Four-Sided Triangle

Title: Four-Sided Triangle (5 of 6)
Author: Tsutsuji
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh
Pairings: Bakura/Yami, Ryou/Yugi, and implied B/R and YY/Y
Rating: NC17.
Warnings: Lime. semi-non-consensual (but non-violent) m/m sex.
Type: yaoi/slash
Status: complete
Spoilers: mmm, don't think so.
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyright to these characters and I'm making no profit from this fic and intend no copyright infringement.
Spell-checked and self-beta'd. Please inform me of any typos. Edited 10/05
Feedback: much appreciated.

Summary: Across the boundaries of reality, Yugi shares in Yami's pleasure as Yami meets Bakura's challenge....

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Chapter 5: The Second Task
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Yami still had the taste of Bakura in his mouth, and while it wasn't as unpleasant as he might have expected, it did nothing to inspire him in the task at hand. He now remembered the exact words of Bakura's challenge: you will bring me, and yourself as well, to sexual climax. In his determination to answer Bakura's demand to service him orally, he'd nearly forgotten about the second part of that. Now, he had to find a way to bring himself to orgasm, with the critical eyes of the Spirit of the Ring upon him the whole time.

It was not going to be nearly as simple as the first part of the game had turned out to be.

In fact, he thought with a flicker of suspicion, the first part had been almost too easy. He expected much more resistance from Bakura, but instead the thief had been more helpful than he needed to be so far. Yami began to get the feeling that there was something else going on here, some hidden meaning to this game that he had not yet realized.

But he had accepted the challenge under the conditions of a Shadow Game, so there was nothing he could do but follow through. Only by doing so would he both save Yugi and perhaps find out what Bakura was really up to, if indeed he did have a hidden motive.

He decided he might as well make it as easy on himself as Bakura would allow. He knelt up and pulled the tight black pants down, then sat back to pull them off completely, He was all too aware of Bakura's amused gaze as he unbuckled boots and belts, and struggled a little awkwardly to remove the last of his clothing.

Finally he knelt, sitting back on his heels, naked except for Yugi's studded leather collar and the Puzzle that still hung at his back. He did his best to ignore the heat of Bakura's gaze as he began to stroke himself.

His teenage body was very responsive, even if he wasn't exactly in the mood to be aroused. He knew that he might be able to reach orgasm with the most basic stimulation, but he also knew that this would probably not satisfy Bakura. He'd have to make a better show of it than that.

Yami closed his hand firmly around his growing length, and with the other hand he gently squeezed his balls. His eyes fell closed as he focused on the sparks of pleasure this gave him, trying to lose himself in the sensations.

He spread his knees, allowing his hands better access - and allowing Bakura a better view as well. The slight sound of appreciation from his one-person audience was encouraging. He let his movements became more dramatic, and his cock grew harder swiftly. It felt fine in his hand, and even better when he spit into his palm to provide a slicker stroke.

Yes, it felt good. It felt good to be touched even if it was by his own hand - and it had even felt good to be touched by Bakura, though he hated to admit it. His closeness of soul with Yugi was one of the finest things he'd ever experienced, especially since they'd become fully aware of each other. But it had been so very long since he'd felt these sensations that he couldn't deny the need growing inside.

He would never admit it to Bakura, but he had thought of Yugi, briefly, to his own surprise, as he took the thief's cock in his mouth earlier. It had helped him get over his initial revulsion to remember that he was doing this to save Yugi's soul from the Shadow Realm.

At that moment it had flashed unexpectedly into his mind that if he had been doing to Yugi what he was doing to Bakura, he would be tender and patient, carefully and slowly bringing the young one to the peak of pleasure - a method that would surely never work for Bakura. So he had shoved this thought of Yugi aside and concentrated on how to get the greatest response from his opponent. He'd even begun to enjoy himself as he discovered what movements of tongue and lips made Bakura moan.

Now as he pleasured himself, the thought of Yugi made him pause for a moment. It suddenly occurred to him that this was, in fact, Yugi's body he was touching. He knew Yugi had sexual feelings, and that his dreams woke him sometimes in a state of arousal, although he wasn't aware that his teenage partner had ever touched himself like this. Perhaps this was something else he could teach his young protégé.

That thought gave him a surprisingly strong pang of pleasure, even of longing. But he also felt a surge of guilt as he continued to manipulate his body - Yugi's body. To answer the guilt, he renewed his resolve to appreciate Yugi more fully in the future, and to open up his heart to his partner, as it seemed he was still learning to do.

"You look good like that, Yami," the thief said in a low voice, breaking into his thoughts.

Yami scowled at the interruption without opening his eyes to look at Bakura, but he noticed that the appreciation sounded genuine.

"So aroused, so wanton," Bakura continued, his voice growing softer and deeper. "Are you getting close yet?"

Yami opened his eyes to find Bakura's face inches from his own. He was his leaning forward, his hands on the ground by Yami's knees. His eyes were heavy-lidded, smoldering; his smile was seductive.

"Does it feel good? Is your own hand going to be enough, or do you need my help?"

Yami's brain was a little clouded by his arousal, and the tone of the question confused him. It should have been sarcastic, but it wasn't. Still, he would have answered "no!" if he'd had a few more seconds. But by then Bakura's lips were touching his, and a long-fingered hand was sliding sensually up his thigh.

"Mm?" he mumbled questioningly against Bakura's lips. He was shocked as much by his own response as by Bakura's actions. The touch sent a line of liquid fire through his nerves to the base of his cock.

Yami shuddered as conflicting urges threatened to overwhelm him. To touch himself was pleasant, but to be touched by another was so much more stimulating. But this was Bakura, his enemy, the evil Spirit who had taken Yugi's soul away just to force him into this horrific game. How could he let this man's touch feel so good?

Bakura kissed him. As those firm lips softened against his, Yami couldn't help but close his eyes and sink into that kiss. Bakura's lips gently pried his open and his tongue slipped in, but only to coax Yami's outward. Taking the hint, even though it seemed illogical, Yami pressed the tip of his tongue between Bakura's lips and into a hot, welcoming mouth.

Bakura's other hand was on his shoulder, gently but firmly pulling him forward. The hand on his thigh nudged Yami's fingers at the root of his erection, making it dance. At the same time Bakura sucked hard on his tongue.

A startled moan escaped Yami. He invaded Bakura's mouth, demanding more. The Thief complied, sucking harder, as if in return for the action Yami had performed on him earlier.

Soon Yami was gasping for breath and had to pull away. His arousal, which had built slowly and reluctantly under his own hand, had now flared to fullness, and his cock strained against his hand.

With his face pressed against Bakura's, he tried to catch his breath and regain control of himself. But he gasped again as Bakura ran his fingertip up the length of his hardness and caught the drop of fluid that had appeared at the tip.

"Why...?" he breathed against Bakura's cheek.

"Mm?" Bakura responded lazily.

Yami tried to ignore the way Bakura's other hand had crept from his shoulder to the back of his neck, warm and firm there but not demanding. He took another shaking breath and tried to speak again.

"Why are you helping me? Or are you?"

"Why shouldn't I?" Bakura's smile seemed more mischievous than dangerous, and his eyes seemed clouded with lust. "It's my game. Why can't I help my opponent along if I choose to?"

Yami frowned at him.

"As I said, you look good like this," Bakura continued. "And you feel even better." His lips grazed Yami's cheek. "After so long without a touch, in the darkness...."

Yami thought he understood at last. A surprising feeling of compassion for Bakura mingled with his body's awakened desire, although underneath, his mistrust remained.

"If you wanted this, you could have asked for it in some other way," he said, gently though still a little gruffly. "You did not have to involve Yugi and your Other Self."

"It was necessary," Bakura said simply.

He forestalled Yami's question of why it was necessary by simultaneously claiming his mouth in another deep kiss and wrapping his agile fingers around Yami's cock. In a few seconds Yami had forgotten the question.

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"Yugi..."

Yugi had never heard his name said like that before. No one had ever murmured it against his skin, kissing his name with soft lips over his collarbone, down his chest, across his stomach. He had never known his skin could be so sensitive to whispered breath.

What had happened, he wondered dizzily, staring sightlessly up at the dim sky. He'd meant to comfort his friend who seemed so vulnerable, so sad and frightened. He'd felt such a wonderful surge of affection for Ryou, and such pleasure in seeing his smiling eyes when he pulled him close. And then he'd felt that rush of delight, embarrassed but pleased when Ryou had revealed his hidden attraction to him.

He'd hardly guessed what it would lead to. He never expected to end up with Ryou making love to him. Because that's what it was. It must be. Nothing else could feel this good.

All of his fleeting fantasies and stray moments of arousal had only hinted at the intense pleasure he was feeling now. When Ryou first took him in his mouth, he was overwhelmed. Surprise and doubt that Ryou or anyone else would actually want to do this was washed away in that flood of sensation.

If Ryou hadn't slowed down and pulled away almost immediately, he might have come in seconds. To his mixed relief and disappointment that hot suction had ceased after a few seconds... long, mind-bursting seconds that nearly sent him flying over the edge.

Just when Yugi's thoughts were beginning to clear back to doubtfulness, Ryou started in again. This time he went slower, with more gentle lapping and less suction. It was much less intense, but it made Yugi feel like he was melting somewhere deep inside.

His whole body felt so wonderfully sensitized that he could feel every strand of Ryou's soft hair in his fingers, and on his stomach where it fell as Ryou's head bobbed up and down over him. He was hardly aware of lifting his hips and helping Ryou remove the rest of his clothing out of the way, but he felt every touch of cool fingertips on his naked skin as Ryou's hands caressed his thighs and slid underneath him. Long fingers gently kneaded his ass, lifting him off the hard ground.

He shuddered as Ryou lifted his head, feeling both the loss of the hot mouth and a sense of relief. He felt that he could use a moment to catch his breath, slow his racing heart, and maybe clear his mind a little. But Ryou didn't give him much chance to think. The hot mouth was replaced by a warm, firm hand slowly pumping his stiff cock, and then he felt a hot tongue curl around his balls, lapping eagerly and dipping lower.

Yugi realized that he was squirming, making sounds he didn't even recognize as his own voice, both questioning and encouraging. He felt a brief flush of shame, and a more urgent wish that he could do something for Ryou in return. He tried to at least say Ryou's name, but all that came out was a moan.

Suddenly it was all too much, or maybe it was not enough... he needed something else, something more, but he didn't know what.

He half sat up, using his hands in Ryou's hair to slow him down. He needed to see Ryou's face, and touch him...

Ryou lifted his head. His deep brown eyes were half closed in a blissful smile which quickly changed to a look of concern.

"Please, Ryou..." Yugi managed to say.

"I'm sorry, Yugi, do you want me to stop?" he asked. Yugi was moved to another strong wave of affection by the sound of disappointment in his voice.

"No! Don't stop, but..." He saw the look of hopeful longing on Ryou's face, and suddenly knew what he needed. "Come here," he said, tugging gently at Ryou to come up and be near him.

Ryou's face was lit again by that soft smile. Yugi pulled him down on top of him, kissing him deeply and wrapping his short legs around Ryou's hips. He was happy to hear that this made Ryou sigh, and excited to feel the hardness pressing through Ryou's jeans against him.

He longed for more contact, and he wanted so much to make Ryou feel as good as he felt right now. He didn't know quite what to do, but getting Ryou's clothes out of the way seemed like part of it. He tried to slide his hand between their sweat-slick bodies.

Ryou raised himself up a little to place more kisses on Yugi's hair and face, nuzzling the damp bangs plastered to his forehead. Yugi waited with as much patience as he could manage while Ryou pushed his jeans down out of the way. Then he pulled Ryou back down between his legs and wrapped his arms around the slim body. Their voices mingled in moans as their erections slid alongside each other.

Ryou sighed into Yugi's hair. His gentle weight pinned Yugi safely to the ground and Yugi clung to him with arms and legs, touching every inch of skin he could reach. Pleased with the sounds of pleasure coming from him, Yugi flexed his hips upward, and Ryou began to thrust against him in time.

It was perfect, Yugi thought, and it could go on forever, even though he knew every thrust was bringing him closer to the edge.

But suddenly he remembered what all this pleasure had driven from his mind: there was a Shadow Game going on, and his Other Self was dueling for their lives. He felt a wave of guilt to be enjoying himself so intensely while Yami was battling the other Bakura. Then the guilt transformed into a feeling of love and appreciation for Yami no Yugi, knowing that he would be doing whatever he had to do to win his freedom.

His thoughts splintered again as Ryou's tongue flicked into his ear, sending a shuddering wave of pleasure right from that point of wet contact to the root of his cock. And then he found himself wishing he could share this pleasure with Yami.

With that stray thought he whimpered loudly. His hips bucked rapidly, and suddenly all of his pleasure and longing exploded from him in blinding waves.


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Yami remained lost for the moment in the deep kiss. With Bakura's hand around his own pumping his erection, he had barely noticed when another hand slid around behind him. The warm palm against his ass felt good too. He let Bakura pull him up and forward, until he found himself in the taller man's lap.

Somehow, Bakura managed to get his own legs under Yami's body, so he was now straddling Bakura's hips. Bakura now pulled him close with both hands, so that Yami's erection was against his firmly muscled stomach. Giving in to an urgent desire for more contact, he wrapped his legs around Bakura and pressed himself against the lean body. From this position he was able to pause for a moment to gaze down at his opponent's face.

Bakura's gaze seemed distant, his eyes shadowed by his wild mane of hair which was gleaming silver in the twilight. Then suddenly he focused on Yami again, and smiled.

"Now, Yami no Yugi," he said, "It's time for you to come for me."

Bakura's hand on Yami's ass pulled him firmly against his warm body, slick with sweat. Yami realized Bakura's half-hard cock was snugged up under him, but Bakura seemed more concerned with Yami's weeping erection as he reached between them to join Yami's hand again around it.

Yami closed his eyes and moaned aloud.

The thought of Yugi suddenly filled his mind like a flare. He imagined his partner sharply, as if he could clearly see his young, glistening body arched and shuddering in its own climax. The vision nearly stopped his breath.

Yami gave one single harsh, wordless cry before his orgasm exploded from him, spilling hotly onto his hand and Bakura's stomach. He shuddered with long, rasping breaths as the last waves of it passed through him.

He fell limply against the taller body. As his climax subsided, he struggled to capture that vision of Yugi again, but it had faded from his mind like a dream.

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Continued and concluded in part 6, with the final outcome of the game and Bakura's true motivation revealed.
That's three out of four orgasms, if you're keeping count.)