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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,596
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Malik waited impatiently for Ryoko to reappear. She wanted to put something
more comfortable than the stringy thing she had on. She finally appeared in a
light blue kimono. Attached to her belt were handcuffs and a whip. She took
Malik’s arm and they headed out into the night.
Ryoko hadn’t seen much of Domino, so Malik took her to the park. They sat and
held hands in the moonlight. Ryoko laid her head on Malik’s shoulder and
sighed. Malik was just starting to get comfortable with the situation when poof
she disappeared.
Malik sat up straight.
“Ryoko, Where did you go?” He heard a soft pop, and then the sharp crack of
the whip knocked him to the ground. He had barely picked himself up again when
it snapped again, sending a flaming pain across his back.
“Strip, NOW!” He heard her say. Malik looked around then began yanking his
clothes off. So, she wants to play dirty? Well two can play that game. He felt
his arms get yanked above his head. The cold click of steel seeped into his skin,
as he realized the handcuffs were once more adorning his wrists. This time he
didn’t struggle. Hell, I’ll let her have her fun, but when we get back to my place,
she’s in for some trouble! Ryoko turned to him and shook her head. A smile
played across her lips.
“You underestimate me, Malik. You think your puny powers will overcome me?
What do you have at home that will give me trouble?” Malik felt her touch his
mind. “Ah! Mind control? HA! You seriously think I will let you do that?”
Malik growled and lunged toward her. She vanished again into thin air. Malik
felt himself being lifted, and he floated through the air to a tree. Ryoko pulled up
his handcuffed arms and draped the short chain over a tree branch. Malik was
now helpless. Heced ced himself to be whipped or something, but what
happened next shocked him.
Ryoko began to kiss him, everywhere but on the lips. Her hands caressed him,
everywhere but where he needed attention most. He tried to growl, but the only
thing he could muster was a groan. She’s playing me. She gains my trust, then
attacks. She keeps much more of this up, and I wont have the strength to even
control myself. Ryoko looked into his eyes and smiled. She then released the
restraints. Malik expected to fall, but Ryoko caught him, and helped him land
lightly on his feet. He turned from her, for just a moment and felt the sting of the
whip land on his back.
“I don’t recall telling you that you could move.” She threw his clothes at him.
“Get dressed.”
Malik needed no more urging. He put his clothes on, cursing the fact that he was
in pain. When he was finished, Ryoko had the whip and handcuffs fastened to
her belt. He felt like an idiot, a horny idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. He held out
his arm and Ryoko linked hers in it and they walked to his place.
When they got there, Ryoko flopped down on the couch. Malik went to get a
bottle of wine, then hesitated. What did she like? He chose a bottle of a nice
blush wine he had, a fine white wine, and finally a bottle of Sake. When he
returned, he noticed that she had pulled off her kimono. She was now wearing a
short black nightgown. It didn’t hide anything from view. He held up the bottles
and she pointed to the white.
** Hours Later **
Malik cursed his choice of brining three bottles of wine to her. They had drank
two of them and left the Sake for later. She had him tied up again, and had made
him beg for things. The first was a bowl of strawberries. She ate one in front of
him. He licked his lips wanting to taste the strawberry. Then she took up
another one and held it just above his mouth. He leaned up to taste it, and she
jerked it out of reach.
“Give me one!”
A kiss. He rolled over, pinning Ryoko under him.
He drew his knee up between her legs, opening them. He drew back, ready to
enter when suddenly he noticed they were a few feet above the bed. Poof! She
disappeared again. Malik had to twist around to prevent himself from landing
facedown on the bed.±¦ & uß 9A Clearing the Table‡ ¹u PLAYING THE GAME
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Paul Hunter/Elijah Wood, insinuated Matthew Stevens/Dominic Monaghan.
DISCLAIMER: This is *fiction*, i.e. it’s not real. As far as I’m aware, Elijah and Dominic have never even met these guys, let alone anything else. It’s pure fantasy.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Yes, I know this is pretty far fetched, but hey – a bunny is a bunny! In case you’re wondering, Paul Hunter, Matthew Stevens, Mark Williams and Steve Davis are all snooker players.
Thanks have to go to Laura (my wonderfully mad email friend) for putting this picture in my head in the first place and for helping me to come up with some of the ideas.
As for *thoughts* - you know the drill!
PART THREE – CLEARING THE TABLE
A week later, Mark and Steve were stood on Paul’s doorstep, waiting to be let in. They didn’t know what to expect, but there had been no word that they weren’t to show up so they knew they had to find out what was going on.
Mark knocked at the door again before turning to Steve. “I’m telling you, if he doesn’t open the door soon, I’ll have to-”
“Hey guys!”
The two men looked up as an incredibly enthusiastic American accent greeted them. Elijah was stood in the hallway, looking a lot happier than he had done in previous weeks. Mark smiled back at the young actor. “Hey Elijah. We weren’t sure what was happening today, so…”
“Come in.” Elijah moved back so that the other two men could get into the house. “Paul should be down in a minute.”
Mark raised an eyebrow at this. “So…you talked then?”
Elijah nodded. “We’ve talked a lot this last week. It’s been nice.”
“It’s been good for you too, by the looks of things,” Steve remarked.
Elijah looked down, a little embarrassed. “Well…you know…”
“What’ve you said to him?”
As Paul’s voice cut into the conversation, Elijah turned to face him. “Hey Paul.”
“Alright Lij?” Paul playfully ruffled the other man’s hair. “What’ve you been telling them, eh?”
“Me? Nothing.” Elijah grinned. “Why, do you want me to?”
Mark shot a meaningful look at Paul. The blond Yorkshire man caught the Welshman’s eye and nodded slightly. Turning back to Elijah, he asked, “Why don’t you go and set the table up?”
“Okay. Hey, you know what would be fun? We should have a kind-of tournament thing.” Elijah shot an almost pleading look at his teacher. “Can we? Since there’s four of us…”
“Sounds good.” Paul couldn’t help but tenderly touch Elijah’s cheek. “You go and sort it out then.”
Elijah nodded and practically bounced into the living room. Mark turned to Paul. “So…it’s Lij now, is it?”
Paul shrugged. “Better than what I was calling him a few weeks ago.”
“I don’t doubt that.” Mark smiled. “So are you and he…?”
Paul smiled a little. “I’ll leave that for you to decide.”
Steve grinned. “Let’s see…cute nickname…complete change in demeanour as soon as you’re within touching distance…I’d say so.”
Mark turned to Steve. “Why don’t you go and see if Elijah needs a hand?”
Steve instantly got the hint and walked into the living room. Mark turned back to Paul. “Have you spoken to Matthew yet?”
Paul looked down. “Not yet. I keep wanting to, but my nerve goes.”
Mark sighed. “You know all you have to do is phone him. I guarantee he’ll be glad to know you don’t hate him.”
Paul glanced up. “I’ll do it later,” he promised. “Now, shall we start the lesson?”
~*PH*~~*EW*~
Elijah immediately looked up when he heard Paul walk in with Mark. Smiling widely, he said, “I think we’ve got everything sorted.”
Steve nodded. “We decided that since Elijah’s still the student, he should spend as much time on the table as possible.”
Paul nodded, his pass kiss. He rolled over, pinning Ryoko under him.
He drew his knee up between her legs, opening them. He drew back, ready to
enter when suddenly he noticed they were a few feet above the bed. Poof! She
disappeared again. Malik had to twist around to prevent himself from landing
facedown on the bed.
more comfortable than the stringy thing she had on. She finally appeared in a
light blue kimono. Attached to her belt were handcuffs and a whip. She took
Malik’s arm and they headed out into the night.
Ryoko hadn’t seen much of Domino, so Malik took her to the park. They sat and
held hands in the moonlight. Ryoko laid her head on Malik’s shoulder and
sighed. Malik was just starting to get comfortable with the situation when poof
she disappeared.
Malik sat up straight.
“Ryoko, Where did you go?” He heard a soft pop, and then the sharp crack of
the whip knocked him to the ground. He had barely picked himself up again when
it snapped again, sending a flaming pain across his back.
“Strip, NOW!” He heard her say. Malik looked around then began yanking his
clothes off. So, she wants to play dirty? Well two can play that game. He felt
his arms get yanked above his head. The cold click of steel seeped into his skin,
as he realized the handcuffs were once more adorning his wrists. This time he
didn’t struggle. Hell, I’ll let her have her fun, but when we get back to my place,
she’s in for some trouble! Ryoko turned to him and shook her head. A smile
played across her lips.
“You underestimate me, Malik. You think your puny powers will overcome me?
What do you have at home that will give me trouble?” Malik felt her touch his
mind. “Ah! Mind control? HA! You seriously think I will let you do that?”
Malik growled and lunged toward her. She vanished again into thin air. Malik
felt himself being lifted, and he floated through the air to a tree. Ryoko pulled up
his handcuffed arms and draped the short chain over a tree branch. Malik was
now helpless. Heced ced himself to be whipped or something, but what
happened next shocked him.
Ryoko began to kiss him, everywhere but on the lips. Her hands caressed him,
everywhere but where he needed attention most. He tried to growl, but the only
thing he could muster was a groan. She’s playing me. She gains my trust, then
attacks. She keeps much more of this up, and I wont have the strength to even
control myself. Ryoko looked into his eyes and smiled. She then released the
restraints. Malik expected to fall, but Ryoko caught him, and helped him land
lightly on his feet. He turned from her, for just a moment and felt the sting of the
whip land on his back.
“I don’t recall telling you that you could move.” She threw his clothes at him.
“Get dressed.”
Malik needed no more urging. He put his clothes on, cursing the fact that he was
in pain. When he was finished, Ryoko had the whip and handcuffs fastened to
her belt. He felt like an idiot, a horny idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. He held out
his arm and Ryoko linked hers in it and they walked to his place.
When they got there, Ryoko flopped down on the couch. Malik went to get a
bottle of wine, then hesitated. What did she like? He chose a bottle of a nice
blush wine he had, a fine white wine, and finally a bottle of Sake. When he
returned, he noticed that she had pulled off her kimono. She was now wearing a
short black nightgown. It didn’t hide anything from view. He held up the bottles
and she pointed to the white.
** Hours Later **
Malik cursed his choice of brining three bottles of wine to her. They had drank
two of them and left the Sake for later. She had him tied up again, and had made
him beg for things. The first was a bowl of strawberries. She ate one in front of
him. He licked his lips wanting to taste the strawberry. Then she took up
another one and held it just above his mouth. He leaned up to taste it, and she
jerked it out of reach.
“Give me one!”
A kiss. He rolled over, pinning Ryoko under him.
He drew his knee up between her legs, opening them. He drew back, ready to
enter when suddenly he noticed they were a few feet above the bed. Poof! She
disappeared again. Malik had to twist around to prevent himself from landing
facedown on the bed.±¦ & uß 9A Clearing the Table‡ ¹u PLAYING THE GAME
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Paul Hunter/Elijah Wood, insinuated Matthew Stevens/Dominic Monaghan.
DISCLAIMER: This is *fiction*, i.e. it’s not real. As far as I’m aware, Elijah and Dominic have never even met these guys, let alone anything else. It’s pure fantasy.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Yes, I know this is pretty far fetched, but hey – a bunny is a bunny! In case you’re wondering, Paul Hunter, Matthew Stevens, Mark Williams and Steve Davis are all snooker players.
Thanks have to go to Laura (my wonderfully mad email friend) for putting this picture in my head in the first place and for helping me to come up with some of the ideas.
As for *thoughts* - you know the drill!
PART THREE – CLEARING THE TABLE
A week later, Mark and Steve were stood on Paul’s doorstep, waiting to be let in. They didn’t know what to expect, but there had been no word that they weren’t to show up so they knew they had to find out what was going on.
Mark knocked at the door again before turning to Steve. “I’m telling you, if he doesn’t open the door soon, I’ll have to-”
“Hey guys!”
The two men looked up as an incredibly enthusiastic American accent greeted them. Elijah was stood in the hallway, looking a lot happier than he had done in previous weeks. Mark smiled back at the young actor. “Hey Elijah. We weren’t sure what was happening today, so…”
“Come in.” Elijah moved back so that the other two men could get into the house. “Paul should be down in a minute.”
Mark raised an eyebrow at this. “So…you talked then?”
Elijah nodded. “We’ve talked a lot this last week. It’s been nice.”
“It’s been good for you too, by the looks of things,” Steve remarked.
Elijah looked down, a little embarrassed. “Well…you know…”
“What’ve you said to him?”
As Paul’s voice cut into the conversation, Elijah turned to face him. “Hey Paul.”
“Alright Lij?” Paul playfully ruffled the other man’s hair. “What’ve you been telling them, eh?”
“Me? Nothing.” Elijah grinned. “Why, do you want me to?”
Mark shot a meaningful look at Paul. The blond Yorkshire man caught the Welshman’s eye and nodded slightly. Turning back to Elijah, he asked, “Why don’t you go and set the table up?”
“Okay. Hey, you know what would be fun? We should have a kind-of tournament thing.” Elijah shot an almost pleading look at his teacher. “Can we? Since there’s four of us…”
“Sounds good.” Paul couldn’t help but tenderly touch Elijah’s cheek. “You go and sort it out then.”
Elijah nodded and practically bounced into the living room. Mark turned to Paul. “So…it’s Lij now, is it?”
Paul shrugged. “Better than what I was calling him a few weeks ago.”
“I don’t doubt that.” Mark smiled. “So are you and he…?”
Paul smiled a little. “I’ll leave that for you to decide.”
Steve grinned. “Let’s see…cute nickname…complete change in demeanour as soon as you’re within touching distance…I’d say so.”
Mark turned to Steve. “Why don’t you go and see if Elijah needs a hand?”
Steve instantly got the hint and walked into the living room. Mark turned back to Paul. “Have you spoken to Matthew yet?”
Paul looked down. “Not yet. I keep wanting to, but my nerve goes.”
Mark sighed. “You know all you have to do is phone him. I guarantee he’ll be glad to know you don’t hate him.”
Paul glanced up. “I’ll do it later,” he promised. “Now, shall we start the lesson?”
~*PH*~~*EW*~
Elijah immediately looked up when he heard Paul walk in with Mark. Smiling widely, he said, “I think we’ve got everything sorted.”
Steve nodded. “We decided that since Elijah’s still the student, he should spend as much time on the table as possible.”
Paul nodded, his pass kiss. He rolled over, pinning Ryoko under him.
He drew his knee up between her legs, opening them. He drew back, ready to
enter when suddenly he noticed they were a few feet above the bed. Poof! She
disappeared again. Malik had to twist around to prevent himself from landing
facedown on the bed.