Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Other Half ❯ part two ( Chapter 2 )

Ryou knelt before them, sitting back on his heels a little so they would have a full view. His pale skin was flushed, his nipples pink and hard and erect, his tousled hair fell over his heavy-lidded eyes as he gazed up at them dreamily. The tip of his tongue came out and licked Kaiba's taste off his lips. One hand still rested between Kaiba's thighs, caressing the spot behind his cock; Ryou's other hand cupped the base of his own shaft, which stood upright against his slim stomach, a drop of moisture glistening on the red tip. Kaiba looked with new interest; Ryou's erection appeared to be a little longer than his, or perhaps it only stood up straighter, and it was slim and finely shaped. He'd seen it before, but he hadn't taken such note of its shape and size and beauty as he did now.

Suddenly he thought, //he's going to put that inside me??// -- but he found that the thought didn't bother him as much as he'd thought it would. The sensation from the fingers probing his ass so gently but firmly was more arousing than he would have expected, and Ryou's whole manner remained so submissive that there seemed to be no danger, nothing his pride or his body had to fear.

He glanced aside again at Bakura, who was licking his lips as he looked down at his hikari; Kaiba guessed that he longed to taste that drop of liquid that clung so alluringly to Ryou's cock.

Bakura turned to him. "Are you ready for the ultimate experience of pleasure?" His voice was so seductive that, for the moment, it completely overrode any remaining doubts Kaiba might have had about whether getting fucked in the ass could be any kind of pleasure.

"Alright," he growled, hiding any eagerness behind a mask of impatience. "Let's get on with it then. But just how are we going to do this? I won't be taken like some bitch dog in heat," he added.

Bakura seemed to suppress a chuckle. "Of course not, I would never expect it of you. Nevertheless, you have basically only two choices: on your back or from behind. Which do you prefer?"

Kaiba glared at him, making a skeptical sound in his throat, to indicate that he didn't much like either option.

"Please, Kaiba-sama," Ryou said, and they both turned to look down at him. "I believe I can arrange the two of us to your satisfaction," he said.

Kaiba suddenly felt amused again. Ryou played the part so perfectly, yet it was now more clear than ever that he was not nearly as humble or helpless as he seemed.

"What do you suggest?" Kaiba asked.

Ryou looked across the room at the trestle table that served as an executive desk, and the others followed his gaze. "If you stand in front of that desk and only lean forward on it, we should be able to manage quite nicely, I think."

Kaiba considered this. Standing like that seemed to allow him more control over the situation than any other position he could imagine, with the possible exception of having Ryou on his back or perhaps in a chair with Kaiba lowering himself onto Ryou's shaft - an idea that was for some reason not nearly so appealing, perhaps because then it seemed like he'd be doing all the work.

"Very well, we'll try it," he said, nodding curtly. Ryou smiled at him, gave his balls and cock one last loving caress, then stood up.

The desk was long and fairly deep, but since this office was mainly a formal meeting place, it was almost entirely empty. They quickly set aside the lamp, blotter and pen holder. Behind the desk there was a recessed set of shelves, completely filled with various small objects and books, all quite ornamental. Suddenly Kaiba remembered why those shelves were so crowded with useless objects.

"Move all of this," he ordered, striding over and pulling a stack of books off the shelf. The other two looked at him questioningly. "You'll see why in a moment," he said, "just do as I say."

Bakura didn't move to help but Ryou obediently complied. A moment later Bakura laughed and decided to help after all. Behind the shelves there was a large gleaming mirror.

"We had to cover it up when we held press conferences in here, the lights and flashbulbs created too much glare and the reporters didn't like getting pictures of themselves holding cameras," he explained.

Soon everything was piled on a table and chairs off to the side, and the three of them stood before the mirrored wall for a moment. It was an interesting sight, Kaiba thought, the three of them standing there naked, in various states of arousal. Pale Ryou seemed strangely unabashed and innocent in his nudity, with his halo of white hair and his wide brown eyes looking back at them; Bakura, so similar and yet different, his skin a little darker, his hair wilder, and his changeable eyes shifting and sharp, looked like a satyr by comparison. Between them Kaiba seemed dark skinned and almost ordinary. The others looked like chiseled marble statues of ancient male beauty, while he seemed like a modern picture of the young Japanese man perfectly shaped and groomed. Ryou gazed at them all with open appreciation. "You're both so beautiful," he said quite guilessly. But Kaiba noticed that his gaze lingered longer on Bakura, and told himself that this suited him just fine. If he felt a pang of something it was certainly not jealousy or envy, just… impatience.

"Let's not lose the moment," he muttered, with a meaningful glance down at himself and at Ryou.

"No indeed!" Ryou said in alarm after following Kaiba's gaze. He sounded as if some fine dish on the stove was being allowed to simmer too slowly.

"Well, then, where were we?" Bakura said. "If the furniture is now arranged to your liking, you'd better figure out where you want to stand, Kaiba," he said, smirking slightly.

Feeling challenged by that smirk, Kaiba turned around and quickly chose a spot, facing across the desk toward the mirror. Ryou came up behind him, watching himself in the mirror with curiosity. Then he turned his attention back to Kaiba. He embraced Kaiba from behind, reaching around to run his hands over Kaiba's chest much as Bakura had done earlier, and kissing his shoulder.

"Thank you for allowing me this honor, Kaiba-sama," he murmured. Kaiba, accustomed to hearing the fawning politeness of underlings who were not in the least bit humble or demure, automatically searched for sarcasm or double meaning in Ryou's words and, as usual, found none. Even so, he couldn't quite relax into Ryou's alluring touch again. Bakura lounged in the plush office chair beside the desk, idly stroking himself as he gazed up at the two of them.

"Is that all you're going to do?" Kaiba asked, mildly annoyed. "Sit there and watch?"

"For the moment. The view is magnificent, and you'll soon have more than enough to occupy your attention. You'll hardly know I'm here at all."

Kaiba grunted skeptically. His arousal had flagged enough to allow his doubts to return.

"You'll do nothing… invasive, until, or unless, I tell you to," Kaiba ordered Ryou, catching his eye in the mirror.

Ryou's hands continued to stroke him. "Of course, Kaiba-sama," he said, unabashed by the demanding tone of voice. He kissed Kaiba's shoulder and let long pale fingers slip along his shaft, coaxing it back to full attention.

With infinite patience and skill Ryou went back to work. Kaiba still hadn't figured out where he came up with the warm oil, but once again he found the slick warm fingers gliding along his length and dipping behind the root of his cock, making Kaiba shudder with pleasure in spite of himself. Meanwhile, Ryou kissed and nibbled his way down the back of Kaiba's neck, and down his back, running a hot, wet tongue along his spine, down the small of his back, and lower.

Kaiba had never imagined that the place at the very top of the crack of his ass could be so erotically sensitive. The pressure of Ryou's tongue there sent shivers through his whole body. He found himself leaning forward, hands clenched against the hard surface of the desk, pressing back for more contact, almost writhing with pleasure.

Ryou's hands slid between his cheeks, spreading them. Kaiba shuddered in conflicted desire - how could he allow that enticing tongue and those hands to probe deeper? Apparently sensing his reluctance, Ryou's hands returned to caressing him, and he kissed and licked all of the areas he had access to without pushing further, though his tongue and fingers kept returning toward the center. One long finger slid below, sliding along the sensitive skin behind his cock and sending insistent waves of pleasure to the tip of his erection. At the same moment Ryou's tongue pressed again at that surprisingly erotic spot over the base of his spine.

Bakura's voice, so dangerously seductive, was encouraging him to give into the sensations, taunting him for denying himself ultimate pleasure out of mere pride. Kaiba growled low in his throat, but his body agreed. Finally unable to resist Ryou's insistent nudging, he spread his legs a little wider and leaned forward a little more, and willed himself to relax. Ryou sighed with satisfaction and murmured "beautiful." A second later Kaiba felt a firm, wet tongue enter him.

He lowered his head - as much to hide the intense pleasure on his face as for any other reason - and closed his eyes, trying not to release the moan that arose in his throat. The sensation was incredible. He'd had no idea it could feel this good. He glanced up through the shield of his own hair to look in the mirror. Unfortunately at this angle he couldn't see Ryou, but he could see himself. The muscles in his arms and neck stood out, his skin glistened with the heat, and his cock was fully hard and weeping. He looked wanton. He stole a glance at Bakura. The yami was gazing at him with a hungry, appreciative look, almost predatory, but he sat still, making no move, even when he saw Kaiba look at him. His own arousal was evident. Briefly Kaiba wondered which was the more exciting, seeing him submit to his lover or seeing Ryou service him this way. Then Kaiba wondered at himself: was he submitting? It didn't feel like it - it felt like he was on top of all creation, or nearly there.

Without thinking he thrust his ass back against Ryou's mouth, bending over more, demanding more attention, and was rewarded with an even greater wave of pleasure. It almost seemed as if, rather than being taken by Ryou's probing tongue and controlled by his roving hands, he was somehow fucking Ryou's mouth as much as he had been when his cock was deep in the other boy's throat.

Such thoughts were soon lost in the sensations overtaking his body. He stopped wondering at himself for agreeing to this arrangement, questions of power and control no longer made sense, as his body's need defied his urge to analyze.

When Ryou stood up, embracing him from behind, and Kaiba felt the hard slick head of his cock sliding along the cleft of his ass, he felt no resistance in himself in response. Instead he pressed back against Ryou, craving more contact.

For the briefest moment, when Ryou's finger pressed inside where his tongue had been moments before, Kaiba's breath caught in his throat and he clenched - but he thrust the fear aside and allowed Ryou entrance as best he could. Ryou felt him stiffen and hesitated, then pressed in slowly, more deeply as he felt Kaiba relax. Ryou kissed his neck and murmured, "I won't hurt you, Kaiba-sama."

Kaiba gave a grunt of frustration. "I know," he growled, and pushed himself onto Ryou's finger.

A small part of his mind stood aside, aware of the tactics… he'd read of all this somewhere: probe and stretch, one finger, warm oil, then two, deeper, and stretching, all in preparation… He was still surprised when Ryou, having two fingers inside him, suddenly found the spot for which he'd been reaching. Kaiba shuddered and moaned, his head dropping. Without a thought he leaned forward and opened wider, needing more of the feeling that flooded through his whole body. Feeling Kaiba shudder and moan, Ryou sighed again, sounding very happy. "Yes, that's it, Kaiba-sama…."

Kaiba looked up at the mirror again. Ryou's angelic face peered over his shoulder, watching him intently in the mirror. It was all Kaiba could look at for a while as Ryou continued to massage his prostate, pulling out only enough to add another finger. Kaiba moved against him a little, varying the pressure, every little move sending a new wave of pleasure through his body.

He looked over at Bakura, who was drinking in the sight, looking from the mirror to the actual view, watching Ryou's face, and Kaiba's straining erection, and Kaiba's face, with utter fascination. One leg was draped over the arm of the chair, allowing his own hands better access as he stroked himself.

"You're enjoying this too much," Kaiba said through clenched teeth.

"Why shouldn't I? You are both so beautiful this way, and so desirable. Isn't Kaiba beautiful in this state, my Ryou?"

"Yes," Ryou breathed against Kaiba's shoulder. "Very much so."

He slid his cock along the cleft of Kaiba's ass, between his legs, stroking Kaiba's erection with one hand, pressing inside of him with the other, and kissed Kaiba's neck, sucking, teeth grazing lightly. Kaiba felt more desirable and more wanted than he could ever remember feeling in his life, and that made his cock jump in Ryou's hand.

"Are you ready, Kaiba-sama?" he said, sounding almost reverent.

Kaiba - taken and yet honored, both in control and losing control all at once - groaned, and answered: "Yes." He almost didn't hear himself add "Please" in a whimper.

Ryou's fingers left him; Kaiba managed not to moan or thrust his ass back seeking them, but his fists clenched so hard on the desk that his knuckles turned white. A moment later he felt the head of Ryou's cock pressing into him, slowly, but with surprisingly little difficulty. Kaiba had expected some pain and was determined to take it, but he had become so open to Ryou and so thoroughly stimulated there was almost none,. Ryou's hand continued to stroke Kaiba's cock as he pressed more deeply, pulled back a little, and then pressed more deeply still. His other hand moved over Kaiba's body, sometimes pulling on his hip, or traveling up his back to gently push his shoulders down to allow him to go deeper.

Kaiba, with a few remaining shreds of self control, held out as long as he could against the urge to thrust himself back onto Ryou's cock, but it wasn't just out of pride and the need to be in control, it was also to prolong the intensity of the moment. Until, on his third or fourth thrust, Ryou's cock found the same magical place his fingers had found. Then Kaiba lost all thought of holding out. There was no longer any question of shame or pride, just friction and pressure and the need for more of it. Ryou began to move in and out, building a rhythm which Kaiba matched thrust for thrust, grunting a little. He heard Ryou moan, and the sound brought him closer.

His eyes were clenched shut as the pressure built inside of him. As he neared the brink his eyes flew open, to see in the mirror, himself, his head almost down on the desk and his ass thrust back, and Ryou above him, riding him. Ryou's face was contorted with desperate pleasure, and beside them, Bakura licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with lust and pride. Ryou moaned, and the vision and sound sent Kaiba over. He cried out loud as he came hard and long, Ryou's hand pumping him dry. By the time he was done he was nearly lying face down on the desk, gasping like a landed fish. A second or two after his final gasp and shudder, Ryou went rigid and then clung to him, giving an almost anguished cry as he came deep inside Kaiba, who moaned again as he felt Ryou pumping into him.

Kaiba could never remember feeling so satisfied. He stayed there, half standing and half sprawled across the desk, still aware of Ryou's cock inside him, feeling fulfilled and completed, and for a few luscious moments he felt like it would be fine if he never had to move again.

But then he became aware of himself again, and realized he'd have to move after all. Ryou was draped over Kaiba's back, and even with the desk to lean on, Kaiba couldn't hold himself up, say nothing of the two of them. They sunk to their knees, still leaning against the desk. Ryou still clung to him, as limp as if his bones had melted. Kaiba felt nearly as drained himself.

Bakura came over and knelt beside them. While Kaiba caught his breath, Bakura took Ryou's face in his hands and kissed it, licking tears off his eyelids, but Ryou was smiling sleepily at him. Then Bakura pulled Kaiba's face to his with one hand under his chin; the fingers of his other hand trailed through the warm liquid in Ryou's hand and on Kaiba's fading erection. He kissed Kaiba hard and deep, and with the last strength of his arousal, Kaiba kissed him back hungrily. When Bakura pulled away he slumped forward, feeling a wave of luscious weariness overtake him.

He wasn't usually one to fall fully asleep after sex, but he'd never felt this deliciously drained before, either. Somehow he and Ryou ended up curled together facing each other on the floor. Ryou kissed him lightly, looking at him with a sweet, sleepy smile, and Kaiba found himself smiling back indulgently. He would have said a word of praise but he had no strength left to speak, and instead he let Ryou cuddle against him, his head tucked under Kaiba's chin.

He was barely aware of Bakura sitting beside them, his fingers entwined in a lock of Ryou's hair, watching them with a strange smile. Then, for awhile, he let the world fade completely away.

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