Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Four-Sided Triangle ❯ The Second Task, part 2 ( Chapter 6 )

Title: Four-Sided Triangle 5/6 (part 2)

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 2)

"Yugi..."

Yugi had never heard his name like that before. No one had ever murmured it against his skin, kissing his name with soft lips over his collarbone, down his chest, across his stomach. He had never known his skin could be so sensitive to whispered breath.

What had happened, he wondered dizzily, staring sightlessly up at the dim sky. He'd meant to comfort his friend who seemed so vulnerable, so sad and frightened. He'd felt such a wonderful surge of affection for Ryou and pleasure in seeing his smiling eyes when he pulled him close. And then he'd felt that flush of delight, embarrassed but pleased when Ryou had revealed his hidden attraction to him.

He'd hardly guessed what it would lead to. He never expected to end up with Ryou making love to him. Because that's what it was. It must be. Nothing else could feel this good.

All of his fleeting fantasies and stray moments of arousal had only hinted at the intense pleasure he was feeling now. When Ryou first took him in his mouth, he was overwhelmed. Surprise and doubt that Ryou or anyone else would actually want to do this was washed away in that flood of sensation.

If Ryou hadn't slowed down and pulled away almost immediately he might have come in seconds. To his mixed relief and disappointment that hot suction had ceased after a few seconds... long mind bursting seconds that nearly sent him flying over the edge.

Just when Yugi's thoughts were beginning to clear back to doubtfulness, Ryou started in again, but this time slower, with more gentle lapping and less suction. This was much less intense but it made Yugi feel like he was melting somewhere deep inside.

His whole body felt so wonderfully sensitized that he could feel every strand of Ryou's soft hair in his fingers and as it fell onto his stomach as Ryou's head bobbed up and down over him. He was hardly aware of lifting his hips and helping Ryou remove the rest of his clothing out of the way, but the felt every touch of cool fingertips on his naked skin as Ryou's hands caressed his thighs and slid underneath him. Long fingers gently kneaded his ass, lifting him off the hard ground.

He shuddered as Ryou lifted his head, feeling both the loss of the hot mouth and a sense of relief. He felt that he could use a moment to catch his breath, slow his racing heart, and maybe clear his mind a little. But Ryou didn't give him much chance to think. The hot mouth was replaced by a warm, firm hand slowly pumping his stiff cock, and then he felt a hot tongue curl around his balls, lapping eagerly and dipping lower.

Yugi realized that he was squirming, making sounds he didn't even recognize as his own voice, both questioning and encouraging. He felt a brief flush of shame, and a more urgent wish that he could do something for Ryou in return. He tried to at least say Ryou's name, but all that came out was a moan.

Suddenly it was all too much, or maybe it was not enough... he needed something else, something more, but he didn't know what.

He half sat up, using his hands in Ryou's hair to slow him down. He needed to see Ryou's face, and touch him...

Ryou lifted his head. His deep brown eyes were half closed in a blissful smile which quickly changed to a look of concern.

"Please, Ryou..." Yugi managed to say.

"I'm sorry, Yugi, do you want me to stop?" he asked. Yugi was moved by another strong wave of affection by the sound of disappointment in his voice.

"No! Don't stop, but..." He saw the look of hopeful longing on Ryou's face, and suddenly knew what he needed. "Come here," he said, tugging gently at Ryou to come up and be near him.

Ryou's face was lit again by that soft smile as Yugi pulled him down on top of him, kissing him deeply and wrapping his short legs around Ryou's hips. He was happy to hear that his made Ryou sigh, and excited to feel the hardness pressing through Ryou's jeans against him.

He longed for more contact, and he wanted so much to make Ryou feel as good as he felt right now. He didn't know quite what to do, but getting Ryou's clothes out of the way seemed like part of it. He tried to slide his hand between their sweat-slick bodies.

Ryou raised himself up a little to place more kisses on Yugi's hair and face, nuzzling the damp bangs plastered to his forehead. Yugi waited with as much patience as he could manage while Ryou pushed his jeans down out of the way. Then he pulled Ryou back down between his legs and wrapped his arms around the slim body. Their voices mingled in moans as their erections slid alongside each other.

Ryou sighed into Yugi's hair. His gentle weight pinned Yugi safely to the ground and Yugi clung to him with arms and legs, touching every inch of skin he could reach. Pleased with the sounds of pleasure coming from him, Yugi flexed his hips upward, and Ryou began to thrust against him in time.

It was perfect, Yugi thought, and it could go on forever, even though he knew every thrust was bringing him closer to the edge.

But suddenly he remembered what all this pleasure had driven from his mind: there was a Shadow Game going on, and his Other Self was dueling for their lives. He felt a wave of guilt to be enjoying himself so intensely while Yami was battling the other Bakura. Then the guilt transformed into a feeling of love and appreciation for Yami no Yugi, knowing that he would be doing whatever he had to do to win his freedom.

His thoughts splintered again as Ryou's tongue flicked into his ear, sending a shuddering wave of pleasure right from that point of wet contact to the root of his cock. And then he found himself wishing he could share this pleasure with Yami.

With that stray thought he whimpered loudly. His hips bucked rapidly, and suddenly all of his pleasure and longing exploded from him in blinding waves.

***

Yami remained lost for the moment in the deep kiss. With Bakura's hand around his own pumping his erection, he had barely noticed when another hand slid around behind him. The warm palm against his ass felt good too. He let Bakura pull him up and forward, until he found himself in the taller man's lap.

Somehow Bakura managed to get his own legs under Yami's body, so he was now straddling Bakura's hips. Bakura now pulled him close with both hands, so that Yami's erection was against his firmly muscled stomach. Giving in to an urgent desire for more contact, he wrapped his legs around Bakura and pressed himself against the lean body. From this position he was able to pause for a moment to gaze down at his opponent's face.

Bakura's gaze seemed distant, his eyes shadowed by his wild mane of hair which was gleaming silver in the twilight. Then suddenly he focused on Yami again, and smiled.

"Now, Yami no Yugi," he said, "It's time for you to come for me."

Bakura's hand on Yami's ass pulled him firmly against his warm body, slick with sweat. Yami realized Bakura's half-hard cock was snugged up under him, but Bakura seemed more concerned with Yami's weeping cock as he reached between them to join Yami's hand again around it.

Yami closed his eyes and moaned aloud.

The thought of Yugi suddenly filled his mind like a flare. He imagined his partner sharply, as if he could clearly see his young, glistening body arched and shuddering in its own climax. The vision nearly stopped his breath.

Yami gave one single harsh, wordless cry before his orgasm exploded from him, spilling hotly onto his hand and Bakura's stomach. He shuddered with long, rasping breaths as the last waves of it passed through him.

He fell limply against the taller body. As his climax subsided, he struggled to capture that vision of Yugi again, but it had faded from his mind like a dream.

***

(AN: That's three out of four orgasms, if you're counting! To be concluded with the final outcome of the game and Bakura's true motivation revealed in part 6.)

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