Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ In Dominatio Eius, Me Complector ❯ In Dominatio Eius, Me Complector ( One-Shot )

Title: In Dominatio Eius, Me Complector

 

Author: mic(1211)

 

Pairing: Seto/Yami

 

Warnings: Lemon, PWP. My sorry attempt at writing.

 

Note: This is both my first real Yugioh fic and my first lemon so it isn't very good.

 

Dedicated to my friend Desidera. In thanks for her support and help in editing. Without her I would have never written this.

 

Summary: After an unusual message from his rival, Yami finds himself in a situation he never dreamt of. Just what is happening between him and Seto?

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Yami POV

 

I arrive at his door and insecurity has me in its grip. Something surges through my body and I feel very hot or very cold. I don't really know which.

 

What am I doing here?

 

I feel nauseous. I consider leaving and locking myself away to never think of this night again.

I ring the bell.

 

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Why did I bow my head when he came to talk to me personally? I've been alone with him before, why was this different? Why did I suddenly feel so intimidated by him when I never did before?

 

He walked up to me, confident and cocky as always. And yet there was a difference. A shift of something between us. Back then I didn't know what had changed and I'm still not sure now. All I know is that it was strange, frightening even. And I was drawn by it, like a moth to a flame.

 

“I will call you, I have something to teach you..”

 

Did I know back then just how much those words meant, what they would do to me? Was that when it all started, or was it the unexplainable happiness I felt when, after weeks of waiting, I finally heard his voice on my voice-mail?

Or were these just catalysts that set things in motion? Maybe this thing, whatever it is, started a long time ago, when we first met even, and I was just too blind to see it.

 

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He's standing in front of me, waiting for me. He doesn't say anything and just leads me inside. I attempt to stop my shaking. I can't speak. I feel that whatever happens here, it'll change my life, change me... I don't know if that's a good thing or not.

 

He's watching me, just watching. His blue eyes boring into me. I know nothing can stop him. I don't think I want anything to stop him.

 

Slowly he takes of my jacket, his fingers caressing my bare arms. I shiver. I want to touch him but I don't dare.

I want him to touch me, to feel his skin on mine. But he only watches and doesn't speak.

 

Taking me by the hands he leads me to the couch. I sit stiffly, nervous. He studies every inch of me. My mouth feels dry and my palms sweaty. The fear of him, of this, grows stronger. I want to leave, I should leave.

I don't.

 

I know I can't leave. I know I'll stay and in the end I will do everything he wants me to, obey all his commands. I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

 

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I waited several weeks to hear from him. And the entire time I waited I never once forgot that moment. His words and his face were permanently ingrained in my memory.

 

“I will call you, I have something to teach you..”

 

So few words and yet they could mean so much.

 

In the end I grew apprehensive with waiting. Why didn't he call? Had he changed his mind?

That thought chilled me for some reason.

 

Several times I wanted to call him but I never did. He said he would call me. What if I screwed it up by calling him. I couldn't take that risk.

 

I never felt so relieved as I did when I finally heard his voice on my voice-mail. It wasn't much of a message. Just a date and a time. But I could hear the command in his voice.

I didn't know if I should go and I'm still doubting it now. But I knew already that I'd be there.

 

And I'm sure he knew it too...

 

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He reaches out toward me with his hand. I feel anticipation and longing for his touch. Lightly his hand cups my cheek, it's like a caress, fingers trailing down my face, grazing my chest. His other hand joins the first and inch by agonizing inch he pulls up the hem of my shirt.

 

He is kneeling now and I can feel his warm breath on my stomach. Finally my shirt is off and he brushes his fingers over my chest.

Then he stops and goes back to watching me, blue eyes intense.

My skin is tingling. I crave his touch. This truly is torture in its most maddening form.

I've lost my humanity. I'm nothing more than flesh that wants to be touched, a soul that wants to be free.

I'm surrendering to this demon, handing him my soul and my spirit, everything. I've never felt so alive.

 

Conscious thought disappears as he removes my pants. Tormented by my desire. I can do nothing but wait.

 

Silence hangs heavily in the air. There is no sound except our breaths and the fabric of my pants sliding over my skin. The silence only enhances the feeling of surreality. For this moment is so amazing, it can't possibly be real.

 

Nobody has ever watched me like his blue eyes do now.

 

I hunger for him. His lips on my lips, his hands caressing my body. It's driving me mad. Why won't he touch me? I want to scream but I don't. I knew what was coming when I came here. I knew I wouldn't control this.

 

“Spread you legs.”

 

Startled out of my musings by his voice I look back up at him I can't remember when I bowed my head.

 

I'm shaking. How can something feel so wrong and yet so right? Why do I feel like this every time I am near him? What is this hold he has over me? I'm losing myself in a real and dangerous game and I'm not sure if I'll win this time. All because of him.

 

“Spread your legs now.”

“Obey me or leave! I will not waste my time on you.”

 

His voice is stronger, more commanding this time. The threat of being sent away has me obeying without a second thought. Even if I don't understand why.

 

He just stands there, watching silently for a long time.

He walks over. His hands are on my thighs now. He kneels to have a better look, to touch me with more ease.

Slowly, softly his hands slide up my thighs, caressing my flesh. He's finally touching me but it's still not enough. It doesn't dwindle my passion. It just feeds the flames.

I can hear my heartbeat racing, I'm sure he hears it too.

 

Is he as affected by this as I am? I can't stand the thought of him not feeling the same way. Especially since it's his touch that is doing this to me.

Enticing, arousing, maddening.

 

When he stands up again he takes me with him. I don't look up but I can feel his eyes on me, his gaze burning my skin. He has still barely touched me, yet passion runs trough my veins stronger than ever.

 

Something enters my line of vision. A piece of black cloth, his tie.

My hope that he is finally baring his body to me is squashed when he places the silk fabric over my eyes. I hear the rustling of silk as he ties it behind my head.

 

My vision is gone now and a shudder goes down my back. I hear him moving but I can't tell which way.

 

This blindness enhances my senses, the mixture of fear and desire.

 

I know he's standing in front of me again. He doesn't touch me but I can feel his breath on my forehead.

 

And finally he kisses me. I've never felt a kiss like this.

His tongue brushes over my lips, demanding entrance, not requesting, never requesting.

As if I would have been capable of saying no.

 

All too soon he pulls his lips from mine and I barely resist the urge to grab him and fasten my lips on his again.

 

Instead I let him push me backwards until my thighs bump into a desk. 

 

I feel his fingers on the hardened nubs of my chest. Followed by his mouth and his teeth that nibble at them.

His fingers pinch them harder, his tongue licks them, his lips explore and suck at them. His mouth and fingers engage in a dance that is painful and pleasurable by turns. My whole body feels like it's going to explode. I never knew something could feel this good.

 

My fingers grasp the edge of the desk, clinging to it. I need something to support me. I know I will fall if I lose this support but I'm not sure which type of falling it will be.

 

He releases me but the lightheaded feeling remains.

 

"Turn around and bend over."

 

His quiet voice breaks the silence and I turn my body around draping the upper half over the desktop.

 

"Spread your cheeks."

 

A mere hour ago I would have never obeyed this command. But an hour ago I never dreamed of finding myself in this position. Any inhibitions I might have had about anything that could and has happened tonight left ages ago. Rational thought was lost at the first promise of what he could do to me.

Everything he does shows his dominance over me. Strange that the idea excites and pleases me so much I nearly come.

 

His tongue licks me and pushes a way to the deepest and most hidden part of me. He's kneeling behind me, his face is pressed against my cheeks. I gasp as his tongue is replaced by his thumb, then another finger and then his tongue again.

 

The desire to be taken by this man is greater than anything I have ever felt.

 

When I feel like I'm about to come he pulls away.

 

He switches our positions. Now he's sitting on the desk with me standing in front of him.

I feel his hand on the back of my neck as he slowly removes the silk from my eyes.

My gaze falls upon him, sitting in front of me. I've never felt so affected by anything I've ever seen. He's truly beautiful.

 

He puts a hand on my back and pushes me towards him, with his other hand freeing his own erection form he confines of his pants. After a second I understand and straddled his lap, putting my knees on either side of him on the desk.

 

Grasping my hips he pushes me down onto his hard penis, burying himself fully inside of me.

 

When he starts moving, pushing me up and down his length I nearly forget to breath. God this is heavenly, he is heavenly. The most perfect thing I've ever seen.

Still watching me with those impossible blue eyes. I have to close mine to keep from coming at the sight of him.

 

He's thrusting up into me harder and faster now. Ramming my prostate with every stroke. How is it possible for anything to feel this good. It feels like I've reached paradise.

 

It doesn't take long for me to come. I've been tortured by his ministrations so much and so long already this night that I explode without him even touching me.

Apparently it isn't only me that has been affected by the events of this night, as he comes after a few more thrusts and empties himself in my tight channel. 

 

I scream out my pleasure as I come, the first loud sound in this room since I came here.

 

I thought I was losing myself when I came here. Little did I know that I was already lost long ago.

 

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