Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Illusions of Desire ❯ Raped ( Chapter 2 )

M-chan- ^-^ I'm glad you liked it! And I'll get started on the second idea as soon as I get part 3-4 of this one out.

Juvi- I'm happy you think so, considering I'm going to need all the 'interesting' for this next part- I have no clue what I'm doing! O.O

Yami Princess- Oh dear, here comes the LONG list of choice/option 2's... ^-^

Goddess of Death- Well, I couldn't call you a bastard, because I'd have to call a bunch of other people it for wanting option 2- myself included for writing it! lol

Jenniyah- Ooooo, I like that name, can I borrow it for my Egyptian story? ^-^ (Yami-san: The response to the review?) What...? Oh yah! (*Yami-san slaps his forehead*) -_-; Shut up. Anyway, isn't it such a lovely image? I wish I could draw that pose better (They look a tiny bit too round sometimes...), and I would have drawn it myself! ^_~

strawberry design- Door number 2? Is that you final answer? Yami-san! Tell her what she's won! (Yami-san: *dressed up in one of those outfit the girls from that 'pick-a-door' show* I do not think so!) *scowls*

ChibiBoko- Well, I DID say I can write both... That was just for this string! ^-^ Don't fret ChibiBoko! I'll write both, look at M-chan's response to see when.

Ghosts Dance- (Yami-san: *has got out of the 'pick-a-door' girls' outfit, and is glaring at Sera who's laughing to the point of tears* Are you done yet?) *wipes tears* I'm sorry, I just found the idea of Joey and Honda raping Yami-san as amusing... Anyway, I hope you enjoy this scenario...

--NC-- the Unholy Quintet- I got a brownie! *goes to grab 'brownie'* (Yami-san: *runs hand down face* I don't think she meant that type of brownie.) *blank look* She didn't? Then what type did she mean? (Yami-san: *groans* And here she's trying to write a lemon...) What? What kind of brownie did she meant Yami-san! (*Yami-san rolls his eyes, walks off- or tries to. Sera still attached to him saying 'Tell me what brownie she meant! Tell me what brownie she meant!'*)

Gatochu- Trust me, everyone here is sick and twisted! ^-^

Yugami- ^-^ Hope you enjoy option 2!

Firebird- o^-^o Oh my I'm blushing sooooo bad. ...um... How old am I? Oh my, I have a feeling I might get it for this, but I just turned 16, as of Monday, the 16th of September! ^-^

Star- Yami-san and night clubs never mix, ne? ^_~

The Chaotic Demon- Well, I really hope you think this part is as good as the last part...

La La Land- Enjoy!

Silverwolfe- Well, I hope this is as interesting as it sounded... ;~; I'm still not so sure...

malik's lover- *holding Yugi-neko* Oi, I wonder which one s/he wanted? LOL J/K! Here's choice two! ^-^

Avi- And much funnier to write! *winks*

BH- Er.... That IS choose one...

Shinemegami- *stares* ...s/he picked number 1... *laughs* Someone actually picked number 1! *laughs* Thank you! I thought it'd get nothing what so ever! ^-^ You made my day, on my b-day to!

One of many warnings: LEMON AHEAD AND IT'S POORLY WRITTEN!!!

Yami-san: ¬¬ That's two!

Sera: ^^;; So it is! Oh well, make it TWO of many warnings; happy?

Yami-san: ^-^ Yup!

Sera: O.o; Right... Once again I apologize for the lemon ahead of time. Oh, and to all those little shitheads out there that don't like gay lemon's: JUST HAVE THE PEOPLE E-MAIL ME DAMN IT AND I'LL CUT IT OUT!! DON'T JUST CUT ME OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*coughs* That said and done lets move on...

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Illusions of Desire

By: Miss Sera

Dedicated to M-chan! ^-^

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The thing people liked about the Flaming Gay was the fun never seemed to stop, and when it did end; it left them happy and wanting to come back for more. Amongst the people who enjoyed themselves where Joey, Honda, Bakura, and Malik, all of whom had accidentally discovered each other. Now, Bakura hadn't been happy to see his lover at a nightclub with another man, but Joey had been able to make it up to him.

Currently, Malik was passed out, while Bakura was tittering on passing out. Joey and Honda were surprisingly rather sober and were searching for their missing friend, Yami, who had disappear without a trace. The two were really starting to worry. It was already four in the morning and the club would be closing soon, they needed to find him.

No matter where they looked, they couldn't find him.

Joey jogged up to Honda, who was watching over Bakura and Malik. "Any luck?" Honda asked, while holding Bakura up, though the latter almost looked like he'd rather be on the floor. Joey shook his head. "Nah-uh,* I looked everywhere. I definitely know he's not in the restrooms- err don't ask," He added when he received an odd look for the 'definitely knowing' part. Joey coughed awkwardly and moved on. "He's not on the dance floor, and he's not with any of the drunks around the tables. I just don't see him anywhere!"

Honda bit his lip, though whether it was from the strain of keeping a drunken Bakura from slumping into his lap, or because he was thinking, Joey couldn't. Eventually he just handed him over to the hassled blond and let him deal with him. Honda sighed. "I think, perhaps we should go to Yugi's and see if he went home." The above-mentioned blond was quick to counter: "And why would he leave without us?" Honda shrugged. "Maybe an emergency?"

Joey had to agree. It was the only explanation. I mean if he wasn't at the club, he had to be home, right? Ok, that settled, they moved onto their next task, what to do with Bakura and Malik. Now, it wasn't that Joey didn't mind carrying around his drunken lover, it was getting the other Egyptian around that bothered him.

"Well," Joey said, picking up the tipsy albino, who nearly cooed, which in itself was rather scary, and turned to Honda. "Looks like you get Malik. Have fun!" Honda glared at him and slung the unconscious blond over his shoulder while muttering, "Uresei...*" The awake blond merely grinned and exited the club with a grumbling best friend behind him.

Word of warning, never spend the entire night at a night club, get semi-drunk, then cart two completely drunk people through half the town. It is very tiring, as Joey and Honda could vouch for as they slumped exhausted on the doorstep of the Turtle Game Shop.

"Next time I suggest carrying anyone nearly my size, shot me." Joey stated. He was leaning against the wall, his burden half slumped over him, half sprawled on the ground, totally out of it. Honda nodded readily in agreement, Malik no better off in his lap as Bakura in Joey's.

Joey looked up at the door, which suddenly seemed a hundred feet away, rather then the three feet it actually was. "So, who gets to knock on the door?" The brunette gave him a tired, exasperated look, as if to say: 'Does it look like I'm getting up any time soon?' Joey's eye twitched as he came to the conclusion Honda was basically saying, you do it, or it won't get done. The blond groaned and pulled himself knowing Bakura would probably kill him if he ever found out he'd let him lay in the mud. He knocked.

The TV was on, long since forgotten, and showing some report on a local school's portable being torched*. Yugi Mutou was sleeping blissfully on the couch, dreaming about silly little things that could easily please him.

That is, until a obnoxious knocking came one the door.

The small boy moaned, fighting against losing fading dreams, before being forced to give it up when the knock came again. With an annoyed look, he rubbed an eye and glanced at a clock. 3:45am?? Who in their right mind would be at him door at this time?? Wait, hadn't Yami, Joey, and Honda gone out? That hadn't come back so it had to be them! But... Why were they knocking?

Curious, Yugi padded over to the door, undid the numerous locks, and through open the door. And instantly got a face full of Joey, Honda, and Bakura and Malik? What on earth...?

The multi-colored hair boy hastily got out of the way as he two conscious friends stumbled into the room and dumped their loads on the couch (They made sure that if the two decided to lose their liquor before they woke up, they didn't choke.). Yugi, after a long moment of staring, looked out the door, and seeing no one closed the door, and turned to the other two with a frown. "Ne, where's Yami? And, anou, why are they with you?"

Joey and Honda both looked at Yugi like he had suddenly grown an extra head. "Yami's not here?" Yugi blinked, then shook his head. Joey cursed.

Yugi looked between them, it slowly dawning on him something was wrong. "Joey, Honda, what happened?" Joey hesitantly told him about how they'd been together up until it had been necessary to almost flee away from the former pharaoh if they wanted to live through the night. The didn't really tell him what happened after they left (Yugi did not need to know what they'd spent most of the night doing.), and summed it up to when they were ready to leave, Yami was gone without a trace.

Yugi was unsettled by this, and worried. When Joey had finished telling him what happened, he'd tried to contact his other, but all he got was a chaotic jumble of nothingness. Yami was asleep, or worse, unconscious.

"Joey, Honda, I- I think something's happened to Yami." Yugi slowly said, turning large, fearful violet eyes on his two friends.

"What? Why?" Joey asked a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"I can't reach him. I think- I think something has happened to Yami."

***

The room was large, cathedral like even, with a vaulted ceiling and a echo-y quality to the room. It was elaborately decorated, but mostly with one theme: red and gold. The curtains were red silk; with threaded gold into lovely ropes to hold the curtains open should the occasion ever arise. The carpet was also the same red color, giving one the distinct feeling of either love or death. Mahogany also graced the room, making up the dresser, bedside stand, and desk with matching chair.

So how was the bed anything special? Well, the large bed was indeed made of a gold frame and red silk adorned the bed, but it was different in the sense that it was the only thing to hold an occupant.

Laying, limp and deeply asleep was a creature whose features were so enhanced by the crimson silk pooled around him, one could easily believe the room has been made for him. This belief wasn't entirely false. This opinion could be fueled by the fact a gold chain, not too bulky, yet not too thin held a delicate wrist prisoner to the post above the occupant's head. It showed off he had not just stumbled upon this room, but had been placed here.

However, like all things, the creature did not stay limp, and asleep, for everything that sleeps will eventually wake. And wake Yami did.

It started with a twitch, followed closely a soft moan as Yami dragged himself out of the pit what-the-hell had been put in his system, had left him in. When he opened his eyes, he saw red. No, literally! The youthful spirit blinked, his wakening mind not able to comprehend where he was, or why the room looked like someone had dumped red paint on everything. And a lot of it.

Yami closed his eyes and forced himself to think. He remembered the agreement he'd made with Joey and Honda to go to the nightclub, he could remember going to the club, when he'd gotten there... Yami's cheeks colored slightly at the thought of the two women he had met, just before he'd discovered Malik and Bakura were also at the club. He quickly shook his head, then stopped when it made the room tilt and he became dizzy.

He took a deep breath and lay still till he didn't feel he was going to lose what was in his stomach... what little there was...

He thought back to the club again. Next had been meeting up with the two boys he had come with. A strange look came over Yami's face as he remembered the red things he'd tasted (He still thought Joey had deliberately gotten him to eat them.). Afterwards there was the water and the odd meeting with Kaiba. He could remember getting back to the table, then being pulled onto the dance floor, but afterwards... there was nothing.

Yami's eyes widened at the all too familiar feeling. There was a gap in his memory. What had happened after he'd gotten on dance floor, and quite possibly the memory of the face of who'd taken him was a blank.

He sat up straight, panic beginning to claw at his mind, and sending his heart racing. What had happened? Why couldn't he remember?? Oh Ra! Not this again!

The sound of a chain rattling, echoing loudly in the room startled him out of his panic as effectively as if someone had slapped him. Yami blinked down at the thing that had made the sound, a two foot long chain connecting his wrist to the bed post. What the...? He glanced down at himself and was dismayed to see he wasn't wearing the clothes he'd been wearing at the club. In fact, he wasn't wearing anything at all!

Oh shit... A few pieces came together, someone had kidnapped him and decided they wanted him... in that way. Well, he'd have to see about that!

No sooner had Yami thought of that had the previously unnoticed door to/from the room flew open to reveal no other than-

"Seto Kaiba??" Yami was stunned, all thought's taking wing and flying right out the window. Kaiba had kidnapped him? But... But Kaiba didn't even like him, why the hell would he kidnap him...

While Yami was currently occupied, Kaiba smiled and, after shutting the door and locking it, approached the bed.

The boy on the bed snapped out of his stupor, and pulled the sheets around tighter around himself as he demanded, "Kaiba! What is going on? Why have you- you-" He couldn't find the words, so he gestured around him and to himself.

Kaiba simply smiled at him unnervingly, looking at him in a similar way as the doorman from the bar. Yami unconsciously pulled the covers closer around himself.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?" The CEO whispered reaching out and gently cupping Yami's face.

Yami would have nothing of it. Angrily, he slapped the offensive hand. "Don't touch me. Just answer me question!"

Something flashed in Kaiba's eye's and before Yami knew what happened, the former had lunged at him, holding him down even as he struggled. "You," Kaiba pushed pressed Yami into the bed, "Are in no position to order me around! You are mine now, and you will listen to me!"

Yami was outraged. How dare Kaiba do this! "Get off of me! Hanase*--" Kaiba silenced him by capturing Yami's with his.

Yami froze, his mind jamming. Kaiba was... kissing him?

Kaiba pulled back satisfied. "I'm only going to tell you this once: Submit to me, and I will make this very enjoyable for you, resist me and I will me forced to teach you how to be good..."

Beneath him, the trapped youth glared, "I will never submit to you! And I will only tell you this once myself: Let me go!" Kaiba growled. "Wrong answer."

Yami braced himself; ready for Kaiba to do his worst- not that it was desired. Unfortunately no amount of preparation prepared him for what Kaiba did next.

He seized his free hand in one hand and groped him with the other.

"K-Kaiba!" Yami squirmed in vain. "Oh Ra, Kaiba why are you doing this??"

Kaiba said nothing, slowly running his hand up-and-down the not-so-staying-lax member. He savored how his little captive resisted. By the growing flush on his face, he knew he was winning. He was finally winning over his small rival.

Yami moaned and arched his back, pleasure racing through him body. It was incredible. It felt so good! But, this couldn't be happening, not now. Not like this! Oh, but it was and Kaiba's hand was speeding up. Yami didn't know how much more he take of this.

The pleasure ended abruptly as a coil inside of Yami snapped and he came with a strangled cry. He collapsed onto the bed panting.

Kaiba rose off of him and left him there, leave Yami to almost cry in relief which would have all-to-quickly turned to a bitter cry when he returned with no clothes and a wicked grin. It was plan that the CEO was highly turned on and Yami knew what was going to happen next.

"Now, my little rival, I pleasured you, so now it's my turn." Kaiba purred. He ignored the outrageous cries from the other as lifted the smaller body- in the process twisting the chained arm painfully behind it's owner's back- and reached behind him pushing a finger lathered in seed into the small passage.

Yami bit his lip- that hurt! "Yamero Kaiba!"

"Shh... Relax, this will hurt less if you relax." Kaiba growled when he realized Yami wasn't listening. "Shimatte, be happy I'm at least preparing you. Do you want to just take you?"

Yami swallowed and forced himself to relax. The pain lessened, just leaving the uncomfortable feeling- the same for the second. But the third, even with the scissoring, hurt.

Kaiba finally decided his little rival, now forced lover, was ready enough, and withdrew his fingers. He positioned him and not quite slowly enough, lowered Yami onto him- past the ring of muscles and into him completely.

If the pain from the preparation was bad, this was excruciating! Yami found where Kaiba's neck met his shoulder and bit it hard to keep from crying. The other paid little heed as it only added to the pleasure. "Oh Yami! You're so tight..."

Kaiba started slowly, savoring the feeling. Yami was so tight, so warm- why hadn't he tried this before? It was good and he wanted more, picking up his pase and thrusting harder.

Tears poured down Yami's face in rivers. It hurt so much, with every thrust Yami was sure it was a matter of time before Kaiba tore him in half- Ra knows he was doing it already.

Yami was torn from his thoughts when- quite suddenly, the angle, depth, and force caused Kaiba to hit some thing within him, and pleasure like nothing else exploded through him.

This encouraged Kaiba, and he thruster harder into him, his grip on him hips bruising, and hitting the spot over and over again. The coil was so tight! Kaiba grabbed Yami's member, meeting the pace of his thrusts, sending Yami over the edge with a sob laced scream. Kaiba shortly followed, thrusting once, twice more, and came with a scream of his own.

Kaiba collapsed, somehow having the mind not to land on completely out of it Yami, and just laid there. This had been very satisfying, it was a pity he had to leave... A grance at the other revealed that he had passed out. He most likely wouldn't be waking for some time.

"Oyasumi, mai chiisai raibaru.*"

The ruffle of sheets, then cloths, followed shortly by the opening and closing of the door were the only noises that followed, not even the soft breathing could be heard thru the silence.

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O.O Oh my, um.... yah, on with the author's notes!

Nah-uh: the way of saying 'no' w/o opening one's mouth- roughly.

'Uresei' is the messed up spelling version of 'shut up in jap.

For those who saw the news report on this, this was from MY school, MY first period classroom, and all that lovely stuff. For those who didn't, someone broke into my first period teacher's portable gasolined and torched it. EVERYTHING burnable- except a few things were burnt. The microwave exploded, the fridge... um... I'm not sure about that... *nervous laugh* Right... Moving on...

Hanase means 'let me go', roughly.

'Oyasumi, mai chiisai raibaru.' means, literally, "Goodnight [my; one's own, personal, privately owned] little rival."

These are the name's of the people who reviewed after my b-day and I didn't have enough time to shout out to (Yami-san: Oh, that sounded harsh. Sera: Shut up, I'm in a rush! I'm already two hours past my cut off time and Billy's bitchin'! >.<):

Snyperkat, Ayod Botla, Yami's Queen, whoever-left-the-blank, and Yui.

I'll try to get you all next time!!