Hoomerous Hentai!

“Hoomerous Hentai” Ch. 2.
A/N: The following is a dream sequence? Whose dream? It could be anyone’s! ^_~

"Yami?!" Yugi blurted instantly, at the sight of Yami entering the room dressed in a suit, with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses seated low on his nose.
Yami looked at him blankly, and then consulted the roll sheet in his hand. "Motou Yugi?" He asked pleasantly. Yugi could only stare as Yami took his place behind the podium in the front of the room and began calling off the role.
"What is going on?" Kizuna hissed at Yugi from her seat next to his. Yugi could only shrug. Kizuna growled lightly. "This is crazy-"
"Komori Kizuna," Yami said sternly. "Come to the front of the room. Now."
Kizuna glanced at Yugi, who shrugged again. She rose slowly from her seat and walked to the front of the room.
"Face the class," Yami said. Kizuna turned slowly to face her classmates, noticing that only about half the class was present today.
"Take off your shirt," Yami said.
Kizuna started. "Excuse me?"
Yami eyed her over the wire rims of his glasses. "Are you being insubordinate? You heard me."
Kizuna's hands went slowly to her blouse. She undid a few buttons before her hands faltered.
"Keep going," Yami said in a soft, coaxing voice. There was an underlying hunger in his tone; a hunger that excited Kizuna. She found herself undoing the buttons fast and shedding her blouse in record time.
A hand went up amongst the students, still sitting in their desks, watching.
Yami consulted his role sheet. "Honda Hiroto?" He called.
Honda cleared his throat. "Is this going to be on the test?" Several students snickered.
Yami grinned. "Why don't you just pay attention. You might learn something." He turned back to Kizuna. "Now your skirt."
Kizuna's hands had gone for her skirt zipper but before she could get it down, Yugi had risen from his seat.
"No!" He called. "Yami, what are you doing? Don't embarrass her."
Yami fixed Yugi with an even gaze. "Motou Yugi," he said cooly. "Please join Komori here at the front of the room."
Yugi swallowed nervously and stayed where he was. Yami beckoned him again. He came forward slowly.
"That's right," Yami said. "Listen to the teacher." When Yugi had reached the f of of the room, Yami picked up a ruler from the podium and strode easily toward him. "Now, Motou," he said sternly. "I think you need to learn that we don't speak out of turn in my classroom."
Yami grabbed Yugi's arm and dragged him towards a desk in the front row.
"Yami!" Yugi cried. "What are you doing?"
Yami bent Yugi over the desk, a desk belonging to a white haired boy Yugi knew to be Ryou Bakura, who had gone wide eyed at the scene but was watching intently nonetheless. Yami pinned Yugi with one elbow, his other hand coming around and undoing Yugi's belt buckle. Yugi struggled half-heartedly, but a deeper, more primal side of him was aroused by this rough treatment. Yami unzipped his pants and then tore the back of them down roughly.
"We don't speak out of turn in this class," he repeated, raising the ruler. "Right Yugi?" He brought the ruler down hard, a sound the echoed in the room, and Yugi cried out, his body bucking under Yami.
Yami raised the ruler again, brought it down harder. "Right Yugi?" He said firmly. Yugi did not reply, and so Yami smacked the ruler down on him again.
"Right!" Yugi finally managed to choke.
"Right what?" Yami brought the ruler down another time.
"We don't speak out of turn in your class!" Yugi cried.
"Good," Yami said, letting Yugi raise off the desk. "Now go stand by Komori."
Yugi sulked over to Kizuna, hitching up his pants as he went. Kizuna was snickering uncontrollably.
"Shut up," Yugi said bitterly.
Kizuna grew silent. "Yugi," she said very seriously. "Watching Yami spank you like that made me so hot."
A stunned silence fell in the classroom as all eyes turned quizzically to Kizuna. Yugi stared at her, startled. Yami grinned, looking at Yugi, Kizuna, then the class and back again.
Abruptly, Kizuna ripped off her skirt. "Take me, you sexy man-boy!" She cried, tackling Yugi. The class erupted in surprised chatter as the two hit the floor.
Kizuna ripped Yugi's shirt open and was going for his pants when Yami grabbed her arm and dragged her off Yugi.
"Oh my... Komori, we do not do things like that in my class." He picked Yugi up off the ground and then pushed him over to the podium, bending him over it. "This is what we do in my class," he said, his hand going for his fly.
Kizuna smacked Yami upside the head. "No fair!" She said. "I got to him first!"
Yami shoYugiYugi aside and grabbed Kizuna, picking her up and placing her on the podium. "Fine," he said. "I'll do you first."
Kizuna slapped him across the face. "Do me second! I want Yugi first!"
Jounouchi Katsuya spoke from near the back of the room. "And people in hell want ice water!" He called. "Will someone just fuck already?"
Yami stepped back from the podium, causing Kizuna to slip off it and fall to the ground with a shriek. He strode towards the back of the room and lifted Jou out of his seat by his collar.
"You want someone to just fuck already, hm?" He tore Jou's pants open and pulled them down and then threw Jou onto the desk in front of his.
"Seto Kaiba," Yami said to the boy whose desk Jou was now splayed across. "Will you please fuck Jou? He really needs it."
"Agh!" was all Jou had time to yell before Seto was out of his chair and behind him, undoing his fly.
Yami grinned and watched the two briefly as Seto began giving it to Jou hard. Jou began screaming Seto's name like a girl.
In the front of the room, Yugi offered his hand to Kizuna, to help her off the ground, but instead she pulled him down with her.
"Quick!" She whispered fiercely. "Fuck me now before Yami comes back!"
"Too late!" Yami said cheerfully above them.
"Damnit!" Kizuna said, standing up quickly. Over Yami's shoulder, she spotted Seto pounding away into Jou and for a moment she could only stare, open-mouthed. When she recovered, Yami had flipped Yugi over onto his back and was pulling down his pants. Kizuna tackled him and they rolled across the floor. Kizuna ended up on top with a triumphant "Ha!" Yami smiled widely at her and grabbed her hips, moving her into position. She socked him in the nose.
"I'm not going to tell you again!" She screamed. "Second!"
She scrambled to her feet. Yugi was sitting up on the floor, watching Seto and Jou with a shocked expression. Kizuna walked up and straddled him, her hands going to pull his pants down.
"Yugi!" She groaned. "You haven't even got it up!"
Yugi blushed. "Sorry!" He said. "It's been a little wild around here!"
Yami gripped Yugi under the arms and hoisted him to his feet. "I know what to do!" He said, proud of himself as he led Yugi towards Ryou Bakura's desk. Yami bent Yugi over it, pushing Yugi's head close to Ryou's.
"My ass is sore!" Yugi said desperately. "Don't spank me again!"
Yami snickered. "I'm not going to. I'm just going to let you tell Ryou about one of your favorite things to do when you get bored in class."
Yugi blanched. "No, Yami, don't make me tell him," he pleaded.
Yami smacked Yugi on the backside. "Tell him!"
Yugi fixed his gaze on the edge of the desk. "I think when I get bored in class..." He said slowly. "I fantasize about you, Ryou." His white face had gone very red.
Ryou did not speak for a moment. "I do that too," he said helpfully. "I fantasize about Honda!"
Yugi's face fell. Yami shook his head.
"Well, live out one of your fantasies, anyway, Yugi. Go ahead and kiss him."
"Hey-" Ryou began, but before he could finish Yugi had pressed his lips to Ryou's. Ryou's eyes went wide, but Yami's hand had gone to the back of his head and was gripping his white hair firmly so he could not pull away.
"Don't disappoint him, Ryou," Yami said. "Let's see some tongue."
Ryou opened his mouth tentatively and Yugi dove in. Kizuna came around behind Yugi, sliding her hands down his back and around to his stomach, and then down the front of his pants. She squealed in excitement.
"You've forced yourself on him enough," she said merrily, dragging Yugi back from Ryou. "Now fuck me!"
Yami patted Ryou on the head. "Good boy."
Kizuna whirled Yugi around to face her and pressed her lips hungrily to his. Yugi was wishing that he was still kissing Ryou, but Kizuna's attentions soon made him feel that she was quite good enough. He shortly found himself on the ground with her.
While Kizuna and Yugi were occupied with trying to remove the remainder of each other's clothes while kissing, Yami spared a glance at Honda, sitting two seats back from Ryou. His hand was down the front of his unbuckled pants. Yami snickered.
"Don't look now, Ryou," Yami said. "But Honda apparently is aroused by you as well."
Ryou turned around so fast his hair whipped Yami's arm. Ryou instantly caught what Honda was up to, despite his attempt to pull his jacket into his lap. He rose out of seat, walked slowly toward Honda.
"Take me!" He blurted, throwing himself into Honda's arms. Honda was only too happy to oblige.
Meanwhile, Seto and Jou had moved to a new position and were still going strong. Yami could not understand how Jou could scream that much for so long without going hoarse.
In the front of the room, Kizuna, now stripped down to nothing but her knee-high socks and Mary-Janes, was straddling Yugi, likewise stripped down to his stay-ups and Mary-Janes. (Okay, maybe not. XD) She lowered herself onto him, throwing back her head and letting out a cry of sheer ecstasy as she did so. Yami shook his head and approached the two of them.
"Ha!" Kizuna laughed triumphantly as she began riding Yugi like a pony. Yami grabbed a handful of her lavender hair and turned her head to the side.
"Let's put that wide open mouth of yours to good use," he said with a grin, unzipping his pants. Kizuna smirked at him but took his "man-glory" (XD) into her mouth with surprising alacrity. Yami gritted his teeth as Kizuna's motions on Yugi affected the way her mouth moved on him.
The classroom had degenerated into an orgy: Seto was still nailing Jou, currently on the desk of another student; Honda and Ryou were moving together gently on the floor, and of course, there was the spectacle in front of the podium. Only a few students remained in their desks, focusing on one or all of the three events. One girl was snapping pictures like a crazy w. A. Anzu had long since fled the room in tears.
A piercing shriek rent the air and everyone froze in mid-action, turning towards the source of the sound. It was Ryou, in Honda's lap on the floor between two of the desk aisles. Honda appeared startled, and Ryou had apparently been a virgin. Someone laughed loudly and then everyone got back to business.
Kizuna had one arm slung around Yami's waist and her other hand flattened on Yugi's chest, supporting herself. Yugi's hands were gripping Kizuna's hips tightly and Yami's hands were wrapped in her hair. Yugi was moaning and writhing like a little girl. It was not long before he cried out and his fingernails dug into Kizuna's skin. She drew away from Yami and moaned with Yugi as he shuddered briefly and then relaxed. Kizuna collapsed onto his chest as Yami sat down on the ground next to the two of them. Yugi and Kizuna were taking deep, gasping breaths, recovering, but Yami was not even winded. He gave Kizuna a few moments before reaching over and lifting her off Yugi.
"My turn!" He said gleefully.
He brought Kizuna into his lap and, holding her by the hips, brought her down fully onto him in one quick motion. She cried out, her back arching so her hands could go to the floor to support her.
Yugi sat up slowly, watching Yami and Kizuna. For a few moments, he merely watched, and then he moved toward them, coming up behind Kizuna. He reached around and put his hands over her breasts before biting gently at her shoulder.
"Yugi?" She gasped, turning her head towards him. "What's gotten into you?"
"I don't know," he murmured against neckneck. He lifted his head and looked into Yami's eyes. "Hurry up, Yami. I want her again."
Yami snorted. "Hurry up?" He said, obviously offended, but not slowing his rhythm. He had to speak up over Kizuna's moans. "Hurry up?! Yugi, I have boundless sexual energy; the word 'hurry' is not in my sexual vocabulary!"
Yugi rolled his eyes and put a hand on Kizuna's cheek, turning her head towards him again so he could press his mouth to hers. Their lips somehow never even met, and Yami had a very clear view of the tongue wars. He watched this for a moment, and then leaned forward, intent on getting some of the action. He pressed his tongue into the fray, and Yugi and Kizuna both turned their heads a bit towards him, allowing him in.
"That's the weirdest thing I've ever seen," a girl in the front row said.
The girl who had been so shutter-happy cackled. "That's great!" She said, snapping a few pictures.
Indeed, 'hurry' did not seem to be within Yami's sexual scope, and Yugi began to get bored after the kiss ended and all he could do was watch Yami fuck Kizuna senseless.
"Yami," he said again. "Hurry up."
He groaned, but quickened his pace enough that after a few more minutes, he came with a moan.
"Finally!" Yugi said, relieved. Kizuna leaned towards Yami and kissed him.
"That was the longest anyone has ever lasted with me," she purred.
Yami scoffed. "You've got no basis for comparison," he said. "You've only fucked Yugi, and we all know he's a minute man-boy."
Yugi blushed. "That's not true!"
Yami grabbed Yugi around the waist and brought him into his lap. "Oh?" He said suggestively. "You want to prove that?"
Before Yugi could answer, Yami pressed his lips to his and slid his other hand down Yugi's stomach. Kizuna grinned and watched the two of them.

Will Yugi prove that he is, in fact, not a minute man-boy? Or will he only last 25 seconds? Find out in Ch. 3! XD