Millenium Gold: The seX Philes

This phile is especially dedicated to all who wished to see another SuperSeme! Bakura and his little whore boy Ryou... Here, we discuss why liquor and inexperienced drinkers do NOT mix... the results could be cataclysmic.. Or should I say orgasmic, lol! I really, really like this one, so be prepared for one hell of a ride–with a HUGE surprise!! Sorry it took me so long to get this one out, the hospital I work at is about to have a major inspection, so I’ve been working late, and by the time I get home, I am too tired to post anything! So not only do you get this one tonight, you get another one tomorrow! *blows kisses* I love you all!

This chapter contains: yaoi, drinking, cage dancing, and general Ryou-whore-goodness. Please, enjoy this phile just as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life! The song lyrics are from the song “Confusion,” by New Order for the first Blade soundtrack. I listened to this song while I wrote this fic.... and drank a margarita as well! The result is this fic!

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them... but Bakura’s got a great ass anyway!

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The music was pounding loudly in the club, the volume making Ryou wince and cover his ears as he followed Bakura through the thick crowd. He sighed to himself; WHY did he let the older man convince him to go the opening of Embrace, a hot new gay nightclub in Domino? He pouted, then caught a glimpse of Bakura’s ass in those tight black leather pants and tank top he was wearing. Oh yeah. That’s why he said yes... to ogle Bakura’s ass in those pants.

He really hated clubs, but Bakura, being the bold and brash asshole that he loved, didn’t want to hear that. He didn’t even call Ryou to let him know he was coming over, either... just showed up, dressed like a slut, and told him to dress equally slutty because they were going to the Embrace. Naturally, Ryou, not being aggressive until they were in bed, agreed and wore the tightest pair of blur jeans he owned, and a shirt that WAS whole at one point, until Bakura took his dagger to the end of it and turned it into a cutoff shirt. He even put a belly chain around Ryou’s tiny waist, and lined his eyes with black kohl. His own eyes were lined, and if Bakura’s pants were any tighter, they’d be skin.

Ryou looked around the packed club in awe, staring at all the gay boys out there to have a good time–some dressed even more risque than Bakura. He got a couple of winks and flirts, and he grinned back shyly, not wanting to encourage the guys, seeing he was there with his lover.

“How do you like it?” Bakura yelled over the music. He was grooving a little bit as they made their way towards the bar for something to drink.

“It’s so nosy and smoky!” Ryou yelled back, looking at the stage with interest where two cages were on either side of it, and guys were dancing rather provocatively inside. He smirked; like he’d EVER have the balls to do something like that!

“Come on, let’s go get a drink!” Bakura yelled back to Ryou, who looked pensive. He grinned inwardly to himself, hoping to entice Ryou into a dance later. He’d see if his shy-but-freaky-only-in-the-bedroom boyfriend would let loose and dance with him in the cage.

With the familiarity of one used to purloining bars, Bakura managed to snag a couple of bar stools at the bar, buying two shots of tequila. Ryou looked on in interest, especially when Bakura asked for a small dish with a couple slices of lemon and some salt. “What’s all that for?” he asked Bakura over the Prodigy’s “Smack My Bitch Up.”

Bakura smirked wickedly. “We’re going to do some tequila shots tonight, my little lover!” he said with a wink and grin, then grabbed a shot glass and slugged it back, before grabbing Ryou and kissing him fiercely, sharing the alcohol with him in the kiss. Ryou had no choice but to swallow the fiery liquid. When Bakura finished kissing him, he pulled back, gasping harshly as he looked at Bakura, who grabbed a slice of the lemon and dragged it through the salt, sucking on it. “What the fuck was that?!” Ryou gasped.

“That, my little lover, was Jose Cuervo 1800 raw,” he said sweetly. “Grab the lemon and salt; it’ll cool your throat and mouth down.” Inwardly he chuckled, and was glad he’d caught Ryou in the middle of fixing dinner, so he didn’t get to eat before leaving. He grinned when Ryou obediently grabbed a lemon slice, dragging it through salt and sucking on it. The salty lemon would aggravate the alcohol, helping to give it an extra boost through his bloodstream. Too bad Ryou didn’t know that!

Bakura called for another shot, stool-dancing and watching Ryou, who was already looking a little flushed from that one shot. He held his shot glass up, and slid the other one over to Ryou, who looked at it in fear.

“Go ahead; live a little!” he yelled over to music to Ryou, who looked afraid of the pale gold liquid. Bakura raised his shot glass with a flourish, called out, “Salud!” and tossed it back, grimacing as the fiery liquid burned an internal trail of fire down his throat to his stomach. Immediately, he grabbed his lemon slice and dragged it through salt, sucking on it as he watched Ryou.

Ryou licked his lips, staring at the glass in abject fear. He swallowed hard, then remembered how good Bakura had been to him the first night they fucked... he felt himself grow hard a bit, but willed it away as he took the shot like a pro, much to Bakura’s loud clapping and cheering. Tears filled his eyes and streamed down his cheeks, but WOW, did he feel fantastic!

“That’s my boy!” Bakura said with a grin, holding out the salted slice of lemon. Ryou took it, suckling on the salty sour fruit, swallowing hard. Bakura smiled at him sweetly, then asked if he wanted to dance. Ryou felt a little dizzy from his first full shot, and the half-shot Bakura had shared with him, but agreed to dance with him. Bakura pulled him out to the floor, and the two of them began to dance in time with BT’s wonderful song, “Godspeed.”

While Bakura twirled and swirled along with his lover, who was probably getting drunk already, he reflected on what had happened earlier at Fantasy Mansion one–and when he asked for the night off.

~~FLASHBACK~~

“So you want to go out to Embrace with Ryou and get him drunk for the first time?” Seto said calmly, holding Jou on his lap as the Jewels all lounged around the large living room. Yami was holding Yugi as well, who was eating popcorn, and Otogi was lying on one couch with his head in Isis’s lap.

“Well, yeah,” Bakura said with a smirk. “I mean, I know Ryou’s a bit of a slut in our bedroom, and he’s a hot piece of ass to me... but I want him to totally lose his inhibitions and let go completely, both in and out of the bedroom... and I can’t get him to totally lower his guard unless he’s drunk.”

“That’s pretty true,” Yami said, stroking Yugi’s hair tenderly as the little one snuggled down in his lap, slyly slipping his hand into Yami’s pants to toy with his erection. He wanted some cock later. “Alcohol–ah, shit, Yugi!–impairs judgment big time... and if you’re going to do this, make sure you tell us all about it.

“I’ve got one better–how about we go down to Embrace and witness this historic event for ourselves?” Otogi said from the comfort of Isis’s lap. He sat up a bit, resting against her boobs now. “I’m sure they have a VIP room that overlooks the entire club–we could rent that or something and just watch from up top.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Seto said as he gave Otogi a sexy grin. “My, my, Otogi-chan.. Who knew you were such a little bundle of deviant desires?”

Otogi chuckled. “It’s part of my charm.”

“And I’ll be sure to get it on tape, then,” Yugi said with a lascivious grin. “There’s no way in hell I’m gonna pass this up! I mean, we’ve heard what you guys do together in bed when it’s just you two... but I want to see it, dammit!” He stroked Yami’s cock excitedly, gripping it expertly and causing the Egyptian to groan loudly in pleasure. “Let’s do it!”

So it was sealed–Friday night, ten o’clock, Club Embrace... the debauching of Ryou. Bakura smirked as he left the living room. This was going to SO kick ass!

~~END FLASHBACK~~


From the looks of things, and the way Ryou was rubbing his ass against his cock, it seemed to be working.

The two white-haired men danced for several more songs, before Ryou began to get too hot from the press of bodies and the lights. He asked Bakura if they could head back to the bar for something to drink, and Bakura agreed. They maneuvered through the bodies gyrating on the floor to head back to the bar, where Bakura promptly ordered them another round of tequila shots, and another shot to share with Ryou, along with the plate of lemons and salt. This time, Ryou was too damned thirsty to care that he was drinking the fiery tequila, and downed the shot like it was water, his face flushing as he grabbed the salted lemon and suckled on it. Bakura was watching him with interest, and then he poured the last shot in his mouth, sharing it with Ryou. To his utmost surprise and arousal, his little lover began kissing him back with a heated passion that hadn’t been there before. He looked at Ryou, whose eyes were glassy already and cheeks rosy. Oh yeah, Ryou was fucked up!

“You feeling okay, there, baby?” Bakura whispered huskily. He had to hold back a laugh when Ryou nodded his head drunkenly yes. He turned to the bartender and called for two tequila worms, and some more lemon and salt. The bartender nodded and brought them out to him quickly, and Bakura very smoothly slipped a worm in his mouth, kissing Ryou with it and making him swallow the thing before he had a chance to know what he’d swallowed. He also fed him the salted lemon slice, and held him, eating his own worm and salted lemon, waiting for the tequila to really grab hold of Ryou then. He looked up at the VIP room, giving a thumbs up to the other Jewels and their lovers, who were watching.

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“Damn, he got Ryou to take three shots, AND eat a tequila worm?!” Joey said with admiration. “I know Ryou’s probably beyond fucked up at this point!”

“He will be,” Yugi said with a grin as he drank his own amaretto sour. “I just called down to the DJ booth and told him to play ‘Confusion’–that song from that American movie, Blade... you know, at the beginning of the movie when they were at the club with the blood pouring down on them?” Yugi grinned wickedly. “And he’s got an extra special treat for them with that song!”

“Yug’, you’re a genius!” Joey said with a grin as the two of them high fived. “Uh oh... it’s coming on now!”

With interest, the Jewels and their lovers pressed against the glass to watch the drama unfold.
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“Aw, shit YEAH!” Bakura said as ‘Confusion’ came on. He was already chair dancing, then the lights went out, but when they came back on, they were red–to simulate the blood in Blade–and pulsing in time with the music. Bakura was about to ask Ryou to dance when his wrist was clamped in a vise grip. He squawked in surprise when Ryou drunkenly dragged him up to one of the cages on stage–and began to dirty dance with his lover right then and there... so provocatively in fact that gay men from all over the club began throwing money into the cage.

Ryou was on fire! He had no clue what the hell was going on with him, but he felt hot–literally–and the lights and music created a powerful phantasmagoria. He was too hot, then too cold, then too dressed. Suddenly, he ripped the shirt he was wearing off, much to Bakura’s shock and surprise, then he ripped Bakura’s shirt off too, amid the catcalls and cheers from the watching crowd. Even though everything was red, you could still see in the club quite clearly... and what happened next shocked the hell out of everybody–even Bakura..

Ryou was feeling the music... no, he could TASTE the music, as he felt every taboo, every hangup, every inhibition he ever had fly away like a flock of birds as the music pulsed through his body with a staccato beat, making his heart race. He wanted to feel Bakura... to touch, taste, smell him... absorb him–just like he was absorbing this music... When the lull in the midst of the song, came, he got an idea. Staring at Bakura drunkenly, he gripped his lover’s cock and stroked it to full hardness quickly. Bakura was too surprised to react, especially when Ryou unzipped his boots and stepped out of them, then pulled off his pants, revealing his totally naked body–Bakura had convinced him to go without underwear this night–and his own hard on.

Bakura licked his lips as the crowd went batshit at seeing a naked guy. The club was quickly locked down to witness this–it wasn’t the first time someone had fucked in the cage, and wouldn’t be the last–but this would damn sure be the hottest.

“What do you plan to do now, little one?” Bakura yelled over the music.

“Watch me,” Ryou said back drunkenly, jumping onto his lover with both legs wrapped around his waist, and reaching back to hold onto two bars behind him. He wiggled himself, then rammed himself dry onto Bakura’s hard cock, making them both cry out in pleasure.

Confusion...

Ryou closed his eyes, tossing his head back and riding Bakura to the beat.

Confusion...

Bakura groaned in pleasure as he felt Ryou move his lithe body in time to the beat. He held onto Ryou’s hips tightly, thrusting back into his tight body and praying Ryou didn’t get too badly hurt from being fucked raw with no lube. Buuut, from the way his drunk little lover was thrusting against him, moaning and shrieking, he didn’t think it would be a problem.

You just can't believe me
When I show you what you mean to me
You just can't believe me
When I show you what you cannot see....

Ryou grunted and moaned loudly, fucking his lover faster and faster, holding onto the cage’s bars tightly as he did so. The music raced through him, along with the tequila, eating him alive from the inside out. He could taste it, feel it, breathe it, drink it... just as he could feel, breathe and drink of his lover’s body using his own... Gods, this was better than anything he’d ever done in his adult life...

Confusion...

Bakura was going crazy as the song crested to an end. He could barely keep up with Ryou, who was a madman on his cock, thrusting, screaming and crying out his pleasure as he swirled his ass in a figure eight motion while Bakura thrust up into him. When the song was over, it was dead quiet in the club as everybody watched the two gorgeous creatures in the cage fuck wildly.

Ryou didn’t give a flying fuck who was watching; all that mattered was riding Bakura until the internal, tequila-fused fire inside burned out. He let the bars go, wrapping his arms around Bakura’s string neck, who immediately laid down flat on his back on the floor of the cage to let Ryou have complete mastery over this fuck. Around and behind him, he could hear the pants and groans of pleasure from other gay couples, and hoped like hell Yugi was getting this shit on film.
And indeed he was... filming while Yami fucked him from behind. Joey and Seto were fucking as well up against the wall, the taller brunet driving into his blond lover roughly, while Otogi banged the hell out of Isis with Honda licking wet trails up and down his lower back. Yugi thanked the gods for night-vision cameras while he watched his two friends set off the largest gay orgy in a public place in history.

Ryou was on fire... literally. Sweat poured down his face and chest, and he was so close to coming.. But he needed more... something only Bakura could give him. “Fuck me, Bakura!” he cried loudly, sliding up off his cock and getting on hands and knees, but laying down so his chest touched the metal floor of the cage, ass temptingly in the air.

Bakura licked his lips with a flourish, stripping himself of his pants and boots, climbing behind his lover and doing just that, pounding the shit out of him as his head was tilted up and he got kissed by Seto hungrily–the Jewels HAD to come down from the VIP room and get some of this shit up close and personal–while Ryou, having been lifted back up, had a mouthful of Yami’s cock. Otogi thrust into Bakura’s body from behind roughly as the three of them established a rhythm. As Otogi pushed forward, so did Bakura, who was now running Seto’s cock all over his face while the man jerked off in time with their thrusts.

Ryou was mewling around his mouthful of Yami’s cock, then his mewls turned into screams as Joey laid flat on his back and began to suckle his erection hungrily, while Yugi climbed on top of Joey, still holding the camera and filming all of this shit while he sat on Joey’s cock. It was inside him, but he wasn’t riding him, at least not yet. He wanted to commemorate all this freaky shit–if they didn’;t go to jail first!

Bakura was grunting loudly, as was Seto, who was close to coming. Otogi was also getting close, and Yami was as well. He didn’t want to choke Ryou, so he pulled out of his mouth quickly, but stood next to Bakura’s face, jerking off as well right by the other Egyptian’s face. Suddenly, Ryou screamed and flooded Joey’s throat with his release, setting off a chain reaction. Otogi shrieked and came next, flooding Bakura’s ass with his release as Bakura came inside Ryou, who’d passed out. Seto groaned and came in Bakura’s mouth, some getting on his face, and Yami did the same thing, getting his release on Bakura’s cheeks and chin. Bakura looked like a slut in a porn movie with all the creamy release on his face, which was promptly licked off by Seto, Otogi and Yami....

Yugi set the camera down, keeping it trained on the three men as they licked off Bakura’s face, and he rode Joey into the wild blue yonder, both of them so turned the hell on it didn’t take them but a few minutes to come together wildly, both screaming in pleasure as Yami, Seto, Otogi and Bakura licked up Yugi’s release from Joey’s stomach.

When everybody was finished, Bakura wrinkled his nose at the scent of sex so heavy in the air. He turned around behind him–and got the shock of his life. Everywhere, everybody in the club was fucking like bunnies as the DJ turned “Confusion” back on in time with the still-flashing red lights. He laughed out loud, then rose from the ground gracefully as he asked Yami and Seto to dress his still-unconscious boyfriend quickly so they could get the hell out of the club before the cops came.

The rest of the Jewels and their lovers–having bought their clothes down with them–also dressed themselves quickly, Yugi grabbing his camera and running out behind the crew as they were ushered quickly out of the club to their waiting limos, nobody in a shape to drive as they were worn out, and Bakura had been drinking too much to ride his bike.

Seto told everybody to head on to the limo and that he forgot something in the club. They nodded and herded themselves in quickly, waiting for him a block down the street. Seto went back inside, and saw the Dj at the booth, who was still getting his cock sucked by some guy while he spun ‘Confusion’ through the speakers. The DJ handed him an envelope, and Seto handed him one, full of cash as he turned to walk out. Once outside, he opened the envelope, and looked at the papers inside–the deed and title to the club, made out to Millennium Gold, naming Seto, Yami, Bakura and Otogi-- the four sole owners of the club. He chuckled to himself, walking down the street to the waiting limo, which had parked a block away and waited around a corner. He whistled to himself, then hummed the lyrics to ‘Confusion’ as he walked down the street.

You just can't believe me
When I show you what you mean to me
You just can't believe me
When I show you what you cannot see

There certainly wasn’t any confusion in any of their minds anymore. Ryou’s inhibitions had died this night... along with all of theirs. Sex in a public place... maybe I should talk to the guys and see how they’d like to set up public place dates like this for their more.... ‘daring’ customers, Seto mused as he climbed in the limo, still humming the song with the deed to the club in hand.

Confusion...

~~Owari~~

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HAHAHAHA!!! How’d ya like them apples? I sure as hell did, and I listened to the song in question the whole time I typed this fic! I will never be able to watch Blade again...

The scene from the club–involving the red lights pulsing in time with that music–happened to me in two different places when I was in the Air Force. It happened once in Germany at a kick ass rave, and again in Tokyo, at an awesome club out there in the Shibuya district. I had a BLAST both times!!! The idea with the cage screw came from Club Yak’s in Regina, Canada, where I spent many a weekend in the Air Force partying my ass off! Someone did screw once in a cage like that at Yak’s and the club got shut down, and everybody got kicked the hell out! I’ll never forget those times, nor my travels and the friends I made across seas. This memory is for you!

Now, I will be posting Amelda/Seto tomorrow, I do believe... or if not tomorrow, Monday, tops... I am loaded down at the job with work for this freakin’ inspection, and it sucks so bad, because it detracts from my writing time! *sniffles* I apologize in advance if I take too long on the next chapter, but I do love and appreciate all your wonderful reviews and suggestions!

Oh yeah, and to the reviewer who asked me who my fave Beyblader is–I’d have to say Kai. There’s something about him that I love! *big smooch*

Tequila is NO JOKE!!! And the worms are no joke, either... I hear they absorb a great deal of tequila, so eating one is like drinking a shitload of tequila straight. Interesting!

Until the next phile!!!

Her Supreme Hentainess,

Keysha