Of Dice and Dragons

I still don't pretend to own YGO… but here's some angsty yaoi for all you Yami/Bakura fans… so quit hounding me… ^_^

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Café ‘Kura

It was a brisk Saturday evening in Domino and I was milling about my home, trying to find something to do. You see, Yami and I were going steady at the time and we had decided that Saturday nights would be reserved for family. The last thing we wanted was to have either Yugi or Mokuba start to feel neglected because of our sometimes awkward relationship. So here I was, the mighty Seto Kaiba, at home and bored out of my mind because Mokuba decided he wanted to scamper off to camp with his school, not that I blame him, anything has got to be more interesting than hanging around here.

As I played with my dinner, a thought came into my mind which, unbeknownst to me at the time, would change the way I’d look at Yami and relationships in general, forever. In my brilliance, I decided tonight would be a good time to go check out the local non-existant club scene; by that, I mean I was going out to get as drunk as possible and still remember enough the next day to make me think I had had some fun.

After getting dressed, I gave myself the once-over in front of the full-length mirror in my room, tight dark blue leather pants? Check. Form fitting white/blue iridescent shirt? Check. Car keys? Check. Knowing if Yami saw me in this outfit, he’d probably fall over and die, I knew I looked hot. But something didn’t quite work, until I saw one of Yami’s hundreds of thousands of belts, slung over the bedpost. Wondering how it would look on me, I grabbed it and slung it loosely over my hips, letting it hang on a bit of an angle and then returning to the mirror. It looked pretty good so I decided to leave it. I practically flew down the stairs, into my BMW, and was on the road to the biggest and best club in Domino.

Popping a disk into the CD player, I danced happily in the car as I sped down the empty city streets while merrily singing the songs which came over the speakers. Minority by Green Day only added to my high spirits, Time Warp just confused me… must have been Mokuba’s addition to the CD, I laughed and couldn’t help but sing along to Avril Lavigne’s Sk8er Boi even though I hate the song, then another strange one The Safety Dance from Men Without Hats. Honestly, what was I smoking when I made up this disk? More importantly, why in the Seven Hells did I let Mokuba near my computer? Then a wry smile crossed my lips as I started absent-mindedly dancing to the Safety Dance as I remembered this disk was Yami’s gift to me for our one year anniversery.

The next thing I knew I was tapping on the steering wheel as I waiting at a red light, man this song was addictive! It wasn’t long before the flashing neon lights of The Cockpit were visible in the distance. I shook my head in dismay, wondering what could have possessed someone to name a nightclub that. I parked nearby and walked inside (I love being well-known, no waiting in line for me!) although I could have sworn I saw some of Yugi’s lackeys in line, waiting to get in. Suckers.

It took my eyes and ears a few seconds to adjust to the louder music and strobe lights. At the moment I had walked in, Scooter’s Fire greeted me with it’s fast beat and loud bass; I checked out the dance floor where an incalcuable number of bodies seemed to move as one in one massive jumping motion. I stood there, hypnotized for a moment, then moved over to the bar. I quickly ordered my signature Russian Devil and scowled when I had to remind the bartender how to make the drink, a double tequila paralyzer with half tequila and half vodka. I paid the man and walked over to a table overlooking the dance floor, stumbling over couples who obviously have never heard of the expression "get a room" before.

As I sat down, the schanchanged as the skanky flare of I’m a Slave 4U echoed in my brain, causing me to shudder outwardly. Watching some dancers flood to and from the dance floor, a certain silver-haired dancer caught my eye. I had to strain to see him before I could distinguish him as being Bakura and not Ryou. I was almost shocked to see him here, but that did explain why there were people I recognized outside. I really thought nothing of it and downed the rest of my drink before looking down again, I just about died when I saw Yugi joining Bakura on the dance floor. Sensing that something wasn’t quite right with the universe, I shook my head to fix by blurred vision and came to the astounding realization that it wasn’t Yugi down there with Bakura, but in fact, Yami.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. I mean, Yami’s entitled to his own fun too, right? Heh, wrong. What started out as harmless fun dancing quickly turned into anything but harmless, even from where I was sitting, I could see the sweat glistening off Yami’s skin and my eyes almost popped right out of my head as I saw Bakura wrap his arms around Yami and start grinding his hips into him in time with the music. Then when Yami eagerly responded by doing some grinding of his own, I just about cried I was so confused. I looked away to make sure this just wasn’t the alcohol playing tricks with my brain, if it was, I swore to myself I would never drink again. Come to think of it, I really shouldn’t have looked back, but I did, only to see Yami–my Yami in Bakura’s arms with his legs around the demon’s waist, it was amazing Bakura had that kind of arm strength to hold up Yami and still bounce and grind into him. Speaking of grinding, Yami was doing his fair share of grinding into Bakura as though it were going out of style while Bakura had his head nestled where Yami’s neck met his shoulder. It didn’t strike me for a few moments that he was licking and biting my lover, but when it did, I thought I was going to be sick. And still I watched them, down on the dance floor, now frenching each other while all the grinding was just getting worse. Still convinced it was the alcohol playing tricks with my brain, I looked down to my empty glass once again, then I looked up, hoping that my vision had cleared. It hadn’t.

This time, my eyes saw Yami standing behind Bakura, running his hand down the other’s torso, popping open the snap buttons on Bakura’s crisp, white shirt as he went. Promptly, the shirt came off altogether and hung lazily from a belt loop. At this point, I realized tYamiYami was also without shirt and now had his hand right over top of Bakura’s definite arousal. Even from where I sat, I could see him getting harder with every stroke of my lover’s hand over the restricting leather clothing. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Bakura took Yami’s hand and guided it right into his pants where it started rubbing again.

This was too much for me to deal with. I got up and went down to the dance floor, but rather than confront my lover there and then, I just made my way through the dancing bodies to the back of the club. I knew there was a room back there in which I could relax because I knew that drink I had was laced with something and I couldn’t drive home. I couldn’t help but turn and scowl as at least twice, someone had grabbed my ass as I walked by. Did they not have any idea who I was?

The room was pretty nice, the black walls and deep blue furniture created a nice effect. The throngs of blissfully oblivious couples sent a pang of rejection through my heart, so I contented myself with sitting down in the shadows and waiting for some of the alcohol to clear my mind. I find it amusing how alcohol always seems to bring out the crazy side of some people, yet with me, I just become more reserved. What can I say, it’s a cruel mistress.

From my seat in the darkness, I curiously look around as all the aforementioned couples suddenly got up and left the room all at once. I craned my neck to look over the back of one of the couches and my heart dropped again. There, in all his glory, stood Yami who walked in and was quickly followed by Bakura. Obviously my lover has a reputation around here, I think I should be scared. Now that I’m so much closer to him, I realize just how radiant he looks tonight, the dim lights of the room gave him a supernatural appearance, glistening off his sweat slicked skin and I found myself frozen where I sat. I don’t think my body would have let me leave even if I wanted to, so I stayed silent as Bakura started kissing and groping Yami.

It was all I could do to stare in horror as Yami guided Bakura over to one of the couches and brought him down onto it. The sight of Yami on his back, being pleasured by Bakura and not me almost made me sick again. It wasn’t long before Bakura attacked Yami’s lips and the other was far from unwilling to grant entrance. Not to mention there was much more grinding going on than even I care to admit, if it wasn’t for the fact that I didn’t want to alert Yami to my presence, I would probably have run up screaming bloody murder. Come to think of it, that’s really not such a bad idea…

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of make-out action, Bakura finally moved from Yami’s lips, perhaps to breathe, perhaps out of boredom, who knows? In any case, now he was kissing up the side of Yami’s neck, taking the time to whisper in his ear, just loud enough so that I could hear. Perhaps he already knows herehere and wants to make my life as miserable as possible, that sadist. In any case, I just about choke when I realize just what it was he said, and how aroused it got my lover… perhaps I should start calling him my former lover?

"I want to tie you up and play Twister™…"

With that, Bakura wasted no time in peeling the red leather pants off Yami’s sweaty body and using the garment to tie Yami’s arms to the nearest chair leg. Mind you, I don’t know how tight Bakura tied those bindings, but I know from experience that trying to pull leather that tightly just doesn’t happen and I know for a fact Yami is strong enough to break free should he so choose, which obviously he didn’t.

I could feel my eyes grow wide as I let my gaze travel down Yami’s body and into the maniacal glint in Bakura’s eyes, sat back on his haunches, admiring his handywork considering now Yami was now completely naked. I never realized that he didn’t wear anything under that leather,ws wws what kind of observant boyfriend I’ve been lately. You’d think I’d notice something like that, you know, I probably deserve this… I mean, it’s been over a year and what have I done with Yami? Nothing of interest. I haven’t even slept with him, although I have a nagging feeling I’m about to discover he’s not as innocent as I thought he was… virgin mind my ass.

I really didn’t notice when Bakura started kissing Yami again, though I did observe when he bit down harshly on one of Yami’s strained nipples, as the little Pharaoh let out a scream of something, pain, pleasure, I have no idea. Bakura got that predatory sparkle in his eyes again as he kissed lower, teasing the navel and then finally, staring right at Yami’s proud erection before practically swollowing it.

Granted, this is definetly something I did NOT need to see, why I kept watching from my spot near the couch remains a mystery to me… and just to set the record straight, I am not hiding! Anyway, the way Yami arched up as Bakura took him into his m was was nothing short of breathtaking. You know how sometimes in movies when people come back from a near death experience, they often gasp and arch? Well this was kinda like that, except without the near death experience. Still noting that Yami’s hands were bound, it was almost funny to watch the smaller spirit flail helplessly under Bakura, who at the moment was running his teeth and tongue along that long length and massaging the base with his hands at the same tiI coI could have sword I saw Yami’s eyes roll back into his head about two seconds before he ripped his hands free of their restricitions, those same hands flew into Bakura’s hair and literally pulled him in for the deepest kiss I had ever seen, pulling away, it was all I could bear to hear my lover growl out,

"Damn it Tomb Robber, quit playing with me! What part of ‘take me’ don’t you understand?"

Yeah, that was a nice knife right through the heart. I think if I look hard enough at my chest, I’ll probably be able to see the tip of metal protruding out the front of my sternum. Damn that’s gotta be a long blade, to go all the way through from my back like that…

If only my reverie could be continued forever, but that was impossible considering before I knew what had happened, I had a pair of white leather pants go whizzing by my head and landing on it. I really should have realized what was going on, but noooo… I had to be curious. I poked my head out from under the leather only to have my heart ripped out, put into a blender, and have someone hit frappé, Bakura must know I’m sitting here, otherwise it would be the worlds biggest fluke.

I have a feeling that if I had thought it would be an acceptable career move, I would probably have gouged my eyes out right there and then, because I saw Bakura, positioned right between Yami’s legs while the other kept saying how he didn’t need to be prepared and just wanted to be taken. Shrugging, Bakura obliged and enclosed himself within Yami’s tight heat. He waited for a moment, almost out of compassion because Yami was obviously in pain, then started up a savage and demanding rhythm. I’m not sure what shocked me more, the fact that I’m standing by–well, sitting by while my lover gets fucked, or the fact that said lover is now responding more viciously than Bakura, rocking his own hips violently to meet every single one of Bakura’s thrusts, every one hitting that wonderful bundle of nerves that caused my Yami to cry out. Right before it seemed as though Yami couldn’t take anymore and would likely burst, Bakura spontaneously pulled out of him, shocking everyone, including me as much as I hate to admit it.

"Wha?" was all Yami was able to pant out. akurakura was already lying on his back, beckoning Yami to get on top of him,

"You’re too worked up, you need this more than I do."

With that, he (Bakura) grabbed Yami’s slim hips, wrapped his legs around Yami’s waist and slowly guided Yami inside his tight body.

Well, Yami definetly liked this idea. With every thrust, the necessity increased until Bakura’s pleasure was laced with definite pain as he had really not been accustomed to being the submissive party. Yami wrapped his hand around Bakura’s previously neglected erection and started furiously pumping in time with his frantic thrusts. This continued both men screamed simultaneously and came into each other, Bakura onto the chests and Yami inside. Yami pulled out slowly and licked away the mess on Bakura’s chest before cuddleing up beside his "new" lover and grabbing his pants to use as a little blanket as they both drifted off to sleep. Or something along those lines.

"Happy Anniversary, love." Bakura purred. Yami just blinked stupidly, which I felt thankful for, at least he knew as much about what was going on than I did. Or so I thought.

"I honestly didn’t think you’d remember. It doesn’t feel like it’s been a whole year already, I keep thinking we got together yesterday." Yami replied drowzily.

A year?! Damn, that means those two have been together almost as long as Yami and I. I can’t believe he would so blatently cheat on me like that, at least not for that long.

"If that was the case, Mokuba would be walking in right about now…"

What have they done to my impressionable brother?! If that Tomb Robber has hurt my brother...

"That’s right. Poor kid, probably scarred for life but I keep forgetting I lost my virginity ins res realm to you on Seto’s desk. I can’t decide which was a better location, that or the Temple of Ra…"

I couldn’t take this. Good thing I have that desk polished everyday. But I’ve had just about as much as I could take without breaking something. I didn’t care anymore if they saw me or not, I just got up and left the room, vaguely registering some shocked expression coming from Yami and a maniacal laugh from Bakura.

The second I got out on the dancefloor, it was pretty obvious I was pissed off and the people parted for me much in the same way the Red Sea parted for Moses. Needing to calm my nerves, I go the bar, order the strongest drink I can find, down it, and head for my car.

Have I mentioned it has started raining and I should be way too drunk to be driving? Have I also mentioned that at this point, I could really care less?

I pulled out into the street and was vaguely amused at how busy the streets were in Domino at midnight on a Saturday. But that didn't stop me from gunning my engine and weaving through traffic at extremely high speeds. I knew I was hydroplaning and if I had to turn suddenly to avoid another vehicle, I would be unable to. I also knew that if I were to hit anything at this speed, it would probably be the end of me, not that I was too worried about that. I mean Mokuba could take care of himself, and it was obvious I had nothing too terribly important to live for…

I finally hit a straight road that was relatively deserted, so I decide to take out some of my frustration on the poor pavement, reving up my engine again and blazing down the street as fast as my car would take me. For this reason, I deliberately took the long way home. Well, I guess there are two reasons: 1. More speeding time for me and 2. If Yami was going to try and follow me, he'd go the other way. Absentmindedly, I hit the shuffle button on the CD player which still contained the disk Yami gave to me; after shuffling through a bunch of songs I couldn't stand at the moment, I stumbled across a hi tra track at the end of the disk, Change (in the house of flies) by the Deftones. Maybe Yami was trying to tell me about this all along, or maybe he's just as sadistic as that bastard, Bakura.

Amazingly, I made it home without killing myself. Although, on more than one occasion in the hours that passed, I did think of how easy it would be to slit my wrists and end it all. But then, of all things, I remember something Yami told me once, maybe at Duelist Kingdom, I can't remember. In any case, he told me that for me to give up would mean that I would be conceding defeat, and there was no way in hell I was going to do that. Instead, I simply strengthend my resolve to get through this, if Yami wants to spend his time with Bakura, fine; far be it for me to get in his way. It's like another saying I remember hearing from a movie I never saw, if you strike me down, I will come back more powerful than you could ever imagine…

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Now review, or I'm going to just put off the Seto/Otogi stuff