Possession

First things first: Nothing much to say except I suggest you don’t read this unless you want to be subjected to endless smut. Oh, and I was so inspired by Boku No Sexual Harrassment. Hehehe. With that said, enjoy.

A full month had passed since the day after their anniversary. Yami and Seto had both been a little surprised that things had fallen into place for them. For one, Mokuba had insisted that he was not going to go. And Yugi had told both of them that Mokuba was staying with him. They had tried to object. But were secretly grateful that they would be alone, that they could spend time with each other, building a sturdy foundation for an actual relationship. One that wasn’t nearly as toxic or fucked up.

So far things were going pretty well. When Seto had decided he was going to stay in America longer than two weeks he had had one of his assistants who was already in the states buy him a condo. He didn’t really want to spend two months in America with Yami in a hotel. Even if it was his hotel. His assistant had done a good job picking out a place. And within the first week, both teens got settled into their new surroundings.

Seto had even rented Yami a car and gotten a credit card with Yami’s name on it so the spirit of the puzzle could go shopping if he so desired to. Yami enjoyed spending Seto’s money. Seto came home many evenings to find dozens of shopping bags. Of course Yami was now in the habit of buying Seto things too, enjoying making Seto try on his purchases. It wasn’t that he was materialistic. He just needed something to do while Seto worked most of the day.

It had been hard making friends after all. The only person he found that spoke fluent Japanese was the owner of a hibachi house. His English was embarrassing, though he was learning quickly as he found himself watching American soap operas. Yami knew Seto had to work. This was a business trip. It didn’t change the fact that he still got lonely sometimes. Seto surprised him with his own laptop, with wireless Internet. The best thing was… it had video conferencing, so he could see his aibou and his friends. The time zone difference was a challenge. But somehow it worked.

Even though Yami still got lonely Seto made up for it at night. Yami wasn’t too domestic, and even he admitted his cooking left something to be desired. He certainly never cooked in his past life. And he didn’t cook now either. Rynd Ynd Yugi had always done that. Seto teased him about it, but didn’t complain, usually coming home with dinner, or taking him out. Seto came home around the same time every night, Yami meeting him at the door half the time. Seto never did work at home, only on Sundays. Which were his catch up days.

Saturdays were theirs. Yami always got to pick what they did. Whether it was take the helicopter to Hollywood to see the sites, or go to Malibu to go to the beach. They had seen the tar pits and a baseball game. There was always something going on. The nice thing was… since they went somewhere every Saturday they didn’t have occasion to fight. They never fought in public…so they were limited to how often they could pick on each other.

It wasn’t perfect. Even though both of them did enjoy playing house, there was still the bickering. But it wasn’t tainted with hatred like it had once been. It was playful, and usually served the purpose of turning both of them on. Not that they needed it. Seto had already taken Yami in every single room of the condo. More than once. There was just something soothing, calming, about waking up in each other’s arms… knowing that this would happen everyday.

On mornings Seto had to go in early he called Yami on his cell phone, Yami even hanging up on him a couple of times when he was grumpy Seto woke him. Seto spent his time in the American office thinking about Yami all day staring at his blue eyes- crystal dragon paperweight. If it was possible he came home for lunch, or told his baby to meet him some place. They tried to go to lunch every Friday. The nice thing was, since they were in San Francisco there wasn’t any need to hide their relationship.

Yami rather liked Seto kissing him in public. And he never let Seto go anywhere without holding his hand. Yami had said on more than one occasion that this was all he could ever want from Seto…Being with him like this. Meanwhile in Japan, Mokuba and Yugi kept them updated on what was happening. By now everyone knew all about the relationship. Seto reasoned that by the time they got back, although the media would be anxious to get the scoop, everyone would have thought of it as old news.

Yami looked up from his book, smiling as Seto walked into the bedroom. He was wearing the flannel shirt Seto had given him. “There you are, are you finally finished with your work?”

“Not quite, Baby.”

“Damn it, Dragon…you’ve neglected me all day. What happened to our rule that you wouldn’t do work on Friday nights?”

“Poor little slut, does my baby not like it when he’s not getting fucked,” Seto teased.

“Shut the shit up, Seto. I’m tired of png hng househusband. All you worry about is work.” Seto pulled the book from Yami’s hands and crawled onto the bed. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Kissing my baby.”

“So you’re done with work then?”

“No.”

Yami made a face. “Then I don’t want any kisses.”

“Baby…I have to get this done tonight…you want to spend all day at the mall tomorrow…”

“I need clothes, Dragon.”

“Bullshit.” Yami slapped him on the arm. Seto narrowed his eyes. “You will pay for that.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I bet other CEOs don’t have to put up with their significant others hitting and abusing them.” Yami rolled his eyes.

“You like when I hit you. Otherwise you wouldn’t put up with it.” Seto made a face and pulled Yami into his lap. “I already told you. You don’t get any kisses.”

“Don’t be so sure about that.” Seto smirked, glad Yami wasn’t wearing anything but the flannel shirt. Yami looked so goddamn sexy, the shirt undone half wayn. n. Yami straddled Seto’s lap and allowed Seto to kiss him anyway.

“How much more work do you have to do, Dragon…” Yami asked wrapping his arms around Seto’s neck. “I was thinking I could use a nice, cold cream-sicle.”

“Your naughty little tricks won’t work tonight. I have to go to work.”

“To work? Dragon, it’s almost nine.”

“I left a fin myn my computer. I need to go over it Sunday. And if I’m going to be spending all day with you tomorrow I have to go get it tonight.”

“Dragon… no…you’re not going…”

“Oh, I’m not?”

“No.”

“Baby, I have to.”

“No. I want you to stay here with me. I don’t want you going anywhere. I won’t let you leave.”

“Baby, I’m going, there’s no arguing.”

“No. I’m not letting you go. I want you to stay here and fuck me. The way I like. Cum Slut wants his dragon.”

“Yami…trust me…I want you…I promise I’ll fuck you tomorrow…”

“No. Now.” Yami kissed Seto’s neck, demandingly. “I waited all day…I was so lonely, Dragon…”

“I know, Baby. I know.” Seto untangled himself from Yami’s grasp. “Baby, I have to go. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You fucking prick…why don’t you want to spend time with me?”

“If I had my way all I’d do is spend time with you, Baby. Tell you what. What if next weekend we take the jet and go to Japan and visit Mokuba and your friends? Huh? I’ll take off Friday, and we’ll come back Sunday night? Huh?”

“Dragon…I…I want to be with you tonight…so much…we didn’t have sex last night because you were tired from work. And Wednesday night you fell asleep after dinner. It’s Friday…I just…” Yami looked at Seto for a while. “Fine, Dragon…you can go…but we’re going shopping all day tomorrow. All day.”

“Fair enough.” Yami crawled out of Seto’s lap, reluctantly. “Be back as soon as I can…okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you go downstairs and watch one of the movies we rented on Monday? Huh?”

“I guess so. Carry me.”

“No, let your fat slut ass walk.”

“Fucker!” Yami kicked him. Seto sighed and made a big show of picking Yami up. He carried his small duelist lover downstairs and plopped him on the couch. “You’re so whipped, Seto… Duke was right.”

“Oh fuck you, Yami.” Yami smirked and held out his arms. Seto immediately let Yami hug him and gave him a kiss.

“I need a drink.”

“Fine.” Seto went and found him one and returned. “Anyt els else your majesty?”

“You better be home in less than an hour. And if I fall asleep on the couch I want you to bring me upstairs…okay?”

“Yes, Baby.” Seto rolled his eyes. “Can I go now, Slut? I have things to do.”

“Yeah.” Seto headed for the door. “Seto…aren’t you forgetting something.”

“Love you, Baby.” Seto called as he picked up his car keys.

“Love you too, Dragon.”


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Yami looked at the four DVDs they had rented. There really wasn’t anything he wanted to watch. Not really. Damn it. What was he going to indulge in? It had been interesting to go into a video store in San Fran. Seto had been in a mood that night, and two out of the four movies they rented were porn titles. Yami and him were supposed to be watching them together tomorrow night. Seto had this fantasy he wanted to try, involving Yami sitting on top of him as they both masturbated.

Fuck Seto.

He was going to watch the movies now. But which one to watch? Yami decided on Too Close Behind. The title was so goofy he couldn’t resist. Yami popped it in the DVD player. He wasn’t really interested in any storylines, what little storylines there were. What he was interested in was getting off. So he fast-forwarded until he found some lovemaking. Not that he had to advance the movie all that far.

The best thing, of course, was that you never had to worry about rewinding a DVD. Seto would never know. By the time the teen CEO got to and from Kaiba Corp Yami would be finished with himself. And how nice that all Yami was wearing was an oversized shirt. It was quite easy for Yami to swing a naughty bronze leg over the couch arm without having to do anything special.

Yami opened the end table drawer and pulled out lube. Seto had taken to leaving some in every room of the house since neither could tell when a little lovemaking could occur. Yami slathered some onto his half-hard erection and then rubbed some onto his hands. Ever since their first night together, Yami had taken to pleasuring himself the way Seto had suggested, jacking off and sticking his fingers inside of himself at the same time.

Not that he had to jack off all that often. Seto kept him plenty satisfied. But he wanted to tonight. He wanted to cum on this couch. Maybe in a couple of days he’d tell Seto what he did and see what the billionaire would say. Would Seto punish him? Seto hadn’t since they arrived in America. He hadn’t even threatened it. And since the brunet hadn’t brought it up, Yami hadn’t either, wondering if Seto was tired of their cat and mouse games with each other.

Yami smirked, this movie was really enjoyable. The uke was moaning something awful. This guy was being shown no mercy, the seme pounding in and out of the pliant body bent in front of him like his life depended on it. It was funny…Seto had a porn star cock. It was gorgeous and always seemed to be hard at just the right moments. And Seto had the stamina of a bull.

The more Yami thought about Seto…about the thought that his dragon and him hadn’t been intimate in days the more desperate he got. Damn that dragon. Look what he was reduced to. Yami lay back on the couch, his head on the seat cushion. He put one leg on the floor the other he bent at the knee as he continued manipulating himself. He kept the strokes steady… wondering if he should have gotten one of the dildos to play with. None of them were as satisfying as his dragon, of course… but they were better than two fingers.

When Dragon came home he was getting his fucking. Case closed. He needed it. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow. He was simply going to meet him at the door, without clothes, and jump him the second he crossed the threshold. He could already feel it…he knew just how to get his dragon fired up…and he wanted that hard thrusting appendage inside of him in the worst way.

The thought that by day Seto was a ruthless businessman, making executive decisions without batting an eyelash and by night he was a dark and reckless lover made Yami’s skin burn. It gave him a twinge…made his belly churn with desire. There were days Seto meet him for lunch, at some fancy restaurant and Seto would write on a napkin then hand it to Yami across the table, the message always being something dirty and naughty. Like Monday when Seto had written, “If you don’t mind getting arrested and probably shipped back to Japan I’d sure like to throw you across this table and fuck you like I own you.”

Everything Seto did screamed sex. From the way he walked, to the way he smiled. Seto didn’t have to try to be sexy. He was just so dominating and masculine. So truly male. Seto never had to say much to get him going, all he had to do was glance at him whi whisper something inappropriate and Yami was done. Seto liked to be in charge…give instructions… and Ra damn…did Yami want to follow them. Gods… he ached for his dragon…ached… the fire in his groin was killing him softly.

Yami released with a moan, unsatisfied…it wasn’t enough…he was sweaty. Panting… he had come all over his fingers…all over the couch. And it wasn’t enough. He needed his dragon so much. Every second without him was agony. He longed for a touch…just one touch he…

“What do we have here?” Yami jumped startled. Standing in front of him, on the side of the couch was Dragon, arms crossed over his chest. “I leave you alone for fifteen minutes and this is what you do?”

“I…why are you back so soon…”

“Why I’m back is none of your business. I see you decided to defy me and watch the movies without me, hum?” Yami didn’t answer, wishing he was wearing more than a flannel shirt. “And worse, of course, you came all over my couch.”

“I…I just…”

”You just can’t behave yourself, can you, Slut?” Yami’s dick jumped. “What am I going to do with you?”

“If you had been fucking me properly I wouldn’t have had to resort to this. You were neglecting me, I had no choice.”

“Did I give you permission to come?”

“I just said I had no…”

“Answer the question, Yami.” Yami narrowed his eyes. “I’ll take that as a no.” Yami watched as Seto walked to the front of the couch. “I think I’m going to have to teach you a little lesson about being a naughty boy when I’m not home. If I don’t correct this now who knows what other little trouble my fuck toy will get himself into.”

“Look, Seto…if you are going to fuck me…do it. That’s what I want. But you’re not going to tease me tonight. I’m too worked up…it’s been too long since you took care of me like you are supposed to. No games, no speeches about me being naughty and needing to repent. Save it for tomorrow.”

“You just came on my couch.” Seto yanked Yami up, forcing him to stand. “You’re in for it, Yami. End of discussion.”

“No.”

“Yes. You were behaving so well here too…but I guess like the saying goes. Once a dirty little cum slut, always a dirty little cum slut. Hum?”

“Go to hell.”

“Yami…do I have to tell you… do I have to state the obvious?”

“Let my arm go.”

“So you want to be forced…fine, we’ll do it yway.way.”

“I’m not playing games with you, Dragon. Let me go. RIGHT NOW!” Seto’s response was to grab Yami tighter. “Dragon!”

“I guess you don’t get it…Yami. You’re going to be punished.” Yami moaned then, Seto leaning down and capturing his lips in a scorching kiss…flames dancing as their tongues tangled in a frantic heap.

Without breaking contact Seto hoisted Yami up, Yami immediately straddling his waist and wrapping his arms around his neck, moaning harder as Seto’s tongue fucked his throat. Seto let one hand caress Yami’s bottom, dipping at the gate of Yami’s lube slickened portal.

As the kiss ended Seto dug two fingers in Yami’s t het heat…Yami’s body practically pulling him inside. “You’re ready for me.”

Yami smirked, Seto exposing his neck so that his shorter lover could nip at the skin. Yami bounced up and down on Seto’s fingers, Seto fingering him harder and harder. Seto knew Yami’s body better than he knew his own…when he knew Yami was close he pulled both fingers out and threw Yami back onto the couch.

“You fuckrag, te yte you…” Yami hissed, sitting up.

“You think I’m going to go easy on you, you better think again. I need to lock up. You go upstairs.”

“You’re assuming I want to put out?”

“I don’t care what you want. I’m going to remind you of just whose slut you are, Yami. Like I said, if you want to play hard to get…I’ll just force you. And enjoy doing it.” Yamdickdick ached at Seto’s threat. Yami stood up again. “When I get upstairs you better be ready for me.”

“How?”

“You’re to be stripped, in a cock ring, bent over the bed with your hands behind your back and handcuffed, and I want Roberto all the way inside of you…so just his glassy balls are poking out.”

“I can’t get Roberto inside of me alone…I always tense up.”

“I didn’t ask you what you can do… I’m telling you that’s how you better be when I get upstairs. And if you’re not…” Seto reached under the shirt and squeezed Yami’s erection painfully, Yami crying out. “Now get moving.” Yami’s eyes narrowed in anger.

He had no choice though. He had to do what his dragon wanted. Gods…he needed to do what his Dragon wanted…he hadn’t been punished in ages…he never needed anything so badly in his entire life.

He needed to be submissive to his dragon this way. He needed to let that masochism streak come out like this…

Seto watched as Yami practically ran up the stairs, Seto smirking to himself. The house was already locked up. He just needed to take the edge off before he went upstairs. He wasn’t sure if Yami was going to be able to get all of his instructions accomplished by the time he got to their bedroom…he kind of hoped he wouldn’t… he wanted Yami to suffer tonight. Nothing bad, of course… he’d never really hurt his baby… but his sexual desires for doing this were at a fevered pitch now… and there was so much he wanted to do.

He went into the freezer and got what he needed and then put everything into a small mini cooler. When Seto was calm again, turning out the living room lights and switching off the DVD player and television he headed up the stairs. “Oh Baby….Baby…your dragon is coming…you better be all ready for him…”

Seto opened the door and stood there impressed. Yami seemed to have gotten himself all ready for him, and the sight of his baby kneeling over the side of the bed with his hands cuffed behind him made his pre-essence ooze. Seto put down the cooler and smiled broader.

“From the looks of things…it seems you’ve followed all my instructions. I will have to take a closer inspection of course. You understand.”

“Yes, Master,” Yami replied submissively. Seto held down a growl. Yami never called him that. Even when Yami submitted to him willingly there was always some level of defiance. They hadn’t done this in so long that it sounded like Yami needed to submit fully…that he needed to give himself completely to Seto.

Oh Gods Yes.

Yami watched as Seto approached him, then bent down and knelt in front of him. “Are you going to inspect me now, Master? Cum Slut did everything his dragon asked him to.” Seto licked his lips… not able to keep the boyish grin off his face.

“Well, let’s see,” Seto began, stroking Yami’s backside. “I see you’re stripped, like I asked.” He moved his hands around the copper-colored skin, his painfullow low movements sending shivers of lust through Yami’s entire body. When Seto reached his manhood Yami screamed. “The cock ring is here, that’s good.”

Seto lingered on Yami’s ball sack for a little bit before continuing. “Your hands are cuffed behind your back and you’re bent over the bed. Very good.” Seto’s hand traced down Yami’s ass again and poking out was the glass phallus Seto had long since bought with Yami in mind.

“I see you got Roberto in place…” Seto pulled the dildo par the the way out…Yami whimpering. Seto slid it back in, then repeated his torture, Yami wiggling, desperate for the toy. “Do you like when I fuck your little ass crack with my toys, Baby?”

“Yes,” Yami panted.

“I thought you told me you couldn’t get Roberto in by yourself, how ever did you manage?” Seto wondered, still playing with the toy…pulling it in and out. Yami whimpered, Seto relishing in reducing Yami to a ball of nerves as he continued to pleasure his prostate. “I asked you a question, Baby.”

“Cum Slut knew his dragon would punish him worse if he didn’t get Roberto inside of himself. So he forced it…”

“Um…you forced it inside…” Seto was licking his lips again, finding it hard to concentrate. Yami talking like this got him so worked up, he would probably come unassisted in a minute. “I can imagine you pushing this up your asshole…running out of time, knowing I’d be upstairs in moments. You’re so obedient, Baby…Dragon is so proud of his naughty semen whore.”

Yami groaned in protest as Seto pulled Roberto out. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“Not quite yet.” Seto stood up and walked over to the cooler. “You’re getting a reward for following all my instructions so well. Do you want your reward?”

“Yes.” Yami watched, his head still laying on the bed as Seto pulled out a cream pop, and unwrapped it. “Oh gods, are you…are you going to…”

“Not exactly, Baby.” Seto took a suck on it and then got behind Yami. “Suck on this while I undress.” Yami opened his mouth, Seto putting all of the cream-sicle into Yami’s hot awaiting mouth. Seto quickly threw off his clothes and then got behind Yami again. “Open your mouth, Slut.”

Yami did, Seto took the cream-sicle out. “Nothing would bring me better pleasure than to fuck you with this thing, fuck you until all that was left was the stick… and then replace the stick with myself. However, this is far too mushy to do that with, so I have something else in mind.”

“Please…do it…”

“Spread yourself apart, with your hands.” Seto forced Yami’s legs further apart. Yami opened himself up like Seto wanted him to, twitching in anticipation. Seto ran the cream popsicle up and down the crease between Yami’s firm globes, Yami’s fingers trembling as Seto continued with the illicit sensations. “Stick your finger inside, Slut. Push some of that melty ice cream into yourself.”

Yami did, bucking off the bed as he pleasured himself. It was all lightening…electric… “Another finger, Yami…” Yami growled, and stuck another finger inside, his body pressing back into his vanilla coated digits. Seto let the cream-sicle paint the rest of his gentiles running it along the underside of Yami’s dick.

“Open your mouth.” Yami’s mouth was already open from moaning in pleasure. “I’m going to go get the vibrator. I want you to keep your mouth busy…I want you to suck on this like it’s a cock.”

Yami whimpered, taking what was left of the cream pop into his mouth wantonly. “I want nothing left but the stick, do you understand?” Yami nodded.

“You’re such a bad slut, Yami. I hardly know how to punish you.” Seto needed a moment to calm down again. He really was going to come unassisted soon. Yami was so submissive tonight…at this point the spirit would probably let him do anything he wanted to him. He’d beg for it. Seto swallowed. He took out one of the egg shaped vibrators and switched it on.

“Let me see, are you done with your treat, Yami? Are you done deep throating it like I wanted.” Yami spat the empty stick out onto the bed. “Such a good slut I have here.”

“What are you going to do to me next?”

“You’ll see.” Seto pushed the device into Yami with little thought, Yami groaning and whimpering and hissing the whole way.

“Take it out…please…take it out…I…need…I need to come…please…”

“I don’t believe you’re truly sorry for what you did on my couch, Yami.”

“I am…please…Master…Dragon…I am…”

“I don’t know about that.” Seto turned it off for a moment. “To the casual observer you look like you’re well behaved. But inside you’re all whore. The way your ass practically swallows me when I fuck your brains out. You can’t get enough of my dick…”

“Never.”

“So bad, Slut. I really should torture you some more.” Seto turned the vibrator back on, Yami screaming. He bit down into the comforter to silence some of his cries. Seto squeezed his erection and his eyes rolled back in his head. Fuck did that hurt… and Yami couldn’t get enough of it. Satisfied, Seto turned the vibrator off again.

Yami resisted the urge to curse his dragon out three ways from Sunday. He swallowed then calmly stated, “I’m a bad little slut. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, are you?”

“Yes. Cum Slut disobeyed his dragon.”

“He did.”

“I’m a bad little slut. So bad, Seto…such a bad little slut. I needed your dick so much…I came without your permission.”

“Why didn’t you ask for my dick?”

“I did, but you left me…so I got naughty. I was so mad at you. That’s why I acted up. That’s why I was a bad little slut.”

“I hope you learn your lessen, Baby.” Seto uncuffed him. “On the bed.” Yami crawled up, hissing when his purple hard-on came in contact with the comforter. Seto retrieved an ice cube and another cream-sicle from the cooler and then grabbed the largest dildo he owned and sat on the bed.

Yami immediately tried to straddle him. “What are you doing, Baby?”

“Cum Slut wants to sit on his dragon’s lap. He wants his hard cock to go inside of him.” Yami couldn’t have sounded anymore slutty if he wanted to. He was sweaty and sticky…vanilla ice cream stained his chin and his thighs. He looked messy, and more than a little fuckable. Seto smiled. “Let me ride my dragon, like I own his dick.”

“Not yet, Slut. I’m not done with you just yet. Lay on your back.” Yami did as he was told. He couldn’t get enough of his dragon. The fire in his groin was far from being quenched. Even if Seto fucked him raw three times right now…it wouldn’t be enough. It wouldn’t do anything to quench him.

Yami watched as Seto lubed up Eduardo. They hadn’t played with the black latex sex toy in at least four months. Yami quivered in anticipation. Seto handed the Spanish named dildo to his lover. “I want one hand to use Eduardo to fuck yourself. I want the other hand using this ice cube to molest your little dusty nipples.”

“And you’re going to watch?”

“No, I’m going to put my penis in your mouth and let you drool and slobber your naughty little mouth all over it.” Yami smirked. “I will watch you get started, I’d hate to have to stop getting serviced by that talented oral region of yours to make sure you’re doing it right.” Yami spread his legs wider, lifting his knees up, slowly impaling himself with the Latin phallus.

“It’s so big…Eduardo won’t fit…” Yami whimpered when he got half way in. He was lying of course, but he knew saying things like that made his lover hotter. “I don’t think I can get him all the way inside my tight asshole.”

“I’ll leave that cock ring on you all night if you don’t do as I say. You’re being punished, let us not forget.” Yami made erotic little noises as he slid Eduardo all the way in, then started sliding the toy back out. Seto smiled, watching over and over again as the toy disappeared into Yami’s messy little opening.

“Here.” Seto gave Yami the ice cube, and Yami began running the watery solid along his upper chest. Seto was so turned on. He trembled as he opened the wrapper on the second cream-sicle. He needed to do something before he lost it. He didn’t want to come just yet. He wasn’t quite finished with Yami.

“Cum Slut wants to wear his chocker. He wants his dragon to remind him who’s whore he is.” Seto moaned and picked up the chocker with Yami’s pet name on it and secured it around his neck. Yami had never asked to have the chocker put on him before. It was enough to make Seto nearly come on the spot.

Yami had him all kinds of hot right now. He was topping, and probably closer to losing it then Yami was.

And he didn’t want Yami to win. Even this was a game. Seto knew Yami was acting extra slutty and submissive on purpose. He wanted Seto to lose it. He wanted to throw Seto over the edge. Even the pants and gasps Yami made as he continued his ministrations got him closer to climax. Thankful he had the foresight to use another cold dessert treat he straddled Yami’s shoulders, and made Yami take the cream-sicle into his mouth.

Seto wished he could watch Yami fuck himself, and play with his hard nipples, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have Yami suck him off in the way only the former pharaoh could. From day one he had to admit Yami was the best little cock sucker he had ever known…and he just loved the way Yami’s hot, moist lips wrapped around his shaft, relaxing his throat muscles, and taking him deep inside.

The thought that Yami did these things for him and him alone always did it for him. Yami had told him that he had told Mahad he didn’t want to be with him, that the only person who could ever really satisfy him was his dragon. Seto had been so turned on by Yami settling things with Mahad that he took Yami right then and there. A similar situation had happened when Seto contacted Seig on the phone to tell him where he could stick it. Yami sat on his lap while he told Seig where he could go on speakerphone. The moment Seto hung up, Yami pounced on him and took him on the floor.

Seto removed the cream-sicle from Yami’s waiting mouth and moved so he could slide in himself in its place. “That’s it…Baby…damn…so good…Fuck Rice-a-Roni. You’re the real San Francisco treat.” Seto took the cream-sicle into his own mouth, needing to soothe the dryness that came from being so worked up.

Yami smirked, relaxing his jaw muscles and nipping at the skin. Seto made some inhuman noises, Yami bucking underneath him as he fucked himself with Eduardo faster. Sure they made love to each other, but nothing, nothing could ever top these smutty moments. Yami was a little freak in the bedroom, and Seto, gods, he could just never, never get enough.

At some point during the blow job Yami started moving his mouth so that Seto had no choice but to remove himself. “What do you think you’re doing? Did I tell you you could stop? Have you already forgotten whose slut you are?”

“Cum Slut wants to polish his dragon’s balls…”

OH FUCK

“Will you let me clean them off for you, shine them up all nice?”

“You’re so slutty, Yami…so fucking slutty…”

“I want to roll them around my mouth, I want to taste them…” Yami took his free hand and squeezed Seto’s erection. Damn, Yami was winning…he was winning.

“I thought I told you to make those nipples wet…why aren’t you…”

“The ice cube melted on my hot body, Dragon.” Seto growled with ardor. “Please can I wash your balls…I want them both in my mouth…I want them to choke me…”

He’s going to win…he’s going to win and he knows it. What had always made Seto able to be in control longer was that Yami was usually defying him, calling him a bitch…biting him…cussing at him. But tonight, Yami’s complete surrender, Yami turning from a mere cum slut to a super slutty, naughty cum whore was taking it’s toll. And they both knew it.

Seto allowed Yami to do what he wanted to his testicles. Seto so turned on he bit the now empty cream-sicle stick that was still in his mouth completely in half.

“ENOUGH!” Seto moved off Yami’s body. He tried clearing his head. Yami continued with what he was doing with his other hand. “Stop. Don’t do that with Eduardo anymore.”

“Do you want Eduardo in me, or out of me?”

“Out. Now.”

Yami looked at Seto with big innocent crimson eyes, they looked almost like Yugi’s except they both knew there was nothing innocent behind them. Yami made a big show of slowly sliding Eduardo out with two hands. “Look, Dragon…Eduardo’s covered in the ice cream that was in my hot little hole.”

“I can see that, Yami,” Seto said, his teeth clenched.

Yami merely smirked. “You can’t put him away all messy from my asshole, Seto…Let me clean him first.” Eduardo then slipped into Yami’s mouth.

“Fucking A, give me that…” Seto snatched Eduardo back and threw him across the room. The dildo did a little bounce, as it landed with a soft thud.

“Why whatever is the matter, Master? Did Cum Slut do something wrong?”

“You’re not cute, Yami.”

“Are you going to fuck Cum Slut now? Are you going to fuck my sloppy little asshole with your big thick cock…are you going to shoot your hot cum inside me…and then watch as it drips down my legs like the ice cream has?”

“Hands above your head.” Yami smiled, evilly and complied. The more Yami didn’t defy him the harder Seto got. Seto secured Yami’s hands above his head with leather straps. “You’ll be getting that fucking alright, but I don’t think it’s going to happen quite how you thought.”

“Oh?”

“Remember when you asked me what that strange hookabovabove our bed, and I told you it was for a ceiling fan? Well, I lied.”

“What?”

“You’re going to be attached to that little hook, and if you’re too short then I guess you’re going to be dangling. Then I’m going to finish administering your punishment.” Yami made a face. Fear flashing from his eyes. “Stand up, now.”

Yami didn’t move. “Did you hear what I just said?” Yami still didn’t move. What in the world was Seto going to do to him…oh Ra…what if Seto had finally lost it this time?

“Oh, so now you don’t want to listen. Fine, have it your way. Seto rolled Yami onto his stomach, Yami moaning as the contact between his erection and the bed was made. Seto grabbed the riding crop and sent it onto Yami’s bare ass.

Yami shrieked. It hadn’t actually hurt at all. But Seto had never used it before. The riding crop threat was just that, a threat. Would Seto really use it on him? Oh gods. Yami trembled and got up on his knees, ready to cry.

Seto seeing the fear in Yami’s face put the riding crop back down and pulled Yami into his arms. “Baby, I was only teasing you…you know I’d never…ever…ever do anything bad to you. Ever, Baby…I promise…I was just kidding.”

“Really?”

“Of course, Baby…come on, I’m not a monster. I’m not going to dangle you from the ceiling. Here, stand up.” Yami did as he was told, running his hands up and down Seto’s chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to actually scare y

“Fuck you, Prick.”

“Ah, there’s that open contempt for me that gets my blood going.”

“What about the hook?”

“Hands up, over your head.” Yami lifted. Seto adjusted Yami’s straps and then secured them to the ceiling. There was plenty of slack left, Yami not once lifting off the bed, both feet safely on the sheets. There was even enough room to walk a little, not very much, but he was not dangling from the ceiling like a piece of meat.

“Now what?”

“Now I fuck you.” Seto’s hands moved to the cock ring. “Don’t come…let me take it off, Baby.”

Yami held his breath as Seto removed it. “So good, Baby…you were so perfect tonight. I love you.”

“Stop talking shit and get to the part where you fuck me.”

“Have it your way.” Seto lifted Yami up, Yami instinctively wrapping his legs around Seto’s waist. Yami roared as Seto finally pushed himself into him. The thick hard shaft slammed into him, Yami not given time to adjust as Seto tool him without mercy. He thrust up into Yami’s body, Yami screaming and panting hard.

“That’s right…take it…take all of it…take all of it like the slut you are…I trained you so well…didn’t I…Slut.”

“Fuck me…Fuck me…Fuck me…” The feeling of Seto slamming into his prostate was so good it was almost painful. Seto took him with enough strength to practically rattle his bones. “Harder…harder…punish me…punish me…please…make me feel it…I need it…I need it so bad…”

Harder. Faster. More. Not enough…more.

“You’re really going to be cripple this time, Yami…I won’t hold back, I won’t go easy on you.”

“Fuck me raw…faster…harder…Fuck, Dragon…Seto…I love you…I need you… Always… Harder… fuck the shit out of me…” Seto lifted his feet off the bed, as he slammed up into Yami so hard Yami screamed and then released everywhere, cum hitting both of them as Seto continued.

Yami actually lost consciousness, because the next thing he realized he was on his back, legs up at his ears and Seto was rocking his entire body in and out of him. “Thought. I. Lost. You. Fuck, Yami…so fucking tight…”

“Not for long, claim me…Dragon…” Yami’s erection returned full force, his hands were still tied together, but he was able to use them to beat himself off. “Make me your whore…use me…
abuse me…violate me…”

Seto picked up his pace, lengthening his hard strokes, pulling almost all the way out ono poo pound back into Yami over and over again. “Fuck, Yami…I love you…I love you…fuck…”

“Always. Dragon. You and me. Always…Harder…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..ummmmmmmmmm……
ahhhhhhhhhhh…..”

The hard flesh just continued to ram into the tight hot sheath. Seto’s pelvis and hips pistoning in and out, Seto losing all control. His eyes were so dark blue now they were nearly black. Crimson had turned into a brilliant deep ruby. There was no fear now…there was no worry that things would go to far…

This was how it was supposed to be…this was how it would always be…forever.

“Never leaving you…Never…you’re mine…always…never…you’re mine…MINE…MINE…”

“Seto, I’m going…oh gods…I’m going to come…please…it burns…it hurts…it….errrr….ahhhhhh… so good…good…love you…please….” Harder, faster…deeper. Yami felt used…he felt broken… it was the most intense feeling in the world.

“You filthy, messy slut…you’re so fucking tight… you’re dripping with wetness…you dirty whore…”

“Use me…ride me hard…Ride me hard and leave me wet…”

Seto took Yami to the end, holding the sheets tig as as his entire body took Yami to the edge. “Come, you slut…COME…NOW…” Yami’s entire body bucked up, Seto having no choice but to move with him as both of them released with twin screams.


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It wasn’t until an hour later Seto woke up again and began cleaning his baby back up. Yaas jas just waking up as he settled him into his arms. “Are you okay, Baby…”

“I think I died, Seto…I think I died…I had a flashback, when I passed out…I was taking Seth…he was tied to my bed, blindfolded…I…oh gods…Ra…It was so good…I could feel it…”

“Would you believe me if I told you I had a similar flashback?” Yami smiled at Seto and buried himself into his chest. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

“Yes, Dragon.” Yami snuggled up to him sated.

“So, did you suspect that I would be coming back early tonight?”

“I knew you were up to something the moment you told me to watch those rented movies. So predictable, Seto.” Yami kissed his neck. “Still, I can’t get enough.”

“Every now and then I have to remind you that you’re property of mine.”

“And what makes you think I’m your possession? Huh? Why do I have to belong to you?”

“Because 3,000 years ago you stole my heart. When you return it I’ll consider freeing you.” Yami smiled, and straddled his dragon’s waist. He loved when Seto spoke about Egypt, he didn’t do it very often. But it always made him feel so good.

“I’m afraid you won’t be getting your heart back, Seto.”

“Oh no?” Yami shook his head. “I guess that means you’re stuck then, Yami. You’re stuck being my…”

“Slut?”

Seto’s hands stroked Yami’s cheek. “Baby.”

Yami smiled, brighter. “You mushy bastard.”

“You little whore.”

“Prick.”

“Asshole.”

Yami leaned down and kissed him. “I’ll always love you, Baby. Now, forever. Always.”

“I’m in love with you, Seto Kaiba,” Yami promised, placing both his hands on Seto’s chest directly over Seto’s heart.

Seto opened his mouth to make a wisecrack…but stopped himself. He smiled as he felt Yami lay down on him again, nuzzling his neck. He really could say something obnoxious, really could ruin the moment, let Yami get angry at him and hit him. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t. He held Yami to him, their heart beats both slowing, each getting the pleasure of feeling the pumping of each other’s organs against their chests.

Yeah, Seto could say something…he could be a prick…but…

Right now, he wanted a happy ending.

At least for tonight.


Author’s Endnotes: There you go. It started with smut, it ended with smut. And somewhere in between I tried to make a plot. So? Is this a happeverever after? Well, no. But it’s a mostly happily ever after. You can tell that in just one month Seto and Yami’s relationship is a lot more stable, there’s not so much up and down nonsense. I think they both learned to love each other for who they are…Seto can still be a prick, Yami can still be overly aggressive, but they compensate accordingly. Well guys… what can I say. It’s been a roller coaster. I only hope I lived up to your high expectations.

Thank you so much for reading this fic. I love all of you guys. ^_^