Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Late Night Meetings ❯ Scandalous ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Late Night Meetings
Author: Kris Ice
Rating: R or NC-17
Pairing(s): Rafael/Strings, Yami/Bakura
Original Characters: a bartender
Type: yaoi
Status: one-shot
Spoilers: some for the DOOM Arc
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh or any characters associated with it. I don't own either song. I don't know who sings the first one (One Card Short), but the second one (Scandalous) is by Prince (or whatever he calls himself these days). I also alter the lyrics to the second one.
Summary: Yami goes wandering late at night looking for something and finds an old friend who leads him to a place he discovers what he’s been looking for.

"Get in."

The sudden order jarred him from his thoughts causing the tricolor haired man to turn. Yami expected another indecent proposal from on eof the men that traveled this darker part of town looking for an easy lay. He wasn’t sure what pulled him to this side of town. He was probably itching for a fight. He snarled as he turned; ready to lash out at the unwelcome distraction. He’d promised Yugi he wouldn’t kill anyone on these late night walks, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t snap their sanity.

The face in the window was the last he would have expected to see. The tall blonde raised an eyebrow. "Well? Are you going to stand there all night?"

Yami blinked, walking around the black sports car, climbing into the passenger side. "What are you doing here?"

"I was going to ask you the same question," the driver responded. "I’m going to work. What’s your excuse?"

"Work?" The shorter man blinked. "Since when do you work around here?"

Rafael shrugged. "We moved back not too long ago. We got an offer from a friend we met to work in a night club he was opening here."

"How is everyone?"

"Amelda’s calmed down some. He’s been quiet. I think he’s a bit lost now that he no longer hates Kaiba."

"And Varon?"

The blonde man smiled wryly. "He’s doing very well. I think this way of life suits him. He was going to try and get a hold of Mai as soon as things have settled down." He smirked over at his passenger. "And I don’t think he would object to seeing your blonde friend again."

Yami chuckled. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed that they were pulling into an alley.

"All the workers go in through the back door," Rafael explained, catching the look.

A few minutes later, the tall blonde was leading the much shorter man through the kitchen into the main room of the club. "You’re early," the bartender called.

The taller man shrugged. "I thought I’d take care of a few things before I started my shift."

The dark haired man behind the counter nodded before turning away to serve a customer.

The interior of the club was decorated in a gothic style with the lights down low. An empty stage took up the far corner. The curtain was dropped, but a glimmer of light could be seen leaking from under the thick fabric.

"Come on," Rafael said, leading Yami to a small black table in the opposite corner from the stage. It was far enough away that it was a bit quieter. Noticing Yami looking around for the sound system, he smiled. "The sound system is hidden back stage and uses the big speakers hanging up there near the stage and the small ones located in each corner of the room."

"Why did you bring me here?" the shorter man asked, looking around the crowded club.

The tall blonde shrugged. "It was safer then letting you walk the streets." He paused, looking away for a moment. "I was told that I had you to thank for my life."

Yami shrugged. "I owed you for what you had done to help Seto and I."

Rafael studied the young man across from him for a moment. He was short and slight with wild tricolor hair, but the delicate looking boy held an ancient power that seemed to be capable of anything. "How did you do it? I had shattered my soul."

"Your body wasn’t dead," Yami said, a faint smile on his face. "And it is possible to save a soul if even a small part remains. That fragment, if fed energy and kept safe, will regrow into a full soul." He shrugged. "I found a small fragment of your soul and took care of it until it was strong enough to return to your body."

"I …" the taller man paused, unsure of what he was going to say. "Thank you for everything."

Yami smiled. "I owed you."

Rafael shook his head. "It was partly my fault you were in that situation to begin with. Helping you was all that I could think of to repay you. Besides, I had to do something to stop Dartz."

Yami started to reply when a familiar face in the crowd caused him to stiffen and his eyes to narrow.

His table partner raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of demeanor before looking to see what had caught the younger man’s eye. His other eyebrow rose when he recognized a familiar pale face. Rafael had found the bald young man with hoops in his cheek and nose in an alley way. Something in the young man’s dead eyes had touched something in the tall blonde so he had taken him home. "You know him?"

Yami nodded slowly. "A few years ago, he was being mind controlled by a madman and tried to beat me in a duel. I was barely able to defeat him." He looked back at the other man at the table. "What is he doing here?"

"I’ve been working with him for a while, drawing him out of his shell. He does alright with simple orders, even though he doesn’t talk. The owner of the place lets him work here by cleaning off the tables."

Something in the tone of the older man’s voice told Yami to let it go. "So what do you do here?"

"I’m a security guard. Unfortunately, tonight’s my night to be stuck watching the monitors." He glanced up at the clock, frowning. "I’d better check in. Feel free to order anything as long as it’s non-alcoholic. I believe your other is still a minor."

"I don’t have that much money on me."

Rafael dismissed his concerns with a wave of his hand. "Don’t worry, it’s on me." He held up a hand when Yami started to protest. "Just think of it as my way of repaying you."

"You don’t owe me anything," Yami protested as the other man stood.

The tall blonde smiled. "You gave me my life. I think I owe you a lot. Rest, relax. If you’re still here after my shift I’ll give you a walk home."

"Thanks," Yami responded before the other moved out of earshot. He turned back to look for that familiar pale face, but didn’t see the former mind puppet anywhere. When a waiter came by, he ordered a Coke and glanced at the clock. It wasn’t really all that late yet so he didn’t have to worry about getting home. He sat back and relaxed, listening to the music.

Suddenly, a deep song began, pulling him from his thoughts. It wasn’t the music that caught his attention though it was the lyrics.

Life's just a game
We all wanna win
Keep your hand a secret,
Unleash the monsters within!

He blinked, startled. The song seemed almost as if it was written for him. Before he realized it, he found himself out on the floor, dancing. He didn’t know much about modern dancing, but he found it surprisingly easy to give himself over to the beat.

Sometimes it's over
Before it's even begun
If someone else gets hurt, then
What have you really won?

He closed his eyes, remembering past duels, remembering the times he’d killed his opponents, how he had felt only satisfaction at the victories, but now they left him feeling hollow.

I'm always one card short,
Always one day late

His lithe body moved through the dancers with ease, ignoring the dark, hungry looks that followed him. His mind turned to Yugi’s best friend. He didn’t know if it was Yugi’s feelings influencing his own, but he had started hungering for the blonde. He was too late though. It didn't take much to know that the blonde would never look at him that way. It was always that way when it came to matters of the heart. He could win any game but that one.

For once I’d like an ending
I can celebrate

He hadn’t told Yugi why he was so restless, so frustrated. His constant pacing in his soul room had started disturbing the young boy’s sleep. He had told Yugi that he was used to walking when he couldn’t rest. It wasn’t like he could leave the room to go pace considering he only existed within the puzzle and Yugi’s head. They had come to an agreement about it. Yugi would let Yami use his body to go for walks at night as long as his Grandpa never found out and Yami didn’t kill anyone. Yami sighed, letting the music pull him in further to its embrace. Just once, he wanted to be the one who got the one he wanted instead of the one left in the dark. True, there was Yugi there for him and whoever he ended up with would have to be approved by the boy since whoever it was would have to accept the two of them as a package deal. Yami had been so sure that Jou would be willing.

I've stacked the deck myself,
So there's no one else to blame

He was sure he had covered all the bases, that he had completely enthralled the blonde. But once he started paying closer attention to the way Jou acted around Yugi and him, he realized that the boy would never see them as anything but his best friend. As for the others he had tried for, that had been many years ago. There hadn’t been too many; he’d had to be careful that no word got back to his father. After all, he was supposed to be seducing the women of the court, not the men. Even then, he had been far too cautious with some, they had moved on before he could make his move. Others simply agreed to get close to him, and a very few told him no.

I need just one more move,
One final chance to prove
I can win this game!

He writhed, ignoring the brave souls who touched him, moved against him. His senses didn’t register them as a friend or foe so they weren’t important. Images of the people who had come to mean something to him in this lifetime filled his mind. If he didn’t think Seto Kaiba would laugh in his face, he’d try seducing the tall brunette. He just needed one more chance, one more try, and he was sure he wouldn’t be lonely. Of course, he couldn’t just think of himself. There was still Yugi to consider.

Life's just a duel
That's how the world is made

He was the King of Games, and what was love but another game? One that he was determined to conquer. He could out think any opponent. He simply had to start applying that to his potential mates. What was that phrase that Yugi used? All’s fair in love and war?

But are we really players,
Or are we bein' played?

The high priest would tell him that the time wasn’t right; that the gods would bring him the one that he was destined to love. He snorted. Sometimes he wondered, did the gods really pay that much attention to their lives? Were they manipulating them and only giving them the illusion of free will? In that case, did it matter what he did?

I'm always one card short,
Always one day late
For once I’d like an ending
I can celebrate

As the bodies around him grew bolder, he wondered what he had done to deserve to be alone. Even here in the middle of a packed dance floor with people that were unabashedly groping him, he felt as if he was the only one there.

I've stacked the deck myself,
So there's no one else to blame

He pulled away as one got too bold, rubbing his erection against the former Pharaoh’s backside. Warm hands let him go and he didn’t bother to open his eyes to see who it was. A sad smile touched his lips. Sex with a stranger might distract him for awhile, but he had no wish to take the chance of contaminating Yugi’s body with one of the diseases that his potential partner might have. But even though his head knew that, his body craved for someone’s touch. He had been alone for far too long.

I need just one more move,
One final chance to prove
I can win this game!

Yami threw himself into the music, trying to block away his thoughts. His heart ached and his body yearned for a lover he might never find. He just wanted someone, someone he could care about. If Ra gave him one more chance he wouldn’t waste it.

Is what happens next in your control?

The song seemed to be directed straight at him. Was he in control of his actions, or were the gods playing with him?

Are you doin' what you want,
Or what you've been told?

Was he still terrified of the horrible things his father had promised? Was that why he pulled away whenever he found himself falling for a young man? Or was it because the gods would have to decide who his lover would be? Was anything he was doing his own choice?

Do you choose the cards
From your own hand?
Or are we just puppets in a master plan?

Were the gods merely playing with him? Was he making his own choices? He’d like to think so. If he gave in to the despair, then it would mean that no matter how hard he fought it didn’t matter because the outcome was already set. He shook his head, keeping his eyes closed. He couldn’t believe that. He had to believe that what he did made a difference. If he didn’t what was the purpose in going on?

One more move!

Suddenly, Yami felt someone watching him and he resisted the urge to see who it was. He reached out with his senses to identify the one watching him so intently, but all he could discover was that the person was familiar and aroused.

I'm always one card short,
Always one day late
For once I’d like an ending
I can celebrate

He smirked and decided to do something daring, something that wouldn’t be expected of him. Keeping his eyes closed, he started moving more sensually, concentrating all of his attention on the one watching him. The person behind him took advantage of the movements to press himself closer to the tricolor haired man.

I've stacked the deck myself,
So there's no one else to blame

This is my game, he thought, throwing his head back to lean on the chest of the man behind him who took the offer to nip at the former Pharaoh’s pale flesh exposed above the black collar.

I need just one more move,
One final chance to prove
I can win this game!

He writhed against the stranger, trying to entice the watcher closer. Come on. He reached out with his senses, touching the other with the feather light brush of shadows.

One card short
One day late
Give me something,
Something to celebrate

He could feel that the watcher was becoming even more aroused watching him grind against the stranger behind him. Crimson eyes opened a crack, seeing nothing through the press of bodies around him and the dim lights. His hunger for someone, someone who cared reached out, trying to lure the other to him.

I've stacked the deck myself,
So there's no one else to blame
One more move,
I’m gonna win this game!

He smirked as he felt the watcher move, moaning softly as the stranger’s hand found its way down from his hip to massage the hard bulge pressing against soft leather. He let his eyes fall closed again as he took a deep breath of the smoke laden air. For a brief moment, he wondered just where the smoke was coming from before he dismissed the thought.

I’m gonna win this game!

Yami started panting as he pressed back into the stranger, smirking as he grunted. The watcher was getting closer. He hoped that the sight of what he was doing with the stranger would make the watcher want to claim him, not pass him by. He was gambling everything on this, but gambling was a part of his soul.

I’m gonna win this game!

He had never lost, not when it was so very important. The two times in his life that he had lost had only been minor set backs and had only been when his opponents weren’t playing honorably. He hoped that his newest one would. He chuckled softly; sure that the stranger probably thought the slight shaking of his chest was due to arousal. Only he would think of the person he was trying to seduce as an opponent.

One more move
I’ll win this game!

A possessive growl before him caused him to open his eyes, but before he could get more then a glimpse of brown eyes, Yami found himself pulled into a fierce kiss. Just as abruptly, he was released, leaving him gasping for breath as the slightly taller man before him glared over his shoulder at the stranger who was still holding him from behind.

No fool, the stranger backed off from the dangerous glint in the white haired stranger’s chocolate eyes. Those fierce eyes turned to look deeply into amused crimson. "Come on," Bakura snarled, dragging the shorter yami across the floor toward a doorway covered by a black beaded curtain.

"Where are you taking me?" Yami shouted over the deep throbbing base of the new song.

Bakura looked back with a smirk. "I’m going to give you what you’ve been begging for."

When they entered the corridor beyond the beaded curtain, Yami was startled at how much quieter it was. "What do you mean?" he asked the white haired young man who was dragging him down the corridor, glancing at the scarves tied around the doorknobs of the rooms.

Chocolate eyes looked back at him, amusement warring with lust. "You know what I’m talking about. You were out there flaunting yourself for me. I know you knew I was there."

Yami shrugged, not bothering to deny the accusation. "I wasn’t sure who was watching me," he replied honestly.

Bakura paused by one without a scarf on the knob and opened the door. Before Yami could protest, he shoved him inside and grabbed a black scarf from a pile on a small table just inside the door and tied it on the knob before shutting the door. He turned back to find the slightly shorter young man regarding him curiously. "The scarves indicate that the room is occupied and the color indicates whether or not the occupants would be willing to let someone join their games. Black means that we don’t want to be disturbed." He smirked at the look on Yami’s face. "Let’s just say I come here from time to time."

"So what are you going to do to me?" Yami asked, standing with his arms crossed, one hip jutting out.

Bakura licked his lips, reaching up to pull off his red mesh tank top. "What do you think I’m going to do to you?" He smirked walking over to claim the smaller man’s lips in a deep kiss again. "I’m going to give you what you want."

Yami pulled away. "I’m not an easy lay, Bakura. I want more then just a one night stand."

Bakura laughed. "Picky as a woman. Let’s see how tonight goes." He smirked, dragging his eyes up and down Yami’s lean frame. "As good as that looks on you, I’d like to see you out of it."

Yami pulled away further, but the white haired one noticed he wasn’t heading for the door. "What about our other halves? These are their bodies we’re borrowing."

The slightly taller young man snorted, walking over to sit on the bed. "Ryou’s asleep and from the way you were acting earlier, I’m guessing Yugi is as well. Besides, the two hikaris do care about each other." He chuckled. "Who else would understand them but each other?" He stood, frustrated and flipped a switch piping the music from the main room into their room. "Stop thinking so damn much and get over here."

Come. Closer.
Feel what you've been dyin' for

Yami stepped closer, shedding his black leather top as he walked toward the bed. He looked away a bit as Bakura kicked off his shoes and unfastened his black jeans.

The taller yami chuckled at the sudden shyness of the former Pharaoh and kicked off his pants, completely exposed since he wore nothing underneath. He grabbed Yami’s hand, guiding it to the stiff erection between his legs.

Don't be afraid,
Touch it and explore

Yami shuddered, closing his fingers around it, moving slowly, hesitantly. He released his grip to explore the evidence of Bakura’s arousal. Tentative fingers slid down the underside to lightly graze his balls then back up to trace the flared head. A smirk touched his lips at the gasps coming from his unexpected partner.

Elsewhere in the building, Rafael’s eyes were glued to one of the many monitors filling the security room. After one of their patron’s had nearly beaten his girlfriend to death and left her to die in one of the back rooms, they had added security cameras to them. The change wasn’t announced to any of the patrons, but it had saved the life of another young woman. The security guards generally ignored what was happening in those rooms unless they were needed. Or at least they were supposed to. The tall blonde man couldn’t pull his eyes away from the beautiful naked pair in one of the rooms. Both were lean and delicate looking, but each possessed their own strength. His hand drifted to his waistband as he watched the more virginal of the two learning the shape of his partner.

Understand, understand that I love you

The sound of a door opening caused the tall blonde to look up, and he smiled in affection when he saw it was the silent boy. He could still remember the first time the young man had come to him. It was not long after he had found him and had taken him home. The boy had slipped into his room and into his bed causing him to wake to find hands roaming over his skin. It had taken a few awkward moments and some hesitant writing from the boy, but he finally realized what was going on. That had been what the boy’s old master had expected in return for taking care of the boy. Rafael had tried putting him off, explaining that he didn’t want the boy to feel that he had to sleep with him. The boy withdrawn, thinking that he was being punished for acting without orders. The tall blonde had tried to reassure him. In the end, the boy had stayed in his bed, but nothing happened that night. But over the course of the next few nights the boy had tried again and again. After some encouragement, the boy explained that he wanted to do this for Rafael. He wanted to give him pleasure and keep him warm. That was the first night that Rafael had allowed the boy, who said that his previous master called him Strings, to touch him. After that, Strings came to him each night, and after walking in on him touching himself watching a couple on the monitors, the boy started coming to visit him whenever it was his turn to sit in the security room. He had come to care for Strings over the short time that he had known him.

But more than that -- I want you

Bakura snarled, frustrated by Yami’s butterfly touches. He pushed the other onto his back nipping at his throat as the tricolor haired spirit moaned. The white haired boy covered the other with his body, grinding his erection into Yami’s before nipping at his earlobe. "Mine," he hissed.

Everybody told me that good things come
To those who wait

"S…Slow down," Yami gasped, squirming under Bakura’s weight. The other didn’t weigh much more then he did but for some reason the former Pharaoh couldn’t seem to shift the other’s weight.

Strings walked over to the man who was now his master. He knew what the other wanted. A faint smile touched his eyes, but not his face. He enjoyed bringing his master pleasure. He watched as the tall blonde leaned back in his chair, opening his thighs for the silent one to kneel between them. He reached out with nimble hands and unfastened his master’s pants, sliding a hand in to touch the hard heat. He looked up; feeling that smile again as his master threw back his head at his touch. Then, he did something unexpected. His master braced himself on the arms of his chair raising his hips. The quiet boy looked up, uncertain, but the smile on his master’s face and a nod encouraged him to pull his master’s pants and underwear down. He had never had the privilege of stripping his master in this room. His master had always wanted the touch of his hand or maybe his mouth.

But I've got so much on the menu
I just can't, I just can't, I can't wait, baby

Bakura growled, but slowed. He didn’t want this to end in a quick flash. He wanted to make this night memorable so that the Pharaoh would come back for more. But maybe…maybe he wouldn’t have to wait so long. He grabbed Yami’s hands and pressed them into the headboard. Obediently, the other spirit gripped it, looking at the white haired young man with a question in his crimson eyes. "Keep them there," Bakura ordered, and started kissing his way down Yami’s chest.

Rafael toed off his shoes so he could kick off his pants. He looked down at the boy kneeling before him and smiled. He brushed a hand over the younger one’s bald head and his smile widened as Strings leaned into the touch. "Stand," he ordered softly and smiled reassuringly when the boy did. Long fingers reached out and started peeling off the uniform the club had given the boy. He smirked at the boy’s silent gasp. Normally, the boy would strip himself before joining him in bed, and had never taken off his clothes when they met in this room. But Rafael wanted to touch that pale flesh, wanted to watch it flush with passion.

I can't wait to wrap my legs all around you
Cuz sugar, you know you're just the kind of lover
That I've been lookin' for

When Strings stood naked before him, Rafael pulled him close, sucking lightly, then harder at one of his nipples. The boy’s head fell back in a silent cry and he shook in the taller man’s arms. It wasn’t often that the blonde took the time to explore the pale one’s body, and each time it happened, the boy felt as if it was a precious gift. He moved over to suckle the other one as he held the boy close a moment more. When he pulled away, he smiled at the flustered look on his pale lover’s face. "Front pocket of my pants."

Strings nodded, walking over to the discarded pants with surprising grace. Rafael licked his lips as the smaller man bent over and retrieved a tube of lube. He blinked at it for a moment before looking back at his new master with a slightly hopeful look on his face. He loved it when his master took him.

Bakura moved upward again to nip at Yami’s ear before speaking in a seductive whisper. "I can’t wait to feel what you feel like inside. So hot and tight, I want to fuck your little virgin ass."

Yami whimpered, then turned his head to stare at Bakura. "And if I don’t want you to?"

Bakura laughed. "I know you do. That’s what you’ve always wanted, wasn’t it? For someone to come along and pin you down. Someone who wasn’t intimidated by your title and your power." He gave the former Pharaoh a deep, searing kiss. "And I’m just the one to give it to you."

Tonight why don't we just skip all the foreplay
And just get down here on the floor

Rafael smiled as his silent lover handed him the tube and dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the pale young man. He reached up to put a restraining hand on the smaller one when he tried to copy his move. The tall blonde shook his head. "Let me do this for you." For the first time in his life, Rafael leaned down and took another man’s cock into his mouth. Strong, pale hands buried themselves in his hair and he could feel his lover’s hitching breaths.

Scandalous
I'm talkin' about you and me

"You know," Bakura said between nips at Yami’s unmarked skin. "If anyone saw us like this, they’d say that I’d have done something to you."

Yami gave a breathless snort. "A true scandal," he agreed, whimpering softly as Bakura’s lips traveled south, but not far enough. "A Pharaoh giving himself to a Tomb Robber."

Rafael knew that everyone would be shocked if they knew what he was doing. Him, the tough guy, the one that barely hugged the ones he cared about, going down on a young man that was seriously screwed in the head. He had heard a lot of the things that people said about Strings when they thought that he didn’t hear. But at that moment he didn’t care. The pale boy had always concentrated on giving the tall blonde pleasure and for once, he wanted to return the favor.

Marvelous -- baby, baby can't you see
Anything you've ever dreamed of
I'm willing to be
Tonight is gonna be scandalous
Cuz tonight I'm gonna be your fantasy!

Rafael bobbed his head up and down as he dragged his tongue around the engorged organ in his mouth. He wasn’t certain if he was doing it right, but the nearly silent gasps above him and the slight tugs at his hair told him that he wasn’t doing all that badly. He unscrewed the lid of the lube with one hand and managed to spread some on his fingers while his other hand stayed on a pale hip to steady his lover. He rubbed the lube into his fingers, warming it before he gently pressed a finger into the pale, silent boy. He spared a moment to look upwards and almost smiled at the look of rapture on the metal pierced face.

Bakura managed to maneuver over enough to grab a tube of lube from the drawer of the nightstand near the bed. He smirked down at his panting captive as he traced over tight abs with one hand and opened the lube with the other.

"Damn it! Get on with it!" Yami growled, opening a crimson eye that he had clenched shut when Bakura’s lips had almost touched where he needed touch the most.

The pale thief snickered. "Impatient aren’t you?" He nipped at Yami’s chest, hard enough to leave a small red welt. "We’re doing this my way. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Someone else to take control?"

Yami growled, but didn’t deny the teasing accusation. "Just touch me at least. Please…" he whimpered. "Bakura…"

The white haired young man smirked, claiming the pouting lips of the former Pharaoh in a bruising kiss as he pressed a finger roughly inside of him. He chuckled as he swallowed the tricolor haired teen’s yelp of surprise.

Whisper a question
And with my body I'll scream a reply

Rafael pulled away, waiting until passion filled eyes looked down into his own. "Do you want me to keep going?" he whispered.

Strings let out a silent whimper, pressing his hips forward slightly, trying to ask without asking for the heady pleasure that his new master had been giving him. He had never had anyone go down on him before and that mixed with the newly familiar sensation of fingers inside of him was enough to make him willing to be a bit bold.

The tall blonde smiled warmly. From someone as restrained as his pale lover was most of the time, the slight movement might as well be a scream. He licked his lips and took the boy as far down as he could.

"Are you ready for this?" Bakura whispered into Yami’s ear, pressing another finger into the tight heat of his new lover.

Beyond the capacity to speak at that moment, Yami lifted his hips, pressing them back on Bakura’s fingers as his body begged for something he had never experienced before.

The pale tomb robber chuckled. "Oh, I’d say you’re definitely ready, but I want to play a bit more."

The tricolor haired teen whimpered, arching his hips, but he remembered Bakura’s order and didn’t lower his arms to try and force the other to hurry up.

Anything's acceptable
Just ask me and I'll try it
To hell with hesitations
T hell with the reasons why

"Fuck me, damn it!" Yami cried in frustration as Bakura pulled away again causing the other embodied spirit to laugh.

"So impatient. Don’t worry, I’m going to." He coated his shaft and leaned down to press himself against the entrance of Yami’s heat. He waited a moment more to tease the shorter man.

"BaKUra, damn it, stop teasing me!"

The former Tomb Robber laughed then shoved himself within the other.

An almost silent sob alerted Rafael that his lover had finally reached the edge. One more hard suck pulled him over and the tall blonde held the smaller man up as he swallowed it all down. When it was over, he eased the pale one to the floor.

Dark eyes looked up at him, shining with gratitude and genuine affection. Then he looked down and his eyes widened when he realized that his new master hadn’t found his relief. He started to tremble, his old master was often angry when that happened. But his new master merely smiled.

"It’s alright. I wanted to do that for you." Rafael continued to pump the finger that lay within his lover then pulled away to add another. He leaned down and kissed makeup darkened lips, pulling back a little to tug lightly at the loop under his bottom lip before claiming his lips for a searing kiss as he trust a third finger within.

Strings arched into his new master’s almost gentle touch. His old master had never bothered to prepare him. Once in a great while his old master would use some lubrication on himself to ease his passage a bit, but never seemed to care about what his servant wanted or needed. Tears touched eyes that had been blank for so long. For the first time that he could remember, he felt as if he was cared for.

Scandalous
I'm talkin' about you and me
Marvelous -- baby, baby can't you see
Anything you've ever dreamed of
I'm willing to be
Tonight is gonna be scandalous
Cuz tonight I'm gonna be your fantasy!

Rafael pulled his fingers away and moved over his pale lover. He glanced up for a moment and smiled at the pair on the screen. He hoped that the pale demon was exactly what the restless Pharaoh had been looking for. He looked back down at his lover as he positioned himself at the entrance to tight, welcoming heat.

The silent one opened his arms and felt an unfamiliar tugging as he tried to form a smile. From the startled look on his new master’s face, he had managed it. Please, he mouthed, arching his hips toward the man who had changed his life.

Yami arched off of the bed with a shout, wrapping his legs around Bakura’s waist. He was grateful that the white haired teen gave him a moment to adjust before he started moving. He whimpered and moaned as the former Tomb Robber adjusted his strikes, looking for something.

Chocolate eyes lit up when Yami bucked under him, nearly shrieking. He chuckled, sure that he had finally found his new lover’s prostrate. He leaned down to nip at swollen pink nipples as he started pounding harder into the smaller teen.

Ah, the things you make me do!
Genius is the only way to describe you
Anything you've ever dreamed of baby
Just ask me -- I'll do, I'll do it for you baby
Anything at all

Bakura let himself go, growling softly as he pressed his lips under Yami’s jaw, feeling the rapid beat of his lover’s lifeblood under his lips. He knew how much the former Pharaoh trusted him in that moment when Yami tilted his head to give him better access. It would be so easy to simply bite down and he would have finally won. But that wasn’t the victory he wanted. He wanted this man under him. He wanted the tight heat that seemed to try and hold him in when he tried to pull out and suck him in when he thrust. But more than all of that, he admitted as he pulled back to look into passion glazed crimson eyes, he wanted this man’s heart.

The former Pharaoh had never surrendered to anyone before. He had never given up everything and made himself vulnerable. No one had ever deserved that trust. But somehow, he had come to trust a man who had a short time ago been one of his worst enemies. One that he was sure wouldn’t stop until he had his tricolor haired head on the wall. But now, now he let himself go, knowing somehow that this man wouldn’t hurt him. Something told him that this was the one he was looking for. Someone who could make him surrender without breaking him.

Rafael closed his eyes and pressed his face in the bend between his lover’s neck and shoulder as he slid within his welcoming body. He paused for a moment, but the quiet boy beneath him didn’t want to wait and arched up, pressing him deeper within the cradle of his body. He almost reached down to hold the other still, but decided against it. This night was for his silent lover. If he wanted it now, he was going to get it now.

Strings didn’t know what made him be bold, what made him press up against the man above him, what made him grab that perfectly toned ass to try and spur him on. Perhaps he was just drunk on pleasure, or maybe he was testing his limits, but at that moment he didn’t care. Harder, he mouthed, but his lover couldn’t see since he was still nipping at his throat. He pressed his hands into Rafael’s ass, trying to urge him on. Somehow, the tall blonde got the message and started moving faster, pounding harder into willing flesh.

Sprits rise and spirits fall

Dark eyes close as String’s arched his back with a silent scream as he came for the second time that night. His inner muscles clamped tightly around his lover, pulling him along.

Rafael lay atop his slight lover for a moment longer before starting to pull away with a sigh. He paused when pale arms wrapped around him, urging him to stay for awhile. He was uncertain what had finally loosened his lover’s restrictions, but he didn’t care. He snuggled back down on top of him, ignoring the mess that would glue them together when it dried. He smiled as he felt himself drifting off. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time.

The quiet boy held his sleeping lover, dark eyes drifting lazily across the racks of screens, pausing when he came to someone familiar. The pulling at his lips told him that his face was trying to smile again. He closed his eyes and pressed his face against his lover’s cheek, inhaling his sent. He couldn’t remember feeling this good before.

Bakura wormed a hand between their bodies and gripped Yami’s shaft firmly, starting to stroke it roughly in time with his thrusts. He knew that his new lover couldn’t hold out much longer. Frankly, he was surprised that the virgin had held on as long as he had.

Yami could feel the pressure building; he was keening almost constantly now. He desperately wanted to let go of the headboard, wanted to bury his hands in soft white hair, but even in the midst of his pleasure, he wouldn’t forget Bakura’s order. He thrust his hips in time with Bakura. Suddenly, he felt as if he had reached the top of the mountain. He hung there for a moment then fell down the other side. He threw his head back, arching up as he clamped his legs tighter around the white haired teen.

Bakura gasped, as Yami’s inner muscles suddenly clamped down on him and his legs tightened, preventing him from pulling back. Still, he managed two short, sharp thrusts before finding his own release. He lay still for a moment before raising himself with a grunt so he could move his hand from between them that was starting to cramp. He smirked when he noticed that his lover was out cold. He considered getting up to get something to clean them up with for a moment, then chuckled softly and pulled out of Yami before rolling off to the side. He pulled his new lover close and threw a sheet over their entangled bodies and drifted off to sleep.

Anything you've ever dreamed of, I'm willing to be
Tonight is gonna be scandalous
Cuz tonight, tonight I'm gonna be your fantasy!