A Series of One Shots

THE MAN WHO CAME TO DINNER

“Come on, just real quick. I promise.” Yami pleaded, nibbling on his hikari’s neck.

“No Yami, they will be here any minute!” Yugi retorted, setting out the last of the silverware before turning around to find his Yami staring at him quite lustily. He tried moving to the right, Yami moved to the right. He moved to the left, Yami moved to the left.

Yugi let out a sigh of agitation, throwing his hands up as he remained blocked.

“You’re not going to leave me alone until I give in are you?”

Yami grinned, quickly nodding his head. Yugi just rolled his eyes, checking that everything was ready for their dinner with Ryou and Bakura. Yugi had planned a little ‘sorry-for-trying-to-kill-your-yami-and-we-forgive-yours-for-trying-to-take-over-the-world-and-almost-getting-us-all-killed’ kind of dinner for the four of them.

As he leaned over to adjust a plate of his sparkling glassware, two hands moved slowly up his sides while something else lay firmly pressed against his backside. Yami rubbed against Yugi suggestively, letting his hands run over Yugi’s sensitive areas. The boy braced the table for support, desperately trying to not give in to those hands that kept grazing over his nipples, groin and stomach.

“You’re terrible.” Yugi gasped as Yami firmly grasped his crotch, giving it deep, hard rubs through the fabric of his pants. Yami chuckled, his hot breath hitting the nape of the boy’s neck as he spoke in his ear, careful to make sure his lips brushed against his ear with each stressed word.

“I know you like this aibou or you wouldn’t be breathing like that.”

Yugi lazily shook his head. “No.” He panted, his head falling back on his yami’s shoulder as his pants were unzipped, a hand creeping inside, fondling his manhood.

“Please.” Yami whispered, licking the curve of the boy’s ear. Yugi nodded, grinning sheepishly as he heard Yami quickly tear his pants off and bend his light over the table.

“Hurry mou hitori no boku.” Yugi panted, gripping the sides of the table as Yami thrusted himself in.

Yugi cried out slightly, gritting his teeth as he tore slightly.

“Sorry.” Yami gasped. Yugi just nodded, pushing back.

“Just go.”

“With pleasure.” Yami grinned, gripping Yugi’s hips as he began a steady pace.

“Ohhh Yami faster. Oh god that’s good.” Yugi pleaded, letting his head rest against the table.

“Thought we didn’t have time?” Yami teased, obeying his aibou’s wish.

All Yugi could manage was a grunt, biting his lip as Yami struck his bundle of nerves.

“Oh god…oh Yami…”

“Aibou.”

“Well well well…”

Yami and Yugi’s heads shot up, gasping at the white haired figure that stood framed in the doorway. The two quickly separated, Yugi hiding behind Yami to hide his erection while the pharaoh grabbed a plate to hide his. Yugi’s face was bright red, banging his head against Yami’s back while the other just grinned sheepishly.

Bakura smirked, thoroughly amused by the situation as he watched them splutter for excuses.

“Couldn’t wait huh?” He leered.

“We just…um…we…” Yugi stuttered.

Bakura chuckled, “Pretty path-“

“BAKURA!”

Immediately the thief’s eyes went wide with fear, whirling around to find a very pissed Ryou standing in the door, arms laden with heavy trays and boxes. He threw the boxes down at his feet.

“I told YOU I needed HELP!” Ryou yelled, stepping over the boxes and stomping over to Bakura.

“I—I’m sorry.” Bakura muttered, quickly running to the boxes and collecting them in his arms.

Ryou sighed, watching him before turning his attention to Yami and Yugi who still stood in their comprising position. Ryou looked between them a few times, an awkward silence following before Ryou broke out in a devious grin.

“Should we have been ‘fashionably late’?”

The two nodded, watching as Bakura shuffled past and neatly placed the boxes on a nearby table.

“Bakura! Not there idiot! In the kitchen!” Ryou yelled.

“Yes Ryou.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes Ryou-sama.” Bakura said, trying to ignore Yami and Yugi’s wide-mouthed stares.

Ryou just stood there smirking, Yami and Yugi growing more uncomfortable as each minute passed. Ryou peeked in the doorway to the kitchen, making sure Bakura was doing it right. Yami took the opportunity to whisper quickly in Yugi’s ear.

“I really wanna finish.”

Yugi sighed, “Shut up!”

Bakura shuffled in behind Ryou. Yami and Yugi straightening up.

“Um…can you guys leave so we can get dressed?” Yugi awkwardly asked. Ryou chuckled whispering something in his yami’s ear. Bakura’s eyes went wide, a wide grin creeping to his face.

“Really?” Bakura asked in disbelief. Ryou shook his head, before whispering something else. Bakura nodded furiously, grinning like a maniac.

The two broke apart, Ryou cleared his throat. “You may finish what you were doing. But…”

“I’d like you to let Bakura join in.”

Yami and Yugi just stared, unable to form any coherent words.

Ryou held up a hand, “Don’t worry, Bakura is used to being uke. And I’ll make sure dinner gets finished.” Ryou smiled politely.

“Why…why…” Yami started, barely able to speak.

Ryou looked fondly at Bakura, ruffling his hair. “Bakura has been very good lately and he deserves an award.” Ryou smiled, kissing his yami on the cheek who immediately blushed.

“But I thought…aren’t you…why is he…” Yugi scratched his head in confusion.

Ryou just giggled, “I’ll go put the pie in the oven.”

Once Ryou had left, the three stared at each other, waiting for someone to speak or make a move. Yami shuffled nervously from foot to foot, somehow managing to stay hard throughout all that had happened. Yugi on the other hand was already back to being limp as a noodle, having lost it all when he had the crap scared out of him by Bakura’s dominating presence. The three stood in silence before they were startled by a loud yell from the kitchen.

“This will be ready in 20 minutes so better get a move on!” Ryou shouted. “Bakura!”

“Yes?”

“Strip!” Bakura nodded, quickly taking all of his clothes off, and neatly placing them out of the way. He made his way over to the pair with a purpose, taking the plate out of Yami’s hands and pushing him back enough to kneel in front of him.

“Whoa whoa wait a minute. Are you trying to tell me…that the great king of the thieves is going to suck me off?” Yami asked in disbelief.

Ryou politely smiled, stepping into the room, already clad in a bright yellow apron and spatula in hand. He nodded curtly once, “Kura behaves much better now, don’t you yami-chan?” Bakura nodded, taking a firm hold of Yami’s cock, making the pharaoh jump slightly before a wide grin appeared, looking down at the sight upon him.

“Boy are you in for a night!” Ryou called with a chuckle, banging a few pots and pans around.

Yugi watched as Bakura wasted no more time, giving one hard lick to the underside of Yami’s shaft, eliciting a long moan from the pharaoh. He let his tongue swirl around the swollen head, lightly sucking on it while his tongue traced its sensitive slit. Yugi could feel his own cock tingling as he watched Bakura take his yami’s length in his mouth, deep throating him and earning a lustful growl.

Yugi stepped closer behind Yami, pushing his hands up under his shirt, his fingers lightly brushing over his nipples.

“Come here aibou.” Yami groaned, grabbing Yugi’s chin to bring his lips to his. Yugi gave him a hard kiss, becoming more aroused by the situation as he heard Yami’s breathing quickening and knowing he was close to cumming as Bakura bobbed in and out. Yugi’s eyes fell onto Bakura’s body, blushing slightly as he took in the thief’s trimmed body and hard cock laying splayed against his chest. Yami’s hands dug into his light’s pants, pushing them down so they lay around his ankles. He took his hardening erection in hand, causing the boy to gasp as he gave it smooth and steady jerks.

“I want you to come with me.” He grunted in the light’s ear, running his tongue down his jaw line before shoving it into the boy’s mouth to search its every crevice.

“Yaaaamiiiii…” Yugi whimpered into his mouth, gripping his shoulders hard at the build-up, ready to explode at any moment. Yugi kept his eyes on Bakura, watching in a lustful stare as the thief’s lips encased Yami’s throbbing cock. He about lost it when Bakura snaked a hand down and began steadily jacking himself off. The thief rumbled a low groan, pleasured by his own ministrations, the deep vibrations traveling over Yami’s cock, straight up his spine. Yami let out a howl, throwing his head back and needlessly bucking into Bakura’s mouth.

Yugi bit his lip hard as Yami pumped him faster, he let his head rest in the nape of the pharoah’s neck, breathing quite ragged. His fingers clawed up and down Yami’s chest, unable to hold on any longer. With a whimpered cry he came, grasping desperately onto his dark before his legs gave out. Moments later, Yami roared to completion, letting his hands dig into Bakura’s locks as his hot cum oozed into the thief’s willing mouth.

Bakura continued giving small laps to Yami’s dying erection, savoring its taste. Ryou shuffled in, placing various foods on the table, barely giving the scene a second glance.

“Don’t worry about preparing him, and just so you know, this will all be ready in 11 minutes.” Ryou chirpily added before disappearing back into the kitchen.

At Ryou’s words, Bakura turned around from Yami, still on his knees before bending over onto all fours. Yami looked down before looking back at Yugi.

“I want you to fuck him.” He growled, moving the boy in front of him. Excitement and fear raced through Yugi, he looked back hesitantly at his partner.

“Me?” He gulped, looking back at Bakura’s willing body. Yami nodded, running his hands over Yugi’s fevered skin.

“And I’ll take you.” Yugi grinned, heart racing as he lined himself to Bakura’s entrance. Yami walked around, wanting to get a good view before he joined in too. Bakura’s head was down, his hair falling over his face as he waited, Yugi slowly pushed in, his face contorted in pleasure and strained control as he pressed himself in to the hilt.

“Oh god Yami…soooo…so good.” Yugi looked to his dark, who nodded, stroking himself as he watched his aibou slowly pull out and push back in. Bakura’s head was thrown back with a strangled cry.

“Hit that spot again aibou.” Yami commanded. Yugi nodded, thrusting in harder and delighting in Bakura’s whimpering cry every time.

“Good.” Yami moaned, letting his fingers run over his cock, feeling it harden again under his touch.

Yugi took slow thrusts, overwhelmed with the tight, heated sensation of being inside someone. His fingers gripped Bakura’s pale flesh, spreading his legs as he felt Yami’s presence move to behind them. Yami ran his hands up Yugi’s glistening back side, grabbing his ass and letting his fingers run over its curves.

“Please Yamiiii.” Yugi whined, pressing against him. Yami pressed himself against Yugi’s entrance and plunged in with a quick thrust. Yugi toppled onto Bakura’s back with a howl.

“Come on aibou, don’t give in yet.” He encouraged.

“Its…its so hard mou hitori no boku…feels so…good.” Yugi managed, straightening himself up as the three got a steady rhythm.

“It will get better.” Yami whispered into his ear, thrusting himself hard into the boy. Yugi and Bakura let out desperate cries, Bakura feeling it double-fold as his nerves were struck head on.

“Faster Yami faster!” Yugi pleaded, ramming into Bakura as fast and hard as he could and hoping to feel the same thing from his dark. Yami took up the same frantic rhythm, pummeling into Yugi’s constricted heat as long as he could, making sure to hit Yugi’s magic spot every time. Gritting his teeth, Yugi clung onto any self-control he had left, desperately trying to fight off his climax as long as he could.

“Touch Bakura aibou.” Yami grunted. Yugi reached down, taking a hold of Bakura’s thick erection.

“Aw fffuck.” Bakura cried.

“NO TALKING BAKURA!” Ryou yelled from the kitchen. Bakura bit his lip as Yugi jerked him off at a rapid pace. His body twitched as he felt it build, writhing until he finally exploded with a whimpering cry. Yugi practically screamed as the muscles clamped down around him, frantically pounding into Bakura until he came deep inside him.

“AAhhhhh aibou!” Yami cried as he came seconds later. Their awkward rhythm lasted a few more bliss-filled moments before Yugi sank to his knees, Yami following soon after. The three lay in a tangle of limbs, fighting for breath and smiling lazily.

Ryou walked in, placing the last of the food on the table. “Hey, good timing. Bakura, feel better now?”

Bakura nodded with a lazy smirk, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Good. Now sit down, dinner is ready and I don’t want it going cold. By the way Yugi this mutton looks delicious.” Ryou complimented. Yugi got up with weak knees, starting to dress before Ryou’s hand shot out.

“Don’t be silly, you can do that later.” Ryou shook his head, pulling the chair out for Yugi to sit in. With a shrug, the three sat down, placing their napkins on their naked laps. Ryou motioned for them to all grab hands.

“Bakura? Would you like to do the honors?”

The thief cleared his throat before starting, “Thank you Lord for this food…”

OWARI

AN: I hope that doesn’t sound sacrilegious at the end. Lol. although, if you are reading yaoi, than you really shouldn’t be offended by that. ; ) Bless you all for putting up with my dry spells. And sadly, don’t expect anymore until the beginning of April. Its my last couple weeks in London and they are packed to the…what’s that saying? Packed to the…okay, I don’t know. HAPPY EASTER!!

LOVE YOU ALL!!

GO CHECK OUT NEW STORY: THIS IS MY CHANCE! (DUKE X TRISTAN)

REVIEW REPLIES:

will be added on next time because the internet is the devil. xxoo