Rivals With Benefits

First Things First: Once again, lovely reviews. Lovely reviews keep me a happy girl! (21 years old and I’m calling myself a girl…hum….) Anyway, I know where I want this story to go… I just don’t know how many chapters it’s going to take to get there. CVE, don’t doubt you’re writing skills, your Yami/Seto stories are some of the hottest I’ve read on this site. And I’m not just saying that! And let me just say, Dirty D… We might have known each other in a past life, because I SO thought of using What’s Your Fantasy by Luda for a chapter title… and Push It by Garbage is one of my favorite songs of all time. Haha… If anyone has any other chapter title ideas… I’m more than willing to put them into consideration, although I have a funny feeling like Momma Cat you’ll probably name something I already thought of… hehehe. But hey, you never know! Speaking of songs, this chapter’s title comes from one of my favorite pop songs of all time, Jordan Knight’s single, Give It To You and the lyrics are from Madonna’s single, Erotica. Which is probably one of the biggest inspirational songs for this story… this chapter especially… And I had to include N.E.R.D’s single, Lapdance. I’ll try to post another chapter as soon as possible. My exam is getting closer… so we’ll see how my studying interferes. Thank you again for the reviews, and please continue to review. They truly mean a world to me. ^_^

Disclaimer: By now you must realize that I own no Yugiohs or songs or lyrics… if that changes, you’ll be the first to be notified. And watch out for the lemony content…


Chapter 3: Give It To You

Only the one that hurts you can make you feel better
Only the one that inflicts pain can take it away
~ Erotica
Madonna


If it didn’t happen every single day Seto would be concerned about it, but he had gotten used to waking up with an erection and taking care of it in the shower. Of course that only applied to mornings Yami wasn’t sleeping in his bed to take care of his early morning difficulty himself. Things between Yami and him had definitely gotten completely out of control. But there was nothing he could do about that. He wasn’t breaking it off. He’d just have to learn to deal with it somehow.

The entire debacle was more than either of them could handle.

Seto didn’t want to mention it to the spirit, but he had noticed that Yami had been losing weight, and Mokuba was wondering why it was Seto was suddenly working late nearly every night. Soon Mokuba would start lamenting to Yugi and once that happened it was all over for them, unless of course Bakura cracked the case first. Seto had already made arrangements to bribe the Spirit of the Ring if it came down to it, but he was trying to prevent things from going there in the first place.

Seto was trying to be rational about the situation. Rationally, it made since to end this now, lest they get caught with their pants down somewhere down the road. He had spent the night sleeping in the game shop for crap’s sake. If that wasn’t a sign to get out, what was. But he couldn’t. He honestly, couldn’t. And he knew Yami was suffering from the same problem.

Yami had suggested they consult a sex therapist. Seto had laughed at that. A sex therapist? Like they could afford for anyone to find out that the CEO of Kaiba Corp couldn’t keep it in his pants. Confidentiality his ass, why wouldn’t someone leak the information to the tabloids? If not the therapist then probably a receptionist or another patient, or something. They were barely being discrete now…he could only imagine what the consequences of divulging such information would be.

Besides, it was really nobody else’s business.

One of them was going to get sick of it. The running around, the ducking into shadowy corners. The constant lying to loved ones. And that someone was probably going to be Yami. He had more to worry about than Seto did. Yami and Yugi were closer than Mokuba and him could ever be, Hell they had shared a body, and even now they shared a mind link. Yami would slip up, or he would crack. It was inevitable. He had seen him do some amazing things under pressure. But this was different. Eventually, the fire that drew Seto to Yami was going to go out, and after that, this tryst was going to come to a dramatic end.

Seto hated to admit it, but fuck, he was worried about his lover. Even if on a superficial level. The pharaoh had always established that he was used to taking care of himself. He had his occult nonsense to help him… all that heart of the cards, friendship shit that Seto never had time for. Yami just wasn’t pragmatic, and he was a lot more emotion driven than he probably cared to realize. Seto was beginning to pick up on the subtle things now… and he knew that Yami was having trouble dealing with the sex. It waarinaring him apart inside. And Seto could do nothing to help him.

He had to smirk. He wanted to help Yami? He supposed that Yami had done a lot for him in the last several weeks. Sexually at least. And of course there had been various run-ins with common enemies where Yami had “been there” for him. This was really ridiculous… why the Hell couldn’t this just end? Why were theying ing to get caught… why were they getting sloppy?

Scratches in visible areas, hickeys, bruises… Yami’s wrists looked like he had been made to wear cast iron bracelets for months. And Seto was equally as scarred. Yami had left quite the love mark on his neck from their late night sex session in the storage closet. Seto was feeling giving, and had allowed Yami to take him. Twice. And Yami had more than made up for the night before when Seto had taken him covered in ice cream. He figured he’d have to give in a little, just in case Yami had plans to exact some kind of revenge on him.

But Yami wasn’t going to get an opportunity. Whatever vengeance the pharaoh was seeking wasn’t going to be acted out this weekend. Seto was going to be on his toes.

That was the other big problem. Why couldn’t they just have sex? A simple roll in the hay. No, there had to be chains and leather and name calling…Gods the name calling… Yami’s favorite name for Seto was “Bitch” whether or not Yami was on top or on bottom, dominating or submitting. At least Seto had the courtesy of calling Yami “Baby”. He didn’t know why, but the fact that Yami never used pet names on him was ticking him off. Why, he didn’t know.

Granted Seto called Yami “Cum Slut” and of course there were constant references to Yami being Seto’s personal whore. And he did like Yami using his first name. In fact, Yami rarely slipped into that antagonizing Kaiba shit nowadays, even during a fight.

Which led to yet another thing to analyze. The fighting. All the time, about anything. Right after the cuddling. Yami’s eyes would grow dark and he’d make threats. Seto was pretty sure Yami truly hated him. The dislike he had felt for him before had to have turned into pure hate. And Seto felt the same way, most of the time.

During the sex he wasn’t sure how he felt about Yami… he just needed him.

After the sex he loved him. Truly loved him. He needed to care for him, he worried about him.

And after the loving… the hate seeped in. Seto could find half a million reasons why he hated him.

There was something seriously wrong with this. This wasn’t normal. There had to be an underlying cause. And the more they saw each other the worse things were becoming. They were feeding off each other… exploiting each other. Digging at each other’s weaknesses. And hurting each other. Physically and emotionally.

Pain was the number one driving force. How many nights had Seto forced Yami to stay tied to some kind of furniture while he made him beg to come? How many times had Yami forced himself into Seto and then made Seto tell him about the pain? Fuck. This needed some kind of resolution. Or explanation. He couldn’t ignore it anymore…this was seriously wrong. On a lot of different levels.

Anytime the sex started off “normal” one of them had to start something. Seto had to call Yami a slut. Yami had to retaliate by biting a shoulder until blood was drawn. Maybe they had to sit down and discuss this. Seto had bruises everywhere, a half a dozen bandages… This was going to have to be dealt with. This wasn’t going to continue.

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Yugi sighed. Yami had spent all morning sleeping, not even wanting to get up to watch cartoons with Ryou and him the way he did every Saturday. Eventually Ryou went home to make sure Bakura hadn’t burned down his house. Yugi’s boyfriend promised he’d call once he got the scoop from his dark. Hopefully Bakura had figured something out and was closer to solving the mystery.

Yugi hated sneaking around like this, but Yami wasn’t giving him much of a choice. What was he supposed to do? When it got to be past one in the afternougi ugi decided he was getting Yami up. He walked into his room and shook him until his yami was awake.

The look on Yami’s face furthered his suspicions that he had seen his boyfriend last night. He had to have snuck back out of the house after coming inside from closing the game shop.

“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.

Yugi studied Yami’s face. He was obviously thinking about his boyfriend. Yugi was tempted to call Yami on it. But quickly changed his mind. Yami was such a mess right now, he didn’t want to upset him.

“I know you’re concerned about me, Little One.”

“Understatement of the year.” They exchanged looks, crimson and violet clashing. “Please, just talk to me, Yami. I can help you, like you’ve always help me. But you’ve been pushing me away.”

“I wish you could help me, Aibou. But this is something that I have to deal with alone.”

“Bullshit. There’s nothing in the world that you’d ever have to deal with alone. You told me that we were so lucky because we had each other. That we’d always be able to be there for one another. But I guess that means nothing to you. I tell you everything. You know all my secrets, but our bond obviously means more to me than it does to you.” Yugi stood up from the bed abruptly.

If he doesn’t want to tell me, so be it. I give up. I’m not going to care about him anymore.

“Aibou, please. Yugi.” Yami was forcing himself out of bed, a sharp pain shooting up his spine. Yugi looked at him carefully.

“Just tell me the truth. Please.”

“I want to, but…so much is at stake, Little One.”

“So much has been at stake a million times before this. You’re telling me that you can share your worries about our friends, about the fate of the world with me, but that you can’t tell me why your life is spinning out of control? Yami, these half-cocked explanations aren’t going to cut it anymore. Even grandpa is wondering about you. All I want to do is help you. When did you stop trusting me, Yami?”

Yami met his aibou’s eyes. Yugi frowned. Yami was so hurt. So upset. He was dying inside.

“Please, Yami,” Yugi asked, mentally.

He didn’t wto lto lie anymore, but damn it, he didn’t think Yugi would understand that this was only a sex thing. “I’ve been seeing someone, Little One.”

“I know about that, Yami, it’s obvious you’re not going to the library every day. All I want to know is what he’s doing to you.”

“Nothing I don’t want. On some level. I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt, but it’s almost too much. Our personalities overpower each other, and it becomes a bit of a problem.”

“Why do you look like he’s been slapping you around?”

“It’s part of the…the sex, Aibou.”

“Yousuppsupposed to wind up unable to stand after sex, Yami?”

“It…it depends, Little One.” This conversation was getting more uncomfortable by the moment. “I don’t think when you and Ryou become intimate it would be appropriate to let things go that far.”

“You mean more intimate. It’s not like Ryou and I don’t do anything. We just don’t fuck yet.” Yami blushed a little, a little startled Yugi was in the mood to be so blunt. “If it were up to Bakura I think Ryou would have taken me on our first date.”

“Well, I guess we’re lucky that it is not up to the Tomb Robber then.”

“I think Ryou’s scared. Sometimes I just want to tell him to just whip it out so we can do it, you know.”

Yami swallowed.

The conversation’s comfort level was now at the unbearable stage.

“Since you’ve been out with this mystery guy and I haven’t seen you as much I’ve had to ask Bakura about sex. And he’s been giving me some weird answers. Like yesterday, it got brought up in the conversation and he told me that I needed to pull down my pants for his hikari and give him some already. Like it’s my fault Ryou’s moving slower than a slug. I’ve tried seducing him but it hasn’t been working. Maybe you could give me some pointers, you’re obviously in control of your sexuality.”

Yami was pretty sure he had now invented a new color of red.

“Aibou,” Yami began, his throat completely dry, “I don’t want you to ever think you can’t come to me with your questions. I much rather you ask me about sex than that maniac of a yami Ryou has. Ryou is just as innocent as you are when it comes to certain things, and a lot more shy. I’m sure things will happen once the time is right.”

“But what if I’m tired of waiting?”

“I don’t think seducing Ryou would be the right way to go, Little One.” Yugi pouted. Yami was scrambling here, but he didn’t show it. “Perhaps you can have a mature conversation with him. How did things happen when you guys decided to…er…experiment, before?”

“I initiated it. I asked him if he wanted a blowjob.”

He was NOT having this conversation with Yugi. This had to be some sick nightmare.

“Well, maybe you could try being a little more subtle. Tell him how much you like doing sexual things with him, and that you’d be willing to want to try more, if he was up for it.” Yugi giggled. “That was probably not worded well.”

“No, it really wasn’t.” Yugi was smiling at him, a facial expression that had been rare since the sex thing with Seto had begun. “I think Ryou’s afraid of his size.”

He was already as uncomfortable as a human being could possibly get, at this point he was just stoking the fire.

“Why would you think Ryou was worried about his size? I’m sure Ryou’s proportional to his height. And even if he were a little smaller than average it’s much more important that he…”

“No, Yami, you’ve got it all backwards. He thinks it’s too big.”

That was it, Yami wasn’t sure which God he had pissed off but he was pretty sure this was some kind of punishment.

“Ryou’s afraid that he’ll hurt me. The last time I brought it up he was telling me that he figured I was too small for him.”

“Well, at least you’re talking about sex.”

“We don’t talk about it. I meant “brought it up”, literally. We were fooling around last night.”

That was it, Yami could take no more. This was torture. Pure and simple. Why couldn’t Yugi ask one of their other sexually active friends about this? Most of them were gay, and they all had sex with each other. Ra… this was too much.

“Little One, not to deter you from speaking to me candidly about your issues with Ryou, but I have to ask you, why is this suddenly coming up now?”

Yugi giggled. Yami sighed, and flopped back on his bed. Yami gave Yugi a look and he got himself under control. “I guess I just like asking you about things. And I was hoping if I showed you that I was willing to open up to you, you’d be more willing to open up to me.”

Yami nodded, understanding.

“Aibou, I wish I could tell you more. But I can’t tell you who it is right now. It’s not safe. If anyone finds out things can get very bad for him. And to be honest, I don’t think you’d be happy with me if I told you who it is.”

“I trust your judgment, Yami. I’m sure whoever it is loves you very much.”

“Love is a funny emotion, Aibou. It’s not always as simple as love. You and Ryou are very lucky that love dominates your relationship. That is why I’m sure that once you and Ryou talk about what each of you want things will go well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. And if Ryou’s really worried he’s going to hurt you perhaps he could bottom to you at first.” I do not believe I’m saying this to him. “In any case, you guys have something that many people can only long for. People rely too much on sex in relationships anyway.”

“You think so, Yami?”

“Yes. There is so much more to life than sex. So many people don’t learn that lesson until it’s too late. I don’t get it.”

“I don’t get it either, Yami.” Yugi giggled, obviously enjoying his bad pun. It was too late, Bakura had corrupted Yugi’s sweet little mind. If Bakura weren’t trying to figure out who he was sleeping with he’d give him a piece of his mind.

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“Seto, I’m leaving now, my friends are here.” Seto nodded and allowed his younger brother to give him a kiss on the cheek on his way out the door. Seto was just thankful Mokuba was so popular. He always had some place to go on the weekends, or had company. And even more fortunate for Seto, Mokuba had been drawn to the kids in his class that came from the most affluent families in the area. Seto wasn’t sure what exactly they did, play with each other’s fancy toys or brag about luxurious vacation houses. Every time the CEO asked what it was that he and his friends did Mokuba’s generic answer of “stuff” surfaced.

As far as Seto could tell Mokuba’s friends were about as uninterested about who their fathers and mothers were as Mokuba was. Which was good, because the last thing Seto needed was a snob in the family. Mokuba knew what hard times were, they had spent those two grueling years in the orphanage, and Seto didn’t have to bring up the issue of their step father for Mokuba to remember how fortunate they were. Even though his friends didn’t have quite the same experience at least half of them were “new money” meaning they had been use to living in a condo before their parents made it big with some invention or struck it rich in the stock market.

Why the Hell am I thinking about this.

Anything to keep his mind off the fact that tonight, he was going to be all by himself. Yami had called and said that Yugi and him needed to play catch up. What the Hell was that supposed to mean? Seto and Yami had had contact every day for the past week and a half. His body needed the contact. And no matter how much Seto tried throwing himself into his work, he couldn’t. Damn it, he needed to be inside of Yami now.

His cell phone rang. He checked the name. Oh gods, it was Yami. Seto prayed to any heavenly father, son, Holy Spirit, deity, god or goddess that could be watching this unfold for some kind of absolution…if this was a tease he was going to lose it. “Hello,” Seto asked, easily slipping into his uninterested routine.

He was anything but uninterested.

“Hey, Sexy.” Oh GODS. “Sexy?” He was calling him “Sexy”. In that voice. That fucking voice. That was Seto’s favorite part… no, maybe it was the ass… Yami had an ass you could eat breakfast off of… or maybe, maybe it was that wild untamed hair or… “You there, Seto?”

“Yes.” Seto swallowed a moan. Just thinking about the possibility that Yami would be able to meet was enough to get his penis bulging.

“Yugi’s plans have changed. Apparently, Bakura’s gone to the Shadow Realm for an extended period so Ryou’s going to have the house to himself tonight. And Yugi wanted to go over there so we have a rain check for our dueling. But if you’ve already made new plans then we could just…”

“Your place or mine?”

Yami smiled. Things were going to go quite well tonight. He could tell already. “Well, grandpa isn’t home anymore, he’s gone to visit relatives in the city and won’t be home until morning. Is your staff at your place?”

“Yes. And I don’t like doing things here. Their confidentiality contracts will mean nothing to them if the right reporter comes along with enough money. I’ll be there in half hour, I want to shower again.” And take care of this erection. He would be damned if he was going over there already stiff.

“See you soon, Seto.” Yami hung up. The billionaire had no idea what kind of trap he was walking into.

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The door opened and Seto walked in trying to keep it in his pants long enough to actually enjoy himself. Yami looked…oh Gods. He had outlined his eyes with eye makeup and from the choker to the tight, sleeveless black muscle shirt, to those impossibly skintight leather pants… they were so tight, Seto had to wonder if they were painted on.

“Did you eat already, Seto?” Yami asked, smiling. Obviously noticing Seto’s enjoyment of his choice of wardrobe for the evening.

“Yes, I ate. Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Seto remarked. Yami was so small. Seto really needed to talk to him about…

“Would you like to come upstairs now, Seto?”

“Yes.” Seto followed close behind. Already aroused.

“I got myself something, off the Internet. It’s a present of sorts. I think you’ll like it. I was hoping it would arrive by the time I planned on using it, and as luck would have it, it came this afternoon.”

“What kind of present? Another pair of leather pants?”

“Better, Sexy.” If “Sexy” was going to be his pet name for him, this would definitely be a good thing. Yami made a show of bending over to retrieve a small box. “Open it.” The present exchanged hands.

Seto ripped off the wrapping paper. He opened the box and gasped.

“I take it it meets with your approval.” Yami smiled evilly as Seto looked up and met his eyes, red and burning with desire.

“Please tell me you’re wearing this tonight.” Seto took the gift out of the box, the box falling to the floor.

“Yes. Of course, I don’t think I’m going to have much use for the rest of the outfit.”

OH GODS.

Seto gripped the choker in his hands as tightly as he possibly could. Yami had ordered himself a new leather choker, and fuck… he had gotten it engraved. Engraved with Seto’s favorite name for Yami…

CUM SLUT.

Yami was taking his old choker off and throwing it on a nightstand. “Would you like to do the honors, Seto?”

OH FUCK YES.

Yami could tell the entire thing had gotten Seto completely worked up, which meant that his plan was going well. He suspected nothing. But Seto was going to suffer tonight. Yami smirked and walked over to his lover then lifted his chin, exposing his neck to the other.

Seto was trying to keep his hand steady enough to put it on. When it was finally in place, he stepped back to admire his handy work. Any plans Seto had of having a conversation with Yami tonight were officially filed away for a later date… a date that was slowly turning into never… Fuck the rest… he wasn’t getting rid of Yami…. EVER.

Oh gods.

“Seto… I never dreamed I’d ever want to be so submissive, but you’ve brought out something in me that was hidden below the surface. And I just wanted to show you how submissive I can be.”

Seto stood very still. There was a problem… oxygen wasn’t making it to his brain very well. He was trying to focus on every word leaving the other’s mouth.

“There’s this need that only you can fill. Did you know I don’t even come anymore unless you’ve given me permission first?”

Oh gods.

“I’ve fallen in love with being your personal whore, Seto. I don’t know how it happened, but sometime between you showing me that I am a naughty boy and being tied to your office chair on Tuesday I realized that I want this. More than anything in this world.”

Oh gods.

“This afternoon, when I thought about not being able to see you I nearly lost it. I imagined you over me, filling me up with your seed…your hands tracing themselves across my chest. My hands chained to the bed. I had to go find that vibrator you gave me.”

Oh gods.

“Seto, Sexy, I want to show you how upset I was that we couldn’t be together. If you’ll let me.”

Oh gods yes.

“Sit in that chair behind you. I want to give you a lap dance.” Seto wasn’t sure his legs still worked. Yami’s htouctouched him and Seto shivered. He helped the CEO sit down. “Now, if this were really a strip club, you wouldn’t be able to touch me. So, to ensure you don’t…” Yami showed Seto the handcuffs sitting on his bed.

Oh fuck yes.

Seto put his hands behind his back and allowed Yami to secure him to the chair. “I found this CD in Yugi’s collection, this afternoon, and this song just sounded appropriate…my English is limited, but I think I got the general idea. And I think your English is a lot better than mine, so you should have no problem.”

Yami pushed the play button… a heavy beat began pounding out of the speakers. Seto listened to words, it was obviously American rap… with some rock intermixed. What the Hell was this? Somehow though, it fit Yami’s look.

“Shall we get started, Seto?”

GODS YES.

Seto nodded and swallowed hard. Yami’s hand traced up his abdomen his tight shirt grazing across his tanned muscled stomach. His other hand worked to his button and zipper. Seto shifted. Yami’s thumb entered his mouth, and Yami began sucking on it. Then his hand went back to his shirt, and Yami exposed more of himself. He peeled back more of his shirt, it now only covering his upper chest, erect nipples and pecs. Yami’s hip hugging, undone pants stayed in place as he sauntered his hips a little to the music. His other hand was back in his moist mouth. He was sucking on a second finger like he was ready to insert it in himself. The hand left his mouth. More of the shirt lifted up.

“You make every part of me hard, Seto.” Yami showed Seto his nipples.

Oh Gods. The look in his eyes…

Hungry.

Fuck, Yami looked starved.

Then, before Seto could really appreciate the crimson eyes boring into him Yami ripped the shirt in two and threw it across the room.

“You have no idea how bad I want to finish this so I can ride you until the sun comes up.”

Oh Gods…Oh Gods…Oh Gods…

The chorus of the song blasted from the speakers. Seto suddenly understood why Yami had chose the song in question…

“Ooooh baby you want me?
Ooooh baby you want me?
Ooooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Ooooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lapce hce here for free"

Oh Gods… Oh Gods… Oh Gods…

Yami walked…danced…flew… over to where Seto sat trapped, the expression on his face down right lethal. He hoped he hadn’t pissed Yami off recently, because Yami looked about ready to pull out a knife and slit his throat.

Yami said absolutely nothing as he crouched between Seto’s legs and undid his pants. Seto moaned as Yami’s hands massaged his package as he freed his pants from his thighs. Seto growled as Yami kissed his erection and then watched Yami stand back up. He smirked before straddling Seto, leaning over… and biting him hard on the neck.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to control myself, Seto…”

Seto had a bad feeling he wasn’t going to live through this night.

“You just don’t get what you do to me.” Yami ground his hips hard into Seto.

What Seto did to him? Yami was every gay man’s wet dream right now.

Seto screamed. Yami pressed down hard, his erection caressing Seto’s in the most irresistible manner. “I’ve never wanted somethin bad bad, Seto.” His hips rocked and Seto screamed again.

The chorus started again. Yami joined their lips in a heated kiss… Seto was pretty sure that he was going to come if Yami didn’t release his mouth by the time the kiss ended.

“Well you can get this lap dance here for free.”

“Oooh baby, you want me?” Yami whispered, his hot tongue licking the shell of Seto’s ear.

Seto was panting, he was whimpering like the dirty dog N.E.R.D was talking about in the beginning of the song. He wasn’t going to live through this…

“Seto, you know what…” Yami was dry humping him… “There is a river of pre-cum running down my leg right now…” Seto gasped as Yami pushed into him again.

Yami was just too good at this… Fuck, Yami was down right spectacular.

One of Yami’s hands was back in his mouth the other was back at his pants, rubbing his cock. And he was still rolling his hips back and forth. He looked like he was in a rodeo, his hips moving in intoxicating circles, his dick pressing into Seto so hard it felt like Yami was pressing the pre-cum out of him.

“Cum Slut….wants to play…Seto…” Oh Fuck. “He wants to play…so bad…”

“Ooooh baby you want me?
Ooooh baby you want me?
Ooooh baby you want me?”

“Do you want me, Seto?” Yami whispered. It didn’t matter how loud the music was thrashing around the room, Seto could hear every word Yami spoke. “Do you want me as bad as I want you?”

“More…Yami…release me…Pun intended…”

“Cum Slut wants it up the ass, Seto. He wants you to fuck him so hard his nose starts bleeding. You think you can handle that?”

“Gods, yes. Yami…” Seto screamed as Yami continued to ride him into the chair.

“I don’t know…Seto…I don’t know if I can keep this up much longer…”

“Yami…baby…please…”

Yami licked his lips before he spoke, “Your whore needs you so bad, Seto…”

“Yami…this has to stop…we both need this… let me give you what you want…”

“That vibrator wasn’t big enough…Seto…I need the real thing…Cum Slut wants it hard…”

“As hard as you want, Baby. Please…” Yami let their lips meet again.

“End this…Now…Yami…now…”

Yami met his eyes. And that was the exact moment Seto knew that Yami had him right where he wanted him. The music ended. And Yami stood up.

“You’re…Oh Gods…”

How could he have walked into such an obvious trap?

“Oooh, baby…you still want me?”

“Fuck you, Yami. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

Yami laughed, cruelly. “Poor Seto, all worked up and nowhere to go.”

“I swear to God, Yami…I’m going to…”

“Sit there and shut up. If you want even the slightest chance of coming tonight I suggest you do as I say, otherwise, Bitch, you’re going to be sitting there until morning.”

“How dare you do this to me? All of it… it was all a lie wasn’t it? All a lie to get me to submit to you.”

“No, I’m afraid you’re wrong, Seto. I meant every word. a p a point. If I didn’t mean at least most of it, do you think I would have brought you this?” Yami fingered the choker.

“What do you intend to do?”

“Cum Slut wants to play, Seto…I want you inside of me.”

“Then let me go, and that can be arranged.”

“I’m afraid not.” Yami walked over to the dresser and pulled out a leather belt. “Part of me wants to see this around your neck… chocking you while I let you come. But I have other uses for this…”

Seto’s mind was a panicked mess… What the hell was Yami going to do with that belt… Oh Gods…

“Are you scared, Seto?” Yami teased, his voice deep and demanding. “You should be scared. Very very scared.”

“You fuck toy, I swear to god…the next time I punish you you’re going to regret every moment of this…enjoy the functioning of your bowels while you still have them, Yami.”

Yami laughed. “You know, Seto… the masochist in me might just hold you to that threat.”

“Take the handcuffs off…Right now. Or so help me God…”

“Poor little CEO… you make it sound like you don’t want me to ride you…”

“I do. That’s the point.”

“And I will, I promise. If you ask me nicely, I’ll take off the rest of our clothes, and straddle your hips, just the way you want. But this slut would like to be asked.”

“Please, Yami, Cum Slut, great Pharaoh of Egypt, whatever it is you’d like to be called for the evening. Sit down and ride me… and maybe I won’t punish you so badly next time.”

“Oh, like you punished me on Thursday. The way you forced yourself into me while I was helplessly shackled to your bed?”

“Yeah, like that.”

“I guess that’s as good as it’s going to get with you, Seto. Which is why this next part is going to be so much fun.” Yami walked over with the belt. “You’re going to be sitting in this chair for quite a while, Seto, so I suggest we make you a litmoremore comfortable.” Yami removed Seto’s pants and boxers. Seto narrowed his eyes. “Spread your legs nice and wide.”

Seto growled but did as he was asked. He needed Yami, right this moment. Fuck the rest. Yami would pay for this later. The night was still young. Yami crouched down again and placed the belt across Seto’s legs, just above the knees. Before Seto could really figure out what he was doing Yami was buckling the belt, trapping Seto’s legs to the chair. He slid the buckle so that it was underneath the seat part of the chair.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Killing you slowly.” Yami stood up, admiring his handy work. “This way, when we fuck, you won’t be bucking your hips up into me.” Seto grew very pale…slowly beginning to appreciate just what it was Yami had in mind.

“It’s not going to work. My penis is too close to the back of the chair, you’re never going to get it inside of you unless you let my legs free. Nice try, Slut. Now stop trying to out maneuver me in the sex game department and let’s just end this. Maybe if you do a good job I won’t get the riding crop.”

Yami smirked. “The best part about this chair is that it reclines.” Yami bent over a little and Seto’s body went back. It was just enough for Yami to slip unto Seto’s hips, and more than enough room for him to slide himself down onto Seto when the moment was right. Yami threw his pants across the room.

“Taking you… would be silly, because I’d be doing all the work. And even if I had you ride me, I’d have to thrust up into you to obtain my release. But then I thought of this. What if I rode you for the rest of the night…moaning…coming, and you couldn’t move to come. You’d be feeling your cum slut’s tightness around you, and yet…you just wouldn’t be able to do much about it…”

“I hate everything about you.”

“So much love in this room right now.”

“I’ve always let you come when I take you.”

“Yes, but it always takes half a day for you to take me, Seto. Do you think I enjoy being tied to the foot of the bed, with a vibrator inside of me for over an hour?”

“Of course you do, you’re a slut. And a slut likes what ever his master likes.”

“Seto, write it down in a song and sing it to me…cause this shit ain’t working no more.” Yami straddled Seto’s hips, Seto moaned. Yami wiped some of the pre-cum from both his and Seto’s dicks and rubbed it inside of himself.

“You’re really a pervert… a sick, demented pervert.”

“I suggest you concentrate on being a good little fuck toy, and maybe…after I’ve come a half a dozen times I’ll let you come. But Ra damn it, you rich bitch…if you start antagonizing me you will remain like this…I assure you.” Yami showed Seto the cock ring he had palmed when he had tossed the pants, and slid it onto Seto’s weeping erection. Sooner or later Seto was also going to be weeping.

Satisfied he was ready, Yami lifted himself up and unto Seto’s member. Seto immediately tried to thrust up into Yami’s opening. But the leather belt wasn’t allowing much movement. He squirmed. But the belt was too tight. Yami slid himself the rest of the way down, moaning as Seto’s penis came into contact with his prostate.

“This feels so good, Seto…Cum Slut loves when you’re inside of him.”

“Go to Hell you piece of shit…” Seto groaned as Yami began moving back up. Only to slide back down to the hilt. The sound of Seto’s hands struggling against his imprisonment sent chills up his spine. It wasn’t going to take much, he was really ready to come right now.

Yami started moving, tentatively at first. Every time he had ever ridden Seto, Seto had helped establish the rhythm. And Seto helped guide Yami as he pushed himself in and out. This time Yami was on his own. He leaned forward, gripping Seto’s shoulders as he adjusted to the intrusion.

Seto was reduced to wiggling, but it wasn’t enough to find any sort of release… Besides, the cock ring ensured he was going to have to suffer until Yami was finished with him. Maybe he would have to beg for it…Yami enjoyed degrading and humiliating him… and wasn’t this the ultimate humiliation? Yami was using him…his body part…to pleasure himself… He had becommi’smi’s human vibrator… And the thought only made him ache more.

“Take off the belt, Yami…If you do this you’re no better than me…”

“I learned from the best…” Yami’s hand movements were enough to make Seto want to come…let alone actually being inside of him.

“Stop it…Now…take off the belt…”

“This feels so good, Seto…So good…” Yami was riding Seto roughly, getting off on the pain as he stroked himself.

“Stop…this isn’t fair…Yami…son of a bitch…I’m going to kill you once you release me…you’re not going to make it out of this room alive…”

“Gods, yes…Seto…Yes…um…Ra…..”

“Let me go!”

“This is what you wanted, is it not? I told you what I wanted to do and I did it.”

“Enjoy this while it lasts…fuck…shit…Yami…take off the belt. Please…”

“Begging already, Seto? I like that in my bitches.” Yami increased the speed, up and down he moved, Seto still trying to get the belt to break free…still suffering as the sensation of Yami’s warmth killed him.

“Yami…let me go…this isn’t cute anymore…”

“Um…I’m going to come, Seto…”

“Let me go…now…I’m not laughing…it’s not funny…”

“So close, Seto…Cum Slut’s so close…I’m going to come for you…Master…”

“Let me…shit!” Seto cried as Yami moaned, Yami finding his release…Seto whimpering as Yami’s walls enveloped him tightly. Yami came onto Seto’s chest with a smirk.

Neither boy moved for a moment. Both sat trying to catch their breaths…Seto was in pain and he wanted blood. Yami was going to really pay for what he had done. But he’d play the game for now, he’d say what Yami wanted to hear.

“Did you enjoy that?” Yami asked, his voice dark.

“No. Please, I’m asking you nicely. You win. Okay. You win. It’s been a good half hour since this started.”

“Beg.”

“Please take off the belt…please let me come…”

“Someone who prides themselves on being so dominant…and yet, look at what’s happened to you. Betrayed by your own slut…oh how the mighty have fallen.”

“Yes, you’re right. Yami. Please.” Seto’s eyes were desperate. He was being serious, he was really pleading, and he never pleaded or begged for anything… for anyone… Didn’t Yami understand that?

“I’m afraid I’m not accepting your pleas right now, Seto…maybe we should try again…in another hour or so.”

“I truly despise you.” Seto’s voice was low, and furious.

“I don’t doubt you do, Seto. Your hate for me is probably as strong as my hate for you.”

“If you keep this up Yami, you’re going to be a rapist. I don’t think your precious little aibou would appreciate that.”

“You explained something very important to me our first night together, Seto. It’s not really rape if you come.” Seto narrowed his eyes. “Tonight, I’m going to hurt you. The way you hurt me.”

“You have, you fucker.”

“Not nearly enough. I’m not going to be done until I break you.” Icy blue eyes met fiery red ones.

He hated Yami more than anything at this very moment. And at the same time… he loved him… really loved him… He needed this… more than life itself… If Yami was going to break him… he needed to be broken…

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Yami pleasured himself with Seto’s penis twice more…each time more painful than the last. Seto had long since given up moving, finding it hurt more to try to thrust up in vain than to keep himself still. Seto had lost track of time. He wasn’t used to wearing a cock ring and suffering the way Yami was. And he barely even complained, just spitting an insult now and then.

Yami was standing up now, retrieving the handcuff key.

“You were very well behaved, Seto. I think it’s time to let you finish this. You’re obviously still up for it.” Yami slid off the cock ring. He released the belt, Seto moving his legs about. Yami crouched down and undid the handcuffs. Seto stood up slowly.

He had a scary look on his face. Yami wasn’t sure what Seto was thinking. Had he really pushed it this time? Had he gone too far? Gods, what if Seto really hated him now…or what if he was finally going to use his whips and riding crop? Seto said nothing as he staggered to the bed and sat down. He didn’t look into Yami’s eyes.

“Seto? Listen, I know I pushed it a little tonight, I’m really sorry…I just…I got a little carried away…”

“Shut the fuck up and get over here right now.” Yami jumped, and scrambled over to the bed.

“What do you want me to do?” Yami asked, terrified, and hard. “Do you want a blowjob?” Yami dropped to his knees and looked up at his lover.

Seto smirked inwardly. He had a feeling if he gave up the “fuck you, Yami” shtick Yami would fear the worse. That he had actually “broken” him. Yami hadn’t come anywhere close. But Yami was so worried about Seto’s feelings that he’d probably do practically anything at this point to make it up to him…and that was Yami’s weakness. If he kept up the act long enough Yami would be suffering willingly.

Truth be told, Seto actually had to give Yami credit, he had certainly out did himself tonight. Proving he was certainly an equal in this destructive relationship. But at the moment it looked like Yami was willing to be a hundred percent submissive, if it meant that Seto would be okay again. Yami had to learn that all was fair in their little sex games…As long as no one got seriously hurt, it was fine. Hell, Seto really didn’t mind being Yami’s bitch for a while, it was fun…in a painful sort of way. But Yami just didn’t get it…that was okay though, Seto was going to show him…

“I…you’ve never done that to me before…Yami…” Seto tried to keep the laughter from his voice.

“I’m really really sorry, Seto…honest. I’ll never do that to you again. Let me make it up to you…I promise…I’ll be a good boy from now on…”

“Will you, Yami?” Seto asked, struggling to keep the act together.

“Yes, Seto, I promise. If you want I’ll submit to you all next week, no questions asked. You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Perhaps I’ll forgive you, if you allow me to punish you all next week.”

“My body is yours.”

Oh Gods… this was just to good to be true.

Yami opened his mouth to take in Seto’s erection, and just before he did, he bit down on the tip of his penis. Not really hard…but enough to jolt Seto back into reality.

“What the fuck… you bastard!”

“You must take me as some kind of fool, Seto.” Yami stood up, his crimson eyes glowing with passion and anger. “Do you think I care enough about you to worry about whether or not you enjoyed being my fuck toy? The only reason I released you was because I was kicking you out of my house. If you want to come you can do it in your car, because I have no use for you anymore.”

“Excuse me? Yami, you’re going to get your ass handed to you in a moment. If you don’t want to wind up with belt marks on your back I suggest you kneel in front of me and assume the position.”

“I wasn’t going to untie you until morning, now get the fuck out.”

“Oh no you don’t.” Seto took a step forward, Yami a step back. In a flash, Seto pounced grabbing Yami around the waist and throwing him to the floor. “A slut like you belongs on the ground, Yami.”

“You’re going to regret that, Seto.” Yami stood up and lunged at Seto, pushing him hard enough that Seto went flying back onto the bed. Seto hit his head on the wall. Yami laughed. “You’re weak compared to me, Bitch. It’s time I showed you that.” Yami kneed Seto in the stomach.

The adrenaline pumping in Seto’s veins absorbed the blow and he sat up. Yami kicked him in the leg.

“This isn’t a game anymore, Yami.” Seto grabbed him again, Yami landing onto the floor, Seto on top of him. Yami winced in pain. “Don’t worry, the pain’s coming, Baby.”

“It certainly is.” Yami kneed him again, hard enough that Seto had to grab his side to keep from keeling over. “I hate you, Seto. I hate you immensely.” Seto held himself, and looked Yami in the eyes.

Yami leaned up, kissing Seto, and then biting his lip with his teeth, drawing blood, Seto moaned into the attack…groaning in pleasure as Yami sucked the wound, then licked the remaining traces of blood off.

“Gods, Yami…” Seto wasn’t sure what the Hell was going on anymore.

“Take me…right now…” Seto looked at Yami incredulously…This was really completely out of control…no denying it anymore…they needed to get help…Serious help… “It’s okay if you can’t, Seto. Guys with penises your size often suffer from performance anxiety.”

Seto thrust into Yami right then. Yami screamed. “Let’s have a lesson about pain, shall we, Yami…” It burned… it really burned… Seto was hurting him in ways he never had before…

“I want you to take me the way you’ve only dared to dream about. If you’re man enough to do it…maybe I should just stick to the vibrator…”

“Fuck you, Yami…Fuck you… why can’t you leave well enough alone…why do you have to provoke me?” Yami was moaning…tears were running down his cheeks…this had to be what dying felt like…

“Hurt me, Fucker…You stupid prick…I hate you….hurt me…”

“I hate you more…You’re the one who crossed the line this time…Yami…You…”

“Harder…”

“You’re going to die…because I’m going to kill you, you fucking cum slut…”

“Bitch…kill me…do it…you don’t have the guts…”

“You’re the one who’s not going to have any guts…” Seto pushed in hard…the pain shooting up Yami’s spine. Yami came right then, unassisted.

But Seto wasn’t finished with him yet.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Yami? Huh? You’re the fucking problem…Not me…I have a grip on this… you don’t…”

“You’re out of control right now…ahhhhhhhhh….Ra damn it…” A new set of tears made their way to Yami’s eyes. “Harder…”

“You want harder! Cause if I go any harder you’re going to be suffering some disfigurement…”

“I’ve always had to be the man, Kaiba…I’ve always had to be the strong one…you only get strength from inflicting pain…I get strength from taking pain…” Yami was erect again, stroking himself hard.

“Don’t ever call me, Kaiba, slut…ever.”

“Kaiba, Kaiba, Kaiba…You’re barely bruising me….Oh Ra….Shit…Seto…Shit…”

“I’m going to come, Baby…” Seto’s head was low, he was resting it on Yami’s shoulder.

“I’m going to come too, Seto… Seto… um…Gods…More…”

“Come baby, come for me…” Seto was kissing Yami…lovingly. Yami was moaning, screaming, he was gone…he didn’t even know who he was anymore. He came hard the second time, Seto coming a split second after him. Seto peeled himself off of Yami’s sweat covered body.

Yami was trembling, tears still rolling out of his eyes.

“Oh gods, Baby.” He scooped Yami up into his arms, moving enough so that he was leaning against the bed for support. Yami grabbed Seto and held him, clinging onto his lifeline for all he was worth. “Baby…it’s over now…”

“Don’t let me go…please, Seto…please…I need you to hold me…”

“Never…I’ll never let you go..”

“Don’t, Seto… I need you…more than anything.”

“I won’t let you go. Baby, do you understand… never.” Yami snuggled into Seto’s neck, and drifted off to sleep.

Yami…what the Hell are we doing to each other? This is going to kill one of us…Baby…oh gods…

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Bakura had arrived too late to see the driver of the Jaguar getting out of the car. But Bakura knew that whoever’s car it was, that person was inside, fucking Yami’s brains out. And once he made his escape, and padded back to the car, he was going to be caught red handed.

And Bakura would finally have this mystery solved.

And finally get to have his fun.

Author’s Endnotes: Holy Motherfucker. What the fuck did I just write? Please don’t hate me… please…please…please. I know… the sex between Yami and Seto has officially gone into the deep end. It was crazy before… but this crazy…what the Hell. Yami hitting Seto…tying him to a chair…using him like a “human vibrator?” And their last moment together… Yes…this is a cry for help… and if Seto walks out of the house and gets into his vehicle then things are going to completely fall apart. This isn’t even angst… this is insanity. Smut with a purpose… But I’ve given you enough evidence to know or at least hazard a guess as to why their relationship is this violent and vicious. And if they finally sit down and talk about this like two normal adults maybe they can get over this. Happy ending? Yes, there is every reason to believe this can be a happy ending… if they get it together. I apologize… this chapter was a little lengthy… but I tried not to cliffhanger it too badly. PLEASE review… even if you do hate me… but if you’re nice to me… I’ll want to get out the next chapter sooner…. (Hint) And here’s a preview of the mess I’ve created in the next chapter:

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Seto. I honestly don’t. I’ve never been this way before.” Yami was clinging onto Seto, lying in his arms, still in shock.

“Baby, I feel the same way you do. You bring out something in me that’s…deadly, to put it lightly. This isn’t about sex anymore Yami…it’s gone past that now…”

“What are we going to do, Seto…”

“What would you like to do? We could try to end this…or ease up on the amount of times we see each other a week.”

“Won’t work, Seto. We get like this if we’re denied access to each other for a few hours…could you imagine the rage build up if we were apart for days?” Seto nodded and pulled Yami closer to him. “Seto, do you really hate me?”

“I don’t know anymore. I don’t think I do. I guess I hate you for feeling this way.”

“Me too.”