What's In A Name?

ChibiKit- Ok well here’s the third oneshot that falls under this story. Moreover, as I’ve said before, none of these stories tie into each other, so do not ask for sequels to these chapters or if any of them are related. They’re not. They’re just excuses to write smut! (grins) so without further ado please enjoy!


Disclaimer- I do not own anything. I wish I did but sadly I don't T_T.


Beta’d by my wonderful sissy Chez Aranwen who also assisted heavily in this little oneshot. Love you sis!


Summary- In a world where so much is taboo, one teen rebels against all who try to hold his wild soul by doing everything he’s not supposed to. And his lover doesn’t want him any other way.


Warning(s): AU, Language, heavy Yaoi, BDSM, drug and alcohol usage, pedophilic relationship (depends on what you consider to be pedophilic), stripping oral, mentions of sex. If You don’t like any or a few of these things, leave now! Don’t flame me because I fucking warned you.

Translations- (Japanese)
Aka- Bloody
Kowaku- Seduction
Derishasu- Delicious
Fuzen- Sin
Teishu- Master
Ontai- Boss

Note- just so you know with the lyrics every time there is text underneath them, that is what the character is doing during those lines. Didn’t want anyone to get confused.


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The dimly lit building smelt of sweat, alcohol and smoke, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he was here on invite rather then impulse he would have been out of there in less then a few seconds, his beer in hand and his coat thrown over his shoulders. But since that wasn’t the case he stayed where he was; concealed by the shadows of the strip club sipping on his beer lightly, ignoring the way the bitter drink slid down his throat.


He didn’t care too much for beer and he wasn’t really in the mood to get wasted tonight. A nice buzz was fine as long as he was able to drive home with little to no effort and not be spotted by the night cops just waiting to bust someone for drinking and driving. He didn’t want to have to kick someone’s ass this early in the evening and he knew it wasn’t a good idea to get into a fight with an officer.


Like that had ever stopped him before.


Checking the black and silver watch on his wrist the young man sighed before taking another sip of his beer, placing the half empty bottle on the table before him while his eyes wandered around the area. Dark faces were hidden by the shadows that played off the walls and stage. He could make out some faces but none of them were people he knew. Ha! As if he would associate with these people on a regular day-to-day basis! As if he would get to know any of these slobs and lowlifes. He was here for one thing and one thing only.


Checking his watch once again another sigh fell from his lips. He wouldn’t be on for a few more minutes and he was starting to grow impatient and was thinking about just getting up and dragging the man that sat behind the dark doors in the back to his car and on their way home. However, he knew his lover needed this as well as many other things. He knew the other wasn’t completely sane, but then again, neither was he.


He hated seedy scenes like this. The dirt, the grime, the blaring music that boomed against your chest, synchronizing with your heartbeat and drowning out everything else. He hated the smell of cigarette smoke that was a permanent, pungent smell in the room. He should really fuck that guy up for smoking in here. He hated the way men and women of all ages and sizes came to him, asking for the only thing this place could actually provide.


As if he needed any of those whores and sluts. All they knew how to do was bat their eyelashes and whisper words of things they could not produce. He had his own little creature to take care of to keep his mind and body occupied for all eternity. None of these scarcely clad, beer drinking, mewling bimboes had a thing on his lithe lover. They may know how to talk and shake their bodies about to get paid, but his lover knew how to enchant the crowd, how to make them want him, make them crave and beg for him, and then leave them high and dry. His lover was perfection when it came to these sorts of things.


He should be on any moment now.


His lover was the only reason he was there. His young love had a primal need to rebel, to do everything that society distasted and frowned upon with scorn and judgment. He himself never understood why, but he enjoyed it either way. Seeing his lover so rebellious and wild was such a turn on. His young love got such a thrill when disobeying the taboos the world had set up against them from birth. Being gay for one. Being in a pedophilic relationship was another.


And being a stripper was his favorite.


He couldn’t say he was complaining when he got to take home the rebellious teen, to see him rebel in the highest even during their bedroom games. It never ceased to amaze him how much of a wild thing his young lover was. If only these idiots knew the things his darkling was capable of. They could only watch and drool while he moved and swirling around, but he and only he got to see that body move when it was in the highest state of pleasure.


He was suddenly shaken from his thoughts by the pounding beat of music as it pecked up in sound, drumming against his chest, making it vibrate.


When a new performance was about to begin the music would pick up volume, signaling that another performer was on their way, and he couldn’t help but smirk at the very idea of who was about to be up on that stage, looking as perfect and beautiful as ever.


During each performance there was a small downtime for the viewers to calm themselves. During this time the music would die down to a low hum, allowing people to talk and chat; ordering drinks or setting up private sessions with the whores who offered them.


He had already been asked a few times, and each time he declined, sending the annoyances away with a harsh glare and a snort. As if he would touch or be touched by any of these diseased scum.


With the music pulsating against the club, throbbing like a second heartbeat and already dim lights brightening just slightly, the stage lit up, illuminating a lithe tan body that almost seemed to shimmer in the stage lights.


Just as beautiful as ever.


“Aka Kowaku is happy to introduce our very own master of seduction himself, Derishasu Fuzen!”


His little lover really was.


The music picked up in volume even further and there was his lover standing near the back of the stage, looking like sin in it’s truest, human form even as the lighting of the club barely illuminated his enticing body. He looked like the sinful apple of Eden, shimmering in the scarce light, waiting to be devoured and taken in.


Even with the lighting a little dim he and most likely the rest of the crowed could make out the performers outfit and silhouette. Black leather high heel boots covered tan legs, caressing them up until they reached the knee where they were met by fishnet stockings that showed off strong, lithe thighs, just waiting to wrap around something strong and bold. These see-through wrappings traveled up the smooth sun kissed skin, hugging it in the most intimate of ways before they met a black thong that left nothing to the imagination, clipping along the side so the stockings stayed in place while that sinful body moved and writhed on the stage.


Above that was a flat belly with a small black dragon piercing, it’s red eyes seeming to scan the crowed, daring any and all to try and tame the wild beast that was this creation of seduction. Right above the navel rested a see-through black fishnet top that hugged bodily curves and showed off dusty tan nipples that were barely hidden by an over-jacket that rested lovingly on slim shoulders. A black, diamond-studded collar embraced a long tan throat in a loving hold, showing how regal this being could be even in dirty scenery as this.


Long tri-colored hair rested around the dancer‘s face, concealing dark eyes that burned like the sun when angry, and scorched like fire when in the deep throws of passion and pleasure.


He was the utter description of perfection, and the very image of sin.


Yami Atemu, Derishasu Fuzen, sin in and of itself. And Yugi Motou, CEO, executive of the world, was his lover.


One a rebellious seventeen year old, starving for attention, breaking the taboos of society while dancing underage at a strip club, lying to the very people who employed him to show off his rebellion. To strike out and fight against the bonds that tried to contain and hold his wild soul.


While the other was a twenty-six year old businessman, successful in Japan and America -allied with Kaiba Corporation itself- and set for the rest of his life. He too was breaking the taboos of modern day life by helping his rebellious lover lie to dance, watching his wild spirit come alive and shine in a sinful world that he was perfect in.


Gazing up at his lover Yugi could see the spirit behind those dark eyes just waiting to break free through his dance on that stage, barely clad in anything at all.


Even then, those clothes did no justice for that rebellious body.


It's Britney, bitch


With the lights dimming to a soft haze his lover began to walk towards the center of the stage were the pole was with grace that very few could achieve, especially in heels. Tan hips swayed back and forth to the beat, strong legs carrying him to his destination while deep crimson eyes flashed with anticipation and deviousness.


His little rebellion was about to begin.


I see you…


Grasping the cool pole with a firm grip the young stripper threw himself against it, pressing his full body close before winking at the crowed, tossing his head back with the throb of the music, tri-colored hair giving way to his regal facial features and parted pink lips.


And I just wanna dance with you


With the beat still playing he wrapped an warm around the metal before sliding down, dragging his heated flesh against the cold metal, lips parting even further at the way the icy pole felt against his heated skin, his eyes sliding shut as if in pleasure.


Then he was sliding back up his inanimate lover, the black fabric of his jacket licking at the cool metal as he dragged his body up, rubbing against it sinfully, tan hips swaying back and forth, thrusting and gyrating against it to the pounding beat that swallowed the club.


He had never looked as delicious as he did when he danced, his body bending and swirling to the music. It seemed to swallow and consume his mind, leaving nothing behind but a sexual, demanding creature who was the very object of sex and sin. Yugi could do nothing but watch, smirking, hypnotized as that body rubbed against it’s cold lover, imaging the way Yami would rub against him in the same manner.


He already had the entire club in his soft little hands. And he had only just begun.


Every time they turn the lights down
Just wanna go that extra mile for you


Spinning around his pole in a fast motion Yami quickly turned his back to his fake lover -giving his audience a side profile view- and slid his body down once again, knees pressing into chest as he tilted his head to the side, looking at his audience with lust filled eyes, pink lips looking as kissable as ever as soft pants left those pretty lip gloss covered pieces of flesh.


Even though he was just beginning Yugi knew this was going to be one of Yami’s best performances. His lover seemed to get better and better each time he danced up on that stage. Every time he moved, each and every night Yugi was there, watching him in the darkness in the back of the club; a protective presence that lurked deep in the shadows, waiting to consume the supple apple of Eden.


Public display of affection
Feel's like no one else in the room (The room)


Releasing his pole Yami quick turned his body around and was back on his feet, striding towards the end of the stage with a devious look on his handsome face, licking his lips slowly as his hips shook side to side, still keeping up the beat.


Yugi was already hard.


And so was the rest of the club.


We can get down like there's no one around
We'll keep on rockin' (We'll keep on rockin')
We'll keep on rockin' (Keep on rockin')


Swirling around Yami swayed his hips side to side, showing his front side and backside while he rocked his hips, following the beat of the song; that lusty look still in his eyes. His hands moved, almost seeming to have a mind of their own as they traveled down his chest before stopping just a hair’s length above his black thong while he shook his sinful hips. Muscles rippled under tan skin, jumping and jerking as the lithe body of the young stripper moved, sweat beginning to shimmer on the gyrating body.


Cameras are flashing now we’re dirty dancing
They keep watchin' (They keep watchin')
Keep watchin
Feel's like the crowd is saying


Then, with the beginning of the new line, that hand quickly moved away from the sensitive area before grasping a tan throat and sliding down, those pretty hips still shaking and rocking around, legs twirling the little stripper about. With his back to the crowed Yami moved back to his inanimate lover, his hips still swaying, giving everyone a nice view of his thong clad backside, the small strip of fabric hiding his red entrance from view.


Yugi couldn’t help but groan at his teasing lover, eyes flashing in the darkness as he watched that body move, growling when he heard others share his pain at watching that luscious ass shake around on stage.


Little did these fools know that that talented ass only took one man.


Gimme Gimme More
Gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme (Uh)
Gimme gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme (Uh)
Gimme gimme more


Yugi couldn’t help but watch and get hot while that gorgeous body whirled and moved upon the stage, glistening in the dim lights of the dirty club. His lover deserved better then a scene like this and yet he fit so well in it.


The way those dark crimson eyes flashed each time a wanting hand tried to grope at him, the way muscles would jump with every move, the way his lover got off just by doing something like this.


He was the perfect little stripper.


The perfect sin.


With each grinding beat those talented hips grinded against the pole, a head full of hair tossing back once more, almost as if he were moaning. With liquid like movements the graceful stripper slid his body up and down the pole, flaunting his tan being and throwing longing, wanting, hungry looks to his audience, noticing the possessive glowing eyes of his lover in the back. A pink tongue slid out of a hot mouth to lick at soft lips, listening to the way the crowd groaned and got hot for him.


It was time to take things up a notch.


Center of attention
Even when they're up against the wall
You got me in a crazy position (Yeah)
If you're on a mission (Uh-uh)
You got my permission (Oh)


Sliding down his pol with lusty motions, facing his crowd, Yami slowly parted his legs as he went, thighs spread wide when he got near the ground, showing the crowd his thong clad erection, his hands high above his head seeming to almost be locked there by invisible bonds.


He was sweating now and just the though of all these people watching his every move was making him hard, allowing the top of his erection to peek out of his black thong. The black strip of material was just high enough so the mushroom shaped head was barely concealed, flashing in the lights of the stage.


Across the room Yugi growled, watching the way crimson eyes glazed over in lust, the way they would when he was on one of his high’s. He knew that his young love was an attention whore so this display was nothing new. But the thought of his lover getting his thrills from these… from these filthy people made his blood boil.


He’d have to “speak” to him about that.


But even as his blood boiled with possessiveness it also surged with lust, his fingers itching to grasp and feel that sweaty skin. To mark that pretty body and bite into the sinful creature. To hold it close and show it heaven while he himself was going to hell for even falling for such a wicked, evil little thing.


He was hard in his loose black dress pants, leaking into his boxers at the thought of having that writhing body under him, hearing that corrupt being crying for him, because of him as he took Yami as high as he wanted to go. With each throb of the music and a roll of those hips Yugi felt his cock jerk, begging to be free, to taint that beautiful body even further.


We can get down like there's no one around
We'll keep on rockin' (Keep on rockin')
We'll keep on rockin', rockin' (Uh-uh)


Crawling away from his metallic lover once more, his backside swaying to the beat, Yami was soon up and twirling, around. Then with his back to the crowd he allowed his jacket to fall from his shoulders, but not off his body, exposing his collared tan neck and the back of his fishnet shirt.


Looking over his shoulder with a coy, seductive smirk on his lips, Yami slowly began to bat his eyelashes, feigning shyness by placing a finger tip to his pink lips before the jacket completely fell away from his body, fluttering to the ground where it was kicked away by a black boot.


Yugi bit his lip to stifle a groan, wanting nothing more then to stand up, walking up to that stage and drag his sin away, or maybe he’d like to be violated on that stage. Get off by having his audience watch as his one and only lover fucked him into the very stage he was a god on.


Hmmm… just the thought had Yugi wanting to cum; and with the dark look thrown his way by sin itself, he knew Yami was thinking along the same lines.


Cameras are flashing now we’re dirty dancing
They keep watchin' (Wait)
Keep watchin
(Feel's like the crowd is saying)


Bending his body backwards Yami slowly planted his palms on the sticky stage of the club before dilating his belly, making the dragon piercing dance and jump. Then with grace like a cat he was rolling back onto his hands and knees, a look of want in his deep crimson eyes, begging to be sated.


Yugi could hear the other watchers of the club groan and moan, guessing that most of them were cumming in their pants just from the very sight of sin in the flesh.


He didn’t blame them.


Gimme gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme (Uh)
Gimme gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme (Uh)
Gimme gimme more


Bringing his legs out from under him and out in front of him Yami slowly laid on his back and brought his legs to the air, locking his ankles together side by side before swinging his legs around in a circle to the beat. With a mental chuckle and all eyes on him Yami slowly brought his legs apart, parting his thighs and allowing his audience to see his face through his spread legs, listening to the way the men and women groaned and howled for him.


Bringing his legs in front of him Yami pushed himself back up into a sitting position before crawling to the end of the stage and standing, presenting the crowed with his backside before bending over and listening to them howl. Giving his ass a little wiggle Yami quickly turned once more and sank to his knees with a silent groan, his erection even more prominent in his thong.


Men nearly fell over each over as Yami draped his body over the end of the stage, his head lulling back as if in ecstasy, allowing the men near the stage to slip money into his clothing, brushing his skin with their heated fingers, the smell of alcohol, smoke, and sweat all around him.


Bringing his hand up Yami ran his tan fingers down his neck to his chest, circling an erect nipple before pinching it for his viewers; his back arching off the stage in blind pleasure. His eyes closed in bliss while his lips parted and he could feel more money slip into his clothing.


Idiots.


Yugi’s fist clenched and unclenched on his table, his bottom lip between his teeth as he silently came in his pants, a groan passing his bitten lip, but his eyes staying on his lover, a dark plum color by this time. He knew he was going to be having many more orgasms by the end of the night at the rate his sinful lover was going. He was just glad that he was used to this by now.


But that’s not what had him on the verge of slamming a fist into the table and smashing his now empty beer bottle. That little siren was fucking playing with them… with him! He was defiantly teaching that tease a lesson.


I just can't control myself, oh


Flipping his body over once more Yami rubbed himself against the stage, a soft gasp falling from his lips as his erection brushed the heated stage before he moved onto his hands and knees. Using them as leverage Yami brought his body up, arching his chest foreword and bending his back into a blissful arch, head tossing back with the music.


Staying perched on his knees Yami slowly leaned foreword with lust filled eyes and grasped the chin of a drooling man, bringing his face close, his pink tongue licking his gloss covered lips. He could feel the man slip a few bills into his thong and couldn’t help but smirk at the way the guy’s pudgy fingers lingered on his skin.


With his eyes half-lidded Yami brought the man close to his body, able to smell the alcohol and smoke that came off the guy in waves. Closing his eyes Yami leaned even closer, smirking as the man in his hold groaned, ready to kiss him.


Yugi was starting to see red.


They want more? Well I'll give'em more… OH!


And then Yami pushed the guy away with strength few thought he possessed., throwing the man away as if he were disgusted by his presence.


Gimme gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme gimme more (Gimme more)
Gimme gimme more
Gimme (Uh)
Gimme gimme more (Ooh)
Gimme gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme gimme more
Gimme gimme more (Gimme more, oh yeah)
Gimme (Uh)
Gimme gimme more


Smirking as he watched the poor man fall over and crash into the table behind him, Yami stood with grace and went back to twirling his body around like the little sin he was. His stomach dilated and rolled before his crowd, howls and cat-calls falling on deaf ears.


Money was being thrown all around the stage and yet Yami didn’t even give a damn, not even bothering to pick the green gold up. He had no need for it. He was set for the rest of his life so why should he take these starving men’s money.


As if he’d let them pay him for his services.


As long as he was allowed to rebel he’d continue to dance for the people that adored him.


Ohh, gimme more, gimme more (More)
Gimme more, gimme more baby
I just wanna more


On the short instrumental break Yami twirled himself around the almost forgotten pole, allowing his fingers to caresses it like a long lost lover while his hips grinded and rolled against it.


Then tossing his head back with a mewl Yami quick as lightning wrapped his arms and legs around the cool metal and swung his body about it, smirking at the cat-calls he received.


Placing his feet back on the stage Yami leaned his back against the pole, facing his crowed before he grasped his erection through his thong, moaning at the light friction and pressure he applied. But with the music still blaring it was again drowned out.


Yugi bit his tongue rather hard in anger, frustration, and lust, feeling the way blood pooled in his mouth as Yami began to rub his erection for the crowed, his pink lips parting on a moan that was drowned out by the music while his head tipped back in pleasure.


He couldn’t wait to get his hands on Yami.


Gimme gimme
Gimme
Gimme gimme
Gimme gimme
Gimme (Ooh)
Gimme gimme
Gimme gimme
Gimme
Gimme gimme
Gimme gimme
Gimme (Ooh)
Gimme gimme


With the last remaining lyrics to the song Yami slowly concluded his dance, swinging his hips about, twirling around his pole for the last time before stepping to the middle of the stage and turning his back to his audience, shaking his backside about for all to see, a smirk tossed over his shoulder.


Bending down Yami presented all with his ass one last time, shaking his head lightly, tri-colored hair falling around his face before he dropped to the splits, his dance ending with the last thrums of music.


Again Yugi came.


Applause and whistles erupted around the club, but Yami didn’t pay them any mind as he slowly slid his body around and stood, placing a smooth hand on his scarcely clad hip and tossing his head to the side in indifference, a smirk on his lips.


In the back Yugi panted lightly while smirking, leaning back in his chair, his once rigid back now starting to relax. He had enjoyed his lover’s performance -like he always did- but he was glad that it was over. He truly was a possessive bastard and didn’t like others looking at his little sin with such want and hunger.


It was a wonder he still allowed him to dance.


However, as he looked up at his lover on that stage and saw the fire burning deep within his eyes, his rebellious spirit flying free and proud, he knew that no matter his feelings, he would allow Yami to continue his game. Because just one whisper from those pretty smirking lips and Yugi would give Yami the world.


Ignoring the money that littered the stage Yami turned his back to the crowed and bent over once more, his backside exposed, the strip of fabric between tan globes pulling taunt.


Glancing back at his audience Yami smugly placed a fingertip to his lips and winked at his crowd with a burning, lusty look. Then he was up and strutting off the stage, ignoring the calls to stay and whistles and hollers thrown his way.


A true master of seduction.


Watching his lover strut away as if he owned the place, his fine ass wiggling thanks to those high heel boots Yugi was instantly up and out of his seat, using the shadows as a cover. Once up Yugi slowly made his way to the back of the club, heading for the private rooms where the dancers rested and prepared before and after shows.


He was glad Yami only performed once a night. He didn’t think he could handle another show without cumming in his pants again and strangling the men who dared touch what was his.


He blood was boiling deep within his veins with lust and anger, and he was once again hard in his loose black trousers. He could feel the way the rough fabric rubbed against his sensitive erection. It didn’t help matters with his pants being sticky and wet from his ejaculation. As he made his way to the back of the club his pace was casual but his aura was menacing.


He may have enjoyed the show, but Yami was paying for teasing him like he had. He knew the little devil had done that shit on purpose; he always did whenever he danced. He allowed this filth to touch him even when he had specially told him not to allow such a thing.


Call him overly possessive and jealousy-prone but Yami was his, and he’d be damned if he allowed anyone but himself touch that sinful, gorgeous body. He was to be the only other person in Yami’s world.


Just as Yami was in his.


Making his way to the back Yugi stopped in front of the two bodyguards that stood watch, placing a hand on his right hip and shifting his weight to that hip as he stared the men down. He knew they knew him, for he had been coming to the club ever since Yami started dancing.


“He’s changing,” one of the large men said, not even glancing at Yugi as he stared over his head, his arms crossed lightly over his chest, the black shirt he wore stretched tight over his muscles that were nearly bursting from the shirt.


“I don’t care,” Yugi bit out, not really in the mood to deal with these muscle heads. He wanted to see Yami, and if he happened to catch the other while he was undressing well… all the more fun for him.


Not bothering to argue, the two meatheads stepped aside, allowing Yugi entrance. They knew not to screw around with the shorter male since his lover’s performing DID bring in a lot of business. Yugi was one of the few people who attended the club who had almost total freedom.


Smirking as they stepped aside, Yugi gave a curt nod before walking past them and towards the room that he knew to be his lover’s, passing doors that lined the walls. Each one leading to either a private room for customers who were willing to pay through the nose for an hour with the dancers, and/or dressing rooms for the performers.


Walking down the dimly lit hallway Yugi grunted at the way his erection rubbed up against his pants and had to momentary shift its placement, hissing at the slight pressure that was added.


Oh yeah, Yami was definitely paying for this shit. He wouldn’t be stripping for a while when he was done with him.


Stopping before the door he knew to be his boyfriend‘s, Yugi didn’t even bother knocking -who else would his lover be expecting- as he quickly reached out and opened the door, stepping inside with graceful movements before shutting it behind him with a silent click, staring the male who was sitting before a mirror.


Sitting in front of the mirror, wiping away the little makeup he had on with a wet rag was Yami, a smirk on his face and his eyes lighting up as they caught Yugi’s in the mirror’s reflection.


The dim lighting of the room made his sweaty skin shimmer, and Yugi couldn’t help but have the urge to lick the sweaty skin clean. To taste the salty flavor of his lover on his tongue as he devoured him whole, taking in his sinful flavor and drowning in his corrupt passion. He licked his dry lips from the very thought.


He knew he was going to hell and yet he couldn’t stop his obsession for this boy.

“Hello Ontai, enjoy the show?” his little obsession asked in a sultry voice, turning his chair and placing the rag down on the small vanity that connected to the mirror, flipping his hair behind his shoulders and smirking even more when he saw Yugi’s hands clench at his sides and the prominent erection in the front of his trousers.


“What do you think Fuzen?“ Yugi growled, his dark eyes flashing in the dim light before he slowly made his way over to his young lover, his footsteps light but his intentions not. His little love was such a fucking tease and he was going to be punished for breaking the rules.


He loved this man before him with all his heart. Anything Yami could ask for, he would receive. But somewhere along the way Yugi’s love had turned into an obsession. He couldn’t do anything without thinking of his little lover. Every little thing the younger male did got a rise out of him. Whether it was a soft kiss or a ridiculous joke.


He had never felt so much as he did when he was around Yami. And to watch his little lover flaunt his body about, to allow others to touch what should be Yugi’s and Yugi’s alone angered the CEO. But it hurt him as well.


Yami was still young. He had his whole life ahead of him and sometimes Yugi worried that this little creature, this beautiful boy would leave him. And that pissed him off damnit!


He should be the only one in Yami’s world! Should be his only focus. The only one who could make him as weak as an infant, yet make him burn like the fires of hell as well. The only one who could fight away his frightful nightmares and demons, yet keep his own demon under control.


Because damnit Yami was for him!


“I thought I specifically told you not to allow those filthy men to touch you,” he growled, walking up to his lover before he quickly grabbed the chair he was sitting in and pulled it away from the vanity, turning it to where Yami was completely facing him. His eyes were blazing with a passion he couldn’t control and an anger his didn’t want to.


“One was a girl,” the smaller male said in a rather bored tone, leaning back in his seat with a look of indifference, his head turned slightly to the side, arms crossed loosely over his chest.


Eyes flashing, nearly black with his rage, Yugi struck out before thinking, wrapping his slightly larger hand around Yami’s throat and hauling the little vixen up and out of his chair like a rag doll. Cussing under his breath, Yugi instantly had Yami sprawled on his back, his fingers wrapped around his thin tan neck. There was enough pressure, not enough to choke the life out of him, but enough to get his point across.


“You like to piss me off, don’t you?” he hissed into a tan ear, the muscles in his bicep flexing just slightly, adding just a little bit more pressure to the tender throat he had in his grasp.


He could easily snap Yami’s neck with just a slight flick of his wrist. It would be rather easy. He knew that. And if the purring sound coming from his lover was any indication, the little trouble maker was thinking the exact same thing.


“Of course… Teishu… I love when you’re rough with me…” Yami whispered back, mewling when the hand on his neck tightened, his eyes closing in bliss, head titling back just slightly, as if daring Yugi to actually snap his neck.


They both knew he wouldn’t.


“Hmmm that I do little one… but you know how angry it makes me to see them put their slimy hands on you… and to watch you allow it… well that just makes my blood boil…” With his grip still firm on his lover’s neck Yugi quickly aligned their bodies, his slightly larger one over his lover’s. Then with a dark smirk on his lips he rocked forward, chuckling at the breathy moan he received in answer.


“I don’t like feeling insecure little one….” he whispered, dipping his tongue into his lover’s ear before swirling it around the outer shell, his hand tightening once again, this time actually putting strain on his little love‘s airway. “I don’t like feeling uncomfortable and jealous… And yet you seem to enjoy making me feel such that way…”


Underneath him Yami was trembling slightly. From arousal or the adrenaline rush he knew his lover was experiencing from this he didn’t know. But he was guessing it was a little bit of both. His little sin could be such a power whore sometimes it was ridiculous.


And yet it managed to turn him on to no end.


“I… I like when you're… possessive of me… reminding me… who I… belong to….” Yami gasped out, his hands beginning to claw helplessly at the one around his throat, trying to breathe.


Yugi’s grip wasn’t tight enough to cause real damage to his lover’s pretty neck, but it was tight enough to remind him who was in control and that if he wanted, Yugi could and would severally hurt him. Though Yami probably wouldn’t complain much.


“I know little Fuzen, I know,” Yugi purred before he finally released Yami and stood, allowing the other to gasp in air and twitch on the dirty floor.


“Now get up, we’re leaving,” Yugi growled out, grabbing Yami’s coat off the back of the chair he had been sitting in and holding it out to his lover, eyes hard and still burning with the passion he couldn’t wait to unleash on the little rebel before him.


“But aren’t you going to collect my money?” Yami asked softly after he could breathe, standing on shaky legs and taking the offered jacket from his lover, wrapping the long thing around himself to cover his exposed body.


After the shows, during downtime, some of the staff would collect the money that the dancers had made off the stage and bring it to them backstage so that way they got their earnings. Not to mention the money that some of the dancers got stuffed in their clothing. But it wasn’t like he needed the money or anything.


With Yugi he got anything his young heart desired.


“No, I don’t care about these people and their dirty money, now come,” Yugi ordered before leaving the room, knowing Yami would follow him.


He couldn’t help but smirk when he heard the soft clicking of his lover’s boots on the cold ground under them.




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Yami sighed in content at the way the cool night air lapped against his barely clad form, unable to suppress a shiver as it cooled his heated body. Now that he was outside in the cool fresh air he could really see how overheated his body was.


With Yugi opening the car door for him Yami easily slid in, leaning back against the plush seating of the vehicle with a happy sigh.


Within a matter of moments the two were on their way back to Yugi’s place where Yami regularly -daily- stayed. He had been kicked out by his parents for his… behavior in school and for his choice of friends. When they had found out he was doing drugs and drinking, as well as sleeping around, well… they had packed up his shit and kicked him out.


It wasn’t like he cared though. He had Yugi, who would take care of him for the rest of his life. Therefore, he had no reason to complain.


Speaking of Yugi.


Looking over at his lover Yami couldn’t help but smirk. His lover was wound pretty tight tonight and he had a good feeling that it wasn’t just his performance that his lover so… rigid.


He knew Yugi had to work with idiots all day and then to come and watch him perform probably didn’t help the matter much. He was surprised that his lover still let him dance. He knew Yugi hated seeing him up on that stage dancing for others. And yet Yugi allowed him to continue.


He had a feeling his lover got some sick thrill out of seeing him act so… dirty. But then again he had his own thrills. And it wasn’t like he himself didn’t enjoy seeing Yugi get all possessive and dominate.


He knew that what they had was fucked up, yet he couldn’t find the will to care.


Glancing down at his lover’s waist Yami nearly groaned when he saw the KSC glock that was barely concealed by his love’s black coat, it’s black covering catching the light of the streetlamps every now and then.


Okay so he had a small case of Autassassinophilia. Well… maybe a little more then a small case but whatever.


Yugi kept the tiny weapon on him for protection, since he was the CEO of a big company and there were some people out there to get him. He was like a celebrity after all.


However, that didn’t mean Yugi always used it for protection.


Yugi stole a quick glance at his lover and caught the younger male staring at his waist with a hungry look and he knew instantly what the little one was looking at.


His gun.


Yugi couldn’t stop that small smirk that crept onto his face at the memory of how many times he had used the small weapon on his little lover. Granted he had never fired the thing at him, but Yami seemed to get a rather high thrill from having the thing pointed at him and used as a means to force him into… sexual situations.


The little brat. But then again… who was he to deny his little rebel?


There had been many nights were he had gotten so wrapped up in his pleasure, in his passion that he had unintentionally pulled the gun out and had placed it upon his lover’s body, his eye daring the young one to disobey.


He had never seen Yami so submissive or responsive.


“Don’t even think about it Fuzen…. You haven’t deserved that right tonight… not with that little stunt you pulled…” Yugi said softly, as if disciplining a disobedient child. Which really wasn’t hard to imagine since Yami could act like one from time to time.


“What stunt Ontai…?” Yami asked in a low voice, as if distracted, his eyes still locked on the innocently resting gun in the holster on Yugi’s waist.


“You deliberately got close to those men tonight…..” Yugi answered, stealing another glance before rolling his eyes and turning on the radio, the soft background music filling the car with a light hum.


“It was just to tease…” Yami whispered, finally taking his eyes off the gun and looking up at Yugi with wanting eyes, a pink tongue slithering out of his mouth to swipe across his suddenly dry lips. “It didn’t mean anything.”


“Does it look like I care? I don’t want you touching them… or them touching you…” Yugi growled, fixing Yami with fierce look before turning his eyes back to the road.


It was then that Yami looked back down at Yugi’s lap and smirked, purring at what he saw, chuckling when his lover stiffen in his seat and his hands griped the wheel.


“Is that for me…? Teishu?” Yami husked, scooting a little closer to his lover and running his tongue along Yugi’s ear, purring softly at the slight twitch he got in response.


He knew his lover had been hard; he had spotted his erection when he had come to get him after his performance. But he hadn’t known his lover had stayed hard. What could he possibly be thinking about to keep his lover in an aroused state for nearly fifteen minutes?


And how could he make those thoughts become reality?


“Don’t even think about it Yami, you’ve teased me enough as it is,” Yugi bit out, releasing the wheel with one hand to shove his lover back into his own seat, not even sparing him a glance. “You’re already going to be punished for that shit when we get home.”


“Oh but you know how I love to be punished...” Yami purred, ignoring the shove he was given and getting close once more, this time pressing his body into Yugi’s side, glad that there were few people out on the road this late.


“I’m serious Yami.”

So his lover was starting to use his real name huh? That meant that his lover was wound pretty tight. Well, he’d just have to ease him now wouldn’t he?


“So am I.”


With a smirk on his lips and a gleam in his eyes Yami tenderly gave Yugi a lick to the ear, purring in delight at the small growl that rumbled through his seme’s body. Then with nimble fingers Yami slowly began to run his hand up and down Yugi’s chest, flicking a nipple every now and then with his slightly long nails.


Yugi loved when he scratched.


Glaring at the road before him Yugi set his mind to ignore his flirtatious lover, not wanting to give in to his persistent ways and bend to his will. Besides, he was the dominate lover here not Yami. He was in charge and in control.


Then why did it feel like Yami had him wrapped around his little tan finger?


“You’re so… tense Ontai… let me ease your body… ne?” Yami purred, dipping his head and lapping at Yugi’s neck, going straight for the pulse point, his eager tongue swirling around the pulsing vein he found there before he wrapped his lips around the tender skin and began to suck.


Yugi had to remind himself to keep his eyes upon and focus on the road. Even though very few people were on the road at the moment, that didn’t mean he could indulge in his lover’s ministrations completely.


His lover may get his thrills from danger but he himself didn’t want to die.


“Let me take care of Ontai, let me give you pleasure…”


Damnit. His little uke had such a sexy voice. So deep and husky when he was aroused, yet so sweet like honey when he wanted to please him, when he wanted to give him pleasure.


But Yugi also knew his little sin was just being a tease again. Messing with his hormones to get what he wanted.


“Fuck…” Yugi hissed, resisting the feeling to close his eyes as his little love’s hand closed around his erection that was confined in his no longer loose work pants, squeezing him and message him.


He could feel Yami’s fingers where ever the younger male touched him and it only made his erection twitch in response, jerking and jumping as Yami messaged the bulge in his pants.


“You’re so hard Teishu…” Yami smirked, giving Yugi’s confined erection another firm squeeze before leaning down and over Yugi’s lap, scooting his body so that he was semi comfortable in this new position and nuzzled the trapped erection, smirking at the soft jerk Yugi’s body gave and mewling at the musky smell of arousal and cum that filled his nose; the musk of his lover taking over his mind.


“Mmmmm… Teishu… you smell wonderful…”


Growling down at the younger male Yugi moved as fast as lightning. The next thing Yami knew he was staring into the barrel of Yugi’s glock, angry, lust filled plum colored eyes glaring down at him.


“You wanna play fine,” Yugi growled, flicking his thumb and cocking the gun, smirking when Yami shivered in his lap and mewled, his tan cheeks tinting pink slightly. “You just don’t take no for an answer…”


Pressing the gun barrel between Yami’s eyes Yugi made sure to split his focus, paying attention to the road and his squirming lover.


“You know I never do…” Yami whispered, before moving his head and licking the cool barrel of the gun, mewling like a cat in heat, his crimson eyes lighting up with the same fire Yugi saw when he danced and when they made love.


“Suck my little sin,” Yugi ordered, just barely hearing the pounding beat of a new song on his radio, smirking instantly when he was able to decipher the song.


How fitting.


Moaning in answer Yami was quickly working to undo his lover’s pants, wanting the damned things out of his way!


The thought of having his lover deep in his throat was always a turn on for him. He didn’t know why but he loved giving Yugi head. Before he had met the elder male he hadn’t enjoyed it with his other partners, preferring not to put their dicks anywhere near his mouth if he could help it. But with Yugi he couldn’t think of anything better then to suck Yugi off.


Well maybe have his elder lover fuck him but giving him head was a close second.


Once the damned things were out of the way and Yugi’s cock was free from it’s confines and after slipping the engorged flesh through the slit of the elder male's boxers, Yami allowed the musk of his lover to fill his nose, making his head spin. He could tell that Yugi had cum in his pants some time ago. And he was guessing it was during his performance, which wasn’t anything new to be truthful.


“Mmmmm… you really do enjoy my dancing don’t you Teishu…?” Yami chuckled, his warm breath fanning over Yugi’s arousal like a caress, purring when the barrel of the gun pressed to his temple, his lover’s eyes once more on the road.


“Get busy.”


For once Yami did what he was told.


My girlfriend’s a dick magnet
My girlfriend gotta have it


Wrapping his lips around his lover’s head Yami began to suck, humming in delight as he swirled his tongue around Yugi’s head, mewling at the taste of pre cum that filled his mouth.


She's hot, can’t stop, up on stage doing shots
Tip the man he'll ring the bell,
Get her drunk she'll scream like hell


Keeping his eyes on the road Yugi let out a groan, pressing the barrel of his glock closer to Yami’s temple, adding just a bit of pressure. He knew he couldn’t possibly hurt the younger male since the gun was on safety and his finger wasn’t on the trigger. He would never put Yami in complete danger, no matter how much the little brat enjoyed it.


Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town
Grab her ass, actin' tough,
Mess with her, she'll fuck you up


Grunting at the extra pressure Yami swirled his tongue once more around the leaking head before taking more of Yugi’s wide girth into his mouth, humming at the way it twitched between his lips and throbbed on his tongue.


No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned,
But she's comin' back to my place tonight!


Yugi couldn’t stop the hiss that fell from his lips, his hips twitching as Yami took his entire length into his mouth, his wicked little tongue rolling all around him. Fuck but Yami was good at this.


“Mmm… just like that little one…” he praised, using his one handed feel on the steering wheel to direct the car and take them home, the other holding a firm grip on the gun in his hand.


Talk about multitasking.


She likes to shake her ass
She grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down
She's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend!


Humming at the praise Yami eagerly began to bob his head, swirling his tongue around the dripping head when he pulled back and swallowing around the length when he descended, burying his nose into coarse tri-colored curls, inhaling the musk of his lover before swallowing.


It was times like these where he was glad he had little to no gag reflex. He could took Yugi down to the root and feel little discomfort.


He could feel the muzzle of the gun scrap his temple as he his lover’s breathing increased, soft pants falling from his lips, his one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other getting a firmer grip on the handle of the gun.


Red thong, party's on, love this song, sing along
Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home


The air in the car was growing stuffy and heated but neither of it’s occupants seemed to notice as one made it his goal to try and swallow his lover’s erection whole, while the other made it his goal not to drive them both into a ditch or swerve into the rapidly passing trees and streetlamps.


No one really knows if she’s drunk or is she's stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight


A flick of the tongue here, a hum there, a swallow every now and then. Hot breath brushed slightly sweaty skin as the one with their mouth full breathed through his nose. The other releasing that he couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen into his lungs fast enough.


I say
No one really knows just how far she’s gonna to go
But I'm gonna find out later tonight


“Fuck Yami… nhn… “


She likes to shake her ass
She grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down
She's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend


Yami gave a moan in approval before pulling away and wrapping his hand around Yugi’s slick base, pumping it with a shaking hand while his lips and tongue laved attention to the dripping head, sucking down his lover’s pre cum like the finest wine. He couldn’t seem to get enough as he rolled the thick bitter liquid around his tongue, moaning at the feel of it sliding down his throat.


God he had never felt anything as good as Yami giving him head. The feel of those rosé petal soft lips wrapped around him, sucking on him like a popsicle, taking all of him in. And that wicked tongue that couldn’t seem to sit still as it rolled and rubbed every piece of his cock, flicking here before wiggling there.


Lord above it was pure heaven.


“God Fuzen… you suck so good….”


Doesn't take her long to make things right


God no it didn’t. Yami could make anything and everything feel amazing and breathe taking.


Does it make her wrong to have the time of her life
The time of her life? (The time of her life)


As long as he could keep Yami for his own he didn’t care if the young one stripped. If he flaunted his pretty little body around. If he teased and tortured him for the rest of his life. He didn’t care.


As long as Yami continued to come home to him and he could wake up with the young teen in his arms he was in heaven.


(My girlfriends a dick magnet)
(My girlfriends gotta have it)


As if proving that very point Yami removed his hand and quickly descended once again, taking Yugi down to the base and swallowing, groaning around the think organ that pulsed and throbbed against his hot tongue.


It was then that Yugi tossed the gun away -not really caring at the thing landed in the seat beside him- and sunk his hand into Yami’s hair, gripping the silky stands and tugging, forcing Yami to take more, forcing him closer. God it felt so good!


“Ngh… damnit… ha… uhhhh… “


Biting his lips from bliss Yugi tried to keep his eyes open, tried to keep his mind focused on the black road before him. However, with the way his lover was laving at the mushroom tip of his dick, licking up the pearly pre cum that gathered there, he was having a very hard time with the task.


Yami could have sworn the cock in his mouth thickened, pulsating along with the heavy beat of the song that was playing on the radio, jerking within his mouth, dripping pre cum on his eager tongue.


Yugi’s hips began to twitch slightly, as if trying hard not to buck into his mouth like he knew his lover wanted to. Yugi really did enjoy fucking his mouth when ever the chance arose. Something about watching him take his lover’s dick deep into his throat turned the other on.


Not that he complained. It sure as hell did a number on him.


He could feel his own erection throbbing in the confines of his thong, it was becoming rather painful. He prayed to god or the gods above that when they got home Yugi would fuck him long, deep, hard.


Just like they both liked it.


She’s a gold digger
Now I figure out its over, pull the trigger
Futures finished, there it went, savings gone,
The money spent
Look around and all I see
No good, bad, and ugly,
Man she’s hot and fixed to be,
The future ex-Miss Connolly!


Yugi would have chuckled at the way Yami began to rub himself into the seat; most likely seeking relief for his own arousal, if it wasn’t for the fact he was so breathless. His lungs seemed to be burning and yet he didn’t care.


With his hand now tangled in Yami’s hair Yugi used that as leverage to guide his lover’s mouth on his cock, twitching his hips up slightly since he was still trying to drive.


Damnit if only they were at home. Then he could really toss his little sin down and fuck his mouth like a wild animal. Hmm… he knew Yami would defiantly enjoy something like that.


Especially if he brought his pocket knife into play.


Yami didn’t seem to mind the rough treatment on his hair as he sucked harder, swirled his tongue faster and took Yugi deeper, moaning and mewling around the swelling cock in his mouth, sending wonderful vibrations up and down the pulsing length.


“God so good… so damn good…”


Yami was the fucking best at sucking cock! No one was as good as him!


She grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down
She's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend!


Yami was no girl, but damn was he bad. And Yugi didn’t want his young boyfriend any other way.


He loved to take this little rebellious boy over and over again. And he loved the fact that Yami allowed him to do so. He loved how wild and fierce his little lover could be, and yet show such a gentle side when he wanted to.


Glancing down at his lover for the first time in a while Yugi’s breathe caught in his throat at the way deep, lust filled crimson eyes were staring up at him, love, desire, lust, passion, possession, obsession, and so much more reflected back at him in those sinful eyes.


Seeing swollen pink lips wrapped around his cock, tan cheeks hallowing out as his lover sucked, and a tiniest peek of pink tongue as it rolled around him before disappearing had Yugi ready to cum.


She's a bad, bad girlfriend!


He didn’t care.


She’s a bad, bad girlfriend!


It didn’t matter what others thought.


She's bad, bad Girlfriend!


As long as Yami was his, he wouldn’t take him any other way.




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ChibiKit- Well there you go. Yes, I know they are Ooc compared to the anime, but since this is an AU story anything goes right? Right.

Well I hope you guys enjoyed reading that cause I enjoyed writing it. Even if it is rather long. Compared to the others so far, this one has turned out to be my favorite.

Just so everyone knows I have little to know knowledge about guns so please, don’t call me on anything cause I really don’t know. If you see any mistakes or errors please tell me and I’ll do what I can to change it.

Thank you all for reading and please leave a review and let me know how I did ok? I really would like some feed back for this one. I’ll let me know if I’ve improved or declined in my writing ability and if you guys enjoy my work.

If you have any suggestions or request write it in a review and tell me. It might take me a while to get it just right but I will try my hardest to make it as hot and sexy as I can. So if you have a specific kink, scene, game, or just a thought, tell me. Thank you!

Translations- (Japanese)

Aka- Bloody
Kowaku- Seduction
Derishasu- Delicious
Fuzen- Sin
Teishu- Master
Ontai- Boss

Songs-

Gimme More- Britney Spears
Bad Girlfriend- Theory of a Dead Man


Autassassinophilia- when a person is sexually aroused by putting themselves in dangerous situations in which they may be killed.