Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Thursdays ❯ one ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Sweetdeily 
this is a one-shot, PWP.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.08.2005 | Updated On: 07.20.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 2.2K | Status: Completed
this is a one-shot, PWP.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.08.2005 | Updated On: 07.20.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 2.2K | Status: Completed
Thursdays.
By Sweetdeily.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters or the original anime; I make no money from this, and the story is a work of fiction for fans only.
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It was Thursday; a day that Yami had come to adore right down to the tips of his transparent toes.
Now, some might wonder why Yami liked Thursdays so much, and the answer was a name. Yugi.
Not to make the kid sound predictable or anything, but Yami liked Thursdays because every Thursday Yugi’s grandpa didn’t close up shop until late and Yugi was left alone to… entertain himself.
The goods didn’t stop there, oh no! The distinct and exact reason that Yami liked Thursdays so incredibly much was because every Thursday; Yugi lay back on his bed, took his fire-engine out and proceeded to make Yami want a body very badly just so he could play too.
Yugi, of course, hadn’t noticed that Yami always floated around when the boy was letting off his sexual steam, after all, voyeurism was rude if you didn’t ask first. But Yami thought that the advantage of sharing the same body would be the kid would let him in on the action too. However, without fail, every Thursday, Yugi detached his mind from Yami’s and got himself lost in his own thoughts. Whatever they were.
Yami wasn’t sure how long he’d been stuck in the millennium puzzle, but he knew it had been long enough that he wanted some sexual release, bad; if Yugi wasn’t going to masturbate for the both of them then Yami would damn well watch the show!
The teen was taking off his shoes at the door, silent as always when he didn’t have Yami to talk to him and the spirit let himself play with the idea of spirit-humping the tight globes that wriggled temptingly at him. Since Yugi had slammed down a mental wall, he couldn’t exactly SEE Yami. Oh what the hell, Yami grinned and proceeded to rub his body against Yugi’s. He drifted a little too close and felt one of his limbs pass into Yugi’s body.
Yami froze, worried Yugi knew what had just happened, but other than a little shiver, Yugi showed no signs of noticing.
They trumped upstairs, Yami vulgarly taking advantage of his corporeal shortcomings and morning the lack of a body to REALLY give something to the short boy in front of him.
At the bathroom Yugi paused and Yami bumped into the kid again. Damnit, could he at least warn the spirit when he was going to do that?
Yami took a step back, watching Yugi glance between his bedroom and the bathroom.
“No, the bathroom is cold, and you can’t really sit down anywhere in there.” Yami spoke silently. As a spirit there was no sound, and since he was running on radio silence, Yugi didn’t hear a thing.
Finally Yugi shook his head and went into his bedroom. Dropping his bag on his desk, the multicolored haired boy locked the door behind him. Ahh, at last; the grand prize.
Yami nested on Yugi’s bed and watched as the teen stripped down to his boxers. The spirit moaned, envying the teen his small, hot little body. Damn, if he had a body at that exact moment, he would take Yugi into his lap and fuck the teen until he cried himself raw.
Yugi slipped off the boxers and ran his own hands down his sides. Yami watched in rapture as Yugi tilted his head back and made a very soft moan, obviously bringing his mental images of whatever kind of turn-ons to mind.
The teen slipped up onto the bed and lay his head back, whatever he was imagining, it was already starting to affect him; Yami gazed heatedly at the proud erection forming itself between Yugi’s legs.
“Oh yeah, baby, c’mon, touch it, you know how good it feels.” Yami groaned reassuringly.
Almost like he heard Yami, Yugi closed his eyes and slid his hand down over his stomach to slide around the base of his cock. The teen gave a small moan that Yami echoed. “Fuck, Yugster, go on, touch it, rub it.”
The teen’s legs fell open as he took a more solid hold on his dick, hand pumping up and down the flesh, caressing his own tip. Yugi bit his own lip, rolling his head from side to side as he pleasured himself.
Yami moaned. If he had a real cock, he would join the teen. But no, he could only sit there and watch while Yugi got all the pleasure and all Yami ever got was the chance to protect the teen and his friends. Short fucking changed.
Yugi was using both hands now, pinching the tip of his engorged flesh with his fingers and bucking into his pumping hand. His head whipped back and forth, eyes flickering behind closed lids as he played his fantasies out. He whimpered, as if half in pleasure, half in pain. Yami wanted to be in there with him, be experiencing whatever the images were too, wanted to let all his tension out with those soft hands.
The spirit licked along Yugi’s ear, wishing he had a real tongue to use for it. He wanted to know why he was cursed to be without a body of his own, what had he done in his past to cause such agony now?
Yugi’s breathing became ragged and the teen grit his teeth. It was getting intense now. Yami knew that there was something Yugi kept whispering whenever he started getting this close, but it was always too low to hear. Maybe it was a name, maybe it was encouragement, maybe it was nothing. The teen rarely actually spoke when he was doing this, maybe out of fear of being heard.
Yami leaned closer, watching the teen with baited breath.
“Aa… aa…ami…aa…” Yugi gasped out. His hands rubbed his throbbing shaft with exquisite vigor, hips rotating into the feeling, toes curling and leg muscles spasming at the feeling.
Yami wanted to help him achieve the orgasm, wanted to suck the throbbing cock in his mouth, wanted to share the feeling of final release.
“Ya…aa….a….mm..mi…. ii…” Yugi whispered softly. Head leaning back as his hands whipped along his cock. His hips gyrated into his own ministrations.
Yami could tell how close the teen was now; his hands were pausing; losing their sense of direction and mission as the release loomed upon Yugi’s body.
With a gasp Yugi’s cock exploded, shooting white come from the tip in a milky sprout. “Yami…” He whimpered the spirit’s name.
While Yugi lay on his bed, gasping for air for a few minutes, Yami sat very still.
Yugster was thinking about him?
Yami frowned, he frowned deeply.
“Yugi.” Yami forced the mental wall Yugi had placed up to one side as he spoke to the boy.
Yugi jumped and quickly pulled on his boxers before he realized who was talking. “What is it?”
What Yami wanted to say was ‘you selfish little prick, you’ve been thinking about me all this time and you didn’t ever let me in on a piece of the action?’ but he stopped himself from making the teen cry. Nothing was sadder than Yugi crying.
“I need to talk to you about my favourite day of the week.”
~ Owari.
Sweet notes: Meh, I was in a bit of a rush at first. Hope ya’ like it, babe!
By Sweetdeily.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters or the original anime; I make no money from this, and the story is a work of fiction for fans only.
###
It was Thursday; a day that Yami had come to adore right down to the tips of his transparent toes.
Now, some might wonder why Yami liked Thursdays so much, and the answer was a name. Yugi.
Not to make the kid sound predictable or anything, but Yami liked Thursdays because every Thursday Yugi’s grandpa didn’t close up shop until late and Yugi was left alone to… entertain himself.
The goods didn’t stop there, oh no! The distinct and exact reason that Yami liked Thursdays so incredibly much was because every Thursday; Yugi lay back on his bed, took his fire-engine out and proceeded to make Yami want a body very badly just so he could play too.
Yugi, of course, hadn’t noticed that Yami always floated around when the boy was letting off his sexual steam, after all, voyeurism was rude if you didn’t ask first. But Yami thought that the advantage of sharing the same body would be the kid would let him in on the action too. However, without fail, every Thursday, Yugi detached his mind from Yami’s and got himself lost in his own thoughts. Whatever they were.
Yami wasn’t sure how long he’d been stuck in the millennium puzzle, but he knew it had been long enough that he wanted some sexual release, bad; if Yugi wasn’t going to masturbate for the both of them then Yami would damn well watch the show!
The teen was taking off his shoes at the door, silent as always when he didn’t have Yami to talk to him and the spirit let himself play with the idea of spirit-humping the tight globes that wriggled temptingly at him. Since Yugi had slammed down a mental wall, he couldn’t exactly SEE Yami. Oh what the hell, Yami grinned and proceeded to rub his body against Yugi’s. He drifted a little too close and felt one of his limbs pass into Yugi’s body.
Yami froze, worried Yugi knew what had just happened, but other than a little shiver, Yugi showed no signs of noticing.
They trumped upstairs, Yami vulgarly taking advantage of his corporeal shortcomings and morning the lack of a body to REALLY give something to the short boy in front of him.
At the bathroom Yugi paused and Yami bumped into the kid again. Damnit, could he at least warn the spirit when he was going to do that?
Yami took a step back, watching Yugi glance between his bedroom and the bathroom.
“No, the bathroom is cold, and you can’t really sit down anywhere in there.” Yami spoke silently. As a spirit there was no sound, and since he was running on radio silence, Yugi didn’t hear a thing.
Finally Yugi shook his head and went into his bedroom. Dropping his bag on his desk, the multicolored haired boy locked the door behind him. Ahh, at last; the grand prize.
Yami nested on Yugi’s bed and watched as the teen stripped down to his boxers. The spirit moaned, envying the teen his small, hot little body. Damn, if he had a body at that exact moment, he would take Yugi into his lap and fuck the teen until he cried himself raw.
Yugi slipped off the boxers and ran his own hands down his sides. Yami watched in rapture as Yugi tilted his head back and made a very soft moan, obviously bringing his mental images of whatever kind of turn-ons to mind.
The teen slipped up onto the bed and lay his head back, whatever he was imagining, it was already starting to affect him; Yami gazed heatedly at the proud erection forming itself between Yugi’s legs.
“Oh yeah, baby, c’mon, touch it, you know how good it feels.” Yami groaned reassuringly.
Almost like he heard Yami, Yugi closed his eyes and slid his hand down over his stomach to slide around the base of his cock. The teen gave a small moan that Yami echoed. “Fuck, Yugster, go on, touch it, rub it.”
The teen’s legs fell open as he took a more solid hold on his dick, hand pumping up and down the flesh, caressing his own tip. Yugi bit his own lip, rolling his head from side to side as he pleasured himself.
Yami moaned. If he had a real cock, he would join the teen. But no, he could only sit there and watch while Yugi got all the pleasure and all Yami ever got was the chance to protect the teen and his friends. Short fucking changed.
Yugi was using both hands now, pinching the tip of his engorged flesh with his fingers and bucking into his pumping hand. His head whipped back and forth, eyes flickering behind closed lids as he played his fantasies out. He whimpered, as if half in pleasure, half in pain. Yami wanted to be in there with him, be experiencing whatever the images were too, wanted to let all his tension out with those soft hands.
The spirit licked along Yugi’s ear, wishing he had a real tongue to use for it. He wanted to know why he was cursed to be without a body of his own, what had he done in his past to cause such agony now?
Yugi’s breathing became ragged and the teen grit his teeth. It was getting intense now. Yami knew that there was something Yugi kept whispering whenever he started getting this close, but it was always too low to hear. Maybe it was a name, maybe it was encouragement, maybe it was nothing. The teen rarely actually spoke when he was doing this, maybe out of fear of being heard.
Yami leaned closer, watching the teen with baited breath.
“Aa… aa…ami…aa…” Yugi gasped out. His hands rubbed his throbbing shaft with exquisite vigor, hips rotating into the feeling, toes curling and leg muscles spasming at the feeling.
Yami wanted to help him achieve the orgasm, wanted to suck the throbbing cock in his mouth, wanted to share the feeling of final release.
“Ya…aa….a….mm..mi…. ii…” Yugi whispered softly. Head leaning back as his hands whipped along his cock. His hips gyrated into his own ministrations.
Yami could tell how close the teen was now; his hands were pausing; losing their sense of direction and mission as the release loomed upon Yugi’s body.
With a gasp Yugi’s cock exploded, shooting white come from the tip in a milky sprout. “Yami…” He whimpered the spirit’s name.
While Yugi lay on his bed, gasping for air for a few minutes, Yami sat very still.
Yugster was thinking about him?
Yami frowned, he frowned deeply.
“Yugi.” Yami forced the mental wall Yugi had placed up to one side as he spoke to the boy.
Yugi jumped and quickly pulled on his boxers before he realized who was talking. “What is it?”
What Yami wanted to say was ‘you selfish little prick, you’ve been thinking about me all this time and you didn’t ever let me in on a piece of the action?’ but he stopped himself from making the teen cry. Nothing was sadder than Yugi crying.
“I need to talk to you about my favourite day of the week.”
~ Owari.
Sweet notes: Meh, I was in a bit of a rush at first. Hope ya’ like it, babe!