Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ No Kisses ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Chibi Eiri Yuki 
It's a ritual they do whenever they need to to show the mutt he's just a mutt. (KaibaxJoey) (Joey's POV)
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.21.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
It's a ritual they do whenever they need to to show the mutt he's just a mutt. (KaibaxJoey) (Joey's POV)
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.21.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
Yuki: Ello all! It’s been a while since I posted a story huh? I’ve been busy. I know it’s a bit late for v-day stories but it’s better late then never. I’m telling you now that I suck with grammar & spelling. So sue me! Actually don’t sue me...just tell me the grammar rules that I’m breaking..hehe. o.o
Warning: This has YAOI! MAN ON MAN LOVING! So leave if you don’t like it cause I don’t like you nether!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Get over it.
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No Kisses
I closed the door behind me with the smallest of clicks making me jump in surprise; I must have been more nervous then I thought. Turning around in eerie slowness I stood just in front of the closed escape. I failed to see him in the darkness but I sensed he was there; sitting on that familiar bed looking at me with a devilish smirk, his cobalt eyes half lidded boring into me with a raging storm of mischief. As I stood there, I wondered what was cooking in that dragon head of his, nothing but pure pleasuring torture I could assume.
I fidgeted with the ending hem of my school jacket as the tension grew thicker in the silence occupied area. The creaking of the bed springs startled me as he lifted off the cloud, a sign for me to start making my way over. Eager to make this silence end, I casually edged my way toward him, like a ritual we had planed out so long ago to happen when we needed. A ritual to show that I’m nothing but a mutt like what he calls me &, he is the master. It’s true . . . I am just his worthless mutt . . . ‘cause I keep coming back for more. Sometimes I blame myself for coming back each time; other times I blame him for coming to me to begin with.
I was greeted with a fantastically chiseled glowing untanned bare chest. I kept from eye contact knowing that it wouldn’t help any. How I wished to run my hand over that perfectly sculpted flesh & rain artistic kisses among the firm muscle canvas, but it was only that, a yearning wish. For he doesn’t believe in foreplay from a mutt. He is a business man that didn’t waste time with things that were time wasting.
A tenderly harsh caress came haphazardly to the bulge in between my legs. I should have been use to it by now, yet it still grabbed a surprised strangled moaning gasp from me, causing me to step back a little, arching inwardly, & desperately clutch my hands to his shoulders.
My eyes screwed tightly shut as another gasping moan was ripped from me. I felt the hot breath against my sensitive ear as he whispered casually, “So . . . you’ve been waiting too, huh mutt?” An imaginary wave of sensation rolled through my body at the heated wet surveying tongue mapping my ear out in full detail.
No, this wasn’t considered foreplay, nor kissing, not at all. It was a way to get what he wanted from me without protest of small whimpers & taunting sounds of temptation.
Kissing was something he decided we wouldn’t do so a ‘relationship’ wouldn’t form. I say he, because I never officially agreed on it. It hunts me still that I gave in so easily, but there was nothing I could do. Yes I said ‘agreed’ at the time but you don’t understand how persuasive those stormy blue eyes can be. Losing your self in the eternal nothingness of them was a priceless feeling of intimidation.
It wasn’t just kissing on the lips that was banned . . . but it was all kissing. Although kisses seemed to be the particular starting of a bond, mine had begun before this agreement was put in place. Then with each night we did this, this ritual, my feelings grew & I wept the more I realized this rule was what kept him from me.
When my eyes found it convenient again to take in what was going on, I found myself on the bed, stomach up, stripped, leashed, & handcuffed. Nothing was too shocking about this. The handcuffs were becoming more common, it just meant he didn’t want a struggle. The leash was there for later.
He spread my legs & snapped on that offending rubber glove, afraid he might catch something from me if he touches my insides’ skin-on-muscle. Lazy circles began around my tight ring of protesting muscle, coaxing it into relaxation so that it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for me; at least that was a kind gesture from him.
Digit one entered smoothly to, what I thought was, the first knuckle. Then it easily began pumping in & out, compromising with the muscles to spread further as a second digit was added going along with the first. My body was involuntarily thrusting back down onto the fingers by the time the third made twins into triplets.
He probed in deeply the last time, like he always did, wiggling them around inside me, & angling them slightly this way or that looking for that one place...He found it. My body jerked as a pleasure-filled groan was torn out of me, my eyes screwed shut, & my teeth gritted hard against each other desperately trying to keep myself in check. I heard him chuckle sinisterly while my wave of brief ecstacy faded away & he pulled the triplets out.
He lifted up from his kneeling position snapping open his belt with one quick motion. I stayed how I was, on my back, even though I knew he was going to turn me over. One day I hoped that he wouldn’t though. One day I want to see his face when he cums in me, not the comforter, sheets &, mattress under us. That day wasn’t today though. He reached into the bedside table draw while flipping me over to my stomach & raising my ass in the air like the whore I seem to be every time we do this.
I didn’t see what he pulled out of the draw but I knew it was a condom. It wasn’t as offending but still a sign that he wouldn’t take a chance with me. It irked me every time, how everything was always this way. I hate it but it’s the only way I get to be this way with him. To really see him at all . . . So I keep quiet.
He positioned himself at my entrance. As soon as I felt the tip carefully begin to enter my body pushed back consuming it to the hilt. It never fails to astound me how big he really is. It also never fails to take him by surprise causing his breath to run from him leaving him to pant & lean over me so his arms would support him. I loved this much contact.
The metallic taste of vain red liquid filled my mouth as it seeped out tiny punchers wounds my teeth forcefully created on my bottom lip as I bit down to keep from tensing. My hands twisted into a knuckle white fist. “I-if you’re,” He took a second to take another breath. “If you’re hurt later don’t blame me for it Mutt.”
He waited until my fists were no longer to advance. It wasn’t too long before he was pumping in & out in a nice ascending pace. One of his large beautiful hands stayed on my shoulder to force me to take him as I did the first time, while his other took the neglected leash & harshly yanked on it catching me off guard tearing a strangled yelp from me along with a coughing frenzy.
He chuckled sadistically at my pain/pleasures before letting the hand rest on my hip. I hissed at the slight contrasting coolness against my heated skin that the metallic leash gave me.
He angled himself away from hitting that one spot that I loved so much. Try as I might to get him to hit it directly his grip only tightened on my shoulder more digging his nails into my boiling flesh. I almost screamed out of frustration before giving up & letting him only brush against it teasing me to the point of breaking. There goes that chuckle of his again. I’ve grown to hate & love it with more then a passion.
The hand with the leash cruelly wrapped around my aching member giving it a squeeze every time he pulled out signaling for me to do the same when he was inside me. So I did. It was only a matter of moments before my breathing was large gasping take ins & noisy let outs of moans.
My eyes had screwed shut sometime ago. The darkness created by the inside of my eye lids began to increase in white light. My heart speed up dramatically as the fire in the pit of my stomach grew & that climax knot, seeming to control it all, tightened vigorously. My mind went blank while I teetered on the edge of a bliss-filled abyss. I could hear the smirk of his lips as he slipped this new freezer cold article of his wide rang of toys on my explosive teased to craziness member.
“Goddamn it!” I screamed out finally giving it to his torture. Tears flooded out of my eyes to a steady stream down my cheeks as the coldness rived me away from my eternal oblivion of endless imaginary bliss & back into the hell of being his mutt.
I whined & whimpered while my sobs grew. I thrashed about to get the ring off so could I breathe again. It hurt, & was no longer throbbing for attention but for warmth. “DAMNIT SETO TAKE IT OFF!” I screamed painfully at him over my strained shoulder only yo receive a frown & glare from the once twisted smiling face.
He gripped the leash in one hand & raised it, that ring was now the least of my worries. The metal came down in one swift movement on my back, making me arch inwardly trying desperately to get away from the stinging sensation filled detractions.
“Come again, Mutt . . . ” His tone was husky & warning.
“S-se-Seto . . . ” I heard myself whimper.
The leash-turned whip came down on me again. Whack.
“Mutt . . . ” He growled it threateningly as the leash raised up again.
What did he want me to say?! What was I doing wrong?! I just want him to take this damn cold thing off of me! Se~to~! Then it hit. “Master!”
“Please . . . M-master . . . ” This was the last thing I had left to do before it was over & I could cuddle with him as he falls asleep. That’s all that mattered at the moment. “Master!” I cried burrowing my head into the sheets beneath me in shame.
He leaned over me again while rocking in a steady time in & out of me. He whispered triumphantly in my ear with a smirk. “Tell me what you want, what I need to do, beg for it.”
My eyes met his blazing cobalt as I unburied my face from the fabric & turned my head. My voice was foreign to me as was the lack of loudness. “Please master . . . ” One of his hands gripped my chin lightly making sure I didn’t turn away. “Please, Master.” I was louder that time as my eyes screwed tightly shut. “Take the cock ring off & let me cum!” Tears were still streaming out as my chin was released. “Pleased . . . ” I said once more absently.
“Good boy.” Is all I heard before the ring was easily removed & a warm flesh loving hand replaced it. I rocked back & forth between the hand & his length still inside me. My eyes once more glazed white as the knot tightened. His hand pumped faster. I tried desperately to hold on until I felt him leak into me. So he wouldn’t be mad. I tried! But he rammed into that spot, I loved so much & his mouth took my ear sending me over the edge. Falling, I screamed out something & fell unconscious for I don’t know how long.
When my senses slowly arose to me I felt a hand stroking my hair lovingly before my eyes actually conveniently opened for a second time that night. He was sitting next to me. My hands were uncuffed as I lifted myself up on my knees with a slightly painful wince caused by my back end. “Se- I mean! Master?” I looked at him in confusion. He didn’t look mad..or upset . . .
“You all right mutt?” Although the statement seemed harsh, the tone was fully concerned.
I nodded still confused as to why he was all of a sudden so caring.
“That’s good.” He smiled something I’d never seen before & sighed, relived. Now I really was freaked out, since when did he care if I was okay after his torture? What was going on? Maybe I had made him cum.. But I changed my mind when I looked over his body. His erection was still visible..So why..?
“I’ll take care of it master . . . ” I purposed willingly as I moved in between his legs & bent myself over.
“You don’t have to mutt I can - ah!” But he didn’t get to finish as I engulfed his length into my mouth. Sucking at it furiously & swirling my tongue around it with more then heated desire. Showing all of my skills, even more, leaving him withering & wandering why he hadn’t let me do this sooner.
When his raging load spued into my mouth I gulped it down greedily. Only a few drops spilled out but I milked until there was nothing left.
I lifted up to my knees again in front of him whipping my mouth off. I felt the heat rise on my cheeks when he looked at me I knew I was in trouble. He didn’t say I could do that & I didn’t listen. But what came next shocked me to no end.
After catching his breath he set himself up right again & leaned towards me. His eyes once more blazing with a rage that I couldn’t describe. I turned my gaze away from those threatening flames, my body began to tremble. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to do. Another whipping from the leash, or something worse?! Oh god! He was only centimeters away now. I could feel his breath on my lips. ‘What was he going to do?!’
“Heh.” That’s when it happened. My eyes shot open, my heart stopped, my breathing ceased, our lips met. I tensed & sat as still as I could. His tongue probed lazily for what seemed like minuets - no - hours, maybe days. I soon lost myself in the forbidden action when he laid me on my back & let his hands lay on my sides gently. He was the one to break the wonderful treasure that I had longed for.
I looked up at him in half lidded glazed eyes, he only chuckled - though it wasn’t like before - smiled sweetly & said. “Happy valentines day puppy.”
~End~
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Yuki: Did you like it? I hope so. I think it’s the best fic I’ve done so far. Sad to say. Though I could be very wrong. I had trouble - A LOT OF TROUBLE - finding the right words for this fic. In fact I still think I did a pour job on the wording choice & didn’t get the feelings all the way through but the lack of words is not my fault I suppose. * Sighs* Anyways, please R&R. It helps me improve my writing & if you see any over used words let me know others I could use for them. Thanks!!
Warning: This has YAOI! MAN ON MAN LOVING! So leave if you don’t like it cause I don’t like you nether!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Get over it.
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No Kisses
I closed the door behind me with the smallest of clicks making me jump in surprise; I must have been more nervous then I thought. Turning around in eerie slowness I stood just in front of the closed escape. I failed to see him in the darkness but I sensed he was there; sitting on that familiar bed looking at me with a devilish smirk, his cobalt eyes half lidded boring into me with a raging storm of mischief. As I stood there, I wondered what was cooking in that dragon head of his, nothing but pure pleasuring torture I could assume.
I fidgeted with the ending hem of my school jacket as the tension grew thicker in the silence occupied area. The creaking of the bed springs startled me as he lifted off the cloud, a sign for me to start making my way over. Eager to make this silence end, I casually edged my way toward him, like a ritual we had planed out so long ago to happen when we needed. A ritual to show that I’m nothing but a mutt like what he calls me &, he is the master. It’s true . . . I am just his worthless mutt . . . ‘cause I keep coming back for more. Sometimes I blame myself for coming back each time; other times I blame him for coming to me to begin with.
I was greeted with a fantastically chiseled glowing untanned bare chest. I kept from eye contact knowing that it wouldn’t help any. How I wished to run my hand over that perfectly sculpted flesh & rain artistic kisses among the firm muscle canvas, but it was only that, a yearning wish. For he doesn’t believe in foreplay from a mutt. He is a business man that didn’t waste time with things that were time wasting.
A tenderly harsh caress came haphazardly to the bulge in between my legs. I should have been use to it by now, yet it still grabbed a surprised strangled moaning gasp from me, causing me to step back a little, arching inwardly, & desperately clutch my hands to his shoulders.
My eyes screwed tightly shut as another gasping moan was ripped from me. I felt the hot breath against my sensitive ear as he whispered casually, “So . . . you’ve been waiting too, huh mutt?” An imaginary wave of sensation rolled through my body at the heated wet surveying tongue mapping my ear out in full detail.
No, this wasn’t considered foreplay, nor kissing, not at all. It was a way to get what he wanted from me without protest of small whimpers & taunting sounds of temptation.
Kissing was something he decided we wouldn’t do so a ‘relationship’ wouldn’t form. I say he, because I never officially agreed on it. It hunts me still that I gave in so easily, but there was nothing I could do. Yes I said ‘agreed’ at the time but you don’t understand how persuasive those stormy blue eyes can be. Losing your self in the eternal nothingness of them was a priceless feeling of intimidation.
It wasn’t just kissing on the lips that was banned . . . but it was all kissing. Although kisses seemed to be the particular starting of a bond, mine had begun before this agreement was put in place. Then with each night we did this, this ritual, my feelings grew & I wept the more I realized this rule was what kept him from me.
When my eyes found it convenient again to take in what was going on, I found myself on the bed, stomach up, stripped, leashed, & handcuffed. Nothing was too shocking about this. The handcuffs were becoming more common, it just meant he didn’t want a struggle. The leash was there for later.
He spread my legs & snapped on that offending rubber glove, afraid he might catch something from me if he touches my insides’ skin-on-muscle. Lazy circles began around my tight ring of protesting muscle, coaxing it into relaxation so that it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for me; at least that was a kind gesture from him.
Digit one entered smoothly to, what I thought was, the first knuckle. Then it easily began pumping in & out, compromising with the muscles to spread further as a second digit was added going along with the first. My body was involuntarily thrusting back down onto the fingers by the time the third made twins into triplets.
He probed in deeply the last time, like he always did, wiggling them around inside me, & angling them slightly this way or that looking for that one place...He found it. My body jerked as a pleasure-filled groan was torn out of me, my eyes screwed shut, & my teeth gritted hard against each other desperately trying to keep myself in check. I heard him chuckle sinisterly while my wave of brief ecstacy faded away & he pulled the triplets out.
He lifted up from his kneeling position snapping open his belt with one quick motion. I stayed how I was, on my back, even though I knew he was going to turn me over. One day I hoped that he wouldn’t though. One day I want to see his face when he cums in me, not the comforter, sheets &, mattress under us. That day wasn’t today though. He reached into the bedside table draw while flipping me over to my stomach & raising my ass in the air like the whore I seem to be every time we do this.
I didn’t see what he pulled out of the draw but I knew it was a condom. It wasn’t as offending but still a sign that he wouldn’t take a chance with me. It irked me every time, how everything was always this way. I hate it but it’s the only way I get to be this way with him. To really see him at all . . . So I keep quiet.
He positioned himself at my entrance. As soon as I felt the tip carefully begin to enter my body pushed back consuming it to the hilt. It never fails to astound me how big he really is. It also never fails to take him by surprise causing his breath to run from him leaving him to pant & lean over me so his arms would support him. I loved this much contact.
The metallic taste of vain red liquid filled my mouth as it seeped out tiny punchers wounds my teeth forcefully created on my bottom lip as I bit down to keep from tensing. My hands twisted into a knuckle white fist. “I-if you’re,” He took a second to take another breath. “If you’re hurt later don’t blame me for it Mutt.”
He waited until my fists were no longer to advance. It wasn’t too long before he was pumping in & out in a nice ascending pace. One of his large beautiful hands stayed on my shoulder to force me to take him as I did the first time, while his other took the neglected leash & harshly yanked on it catching me off guard tearing a strangled yelp from me along with a coughing frenzy.
He chuckled sadistically at my pain/pleasures before letting the hand rest on my hip. I hissed at the slight contrasting coolness against my heated skin that the metallic leash gave me.
He angled himself away from hitting that one spot that I loved so much. Try as I might to get him to hit it directly his grip only tightened on my shoulder more digging his nails into my boiling flesh. I almost screamed out of frustration before giving up & letting him only brush against it teasing me to the point of breaking. There goes that chuckle of his again. I’ve grown to hate & love it with more then a passion.
The hand with the leash cruelly wrapped around my aching member giving it a squeeze every time he pulled out signaling for me to do the same when he was inside me. So I did. It was only a matter of moments before my breathing was large gasping take ins & noisy let outs of moans.
My eyes had screwed shut sometime ago. The darkness created by the inside of my eye lids began to increase in white light. My heart speed up dramatically as the fire in the pit of my stomach grew & that climax knot, seeming to control it all, tightened vigorously. My mind went blank while I teetered on the edge of a bliss-filled abyss. I could hear the smirk of his lips as he slipped this new freezer cold article of his wide rang of toys on my explosive teased to craziness member.
“Goddamn it!” I screamed out finally giving it to his torture. Tears flooded out of my eyes to a steady stream down my cheeks as the coldness rived me away from my eternal oblivion of endless imaginary bliss & back into the hell of being his mutt.
I whined & whimpered while my sobs grew. I thrashed about to get the ring off so could I breathe again. It hurt, & was no longer throbbing for attention but for warmth. “DAMNIT SETO TAKE IT OFF!” I screamed painfully at him over my strained shoulder only yo receive a frown & glare from the once twisted smiling face.
He gripped the leash in one hand & raised it, that ring was now the least of my worries. The metal came down in one swift movement on my back, making me arch inwardly trying desperately to get away from the stinging sensation filled detractions.
“Come again, Mutt . . . ” His tone was husky & warning.
“S-se-Seto . . . ” I heard myself whimper.
The leash-turned whip came down on me again. Whack.
“Mutt . . . ” He growled it threateningly as the leash raised up again.
What did he want me to say?! What was I doing wrong?! I just want him to take this damn cold thing off of me! Se~to~! Then it hit. “Master!”
“Please . . . M-master . . . ” This was the last thing I had left to do before it was over & I could cuddle with him as he falls asleep. That’s all that mattered at the moment. “Master!” I cried burrowing my head into the sheets beneath me in shame.
He leaned over me again while rocking in a steady time in & out of me. He whispered triumphantly in my ear with a smirk. “Tell me what you want, what I need to do, beg for it.”
My eyes met his blazing cobalt as I unburied my face from the fabric & turned my head. My voice was foreign to me as was the lack of loudness. “Please master . . . ” One of his hands gripped my chin lightly making sure I didn’t turn away. “Please, Master.” I was louder that time as my eyes screwed tightly shut. “Take the cock ring off & let me cum!” Tears were still streaming out as my chin was released. “Pleased . . . ” I said once more absently.
“Good boy.” Is all I heard before the ring was easily removed & a warm flesh loving hand replaced it. I rocked back & forth between the hand & his length still inside me. My eyes once more glazed white as the knot tightened. His hand pumped faster. I tried desperately to hold on until I felt him leak into me. So he wouldn’t be mad. I tried! But he rammed into that spot, I loved so much & his mouth took my ear sending me over the edge. Falling, I screamed out something & fell unconscious for I don’t know how long.
When my senses slowly arose to me I felt a hand stroking my hair lovingly before my eyes actually conveniently opened for a second time that night. He was sitting next to me. My hands were uncuffed as I lifted myself up on my knees with a slightly painful wince caused by my back end. “Se- I mean! Master?” I looked at him in confusion. He didn’t look mad..or upset . . .
“You all right mutt?” Although the statement seemed harsh, the tone was fully concerned.
I nodded still confused as to why he was all of a sudden so caring.
“That’s good.” He smiled something I’d never seen before & sighed, relived. Now I really was freaked out, since when did he care if I was okay after his torture? What was going on? Maybe I had made him cum.. But I changed my mind when I looked over his body. His erection was still visible..So why..?
“I’ll take care of it master . . . ” I purposed willingly as I moved in between his legs & bent myself over.
“You don’t have to mutt I can - ah!” But he didn’t get to finish as I engulfed his length into my mouth. Sucking at it furiously & swirling my tongue around it with more then heated desire. Showing all of my skills, even more, leaving him withering & wandering why he hadn’t let me do this sooner.
When his raging load spued into my mouth I gulped it down greedily. Only a few drops spilled out but I milked until there was nothing left.
I lifted up to my knees again in front of him whipping my mouth off. I felt the heat rise on my cheeks when he looked at me I knew I was in trouble. He didn’t say I could do that & I didn’t listen. But what came next shocked me to no end.
After catching his breath he set himself up right again & leaned towards me. His eyes once more blazing with a rage that I couldn’t describe. I turned my gaze away from those threatening flames, my body began to tremble. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he was going to do. Another whipping from the leash, or something worse?! Oh god! He was only centimeters away now. I could feel his breath on my lips. ‘What was he going to do?!’
“Heh.” That’s when it happened. My eyes shot open, my heart stopped, my breathing ceased, our lips met. I tensed & sat as still as I could. His tongue probed lazily for what seemed like minuets - no - hours, maybe days. I soon lost myself in the forbidden action when he laid me on my back & let his hands lay on my sides gently. He was the one to break the wonderful treasure that I had longed for.
I looked up at him in half lidded glazed eyes, he only chuckled - though it wasn’t like before - smiled sweetly & said. “Happy valentines day puppy.”
~End~
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Yuki: Did you like it? I hope so. I think it’s the best fic I’ve done so far. Sad to say. Though I could be very wrong. I had trouble - A LOT OF TROUBLE - finding the right words for this fic. In fact I still think I did a pour job on the wording choice & didn’t get the feelings all the way through but the lack of words is not my fault I suppose. * Sighs* Anyways, please R&R. It helps me improve my writing & if you see any over used words let me know others I could use for them. Thanks!!