Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Return of the Demon ❯ Well, what did you expect, after 5000 years? ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Solitaire: Oooookay. Um, I think I confused a lot of people with my summery for the re-post of chapter 2.

Xpyne: We didn't--I didn't--change the story any (I think Soli played with Joey's accent), so nothing's really that different. We're just putting up chapters 1-6 before we post the new chapter 7.

Solitaire: Okay, here's the deal: ALL I changed was--

1) We didn't start making Joey's accent as thick until later chapters (i.e. "that" being "dat", and "can" being "c'n", and stuff like that), so I fooled with his dialogue a tiny bit, though it's probably imperceptible to anyone but me.

2) I took out one or two lines of Joey's where he was thinking how pretty Mai was. Sorry Mai, but it was too mushy, and we need him to like Ryou, not you.

Xpyne: Isn't she annoying (talking about Soli, here). She's gotta change her mind, like, a billion times. Y'all will be happy to know, though, Joey's bisexual. Why? Because we felt like it. Deal with it... I had to.

Solitaire: -_-` You interrupted my list!!

Yami: There's more?!

Yugi: Don't fix what isn't broken.

Xpyne: ::pets Yugi:: That's why he's my favorite. ^____^

Solitaire: You guys keep interrupting me!! >_< Where was I? Oh yeah.

3) I changed Bakura's line (when talking to Ryou back in their cabin on the boat) back to the original way we wrote it in our notebooks--the part about Joey liking what he did as much as Ryou.

Xpyne: @_@`` Enough already!!!!!! Yikes, I gotta start supervising you, Miss. Change-Happy.

Solitaire: ^_^`` That's all I changed, I swear! ::shakes head:: Jeez, I gotta learn when to leave well enough alone. You know what? From this point on, I'm not even gonna say anything when I make changes, because no one will probably even notice anyway. All of you who read this before can just pretend it's a game: find the insignificant crap Solitaire messed with, that she should've just let be, except for her obsession with being an indecisive perfectionist.

Xpyne: ...Okay, well, on with the lemon. And now we return you to your regularly scheduled program (i.e. the original author's notes). Aren't you lucky? You get twice the author's notes for the price of one.

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Solitaire: More reviews! I'm so glad we're not the only ones who think we're funny... ::laughs nervously::

Xpyne: ::snickering:: Yeah, I wasn't sure if anyone else would even appreciate our weirdo humor. ^_^

Solitaire: When we first read RiseAgainPhoenix's review (she asked if Yugi was jacking off), we were like, "Huh? What made her (or him) think that?" Then we read our chapter again, and we still didn't get it--

Yugi: Then Xpyne all of a sudden realized how Seto had walked in on me. ::blushes::

Xpyne: Oh my god, we couldn't stop laughing! Anyway, this is it, the chapter you've all been waiting for! SEX. I wrote all the, uh, dirty parts, so if you like 'em, yeah that's me!! and if you don't-- Solitaire edited! it's her fault!! o_o`

Solitaire: Jeez, it made me blush just typing it!!

Seto: Aren't you the one who re-read those scenes, like, 57 times?

Solitaire: ::sweatdrops:: .............Uh, Yami?

Yami: Solitaire and Xpyne do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, no mater how much they wish they did...

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Chapter 3 - Well, what did you expect, after 5000 years?

Yami Yugi pulled his jacket close against the cold nothingness of the Shadow Realm as he closed his eyes and entered the graveyard. Landing on his knees, he paused a moment to catch his breath. He sighed.

\ No time to rest, I must rescue my grandpa! \ He hauled himself to his feet and began his search.

\\ This way. \\

Soon, he had reached the tomb Bakura had pointed out to him earlier and brought himself inside. Yami Yugi blinked. He didn't understand. Upon entering his grandfather's tomb, he found himself standing in the Turtle Game Shop.

\ Why is my grandpa's worst nightmare here? \

\\ I don't know. Let's just find him and go. \\

\ Mmm hmm. \ Yugi glanced around the shop until he spotted his grandfather's soul sitting behind the counter. Yami Yugi gasped. It was not the man he loved and respected, but a sad, worn down, decrepit facsimile of him. The bell to the shop rang, and a rude voice called out.

"Yo, Gramps! I need more gas money for my hog." Yami Yugi almost fell over in shock.

The rude voice belonged to him, or rather, him if he was a few years and inches bigger, had shaved his head except for his blonde bangs, gotten some piercings and tattoos, and taken to ripping his leather clothes.

"But Yugi, you already took $200 from the cash register last week! I can't afford any m--"

"What you 'can't afford' is to make me unhappy, old man!" The mean Yugi shoved the elderly one back and took a long drag from a cigarette. He blew smoke in the old man's face and stalked away. "I hate you! Why couldn't you have died instead of my parents?!" The angry teen slammed the shop door and took off on his motorcycle.

Yami Yugi approached his grandfather cautiously. "Grandpa?" The older man looked startled.

"Yugi? Is--is that you?" Yami Yugi clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Please grandpa, let me save you! Get you out of here!" The old one seemed surprised and fearful at the show of respect.

"Why do you want to help me? I-I failed you. I didn't raise you right-- and- and now you do drugs and are in a gang with that awful Kaiba boy!"

"No, grandpa, this is a lie." Yami Yugi grasped the sobbing man's shoulders and drew him into the graveyard, one step closer to reality. Solomon seemed to snap out of it a bit once he had left his personal hell.

"Y-Yugi? I don't understand."

"Mr. Pegasus-- he stole your soul and trapped it in a card. Then he destroyed the card, which sent you here. Seto Kaiba and I flew to Midtown Hospital, where your body is--"

"Seto Kaiba! That no good, evil--"

"No Gramps! Kaiba is my friend now. And he's discovered the heart of the cards! Just hand on, and everything will be alright. I'm rescuing you now." Concentrating, he brought them through the vortex to the Shadow Realm, and with a final, great effort, sent his grandpa's soul back.

\ There. It's almost over now. \ Grasping the puzzle, Yugi prepared to travel back to the light realm.

\\ Aibou, I don't think-- \\

\ This is it! \

\\ Wait, Yugi, no! \\

But it was too late, as Yugi had already begun their transverse. The world wavered like a mirage and Yami Yugi clutched his head. The pain was unbearable! Like a rusty chainsaw splitting his brain, he couldn't think, couldn't move.

\ Oh, Yami! What's wrong!! Oh, OWW!!! Please help me! \ he screamed out in excruciation.

\\ Yugi! It's too much! I--I can't bring us back so soon-- I-- NOOOO!!! \\

Yami felt his heart ripping into shreds as Yugi's presence was torn from him. He tried to pull himself together to bring their minds back in one, but the stress was too great--he couldn't handle it. As he felt the blackness swirling in to claim him, his last thought was <I have failed Yugi.>

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As she readied herself for bed in her own room, Mai removed her make up and brushed her hair. Digging through her bag, she scowled. Once she and Honda had hauled the violent yami away from Ryou, he had shaken them off, saying he didn't need to be "manhandled", and that if he seriously wanted to, he could kill either of them quite easily.

Mai rolled her eyes at the memory. <That Bakura can be such a drama queen.> She tossed her bag down in frustration. <Where is my body lotion?!> She had a sneaking suspicion Bakura had been rifling through her purse earlier, but what on earth would he want with her body lotion...?

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The first thing he became aware of when he woke was a throbbing, nauseating pain throughout his body, focused in his head. The second was a heart wrenching ache, a hollowness, a despairing void. He felt as if once, a lifetime ago, he'd had a light that filled his soul and completed him, balancing his mind; and now gone, he had but the memory of a dream. Yami sat up, moaning.

"Ohhh, I haven't had a headache like this since Jono last threw a party--" Yami's eyes flew open. Memories of a past life in Egypt flooded his mind, overwhelming him. He laid back down on the cold earth for a moment, letting the pain die away and the past life he never knew sink in.

\\ I was a pharaoh? And the Shadow Games-- \\ He clutched at his chest and panicked to find nothing there but leather and buckles.

"Where is my Millennium puzzle?!"

The nauseating pain had ebbed away to nearly nothing, but the horrific void and emptiness only grew stronger.

\\ I do not understand what has happened. What is this terrible void and how did I get he-- \\ Knowledge hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Yugi!!!" he yelled. \\ I can't feel him! My light--he's gone! \\

Yami sprang to him feet and looked around. He was in the Shadow Realm, surrounded by a vast darkness, there was nothing---wait. He spotted Yugi face down twenty yards from him. He ran to the smaller boy and grabbed him. As soon as they connected, the millennium puzzle, which still hung from Yugi's neck, began to glow. Yami felt himself completed, the black emptiness filling with light and love.

"Yugi, are you okay?" He hugged his to his chest close.

\ I--I think so. \

\\ Our link is back, yet our bodies remain separate. \\

\ Huh? \

Suddenly Yugi realized he was being held by his Yami. "Yami! You're-- we're-- How?"

"I'm not sure, aibou. I think you overdid it with so many trips through realities and something gave. Our link was shattered! I'm just so glad it re-established itself. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't a part of me!"

Yugi simply curled up in Yami's arms. "Yami, I have a headache."

Yami kissed his light's forehead. \\ Hold on. I'm going to get us out of here. \\

As they passed back into the light world, Yugi cried out mentally from the pain. He opened his eyes to find himself in a fancy room on a giant bed. He felt like throwing up. Luckily, the feeling passed and he sat up.

"Maybe next time you'll listen to me?"

Yugi jumped out of his skin to hear the familiar voice in the flesh rather than inside his head. He turned to stare wide eyed at the taller boy next to him.

"Yami?!" he gasped.

Yami grabbed his lighter half and brought him roughly to his chest. Then he kissed him hard, possessively wrapping his arms around him and running his fingers through his spikey hair. His tongue traced Yugi's mouth, demanding entrance. The young one was surprised to say the least, but willingly obliged, parting his lips for him. Yami's tongue delved in and with a mental smirk he noted the small one tasted like peaches.

\\ I thought I'd lost you. \\

Yugi broke the kiss to pant for air. Yami, meanwhile, covered his jaw and neck with kisses, licks, and nips.

"Never," Yugi moaned, feeling himself harden. He pulled his Yami's face from it's attack on his ear to meet his eyes. "I will always be a part of you!" He paused. "Hey, your eyes are red!" he breathed. Anything else he might have said was forgotten as Yami dipped down for another deep kiss. Yugi, tentatively at first, and then with more confidence, began imitating some of what his dark half was doing, kissing back with equal passion.

As his own hands were groping the other's backside, he felt a slender hand slip over his erection. He moaned into Yami's mouth. Suddenly, Yami stiffened and a split second later, with a glow of the puzzle, vanished. The door flew open and in barged Seto Kaiba. Yugi blinked.

"Uh, hi Seto."

"Yugi! Are you alright? That--scream." Seto touched his forehead. "What took you so long?!" he demanded. Yugi looked flushed.

"I'm sorry, Kaiba," Yugi paused and looked up, raising an eyebrow. "You were worried?" He didn't wait for an answer. "After I sent my grandpa back, I tried to follow, but, um, but the strain was too much and I blacked out. When I woke up, well, everything hurt so I let my yami restore us."

"That mental scream--"

"It is not pleasant to travel between realms," he spoke quietly. Kaiba felt awful. His failure to rescue Mokuba had caused Yugi to experience that agony. He clenched his jaw.

"Yugi, I told you when I first arrived on the island that you would be compensated for your trouble and I renew that promise now. You...you deserve much more than my friendship. In the meantime, do you require anything now? Are you hungry? Is the room suitable? Would you like some pajamas?"

"Seto, your friendship is more than enough! But no, I'm not hungry, just tired, yes this room is fine, and yes, some more comfortable clothes would be great! And where is my grandpa? Is he okay?"

<Yugi in whatever outfit I give him to wear.> Seto's mouth began to water. "I'll find you something. Your grandpa is at the hospital overnight for observation, but he's fine." He rummaged through a bureau drawer until he found some smaller pj's he'd grown out of. They were purple satin with silver trim. Seto gulped and handed them to Yugi.

"They might be a little large," he apologized.

\\ Hmm. I would rather you wore nothing. \\

Yugi giggled. The sound made the brunette freeze. "Thank you," he smiled as he removed his blue jacket and began working on the buttons of his white over shirt. Seto twitched and quickly left the room, closing the door behind him.

He was at once relieved and secretly disappointed that he hadn't put Yugi in a room with security cameras.

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Just as Joey closed his eyes, he heard a loud, muffled scream though the back wall of his cabin. His eyes shot open.

"What was dat?!" He sat up in bed and listened intently for a moment. Nothing. As he was uneasily settling back down to try and sleep once more, he heard the noise again. A feminine, half moan, half scream, this time followed by several short, muffled "Uh!"s. Joey sat in shock. A fierce masculine groan penetrated the thin wall, sounding exerted. The masculine voice continued a string of grunts and groans, each followed by a banging noise.

"Oh my god! Some guy is killin' some poor girl over dere!!" Joey cold sweatdropped. What should he do?? He had to save that poor girl from--

"Oh YES, Oh YES, Oh GOD, YES!!!"

Getting the best sex of her life. He laid back down on his bed frowning, embarrassed he hadn't gotten what was going on from the start. <Some contestants obviously aren't takin' losing the tournament too hard> he thought wryly. <At least they're havin' "fun" on dis trip.> He tried to ignore the rude noises.

BANG!

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!"

<Jeez!> Joey thought, trying to cover his virgin ears with his pillow. It did little to block out the sounds, however. The girl continued screaming her lungs out, with the occasional moan mixed in.

He soon overcame his embarrassment at the vulgar noises and just found them annoying. <Man, that chick can take it!> He wondered what she looked like. Her voice wasn't as high pitched and girlie as Tea's or as sultry and mocking as Mai's. She sounded sonorous, very needy, maybe even foreign. It was hard to tell when her vocabulary was limited to "yes," "more," and "god". Sometimes she even sounded a little pained, like she was getting banged so hard it hurt.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

<How da heck am I supposed 'ta get any sleep around here??> Joey was embarrassed to admit he was a little jealous. She sounded hot. He heard the man's voice again, growling.

"That's right, tmfftrr, -ake it, bitch!!"

"Ohhhh!!!!"

Suddenly Joey couldn't take it any more. He pounded on the wall that separated them. "Hey! Keep it down in there! Some people are tryin' ta sleep!!" he hollered. Joey expected to be ignored, maybe. Or perhaps they'd quiet it down a bit. Maybe they'd even stop. <Yeah, like I'd stop if I had a girl shriekin' like dat.> Anything but what happened. The blonde almost fell out of his bed in shock when he heard an angry man yell back at him.

"You keep it down! Some people are trying to FUC--" The voice was cut off like someone had shoved something over his mouth. Quiet, muffled voices argued. A cold feeling filled Joey's gut as it occurred to him: I know dat voice... I've heard it before, I'm sure! He couldn't place it. That is, until he heard it again, loudly.

"I'll make as much damn noise as I please, Ryou!"

<OH. MY. GOD!!! Yami Bakura--and Bakura!!!>

"But Yami, it's rude--Ohh!!"

Joey's brain wouldn't work. The look on his face was hilarious. <This ain't happenin'...!>

He could tell Ryou was trying to muffle his voice as he moaned and screamed, probably with a pillow. He wasn't succeeding very well. Joey buried his own head under his pillow, feeling like the red would never leave his face. Plugging his ears and whimpering, he finally managed to drift off to sleep, desperately wishing he hadn't banged on the barrier and thereby exposed himself to a wealth of mental images.

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Yugi finished removing his shirt and sat in silence for a while, listening to Seto's retreating footsteps.

\ Yami, I... I think I'm falling in love with Seto. \

\\ I think perhaps I already have... \\

"But I am positive I am in love with you, little one," Yami finished huskily, pulling Yugi close. He studied the smaller boy's face with half lidded eyes for a moment before leaning in to lick from Yugi's chin to his ear. Yugi shivered in anticipation. His dark half was unbuckling his form-fitting black top with one hand while groping his back with the other. Yami growled and pushed the other flat on the bed. Ripping the last buckle open, he narrowed his eyes.

"Until today, I had actually liked you in lots of metal and leather."

He pulled the offending garment from him then straddled him, running his long, slender fingers over the expanse of Yugi's smooth stomach and chest. Yugi squirmed and giggled as Yami's fingers tickled his sensitive sides but gasped when his thumbs rubbed over his nipples roughly. The former pharaoh leaned in for a kiss, continuing the hard, circular motions over the peaked nubs. Yugi moaned into his mouth and arched up. As their clothed members connected, Yami bit down on Yugi's lower lip and groaned.

Sitting back, he quickly began removing his clothes, Yugi helping. Yami rolled off of him to squirm out of his extremely tight pants after kicking off his boots. Just as he finished, an already nude Yugi attacked him, his left arm around his Yami's neck, trapping his head to his mouth and his right hand grasped his length and stroked hard. He tangled his shorter legs with Yami's and continued to massage and stroke him with one small hand. Groaning, Yami thrust into his light's hand while sucking on his neck. Not one to be dominated, Yami pulled his light's wonderful little fingers from himself and kissed each as he rolled Yugi onto his back again. Settling between the boy's legs, he trailed kissed down from his jaw, flicking his tongue out to tease his other's sensitive skin and nipples. His path continued southward and Yugi's breath was coming in short, ragged gasps.

Yami swirled his tongue in and out, probing the other's navel, imitating the motion he planned on teaching the smaller boy tonight. He grasped Yugi's narrow hips and leaned over him. drawing his skilled tongue slowly along the length of his lover. The boy twitched and whimpered. The darker one curled his tongue around him and sucked gently on the head of Yugi's member. Yugi nearly sat up as he thrashed a bit, and clenched his little fists in the silky spikes of his other.

"Yami!" he panted breathlessly, "You are a tease!"

As that, the pharaoh swiftly swallowed his arousal deep throating him. The sudden flood of sensation caused Yugi to cry out and he thrust upward into that wet heat.

"Oh, Yami, oh!"

\\ Someone beautiful once told me I shouldn't tease. \\

Yugi couldn't hold still. He had never felt so incredibly horrible and wonderful at the same time. The pleasure was driving him over the edge. It felt so excruciatingly good, but he needed more. Twisting about and toes curling, he couldn't stop the panted moans and gasps from escaping his throat. His fists were buried in his Yami's hair, trying to pull him even closer. Any inch of space between them was torture; he needed to be one with his dark half.

Yami sucked hard on his light, his cheeks hollowing as he worked the young one's arousal. He had to fight the urge to bite down, however, when the writhing boy's foot found his pleasure's focal point. Yugi began to rub the top of his foot against the pharaoh's heat. Yami moaned and the vibration sent sparks through Yugi's system.

"Yami, please, I, want, more, I! need, more! please, Yami!"

Yugi gasped as the cold air hit his wet cock and he felt himself being pulled up into his yami's embrace by his hips. Once plastered against his chest, Yugi kissed every inch of skin his lips could find, savoring the throaty moans of the darker one. Yami, however, pulled himself away, stealing wet kisses as he climbed off the large bed.

"Wha? Where are you going?" Yugi whimpered a bit. Yami pressed his lips hard to Yugi's and stroked his backside.

\\ To find lubrication. I need to be inside you! \\

\ I love you. \ His yami parted from him reluctantly.

"I love you, too, my light." And with that he turned and rummaged through a nightstand drawer. Not finding what he sought, he slammed it shut and tried another. Growling, Yami shoved that one closed as well and crossed the room. Raking through yet another drawer's contents, he slammed his fist in frustration.

"Where does Kaiba keep his lotion? What if you had dry skin, Yugi? He would allow you to sit here in pain?!" Yami narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth at the thought. Yugi couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Yami, calm down. Dry skin wouldn't kill me!" He giggled. "Why don't you look in the bathroom?" he suggested.

"Hunh." Yami nodded and went into the spacious bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. He made a mental note to himself to show Yugi how large the bathtub was...

Yugi, meanwhile, sat on the bed and held himself, unable to get the extremely sexy image of an angry, naked, protective, naked, sweaty, and did I mention naked, Yami out of his mind. He closed his large eyes and waited impatiently.

\ Hurry. \ he demanded. His Yami in the other room grinned.

\\ I found some! I am coming. \\ He reentered the bedroom with the lotion in hand, triumphant grin on face.

"Yugi, we are already one in soul," he kissed his hikari passionately. "Prepare to become one in body as well."

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Kaiba paced in his bedroom, unable to sleep. Something was bothering him about his interaction with Yugi Muto earlier. What had he said? That his Yami had restored them? What was he talking about? Kaiba knew there were two sides to Yugi--that there was even a second presence in him--but there weren't actually two separate people--were there?

The erection he'd finally fought down came back full force as he imagined the taller, more confident Yami Yugi sliding into him from behind, and the young, more innocent Yugi, already at the right height, taking him into his mouth. Seto groaned and clamped his hand over his hardness. Knowing he's never will this one away after that fantasy, he stumbled into his large bathing room and stood over his tub. Fumbling with his zipper, he finally freed his burgeoning arousal and stroked himself roughly. As he stroked himself, he imagined that it was Yugi's little pink mouth he was pummeling. He felt the sweat trickling down his forehead and in his mind's eye the Yami claimed his lips and stroked him now. He could almost imagine he felt Yami Yugi's pleasure in his mind, that they were in ecstasy, and the thought drove him over the edge. He came in his hand, moaning "Yugi" into the still air of his bathroom. Once he had recovered, he cleaned up and tucked himself back into his expensive slacks. He returned to his room and flopped onto his bed, sighing.

<Yes, Yugi had seemed flushed when I came into the room-- I'm not imagining it.> Seto sat up and frowned. He remembered how Yami had mentioned Yugi needed to be taken care of. He also remembered how Yugi <Oh god, how can I ever forget> had a peach. And only a peach, almost all day. <Pegasus is such an asshole.> he fumed <He doesn't provide food for his duelists and tournament novices like Yugi and his friends come unprepared.>

He got up and stormed out of his bedroom and headed towards his kitchen. <Yugi has to be hungry--it isn't right to have hardly any food all day.> Seto scowled at the contents of his refrigerator. <I have no idea what kind of food Yugi likes.> He searched through the humongous appliance, pulling out various items. <There. He'll have to like at least something I bring him... I hope he's not asleep. I don't want to have to wake him up, but he needs to eat. He's so small and seems...delicate almost.>

Seto didn't know where these protective instincts for anyone but his brother were coming from, but he knew he had to take care of Yugi now or he'd never get to sleep. <What if he's up there starving? Too polite to come ask me for food at this late hour?> He could practically sense Yugi's distress. <He's waiting up there, hungry, for me right now-- I hope he likes sushi, Raman, cold cuts, oatmeal, or fruit.> he thought, piling various edibles onto a tray. He took a deep breath. <Stop acting like such an obsessive woman. Just go up there and offer the boy some food. That's it.> he ordered himself.

Closing his eyes, he took another deep breath and started up the stairs. At least he didn't feel like Yugi was waiting for something anymore. He stopped in front of Yugi's door. <Just relax and go in there.> As he stood there second guessing himself, he thought he heard a muffled 'thump' through the mahogany door.

His blood froze as the thumping continued. <Oh my god. Yugi!> Seto threw open the door and nearly ran into the room. And then he dropped the tray of food.

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As soon as Ryou shut the door he heard Bakura's voice behind him.

"Take off your clothes, Ryou."

Swallowing thickly, the softer one turned and obediently pulled his sweater over his head, mussing his hair. Bakura was leaning back on his elbows, watching appraisingly from the bed. Next Ryou removed his shoes and socks, taking the time to place his white sneakers neatly side by side. His Yami snorted, startling him.

"Ryou, you are such a girl."

Ryou blinked. Unable to think of a response, he sighed and nervously began unbuttoning his shirt. As his fingers undid the last button, Bakura sat up. "Come here," he commanded.

Hesitantly, Ryou came to stand in front of him. The dark Bakura ran his fingertips over his other's pale, flawless chest, then down his stomach, the muscles quivering under his touch.

"Very nice" he murmured as he bent and flicked his tongue in and out of his light's navel, causing him to shudder and gasp. With a self-satisfied smirk, he straightened and tweaked the other's nipples, eliciting a sort of squeak from Ryou. He sent the boy back to the center of the room with an uncharacteristically gentle shove before settling on the bed again.

"Continue."

Flushed slightly, Ryou shrugged out of his shirt and bent to pull off his pants and underwear. Straightening, he stood there self-consciously, afraid to move, lest he do something wrong and incur his yami's wrath. Bakura got up and circled his appreciatively, taking in the other's obvious excitement.

"Well, it's nice to know I won't have to rape you, at least," he mused wickedly. Ryou blushed brightly. Circling him once more, Bakura frowned. "You'll have to take off that ring, though..."

The gentler one paled. <Has all this merely been a trick to get my millennium ring?> "But--"

His Yami growled impatiently. "I'm not going to steal your ring," he snapped, guessing his thoughts, "I just don't want it..." He waved his hand dismissively as he searched for the right words. "...Getting in the way."

Ryou glanced down at the ring, then back up at his other apprehensively.

"What's the matter?" the dark one goaded with a smirk. "Don't you trust the word of a thief?"

Gulping, Ryou fingered the millennium item. He knew it was a very bad idea, but part of him wanted so much to be able to trust his Yami... He also feared that Bakura would become angry and violent if he didn't comply. Sighing, he lowered his head. <What choice do I have?> Tentatively, he removed the ring.

The tomb raider smiled approvingly. "Now get on your knees."

Ryou did as he was told and his other undressed quickly, flinging his cardigan across the room distastefully. "Once we get back home, you're going shopping."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Ryou's mouth. His Yami hated that cream colored sweater, and never missed an opportunity to tell him so; he said it made him look like a sissy.

Bakura took something from the pocket of his pants, concealing it in his hand, before throwing the article of clothing onto the growing pile in the middle of the room. He crossed over to Ryou and looked hungrily down at him.

"Hmm, where to begin?"

Ryou was extremely nervous. He was terrified he's do something wrong and Bakura would get mad at him, so instead he just knelt there, stiff and unmoving. Bakura leaned down and kissed him bruisingly hard. When he had finished tasting his light, he stood again, bringing his arousal level with Ryou's face.

"Suck, he commanded. The lighter one leaned forward and took the head of his soon-to-be lover into his mouth.

<Hmm. This isn't so bad.> He swirled his tongue around experimentally, testing for reactions. Bakura groaned and grabbed Ryou's head for support. <I suppose I must be doing something righ--!> His train of thought was abruptly cut off as Bakura yanked his face forward, forcing his member into the gentler boy's throat.

"Mmf! -ack- akch!" Ryou was choking on the length that overfilled his mouth. The tight, convulsing motions of the boy gagging and swallowing on his member caused Bakura to moan loudly. Ryou tried to pull away, but his yami's hands gripping the back of his head held him in place.

\ Yami! Please-- I can't breathe! \

\\ Come on, Ryou, suck harder! \\

\ CAN'T BREATHE! \

Bakura rolled his eyes and reluctantly released Ryou's imprisoned head. His light fell over sputtering and wheezing.

"Damn it, Ryou, can't you breath through your nose?" he complained. Ryou shot him a dirty look from the floor.

"Maybe I could if it wasn't full of blood clots."

The dark one made an exasperated noise. He grabbed his other by his upper arms and pulled him to his feet. "Okay, fine. I'll teach you how to do that later." He shoved Ryou onto the bed and whipped out a bottle of lotion, grinning. Ryou blinked.

"Where did you get that?"

Ignoring him, Bakura crawled from the foot of the bed up until he was situated above the doe eyed boy, whose snowy locks were splayed out on the navy pillow case like a halo.

"This is going to hurt you."

<With you it always does...> Ryou thought a bit sadly.

Bakura was taken aback. He pretended he hadn't heard his light's private thought and busied himself by lathering up his sex with lotion. Biting his lower lip, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty... <Is that what my light thinks? That I always hurt him? I--I will make him enjoy this.> A sensual smirk played on his features. <Yes, tonight my light will scream--but for entirely new reasons.> Ryou noticed the look on his Yami's face.

"Oh dear. What are you sm--oh!" Bakura dipped down and took his light's heat into his skilled mouth. He sucked hard and deep. The pale boy beneath him seemed to be in utter shock. His breathing was ragged and he was making little keening noises as he gripped the sheets. Bakura let his other's member slide out of his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, before blowing air on Ryou's wet arousal, just to be mean. Ryou jumped and whimpered a bit. Bakura trailed his tongue slowly along his length.

"Oh, please, please, more, now," he breathed in a half whisper. The dark one leered. He swallowed the angelic boy deep in his throat. It wasn't long before Ryou screamed with his release.

"Yeah, you like that, bitch?"

Ryou panted. \ ...What did you call me? \

\\ I called you a bitch. \\

"Because you're my bitch, bitch." His yami spanked him. Ryou squeaked and tried to give him a dirty look.

"That was one pathetically executed 'scathing glare,' Ryou," Bakura commented while he rubbed an excess amount of lotion on his hands and arousal. Ryou closed his eyes.

"Well, it's rather hard to be mad at you after you just--ahhhhh!!!!" Bakura had shoved three fingers up Ryou's ass. He then thrust his fingers in and out of his gentler half.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" Ryou groaned each time his Yami thrust his hand.

\ Ow, Yami, that hurts! \

\\ Ryou, I'm s-s-sor... Jesus, I'm trying to prepare you. \\ Removing his fingers, he slid his head into his light. Taking a deep breath and pausing a moment for control, Bakura plunged into the other.

"Oh!" Ryou whimpered, biting back a cry. He had to try and please his dark half. <He did sort of try and apologize for the discomfort.> Bakura slowly began thrusting into his light. Ryou winced. Bakura was grunting and obviously restraining himself with great difficulty. The flimsy cabin bed shook with every stroke and the headboard hit the wall each time.

BANG!

Gradually, as he stretched and adjusted, the pain began to lessen. It even started to feel kinda good. Weird, but good. His yami altered his position a bit. The next stroke rubbed against a bundle of nerves Ryou never knew he had. He gasped. Bakura's face lit up.

"You like that, huh?" He thrust into that spot again. Ryou moaned.

"Oh, yes!" Bakura hit it again.

"Louder," he growled.

"Oh YES, Oh YES, Oh GOD, YES!!!"

The tomb raider hadn't actually expected Ryou to comply, but here he was, screaming and thrashing. <How...incredibly hot!> He quickened his pace and began pounding into the boy with more fervor. Ryou had worked up another erection, and Bakura grasped it and stroked it roughly.

He rode his light hard for several minutes, working him. The slightly smaller boy shrieked and moaned. After what seemed an eternity of torturous ecstasy, Ryou felt the pressing need in his lower abdomen was going to overwhelm him. He arched his slender back and screamed for all he was worth as he came.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

The tight clenching of his muscles around Bakura's shaft was too much for him, and with a strangled groan, he thrust once more and released. He collapsed on top of his white haired angel.

"Mmm," he murmured, cuddling up to Ryou. "That was--" He was interrupted by a rude pounding from the other side of the wall. A man's voice yelled at him.

"Hey! Keep it down in there! Some people are tryin' ta sleep!!" With a growl, Bakura sat up and yelled back.

"You keep it down! Some people are trying to FUC--" Ryou clamped his hand over his yami's mouth.

"Yami!" he chastised in a loud whisper. He was blushing bright red. "You shouldn't be so--so nasty!"

"Nasty? Please, if you think that's nasty--" he scoffed.

"Well, we should try and by quieter; the other people on the boat--" Ryou scolded.

"I'll make as much damn noise as I please, Ryou!" he hollered.

"But Yami, it's rude--ohh!" His protest was cut short by his Yami sucking on one nipple. The urge to moan and cry out was overpowering as the dark one set to work again. He grabbed a pillow and covered his face with it.

\\ Oh, you think that's gonna help, do you? I'm going to make you scream so loud the mattress over your head wouldn't help! \\

"Mmff lea mmssah!"

"What?" Bakura nipped at his neck. Ryou lifted the pillow a bit and peeked out from

under it.

"I said, 'Please do'!"

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<"Yugi, we are already one in soul. Prepare to become one in body as well.">

At his yami's words, Yugi quivered with anticipation.

"Oh, yes, Yami, please!"

His little light, begging him like that, was so hot Yami felt himself twitch. He climbed on top of the willing boy and slathered lotion generously onto his member.

\\ I love you so much, aibou, but I'm afraid this will hurt you. \\

Yugi groaned and arched up, grinding himself against Yami.

\ As long as you love me, there is nothing you could do that would truly hurt me. \

\\ Little one, that is very sweet, but this will hurt at first. I assure you that each time we do this it will get easier until there is only pleasure. \\

\ We can do this again, right? \ his light sounded hopeful.

\\ Trust me, we will do this many times again. \\ He slipped one lubricated finger into Yugi. He accepted it well enough, leaning up to kiss Yami's exposed nipple. This elicited a groan from the dark one and he ground his hips into his light's, adding a second finger to the first. Yugi shifted against the tightness. His eyes met his Yami's.

<There is such innocence and trust in his eyes. I swear, he will enjoy this.> Yami vowed mentally and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Sliding a third finger into his lover, he watched anxiously as Yugi's brow furrowed and he bit his delicious lower lip.

"I-I'm okay," he whispered, "just...getting used to it."

"Relax, aibou," Yami soothed. Despite his burgeoning desire, he was not going to take his angel's virginity until he had prepared him as much as possible. He gently thrust his fingers in and out of Yugi's tight passage. <If just my fingers are a bit much for him...> Yami frowned as he glanced at his rather large arousal. But soon Yugi was able to relax and was even starting to move his hips in time with Yami's probing hand.

Yami smirked and curled his fingers, hitting the right spot. Yugi let out a strangled yelp and his amethyst eyes rolled back in his head. Iron control wearing thin, he removed his hand and positioned himself at his light's entrance. Sliding his lotion slick head into his small lover, he bit hard on his lip to stop form ripping into the teen with the full force of his passion. He tasted blood, but didn't let up, as the distraction was the only thing keeping him to the necessarily slow pace at which he was entering Yugi.

Yugi's face contorted some at the pain that bit into him, yet the feeling was incredible. The fullness, the completeness: it was what he so hungrily yearned. He squeezed his eyes shut and panted as his Yami finished the torturously slow stroke and stilled inside him. The pulling and stretching stung and his whole body felt like it was throbbing. Gradually, he could feel his muscles relax and was no longer so uncomfortable.

\ I'm ready, Yami. \ He opened his eyes and stared up at Yami. The dark one had tears in his crimson eyes and a trickle of liquid the same color seeping from his mouth.

"I love you; please don't be sad! I'm so sorry--I'm not doing something right, am I?" Fear flooded his features as he gazed into his dark half's lust clouded eyes.

"No! You are perfect. I am only fearing damaging you." He licked his aibou's lips as he leaned forward, pushing himself a little deeper. "You are bringing me unhealthy amounts of joy." He stoked his tongue against Yugi's and raked it along the smaller teen's white teeth. He started moving, slowly at first, thrusting deep into his light, who bucked his hips wildly in response. Yami, encouraged by Yugi's obvious pleasure, began to ride him faster. The angel was making needy little keening noises, which served to turn Yami on even more, if it was possible. He ground into him harder, shaking the massive bed.

::THUMP::

Yugi moaned loudly, pressure building in his abdomen.

::THUMP::

Yami held his hips bruisingly tight, guiding his light's hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

::THUMP::

Yugi screamed as Yami slammed into him, jabbing his pleasure spot with every stroke; the angle was perfect.

::THUMP::

Yami was vaguely aware of the door busting open, but any curiosity this evoked was instantly forgotten as Yugi screamed again as he came, his muscles clenching around the pharaoh as he thrust violently again.

::THUMP::

The crash and clatter of metal on hardwood invaded Yami's passion soaked senses. He growled and whipped his head around to glance in the direction of the rude noises. Yugi, riding the waves of pleasure his orgasm produced, wouldn't have noticed if the mansion collapsed around them, but Yami, sweating, naked, achingly hard, and embedded in his light stared wide-eyed into the shocked ice blues across the room.

\\ Oh. It's Seto. Shit. \\

Yugi, still oblivious, moaned and clasped his miniature hands over his yami's firm, exposed ass. This, combined with the rush of emotions he was experiencing at the sight of Seto Kaiba in his moment of lust and, of course, being buried in Yugi's tight sheath sent him over the edge. Breaking his gaze from Seto's, he threw back his regal head and choked down a scream as he came into Yugi with one last thrust.

::THUMP::

Kaiba bolted from the room and it was Yugi's turn to stare, aghast. Propped up on his elbows as Yami finished, his violent eyes remained glued to the spot in which Seto had stood, mouth hanging open.

\ Did he just--did he just see us--do that?!? \

It took Yami a minute to respond. Breathing heavily, he rolled off of his hikari.

\\ Yes. \\

Yami climbed laboriously out of bed and walked over to the mess on the floor.

"I think he was bringing you food, aibou."

"...How thoughtful of him. I am a little hungry."

Yami picked up the spilled items and gathered them on the platter. "It's mostly still good-- but you're not eating sushi that's been on the ground," he warned. Yugi pouted.

"I'm sure Seto keeps his floors clean..."

Yami shook his head. Yugi sighed and grabbed the bowl of Raman, which hadn't spilled much when it fell. He picked at it with his fingers and devoured the noodles quickly.

"Only 'a little' hungry?" Yami ribbed. As he finished slurping up the noodles, Yugi stuck his tongue out at Yami and snatched a banana from the now disorderly tray his darker half held.

"Careful, aibou," he cautioned, his face serious, "your body needs to rest and suggestive fruit may force me to forget this was your first time."

Yugi blushed and stifled a snicker. Staring at his Yami with wide, innocent eyes, his gaze never wavered as he slid the yellow fruit's length in and out of his small mouth. Yami growled and pulled him close.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he advised. Scooping his little light into his arms, he carried him to the bathroom and laid him in the tub.

"You don't need to baby me!" Yugi chided.

"I'm only making sure you take it easy after all your... exertions," he smirked. Turning on the hot water, he climbed in behind the other, setting him between his legs. He skimmed his mouth over the smaller boy's silky skin as he washed them, frequently detouring to brush his lips against the other's in feather gentle kisses. When they had finished, Yami lifted Yugi to his feet and dried him with a soft towel. As Yami carried him back into the bedroom, Yugi crinkled his nose.

"You didn't break me, you know." But he allowed Yami to slip the satiny purple pajamas on him anyway.

Yugi curled up against Yami under the covers. Sighing sleepily, he murmured, "What are we going to do about Seto? How do we explain?"

Yami kissed his little angel on the forehead. "I don't know, love; let's just get some sleep for now."

Yugi mumbled what Yami took to be his incoherent consent before drifting off into a well-earned slumber. Yami sighed. Just what were they going to say to Seto in the morning? \\ Want to join us next time? \\ The thought made a smile tug at his lips as he, too, drifted to sleep.

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Solitaire: (feeling inadequate) Wow. I wrote, like, none of this entire chapter. Well, I did manage to write that first page of Ryou/Bakura before I got squeamish and shoved it off on Xpyne...

Xpyne: Well Solitaire, you typed it. God knows there's no way in hell I would have typed it... Yeah, uh, I've done some solo work, but hell if I'm gonna type it. I don't type… If anyone's interested, you can beg Solitaire. Everyone: thank Solitaire for typing this.

Yugi/Yami/Seto/Mai/Ryou/Bakura/Honda/Tea: Thanks! Good job!

Xpyne: ::coughs and prods Joey with stick:: Joey?

Joey:: ...Yeah, I guess this story is okay.

Yami: ::picks Yugi up so he's level with Joey::

Yugi: ::smacks Joey upside the head::

Joey: Ow! It's getting better, I'll give you that.

Solitaire: ::glares at Joey:: Okay, well, things even out because the next chapter is almost all me. I handle set up and clean up, while Xpyne handles the 'dirty' work. Coming up: the 'morning after's!

Xpyne: Ooh, ooh! But before the morning after can come, we must have (dun dun DUN) 'Seto's reaction'!! Plus ::big grin:: here's a shameless plug for my as-of-yet-unwritten Ancient Egyptian story. It's beginning is in the next chapter...you'll see. ^_~ Details on that later, cause these author ramblings are getting rather lengthy.

Seto: Does anyone even read this part?

Solitaire: ::blinks:: I always do.

Yugi: Well I hope they do; otherwise everyone would miss me saying a dirty word: MUD!

Yami: Hahahaha, oh Ra!

Everyone else: O.o``

Xpyne: (whispers) For some reason, Yami always finds Yugi funny, no matter how dumb he is... Kinda like Solitaire and me! ^_^ Well, til next time, review, review, review!!

Joey: Review whore.