Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Grown Up Nice ❯ This is NOW ( Chapter 5 )

Title: Grown Up Nice

Author: Lil Nezumi

Origins: Yu-Gi-Oh & AU

Pairing: Bakura & Mokuba

Disclaimer: Love the characters, but I don't own them. Enough said.

Warning 1: yaoi (boy/boy romance) and if you don't like it lump it and don't read this.

Warning 2: Ooops! This story includes LEMON scenes and mentions BDSM, in passing. Contains spanking scenes, probably restraints later on, nothing hard-core. Not suitable for younger audiences, if you're easily offended or homophobic heed my words and LAY OFF. I only write because I want to.

A_Note: I always wanted to do an odd pairing like this. I've seen one once, but it wasn't fluffy. I like fluffy. This might not be all that fluffy, but it may contain sweetness.

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Chapter Five: This Is Now

LEMON Scene

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This is NOW

Bakura was silently remembering the past. Mokuba was doing the same thing and he was also remembering some of the more interesting details that Bakura had explained to him.

Mokuba had even done some research since then and knew that the hard-core stuff was not for him, but he was able to use his imagination to keep things interesting for the milder stuff.

Bakura now looked into Mokuba's eyes and face, he knew he wanted the boy. He had always wanted him and now, he had to wait for the blasted dare to be over.

"Does that mean that the old punishment standards will be in effect?" he asked breathlessly waiting for the answer.

Mokuba's eyes gleamed, "Of course. But I believe that I am free to up the anti, what do you think, my pet?" his voice dipping lower at the word `pet'.

Bakura's erection twitched and pre-cum pearled at the tip. He was still immobilized by the legs and hands. His breathing stuttered and he wanted so desperately for Mokuba to kiss him. Biting his lips he wasn't sure about his next course of action.

Mokuba took the reigns stating, "You are my pet, my doll, my plaything and as my special pet you do have the right to make requests."

Bakura's eyes opened as did his mouth, but before he said anything Mokuba continued, "That does not mean it will be complied with. Now you did forget your collar in the bathroom a little while ago, so you have to be punished for that. Don't even think of requesting when you know you've been naughty."

Bakura flushed some more, shutting his mouth he had forgotten that. `How can this twerp do this to me?'

"So how should I punish you? What is it that you want the most right now?" Mokuba asked.

Without thought Bakura answered, "I want you to kiss me, arrgh. I mean...oh shit...uh never mind?" he said hoping that Mokuba would let that drop.

"That's so general," Mokuba said earning him a curious look, "there are too many places to kiss you." Bakura raised his own eyebrow in question. Mokuba just smirked, "I'll show you."

Removing his hands from the Bakura's arms he placed his hands on the top of Bakura's head and began to pet him lightly. He never deepened his touch, he kept it like and feathery, barely there. Carding a bit through the silver-white hair and back to his forehead.

Feathery light touches, brushing the eyes, cheeks, nose to the ears down the jaw, thumbs ghosting over the pinked lips that did not move for fear that the touches would stop.

Fingertips brushing up and down the arms around to the back, lower back and then to the front to his chest up to the pert nipples, teasingly added a touch of pressure and releasing it a second later.

Bakura was breathing harder as Mokuba's hands drifted to his stomach tickling the navel, ghosting further to the hips and junctures down the inner thighs, never touching anything fun.

Continuing around to the outer thighs and up the soft globes of rounded flesh splaying his hands and making his fingers' spider walk near the center of his back entrance.

Bakura was going insane, his erection was so hard and practically dripping onto the floor. Even the smallest touch on his penis would have him creaming the clothes of the person just in front him. He couldn't have that, it would be too embarrassing "P..pp..please stop?" he asked earnestly.

"Why?" Mokuba asked smirking. He knew that the Tomb Robber was going to mess his clothes and himself.

He would only stop if Bakura could get the phrase across, but he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. Hands drifted down the back of Bakura's thighs, around the front and sliding very close. "P..pp..please...hhun...I...hhunh...don't want...", his voice drifted as the hands were so close.

"Why do you want me to stop this?" Mokuba asked again, knowing that now it was too late. With two fingers under the sensitive sac and his two thumbs drawing up the underside of Bakura's erection up to the crown.

Bakura couldn't hold it anymore he released his seed into the hands that were almost cupping him, onto the clothes in front of him and to his horror partly on the face of the man in front of him. His own hands had gone to Mokuba's knees to keep him standing.

Mokuba was giving Bakura a mocking look, smirking. Bakura was released from his place between Mokuba's knees. Knowing he was free he did the first thing that came to his mind. He ran to pick up the still damp towel and rushed back. He wiped Mokuba's face and hands clean, but the clothes.

Mokuba pretending he was a little peeved, he grabbed one of Bakura's wrists and took the towel from the Tomb Robber's hands with the other. He used the towel to wipe down Bakura. The game was not over by a long shot.

Tossing the towel across the room took hold of Bakura and flipped him over his knees and onto his lap, ass in the air and he spanked the Tomb Robber, hard and fast ten times.

Bakura didn't have time to register that he was hauled over someone's lap before he felt the stinging slaps to his raise bottom. He yelped and swore at each slap he received. Tears were flowing down his face because landing a slap in the right place caused the water to flow. `Man that hurts' he thought, `what the...', and he moaned.

Mokuba had covered his fingers with a lubricant, while Bakura was concentrating on his soar rear.

Rubbing the reddened globes, he slip in one finger past the ribbed flesh, taking his time, when he heard the moan he slipped in the next finger criss-crossing and stretching. Adding a third and pumping his digits in and out he found the sweet spot.

Bakura was not used to this, but once Mokuba found the sweet spot he was done for. The fingers withdrawn suddenly and he whimpered at the loss. He was moved off Mokuba lap. He looked at Mokuba hoping that the kid was not cruel enough to leave his with a raging hard on.

Mokuba stood up and removed his soiled shirt, tossing it away. He saw that Bakura was hard again. He wasn't surprised, he felt him harden against him when he spanked the man.

Mokuba placed his hands on the Robber's shoulders and slid them down to hold the hands in his own. Taking the hands he placed them at the buttons of his pants and waited.

Bakura shivered when the hands slid down his arms, but smiled when his hands were placed on the front of Mokuba's pants. He undid the buttons slowly one at a time, sliding down with the pants the pants and boxers. He came face to face with beauty of a different sort.

Licking his lips he looked up from his crouched position and saw the raw carnal lust in the eyes of the kid he used to pick on. He blushed as he continued looking up, letting the tip of his tongue pass between his lips, he pressed it against the tip and tasted the pre-cum that had settled in the slit.

One of Mokuba's hands threaded into the Robber's hair tightening his grip, Bakura knew what was expected. Using the flat of his tongue he laved the underside of Mokuba's erection the way up to nip and suckle the tip.

Licking around the crown he was startled when Mokuba's other hand took his jaw gently and pressed it open while pressing the back of his head forward, shoving his penis down the waiting throat.

Mokuba didn't spare him a thought this time. He rammed into Bakura's throat a couple of more times, not caring if the guy was choking or not. He knew that it was all right to do this a few times before the other person panicked.

Pulling out from bruising the lips and throat he was surprised that Bakura allowed this, but looking down as the Robber looked up he saw the same lust and desire in those eyes. Bakura whimpered wanting more.

Making the Robber stand by dragging him up by his beautiful hair, he guided him towards his bed and shoved him down face forward on his elbows. Settling in behind him, re-inserted his fingers to see if he was still ready, mercilessly rubbing Bakura's sweat spot.

Kneeling behind with his lubricated dick in hand Mokuba rammed into the body under him. Holding still until the white haired devil shifted back into him, indicating him to continue.

Smirking he began to move, slowly in and out. His hands were roaming on the still reddened ass in front of him, as he pulled out he pinched the still sensitive flesh and then grab the hips and rammed back in.

Bakura yelped when he felt the pinch and groaned when the other rammed into him, nailing that spot that made his sense blaze with white-hot fire.

Mokuba continued to pinch and slap in no desirable pattern, while thrusting into the body under him, causing Bakura to shudder in a confused anticipation.

Confused because without pattern Bakura didn't know what to expect, but eventually all ended when Mokuba started to thrust faster and harder. With every action, Bakura yelled, yelped and swore to the gods living and dead.

Mokuba was so near, he reached around and began to pump Bakura's erection in one hand to get him off first. Bakura felt the hand on his rock hard dick pump a few times, matching the pace of the thrusts.

As those thrusts nailed his prostate every time, he lost and came again into those impossibly talented hands. He came groaning and growling out the name of his tormentor, "MOKUBA!" he yelled, loudly.

Letting go of the limp flesh, after milking the last drop out, Mokuba succumbed to the hot walls that were squeezing his own essences from him. He hissed out Bakura's name through his clenched teeth. A few more shuddering thrusts finished him off completely.

Pulling out he rolled off the bed. He looked down at the man lying on his bed, he said in a detached voice, "Change the sheets then join me in the shower you need to be cleaned off." Mokuba went to the bathroom and began to take his shower.

Bakura wanted nothing more than to rest. Surprisingly he wanted to be held, but he crawled out of the bed, limping he changed the sheets and made his way to the bathroom.

Stepping, uh...well limping into the bathroom he saw that a bath was drawn for him. Mokuba had already finished his showering for the second time that morning.

Mokuba looked at Bakura movements and smiled. He walked over to the shorter man and scooped him up into his arms and placed him gently into the waiting water. Kneeling by the tub he proceeded to wash the other swiftly and unteasingly.

Bakura took all this in stride, he was still confused and didn't really know how to act around the tall man. `Anubis, fits him well,' he thought, `this will be an interesting year.' Gazing at the boy now grown up into a super sexy young man. He was staring, but he couldn't help it.

Mokuba lifted him out of the water and dried him quickly, wrapping him up in a large bath towel his took Bakura back to him bed and laid him down, between the now clean sheets. Mokuba removed the towel that was around his own hips and joined him, wrapping his arms around him.

Bakura snuggled against Mokuba's chest, draping himself over the other. He lifted his face to look into those eyes once more.

Mokuba brought Bakura's face nearer to his own and lips connected briefly causing both men to sigh, contented. They were drifting back into sleep, when Mokuba heard Bakura say, "You know kid. You've grown up, nice."

Mokuba chuckled and pulled the Tomb Robber closer to him. "So did you," he whispered kissing Bakura's for head, "So did you." Both fell into an exhausted slumber.

TBC...