

(one orgasm down, three to go! )

Refraction 4 2 9/0/04