Rivals With Benefits

First Things First: Ooooooh……Reviews! Lots and lots of reviews! Thanks guys! I was so thrilled by these reviews I decided to not study for my exam and write another chapter…well, technically, the exam is not for a while…so, I’m okay. Alright then, so we pick up later on in the week, a Thursday. And Seto and Yami are at it again, meanwhile, Bakura is still desperately trying to figure out who Yami’s screwing behind their backs. Oh, and speaking of Bakura, Dirty D, I’ve embraced your challenge to me… so look forward to a Bakura/Joey story some time in the future…there are some other things I HAVE TO write first, but yes… I’ve got a plot bunny…and I already have evil ideas…tehehehe. Oh, and thinking about the lyrics to George Michael’s classic, I Want Your Sex I decided to include lyrics from the Bloodhound Gang instead. Anyway, please review… Thanks in advance


Disclaimer: Me don’t own diddly squat… no show, no songs, no lyrics… there’s a lemon or two…




Chapter 2: I Want Your Sex

You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
~ The Bad Touch
The Bloodhound Gang


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 leavinmi imi 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. Yami moaned as a hand trailed down his chest and two fingers pinched his nipple. Next? He couldn’t take any more of this…

The past hour had been excruciating.

It had started like so many of their other sessions together. Seto forced Yami to wear a cock ring and then cuffed him. Only this time Seto had the other teen stand at the foot of his bed, and handcuffed him to the posts. Once secured Seto slipped in the ball gag, and Yami knew right then that tonight’s activities were going to be like nothing he had experienced to date.

First there was the vibrator, which Seto inserted. And of course, there was an accompanying remote control. That had been unbearable, and while Seto intermittingly switched the settings from low to high and back again, he was doing other devious things. pla playing with a paddle.

Every time Yami grumbled into the ball gag and struggled, he got a solid whack on his backside. It wasn’t hard enough to really hurt, but being at the other’s mercy did enough to his pride on its own. There had been some other unusual things as well…

And now Seto was telling him that he was going to enjoy what he had planned for him next? He had to be kidding. Yami wasn’t going to last too much longer.

“You ready, baby?” Seto asked, as if his captive had a choice. He swirled a wandering finger to the tip of Yami’s aching erection and swiped some pre-cum off. “Poor, baby…you need to come so bad…don’t you.”

Yami struggled against his bonds, and growled.

“I’m really hard too…baby…I want to finish this…don’t worry, we’re almost done.” Seto bent down and picked up his latest method of torture. Chocolate ice cream.

It had sat on the floor at the end of the bed since Yami had been secured. And now it a mea melty, messy blob of liquefied goodness. And still cold. Seto had enjoyed playing with ice cubes on Yami multiple times since their first encounter together. He saw the ice cream being a lot more fun.

“Your skin already tastes delicious, Pharaoh, this is just enhancing it a little.” Yami complained into the restraint in his mouth as Seto took a wooden spoon and began drizzling the brown substance onto his bare, sweat soaked skin.

He splattered the coldness onto every exposed inch he could cover above Yami’s waist. Yami struggled harder, only working himself up more. “You need to relax, baby.”

Relax! Fuck him. Did he have any idea the pain he was suffering. Bad enough he hadn’t come in over an hour and had a vibrator agitating his prostate, but now he had icy chocolate covering him. When he got himself free…oh, Seto was going to pay for his little stunts tonight… when Yami got a hold of him the billionaire would be lucky if he wasn’t going to need handicapped license plates for his jag…

Yami’s muffled scream violently broke him from his thoughts as Seto moved his oversized tongue to his chest. He had come to the other side of the bed and was comfortably sitting down on the comforter, leaned over and tasting his victim. He smirked before playing with the remote control, turning the vibrator to it’s highest setting. Yami cried into the ball gag again as Seto’s tongue worked over a hardened little nub.

“I love hearing your muted cries for me to stop… you’re sexiest when you’re the most helpless.”

Yami yelled something incoherent and Seto continued where he had left off. While he smeared the dessert all over the front side, the ice cream on the tri-colored haired teen’s back was dripping lower and lower. Seto turned off the vibrator again and bent over to lap up some of the frozen dairy product that had slipped into the other’s navel.

“I think what I don’t reach can be covered by a shower later…I don’t know how much more of this I can take, baby.” Seto continued his tongue games, up and down, left to right…there was no space his tongue didn’t reach. His actions continued, his tongue drawing patterns into the chocolate, at one point he wrote “Slave” onto Yami’s hip with his finger, before sucking the liquidy dessert off.

“You’re covered in chocolate, I think you need some milk, baby,” Seto thought, adjusting himself on the bed as he twirled his tongue under Yami’s armpit. “Maybe I should come in your mouth when I’m done…what do you think?”

Yami hissed something that wasn’t comprehensible and Seto’s tongue got back to its ministrations. Yami’s chest continued to be assaulted, meanwhile the chocolate on his back succumbed to gravity, trails of the frozen treat slipped down his legs.

He needed to get away, there had to be some escape. But he knew there wasn’t. Both his hands and legs were shackled with handcuffs to the bed. He was trapped, and being murdered…and there was nobody to save him. He had snuck out of the house to come see his executioner, and it was clear the CEO planned on exacting his punishment in the cruelest ways.

“Don’t get distracted, Pharaoh. I want you to remember every moment of this night… I want to make sure it replays in your mind for the next time you think about taking me in the limo.”

Yami groaned. Was this what this was about? Was he still paying for something that had happened Monday? This was the last straw, he had been too easy on Seto so far. Mr. Kaiba was going to find himself in a precarious situation by the week’s end.

Yami yelped. Seto spanked him again. “I told you to pay attention, Yami. This can last as long as it has to. Personally, I think you’ve been punished enough…but if you let your mind drift again I’ll leave you like this for another hour or so.” Yami looked down at Seto, who was working on the last bit of chocolate. “I want you to look at me while I lick you clean.”

Yami breathed hard. He was gasping, and only being able to breathe through his nose wasn’t helping matters. Seto took one last lick and looked at the brown smears covering Yami’s defined muscles. That had been quite a bit of chocolate. And it had taken a while, but he wasn’t getting anymore off without water.

He dipped his head a little lower and tasted the wetness leaking from the spirit’s cock. Yami thrusted his hips forward involuntarily.

Seto stuck his head up, a devilish smile on his lips. “I’m taking the gag out now, but if you start bitching you’re staying like this for the rest of the night.” He pulled the ball gag out of the Egyptian’s mouth. Yami glowered at the other but said nothing.

“Someone wants to be fucked…don’t they?”

Yami nodded, angry, aroused…

“I think you want to be fucked until you can’t stand…Am I right?” Yami nodded again. He was dying…slowly dying.

“I think it’s time.” Yami heaved, taking in air as he watched Seto get off the bed. “Oh, wouldn’t you know it, there’s still some ice cream left on the back.”

“Leave it…” Yami answered, biting his lip hard enough that he drew blood.

“I can’t do that, Yami… you’ mes mess. And I don’t want to ruin the comforter with chocolate.”

“Then take me standing up. But take me Ra damn it.” Seto laughed.

“It’s hard, I know.” Seto’s hand slinked back around the front and squeezed Yami’s balls. “These need to be emptied, don’t they?”

“Yes.” Seto smirked.

“I suppose I could make an exception to my thing about watching the strained looks on your face when I take you, and take you from behind, just this once…”

“Do it. Right now.” Seto slapped him on the ass.

“Don’t get uppity with me, Mister. Let us not forget who is the master and who is the slave.”

“I apologize,” Yami hissed.

“You’re just lucky I’m as hard as you are right now, otherwise, this wouldn’t conclude until the morning.” Seto walked over to a dresser and retrieved the handcuff key. A wonderful idea flashing in his head. He released Yami’s wrists and placed the key back onto the dresser.

Yami rubbed his wrists and looked at them sadly. “One of these days you’re going to restrain them so tight they’re going to break off, you sadist.”

“I could spend our time making them feel better, or I can let you come, Yami. The choice is yours.”

“Fuck me.”

“I thought so.” Seto licked Yami’s shoulder, loving the taste of chocolate, intermingled with perspiration.

“You forgot about my ankles, Seto. Hurry up. I can barely stand as it is.”

“There’s been a change of plans. Your ankles are going to stay where they are.”

“What?”

“Bend over.” Yami narrowed his red eyes, as he looked over his shoulder at the CEO. “You heard what I said. Bend over.”

“No, you’re not taking me like this.”

“Well, here are your choices. Option one, I spend another half hour licking all the chocolate off your back, ass, and legs and take you on your back. Option two, I leave you here until morning and then shower you off and take you in the bathroom. Or option three, you bend over and hold on to the comforter for dear life while I pound you into the bed. Make up your mind, otherwise, I’ll make it up for you.”

Yami growled. “I absolutely despise you, you torturous bastard. And when I get my chance… you’re going to die by my hands. You make my skin crawl. I hate you more than anything in this entire world.”

“Flattery, my dear Pharaoh, will get you nowhere. Now, what will it be? Cause if I’m licking the chocolate off the handcuffs are going back on, and the ball gag’s going back in, and of course the vibrator will be back in action as well.” Yami shivered. He wouldn’t live through that again… he’d rather be eaten alive by hungry wolves.

Yami swallowed hard and leaned over, adjusting his legs a little, as much as he could, given the shackles ar his his ankles. His legs were spread wide, and in this position he felt like a sacrificial lamb.

“I thought you’d see it my way, Yami.” Seto slid the vibrator out. Yami groaned. “Now, put your hands out like a good little sex toy.” Yami was too horny and desperate to argue. That was the thing with having sex with Seto. The CEO had to be in charge at all times, which was why plotting his revenge would be so sweet.

Seto handcuffed Yami’s hands together. Yami glared at him. “It’s nothing personal, baby, but I can’t have you jacking yourself off before I’m ready to let you come, you understand.”

“I’m going to make you choke to death on my cum, you bitch.”

“You’re enjoying every second of this, you tease. You make me do this to you. You’re just too irresistible not to torment.”

“Die a thousand deaths, you rich piece of shit…”

“I love you too, baby.” Seto positioned himself behind his awaiting prey. He took some of the slowly hardening chocolate ice cream off of Yami’s back and slid it onto his manhood, deciding this would be Yami’s lubrication for his fucking. “You’ve had this coming to you. It’s time to reeducate you. To teach you, once again, what it means to be my property.”

Yami’s dick ached at the thought. Seto had certainly given him quite a lesson so far.

“A fuck toy needs to learn his place.” Seto squeezed Yami’s erection, Yami screaming. “You are lucky I am merciful, that I allow you to come.” He slid the cock ring off, Yami holding the comforter in a death grip. “You’re here simply for my pleasure.” Seto held his penis, tapping it right on Yami’s butt crack. “You easily forget your training. So I will show you. Do you understand?”

Yami was lost, half mumbling fuckmefuckmefuckme over and over again. It was a scarcely audible mantra that he chanted like a hellish sacred prayer. “Yami, you have to tell me you understand, otherwise, I can’t help you.” The spirit, was rubbing his throbbing erection against the bed, desperately seeking release.

And hour and a half of Seto’s cock torture…and he had definitely lost all comprehension.

Seto wasn’t impressed. He slapped Yami’s ass snapping Yami out of it. “Yami, you would like to come, would you not?”

“Yes…” his voice was torn, broken…he was wiggling his ass at Seto… begging for it like the whore Seto teased him for being.

“You have to tell me you understand, Yami,” Seto continued, nuzzling his length against Yami’s hole.

“I understand…” his voice was distant, Yami had broken out into a sweat. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than the intense pain his penis was experiencing.

“You understand what, Yami?” Seto demanded, slapping Yami again. Yami growled.

“You’re…my master…please…gods, Seto… I can’t…please…”

“Finish your thought, baby. And I’ll make it all better. I promise.”

“I’m a…a fuck toy…you’re going….to…to…remind me…of my…my place…Master.” That did it for Seto. Still holding his pulsating shaft, he eased it in, the head piercing Yami hard. Pushing past the tightness, Seto’s flesh disappeared inside Yami’s lush tunnel, Seto moaning all the way in. Yami unleashed an inhumane yowl.

“Is it just me… or do you get tighter every time we do this, Pharaoh…”

“Oh…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…”

“Easy, baby, easy.” Seto rubbed Yami’s back tothe the him, covering his hand with chocolate. He continued to ease his penis inside, Yami pressing hard against the mattress, his head bent over, his arms outstretched. This was the most submissive position Seto had ever forced him in to, and damn if he didn’t want it. He tried to focus on the exquisite feeling, instead of the pain in his groin.

“Fuck me…please…” Yami wiggled back a little, wantonly. “Please, Seto…”

“Certainly.” Seto pulled back a little and the let his cock deliver a slow, stabbing punch into Yami. Yami howled. Seto smirked. And his action was repeated.

He jammed back into that incredible heat, squirmed back out, slowly. Then repeated it. Yami’s hips gyrated. He pressed back, needing more contact. Raw-anguish mixed with mind- numbing pleasure as Seto slammed in again, Yami meeting him there, driving Seto deeper into him.

Seto had to give the spirit credit. Since their interlude had begun, Yami rarely feared pain.

Seto already knew this was going to be a quick, hot, fuck; neither of them were going to hold out for long as their skin continued to come into contact. “Ready, baby,” Seto asked, gripping Yami’s slippery, ice cream coated skin.

“Bring it, Bitch.” With a demand like that, Seto couldn’t help letting more of his control slip as he pulled back out, and then thrust in hard, rocking Yami, and the bed againhe whe wall. He did it again, again sending Yami against the bed, again slamming the wooden headboard against the wall. He did it again, harder, glad Yami’s legs were secured, knowing he didn’t have a very good hold on his lover.

He continued, establishing a rhythm, screwing Yami with lusty jabs. “Harder…” Yami cried, barely able to speak as as mas mashed into the comforter. Seto’s fuck speed increased, his long, hard penis continued banging into the body under him, his shaft jabbing in deep with stabbing thrusts, over and over. Yami writhed into it.

“I said, harder, Shit face.” Seto growled, pulling himself out until only the head remained before bucking forward, sending the headboard crashing into the wall.

“Remember, that you asked for it when you can’t move tomorrow, slut.” Yami screamed in an intoxicating pleasured pain mix as Seto reached around and clutched his rigid erection. He fisted it swiftly, Yami’s screams bouncing around the room.

Seto thanked any heavenly figure that was watching for the sound proof walls as he angled his thrusts so that Yami yelled at each movement.

“Such…a…slut…Ya..mi…” Seto mused, accenting each syllable with a thrust. “You make a great whore…”

“Oh Raaaaaaaa… fuck…please…shit…so close…I need to….let me come…” Yami yd sod something else that got lost in a groan as Seto slowed down his hand movements.

“You’ll come when I say you can, Yami. And not a moment sooner…”

“Die.”

“Blow me, Whore.”

With some of the last bit of Yami’s strength, he tightened around Seto’s appendage as Seto continued pounding him into the bed. It was Seto’s turn to scream. More of Seto’s control slipped; he went in for the burn, his thighs slapping against Yami’s legs; the sound of wood hitting plaster still echoing throughout the room. It felt almost like Yami was pulling him in, if that were at all possible at this point.

“Beg me to come, you… holy shit…” Yami tightened more, partially from his fast approaching climax and partially from his own voluntary movements. “Oh fuck, Yami…”

“Didn’t quite hear you there, Bitch.”

Seto squeezed Yami’s dick hard, Yami wailing. “You better think in investing in some crutches, Pharaoh.” Seto withdrew, only to bang back into Yami at full force. “You’re going to need them.”

“Fuck you, Prick.” Seto smacked him on the ass. Yami moaned.

“Say that shit again…” Seto’s control was now nonexistent… he could only hope for Yami’s sake he could take it.

“I said, FUCK YOU, PRICK,” Yami screamed, his voice hoarse.

“I’m not going to put up with your disrespect, Yami…” Seto’s steady pace was now as nonexistent as his cont “Y “You’re a chocolate covered slut who needs to be put back into his place…”

Yami’s scream was a near shrill…his usually deep, masculine voice turned into an soprano..

“You’d better come, Yami, or so help me God, I’m going to rip you a new one.”

“Great fucking Ra….oh gods…”

“Ask for it, you little slut…Beg…”

“Make me come, Seto…Make me…awww…shit….shit…shit…shit…Make me come…” Seto jacked Yami off as hard and fast as he could Yami bucking against his hand, and back against Seto’s dick… and in a matter of a moment Yami’s entire lower body jumped off the bed at the force of his release.

Seto lost it as Yami clenched around his member, and at the sight of hot sticky come flying up and hitting the headboard. Never had Yami’s body responded to him in that way… He didn’t know it was possible for someone to jerk like that as they came. By the time Seto gathered enough strength to pull out of Yami, the exhausted, former pharaoh had already passed out cold from the impact of his ejaculation.

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Upon knocking on Yami’s door for the fifth time with no answer, Yugi decided to take matters into his own hands and let himself into Yami’s room. Not surprisingly, his darker half was not sleeping in his bed, in fact, it didn’t even look like Yami had slept in the bed at all last night. Had he gone to meet his secret boyfriend?

Yugi called to Yami mentally, and got no response… he was blocked. Practically every time Yamft tft the house or the game shop he blocked him.

Yugi sighed and trekked back down the stairs, upset. Ryou and Bakura exchanged knowing glances over their cereal bowls. “I guess he’s not there, honey?” Ryou asked, trying to be soothing with his voice. Yugi looked at him and nodded. “You’re sure he was home last night?”

“We ate dinner together. He said he was going to finish reading his library book and then headed upstairs. He was so quiet, I assumed he fell asleep, I didn’t want to wake him.”

“Guess he shimmed down a drain pipe and made his escape. When he gets home he’ll look like he’s been hit by a two by four and tell you he went for an early morning walk, and got a Charlie horse, which is why he’s limping.” Ryou and Yugi looked at each other and back at Bakura.

Bakura’s hunches and guesses had been pretty accurate so far, but the Tomb Robber was still no closer to figuring out who Yami was screwing. He had attempted to follow him on Wednesday but Yami must have sensed it and spent two hours in the library. Bakura waited outside, patiently, but Yami never emerged. When Bakura finally got frustrated and went inside to confront him Yami had disappeared. He was crafty. Bakura wasn’t sure if Yami was on to him. But he never met a challenge he couldn’t handle. And once Bakura figured who who Yami was fucking… the real fun was going to begin.



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It never failed. The harder Seto was on him at night, the more worried and loving he was during the day. Currently, the CEO was fussing over Yami like an infant…feeding him breakfast and complaining.

“Shouldn’t you be at Kaiba Corp, plotting the destruction of the world?” Yami asked, wondering if Seto was going to chew his food for him and regurgitate it next. “It’s well after 11, you’re late.”

“The beauty of my job is, that I own Kaiba Corp. I’m not going to get yelled at for being late. Now stop fighting me and eat, you know you’ll get sick if you don’t have a full stomach when you take pain medication.”

“I’m glad you’re so concerned about my pain,” Yami mumbled, crossing his hands over his chest like he were five.

“You just keep asking for it, Yami. Goddamn it, you know I can’t stop myself when you provoke me. I don’t like watching you flinch and wince when we wake up. And last night was pretty bad.”

“Yeah. It was good at the time though.” Yami leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Seto’s lips. Seto smiled and grabbed Yami, pressing him gently against a bunch of pillows, tasting croissant os lis lips.

Seto really didn’t understand it…He had tried to figure it out…why suddenly they were like two love birds spooning and cuddling and whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears. He had figured it had to do with the assault they put each other through during sex. They had never made love to each other, or even had sex without someone intentionally inflicting pain, or degrading or humiliating the other.

Last night, Seto had been very hard on Yami, and he marveled at what a good sport he was about it. Their sexual adventure had ended by nine, still early by most people’s standards. But Yami was unconscious and covered in ice cream, so Seto had to forestall his own need to sleep and clean Yami up, release him from his handcuffs and slip him into a t-shirt and sweat pants and get him in bed.

Seto had felt especially loving this morning, when he woke Yami up by giving his hard-on a teasing blowjob. When that was done, Yami was moaning, anmplamplaining that he ached, and he was sticky. So Seto carried him into the master bathroom, bathed him in the hot tub, redressed him, and began looking around the house for an appropriate breakfast and painkillers. Yami had complained, and resisted the affection the entire time…but Seto was unmoved.

“Do I taste like croissant, Seto?” Yami asked, wrapping his arms around the taller teen as Seto sucked on Yami’s exposed neck.

“You do, Baby, the same way you tasted coo cookie the first time I kissed you.” Yami smiled, remembering the incident fondly. “I enjoy croissants, don’t you, baby?” Seto didn’t allow Yami to answer as he kissed him passionately.

“You like croissants so much because of their shape, you pervert.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Seto thought, smirking. Then he wiggled down and placed little warm kisses on Yami’s belly. Yami couldn’t help but giggle. He was giggling… that was something the Yugi’s and Ryou’s of the world did. The great pharaoh didn’t giggle…and he certainly didn’t let one of his biggest rivals see him so vulnerable…

“When do I have to take you home, Yami?” Seto asked, redirecting his kissing to his neck. He never gave the other a chance to answer as he sat up and scooped the other up with him. Yami leaned against Seto contently, completely relaxing as Seto’s hand came wrapping around his waist. “I’d be lying if I told you I was looking forward to bringing you back,” Seto admitted whispering into Yami’s ear.

“I don’t want to go back, Seto,” Yami lamented… snuggling up to him. Fuck it, he liked being babied. Who was he to deny it? Besides after last night, Seto owed it to him.

He could analyze it until he was blue in the face. But there was really no explanation for it. By night they were two sex-crazed villains aroused by each other’s suffering. By morning they were cuddly lovers, truly enjoying each other’s company. Instead of worrying about the why, maybe it was better they focused on the fact that this was the way things were and move on.

By the time Seto eventually dropped hif atf at home they’d grow tired of each other, and be ready to kill one another. But for the moment, they were happy and content…

“This can’t last forever, Yami. It’s getting risky. Bakura would have figured out what was going on the other day, if not for you ducking into the library like you did.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t call me all worked up on your lunch break, and demand I give you something to nibble on.”

“You make me so damn hard, baby,” Seto explained kissing Yami’s ear. “And besides, what better midday snack then you, on my desk, naked and panting.”

“You told me that you didn’t like to mix work and pleasure.”

“I lied.” Yami leaned against him, completely taken by the other, and hating the fact that he loved every moment of it. “So when are you free again? I think I might want a snack later today.”

“I don’t know, I have to watch the game shop tonight. Until close. Yugi has plans with Ryou and Yugi’s grandfather is watching the shop now.”

“What if I swing by… you must have some kind of back room or something…”

“And what happens when someone comes by?”

“It makes it all the more thrilling, baby.” Yami thought about that, a smile forming. Oh, it’d be thrilling all right. Like last week when he had taken Seto at the laundry mat. That had been thrilling and dangerous, Yami taking Seto hard and quickly, wondering if somewas was going to find out what was going on.

“So if I come by after work, maybe? That doable?” Seto asked.

“You’re doable, you dragon,” Yami answered, slipping out of the brunet’s grasp and tackling him back onto the bed.



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“Good afternoon, Yami,” Yugi chimed as the spirit entered the kitchen. Ryou and Bakura were sitting at the table, playing Go Fish with his hikari. Yugi smiled at him. “Where were you this morning?”

Yami’s eyes darted around the room. He made a quick dash for the table hoping nobody noticed he was walking crooked. “I went for a walk, it took so long because I got a…”

“Charlie horse?” Bakura finished.

“Yes.” Yami looked at Bakura, the white-haired fiend having a smug look on his face. There was no question Bakura was playing detective. At this point it was really only a question as to how much Yugi suspected.

“You’ve been in pretty bad shape lately, Yami, maybe you should go get yourself checked out,” Bakura offered, obviously relishing in the former pharaoh’s suffering.

“I thank you for the concern but as I have told Yugi already, it is simply a phase.” Yami turned his attentions back to the two hikaris sitting across from each other. “Little One, what time will you be going to Ryou’s tonight?”

“Actually, he’s coming here, Yami. Well, coming back, technically. Bakura wanted the place to himself tonight, so Ryou was spending the night. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s fine. I’m glad you guys get so much time together,” Yami answered with his smile, silently cursing in both Egyptian and Japanese.

I wonder if Yami doesn’t get to spend a lot of time with his special someone. Poor, Yami. I wish he’d tell me what was going on. I’m sure once Bakura figures out who it is things will be a lot simpler.

“Are you minding the shop tonight, Yami?” Bakura’s hikari asked, smiling at him.

“Yes. Yugi’s been good covering for me. But tonight I plan on finishing my library book and watching the store.”

So you say, Pharaoh. As soon as the shop closes I know you plan on making your move, and tonight, I’m going to catch you. Bakura licked his lips at the thought of witnessing Yami getting pummeled and fucked. Gods, what he wouldn’t do to be the one ripping screams from those lips. That stupid holier-than-thou attitude was what did it… but as soon as Yami slipped up, and he certainly would… this game was over.

What would Yami give to keep Bakura quiet? Or better yet, what would he do?

The possibilities were absolutely mind-boggling.

“Something wrong, Kura?” Ryou asked, sensing his dark was thinking something devious.

“I’m fine, really.”

Before Ryou could question him further the phone rang. Yugi went to pick up the phone. “Hello? Yes, he’s here, one moment please.” Yugi handed Yami the phone. “It’s some girl. I don’t recognize the voice.”

“Hello?” Yami asked, narrowing his eyes. A habit he had picked up from his CEO lover.

“I was just calling to tell you that I was thinking about your beautiful stiff penis,” Seto answered. Yami said, nothing, but shifted in his seat. “That was my secretary's voice Yugi heard just now.”

“I see.”

“I’m coming over around seven. So do whatever it is you have to to make it okay.”

“I don’t know if that’s going to work.”

“Well, see that it does. Pre-cum’s already pooling in my boxers.”

“I don’t respond to threats.”

“Well, then, me and my riding crop will see you at seven.”

“Did you not hear what I just said?”

“I should ask you the same question.”

“Fuck you.”

“Don’t worry, I plan on fucking you later. At seven.”

“What part of “I don’t know if that’s going to work” are you missing here?”

“Make it happen.” Seto hung up. Yami wanted to scream. Scream. Seto and him had gotten into a fight on the way back to Yami’s house…the nerve of that arrogant asshole. Who the hell did he think he was? Yami turned his attentions to the three other teens in the room, his face going placid. Ryou, and Yugi both looked at Yami nervously.

Bakura’s smile was pure evil.

“Anything the matter, Yami?” Yugi asked, his eyebrows lifting.

“It’s fine. That was a girl I met at the library the other day. She came over and bothered me, saying she was a fan and had been following my career since you and I separated bodies, Aibou. I gave her my number to get her off my back. I see now that it was a mistake.”

“Maybe we should tell grandpa, we don’t want you to have a stalker.”

Bakura laughed at the concern in Yugi’s voice. Ryou began yelling at him mentally.

“It’ll be fine, Aibou. I don’t think she’ll be calling back.”

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Ryou and Bakura went home, Ryou going to get changed. Yugi and his grandfather were in the house for most of the afternoon. Seto slipped in and waited in the storage closet for close to an hour after arriving at seven. Ryou eventually came back over, him and Yugi going to watch a movie, Yugi’s grandfather taking a nap. After another half hour the customer number dwindled and Yami ran to see Seto.

Seto slammed Yami into the wall the second the door to the storage room closed.

Boxes flew onto the floor, as Seto released his erection. “How dare you make me wait, Pharaoh,” Seto hissed, already pulling Yami’s pants down around his ankles. There would be no foreplay, they had to do this quickly before Bakura slinked out into the night and caught Seto making his escape. Unless some kid walked into the game shop to make a purchase before that.

“Gods… oh…Ra…Seto,” Yami moaned. This was just about the sex; no time for anything… this was pure unbridled need they were fulfilling.

Seto didn’t bother to finish pulling down his pants. He licked his two fingers and inserted them into Yami.

“Hurry up, just do it… there isn’t any time…”

“Last time I didn’t prepare you you had to wear an ice pack on your ass for three hours.”

“Just do it… stop arguing with me… for once.” Seto sighed, the spirit was right… there wasn’t any time.

Seto threw some spit onto his hands and rubbed his hard-on with his warm saliva.

“I’m sorry, Baby…” He slid in, Yami gripping onto a nearby shelf to keep his balance. He winced then tried to force himself to not tense up…but it was hard…No matter how often they did this…Seto was still packing…and it still burned… “Come on, slut…open up for me…”

“Shut the fuck up, Seto, I’m not in the mood right now.”

“You were so loose last night, Slut…what happened? I thought slut’s were supposed to like dick up their tight little assholes.”

“Fuck you,” Yami screamed, his face growing as red as his eyes.

“Come on, Cum Slut, you can do better than this…”

“I swear to Ra, Seto… if you don’t…” Seto started moving, knowing his dirty talk would get Yami to relax while he adjusted to his size. “Oh fuck…more…Seto… more…shit…”

“There’s the whore I know… begging for it…”

“Harder…faster…”

“Just as I thought. Once a slut, always a slut. Take it…”

“Give me more…oh shit…deeper…Seto…fuck…it’s good…” Seto held Yami in place, Yami began beating off in time with Seto’s thrusts.

“When I tell you seven I mean seven. Not eight forty-five. Do you understand me?” Seto was back in his role as the dominant top.

“Oh, it’s really good…don’t stop…”

“I asked you a fucking question, Yami. A good little sex toy does as his master tells him. Doesn’t he?”

“Yes…shit…harder…”

“You want to be punished again, Yami. Because I can make it happen…”

“I’m close Seto…so close…please…”

“Don’t change the subject…” Yami pressed back, his ass walls tightening around Seto’s cock. “Oh, gods, Yami…shit…do that again,” Seto begged, momentarily slipping out of character. Yami did….Seto moaned. “Fuck…”

“I’m almost there…Seto…please…more…tell me how I should behave as your sex toy.”

“The next time I tell you seven, it’s seven…not a moment after, or you and the whip I just ordered are going to become real acquainted,” Seto answered, his voice deep and husky. Yami moaned. Gods, he could NEVER get enough of Seto. NEVER.

“Almost there…shit…please…Seto…”

“Almost there huh, just like a slut to like taking it in a public place. That how you get off? Wondering if some customer is going to open the door looking for some service? And instead he or she winds up catching you back here servicing me. The door’s not even locked. Anyone could walk right in here, and see just how much of a whore you really are…”

Yami came hard against his hand, Seto shuddering as Yami’s lush walls closed in around him. He came inside of him, leaning against the smaller teen as he released.

Yami was still panting. “That was good, Seto,” Yami thought, grabbing a newspaper off a shelf and using it to wipe himself clean. Seto was busy zipping up his pants.

“I’m glad you’re admitting to being a tramp, Yami.” Yami shot him a look but said nothing as he buttoned his leather pants.

“I need more, Seto,” Yami thought, giving Seto a look. He was still breathing a little hard.

“Shit, me too.”

“If you don’t leave right now, Bakura’s bound to come along and find you.”

“I know.”

“And Ryou, Yugi, and Yugi’s grandfather are home. So if we went upstairs, after I closed the shop, anyone could hear us.”

“Then I’ll just fuck you here. Close the shop, I’ll stay here, when things are settled, sneak back down here, and we’ll go again.”

“You’re not serious, Seto,” Yami asked, his look showing he was clearly exasperated.

“Just bring me some food. I’ll call Mokuba and tell him I’m staying late at the office tonight. He’s having friends over anyway, he won’t miss me.”

“Do you hear the two of us? This is really ridiculous. I feel like a coke addict or something, here. This can’t be healthy. Look at me, my body is bruised and battered, I’m letting you do unspeakable things to me two or three times a day. This is getting to be too much.”

“Can’t handle it, Pharaoh?” Seto asked, giving Yami a mocking look. They hadn’t been especially mean to each other just now, so the contempt they normally felt was right up at the surface. “If you want to call this off fine.”

“You know I can’t. The same way you can’t.” Yami sighed. “We’ll just have to wait until we burn each other out.”

“I have a bad feeling that’s not going to happen anytime soon.” They looked at each other, silently.

This was destructive, there was no glossing it over. He was lying to his Little One, he had Bakura acting like a hound of hell on his case. He was frazzled, he had lost weight, he was moody, and tired…and despite all of it…

He couldn’t get enough.

Author’s Endnotes: It is definitely possible to become addicted to sex. I’m a firm believer, although I’ve never suffered from it myself. Oh goodness…my my my… Yami still has to seek his revenge… which will be quite fun next chapter… as for Yugi and Ryou… their loving relationship is the ideal Yami knows he can never have and doesn’t really need from Seto… but what kind of example is he setting for his aibou when he’s so out of control? They’re only setting themselves up to get caught… Bakura’s kicking his snooping into high gear from now on… and… what the Hell was Bakura thinking in the kitchen… does he plan on blackmailing Yami once he figures out who the mystery man is? To Bakura it’s not a matter of it, but a question of when. So… review… maybe I’ll post another chapter sometime around the weekend, Friday…or Saturday… But for anyone who is just too anxious to be left completely hanging:



“Yami, I think we should talk,” Yugi decided, sitting on Yami’s bed. His feet dangled over the side as he studied his dark’s face. “You can’t keep this lifestyle up for too much longer. It’s destroying you. Take a break.”

“It’s not that simple, Aibou. I have…obligations.”

To this psycho boyfriend of yours, he’s no good for you, Yami, don’t you see… Poor Yami… this is eating away at him, and he’s too stubborn to see it…

“Little One, if it’ll make you feel better I won’t go to the library today. I’ll stay home and spend all day with you. We can stay up playing Duel Monsters if you like, like we used to? I’ll take it easy. I promise.”

Yugi smiled. “Okay, Yami. That would be great!”

Now all Yami had to do was break the news to Seto.