Millenium Gold: The seX Philes

HAHAHA!! GUESS WHO'S BACK! 'Tis I, the one, the only, the finally single and loving it, goddammit, KEYSHA! Have you all missed me? I've certainly missed you all! To all of you who sent me emails of encouragement, left me positive reviews and spoke to me on chats, I thank you, so very, very much, from the bottom of my heart. Your words were like the healing balm to a soul that was beyond tortured, and you have no clue how healing that was. I love you all very much for that, and your kindnesses will not be forgotten. *wipes away grateful tears*

By now, the English dub has introduced us to four new bishies: Dartz, the beautiful Prince of Atlantis; Raphael, the large blond bishie with sideburns to rival Elvis’ and one of the Three Swordsmen of Doom; Varon, my favorite Beyblader lookalike, LOL, and another Swordsman of Doom; and Amelda, my sports bra wearing bishie with the red Gakuto pageboy hairstyle, and the final Swordsman of Doom. Of course, I know I'd planned to end this story at 30, but then I was like, "I have four new boys to play with... let's make it count!" This phile involves Dartz, the Prince. All royalty is spoiled, but what happens when he meets in match in one who doesn't respond well to commands? This is Dartz/Bakura. Pride ALWAYS goeth before a fall. Hee.

Just like before, if there is something you wish me to write, just say so in a review... especially with my four new toys. I welcome any new kink you guys may come up with! And I owe it to you all, for being so kind to me during one of the hardest times of my adult life. Much, much love to you all.

With all the love I have in my heart, this phile is dedicated to the one, the only, Moonchild DJ. Dee-chan, my twin in all things smutty, LOL, you have no clue just how much you mean to me. Words cannot express my gratitude to you for your encouragement, your pure heart, and most of all, your unbelievable faith in me that I can do anything, be anyone, and learn how to bury the past–and get past it. I love you, well and truly. *hugs tightly* May we always stay friends and sisters. *kiss*

Now, onto the smut! *grins* This chapter contains: a person’s fall from grace, yaoi, naturally, the return of MG, and spanking. Do enjoy, as I had a blast writing it!

DISCLAIMER: If you people believe these guys are mine, you’re smoking crack. Hee.

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“Whew!” Seto said as he entered Fantasy Mansion one, dropping his bags onto the floor in the front foyer. “I am one tired soul!” He turned to look at his lover, Joey, who dropped his bag as well in the front foyer and flopped in the floor, drained. “But hey, at least we are back home now!” He chuckled when Joey nodded, still not looking up from where he’d flopped in the floor.

The Jewels had just come back from a much-needed vacation in Hawaii, spending two weeks down on the beautiful islands, relaxing and catching up on their personal relationships outside of their very, very popular MG business. After seeing they fact they were making money hand over fist, and growing in popularity, especially after the last client, Shadi, they’d taken a vote and decided to get away from it all for a bit. But that idyll was now over, and back to reality.

Bakura flung his bag inside the room as well, flopping on the couch and resting his head on the back of it, staring at the ceiling. “You know, I kind of missed this place,” he mused as he counted the crystals in the chandelier. “I missed getting all the ass in the world thrown at me. That was just wonderful.”

“As if that stopped your horny ass from banging all the girls and boys you could find, and starting an orgy in the swimming pool in broad daylight, thus getting us kicked out of three hotels,” Yami said moodily as he walked in the room with Yugi behind him, giggling. He dropped his own bag and glared at the Fantasy Giver known as Diamond. “I cannot believe you did that, by the way. What the hell were you thinking?”

“That since Ryou wasn’t around, I might as well get some action somewhere, since none of you fucks wanted to put out,” Bakura retorted, flipping Yami off when the man cursed him. He chuckled, and said, “Besides, I didn’t see you complaining. I saw you riding dicks and sucking others while Yugi wandered around, recording the whole thing. Speaking of that, Yugi, once you edit that videotape, I’m gonna make a music video to Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer” of all the times I saw Yami riding dicks.” Yugi cracked up and nodded, before climbing in his lover’s lap with a pleased sigh, kissing his neck while Yami bitched at Bakura, who smirked. (Lmao)

“So vulgar,” Otogi said as he waltzed into the living room, carrying his bag and setting it down daintily on the floor, before climbing in the chaise lounge near the other men. He looked good, all tanned and smooth, wearing just a green tank and black shorts with sandals. “I swear, you’re worse than a rutting bull, Bakura.”

“And you’re quite the little creampuff slut, too, Otogi,” Bakura snapped back. “I saw you taking it up the ass a few times yourself. I really should call you ‘Amtrak’ now for the five-guy train you had ran on you by the Jacuzzi. Choo, choo, bitch.” He blew a kiss at Otogi, who flushed and flipped Bakura off. (LMAOOOO)

The Jewels laughed and reflected on their glorious two weeks off, of nothing but fun and sun, and peaceful times at night. It had been great to relax and not worry about mending broken hearts or fixing a fantasy for some lonely soul who needed their services. They were so caught up in relishing their trip and relaxing that they all jumped when suddenly, the front door crashed open.

Standing there was a tall man, dressed in a pure white linen shirt and pants, with soft sandals. He was wearing shades, which he quickly ripped off to reveal the oddest eyes–one gold eye and one green eye. He was even more gorgeous without the shades, and one couldn’t help but notice the long, nearly floor-length aquamarine-colored hair he had, along with the bulge in those clingy pants. He cleared his throat, then said in an imperious tone of voice, “Is this Millennium Gold, the place a lot of my subjects have been raving about?”

“Who the fuck are you?” Bakura said nastily as he rose from the couch. “MG is closed for another few days.”

“I am Prince Dartz,” the man said, as if everyone should know just who he was because he said so. “And I don’t care that the place is supposedly closed; I want a fantasy, and I want it now. Besides, why I am even TALKING to you? You’re just one of the stable boys, right?” He turned his nose up haughtily at the white-haired man, who was a bit dirty and rumpled from the trip and certainly didn’t look like the tempting devil he usually did.

Bakura looked like he was two seconds away from kicking the shit out of Dartz, and opened his mouth to say something, but Seto beat him to it. “Look, we said MG is closed, and won’t be accepting requests for another few days,” he said in an even tone of voice. “Why don’t you write a request up and send it back to us, and we will contact you once we do open back up?” He even tacked on a friendly smile, something he normally didn’t do.

Dartz, of course, being a royal and spoiled, wasn’t having it. “Why am I even talking to the damn grounds keepers concerning my request?” he said nastily. “I want to speak to Sapphire, Amethyst, Diamond, or Emerald, NOW.” He folded his arms across his chest and glared at the lot of them expectantly, as if saying, “The Prince has spoken to the peasants; get moving.”

Bakura stood up, clearly pissed. “Look, you spoiled little bitch, we already told you MG is CLOSED FOR A FEW DAYS. Am I speaking the right language here or what?” When Dartz opened his mouth to get snide with him again, he cut him off. “And for your information, little bitch, I am Diamond, he is Amethyst–“ here he pointed to Yami– “:he is Sapphire–“ here he pointed to Seto– “and he is Emerald.” He pointed to Otogi last. “We are the Jewels and owners you were looking for, and WE SAID, bring your ass back in a few days. Can you follow instructions and do that?”

Of course not. Dartz was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted, and generally told Bakura so, who, finally losing his temper, grabbed Dartz by the arm. “Fuck your fantasy; you’re in the big leagues now, little prince,” he sneered as he held his wrist painfully, squeezing harder when Dartz tried to pull away. “Since you don’t know how to listen, or respect it when someone doesn’t cater to your fucking whims, I’m going to MAKE you learn respect. Bring your ass with me.” He dragged Dartz upstairs to his personal bedroom, slamming the door behind them and locking it.

It took exactly three seconds of the remaining Jewels and their lovers staring at each other, before Yugi said, “CONTROL ROOM!!" and they all herded like buffalo down to the basement to see Dartz’ pride go away big time, thanks to a thoroughly pissed Bakura. “This is gonna be fun!” Yugi said, adjusting the cameras for maximum clarity and sitting firmly in Yami’s lap, wiggling his little ass. He turned the sound up, grinning as they all watched with baited breath.

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Dartz sat up from where he’d been thrown on the floor, unusual eyes flashing his anger. “Are you crazy?!” he yelled at Bakura, who stood in the room, hands on hips and glaring at him. Dartz rose from the floor, dusting his clothes off snottily and plopping hands on his hips. “I am a PRINCE, you can’t treat me like some cheap whore!”

“Oh, yes I can,” Bakura purred silkily as he stalked up to Dartz, circling him like a bird of prey. “You may be a prince wherever you are from, but in *this* room in *this* house, *I* am King, Emperor, Lord and Master. And you, little one, have no rank here, because the only authority in this domain is mine. Consider yourself my bitch for the evening, since you chose to piss me off.” (*Authoress pauses to crack whip* Whoopish!)

“I am no one’s bitch!” Dartz yelled back, scared and thrilled at the same time. “You can’t talk to me like I’m some common whore!”

“I can, and I will,” Bakura said as he got right in Dartz’ face with a smile so evil Dartz backed up, frightened. “You’re right, you’re not a common whore, but tonight, you are MY common whore.” He pushed Dartz back on the bed, ripping his pants and shirt off quickly, leaving him in just his boxers, which were the same color as his hair. He looked over Dartz’s pale, smooth skin appreciatively. “You’ve got a nice body,” he said, taking note of the finely muscled chest and stomach. “But alas, you’re too pale and smooth. You need a few passion marks, bite marks and scratches on your ass, little whore.”

Dartz tried to struggle against Bakura’s strong grip, but found he couldn’t... or was it he didn’t want to? He looked up at Bakura with fear and lust–yes, lust–clouding those odd eyes. “Let me go,” he whispered softly.

“No,” Bakura said, grinning internally when he felt Dartz’ will begin to crumble. It was just like he thought–a spoiled brat needing to taught that you can’t always get what you want, but you might end up getting more than you could handle. And it was painfully clear that Dartz had bitten off more than he could chew with Bakura. And Dartz realized it.

“I...I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I... I acted like a brat. I should have listened to you guys...”

“Yes, you did act like a brat,” Bakura cooed, stroking Dartz’ hair before removing the tie in the back, letting all that gorgeous aquamarine hair down. “And just like a badly spoiled child, you need to learn a lesson, one I am too glad to teach. You interrupted my vacation, so I will interrupt your spoiled behavior and teach you obedience. On your feet, little brat.”

Dartz rose to his feet, shaking from head to toe like a leaf. Bakura smiled wolfishly, licking his lips. This was going to be a blassst...

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“Unh!” Joey groaned out as Seto thrust into him from behind, flesh making loud slapping noises. They’d become so turned on watching Dartz get his comeuppance that they just couldn’t control themselves. Like they didn’t have sex 9,574 times on vacation.

Yugi was slow grinding on Yami’s lap, watching Bakura put Dartz through his paces. He moaned when Bakura began to spank Dartz’ ass on screen, cries and yelps coming from the aquamarine haired man. “This is so hot,” he moaned, reaching back to grab Yami’s hardening cock.

“Hell yeah it is,” Yami replied huskily. “Bakura’s so damned hot when he’s being forceful...”

“As are you, my beautiful lover,” Yugi cooed. “As are you.”

“Would you like me to be forceful now?”

“Hell yes. Put your brand on me, my handsome lover.”

A loud, pleased cry from Yugi was the beginning of their own tryst.

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Dartz cried out some more as Bakura continued to whack his ass with a large, suede-covered paddle, tears of humiliation streaming down his face. Bakura, meanwhile, was grinning, loving the power he had over the man whose haughty pride had been stripped.

“Will you come in my house again and act the asshole brat because you can’t have your way?” he asked Dartz calmly. When Dartz didn’t answer, he whacked him on the ass again, getting a loud cry from the man. “I’m talking to you, little brat. Answer me before you make me mad.”

“N-no,” Dartz said, sounding like a little boy. He sniffled, trying to staunch the tears.

“That’s a good boy. Now, whose domain are you in? And what is your name here?” *whack* “Say it.”

“This domain b-belongs to you, and m-my name is little brat,” Dartz answered between his tears.

Bakura grinned wolfishly. Spoiled kids were so much fun to break, he mused as he whacked Dartz’ ass again. All they had to be shown was that not everyone caters to their whims, no matter who you are or what your title may be. He set the large paddle down, removing Dartz from the chair he’d tied him to. “You took your asswhipping like a man,” he said calmly as he rubbed the red, stinging flesh of Dartz’ ass tenderly, before squeezing it, making him yelp from the sensation. “And since you took it so well, I feel it’s time to give you what you wanted sooooo much, but couldn’t wait for like a greedy brat. You want some of the awesome dick, little brat?” He drew teasing circles around Dartz’ entrance with a finger, thrilled when he whimpered and tried to push back on his finger.

“Please,” Dartz begged wantonly, wiggling his ass in the air.

“Hush,” Bakura said softly. “Go and lay down on the bed, face down, ass up. I don’t want to see your face as I fuck you, do you understand? You will lay there and take it, just like a big boy, and when you’re done, I will reward you generously. I can be gentle, or I can be rough. Do not force me to be rough with you, you won’t like it. You want me to be good to you? Answer me!”

“Y-yes, Master!”

“You may called me Lord Bakura, little brat. Say it.”

“Y-yes, Lord Bakura!”

“Good boy.”

Bakura reached in the night stand beside his bed, pulling out a huge bottle of lubricant. He set it on the bed next to him, then stripped himself quickly, cock swollen from both the need and the power he had over the other man. Reducing someone to such a state had always made him hard; but he had rarely met a candidate who needed being taken down a few pegs like Dartz. The man was spoiled beyond reason, used to getting his way, no matter who he hurt to get it, and expected everybody to jump because he said so.

Of course, Bakura wasn’t going for that shit. He was never one to take orders, or follow rules, unless he made them himself. He also didn’t cater to anyone who felt they had a ‘higher’ social status than he did. He simply didn’t care. Everyone was an equal opportunity fuck for him, as this little whore would soon see. He lubed two fingers, sliding one inside Dartz’s tight body. So it seemed the proud prince was so spoiled he liked being on top, never being the bottom, he mused as he slid the digit inside as far as he could go, trying to get as much lube inside the man as he could.

“I’m going to fuck you so deep and so good, you’ll be begging for this cock by the time I’m done with you,” he hissed out sharply to the moaning man, sliding slick finger number two inside his body. “You’ll so thoroughly fucked by the time I get all inside you that tomorrow, when you’re limping around your castle, you’ll remember you’re not always able to be that spoiled prince.” He pressed his fingers against Dartz’s prostate sharply, getting a high-pitched cry from the man. Oh, he so loved those little mewls! He lubricated himself, then slipped a third finger inside his body, getting pleasured groans from the man.

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Down in the control room, a full scale orgy was going on. Yami was holding Yugi while he rode his cock to his heart’s content, while his own mouth was full of Otogi’s straining length. Joey was getting banged doggy style and rimming Otogi, while Seto was spanking his ass with his hand and watching the screen. Bakura looked so fucking hot preparing Dartz that it spurred Seto into fucking Joey harder and harder, groans and cries coming from all around the control room as the remaining Jewels and their lovers took pleasure from each other.
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Bakura had eased himself into Dartz’s tight channel, preferring to be gentle with the man his first time being mounted instead of rough like he’d wanted to. He could show tenderness, especially to a brat like Dartz. He might be a twisted, mean bastard, but he didn’t get off hurting virgins.

Dartz cried out, feeling each heavy, slick inch press into his formerly virgin body. Gods, it felt so good! He wiggled and tried to get more of that thick slickness inside him, but Bakura held his hips still and wouldn’t let him, not wanting the brat to hurt himself. He gripped Dartz’s hips hard, sliding fully into his tight channel, giving the man a moment to adjust to his size. When Dartz wiggled his ass for more, that was his cue.

He fucked him with a wild, but careful abandon, striking Dartz’s prostate with each carefully aimed thrust, driving the aquamarine-haired man absolutely batty. Dartz was screaming in pleasure, calling out his Lord’s name in four octaves. Bakura showed him little mercy, as he growled and grunted with the force of his exertions, until he and Dartz stiffened and climaxed at the same time, Dartz making a huge mess in Bakura’s bed and Bakura flooding Dartz’s tight channel to overflow, some of the creamy substance leaking out and decorating Dartz’s slim thighs like whipped cream.

“That was so good,” Bakura whispered a few minutes later, laying next to Dartz, who had his back turned, feeling the utter humiliation he’d been put through. He yawned then stretched, looking over at Dartz’s tense back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? If I did, you sure as hell seemed to enjoy it and have a funny way of showing it.”


“You humiliated me,” Dartz whispered. “You reduced me to a child. You made me feel weak and spoiled. Noone has ever done that to me before–taken my power as prince away from me.”

“First fucking time for everything,” Bakura said bluntly. “Besides, you needed it. You had that shit coming. Somebody else would have gotten tired of your shit, and probably done a lot worse to you. Be glad it was I who got a hold of you.” He paused and lit a clove cigarette. “You have a problem with that?”

“Hell no,” Dartz said, turning to look at Bakura with those odd eyes, which were glowing with pleasure and desire. “I want to do that shit again... it was nice to be cast in the role of ordinary person instead of spoiled brat.”

Bakura smirked. “Anytime you need a dressing down, you come to your Lord and Master, little brat.”

Dartz winked. “Yes, Lord Bakura.”


~Owari~

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There you have it! How was that for a return phile! I certainly enjoyed writing that sucker!

I've missed this story terribly. MG almost was going to go uncompleted, but I knew I couldn't do that to you guys... my loyal fans who gave me the strength to put forth more smut, and who let me know you believed in me and wanted more of my fics. Your dedication has my eternal gratitude.

Not sure who to do the next phile on.. why don't you guys tell me? I was thinking Amelda and Seto... their rivalry is SO hot! Let me know what you wanna see!

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Keysha