Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Pervert ❯ The Pervert ( Chapter 1 )

Sweet notes: This is my story for both the spoon challenge on aff.net and the VR game plot bunny made by tsutsuji on mediaminer.org. I liked the idea of this couple in the series. ^.^ Especially with the whole brainwashing thing. ^_^

Disclaimer: Own the characters do I not.

Warnings: NC-17, lemon, Malik/Jounouchi, heavy talking about Seto/Jou, a little bit of BDSM- but not really enough to call it BDSM and spoons. PWP. One-shot smut. Because Sweets needs the practice.

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The Pervert.

~By Sweetdeily.

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He’s thinking about you naked and hard for him.” The dark skinned blonde spoke after swallowing the ice-cream, sucking the spoon clean of the creamy substance with a loud slurp.

“Really?” Came the prompt from the blonde tied to the bed, followed by a moan as the spoon teased his throbbing plastic-covered member, curving around his cock, taking a mouthful of whipped cream off the side of his heated flesh, revealing the pink-strawberry flavored-condom below the food.

“Uh-huh. He fantasizes about you,” A pause as the spoon was divulged of its substance, “wearing a little studded collar, tied down to his king-sized bed.”

A gasp follows as the last of the vanilla ice-cream is lifted from the slim stomach by the spoon.

“Or even in the dueling stadium. He thinks it’d be even better if you were yelling for help.”

“Oh, help, help! Police.” The food-coated blonde moaned as the spoon came back for more cream and teased his cock through the plastic playfully.

“He thinks about you crawling over his desk in nothing but a little collar, all hard and begging, calling him ‘master.”

A seedless cherry forced itself into Jounouchi’s mouth and the blonde groaned around the food as the pegs on his nubs were twisted sharply.

“Even better; he thinks you’re a screamer.” A wicked smile curved Malik’s lips.

Jounouchi swallowed and raised an eyebrow. “A screamer?”

The other blonde nodded and gave Jounouchi’s ass a hard, long pinch with sharp nails. “Uh-huh. There was even a scenario about you on an altar in Ancient Egypt. Doing kinky things to you with the scepter…”

Color rose to Jounouchi’s ears, a small groan from the sharp pinches on his buttocks- he looked down at the golden sphere peaking between his cheeks. “That would be so disrespectful to an ancient artifact, though.”

The spoon came to Jounouchi’s lips, covered in cream.

“Yes. I can’t imagine where those perverted thoughts,” Malik gave the other blonde’s latex covered cock a long lick, tongue curving around the underside and gathering up the last of the cream, “come from.”

Jounouchi whimpered softly. “He obviously needs to get some.”

Malik sat back up; giving the cock-ring around Jounouchi’s organ a little snap with made the blonde groan in ecstasy. The tanned blonde liked cream off his lips and placed the spoon on the nightstand. “Careful, I played one adventure where he just kidnaps you off the street and has his wicked way with you.”

“Oh, the villain!” Which ended in a gasp as more pegs appeared in Malik’s hands.

“Well, it’s not so much as the character is him. I mean, it doesn’t really ever show you what the character looks like- sort of like playing Doom.” The blonde went on, clipping the first two pegs to the underside of Jounouchi’s armpits, despite Jounouchi’s squirming.

“That’s not a very romantic comparison.” Jounouchi gasped, hips bucking against Malik’s body- desperate for some contact.

“Sorry.” But Malik’s hands aren’t sorry, the last peg rolls over Jounouchi’s throbbing cock. “But he did design the game, and that’s what was on when I walked in.”

“Oh, please…” Jounouchi moaned.

The peg opened and Malik placed it over the tip of Jounouchi’s cock. A groan and a whimper were his rewards. Jounouchi’s hips twisted and the blonde panted. “You, bent over a desk, being done from behind…”

There’s no worry in Jounouchi’s eyes about when the peg will come off. There’s no panic in his body from being helpless and tied down. Only trust and passion cover the blonde’s brown orbs.

And Malik groans now himself, rubbing his cock with one hand and slowly drawing the golden rod from between Jounouchi’s ass-cheeks.

“Who was doing me?” Jounouchi whimpers, trying to follow the rod’s movement.

“Him. The character you play.” Malik pulls it the rest of the way out and tosses the Millennium item across the room. Forced to stop stroking himself he uses sweaty hands to force the other blonde to roll over onto his knees. It twists the rope and makes Jounouchi groan. His legs are spread so wide it probably hurts.

“And you just barged in and started playing?” Jounouchi hissed, offering his ass up.

Malik groaned, fumbling around for the condom packet. “What was he going to do? Call security and complain that I was beating his high-score on his private smutty game?”

Jounouchi moans again as the peg on his right nipple is finally released, warm fingers rubbing in circles around his chest. “Oh god, Malik…”

“What’s that, baby?” Malik asks, finally finding the packet and tearing one open with his teeth, his other hand busy.

“Oh, pllleaasee.” Jounouchi groans.

“Definitely right about the screamer thing.” Malik comments.

Jounouchi gasps as the other peg comes off his chest and two hands finally return to his chest. A warm pair of teeth sink into his ear, pulling his head back. “Mm… not a screamer.”

“I don’t know, baby… you can be quite vocal sometimes.” Malik rubs himself in small circles around the tight opening that is Jounouchi’s ass. The feelings are muted through the condom, but they’ve been doing this long enough to know how to make up for that.

Jounouchi thrusts back against the cock, trying to force the tanned blonde to enter, but Jounouchi is clumsy and Malik is in control. “Am not…”

“Oh really?” And Malik runs his hands down the other blonde’s body, gravitating to Jounouchi’s cock and squeezing softly, nails circling the plastic before snapping the peg off the tip. Jounouchi gasps and moans, loudly, pleasurably.

“No fair!”

“No, you’re right.” And Malik kisses the back of Jounouchi’s neck dopily. “I’m just teasing.” But his hands, yet again, tell a different story and he shoves inside Jounouchi hard and fast.

The blonde screams, a shudder running through his body. But he doesn’t cry out that ‘it hurts, please stop’ in fact, he pushes back against the invasion.

And Malik doesn’t pause and ask some soppy little questions; he grabs Jounouchi’s latex covered cock, gives it a good jerk and then pulls out of the blonde’s ass until only the very tip of the condom remains inside of Jounouchi’s body. And then, just as hard and fast, he fucks the blonde again.

Jounouchi sobs which each thrust, body going rigid and taunt. The flesh where the pegs have been is flushed a bright red and the pegs on the underside of his armpits have caused the skin they hold to turn a white in color. But it all seems to just turn the blonde on more, because he thrusts into the bed under him, humping the sheet desperately.

Malik stops so suddenly that Jounouchi is left panting and whimpering. The tanned blonde leans over Jounouchi, shoving himself in deeply while he removes the last few pegs and pulls the rope from the headboard. Jounouchi falls back and Malik ends up on his back with Jounouchi on top of him.

“Ohhh, baby.” Malik murmurs, grabbing a hold of the blonde’s hips and pulling him off his shaft.

Jounouchi gasps and crawls off Malik’s legs so the other blonde can move.

Then they’re both rolling backward into the pillows and Malik uses the rope like a lasso, pinning Jounouchi’s hands between their bodies so he can kiss the other blonde.

It’s a long, deep kiss. Tongues interlacing and shifting like searching animals. The taste of cream, ice-cream, fruit and sweat breaks through their senses. Malik pulls Jounouchi to his knees and slowly releases the other blonde’s mouth. A lingering, chaste kiss against Jounouchi’s lips to seal this secret promise between them.

It’s hard to say what kind of relationship exists between them. Something odd at the very least. Jounouchi remembers when he was taken and brainwashed by the other blonde, he remembers when the other flunkies were lined up and doing their thing, when Malik pulled him aside with a wave of the wand and brought him into a backroom. The tanned blonde had released Jounouchi’s mind somewhere during the kisses and pinned hands. Jounouchi hadn’t run.

Then there was the airship, and the visit to his room. No scepter or rod to force Jounouchi to do what Malik had wanted. Even when Malik went schizophrenic and was trying to kill people- when he’d gotten Jounouchi alone in the backroom- it hadn’t been forceful. Malik had been aggressive- much more aggressive than the other two or three times. But nothing that would have hurt Jounouchi too much.

Even now, there was this strange secret link. They’d been doing it for long enough that Jounouchi hadn’t even realized that it was completely casual and comfortable now. Mostly, to start with, they’d never spoken- that was Malik’s original rule, just don’t talk about it and you’ll be allowed to go home. But now… it was like a pair of old lovers. They knew what each other liked, Malik knew that he could go so far- but there was a line that would not be crossed. Jounouchi knew that Malik knew that and it was enough for him.

The tanned blonde moved the pair of them around so that he was kneeling behind the other blonde, cock rubbing circles against Jounouchi’s reddened entrance and Jounouchi’s hands were above his head again. The puppy had caught a soft handful of Malik’s hair and he used that like a life-line as Malik shoved back in, just as hard and fast as they liked it.

They were well angled, and Malik knew it was the right angle because Jounouchi stopped breathing every time the thrust inward came. “You’re going to need to breathe.” The tanned blonde laughed.

Jounouchi gasped in a quick burst of air, a high-pitched whimper escaping his throat. “T-touch me?” He begged.

Malik slide a hand around the blonde’s cock, feeling it jump to life like a fire-hose. He stroked the organ leisurely, thrusting in and out of the tightness that was Jounouchi’s ass. “So about Kaiba…”

“Oh God…” Moan, “What,” gasp, “About…” breath vanishing, “H-him?”

“Are you going to ask him on a date?”

Jounouchi whimpers and thrusts against Malik’s hand, cock throbbing dangerously. “W-why?”

Malik pauses for a better angle and shoves in deeper, precum leaks from his cock like a water-fountain and it seems more of an effort to concentrate than it should be. “Because… he… uh, wants you?”

Jounouchi gasped, body going straight as a board, back arching against Malik’s body, his cock exploding whiteness inside the condom. “Oh yesss.”

The pounding doesn’t stop and Malik continues. “So you are thinking about it?”

Jounouchi shudders and flexes his hands in Malik’s hair, shifting his weight and bouncing in time to the thrusts. “No. Not interested.”

Malik opens his mouth to comply but ends up with his voice hitching mid sound and a satisfied grunt as he finally finishes.

They sit on their knees for a little while, allowing the tanned blonde time to swallow his tongue back into his mouth and slowly, messily disentangle their bodies. “Why not? He’s attractive, has lots of money, you fight with him a lot.”

“Just because I fight with him doesn’t mean I’m interested in him. He’s too…” Jounouchi flops back onto the bed with a sigh, rolling his hand around in the air while he searches for the right words, “arrogant.”

Malik chuckles and lies back on the bed, slowly and carefully untying the rope. Jounouchi winces as the last loop comes off, revealing his red-wrists. Rope-burn. “So it’s purely his personality?”

“No. I’m involved with someone else right now.” Jounouchi murmurs, pulling the spent condom and cock-ring from his organ.

Malik’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. “Who would be?”

Jounouchi gives the tanned blonde and look, grabs Malik by the back of his hair and kisses him.

~ Owarimashou.

Sweet notes: Yay! Done! Not as BDSM as I would have wanted, but I was having music troubles. >.< I need good music to write good smut. Or that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Reviews? These two are an odd couple- but I can’t say I don’t like the idea. They’d have a bit of a fucked up relationship methinks.