Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Return of the Demon ❯ Sexual Harassment ( Chapter 7 )

Xpyne: Woo hoo! First new chapter in, like, a billion years!!

Solitaire: Hey, well, we were sick last week. v_v

Xpyne: Yeah, Soli had some flu thingy, and my brother had some stomach infection thingy...I was pretty much doomed.

Yugi: I like it when you're sick.

Everyone: ::gasps:: O_O

Yugi: ~_~` Not because I want her to be sick, but because when she stays home from school, she works on the story!

Solitaire: True. Okay, well, I have five words for this chapter: uke Seto and Joey torture. What more could you want? ::evil grin::

Joey: ::mutters to himself:: And they wonder why I don't like their story...

Yugi: It's okay, Joey, they torture me, too. And here I'd been thinking I was safe...

Solitaire: I just wanted to be the one to point out that I'm the only person I've EVER seen use the phrase 'throes of passion' with the correctly spelled wording. XP

Yami: Throes vs. throws...there is a difference. No one cares besides the grammar queen, here, but she figured she'd educate the populous anyway.

Solitaire: ^_^

Xpyne: Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!! I was laughed at and made fun of, but people actually liked my gangster names. ::rolls on the ground laughing to herself::

Darkside: She really is disturbed, isn't she?

Lil' Angel: ::nods solemnly::

Solitaire: Oh! Guess what I've acquired since our last "real" post--Yami and Seto action figures!!

Xpyne: Those fools at Mattel--they made Yami in a squatting ready-to-wrap-his-legs-around-and-rape ::cough:: I mean...yeah, rape-Seto position.

Solitaire: They fit together so well, you have to literally pry them apart. ^_~ And I got the Dark Magician action figure, too.

Yugi: Why don't they make a 'Yugi' action figure? >_<

Solitaire: They do--they're called Quints. ::laughs manically::

Yugi: ::confused:: What's a Quint?

Xpyne: ::smacks Soli:: He is not a Quint!!! ::indignantly:: Quints are these little midget baby toys that come in a group of five, hence the name 'Quints', and have big purple eyes. ::hangs head:: Um, yeah, I used to collect them--when I was, like, seven!

Yugi: ::indignant:: I'm not a Quint!!

Yami: ::indignant:: I don't fuck three year olds!

Bakura: Yeah, but thirteen year olds are okay?

Yugi: I'm fifteen!! And look who's talking! Ryou and Joey are the same age as me!

Ryou and Joey: o_O`

Seto: Right, well, let's stop this conversation... I think perhaps it's time to get on with the story. I put up with Xpyne for six chapters--it's time I got my lemon!

Solitaire: I couldn't agree more. Xpyne and I do not own Yugioh, otherwise they'd be making action figures that you can undress. ::mumbles:: Damn Mattel, damn them!

Everyone: ::sniggers::

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Chapter 7 - Sexual Harassment

Mokuba tried to pout, as neither Seto nor Yami would tell him what had been said, but it was impossible to do so convincingly when a jaw splitting yawn interrupted him.

"I think it's time you went to bed, little brother."

Mokuba nodded sleepily. "Yeah ::yawn:: Seto, I'm real tired."

"Really tired," Seto corrected. Unfazed, Mokuba nodded.

"Uh huh. Really real tired!" Seto rolled his eyes and made an exasperated noise. It wasn't worth it to try and fix his brother's grammar this late at night.

He reached out and took Mokuba's tiny hand. He loved the way the boy's stubby little fingers just curled around his larger hand so securely and trustingly. The trio trooped back to the mansion, wrapped in towels and carrying their clothes.

Kaiba glanced over at the small spikey haired teen. He had to repress a snicker. Yami was practically drowning in the folds of a towel that was obviously too big for him. It bunched up over his shoulders and trailed behind him on the ground. <Adorable.> he thought. A wave of nervousness washed over him. <What are we going to do tonight?> Mental images of possible answers flooded his mind.

"Mmmm..." Seto murmured absently, fantasizing about Yami's shapely legs, wrapped around his--

"Seto?" the deep, sensual voice interrupted his pleasurable thoughts. Yami raised an eyebrow.

"Yes?" Kaiba was glad the setting sun's orange rays would hide his pink cheeks. Yami only smirked, and walked a little closer to his koi.

At the house, Seto kissed Mokuba on the cheek and sent him to his room to shower and then come back down for dinner. The black haired boy nodded with half lidded eyes and took off for his room.

"How much do you want to bet he's not even going to shower before he goes to bed?"

"The Game King doesn't take losing bets," came the arrogant reply. Seto turned to the diminutive one.

"Would you like something to eat?" he inquired.

"I don't need to eat. But you must."

"Is that so?" Seto moved into Yami's personal space, forcing him to look up to keep eye contact. "What if I just want to skip right to dessert?" The other smiled.

"Have dinner...I want your energy level up." Kaiba, to Yami's extreme surprise, scooped him up and pressed his lips to his. The former pharaoh wrapped his arms around Seto's neck and his legs around his waist, and deepened the kiss. His towel dropped unnoticed to the ground. Kaiba moaned against Yami's probing tongue and gripped him tightly. The brunette released the dark one, knowing if he didn't now, he'd never make it to the kitchen. As it was, having the intense boy's apparent arousal slide against his side as Yami dropped down was torture. He strode into the kitchen, Yami on his heels, and threw some chicken onto a plate. Putting it in the microwave, he noticed Yami give him a strange look.

"Why did you--" The boy jumped back warily, his crimson eyes wide as the box glowed and hummed.

::DING!::

Seto removed his now steaming meat. Yami's eyebrows shot up.

"Hunh."

Seto chuckled. "Doesn't Yugi have a microwave?"

"My-crow-wave," he repeated, testing out the word. "I do not know. I have never been out of the puzzle at his house." (A/N, Xpy: For those of you who are going "Yuh-huh!" right now, let me remind you when at Yugi's house he dueled Pegsy, he didn't turn into Yami-Yugi until after he was in the Shadow Realm, and reverted back as soon as meanie Pegasus snitched Grandpa's soul. We're only going by the tv show, so therefore, I'm right! XP)

"Really?" For some reason this surprised Kaiba. He popped some chicken into his mouth and poured himself a glass of milk. Yami nodded.

"My first summoning was at KabiaCorp., when we dueled. Yugi has only tapped into my power to duel with one exception--once, he and Tea were attacked by a mugger...and I could not allow either of them to be harmed, so I took control of my own accord." Yami threw an arm possessively around Seto's hips. "I protect my friends and loved ones."

"Really?" <I like the sound of that.> "Well I don't need protection," Kaiba said, a slight taunt in his tone.

"Oh, yes you do," Yami deadpanned solemnly. "Yugi kicks in his sleep."

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Ryou sighed as he closed the door behind himself, locking it. He was hungry, tired, and a little sunburned, but he didn't want to go to sleep with Bakura still brooding. Whenever he went ahead and slept during one of Bakura's "moods", he was pretty sure his other secretly felt ignored, because he'd always be twice as pissed at Ryou in the morning.

The tomb raider hadn't said a word since declaring he was sick of everyone and returning to the ring. Even in the car when Joey had leaned hesitantly towards Ryou, brushing his ivory hair behind his ear to murmur a quiet apology for almost drowning Bakura--Ryou had shivered at the warm breath on his neck and thought surely his yami would have something to say, whether mocking or angry, but his other remained stubbornly silent, shut up in his soul room.

Ryou wasn't stupid enough or suicidal enough to try to enter his yami's soul room to talk to him. As he set about finding something to eat, he hummed softly to himself. Bakura would come out when he was good and ready.

Digging through the refrigerator, Ryou wrinkled his nose in distaste. While he'd been away the past week, his leftovers had apparently outlived their shelf-lives. He sighed and decided spaghetti would be the quickest, easiest meal to make. He pulled out the last edible tomato and some parsley.

He was bringing water to a boil for the noodles when he suddenly heard the sound of someone behind him storming down the hallway towards his bedroom. He cringed as he heard the door slam violently. His yami did not sound happy at all.

Ryou let his eyes drift to the pot, watching but not seeing the noodles swirl round and round as he stirred the water. Would--what if his dark half took to abusing him again? He knew Bakura could never love a weakling like him, but Ryou had taken his behavior on the boat last night as a sign that he at least tolerated him. But what if it hadn't meant anything to Bakura? What if his yami was just using him to satisfy his own desires or, worse yet, acquire the millennium ring? He willingly admitted it to himself: he loved Bakura. But he still feared him. What if--

"What are you doing?" the dark one asked curiously, his voice surprisingly soft. Nevertheless, Ryou jumped. He turned to find Bakura leaning over his shoulder. Their faces were inches apart, but the fiend made no move to back up. Ryou swallowed.

"I'm making spaghetti."

Bakura cast a doubtful glance down at the pot. "It doesn't look very appetizing."

The corner of Ryou's mouth turned upwards. His yami wasn't screaming; not screaming was good. "That's because it's not done, yet. Would you like me to make you some, too?"

The other straightened finally, shaking his head. "I don't eat. I'll just steal some of yours."

Ryou nodded with a quiet smile, turning the heat down to low before moving to the cutting board. Bakura followed him closely, continuing to hover behind him, staring over his shoulder. The gentler one held the tomato in his left hand and reached for the knife when he flinched suddenly, hand stopping midair.

< "Now will you consent to travel to the Duelist Kingdom, or not?" The cool steel of the blade in his hand pressing ever so slightly to his own wrist, blue veins prominent through the pale skin. Previously unable to physically separate from him, Bakura had devised other ways to "persuade" Ryou. "I'm beginning to think another 5000 years, trapped in the ring, would be a small price to pay..." >

Bakura felt his hikari tense and guessed at his thoughts. Ryou didn't see the other bring his hand up hesitantly, as if he wanted to touch him, before pulling it back as if burned. No! He hadn't gotten that fucking soft... Instead, he stepped away to lean against the counter, crossing his arms. He watched silently as Ryou started to slice the tomato, his hand trembling slightly. After a few moments, he scowled.

"Well, I don't see what you need me for anymore; you seem determined to cut yourself. Give me that!" He shoved Ryou out of the way, taking the knife from him. Ryou blinked in surprise as Bakura began chopping the tomato, then turned to find the spices he needed.

The dark one chopped in silence, moving on to the parsley when he finished the tomato. It was several moments before he broke the uncomfortable tension.

"I didn't mean what I said that day." He admitted this almost reluctantly. Ryou glanced at him quickly, but his eyes remained riveted on the task before him. Ryou noticed for the first time that Bakura must have marched into his bedroom to change, because he was now wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt with the top three buttons undone and a pair of jeans. He watched him as he tried to decide how to answer.

"Of course not, Yami," he replied guardedly. "I can't even begin to imagine how long 5000 years must seem, and I certainly wouldn't be eager to spend another 5000 trapped in a ring, either--"

Bakura slammed the knife down on the cutting board. "Damnit, aibou, you know that's not what I meant!"

His light stared at him in shock. The look in the boy's eyes made Bakura uneasy. "What?" he inquired uncertainly.

Ryou took a step towards him. "What did you call me?"

The tomb raider shook his head, confused. "'Ryou'. What else would I call you. Other than 'weakling', of course," he sneered.

"You called me 'aibou'," he said softly, awe in his voice.

"What??" Bakura jolted. "No I didn't!"

Ryou came closer. "You did, too."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You did! Just admit it!"

His dark half pointed the knife warningly at him, holding it inches from his face. "Don't start with me, Ryou," he growled menacingly.

The gentler boy sighed, raising his hands in surrender. "Fine. You didn't call me 'aibou'. I must have misheard you."

".....Shut up."

As he stepped past his yami to add spices to the sauce he was heating, he was hard-pressed to keep the smirk from his face.

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Yami sat a few feet away from Seto on the brunette's bed. His smooth gaze fastened on long fingers slipping a piece of meat into lush lips. Yami merely watched, silently, Seto's pale throat working as he ate.

\\ <Beautiful.> \\

Cool expression on his observing face, relaxed poise, and a bored sigh escaping his lips, Yami appeared the picture of calm. Key word: appeared. The noteworthy bulge in his black boardshorts told otherwise, however. On the inside, Yami was itching; his impatience growing and resolve to let the mortal eat lessening with each passing second. It wasn't helping in the least that Seto's broad, muscled chest and taut nipples were completely exposed, as Kaiba, too, wore only swimming trunks.

Kaiba chose to ignore the embodiment of seduction sitting beside him and focus on stuffing his dinner down his throat as quickly as he could.

"You eat faster than Joey," Yami commented, smirking. Finishing his drink with one last chug, the other dropped the dishes carelessly onto the floor.

"That puuu--erson lacks manners; I am simply in a hurry." At the warning look from Yami, Seto had quickly changed his unconscious 'puppy' to 'person'. He wasn't about to purposely piss off the former pharaoh right now. Maybe later.

The dark boy reached out and grasped the wrist of Kaiba's hand he had eaten with, drawing it to him. He regarded the rather chicken-greasy fingers for a moment before drawing one into his mouth, sucking lightly. He repeated the action with the remaining four digits while Seto quivered from restrained pleasure. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he scooted a little closer, sliding his hand lightly up the smaller boy's side, eliciting a shiver. Yami had to call upon all of his willpower to suppress a snigger. That really tickled.

To avoid Kaiba figuring out one of his few weaknesses, he decided to distract him. Releasing the teen's hand, he stood abruptly and dropped his trunks. Kaiba stared and dropped his jaw. The dark one took advantage of the other's parted lips by straddling him and delving his tongue into his mouth.

\\ <Oh, gods he tastes good.> \\ As his tongue explored Seto's mouth, arms draped over the brunette's shoulders, Seto's hands roamed across his back, tracing his spine with a fiery touch. He pushed the larger boy back onto the mattress and kissed a wet trail to the crook of his neck, gasping in between each passionate mark.

Black silk on slender bronze thighs, straddling my waist, hard kisses marking my neck--

Seto wasn't sure what possessed him to do so, but he snaked an arm around his diminutive lover's middle and flipped them over. Pulling Yami's head to the side almost roughly, he sucked on the tri-color haired boy's ear lobe. <What the hell am I doing?>

Yami's eyes went impossibly wide and rolled back into his head. He moaned throatily and thrust helplessly into the air.

\\ <Oh, oh gods, how does he know--??> OH GODS \\ To Yami, the sensation was incredible; he was so hot, he started thrashing a bit.

"HARDER!" he commanded, panting. Seto willingly sucked harder on the strangely sensitive area of his love. Yami clenched his eyes shut.

"YES-Y-UNH!!" he managed in approval. "Oh SETO, SETO, SETO!!!"

Yami, moaning his name like that, caused Seto's groin to twitch. The King of Games sat up suddenly.

"Y-Yugi?" he wondered out loud. Seto, disappointed yet alarmed, was quick in his response.

"What? What is it?"

Breathing heavily and wearing a confused look on his face, the yami shook his head.

"I--I thought I sensed him in my mind, but..." he trailed off, dipping into their link with glazed eyes. "No, he's not wearing the puzzle. He must be asleep." Yami quirked an eyebrow. "That was strange." He turned his attention back to the brunette who was still wearing shorts that appeared three sizes too small.

"Yugi's alright?" Seto asked worriedly. Yami nodded.

"Are you alright?" His muscles quivered with their restraint, poised halfway into me. I gritted my teeth, crystalline drops trickling from the corners of my crimson eyes as I adjusted.

"I--I'm fine," I breathed out shakily, "Everything--"

"Everything is fine," he murmured, barely aware of what he was saying. He leaned into Seto's waiting arms and kissed him chastely on his lips. Seto dipped down and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding over the other's. He hesitantly reached between them and touched the exotic boy's arousal as they locked lips. He felt the exquisite form in his arms stiffen, then moan as Kaiba stroked him more confidently.

Breaking the kiss for air, Yami clung to the sturdy boy as his body was racked with wanton tremors. Gasping, struggling for control over himself and the situation, Yami stilled his koi's hand with one of his own. Pushing the brunette back and leaning over him, he gazed deeply into his eyes.

"Have you ever done this before?" Yami inquired breathlessly.

"I--" Kaiba dropped his eyes and flushed. "N-no."

The corner of Yami's mouth turned up in a gentle smile before he kissed the other boy softly. "Good," he mumbled against his lips.

Reaching down, his slender fingers deftly untied the constraining fly of the board shorts with one swift movement. Seto lifted his hips, letting the other slide the garment off more easily. As he sat back and peeled off the white trunks, Yami allowed his hands to rake down Seto's legs, blunt nails leaving a trail of welts from hips to knees.

I lifted my hips, giving him better access to the white robe fastened under my navel. He pulled it off slowly, his intense, blood red eyes locked onto mine, his nails etching angry tracks onto my pale skin, claiming me--

Somehow it was all so familiar, yet at the same time, so new and foreign. Seto wasn't sure exactly what to do, but he knew he wanted--needed--more. As Yami's wrist flicked out to toss aside the pool-damp bottom, he snatched it and its partner up. Pulling the smaller boy's arms up above his head, Seto drew them forward until the boy's lightly tanned chest was flush against him, his slight weight pressed fully down onto Seto's own body. He could feel the multi-color haired boy's heart pounding through his chest and each hitch in his breath served only to excite the brunette more. Yami groaned, grinding his naked hips into Seto's sweat slicked flesh. The taller teen's burning blue eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Unhhh..." He bit his lip, unconsciously squeezing Yami's wrists even tighter. The pharaoh winced, but continued to thrust his throbbing erection against that of his beautiful lover's. Seto's breathing was ragged and mingled with needy noises from the back of his throat.

Fearing his delicate bones might snap under his tense soul mate's death grip, Yami yanked his arms away as he ground into the billionaire again, then used his newly freed hands to toy with Seto's nipples. Lowering his head, Yami sucked on one peaked nub. Seto's capable hands wrapped around the dark one's waist, lengthy fingers splaying out on his lower back. He could feel the sinewy muscles shifting under Yami's gorgeous skin.

"Yami..." His brow furrowed with the effort of trying to manage a coherent statement in his lust hazed mind. "Something--more--" The yami nodded against Seto's toned chest, understanding what he longed for, even if the brunette didn't. It was the same thing he desperately needed. Kneeling on the mattress, Yami helped Seto into a sitting position. When gentle pushing on Seto's shoulders resulted in a confused look, Yami's cheeks turned just slightly pink.

"I--I need you to--" He gestured downwards. "For lubrication," he explained. Understanding lit in Kaiba's cobalt eyes. He nodded and leaned down. For a tense moment, Yami waited as Seto regarded his manhood. Then he tentatively drew the head into his kiss bruised lips.

Yami groaned, releasing the breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. He arched his back, twisting his corded neck from side to side, clutching and releasing the sheets beside him while Seto moved his luscious mouth up and down on the tip of Yami's sex. Fighting the almost uncontrollable instinct, the dark one managed to restrain himself from thrusting into his koi's wet heat. He tangled his fists in Seto's damp brown locks over his lap.

"Oh, please, Seto--oh," Yami begged. Kaiba would have smirked, had his mouth not been full.

He drew the ruby eyed boy's length further into his own orifice, causing him to shudder in delight. Seto began moving rhythmically up and down over the smaller boy, swirling his tongue around his shaft and tip with each stroke, going on instinct. Yami fell back onto the blue silk sheets, thrashing his regal head back and forth, moaning nonsensical phrases Seto wasn't even sure were in Japanese. He took that as a sign that he was giving his first blow job correctly. Unable to stop himself, Yami drove his hips upwards, arching his slender form in the most seductive way. Kaiba's gag reflex tightened around the boy's shaft and he pulled back, coughing a little. Yami looked up at Kaiba a bit sheepishly.

"Uh, sorry." The other just shook his head, smirking.

To make up for it, apparently, Yami sat up and leaned forward, pulling Seto into a passionate kiss. Holding Seto with one hand on the back of the brunette's neck, he parted, gasping for air, and leaned his forehead against the taller boy's. His slender fingers smoothed the fine hairs at the nape of Seto's neck.

"I love you," whispered Yami, the gentle breath tickling Seto's skin. He grinned.

"And I, you, Yami-chan," he responded, brushing his lips against the shorter boy's.

"'Yami-chan'?" I raised an eyebrow at my lover, smiling.

"Yes, 'little dark one.'" He nuzzled against my neck. "I think it suits you."

A look akin to that he wore whenever he drew the Dark Magician washed over Yami's features. Still beaming, he gave Kaiba another kiss.

"Good." Pushing Kaiba back against the navy silk linen, Yami brought a pair of his fingers into his own mouth. As he slid them in and out, eyes closed, enjoying himself, Kaiba felt his mouth go dry.

<Oh god.> He stared transfixed at the heavenly boy practically giving his own fingers a blow job. When Yami finished lubricating the digits he opened his eyes and slipped them into Seto's tight entrance. Kaiba's breath caught in his throat. The intrusion felt strange, uncomfortable. Yami scissored his fingers and stretched Seto, readying him. At last the dark one removed his hand and positioned his erection over Seto, burning up inside from the overwhelming desire to claim his love.

Kaiba placed his palms firmly on Yami's hips, look of resignation on his face. He knew this was supposed to hurt, but anything had to be better than the tormenting ache deep in his groin.

The lithe boy took a deep breath, locked his fiery gaze on Seto, and penetrated him slowly. Carefully watching the tall teen's visage, he paused at every acute wince, gasp, or hiss.

The blazing pain that bit into him caused tears to well up in his glassy eyes. The feeling was torture: Kaiba felt as if he were caught between ethereal pleasure and sadistic pain, suspended indeterminately between heaven and hell lest he do something. Iron grip on Yami's pelvis, he jerked the boy forward and fully into him in a single fluid movement. Kaiba bit back a scream, tears streaming freely from his clenched eyes, while Yami let out a shocked moan, one small hand shooting out to land on Seto's chest and support him from falling forward. Yami frowned, apprehensively watching the young billionaire adjust.

"Are you--alright?" he managed between pants. Seto nodded. Cracking his eyes open, a wry grin spread over his face. The completeness, the pain, the pleasure, the unity: it was perfect.

"You were--taking--too long."

"Hunh." \\ <Right. Seto's not as delicate as Yugi.> \\

Kaiba's smirk transformed into a look of ecstasy, however, when Yami rocked his hips.

"Ohhh..."

Yami placed a flat hand on each of Seto's shoulders to brace himself and slipped out of him, only to fill him once more. The brunette wrapped his legs around Yami's waist, pushing him in deeper. Yami began his rhythm, slow and hard. Seto arched his back, groaning, raising his hips to meet each thrust.

"SETO!" Yami moaned, increasing his pace. As the spirit-made-flesh shifted his angle, Kaiba saw white. A pang of the most blissful heat shot through him, leaving him dazed, only to be repeated with the next stroke, and the next. Seto's ice blues rolled into his head and he cried out.

"Oh, g-god, Yami!" It was all happening so fast, there was hardly a millisecond gap between each jolt of pleasure that ripped through him; he felt himself losing control. A sweaty hand gripped his throbbing arousal and pumped him vigorously. Seto screamed, his release racking his entire body. Yami fell to his elbows over Kaiba, clenched in his lover's strong muscles. Seto's arms wrapped tightly around the smaller boy and he attacked his earlobe. Yami's whole form seized up and he bit back his own passionate scream, sending his seed into the beautiful blue-eyed boy. They remained that way for several minutes, reveling in the orgasmic tremors that shook their bodies made one.

Finally, Yami raised his head, regretfully letting his ear slip out of Seto's lips. He looked at Seto.

Pale skin glowing in the dim light, cold blue eyes glittering with a new emotion--

The peculiar feeling this was always meant to be.

"I love you, Yami. And Yugi." He leaned up and gently kissed the former pharaoh's mouth. A strange looked filled his deep crimson orbs before he smiled warmly.

"And I you, Seto Kaiba. I always have."

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When the food was ready, Ryou had sat down with his plate of food and offered his yami some. Asked if he liked it, Bakura had grunted noncommittally, but when Ryou returned after getting himself a glass of milk, he found the dish nearly half empty and Bakura closed back up in his soul room.

Ryou knew something was bothering his Yami. He didn't think it had to do with the incident in the pool earlier that day, per say, but since then, Bakura had been acting very withdrawn, even for him. Ryou wondered what was going on in Bakura's head.

Changing into his pajamas, the platinum haired boy settled under the covers and had almost drifted off to sleep when an image of Joey flashed through his mind. \ <I hope my yami doesn't try anything. I don't want to see Joey hurt...> \

A low scraping noise caught his attention. \ <What was that?> \

::SCHKKKKK-CLUNK::

He sat up to find his yami standing at the window. He gazed at him, bewildered. "Wh-where are you going?"

Bakura swore mentally. He'd thought Ryou had fallen asleep, and then that cursed window had to go and make so much noise! Stepping back from the sill, he turned to face his hikari, schooling his features into what he hoped passed as an innocent expression.

"I'm not going anywhere; I was just letting in some fresh air. This house has been closed up for the past week."

Ryou narrowed his eyes at the obvious lie and the open window. "No you weren't--you're on your way to harass Joey, aren't you?"

Bakura nonchalantly tucked the slip of paper he'd torn out of Ryou's address book deeper into his back pocket. "No, I'm not."

Ryou eyed him distrustfully. "...Well, if you're not planning on harassing Joey, then you won't mind making a promise to me."

Bakura frowned slightly. This had red flags all over it.

"What kind of promise?" he inquired cautiously.

Ryou blinked those big, shiny doe eyes at him. "Promise me you won't try to kill Joey--" he pleaded.

\\ <That leaves me a loophole...> \\

"--Or try to steal the eye from him."

\\ <Damn.> \\

Bakura sneered at him. "Even after what he did to me, Ra forbid I do anything to harm your precious Joey, hmm?"

"It wasn't his fault," the gentler boy protested meekly.

"Oh, that's right, take his side," the darker one spat. "We both know you've wanted him to fuck you from the moment you first saw him!"

Ryou cringed in expectation of being hit. When the blow didn't come, he blushed faintly and hung his head.

"I--He--He doesn't like boys in that way," he said softly. Why did his yami have to say things like that? He would never use his private thoughts against him.

Bakura watched his light shrug dejectedly. Gods, why was that boy so soft?! He would only get himself hurt in the end... Wincing inwardly, he turned away, not able to look at Ryou. "Alright," he snapped angrily, "I promise not to murder that baka you seem so inexplicably fond of, OR steal the eye from him."

Ryou was taken aback. \ <Why did he just agree so easily?> \

Bakura could sense Ryou's confusion and suspicion through their link. Not wanting to deal with ten million questions and chance the other boy forcing him to make any less-specific promises that he wouldn't be able to work around, the tomb raider stalked over to the bed and kissed Ryou forcefully. "Now go to sleep!" he ordered.

Despite his suspicions, Ryou decided to do as his yami said. Bakura had promised, hadn't he? There wasn't much else he could do but hope the other would keep his word. He laid back down on the covers, uneasily. "A-Alright." Something stuck him as odd about this whole situation, but he figured he could ponder it over in the morning. He was so ::yawn:: tired.

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Yugi sighed as he shut the shop door and crossed the dark store interior behind his grandpa. At the back staircase that led up to their house above the shop, Gramps paused and kissed Yugi on the cheek. He smiled benignly.

"As much as I'd love to stay awake and catch up with you, I'm sure we're both quite tired!"

"Uh-huh!" Yugi agreed. He really didn't feel like talking right now. He felt like sulking. After saying their goodnights, Yugi closed himself in his room and plopped onto his bed, slight frown creasing his brow. He took off the puzzle and placed it on his nightstand. He stared at it.

<Grandpa's such a heavy sleeper...I could sneak out and he'd never know.> Yugi dismissed the notion with a groan.

"No. Don't start that train of thought," Yugi admonished himself. Sitting up, the diminutive boy slipped out of his coat and pulled off his white overshirt. He unbuckled his constricting top and peeled the leather from his body, gasping lightly as his nipples peaked. The air was cold. He padded over to his bureau and pulled out his sky blue penguin pajamas (A/N: I can't remember where I read that Yugi was wearing penguin pj's or I'd credit them, but I thought the idea was just so kawaii! >__<). Tugging off his uniform pants, he slid on his loose cotton bottoms and climbed back into bed, button down top in hand as he was too lazy to finish dressing. Moaning to himself, Yugi forced himself up and entered his bathroom, proceeding to wash his hair and face and brush his teeth. When he'd finished, he grumpily re-entered his bedroom.

"Stupid hygiene requirements," he grumbled, running a small hand through his damp, yet stubbornly still sticking up hair. Without gel, it became an almost fluffy mess. Yugi's eyes widened as a thought struck him. Laughing out loud, Yugi imagined Yami's hair if he showered at Seto's, since obviously Yugi had the gel he/they? used. He couldn't help being rather jealous Yami was at the Kaiba mansion right now. He sat on his bed.

<Hmm. Maybe I can say goodnight to Yami and he can say goodnight to Seto for me!> he thought brightly. He still wasn't too sure on how his Millennium puzzle worked, especially now that the spirit within it roamed free, but he figured he could contact Yami from his house. Slipping the puzzle around his neck, he held it lightly and concentrated on opening his magical link with his other.

\\ ~oO@OH GODS, ::PANT::, HARDER, ::PANT::, YES-Y-UNH!! ~oO@O~Oh SETO, SETO, SETO!!!~ \\

"Ahhh!" Yugi practically threw the puzzle off his neck. A hand clutched his now burning arousal. He whimpered. Why hadn't he figured they'd be doing that? And why hadn't he remembered opening their mental link subjected him to intense waves of Yami's emotions?! Yugi slowly opened his clenched eyes, panting.

<Great. I'm horny as hell and alone for the night.> The tri color haired boy took a few deep breaths and tried to calm his erect loins to no avail.

<Damn Yami and his potent emotions.> Yugi refused to jack off. He had no problem in general with doing such--although he hadn't done so since he'd gotten the puzzle; the feeling he would be observed in the back of his mind had been too strong--he simply wouldn't seek relief from his hand while his lover was off banging another guy. Hunh. That didn't sound right. <Maybe I can distract myself with my Duel Monsters deck.> Yugi leaned over and pulled his cards out of his jacket pocket, wincing at the contact the movement provided his hard member with. He flipped through the cards, stopping at his favorite.

<Huh. I never really noticed it before, but the Dark Magician looks a lot like Seto!> He fingered the thin object fondly. <Mmm. Seto dressed up as the Dark Magician...> As the fantasy played through his mind, his free hand sought the heat at the juncture of his legs. <No!> Yugi snapped out of it. So much for Duel Monsters taking his mind off things.

"I wish I could call upon the Dark Magician," Yugi stated, tossing the card down face up on his mattress. "It'd be nice to have some company." To his great shock, lightning cracked, the air split, and the world went blindingly bright for a shimmering moment. Rubbing his now spotted eyes, Yugi gaped.

"What just happened?" he wondered aloud. He blinked a few times until he saw it. Or him, rather. Yugi's jaw dropped. Before him knelt the impressive purple clad sorcerer of his dreams. Raising his helmeted head, he gazed into Yugi's eyes with an arresting pale blue stare.

"Simple, master. You have summoned me."

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Joey rolled over onto his back, mumbling in his sleep.

"Mnah, I wanna ride the pony..."

A soft thud managed to permeate his consciousness, waking him. Rolling over again, he opened his eyes to find Bakura's face inches from his own.

"Gah!!" Joey shoved himself back against the headboard, eyes wide. "What the hell--? B-Bakura?" The blonde squinted at the intruder in the darkness.

"No, it's the bloody tooth fairy. Of course it's me!"

Joey shook his head, trying to clear the stupor of sleep from his mind. "Wha-What're you doin' here? How'd ya get in??"

The dark one rolled his eyes at the blonde's stupidity. "It wasn't much of a challenge, what with the window being open. And as for why I'm here, I think you know the answer to that." He leaned in closer to Joey with a predatory grin.

"I-oh, hey, whoa, man--I already apologized for dunkin' ya!" Joey insisted, scrambling to get away from the homicidal yami. He fell out of the bed and landed in a tangled heap of sheets. "It was yer fault, anyway." Joey didn't think he'd mention that Bakura had also totally deserved it. Meanwhile, he struggled to kick free of the blankets, wanting to stand to face the shorter boy.

"You idiot!" Bakura snapped, looming over him. "At least I knew what I was doing!"

Joey shot him a sarcastic look from the floor. "Oh, so now there's a method ta shovin' people's heads underwater?"

It took quite a lot of effort on Bakura's part to refrain from smacking the imbecile. "Keep your apologies," he spat. "I want something else from you."

By now Joey had managed to clamber to his feet, the sheet held around his waist to cover his boxers. "An' what might dat be?" he demanded suspiciously. Bakura grinned and tapped under his left eye. Eyes wide, Joey backed away towards the middle of the room.

"Oh no ya don't, you psycho! Yuug told me ta keep that Millennium Eye away from you, an' that's what I'm gonna do."

The dark one curled his lip. "Please, stop. Any more of your 'loyalty' speeches, and I think I'm going to have to start calling you 'Tea'." He advanced on Joey with a thoughtful smirk. "Go ahead--put up a fight. It will make taking the eye from you that much more enjoyable."

The blonde continued to backpedal from the platinum haired boy. Sure, he was taller and stronger than Bakura, but when he got that crazy look in his eyes... Joey's back hit the wall. Bakura fisted a hand in his wife-beater and held him there. Moving in, he brought his face inches from the other boy's, his breath hot on his neck. Joey squirmed, but in a way that had nothing to do with the fact that his life was in danger.

"C'mon. Beat me up, if ya think it'll help," the blonde jeered, sounding a lot braver than he felt. "Ya still won't know where I hid da eye."

"I'm not going to beat you up, kyapi-kyapi." A slight smile played on his lips. "At least not right now."

"Gee, why would I think you'd do that? ...Hey! Who you callin' 'kyapi-kyapi'?!"

The tomb raider released him and took a step back, leaning against Joey's desk.

"What if I were to offer you a trade?" His chocolate eyes looked black in the dim light and glittered as he regarded the half-dressed teen, head to toe and back up again. Ryou had made him promise not to steal the eye, but he never said anything about getting it handed over to him willingly. Joey fiddled with his sheet.

"I don't want nothin' you got ta offer."

"Really?" The spirit's lip twitched upward just a bit. "Even if it's Ryou?"

"...Huh?"

"Ryou. One night of passionate sex, S-E-X, however you want it with my hikari, and you give me the Millennium Eye." Joey blinked. Well, two out of seven was still a long ways from--ahh! What was he thinking?!?

"You bastard! Ryou's not some--some whore you c'n pimp out ta get what'cha want! He's a person! An' fer some God-only-knows reason, he's in love wit ya! An' this is how ya repay 'im?!"

Bakura stared at him blankly for a moment. "...So you only object on moral grounds?" It was more of a smug observation than a question.

"Huh? Wha--no! I mean yes! I mean--oh man, it's too late at night fer this--"

The fiend smirked. "What if I can assure you Ryou would enjoy it just as much as you?"

"I-it's the principle! An' who said I would enjoy it??" he demanded, fighting the blush that threatened to rise to his cheeks. "I'm not gay!" He hitched the sheet higher around his waist; he felt naked with Bakura leering at him like that.

"Is that a fact?" Bakura arched an eyebrow. Pushing away from the desk, he sauntered up to the blonde. "I've seen the way you look at him when you think no one is watching."

"I-I don' know what ya're talkin' about," stuttered Joey. The smaller teen gave him a truly evil smirk and placed his hands against the wall, trapping Joey once more. Why, oh why hadn't he moved away from the wall when he'd had the chance??

The pale boy leaned in, his mouth millimeters from Joey's ear and his downy hair brushing his cheek.

"'Hey, Ryou?'" he whispered, his breath tickling the other's skin and causing him to shiver. "'I'm real sorry for almost drownin' Bakura; I didn't mean fer that t' happen. If there's anything I can do ta make it up to you guys--'"

"Stop it!" Joey shouted angrily, shoving Bakura away from him. Even in the darkened room, his humiliated flush was visible. The yami snickered darkly, looking Joey up and down again.

"Alright then. If you won't trade the eye for Ryou...how about me?"

"Wha?!" Joey fell over. "Why? So you c'n get two things ya want?!" he challenged indignantly, jumping to his feet.

"Oh, please," Bakura scoffed with exaggerated disgust, "Like I'd want to fuck you." He glanced at the blonde out of the corner of his eye to see how he'd react to that statement.

"Hey! You fuck me? Who says you get ta drive? I thought th' deal was any way I want it."

The other crossed his arms with a glare. "Yeah? Well that was Ryou. This is a different deal. Take it or leave it."

Joey glared right back. "Oh yeah? Well how 'bout--ahh!" He slapped his forehead. "I can't believe I'm even havin' this conversation! I'm. Not. Gay!!"

The snowy haired boy flashed him a lecherous grin. "How can you be sure?"

"I like girls!"

Bakura shrugged. "You could just as easily be bisexual. Ryou is pretty effeminate..."

"No!"

Ignoring him, the fiend inquired, "How do you know? Have you ever been kissed by another man?"

Joey pointed an accusing finger at him. "Yeah--you!"

The shorter teen considered him carefully. "Can you look me in the eyes and honestly tell me you didn't like it?"

The blonde forced himself to meet his gaze and scowled at him. "I didn' like it!"

As Bakura stared into his eyes for several moments, silent and unnervingly calm, Joey began to sweat. Just when he thought he couldn't take it any longer, the corner of Bakura's mouth turned up wickedly.

"Liar."

"An' just how would you--" He was cut off abruptly as Bakura reached up and threaded his fingers through his golden strands, yanking him down to his level. "Ow! What're ya--" He crushed his lips to the blonde's while he held his head in place. Joey's eyes widened.

<Shove 'im off. Shove 'im off!> he ordered himself, keeping his mouth tightly shut. The dark one didn't take too kindly to this and bit his bottom lip, hard. Joey cried out slightly in pain and Bakura slid his tongue past his lips, lapping up the crimson trickle before claiming his mouth brutally. Somewhere, as if from a great distance, Joey heard a strangled moan.

<Oh God--was dat me?>

Bakura slanted his mouth over the other boy's, changing the angle to rake his tongue along the roof of his mouth. Joey felt lightheaded. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that this was wrong...but it felt so right. Giving in with a whimper, the bed sheet fell to the floor as he brought his hands up to wrap around the yami's waist.

Purring with approval, Bakura pressed himself more firmly into the taller teen, enticing his tongue to spar with his own. Joey's eyes slid shut and he groaned, responding to the kiss just as fiercely. A sensation like pure electricity coursed through his veins. The tomb raider's free hand came up to clutch Joey's shoulder in a painfully tight grip. The blonde showed no sign of noticing, though, as his own hands slid up under the dark one's shirt. He caressed the silken skin, eliciting a growl from deep in the other's throat as his fingers brushed over a peaked nub. In response, Bakura pulled his hair harder and ground his hips against his. Moaning into the paler boy from the combination of pain and pleasure, Joey tore his mouth away from the other's to gasp for breath. Finally releasing his grip on the blonde's hair, Bakura leaned back enough to yank the white t-shirt up and off, tossing it over his shoulder. His eyes flashed as he took in the sight before him. Joey was more muscular than he would have thought--those baggy shirts hid much of that enticing definition. He allowed a smirk to grace his lips as he leaned in to suck on the juncture of the other boy's neck and shoulder, marking him. Ryou certainly knew how to pick 'em.

Joey unconsciously tilted his head to the side, giving the fiend better access, his breath coming in pants as Bakura raked his blunt nails up and down his sides. Joey's own hands were not idle, however; one hand returned to toying with the tomb raider's nipple, while the other slid down to cup his ass and pull him even closer, desperate for more contact.

"Ba-Bakura..."

The dark one "hmm"ed against the other's skin, pleased with the pleading tone in his voice. He had the blonde right where he wanted him, and just the thought of how he would make him submit to him had his pants feeling two sizes too small. Joey may be was a street-smart punk, but he was in way over his head here. Bakura grinned sadistically before biting down hard on the skin beneath his mouth. As the taller teen hissed in pain, Bakura swallowed his blood greedily. He could feel the other's desire pressed against his hip and ground into him again.

Joey felt something deep within him snap. Without warning, he grabbed the back of Bakura's thighs and pulled him up, turning around to slam the platinum haired teen into the wall. Legs wrapped around his waist and eyes impossibly wide, Bakura looked even more surprised than Joey.

Once he got over his initial shock at what he'd done, Joey crushed his mouth to Bakura's in a searing kiss. The yami moaned, feeling his pulse quicken, and let his tongue duel with the blonde's. Ryou was so submissive, he'd almost forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end of such passion. Raising his hands, he tangled them, more gently this time, in the satiny strands. He'd always loved how Jono's hair felt...

Joey broke away again to kiss up the side of the dark one's neck, nipping at his jaw line. "We, shouldn't, be doin', this," he panted, sliding a hand along the inside of Bakura's thigh.

"No, we shouldn't," agreed the other, digging his nails into the blonde's shoulders and arching his back as Joey's hand brushed across the front of his jeans.

"I need...I need--" He was cut off with a moan as Bakura lowered his head and pressed his mouth to a taut nub, grazing it with his teeth before licking the area to soothe it. As he began to suckle, the taller boy's knees buckled, and he placed a hand against the wall to support himself. Bakura's mouth traced a path up to the blonde's ear.

"I know what you need, Joey," he whispered hotly. Unwrapping his legs, he slid down the other's body until his feet touched the floor. Pushing him back slightly, he dropped to his knees, bringing the boy's straining arousal level with his face. As he glanced up at him coyly, Joey realized what he was about to do.

<Oh God...> He brought his other hand up to brace himself against the wall. His breathing was ragged as he watched the snowy haired demon through half-lidded eyes.

The smaller boy hooked a slender finger beneath the material at either side of his hips. Chocolate on honey, his eyes held Joey's as he slid his boxers down. The blonde inhaled sharply as the cool air of the room hit his skin. Leaning forward, Bakura breathed on him, but didn't touch him. Still staring into the other's eyes, the corner of his mouth twitched up.

"Do you want this?" he questioned with feigned ignorance. "I wouldn't want to force you into anything you didn't want..."

Joey swallowed thickly. This was wrong--wrong, wrong, wrong. There were a million reasons why he shouldn't do this, why he couldn't, but he found himself unable to form a coherent thought. He opened his mouth and heard a voice he barely recognized as his own. "Y-yes."

With a satisfied grin, Bakura touched his tongue to the tip of his erection, lapping up his precome. Joey's eyes were squeezed shut tightly, tears of frustration leaking from the corners.

"Please!" he gasped.

"Look at me, Joey," commanded the dark one.

The teen's eyes blinked open, regarding the other in befuddlement. Licking his lips with feline-like grace, Bakura let his mouth hover mere millimeters from where the blonde so desperately wanted it.

"Now. Where is the Millennium Eye?"

It took a moment for comprehension to sink into Joey's lust-clouded mind. When it finally did, his mouth opened and closed soundlessly.

The fiend raised a slender brow. "You do remember our deal?" He leered up at the other boy.

"You--This is all part'a yer sick deal?" Joey stammered when he'd found his voice.

Bakura shrugged, maddeningly indifferent. "Maybe not completely..." His voice took on an edge. "But I want that eye."

Joey growled. "You twisted sonovabitch--I should'a known!" Stepping back quickly, he jerked his boxers back up before fisting a hand in the smaller teen's hair, yanking him roughly to his feet.

"Get out," he hissed through clenched teeth.

"You might want to release that hand before you lose it."

They glared at each other for several seconds before Joey let go of his hair, turning away in disgust. "Get outta my house," he repeated, suddenly feeling extremely weary.

Bakura looked him up and down derisively, seeming as if he were going to say something, then abruptly walked toward the window, deciding it wasn't worth continuing this tonight. As he climbed out the sill, he glanced back at the blonde one last time.

"This is far from over," he warned. "You won't be able to resist me for long--you never could." He smirked at the scathing glare the teen shot him. Blowing Joey a kiss, he dropped down into the grass outside, chuckling darkly.

Joey quickly crossed the room and slammed the window shut. Collapsing onto his bed with an exhausted sigh, he ran a hand through his hair.

He felt dirty, used. How could Bakura do that to him?! Make him admit he liked guys, make him beg him to-to-- Joey's cheeks burned shamefully.

<That fuckin' asshole. He manipulates me, humiliates me--it's all just a game ta him!>

He should have thrown Bakura out the second he even mentioned that eye, but noooo, he had to stand there in his boxers at one in the morning and argue with a psycho about his sexual orientation. And then Bakura had kissed him. Joey could still taste him, could still feel his hands in his hair and his lips burning his skin-- He viciously cut that train of thought short. He had only himself to blame for responding; the ivory haired boy had made him feel things he'd never felt before, and he had wanted more. Joey shuddered to think that he'd almost given himself to him--and for what? Bakura didn't care for him and he never would. All he wanted out of him was that goddamn eye... Joey blinked back his tears angrily.

And now Bakura would probably go tell Ryou what had happened between them, and Ryou would hate him. Joey hated himself. He hated Bakura. But most of all, he hated that eye.

Reaching under his mattress he pulled out the millennium item. As he rolled it around in his hand, he gazed down at it hatefully. Damn thing was more trouble than it was worth.

He wanted nothing more than to get rid of it--throw it in a lake or flush it down the toilet--but he'd made a promise to Yugi. If only he could give it to someone else; let them worry about it and Bakura. <Yeah, right. Who could I possibly give it to?> Yugi wouldn't take it, he already had a Millennium Item. Giving it to one of the girls with Bakura after it was out of the question. He could always give it to Honda for safe keeping...but Honda wasn't really a duelist, and if he was challenged for it, he'd most likely lose. Joey needed someone physically strong, a good duelist, not currently in possession of a millennium item, trustworthy, and straight to keep Bakura away from the eye. Who on earth did he know who fit that description?

Joey's eyes lit up as inspiration struck. <Kaiba!> He wasn't too sure about the 'trustworthy' part, but at least Yuug seemed to give him some credit. And Kaiba was a billionaire, not to mention in the technology business. He was sure to have safes and vaults and all kinds of precautions like that. And now that he was their friend--okay, Yugi's friend--maybe he could talk him into taking the thing off his hands. Kaiba probably thought he was too stupid to be trusted with something so powerful anyway; it was perfect!

Sticking the eye back in its hiding place, Joey laid down, feeling better than he had since Yugi had handed him the hateful thing. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and pulled his retrieved sheet closer around him. But it wasn't until much later that he was finally able to drift off into a fitful sleep again.

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Yugi stared blankly at the somehow summoned Duel Monster in his bedroom.

\ <Oh man. This is not good.> \

The magician dropped his staff to clasp Yugi's bare shoulders. The boy yelped.

"Eep! Uh, um, uh--"

The tri-color haired teen was cut off in utter shock as the taller one pressed his do-able lips urgently against his. The blue eyed boy traced his tongue along the shorter male's mouth, asking for permission to enter. In response, he shoved the larger male back, panting heavily.

"What the hell--?!" he demanded indignantly.

The Dark Magician bowed his head in shame.

"I am sorry, master. Was that not to your liking?"

Yugi blinked. \ <What is going on???> \

"Excuse me?? What are you--What do--argh--Why did you do that??" he managed to spit out. This was extremely unnerving, and not exactly helping his current state of arousal. The Dark Magician smiled.

"Because that is what we always do when you call upon me outside of a duel. Did you want to be the aggressor tonight?"

"No! I mean--I think we have some kind of misunderstanding here," Yugi attempted weakly, trying desperately to think of glaciers and frostbite. The magician removed his bulky headdress and body armor, revealing shimmering, longish purple hair.

"I see."

Yugi sighed, relieved.

"You are playing difficult tonight. Very well. It shall only make your eventual submission to your servant that much more rewarding." Yugi's violet eyes bugged impossibly large.

"Whaa--?" Once again the magician's lips were on his, this time the purple haired boy's arms wrapping around him and lifting him up. As Yugi's mouth had been open in surprise, the duel monster took full advantage of it, thrusting his tongue inside. Yugi had to fight the desperate urge to respond to the searing kiss of the Seto-look-a-like. He pulled back once again.

"No! I am not your 'master'! I just--I own a Dark Magician card! And 'we' have most certainly not done this before!" The said magician's head dipped down to suck on the column of his neck, his large hands sweeping over the small expanse of the other's bare chest. As the sorcerer toyed with his peaked nipples and marked his delicate skin, Yugi fought hard to think coherently.

\ <Why does my magician think we're lovers? What is he doing, with, his, tongue! Must--stop--him--Why am I objecting to this?> \

"Dark Magician! Stop!" he panted. The boy obediently paused.

"Why?"

\ <Yes, why?> \ "Because this isn't right! I have a lover, and two boyfriends--"

"Then why are you alone tonight, master?"

\ <Damn it. What am I supposed to say to this? Ahhh! Damn you, Yami, for making me so horny--Yami!> \ Yugi blinked, realization dawning on him.

"You think I'm Yami."

"Who is Yami?" The magician resumed his assault on the petite boy's overheated body.

"The--the spirit--your master, I think."

"You are my master, little pharaoh."

"Pharaoh?" \ <Oh god, make him stop--I don't think I can take this much longer!> \

Yugi squirmed against the sorcerer's restricting embrace. He managed to break free and backed up quickly against the wall, amethyst eyes regarding the other warily. "Look, I'm not a 'pharaoh,' I didn't summon you, and I don't want--" he blushed. "I don't want anything from you." The blue eyed boy smirked all too familiarly, letting his gaze travel up and down Yugi's body.

"Sure you don't. That is why you are very aroused and ready." Yugi flushed crimson.

"This," he embarrassedly gestured to his obvious erection, "has nothing to do with you." Well, maybe a little.

The dark magician's face became neutral. "I know."

\ <Did he sound...sad?> \

"Your mage is the one who does this to you." The magician's tone brightened a bit. "And I am the one who satiates you." Yugi's jaw dropped.

The Dark Magician rose and crossed to where Yugi stood, cornered. \ <Why does he have to be four feet taller than me??> \ He gazed up timidly at the purple clad creature. The magician dropped to one knee and cupped Yugi's heat. The boy gasped and his violet eyes widened comically. Smirking, the sorcerer fondled him through his thin penguin pjs. Yugi would have fallen over had the strong other not been supporting him. (A/N, Xpy: D-Mag's ripped!) Cool fingers slid under the penguined waistband and alarms went off in Yugi's fevered mind. He abruptly shoved back the purple haired boy and stumbled over to his bed.

"You prefer this to be on a bed?" smiled the magician.

"No! I UNsummon you! Go away!" The other grinned.

"That is not how to dismiss me."

"Ahrg! Then how do I dismiss you?!?" The magician only smirked.

"Jerk," Yugi muttered. He laid down and pulled his covers protectively up to his chin. He shivered, but not from the cold. The Dark Magician stood and stripped off his violet over-dress, revealing his very muscled, very enticing, very tightly clad body.

\ <Whose bright idea was it to put a hot duel monster in a leotard!?> \

He sat on the edge of Yugi's bed and drew one hand along the boy's side. Yugi rolled over, away from the intruder, pointedly ignoring him. He curled into a ball, wincing at his own painfully acute state of arousal. He tensed as the taller boy continued to massage his back...and backside.

"Would you mind cutting that out?" he snapped. Sexual frustration's a bitch. The magician's hands stilled.

"Pharaoh...?" His voice was husky and seductive. Yugi gave up--trying to convince him he wasn't a pharaoh, that is.

"...What?"

"May we consummate now?"

\ <Jeez. Somebody has a one-track mind.> \

"No." He felt the mattress shift as the tall one laid down beside him. An arm was instantly draped over him. Yugi picked it up by the wrist and deposited it back on its owner. An arm was instantly draped over him, again. Yugi picked it up and deposited it on its owner, again. An arm was instantly draped over his side. Yugi sighed, and allowed it to remain there. After several torturous minutes of silence, Yugi felt the Dark Magician snuggle up to him, the arm around him pulling him close.

"How about now?"

Yugi frowned. This was going to be a long night.

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Solitaire: Buwahahaha!! I am sooo mean to poor Joey. Hey, that's the closest to lime I've gotten yet! I'm getting better. ^_^

Bakura: ::smirks:: Wow. I'm really a bastard in this chapter.

Xpyne: It's all some damn reviewer's fault. Can't remember who it was ::mutters grumpily:: but they just had to say I made Bakura into the comic relief, and get Soli's panties in a knot. Pshaw. Some bull about she needs to make him meaner. ::to reviewer she can't remember:: LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!! ::sighs:: Poor Joey.

Solitaire: Hey, I like my characterization of Bakura--in fact, I'm taking over his characterization from now on.

Xpyne: ::rolls eyes:: Gee Soli, ::counts off on fingers:: so now you think you have control of Bakura, Bakura and Joey, morning after scenes, angst scenes, any other scene you freakin' feel like...yeah, keep adding things to that list until you're writing the whole story yourself and realize--dun dun dun--you CAN'T.

Solitaire: ^o^ ::sniffles:: But I was so proud of my Joey/Bakura scene. ::cries::

Ryou: It's okay. ::pats Soli:: It was a good scene. Just don't try and bite off more than you can chew.

Xpyne: 50/50, chibi. XP

Solitiare: ::hangs head:: Sorry. I got too excited. ::goes off to pout in the corner, making her action figures kiss::

Xpyne: Well, now that we've discussed Soli's mental problems--

Solitaire: ::from her corner:: Hey!

Xpyne: --my turn. Okay, for those of you who can't tell be the author's notes, I'm an extremely self-centered and self-loving teenager...but even I get paranoid insecurities--

Yugi: ::whispers:: It borders on neurosis. ~_~

Xpyne: So I want people's constructive criticism--constructive, damn it!--of my lemon. O_o Oh, and lots of reviews, just because.

Seto: Yeah, lots of reviews! Lots and lots of reviews!

Xpyne: ::whispers to Soli:: Since when has he been into this story?

Solitaire: Since you elevated him to porn star status. ::uses Kaiba action figure's "card slapping action" to spank Yami action figure's protruding rear::

Xpyne: Oh yeah! Spank it!