Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Room of the Soul ❯ part 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: tsutsuji 
Kaiba fulfills his fantasy.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 02.24.2005 | Updated On: 02.24.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 690 | Status: Completed
Kaiba fulfills his fantasy.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 02.24.2005 | Updated On: 02.24.2005 | Pages: 5 | Words: 6.0K | Visits: 690 | Status: Completed
Title: Room of the Soul 4/4
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Kaiba/Yugi, with a side helping of Malik/Ryou and a brief taste of Bakura/Ryou.
Type: yaoi/slash
Warnings: male/male sex, voyeurism and a touch of angst.
Status: complete. at last.
Spoilers: none.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Kaiba fulfills his fantasy.
AN: If you read my other fics, you may have noticed a certain pattern.... Seto Kaiba never quite gets what he expects. I can't help it. He's so sure of himself, I just have to mess with his head whenever I write about him. At least this time, what he gets is pretty close to what he thought he wanted!
In the manga, there's an indication that Bakura is pretty good with computers. I took that and ran with it.
***
Room of the Soul part 4
Seto laid Yugi on his bed and knelt over him. Yugi's hands clutched at his arms, tried to pull him down for another kiss, but he resisted. Instead, he pulled Yugi's jacket off the arm it dangled from, and then smoothed his rumbled shirt over his chest so he could deal with those damnable buttons. This time, they cooperated.
Yugi sighed, his mouth a round "o" of surprise, as Kaiba pushed his shirt open and spread his hands over Yugi's chest. His palms brushed Yugi's nipples, and he rubbed in circles over them gently until they rose to tiny points. He wanted to taste them. But there was still something in his way.
Kaiba's hand hesitated, reluctant to touch the golden pyramid that hung around Yugi's neck. He knew that damn Puzzle was a part of Yugi, as much as his amethyst eyes and his tri-colored hair. But he also knew it was part of that other side of Yugi, the side he didn't want to think about at all. Especially not now.
"Wait," Yugi said softly. He touched Kaiba's hands to stop their movements. His brows dove into a frown as he looked down at the Puzzle.
Kaiba opened his mouth to say that it would have to come off; it would be in the way. Just then Yugi nodded as if reaching a decision of his own. To Kaiba's relief, he quickly lifted the chain off over his head. He placed the Puzzle on the far side of the bed, not quite out of sight or out of reach. Kaiba scowled at it a moment, wishing it was further away.
When he returned his attention to Yugi, he forgot about the Puzzle and everything else. Yugi had the look of someone who had crossed a point of no return, an expression of determination mingled with fear and longing. That flicker of fear in Yugi's eyes lanced through Kaiba like the crack of a whip, and made his cock throb painfully. Yugi was afraid - but he was still here.
"Kaiba..." he said. His hands reached up again to tug at Kaiba's shirt. Kaiba took Yugi's hands and pushed them back, held them down on the pillow beside his head.
"Not yet," he said.
Yugi's breath caught in his throat. He didn't resist, but his limbs were tense in Kaiba's grasp.
Kaiba bent down and flicked the tip of his tongue over a stiff little nipple. Yugi gasped and went limp. Kaiba smiled and made a hum of satisfaction against Yugi's chest. Then he pulled Yugi's nipple into his mouth and sucked.
The sound Yugi made was beautiful. He writhed under Kaiba as if he couldn't decide whether to pull away or push himself up into Kaiba's touch. Kaiba licked and sucked at each nipple in turn. The taste of Yugi's skin made him feel high, as if it was a sweet drug that went straight to his brain.
Yugi's legs thrashed, tangling with his, and then his hips jutted upward, colliding with Kaiba's erection. Kaiba lowered his body to pin Yugi down, but Yugi only squirmed harder against him, trying to feel more of Kaiba's hardness pressed onto him.
Kaiba knew he didn't have to hold Yugi's hands down anymore. He slid his arms down under Yugi and lifted him. Yugi's back arched and his head fell back. Kaiba held him that way while he licked first one nipple and then the other in turn, sucking and making tiny nips with his teeth. The sounds, those beautiful moaning sighs, kept rising from Yugi's throat.
Kaiba raised his head to brush a kiss against Yugi's parted lips, tasting his luscious moan, and then kissed his exposed neck just beneath his leather collar. Then he ran his tongue down Yugi's breastbone, and down, all the way down to his navel. Yugi's body rippled under him.
Kaiba's hands slipped lower, cupping his ass and lifting it. His teeth tugged on the zipper of Yugi's jeans. They would be coming off soon, but for now, Kaiba simply found the hard ridge of flesh that was waiting for him under the denim, and pressed his mouth around it. Yugi's moan leaped to a high pitch and broke off in a gasp.
The scent of Yugi's arousal enveloped him, the taste of him through damp denim filled his mouth. He sucked and worked his tongue and lips as if he could eat his way through the fabric.
Yugi's breathing was too fast and shallow to allow him to making any sound now. His hands scrambled on Kaiba's hair and at his neck, and then flew down and tugged at the fly of his jeans near Kaiba's mouth.
"Kaiba!" he managed to gasp. He sounded desperate, alarmed even. Kaiba wanted to continue his sweet torture, but he knew he might go too far. He couldn't let Yugi come like this. He wanted to see it when it happened.
He pulled back and once again brushed Yugi's hands away. He smiled at the expression on Yugi's face; it was so desperate and dazed.
"Wait," he said, holding Yugi's hands still. Yugi panted for breath but forced himself to do as Kaiba said.
Holding Yugi's gaze the whole time, Kaiba opened his jeans and pulled them down. Swiftly, he removed Yugi's pants and the last of his clothing, releasing his small but perfect body to his view.
He allowed his gaze to rest for a while on all that was revealed. Yugi's erection swelled stiffly against his thigh. It was perfectly shaped and the tip had a dusky, rosy color, just as Kaiba had known it would have.
Yugi's eyebrows and lips twitched in anticipation as Kaiba sat looking down on him. His eyes were huge, dark, liquid. His throat worked, as if that sound was struggling to come out of him again.
"You like having me look at you like this," he said. It was a statement of realization, but Yugi took it as a question.
"Um-hm," Yugi replied. He swallowed as if speaking was difficult. "But I still want to look at you, too," he managed to add.
Kaiba closed his eyes against the wave of lust those words inspired in him, but quickly opened them again to smile down at Yugi.
"In a moment." he said.
He bent forward, leaning down over Yugi's body, his face close to Yugi's. He heard Yugi's soft, quick breaths in his ear as he touched the leather collar. It was the only article remaining. He caught Yugi's gaze, his face so close that his hair hung down and mingled with the golden lock on Yugi's forehead.
"This stays on," he said. He ran his fingers across the collar. "Do you understand?"
Yugi's eyes were like violet pools he could have fallen into. Yugi swallowed hard. He knew what Kaiba was saying. He had to. Didn't he?
Yugi nodded, one quick shake of his head. Fear and hunger danced in his eyes.
"Whatever you want, Kaiba," he said. His voice was very soft.
Those words shot through him like a hot lance. What Kaiba wanted was to spread Yugi wide and take him, hard and fast, right then and there. Instead, to keep himself from trembling with need, he pulled Yugi into his arms and kissed him hard and deep. Yugi opened up and sucked Kaiba's tongue into his mouth hungrily. Kaiba moaned, clutching him.
Yugi's fingers stole in between them, seeking Kaiba's skin. When they managed to slide under his shirt, Kaiba jumped and gasped as if he'd been touched with fire. He pulled back quickly, pushing Yugi down beneath him again.
"All right!" he snarled at his own need.
He might have envisioned something different, but it didn't matter. He yanked his dress shirt off so quickly it ripped at the seams. That didn't matter either. He just needed Yugi to touch him. With another snarl, he jumped off the bed and scrambled out of his trousers. Then he climbed onto his hands and knees over Yugi, pinning his arms and legs lightly with his own.
He let Yugi look at him. Again, fear and hunger mingled in his expression as he took in all of Kaiba's body looming over him. Kaiba's erection bobbed above his stomach as if it was reaching for him. Yugi raised one hand to touch him, and Kaiba held his breath as that touch spread fire from his chest to his groin.
"I knew you were beautiful," Yugi said in a tone of wonder.
Kaiba was shocked. It was nearly the last thing he would have expected Yugi to say. Yugi's gaze lifted from Kaiba's hard, slim, hungry body to his face. A hint of his shyness returned.
"Especially, you're beautiful when you look at me like this," Yugi said with a bashful smile. "And when you smile. When you really smile...."
Kaiba wasn't smiling now. He was too surprised by Yugi's words, too caught up in the beautiful glow on Yugi's face.
Yugi's gaze lowered again, lashes fluttering onto his flushed cheek under Kaiba's hungry stare.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked in his soft voice.
/Submit to me,/ he wanted to say. That's what the fantasy in his virtual game was all about. /Surrender to me completely./ That's what he always saw Yugi doing as the scene unfolded. Always, he surrendered himself completely, to someone... and always, Kaiba suddenly realized, that someone ended up being himself, no matter who the Random Pairing Generator chose to be Yugi's partner at the start of the scene.
But other words came into his head, almost forcing themselves out of his mouth. /Make love to me. Accept me. Love me. Take me..../
"Yugi," he said, his voice choked with conflicted need.
Yugi's eyes opened. There was still fear there, and longing, and that captivating mixture of shyness and desire that Kaiba never thought he'd really see. There was also concern.
Yugi reached out to him. He touched Kaiba's face with his fingertips, invitingly soft, coaxing him down gently.
Kaiba couldn't be gentle. He wanted Yugi too much.
He dove down, taking Yugi's mouth in his again, sucking and biting. Yugi began to wiggle underneath him again as he pinned him down with his full weight. He pressed Yugi's legs apart with his own and thrust against Yugi's hardness, feeling it poke his stomach. Yugi gave a muffled moan but spread his legs wider. Kaiba's extra inches of height meant that his own stiff cock poked its head up under Yugi's balls.
Kaiba's mouth left Yugi gasping, and he kissed and licked at his face, his fluttering eyelids, his flaming cheeks, and then nuzzled into the damp locks of his hair, that ridiculous beautiful, three-colored hair. Yugi's arms were around him, scrambling at his back, grabbing his shoulder blades to hold him down or else push him up so that he could squirm more freely underneath him.
Kaiba tasted him, and reveled in his scent: the salty sweat on his neck, the softly sweet scent of his hair, and the intoxicating odor of his arousal. Yugi started to make that sound again, that questing, surprised-sounding moan, when Kaiba's tongue traced down his chest to his nipple.
Suddenly, Kaiba realized Yugi's hands were reaching between them again, down low, seeking to touch him. He wondered if Yugi even knew just what he was doing as his fingers grazed Kaiba's erection, lifting his own balls out of the way and raising his hips, so that Kaiba's cock nudged in to the tight crack of his ass.
Kaiba shuddered as he felt himself pressed into that tight, warm place. Was Yugi really offering this to him? Could he know what he was doing, or was lust blindly driving him?
"Yugi," he said, though it came out in a rough whisper. "What do you think you're doing?"
Yugi's questing hands and thrusting hips barely slowed. Yugi's mouth found his neck, and a hot tongue licked his skin.
"Want you...in me," Yugi said, his voice muffled against Kaiba's neck. "Like in the other room. Like the hologram."
Kaiba understood in a flash. The vision that Yugi must have seen came back to him with vivid force. He moaned out loud. */It was beautiful,/* Yugi had said afterward, to Kaiba's disbelief.
Gritting his teeth and nearly letting out a scream, Kaiba tensed and drew away from Yugi's body. Yugi tried to grab him but he lifted himself out of reach, and held Yugi down with a piercing glare.
The look of disappointment Yugi had worn earlier when he'd said he was leaving the party had stabbed him like a knife. The look he wore now threatened to tear out Kaiba's heart.
"Not like this...." he panted with difficulty. It felt like his balls were wrapped around his spine, and it was hard to breath. But he had to do this. As much as he wanted to plunge his aching cock into Yugi's beautiful, surprisingly willing ass, he couldn't do it like this.
He couldn't hurt Yugi.
He just couldn't.
"Wait," he rasped. He avoided looking at Yugi's face, knowing it would make him do something he'd regret. He made it a point never to regret anything, but if he took Yugi like this...
He touched Yugi's face blindly with a trembling hand. "Wait. I need.... we need something...."
He couldn't form words, but he could think, a little. Enough to swear to himself, because what he needed was in the other room.
"Don't move," he commanded. He dared to glance at Yugi then, as he rose up off the bed.
Yugi lay there with his limbs spread wide, his chest heaving, his hair spread out across the pillow. His erection wept, stiff and tight against his belly. His eyes were wide, questioning; but as Kaiba looked down on him, the fear in them softened back into trust. He gave a tiny nod of his head.
"I'll wait," he said.
Clenching his fists at his sides, Kaiba drew himself together with a massive effort, and turned toward the door that led to his virtual game room.
***
Bakura already knew Ryou's body was attractive in delicate way. Like fine, rare ivory, smoothly sculpted into soft angles and curves that invited the touch of a hand. He also knew, better than anyone, that under that soft beauty Ryou had an inner strength fed by strong emotions, a force of will that smoldered under the surface where few ever detected it. He'd felt it, especially lately. It was starting to wrap itself around his soul, even while he casually took control of his host's delicate body.
He thought of both beauty and strength as he watched Ryou dance alone on the virtual stage. His ivory-pale skin gleamed in the smoky light of the club. His hips undulated seductively and his arms beckoned. Slowly, piece by piece, he drew off all of his clothes and tossed them aside. His eyes ignored the crowd, focused on some inner vision. His hair flowed over his back like silver water.
When he was naked except for the satin g-string that only served to emphasize his full cock, Malik appeared out of the crowd. He approached Ryou until he stood directly in front of him, not quite touching him as he continued his sinuous dance. Bakura hissed through his teeth as Malik raised his hand to touch Ryou's hair, drawing one strand of it away from his face.
Ryou opened his eyes, slowly relinquishing his dream. The melting-chocolate eyes Bakura had seen staring back from the mirror whenever he occupied Ryou's body looked almost black, dazed with lust. Slowly, Ryou focused on Malik, and smiled.
The blond Egyptian took his smile as an invitation and permission to touch him. He pressed his fully clothed body against Ryou's. The back of his hand caressed Ryou's cheek, and then slipped behind his neck, under his hair. He pulled Ryou's face forward, and their mouths hovered near each other, not quite closing the distance, only a shared breath of air between them.
Bakura found himself biting his own knuckle. Ryou looked glorious. He found himself desiring the vision before him, wishing it were real. Of course, it was, in a way. That was his own body gyrating so seductively before his eyes, although it was clearly Ryou and not his personality doing that graceful, seductive dance. He shifted in Kaiba's chair and ran his hands down his thighs. Ryou's body responded to his desire and his touch.
The body responded, but Ryou's thought skittered in his mind, disturbed by what he was seeing. He almost laughed out loud.
/Is this not how you see yourself, my host? Wouldn't you dance like that for me?/
/For you?/ Ryou echoed in confusion. /How could I?/
/If you did,/ Bakura continued, as he watched Malik's hands roam over Ryou on the stage, /I would touch you like that. Like this.../ He followed Malik's movements with his own hands. Ryou's confusion grew and his thoughts fluttered like birds trapped in a net.
/Don't do that,/ Ryou thought with sudden clarity, as Bakura's hand cupped his arousal. Or was it Ryou's arousal? Was the holographic scene turning his host on, or was it the touch of his own hand that made warmth flood his groin?
For a few moments Bakura was distracted from the holographic scene by what he was doing to himself, and by Ryou's pleading but unconvincing protests.
When he raised his eyes to the scene before him, he paused and scowled. While he wasn't watching, Malik had pushed Ryou back until he was pinned against the wall at the back of the stage. He held him there with one hand on Ryou's throat and the other pinching a nipple in his long nails. His thigh was thrust between Ryou's legs. Ryou's hands tugged at his shoulder, his hair, his arm, but couldn't dislodge him. His mouth descended onto Ryou's, kissing him so hard it looked like he would suck the breath from him.
It was disturbingly arousing, to see Ryou helpless like that, and to see the blond man's hips grind against him. He felt Ryou's mind shrink from the vision and slip away in horror. Bakura couldn't stop watching Malik's lustful attack, even though something else rose within him, a tendril of anger that anyone, especially Malik, would handle Ryou this way.
He stroked himself, unable to prevent his hand from moving even though his anger slowly grew. But his hand froze and his anger flared to overcome his lust when the Ryou in the vision suddenly stopped fighting Malik. His head fell back with a sigh as Malik's teeth nipped his white throat. Ryou's hands entwined in Malik's hair and held him, and then one hand fell down his back to grip his khaki-clad ass.
"Damn!" Bakura said before he knew the word escaped him.
The scene was still hot. That was the worst of it. Ryou's surrender inflamed him, but Malik's possession infuriated him.
What did Kaiba know, anyway, he fumed. What made him think Ryou would give himself to anyone else like that? He wouldn't. He'd better not.
Bakura was so caught up in staring and fuming that he almost didn't hear the doorknob rattle. He leaped from the chair like a startled cat and slipped behind the curtain at the far side of the room just in time. He peered out cautiously as Kaiba came striding in, stark naked, eyes ablaze, and fully aroused.
Kaiba reached the control console in three strides, then froze. He gaped at the holographic display, where Ryou was now slowly sinking to his knees in front of Malik. The Egyptian looked down on him with a strangely benevolent smile, stroking his feathery hair.
Bakura saw Kaiba's eyes narrow as he glared at the scene, then at the control console.
"I could have sworn..." he muttered. He bent closer to examine the console. "Must have screwed up the input commands when I was reprogramming it earlier..."
He stabbed a finger at the panel. To Bakura's frustration and relief, the scene vanished.
Kaiba studied the console for a split second longer, then shook his head with a growl. "Later!" he told himself sharply. He turned aside and grabbed something from a pocket at the side of the command chair. With a quick glance at the bottle in his hand, he spun on his heel and left the room as quickly as he'd appeared.
Bakura stood in the shadow behind the curtain for several heartbeats after he heard the door slam shut behind Kaiba.
/Do you want to see more?/ he asked Ryou. /Did you enjoy having Malik groping you?/
/No! Please don't start it again./ Ryou pleaded, as Bakura sauntered back to the control console. Having cooled down somewhat, Bakura noticed for the first time that there were some other emotions entangled with Ryou's shock and alarm. He prodded with his mind and got Ryou's indignant response. /I know you want Malik to touch you like that, but I don't!/ he snapped.
Bakura paused in the act of reaching for the controls. "I want Malik? Is that what you think made it so exciting for me? You're wrong, my host. It was you."
Ryou's thoughts stuttered to silence.
/Me?/ he echoed.
Bakura closed his eyes and slid his hand down his thigh again, edging toward his crotch. /Yes, you, Ryou,/ he thought, envisioning Ryou as he'd seen him, and then adding a vision of himself in Malik's place.
He was in control of the body, but it was Ryou's will that thrust his hips against Bakura's hand.
Bakura smiled and sat down in the chair. He stretched out his legs and lightly stroked himself. Ryou's thoughts were startled into a confused purr of pleasure.
He glanced at the console. His eyes widened as he made out the words now flashing on the screen.
* Awaiting programmer input. Random seme/uke values have been reconfigured. Alter character array now? Y-- N-- *
"Definitely," Bakura said, and hit the command for "yes."
***
True to his word, as always, Yugi hadn't moved when Kaiba returned. Once again his breath caught in his throat as he saw Yugi spread out on his bed. He could only stand and stare for a few seconds, and Yugi stared back with his huge, amethyst eyes. Then his lashes lowered onto his cheek, and he bent his leg, opening himself still wider to Kaiba's gaze.
Kaiba felt a wave of unreality wash over him. This couldn't be real. But as Yugi looked up at him again with a small smile, he felt like it was Yugi that was real, and he himself who was the insubstantial hologram, a ghost without a body.
Yugi watched him stare like that for a few seconds, and then lifted his head, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Kaiba? Are you alright?" he asked.
Kaiba remembered to breathe, and the bodiless feeling disappeared. That was the real Yugi, all right. And the ache in his loins was real, too. Kaiba didn't even remember moving. He was on the bed again, kneeling between Yugi's spread legs, fumbling with the bottle of oil.
Yugi put his head back on the pillow, watching Kaiba with a look of relief that quickly became one of anticipation, as Kaiba poured out a palmful of oil and began to spread it over his stiff cock. The familiar almond-honey scent engulfed him, mingled with the new scent of Yugi as he bent closer. He slid his oiled hand between Yugi's legs.
Yugi's brows twitched at this new sensation. He lifted one leg, bending his knee up to allow Kaiba easier access. Kaiba closed his eyes and sighed as his fingers pressed into the narrow cleft and found Yugi's opening. With a little chirruping sound of surprise, Yugi pressed back against his fingers. Before he knew what was happening, Kaiba's first finger had slipped inside him.
"Kaiba...." Yugi sighed as he clenched around Kaiba's finger. "Seto.... oh...."
Kaiba wrapped his free arm around Yugi and nearly collapsed onto him with a choked moan. In response, Yugi threw his legs and arms around Kaiba and drew him down.
He couldn't wait any longer. Yugi wouldn't let him.
He had just enough presence of mind to pull an extra pillow from the far side of the bed and wedge it under Yugi's hips. With one more amazed look at Yugi's body as it was offered to him, he leaned down again, arms at Yugi's side, his face close enough to see his eyelashes. He reached between them, and met Yugi's hands already there, reaching for him to guide him in.
The heat at the entrance alone was almost enough to overwhelm him. Yugi's hands on him were a scorching pressure. He trembled as the tip of his cock, the center of his being at that moment, pressed into the tight opening.
It was so tight and so hot he almost screamed, and yet with Yugi pressing back against him, he slid in easily. Yugi gasped, his breath rasping in Kaiba's ear, but he kept pressing, seeking more of Kaiba inside of him.
Yugi started to make that beautiful sound again. His legs were locked around Kaiba's back, his hands digging into Kaiba's shoulders. Kaiba sunk into the impossibly tight, incredibly welcoming depths of him, inch by inch, trembling with the strain of moving so slowly when his hips wanted to plunge like a piston.
Yugi shuddered around him as he came to rest, his length fully embedded in that hot enclosure. Then Yugi's mouth was on his neck, lips and tongue tasting him, moaning against him. He crushed Yugi to him in his arms, unable to do more while his heart pounded and his cock throbbed. It was Yugi who began to move first.
For a few long seconds, it seemed that Kaiba couldn't see or hear, all of his other senses blinded by the intense pleasure at his core. Then something drew his eyes open.
He'd pushed himself up onto his elbows so their hips could move together. Yugi was arched beneath him, his entire body flexing as he took Kaiba inside. His eyes were locked on Kaiba's face, fierce with desire. His cock was rigid and red.
Kaiba watched as if from a distance as Yugi pulled his hand toward it. It was hot to the touch as he closed his fingers around it. Yugi threw his head back and cried Kaiba's name out loud.
It was nothing like Kaiba had imagined it would be, and it was everything he'd ever desired.
He growled Yugi's name in turn and began to fuck him in earnest. Yugi thrashed beneath him, alternately fixing him with that fierce stare and throwing his head back to moan.
"Please, oh please," Kaiba found himself moaning. The words he always said to the hologram, the command to come for him, got stuck in his throat. Yugi didn't need his command. With a sudden jolt his body stiffened and then seemed to melt. Hot liquid spurted from within Kaiba's fist, Yugi's cock pulsing against his fingers. The creamy fluid splashed onto Yugi's chest up to his neck, and with each spurt Yugi jerked and shouted part of Kaiba's name.
Kaiba felt himself melt inside, becoming a molten pool at the base of his own spine. He dove onto Yugi, clutching the smaller body with his arms and his whole being, as something inside of him exploded. The sent and taste and sound of Yugi filled his senses as he pumped his release into him, and Yugi held on to him and received it all.
Kaiba's strength gave out at last. He slid from Yugi's body, and then tipped off to the side, feeling as if his bones had dissolved.
There was a shuddering moment of stillness. Then, with a sigh, Yugi shifted in his arms, nestling against him as if he'd never belonged anywhere else.
Kaiba's arms ached. His chest hurt. A familiar, burning warmth coiled inside of him. A feeling that always lurked inside, a need always denied, came flashing to the surface, finally escaping in a sob. He gathered Yugi in his arms and began to kiss him and caress him with shocking tenderness.
Yugi wiggled in his arms, sighing happily. Kaiba managed to stop himself from landing kisses on every inch of Yugi's skin and pulled back to look at him. His face was glowing with contentment, edging toward sleepiness. His eyes had returned to their soft violet shade, having lost the lustful energy that darkened them. He raised his face to kiss Kaiba sweetly on the lips, and then laid his head back on the pillow. Watching Kaiba stare at him, his brow crinkled in concern.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," Kaiba managed to whisper. "Nothing is wrong...." his fingers trembled against Yugi's face. "Did I hurt you?"
Yugi seemed to consider this a moment. "Not really," he shook his head. "It was worth it anyway," he added, with that shy but lustful smile flashing across his face. But then he frowned again. "Are you all right?" he asked.
Kaiba tried to remove the stricken look he knew he must have been wearing, but all he could do was bury his head against Yugi's shoulder to try to hide it. The sobbing need threatened to leap up his throat again. He tried to prevent it from escaping by touching Yugi, kissing him, breathing him in.
But it didn't work, because Yugi asked again, "What's wrong, Seto?"
"Nothing," he said, but he only managed to get a tiny portion of his usual sharpness into his voice. "Nothing except... I love you, Yugi."
The words escaped his lips without his permission. He thought he would shatter in the silent seconds that followed.
Then Yugi touched his lips to Kaiba's. He opened his eyes to see Yugi smiling at him, eyes flashing with joy. The need trapped so long inside of him uncoiled itself. He found himself smiling back. /Smiling like an idiot,/ his sarcastic voice said inside his head. But he didn't care. He couldn't.
"I think I love you too, Seto," Yugi said in wonder at himself. "I think I have all along."
Yugi kissed him again. For a brief moment, desire flared in Kaiba again as Yugi's tongue and lips danced with his.
But all that had been trapped inside him for so long now left him exhausted. Even as a spark of desire coursed through him, his eyelids dropped. One last thought came into his mind as he felt Yugi settle into his arms and give a sleepy sigh.
"Happy Birthday, Yugi," he said just before he fell asleep.
***
Bakura crept out of the room of lights and shadows with one last glance at the virtual scene behind him. It had just concluded, and the two white-haired lovers lay entwined in each other's arms on the silk sheets. Ryou's softer, delicate body was spread out under the more angular and hardened body that Bakura had added to Kaiba's little game. Sharper eyes, wilder hair, and of course a higher seme value, completed the picture that represented himself. He was sure even Kaiba would recognize it.
He grinned and turned away. If he stayed any longer he would catch the beginning of the next loop in the endlessly repeating program, and then he would just have to watch it again. Twice through was enough for now. Ryou's lovely, real body was ready to drop from exhaustion after two soul-searing orgasms inside an hour.
He hardly needed his customary stealth to get through Kaiba's bedroom undetected. Covered only by each other, pale limbs entangled and hair mingled on the pillow, Kaiba and Yugi slept as deeply as only fulfilled lovers could sleep. Bakura paused to look down at them. They were very pretty together, he decided, with Kaiba's long limbs and rather thin face a pleasing contrast to Yugi's compact but well-developed body and his rounder, more boyish face. An unconventional couple, though. He wondered what their friends would think if they knew.
With a last grin at the sleeping lovers, Bakura slipped out of Kaiba's room and stalked away.
***
The End.
[Did I do good? After all the great reviews for the first part, I got really worried about whether I could live up your expectations. That's why it took so long to finish it. I just hope people enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! *grin*]
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Kaiba/Yugi, with a side helping of Malik/Ryou and a brief taste of Bakura/Ryou.
Type: yaoi/slash
Warnings: male/male sex, voyeurism and a touch of angst.
Status: complete. at last.
Spoilers: none.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Summary: Kaiba fulfills his fantasy.
AN: If you read my other fics, you may have noticed a certain pattern.... Seto Kaiba never quite gets what he expects. I can't help it. He's so sure of himself, I just have to mess with his head whenever I write about him. At least this time, what he gets is pretty close to what he thought he wanted!
In the manga, there's an indication that Bakura is pretty good with computers. I took that and ran with it.
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Room of the Soul part 4
Seto laid Yugi on his bed and knelt over him. Yugi's hands clutched at his arms, tried to pull him down for another kiss, but he resisted. Instead, he pulled Yugi's jacket off the arm it dangled from, and then smoothed his rumbled shirt over his chest so he could deal with those damnable buttons. This time, they cooperated.
Yugi sighed, his mouth a round "o" of surprise, as Kaiba pushed his shirt open and spread his hands over Yugi's chest. His palms brushed Yugi's nipples, and he rubbed in circles over them gently until they rose to tiny points. He wanted to taste them. But there was still something in his way.
Kaiba's hand hesitated, reluctant to touch the golden pyramid that hung around Yugi's neck. He knew that damn Puzzle was a part of Yugi, as much as his amethyst eyes and his tri-colored hair. But he also knew it was part of that other side of Yugi, the side he didn't want to think about at all. Especially not now.
"Wait," Yugi said softly. He touched Kaiba's hands to stop their movements. His brows dove into a frown as he looked down at the Puzzle.
Kaiba opened his mouth to say that it would have to come off; it would be in the way. Just then Yugi nodded as if reaching a decision of his own. To Kaiba's relief, he quickly lifted the chain off over his head. He placed the Puzzle on the far side of the bed, not quite out of sight or out of reach. Kaiba scowled at it a moment, wishing it was further away.
When he returned his attention to Yugi, he forgot about the Puzzle and everything else. Yugi had the look of someone who had crossed a point of no return, an expression of determination mingled with fear and longing. That flicker of fear in Yugi's eyes lanced through Kaiba like the crack of a whip, and made his cock throb painfully. Yugi was afraid - but he was still here.
"Kaiba..." he said. His hands reached up again to tug at Kaiba's shirt. Kaiba took Yugi's hands and pushed them back, held them down on the pillow beside his head.
"Not yet," he said.
Yugi's breath caught in his throat. He didn't resist, but his limbs were tense in Kaiba's grasp.
Kaiba bent down and flicked the tip of his tongue over a stiff little nipple. Yugi gasped and went limp. Kaiba smiled and made a hum of satisfaction against Yugi's chest. Then he pulled Yugi's nipple into his mouth and sucked.
The sound Yugi made was beautiful. He writhed under Kaiba as if he couldn't decide whether to pull away or push himself up into Kaiba's touch. Kaiba licked and sucked at each nipple in turn. The taste of Yugi's skin made him feel high, as if it was a sweet drug that went straight to his brain.
Yugi's legs thrashed, tangling with his, and then his hips jutted upward, colliding with Kaiba's erection. Kaiba lowered his body to pin Yugi down, but Yugi only squirmed harder against him, trying to feel more of Kaiba's hardness pressed onto him.
Kaiba knew he didn't have to hold Yugi's hands down anymore. He slid his arms down under Yugi and lifted him. Yugi's back arched and his head fell back. Kaiba held him that way while he licked first one nipple and then the other in turn, sucking and making tiny nips with his teeth. The sounds, those beautiful moaning sighs, kept rising from Yugi's throat.
Kaiba raised his head to brush a kiss against Yugi's parted lips, tasting his luscious moan, and then kissed his exposed neck just beneath his leather collar. Then he ran his tongue down Yugi's breastbone, and down, all the way down to his navel. Yugi's body rippled under him.
Kaiba's hands slipped lower, cupping his ass and lifting it. His teeth tugged on the zipper of Yugi's jeans. They would be coming off soon, but for now, Kaiba simply found the hard ridge of flesh that was waiting for him under the denim, and pressed his mouth around it. Yugi's moan leaped to a high pitch and broke off in a gasp.
The scent of Yugi's arousal enveloped him, the taste of him through damp denim filled his mouth. He sucked and worked his tongue and lips as if he could eat his way through the fabric.
Yugi's breathing was too fast and shallow to allow him to making any sound now. His hands scrambled on Kaiba's hair and at his neck, and then flew down and tugged at the fly of his jeans near Kaiba's mouth.
"Kaiba!" he managed to gasp. He sounded desperate, alarmed even. Kaiba wanted to continue his sweet torture, but he knew he might go too far. He couldn't let Yugi come like this. He wanted to see it when it happened.
He pulled back and once again brushed Yugi's hands away. He smiled at the expression on Yugi's face; it was so desperate and dazed.
"Wait," he said, holding Yugi's hands still. Yugi panted for breath but forced himself to do as Kaiba said.
Holding Yugi's gaze the whole time, Kaiba opened his jeans and pulled them down. Swiftly, he removed Yugi's pants and the last of his clothing, releasing his small but perfect body to his view.
He allowed his gaze to rest for a while on all that was revealed. Yugi's erection swelled stiffly against his thigh. It was perfectly shaped and the tip had a dusky, rosy color, just as Kaiba had known it would have.
Yugi's eyebrows and lips twitched in anticipation as Kaiba sat looking down on him. His eyes were huge, dark, liquid. His throat worked, as if that sound was struggling to come out of him again.
"You like having me look at you like this," he said. It was a statement of realization, but Yugi took it as a question.
"Um-hm," Yugi replied. He swallowed as if speaking was difficult. "But I still want to look at you, too," he managed to add.
Kaiba closed his eyes against the wave of lust those words inspired in him, but quickly opened them again to smile down at Yugi.
"In a moment." he said.
He bent forward, leaning down over Yugi's body, his face close to Yugi's. He heard Yugi's soft, quick breaths in his ear as he touched the leather collar. It was the only article remaining. He caught Yugi's gaze, his face so close that his hair hung down and mingled with the golden lock on Yugi's forehead.
"This stays on," he said. He ran his fingers across the collar. "Do you understand?"
Yugi's eyes were like violet pools he could have fallen into. Yugi swallowed hard. He knew what Kaiba was saying. He had to. Didn't he?
Yugi nodded, one quick shake of his head. Fear and hunger danced in his eyes.
"Whatever you want, Kaiba," he said. His voice was very soft.
Those words shot through him like a hot lance. What Kaiba wanted was to spread Yugi wide and take him, hard and fast, right then and there. Instead, to keep himself from trembling with need, he pulled Yugi into his arms and kissed him hard and deep. Yugi opened up and sucked Kaiba's tongue into his mouth hungrily. Kaiba moaned, clutching him.
Yugi's fingers stole in between them, seeking Kaiba's skin. When they managed to slide under his shirt, Kaiba jumped and gasped as if he'd been touched with fire. He pulled back quickly, pushing Yugi down beneath him again.
"All right!" he snarled at his own need.
He might have envisioned something different, but it didn't matter. He yanked his dress shirt off so quickly it ripped at the seams. That didn't matter either. He just needed Yugi to touch him. With another snarl, he jumped off the bed and scrambled out of his trousers. Then he climbed onto his hands and knees over Yugi, pinning his arms and legs lightly with his own.
He let Yugi look at him. Again, fear and hunger mingled in his expression as he took in all of Kaiba's body looming over him. Kaiba's erection bobbed above his stomach as if it was reaching for him. Yugi raised one hand to touch him, and Kaiba held his breath as that touch spread fire from his chest to his groin.
"I knew you were beautiful," Yugi said in a tone of wonder.
Kaiba was shocked. It was nearly the last thing he would have expected Yugi to say. Yugi's gaze lifted from Kaiba's hard, slim, hungry body to his face. A hint of his shyness returned.
"Especially, you're beautiful when you look at me like this," Yugi said with a bashful smile. "And when you smile. When you really smile...."
Kaiba wasn't smiling now. He was too surprised by Yugi's words, too caught up in the beautiful glow on Yugi's face.
Yugi's gaze lowered again, lashes fluttering onto his flushed cheek under Kaiba's hungry stare.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked in his soft voice.
/Submit to me,/ he wanted to say. That's what the fantasy in his virtual game was all about. /Surrender to me completely./ That's what he always saw Yugi doing as the scene unfolded. Always, he surrendered himself completely, to someone... and always, Kaiba suddenly realized, that someone ended up being himself, no matter who the Random Pairing Generator chose to be Yugi's partner at the start of the scene.
But other words came into his head, almost forcing themselves out of his mouth. /Make love to me. Accept me. Love me. Take me..../
"Yugi," he said, his voice choked with conflicted need.
Yugi's eyes opened. There was still fear there, and longing, and that captivating mixture of shyness and desire that Kaiba never thought he'd really see. There was also concern.
Yugi reached out to him. He touched Kaiba's face with his fingertips, invitingly soft, coaxing him down gently.
Kaiba couldn't be gentle. He wanted Yugi too much.
He dove down, taking Yugi's mouth in his again, sucking and biting. Yugi began to wiggle underneath him again as he pinned him down with his full weight. He pressed Yugi's legs apart with his own and thrust against Yugi's hardness, feeling it poke his stomach. Yugi gave a muffled moan but spread his legs wider. Kaiba's extra inches of height meant that his own stiff cock poked its head up under Yugi's balls.
Kaiba's mouth left Yugi gasping, and he kissed and licked at his face, his fluttering eyelids, his flaming cheeks, and then nuzzled into the damp locks of his hair, that ridiculous beautiful, three-colored hair. Yugi's arms were around him, scrambling at his back, grabbing his shoulder blades to hold him down or else push him up so that he could squirm more freely underneath him.
Kaiba tasted him, and reveled in his scent: the salty sweat on his neck, the softly sweet scent of his hair, and the intoxicating odor of his arousal. Yugi started to make that sound again, that questing, surprised-sounding moan, when Kaiba's tongue traced down his chest to his nipple.
Suddenly, Kaiba realized Yugi's hands were reaching between them again, down low, seeking to touch him. He wondered if Yugi even knew just what he was doing as his fingers grazed Kaiba's erection, lifting his own balls out of the way and raising his hips, so that Kaiba's cock nudged in to the tight crack of his ass.
Kaiba shuddered as he felt himself pressed into that tight, warm place. Was Yugi really offering this to him? Could he know what he was doing, or was lust blindly driving him?
"Yugi," he said, though it came out in a rough whisper. "What do you think you're doing?"
Yugi's questing hands and thrusting hips barely slowed. Yugi's mouth found his neck, and a hot tongue licked his skin.
"Want you...in me," Yugi said, his voice muffled against Kaiba's neck. "Like in the other room. Like the hologram."
Kaiba understood in a flash. The vision that Yugi must have seen came back to him with vivid force. He moaned out loud. */It was beautiful,/* Yugi had said afterward, to Kaiba's disbelief.
Gritting his teeth and nearly letting out a scream, Kaiba tensed and drew away from Yugi's body. Yugi tried to grab him but he lifted himself out of reach, and held Yugi down with a piercing glare.
The look of disappointment Yugi had worn earlier when he'd said he was leaving the party had stabbed him like a knife. The look he wore now threatened to tear out Kaiba's heart.
"Not like this...." he panted with difficulty. It felt like his balls were wrapped around his spine, and it was hard to breath. But he had to do this. As much as he wanted to plunge his aching cock into Yugi's beautiful, surprisingly willing ass, he couldn't do it like this.
He couldn't hurt Yugi.
He just couldn't.
"Wait," he rasped. He avoided looking at Yugi's face, knowing it would make him do something he'd regret. He made it a point never to regret anything, but if he took Yugi like this...
He touched Yugi's face blindly with a trembling hand. "Wait. I need.... we need something...."
He couldn't form words, but he could think, a little. Enough to swear to himself, because what he needed was in the other room.
"Don't move," he commanded. He dared to glance at Yugi then, as he rose up off the bed.
Yugi lay there with his limbs spread wide, his chest heaving, his hair spread out across the pillow. His erection wept, stiff and tight against his belly. His eyes were wide, questioning; but as Kaiba looked down on him, the fear in them softened back into trust. He gave a tiny nod of his head.
"I'll wait," he said.
Clenching his fists at his sides, Kaiba drew himself together with a massive effort, and turned toward the door that led to his virtual game room.
***
Bakura already knew Ryou's body was attractive in delicate way. Like fine, rare ivory, smoothly sculpted into soft angles and curves that invited the touch of a hand. He also knew, better than anyone, that under that soft beauty Ryou had an inner strength fed by strong emotions, a force of will that smoldered under the surface where few ever detected it. He'd felt it, especially lately. It was starting to wrap itself around his soul, even while he casually took control of his host's delicate body.
He thought of both beauty and strength as he watched Ryou dance alone on the virtual stage. His ivory-pale skin gleamed in the smoky light of the club. His hips undulated seductively and his arms beckoned. Slowly, piece by piece, he drew off all of his clothes and tossed them aside. His eyes ignored the crowd, focused on some inner vision. His hair flowed over his back like silver water.
When he was naked except for the satin g-string that only served to emphasize his full cock, Malik appeared out of the crowd. He approached Ryou until he stood directly in front of him, not quite touching him as he continued his sinuous dance. Bakura hissed through his teeth as Malik raised his hand to touch Ryou's hair, drawing one strand of it away from his face.
Ryou opened his eyes, slowly relinquishing his dream. The melting-chocolate eyes Bakura had seen staring back from the mirror whenever he occupied Ryou's body looked almost black, dazed with lust. Slowly, Ryou focused on Malik, and smiled.
The blond Egyptian took his smile as an invitation and permission to touch him. He pressed his fully clothed body against Ryou's. The back of his hand caressed Ryou's cheek, and then slipped behind his neck, under his hair. He pulled Ryou's face forward, and their mouths hovered near each other, not quite closing the distance, only a shared breath of air between them.
Bakura found himself biting his own knuckle. Ryou looked glorious. He found himself desiring the vision before him, wishing it were real. Of course, it was, in a way. That was his own body gyrating so seductively before his eyes, although it was clearly Ryou and not his personality doing that graceful, seductive dance. He shifted in Kaiba's chair and ran his hands down his thighs. Ryou's body responded to his desire and his touch.
The body responded, but Ryou's thought skittered in his mind, disturbed by what he was seeing. He almost laughed out loud.
/Is this not how you see yourself, my host? Wouldn't you dance like that for me?/
/For you?/ Ryou echoed in confusion. /How could I?/
/If you did,/ Bakura continued, as he watched Malik's hands roam over Ryou on the stage, /I would touch you like that. Like this.../ He followed Malik's movements with his own hands. Ryou's confusion grew and his thoughts fluttered like birds trapped in a net.
/Don't do that,/ Ryou thought with sudden clarity, as Bakura's hand cupped his arousal. Or was it Ryou's arousal? Was the holographic scene turning his host on, or was it the touch of his own hand that made warmth flood his groin?
For a few moments Bakura was distracted from the holographic scene by what he was doing to himself, and by Ryou's pleading but unconvincing protests.
When he raised his eyes to the scene before him, he paused and scowled. While he wasn't watching, Malik had pushed Ryou back until he was pinned against the wall at the back of the stage. He held him there with one hand on Ryou's throat and the other pinching a nipple in his long nails. His thigh was thrust between Ryou's legs. Ryou's hands tugged at his shoulder, his hair, his arm, but couldn't dislodge him. His mouth descended onto Ryou's, kissing him so hard it looked like he would suck the breath from him.
It was disturbingly arousing, to see Ryou helpless like that, and to see the blond man's hips grind against him. He felt Ryou's mind shrink from the vision and slip away in horror. Bakura couldn't stop watching Malik's lustful attack, even though something else rose within him, a tendril of anger that anyone, especially Malik, would handle Ryou this way.
He stroked himself, unable to prevent his hand from moving even though his anger slowly grew. But his hand froze and his anger flared to overcome his lust when the Ryou in the vision suddenly stopped fighting Malik. His head fell back with a sigh as Malik's teeth nipped his white throat. Ryou's hands entwined in Malik's hair and held him, and then one hand fell down his back to grip his khaki-clad ass.
"Damn!" Bakura said before he knew the word escaped him.
The scene was still hot. That was the worst of it. Ryou's surrender inflamed him, but Malik's possession infuriated him.
What did Kaiba know, anyway, he fumed. What made him think Ryou would give himself to anyone else like that? He wouldn't. He'd better not.
Bakura was so caught up in staring and fuming that he almost didn't hear the doorknob rattle. He leaped from the chair like a startled cat and slipped behind the curtain at the far side of the room just in time. He peered out cautiously as Kaiba came striding in, stark naked, eyes ablaze, and fully aroused.
Kaiba reached the control console in three strides, then froze. He gaped at the holographic display, where Ryou was now slowly sinking to his knees in front of Malik. The Egyptian looked down on him with a strangely benevolent smile, stroking his feathery hair.
Bakura saw Kaiba's eyes narrow as he glared at the scene, then at the control console.
"I could have sworn..." he muttered. He bent closer to examine the console. "Must have screwed up the input commands when I was reprogramming it earlier..."
He stabbed a finger at the panel. To Bakura's frustration and relief, the scene vanished.
Kaiba studied the console for a split second longer, then shook his head with a growl. "Later!" he told himself sharply. He turned aside and grabbed something from a pocket at the side of the command chair. With a quick glance at the bottle in his hand, he spun on his heel and left the room as quickly as he'd appeared.
Bakura stood in the shadow behind the curtain for several heartbeats after he heard the door slam shut behind Kaiba.
/Do you want to see more?/ he asked Ryou. /Did you enjoy having Malik groping you?/
/No! Please don't start it again./ Ryou pleaded, as Bakura sauntered back to the control console. Having cooled down somewhat, Bakura noticed for the first time that there were some other emotions entangled with Ryou's shock and alarm. He prodded with his mind and got Ryou's indignant response. /I know you want Malik to touch you like that, but I don't!/ he snapped.
Bakura paused in the act of reaching for the controls. "I want Malik? Is that what you think made it so exciting for me? You're wrong, my host. It was you."
Ryou's thoughts stuttered to silence.
/Me?/ he echoed.
Bakura closed his eyes and slid his hand down his thigh again, edging toward his crotch. /Yes, you, Ryou,/ he thought, envisioning Ryou as he'd seen him, and then adding a vision of himself in Malik's place.
He was in control of the body, but it was Ryou's will that thrust his hips against Bakura's hand.
Bakura smiled and sat down in the chair. He stretched out his legs and lightly stroked himself. Ryou's thoughts were startled into a confused purr of pleasure.
He glanced at the console. His eyes widened as he made out the words now flashing on the screen.
* Awaiting programmer input. Random seme/uke values have been reconfigured. Alter character array now? Y-- N-- *
"Definitely," Bakura said, and hit the command for "yes."
***
True to his word, as always, Yugi hadn't moved when Kaiba returned. Once again his breath caught in his throat as he saw Yugi spread out on his bed. He could only stand and stare for a few seconds, and Yugi stared back with his huge, amethyst eyes. Then his lashes lowered onto his cheek, and he bent his leg, opening himself still wider to Kaiba's gaze.
Kaiba felt a wave of unreality wash over him. This couldn't be real. But as Yugi looked up at him again with a small smile, he felt like it was Yugi that was real, and he himself who was the insubstantial hologram, a ghost without a body.
Yugi watched him stare like that for a few seconds, and then lifted his head, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Kaiba? Are you alright?" he asked.
Kaiba remembered to breathe, and the bodiless feeling disappeared. That was the real Yugi, all right. And the ache in his loins was real, too. Kaiba didn't even remember moving. He was on the bed again, kneeling between Yugi's spread legs, fumbling with the bottle of oil.
Yugi put his head back on the pillow, watching Kaiba with a look of relief that quickly became one of anticipation, as Kaiba poured out a palmful of oil and began to spread it over his stiff cock. The familiar almond-honey scent engulfed him, mingled with the new scent of Yugi as he bent closer. He slid his oiled hand between Yugi's legs.
Yugi's brows twitched at this new sensation. He lifted one leg, bending his knee up to allow Kaiba easier access. Kaiba closed his eyes and sighed as his fingers pressed into the narrow cleft and found Yugi's opening. With a little chirruping sound of surprise, Yugi pressed back against his fingers. Before he knew what was happening, Kaiba's first finger had slipped inside him.
"Kaiba...." Yugi sighed as he clenched around Kaiba's finger. "Seto.... oh...."
Kaiba wrapped his free arm around Yugi and nearly collapsed onto him with a choked moan. In response, Yugi threw his legs and arms around Kaiba and drew him down.
He couldn't wait any longer. Yugi wouldn't let him.
He had just enough presence of mind to pull an extra pillow from the far side of the bed and wedge it under Yugi's hips. With one more amazed look at Yugi's body as it was offered to him, he leaned down again, arms at Yugi's side, his face close enough to see his eyelashes. He reached between them, and met Yugi's hands already there, reaching for him to guide him in.
The heat at the entrance alone was almost enough to overwhelm him. Yugi's hands on him were a scorching pressure. He trembled as the tip of his cock, the center of his being at that moment, pressed into the tight opening.
It was so tight and so hot he almost screamed, and yet with Yugi pressing back against him, he slid in easily. Yugi gasped, his breath rasping in Kaiba's ear, but he kept pressing, seeking more of Kaiba inside of him.
Yugi started to make that beautiful sound again. His legs were locked around Kaiba's back, his hands digging into Kaiba's shoulders. Kaiba sunk into the impossibly tight, incredibly welcoming depths of him, inch by inch, trembling with the strain of moving so slowly when his hips wanted to plunge like a piston.
Yugi shuddered around him as he came to rest, his length fully embedded in that hot enclosure. Then Yugi's mouth was on his neck, lips and tongue tasting him, moaning against him. He crushed Yugi to him in his arms, unable to do more while his heart pounded and his cock throbbed. It was Yugi who began to move first.
For a few long seconds, it seemed that Kaiba couldn't see or hear, all of his other senses blinded by the intense pleasure at his core. Then something drew his eyes open.
He'd pushed himself up onto his elbows so their hips could move together. Yugi was arched beneath him, his entire body flexing as he took Kaiba inside. His eyes were locked on Kaiba's face, fierce with desire. His cock was rigid and red.
Kaiba watched as if from a distance as Yugi pulled his hand toward it. It was hot to the touch as he closed his fingers around it. Yugi threw his head back and cried Kaiba's name out loud.
It was nothing like Kaiba had imagined it would be, and it was everything he'd ever desired.
He growled Yugi's name in turn and began to fuck him in earnest. Yugi thrashed beneath him, alternately fixing him with that fierce stare and throwing his head back to moan.
"Please, oh please," Kaiba found himself moaning. The words he always said to the hologram, the command to come for him, got stuck in his throat. Yugi didn't need his command. With a sudden jolt his body stiffened and then seemed to melt. Hot liquid spurted from within Kaiba's fist, Yugi's cock pulsing against his fingers. The creamy fluid splashed onto Yugi's chest up to his neck, and with each spurt Yugi jerked and shouted part of Kaiba's name.
Kaiba felt himself melt inside, becoming a molten pool at the base of his own spine. He dove onto Yugi, clutching the smaller body with his arms and his whole being, as something inside of him exploded. The sent and taste and sound of Yugi filled his senses as he pumped his release into him, and Yugi held on to him and received it all.
Kaiba's strength gave out at last. He slid from Yugi's body, and then tipped off to the side, feeling as if his bones had dissolved.
There was a shuddering moment of stillness. Then, with a sigh, Yugi shifted in his arms, nestling against him as if he'd never belonged anywhere else.
Kaiba's arms ached. His chest hurt. A familiar, burning warmth coiled inside of him. A feeling that always lurked inside, a need always denied, came flashing to the surface, finally escaping in a sob. He gathered Yugi in his arms and began to kiss him and caress him with shocking tenderness.
Yugi wiggled in his arms, sighing happily. Kaiba managed to stop himself from landing kisses on every inch of Yugi's skin and pulled back to look at him. His face was glowing with contentment, edging toward sleepiness. His eyes had returned to their soft violet shade, having lost the lustful energy that darkened them. He raised his face to kiss Kaiba sweetly on the lips, and then laid his head back on the pillow. Watching Kaiba stare at him, his brow crinkled in concern.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," Kaiba managed to whisper. "Nothing is wrong...." his fingers trembled against Yugi's face. "Did I hurt you?"
Yugi seemed to consider this a moment. "Not really," he shook his head. "It was worth it anyway," he added, with that shy but lustful smile flashing across his face. But then he frowned again. "Are you all right?" he asked.
Kaiba tried to remove the stricken look he knew he must have been wearing, but all he could do was bury his head against Yugi's shoulder to try to hide it. The sobbing need threatened to leap up his throat again. He tried to prevent it from escaping by touching Yugi, kissing him, breathing him in.
But it didn't work, because Yugi asked again, "What's wrong, Seto?"
"Nothing," he said, but he only managed to get a tiny portion of his usual sharpness into his voice. "Nothing except... I love you, Yugi."
The words escaped his lips without his permission. He thought he would shatter in the silent seconds that followed.
Then Yugi touched his lips to Kaiba's. He opened his eyes to see Yugi smiling at him, eyes flashing with joy. The need trapped so long inside of him uncoiled itself. He found himself smiling back. /Smiling like an idiot,/ his sarcastic voice said inside his head. But he didn't care. He couldn't.
"I think I love you too, Seto," Yugi said in wonder at himself. "I think I have all along."
Yugi kissed him again. For a brief moment, desire flared in Kaiba again as Yugi's tongue and lips danced with his.
But all that had been trapped inside him for so long now left him exhausted. Even as a spark of desire coursed through him, his eyelids dropped. One last thought came into his mind as he felt Yugi settle into his arms and give a sleepy sigh.
"Happy Birthday, Yugi," he said just before he fell asleep.
***
Bakura crept out of the room of lights and shadows with one last glance at the virtual scene behind him. It had just concluded, and the two white-haired lovers lay entwined in each other's arms on the silk sheets. Ryou's softer, delicate body was spread out under the more angular and hardened body that Bakura had added to Kaiba's little game. Sharper eyes, wilder hair, and of course a higher seme value, completed the picture that represented himself. He was sure even Kaiba would recognize it.
He grinned and turned away. If he stayed any longer he would catch the beginning of the next loop in the endlessly repeating program, and then he would just have to watch it again. Twice through was enough for now. Ryou's lovely, real body was ready to drop from exhaustion after two soul-searing orgasms inside an hour.
He hardly needed his customary stealth to get through Kaiba's bedroom undetected. Covered only by each other, pale limbs entangled and hair mingled on the pillow, Kaiba and Yugi slept as deeply as only fulfilled lovers could sleep. Bakura paused to look down at them. They were very pretty together, he decided, with Kaiba's long limbs and rather thin face a pleasing contrast to Yugi's compact but well-developed body and his rounder, more boyish face. An unconventional couple, though. He wondered what their friends would think if they knew.
With a last grin at the sleeping lovers, Bakura slipped out of Kaiba's room and stalked away.
***
The End.
[Did I do good? After all the great reviews for the first part, I got really worried about whether I could live up your expectations. That's why it took so long to finish it. I just hope people enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! *grin*]