Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pre-Duel Warm-Ups ❯ Pre-Duel Warm-Ups ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: TigerPup 
What really happened while Yami and Bakura were in the elevator, heading for their first Battle City Finals Duel? A Lemon, that's for sure! YBxYY
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.24.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
What really happened while Yami and Bakura were in the elevator, heading for their first Battle City Finals Duel? A Lemon, that's for sure! YBxYY
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.24.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Pre-Duel Warm-Ups
// Something's not right with Ryou... why is he so quiet? He's usually pretty up and happy... and how did he get out of the hospital so fast? The wound on his arm was pretty bad... the doctor's said he would be there for a week at least! // Yuugi said to Yami, through their mind-link, // And entering the Battle City tournament, AND making it to the finals in ONE NIGHT? Sounds a bit... un-Ryou like...//
// You're right, Aibou, // Yami said softly, watching Ryou, who was standing with his back to him as the elevator ascended to his destination atop the blimp, where the first duel was to start, between Ryou and Yuugi.
"Ryou, are you alright?" Yami asked, now in control of Yuugi's body, "You looked pretty bad before."
"I'm fine, Yuugi," Ryou said softly, though his voice sounded a tad bit off, a little rougher and deeper, and he didn't move in the slightest as he answered Yami's question. Yami narrowed his purple eyes, "Are you sure?" he asked again, hoping maybe he could find out the truth if he kept pressing the issue.
"I said I was fine!" Ryou snapped, and this time Yami knew something was up; it wasn't like Ryou to raise his voice like that, not when he was usually so quiet and shy. Yami gritted his teeth and went over to the control pannel of the elevator, almost slamming his fist down on the red 'Stop' button, smirking a bit as the elevator abruptly stopped. "What are you doing?" Ryou asked, sounding rather angry, his hair spiking up a bit more.
"Getting you to talk," Yami replied, standing infront of him with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes widened as the Millennium Ring materialized around Ryou's neck, shining in the brightly lit elevator. "That's not such a wise idea," Ryou growled, now looking at Yami, his brown eyes narrowed, and a little more evil looking.
// It's Bakura! // Yuugi gasped, // I thought he was sent to the Shadow Realm back in Duelist Kingdom?! //
// He WAS, // Yami agreed, // He must've gotten out... //
"Well, thief," Yami growled a bit, "Nice seeing you again. Are you still after the Millennium Items?"
"And I'm going to tell you anything because?" Bakura snickered, "Really, PHARAOH, you should know by now, I'm not about to tell you anything."
"So you are," Yami smirked, "I know you... you're up to something. You wouldn't just randomly enter a tournament for the fun of it. You'd only do it if there's something you want."
"How smart you are," Bakura smirked right back, leaning back against the wall of the elevator now, arms crossed, "Now, how about letting us get to the top of this thing, so we can duel, and so I can kick your ass?"
"Not likely," Yami replied, glaring at him, "Not until you tell me everything."
"Not even," Bakura hissed, jumping on Yami, pinning him against the wall, a hand around his wasit, the other around his throat, "I have every intention to A. Kill you right here and take your puzzle, or B. Send you to the Shadow Realm and take your puzzle. Or... y'know... I have a better idea..." Bakura trailed off, smirking and leaning down, pressing his lips onto Yami's. Yami's eyes widened considerably, then fluttered closed, a moan escaping his throat at the wonderful feeling of Bakura's lips on his own. Bakura smirked and pulled back, looking at him, "What's wrong, Pharaoh? Having not gotten any in 3000 years catching up to you?"
"Shut it," Yami hissed, pushing Bakura off of him and onto the floor, jumping onto him and kissing him this time, pinning the pale thief's arms above his head, much to Bakura's annoyance. "No way in hell, and I being the uke to YOU," Bakura growled, flipping them over, now having Yami in the posistion he was previously in, "Much better," he smirked, leaning down and kissing Yami.
Yami was too caught up in the moment to complain, the need for release hitting him full on. It had been 3000 years afterall, since he'd last gotten any, as Bakura had put it, and he honestly couldn't even remember if he had ever gotten any, for that matter. Yami pushed all other thoughts aside, focusing solely on Bakura, and the pleasure he was creating.
Bakura pried Yami's mouth open with his tongue, slipping it inside and moaning softly as Yami accepted, kissing him back with an equal amount of passion. Bakura grinded his hips down into Yami's, creating a pleasureable friction. Yami gasped, his head falling back in pleasure. "B-Bakura.." Yami panted slightly, lips slightly parted, as Bakura smirked a bit, snaking a hand down to undo the button and zipper of Yami's tight leather pants, "We should hurry, Pharaoh... we don't have much time before they decide to see what's taking us so long."
Yami nodded, his thoughts jumbled as Bakura slid his leather pants down his smooth thighs, and left them around his ankles. "Hurry," Yami gasped, as Bakura gripped his length, giving it a gentle squeeze. Yami panted, undoing Bakura's jeans in record speed, pushing them down and moaning as Bakura switched their posistions around, so now Bakura was sitting on the floor, his hands on Yami's hips, holding him over his length, Yami's back to him. "Do it.." Yami panted, trying to push himself down onto Bakura's manhood. Bakura grit his teeth, lowering Yami down onto his length, crying out in pleasure at the tightness and heat that surrounded him. "Oh Ra!" Bakura gasped, leaning his head on Yami's shoulder, "Gods damn.. so.. tight... and hot..." he gasped out, his grip on Yami's hips tightening.
Yami panted, groaning as Bakura helped him to raise up, and sink back down onto his engorged length quickly, knowing they needed to hurry if they were to not get caught. Yami reached a hand down to his own neglected length, stroking intime with Bakura's thrusts, panting and moaning out his name. "Harder," Yami panted, "Please... HARDER..."
Bakura groaned, pushing Yami forward onto his hands and knees, thrusting into him harder and faster, and much easier with this new posistion. Bakura gripped Yami's hips, thrusting into him as hard as his body would allow, groaning loudly. "G-Gods... so.. damn close..." Bakura groaned.
"Yuugi! Ryou! Are you guys alright?!" Mokuba's voice came over the intercom, "The elevator stopped for whatever reason, but hold tight, we're starting it up now."
"Hurry..." Yami panted, as the elevator started to head up to the top of the blimp. Bakura panted and sped up his thrusts even more, groaning loudly. He arched his back as he came, panting out Yami's name in his pleasure. Yami groaned loudly at the feeling, before cumming roughly. Bakura didn't waste anymore time; he jumped up and threw his clothes back on, not bothering to help Yami with his own as the doors opened.
"Yug?!" Jou gasped, as him and everyone else onboard stared at 'Yuugi', who was currently on his hands and knees, pants down around his ankles, face flushed.
Bakura smirked, leaning back against the wall, "He couldn't handle my sexiness, so he felt the need to relieve himself when the elevator broke down," Bakura smirked, walking past Yami and onto the dueling area, noticing the glare Yami sent him, sending it right back with a smirk.
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// Something's not right with Ryou... why is he so quiet? He's usually pretty up and happy... and how did he get out of the hospital so fast? The wound on his arm was pretty bad... the doctor's said he would be there for a week at least! // Yuugi said to Yami, through their mind-link, // And entering the Battle City tournament, AND making it to the finals in ONE NIGHT? Sounds a bit... un-Ryou like...//
// You're right, Aibou, // Yami said softly, watching Ryou, who was standing with his back to him as the elevator ascended to his destination atop the blimp, where the first duel was to start, between Ryou and Yuugi.
"Ryou, are you alright?" Yami asked, now in control of Yuugi's body, "You looked pretty bad before."
"I'm fine, Yuugi," Ryou said softly, though his voice sounded a tad bit off, a little rougher and deeper, and he didn't move in the slightest as he answered Yami's question. Yami narrowed his purple eyes, "Are you sure?" he asked again, hoping maybe he could find out the truth if he kept pressing the issue.
"I said I was fine!" Ryou snapped, and this time Yami knew something was up; it wasn't like Ryou to raise his voice like that, not when he was usually so quiet and shy. Yami gritted his teeth and went over to the control pannel of the elevator, almost slamming his fist down on the red 'Stop' button, smirking a bit as the elevator abruptly stopped. "What are you doing?" Ryou asked, sounding rather angry, his hair spiking up a bit more.
"Getting you to talk," Yami replied, standing infront of him with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes widened as the Millennium Ring materialized around Ryou's neck, shining in the brightly lit elevator. "That's not such a wise idea," Ryou growled, now looking at Yami, his brown eyes narrowed, and a little more evil looking.
// It's Bakura! // Yuugi gasped, // I thought he was sent to the Shadow Realm back in Duelist Kingdom?! //
// He WAS, // Yami agreed, // He must've gotten out... //
"Well, thief," Yami growled a bit, "Nice seeing you again. Are you still after the Millennium Items?"
"And I'm going to tell you anything because?" Bakura snickered, "Really, PHARAOH, you should know by now, I'm not about to tell you anything."
"So you are," Yami smirked, "I know you... you're up to something. You wouldn't just randomly enter a tournament for the fun of it. You'd only do it if there's something you want."
"How smart you are," Bakura smirked right back, leaning back against the wall of the elevator now, arms crossed, "Now, how about letting us get to the top of this thing, so we can duel, and so I can kick your ass?"
"Not likely," Yami replied, glaring at him, "Not until you tell me everything."
"Not even," Bakura hissed, jumping on Yami, pinning him against the wall, a hand around his wasit, the other around his throat, "I have every intention to A. Kill you right here and take your puzzle, or B. Send you to the Shadow Realm and take your puzzle. Or... y'know... I have a better idea..." Bakura trailed off, smirking and leaning down, pressing his lips onto Yami's. Yami's eyes widened considerably, then fluttered closed, a moan escaping his throat at the wonderful feeling of Bakura's lips on his own. Bakura smirked and pulled back, looking at him, "What's wrong, Pharaoh? Having not gotten any in 3000 years catching up to you?"
"Shut it," Yami hissed, pushing Bakura off of him and onto the floor, jumping onto him and kissing him this time, pinning the pale thief's arms above his head, much to Bakura's annoyance. "No way in hell, and I being the uke to YOU," Bakura growled, flipping them over, now having Yami in the posistion he was previously in, "Much better," he smirked, leaning down and kissing Yami.
Yami was too caught up in the moment to complain, the need for release hitting him full on. It had been 3000 years afterall, since he'd last gotten any, as Bakura had put it, and he honestly couldn't even remember if he had ever gotten any, for that matter. Yami pushed all other thoughts aside, focusing solely on Bakura, and the pleasure he was creating.
Bakura pried Yami's mouth open with his tongue, slipping it inside and moaning softly as Yami accepted, kissing him back with an equal amount of passion. Bakura grinded his hips down into Yami's, creating a pleasureable friction. Yami gasped, his head falling back in pleasure. "B-Bakura.." Yami panted slightly, lips slightly parted, as Bakura smirked a bit, snaking a hand down to undo the button and zipper of Yami's tight leather pants, "We should hurry, Pharaoh... we don't have much time before they decide to see what's taking us so long."
Yami nodded, his thoughts jumbled as Bakura slid his leather pants down his smooth thighs, and left them around his ankles. "Hurry," Yami gasped, as Bakura gripped his length, giving it a gentle squeeze. Yami panted, undoing Bakura's jeans in record speed, pushing them down and moaning as Bakura switched their posistions around, so now Bakura was sitting on the floor, his hands on Yami's hips, holding him over his length, Yami's back to him. "Do it.." Yami panted, trying to push himself down onto Bakura's manhood. Bakura grit his teeth, lowering Yami down onto his length, crying out in pleasure at the tightness and heat that surrounded him. "Oh Ra!" Bakura gasped, leaning his head on Yami's shoulder, "Gods damn.. so.. tight... and hot..." he gasped out, his grip on Yami's hips tightening.
Yami panted, groaning as Bakura helped him to raise up, and sink back down onto his engorged length quickly, knowing they needed to hurry if they were to not get caught. Yami reached a hand down to his own neglected length, stroking intime with Bakura's thrusts, panting and moaning out his name. "Harder," Yami panted, "Please... HARDER..."
Bakura groaned, pushing Yami forward onto his hands and knees, thrusting into him harder and faster, and much easier with this new posistion. Bakura gripped Yami's hips, thrusting into him as hard as his body would allow, groaning loudly. "G-Gods... so.. damn close..." Bakura groaned.
"Yuugi! Ryou! Are you guys alright?!" Mokuba's voice came over the intercom, "The elevator stopped for whatever reason, but hold tight, we're starting it up now."
"Hurry..." Yami panted, as the elevator started to head up to the top of the blimp. Bakura panted and sped up his thrusts even more, groaning loudly. He arched his back as he came, panting out Yami's name in his pleasure. Yami groaned loudly at the feeling, before cumming roughly. Bakura didn't waste anymore time; he jumped up and threw his clothes back on, not bothering to help Yami with his own as the doors opened.
"Yug?!" Jou gasped, as him and everyone else onboard stared at 'Yuugi', who was currently on his hands and knees, pants down around his ankles, face flushed.
Bakura smirked, leaning back against the wall, "He couldn't handle my sexiness, so he felt the need to relieve himself when the elevator broke down," Bakura smirked, walking past Yami and onto the dueling area, noticing the glare Yami sent him, sending it right back with a smirk.
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