Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Four-Sided Triangle ❯ The Second Task, part 1 ( Chapter 5 )

Title: Four-Sided Triangle 5/6 (part 1)

Author: Tsutsuji

Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!

Rating: NC17.

Warnings: Lemon!! m/m smut! Have I made it clear enough?

Pairings: Bakura/Yami Yugi, 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: Now Yami only has to get himself off... with Bakura watching!

And as for Yugi and Ryou, who's comforting whom?

AN: This chapter got kind of long so I split it into two parts for easier reading.

Chapter 5 (part 1)

Yami still had the taste of Bakura in his mouth, and while it wasn't as unpleasant as he might have expected, it did nothing to inspire him in the task at hand. He now remembered the exact words of Bakura's challenge: "you will bring me, and yourself as well, to sexual climax." In his determination to answer Bakura's demand to service him orally, he'd nearly forgotten about the second part of that. Now, he had to find a way to bring himself to orgasm, with the critical eyes of the Spirit of the Ring upon him the whole time.

It was not going to be nearly as simple as the first part of the game had turned out to be.

In fact, he thought with a flicker of suspicion, the first part had been almost too easy. He expected much more resistance from Bakura, but instead the thief had been much more helpful than he needed to be so far. Yami began to get the feeling that there was something else going on here, some hidden meaning to this game that he had not yet realized.

But he had accepted the challenge under the conditions of a Shadow Game, so there was nothing he could do but follow through. Only by doing so would he both save Yugi and perhaps find out what Bakura was really up to, if indeed he did have a hidden motive.

He decided he might as well make it as easy on himself as Bakura would allow. He knelt up and pulled the tight black pants down, then sat back to pull them off completely, He was all too aware of Bakura's amused gaze as he unbuckled boots and belts, and struggled a little awkwardly to remove the last of his clothing.

Finally he knelt, sitting back on his heels, naked except for Yugi's studded leather collar and the Puzzle that still hung at his back. He did his best to ignore the heat of Bakura's gaze as he began to stroke himself.

His teenage body was very responsive, even if he wasn't exactly in the mood to be aroused. He knew that he might be able to reach orgasm with the most basic stimulation, but he also knew that this would probably not satisfy Bakura. He'd have to make a better show of it than that.

Yami closed his hand firmly around his growing length, and with the other hand gently squeezed his balls. His eyes fell closed as he focused on the sparks of pleasure this gave him, trying to lose himself in the sensations.

He spread his knees, allowing his hands better access - and allowing Bakura a better view as well. The slight sound of appreciation from his one-person audience was encouraging. He let his movements became more dramatic, and his cock grew harder swiftly. It felt fine in his hand, and even better when he spit into his palm to provide a slicker stroke.

Yes, it felt good. It felt good to be touched even if it was by his own hand - and even by Bakura, though he hated to admit it. His closeness of soul with Yugi was one of the finest things he'd ever experienced especially since they'd become fully aware of each other. But it had been so very long since he'd felt these sensations that he couldn't deny the need growing inside.

He would never admit it to Bakura, but he had thought of Yugi, briefly, to his own surprise, as he took the thief's cock in his mouth earlier. It had helped him get over his initial revulsion to remember that he was doing this to save Yugi's soul from the Shadow Realm.

At that moment it had flashed unexpectedly into his mind that if he had been doing to Yugi what he was doing to Bakura, he would be tender and patient, carefully and slowly bringing the young one to the peak of pleasure - a method that would surely never work for Bakura. So he had shoved this thought of Yugi aside and concentrated on how to get the greatest response from his opponent. He'd even begun to enjoy himself as he discovered what movements of tongue and lips made Bakura moan.

Now as he pleasured himself, the thought of Yugi made him pause for a moment. It suddenly occurred to him that this was, in fact, Yugi's body he was touching. He knew Yugi had sexual feelings and that his dreams woke him sometimes in a state of arousal, although he wasn't aware that his teenage partner had ever touched himself like this. Perhaps this was something else he could teach his young protégé.

That thought gave him a surprisingly strong pang of pleasure, even of longing. But he also felt a surge of guilt as he continued to manipulate his body - Yugi's body. To answer the guilt he renewed his resolve to appreciate Yugi more fully and to open up his heart to his partner, as it seemed he was still learning to do.

"You look good like that, Yami," the thief said in a low voice, breaking into his thoughts. Yami scowled at the interruption without opening his eyes to look at Bakura, but he noticed that the appreciation sounded genuine.

"So aroused, so wanton," Bakura continued, his voice growing softer and deeper. "Are you getting close yet?"

Yami opened his eyes to find Bakura's face inches from his own. He was his leaning forward, his hands on the ground by Yami's knees. His eyes were heavy-lidded, smoldering; his smile was seductive.

"Does it feel good? Is your own hand going to be enough, or do you need my help?"

Yami's brain was a little clouded by his arousal, and tone of the question confused him. It should have been sarcastic, but it wasn't. Still, he would have answered "no!" if he'd had a few more seconds. But by then Bakura's lips were touching his, and a long-fingered hand was sliding sensually up his thigh.

"Mm?" he mumbled questioningly against Bakura's lips. He was shocked as much by his own response as by Bakura's actions. The touch sent a line of liquid fire through his nerves to the base of his cock.

Yami shuddered as conflicting urges threatened to overwhelm him. To touch himself was pleasant, but to be touched by another was so much more stimulating. But this as Bakura, his enemy, the evil Spirit who had taken Yugi's soul away just to force him into this horrific game. How could he let this man's touch feel so good?

Bakura kissed him. As those firm lips softened against his, Yami couldn't help but close his eyes and sink into that kiss. Bakura's lips gently pried his open and his tongue slipped in but only to coax Yami's outward. Taking the hint, though it seemed illogical, Yami pressed the tip of his tongue between Bakura's lips and into a hot, welcoming mouth.

Bakura's other hand was on his shoulder, gently but firmly pulling him forward. The hand on his thigh nudged Yami's fingers at the root of his erection, making it dance. At the same time Bakura sucked hard on his tongue.

A startled moan escaped Yami. He invaded Bakura's mouth, demanding more. The Thief complied, sucking harder, as if in return for the action Yami had performed on him earlier.

Soon Yami was gasping for breath and had to pull away. His arousal, which had built slowly and reluctantly under his own hand, had now flared to fullness, and his cock strained against his hand.

With his face pressed against Bakura's he tried to catch his breath and regain control of himself. But he gasped again as Bakura ran his fingertip up the length of his hardness and caught the drop of fluid that had appeared at the tip.

"Why..." he breathed against Bakura's cheek.

"Mm?" Bakura responded lazily.

Yami tried to ignore the way Bakura's other hand had crept from his shoulder to the back of his neck, warm and firm there but not demanding. He took another shaking breath and tried to speak again.

"Why are you helping me? Or are you?"

"Why shouldn't I?" Bakura's smile seemed more mischievous than dangerous, and his eyes seemed clouded with lust. "It's my game. Why can't I help my opponent along if I choose to?"

Yami frowned at him.

"As I said, you look good like this," Bakura continued. "And you feel even better." His lips grazed Yami's cheek. "After so long without a touch, in the darkness...."

Yami thought he understood at last. A surprising feeling of compassion for Bakura mingled with his body's awakened desire, although underneath, his mistrust remained.

"If you wanted this, you could have asked for it in some other way," he said, gently though still a little gruffly. "You did not have to involve Yugi and your Other Self."

"It was necessary," Bakura said simply.

He forestalled Yami's question of why it was necessary by simultaneously claiming his mouth in another deep kiss and wrapping his agile fingers around Yami's cock. In a few seconds Yami had forgotten the question.

(continued in Chapter 5 part 2!)

4-sided triangle 5/6 3rd draft or so 1 9/2/04