Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I Want You To Want Me ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: La Masamune Girl 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.29.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 607 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.29.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 607 | Status: Completed
I'm glad people are liking this one. As you can tell, I've not been writing very long, so any comments are appreciated.
Um, let's see here. I'm sure those of you who already reviewed will be glad to know that some of your querries have been answered in this chapter. The rest of the main cast makes an appearance here.
Also - for another warning, there will also be some het relationships in some later chapters, but I have virtually no experience with it personally, so...hopefully you can forgive my feeble attempts at it. Of course, then again, being somewhat female, I don't have any personal experience with yaoi either. I would like to put in some yuri, but I'd rather not make a Mary Sue out of this....*blush* and given my plot so far, MaixAnzu would seem rather contrived. Damnit.
There's some of that NC17 Yaoi stuff in this chapter though....
Disclaimer: Once again, for your benifit - I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, though I'd like to.
Chapter 2
A light breeze blew over the school yard, where students stood together, chatting, reading, playing a sport or obsessing over the latest fad. This month's fad was a card game...something to the effect of Duel Monsters. Ryou had never been into that sort of thing, but he was careful to steer Jounouchi far away from the card-players, fearful that the boy's unusually high-spirits would diminish. Yuugi had loved games like that. He needn't have worried though, as Jounouchi was more preoccupied with this morning's events.
"So Ryou, what happened in art?" the taller boy asked, concern lacing his voice.
The incident had occurred right during the second period of the day. The Class 2B students had art then. Ryou was a decent art student, and usually enjoyed the subject. Today however, he had continued to doze off, nearly walked into a door, ruined his clay sculpture and had ended up telling the teacher that he didn't bloody well care that watercolour should be done on a special kind of paper. Usually Ryou cared very much about his painting.
"Guess I'm just not feeling well." Ryou said with a sigh. "Maybe I'm coming down with a cold. I slept like I usually do...but I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my mouth." he passed a hand over his eyes. "...and I'm still tired."
"Sorry to --- uh-oh..."
Jounouchi tensed visibly, but the preparation was an unnecessary function. Without so much as a word, let alone an unkind one Seto Kaiba passed right by him. It wasn't the first time that had happened, but the blonde boy was always ready for just a glimmer of the usual hostility that the multi-millionaire had always showed. The fact of the matter was though that Jounouchi had not been the only one who had changed.
Kaiba had never professed himself to be a sympathetic human being and until lately, many people including himself had questioned that he even was a human being. But...now...he was well aware of his heart breaking in his chest, and it certainly wouldn't allow him to tease the poor dog, not Jounouchi, not after the what had happened. You see, Seto Kaiba was well aware of what had happened to Yuugi Moutou. He knew better than anyone. But neither Jounouchi, nor any other person for that matter would ever believe his story.
For truly, it was indeed a ridiculous notion to anyone who had not seen it with their own eyes - to say that a vampire had murdered Kaiba's little brother.
No, Kaiba had said nothing - told the police that he'd gotten home to find the boy dead. Autopsys and background checks proved beyond question that Kaiba had never been anything less than a loving guardian figure, and he was released immediately. Officials had stated that the boy had died from cutting his neck on something sharp - and probably in a fall, then passed out from loss of blood. Many people suggested that he fire his staff for letting something like that slip by them, but Kaiba never did.
He'd seen the truth. He'd seen the creature that did it. Small and slight in stature with enormous wings and baleful red eyes. No human had wings. No human could drain a body of it's lifesblood. No human could have made Seto Kaiba stand motionless while it killed his brother right before his eyes.
Kaiba had sworn then and there that he would find the thing that did this - find it and kill it. Images of wooden stakes and Christian crosses raced through his mind, but he wasn't sure if any of those things would work. After all, stories could be wrong - and how could you kill something that was immortal. He sure as hell was going to try though.
***
Yami slumped in his chair, scraping his wings along the back of the throne he sat on. In actuality, throne wasn't quite the correct word - it was more like a dais, no normal chair was equipped to accommodate those wings.
Nobody was quite sure where the wings came from - Yami was the only vampire with them. Whatever their origin was, they did accomplish making him look more like the King he was. And he ruled his kingdom with an iron fist...or at least he did when he wasn't this preoccupied.
"YAMI!" a voice broke through his thoughts, jarring him from his half-awake state. Whomever the speaker was - and he hadn't quite determined this yet, must be someone close, for few were allowed to call him anything that didn't have a title befitting his rank attached.
A few moments later his question was answered. It was his self-professed General, second-in-command or whatever the decidedly insane Vampire had professed to call himself this week. In actuality, Bakura was no such thing, but he did tend to prove himself as a powerful fighter - and as Yami's first "creation", he did tend to let a few things slide.
"Yami, you need help."
The soft hissing noise that emanated from the King Vampire's throat would have been a direct invitation to turn and run for most rational beings, but then - Bakura was far from rational.
"You've been masturbating in public for the past half an hour." Bakura politely pointed out, a wide grin spreading across his features as he threw back his shaggy mane of sparkling hair and laughed maniacally.
"You have a problem with this?" Yami asked, narrowing his eyes at Bakura. The other vampire wisely backed off, still yammering away though.
"Right. You need help. I'll get help." he snapped his fingers. "You need Yuugi."
Bakura returned a few moments later with a smaller boy in tow. The petite vampire - who looked eerily like Yami himself looked up at the King with pleading eyes, as he made a small pathetic mewling noise in the back of his throat. The whimpering ceased as Bakura passed him over.
"Hello Yuugi." Yami smiled genuinely for the first time all night as he looked into the boy's eyes. "Did you have a nice time with Bakura?"
Immediately Yuugi shut his eyes and shook his head vigerously no. The winged vampire raised an eyebrow at the silver-haired creature who shrugged and hung his head in mock misery. "Damnit Yami, I tried. I took him outside to play even. I think he's scared of blood." This last was whispered in an unnecessarily conspirital tone.
Yami again raised an eyebrow. "Play?"
"Yeah. With knives. I saved the best part for him, but he didn't even want it. The boy is crazy. It's pretty. Look." Yuugi squealed and hid his face, as Bakura reached into his pocket and pulled out something that, in Yami's opinion was something better left inside a body.
"Disgusting. No wonder he's terrified!" With a sweep of his foot, Yami knocked Bakura's hand and the mass of blood-pumping muscle he held went sailing out, landing some feet away and eliciting a scream from several of the female vampires in the colony. Bakura, a horrified look etched on his face went to track down the human heart, leaving Yami with his terrified acquisition.
"Not to worry little one...he's gone." Yami rasped out. "Now, I'm going to tell you all about the nice boy I met tonight. Maybe we can find someone for you to play with. Maybe..." he mused, remembering the feel of the boy's mouth "...he can join us."
Yuugi promptly began to cry. "Noooo..." he whimpered. "...I want Jounouchi."
"Oh, of course, of course Yuugi, Jounouchi too." Yami promptly soothed. Although Yuugi was quiet and submissive as a mouse most of the time, he did have a set of lungs on him - would scream the place down if he didn't get his way...and Yami - despite everything was always willing to give Yuugi his way. This Jounouchi though...like Bakura and his raw flesh (there was a squeal of delight as the missing heart was located) - Jounouchi was Yuugi's sole obsession. Yami wasn't sure he liked that development in one of his loyal subjects - but then again, he was open. If Yuugi didn't want Ryou - then perhaps Yami would just finish him off tomorrow and concentrate effort on Jounouchi. No point in wasting perfectly good food.
Speaking of Ryou, Yami was now quite determined to finish the job he had started that night - namely satiating his sexual desires. Now that his latest plaything had been returned to him, he was fully intent on...well, if what Bakura had said earlier was true, at least repressing those particular urges. "Come on Yuugi. I've got a job for you."
Yuugi didn't seem to have much of a choice about his obedience, as Yami carried him along, but the King took no more than a few steps, before his personal bedroom issues had to be put on hold again.
"Greetings My Liege."
The speaker was a creatre with soft blonde hair and a skin with tan hues that even the many years his body had lain in a tomb had failed to diminish. His voice was smooth as silk, and he looked every inch the hypnotist he was. His sardonic smirk on the other hand did not look in the least inviting, but Yami was unfazed.
Yami sighed, "What is it Malik?" he bounced Yuugi a bit in his arms, eliciting a delighted giggle from the childish creature and hoping that whatever the scientist had to be said would be brief.
Malik was a powerful vampire and made no bones about his beliefs that the vampire race was superior to that of humans. He had done a lot of work thus far in providing valuable information, both fact and theoretical...yet Yami was loathe to put him any higher up than he already was. He had his suspicions. Nonetheless, Malik did not leave, and he did not falter in either the quality of his work nor his faux-polite attitude.
"I'm afraid I have some rather bad news my Lord...but..."
Yami cut him off. "It's not that Seto Kaiba again is it?"
"Well, yes, there is him...the thing is though, his situation could be turned to our advantage for a change. I was watching him this night...and he - as you no doubt already know has been trying to revive his little brother. You know, and I know that that is not a possibility - of course unless he makes an attempt to use the black arts...which we both know has a rather nasty habit of turning out very ill for humans."
"I thought he was trying to kill us." Yami growled.
"Oh yes, yes, that too...humans like him have nothing better to do with their time but go on their internet and read fairy stories about killing vampires with a wooden stake. But. He's discovered something that I did not expect. Tell me my Lord, did you ever hear of the Millennium Items?"
To his own personal triumph, Yami did not give Malik the satisfaction of ignorance. "Yes...I have heard about them...a long time ago. Bakura was trying to steal them when I created him - back in Egypt. Though - he was too stupid to be anywhere close to finding mystical objects, and I do not know if they do in fact exist."
"Kaiba believes they will help restore his lost boy." Malik said, in a snarky voice that did not attempt to hide the fact that he thought Seto Kaiba was a total idiot. "I reasearched it myself though, and there is no such account of Millennium Items having any restorative properties."
"So why do we care?" Yami asked with exasperation. His crotch was hurting him. Millennium items be damned - if Malik didn't make a point soon, he would have him chained in the dungeon and denied his infamous group of whores for a whole week just to show him what it felt like.
"Because." the scientist practically snarled, then, in an entirely different tone, as though he realized who he was talking to, "...because Kaiba, when he finds out that the Millennium Items will be unable to bring the kid back to life, will also find out that they have the power to destroy us. And we can not hide from black magic. Control it yes, not hide from it."
How well Yami knew that...however...
"How do we know these items actually exist?"
"We don't. We can however, follow Seto Kaiba. If they do exist, he'll do the homework, and we'll get the grade...if you take my meaning. There's just this one little issue. No Vampire can use the Millenium Items. They must be used by creatures with souls."
"So we need..."
"Humans. At least four to be precise."
Yami nodded. "We'll start tomorrow."
After all, what was eternity anyway?
***
The King vampire pondered this as he finally made his way to the bedroom, allowing Yuugi to tumble out of his arms onto the soft mattress, and with a groan, Yami allowed himself to fall beside the smaller look-alike of himself, taking a moment to put Malik's sarcastic undertones and Bakura's disgusting habits out of his mind.
It was about 10 seconds before he rolled himself over and pounced on Yuugi, hissing and growling with need. He made short work of Yuugi's garments and then started on his own. It was a long and timely process this, as Yuugi's mouth had found one of his wing-tips and was now suckling gently on it. It was driving him nuts, and making clothes-removal a very difficult ordeal.
"That's...enough little one" he half-gasped, setting Yuugi aside and quickly divesting himself of the remainder of his clothing, before pouncing on Yuugi again, this time pining him fully beneath his weight. His mouth fell to the boy's face, deftly finding his lips, and nudging them apart with his tongue. The soft muscle plundered the smaller vampire's mouth, brushing against the tiny pointed fangs in his haste, and causing the wonderful taste of blood to be added to the mix. Yuugi whimpered slightly, digging his fingers into Yami's soft hair, and causing the larger of the two to growl again with great pleasure.
Yami delighted again in Yuugi's soft whimper when he removed his mouth and began to work his way down the succulent creature's body. This time his mouth found a nipple - a small soft nub that hardened into a sweet pink pebble as he nibbled gently on it. He moved from there, showering the young one's body with a few more kisses before decisively rolling him over onto his back and positioning himself at Yuugi's opening.
Normally he would have thought to be a bit more gentle - he was certainly not quite as sadistically minded as Bakura, but he definitely had no more patience left in him. With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside a screeching Yuugi, reaffirming his earlier statement about the boy's set of lungs. Through a wave of euphoria, he promised to make it up to the poor thing later, but all of that got pushed to the back of his mind as he began to pump gently at first, and then harder and harder with a steady rhythm. Sweat poured down his face, Yuugi screamed louder, and there was a spot in his stomach that began to get warmer and warmer. Nothing else mattered except this spot, not Yuugi's screams, not Kaiba or his Millennium Items, not Malik and his bids for power.
With a groan of extacy, and a final wail from poor Yuugi, who had never felt quite so stretched, Yami pulled away and collapsed back as Yuugi managed to haul himself up and wrap his mouth around Yami's still-hard cock. Resuming the rhythm, Yami released himself with a great deal of relief and Yuugi swallowed every bit before collapsing into Yami's lap without so much as a sound.
Smiling fondly, Yami stroked the exhausted Yuugi gently, before falling into a deep sleep himself.
Above ground, the sun was coming up.
Um, let's see here. I'm sure those of you who already reviewed will be glad to know that some of your querries have been answered in this chapter. The rest of the main cast makes an appearance here.
Also - for another warning, there will also be some het relationships in some later chapters, but I have virtually no experience with it personally, so...hopefully you can forgive my feeble attempts at it. Of course, then again, being somewhat female, I don't have any personal experience with yaoi either. I would like to put in some yuri, but I'd rather not make a Mary Sue out of this....*blush* and given my plot so far, MaixAnzu would seem rather contrived. Damnit.
There's some of that NC17 Yaoi stuff in this chapter though....
Disclaimer: Once again, for your benifit - I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, though I'd like to.
Chapter 2
A light breeze blew over the school yard, where students stood together, chatting, reading, playing a sport or obsessing over the latest fad. This month's fad was a card game...something to the effect of Duel Monsters. Ryou had never been into that sort of thing, but he was careful to steer Jounouchi far away from the card-players, fearful that the boy's unusually high-spirits would diminish. Yuugi had loved games like that. He needn't have worried though, as Jounouchi was more preoccupied with this morning's events.
"So Ryou, what happened in art?" the taller boy asked, concern lacing his voice.
The incident had occurred right during the second period of the day. The Class 2B students had art then. Ryou was a decent art student, and usually enjoyed the subject. Today however, he had continued to doze off, nearly walked into a door, ruined his clay sculpture and had ended up telling the teacher that he didn't bloody well care that watercolour should be done on a special kind of paper. Usually Ryou cared very much about his painting.
"Guess I'm just not feeling well." Ryou said with a sigh. "Maybe I'm coming down with a cold. I slept like I usually do...but I woke up this morning with a funny taste in my mouth." he passed a hand over his eyes. "...and I'm still tired."
"Sorry to --- uh-oh..."
Jounouchi tensed visibly, but the preparation was an unnecessary function. Without so much as a word, let alone an unkind one Seto Kaiba passed right by him. It wasn't the first time that had happened, but the blonde boy was always ready for just a glimmer of the usual hostility that the multi-millionaire had always showed. The fact of the matter was though that Jounouchi had not been the only one who had changed.
Kaiba had never professed himself to be a sympathetic human being and until lately, many people including himself had questioned that he even was a human being. But...now...he was well aware of his heart breaking in his chest, and it certainly wouldn't allow him to tease the poor dog, not Jounouchi, not after the what had happened. You see, Seto Kaiba was well aware of what had happened to Yuugi Moutou. He knew better than anyone. But neither Jounouchi, nor any other person for that matter would ever believe his story.
For truly, it was indeed a ridiculous notion to anyone who had not seen it with their own eyes - to say that a vampire had murdered Kaiba's little brother.
No, Kaiba had said nothing - told the police that he'd gotten home to find the boy dead. Autopsys and background checks proved beyond question that Kaiba had never been anything less than a loving guardian figure, and he was released immediately. Officials had stated that the boy had died from cutting his neck on something sharp - and probably in a fall, then passed out from loss of blood. Many people suggested that he fire his staff for letting something like that slip by them, but Kaiba never did.
He'd seen the truth. He'd seen the creature that did it. Small and slight in stature with enormous wings and baleful red eyes. No human had wings. No human could drain a body of it's lifesblood. No human could have made Seto Kaiba stand motionless while it killed his brother right before his eyes.
Kaiba had sworn then and there that he would find the thing that did this - find it and kill it. Images of wooden stakes and Christian crosses raced through his mind, but he wasn't sure if any of those things would work. After all, stories could be wrong - and how could you kill something that was immortal. He sure as hell was going to try though.
***
Yami slumped in his chair, scraping his wings along the back of the throne he sat on. In actuality, throne wasn't quite the correct word - it was more like a dais, no normal chair was equipped to accommodate those wings.
Nobody was quite sure where the wings came from - Yami was the only vampire with them. Whatever their origin was, they did accomplish making him look more like the King he was. And he ruled his kingdom with an iron fist...or at least he did when he wasn't this preoccupied.
"YAMI!" a voice broke through his thoughts, jarring him from his half-awake state. Whomever the speaker was - and he hadn't quite determined this yet, must be someone close, for few were allowed to call him anything that didn't have a title befitting his rank attached.
A few moments later his question was answered. It was his self-professed General, second-in-command or whatever the decidedly insane Vampire had professed to call himself this week. In actuality, Bakura was no such thing, but he did tend to prove himself as a powerful fighter - and as Yami's first "creation", he did tend to let a few things slide.
"Yami, you need help."
The soft hissing noise that emanated from the King Vampire's throat would have been a direct invitation to turn and run for most rational beings, but then - Bakura was far from rational.
"You've been masturbating in public for the past half an hour." Bakura politely pointed out, a wide grin spreading across his features as he threw back his shaggy mane of sparkling hair and laughed maniacally.
"You have a problem with this?" Yami asked, narrowing his eyes at Bakura. The other vampire wisely backed off, still yammering away though.
"Right. You need help. I'll get help." he snapped his fingers. "You need Yuugi."
Bakura returned a few moments later with a smaller boy in tow. The petite vampire - who looked eerily like Yami himself looked up at the King with pleading eyes, as he made a small pathetic mewling noise in the back of his throat. The whimpering ceased as Bakura passed him over.
"Hello Yuugi." Yami smiled genuinely for the first time all night as he looked into the boy's eyes. "Did you have a nice time with Bakura?"
Immediately Yuugi shut his eyes and shook his head vigerously no. The winged vampire raised an eyebrow at the silver-haired creature who shrugged and hung his head in mock misery. "Damnit Yami, I tried. I took him outside to play even. I think he's scared of blood." This last was whispered in an unnecessarily conspirital tone.
Yami again raised an eyebrow. "Play?"
"Yeah. With knives. I saved the best part for him, but he didn't even want it. The boy is crazy. It's pretty. Look." Yuugi squealed and hid his face, as Bakura reached into his pocket and pulled out something that, in Yami's opinion was something better left inside a body.
"Disgusting. No wonder he's terrified!" With a sweep of his foot, Yami knocked Bakura's hand and the mass of blood-pumping muscle he held went sailing out, landing some feet away and eliciting a scream from several of the female vampires in the colony. Bakura, a horrified look etched on his face went to track down the human heart, leaving Yami with his terrified acquisition.
"Not to worry little one...he's gone." Yami rasped out. "Now, I'm going to tell you all about the nice boy I met tonight. Maybe we can find someone for you to play with. Maybe..." he mused, remembering the feel of the boy's mouth "...he can join us."
Yuugi promptly began to cry. "Noooo..." he whimpered. "...I want Jounouchi."
"Oh, of course, of course Yuugi, Jounouchi too." Yami promptly soothed. Although Yuugi was quiet and submissive as a mouse most of the time, he did have a set of lungs on him - would scream the place down if he didn't get his way...and Yami - despite everything was always willing to give Yuugi his way. This Jounouchi though...like Bakura and his raw flesh (there was a squeal of delight as the missing heart was located) - Jounouchi was Yuugi's sole obsession. Yami wasn't sure he liked that development in one of his loyal subjects - but then again, he was open. If Yuugi didn't want Ryou - then perhaps Yami would just finish him off tomorrow and concentrate effort on Jounouchi. No point in wasting perfectly good food.
Speaking of Ryou, Yami was now quite determined to finish the job he had started that night - namely satiating his sexual desires. Now that his latest plaything had been returned to him, he was fully intent on...well, if what Bakura had said earlier was true, at least repressing those particular urges. "Come on Yuugi. I've got a job for you."
Yuugi didn't seem to have much of a choice about his obedience, as Yami carried him along, but the King took no more than a few steps, before his personal bedroom issues had to be put on hold again.
"Greetings My Liege."
The speaker was a creatre with soft blonde hair and a skin with tan hues that even the many years his body had lain in a tomb had failed to diminish. His voice was smooth as silk, and he looked every inch the hypnotist he was. His sardonic smirk on the other hand did not look in the least inviting, but Yami was unfazed.
Yami sighed, "What is it Malik?" he bounced Yuugi a bit in his arms, eliciting a delighted giggle from the childish creature and hoping that whatever the scientist had to be said would be brief.
Malik was a powerful vampire and made no bones about his beliefs that the vampire race was superior to that of humans. He had done a lot of work thus far in providing valuable information, both fact and theoretical...yet Yami was loathe to put him any higher up than he already was. He had his suspicions. Nonetheless, Malik did not leave, and he did not falter in either the quality of his work nor his faux-polite attitude.
"I'm afraid I have some rather bad news my Lord...but..."
Yami cut him off. "It's not that Seto Kaiba again is it?"
"Well, yes, there is him...the thing is though, his situation could be turned to our advantage for a change. I was watching him this night...and he - as you no doubt already know has been trying to revive his little brother. You know, and I know that that is not a possibility - of course unless he makes an attempt to use the black arts...which we both know has a rather nasty habit of turning out very ill for humans."
"I thought he was trying to kill us." Yami growled.
"Oh yes, yes, that too...humans like him have nothing better to do with their time but go on their internet and read fairy stories about killing vampires with a wooden stake. But. He's discovered something that I did not expect. Tell me my Lord, did you ever hear of the Millennium Items?"
To his own personal triumph, Yami did not give Malik the satisfaction of ignorance. "Yes...I have heard about them...a long time ago. Bakura was trying to steal them when I created him - back in Egypt. Though - he was too stupid to be anywhere close to finding mystical objects, and I do not know if they do in fact exist."
"Kaiba believes they will help restore his lost boy." Malik said, in a snarky voice that did not attempt to hide the fact that he thought Seto Kaiba was a total idiot. "I reasearched it myself though, and there is no such account of Millennium Items having any restorative properties."
"So why do we care?" Yami asked with exasperation. His crotch was hurting him. Millennium items be damned - if Malik didn't make a point soon, he would have him chained in the dungeon and denied his infamous group of whores for a whole week just to show him what it felt like.
"Because." the scientist practically snarled, then, in an entirely different tone, as though he realized who he was talking to, "...because Kaiba, when he finds out that the Millennium Items will be unable to bring the kid back to life, will also find out that they have the power to destroy us. And we can not hide from black magic. Control it yes, not hide from it."
How well Yami knew that...however...
"How do we know these items actually exist?"
"We don't. We can however, follow Seto Kaiba. If they do exist, he'll do the homework, and we'll get the grade...if you take my meaning. There's just this one little issue. No Vampire can use the Millenium Items. They must be used by creatures with souls."
"So we need..."
"Humans. At least four to be precise."
Yami nodded. "We'll start tomorrow."
After all, what was eternity anyway?
***
The King vampire pondered this as he finally made his way to the bedroom, allowing Yuugi to tumble out of his arms onto the soft mattress, and with a groan, Yami allowed himself to fall beside the smaller look-alike of himself, taking a moment to put Malik's sarcastic undertones and Bakura's disgusting habits out of his mind.
It was about 10 seconds before he rolled himself over and pounced on Yuugi, hissing and growling with need. He made short work of Yuugi's garments and then started on his own. It was a long and timely process this, as Yuugi's mouth had found one of his wing-tips and was now suckling gently on it. It was driving him nuts, and making clothes-removal a very difficult ordeal.
"That's...enough little one" he half-gasped, setting Yuugi aside and quickly divesting himself of the remainder of his clothing, before pouncing on Yuugi again, this time pining him fully beneath his weight. His mouth fell to the boy's face, deftly finding his lips, and nudging them apart with his tongue. The soft muscle plundered the smaller vampire's mouth, brushing against the tiny pointed fangs in his haste, and causing the wonderful taste of blood to be added to the mix. Yuugi whimpered slightly, digging his fingers into Yami's soft hair, and causing the larger of the two to growl again with great pleasure.
Yami delighted again in Yuugi's soft whimper when he removed his mouth and began to work his way down the succulent creature's body. This time his mouth found a nipple - a small soft nub that hardened into a sweet pink pebble as he nibbled gently on it. He moved from there, showering the young one's body with a few more kisses before decisively rolling him over onto his back and positioning himself at Yuugi's opening.
Normally he would have thought to be a bit more gentle - he was certainly not quite as sadistically minded as Bakura, but he definitely had no more patience left in him. With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside a screeching Yuugi, reaffirming his earlier statement about the boy's set of lungs. Through a wave of euphoria, he promised to make it up to the poor thing later, but all of that got pushed to the back of his mind as he began to pump gently at first, and then harder and harder with a steady rhythm. Sweat poured down his face, Yuugi screamed louder, and there was a spot in his stomach that began to get warmer and warmer. Nothing else mattered except this spot, not Yuugi's screams, not Kaiba or his Millennium Items, not Malik and his bids for power.
With a groan of extacy, and a final wail from poor Yuugi, who had never felt quite so stretched, Yami pulled away and collapsed back as Yuugi managed to haul himself up and wrap his mouth around Yami's still-hard cock. Resuming the rhythm, Yami released himself with a great deal of relief and Yuugi swallowed every bit before collapsing into Yami's lap without so much as a sound.
Smiling fondly, Yami stroked the exhausted Yuugi gently, before falling into a deep sleep himself.
Above ground, the sun was coming up.