Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Half of Three ❯ one ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: tsutsuji 
Kaiba thinks he knows what Bakura really wants, but Bakura has a plan to turn the tables on him...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.20.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Kaiba thinks he knows what Bakura really wants, but Bakura has a plan to turn the tables on him...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.20.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.5K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Half of Three (part1 of ?)
Author: Tsutsuji
Date written: started August, 2004. continued December, 2005.
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Seto/Bakura/Ryou
Type: yaoi/slash, pwp
Warnings: um, watch out for all the m/m sex.
Status: in progress
Spoilers: no
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: Sequel to "The Only Thing." Kaiba realizes he didn't collect his full "prize" in his previous encounter with Bakura so he comes to collect, but Bakura's plans for Kaiba include bringing Ryou in for a threesome. Prequel to "The Other Half."
Note: Instant Lemon!
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Half of Three, part 1
"Mind-blowing sex."
That was how Bakura described his encounter with Seto Kaiba to his lover, Ryou. Ryou couldn't argue with this description, especially since his mouth was full of Bakura's cock at the time. He simply acknowledged Bakura's statement with a little hum, which made Bakura pause breathlessly for a moment before he went into further details. Bakura nuzzled Ryou's erection and licked his thighs while he described how he'd managed to coerce Kaiba into having sex with him.
They were lying head to toe, or more precisely, mouth to crotch, only an hour or so after Bakura left Kaiba. They ended most days in some similarly erotic position for a session of lovemaking that would wear both of them out. Tonight they'd started early. In fact, they'd skipped dinner, and mere minutes after he'd arrived home, Bakura had Ryou undressed, in bed, and arranged to his liking, as if Ryou was a treat he'd been denying himself for ages.
Ryou had no personal interest in Seto Kaiba, and nothing against him either. For Ryou, anything that made Bakura happy and hard made him happy and hard as well. Bakura described in intimate detail how he had gotten Kaiba backed against a wall with his pants down, and how Kaiba had yelled out loud and pounded the wall with his fists when Bakura took his thick cock down his throat. All the while, Ryou matched his actions to Bakura's words and sucked his lover's slender length deep and hard. Before long, Bakura began to moan Ryou's name instead of talking about Kaiba. His voice made Ryou's erection throb.
Finally Bakura gave up trying to talk and took Ryou in his mouth as well, making him moan in turn with his hot, eager tongue. Soon Ryou was writhing in his grasp and sucking at him more hungrily than ever. Ryou's moans vibrated through Bakura's sensitive cock, sending him quickly to the edge and over. Ryou pulled back a little as Bakura came so he could taste and swallow every drop until he was done.
Bakura took a few seconds to catch his breath while Ryou happily licked him clean. Then he returned the favor with interest. He held Ryou's hips still so that he could only twist his hands in the sheets, toss his head side to side, and cry out Bakura's name. Lost in the sensations, Ryou felt himself melt to the core when Bakura pulled his mouth back to his very tip and flicked at it with his tongue. He drove Ryou wild with his teasing before he took him in again, all the way, his teeth just grazing Ryou's sensitive length.
He pulled his mouth away completely for a moment. Ryou whimpered in protest, but he was soon rewarded; Bakura had only paused to lick his fingers. Then he took Ryou's length in his hot mouth again and slid one of those wet fingers up inside him at the same time.
Bakura hardly got a second finger inside him before he came, screaming against Bakura's thigh. Ryou felt him swallow around his pulsating cock, and it felt like he was being sucked right inside of Bakura. Right where he wanted to be. He yelled so loud his throat hurt.
After a moment, Bakura shifted them around on the tangled sheets. Ryou pried his eyes open to see Bakura staring into his face, looking as sleepy, spent, and pleased as Ryou felt. He smiled sleepily and settled his head on Bakura's shoulder.
"You bit me again," Bakura said casually after awhile.
He showed Ryou where his teeth had clamped onto the flesh of his inner thigh. Shocked, Ryou apologized over and over, kissing the bruise and fussing over it, but Bakura laughed.
"I enjoy your little love bites, Yadonushi," he said. "They prove you love me. And it amuses me to know that your friends have no idea what a wild thing you can be in bed!"
Ryou didn't want them to know. This wantoness was something he was still discovering in himself, something he only needed Bakura to see and know about.
"I do love you," Ryou said, wrapping arms and legs around him. "More than anything."
"I know," Bakura said, and kissed him. It was gentle at first, but Ryou started nibbling on his lip, and then he bit Ryou's. Ryou gave a little gasp as sharp teeth drew blood, but at the same time he nearly got hard again, even as drained as he was. Bakura's tongue flicked at the swollen lip, tasting blood. Ryou didn't like the taste, but somehow he liked it that Bakura did.
"I love you too, my Ryou." Bakura closed his eyes and feel asleep a moment later with Ryou's head tucked against his shoulder.
Ryou was awake a little longer, his mind drifting. He wanted to ask Bakura if he was planning to see Kaiba again. Was his curiousity satisfied by this one encounter, or would he want a more complete conquest of the unassailable young CEO of Kaiba Corp?
He thought back on the words he'd hardly heard when Bakura was saying them a few minutes ago. Bakura had described how he'd won by losing, after enticing Kaiba into a duel and saying he expected a certain sexual favor from Kaiba if he'd won. Bakura knew that Kaiba would never allow himself to lose, especially with his sexual dignity at stake. He'd gambled that when Kaiba did win, he'd be inspired to claim the same prize Bakura had said he wanted, which is exactly what he did.
Ryou realized that in Kaiba's own mind, he would believe he won completely, not only by winning the duel but by demanding Yami Bakura get down on his knees and give him the blow job afterward. Kaiba was far too traditional in his thinking to understand that being in the "bottom" position could still mean being in control. As long as he was on top, he wouldn't realize that he hadn't really won at all. The mind-blowing part for Bakura wasn't just the sex itself, it was the fact that he'd gotten Kaiba exactly where he wanted him. And that was also why he was even more eager and more loving than usual when he came back to Ryou afterward.
Ryou mulled all of this over as he drifted off to sleep, feeling delightfully sticky and warm in Bakura's arms. In the morning, when they made love again before Ryou rushed off to school, he didn't spare Seto Kaiba another thought.
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Nearly a week later, Ryou was heading for his after-school tutoring session when Kaiba himself stepped out in front of him, blocking his way in the corridor. Before he could stammer out a greeting, Kaiba went right to the point.
"I have a question for you concerning the Other Bakura," he said bluntly.
"What is it, Kaiba-san?" Ryou asked.
Kaiba's blue eyes fixed on Ryou. The unsmiling gaze made him nervous, but at the same time the intensity of those eyes gave him an idea of what had drawn Bakura to him in the first place.
"I need to know if you consider your relationship with him an exclusive arrangement," Kaiba said.
Ryou's mouth fell open. It was such a personal question, and yet it had been asked so formally, as if it was a business matter. Surprised as much at his tone as at the question, Ryou hesitated before coming up with an answer. Kaiba's eyes narrowed.
"You're aware of my recent duel with Bakura, and its outcome?" Kaiba asked shrewdly.
"Yes," Ryou answered. He briefly considered telling Kaiba that the outcome of his duel had had a positive effect on Ryou's own sex life, but thought better of it. He couldn't help smiling, though, at the memory of that night.
"I take it this doesn't bother you, then?" Kaiba asked, sounding mildly derisive.
Ryou smiled at him. There was so much Kaiba didn't understand about Bakura and himself, and he didn't feel inclined to explain it all.
"I'm honored that you found Bakura a worthy partner for your duel," he said. This was actually true in the literal sense. He knew Seto Kaiba didn't agree to duel just anyone.
Kaiba's eyes bored into Ryou. His curiousity about where this was leading let Ryou smile innocently back at him.
"Bakura is a fair duelist," Kaiba admitted. "But I assume you know I'm talking about more than just Duel Monsters."
Ryou inclined his head to indicate that he did.
"So, you'll raise no objections if I chose to 'challenge' Bakura again in the future?"
Ryou felt as if he might be asked to sign a contract agreeing to the matter. Once again he managed to hide his amusement at Kaiba's seriousness.
"Bakura is certainly free to accept any challenges he wishes to accept," he said carefully.
Kaiba gazed down at him a moment longer, looking as if he doubted the the sincerity of Ryou's words. Or perhaps he only thought Ryou was too dense to understand what he was asking.
"Hmph. Very well," he said finally. With a swirl of coattails he spun around and walked away.
Ryou watched him go in silence, then went on his own way, thinking it over. So, he thought, Kaiba was interested in another encounter with Bakura. That was unexpected. But why had Kaiba come to him first? Was he really asking permission, or just being cautious? Was this another sign of Kaiba's traditional-mindedness, or some strange sense of honor, or was it something else?
It occurred to Ryou that perhaps Kaiba had been looking for a way out. Maybe he'd been hoping Bakura's lover would object to his seeing Bakura again so that he could talk himself out of wanting what he clearly wanted.
Ryou really didn't care what Seto Kaiba wanted. But if Bakura wanted the proud CEO again, that was another matter. Through his tutoring session, he amused himself by picturing the predatory smile that would appear on Bakura's face when he told him about this unexpected conversation. Seto Kaiba had no idea what he was getting himself into, Ryou thought to himself.
But it turned out that Ryou didn't, either.
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Bakura paced around the apartment restlessly. He hated the days when Ryou stayed late for tutoring. Time seemed to crawl through the evening, and the dinner he made for himself was nowhere near as good as what Ryou could make.
He was distracting himself with a video game and watching the clock when there was a knock at the door. He answered it quickly, hoping it would be Ryou, perhaps with his arms full of groceries. Instead he found Seto Kaiba standing there, a smug grin on his face, a challenge in his eyes and in his cocky stance. Bakura leaned his hip on the doorframe, gave Kaiba a long look up and down, and smiled.
"If you want to duel me again, I'm willing, but I must warn you I intend to raise the stakes if I win this time" Bakura said easily.
"That's not what I came here for," Kaiba said. "I realized that I didn't collect my full prize after our last duel." He stepped up close to Bakura. "You held out on me. I'm here to collect in full."
Bakura felt a sharp twinge of anger at what sounded to him like an accusation. "Are you saying that I cheated you?" he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous pitch.
"If I thought you cheated on purpose I wouldn't be bothering with you at all," Kaiba said dismissively. "Surely you realize that our encounter was... incomplete. A simple oversight on your part which I'm sure you'll be willing to correct. Unless of course, you suffer from some condition which makes it impossible for you to complete the act."
This time, it was Kaiba's haughty gaze that swept down Bakura's body and back to his face. Glaring at Kaiba angrily, Bakura suddenly realized what he meant. He thought of how he'd made love with Ryou later, how eager and insistent he'd been, and how wonderfully responsive Ryou had become. All because he'd waited, bringing his arousal home to Ryou rather than letting himself climax in Kaiba's presence.
"I see," Bakura purred."You won't be satisified without this final evidence of my defeat, is that it? I assure you, I don't suffer from any such condition. But just how do you intend to collect this evidence?"
Kaiba smirked and shoved past Bakura into the apartment. "I'm sure you won't make it too difficult. After all, I did win the right to take this payment from you." He paced once around the open space of the rooms, taking it all in while Bakura stood in the center of the room, watching him with amusement. Kaiba swept around him and then suddenly came up from behind and stood close.
"I've developed an interesting theory about you, Bakura," he said. "I know you enjoy an intimate relationship with Ryou, but I also know you are free to indulge in other pursuits beyond that relationship."
Bakura wondered just how Kaiba had figured all of this out. He waited, curious to hear what Kaiba was thinking.
"I wondered why you came to challenge me in particular," Kaiba went on, "and then I realized, it's quite simple. There's something you can get from me that you can't get from Ryou, isn't there?"
His arms snaked around Bakura from behind, pulling him back. "Ryou is a sweet young man and very attractive, but is that enough for you? I think you challenged me, knowing you couldn't win, because this is what you wanted all along. Isn't it?"
He twisted his fingers through Bakura's long white hair and pulled his head to the side. His other hand held Bakura's hips back against his body. Slowly this hand started to slide lower. At the same time he nudged Bakura's feet apart a little with his own, and slide his leg in between Bakura's.
Bakura's reaction to Kaiba's theory was a mixture of anger, arousal, and amusement. The arrogant bastard was so completely sure of himself, and so completely wrong! But Bakura hid his own reactions and waited.
"Is that what you think?" he said quietly to Kaiba, whose face was now next to his.
"It's exactly what I think." His voice was a seductive growl in Bakura's ear. "You crave a firmer hand to lead you. That's why you came to me in the first place. And I'm willing to accomodate you."
Bakura tensed slightly against Kaiba's grip, but didn't try to push him off. He'd been willing enough to go along with the idea that he "owed" Kaiba an orgasm, but this opened up whole new possibilities that he'd never considered. Clearly, the tense CEO was interested in more than a simple rematch. However, he had to consider Ryou in whatever he agreed to do.
"You entirely misread the cards if you think I am in any way unsatisfied in my relationship with Ryou," he said. "You have no idea of the bond that exists between us. On the other hand, I admit that your assertiveness is appealing in a different way."
Actually, Kaiba's sudden sexual aggression was highly amusing. Bakura was willing to bet he'd never made the move on anyone like this before, yet he took it for granted that the attitude that worked so well for him in the business world would get him what he wanted here as well. He felt a wave of desire to break through that arrogant, supposedly unbeatable demeaner and to show Seto Kaiba that you don't always get what you want just because you expect it.
But before he turned around and showed Kaiba what real sexual aggression could be, it occured to him that with a little patience, he could bring Kaiba down in such a way that he might never even realized how thoroughly he'd been defeated. For that, he would require Ryou's assistance.
Kaiba's hand nudged inside of Bakura's jeans. Smiling, Bakura allowed himself to find the invasion arousing, as was the hot breath on his exposed neck.
"I think it's time to stop this game," Kaiba said, not stopping his actions at all, "and admit that this is what you wanted all along."
"All right," Bakura said. "I will admit that I expected to lose that duel, but I must also remind you that it was you who came in search of me today."
"I don't deny it." Kaiba said, his voice thick with lust, as he pulled Bakura's face around to claim his mouth in a demanding kiss.
The kiss ended abruptly when Kaiba pulled Bakura's head back to look at him. Kaiba pressed his hips against Bakura's, sliding up and down slightly so that Bakura could feel his swelling erection through the seat of his jeans. He smiled into Bakura's face, his eyes gleaming like ice.
"There's still something you owe me," Kaiba growled, his fingers reaching further into Bakura's pants, though they were too tight for him to reach his goal. "You'll give me this, come for me, *and* you'll blow me again as well, because you're so good at it. And you'll enjoy it. Won't you?"
Bakura felt a brief surge of irritation at Kaiba's arrogance, but again he let it pass, replacing it with a thought of desire for Ryou.
"I'll do as you say," he said to Kaiba, but in his thoughts he said /I'll suck you off and I'll come for you, Seto Kaiba, but the only way I'll enjoy it is with Ryou here as well./
That meant he had to keep Kaiba busy until Ryou came home from his tutoring session. He glanced at the clock once again, but this time he smiled. He reached back and put his hand on Kaiba's leg, then rolled his hips so that he rubbed against Kaiba's erection.
"My 'landlord' is away this evening; we'll be alone here for some time. How do you wish to begin, oh Master of Duels?" he asked.
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Seto Kaiba thought it was almost too easy. A thief, a liar and a schemer; he would have known Bakura was all of these things even without his reputation and the history Kaiba wanted to forget. His smile was too easy, his eyes were too direct when they gazed back after Kaiba kissed him breathless.
Either he had some scheme of his own in mind, or he was delibrately challenging Kaiba to take him down. It was like any other game, Kaiba told himself; a challenge he couldn't resist, and one he knew he could win. Up until now, sex had merely been a sort of necessary pleasure, not much more than a distraction from the more important things in his life. This made it exciting.
Even so, he expected Bakura to try to play some trick that would bend the rules in his favor. The thief was not quite as compliant as he'd been after losing the duel, but whenever he made a direct move, Kaiba countered him with a move of his own or a verbal direction. Bakura began to unbutton Kaiba's shirt, but Kaiba grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away.
"No. You'll strip for me first," he said, pushing Bakura forward. "You won't hide anything from me this time."
Bakura chuckled. "Well, if you wished to look at me, you could have said so the other day," he added teasingly.
Kaiba scowled. "That's not the point," he said.
He let go of the captured wrists. Bakura took another step away from him, then stopped to pull his shirt off over his head. His back muscles rippled. His hips were cocked at a jaunty angle as he tossed the shirt aside.
Bakura looked back over his shoulder and grinned when he saw Kaiba eyeing him. Then he raised his eyes and looked past Kaiba.
"I could go on here, but the neighbors might begin to take an interest," Bakura said.
Kaiba glanced around. The apartment was on the corner with windows across two walls. Curtains were not drawn and he could see it was nearly dark outside, making their reflections appear in the glass. More importantly, with the lights on in the room, anyone outside could see in easily.
"Well?" he said, turning back to Bakura. "Pull the shades, then."
"I have a better idea," Bakura said. "There is a den," he nodded his head toward a door at the side of the room. "I think it will be much more intimate for us to continue there."
"Fine," Kaiba said shortly.
The first thing he saw on entering the den was a long, low, plush sofa. There were low tables, shelves holding Egyptian artifacts, a desk that looked unused, and a small case displaying several fine, rare Duel Monsters cards. Bakura swung the door closed behind them, and then brushed past him toward the sofa.
"You can make yourself more comfortable this time," Bakura said. "You won't want to be standing up, I assure you."
"Hmph," Kaiba said skeptically. He walked over and stood in front of Bakura, looking down pointedly. "You're still hiding something, aren't you?"
"Not for long," Bakura said in that low, breathy voice that made Kaiba's spine tingle.
With those deft fingers, he unfastened his jeans and slowly peeled them down over his hips. He wore nothing underneath; Kaiba wondered at that for a moment, for some reason thinking of Ryou. Then he realized what he was staring at as Bakura dropped his jeans and stepped out of them.
He'd never looked at another man so directly before. He hardly noticed the shape or size of Bakura's cock, merely the fact that it was half erect already. It seemed to grow more so under the heat of his stare. He smiled at the feeling of control that gave him.
He raised his eyes and found Bakura looking at him expectantly.
"Are you going to do the honors," the thief said, "Or would you rather I do it myself while you watch?"
Kaiba smirked. He closed the space between them, pressing his clothed body against Bakura's so that his hip ground against the swelling, exposed flesh. He slipped his hand up between them and curled his fist around the hardening cock. Bakura held his gaze, but his eyelids dropped a little and his nostrils flared.
"We'll do this my way," he said. "You'll deliver this part of my prize when I'm ready for you to, and not until then."
He squeezed his hand a little. The smile on Bakura's lips stiffened with a hint of resistance, but he didn't move. That made Kaiba's cock a little harder.
"Start undressing me," he said. As soon as Bakura's hands reached up to his shirt buttons again, Kaiba pressed forward and took his mouth in a deep kiss.
Bakura managed to kiss him back, both teasing and battling his invading tongue, while he kept his hands busy getting Kaiba's tie and shirt off. The thief's fingers were not quite as clever as they had been, especially when Kaiba moved his fist around the stiffening rod he held.
Bakura finally struggled back a little to catch his breath and to give himself more room to get at the rest of Kaiba's clothes. He swallowed hard and then smiled up at Kaiba with his head lowered.
"I should have known you'd play some complicated strategy," he said. His voice was even lower and huskier than usual.
Kaiba didn't care to speak, knowing his own voice would probably reveal his own state of excitement. That would soon become obvious anyway, as Bakura's hands moved down to unfasten his trousers.
Again, he noted with pleasure that Bakura's hands were not quite as steady and patient as they had been on the previous occasion. Instead of only parting Kaiba's clothes enough to give him access, Bakura pushed the trousers down and out of the way completely, then cupped his hands around the silk-covered hardness of Kaiba's cock. Kaiba couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through his body. Bakura's finger played over the shape pressed tightly under the close-fitting silk, seeking the sensitive tip.
Kaiba caught his hand again and held it still.
"Hard for me," Bakura said softly, "But not quite ready yet? No need to rush things," he added.
He slipped his hand out of Kaiba's grip and then carefully pulled the silk briefs off. His hands fluttered across Kaiba's erection, caressed his hips and quickly brushed back and down over his ass, before returning to caress inside his thighs just below the reach of his cock.
"I'm ready to do you again, if you wish," Bakura said, "but you might want to take advantage of the sofa before I begin."
They turned together and Bakura coaxed Kaiba to sit back on the plush sofa. Bakura stood and looked down at him, but even though he was above Kaiba, he still looked vulnerable, with his naked cock bobbing half-hard between his legs. Kaiba stared at it again, and then sat forward to reach for it. This time it jumped in his hand and Bakura made a little sound of surprise before getting himself under control again.
"Shall I begin?" Bakura said. "Or do you want the other part of your prize first? It's entirely up to you, of course, Kaiba," he said. His voice sounded a little strained, Kaiba noted. "Exactly how do you intend to do this?"
Kaiba hadn't quite figured that out, but he didn't admit that to Bakura. It would be awkward to handle Bakura while the thief's mouth was on his own cock.
He pulled Bakura down to kneel on the soft carpet in front of the sofa. Bakura gazed up at him with no pretense of submission in his eyes.
"I'll collect the rest of my prize first," Kaiba said, "and then you'll get me off with your mouth again as the penalty for holding out on me in the first place." He ignored the gruff hoarseness of his own voice.
"Very well," Bakura agreed. "I admit, I'm looking forward to tasting you again."
Kaiba slid forward on the sofa and pulled Bakura up between his legs with his hand around the back of the thief's neck. Once again he claimed his mouth and closed his hand around Bakura's cock at the same time. The thief jumped visibly at his insistant touch, and his body betrayed him by jerking his hips forward against Kaiba's hand.
It wasn't quite enough, though. Kaiba wanted Bakura to show more of the submission he'd shown the other day, even if that had been a pretense. He pushed Bakura back then slid forward off the sofa to lean over him. Bakura ended up half on his back on the carpet, propped up on his elbows, looking up at Kaiba with a startled expression that flickered into something hotter - anger at first, Kaiba thought, but quickly shifting to lust. He smiled.
"This is how you want me, then? Beneath you, on my back? Very well."
He spread his legs so that Kaiba knelt between them. Their cocks seemed to strain toward each other as Kaiba leaned forward over him. The sight of Bakura spread out under him, with his broad chest and taut stomach rippling, and his cock straining toward him, made Kaiba's heart pound. His breath caught in his throat.
Before he could speak, Bakura said aloud what had only just begun to suggest itself in Kaiba's lust-hazed mind.
"Is this how you want me, Kaiba?" He didn't try to hide his breathlessness. "Do you want to fuck me now?"
Kaiba had never even imagined himself in such a position with another man. His cock throbbed with the idea of it, but an ingrained thrill of fear and disgust almost made him pull away from Bakura.
"Is that what you want?" he managed to say with a leer. "Too bad, because this isn't about you getting what you want, remember? You're here to satisfy me, completely this time."
"Of course," Bakura said, with a hint of a sigh. Kaiba couldn't tell if the sigh was from disappointment or impatience. "It's a shame, though, because I know that Ryou would enjoy watching us if you did."
Kaiba stared down at him, disconcerted by the mention of Bakura's lover. His skin prickled as Bakura continued speaking.
"Ryou has never had the opportunity to see me getting fucked by someone else. You don't mind him watching us, do you, Kaiba?"
There was a sound from across the room - a soft, startled gasp. Kaiba's head jerked up. He froze in place and his mouth fell open. Ryou Bakura stood there in the door way, one hand over his mouth. His eyes were huge, round and dark, staring down at them.
Shock went deeper into Kaiba's brain when he realized that Ryou's other hand was tucked up under his shirt, and his body was taut not only with surprise. Kaiba couldn't guess how long Ryou had been standing there, but it was clear that he'd been watching them together for some time, watching them - with pleasure.
(to be continued)
Author: Tsutsuji
Date written: started August, 2004. continued December, 2005.
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Seto/Bakura/Ryou
Type: yaoi/slash, pwp
Warnings: um, watch out for all the m/m sex.
Status: in progress
Spoilers: no
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: Sequel to "The Only Thing." Kaiba realizes he didn't collect his full "prize" in his previous encounter with Bakura so he comes to collect, but Bakura's plans for Kaiba include bringing Ryou in for a threesome. Prequel to "The Other Half."
Note: Instant Lemon!
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Half of Three, part 1
"Mind-blowing sex."
That was how Bakura described his encounter with Seto Kaiba to his lover, Ryou. Ryou couldn't argue with this description, especially since his mouth was full of Bakura's cock at the time. He simply acknowledged Bakura's statement with a little hum, which made Bakura pause breathlessly for a moment before he went into further details. Bakura nuzzled Ryou's erection and licked his thighs while he described how he'd managed to coerce Kaiba into having sex with him.
They were lying head to toe, or more precisely, mouth to crotch, only an hour or so after Bakura left Kaiba. They ended most days in some similarly erotic position for a session of lovemaking that would wear both of them out. Tonight they'd started early. In fact, they'd skipped dinner, and mere minutes after he'd arrived home, Bakura had Ryou undressed, in bed, and arranged to his liking, as if Ryou was a treat he'd been denying himself for ages.
Ryou had no personal interest in Seto Kaiba, and nothing against him either. For Ryou, anything that made Bakura happy and hard made him happy and hard as well. Bakura described in intimate detail how he had gotten Kaiba backed against a wall with his pants down, and how Kaiba had yelled out loud and pounded the wall with his fists when Bakura took his thick cock down his throat. All the while, Ryou matched his actions to Bakura's words and sucked his lover's slender length deep and hard. Before long, Bakura began to moan Ryou's name instead of talking about Kaiba. His voice made Ryou's erection throb.
Finally Bakura gave up trying to talk and took Ryou in his mouth as well, making him moan in turn with his hot, eager tongue. Soon Ryou was writhing in his grasp and sucking at him more hungrily than ever. Ryou's moans vibrated through Bakura's sensitive cock, sending him quickly to the edge and over. Ryou pulled back a little as Bakura came so he could taste and swallow every drop until he was done.
Bakura took a few seconds to catch his breath while Ryou happily licked him clean. Then he returned the favor with interest. He held Ryou's hips still so that he could only twist his hands in the sheets, toss his head side to side, and cry out Bakura's name. Lost in the sensations, Ryou felt himself melt to the core when Bakura pulled his mouth back to his very tip and flicked at it with his tongue. He drove Ryou wild with his teasing before he took him in again, all the way, his teeth just grazing Ryou's sensitive length.
He pulled his mouth away completely for a moment. Ryou whimpered in protest, but he was soon rewarded; Bakura had only paused to lick his fingers. Then he took Ryou's length in his hot mouth again and slid one of those wet fingers up inside him at the same time.
Bakura hardly got a second finger inside him before he came, screaming against Bakura's thigh. Ryou felt him swallow around his pulsating cock, and it felt like he was being sucked right inside of Bakura. Right where he wanted to be. He yelled so loud his throat hurt.
After a moment, Bakura shifted them around on the tangled sheets. Ryou pried his eyes open to see Bakura staring into his face, looking as sleepy, spent, and pleased as Ryou felt. He smiled sleepily and settled his head on Bakura's shoulder.
"You bit me again," Bakura said casually after awhile.
He showed Ryou where his teeth had clamped onto the flesh of his inner thigh. Shocked, Ryou apologized over and over, kissing the bruise and fussing over it, but Bakura laughed.
"I enjoy your little love bites, Yadonushi," he said. "They prove you love me. And it amuses me to know that your friends have no idea what a wild thing you can be in bed!"
Ryou didn't want them to know. This wantoness was something he was still discovering in himself, something he only needed Bakura to see and know about.
"I do love you," Ryou said, wrapping arms and legs around him. "More than anything."
"I know," Bakura said, and kissed him. It was gentle at first, but Ryou started nibbling on his lip, and then he bit Ryou's. Ryou gave a little gasp as sharp teeth drew blood, but at the same time he nearly got hard again, even as drained as he was. Bakura's tongue flicked at the swollen lip, tasting blood. Ryou didn't like the taste, but somehow he liked it that Bakura did.
"I love you too, my Ryou." Bakura closed his eyes and feel asleep a moment later with Ryou's head tucked against his shoulder.
Ryou was awake a little longer, his mind drifting. He wanted to ask Bakura if he was planning to see Kaiba again. Was his curiousity satisfied by this one encounter, or would he want a more complete conquest of the unassailable young CEO of Kaiba Corp?
He thought back on the words he'd hardly heard when Bakura was saying them a few minutes ago. Bakura had described how he'd won by losing, after enticing Kaiba into a duel and saying he expected a certain sexual favor from Kaiba if he'd won. Bakura knew that Kaiba would never allow himself to lose, especially with his sexual dignity at stake. He'd gambled that when Kaiba did win, he'd be inspired to claim the same prize Bakura had said he wanted, which is exactly what he did.
Ryou realized that in Kaiba's own mind, he would believe he won completely, not only by winning the duel but by demanding Yami Bakura get down on his knees and give him the blow job afterward. Kaiba was far too traditional in his thinking to understand that being in the "bottom" position could still mean being in control. As long as he was on top, he wouldn't realize that he hadn't really won at all. The mind-blowing part for Bakura wasn't just the sex itself, it was the fact that he'd gotten Kaiba exactly where he wanted him. And that was also why he was even more eager and more loving than usual when he came back to Ryou afterward.
Ryou mulled all of this over as he drifted off to sleep, feeling delightfully sticky and warm in Bakura's arms. In the morning, when they made love again before Ryou rushed off to school, he didn't spare Seto Kaiba another thought.
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Nearly a week later, Ryou was heading for his after-school tutoring session when Kaiba himself stepped out in front of him, blocking his way in the corridor. Before he could stammer out a greeting, Kaiba went right to the point.
"I have a question for you concerning the Other Bakura," he said bluntly.
"What is it, Kaiba-san?" Ryou asked.
Kaiba's blue eyes fixed on Ryou. The unsmiling gaze made him nervous, but at the same time the intensity of those eyes gave him an idea of what had drawn Bakura to him in the first place.
"I need to know if you consider your relationship with him an exclusive arrangement," Kaiba said.
Ryou's mouth fell open. It was such a personal question, and yet it had been asked so formally, as if it was a business matter. Surprised as much at his tone as at the question, Ryou hesitated before coming up with an answer. Kaiba's eyes narrowed.
"You're aware of my recent duel with Bakura, and its outcome?" Kaiba asked shrewdly.
"Yes," Ryou answered. He briefly considered telling Kaiba that the outcome of his duel had had a positive effect on Ryou's own sex life, but thought better of it. He couldn't help smiling, though, at the memory of that night.
"I take it this doesn't bother you, then?" Kaiba asked, sounding mildly derisive.
Ryou smiled at him. There was so much Kaiba didn't understand about Bakura and himself, and he didn't feel inclined to explain it all.
"I'm honored that you found Bakura a worthy partner for your duel," he said. This was actually true in the literal sense. He knew Seto Kaiba didn't agree to duel just anyone.
Kaiba's eyes bored into Ryou. His curiousity about where this was leading let Ryou smile innocently back at him.
"Bakura is a fair duelist," Kaiba admitted. "But I assume you know I'm talking about more than just Duel Monsters."
Ryou inclined his head to indicate that he did.
"So, you'll raise no objections if I chose to 'challenge' Bakura again in the future?"
Ryou felt as if he might be asked to sign a contract agreeing to the matter. Once again he managed to hide his amusement at Kaiba's seriousness.
"Bakura is certainly free to accept any challenges he wishes to accept," he said carefully.
Kaiba gazed down at him a moment longer, looking as if he doubted the the sincerity of Ryou's words. Or perhaps he only thought Ryou was too dense to understand what he was asking.
"Hmph. Very well," he said finally. With a swirl of coattails he spun around and walked away.
Ryou watched him go in silence, then went on his own way, thinking it over. So, he thought, Kaiba was interested in another encounter with Bakura. That was unexpected. But why had Kaiba come to him first? Was he really asking permission, or just being cautious? Was this another sign of Kaiba's traditional-mindedness, or some strange sense of honor, or was it something else?
It occurred to Ryou that perhaps Kaiba had been looking for a way out. Maybe he'd been hoping Bakura's lover would object to his seeing Bakura again so that he could talk himself out of wanting what he clearly wanted.
Ryou really didn't care what Seto Kaiba wanted. But if Bakura wanted the proud CEO again, that was another matter. Through his tutoring session, he amused himself by picturing the predatory smile that would appear on Bakura's face when he told him about this unexpected conversation. Seto Kaiba had no idea what he was getting himself into, Ryou thought to himself.
But it turned out that Ryou didn't, either.
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Bakura paced around the apartment restlessly. He hated the days when Ryou stayed late for tutoring. Time seemed to crawl through the evening, and the dinner he made for himself was nowhere near as good as what Ryou could make.
He was distracting himself with a video game and watching the clock when there was a knock at the door. He answered it quickly, hoping it would be Ryou, perhaps with his arms full of groceries. Instead he found Seto Kaiba standing there, a smug grin on his face, a challenge in his eyes and in his cocky stance. Bakura leaned his hip on the doorframe, gave Kaiba a long look up and down, and smiled.
"If you want to duel me again, I'm willing, but I must warn you I intend to raise the stakes if I win this time" Bakura said easily.
"That's not what I came here for," Kaiba said. "I realized that I didn't collect my full prize after our last duel." He stepped up close to Bakura. "You held out on me. I'm here to collect in full."
Bakura felt a sharp twinge of anger at what sounded to him like an accusation. "Are you saying that I cheated you?" he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous pitch.
"If I thought you cheated on purpose I wouldn't be bothering with you at all," Kaiba said dismissively. "Surely you realize that our encounter was... incomplete. A simple oversight on your part which I'm sure you'll be willing to correct. Unless of course, you suffer from some condition which makes it impossible for you to complete the act."
This time, it was Kaiba's haughty gaze that swept down Bakura's body and back to his face. Glaring at Kaiba angrily, Bakura suddenly realized what he meant. He thought of how he'd made love with Ryou later, how eager and insistent he'd been, and how wonderfully responsive Ryou had become. All because he'd waited, bringing his arousal home to Ryou rather than letting himself climax in Kaiba's presence.
"I see," Bakura purred."You won't be satisified without this final evidence of my defeat, is that it? I assure you, I don't suffer from any such condition. But just how do you intend to collect this evidence?"
Kaiba smirked and shoved past Bakura into the apartment. "I'm sure you won't make it too difficult. After all, I did win the right to take this payment from you." He paced once around the open space of the rooms, taking it all in while Bakura stood in the center of the room, watching him with amusement. Kaiba swept around him and then suddenly came up from behind and stood close.
"I've developed an interesting theory about you, Bakura," he said. "I know you enjoy an intimate relationship with Ryou, but I also know you are free to indulge in other pursuits beyond that relationship."
Bakura wondered just how Kaiba had figured all of this out. He waited, curious to hear what Kaiba was thinking.
"I wondered why you came to challenge me in particular," Kaiba went on, "and then I realized, it's quite simple. There's something you can get from me that you can't get from Ryou, isn't there?"
His arms snaked around Bakura from behind, pulling him back. "Ryou is a sweet young man and very attractive, but is that enough for you? I think you challenged me, knowing you couldn't win, because this is what you wanted all along. Isn't it?"
He twisted his fingers through Bakura's long white hair and pulled his head to the side. His other hand held Bakura's hips back against his body. Slowly this hand started to slide lower. At the same time he nudged Bakura's feet apart a little with his own, and slide his leg in between Bakura's.
Bakura's reaction to Kaiba's theory was a mixture of anger, arousal, and amusement. The arrogant bastard was so completely sure of himself, and so completely wrong! But Bakura hid his own reactions and waited.
"Is that what you think?" he said quietly to Kaiba, whose face was now next to his.
"It's exactly what I think." His voice was a seductive growl in Bakura's ear. "You crave a firmer hand to lead you. That's why you came to me in the first place. And I'm willing to accomodate you."
Bakura tensed slightly against Kaiba's grip, but didn't try to push him off. He'd been willing enough to go along with the idea that he "owed" Kaiba an orgasm, but this opened up whole new possibilities that he'd never considered. Clearly, the tense CEO was interested in more than a simple rematch. However, he had to consider Ryou in whatever he agreed to do.
"You entirely misread the cards if you think I am in any way unsatisfied in my relationship with Ryou," he said. "You have no idea of the bond that exists between us. On the other hand, I admit that your assertiveness is appealing in a different way."
Actually, Kaiba's sudden sexual aggression was highly amusing. Bakura was willing to bet he'd never made the move on anyone like this before, yet he took it for granted that the attitude that worked so well for him in the business world would get him what he wanted here as well. He felt a wave of desire to break through that arrogant, supposedly unbeatable demeaner and to show Seto Kaiba that you don't always get what you want just because you expect it.
But before he turned around and showed Kaiba what real sexual aggression could be, it occured to him that with a little patience, he could bring Kaiba down in such a way that he might never even realized how thoroughly he'd been defeated. For that, he would require Ryou's assistance.
Kaiba's hand nudged inside of Bakura's jeans. Smiling, Bakura allowed himself to find the invasion arousing, as was the hot breath on his exposed neck.
"I think it's time to stop this game," Kaiba said, not stopping his actions at all, "and admit that this is what you wanted all along."
"All right," Bakura said. "I will admit that I expected to lose that duel, but I must also remind you that it was you who came in search of me today."
"I don't deny it." Kaiba said, his voice thick with lust, as he pulled Bakura's face around to claim his mouth in a demanding kiss.
The kiss ended abruptly when Kaiba pulled Bakura's head back to look at him. Kaiba pressed his hips against Bakura's, sliding up and down slightly so that Bakura could feel his swelling erection through the seat of his jeans. He smiled into Bakura's face, his eyes gleaming like ice.
"There's still something you owe me," Kaiba growled, his fingers reaching further into Bakura's pants, though they were too tight for him to reach his goal. "You'll give me this, come for me, *and* you'll blow me again as well, because you're so good at it. And you'll enjoy it. Won't you?"
Bakura felt a brief surge of irritation at Kaiba's arrogance, but again he let it pass, replacing it with a thought of desire for Ryou.
"I'll do as you say," he said to Kaiba, but in his thoughts he said /I'll suck you off and I'll come for you, Seto Kaiba, but the only way I'll enjoy it is with Ryou here as well./
That meant he had to keep Kaiba busy until Ryou came home from his tutoring session. He glanced at the clock once again, but this time he smiled. He reached back and put his hand on Kaiba's leg, then rolled his hips so that he rubbed against Kaiba's erection.
"My 'landlord' is away this evening; we'll be alone here for some time. How do you wish to begin, oh Master of Duels?" he asked.
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Seto Kaiba thought it was almost too easy. A thief, a liar and a schemer; he would have known Bakura was all of these things even without his reputation and the history Kaiba wanted to forget. His smile was too easy, his eyes were too direct when they gazed back after Kaiba kissed him breathless.
Either he had some scheme of his own in mind, or he was delibrately challenging Kaiba to take him down. It was like any other game, Kaiba told himself; a challenge he couldn't resist, and one he knew he could win. Up until now, sex had merely been a sort of necessary pleasure, not much more than a distraction from the more important things in his life. This made it exciting.
Even so, he expected Bakura to try to play some trick that would bend the rules in his favor. The thief was not quite as compliant as he'd been after losing the duel, but whenever he made a direct move, Kaiba countered him with a move of his own or a verbal direction. Bakura began to unbutton Kaiba's shirt, but Kaiba grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away.
"No. You'll strip for me first," he said, pushing Bakura forward. "You won't hide anything from me this time."
Bakura chuckled. "Well, if you wished to look at me, you could have said so the other day," he added teasingly.
Kaiba scowled. "That's not the point," he said.
He let go of the captured wrists. Bakura took another step away from him, then stopped to pull his shirt off over his head. His back muscles rippled. His hips were cocked at a jaunty angle as he tossed the shirt aside.
Bakura looked back over his shoulder and grinned when he saw Kaiba eyeing him. Then he raised his eyes and looked past Kaiba.
"I could go on here, but the neighbors might begin to take an interest," Bakura said.
Kaiba glanced around. The apartment was on the corner with windows across two walls. Curtains were not drawn and he could see it was nearly dark outside, making their reflections appear in the glass. More importantly, with the lights on in the room, anyone outside could see in easily.
"Well?" he said, turning back to Bakura. "Pull the shades, then."
"I have a better idea," Bakura said. "There is a den," he nodded his head toward a door at the side of the room. "I think it will be much more intimate for us to continue there."
"Fine," Kaiba said shortly.
The first thing he saw on entering the den was a long, low, plush sofa. There were low tables, shelves holding Egyptian artifacts, a desk that looked unused, and a small case displaying several fine, rare Duel Monsters cards. Bakura swung the door closed behind them, and then brushed past him toward the sofa.
"You can make yourself more comfortable this time," Bakura said. "You won't want to be standing up, I assure you."
"Hmph," Kaiba said skeptically. He walked over and stood in front of Bakura, looking down pointedly. "You're still hiding something, aren't you?"
"Not for long," Bakura said in that low, breathy voice that made Kaiba's spine tingle.
With those deft fingers, he unfastened his jeans and slowly peeled them down over his hips. He wore nothing underneath; Kaiba wondered at that for a moment, for some reason thinking of Ryou. Then he realized what he was staring at as Bakura dropped his jeans and stepped out of them.
He'd never looked at another man so directly before. He hardly noticed the shape or size of Bakura's cock, merely the fact that it was half erect already. It seemed to grow more so under the heat of his stare. He smiled at the feeling of control that gave him.
He raised his eyes and found Bakura looking at him expectantly.
"Are you going to do the honors," the thief said, "Or would you rather I do it myself while you watch?"
Kaiba smirked. He closed the space between them, pressing his clothed body against Bakura's so that his hip ground against the swelling, exposed flesh. He slipped his hand up between them and curled his fist around the hardening cock. Bakura held his gaze, but his eyelids dropped a little and his nostrils flared.
"We'll do this my way," he said. "You'll deliver this part of my prize when I'm ready for you to, and not until then."
He squeezed his hand a little. The smile on Bakura's lips stiffened with a hint of resistance, but he didn't move. That made Kaiba's cock a little harder.
"Start undressing me," he said. As soon as Bakura's hands reached up to his shirt buttons again, Kaiba pressed forward and took his mouth in a deep kiss.
Bakura managed to kiss him back, both teasing and battling his invading tongue, while he kept his hands busy getting Kaiba's tie and shirt off. The thief's fingers were not quite as clever as they had been, especially when Kaiba moved his fist around the stiffening rod he held.
Bakura finally struggled back a little to catch his breath and to give himself more room to get at the rest of Kaiba's clothes. He swallowed hard and then smiled up at Kaiba with his head lowered.
"I should have known you'd play some complicated strategy," he said. His voice was even lower and huskier than usual.
Kaiba didn't care to speak, knowing his own voice would probably reveal his own state of excitement. That would soon become obvious anyway, as Bakura's hands moved down to unfasten his trousers.
Again, he noted with pleasure that Bakura's hands were not quite as steady and patient as they had been on the previous occasion. Instead of only parting Kaiba's clothes enough to give him access, Bakura pushed the trousers down and out of the way completely, then cupped his hands around the silk-covered hardness of Kaiba's cock. Kaiba couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through his body. Bakura's finger played over the shape pressed tightly under the close-fitting silk, seeking the sensitive tip.
Kaiba caught his hand again and held it still.
"Hard for me," Bakura said softly, "But not quite ready yet? No need to rush things," he added.
He slipped his hand out of Kaiba's grip and then carefully pulled the silk briefs off. His hands fluttered across Kaiba's erection, caressed his hips and quickly brushed back and down over his ass, before returning to caress inside his thighs just below the reach of his cock.
"I'm ready to do you again, if you wish," Bakura said, "but you might want to take advantage of the sofa before I begin."
They turned together and Bakura coaxed Kaiba to sit back on the plush sofa. Bakura stood and looked down at him, but even though he was above Kaiba, he still looked vulnerable, with his naked cock bobbing half-hard between his legs. Kaiba stared at it again, and then sat forward to reach for it. This time it jumped in his hand and Bakura made a little sound of surprise before getting himself under control again.
"Shall I begin?" Bakura said. "Or do you want the other part of your prize first? It's entirely up to you, of course, Kaiba," he said. His voice sounded a little strained, Kaiba noted. "Exactly how do you intend to do this?"
Kaiba hadn't quite figured that out, but he didn't admit that to Bakura. It would be awkward to handle Bakura while the thief's mouth was on his own cock.
He pulled Bakura down to kneel on the soft carpet in front of the sofa. Bakura gazed up at him with no pretense of submission in his eyes.
"I'll collect the rest of my prize first," Kaiba said, "and then you'll get me off with your mouth again as the penalty for holding out on me in the first place." He ignored the gruff hoarseness of his own voice.
"Very well," Bakura agreed. "I admit, I'm looking forward to tasting you again."
Kaiba slid forward on the sofa and pulled Bakura up between his legs with his hand around the back of the thief's neck. Once again he claimed his mouth and closed his hand around Bakura's cock at the same time. The thief jumped visibly at his insistant touch, and his body betrayed him by jerking his hips forward against Kaiba's hand.
It wasn't quite enough, though. Kaiba wanted Bakura to show more of the submission he'd shown the other day, even if that had been a pretense. He pushed Bakura back then slid forward off the sofa to lean over him. Bakura ended up half on his back on the carpet, propped up on his elbows, looking up at Kaiba with a startled expression that flickered into something hotter - anger at first, Kaiba thought, but quickly shifting to lust. He smiled.
"This is how you want me, then? Beneath you, on my back? Very well."
He spread his legs so that Kaiba knelt between them. Their cocks seemed to strain toward each other as Kaiba leaned forward over him. The sight of Bakura spread out under him, with his broad chest and taut stomach rippling, and his cock straining toward him, made Kaiba's heart pound. His breath caught in his throat.
Before he could speak, Bakura said aloud what had only just begun to suggest itself in Kaiba's lust-hazed mind.
"Is this how you want me, Kaiba?" He didn't try to hide his breathlessness. "Do you want to fuck me now?"
Kaiba had never even imagined himself in such a position with another man. His cock throbbed with the idea of it, but an ingrained thrill of fear and disgust almost made him pull away from Bakura.
"Is that what you want?" he managed to say with a leer. "Too bad, because this isn't about you getting what you want, remember? You're here to satisfy me, completely this time."
"Of course," Bakura said, with a hint of a sigh. Kaiba couldn't tell if the sigh was from disappointment or impatience. "It's a shame, though, because I know that Ryou would enjoy watching us if you did."
Kaiba stared down at him, disconcerted by the mention of Bakura's lover. His skin prickled as Bakura continued speaking.
"Ryou has never had the opportunity to see me getting fucked by someone else. You don't mind him watching us, do you, Kaiba?"
There was a sound from across the room - a soft, startled gasp. Kaiba's head jerked up. He froze in place and his mouth fell open. Ryou Bakura stood there in the door way, one hand over his mouth. His eyes were huge, round and dark, staring down at them.
Shock went deeper into Kaiba's brain when he realized that Ryou's other hand was tucked up under his shirt, and his body was taut not only with surprise. Kaiba couldn't guess how long Ryou had been standing there, but it was clear that he'd been watching them together for some time, watching them - with pleasure.
(to be continued)