Blackwater Indiscretions

Disclaimer: This chapter gets a little squicky for the faint of heart. Though I don't think it's as bad as the Bakura/Malik chapter there are some who might think it is. Just a friendly note.

Also I would like to dedicate this chapter to both MarikIshtar77 and Ralphiere. Both of whom have ridden my ass for the past week to get this chapter out. Enjoy!

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Bakura pulled a bottle of Guinness from the refrigerator and returned to his favorite chair, swiveling it toward the couch, toward a very nervous Yugi. He removed the cap with his teeth and spat it aside before taking a long pull from the bottle.

Yugi watched every movement of muscle on his host’s form with bated breath. After all he’d heard Ryou and Malik say about the teen before him he was surprised he hadn’t bolted from the house in a show of unyielding terror.

The older teen sat his drink on the end table and leaned back in his chair, his attention now focused on his guest. “Are you afraid?” he asked bluntly.

“Yes,” came the quick and honest reply.

Bakura nodded thoughtfully, a subtle yet sinister smile on his face. “And yet you are still here.”

Yugi laughed nervously, his fingers picking at a fold in his shirt. “After last night it’s a bit late to back out.”

“If you are so afraid of it then why did you agree to it in the first place?”

He could feel the albino’s eyes searing through him. “It’s not the bet that scares me. It’s you.”

“Oh?” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and staring harder at the teen, silently demanding that Yugi meet his gaze. He was not disappointed. “Why do I scare you, Yugi?”

He was unable to tear his eyes away from Bakura’s. The power and blatant sadism that reflected back was so deep and unending that it made him shiver. “You’re…” He struggled to think of the word. “…intimidating.”

Bakura raised an eyebrow before rising to his feet and stalking over to the startled teen, placing his hands on the back of the sofa and leaning in, forcing Yugi to fall back against the cushions. “Are you so easily…intimidated?” he asked in a low voice.

Yugi didn’t know how to reply. He stared up into those hypnotic eyes even as his entire body began to shake. Suddenly he realized just how quiet it was in the house. He could hear every little noise vastly amplified. The slow drip of the kitchen faucet, the slight breeze blowing the trees against the living room window, and most of all, Bakura’s even breathing. His mind paced back and forth, alternately wondering if he was really going to go through with this or if he was going to falter and run kicking and screaming. The former won out. He nodded.

Bakura pushed back, returning to his full height. “I won’t harm you, Yugi,” he said in a very uncharacteristically soothing voice. “But that’s not to say that I won’t hurt you. Stand up.”

The smaller teen did as instructed. Throughout his life he’d been both pitied and ridiculed for his short stature but never did he feel as small and vulnerable as he did right then.

“You will do as I request,” Bakura said in an authoritative tone that left no room for argument. “When I instruct you to do something you will do it immediately. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes,” Yugi stammered.

Bakura leaned forward and ran his tongue over the outside of the boy’s ear, sending a shudder through his victim. “I’ll try to go easy on you, Yugi.”

The teen said the only words that came to mind. “Thank you.”

Bakura went on. “I always thought you were sexy,” he purred, making a slow circle around the boy. “I’ve often wondered just how flexible your little body is.”

As frightened as he was, Yugi could feel himself flushing at Bakura’s praise. Perhaps because it was so uncommon to hear anything but contempt and degradation come from those pale lips.

Bakura completed his visual appraisal before taking several large steps back, leaving his companion alone in front of the sofa. “Take your clothes off for me, Yugi,” he instructed as he sat heavily into the chair he’d earlier vacated.

“Wha…what?” the boy stammered.

“Take off your clothes,” he repeated, allowing the boy this one indiscretion.

Yugi lifted his fingers to the buttons on his shirt and slowly undid them one by one before letting it fall off of his shoulders. There was a different tone to Bakura’s voice. One he couldn’t place. He kept his eyes trained on the ground as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants and wriggled out of them as quickly as possible, eager to get the embarrassing task over and done with.

Bakura watched the scene play out before him with more than a bit of interest. He’d always wondered what lay beneath the loose, baggy clothes of his friend’s boyfriend. “Good boy,” he praised. “Now get over here and sit on my lap.”

Yugi bit his lower lip and crept forward, feeling every bit like he was setting himself up to be sacrificed. He stopped at the older boy’s feet. “Bakura?”

“Yes?”

He couldn’t meet the teen’s eyes. “What, um, what are you going to do to me?”

Bakura smirked and took hold of Yugi’s hands, pulling him forward until the smaller teen straddled him. “That depends on you, little one.”

The calm tone gave Yugi strength. He looked into Bakura’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

Bakura avoided the question…for the time being. Instead he presented one of his own. “Do you enjoy sex?”

Yugi blinked. “Well, I…of course…”

“Do you like being touched, Yugi?” That same voice. The “Master” voice.

The smaller teen bit his lower lip and nodded, trying to ignore the feelings that Bakura’s words were having on him.

The older teen was not about to let up though. He placed his hands on Yugi’s bare back and leaned forward, their lips inches apart. “Do you like having a hard cock inside you?” The teen squirmed on his lap but didn’t reply. “Yugi, I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he voiced breathlessly.

Bakura’s tongue darted out to trace the teen’s lower lip. “Yes what?”

Yugi gasped. “Yes, I like it.”

The older teen reached down and ran his fingertips over Yugi’s semi-hard cock. “How do you like it?”

A gasp sounded from parted lips as Yugi struggled to respond. “How?”

Bakura nodded, his hand closing over the growing organ. “Yes, how. Do you like it slow?” He stroked gently. “Hard?” His grip tightened.

“I don’t know,” Yugi managed.

“Well let’s find out,” Bakura said with a chuckle. He released his grip on the boy. “Stand up.”

Yugi did as instructed.

“Good. Now go into my bedroom and lie down on the bed. When I come in I expect your cock to be hard and you to be stroking it. Understand?” Nod. “Go then.”

Yugi padded across the carpet on silent feet and passed through the doorway into Bakura’s room. He didn’t know how much time he had until the man in question would follow so he decided to be safe and get started on his task immediately.

He climbed carefully onto the high bed and settled himself in the center, his head resting on the mountain of pillows. One hand crept down and took hold of his cock and in his mind he laughed nervously, silently thanking Marik for helping him to overcome his fear of pleasuring himself in mixed company.


Several minutes later found Bakura leaning against the doorframe, a small smile on his face as he watched his companion pleasuring himself with as much dedication one would have had they been locked alone in their own bedroom. He cleared his throat.

Yugi’s eyes flew open and his hand stilled. Shockingly, he’d all but forgotten about Bakura’s impending entrance and felt like a little kid trapped with his hand in the cookie jar. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“For following my orders?”

Yugi opened his mouth but closed it again. There was nothing to say. He shook his head instead.

Bakura strode to the foot of the bed and slowly disrobed, his eyes ever focused on his to-be lover. “I am going to fuck you, Yugi,” he said. “And you are going to take all I have to give you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Yugi whispered, slightly shamed at the way he was displayed for Bakura’s perusal.

Bakura moved to the bedside table and pulled a small bottle of lubricant from the drawer before carefully positioning himself at Yugi’s feet. “Sit up,” he commanded.

Yugi pulled himself up and lowered his eyes. “Bakura,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Yes?”

A moment passed before he found the courage to speak. “I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

“That you’re going to hurt me.”

Bakura grinned. “Are you afraid of pain?”

“Yes.”

The older boy decided to try another tactic. “You’ve known me a long time. Have I ever tried to hurt you, Yugi?”

“No.”

Bakura leaned forward and captured the surprised teen’s lips in a heated kiss, pulling the boy tight against him.

It was an unexpected move but just what Yugi needed. Finally they were back on familiar ground. He just didn’t understand mind fucking, instead craving physical contact to validate his place.

Bakura allowed the teen to explore his mouth, even enjoying the softness. It was then that the jaded young man realized something. Something important. Yugi wasn’t like Ryou or Malik. He was quite possibly the first real innocent ever to lie in his bed. Even a night with a man like Marik hadn’t been enough to crack him. But then again, Marik wasn’t Bakura.

Even through so gentle a kiss Yugi could feel the strength and turmoil flowing beneath Bakura’s surface. He didn’t allow himself the delusion that this was going to be anything like he was used to. And yet his fears could not drown out the sensations Bakura’s actions were having on him.

Bakura put his hands on Yugi’s small chest and pushed him back so that he was lying against the pillows again. The older teen picked up the bottle of lubricant and opened it, pouring a generous amount on his hand. “Turn over.”

Yugi did as instructed, resting on his knees and elbows, determined to keep up with his host, both out of a desire to please him and the desire to prove to himself that he wasn’t as fragile as everyone always said he was.

Bakura positioned himself appropriately and worked two lubricated fingers into Yugi’s entrance, his dry hand resting on the teen’s tailbone. “Are you sure Marik fucked you last night, Yugi? You’re as tight as a virgin.”

“He did,” Yugi’s muffled voice replied from its place on the pillows. His toes curled into the comforter and he pushed back against Bakura’s fingers, eager for more contact.

Bakura pressed another finger inside his squirming lover. “Do you like this, Yugi?”

“Uh huh,” the teen whimpered.

The white haired boy pulled his fingers almost all the way out before shoving them in violently, reveling in the almost pained moan that erupted from his companion. He had to give Yugi credit. So far he’d taken his intimidation pretty much in stride. It was at that moment that he decided to see just how much little Yugi could take. “I’m going to shove my entire hand inside you,” he revealed.

A surprised gasp was all Yugi could manage. His mind reeled with a million thoughts of anatomical improbability at Bakura’s statement. “It won’t fit,” he insisted softly.

A low chuckle sounded from the white haired devil. “I’ll force it,” he assured.

Yugi struggled to find balance between the fear and the pleasure that Bakura was driving into him. “Will it hurt?” he asked in a small voice.

“Are you planning to fight me?” Bakura shot back.

The younger teen thought about that. “No,” he said finally. “You haven’t hurt me yet.”

Bakura leaned down and placed a kiss on the small of Yugi’s back. “That’s a good boy,” he soothed.

A funny thing happened then. Yugi felt his body flush at Bakura’s praise. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to hear it over and over. Sure Yami took control when they made love and of course Marik had held the lead the night before but neither of them had completely taken over like Bakura. There was only one choice open to him. To obey or to disobey. Everything else rested in Bakura’s more than capable hands. And Yugi discovered something. He liked it. He liked it a lot. Not to have to make any decisions, not to hold any sort of weight with his partner. It was the ideal situation for someone so reserved and unsure of himself.

Bakura could feel the shift in Yugi’s demeanor. It reminded him of the first time that Ryou had submitted to him. He lined his little finger up with the three that were already impaling the teen. “Relax for me, Yugi,” he said, fully utilizing ‘the voice’.

Yugi loosened his grip on the pillows and took a deep breath. He didn’t believe for a minute that Bakura would be able to do what he claimed but if it brought the older teen pleasure to try then by all means. As it stood anyway his cock was rock hard and he was about three minutes away from achieving orgasm.

“Keep breathing,” Bakura instructed, working the smallest of his digits inside of his partner along with the rest.

Yugi hissed, the first sensations of pain beginning to register. “Bakura,” he rasped. “Please…it hurts…”

“One more, Yugi. Only one more. You can do it.”

“I can’t,” the smaller teen said, tears beginning to fall. “Please…take them out.”

“Only one more,” Bakura repeated. “You’ve done well so far. Don’t disappoint me now.”

Yugi tried to focus his mind on anything else but the sting was like fire shooting through his bowels. “Gods…Bakura…” He couldn’t understand how his cock could be so hard despite his body’s pain.

Bakura knew he had to get Yugi’s mind off of his discomfort. “Aww…Yugi…are you going to cry for me?”

Yugi blinked rapidly, his bottom lip finding a home between his teeth. “No,” he whimpered.

Another low chuckle. “Not even if I asked nicely?”

“Bakura, please,” Yugi begged. “Make it stop.”

The older teen reached for the lubricant and squeezed a good deal more over his hand, bringing the small boy immediate relief. “There,” he voiced. “All better.”

Instinct alone kept Yugi’s hand away from his cock when all he wanted in the world was to grab hold of it and bring himself off in front of Bakura, the Gods, anyone who would watch. “Bakura…can I…” he made a move toward his crotch.

Bakura’s trained eye caught the movement. “No.”

He made a blind reach. “I’ll touch you…” he pleaded.

“You are not in a position to bargain,” Bakura reminded him. He added even more lubricant and curled his fingers into a makeshift fist. “Keep breathing,” he instructed. “Don’t tense up.” At his lover’s nod he pressed forward, unrelenting even as Yugi began to wriggle.

Yugi had never felt anything like it. The usual rounds of sex with Yami or even Marik were incomparable to the feeling of fulfillment as Bakura’s hand sought to fully encase itself deep within him like a hermit crab in search of a new home. “Gods, Bakura…” he whimpered. The pain completely subsided as the pale knuckles of his lover passed beyond his proverbial gate.

Bakura moaned and reached for his own erection. He’d only managed this once before with Ryou and it had nearly driven him over the edge then as well. “God damn, Yugi, you’ve got my dick so fucking hard.”

Tears sprang unbidden into Yugi’s amethyst eyes and he thrust back, further impaling himself on Bakura’s hand. He’d never felt anything remotely close to what his body was feeling then. “Bakura, I need to come…please.”

“How badly do you want it?” Bakura asked through clenched teeth, his own hand pumping furiously.

Yugi’s cries became ever more urgent and insistent. “I don’t think I can wait,” he panted. “Please, Bakura…Please!”

“Jack yourself off,” the white haired teen instructed. “But don’t you dare come.”

Yugi would have growled in frustration had his body been designed for it. Nevertheless he reached down and began a swift rhythm. “Bakura, I mean it, I can’t wait any longer.”

Bakura’s fist plunged harder and faster into Yugi’s tightness. “You will not fucking come, Yugi,” he stated harshly. “Don’t you dare.”

Sweat broke out over the boy’s body as he writhed beneath his lover, his hips bucking wildly as every nerve within him was lit aflame. “I’ve done everything you wanted,” he spat out. “This is just evil.”

Bakura very nearly laughed. In one swift movement he pulled his fist from Yugi’s body and replaced it with his straining cock, effectively pinning the teen to the bed. “Say it again,” he whispered huskily. “Tell me how evil I am.”

Though Bakura’s fist had filled him in a way nothing ever had, there was no comparison to the feeling of being taken in such a primal way. “You’re evil,” he said again. “I need to come, Bakura, please.”

Bakura rose onto his knees and held the teen’s hips in an iron grasp, setting a brutal rhythm that he himself could barely keep up with. After just a moment he spoke. “Come now, Yugi,” he managed.

The smaller teen didn’t give his lover time to change his mind. His hand set to work with renewed vigor and he was coming in less than ten seconds. “Gods, Bakura, yes…”

Bakura emptied his balls deep within Yugi’s slickened cavern at just that moment. “That’s it, Yugi,” he ground out. “I’ve fucked you good…not nearly so tight anymore…ruined you for Yami…fucking SHIT YES…”

It seemed as though their climaxes lasted for hours when in fact it had only been a few seconds. Afterward Yugi turned away from the older teen and padded to the bathroom where he splashed water on his face, trying to calm down. He couldn’t cry in front of Bakura.

Knowing full well what was going on, Bakura opened the door and opened his arms. “It’s alright to cry, Yugi,” he soothed.

Yugi wrapped his small arms around the white haired teen’s waist and snuggled close. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?”

“For everything.”
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And there you have it. I know this chapter is pretty damn weird, eh? Ah well, such is Bakura!