Rivals With Benefits

First Things First: As always, many thanks to everyone who’s read and reviewed this story. I lovingly dedicate this chapter to ACIDFLOWER. Without her encouragement, I probably would have gone about things very differently. And Kat, thanks again for the lyrics, you have no idea how PERFECT they are! Cami, there’s a sugary sweet Yugi/Ryou lemon here, although I think it appears in a way you might be surprised by. And everyone, this is the worst cliffhanger I’ve ever written. You’ve been officially forewarned. And this is a warning… if you thought that chapter 4 was intense… you ain’t seen nothing yet… I also have written the ending to this story…and I think it fits…it’s happy but things don’t out out the way you’re probably expecting. (Cackles evilly in the distance) The chapter title is from Prodigy. And the lyrics here, I think fit wonderfully… I recommend listening to Orgy…since I was while writing a good portion of this chapter. Please review…and yes, I know… I really am a bitch… But at least that’s something I’m good at.


Disclaimer: No own nothing… no songs, no lyrics, and no YGO.


Chapter 5: Smack My Bitch Up


Rolling dice and seeming queer
Bastard love’s a sick affair
Let’s see what new disease you’ll fetch
I mean that fucking you is strange
And adored by me throughout
Oh no it’s you again
Blessing you with every kiss

So precious you know this hate of mine exploded
I’m so deranged you know
I will never be the same

Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness cause your the death of me
So precious loving the thrill
Tying yourself to me
Stitch up my emptiness cause your the death of me
So precious loving the thrill

~ Stitches
Orgy


Take this, you know what I want
you take what you need
I'll give you whatever it takes to get you off
the chains that hold you to your life
you live with no direction
I can grant you the addiction
orgasmic constant pleasure
from fucking pain

~ Master
Razed in Black


Yami’s tear- soaked pillowcase joined the pile of sheets on the floor in his bedroom. His aibou liked to do the wash on Wednesdays. And Yami knew better than anyone that his sheets needed it. But then again, who was he trying to fool here? His bed linen wasn’t the only thing needing a wash.

He needed his soul purified.

He had been in contempt with his inner-self since the situation with Seto Kaiba had first started, long before it had the chance to turn into a devastating relationship. Depression, self-hatred, and burning desire…what the Hell was he doing… He was obviously trying to kill himself… commit suicide…

“Yami, did you strip your bed?” Yugi poked his head into the room.

“Yes, Aibou.” Yami picked up the bundle.

“Yami, you okay? You have a funny look on your face.”

“I’m fine, Little One.” Eventually, if I’m lucky. He had cried himself to sleep last night, and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why.

“Did you eat yet, Yami?” Yugi asked, helping his dark self ga the the discarded bed sheets and haul them out of the room. “I was going to make grilled cheese sandwiches.”

“No, I didn’t eat, Aibou.”

“Want me to make you one?”

“No. I’m not hungry.” Yugi shot him a look over his shoulder, but said nothing. Yami was depressed and deeply troubled, and he was powerless to help him. Bakura had told him that he had a good feeling he knew who it was but needed further proof. Until he got it he wasn’t saying anything to Yugi.

That couldn’t be a good sign.

Gods only knew who the Hell Yami’s torturer was. This guy had obviously hurt Yami deeply.

“So, Aibou, how did things go last night?” Yami asked, changing the subject as he dumped his pile on top of Yugi’s linen on the kitchen floor. “Did you and Ryou finally take that big step?”

“Do I look like someone who’s fucked anyone to you, Yami?” Yami quirked an eyebrow. “Sorry, I’m just sexually frustrated.”

“I thought you said that last night was going to be the night, Aibou.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too. But just as things were going there… Ryou says he has to go to the bathroom. And by the time he came back, the mood was over.”

“Have you considered what I’ve been saying, Yugi? That Ryou’s just not prepared to take that step yet? Maybe you should stop pressuring him. Your virginity is a gift you can only give one time. Which is why you must truly love and trust the other person very much.”

Yugi rolled his eyes. The last thing he needed was a lecture from his other, when said other was a walking contradiction. He had hopped in the sack with some random guy… if the guy really loved Yami he would let everyone know about their relationship…not try to hide it…and certainly not batter his yami the way he was.

“Aibou, I think it would help things if you and Ryou had another chat.”

“There’s nothing else to talk about, Yami. He told me he wanted to. Thed jud just got killed last night.”

“Are you sure? Because it sounds to me like you’re thinking with the wrong head, Little One.”

“No, Yami, that’s your job.” Yami’s eyes darkened at the remark. “I understand you worry about Ryou and me, but your advice sounds a little hypocritical given the fact that you and your boyfriend, or whatever he is to you, fuck each other senseless, multiple times a day, like the apocalypse were coming next week.”

“My situation has nothing to do with you forcing Ryou when he’s obviously not ready. The fact that he went into the bathroom and stayed there until the mood was over speaks volumes, Little One. Do not take your hostility out on me because you’re sexually frustrated.”

“Easy for you to say, Yami. You obviously get it whenever you want. Or whenever your lover wants, as the case may be.”

“What are you insinuating, Aibou?” Yami’s voice deepened, and if Yugi didn’t know Yami would never do anything to harm him, he’d be very concerned.

“Is it like Bakura says, Yami? Are you some guy’s sex slave or something?”

“Great Ra, Yugi, what are you talking about?” Yami was unnerved, and couldn’t hide it.

“Just tell me, Yami. If you’re having trouble getting out of an abusive relationship there are programs we could go to. Counselors we could see.”

“Little One, as always, I appreciate the concern, but I am fine. I know I’ve been acting slightly withdrawn, but it is no reason to grow alarmed. I am in complete control of the situation.”

“So at what point did you start wearing collar’s with the words “Cum Slut” on them?”

Yami and Yugi met eyes. Instead of embarrassment, anger crept onto Yami’s face. Yugi shivered, wondering if he had made a mistake bringing up what he had discovered in Yami’s room earlier in the morning while retrieving dirty clothes.

“How dare you snoop around my things, Yugi.” Yami’s wine colored eyes darkened to a ruby color. “And you wonder why I’ve been blocking you out lately. At what point did I lose my privacy?”

“Yami, it wasn’t like that…”

“Aibou, I would appreciate it if you stopped trying to interfere in something you know nothing about.”

“I didn’t mean to find it, it was with your dirty clothes on the floor, honest…I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy. If you didn’t try to hide this from me I wouldn’t have to stumble on things like that.”

“If I wanyou you to know what was going on don’t you think I would have told you by now, Little One.” Yami’s tone was cruel. Yugi looked at Yami, his violet eyes dropping. Yami regretted what he had said to his precious hikari, but didn’t say anything to amend his statement.

Yugi took that as his cue to leave. Heartbroken he headed back upstairs to get more laundry.

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“Are you sure you’re going to be okay all by yourself, Seto?” Mokuba asked picking up his overnight bag.

“Yes. I have a lot of work to do tonight.” Mokuba looked at him and nodded. “Go ahead. Have a good time.”

“Okay, Seto, I will. Bye.” Mokuba gave Seto a small hug and left with his things. Seto sighed. He closed his eyes and decided on a little nap. Yami wouldn’t be over for a while yet, so he decided that he’d rest up.

Seto collapsed on top of the blue comforter. He was exhausted, although he really didn’t know why. He supposed it had been a long day at work. He had called Yami earlier to confirm their meeting for the evening and Yami sounded distracted. He said he was about to eat lunch when Seto called, which meant that something had to have happened.

Yami had all but given up on eating.

Yami sounded quite strange over the phone, so Seto spent the rest of the afternoon at work wondering what the cause could be. He was genuinely concerned, fearing that Yugi, or worse, Bakura, had finally figured out what was going on. He got the impression that Yami didn’t want to tell Seto what was really going on over the phone. It was anyone’s guess as to what it was that would better be said in person.

The fact that he spent so much of the day thinking about Yami only made him angrier. The pharaoh was most ainlainly not worth his time. But all day…all day long he wondered what his lover was doing. It was Yami’s fault he had been so distracted the entire day. He chalked it up to missing him physically. Once he fucked Yami for a while things would return back to normal.

At least he hoped so.

His feelings for Yami were very confused at the moment. He didn’t hate him, well not completely.

He didn’t love him either. At least not in the conventional definition.

So what did that leave him with? He cared about him, he worried about him, but at the same time, in the same instant he was frustrated and annoyed by his presence. This thing was bigger than the both of them. They were on an accelerating train, destination…who knew. Eventually, they were bound to crash. With each passing day the sex turned more and more violent… the fighting got worse and worse…the proximity was taking its toll. But at the same time, being separated hurt more.

Yami and Seto had actually made an appointment under assumed names to see a sex therapist. But the earliest they could be seen wasn’t until next Friday.

One of them could be dead by then.

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Ryou was certain that had been the doorbell. He ran down the stairs in his boxers and flung open the door, taking in the sight of his boyfriend standing on his porch, tears run down his cheeks.

“Honey, what happened?” Ryou asked, allowing Yugi to come into the house.

“Yami and me had a fight.”

“Oh, Yugi…it’s okay.” Ryou opened his arms and Yugi clung onto him. “What was it about?”

“Yami got mad at me saying he was blocking me out because he didn’t want me to know about what was going on in his life. And he thinks I’ve been snooping around. Which I really haven’t.”

“I’m sure he’s just upset about his boyfriend and took it out on you, Honey,” Ryou speculated, giving Yugi’s hair a gentle kiss. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

“Can I stay here a while? I don’t want to be home with Yami right now.”

“Of course you can, Yugi. You know you’re always welcome here. Bakura’s actually not home right now, so I had the place to myself anyway.”

“Where’d he go?”

“Out with Malik and Marik. I get the feeling he’s probably going back to their place when they’re finished causing havoc.”

“Oh…” Ryou smiled at the smaller teen and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Yugi, why don’t I make you feel better…would you like that?” Yugi nodded. “Here, we’ll go upstairs, that way you can be more comfortable.”

Yugi blushed a little. Having a good feeling he knew what his boyfriend was plotting. The last time Yugi had been upset like this Ryou had given him an amazing blowjob. He could only hope that Ryou had something very similar to that in mind.

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Seto opened the door after the fourth ring. He wasn’t used to answering the door, and he had forgotten giving the staff off for the evening. He had to make a mad dash downstairs after it dawned on him that he was truly alone in the house.

“What kept you?” Seto asked, letting Yami in.

“I had other things I had to do.”

“Like what?”

“Why is it your business?”

“I told you to be over about thirty minutes ago.”

“Blow me, Seto.”

“Later.” Yami rolled his eyes. He wasn’t in the mood tonight. If Seto wasn’t careful he was going to wind up being in a great deal of unwanted pain. “Let’s go…” Seto led the way to the dinning room.

“What is this?” Yami asked, looking at the dinner set for two.

“What’s it look like?” Yami and Seto met eyes. Seto sat down. “Eat.”

“I’m not hungry. I ate before I came here.”

“You’re full of it.”

“What is your obsession with what I’m putting in my mouth. What, do you have an oral fixation or something? Do you like getting head that damn much?”

“Fuck you, Yami. I’m tired of this eating disorder bullshit.”

“Don’t fucking swear at me.”

“Don’t fucking start this now, Yami. I swear to God. You can lie to Yugi, you can make excuses to his grandfather, and you can avoid your friends… But I’ll be damned if you’re going to play your little “I’ll be fine” routine on me.”

“I don’t need a bodyguard, don’t worry about me, Seto. I’m so done with your big bad protector crap. I can take care of myself.”

“Sit down and eat, and stop talking shit, Slut. I don’t have all night.”

“Go to Hell…”

“Do not test me tonight, Yami. It’s been a bad day. Now don’t open your mouth again unless it’s to put food in it.”

Yami, still standing picked up his plate, flipped it over and dropped it onto the floor…it shattering instantly.

Seto didn’t flinch.

“You’re going to pay for that, Yami. Mark my words. You will pay for that.”

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, you fucking bitch.” Seto stood up.

“You’re really asking for it now, Yami.”

“Kiss my tanned ass.”

“I will be receiving an apology for your little stunt tonight, Yami.”

“Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Talk is cheap, Seto.” Yami’s eyes flickered with disgust.

Seto smirked. “Remember everything you’re saying…because when I get finished with you tonight…”

“Blah blah blah…shut the fuck up. You’re not saying anything I haven’t already heard a million times over. Empty threats and narrowed blue eyes aren’t going to cut it anymore. It’s time to put your money where your mouth is.”

“Have it your way, Baby.” With no other warning, Seto advanced on Yami and shoved him up against the wall. Yami winced at the sudden jolt of pain as his shoulder slammed against a picture frame. “I’m going to enjoy this, Pharaoh.” You’You’re going to have to do better than that.” Yami grabbed Seto, capturing his bottom lip with his teeth. The kiss was savage…Seto bit down on Yami’s tongue…Yami moaning at the feeling of blood entering his mouth.

“Upstairs…now…” Seto demanded, his erection growing.

“Make me, Bitch.” Seto didn’t wait to comment, and picked Yami up and flung him over his shoulder.

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Ryou and Yugi lay comfortably on their sides, both teens naked, and kissing each other.

“You’re in a giggly mood tonight, Honey,” Ryou commented, placing a feathery kiss on Yugi’s neck.

“I’m always in this mood when I’m with you, Ryou.”

“Well, if you stop giggling for a few minutes maybe I can try again…” Ryou didn’t expect an answer as Yugi’s face turned serious. He watched as the white haired boy leaned over him and opened his mouth, slowly taking him in.

They had done this before, but every time felt like the first time…

Yugi shifted, lying on his back, letting the warmth of his boyfriend’s mouth intoxicate him.

“Oh, Ryou…you’re getting so good at this…”

“I’ve been practicing,” Ryou teased.

“With who?” Yugi teased back.

“Joey, Tristan, Duke…” Yugi rubbed his hands in Ryou’s hair.

“Well, tell them I’m grateful for their instructions… oh gods…Ryou…” Ryou’s moist mouth returned as he teased Yugi further with his ministrations. Yugi was small enough that he could take the entire thing into his mouth…something he had been embarrassed about before…but he enjoyed the little noises coming from his significant other.

So he swallowed Yugi completely.

“Ryou…this feels…so…good…” Ryou continued, bobbing his head a little. He promised his honey he’d make him feel better, and from the adorable little looks on Yugi’s face he was doing a pretty decent job at it. Yugi moaned, his hips bouncing up off the bed on their own.

“Ryou…um…don’t stop…please…” Ryou only quickened his pace a little, sucking harder. This had all been experimental, but it appeared whatever Ryou tried, Yugi liked. Ryou took Yugi out of his mouth only to slid a slippery wet tongue up the length of Yugi’s arousal.

“That feels good…do that again.” Ryou did. This time when he reached the tip he tickled the slit with his tongue. Yugi’s hips jumped again. Ryou was a little startled, but took Yugi back inside of his oral cy, iy, it feeling like a warm luscious bath for his cock.

“I’m almost…I’m almost done…Ryou…a little faster…” Ryou deep throated Yugi again, his mouth moving up and done, Yugi’s penis sliding in and out at an accelerated pace. His embarrassment was gone now, overridden by the sounds of joy emanating from his fellow hikari.

Yugi came, Ryou taking the seed into his mouth and swallowing most of it. A little dribbled out on his chin, Yugi opening his eyes and smiling. He found it cute the way the sticky substance was the same color as Ryou’s hair, and the way it blended in with his skin tone.

Ryou noticed Yugi staring at him and reddened.

“This is so silly, I feel like we’re a couple of blushing virgins here, Ryou…” Ryou leaned over and kissed him deeply. Yugi moaned at the contact, tasting his own essence on Ryou’s lips, his body already desperate for release… he was still upset about Yami, but Ryou was a good distraction.

“Honey, do you…do want to try?” Ryou whispered, his fingers still deeply entwined in Yugi’s spikes.

“Only if you want to, Ryou…have I been pressuring you?”

“No, honey…I’m just a little nervous…I don’t have a very high threshold for pain.”

Yugi giggled.

“I’m glad you find that so funny.”



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Seto threw Yami onto his bed, Yami’s head hitting the wall.

“Take of your clothes, Slut. If I have to do it for you I’m using a knife.”

“Be a man, Seto…take what’s yours…or are you more interested in being bitch tonight?” Yami sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Something tells me you want to be fucked. I’m happy to oblige.”

“Now why would I want that, when you’re the cunt in this relationship.”

“Please…”

“You have doubts, I’ll prove it to you.” Seto began removing his belt, Yami watched fascinated…his erection rubbing painfully in his leather pants. Nothing was hotter than his dragon taking off his clothes.

“That’s right, Sexy, get naked so I can tear apart your flesh with my big hard cock.”

“If you think you’re taking me tonight you’re in for a rude awakening.” Seto stepped out of his pants and tossed his shirt across the room. “This is my last warning, otherwise, I’m stripping you myself.”

“If you want to dominate me, you’re going to have to earn that right tonight, Seto. Cum slut’s hungry for your blood.”

“Youhavehave plenty of your own to taste if you don’t get undressed right now.” Yami laughed. “You think this is some kind of joke, Yami?”

“I think you’re a joke.” The brunet frowned, Seto’s eyes were quickly becoming dark. “I have to be honest with you, Seto. I’m disappointed. I’d thought you’d be an equal, but since this has begun it’s clear you’re not nearly as strong as I thought you were. Either that or you’re holding back for some strange reason. Something tells me this is all you’ve got, though.”

“Looking for pain tonight, Yami…is that why you’re provoking me?”

“I’m looking for a decent fucking…if what I’ve gotten so far is the best you can offer me, maybe it’s time I take over this dysfunction.”

“Come over here and say that, Yami…” Yami stood up, smirking like a demented gremlin.

“I think you’re a bitch, Seto. A scared little bitch who hides behind his stepfather’s name to make up for his own inadequacies. You were a scared little bitch when he was still alive, and you’re still that same little bitch now… frightened, fragile, and weak. A real man would put me in my place once and for all…”

Yami didn’t see Seto’s fist as it flew out at him. Seto connected with Yami’s jaw and Yami fell back, landing in front of the bed. Yami smiled. “Better.”

“There’s more to come, Slut,” Seto promised, walking over to him as Yami to to his feet.

“I should certainly hope so. Because that’s not going to cut it.” Seto pushed Yami onto the bed. Yami laughed as Seto crawled on top of him. “Ummmm…Dragon…” his voice was now husky, his warm breath tickled Seto’s face. “Kiss me, Dragon.”

Seto leaned in, but just before he could connect their lips, Yami’s teeth sunk into the juncture between Seto’s neck and shoulder. Seto cried out, Yami bit down harder.

“Die, Yami,” Seto screamed grabbing his neck. He stared at the blood now on his palm. Yami laughed.

“I just love the sight of you bleeding, Seto.” Yami got from underneath Seto’s legs, and stood up. Seto glared at him, holding his neck in pain. “You know what would be even hotter, if you were covered in it.”

Seto tackled Yami to the ground, Yami falling down hard. It was taking the very last of his control not to do something he’d later regret. Seto straddled him.

“I’ve had just about enough of you, Pharaoh.” The brunet billionaire showed Yami the knife that had been sitting in his hand, out of view. It was a small box cutter, but it had the desired affect. Yami’s penis stirred in his jeans.

“You going to use that on me, Dragon?” Yami asked, a smile on his face.

“Maybe I should fuck you with it, Slut.” Yami laughed. His jaw hurt a little from before…but he hadn’t been this aroused in a while.

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“Do you know what you’re doing, Honey?” Ryou asked, watching Yugi spill some of the baby oil onto the floor as he opened the top.

“Sort of…okay, no.”

“Come here, Yugi.” Yugi crawled back on the bed, suddenly very unsure of himself.

“Listen, if you’re still a little iffy about this you could um…do me first…” Ryou blushed at Yugi’s words. “I didn’t mean it to come out like that.” Ryou gave him another look. “No pun intended…about the come. I didn’t mean it like that…” Oh gods, I’m only making this worse.

“We agreed that you’d take me first. That way there’s less a chance of injury. You can hurt someone if you’re not careful.”

“You think I’m worried about that, Ryou?” Yugi squeezed his boyfriend’s dick mockingly.

“Yugi, you choke on it every time you try to take it into your mouth.” It was Yugi’s turn to blush.

“I only meant that I know you’d never hurt me…I trust you, Ryou. That’s why I want you to be my first.”

“What about love?” Ryou asked, giving Yugi a shy little smile.

“And because I love you very very much.” Ryou’s smile grew. “And you’re not bad looking either…for an albino.” Ryou pushed him.

“I am not an albino!”

“Touchy tonight.” Yugi giggled as he dodged more hits.

“You’re just lucky I’m so easily taken by big violet eyes. Otherwise, you’d be really in for it.”

“You can’t stay mad at me,” Yugi mentioned, kissing Ryou on the cheek.

“No, you’re right. I can’t. It’s the eyes I tell ya. That’s why I gave in to Malik the other day. His eyes were just too beautiful to resist.”

“Oh shut up!” Yugi leaned over to hit his lover-to-be, spilling baby oil on his chest.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, that was an accident. Here let me wipe it off.” Yugi rubbed at Ryou’s chest, working the alcohol based substance into the pale skin.

“You’re spreading it,” Ryou murmured, suddenly no longer remembering what it was they were teasing each other about.

“Sorry, Ryou.” Yugi moved to remove his hand, Ryou grabbing his wrist.

“Continue.” Yugi looked up into chocolate brown eyes, only they looked a little strange…like Ryou was being overtaken by Bakura or something. They were almost scary, but in a weird way, they were very pretty.

Ryou took the bottle from Yugi and allowed some of the liquid to coat his hands. He mimicked Yugi’s motions, running his hands up and down Yugi’s chest.

“Mmmm, Ryou…I like this…”

“Me too…Honey…”

Yugi moved so that he was on top of his taller boyfriend, he sat on Ryou’s lap, Ryou leaning against the headboard of his bed, hands roaming, continuing their sojourn.

“You’re so cut,” Yugi muttered to himself, rubbing his palm over a pink, hard nipple. “And I thought Joey and Tristan had nice bodies.”

“Oh shush…don’t tease me…”

“I’m not, your body is perfect. What do you want with a scrawny little shrimp like me?”

“You’re not scrawny. I like you just the way you are, Honey.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re trying to be nice.” Yugi wasn’t looking at him, his hands stilled on Ryou’s stomach. “Is that why you didn’t want to sleep with me? You’re not really all that attracted to me…”

“Don’t ever say that, Yugi.” Ryou looked at Yugi for a moment and got off the bed, opened a drawer and then returned. “Look at yourself, Honey. Look how attractive you are. You’re so cute.” He handed Yugi the mirror.

“I look like I’m twelve.”

“And I look like a girl.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yugi, you’re so beautiful, I don’t know why you’d think otherwise.” Yugi looked Ryou in the eyes while they both stared at their reflections in the mirror. He gently stroked a loving hand into his boyfriend’s hair. “This is my favorite part…besides your smile.”

“My hair, you like this anomaly?”

“Do you know how sexy it makes you look?” Ryou answered kissing Yugi on the shell of his ear.

“Sexy?”

“Bakura mentioned tha was was surprised I had managed to land you…back when we first started dating.”

“You’re lying.”

“Um um…” Ryou shook his head and took the mirror from Yugi’s hands. “I love you, Honey, because you’re beautiful inside and out.” Yugi cooed as Ryou kissed him, his kiss so sweet Yugi didn’t want to do anything to hurry it, or cause it to end quicker than it had to.

“I love you, Ryou,” Yugi sighed, contently.

“Make love to me, Honey.” Ryou’s hand stroked Yugi’s cheek. Yugi leaned in…tasting Ryou again.

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Yami went flying into another wall. “Get up, Pharaoh.”

“Fuck you.” Yami stood up. There were traces of blood on his face now, but he wasn’t sure what had caused it. Yami rammed into Seto, both boys falling to floor in a flurry.

The knife went flying, as Yami grabbed a hand full of Seto’s hair. Seto bit into Yami’s wrist until the shorter teen had no choice but to let the brunet locks go. Yami rubbed his bruised wrist, and Seto got the advantage, he scrambled for the knife and grabbed it.

“What were you saying about blood, Yami?”

Yami tried to escape, but Seto lunged for him, tackling him back to the ground. After another quick struggle, Seto sat on top of Yami’s legs on the ground, his erection grinding into the trapped boy’s underneath him. He took the knife and sliced into the cotton of Yami’s shirt, nicking him in a couple of places on his chest, as the material separated. Yami moaned as Seto carved the shirt off of him and then threw the shredded garment out of the way. Yami licked his lips as Seto’s tongue traceong ong where the faint little cuts appeared when he was done. When Seto finished tasting Yami’s blood he joined their lips in a brutal kiss…Seto immediately dominating.

“Let’s just hope your health insurance is up to date, Yami,” Seto whispered in his spirit’s ear. Yami eyes were now cloudedh luh lust.

“Fuck you, Prick. You’re so full of it.”

“You’re going to be the one full of it.”

Yami smiled again. “Hurt me, Dragon,” Yami demanded, his voice overcome with need.

Seto got off of Yami’s legs and began working the leather pants off…silently thanking any heavenly figure for Yami not liking to wear underwear.

“This ends here, Yami.”

“Fuck me hard until I beg for you to stop.” Seto smirked.

“Who said anything about stopping.”

“Do it, Seto.” SuckSuck me off first like a good little cum slut.” Yami smiled and sat up, while Seto sat on the bed. “Open your mouth and say, ahhhhh.” Yami crawled over to Seto obediently and took Seto into his mouth. The look in Yami’s eyes was lethal, like he could cause Seto even more pain at any second. At the same time Yami looked like he was truly enjoying what he was doing.

“Fuck, Yami.” Yami hummed a little song, as he deep throated the brunet. Seto hands went into the multi-colored hair of the whore at his feet. Yami was just too good at what he did… Yami used exaggerated movements to wet the tender shaft, knowing that this would probably be the only preparation Seto was using on him. The thought made him ache.

“That’s enough. Get on the bed.” Yami complied, spreading his legs and smirking.

“Don’t hold back this time, Dragon…I need it this way. Unless you’re scared.”

“You should be scared.”

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Yugi wiggled his baby oil laced body on top of Ryou, kissing him hard. If Yugi felt like a blushing virgin before he didn’t any longer. He wanted Ryou in the worst way. He knew he’d have to hold back, but he wasn’t sure how long his resistance was going to last.

“It feels okay now, Yugi. You can put another finger inside of me.” Yugi sat up a little and slipped another oil-drenched digit into Ryou’s tight tunnel. Ryou shifted a little, making a face.

“Should I stop?”

“It’s okay, go ahead.” Yugi moved his fingers in more, not really sure what he was trying to do…vaguely recalling that this was supposed to be pleasurable for both parties involved. “Don’t worry, Honey…I’m fine…it just feels a little strange right now…oh gods…” Ryou jumped suddenly.

“Did I hurt you?” Yugi asked, about to remove his three fingers.

“No, that felt good…whatever you just did…do it again…” Yugi wiggled them around atle,tle, feeling a little spot in side of Ryou.

“Holy…oh gods… Yugi… that’s really good…more…” Ryou panted as Yugi’s hands brushed against a sensitive spot deep inside of him. “Honey…I’m…it’s…oh gods…”

“If I recall health class, I think we just found your prostate, Ryou,” Yugi mused, watching the look of pleasure seeping onto the taller boy’s face.

“They don’t teach you this in health class, Honey…oh fuck…” Yugi giggled at the curse word.

“I bet they don’ach ach this either.” Yugi grabbed a hold of Ryou’s cock and started to stroke it, timing his hands movements perfectly. Ryou’s mouth made an “oh” shape as he moaned, the duel sensation of Yugi’s hands was thrilling.

“Don’t ever stop…EVER.”

Yugi giggled and continued, pulling at Ryou’s shaft roughly. Ryou’s hips bucked into the air. Yugi sat on his legs a little to keep Ryou more still.

He loved the look Ryou got when he finally released. Ryou was completely uninhibited when it came to this.

“Yugi… that was really good…” Ryou’s hair was now pressed against his head, soaked in sweat, baby oil tangled in it.

He was the prettiest Yugi had ever seen him.

“You ready then, Ryou? I think something bigger pressing against that little ball of nerves can only feel better.”

“Yes. Gods, yes…take me…”

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Seto slammed into Yami’s entrance, without preparation. Whatever doubts he had were quickly melting when Yami sneered, “the frightened little bitch is back in action…”

A hard thrust…

“I hate you.”

“Don’t tell me…show me, Prick.”

Seto began moving harder.

“I want to feel your hate.”

Harder, Seto pounded. His hate surging like a dark tide…

“I wonder what your stepfather would say…if he could see you now…In his eyes you were nothing but a shabby replacement…a substitute son…”

Yami’s tirade ended in a near blood-curdling scream ato wto worked his way back out only to crash back in.

“You must not have heard what happened to my stepfather, Yami…” Seto hissed, his voice no longer his own.

“I heard he killed himself because he felt weak…maybe weakness runs in the family after all…”

Another ear-piercing scream. Seto grabbed Yami’s erection and yanked on it cruelly, his hands squeezing it roughly.

“You have so much to be sorry for, Yami…”

Flesh collided with flesh as Seto thrust into Yami with enough force to send the headboard into the wall with a resounding “crack”.

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Yugi waited a lifetime, wondering if Ryou would ever adjust to the intrusion. “I’m sorry, I’m just scared.”

“Ryou, I’d wait forever, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” Yugi kissed Ryou’s delicate neck.

“Yugi…did I ever tell you much I love when you kiss me there?”

“In that case…” Yugi sucked on the exposed skin harshly, knowiyou you was going to have quite the embarrassing mark.

“Yugi…gods…do it...” Yugis swallowed, and started moving, his skin rubbing against Ryou’s in a very nice way. Yugi was quick to establish a rhythm, Ryou helping by spreading his legs wider, and tentatively wrapping one around Yugi’s waist.

“Ryou…this is so tight…I’m not hurting you am I…” Yugi’s voice was distant. He never knew anything could feel this way.

“It feels good, Yugi…you’re doing fine…”

Yugi grabbed his erection, and began stroking him again.

“I love you, Ryou. So much…this is so perfect…being here…with you…”

Yugi moved a little faster, slipping back into a steady pace at his increased speed.

“You look like an angel, Ryou.”

Yugi could barely stay focused, rapture overwhelming his senses.

“Oh gods…Yugi…Honey…it…it feels like…ummmmmmm…Yugi…”

Ryou moaned louder. So many indescribable feelings, every part of him felt alive…every part of him was burning with longing.

“Ryou…”

Yugi wasn’t sure how long he could last…he never wanted the feeling to end.

“Harder, Honey…harder…”

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“My contempt for you is only exceeded by my overall desire to hear you begging for compassion, Yami…”

Who’s voice had that been…it sounded like something from the underworld.

“You’re barely bruising me…Seto…” Yami’s voice was harsh…overtaken by the pain… “Harder, Bitch…prove to me’re ’re a man…”

Seto slammed in so hard Yami’s eyes watered upon contact. In reaction he bit down on a nipple, Seto shrieking as he felt Yami run his tongue against his chest.

Seto slammed in impossibly harder.

Yami’s eye makeup mingled with his salty tears leaving black smears on his cheeks.

“You even sound like a bitch, Seto…” Yami whispered, his voice strained. “Did your stepfather recognize it too…is that why he did it…he was that disappointed…”

That hit a raw nerve…

Seto’s eyes met Yami’s, the game now over… Seto’s eyes so dark they looked almost black.

“Whoever said anything about it being a suicide, Yami…” Yami screamed…Seto’s pace increased…


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“You feel so warm, Ryou…so warm…you’re so…thank you for doing this for me…”

Yugi’s pace was everywhere, slow, fast…he was losing it…he tried to hold on

“It’s so good, Yugi…it’s so good…I don’t want it to end, Honey…”

Why hadn’t they done this before…why had he been so afraid? Yugi would never hurt him. And now they were as close as any two people could be.

“Yugi…I’m coming…honey…don’t stop…please…”

Yugi knew at that moment he loved Ryou more than he loved anything… He didn’t want to stop, but he was finding it harder and harder to hold on…

“Come, Ryou…I’m coming too…Oh shit…”

The smell of sweat and baby oil intermixed, touching Ryou’s skin felt like, it felt like heated silk… his senses were everywhere…

“It’s okay Yugi, it’s okay…I’m almost there…”

Ryou could feel it…he could feel his partner falling…he could feel himself being reborn…it was perfect… nothing in the entire world mattered.

“I love you, Yugi…” Ryou moaned deeply, spilling into Yugi’s clenched fist.

The warmth of Ryou was too much, he felt Ryou’s soft walls close in around him. He couldn’t hold on anymore… he didn’t want to… he had already gone to heaven and come back…

Yugi echoed Ryou’s moan with his own, his elbows no longer supporting his weight.

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Suddenly the friction was gone…

It was becoming easier to rip scream after scream from Yami’s lips…

Seto was surrounded by warmth…liquid warmth…the sensation only made him want to thrust into that tightness harder…

He didn’t notice the look on Yami’s face…or the sobbing…

The screams sounded a million miles away…as they rang in his ears….

He barely identified the sensation of fingernails digging into his back, and peeling skin off.

“Die, Yami…” Seto whispered, his eyes opening up as he felt his climax approaching…

At least it felt that way…

He didn’t even know if the feelings were his own anymore…he was having an outer-body experience…almost as if he were watching the monster unreleased inside of him…watched as it assaulted the smaller one underneath it…

“Hurt me…to take the pain away…” Yami breathed…his voice was so low Seto barely heard it…

But it was loud enough to wake the last bit of his sanity out of its temporary hibernation…

Seto pulled out…the sensation causing him to come against his will.

Yami moaned in agony…between sobs…

Blue eyes met watery crimson orbs before they journeyed to the proof of his brutality…

Everything on him was red…the same eerie color of Yami’s eyes…

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Ryou held Yugi in his arms gently, feeling sleep wanting to take him.

“You okay, Ryou?” Yugi whispered, pressing against Ryou’s chest.

“Yes, baby. I’m fine.”

“Was that okay, did I hurt you?”

“No, Honey.” Ryou held him and kissed Yugi’s messy hair. “I’m sorry we waited so long.” His voice was low, he wasn’t sure if Yugi would hear him, the boy was half asleep as it was.

“I’m not sorry we waited. Nothing could have been more beautiful, Ryou. Except maybe you.” Ryou blushed a little and pulled Yugi closer.

Small bodies clung onto each other.

“Sleep now, Honey. We’ll redress tomorrow.”

“I want to lie with you forever,” Yugi returned, yawning. “Don’t wake me up tomorrow unless you want to try again.” Ryou gave him a little smack on the ass, Yugi giggled in response.

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The sobbing hadn’t stopped… “Let me see… Yami…” The words an amalgamation of hurt and hopelessness… they swam in and out of Yami’s ears… he was dying… at least it felt that way…

“LET ME FUCKING SEE, GODDAMN IT.” Hands, pulled Yami’s legs apart… traces of redness…it was on the sheets…on his thighs…It could have been more…but it was certainly more than enough…

Oh Gods, Baby

The bathroom door slammed into the wall as it made contact with his fist… Seto’s dinner plummeted into the porcelain bowl…he was falling…drowning…it sure as hell felt that way…

A clumsy hand pulled the last of the toilet paper off its roll, bringing it to his mouth… the paper flushed with the evidence of his sickened state…

He was back on the bed, shaking, trembling…that other lying there, his lover, his enemy, his soul mate… a fallen angel…a martyr for some unknown cause…

“Yami.” It was a question, a statement, an answer… a word…

The boy lying on the bed was unresponsive.

“Yami, baby… please…oh gods… please… Yami…I’m…oh gods…baby… I’m so sorry… Yami…”

“I’m in love with you, Seto Kaiba…”

“YAMI.”

There was no answer…the other teen was unconscious…


Author’s endnotes: Just got home from work, did a quick edit… and posted… I’m exhausted. (phew) Before you say it… YES I am an evil evil bitch. But this chapter was much to long… and I think the emotional intensity of it all was surging and I just had to end it. The good news for all of you is that chapter six should be out in record time. Late Sunday night, early Monday morning. If I get some encouraging reviews maybe I’ll be able to type faster. The chapter’s half way written. So that’s a good sign. I know what you’re thinking,t tht the fuck was that. What have they done? This ending IS happy. But there won’t be any… “I’ve always loved you so much” crap. Makes you wonder doesn’t it… hum. Here’s what’s happening next time:


“A little piece of me died last night. I’ve never been that close to death.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“I didn’t expect you to get it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, do you have any idea how suicidal you sound right now?”

“This isn’t about life or death, Seto.”

“I don’t… I don’t fucking understand…”

“Yes, you do. You just don’t like my answer.” Crimson locked with blue. “Nobody ever said this was a love story, Seto.”