Rivals With Benefits

First Things First: (Blushes) Oh my, I’m so humbled by the reviews for Lust, Longing, and a Videotape They were probably some of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten, and Yah! I got my first fangirl! I’m so excited. So, I thought, you know I think I could write a smutty sequel, kind of following the misadventures of Seto and Yami as they embark on sexual escapades. And then I got so many ideas that I decided to write an actual story, so I’m treating Lust, Longing, and a Videotape as kind of the prequel to this. (So if you didn’t read it, go read it first… it’s not very long) I must warn you, this story is drenched in lemons, I’m treating this story as a break from my usual angsty/fluffy/drama writing. And hey, if I can release some sexual frustration at the same time, I say, why the Hell not. There’s a lot of explicit language in here. Not for the faint of heart. Oh, and one last thing, each chapter title will be the name of a “sex” song… since music inspires me so much… tehehehe I really, truly am a pervert.


Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, damn it. Not the characters, and not the songs, and not the lyrics…


Summary: Sequel to Lust, Longing, and a Videotape. It’s been three weeks since the now infamous NBI. (“Naughty Boy” Incident) and Yami and Seto have decided to use each other for all their sexual needs. What starts out as a random sexual encounter now and then quickly becomes a full-fledged liaison. Neither can afford for anyone to find out, but that’s becoming increasingly difficult as their trysts become more and more reckless. What are two horny teenagers to do when their sexual appetites for each other are insatiable? And how long can they keep up such a thing without something happening?

Rivals With Benefits

Chapter 1: I Want To Fuck You Like an Animal

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you

~ I Want To Fuck You Like an Animal
Nine Inch Nails

Yugi looked up and caught only a glimpse of Yami as he eased himself into the kitchen. The dark version of himself was walking towards the refrigerator, and without another word, proceeded to take a container of orange juice to the head. “Grandpa doesn’t like when you do that,” Yugi mentioned. Yami closed the refrigerator and gave his aibou a look.

“Well, your grandfather isn’t here.” Yami wiped his mouth on his arm. Yugi flinched, Yami looked god-awful.

“There’s some hotcakes left, Yami,” Yugi began, trying to recover. Yami half walked, half hopped over to the counter. Yugi’s eyes widened. “What happened to you, Yami? Are you okay?”

“Huh?” Yami asked, still disorientated.

“You’re limping, Yami.”

“Oh, yeah, that, I…I fell down the stairs last night on the way to bed.” Yugi gasped. He stood up. Then ushered Yami to sit down on a stool.

Yami winced as he sat. “You sit right down there, Yami. I’m going to go get grandpa…”

“No!” Yugi spun around, amethyst eyes questioning. “I’m sorry, I meant, I’ll be fine. It was just a little accident. I’ll be okay.”

“You sure, Yami? You keep having accidents. You fell down the stairs last week, and you fell out of bed three mornings ago.”

“I’ve just been clumsy lately. It’s a phase, it will pass.” Yugi gave his yami a loo“Rea“Really, Aibou, don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” Yami nodded firmly. “Well, then, I’ll warm up your breakfast.” Yugi retreated to the microwave and warmed up some hotcakes. He presented them to Yami who was thankful for the food and poured syrup on them before eating one whole. Yugi sat on the opposite stool and watched carefully, his eyes wandering from Yami’s hungry mouth to look at one of Yami’s wrists.

“That happen last night too?” Yugi asked, pointing to the irritated skin. Yami looked at his arm and then back up.

“Yeah, it scraped on the floor when I fell.”

“Funny how the markings are around the entire wrist.” Yugi looked back up into red eyes. “Yami, is there something going on? I’ve never known you to be clumsy, I wonder if there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Of course not, Aibou.”

“Yami, we’re partners, I’m your aibou, if there’s something happening to you you can tell me. re nre not in any kind of trouble are you?”

“No, Aibou, I’m not.”

“Then what’s really going on? I certainly didn’t hear you fall down the steps last night. And your wrist is only one of a couple of other bruises I’ve seen over the last few weeks. Are you being bullied or something?” Yami chuckled lightly. Yugi frowned.

“I appreciate your concern, Little One. But I guarantee you there’s nothing going on. My clumsiness is just from being overly tired. I’m not used to being up all the time, and even though it’s now summer, my body isn’t used to it yet, so I’ve been getting clumsy. It’s nothing ttlettle more sleep and not as many late nights won’t cure. I assure you, Aibou.”

The phone rang. Yami sighed mentally. Yugi wasn’t buying his story and he was out of phantom accidents. He would need to start telling Yugi he had gone horseback riding or something if he wasn’t more careful.

“Hello? Hello?” Yugi frowned again and hung ue phe phone. “Nobody there. I hate when people do that.”

“It was probably a wrong number, Little One.”

“That’s the third time this morning. I don’t know why; I keep picking the phone up and someone doesn’t say anything and then hangs up on me.”

“Probably some children playing around. Come, let’s clean the dishes.” Yami stood up, shifting his weight and trying not to look like he had been in a gang war last night.

“I can do the dishes, Yami. Why don’t you go get a shower? You look like shit ran over you twice.” Yami frowned. “I’m sorry, but that’s the only way to describe it. What happened, did you also tumble out of bed this morning too?” Yugi was antagonizing him, and he was angry, he didn’t believe a word of Yami’s explanation, and would probably be in a bad mood until he got the truth.

Yami wished Yugi were a little bit more innocent.

The phone rang again, before Yami had a chance to head back up the stairs. Yugi’s hands were already soapy. He looked at Yami, feeling a little guilty for making the spirit limp to the phone. Of course, Yami refused to tell him why he was limping so it did serve him right.

“Hello? Oh, okay. Yes. Yes. Okay. Fine. Bye.” Yami hung the phone back up.

“Who was that, Yami?”

“Wrong number.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll be in the shower, Aibou.” Yugi frowned. There was something seriously going on with his yami. He needed to find out what. Yami’s mind had been closed to him so even if he wanted to be nosy and find out through their link he couldn’t. Whatever was going on with Yami, he certainly didn’t want anyone to know about it.

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Yami looked a million times better when he appeared in the game shop. Yugi was minding the store while his grandpa went grocery shopping. “Feeling better, Yami?” Yugi asked. He couldn’t stay mad at Yami forever. Yami obviously needed him now, and the only way he’d get Yami to tell him the truth was to be supportive. “You look a lot better.”

“I feel better. The shower did the trick.” Yami showed his light that he wasn’t limping quite as badly anymore. “I’ll be fine. See?”

“Yeah, I see.”

“Well, Aibou, I’m off to the library.”

“Why?”

“I figured since you’d be at Ryou’s house tonight I would borrow a book and do some summer reading.”

“Where are your car keys?”

“Oh, it’s such a gorgeous day outside, I decided to walk. It’d be better to get some exercise and work the knot out of my hip. I’ll be back soon, Aibou.”

“Okay, Yami. Be careful.”

“I will.”

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As soon as Yami got around the corner he spotted the limo sitting on the side of the road. He walked up to it and the back door opened for him. Yami did one last check to make sure nobody was watching and then ducked inside.

Seto Kaiba smiled seductively and as soon as the door was shut behind the former pharaoh, he pounced, pinning Yami to the limo floor. He attacked his neck first, fighting to get the chocker off, and then nipping at the spot he had already brutalized before with his insistence. Yami moaned, arching up into the assault as Seto trailed the kiss up to his mouth.

“Anyone see you?” he breathed, hotly, wetting Yami’s lips with his tongue.

“No…Gods, Seto…hurry up…” Seto was helping Yami take off his shirt.

“Were you followed?”

“No…damn it …” Seto worked on the pants, pulling them down as quickly as he could. “Where’s the lube?”

“Where I always keep it. Get it, now. I have a meeting today, I only have about fifteen minutes to do this.” Yami crawled to the other side of the limo, now naked. Seto’s clothes went flying in a flurry of fabric.

“Got it.” Yami presented the lube and crawled back over to Seto.

“Spread your legs, I’m taking you right now. There’s no time for foreplay.”

“You’re not taking me. I already had to hobble to get here. You could have done some serious damage to me last night.”

“If I recall correctly, you were the one who kept moaning for me to take you harder, you little slut, now lie down and shut up.”

“No. It’s my turn to take you.” Yami started rubbing the lubricating substance on his cock.

“No. You’re not taking me in the limo. Now lie down so I can fuck the shit out of you.”

“Fuck you, Prick. I’m not your little whore you can just order around.”

“The hell you’re not. I call, you came. And now I’d like to come, so assume the position.” Yami’s crimson eyes glowed red with anger. He tackled the other teen to the floor, hard.

“I’m going to make you eat those words, Kaiba.” And with no other warning, Yami thrust into Seto as hard as he could. Seto screamed. Except for the lube Yami had half-hazardly thrown on his erection, Seto was being penetrated unprepared.

“Oh fuck….Yami! I’m going to…Fuck!” Yami gave Seto a little time to adjust, moving his penis tentatively at first. “You’re going to pay for this, you piece of shit…I…fuck…”

“Hurts, doesn’t it, you jackass. It’s all fun and games until somebody gets their bowels torn apart.” Yami moved slowly, but hard, changing the angle so that his lover would feel a mix of pleasure and pain. Seto moaned a little, his prostate becoming a direct target as Yami continued his steady pace.

Yami didn’t bother to jack Seto off. This morning’s sex wasn’t really about getting laid; it was more a battle for dominance and relieving tension and stress. At night they were more careful, and slower, building each other’s arousals slowly. In daylight, they were two monsters…and they were just lucky neither of them had ever gone too far.

Yami was pounding into the body underneath him like a man possessed. Seto’s body accepted the abuse, it had certainly gotten used to a lot of strain over the past few weeks. Yami was grunting like a wild beast, his eyes thirsty for more. Seto could barely breath…his panting was becoming a bit of a problem. But this was the way Yami liked him the most, helpless and horny.

“That hurt, Seto?” Yami teased, hissing in Seto’s ear.

“Yes…it hurts. Shit…it hurts you bastard…”

“Moan, Bitch.”

“Fuck you.”

“Moan!” Yami demanded, changing the angle again, ripping a strangled noise from Seto’s throat. “You’re a rich little bastard that likes to take it up the ass in his own limo. Aren’t you? Tell me how you like feeling my penis inside of you.”

“I hate you, Yami,” Seto cried, desperate for something to hold on to. He gripped Yami’s shoulders.

“Say it, or I’m going to make you bleed, Bitch.” Both of them knew Yami would never do such a thing to him, the same way Seto would never really use his riding crop, but their little sex games were built on threats of violence, and Seto moaned at the thought of Yami making him bleed. In the last three weeks he had discovered he also had a masochism streak. “Say it, right now…”

“I like it up the ass,” Seto answered, through clenched teeth.

He hated when Yami did these things to him.

He loved when Yami did these things to him.

“And…” Yami’s pace was becoming irregular.

“I like it up the ass in my own limo.” Seto’s eyes were narrowed. It was okay, he would let Yami have his little fun now. Tonight, Yami was going to pay. Severely. “Fuck me up the ass harder. I’m your bitch, Yami…” his voice trailed to a groan of pure pleasure.

“Damn right you are.” Yami squeezed Seto’s erection. Seto screamed. “This belongs to me.” Yami dug his nails into Seto’s chest. “This belongs to me.” He leaned down and bit Seto on the shoulder, marking him. He looked up, Seto’s eyes were filled with lust. He smiled and licked the wound, tasting the redness. “You belong to me.” He pounded in hard, his climax fast approaching.

“Fuck, Yami… holy shit…”

“This is what happens when I don’t remind you of the way things really are in this arrangement…Seto…I have to show you…you make me do this to you…”

“Oh shit… don’t stop…”

“You’re property…let me help you remember…” Seto screamed in gratification as Yami changed his angle again, and thrust impossibly harder.

“That all you got?” Seto yelled, once he got a breath. “You’re nothing but a fuck toy who’s gotten control temporarily…show me my place, Yami….”

Yami did…Seto’s scream threatened to break the tinted glass of the luxury car.

“We can…we can end this now, Seto…you know how…” Yami’s look was pure evil, he was panting just as hard as the CEO was.

“I’m yours, Yami…oh fuck…I’m yours…I belong to you.” Those words did it for Yami. He pulled out of Seto and hosed him down with his essence. Yami’s smile was demented.

That had certainly been the highlight of his morning.

Seto sat up, shakily, dazed. He didn’t understand it…but for some reason…he needed it…he needed to let Yami be in control sometimes, needed him to make him a bitch. This thing the two of them had went far beyond sex; this was life-sustaining stuff now. He couldn’t get enough of Yami, if he had his way they’d do nothing but fuck each other as hard as possible all day, everyday. Seto sighed, his back ached. Yami had bruised him pretty bad last night, and as Seto stroked his skin he saw that Yami had left bloodied scratches on his hip just now.

And worse, of all, he hadn’t come.

He narrowed his eyes. Yami enjoyed taking him and not letting Seto come, something about the idea of Seto just being there for his pleasure. Like some kind of blow up doll. The CEO wasn’t sure if Yami had always been this way or if Seto had just brought out this other side of the spirit. Seto knew for a fact that Yami brought out a different side in him. Their sex was ridiculous; half the time Seto wondered if Bakura, a bonafide psychopath, even had sex this crazy.

Yami was certainly going to suffer tonight. Hell, if Seto didn’t hurt so much he’d start Yami’s penalty right in the limo. Regardless, Yami wouldn’t get awath lth leaving Seto so hard. He shifted a little and opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped, his jaw still open.

Yami was lubricating himself with three fingers. He looked up at Seto and smiled tossing the lube to the billionaire.

“We only have about eight minutes left. Better make them count, Seto.” Yami lay on his back and spread his legs open, the way Seto had asked him to when Yami had first arrivedthe the limo.

Seto slapped some of the cherry smelling substance on himself and crawled over to Yami. “You think this is going to make up for what you just did to me?” Seto asked, annoyed, and still aroused.

“Make up for what? That was foreplay, Seto.” Seto laughed, and then began sliding inside of Yami. Yami had been bracing himself for the same harsh treatment he had given to his lover, but Seto took his time as he eased himself inside.

Yami frowned. “Take me the way you want to…it’s only fair.” Seto smirked.

“I want to take you like this.” He kissed Yami’s neck, softly. Yami moaned. Seto never ceased to amaze him. No matter how many times they had engaged in sexual activities, Seto managed to surprise Yami each and every time.

Yes, Pharaoh, I want you to think you’re safe. That way you’ll be completely off guard when I take you tonight.

“Why so slow, Seto,” Yami asked, moaning as his prostate was hit.

“I don’t need you limping around anymore, not now anyway.”

“Awww, I didn’t know you cared.”

“I don’t, but it takes a while to train a whore, and now that I’ve gotten you trained I don’t want to waste time on another one if I destroy you.” Yami narrowed his eyes.

Seto lifted Yami’s leg over his shoulder, and started moving a little faster, now that he was sure Yami was adjusted correctly. He took Yami’s lips in for a searing kiss, Yami appreciating the attention. He stroked himself as Seto continued.

“You like that, Baby?” Seto asked, nibbling on an earlobe.

“Um, gods, Seto…don’t stop…please.”

“Beg me, Baby…”

“Harder…more…gods…more…Seto…more…I need you so bad…please…” Yami was soon reduced to a whimpering mess of emotions as Seto took him towards the edge.

“What’s my name, Yami?”

“Seto….Seto…” Yami was screaming now, Seto was driving into him at the same pace, but as hard as he had gone last night. “Fuck me….fuck me…”

“Like this, baby?” Seto pressed so hard into Yami, Yami thought Seto was going to break a rib with his cock.

“Oh, Ra…ahhhhhhhhhh….” Yami’s seed leaked onto his tightly clenched fist. Seto shot inside of him, and collapsed.

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Yami didn’t understand it…he never liked Seto Kaiba all that much before they started sleeping together, but now, he despised Seto. He hated being tied to furniture, being forced in back breaking positions. He hated the way Seto spoke to him, how he constantly reminded Yami that he was nothing more than an unpaid prostitute when he came in his face, and humiliated him by making him ask for it. His body was bruised, and battered… but what he hated most was that he needed every moment of it.

It wasn’t a matter of liking the sex. Or even loving the sex.

Yami needed the sex. He had never felt this way before about anything. He had become addicted to it. He begged Seto to force him to do things, he made Seto take him hard…it wasn’t about the pain or the pleasure… it was deeper than that now. If Yami didn’t have Seto inside of him he’d go into withdrawal. And he couldn’t even chalk up the obsession to being a sex-a-holic. He didn’t want to have sex with anyone else. He belonged to Seto as much as Seto belonged to him.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Presently, Yami was getting redressed, putting on his chocker. Yami looked at the blue-eyed beauty and handed the collar to him. Seto gently placed it on him, once again concealing the injuries he had inflicted.

“Thank you,” Yami muttered, blushing a little as he started putting on his shirt. He was a different person when he had sex with Seto. And now that their lovemaking was over he was back to being himself.

Yami watched as Seto was about to slip on his white cotton dress shirt. “Stop, the blood will soak through…” Yami dug in his pants and pulled out a bandage. He had learned to carry them when he was going to meet Seto, just in case one of them got carried away. Seto wasn’t bleeding too badly on his shoulder, but Yami didn’t want to take any chances.

Seto watched as Yami crawled over to him and tenderly placed the bandage on top of the bite mark. He slipped on his shirt and allowed Yami to button it. This was the part that Seto never got. After the horrible things they did to each other during their fuck sessions right afterwards, it was as if they were in love with each other. They kissed softly, laughed a little, held each other…even cuddleen ten they were in bed.

It was as if the only way things would be okay between them was if they did this make up stuff. Which confused him, because after this was over they were right back to disliking each other again. No, that wasn’t true, “dislike” wasn’t the word for it. “Hate” was barely strong enough.

“I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?” Yami asked, softly, kissing Seto’s fingers. Seto smiled.

“No. I can handle it. You’re not the only one who likes it rough.” Yami’s eyes flickered with hostility but he said nothing. “And I guess you’re right, I like taking it up the ass in my own limo.” That got a smile from the tri-colored haired teen. Seto slipped a finger into Yami’s mouth, who sucked on it carefully.

“Where should we drop you off this time, Yami?” Seto asked, pulling the other teen into his lap. They were still on the floor of the limo, both redressed, and enjoying each other’s company.

“Domino City library. That’s where I told Yugi I was going.” Yami kissed Seto’s neck and sighed, contently. “I’m not sure what time Yugi’s going over to Ryou’s tonight, I’ll call you at work when I find out.”

“Well, Mokuba’s friends aren’t coming over until 6:30 so I can’t come until seven anyway. But call my cell phone when you find out the time.” Seto rubbed Yami’s shers,ers, leaning against the seat. Yami leaned against him. Seto wrapped his right arm around Yami’s waist.

This was Yami’s favorite part.

The gesture was possessive. And Yami loved that. He cooed as Seto kissed his neck, leaving his arm there. Seto sighed, sated. He had no intentions of removing his arm until Yami had to get out of the car. He didn’t need any words when he held Yami against him in this way. The entire act screamed “mine”.

“I could make dinner, if you want. Unless you want to stop and get something,” Yami was resting against, Seto, calm and collected.

“Don’t go through too much trouble cooking. I don’t want you to tire yourself out.”

“Jerk…” Yami teased. Giving Seto a kiss, as he continued to nuzzle his neck.

“If you’d like to cook me dinner, I’ll eat it. Otherwise, I’ll bring something on the way over. Either way, just make sure you don’t walk around the kitchen like somebody about to get fucked.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You get this look on your face before we have sex. Your eyes go wild, you start sauntering around like a man possessed. You look like you’d kill anyone that would stand in between the two of us. It’s obvious. And I don’t want Yugi inferring something.”

“He already thinks something’s going on. He confronted me this morning. He’s still a little too innocent to realize what my limping is really about.”

Seto smirked. “This is probably going to make me sound like some kind of sadist, but I enjoy watching you limping. I keep imagining me inside of you, causing your discomfort.”

“Is that so?”

“You walking funny is a complete turn on for me.” Yami blushed, but laughed a little. Glad Yami was still in a lighthearted mood Seto kissed him again and held him closer.

He shifted so that he could breath into Yami’s ear as he whispered, “I was a little rough on you last night. I’m sorry. I’m going to have to learn to ignore you when you plead for me to take you harder.” Yami didn’t say anything. His heart jumped. “I won’t be so bad tonight, Baby, I promise.”

Seto had already abandoned thoughts of making the spirit suffer. Although both of them talked a lot of shit when they were snuggling. Later in the day Seto’s sexual desire would cloud his mind and he’d plot his revenge. “We just have to be more careful, we’re letting our passion make us careless, Seto.” Seto smiled.

“Seto” was as close as Yami got to calling him a pet-name. And damn it if he didn’t like hearing it.

As soon as this snuggling, cuddling, I’m sorry I bruised you thing was done Yami went right back to calling him Kaiba. And right back to hating him again. Which was fine, because the feeling was entirely mutual.

“I can’t afford to let anyone find out, Yami,” Seto said, simply, pulling Yami as close as he could.

“You and me both, Seto.” They basked in their afterglow.

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“Ryou!” Yugi’s smile took up half his face. Ryou tackled Yugi in a hug. The two teens didn’t notice the scoff Bakura made at their gesture of affection. “What are you doing here?” Yugi asked, his smile still lining his features.

“Kura and I were in the neighborhood, we’d thought we’d stop by and see what you and Yami were up to.”

“Yeah, where is the Pharaoh, Short Stack?” Bakura asked, pleased once Yugi released his hikari. It was much too early in the morning to be watching such displays love and affection.

“Don’t call him that, Bakura, you know how he dislikes when you tease him about being vertically challenged.”

“He’s a midget, that’s not my fault.” Ryou narrowed his eyes. “So where is he, Yugi.”

“He went to the library. It might take him a while to get back, he decided to walk. He said he fell down the stairs last night, he was limping this morning.”

“Yami’s been pretty banged up lately, Yugi, is he okay?” Ryou asked, concern evident in his expression.

“I hope so. He won’t talk to me. He keeps having accidents. And he’s been bruised up to, like his wrist had some kind of mark all around it, the skin is all irritated. I think he might be lying to me, but I’m not sure. Yami’s never lied to me before, so if he says he fell down the stairs, he probably fell down the stairs.”

“Or onto someone’s big hard dick.”

Yugi and Ryou turned to look at the Tomb Robber, wide eyes and agape looks abounding. “Kura! Why would you say such a thing!” The look in Ryou’s chocolate eyes alluded to mental scolding on top of the verbal complaining.

“Bakura, Yami’s not sexually active. He doesn’t even have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t need to have a boyfriend to get a good fucking. Which is obviously what Yami’s been up to.”

“He’s not like that. He’s always told me how important it is to be with someone special your first time.” Bakura snickered. “And just what is so funny, Bakura?”

“You make it seem as if Yami’s not experienced, Tiny Tim. The guy was pharaoh, he was with countless numbers of wives, concubines and sex slaves.”

“I’m sure you’re exaggerating, Kura,” Ryou insisted, seeing the look of terror on his boyfriend’s face. “I’m sure Yami’s been with people before, but that was a different situation.”

“Since he’s manifested himself a body he’s been single.”

“What’s your point?”

“I think what Yugi is getting at is that despite things Yami may have done in his other life, here, in his new body, he’d technically be a virgin.” Bakura’s smile widened and he burst out laughing. “Would you please stop that, Bakura, you’re making Yugi very upset.” Ryou grabbed Yugi around the waist. Why did he insist on picking on his boyfriend? “Bakura, that’s enough!”

“He might have been a virgin before, Hikari, but I guarantee… someone’s spread him wider than a baseball field.” Yugi blushed at the comment. “Come on, don’t tell me you haven’t suspected it, Yugi? I know Ryou hasn’t gotten any from you yet, but I didn’t think you were that innocent.” Yugi turned a fresh shade of maroon.

“Oh Gods! Stop it, right now! Or so help me, you’re going to be spending the rest of eternity in the ring and you’re never going to get out!” Bakura sighed. He had to admit, Ryou almost looked as evil and scary as he was when his temper got to him.

“Bakura, if Yami was with someone, he’d be with them because he loved them, not to randomly have sex with them.”

“How well do you really know your precious Yami? I’m telling you both right now, your pharaoh is a freak.”

“No he’s not, Bakura! He would have told me.”

“What, so you could be disappointed in him? Look at the facts, I bet he’s been blocking you out a lot lately, and he’s always on the run to go somewhere too, right? I bet he gets phone calls and he won’t tell you who they’re from, and he always wakes up sore and tired.”

Yugi looked away. There was silence between the three teens. Finally, Ryou was the first to speak. “Bakura, you’re not just saying these things to tease Yugi, are you?”

“No, I take enough pleasure teasing him about coming up to my kneecap. I’m only speaking the truth here, you don’t have to believe me if you don’t want.”

“But, Bakura,” Yugi was hesitant, “Yami wouldn’t have sex with a lot of random people.”

“No, it’s probably the same guy. Someone with enough authority to make Yami bottom. And someone Yami doesn’t want you to know about.”

“Do you think he’s embarrassed by him? Do you think it could be like a, like a secret boyfriend?” Yugi’s violet eyes were questioning. Bakura smirked.

“Yugi, I’m going to be honest with you. Given the evidence I’d say Yami’s fucking…” He led led off. Then sighed. He was turning into a bleeding heart. How easy it would be to crush the little light’s hopes of his precious yami not being the sexual deviant he clearly was. Bakura cleared his throat. “I’m sure Yami’s in a loving relationship, and he just doesn’t know how to tell you about it, Yugi. Maybe it’s with someone you don’t get along with, or maybe, like you said, he’s embarrassed.”

Yugi’s face relaxed a little. But he was still curious. Ryou shot Bakura a thankful look.

“If this boyfriend of his, loved him, why would he hurt him? I mean, when Yami first woke up this morning it looked like he had been hit by a freight train.”

“Yami’s a big boy, Yugi, he can handle himself. Besides, I’m sure his lover is releasing things in him that he probably hasn’t felt in a very long time. Sometimes the sex is so good you don’t notice how much it’s hurting, or how the person underneath you won’t stop bleeding.”

Ryou and Yugi exchanged a glance. Bakura had a faraway look on his face, clearly recalling something unpleasant.

“So, who do you think it is, Yugi?” Ryou asked, changing the subject.

“I don’t know. It could be anyone.”

“Not anyone. The Pharaoh is too proud to not be in control, so whoever it is definitely affects him to the point that he gives himself up to him. Guys who are attracted to Yami fall into two categories. The one’s who want Yami to pleasure them and would willingly be his sex toy and the ones who want nothing more than to wipe that smug look of self-importance off his face and do unspeakable things to him until he breaks.” A creepy smile formed on the white-haired teen’s lips.

“Why does it sound like you’ve given this some thought, Kura?” Ryou asked, slightly alarmed.

“I admit it. I’d fuck Yami raw. It’s not even about finding him all that attractive. I mean all that wild hair, I’d be like having sex with a porcupine. It wouldn’t be about the sex, it’d be the feeling of making that great and powerful person my bitch.” Yugi was now pale. “It’s clear Yami’s getting it up the ass from someone with a lot of power over him, which is probably why he’s embarrassed. I’d be too, if my lover made me beg for it.”

“Thank you for that lovely insight, Kura.” Ryou sighed. They had certainly heard enough.

“I just wonder why he’s keeping this from me,” Yugi wondered, a pout on his face. Ryou squeezed him again.

“I’m sure he’s not doing it to hurt you, honey, maybe he just doesn’t know how you’ll react when you find out who it is.”

“He’s never kept things from me before. We tell each other everything.” Yugi hugged Ryou closer, his face only getting more pitiful.

“Tell you what, Small Fry, I’ll investigate for you. Find out who Yami’s getting fucked by.” Ryou narrowed his eyes. “I mean, who he’s secretly dating.” Yugi looked at the Tomb Robber. “I’ll figure out what’s going on, and we’ll get to the bottom of it, okay? Then will you feel better?”

Yugi nodded, a smile returning.

“You’d find out who it is for me, Bakura? I’d ask Yami myself but I’d feel nosy prying into his private life. I just want to make sure that whoever it is treats Yami well.”

“I’ll find out who it is. Don’t worry.” Yugi grinned and released Ryou only to grab his darker half. Bakura fought his gag reflex and hugged his light’s boyfriend back.

Ryou thanked his Bakura mentally for being kind to Yugi. “Think nothing of it. If Yugi gets depressed over this it’ll make it harder for you to finally sleep with him.” Ryou only blushed, glad Yugi wasn’t looking at him at the moment. He was happy Bakura was looking into the matter. He was just as curious as Yugi was.

Just who could Yami be seeing?


Author’s Endnotes: I think it’s pretty clear where this is going… hehe…. Anyway, review…it’ll make me want to post the next chapter that much faster. I wonder though, what will happen once Bakura figures out that it’s Seto Kaiba who’s been bruising everyone’s favorite former pharaoh. And at the rate the two of them are going, something’s liable to happen before long… Just so you’re not kept completely in suspense… here’s a teaser for the next chapter:

The only sounds coming from Seto’s room were strained grunts of frustration emanating from the CEO of Kaiba Corp. Yami probably would have made his own sex noises if not for the ball gag in his mouth, strangling any moans as Seto teased him. Tonight was Thursday, fantasy night, and Yami felt a little like a steer at a rodeo as Seto prepared to pound into him.

They were enacting one of several fantasies Seto had of Yami tied to the foot of his bed. Yami wasn’t sure why he had let him, but he had tied his legs and his arms to the bedposts leaving Yami in a position that was “open” to say the least.

“I think you’re going to enjoy what I have planned next for you, Yami,” Seto decided, a smirk appearing…