Near Death Sex

Near Death Sex
by Dragondreamer & Yami Dragon

This story contains shouenen-ai(male/male relationships) and explicit yaoi(homosexual sex). If this sort of thing offends you, look up. See that little arrow on the left side of your screen? The one that says “back”? Click it!

We don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh, or any of the characters. We’re just doing this for the fun of it.

A/N: This takes place immediately after Shadi pulls Tristan and Otogi over the side of the blimp.

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/…/ Tristan’s thoughts
[…] Otogi’s thoughts
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Tristan rubbed his shoulder, looking around the dueling deck for some sign of the person who had saved them.

“I didn’t see anyone.” Otogi said, sitting up, still trying to catch his breath.

“I’m telling you, someone grabbed my arm and hauled us up.” Tristan replied. “But he disappeared.”

Otogi looked at Tristan, feeling the adrenalin pounding through his body from his near-death experience. [Gods, we could have died! We almost did. Well, mystery man or not, Tristan just saved my life.]

He looked more closely at the brunet sitting next to him. He shivered as he watched a bead of sweat trickle down the side of Tristan’s face and was suddenly overcome by the urge to lick it from his skin. Hell, he looked so good right now Otogi wanted to run his tongue over the brunet’s entire body.

“You okay?”istaistan asked, seeing the intense look on the other’s face. /Damn, he’s hot. I don’t know if it’s just the fact that we almost died, but I want to throw him down and pound him into the floor right now./

Otogi couldn’t stand it anymore. He launched himself at Tristan, knocking him back onto the hard steel deck and crashing their lips together.

Tristan had a split second of shock before instinct took over and he brought his hands up, sinking his fingers into Otogi’s hair as he took control of the kiss. He found the knot in Otogi’s headband and pulled it free at the same time as he gained entrance to the other boy’s mouth.

He managed to pull the raven tresses free of their ponytail as Otogi broke the kiss, gasping for air. He moved back and his midnight locks tumbled over his shoulders.

Tristan looked up into emerald orbs, clouded with lust and asking a silent question.

“Oh, hell yes.” Tristan said, pulling him back down.

The kiss went on for what seemed like forevonlyonly pausing when necessary to remove certain articles of clothing. Neither seemed to notice how cold it was as the air met their bared flesh.

Otogi gasped as he suddenly found himself on his back, the cool, smooth metal of the deck floor sharply contrasting with the warmth of Tristan’s body covering his own.

Tristan cupped Otogi’s face in his hand, staring down into his jewel-like eyes. The raven haired teen’s skin was hot against his own fevered body and he bit back a moan.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier.” Otogi whispered. “I didn’t really mean it.”

“I figured as much.” Tristan smirked. “If you did we wouldn’t be doing this.”

“I want you inside me.” Otogi said, his voice soft and seductive.

Tristan smiled down at him, bending his head to kiss him briefly. He trailed a series of small, hot kisses down the smaller teen’s neck to his lean chest.

Otogi moaned, feeling Tristan’s lips close over an erect nipple. “Gods, Tristan! Stop messing around! Just take me!”

Tristan lifted his head, fighting not to laugh at the scowl Otogi was bestowing on him. “Show a little patience, would ya? It’ll be worth it.”

“Better be.” Otogi grumbled.

Tristan shut him up by claiming his lips again in a deep, demanding kiss and grinding their hips together. Otogi moaned, thrusting up against the brunet, seeking more contact.

Tristan tore away from Otogi’s lips with a small hiss. “You just can’t wait, can you?”

“No.” Otogi thrust up again.

Tristan growled, moving off Otogi and straddling his chest. Otogi grinned up at him, pushing himself up on one arm, snaking the other around Tristan’s waist and pulling him closer.

“Gods.” Tristan groaned, one hand tangling in Otogi’s hair as he thrust forward.

Otogi moaned deeply as he felt the fingers of Tristan’s other hand wrap around his erection. He could feel himself quickly losing control as the brunet worked him mercilessly. He released Tristan with a scream as he climaxed, falling back onto the deck.

Tristan clenched his teeth, fighting for control as Otogi went limp beneath him.

Suddenly, he smirked. “Nice to know that mouth of yours is good for something besides bragging.”

Otogi cracked one eye open. “Oh, shut up.”

Tristan laughed and moved off Otogi, trailing his fingers through the viscous fluid on the other boy’s stomach. He bent to kiss him, trying to distract him as he positioned his fingers, sliding two of them into the shorter teen’s tight body.

Otogi moaned into the kiss, his eyes tearing.

Tristan raised his head. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Otogi’s voice was hoarse. “Don’t stop.”

Tristan kissed him again, gently this time, as he continued to prepare him. Soon enough, Otogi was writhing, whimpering every time Tristan’s fingers made contact with that one certain spot.

“Please, Tristan!” Otogi pushed at the brunet’s shoulders. “Do it! Now!”

A spike a raw lust tore through Tristan at the other’s words. Withdrawing his hand, he moved between Otogi’s spread legs, pulling them over his shoulders.

“Oh, gods…please Tr-“ Otogi’s plea was cut off as Tristan slammed into him.

The pain of the other’s brutal invasion dissolved in a flash of light as Tristan made immediate contact with his prostate.

Unable to stop himself, Tristan began to pound into the other boy’s tight heat. Otogi thrust up to meet him with a wild cry, his finger digging into Tristan’s forearms.

“Gods, Otogi.” Tristan groaned, thrusting deeper.

Otogi wrapped his fingers around his renewed erection, stroking himself in time with Tristan’s thrusts. “Make me come, Tristan.”

There was a note of challenge in the smaller teen’s voice and Tristan accepted it, biting his lip and trying to hold back his own release. There was no way he was giving in first.

Green eyes mocked him and Tristan growled, fisting a hand into Otogi’s hair and yanking him up.

“Give it up, Otogi.” He demanded.

Otogi was about to retort when Tristan bit down on his neck, marking him. The pleasurable pain thrust him to the edge…and left him teetering there.

Tristan grinned as he heard Otogi whimper in frustration. He was nearing the edge himself and he needed to put an end to this.

His fingers closed over Otogi’s and he squeezed hard, guiding both their hands over the emerald eyed boy’s weeping length. Relief washed over him as the other’s movements became more frantic and he convulsed, his release leaking over their joined hands.

Tristan moaned deeply as he finally allowed his climax to overtake him. He collapsed on the boy beneath him, breathing hard.

Otogi wrapped his arms around Tristan, gripping weakly. “Holy shit. That was amazing. We’ve GOT to do this again.”

Tristan lifted his head, a small smile gracing his lips. “Can I catch my breath first?”

Otogi rolled his eyes. “We should get back before someone comes looking for us.”

“Yeah.” Tristan reluctantly moved off Otogi, reaching for their scattered clothes. “Wouldn’t want Kaiba or one of his goons seeing us like this.”

Otogi shivered with the cold as they pulled their clothes back on. “Next time we do this in a bed. Sex outdoor at three thousand feet is too chilly.”

Tristan snickered and pulled Otogi against him. “Joey sleeps like the dead. We can just roll him onto the floor and we’ll have the whole bed to ourselves. That is…if you can keep from screaming.”

“Is that a promise, or a threat?” Otogi raised an eyebrow.

“A little bit of both.” Tristan grinned, guiding his raven haired lover to the elevator.

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